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I'm totally rejuvenated! Last time I explained I have a 'Boy" on loan from a friend who can't have (anal) sex at the moment and who may never have that again. Boy is enthousiastically fucking me a few times a week instead. Handsome, big cock, he fucks like the best and always good for at least two loads. Leaves me exhausted. What more can you want? Well, a friend. Haha!! Now and then he brings a friend. Special treat! Taking turns tagteaming me, spitroasting me, pumping loads in my ass and mouth. HEAVEN!! I would say I'd like that every day but I'm not sure I could keep up... For now I'm so lucky to have this at my age!!

Jay stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting a soft glow on his bare chest. He had spent the night at Doug's place, and the intimacy they had shared still lingered in his mind. He needed to freshen up, but first, he wanted to brush his teeth. He opened the medicine cabinet, the small mirror on the inside reflecting his face back at him. As he rummaged through the shelves, he noticed the usual array of toiletries: toothpaste, mouthwash, painkillers. But something was missing. There was no PrEP. Jay frowned slightly, his mind racing. Seeing its absence here, in Doug's bathroom, sent a ripple of curiosity through him. He closed the cabinet and brushed his teeth, the minty foam filling his mouth as he tried to push the thought aside. But it nagged at him, a small seed of intrigue that he couldn't ignore. He found Doug in the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Doug was leaning against the counter, a mug in his hand, his hair still tousled from sleep. They were both still naked. He looked up as Jay entered, a small smile playing on his lips. "Morning," Doug said, his voice rough with sleep. "Morning," Jay replied, leaning against the doorway. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask. "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Sure ..." Doug said. After a short pause, Jay went on, "I was looking for a toothbrush and noticed you don't have any PrEP in your medicine cabinet. Are you not on it?" Doug took a sip of his coffee, adrenaline surging through his body. "No, I'm not." Jay raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Are you chasing?" He asked, his tone casual, non-judgmental. "I mean, no judgment. That's how I converted." Doug shook his head, setting his mug down on the counter. "No, it's not that. I just... I don't know. Rationally I know I should. But it's never felt right. I think because it's not 100% effective. I'm going to get fucked bare, I'm driven to that. And so there would still be the anxiety. If I did convert, I'd be taking pills anyway. It doesn't feel worth it to me for the lower risk, I guess." Jay studied Doug for a moment, his eyes tracing the lines of Doug's body. He stared visibly at Doug's full erection, the way his breath hitched just a little. "But you're turned on by the chance of converting...." Jay said, his voice low, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Doug saw that Jay was judging him by his boner. His gaze dropped to Jay's crotch, his own breath hitching as he noticed Jay was hard too. "By that standard, it would seem to turn you on too," Doug countered, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay chuckled, stepping closer to Doug. "Erections are a great lie detector for certain things. Okay, I'll go first. Yeah, I have a POZ fetish," he admitted, his voice a low growl. "It's why I chased. It still turns me on. I love fucking POZ sluts. I love getting POZ cum fucked into my hole from time to time. And especially I'm turned on by the thought of shooting my virus into a willing unprotected hole. Now that I know I've been shooting my cum in your unprotected ass, it's driving me wild." He reached out, his hand brushing against Doug's, the touch sending a spark between them. "But you're undetectable," Doug said. "How would you know?" Jay cocked an eybrow. "We've never discussed it." Doug paused and said, "from looking at your BBRTS profile". Jay smirked, feeling he was getting to know a lot more about what made Doug tick. "Not everything guys put on there is accurate you know. But yeah, I am. Still, it doesn't mean there's no virus in my cum. Just less than an infectious dose. And so it still turns me on knowing I've shot some of my HIV in your unprotected hole. So now you know why I'm hard. Your turn." Doug hesitated, his fingers curling around his mug. "I... I fantasize about it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "About converting, about being a POZ pig. I fantasize about those things a lot. But I feel ashamed of these fantasies. I fear I could regret acting on them." Jay's hand cupped Doug's cheek, his thumb brushing against Doug's skin. "You have to do what feels right to you," he said softly. "But for what it's worth I don't think you would regret it. I think you'd love it. For sure there are downsides of being POZ. And for sure there are guys who regret converting, but in my experience those guys either never wanted it and just got carried away or wanted it but had some unrealistic fantasy about what it would be like. But I've never come across anyone who regretted converting who had a fetish for the real thing. Like me. And I think like you." He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "Anyway we have these erections. It seems a waste not to do something about them." Doug shivered, his body responding to Jay's touch, his words. He set his mug down on the counter, his hands gripping the edge as Jay's lips found his neck, kissing, nibbling, sending shivers down his spine. "Fuck," he breathed, his cock hardening even more than he thought possible. Jay's hands slid down Doug's chest, his fingers tracing the lines of Doug's muscles. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Doug's hips, pulling him closer. He could see Doug's cock, hard and ready, and he licked his lips, his own cock throbbing in anticipation. He took Doug's cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, his thumb brushing against the tip. He looked up at Doug, his eyes dark with desire. "You want this," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck you raw, to fill you with my POZ cum." Doug moaned, his head falling back, his hips bucking into Jay's hand. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes." Jay stood up, his lips crashing against Doug's, his tongue pushing into Doug's mouth, claiming him, possessing him. He spun Doug around, pushing him against the counter, his hands gripping Doug's hips, pulling him back against him. He could feel Doug's ass against his cock, the heat, the need, the desire. He reached around, his hand gripping Doug's cock, stroking it in time with his own thrusts. "I'm going to fill you with my cum, going to make you mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pushed back against Jay, his ass grinding against Jay's cock. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Please, Jay. Please." Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding between Doug's cheeks. He spat on his fingers and on Doug's ass, knowing it was still full of his cum from last night. He reached around, his fingers finding Doug's hole, pushing in, stretching him, preparing him. Doug moaned, his body responding, his hole clenching around Jay's fingers. Jay's fingers slid out, and he positioned his cock at Doug's entrance, pushing in, the heat, the tightness, the sensation sending sparks through him. He gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding in, filling him. Doug moaned, his body responding, his hole clenching around Jay's cock. Jay's thrusts were slow at first, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's hole. He leaned down, his lips finding Doug's neck, kissing, nibbling, sending shivers down his spine. "You're mine," he growled in Doug's ear, his voice low, possessive. "My slut for POZ cum. Mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pushed back against Jay, his ass grinding against Jay's cock. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Yours, Jay. Yours." Jay's thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's hole. He gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding in, filling him, claiming him, possessing him. Jay's hand slid around, gripping Doug's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me," he growled in Doug's ear, his voice low, possessive. "Cum for me, My slut for POZ cum. Mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He came with a cry, his cum spilling over Jay's hand, his body shuddering, his hole clenching around Jay's cock. Jay groaned, his own release crashing over him, his cum filling Doug's hole. They stood there for a moment, their breaths ragged, their bodies trembling. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. He spun Doug around, his lips crashing against Doug's, his tongue pushing into Doug's mouth. When they finally pulled apart, Doug's eyes were dark with desire, his body trembling, his hole still clenching. Jay's eyes were dark with satisfaction, his body trembling, his cock still hard, still ready. Doug looked at the clock on the wall, his eyes widening. "Fuck, I have to go to work," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay chuckled, his lips brushing against Doug's. "Go," he said, his voice low, possessive. "But remember, you're mine. I've marked you." Doug shivered, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pulled away, his body trembling. He grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly, his mind racing, his body still trembling, still feeling Jay's touch, his words, his cum. As he left the apartment, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, of desires, of fears. He could still hear Jay's words in his ear, his voice low, possessive. "You're mine. I've marked you." He walked to work, his body trembling, his mind racing, his heart pounding. He didn't know what the future held, what this meant for him, for Jay, for them. But he knew one thing. He wanted more. He wanted Jay. He wanted to be Jay's POZ pig, his slut, his. What he still didn't know was whether he had the guts.

'Please read all sections of the contract and ensure that you are fully aware of the implications and obligations regarding the procedure before signing. 1. By signing this agreement you agree to submit your body to the procedure and that you will be be infected by anal insemination. 2. That you do so of your own free will and have not been coerced into to doing so by any third party. 3. That you are not under the influence of any prescribed medication, drug or illegal substance. 4. That you are not under the influence of alcohol. 5. You must understand that once you have entered the premises (in this case the room hired for the purpose) you are obligated to submit to ALL instructions given by the person, or persons, inside and give up the right to withdraw from the procedure. 6. That you are fully aware of the consequences to your health once you have submitted to the procedure. Date: ../../.... Full Name: .................................. Signature:.................................... As I read through the contract/agreement I felt hot and began to sweat. I was shacking and my stomach was churning. Suddenly it had all become very real. Up to this point I was just incredibly horny. My cock had been hard for the two hours it took to drive to the hotel. My mind was in a whirl. I could just turn around get back in my car and drive home. No one apart from whoever was inside room 327 would ever know and I could continue my life the way it had been upto now. But, I had come this far. At first it was a fantasy. Wanking to bareback porn then moving on to porn depicting guys being pozzed. Submitting themselves, their bodies in the ultimate way possible. Slowly, over a couple of years the fantasy became a need growing stronger all the time until it was an obsession. All I could think about was being knocked up, impregnated, gifted, pozzed, infected with the bug. How another mans toxic seed would take over my body, mutating in every cell and live in me until I die. Now, here was the moment I had desired for so long. Was I going to back out?

Autumn in Milan Bob and I arrived back at the apartment on the same weekend after our summer internships ended. I joked with Bob and asked him how much drama he created during his summer. “Bro, you have no idea. I’m glad I could leave it all behind,” and he pulled me in for a deep kiss as he groped my ass. “I missed you, smart ass.” We ended up in bed and after he fucked my brains out, and then we relaxed there for a while, just catching up on each others exploits over the summer. “When is Dan getting back?” Bob asked. “I talked with him on Wednesday while he was at Laguardia. He said he’d be back in the apartment on Monday. He said he’d just landed and that he had big news, but he was being mysterious and wouldn’t spill any details. So, we’ll find out then,” I replied. Class didn’t start for a week, and I was determined to get back into my routine. On Monday afternoon, I just returned from the gym and opened the door, and Dan was in the kitchen and Bob was taking a shower. “Hey man, how was your summer?” I asked Dan as I leaned in and we shared a big kiss. Dan replied, “It was incredible. I can’t wait to tell you guys.” Just then Bob opened the bathroom door and walked out in all his otter glory in just his white briefs. “Tell us what?” “Ah, just in time,” Dan said. “You know I told you I had some interviews in Manhattan with a couple of modeling agencies? Well, I blew off my internship because three of them wanted to put me under contract. I had my dad look at the contracts and I signed with one of the agencies. I spent the summer working in Milan, Paris and Munich.” Bob and I sat in stunned silence. Then, he and I both hooted and hollered and I got three beers out of the fridge for us to celebrate. Dan continued, “I’m going to delay coming back to finish my degree because the agency lined work up for me for the next few months. Plus, I need to prepare more before taking the LSAT. At least, that was the argument I made with my dad for postponing school. He has visions of me joining his firm after law school.” Bob and I rolled our eyes because we’d met Dan’s father a few times and he was intense. “I’m sharing a tiny apartment in Brooklyn with 5 other guys who are also with the agency.” I said, “So you won’t be living with us, then. This sounds like the chance of a lifetime. When do you have to go back?” Dan said, “Well, I’m packing up my clothes and leaving tomorrow morning. Bob and I were sad that our little menage a trois was breaking up prematurely, but we were excited for Dan. Dan and I started that evening in his bed kissing and cuddling. I licked his nips and arm pits and nibbled all over him as he wrapped his legs around the small of my back. The agency Hair & Makeup gays had shaved his chest hair off so longer had a treasure trail, but I continued down to his cock and took his head straight down my throat and savored his precum. I moved on to his beautiful ass and pushed his knees up to his pecs, then I began feasting on his ass. “Dave, I really missed how you eat my hole,” Dan moaned. I was fucking him with my tongue which always put him into a frenzy. Eventually, I penetrated his tight hole and fucked him rough and sweaty, just the way he and I always did. I jacked Dan’s cock, rubbing the precum that was streaming out of it and feeding it to him and then to myself. I locked eyes with him as I groaned and picked up the pace and finally shot my load into him. I stayed in him as I jacked him to orgasm and greedily ate his load all by myself. During the night, I remember my cock entering his ass a couple of times as I woke up with my arms around him. The next morning, we awoke the way we began the night before…kissing and cuddling. For the last time.

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.

I’m going to recount some experiences I’ve had. I’m Dave, and most of these stories are true or as true as I can recall. Generally, I use the actual first names of the guys. MY DETAILS As I mentioned, I’m Dave and I grew up in a religious family in the northeast of the USA. My parents made us go to church every Sunday. For high school, I was sent to an all-boys parochial school. That decision was made for me. I grew up sheltered and knew very little about sex but found early on that I had a jockstrap fetish. I also knew that I found looking at some of my classmates irresistible. But none of this really meant much to me as a kid – I really couldn’t make sense of it. After all, I couldn’t be gay because it was a sin, and I was a good Catholic boy, although very mischievous. I stand about 5 feet 9 inches and I’ve always been athletic with a tight body, especially my pecs and my ass. I have blue-grey eyes and dirty blond hair. In the mid 1980s, I probably weighed 150 pounds. Fast-forward to my junior year of college in 1985. Looking back, I was deeply in the closet to myself. I got rid of my virginity to a woman at my college, and it was mediocre sex. I was still looking at dudes I thought were hot at the university and there were a lot of them. I had a lot of straight friends – both guys and women. I knew some gay guys, but I found that I couldn’t identify with them. BOB Through my 2nd year of university, I lived in a dorm, but I wanted to get an apartment. I knew a cool guy named Bob who was looking for a roommate. Bob was a handsome Italian American and about my size and a jock. I had not yet seen him without a shirt, but I daydreamed that he was a hairy otter. Bob was the type who had a five o’clock shadow by 9 am. I asked Bob if he was still looking for another roommate and he said he was. DAN The other roommate who was living in the apartment was Dan. I already knew Dan for a few years, and whenever I saw him, I found myself staring at him because he was stunning. Dan stood about 5 feet 10 inches and had a lean, muscled body. He was a rugby player and I’d been to see a couple of matches where he had played. He had blue eyes and long brown, wavy hair not quite to his shoulders. Despite his mesmerizing beauty, he was usually an arrogant prick to most other people, unless he was after pussy at a party or a bar. Then he could turn on the charm. This is how Dan looked when we were in our 20s. I decided I was busy enough with studies and a part time job so that I could minimize any unpleasant interactions with Dan. So, Bob and I shook hands, and I moved into the spare bedroom in his apartment just off campus. THE DAWNING As life at the apartment settled into a normal rhythm, all three of us got along surprisingly well. Bob was always friendly and outgoing, Dan was more to himself and maybe a bit introverted. A few months passed and one night, I came into a darkened apartment after going out with some friends to a party. I walked toward my room and noticed a dim light coming from Dan’s room. As I walked past, I saw Dan awake laying in bed in his white briefs. I said, “Hey, how’s it going? Did you stay in tonight?” Dan replied, “No, I had a date with a new woman, but it wasn’t great, so I ended it early. I’m going to grab a beer. You want one?”, as he got up out of bed. “Sure, I’ll have one,” I said. We chatted about random things. After our third or fourth beer, Dan said, “I notice that you’re always staring at me and when I look up, you look away. Why is that?” I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, and I stammered. He continued, “You think I’m hot don’t you? Well, I am. I think you’re pretty sexy too,” and he reached out to my chest and lightly pinched my left nipple through my tee shirt. I let out a gasp and tentatively, I reached out to his naked pecs as he leaned in to kiss me, his left hand reaching up to the back of my head. Once that initial kiss broke the ice, we were all over each other and moved to his room, slamming the door behind us. Both our cocks were rock hard as we got on his bed and kissed like two horny young guys do. I’d never touched another man’s cock yet alone sucked one. I licked his nipples, and he took my head in his hands and moved me down toward his cock. I noticed that there was some pre-cum gathering on his cock head, so I licked it and he groaned. My first attempt at giving head wasn’t too bad and I later found I was a natural born cocksucker. My own cock was also dripping pre-cum by now. Dan was on his back as I was sucking him, and I moved back up to kiss him as his muscular legs wrapped around me. Our cocks were sword fighting and pre-cumming all over each other’s dicks. Then he grabbed my cock and smeared some spit and his pre-cum all over my head and pushed me toward his hole. I fumbled around for about 10 seconds, but then my cock head found his hole. Dan had a smooth hole and as I reared up, he put his ankles on my shoulders, and I pushed my mushroom head into him and then past his ring. He hole was so much tighter than the pussy of the one woman I had fucked, and I kept pushing in. My brain was overloading with so many conflicting thoughts, but my cock head was clearly in charge as I finally bottomed out in Dan, my hairy balls against his taint. “Fuck Dave, you feel incredible. I didn’t know your cock was so big.” “Dude, your ass is so tight I could fuck you all night,” I replied. I was sweating like a pig onto Dan’s chest and abs as I pounded him. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this incredible man. I realized now that what I was feeling as I grew up, and that I was at least bisexual or maybe even gay. After pounding Dan’s ass about 10 minutes, I let out a groan and pushed my cock all the way into him and shot about 7 cock strokes of cum deep in Dan’s ass. I collapsed onto him for a second and left my dick in him as my cock softened. I kissed him and felt his still-hard cock on my stomach. I moved back down and took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best head I knew how to. “Dave, you’re going to make me cum,” and then I felt Dan’s hot cum hit the back of my throat. I was a bit panicked because I didn’t know what to do with it and I was a little grossed-out. “Swallow it. Just fucking swallow that load,” Dan said in a commanding tone. So, I did. Later, I would come to love the taste of cum, but not that night. “Listen, this has got to stay between us,” Dan said. I nodded my head. “You should probably go back to your room in case Bob comes back soon. “Yeah, right” I replied, and grabbed my clothes and left.

