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Hooked up with a traveling thru visitor off sniffles app. Agreed to meet at a parking lot at a nearby shopping center. I parked my truck in a spot that mostly blocked any view. His profile was tall, skinny, hung 8” and big balls. He arrived. Hopped in back seat. We stripped down and I sucked him hard. His balls were huge and he definitely had 8” and probably a bit more. He was sitting back and I got in front and slid down his cock facing away from him. I had prelubed my hole with silicone oil so it slid in with ease and no pain. I rode his dick and we went at it for a long time. I finally laid back on the seat and he entered missionary and bred his load deep. He pulled out and I cleaned his cock off. I kept his cum buried inside me all night. A great fuck, easy to arrange, and I’ll probably see him again next time he drives through the area.

Can we stop with this whole "[banned word] question" crap? Man as a society we've become just too sensitive. Ask the question. If me or whomever else you're asking gets upset that is their problem. Do understand though, if we don't like it we can just walk away.

“Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy.” Matt shuddered hearing the words whispered into his ear, knowing it was too late to go back now. His heart raced, and in his brain, he knew he was in trouble. He pulled at the leather restraints that were tightly fastened around his wrists and ankles, but it was all in vain. Daddy just chuckled, telling him to stop fighting it - he was going to be a good whore now whether he liked it or not. He was powerless, just a fly in the spiderweb that Daddy had carefully constructed over months. He was going to be Daddy’s next victim. Matt thought about what had led him to this place where he was about to be sacrificed to a twisted man’s carnal desires, terrified at what might happen and unsure if he’d get out of this alive. Maybe he could get away if he cooperated and gave this domineering daddy a blowjob. Once he started to feel Daddy’s finger slowly dig and scratch into his tight ass, he thrashed around, trying to scream out for help. But no one was there to save him from this twisted situation. It had all started innocently enough. He was new in town, a small-town 35-year-old who was suddenly in a thriving gay community with thousands of men all around him. He was eager to explore the leather scene he had long fantasized about, so Matt spent his nights and weekends socializing and introducing himself to the locals. He started to make friends in a cigar group, and a buddy who worked at the local leather shop took him under his wing to help him choose his first leathers. He bought a harness - all gay men need a simple harness - and loved how the leather and metal felt against his chest and back. A pair of boots made him feel more masculine than ever before. Armbands and a leather jockstrap completed his outfit, making him feel sexy and butch. The local daddies started to notice the boy’s newfound confidence when out at the leather bars. Over time, he had a group of friends he could smoke cigars with and learn more about the old guard days of leather that were happening before he was even born. Matt loved being a part of this community, but he hesitated about one thing: Sex. Everyone in his new city seemed obsessed with breeding, and they were all so open and eager about taking raw cock or shooting their cum into whatever ass they could get. Some guys even proudly boasted about fucking unwilling bottoms who were too messed up to stop what was happening. It scared Michael, and he knew he’d have to be careful if he wanted to stay safe. He had tried dating a couple of guys, but he felt like they only wanted his ass, not his brain or heart. He even went home with a man one night who seemed so nice and friendly, thinking they’d just have a drink and maybe kiss some. Instead, the man immediately went into the bathroom and emerged moments later naked, hard, and talking about getting him high on meth. He laughed as he said he was going to give the boy his nasty cum, a sinister look in his eyes. Matt bolted out the door and avoided that man, feeling like he would never meet someone who would respect his wishes. He decided to focus his time and energy on friends, thinking it was just too risky to get himself into another dangerous situation like that. He had fun, but would go home to jerk off alone. He started to worry he’d never fall in love or have the kind of sex he wanted. If only a kind, safe-sex guy like himself would come along, he’d think. And then, on a seemingly normal Friday night out at the bar with his cigar friends, he saw a new face in the crowd. This man was obviously unwell, ragged from what seemed to be a hard life and some kind of illness. His leathers looked old and worn, no doubt from decades of use. The vest he was wearing made it easy to see just how thin he really was - just a bunch of bones and skin, though for some reason he had a big round gut. His jeans were obscenely tight, and Matt couldn’t help but notice what looked like the outline of a massive cock sticking out. And was that a big wet spot from a leaking cock? Matt’s stomach churned as he saw this mystery man start to walk over to the group. “Hi,” he said, holding out a big hand to shake the regulars’ hands. “I’m Blake. Just moved to town.” The guys took turns welcoming Blake to the city, introducing themselves, and giving him some insider advice on the best places to check out. Matt was polite, but something scared him about this skeletal man who seemed unwell, and he couldn’t quite figure out his fears. When it was turn to shake Blake’s hand, the new guy had a tight grip that seemed to linger longer than he had with the rest of the group, making intense eye contact with Matt the entire time. There was something sinister about that look, but Matt figured he must just be imagining it. The guys enjoyed a few hours of hanging out at the bar, smoking their cigars and putting back drinks like they always did. Blake was generous with the guys, buying several rounds for everyone and even getting a few shots of whiskey for Matt after a friend had mentioned that he’s the whiskey drinker of the group. Matt thought it was odd that Blake wasn’t drinking at all, but didn’t ponder it much. Blake was flirting with him, even mentioning at one point that he loves using pretty little bottom boys like him. Matt tried to laugh it off and politely declined, saying he wasn’t interested. As the night went on, the guys eventually left one by one. Soon, it was just Matt and Blake at the table. Matt was drunk enough at that point to not be as scared by this new guy, but still felt like something was off. He found out Blake was 65 years old, recently widowed, and a longtime part of the leather scene. He moved to town for a fresh start and a chance to find some “young new victims,” he said with a devilish grin. Matt shrugged it off as a bad joke and explained he wasn’t really looking to date right now. Blake left for a minute and came back to the table, three shots of whiskey in his hand, and told Matt to drink up. Matt didn’t want to seem rude, so he accepted these gifts from Blake, downing all three in less than 10 minutes. He was having a hard time even just sitting down, and knew he needed to sleep this off. But Blake retuned with another round of shots, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually, Matt took out his phone to get an Uber, but his drunken clumsiness caused him to lose his grip and drop his phone - and the screen shattered the moment it hit that brick patio. He was miles from home and didn’t know what he was going to do. Blake leaned over, taking Matt’s drunk face in his hands to look him in the eyes and ask if he needed help. Matt tried to decline, but Blake insisted. He wasn’t drunk, and his car was right outside. He’d be happy to drive Matt home. Matt was struggling to stay awake at this point. With no better options, he accepted this offer, telling Blake that he was so generous all night. Blake helped the boy into the passenger seat, asked for his address, and told him to relax and get comfortable for the ride ahead. Matt thought that was an odd way of saying it, but he was so drunk and tired, and he felt like he was melting into the seat. He closed his eyes, expecting to be back home in 15 minutes. When he finally woke back up, he didn’t know where he was, but it wasn’t home or in Blake’s car. He tried to say something but all that came out was a muffled sound. It felt like some kind of rubber ball was stuck in his mouth. When he tried to reach for his mouth, he realized his hands were somehow restrained. So were his ankles. He couldn’t see anything because some kind of heavy leather hood was over his head. He could sense that he wasn’t alone, but all he could hear was his own pounding heart and panicked breath. Then, footsteps slowly got closer and closer, seemingly caused by heavy boots. Matt struggled but couldn’t get out of his predicament. He started to cry, wondering what was happening to him. He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy,” Blake said, letting out an evil laugh as Matt cried out in terror. “You’re my whore now.”

