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Origins pt. 1 "Can you believe that? My dad being gay?" My best friend Kimmy confess. "I never understood why they got divorced, but are still friendly. That makes perfect sense." I try to contain my hopeful excitement, "Well...your moving out this week, and your mom has been seen around town with her new boyfriend a lot lately. Especially so close to the divorce. They knew for a while and maybe they were just waiting for you to finish high school?" Mr. Martin was super sexy, in his late 40s. He's been working out a lot more than he did when we were growing up. He still has bit of a dad-bod but as I've been hanging out at their pool the past couple of years, I've noticed a bit of a change in his body. Less soft than it once was from his desk job, to more muscular arms, thighs, and chest. "Your my token gay friend, why didn't you notice? Your gaydar broken? Or are you the one that turned him?" She teases me. "I totally didn't see it until now. He was always super manly. I only know they gay kids in our school as reference, or tv. Maybe it was optimistically cautious. And trust me if your dad was fucking me I'd be living here a lot more that I do." I retort. "I hope he's a top. I can't imagine him taking a big cock!" "I hope he's a power top." She smack my arm. "I have to go into work tomorrow for a double shift, you can still hang out here until whenever if you wish. Just don't let the neighbors hear you getting fucked by my dad. I don't want to be called a madam for bringing sluts for him to fuck." She jokes. We continue talking and dreaming about college life before we fall asleep. Thoughts of her dad running through my head. Thoughts of the guys in the city my college is in and all the possibilities for me. The art scene, culture, and hope for my future race through my head as well. Only a few days left in the bum-fuck of a Georgia town. I get up to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off. On my way I hear moaning and smacks coming from Mr. Martin's office. I peek in through the crack of the unshut door. I see him on his couch, naked from what I can tell, is right arm and shoulder moving a lot. His left hand I see a picture of me in my speedo from spring break at their pool on his phone. I hear moaning from the TV and glance into the mirror to see a beefy older man fucking a twink that looked a lot like me. "Goddamn Alex. Your virgin hole feels so good around my cock." Shit he's jerking off thinking about fucking me. I run down the hall back to Kimmy's room. Fuck fuck fuck....

Three loads last night from a three anon guys. They just opened a part of the Blue Ridge Parkway a couple weeks ago that had been shutdown since the hurricane. It's a known cruising area and one I've been bred at numerous times. The first guy followed me from the parking lot up one of the trails, probably in his forties, beefy dad type with a beard. We go to the old spot and I drop to my knees and take his short cock in my mouth before he tells me he wants to fuck my hole. I drop my shorts and he pulls my plug out and puts it in my mouth. He shoves into me a within 5 minutes he's loading me. I didn't notice the other two show up and as soon as the first guy is done, a fat cock with a very nice upward curve is in me going to town. He thanked the guy for lubing my snatch for him. He rails me for a couple of minutes then cums on my back with the last few spurts back in my hole as he softens. He smacks my ass and leaves. I don't get much of a look at him. The third guy is a biker type with jeans a motorcycle vest and a couple of military (marine I think) patches. He has full sleeve tattoos on both arms. Probably pushing 50 plus, skinny but fit. He pulls out his cock which is long but average girth. He has a huge PA and several other piercings down the shaft and a metal cock ring and another ring above his huge balls. "You want this?" He asked me. "I'll take everything those balls have." "Good slut." He shoves in and fucks me amazingly well. The best ive had in a long time. We are in multiple position before he's power driving into me while I'm on the forest floor. He bellows as he cums into me. The metals piercings clearly scratched my tunnel as there's a bit of blood and cum on them when he pulls out. He shoves my plug back into me. "You never asked for status..." He says. "I know the rule. Don't ask, don't tell." He smirked, "I like you. You thirsty?" I get on my knees in front of him, take my shirt off and nod. He pisses all over my face and then puts his cockhead on my lips and fills my mouth up. I swallow all that he gives me. We determined were both local and exchanged numbers to meet up this weekend.

I am switching back to descovy, and thought I'd share my thoughts somewhere about it. I was on Apretude for almost a year I think, and switching back to descovy now. Going in, my expectation was that not needing to take a daily pill would make things a lot easier / simpler for me. However, I found the opposite to be the case. Yes, I felt protected without having to have a habit of taking daily PrEP, but there were hidden difficulties with Apretude I didn't expect. The first headache with Apretude is that it's much more heavily regulated / locked down as a medication for some reason. This makes actually getting the dose each time more of a headache in a few ways: More questions and scrutiny from healthcare providers Medication has to be administered by a healthcare provider, not at home Test results for the injection need to be taken no more than one week before the injection, a somewhat tight window As a result, you need to find time for two separate appointments at a healthcare provider one week apart The healthcare appointment for the injection itself is a bit of a hassle. Healthcare providers are required to assess labs, ask questions, and then finally retrieve the injection that's in a secured container elsewhere before being able to administer it, overall this just takes time The next headache were the minor but not insignificant side effects from the injection that I do not experience from daily PrEP. The apretude medication for me caused fatigue / aches / feverishness for a few days after the injection. Depending on the person administering the injection, too, there can be some soreness as the needle is not small itself. Overall, if you can't be bothered taking daily PrEP it's a good option. For me I do think daily PrEP is better. Ideally, I'll switch to some other medication that would only need to be taken once every six months to a year if it becomes available, or even better get a vaccine one day.

Next Day Back at work the next night, Steve, the young blond muscle cook, said that he had spoken with his buddy that morning and he told him about what had gone on at my uncle’s house. I didn’t know what to say. I focused on getting steaks out and making sure the waitresses were happy. We were behind the counter and only visible from the waist up. With the tongs in his right hand he would put steaks on the plate and then in the window while with his left hand he was slowly rubbing his crotch. His broad shoulders, tiny waist, tanned skin and well defined arms were distracting. He began to once again lift his shirt so that his light blond treasure trail was visible. As he leaned over the counter his crotch would rub on the metal prep station. He glanced over with a devilish grin while licking his lips. I continued to work but after a short while I said I needed his help in the walk-in to pull some boxes of steaks to thaw. We went into the walk-in, I turned and placed my hand on his crotch to discover a rock hard totem pole. I whispered in his ear, “after work”. We went back into the galley and continued to pump out steaks. When the shift ended, I turned and said, “let’s go.” We went out the back door of the kitchen and to the vehicles. I turned and said, “Listen, I’m going to my uncle’s for a stop on the way home. Want to go with me?” He turned and said sure. I responded, follow me in your truck. He grinned and shock his head yes. Immediately I felt my cock begin to rise in anticipation of what could be cumming. It was Saturday night and I didn’t know if my uncle was home or what would be happening if we surprised him. Going for it, I hopped in my car and began to drive with the young muscle stud in tow. My heart was pounding knowing that this young stud was about to show me what he was made of. Muscle, no body fat, spring in his step, cocky as hell, this had all the makings of a sweaty uninhibited fuck session where all holes were filled. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed the light on in the front room and only his car in the driveway. Steve pulled up behind me, got out of his car. I grabbed whiskey from my trunk and Steve joined me as we approach the front door. It was 10:30 pm. I rang the door bell.

I met a "straight" guy on sniffies that liked to cheat with guys on his girlfriend. He had a fantasy of a cop handcuffing him and being used and fucked. So I went over in my security uniform, handcuffed him, poppered him up, fucked his throat, turned him around and blew a big load in his ass. He wants to get together again and do more. Even though I'm negative and on prep, wenever discussed my status. He wants to get together again and do more.

Athletic Trainer 8 Luke clenched, soaking up Jason's hot, wet grip. Pre-cum leaked, a clear sign of his own need, but he held back, drawing out the delicious agony. Jason, lost in it, gasped, eyes shut, hands gripping his head, trying to breathe. He did not know if he would cum again; all he wanted was more, a desperate plea for it to never end. Luke watched Jason's desperate hunger, a smirk on his face, their secret known. This whole thing, from the start, had been planned by Luke and Brad. Now, the next part was unfolding, Luke driving them to the motel where Brad waited, ready to finish what they started. "You want more, don't you?" Luke's voice was a low growl, cutting through Jason's pleasure fog. He traced Jason's hard dick, a teasing touch that sent shivers down Jason's spine. Jason, still spaced out, sighed, eyes still closed. "Yeah... I cannot believe I am saying this, but yeah... fuck, that was so good." "Glad to hear it," Luke purred, satisfied. "Let us wash up and get dressed. We are seeing a friend. We can keep going there." They stepped into the shower. Warm water rained down as they scrubbed each other, their movements slick and sensual. Every now and then, their mouths met, a slow, deep kiss tasting of desire and anticipation. Their bodies pressed close, steaming together, the friction a gentle promise of more to come. As Jason's hand went back, Luke stopped him, his voice low and firm. "Nah... keep my load in there." Luke wanted his presence to stay inside Jason, a constant reminder of their fuck. Out of the shower, they toweled each other off, hands lingering on warm skin. Luke told Jason to face him, eyes locking with Jason's before he slid a cock ring around Jason's swollen dick. The metal felt cool against Jason's hot flesh, a solid promise of heightened sensation. Next, Luke told Jason to bend over, a quiet command Jason obeyed without thinking. From a small bag, Luke pulled out a needless syringe, its clear tube of liquid. "Bong water. It will get you feeling pretty good," Luke explained, his voice flat as he injected the whole thing into Jason's ass. The water, Luke knew, had been collecting for days, a potent mix of countless hits. Its kick, even in that short time, was undeniable. Luke was sure Jason would not even know what hit him. After that, a small butt plug went in, its smooth surface disappearing easily into Jason's already loose hole. "Before we go," Luke began, his voice serious, almost conspiratorial, "will you promise to be a good fuck boy and let me whore you out? It will make me so happy if you will." Jason hesitated, the question hanging in the air. The idea, undeniably hot, also brought a flicker of doubt. He liked the thought, the dark pull of it, but was he really ready? "Um... yes," he finally managed, the word a soft mumble as they moved to the car. "First off," Luke ordered, his voice sharp and decisive as they got in the car. "Put your hands behind the seat, reach as far back as you can." Jason, still in a daze of obedience, followed without question. In a swift, practiced move, Luke pulled out cuffs and locked Jason's wrists together behind the seat. A blindfold went over Jason's eyes, plunging him into darkness. From a small vial, Luke sprayed a strong, heavy-smelling liquid onto a rag. "Maximum impact, it is like popper," he muttered. The rag was stuffed hard into Jason's mouth, followed by a mouth gag that held it in place, effectively silencing him. "Now we are ready to go," Luke announced, a triumphant glint in his eyes. With a press of a button, the butt plug inside Jason started to vibrate, a low, insistent hum that resonated deep within him. Then, Luke started the car, pulling out onto the road. The whole ride was a symphony of Jason's muffled moans; each vibration from the plug intensified the pleasure-pain within him. Luke, with deliberate cruelty, hit every speed bump without slowing; each jarring impact sent a jolt through Jason's body, making him feel as though the plug was penetrating deeper, harder with every bump. Finally, the car stopped, and with it, the vibrating hum of the butt plug ceased. Jason slowly started to wake up as the effect of maximum impact faded. A strange sense of being dumped washed over him; he felt as though Luke had just left him in the car, tied up and abandoned. Suddenly, the car door behind him opened. He felt a sharp jab in his left arm, then a pull, and then this crazy rush hit him, a fucked-up mix of fear and pure pleasure. Jason's head was spinning, thoughts crashing, couldn't focus on shit, especially not what was happening. His ass muscles were clenching and unclenching, spasms around the aching hole. Luke uncuffed his wrists and walked him into the motel room. Jason's eyes swam, dark and throbbing with his own pounding pulse. He barely saw the bed, but it pulled him in, and he scrambled onto it, his body just dropping into doggy. Luke, smooth and slow, yanked the plug out in one quick pull. The sudden emptiness felt almost as jarring as being full. Just as the plug slid free, Brad walked out of the shower, naked and slick with water, steam still on his skin. Luke gave him a subtle, knowing nod, a silent message passing between them. Then he poured a thick stream of lube right above Jason's crack, catching the first drops with two fingers, letting it run slow and hot, coating the soft skin. His left hand, still holding the lube, dug into his pocket and pulled out a big, jagged chunk of crystal meth. He held it up, catching the light, and turned to Brad, a wicked look in his eyes. "What do you think? Too much?" Brad's lips curled into a slow, hungry smile. "Looks plenty to me," he rumbled, his voice a low growl that still sent a shiver down Jason's spine even as high as he was. Luke pulled his fingers away, leaving a smear of lube, then carefully held the crystal shard between his fingers. With a deliberate, almost ritualistic move, he slid it into Jason's hole, a gasp torn from Jason's throat at the surprise. The crystal then dropped deeper inside Jason. "All yours," Luke told Brad, a note of triumph in his voice. With that, Luke started undressing; his clothes hit the floor without a sound. He locked the door with a soft click, sealing them in, and then positioned himself right in front of Jason, leaning back on a stack of pillows behind him. Brad was already sliding the head of his cock, hot and thick, up and down Jason's open hole, a silent promise of what was coming. "I've never seen his hole wink at me like it does now. This is some next-level shit," Brad said to Luke, his voice raw, almost in awe. Jason felt a burning pain deep inside, a feeling that threatened to burn through the drug haze. He instinctively tried to push up, a desperate move to escape the growing intensity, but Luke's hand, firm and unmoving, ripped the gag free from his mouth. "Take it easy, man," Luke muttered, his voice thick with a raw anticipation that filled every inch of the room. The air was heavy, charged with the musky, hot smell of male arousal, a primal stink that seemed to coat the walls, muffling the outside world. The only sounds were the ragged, rising rhythm of their own heavy breathing. Jason nodded, a small, involuntary twitch, his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drum against the rough fabric still binding his eyes. He could feel the intense, radiating heat from deep inside his fucked hole, the foreign shit dissolving inside him. Jason's mouth dropped open, a silent gasp of anticipation. He felt Brad's hot breath on his ear, whispering low, encouraging words that sent shivers, both good and bad, down his spine, prickling his skin. "Your hungry hole ready for me? I know you are. Open up for me," Brad said, his voice a husky command. Jason was so fucked up, so lost in the swirling sensations, that he did not even recognize Brad's voice, a familiar sound made alien by the drugs. The smooth, engorged tip of Brad's cock brushed tantalizingly against his cheek, the head glistening with pre-cum, a shimmering promise of coming pleasure. In one swift, decisive move, Luke's cock filled Jason's mouth. Jason had to fight a visceral gag reflex as the thick shaft hit the back of his throat, stretching him to his limit. He had never been so deep-throated, but the shocking thrill of this new, extreme feeling made him eager, almost desperate, for more, for whatever came next. Meanwhile, Brad's thick fingers were expertly teasing his entrance, circling, pressing, applying just enough exquisite pressure to make Jason silently beg for the main act, for the full, brutal insertion. Jason moaned, a low, guttural sound, his mouth full, his throat stretched tight around Luke. Then, the suddenness of Brad's penetration took Jason completely by surprise. A muffled grunt escaped him, stifled by Luke's shaft, as Brad drove into him. The feeling of being stretched open, of being completely filled, was almost too much, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Yet, miraculously, he managed to relax his muscles, welcoming the intrusion, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. As Luke began to thrust into his mouth, setting a steady, relentless rhythm, Brad's hands tightened on Jason's hips, holding him firmly in place, nailing him to the bed. The primal sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the quiet room, a wet, rhythmic beat that matched the frantic pounding of Jason's pulse in his ears, a primitive soundtrack to their escalating depravity. The two men chuckled darkly, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through Jason's body. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent communication of shared intent, that sent a fresh wave of intense excitement surging through Jason. He could feel their desire, a palpable force that seemed to thicken the air around them, making it heavy and electric. They began to spit roast Jason, a relentless assault that lasted for what felt like forever, though the clock on the bedside table would later show it was only five minutes. Luke finally unloaded in Jason's mouth. He made sure every drop of his man juice was swallowed before pulling his cock from Jason's mouth, leaving a slick, empty void, while Brad, seemingly insatiable, kept finding new ways to drill into Jason's hole, each thrust deeper, harder, more aggressive than the last. This relentless assault wrung high-pitched moans from Jason, sounds he never knew he could make, raw cries of pleasure and pain. Then, Brad slowed his pace, holding his dick deep inside Jason, allowing Jason's convulsing hole to contract tightly around him. With a few more sudden deep thrusts, Brad flooded Jason's rectum with his cum. Luke winked at Brad, a silent signal. Then Brad and Luke finally stepped back, leaving Jason blindfolded and cuffed to the hotel bedframe, his ears plugged, muffling the sounds of their departure. They moved to the room next door through the room connecting door. Their naked bodies still glistening with sweat, and settled onto the bed. From there, they watched Jason through a hidden camera Brad had installed, its feed displayed on the hotel room television. The two exchanged thick cloud after thick cloud, the heavy scent of meth smoke mingling with the lingering scent of sex, their silent observation a final, perverse act of control. Jason was disoriented, his breath catching in shallow gasps as he anticipated the next move in their twisted game. The door creaked open, followed by footsteps—someone new entered. A novel, pleasant scent filled the air, stirring a response in him. The first man, a young businessman radiating confidence, approached. The bed dipped under his weight as he settled beside Jason. Clothes rustled, and then a prick brushed against Jason's cheek. There was no mistaking it. A hand guided his neck, urging his face toward the anonymous erection. He opened his mouth, tasting the latex and sweat from his blindfold, mingled with the faint flavor of the stranger's precum. Hesitantly, he took the head in; his tongue explored the unfamiliar shape. Behind him, heavier steps indicated the presence of another man—a bodybuilder. Jason did not turn but registered his approach. The room seemed to shrink. Jason’s heart pounded. He braced himself. The mattress shifted again as another body pressed against his back. He felt the man’s breath on his neck, the air thick with sweat, sex, and raw desire. The businessman’s grip on Jason’s neck tightened, commanding, "Take more. Please me. Show me what you're worth." Simultaneously, the bodybuilder's hand found Jason’s ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. His thumb teased the opening, already yielding from Brad’s earlier ministrations. The bodybuilder’s hot, massive cock pressed against Jason, its head nudging his ass. The initial push was gentle, a silent promise. Jason's eyes widened behind the blindfold, his mouth full of the first stranger's cock as he moaned around it, the sound muffled by the new intrusion. The businessman understood. His grip grew rougher, thrusting into Jason's face with a force that brought tears to Jason's eyes and a gag to his throat. Yet, a wild, hot surge propelled him forward, urging him to continue, to satisfy both men. Both men groaned, a guttural sound, and released their cum deep into Jason's mouth and ass. Though he could not see them, the two men shared a kiss afterward. They quickly withdrew, dressed, and departed. As they exited, a tall Black man entered, acknowledging them with a nod. Jason remained facedown on the bed, ass up, trying to comprehend the recent events. Then, strong hands gripped his legs, pulling him back for a wet, aggressive rim job. The man’s tongue worked intensely, then plunged into Jason’s cum-filled opening as if it were a feast. Jason felt so completely filled that he genuinely believed the man had inserted his entire tongue. This frenzied tongue assault seemed to last an eternity. Jason's mouth hung open, simply absorbing the sensation, barely making a sound because it felt so incredibly good. Finally, the man pressed his lips flat against Jason's hole and sucked out the cum, then spat it onto his own dick to lubricate it. Without hesitation, he rammed his 10-inch erection into Jason’s slick hole. With little resistance, he buried it. Just as Jason whimpered, the man growled, "Chill. Don't push me out or it'll go in harder. I ain't moving. My cock's stuck in you now. Breathe. Get used to it. I ain't moving till you say you're good, but it ain't coming out. Just relax." He knew Jason was about to beg him to withdraw, but he had preempted that request. So Jason quickly regained control of his breathing, taking long, deep breaths in and out, repeatedly. With each exhale, he felt the cock sink deeper. Eventually, he was certain the man’s balls were knocking against his own sack. Somehow, having that monstrous dick inside him also gave him a raging erection, but the top paid no mind to Jason’s boner. His entire focus was on Jason’s hole. He relished watching it grip and suck against his dick’s thrusts. He slammed Jason down hard onto the bed and lifted his hips, pounding every inch of his dick into Jason with powerful, brutal thrusts. He ensured Jason understood he was merely a hole to drain his hard pipe. At one point, he repeatedly hit Jason’s prostate, causing Jason’s legs to spasm involuntarily, but the top used his knees to hold Jason’s legs open and continued to drill the tip of his dick against Jason’s prostate, making Jason scream louder than he usually did. When the top climaxed, it felt like a dam bursting within Jason’s hole. A torrent of warm cum shot into Jason, reaching as deep as possible. Then, as swiftly as that dick had claimed his hole, the top pulled out, wiped his dick clean, and left. Jason, still blindfolded, rolled onto his back to retain that warm load inside him for as long as he could. The thought that permeated his mind was "used." He felt as though that top had utterly violated his hole, and he was even a little proud that his ass could satisfy that man. He had never imagined getting pounded could feel that good. After the tall black man left, satisfied. Shortly after, two of Jason's teammates, Dylan and Travis, entered the room, having seen an anonymous message about a "cum dump" in a bathroom stall. Though they did not know who they would find, they immediately recognized Jason, a sophomore who had quickly secured a starter spot on the team. Dylan, 5'9" with a slender, athletic build and pale skin, had long, dirty blonde hair and script tattoos on his chest, a full back, and a color-tattooed right arm. He was the shortest on the team but confident and well-respected, known for his defensive speed. Despite having many female fans, he was secretly gay and enjoyed dominating taller, more muscular men. His 9.5-inch penis was noticeably large even when soft. Travis, about Jason's height with a darker copper skin tone, had well-defined arms and chest, and short dark hair with a nice fade. He was 6'3" and muscular with an 8.5-inch thick penis, a high sex drive, and an online profile name of "holeopener." He enjoyed the sensation of pulling his penis out and re-inserting it. Travis and Dylan, now roommates, had arrived at the hotel together, suggesting a sexual relationship or some sort. Upon recognizing Jason, tied up and blindfolded, Dylan and Travis giggled and whispered before stripping naked and approaching him. They had expected to see someone from another sport, not their teammate. Travis reached for Jason's hard, precum-dripping penis and began stroking it, mouthing to Dylan, "Dude... he precums so damn much." They had always found Jason attractive but avoided pursuing teammates to prevent awkwardness. Finding him blindfolded presented a perfect opportunity. Dylan found lube, along with a tray of new and used syringes. He locked the door and brought the tray to Travis, who was lightly rubbing Jason's glans, causing him to moan. Travis, surprised by the tray, asked, "Where did that come from?" Dylan nodded to a dark corner of the room, confirming Travis's unspoken question about Jason's state. Dylan prepared two points of crystal with water. They clearly had done this before at some point. They debated what to do with Jason, but Dylan decided against further manipulation due to Jason's incoherence. To appease Travis, they opted for a booty bump for Jason. Travis filled a needless syringe with crystal and water. They both injected themselves, finishing around the same time. After the rush settled, Travis signaled Jason to lie on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed, and aggressively face-fucked Jason's throat, bringing Jason's legs up to expose his used anus. "Shit... it's filled with cum. Do you think he can still fill the booty bump?" Travis whispered to Dylan. Dylan silently examined Jason's anus. Travis then pressed his mouth around Jason's anus, sucking out and swallowing as much cum as he could and swallowed them like they were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted while continuing to penetrate Jason's throat. After a minute, Travis, cum dripping from his face, said, "I think he's ready." Dylan handed Travis the needless syringe and readied his phone camera. The lube-soaked cum made it easy for Travis to push the booty bump halfway into Jason's ass, then all the way. He aimed Jason's ass at Dylan's dick. Dylan held his phone in one hand, jerking his hard, wet cock with the other. Dylan's dick wasn't huge at the tip, but it got thick towards the base, making the last third a real motherfucker to take. Jason felt the booty bump as Dylan slid in. The last three guys and that reinforced bump had left Jason's ass wet and loose. Dylan slid in two-thirds of the way, no problem, but Jason screamed when Dylan slowly pushed in his thick cock. Travis quickly jammed his dick into Jason's open mouth, turning the screams into whimpers. Dylan kept stretching Jason's ass until his cock was buried deep. Feeling Jason's ass clench, Dylan whispered, "Relax. Breathe deep through your nose." Jason did, taking a few deep breaths. On the third one, Travis held poppers under his nose, making him take two more hits. Seconds later, Dylan felt Jason's ass muscles loosen, though it was still tight, fighting Dylan's pull. Dylan moved his dick in and out, slow, short strokes. Travis, though, was rougher with Jason's mouth, squeezing his cheeks and holding his head back to keep it open. Dylan leaned in, whispering to Jason, "Deep breath, then give up. Open your hole and your throat." He then stroked and pinched Jason's nipples, whispering again, "Another deep breath, then relax and let go." Between the drugs and the poppers, Dylan's voice was like a spell. Jason's mind went blank, just focusing on the words. At the same time, Travis and Dylan broke through Jason's last fight, burying themselves in him from both ends. Both let out a satisfied "ahhhhh..." Dylan then told Jason, "You know you love it. Come on... show me you want it." Lost in the crazy rush, Jason hung on Dylan's every word. Dylan's familiar voice was a faint whisper in the haze of being so turned on. His world shrunk; every feeling pulled him into the desperate act of breathing. Each breath was a ragged gasp, each exhale a shaky release. Time stopped; minutes felt like forever. Even though it hurt, a strange giving-up bloomed inside him, a willing surrender to the sweet pain. His racing thoughts locked on the huge, unmoving pressure of Dylan's thick cock, a feeling that changed what penetration meant. It felt like being ripped open, stretched beyond anything he'd known, and the quick emptiness when Dylan moved even a little brought a new kind of ache. Suddenly, Dylan's hands grabbed Jason's neck, pulling his head forward. With a hard thrust, Dylan drove deeper, his cock punching into Jason's very core, his meat tunnel giving way to the deep invasion. Jason's head arched back, a silent scream caught in his open mouth, his eyes squeezed shut against the blinding intensity. Above them, Travis, who had been quiet, got onto the bed, still thrusting hard into Jason's throat. Though his own eyes were shut, a primal sound ripped from Dylan's lips, a deep command that shook the air. "Push out now. Come on. Let me in even more." Jason felt like he was at his limit, couldn't imagine taking more. Yet, as he strained, pushing out his colon as hard as he could, Dylan proved him wrong, a quiet, clear show of his unstoppable power. Dylan push his dick forward even further. Dylan's throbbing cock hit a spot that hadn't been touched, pulling a high-pitched moan from Jason that he didn't recognize as his own. His hard, desperate cock bounced wildly with each powerful hit against his used hole. Just as Jason finally pulled away from Travis’s cock, sucked in a shallow breath, a sudden, warm gush filled his throat. Travis, with a surprising surge, blew thick loads of cum, a shockingly big but sweet flood on his tongue. He swallowed it all in a desperate, almost frantic gulp, but even then, his focus stayed on the steady, constant rub of Dylan's cock head, deep in his ass. Every thrust forward was a confusing sensation causing Jason’s eyes to rolled back. Then came the final dump. A wave of warm cum shot inside him, a raw, uncontrolled gush from Dylan. At the same time, Jason’s legs buckled, a sudden, uncontrollable shake leaving him weak and trembling, like he'd just run a marathon. Jason thought he blew the biggest loads but was confused when he felt no cum in front of him. Slowly, carefully, Dylan pulled out, letting Jason collapse, spent and totally fucked, onto his stomach on the bed. The finally, a big, wet puddle formed under Jason, the sticky warmth a mix of piss and cum, and he just didn't care. Travis and Dylan chuckled softly as they got up, their low voices filling the quiet room. They dressed with little talk, then, relaxed, helped themselves to the big spread of drugs, trying a bit of everything before they left. For Jason, the exhaustion was a deep, heavy blanket, pulling him onto the bed. He spent several minutes to recover. He didn’t even know he was just fucked and seeded by his teammates. He never knew getting fucked could feel like this. He could feel the wet cum instead of him and his tender hole puckering trying to keep the cum from oozing out.

