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Almost all of us fantasize about BBCs, sucking it or getting fucked by one. I'm no different. Don't get me wrong. I've had my share, though never enough. This took some place some time ago, late at night, at a particular south of Market cruise bars. The pool table was closed for the night, and the upper level of the bar was very crowded with men. I was in my favorite cruising attire: bare ass leather chaps. I had already spent some time out on the patio, and took 2 loads in my ass. Back inside the bar, I was standing next to the pool table when I felt something touching my hand. I turned to look and I saw a very large black cock. I took it to mean that he was interested, and I was DEFINITELY interested. I stroked his BBC a couple times. He was already hard. I took a small bottle of lube from my jacket pocket and handed it in back of me where he took it, lubed up his cock, then handed it back to me. Suddenly, he started sliding his hard cock up and down my crack until he found my hole. Just then, the bar back was coming through, picking up empty glasses. Either he didn't see what we were doing, or he was just concentrating on doing his job. I was sure he wouldn't be coming through for another 10 minutes, so I held steady while the man with the BBC pushed into my ass. There were quite a few men on either side of us watching the action and watching the show. For me it was a huge turn-on because I love being watched while I'm having sex. I gasped loudly when his huge cock head shoved inside of me. He paused for a moment then pushed farther in. Suddenly, the bar back was coming through again, and the black guy, so as not to be caught, grabbed my hips and pulled me in close to him. I held my breath as the bar back passed by. Now, he had at least half of that BBC buried in my ass and he was picking up speed, fucking me harder. Again he pulled me in closer, and I heard him grunting and groaning as he blasted his load deep in my ass.

“What a dump?” Daniel exclaimed, looking around the lobby. His dad glanced over at him, “Keep your voice down, people can hear you.” The boy scoffed, “Let them,” he said with a sneer, “The place is a dump.” People were looking at the boy, but it wasn’t just his voice that was gathering attention. At 6’9” Daniel Thompon was the tallest teen in the lobby at the moment, in fact, he was the tallest person in the hotel if we were being honest. 18 years old, 6’9”, size 17 feet, he was a basketball phenom. Ranked fifth in the country, he was sought after by every college in the country, including the University of Nevada. They had invited Daniel and his father out to Vegas with a free weekend at the Excalibur to sweeten the deal. So far Daniel was less than impressed. “Daniel we are here as guests, try some decorum.” The boy rolled his eyes as his dad checked them in, this place was crap. The whole place looked like it was trapped in the 90’s, not that he knew what the 90’s had looked like, but it sounded right to him. He smiled at one of the women as they walked by, maybe he could find some fun here after all. “Ok come on,” his dad said, “I got our room.” “Am I old enough to get into a strip club?” Danial asked as they walked through the casino. “You’re here to look at the college, not get laid.” “Oh, come on, I’d never go to fucking Nevada State! I just came here for the free weekend.” His dad forced down his rebuttal, the better his son had gotten at basketball the harder it had been to try to keep him humble. His son had grown into a good-looking kid, his body was all lean muscle and he had inherited his mother’s fair looks, hours and hours of hard work in the gym had given his son model looks and unfortunately, it had gone to his head. He watched head after head turn as they walked by, girls, guys, anyone with eyes glanced at his son and he knew Daniel could see it too. They rode the elevator to their floor in silence, Daniel looked at himself in the mirrored walls, flexing his triceps to see the definition. They got off on their floor and found their room, as the dad opened the door, he saw a piece of paper on the floor. “What is that?” he asked as he walked in and put their luggage down. Daniel picked up the paper and read it, “Says it’s a coupon for two free massages,” he closed the door behind him, “They come and do it here.” “Throw it away,” his dad said sitting on the bed, “Probably a scam.” “Oh, come on,” Daniel said falling back on the other bed, “Those airplane seats suck at my size, sides maybe their two hot girls. We can get happy endings.” “We are here for basketball!” his dad said, “Not sex.” Daniel smiled, “We can do both.” “No!” Daniel looked over at his dad, “Oh come on, when was the last time you got laid, dad? You’re widowed not dead.” “If I get the damn massages, will you shut up about my sex life?” “Deal!” Daniel called the number and set up the massages for tonight, they spent the rest of the night showering and eating before they showed up. By the evening Daniel was in a pair of red basketball shorts and ankle socks. There was a knock on the door and Daniel jumped up, “They’re here!” He jumped across the room and opened the door… “Oh, you’re guys.” Two young men stood there, no older than 22 they were in good shape and had the same handsome features that ensured they were related. “Yeah, so are you,” the younger one commented, “And?” Daniel walked away and said to his dad, “They’re dudes.” His dad got up and walked to the door, “I’m sorry for my son, he was expecting something else, please come in.” The two men walked in and looked around, “Nice room, more than enough space to set up.” “I’m John Thompson and that is my son Daniel.” Daniel didn’t even look up from his phone and just nodded. “I’m Trevor and this is my brother Tommy,” the oldest said, “You two here on vacation?” “My son is getting scouted by UofN and they put us up here.” “Basketball?” Tommy asked Daniel. The boy looked over at him and asked sarcastically, “What gave it away?” Trevor smiled, “Well if you two are ready, we can set up and get started.” “You don’t have any girl workers?” Daniel asked as the two men set up their tables. Tommy chuckled, “Kid, this is Vegas, girls don’t come to random rooms and when they do it ain’t free.” “That is what I wanted to ask about,” John asked, “What is this going to cost?” Trevor clicked his table into place, “Nothing, you’re free to tip of course but the massage is completely free.” “How can that be a profitable business?” he pressed. “When we’re done, we will leave you some business cards with coupons, we are hoping word of mouth gets out and we can build a business.” Satisfied John nodded, “Well that’s one way to build a name for yourself.” Trevor nodded, “If you guys want to strip down and lay down on the tables.” Danial paused, “What? You want me to get naked in front of a dude?” Tommy looked at the teen, “You’re telling me you’re shy in the locker room?” Daniel paused. “We use herbal oils that can stain clothing,” Trevor explained, “We have towels for your privacy.” “It’s no different at the club,” John explained as he began to disrobe. “I’m not shy,” Daniel said, pulling down his basketball shorts, revealing his cock. All three men paused as they saw the piece of meat dangling between the teen’s legs. At 6.’9” the boy already looked like a giant but the five-inch cock that swung limp only drove home how much bigger he was. Noticing the stares the teen smiled, “What? I got size 17 shoes, what did you expect?” Trevor cleared his throat, “OK then, up on the tables gentlemen.” John and Danial climbed up on the massage tables, a towel placed over their bare asses once in place. With their heads down they did not notice both men slipping on skintight latex gloves before pulling out their massage oils. “You guys are going to love this,” Trevor said, rubbing the oil over the gloves, “This is a special blend, guaranteed to make all of your worries fade away.” Tommy and Trevor began to massage the men’s skin, Daniel chuckled, “Man that stuff reeks.” Tommy smiled, “Oh you will love it in a second.” The drug began to seep into their skin and their muscles went slack, all the tension drained out of their body. Daniel felt himself squirm as each touch seemed to feel a million times better than it should, he felt himself slowly grow hard just from Tommy’s hands. He was shocked because it wasn’t supposed to be like this, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but love the sensations coursing through his body. Even though he had gotten massages before, none of them felt like this. Tommy’s hands moved over the muscled back of the teen, kneading each knot carefully, making sure the xtc was absorbed into the skin. Trevor did the same for John, relaxing the man more and more as the drug seeped into his skin and throughout his body. Tommy leaned down, “How’s that feel stud?” he asked Daniel. “Stop,” Daniel said softly, not able to move as Tommy’s hands moved over his ass liberally, “Not a fag…” “Shhh,” Tommy whispered, “Just relax, you have tension here.” Daniel wanted to argue but his mind was so fogged, he just laid there, letting the man do what he wanted. Tommy moved the towel off of Daniel, his hands spreading the boy’s cheeks as he revealed the tiny, pink hole. Trevor leaned down and whispered in John’s ear, “Watch what my brother does to your son…” John’s face flushed red and he watched as if in a dream. Tommy’s fingers moved around the boy’s virgin hole, tickling it, teasing it, Daniel moaned, trying to push the hands away but unable to. Tommy looked over at John and smiled as he slid a finger into the jock’s hole, coating the interior of his ass with the drug as well. “Nooo…” Daniel groaned as the drug was absorbed directly into his system now. Tommy began to piston his finger in and out of the jock’s hole, the groans began to change into gasps and then finally a low whimper as the teen pushed his ass back to meet the finger. Seeing the boy surrender Tommy added another finger, making the cocky teen gasp before pushing back harder. “Look at your boy,” Trevor said to John, “He’s a fucking slut…” “Slut…” John repeated, his mind lost in the xtc, watching his son slowly lose himself to another man’s touch. Three fingers were shoved into Daniel as he whimpered loudly, his tiny jock hole being stretched for the first time. His mind was on fire, on some level he knew this was gay and he was horrified by it, but on another, it felt SO fucking good his body couldn’t resist. He let out a disappointed cry when the fingers vanished and then felt Tommy’s hands spread his cheeks apart… “OH GOD!” the jock cried as a tongue was thrust into his hole for the first time in his young life. It took every bit of willpower not to fight against the pervert, especially knowing how much he despised such acts; however, something deep inside him loved every second of it, and craved even more. The intensity of the pleasure mixed with the confusion left Daniel dazed and confused. John lay there helplessly watching, seeing his own son get violated right before his eyes. Part of him wanted to save his son, another part was turned on by seeing the smooth, muscled body writhe under the touch of another man. It had been a long time since John had been so close to sex, usually using porn to get off, the drugs and his desperation made him hard as a rock as he heard his son moan for more. Tommy’s long tongue tickled the boy’s hole, those long legs spread automatically to give the stranger more access to his most private spot. His back arched as he tried to force more of that tongue into him, there was a distant voice screaming in his mind to resist it, to fight him, but as that tongue went deeper the boy ignored it, begging for more. “Oh god…shit…more…” he moaned, pushed his ass back harder, his tall body shaking with pleasure. “Man listen to him,” Trevor whispered in John’s ear, “You really raised a proper whore there. But we don’t want to leave daddy out.” John felt the towel be removed from his ass as Trevor began to lap at his own hole, the man grunted as the tip of the stranger’s tongue began to send bolts of pure pleasure through his body. He shook on the table as he was rimmed for the first time, his son’s moans joining his own. Tommy turned Daniel over, that massive cock slapping up against the teen’s 8 pack, “Look at this!” he said, stroking the horse dick slowly, “Man you must tear pussy up.” Daniel moaned helplessly as the strange man stroked his cock, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. Every nerve ending in his body was tingling and all he could do was moan and beg. “More…fuck more…” his voice called out, his cock throbbing in the man’s hand. John looked on in shock as Trevor’s tongue probed his virgin hole, he had known his son was hung, but seeing that magnificent cock get played with mere feet from him…it was too much. His hips pushed back, silently begging the man to lick his ass more as he clutched the edge of the table, his mind lost in a fog of sex. “Come on stud,” Tommy said, helping the teen to his feet, still holding on to his cock, “Come lay down on the bed,” Daniel was led by his cock to the bed, falling face-first into the comforter. John watched as Tommy stripped his clothes off, revealing a toned body with a thick, uncut cock. He moved behind his son and spread the boy’s legs. “You wanna watch your boy lose his cherry?” Trevor whispered in the dad’s ear, “You wanna hear him moan?” Lost to the drug and his libido John nodded as Tommy lined his cock up to the teen’s hole. “Wha…” Daniel called out as he felt the cock head push at his virgin jock hole, “Fuck noo!” he moaned as he felt his hole stretch around the thick cock sliding into him. John watched in awe as his son’s protests fell silent the more that cock was forced into him, “Oh…fuck…shit…” the teen panted, “Dad…he’s fucking me!” he called out as Tommy’s pubes smashed up against his smooth ass. “Isn’t that hot?” Trevor whispered to John who just nodded. “So hot…” he slurred. Tommy slid his cock back, running his thick cockhead over the boy’s prostate. “OH!” Daniel whimpered, his entire body tensing as the man shoved his cock back into him. Slowly Tommy did it again and this time Daniel’s voice was weaker, “Dad…fucking me…oh god…” he sobbed as he felt his ass push back against the cock. John watched as Tommy sped his thrusts up, fucking his son properly. Daniel’s protests were gone, replaced with moans and gasps as he thrust back to meet the man’s cock. Tommy leaned down and whispered, “Tell daddy how it feels to be fucked.” His mind lost to the pleasure the drugs brought he began to babble, “Daddy he’s fucking me…his cock is so big!” he whined, “Filling me up…oh god…daddy…more…” As he watched his son slowly push back to his knees, fucking himself on the stranger’s cock John felt his own cock throb. Trevor’s voice seemed to come from nowhere, “Look at him, such a slut, he loves being fucked!” John nodded as he watched Tommy’s hands grip his son’s waist, pulling the boy back onto his cock as the boy moaned and whimpered for more, “Loves it…” “You should have taught him a lesson, fucked him into being a better son.” The words burned into John’s brain, he had been struggling to find ways to ground his son, make him more obedient…he hadn’t thought of fucking him. Watching his boy moan like a slut, begging some stranger to fuck him…it sparked something inside John, something primal, something dark… “Fuck him…” he said, slowly climbing off the table. Trevor snapped his fingers at Tommy who pulled out of the jock and moved off the bed. Like a sleepwalker, John stumbled over to his son and placed his thick cock to the boy’s gaping hole. “Daddy?” Danial asked, seeing his father mount him. “Obey your father!” John said, pushing his cock into his son. “DADDY!” Daniel moaned, feeling the cock that made him stretch him wide as his body reacted to it, pure pleasure flooding his system. John began to slam into the horned-up jock, his cock slamming the boy’s prostate causing him to squeal in joy, his smooth ass pushing back against this dad’s cock. “You’re my son!” John raged, pulling his son up to his knees so he could grab that fucking cock, “You obey me?” his hand began to stroke the massive cock making the boy sob with pleasure, “You get me, boy? YOU OBEY ME?” Daniel nodded as he slammed his hips back, “I’m sorry daddy, fuck me…oh fuck he harder!” John pushed the boy to all fours as he pulled him back onto his cock, fucking him as he had fucked his mother years before. The drugs blurred his mind as he watched his perfect jock son writhe like a cat in heat, begging him to fuck him harder. The two of them were lost in a haze of lust and drugs as they fucked wildly, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat, both of them wanting, needing more. John pulled his cock out of his son’s hole and flipped the boy onto his back, grabbing his ankles he spread those long, muscled legs apart and shoved his cock back in. He revealed in the sight of his perfect jock boy throwing his head back, moaning as that elephant cock smeared precum over his flawless abs. “OH DADDY!” Daniel screamed, no longer knowing anything but pure pleasure, “Oh fuck me, harder! Harder!!” he cried, feeling his body shake as his dad’s cock owned him. John was lost, his body responding to the tight, wet hole that had engulfed his cock. All he saw was the smooth, hairless body beneath him, the flawless beauty that reminded him of his late wife and he fucked the boy harder. “Take it, take that cock you slut!” he roared, not sure who he was talking to anymore. “Oh daddy, I’m close…oh god you’re gonna make me cum!” the jock cried. “Cum for daddy,” John said, slamming harder, “Lemme see your big boy cock shoot!” Daniel’s toes curled as he felt his cock throb twice and then begin to shoot. Globs of hot cum erupted from his dick, spraying his load over his abs and chest, a few hitting on his face. His tight, little jock hole contracted on John’s cock making his dad shoot as well. They both roared as they came, their bodies covered in sweat and cum as they shook in ecstasy, their mind only knowing the sweet release of their dicks. Neither one knew how much time had passed, but John slowly woke up, his son naked under him. He sat up, his memory fuzzy but it all came back to him, “Oh god,” he exclaimed, realizing what he had done. Daniel slowly woke, his body sore from being fucked so thoroughly, “Dad?” he asked, seeing his dad sitting on the side of the bed, head in hands. “Oh god,” John sobbed, not believing what had happened. Daniel sat up and felt his ass throb, “Ow, what…” and then it came back to him, all of it. The jock felt like he wanted to throw up as he stood, oh god what had happened? He looked around and then felt his blood turn to ice, “Dad, where’s our stuff?” John looked up and saw that their luggage was gone, Daniel’s laptop that he had brought was missing…his wallet he had left on the bedstand was gone. They had robbed them! “God dammit!” John raged, standing up to call the front desk, he was calling the police…but by the phone was a portable DVD player and a note. “Don’t call the cops.” John opened the player with shaking hands and pushed play, the sound of his own voice came through the tiny speaker, “Cum for daddy,” John said, slamming harder, “Lemme see your big boy cock shoot!” He slammed it shut, the sight of him fucking his son made him ill…but his cock still twitched. “What is that?” Daniel asked in a panic. Turning the note over John read, “We have copies, do not call the police.” John felt his heart break as he handed the note to Daniel, “We’re fucked.” Daniel read it and felt his knees go weak, “What…what happened?” John had no answer, he just closed his eyes and began to cry.