What I night this was thinking back on this and typing this from last night. Damn. Well I had some tentative plans tonight to see a certain familiar guy. I ended up seeing one though. I reached out to him letting him know I was free and he mentioned he has dinner with friends in the evening and might be available after. A certain top who I've gotten together with few times was online as well. I messaged him and he was looking but he said he was kinda horny but wasn't entirely sure anymore. We talked a little back and forth and I ended up getting him horny. Around the same time someone messaged me asking if I wanted to play with him and his friend. He said I can fuck his friend and then he'll fuck me. Profile was showing daddy type and top. An interesting offer and it made my dick hard. I said sure and I was heading out anyways. While I was out he sent me the details of the hotel. I was a little nervous doing this especially since he didn't have a face picture which generally i don't do. But I figured at least at a hotel if the vibe isn't right I can just walk away. Of course when I parked the top who was talking back and forth with me asked if I wanted a load and wanted to be bred. Of course I did but he also asked if I need some time. So I told him I need some time and headed into the hotel to meet two complete strangers. The door was cracked open like they said it would be which was also kinda exciting. The Hotel Scene I walked into the door and to my surprise did not see anyone. I saw what looked like a reflecting of two guys together in a mirror. But it wasn't a mirror it was the other part of the room. The daddy top who messaged me called me over into the other room. I saw him sitting down with another guy bent over sucking his dick. He looked pretty hot a taller man with a hot beard that was trimmed and also looked like a shaved head. He spoke to me in a very deep southern sexy voice. It was also more like a command. He said "Get undressed and make yourself comfortable". I don't know why if it was his tone or his accent or voice or just looking at him. But I stripped my clothes and was rock hard. I looked at him getting sucked off by his friend and his friend's ass in the air. I didn't even know what his friend looked like but I saw a hot ass in front of me that this daddy top asked me to fuck in his prior messages. I spit on my cock but he also told me there was some lube. His hole felt a little a tight but I spit on my cock and put some lube in this bottom's ass. I gently pushed my dick in and was surprised his hole was a lot more open on the inside. I'm not sure if loose is the correct term but it might be. I don't fuck a lot of loose or open bottoms. But my dick felt great being able to go all the way in and out. I started fucking him with harder thrusts since I knew he could take it. The bottom kept saying how big and great my dick felt. The top said that I have a big dick too and complimented me and said that I know how to fuck. All of this was making my dick harder. I started pulling my dick out more and teasing the bottoms hole. This was making my dick harder too. It felt hot being able to really fuck this bottom the way I wanted to fuck and he was loving every minute of it and not pulling away. I was having fun fucking and being watched and admired by the hot daddy top. But I knew I needed to cum soon and the bottom also wanted my load. I fucked the bottom faster and harder with deeper thrusts and shouted out as I shot my load in his open hole. Fuck it was hot. I stayed in him for a few moments and then pulled out. The bottom got up and then got on one of the beds. He said that was a big dick and he loved getting fucked by me. He was doing something else and the top spoke to me. He said that was fucking watching me fuck his friend. He asked if I wanted to get fucked next. I got a look at his body he had a nice sexy furry chest. His cock was pretty big and fat too. He told me to get on the bed and I got on the bed. I got on all fours and presented my ass to this hot top man. I felt him put some lube on my hole and then felt his dick press in. I made sure to prep in advance of course but FUCK his dick was really big and stretching me. I still don't fully know how he was able to do this but from playing with him later I have a slight idea. His dick felt hot fucking me and he started fucking me slowly. But he was fucking me deep. I was pulling back and giving a little resistance. I learned later that he actually really liked this even though it wasn't intentional. He said I have a hot ass and he was enjoying fucking me. He pulled out of me and went back to fucking his friend on the other bed. It was hot watching them fuck I was kind in awe. Maybe I looked a little awkward watching them. The top called me over and I kissed him a little bit and played with his nipples. He was really enjoying this and he said to get beside the bottom he was fucking. He said it's always been a fantasy of his to fuck two bottoms at the same time. Well I love to serve so I was going to make this man's fantasy a reality. I got on all fours next to the bottom and it was hot hearing the bottom get fucked. After a little bit I felt his cock at my hole again and he started fucking me. Fuck this man was so big and thick I kept trying to do everything I could to relax and take him but it was more difficult for me. He said I'm pretty tight and I told him I don't get fucked a lot. That's very truthful I do more fucking then I get fucked. He pulled out of me for a while after fucking me. I told him I had to pee for a moment. I left them alone to play and have fun and sat on the toilet and peed. To my surprise the top came in and turned on the shower and took a shower. We talked a little bit he asked if I was local and nearby and told him I was. He said he is also heading out of here in a few moments and will walk me out. Him saying this made me realize the bottom got the room and the top visited. I just kinda washed my ass a bit with a washcloth I was definitely clean but I kinda wanted to get any lube or precum out. I checked my phone for a moment and the top who wanted to see me again I was talking to online asked if I would be ready soon. I sent him a message telling him that I am on my way. I finished getting dressed and put my phone up and the daddy top who fucked me in the hotel room walked with me to the parking lot. he was basically inviting me over to his place. Damn I had a little bit of a dilemma. Do I abandon the top who was chatting back and forth with me and being indecisive about getting together and then deciding he wanted to fuck and breed for this daddy top I just met. I was being a little coy with the daddy top from the hotel. He said that if I can't host I'm more then welcome to come over. He said I had a hot ass and he wants to play with me more. He said if I don't want to that's fine as well but he told me he'll give me my number and I can think about it and that the offer is open. Ah I liked how he phrased that. I said goodbye to him and got in my car. When I got the familiar top's place that I've seen multiple times I parked my car. I messaged the hotel top daddy I just met and told him I'm the boy that he just met. He asked if I decided I want to come over. I did so I just told him that I can in a little bit. I decided to leave it at that. I know this familiar daddy top I play with fucks me for a bit, breeds me, and sends me on my way. So I figured that will be fine. Getting Together With the Regular Traveller Daddy Top Again I went to the door and saw the familiar daddy top in the door way. He had the tv on playing porn like he normally does. We kissed a little bit and he stripped his clothes and I stripped mine. I took a good look at him it's been close to a week since i've seen him. Such a sexy daddy with the white trimmed beard and furry chest and belly. His cock was sticking out rock hard and bobbing up and down a little bit. I got on my knees and starting slowly sucking his cock. When we were chatting online earlier he said how I'm a very good boy with taking direction. He said that he likes that I am good at following orders and I told him I love being subservient and improving. I was thinking of this partially when I was sucking him. He made his way to the bed and layed on the bed. I crawled on him and kissed him for a few moments. I sucked his nipples and and went down to his cock. I sucked and licked his balls and then took his cock all the way down my throat again. Man I love sucking this man's cock. He has a great nice fat cock and fits down my throat and in my mouth perfectly. I could probably suck him for a long time. He pulled me off and I knew he wanted to fuck. I got on all fours and he tossed me the familiar bottle of poppers. I took a hit and felt the lube on my ass and his cock push in me. I was hoping the hotel daddy top who fucked me earlier might have loosened me up a little. While he did I also came right before he fucked me which tightened up my hole. I've always known this that cumming makes my hole tight and I've been with tops/guys who love to fuck me after I cum. But he pushed in me all the way and I tried to open my hole. I know how he likes to fuck. He likes me to relax and open my hole and let him take control. It did not entirely go that way this time. He fucked me slowly at first but picked up speed. His style of fucking was also different then previously. I backed up on him several times and matched his stroke. I wasn't trying to but he also wasn't complaining. In the past if I tried this he would say to loosen or relax my ass and stay still. His dick felt so good fucking me and he started fucking me harder. I was not fully bottoming out I was trying to focus on relaxing and taking his cock and remembering his previous direction and applying it. Regardless of what I was doing this man was really enjoying fucking me. And he was not rushing like he normally does. He fucked me for a good while on all fours. He took a hit of poppers himself. He then pushed my legs so I was flat on my belly. He started fucking me on my belly which was really hot. I think my hole was relaxing more without me realizing it. But I was at this man's mercy as he kept fucking me hard and using my ass. While not bottoming out my ass was starting to tingle and feel a little numb. Maybe a mix of the poppers too. At one point I think I had my hands on the other end of the bed pushing for support. I felt at times my ass really start to relax and felt his cock in me deeper fucking and thrusting and taking control of my ass. I think I was giving up more control without me realizing it. Several times I could tell he was going to cum but whether he held back intentionally or not i'm not sure. He continued to fuck me for a long time until I could tell that my ass was more opened up and he was really taking control. I could really feel his cock hardened and forcefully fucking me and I heard his breathing get more intense. I didn't even ask for him to breed me because I knew he was going to. I felt his load shoot in me fuck his dick was hard and my hole was getting filled. I loved every feeling of this and he stayed on me for a few moments and then rolled off me. My ass felt kinda numb and my head was spinning a little maybe from poppers. I don't know how to describe the way my ass felt but it felt incredible both getting fucked near the end and after being bred and recovering. It felt used and fucked proper is probably the best way to explain it. To my surprise he layed on the bed and I layed next to him for a moment. He did not seem against this sometimes he rushes me off. I layed next to him and played with his sexy chest fur. We talked a little bit and he told me more about his travelling job and some other stuff he does. I liked hearing his accent it's very southern but he kinda has that stereotypical gay effeminate aspect too. He mentioned something about how he might be more of a pleasing top because he likes to make the guy he's with happy. I told him that's not a bad thing at all and that's better. It's true it's why I haven't really seeked out dominant tops that much and generally have played with more versatile laid back guys. But of course I never turn down a top if we have good chemistry. I liked hearing his stories and voice and said we'll both sleep good tonight. I knew this was the cue so I went to the bathroom for a moment. I pushed out a huge amount of cum. He told me previously that he hadn't fucked any guys since the previous week he fucked me. Something about this man the way he fucks and breeds it's just almost unique to the experience i've had lately and also somewhat familiar. But I got dressed and kissed him goodbye. We said our goodbyes and said that we'll get together again at some point which I know we will. He did tell me too that when I message him often and he says he's eating that he generally eats while his post is up so because guys don't always respond immediately. I initially thought that he maybe wanted another bottom or another guy since he had me a week ago which