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It's hot in porn, it makes you think wow that must be intense! But it's not important in reality, lots if things affect how much you like a guy and how well things are going. I don't rate dick size as a meaningful way to tell how much fun you'll have with a guy.

Chapter 1 – Guest of Honor Todd had just finished getting his place ready for his guest of honor. Todd was a successful drug dealer and could afford a nice place on his own. His profession gave him continued access to a world of desirable men and hot barely legal teens. If his plan worked out tonight he would have both. Todd was waiting for a sweet little 18 year old that had just started buying from him. A twink named Aiden was his guest of honor tonight. Aiden was this ginger twink that had an innocence look to him that made Todd’s dick throb. He had laid the foundation after the first couple transactions, allowing the boy to linger and hang out. They would smoke bowls and talk. As with everything with men, the conversation eventually landed on sex. Todd had gotten the smoked out teen to really start opening up about him being gay and his limited experiences. Aiden smoked away his inhibitions and talked freely of his deepest sexual desires. He talked about how he was still a virgin but wanted to fucked by someone specific. The smoke had gotten Aiden to admit that he secretly was into the idea of incest and desperately jerked off each night thinking of his dad. He showed off pics of his dad from his phone. If only Aiden could see the inner workings of Todd’s mind. Aiden had also brought up the idea of being filmed made him hard. Todd being the generous man that he was, offered to set him up with his friend – another customer of his that makes amateur vids on the side. He could set the whole thing up if Aiden wasn’t shy about being in a video. The smoked out teen couldn’t believe it when Todd said he had a dead ringer for his dad that he could invite over for a smoke session. The horny boy agreed to meet up and see where it went. This was a week ago. The boy was prompt and showed up exactly on time. He was ushered into the house by his host. Aiden was visibly nervous but intrigued about the event and planned event. Todd could see that excitement in the boy and it made his mouth water. They sat in the living room. Todd: excited for tonight? Or scared? Aiden: Little of both. Cant believe I actually showed up. I’m so nervous. T: Let me get you something to help calm you down. A: Yes, please. Todd disappeared for a moment into the kitchen and came back with 2 glasses of coke. He hads one to Aiden. T: Drink up. Some G should help with those nerves. Aiden gulped down half the glass and made a face. A: oh wow, that aftertaste. T: yeah, that’s some potent stuff there. Nothing but the best for my friends. Aiden continued to make the scrunched up face as he gulped down the rest of the drink. A: ugh. That taste though. T: somethings cant be helped. Todd sat down on the couch and the boy sat beside him. In front of them was a small box on the coffee table. Todd reached into the box and pulled out a pipe and a fat sack of T. He packed the bowl and reached back into the box for a lighter. Flick. The lighter ignites and he melts the first fat bowl of the night. Todd takes a big rip and blows a cloud out. T: good stuff here. Here, take that Mr Nervous. Aiden takes the pipe and takes his hit. It’s a huge cloud. T: looks like you’re starting off big huh? Aiden offers the pipe back to Todd but Todd waves off the gesture. Aiden proceeds to take hit after hit, finishing off the bowl in a few minutes. Todd reaches for the pipe wipes the bottom of the bulb. He refills the pipe and again melts it, taking the first hit. The cloud escapes his mouth. A second hit is blown out before the pipe is offered back to the boy. They go back and forth until the second bowl is done. Todd reaches over and touches the boy on his shoulder. Okay, into the bedroom. I wanna show you something. They get up from the couch and walk down a hallway to the master bedroom. Todd leads Aiden over to his large bed and lightly pushes the twink on the bed. T: now you wait right there. I’ll be right back. I forgot the supplies. Be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable. Todd turned around and walked back to the living room. He picked up the box of supplies and pipe and turned back toward the room. When he walked back into his room he was slightly shocked at the site before him. The boy had stripped down to his white briefs and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread eagle. A: I got comfortable. Todd laughed. That was not the expression Aiden had expected. His brief moment of confidence dropped from his face. He closed his legs immediately. A: OMG. I’m sorry. I thought this is what you wanted. T: oh im sorry. I’m only laughing because of white briefs. I took you for a boxer brief kinda guy. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a sight to see. The tightening in my pants agrees with your kind gesture. A: I’m sorry. I thought… T: you thought this was all a ruse to get in your pants. That’s tempting. So very tempting. But I promised you an experience and I’m gonna pull through. A: I thought, because it was just us here – that you set this up for us T: oh I don’t mind playing with you a bit. But I promised you a daddy. He’s just running late. I probably should have mentioned that. A: Oh wow. Totally read this wrong. Aiden reaches for his pants. T: hey, stop that. There is nothing wrong with staying comfortable while we wait. In fact … Todd puts down the supplies on a side table and strips off his shirt and drops his pants. He is left in just his boxers with a visibly strained dick print in the fabric. T: See, you definitely got me all ready to go. But the plan. Believe me, you’ll love the plan. Todd reaches into his pants and pulls out his phone and places it next to the party supplies. He packs another fat bowl. He lights up and passes it back to the boy. While Aiden is flicking the lighter and working on the pipe, Todd goes over to the dresser and goes on his laptop. He selects a playlist and porn starts playing on the big screen tv. They pass the pipe back and forth a few times. More and more the boy is getting transfixed on the amateur porn playing. A few scenes have played through with the same ginger top. Not a body builder but he definitely looked like he worked out. He has muscley but not overly muscled. He had a light covering of red chest hair that funneled down to his happy trail and nicely trimmed patch of red pubes. Total ginger. Todd could see the front of Aiden’s briefs tenting. T: you like my friend there? A: OMG yes. He looks a lot like my dad. If my dad was a porn star that is. Todd refilled the pipe, took his usual rip and handed it off to the boy. He also handed him a bottle of laced lube. T: here, handle this while I go check on something. Oh and give those undies a rest already. Leave them on any longer and they’ll burst at the seams. Aiden throws off his briefs and Todd can hear him open the bottle of lube as he turns away from him. He grabs a phone and sets it to record and places it right in front of the boy. T: Video starts now boy. Make it a good show. Try and keep the lube away from the pipe haha. He looks down at the ginger boy. Totally smooth twink except for his pits and small bush above his 6 inch dick sticking straight up. He had lubed up and was jerking off his uncut dick. Pausing every other minute to hit the pipe. Lighter in his lube hand. Todd grabbed his regular phone and walked out to the living room. Chapter 2 – Paying a Debt Sid had texted Todd and was waiting at the front door. Todd answered the door in a robe. He ushered Sid into the house. Sid: okay are you gonna explain why I had to clear my night and cancel my plans. T: yes, now you know how much money you owe me because of your habit. S: ya, it’s a pretty penny. You know I’m working on that. T: oh I have a way for you to work it off. Hence why I needed you. I have a sweet young thing in the next room waiting for his daddy to come and pop his cherry. S: oh damn. I love those. T: ya, a sweet milky white boy with red hair. He asked for you specifically. S: so I just have to pop this stupid kid and we’re good? Are we filming it? T: of course. I’m the camera man tonight. I’ll try to refrain from joining. It’s a special video. Did you take the Viagra on the way? S: ya, its already starting to kick in a little. T: Good. Now I need “fucked up” you tonight. Alright. Go ahead and get into that frame of mind. Here, I made this point just for you. S: usually you only have me slam when you think I’m not into the guy? What’s the damage? T: nothing. Look. I have these pics from last week. Took them just for you. Todd pulls up some nude pics on his phone. Pics of Aiden posing in a jockstrap with his head cut out of the pics. The last one is a beautiful shot of the boy in doggy position showing off his smooth hole. S: Fuck yeah. Sid starts stripping and throwing his clothes on the couch. He’s naked now standing before his host. Todd reaches into his pocket in the robe and hands a rubber hose and premade point to Sid. Sid ties himself off and hits himself. He unties and a small cough escapes the seasoned user. Sid is filled with raw energy and on the balls of his feet, bouncing up and down. His 7 inch uncut dick standing straight up toward his belly button. S: Wow, that was a strong dose. Damn that was good. Where the fuck is this boy. I wanna pound him open already. T: just remember, we need a shot of you rimming his smooth hole. He’s hand toys up there but never a dick. You rim him, give him a huge booty bump, and then push straight in. You don’t stop until you breed him. S. Got it. Where’s he at? T: oh and there is something else you need to know. I need you to know this before you go in there. S: What is it? Just spit it out already. I need to fuck! Todd pulls up the live feed from the phone in the bedroom. It shows the boy with his legs spread and him fingering himself with lubed 2 fingers. He shows Sid. S: Damn that boy is fucking hot. Where did you find him? T:oh in your backyard. S: haha very funny. Where did you find the kid? T: I’m telling you. That’s Aiden. Sid stairs at the screen again. S: no … it cant be Aiden. Not my Aiden. WTF T: Yup and he cant wait to be fucked by his daddy. Or rather, my friend who is a dead ringer for his daddy. Make sure he calls you daddy in the video. Men are gonna fucking love that shit. S: I … I cant. I don’t think… T: oh you’ll do it alright. Not because you owe me a shit ton of money. Not because I’ll cut you off and drop you if you disobey. Because I’m fucking telling you to go in there and fuck your boy. Make him beg for your load. And then breed him like the cumwhore we’re making him into. And because every time I mention Aiden, your dick is leaking precum like crazy. Now go in there and make me my money. The two men walk down the hallway and peak in the bedroom. The boy is too high to move his attention away from the porn. Sid whispers to Todd S: How twacked is he? T: oh he’s flying. He’s green eyes are saucers right now. Go ahead. He wants it. You want it. Make it happen. Todd walks into the room and grabs a shard from the bag of tina. He walks over to the twink who slowly gives him the attention. T: before you turn around and face your fantasy boy. I’m gonna push this T inside you. Pull out those fingers. Good. Todd put the shard at the entrance to the boy’s lubed hole. He pushed it in with his index finger and left the finger inside the boy. Todd could tell the T was dissolving because Aiden was starting to ride his finger. Todd added a second finger and the boy moaned. He pulled his fingers out. He takes his phone and starts recording. T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy.

It feels fantastic. Like sticking your cock into a warm bath. I love the squelchy sound too. Feels very sexy and dirty as well. I love going in second or third.

My main criteria is can the dick reach far enough inside to deliver the load...it can? GREAT! Your place or mine? 😏

It’s always great to fantasize about guys with huge cocks. In reality, it’s ultimately about the connection with the guy. My husband does not have a large penis, but knows how to use what he has. I know it sounds cheesy romantic, But when we make love and I am inside him, it’s all about the connection and the passion we share. That’s what gets me off. It’s that special bond that he and I alone share. It was different before I was married. I would fuck and suck any and every cock under the sun, the bigger the better. This gets old after a while. It’s much sexier to have the connection with the man you love and have given your heart to. Just my opinion.

The word "rape" implies nonconsensual sex, and it's to be avoided, and condemned. There are far, far too many guys around that need hard raw cock pumping loads up their guts. Forcing oneself on someone who doesn't want it is against every humane quality we possess. brnbk (above) is correct. Rough sex is fun, it's thrilling, it's fulfilling and magnificent when it's consensual. When it's not, it's despicable.

It's not about the way cum feels as lube. It's close to spit except it lasts longer (spit dries up), very close to precum, but it's more slippery than oil based lubes that give you a kind of friction that you can pound through. I like that feel better. It does sound hot. Wetter and sloppier. It's about a couple of things. First, you're fucking a slut. You know he just took another man's load and he probably doesn't care too much about who fucks him. That removes the pressure to perform or satisfy and centers the experience on you and your dick. He's going to give you what you want. Let you do what you want, and like it. Screening for pre-loaded bottoms also means they're experienced and actively horny -- there are a lot of inhibited guys out there who rarely actually get fucked and those are likely to flake on you or not know how to take dick. Second, you're connecting with the other tops. Competing, in a primal way that activates when you feel another man's cum on your dick. You have to fuck harder and deeper and better if you want your sperm to win. It doesn't feel like pressure, it feels like motivation, and it's the kind of motivation you get rewarded for. Your balls automatically step up, you step up, the ass feels better, and when you cum, you cum hard.

Worked late the other night. So drove past the cruising park after dark. I had on track pants, work boots and my old dirty construction hoodie - and I lubed up my hole - just in case. I stopped in to see if anyone was around. I saw two dudes stroking their cocks sitting on the park bench, a guy in a hunting shirt and a track suit guy. They looked engaged, so I walked over to the bridge to see if anyone was around over there. Stood there for a bit, and the dudes from the bench walked over to me. I had my track pants pushed down and was stroking by cock. Track suit dude got down and sucked my cock. Hunter dude got behind me and played with my ass, he stroked his half hard cock on my crack. A third dude, a construction worker, turned up and started playing with his cock to get hard, he was watching. I encouraged track suit to his feet because he struck me as a bottom. Hunter got him to turn around and I stoked my cock on his crack. Track suit got his lube out and lubed his crack. I eased in and started stroking my cock in and out of him slowly. Hunting guy encouraged the fucking. He got verbal calling us dirty sluts. Construction guy got behind me and played with my hole and he felt the lube there, he was hard and he started sticking his cock in me. Hunter kept up whispering how dirty and slutty we were getting raw dick with strangers in the park. I was bent over track suit guy, fucking him, and the construction guy was bent over me fucking me. We were at it for several minutes, I felt horny and dirty, hunting shirt guy encouraging us, telling to shoot and get our asses full of dirty park slut cum. I wanted cum in my ass real bad. I love having cum in my ass for the drive home. Construction guy pulled out and blew his load, he zipped up and walked off. Hunter got behind me and stroked his cock on my crack. Track suit wanted his cock sucked, he turned around, and pushed me down to make me suck him for a few minutes. I had a cock in my crack and a cock in my mouth, I felt dirty. Then track suit turned around and pushed back on me, to get my cock in him. I fucked him for a few minutes and blew. Hunter said I was a good boy for blowing my filthy cum in track suit guys slutty ass. I pulled my track pants up and wondered back to my truck. I wish the construction guy blew in me, I love feeling dirty, driving home with my ass full of strangers cum.

Always feel there are a few dimensions to this: a) bigger cocks just look really hot, so visually its exciting (IMHO) b) bigger cocks mash against all the stimulating bits a bit(or a lot) more so in action they have the intensity a lot of bottoms love (of course smaller guys can do just as well here, just takes a bit more skill/aim, the big dudes can just mash it in and know they are hitting all the spots - lol) and of course maybe a con: c) bigger cocks also can be harder to take and more painful potentially. Endorphins can be lovely though so maybe its not all bad... lol

A few years ago got fucked great by a building maintenance supervisor and his workers in a boiler room of a large apartment building. Bent ove a dirty greasy metal bench. Was a mess when I left

As much as I love a good fucking, it's totally fair for a gay/bi guy to not enjoy it, and a word to say not wanting it is useful. I find a range of guys online, from just wanting to wank together to porn - so no touching at all, to guys in the middle who want to kiss and wank each other, to guys who want to fist, spit in each others mouths and get cum in them. We're all somewhere on the scale, and it's nothing wrong with anyone. Just be upfront what you want I think and find your match. But I have to admit I so far pass by side guys. For me the stuff they want to do is the start, not the whole thing. I'd like to get more open minded to this, perhaps it can be a whole thing with the right guy. But yeah, there's no substitute for getting your prostate worked over or fucking a guy, no plans to quit that ever!

All peckers are good peckers. I've had everything from 9.5" and thick down to below average, maybe 5" on a good day, and enjoyed them all. My favorite regular is maybe 5.5" or 6" but a little thicker than average, and more importantly, knows how to fuck. Size queens have a lot less fun than guys who don't get hung up on size.

