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Mistaken Identity Chapter 1 – Two Brothers Nate always worshipped his older brother Alan. The two were inseparable growing up. They were close in age, being just 1 year apart. They looked exactly alike and were often mistaken as twins. They were both 5’ 11, dirty blonde, blue eyed, with a swimmer’s build. They were each other’s best friend and were each other’s confidant. Everything seemed to change once Alan turned 18, started college, and started hanging with a completely different scene of people. Alan started to feel distant to Nate. Alan had become secretive and would spend most of his time away from his brother and other family. Nate had assumed this was a result of his older brother coming out as gay. Or rather trying to stay in the closet to the family. He had told his brother that he was gay years ago and Nate took the news quite well. They were unsure how the rest of the family would take the news, so they kept it to themselves. This had previously help strengthen their relationship. Nate was unsure why his older brother was keeping him at such a distance. This distance grew as they aged to the point that Nate had turned 18 and Alan was now 19. They both lived at home but Alan never seemed to have time for Nate anymore. Nate had decided to play detective and spy on his older brother. He would steal glances at text messages when he could and linger just out of sight to listen to pieces of conversations. He heard a lot about partying and assumed that his brother had new friends that drank all the time. He even caught a message on his brother’s phone talking about a party coming up that coming weekend. He looked over from behind his brother and caught the response. Alan had responded that it was a perfect weekend because his parents were going to be out of town for the whole week so they would have plenty of time to recover. The weekend came and Mom and Dad left Alan in charge of the house. They said their goodbyes and took off to the airport. Alan turned to his younger brother. A: I am going to take off in a while. Nate you’re old enough to take care of yourself for a few days. I trust you. I’m probably not coming home so you’ll be on your own for the weekend. I’m gonna spend the night with the guys. N: Oh, a party or something? A: Yeah, you can say that. N: I like parties. Can I come with you? A: Ahh, well. I don’t think it’s really your scene. N: You know I’m ok with dudes with dudes. That’s not my thing but being around gay guys doesn’t matter to me. A: That’s not what I meant. It’s just not that place to bring your little brother along. Maybe next time, bro. He set his phone down absent mindedly and left to his bathroom to go shower. Alan disappeared and Nate could hear the shower start. He knew he had a few minutes before his brother got out of the shower. Nate picked up his brother’s phone and unlocked the screen. He looked at the last couple text messages. There was a time and an address to meet up at. Nate thought this must be where the party is gonna be at? Maybe he should crash the party to see what all the fuss was about. Nate placed the phone back where he had picked it up. He had a plan set in his mind that he would show up at this party and mingle with some of the guys to show his brother that he was cool enough for his friends. He would show up early before his brother was planning on showing up (according to his texts) and try to be the coolest guy at the party. He ran up and jumped in the other bathroom to shower himself. He got out of the shower and picked out his “coolest outfit” to try and impress the guys at the party. He hoped that he wasn’t dressing too straight. He really wanted to fit in. These guys were obviously important to his brother, so he wanted to make sure they liked him. He picked out pants, shirt, and a pair of teal boxers for the party. He put the boxers on and left the other clothing on his bed. He threw on some basketball shorts and walked out to the living room. Nate was sitting on the living room couch watching tv, waiting for his brother to zoom past him on his way out. Alan came out wearing a shirt and some jeans. Nate thought that he looked very laid back for a party and began second guessing his choice of clothes he had picked out. Alan’s phone rang and he started a conversation in the kitchen just within earshot of his little brother. A: yeah I’m leaving now. I wanna get some favors to show up with. Yeah, I know I don’t have to bring anything but I don’t wanna be a mooch. I have a guy I’m gonna hit up and then I’ll be along. Shouldn’t take me that long. I should still be there before 9 pm. That’s plenty of time. Yeah I know you can’t wait. I can’t wait either. Alan hung up his phone and walked back into the living room. A: Okay little bro. I’m going to head out. You know I’m trusting you to keep yourself safe while I’m gone. Text me if any emergency pops up, I have no idea when I’ll be checking my phone because the music will be really loud. But don’t worry, I’ll get back to you when I can. Okay, I’ll probably see you on Sunday or Monday if I’m hung over. We good? N: Yeah, we good. Have fun. And just like that, Alan walked out of the house and drove off into the night. Nate looked at his phone. It was 7:30 pm and his brother said he would show up around 9 pm. He had to hurry to make his window. He ran upstairs and throws on the jeans he had out on his bed. He changed his mind on the shirt he picked out. It was too dressy. His brother’s look was relaxed and he wanted to dress the same vibe. He threw on a plain black shirt. He picked up his phone and ordered an uber. The driver was close so he ran down to the front of the house. He locked up and jumped into the uber when it arrived. Chapter 2 – Crashing the Party Nate arrived at the address he had gotten from his brother’s phone. He must be early because there wasn’t that many cars on the street. The house seemed very nice and it seemed to be a mostly quiet neighborhood. He remembered that his brother said he had plenty of time. The others must be showing up around 9 pm or later like his brother was. He looked at his phone and it was 8:10 pm. Nate was nervous that he might be too early but knew he had to get there before his brother did or his plan would be ruined. Nate swallowed his fear and walked up to the door. He rang the doorbell. A tall black man answered the door with a smile and without a word, ushered the 18 year old inside the house. The door shut and the man turned to the teen. M: I’m glad you came. And early too. Welcome back to Casa de Marcus. I hope your stay will be as comfortable as last time. N: oh no, my brother Alan is showing up later. I’m Nate. I just came to see how fun Alan’s parties are. If that is alright with you? Marcus thought to himself – Nate huh. This little snow bunny is role playing his first time. That’s cute. Okay, I can play along. M: Well the Nate. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable on my couch. Marcus ushers Nate to his couch. They both sit down and Marcus stares down the teen for a moment. A nervous Nate gulps. N: Umm. I hope you don’t mind having a straight guy crash your party. M: oh, that is quite alright. We love it when straight guys join us for our parTys. Oh where are my manners. Would you like a drink to get the night started. Nate thinks he is talking about an alcoholic drink. He thinks about it for a moment before answering. N: Umm, sure. If you don’t mind. I just need to finish it before Alan shows up. I don’t know how he would feel seeing me drink. Marcus gets up from the couch and walks into his kitchen. While he waits for his host, he looks around the house, taking in all that he can see. He thinks to himself – this is cozy. Must be a small gathering. I thought it would be a wild party but it still is early. Marcus returns with 2 glasses of coke. He hands one of the glasses to Nate. M: I made it the same as last time you. Oh wait, that way that Alan likes it. N: Thank you. Nathan took a drink of the coke. He assumed it was a rum and coke but has never drank any alcohol before, so he thinks the taste of G is the taste of alcohol. He thinks it’s just a strong drink but doesn’t want to be seen as a prude. N: oh wow. He gulps down half of the drink and holds off another drink for a moment. Marcus views the gulping as a sign of eagerness on his part. M: Did you want another drink? N: Not right now, maybe in a bit. I’m still working on this one. Nate gulps down the last of the drink and gives the empty glass to his host. M: Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and we can get the parTy started in a little while. But go ahead and put something on the tv. The remote it there on the coffee table. The cable is HDMI 1 and the porn is on HDMI 2. Nate innocently thought he was joking about the porn. He turned the tv to cable was started channel surfing. Marcus gets up and returns to the kitchen. Nate moves to the center of the couch. Marcus returns with another round of drinks. M: here you go little man. I made this one with less and more coke. He was lying through his teeth. He made the drinks with the same generous amount of G as before. Nate, not wanting to be impolite, took the supposedly weaker drink. He gulped it down as before, believing it would help with how nervous he was feeling. Marcus just sat there on the couch next to the teen as he channel searched. It was about 15 minutes later that he noticed the teen starting to melt into the couch. The G was in full effect. Nate looked slightly lethargic and googly eyed. Marcus was caught off guard. The last time Alan was over, he was able to ingest the same amount of G with no problem. He thought maybe it was more of the role playing. Maybe the straight boy needed to be seduced. Marcus moved over to the teen. M: Okay I think it’s time to start the parTy. Marcus pulls out a pipe from his pocket. It is already filled with T in the bulb. It’s already a dry puddle. He pulls out a lighter and lights the bulb. He takes a hit and blows out a cloud. He thinks to himself, lets have fun with this teen’s role playing of a first timer. M: Hey boy, since this is your first time straight man, I’ll help you out. Here, breath in when I tell you too and hold your breath until I say release. Marcus pushes the pipe to Nate’s mouth. He lights the bulb and the smoke starts rising from the bulb. M: okay, now breath in. Good boy. Now hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Okay, now release. Nate blows out a cloud and is cheered on by Marcus. N: That was a lot of smoke. What was that? Was that weed? M: No, something better than weed. N: Is it natural? M: of course. Now take another hit. Nate. Takes 3 more hits before the pipe is put down on the coffee table. Marcus waits until the teen is obviously starting to feel the T. He checks Nate’s eyes and sees that they are like huge black saucers with a thin blue ring. M: Okay, straight boy. Do you feel warm in here? Its warm right? I know you think it’s warm. Before Nate can answer to agree with him, Marcus starts pulling Nate’s shirt off. M: You won’t need this shirt. Nice jeans. You wont need these either. Marcus pulls the jeans right off the teen and whispers in his ear M: (whisper) That’s okay. You don’t need those clothes. You’re in your underwear and I am too. This is when the parTy starts. Some good smoke and showing off some skin. The G is making the teen malleable and the T was making him horny. Nate looks over at Marcus to watch him strip down to a pair of boxers. Marcus then turns the tv to HDMI 2 and starts the porn playing. The moans, even though they are from men, begin to turn Nate on and he starts to fill out his boxers with his semi hard on. Nate realizes he is feeling super relaxed and starting to get a little horny for some unknown reason. He brushed it off on the “alcoholic drink” he had when he arrived. Nate was happy to hear that the party was starting. But he was a bit perplexed that it was still just him and Marcus. Where was everyone else? Oh well, guess they’ll get here when they get here. It’s so cool to show up to a party late, right? He thought that he needs to remember that next time he goes to a party. M: oh damn baby boy. You are looking good in those boxers. Bet you look even better in a jockstrap. N: yeah, I would. I know I have a great ass haha. M: I have a pair you can try on for me. Before everyone else gets here. Nate was super high on the G and Tina. He was game for anything at this point. All his inhibitions seemed to fade away. N: I guess I don’t mind. I mean this is a gay party. When in Rome … M: Cool Alan, I mean Nate. Let’s head over to my bedroom to try them on. Chapter 3 – The Room Marcus ushered Nate into a dimly lite room about twice the size of his own bedroom. Nate looked around and saw a large sofa, a large bed, some kind of swing/harness thing, and a wooden cross in the room. He saw a big screen tv on each wall, all playing the same video playlist as the tv in the living room. Marcus takes Nate over to the couch and sat him down. He walked over to a dresser and brought some items with him which he placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Nate staired down at another weird pipe that he recognized from earlier, a small brown bottle, a bag of some kind of crystals, and a pencil box. Marcus handed a handful of bunched up jockstrap to Nate. Nate still in his mental fog took a moment to realize what Marcus was waiting on. He stood up and dropped his boxers in front of Marcus like he was changing in the locker room. Marcus took in the view of white gold before him. Though the room was dimly lit, he could see the teens white body. It was practically glowing in the dark. Nate took a minute to try and figure how to put the underwear on. This time gave Marcus a good show of the teen’s cut dick. When Nate finally figured it out he turned his back to his host. Marcus got a view of the beautiful teen ass. He just knew the teen was just teasing him waiting for him to lunge at that ass. Then the jockstrap was on and it framed the white boy ass perfectly. Marcus’s boxers were straining, his cock trying to rip through the material. Marcus grabbed up the new pipe and filled it. He took a monster rip and then a second. He handed the pipe over to Nate. M: Do you think you learned how to do it yourself now? N: Yeah, I think I’ve got it. Nate flicked the lighter and started twisting the pipe. Inhale, hold, hold, hold, and then release of a huge cloud. He tried to hand the pipe back to Marcus but he refused. M: Nice hit man. Go ahead and show me how it’s done again. Nate took another huge hit. Exhale. Then another after another. He took 5 good hits and was feeling the greatest he ever felt in his life. Marcus walked toward the teen and grabbed him by the wrist and throws him against the sling. M: This is the best thing in the room. It’s called a sling. Have you ever been in one? Marcus was waiting in anticipation for the answer. He knew that Alan loved being in the sling. But would “Mr. straight guy Nate” like it. Lol the hole role playing thing was making his dick leak precum. A spot of it was collecting in his boxers. N: No never even seen one before. M: Do you wanna try it? It’s super comfortable. The parTy doesn’t really start until someone lays in the sling, you hear me? Nate’s state of super high helped stir his curiosity. N: Sure I’ll try it. I mean, if it starts the party than lets get it started. Marcus picked the boy up and placed him in the sling. The boy’s arms were limp and easy to maneuver. The arms were cuffed above his head with ease. Marcus locked the feet of the fucked up teen. N: Whoooo lets get this party started. M: I couldn’t agree more. Marcus walked over to his light switch and adjusted the lights up a bit. The room became much more clearer. He grabs the pipe and walks over to Nate. He places the pipe to his mouth and lights it for him. M: okay hold it in until I give you the signal, okay? Nate nodded his head. Marcus got between the teen’s legs, dropped his boxers and released his 9 inch dick. Then he fell down to his knees. He starts to count off. M: Okay on 3, 1 … , 2 … Marcus lunges into the teen’s ass and his tongue touches and penetrates the teen’s hole. Nate was totally unprepared for this new feeling. He coughed out the cloud he was saving in his mouth and gasped. N: Omg … what are you doing? M: I’m rimming a perfectly perky ass. You just happen to be tied to it. So sit back and enjoy it. Marcus returned to the teen’s hole and started eating it out. Nate’s mind was spinning. He knew he should be put off by what was happening. He should definitely be deterred from any gay stuff but the shockwaves of pleasure coming from his ass was undeniable. He thought to himself – No wonder my brother comes to these gay parties, he must love feeling this way too. It’s okay, it’s not that gay. It’s not like he was getting anything inside of his ass. Just the tongue was fine. Marcus pulled away and placed a finger at the boy’s entrance. He pushed it forward and it sank right in. A low moan came from the teen. Marcus pushed in a second finger. He was met with more resistance this time. M: Damn Alan – I mean Nate. You weren’t this tight the last time we partied. But that’s okay, I know how to loosen you up. Marcus gets up and goes to his supplies. He comes back with a bottle of lube and a huge shard of T. He pushed his two fingers back into the teen and there was a slight yelp. He pulls back out. N: What are you doing to me. Nate tries to move his arms and legs to push the guy away from him but finally realized he was tied down. The realization sobered him up a bit. N: No, I don’t want this. I’m not gay. I’m straight. I just came for the party. Where is the party? Marcus shoves his wet fingers back into the teen’s hole. Nate yelps again and starts pleading again. Marcus is zoning the teen out. He starts to think that Alan is taking this role playing idea too seriously. But he knows what the bitch wants. He pulls his fingers out. He pours some laced lube on his fingers and return them to the teen. Then he pulls them out only to push them back in, this time with the shard between the fingers. It took some pressure to get past his first ring but Marcus shoved the T deep in the teen. N: omg, that burns. Take them out please. It’s hurting me. Marcus just laughed at the petty pleas. M: Just let it melt and you’ll be feeling great. Nate had started bucking trying to get the fingers out of him but it did nothing. His body finally gave in to the feeling and his body stopped moving about. He let Marcus continue to finger him without any griping. Marcus added a third finger and while it hurt, it was starting to feel really good to Nate. With every push of the fingers, a small moan escaped the teen. Marcus added a fourth finger and there was a brief return of the whimpering. The protests ended relatively fast. M: That’s it baby boy. You know you like this. Miss Tina makes everything feel so damn good. Marcus got up and walked to his dresser and walked back with some scissors and a spray can. He cut the jockstrap off the teen exposing his flaccid 3 inch dick. He sprayed the can of Maximum Impact into the jockstrap. He puts the can down and pushes the jockstrap into Nate’s mouth. He stands right between his legs and pushes the head of his dick into the teen. Nate feels the intrusion at his hole but is starting to fly. The maximum impact fumes making him lightheaded. Marcus pushes the whole length of his dick into the teen in one push. A guttural sound escapes the teen. Marcus stares down at the teen and notices that he is looking back but his eyes lacked any focus. His huge pupils were jet black. It was like he was looking straight through Marcus. M: That’s the look I love from my “first timers”. Oh Alan, you know how to make a guy feel special. A “first timer” and a “straight boy”. Double conversion. Marcus laughs and starts pounding the bottom without any regard to him. Marcus continues to piston fuck the poor teen. Finally after about 20 minutes of anal assault, he was ready to shoot his load. M: you ready for the first load of the night bottom boy. Nate watched him with his blank stair and continued to moan with every thrust. M: Here you go straight boy. Hope you’ll remember this one. Ahhhhhhhhhh Nate felt a wetness build up deep inside of him. Marcus pulled his dick out. Nate felt an emptiness where the dick once was. He felt a sadness that he wasn’t full inside anymore. All he could do was moan with his mouth still filled with jockstrap. The house doorbell rang and Marcus jumped to his feet. He threw on his boxers and grabbed his phone. The time was 9:15 pm. He walked to the door and looked through the eyehole. He opened the door and was astonished to see Alan walk in. A: Hey sorry I’m late. I had to wait on my guy but he hooked me up with some prime stuff. M: How are you here? A: What do you mean? M: You are right here but I just nutted in you. A: Did you start smoking without me? You sound like you have been parTying already. M: Yes, yes I have. I’ve been smoking with you. Hold up, I think I might be going crazy. Marcus turned away and walked straight back to the playroom. Alan was right behind him. Waiting for an explanation for his weird welcome. Marcus points to the sling. M: See you’re already here. Alan can see a hot young guy already in the sling. His face obscured by Marcus standing in the way. Alan’s mouth started to water at the sight. Then he walks around Marcus and sees the shock of his life. The hot young guy in the sling was Nate. A: WTF! How did my younger brother get here? M: Holy shit! I thought it was you. I thought you were role playing as a different guy. I didn’t believe him. A: What did he tell you? M: That he was your brother. He said he was straight but wanted to come for the parTy. He was you. I thought yeah right, a straight guy that needs to be seduced. Cool game. A: WTF. WTF. WTF. How did he even know about this? M: I don’t know but he did know because he was waiting for you. Alan pulls the jockstrap out of his brother’s mouth. He smacks Nate on the cheek a bit to get him to focus. A: Nate. What are you doing here? N: I wanted to hang out with you at a party. The weed made me hot so my clothes… Alan turns to Marcus. A: Weed? M: He asked if the T was weed and I said it was better than weed. Alan turned back to his brother. Nate was trying his best to concentrate on talking. N: The smoke was so good. The dick hurt a bit but it was starting to feel good. You can’t tell anyone about that though. Can we smoke some more? M: See at least he enjoyed himself. I’m so fucking sorry Alan. I really did think he was you. A: I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe you made my brother into a chem whore. M: And he is asking for more. More T and more dick haha. But no more G. Damn he drank a lot of G. I’m surprised he is still awake hahaha. I thought he had your tolerance. A: Damn, I don’t now about giving him more. M: The hard dick in your pants says otherwise. Alan looked down to see his dick was hard as can be in his jeans. A: Okay, but if we go forward with this, we go hard. Break out the points. Chapter 4 – Point of No Return Marcus and Alan walked over to where the parTy supplies were on the coffee table. Alan pulled out a big bag of T. A: Go ahead and use this stuff first. I told you it’s prime stuff. I smoked a bowl with my dealer and it got me horny as can be just sitting there. It’s got that good chem taste. Mmmm. I couldn’t wait to get here. Marcus disappeared and reappeared with a bottle of water. He started to prepare the points with the T. M: How good of a shot should I make for him? A: Make him a beginner dosage for me please. M: Aight. No problem. Alan turned away to stare at his younger brother still hanging there in the sling, looking hot as fuck. Marcus thought to himself – he says baby dose with his mouth but his dick says slut dose. He then prepares three really potent shots. He hands the first and a torniquet to Alan. Alan releases one of the arms and wraps around his brother’s bicep. A: Don’t worry little brother. You’re gonna like this more than smoking. Believe me, it is way better. Don’t you wanna feel good? Nate nodded his head. Alan found a vein and stuck his brother with the needle. It registered and then plunge. A: Now don’t worry. You’re going to feel like you can’t catch your breath. Believe me when I say you can, just slow down and breath. And hold your arm above your head. Alan removed the tourniquet and the teen started coughing up a storm. His arm dangling upwards. Alan reached behind the teen and rubbed his back. Slowly the coughing fit subsided, replaced with oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck… from the teen. Nate starts playing with his soft dick that’s now leaking precum. A: Yeah, see I told you. Way better than smoking. Now just hold up, we get ours now. Alan strips down naked and Marcus loses his boxers. Marcus hit Alan and then hit himself. The strong shots made both men grunt as they felt the rush. Alan is still hard from staring down at his younger brother. Marcus was back to a half erection. Alan walked right up to his brother’s head. He tilts Nate’s face toward his dick and then walks forward until his head makes contact with Nate’s mouth. A: Open up Nate tries to say something but isn’t making any sense. A: Open up little bro. Nate opens his mouth slightly and Alan pushes his head into the opening. Nate can taste the saltiness of his brother’s precum. With a slight push forward, Alan pushes half of his 7.5 dick into Nate’s warm mouth. Marcus gets between the teen’s legs again and starts rimming him again. This made Nate moan and open his mouth wider. Alan takes advantage and shoves his entire length into the mouth and throat. Alan is feeling amazing but he knows what will make him feel even more amazing. A: Hey Marcus, lets trade spots. I need to get in that ass. M: Okay, I’m down to watch you drill your little brother. You sick fuck. Marcus gets to his feet and trades spots with Alan. Marcus shoves his dick into the open mouth. Alan is now standing between Nate’s legs. He stares at the slightly used hole glistening with spit and cum. His dick was hard as can be and pointing right at his brother’s hole. Alan gets close and his head is touching Nate’s opening, head half slipped in. He stares right into his brother’s eyes. He was there but not necessarily there mentally. A: hey Marcus, pull out a minute. Okay, Nate I wanna hear how much you want this? N: I want it. I need it. Give it to me bro. A: What do you want? I want you to say it. N: I want your dick in me. I want you to fuck me. Alan smiles. A: you want me to drill you down and cum in you like a good little whore? N: I need it in me. I feel so empty. I need your cum in me. That is all that Alan wants or needs to hear. Just when his hole is starting to close up, Alan slams his dick straight into the poor teen’s hole. Alan proceeded to fuck his brother like a ragdoll. Hold him in place and piston fuck him until he wanted to move around a bit. The new bottom was already high in the clouds and not landing anytime soon. He unties the teen’s legs and puts them on his shoulders. He pounds like that for 15 minutes straight. He goes around and unties the teen’s arms. He can now move as he will. Nate needed help walking over to the bed. Alan throws his brother down on the bed on his stomach. He jumps on back and starts fucking him from behind. He’s holding on to his brother, whispering bits of encouragement in his ear. A: that’s it bitch. Feel my thick dick in your hole? You can take it. You can take all of it. You’re doing great. I love you brother. … I’m getting close. Where do you want my load? N: Breed me. I want your babies swimming in me. A: Fuck yeah, your just as fucked up as I am. You little slut. Ugh, ahhhhh ahhhhhhh Alan slams into the teen with all his might. He kisses the back of Nate’s neck. A: Oh gawd, I needed that. Alan pulls out of his brother and stands up. He bends down slightly to slap the teen’s right ass cheek. Alan looks around the room and notices that 2 of the guys had come into the room. Marcus must have let them in during his fuck. There was another black guy named Terry. He has a ripped athletic body and showing off his 8 inch dick. The last guy is a Latino guy named Rogelio. He has more of an average body type but is showing off an impressive 10 inch dick. Alan watch as his friends laid their pipe into his younger brother. He had asked them to not go over the top, afterall, he was his brother. Sunday comes along and the four friends had beaten the teen into complete submission. They shot him up two more times and given him a total of 15 loads over that weekend. Four of those loads were from his brother. When they finally got home Sunday evening, Alan put Nate down on his bed to rest and hopefully fall asleep. Nate had done well and made some friends for life. Monday morning comes along and Nate is acting like nothing happened, that they were still the loving family that with healthy boundaries they were the week prior. Alan had woken up earlier and made some eggs. They sat at the kitchen table in silence for a while. Neither one knowing what to says. It is Alan that breaks the silence. A: Hey bro, how are you feeling? N: How am I feeling? How would you feel if you had gotten high and let 3 strangers and brother fuck you up the ass? A: Honestly I’d love that. I don’t know about you but probably have my ass hurt a little. N: Okay, I have to admit it was fun. But you are right. My ass does hurt a little. They both laugh and the tension is defused. A: Best way to get it used to the fucking is more fucking. Wanna hit a bowl and ride my dick? N: oh fuck yeah. Can we try it the other way? I wanna your hot ass too. A: Of course. We both should go through it. Fair is fair. Now the brothers are back to being the closest they have ever been. They are back to being inseparable. They are as close as lovers can get. They eventually move out of their family home and moved in with Marcus. Now they parTy and fuck as often as they can.