I would have been fine with. I didn't tell him that of course but just thought that internally. But like always I enjoyed seeing and servicing this man again and being his bottom for the session. The Hotel Top Daddy With that I left and the hotel top daddy messaged me. He sent me a picture of where he's at and the address. He said I might get confused with where it's at so to let him know if I have issues. He told me that he also just got out of the shower. I messaged him and let him know my ETA. It didn't take too long but fuck traffic lights especially that late at night. It wasn't too difficult to find his place but I managed and parked and walked up the stairs and he greeted me. He was happy to see me and he had a nice place. He got me a water and we made our way to the bedroom. He said he was really happy I decided to come over and he said he enjoyed fucking me and playing with me in the hotel. He asked if I went home afterwards. I told him I was just a little uncertain of my hole being so tight and felt bad and and wanted to make sure that my hole wasn't too tight and to make sure I can relax more. He told me loved how tight my ass is. He said that made him want to fuck me even more. He said he's not the biggest fan of loose sloopy holes. He said his friend had one. He said he fucks his friend often and his friend usually goes to hotels to get guys to fuck him. He said it slightly irritated him his friend was on the phone while he was there and they were fucking but he said he does that sometimes looking for other dick. He told me his friend liked me a lot though. We got into bed and we kissed for a little bit. He was a pretty good kisser. I loved his sexy voice too. I sucked his nipples a bit and also sucked and played with his cock. Once he was fully hard in no time he put me on the end of the bed. I got on all fours but to my surprise he did not want me fully doggy style. He had me pull my legs close together instead of wide apart. This was..new for me I have not really been fucked like this. But I felt his cock enter me and damn I thought that after being fucked and bred that my hole would have opened up and be more loose. Haha I was so very wrong. There is something about his dick whether it's the size, thickness, or maybe the way he fucks. But fuck he was fucking me deep and I could feel that my inner or second hole was not opened fully. He said how good my ass felt. But he made sure I was okay and said he didn't want to hurt me. I said I'm fine but he asked if I would tell him if It's uncomfortable. I said I would but he also said I might not be honest about that. He's not wrong. I'm using to tops using me how they want even if it hurts or there is pain or discomfort that I disregard it and kinda soldier on. But nice he was considerate. He fucked kinda frantic I wonder if he was trying to fuck longer. But damn he felt so good fucking me and how deep his cock was in me. And the position I was in I was loving it. He changed things a little bit and had me on my belly while he fucked me. Damn I don't know what it was about this man but I could not fully relax for him. But I was loving him fucking me he told me before we had to be a little quiet because of thin walls so I tried to muffle my moans and cries a little bit. But I still wanted to show expression and gratitude for this man fucking me. After he fucked me for a bit we both took a break and layed next to each other. We kinda cuddled a little or I cuddled him. He said that he noticed I like to cuddle. I said I do depending on who I'm with and that's true I don't cuddle with just anyone. I was also kinda kissing his chest and his cheeks a little bit. He said that I am a very good boy but he's only looking for play and sex and fun. I told him the same thing and we both shared a bit of our past relationships. I told him though that I am somewhat naturally submissive and he brings it out. I told him I don't know if it's his voice, his stature, his looks, or what it is about him but he's brought it out. So I told him that me cuddling with him a little and kissing his face and body is sort of submissive gratitude and subservience. He understood and recognized that and said it's very hot and the he liked it. He said he actually thought I was straight and he did ask me at the hotel if I was straight at first. He said my demeanor and how I talk and carry myself is very masculine. He said especially how I fuck. I never considered that. But damn what a compliment. He told me that he also showered before I came over and cleaned himself out. I asked if he's verse and said I thought he was a top. He said that he is top but he said watching me fuck his friend and the size of my dick. He said it was really hot. He said he hopes that doesn't change things he said some bottoms or guys don't want to fuck a guy they are with that is a top or that they want dynamics a certain way. I told him "Haha I don't give a fuck about labels or positions or roles. I said I enjoy playing and spending time with a guy that I like. I said if I guy is hot and wants to fuck me then I'll get fucked. And I said if he wants to get fucked then I'll fuck him. I told him I don't think any less of him as a top or just in general. I said I just love hot sex and love giving and receiving pleasure in different ways and just want us both to enjoy it.". He liked this answer. He said some guys don't have that mentality. All this talk of fucking was getting us both hard. I sucked his cock some more and was also licking his balls. He got hard again and he rolled me over. He put his dick on me while I was on my side and started fucking me again. Damn this was so fucking hot also not something that happens to me. It felt so hot being in his arms and getting fucked by him. He seemed to have a better angle for fucking me in this position. I was trying not to cry out so I was biting the pillow a little bit. He said how great my ass felt. Actually he referred to my ass as pussy. He asked earlier if I mind this and I told him I don't. He said he loved fucking my pussy. He was fucking me a bit more aggressive and rough I was loving it. He at one point put his hand over my mouth and I was muffling my moans into his hands. So fucking hot. I was also kissing his arm and hand while he was fucking me showing more of my submissive nature and gratitude for the hot daddy top deciding to fuck me. He seemed like he was getting close to cumming but he wanted to fuck me on my back. I turned over and raised my legs in the air. He said I looked sexy and hot with my legs in the air. He pushed his dick back in me and continued to fuck me more. I think my ass was opened up more then it was before but it still felt like my inner/second hole was not fully opened. But I loved feeling his cock go deeper in me and widen me. He was starting to sweat a little bit fucking me too. I also wondered if he was nervous about fucking because of his thin walls and neighbors. He tried to put me on my side to fuck me but then he pulled out. He said he needed a little bit of a break for a moment and I was fine for that. When I was sucking him earlier and his cock was fully hard. He has an interesting curve to his dick. It's definitely thick and long but I think there's something specific about his dick that allows him to enter and penetrate deeper then guys with just a normal non curved dicks can. I've been fucked by curved dicks before but his is even a little bit unique somehow. We both layed together and cuddled a little bit and talked. He asked me a little bit of myself and he told me a little bit about himself. He said he really liked my build too because I'm a smaller guy/smaller frame. He said it's easier to put me in different positions and fuck me and he loves it. I never thought about it that way but it was a nice compliment. My dick was really hard talking about all this. He mentioned at one point too that he wants to see me again and fuck me some more. He told me hates the apps and yeah I understand that completely to a large extent. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked. He kinda shy fully said yes maybe. He asked my status and I told him everything regarding that. He said he did get cleaned up he said just to go a little gentle at first. I told him I will make sure to ease into him. I rolled him on his side. I spit on my hard dick and spit on his hole. He was a little tight which was making me harder. I pushed my dick in him slowly and felt my cock ease into his hot hole. His ass was so hot with him on his side. He was moving his ass a little and curving it. I could tell that this man has been fucked before despite saying he's a top and it turned me on. He said I was really big and he did want to get fucked by me when he saw me fuck his friend. I eased in him more and said how good his ass felt. He was very masculine when I was fucking him. He moaned out a little but but they were more deep and low moans. Once I he was fully adjusted I started fucking him. God I loved fucking his ass. I'm not quite used to fucking loose/sloppy holes yet I think at the moment I do prefer a little tighter. I pulled out a bit and kept teasing the head of my dick in his hole like he did to me. I was loving this. He seemed me to want to fuck him deeper and harder so I did. I felt my cock go deeper into his hole. I was happy with my dick being buried deep in this hot daddy and started fucking and pumping him harder and faster deeper. He said the magic words I was looking for. "Oh fuck breed me man fill my hole with your DNA". The magic words I always love to hear. It was late for both of us I was also wanting to get off. I kept pumping him faster and harder until I shouted out louder then I intended. I felt my load flood into him and loved the feeling of my cock being drained by his hot daddy ass. I stayed on top of him for a moment and then rolled off. I could tell he was horny and wanting to get off. He started jacking off his dick. I played and licked with his nipples. I also smelled his pits and licked his pits he absolutely loved this. I loved his scent too he smelled great and he didn't wear any cologne or scents. He said he really wanted to fuck me again but he also wanted to cum. I said I wanted to see him jack off and cum. I know very well how it can be for me and other guys when you just want to cum and I knew he wanted to cum. I know we'll have other encounters where he can breed me but for now I wanted to make sure he got off so he can sleep peacefully and be satisfied and have a great night. I kept licking and playing with his nipples and his pits. He did something incredibly hot. He took one of his pillows and bit it and shouted into it. He shot his load and it was a nice load. He shook a little bit after cumming and said how great that felt. He kissed me and I handed him the towel. He said I'm more then welcome to a shower so I took him up on that offer. I had a really nice hot refreshing shower. When I was done he was dressed. I thanked him and when he was walking me out I realized how tall this man was. Damn. Not just his accent, voice, sexy masculine demeanor and looks but he was a tall fucker. No wonder he liked my smaller frame. He told me to have a good night and that he wants to get together with me again. I left and headed out. I got food on the way home because I was starving and hadn't eaten at all during the day really I try to restrict what I eat when I think I might be bottoming. It was an incredible night. I just thought that maybe I would get together with the familar travelling daddy top. I love how that man fucks me and breeds me and the dominance energy he has and making me feel like a bottom. I don't get to feel like a bottom that much anymore so being in that headspace is something I love and crave occasionally. And I love how he always shoots a huge load into me that I still feel the next day. He also fucked me different this time I think he didn't want it to be so much as a quickie like he normally does and I loved it. And the hotel scene was interesting. I've played in groups years years ago but a little unfamiliar with it now definitely out of my depth I'm glad they were both cool and relaxed. Breeding the bottom and fucking him was hot. Playing with the top was hot. But I am really glad the hotel daddy top invited me to his place and he fucked me several times and I fucked and bred him. I still see him more of a top despite what he says he definitely has Top/Dominant energy that I love and do crave to a certain extent and maybe suppress a little. It was a damn fun night I got into way more then I expected. I'm glad I didn't have to fuck around with the socials too much or have to rely on bookstores or baths even though those can be fun. Load Counts: 2 That I bred: Bred the hot bottom at the hotel. I wonder if he was a cumdump. And bred the hot daddy who fucked me multiple times nice hot tight ass. 1 That I Got Bred: The hot travelling Daddy who I get together with regular fucked and bred me deep and good. Love carrying that man with me the next day often. Until next time... 😉