Chapter One I’m Dan, 35, stand right at six-foot, decent worked out dad-bod from having just finished a two-year stint in the big house for some white-collar bullshit and boy does it feel good to be home. I was released last week and earlier today I got the keys to my new apartment. The place is a fucking showpiece, and I am standing in the middle of my living room wearing nothing but a pair of tight briefs, rubbing my cock and looking around soaking in my new digs—floor-to-ceiling windows framing a neon-drenched city skyline, the lights pulsing like a heartbeat across polished hardwood floors. Marble counters gleam under recessed LEDs, a bar cart in the corner holds a bottle of 18-year-old Macallan, its amber glow catching the light. Modern art—jagged red and black slashes—hangs on the walls, and a low beat of music pumping from hidden speakers, blending with the city’s distant thrum. Amazing how different a person’s life can be in a mere matter of days. It’s my first night here, a fresh start after wasting the past 24 months of my life doing time with a bunch of (mostly) idiots. I sprawl out on my black leather couch and push my briefs down to my thighs, a crystal tumbler of whiskey in one hand, the other beginning to stroke my seven-inch long and beer can thick cock, feeling it pulse in my hand, I take a deep relaxing breathe enjoying some privacy for the first time in literal years. My skin is tingling, my breath heavy, the city lights painting my bare chest in blues and pinks. I sit up and grab the torch and my pipe off the coffee table and fish out the fresh bag of tina I bought earlier, and I light up, letting the drug take over. The tina – a fun new habit that I actually picked up in prison – rushes over me and as I blow my first big cloud I look down at my cock between my legs and watch it swell up and throb, the tina clearly doing its thing. My heart drops and I’m quickly on my feet as I hear my front door swing open—no knock, no warning—a feel liquid splashing onto my chest, my cock, and down to my toes as my unexpected guest causes me to spill a cool $100 worth of whiskey. I spin around so fast my hard cock hits my thigh with an audible thud and I see this kid wearing what looks like fucking overalls standing frozen in the doorway, like he’s walked into a trap. The kid, who I later learn is named Zach, is 19 and the dude is rocking a seriously buff body, five-foot-ten, messy brown hair spilling from a backward cap, his navy maintenance jumpsuit—all grease and dirt stained—clinging to his buff frame and hiding what I later find out to be a body covered in some very well done tattoos. He is clutching a battered toolbox, a screwdriver dangling, his green eyes wide with panic, sweat beading on his forehead. “What the fuck!?” I roar, yanking my briefs up, my heart slamming, my thick cock still half-hard causing me to fight with it a bit to get it back in my underwear. I look at this kid with rage knowing the moment I waited two years to enjoy is now shattered and it’s his fault. “Who the hell are you, barging into my place at—” I glance at the wall clock, its sleek hands ticking past 11:47 PM—“almost fucking midnight?!” Zach stumbles back, the toolbox crashing on my beautiful freshly waxed hardwood floor, tools scattering—a wrench skids under the coffee table, a tape measure spins across the floor, a hammer thuds against the baseboard, and this shit-show is starting to really piss me off. “Oh awesome, yeah man go ahead and fuck up my new floors. Shit while you’re at it go ahead and throw a hammer through my goddamn television bro”, I growl at him with words drenched in condescending sarcasm. “Oh shit, I-I’m-fuck man, I am SO sorry dude, errr I mean, fuck, I am so sorry, sir!” he stammers, his voice cracking, his face flushing red. “I’m Zach, sir, maintenance. I work for the building. I misread the work order—thought it said 17B, not 17D. New tenant is moving in tomorrow and I have to go over this punch list and I just…I’m an idiot.. This was a mistake sir, I swear! And I didn’t see nothing anyway!” Even from a distance I can see his hands tremble, raised in surrender, his eyes darting from my glare to the floor, and I catch a flicker of curiosity, lingering on my briefs, where my cock is still thick and ready and the tent it is causing has become unavoidable not to mention I notice one of my balls is refusing to stay inside my underwear. I walk towards him and in seconds I’m in his face growling. “Bro, you think you can just waltz in here?” I snap, inching closer, my voice sharp, slicing through the thick air, the tent in my briefs now pressed up against his leg. “I was in the middle of something private, kid. First bit of privacy I’ve had in a long time and you’ve gone and fucked it up. You have got some fucking balls boy.” The situation is tense, the various lights casting jagged shadows across Zach’s nervous face, I smell the scent of his sweat—salty, mixed with motor oil and some drug store cheap cologne hitting my nose. My anger’s hot, but his youth, his desperation, sparks a different heat, and I notice my cock is now twitching despite myself. Zach drops to his knees, scrambling for his tools, his hands shaking, the jumpsuit pulling tight across his muscular thighs. “Please, sir, don’t tell building management,” he begs, his voice raw, nearly breaking. “I need this job—my boss has been itching to fire me, and this would be the end for me. I am seriously begging sir, please, I will do anything to make it right.” That word—anything—goes straight through my ears and right down to my cock. I take a closer look at him, his green eyes meeting mine, wide and pleading, the bulge in his pants appearing to make them a bit tighter. I cock my head to the side silently wondering if I’m seeing his cock grow in there. I am silent while I weigh my options, watching his chest rising and falling fast, the air thick with tension and I realize that this kid all hidden behind this stupid work jumpsuit is actually really, really fucking hot. I lean against the marble counter, crossing my arms, my cock now hardening fully, straining against my briefs ready to poke a hole right through them. “Anything, huh?” I say, my voice low, a smirk curling my lips, heat spreading like wildfire between us and I slowly begin to rub my cock through the outside of my briefs. “That’s a dangerous promise in this house young Zach.” His eyes are now glued to my cock, his body in a state of shock at what is happening. I reach into my pocket and pull out the bag of T and admire the crystals glinting like diamonds under the LEDs, the sharp tang of my earlier hit still lingering and the rush of the drugs still coursing through my veins doubling my confidence and aggression. I clear my throat so I can reset my voice to something deep but not so threatening and I ask him “So, Zach, you didn’t see anything, is that right?” With his mouth still a little open in shock he clears his throat and shakes his head with a resounding “no”. With a menacing chuckle I push my briefs down to my ankles and let my cock bounce free. “Ever tried this?” I ask, holding up the bag of T, watching his eyes widen as I ignore the fact that my thick hard cock is now standing at full attention pointed right at him. “Uhh, is that” he begins to ask, and I cut him off before he can finish. “It’s crystal meth, Zach. Tina. Its these magic little crystals that will make you feel alive and if you’re lucky it will make you want – no, it will make you NEED to fuck like you’ve never fucked before”, I answered him grabbing my cock with my free hand and giving it a slow stroke. He shakes his head fast, his cap nearly falling. “N-no, never,” he says, his voice shaky. “I don’t do drugs, man. I can’t.” His eyes flick to the pipe on the counter, then to my face, panic flaring, his cock so clearly now pulsing in his jumpsuit. Zach nervously starts playing with his hat moving it as if trying to straighten it somehow and then looks at the ground as he says to me “and uhh sir, I really am awfully sorry about interrupting your night and all. I didn’t mean nothing by it and before you get the wrong idea sir, I just wanted to let you know that well, I have a girlfriend and uhh sir, I’m straight”. I step closer, my bare feet silent, my face now inches from his, each step causing my thick cock to sway and slap against my right leg, then my left, back to my right. My voice a growl, I get less than an inch from his face and whisper in his ear “you want me to keep this quiet?” I say, holding up my phone, thumb hovering over the screen with the building management’s contact pulled up. “Then don’t play shy. You sure as shit weren’t shy when you barged into my apartment catching me with my cock in my hand now were you? So come on man, relax and have a little fun. Since now I know that you DID see something I’m going to need a little leverage here Zach. You’re going to have to take one little hit on this pipe dude, or I’m afraid I’ll be calling your boss as you walk out the door.” His breath hitches, his hands clenching, his eyes darting between the pipe and my phone. “I... I don’t know,” he whispers. “Can’t I just... fix something, clean up, anything else?” I lean in, my breath hot against his ear, seeing this young buff boy quiver under my command now has me so hard I’m starting to leak. “This isn’t a negotiation, kid,” I say, my voice firm. “Take the hit, or you’re done. You said anything—okay, prove it.” With the pipe between my fingers, I extend my hand his way offering him once last chance to redeem himself. He swallows hard and I notice his Adam’s apple bobbing, and after a long moment, he nods, defeated. “Okay,” he whispers. “I’ll do it. One hit, and then I really got to get to work next door sir”. I light the pipe, the flame dancing, the crystals melting into acrid smoke. I take a hit first, the rush slamming my veins like lightning, my senses sharpening— the drug coursing through my veins now making my cock throb even harder. I pass it to Zach, guiding his shaking hands, his lips trembling as he inhales. He coughs a bit, and I notice his body shuddering as the tina hits. His pupils dilate, his shoulders relax, a dazed grin tugging at his lips. “Holy... fuck,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, his cock now pulsing and throbbing harder, the strain against his pants more now more evident. “Fuck Mr., that’s... intense.” I laugh, clapping his shoulder, my hand lingering on his warm muscle. “Welcome to the ride, kid,” I say, the tina deepening my voice and I begin to squeeze his shoulder. “Ah fuck” I say as I squeeze both shoulders in tandem. “Kid you are tense as fuck. Why don’t you sit down for a minute, and I will rub out some of this stress.” I can tell the kid is debating his options in his head so I bend down, pick up my briefs, and tell him “I can throw these back on if that helps you make up your mind kid”. “Ugh, no sir, it’s cool I don’t mind. It is YOUR apartment after all. Your cock looked like it was getting uncomfortable in there anyway” he responded, the tina making a noticeable different in the boy’s confidence with me. I cock my head back in surprise and respond saying “you been looking at my cock Zach?” I asked him, a smug smile pasted on my face. “Ugh, well…. Mr. that enormous bulge was kinda hard to miss. Pretty sure you could see it from space” Zach replied as he too began to grin, clearly proud of himself for the corny joke. “Is it cool if I hit this again?” he asked me as he reached for the pipe. “Sure kid, smoke as much as you want, but do me a favor and follow me over here to the couch so we can sit for a minute, and if you don’t mind how about you lose the fucking pants on your way. What? I’m supposed to be the only one here walking around my apartment with a bulge you can ‘see from space’, I taunted him. He froze, staring at me and clearly running scenarios through his little jock-boy head. I waited, giving him some time to figure out his next move. When I noticed he started to get a little shifty, his nerves beginning to make him question if this was a good idea after all, I stood up and grabbed my phone, my hard cock pointing directly at him. “Zach, take off your fucking pants and come sit down or I’m making the call. Your choice”. Without saying a word, he took a step toward me as he began to remove his work jump suit. With the work jump suit now on the ground he looked at me directly in the eyes as he peeled off his shirt, revealing a beautiful, toned body covered in colorful tattoos. Next, he unbuckled his pants, and in one swift motion he had pulled them off, now standing in front of me wearing nothing but his boxers. I took the pipe and filled my lungs with a massive cloud of our shared drug, and I tossed the hot pipe on top of the heap of clothes he had just taken off and I grabbed him, putting one hand roughly behind his head and drawing him in close I kissed him, blowing the tina from my lungs into his mouth and watching his eyes grow wide as he realized I was filling him with the drug, his eyes then closing and he let go and began to embraced what was happening. My hands roamed his body, feeling the tight muscles on his young back, sliding them down into his boxers and sliding them down with one hand as the other explored his thick jock ass. I looked down at his big hairy cock and I smiled, grabbing it with one hand as I walked him backwards towards the couch, pushing him down into the cushions. I knelt between his hairy muscular legs causing him to spread them wide and took his cock slowly into my mouth. “Ohhh fuckkkkk” he groaned, as I ran my tongue under the ridges of his cock head and slowly pushed his cock down my throat. I still get hard when I think about how his cock smelled and tasted – the salt from his sweat and his precum mixed together - nothing short of intoxicating. I kissed his inner thighs while slowly stroking his wet cock causing a desperate whimper to escape his chest. I kissed him until I reached his balls, running them through my mouth before taking his cock down my throat once again. He put his hand on the back of my head, and I let him begin to fuck my face. Between the tina coursing through his body and attention I was giving his cock I could tell he was in another world of pleasure. His breathing became more rapid and his thrust down my throat got more intense. I knew he was getting close and would want nothing more than some to release his load and empty his nuts down my throat and just as I knew he was on the edge of a life changing orgasm I pushed him back into the couch, his cock sliding out of my mouth and flopping on his tight hairy stomach. He looked at me with such sad, confused eyes, searching my face trying to figure out why I had stopped the fun. I grabbed the pipe and put it in his hand while slowly stroking his cock. “Hit this again and then follow me to my room. I have something in there I want to show you”. After taking a few generous hits off my pipe, we walked down the hallway towards my bedroom, passing art on the wall that cost me more than this kid would make this year. Turning the corner into my bedroom I watched to see his reaction to the sling I had installed next to my bed, a black leather sling, chains bolted to the ceiling, light from the hallway glinting off the metal. “Whoa….ugh… is that?” he started before I cut him off once again. “A fuck sling? Yeah bud, that is exactly what the fuck it is. I put boys in there when I want them to feel all of me. When I want to go deeper inside them than anyone ever has. Now, do me a favor big guy, and get in” I barked at him. He looked at the sling then back towards me, then back at the sling again. “Get. In. The. Sling.” I growled at him. Zach froze, his tina-fueled eyes wide, his cap slipping off his sweaty head. “A sling?” he says, his voice cracking. “What the hell? Now you want to fuck me? Dude….this is getting out of hand I... I don’t think I can do that man. I mean fuck dude, I’m straight!” He steps back towards the hallway, his cock still throbbing, his body betraying him with his own curiosity. “Can’t I do something else bro? Clean your place, fix your pipes, run your errands, or fuck man how about we go back to the couch and just finish what we were doing out there” he says as he looks back toward the sling, “anything but that” he said as he took a dramatic swallow causing his Adam’s apple to visibly bounce. I stepped closer toward him, my chest inches from him, my cock pressing up against him. “No deal, kid,” I growl, my phone in hand again, thumb grazing the screen. “You want me to keep quiet? Okay. I know how to keep a secret. But my silence has a price. Get in the sling.” I growl. “Now.” “But, ugh, Mr.”, he started to protest. I cut him off again. “I am not ‘Mr.’, kid. Stop calling me that. I am Daddy. When you are in my apartment and ESPECIALLY when I allow you in my sling you know me only as Daddy. Understood?” His eyes widen, his breath shaky. “Daddy? That’s... weird,” he says, his voice trembling. “I can’t do this, man. It’s too much.” I grabbed his cock and gave it a rough, hard squeeze while telling him “Zach, this rock hard cock in my hand is telling me you want this. You said anything, right? You walked into my apartment and caught me with my thick hard cock in my hand and of all the things to offer – all of the ways to fix that situation – you CHOSE to offer me ‘anything’. You want this Zach. So be a man and not a little pussy bitch and get the fuck in the sling for daddy” I say, my voice unrelenting, the tina fueling my dominance. “Daddy is here to protect you from those fuck-heads downstairs in the management office. And Daddy is here to make sure you have a good time tonight, but you need to trust me.” I grabbed his cock and slowly stroked him again as I whispered in his ear “remember how Daddy made you feel a few minutes ago? You get in my sling, and I promise to make you feel that times a thousand.” He swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the sling, the tina and my hand stroking his cock starting to strip away any last resistance. “Fine,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. Looking at me with such adorable pleading wide eyes he says “But...sir, ugh, I mean, Daddy, if it gets too intense you gotta be cool with me jumping out of that thing, okay?.” I nodded, smirking, leading him to the sling. I admire his young tight body as I watch him climb in, the leather creaking, chains swaying, his body exposed, legs spread, eyes wide with fear and tina-fueled anticipation. I lean in between his legs and blow another cloud into his lungs and as I pull back, I let my hands trace the lines of his body while I tell him “Daddy has you son. It’s just you and Daddy here, our private little world. Just us here, our secret world, you can relax.” I put the pipe in his hand and he looks up at me for approval. I bend down on top of him in the sling and kiss him, this time deeply and intense, my hands roaming his face and the back of his head while my tongue explores his mouth. I pull away from our embrace once again and with my face less than an inch from his I tell him in my most gentle voice “Baby boy, you don’t have to ask to use Daddy’s drugs, you understand? If you’re my boy and I’m your Daddy you never have to ask. All of this is yours. Now, take that pipe because I love seeing my big muscle boy get spun and horny for Daddy. I want you to show me the biggest cloud you can possibly blow.” He took the pipe and inhaled deeply, and I encouraged him to keep going. “Thattaboy, don’t stop now. Keep going boy, fuck you’re doing great that is going to be a huge cloud – Zach you are making Daddy SO proud”. I couldn’t help but notice that his cock twitched every time I referred to myself as Daddy. This was going to be fun. As he is lighting the pipe again I grab the lube, my heart pounding, the tina making every detail vivid—the chains’ creak, his skin’s heat and his trembling strong young limbs. He blows a massive cloud above us, and I chuckle, thinking to myself that if he wasn’t spun before he sure as fuck was now. I hand him a bottle of poppers and tell him to take a nice long hit, and as he inhales the popper fumes, I slowly slide a lubed-up finger up and down his ass and then slowly around the outside of his hole. He lets out a deep guttural groan as the poppers work their magic and when I feel his hole begin to relax, I enter him with two slick fingers, slow, deliberate and deep, not stopping until I was knuckle deep, his tightness gripping me, drawing a sharp gasp from the boy. “Fuck, man!” he yelled, his voice trembling, his body tensing and pulling back as much as possible. I pause, my hand on his thigh, my other hand at his hole with my fingers now knuckle deep inside him as I probe searching for the spot that is going to make this boy mine. My voice is now firm, having lost the softness from a few minutes ago as I respond: “That’s Daddy, kid. Not man, or sir or dude or bro. I am Daddy, isn’t that right son?” I ask him as I slide my fingers out and then roughly back inside him. He yelps and his body jumps back a bit, but he nods, and I see tears pricking the corner of his eyes. “Sorry, Daddy,” he whispers, and although he is shaking from nerves, I see his cock laying on his hairy stomach continuing to throb, the tina amplifying everything he is now feeling. I slide my fingers out of his hole and press my cock up against it. He is shaking badly, clearly very nervous about what is coming. “Daddy” he says looking at me with such wide innocent eyes. “Is this going to hurt?” he asks me. This causes me cock to throb, and I can tell he could feel it pulse against tight young hole. “Zach, I’m not going to lie to you”, I tell him. “This is going to hurt badly at first. You feel how hard you’ve made my cock? This is all you boy, you did this” I tell him as I make my cock throb against his hole again. “My cock is so hard and so thick right now because of you, and so yes, when I push inside you buddy it is going to hurt, it might feel like I’m ripping you open but I need you to trust me, okay? If you solider through the pain that my hard cock is about to bring you then I promise it will pass and the pleasure that will replace it will be more intense than anything you’ve ever felt or even thought was possible to feel. Think you can be brave for me and take Daddy’s cock bud? Think you are man enough to take a hard thick cock like the one pushing up against your hole right now?” He nervously bit his lip and looked up at me with a blank stare. “Remember Zach, the pleasure will replace the pain. Now get ready big guy because here it comes” I tell him, as I enter him, slow and deep, my thick hard cock—veined, rock-hard—stretching his tight hole, an unrelenting force opening him up, continuing to get deeper until he had taken all of me, the tina amplifying the burn inside him as he takes every inch. And then, just as I bottom out inside him, he screams, a primal, raw, piercing cry, his body tensing, tears now spilling down his cheeks. “Fuckkkk! Fuck Daddy, fuck it hurts so bad! It hurts too much, please take it out Daddy please” he yells, his hands clutching the chains so tight his knuckles are white as a ghost, the sling beginning to rock wildly. “Ughhh Daddy it’s too much!” His cock softens slightly, his body shuddering, his tear-streaked face screwed in racked in agony. “Breathe, Zach,” I say, my voice steady. You took all of me son, you have every inch of your dad inside you” I say to him as I lean down and kiss him. “I am so proud of you son” I whisper as I begin to pull back and stand in between him. “Okay son, you’ve taken all of me like I knew you could. Now blow a cloud for me while I’m inside you” I order him. He obeys and I feel him relax a little as he exhales the cloud. I grab the poppers and give him a good shake before putting them under his nose telling him “you’re doing so good son, making your dad so fucking proud. Now I need you to inhale these deeply until you can’t inhale anymore, understand?” He obeys again, inhaling so deep I wonder if he is going to pass out when he feels the poppers hit. When I hear him exhale I also feel him relax and the vice grip his ass had around my cock begins to release a bit. I watch his eyes roll back in his head as he offers me a desperate moan. “Ahhhh that’s my fucking boy. I can feel you relaxing son, fuck you’re doing so well. Now dad is going to start fucking you” I tell him, my thrusts gentle, giving him time to adjust. “The tina’s gonna make it feel so good. Fuck son you feel amazing. That’s it. Relax for dad, open up and let dad inside. In and out, in and out, fuck boy you feel so good, that’s right baby, in and out, all the way in and all the way out”. Zach’s cock has come back to life, now standing at full attention and beginning to leak at I slowly slide inside him and press my cockhead up against his spot. I pass him the pipe again and told him it’s time for another big hit. “Another already dad?” He hesitates, then obeys and inhales, coughing, the tina hitting hard, his body relaxing even more, his cock now throbbing in between us. “Okay, Daddy,” he gasps, his voice shaky but desperate for more. “It’s... better now. It’s feeling better, ughhh fuck its feeling good, so good, you can give me more Daddy I’m ready.” My thrusts deepen, the sling rocking, chains creaking in rhythm. “Yeah? Its feeling good now baby?” I ask him as I pick up the pace, starting to really fuck him now. “How’s Daddy’s cock feel now?” I ask, my hands gripping the chains, my cock so hard and thick, hitting the deep spots within him, claiming and owning him fully. His moans shift, pain fading to pleasure, the drugs taking over, amplifying every thrust. “So fucking full, man,” he gasps, his body arching, his cock throbbing, precum dripping. I pause, my voice sharp. “That’s Daddy, Zach. Don’t make me remind you again” I growl as I pull fully out and slam my cock back inside him. He nods, wincing at the pain. “Sorry, Daddy,” he says, his voice raw. “Fuck daddy your cock is...fucking incredible. Please keep going, deeper daddy go deeper” he begs. The tina’s got us wired, the room pulsing, the music thumping in my chest and my cock continues to claim him. “You like Daddy’s cock stretching you?” I growl, my thrusts steady, hard, deep and unforgiving, hitting sensitive spots that make him moan louder. My voice raising above his moans I demand him “Tell me, kid. Tell me what Daddy’s cock is doing to you.” His moans grow raw, I feel his body now fully surrendering. “Fuck, Daddy! Ugh I don’t know how to describe it, its like you are filling me up, ughhh so fucking full, but I can never be full enough,” he says, his voice breaking, “I will never have enough of you Daddy!” he cries out.“ Your dick’s so big... feels so good, please daddy don’t stop.” For him, it’s a revelation—pain turning to euphoria, the sling’s vulnerability making him feel alive. For me, it’s power—his moans, his tightness, the tina making every thrust electric, this strong young buck being fully owned by me, taking him to places nobody else ever could. The city lights spill through the window, the lights and his tattoos painting his skin in neon, the apartment our private world. I lean closer, my breath hot against his neck, my thrusts now relentless. “You’re Daddy’s boy tonight,” I groan, my cock filling him with precision. He moans, his eyes glassy, tears dried, replaced by hunger. “It feels so fucking good, Daddy,” he gasps, his cock pulsing and untouched. “Love how you’re fucking me. Love being your boy, Daddy, please daddy please never stop!” I grab his cock and the second my hand wraps around his meat his climax hits, explosive, his cock pulsing in my hand as thick ropes of cum shoot and then spills across his chest and stomach, the tina making his orgasm feel endless. “Oh my fucking God Daddy Daddy DADDDDYYYYY!” he cries as he begins to bust, his body shuddering, his green eyes wide. “Fuck son look at that load you gave me” I tell him as my thrust now slam in and out of him. “Daddy needs to cum now baby. Where should Daddy put his load son?” “Please give me your load Daddy, please cum inside me and make me fully yours, please daddy please” he begs. I grab the chains of the sling as I release the violent roar from deep within me and I begin to fill him, ropes of my cum shooting deep inside him. We collapse, him in the sling, me against the frame, both panting, the tina’s buzz pulsing. I summon the strength to brush his hair out of his eyes and slowly pump in and out of him a few more times, making he moan and grip the chains once again. As I pull out and kiss the hair plastered to his forehead he looks up at me with those big green eyes and asks “You won’t tell, Daddy?”, his voice soft and submissive. I smirk, grabbing his face in between my hands and whisper “Our secret, kid. You fucking earned it.” A faint unease flickers and disappears, his youth, the tina’s grip, the intensity of our fucking now having fully drained us both—and we collapse in my bed, he finding his way into my arms, both of us lost in the high, the sling our anchor, the city a silent witness to the beginning of something we both deeply felt, raw and real, both of us filling a void in the other, making us now somehow fully complete.