I became a cum-addicted drug-fueled sex addict...and this is my story... Back around 2008 I traveled a lot for business and...truth be told...I was drinking a fair amount and getting super-horny while travelling on the road. About this time, I really started to uncover my sexuality, and I started to realize I am very much bisexual (more like polyamorous or hyper sexual…basically I will have sex with just about anyone). I started cruising and looking to hook up on the road on apps like Craigslist (initially) and Adam4Adam…exploring my sexuality, especially the oral bottom side of me. Wind the clock forward to today and I am mostly a top attracted to smaller, (much) younger, and twinkier guys and/or trans. I started looking for guys that needed a good blowjob or an ass to fuck. I was more bottom back in the early days (but I have demonstrated I am certainly Li lol versatile). I would often arrange to have guys stop by my hotel room to find the door open, lights down low, me naked and either kneeling and blindfolded…or ass up in bed. I developed a real fetsih for sucking and getting fucked by big black cocks (I’m a medium-sized white guy). There were many hot stories from this time period…mostly traveling the east coast and places like North Carolina and Atlanta (where there were lots of horny black guys looking to fuck a hungry white ass). I hosted many anonymous men for hook-ups...including a few gang bangs and once the running of a train on my turned out asshole. I was mostly an oral bottom but did enjoy the asses of a few smooth twinks now and then. I have a real penchant for young, smooth, skinny twinks and femboys. Later, in 2014 I changed jobs with even more travel and it took me to the San Diego area for long stays. It was during some of those late nights looking for hook-ups that I started seeing guys up late partying, and it was then that I met for the first time a guy who was parTying….and I fell in love with it right from that first experience. I hope you don’t mind me sharing my history and my partying stories. I enjoy reliving some of this past…as it takes me right back to those horny sessions and let’s me re-live the drug-fueled scene in my brain. And so with that…here is chapter 1 of Diary of a CumsluT Chapter 1 - The First Time I met him on-line….making a connection around 10pm on a Tuesday night on Adam4Adam (these were the days of Craigslist and A4A….years before Grindr). His profile said “hung bbc parTy top” and I was immediately interested…especially since I already had given two anonymous blowjobs that evening in my hotel room and I was horny to get fucked. After some back and forth I invited him to stop by my hotel room. I was in the North San Diego area and in town on business all week. Luckily tomorrow was a light work day so I could hunt for cock and not worry about staying up too late...man was that a bad idea! He said he would bring parTy supplies and some toys…and I agreed but didn’t fully understand what that meant. I was already naked, shaved smooth, and cleaned out by the time he arrived…a muscular black man that was confident and in control….a subtle air of dominance. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees after he arrived and settled into my room…unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down to expose a dirty bulging jockstrap. He also pulled out his backpack to unpack and organize a variety of supplies on the desk as I fondled and kissed at his bulge….lube, poppers, several dildos, a few different sized butt plugs, and then a shaving kit which turned out to hold his party supplies…which included a torch, glass pipe and a small baggie of white crystalline powder. He asked if I had some good porn to watch and I pulled up a few gay porn sites for him on my laptop, watching with curiosity as he loaded up the glass pipe with a few large shards of the white crystals from the baggie and fired up the pipe with the small torch...slowly melting the shards and slowly creating a white smoke within the bulb of the glass pipe. He first demonstrated by taking a hit if the pipe, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as he smiled from the rush...and then showed me how to hit the pipe and blow a big cloud. The rush was instantaneous...and intense. Even as I was exhaling and blowing my first cloud out from my lungs I blurted out…"can I buy some of this from you before you leave?" I was in love with Tina from that first hit as my head spun and I immediately felt like Superman...a very horny Superman. After 3 hits I was flying and hungry for sex as I began to rub the growing lump in his bulging crotch. It wasn’t long before he was pressing down on my shoulders and I suddenly found myself on my knees…face to face with his large bulging crotch. I pressed my face into the bulge off of his jockstrap and inhaled his dark masculine musk through my nose...causing my cock to twitch and leak a drip of pre-cum. I began loaning and mewling with a hungry desire and instantly became his sweet little submissive cocksucker in that moment, rubbing my face into his hard bulge and blowing my warm breath into his well-filled jockstrap…licking at the growing wet spot in the soft cotton pouch from his leaking cock... I had become a sweet little cocksucker hungry to be fed. After a few more hits on the pipe and swapping shotguns as he forced his cloud into my lungs….i began a very lengthy, very focused cocksucking session…a session like none-other before as i was never so focused or motivated to suck cock and give pleasure as I was in that moment…high on Tina and kneeling in that darkened hotel room…kneeling between this dom black god’s muscular, spread open legs. I was exactly where I was meant to be. He began to flip through some hardcore gay porn and would occasionally take a big slow hit of the pipe. I was flying high on meth for the first time and totally focused on this black god’s snake of a 10-inch cock…my warm wet mouth sucking on his foreskin and kissing on that smooth plump head, my tongue licking at the length of his veiny shaft and my lips stretching to take in the girth of this large black cock that was now standing at full attention in my face and in mouth…working the fat, engorged plum-sized head with extra diligence…making it wet with spit with a nice tongue-bath and using my lips and tongue to worship the sensitive frenulum underneath his bloated glans, licking and sucking on the fat meaty helmet-shaped knob. “Yeah boy…get to work now. I’m gonna lie back and enjoy your mouth and throat for awhile!”, he mumbled as his hands came down into my field of vision and I pulled my head back so that he could apply a thick silicone cock ring around his hard cock and bloated balls...making his cock even stiffer and making it jut out even more pronounced and veiny…and his big egg-shaped balls bulging in their nutsack...just as I like them...the cockring causing his ripe nuts to bulge…over-ripe and bloated full of man-seed…readying themselves to be relieved of their thick creamy load right down my sucking gullet. I was also being motivated by this black stud's responsive groans, soft grunts, and the low moans issuing from deep in his throat above me as I began to go to work with my lips, tongue, and warm mouth. Every 5 minutes or so I would hear the torch fire as he took another hit…lazily hitting the pipe and watching porn as he got his big snake of a cock sucked by his new little cocksucking bitch…me!. And so I began a lengthy cock worshipping session...several times raising my head up to lock lips so he could shotgun his exhaled cloud into my lungs and on several occasions sucking on the pipe as he fired the bowl to get a big lungful of smoke myself…blowing my cloud on the tip of his cock and down around the length of his meaty shaft as I squeezed the base and felt how fully alive his cock was as the blood pulsed through the girth of his thick meaty shaft. I love sucking a hard ringed up cock…and his was perfection! I somehow remembered that one of his texts said he was stopping by directly after a hard workout at the gym? No shower?…PERFECT! I pressed my face into the sweaty moistness that I found deeper in his crotch, inhaling deeply at the dark, intoxicating male muskiness that I found there…my nose crinkled at the distinctly sour black man-scent as I pushed my face deeper, huffing his musk and imprinting his dark scents into my hungry cocksucker’s brain. God do I love the strong overpowering sweetly sour man-scent of a horny black man’s crotch. To this day I can’t get enough and Ama slave to it. My consciousness collapsed down to focus on the action of my hungry cocksucker’s mouth as it worked on that smooth, slick, bulging cockhead…beginning to work the skin back and worship it. His cock became a bar of steel with a fat plump head and a big thick vein running down the length of it. I used my tongue to trace and lap at his veiny shaft...becoming obsessed with working that big vein with soft licks and gentle kisses. But my man was flying and he needed more, and he showed his impatience for getting deeper into my warm silky throat...and eventually…inevitably….his large strong hand found the back of my head as he began guiding my sucking mouth further down…showing me how he wanted his cock sucked…teaching me how to be the best cocksucker for him in that moment….connecting us as if one as I became focused on the thought of becoming the best cocksucker I could be for him…for this cock….for me….focused, dedicated, submissive, subservient…hungrily committed to giving the maximum pleasure with my mouth and throat that I could possibly give in that moment. “Yes, baby….that’s it, baby…you're doing so good, baby. Go to work for Daddy...go to work for that big 5-day nutt that Daddy’s gonna feed you. And after I squirt my juice into your belly…Daddy’s gonna put my second nutt deep up in your white-boy pussy.” I loved his strong commands and words of encouragement…it fueled me to suck him even better. He kept flipping through hardcore gay porn in between hits on the pipe….telling me the kinds of porn he liked....how he especially liked black guys double penetrating skinny white boys the best. He told me he was trying to get a friend to stop by so they both could get up in my stretched hole at the same time. I groaned at the thought and mumbled something to the effect…”yes sir…please sir.” His cock leaked a big dollop of sweet tasting pre-cum into my mouth in response to my begging. Another hit of the pipe and then a fresh bottle of poppers appeared at my nose. I couldn’t imagine flying higher…but the combination of blowing a big cloud and then getting poppered up drove me into a cock sucking frenzy….lost in the haze of Tina and poppers and the big cock that I was put on earth to serve. He leaned forward and pushed his big hands down my back, finding my smooth asscheeks….pulling them apart as his long fingers explored my smooth crevice and started massaging my tight little pink pucker. I am naturally smooth except some hair in my asscrack (which I had shaved earlier), so now I was as smooth as porcelain. It was clear this man appreciated my smooth clean butt and wanted more of that. “Daddy’s gonna need to work this little pussy-hole open...make it blossom and sing....mmmmmmmmhhhh...so tight and just begging to blossom open.” He mumbled as he worked a spit-covered finger up to the knuckle into my tight sphincter. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump to get that pussy-hole hungry for Daddy’s cock…and then you need to get this big 5-day nutt down your pussy throat.” And with that encouragement I felt him bring a small thin injector to the lips of my hole and then plunge it inside. He pushed it about 2 two inches into my quivering asshole and the hit the plunger...forcing a small amount of a slippery liquid into my flexing rectum. It burned like hell right from the start. "What the hell is that?", I shrieked...and to which he replied..."Don't worry, the burning sensation will pass...and it will be replaced by a warmth and an insatiable need to get fucked. That's called a booty bump and it is lube laced with quite a bit of Tina." I relaxed and went back to focusing on his cock that needed my attention..fat and glistening with my spit. I got back to work like the dutiful little cocksucker I had become, Slowly…inexorably…I pushed him deeper down into my throat...feeling the soft tissues of my throat open and stretch... my neck bulging full of cock as I kept my focus and started going down further…sliding his length deeper…as the poppers helped me to relax and open my throat… pressing his fat knob first against the back of my throat...causing me to gag and then push through the resistance…stretching my throat open and suppressing my gag reflex…my throat juices wetting his fat head as I worked myself open to take all of his thick 9 inches deeper…working my throat muscles to suckle and milk his engorged cockhead like a sucking mouth in my throat...until finally the resistance disappeared and he sank balls deep into my warm silky gullet. Once I was able to get my throat open and take him deep it then became easier to fully engulf his length as my nose became buried in his curly black pubes and his big bull nuts got squished and rested on my chin. A firm hand came to the back of my head and held me down...holding me down with a throat full of cock…forcing me to serve his cock and milk it with my flexing throat muscles. Flying high and sucking cock the best I possibly could. I pulled back in order to breath and then I began to use my active tongue to lick at the tip and up and down his big beautiful black veiny shaft…using wet lips to kiss and suck my way up and down his thick veiny shaft...eventually finding his big cum-congested nuts in their bloated ballsack and giving them a loving wet tongue-bath, using thick wet licks and eventually taking each one in turn into my warm sucking mouth...trying valiantly to get both nuts and his whole ballsack into my stretched open mouth but I just couldn’t do it. I began to worship his ripe, semen-filled balls until he spread his legs wide open, totally relaxed and asking me to really go to town on his balls....so I did! Eventually I got both his nuts in my stretched open mouth...my mouth now full of ripe nuts and my lips encircling the root go his balls and strangling them just like he wanted. I worshipped his balls for what felt like an hour Waking up from as if in a trance...I finally pulled off his nuts with a loud slobbery pop and moved my head back up his shaft and took a big hit of poppers...knowing full well that I was going to go work on his big cock...go for the run up to his nutting down my eager throat. Soon I was in all fours between his legs…rocking my whole body back and forth to take as many of his steely inches as I could…often going down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes, only to slowly pull back to kiss at the tip and then re-start the round trip all over again. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic sound of “gluck….gluck…gluck…” as I rocked back and forth and his cock punched and pounded away at my pussy throat…his fat cockhead smashing over and over again into the soft tissues of my sucking throat as I forcefully stretched myself open to milk his cockhead and take his whole length. His thick cock was stretching my throat and now I could take him fully…despite him being too fat for a normal throat...too fat to get through the final constrictions of a normal throat…but mine was not a normal throat. I was flying high on Tina and I was now the Throat Goat. He took the opportunity to hold my head down and raise his hips forcefully, humping himself up to thrust himself deeper and blowing out past the final barrier in my throat to easily fuck his last few inches into my stretched throat…bulging out my neck as I now more easily took his full length…now with my nose pressed into the tight wiry curls of his damp musky pubic hair. I couldn’t breathe…my airway was blocked by thick cock…but I didn’t care and would have happily died right there and then...asphyxiated by thick black cock if I was allowed to...I was that focused on this beast of a cock that I was sucking…intensely concentrating with my every fiber of my soul...so focused that I forgot that I needed to breathe and almost passed out . I didn’t care as I had given myself totally over to sucking cock and my airway being blocked was just one of the consequence of my devotion “Awwwww mannnn…you gonna get this nutt…you gonna get this nutt…you…gonna…get…this…big creamy nutt!”. The man stopped me one last time for another big hit from the glass pipe and a shotgun of forced cloud into my lungs...and then the need to unload hit him with full force... "Ahhhhhhhh.....fuuuuuck son...you're gonna get this nutt...shhhhhhhhhiittttttt…go get your creamy reward baby-boy...go get it!!"... ...and with that he started a new rhythm, fucking his hips forward and working in synch with my rocking motion as I thrust my body back and forth and bobbed my head up and down to slide his thick cock down my throat...and then he pulled my head down onto his cock using a big strong hand on the back of my head as he thrust his hips up...spearing his hard cock into the soft tight warmth of my gullet...skull fucking me and raping my throat until I felt all resistance gone and I became his cum receptacle...at last a place for him to bury his seed and fill up with cum. And just then, I felt his nuts tighten up against his body and a big blast of his creamy seed pulse up the big shaft of his cock. "Oohhhhhh shit boy....here it comes!" He was buried in my throat and so I never tasted the first several blasts of his cum as he blasted his load straight down my gullet and into my waiting belly. I love milking an exploding cock by working with throat muscles...milking it to relieve it of its heavy load. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and throat and I knew he was injecting his heavy seed load directly down my throat as I felt the warmth of his cum fill my belly...and after the first 4 or 5 heavy squirts, I pulled back and was rewarded with a big mouth full of thick heavy cream that I mostly swallowed and then let some of the next few pulses dribble from the corners of my mouth to leak and drip down my chin. “Awwww fuuccckkkk…that’s good boy! Milk my cock with that warm mouth and pussy-throat boy." He let me continue to suckle and milk his spent cock...my favorite part as I used my tongue and sucking throat ,ilk the final remnants of his load from his nuts....eventually pulling back to smack my tummy lips and lick the dredges of his sperm from my lips and chin. To this day I love to show my feeder how much I appreciate him feeding me his big creamy load and I like wearing his cum around on my face as a show of gratitude. “Now get up here and show me that little pussy hole of yours…I bet that booty bump is working it's magic and has that hole all warmed up by now!”.

731 Our junior year (third year) at university came to a close and the three of us roommates decided to stay together for the upcoming fourth year. We got along well, and we enjoyed the convenience of being able to satisfy sexual needs without leaving home. With Dan and me, it was purely physical enjoyment of each other’s bodies. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen and he was entertaining thoughts of becoming a model and had a trip planned over the summer to go to Manhattan because some agencies expressed interest. But with Bob and me, it started to become a little more. Bob and I started to catch movies together at the university union and then go out for pizza and then home to sleep together. We enjoyed being with each other and I found Bob’s scent to be irresistible. But Bob still dated and slept with women. He left of trail of broken hearts and irate co-eds. After briefly feeling a bit hurt and jealous, I saw our situation for what it was. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted from a “boyfriend”, but I knew Bob was even more hyper-sexual than I was, and that we probably wanted different things out of life. I knew he wanted kids someday. At the end of my third year, I met with my college career counselor. He had advised me at the end of the second year that I should consider going to graduate school to get a master’s degree and he had given me suggestions about schools to submit my applications. At our year-end meeting, he asked me if I had made decisions. I replied that I had narrowed it down to two large universities and that I scored very well on the standardized exams for my area of study. He gave me suggestions, and we parted for the summer break. At that moment, it truly struck me that life was moving on and I was moving along with it – that my comfy living arrangement would end in the next year and I would be moving somewhere where I would have to make new friends. Bob, Dan and I all had summer internships in large cities, but we would return to the apartment in mid-August. My internship flew by, and I enjoyed it, but everyone in the company was married with children or older. The apartment the company arranged was in a sketchy part of town. The large university in town was in the outer suburbs and not easy to access without a car, plus, it was summer break. So, I tried to meet people in dive bars in my area, but these were creepy places for the most part. I was exploring at the edge of the neighborhood one Saturday early evening in late July, when I saw a muscular guy in his 40s or 50s wearing some kind of leather pants over a pair of worn-out jeans and a tight black shirt walking in front of me. I thought he must be sweating like a pig with those leather pants. He disappeared into a building just ahead of me. There was no storefront or sign on the building, but there was a black door with just oversized address numbers on it: 731. I tried the door, and fortunately it was unlocked, and I could hear the beat of music coming from stairs which lead to a basement – maybe an underground dance club? I walked down the steps and there was a booth with a dude inside and a paper sign on the booth window that just said “$7”. I figured it was a cover charge. The guy said, “If you want a locker and lock, it’s $2 more.” And I handed him $9 and pushed a towel and lock toward me. He buzzed me in, and the place had a similar vibe as the Auroura Book and Video Store, but different. There were small lockers lining the walls of a room and there was an older guy in a jockstrap who locked me over and then grabbed his towel and walked through another doorway. I knew this was no dance club, and I quickly peeled my clothes off and stowed them in the locker and quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. The music was coming from speakers in the next room and there were some guys at the bar drinking beer. The variety of men went from leather muscle studs to very skinny middle-aged guys, to grandfathers with pudgy guts, and everything in between. I just turned 22 and was the youngest guy here by ten years. I noticed that there were condom dispensers on the wall, and I grabbed one and walked from the bar into a hallway. For no good reason, I had a fantasy that only big cities were suffering from the plague; not small northeastern college towns and certainly not athletic and masculine guys like my roommates and me. We had never used them with each other. We didn’t see the need. Plus, President Reagan never mentioned it, so how bad could it be? But being in the big city meant that I should be cautious. I walked into a dark hallway with gloryhole booths lining the walls and continued to the next room. The room was dimly lit and there were leather hammock-like things hanging from the ceiling beams by chains and some guys were getting fucked by other guys. I also noticed a padded bench and there was a muscle man in crotch-less leather pants and black leather boots who was strapped securely face down on it and getting fucked by another muscle stud; the guy strapped down had a leather hood over his eyes and nose and was sucking off a guy with a huge cock. Two or three others were watching this and probably waiting for their turns. There was also a bench like a weight-lifting bench and a shoeshine chair, but no one was using these. On the other side of the room was a swinging door, and I walked through. It was pitch black and hot and smelled like sweat and sex. I could hear other men, but I couldn’t see anything. I found a wall and felt my way along it. Then, I bumped into someone else. The first thing I felt was a hand on my pecs and my abs, and then he moved to my dick. I felt back and the guy was very muscular and well-built and a bit taller than me. He kissed me and I kissed back. Then he moved to my nipple and started licking and nibbling it. My cock was rock hard. He licked down my treasure trail to my cock and took me deep down his throat. He grabbed my ass cheeks and made me fuck his face while he rubbed his finger around my pucker. Finally, he released my cock, and I could feel his back and my cock was planted in his hairy crack. Then, he pointed my cock to his pucker and reached back and pulled me toward him until my cock head breached his ring. Bare. “Man, I don’t have a condom on!” I panic-whispered in his ear. He said back, “No problem, dude, I’m clean.” Hesitant at first, I plunged ahead and started fucking the guy. He also felt like he was pre-lubed because I slid into him with no friction. He was moaning like a bitch in heat, and we were both sweating. The pounding he was getting from me attracted some other invisible men who were fondling both of us. I felt a very hairy pot belly against my back trying to mount my hole and I pushed him away. Time seemed to fly, and suddenly I realized I was going to cum in this unseen stranger without a condom. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, and he pulled me deep inside of him. It was the first time I shot my load in another guy since the last time I fucked Dan in late May. The guy pulled off my cock and was gone. My cock was slick with cum. I grabbed a cup of water from the bar and then went to the gloryhole booths to collect myself and cool down. I berated myself for not insisting on a condom, but the guy said he was clean. But really, how could he know? Before I could obsess about it, a big bush and a circumcised cock came through the hole, and I reached out. I licked from the shaved balls up to the tip of his head, a solid eight inches. Having Dan and Bob as my coaches had made me into a very good cocksucker. Before, Dan said blowjobs never got him off, but I could make him cum with just my mouth. I gave him great head for about 10 minutes, then the guy was breathing hard and he pulled his cock out of the hole. “Show me that hole, boy,” he said. He was probably about 45 or 50 years old with a brown beard and moustache and very handsome. My ass needed to be rimmed badly. So, I turned around and put my ass up against the gloryhole. I felt his breath and then his first lick and then he licked my slightly hairy crack. I was in heaven. He tried to push an unlubricated index finger into my pucker, but I was tight and didn’t want to open for him. He went back to rimming me and then he tried to finger me again with something that felt like Vaseline. He rubbed it around my tight little hole, and I felt a slight pleasant tingling sensation. He kept licking my ass cheeks while he worked magic with his finger. I couldn’t resist any more and I unlocked my hole and let him push that finger into me. He took more goo and pushed it in me. Then I heard him stand up and I knew what was next. I still had the unused condom, and I tore the package open. As he put his cock up to the hole, I wrapped the condom onto his pole and turned around and pointed it toward my moisturized asshole. He slowly pushed in as I pushed my ass back against the wall. Finally, he was balls-deep and started to thrust. God, I needed cock so badly! He was pounding away at me, and I had two or three anal orgasms. My cock was dripping pre-cum profusely. Finally, he grunted and held his cock in me. As he pulled out, I felt cum dripping out of me. I looked around and saw him pulling the remnants of a shredded, cum-soaked condom off his cock. He dropped it on the floor and walked out of the booth.

The night air was cool as Doug walked with Jay towards his apartment his heart pounding with anticipation. He had been looking forward to this moment since their last encounter. Now after another very pleasant dinner date (less interrupted by texting than before), Doug was hoping this time he would be invited inside, the memory of their last kiss still fresh on his lips. "Hey, come on in," Jay said, stepping aside to let Doug enter the building. He then led Doug by the hand into the elevator and up to his floor. He opened the door to to his apartment and ushered Doug inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm light over the room. The scent of Jay's musk was intoxicating. Like Doug, Jay obviously did not use any scent besides his own. Doug felt a shiver run through him as he took in the familiar yet exciting surroundings. "Thanks for having me over," Doug said, his voice slightly trembling. He could feel the tension building between them, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air. Jay poured them both a drink, the clink of the glasses breaking the silence. They chatted for a while. "So, here we are" he said, handing Doug a glass. They chatted for a while about this and that, after which Jay asked how the week since they met had been for him. "It was good," Doug replied, taking a sip. The alcohol burned slightly, grounding him. "Just been thinking about our last date a lot." Jay smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah? What about it?" Doug felt his cheeks heat up, but he held Jay's gaze. "Just how much I enjoyed it. How much I enjoyed... you." Jay's smirk widened, and he took a step closer to Doug. "I enjoyed you too, Doug. A lot." He reached out, his fingers brushing against Doug's cheek. "I think we both know where this is headed, don't we?" Doug nodded, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers trailed down his neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Yeah, I think we do." Jay's expression softened, and he took a deep breath. "Before we do, there's something you should know. I'm HIV positive." Doug's heart skipped a beat, but he nodded, understanding the weight of Jay's words. "I'm not, but it's cool with me that you are." Jay's eyes searched Doug's, looking for any hint of hesitation or fear. Finding none, he smiled softly. "Okay then..." Doug leaned in, his lips meeting Jay's in a soft, tender kiss. It was a promise, a seal of their mutual understanding and desire. Jay responded eagerly, his hands tangling in Doug's hair as he deepened the kiss. Doug moaned softly, his body pressing against Jay's, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said, his voice husky with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He followed Jay into the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. The room was bathed in soft light, the bed inviting and promising pleasure. Jay turned to Doug, his eyes dark with lust. He reached out, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Doug's shirt, revealing the lean muscles underneath. Doug's hands trembled slightly as he reached for Jay's shirt, pulling it over his head. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the biohazard tattoo under Jay's navel, a symbol of his status and his openness about it. It was a turn-on, a testament to Jay's confidence and comfort in his own skin. Jay smirked, noticing Doug's gaze. He chuckled, his hands moving to Doug's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. Doug stepped out of them, his cock already hard and straining against his underwear. Jay hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down as well, freeing Doug's cock. It sprang out, thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Jay's eyes darkened with desire, and he dropped to his knees, his lips wrapping around the head of Doug's cock. Doug gasped, his fingers tangling in Jay's silver hair as he was enveloped in the warm, wet heat of Jay's mouth. Jay's tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and tasting, before he took more of Doug's length into his mouth. Doug moaned, his hips bucking slightly as Jay's mouth worked magic on his cock. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his stomach. But Jay pulled back, his lips leaving Doug's cock with a soft pop. "I want to see your ass," Jay said, his voice rough with desire. He stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's chest, his stomach, before hooking into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them all the way down. Doug stepped out of them, his ass bare and exposed to Jay's hungry gaze. Jay's fingers traced the curve of Doug's ass, teasing and tantalizing. He leaned in, his tongue swiping over Doug's hole, making him gasp and shudder. Jay chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through Doug. He reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small vial of poppers. "Here, take this," he said, handing it to Doug. Doug took it, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it and took a deep inhale. The rush hit him almost immediately, his body relaxing, his hole loosening. Jay's tongue swiped over his hole again, and Doug moaned, the pleasure intensified by the poppers. Jay stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's back, making him shiver. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He turned around, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he bent over, presenting his ass to Jay. He heard the sounds of Jay applying lube to his cock and then to Doug's hole. He could feel Jay's cock, hard and thick, pressing against his hole. He was grateful there had been no discussion of condoms. Jay pushed in slowly, his cock stretching Doug's hole, filling him inch by inch. Doug gasped, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady sensation. Jay's cock was thick, stretching him in a way that made his toes curl. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock sliding deeper into Doug's ass. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Jay groaned, his hips starting to move, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's ass. Doug moaned, the pleasure building with each thrust. He could feel Jay's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Jay moved Doug through a number of different positions. While on his back, Doug couldn't help staring at Jay's biohazard tat as he thrust into him. Doug had been fucked by poz undetectable guys before, in fact that's mostly who he got fucked by these days however infrequently that was. But he hadn't been fucked by a guy with an overt poz themed tat. It definitely added to the arousal. Their ultimate position was back to doggie style. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Doug could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing with need. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it in time with Jay's thrusts. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, his body trembling with the need to cum. Jay's cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock head sliding into Doug's second ring. Doug gasped, Jay's cock was stretching him in a way that made him see stars, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. "I'm getting close," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Where should I cum?" Doug moaned, his body trembling with need. "Inside me, if you want" he gasped, his fingers stroking his cock faster, his body throbbing with need. "Oh, I want" Jay groaned, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel Jay's cock throbbing, his cum filling him, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slowing as he emptied himself into Doug's ass. Doug then started jerking himself, turned on by the raw cock still in his hole and the cum it had deposited there. He gasped, his own cum spilling over his fingers, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. Jay's fingers traced down Doug's chest, his stomach. "That was hot," he said, his voice soft and tender. Doug nodded, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yeah, it was." They lay there in silence, the weight of what they had just shared hanging heavy in the air. Doug could feel Jay's cum dripping from his ass, a reminder of their intimate connection. He felt a sense of contentment, a sense of rightness that he hadn't felt in a long time. But as he lay there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense of longing for more. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "I should probably get going," he said, his voice reluctant. Jay nodded, his fingers tracing down Doug's cheek. "Yeah, I guess so." Doug stood up, his body still trembling slightly as he pulled on his clothes. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "Thank you for tonight," he said, his voice sincere. Jay smiled, his eyes warm and affectionate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice soft and tender. Doug walked out of the apartment, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the night air on his skin, the cool breeze sending shivers down his spine. He made his way home, walked into his apartment and collapsed onto his bed, his body still trembling, his body spent and satisfied, but his mind filled with thoughts of Jay and particularly sex with Jay.

Doug's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen where Jay's profile glowed back at him. He had seen this face before, many times, on a different site—one where the intentions were raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of hunger that made Doug's stomach tighten. But that was the other Jay, the one with the biohazard tattoo above his cock, the versatile top who didn't shy away from the words "poz undetectable" or "bareback." This Jay, the one on the dating site, was softer somehow, though the silver hair and beard were the same, and the confident smirk played at the edges of his lips in just the same way. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers finally moving. You're thinking of trying dating again? he typed, then deleted it. Too eager. He tried again. I noticed you're open to whatever. That's... refreshing. He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The reply came faster than he expected. Open to whatever is putting it mildly. But yes, dating. Maybe. If the right person asks. Doug's pulse quickened. He could practically hear Jay's voice, low and rough, like gravel under boots. He typed back, Dinner? Tomorrow? and then added, Somewhere quiet. Jay's response was immediate. Perfect. There's a place on 9th. Small, dim lighting. Good wine. Doug's cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of that voice murmuring over a glass of red wine. He sent the address of the restaurant and the time, then leaned back in his chair, already imagining the way Jay's beard would brush against his clean-shaven jaw when they kissed. The restaurant was exactly as Jay had described it—small, intimate, with low lighting that cast shadows across the tables. Doug arrived early, his hands wrapped around a glass of water he didn't really want. He had dressed carefully, in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, the fabric just tight enough to hint at the definition beneath. He wanted Jay to look at him and see something worth touching. When Jay walked in, Doug's breath caught. The man was even more striking in person—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair catching the dim light. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Doug immediately. Doug stood, his chair scraping slightly against the floor, and Jay's lips curved into a smile as he approached. "You're taller than I expected," Jay said, his voice a low rumble as he extended a hand. Doug took it, the grip firm and warm. "You're not." Jay's laugh was rich, deep. "Fair enough." He sat down, his movements fluid, confident. The waiter appeared, and Jay ordered a bottle of wine without glancing at the menu, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. Doug watched those fingers, imagining them tracing down his chest, lower, wrapping around his cock. He shifted slightly in his seat, his jeans suddenly too tight. "So," Jay said, leaning back as the waiter poured the wine. "Tell me something about you that isn't on your profile." Doug swallowed, his throat dry. "I run. Marathons, usually." Jay's eyes flicked over him, appreciative. "Explains the body." Doug felt his face heat. "And you?" "I lift." Jay's hand moved to his glass, his bicep flexing slightly beneath the sleeve of his shirt. "And I'm good with my hands." Doug's cock throbbed at the innuendo, at the way Jay's gaze held his, unflinching. He took a sip of wine, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "I bet you are." Jay's smile widened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Doug's wrist. "I think we're going to get along just fine." The conversation flowed easier after that, though Doug's skin remained warm everywhere Jay's eyes lingered. They talked about books, about travel, about the way the city had changed over the years. Jay's phone buzzed a few times, and each time he glanced at it, his fingers moving quickly over the screen as he responded. Doug tried not to let it bother him, but the third time it happened, his jaw tightened slightly. Jay noticed, of course. He set his phone down, his expression apologetic. "Work. I'm sorry." Doug waved a hand. "It's fine." Jay's fingers curled around his wrist again, his thumb rubbing lightly over Doug's pulse point. "It's not. But I promise, I'm here now." Doug's irritation melted under the touch, under the intensity of Jay's gaze. "Okay." Jay's smile returned, slow and deliberate. "Good boy." The words sent a shiver down Doug's spine, his cock hardening further. He wanted to be good for Jay. He wanted to be anything Jay wanted. The walk back to Jay's place was quiet, the night air cool against Doug's heated skin. They walked close, their shoulders brushing, and every so often, Jay's hand would graze against his, sending sparks through his body. When they reached Jay's building, Doug turned to face him, his heart pounding. Jay stepped into his space, his hand cupping Doug's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice rough. Doug's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as Jay's thumb pressed lightly against them. "I want—" "I know what you want," Jay interrupted, his voice low, commanding. He leaned in, his lips capturing Doug's in a kiss that was slow at first, then deepened, his tongue sliding against Doug's, tasting him. Doug moaned softly, his hands gripping Jay's hips, pulling him closer. Jay's hand slid down, his fingers digging into Doug's ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Doug's lips. "I want to see you again." Doug's fingers flexed against Jay's hips, his body aching for more. "When?" "Soon." Jay's lips quirked, and he leaned in again. Doug's cock jerked, his body trembling slightly at the promise. "Yes, please." Jay chuckled, low and dark, and stepped back, his hand lingering on Doug's ass for a moment longer before he turned and walked into his building, leaving Doug standing there, his lips swollen and his cock painfully hard, already counting the hours until he could see Jay again.