The first time he did that, the load was massive, I was turned on!

The first cock in my mouth was my own. I was thin and long limbed as a teenager. I self-sucked for a number of years. Sometimes I went head over heels just for the cumshot in my mouth, so I had easier clean-up. I told my long-term partner about all this and he wanted to see me do it. I was now 21, but still flexible enough. I went head over heels--and he began eating my ass as I sucked myself. I shot really hard. We continued doing that for a few years...

Truth be told, It always turns me on, when I tell people that... Keep hoping that someone will respond positively to that! (pardon the pun), and tell me that they love fucking sluts like me!

Dan stood in the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, his reflection in the mirror showing a mix of determination and nervousness. He took a deep breath, the cool tiles beneath his feet grounding him as he began the meticulous task of scrubbing the lining of his ass, following Jason’s instructions to the letter. Each stroke of the toothbrush was deliberate, the bristles scraping against his insides, a ritualistic preparation for what was to come. The bathroom smelled of mint and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the heady scent of poppers that would soon cloud his senses. He finished scrubbing, and snapped a picture of the toothbrush with his phone, the bristles glistening pink under the harsh bathroom light. With a tap of his thumb, he sent the photo to Jason as he had been instructed, a silent confirmation of his readiness. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, a tangible weight pressing against his chest. “You sure about this right, Dan?” Jason’s text arrived, a mix of challenge and encouragement. “Yeah,” Dan typed, despite the flutter in his chest. “I’m sure.” In truth, he was sure. He appraised himself with a certain sense of detachment. Since the last encounter with Jimmy some switch had flipped in his brain. Whether he should or not, he was going to get pozzed. There was no longer any question about it. Once that happened, anticipation had overtaken fear or shame as his primary motivator. Six weeks had gone by and it was now unlikely he was protected by his own previous PrEP or by Jason and Jimmy's meds. He was going to go over and take their toxic cum. It was as if he no longer had any choice in the matter. A little while later, Dan arrived in the apartment, the key to the locked box clutched in his hand. Jason and Jimmy were lounging on the couch, their eyes immediately locking onto him, their expressions a mix of wonder and worry. The box sat on the kitchen counter, its contents—Dan's PrEP, their meds—a reminder of how they had gotten to this point. With a smirk, he unlocked the box, tossed his own PrEP in the garbage, slammed it shut and locked it again. “I’ll never need those again,” he declared, his voice firm. “You’ll only get your meds back when I test poz.” Jason raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Bold move, Dan. You sure you’re ready for what comes next?” “I’ve never been more sure,” Dan replied, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Jimmy leaned forward, his green eyes glinting with mischief. “Then let’s make it official. Get the camera ready, Jason. We’re gonna document this transformation.” Jason nodded, grabbing the camera and setting it up on a tripod, the red recording light blinking like a malevolent eye. Dan stood in the center of the room, his body tense but willing. "Take your clothes off for us Dan," Jason said. Dan did as he was instructed as Jason and Jimmy took off what little they had been wearing and started stroking their cocks. Dan was rock hard. "Sit back on the sofa, raise your legs and show us your hole," Jimmy instructed. Dan did as he was told. He spread his cheeks, exposing his hole to the camera, the act both humiliating and exhilarating. "Tell us what you want that hole to become," Jason said. “I want this to be a poz pussy,” Dan proclaimed, his voice loud and clear. "Tell us what you're going to turn into," Jimmy uttered. Dan smirked and said, “I’m gonna be a poz slut.” The words hung in the air, a declaration of his new identity. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their smirks widening as they moved closer, their presence enveloping him like a warm, suffocating blanket. “On your knees, Dan,” Jimmy commanded, his voice rough with intent. Dan obeyed without hesitation, changing his position on the couch his eyes fixed on Jimmy’s crotch. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he stroked Jimmy's shaft, revealing his thick, uncut cockhead. Dan’s mouth watered as he leaned in, his tongue flicking over Jimmy’s balls, savoring the salty taste of his skin. "Thank Jimmy for making toxic cum in those balls Dan," Jason muttered. “Thank you,” Dan whispered, his breath hot against Jimmy’s groin. “Thank you for going toxic. Thank you for making me toxic.” Jimmy’s hand tangled in Dan’s hair, guiding his mouth to his cock. Dan sucked eagerly, his lips wrapping tightly around the shaft, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Jason stood behind him, his presence a silent reminder of the role he would soon play. “Switch,” Jason ordered, his voice cutting through the haze of desire. Dan turned his attention to Jason, his mouth working just as fervently, his hands gripping Jason’s hips as he worshipped his balls and cock. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet sucking, the air thick with anticipation. Jimmy’s fingers traced down Dan’s back, lingering at his hole before pushing inside, his nails scratching the sensitive flesh raw. Dan gasped, the pain mingling with pleasure as Jason fed him poppers. As the poppers took effect, Dan's mind became a euphoric fog. Jason dropped the poppers next to Dan's hand. "You will probably need a lot of these," Jason said, "we're going to fuck you hard to make sure your ass lining is ready to accept our virus." Dan nodded. “Ready for us, Dan?” Jason asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Yes,” Dan moaned, his body aching with need. “Fuck me. Poz me. Make me toxic.” Jason and Jimmy didn’t hesitate. They took turns, their cocks thrusting into Dan’s hole with relentless force, their voices rough with intent. “We’re pozzing you, Dan,” Jimmy growled, his hips snapping forward. “You’re gonna be our poz slut.” “Yes,” Dan whimpered, his body trembling with each thrust. “More. Please, more.” At a certain point, Dan was riding Jimmy's cock cowboy style, Jimmy thrusting up as he pulled Dan's hips roughly down to meet his. As Jimmy pounded into him, Jason lined up behind, his cock pressing against Dan’s entrance. Dan’s eyes widened as he felt the stretch, his body welcoming the invasion. He had never been double penetrated before. He took a huge hit of poppers as he felt his ass stretching beyond what it had ever done. As the poppers washed over him, he found himself delighting in the pleasure of being fucked by two cocks at the same time despite the pain. It was fantastic. “Cum in me,” Dan whispered, his voice desperate. “Make me toxic. Fill me with your seed.” The camera captured every moment, the red light blinking like a heartbeat. Jimmy’s grip tightened on Dan’s hip, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Jason's eyes locked onto Jimmy’s, his own breath hitching as he anticipated the moment that would change everything. Jimmy’s face contorted, his body tensing as he teetered on the edge. Dan’s heart raced, his body aching with anticipation, the tension in the room palpable. "Take my toxic cum slut," Jimmy howled, thrusting deep inside. The throbbing of Jimmy's cock triggered Jason's orgasm as well. The two tops slowly caught their breath. Jason withdrew his cock from Dan's ass and went to find an ass plug. When he returned, he slowly guided Dan off Jimmy's dick, scooped up all the cum that had fallen out back into Dan's hole and used his fingernails to rough Dan's insides up a little more. Then he slid in the plug. Dan cleaned Jimmy's and Jason's cocks in turn, noticing the metallic tang mixed with cum and ass juice, assuming this was his blood. "Have you guys ever not succeeded in pozzing someone after this stage?" he asked. "No," Jason smiled, "we've been 100% successful. Sometimes it takes a month or two, but we'll get you there Dan, we'll get you there." The three of them made out for a while as Jason and Jimmy ran their hands over Dan's body. Dan felt strangely at peace with himself, waiting for what was to come.