THIS!!!!! 💯x 💯x 💯x 💯! Back when I was young and dumb (and primarily a bottom in my 20s and 30s, cause I'm STILL full of cum! 😜), I never would've considered a man who was 60+! If only my young and dumb self knew what my 60+ self knows now! I can wear out youngsters cause they (generally) don't know how to hang in there for the long haul... They tap out, and I'm still raring to go!

From what I have observed over the years, the best gay relationships, the ones that last, are open. I was with the same man for 30 years, until his death. He was an oral only guy. That limited my sexual expression, but we were 'right' for each other in so many other ways. When we had an occasional three-way, he saw how much I enjoyed fucking. He said I should go do it, as it was something he couldn't give me. We set rules and parameters and off I went two nights a week. He wasn't jealous--he cared enough to find one more way to make me happy. (And he loved hearing about my adventures--which often led to more sex with the two of us.) Gay men can write the rules for our relationships--different for every couple.

I am 62. Pre-pandemic, I left my ex of 33 years for the love of my life who is 68 . He’s gay royalty . . . out for 52 years, poz for 30. Woof. Sometimes just the idea of how much dick he’s had inside him gets me off. At 62, I’m still getting natural boners on demand. I can fuck and breed without a cockring. I would breed actual ass daily if I could (loaded up a fb x1 today!) Practice makes perfect, right? One cool thing about aging is that all that experience and learning adds up. There are lots of pervy older dudes. And the pent up straight dudes 60+ who have been completely shut out by their wives for a decade ? HA No shortage of them around here.