Drew’s Dad has been with us several times when I’ve seeded our boy. It’s a new thing for him and Drew so I’m not pushing him too hard. He was with us last night. I put Drew on his belly and mounted him. His Dad was fully erect so I got off Drew and strongly encouraged him to just lie on top of Drew and just rub his cock on Drew’s arse. He was hesitant but he did it and soon I could see he was thrusting his cock between Drew’s cheeks. I gripped his balls and told him to cum. He shot his load over Drew’s arse which I lapped up. Drew loved it and I could tell his Dad enjoyed it. I’m confident that the next time we get together I’ll persuade his Dad to actually fuck him.

Yesterday I was needing cock and cum bad. So I went to my usual spots Grindr, bbrts, looking for some men to flood my hole. I found a guy on Grindr 5’ 8” 190lbs of muscle and a nice 8” cock with a curve to the left. I was at work when we started talking but made plans to meet afterwards which he didn’t mind since he wanted to fuck me after he went to the gym. He got to my place around 5:30 in a tank top and a tent in his gym shorts. We made out as he guided me to the couch and pushed my head to his musty crotch. I only got to blow him a few minutes before he pulled me up and positioned me on the couch and rammed his cock inside me. It was a little painful but luckily I loosened and lubed a bit before he got there. After about 5 minutes he says he’s cumming but he doesn’t stop fucking. About another 10-15 minutes goes by and again he says he’s cumming and he repeated the process 4 times. He had said the gym made him super horny and clearly wasn’t lying lol. After his 5th load he finally started to get soft and slid out my super wet hole, each load was clearly a decent size cuz it started dripping down my leg as I led him out. All in all it was just what I was needing a hot guy, multiple loads and all in about an hour’s worth of time