I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

For a long time, I simply denied my sexual urges toward other men. I married a beautiful woman named Beth and we had a decent sex life, though it rapidly reduced to occasional intercourse. As I realized the biological male role didn’t arouse me, I began to imagine during sex that I was the woman sucking cock or being penetrated. This was much more of a turn on. Of course, I never told my wife. From there it was just a short step into fantasizing about other men and jerking off to gay porn. I always pretended I was the bottom – I just had no interest in topping another guy. I might have continued to limit my gay urges to fevered masturbation episodes if it hadn’t been for our new neighbor, Kyle. He moved into the house next door a few months ago. Kyle was gay and made no secret about it, wearing a rainbow pride necklace. On weekends, he would sometimes host fairly raucous parties with as many as a dozen male guests. It didn’t take much to guess what was going on. My fantasies expanded to participating in gay orgies at Kyle’s house. I also found Kyle himself to be incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me (I just turned 30). He was tall and handsome, his body sculpted by long hours in the gym, with close-cropped beard and hair and clear blue eyes. I’m 5’8” and 150 pounds, so he was physically much bigger and more muscular – exactly the kind of male I fantasized about. When he was outside, working shirtless in his garden, sweat glistening on his torso, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He made me nervous in the same way I had been around pretty girls in high school and college, including Beth at first. If he was in his garden, I would find excuses to do my own yard work. I imagined what it would be like to lick his skin with his salty perspiration and then proceed to run my tongue along his cock, before he fucked my virgin ass. Although he was very friendly, I found it hard to talk to him very much. I guess I didn’t trust my ability to control myself without saying something that would give away my lust for him. I was sure he noticed my attention (no doubt he recognized male desire and had been the object of a lot of it) and found it amusing. Beth noticed it, too. One day, after she, Kyle, and I had been talking together at the edge of our yard, she said to me, “Andy, I think you have a crush on Kyle. You keep staring at his body and you get all tensed up when he’s around.” I tried to laugh it off. “Oh, baby, that’s just silly,” I replied. She stared at me. “I know what you’re like when you’re attracted to someone, sweetie. Remember, that’s how you were when we first met.” I didn’t have a good answer. I couldn’t admit she was right, even to myself. Beth just wouldn’t let it go. In the weeks that followed, if she saw Kyle in his garden, she would tease me. “Honey, your boyfriend is outside.” Our sex life ceased entirely. She would rebuff my advances, once going so far as to suggest maybe Kyle would be interested. Finally, she said, “If you don’t do something about your man crush on Kyle, I will.” “Oh, god, you’re not going to tell him, are you?” I realized that I had stopped denying my infatuation. “Sweetie, I don’t have to tell him. Believe me, he already knows.” I blushed beet red. “How?” “It’s obvious, Andy, from the way you look at him, the way you act when he’s around. You’re flustered when he speaks to you. Your tongue is practically hanging out.” “So, what are you going to do?” She smiled and winked at me, but refused to say more. Later that afternoon, I looked out the window and saw Beth and Kyle deep in conversation, looking occasionally at our house. They were both smiling and seemed happy. When I asked her later what they’d been talking about, she gave me an evasive answer. The following Saturday afternoon, my wife announced she had a special work assignment and would be gone until the evening. It was unusual but I gave it little thought. When she left, I went outside to trim the hedges next to Kyle’s garden, hoping to watch him without him being aware. Instead, he saw me immediately and came into our yard to chat. I thought he was flirting with me and I started to reciprocate. Filled with mounting desire, I realized I had to act. “Would you like to come in for a cold one?” I blurted out. Kyle gave me a big smile. “Sounds perfect.” His eyes held mine for a long time. I turned and walked back up the path into our house. He followed. I could feel his eyes on my butt, and I wiggled it as I walked. Once inside, I grabbed a couple of beers, handed him one, and sat on the living room couch. He stood over me, his crotch level with my eyes, I stared at it and watched a bulge form as his cock hardened. I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was thrilled at the thought that he was getting aroused. I felt myself getting hard. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Why don’t you have a seat?” “Good idea,” he answered. Then, even though it’s a long couch and there were a couple of other comfy chairs, he planted himself so close beside me that our arms, hips, and thighs touched. I could smell his sweat. My head was swimming that I was in such close contact as this beautiful Adonis. Then a looked at his short-shorts and saw the smooth head of his dick emerge out from the leg opening as he got even harder. “Holy fuck!” I thought to myself, completely entranced at the sight. Kyle was in complete control and he knew it. He set his beer down on the coffee table, then took mine and put it down. He began to stroke the inside of my thigh. I felt a fire of desire rise within me. He gazed into my eyes. “Andy, let me make this easy on you. I know you’re attracted to me. I think you’re hot, too. I think it’s time we acted on our feelings.” Then he leaned toward me, wrapped one arm around my shoulders, and held my chin with his other hand. His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I sighed deeply. His kiss became more passionate, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands found his torso and ran along his well-defined muscles. I loved the sensation as his stubble and my short beard rubbed against each other – this wasn’t at all like kissing my wife or any woman. I thought, This is what it feels like to kiss a man, and I love it! Kyle paused our kisses and said, “I could use a shower.” I knew he meant both of us. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Just cancelled an appointment I had. I’m free for the whole afternoon.” We walked upstairs and into the primary bathroom, which had a large shower. Beth and I liked to shower together, though that had ended when Kyle came into our life and she had refused to have sex with me. I quickly stripped and faced Kyle. He tossed away his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts. Now I could see his entire cock. It looked huge to my inexperienced eyes. I had a moment of doubt – how could I ever get all of that meat into my mouth or my tight ass? Kyle turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to get warm, he embraced me. His tongue found mine and his hands roamed over my back and butt, his index finger probing my sensitive hole. I pulled back from his kiss and ran my tongue down his neck, tasting that delicious, sweat-coated skin I had so often fantasized about. Then I licked and bit his nipples, which stiffened under my attention. “Oh, that feels good,” he said, holding my head in place as a sign to continue. My tongue found its way down to his chiseled abs before he stopped me by saying, “More of this after we clean up.” It was unlike any shower I had taken before. We kissed and we played with each other’s cocks. Then he soaped my ass and inserted two fingers deep inside me. I felt a new warmth in my ass. “This is soon to be a cunt, Andy. Are you ready?” “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “I’ve been wanted this for a long time.” He laughed. “I know. I can tell when a guy wants to fuck. You showed all the signs.” “Funny, but that’s what Beth said.” “Well, women can often tell when a guy is gay. A sixth sense.” “Even when they’re married to one?” I asked. “Especially when they’re married to one.” We finished and toweled each other until we were both dry. I led Kyle by the hand into the bedroom I shared with my wife. We pulled back the blanket and top sheet. Then Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. I kneeled in front of him. His hard cock was just a couple of inches from my face. I stroked it firmly and it seemed to swell even more. Kyle moaned. Then I leaned forward and began to lick the smooth, mushroom-shaped head. I was rewarded with a little taste of salty precum. So delicious! I opened my mouth and began to take him in, just a little more with each suck. He rested his hands on my head and said, “Take your time, Andy. I know you’ve been wanting this. We should both enjoy it.” And we did. I loved running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the raised veins, and then licking his heavy balls. I knew what they held. I wanted his seed. No, I needed it, deep inside me. I couldn’t take his full length without gagging and he didn’t try to force me. I could feel his tension rising and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I also suspected he had other ideas. I soon learned I was correct. Kyle pulled back and said, “I need to fuck you.” It was both a statement of fact and a command. He stood up. I understood what was expected. I lay down on the bed, my head on a pillow. Kyle joined me on his knees. He took another pillow and slid it under my butt. He lifted my legs toward my chest and I gripped them to give him a clear view of my tight, clenched hole. Then I felt his stubble between my butt cheeks. Warm breath, then an even warmer and very wet tongue, around my hole. I felt myself relaxing into a delicious trance, everything focused on one very sensitive spot on my body. His tongue found its way inside me. Little bolts of erotic energy radiated from my ass, reaching all the way to my toes. “I think you’re ready to be fucked,” Kyle announced. “I prefer bareback, but that’s your call. The last time I tested I was negative, but that was a while back. I’ve hosted some parties since then. I don’t use PrEP.” In all my fantasies about him, I took him raw. I wasn’t about to let anything come between us now. “No condom,” I replied. “That’s good, because I don’t have any rubbers with me.” Kyle applied some lube to his dick and worked some into my hole. Then he placed the tip against my hole. “Your ass is about to become a cunt, Andy. Do you like the way that sounds? A cunt.” “Yes, baby. That sounds really hot. Turn my ass into a cunt.” I felt a burning sensation. At first, I didn’t think he would fit, but his steady pressure and my determination to relax and let him enter me did the trick. (The lube helped, too.) I felt my sphincter ease and then he was inside me. “God, you’re so big!” I murmured. “Honey, that’s just the head,” Kyle replied, smiling. “There’s a lot more.” “I want it all.” Slowly Kyle went deeper. The fullness was exquisite. My entire body quivered with the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. For a moment I thought of Beth and how this was how she must have felt when I was inside her. But that thought vanished as I was lost in my own pleasure. After a few minutes – time no longer had any meaning – I felt Kyle’s pubic hair brush up against my ass cheeks. He lay forward atop me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, thrilled by his muscular body as I ran my hands along his back and arms. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his tongue. When he paused, I smiled and said, “You’re so deep inside me, Kyle. It feels like your cock is going to come all the way out of my throat.” He liked hearing I thought he had a big cock, even though he knew his was my first. He raised himself up and I slid my legs into the crook of his elbows. Now he began to move in and out, each thrust sending a charge through my entire body. “Pump your cock to match my rhythm,” he grunted. I did as he said, even though I just wanted to focus on the pleasure in my ass. My cock got very hard as I stroked it. I felt something building inside me. Kyle was grunting; I was whimpering, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” My load exploded, spurts of my sticky, slick cum flying across my abdomen. The spasming in my ass gripped Kyle’s cock in tight pulses, and he erupted a few seconds later in deep rapid thrusts. I felt a strange wetness inside me. Kyle had seeded me. I loved the sensation. After a few minutes, he softened inside me and then slipped out. We turned on our sides, him behind me with his strong arm wrapped possessively around me, and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were sensual, about Kyle and other men, all of us together and all of them fucking me. As I started to awaken, I became aware that someone else had entered the room. Then I heard Beth’s soft voice. “Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like two gay men in my bed. Looks like they’ve been fucking in my bed.” Kyle sat up. “Hi, Beth. You were right. Andy is into guys.” It dawned on me that they had planned this encounter. “You texted her before, right?” I said to Kyle. “Yup,” he answered, kissing my neck. “Hope you’re not angry with me, honey.” I turned and gave him a deep tongue kiss. “Not at all, baby.” “Well, I’m angry, Andy” Beth said, smiling. She didn’t seem angry at all. “First, you lied about not having a crush on Kyle. Second, you cheated on me, and with a man no less. And third, you’re obviously a faggot, and you kept denying who you really are. Kyle, I think Andy needs to be punished.” “OK,” he answered. “On your hands and knees, Andy, facing Beth.” I did as I was told. Kyle moved behind me, eased my legs apart, pumped his cock a few times, and thrust it inside of me. He wasn’t gentle this time. I grunted as he penetrated me. I took a deep breath. It hit me that I was being fucked by another man while me wife stood in front of me, watching. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by the scene. SMACK! Kyle’s hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. “Ouch!” I cried; Beth’s eyes widened. SMACK! “Thank you, Kyle,” I said. Several more slaps followed, until my ass cheeks felt very warm. With each blow I saw Beth’s eyes blink. I rested on my elbows. She kneeled in front of me and gripped my hands. “You shouldn’t have lied to me,” she said. “I know,” I answered. Several more loud smacks followed. Then Kyle stopped and lay on my back. I let go of Beth’s hands, and Kyle gripped mine. He developed a nice in-and-out motion. I turned my head to kiss him. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I urged. “Fuck me hard and cum inside me again.” I was soon rewarded by another powerful orgasm. I looked up at Beth. She had a strange, knowing expression on her face. Then she turned and walked out of the room. An hour later, Kyle and I dressed and went downstairs. Beth was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, as though nothing had happened. It seemed surreal. Kyle walked over to her, gave her a hug, and said I was welcome to stay at his house for a while until we had sorted things out. Over dinner Beth and I decided I should accept his offer. What he didn’t say was the offer included my first sex party with other men, the next weekend. Eight guys, all well-built. Kyle had told them about me. It was all bareback sex, and by the end of day two every one of them had fucked me at least once. Several had biohazard tattoos, so there wasn’t much doubt about their status. Kyle decided we should live together. Beth and I began to transform our relationship, from husband-and-wife to single-woman-and-gay-best-friend. She even started to talk about the men she was dating and how they were in bed. A few weeks later, I got really sick. Both Kyle and I got ourselves tested, and we were both positive. I can’t be sure he was the one who pozzed me, but I still like to think of him as my baby daddy. After all, like a good neighbor, he was there.

Im 25 and been dating this guy for 4 years and honestly has been the most emotionally fulfill relationship but at the same time I crave sex with multiple guys and want him to join me in the sex adventures. I personally feel board with only one dick and miss the rush of going to a bathhouse or video porn theater getting loads from other men. Was anyone here ever able to go from a monogamous relationship to a sex filled open relationship while still maintaining intimacy? Like I want to have a partner who can show intimacy but also genuinely enjoys being cum hungry together. im on the verge of just ending things with my current bf because of our differences and how I feel trapped and forced to be someone else. the dating scene is already tough and a lot of the bathhouse sluts near my age either are competitive/territorial over the amount of dick they can secure or have zero ability to emotional connect with someone. sorry for the mess of pacing in this post. 😔

Two nights ago. I met up with a guy i partied with before at this guys Playroom. He wanted a 1on1 with me at his place. So I got there and met him at the door he said just wanted us to play together sober. I said its OK as he pulled me in. He said his friend is here and wanted to play also after hearing about the stories he heard about the Playroom. He friend walked to us and said get him naked. So I got stripped at the door as his friend turned me around to grab my ass. He said I want this ass. I said take it as I got pulled to a bedroom. I got pushed on the bed and and felt my hips pulled up as my ass got rimmed for a while. The other got by my head sat leggs spread and had me suck his as I was getting rimmed. Its one of my favorite position. I sucked this nice shaft as i handled his balls tight. I felt a tongue going deep in my ass then nibbling my hole. Yes definitely hot. Then as he started to spit on my hole he got up and felt his cock at my hole i said fuck my hole! He said yea as he pushed in deep. Felt every inch and vein as it slowly pushed in. I laid my head on the crouch of the other guy just moaning. He got in deep and started the thurst harder and harder. I heard him say yes its a nice ass as you told me. Then pounded me for sometime tillnhe started to moan then say take this fuck load as he growled and pushed in deep to stop moving. As he pulled out the other got off and switched. He pushed in fast and pumped fast. He lasted only a few minutes then he blew a load. He pulled out flipped me over and sucked me till I blew a load. We got up and went to the living room to sit. We sat there talking about the parties were were at and I started craving cock so I started to suck the hosts cock for some time till he got hard and I turned around and sat on him. I bounce around till I got another load. I got up and had to go to the bathroom to clean i was dripping bad. I walked out as they were dressing I got dressed and said my goodbyes and left

I totally understand you and have sympathy for your problems. I can’t open the secret box for you because I don’t know the trick. I lived with my boyfriend for more than 16 years and we not only didn’t have sex with a third, or fourth one but even with each other. I cheated on him from time to time and suffered from remorse sometimes for a year. After he had left me (not because of this) I enjoyed the free life of single sluts for almost 7 years. I tried to find someone, but I always shared the fact at the very beginning that I was not able to be in a monogamous relationship. The first date was the last date. 🤣 I accidentally found my love less than a year ago, who is thinking about this like me. We are in a strongly bonded emotional relationship with open doors (more precisely open pants and holes) and it works and we are happy. So, you know your boyfriend. You can carefully mention the opportunity to open the relationship. Probably he will be in. If he strictly monogamous, you should consider what you won and what you lose. Then I decided on keeping the relationship. Although it worked sometimes I felt awful because of cheating, lying and being afraid of meeting anyone in the sauce or the apps who can cover up my secret. Finally I was left because he didn’t feel free in our relationship 🤷🏻‍♂️ A slut can’t be kept in a cage for a long time because it gets away from there sooner or later.