*********** Finale ********* The room is dark, the windows covered by additional black out curtains. It already smells of gay sex. Testosterone, cum, arse and sweat. I had arrived a couple of hours earlier and was greeted by five other guys. Three of whom who had fucked, bred and pozzed me two months earlier. The other two had been present at my conversion but hadn't fucked me. None of us were wearing the masks that we would wear when our victim was due to arrive an hour later. We were all naked and horny. I was incredibly turned on especially, as I had been told I had first dabs at fucking the young neg who was due to attend. Since my diagnosis I had become a rabid breeder. Previously I had mainly been a bottom but, lately I had become obsessed with wanting to impregnate as many men as possible. I had attended a few saunas in London and fucked a couple of dozen men through glory holes and in dark rooms. All had been bareback but I hadn't known their status and most would, I guess, have been on prep or already be poz. But, the guy attending tonight was like me. A neg guy who was desperate to be bred and infected. This was a huge turn on, knowing it was my seed that would change his life forever. However, I had unfinished business before he arrived. I wanted to get the seed of the two guys inside me who hadn't bred me yet. The need to get poz cum from as many different men as possible had not diminished. Both were ready and very willing. Both were thin and gaunt and ready to fuck. One had a shaved head and looked sick. The other dark and bearded. I made my desire known to both and they joined me on the king size bed. I greedily took hold of the bearded guys cock and placed it in my mouth as he lay down on the bed beside me. He was very hairy and his cock, which was around 8" protruded through his thick bush. He had huge balls, full of toxic seed. The bald guy lay down behind me, kissing me on the neck. I felt his hands on my arse cheeks, pulling them apart. He then began rimming my hole with a finger before sliding it inside me. I was in heaven. The cock in my mouth began to drip copious amounts of precum almost immediately. It tasted wonderful, salty and very creamy. I buried my face in his bush, his cock deep in my throat. The bald guy removed his finger from my hole and I felt him manoeuvre the head of his cock into position. Suddenly he rammed it inside me. The pain was intense as my sphincter surrendered to his immense girth. It was definitely the thickest cock I had ever accommodated. It felt like he was tearing me apart. Once fully inside he held it in position allowing the soft walls of my hole to become used to his width. As I began to relax it began to feel fantastic. Then slowly he began to move inside me. Fucking me very slowly. At the same time the guy in my mouth began face fucking me. I was now totally at their mercy. There to be used for their pleasure. The bald guy picked up the pace and started a nice rhythm, pumping me long and hard. The guy in my mouth suddenly grunted and my mouth was filled with hot, lumpy, thick creamy sperm. I had to restrain myself not to cum at this point. I wanted to retain all my seed for the fuck later. The bald guy who had now been riding me for ten minutes began to buck and grunt as his cocked pumping copious amounts of his superior toxic HIV infected sperm deep into my body. I swear I felt the jet of cum hit the soft yielding flesh of my guts. The other three guys had been watching had to hold off from spilling their own seed although they all looked pretty close. The two men who had just had sex with me then swapped places. I could now see how big the bald guys cock was and it was BIG! At least as wide as a beer can and 9 or 10 inches long with a perfectly formed domed head. It was coated in his cum and streak of my blood. I immediately took it in my mouth and began cleaning him. It tasted wonderful and was still leaking sperm. The bearded guy, who I had just sucked off now had his mouth on my hole sucking and slurping the cum from my arse. I later discovered that these two were actually a married couple and always played together. The bald one had pozzed the bearded one on their wedding night. After a few more minutes we began to relax a little and rested. I had just finished a glass of water when I heard a faint knock on the door. We all looked at each other. The young victim had actually turned up. Apparently only one in about ten do and then some still back out, so there was still time. It was time to mask up and I saw the bald guy gesture for me to go and greet the visitor. I opened the interior door of the suite and closed it behind me. The guy who stood before me was black, only in his late teens and maybe 18 or 19. As instructed he was naked. He was visibly shaking and had fear in his eyes. His body was beautiful. He had a well defined muscular body with clear brown skin. His face was soft, although masculine and very handsome. My cock was rock hard now, knowing that soon he would be mine and carry my DNA in him for the rest of his life. He handed me his completed contract. I said " Are you sure you want this " and he said, in a soft but clear voice that he did. I opened the interior door and we entered the room. His mouth opened when he saw the men waiting for him and for a second I actually thought he would bolt for the door. I reach toward him and cradled his balls in my right hand and felt his beautiful round arse with my other. He felt so good. His balls were of a good size and as I cradled them his cock began to grow. His buttocks were firm and I pulled him toward me. He was now fully erect and he had a beautiful cock. Although only of a normal girth, he was at least 9" long. I began to lead him to the bed, where his life would be changed forever. As they had done with me, two of the men restrained his arms and two his legs at the ankles. I got onto the bed behind him and between his legs. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled them apart. His hole looked tight and I thought I heard him whimper as I manoeuvred in behind, ready to mount him. I pushed the middle finger of my right hand inside him and he squirmed. One of the men holding his arms produced a bottle of poppers and presented them to his nose, closing one nostril then the other as he greedily filled his lungs with the fumes. He sighed as the vapour took effect and I took this as a signal and slid my cock past his sphincter and as deep as I could inside him. He screamed into the pillow beneath his head as I began to thrust myself into him. His intense pain was my intense pleasure. The sensations on my cock were better than I'd ever felt and the knowledge that he was completely at my mercy and I was about to impregnate him soon sent me to the edge. I had only been fucking him for four or five minutes but couldn't hold off any longer, the pressure in my loins was just too great. The release was sudden and violent as my cock exploded inside him. My orgasm more powerful and longer than I'd ever experienced before as I flooded him with my seed. As It subsided I collapsed on his back completely spent. Very faintly I heard him whisper "Thankyou" As I rested and watched the others take turns at ruining him, rough fucking him until his hole wss destroyed I wondered if he to, would join us in helping to convert other neg guys. Now I had knowingly knocked up someone I knew my main purpose in life was to breed as many neg guys as possible. ********* The End *********

t4 AthWhore’s note: If you have reached this point you delt with my admin and medical shit. And that is not the half of it, I also bruised a rib dropping a bike. However, I am back up on the typing pony. I am but a sock puppet for these characters, but I do rather enjoy an arm up my ass. I baited you here with a promise of sex. I try to never break a promise, so enjoy the ride. … continued …”I was working my way up for another beer, got it, drank about half down and then - it happened. The cup was just coming down and I noticed an especially enticing chest with ripped abs and a treasure trail, but then I noticed its owner was looking back right at me, and I dropped my beer. I ducked down to fetch the cup to a couple of ‘hey watch it’ exclamations from guys who had been splattered. I remained ducked down cursing. Surely it was the beers and the rail drink, I slowly rose up and he was gone in the crowd. That is when I felt the tap and a loud voice that could be heard over the music. “Hey Marine, cum here often”? It was Andy. Fuck!”… Nothing in the Boot Camp Crucible had prepared me for this obstacle. Nothing in my education, training, experience, knowledge (not quite the same as education), or disposition had prepared me for hole I had dug for myself. I had thought I might be gay for a long time, I had realized I must be gay after talks with my Uncle, but I had been a practicing gay for only a few days starting with the loss of my virginity. I had no understanding of what my expression might be signaling to Andy or any other drinkers showing off their flesh. I was looking at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was there waiting for the dude to jump out and say smile you’re on candid camera! I was waiting for the GOTCHA! Andy was looking a little apprehensive, not like a predator who had captured its prey. In fact, his expression looked like my emotions felt – sheer startle! “This isn’t a setup”? I asked. “Dude, I mean Corporal, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has not been reinstated as far as I heard, and far be it from me to suggest that a Marine who is senior to me is slow, No disrespect intended - but I thought you said the Navy had reported that you had survived your head injury? He was laughing now; his concern had vanished like a puff of smoke. Andy was right, I was slow. You mean… Yes sir, what are the chances two gay Marines from the same unit, the same barracks, and the same barracks room who sleep together but have never had sex with each other would show up here on shirtless men drink free night? Pretty damned likely I’d say! After a little bit absorbing the bizarre pill that I had just taken I realized I was laughing, Andy was laughing. A lot of things were suddenly funny. I told Andy he had made me drop my beer and that was funny. He said, “Well let’s get two more”! And we wormed to the bar service area through the man-flesh. Refueled and lubed with beer, we wormed over a bit to the wall. We were looking at each other, we both started to speak but aborted when they saw the other was starting to speak. The noise was incredible. For Vets who had PTSD, noise was sometimes a trigger, but I was not hearing a thing. I was falling into Andy’s Hazel Green Eyes. I was admittedly new to gay sex and for the last few days had thought I had experienced love. Up the ass it was true, but how was I to know? I was realizing my understanding of love was a … total misunderstanding. I kissed Andy. A press of the lips turned into a Frenching, which turned into him trying to suck the tongue out of my head. It looked like he was experienced at this, I tried to keep up learning along the way. I did not realize until it was over that this was my first man-kiss. Time was suspended only to come crashing back with an announcement that it was 11 O’clock, and making a few other burps of noise that we totally ignored. It was only as the dance music started, and crowd movement changed that we were brought back into this reality. Andy was taking charge since his stunned Corporal was still a little out of it. “Follow me Mike, let’s do a Head Call. Follow me and keep close”. Andy started moving through the crowd with me following in his wake. There was of course a line, but it seemed to be going fast enough. He looked behind me and said, “Flagging Right Pocket Blue I see”? “Flagging”? I responded. Andy came back with a question - “How long have you been at this if I might ask”? After a pause where I had to backtrack my calendar of impossible and improbable occurrences I replied back “five”. “5 what”? “Five Days”. He looked at me like I was pulling his leg, kept an eye on my frank expression. “Do you play poker”? “No” I replied, “this is not a bluff”? He stared at me intently. OK, you got me, you are either a master bluffer or you’re telling me the truth”. The line was at the door to the head, lets piss. The Head was cramped, and I so wanted to touch Andy but not in this place. I curbed my desire with glances and concentrated as well as I could on pissing before I got a hard on. It was already stiff from before and I had a stream like a fire hose and the pain of urination with a hard on was brutal. A thought occurred from Boot Camp Hygiene class or was it the Clap? Damn! I had not checked for messages from the clinic. When we were both finished, we squeezed out of the Head and went down the back stairs. Andy pointed to a picture frame with an old lithographic rendering. “That’s the old Trolley system going under Dupont Circle, my Grandfather said it was one of the cruisiest places in DC back in the day”. He continued “You want a pint or a rail drink”? I ordered a Blue Moon. Eventually Andy asked, “so you are freshly hatched, anybody I know”? “Unlikely” I replied. “OK, dish, who got your Cherry”? “You will keep it to yourself”? I hesitated and evaded but Andy finally got me to admit “The guys under the overpass”. “WHAT? Were you assaulted”? As I shook my head and looked down “You lost your Cherry to the TROLLS”? I just looked at him realizing what a mistake I had just admitted to and turned to leave. He grabbed me and I aborted my automatic physical response when I saw his expression had fallen into concern then horror as he realized his mistake. “Sorry Mike, really! But please realize that was quite a revelation. I don’t doubt it, who would say it if it were not so?” I squeezed my eyes shut; this could not possibly be happening. Andy said, “Let’s have another round”. As the night wore on and we drank more, we were both lit when Andy asked me: “Can I ask a few more questions”? My glance showed nothing suspicious, just concern so I nodded. “Have you been tested and gone on PEP? I nodded and said “yes, and then added, HIV Negative so far, and I have been afraid to look at the other results. They should be on my phone”. Andy digested this and said, “I’m not writing a log or anything but 12 guys seems to be a busy week”. “Weekend I corrected” Andy’s eyebrows rose but after my last reaction he changed the subject slightly. “Back to our earlier conversation, flagging Blue in the Right pocket means you are the Catcher, the Bottom, or if those terms are unfamiliar the Receiver who likes to get fucked”. I replied, “it is just my beach ditty bag”. “Well, you seem to be a prodigy knowing without learning, though this seems to simply be luck on your part. So, if you had a dozen cocks up your ass 5 days ago, I surmise your ass might be hungry for more”? I asked, “you want to take this back to the Barracks”? “Depends, Andy said, are you a screamer”? My blank look answered his question. “Best to not risk it Andy continued. Check your phone for your results please”. I looked at the message, but it was Greek to me. “May I” Andy Asked. He continued summarizing “HIV Neg but that can take weeks or more to trigger a stage called seroconversion and that is unlikely if you keep up with your PEP. Negative for the rest of the regular list, which leads me to my next inquiry – would you like to get some tonight”? “How, where”? I responded. “DC Still has a Bath House. Finish your beer”. We left down a different alley from the one I had used approaching the bar and zigzagged around to a traffic circle and turned again on 14th. He went into the CVS and grabbed 4 bottles of water, paid and once we got outside, Andy said “chug a bottle but keep the empty. DC used to be the capital of bathhouses excepting NYC. Shit there used to be one a block from the Whitehouse, The Olympic Baths. The seedy ones and the really naughty clubs were over by the far end of the original Navy Yard property where Nat’s Park is now. Grandad said it was hilarious that the Pope blessed the Nation from the site where the old Glory Hole and O street baths were”. We went Up 14th St NW and I asked “is it near the Clinic”? Andy said “somewhat, but that is farther up. Coincidental. Here we are”. He went through a generic looking street door just like thousands of others on the street. The vestibule had a pair of service windows. Andy went up to the free one and said “Two. Military discount lockers please” and handed over his ID and gestured for me to provide mine. Two lockboxes were slid through the window put your valuable in your box please. Andy told me to put my cell on airplane mode and did the same to his phone. We went through the inner door to the counter on the other side where we were given towels. Andy had been conversing with the counter attendant, and it appeared he was buying a bottle of lube. I had been feeling misgivings since the street, but realized that had been the point where I should have turned back. Beyond couches and medium lighting lounge areas you could see gym equipment but besides the combination of unfamiliar environments I was experiencing some unfamiliar sensations internally. I realized my dick was hard and my asshole was twitching. I became acutely aware that besides a manual release jerk off session in the Barracks Head, my nuts were churning with a full load. I was led into a locker room with benches. Andy spoke up: “Mike your eyes are as wide as saucers. I can tell this is your first time in a bath house. Here are some pointers - If someone is feeling you up and you are open to their touch, go for it. If not push their hand away”. He told me to strip and started doing so himself. “Still got your empty bottle? Leave it out as you stow your clothes”. Andy took a plastic nozzle out of his pocket and laid it on his towel. First thing, cleanout and prep. What you ate 24 to 72 hours ago affects your ‘end’ game as of now. Since this includes chow hall pasta, it is best to take care of this now. Take your bottle. Fill it with warm water (not hot) put this nozzle on the bottle, flush and repeat. Let’s go to the head” Andy had not yet wrapped up with his towel but let me to the bathroom where I cycled through this new experience while Andy held a stall open for me to go back and forth. After the deed was done, Andy put the nozzle and bottle in his locker and we went to the lounge area and sat on one of the couches. After a bit where it seemed he was looking inside my head, he leaned in and kissed me again. I felt his hands on my chest where he pinched a nipple, and I jumped. After a bit, he leaned back and said: “OK, I had not planned on playing tour guide tonight, but I suppose I drew the duty. Have you ever sucked anyone”? After I shook my head, he continued. “OK, you jumped to Advanced Placement studies. Important things to remember are covering your teeth, adjusting angle, and do not forget to breathe. Most guys like hummers but we can cover that at the Barracks. I see you do not suffer from ED as he glanced at my raging towel covered boner. First lesson is boner control. Summon a memory of an ugly lady from your past and that usually works”. It Did work! Andy continued. “If you happen upon a scene or sexual encounter, it is OK to watch, but don’t join in unless invited in. If you come to an open room door and get waived in, that invite is obvious. If you come up on a room door with a guy ass up, and don’t get a waive off they are usually looking to get fucked”. Andy moved onto a new topic. “Have you ever fucked anyone”? After I shook my head, Andy continued “Great, the bottoms will be happy about that”. Let’s go explore shall we”? I followed Andy and we went into the Steam Room where the water vapor steam was stifling. There was a group on the far bench gagging and slurping sounds from somewhere deep in the pile of guys. Andy waved me back out. “Sometimes, you can hang around a scene and get another one going, but let’s see what else is up”. We went to the Dry Sauna but no one was there. We padded up and down a few halls and found an open door. Any looked in and said “Hi Buddy as I joined them. Buddy, this is a friend, could you suck him a bit for me”? Buddy moved quick and my towel was on the floor and his wet mouth and throat had a good seal on my cock. He was pressing on my taint and gently kneading my balls. My body shifted from curious caution to moaning lust. Andy has checking his hole with a finger and then asked Buddy if he wanted my cock up his cunt. Again moving quickly, he spun and sheathed his ass on my rampart erection. I was a little hesitant, so he started humping back on my cock doing all the work. Andy’s voice prompted Buddy to pull off, flop back onto the tiny bunk and grab his ankles. I reinserted and Andy was coaching me to watch alignment, pull all the way out and slam back in. Buddy was whimpering in ecstasy. With one hand he grabbed Buddy’s dick and started wanking. Buddy started arching his back, toes and other extremities in orgasmic contortion. With his other hand, he shoved a finger up my ass past a spot that caused everything to explode. Buddy’s cumload spattered his face and the wall. I thought I had died and sagged driving my cock even deeper injecting the last of my load up his cunt. It took a while, but everyone came down from their Cum and slowly realigned with a semblance of normalcy. The finger up my ass was gone, but the quick intrusion had been both sharply stinging and thrilling. There was cum everywhere. I felt weak, different, satisfied, sated, and perhaps happy. Andy broke the mood by giving Buddy’s cock a last squeeze and saying, “thanks Buddy”. To me he said, “time to hit the showers”. This was definitely NOT a routine week for me. Trying to process everything that happened as I was taking a Hollywood Shower, Andy started a soapy rubdown on me. He said “You are playing catchup, but you cannot assimilate everything at once. But, while I am on the subject, what do you think? I stared at him blankly for a bit and admitted it was awesomely overwhelming. Andy turned off his shower head, “come on, there’s more”. We dried and wrapped our towels around our waists and Andy led the way down another corridor and turned into a dark opening in the wall. This gave way to dark space that varied between faint illuminations to pitch black. Further in, there were obstacles/objects that had small pools of light. Andy held my arm and stopped me, turning me into a kiss. For a moment, we were back in the bar where he was sucking my tongue out of my mouth. As the kiss continued, he tweaked my nipples making me gasp and then placed his hands on my shoulders gently pressing me down to my knees. In the dim light, I could just make out the outline of Andy’s uncut cock. It was maybe a little bigger than my 7 inches and was surrounded by a heady musky smell that was making my breathing difficult. A slight movement by Andy and his cock poked my cheek. I started an intake gasp, and it was in my mouth! I tried to remember to cover my teeth. And explored his foreskin with my tongue. He pressed deeper and my airway was obstructed. “Breathe through your nose” Andy advised. He then pulled out, reversing for a few minor thrusts as he did so. By this time, our OJT had attracted some onlookers. Andy steered me over to a padded fuckbench. “A few value added lessons – HIV is pretty slow normally, but there are other STI’s that are worth knowing about”. I realized the absurdness of the situation, was Andy really matter-of-factly discussing STI’s in a Bathhouse Darkroom? If anything, the press of the crowd increased. Andy continued like he was delivering a practiced training plan. You get a Mercer Staph infection up the ass, your days are numbered in days, not years, not months” Andy pushed me over the fuckbench. “You allergic to latex? Speak up now”. However, I could not speak as my mouth now had a pierced cock with god knows what kind of hardware attached invading past my tonsils into my throat. Andy Continued (as he was pressing a lubed thumb up my chute– “I am a Pitcher, I mostly fuck only military, your hole has had some questionable visitors in the past week. You may also find that pain is often the flip side of the pleasure coin. The cock with the hardware was slowly removed . I saw it belonged to a gym stud in leather chaps. The metal of his piercings caught what little light there was and transmitted a message of pain and destruction via little flickers of light as photons danced on his jewelry. His cock was replaced with a big black cock that became a real challenge for my air supply. Andy inserted his cock and the lube could not mitigate the shock and trauma from the friction of the intruding cock. Andy was taking slow thrusts pressing me forward, My PTSD thought I was back in the helicopter drowning, gasping for air every time it became available. My ass was clenching around the latex intruder. Andy lay across my back whispering unintelligible instructions in my ear while thrusting away. Then, Andy screamed in distress and surged forward plugging my throat with the BBC. I felt the condom snap as Andy fire Hosed his cum up my clenching ass. I felt the BBC owner flinch as I shot ejaculate under the fuckbench and once I was able to undock from what had to be 8 or 9 inches I was able to turn as see that Andy was being rough fucked by the hardware-laden leather gym bunny who yelled “take my Toxic Load you Jar Head”!