This is the first of many amazing hookups. My husband and I are monogamous, well, at least he thinks so. My urge to meet man and have sex and having all and any loads fill my hole is insatiable. he left town for three weeks, seeing that I was already in Fort Lauderdale. I decided that I needed to share my hole with anyone who wanted it, I planned for months in advance for this escapade, purchasing bottles of poppers, silicone, lube, butt plugs, jock straps, and and really large dildos. I booked a hotel that was close to the airport, one that would be sure to bring me a lot of single and horny men. It did not disappoint. I set up parties online inviting anyone who wanted to fuck Sniffies was easily my best friend. Of course I placed my sex ads on grinder as well as Adam for Adam. I set up parties online inviting anyone who wanted to fuck Sniffies was easily my best friend. Of course I placed my sex ads on grinder as well as Adam for Adam. 1st Man Immediately, once my husband said goodbye, and jumped into the shuttle, I was off of work, I decided to get myself cleaned up and arrange meet ups in the hotel room. they went to the room and started chatting with several men, the first one to arrive was a hairy, middle-aged, burly, white guy, the door was left the jar for anyone wishing to fuck, he came into the room and immediately grabbed me by the waist, we were kissing really hard while we undressed, he done push me onto the bed and eat my ass, letting his tongue go as deep as it possibly could, I laid there, moaning and groaning and huffing on my poppers. I was a puddle under his enormous frame. He held the back of my neck down with his hand as he rose up, and then began pushing his very fat cock against my hole. There was some resistance initially, but I huffed those poppers and he slither right into me, I was in hog heaven, as he began slowly fucking my ass once he was able to get deep into me he pulled out, made me flip over onto my back and then slid right in again my legs are wrapped around him as I held onto his back I had chewed on my lips. You fucked me in that position for quite some time on my ass was getting pretty loose, heroes up, held my legs, and then proceeded to jackhammer fuck me. I could feel my own cum building in my stomach and before you know it, I was pissing myself and coming at the same time. My hole was a wrecked mess as I was so loose drooling lube everywhere, he pulled his cock back out, tease my hole, and I could hear the slippery slushy wet sounds of his cock hitting my open rosebud he pushes right back in and starts fucking me very hard as I’m cumming you don’t tell me he’s about to shoot his load into my hole while his b belly greeted against mine, and my cum got sticky in his fur. I was begging him for it blue deep inside my guts, and then slowly pulled out of me. I could feel his cum running out of my hole.. And then I felt his finger followed by two and then three soon enough, he was attempting to fist me as I lay there again huffing more poppers. I was able to get until four fingers deep on a portion of his knuckles he pulled his fingers out of my ass and then force it into my throat where I happily sucked and cleaned every one of his fingers of my ass juice and his cum. He decided he was done and I needed a break, without wiping up he pulls his underwear up, slaps my ass and says thank you within 30 seconds he’s out the door

Chapter 6: Secrets That Endanger Us Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor Lobby. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:52 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Maybe we should divide and conquer in teams,” Elias suggested. “The sooner we’re out of here, the better. Something about this whole thing is just giving me a bad feeling.” “It would be a good idea to find security, see if we can locate Sticks through the cameras,” Tex suggested. “And we might avoid a trap if weren't running around in the dark here.” “Agreed. Pixel… Patch… you both go with Zero upstairs and retrieve whatever data you can. Knowing Krell, this is some nasty stuff we’re working with. Tex, you and Stag stay here on the main level, see if you can find a security office and get in there. I know Krell wants eyes on the operation, but we need them more than he does. Reaper, you and Lockjaw are with me on the lower levels.” The men all nodded save for Stag, who had a bitter expression on his face. Quickly, the teams broke apart, and split up. Gravestone continued to issue his orders. “Lockjaw, you’re on point. Reaper and I need to discuss some operational stuff. We’ll be right behind you. Just take it slow, understood soldier?” Lockjaw let out a nervous nod, quickly moving ahead of them and exploring the first floor of the basement. “Think that’s really a wise idea letting him go off alone?” Elais asked, nodding his head at Lockjaw who had already sped ahead of them and entered the room glancing around. “He needs to burn off the anxiety,” Gravestone signed, checking his weapon nonchalantly. “He seems to be taking Barlow's disappearance pretty hard.” “Yeah, I don’t think Stag being his normal asshole self helped it,” Elias sighed, his voice soft in the quiet and dim hallway. “I tried to talk the Major down, but I’m not sure how much it helped.” “Anything I need to know about?” Gravestone said, stopping outside the door and watching Lockjaw almost feverishly look under every table. “Not really my place to tell you, sir,” Elias said, his shoulders slumping in anticipation of having to break the delicate trust he had just built with Lockjaw. “I told him I wouldn’t say anything until he was ready.” “Let me guess, the two have been a lot more than just fuck buddies,” Gravestone groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Damn it. Knew I should have addressed it back when I found out.” Elais stopped walking and stared at Gravestone in shock. “Jesus… You knew?!” Elais whispered harshly, making sure to only say it loud enough for only Gravestone to hear. “For being an elite squad dealing with covert operations, you boys really don’t know how to hide shit from a commanding officer,” Gravestone said quietly and smiling, letting out a slight laugh as he looked over at Elias. “I found out about that months ago. Almost as long as your little elopement with that husband of yours.” “It was that obvious?” Elias asked, feeling stupid for how easily Gravestone was seeing through everyone’s lies. “Eh, granted, I’ve been in the game for a long time and know the signs,” Gravestone said, shrugging as they moved forward, Lockjaw oblivious to their discussion with his sole attention on finding Sticks. “But you all really have to do better on covering your tracks. Especially those two.” “Do I even want to know?” Elias asked, wondering if it was anything like what he’d walked into in the hotel the night before. “Well, I know they both like it rough. Sticks is a moaner, and apparently Lockjaw is hung like a horse,” Gravestone said, counting off each fact on his fingers. “And they love hooking up in the bathrooms at HQ. Makes for an interesting experience when you’re trying to use the head.” “Please don’t tell him, sir… he’s kind of on a wire trigger right now,” Elias said, watching as Lockjaw quickly exited one room and moved on to the next with renewed haste. “Seriously don’t know why you all seem intent on hiding it from me,” Gravestone said, shaking his head. “Do I really give off the vibe of being a homophobe or something? Even my own kid tried to hide it from me, only to accidentally walk in on one of his sleepovers with a friend of his. I guess his boyfriend now…” “Um… well.. No… I don’t think it’s that, sir,” Elias said, somewhat shocked at the abnormally relaxed demeanor from his commanding officer. He struggled for a second to explain. “It’s more of not wanting to disappoint you, I think,” Elias explained. “You’re kind of like the dad a lot of people wanted growing up. Strict, but fair. Not wanting to see failure and demanding better, but within reason. I know I’ve only been on the team for a short while, but they really seem to respect you and look up to you.” “Well, I guess that’s nice to hear,” Gravestone said, watching as Lockjaw picked the pace up even faster, muttering under his breath as he went. “Denise said the same thing about Mason, you know? He begged her not to tell me.” The conversation was cut short as they turned the corner, seeing Lockjaw frozen in place, staring at the ground. ----------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, 2nd Floor Chemicals Lab. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:58 MST. 30-OCT-20XX PIxel, Patch and Zero quickly explored the two floors, peeking into the rooms as they walked. “Do you think Sticks is okay?” Patch asked, checking the large, mostly empty lab as they slowly made their way back up the stairs to Pixel’s field computer. “I mean, kinda freaky that he went radio silent.” “Well, it is a bit odd for him,” Pixel replied. “Could be he just broke his radio, maybe?” “And what was with Lockjaw flipping out like that,” Patch continued, walking out of the room with Pixel as they walked, the almost ghostly presence of Zero lost on the two as they walked. “Seriously, have no idea on that?” Pixel laughed, looking at him skeptically as they walked. “I thought my people were repressed when it came to this.” “What do you mean, repressed?” Patch said, stopping for a second and staring at Pixel. “Haven’t you noticed how close Lockjaw and Sticks are?” Pixel said, looking over at Patch incredulously. “It’s kind of obvious.” “Well, I mean that makes sense. They’re really good friends,” Patch replied, confused. “I mean, Sticks is like everyone’s little brother.” “Meongcheonghan baeg-innom…” Pixel groaned, rolling his eyes at Pixel. “You are seriously that clueless, man? Anyone with eyes can see it.” “Stupid white guy indeed,” Zero said, causing the two to jump, having forgotten momentarily about him as they entered the stairwell. “I’m not stupid!” Patch exclaimed, looking back at the two as they climbed the stairs. “What is it that I’m missing that you two geniuses can see?” “I can not even with you…” Pixel sighed, gripping the hand rail as they climbed. “Zero, care to fill in our resident idiot?” Wordlessly, Zero closed one fist and extended his index finger, before shoving it into the hole of his fist repeatedly in pistoning motion. “Aw man… you’re both a couple of [banned word],” Patch groaned, rolling his eyes before climbing the stairs again. “Nunchiga eopda,” Zero said, looking at Pixel before shaking his head. “Come on guys, you know I don’t know that much Korean yet,” Patch moaned. “What the hell are you saying?” “Should have done the Duolingo like I told you,” Pixel laughed, opening the door and holding it for the two other men. “He’s calling you clueless. Which you are.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Patch said, bending over slightly catching his breath looking up and down the hall. “This is the floor, right? Getting tired of climbing those stairs.” “You know Sticks and I are best friends, right?” Pixel sighed, walking calmly down the hall. “So usually we bunk together. Most of the time, they think they’re being clever, but I’ve definitely caught him and Lockjaw hooking up when they thought I was asleep.” “Same,” Zero said, staring at Patch with a blank expression. “Oh ha.. ha…” Patch said, looking at the two before briskly walking down the hall. “What’s the next thing you’re going to say? Tex and Reaper are close, too. Does that make them a couple?” “Well, they are always hanging out together, so you never know…” Pixel teased. Suddenly, Pixel stopped short, pointing at the door to the lab where his equipment was. Zero suddenly stood at alert several yards behind them, looking around and holding his weapon at the ready. “Woah… What in the actual fuck?” Patch said softly, looking at the now-destroyed remains of the doorway, looking as though the door itself had been ripped from the frame and tossed aside. The window of the door had shattered and showered the entire hall with broken glass. Pixel silently pushed Patch to the side against the wall before holding his finger up to silence him. The sound of something large clattering around in the lab broke the sudden silence as Patch cautiously took a peek into the room. Ragged breathing and a deep growl echoed out of the room, much like a hungry dog eating food. A large, dark figure was in the room, its face buried in Pixel’s discarded bag, left there in a hurry as they tried to chase after Sticks earlier in the night. The creature’s nearly pitch black skin glistened in the dim light of the lab, the glow of the computer casting harsh shadows on the walls and giving its skin a sickly sheen. A trail of clear slime was puddled around it as its chest heaved quickly. Two large horn-like growths came out of its head. Pulling its head out of the now emptied bag, it looked blankly up at the ceiling and around the room, its face pulled back in an almost evil grimace, rows of needle sharp teeth, saliva drooling out at a startling pace. The creature gave a massive huffing sniff of the air as Patch quickly pulled his head back and clamped his mouth closed. “What is it?” Pixel mouthed, causing Patch to vigorously shake his head no. Slowly, Pixel then looked around the doorframe, before quickly hugging his body back against the wall as well, taking in the same sight as Patch. Zero slowly started to walk forward when both men motioned at him to stop. Gently, the two began to extract themselves from the wall when suddenly a large piece of glass snapped under Pixel’s foot, the sound permeating the silence. Suddenly, the monster let out a bloodcurdling scream growl before crashing through the destroyed door frame as the three men suddenly took off running down the hallway. —------ Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor Lobby. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:58 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “I thought you were supposed to be kind of a genius when it came to locks,” Tex said, watching as Stag continued to struggle to unlock the door to the security room. “Bunch of fucking incompetent fags…” Stag muttered, still angry at being called out by the men earlier. “Come on, you fucking piece of shit, open up already…” “Wow, kiss your mother with that mouth?” Tex said, annoyed at the sheer level of homophobia he’d had to endure so far tonight. “Here, move. Let me give it a try.” “No, but I’m sure you kiss your boyfriend’s cock with yours,” Stag said, tossing the tools away in frustration. He stood up and made space for Tex to try his luck at the stubborn lock. “Wow… great comeback there, Champ,” Tex said, sighing as he bent over to pick the tools up before crouching in front of the door. “Well, if you could tell your fucking prissy-assed boyfriend to lay off my ass, I’d appreciate it,” Stag said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, quickly lighting one. “Wow, real professional there,” Tex said, looking over briefly at Stag before turning his attention back to the lock. “Gravestone is going to rip you a new asshole if he sees you doing that.” “Awww… you gonna go crying to your boyfriend and daddy? Like I care.” Stag said mockingly, blowing the smoke towards Tex. Waving the smoke away from his face, Tex rolled his eyes and went back to work. “Your funeral, I guess,” Tex muttered, turning his attention fully to the lock and smiling as he felt a few of the pins click into place. “What, you don’t like that? I figured a prissy-ass like you would love it,” Stag sneered, annoyed at the lack of rise out of Tex. “Oh yeah man, you know it. Almost got the…” Tex said lamely, grinning as the last pins fell into place and the door unlocked. “Got it.” Standing up, he opened the door and gestured for Stag to enter. “After you, Prince Charming.” Taking one last drag, Stag dropped the smoldering cigarette to the floor and ground it out with his boot. “Fucking showoff…” Stag muttered as he entered, intentionally slamming his shoulder into Tex as he walked through. Tex simply shook his head in resignation as he followed Stag to the large bay of monitors, showing various cameras. The two men stood in front of the wide row of over 40 camera feeds, slowly taking note of each area. “Heads up, Commander, we got access to the security room,” Tex said, scanning the screens as he tried to find the detached members of the team. “Copy. Stand by, we found something,” Reaper’s voice said on the radio. Looking at the various labels, Tex noticed a sudden flurry of activity on one of the screens. He watched as three men went running down a hall, something large and black chasing after them in hot pursuit. “Oh shit… what is that thing?!” Tex exclaimed, pointing at the screen as the immense figure exited the frame. “That’s a tv screen, dumbass,” Stag said, annoyed as he looked where Tex was pointing. “No, just… god damn it… keep watching, something’s chasing Patch, Pixel and Zero,” Tex insisted. The two men stood and watched the screens for a few moments before they saw their men enter a lab, two of them quickly locking the door and staring at the door in disbelief. “Oh shit… what the fuck is that?” Stag said, watching the next screen as a massive black creature began to slam against the door. “What in the fuck were they creating here?!” Tex said, unable to look away. —--------- “Shit shit shit shit…” Patch breathed out, doubled over from the escape the three had made, his heart pounding as he stared in abject horror at the creature through the safety glass of the door. “What in the actual fuck is that?” Pixel yelled, aiming his tranquilizer gun at the door in the dimly lit room. “That was NOT on the mission brief!” “Door isn’t going to hold forever,” Zero said, interrupting the two men’s disbelief as he climbed on to the cabinets in the corner, pushing up on one of the large ceiling tiles before shining a flashlight up into the space surrounding it. “We need higher ground.” Slowly, he climbed in, before holding a hand out to the other two, beckoning towards them to follow suit. “We are so fucked,” Patch said, looking over at the door, still holding strong at the slams from the monster, thankful to have some sort of layer between them and the creature. “Please tell me one of you packed something stronger than tranqs? Like some actual bullets.” “Come up, guys!” “Mission called for just some lab people in here, not…. THAT…” Pixel said, shaking his head in response. “What in the fuck were they working on here?” Suddenly, the room was cast into darkness, lit only by a single red exit sign. The sound of a lock releasing on the door echoed in the sudden silence, causing all three to turn their attention to the door. Patch and Pixel quickly ran to the door in an effort to hold the door close when it suddenly slammed open, sending both men back. Zero watched in horror as Patch’s head hit the nearby counter with a sickening thwack, and Pixel was sent spinning, his shoulder having been clipped as the door impacted it. Both men hit the ground hard, with Pixel immediately screaming out in pain as his now dislocated shoulder hit the ground, and Patch letting out a pained groan. Suddenly, three large inky black creatures entered the room, two of them pinning Pixel and Patch down as the third took in the surroundings in the lab, sniffing the air in anticipation. As silently as he could, Zero slowly lifted himself the rest of the way into the rafters, gently replacing the ceiling tile behind him. He quickly climbed across the dark space, his flashlight shaking as crouched in fear as he carefully measured each step, fearing at any moment the delicate suspension system would fail and send him crashing down into the room below. Pixel screamed as Zero imagined the monster was roughly moving him, his cries cut short as a wet sounding splat hit something. A second wet sound echoed with a muffled sound as he made his way across the space, finally stopping at where he guessed the two men were. Zero’s heartbeat pounded in his ears as he slowly lifted one of the tiles, looking down at the scene below him. His imagination only offered the worst, expecting to see two large puddles of blood spreading from the men, their throats slit much like the mission he’d been on years ago, the monsters ripping his two teammates to shreds as the life leaked out of their mortal wounds. Instead, what he was met with defied logic and sent a cold shiver down his spine. He watched in abject horror as each man was straddled by a large creature, their faces covered in saliva from the creature above them, coating their faces as they weakly tried to fight off their attackers. The two creatures let out happy growls, looking at each other briefly before turning their attention back to their prey. The third creature let out an angered screaming growl as it searched the room, presumably at Zero’s sudden disappearance. Closing his eyes for a moment, Zero took several deep breaths, willing himself to calm down from the sudden surge of adrenaline, preparing himself for another fight, feeling as his hands continued to shake in fear. Looking back down again, he watched as each of the creatures slowly stripped the clothing from his comrades, slicing away with almost surgical precision any offending piece of clothing they couldn't easily remove. Pixel let out a pained moan, his face in a grimace, as the creature on top of him moved his arm, the limb now sitting at an unnatural position, likely broken or at the minimum dislocated out of its socket. The creature quickly sent another volley of thick saliva into his face, silencing him as he laid back, a glazed blank expression now on his face. Zero covered his mouth, fighting back a gasp as he watched the two men’s pants being pulled down and off, in one shared swift motion as each creature began sniffing and rubbing their faces in each men’s crotch. One of them arched its head back, letting out a happy growl before starting to lick and suck on Pixel’s now hard cock, causing Pixel to suddenly smile, his eyes rolling back in his head. Zero looked over at Patch, who was now flipped over, letting out a happy moan as the creature began to take long leisurely licks on the man’s hole, its bifurcated tongue lazily lapping around the puckered flesh. Patch let out a surprised gasp as the tongue began to breach his hole, saliva dripping obscenely in a puddle underneath him. Apparently satisfied at his preparation, the human-shaped creature began to crawl up his body, before quickly plunging his long inky black penis deep into Patch’s ass in one quick jab. Zero forced himself to try and look away at the sudden invasion, instead watching as Pixel’s legs were pushed over his head, the creature on top of him now doing the same, preparing him for entry as well. For a brief moment, Pixel and Zero locked eyes, the Asian man’s face relaxed in a happy drugged-out smile, his pupils black pools as whatever substance was in the saliva caused them to relax. He let out a pained gasp as the creature above him quickly breached his ass as well. Zero found himself unable to look away, much like a person who is unable to watch as a car accident occurred in front of them. Suddenly, both creatures began to speak, the deep growling voices causing the hair on the back of his neck to raise. “Good…. So tight and warm,” the creature on top of Pixel said, quickly beginning to fuck the man in hard fast jabs, the smell of the saliva now reaching the rafters as Zero forced his hand over his nose at the offending scent. “Must… infect…” the creature inside of Patch growled, saliva drooling down its face as it, too, began to fuck its prey. Patch’s virgin hole resisted the intrusion, but the saliva performed its magic, and within seconds, Patch’s anus gave up the fight and relaxed completely. Slowly, the third creature began to edge in on the other two, eliciting a scream growl from the other two. “Mine!” the first creature said, swiping the air near the third creature. “No! Get your own. Must be nearby…” the second creature said while protectively cradling Pixel in its arms. Frustrated, the third creature backed away and began sniffing the room before giving up and lumbering back out the ruined lab door. The two creatures momentarily watched as their fellow creature left before going back to their previous machinations, fucking each of their prey hard and fast, eliciting happy moans from each of the men. Brackish liquid began to puddle under each of the men. Slowly, Zero grabbed his previously forgotten sidearm and carefully took aim at one of the creatures, forcing his arm to steady as he took aim. Doing the mental math, he kept coming up unsure if he would be able to take both of the creatures out before the third returned to investigate, or if the tranquilizer darts would even be effective against them. Deciding not to risk it and his hiding position, he decided to hold off, only being willing to change his mind if one of the creatures tried to kill one of his teammates. I can’t save them right now… Zero thought to himself, feeling tears stream down his cheeks, thinking back to that same helpless feeling he had years ago when he’d been cornered behind enemy lines. I can’t risk exposing myself and being in the same position they are. I can’t. Not again. He lowered his sidearm, and replaced it in the holster. Suddenly, one of the creatures began to spasm, likely coming to completion as it let out a roar. Black liquid seeped out of Pixel’s ass, likely overflowing with the fluid. Almost as if egged on by the sounds of its companion, the other creature also began to spasm and jerk, almost tenderly gripping Patch’s relaxed form against it. Slowly, the smiler pulled out of Pixel’s now sleeping form as it began to lick around his groin, cleaning the remains of Pixel’s load, shot during the ordeal. The creature almost seemed to be relishing the taste as it did so, much to Zero’s ever-increasing horror. The other creature slowly withdrew from Patch, doing the same to the puddle of cum underneath, gently rubbing along Patch’s naked body as it did so. After a short while, both creatures gently gathered each man up, grabbing their clothing in the process before carrying them out of the room, leaving a shell-shocked Zero to grapple with what he had just seen. The only remains of what had occurred were two thick black puddles on the ground and a destroyed door off to the side.

Last night. Nice hook-up with a guy and his partner. I went out, needed to socialize. Struck up a conversation at the bar, totally random. I seemed to hit it off with them. After a couple of drinks, I invited them back to my place. Nice session lasted a couple of hours. Lots of deep fucking and breeding all around.

I am into open relationship only. When I was with my first BF, we had sex with other guys together. And when I was not with him, I encouraged him to play with others and tell me the details after. I don't mind my partner playing with others, as long as he doesn't lie to me. Sex is sex. We may fuck with others and come home to share the stories.

Man 4 A self-described sex positive black man reaches out to me, he has an average length cock, but above average thickness. Think about 6 1/2 x 7 1/2 thick I wasn’t thrilled as this would mean he would stretch me out good and deep. . Think about 6 1/2 x 7 1/2 thick I wasn’t thrilled as this would mean he would stretch me out good and deep. He gets to my room and we instantly began making out, I must’ve pushed the floor and made to suck his extra extra thick, big black cock. I’m slowly doing this while drooling everywhere, he holds the poppers up to my nostrils and makes me take deep breath as he did some also. He pulls me up by my shoulders, pushes me onto the bed and starts eating my hairy and sweaty armpits while fingering my hole.. Eventually, he starts, kissing me again and this that he flips me onto my belly and then lays onto my back and forcefully pushes his cock inside of my hole. . Eventually, he starts, kissing me again and this that he flips me onto my belly and then lays onto my back and forcefully pushes his cock inside of my hole. I was not ready for this. and I could feel my whole tearing as he’s pushing into me the poppers keep my head swirling, but I didn’t care about the pain. I just wanted him to fuck me as he needed to. I could feel his sweat falling all over my back as he pushed into my hole and stretched wide. I laid there with my legs spread open so he can get as deep as he needed, and I begged him to fuck me as deep as he wanted. He held the bottle up to my nose once more, one place his arm around my neck and began slowly restricting my breathing while he was pounding me relentlessly it was one of the best feelings I’ve ever had his grip around. My neck got tighter as he shoved his cock into my asshole, I was in hog heaven, begging for him to breed me as soon enough, he started growling and pushing deep into my ass, and I could feel him pulsing, kind of shooting his load into my hungry hole. He pulls out of me, flicked me over and makes me clean his cock with my mouth. I can taste blood ass juice and cum even gets up, washes his cock in my sink gets stressed and leaves.