Im thinking about getting an inverted cage, not sure i have the dedication and all to wear it enough to truely cause shrinking, but its damn tempting to try.

same here and that why i spend so much time cruising bookstore cause less flakes and more anon cock. constant flow

As a top, I can always tell. My precum fills it up so much, there's a pressure sensation that gets uncomfortable. If it breaks, pressure is gone and the precum lubes things up more. The few times it's happened, the bottom noticed because the friction and slickness changed. Only had one request to pull out and get another.

Yesterday in the sauna in Antwerp. Ass up and took 5 raw cocks from different tops and took one cofirmed load.

Well it's been a weekend. I've had a lot of fun outside of sexual fun. But someone I always want to see wanted to get together with me. We couldn't do yesterday because I had stuff going on. So we agreed to meet and planned for this morning. I have referred to this man as the long bearded man or bear. But I think going forward I'll refer to him as beast not exactly what I refer to him as but just for the sake of keeping track of things here I'll do that. We were going to meet and get breakfast but things went a little different. I drove to his place so excited to see him. I went up to his place and greeted him at the door. Immediately got a look at him seeing him dressed in a black shirt and black pants all black is how he generally dresses. I loved it. He just looked at me smiling. We kissed as soon as he opened the door and let me in. I embraced him and we both had our familiar hug and reunion and passionate kisses. Again I loved having our beards touch while we both made out. I pulled on his long beard as well and he started smiling he loves when I do that. We both continued to make out with him and myself both fully dressed. We broke away for a moment and walked into the kitchen. I loved the taste of coffee on his breath because I know he just had some. I wasn't sure what we were going to do but we embraced again and made out some more. It wasn't long before he pushed me back on his bean bag chair and I was on my back. He got on top of me in no time. We were both fully clothed and we continued to make out. He leaned over my face and I could already tell what was coming. I opened my mouth and accepted his saliva. I swallowed it with pleasure and a smile and thanked him for it. We continued to make out some more. He undid his shirt a little more so I had access to his sexy pierced nipples. I played with his pierced nipples twisting them. I was already pretty hard myself. I undid my shorts and pulled them down. My cock was rock hard and he started sucking my dick. His mouth felt so good. I thought about guys who often message me sometimes wanting to suck my dick only or jack off. And then I thought about this sexy bearded beast sucking my dad and started thrusting my cock slowly in and out of his mouth. Then his phone rang. This is becoming a comedic routine at this point. Is this scripted every time haha. A friend of his called. While he was talking to his friend on speaker phone I twisted his nipples and grinned at him. He tried not to moan. His friend was telling him some stuff and I was jacking my cock and stroking it. In between him and his friend talking he would go down on my cock and suck me. He made some slurping noises but tried to not make it too obvious. I also controlled myself and tried not to moan so much. It didn't sound like his friend caught on. It was amusing and hot at the same time watching him go down and my dick and come off it talking to his friend. Eventually the conversation ended and they disconnected the call. I was so hard afterwards and we resumed making out. He sucked my dick some more and then came up and kissed me. He said we better go get something to eat. I told him him yeah but I had other plans. When we both stood up we kissed some more. I maneuvered him and grabbed him and lightly turned him around and pushed him on the bean bag chair where he his belly was on it. I pulled down his pants and pulled off his boots. I rimmed his hole and loved licking his hairy ass. His hole is always so tight too I love that. I enjoyed my tongue in his hot hairy ass and licking it. I then started fingering his hole. He knew what was coming. I spit on my dick and started pushing it inside him. He started to moan and I tried to get on the bean bag to fuck him. I was fucking him partially but the shifting of it threw off my balance. We decided to go into the bedroom. He got on his belly and I shoved my cock in him and started fucking him. He did that sexy deep moan that he did similar to last time I fucked him. He was loving it. I was initially just pumping away deeper in his hot ass but I pulled out more and started just pulling out and pushing in part way. He was really loving this and saying how good it felt and I kept fucking him this way. He then said he wanted my seed and my DNA. I was trying to hold out but fuck him of all men telling me he wanted to be bred of course I wanted to breed him too. I started fucking him faster and harder and felt my dick getting harder. I couldn't hold back anymore. I told him I'm going to cum and I'm going to breed him. I shot my load and shouted out and felt my load fill his ass. I layed on top of him for a moment and then I shifted and pulled him up so we were both on our side and my dick was still in him depositing the my load. We both layed next to each other for a moment spooning each other. Once my dick went flaccid and came out of his hole we turned and faced each other and kissed. We decided now is a good time to eat. We originally said breakfast but it was well into lunch time. So we got dressed and left to get lunch and then came back. He had plans today but he said we have some time before he has to go. He did not have to tell me twice. We were back to making out and when we kissed he did a little bit of breath play with me. I don't always fully know how to respond to this but I tried my best and held out as long as I could. He called me a good boy afterwards and we resumed kissing. We were near the bean bag chair so I took a page out of his book and pushed him backwards so he fell directly onto the bean bag chair on his back like he did to me earlier. He was smiling when he was on his back and I straddled him and made out out with him some more. I grabbed and pulled his sexy long heard and bite his face and his ears. He loves when I bite and nibble on him. I also licked his face which he loves. My dick was hard too so I took off my shorts and fed him my dick. I felt so hot and good straddling him and having him suck my dick. After I pulled my dick out I undid his shirt and played with his nipples. Then I sucked his nipples and heard him moan the more I sucked on them and the harder I bit down on them. After sucking his nipples for a while I made my way down to his belly button and bite and licked his stomach. I got to his crotch and I undid his pants and pulled them off as well as his boots. I sniffed and licked his crotch and sucked his balls. I loved the taste and I went to his beautiful cock with his PA on it. I took his cock into my mouth and started biting his cock. I feel like I have to say this every time but he loves when I bite him everywhere including his cock. He told me while I was sucking him to bite down and really chew on his cock. The more I bite and chewed on his cock the harder he got. I was loving sucking him but it still does feel like mentally it's a block to bite down on a man's cock but I do it for him anyways. I was loving this sucking his cock and feeling it get harder in my mouth while also working around the PA. Unfortunately his alarm went off and he said we have to wrap it up because he has plans and places he needs to be soon. But before we both left he said he wanted to show me something. I went into another room of his and he pulled out a bag with a pig on it. Oh I was well aware of what the pig logo was from haha. He pulled out some leather stuff showing me some leather stuff he had and also..a few collars. He asked me if he could put it on me and of course I bowed my head and gave him approval. He tried a few different ones on me for sizing and just to see how it felt on me and and to be able to pull on it. He also put a mask on me and took me to the mirror with the mask on. I looked so different in it and it reminded me of when I played with someone else in the past. But I loved how I looked in it. It was a little tight we both agreed but also it has a way to loosen it in the back. He put the collars up and the leather stuff up. He clarified last time that the collar isn't for ownership of me just ownership during play which is fine. He gave me something and said he wants me to work on it everyday. I told him he'll see the progress when he gets back from his trip. I shared some stories and experiences of things i've done. Of things I've posted here and he said they sound like fun and like they were hot. He told me about more experiences of his as well. He also once again hinted at future things he wants to do to me which I loved. It was great to see him again. The passion, the energy exchange, and the sex was hot. There were moments of tenderness too after leaving his place and coming back. Just everything about this man is incredible. I also told him how I fully recognize the we'll refer to it as "creature" that's in me. And how I recognize it's growing and what it is and how he saw this in me all along. He said he did and it's good that I recognize it more and want it to grow. What a busy and fun weekend. Glad I got end/start it with the sexy beast I've been wanting to see all week. 1 Load fucked and bred into the sexy beast of a bear. Until next time..

Anytime that someone has asked me how I got pozzed, I've always told the truth! (Including my doctors, and my social worker)... I tell them that, honestly, I don't know who pozzed me, that I'm a slut, and have had probably over a thousand sex partners, most of them anonymous/one night stands/adult bookstores/theaters, etc.. I usually laugh, as I tell them this. If they act shocked, or offended, oh well!

If the bottom isn't sufficiently distracted and notices the condom broke there are a lot of good responses I've tried... 1. "Ooops, oh no worries I've "prepared" another" 2. "that must be why it started to actually feel good, lets try a few more strokes like this and then I'll put another on. Don't worry, I won't cum inside" - When I pulled out to put the condom on lost my boner. He'll thought it was because of the condom, but it was also because I just came in him. 3. Him: "did the condom just..." -interrupted by me "Fuck I'm cumming!" If the bottom catches me intentionally breaking the condom... I'll have to update if this ever happens. The closest I got was someone texting after and try and accuse me of stealthing him because his hole was "sloppy" and he couldn't find the condom. I told him I flushed it because it was full of cum and it would make his bathroom smell bad, I also told him I noticed his hold was sloppy when I entered him and I feel like I need to get tested now in case it was gono. lol, he shut up after that.