Long time reader, first time contributor. Hope you enjoy, this is a mostly true story. ____________________________________________________________________ I was 22 years old before I understood that I was gay. I put that fully on my repressed religious upbringing where even mentioning "sex" was [banned word] in my house. But once I discovered what those odd feelings in my gut meant when I saw a large bulge, or a strong, masculine man, it was not long before I was spending a lot of time searching for encounters with men that would bring me the kind of satisfaction I had been craving. At first, I wasn't very picky at all, and my desperation for sex overshadowed any other thoughts I had about the guys I met. And I will admit that my naivete was probably a turn-on for some of the older men who were all too happy to take advantage of me. It was very obvious after one or two meet-ups that I was a bottom, and knowing just enough about gay history, I knew that condoms were important and that I should never hook up without them. I was still on my parents' insurance so there was no way I could get prep without them knowing, and since I wasn't "out" to them yet, condom sex was really the only option I could think of. The next year, I was almost finished with college, but my studies weren't going especially well, at least in part because of all the time I spent looking for sex. I eventually found a couple of regulars but even still, I was almost constantly searching for more. We always used condoms. One night, I had a few drinks in my dorm room which made me horny so I messaged one of the guys, Jake, to see what he was up to. After a few minutes, he responded that he was already going to meet up with someone that night. I figured that meant no time for me and started looking for some porn to jack off too when another message came through. "He says it'd be hot if you came over too. What do you think?" I had never been with more than one guy before and was a little nervous about it, but I said that would be fun if he could pick me up on the way since I had been drinking. A short while later, I got the message to head outside and get in the car. The drive was quiet, my nerves were getting the better of me, but I was committed at that point since I couldn't make my own way back to the dorms. The house we pulled up to was out of the way, tucked in a quiet corner of a rural neighborhood. After we parked, Jake sent a quick message on his phone and we headed up to the door which opened just before we got there. The man standing in the doorway was older, probably in his 50s, but in decent shape. His head was shaved and he had a short beard, but what really caught my attention was the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants. He had answered the door in a pair of black briefs that did nothing to hide the large bulge in his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and he chuckled, "Guess you like what you see? Come in already." Jake and I walked inside and the man introduced himself as Tim and offered us each a drink. Still nervous, and now embarrassed that he had caught me staring, I took him up on his offer and he poured me a stiff whiskey coke which I downed pretty quickly. There was some of the typical smalltalk while Tim waited for me to calm down a bit, and every once in a while, he would give Jake a look, some sort of exchange happening without words. Pretty soon, Jake came over to me and started pulling on my shirt. Loosened up by the drink, I started to get into it and was happy when he started to kiss me passionately. Kissing always gets me going like nothing else and it wasn't long before both of us were naked, exploring each others bodies with our hands. Tim sat down close to us, stroking himself lightly and every once in a while he'd say something like "yeah, that's hot" or even just slight moans. Jake pushed me down on the couch and guided my mouth to his dick which had grown to its full 7 inches. I don't have great oral skills, but I always try my best. Jake held onto my head and tried to fuck my mouth, making me gag at the intrusion but he was getting nice and wet from my spit. I could taste the light saltiness of his precum on my tongue and eagerly slurped it down, swallowing what was there. I knew there wasn't much risk of anything just from sucking him. After a few more minutes of that, he told me to lay down and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed a condom from his pants, rolled it onto his dick, and lined himself up with my hole. Tim stood up and walked over to me. The bulge I had seen earlier was nothing compared to what I was seeing now. That thing had to be over 9 inches, way more than I had ever had before. He reached under my head with a pillow to help me keep it up more and then guided my mouth to his cock. Jake and Tim both started to push into me at the same time and soon I was opening up on both ends. I had never felt anything like that before and I found myself so turned on that I started moaning, clearly enjoying the treatment. "Yeah, just like that. You like taking both of us? Fuck him Jake," Tim said. I could see Jake grinning and he pushed all the way in, bottoming out inside my ass and giving me that full feeling I loved. He started to move in and out of me, increasing speed until he found a good rhythm. I kept sucking Tim, trying to get more and more of him into my mouth and massaging his balls. Whenever I drink, I turn into the guy who gets worried whether everyone in the room is having a good time, and I wanted to make sure that he was enjoying it as much as I was so I sucked him with enthusiasm. We kept this up for a few minutes when suddenly Jake stopped, and pulled out abruptly. "Crap, the condom broke." He pulled the condom off and held it up, it had clearly split at the end. As he did this, the tip of his raw dick dropped and ended up pressed lightly against my hole, but he didn't make a move to push it in. It felt... so good! As he moved, it rubbed against my opening, slick with lube and spit. I started to feel even more turned on than before but wasn't sure what to do next. "Do you have another?" I asked tentatively. "You guys have fucked before, right?" Tim asked. "I don't have any condoms in the house, do you really want to stop?" Jake let out an involuntary whimper, just enough for me to hear, and pushed just a little towards me. In my drunken state, I was finding it hard to concentrate through the sensations of his dick against my hole and let out a moan despite myself. "We don't have to keep going..." Jake offered, but it was clear that's not what he wanted. All this time, he was still rubbing against my hole, which was driving me into a frenzy, and the scent of Tim's cock still right in front of my face wasn't helping. "Uh... it's fine. Don't stop." I gave in. Jake looked up at Tim with a big grin and immediately pushed all the way inside me. I couldn't believe how easy it was to take him all the way. I opened up like never before. And the feeling... it was a whole new experience. I had never considered that it might feel different without a condom but this was amazing. I gasped in ecstasy and my hole involuntarily clenched around him. "Oh my god, that feels so good man! Your hole is so much better like this." Jake started fucking me harder, getting closer and closer to cumming. Tim pushed back into my mouth and I was overcome by all the sensations. I think I kind of blacked out for a bit, not sure if it was the booze, the sex, or some combination of both, but I lost all track of time. Suddenly, Jake started to tense up and he sped up his rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He said, still pounding away at my hole. "Do it, fuck his ass!" Tim encouraged him. Next thing I knew, Jake groaned loudly and pushed all the way in, holding tight to my hips and shaking. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and knew that he was cumming. All at once, it was like something broke inside me, and I knew that I would be chasing that feeling for the rest of my life. It was so much better than any sex I had had up to that point, and I loved the feeling of him leaking inside me. "You did great, boy." Tim patted me on the head as he started to move around to Jake. He grabbed Jakes shoulders and slowly pulled him back, his cock slipping out of me with a slight pop. "My turn." I started to get up. I didn't know anything about Tim and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to be inside me bareback, but Jake gently pushed me back down and said "It's ok, you're going to love it." Tim lined up against my hole and started to push. I clenched against the intrusion, worried about the risk with a complete stranger, but my hole was weak from Jake's fucking and it slowly started opening up despite my best efforts. "That's it, open up for me. Just let me in, it'll be so good." Tim's persistence started to pay off and the tip of his dick passed through my first sphincter. I tried again to pull away but he and Jake were holding onto me and I couldn't move enough to get him out of me. I tried pushing him out with my ass, but when I did Tim leaned forward and another couple inches of him slid into me. "Nice, that feels amazing. Keep pushing like that!" I started to feel dizzy and between that and the amazing sensation in my ass, I couldn't help but moan and my head fell back onto the pillow. "Yeah, that's good. Just relax, you can take it all," Tim sighed as he continued pushing his length into me. I could feel myself opening up and between the lube, spit, and Jake's cum still inside me, it wasn't long before Tim was as far as he could go. Or so I thought... "Hold on boy, there's still more," he almost whispered and he shifted his hips against me. I could feel the pressure building inside of me and thought I was going to be split in two, when suddenly something inside me moved and the pressure released. I yelped at the new sensation and Tim said "Fuck! That's it, I'm past the curve now." Jake cheered him on, rubbing my head and trying to reassure me. "Boy, that ass feels so good and I'm so deep, not gonna last long. Jake, you lubed him up good for me," Tim said and started rocking his hips against me, sliding easily in and out of my slick ass. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, like I couldn't form full thoughts against the feelings deep inside me. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I loved the way it felt. Tim was bigger than anyone I had ever had, and the full feeling I got with him all the way inside me was intoxicating. "Mmph, nice and broken in now! Feel how wet that is? You've got a lot of my precum in you already, and I'm gonna put this load so deep in you, it's never coming out! After this, you'll never want to use a condom again," Tim tried to take his time, pausing frequently to try and hold off his orgasm, but all the talk along with the feeling in my ass was clearly getting him worked up. Pretty soon, he stopped talking and his breathing got heavy. "Oh fuck... here it comes!" Tim grabbed my throat, looked deep into my eyes, and with one final thrust, he pushed all the way in again and I could feel that pulse of his muscles contracting, shooting his cum deep inside me. He collapsed down onto my chest and I realized I had cum at some point during the fucking. I had been so carried away I didn't even notice. I was completely overwhelmed after taking two loads inside me, but I knew that Tim was right and I would probably never use a condom again. Still inside me, Tim leaned forward and forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me fiercely. I couldn't help but get into it and soon I was kissing him back just as passionately. After a few minutes, he had softened enough that he slipped out of me, but before he stood up, he leaned in and whispered just to me, "Jake should be thanking you, you saved him tonight. I just pumped a massive 7-day toxic load deep inside you, knocked you up good boy. Your ass is mine forever." The End

Update from Folsom- its raining again- yesterday as well. Its all a bit much - leather, Uniforms -amazing. I bought a little gear but these men are serious but not very sexy carring an umbrella ! LOL -- hopefully it clears up. Laboratory -Naked night- i thought i got in line a bit late at 8:30 -- 9pm is door open-there were like 400 men in front of and 400 behind - and it never ended when i left a bit early at least 500 more men waiting to get inside by cut off time. Lab has sure changed- the area has been expanded and more play areas - and and an outdoor space i never saw in Winter. the same darkroom win at the old entry area was hopping -it was hopping all over-- but honestly lots of men naked just standing or sitting around more than the fucking. But its a tops delight- holes everywhere and guys who would probably never bat you a smile bent over taking all cock all night. It was sensory overload. i didn't stay long -and wanted to catch last train back to hotel in Gay area 40 min away so. i left and then wen to Bull - took a few more loads - so crowded but whew those bottoms are rough and testy -i love it tho-its a very 70s/80s throwback nothing like it the world. I went to Scheune. Bar --like Bull but backroom downstairs- not as big a bit tight but had some fun -made out with a leather guy and offered hole. I also wen to Duplexx XXX which is basically a daytime sex club- wow-that was a scence took a few cocks naked in one of the rooms but most guys were just trolling about- it was fun but could be better but i think those places are hit or miss. Friday- not sure what's on program- will skip Testosterone the opening night- Saturday is the original HorseFair in early evening for markes 530pm but also the PIG event party at 9pm i'm going to try to do both so tonight will try to keep it easy save up some energy for tomorrow. Getting in at 3am is hard on the system and still horny as fuck. I'm going to probably do Scheune and Bull again tonight . Oh I forgot i did Tiergarten - Wed night- it was packed but alot of standing around- got fucked in one of the toilets- in complete darkness but tennis table were active just a bit most guys just walking about like zombies but wow packed on a Wed night- admit it was warm night and clear. I may do that tonight wear boots if the ground is bit muddy. Wish me luck- can't wait for PIG -its going to be sensory overload- i wish i come younger when i had more stamina- my old soul will just float around. As i always say ITS TOO MUCH!!!

My hole was insatiable tonight so finally decided to take an anon load. Blindfolded, naked, on all fours, doors unlocked. Drunk guy came over, smelling of the bars, and he rimmed my hole and then mounted me. Really gave me a good fuck and then shot a huge load inside me. Then he kept fucking me for a while churning it until he wordlessly got up, put his clothes on, and left. Never saw his face. Never even got a face pic. Eating his load from my hole now. So good.

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Just left. fuck. i feel like when He fucks me it's like a conquest, and when He unloads in me, He is occupying conquered territory. It's not like He fucks in an aggressive way, although He's all muscle, and He goes between deep grinding and hard pounding, but i feel His intent to possess, and He always does possess me.

I'm feeling a primal surge of anger, and I know just how to channel it. This vibe is not for everyone. Tons of respect for the bottoms that absorb all the force I can expend. Older, masochistic and (preferably crossdressing or caged) experienced bottoms are a white whale these days; and I am Ahab. I seek that man who's ready to match my intensity, to meet my rage with his own. I crave the raw, aggressive energy of a passionate encounter, where we can both let go and release this pent-up fury. I want to feel the heat of his body against mine, to hear his breath quicken as our movements grow more urgent. This is about more than just the hookup; it's about catharsis, finding a release for what threatens to consume all my attention otherwise. As I look here for someone who understands this need, who wants to share in this intense, almost violent release. I need to feel present, to feel the fire of my anger transform into something else, something more primal and satisfying.

I took my last two loads on Saturday last 8/23/25. It was a hook up off off grindr. I started talking with this hot guy and after 10 mins he sends me his location and tells me he can host. I drove about 15 minutes and arrived at his place and we immediately go into his bedroom. He brings up status right away asking if I was negative and on prep. I told him yes. He replied the reason I ask is. He was positive and detectable. I was put off at first. He said that he understood if I wanted to leave. But I stayed. I liked the guy and I figured we'd talk awhile and the mood would pass. But it didn't, he pulled out his uncut cock, it was very nice, about 6-7 inches but as thick as a coke can. I started suck him. After a 5 or so minutes, he got up and started pulling off my pants. Before I knew it my ass was in the air and he squirted some lube and he slid right in. It felt amazing. He fucked me doggy while then rolled me over holding my legs high in the air and started pounding me again. We fucked like that awhile then he pulled out and turned around pushed my legs down folded me all most in half and pushed his cock in my again and started raising up and down. Few minutes later he turned around grabbed my ankles. He entered me and said I'm all most there. I said Ok. He then thrusted deep and moaned. He gave me a four day load. We talked about 15 minutes or so and asked if I would drive him to the store so I did. While he went in I stayed in the car waiting. I could feel his load running out of my ass, it was a huge turn on. He got back into the car and I told him. He thought it was so hot. He made a phone call and was talking with the person then asked if I would take him there. So I did. He told me to come up to the apt. with him. When we got to the door the guy answered and we went in. The guy was a friend of my new friend and wasn't long we were all naked. I was sucking of the first guy and the new guy was barebacking me. He was about 7" cut to very nice head on him. Ted was the first guys name he tells me Manny (the new guy) was newly positive with a HVL. The words are barely out of his mouth when Manny cums deep in my ass. We spend the rest of the day fucking. I got two more loads from each. It was a great fun filled day. We already made plans for next weekend. Can't wait.