Hey guys. I’ve been thinking about trying a different direction for a story. It includes a new theme. I hope you like it. Coach Sanders I think deep down I always knew I was gay. It was just there, in the back of my head, waiting for me to quit pretending. Hard to believe now, but back in high school I was a chubby geek. I used to hide behind baggy clothes and spend more time online than outside. My body made that clear. The thought of showering in front of the guys in gym made my stomach twist. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t about being small down there. That wasn’t it. It’s that I knew they’d laugh at my naked body. So, I’d pretend I had somewhere to be or wait by my locker until I could clear out unnoticed. And because I was basically a nobody, I got away with it. Thing is, I used to stare at the jocks, hoping they wouldn’t notice. All the time I’d just tell myself I was looking at them because I wanted a body like theirs. I even kept saying that when I started watching gay porn. But I was only jacking off to solo stuff and imagine my body like that. So, it was ok. But by senior year, I decided to do something about it. So, I hit up Coach Sanders about using the weights. He’s in his fifties, fit, serious. The kind of old school coach who still wears a whistle. I stood there, nervous. Even though I was intimidated, he never gave me shit and kinda watched out for me if the other guys messed with me. That’s what gave me the nerve to tell him I wanted to start on the weights and get in shape. He just sat there, looking me over for second before straightening up. “I’ve been watching you, kid. You’ve got potential,” he told me, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I can see it. Though, the baggy clothes aren’t helping any. It’s obvious you’re trying to hide your body.” I just stood there, his hand on my shoulder. Eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for something. I took a deep breath and told him the problem was that I wasn’t sure about being in the weight room with the other guys. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet nod like he understood. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then turned and said I could come in once everyone had left. Since he taught a couple of history classes, he'd be in his office late. So I started showing up when it was empty. No noise, no eyes on me. Coach barely said anything at first. Just nods when I walked in. But after a couple of days, he noticed I didn’t have a clue. He’d correct my form, show me how to grip the bar, tell me which muscles I should be working on. I listened during all of it. After about a month, he stood beside me watching as I was benching. “Gotta be honest, kid. I didn’t think you’d stick with it,” he said, looking me over, not holding back. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m starting to see a difference.” I looked at myself and didn’t see much. Maybe a little definition, maybe nothing. But he saw it. After that, he started me on a plan and laid out what I should be doing, how often, how heavy. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just handed it to me, and I followed. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Sometimes I’d notice him checking me out, studying me. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but I felt it in my gut. And I started thinking about him without meaning to. The way he moved through the gym like he owned the place. Thick arms, veins visible even when he wasn't flexing. His pecs filling out his polo like it’s one size too small. Sometimes I could barely focus when he was in the room. One night, I dropped a dumbbell mid-set. It hit the floor hard. He was next to me before I could reach for it. “You alright?” he asked, eyes steady, handing it to me. “Yeah. Just slipped,” I told him, my eyes down. Embarrassed I’d fucked up. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped behind me, hands light on my elbows. “Keep your shoulders down. You’re pulling too high,” he reminded me. I adjusted, tried to focus. His voice was calm, steady. “Better. Now breathe,” he said in my ear. His body right up against me. I followed his lead, but my form was off. Not from the weight. From him. From the way he moved against me. Like he knew how my body moved and was moving with it. He pressed into me, adjusting me, until I got it right. “Good boy,” he grunted, stepping in front of me. He stood there for a second about to say something but stopped. “It’s getting late. I’ve gotta finish up some papers. See ya tomorrow, kid.” I trained harder after that. Sweated more. Pushed past the burn. I told myself it was about progress, about discipline like Coach told me. But I kept noticing when he was near. I kept noticing when he wasn’t. I could feel myself changing. Coach didn’t say much, but he changed how he talked to me. Less about the weights and more about what it was doing to me. I started losing even more weight and building more muscle. The results were wild. After my workouts I’d head home, still avoiding the showers. Drenched in sweat, I’d run to my room, stripping down to check myself out in the mirror. The months of work were showing, and my late growth spurt was the cherry on top. My pecs were solid from benching. My abs showed real definition. My biceps were tight and defined when I flexed. And my legs, they were strong from all the squats. I felt more confident. Honestly, I was looking better than ever even though I still wore baggy clothes and still hiding my body. Old habits, I guess. The workouts with Coach also started messing with my head. I wasn’t just physically changing. I was starting to figure out it was more than just having a body like the jocks. I’d started looking at different porn. First it was just two guys jacking off together. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. There was no going back. I was jacking off to guys making out, sucking, and fucking each other. I’d surf sites looking for all types, not just jocks. Being a tech geek, I’d downloaded a shitload of porn. One night at the end of the school year, I was halfway through my last set. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles were pumped. I noticed Coach still hadn’t stopped by. He’d usually stopped by but was holed up in his office, something about grading papers. The room felt quieter without him. I finished my reps and hit the showers. Yeah, I was showering there now, but only after workouts. I dried off and walked over to his office. “Gonna get dressed and head out, Coach,” I told him, leaning in the doorway in my towel. Nodding, he looked up, eyes on me, and stood. "Wait,” he said, pulling out a stack of clothes and tossed me a t-shirt. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. Figured it’s time your clothes caught up.” “Thanks, Coach,” I smiled, feeling the soft, thin cotton. I put it on, walked over to mirror, and looked at myself. “Fuck,” I moaned, seeing it stretched across my pecs, and how it gripped my shoulders and biceps. And the best part, I could see it framing my waist. It didn’t hide much. I could feel myself getting hard as I turned to Coach. He stood there, holding a pair of jeans. “Uh,” I stammered, grabbing them. The towel clung to my waist, barely. “I’ll go put them on. Just got out of the shower and don’t got underwear.” “You’re fine, boy,” Coach smiled and sat down, arms behind his head. “They’ll look better without. Besides, it’s just us guys. Go on. I think I got the right size.” Nodding, I turned around, trying to hide my cock. I tossed the towel, bent down, and stepped into them. I could feel how tight they were as I got my junk in and zipped up. “I think I need a bigger size, Coach,” I told him, seeing my bulge in the mirror. “Naw, they’re fine. You’ve got nothing to hide. Your ass looks good in those,” he smiled, ignoring my growing package. He was right. Coach just sat there, not saying another word, just watching me. I thought about the hours I spent to get here. The late nights, just him and me. The way he pushed me. The way his hands stayed a second too long after a good set. The way he looked at me now. I looked over at him, sitting like he always did, arms crossed. His face didn’t give anything away, but something in his eyes kept me looking for a second longer than I should have. I was sure he knew what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and grabbed for my towel. “Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes, and headed to my locker for the rest of my stuff. I didn’t look back, but I could still feel him watching. I kept thinking about it the whole way home. It was late when I finally got in and just went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still stuck on it. Fuck, I was still hard, and my jeans were feeling even tighter. I peeled them off slowly, remembering Coach’s eyes on me, and tossed them on chair. That’s when I noticed the slip of paper sticking out of the pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. Reading it, I smiled. It was a 6-month membership to the gym downtown with a note from Coach. “Proud of you, Ben. You’ve come a long way from that boy coming to me asking for help. Thought you should keep going. Graduation’s next week, so tonight was it. Last session. Good luck.” I stared at it and read it again. He hadn’t said a word to me. Didn’t mention it when he handed me the clothes. The bastard had fucking planned it that way. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The note still in my hand. After that, I was just kinda going through the motions. Trying to get through the next week. I saw Coach a few times, in the hallway, at the ceremony. But he never looked at me, not once. He didn’t even bother with a ‘bye.’ It was like all that time with him didn’t happen. The only proof I had was when I looked at the mirror. I started at the gym the week after graduation. It wasn’t like the high school weight room where it was just Coach and me. I was still pissed, but more sad than anything. So, I threw myself into the workouts. I lifted harder, ran faster, and pushed until my muscles screamed. Months of grinding at the gym were paying off. But it didn’t feel like it was enough. Not without him seeing it. That summer I came out of my shell. I was meeting new people but always made time for the few old friends I did have. My parents were out of town for the week, and I’d been at a party earlier. Nothing wild, just enough beer cut the edge off after a long week. I got home, kicked off my shoes, stripped, and flopped on my bed. I’d heard a couple of guys at the party talking about an app they had luck with and decided to check it out. I wasn’t even sure why. Sure, I thought about having sex with a guy. How could I not? I had all that porn. But I wasn’t really out. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, not fully. Still, I set up a profile and uploaded a selfie showing off my pecs and abs. I made sure you couldn’t see my face or recognize my room. I started swiping and scrolling. Then I saw him. It was Coach. My thumb froze over the screen. I stared at his profile, my heart pounding. It was definitely him. Even without a face pic, I’d spent enough time with him to know. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pacing. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through his pics, finally getting a look at all of him. There it was. His uncut cock. Veins wrapped around his shaft. It was thick, just like I’d imagined it. Yeah, I had noticed his bulge when he spotted me. Before I could chicken out, I sent him a message. “Hey, Coach. It’s me. Ben. I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Seeing you here, kinda answers it.” He replied right away. “Yeah, I was wondering, too. You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me? I had to pretend I didn’t see it at the end. You made that damn gym feel dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” I asked, already guessing the answer. “Like I wanted to lock the door and ask what the hell you were really thinking. But I couldn’t. Not with you still a student.” “I’m not a student anymore,” I wrote, not saying anything else. I could see he was still online but didn’t respond. I started thinking it was stupid to have said it. Then, I saw his message. “True. And if you came over now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Since I still had his number, I just replied, “Text me your address.” That’s when I noticed my hardon. I threw on the t-shirt and squeezed into the jeans he gave me, checked the mirror, and headed over. The quiet streets and warm air made the buzz go down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from going there. But knew I wanted to see him. When I got there, he opened the door like he’d been waiting. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He looked good. Like I said, he was in his 50s, around 6'1", solid with broad shoulders, thick arms. I’d seen him almost every day and now his pics, so I knew he was furry. I was surprised how into it I was. He smiled, seeing me in the clothes he gave me. Stepping aside, he let me in and followed him into the living room. “Figured, you might want one,” he said, handing me a drink. He dropped into the chair across from me, stretched his legs out, looked me in the eyes, and drank. “Rum and Coke.” “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip, like I knew what I was doing. The rum was stronger than I expected. Sweet at first, then sharp. He watched me with that calm look, same as always. I leaned back, trying to seem relaxed, but my leg kept bouncing as I looked around. The place was clean, lived in, soft lighting, music low in the background. We talked about nothing really, just catching up. His voice was calm, steady. I took a gulp, trying to settle into it. That helped. I started to relax. That’s when I finally came out and asked why he had dropped my workouts. Not even a heads-up. He shrugged. I nodded and took another gulp. No judgment. I guess I finally understood “Fuck, Ben,” he smiled, “You’ve bulked up since graduation. You should put some more pics up on your profile.” “Yeah?” I smiled, flexing a bit to show off. “You think so? I just put it up tonight.” “Definitely, but you’ll need someone to help you with it,” he grinned, “If you want them done right.” I sat there thinking about it and nodded. He got up with a smile. That's when I noticed his bulge. It was pretty obvious he was getting hard. Still nervous, I sat there, not saying a word. He walked up to me. His bulge almost in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “If you want, we can do some now and have them up in no time,” he offered, grabbing a camera on the side table. My mouth hung open. I was practically drooling. He stepped back before I could do anything. I looked at him. Really looked. The booze had kicked in. I felt warmer. Relaxed. Open. I wanted to see where this was going. I nodded and stood up, then slowly took off my shirt. The room felt warmer. Or maybe it was me. He guided me over to the wall and adjusted the light. Told me to turn just a little and started shooting. After a few, he said the light would hit better if I showed more. I wasn’t sure. Besides, I was commando, like I’d been since graduation. Looking up, I saw Coach holding out a jockstrap to me. It looked beat up. Stretched out like it’d seen some action. Kinda dirty. Like maybe it hadn’t been washed in a while. “It’s one of my old ones. It’ll do,” he grinned, eyeing my bulge. Looking at it brought me back to all the loads I shot thinking about guys wearing one. Their cocks outlined in the pouches. The look of the straps framing those muscled asses as they got fucked. “Go on boy, put it on. It’ll make that ass pop,” he told me. Fuck if I didn’t want to! I tossed my socks and sneakers. And this time I didn’t hide it. I dropped my jeans. My cock was growing as I stepped out of them. I put on the jockstrap, filling up the pouch with my junk. He didn’t flinch. He just lifted the camera and told me to hold still. I did and let him see me. He circled me, snapping pics, all the time telling me how sexy I was. How I could have my pick of anyone I wanted. I was feeling the buzz mixing with horniness. That’s when I finally noticed he’d tossed his shorts. He was totally hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I’d seen pics of his cock on the app. But it was the first time I’d seen a hard cock in real life besides my own. What surprised me more was that even hard, his foreskin still covered the tip. Then, he lowered the camera and stepped in close. His hand brushed my cock, light but deliberate, as he adjusted the pouch. “Better,” he sighed and leaned in. His breath was warm, close enough to feel. His eyes locked on mine. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then he broke the moment. “Come on,” he smiled, leading me down the hall. “You gotta see yourself.” His bedroom was everything I expected. It felt like him. The large bed was made tight with no mess. The air smelled clean with a hint of sweat. Coach walked me over to the mirror without saying a word. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel his cock poking at my back as I caught his eyes in the mirror. By this time, there was no hiding it. My cock was at full mast. Up, tight against the mesh. I was leaking. For a second, I just stared at the sharp lines carving down from my hips. I ran my hands down them, tracing the V. Something I never thought I’d see on me last year. “Goddamn, boy. If you were mine, I’d keep you strapped 24/7,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and gripped my pecs. “A perfect musclejock.” “Fuck!” I moaned as his fingers spread and played with my nips. "Flex those guns, boy," he said, voice rough. "Show Coach what you built out of that flabby mess you were." My biceps swelled under the challenge. My pecs popped as I clenched and held the tension. He leaned in. His eyes locked on me. I flexed even harder. “That’s it, boy. Show it off,” he grunted in my ear, sliding his hands down my abs until they landed on my hips. He pushed back just enough to make room for his cock and looked at me again. Turning around, I stood there. My cock was practically shredding the frayed pouch. I lifted my chin, just barely. That’s all it took. His hand slid to the back of my neck. His fingers gripped me tightly and pulled me into him. His lips found mine and our tongues started wrestling. I could feel his cock sliding against my abs. Breaking the kiss, he bit my bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. I groaned. He liked it. I could feel his hand moving down my back and over my ass, his mouth still holding on to me. I wrapped my arms around him. It only made him rougher. He was taking control of me. Letting go, he slipped a couple of fingers in my mouth. “That’s it boy. Show Coach how hungry you are,” he growled. His fingers explored my mouth. I started sucking, covering them in spit. Next thing I know, he bit my neck. I lost it. It was all he needed. His slick fingers were tapping against my hole. I arched, letting him know I wanted it. “Good boy,” he smiled, slipping a finger in, and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready. Strip and get in.” I saw the chrome attachment shining in the shower and got excited. Fine, I admit it. I’d looked it up. I’d been thinking about being fucked for a while now. I guessed what was going to happen. Never done it myself, but Coach walked me through it. It was awkward at first. But with his hands on me, it made a difference. It was like he’d done this to others before. After a bit, it was obvious I was clean. But Coach grabbed a squirt bottle, and put more in, ‘just to make sure.’ Told me to hold it in for a bit, then I’d be ready. He stood watching me, making sure it wasn’t leaking out. Satisfied, he told me to empty, finish up, and put my jockstrap back on. He’d be in the bedroom waiting for me. I turned on the faucet, hands roaming as I spread lather across my pecs to my nips. I pulled and felt them harden up. The pain was connecting with the tingling in my hole. I moved down to my abs, tracing the deep cuts, then grabbed my junk with both hands and started rubbing. I’d never felt so fucking turned on. “Hurry up, boy!” Coach barked, getting me out of the moment. “Get your ass in here, NOW!” I realized he was waiting for me. I called out to him, “On my way, Coach!” I rinsed, dried off, and pulled on my jockstrap. I looked in the mirror. It was tight, perfect. I headed for the bedroom. Coach was on the bed, watching me. His eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting for this. I felt hot all over. My skin buzzed as I slowly walked to the foot of the bed. The closer I got, the more I started feeling the burn in my hole. Something was happening. My chest felt tight, my skin alive. I was horny. Yeah, but it was more than that. I so wanted this. And I didn’t care what happened next. I just knew I was ready. Coach was studying me. His eyes steady, taking in every reaction as he motioned me to him. "Yeah, boy. Get over here," he ordered, stroking his thick thighs, spread wide open. Cock hard and ready. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and got on my knees between his thighs. He watched how I breathed. How my body tensed. How I looked at him. I looked down at his cock, sticking straight up, foreskin still covering the tip. I could feel my hole twitching. Then he moved. No warning. Just a shift. “I always had my eye on you. Knew what you were capable of. Been fucking wanting this since before you first came to me, asking,” he growled, grabbing my head and yanked. “You aren’t the first one I got in shape.” Down I went, face to face with Coach’s cock. I could smell the day on him. Fucking sweat from being out in the hot sun all day. I didn’t know what came over me, but I started sniffing it as he worked his hand down my back. He started working my hole again with a slick finger. It was crazy. I was loving it and my moans got louder. “Fucking jockpig,” he laughed, working it deeper. “You like Coach’s smell, don’t ya?” There it was again. I could feel the burn getting stronger, but I didn’t care. It felt good. All I could think about now was Coach’s cock. I could see the precum oozing from his foreskin. “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, reaching out with my tongue. He stayed in me, making sure I felt his rough finger sliding and digging around. All the time, I lapped at his cock. I could taste it sliding over my tongue and down my throat. It was sharp and clean. Then I felt it. Another finger sliding in. Everything I’d ever imagined about being with a guy was happening. It wasn’t with someone my age, but I didn’t care. It was Coach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted him to show me. The burn was hitting every nerve as he opened me up, getting me ready. It was all I needed. I opened my mouth wide and went down on him. “Goddamn cocksucker. Get me ready.” Coach moaned, feeling my lips sliding over the foreskin, pushing it back on the shaft. I took it down about half-way. He just sat there, slowly starting to fuck my face. I tried not to gag, but spit was pouring from my mouth. The deeper the strokes, the more I moaned. I wanted it ready for my hole. I sucked harder. “Just relax, nice and slow. You got it,” he murmured, holding my head with both his hands until I was nose deep in sweaty pubes, my chin on his balls. I kept at it, sucking on him. His leaking cock was dripping down my throat as I gripped his thighs. His thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Alright, enough,” he growled, grabbing me, and shoved me back. He leaned in, his mouth almost at my hole. I could feel his hot breath on it. Then, he flicked his tongue at it. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, never thinking it’d be like this. He was fucking me with his tongue. Coach ate me out for a while then pulled up. My hole was on fire, hungry, and aching. That’s when I finally saw it. It wasn’t showing in any of his pics, but I could see it now. A black scorpion tattooed on the tip of his cock! Its tail wrapped around it. The stinger going under and into the piss slit. How did I miss it?! Seeing my reaction, Coach spread my legs and moved in before I could do anything. “You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about breeding you,” he growled, teasing my hole with his cock. “I knew it the first day you asked about working out that I’d make you into the perfect fucking poz musclejock.” His words were hitting me, reminding me of those nights when he was pushing me harder and harder. Making me want it. I could see the lust in his eyes but then, he got serious and stopped. “But then you fucking got under my skin, boy,” he sighed. “Like I said, you aren’t the first. Just the one I never should’ve let get this close. That’s why I ended it.” I should’ve been freaking out, but my hole was aching. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I whimpered. The look on his face suddenly changed. “Yeah? You want it, huh?” he smiled, pushing his cock at my hole, again. “Just say it, boy.” “Oh, God!” I moaned, my body giving me away. I lifted my hips and offered myself up. “I wanna be your poz musclejock, Coach.” That’s all it took. He started into me. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling the tip stretching my hole as he punched through. “Fuck, boy,” he grunted, feeling me tightening up. “You’re still fucking tight. I got plenty more to train that hole. But for now, let’s try this.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying, but I still couldn’t relax enough to take him any deeper. That’s when I saw him grab a brown bottle from the side table. I recognized it from some of the raunchier porn I’d gotten into. I watched him unscrew the bottle and take a long snort. “This’ll loosen you up,” Coach moaned, handing me the bottle. I could see the poppers were getting to him. I looked him in the eyes and put the bottle up to my nostril and breathed in. “Fuck,” I growled, feeling it hit me at the same time Coach pushed into me. “Another,” he ordered, “Opening you up, boy. No going back.” This time, it worked. I could feel him sinking in. “God! Give it to me,” I whimpered, his shaft splitting me open. “I DON’T HEAR YOU, BOY!” he yelled, hitting my prostate. I kept moaning, feeling him sliding over it. Pushing deeper. It felt like I was floating. Not really in my body but still aware of what was happening. I didn’t know what it meant. Didn’t care. Everything was a blur. But I knew he was fucking me now. And I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCKING BREED ME!” I yelled, “FUCKING POZ ME, COACH!” Coach pumped into me, pushing himself into my guts. His balls banged against me. His grip got tighter. “Fucking ass feels good, boy,” Coach growled, “Just fucking tight enough.” I just groaned. I couldn’t speak. My cock was twitching. He just kept on, ramming into me. I was loving it, wanting him to fill me up with his poz load. “Been waiting for this since I started seeing results,” Coach said, letting it settle into my head. “That ass getting high and tight. Just begging for my poz loads.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, realizing I had done it all for him. “I fucking wanted to be your musclejock since day one, Coach. Fucking wanted to make you proud.” I was panting and bucking, pushing back on his cock the whole time. I wanted it all the way in me. Each time he hit my prostate, I’d push back for more. “Fucking cockpig,” he growled, “Gonna have you begging for other poz cocks soon.” I was too much into it to answer. That’s when he sank down all the way and stayed there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, “It’s all in.” “Goddamn, it!” I moaned, squirming. Then he started ramming into me. Hard and fast. Sweat was flying off him. His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot. Closing the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight. He was close. I clenched down. He started sucking in air short and fast. Then he slowed but went long and hard, the last one pushing me over the edge. “Shit yeah!” I growled, shooting biggest load ever as I felt his cock spasming in me. “Load me up, Coach!” “FUCKING TAKE IT!” he yelled, his swollen cock finally filling my hole with his poz load, and fell on me. He stayed in me for a while, both of us now covered in sweat until he pulled out and sat back. "You feel that in you, don't you, boy?” he grinned, fingering my sloppy hole. “Your first poz load.” “Yeah, Coach,” I growled, grabbing him tight, and pulled him back on me hard. My mouth crashed into his, rough and hungry. “Fucking thanks,” I panted against his lips, my breath raw and grateful. “You’re welcome, boy,” Coach smiled, showing me his red-stained cum slick fingers. “It’s starting. You feel it? It won’t be long.” “Shit,” I moaned, sucking on them. I could taste the metallic sharpness mixed with the saltiness of his load. “Gonna be your fucking poz musclejock, Coach.” “That you are, boy,” he growled and slipped a buttplug in my hole to make sure. “MY fucking poz musclejock. I got so much to show you.” “Can’t wait, Coach,” I muttered, rolling over and burying my face in his furry pecs.