Chapter 4 – Oh Daddy The entire length of his daddy’s dick was now inside of Aiden. It was sending waves of pleasure through his body. He had just realized that it was his real dad inside of him but he did not give a fuck. All that mattered was the pleasure coming through from his hole. He was in love. In love with his Daddy’s dick. Aiden was left speechless. His body was in euphoria. The high from the T and the dick in his hole. Then it started moving in and out slightly, back and forth. S: Damn your so damn tight, son. Relax and loosen up for Daddy. Sid reached around the boy and found his nipples. He played with them, flickering them, rubbing them. This helped the boy relax a little. Sid could finally get some kind of rhythm going. The stationary camera was getting great footage of Daddy’s dick and balls slamming into the boy’s hole. A: oh Daddy! Daddy! Hearing that and watching made Todd hard as can be. He had long lost his boxers and had been walking around the room naked, with 8 inch dick sticking straight out. Every time he hear Aiden say “Daddy” made his dick throb. He knew he had to wait his turn but was counting down in his head. A: Fuck Daddy. Fuck me. Sid pulls out and backs off the bed. S: turn around and scoot your ass to the edge. Aiden gets into position as ordered. Sid picks up Aiden’s legs and rests them on this shoulders. He spits on his dick and lines it up with the hole. S: Beg for it. Beg for it son. A: Please Daddy! I need it. I need your big dick in my hole. I feel empty without it in me. S: What about your tight little hole? A: Loosen me up Daddy. Fuck me loose. Wreck my hole. Sid was satisfied mentally with his conquest. Now back to the physically. He jammed his dick back into the hole in one push. He was balls deep before Aiden could clinch down. Sid starts long dicking his son. A: Oh damn, it’s so big Daddy. Feed me that Daddy dick. S: Oh son. Take your Dad’s dick. I’m gonna fill you with my cum. A: Yes, Daddy. Fill me up. I need your seed. Sid continues to jackhammer he boy. The man and boy are covered with sweat. Their bodies making slapping noises that fill the room. The boy reached for his dick to jerk off but the man slaps his hand away. S: No son. You get to cum when I say so. A: oh gawd. It feels so good Daddy. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking your son. Sid was getting close but did not want to cum just yet. He stops his thrusting and pulls out. Aiden feels the emptiness without anything in his hole. A sadness takes over him. A: aww, why did you stop? S: Because I’m in charge, boy. Now move over so I can lay down. Sid lays right in the middle of the bed. He waves the boy toward him. S: Okay now, you’re going to sit on my dick and take the whole thing. No whining. Be a man about it. Aiden straddled his Daddy and his ass hovered over his Daddy’s dick. He starts to lower himself. The head touches his hole and sends electricity through his body. He needed that cock in him asap. His hole was twitching knowing what was to come. Lowering further, Aiden takes the thick head and an inch or two. S: That’s right. You’re in charge of how fast to go down on it. Take your time. Aiden didn’t want to take his time. He needed the dick in him now. He took a large breath and pushed himself down all the way to the base. His hole was throbbing. He knew he took too much too soon but he didn’t care. He needed to be filled with dick. S: Good. Now rock back and forth with your hips. Yes, good. Keep doing that back and forth. We’re gonna find your boy button. You’ll know it when you find it. Aiden rocked and rocked and then came to a spot that sent chills up his spin and to his dick. He shivered slightly. S: That’s it alright. Daddy found your boy button. Now I know what angle to fuck you in to fuck the cum out of you. Sid gripped Aiden’s hips and starts fucking him upward at the same angle as his boy button. The boy was in shivers over and over and over. He couldn’t believe that his Daddy was making him feel so good. A: oh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy Without warning, cum starts shooting out of the teen’s hard dick. The teen’s hole squeezing down on Sid’s dick. S: Oh fuck son. I’m cumming. Take that cum. Ohhh fuuuuuck. Aiden could feel the cum being shot inside of him. Filling his insides with warm gooeyness. He counted 5 full shots of cum. Aiden looked down at his Daddy. He had shot his boy load all over his Daddy’s chest. Sid picked some of the cum up from his chest with his finger and fed it to his son. Aiden took the cum coated fingers into his mouth like it was honey. Sid grabbed on to his son and pulled him close. He then rolled over so that he was on top now. his dick still in his boy’s sweet hole. S: Okay son, now I’m going to move and my dick is going to pull out. Squeeze your hole shut and keep the cum in there. Got it? Sid backed away pulling his dick out. The boy did as he was told to do and squeezed his hole shut. He saved all the cum his daddy had dropped in him. Todd starts clapping. T: Good job guys. I knew this would be a fucking hit getting you two together. Hey I’m not ready for my turn yet. Put a plug in him, alright? Todd threw a buttplug over to Sid. He lined it up with his son’s hole. He jammed it into the boy. The boy yelped from the sudden intrusion. T: Go ahead and give the plug a squeeze. It’s that lube feeder one I special ordered for pushing cum into the bottom. Sid squeezes the plug and the liquid squirts into the bottom. Aiden is fine for a minute but soon starts to squirm around. A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you?

Chapter 3 – The Silent Treatment T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy. The drug fueled boy slowly turned around and glimpsed the beauty standing in the doorway. It was just like his dad in the face. But he was all sex god from the neck down. Aiden eyed the man in front of him. His eyes traced the chest hair on his perfect pecks, to his dime sized pink nipples. He had the same sized nipples and the thought made his dick bounce. His vision lowered down the man’s happy trail, down to his red bush sitting above his hard dick. His bush the same shade of red as he had. And the throbbing uncut dick sticking straight up just like his own. The same shade of pink skin. These observations were sending the twacked boy into heat. Who was this man of his dreams? He needed to know him. Aiden needed to attack that dick and get the man’s load. The twitching from his hole was becoming irresistible. Sid stood there solid and stoic. He looked at the boy on the bed. The smooth fucker was just sitting there looking so fuckable. He couldn’t believe the naked twink before his eyes was there primed up for the mounting. But could he do it? Could he actually defy nature and bury his seed in his son. His mind was cluttered with the drugs flowing through his veins. His mind was screaming for him to turn around and run away. His hard dick was screaming to push a warm load into the boy’s tight little ass. Which would win out though? Sid needed a moment to think. He stood there in silence. The boy before him had returned his fingers to his hole. The boy was fucking himself on his fingers. This was too much for the man, after all, he was only human. This hot fucker was going to get what he deserved for being such a fucking hot whore before his eager eyes. Sid walked over to the boy and said nothing. He reached down and flicked the boy’s left nipple. A hard breath escaped the boy’s mouth. Sid reached down and grabbed the boy by his dick. A soft moan could be heard from the boy. Sid released the picked up the pipe and lighter that was sitting next to the boy. He walked over to the side table and packed the bowl and walked back to in front of the boy. Sid lit the bowl and sucked in a big hit. He bent down and pushed his lips to the boy’s mouth and blew the cloud into his lungs. After the man released his lips, a cloud was blown out by the boy. The man lit up again and pushed his lips to the boy again. The man pulled the boy from the bed onto the floor. The boy is on his knees. The shotguns resumed. On the fourth time, the man bent down and started making out with the boy. When they broke the lip lock, the man held the pipe up to the boy’s mouth and lit the bowl for him. Instead of crouching down for another kiss, the man stood straight up and pushed the boy’s head down to his dick. The boy instinctively opened his mouth and took in the head of the man’s dick. He let the cloud escape around the head. A soft “fuck ya” was heard in the room from Todd, the man recording the whole experience. Sid fed another hit to his son and again pushed him down to his dick. This time he was able to take half of the shaft into his mouth. They kept this going until Aiden was able to take all 7 inches of hard meat into his mouth. The boy could feel the hair pushed against his nose and the balls against his chin. He could taste the precum at the back of his throat. He was in bottom heaven. Aiden released the smoke and tried to pull him mouth off the throbbing dick but the man grabbed the back of Aiden’s head and held it in place. The man pushed his dick the full length into his throat. Aiden bucked and tried to pull away and breath. He was almost ready to pass out when the man let go of his head. Aiden pulled away and took a huge breath in. Bits of thick slobber hung from the corners of his mouth. Aiden’s eyes began to water and he looked up at this new daddy. He wasn’t scared. He was super turned on. The man just stared back to the boy in silence. The longer the silence, the more the boy wanted to keep his daddy satisfied. The man grabbed the boy up and threw him on the bed. He did another shotgun and made out with the teen. After 2 big bowls, the man just lay down on the bed. Without speaking a word, he motioned for the boy to come over to him and positioned him into a 69 position. The boy got into position with his dick and balls hovering over his daddy’s mouth. He himself had his watering mouth directly above the man’s pink lovestick. Without waiting for direction, the boy took the dick in hand and placed his mouth on the tip. Aiden could taste the precum that had collected on the tip. That’s when he felt it. The man gripped the boy’s dick and licked it from tip to base and then his balls. Small moans could be heard form the boy as he was taking more and more of his daddy’s dick in his mouth. Aiden continued to go down on the man’s dick until he was down to hair at the base. The man grabbed the boy’s ass cheeks and gripped them in his palms. Moans escaped the boy. The boy was soon rewarded by the man with teasing his warm hole with his finger tip. He grazed the hole just enough for the boy to feel it. This was making the boy feel amazing. He kept bobbing on the man’s dick, letting it throb in his throat each time he took the entire length. Sid used his hands to push the boy forward a bit. He put his head up a bit and met the boy’s ass. His tongue dove into the wet hole. This drove Aiden crazy. He had never been rimmed before and he returned to bottom heaven. Aiden was in ecstasy and lessened his effort on the dick before him. He was just licking the head now. That’s all his brain would let him process to do since he was getting sensory overdrive on his hole. Sid had almost forgotten that Todd was there filming the scene. Todd had gotten close to get a close up of the boy’s smooth hole glistening with spit and lube. Sid returned to rimming the boy. Todd backed up and went to the bag of T. He fished out the 2 largest shards. He estimated that each shard was about 0.3 or 0.4. Boy was the boy going to be flying. He hands off the shards to Sid. Sid pushed the boy away forcefully and jumped off the bed. Aiden was on his feet now too. The man grabbed the twink by the wrist and wrapped it around the boys back. He pushed the boy down on the bed. Aiden crawled up the bed a bit and bent his head down. His ass was on full display. The twink was so turned on by the fact that the man was controlling the whole scene without even speaking a word. It made his hole pucker. Sid noticed the hole winking at him and he knew it was time. He dove his head back into the boy’s ass. The man was eating the smooth hole like he was starving – being generous with the saliva. The boy’s hole was super wet when he backed away slightly. Sid took the larger shard and placed it at the boy’s opening. He looked before him at the perfect twink ass before him and he pushed his head forward. He opened his mouth and lightly bit the porcelain globes. This was unexpected and the boy jumped slightly and relaxed his hole. The man took the opportunity to push the shard all the way in with his 2 fingers. It took a moment but the boy started complaining. A: oh daddy! It burns daddy. Oh fuck. While still in doggie position, the boy turned his head to see behind him. He found his daddy’s face. The face was full of lust. The man put his finger (other hand) to his lips. S: Shhh… Sid followed the command with a small tug on the boys balls. This made the boy yelp. But he shut the fuck up. Once the burning had stopped, the boy was again trying to fuck himself on the fingers inside of him. Sid pulled out and grabbed the other shard. He pushed in the same way with 2 fingers. The hole was spasming – gripping and then relaxing, repeat. Once the second shard had dissolved, the hole slowed the spasming down to a small rhythm. Sid pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his leg. He picked up the pipe and refilled it. He took a few hits. Aiden stayed in position. He didn’t know if he should move or not. Part of him thought that if his daddy wanted him to move, he would have moved him himself. He stayed in position while his daddy finished his bowl. Sid put the pipe down on the side table. He walked back behind the boy. The boy’s hole was so tweaked that it was puckering on and off nonstop. The man put his hand on the boy’s ass and pushed him down flat. His legs giving way and he was now flat on his stomach. Sid jumped up on the bed and laid directly on the boy’s body. The teen could feel hot breath on his neck and ears. He could feel the chest hair on his back. He could feel the hardness of the dick up against his ass crack. Sid used his knees to get in between the boy’s legs and spread them apart. Sid was positioning his dick into the right spot when a familiar voice broke the silence. Todd was on the far side of the bed, where their heads were. He had his phone up and close up to Aiden’s face. The sweaty mess of a boy was there for the video, for all to see. Todd paid special attention to get his eyes in the shot. The boy’s pupils were the size of dinner plates. T: Tell the camera you want it. Tell the camera you want your daddy’s dick. Tell the world. A: I want your dick Daddy. I want your cum in me. Daddy, I need you to breed my hole. Sid just looked into the phone and smiled and mouthed “OK baby”. Sid waited for the all clear sound from Todd. Todd was busy moving the stationary phone to a place where it could get the best angle. it was aimed right at their asses behind them. Todd walked back to the side of their faces. Todd cleared his throat, making the all clear signal. Sid placed his thick head as the entrance of his boy’s virgin hole. He pushed forward and the head popped in. The boy squirmed a bit as his cherry popped. A: OH Daddy! Sid pushes forward getting 2 inches inside the boy. As tweaked out the boy was, he could still feel the thick dick stretching his insides. There was slight pain but all he wanted was more. Sid layed flat against the boy where his mouth was just above the boy’s ear. Sid waited for Todd to get close up so he could be heard on the video. Then he started talking for the first time of the night. Just louder than a whisper. An intimate tone. S: You’re doing great son. I’m so proud of you taking it like a man. Aiden stiffened when he heard the voice. He was in shock even though he was high as a kite. S: I popped your mom’s cherry too. But you’re way tighter than she was. Just remember, I love you. Aiden didn’t know what to do. He recognized the voice as his dad’s. His real dad. Before he could process any further, Sid pushed forward and fed the boy the entire length of his dick into his tight little ass.