Jake’s latest trip to Berlin was nothing short of a pig’s paradise. The moment he stepped off the plane, the city’s pulsing energy filled him with an insatiable hunger for the depraved sexual adventures that awaited him. As he strutted off the airplane, jockstrap hugging his hips, he realized it had now been five hours without a cock filling him up and that had to be fixed. He knew exactly where he needed to go. The closest men’s bathroom was his first stop, a place where he could ease into the city's vibe. The scent of sex and piss hit him like a warm, familiar embrace as he walked in. The bathroom was a cesspool of depravity, and he felt right at home. Standing at the urinal, shorts low enough for his tattoo to show, he was advertising. Within minutes, he was approached by a scruffy college student, who couldn’t resist the allure of Jake’s "fuck me" tattoo. The man's eyes widened with hunger as he took in Jake's lean body and inviting ass. Without a word, the stranger grabbed him and pushed him into a stall. Jake eagerly dropped to his knees, ready to serve. The student whipped out his cock, already hard and leaking precum. Jake took it in his mouth, savoring the taste of pre-flight nerves and the thrill of the unknown. He sucked greedily, feeling the stranger's hand gripping at his hair and forcefully guiding his movements. The student groaned, and Jake knew he had found a worthy first cock for his Berlin adventure. After the student had fucked him hard and left his hole dripping, Jake was ready to go. He headed downstairs to meet up with his friend who had come to pick him up. Jake headed to their usual meeting spot, the main floor's bathroom where he saw his piggy friend eagerly waiting and received another fresh load deep in his eager hole. They headed out to the car and Jake saw another friend waiting. He had barely gotten in the car before the third man had his dick out, and Jake's ass was in the air, receiving yet another sloppy, raw fucking on the back seat. The car's interior was sticky with lust as the driver watched the two fuck, filling Jake’s ass with a third thick load. Not even in the country for 10 minutes and already experiencing Germany’s finest hospitality. The next day, Jake woke up in a friend’s squalid apartment, his body sticky and reeking of cum. He didn't even bother to shower before heading out to the train tracks, a notorious cruising spot. The thrill of exhibitionism was a potent aphrodisiac for him, and he craved the attention of strangers watching him be used like the whore he was. As he stumbled along the tracks, feeling the vibrations of approaching trains, a group of burly, hairy daddies emerged from the shadows. They were exactly what Jake had been dreaming of – tall, muscular, and smelling of sweat and desire. They circled him like hungry predators, their eyes gleaming with lust. He knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. One by one, they took him, each one more aggressive and piggy. Jake’s tight hole was stretched and pounded, his screams of pleasure echoing through the industrial wasteland. The sound of trains rushing by only heightened the intensity of the gang rape. The men used his body with no regard for his comfort, pushing him to his limits. They didn’t care who saw or heard, they were too consumed by their own desires. Cum filled Jake's ass as they came inside him, one after another. The feeling of being bred was intoxicating, and he begged for more. They fisted him, slapped his ass, and spat in his mouth, and he loved every second of it. People, cars, trains all passing by, seeing the boy gutted and gaped. The pain and humiliation were his currency, his way of feeling truly alive. For the next few days, Jake threw himself into the Berlin pig scene. Each night was a blur of drugs, sweat, and cum. He attended parties where he was passed around, his body used and abused in every imaginable way. His moans and screams were music to the ears of the perverts that surrounded him, and his ass was never empty. He was pissed on, fisted, and even had his CBT limits pushed. Yet, he never once said no, living up to his reputation as an insatiable bottom. In the dimly lit dungeons and back alleys, Jake found his true happiness, a place where his desires were not just accepted but celebrated. The rawness of the encounters, the lack of boundaries, and the pure, animalistic passion of the men around him brought him to a level of ecstasy that nothing else could match. Then came his time to shine at the infamous Lab. oratory, the mecca of extreme sexual debauchery that drew in the most voracious pigs from around the globe. A place where Jake felt most at home. The anticipation had him trembling with excitement, his pink little hole still leaking cum from the days before. He eagerly anticipated the raw, unbridled fucking he was about to receive. Jake patiently waited in line to get in and was wearing the required all black, but still managed to be in assless shorts letting his infamous tattoo be seen. The cool night air caressed his exposed cheeks and the scent of his musky desire filled the atmosphere around him. As he waited, Jake noticed the two towering figures approaching from the front of the line. The first was a bearish daddy, his thick beard and muscular build a stark contrast to Jake's lean, youthful form. The second man was a bit shorter but equally as hairy and muscular, with a sadistic twinkle in his eye. They were the kind of men who knew exactly what they wanted and took it without apology. As they approached the taller one, a German heavyweight with a deep, gruff accent, spotted Jake's ass and smirked. He leaned in and whispered something to his friend, who chuckled darkly. They both knew Jake by reputation, having seen his pictures and videos circulating in the underground kink scene. The shorter man gave Jake's ass a firm slap, and the crowd parted before them as they approached. "Pig royalty like you don't wait in lines," the tall daddy growled, his grip firm grabbing Jake's jockstrap. "Let's get that cunt wrecked." The crowd's reaction was a mix of awe and envy as they recognized Jake. Some had seen his work before, while others had only heard the legend of the insatiable bottom from New York. They murmured to each other, knowing that tonight would be one for the history books. The two men didn't even bother to ask Jake's consent; they simply claimed him as their own, pulling him out of line and into the club. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, and the bouncers nodded in recognition as the trio passed. Inside, the club was a maze of leather, chains, and sweaty, half-dressed men, all looking for their next conquest. The air was thick with the scent of sex and lust. As they entered the dimly lit space, the music pounded like a heartbeat, the bass resonating through Jake's body. The lights played off the chrome surfaces, creating an industrial, almost dystopian, atmosphere. The walls were lined with various play areas, each more extreme than the last. The crowd was a sea of naked and leather-clad, muscled men, all watching the new arrivals with hunger in their eyes. Jake had been to extreme places before, but there was always something about his first steps into the Lab. oratory that sent a shiver down his spine. It was the kind of club that didn't just push boundaries—it obliterated them. The two daddies led him to a raised platform in the center of one of the main rooms, where a group of equally rough-looking men were already waiting, their cocks out and ready. Jake recognized a few immediately where they had indeed fucked him before, in various cities and at various underground events. They knew of his limitless urge to please, and they were eager to show him off to the others. They didn't bother with small talk, securing him to the St. Andrew's Cross with thick, heavy chains. The crowd gathered around, hungry for the show. They saw his “Fuck Me” tattoo and whispers and screams passed through the crowd as they had all heard tales of the New York bottom's insatiable appetite for pain and pleasure. They weren't about to miss out on watching him in action. Once secured, the shorter daddy stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He unbuckled his leather pants, revealing his rock-hard, uncut cock. The crowd eagerly watched as the music seemed to fade into the background as he approached Jake. He didn't bother with a warm-up, just a quick swipe of spit to lubricate his shaft before plunging into the young man's eager hole. Jake let out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as the crowd watched with rapt attention. He loved being so exposed, so used, and so utterly alive. Music blasting, all eyes on him, and a daddy's thick cock stretching him to his limits, filling him completely. After a few rough minutes of warm up, the taller one began to fist Jake's ass, his huge tattooed knuckles and arms disappearing deeper inside as Jake's hole gaped open. The two men took turns fucking and fisting Jake, using his body as their personal playground. They didn't hold back, pushing him to the brink of pain and pleasure. They used his nipples piercings as handles, tugging and pulling as they pounded into him, making him scream with every thrust. Tugging roughly at his guiche while their rough fists slid in and out. His ass was a canvas for their sadistic artistry, a symbol of his submission to their will. As the night went on, Jake was passed around from one depraved pig to the next, each one taking his turn to claim the infamous bottom. He was spat on, pissed on, and covered in sweat. His body was pushed to its absolute limits, and he reveled in every moment of it. The crowd watched, some jerking off, others eagerly waiting their turn. The Lab.oratory was a sprawling maze of dark, damp rooms, each one more depraved than the last and Jake had seen them all. The walls were lined with slings, St. Andrew’s crosses, and various BDSM equipment, the air thick with the scent of sweat, piss, and the musky aroma of male arousal. The lighting was dim, casting eerie shadows across the bare, industrial space, with strobe lights piercing through to illuminate the carnage of pleasure happening within. The sound of grunts, slaps, and whips filled the air. Everything a pig could want and more was located deep in that paradise. Jake continued to pass from room to room, his jockstrap covered in other men’s filth, barely containing his abused and swollen cock and balls. The tattoo across his ass cheeks was an open invitation to any man who dared to read it. In every new room he was met with a cacophony of crude catcalls and whistles greeting him, as if the very air was alive with the lust of the men who spotted him. He made his way through the throngs of horny, hairy daddies, their eyes hungrily devouring his youthful body. Each man he passed was more massive and muscular than the last, their furry chests, beefy arms, and ripe pits a testament to the kind of power and dominance that made his knees quiver and his heart race. He found his way to the back, where a particularly nasty-looking daddy with a thick, uncut cock was already pounding away at a squealing pig in a sling. The sight of the older man’s powerful strokes made Jake’s mouth water and his leaking hole clench in anticipation. Over the next two days, Jake was passed around like a piece of prime meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He was face-fucked, spit on, pissed in, and fisted without a single complaint. His tight, smooth hole was stretched beyond belief as one after another, the muscular daddies took turns plunging their raw, sweaty cocks, arms, feet, and more deep inside him. Each time he was filled with hot, sticky cum, he begged for more, his voice hoarse from the constant screams of pleasure and pain. One particularly memorable encounter was with a beastly daddy who loved to play with Jake’s sensitive feet. The man had a thick, furry chest and a cock that was a monster in and of itself. He bound Jake’s wrists to the sling, his ankles spread wide and fastened in the air. The man proceeded to tickle, lick, and suck his toes and every inch of his feet while pounding into him without mercy. The mix of pleasure and pain had Jake writhing and squirming, his toes curling and uncurling in ecstasy. Another time, he found himself in a public area of the club, where a group of men were playing a game of piggy poker. The stakes? Each player took turns fucking Jake’s ass while the others cheered and jeered, betting on who could make Jake scream the loudest or which man would cum the fastest. Jake was a trooper, enduring round after round of rough, anonymous sex, his body a canvas for the men to claim and mark as they saw fit. But it was the fisting that truly set Jake’s soul on fire. A burly, bear-like daddy, with a beard so thick it could hide small animals, took Jake into a cage while others watched. The man’s fists and thick, hairy arms were like sledgehammers, and the way he stretched and filled Jake’s ass was nothing short of divine. He worked his way deep inside Jake’s already gaped cunt until he was bicep deep. He would swap arms, throwing deep punches just to watch Jake scream. The pain was intense, but the feeling of fullness and submission was heavenly. In between the hardcore sessions, Jake took part in some milder kinks, like cruising the dark rooms with his mouth full of cock, getting used like a human urinal by a line of desperate, leaking [banned word], and having his smooth skin scribbled on with permanent markers by men who claimed him as their property. For Jake, the night was a blur of sensations—the sting of a flogger, the bite of a zipper, the sweet pain of a needle. But through it all, he remained in a state of ecstasy, his moans and cries echoing through the club. As the sun began to rise on the second day, Jake stumbled out of Lab. oratory, his body bruised and his hole gaping, feeling utterly and completely used. The Berlin streets were quiet, but the memories of the filthy piggy fun he’d had were anything but. His journey had taken him to new heights of depravity, and he couldn’t wait for his next trip to indulge in the city’s sinful delights once more. As Jake got ready to head back to New York, his body showed signs of Berlin’s wear. His skin was bruised, his ass unbelievably sore, and his throat was raw from screaming and deep-throating. But his spirit was unbroken. He was a pig through and through, and Berlin was his heaven. The city had claimed him once again, and he knew he would return, eager to dive back into the depths of its depraved underbelly. As he boarded the plane to leave, his ass still leaking cum and his heart racing from the experiences, Jake couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. But it was a bittersweet feeling, because he knew that his Berlin adventures would only make him crave more, and he had the rest of his life to seek out the darkest, most extreme piggy playgrounds the world had to offer.

I am in a long-term sexual relationship with my cousin. We started playing together as kids. I was 12 and he was 14. My mother caught us a couple of times. She found us naked in bed sucking each other's cocks. She also saw me being fucked later on. Mom never said anything. I only started acting slutty after she caught us. I was okay with my mother seeing how much I enjoyed being fucked. I've been getting horny AF since I was a kid, and it's still the same way now. My cousin got turned on even more—he got a hard-on as a kid from the idea of fucking her really hard—after she watched me get fucked. My cousin is married already for years. But still we fuck from time to time. Its my cousin, family - who is my longest sex parner. Its 30 years now 🙂

I love this topic 🤣 Apart from a few guys my age from my town or school, I started be into guys only since 2024. I've done with a group of fuckfriends and then 3 times in sauna. This year I got more action during holidays in Ibiza and Germany At the moment my body count is 45

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Sorry for the delay - here is the continuation of “ Selling my Status” Chapter 2: The Long Week The next seven days were the longest of my life. It was a bizarre purgatory, suspended between my old self and the new one I had so recklessly, chemically agreed to become. The morning after my visit to Matt’s, I woke up with a crushing headache and a dry, chemical taste in my mouth. The memories of the night flooded back in a nauseating wave: the smoke, the commands, the camera’s unblinking eye, the toilet swirling with my future. A sharp, cold panic seized me. What had I done? I scrambled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I opened my banking app. The rational part of my brain, the part that was screaming, knew it was a scam. There would be no money. I had just thrown away my health for a drug-fueled fantasy and a promise from a stranger. But the balance was there. Not the $50,000, but a pending wire transfer for $10,000. A subject line: Good faith. Don’t disappoint me. The panic didn't vanish, but it mutated. It was now tangled with a terrifying, thrilling sense of commitment. It was real. The money was real. He was real. The days that followed were a study in cognitive dissonance. By daylight, I was a normal guy. I went to work at my bland office job, answered emails, attended meetings. I was quiet, withdrawn. My colleagues must have thought I was coming down with something. In a way, I was. I was incubating. But inside, a constant, low hum of anxiety and… anticipation… thrummed through me. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart leapt into my throat. It was never him. He was silent, letting the tension build. He owned the silence as much as he owned the promise. My body felt different. Without the daily ritual of the blue pill, I felt raw, exposed, vulnerable. I’d catch myself staring into space, imagining what it would feel like. The conversion. The moment of transmission. The thought should have horrified me. And it did. But late at night, alone in my bed, it was the only thing that could bring me to a shuddering, shame-filled climax. I was becoming the character I’d played for his camera. On the fifth day, a package arrived at my door. No return address. Inside was a single, small box of a popular brand of protein bars. Taped to the inside of the lid was a negative test result. His. Recent. And a note, scrawled on thick, expensive cardstock: *Getting everything ready for you. Be clean. Be ready. *- M* The message was clear. The transaction was proceeding. He was confirming his own status to assure the "purity" of the product. I was the product. The finality of it, the clinical coldness mixed with the dark intimacy, left me breathless. I slid to the floor, the test result in my hand, and cried. I wasn't sure if they were tears of fear or of relief.

I'd worship you ❤️

I started getting fucked and taking loads in my early 20's, and it was very easy for me to get loads not only because I was young and in good shape, but because I was also very masculine. In those days bottoming was seen as something for the effeminate guys, while the masculine guys were supposed to be the tops. I would usually walk around the place, sauna or YMCA, and guys would notice me, and follow me into my room. In those days top and bottom wasn't a thing, maybe active/passive, so once inside my room I would get them horny by letting them touch my muscles and my masculine demeanour. I used to feel very masculine while presenting myself as a bottom, and felt proud about it because it helped me get loads. There's something very sexy about a young masculine bottom.

With daily PrEP dosing, the side effects often lessen or disappear after taking it regularly for 2-4 weeks, as your body adjusts to it. Descovy is reported to have fewer side effects. If you don't take it consistently, it is possible to seroconvert, and this is a bad idea because that can result in the virus becoming resistant to the drugs in PrEP. It is better to use the "on demand" dosing described by @Pozzible, or to use the new bimonthly injectable PrEP. @Pozzible's explanation of "on demand" PrEP (2-1-1) is exactly right. The first dose must be taken between 2 and 24 hours before sex, and the other 2 doses at 24 hour intervals after that.

I have never flirted or been flirted by the staff, I always just thought it was off limits. Honestly I am face down ass up, so even if there was a staff member I wouldn't know... Lol. Although the last time I was at Flex, my room was right near the laundry room. I was just getting ass up when two staffers walked by and I heard one say "Damn". A little bit of time and fun had passed, when a real quiet guy walked in closed the door, pretty much just slide in and pounded for about 15 minutes and dumped 2 loads in me, he was pretty endowed as well. As he finished I looked up and seen a person in all black leaving the room. Didn't think much about it, after a few hours I was packing up to go and walking out of the room when a staff member walked by, smiled and said that was a great break time.

What a weekend it was. For some time now, I've been regularly meeting a man I met on Grindr. You could say we're building a relationship. He's a 62-year-old Norwegian (retired and divorced, gay). Maybe I'll write about how we met someday, but currently, our relationship is as follows: we meet mainly on weekends – he lives in another city and usually flies in to see me. This weekend, I went to see him. On Friday, around 3 p.m., he picked me up at the airport. We kissed for a while in the car, and I gave him a little blowjob, but he didn't want to do it because he knows I love a good creampie, so he'd been loading his cum for a few days. when we got to his apartment (he has an apartment in the city center - with several bedrooms and bathrooms) - I immediately went to freshen up after the trip. He joined me in the shower, where we kissed passionately, and finally he inserted his thick, 18-centimeter cock into me. We moved to the bedroom, where we played for several minutes, until he finally ejaculated inside me as I rode him. Then we rested for a while and went to a bar for a drink – my lover loves it when I wear a thong – so he gave me a new, sexy pair and asked me to put them on. After returning from the bar, slightly drunk, we made love again, and once again he ejaculated deeply inside me. In the morning, I woke him up with a BJ, we had breakfast, and we went shopping to get ready, as his friends were visiting us today – mainly to meet me (it wasn't meant to be an orgy – my partner claims I'm the one and he doesn't need any more happiness). His friends also visited us in the evening. They were - a hetero couple in their 60s, very nice and young people in spirit (I am 30), a gay couple in their 40s and one gay friend, 52, also divorced - 190 cm, about 100 kg, very athletic, balding, with a slight beard. As is common at every house party, there was a fair amount of alcohol, questions, and self-talk. My partner hugged me a lot in front of others, and we kissed occasionally—no one had a problem with it, although the single man always looked at us with excitement. I also noticed he was staring at me intently when I bent over and my thong was visible. I also get very horny after drinking, so I decided to be a little provocative. I had to do it discreetly so my boyfriend wouldn't notice. So when this lonely man went out to the balcony to smoke, I followed him, asked for a cigarette, and sat down close to him, so my leg was touching his. We chatted a bit, laughed, and I deliberately leaned over the railing to see my ass, with my thong sticking out, in his direction. He then told me I had a damn sexy ass. I laughed and kissed him on the neck. Then, increasingly under the influence of alcohol, in the apartment or on the balcony, I grabbed him around the crotch a few times, and he grabbed my ass. Everyone wanted to go to sleep, so I cuddled up to my boyfriend and we started kissing. When I found only me in the living room, he and his friend were in the kitchen, I then sat on top of my boyfriend and started rubbing my ass against his cock. He said we were going to bed – for an obvious reason – and the lonely friend was supposed to sleep in the living room. When my boyfriend went to the bathroom, I told the other guy I'd have a quick fuck with my boyfriend and come over when he fell asleep. So we did – in fact, after a few minutes of blowjob, my boyfriend squirted and immediately fell asleep. Then I went out to the living room and told the other guy to go to the balcony. When we got out, he sat on the sofa and I started sucking his cock – it was wonderfully thick, about 17 cm, with a big head. I knew we couldn't risk it, so after a while of blowjob, I took off my cock and sat on it. After a few minutes of sex and kissing, he leaned me against the railing, took my panties aside, and fucked me from behind. When he came, his whole body tensed, and he grabbed my ass like no one had ever done before. We went back to bed, and in the morning, my boyfriend was fucking me in the ass while his friend's cum dripped down my backside.