As much as I enjoy fucking guys on the bed I share with my wife I have no desire at all for her to walk in and catch me with my bare cock up some guy's ass, so it only happens when I'm certain she's going to be away long enough, or when she's out of town in business. What is a major turn on is when I'm into some really hot action and she calls me to chat. I find it intensely arousing to have a causal chat when someone is sucking my cock and I need to be careful not to moan at inappropriate moments, but nothing at all beats the time I blew my load inside one guy's ass while my wife was on the phone telling me about her day without her even noticing.

Jason's thumb hovered over the send button. He'd been waiting to see Dan online, the anticipation building since the last episode. With a deep breath, he typed, "Hey, Dan. Just wondering... did you enjoy fucking Jimmy?" The response was almost instantaneous, as if Dan had been eagerly awaiting Jason's message. "Hell yeah, he's hot as fuck. Can't stop thinking about him." A smirk played on Jason's lips as he typed his next message, his fingers flying across the screen. "Glad to hear it. You know, I was thinking... maybe you'd be up for something a little more... intense. You game for a threesome? Think you can handle both our cocks?" Dan's reply followed a pregnant pause. "Yes, I'm in. When?" Jason's pulse quickened at Dan's acceptance. He glanced over at Jimmy, who was lounging on the couch, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tonight. You free?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Dan responded, his words dripping with desire. As the plan was set in motion, Jason and Jimmy prepared for the evening ahead. They sat side by side on the couch, their thighs brushing against each other, a silent understanding passing between them. The bareback porn playing on the screen in front of them served as a backdrop to their own growing arousal. Jason's hand found Jimmy's, their fingers intertwining as they stroked each other's cocks, the rhythm slow and deliberate. The door clicked open, and Dan stood there, his eyes raking over the scene before him. He licked his lips, his gaze locking with Jason's. "Ready for me?" Jason's smirk was predatory as he rose from the couch, Jimmy mirroring his movements. "Always." They closed the distance between them, their hands roaming over Dan's body, mapping every curve and plane. Jimmy's lips brushed against Dan's ear, his breath hot and heavy. "We've been waiting for you." Dan shivered, his eyes fluttering closed as Jason's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer. "Take off your clothes, Dan. Let us see what we're working with." Obediently, Dan stripped, his body flushed with anticipation. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their unspoken agreement hanging in the air. They moved as one, their mouths and hands exploring Dan's body, leaving no inch untouched. Jimmy's tongue swirled around Dan's nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while Jason's fingers delved into the valley of Dan's ass, his touch firm and insistent. Dan moaned, his head falling back, his body arching into their touch. "You like that, don't you, Dan?" Jason murmured, his voice low and husky. "Like being touched, being wanted." Dan's response was a strangled moan, his body trembling with need. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance before turning their attention to Dan's cock, their mouths taking turns worshipping the throbbing length. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. Jason and Jimmy moved in sync, their bodies a well-choreographed dance as they prepared Dan for what was to come. They took turns rimming him, their tongues delving deep, their fingers stretching him open, their touches building a crescendo of pleasure, while Dan lubed the other's cock with his spit. Jimmy was the first to push his cock into Dan's hole while Jason fed him poppers. "Such a good slut," Jason said, stroking Dan's hair as he fucked his mouth, "love watching your ass take Jimmy's fuckstick." Jimmy worked Dan open with smooth strokes, then told Jason to switch places. When they did, they made sure Dan was in position to watch the porn as he got fucked. "Yeah, taste your ass on my dick," Jimmy grunted, as Jason fucked Dan, picking up the pace. The porn playing in the background shifted, the scene changing to one of verbal poz talk. The voices of the men on screen were urgent, their words raw and desperate as they begged to be converted. Jason and Jimmy's movements became more primal, their thrusts into Dan's mouth and ass synchronized and fierce. Dan was a willing participant, his body responding to their touch, his moans filling the room. Jason and Jimmy spit roasted him, their cocks sliding in and out of his mouth and ass, their rhythm relentless. They switched positions, their movements a blur of flesh and desire, their bodies glistening with sweat. As the porn reached its climax, so did Jimmy, his body tensing as he thrust deep into Dan's ass, his cum shooting hot and heavy. The moment was intense, the air crackling with unspoken emotions. Dan lay panting, his body sated, as Jason and Jimmy caught their breath. Jason's voice was low and commanding as he instructed Dan, "clean up Jimmy' cock but leave that hole gaping so I can look at his poz cum inside you." Dan nodded, his movements sluggish as he followed Jason's instructions. Jason leaned in, his tongue delving into Dan's ass, his taste buds savoring the remnants of Jimmy's cum. He pulled back, his eyes locking with Dan's, and fed him a taste of Jimmy's poz cum, a silent, intimate exchange passing between them. Dan's eyes widened, his body stiffening, but he didn't pull away. Jason's gaze was intense, his voice a whisper. "You want this, don't you, Dan? Want to feel us inside you, marking you as ours." Dan's response was a nod, his throat working as he swallowed, his body trembling with a mix of emotions. Jason's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he thrust back into Dan, his movements slow and deliberate, his cock chasing its own climax. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Dan's body tensed, his cock spurting as he came, his cum coating Jason's stomach. But as the moment passed, the atmosphere shifted. Dan's body became rigid, his eyes distant, his mind elsewhere. He pulled away, his movements abrupt, his words rushed. "I should go." Jason's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Dan's face, but Dan was already dressing, his back turned. The door clicked shut, leaving Jason and Jimmy alone, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between them. Jason turned to Jimmy, his eyes uncertain, his voice laced with doubt. "Do you think... was the conversion porn too much? Too soon?" Jimmy's expression was calm, his voice assured. "It's a lot to process, Jason. But it'll marinate in his brain. Soon enough, he'll realize he wants our HIV in his guts. He'll come back, craving what we have to offer."

I have been fucking my dad since I was 10. It was never abusive or forced, it just kinda naturally happened. I knew I wanted to be closer to him and loved that he taught me everything and we bonded that way. He always let me decide how far to take it and when I was ready to go all the way.

It's been a while since I've posted, I've been... kept busy. I've been with my man for about eight months now. It started out with him, then he invited his two buddies to cum and go as they please. Then it was the bathroom gangbang. Since then, the open door policy is extended to so many more men. I honestly have no idea. Certainly there are many regulars, but far more complete strangers. Well over a hundred by now. Friday and Saturday are the busiest. He gets texts, and then they arrive. He often watches while jerking and then, when the doors close for the night, he fucks me HARD, and cums fast. The wonderful thing about being exposed to so many is that I've experienced everything. Every position, kink, fantasy and fetish. I'm about as whored out as is possible.

Success at the bathhouse on a Thursday evening. Two guys fucked me fairly early on, nothing much to say as they were a bit disappointing. However, the next two fucks were great. A slim young Asian guy hugged me in a dark room and responded positively to my caresses and hard cock. I sucked him large hard cock for a little while then got a vibe, not too obvious, that he was open to be fucked. I moved him towards the bed, not that easy with the number of guys jammed in the dark room some of whom were trying to snatch him away, and bent him over and from a standing position pushed my cock into his hole and started thrusting. Before Long I was getting much of my cock in but not all as the angle was right to get the thick base all the way in. I climbed up on the bed and was alt last able to ram in balls deep which he was enjoying. We continued for a while until I emptied my seed deep in his hole and he left seeking his next load. After I’d rested for 20 minutes I debated leaving or trying again. Eventually I tried the gloryhole booths. I sucked a couple of guys but when I moved my asshole to the gloryhole both left. (I find that behaviour a little frustrating as I’m happy to top or keep sucking if they’d only signal their preferences.) However, this was what the 3rd gut was hoping for and his cock was better than the previous two: long ad absolutely rock hard. He gave my hole a good work out.