AuthWhores note: Fear not, I love this story as it has taken me over and has me addicted to the thread. I am obviously a nutcase for running two stories at once. But some things that occur to me but will not work in one thread seem to fit right into the other. - So it is possible, very possible that someone is pulling my strings (or I am a sock puppet for a powerful being). The ends have already been written, spinoffs mapped, but I have a lot of dots to connect before then. I plan to have a nice pause point in the can before I go to California for Labor Day. Cali is a technical heaven but I do not know what hotspot coverage is like near Big Bear. Watch the skies! S4 Sticky Situation - continued: I had planned to take it easy on Sunday. It was 7 days till homecoming weekend, the next week was going to be hectic. I had left the alarm off, stashed a granola bar under my pillow, and after previous trips to the Forbidden Fairy Forrest where I was so sore I found it difficult to move, I had a wide mouth piss bottle under the bed Originally for Tea (the cold Kind) it was a useful tool to help avoiding pissing the bed when I was wacked out or coming down from the other T in my life. I was aware of pain, lots of pain I cried out in anguish and levitated up out of the bed Barry’s teeth scraping my cock which made me yell even louder. A startled Barry was Looking at me like a Racoon caught in the trash can. “What were you doing to me”? I blurted. Barry's response was a smooth “Ty told me to take care of you and I was sort of looking for another sperm bank deposit, but I could not get it hard”. I replied “No Kidding, it was tired and had retired for the night. I don’t know if it will ever work again”! My heart calmed some. At least I was not being eaten alive by a serial killer and I shuddered remembering fleeting scraps of a nightmare on that exact topic. Is that the only reason you are in my room? “Well, Barry replied, you know my friend Frank, you met him in the shower the other day, well, we have been sucking each other off but he wants to get fucked and…I thought of you. I looked at Barry’s stubby little dick. It was cute as a button, but I now saw the problem. “Are you pimping me out Barry”? “No, No, nothing like that, I am a total Bottom and not equipped to Top. He has had nothing up his butt except my finger, just helping out a Teammate of Ty’s”. I asked does he know you call him that”? Barry gulped and corrected to Tyrone. “Alright, but he has to say so and it cannot be before Wednesday” now get out of here. I grabbed a towel and padded to the showers. I was planning what was left of my day, there were going to be two papers due at then Semesters end plus finals. The next week and a half were going to be hectic so I would lay in the sun on the quad for an hour or two and start the outlines. One thing was for sure; college was weird. I walked like an old man that Monday, but things started loosening up after a visit to the Hydrotherapy Bay. Coaches warning did not merit a thought. I could not get enough of a rise to wank. Monday night I was feeling very unbalanced. My cock still wanted nothing to do with me, but my ass was loudly exclaiming its need for seed. When Ralph swaggered in from wherever. I asked him if he would do me a solid? Sure he replied. I knelt down, bulled down his shorts and started sucking. As I paused to get some air, I used my breaths to also utter – would you please fuck my brains out? And dived back down. Ralph said “I’m newer than you to this gay thing but is this normal? I could not help laughing and he uttered a wait! And popped his load. I released his load back onto his cock as nice as the load would have tasted, flipped into a missionary position and grabbed my ankles. “Please” was my plea. OK, if you insist. His cumload lubed a quick breach of my hole and he started thrusting. Ralph continued, “You know, even for gay roommates, this has to be pretty abnormal”. As he picked up the pace. “You know, I have never heard of a laughing hummer but it was rather nice. I replied just please shut up and fuck. It took him a bit for his second load, but he eventually unloaded with a shout. (had he been seeding elsewhere earlier?) Ralph, it’s not like were dating, but would you like to be my Plus1 at the Black Frats Friday and Saturday after homecoming festivities and the games? “Sure, let me know. Rooming with you is never boring”. He grabbed a Towel and headed to the showers. By the time Tuesday night rolled around and I had again melted my muscles in the Hydrotherapy Bay I had concluded I might just survive the Semester. Wednesday Morning I not only felt balanced, but it seems my pecker might be returning to normal. I had Morning Wood! Cheerfully, I had a spring in my step as I went to the cafeteria for breakfast. A lot of students were skipping classes this close to homecoming, but I decided it would be foolish to skip. As I sat in class, my sexual drive was repairing itself and finding new hunger. I recalled Barry and I had arranged a date for my Stud Services which still made me a little uncomfortable. Damn, I had forgotten to let Ralph know.. Well, maybe we could tag team. Barry might have a little pecker but was blessed with a fuckably tight ass and a golden mouth. I was a little curious about his tongue. I might just have to demand a RIM fee. I felt my hole throb with my pulse. I might just flip fuck Frank as well; he had a decent sized cock. The week was looking up! A little Hydrotherapy and I was walking to the showers with a boner and noticed several of the coaching staff throwing frowns in my direction. I apologized and said it just had a mind of its own. I went to my locker and dressed. I trotted back over to the dorms and looked for Ralph. I told him I have a ‘date’ tonight but he was welcome to join in. I had messaged Barry he would need to provide any favors as a discussion between Frank and himself. I was providing the charity from my Balls and might demand more than just a tight ass in return. When Barry and Frank arrived, the room was crowded with Ralph and myself already semi-hard. Frank was fidgety and nervous. Both had on running shorts and nothing else. I told both of them they were overdressed and as their shorts dropped, I realized I should have specified they also wear jocks. Well, I was not an expert. The Poz Parties followed some obscure criteria, and the Fairy gatherings were cum as you are. I directed Barry to rim Frank while Frank was lightly sucking Ralph. Frank was now receiving his ass rimming doggy style. I was careful to not overstimulate myself willing my load would go where no man had gone before. Nominally, my first Virgin. Barry had messaged me they would not be using favors first round. Frank was going in eyes wide open. I put a dollop of Elbow Grease on my rod as Barry moved aside but repositioned to watch and record video with his phone. My ass had many miles on it, but as a Top, it was amateur hour. It is understandable that I would not pass on guidance I had never learned, so rather than telling Frank to push out, I hilted as if I was entering an experienced ass. As Frank howled. Ralph said “easy Richard, hold it there a minute and let him get used to it”. Franks incoherent muttering notched down to groans and moans. I started slow thrusting. Straight males rarely cared where a girls buttons were. As a gay man, I was at least aware where the male buttons were. I adjusted my angle to hit that spot every so often which usually increased Franks vocal volume. I pulled out and said “On your Back”. Frank disengaged from Ralph, flipped over and stated sucking Ralph again. I adjusted his angle with my body weight and reentered locking my arms on his thighs to get the right angle and maximum depth. Love Button impacts were now a pressure event going in and pulling out. I remembered from Burt’s workshops that when you had the angle right, the bottom can be driven senseless by pulling out all the way, yet their hole is correctly positioned for the inward thrust which twangs the ass ring like a harp string. I was thrusting a little faster watching Franks face. I leaned forward his eyes were closed. I kissed him and his eyes popped open and then he startled clenching his ass ring as there was a loud knock on the door. Frank in his new position sucking Ralph froze. Ralph dare not make any sudden moves with a novice cock sucker on his pole, so Barry opened the door, there was quite a crowd in the hallway, the wing RA was standing there in shorts and flipflops. He said please turn your stereo down, people are trying to listen to your show. Frank Came, his hole clenched, I came filling Franks boycunt and Frank gave a muffled yell at whatever reaction or reflex Frank had passed on to Ralph. Barry did not change expression. “Sure thing sir” and there was scattered applause from the hall. Barry turned the stereo down and closed the door muffling the whoops that had started with the applause. …not the end….

It's great to be male because of that disconnection, but this mostly works with sex with men. This is a misnomer because experiences of anonymous sex are filled with emotions, while cruising at a park, or while waiting for anon loads in the darkroom. Maybe because it's sex without the emotion of "love". But I've sometimes felt love when I've taken an anon load at the sauna.

The great thing about being male is that we can easily take the emotion out of sex. I think (in my experience), it has been easy to just get bred and look at it as a transaction between two people. Sometimes even less than that. I know in sex clubs I have been bred and never turned around to see who it was.

I loved having cum in me as I started my work day. Sitting at my desk with that full feeling in your bowels and that little soreness in your hole. Both memories of cock, fucking and cum. By mid morning the pressure to release would take over and I'd head to the men's room. Feeling the semen emptying out of me was bittersweet as it would unleash the memory of getting fucked but of also losing the seed I had craved a few hours before. In addition to the feeling of his seed, there was that intoxicating scent of marinated nutt and ass juices. Morning cum is awesome

Once i was invited by a man and we had sex with his son who was 21. The son was well coached and was a real whore. Great expérience.

Just got back from Wednesday Men’s Club here in Denver (Arts District). Busy day with mostly guys 30+ all shapes, sizes and plenty of tops 😀 Got fucked by at least a dozen (probably closer to 20) different men. My hole was used for about 2 hours with very little interruption. One guy observed that my hole was so sloppy I was easily the Cumdump of the day. One guy fucked the cum out of me and my jock was so wet! Had a well endowed guy cum all over my hole and crack so these two kinky dads could use it for lube. Ended up taking 6 confirmed loads.

Man 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 Headed over to Clubhouse 2 I have never been to this bathhouse before, it was quite a treat. The crowd was very minimal when I got here, I’ve never been here before, so I did not know what to expect. Everyone seemed older, however, that was my demographic. I don’t care how old the person is as long as their cock works and they wanna fuck me I would let them do it. Guy number six was an older Mexican man who got there not too long after I did. I was in one of the dark rooms when he came over I started feeling my lubed hole, I started using Vaseline after the black guy tore me a little, I even put some Analeze to help with the pain. The Mexican guy wasted no time, spun me around and pushing me up against the wall and began to fuck me relentlessly using my ass like a flashlight and coming pretty quickly inside of my ass. He was quiet about this. He then slips out and walks away without saying a word. Guy number seven, an older white guy who looks like an old AIDS patient instantly slipped into Me his cock about 7 inches long, thick and hard. I could feel his old balls, slapping my wet ass as it cozy up to my back and pushes deep as far as he can get it, cum is dripping down my ass at this point, my legs are wet as slushes and with his fat cock, then bend over and hold my ass open for him and see assault me as hard as I possibly could take it. He then pulls out of me, guy number eight slides right into his place as guy number seven now feeds me his wet cock accompanied by the bottle of poppers under my nostril. Flying high, I slowly start sucking on his cock as the next guy fucks me deep and hard. Another bottom enters the room and AIDS daddy pulls out of my mouth and slides into his ass. The other bottom groans with pleasure and then the guy fucking me pulls out of me and feeds me his cock. He begins jerking in really hard. I knew he wanted to come so badly so I sucked him as hard as I could as soon enough he was filling my mouth, splashing his cum all over my face. AIDS Daddy sees this.Pulls cock out of the other bottoms ass and proceeds to feed me his dirty cock. The other bottom comes over and begins to lick the cum off of my face, we then start kissing, snowballing the Load between us, you then pulls me off of daddy‘s cock, flipped me over, spits on my hole and pushes himself into me. I lay there with my ass hanging over the side of the bench and my mouth still available aids. Daddy is now fever fucking in my mouth as the other bottom is fucking my ass sloppy with cum and lube. AIDS daddy announces that he wants to cum, the bottom and him switch places, and he pushes into me deep as he fucks his seed into my hole, he pulls out of me, and makes me and the other bottom suck him clean before walking away. The auto bottom slides right back into me and continuous fucking me turning the loads I reach back, and scoop up some of the cum dripping out of my ass. it was white and foamy and of course, I tasted it on the tip of my fingers The bottom and pulls out of me and jerked his load onto my ass. He then slides right back in and fucking me. He then pulled out and walked away. A black guy comes in and Lays on his back. I then climb directly onto him after sucking him nice and hard on the ride his cock reverse cowgirl. I could hear the slashing sounds on the groans hes making. He’s telling me how wet my ass is and commenting on how many loads he’s turning he enjoys it. He starts telling me how foamy and messy my asshole is.I ride him for what seems like forever, but he doesn’t come eventually I pull off of him only on my belly instead.

Man 2 this one was very interesting. He was a straight married Cuban man with a 6 inch uncut cock. He came right over and got down to business noticing that my ass was so pretty wet he decided he wanted to taste my hole so of course I let him do that. He sucked out the cum and ass juices held it in his mouth and then came up for a very long, deep, passionate and wet kiss where we switch the fluids back between us. He forced his cock into my hole while we were kissing, however, he did a lot of poppers and could not maintain being hard for too long. He pulls out of me, lays on his back and tells me to suck his cock, I go right over and start sucking on his cock and his big fat balls and then he begins fucking my face two minutes later he says he’s about to shoot and he asked me to speed and start taking his cock deep. My mouth is a sloppy mess as I gag on his cock. He starts losing before he begins coming. I when it comes he fills my whole mouth. I continue sucking him until he’s too sensitive for me to touch any longer that I swallowed his big load. Reach out for a bit he gets clean up and he leaves.