He wasn’t. Drew has now sucked him off several times. We’ve had a few 3somes where Drew’s Dad and Daddy (me) have shot our loads in his mouth. He’s also watched me fuck Drew a few times. I tell him how good Drew’s arse is and he should try it. Last time I pulled out and guided him towards Drew’s hole. His cock touched Drew’s hole but he backed out at the last second. Drew wants both his Dads to breed him so I’m hoping unit will happen.

Chapter 5 – Todd takes his turn 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? S: Oh wow, how fucked up is he? How much T did he just take up his hole? T: Don’t worry. He just took about a half gram dissolved in 2 of my loads from yesterday. The 2 men turn and look at the boy. He is still squirming and making noises like he was trying to put some words together but couldn’t. All that could be made out was moans of pleasure coming from the boy. Sid reached down and flicked the plug and made the boy squeal a bit as he gyrated on the toy. T: oh good. Looks like he is ready for my meat. He grabbed his 8 inch dick sticking straight at it’s prey. Todd reached and pulled the butt plug out of the bottom. A loud smack sound was heard as the plug was removed. Aiden let out a disheartening low moan as he felt the emptiness. T: Don’t worry. You’ll be full again in just a minute. Todd maneuvered the boy into doggie position and knelt down between the boy’s legs. His tongue attacked the boy’s hole. The hole was gaping a little so there was an easy in getting his tongue into the boy. Todd slobbered all over that hole and got it nice and wet. He tasted a little of his own cum in the boy. The taste only fueled his hunger for the teen’s hole. After a few minutes, Todd got to his feet and aimed his 8 inches to the hole before him. He pushed forward and felt Aiden’s hole softly grip the tip of his dick like a soft glove. T: Oh fuck yeah boy. Your daddy did a great job of opening you up for me. But my meat gets thickest in the middle of my shaft. Let’s see how well you take that? Todd slammed the full length of his dick into the boy. The boy let out a muddled yelp. The bottom gripped the sheets on the bed, looking for something to help stabilized his position. A: Sttt. Sttttttoo. Todd motioned over to Sid with his head. Sid knew what was being asked of him. Sid got on the bed at the boy’s head and shoved his dick into his son’s mouth. Unintelligible noises came from the bottom but nothing that could be made out. After chocking on his daddy’s dick for a while, the teen stopped trying to say anything and kept himself in the ecstasy of the moment. Aiden felt his hole being stretched by the new dick inside of him. It hurt him slightly but his body was yelling to his mind that he needed more and more dick. His mind kept wandering between the big dick in his hole and his daddy’s dick in his mouth, jabbing the back of his throat. He had to admit, he was in bottom heaven, even if it was slightly uncomfortable. Todd continued the doggy style assault on Aiden’s ass for almost 20 minutes straight. Todd pulls out and tells Sid to take his place for a few minutes. Sid moves around to the boy’s ass and turns him over so they are facing each other. He lifts the boy’s legs up and pushes back into his son. Sid takes the time to long dick his son. Back and forth, back and forth. Todd gets up and retrieves his phone. He walks back through the hallway and into the kitchen. He grabs a few bottles of water and 2 gatorades. He cracks open the gatorades and drops some G into the bottles. He measures one out to be x amount in the blue Gatorade and double x amount in the light blue Gatorade. He downs a bottle of water and grabs the remaining water and Gatorade bottles. He walks back into the room and watches the sight before him. Father and son in PNP bliss. He congratulated himself on a plan well executed. He sat the drinks on the small side table next to the party supplies. He opens up the double dosed Gatorade and takes a swig. T: Hey Sid, here catch. Todd walks over to Sid and hands him the same Gatorade. T: Swig, swig, pass. Sid opened the bottle and took 2 big gulps before handing the bottle down to his son. T: Hold on, go ahead and take these with that. Todd takes some pills from the supplies and puts them directly into the boy’s mouth. T: Go ahead and drink now. The boy took the bottle and drank down the pills without a care in the world as to what they were. T: Go ahead and finish the bottle off boy. It’s only half the bottle. You’ll need it the electrolytes for tonight. As the boy is gulping down the last of the Gatorade bottle, Todd is on his phone tapping away on his keyboard. He looks up at the boy. Aiden can see an evil smile on Todd’s face in the glow of the phone. Todd finished his texting and returned to the supplies. He grabs some of he same pills he gave the boy and hand them to Sid. T: Here bro. Take these and let me tag in. The two men change places and Todd is now fucking Aiden with the legs on his shoulders. Todd leans forward and uses his weight to push further into the boy that before. He feels the second ring open right up. Sid takes the other Gatorade and opens it up. He takes the pills given to him with a big swig. It was only after he took the pills that he even thought to ask what he was talking. S: So what was that you gave him? That you gave us? T: Oh mostly the usual. Ecstasy and Cialis. And a small homemade capsule with some special K in it. S: what? T: Oh don’t worry about it. It’s just a small amount. Just like taking a good dose of G. I just wanted to both to be feeling good when the guys come around. S: The guys? I thought was were keeping this a small event. T: A good special always needs a special encore. Todd turns his attention back to the boy under him. As he fucked, the boys dick and balls would just bounce with the rhythm. The teen’s dick was leaking precum like crazy. Todd used his fingers to scoop some up and feed them to the boy. The bottom suckled on the fingers pushed into his mouth. He starred back at Todd with saucers in his eyes. The boy was flying so high. Todd wondered if he even realized who was fucking him at the moment. Todd picked up his pace and was slapping into the twink with full force. Noises could be heard form Aiden but nothing in words; more like instinctual grunts. T: I just love stretching a new boy out with my thicker dick. Todd grabbed the boy by his waist and pushed as far as he could into the boy. He released volley after volley of cum into the boy. He collapsed onto the boy for a moment. Once his dick had finished releasing his seed, he pulled out and reinserted the plug. T: Go ahead and take Aiden over to the shower so he can clean off. We should have about 20 or so until the pills kick in. The guys should be over by then too. Sid helped his son to his feet. The boy was slightly unsteady and threw his arms over his Daddy to walk. Sid guided his boy to the bathroom attached to the playroom. Chapter 6 – Cleaning Up Sid helped his son into the walk-in shower. Once both were inside the shower, Sid turned the knob and the water starts to flow. Minor adjustments needed to get the perfect warm but not hot temperature. Sid grabs a luffa and some body wash and starts lathering. He starts to wash his son’s body off. Sid cant help but feel like this is just as intimate as when they fucked. There he was, washing his adult son like a close lover. He lathered his neck, his chest, his arms, working his way down. He goes down all the way down to his legs. Sid is on his knees lathering away when he notices his son is starting to piss. He lets the urine hit him in the face. Once he has stopped peeing, Sid takes his son’s cock into his mouth and sucks on it. The flaccid dick starts to fill out and Aiden is moaning again. It doesn’t take long before Aiden shoots his load into his Daddy’s mouth. Sid takes every drop and swallows his son’s seed. Aiden is a little more stable on his feet after his blowjob. Sid stands and guides his high son to his knees. Todd pushes his dick into his son’s mouth. The son is loving his Daddy’s dick in his mouth and gets Todd to a halfway erection. He looks down at his son’s saucer eyes and knows he is super fucked up still. S: Ok, hold up a minute, son. We don’t want to miss the mark of this one. Yeah, just hold on… almost there… Aiden is there waiting with Daddy’s dick deep in his mouth, at the entrance of his throat. Then, without warning, a warm liquid starts leaking into his throat. S: That’s it son. It’s just a warm beer. Drink it down. Drink it down. Aiden tries but can only swallow most of the piss being poured into his throat. He coughs some up but at least half is still swallowed. Sid pulls his son up and makes out with him. They kiss for a few minutes before Sid starts to lather Aiden over once more. This time Sid pays special attention to the teen’s hole, rimming him for a bit before turning the water off. The man and his son walk out of the shower. Sid towels off and helps towel off Aiden. They both walk back into the room naked and go back to sitting on the bed. T: That took you a while. S: Yeah, I fed him some parTy piss. Good thing I was parTying before I got here. Before the shot you gave me. The boy is back to flying high. Between the piss I just feed him, the E you just feed him, and the T he’s gonna be getting when the boys arrive, damn, I don’t know if he will ever come down. T: Don’t forget about the K too. Damn…hope the boy appreciates all this when he lands – eventually.

Last night i sucked off a married migrant worker from grinder In a pitch black farm storage building. Met him a little ways down from where he’s staying. Saw him on the side of the road and followed his figure into a dark dirty building. He pushed me to my knees and took out his cock. Not very big. But it was rock hard. He grabbed my head and pounded his cock into the back of my mouth, held me in place as he fucked my mouth. Spent half an hour swapping between making out and having my throat assaulted by his cock. When he finally came he pushed my head down as far as he could and shot his load down my throat. Held me there until I had to push his off, zipped up and walked away.

This is my Buddy Steve’s sperm pouring out my hole just after he shot over a week’s worth of his seed into me.

Andy had been left there to hang in the sling for an unknown amount of time. Andy was still high from his point and was zoning out on the ceiling, the shadows in the dimly lit room, and the empty feeling he felt growing in his ass. Yes, he had a plug in there but that’s not what his body needed. He needed cock and more cock. Andy did not hear someone walk into the room and was now standing beside him. Ivan had come back to speak with their latest conquest. Andy didn’t take any notice of him until Ivan reached down and flicked the butt plug, sending ripples throughout his body. I: Hey there sweet thing. I’ve got something for you. Ivan reached out his hands. In one hand he had some pills and in the other a bottle of some yellow brown liquid. I: here take these, it will help with the pain and humiliation we just put you through. A: Like a headache? I: yes, exactly like a headache. **evil smirk** Ivan pushed 2 pills into the boy’s mouth and pushed the bottle to his mouth. Andy drank greedily. Ivan pushed 2 other pills into Andy’s mouth and again pushed the bottle of mystery liquid to him. After Andy had finished the liquid, Ivan started to laugh to himself. I: oh boy, you’re really fucked now. you just took two pills of ecstasy and two Cialis. All washed down with my personal concoction of chem piss iced tea. The iced tea helps with the taste and hides the extra tina powder mixed in. oh you are gonna be such fun in a little bit. I’ll come back when you are dialed up to 100. Ivan looked down at the boy and almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He turned toward the door and walked out. Ivan walked into the kitchen and sat beside Klein. All three men were there just relaxing in their nakedness. The three of them half hard. Q: did you get him to take the pills? I: yup, and the chem piss. I threw in some Cialis too. Otherwise he’ll have tina dick the whole time. Not that it is a bad thing, but he should really enjoy his night of firsts. Don’t worry, we still have plenty if we want to take more. K: he drank all the piss? I: every drop. I told you guys, my iced tea recipe is an automatic win. Can barely taste anything off about it. K: time for my one on one with him. Klein stood up and walked over to the counter. He picked up a can of shaving cream and a razor. K: time to clean the boy up Klein walked into the fuck room holding his supplies. He walked over and looked down at the boy in the sling. He looked for the eyes and saw the boy on cloud nine. He looked the boy up and down before starting his task. The Asian teen was practically smooth all over already. There was the underarm and the small neat bush above his dick. Klein lathered him up and only needed 1 swipe of the razor for each area. He pulled a towel out and wiped away the access lather. Before him was sex crazed, smooth as can be bottom waiting for a night of fun. Klein ran him fingers down the teen’s chest, circling the nipple on the right. All he could hear in the quiet was the moans of the boy. He trailed down to the belly button and through were his pubes used to be. The Cialis was kicking in as the boy’s 5 inch dick sprang straight up toward the belly button. Klein dragged his fingers across the boy’s balls and watch the dick bounce from his touch. His finger travelled further down and flicked the butt plug. A high pitched moan escaped the boy. Behind both of them, Quinn appeared. Q: oh damn, I didn’t actually think you would shave him. I mean he was pretty smooth already. K: yeah, but now he’s pnp pig smooth. They both laugh and jerk their dicks to start chubbing up. Quinn walks up with a small baggie of powdered tina. He removes the butt plug and dips in in the powder and pushes it right back into the teen. The teen gyrates letting them know that the tina is melting nicely. As soon as he stops squirming, Quinn removes the plug and puts in on the floor. He stares down at the boy before him. He tweaks his right nipple and then the left. Moans escape the boy. He rubs the boys balls and taint and more moans escape. Q: look at me baby boy. Look right back at me. Andy opens his eyes and stared back blankly and longingly. Andy’s eyes were black saucers. He knew Andy barely knew what his name was at the moment. He liked his boys fucked up. And they have done a marvelous job with him. Ivan came into the room with a bottle of something. He picked up the boy’s underwear and sprayed maximum impact into them, damping them. He shoves the underwear into the boy’s mouth. I: my turn to start. He lined up his dick. He spat on it and rubbed it over the head and pushed forward. It felt heavenly to Ivan. Almost no resistance at all. Muffled moans coming from the mouth full of underwear. Ivan pulled out and shoved his dick right back in. IN and OUT, IN and OUT. No problem whatsoever. Ivan’s dick felt like it was in the perfect ass. With every slap of Ivan’s balls against his body, the boy drew a large breath of maximum impact and was feeling like he was flying into the stratosphere. With the boy so open, Ivan was free to slam into him as hard as he wanted. In a normal situation, the boy would be screaming as he was being slammed in two. But right now, the little whore was moaning for more. No one could hear it but he was begging for more with every smash into this ass. Ivan slammed into the boy until his breathing became labored and ready to shoot his second load. He shot his warm jets of cum into the boy. Quinn and Klein unlocked the restraints and helped he boy out of the sling. They guided the boy to the neighboring bed setup. They threw him on the bed and maneuvered him into the fetal position. Quinn came up behind the boy’s ass and slide hid dick right in. he too felt the amazing feeling of no resistance. He pulled the boy’s legs over onto his shoulders. The bottoms was off in his own little land moaning like a whore in heat, while Quinn enjoyed his flexible body. Quinn reached down and jerked the teen off. Just enough to get the precum flowing. He licked the boys precum off of his fingers and enjoyed the sweet taste. Quinn fucked him in that position for a long while. When he was finally getting tired, he tagged out and Klein took his place. Quinn went and got a water and came back. Q: Hey get on your back. Play 42. Play 42. Hut Klein maneuvered himself on his back on the bed and the twink on him in riding position. Quinn pulled the underwear out of the twink’s mouth. He sprayed more maximum impact into the wet undies and pushed it back into his mouth. Klein the wrapped his arms around the twink and pulled him toward his chest. Before Quinn was his friend’s dick and the boy’s filled ass. The thought of what was coming made him extra hard. He spat on his dick and rubbed the spit on his head. Klein rubbed the teen’s nipples to get him to breath in hard twice. K: got him. Play 42. Play 42 Quinn lined his dick up at the teen’s filled hole. Q: Play 42. HIKE! Quinn pushed forward with all his might and his head popped into the expanding hole. Andy was making some kind of sound. Muffled cries/moans. Doesn’t matter. He couldn’t break free even if he was trying to. Quinn pushed forward and got half his dick inside. He reached underneath the boy and grabbed his dick and jerked it. The teen moaned but did not relax more. So Quinn reached further down and grabbed the boy’s balls and squeezed. This made him sharply inhale the max impact and Quinn pushed the rest of his dick inside. Quinn didn’t wait for the boy to get used to the new intrusion. He just started long dicking the boy. This proved too much feeling for Klein, who shot his load deep inside the boy. The warm cum provided all the lube Quinn needed. He was pounding the boy in no time. He wouldn’t even let up so his friend could move out the way. Quinn's balls slamming into Klein's softening dick. Quinn shot his load and both men pulled out of the used hole. They got up and left the boy on the bed, the moaning mess that he was. Without the men to attack his body, he started to play with his left nipple while fingering his own hole. I: Hey look the cumdump is trying to finger himself. K: Looks like he's trying to fist himself. I: well then, lets help the boy out. All three men laugh Ivan goes to the kitchen and brings back another bottle of yellow brown liquid. He pulls the underwear out of the teen's mouth and replaces it with the bottle of chem piss iced tea. the sweaty dehydrated boy drank down every drop. I: lets give him some time to charge up all that tina into his system Quinn pulls out a packed pipe and lights it up. The three men spend 15/20 minutes or so just joking around passing the pipe around. When they finally look over at the teen and think he is high enough, they compare hands. Ivan wins with the smallest hands. He lubes up his fingers on his right hand and pushes in 3 to start. The boy's hole easily accepts the 3 fingers. Ivan moves on to 4 fingers and gets a little resistance. I: fuck this waiting Ivan reaches into the tina bag with his left hand and pulls out the largest shard he can find and moves in to his right hand. he pushes it in with the right hand and feels the boy gyrate a bit while it melts. Once he calms down, he knows it's time. Ivan pushes the 4 fingers in and gets held up at the outer ring of his hole. Ivan wiggles his fingers inside the boy while jerking his dick with his left hand. The teen relaxes enough for 4 fingers to go in and out. Ivan adds the thumb and again gets held at the ring. Ivan pushed his head down and sucked up the teen's dick. After a few swirls around the dick head, the boy relaxed and Ivan unceremoniously pushed his fist inside. The teen was a drooling panting mess. The teen tried to scream for him to take it out (in his own way) but the horny high bottom could only grunt and moan. Ivan and the men were laughing their asses off as the man's wrist disappeared into the teen's hole. When Ivan grew tired, he switched out with Quinn. Since Quinn was the one with the connection to the teen, he felt responsible for helping him out. He jerked the teen off while fisting him past his wrist. If he wore a watch, the watch would now totally be engulfed by the teen's ass. Quinn picked up his rhythm with both wrists. In no time at all the teen was convulsing and moaning and shot 3 huge spurts of cum into the air. Quinn stopped a moment, letting the teen calm down a minute. Then out of nowhere, he started fisting him again with the same fury as before. Quinn just laughed. Klein eventually took his turn with his left hand. Quinn had taken so long that the teen was starting to come down off his high. But the men just laughed and kept on fisting. The teens moans were slowly sounding more like "No's" and "please's" The men standing around watching Klein fist the poor boy, they refilled the pipe and started taking hits. Took turns taking huge hits and shotgunning into the teen's mouth. The teen instinctively received the clouds blown into his mouth. When the guys finally finished having their fun, they were all exhausted. They walked the teen into the shower room and had him shower off. they returned him to the bed and restrained him to the bed. They were going to try and get some sleep. They told the boy to do the same. The men left some bareback gangbang porn on for him to watch and fall asleep to. They left him some more iced tea if he was thirsty. Andy drank a bottle, not remembering that it was chem piss. Once more he was blasted off. All he could do was play with his hole while the men slept it off. Andy began to cry to himself.