Chapter 10: Because You Just Might Get IT Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:20 MST. 30-Oct-20XX After the Alpha had given Stag a second dose of his potent seeds, the corruption-seeking ginger no longer required any restraints while the other creatures had their turn inside him. The viscous saliva from the initial penetration had worn off, and Stag was made to feel every second of his conversion as it continued. The Alpha stood back as one of his underlings began its work on Stag, his arms crossed, and felt a sense of pride as he watched. His boldness is to be admired, the Alpha thought. But his presumption that we would just accept him needs to be dealt with. This one must be shown his place. He had ordered the other creatures to have fun with the soldier, but also to show him no mercy, and to give him no sedation. He’ll be useful later, but for now, let’s make him regret this little excursion into our hive. The other creatures seemed to hear his thoughts, and turned their heads toward him, and then back to Stag, indicating their understanding of the orders. The first smiler pressed his bulbous cock into Stag’s gaping rectum, and found the familiar squish of corrupted semen just inside the cavity. It was on the verge of leaking out, and the smiler pushed it back inside where it must remain. Stag grunted at the penetration, and after sinking a good eleven inches deep into the hole, the first smiler began thrusting. Its sweat built up quickly and began running off him in rivulets as it started to pound Stag’s hole into oblivion. In all his years of gallivanting and whoring it up, Stag had never once played with his anus. The nearest he came to it was when he picked up a person of indeterminate gender in Thailand who surprised him by strapping on a comically large dildo. Stag had felt a simultaneous hunger and revulsion in that episode, and humiliated his one-night stand so he wouldn’t have to interact with their fetish. His internalized homophobia slowly ebbed away, and the ongoing penetration with the smiler made him realize that he might have missed a golden opportunity back then, but he was making up for it now. A second smiler came round to the front of Stag, and positioned itself just in front of his head. Stag looked up briefly and was greeted by a monstrously large corrupted dick, oozing with thick precum. He needed no instruction, and knew what was expected of him. Craning his neck up as far as he could, he opened his mouth widely and swallowed the dark massive dick as much as he could. The second smiler purred deeply in response, and forced his infected prong the rest of the way down Stag’s throat. Matching the rhythm of his brother, the second smiler began to orally fuck Stag's windpipe. He was given no choice but to comply and swallow every drop of corrupted seed that came to him as his throat muscles strained. The top smiler continued to fuck, and Stag’s resistance excited the beast further. The tempo of the thrusts increased, and Stag’s mind began to wander. He’s getting close. My God, it’s huge… he’s hitting all the right spots and it hurts so bad but it hurts so good I don’t ever want it to stop Oh for the love of God please fucking stop These evil fuckers are getting off on my fighting it Stop fighting it Bryce No yes No Yes No Yes No Yes YES YES YES YES YES AW FUUUUUUUUCK. He felt the heat coming off his tops, and the dripping sweat, and he began to feel like he was swimming while being spitroasted. The thrusts were so hard, Stag was sure this would break him in half. His hole was stretched to its absolute limit, and almost torn by the throbbing cock inside him. Then the top beast began to slow. It pulled most of the way out, and then slammed its thick shaft back inside all the way to the hilt, and repeated the motion a countless number of times. The sensations overwhelmed him, and Stag lost control of his bladder. His acrid piss began running like a quiet river that grew into a raging torrent, feeding the beast inside him. Stag felt a very brief sense of relief, but the fucking didn’t stop for a second. The smiler opposite of him removed his dick from the mouth, and jacking off rapidly, shot a hefty load of black oozy spunk on Stag’s face. It got his right eye, and ran down the cheek. Stag tried to reach it with his tongue, but was not successful. The second smiler growled deeply in satisfaction, and wiped the load from the man's face with its left hand. Then it held a clawed finger out, and Stag licked it up eagerly while trying to avoid poking his tongue with the claw. Mmm. Metallic. He had tasted his own cum once on a dare during basic, and found it too smoky and bleachy. This load, however, had a hard taste like biting a pill, but with notes of sweet nectar. Already he could feel that his tongue was different. As he watched, the Alpha could pinpoint the moment when Stag's transformation began; two superior loads deep with entry at two points plus the third on the way, and the physique started to morph into a balloon animal made of muscle and dark veins. The corruption spiderwebbed out from the source and snaked across and around the body at a surprisingly swift rate. Stag’s skin took on a slightly transparent greyish pallor as his transformation progressed. The pupils had begun to dilate; Stag was in pig heaven as he felt it taking over and obliterating the man he used to be. Perfection, the Alpha growled in approval. I can’t wait to see what he does with it. The top smiler held still for a second as it flipped Stag over while still inside him. Stag groaned with the twisting motion, and opening his eyes, he was able to see the face of the thing that was breeding him. It had its mouth open, black corruption dripping from the eyes and mouth, razor-sharp teeth like daggers grinning savagely as it resumed its ministration. Stag locked eyes with the creature, and its gaze penetrated his heart. For the first time in a while, Stag knew true fear. I could die from this, Stag thought with a hint of remorse. Fuck me, what have I done… But it’s so beautiful, and I’ll be one of these guys pretty soon with a virgin meat puppet of my own underneath me. It will be glorious. Knowing he had surrendered his humanity for the ultimate fuck, his last thoughts of resistance faded away as he fully embraced the creature by its head in both his hands. It was sticky to the touch, but he didn’t let go. He fondled the creature's horns, and wondered what purpose they served, and then discarded the query. The smiler seemed to like the touch in this spot, and purred deep in its chest. Stag locked eyes with his breeder. “Keep… fucking… Breed me… now… you… ugly … piece of … shit!” His breath came faster and in short gulps, and he longed for the part where the insemination was over and he could just enjoy his reward. His chest began to heave as the heart rate increased. Now Stag was returning the thrusts and bucking his hips in response to the pounding he had been receiving, and it caught the smiler by surprise. Its grin got wider as it figured out what Stag was doing, and in response, pushed Stag onto his shoulders, and began jackhammering him. This one seeks total destruction. Inspired, the smiler put its hands on Stag’s raw nipples, and tugged at them until they were hard and puffy. At long last, the smiler seized up, and let out a terrible roar that penetrated Stag's heart. A toxic volley of semen again flooded Stag's ruined colon, and as it moved through his chute, he felt it burning up from the inside. The smiler lowered Stag to the floor so he was lying on his back again. Stag took a moment to look at his own meagre cock, but to his astonishment, it had also changed from the last time he saw it. Where it had been a modest but respectable pale pecker was now a python of a dick, oozing its final drops of uninfected cum. Aware that the virus was working, Stag began to stroke himself furiously to empty his nuts. One for the road. Giving him all the sensations, the smiler took Stag’s balls in his hand, and pulled them downward forcefully. Stag let out a loud appreciative moan, but was cut short by a hand from an unseen figure. It held his mouth shut, and he was bound again, and working with less oxygen. Breath control, Stag thought. That’s a new one. It sent him over the edge; the load was short in coming, and when it shot, the smiler opened its mouth widely, and hungrily slurped every drop off Stag's hand and abdomen with its bifurcated tongue. The hand withdrew from Stag’s mouth, and he could breathe again. The air began to smell of sweat and spunk and stale piss and ass, and Stag was fully intoxicated by it. Heh, already an improved sense of smell, he thought. The smiler pulled out, leaving a grateful Stag lying on the floor, almost comatose as the corruption renewed its hold on him. As he began to slip back into unconsciousness, a third creature took its place, and started Stag up again before he had a chance to roll over, light up, and turn on the Late Show. Then it came: a voice familiar to Stag shouted something about liquidation over the speakers. A sudden clamor was heard from across the spacious room, but Stag and his breeder were too engaged to even register it. The Alpha’s head turned in the direction of the sounds with alarm, and it bolted off in that direction with several other smilers who had been waiting their turn. —--------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:40 MST. 30-OCT-20XX The impact with the air vent caused Gravestone to momentarily lose his hearing, and he attempted to get up from the cold concrete floor. His head throbbed, and the world felt dizzy. He blinked several times, dumbfounded by how quickly this escalated, and the ringing in his ears only added to his disorientation. He snapped his fingers next to his left ear twice, and it produced a dull unsatisfactory clicking sound. Feeling every one of his years, the aging commander pushed himself to all fours. Steadying himself with what he thought was a wall, he returned to standing. The dizziness slowly allayed, and everything felt surreal. The wetness on his steadying hand had only a split-second’s attention. Hearing slowly approaching footsteps behind him, Gravestone quickly turned about, hoping the steps came from either Reaper or Tex or Zero, or some other last-second hero from his squad. To his great surprise, he was greeted by a newly-converted Lockjaw, who obscured his features slightly by remaining in a shadow just light enough to see who it was, but none of the distinctive new physical traits. “Commander,” the voice said with no inflection. Lockjaw could barely contain his excitement. Gravestone recognized the voice instantly. “Adrian!! Thank God it’s you,” Gravestone said with great relief. “We gotta go. Tex and Reaper are just on the other side of the gate.” “Why the rush, commander?” Lockjaw asked in a light voice. “We have everything we need right here. Don’t run off - the fun’s about to begin.” As he spoke, the timbre of his voice deepened and sounded sinister by the last word. Gravestone felt his heart skip a beat. In that skip, he knew he was about to come to harm. His walls went up, and he attempted to step back, but found a fleshy form instead of a hard surface. Alarmed, he turned about, and found himself face to face with Pixel. “Stay with us, commander,” Pixel said in the same dreamy voice. “You’ll come to love it as we do.” Gravestone was horrified as he found himself quickly surrounded by nearly half his team, all converted into smilers; Lockjaw emerged from the shadow, and Patch stepped into view with him, followed by Sticks. Each of them had the same weirdly grey skin, the same dilated pupils, the same sharp teeth and the creepy grin that accompanied them, and each was completely naked. Two other faces that Gravestone didn’t know also appeared from unseen places, and their features seemed more developed: one had slight horns in its forehead, the other bore claws that badly needed a manicure. All were naked, all drooled to varying degrees, and all of them wielded huge penises, some more erect than others. The smilers formed a small half-circle around him. He was surprised to see that Stag wasn't among them, and part of him hoped the ass would be a hero and save him from the impending doom. “No…” Gravestone looked from one face to the next, hoping to find an ally among them, but they all gave him the same menacing grin. He raised his tranq gun, knowing the futility of using it, but it was his only means of defense for what was going to happen next. His hands trembled as he pointed his weapon from face to face, unable to fire on his comrades. “Patch… not you, too!” Tears of fear and hurt began to well up in his eyes as he struggled to process this shift in the game plan. “It’s okay, commander,” Patch said gently. “There’s no pain, no fear, only pleasure and a deep sense of brotherhood. Rapid healing, sex drive for days, and so many new features.” Sticks interrupted him. “The endorphins are wonderful, and it feels so good. Join us, commander. It will be the best thing you ever did.” Gravestone didn’t dare to breathe. A single tear escaped his eye, and ran down his cheek. An unknown smiler hissed impatiently. He lowered his weapon, and drooped his head, blinking several times as he processed a variety of outcomes. He knew there was no escaping this, and fighting back would be futile. Outnumbered and certainly outgunned, Gravestone let the weapon fall to the floor. It made a pitiful clattering sound, hardly doing justice to what he was feeling. The sextet closed their circle around him, and Gravestone shut his eyes tightly, praying that this was just a bad dream. He reopened them, and looked toward the exit where Tex and Reaper had gone out, and wished he could have joined them. “Good luck, guys.” He inhaled deeply for a calming breath. Forgive me, Denise. Gravestone surrendered completely to the darkness as multiple gobs of spit struck him simultaneously from different angles. —------------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. The other side of the locked gate. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:51 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Elias hissed sharply as Tex tried to inspect the scratch wound on his friend’s arm. “It’s a deep scratch, but I can’t treat it here,” Tex said with frustration. “Too dark, and too many potential contaminants in here.” He carefully put the jacket back on Elias, who grimaced and groaned as the garment was replaced on him. “Sorry, buddy. It doesn’t seem to be bleeding, though. You’ll probably have a scar. We’ll get Trevor to look at it when we get you home.” Tex looked back at the gate. “What about the commander?” Elias shook his head slightly, regretful that he wasn’t with them. “We can’t help him. If we go back, we’re finished. We’ve got to go NOW. With any luck, he’ll get away from those things.” The two of them started moving through the dark space, neither one speaking. The air was different here - a little cleaner, less confining, but it smelled slightly dusty. The only source of light came from the small lamp above the gate where they came in. The exit felt like a long way off. In his mind, Tex was cursing Jack over and over for his loud reactions that awoke the smilers, and took their commander, and wounded his friend. All this shit could have been avoided, and now we gotta leave another one behind. We’re the last two left, and who knows if that scratch was poisonous? I could be a sole survivor. The thought sent a shudder through him, and Elias noticed it, but said nothing. Tex continued his train of thought. Patch and Pixel were both raped and possibly killed; Lockjaw and Sticks are both MIA, Stag went rogue, and Zero… oh, brave Zero... Always the consummate soldier. Hope he lasts til morning. After turning a corner, a light was visible at the end of the tunnel, and they ran toward it. “Finally! An exit,” Elias said with relief. At last, this shitstorm can begin to be over. Only one more obstacle to freedom stood in their way: a large grate, bolted to the exterior wall. Needing no words, Elias and Tex gave one glance to each other, then coordinated a couple of swift kicks to the metal covering. It gave way surprisingly fast, and Tex looked at Elias in astonishment. “There’s no way that should have come off in two kicks,” he said. Elias was likewise confounded by it. “No kidding. Who put together that security detail?” Not questioning their good fortune for another second, they pushed the grate forward the rest of the way, and Elias was the first to taste the sweet freedom of the night air. When both he and Tex had emerged from the tunnel, they stood up fully, and inhaled deeply. The October night air was chilly, but not freezing, and considering the past few hours of activity, it was a welcome relief both physically and mentally. They paused to take in the moment, and just breathe. Elias took note of the surroundings. “Where do you think we came out?” Everything looked so different by night. He could see only trees and shrubs and the occasional rock. “I think you came out in a coffee shop, as I recall,” Tex answered, giving his friend a smirk. “I know that was a joke, but that is so not funny right now,” Elias said. “You know you love it!” Tex replied playfully. “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here. The security team is probably still out front, but let’s try to sneak past them.” “Right,” Elias agreed. “They’re probably on the General’s payroll.” Quietly keeping to the shadows, they carefully followed the Helixion building around the side, knowing they would come around to the front eventually. The uneven ground and the darkness of the night made progression slow. Tex’s left foot found a sinkhole before he or Elias saw it, and he was on the grass in an instant. Tex wanted to cry out in pain as his ankle throbbed, but Elias was fast enough to cover his friend’s mouth with a hand. Wordlessly, they exchanged looks, and Elias indicated he would pull Tex back to his feet. Taking him in two hands, he pulled Tex up from under the arms, and it was a great effort for Tex to mask the exertion without making a sound. Once in an upright position, Tex balanced precariously on the right foot while hovering the injured left just inches above the ground, and a hand on the wall. Elias knelt down for a look, and wanted to issue a vilification for the hidden hole in the dirt, but knew silence was the priority. Elias looked at Tex’s shin, ankle, and foot, but without removing all the clothing and boots, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He looked back up at Tex, and gave a quick shaking of the head. In pantomime, he raised his hands to say, “Looks fine.” Tex understood, and using his hands, he mimed the word “twisted”, and drew a question mark with his index finger. Elias nodded in acknowledgement. He offered his shoulders for Tex to grab, and hobbled both of them around toward the front of the facility. Tex touched his injured foot down occasionally to balance himself as they moved slowly. As they rounded the first corner, flashing emergency lights reflecting from the surrounding trees told them what would be waiting for them around front. “We got company,” Tex said in a whisper. “Any ideas?” Shaking his head yes, Elias took a look around and motioned towards the treeline off in the distance. “If we can make it over through the fence and trees, there should be a gas station along that road, then we call a cab or Uber…” Elias said, his voice slightly slurred. “That’s a big ‘if’… not to mention cameras on the parking lot between us and Krell. Don’t ask me why, but I don’t think we can trust him…” Tex said, his ankle throbbing as he gingerly tried to put weight on it. “Stick to the shadows. We should be okay then. For such a big place, they really cheaped out on the cameras,” Elias replied, shaking his head as he spoke, fighting the dizzy feeling in his brain. Slowly, Elias helped Tex slowly hobble across the darkest part of the parking lot, before finally making it to the thick treeline, the sound of traffic and several fire engine sirens rushing past. After several minutes, and several near trips into a stray muddy puddle, the two emerged from the woods and looked up and down the street. Off in the distance, the glow of a small gas station cutting the dim soft glow of the streetlights. It was a long journey toward it, but their slow three-legged race went unnoticed by anyone, and they finally came to rest on a bench in front of the station. Tex grunted as he sat down, grateful to be off his feet at last. “Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.” Fatigue started to rear its ugly head as both men tried to process the events of the past few hours. For a few minutes, neither one of them spoke or made any sound. Finally, Tex broke the silence. “I reckon we should get some supplies before moving out,” he said, never taking his eyes off the horizon. “Buuuut … neither of us is really in a condition to do some shopping.” “I was just thinking about that,” Elias said slowly. “If we buy anything with our credit cards, there will be a record of the sale when we’re supposed to be in that godforsaken facility.” This long sentence was a struggle to put together as his words continued to slur. Tex picked up on it, and observed his friend quietly. He must be drop-dead exhausted. And that wound… maybe it was poisonous, after all. “Do you have any cash?” Tex asked. Elias fished around in his pockets, and turned up a couple of old dollar bills that had been through the wash a few times. Tex had a few more that were in better shape. Putting them together, it was barely enough for at least two bottles of water, maybe something to eat, and ice. “Well, I’m feeling a little woozy, but you’ve got the twisted ankle,” Elias said with an effort. “Rock paper scissors for shopping duties?” Tex nodded thrice, and they played a round. Tex chose rock, Elias chose paper. “Tough break, bro.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m going…” Tex said in his drawl. He pushed himself up from the bench with Elias’s support, and carefully made his way to the brightly-lit entrance of the mini-mart. Elias resumed his seat on the bench, watching his friend all the way. When Tex was inside and out of sight, Elias looked up at the night sky. It was a starry night, and the quiet here was deafening. Given all the chaos of the night, this was a welcome relief. His head was filled with images that kept playing on an endless loop: Gravestone getting knocked across the room, the long tunnel to the exit, that fool Jack, and the horrible appearances of the smilers. What were those things? Why were they interested in fucking my team members? What happened to Lockjaw, to Sticks, to Patch? Why did Stag bail on us? Right at the moment, he wished he hadn’t given up smoking - a cigarette right now would do him good and maybe clear his head, give him something to do with his hands. The brain fog hadn’t let up, and Elias just put it down to fatigue and mental exhaustion. Suddenly, he heard the cheerful bell of the mini-mart’s door chime, and Tex reappeared, carrying a small sack filled with things. Tex returned to the bench, and took a comfortable seat. “Got some things for us,” he said with forced cheer. “Here, drink this.” He handed Elias a bottle of water, and then took out another for himself. Elias took a long, grateful pull from the bottle at once, and swallowed. Then he looked at the bottle in slight revulsion. “It’s perfectly anemic,” he said. “It’s wet, isn’t it?” Tex said with a glare. “Just drink it.” He continued to unpack the bag. “I got some ice for my ankle… a couple of nutritional bars they had on clearance price…” He removed the ice and set it next to him, but kept the bars in the bag, and continued to fish for things. “Aaaand… viola! A disposable phone.” He showed the prize to Elias like a child who just found his new favorite toy. “We didn’t have the cash for that!” Elias objected. “Forgot I had a couple twenties in my shirt pocket,” Tex answered triumphantly. “I get to be the hero this time.” He reached in the bag one more time, and pulled out a box of large bandages. “It’s not exactly the ER, but we can at least cover your wound with something sterile, and I can see it better in this light. Eat this, and take off your jacket.” Elias removed his jacket again, but it caused him less pain this time. He placed the garment over the back of the bench, and it slowly began to slide off. He turned his body so Tex could see the scratch fully while Tex opened the bandage. Elias opened the bar, and took a bite. The thing was hard, but something to keep him fueled. It’s supposed to be strawberry, but all I taste is grit, he thought bitterly. Tex inspected the wound. The deep gash in the skin thankfully had stopped oozing on its own, but still looked rather jagged and painful. Likely it would need stitches, but having nothing close to that, it would just have to wait until morning. Elias breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to put his damaged jacket back on, but didn’t find it where he put it. He looked around but saw no garment anywhere. Tex saw his distress, and finally asked, “Where’s your fucking jacket?” Elias stood to walk around the bench, and found himself severely unbalanced. “Whoa, easy, cowboy!” Tex said, trying to steady his friend. Elias sat back down, and felt his heart rate slightly elevated. “Whew! It feels like it’s been ages since I last got up,” Elias said with embarrassment. “There it is,” Tex said, pointing at the jacket in a rumpled pile. “It just fell under the bench.” He grabbed it, and helped Elias put it back on. “There ya go, all better. How about we call a cab?” Elias could only nod in reply. —-------- Elias’s apartment. REDACTED LOCATION. 00:10 MST. 31-OCT-20XX The cab had appeared within minutes, and Tex used up every red cent to pay the fare. He regretted he couldn’t tip the driver more than a few pennies, but promised himself he would call the cab company the next day and set it right. During the whole ride, only the driver spoke. Tex gave the barest of information as Elias drifted in and out of awareness. Glad to be home at last, Elias poured two shots of rum, and gave one to Tex, who raised his glass as if to give a toast. “To our friends who didn’t get home tonight,” he said gravely. Elias returned the toast, and they downed the shots together. It burned all the way down. Tex had his foot propped up on the coffee table with the bag of ice draped over the ankle. Elias’s head continued to throb, and the medicinal shot didn’t alleviate the uncomfortable feeling. He collected the glass from Tex and placed both in the kitchen sink. The dull sound it produced resonated like the sound of striking an anvil. Tex observed his friend as he moved around the apartment. He looked ragged and tired, his hair was a mess in all directions, and he smelled of sweat and grime as if he had been running for days. Tex didn’t imagine he looked much better, and hadn’t the heart or the vanity to locate a mirror to prove otherwise. He also noticed that Elias didn’t look like a well man. Hardly surprising, considering what we’ve been through tonight. “We should figure out what to do about all this,” Tex said awkwardly. Elias turned his gaze toward his friend, and then away as a strange vision danced into his head. Mentally he was undressing Tex, and then pounding him into the couch with a massive boner. And then it was gone - Elias felt like he was losing his grip on reality. He pinched his nose bridge between two fingers, and after removing them, he blinked at Tex. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” “What are we going to do?” Tex repeated, now with concern followed by a sudden yawn. He removed his glasses, and set them on the nearby end table. “I… I don’t know,” Elias stammered. “I can’t think right now. I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years. Can we sort this out in the morning?” “Sure, man,” Tex said sleepily. “It will still… be…” Before he knew it, Tex had fallen asleep mid-sentence on the couch, his clothes still on, his foot still elevated with the ice happily melting around it. Elias softly chuckled, and whispered, “Good night, my friend.” He removed the bag of ice, and placed it in the sink. Elias returned with a soft kitchen towel, and placed it beneath Tex’s elevated foot. Then he covered him with an afghan, and extinguished the lights. He pushed himself down the hall to the room he shared with Trevor, and completely undressed himself. Turning toward the full-length mirror, his eyes instantly went to the spot where the monster had scratched him. His mouth twisted in distaste, and he silently hoped that the wound wouldn’t get infected or worse. I’m not a medic, but Trevor can look at it tomorrow. Hopefully just a flesh wound. He turned away from the mirror; the bed looked so inviting. He crawled into the king-size bed, grateful that Trevor was working overnight in surgery and wouldn’t be home til morning. Before he could reach over and put out the lamp, Elias was asleep in an instant, lying horizontally across the bed. END OF THE FIRST ACT.