I was glad for the weekend. I was going to meat JOEY at the bookstore, and was looking forward to it. I’d had no sex for a week and felt like I had to get some or die. I wheeled into the parking lot and noticed the large number of cars. A lot of horny dudes in there. But it was Friday, a Friday that would change my life forever. I entered the place and looked around for my friend. He wasn’t there yet, but I was early. So I thought I’d find someone to pass the time with. There were a number of possibilities. I saw this hot muscle stud. He was blonde, in his 30’s, wearing jeans and a T-shirt with CALIFORNIA printed across it. 5'9", about 160. A real hunk. But maybe a little out of my league. Five quarters later I left my first booth. I looked for CALIFORNIA, but he was no where in sight. I figured he’d left or he was doing some guy in a booth. But I did see my buddy, JOEY. He’d just come through the door. Joey and I met in this very place several months ago. We’d had sex a number of times, always in the very same booth, one kind of isolated from the others. We’d exchanged phone numbers. He called me when he was horny, or I called him. I guess you could say we were “compatible.” Joey’s married. Joey headed toward “our” booth, but it was occupied. We were about to search for an alternative, when out walked CALIFORNIA. We made eye contact for an instant, but Joey entered and I followed. We shut the door. I dropped my jeans and he unbuckled his. He took off his T-shirt and stood there nude and at my mercy. His swollen dick bobbed straight out from his pubes and dangled temptingly before my lips. He grasped his dick and milked a huge drop of precum from his piss slit Typical for Joey, it just oozed out of him and started to run down his shaft. I closed my lips around it, pulled back, and a long cord of jizz connected my lips to his dick. I licked his cockhead all over and let his thick pole glide down my throat. “You want my cum, baby? I got a big load for you tonight.” I had no doubt. He milked another load. This time he rubbed it all over my face. I had his precum on my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead, even in my hair. He bent down to kiss me and spat in my mouth. He pushed his dick down my throat. I gagged a little and rolled my tongue around the base of his shaft. He got to moaning and making little fukking motions. Made me think my mouth wasn’t the only hole he was interested in We’d forgot to lock the door, so I was caught in the act when in walked CALIFORNIA. Joey looked at CALIFORNIA and at me. The expression on my face must have told him I was up for a threesome, cause right in front of California he thrust his thick dick all the way down my throat. I gagged violently, and he and California kissed. I ran my hands along California’s calves and thighs. The outline of his swollen dick was obvious through his jeans. He pulled off his jeans and shirt and removed his briefs. He was built, and his dick was hard and slightly longer than Joey’s. He ran his tongue across my face, and licked off Joey’s precum, then went to his knees to milk my dick. California’s lips and mouth got shiny. He pried his tongue through Joey’s lips and passed the juices back to him. I wanted to get screwed in the worst possible way. These were two very hot guys with gobs of unshot cum. And all they’d done so far was suck and kiss. I manipulated California so that I had a good view of his butt.. My nose brushed his cheeks, and he pushed back against me so it was buried in his crack. My tongue darted in and out of his hole. It smelled of a delightful musky man odor. I ate and licked and sucked that nice tasty hole while Joey mouthed his dick. California spread his legs so both of us could get a clear shot at his privates. He moaned and urged us on. California went down on both of us. I was so close I wasn’t sure I could hold back any longer. He pushed me into Joey’s crack and went to work on his dick. Poor Joey was in ecstasy! From his moans and groans, I was sure he was going to shoot. We must have getting pretty loud with our slurping and sucking cause there was a knock at the door. Fearing a visit from the management, California cracked the door, then released it. In walked this black guy. As the dude entered, I caught a glimpse of a bunch of guys lined up against the wall. Apparently our moaning and groaning had aroused a lot of curiosity. California’s hands caressed the black guy’s crotch as he pulled off his T-shirt and jeans. He had a damn good body and a half hard dick . California sucked it till he got his juices flowing, then turned his attention to my ass and got into tonguing me big time. With California’s tongue up my butt, I was as hot as I’d ever been. I never wanted to be screwed so bad in my life. I whispered to California to put it in me. A slight smirk crossed his face as he nodded in agreement. His finger probed my hole which he replaced with his dick. He used no lube other than precum and felt like a telephone pole entering my ass. Joey and the black dude watched hypnotized. California would pull back till he was almost out of me, then plunge back in. Over and over again. It was a recipe for cumming. I felt like I was going to crap. Squishy sounds emanated from my butt as California’s precum lubed my guts. At last he pulled out, saying he was getting too close. The black guy replaced him, and his hard dick entered my hole. He was more forceful than California and began banging me hard. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel his dick rubbing my gland and felt like I was going to piss. The black guy yelled for me to take his cum. He rammed it all the way in and held it there. His pole jerked in my ass as his creamy man load spewed into my ass. It was awesome! He quickly pulled out, dressed quickly, and was gone. California pushed Joey toward my backside, and my sexmate entered me bareback. Despite our friendship, I’d let the black guy and California to do me first, so I suspected it was pay back time. I was right. He grabbed my waist and plowed me hard. Maybe vindictively, maybe just eagerly--but the result was definitely not gentle. No one that evening produced a condom or tried to use one. I was getting gangbanged bareback and was in sex heaven. “Shoot in his ass! Fill him up!” California urged Joey. “The bitch deserves it! And I’m gonna use your cum to make him feel real good when I shoot in him.” Was I loving this? I’d never barebacked before. What had I been missing? I wondered if any of these guys were poz. If so, too late. If AIDS was in the cards, then it might as well happen sooner than later. The only thing I really cared about was for these guys to shoot their jizz in me. Joey pounded me hard. His balls slapped my ass. He pumped so hard that my head struck the wall several times. California stood there coaching. “Use that hole. Breed the guy.” He and Joey deep-throated as he plowed my ass. Joey said he was close, and California pulled him off me telling him he’d better not cum yet. Then California entered me. And the pounding resumed. We’d forgotten about the door when the black dude left. It slowly opened, and this tall, long-haired, hippie type peered in. I don’t think either California or Joey saw him at first. He shut the door, removed his jeans, and presented himself to Joey. California, temporarily distracted by the hippie, came out of me, and Joey seized the opportunity to re-insert himself. He was really close and moaned, announcing to whomever was listening that he was about to cum. He thrust hard; and, for the first time, my friend deposited his load in me. California meanwhile, screwed the hippie. Joey, who was all sweated up, kept his dick in me until it went soft. He pulled out and began to dress. The hippie, being careful not to dislodge California, turned my body so he was facing my cummy ass. He ate my hole till his lips went shiny. We kissed. I smelled the musky odor of my butt on his face and tasted the jizz that moments before had been in my ass. He spit the cum, mixed with saliva, into my mouth. California pulled out of him and re-entered me. As he did so he unlatched the door and swung it open for everyone in the place could see. The guys who were leaning against the wall came to attention. Two guys came in. One found his way into the hippie’s ass, and the other chewed on California’s nips and well formed pecs. With the additional stimulation, California really got to moaning and plugged me hard. He whispered how much he wanted to BREED me, and I told him how much I wanted his SEED. The hippie, with a fresh load of cum in him, offered me his dick to suck on while I got plowed. The other guy, who’d been working California’s nips, jerked off at my side. California whispered, so none of the others could hear, “Here comes my poz load, bitch. Take my dirty seed up your cunt." He pushed hard against me. I felt him throb and quiver as his jizz shot into me. Another load hit my ear and cheek. It splattered on the stomach of the hippie who, in his the excitement, lost control and pissed down my throat. I swallowed again and again. After he emptied his bladder, he planted the biggest kiss on my lips. I passed a mouthful of piss back to him. I suspected he was the only one who’d overheard California’s words. The party was over. We were all spent, but I had yet to shoot and was hard as a rock. The door was wide open, but California and I just sat there naked staring at the wall. I wasn’t upset that he’d shot his poz jizz into me, just amazed that I’d taken my first poz load so soon. I asked if he was really from California. He said, yes. That ever since he’d been pozzed, he searched for new holes to breed. Said he a “Gift Giver,” that he’d never taken meds, and was soon to pay the price cause his virus was way out of control. He looked at me hard as I scanned his body for some sign of what he was talking about. He told me I could go the same route he had. “Once you start, you can never stop,” he cautioned. “It just gets easier and easier until you get a certain quota in your head, and you’ll do anything to meat it.” He gave me the most angelic smile, kissed me, and said he hoped he’d given me something to remember him by. We dressed and left the booth. I didn’t follow him out. Although I was tired, I was still hard and horny Unlike Joey and the others, I hadn’t cum. I entered another booth. The door to the next booth swung open. Through the glory hole I saw the light brighten, then dim, then go very, very dark. No quarters dropped. No video played. No dick popped through the aperture. Curious, I felt the opening and found myself probing a well lubed asshole--lubed with what I did not know nor care. What the hell, I thought. A chance for some real relief. I dug a couple of fingers into my wet stretched hole and scooped out a couple gobs of cum. I lubed my shaft and guided it into the anonymous mancunt. I was pretty sexed up, so I didn’t take long to shoot. I wondered how long it be before I became infectious. Probably too soon. Still there was the possibility that California’s poz jizz all over my dick might do the trick. I waited and dropped a quarter while my unseen buddy zipped up and got out of there as quickly as possible. I’d given him what he’d come for. Maybe more. Only then did I realize what a toll the evening had taken. I felt drained. As I drove home I mulled over the events of the night. Did I really want to turn out like California? A Giver? Or was I one already? I thought of the guy in the next booth--and of Joey. Turn about’s only fair play, I supposed. He’d screwed me, so I was entitled to screw him. I’d have to call him next week and arrange something. He was always so eager. He and his wife might end up the lucky ones. I could see to that.