Part 2 Alan took a hard fuck for nearly ten minutes from this mega-hung stud. The two students were still at the urinals, wanking their hard cocks in awe that this lad, not much older than were they, was able to take such hard abuse. Eventually, the frenzied fucking climaxed when the hung guy dumped his load in the boy. I realised my opportunity, reached into my bag again and pulled out a bottle of cologne and gave my wrists a quick spritz. I had a wicked idea in mind, and so did the hung guy, who ordered Alan to "Clean my cummy cock, bitch,". Then I heard them moving around next door. Sneaking a peek, I saw the guy who had fucked Alan was now seated on the toilet, and Alan's face was buried in the crotch of the big dicked man. That left Alan's arse up in the air, the hole open slightly, two loads of fresh cum slowly trickling out, only to be soaked up by the fabric of his jock. A nice touch, I thought, and wondered if he'd been wearing the jack all day around the office. I made a mental note to look out for it in future. I unzipped, pulled-out my cock, and got into position behind Alan. While I couldn't compete for size with the monster that had just been up him, still I knew my cock head juts out from the shaft in a way most guys love when it's pounding them, so I squished it into his wet hole. Leaning forward, more shaft went in, and I held Alan's head so he wouldn't look around, and to give him a good chance to smell my freshly-applied cologne. As if he could smell anything through the poppers and the cock now pushing insistently past his tonsils. My hips started bucking. I thought about the girls in the office who batted their eyelashes at him, eyed his buttocks as he went to lunch and giggled to each other when he left the room. If they could see him now - so cock-crazed he hadn't realised the guy using his hole as a cum dump was the same guy who sat opposite him at work. No names, no faces, even. And no condoms: the boy wanted the load, and no giggly media studies graduate who worried about her pedicure was about to give him that. I didn't want to risk going for the long haul and being discovered. In addition, I figured Alan was more into the load than the fuck, so I didn't hold back from squirting my pent-up spunk into his arse. After I blew my load, I quickly nipped back to the other cubicle to wipe down with some toilet roll, rather than run the risk of being identified. A student, meanwhile, quickly took my place. I actually wondered if Alan had noticed the switch. The kid was huffing on the poppers so hard I thought it was a possibility - I hadn't made a big deal of cumming, and we were all moving as quietly as we could. Just then, the furtive atmosphere was broken by the crackle of a walkie talkie. Into the toilet walked a policeman in full gear. As he took in the room, everyone froze. He was heavy built, mid thirties, and bearded. He looked at me, then Alan, sandwiched between the hung guy and one of the students. "Ok," he said into his microphone, "I'm in the ******** park men's toilets. Nobody here." The policeman batted the student who was fucking Alan away, saying "Move out, son. I haven't long. I'm on duty." I watched the cop pull-out a thick cut cock with a heavy PA through the helmet, and heard Alan cry out as it went in deep. "This your boy?" the cop asked the man on the toilet. "Nah," said the hung man, "I just found him taking loads today. Gave him mine a minute ago. He's a good sucker, getting me ready to fuck one of those lads." The look on the students' faces was priceless: lust meets apprehension. The cop grunted, came, and pulled-out, ordering one of the students to "Clean this. I got to get back." The younger looking of the two students went down on his knees and quickly cleaned the cop's spunky cock. The first student got back inside Alan and pushed the cop's load deeper. t looked like he'd rather be there than have to take hung guy's cock for round two. The policeman left, saying, "You've got forty minutes until the next patrol, and they might not be as much fun as me." He left, and the other guys rearranged, so that hung guy was pushing the student who'd sucked the cop against a wall, trying to get his thick cock into a very tight hole. I stayed long enough to watch him get it in - with a lot of pushing, spit, and complaints from the kid. But if you don't want ten inches up the arse, don't flash it in a cottage, I guess. I was a bit disappointed that Alan didn't offer the kid the poppers: we might have to talk about him being a team player in his next skills review. Just as the cop's motorbike purred out of the car park, I stepped out into the fresh air. It was still pretty light, and I continued my walk home, thinking 'So, the new boy at work is a bareback bottom slut. This could be interesting'. I wondered if I could keep a straight face when I saw him the next morning. Then I wondered if he'd be walking straight after that massive cock. I also wondered if he'd recognise the smell of my cologne.

Every chance i get

For me, keeping the load inside of me as long as possible is never in question. Just today I hooked up with a top who chose to fuck me while on my stomach and shot a massive load deep in my ass, I saw the look of pleasure on his face when I left with his load inside me and that made me feel like a good sub bottom. Later he texted me to say it had been a good fuck and that he wanted to breed me again . My personal opinion is that not keeping the load inside is disrespect to the top.

I have started yng plus older brother later on

Nope. It never entered my mind to try anything at home (when I was living at my parents home). My dad would have beaten me to death, and resurrected me so he could do it again.

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

Drew’s Dad knew I was fucking his son. He’d hear us fucking when we stayed over. Gotta say I really enjoyed his Dad watching me shoot my load into his son’s mouth. As soon as I emptied my balls I stood up so he could see my hard cock still dripping seed. I told him Drew was a great little cocksucker and he should sit down on thee couch and drop his jeans and Drew would suck him dry. Drew was up for it but his dad was too shy to get his cock sucked in front of me.

Authors note: I appreciate the feedback, I really do. I also appreciate the back channel pep talks. Originally, The Marine and the Troll was going to be one part. I was concerned that the tragedies were not going to be tight enough and the sexual encounter inadequate. It seemed to be writing itself and I left the end open - when I saw some of the comments, I started on a part 2. I was annoyed at myself in that with multiple proofing’s typos still made it in the original. My only defense is that English was not my first language. I grew up speaking Hillbilly and was publicly educated. For input, I was going to solicit input as a reply to this main thread. As a fan of many genres, a fictional simile that comes to mind is the Big Bang Episode where Sheldon breaks his new in box toy and swaps it with Leonard’s duplicate toy. His ethical conscience is represented by a 6 inch Spock and his guilty conscience is represented by a Gorn. It illustrates my absurd fear of breaking the story and being double fisted by a live long and prosper Spock hand side by side with a Gorn claw. On the flip side, not continuing would be a surrender which is against my nature. So, if you want me to continue, it will cum.

Being a chubby guy slings make me pretty self-conscious, no way to hide anything. Although I did get into a sling at Slammer in the dark. Had a good time. Did HorseMarketLA last November, stayed away from the slings and enjoyed a nice bench ass up.

I am the opposite to most people, or at least, the opposite to what the moral majority expects: I cannot and do not have sex when I'm unhappy or something's missing in my life. Can't do it, even if I'm horny. It just doesn't work for me. So I know that the real psychological reasons for me being a total give-my-body-away-to-every-guy-who-wants-it cumdump must be something other than the usual expectations of trying to fill a gap. Here are some possibilities: 1. Sharing and Connection: Since I was 14, I have loved sharing my body with other men. I am in the lucky position that guys seem to find me attractive so why not? It's a beautiful way to connect, and despite what all religions say (aside from some versions of Hinduism), sexual pleasure is fun and it is good for you. How brilliant that I can get intimate with any man and make him cum, what a wonderful way to share experiences in this life. I love that I am like this: fuck me with a smile, fuck me and I'll give you a pleasureable moment. How fucking brilliant is that? 2. Rebellion: This one is about morality. I fucking hate morality, despise it. Much prefer ethics because there you have to actually think. I had my sexual awakening in the tail end of the HIV/AIDS crisis. What I remember is that gay men were dying everywhere and this was A GOOD THING! God's punishment against the homosexuals. Yay, another one dead. God Hates Fags etc. I imprinted on that, not with fear, but with rage. If that is what religious and social morality is in this world, then fuck off, I don't want any part of it. I walked away from it aged 14, within months of realising I was gay, and the day I lost my virginity age 14 was a fantastic, deeply vindicating moment. 3. Natural Submission: Which brings me to this. The guy I lost my virginty to aged 14 was in his mid-20s, and not long after he introduced me to his friends, and I was fucked by them as well. I loved it, and he drew something out of me that he knew existed already within me - a natural and deep-seated desire to be submissive during sex. I am so grateful for everything he and his friends taught me. I am still submissive during sex to this day. It is so authentic for me to bow down and follow another man's desires, whether that be in the sweet intimacies of a relationship, or the lustful advances of a guy in the street who just wants to get off. I submit to that, and I love it. 4. ADHD and the world: I will admit, having ADHD means that engaging with the world is sometimes exhausting. Social interactions after a while I just tune out.Blah blah blah too noisy, whatever, need silence now. But with sex, that wordless connection... I'm never exhausted by it. It can be just a quick fuck, or it can be an important way that I get to know you, or a part of you - even if for 15 minutes - to be connected with you. I often feel more connected with a guy from a 15minute anonymous fuck and his cum in my ass than I might do talking to someone for an hour or more. I swear that I have loved every man who has ever fucked me, whether a quick cumshot or a lifelong relationship. I have loved all of you ❤️ 5. Boundary Breaking Thrill: This one isn;t about lust, but yeah... maybe another side of ADHD. I love doing things that make me feel unbounded. Fuck me in a car park in the city centre in the middle of the day. Fuck me during an art gallery event opening. Let me drink your piss in this cruising area in the warm spring sunshine. Film me getting fucked and put it online. I love doing crazy things that afterwards, makes me laugh. Sure there's the horny thrill of it, but afterwards I'm chuckling to myself. Like sometimes wow what the fuck was that, or boy you are fucking deranged. I love those moments, and I'm always chasing them. Being a cumdump? The ultimate boundary-breaking behaviour I think. Normalising being a total cumdump as a core part of your fuck-me-anywhere personality? Beyond even that ultimate. I love it. It makes me laugh out loud, and that for me is what life should be: laughter, joy, pleasure, experiences, breaking-out-of-the-norms. Fuck me ha ha fuck me good and hard *chuckle*chuckle* cum in me yes cum in me ha ha ha! 🤣🤣🤣 It's beautiful.