Great start!

Thanks @KinkyTallBottom! @BttmKinksterI've been pretty much fucked by only older men since I realized I was gay years ago. A couple cousins that were older than me by 5 plus years would be the closest age gap. Here's the next chapter. Sorry for any typos, I'm using my phone to write these, so I may miss something.: It was our next to last day in the mountains and Kier and I decided to go into town to eat. I put on some knee high socks on, running shorts that I stole from Ashley that made my ass pop, with the bottom of my cheeks teasing everyone when I moved in certain ways. I topped it off with a tight black tank top that showed of my thin and chiseled swimmers body quite well. I let Chuck know where we were going and he pulled me in for a deep kiss before spinning me around and pushing his fat cock aggressively into my, well...technically his, boipussy. The cold metal from his heavy PA scratching my hole and canal as he buries himself to the hilt on one strong go causing me to whimper in pain and ecstacy. "Oh, Daddy!!" "I'm gonna load you up before you go out. Maybe this will be the load that knocks you up, my little slut. After I breed you. I want you to wear this all day while you're out." He tells me as he puts a bag on the dresser I'm pressed against. "But I'm gonna put this on you before your little cock gets too hard." Charlie whispers in my ear as I feel cold metal encases my limp cock and balls. I look down to see him lock me in a black metal cage. "Don't worry, my little cum dump doesn't need that. Plus it'll go well with what's in the bag." He licks my ear age neck while he tells me this. He picks me up and throws me on the bed before he rolls me on to my back, lifts my legs on to his shoulders as his monster poz cock pushes back into my womb. He pounds my hole for 20 minutes as we make out, his musk age the smell of sex fills the air of the room. As he nears his climax he grabs both sides of my face and makes me look him in the eyes, "I'm going to knock you up, baby. But I have to tell you, your mom was the only woman I ever fucked before I accepted that I was gay, and I have to say, your ass feels so much better than her pussy ever did!" As soon as he says this, we both erupt. My seed leaking out of the cage onto my thigh, his seed flooding me deep, painting my tattered pussy with his toxic DNA. As he walked out of the room, he tossed the bag off of the dresser onto the bed next to me. I opened it to find a large black butt plug that I immediately inserted into my hole, and a low cut black thong with a very sheer hot pink front that displayed my caged cock and balls. I put the thong on and slide Ashley's booty shorts on over them. Grab Keir and we make our way into the small mountain town. ---------------- We enter one of the small tavern/restaurants in the town. It's pretty empty as we are there off hours. There's a cute cub looking guy behind the bar that is staring, fixated, on us. There's a table of three old women of in the corner and that's all we can see. We make out way to the bar and grab two stools. "I'll be with y'all in a moment." The cub tells us a he finishes getting the drinks for the old women and takes them over to their table. He's built like a highschool football linesman, but his bulk muscles have gone soft. Thick brown mustache, work boots, blue jeans and a flannel shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His shirt tucked in, with his young dad-belly looking rather sexy in his outfit. Kier and I giggle as we check him out. We make eye contact with him on his way back to the bar. He shyly looks away as though he's been caught. He glances back at my ass and licks his lips. Once he's back in the bar he asks, "We don't get many of y'all around here. At least not so obvious... what would you girls like to drink?" A second man comes out of the kitchen. A very hairy looking bear, wearing a similar outfit, but with a Harley Davidson hat on. He appears to be in his 50s with a striking similarity to the young cub. He eyes us as well and licks his lips. "We'll have two Shirley Temples. Virgin. And what do you mean by many of us?" I ask. "Gays. At least so openly obvious gay." "I see. Well why hide that we love a good dicking down when so many men need a good available hole? Do you mind we're here in your establishment?" They two men look at each other before the one from the kitchen responds, "No we don't mind. A hole is a hole, the sluttier the better. I prefer bussy to pussy myself." He adjusts his growing cock and continues, "Most people around here are homophobic to fit it, but I know all the guys wouldn't mind fucking a nice ass like yours. They'd just pretend it's their daughter or daughter's friend they're fucking or some shit they claim to hate." The young cub fixes our drinks and hands us a couple of menus. He tells the bear that he's going to hit the head, but will take care of us when he gets back. Kier watches him make his way to the restroom and makes eye contact before he disappears. Kier kisses me fully on my mouth and grabs my hand and pulls me to the bathroom. We get in and the Cub is stroking his short but thick cock at the urinal. "Thinking of us?" Kier asks before we both drop to our knees and kiss his erect cock. "Oh fuck..." is all he can reply. We both work his cock and balls together. Both of us taking turns deepthroating him. Working in unison we worship his cock as his hands push our heads into his crotch. My nose rest in his pinup bush as the head of his cock tickles my throat. Kier is licking his balls and shoves a finger into his hole to tease his special spot. I feel his cock swell and slide him out of my throat so his cock head is the only thing in my mouth as he stops from our team work. He's moaning loudly with each spurt of seed. He pulls out of my mouth and jerks the last bit onto my face. Kier comes over and we snowball his seed as we make out. Kier licks his cum off of my face and swallows it. "I see you've made use of our little cum dumps." We all look over to the door to see Mike grinning at our show.

Exactly. I had a guy that fucked me in both my daughter’s beds and he did the same thing. Wiped his cock in their panties.

Use my fag arse

Hey guys! Great Afternoon with my buddy Chase. This is one of those hot tops that fucks you so good and is able to breed you so many times that after he's spent, you want to tell THE WHOLE WORLD! Damn! 🙂 We met a few weeks ago but we've been getting together like a couple times a week since and I'm a happy boy for it! I mean, its hard for me to hold back how I feel when we're together cuz from the moment he mounts me and the way he just ever so perfectly enters me to his varied and talented thrusts that go from slow and deep to hard and fast. . . .he's a TRUE champ! Looking forward to seeing more of this guy for sure.

Jason and Jimmy were sprawled on the couch, the late afternoon sun casting lazy streaks across the room. Jason’s phone buzzed, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips as he read the message from Dan. “Looks like Dan’s interested,” Jason said, holding up the phone. Jimmy’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and challenge. “Your turn last time,” Jimmy said, leaning forward, his tone sharp but playful. “This one’s mine.” Jason raised an eyebrow, considering the proposition. Jimmy’s smirk deepened, and Jason relented, typing a quick reply. “Busy right now, but my roommate Jimmy thought you were hot. He might be interested if you are. He’s… not doing anything tonight.” Jimmy snatched the phone from Jason’s hand, reading the message with a grin. “Smooth,” he muttered, handing it back. Jason shrugged, standing up and stretching. He made a date for Dan to come over and do Jimmy in an hour. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he said, grabbing his bag. “As if,” Jimmy replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Jason rolled his eyes and headed out, leaving Jimmy alone with his anticipation. By the time Dan arrived, Jimmy was already naked, lounging on the couch with his uncut cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. The doorbell chimed, and Jimmy took a moment to savor the power of the situation before calling out, “Come in.” Dan stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to Jimmy’s exposed body. He hesitated, but Jimmy’s confident smirk put him at ease—or perhaps it was the promise of what was to come. “Bedroom’s this way,” Jimmy said, rising slowly, his cock swaying with the movement. Dan followed, his breath quickening as the reality of the situation sank in. In the bedroom, Jimmy wasted no time. He pushed Dan against the wall, his hands roaming over Dan’s body, stripping him of his clothes with practiced efficiency. Dan’s cock was already hard, and Jimmy smirked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “On your knees,” Jimmy commanded, his voice low and commanding. Dan obeyed, sinking to the floor as Jimmy stepped closer, his uncut cock hovering just above Dan’s lips. “Deep throat it,” Jimmy ordered, gripping the base of his shaft. Dan opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head and slowly taking more, his throat constricting as he swallowed Jimmy’s length. Jimmy groaned, thrusting gently at first, then harder, his hips snapping forward as Dan gagged softly, his eyes watering with the effort, staring upward at the large biohazard tat over Jimmy's heart. “Good boy,” Jimmy murmured, pulling out and stroking Dan’s hair. “But we’re not done yet.” Jimmy pushed Dan onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path down Dan’s chest, pausing to lick and suck at his nipples before continuing southward. Dan squirmed, his breath hitching as Jimmy’s mouth hovered over his cock, teasing but not touching. “Please,” Dan whispered, his voice desperate. Jimmy smirked, finally taking Dan’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the head. Dan moaned, his hands tangling in Jimmy’s hair as he thrust his hips upward, seeking more friction. Jimmy hummed, the vibration sending shivers through Dan’s body. But Jimmy wasn’t done. He pulled away, positioning himself between Dan’s legs. “Time for the main event,” he said, lining his cock up with Dan’s hole. He pressed forward slowly, savoring the resistance before pushing in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Dan gasped, his body tightening around Jimmy’s cock as he adjusted to the intrusion. “Fuck,” Dan breathed, his voice trembling. Jimmy began to thrust, his movements deliberate and relentless. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, his uncut cock sliding deep into Dan’s ass. “You like that, don’t you?” Jimmy taunted, his voice rough with desire. “Like being filled up, used?” Dan could only nod, his mouth falling open as Jimmy’s thrusts grew harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the room. Jimmy reached down, gripping Dan’s cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. "On your stomach now," Jimmy said, pulling out of Dan's ass. “Suck it,” Jimmy commanded, pulling out abruptly. Dan didn’t hesitate, leaning forward to take Jimmy’s cock back into his mouth, his lips stretching around the head as Jimmy fucked his face. Jimmy groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him as he thrust in and out of his mouth. “Not done yet,” Jimmy growled, pushing Dan back onto the bed. He flipped Dan onto his stomach, spreading his legs wide and pressing back inside, his cock sliding effortlessly into Dan’s stretched hole. Jimmy’s thrusts were savage now, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into Dan from behind. “Gonna cum,” Dan choked out, his voice strained. “Not yet,” Jimmy snapped, reaching around to grip Dan’s cock tightly. He stroked in time with his thrusts, his other hand slapping Dan’s ass as he fucked him relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies—wet slaps, heavy breathing, and the occasional moan. Jimmy’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock twitching as he neared the edge. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Gonna plant my seed deep in your ass.” With a final, brutal thrust, Jimmy came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his load past Dan’s second ring. Dan cried out, his own orgasm crashing over him as Jimmy’s hand tightened around his cock, milking him dry. Jimmy collapsed onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pulled out, his softening cock slipping free of Dan’s hole. Dan lay still, his body trembling with the aftermath of pleasure. Jimmy rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “You poz?” he asked casually, his tone belying the intensity of the moment. Dan shook his head, his voice hoarse. “No.” Jimmy feigned surprise, his eyebrow arching. “Really? I’d’ve pegged you for a poz slut, the way you were begging for it.” Dan flushed, but he didn’t deny it. Jimmy smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Get dressed,” he said, his tone dismissive. “Time for you to go.” Dan nodded, climbing off the bed and pulling on his clothes. Jimmy watched him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. By the time Dan left, Jimmy was already lounging on the bed, his phone in hand, scrolling through messages as if nothing had happened. Jason returned later that evening, finding Jimmy in the living room, a smug expression on his face. “How was the baths?” Jimmy asked, his tone deceptively casual. “Relaxing,” Jason replied, raising an eyebrow. “You?” Jimmy grinned, leaning back on the couch. “Planted my seed in Dan’s ass,” he said, his voice low. “And THE seed in his mind.” Jason’s smiled. "Told him he took cock like a sexy poz slut," Jimmy’s smirk deepened, but he said nothing more, leaving the future open to interpretation. The room fell quiet, as the two of them considered their next moves.

I sat on the sofa and took the blonde’s dick down my throat as uncle positioned himself behind the young stud. As I gorged myself on the tan muscle boy cock my uncle began to move his giant dick-stained meat up and down the young stud’s crack and then slowly worked it into his spit lubed hole. My uncle pushed the jock’s head down while pulling his ass closer in and deeper down his shaft. As he did, I stood up, and the power-fuck began. As he squirmed in delight, with the man cock in his hole, the stud continued to suck my cock. This spit-roast continued unabated until sweaty hot, it was time for another shot of whiskey and poppers. I pulled from his mouth and stumbled into the kitchen to down some whiskey and snort more poppers. Now flying, returning I noticed the wrestler now sitting on the sofa. His lustful glance insisted that I was now to be the pig. I bent over and again began to suck that wrestler cock which was now dripping warm precum, my tongue lapping up every salty drip. As I did I felt against my hole the lubed shaft of raw meat. I slowly swallowed the blonde stud cock and allowed my hole to open wide. Though the initial pain caused me to gasp, I loosened to receive balls deep that monster man cock I had lusted for. My stud uncle grabbed my hips and began to work my hole, first slowly, rocking side to side and back and forth, and then furiously. He knew exactly how to pile drive without letting you cum. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass rang in my ears. First clearly, then after my hole loosened up, the sound of a sloppy fuck. Needing to recharge, as my uncle pulled out of my hole, the blonde stud pulled out of my throat and they exited for the kitchen, whiskey and poppers.

(continued) The next thing I knew, right in front of me he leaned forward and stuffed his tongue in my uncle’s mouth and grabbed his crotch. My uncle returned the kiss and then it was too much to resist. I leaned forward to begin a threesome. Now, after the drinks at the reception and shots of whiskey, with a raging hardon, I reached over and began to tweak my uncle’s nipples. He reached over and swiftly popped the top button on my jeans. The only one with a shirt on, I quickly stood and removed my shirt. As I did this my uncle stood and pressed himself into the blonde. I couldn’t resist, I dropped to my knees, pulled the blondes boxers down and began to service him. The sweet salty taste of his precum coated my tongue. While gorging myself on the young wrestler’s thick 8.5” thick cock, with my right hand I unbuttoned the jeans of my uncle and as his jeans fell to the floor he stepped out of them revealing his massive 9” man cock. That meat, which had ravaged countless holes in the dungeon, was now staring me down. It was mine for the taking. Pivoting my head, I let the young stud’s cock slip from my mouth and opened wide to swallow the main course. While stroking the wrestler tool with my left hand, with my right I massaged my uncle’s well-worn cock in and out of my mouth making sure my tongue swirled around as much of the shaft as my mouth could take. While they kissed I continued to switch back and forth between the two tree trunks. Needing a breath, I stood and reached for the whiskey, this time straight from the bottle. I took a slug and passed it to the young jock and then my uncle. Going commando that night, I stood and stripped from my pants. As I began to lick my uncle’s rockhard chest, biting his nipples, the wrestler placed the whiskey bottle on the kitchen table, turned for the front room, and quickly returned with a bottle of poppers.

I've had a few now. I feel all the emotions from regret to incredibly horny. It goes in cycles as the cocks cum and go. It's always super hot at the beginning. Everyone is horny and the cocks are eager to get in a hole. Lots of slapping, verbal and kinks. My the middle of inevitably turns vanilla with guy after guy just fucking. (Not complaining) But it definitely picks up towards the end as the pace picks up and guys need to cum. That's when the kinks pick up again. My man installed two parallel bars on the wall that runs n perpendicular to the floor. I think they're meant for a shower. Then he installed a little shelf below them. This allows me to grab the bars, put my feet on the shelf, and squat suspended above the floor at ideal cock height. They can take control or I can bounce on their cocks for a long time because of the hand holds. It's a nice addition to our fuck room.

After a few years of being fingered by a family member, and sucking boys after school, by age 16 I was so ready to go further & try to get a real dick up my bum and I was lucky enough to run into a mate from school (same age as me) who was at the public toilets with his older friend (he was mid 20s) and they were happy to help out and I was not going to refuse, school mate was the first to slide in my rectum, he was bigger than me and he insisted on bareback and loading me, and I have never looked back, and yes his mate was so excited and he was hot for sloppy seconds so I sat on his too, and he was very well endowed to, but he was very happy to shoot quickly, I was feeling very full and very sore afterwards, but I still loved it 😈.

Nope but I was at my local bathhouse and they have a GH room, I had the guy sucking my cock and I asked if he wanted my piss, he said no. I thought if you rented a GH room you would expect someone to piss in/on you.

This isn't my story but one told to me by a buddy. He's happy for me to share. I may add some additional parts after but they'll just be my fantasies. Names have been changed and locations altered. This is a bit of a slow burner but it does get good. I'm just trying to recount what I was told in as much detail as possible. At nineteen Dave dropped out of university in his first year. Having gotten through secondary school with the help of his teachers he thought he was safe enough to drink his way through college and pass too. Unfortunately that plan didn't work out, nor did the back up plan of becoming a professional rugby player. Dave played through school and college and was good but just not good enough. But, because of his sports days he was a built lad; 5ft 10, broad, short cropped fair haired and blue eyes. He didn't have a six pack but is built like a brick shit house. Between his looks qnd popularity he never had an issue pulling girls but he had always been curious since mutually wanking with a mate when he was in his early teens. He figured it was just a phase but still always took a peek in the showers and admired guys on nights out. Anyway after leaving college he retuened home to his small, fairly rural, Irish town. His parents didn't take long to get sick of his lack of motivation and, after a couple of weeks his father arranged for him to do an apprenticeship in carpentry with a guy he knew through his own work. Dave was gutted, he hadn't much interest but agreed when he was basically told it was that or get out and fend for himself. About a week after he was given the news Dave met his new boss Niall. Niall was in his early 30s, about 6ft, lean but muscular body, dark hair, deep brown eyes and a decent 5 o'clock shadow. Dave remembers feeling odd the first time he met Niall, he didn't realise it was attraction at the time, just figured it was admiration for the guy who looked so well kept. "Alright lad, how's it goin?" Niall stuck out his hand to greet Dave. "Uh grand thanks" came the younger man's reply. "So your father tells me you're interested in carpentry, have you done much of it before?" Niall enquired. "Just a bit in school, and a couple of bits at home, but I was decent enough" said Dave. Niall just laughed and, after some conversation they agreed that Dave would assist with helping to finish off a kitchen unit for the week and, after that they'd see how if Dave would stay on. The project was a success, Dave impressed Niall and surprised himself at how much he enjoyed the work. Niall was quite an easy going guy and they got on well. Usually Friday's included a couple of pints after work before Niall dropped Dave home. During this time the two got to know each other well. Niall heard about Dave's rugby "career" and that he hadn't a steady girlfriend since secondary school, he figured college would provide plenty of women. In turn Dave learned that Niall had previously been engaged but it didn't work out. He had his own place on the outskirts of town and was fond of a bit of weed every now and then to relax. It was on one of those Fridays that things got interesting. After a particularly long day Niall said he felt like something stronger and took a joint out of the pocket of hos van. "You don't mind?", he asked Dave. "Nah man you're fine". "You wanna drag?" Dave was unsure, he'd never tried weed, or any drugs, but Niall reassured him it'd be fine. Dave always seemed to find it hard to say no Niall and took his first puff. "Trust me, it's great for the wind down" Niall told him. The two then discussed weekend plans; Dave's buddies all had deadlines for college so he was having a quiet one. Niall suggested he join him in town, he was going to watch a match and figured Dave might be up for it. Dave agreed but he had training that Saturday and would be running late. "No hassle" Dave told him, bring your stuff, you can shower and change at mine". Saturday came and it was a miserable day, non stop rain from morning. By the time Dave finished training he was soaked and miserable. He wasn't in much of a mood go to Niall's but felt obliged. When he pulled up, Niall answered the door in tight black t-shirt that showed off his body, grey joggers and white socks. "Fuck, you look like a drown rat" he said as Dave came in. He showed him to the bathroom and how to use the shower. I'll continue with the story later. There is chem play coming but like I say this took time to kick off.

Finally Dave was released and the fingers extracted from his now stretched hole. A moan escaped his lips as he looked at the face looking back at him. Tommo was hungry for the you man now. He'd toyed with him, got him in the mood and it was time. Moving carefully but quickly he lifted Dave and adjusted his own position so that the younger man was lowered directly onto Tommo's waiting cock. At this stage he was so rigid and slick, from the combination of precum and sweat, he entered Dave with ease. Dave's eyes quickly rolled to the back of his head as he threw his face into Tommo's neck, slowly nuzzling it to stop himself screaming. "That's it buddy, just relax" Tommo purred into Dave's ear as he began to move hips up and down slowly. Both men were lost in pleasure, Tommo could feel Dave's hole gripping his shaft tightly as he entered. He knew that the lad was still new to being fucked and wanted to ensure it was as good for both men. "Mmmm that's it Davey boy, you have some hole on you, you're such a fuckin' ride", Tommo couldn't help but be verbal, he was loving being inside the young rugger. Bit by bit Dave relaxed allowing more and more of Tommo's cock to go into him before he fully got through Dave's inner ring and bottoming out. Dave moaned into the older man's neck as the mix of discomfort and pleasure surged through his body. He was becoming more and more accustomed to bottoming, appreciating the feeling of having a thick cock filling his almost virgin hole. Tommo could feel it too and smiled to himself, "Now" he thought, "It's go time!" Tommo began thrusting with increasing speed as he held on to Dave, his hands firmly on Dave's hips moving back and forth to this thighs. He ensured Dave's cock got attention too, got to keep him in the mood, edging him using his belly to stimulate the younger lad's penis. As he got into his groove Tommo started to really pick up the pace. By now the previous silence was replaced with Dave's groans as Tommo's cock squelched in and out in rapid succession. The spit, lube, cum and sweat of the night had built up to form a liquid that allowed smooth thrusts to be unimpeded into Dave's anal cavity. Both men could feel the height as their need to shoot was overwhelming. "God Dave...you..are..such a good fuck" Tommo was barely able to string a sentence together due to the physical exertion he was under.