“That was some party last night, huh?” my wife Beth said. “I saw you leave with Eric. Tell me what happened.” She looked at me intently. I knew I would tell her everything. * * * It had been her idea to dress me as a woman for the Halloween party the night before. She had suggested it a couple of weeks earlier. She had often said I was kind of pretty rather than handsome. I agreed to her idea, but I certainly didn’t appreciate just how far she would go. We had spent hours preparing for the party. She had made me shave my body hair, plucked my eyebrows, used bright red polish on my finger nails, and then spent a long time doing my makeup. She even told me use an enema, “just in case you meet some guy you really like,” as she put it. She dressed me in a garter belt and black stockings, high heels she bought in my size, and a bra which she filled with silicon falsies. When she saw that I had an erection in her black lace panties, she simply said she would take care of the bulge, and she taped my cock back against my abdomen. Then I slipped on a short, tight black dress. She gave me some of her jewelry to wear, including her fake diamond rings, and dabbed some of her perfume on my wrists and behind my ears. Last came a shoulder-length, dark brunette wig. When we were done, I stood in front of a mirror. I was amazed at the transformation: I really looked like an attractive woman. My whole body tingled with excitement. “Wow!” Beth exclaimed. “Andy, you are one hot-looking babe. You could easily pass as a woman. You need a cute woman’s name. We’ll call you Robin tonight at the party.” I thought it odd that she chose the name of my former girlfriend but I didn’t say anything. I felt my face get warm and saw myself blush in the mirror. I began to have second thoughts and told her I didn’t think I could go through with it, but she dismissed my doubts. “We’re just going to a Halloween party, Robin. People always cross boundaries at these things. Just go with it.” And I did. I was very nervous at first. About half the people were in costume, and I wasn’t the only one cross-dressing. That helped me relax. A couple of guys gave me drinks and I started to loosen up and flirt with them, using gestures I had often seen my wife use when she was teasing men. It all seemed like harmless fun. I had no intention of letting it go beyond that until I met Eric, a friend of Beth’s from work. She had mentioned him as a very handsome gay man. I saw them talking and looking at me, and then she signaled me to come over. He was absolutely gorgeous! He had an amazing physique, which he showed off in a tight tank top and short-shorts. I noticed a cute rope tattoo on his right bicep. My mouth was strangely dry. My cock strained against the tape. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. “Eric, meet my friend Robin,” Beth said. “I’ve been telling you about her. She’s on the shy side but really sweet once you get to know her.” She winked at him and then went across the room to speak with her friend Mark, an ex-boyfriend that she still slept with on the side. Eric took me by the hand and led me to a quiet corner. He told me how pretty I was and how much he liked my perfume. I couldn’t understand why I found his words so exciting, but I was secretly thrilled that he found me attractive. Then he leaned close, put his arm around my waist, and kissed and licked my neck. Then he breathed on the wet spot. My whole body trembled. I looked for Beth, but she was on the far side of the room, slow-dancing with Mark. “Why don’t we split and go back to my place?” Eric whispered in my ear. “I’d love that,” I replied, still stimulated by the thought that he found me desirable and dizzy with a sexual desire I couldn’t really understand. He called a car and we got into the back seat. On the ride to his place, he stroked the inside of my thigh. I turned toward him and his lips found mine. It was the first time I had kissed a man. I was surprised by how natural it felt and how much I liked it. What was happening to me? When we reached his building, Eric led me inside by the hand. We rode the elevator to his floor, his hand stroking my butt. I enjoyed the sensation. Once inside his apartment, he embraced me and we started to kiss, much more passionately. I was aware of the physical difference between us and how I really felt like the female half of a couple. Even in my heels, he was at least three inches taller than me. I am slender and his body seemed much more masculine than mine. After a few minutes, Eric guided me into his living room, where he sat on a chair and spread his legs. I kneeled in front of him, and unfastened his shorts. He lifted his hips and I slid his shorts and briefs down and off. I looked up and saw his cock, long and veiny, inches from my face. It seemed natural to grasp it in my hands, which looked so feminine with my wife’s sparkling rings and my red nails. I stroked his cock gently for a couple of minutes, then looked into Eric’s blue eyes. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. I leaned forward and licked the silky-smooth head of his dick, glistening with his precum. It was delicious! Now I understood why Beth loved sucking cock, mine and other guys’. I ran my tongue along the shaft and then around his balls. Finally, I began to take Eric’s dick into my mouth, gently and slowly, and was rewarded with a loud moan. His hands found my head, his grip gentle. “First time you sucked a man’s cock?” he asked. “Mm-hmm,” I murmured, not stopping. “I think you’re a natural,” he said. My heart skipped a beat. I continued to suck him, pumping him firmly but gently, the way I liked Beth to do it. I had to pause when he hit the back of my throat and I gagged, but he understood. I resumed and started to go faster, pausing at times to take his balls in my mouth. Eric couldn’t restrain himself as he thrust into my mouth. Eager to swallow his load, I thought he was about to cum. But he stopped me and pulled my mouth off him. I looked up at him, puzzled. “I have something else in mind, Robin. Let’s go into my bedroom.” Once there, Eric, unzipped my dress in back and I let it slip off my shoulders to the floor. He slid his fingers into the waist of my panties and pulled them down, too. Then he carefully removed the tape from my cock, which sprung forward. He didn’t remove my bra or my garter belt, stockings, and heels. In my head space, I was still pretending to be a woman. Eric kicked off his shoes and then pulled his tank top over his head. That’s when I saw it: the poison symbol tattoo on his lower abdomen. He saw me staring at it. “You know what this means?” I nodded. “I can use a rubber, if you prefer. But we’ll both enjoy this more if I’m uncovered.” I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was too caught up in the moment. “Will you stop if I ask you to?” “Of course,” he answered. “Let’s start without a condom.” He smiled broadly. I lay down on my back with my head on the pillow, the hair on my wig brushing against my cheeks. It was a very demine sensation. Eric lay on top of me. I loved feeling his masculine bulk pressing me into the mattress. As we resumed kissing, I ran my hands over his muscular arms, back and shoulders, incredibly turned on by his strength. Our cocks rubbed together, his longer and thicker than mine. Then he slid down the bed and pushed my legs up and apart. I felt his tongue on my butt hole, then it wormed its way inside me. I felt my entire body quiver with wonderful, new sensations. Suddenly I was very glad Beth had made me clean myself out. How could she have known? Eric paused to reach for some lube, which he spread on his fingers and then applied to my ass. I felt him penetrate me, first with one finger, next a second, then a third. His touch was gentle, warm and pleasurable. After stretching me for a couple of minutes, he moved his body up and pointed his cock at my hole. I reached down and guided the tip until it met my flesh and then slid into me, slowly. It seemed strange to be doing to another man what my wife had done so often to me. But it also felt very natural, like this was what I should always have been doing. At first my ass resisted and I felt a burning sensation. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to take such a thick cock. Eric saw me wince. “Just relax and push back, Robin,” he said softly. All of a sudden, my ass opened to welcome the intruder, and I felt a kind of rippling sensation as my sphincter accepted penetration. I gasped at the intense pleasure, which only grew stronger as Eric went deeper. He must’ve hit my prostate because it felt amazing, incredible. I never wanted the feeling to end. Soon Eric was buried deep, so deep, inside me, his balls resting against my butt cheeks. He kissed me, our tongues dancing together. “Oh, god, Robin,” he said. “You are so tight and warm. Do you like it?” “I love it!” I replied. “I love being fucked. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.” Eric smiled. “Well, honey, you don’t have to miss it anymore.” He started to move in and out, propping himself on his arms. I rested my legs on his shoulders. I thought my tights and heels looked cute. When I gripped his powerful forearms with my dainty hands, I felt very, well, female, but also something else – I knew the female part was pretend, a fantasy, but the pleasure came from being a man being fucked in the ass by a stronger, more masculine man. I knew in that instant that I was meant to be a bottom. Eric picked up the pace, with long, deep thrusts. I looked at his face, lost in his own pleasure. I could sense his building orgasm. He paused. “I’m gonna cum soon. Should I pull out? Tell me now, baby, before it’s too late.” The moment of decision. I knew what he wanted. I also wanted it. No, I needed it. Besides, weird as it seemed, somewhere inside me, I knew I would have to tell Beth that I had made him pull out, and she would be pissed and disappointed. I couldn’t face her disapproval. “Cum inside me, Eric. I don’t care if you’re positive. I want you to cum inside me.” He smiled and kissed me deeply. Then he resumed pounding my ass, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. Deep grunts escaped his throat. Such a sexy sound, a man rutting in heat, about to deposit his seed in his bitch. Me. One final grunt, a pause, and then rapid deep thrusts. I could feel the ribbons of his toxic cum with each pulse. So much wetness inside me! Eric collapsed on top of me, breathing very hard. I turned my head, our lips met again, and his tongue invaded my mouth. In a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep, still inside me. My fingers stroked his hair and back. Then I was overcome with a wave of doubt and fear. I had been reckless, caught up in our passion. Would I be infected? I could even die. But then I realized that I wanted to share the risks with other gay men, and I accepted what I had chosen to do. The rest of the night we spent fucking and sleeping. In the morning I slipped on my dress, with Eric pulling up the zipper. He held me close, then looked me in the eyes. “I enjoyed my night with Robin. I would love to see you again. But next time it has to be with Andy. You have to accept who you are.” “I’ll think about it,” I said. I felt a tear in my eye as I turned away from him and left. * * * I related all of this to Beth when she asked me about the night. She seemed delighted that I had let Eric fuck me bareback. “I mean, when you left with him, I assumed you would suck his cock. But I didn’t think you’d let him fuck you like a little bimbo. And bareback! What got into you, Andy?” “I don’t know. I got caught up in the moment.” She said nothing for a few minutes. “Does he want to see you again?” she asked, “Yes, but only if I come as a man. No more Robin stuff.” “So, he wants you to accept that you’re gay, right?” There was a pause as I thought about where this had taken me. “Yes. I think I’m ready for that.” “Andy, I’ve always suspected that you were gay. I’m really glad you’ve reached this point. I was planning to tell you today that I’ve decided Mark and I should be together. It’s much easier this way, knowing you’ve found out who you really are.” I sat in silence, trying to sort out my emotions. As usual, Beth was right. I had enjoyed man sex much more than straight sex. She couldn’t stay married to a gay man. She broke the silence. “And the best part, honey, is that I think you may have a boyfriend. Eric wants to see you again. Don’t wait – text him you want to go on a date with him next weekend.” I didn’t hesitate. Then she gave me a big hug. We held each other for a long time. * * * Eric invited me to dinner the following Saturday. I found it impossible to concentrate on anything else. Beth wasn’t around much – she moved in with Mark the day after the party. But she was still involved with what she called my “lifestyle evolution.” She had very definite ideas about how gay men dressed and decided I needed new clothes, much tighter than what I had been wearing. “You have such a cute body, Andy,” she said. “You should flaunt it so Eric and other gay men can admire it.” I had to admit I really liked the way I looked in what she had picked out. The clothes accentuated my slim build and tight bubble butt. Then she went online to a place that sells underwear for gay men and found me several thongs and one pair of briefs with no back. It left my butt exposed and available. She insisted I model it for her. “Oh, honey, that’ll be perfect for date night with your boyfriend. It’ll make it so easy for him to fuck you.” I blushed but agreed I would wear it. On our date, Eric took me to dinner. We weren’t the only gay couple in the restaurant, which made me more comfortable. He held my hand and occasionally reached beneath the table to stroke my exposed thigh – this time we were both wearing short-shorts. I noticed he was wearing a rainbow pride ring. “I want one of those,” I said, and he promised to buy me one. After dinner we strolled hand-in-hand through a neighborhood park. Once we stopped to kiss; I found the idea of making out in public with another man to be a real turn-on. We ended up back at my house, where we were soon down to our underwear. He loved how my backless briefs made my ass so available and told me to thank Beth. We positioned ourselves on the bed so we could pleasure each other at the same time. I built up to an orgasm more quickly and erupted in his mouth. He held my cum within his lips until he could maneuver to kiss me so we could share the taste of my jism. I loved it! Eric next directed me to stand facing the dresser, legs apart, with my ass exposed. I stared into the mirror behind the dresser as he approached me from behind. Then our eyes met in our reflections. “I’ll ask you again, Andy: do you want me to use a rubber? I’m not on meds. If I keep fucking you bareback, I will impregnate you with my toxic seed. That would be very special for me. But you have to be willing.” “It would be special for me, too, sweetie,” I replied immediately. “When you asked me out again, I knew that I wanted to share my body with you and please you without any limits.” With that, Eric began to lube my hole. This time he wasn’t gentle and I felt him scratch me inside. He was going to poz me intentionally. That thought made me hot with desire. I pushed my ass back toward my top and told him, no, ordered him to fuck me. He gripped my waist with his strong hands. Then I felt the head of his dick press against my butt hole, slick with lube. The burning sensation followed as my sphincter resisted. For a moment I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take Eric’s cock, but I told myself Robin had done it and so could I. As if it had a will of its own (and maybe it does?), my ass opened and welcomed his penetration. I grabbed the dresser and moaned. My body was wracked with wonderful sensations of warmth and fullness. Eric pushed into me, steadily and relentlessly, leaning forward to plant wet kisses in my ear. He told me how much he loved being inside me and how my cunt was made for his cock. I loved the way he talked dirty to me, making me feel like a slut even though he was the only man I had had sex with. I looked down at the dresser and saw a picture of Beth in a black negligee staring back at me, her chin resting on her hand with her wedding and engagement ring clearly visible. Eric saw the photo, too. “She’s a very sexy woman, Andy. You two will have more in common now – you can both get fucked by men who like to be on top.” I smiled at him in the mirror and told him he had that right. Eric picked up the pace. I caught his rhythm and started to push my butt back to meet his thrusts, which seemed to energize him even more. In the mirror I looked at his face, taut with pleasure and mounting sexual tension. I could sense his approaching orgasm as I kept pushing back on him. “Cum inside me, Eric!” I pleaded loudly. “Give me your toxic seed. Breed me. I need it. I need to go all the way with you.” “Here it comes, baby,” Eric cried out. “Take my fucking toxic load. Take it all.” I felt his body tense one final time, then he slammed into me repeatedly and I again felt his warm cum spurting inside me. I could picture the poison jism shooting deep into my ass, seeking the raw tissue and the path to my bloodstream. There would be no turning back now. I had chosen my fate. I felt a strange sense of calm and completeness. I turned my face to Eric’s, pulled his mouth to mine, and we shared a deep kiss that seemed to go on forever.