I cleaned myself up the best I could, Harold filled me up with such a big load I was freaked out but now more turned on by the feeling of his cum in my ass and I didn’t let any of it out since that was what he wanted. I sure didn’t want to upset him, he had the picture of me in his bathroom and I sure didn’t want anyone else to know about this so I had to keep Harold happy. Making him feel good and letting him fuck me was really hot, and thinking about how it all played out and replaying it over in my head had started to get me horny again. I wanted to be safe, but I enjoyed making men happy. I liked having Frank’s and Harold’s cum in my ass, it meant I pleasured them and made them feel good enough to dump their load inside of me. I just wanted to make them feel good and make them cum, without having to get their load inside of me so I could be safe but… I am glad they liked fucking me. This just cannot happen again, I need to be more careful when playing with guys… I gathered myself after a bit of daydreaming and got out of the bathroom. Vivian asked me questions until I had to excuse myself from how uneasy I felt trying to pretend I was sick but Harold gave me a knowing smile when I excused myself to the guest bedroom. My parents finally came back from their own party they attended, they talked to me when they were done speaking to our hosts and I reiterated what was said about my “sickness” and how I may have had a bit too much to drink but I was fine, I enjoyed myself and made random comments about the shed party, trying my best to cover the fact I spent about half of my night getting stuffed with cock from friends of the family. After everyone went to bed, I remembered hearing Harold saying to my dad that a couple of the guys were left up in the shed still, dad had made a remark about not being as young as he used to be and told Harold he was going to go to bed but for them to enjoy and have another drink for him! Harold excused himself from the house when Vivian bid him goodnight, and he told her he would be quiet when he came in as to not wake anyone. I thought nothing of it until I was just drifting off to sleep, it must have been close to 4 am when I was immediately awoke by someone shaking me by the shoulder with one hand gently and grabbing my ass with the other. Me: huh, what’s going on? Harold: Ssssshhhh! You don’t want to wake anyone up do you? Keep quiet, get your clothes and shoes on and come with me. Puzzled, I wasn’t sure what was going on but did as he asked and followed him out of the house, and back up towards the shed. Me: why did you wake me up? where are we going? Harold: Back to the shed boy… I have a couple friends who want to meet you. Me: What? Please tell me this isn’t going to be some kind of twisted trick being played on me… Harold: Not at all, judging by how much you like cock this should be fun for you. Don’t make a scene, and do not disappoint me. Anything I ask you to do you do. Understand me? I will not ask you to do anything that you do not want to do, but be sure you follow my orders and everything will be ok. Me: What do you have planned? Harold: You will see boy. I hope your hole still has my cum in there. You keep it all in for me like I asked? Me: Yes… a bit leaked out but I held the rest in my ass… why? Harold: Excellent, a bit is not a big deal… that is necessary for what I have planned. We approached the shed doors, it was quiet now and the music was off. The lights were still on though and I could faintly hear voices inside. Harold opened up the door and stepped in, I followed behind and realized that the place was mostly empty now, with only a few guys sitting around a table talking and having drinks. Right away I recognized 2 of the guys, there were three men sitting by a round table and one was Frank! My face flushed as I made eye contact with him, and he smirked at me. The guy sitting next to him was one of the men he was with earlier, named Brett. The last man sitting down looked like a mountain of a man, he was huge with a big grey beard and a big round belly. He looked taller then everyone in the room, even when he was sitting down! He smiled warmly at me and I realized that all eyes were now on me, Harold had brought me in front of these men and I stood before them feeling like a piece of meat. Frank: If it isn’t the chubby little slut! Brett: Hey, be nice to the entertainment. Me: umm, what is all this? Harold: You have met Brett and Frank before, this right here is Lionel. He isn’t married like the two boys over here, but he is a bit older like myself and enjoys a nice hole to breed as well heheh. Lionel: Hello young fellow. My goodness you are quite cute, how about sitting in daddies lap for a while? He sounded so sincere and warm, but when he spread his legs a massive bulging imprint of his cock was visibly outlined in his trousers and despite him being overweight this was still clearly visible, the sight made my face flush even more. Frank: Hell no, we got interrupted a few times and I had him first. I want a go at him again so I can fuck him properly! Brett: The fuck are you talking about, I never even had a crack at him yet and you want em again ya greedy bastard? The men were starting to argue over me like I wasn’t even there, it was really quite odd being fought over like this, I assumed straight guys fought over women like this but it was turning me on just hearing how much they all seemed to want me! I felt like I should have a say in who does what to me, but before I could even advocate for myself Harold spoke up: Harold: Boys! Boys! Everyone is going to get a turn, so no fighting. First things first, Zack is going to come to me, you all can take your pants off so we can get started. Me: wait, what’s happening? Harold: remember what I said about earlier boy? Me: ….yes sir. Harold: Excellent, now be a good slut and come here, lose your pants and bend over, ass facing the boys at the table. I wasn’t sure what was going on exactly but I had a good idea at this point, they were all horny to fuck my fat ass. I just wasn’t sure how this was going to happen yet but I told myself to go with it. At this point, Harold has things in store for me and I have to go along with it if I want to keep myself from getting onto more trouble with my folks or others finding out. I took my pants off and slowly walked over to him, looking over at the table I noticed the guys were all now sitting facing me with their cocks out. Frank was hard already and Brett was soft but had a big smile on his face. Lionel had his cock completely soft as well but it looked much thicker then Brett’s, it looked like a beer can when it was soft. Lionel was cut, unlike everyone else in the room who were uncut, but so far he looked like he had the biggest hog in the room. Harold: Alright, pregame before the main event! As you all know, I fucked this slut before I brought him up here and now you get to see just how much he can take. Zack, bend over and push your ass out and spread your hole open. Show the guys just how sloppy I made you hehe. Me: like… this? I was still a little embarrassed by the blatant sexual show I was putting on display but did as I was told, facing the wall and my ass pointed at the men in the room, I was bent over with my hole now spread wide and I could feel my sphincter opening up a bit from all the fucking earlier. I could only imagine how lewd my butthole looked now. They were all talking about me, all four men ranting and raving about my ass, calling my hole a pussy, and eyeing me bent over like a true whore for them really had me feeling hot and bothered now. Harold: This faggot can take a dick better then most women! Isn’t that right boy? Without giving me time to answer he smacked my ass HARD, so hard that I yelped in surprise from the sudden slap. He did it again and on the second hit he spanked the other ass cheek, getting a moan out of me this time that seemed to cause a stir in the men behind me. Harold: keep that ass hiked up and spread open boy. You guys like the view right? Well it gets even better… watch this. He maneuvered around behind me so I could no longer see what he was doing. For a moment everything was quiet, then I heard a snicker from someone and Harold roughly shoved what felt like his cock into my ass! It was a bit dry on the outside of my hole, so it almost felt like his cock tore my anus when he pushed into me! As soon as he got inside I could feel the cum that was left in my ass squishing around the head of his cock as he pushed in a bit deeper and i moaned again, this time from the sensation of being penetrated once more. I barely had the time to get used to the feeling, as soon as he had put his cock in me he pulled it back out and when it came out, a flood of cum came with it followed by nasty sloppy noises my anus was making from the sheer amount of jizz being ejected from my back passage! Me: A-ahh! Nooo… I was truly embarrassed. My hole was farting cum out, a small river of ejaculate was squirting out of my asshole while 4 men watched in excitement and I felt my face burning hot from the lewd show. Brett: Fuck dude, you dumped a lot in him didn’t ya? Frank: That’s probably some of my kids too hahaha! Jizz splattered all over the floor of the shed, pure white cum was pouring out of me and making a mess on the floor that went largely ignored by everyone, all eyes were latched to my asshole on full display. Just feeling all that cum leaving my body, its silky wetness sliding out of my hole after it was pumped hotly up my chute… I was becoming very turned on by the feeling of it. Harold: Now that you all seen how much he can handle, I don’t want anyone fighting. We are going to share this slutty faggot ass and he is going to do whatever we want and make us all feel good. Isn’t that right buddy? Me: Yes… use me for your pleasure… Harold: Atta boy! Now I think we should start with something fun like musical chairs but with our dick instead of a chair! When I turn off the music, whoever the slut is closest too gets to grab him and pull his ass down on their cock hehe… Lionel: Music thumping at this hour might wake someone or the neighbors… or worse Vivian. Harold: Oh don’t be a spoiled sport Lionel. I’ll turn it down low for us. Frank: We don’t need music do we? I’ll tell him when to sit and when to stand again… Brett: Yeah yeah, good idea. With you in charge no one else will get a turn! They were fighting again. Over who got entrance to my ass. I didn’t think I was ever going to get used to this… I figured at least I could try and help make the situation less difficult for them if I made the decision for them. Me: Hey guys? Look, I don’t care who goes first or last. I do however want to make you all happy… how about we do something fair, everyone picks a toothpick or a straw from the mini bar and whoever gets the longest one gets to go first? I think even Harold was taken aback by me speaking up, every man in the room turned to me and for a split second nobody spoke. Then the calmest one in the room spoke up first: Lionel: I think the boy has a great point. Brett, you’re younger then us. Grab the straws over by the beer cooler and bring em here. Harold: Yeah, good idea Zack. So your good for something else besides warming my cock. He winked at me when he said that. I was starting to really feel like as much as they ribbed me, these men enjoyed my company and were a bit rugged around the edge but just wanted to get off and a nice gay boy like me who really liked making others happy was much better then any women who played hard to get with them. Brett: Ok ya dogs, everyone pick at the same time. On the count of three and then straighten them out on the table so we can see who’s is the longest. The guys counted down, and all pulled straws. Frank got the longest and of course rubbed it in Brett’s face as long as possible before he almost hot a beat down for the arrogant behavior. Brett was the next in line of length, so he went second and Lionel was in last place. Out of all the men, Lionel seemed the most content with his placement and I could tell, he locked eyes with me while frank and harold were talking with brett and I could feel the passion in his eyesight, this man wanted me possessively. Paying attention to the rest of the guys, Harold was barking out rules while the guys were getting their cocks hard and eyeing me up: Harold: Here’s how this is gonna work. No fucking with the faggot or who is fucking him unless your invited to assist. Don’t interrupt the action until it is your turn, everyone gets one and gets to enjoy the fag until they cum in him. When everyone gets a turn each if you want another one go, ask the whore personally. Until everyone is done, nobody leaves. I don’t want someone waking up viv or the neighbors while we are still getting our rocks off. Any questions? Nobody spoke up, they all seemed eager to get this underway and frank was already eye fucking me from 6 feet away. I knew this was my only chance to advocate for myself to play safely since I wasn’t able to before but I wanted to be as safe as possible so I took my chance. Me: I have just one question. Can you guys use a condom? I haven’t been as safe as I wanted to be earlier so it would make me feel better if we could… use protection. Please? Harold: Hahahahaha! You want us to use condoms? The shed erupted into laughter, only Lionel chuckled to himself but the rest were in hysterics at my words. Frank: You were lucky you got me to use one earlier. What do you think this is anyway? Harold: Take it easy frank. All of the men here are married besides Lionel so we know we are safe enough for ya boy… at least I think so. Lionel, how long has it been since you last gave anyone a good time? Lionel was quiet for a brief moment, brett was looking at him impatiently like he was sick of everything and just wanted to get off, I could see the look he was giving the other man across from him. Lionel: It’s been a few years for sure. I used to have quite a few good times with younger boys like himself and with a couple women as well but I always liked fucking boys. They are eager to take my cock and they can’t get pregnant. Most of them don’t ask for a rubber… so I never used them. The few that did ask ended up taking my raw cock at some point… but has been a while indeed. Brett: so you never used condoms at all? Lionel: not once in my life. Me: really?! How many people have you had sex with over the years? Frank: It don’t matter, it’s not like the old fart knows his status anyway, I doubt he has ever been tested for anything! The sound of that was ringing off alarm bells in my head. If he was never tested, how could he know if he was safe or not? He could have something and never know it, passing it along to everyone else he fucks! Lionel: no I was never tested at all… never had any health problems that got me going to get a check up either. So there’s nothing to worry about. As he said that last sentence he looked at me, giving me that warm smile again that made my hole twitch and my cock jump. Harold: See, nothing to worry about. Me: I would feel a lot less nervous about this if I had protection… maybe I could give you guys a blow job instead? That is a bit safer right? Harold: Remember what I told you earlier? Me: yes sir… please… I want to but… Harold: hmph… I thought you might say something like this. So I came prepared. He pulled out a already opened box of condoms, it was a small box and it looked like a brand name I had never seen before. Was this a package of cheap condoms? Harold: I grabbed them earlier. These have been lying around so long who knows if they will hold up? That’s all we got though, so guess what that means? It means your fat ass is going to go over there, put a condom on frank’s cock and your going to sit on it and make him cum. Don’t make me tell you twice, or the condom is optional for him if I have to tell you again. Frank: You heard the man, come here bitch! Harold extended his arm and I took a condom from the box, opened it up and slid it down the shaft of frank’s uncut cock. It mostly fit, but felt like it was something made from the dollar store. Me: Ok, you’re good. Im ready. I turned my back to him so he was facing my ass and braced myself, leaning on the table and jutting my ass out for him so he had better access to my hole and lowered myself down. Frank: Fuck yeah Zack, that’s it. He cooed sweet nothings at me while I started riding his dick and the guys were all idly chatting about the scandalous act before them, stroking but mostly watching us fuck and waiting their turns. His cock wrapped in a condom still felt really good in me and I was starting to really get into it, bouncing away and moaning a bit on each deep thrust before frank looked over at brett and they both smirked at one another, like they had just told each other a sick joke without using words. I was clearly not in on it, as I had no idea what they were planning and while I was sliding my ass back up off frank’s cock, he pushed me slightly but just enough that I almost fell onto the table, when I did his cock popped out of me and I heard Harold laugh. Brett gave Frank a knowing look while I tried to steady myself from the sudden force that caused his penis to exit my body. Harold: Don’t be too rough with him, I don’t want you guys to break anything and I like that table! Frank: The fat slut lost his balance, that’s all. Get your ass back here. He grabbed my hips with one hand and his dick with the other. He didn’t pull me down into his lap right away and when he finally did, I felt his engorged dickhead push me wide open again. Almost immediately I felt what seemed like a snap inside of me, almost like the flick of a rubber band but not too painful. Just enough that I noticed, and when that happened frank took his hand off the shaft of his cock and repositioned it at the other side of my hips before roughly pulling me down onto his lap, fully impaled on his stiff pole. Me: Oh fuck! Brett: The dumb slut seems to be enjoying you stretching his ass out. Frank: Urgh yea, nice and warm and wet inside. Im going to fill him up. I felt his rhythm start to stutter, the occasional growl coming from him as my now loose and sloppy ass clung to his dick on each outward stroke. He was fucking destroying my boy hole but was slowing down for a minute as he caught his breath, and leaned in close to my head before speaking again: Frank: You like me working it nice and deep in you? You already had my cock filling that hungry pussy of yours earlier and my load of cum up inside ya… Tell me how much you love it. Me: Fuck… I want your cock in me, I want to feel you rearrange my guts before you flood the condom in my ass. I was really starting to love the feeling, it felt much better now for some reason after the snapping sensation I felt when frank pushed back in and I started riding him like a bitch in heat trying to milk a load out of his fat nuts. Frank seemed like he was getting ready to cum any second, his grip on my hips was starting to hurt a bit from how rough he was getting. Frank: Your gonna let us fucking nut in that hole, aren’t you boy? Gonna let my buddy shoot his load in your boy cunt too? He grunted and growled while pulling me up and down on his fat rod, an evil grin spreading across his face as he exchanged glances with Harold and the others. I could tell this was getting him off so I responded in a way I thought he wanted to hear me talk back: Me: Yes sir… Oh…. Fuck, please… I moaned, enjoying the ride as I felt his cock swelling larger in my ass making my cock throb as it bounced with me in his lap. Frank: Here it… comes! Take my load you fucking slut!!! Suddenly I felt my ass get slicker as his dick began to shoot deep in my ass, as he pulled my ass tightly against his groin I felt his cock pulsing deeply, driving me over the edge as I shot my load from the sensation in my tender hole. He started rubbing his hand in my cum before moving his fingers to my mouth, still coming down from the haze of my release, I accepted them and sucked my load off his long fingers, watching the guys reactions as he slowly twitched inside my ass. Brett: Fuck that was hot! Harold: Good boy, that’s one down. Lionel: That made me good and hard! Fuck I enjoyed the show so much… I cannot wait to be a part of it myself. He wasn’t lying! As I started to pull myself off of Frank’s uncut man meat, I looked over to see Lionel hard for the first time tonight, and I was in shock! He was hung like an elephant, the guy had a mammoth sized cock that looked unreasonable to be a penis on just any man. He was not just any man however, he was a massive man himself… but just seeing that enormous tool made me nervous for what was to come, thankfully a few of the guys would help open me up for him first since he was going last. Frank’s dick Finally came free with a loud “PLOP” followed by a torrent of cum, which startled me at first until I looked down and noticed the condom was broken, and bunched up at the base of what was just inside me. I looked back up at frank to see him grinning at me like he just won a gold medal for breeding my ass! Me: What the fuck? It broke? Frank: Yeahh that tends to happen with old condoms. Oh well. Too bad hehe. While I stood there in disbelief, my ass still dripping cum down my thighs and onto the floor, Brett grabbed me by the waist and maneuvered me in front of him, my vulnerable ass now hovering over his stiff prick. Brett: Now it’s my turn, have a seat buddy and let me feel that faggot pussy. Me: Oh fuck, please use a condom sir! Brett: Hahaha you still want one? Ok. I’ll give you one. He yelled to Harold, who threw him a new condom from the box and while I turned and watched, he rolled the condom on the head of his cock, then stopped. Brett: You know what guys? I think this is good enough protection for him right? He pulled me down onto his dick and before I could protest I felt the condom covered head slide up me in a rush, the rest of his smaller but still sizable cock filling me up quickly as my butt pressed against his pelvis. I moaned out involuntarily while he was balls deep inside me, but tried to talk him into being reasonable, there was no way the condom would stay on like that! Me: Hey, if you are going to fuck me like that, I don’t think the condom is going to stay on… can we pull out and try putting it on all the way? Brett: What do you mean? You wanted me to use a condom, and im using one! It’s on right now, and you got what you wanted so be happy and take it bitch! Me: B-but what if it comes off inside of me? Brett: You better hope your cunt don’t squeeze it off my cock before I cum then! He pulled himself up and off the chair while still managing to stay inside me and pressed hard on my back to force me bent over the table, and then started to pound away. He was quick and forceful with his thrusts, if he was any bigger his cock would have really hurt me! He didn’t waste any time and I could almost feel the condom on his cock for a minute but then he started to fully pull out and plunge back in. After a while of him doing this on one in stroke, he pushed in and I felt the condom slip off his cock while it was inside of me and when he pulled out again, this time there was no condom on his cock at all but he stabbed back into me and pumped a few times, then with a final grunt he came inside of me keep his cock as deep as he could get it in my hole. He didn’t reach as deep as the other guys before him but I still felt his meat twitching and bouncing away. Brett pulled out quickly, the abruptness making me gasp and I realized when I felt my wet sticky hole that I had once again been bred full of another mans cum without my consent. Lionel: Would you look at that. What a beautiful anus that young man has! Brett: Woo boy I needed that. Can’t say I cared too much for the rubber tho, good riddance. You hold onto it for safe keeping eh? Condoms make sure your protected after all! The room erupted into laughter again at my expense, and I was now naked, leaking jizz and had a condom inside of me. I felt like such a cheap whore more then ever. I stayed bent over there for a second as the gravity of the situation finally set in. Frank: You good there buddy? I think ya broke him Brett, he ain’t moving or saying anything. Brett: I don’t care, it feels like I shot a fucking gallon of cum in there. Ain’t no bitch put out like that here in a long time for me. Harold: I know what will help set him right. He just needs a familiar man in him to help him feel better, all that dick and cum is messing with his head. Harold stepped over closer to me, and while I was still bent over the table I reached back towards my ass trying to see if I could feel the condom brett had on when he first pushed his cock into my ass. Me: umm, I can’t feel anything inside except for cum… Harold: It’s probably in there a bit further, don’t freak out and let me see. Lionel was idly stroking himself while staring at me like a grizzly bear staring at it’s prey. It got me more hot and bothered just looking at him, and i tried to gather my thoughts but I was turned on despite cumming already once, and my brain felt fuzzy like the rest of my body after being pounded like that. I couldn’t really focus on anything but all I could think about was the cocks in the room and the cum in my hole, which until tonight was safe only… What was really making my head swirl was that every time I asked for a man to use a condom tonight, they either treated it like it wasn’t important or completely ignored me. Was I meant to be used like this? A total and complete cumslut for these older men to dump their pent up loads in whenever they pleased? Harold: Push your arsehole out for me, like your tying to take a dump. Maybe the darn thing will come out then. I did as he asked, but besides some anal queefing and a lot of cum squirting out of my used anus, the rubber never made it’s exit from my ass. The noises from my hole got a lot of attention from the guys however and after me trying a few times unsuccessfully at getting anything solid to come out, Harold abruptly stuffed 3 fingers in my ass making me squirm. I suppressed a moan the best I could while he pushed in deeper and then laughed, he managed to fish out the condom and held it up to show me. Harold: Found it, Brett ya little fucker, you could have just taken it off! Frank: Where’s the fun in that? I would have left it up there to see if it helps protect him… Hahaha! Brett: He wanted me to use a condom so I did what he asked right? No harm no foul, if you kept it up his sloppy asshole it might keep him safe all night, you picking up what im putting down? Me: I’m pretty sure that’s not how condoms work… Lionel: We need to keep the boy safe… we sure don’t want him to catch anything… heheh. That didn’t sound ominous at all. Who am I kidding? None of them seemed like they had good intentions. But what choice did I have? Besides, I was really starting to like being a fuck toy for some older gentleman, even if they were pushing my boundaries and my safety as well… it was all so hot and I never had gotten attention like this before by so many guys at once that I was in a bit of a lust drunken haze from how much these men wanted me. Harold: You know what, you guys just might be on to something. Here fag, hold this. With no warning or without him giving me a chance to even reach back for what he was going to give me, I felt him shove what felt like three fingers and something very slimy and wet up my ass in such a rush I didn’t have the time to properly register it. Harold stood up, smacked my ass cheeks a couple of times with his hefty log of a cock then pushed his dick in me all the way to the base. Me: UNnnHhh! F-fuck me… Harold: That’s exactly what im doing. Brett: We seriously hit the fucking jackpot with this perverted pig, look at him taking your old musty cock up his ass! I’m surprised he likes that ol thing hahah! Harold: This “old musty” dick of mine has been in so many holes your mother wouldn’t want you hanging around me Brett… now fuck off before I tell your wife your banging boys when she doesn’t put out. Lionel: Gotcha there heh. Harold was talking back and forth with the guys while he pumped my ass, I could once again feel a huge cock bumping into my second ring and pushing past it. All the pounding was making my ass jiggle and bounce away through the conversation and I held on the best I could. Frank: Did you manage to get that condom back up in him? Harold: It’s so deep In him now it’s probably gone, my dick reaches much further then brett’s little wiener does. Come see for yourself. Brett whined something pitiful while frank stood up as Harold pulled his cock out, making my hole gape open now slightly it wasn’t completely closing. Me: What do you mean it’s gone? Letting out a surprised laugh, Brett walked up to my ass, sticking a finger in it and feeling the load inside it. Frank: Brett took a load off in there for sure, but I can’t feel anything else. It’s in there deep. Harold: It’s gone means that it is now so far up your slutty hole that it won’t come out for a while but this way we can still use a condom on ya heheh. Harold resumed what he was doing to my backside, pushing into my open anus again and fucking it with vigorous thrusts while everyone watched and frank stood next to us. I groaned, feeling Harold fucking my ass hard, harder then before and feeling Harold’s bigger balls slapping against my ass with each hard slam, his longer and fatter cock gliding easily in my cum filled guts making squishing wet noises with each thrust. Turning my head, I grabbed Frank’s cock in my hand before shoving it in my mouth, i was so horny I just didn’t care, i wanted more. Frank: Yeahh boy, taste your hole on my dick… The room was filled with grunts and moaning while 2 men used both of my holes and the other 2 looked on in lust and amusement. Harold: I’m getting close boy, you want me to paint your insides white? Ready to be pushing my cum out all fuckin week? I wasn’t able to respond with franks cock in my mouth, but where I was I was unable to get away from either of them being stuck between two big dicks and all I could do was try and pull off frank so I could tell him to cum outside of me, I didn’t need more cum in me! Harold’s thrusts became more animalistic and I could feel his cock become more engorged in my asshole and his very meaty, mushroom cockhead was pushing into the entrance of my colon going so fucking deep it was making my body squirm with delight from the amazing sensations, my body betrayed me and pushed back on his dick now even though I wanted him to pull out. Harold: Here it comes… Frank: Ah fuck, I’m going to… With that, both of the guys inside of me ejaculated at nearly the same time, frank down my throat and harold deep up my ass. Yet ANOTHER cum load is out of the tip of his cock and into my hole. Free flowing towards the lining of my rectum. Splat, and it all hits me... the wave of jizz is now mine and no longer just a theory it is in my ass. I couldn’t stop it now.. The tops continue to spasm and shoot parts of their load into me. Harold’s continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down my hole, increasing the points of contact so the load has more opportunities to try and knock me up. All I could picture in this moment was 500,000,000 of his little baby makers having the swim of their lives deep into my ass cunt. They wouldn’t get me pregnant, I was just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked and no longer thinking too much about the consequences of all the cum I was getting in my submissive bottom tonight. I was fully enjoying this feeling now and my brain was starting to shut down the department that was sounding the alarm bells. Harold pulled out of me, his deflating dick followed by torrents of jizz from multiple men. The guys joked about me being a slut and I felt myself completely mentally check out. I was done fighting and just resigned myself to enjoy the sensations of being used… and for the rest of the night I was. Until the early hours of the morning I was passed around more, Lionel got his turn with me but for some reason refused to cum in my hole. He kept saying something about wanting to fill me when I was “ready to be his”. The rest of the guys fucked me and bred me again at least another time each and I was sent off to bed with my hole very loose and very full, and a reminder that I would keep this to myself and not tell anyone. The next morning, I pushed out what felt like a gallon of cum and the discarded condom from the night before, it was a morbid reminder of the night I had: I had a lot of fun but it was freaky getting fucked full of cum by so many men and taking their bare cock without knowing if I would be safe or not. I vowed that would be the last time I did that, but in the back if my mind I knew how much I enjoyed the feeling of a bare cock in my hole, pumping cum up my ass. I was hooked and even if I didn’t realize it yet, I was going to do it again. After a long uneventful day of me having the house to myself and playing with my hole while I was left alone for part of the afternoon, adults came home and my father approached me and told me that his friend was having a party at the bar he owned that was on the other end of town. It was an old school that was turned into a bar, and also was renovated to have hotel rooms for when people were too drunk to leave they just got a room for the night. It was a nice spot but by the sounds of it we were going to a crowded bar tonight and i hoped this was going to be a more normal night I could relax and enjoy…