I hated my job. We've all been there; that job you loved the look of, the honeymoon phase lasts about a year, and then suddenly it isn't the same. People come and go, management changes, your responsibilities go through the roof. Before you know it, the job you thought you'd be at 'til you retired is suddenly the job you can't get out of fast enough. Yep, I was there. And so, after just four years, I was on the hunt. I needed a job that didn't make me a bitch. And oh was I a bitch thanks to this one. My now-ex had had enough and broken up with me about six months prior. It was probably for the best, since we didn't exactly mesh. The lust factor was there of course, but emotionally we didn't have that spark. I'll spare you the details of the search, but eventually I found a new position; it was a remote job, one where I could work from home, have no commute, flexibility in my hours, and--most importantly--no dress code. And the best part? It was nearly $30K more a year. Sold! I spent the first several months getting up to speed with my new teammates. As a project manager, it's important not just to get to know the projects you'll be overseeing and guiding, but the people you'll be working with as well. More than half of working a successful project across the finish line is managing people: their expectations, their needs, their wants, understanding their approaches so you can balance all the aspects of the work that needs to get done. While I was enjoying my new job (again, remember it's hard to hate a job you were excited to get, at least for that first year) I spent my weekends and the occasional evening trying to get out of the condo. The downside to working from home and being constantly tied to your desk with a headset is you get zero exercise. And while I have always prided myself on keeping in-shape, riding a desk can be just asking to fall off the wagon. So I started making it a point to get outside as much as possible: for a run, a bike ride, a hike in the woods nearby. I made sure I wasn't going to get soft. So before I go any further, a little about myself: my name is Reid, I'm 27 years old, stand exactly 6', and weight in around 175 pounds. I dont sport the most defined abs, but I'm well toned and have a pretty slender build; short, cropped, dark blonde hair that almost looks brown, and blue-green eyes, with usually a day or two's worth of scruff. Quite a catch I think, and from the times I'd been out at the gym and bars pre-COVID and the glances that would come my way, pretty decent-looking I'd say. Of course I'm also slightly on the introverted side, so a tad quieter compared to my energetic and somewhat boisterous gang of friends. (More about them later.) It was a warm, sunny Thursday evening where my story begins. I headed out the door for a run, but soon decided I wasn't feeling it and headed at a slow jog for the nearby woods. My complex sits right along one of those rural rail trails, and at points along the main path you'll find trails that head up the hills that the old railroad used to cut through. I've explored a number of them, but they're often what you'd expect--an interconnected web of dirt paths that eventually tie into each other. A half-mile of trail that's new before you circle back to a path you've explored previously. Not that I mind of course, part of what I love about the trails is the workout from the steep climb some of them take. And most go deep into underbrush that secludes them, especially in the summer when the foliage is fully grown in. So this particular evening I picked a trailhead I'd checked out before, but one that had a branch-off I hadn't yet explored. It took me about ten minutes to reach the fork, and off I headed to the right to see where this direction would lead. This trail turned out to be a much more winding and occasionally steep trail than most of the ones I had climbed, and after a while I had to pause to take a quick rest. I'd had my earbuds in, listening to some music as I worked my way up, so I took them out and took a moment to inhale deeply and look around and listen. I love the smell of the woods, still slightly musty after a recent rain (like we'd had last night), and the energetic chirping of the birds that you couldn't see but knew were all around you. There was a fallen tree to the side of the small, open area I had stopped in, so I went over and had a seat, figuring I'd be back up and climbing higher within a few minutes. "Hey there!" Holy shit, I literally jumped half off the fallen log at my surprise at hearing the voice. "Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to scare the shit out of ya. You must have been in you're own little world there." I turned to face the source of that voice, and found myself looking at a beast of a man, standing probably a good three inches taller than me, heavily muscled (like a beefy linebacker), and sporting a deep red--almost maroon--tank top. The salt-and-pepper chest hair that spread out from underneath it matched the flattop haircut and trim goatee he sported. I'd guess he was probably in his 50s, and he clearly spent more time than most at the gym keeping his body. Pausing a moment to compose myself, I eventually forced out the words to get the conversation started, in something of a stutter. "Um, yeah, sorry. I didn't realize anyone else was around here. I thought I'd check out a new trail this evening, and it's quite the climb." "Sure is," he responded. "It's one of my favorites, but I've noticed most people who try it tend not to come back this way again. They prefer the trails that don't test them quite as much." "I can probably understand why," I agreed. Even in my pretty good shape I had need to stop for a momentary break, I could only imagine how this trail must chew up and spit out those who weren't prepared for it. "So what do you think? Has it kicked your ass too?" my fellow hiker inquired. "No, not really. It was definitely more than what I expected, but I like a trail that will push me now and then when I need it. I don't always like an easy hike," I replied. "Well, I was on my way back down, but if you'd like, I can head back up with you if you want someone to show you further up?" he offered. It would have been rude for me to refuse, and he wasn't the worst looking guy I've seen. Perhaps a tad older than what usually peaked my interest, but there was something about him that both put me at ease and intrigued me. I chalked it up to finding someone who seemed easy to talk to and enjoyed an activity that I did as well, and decided to take him up on his gesture. "Sure, probably wouldn't hurt to have someone who knows the path, especially if it gets to be any tougher a climb!" "Great! I'm Gerry by the way, though most people just call me 'G' for short," he said, extending his hand and introducing himself. "Reid, nice to meet you," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. As our hands clasped in that typical form of greeting, I felt a strange sensation wash over me as my hand made contact with his. It was warm, slightly sweaty as you would expect, but I felt my pulse oddly quicken in excitement. Again, I chalked it up to the thrill of the trail ahead. Having introduced ourselves, we started up the next leg of beaten down dirth path. It was, as I suspected, just as exerting a climb as the first portion had been, but at least I had someone along to pace myself against, keeping me from slowing down or going easy. We seemed to attack the climb, moving deliberately and steadily. Occasionally Gerry, I mean G, would alert me to a trip hazard or potential loose footing danger from his position ahead. He clearly knew this trail, and I marveled at how he seemed so at ease on it. Clearly he wasn't kidding about most folks not wanting to hike this deep woods, high mountain path simply give the energy it took. We went for probably 25 minutes before we came to another small opening. The trail ahead seemed to level from this point for a bit as it disappeared into the trees. We took the opportunity to pause and strike up a conversation again. "So are you new around here?" G asked me. "I've been here about a year now. Moved here with the boyfriend, but we broke up about six months ago, so I've only been out exploring the trails for the last couple months," I explained, not even thinking that I had casually informed him of my sexuality. "Boyfriend eh? Sorry to hear you two broke up, but you seem like a decent guy. Guess he was the problem half," he said, locking eyes with me. "My partner passed away last year, so I know what it means to find yourself out and about solo. He loved the trails around here. Hell, he loved the trails anywhere he could find them." The conversation was so natural. I didn't even find myself surprised at this beefy, muscled man coming out to me either, as if both of us having male-on-male desires was completely normal. As it is. "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Was it unexpected, or was it... Covid?" "Not unexpected," he replied. "He'd been dealing with some health issues, and in the end they were too much. He had a good life, we enjoyed our time together. There are days I miss him, but I'm fortunate to have known him for almost 20 years, so I hold onto the good memories and try to be happy when I remember." I could tell there was still a part of him that missed his former partner, as by the end of his words his gaze had moved off into the distance. I felt a bit of sadness for him. "But enough about the mushy stuff, what about you? Any new prospects since your breakup?" he asked with a chuckle. "Nah, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything serious yet. I'm enjoying having time for myself, doing what I want, when I want, wherever I want." "And doing... whomever you want?" he smirked at me. I blushed. I hadn't had sex since the ex and I broke up. Some days I just didn't care, and others my hand had usually sufficed. But every now and then... "Nah, no sex in a long time." "Shame. Paul and I had sex all the time, more than a few times on the trail right here!" he laughed. "Since it's always been a pretty quiet trail, never had to really worry about anyone stumbling across us." It was as if he read my mind, poised to ask him just that question about being discovered by passers-by. A quick glance confirmed that this was indeed a secluded spot, and the time and effort it had taken to arrive here would have deterred all but the most ardent climbers, and that was assuming they even noticed this particular branch of the trails to begin with. I found myself imagining where in the clearing would have been "the spot" to do it, before his voice drew me back. "Ever had outdoor sex?" He had an almost mischievous grin on his face, as if he was daring me to say "yes." But I couldn't, because in the time we'd been together Shawn and I had never done anything remotely risque; quite the opposite in fact, our sex had been pretty vanilla. And I must have turned red at the question, because before I could muster up the courage to say I hadn't, he jumped right back in. "Ever WANTED to have outdoor sex?" Honestly? I had never really thought about it. And I answered him truthfully. "I've never really given it any thought. I mean, it sounds hot, I guess I've just always played it safe when it came to the who's and the wheres," I replied. And that's when I--laughingly and jokingly, or so I thought at the time--asked that fateful question that would, unbeknownst to me in the moment, change the course of my life forever. "Why? You offering?" "Hell yeah, I would!" He had caught me off-guard with his reply. And yet again, I made what would be--in hindsight--a pivotal choice. I got up, stood in front of him, and with as much courage as I could muster, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "prove it!"

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Not at all. Sorry if it came across as scolding. And I meant to say "old stories." He wrote this a long time ago (10 years). But this author hasn't been on this site for a long time, so it won't get added to. You can tell when someone last logged in by looking at their profile. Don't get me wrong, it's one of my ALL TIME favorites, even more than some of my own stories. He wrote some really really good stories.

I can only echo the absolute dated feel of BBRT. No one has done frame navigation since the late 90's, and there's a reason for that. We have better development tools but apparently BBRT won't spring for a site update that uses them. And while people knock on BBRT for 'Oinks', Adam4Adam is even worse in many cases with its 'Winks' (I know, here's SoN complaining about A4A again, will he ever give it up?). I can count at least 5 or 6 winks per day from non-pic/limited-effort profiles or those who have descriptions that make it seem like the Gay eHarmony. I've stopped responding. I concur with @ellentonboy on NKP. It's either more fetish based or more focused on 'pigs' and 'parTyinG'. They do seem lacking with their Groups implementation, so if you see a Group don't get too excited. There are only a few Poz Groups over there, most are blue ballers from what I gather. I wonder how BZ would do if it enhanced their current search capacity to be more friendly to people trying to meet. Forums are great and an organic way to foster friendships or hookups, but there's already some search capacity here that could be leveraged for hooking up. Seems like there's a missed opportunity.

Although with BBRT - you know everyone is looking for raw sex my problem Recon there is no way to easily search for other guys into BB Recon is still stuck in the 90’s with their “safe sex” category… they ignore completely that bareback sex - if the bottom is on PrEP, or if at least one of the guys is poz and on meds so is undetectable…. is really safe So being an undetectable barebacker …. I could fill in “Safe sex =‘Always” - but guys searching for other Barebackers will not find me and I am offended by thier “safe sex = never” unless they mean that for viral guys who only fuck raw we need to start a campaign to get recon to change “safe sex” to “condom use”

Wow. Just wow. that’s why I try to not park in front of a hookups place where it is my first time. My car had noticeable decals on it so last thing I need is for somebody to find me bc I bounced once I noticed something odd in their messages. I always double check my messages too before I say I parked. I’m not going to walk up and be surprised when there is an extra person or more there that we didn’t discuss or anything else…

I ran into something similar last week. Some dude agreed to hook up off Sniffies here in NOLA and then messaged me ON THE WAY TO HIS HOUSE telling me he wanted me to pick up an Apple gift card "for his kids" to keep them occupied WHILE WE HAD SEX in the other room. That was a huge huge huge huge nope. Luckily I saw the message BEFORE I got to his house, so turned around and went home. BLOCK BLOCK BLOCKITY BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK.

I take one more look at his ID. And say, ok do u understand my cum is toxic viral. He moans and says, yes daddy Ive been wanting this since my brother got me into poz porn. Then his best friend would just hump my butt with his poz cock. But no one will penetrate me. We boy your hole is now mine. I go balls deep no letting back. The tightest hole I have ever had the pleasure of sliding into. Omg it hurts, he says, but begged for more. I look down to my cock with streaks of pink, got me throbbing so I pounding and stretching that boy hole for a good 1hr. His wrecked hole gushing my precum out. I grab his lil hips and break thru that second hole and that's where I shot 5 ropes of bloody cum. After I unload I stay inside him as I gently kiss his lips. Grab his tiny neck and pull him to me, Now who's hole is this, Its all yours daddy. Good boy now clean my cock. On his knees in seconds. He now lives with me. I couldn't let that hot thing out my site.

She can and she's thinking the same thing.

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Auzy stepped out of the shower, his blond hair dripping wet, drops of water falling down his chiseled physique. He was a sexy specimen of a young man, with broad shoulders, and muscles that gave him a twunk look! (Image 1) At 21, he had a full-ride football scholarship and always got everything he wanted which made him into a cocky, entitled jock who made him think that he was top dog. As he towel-dried himself off, he stood in front of the mirror and admired his hung cock swinging between his legs then flexed his arm impressed with how muscular he was. (Image 2) He had just moved into a house on Maple Street, a short distance from the campus. The house was owned by a man named Rob, a 56-year-old overweight and somewhat introverted individual. Auzy thought he got such a great deal on a place to stay but little did he know that the reason it was so cheap was to lure him into moving into the building where Rob had nefarious plans for him. Over the next few weeks, Auzy settled into a routine of classes, football practice. Studying didn’t leave much time for getting any pussy which was never a problem for him. One evening, after a long day of practice, Auzy decided to take a shower. As he stepped into the shower he started playing with his thick cock wishing he had some pussy to fuck. (Image 3) He had been so busy lately that he hadn’t had a chance to relieve his pent-up sexual frustration. He stroked himself slowly at first, savoring the feeling of the nice piece of meat he was proud of. But as his arousal grew, he began to pump his shaft faster and harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. At last he shot his huge load all over the shower getting cum all over. Then he let go of his cock and started to rinse off. (Image 4) He was so happy to be hung. A lot of his football friends were growers but Auzy was definitely a shower and enjoying shoving it in peoples faces in the locker room after practice to show he was alpha. In the locker room he would be all sweaty which made him look so much more sexy. It wasn’t long until one day his landlord came over and said that he needed to talk to him and that it was important. (Image 5) Auzy was annoyed that the fat fuck was making him waste time when he could be at the gym training. When the landlord came in he pulled out his phone and showed Auzy naked photos and also pics of him jerking off. This was super bad!! He could lose everything he worked for including his scholarship! He grabbed the landlord by the shirt and said “What the fuck dude! Delete these or I will kick the living shit out of you!” He quickly responded with “easy I already sent these to a friend and if you even dare to hurt me in any way he will send them to your school and you will be expelled!” He was right! As easy as it would be to overpower him this fat prick had the upper hand. “What do you want?” Auzy asked “You need to learn you’re not the top dog! These muscles you have are meant to serve. And please me!” He said with an evil grin. “I will be in touch” he said then handed Auzy a box and left. In the box were sexy undies! There was a note that said take pics in these sexy undies and send it to me in the next hour. One of the undies was a mesh white. He didn’t want to do this! But he had no choice. If Rob posted those pics pretending to be him and my football coach saw them Auzy would lose his scholarship! He needed to play along for now until he could find a way out of this. Auzy hurried and put of the white mesh underwear and took a pic of himself. Rob quickly texted back saying “what the hell is that! (Image 6) Get into the shower with them and take a pic from below so I can see that nice bulge you are packing!” “Why” Auzy asked. Then Rob said “if you ever ask why again I will send these pics to everyone you know! Now fucking do it!” With no choice Auzy got into the shower and got a pic of himself all soaked in the underwear. “O ya that is such a great bulge you have on you stud! Might just have to put it in a cock cage and teach you some self discipline! (Image 7) Teach you who is the new alpha! Now go put on the orange ones and show me that ass!” Auzy felt so humiliated and not in control! He was always the alpha and never had to worry about people treating him like this. He slid the orange underwear on that showed of his juicy ass and set up the camera with a timer to take a pic. While trying to take the picture Rob texted “What is taking so long?” And Auzy said “one sec” He replied with “From now on call me master!”“There you go” Auzy said as he sent the picture. (Image 😎 And the fat [banned word] said “there you go what?” I swallowed my pride and texted back “There you go master.” “That is more like it he said! Daddy wants to tame that ass damn! Your ass was made to take cock. You will be my good muscle slut whether you like it or not. I will be in touch soon. In the meantime put on the blue undies and take a pic and send a video of you playing and stretching that juicy ass apart!” “Fuck if you are a good boy I might just leave the beautiful bulge uncaged!” (Image 9) END OF PART 1 This is part one of a series I am making. Unfortunately all of the pics that I wanted for this story wouldn’t fit but I posted the whole story with the pics on X as well at [think before following links] https://twitter.com/JuicyAuzy. These pics are real pics of me playing the character of Auzy. My email is auzyawesome5221@yahoo.com so please feel free to reach out and let me know what ideas you have for Auzy’s future then I take pics and vids to reenact his journey.

Oh my goodness! I just got back from an amazing holiday where I binge-read all the episodes! I'm absolutely obsessed! I know this isn’t your typical Hallmark movie, but I can’t help but fantasize about Mark swooping in and sweeping Jake off his feet! Can’t wait for the next episode 🐾💙

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@verbalBTTM If you think what I wrote is "blaming the President", then perhaps a new POV is in order. I think stating the facts that Donny spews out vile shit about anyone he is angry with is hardly "blame". Describing what we can hear and see on a daily basis wouldn't be blame. It is just accurately describing what is, much like the sun is either shining on our side or the other side of our planet. That others are replicating his behavior is also an observable fact, not an opinion. What makes you think I live in a community of like minded people. I am the non maga guy in magaland. Most who choose to be in municipal government here are aware of facts. We have to be. My peers in local government are non partisan. Again, we simply can't afford to be. As far as the guy who went off on me, my response was direct. His premise that my sucking him off would certainly infect him and that I should be arrested just for bringing that up obviously reflects what's going on in DC. But it isn't like our society in my lifetime hasn't been here before. We'll get through it. I am disappointed though to see the increase in stigma once again based upon fear rather than facts.