Had to pick something up on the other side of town this afternoon. On the way back home stopped at a book store. There were some guys roaming so went in a cabin. A latino construction worker type joined me. Pulled down my shorts and he started sucking my uncut cock. Pulled him up, turned him around and he dropped his shorts and I slid in, he already had a load or more so it felt great. Fucked for a few minutes until I gave him another one. Offered up my ass but he was a bottom, told me to bend over and wait and he came back with someone else who immediately finger fucked me before sliding in his cock. Lots of grunting and some Spanish talk with the first guy and the I got my load. I'm seriously considering learning some Spanish.

Yep, there are more 🙂

It was spring 2010. I had my last HIV test a few weeks earlier, and ever taking another one would have been pointless. Back then, I was still a shy twink with long, blond hair and a coveted bubble butt. That was probably why I received a call that Friday evening. On the other end of the line was a new acquaintance of mine, let's call him Alex. "Acquaintance" was more accurate than "friends," because ever since we first met, it had only ever been about sex. And so he asked me if I wanted to come to Bulls Bar, a men-only bar in the gay district. He promised me an unforgettable evening if I prepared a little and put on a jockstrap. Like any other young gay man in his early twenties, I only had one thing on my mind and nothing else planned for that evening, so I agreed. Two hours later, I arrived at the bar and was a bit confused at first. All the windows were closed, and the door wouldn't open either. It took me a second to realize it was the kind of place where you had to ring the bell. When the door closed behind me, I found myself in a small, dark bar. At the beginning was the cloakroom, where a guy looked at me questioningly, asking if I wanted to go in like that. He advised me to leave my pants and jacket with him and said in a certain undertone, "Have fun, boy.“ So I was wearing only a black shirt, jockstrap, socks, and sneakers and looked around a bit. The place apparently wasn't too busy that evening, and so I saw Alex at the bar. A hot twink! Tall, slim, smooth with short brown hair, and his big cock was visible in his jockstrap. He knew exactly how to use his body to his advantage and was without a doubt the star of the place that evening. Next to him stood a short, older gentleman who could have been his grandfather. They chatted, and the older man was obviously very pleased with the company. He finished his beer and slipped €20 into Alex's jock as a thank you for a great conversation. Where else would I go, he wasn't wearing anything else... When he saw me, he greeted me with a smile and a clap on my butt. We ordered drinks and he explained to me why I should be here tonight. Because Bulls in Berlin is the place where the bareback scene meets. Anyone who has sex in this bar leaves with a “positive attitude.” Alex knew I'd recently become poz, and it didn't bother him—quite the opposite, in fact. But whenever I asked him about his status, he gave an evasive answer. Even though the question was probably rather unnecessary. Even though I sometimes explored the Berlin scene a bit naively, it was impossible to miss the way everyone there was staring at us. So Alex decided to show me the back room. A small, oblong room visible from the bar, where things really get going. At the entrance, there's a corner with leather mattresses and benches. Right behind it, a gynecological chair and a sling, followed by another corner with leather-covered benches and the door to the restroom. Other guys were already busy everywhere, and my cock immediately got hard, ready for a very special night. I barely looked around when Alex was already fully engaged. He was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by three guys whose cocks he took turns sucking. I could barely comprehend this image when I was greeted with, "Hey sexy Boy. nice to see you." Then I was pushed to my knees with a cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust hard, only letting go when another guy let him know he wanted a go. As a 20-year-old boy, I actually had some expectations of my partner in terms of age and appearance. But I quickly realized that others would be making decisions about my body that evening. So, as I knelt there with one cock after another in my mouth, I felt a wet hand playing with my hole. I couldn't even see who it belonged to or what they looked like, but as I mentioned, that wasn't my decision tonight. I was ready and just wanted cum in my ass. From whom or how many was irrelevant at this point. But what happened next was something I didn't expect. Except for the guy I was sucking, everyone left me alone. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a group gathering around the sling. I wanted to watch what was happening, but someone grabbed the back of my head again, and the guy pressed his cock even deeper into my throat until he came shortly after. Now I could see what was happening, and my first thought was correct: Alex was lying in the sling. Around him were many men, all of them desiring him. He was quite busy fending off the many hands in his jock, on his nipples, and everywhere else. His head was turning from side to side, and he was taking every cock he could reach into his mouth. He was constantly moaning loudly. In my estimation, it wasn't just from horniness, but also from pain. Pain that could only come from a big cock that the daddy in front of him was mercilessly pushing into that greedy boy hole. A few men were still busy with each other, but most were standing around the sling, probably hoping to be next. And I was standing off to the side, having imagined the evening a little differently. Why did Alex invite me here if he was just going to do his own thing and ignore me at all? Why is the whore in the sling so important to everyone, while the other twink in the room suddenly seems uninteresting? What if I were lying in that sling? So we rewind a few minutes, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Alex still kneeling on the floor, greedily working one cock after another. Meanwhile, the guy who had been lube-playing around my hole pulled me up from the floor and made it clear to me that I should lie down in the sling. I lay down and hadn't even put my legs in the loops when I felt his cock at my hole. He pushed his cock gently but firmly into me, and he obviously knew exactly what a young bottom needed. While he fucked me, and I was almost exploding inside with horniness, I was increasingly busy keeping some hands out of my jock. My head was constantly swinging from left to right as numerous cocks were being held out for me to suck. I was so busy that I barely noticed that the active guy was about to shoot his cum into my ass. And as soon as I looked, he moaned loudly and shot his cum deep inside me. That was just the beginning should be clear! And as soon as he pulled his cock out, the next one was there. I watched as he pushed his cock inside me, when someone grabbed my head and pulled it down. Alex looked at me from above, grinning. He forced my mouth open and let a lot of cum flow from his mouth into mine. The men standing around obviously found it pretty hot, and I did too. He was still grinning and said he knew I liked such gifts. Suddenly, number two was finished, and he pulled his cock out of my hole with a quick, "Thank you." A stocky, older man pushed his way through and tried to place his cock in my hole. Alex saw that I didn't want him and gestured to me: "You'll just have to go through with it." This stocky man tried to push his cock inside me for what felt like two minutes. Alex intervened and yelled at him: If you can't do it, make way for real men!' Visibly embarrassed, he let go of me and disappeared towards the bar. And so Alex signaled to another guy that it was his turn. I looked up at him questioningly and he indicated to me that he would now choose the guys who would be allowed to fuck me. He leaned down towards me and said: "You'll like Tom. I promise!" From the crowd around me stepped a guy who these days would be called an otter. Short, black hair and a beard, slim build, lots of tattoos and a hairy chest. He looked at me with a grin and winked at me to look down. He showed me his hard cock with a PA on the tip. Looking more closely, I noticed that his piercing had a small spike. I felt completely strange. A mixture of fear and endless horniness. Because I knew what this cock would do inside me and what every load of cum that landed in my hole today would do. But it was too late. He pushed his cock, with the cold piece of metal at the tip, into my cunt, which was already a bit open from two previous cocks. He fucked me hard for several minutes because he obviously enjoyed seeing my horniness. He noticeably slowed down and said, "I've never seen you here before. It's nice that you're here." I looked at him again very closely from top to bottom and only then noticed a very special tattoo he had above his cock. "I like your biohazard tattoo." Then he smiled again, rather wickedly, and started thrusting hard again. He asked if a young guy like me really knew where I was. I simply replied that I was only there because of guys like him and what he could give me. He obviously liked that answer a lot, and he gave me a few final thrusts, saying, "Then take my toxic load, you stupid little boy!" His load shot into my ass, and I was in complete ecstasy. He pulled his large, pierced cock out of my hole with a groan, and the cum slowly flowed out. He tried again and pushed the toxic load back where it belonged. The men standing around in the sling apparently wanted more, but Alex noticed that I needed a break. So the two of them helped me out of the sling, which was immediately occupied again. We sat down at a table next to the bar with some drinks and chatted for a while. This hot guy introduced himself as Tom, and we talked about how Alex and I met, my previous encounters with the Berlin BB scene, and how I became poz. Tom apparently enjoyed the conversation almost as much as the sex with me. He repeatedly stroked my leg towards my cock and clearly wanted more. "If you thought that was hot, wait until Oliver gets here." I asked who he was, and as Tom talked, I started to tremble with horniness. "When he's in town, he almost always comes Friday night at midnight." So we spent the next two hours talking, drinking, and having a little action in the back room. "Oliver will take any willing hole, but he would never turn down a cute poz Twink with a lot of cum in his hole." And shortly after midnight, he finally arrived. A tall guy in his late thirties, with a Mohawk, was standing next to the bar wearing nothing but socks and sneakers. His slightly toned body and a really nice cock caught the eye of everyone present. Oliver walked up to him with a grin and greeted him, only to immediately tell him everything about me. He obviously liked what Oliver heard. He came up to me and just said, "Hey!" At that point, it became clear to me that no matter what he said, I would do anything he wanted. Alex came out of the back room and greeted him as well. If they already knew each other, I probably never needed to ask about Alex's status again. Oliver already knew that I find poz guys hot, and he told me exactly what turned me on. But even if he had kept quiet, I would have gone with him without hesitation. For professional reasons, he travels the world a lot, and at some point, during his outings, he's caught a nasty infection from someone. Since then, he's been giving his cum to any willing guy. Any poz guy can give him a charge up, and every stupid boy who offers him his ass gets a very special gift. His cum is so toxic that a drop of precum is a fact. At that moment, I say, without meaning to, "Please fuck me! Use me! Do what you want to me!" He just grins and takes me to the play area... At least, he would have if the evening had turned out in my favor. Instead, Alex is still lying in the sling, getting fucked by one guy after another. Alongside that, I suck two guys' cocks and swallow whatever I could get. Alex didn't have a moment for me the whole time, so I headed toward the dressing room. Unfucked and without having cum myself, I left the bar. Outside the door, I decided to take a walk toward the park. There's a lot of action there on the weekends, and if I don't have any luck at a bareback bar, I'll still find someone there to fill my greedy Boy hole. I met Alex two or three more times before the acquaintance fizzled out. I was disappointed that he was so into the spotlight. What if I had been in his place that evening? I would have met some of the most famous poz guys in all of Berlin. They would have introduced me to others in the scene, and I would have been a welcome guest at private bareback parties or the Biohazard Party. Every positive man wants to give me a charge up, and I gratefully accept every toxic load. When I post on social media that I like to travel, that doesn't mean that I enjoy seeing the sights of other cities, but rather that I choose my travel destinations based on where there's a promising bareback scene. And in my mid-twenties, I would have been a high toxic whore, where every shot would be a direct hit.

than cum inside of you. I love to feel cum all day long. This morning I woke up in a stranger’s bed this morning and my body was still tingling from the fucking i recieved from him last night, craving a depraved morning fuck to kick off the day before I headed home. The guy from last night’s hookup woke up to me stroking his cock, and I was still a bit wet from last night’s session. He didn’t speak, he just grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and slamed into my hole making me moan, almost scream in pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, each one pounding deeper, while my hole clenched around him, making me beg for his cum. My ass jiggles with every slam,is hands bruising my thighs, and I’m moaning like a slut, loving the filthy thrill of being used first thing in the morning. He growls, “You’re my cumdump fuckhole” and I’m lost, my fucking mind at that point spinning with the depravity, craving his load to flood me. He pulled me up by my throat, arching my back, and fucked me harder. His cock was hitting so deep it hurt, but it was the kind of pain that makes my hole quiver & throb causing an intense prostate orgasm he flips me over, He unloaded inside me and filled my hole. As I lay there trembling with his cum dripped out of me. I couldn’t help but feel like a satisfied used whore.