(Another real incident from 21 August 25 night) After attending a professional event in Toronto, on my way home under the cloak of night, I found myself at Claireville Conservation Park, my body humming with anticipation. Dressed in my favorite ass-hugging shorts and a cozy hoodie, I was on the prowl for a wild encounter. It was already a week of dry ass since my last fuck. The weed I smoked earlier had my senses heightened, and the poppers were ready to enhance the experience. As I ventured deeper into the woods, the lights around the park filtering through the canopy of the trees, I spotted a figure standing alone, his hand wrapped around his cock. I approached him, fell to my knees, and without a word, took him deep into my throat. His salty, warm load hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of my conquest. Suddenly, a shadow moved, and a second figure emerged. Before I could react, he pushed me onto all fours and buried his face in my ass, his tongue exploring every inch. He entered me roughly, filling me with his load. I could feel his hot cum dripping down my thighs as I stood up, my body still tingling from the encounter. Walking back to my car, I lit a cigarette, relishing the moment. A car pulled up beside me, and a man rolled down his window, striking up a conversation. His eyes were hungry, and soon enough, he was inviting me back into the woods. His cock was impressive, thick and uncut, a solid 7 inches. He fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless, making me envious of his wife. As I walked back, I spotted a young corporate type, his eyes meeting mine as he took a drag from his cigarette. I followed him, and he led me deeper into the woods. His cock was a revelation—a thick, sharply curved beast that hit my spot with every thrust. I gripped his ass, urging him deeper, and he unloaded with a force that made me moan. He stayed inside me as I rode out my own orgasm, his cock pulsing with aftershocks. Checking my car clock, I realized it was midnight. In just two hours, I had collected three loads in my ass and one in my belly, a testament to a night well spent.

I realize that all the attention has been focused on the President's inability to exert any influence whatsoever on Putin, and the unfortunate side-effect of that focus is that the P.M. of Israel has begun his march of destruction into Gaza, without much attention paid in the major media. Some nations in the world have voiced intentions to "recognize" an "Independent State of Gaza, which would mean official condemnations of Netanyahoo and his depraved policies regarding those terribly distressed, starving, broken people. While the World is focused on the pitiful puke emanating from Washington's Mouth, attention has been diverted from the ongoing, depravity still happening in Gaza. All those ICE guys would be put to far better use over in the Levant, rather than in our cities streets. I can only hope for the best for both Gaza and Ukraine.

I had a FB who had a rape fantasy. What he really meant was he wanted to roleplay: Put your hand over his mouth, use spit as lube, and fuck hard. When he kept asking for it I got bored so I switched it up a bit. I started by getting him off. THEN I fucked him as above. Did he enjoy it? No, he was begging me to finish. Did I rape him? Also no. He could have freed himself or even told me to stop but didn't. He knew I wasn't going to unalive him or otherwise harm him. He was not happy in the moment but he told me how he kept jerking off thinking about it. As for me, I never really considered myself a dom but if someone tells me they're sub, that's how I gauge whether they really are. All this is very different from someone unexpectedly putting a knife to your throat while another guy punch fisted you (assuming you're not a fisting bottom.) You probably wouldn't enjoy it much, nor would likely jerk off thinking about it.

Yeah, I thought I was good with it at first. My first few times it made my stomach bad, then I seemed to get used to it for a bit, then after a while my stomach didn't like it again. So I have to be careful when I take prep, not too much coffee, maybe no coffee if it's being very difficult :( avoid spicy food, just eat more carefully than normal. And not go hungry too long. I take it and half hour later I have a weird feeling in my stomach, but have a bagel or something and it's ok. I'm learning how to manage it when taking prep and it's helping. Maybe my stomach will get ok with it in time.

Nice to look at, but in practice being with larger dudes is more of a chore than pleasure. Big dick energy sometimes means the guy is lazy and doesn't get fully hard on top of it. Nothing gets me off like a beefy dude with a rock hard 5" cock who is verbal and fucks your mouth like a puss gushing deep inside.

I haven’t been taking loads is much lately as I getting big into meditation as I’ve been feeling empty wasting so much time on hookups. Last Friday I was feeling super horned and a little depressed so I stopped at one the video stores and slut in me is so glad I did. It was slow at first but eventually a guy comes in who really wasn’t my type. Turns out he stripped completely and was hanging by a booth with a solid 7 inches hard. So I hop in the adjacent booth and blow him at first , and then turned around and let him breed my ass through the glory hole which he did for a good 20-25 minutes before blowing his load inside me. After he left I found another guy that wanted me to blow him and he asked me if he could nut in my mouth. I said I’d rather you nut on my ass and bent over for him. He starts jerking furiously and Instead of blowing it on my ass, he pushes his cock head into my hole and nuts inside me. Now I’m so turned on, I go into a booth by myself and start stroking one out, when I was getting close I head more people outside so I went for a look. Saw a hot guy in a hallway corner and he motions me over and I start blowing him. I noticed others were watching but just kept working on him. He gets me off my knees and has me bend over the chair. I figure he’s gonna fuck me but instead he motions to someone else I really can’t see at all and that guy fucks me. He was pretty big too. So he s grunting and cums fairly quick. And then another guy comes up and fucks me. He took longer, about 10 minutes of very hard fucking. He was not as big but still a great fuck and then he nuts in me. So now it’s the guy who I was blowing to fuck me. But he won’t. Says he doesn’t want to catch anything as he just watch two strangers breed me. So I said ok. And he went to jerk off to a porn movie. I said when you get close , let me know and I’ll finish you off. So I start walking around for a bit and kinda forgot. Then out of the blue he comes back. I was gonna get down on my knees again but he bends me over pushes in and cums on the third thrust and just leaves. So I get dressed again and found a booth with a decent movie to watch and just got really high on my poppers and rubbed out a load. I never even bothered to woo up or anything. Just went home with all the cum soaking my clothes. so much fun

Recycling some bits below: Originally coined by Dr Joe Kort, as discussed in this post, "side" was intended as a name for those that do everything but anal sex. The term "side" has been shifted from its pure and intended meaning as discussed here. It's perfectly valid for men to decide they don't do anal, just as it's perfectly valid for those for whom anal is the main event to avoid guys who identify as "sides". Fucking and getting bred is my main thing, so hooking up with side guys just doesn't get me what I need. That said, blaming, shaming, or pathologizing people who aren't into what you want to do isn't cool. It can be frustrating that guys aren't available to fuck, I know, but it's their right to decide what they do and don't do. Just as it's everyone else's right to not engage with them.

at the frist time felt humiliating but then felt like a reward to have cum in me

I suspect it is more than many wish their dicks were bigger than it is; more than the other guys dick is bigger. There is a power implication of course. The belief that the larger the dick the stronger the guy. Sort of like Samson but with dicks instead of hair (or were the biblical writers just using "hair" to protect the overly sensitive?). 🙂

Oof, that comment goes hard on the bossy bottom energy. Reminds me of the guys on Scruff and Growlr that turn their profile into a laundry list of "requirements" to get with them. Pass. I'm here for a good time, not to fulfill some ridiculous fantasy or overinflated sense of entitlement a cumdump has somehow developed for themselves.

Big dick is fun to look at, but not so much to fuck with.. Average is neat all purpose. 'Big' means long/thick/both? If its longer than average it's fine, but if it is too thick it is not that good in my opinion - I can't deepthroat it, my jaws ache when I suck it for longer. I like 1.5-1.7 inch in diameter the most a and length 6-8 in.

Over the years I learn to respect and enjoy all hard cocks, large or small. My purpose is to give the top pleasure and hope they will unleash that load preferable in my hole but happy to swallow. those with smaller cocks do tend work harder and great to feel this. Of course it is good to feel a large cock stretching you and pulsating as they unload. in an app, I tend to look more at what their interests/fetishes are. In face to face, then more chemistry, but any hard cocks get my attention. agree if you go looking for large cocks only, you are missing out a great deal. It is more what one delivers and less the size.

I met Peto and his then boyfriend Luckyjoe a couple of times. Hired him to breed me when serosorting was still a thing, my hole got destroyed and bred. He bred my husband a couple of times too. Peto and Luckyjoe were living in Brussels when TIM recorded a scene in Luckyjoe's appartment, my hubby was the cumdump in that scene. good memories of both.

So this happened this morning. And yes it's the same man from the sodomized by a bear daddy post I wrote about. I have been trying to get back together with this man for almost a week now. Back and forth messages online has been painful and made me so regretful I didn't get his number last time. But we agreed yesterday to get together this morning and we did. I had some coffee and got prepped and headed to his place. I was so happy to see this large stocky bear man when I knocked and he opened the door. I still can't describe the build on this man how stocky and large he is not just bear large but stocky build in general. We immediately kissed and he grabbed me and embraced me. I instantly got hard and felt my cock in my pants rubbing against his hard cock in his shorts. After some making out we went upstairs. I stripped my clothes off and this daddy bear was all over me. We started making out again and he felt my ass as we were making out. God I love the way he likes to play with my ass while we make out. I lightly sucked his nipple and he groaned while I was doing this. He started playing with my hole and fingering it a little too. He then pushed me on the bed so I was on my back. He my hard cock in his mouth and slowly began sucking it. His mouth felt so good. He then pulled off and had me lay on the bed on all fours with my ass in the air. I knew I prepped pretty well and thought maybe my hole is loosened up more after being fucked twice yesterday. I thought maybe I could take him better then I did last time. I felt his thick cock head push in and it did feel really good. I started moaning groaning and crying out a little. I told him how good it felt and he started fucking me. He said he wanted me to suck his dick but he was so horny and wanted my ass that he couldn't wait. He started fucking me faster and said he liked that I'm enjoying it. I thought that I finally relaxed my ass enough to take him but I was wrong. I'm not sure if he was leading me into a false sense of security either. He pushed in further and I started crying out. He told me to open up my second hole. Second, fuck it felt like he was going into my third hole. I still don't know how he manages it but he started pushing in even deeper and I was crying out and moaning like a bitch in heat. Just like last time I was. I was a bitch being fucking by a hot daddy bear. He pulled out more and then kept shoving it in me deeper. He stopped doing fast strokes and did deeper thrusts. I don't know how he kept figuring out how to open my hole more. But despite the pain and discomfort I was still loving it. He pulled out for a minute and said he didn't want to cum to soon and he wanted me on my back. He put me on back and pushed his thick daddy bear dick in me again. Fuck he pushed in so fast he said that it popped right in. I literally did feel it pop in too. I could feel my hole opening up more but he still pushed in farther and still making me squeal and moan while he fucked me. He started fucking me faster and I felt my body start to tingle. He adjusted the position so I was on my side and he continued to fuck me. Each position he changed seemed like he found a way to get in deeper and deeper. After fucking me on my side he put me on my belly. He got on top of me completely and I was at his mercy as he pounded away at my hole pushing it in deeper and deeper. My body was still sort of feeling numb and my hands were starting to go numb. Fuck. I heard him grunt and his breathing pick up and knew he was going to cum. I heard him shout and felt him fill up my hole. He layed on top of me for a few moments while he was catching his breath. After he pulled out we lay next to each other like the previous time. We both talked for a bit and caught up with each other. He has has had some fun sexual encounters with others and I told him about mine. After we were in the middle of telling fun stories to each other he said he wanted me to cum. I was a little nervous about cumming on the spot and I tried but it was not fully happening. Then something changed. He mentioned something about my hole being loose. But it was the tone and how he said it. I asked if he liked fucking me deep and he said he loved it. He said he loved wrecking my hole with his big thick dick. I told him when he fucked me I was moaning yelping like a bitch getting fucked. He said I was and he loved it and said it was hot. He said he loved breeding me and fucking my ass. The more he talked dirty to me the harder I got. He kept talking dirty to me telling me how hot it was to fuck me and how good my hole felt. I was not only rock hard but I was starting to cum. I came on both of us around our stomach. Fuck it felt so good since I hadn't cum in a while too. I was glad that we both got off. I forgot that I did used to love it when guys talked dirty to me I guess that doesn't change. But also the way he did it. I showered afterwards and this time we exchanged numbers. I'll definitely see him again. He is an incredible man especially when it comes to fucking. And I love how he's honest about his encounters and seems to like when I tell him about mine. At least I got his load unlike last time but that still didn't really bother me. But damn it's been a few past two days. Will probably take a break from all this fun for a while and recharge. Until the next encounter.

Ok, my husband is larger( 9.5x6) real. But it about the connection with the other thats the best!!!! ( but that ass too wall(say gh) its about load) but connection 👍🏻

I agree with @YVRbugchaser that there's a lot of "size inflation" going on. It's so bad, in fact, that I do it (gently) myself because I finally realized that people were expecting me to be smaller (based on "large") than I actually am (which is substantially above average). Personally, I have enjoyed dicks of all sizes. The ones I haven't enjoyed are generally ones that won't get/stay hard (disappointing) or won't cum (also disappointing) or that are attached to people with a lot of attitude or other offputting characteristics.

My wife and I haven’t had sex in over 13 years. I started having sex with men over 3 years ago. Best decision I ever made! I love sucking cock, swallowing cum, getting fucked and getting bred! I am a total bottom and I love it!! Next stop-getting converted!!!!!!

No, so-called "CNC" (consensual non-consensual) is a thing. If it works for you, then I say go for it!

I think a lot of guys conflate "big dick" with skill in using that 'big dick'. There's nothing at all under the sun wrong with owning a "big dick" - and there's nothing wrong with owning a modest dick. We have what we have, and everything depends on the learned skill with which we use what we've got.

i think what you want is "rough sex". Rape is inherently non consensual, like say a woman wants to have sex with you and you don't want it!

Most influential is certainly my dad. He taught me everything. Next is probably the daddy I lived with during college. He helped me understand that this wasn't something I'd outgrow, that cock and cum is a lifelong need, and I embrace it.