Hey guys. I decided to write another series. Currently, this series is meant to have 11 parts. One safe sex twink's journey to being a bareback bottom. He's 22 when we begin. It's 1999. He's grown up his whole life hearing nothing but safe sex lectures and only having sex with condoms, even with boyfriends. He has just finished college and started a job. He's 6' tall, 170 lbs, flat stomach (but he thinks he's too fat), runs and works out, blonde, curly floppy hair and blue eyes. He's hot and sexy (but he thinks he's average). Part 1 Matt is at his third bar of the night. This one is a club. Small, only gets started after 2am. Techno and EDM are blasting. Matt is in tight jeans and a shirt that hugs his pecs and shoulders. He's dancing. Drink in hand. Matt is drunk and having fun. Matt loves coming to this bar. He always hooks up here. Guys are drunk and horny. The music is sexy. Matt is usually on his back or doggy getting some guy's condom covered cock stuffed inside him by 5am. He loves coming here. Matt scans the room. His friends are dancing with him. Everyone is looking to hook up. He can feel that sexual energy. It makes Matt dance harder. A space opens on a box just in front of him. It's about 3 feet off the ground. Matt hops on and keeps dancing. Dancing above his friends now. The box is kinda crowded but not terribly. He can definitely move his hips. Looking around the room; Matt sees familiar faces. Guys who have fucked him. Guys he has made out with. Guys he has danced with previously. Guys he just knows from seeing their faces in the bars and clubs. There are a few guys Matt would love to go home with tonight. The red head with the rockin body; or the Latin guy with that sexy accent Matt spoke with in the line waiting to get in the club; or the dark haired, geek chic guy who is sexy as fuck. He's scanning the crowd. Enjoying what he sees. Matt let's loose to dance some more. A few minutes into dancing Matt feels a body next to his on the box. He looks at the guy. It's geek chic. Matt smiles. Geek chic smiles back. They dance together front to front. Geek chic turns Matt around. They grind together for a bit on the box. Matt feels the guy is hot for him. A cock is pressing on his ass. Matt grinds back on the cock. The guy gets harder. Geek's hands are all over Matt. Matt is feeling the guy behind him on his hips and legs. He feels more solid than he looks. Matt turns around and introduces himself. He doesn't catch the guy's name (too loud in the club). Matt says, "Let's get drinks." The two of them hop off the box and make it to one of the bars. The line is ridiculous, as always in the club, so it takes awhile to get drinks. The guys talk. Matt finds out the geek is a grad student, lives close by, and is versatile. The guy convinces Matt to undo his tight jeans so the guy can feel his ass. Matt does it. By the time Matt has ordered drinks, the geek has two fingers in Matt's ass. They kiss at the bar. The geek says, "finish your drink and lets fuck." Matt finishes his drink like a shot. So does the geek. They both say goodnight to their friends and it's off to the geek's place. Less than a 10 minute walk later, Matt is in the geek's apartment. Books everywhere, a decent view, and a mattress and box spring on the floor. The guys are so sweaty. It's August. The geek turns on the air conditioning, but it's a window unit. The geek takes off his shirt. Matt takes off his shirt. They kiss. Geek pushes Matt on the bed and clothes come off - shoes, socks, jeans, underwear. Matt thinks the geek is super sexy. The feeling is mutual. Matt is sucking the geek's cock. The geek is telling Matt he gives great head. The geek pulls Matt off his cock and rolls him onto his back. The geek gets Matt's legs up and is making out with Matt. Their cocks are sword fighting. The geek moves his cock between Matt's ass cheeks. Matt moans as the cock rubs his hole. Matt is going to get fucked soon. Matt looks over, condoms on the bookcase next to them, lube right there, he's comfortable. No worries here. The geek is a safe sex guy just like him. Matt kisses the geek hard. The geek and Matt reposition so the geek can make out with Matt and rub his cock all along Matt's ass crack and hole. Matt moans again. The geek'c cock is about 6.5" and thick. It's going to take a minute to adjust, or so Matt thinks. Matt knows he's tight. Guys tell him that all the time. Matt kisses the geek and the cock is rubbing his hole. They are so sweaty that the geek's sweat is dripping onto Matt. While they are kissing, it happens. The geek's cock slides right into Matt's ass half way. Matt and the geek are both surprised. Matt says, "Fuck that's never happened before." The geek slides in more. Matt grabs the geeks ass. The geek looks at Matt questioningly. Matt says, "keep fucking me." Geek fucks Matt good. Matt is moaning and grunting as his legs are on the geek's shoulders. Geek says, "My cock feels so good in you bareback." Matt says, "Keep fucking my ass." Geek fucks Matt so hard that Matt slides off the mattress onto the floor. Matt's ass is still up on the mattress, but his shoulders and neck are on the floor. He's looking up at the geek. The geek keeps fucking Matt. Matt is jerking his cock. The geek is sliding his cock all the way in and out of Matt's ass. Matt sees that cock has no condom on it every time the geek pulls it out. The geek keeps watching Matt as he is getting fucked. Matt is loving it. Matt is moaning like a slut now. Matt says, "No cock has ever felt this good in my ass." Geek says, "That's because I'm fucking your slut ass bareback." Matt says, "Feels so good." Geek fucks Matt a few minutes longer and cums deep in Matt's ass. Matt's eyes go wide. FUCK! A guy just came inside him bareback. The cums feels so warm. Matt's cock jerks in his hand and sprays cum all over his twink body and face. Matt and the geek get in bed together. They sleep together. Matt and the geek make out and Matt tries to fuck the geek bareback the next morning. The geek won't let him. Says he doesn't usually bareback. Matt says he doesn't either. Matt says the geek was his first bareback fuck. The geek doesn't believe Matt and Matt can see it on his face. The geek and Matt swap head. Matt swallows. The geek does not swallow. Matt goes home in the morning with the geek's cum still in his ass. Matt knows what he did with the geek was slutty and not safe. But Matt knows that he wants to get fucked bareback again. Matt tells himself he will just have to save bareback fucking for his next boyfriend. He swears he'll never fuck bareback again with a hookup.

Yes! I was at at adult store just looking around saw a guy in shorts and a tshirt. He smiled and said hello. He asked if I want some fun and invited to a rent a room for me to suck him. Walked in he shut the door and pulled out his cock out and said suck me. I got to my knees and jerked him then started to suck. He grunted swallow this i though he was about to cum but my surprise I got a strong stream of piss. I immediately started to swallow to keep up with the stream he actually had a good taste and got a belly full. He pulled his shorts up and said thanks and left me sitting on my knees as he walked out..

(continued) Holding the bottle up to my nose I took a hit in both nostrils and then passed the bottle around. High on poppers and whiskey we went into the front room. I began to kiss my uncle as the young stud knelt and began to service us both. This was obviously not his first rodeo. He expertly worked his tongue and fist on our cocks. After a few minutes I lifted him up and as the three of us where kissing I felt my uncles finger begin to massage my hole. He spit in his hand and then he slowly maneuvered his finger into my hole and began to loosen me up. After working three fingers into my yearning hole, he shifted and began to play with the blonde’s perfect ass. Our bodies craving more, he motioned the two of us to the couch, and as we moved to the other side of the living room, he went into his bedroom, his perfect hairless muscle ass shifting side to side, and quickly returned with a large bottle of lube.

Sorry gents, as it often does life got in the way a bit. I circled back a couple days ago, and had to re-read this myself to get the brain rolling again. After a few false starts, happy to say new chapters are underway. Reid is definitely in for some hot and heavy adventures, and they're going to "cum" hot, fast, and heavy! +=========================+ As is the case when you're looking forward to something, time passes painfully slow. I tried to avoid thinking about our impending fuck fest, but every time I took a piss through the day, it hurt more and more. I began to wonder if I had hurt myself with the sounds, though I hadn't been any more aggressive than normal when massaging my prostate. I freshened up with another quick shower around 6, and when I hopped out I noticed Ryan had messaged me, asking if it would be okay if he and Drew brought yet another bud along. Apparently my ass must have had a growing reputation thanks to those two. I figured the old adage, "in for a penny, in for a pound," pretty much applied here, so I replied that they could bring him. About 30 minutes later there was the anticipated knock on the door, and this time I answered it with some clothing on. There stood Ryan and Drew, both as I remembered them, but along with them stood a third man who looked rough, and I mean the kind of rough where he looked like he needed to take better care of himself. He wasn't my ideal fuck type at all, but given the two he was with I knew I could focus on them and he would simply be there in the background in my mind. As had become the routine normally (except for this morning), we headed for the bedroom and once there everyone began to shuck clothes. Drew was already half-hard, with another off-color strand of precum hanging down from his piss slit. Ryan looked his normal self, not much muscle mass and those purple blotches across his chest, but my eyes quickly fixated on that cock of his, as his shaft began to expand and his oversized mushroom started to rise. I then looked over at their friend, who introduced himself as Dirk. Dirk was the same height as Drew, but couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds. I could see his rib cage and his skin looked dry. My best guess put him in his 50s, though I couldn't have known he was a year younger than Ryan. He had the same purple blotches as Ryan and Drew all over his chest, abdomen, and upper legs. And there, between those legs, was a cock with a thickness just less than Drews, and a cock head just smaller than Ryan's. He combined the best of both cocks, and he was already erect and throbbing at a solid 9". He was cut, like Ryan, and I noticed a couple of the purple bruises on his cock as well. Ryan saw me looking over Dirk and quickly moved in and smothered me with a kiss as I felt Drew kneel behind me, spread my cheeks, and begin probing my ass with his tongue. I moaned into Ryan's mouth as his tongue began exploring the inside of my own mouth, and I closed my eyes and allowed the bliss to envelop me. I sensed Dirk moving around behind me and shortly after felt his two warm hands gently grip my shoulder and begin to massage my upper back. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. We must have been quick a pile of man-flesh there in the middle of my bedroom. Everyone seemed to be doing their part to hold me upright as each worked a part of my body; I was in heaven. I felt Drew pull his tongue away from my ass and he shifted himself around and swallowed Dirk whole, sloppily deep-throating him and coating his cock with his saliva. After a few minutes of this, I hear him stop and sensed him shift out of the way as Dirk came up behind me and positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass. He gave a few short mini-thrusts, and his head popped in on the fourth thrust. Drew's tongue had done excellent work opening me up. Dirk slowly sank himself fully into me and came to a halt pressed up against me. I could feel his ribs against my back, but only for a moment as he slowly withdrew and slid in again. He repeated this a few times before I felt him slam into me several times in rapid succession and roar in my ear as his warmth spread deep into my bowls. "Fuck that was nice, I needed to release that one," he muttered as he slowly softened and begin to pull his cock from my ass. "Plenty more where that came from, gotta make sure the job gets done." Drew chuckled and I felt him slide in behind me, and start fingering my hole. His finger kept moving deep into my hole, and I felt it begin to twist around inside. It felt a little rough, but Ryan had my lips locked and I couldn't say anything. For a minute or so Drew continued probing my hole with his thin finger, until he pulled out with a curious feel. He rose to his feet and stepped behind me and slowly began to press his precum-smothered head to my anal opening. He decided not to go slow, and as I felt the tip of his arrowhead part my lips he slammed forward and hilted himself balls-deep. I cried out into Ryan's mouth and my eyes teared up; his entry had been the most painful I'd experienced. Much like this morning's first fuck, he brutally pounded me from behind as I heard Dirk softly egg him on. "Yeah, work that seed in there. Really fuck him and load him deep, ruin that hole so it's never quite the same." I began to feel a little uneasy, but just then Ryan reached around and hugged me tight and for some reason I relaxed, despite the pistoning of Drew behind me. Having already cum twice today, it took him about 20 minutes to finally reach orgasm, and as he swelled and exploded deep in my ass, my hole felt like it was on fire. I realized he only cared about fucking me, and really nothing else, and a part of me felt sad at this fact. He held himself still, once again cursing at how much it hurt to cum, and after I felt his cock begin to ease its spasms, he went back to work slamming my ass for all it was worth. My hole had become loose and sloppy, I could hear the sloshing as Drew slammed around in there. His fourth load was forever in cumming, and after nearly a half-hour, he swelled inside me and pushed as deep as ever and rockets a few more ropes of his cum into my second hole. This time he held himself deep, shuddering and moaning, until he gradually softened and his cock fell out. He dropped to his knees and I felt him again slide his longest finger up inside me, twisting it around as deeply as he could. How I could still feel anything inside my hole was beyond me. After a couple minutes of work, my ass hurt in so many ways, and still I knew Ryan had not yet cum. His dick had been pinched between us and had softened somewhat, but as I felt it begin to achieve full bloat I knew I still had another several loads to take. He broke our kiss as my lips felt chapped from the constant workout, and he looked at me with a surprisingly tender glance and using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. He took my right hand and led me to the bed where he had me lay on my back and slowly pushed my legs up to my chest. His mushroom head found my hold and met no resistance; he slid balls deep. Drew and Dirk both joined us on the bed, as I felt a shiver run through my body. Both placed their hands on the back of each thigh closest to them and began gently kneading those muscles as Ryan began to withdraw and slide back in. His giant head always acted as a plunger, and this time was no different as his thrusts pushed Dirk's and Drew's loads deeper into me. He established a gentle rhythm, working my hole over in a way that I knew he understood how much I was hurting at the moment, but also in a way he could bring himself across the finish line as well. It didn't take him long, and after just a few short minutes his breath got ragged and his head swelled a bit painfully that deep in my ass and with one finally thrust I felt him break deep into my colon before loading me with one of his cum enemas. He held himself deep inside me, a bit uncomfortably so as I felt my abdomen begin to fill. After a couple minutes the feeling subsided and he returned to his gentle in-and-out. I noticed to my left Dirk was stroking himself back to full mast, and for the first time I felt a little repulsed by his look. He looked almost sickly, and I shivered again thinking I had allowed him to cum in me. Ryan needed a bit of time to work up to his second load, and after about 20 minutes he deposited another enema deep inside me. My bowels felt like they were swollen, as if someone had pissed inside me, and yet I apparently wasn't done. Ryan got a determined look on his face and suddenly began a rapid and almost Drew-like brutal thrusting deep into my hole. I could feel the cum sloshing around inside me from the suction, and I glanced down and noticed a bump moving around where my own slight definition of abs were located. I realized I was seeing Ryan's cock head pushing against my inner abdomen and I tensed up in a moment of panic. It took him 15 minutes of tearing my ass up to deposit a third and final load from him. He closed his eyes, avoiding meeting mine, and he sighed and with a slight grin withdrew his cock from my hole. It was streaked red with blood. I knew real damage had occurred inside my hole, and seeing his cock looking like that made me question everything we had done over the last two weeks or so. Dirk shifted himself between my legs with his now-again solid boner, and this sickly-looking man slide into my ass with barely any resistance. Covered in his purple bruises and skinny as he was, I closed my eyes and hoped he would finish quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUCCKK..." He hilted and came. He held himself in place as he spasmed, and I opened my eyes to find him staring into them. I felt cold, my body began to shiver. "You really have a great ass man. Ruined now, but amazing to have been inside it," he said as he shuddered, releasing his last drops of cum into me. Well maybe if you guys had gone a bit gentler, it wouldn't be so sloppy and ruined I thought. Dirk laughed first, and Ryan and Drew started almost immediately after him. "Kid, you really don't know how much we enjoyed that," he said chuckling. "But you probably need to get some rest now, you're looking a bit rough for the wear." I was feeling pretty exhausted, and my throat was dry. They dressed quickly and I walked them to the door, a stream of cum beginning to slide down my legs as I brought up the rear; my hole was unable to fully close, nor contain all the cum that had been deposited beyond its gates. I closed the door and made for the shower. The hot water felt good and I grabbed my largest butt plug and worked it in, stemming the flow of seed. I noticed the cum on the shower floor was pink, and as it flowed into the drain I knew my hole had been absolutely wrecked. I toweled off and slipped into bed. It wasn't too late yet, but I decided I was going to go for a run the next morning. I needed to get out and do something other than just offer up my ass. Yet as I drifted off to sleep, I kept thinking of Dirk and how rough he had looked. I needed to perhaps be a bit more selective of the guys I let fuck me, and I entered my dreams deciding I would take more care in the future.

I started putting the head of my dads cock in my butt at age 9. He let me sit on his cock while we watched tv at night, slowly stretching myself until I thought I was "ready". Finally, just after I turned 10, one night he started kissing me passionately and asked me if I was ready. I told him yes and he laid me on my back, put my legs in the air, and pushed every inch of his massive cock inside my little hole. I cried at first but then it felt so fucking good! It wasn't long before I felt him filling my guts with his hot cum and I was addicted. I couldn't get enough of him after that.

Bored and horny, I put an add online. “Taking anonymous loads”. Guy responds with a photo of a hard 8” cock and say’s that’s the only time you see it. Me and my mate need to nutt. Where and when?” Gave address. 15mins later I buzz him up lift. I’m waiting in the dark bedroom in jocks and on all fours arse up at end of bed, blind folded. I have my butt plug on the side table ready to slide in after they leave. I hear the two of them laugh and a hand slowly massaging my arse as a guy climbs on the bed in front of me. I can smell his crotch as I hear him undo his jeans and I feel a thick cock hit my face. I know the deal and I am sucking him off. No sooner is his cock in my mouth than I hear him groan in pleasure – he is happy with my work. He says to his mate, “How’s your end?” I feel a finger try to penetrate me and it stops, and I hear him say “needs a little lube”. I hear his jeans go down and I am thinking this is gonna be a rough dry fuck. But no. I feel his tongue dive into my hole and the tell tale feeling of a beard as he eats me like I am his dinner, and he hasn’t eaten in days. This goes on for about 2 minutes – not long. And his mouth is gone. In seconds it is replaced with what must be a 9-inch-thick cock and there is no waiting. He drives in me balls deep in one go. He holds it there for a bit to allow me to adjust and accept his cock. “Fuck man, he took me in one go” he says to his mate. The pain quickly subsides, and I am in heaven as he slowly starts to fuck me. His mate is face fucking me and says, “don’t take too long, this guy is good. I don’t know how long I’ll last”. His mate responds, “I’m close. Hold on.” The guy face fucking me pulls out and is bending down in front of me and I can smell cigarette smoke on his breath and then a tongue is down my throat as he kisses me. He also has a beard, and I am rock hard now. As he does his mate almost yells, “here it comes, oh fuck” and he bottoms out and I can feel the cock swell and pulse as he pumps rope after rope of his seed inside me. His mate kisses me and says, “that’s a 3-day load mate”. His mate pulls out and I feel empty suddenly. They switch places and I am presented with a semi hard cock covered in arse juice and seed to clean. “Now for the 5-day load – it’s gonna be big”. He fucks me hard and fast as I clean off his mate’s cock. I can feel drops of his mates cum dripping down my crack as he fucks me. It is quick and in minutes he is growling as he bottoms out and I feel the tell-tale signs of his load painting my insides. He holds in there for almost a minute. It must be the biggest load I have taken yet. He slowly keeps fucking me and he is not going soft. I can hear the wet sloshing as his and his mate’s cum is being mixed up and leaking out as he fucks me. He then flips me over on to my back without pulling out and I am rock hard dripping pre-cum. His mate starts kissing me like a love sick school girl and jacking me off and I just can’t hold back anymore and I shoot what must be the biggest load I have ever shot all over my chest. This makes me clench my arse muscles and send the guy over the edge and I get a 2nd load off him without him even pulling out. He says to his friend, “pass that plug over. Don’t want to waste any of this” and I feel my butt plug inserted. I can hear him panting now and the guy kissing me steps away too. I hear the tell tale sounds of them pulling their pants up and it sounds like they are about to leave, when I feel a tongue suddenly licking up my cum off my chest and then a slow sensual kiss as I taste my own cum. When the cum is all gone the guy kisses me softly and then moves to my ear and whispers “did you like that?” I respond, “fuck yeah”. “Did you like eating that cum”. I respond, “very much”. “Good, cause it’s the last neg load you will ever shoot”. And they are gone. I take the blind fold off and there is two pieces of paper on the bed next to me. Both blood test results with the names removed. Both showing high viral loads and a message at the bottom of one saying “you know how to find us. Let us know when you join the brotherhood”. I wank again and shoot another load all over me. I fall asleep with the butt plug in and don’t remove it until morning. Nothing comes out – I absorbed it all!