What Happens in Vegas Part Two They ended up passing out from exhaustion. The drugs, the sex, the guilt all was too much for the two of them and they ended up falling asleep in their respective beds. Daniel dreamt of strange hands all over his body, rubbing, pulling, sucking…his moans filled the small room as he tossed and turned in his bed. John didn’t sleep much. Instead, he lay in his bed, watching the moonlight fall over his son’s flawless body as he writhed on his bed, his towering cock throbbing from his dreams. John was horrified by his reaction, but a door had been opened and he couldn’t close it, no matter how hard he tried. He jerked off watching his son whimper and moan in his sleep, he had cum three times watching precum leak from his boy’s cock…the desire to reach over and stroke it was overwhelming. He passed out at some point because he was awakened to knocking on the hotel door. His eyes fluttered open to see Daniel pulling on his basketball shorts to answer the door. He threw open the door, expecting housekeeping or some shit, and saw Trevor and Tommy standing there smiling, “Hey stud, your daddy up?” They walked into the room, pushing past the stunned jock as if he wasn’t there. John sat up, making sure to cover his nakedness, “What the hell are you two doing here?” Trevor smiled, “Might want to check that attitude daddy,” he said grabbing a chair and spinning it around before sitting, “Unless you want everyone to know how close you are your boy are.” “Fuck you!” Daniel said, moving towards the older man. Trevor held up Daniel’s phone, “You sure? Cause I have that video uploaded to go out to…let’s see,” he said reading off Daniel’s contact list, “Veronica, Lisa, Patty, and I have it ready to send in Studs only group chat which seems to be your teammates…” Daniel froze in place. “Now sit your big ass down so the grownups can talk.” Daniel slowly sat back on the bed. “What do you want?” John asked, his voice quivering in rage. “Money, lots of it,” Trevor answered, “We’re looking for about a quarter million.” John’s eyes got wide, “I don’t have that!” Trevor chuckled and tossed John’s wallet to him, “I know, so you’re gonna get it for me.” John looked at him confused, “How?” Tommy sat next to Daniel, “We looked up your boy, he’s gonna be a D1 athlete, he’s been on the magazine covers. I can see why, with that face and body…” his hand moved over Daniel’s chest and the jock slapped his it away. Tommy laughed, “Keep that attitude up kid, your team will love seeing you get fucked by your daddy.” Daniel said nothing as he glared at the younger man. “How am I supposed to get that kind of money?” John demanded. “Simple, give us your son for a night, we can make the money ourselves.” John heard the words, but they didn’t register, he felt like he was falling even though he hadn’t moved. Trevor snapped his fingers at him, “Hey! Snap out of it, we’re negotiating, what’s it going to be? Your son for a night or we send that to your work friends?” he held up John’s phone to make his point, “It’s up to you.” John’s heart was racing in his chest, he looked over to Daniel whose eyes were wide with fear. “Tick tock daddy,” Trevor said, “I don’t have all day.” John looked at his son, “What can we do? If anyone saw that video…” “Dad! You can’t sell me!” Daniel cried. “Do you think you’re going to be able to play basketball once that gets out? You think any college will take you?” He saw his son quiet down as he took a deep breath, “What would it involve.” “It would involve whatever the fuck we want!” Trevor answered, “You two would come with us, to a better fucking hotel, we would set up and then your boy would work for the clients we line up. I figure three or four high rollers and we’re flush. You do that, and the video is yours, fuck around and you can find out what it feels like to be a pariah.” “I’m supposed to just hand my son over to you two?” Trevor smiled, “Oh no, you’re coming with us, you will be right there the whole time so you can see we aren’t hurting him.” “I don’t want to do this!” Daniel exclaimed, “That’s hurting me!” Tommy chuckled, “You’re going to have to adjust your definition of that then, cause you’re doing this cutie.” Daniel pulled away from the younger brother and stood up, “No, I won’t, fuck you.” Trevor looked at him, one eyebrow arched, “OK, no problem.” He pulled out the boy’s phone, when Daniel went to rush Trevor, Tommy stood up, switchblade in hand, “Sit down junior, we warned you.” Daniel froze as Trevor typed, he pushed one last thing and the phone chirped. He held it up to show Daniel, “Hey look, you posted a new IG story.” Daniel’s mouth fell open as he saw the video buffering, “Take it down!” Trevor just sat there. “Please! Take it down!” Tommy laughed, “You know what he wants to hear stud.” Daniel and Trevor stared at each other for a long time, and finally, the teen dropped his head, “Please delete it, I’ll do what you want.” Trevor pushed the delete button, “Don’t worry man, it was up for what, 15 seconds? Let’s hope you don’t have a lot of followers.” He stood up, “Take a shower, get dressed, and be ready, we will send a car at 4, be down at the Uber exit. You’ll be brought to the new hotel and I’ll meet you in the lobby to take you to the room. Now that is what is going to happen, here is what’s not going to happen. You aren’t going to the cops, you aren’t going to hotel security, you are going to just get in the fucking car and do what we say. The video is set to automatically upload at midnight tonight, if we’re in jail we can’t cancel that, so consider before you do something stupid.” He stood up, “You bring a letterman jacket?” Daniel nodded. “Jockstrap?” The teen reddened as he nodded again. “Good boy, wear the jacket and bring as many jockstraps as you brought.” “You stole our luggage,” John said. “Nah we just tossed it, we threw your shit in the closet, did you guys not check?” They both looked at each other sheepishly, Tommy laughed and went over and opened the closet, there on the floor were their luggage and clothes in an unruly mess, “See how nice we are?” “So what time?” Trevor asked. “4.” “And what aren’t you going to do?” “Tell anyone.” Trevor smiled, “Aces, then we have a deal,” he held his hand out to John who just looked at it, “Oh come on daddy, I promise you by the end of the night you will have a good time too.” John took the hand and shook it, dreading the man’s words. They both walked towards the door, “4, don’t be late and alone, don’t be stupid.” They walked out, the sound of the door closing was like a gunshot in the quiet room. “Can’t we just go home?” Daniel asked his dad, “If we aren’t here…” “Then they’ll release the video, you saw them! He just posted it, they aren’t joking around.” “Shit, they took our phones again!” Daniel said, “What are they going to make me do?” John sighed, “I don’t know, but I promise I won’t let them hurt you.” Daniel looked at his dad, “Too late dad,” and headed into the bathroom. John fell back onto the bed, the day was just starting. They spent the rest of the day in a daze, they went to eat, walked the strip but with each passing second, they got closer to the night which was a sword hanging over their heads. They got back to the room and Daniel went and showered, resigned to his fate. He walked out, hair damp with a towel wrapped around his waist. As he got dressed John struggled to find the words to say, but what could he say that would make this any better? As he pulled on his letterman jacket Daniel looked at his father and gave a small smile, “I’ll be ok dad.” John nodded, hoping he was right. They went down to the Uber station and there was a driver with their names on a piece of paper, they walked over, “That’s us,” John said. The driver opened the door for them and smiled, “Welcome.” They got in and the driver pulled out into traffic, they moved down the strip, neither one of them wanting to talk. John leaned forward, “Where are we going?” “We’re about ten minutes from The Edge sir,” he answered. “The Edge?” John asked. The driver nodded, “Yes sir, you must be very lucky.” “Why?” The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, “Very exclusive hotel, invitation only,” he said, confused as to why John didn’t already know this. “Right, we’re tourists, we just assumed it was like any other hotel.” The driver shook his head, “Oh no sir, invitation only, very exclusive.” John sat back and glanced at Daniel who just shrugged. They pulled up to a large hotel well off the strip, it was an imposing building tucked away from where wandering tourists would see. The driver pulled up to the front doors, which were tinted black so it was impossible to see in. Daniel got out and John asked, “How much?” “Oh it is covered sir,” the driver said, “Good luck.” John paused, “Good luck on what?” The driver smiled, “The games sir, good luck gambling.” John smiled and nodded, “Right, thanks.” He got out and they walked up to the doors, as they approached, they heard a buzz and the doors unlocked. They walked into the most opulent lobby either one had ever seen, massive crystal chandeliers hung from the arched ceiling, tasteful leather couches adorned the space with dark wooden tables accented them perfectly. It looked like something out of an interior design magazine than an actual hotel. Tommy was sitting there nursing a drink when he saw them, he stood up and walked over, “Damn boy,” he said looking Daniel up and down, “You clean up nice.” Daniel glared at him but said nothing. “Ok, come on guys, we got work to do.” They followed him into a huge elevator with mirrored walls, there were no buttons, he flashed a black key card at the panel and the car started to move. “You like the place?” he asked them, as if they were old friends, “One of the best-kept secrets of Vegas…super private.” “Also no witnesses,” John said, his voice laced with anger. Tommy winked, “That’s how our clients like it.” They got off on a floor and walked down a large, black carpet that looked immaculate. Daniel nudged his dad, “This is what I was expecting from our hotel.” Despite the seriousness, John had to chuckle. Tommy waved the keycard again and opened the door to a suite. It was a massive space, sunken floor, and leather furniture. There was a huge bed in the other room and in this one instead of an entertainment center with a TV was a small gym set up, a squat bar, and a bench press…everything named brand, the best money could buy. Trevor was by the bar, talking intensely to someone on a cell, he waved them in. “Right, no I got it,” he said, “Ok then, I’ll see you tonight,” and hung up, “Hey look at you!” he said walking up to Daniel, “Damn boy you look hot in that jacket.” Daniel made a face, “I’m not used to guys complimenting me.” Trevor smiled and got closer, “Oh I assure you, they’ve wanted to…” he said getting closer, “And they surely will tonight.” Daniel flinched, his mind not liking him being that close but a chill of excitement moving through his body…what the fuck was that? “Anyways,” he said stepping back, “Let’s get you prepared for tonight’s festivities.” “What do you mean?” John said, trying to regain some control. “What I mean getting him relaxed and more in the mood,” he pulled out s small vial, “You might want to partake as well.” “You are not giving my son drugs,” John insisted. Tommy laughed, “We already have, both of you in fact.” John turned to him, “When did…” and he trailed off the massage. “Look,” Trevor said walking over to Daniel, “I understand where you’re coming from, how about a test?” He grabbed Daniel and went to kiss him, the teen backed away, moving his head. Trevor grabbed his face and held it, making eye contact, “See? You do that shit with a client and they are going to get pissed, they get pissed they don’t pay, they don’t [ay and suddenly you’re famous for a whole new thing, you get it?” Daniel nodded. Trevor let him go, “So let’s all partake in some medicinal relaxation, so the night goes smoothly for everyone.” John seemed like he was going to say something, but Daniel shook his head, “He’s right dad, we need to do this, and I…I can’t like this. If it lets me relax, I’m going to take it.” Tommy came up behind John, “You too daddy, trust me, it will make the evening go smoother.” They walked over to the bar and Trevor had two syringes, “Little price, big happy,” he said filling them from the vial. “What is that?” John asked. “Liquid ecstasy, it’s called Bliss, best happy money can buy.” “Will it knock me out?” Danial asked. Trevor shook his head as he tapped the needle, “Nope, you’ll feel the same as you did in the massage, relaxed and happy.” He injected Danial who gasped, “It’s warm…” he said as it moved up his arm and past his shoulder. When it hit his heart, his whole body seemed to melt, “Oh…” he said, slumping slightly. Tommy caught him and made sure he didn’t fall. “How you feeling stud?” he asked. Daniel smiled at him, “Nice…” Tommy leaned in and kissed him, the teen paused for a moment and then began to kiss him back. Trevor nodded, “There we go, your turn dad.” “Why do I need it?” “Because you’re going to watch total strangers fuck the shit out of your son and I don’t want you suddenly changing your mind and ruining things. Trust me, this will make the night go a lot quicker for you.” John held his arm out and Trevor injected him with the rest…he felt the same warmth creep through his body and he instantly relaxed, all his worries and concerns faded away. He glanced over and saw Daniel still making out with Tommy and his own cock throbbed a bit…his face grew red as he realized he was once again turned on by his own son. Tommy pulled back and left Daniel standing there, eyes closed, blindly groping for the kiss…when he opened his eyes he looked around and wiped his mouth. He was obviously embarrassed but covered it up quickly. Trevor walked over to Daniel, “OK listen up stud, first client is right up your alley. He’s young, made millions in crypto, and now does whatever he wants. He loves straight jocks like you and pays handsomely to be one of the first to cross the finish line with them. He’s arrogant and cocky, a lot like you, but do yourself a favor. Do what he says, you fight him, and he is going to punish you and not in a good way. All he wants is sex, give it to him ok?” Daniel nodded, his mind spinning from the drugs. “What do you say?” Daniel blinked at him blankly. Trevor slapped his cheek softly, “Yes sir, you say yes sir. What do you say?” “Yes sir,” Daniel said, his voice sounding like it was coming from far away. “Good boy,” he said, “Go sit down over there.” Daniel walked over to a large, oversized chair and plopped down. “What’s his name?” John asked Trevvor when he walked back to the bar. “The client?” John nodded. “Yeah, we don’t use names here, all you need to know is the guy has more money than god and dislikes being told no.” “Do they know who Daniel is?” Trevor shrugged, “I mean if they follow high school basketball maybe, but don’t worry, no one here is ever going to talk about what happened in this room.” John said nothing as his mind spun, he was trying to focus but every movement sent a chill of excitement up his spine. Even his clothes moving over his skin was making him hard, these drugs were not fucking around. There was a knock on the door and Trevor jumped up off his stool, “Showtime!” Trevor opened the door and a handsome young man walked in, leather jacket, sunglasses, he screamed young money. He gave Trevor and Tommy a shoulder bump before looking around, “So where’s dinner?” Trevor pointed to the chair where Daniel was sitting. He walked over and looked down at the jock, who sat in the chair smiling. Daniel sat in the oversized leather chair, his mind spinning from the drugs. He knew he should be terrified about what was about to happen, but instead, he was oddly calm with it all. He looked up at the man and smiled, "My name is Daniel," he said softly as if telling himself rather than speaking directly to anyone else. His voice seemed distant even to him; it felt like someone else was talking through him. The man knelt down in front of the boy, "You can call me daddy." Daniel giggled, finding the name hilarious for some reason. "Stand up for me," the man commanded, "Lemme see you." Daniel slowly stood, rising to his full height, standing a full six inches over the man. The unnamed man looked the boy up and down ravenously, "Oh you are incredible," his voice full of lust. Daniel giggled again, Thanks, daddy." The man's face grew serious, "Take your clothes off boy, lemme see that body." Daniel hesitated only slightly before pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled torso, slim waist, and impressive 8-pack. As he moved to take off his pants, he stumbled just a bit, caught by the drug's effect. The man helped him balance, gently guiding him towards the bed. Once there, they both paused, taking each other in, seeing how far apart they were despite being so close together. Then Daniel began to undress, while the man watched hungrily. Each piece revealed more of Daniel’s perfect form, from the well-defined pecs to the tight, rounded glutes that made up his ass. His limbs too, which though long and powerful had no trace of excess fat, giving him a gracefully athletic appearance. He lay there in just a worn jock strap, even soft the boy filled the Cottom pouch impressively, looking up at the man with bated breath. His heart raced faster in anticipation, yet somehow remained steady, thanks perhaps to the tranquility induced by the drugs. Meanwhile, the millionaire couldn't hold back anymore. With urgency, he pulled the elastic band aside, freeing Daniel's enormous member. It sprang forth instantly, starting to harden under the cool hotel air. The sight took the man’s breath away – something about witnessing such a display of raw masculinity and innocence drove him insane. It wasn't just the size, although it certainly contributed to the sensual power radiating from Daniel. No, it was also the vulnerability displayed in the wide eyes and trembling lips that drew him in. "Oh, you are so fucking hot," the man said, sliding his leather jacket off. Slowly the millionaire began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving Daniel's. Revealing a perfectly sculpted physique, his chest hair sparse and neat. When his trousers hit the floor, his erection strained against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Taking his time, he slipped them off, letting his cock spring forward, thick and proud. He stood there, letting the boy take his body in. This could not be happening. But it was, right here, now. Daniel looked at the man's cock in wonder, he was much bigger but seeing that thick member just leaking in front of him...it scared him but at the same time turned him on for some reason. "You like that boy?" the man asked as he stroked his length. Daniel shook his head, but his own cock was rock hard now, nudging the ridges of his perfect abs, “Not gay…” The man laughed, "Then grab my cock not gay boy," the man commanded in a stern voice. Reluctant but compelled, Daniel reached toward the man's throbbing cock. Despite everything, the heat and desire growing inside of him intensified when he touched the man's flesh. The feeling of it in his hands, firm and warm. It excited him strangely. The man gave a low groan, encouraging Daniel to continue stroking him. This newfound experience caused mixed feelings to arise within Daniel — fear, excitement, confusion, and arousal. “That’s a real man’s cock boy…worship it,” the man said in a low voice. Daniel obeyed reluctantly, running his fingers along the veins and the swollen head. Each stroke sent another wave of adrenaline coursing through his body. And then the millionaire stepped closer, standing over Daniel. “Show me how much you want it,” he whispered. Daniel found himself nodding silently, unable to resist. The millionaire pushed the boy's head down towards his cock. The teen whimpered slightly as his lips moved around the man's dick. He was shocked to feel the cock slip past his lips and enter his mouth. The man slapped the side of Daniel's head, "Cover your teeth boy! You've been blown before, learn from the bitches you've had!" Daniel's cheeks flushed red with shame and anger as he realized he wouldn't escape the situation easily. He submitted to the task without further resistance, moving his mouth up and down on the man's penis, attempting to satisfy him. The taste of the man’s precum filled the jock’s mouth and he was horrified to find he liked the taste…he closed his eyes as he worked the cock over the best he could. As Daniel deepened his technique, he heard the moans of pleasure coming from the man. It fueled him even more; his need to please the man became stronger. Though still conflicted internally, Daniel allowed himself to get lost in the physical aspect of the moment. He didn't have control, but his instinct told him to focus entirely on pleasing the man. "There ya go," the man said, running his hands through the boy's hair, "More tongue, work daddy's cock...come on slut...more!" Daniel nodded quickly, afraid of inciting the man's wrath. Gripping onto the base of the man's penis, he started to move up and down, suckling furiously. The sounds of pleasure emitted from deep within the man escalated, filling the room with raw eroticism. Sweat dripped down Daniel's forehead as he continued, trying to appease the man and delay the climax as long as possible. "Look at you, sucking my cock so good...and your big boy cock is so hard...you love this don't you?" the man asked Daniel. "Does it feel good to have daddy's cock in your mouth?" Daniel's face burned bright red, struggling between wanting to say yes and denying everything. Yet something strange stirred inside him—a dark hunger that matched the passionate gaze of the older man. Daniel looked up at the man and in a weak voice said, "Yes sir..." The man frowned, "I said call me daddy." Daniel swallowed hard, "Yes...daddy." The man smiled and pushed the boy down on his cock again, "Get back to work slut." Daniel tried his best to oblige, moving his mouth rapidly, a mixture of panic and arousal coursed through him. His instincts told him this shouldn't be happening. Nevertheless, he couldn't ignore the surge of physical gratification that came with each movement of his mouth. Every lick brought a new wave of intense sensations flooding his body. As he continued to service the man, he became increasingly lost in the foggy haze of the XTC and the ensuing ecstasy. His tongue sped up as he frantically worked the length of the man's cock, hating himself for liking it so much. "Oh that's it, work that cock bitch, such a big alpha jock sucking cock so well...look at you! Cock throbbing hard, leaking everywhere...you should have been doing this a long time ago!" he cried out suddenly, thrusting deeper into Daniel's mouth. The sudden force caused the boy to choke momentarily, but regaining control swiftly, he resumed pleasing the man without pause. He didn't understand why he kept going, why he enjoyed being degraded and used like this, but he couldn't stop. With one hand still holding onto the base of the man's cock, Daniel reached down to rub his own aching need. The motion was awkward due to the position, making his movements clumsy and unsatisfactory. "Don't touch that cock boy!' the man snapped, "You'll cum when I let you!" Daniel felt the fire burning in his loins grow stronger. He was ready to explode. Still, he obeyed, continuing to please the man, refusing to look up, focusing solely on what lay in his mouth. Inside, however, a storm of conflicting emotions roiled. Shame and humiliation threatened to consume him, why was he so hard? Why did he seem to like it so much? he should be throwing up not wanting to jerk off...but with every passing second the jock found himself wanting to please the man more and more... The man pulled his cock out of the teen's mouth and enjoyed the way the boy looked up at him with desperate eyes, his tongue sticking out, desperate to keep serving him. "Such a pretty slut," he said, slapping Daniel's face with his wet cock, "God the things we are going to do..." he said, slapping the boy's handsome face over and over. The words filled the boy with dread but at the same time, his body practically shook with lust. "Turn over, all fours, then reach back and pull back your ass cheeks for daddy." The command was cold and calculating, sending chills down Daniel's spine despite the drug-induced euphoria. Nonetheless, the boy dutifully complied, getting on all fours with his legs spread apart. Turning his head, he saw the man smirk triumphantly as he licked his lips. "Spread them wider, little piggy," he instructed, taking advantage of Daniel's vulnerable state. The man leaned down and began to lap at the boy's hole, teasing the tight entrance lightly before he pushed his way into the boy's quivering hole. Daniel gasped audibly, taken aback by the sheer intensity of the invasion. Even though he knew it would feel weird, somehow, he wanted it even more. The discomfort melded together with the other perverse emotions racing through him creating a chaos only heightened by the drug-induced haze. His entire focus shifted to the rhythmic push and pull of the man's large form behind him. With each movement, Daniel's eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, succumbing fully to the bliss and torment of the experience. "Oh god!" the teen gasped as he felt the man's tongue go deeper and deeper. As the man picked up pace, the strangeness transformed into an almost hypnotizing pleasure that took hold of Daniel's consciousness. Thoughts of home, school, friends – all seemed distant, replaced by the primal urge driving him ever forward. As the waves of pleasure consumed him, the weight of guilt subsided just enough for Daniel to lose track of time and space altogether. The man expertly manipulated his tongue, circling the tight ring of muscle that guarded entry. Daniel moaned softly as he pressed harder against the man's probing tongue, craving more than anything else the penetration it promised. The fullness felt unbearably delicious and terribly wrong at once. As the man gradually worked his tongue in and out, stretching Daniel's boundaries further with each thrust, he found himself crying out in ecstasy. The man grinned maliciously, knowing he held complete power over the helpless youth. He lapped greedily at Daniel's rear, pulling away occasionally to taunt the younger man, causing Daniel to writhe in anticipation, begging for more. "Beg daddy for more," he said before he plunged his tongue back into the teen's hole. Daniel groaned deeply, echoing the request, "Please Daddy!" he begged breathlessly. A shiver ran down his spine, intensifying the feeling coursing through his veins. In response, the man increased the speed and ferocity of his tongue strokes, pushing the limits of what Daniel thought possible. His eyes rolled back, a flush creeping up his neck, a moan slipping from his lips. The sensation was indescribably delightful yet repulsive, making Daniel question if he liked it or not. But he couldn't help himself as he rocked his hips in sync with the man's thrusts, arching his back further to offer better access. It wasn't merely desire anymore, but an addiction — the thrill of submitting consuming him completely. Each flick of the man's tongue seemed to trigger another wave of ecstatic sensations, leaving him utterly captivated by the foreign yet undeniably enticing stimulation. Meanwhile, he noticed how his own cock leaked with each pass of the man's slick tongue. The sight served as both a source of shame and a temptation as he wanted to jerk off so badly. Without warning, the man finally stopped his ministrations, drawing back slightly to admire his handiwork. "Ok turn over, on your back," the man snapped. Daniel turned over, exposing his chest, his sweaty body gleaming in the dim light of the luxurious hotel suite. The man looked down at the boy's flawless body and smiled, "Do you even know how hot you are?" The man moved between the teen's legs, spreading them with his own, "You are going to moan for me boy...I want to see that cock shoot as I fuck you!" Daniel's heart raced faster as the reality of what they were about to do hit him squarely in the face. Tears stung his eyes as the man grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wide, "Open up for daddy," he said, placing his thick cock at the boy's spit-covered hole. Daniel held his breath, overwhelmed by fear mixed with arousal. But then, unable to resist any longer, the man entered him slowly, watching the teen's face carefully as he entered him. Each inch sent shockwaves of raw pleasure pulsing throughout Daniel's body. Sweat trickled down his forehead, a sign of his growing anxiety, but also of the heat rising from deep within him. "Oh god...shit..." Daniel hissed as the cock filled his hole, "Oh shit you're in me! I can feel you in me!" he cried, hating the feeling of it as his body trembled with desire from it. “Faster”, he whispered hoarsely, trying to reconcile the confusion swirling inside him. As the man started to slam into his hole his hands found purchase on the sheets, digging into the expensive fabric as he bucked wildly beneath the man's brutal possession. "You like daddy's cock boy?" the man asked, keeping the teen's long, muscled legs spread as he fucked him harder and faster. Every thrust brought a new wave of intense sensations crashing through Daniel's body, threatening to break him apart. The room became a vortex of pure, dark passion as the man continued his assault on the vulnerable teen's body. With each powerful stroke, Daniel could hear his own gasps for air, intermingling with the loud grunts coming from the man whose cock impaled him repeatedly. "Answer me slut! Do you like daddy's cock?" Daniel closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, "Yes...yes, daddy…" he whimpered. The word 'daddy' escaped his lips like a sob, and the man above him visibly grew more excited, his heavy breath punctuating each labored thrust. "What a good boy", he purred, as the tip of his cock tickled something special inside Daniel. Daniel's back arched as he pushed his hips back to meet the man's cock, "Right there!" he growled, "Fuck me there!" The man laughed as he ran his cock over the boy's swollen prostate, "Here? Did I find your little jock clit? Did I boy?" Daniel tried to control his rapid breathing as he managed to nod weakly, feeling his body betray him again with a sudden surge of pleasure. "Did you know boys like you have a jock clit? Alpha males, who think they are the shit...deep in their tight pussies, a little clit that makes them a bitch...right boy? Am I making you my bitch?" Daniel nodded feebly, overcome with emotion, as his body responded without his consent. The man slammed into the jock teen harder, "Say it out loud boy, tell me you're my bitch!" Daniel fought hard against the verbal humiliation, attempting to regain some dignity amidst the physical degradation. Swallowing his pride, he managed to choke out, "No! I'm not your bitch!" Although the words rang false in his ears, his insides betrayed him again as his body shook with pleasure as the man's cock pounded his bitch button over and over. "You sure?" the man said smiling cruelly, "Cause bitches get to cum...you sure you aren't my bitch?" he asked again. Daniel bit his lip, fighting the conflicting feelings surging through him, in a pleading voice he asked, "Please let me cum..." "Only slut butches get to cum...are you my slut bitch?" the man asked, that cock homing in on the teen's swollen prostate like a guided missile. His body quivered violently, torn between wanting to escape and desperately needing release. Feeling his resolve crumble, Daniel surrendered to the man's forceful domination. His hands instinctively reached for the sheets as he bucked wildly beneath the man's savage attack. The sharp pain of his restraint only amplified the intensity of the pleasure he experienced as the man's cock continued to batter his most sensitive spot. "Tell me your daddy's slut," the man said, grabbing the jock's hips and pulling him back hard on his cock. Daniel gasped as the pressure built around his prostate, close to the edge now. Desperate for relief, he muttered, "Yes...your slut...please...let me cum." "Are you daddy's slut?" the man’s cock was just hammering his spot now, Daniel could feel his body shake with overwhelming pleasure, "Come on boy, are you daddy's little jock slut?" Daniel gritted his teeth, his desire to cum overwhelming his pride, "Oh please daddy! I’m your jock slut! Please let me cum...please daddy!" Daniel screamed, writhing uncontrollably underneath the man's merciless assault. Every fiber of his being craved release, yearning for respite from the torment. The bed sheets twisted around his wrists, anchoring him in place as he strained against his bounds. The rhythmic pounding of the man's pelvis drew ever closer to granting Daniel the reprieve he so desperately sought. Unable to contain himself any longer, his body began to tremble erratically. Glancing downwards, he saw the head of the man's thick, throbbing member slid into his tight hole over and over. Daniel felt his entire being quaking in anticipation of the moment when he would cum, cock untouched. "You my good boy?" the man asked as his cock slid over Daniel's prostate hard. Daniel opened his mouth to reply, finding no strength left to argue. All his resistance had evaporated along with his sense of self "I'll be good daddy..." He gave one final push against the man's hips before succumbing entirely to the power of the orgasm ripping through him. The sound of his own cry echoed in the room, the roar of a defeated animal forced to submit. Daniel's huge cock began to shoot, hot cum landing over the teen's hard body. Thick streams shot onto his abs, dripping down to pool in the valley below. His moans turned to groans, and suddenly all traces of resistance faded. The man leaned down and kissed the boy as he came, Daniel's arms moved around the man and pulled him close as his body shook with his orgasm. Daniel felt helpless against the other person fucking him. The man's hips slammed into his hole two more times before his cock swelled and filled the jock treen's ass with his own load. There was a warmth in his ass as Daniel felt the man breed him...an odd thrill even as he closed his eyes in horror. He had let the man cum inside of him...and he liked it! They stayed in each other's arms, Daniel shaking in the man's grasp. The man's voice was comforting, "Shhh, it's ok...daddy's got you." The teen felt himself hold on tighter to the stranger as his cock slid from his ass. "You did so good," the man said, kissing Daniel's face lightly, "Such a beautiful boy..." Without even thinking Daniel smiled,”Thank you, daddy," and slowly drifted off.

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Epiphany “Hey Bob. That was so fucking hot! Put your cock through the hole - I want to lick the cum off your piss hole,” I said. There was a string of cum still hanging off Bob’s cock. He gave me a dubious look and stepped up to the hole and I eagerly took his fat, flaccid cock into my mouth and scrubbed it with my tongue. Then I said, “Turn around. I want to see your asshole.” He gave me his infamous evil grin and turned around and I reached through the hole and stuck a finger up his ass which he wasn’t expecting, and he moaned. Then I put my finger in my mouth and savored the hot cum that the black dude left in Bob. “Dave, you’ve become quite a pig. I hadn’t realized.” He put his ass firm against the gloryhole. I sniffed it and it smelled like cum and sweat. I put my face in to the gloryhole and his cheeks folded over my face. I started rimming Bob and he spread his cheeks wide as I started lapping the cum up that was leaking from his hole. The smell was intoxicating, and it still makes me hard to think about it today. Looking back on this, it was a piggy thing that was totally out of character for me, but I was high on sex, and Bob helped unleash it. I embraced it. Bob was pushing back against the wall trying to feed me more of his ass and my face was deep in his ass cheeks. I unbuckled my jeans and as I dropped them the belt buckle made a noisy clang on the floor of the booth. He stayed still against the gloryhole knowing what I was going to do before I did. I stood up and put my mushroom head up to his asshole and easily pushed in. His asshole was wet and warm and pretty loose for a “100% top man”. There were some handles in the booth for getting a good grip, which came in handy because I was pounding Bob hard and he was making a lot of noise. Through all the racket, I could hear him huffing on his poppers. After about ten minutes of all-out fucking, I grunted and held my hips hard against the wall as I shot about eight ropes of cum into my roommate. I told Bob to clean off my cock and he turned around and licked my cock clean. Then, he backed up to the gloryhole and I ate all the cum from him. He put his face to the gloryhole and we kissed through it, snowballing a salty, gooey, sexy kiss. He licked up all the sex fluids that lingered on my face after felching him. “I’ve had enough of this place, Dave, he said. “Let’s go then,” I replied. We exited the booths and there were several men gathered around, and we shuffled past them. I was a bit embarrassed because we stank of ass and cum. But I doubt Bob was. He later told me that this wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. “Why did you tell me you only topped guys, Bob?” I asked. “It’s probably a hang-up. You know, an Italian, macho bullshit thing,” he replied. “Bob, we’re buddies and you can be what you want to be around me. I don’t think any less of you because you like to get fucked. It actually makes me even hornier for you. And it’s just between you and me.” Thanks man, he said. He had his afternoon class, but when he got back to the apartment after his class, we fucked each other and fell asleep until we heard the apartment door close when Dan got in from class.

Glory Be Life at the apartment went on as it always had, except Dan was getting fucked by me multiple times a week and probably the same by Bob. I say “probably” because the three of us never had a three-way, and I’m only guessing that Bob was fucking him because of the times I arrived home hearing Dan getting railed by Bob in one of their bedrooms. The only one of us who ever used condoms was Bob, because he was still having sex with at least a couple of women and he didn’t want to fuck up his life by getting one of them pregnant and having one of them use it to force him into some kind of arrangement. It's not like we could get pregnant and the full weight of the simmering epidemic wasn’t something I thought of ever. But that was not a problem for us because I was exclusively sexually gay only with Bob and Dan, and I assumed that they were only sexually gay with me, even though Bob seemed to have sex with more than his share of women. One day, I was running an errand off-campus on a fringe part of downtown. I thought I saw Bob ahead of me and I shouted for him, but he was too far away to hear me with the street traffic. Then I saw him walk into a store front I had not seen before, “The Aurora Book and Video Store”. I was nosy, so I walked in to check it out. I was shocked because I didn’t know this kind of shop existed. Along one wall were all kinds of porn magazines and books. Gay, straight and anything you could imagine. They also sold VHS tapes of porn movies as well as dildos and other sex toys that seemed very expensive to me. There were other men in the shop. I noticed that some of them were wandering through a curtained doorway, which made me curious. I followed one of them in. It was a dark hallway with doors on either side, and I could hear both women and men making sex noises. What the fuck! I opened one of the doors and looked inside, then entered. There was a small TV screen showing a porn video with a small stool against the wall and a small sliding bolt to keep the door closed. There was a machine where you could feed in coins to keep the porno running. Then I head someone say, “Hey, psst!” I jumped in shock and a bit of horror, and I noticed a hole in the wall and some white dude running his finger along it. What the fuck? I responded, “Hey? What’s up?” The voice said, “Come here. I want to suck your cock.” I faced the hole in the wall and the arm reached through and unzipped my jeans and undid the button. I dropped my jeans, and his hand caressed my cock and nuts through my underwear which made me get hard. He put his mouth up to the hole and hung his tongue out and I dropped my underwear and put my cock on his tongue. My hips were right up to the wall as he took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and started to give me the best blow job I ever had so far. I didn’t even know what the guy looked like. After about five minutes, I started breathing like I was going to cum and he grabbed my hairy nuts and pulled them hard, which hurt a little and made me ease off on nutting. Finally about five minutes later, he let go of my balls and I immediately unloaded them into his mouth. He kept licking my cock head until I was oversensitive and I pulled it back. I was recovering from nutting when I heard the door close on the other side. The cocksucker was gone. I decided to check out another booth where it sounded like a guy was getting fucked. This booth was completely dark because the video had run out of coins. I looked through the hole and I saw my roommate Bob in the next booth, completely nude with his ass up against a hole on the opposite side of the booth. An enormously thick black cock was pounding Bob's ass. Bob’s cock was hard as a rock and swinging up and down with the rhythm of his fucker. Bob was bracing himself against the wall where my booth was, but he had not yet noticed the hole I was looking through. I was instantly hard again and I knew I wanted to eventually fuck Bob. Bob told me when we first started fucking that he only topped – he didn’t get fucked, so I was surprised. I didn’t know how Bob was able to take such a thick pole up his hole, but he was enjoying it because he shot his load without ever touching his cock just as the other guy was cumming in him. Once Bob came down from his sex high, he noticed me looking through the hole at him. He exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dave.”