I’ve been married to my wife for just over three years. Before getting married, thru my late 20’s I knew that there was some level of sexual attraction I had towards men, I could definitely feel it, but was never really compelled enough to act on it or explore it further. A year into my marriage it was like a switch inside of me was flipped and I started getting really turned on by gay porn, I began fantasizing about being with older men, getting used, being totally submissive and creating a completely secret and separate, totallly opposite sex life from the one I shared with my wife… it started with posting innocent ads on CL just looking for attention from the guy types i was turned on by, to having multiple guys I’d communicate with and exchange dirty messages with when my wife wasn’t around. Eventually the constant fantasizing and regular conversations with real guys who wanted to play with me became a temptation that I’d struggle with. I was terrified to get caught by my wife or anyone for that matter, I couldn’t imagine what would happen to my life if any of what I was doing were to get out, and as much as I wanted to explore being with another man I knew that it would be a risk that I couldn’t take if something were to happen where I brought home an STD or worse. As time went on the temptations, the urges and the desire i had inside of me just continued to grow stronger, and my fantasies grew kinkier and riskier. The guys I’d chat with didn’t make it any easier, most of them were much older horny dirty perverts just waiting for their opportunity and chance to get with me and subject me to their filth. They would all have different things they were into and share the types of things that they’d do to and with me if I were to ever give them the chance. The scenarios and ideas they’d fill my head with was getting kinkier and more intense and eventually it became what I was really attracted to and turned on the most by. Before I knew it I was fantasizing about being used in every sleazy, filthy, nasty way possible by a bunch of different dirty older men, all of which I knew would 100% jump at the opportunity if I ever told them I wanted to make something happen. I began obsessing and craving the things that only existed in my fantasies, like letting guys fuck me, use me and treat me like a total slut… being tricked, coerced or forced into giving myself up completely raw, letting anyone put their cum in me if they wanted to, and having every single aspect of what happens be focused on making me feel like the biggest dirty slutty mindless whore… I found myself thinking of different ways that I could sneak around behind my wife’s back to hookup with a guy and how I could pull off being the slut I was yearning to be while still keeping it an airtight secret… my creativity started to scare me when I realized how easy it could be to actually make things a reality and act on my fantasies without my wife being suspicious or suspect anything at all. it was only a matter of time before I let my horniness and all the constant pent up sexual energy and pressure cause me to give in and have a lapse in judgment that puts me in the kind of situation and position where it’s almost too easy to be taken advantage of… i ended up letting my guard down with a guy I’d been chatting with since the very start of when my feelings emerged. There wasn’t a thing we hadn’t talked about or shared with each other about what we would do or try if we were to ever meet, so I knew what I could be up against and all the possibilities that getting together could include and just how kinky and dirty his mind was. He was in his 50’s, divorced, lived alone and was always horny, he told me that he messes around with other people regularly and has always used that to convince me to play with him. He was probably the most perverted out of all the older guys I talked to and also the one ive always felt the most afraid of exposing myself to bc I knew it would probably be the riskiest choice I could possibly make. At the same time there was this insane attraction and pull towards him that made me feel helpless and unable to resist, I’ve never felt hornier and more turned on by anything else in my life, and he knew this. So when I snuck away from my wife for the first time to be with another guy, he made sure that experience would belong to him. From the very moment the door closed behind me after stepping foot inside his place, he made sure I got to really feel like his slut and be treated like one every second that he had me in his possession. From being put on my knees and stripped naked right inside the front door and immediately having my face smothered by his cock and huge sack of balls I knew i was gonna leave full of regret but so satisfied. The hour that I promised I would give myself to him for turned into a three hour session after innocently letting him place my wrists ankles and neck in cuffs and a collar and being told that I was his sex servant and he would hold me in captivity for as long as he likes. Although I didn’t expect for it to happen like that, he made sure I experienced so many different aspects of my fantasies that we talked about leading up to my visit… but he made a point to do it all the way he liked and made it all about his pleasure. He gave me my first facefucking, used my throat while I was tied down and couldn’t move away or push him off when I started to gagging and choking… I had my ass eaten and teased for much longer than I could handle, my balls held onto and squeezed tightly while my ass cheeks were slapped and smacked hard over and over. Any contact he had with me was forceful and rough and I was constantly being held onto, grabbed, squeezed or manhandled in some way while simultaneously being used to provide him with sexual pleasure. At one point I knew The thing I was both most excited about but terrified of was probably gonna happen bc of how I was restrained on the bed. I was face down and My wrists were tied behind my back, my legs open with my feet pushed apart and ankles secured making it impossible for me to move the lower half of my body around more than a wiggle. The moment I felt each of his hands on my ass cheeks, grabbing them hard and pulling them apart so my hole was stretched out fully exposed, open and vulnerable, I began wondering if I had made a huge mistake by doing all of this, that I should have never even thought of cheating on my wife especially in such a sleazy risky dirty way and with someone I knew was a pig and a [banned word]… As I expected, I was gonna have to feel like a stupid little slut when I took my very first cock in my ass and given my first fuck. Between the globs and streams of lube I had squirted between my cheeks and being spit on I was a wet juicy dripping mess before even feeling the warmth of his cock at my hole. My face was buried into the bed and even if I tried to turn I couldn’t look back far enough to see what was happening. He asked if I wanted him to wear a condom to be safe and give me peace of mind whenever I go to fuck my wife the next time. I was a little shocked but said yes, that I would definitely rather not go raw especially my first time doing this. He then told me that what I want doesn’t matter to him and he’s gonna fuck however he wants to fuck and it’d feel so much better for him if he got to start fucking my hole, leaving me in a state of worry and panic wondering how my hole was being used. It was an incredible rush and made me hornier than I could imagine but I was still pretty nervous. Being the dirty [banned word] that he was, he promised me that he could easily make my first fuck something I’d never forget if I wanted him to. I knew he was about to tease and taunt me and use the power and control he has over me while I’m helpless and completely at his mercy. The verbal teasing immediately turns into a reality when I feel my hole being overwhelmed from the intense pressure of being stretched open and penetrated by his huge head. He’s chuckling and talking dirty from behind me and all I can do is moan and try desperately squirming around beneath him. I can tell he’s loving the reaction he’s getting outta me with only the tip of his cock. Even though he was easing himself into me really slow, I was still struggling with the pain of being opened up. I felt him sink his entire head into me and could feel the ridge of his head slip inside me before stopping. He tells me to relax and that it’s gonna be fine and there’s nothing to worry about. Then he asks if I can tell whether he’s wearing a condom or not by the way it feels… I say no and tell him this is all new to me and I have no idea what to expect or what it’s going to feel like. He leaves me plugged with his head for a few moments and lets me get used to the feeling of having him inside me. When he senses that I’m a little more relaxed he tells me that he’s surprised that I actually followed through with coming over and cheating on my innocent oblivious unsuspecting wife situation. He teases me asking what she would think of her husband if she could see me right now, face down in a strangers bed with my hands and ankles tied and another man’s cock in my ass…. He tells me that even though he’s loving the fact that he’s getting to make a slut out of a young naive married virgin boy, it’s wrong of me to do this to my wife and I should feel ashamed for allowing my horniness and a fantasy to cause me to stray into risky potentially dangerous territory. I feel gradual pressure building around my hole and realize he’s plunging in deeper. I’m so caught up by the sensations throbbing between my cheeks that I don’t realize him reach over and pick his phone up off the bed while chuckling. He tells me that my ass looks even tighter thru his phone cameras lens. I immediately start to beg and plead for him to stop recording and that I’m not okay with him getting me on video like this. There’s no response but I can still see the brightness of the flash being on from behind me and know he’s still filming.

The next two weeks passed in a haze of anticipation and routine. Doug found himself pressing his fingers against the sides of his neck every morning, tracing the faint swell of his glands beneath the skin. They were tender, but not painful—just a quiet reminder that something might be shifting inside him. He’d stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tilting his head to the side, searching for any other sign, any hint that the virus had taken hold. But there was nothing else. No fever, no rash, no crushing fatigue. Just the dull, persistent ache in his throat, like the ghost of a cold that never quite arrived. He didn’t stop taking Chris’s cum. If anything, he sought it out more. Some days, it was just the two of them—Doug on his knees in Chris’s dimly lit bedroom, ass lips working around the thick, salty pulses of cum that Chris groaned out with a filthy, "Take it, you hungry little slut. Soak that poison up." Other times, Jay was there, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Doug milked out every last drop, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. Jay would always join in after, his voice rough with approval as he fucked Doug raw, murmuring, "That’s it, baby. Let him fill you up. Let him turn you into one of us." One evening, Jay arrived at Doug’s place with a six-pack of craft beer and a smirk that promised trouble. Doug had just stepped out of the shower, his skin still damp, the towel slung low around his hips. Jay leaned against the kitchen counter, cracking open a bottle, his gaze raking over Doug’s body with that familiar, possessive heat. "You look like you’ve been thinking about something," Jay said, his voice low. "Or someone." Doug exhaled, running a hand over his smooth scalp. "Just… waiting," he admitted. The words felt heavy, like a confession. He’d been carrying the rapid test in his nightstand for days, too nervous to use it, too curious to throw it away. Jay set the beer down and crossed the room in three long strides, his hand cupping Doug’s jaw. "Then let’s find out," he murmured, pressing a slow, deep kiss to Doug’s mouth. His tongue tasted like hops and something darker, something that made Doug’s pulse kick up. "No more waiting." The test was simple, clinical in its design, but the weight of it settled in Doug’s chest as he sat on the edge of the bed, the plastic stick resting on his thigh. Jay stood behind him, hands gripping Doug’s shoulders, thumbs tracing slow circles over the tense muscles. The timer on Doug’s phone ticked down—thirty seconds, then twenty, then ten. His breath hitched when the single line began to blur, then split. A second line, faint but unmistakable, appeared beside the first. Positive. Doug stared at it, expecting fear, or panic, or at least a flicker of regret. But all he felt was a slow, dark thrill uncurling in his gut. His cock twitched, thickening against his thigh. Fuck. He let out a shaky laugh, his voice rough. "I’m— holy shit, I’m actually—" Jay’s grip tightened, his lips brushing the shell of Doug’s ear. "Yeah, you are," he growled. "And you love it." His free hand slid down Doug’s chest, palming the growing bulge in his towel. "Fucking poz now. Just like me." His fingers dipped beneath the terrycloth, wrapping around Doug’s cock, already half-hard and leaking. "Tell me how it feels." Doug groaned, his head falling back against Jay’s shoulder. "Dirty," he gasped. "Fuck, it’s hot. I’m— I’m one of you now." The words sent a jolt through him, his hips jerking into Jay’s grip. "I want you to fuck me. Now. I want to feel it— feel what it’s like to be a poz man railed by another poz man." Jay didn’t need to be told twice. The towel was torn away, Doug’s chest pressed against the mattress as Jay kicked off his jeans, his thick, curved cock already glistening at the tip. There was no preamble, no gentle stretching—just the slick press of Jay’s fingers against Doug’s hole, gathering the spit he’d hocked onto his palm, then the broad, insistent head of his cock pushing in. Doug moaned, his fingers clawing at the sheets. "Fuck, yes—" Jay bottomed out with a groan, his hips slapping against Doug’s ass. "That’s it, take my poz dick," he snarled, his voice rough with lust. "You’re mine now. Fucking ours." His thrusts were punishing, each snap of his hips driving Doug deeper into the mattress, his cock dragging against the sheets with every jolt. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna breed you proper." Doug was babbling, his words dissolving into filthy, breathless pleas. "Yes— fuck, please— I want it, I want your cum, I want to be full of you—" His own cock was aching, trapped beneath him, leaking onto the bed. The knowledge that he was positive now, that Jay was pounding into him raw with no barriers, no lies—it was too much. His orgasm crashed over him without warning, his cock pulsing against the sheets, cum spilling out in thick, messy ropes as he groaned into the pillow. Jay wasn’t far behind. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock jerking as he emptied inside Doug, his cum hot and thick, filling him up just like he’d promised. "Fuck, fuck—" Jay’s voice was ragged, his body trembling as he rode out the last of his climax. He collapsed forward, his chest heaving against Doug’s back, his lips pressing against the sweat-slick skin of Doug’s shoulder. "Goddamn," he panted. "You take my cum so good, baby." Doug was still trembling, his ass clenching around Jay’s softening cock, keeping him inside. But Doug was still hard somehow. He turned his head, catching Jay’s mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss. "Flip over," he gasped against Jay’s lips. "I want to— I want to give it back. I want to fuck you with my poz load." Jay’s eyes darkened, his cock twitching inside Doug at the words. "Fuck yes," he growled. They shifted in a tangle of limbs, Doug rolling onto his back, his cock still wet with his own release. Jay straddled him, reaching back to guide Doug’s slick cock against his hole. "C’mon, baby. Fill me up. Recharge me." Doug groaned as he pushed inside, the tight, familiar heat of Jay’s ass gripping him like a vice. He bottomed out with a shudder, his hands gripping Jay’s hips hard enough to bruise. "You’re mine," Doug snarled, the words tearing out of him. "Fucking mine now." He snapped his hips up, driving into Jay with a ferocity that left them both gasping. The knowledge that he was infecting Jay all over again, that his cum was toxic now, that he was marking him—it sent him spiraling. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing deep inside Jay as he came, his vision whiting out for a second. "Fuck— Jay— Jay—" Jay milked him through it, his own cock jerking between them, cum splattering across Doug’s chest as he moaned, "Yes— fuck, yes—" They collapsed together afterward, a sweaty, sticky mess, Jay sprawled across Doug’s chest, their breaths slowly steadying. Doug’s fingers traced idle patterns along Jay’s spine, his mind still buzzing with the reality of it all. He was positive. He was one of them now. The next morning, Doug found Arthur in his office at the clinic, leaning back in his chair with a smirk that said he already knew. Doug didn’t even have to say the words—he just slid the rapid test across the desk, the two pink lines glaring up at them both. Arthur’s grin widened. "Well, fuck," he said, leaning forward to snatch up the test. "Look at you, joining the club." He tossed it back down and reached for his prescription pad. "We’ll get you confirmed with bloodwork, but I’d bet my license that’s accurate." He scribbled something out, then slid the slip of paper toward Doug. "Lab’s down the hall. Go get ‘em, tiger." Doug should’ve felt nervous. He should’ve felt something other than the giddy, disbelieving thrill that had been humming under his skin since last night. But all he could manage was a breathless laugh as he tucked the requisition into his pocket. "I— yeah. Okay." Arthur’s hand shot out, gripping Doug’s wrist. "Hey." His voice was suddenly serious, his dark eyes searching Doug’s face. "You good?" Doug swallowed, the weight of the question settling in his chest. Was he? He thought of Jay’s hands on him last night, the way Chris had looked at him like he was prey, the way Piet and Arthur had always made him feel like he belonged. He thought of the way his body had responded—not with fear, but with hunger. "Yeah," he said, his voice steady. "I’m good." Arthur’s grin returned, sharp and knowing. "Then let’s celebrate." The dinner party at Arthur and Piet’s was almost ready to go by the time Doug arrived, Jay in tow. The apartment smelled like garlic and wine, the low hum of conversation and laughter wrapping around them as they stepped inside. Piet was at the stove, stirring something that smelled rich and spicy, while Arthur lounged on the couch with a glass of red wine, his tie already loosened. He looked up as they entered, his gaze locking onto Doug with a heat that made Doug’s skin prickle. "About time," Arthur drawled, setting his wine down. "We were starting to think you’d chickened out." Jay snorted, shedding his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair. "Please. Doug’s got more balls than the both of you combined." Piet turned from the stove, wiping his hands on a dish towel. His eyes flicked between them, landing on Arthur with a slow, appraising look. "Well?" he asked, his voice smooth. "Did the lab call yet?" Doug’s pulse jumped. Arthur nodded, "Yeah. It’s— official." A beat of silence. Then Doug let out a low, triumphant "Fuck yes!" and Arthur lunged off the couch, crossing the room in two strides. His hands cupped Doug’s face, his mouth crashing down in a bruising kiss. Doug melted into it, his hands gripping Arthur’s waist, the taste of wine and something darker on Arthur’s tongue. When they broke apart, Arthur’s eyes were dark with lust. "Welcome to the family, pozboy," he murmured. Piet was there a second later, his lips pressing to the side of Doug’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his ear. "We’ve been waiting for you," he whispered, his breath hot. Jay crowded in behind Doug, his chest pressing against Doug’s back, his hands sliding around to palm Doug’s cock through his jeans. Doug groaned, his head falling back against Jay’s shoulder as Piet’s mouth found his again, their tongues tangling. Arthur’s fingers were already working at Doug’s belt, his voice a rough growl. "Clothes. Off. Now." The command sent a jolt through Doug, his cock throbbing as Jay’s hands joined Arthur’s, stripping him bare in seconds. The cool air of the apartment hit his skin, but he barely noticed—all he could focus on was the heat of their bodies surrounding him, the way their hands roamed over him like they owned him. Piet dropped to his knees, his mouth wrapping around Doug’s cock without warning, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep. Doug’s fingers tangled in Piet’s dark hair, his hips jerking forward helplessly. Arthur’s lips crashed against his again, his teeth nipping at Doug’s lower lip. "You’re ours now," he growled. "No more hiding. No more waiting." His hand gripped Doug’s cock at the base, pulling him free of Piet’s mouth with a wet pop. "On the table. Now." Doug didn’t hesitate. He let Jay guide him backward until the edge of the dining table hit the back of his thighs, then he was lying down, the cool wood against his bare back, his cock jutting up, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Arthur was already stripping, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. He crawled onto the table, straddling Doug’s chest, his ass hovering over Doug’s face. "Lick me open, pozboy," he ordered, his voice dark with command. "Get me ready." Doug groaned, his hands gripping Arthur’s thighs as he pulled him down, his tongue pressing against Arthur’s tight hole. The taste of him was musky, salt and sweat, and Doug drowned in it, his tongue working in deep, hungry strokes. Behind him, he heard the slick sounds of lube, then Jay’s voice, low and filthy. "Fuck, look at you. Spread out for us like a good little slut." A second later, Jay’s cock was pressing against Doug’s ass, the broad head stretching him open. Doug moaned against Arthur’s skin, his hips lifting instinctively, taking Jay in deep. "Yes— fuck, yes—" Piet’s mouth was on Doug’s cock again, his lips sealing around the head, his tongue swirling as he took him to the back of his throat. Doug’s vision blurred, his body caught between the three of them—Jay’s cock pounding into his ass, Arthur’s hole tightening around his tongue, Piet’s mouth sucking him off with relentless precision. He was owned. He was theirs. Arthur’s cock was leaking onto Doug’s chest, the tip brushing against his lips. Doug opened without hesitation, taking him in, the taste of pre-cum flooding his mouth. Arthur groaned, his hips rolling, fucking Doug’s face in shallow, desperate thrusts. "Gonna cum down your throat, pozboy," he gasped. "Gonna breed you proper." The words sent Doug over the edge. His cock pulsed in Piet’s mouth, cum spilling down his throat as he cried out around Arthur’s cock. Jay’s rhythm faltered, his cock swelling inside Doug before he came with a guttural groan, his cum flooding Doug’s ass. Arthur followed a second later, his release hitting the back of Doug’s throat in thick, salty spurts. Doug swallowed every drop, his body trembling with the force of his own climax, his mind blank with pleasure. They collapsed together afterward, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, the table groaning under their weight. Doug’s body ached in the best way, his ass throbbing, his cock still half-hard, leaking cum onto his stomach. Jay’s arm was draped over his chest, his breath warm against Doug’s neck. Arthur was sprawled beside him, one hand lazily tracing patterns on Doug’s thigh, while Piet pressed a kiss to his shoulder, his lips curved in a satisfied smirk. "Welcome home," Piet murmured. Later, long after the others had passed out, after Arthur had ridden Doug's cock and Piet had dumped a load in him—Arthur and Piet curled together on the couch, Jay snoring softly in the guest room—Doug lay in Arthur’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. The city lights bled through the half-open blinds, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls. His body still hummed with the ghost of their touch, his ass sore, his throat raw. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the steady, unrelenting beat of his heart. He was positive. The word didn’t feel like a sentence anymore. It felt like a key, unlocking something inside him he hadn’t even known was there. The fear was still there, lurking at the edges, but it was drowned out by the rush of something darker, something freer. He thought of the way Jay had looked at him when he’d flipped him over, the way Arthur had kissed him like he was precious, the way Piet had swallowed his cum like it was communion. He was one of them now. No more hiding. No more waiting. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers curling into the sheets. The future stretched out before him, uncertain and bright and terrifying. But for the first time, he wasn’t afraid to step into it. He closed his eyes, a slow, filthy smile curling his lips. Bring it on.