How I prefer it

One of the games Vince and I sometimes play in the backrooms is pretty sick, I suppose, but it’s our favourite. Now, Vince has been poz for years, and I’ve no idea what I am, but we look for some guy we both like and get him worked up enough to talk a bit dirty and play around. Vince is good for this because he’s got a bloody big cock and a good body, and he can get his great dong up, too. He’s got this technique of jamming it up against our playmate's arsehole until the guy either give in or makes his escape. To play the game we have to get the guy worked up enough to want to fuck like hell and so I have him slurping at my dick, bent down between us and everything, and when he's in position, the trick is to get the guy's trousers down round his ankles and his arse forced-up against Vince’s crotch and, of course, Vince's monster cock. And that’s when I’ll bend down and ask the chappie if he’s enjoying my cock riding in his throat and does he want to play a little game? We call it dareback. When it works, his head will bob up through the cloud of poppers we keep him breathing in and he’ll nod or croak ‘yes’ or something and then I tell him what we want to do to him and he gets his chance to back out. I tell him the huge fucker behind him, grasping his hips and waiting to split his arse wide open, is poz, that he never uses rubbers but loves creaming arseholes. Vince usually primes the hole with lube round now, spreading it round with his cock head. I’ll press my mouth against our playmate’s sweaty ear and tell him I’m going to fuck his throat and his job is to blow my cock like his life really did depend on it. The guy usually starts sucking me harder right away, then, but I draw out a bit and tell him, crushing the poppers back against his sticky nose, that to make sure he does it just right my mate’s going to raw-fuck his hole while I fuck his throat and he damn well better make sure that I cum first because that’s the only way Vince is going to slop that cock out of that hole without cumming his poz-load inside. I’ll squeeze the poppers tighter into his nose as he tries to think. Some break away, and no hard feelings, but a lot don’t by then though, even the guys who let go of my prick long enough to whine that they don’t know because they’re neg. Those are the best, frankly, the negs, and the ones who most often win because I get so excited I shoot my wad down their furiously sucking throats in no time. Some lose, though, and get a gutful of Vince’s sickload instead, but what the fuck? – the guy got his chance. Still, sometimes it’s touch and go. There was one youngster too stoned or too randy to think straight just the other night. The game was on. We’d had the pratting about with his doubts and the fact that he was neg and I knew Vince’s balls were bursting at the thought of the firm little rump that fitted in his two hands and pressed against his dick. Facing him over the kid’s half-uncovered back I looked at him and he smiled, begging me to let him at that healthy arse. He’d already lubed the hole and was rubbing his great tool up and down, up and down, against the wet, pale skin. Fact was, though, I’d cum about ten minutes before and at my age I need more of a rest. But Vince is my best mate, right? So, I slip my spongy cock into the lips and through the young kid’s mouth which starts pounding away to get me off asap and literally save his arse. This half blocked the scream he gave as a whooping Vince rolled back his foreskin and ploughed his dripping great wanger into the arsehole at last and began hammering so damned hard I had to brace, bumping against a busy couple behind us in the dark. Fucking cruel, Vince can be. I thought the boy might have picked up the smell of the arse I’d poked when I’d cum, or at least the sticky residue left over from my load, but then again the poppers that I kept glued to his heaving nostrils probably wiped out any chance of that. My knob did respond to the bucking, sucking mouth. The little feller was good. But I’d known from the start he’d lost this one. And sure enough I soon heard Vince sigh and grunt a bit, and glancing up I saw him close his eyes, shake his head and grin at me as he slouched forward, gasping, banging his hips solidly against the arsecheeks and then standing stock still, and I knew that a full pozload had been pumped deep into that slimy hole for the first time. It was all up. Too late for our little volunteer, I realised, and slipped my semi-boner out of the clinging, desperately sucking mouth. We left him reeling a bit and whipped our trousers up. I patted the stunned creature on the head but we were out of there before he could say much. But Christ did I beat off when we got home.