Ok so it’s been a while since I’ve posted but I had an overnight job down in Springfield Missouri and that town is so freaking dry and over saturated with bottoms it’s in real. So I spent literally all day working and simultaneously trying to find BBC. I thought I had a couple lunges up for that night in the hotel but the all seemed to fall through and I was about to give up on sniffies when this skinny black dude hit me up. We chatted and he was on prep and he had some poppers and he had a week load saved up.he said he was a grower and not a shower and I thought about passing and just going to bed because the guys in the next room work with me and I had to be up at 6 and it was like 1:30 in the morning but he insisted it would be fun so i told him what hotel i was at and what floor and I told him to message me when he got to the floor. So he did and I told him what room. He shows up and he is tall and handsome and skinny. He is wearing flip flops and shorts and a tank top. He had to take off his gold chain. I get naked and he wants to suck my cock. I have an ok piece 7.5 cut and thick in the middle. He had a maybe 5” but it was hard and I jacked him while he sucked me. I got on all fours and he ate my ass while I hit his poppers. He lined up his cock and slid it across my hole a few times and he said “dam you got me pre cumming” and I look back and there is a string of pre cum trailing up to his cock. So he slides back and forth a few times and pushes it in and says “ your right as fuck” then he pulls out and eats my ass some more. And I’m hitting the opppers hard trying to get a good rush but it just wasn’t happening and he said he wants to suck my cock again and so I flip over and his cock is rubbing against my leg and his cock is leaking cum. Finally he pushing my legs back and slides in my ass and he keeps saying how tight and how hot I am and I beg him for his load. He finally gives it to me and I could feel it. He pulled out and grabbed his phone and took a couple pics of my hole and said he would send them to me but he never did. So I go wipe and sit on the edge of the bed and we chatted a bit and he left. So I decide I’m going to jack off. And it hits me so I grab the towel and throw it down in front of the mirror and push out the biggest fucking load I have ever seen. It was like 3 big pushes and it streamed from my hole to the towel. I reached back I aside and grabbed a hand full and used his cum to jack off and shot my load into the towel and went to bed. Woke up in the morning and went to the bathroom and pushed out a gob more.

After our hookup (although I don’t think we referred to it with that word at the time), I had a flood of different thoughts that I considered the following weeks. I realized that I was physically attracted to Dan, but I didn’t feel any emotional attachment to him like I had with some of the girls I dated. But I had enjoyed it. Hell, I fucking loved it. Whenever I thought about it, I got hard as steel. Maybe I was just horny and needed to get off? No, that wasn’t quite it. Also, Dan and I didn’t talk about it, but I don’t think we acted weirdly when we were around each other, thankfully. So, life went on for the next week like nothing happened. Then the following Saturday night, I went to one of the local college bars with some buddies, but one of my friends got wasted doing jagerbombs, so I made sure he got home in one piece, but it was only 11 pm. I decided to go back to the apartment, and I could see from the street that lights were on inside. I unlocked the door, but no one was around, so I turned on the TV. Bob was staying at a new girl’s place this weekend (without his current girlfriend knowing about it). About 15 minutes later, Dan walked in the door with a 6-pack and a small brown bag which he threw to me. “Hey, what’s up?” I said as I caught the bag and looked inside. “I bought you something and I want you to use it right now,” he said. It was a fleet enema. “What the fuck is this for?” I exclaimed. He replied, “It’s for you to clean out.” Ah…for some stupid reason, I had not thought about why Dan’s ass was completely clean when I fucked him…and now (I supposed) he wanted to fuck me. OK, I was open to trying it. “Any special instructions?” I asked. “No. Just do it while you shower and make sure the water runs out of you completely clear and clean for a few purges. And don’t rush it,” he replied. A few purges? OK. I had never had an enema before, and I certainly did not want to embarrass myself. The shower and clean-out took longer than I expected. But I finally finished and walked to Dan’s room, and he was laying on the bed with his 7-inch cock standing straight up. I dropped my towel and bent over him, and we kissed. Then, he told me to 69 with him. We were sucking each other’s cocks for about five minutes when he released my cock from his mouth. I felt his tongue flicking around my butt crack and then he flicked his tongue on my pucker. The next thing I knew, his tongue was invading my hole, and he was pulling my ass cheeks apart. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It was shocking what he was doing and it was surprising how great this felt, and I tried to keep focusing on giving Dan head. He was fucking my ass with his tongue, and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his chiseled chest. I didn't want this tongue-lashing to stop. Then Dan told me to lay face down on the bed. He got a bottle of baby oil from his bedside table and rubbed some into my ass. He took and finger and pried open my asshole as I struggled against it in pain. “Relax! Just like to song goes. And breathe deeply,” he said. Finally, he got a finger in, and I stopped whimpering. “I think we’re going to need a little help,” he said. Again, he reached over and opened a drawer of the bedside table and took out a little brown bottle. “I’m going to hold this under your nose, and you breathe the fumes in as deeply as you can and count to 10 and then I’ll do the other nostril, OK?” So, with his hard cock lodged in my ass crack and his cock head poking right against my hole, Dan introduced me to the wonderful world of poppers. I was flying high as he quickly pushed his cock into me and of course it hurt. I took the bottle from him and huffed more until it started to feel better and then it began to feel amazing. Dan told me to lay on my back, then he lifted my feet to his chest and put his cock into me again. He told me to hit the poppers, and he started pounding my ass. In about five minutes he said, “Man I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” With several grunts, he slammed into me, and I felt his cock twitch as he finished crushing my anal cherry. As Dan came down from his orgasm, I could feel his heart beating through his cock which was still inside me, and his sperm was swimming inside me looking in vain for eggs to fertilize.

Marcus and I finished a lazy breakfast, and decided to grab a coffee each from the machine in a takeaway cup that we could enjoy with a bit of fresh air and a cigarette outside. There were some picnic tables on the grass round the side of the hotel, where we plonked ourselves and lit up. It was only once we had sat down that we noticed a guy hanging around near the entrance to the hotel wearing a hoodie, with his hood up. This might not have been unusual, but there was something about his body language that made him look nervous. We saw him fish out a cigarette and light it, though we could still not see his face. Then he turned, and though he was still quite shaded under the hood, it was obvious that it was Evan. He kept glancing into the lobby of the hotel, but finally he looked towards us and knew he had been spotted. He stared at us for a moment, and then slowly walked over. I made room for him on my side of the picnic bench, and he sat himself down and then stared at the tabletop as he smoked his cigarette. “What brings you back here?” I eventually asked him. “I, er, was out for a walk and just found myself here” he said. “Bullshit” I replied. “Have you come to beg us for the footage or something?” “No” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me again.” I looked over at Marcus, whose eyes had gone wide. “Did you go to the infirmary?” I asked. “No” Evan replied. “If we fuck you again then it might take” Marcus said. “The longer you leave it, the greater the risk the pills won’t work.” “I’m not gonna take the pills” Evan said. “What?” Marcus and I said at the same time. “I’m not going to” he repeated. “But you’re married” I said. “She’s cheating on me” he replied. “Found out last time I was home.” “Oh” I said. “That sucks. But that doesn’t explain why you’re not protecting yourself.” He took a last inhale of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray built into the picnic table. He pulled out his pack and lit another one, then finally looked up at me. “Fuck it” he said. “I’ve been fucking guys my whole adult life, and now I know how awesome it is to be the one getting fucked. I don’t care anymore.” “They’ll discharge you if you get infected” Marcus said. “Not any more” Evan replied. “Looked it up last night, and you can still serve if you go on meds.” “Oh” I replied. “Didn’t know that.” “Yeah, so, you know…” Evan started, before pausing. “I guess what I’m saying is that I want you guys to fuck me some more, and what happens, happens.” “You sure?” asked Marcus. “Yes” said Evan. “How long are you in town for?” “A few days” I replied. “Then how about you fuck me every day you’re here?” he said, managing a small smile. He didn’t have long before he needed to be back for training, so we took him upstairs and spitroasted him until we’d both blown a poz load in his hole. He was eager for it from the outset, all traces of the resistance he had shown during his first fuck gone as he arched his back and made his hole and throat fully available to us. We would have loved to both fuck a second load into him, but he had to get back. While we briefly rested on the bed he let us know his likely availability so we could plan around it, and then he took a quick shower and headed off. Marcus and I couldn’t quite believe things had taken this turn, but we weren’t going to say no to the opportunity to help Evan fully embrace this side of himself. I assumed he would probably say he was bi or something, but I didn’t really care either way. I was more concerned with getting him to reveal the best spots for catching more of my past fuckers out getting some action. We rested up a bit, and then decided to check out another spot that Grant’s contact had suggested. This was a small car park next to a substation on the edge of some woods round the other side of the base. Normally accessed off the main road, there were a couple of unofficial trails that led there which soldiers sometimes used for off-base runs, and indeed I had done so myself back in the day without knowing there was a cruising spot there. We decided to walk there rather than risk scaring anyone off with the car, and I wore cargo trousers for quick access to cameras in the various pockets. We found the rough area after a while, and hid in separate bushes as there wasn’t anywhere that looked big enough for us both to stay out of sight together. We waited for quite a while, and I was almost at the point of giving up, but then two guys out running approached. I had assumed they would go right past, but they slowed to a walk on the trail and then darted off together until they were behind a large tree really close to where I was hiding. I just crouched there and watched with an open mouth as Wayne “Rooney” Pollock and Jimmy “Cricket” Roberts took a quick look around, and then embraced in a deep and hungry snog. They went at each other like animals, before Jimmy squatted down, pulled on the hem of Wayne’s shorts, and swallowed his cock whole. There was no gagging, just a full deep throat straight off the bat. He gave Wayne an expert blowjob for a couple of minutes, and then they changed positions and Jimmy was soon moaning as his cock was licked and sucked. Then Wayne stood back up, and they re-embraced in a kiss. I took the opportunity of Jimmy stepping towards the tree to pull the GoPro out of my pocket, his footsteps on the leaves likely masking any noise I inadvertently made by moving my arm. I quickly worked to sync it to my phone, and then put it up to a gap in the leaves to start capturing Wayne giving his battalion mate a rim job. This lasted only a minute or two, and then Wayne stood up, put his cock to Jimmy’s hole, and pushed in. I gaped at the two of them as a frenetic fuck began, not believing what I was seeing from these two guys who had both had fiancées when I was still serving with them. This was clearly something they did a lot, from the technique of the blowjobs to the ease with which Jimmy had been penetrated. The fact that they were both into all of it was made clear when Wayne blew inside Jimmy, and then took his place leaning against the tree so he could be fucked himself. Jimmy’s cock looked thick from where I was crouched, but Wayne took it without any problem and seemed to love every minute of it being inside him. I texted Marcus to be ready to go, and then as soon as Jimmy blew his load I stopped filming, set the footage to upload, and then loudly got out from the bush. Wayne and Jimmy both darted their heads towards me in shock, and then in the other direction as they heard Marcus emerging from his hiding place as well. “Hey boys” I said. “Thanks for the show.” “Fucking hell Ballard” Wayne said. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I’ve got really into bird spotting and came out here to do some of that” I said. “I’m into beetles and spiders” Marcus added with a smirk, as he came to stand next to me. The two soldiers just stared at us, their shorts still down around their ankles and cum dripping from their holes. “What do you fucking want” Jimmy growled, sensing they were on the back foot in the situation. “Well” I said, “I’ve already got and uploaded the footage I need, so we could just leave it there unless there’s anything you want from us.” “Footage?” Wayne asked. “Oh, yeah” I said. “You know, was trying to film a crow but instead got you two fucking each other. I’ve sent it to my brothers to enjoy and put on a few websites for others to jerk off to as well.” “You fucker…” Wayne began, starting to advance towards me. Jimmy grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him, then stepped up closer to him. “Don’t” he said, quietly and tenderly. “Don’t make this worse.” “Good advice” Marcus said. “You should listen to your boyfriend.” Wayne’s shoulders sagged, and the fight was gone from him. Jimmy turned away from him and looked at me. “Ballard” he said, “I’m sorry for how things went down. We were all fucking cowards and let you take the fall for everything.” “Yes, you were” I said. “You two still engaged?” They both nodded, and I saw Marcus smile. “Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it?” I said. “Two nice girls sat alone at home, waiting to become your wives, and you’re out here in the woods fucking each other.” “We just need a release” Wayne mumbled. “That was no release” Marcus said. “I know two gays when I see them.” Silence fell for a moment, before Jimmy spoke again. “What do you want?” he asked. “I’ll have to think about that” I replied. “But in the meantime, how about you two bend over that tree again so we can fuck those cummy holes of yours. You both used me for years, and it’s time for something in return.” Wayne stiffened and anger flashed across his face, but Jimmy put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper something to him. “OK” Jimmy said. “That’s fair.” They went back to the tree and both bent forward, and I moved in behind Wayne as I wanted to fuck the last fight out of him completely. I whipped out my cock and slammed it into him, and then went into a steady and firm rhythm immediately as Marcus got himself inserted in Jimmy. To give the two men credit, they did not hold back from letting us know they liked how it felt. Wayne’s muscular tattooed back rippled as I ploughed into him, and Jimmy arched his own back to demonstrate he was a willing receiver for Marcus. It was fucking hot to look at them as the tables were turned from my time in the barracks, and I went over the edge all too soon. When I pulled out of Wayne he spun round onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth to clean off, and after getting over the surprise of him doing that without being told to, I just enjoyed the feelings as I watched Marcus build himself up to breed Jimmy. “Are you poz as well?” Jimmy asked Marcus, as he used some tissues to wipe out his backside before he put his clothes back on properly. “Wait, what?” I asked. “We’ve seen some of your videos” Wayne said. “Found them by accident a while ago” Jimmy added. “It’s kind of part of what led to me and Wayne doing this together.” “Jesus” I said. “You know I’m poz and you took my load?” “Yeah” said Wayne, “I guess I did.” “Yes, I’m poz” Marcus said. “Bret and his boyfriend gifted me.” “Hot” said Jimmy. “Are you guys on prep?” I asked. “I mean, we were going to tell you to go and get on PEP, but…” “No, we’re not” said Jimmy. “Guess we’ll have to think about what to do now.” We wasted at each other for a moment, before I spoke again. “How about you meet us here same time tomorrow to let us know?” I suggested. “OK” said Jimmy. “Just don’t publish that footage, OK?” “Deal” I said. “If you don’t show up then I’ll tell my brothers to get on with it.” They both nodded, and then walked back to the trail and started to run towards the base. Marcus and I watched them go, then turned to each other and smiled. That was too perfect and too easy, but it was two more off my list. I didn’t say anything out loud about it, but I decided that if they did come back the next day then I’d find some way to get Evan and even Frank involved. But for now, we could go back to the hotel to have some lunch, chill for a bit, and then decide where wanted to go hunting next…

I really like Gape Boy. Bought them in Regulation but you can get them on twistedbeast. really help opening up.

Part XIV There I was, on the floor, too drunk to hardly move, someone pulling on my arm trying to drag me into that room, a guy trying to close the door and pushing me to go in, and two buddies trying to drag me back away from that room. I kind of glanced up to see who had ahold of my arm and think it looked like my bud from the parade. My two buddies each had a leg and trying to pull me away from there. Kind of a turmoil there for bit and with them pulling my legs my pants were starting to slip down and I could feel the cool floor on my bare ass. Then, one of my buddies yelled at the door guy to let me go as I was just there to support them and was straight. He yelped and let go and my buddies were able to drag me away from the door finally. My arm came free and the door closed and my buddies both went over backwards and we ended in a pile with my pants clear to my knees and me on my face and one buddy on top of me. They were both laughing hard now and trying to get untangled and then laughing more as they realized my pants were down and the one buddy was laying on top of me with his hard cock pushing the material of his pants against my crack. We finally got untangled and they had to help me up and help pull my pants up. They both were smirking at me and I asked what was up. They both laughed some more and told me it looked like me as I had a hell of a hard on then. They finally got me back to our table. We sat down and I was basically just sitting there in a stupor. They were talking about their experiences in that room. Then one of them remembered that when they had come out our parade bud had his hand down the back of my pants. He started questioning me about how the hell that had happened? Being so far gone I was at a loss as to what to say mostly. Then finally admitted that, I had been drunk as hell at that parade and somehow how been fucked by him there. I didn't say anything about all of the others though. They both started laughing then again and next thing I knew I was drinking another mixed drink without realizing it. My buddies were pretty much blown away finding out I had been fucked at the parade. They really started kidding me about that and then were wondering how I had not been pozzed from it. I told them the real reason for the trip to the hospital then had been to get PEP. When they had got tested, I had also and came back neg when they came back poz. That started more laughing and joking. Pretty soon I said I had to pee bad. I found I was still way too drunk to get up though and both buddies helped me up and walked me to the toilet. We soon found out I was too drunk to get my damn dick out too starting more drunken laughter. They then steered me from the urinal to the handicapped stall to help me get it out. This let them drop my pants and they went clear to my ankles. My dick was out though but I had to lean over and put both hands on the wall to hold myself up as I started to pee. I was vaguely aware that my buds were talking about my ass. They both agreed that it sure looked good for a little bit older guy than they were. As I finally got the pee started, one of my buds reached out and surprised me by squeezing my ass and telling me it was no wonder that I got fucked at the parade as it felt great as well as looked great. Before I realized it he had ahold of my hips and I felt what appeared to be is hard bare cock against my ass crack. He told the other bud, that yep, it sure did feel good too. I was just aware that his cock was hard as a rock too and felt something wet as he slid it up and down my crack. Later, found out it was his precum and he produce a lot of that and had my crack really lubed from that. Then, just as I was finishing peeing, I felt the head of his cock at my hole and he was pushing. Pop, and his cock head went into my ass and then he shoved the whole thing in with one last shove. I almost went down and probably would have if he hadn't had a good grip on my hips. I mumbled something about what the hell are you doing? Was pretty incoherent really. He told me to hang on he couldn't resist and started to plow the hell out of my hole then. Good thing he had a good grip on me as I could not have stood up without it. He rammed the hell out of me with long deep hard strokes. He must have really been turned on as it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes and he jammed his cock home as deep as he could and leaned over me and told me he was cumming and filling me up good with his poz cum. I could only moan. My bud wiggled his cock around in my hole a bit and then pulled out as his cock was going down. Before I could move, the other buddy stepped behind me and holding me upright also, rammed his hard cock in me all the way in one thrust. He immediately went into overdrive and pounded my ass relentlessly hard. He again, did not last more than 5 minutes and as he rammed his cock home and started to pulse as his cum flooded my ass. He leaned over me and told me he hoped I enjoye their two loads of poz cum in my hole. As he did this I felt my own cock explode as I was cumming too.

Part XI I decided not to tell my friends anything that I had done earlier. I just told them the guy must have gotten me mixed up with someone else. Seemed to appease them. I then got the subject back to them to see what they all felt now that they knew they had all got filled with poz cum. I thought they would all be upset and worried and who knows what else about that. They all seemed to be fine though. The main theme was that apparently every one of them had been barebacking anyway and felt they would probably get it sooner or later from someone, so it seemed ok now and probably be over and done with now. They all seemed really turned on about it too. I soon noticed, as we kept talking, that every once in a while one or the other of them would take off for a bit. I looked around once and found one back in the sling getting fucked again and another time one was on one of the tables getting loaded some more. We all hung around for a couple more hours before everyone seemed to finally be getting tired and we all decided it was very late now and we all needed to get home. It has now been about 3 1/2 months since that parade. All my buds got tested and they are all now confirmed poz except for one. He was the one that got the most loads that night, not counting me of course, we were all surprised he was still neg. Guess some get lucky or not lucky, depending on how you look at it. LOL I had taken my PEP and when I got tested, snuck off to do it alone so buddies wouldn't know, I came back neg too. In my case probably lucky since I was supposed to be straight and married. It seems to be the main theme of conversation when we all go out to have a drink on how to get the one guy pozzed too, to join the rest. He seems up for it but not sure who to do or when. Then one night, one of the guys said he had heard about a bar and went to check it out and would bet if we took our neg buddy there he would get poz loads galore before he left. He said he had went and checked it out already and it was a nice place but had a, what he called, a 'wild' room there. He said they got guys in the room and it was dark and they locked the door and nobody got in or out for the next hour. Then they opened the door again for 5 minutes only to let anyone out or in again and then locked it up again for an hour and kept this up till closing time. He told us he had been informed that basically anyone who went in the room came out poz and nobody knew who or anything as there was barely any light at all in there. One tiny light way up in one corner next to the ceiling and he bet it was only about a 20w bulb as he went in there and could basically see nothing except shadowy figures. He thought he probably got about 8 loads in him and planted a couple of his own loads in someone while in there. They made plans to go on the next Friday night and were really getting into talking about it and getting our bud filled full of toxic cum. I was invited to go along and watch their things while they were in the room. I thought this might me wild to watch, so I told them I would. We met up at our usual bar first and all had a couple of drinks before heading across town to the other place. We arrived and I found the place wasn't really half bad, nice décor for a bar even. We got a table in a corner near that, infamous door, and proceeded to have another couple of drinks. Our neg buddy, although excited about what was to come, was also kind of nervous, so he drank probably 5 drinks and was getting pretty loaded and I actually ended up having 4 more and was also starting to feel them. One buddy got the attention of one of our waiters and asked him about the 'room'. He proceeded to tell us the 'rules', what there were of them. He said they opened the door for 5 minutes only and then it was shut and anyone in the room had no choice but to stay in there for the next hour, no matter what and they would not open the door unless there was a dire emergency. One of the guys who worked there always stayed just inside the door for that. Nobody else could go in or out until the hour was up and about anything went while in there including basically some rape almost. You were in there to be fucked or fuck someone and while in there you were fair game for all. End of rules, except no fighting or trying to injure someone. Fuck or be fucked was the rule. He then told us he had been in there on a night off too and loved it and wasn't sure but thought he had taken about 10 loads in that hour. Felt great he said.

Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.

AuthWhores Note: My apologies, I did get out in front of my skis some. I noticed a down vote and must say I concur. I'll see if I can not do better next string. I also realized I had jumped ahead of the real calendar but a day by day of even a sex crazed, chem fueled POZ college slut could actually have boring parts. When I was querying the very patient moderators, I got the answers and guidance I needed to avoid a faux pas, but then realized that it concerned Homecumming and Halloween and that is still off on the horizon Homecumming is nominally in September and Haloween some 6 weeks later. There was also my lubrication error. No, not in the story but while I was thinking about the story I no-shit slipped on my wd-40 nut loosener spill on a trailer deck and whacked my forehead on the driveway yesterday, -just like a few years ago attending the Leather Knights Dallas AWOL weekend, I had a free ticket to the Dallas Discipline Corps Warehouse Play space and again got ahead of my skis. My slutty mind distracted me from the task at hand. What happens when you mix a rushed cleanout and lubrication effort? Well, in that case it was a cracked rib. I still went and got flogged - after all I had the free ticket - and the flogging was delightfully painful! I will bring Sticky Situation up to Homecumming, and then pause for a couple of weeks. On my other story, there is still some work needed before I get to pit stop territory so you should see that also post next week/weekend. Cheers!

Viral load doesn’t make much of a difference if there’s no drug resistance. PreP block HIV from replicating in the body. If HIV has nowhere to replicate and hide out, it can’t infect you. It needs the ability to hijack your cells. PreP is kind of like boarding up all the doors and windows. It doesn’t matter how many virons are out there, they’re not getting into the cell. If HIV doesn’t have a cell to get into, it might as well have been wiped off on the table for how effective it’s going to be. Drug resistance is a little more complicated but at present PreP still seems to work in the vast majority of cases out in the real world.

Personally I like to get as deep as a can and stop motion so they can focus on my throbbing/cum shooting

Yes he definitely needs more. Needs to stay with Jay a few days and loaded many times.