Chapter 2 Uncle King gently rocked his hips back and forth, asking Kip for more lube. Kip squeezed some lube on Uncle King's giant cock and on my hairless hole. Then, he picked up the pipe, took a big hit, and shotgunned me, kissing me ferociously. "Tweak his nipples!" Michael called out to Kip from behind the camera. When I jumped from Kip's touch, more of Uncle King's cock pushed into my hole. I grunted and moaned, while writhing away from Kip's thumbs and fingers. "Oh, that is just all kinds of excellent!" Kip laughed, a little sadistically. "We'll have to see if there's anything in that duffel bag for nipples. If not, my mom has clothespins I can borrow." The thought of this turned me on. I had played with my nipples while jerking off before, and always loved how it felt. These guys sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to using a guy like me. Kip took another hit, and shotgunned me once again, while still stroking my cock. I was beginning to rock back on Uncle King's cock a little, meeting him on his subtle thrusts. I guess he didn't wanna go for broke and spook me. Almost as if he'd read my mind, King said, "Nice and slow, Little Buddy. I got you. Nice and slow. Keep rocking back on that big daddy dick. You gonna call me 'Daddy' when I plow your hot little hole, Little Buddy? You gonna tell me 'Yes, Sir!' and 'No, Sir!' when I ask you questions while I'm fucking you?" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, already getting into the spirit of it. He grinned. "Nice. We're gonna have a lot of fun. First question: "You gonna get mad if we invite other guys over to use you this week?" Wow. The thought that such a big secret as this would - could - go beyond the four of us hadn't occurred to me. Of course, I'd arrived that evening expecting nothing more than a routine workout and sleepover. "No, Sir!" I stammered, not too confidently. Then I added, "Like who?" "That's our little secret," King replied, winking at me as he rocked his cock back and forth, with a few inches now buried in my hole. "But there are quite a few guys around town who have it bad for you, Little Buddy. You're gonna have a fun time, though, I promise! You just gotta keep this all a secret, OK?" "Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Attaboy, Little Buddy!" King beamed down at me. His voice sounded proud. Slowly, Uncle King pulled his cock out, followed by the beads, one by one - which drove me insane as they put pressure on my prostate and then popped out my hairless hole. Then, he quickly stuffed his cock back in the gape before it closed up again. With the beads now gone, he now had a couple of inches more in there. "Sooooooooo fuckin' tight! Goddamn this is some Grade A boypussy right here, guys." Kip reached over and spanked me hard on my right asscheek. I jumped, and as I did so, Uncle King's cock slid in another couple of inches. This was happening, and I fucking loved it. I moaned out: "Oh, fuck me, Uncle King! Fuck me! Put it in me!" "Call me 'Daddy' Little Buddy," King reminded me. "And call Michael 'big brother,' OK? I've always wanted a boy of mine to take care of me, but Michael was never into it. You're like the faggot younger son I never had, and the cocksucking little brother Michael never had." That was off-the-chain hot. I wondered what King might have done to try to entice Michael to play with him. Had Michael done *anything* with his dad before, I wondered? With the smoke, my thoughts were nasty and scattered. I imagined that maybe King had secretly given Michael meth, too, like he had done with me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I replied, focusing, grunting, and thrusting back on him as he got a little more aggressive with his strokes. Michael was taking pictures like crazy. He had Kip grab the Polaroid to take more of those, too. Michael came up to my head and offered me his cock, as he urged his dad on and continued taking pictures with the Pentax. I was lying back on the bench, King holding my ankles in the air while Michael squatted down to feed me his big "big brother" cock. "Come on, Dad! You're more than halfway in now. He can take it. He's all blissed out and high as fuck. Just a little further, and you're gonna bottom out and take that sweet cherry finally! Go balls deep, Dad! Show this little faggot of ours how much he's gonna love getting fucked this week at both ends!" Uncle King grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me back onto his cock, rough. He wasn't quite as aggressive as Kip had been so far, but pretty close. I realized I liked it rough. He locked eyes with me as he began to push more steadily at my hole, rocking back and forth in larger arcs now. He was fucking a few inches inside me, for sure, and hitting my prostate with each stroke. "OK, faggot," King said to me, "Second question: name some other friends of Michael's that you have a crush on besides Kip here." Michael took his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I thought for a second and answered, grinning and flashing my deep dimples, "Definitely Javon and Juan Pablo!" Michael laughed: "Oh, they'll be here later. That was a gimme and a no-brainer, the way you always gawked at them in the locker room while waiting for me to give you a ride home after practice. You like the dark meat, Little Buddy? HAWT! Well, they can't wait to sink their black and brown cocks into your pink, pale, hairless boyhole." Whenever I used to wait for Michael in the locker room after his practices, Javon would let his big black cock swing back and forth, hitting each leg as he walked. Whenever Michael wasn't around, he'd waggle it at me and wink at me, and say stuff like, "You ever see such a big cock, Little Buddy?" or, "Pretty little white boys like you shouldn't stare, ya know." I'd blush every time, but he'd flash his pearly whites and tell me he was just kidding, and that he was used to the white boys on the football and baseball teams checking him out. "Even the coaches do, so don't worry about it." Still, I'd always blush whenever he did it. But I always looked. Then, there was Juan Pablo. His parents had moved to West Virginia from Colombia, and his dad was a general family practitioner in town. Juan Pablo was openly into me, even around Michael. Michael often had to fuss at him to back off and leave me alone, but I noticed it always seemed to make Michael hard whenever Juan Pablo would "cross the line" with me. For instance, one time last summer, Juan Pablo had been one of the first ones off the field after practice, and had come over to talk to me as I sat on the bench waiting for Michael. Michael's locker was in a back corner. Juan Pablo angled himself so that anyone else coming into that row of lockers couldn't see, as he untied his football pants, fished out his cup, and waggled his massive uncut cock out right in front of my face, about an inch from my lips. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he'd asked me, point-blank, shaking it and tugging on his foreskin as his cock grew larger. Blushing, I shrugged. "Well, it likes you," he leered, taking my non-committal shrug as a yes. "Too bad Michael is so uptight, or we could have a little fun, you and me. Guys back home play around all the time." Just then, Michael rounded the end of the row, and stalked over to Juan Pablo, a pissed-off, set-jawed look on his face. "Put it away!" he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else had seen. I guess he had a sixth sense about what was going down. Or maybe Juan Pablo had miscalculated the angle. "Chill, amigo!" Juan Pablo said, nonchalantly and slowly tucking himself back into his football pants. "The kid wants it, though. You know it and I know it." "There's a time and a place for everything," Michael answered cryptically. Now, as I lay there with his dad's cock burrowing into my tight, hairless hole, I realized what he'd meant at the time. The time was now - after my 18th birthday - and the place was right here in this dingy, run-down garage. It all made sense now, and was HOT AS FUCK! King interrupted my train of thought: "Next question: how old do most people still think you are, Little Buddy?" I blushed. This was a sore spot for me. Most people thought I was still around 14 or 15. I answered truthfully: "Usually they guess 14 or 15." "That's fuckin' hot, Little Buddy!" Kip whooped. "You really can pretend that you're Michael's little brother, eager to please him, and his friends, and y'all's pervy fuckin' daddy!" King grunted, thrusting more of his cock in, insistently now. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck, Kip, say more shit like that and you'll have me cumming in no time!" "It's hot as fuck, King!" Kip replied. "Give him all of that daddy dick, so his big brother can fuck him next!" Michael moved around to get a close-up of his dad's massive cock about halfway in my hole now. He told Kip to put some more lube on the back end of his dad's cock, and Kip quickly obliged. When Kip finished, he came up by my head and squatted way down for me to swallow his cock. Aggressively, he gagged me. "Breathe through your nose, Little Buddy," he instructed. "You can do this. You can throat my cock all the way if you try." I got a good bit of his cock down my throat, squeezing tight once his cockhead entered my gullet, before I gagged again. Michael was taking pictures of the action. "Holy shit, that's hot, Kip! Keep it up! He almost had it all. And you can see your cock stretching out his throat when you face-fuck him. That is so off the hook!" Kip kept at it for a few more minute, gagging me intermittently. I *almost* got it all at one point, then almost puked. Kip pulled out, as I gasped for air. "That was hot as fuck, Little Buddy! I'll give you a rest. Here, smoke some more." He handed me the pipe, leaning in to shotgun with me - kissing me aggressively and grabbing my hair hard to hold me in position - after every rip I took from the bubbler. Suddenly and without warning, King reached up and tweaked both my nipples, hard, as he rammed his cock into my hole. This time, I jumped so hard that my ring gave way and he bottomed out. I could feel his big nuts mashed up against my asscrack. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he hissed. I grunted and moaned really loud. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Show my big brother and his buddy what a faggot I am for your big daddy dick! Let Michael get more pictures of his little brother being y'all's boywhore and boyhole." Somehow, I just ***knew*** that I could push some of *their* buttons now, now that I knew some of *their* kinks and turn-ons. King grunted, grinned, leaned down, and told me to hold my mouth open. When I did, he spat in it. It tasted minty from his dipping earlier. "Look at you, Little Buddy, embracing the whole daddy / son / big brother roleplay thing! You're even hotter than I imagined you would be. I've known for years that you were checking other guys out - I mean, it was obvious to anyone with eyes except your dumb-as-shit parents - but we had to wait. Sorry about that, Little Buddy. But I know some guys who got into some deep shit with the law for breaking that particular Thou Shalt Not." "I understand, Dad." I replied, smiling up at him. "Good boy!" he grinned down at me. As he said this, he began to slowly pull out just a little, then easing back in, starting a slowly-building rhythm. With each pullout, he pulled a little more out, until he was longdicking me from tip to base with each thrust. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my tight little boyhole, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" I hissed up at King, hunger in my eyes. Micheal piped up: "You're a nasty little faggot, aren't you, Little Buddy - or should I say, Little Brother? I always knew you would be. It killed me not to do anything about it. I knew you wanted it, and I wanted to help you act on your desires, but rules are rules, man." I moaned. My main crush had always been on Michael. Now, with him pretending to be my big brother? I was over the moon, delirious with horned-up, crazy, addle-minded fantasies. The smoke helped, of course. I was high as fuck, with all kinds of nasty thoughts running through my mind. Mainly, I wondered who else might be coming - or cumming - that week. And I wondered whether King had ever fucked Michael like this. It turned me on to think that King got Michael to suck and take his dick at least once. I don't know why, but the thought of him secretly slipping Michael meth like they'd done to me was a huge turn-on. "Are Javon and Juan Pablo really coming?" I asked, looking at Michael. "Yup. They'll be here later. We'll have to put the bubbler away though. They don't know I do this shit. They're due here in a coupla hours. That should give all three of us a chance to unload in your hot, hairless hole. Your hole makes you look so young, dude! It's fucking hot as hell, and it looks awesome stretched around Dad's dick, man! Just wait until you see these pix later!" King continued long-dicking me. "How's that feel, son? You like my great big daddy dick pounding your hot little boyhole?" I remembered the correct response: "Yessir, Daddy! If I'd known this felt so good, I would've been playing with my own hole all this time." Michael grinned and said: "We hid my bi mags from you, so that you had no idea how good it might feel to have a cock or something else in your ass. We wanted you as tight as possible for taking your cherry together tonight." That was hot. Still, I couldn't help but think of all the cucumbers I could've used. I'd heard boys on the bus joke about using a cucumber in the ass. Now, I wondered if they were really joking or not. King really picked up the pace now, pounding my hole and slapping his big beefy legs into my ass with each thrust. "Get ready, son! Here it cums!" he suddenly said, taking Michael, Kip, and me all three by surprise, I think. He grunted, grunted, grunted, and then - with one final total-buried-thrust - unloaded in my hairless hole. When he finished cumming, he just rested there for a minute, catching his breath. I was on fire with hunger. Pulling out, he turned to Michael and said, "Your turn." Michael waved him off. "I'll go last after all. I wanna get the pictures out of the way first before I fuck him. You go, Kip." Kip didn't need to be told twice. Shoving his dick in in one thrust, he grinned down and me and said, "Your daddy loosened you up real nice. Ready for another pounding, faggot?" King came up to my mouth and told me, "Clean my cock, son! Show Daddy what a nasty faggot he has for a son!" As Kip slammed into me, I cleaned that daddy dick, swallowing the first half, and licking off the second half to the base. I was in pig heaven. [Kip's rough fuck will be next + Javon and Juan Pablo arrive early + more guests are revealed or hinted at ... hope you enjoyed.]

Part 4 - Returning To The Scene "Hello again baby, didn't expect to see you back so soon" Brad said looking at him with a big smile. Ethan looked and smiled "Hello Brad". "$30 tonight dude as it's Friday" Brad pointed to the sign on the window. Ethan remembered to use the word "Oh right, my name is Tiger" he said embarrassingly. Brad stopped and looked at him "Really" the smile disappeared from his face "Are you sure dude?". Ethan looked confused "I got told to say it to you". "I hope you know what your doing, your visit is paid for come through" Brad was eyeing him more intently. Ethan pushed through the door and immediately noticed how busy the lounge area was, he quickly glanced around the room looking for him, Brad tapped him on the shoulder handing him towels and a locker key. Ethan crossed the lounge but couldn't help notice the number of guys shuffling in their seats to get a look as he passed by to the locker room, he couldn't be sure but was certain he heard the words 'Jailbait' mentioned a few times with laughter. Ethan just finished changing when Brad appeared at the locker room. "Okay Tiger I will take your locker key I don't want any trouble" Brad said walking towards Ethan. "Trouble, what do you mean?" Ethan replied looking shocked. Brad looked at him "I see all the guys watching you and Angelo will not be happy if they touch you". Ethan looked curiously at Brad "Who is Angelo?". "Seriously dude, Angelo is who you are here to meet" Brad was the one who looked shocked. Ethan handed over his key "Is that his name?". Brad shook his head "Did you not know that?". "No, well we never really spoke last week" Ethan responded. Brad turned to leave "He is downstairs, you must be special" he said shaking his head as he disappeared. Ethan stood at the top of the stairs thinking what Brad had just said but none of it made any sense, he could already see it was busy down there but he braced himself and walked down. At first sight he caught such a wider variety of guys and ages, three of whom stood in one corner all in the 30's and muscled. He noticed them watching him coming down the stairs, Ethan was disorientated and confused about where to go, it was much easier when there was only a few men in here but this was packed, more unnerving was that he felt extremely vulnerable. The three men who watched him moved away from the wall, diligently they watched Ethan's moves discovering by the way he was looking around he was new. Ethan thought he was heading to the steam room but suddenly realised he was standing by the shower room, he tried to look as though he knew what he was doing but was failing miserably. He turned to trace his steps back but bumped in to the tall muscled guy. "Oh, sorry I didn't know you was there" Ethan apologised slightly shocked how close he was. He laughed "That's okay, you look a little lost there need a hand?" he touched Ethan's arm. "No that's okay I know where I am going" Ethan replied moving his arm away. Ethan stepped back as the taller one moved forward again touching his arm and gently pushing him back, he took a few more steps back realising he was moving in to a darkened corridor. "Please I am here to meet someone, excuse me" Ethan began to look nervous and scared. The tall one laughed "You don't need to meet anyone, we will take very good care of you". Ethan felt hands rubbing his ass through his towel, stunned he turned to see the other two men had circled behind him. Ethan tried to push past but the taller one was inches away from his own body still causing Ethan to step back further in to the corridor. The music playing was louder in this part of the bathhouse, come to think of it Ethan couldn't remember seeing this part on his previous visit. Suddenly he felt the guy behind him grasp his arms around Ethan's chest, he shouted 'No' but they laughed at his protests. The taller one grabbed Ethan's legs and they hoisted him in the air carrying him further down the corridor in to the sling room. Ethan panicked and tried to thrash his legs to get him to release his hold. Brad had come down to the lower level to change the shower gels and saw the legs thrashing, he caught a glimpse of the person before they turned in to the sling room and realised it was Angelo's boy. Brad dropped the gels in the shower room and went after the three guys, the last thing he needed was Angelo finding out what has going on, but word had already spread about the newbie being taken to the sling room. One guy entered the steam room and told his friend about the cute young blond guy about to be group fucked in the sling, Angelo overheard and like a shot he stood up and powered out of the steam room. Ethan was protesting being forced to lay in the sling, the taller one yanked his leg up and secured it in one of the restraints followed by his other leg he then ran his hand over Ethan's hole and smiled at his two friends. Ethan was now struggling with the other two who held his arms and began guiding them up to the restraints, until they heard Brad's voice. "That's enough guys let him go" Brad didn't sound happy. "Mind your own business he wants some fun with us" the taller one replied. Brad pushed him to the side and released Ethan's legs "Mutual agreement, I saw you pick him off deliberately". The taller one laughed "We can take you down easily as well" he pushed Brad against the wall and grabbed his throat. Angelo stood at the entrance "Don't you dare" the voice caught all of them off guard. The taller one turned to see Angelo standing there "What have we here a fairy rescue party?". Angelo stood and laughed "Move your filthy hands off him". He let Brad go and walked towards Angelo "Why you want to play as well?". Angelo watched the other two join the taller one in front him "Only if you like it rough?. The taller one laughed "Fucking break you if that's how rough you want it". The taller one looked at his two friends smirking then suddenly he buckled to his knees and on to the floor, his two friends watched him gasping trying to catch his breath. Angelo pushed his friends out of the way and hauled the taller one back to his feet. "I thought you wanted to play rough" Angelo snarled at the taller one still struggling to breath. "Angelo enough" Brad called out with Ethan by side in his shocked state. Angelo leaned in to the taller one "Never touch my property again or I will break your bones one by one". He pushed him with such force that his feet left the ground and he came crashing down on the floor, his two friends ran from the sling room leaving him there. They had never encountered Angelo before and didn't fancy a showdown. Angelo walked over to Brad "I'm sorry Brad, are you alright?" "Yes I'm fine" Brad replied. Angelo nodded "You know I've always got your back". Brad smiled "You need to look after him Angelo, it's a good thing I saw them" nodding to Ethan. Angelo picked Ethan up and carried him back out past the showers and down a corridor with private rooms where he placed Ethan on the day bed inside one of the room. Even in his distressed state Ethan had the same strange secure feeling, the strong arms holding him in a bearhug as he was carried him through the bathhouse. Angelo turned and spoke to Ethan directly for the first time. "I will go and get you a drink stay here" he said turning to leave. Ethan looked worryingly "Please don't leave me here, I shouldn't have come it was a mistake". Angelo turned to look at him "No mistake, don't worry no one will touch you". Ethan was still slightly troubled at his lucky escape and the one thing he remembered Angelo saying was 'don't touch my property'. He couldn't fathom out what the meaning of those words would come to signify. Sitting there several men walked past looking through the open door at the young guy, suddenly one lad who looked only a couple of years older than Ethan smirked and watched for a moment, he crossed the threshold of the door when he was grabbed by a mysterious arm and a voice warned him 'I wouldn't to that if I was you, he belongs to Angelo'. The guy stopped as a look of horror spread across his face and made a clumsy but rapid exit. A little smile appeared on Ethan's face so his name is definitely Angelo he thought to himself. Angelo returned with two soft drinks and closed the door behind him and offered a can of pop to Ethan. He thanked him and took a sip putting the can down on the floor. "Are you okay" Angelo asked him. Ethan nodded "Sort of, still a bit shaken". Angelo put his arm around Ethan and pulled him close, their lips touched sensually feeling each other until Angelo put more pressure against Ethan's lips which gave way allowing for a very tender French kiss. The man of little words knew how to entice and quickly he removed their towels and pulled Ethan over to straddle his lap, Ethan could feel the hardness under his ass cheeks and he knew what was going happen. With surprise Angelo stroked the side of Ethan's face and whispered 'I knew you would want me again' he pulled Ethan closer and resumed kissing him. Ethan took the lead and raised his hips slightly, Angelo removed one arm and spat in to his hand and rubbing it in to his hole he then guided his cock towards Ethan's ass. Tingling sensation followed on by a sharp burning pain ran up his body as he felt the head of his cock penetrating into his body. Pushing his hips up he forced Ethan down on his cock, Ethan gasped and moaned as Angelo's cock pushed it's way in to his body, he winced in pain repeatedly and finally came to a rest on Angelo's lap who let out what seemed like gratifying purr. Angelo stopped kissing and Ethan felt himself being lifted up forcing him to lock his legs around Angelo's waist as he stood up their mouths met in an excited and yearning manner. In one swift movement Ethan was on his back in a missionary position with Angelo gently gyrating his hips. The sensation was overwhelming as his body shuddered at this new experience, Angelo looked Ethan deep in the eyes as he relaxed, he switched between thrusting and gyrating, Ethan's back arching his body responding to Anglo's movements in unison, his moans and cries played like music to Angelo's ears. Ethan wrapped his arm around his neck pulling them closer face to face. Angelo spent some time kissing Ethan, he didn't know it then but Angelo was nurturing him to kiss an a sensuous and loving way. It would be the only way Ethan would know how to kiss and think it was normal. The tender kissing and gentle thrusting was causing Angelo's cock go rigid and swell putting more strain against his tight ass. Angelo began to pick up speed fucking Ethan with total abandonment until he grunted loudly several times as he delivered his seed in to Ethan's body. An agonising cry emitted from Ethan as the cock inside him pulsed against the anal wall, every forward jolt of his body meant another ribbon of seed planted deep inside him. Ethan's legs shook and his toes curled as he flew in to ecstasy and orgasmed, he could feel his own cum trickling down the side of his body. Still locked together Angelo rolled on his side, his arms wrapped around Ethan's body, both panting heavily. Ethan tenderly kissed Angelo's neck as his orgasm subsided, Angelo responded by holding Ethan tighter and closer to his body. The warmth of their entwined bodies, his dominance over Ethan just draw him deeper and deeper into hedonism, Ethan just wanted to lay here with him forever. Angelo was still balls deep inside Ethan's body but he was not done with his boy yet, he started pushing and grinding his hips against Ethan's ass. Ethan kissed Angelo as the steady thrusting rhythm began despite the pain he still felt in his ass there was no mistaking that Ethan was enjoying sex with this incredible man. His orgasm was a big as the first but this time he stayed inside Ethan for nearly half an hour gently pushing his cock deeper making sure his seed was planted deep and secure in his boy. Angelo stroked Ethan's back and kissing his head as he gradually he began to remove his cock slowly. A cry escaped Ethan's lips as his head finally pulled free, he kissed Ethan and stood up looking down at him. Angelo smiled pulling Ethan to his feet and told him to get dressed and head home. He did not argue and walked out of the room climbing the stairs he looked around to see Angelo disappear in to the steam room, his heart sank a little wondering if he would get to be with him again.