My first which was my step dad he was so much bigger than me I idolized it. Learning to suck on such a large cock made sucking average and small cocks so easy with no gagging. The downside is my ass got used to his size too and for a while I would be disappointed in most of my hookups where I was bottoming.

PART TWO: Black Santa pays a visit “You want another gift from Santa, kiddo?” he panted, as he was drilling my ass with no mercy. “Fuck yeah, Santa! Empty that sack!” I growled. I was bent over the makeup table (again) in the janky Santa Village Gingerbread house, while skeezy Mall Santa was raw dogging my ass. With a quiet “Unnnggghhh” I felt his ginormous cock start throbbing deep in my guts. A few strokes on my own erection brought my load out. Out of respect, I aimed for the floor under the table, instead of spackling the makeup mirror again. This was the third time I’d been back to visit in the week since our first fuck, and it was getting tougher and tougher to come up with excuses for mom as to why I was home so late. But evidently I was a fucking whore for massive cocks- a person who would lie to baby jesus for the opportunity to get dicked down. After every time Carl and I fucked, I would jack off multiple times a day thinking about how good it felt to take that 9 incher of his. After that first breeding session, it was only a matter of time before I went back for seconds…. About 3 days as it turned out. And then just about every three or so days after. I was becoming so regular that Eric (Santa’s little helper) and I were kind of becoming buddies. He’d see me coming and give me a big hug when I got there. The previous time, he even joined in a little. He mostly smoked pot and watched Carl and I fuck while jacking his dick. But eventually I did coax him into letting me suck him off and feel him shoot in my mouth. It was hot, even if Eric is a bit of a twink and not really my type. I think we all know what my type is: daddies. Or more accurately- HUNG daddies. As Santa’s raw dick slithered from my ass, Carl said, “Hey kid, what are you doing this tomorrow? Think you can come back for another round?” “You want me to come back on a Friday night, two days before Christmas? I dunno if I can swing it—mom is getting suspicious of my absences. She thinks I’m on drugs. She checks my eyes when I get home and she’s been leaving anti-drug pamphlets on the kitchen table. And I know she searches my room when I’m not home.” “Well, it’ll be worth it if you can. Remember that other Santa I wanted to introduce you to? Well ‘Big Terry’ happens to be available Friday, and after hearing me rave about that perky ass of yours, he really wants a turn. I’ve been talking you up good, so he’s real excited to ‘meat’ up.” He did the cheesy air quotes around meat and chuckled, so I’d get the double entendre. Carl had mentioned after our first fuck that he knew of this Black Santa that he’d played with on occasion. And lord help me, but I have to admit I was intrigued by the thought. First of all, it was a chance to be fucked by another older man. And secondly, apparently I was an insatiable cumslut. Furthermore, I was discovering that I was the stereotypical “size queen”, much to my chagrin. And, truth be told, I was definitely curious about the black thing. I’d never been with a black guy before-- I mean, heck, I’d barely been with ANYONE before Carl. Really just a handful of guys from my school. And since I was now exploring sex in a bigger way, why not explore a different ethnicity while I was at it? Plus, if what Carl eluded to was true… this Terry was “big” in exactly the way I liked. “I’ll try.” I said with a shrug. “Eight o’clock again? Here?” “No- needs to be Seven because it’s Friday. And Kid let me just say… if you think I’m big? Well, Terry is in a different class. I can’t wait to see that massive black dong of his sliding into that little muscle ass of yours! Just make sure you’re good-n-ready for some fucking.” “Well, I’ll do my best to come up with something so I can be here.” I promised as I was pulling on my clothes. “You better! Because hell if I’m taking his dick if you don’t make it!” When I got home from Carl’s latest cuntwrecking, I had to endure mom’s scrutiny again. While she sniffed my breath and checked my arms for track marks, I decided to tell my mom a whopper of a lie. I told her I would be hanging out with “the gang” at the Mall again on Friday for some last minute Christmas shopping, and that I’d be home later. I knew my friends were really doing a movie night at Brit-Brit’s, which I’d begged off, saying I needed to spend time with mom. Naturally this could all blow up in my face if mom decided to call one of them, but when it came to hanging with my friends, mom generally trusted me. Friday dawned and I woke up with the nervous knot in my stomach. I couldn’t stop thinking about the impending fuck later that evening, and I was very distracted all day. I could barely focus at school at all. I thought about jacking off at lunch, but I didn’t want to spoil the sexual tension that was brewing. Thank god it was the last day before break and most teachers had already checked out until the new year. It was mostly movies and fun in the classes. Unfortunately I had so much time to kill before the scheduled meetup. I hung at the school library until 4:30, then went to a coffee shop and read for awhile and played games on my phone. Then when I was so restless I couldn’t stand it, I drove to the shithole mall. So here I was… again. Nervous as fuck and questioning every decision I ever made which led me to this point. Was I really the kind of kid who was gonna let sketchy Santa bring in some unknown rando to fuck my ass? What was I doing?? Since I was early, I aimlessly did laps around trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach while debating myself. My mind was racing again, matching my heart. Why was I turned on by the idea of another older man fucking me? Why does sex with strange men seem to be such an irresistible draw? Is this really who I am? And what if the other Santa was so big I couldn’t take it? Or what if it hurt me? I definitely thought about just leaving—doing a no-show and just being a “good boy” instead. I have to admit… it was very close. I actually headed for the exit more than once. But I kept thinking about “Big” Terry. Wondering what he’d be like. Wondering how big his cock would be. Wondering what it would be like to be used by TWO santas? And just like a gay man, my dick made the decision for me. Well, the appointed time rolled around, and my feet led me down to Santa’s village like I was on autopilot. It was deserted- Eric wasn’t even there, and the sign said closed—per usual. I crossed the velvet rope and went up to the Gingerbread house and knocked softly. “Come on in, kid,” Carl said. I casually looked around to make sure I wasn’t being watched too closely, and then I snuck inside. I could instantly tell it was just Carl and me in the place. “Oh,” I said, a bit crestfallen. And Carl just chuckled. “Don’t worry kid, he’s on his way. Had to meet up with his parole officer first,” he says. “Oh? Um…,” I said again... a bit more brightly. But my guts clenched a little bit. Parole officer?? I looked at Carl questioningly. Carl seemed to know what I was thinking. “Yeah, kid, Terry and I met in the joint. We were the two biggest swingin’ dicks in the place, and we tag teamed a ton of guys. Some even actually wanted it.” He smiled darkly. “I’m the one who got him this gig after he got out. It’ll be good to tag fuck with him again. It’s been too long.” I swallowed nervously. “Don’t worry, kiddo, we ain’t gonna prison rape you. This is just about having some fun.” “Ok,” I nodded. “I’m pretty nervous, but also kinda anxious and excited… you know?” Carl smiled. “Damn, I sure hope you’re ready for this kiddo. You know what they say about your eyes being bigger than your stomach? Well… same concept applies here, but for your asshole. So let’s get you warmed up some. Why don’t you strip down and then get that pretty mouth on my dick?” I didn’t have to be asked twice. Plus, I figured getting down to business might calm my nerves a little. I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap (left over from gym class today) and then knelt in front of Carl. Carl knew what I liked by now. He left the Santa beard and pants with the suspenders on—and was wearing his grubby wife beater. He just undid the fly in the red fur pants and hauled his cock and balls out for me to have unfettered access. And then he sat there and smoked and drank some Jack while I worked him. When he flopped out his junk, I sighed audibly and Carl chuckled. God his cock was beautiful! I worshiped it every time we got together. Three hands worth, and uncut. And pretty meaty. And just… wow. It was amazing to behold. And to suck. I found I really liked to play with the foreskin with my tongue and fingers, and work him well with my mouth while I tugged down on his low hangers. I was getting better at taking him. I could work him a bit down my throat now—not far, and I would still gag pretty often. But I could at least get about half of him in my mouth now. Which he loved. “Goddamn boy—sometime you gotta let me cum in your mouth! Although we both know where you like the cum best,” he said salaciously. I made appreciative humming noises while sucking away. I had Carl at full mast and leaking precum when there was a quiet knock at the door. “That you, Terry?” Carl called out. “Yeah,” came the deep gravelly response from the other side of the door. “Come on in,” Carl said, “And lock the door behind you.” I paused with Carl’s dick in my mouth, watching the door to catch a glimpse of Big Terry. The door opened, and all light from the mall was basically eclipsed by the figure wedging his way inside. Big Terry was, well… big. Very big. He had to be like 6’5” and lord knows how heavy. Like 280 maybe? But not really fat. No, he was just thick and heavily muscled which I could see when he wrestled himself out of his coat. And when he pulled off his sweatshirt—heavily tattooed as well. He had a thick, dark beard on him and close cropped hair. Terry locked the door and looked down at me with Carl’s dick in my mouth. He was such an imposing figure I involuntarily shuddered. He smirked. “So, dis the hungry little fuckboy you got, huh? Damn! He a little thing! Sure hope he don’t rip in half!” Terry laughed, rich and low. “Terry, this is Kyle. Kyle? Terry.” I pulled my mouth off of Carl’s dick and sort of half waved at Terry. I looked away quickly, afraid to meet his eyes. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to be a little gentle with him,” Carl says matter of factly. “At least to start with. We don’t to put the boy in the infirmary for Christmas. But trust me when I say, this kid can take some cock once he gets going. He just took another load from me last night and he’s already hungry for more.” “Damn, we get to rawdog him, Carl?” Terry says with raised eyebrows. “Oh yeah. Didn’t I tell you? Kid loves the cum deep.” “Fuuuuck yeah,” Terry hummed. “My bitch always be making me wear a condom so she don’t get pregnant. Again. Half the time the fuckers rip anyway so I know imma be payin for another abortion soon. It’ll feel good to fuck the old fashioned way.” “Just like the good ol days on Cellblock D,” Carl chimed in. And they both shared a laugh. Carl poured Terry some Jack and then flexed his cock at me. I went back to sucking and he moaned appreciatively. I stole a glance at Big Terry while working Carl. He was watching me work Carl’s dick with dark, hooded eyes. Terry started to rub his crotch while staring at me and licking his lips I could see a hefty swell starting in his sweat pants, and I was anxious to see just what I was getting myself into. Or more accurately, what I was going to be getting into myself. With Terry’s mass in the gingerbread house, there really didn’t seem to be any room left to maneuver. I started wondering how all this was all gonna work. Thankfully Carl evidently had some experience in these matters and he became the scene director. Carl could sense that I was anxious to get a peek at Terry. After another minute or so of me sucking, Carl stood up, leaving me on my knees. He shimmied his way behind me and then stood me up and bent me over gently. As Carl was kneeling behind me, he said, “Terry, why don’t you let him suck you a bit while I get him nice n wet.” Then he dove his tongue into my pucker which Carl knew was the key to unlocking my inhibitions. I moaned and made grabbing motions for Terry to move closer. He was still in the dark sweat pants and a sleeveless T, and the left leg of the sweats was already tenting out from his body. I reached up and tugged down the waistband to finally get a glimpse of what would be wrecking my hole later and… O. Holy. Beercan. Now I know that guys that are girthy always compare their cocks to beercans. You hear it a lot, and they even take pics of their cocks next to soda cans and shampoo bottles, etc. Butmost of them aren’t really beercan sized, they’re just thicker than normal dicks. But Terry? It was legit FAT. When I reached out my hand to touch it, it was as wide as my hand across the four knuckles. And it wasn’t just fat in like one spot. Or just flat and wide. The entire length looked round and about equal in girth. With a bulbous, shiny, ruddy purple knob of a head at the end. And it wasn’t just ridiculously fat. Oh no, It was long, too. Terry wasn’t even fully hard yet, but Jesus fucking Christ. It arced down and away from his body. There was no telling exactly how big he’d be once fully aroused and I caught myself wondering if he had enough extra blood to fill that cunt wrecker! “Hoooooooly… Fuck…,” I whispered while grabbing it at the root. The girth wasn’t human. My hand didn’t even come close to touching around it. Fuck “beercan”… it was more like a bottle of SmartWater. “Shit, I ain’t even hard yet,” Terry says while taking a swig of Jack. “Can… can… your girlfriend take all that?” I stammered. “Naw. She cry when I throw it to her. She say she like it, but she sure try to run away when I’m hitting it. You ain’t gonna run now, are ya? Carl said you can take it all. Like all dat prison ass. Bitches in there would take it all… eventually. Hell, there was even this one guard….” “Brad.” Carl says while his face is still have buried in my ass. “Yeah, Brad. That fucker… Jesus. I miss that ass. That fuckin married, muscle cracker sonofabitch really got off on being a pussy bitch for black cock” Great. So Carl promised I could take it and now I had to try to compete with this Brad guy. I said a silent prayer that I would be a god bottom for him— or at the very least not fail miserably.. The talk about Brad and fucking seemed to get Terry more aroused. He was definitely almost at full mast, and it was massive. I was happy to see he was not quite as long as Carl at probably a solid 8 inches , but damn. He was probably twice as thick. The thought trying to get it inside me made me break out in a sweat. But- I’m a size queen, so I couldn’t wait any longer. As Carl tongued my ass, I slowly snuck out my tongue and licked the tip of Terry’s cock. It jumped appreciatively. With one hand on the table for balance and one gripping Terry’s cock, I slowly worked my mouth over his head. Let me just say—sucking him was impossible. Absolutely fucking impossible. He was just too damn thick. I honestly don’t know how anyone could blow him, unless they had an inordinately large mouth or a dislocated jaw. I was able to get his head in my mouth (barely), and just a fraction of the shaft.. and that was it. I couldn’t really even work it for fear of grazing my teeth on him. And there wasn’t much room for my tongue to dig around it. So I was basically forced to sort of scrub my tongue on the underside of his head. That being said, I gave it the ol college try. I did what I could. Slurped and sucked. Licked up and down his shaft- which had this deliciously thick vein running the length of it. Cupped his balls and worked him as best I could while using my hand to milk up precum- which Terry was oozing galore. And Terry moaned appreciatively along with what I was able to do, even in my limited capacity. “Carl, imma need to fuck this little bitch soon, so you best be gettin to opening him up,” Terry growled. Carl didn’t need any more prompting. He stood up, and reached behind the makeup mirror and brought out a little Christmas gift bag which I saw reflected in the mirror. “What’s that?” I