@BergenGuy Who knows what might be happening behind closed doors. Definitely not me. Nope. Sorry for the slight delay on getting this update out. In the home stretch now on being done with all the things involved in getting my car back up and running. Also trying to get this story onto a different update schedule so that it doesn't interfere with my other stories. By the way, if any of you get a chance to check it out, the story @leatherpunk16 and I are writing together. I promise there are some really steamy updates coming up if you are into more sci-fi, military, and transformation stories. It's been a blast writing with him, and its definitely been a labor of love on our part, so please feel free to drop a like or a comment! ------------------------------------------------ Lesson 15: The Art of Extreme Self Care I woke up with a start when I heard several dings coming from my phone. Bleary eyed, I looked up at the ceiling, listening carefully for the sounds of the house. Silence met my ears, and slowly I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the charger before unlocking it. Looking at the screen, I saw several messages. Starting with the first one I received, I saw it was from my brother Ryan. “Mom and Dad made breakfast. I left you a plate in the fridge if you're hungry. I know you probably aren’t in the mood to talk to them right now, so me and Marcus took them out for lunch to talk about things. Jen and Marcus had quite the fight out in front of the house, and she’s with her friends. The house is all yours. Text me if you want to talk or need anything.” I smiled softly, amazed at how differently my brother was suddenly acting. Send a quick ‘thanks’ to him, I looked at the next text. “Hey, it’s Marcus. Got your number from Ryan. Here if you need anyone to talk to. Might be a good idea to stay away from your sister, she’s on the war path. Don’t blame yourself. She brought this on.” I found myself nodding, quite aware of how self-centered and unwilling to budge on something Jen was when she thought she was in the right. I honestly felt bad for Marcus, still feeling mostly to blame for their fight. Shaking the thought away, I replied again with a simple ‘thanks,’ unsure what else to say. A few scam texts were the next ones, which I quickly deleted. Overdue tolls on a nonexistent car… Package I need to “pay” for delivery on… Someone randomly texting about a business lunch named Mirabel…. Dejected, I noticed an absence of reply from Mike or Greg. Sighing, I got up and shuffled downstairs, grabbing the plate of food out of the fridge, a small plate of scrambled eggs and some bacon. My stomach let out a grumble, as I finally felt somewhat hungry coming through the upset heaviness in my stomach. Not really wanting to take the time to heat it up, I stood at the counter and looked out the window as I ate in silence. I made quick work of the meal and placed the surprisingly clean plate in the sink, realizing I must have been hungrier than I thought. Giving another look on my phone, I went to the last text from Greg and Mike, re-reading the text they had previously sent when suddenly the phone buzzed and a new message popped up on the screen from Greg. “Can’t really talk on the phone right now. Your last message has us worried. Everything ok boy?” I quickly typed out an abbreviated retelling of the night before and walked back upstairs, flopping on the bed as I waited for a reply. Reaching down, I idly went to go play with my cock, suddenly remembering that I was still in a cage. Annoyed, I frustratedly pulled my hand back out, and flopped back onto my back. After a while my phone dinged and I quickly opened it, reading the newest message. “Daddy Mike and I are really sorry that happened to you. Nothing we can say to fix it, but know that you are not what your sister called you. Family really can be the worst and knows exactly where to hit the hardest. If you end up needing a place to stay and think, you can sleep at our place. We should be home tomorrow, though we both wish we were there to help you get over how she made you feel. You're free to have a full run of the house while we’re gone.” Smiling, I felt a warm tightness in my chest, glad to finally hear back from them. With a large sigh, I decided to switch into a pair of swim trunks and tank top before pulling on a pair of old tennis shoes I usually used to mow in and walked down the street to Mike and Greg’s house. Punching in the code on the garage door, I stood and waited as the large door slowly opened in almost silence. I made quick work of the front yard, able to mow it in record time and went inside for a quick drink, sweat quickly cooling in the cold air conditioning of their house. I slowly walked around, exploring the large house before finally stopping at the door to the basement. Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into my head. “Well… they did say I could have full run on the house…” I said out loud to myself, before trying the handle, finding it unlocked. Slowly, I walked down the stairs flicking the light on as I went before finding myself in the dungeon, looking around. I went first to the large humidor, looking at the various shelves of cigars before finally settling on one of the larger ones. Pulling it out, I quickly looked around and found a cigar cutter and lighter, making quick work of cutting it and getting it lit. Finally getting the large cigar fully lit, I took a deep draw on in, sucking a deep lungful of smoke into my lungs, exhaling with a contented sigh as I watched the large cloud of smoke billow out of me. Taking a few more greedy puffs, I looked around and set it down in an ashtray before shocking my still slightly damn clothes off and letting the cool basement air hit my now naked skin. Next, I walked over to the fridge and looked inside, grabbing a similar bottle of poppers to the one they’d given me and opened it up, taking several deep sniffs before recapping it. Groaning, I felt the rush of the poppers overcome me as I felt my cock strain to escape from the tight confines of the cage. Setting the poppers down next to the ashtray, I grabbed my balls and slowly began to squeeze and work them in my hand, enjoying the feeling as I grabbed the cigar and began puffing on it again. I grinned, enjoying the feeling of smoking and playing with myself as I walked over to the large wall covered in various toys. Finally I stopped at the several dildos, each increasing in size from small to obscenely large. Smiling, I grabbed a few off the wall before looking around and spotting the lube from my previous visit in the room. Grabbing the bottle, I shakily grabbed a few of the more decent sized toys and walked to the center of the room, grabbing the poppers and ashtray as I walked. Popping the top off the lube, I quickly coated a few of my fingers and slowly began to work them in, feeling as my hole quickly began to relax and open. Puffing away happily, I slowly worked my ass open before finally pulling the fingers out with a wet plop. I then grabbed one of the large dildos and wiped my fingers free of the excess lube, before grabbing my phone out of the pocket of my now discarded trunks. I quickly navigated my phone to the page with all the previous videos on the PIGLOADR site, and slowly got to work coating the toy with more lube, watching as I was fucked on camera. Now properly lubed, I slowly shuffled myself on my knees over the toy, positioning it so the tip was pressed against my now hungry hole. Grabbing the bottle of poppers, I opened them again, taking several deep sniffs before recapping them and in one solid movement, lowered my ass down on the toy, groaning in sheer ecstacy as the firm piece of silicone easily breached my ass, “Oh fuck yes….” I groaned aloud, taking a deep inhale of the cigar, before slowly beginning to bounce up and down on the large toy. The only sound in the basement of was of my occasional groans, as well as the sound of my ass slupring hungrily as I continued to fuck myself hard and fast, as well as the sound of my phone playing back one of the videos of me begging for a load. Looking around, I got an interesting idea in my head. Just how big could I take in my hole? Pulling off the toy, I grabbed the next size up, and slowly put some lube on it before working it into my ass. I groaned again, slowly getting used to the increased girth of the toy, smoking even harder on the cigar. Over the next 30 minutes, i slowly kept increasing the size, switching to a bigger toy once I was used to it. Finally, I reached the largest toy I had grabbed, my cock now leaking from the continued assault on my prostate. Slowly, I stood up and let the large dildo slid out of my ass, feeling my asshole gaping open in its absence. Horny beyond my wildest dreams, I walked over and grabbed the last few large toys, bringing them back and opening the bottle of poppers, huffing greedily as I began to work up to the last one. Easily as thick as my wrist, and over a foot and a half long, I wondered if I would be able to take it. I looked down at my phone and quickly loaded the video of me and Ben, the bear from the cigar shop. Slowly I lube of the monster dildo and slowly got it ready, pulling out the already large toy from my ass as I positioned the monster dildo in its place. I slowly positioned myself so the large tip was at my hole, already stretching my loose hole nearly painfully. OPening the poppers I took in several more deep inhales before roughly shoving the large cigar in my mouth, watching as Ben slowly fucked my ass on the video. “You need that thick meat destroying your guts, don’t you piggy?” Ben said on the video, finally driving me over the edge as I forced the large toy up my ass, pain and pleasure making me groan as the toy stretched my ass to the extreme. “OH FUCK!” I yelled loudly, my legs shaking as a sheen of sweat broke out across my body, feeling as the massive toy slowly pushed deeper inside me. Looking down, I swore I could see a slight bulge from it as it wormed its way in. Opening the bottle back up, I sniffed nonstop on the bottle as I took in lungful after lungful of the thick cigar smoke, losing myself to the sounds of Ben telling me I was going to be nothing but a toxic sperm receptacle. Finally, I bottomed out on the toy, my ass burning from the sensation of the massive stretch. I felt my mind wander, replacing the idea of an obscenely large dildo in my ass instead with the idea of Mike or Greg’s hand and arm inside me. Slowly I began to bounce on the toy, my mind replacing it with the image of one or both of them taking turns fisting my ass, telling me they were working their tainted loads deep inside me. Finally, I hit my limit and suddenly my cum began to leak like a hose out of the cage, my entire body shaking as the orgasm hit me. “Oh… Oh fuck…. Work your poz loads into me with your fist Daddy…” I screamed, lost in a haze of poppers, smoke, and sheer hormones and adrenaline. After several minutes of me shuddering around my orgasm, I lazily smoked the cigar, my ass stretched to the extreme and each movement made my legs quiver. Finally, I decided to slowly take the toy out, whimpering as the toy finally plopped out of my ass with a wet squelch, sweat dripping down my naked body. Cold air hit the inside walls of my ass, leaving me feeling oddly hollowed out. SLowly, I reached back and felt my ass, shocked at the gaping feeling. I shakily stood up and walked over to a mirror, looking back as I saw the gaping entrance to my ass. “Holy shit…” I said, a surprised look on my face, working a few fingers around the rim. I forced my ass to squeeze closed, watching as it finally shut after a minute or two of trying. Looking over at the wall, I walked over and grabbed a decent sized plug, slowly working it in with a happy sigh as I took a few puffs on the now spent cigar. Grabbing the toys, I walked around, getting used to the sensation of the plug in my ass, my gait now markedly stiffer. Grabbing the trunk and shirt, I finally got dressed, and after a bit of work, cleaned the toys I’d used in the sink in the downstairs bathroom before putting them away where I found them. —----- An hour later, I found myself finally able and willing to brave the heat, grabbing another cigar and the mower and pushing it into the back yard, smoking the cigar as I worked. I made quick work of the smaller yard in the stifling heat, even making sure to do some minor trimming of the bushes and weeding of the garden, easily smoking down the cigar as I worked, glad to be able to do it in the privacy of the back yard. Satisfied with my work, I grabbed a cold bottle of lemonade and I went back down stairs and grabbed another cigar, before coming back upstairs and out to the pool, lighting up and lounging in one of the chairs at the pool side, occasionally taking a quick dip in the pool when I felt too warm. A ding from my phone got my attention and I looked down, seeing a new message from my brother. “Everything ok? Didn’t find you at home. Where are you?” I texted a quick reply back saying I was at a client’s house finishing up a yard and would probably go over to a friend’s house for the night, needing a break from my family to process the night before as I went back to watching various videos on my phone and taking a dip in the pool. A large part of me was glad to have the ability to actually run away from the impending shit storm at home, and as the sun began to set, I walked back into the house, grabbing a small snack from Mike and Greg’s fridge as the exhaustion of the day’s events finally began to hit me. Walking up the stairs, I stood in the hallway in front of their room. Warring with myself, I wondered if it would be ok for me to sleep in their massive bed without them there. Finally, I decided I would set an alarm and would get up well before I imagined they would be home, and would just make the bed, finding myself wanting the familiarity of them being there. Slowly, I walked in and crawled into the center of the bed, putting my phone on one of the wireless chargers next to the bed, setting an early morning alarm before crawling under the covers, smelling their scent on the sheets and pillows. Exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks and after only a minute or so, I was quickly fast asleep.

This was so intense. Marco and the other guy picked me up and took me to one of the couches while still having their dicks in me. I was spit roasted and just like that they flipped me so I was on my back in the couch, the dick down my throat with that guys hands rubbing my chest and twisting my nipples which felt so sentitive, Marco pushed my legs back so my knees where closer to my chest and kept dicking me. He was slow fucking me, it felt so good, my ass could feel every nerve and feature of his dick, he started to suck on my toes and lick me feet, while holding my legs firm with his strong hands, he would suck one one toe and then put his tongue in between each toe one at a time, my toes were curling in pleasure, then the other guy that had been there when we came in also started to rub my chest and touch my legs and latched his mouth onto my cock and started throating me. Under any other circumstances I would have cum with all this stimulus, but although I felt like I was beyond the point of no return, and I wanted to cum, I couldn’t, the feelings in my ass, throat, dick, chest, nipples, toes, legs, it was like every erogenous zone in my body was turned on and to the highest point of pleasure. I didn’t want it to stop and I wanted to feel this the rest of my life all the time I was tasting precum and the cock in my mouth and throat seemed to be getting thicker and harder, and the guy said “get ready to swallow my load” and I did. My mouth and throat filled with the most delicious jizz I had ever had, I was drowning in it so I just kept swallowing until I could breathe again. My butthole had clenched so hard during this that now Marco was starting to pant and pick up his pace, I felt his dick swell up and he started grunting as shot after shot of his cum filled my ass the guy that was sucking my dick stopped and I was just feeling tingly all over. My ass felt so good. We were all panting, the guys got in the couch with me just a pile of sweaty smelly cummy bodies so warm and such a good feeling. I had never felt so sexy and desired in my whole life the two guys that had joined us started to get dressed, thanked us for the fun and left marco and I are were cuddling in the couch and he said, “you didn’t cum yet” “I know” I said. “I wanted to but it just didn’t happen yet” then Marco said, “everyone should be like us” then he grinned “now we’re going to teach you how to get others to be as free as you are now” he had me get dressed, we went out to his car, he showed me some bottles of Gatorade and a bottle that had g, he showed me how to measure it, “when I give you the signal, offer him the Gatorade, when he starts feeling it, offer eating his ass before fucking him, you’ll put a shard in his ass, when he is begging you to fuck him, you’ll tell him that you will only do it if he gets on the same level as you, and you’ll pull the pipe out, at that point he might still say no, but more than likely will say yes, when he smokes a bowl, start fucking him and offer opening the door of the room and letting someone else in, I’ll be waiting outside” my dick was so hard and dripping again this is how I had been shown this way of living, and now I was going to do it to someone else, it could be seen as corruption but it was more of a liberation “where is this going to be?” I asked “to whom?” ”you’ll see, we’re going to hawks, a bathhouse”

In the stark silence of the hotel room, the only sound that filled the space was the rhythmic panting of my own breath. Still blindfolded, I remained on all fours, my body sticky with the evidence of the countless men who had used me throughout the night. The cheap plastic chastity cage around my cock was a constant reminder of my submission, my cock desperately trying to swell in protest but unable to escape its confines. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, a potent mix of sweat and cum that clung to my skin. My ears perked up as the footsteps outside grew louder, the anticipation of the next encounter sending a shiver down my spine. I felt the mattress dip as someone approached me from behind, and I instinctively arched my back, presenting my used hole for whatever they had in store for me. The cool metal of the doorknob turning echoed through the room, sending a jolt of excitement through my weary body. The door opened with a soft creak, and the sound of leather soles on the carpet grew closer. "Hello, slut," a deep voice rumbled, sending waves of arousal through my body. It was the voice of an older, bigger guy, the kind that could make a man's knees tremble with just a few words. The room was filled with the scent of his musky cologne, and the heat from his body washed over me like a warm embrace, hinting at the power and dominance that lay just beyond my touch. He stepped closer, and I could feel his presence, a wall of heat and desire that made my cock strain even harder against the unforgiving cage. His rough hands gripped my hips, pulling them back so my ass was sticking up in the air. The cool air of the room kissed my cheeks, making the hairs stand on end and my skin tingle. His calloused thumbs traced over the new tattoos, lingering on the biohazard symbol, which I still didn't understand. "Looks like you've been having quite the night," he chuckled, his voice thick with lust. "But I've got something special for you." His words were a promise that sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself eagerly awaiting whatever he had planned. The sound of fabric sliding against flesh filled the room as he undressed. The rustle of his clothes falling to the floor was like music to my ears, a symphony of anticipation. My own body was a canvas of sensations, the sticky mess of cum leaking out of my ass creating a wet spot on the bed beneath me. It wasn't just drops anymore; it was a small, warm stream that trickled down my thighs, a reminder of the endless parade of anonymous cocks that had claimed me. The plastic chastity cage around my dick was sticky with pre-cum, and my balls ached with need. "How many loads have you taken, cumdump?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and dominance. The question hung in the air, a reminder of my role in this twisted game. "I don't know anymore," I murmured, the truth thick with a hint of shame. Each thrust had been a blur of pleasure and pain, each orgasm forced from me by a stranger's hand or cock, leaving me lost in a sea of numbers and sensations that had long since run together. "Ah, you really are a true cumdump," he chuckled, the sound low and dark, sending a thrill through me. His words were a strange comfort, a validation of my role in this depraved masquerade. His hand reached down and gave my cage a light squeeze, causing a bolt of pleasure-pain to shoot through me. "Don't worry, little one, you're exactly where you're meant to be." The mattress dipped again as he climbed onto the bed, his weight settling behind me. His hand slid over my sticky, inked skin, tracing the lines of the biohazard symbol with a curious, almost reverent touch. "You see this?" he whispered into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "This means you're not just anyone's fucktoy. You're special." His words were like a dark mantra, filling my mind with a twisted sense of purpose. He positioned his cock at my entrance, the tip teasing my abused hole. "I'm here to ensure all these special swimmers find their way to the promised land," he said, the words sending a thrill through me, I didn't know what he meant but it sounded scary. With a firm grip on my chin, he pulled my head back, the blindfold sliding away from my eyes. For the first time in hours, the world came into focus, a blur of light and color that made my eyes water. As the blindness lifted, I was met with the sight of a man dressed in leather, his cock thick and veined, standing proudly in front of me. But what truly captivated my attention were the piercings that adorned his length. His shaft was a masterpiece of metal, studded with a series of piercings that glinted in the dim light, each one a tiny beacon of potential pain and pleasure. The sight of his pierced member made my mouth water and my cock twitch in its cage, eager to see what new sensations it would bring. "You like what you see?" he growled, his voice a mix of amusement and challenge. "You're going to love what they feel like inside you." I looked up, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, and saw the leather hood that obscured his face. Only his eyes gleamed with a hunger that seemed almost animalistic, and his nose and mouth were framed by the tight openings that allowed him to breathe and speak. The sight of his face, hidden behind that mask, sent a thrill through me. It was both terrifying and incredibly hot, a visual representation of the complete and utter control he had over my body. I look down again to his pierced dick. The leather-clad stranger took his time, allowing me to fully appreciate the intricate patterns of metal that decorated his shaft. Each stud and ring looked like it could tear me apart, but the thought only made my insides clench with need. I tensed, bracing for the pain that was sure to come, my asshole still sore and stretched from the night's activities. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious mix of fear and arousal that had me panting like a bitch in heat. He leaned forward, the leather of his mask brushing against my cheek, and whispered, "You had your chance to look at it, cumdump. Now, you're going to feel it, and this time, you can watch it all happen." With trembling hands, I reached for the poppers bottle on the nightstand. I took a deep, sharp sniff, the heady fumes immediately filling my nostrils and sending a rush of warmth through my body. My senses heightened, every nerve ending was alight with anticipation as the alcohol and isobutyl nitrite flooded my system. The burn was a sweet agony, making my eyes water and my throat constrict, but it was a small price to pay for the rush of euphoria that followed. The leather-clad stranger took note of my actions, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he positioned the head of his pierced cock against my gaping hole. I could feel the heat of him, the bluntness of his piercings pressing against my sensitive flesh, and I trembled in anticipation. The poppers had made me even more receptive, the pain and pleasure melding together into a symphony of sensation that had my body begging for more. With one swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside me, the piercings stretching and tearing at my insides with every inch of his advance. A scream was ripped from my throat, a mix of agony and ecstasy as the metal studs scraped along my prostate, setting off a cascade of sensation that I had never felt before. His laughter filled the room, a dark sound that seemed to resonate deep within my soul. "Looks like you've earned that tattoo," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Now we're going to make it official." He began to pump into me with a steady, merciless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body. The piercings inside me felt like a thousand tiny knives, carving their way through my insides with a precision that was almost artful. I could feel the cold metal dragging against the raw, tender flesh of my hole, each movement a delicious reminder of the depravity that had brought us here. His grip on my hips was like iron, holding me in place as he claimed me in a way that no one ever had before. As he fucked me, he threw his head back and laughed, a deep, wicked sound that seemed to resonate through the very air. "It's been a long time since a nice young bottom like you joined us," he murmured, his voice a dark purr that sent chills down my spine. "You're going to be the talk of the town, darling. They're all going to want a piece of this ass of yours." The piercings on his cock created a symphony of sensations with every thrust, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain that had me moaning and writhing beneath him. "You're such a good boy," he said, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove deeper, his piercings scraping against the walls of my hole. "So eager to take it all, aren't you?" "Yes," I gasped, the word barely a whisper as the intensity grew. His laughter washed over me, a deep, dark sound that seemed to resonate with the very core of my being. "Good dump," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Our cumdump." The leather-clad stranger leaned over me, his massive chest pressing against my back as he buried his cock even deeper. "You know who did this to you?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and pride. "DominantDaddy picked you out, had you marked and claimed as his own little slut." My heart raced as he continued to fuck me, his piercings sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my body with every stroke. "You're going to be the best little cumdump we've ever had," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "DominantDaddy knows how to train his boys." The words sent a thrill through me, a strange mix of fear and excitement. I had never been owned before, never been claimed in such a primal way. Yet here I was, being used by a man whose very presence was a declaration of dominance, and I was loving every second of it. The pain from his piercings was unlike anything I had ever felt, a sharp, burning sensation that seemed to go on forever, only to be chased away by waves of pure ecstasy that crashed over me like a tidal wave. "You're ass is so loose and sloppy," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So eager to take it all." His words were a strange comfort, a validation that I was doing exactly what I was meant to. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of my place beneath him, but the pleasure was even more so, a sweet release that seemed to fill every part of me. "Young boys like you, willing to receive the gift of submission, are so rare these days," he murmured, his voice a warm, dark caress in my ear. "But you, my sweet cumdump, you didn't even hesitate." He pulled his pierced cock out of me with a wet pop, leaving my asshole gaping and leaking cum. "Roll over," he ordered, his voice a velvet demand that sent a thrill through my body. I didn't dare question him, eager to please. I took a quick sniff of the poppers, the fumes burning my nose and making my head spin. The world grew brighter, the edges of my vision going fuzzy as the room swam with color. The pain from my abused ass was distant, a mere shadow of the pleasure that awaited me. I rolled onto my back, my legs still shaking from the relentless pounding. The leather-clad man positioned himself over me, his pierced cock gleaming with the cum of the previous men and a hint of blood. The sight was both terrifying and incredibly arousing, a visual representation of the depravity that had become my reality. His eyes bore into mine, the hunger in his gaze making my heart race. Without a word, he pushed my legs apart, spreading me wide, and I felt the tip of his pierced cock nudge against my still-sensitive hole. "You're going to take it all," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Every. Last. Drop." I nodded eagerly, my chest heaving with each shallow breath, my body begging for more. He lined himself up and pushed back in, his piercings letting me scream in pain, agony and lust again, as they slid back into me. Each stud and ring scraped against the tender flesh, sending sparks of pain through me that only served to heighten the pleasure. He fucked me like he owned me, his powerful hips pistoning into my body with a rhythm that was as punishing as it was exquisite. I could feel the head of his cock bottoming out, the piercings tearing into me, making me feel every inch of his dominance. My own cock was trapped in the plastic cage, begging for release, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I was here to be used, to be the vessel for the cum of these strangers, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. The leather-clad man's eyes never left mine as he thrust into me, his grip on my hips like a pair of vice grips. Each push was like a hammer strike, driving his cock so deep inside that I was sure I could feel the piercings in my throat. Yet, through the pain, there was an intense pleasure, a feeling of fullness that was almost overwhelming. The room spun around me, the leather and the sweat and the cum mixing together in a symphony of sensation that had my head spinning. My breath grew shallower, my chest rising and falling with every thrust. I could feel my heart racing, thundering in my chest like a wild stallion. I braced myself for the moment when he would finally release, his orgasm telegraphing through his body in a series of tension-filled grunts and growls. But even as he picked up the pace, his breathing grew more ragged, his strokes more urgent, he showed no signs of climax. Instead, he just kept going, his cock a piston in the engine of my desire. And then it happened. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hotel, he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. The piercings inside me seemed to come alive, the metal vibrating with his climax as he shot his hot, sticky load deep within me. I felt the warmth fill me up, his seed mixing with the cum of the countless others who had used me throughout the night. The sensation was overwhelming, a white-hot rush of pleasure that seemed to consume me whole. But even as I reveled in the feeling of being completely filled, the leather-clad man wasn't done. He leaned back, his cock still embedded deep within my ass, and brought his hand down in a hard, brutal slap against my plastic-covered balls. The pain was instant, a sharp sting that made me scream and arch my back, my body responding to the sudden, unexpected assault. My asshole clamped down around his piercings, the involuntary contraction sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him, making his eyes roll back in his head. "Sensitive, aren't you?" he chuckled, his grip tightening on my balls as he began to twist and pull them, each movement sending bolts of agony through my body. Yet, even amidst the pain, I could feel the my own dick trying to get hard, the plastic cage straining against the swelling flesh of my cock. It was a strange, twisted dance, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a way that had me moaning and writhing beneath him. He watched me with a glint of sadistic glee in his eyes, the leather of his mask creaking as he grinned. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that seemed to echo through the room. "You like feeling the bite of my hand on your cage, knowing that you can't come, no matter how much you want to." The leather-clad stranger pulled out his cock with a wet, squelching sound, the piercings glinting in the dim light of the room. His shaft was covered in a sticky, pinkish mess of cum and blood, a testament to the brutal fucking he had just given me. I could feel the ache in my ass, the pain a constant reminder of the pleasure that had come before. The sight of his cock was both terrifying and exhilarating, a symbol of the power dynamics that had brought us together in this sordid hotel room. With a satisfied grunt, he leaned back, his cock bobbing with each beat of his heart. He took a moment to clean himself up, wiping his still-dripping member on my thighs. The warmth of his cum against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the intimate connection we had just shared. He admired his handiwork, his eyes roaming over my ravaged ass with a mix of pride and hunger. As he began to dress, I could feel the exhaustion weighing down on me like a heavy blanket. My limbs felt like jelly, my hole still pulsing from the relentless abuse it had taken all night. But as the leather-clad stranger pulled on his pants, I knew that my reprieve would be short-lived. "No time to rest," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic joy as he fastened his belt. "DominantDaddy will be here soon, and he's not one to be kept waiting." The thought of DominantDaddy visting me again after this night of abuse filled me with a mix of excitement and dread. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, my heart racing at the thought of what he would tink of me now after this night. The leather-clad man leaned down and gives me a kiss, not a gentle loving one, but one out of mockery off the taste of his cologne mingling with the bitter taste of his cum that still coated my mouth. "See you at the party in two weeks," he whispered, his voice a promise that sent a shiver down my spine. The door clicked shut behind him, and I was once again alone in the quiet of the hotel room, the only sounds the distant murmur of the city outside and the faint rustle of the bedspread beneath me. The smell of sex, sweat, and leather lingered in the air, a pungent reminder of the events that had unfolded over the last several hours. My asshole still throbbed with pain, a puddle of the pinkish fluid staining the bedsheed just below the entrance of my hole, aconstant reminder of my new status as a cumdump.