My load soaked my fuzzy chest, firm pecs, all the way up to my well trimmed beard. I was surprised at the amount since this was my third load of the day, all produced while watching a video of the ripped 19 year old stud who was renting one of the smaller apartments in my building. On my computer screen, the webcam recording showed him going from fully clothed, to naked and hard, to shooting his hot teen spunk onto a pair of black lace panties(left on his bedroom floor by one of the sorority sisters who shared the 3 bedroom apartment above his). Every time I watched it, I always ended up cumming when he reclined on his bed and described fucking her in the stairwell only 5 yards from his landlord's (aka my) door. As the vid rolled on to his massive explosion, I began to get hard again but had to put it away before I rubbed myself raw. How did I find myself stroking to my hot, young buck-of-a-tenant? With a little luck, some careful planning and a bold goal. This was only stage one of my plan to transform Derek from a normal, innocent young ladies man into my personal plaything. It all began when he walked into my rental office and asked if I'd had a chance to look at his application for the smallest unit, hidden near the back of the building in the basement. Normally I do not rent to college guys, due in part to their irresponsible tendencies, and in part to my perpetual hardon whenever I am near one. Derek could see my reluctance before I spoke, and cut me off with a well thought out list of reasons why I'd be lucky to have him living there. After the usuals, like tidy habits, quiet hobbies, etc., he added that he was working two jobs to pay for school since losing his athletic scholarship due to a blown out knee. His warm smile, round cheeks, deep blue eyes and dusty blond hair made me want to say yes, but his tight tee shirt and shorts led me to say no. Still he persisted, practically begging, since his dorm was too loud to study and all the other apartments within walking distance of his jobs and the school were either too expensive or taken. I apologized and waved for him to leave, knocking down a stack of flyers accidentally. He bent to help me recover them, causing his sagging briefs to reveal his firm bvd covered buns. When he stood up, his shirt rode up, giving me a tantalizing view of the most chiseled abs I'd ever seen in real life. He moved in two days later, and soon his fan club included all of the ladies in the building as well. After he was let go from one of his jobs, I decided to take advantage of the situation, hiring him on as afternoon help in the office. Now that we were spending a few hours a day together, I discovered just how naïve Derek truly was. Everyday some girl would find an excuse to come interrupt us in order to check out Derek, but he would just blush and get shy. One of the smutty sorority girls from the third floor even came by in her bikini (on her way to the pool lol) and the only thing that proved he was alive was the obvious outline of hard teen meat in his pants. "damn those are nice tits." I said once she left. Derek was caught off guard but agreed whole-heartedly. "fuck yeah man, and what a sweet ass." he added while trying to discreetly readjust his hefty hard on. "wish she'd invite me out for a swim." "if you asked," I laughed at his innocence. "She'd let you tittyfuck her in the middle of times square." This began our free discussion of sex, which proved, as I thought, that Derek's experience was limited to some sloppy head from drunk party girls, and 4 sessions of missionary with a girl from his high school. Since he was too shy to approach girls outright, I suggested he try meeting them online. At first he seemed hesitant, until I told him about sites where girls with webcams would strip and masturbate if he found the right one. The next day was spent with him regaling me with tales of smutty bimbos creaming on cam, and his desperation upon discovering they'd do more if he had a cam too. Begin phase one: I offered to let him use the office computer after closing time as long as he was careful not to be seen. Meanwhile I downloaded security software so each of his sessions was saved for my pleasure. After a few weeks of scenes where he'd only whip it out at the end and usually cum off camera, I became proactive. The thing I should have mentioned before is my real profession: drugs. I make a tidy living selling to the local campus and surrounding area, with a select few of my employees living in the apartments, right next door to unsuspecting students and model citizens. One such employee was the same girl that gave Derek a fashion show in her string bikini, and she owed me big. A few months earlier she'd given in to temptation and spent 3 days with her ass in the air at a local frat house, getting gang banged and smoking almost 300 dollars in Tina, which she still owed me. She had no problem with my plan to work it off by seducing Derek and convincing him to perform a stroke show for her while she was "out of town." All it took was getting her to catch him at the computer one night and she had him. Friday night I could hear them fucking on every surface of his apartment, and from the sounds of it, he was talented. The following morning he was at my door by 7, recounting every glorious moment. "I could pound her cunt forever Mr. E," he praised. "it sucks that she is going to visit her family this weekend, but she wants to video chat tomorrow night. I want to make her squirt on the keyboard." "Then you better get some moves Derek," I said, leading him onto phase two. "Why don't you watch some dudes who jack off on cam for money, see what they do that works best, then copy it for her?" The result of his research was the video I can't stop watching, with another session the next morning. As expected, Derek became obsessed with getting her on his cock, which was difficult to fit in with his classes, afternoons in my office, evenings bussing tables at the old Chicago's, and the 90 minutes a day in the gym. He skipped a couple work outs to hook up with her, before I told her to only be free during his bussing shifts instead. this leads us to Phase three: deciding between paychecks and pussy. "so what should I do, sir?" he always called me by my last name or sir, which had me hard in no time. "Do I keep giving up shifts for the fuck of a lifetime, or do I tell her I can't do it then?" "first of all, she is just a piece of ass Derek," I educated him in the secret to women. "She seems magical now, but I bet I can find you another slit who is even hotter if she can't be bothered. Second, didn't you say you'd been doing those cam shows every weekend with her? Why not do a live show for a paying audience? Chances are you'd make enough in one night to equal a month at that shitty restaurant." He declined, but left with a look on his face that told me he wasn't as sure about it as he let on. When he went to his 'girlfriend' that evening and told her he needed to work, she informed him that he could either do her when she was free or she would find a new stud. Stunned and a little heartbroken, he went to work, but texted me when he was on his way home that night: Taking u up on offer 2 find new girl, and decided to do the pay show. C u tomorrow. Saturday night he did his first show and made enough that he quit his busboy gig before the clock hit midnight. A week later, he'd done three shows and had enough to splurge on some beer and brats, which I shared in. He'd never had any beer before, except a sip here and there to seem cool at parties, but my influence was having its desired effect, so he'd finished his third when my 'surprise guests' arrived at my door. Lana and Lois were two of my regular clients, buying enough each week to provide their clients with enough crystal for any and all dates they scheduled. As pros go, these two were the least skanky, but they still had the hints of 'will fuck for cash' in their clothes, make-up and long hair. Lana was some sort of Asian/Hispanic mix, with dark red loose curls, and per my instructions, she was wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tight tank top. Lois was creamy white with black straight lochs, and her huge breasts were barely covered by her tight, see through dress. Derek sat in silence while I lead them inside and asked them to join us while I got them their goodies. Phase 4: introduce Derek to drugs as a side dish to hot pussy. As expected, his jaw dropped when I admitted to selling drugs to these "sweet grad students." if Lois hadn't sat in his lap when I brought it all out to measure it, he probably would have run for it, but after some drinks, he was all too eager to let her grind into his lap. Accepting a couple beers, they playfully flirted with us both, suggesting all the wicked things they could imagine happening if they got high with us. By the time I brought out a pipe and asked Derek if he minded if we smoked it, Lois had taken his hand and slid it between her thighs, riding his fingers and whispering how horny Tina made her. "Tina? Who are you talking about?" Derek asked, his eyes drifting to where Lana had joined me on the couch, her hand in my fly getting me hard. "this," she said, loading some crystals into a pipe, lighting it, and exhaling a giant cloud. "is Tina. Wanna try some? It make Dicks throb, pussies drip, and orgasms like you won't believe." "I don't do drugs," Derek said, regurgitating the line he'd been hearing since he could crawl. "isn't it bad for you?" "Yeah, but so am I," Lois moaned as she slid off his fingers and walked over to hand me the pipe. I took a huge hit and shotgunned it back to her before reaching out and tugging on her dress so her tits popped out of it. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth while Lana and Lois hit the pipe, shotgunning back and forth. Derek stood up and walked over to our miniature orgy, pressing his huge bulge against Lois' bubble butt, but still declining the pipe. "Don't pressure him if he doesn't want to, he's just a kid Lois." I said dismissively, taking a huge hit while Lana fished out my hard 8 inch Dick and swallowed it whole. Really, I was fed up with his prudishness, and I winked at Lois who turned around and backed Derek into his seat. "That's okay," Lois said, stripping out of her dress entirely. "Lana and I will just fuck around with your boss. Maybe you can join us next time, but I guess it's just us grown ups tonight baby boy. Lock the door on your way out." Derek sat speechless while the three of us continued getting naked and grabbed the pipe to head for the bedroom. "How... How do I smoke it?" Derek's soft voice stopped us as we were almost out of sight. I smiled before turning back around a walking over to show him in nothing except my dogtags and socks. "go ahead and get him started while Lana and I get ready for you two." Lois said before pulling Lana into the bedroom and shutting the door. They knew I wanted to be alone with Derek when I got him addicted to meth, so I'd always be the first thing on his mind when he smoked it. "Hold this but don't inhale until I tell you," my hard dripping meat pulsed while I lit the torch and cooked the crystals, until a thick white cloud swirled out of the round bowl. "Ok, now suck as hard as you can boy." Derek did as he was told, inhaling until he couldn't anymore, then coughing hard for a minute while I took my turn. We did that back and forth, and in only a minute or two, Derek's whole body came alive and started humming for sex. "Get undressed for those hot bitches. We're wasting the smoke boy," I said, watching Derek peel off his tight tee shirts and slide off his basketball shorts, leaving him in tennis shoes and a pair of white briefs that barely contained his massive rod. "this time, exhale your smoke into my mouth and I'll do it for you too." When he leaned in to shotgun, his briefs grazed my thigh, causing us both to drip precum. When I returned the favor, I got closer so our lips were almost touching, bring our hard cocks together, separated by the thinnest of cottons. His next exhale, I leaned in and our lips rested against the other's, as I felt the pulse of his racing heart pumping through his shaft and head. The last hit before we went in the bedroom, I put my arm around his shoulders, and peeled away his briefs with my free hand, kissing him hard and gripping his penis for a long moment before striding away. When he recovered from shock, he ran after me, and we spent the next six hours trading off using the girls' in every combination imaginable. By the time we shot our loads, Lana was practically blacked out on the floor and Lois was hanging from my neck, sandwiched between us while we double fucked her pussy. I locked eyes with Derek as I covered his Dick in my semen, which freaked him out enough to make him pull out and spray his load on her ass. While Lois and I went to shower, Derek grabbed his clothes and ran off into the night... End of part one. Still to CUM: Derek craves more Tina, needs cash and agrees to fuck a girl on camera in exchange. Instead Derek discovers the last Phase in Mr. E's plan: taking Derek's cherry.

Raw always as first time used a condom and made him fucking my hole so complicated and difficult that my first time getting fucked was horrible and miserable event and completely different from the second time he fucked me cause i told him to forget the condom and fuck me raw 100% most wonderful and fantastic fucking ever and yes when it was time for him to cum i told him yes go ahead and cum in me and it felt wonderful and fantastic too having him cum in me and feel his cum inside me......

Prefer anon and raw. But if I can be blindfolded with MULTIPLE anon raw cocks that's my ideal.

@Dubconforlife - another great story…. Thank you!! hopefully this is just the first chapter?

Early in our relationship, - 8 years so far - my husbear and I were in a BDSM relationship - so group scenes in play spaces were not uncommon. Pain-play in dungeons where I was on display were a favorite of mine. We would also go to bathhouses where he stood by the door and sent in dudes of his choosing to fuck and breed me. He loved watching me take loads. Watching my cumtank filled to overflowing. And was always the last to fuck my cum filled pussy, using their spunk as lube.

This is me, but I just now came from breeding a dude with a huge belly. I like the feeling of climbing on top of him. I like wrapping my arms all around his mass, and using the leverage to fuck him deeper. I like making him even more pregnant, and thinking of all that room for my boys to swim around looking for a home.

Spent about 3 hrs at a popular GH near me. Got two loads. Both huge dicks. 1st said, “You want my babies?” No talk of status or Prep.

raw is law, no fucking condoms ever here, a/p

Always raw, I want to feel the cum inside me.

Morning fucking is my absolute favorite.

A big cock looks fantastic and feels great in your hand. But if the cock is so big that you can't even fit half of it in your mouth, or if it always hurts during sex, it's not the right thing either. So, men with smaller penises are perfectly fine.

When I met my husband I told him up front I was incapable of sexual monogamy. He was happy to hear that and while he plays, he isn't as sexually prolific as I am. He enhanced my sex experiences by turning me from a casual poppers user into a daily huffer and he encourages my constant stretching and use by guys. He has even done camera on some of my porn shoots so he could watch me getting used for hours while he captured it on film. He helps make sure I get at least 4 days of group use a month and encourages me to get use any time I can. I have come home from work before and he's had a guy waiting to fist and breed me. At the last 2 Pig Weeks (10 days of sex parties) I got a new bottle of poppers each morning and he was taking me to private parties for use on top of the daily event party. After I woke up each morning of the event, I would take the diaper off, examine my gape, open my new bottle of poppers, lube up, huff up and sit down on my stallion dildo. When i wasn't being used by guys I was expected to be resting or popperbating to keep my body at maximum hunger. I love that I am encouraged and enabled to stay used like I do. He is a such a great guy.

Makes perfect sense. Most guys, myself included, lose the mode once they're done. I've shared this previously but I fucking LOVE using a guy after he's finished, precisely because he isn't in the mood anymore. It's so hot using a guy while he endures it. Most of my sex is more traditional, sharing pleasure, trying to cum roughly at the same time, etc. I found this kind of accidentally when a partner asked me to "rape" him. I found out later that this was more than he had in mind but he took it like a champ, even though he always had a chance to stop. I rarely do it this way because most guys who say they're submissive mean they want to submit only until they cum, then they want to GTFO. But when the opportunity presents itself, it's so hot.

Gay jail for this man immediately! No man shall finger badly, injure the hole, AND waste a lot of lube at the same time. 3 strikes and no more porn theater ever for this guy!!! 🤬

Ok that makes a ton of sense, it's not worth the departments time to show up for that stuff. Looks like you paid upfront though for your troubles in Chicago

I cheated, I think my last bf knew but didn’t care.

What an excellent question topic! I am firmly in the uncaring camp. Being used like fuckmeat for only the Fuckers pleasure is wildly satisfying. No chit chat. No checking in. Just totally impersonal use and disposal. Fucking with an absolute lack of interest in my experience/enjoyment. Then watching as he walks away without so much as a thank you. It’s what I was born for.

I've had my cock sucked many times at Nowhere bar on e14st between 1-2 ave. Nice little backroom especially when the curtain is down. Once a month they have the stinky pit party where most guys are either shirtless or in a jockstrap. The little lounge becomes an auxiliary backroom on that night. On Wednesday's they have WOW Whip it Out Wednesday where if you show the bartender your cock you get a free drink. If you want another free drink your cock must be hard. I find this a good night to see some dick and attract a ton of attention when I want a free beer. Almost always get a BJ or more on that night. The bartender is very helpful in encouraging this and hasn't kicked anyone out for fooling around. It helps to develop a little repor with the bartender, he'll throw you free drinks for being slutty.

I've never not been fucked bareback. The first time was with a family member who was 22 at the time (1993). It happened after a night of too much merlot, silliness, online porn, dares, and nudity. I happened to lay back naked on a couch and spread my legs wide open in the air. Not really expecting anything to happen. He, naked, climbed on top without a word and the next thing I know he is balls deep in my ass breeding me like an animal. We did things that night that neither one of us would have ever expected to ever happen. But it did, and we've been going at it ever since. He's always the alpha top, and I'm always his bottom smack-around bitch. We even happen to catch the first time on a cheap computer camera. We figured out recently that over the years he has shot well over 30 gallons of cum in and on me.