asked, taking my mouth off Terry’s dick just long enough to enquire. “Oh, this is a little gift bag from Eric. He knew Terry was coming, so he got you a couple things to help out.” And with that Carl pulled out a small bottle of Swiss Navy silicone lube, and a shiny metal aerosol can of some sort. “He figured the silicone lube would help things slide a bit better,” Carl said while pumping out a healthy amount into his hand. I felt him lube up my hole, and then watched him stroke his cock in the mirror with it to get himself ready. “What’s the silver can?” I asked. “Maximum Impact spray poppers,” Carl said. “You hold off on those until Terry is ready to fuck you. They’re stronger than the other poppers- You’ll be glad to have them.” I went back to sucking on Terry and I felt Carl position his head at my ass. Then he handed me the old bottle of poppers. I took a small whiff, and Carl began to slide in. Let me just say- the silicone lube was a godsend! I made a mental note to thank Eric later for his thoughtfulness. After being fucked by Vaseline, this felt like a dream. Carl’s dick, while still stretching the heck out of me, slid in with virtually no issue. He hit my second ring, pulled all the way out, relubed, and slid back in—this time to the hilt. So. Fucking. Amazing. When Carl popped beyond my second ring, it sent me into a frenzy. I started jacking and sucking the hell out of Terry’s monster, while Carl slowfucked me deep. I was hitting the poppers and soon tossing my ass back onto Carl with some fierceness. I was worried that after being railed by him yesterday I wasn’t going to be able to take him today, but the opposite seemed true. I was in full on fuck mode, everything was lined up and working, and couldn’t seem to get enough of his dick. Terry pulled a bit away from me, stood back, and crossed his arms in front of his massive chest. He kept his massive dick just out reach while he watched Carl fuck me. I actually appreciated this, as trying to be a good bottom AND also trying to deal with Terry’s massive cock was just too distracting for me. It was hard to do both effectively and maintain my balance. Besides, right now I really needed to focus on all the pleasure that was happening in my ass! Carl pumped some more lube on his dick while fucking me, and then I felt some additional pressure at my hole. Carl actually worked a finger into me during one of his thrusts in, and I could feel the pinch at my hole and the pressure of the extra stretching. And after a few minutes, more pressure and I knew Carl was working in another finger. And then another. Jesus, my hole was hurting a bit, but it also felt glorious. I kept hitting the poppers and I was really gooning out while Terry egged us on. “Fuck yeah! Get that pussy ready for me! You ready for dis meat, bud? You want dis big black cock? You ready for a cuntwreckin’, white boy?” All I could do was nod. “Ok, Terry. I think I got him about as open as I can. Now, go a bit easy on him—I don’t want that hole ruined before I get my nut.” “We’ll see,” Terry chuckled. “My dick ain’t been this excited to fuck for awhile!” I felt Carl pull his fingers and cock out of me. God I felt so empty! And then he gently spun me around so my ass faced Terry. Terry pulled my jock down in one swift motion. I stepped out of it and handed it to me. “I want that ass naked,” he said as he did it. He then added some more lube to my hole with his thick fingers, and I heard him slicking up his dick with several more pumps of lube. “Now might be a good time to hit those other poppers,” Terry said. I could feel him sliding his cockhead up and down my ass crack. It felt like a fist back there. I looked at Carl, confused. He took my jock from me, grabbed the Maximum Impact, and sprayed it into the cup portion of my jockstrap. Then he handed it back to me. “Put this over your mouth and nose and inhale—and then get ready to go to Mars.” I did like he said. At first I wasn’t sure what the deal was- other than the different smell. But then… whoa. Everything got very fuzzy and warm and my vision blurred. I got tingly and hot all over, and that’s when I heard Carl say, “Now.” And Terry started to enter me. JESUS! Fuck me sideways, it hurt like a motherfucker!! Even with the spray popper high, I cried out “OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!” and tried to push my hand back on Terry to stop him. To his credit, he stopped and didn’t try to force things. He pulled out, relubed his head, and started in again. Slowly. Back and forth. Easing it a bit further each time. It literally felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat. Carl fed me some more spray poppers, and with the slow in and out motion, Terry was ever so slowly working himself inside me. Just about when I thought I couldn’t take much more, he slid out, relubed, and pushed back in with a steady motion. I was sort of amazed that my ass suddenly seemed to cooperate. Yes it hurt. Yes it felt like my hole was tearing a bit and it burned like hell. But it was also going in. I think it was maybe because I finally stopped tensing up and fighting it. Terry’s massive hands found my hips, and I felt him pull me back toward him. His massive knob hit my second ring… and stopped. Damn I wanted it to go further—all the way in—but fuck it hurt, too. I wondered if maybe this was as far as he would go. But this wasn’t Terry’s first time at the rodeo, and he knew how to use his weapon. He started to slow fuck me—right there. Right where his head was gently nudging my second ring. Kind of like what he did at the beginning to my butthole. Slowly working it. Teasing the depths of my ass. Getting me used to his girth. To that big head. “Carl, give him one more hit and we’ll be home free,” Terry said. Carl sprayed my jock again, and I inhaled deeply. I think Terry felt me relax, because with a slow but steady push he slid his massive prong up past my second ring. “Ugggggghhhhnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh,” was about all I could manage with an elated exhale when his head popped in and he bottomed out inside me. All the tension left my body and I could feel his pubes on my asscheeks as he was buried in me to the hilt. The feeling of all that dick inside me was… well, it’s indescribable. I was so full. So stretched. So fucking turned on! I wondered dimly if this is why guys liked being fisted? My body started to shiver and buck almost uncontrollably as Terry made micro thrusts deep inside me. I kept exclaiming, “Oh! Oh! OH!” every time Terry bottomed out. It was like nothing I’d felt before- like my full body being on the edge of a big sneeze. “Kid’s having an anal orgasm, Terry,” Carl said appreciately. “Told you this little cocksucker was built to fuck!” What Terry was doing to me was making me go berserk. I grabbed Carl’s cock and basically forced him into my mouth. I was in a fuck frenzy, and I didn’t even care that Carla cock was covered in lube and had been deep in the nether regions of my butthole. I had more of Carl’s cock down my throat than I ever had managed before- like part way down my esophagus. And while doing this, Terry started to fuck me with more of his dick. Longer and longer strokes were entering my ass. He was now giving me almost his full shaft on each thrust, and his head was punching my second ring like a prize fighter. And I couldn’t get enough. My whole body was vibrating as he fucked me as I freely choked and gagged myself on Carl. “Whoa kid, slow down!” Carl commanded. “I’m getting close and I wanna knock up that ass for Terry. He loves a cummy cunt.” Terry pulled from me abruptly, and he reached down and grabbed my legs behind my knees. And then he hoisted me up and back into his chest in one smooth motion. He was leaning back a little and holding my legs open for Carl. And without missing a beat, Carl spit on his cock and shoved it inside me. After Terry, taking Carl was a piece of cake. In fact, it felt fucking incredible. All the long dicking and second ring punching, but with none of the pain. It was just all pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure, and I could now actually squeeze my hole around Carl’s dick and grip him on the pull outs. Carl was really throwing the meat to me. Harder than he ever had before and he had this greedy, happy look on his face. I reached forward and tugged Carl’s nipples through his wife beater as he plowed me mercilessly. “Fuck boy! Here cums a big gift!” I just looked into Carl’s eyes and nodded as he scrunched up his face with his orgasm. “Uggggggghhhhhh!” he grunted and I could feel every throb deep inside me, just as before. Pulse after pulse of sperm dumping deep into my guts. I squeezed and pulsed my ass around his dick to make him shudder and buck. Eventually his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out of me unceremoniously. “There you go, Terry. Now scrub that load into his guts. Get him pregnant!” Carl backed away and sat on the edge of the makeup table, sweaty and exhausted. His softening cock drooling a last bit of semen onto his Santa pants. Terry dropped me down and then sat in the chair- his cock sticking up obscenely. “Ride this dick, bitch,” he commanded. I pumped a bit more lube onto his dick, took another hit of spray poppers, and then impaled myself onto Terry in one fell swoop. The pain and pleasure of it were glorious. “DAMN,” Terry moaned, as I started to work my ass up and down on his massive tool. I was using the arms of the chair to help steady and hover myself as I reverse cowgirled the fuck out of him. I was still in fuck frenzy mode, so I was really going to town on his dick. Grinding down. Sliding up and down fast. Working just the head. Gripping him as best I could with my wrecked anus to try to stroke out a load. Terry’s hard cock seemed to get impossibly harder and thicker inside me. I felt his hands on my hips again. He gripped me hard and started to physically lifting and lowering my body up and down on his dick. He was using me like a human sized fleshlight, taking his pleasure out of my hole. I wasn’t really even helping him— I just kept my balance and let him throw me onto his dong. Feeling Terry’s strength and being used like this was the last straw for me. I’d been on the edge so long, my orgasm surprised me. With a gasp I started unloading my balls. Gobbets of cum started spraying everywhere. Each impact of Terry’s dick inside me threw bits of my seed everywhere. After the first few spurts, Carl bent down put his mouth on my dick to collect the mess. My orgasm triggered Terry. “Aww fuck, I’m about to nut!” he panted, and then he slammed me down onto his crotch hard. I felt that massive head unleash jet after jet of hot semen inside me. Terry made little moans with each pulse of his cock and I could feel his massive head swell with each spurt . And I swear could actually FEEL his cum hitting deep inside me. I definitely felt the volume- as my ass started feeling uncomfortably full. It was surreal. After all of the seismic quakes of our respective orgasms subsided, I collapsed back into Terry’s chest, as his hands gently caressed my nipples, making me shiver over and over. “Shit, Carl. Dat was good pussy,” Terry sighed. “I fuckin told you. It was good to tag team a hole again, wasn’t it?” Carl said. Terry nodded in agreement. “Was I… was I… as good… as Brad?” I finally panted. Both Carl and Terry chuckled softly. “Aww baby,” Terry purred, “there ain’t no comparison.” He kissed my neck and to emphasize his point, he flexed his cock a little inside me. After sitting a bit longer with Terry’s softening (yet still prodigious) cock still inside me, I slowly stood up and did the long, slow pullout. His big head popped free and a hefty blob of semen dropped out of me. “Jesus—I don’t think any of my internal organs are where they are supposed to be,” I said as my legs wobbled a bit. My hole was on fire and I had an ache deep in my guts where they’d punched my second ring repeatedly. Slowly we all got dressed. Terry left first, saying he really needed to get home. He was also worried about how he was gonna explain not wanting to fuck his woman later. “Guess I got a headache,” he quipped. Carl and I left the Gingerbread hut together. I wished him a merry Christmas, and he wished me one as well. As Carl headed for his exit he waved and said, “Until next time.” And then he was out into the night. I hobbled onward, with my ass on fire and leaking into my jeans. I paused and looked back wistfully at that sad, sketchy, Santa village.. Christmas was in a couple days, and after that Santa’s village would be packed away until next year.. Deep inside I think I knew there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’. I mean how I would find him and where we might fuck if we were to hook up again. I gingerly walked out to my car and headed for home. Epilogue: It turns out that I never saw Carl or Terry again after that night. And it would be many years until I found cocks of comparable size to remind my hole why I love the big ones. But that didn’t stop me from looking and filling the void with lots (and LOTS) of other, more modestly equipped men. You’d be surprised at how many older, married guys want a 20 year old piece of ass! And as for Carl and his Christmas gifts? Well, I didn’t grasp the full meaning of it until I got sick around new years with the flu. Mom said it was going around— just not this particular flu. I discovered later at student health my freshman year of college that Carl and Terry indeed knocked me up and I was HIV positive. A Christmas gift I would have forever. And one I definitely planned on regifting as often as I could.

I was pissing in Pergamon museum of Berlin urinal. I saw a nice tattoed bear pissing close to me. Then he came into a closed toilet and didn't lock the door. So i follwed him and after locking the door, i began blowing him. Then i presented my ass, he penetrated me, fucked me and breeded me with a huge load. I cleaned jis cock with my mouth. After that he went outside first, then i joindre my man and our hetero friends in the hall. I kept the load all the day.

Perhaps it was more than luck though... Looking for someone who doesn't require their mate to "be" a certain person; but rather to be curious enough to see how the whole life plays out brings this sort of mate to us.

Yup. That's Rico Marlon before he became a Professional Paid Porn Pig, just being a regular pig having a fun night out.

That was awesome.

Not sure if stepfather is considered incest. My stepfather passed during Covid but he was a long haul trucker. I lived with him after my mother divorced him because he payed for my engineering degree. I enjoyed joining him as his trucking assistant during summer. While he knew that I am a gay and a bottom he never did me until one day he saw me riding a fellow trucker in the shower at a truck stop. He never gave me any reason except he said that something clicked in him seeing me on someone else's cock that made him jealous and since then he became my fuck daddy. He was a very caring father and he was an excellent fucker in bed. He knew exactly what I needed to be satisfied sexually. He would proudly share me with other trucker buddies. Since his passing I miss daddies.

I know the poz tops depicted in my stories aren't everyone's cup of tea, but there is an over abundance of stories on this site with conventionally attractive poz hunks. Which is all well and good for those who like that. But I create the poz tops that i want to see. Men who are visibly poz, wasting away and shady looking. The type of men that these young boys would normally stay far away from, that their friends would warn them of. They should have a presence to them that oozes disease and death. The stuff of nightmares. The type of men that would be confused for sentient walking dead zombies with an impulse need for breeding in place of feeding. Grey or yellowish sickly skin with veins bulging and skeletal structure visible. Dark sunken eyes darting around for their next victim. Long veiny cocks with aggressively swollen dark cock heads and sagging plumb balls. Their cum thick like pudding or mayonnaise, with a sickly opaque yellowish tint. As if some how their cum had went rancid in their nuts but not losing any of its potency. Yes the poz men in my stories are horrifying and disgusting. But thats the point. The corruption of these supple adonis boys doesn't mean much if the end result of their corruption isn't as visually disturbing to personify the disease as aggressive and all consuming.