Good point POZBEARWI. I was diagnosed January 1990 & the night in question was about 4-5 days after Australia's 🇦🇺 200th Celebrations January 1988. Seems an absolute lifetime again. Booze, sex, drugs & more sex. Still here & still wanting a loose, sloppy cunt.

Oh, I've been fucked with my thrusty "Stateside 505" Aluminium bat. The cool metal surface gives an extra dimension as it obliterates my insides. Very good for solo play too, as I can stand up an lower myself onto it with full force, ramming it so deep i want to Puke.

I'd love to be fucked out in the open. Having others watch or join in. Preferably out in town or passed around a bar or something.

Daryl was on his back while his boyfriend, Peter, fucked him as they usually did a couple times a week. The only thing different, this time, was Brian, watching from a chair, stroking the biggest cock either of them had ever seen. Peter seemed to ignore the hot guy on the chair just a few feet over stroking, as he plowed into Daryl, while Daryl was trying his hardest not to constantly stare at Brian. By this time, Daryl would usually be faking moans so that his bf would finish. Peter was a nice young man and devoted boyfriend, but a horrible fuck. He even had a decent sized cock, Daryl thought, but Peter just couldn't get Daryl off. The chemistry just wasn't right. This time, however, Daryl was moaning with desire as he imagined Brian in place of Peter fucking him deeply. Peter sped up his pace a little as usual before he came, "I'm going to cum" he said. Peter then pulled out and jacked off onto Daryl's smooth belly like he had done dozens of time before. So well-rehearsed; and so boring to Daryl. Daryl faked another complimentary comment "Oh yeah, that was hot. I'm just too nervous to cum right now, I guess." Peter never seemed to care if Daryl came or not. Each fuck session ended the same way. And despite them having their first guest watch them fuck, Peter had a difficult time breaking his routine. "Uggh .. I need to shower. I'll be out in a few" Peter said, and then slipped away to the bathroom. He almost seemed oblivious to Brian even being there. Moments later, the bathroom door closed and the shower was running. Brian's patience was about to pay off. Daryl remembered the conversation they exchanged over e-mail messages as they arranged this. Peter would only agree to having a third person watch them fuck. Brian knew that's all that would likely happen. And since Brian was just going to watch, Daryl and Peter didn't mind Brian being poz. After all, he was just there to watch, so no harm done there. "Did you cum?" Daryl asked his newly-made athletic and hung poz friend. "No," Brian answered, detecting some interest on Daryl's part, "why don't you suck me off real quick while Peter showers." Daryl nearly jumped out of bed, and quickly made his way to Brian's thick tool. He had hoped this moment might present itself, and took advantage of it as quickly as he could. On his knees, Daryl struggled to go down down Brian's shaft. He was too aroused to even worry about Brian's HIV status. "Rules were meant to be broken," Daryl had thought to himself thinking about his own personal rule of not messing around with poz guys. Brian enjoyed his new twink friend gagging on his cock; and felt confident he would get what he wanted next. "Look, I know you don't play with poz guys. But, I can tell how much you want my cock. How about I just fuck you quickly so that you can enjoy it a little. I won't cum up in your ass or anything." Daryl thought for a moment. He had never had a cock as big as this, and the thought of getting fucked while his boyfriend was just down the hall showering, turned him on even more. It was so scandalous; and too delicious a thought for Daryl to not enjoy. He knew of a friend who let a poz guy fuck him, and he was still HIV neg. Fuck it, Daryl thought to himself, I WANT this cock. Daryl answered by moving back to the bed and laying back down on his back. Brian knew time was against them, and moved quickly into position, forcefully spreading Daryl's legs apart and throwing them over his shoulders while he pushed his thick cock into Daryl's already fucked and lubed hole. "It's gotta be quick .. oh FUCK!" Daryl tried not to shout as Brian's thickness entered and stretch his hole tighter than anything he'd ever felt. Thankfully his hole was very well lubed from his prior fuck. "Don't worry, I'll be quick," Brian said as he slid the rest of his girth inside Daryl, "I love how you stared at my cock while Peter fucked you. How's that feel?" "Fuck .. feels so damn good, oh GOD. Fuck me!" Daryl could barely contain the excitement. He was cheating with the biggest cock he ever seen, and letting a poz guy fuck him raw. The guilt and fear heightened the intense arousal he was already feeling. Brian picked up his pace and soon was all the way in him. "Oh yeah, take that huge cock." Daryl was having a hard time catching his breath, and trying not to moan too loud, "Oh god , don't stop fucking me." "I'm about to cum" Brian warned. "Please don't stop fucking me" Daryl begged. "But, I'm going to cum" Brian insisted. "Feels too good, don't stop," Daryl said. He had heard Brian's warning, but was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling and was losing control. Brian picked up his pace and jabbed deeply as his cock started to throb, "I'm cumming!" he said quietly while he continued to pound away." "OH GOD! OH GOD!" Daryl felt his cock about to explode; and he wasn't even jacking it. Brian pushed all the way deep inside Daryl and kept unloading the last of his load while Daryl started to shoot all over his stomach, chest and chin. Brian covered Daryl's mouth to muzzle the noise as Daryl moaned underneath his hand and sprayed his load. Brian slowly pulled his massive cock out of Daryl's hole. Both were relieved to hear the shower was still running as they returned to their senses. Daryl leaned forward and pulled Daryl close to his face, "You better leave before Peter gets out. "I'll tell him you were bored and left. Man, that was amazing. I've never been fucked like that. I want to be your boyfriend." Brian heard this before. One of the consequences of having a big dick is everyone says he wants to date you, but he felt an earnest and sincerity from Daryl he never felt before, "Well, you know how to find me. If you really wanna do it, I'm game. Let's talk again tomorrow." They kissed passionately albeit briefly, and then Brian made his quick escape. All before the shower had ended.

I have mentioned this before a few times in other threads. The most influential one was the first cock I sucked and fucked me. For the sake of this site I will say I was 18... This is pre-internet. I had only seen naked guys at school and in magazines. Never had seen a gay porn movie. I had moved to the city to study. And not far from where I lived was an AVS or a sex shop as it was called here. I so much wanted to go there but didn't have the nerve. Finally one time, half an hour before closing time at 11pm I made sure nobody on the street saw me and slipped in. My face burning I roamed the aisle with gay porn. Goodlooking 30s guy behind the counter just watched me a few times. I finally picked a video and went to the counter. The guy looked at me but didn't ask for an ID. He just pointed to a booth. My first gay porn! I sat down and only minutes before I had my jeans on my ankles and was stroking. Then the door opened and the guy came in. He unzipped his jeans and whipped out his dick. It was big! At least I thought so. Bigger than mine. I sucked my first cock! Gave me a few pointers until he told me to get up and turn around. He took my cherry. My first fuck. Loved it!! Didn't hurt at all. I think I shot my load after only a minute or two. He pumped his load in my ass. No condom (this was 1977). He left. I was so stunned I didn't even watch the rest of the movie. Went out into the shop. He walked me to the door. Saw he already flipped the sign to 'closed' when he unlocked the door for me. He winked and said I should come back. I did go back many times(same routine) until I heard he wasn't working there anymore. I also discovered the cruising park around the corner where I got my ass filled practically every night. I think it would have taken me much more time to have my first sex if it wasn't for him. Even now I still remember exactly what his pubes smelled like when I sucked my first cock!

Part XVI I was really drunk and could not seem to keep a thought going. It seemed like I had been getting fucked by several poz guys again, but just could not seem to comprehend it. I remember wondering what I had been drinking, and was was it about the booze cause I was, I thought, just sitting here at same the table we had occupied since we arrived. In any event I remember thinking 'Damn, I've got to quit drinking so much when out', and my brain seemed wooden, and my ass felt wet, perhaps even a little sore. I also remember thinking 'Oh, well, it looks like my buddies are all in a good mood'. I wondered if the one we brought here to get pozzed up had gotten loaded or not. I tried to ask but could barely speak. My buddies, however, apparently understood me, as one of them remarked "He probably will be as he got a good 15 or so loads in his ass." I remembering joining the laughter, and this time managed to add "Yep, I bet he does this time." This started a new wave of laughter and some gesturing in my direction, but I couldn't quite understand that. Not sure, but I think one of the guys is saying something about the bar getting ready to close in a few and why don't we all go back to his place for a bit. Not sure who is talking but seems they are all agreed. I tell them I had better head for home but they are telling me I am too drunk to drive and might as well come along with them until I sober up. Sounds reasonable to me I guess. A couple of them pretty much have to hold me up to get out the door and into a car. Next thing I remember then is them helping me get out of the car again when we arrived. I don't seem to recognize the house though and am told it is the guy from the parade's place. They help me up the walk and into the house and take me into a room and kind of help me lay down to sleep it off. As I am drifting off it seems like there are more than just my 5 friends and the parade guy there but I am not sure. Again I kind of drift back to aware, somewhat, and am feeling like I am moving. I open my eyes and try to focus but still really out of it. I think I am naked now it seems. I am moving and try to shake the cobwebs but not doing real good at that. Looks like some chains hooked to the ceiling and mirrors and maybe two guys showing in them with one apparently fucking the other? WOW, must be dreaming again about the parade and kind of drift off again. When I open my eyes again I am in a bed and naked as hell. Where the hell am I? Also, it feels like someone else naked and in the bed with me. I can also feel something at my ass. I reach down and open my legs up some and what the hell, it feels like a cock buried in my ass. Can't be. But it sure is and as I fell it, whoever it belongs to all at once starts to move and his cock goes in deeper and I moan. Damn, my ass is sore as hell but it also feels great too, but what the hell is going on? I turn my head to look over my shoulder just as the guy starts to really pound my hole. It takes me a minute to recover from that and then I recognize him. The POZ GUY from the parade. What the hell is going on here? I try to move away but he has a good grip on me and is really pounding my hole hard now. I try to tell him to stop but can't get the words out from the sensations flowing from my ass to my cock. I can only move my ass back at him as he thrusts into me and my cock is hard as a rock now too. Another few minutes went by and then he held me even tighter announcing "Here it comes," as he buried his cock as deep as he could in my ass. I could feel it throb and my own cock erupted with a huge load. We lay like that for a bit and then as his cock slipped out of me, he rolled me over towards him, planting a kiss on my lips. I could do nothing but return it, even if I was completely confused. Finally after a bit he pulls away and sits up and climbs out of bed and heads for what I assume is the toilet. I laid there and tried to wrap my mind around what in the hell had happened and how was I here? Just couple of minutes later one of my work buds walked in, stark naked, and grinned commenting about me finally getting up. He came over to the bed and sat down next to me and before I knew it he had grabbed me and planted a kiss on me too. I pulled back and asked what the heck was going on anyway. He started to laugh and asked me if I was kidding? I said hell no, what happened, I don't hardly remember anything and really couldn't remember leaving the bar. My friend looked at me like I was crazy to start with. Then he grinned and asked if I remember what all I had been doing. I told him I just got up and have no idea what the hell was going on or how I ended up here and where were we and why did I just get fucked by the guy from the parade, and he is poz? My buddies mouth dropped open and he exclaimed you just got fucked again? I looked at him weird and asked what he meant by AGAIN? He told me I seem to have a lot to tell you. He wanted to know if I remembered getting fucked at the bar? I looked at him like he was crazy and told him there was no way. He laughed again, and told me I sure had and probably had gotten a good dozen loads in my ass there. My mouth dropped open as he told me that and went into some details also. I was really freaked out and then he told me that every one of those loads had also been poz and that each of my work buddies had fucked me too and couple of them had went twice there and the guy from the parade had also fucked me at the bar too. My eyes were really wide now, what the hell did I do? My buddy then started telling me about all of us leaving the bar and coming to the parade guy's house to drink some more. They had basically carried me in and stripped me and put in his sling to sleep mostly, but some of the other guys from the parade showed up also and with me naked and in the sling it wasn't long before one of those guys was loading my hole also and the everyone took a turn or two and some three. I told him to hold up a minute, that takes a lot of time. He told me it went on all night long before the parade bud got me out of the sling and brought me up here to his bed to sleep. He also said he had dumped another load in my ass in the bed then. I couldn't hold it back any longer and wanted to know the time. He told me it was probably 3 or 3:30 in the afternoon now. My chin had to drop to the floor, that fucking long. How the hell many loads did I get in my ass? My friend said he wasn't sure but probably had to be a good two dozen total if not more. I could not comprehend this again. It then dawned on me that my cock which had just exploded a short time ago was back hard again and my friend was rubbing my bare leg up and down and stopping just short of my cock. As I noticed this the guy from the parade had walked back in and my friend leaned towards me and kissed me again as I looked in the eyes of the guy from the parade. I returned the kiss without thinking and then felt my friends hand leave my leg and grab my cock. I gasped and then he pushed me down on the bed, grabbed my legs and lifted them up and slid between my legs and lined up his hard cock and plunged it deep into me on one stroke. I almost came unglued it felt so good. Damn, I don't want this but can't seem to refuse from the way it feels. The poz guy from the parade came and sat down beside us. As I noticed him sitting down and turned my head that way he leaned in and planted a kiss on me and reached between my friend and my bodies and stroked my cock. My whole being was in overdrive and I was moaning my pleasure constantly. I then became aware there was someone else there. I looked towards the door and there was another of my friends from work. He was naked and walked in and was naked and stroking his cock as he approached the bed. About 20 minutes went by and my buddy fucking me looked deep into my eyes and told me he was cumming and buried his cock deep and moaned and filled my hole with another load of poz cum. As his cock deflated he climbed off of me and my other work buddy jumped right in and rammed his cock in me before I could even move. He really went to town pounding my hard. He had been stroking his cock the whole time there and it was only about another 5 minutes and he was creaming the hell out of my hole too. I then noticed that the parade guy had got up and seemed to be rummaging around in a drawer for something. As my friends cock went limp and fell out of my hole he moved from between my legs. Before I could lower them the parade guy grabbed them and held them up high and told me not to drop down but keep all that in me. I didn't know what he meant and then wham he had rammed something else up my ass. I gasped and wanted to know what the hell? He told me he had rammed a butt plug in me so none of their cum could get back out. I told him I need to get as much of that back the heck out of me as possible. He just grinned, grabbed me and lifted me right up out of bed and stood my up. I just gasped and stood there a moment from the sensations that had caused from that big butt plug. I then told him I really needed to pee now and he pointed me towards the toilet.

Part XV My buddies had just filled my ass full of their poz cum in the restroom. I had cum, too, as the last load entered me. I was so drunk it really wasn't registering that much. They got my pants up for me and helped me back to our table. I was really only about half there and again tipped up the drink in front of me and downed it all. Buddies were talking but it wasn't registering much. I just sat there, mostly, with a grin on my plastered face. My next awareness was buddies helping me up and telling me the door was about to be opened again and we needed to get over there and get our other buds out of that room. We lined up and they were holding me up as my legs were just rubbery as hell. Then came that infernal countdown again. 10-9 I tried to focus but it was hard in my drunken state. 8-7-6 What were my buds saying? 5-4-3 Something about all of us ought to go for once and stay together? 2-1 The door was opening and out came our other 3 buddies and the poz parade bud too. Buddies holding me up were explaining what they had done and wanted to do. A little discussion went on then and something from parade bud about lots of loads. That seemed to be the decision maker, then, as the countdown started for the door closing. 10-9-8-7 I was moving towards that door or more exactly was being half carried towards it. 6-5-4-3 Wait, I'm not supposed to be entering there. 2-1 The door closed and I couldn't see a thing. I was half carried half dragged aside then and surrounded by my buddies. They were talking to me saying something about staying right beside me all the time. I was trying to make heads or tails of what they were talking about but was too dazed to understand. Then they were all helping take my clothes off and helping me to lay down. Good, I needed to sleep this alcohol off. Way too many drinks. There all naked and laying on my back on, what?, felt like the floor. What the heck, where is my bed? I kind of felt my legs being lifted up and then, bam, something rammed up my ass and started pounding away in me. My eyes were starting to get used to the very dim lighting. I could just make out a face a bit, now clearer, and it was my buddy from the parade. He was smiling and telling me how great my ass felt around his cock. Must be dreaming of the parade I thought, but damn, this didn't feel like a dream. His huge cock just kept reaming my ass out and it was feeling better and better. I could feel my own cock now getting hard. He was pummeling my prostate and wow was it feeling good. He kept up a nice slow but hard in and out, driving me crazy. My cock was so hard it was almost hurting. Then I could see that my work buddies were all there too and watching and they were all naked too and stroking their cocks. One of them finally leaned over and stuck his dick at my mouth and I opened and let him in and started to suck him. After a good 15 minutes, the parade guy, leaned towards me and pushed my buddy out of the way and leaned in to me and kissed me and said here it comes. He told me his viral load was much higher now than it had been 3 months ago and I was going to get a big load of his poz cum. I just wrapped my legs around him tight as he bottomed out in me and started to cum. When he was done another of my buddies, got between my legs and started to fuck me. When he had cum in me another bud took his place and another till they had all cum in me. I had also cum twice during this. Then some guy we didn't know wanted to know if he could have a turn. My buddies all asked him if he was poz or not. He told them he sure was and had a really high count too. They all looked at me and I nodded and the guy knelt and felt my ass first. Then I felt him ram a couple of fingers in me and I almost screamed when he pulled them out, scraping the hell out of my insides with his fingernails. He held his hand up in front of me and I could see his nails were long and probably sharp as hell. Then he grinned and rammed his cock in me. I had not seen it but I sure felt it. It had to be as big or bigger than my parade bud. He immediately started to just plow my hole hard and fast. This was not a fucking, it was just a plain old beat my hole to pieces and tear it up, wreck it and then fill it and man did he fill it. I think he produced more cum than all the others combined. As he filled me I was cumming again from that kind of pounding. Then he pulled out and told my buds thanks and he bet if they hadn't converted me, he surely did. Then we heard the count down again to open the door. My buddies helped me up and practically carried me out of that room and to our table. I was still naked and they had to help me get dressed right there in front of everyone.

Part 3 I still can’t believe after three years I finally have Bobby where I want him. The first day I saw him I knew I had to have him. The doorman at the nightclub reviewed his ID for a few moments as he couldn’t believe that the boy was 19. As I watched Bobby walk around the club I could smell his innocence and it made me hungry. After about an hour I got his attention and he sat next to me at the bar. We spent a couple of hours talking and then I gave him my card and told him to call me later and I left. The next day he called before lunch and so I invited him to out to eat. We met and he continued telling me his story. Bobby knew he was gay nearly his whole life but came from a strict religious family and his church scared boys like Bobby with stories about how gay men would rape them nonstop if they ever got their hands on them so he stayed in the closet and last night was his first time at a gay club. He wanted to stay away from bigger and older men and also said he thought a few boys at his college were cute. I knew now wasn’t the time but also knew that one day I would have my boy Bobby and I decided for now to be his friend and mentor. When I planned this trip to NYC I had every intention of finally getting him but assumed I would get him drunk or high and then have him the way I wanted although I was also nervous that it would destroy our friendship but I was about to break and needed to use him hard. At Macy’s it was in a completely selfless way I pretended he was my little brother to help him though the situation but when he melted into my chest I nearly lost my load as I realized I could have him tonight and if I played the cards right could have him forever. So now I am bringing him into a bathhouse and tonight he will start to learn that having a little smooth boy body can bring him, me and many other men so much pleasure. I got us a room and also a locker so that I could stow my stuff as I expected to leave the door to the room open most of the night. What Bobby doesn’t know yet also is that no one is actually expecting us at the office until Monday and this being Wednesday we have a lot of time to play. Bobby’s eyes were so wide open he looked like one of the shota anime boys and that in addition to looking so young and innocent had half the men staring at him as we entered. I told him we would go straight to the room first to change and get comfortable then I would show him around and we could have some fun together. He clung to me which made him seem even younger and innocent but once we were in the room and the door was closed he held me and again started crying. I held him even tighter and he started sobbing out how scared he is and also how sorry he is. He said “Daddy, I’m sorry I was so afraid these past years and didn’t tell you the truth. I have been in love with you since the night we first met. I was afraid that if I told you I liked you that you would want to have sex with me and you would hurt me like I was told in church. For three years I have dreamed of you hurting me but then afterwards I could fall asleep in your arms and be loved by you. I’m scared still about being hurt but I want you to do everything you want to me and I love calling you my Daddy. Will you forgive me and can you love me too?” And then he pushed his face into my chest and started to cry again but more softly. I told him that I loved him already and that he doesn’t need to cry or be scared as I will protect him and he is now my boy forever and that I will hold him in my arms every night. I am your Daddy and you are my boy. When he heard that he squeezed as tight as he could and then looked up at me and we kissed softly. The kiss went from gentle to much rougher over the next few minutes. I told him that his fears would soon be all over. That while he may still have the body of a boy that he will become a man tonight. I then undressed him and let him undress me. He was so cute as he was trying not to touch my cock which almost made me laugh but I didn’t want to hurt him so instead I told him to get on his knees and lick my balls. As he was licking my balls I asked if he could still feel the booty bumps I gave him and he said he didn’t think so and I told him that it was now time then to start and I picked him up and sat him on the bed. From my bag I started to take out some stuff. First I grabbed a bottle of poppers and he said he knew what they were and he did them a few times when he used a dildo on himself and he told me that when he bought a bigger dildo and he couldn’t get it inside his bum he would pour poppers on a pair of briefs and then would cover his nose with them so that he would breath them continuously until the dildo was finally in him. I then sprinkled some T powder into a shot glass and also dribbled a little water in and then using a lube shooter sucked it up and told him that this was just a little stronger than before and that he would enjoy it and remember later the fun we had. While I was doing this I noticed he picked up the poppers so I reached into the bag and tossed him a small cloth and told him to get it soaked and to cover his nose with it. I lifted his legs like you would when changing a baby and then slid the lube shooter into him and shot the liquefied T into him. Next I told him to breath deeper as I lubed a large butt plug and slowly but firmly pushed it into him. He squirmed and I could tell it hurt him but I knew he was prepared already for some pain and I told him this would open his ass so that he would soon be ready to become my pussyboy and as I said that the plug popped in and his cock started to spew his load. And what a load it was. Not sure when he last came but this was a huge load and it took him several minutes to finally start breathing normal again. “Bobby you must really like that butt plug in you”, I said, and Bobby replied, “I like it but I came because you called me your pussyboy. When I would use my dildo and dream about you using me I always dreamed that you would call my bum a pussy”. As he said this I using the lube shooter collected most of his load and then I brought it to his mouth and told him, “Yes Bobby you are my pussyboy and what you call your bum is soon going to become your boypussy and once that occurs you will start to understand what your life will soon be like. You have many things to learn and the first is you never ever waste cum” and then I shot his cum out of the lube shooter onto his tongue and said “you will swallow every load of cum that doesn’t go into and stay in your soon to be boypussy. Another rule is you do not cum again unless I tell you it is ok.” I then reached into my bag and pulled out a CB6KS chastity device and told him that I expecting him to not touch himself and that this would help prevent his from jerking off. “Daddy, I will do everything you say but you don’t need this because I do not masturbate and now that I have you I will never need to start.” This surprised me and I asked if he ever jerked off and he told me that his church told him it was a sin and since puberty started so late he was able to get through the early teen years as he couldn’t cum anyways and when he finally could he didn’t want to. “But what about when you use the dildo and poppers?”, I asked him and he replied, “Why would I masturbate then? I would dream about you using me and you cumming in me, I don’t need to masturbate to do that plus I read that when a boy masturbates and cums he loses interest in sex and you’ll probably think I’m a freak but when I would use my dildos I would normally do it for at least a few hours and the thought that if I masturbated I would want to stop playing kept me from masturbating.” This boy keeps getting better and better! I told him he didn’t need the cock lock and that instead the rule would be that he wasn’t allowed to jerk off but not because it was a sin but instead because I do not want him to. He started to wiggle his ass so I knew the bump was working and told him it was time to walk around.