authors note: As large as the world is, it is astounding how connected we are. Sometimes, it is like finding out you just fucked your dad through a backroom glory hole. I am stunned at some of the reach arounds of people I have met here and amazed at the connections. I value your input, I treasure your input, rest assured, I have a tally sheet so if a suggestion you have made winds up in the thread or another thread, I will list the tally in the credits. For those who have encouraged me with your enthusiasm, I thank you now, and will repeatedly thank you. and now, back to Sticky Situation (continued)... Curveballs 7/30/25 Richard? Richard? You OK? I became aware of a voice. I replied just 5 more minutes. Richard! In my state I could not snap awake, but I became more aware. The voice again and my head was pounding – Richard, you with us? Calling Richard…. I responded “What”? As I opened my eyes and tried to take inventory of my body. In the sling next to mine Ralph said “I started getting concerned when you stopped moaning about fire in the hole and went silent”. My mind was still staggering on starting my body inventory when I realized my hole was stinging with a sensation that hinted too much abuse and chems. Then I groaned as I realized a background feeling was an ache starting with my Cock and reflected in every back and leg muscle. There was a definite warm burn in my ass and while I was obviously still high, it was not the sting a shard would make. It was definitely full, my ass and gut felt bloated and ready to burst like a water balloon. With painful repercussions I readjusted my legs in their stirrup straps and felt the pins and needles of returning circulation. With protesting neck and shoulder muscles I was able to adjust my head and look at the mirror suspended over my sling. From the tubing, it looked like I had been receiving Ralph’s piss as an anal infusion via the hollow Butt plug I now realized was stoppering up my guts. I tried to push the load of whatever and the plug out but felt weak. Ralph continued “Burt thought it funny since we were Butt Brothers and all that we be piss brothers as well”. My foggy mind realized that explained the burn. I was getting the same chempiss enema treatment that Ralph had been getting from me, while my enema was Ralphs heavy chemload as his body processed out the crystal. As I groped for something to say, Ralph went on. Since we’re butt buddies now, can I move back in? Being a roommate with benefits has some advantages you know. Artie said I am a star cocksucker. OK I murmured afraid to shake my head yes. My eyes worked around to what should have been number 1 on my inventory and I saw my cock, shriveled up, exhausted and pooled around the head… I screamed! Seeing a pool of sperm on your belly was what I had for years considered as ‘normal’. Seeing blood like from a nosebleed around where your shriveled cock lay dying would upset any male in any situation. Ralph said “Oh you saw the blood”? Initially they were going to take you to the ER but it stopped soon enough after the catheter was removed. They slid it into me for your chempiss douche so we are truly blood brothers and butt brothers by injection so to speak. A clatter of boots on the stairs pre-announced Burt along with Adam’s arrival as they came downstairs. Good Morning Sunshine! Are you going to let us remove your ass from the sling now? You were a wildcat earlier when we started to pull you out and put you to bed. Every muscle in your body is going to make you regret that later today. As Adam slid another tub under me and gently tugged on my buttplug giving it a little twist now and then, I could feel my asshole reluctantly give up its prize. My guts emptied through the gaping opening and Adam was singing a song snippet about Yellow Snow. I no longer felt like I was about to burst, but I was too sore and weak to put on my jock so Adam led me to a bondage table, and started dressing me like I was his little brother, Jock, Shorts, Running Shoes, Put your phone in the pocket. Meanwhile Burt had released Ralph from his Catheter plumbing and Bondage and helped him regain a wobbly balance. Burt said, I know you both are likely queasy, but breakfast is on upstairs and you have to eat before I’ll let you leave. Adam will drive you both to the dorms. You can barely keep your eyes open so better safe than sorry. Richard, you need to go by the Doc’s after practice, Jeff is working late tonight, call him when you are on your way. Adam? Yes? I told him Ralph was moving back in to my dorm room. Adam made a noncommittal sound and the rest of the drive was in silence. Adam parked us at the dorm complex and used his phone to ping for an Uber. Ralph and I looked at each other, did a brief hug and trudged to our respective rooms for a shower and fresh clothes. Clean and refreshed on the outside but still a tired nasty dirty boy on the inside, I went into my little stash and popped an upper so I could make it through the day. 10:00 AM Speech Class was a necessary core within both BA and BS track cores. As the class droned on, the breakfast and the upper had me feeling better about the day, all while writing mental notes to myself to never again party so hard on a Thursday Night. I would normally just do a smoothie for lunch but this time I needed more even though I knew it would make me lethargic. I did not want to be inattentive or lethargic at Practice but had to have something to fuel the rest of the day. Coach Jones was the head coach for the Baseball Team along with a team sandwich of staff and scholarship slaves like myself. When we had done some start of the year evaluations he had said My batting skills were good but needed improvement, he liked my game situational awareness and moved me from my High school spot in Right Field to Center. Season starts were weeks away, but our practices had gone from maintain & sustain drills to a higher gear. All the teams were from the top half of the HS sports population and overall very fit so there was no tearing down and building up at this phase of the school year, but working on strength, speed, and skills were the primary focus in this part of the pre-season timeline. We were starting to operate as a team who was familiar with each other’s abilities, and therefore when a fly ball just passed my head and I would not even had to move my stance to make the catch you could hear some groans from my other teammates that I had let down. Yes, it was just an early interim practice, but my body seemed to not make up its mind between draining the blood from my face or turning me rose red. How I remained upright with a staggering realization of my fuckup at lease saved me a trip to the clinic where my partying would be revealed, but Coach Jones called an end to the practice and said where everyone could hear – “Richard, my office please”. In Coach Jones’ office he told me to sit and he offered me a bottled water which I chugged. “Richard, I do not normally give warnings. Guidance is another matter. How are you adjusting to school”? I stammered a reply of a combination of Easy and Hard. Coach went on to say, “I am not just your Team Coach, but I am faculty. If you are experiencing problems, please feel free to come to me. There are a lot of resources I can refer you to and knowledge I can tap. You are not the first distracted player I have Coached and I expect you will not be the last. Promise me you will come to me if things get confusing. I nodded and mumbled yes coach. Richard? One more thing, if it came to my official attention, you were high on my field or in my dugout, you would quickly find yourself off my Field. That’s All”. I left the coaching offices feeling a little numb. Curly from the sex woods by the Athletic Fields who I had since learned was actually named Nathan was there with his friend Ted. I had noticed them at some previous practices and here they were standing in the forecourt so we exchanged 'heys'. As was the theme with these two, they often opened up with a love the way your ass moves as you dash in for a scoop and throw, or loved the way you rode our ponies referring to the DP in the brush. My slutty ass was attracted, but nearly being caught last time always made me noncommittal. Fortunately, I was saved by the bell as my phone rang. The display showed it was from Dr. Fardshisheh’s office. It was Jeff Bruckner. Richard? When can I expect to see you this evening? You are coming right? I told him yes, just hitting the showers. He said skip the showers, you can do that later. I told Curly and Ted I had to dash. I was too tired and sore to Bicycle over so I Ubered over and found the doors locked. I rang the bell and Jeff appeared ushering me in. Strip, this may take a while. Once you are in your birthday suit, please give me a urine sample in this and handed me a lab cup. Once that was done, he put on a tourniquet, swapped my arm vein with alcohol and told me to make a fist and he stuck me for a blood draw. When he was done, he put on a gauze pad and a medical tape wrap. He said open your mouth and say ahhhh! He looked in with a light and said now we are doing it again with a swab. Just pretend it is my cock which you always manage to gobble without gaging. OK he said after putting the swab in a tube. Lets go deeper. Get on the table, feet in the stirrups please his ungloved hand manipulated my cock with a few winces from me. He jellied up my penis and lower abdomen. Here we go, there was the whooshing echo sound from the ultra sound and as he scoped along my penis, then he switched over to my lower abdomen and continued pressing in spots. Then he took a small shield and put it over my balls. He pulled an X-Ray emitter head down and angled it at a precise angle as if he could see my insides without the use of medical devices. I suppose kids are not a concern, eh? However cancer in the sack is a bitch therefore the shield, and this is very low dose. Jeff went out of the room after saying don’t move and I heard the beep. Jeff came back in and looked at the image. A Radiologist will review this, but kidney stones would show up like a Christmas Tree so there is that good news. Certain diets and some meds including HIV meds can metabolize into metallic salts and produce Kidney Stones. They can be problematic if they are simply just chillin, they can be excruciating if one breaks up and you pass it down your urethra, and in extreme cases we have to go up the tube of your cock, grab them, crunch them and drag the shards out. Some of my friends love the pain Jeff continued, but most people I know do not consider it an experience they want on their bucket list. OK, here goes, and I felt a mini dicklet probe broaching the anus of my cockhead and continuing up snaking its way up a one way alley in the wrong direction. I was straining to look but the screen was edge on. Jeff said Trust me, its best if you don’t see this right now. After a moment he said good and staked the scope back out of my plumbing. OK, time to pay for my services, without any warning he stuck his gelled up cock in my ass and I heard the woosh of the machine. After a series of thrusts, I felt his dick growing larger, his thrusts more ragged. OK, clench for the camera and as I clenched I ejaculated - my initial volley rocketed out of my aching hard shaft landing in my left eye and nostril. That’s it! Smile for the Camera and he unloaded up my ass. As I came down from my orgasm, I noted he had turned the Ultrasound Screen towards me which showed his clock rubbing past my prostate in the instant before his ejaculation. Jeff said, I love Selfies. ...not the end....

I think one of my favorite memories of was when dad was out at one of his office meeting and he would come home and slide into my bed while I was sleeping. I would feel his big strong arm wrap around me and I would feel so safe and secure as I felt his hard cock slide between my legs and start humping me. I wriggled a bit once and he held me a bit tighter telling me I could do what I want just let me finish and he would blow his load between my legs before rolling onto his back. I would crawl on top of him and hump a load onto to his cock before sliding down and lick both our loads off his cock before crawling back up and falling asleep in his arms.

I met my boyfriend at a group hotel party and we have been together ever since. It was a random, chance encounter. After meeting, we spent every weekend together and had sometimes two or three groups come over in a single day. He had a three bed room home at the time, with a pool, and a computer room where we could do things on web cam. There was never any jealousy because we were always under the same roof, we knew what the other was doing. I have no regrets, and I am still with him today. I am a firm believer that "the couple that plays together, stays together". We have hooked up with individual guys on a one on one basis as some guys find couples or group a "turn off" and I respect their feelings on that. But we decided at the beginning that we were not going to miss out on a hot sexual encounter because one of us was not deemed attractive enough by a potential trick, or he didn't do couples or groups. It doesn't work for everyone, but in this case we argue more over what to watch on Netflix than who we are going to have over for a three way.

Met a guy a few weeks ago. Hot, hung, great stamina, good vibes. He fucked my brains out, but we played safe at his request. The condom broke at some point and he pulled out and came all over my face. Couldn't walk straight for a few days. So when I had a chance to meet again I leapt on it. This time though...this time no condom ever came up, no discussion, he slide in bare. Like he knew I wanted him raw all along (I did). Railed me for an hour in doggy, missionary, on my side. Gave me have a shaking, blushing, moaning orgasm with my legs on his shoulders and then pounded his load deep inside me without a word. Felt it running out of me as we laid there kissing. I couldn't stop myself from begging for another. He gave it to me, of course.

My first husband and I eventually opened our relationship. After only a few threesomes, it became clear to us what fantasy had motivated him to open things even though he had been the one to insist on monogamy: he really got off on watching other men fuck and breed me. This was more of a stag fetish than cuck; he wanted to fuck my sloppy hole after they were done. He always insisted that they not have a bigger cock than him, but he was 8" by 6" which meant it usually wasn't an issue. The only time he would ever get jealous was when we played with a guy more hung than him. This eventually led to us going to the bathhouse and sex parties together. On a couple of occasions, he put me in the sling at the bathhouse and was actively recruiting guys to breed me. We also played separately in these places. He would check in from time to time to see how many loads I had collected and enjoy a few strokes in my sloppy hole. Although I eventually did go on PrEP, a lot of this took place before that. He was really into watching me take loads. He passes away suddenly 6 years ago, but I did enjoy our adventurous sex life.

I woke up Thursday morning too tired and too comfortable to get out of bed in time to make it to the office on time, so I made the decision to just work from home. One advantage of doing so is that I have my home computer next to my work one, so I can surf porn and check sites like Sniffies during the day. I also keep my phone next to me on the desk, and it’s usually open to Grindr. From time to time, I get contacted by guys who are either too far away for me to meet them during the work day or, most commonly, can’t host. Having the app sitting open has, therefore, become more of a habit as opposed to an expectation that I might get lucky. That changed the other morning, when I was contacted by a blank profile. Normally I avoid those, but this one was less than a mile away, so I responded just to see what might happen. Wow, am I glad I did! To avoid wasting my time, I always ask up front if someone can host. My profile says I don’t, but no one reads those so I get the question all the time. I’ve learned to head it off. “Yes I can host,” came the reply. I became more intrigued. We exchanged pics, and his showed a thick, cut black cock that instantly had me drooling. “You’re cool with raw?” I asked, just to make sure. Again, my profile says ‘raw is law’, but – you know. “Yes I love raw,” he responded. Two for two! It turned out that he had a room to himself at a hotel around the corner from my place. We agreed that he would leave the lights off and the door ajar so I could walk in, get him hard, and take his load all in the dark. Completely anonymous, just the way I like it! I looked at the time – still an hour before the boss logged on – grabbed my lube, and headed for the door. A quick message when I parked to let him know I was on my way up, and in a few minutes I was pushing the room door open. I could barely make out his outline, lying on the bed on his back. I threw the lube on the bed beside him and quickly peeled off my clothes, then went to work. I took his dick down the back of my throat, gagging and spitting and getting it all slick. He moaned softly as I worked it, and what I thought was a big dick got even bigger as it stiffened. He gave a light push on my shoulders and I stood up. He got up as I slathered my hole and his dick with lube, then climbed ass-up on the bed. He worked his dick in slowly, opening me up and enjoying my tightness. Before long, he was balls deep. That’s when he grabbed my hips and started pounding. He fucked me for a good long time before finally asking, “You want this nut?” “Give it to me!” I grunted through gritted teeth. He plowed up to the hilt and I squeezed my hole to feel his dick pulse and twitch as he pumped his load deep into my guts. I pulled on my clothes without another word, thanked him and left. I could feel his cum dripping out of me as I drove home. When I got home, I hopped back on Grindr again. “That was hot,” I wrote. “If you’re staying again tonight, let me know and we can do it again tomorrow.” He replied with the evil grin emoji. Something tells me he’ll be rearranging my guts again soon.

The video had been running for close to 10 minutes, yet I could not sustain a boner. Hayden was getting his ass eaten by the 2nd guy. Even with Terry’s hand rubbing the side of my arms, my crotch was soft like a bag of sand. I’m told that this was expected, especially if I wasn’t used to the substance I had smoked which I discovered is called T for Tina. Personally, I’d refer to it as Terry instead. I was envious of Hayden’s body. His figure was that of a fraternity boy I would’ve stared during lectures with lust and thirst. There were some frat boys back then who I would hook up with, regardless if they were top or bottom. As I watched Hayden’s hole squirting out the cum of the 4th or 5th guy who had plowed him, my mind raced to the previous times I had a jockish frat boy like him under me. Back in college, I had been texting the president of one of the fraternities that was known to throw parties but not too excessive given that a quarter of their members were on football scholarships. He had a body which proved his linebacker status on the field. The president and I had been meeting discreetly with either one of us blowing each other, nothing more. One day, he asked if he could fuck my hole. It was one of those post semester parties and we were already drunk. I told him only if I could do it too. He didn’t hesitate too long. There was no need for him to even ask in the first place since I didn’t notice he came when he was inside me. His girth barely went deep. My cock was bigger than his. When it was my turn, I gave him a rimjob that caused him to moan in a higher pitch than his regular voice. With only my spit, I fingered him with a twist and turn, going in deeper than his cock had been in me. After I pushed the tip of my cock into his hole, he started to screech and I had to cover his mouth, telling him to be quiet or else the whole house is going to see the star athlete getting rammed by a god damn independent. It was obvious that he was taking a cock up his ass for the first time. It took ages for his hole to take my entire 6 inch but when I started to thrust, he learnt to accommodate. It was one of the tightest holes I’ve had. My cock popped out a few times while I fucked him mercilessly. The same moans echoed in a rhythm, begging me to keep going. I came after 10 minutes, filling him up without a drop. The president came back for more after that night. He had fucked me once whereas I never kept score. A reliable booty call despite his schedule. I rarely went to his games. It wasn’t out of spite or wishing that we could’ve had something, more so that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself still or hide my boner when I see him running on the field with the outline of his jockstrap framing his ass. The last game I went, I told him to not change after the match. He showed up at my place later that night and left with 3 of my loads in his hole. He had come hands free when I asked him what his girlfriend would say if she knew that he likes to take cocks up the ass. The contractions from his hole onto my cock led me to drop the final load in him. We never kept contact after graduating, but I’ll never forget that ass of his. I refocused back on the screen to see Hayden taking up another cock on his back. I stand corrected, his body was leagues ahead of that frat president. He was quieter, panting with more purpose when the guy over him started to pile drive. Terry was already ahead of me before I could utter my thoughts. “Hayden here was the captain of the lacrosse team at this liberal arts college a couple of towns over. Was in a little frat too. Everyone called him captain there. With us he’s just our bitch boy.” I see it as a rule of thumb, though oftentimes, the ones who lead the pack, whether it’s a sports team or a fraternity or any of that alpha-related manosphere, are most likely the ones that do so as a need to compensate for their repressed desire. The desire of wanting a cock up their ass is a struggle they constantly face and forced to contain. Most would spend their 20s fantasizing, secretly looking up gay porn to wank with guilt after coming. They belittle weaker ones within their cohort to assert supremacy while masking insecurity but the moment a cock enters their hole, there’s no turning back. The longer these guys contain, the more feral they would become. Terry agreed with me, concluding that there’s not much difference between Hayden and that Frat President in a sense. He then asked me if I was enjoying the night so far. It was almost 1 AM. I said yes, even if I couldn’t jerk my cock off. Terry laughs, advising me to take it easy. I gulped, staring at Terry. I was ready to call out his bluff but his expression didn’t change. He opens his robe slowly to expose his body in its bare and natural form. It was leaner with more tattoos than I remembered. I could trace his thick veins exposing throughout his limbs and his thick 8 inch cock carried a pierced stud. Never in my life did I expect to find myself in this situation. He held my head again, turning it to have my lips meet his. I pushed my tongue into his and his into mine. A long embrace where he would pinch my nipples and caress my back. He stopped to sit up on the head of the couch, spreading his legs open. “You want a taste?” It was hard and veiny like the rest of his body. Thicker than mine with a slight curve. Surprisingly, I swallowed without struggling, unfazed by the piercing passing through my throat. I choked a few times forcing me to drool. My eyes stung and I looked up to see Terry who kept saying good job kiddo. He finally pulled his cock out of me and said that tonight was a teaser. Tomorrow is the full show. He left immediately after. It was close to 3. “I’m going to bed. You can watch and learn or practice in your room.” I didn’t linger on the sofa long enough to see what was coming next. Terry had switched off the lights, leaving the screen as the only glow in the room. The video of Hayden was coming to an end with Terry applauding. He declared 12 loads with not a single stain on the sheets. He pushed a finger into Hayden’s hole, claiming how warm the cum was before he let Hayden lap it up like it would quench his thirst. I made my way to my room to try and get some rest but it was impossible. I tried to read some books and go through the magazines but it was futile. What did Terry mean by practicing in my room? I looked under the bed, opened the cabinet, checked the containers on the shelves before it hit me. The wardrobe. I flung both doors open. There was a drawer below. In it were toys and lube of different kinds. I tried one, then two and the next thing I knew I was on the 5th which I couldn’t take. I hadn’t been stretched in a while. By then I also realized that I heard noises coming from outside. It was 7 AM. I kept going, hoping to fit in the sixth. I was on the bed, pushing and pulling it out, practicing my hole to grip and suck it in. Eventually I got hard after, jerking my cock with my right hand while my left was sliding the dildo. It didn’t take long. The climax was intense. I’m not one to moan but my legs were shaking when my cum shot up to my chest, some even going as far to my neck. I let out a huge exhale after with a few beads of sweat falling from my forehead. Finally, I was tired and read to doze off. I adjusted the pillow, turning my head to the other side of room and saw that the door was ajar again.

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

11. More of Everything Once spent, Tiago slowly pulled out of James. "Can't have you losing any of my sperm," he said, right before his cockhead slipped out with a faint pop. He turned to Tim. "Think we need another round of G," he said. "I do too. Especially our boy here. What did we do last time?" "1.4" "1.6," Tim countered. "I like your thinking," Tiago said, as he lifted himself out of the bed. "Be good," he said. "Or take pictures." "Of course we will," Tim said, before giving James a long kiss. By the time they broke it off, Tiago had stepped out to the kitchen, carrying the three dirty glasses from their dose of G. "It's just us," he said. "Boy," he finished, before giving James another kiss. "Daddy, I know." "You're a very fun boy," Tim said, kissing James again. As they made out, Tim got James on his back. Immediately, Tim had his cock pressed up against James's asshole. "It was so hot watching you get fucked." "Yeah Daddy?" James said. Tim ran his hand over James's thick chest hair. "Such a hot boy. I kinda want you all to myself." "I want to make you happy," James said. He didn't want to admit how hot Tim was. Or how much he wanted Tim's cock inside him. "You feel so good Daddy." "You want me back inside you?" James nodded in agreement with Tim. "Good." Tim fumbled, and produced the small brown bottle. "Let's do this together boy," he said, and took a long sniff from the bottle, before holding it under James's nose as well. The poppers hit him fast, even before James had finished his second hit. He fumbled briefly with the cap, but then put it down, and focused his attention on fucking. His dick went into James in a single, intense stroke. James gasped. "Fuck Daddy," he grunted. "Ok?" Tim asked. He was being sweet and kind, and it made James feel cared for. He wanted to make Tim feel this good. "Yeah. It's amazing Daddy." "I know. My boy's hole is awesome." He leaned in and kissed James. Their tongues played as Tim's dick explored the familiar depths of James's asshole. "So fucking sexy," Tim said. "I want you, Daddy" James managed to say. The two were silent for a moment, just the music in the background. "That's good," Tim finally said. "Really good." He paused. "Tiago is probably gonna want some of that money." "What?" James said. It took him even a moment to remember that guys had given him money to fuck his hole. "Yeah. He'll probably want a lot of it, boy" "Uh, Daddy" James started. But Tim leaned in and kissed him. Tim took the opportunity to force his cock deeper into the young man. "So much cum up there, my boy" Tim said. "Feels so good. Like a boy should feel." He pushed his dick back in, feeling the accumulated spooge slide around his cockhead. "Don't worry about him," Tim continued. "I'll make sure my boy gets his fair share." "Thank you Daddy," James said. He was glad he didn't have to worry about it. He didn't want to upset Tim or Tiago. His head was spinning again, and all he could process was how good he felt. Tim had his arms wrapped around him, holding him tight and safe. His thick cock was deep in James's ass, and kept him aroused and horny. "Feels good." "Yeah," Tim whispered into his ear. "It feels really good. Boy's hole. Daddy's cock. Making out." He stopped, and kissed the boy. It was long and slow, and James let himself imagine they were boyfriends. "That's hot," a voice from the doorway said. "Two men, making love," Tiago continued. "I've got just what we need." Tim and James stopped kissing, and looked towards Tiago. He had three glasses, barely half-full with orange juice. "Just gets better," Tim said. "Fucking you, and now Tiago brings the G." Tiago handed Tim one of the glasses, and put the other one down on the bed table. "To limits." "And breaking them," Tim replies. The two men clinked glasses, and downed the GHB in a single gulp. "Ugh," he said, and kissed James, sharing the chemical taste with the young man. "There's plenty for him," Tiago said. He swapped out glasses, and kneeled next to James's head. "Gonna give you a g-spout. Just keep on swallowing, ok?" "You're gonna love this," Tim said. "Be a good boy, and Just keep swallowing." Tiago guided his dickhead into Jame's mouth. "Keep you mouth open, ok?" James ran his tongue over the soft foreskin, exploring the hard shaft underneath it. He realized that Tiago was pouring the orange juice onto his dick, and it was dripping down into his mouth. James gulped, remembering his instructions. The orange juice tasted horrible, but he didn't care. He had two cocks in him, and it was all he could think about. He kept on swallowing. The juice was getting warmer and saltier, but the bitterness was always there. Tiago and Tim were making out. "He drinking it?" Tim asked. "Yeah," Tiago said. He focused on James. "Close your mouth now. But keep swallowing." James closed his mouth. The glass of orange juice had disappeared, but his mouth kept filling with the warm, bitter liquid. Tim was still pounding his hole, watching him as his lips wrapped around Tiago's cock. "You're drinking his piss now, boy," Tim said. He was drinking piss. James just kept on swallowing, not sure what else to do. It had seemed so dirty, so [banned word], but now it felt almost natural. It was right to be letting this man piss in his mouth, and he craved more. It took several more gulps before the stream finally died down. "You like my chempiss, boy?" Tiago asked. Tim was flying. He had just drank another man's piss, and he had even enjoyed it. He wondered what else he might do. Tiago started to slowly fuck his face, pushing his cock in deep. Only when James thought he was going to gag did Tiago pull back. Tim continued to fuck him just as hard. Finally, Tiago spoke. "How do you normally divide up the cash?" "He get fifty from both guys?" Tim replied. "Yeah," Tiago said. "Profitable little slut." He leaned into James. "You always been a whore?" "Whore? What?" James muttered. "No. I'm not a whore," he said, but wasn't an emphatic denial. He knew that his ass had been sold to several men. "Well. There's stack of cash over there that says otherwise," Tiago countered. "They paid you well boy," Tim said. "How do you want to split it?" Tiago asks. "I usually take half." James knew this was coming. He didn't know what a fair share was, and didn't even understands why they would split it. He was the one that got fucked. He opened his mouth, but Tim immediately kissed him. He whispered to James, "Let me take care of you, boy" he said. "Make you feel good." James nodded, and kissed Tim back. He felt a new wave of crystal wash over him. "Please Daddy." Tim turned back to Tiago. "Yeah. Me too. Half." "We should leave a bit for the boy?" James heard the inflection that made it question, not even a done deal. He hoped that Tim would get him a proper share. It still felt weird that two men were dividing up his cash. He had been the one that had gotten fucked by the strangers; Tim and Tiago had just watched. "Yeah. We should," Tim said. "The boy did a good job. Didn't you?" He rubbed James's furry stomach. The boy was almost thin enough that he expected to feel his cock. "Maybe thirty?" "So 35 for us?" Tiago asked. He pushed his cock in, pressing the dickhead against the back of James's throat. The boy struggled not to gag. "Maybe forty?" he asked, holding on to James's head to keep him from pulling off. "That's good. Isn't it, boy?" Tim was smiling at James, nodding his head. James felt like this wasn't great for him. He had let total strangers bareback him and had taken their loads. Yet, he was getting only ten dollars per man. Tiago released his grip, and James gasped for air. "But I got fucked?" he finally said. "But Tim hosted. And I brought favors." Tiago said. "But," James started. Tim put his finger on James's lips, quieting him for a moment. "No one likes a greedy boy," Tim said. "Not hot. Not at all, boy." "Boner killer," Tiago said, nodding in agreement. Tim held his cock in place, as Tiago kept his dick just out of reach of James's tongue. "Oh fuck," James grunted. He hadn't realized how good it had felt. Or how badly he wanted them to keep it up. He didn't need the money, and it was stupid to mess up things with Tim over something that small. At least not yet, and everything had felt so good. "Daddy. Please. Just fuck me. Please." The two men laughed when he said it, but Tim started to fuck him. "I knew you were a smart boy," he said, and kissed him again. James felt a warm vibration race over his body. Tim wrapped an arm around him, and held him close. He was safe. He could do anything that he wanted. "You know," Tiago said. "I know how you can get more money." James knew that it would be a bad idea, but nevertheless, he wanted to hear what Tiago had in mind. He could do anything that he wanted with these men, and it would be ok. "You thinking what I am thinking?" Tim asked before James could even answer. "What," James managed to ask. It was still hard to follow the conversation; every time one of the men would say something, his mind would spin off in some random direction of images. They were almost all sexual, and it only made James hungrier. "Let's just find another guy," Tiago said. He already had his phone out, and was tapping furiously. "You'll like that, won't you boy?" Tim said. James clenched his ass around Tim's cock. It was a reassuring presence; it was both a familiar and wonderful feeling that helping keep James's anxieties at bay. James nodded. Tim leaned in, nibbled on his ear, then whispered in his ear. "I love seeing my boy get fucked. It's a huge turn-on for me." "Please Daddy," James said, although his mouth was still full of Tiago's cock. It came out unintelligible, but Tim understood the tone. "Here's a guy," Tiago said, showing a picture of an older, muscular man. He was wearing a pair of shorts, but in the picture, a thick cock was straining against the fabric. "He'd open you up," Tiago said. James just nodded. He could only pay attention to a few things, and the two cocks sliding in and out of his body were high on his list. "Yeah," he managed to say. "Ohh," Tiago said; the disappointment clear in his voice. "He says he spent his cash on party favors. He's only got twenty left." Tim squeezed him. "It's just for fun, you know," Tim said. "My boy would give it away, wouldn't he." "If it makes you hard," James finally managed to say. "James will do it for ten," Tim told Tiago. "Won't you boy?" "Please," James said. He knew he was being very slutty, but it all felt so good. Besides, it was just a bunch of hot guys, just having a lot of naked fun. On Monday, he could just shake it off. "He'll be here in ten," Tiago said. He showed another picture. This was just a thick, hard cock. It might have been one of the biggest cocks that James had ever seen. "Gonna wreck your cheap-ass cunt," the man had messaged for James. "You want that in you, boy?" Tim whispered in James's ear. "Yeah," James said. He couldn't look away from it; the sheer size had him entranced, wondering how much it even weighed. "You going to let him fuck you raw?" Tim continued. "Please, yeah, Daddy," James grunted. Everything was hitting him, and all he could think about was cum. "You gonna let him cum in you?" Tim whispered in James's ear. His cock was rock-hard and pounding his hole. He recognized the new cadence; Tim was getting ready to cum. "Yeah, Daddy. Please cum in me." Tiago had stepped back, and was just watching the two fuck. "Damn this is hot," he said, stroking his cock. He was rock hard; as soon as Tim pulled out, he was ready to take over. "I'm going to cum in you," Tim grunted. "Fill you up." "Give it to me Daddy," James moaned. Tiago stroked his cock harder. He loved how desperate the boy was, the drug-fueled hunger coming out in how he said "Daddy." It was going to be a pleasure to debase the boy. "Oh FUCK," Tim moaned. His cock was throbbing. "I love your hole." "Please, Daddy." "I love cumming in...," Tim started. Then a deep grunt from the depths of his body; James felt the familiar, wonderful warmth fill his guts. "My Boy's HOLE," he grunted, and another thick spurt erupted from his cockhead. He moaned again, and whispered into James's ear. "I love my boy..." James thought he was going to say something more. But he just moaned as his cock spat out several globs of semen. Tim's sperm felt so good inside him. All James could imagine was more. More men. More drugs. More cock. More cum.

9. The Fog of Sex James wiped the sweat off his face. He tried to focus on the clock sitting on the bed table. But, between his drugged-out state and the rough slam-fuck he was getting, he failed. It was late. Tim and Tiago had already both fucked him over, before pausing when Tim's friends Vic and Jason had come over. There had been a brief break. Vic and Jason had brought over some G, and they all made James do some more. He had felt so warm and sexy, he had let both new men cum in him, plus both Tim and Tiago had managed to cum again. After that, there was a bit more smoke and G for all the men. That was the last thing James really remembered. The room had gotten dark, except for the large screen TV, currently showing hard-core bareback porn. Even just twenty-four hours ago, James would have been shocked to find himself like this. But much to his surprise, he was enjoying himself. Whenever he had felt alone or scared, Tim has been there with him. It had made the entire night fun, like he was exploring a new country with his best friend. James was also loving getting fucked. He liked feeling a raw cock inside him. He loved feeling a man cum inside him. He was hungry for seed, and Tim kept on telling him to take more. He felt safe with Tim. He knew who was fucking him, and he wouldn't let anyone hurt him. He loved that the Prep he had taken earlier was also protecting him. It didn't matter that they were barebacking. All he had to do was remember to take one in the morning. There was another man's cock in his ass. It didn't feel like Tim or Tiago's cock, and he wasn't entirely sure if it was Vic or Jason's either. He had a vague memory of another man coming over. Maybe more. "Here boy," a luckily familiar voice said to James, sticking the glass pipe into his mouth. "You'll want this," Tim said. He was smiling, urging James on. James eagerly sucked down the thick smoke. "I knew he was a tweaker," the man fucking him muttered. James looked back. It was an older man, and not someone he recognized. James exhaled the cloud, and the stranger shook his head in disappointment. "Not a pussy cloud like that," he said. "Do a proper hit." "Come on boy," Tim said. James looked up; above him, Tiago was stroking his cock and watching Tim feed him the pipe. It was a weird experience, to have his doctor watch as he got drugged up. But it made James feel even more comfortable. Tiago wouldn't let him have too much. This time, James took his time and got a massive hit. "Hold it boy," Tim said, as he took the pipe and inhaled deeply. "Hold it," he repeated. "You want this, boy. Two more guys coming over to breed you." "Mmmm?" James grunted, carefully not exhaling any part of the cloud. "How many boy?" Tim asked. "You don't remember, boy?" James nodded, embarrassed that he had to ask. "Well, there was me. Then Tiago. Then Jason, and Vic. And then Tiago and then me again." Tim finally nodded, and James exhaled. It had been a massive cloud, and Tim smiled. "After that, there was Doug and Max and Eli," Tim continued. "And now it's Jean-Paul enjoying your hole." "Daddy, please," James asked, staring at Tim. "I need it." Tim smiled and nodded. For a near-virgin, James had lost so many inhibitions quickly. Tim almost wished he had laid out some points; it would be almost too easy to convince the drugged-out boy of the dire necessity of slamming. "Beg for it boy," Tim whispered into James's ear. "Beg for it, my slutty boy." James's head was flying from the crystal he had just smoked. He heard the instruction from Tim, from the man he wanted to call Daddy. "Please, cum in my hole," he pleaded, twisting his head back to stare at the man. "Please," James continued. The man had a thick salt-and-pepper goatee; the black and white fur covered his muscular chest and abs. "Please, cum in me." He repeated it like a mantra; it was all he could think to say. Tim put the pipe back in James's mouth. "Another hit for me, boy," he said, and held the torch under the glass blow. James waited, then inhaled deeply. He wanted to make Tim proud of him, proud that he could do so much crystal and take so much dick. He looked up. Tiago was smiling and nodding. James inhaled deeper, wanting to impress both men. "Do some more G," Tiago said. "You'd like that, boy, wouldn't you?" Tim asked him. James nodded. He still wasn't sure what G even was, but Tim had encouraged him. "Let's get you really high," Tim said. "And find another cock to breed you," Tiago continued. He had a phone in his hand already, his face lit by a yellow glow from the screen. "You guys are fun," the stranger said, slamming his cock deep into James's tender, inexperienced hole. "And you're a pleasure to breed," he said. "Right on," Tim said. "Cum in him." Tiago slowly stood up, his attention still focused on the phone's screen. "You want some?" he asked the stranger. "Sure, 1.5?" "This is going to be fun," Tiago said. Tim fed James another hit from the pipe; he made sure the boy was always tweaked out. "Feel free to use that hole how ever you want," he said. "Or as hard as you want." "I'm paying for it," he said. "Of course I'm gonna use it. And I'm gonna use it hard."

8. Clouds Roll In The next morning, James was woken by his phone buzzing. It was Tim. "We're starting around 7:00PM. Just bring yourself tonight." He followed up by an address. James roused himself from bed, and went to the gym. He took a quick detour to a nearby drug store to pick up the prescription that Tiago had called in the night before. He took one of the oblong blue pills right before his work out. He wondered if it had any effect on the workout, because it was a really good one. He had never felt quite so strong or invulnerable, and for the entire ninety minutes, he was able to push himself harder than ever before. Afterwards, he took a shower, and went back to his studio. Luckily, the superintendent was no where to be seen. His throat was still a bit sore from what had happened with Josh and Tiago the previous day, and James knew the super would notice how hoarse he was. He spent the afternoon reading, before getting ready for Tim's party. James wondered if he'd be able to play around with Tim afterwards. Or maybe it was one of those parties where they would be naked within minutes of walking in the door. But that was porn, not real life. Nevertheless, he cleaned himself carefully. Tim lived far enough away that James took an Uber there. He was conscious of the expense; next time, he promised himself, he would walk there. Or maybe bike. Even arriving nearly twenty minutes late, he was still the first person to arrive. Tim was wearing a tank-top and a pair of shorts. The two hugged and kissed at the door, before Tim invited him in. James noticed a flash of black and skin as Tim turned, and realized that the man was wearing a jock strap under his shorts. James directed him into the large living room. It flowed smoothly into a dining room, where a sturdy wooden table stood. The kitchen was right behind, a careful study in contrasts between old and new. "Something to drink? Some juice or something?" "Sure," James said. He sat down on the sofa, and noticed a bong on the coffee table. It was a unique style, almost like a piece of laboratory glassware than the colorful ones James had seen the stoners in high school use. "What's this?" "Oh. It's going to be a cloudy party tonight. You ever done tina before?" "No," James said. "Just smoked some weed. It was cool." "You're going to love this," Tim said. He came over with two glasses of orange juice. "I spiked it a bit, about a ml, hope that's cool." "Oh sure," James said. He had been studying the bong carefully; rather than a familiar bowl to pack, it has a glass sphere with a white-clear crystal at the base. He tossed back the orange juice. It had a weird taste, but he thought it was just a weird alcohol. "Here," Tim said. "Let me show you how to do it." He took the bong and a lighter. The lighter had a brilliant blue flame, and the glass sphere quickly filled with a thick white smoke. Tim inhaled deeply, several times. Then he leaned in to Tim, kissed him, and exhaled the thick cloud. "Fuck," he moaned, as the two men made out. "Wow," James said, as he exhaled the cloud. The feeling was a bit more intense than the weed, and it was a really good feeling. Already, he wanted more. "Can I try another hit?" There was a hunger in James's voice. "Sure." Tim said. He had heard that hunger before, in the most chemically dependent addicts. James had no idea, but he was already an addict. It would take a while, months, maybe years, before it became obvious, and still longer before it was a problem. Nevertheless, Tim resolved to do his utmost to enable James's addiction. "Let me show you how," he said. He showed James how to hold the lighter, and what to look for as the bulb filled with the white clouds. The boy inhaled the thick smoke, holding it in his powerful lungs. "Now, give me the blow-back." James exhaled his hit into Tim's mouth. Even by Tim's standards, it was a monster hit. They swapped it back and forth several times, before finally exhaling. "Fuck," James said. "Do another one," Tim offered. As James sucked down the clouds, Tim stretched out, and ran his hand along his groin. His cock was starting to get hard. "It always makes me super horny," he said. James stared at the bulge in Tim's shorts. He nodded in agreement, as he continued to suck on the glass pipe. The two men shared the smoke again as their tongues explored each other's mouth. "Fucking horned up," he said. "My friends won't be here for a bit," Tim said. "Let's go into the bedroom." "Yeah! Can we take the bong?" Only three hits in, and the boy was thinking like a long-time tweaker. "Lose the clothes, take the bong," Tim said. James stripped down quickly, pulling off his t-shirt and shorts, then shedding his underwear. Like Tim, his cock was already semi-hard. "That way," Tim said, pointing to the bedroom. The bedroom had soft lights, and Tim had already set out some poppers and lube. "Do another one," Tim said. "My turn to get naked." He pulled off his tank-top and shorts, then pushed his jockstrap down. "Hold it," he said, as James tried to shotgun the hit. He took the bong and did two more large hits. "Fuck, that feels good," Tim said, exhaling his third consecutive hit. He put the bong down, and pushed James onto the bed. The young man landed on his back, his legs spreading instinctively. Tim crawled between James's legs, his cock instinctively seeking out the young man's inexperienced hole. "I want to be inside you." "Fuck me," James moaned. He reached down and grabbed his cock. It had been hard just seconds ago, but now it was soft. Nevertheless, he jerked on it. "Just fuck me hard." "You ready?" James's head nodded vigorously. "Want it raw?" "Stop teasing me. Fuck me," James begged. Tim rubbed some lube on James's hole, then held a bottle of poppers under the young man's nose. "Give it to me." Tim pushed his raw dick into James's hole. The young man grunted, but made no effort to push him off. "Please," James moaned, "all the way inside me." Tim slid in, and James's hungry hole took all nine inches of Tim's shaft. "You're so fucking big," James moaned. He also wrapped his legs around Tim, making sure the well-hung man couldn't pull his cock back out. "So hot. So fucking deep." "Make me your boy," James moaned. "Mark me." James had seen movies with older Daddies and younger boys. They suddenly seemed incredibly hot, when the thought about Tim as his Daddy. "Fuck yeah boy. You want to be daddy's little fuck hole?" The tina was hitting both of them, releasing long-held inhibitions. James grabbed Tim harder, loving how the bearded top was fucking his hole. "Fuck me Daddy. Cum in me Daddy. Make me your boy." He kept on repeating it nonsensically, until he suddenly realized it was no longer just him and Tim. Standing in the door, stroking his hard, uncut cock, was Tiago. "I see you boys wasted no time getting started," he said.

1. Jimmy landed in Los Angeles on a Monday at 1:00pm. His parents had insisted that he stay through Sunday so he could go to church and see his grandparents. It meant he had to wake up at 4:00am to get to the airport in time. It wasn't that bad; he had worked the past two summers at his uncle's farm, and he was used to waking up unpleasantly early. He touched his front pocket again. There was a wad of cash; it was his savings from the summer jobs, plus a small amount of money from his grandparents. If he was careful, it was just enough for a deposit on a small apartment and a few month's worth of living expenses. He had dreamed of moving to LA since he was in middle school and decided that he wanted to be an actor. He was glad the flight landed early; he collected a large backpack and duffle bag, and then got an uber to an AirBnB in Silver Lake. He was surprised that it only took thirty minutes to get there; he believed that it took hours to get anywhere in LA. He found the key to the small building in the back yard; it was a spartan studio, but it was a place to leave his bags. He looked at his phone. It was 2:30, and he had an appointment to see a studio apartment nearby at 3:00. He washed his face, and headed out into the September sun. He reached the building just in time. The building was old, but the neighborhood was nice, with a cafe and a few nice restaurants. He was hungry, but remembered he had to be careful with money. He knocked on the superintendent's door. "Coming," the voice said, gruff, manly, and already annoyed. "Yes?" the man said, as he opened the door. Jimmy was momentarily silent. The man towered above Jimmy. He was wearing a tank top which made it clear his massive bulk was all muscle. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants. Jimmy tried not to stare at the massive boner he could see through the fabric. "Uh," Jimmy stammered. "I'm Jimmy. I'm here about the studio?" "Oh yeah. Give me a second." He disappeared back into the dark apartment, then emerged a few seconds later. "Come on," he said, and guided Jimmy to the back of the complex, and up the stairs. The apartment was on the far side, on the second floor. It was a little larger than the AirBnB. "Here it is," the guy said. "$850 a month, with utilities." Jimmy found it hard to concentrate. He wanted to stare at the superintendent, but forced himself to look at the small kitchen. There was a stove and oven, and a tiny fridge. He turned around; the super was rubbing his crotch. "You have nice lips," he said. "I bet we can work out a discount on the rent." Back in Nebraska, Jimmy had sucked off the quarterback several times a week. Jimmy knew what to do, and knelt down in front of the super. He pulled down the older man's sweat pants, and a massive nine inch cock fell out. "I love a boy who knows what to do," the super moaned, as Jimmy took the head of the man's cock in his mouth. "Oh fuck," the super moaned as Jimmy worked his way down the super's shaft. The superintendent had the biggest cock Jimmy had ever touched, but Jimmy didn't let that stop him. He worked his way down, feeling the dickhead press against the back of his throat. "Take it, faggot," the super said, grabbing the back of Jimmy's head and forcing him to swallow more of his thick cock. Jimmy was struggling as the man's thick cock slid down his throat. It was hard, because the superintendent had grabbed the back of Jimmy's head and was holding him down. The bigger man held Jimmy in place, even as he struggled not to gag. "I said take it, faggot," he said, ignoring Jimmy's obvious discomfort. "Please," Jimmy grunted, as he tried to gasp for air. "That gets me off," the man said, shoving his cock back into Jimmy's throat. "Fuck that feels good," he continued, forcefully pounding the young man's throat. "Oh fuck," he grunted. At least it didn't last that long; it was only a few minutes before Jimmy felt his cock stiffen and the superintendent's balls tighten. "Try not to drown," he said, before his cock exploded. It was not an idle warning; the man's orgasm was intense and large. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out of his dick, and directly into Jimmy's stomach. "Not bad," the super said, pulling his softening cock from Jimmy's mouth, and wiping it off on the stubble on Jimmy's cheek. "$700 a month," he said. "You want it?" Jimmy was still on his knees, not even sure what just happened. "Uh, yeah, I guess." It was less than he had expected, and giving an occasional blow job seemed worth it. "Good. Come by at three tomorrow, and we'll do the paperwork."