This is a true account of the first time I was used. It was so long ago I haven't changed the name and location that it took place. The person, Ron is long dead and the workshop demolished. Everything is exactly as I remember it. In 1977 (yes I'm that old) I was an apprentice mechanic for the Royal Mail, otherwise known as The Post Office, at the main Motor Transport Workshop in West London. The bulding consisted of separate buildings for rebuilding engines, gearboxes, suspension units and a vehicle body workshop. Additionally there facilities for general servicing of cars, motorbikes, and large lorries.All together there were probably 120 + people employed there. As an apprentice you had to work a few months in each department. At the time I was spending all money on racing motorcycles and doing as much overtime as I could to fund it. I regularly worked a couple of hours extra each day and Saturday mornings. As an apprentice you limited as which departments you could do overtime and there always had to be supervision. I had recently joined the 'Docking Line' which was basically for servicing small cars and vans. One particular Saturday morning I was doing the valve clearances on a Commer Van. These had three bench like seats in the cab and engine was located under the seats. So to work on the engine you removed all three seats and a plate that covered the engine. That particular Saturday Big Ron, a qualified mechanic and I were the only people working in the whole building. The work I was doing meant I had to lean in through the passenger side and stretch to reach into the van. I had the rocker cover off and was checking the valve clearances with feeler gauges when Big Ron pushed in beside me. I have to explain here that 'Big Ron' was called that, not because he was well endowed, although he was, but because he was a fat cunt. Also that there was minimal room through the passenger door entrance, so when he pushed in beside me he was also slightly on top of me. He asked how it was going and I replied that I was nearly done. I could feel his body pressing harder than was necessary into my left buttock and back and also feel something hard pressing into me. Initially I thought he had a screwdriver or something in his pocket but, as he pushed further into the cab I realised it was his cock and he was fully erect. I tried to move a little but realised I was pinned down. As I did so I felt him rub himself against me. Now, I knew I was attracted to men from an early age but had never acted on it. Big Ron was in no way attractive but, I have to say I was turned on by the way his cock felt. I was also extremely nervous and embarrassed. Ron was the last person I would have thought was homosexual. (Gay was a reference that didn't exist then. At least, I'd never heard it said in that context) He was very much a man. Rough and ready with a deep voice. However, there he was, obviously stimulated and rubbing himself against me. "You feel that" he said obviously referring to his hard on. "I reckon you like a bit of cock don't you" I was so nervous but my own cock was now also fully hard. All I could mutter was "mmmm" I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "I knew you were queer" he wispered into my ear and grabbed my right buttock then slid his hand between my arse cheeks, at which point I gasped and he chuckled. He then moved directly behind me and rubbed his cock between my cheeks and bit into the back of neck. He then pulled me back slightly by pulling my hips with both hands, then reached round and grabbed my cock which was now dripping profusely inside my filthy overalls. I felt incredibly turned on. The weight of his fat torso on my back, his cock pressing into my arse and his hand on my cock made my head spin. "I'm going to have you boy" he said. I knew what he meant, he was going to fuck me. I wanted it but, I was incredibly nervous and a little scared. I had never been penetrated. He reached around me, unzipped my overalls then pulled them back over my shoulders. As he did so I I pulled my arms free. He continued to pull them down my back and legs and I stepped out of them. All I was left wearing was a T-shirt and a pair of briefs which he roughly pulled off me. I was shaking visibly now and I heard him unzip the front of his own overalls. Then, for the first time I felt a naked cock on my back. I reach backwards and felt his member. It felt huge and it was dripping at the end. "Suck it" was all he said. I turned and saw it was at least seven or eight inches long and was pointing directly up at me from under his huge belly. He put his hands on my head and pushed me down until my mouth was level with his cock. I have to say he smelt of body odour and I wasn't keen but, opened my mouth and tasted cock and another mans precum for the first time. He began to thrust forward and deep in my throat until I was chocking. My throat began to produce huge amounts of viscous fluid which caked his cock. "Enough " was all said then pulled on my hair and me up, turning me around at the same time. I felt his cock now caked in the mucus from my throat slide between my arse cheeks. "How many times have you been fucked boy" I replied "Never" "Fuck, yes a virgin. Going to deflower you boy" I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my hole and tensed. "You need to relax. I ain't going to lie, it's going to hurt the first time. Your sphincter has to be broken in" With that he pushed inside me. The pain was horrendous. I begged him to take his cock out but he just held it inside me then began to slowly fuck me. Tears were rolling down my face as I sobbed. I continued begging him to stop but he clearly didn't care. My arse was on fire and he had to use all his strength to hold me firm. He fucked me for a full ten minutes. All the time I was crying with the pain. He was fucking hard when his breathing changed and he grunted then cried out as his cock ejeculated copious amoumts of his sperm into me. I was so grateful when cock slipped out of me. I looked round and was scarred when I saw blood on his cock. I thought he had severely injurred me at sight of the blood and how sore my arse hole felt. If I had to go to hospital how would be tell them what had happened. Big Ron tried to reassure me, saying that it was only because it was my first time. I went home still scared and petrified I had a serious injury. I vowed that I would never do that again. It took a few days before the soreness dissipated. By the following Saturday all I could think about was getting fucked again. I'd had several wanks imagining Big Rons cock in me again. Big Ron would regularly fuck me after work in the toilet or on overtime for the next six months. Each time he fucked me the pain was less and pleasure more. I still miss that cock. One morning I turned up at work to be told Big Ron at suffered a fatal stroke. As far as I can recall this is exactly as events that day happened.

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Chapter 11: Shift Change Emergency Department, Clearbrook University Medical - Steighn Research Building. 0647 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX “So, Mr. Henderson, general surgery will be coming up to see you later this morning once we get you admitted upstairs to discuss the procedure to extract the item. One of the nurses will be in to take you and your wife upstairs. Any questions?” Trevor asked, adjusting his glasses as he spoke while leaning back against the counter of the small private emergency room, his arms folded across his chest. The couple, still embarrassed, were unable to look him in the eye as he spoke. The husband shifted uncomfortably in the bed, wincing with each movement. “Okay, well, like I said, please make sure that you use something with a base next time so we can avoid this happening again in the future. You both have a good morning,” Trevor said, standing up and tiredly trudged out of the room. Walking into the doctors’ station behind the counter across from the room, he flopped down in the chair, tossing his stethoscope on the desk next to the monitor. Leaning back, he slowly rubbed his face, struggling to stay awake. “Katie is getting ready to take the Hendersons up to 5 East, can you work on the discharge? Also, pharmacy is on the line for room 11 about a possible drug interaction,” Maggie, the older charger nurse, said, walking in and placing a hot cup of coffee and a small packet of aspirin on the table. “Thanks…” Trevor said, slowly sitting back up with a groan before tapping his badge on the reader next to the screen. After a few clicks, he took a quick sip of the steaming cup and let out a happy groan before working on the discharge and admission order for Mr. Henderson. “Any luck on your treasure hunt?” Maggie said, snickering as she flopped on the old, worn couch across from the computer desks. “I am not paid enough to go spelunking in a fifty-year-old man’s ass for two different dildos. I’ll leave that gift for the boys and girls upstairs in gen surg. I swear… who in their right mind thinks it's a good idea to try and get one stuck toy out by shoving another one up there after it?” “Hey, at least they didn’t try to use one of those grabber things as well. That’s what the night shift yesterday had stuck in a guy,” Dr. Marsden, one of the residents said, turning around and joining the conversation. “I swear… the fascination of putting random things up your butt will never cease to amaze me…” Maggie said, shaking her head as she got up. “And it's always the married couple or straight man who gets curious.” “I would kill my husband if he made me come to the ER with him for something like that,” Trevor said, giving his head a slight shake as he spoke. "That reminds me! How is Eli? Are you both enjoying married life?” Maggie said, getting up and stretching. “He’s off on a work thing,” Trevor said, smiling as his mind drifted to the extremely fun roll in bed they’d had a few days before, taking turns breaking in their marital bed. “I know that look…. Someone got busy…” James, another of the nurses, said as he walked in carrying a large box. “Donut day, everyone! Want one?” The large bear of a man opened the box to display its contents. Holding up his hand, Trevor gave a slight shake of his head, watching as the other people in the room grabbed one. “Hey, did we hear anything about that call for Fire and EMS over to that big genetics lab?” Trevor asked, clicking submit on the electronic charting system with a large flourish, glad to finally be finished with all his patients. Forty-seven patients in twelve hours. The infectious disease specialist part of him was surprised by the numerous cases of a strange new respiratory bug going around, suspecting that the flu season was going to be especially active this year. Otherwise, a lot of cuts, broken toes from late-night trips to the bathroom, four different behavioral complaints, and to finish the night, two foreign bodies in the rectum. Part of him felt bad for the x-ray techs in radiology, knowing that he’d likely flooded them with orders all night. He’d have to remind himself to buy them dinner on his next shift as a thank you for them keeping up with his ordering frenzy. “Jennings mentioned something about part of the highway being shut down for it, but all quiet so far,” Dr. Marsden said, typing away at her computer. “Glad it's becoming a DSO.” “DSO?” Trevor asked, unsure if he even wanted to know what the acronym meant. “Day-shift opportunity,” Marsden said, smiling wickedly as she spoke. “We wouldn’t want them complaining we left all our problems for them.” “No… we really wouldn’t,” Trevor said, smiling and yawning. “Well, if you all have it handled, I’m going to go grab my things from the locker room and try to beat the rush hour traffic. Need me for anything on shift change rounds, Mag?” “Nah, waiting room is pretty much cleared out and now we’re just waiting for the go ahead to take the stragglers upstairs. Go home and rest, and I’ll see you tonight for the real fun to begin,” Maggie said, rubbing her neck. “What do you mean by ‘real fun’…” Marsden said, turning her chair to speak with Maggie as Trevor grabbed his stethoscope, coffee and aspirin, and walked towards the locker room. “Halloween,” Trevor could hear James answer, chuckling ghoulishly as he spoke. “This must be your first one in the ER. Expect things to get really wild tonight.” Yawning again, Trevor tapped his badge to the door and quickly grabbed his backpack from his locker, numbly shoving his stuff in the bag and slowly began the long trudge to the employee parking garage, following the various staff through the halls as shift change went into full swing, coming behind a small group of people, he listened in as they spoke, smiling. “The guy was such a whiny brat,” one of the girls said. “I mean, he and his wife were the ones to put two monster toys up there and get them stuck. If you can’t handle the meat, stay out of the kitchen.” “It’s ‘heat’. And yeah… use a base, my guy…” the male of the group said, yawning and looking behind him at Trevor. “Oh, hey Dr. Bing- I mean Kade. Keep forgetting that. Heading home, too?” Smiling, Trevor gave a small, tired nod at the group. “Yep. Time to go home and sleep. Don’t bring anything tonight for dinner, guys,” Trevor said, following the group as they walked and chatted. “I owe you all for keeping up on the orders tonight.” “Oh my god, you are just the best!” one of the radiology technologists said, smiling at Trevor as they walked, waiting in line at the time clock. “No, you guys are, can’t do it without you,” Trevor beamed. “Just find me tonight and let me know what you all want to order. Seriously. My treat.” Walking off as the time card chimed after tapping his badge, Trevor pulled out his phone taking a quick peek at his drive home, noticed the massive traffic jam on the highway, and opted instead on taking the surface streets. “Omg… I swear, so unfair he plays for the other team…” he could just barely make out one of the girls in the group saying. “Daddy Kade can destroy me. The things I would do to that man…” “He’s got a husband, Rachel,” the male said, laughing as he spoke. “And a pretty hot one at that. And I’m sure he probably does all that and more. Girl… You wouldn’t stand a chance.” “He can join in as far as I’m concerned,” Rachel said as Trevor just shook his head as the elevator doors closed, silencing the cackling laughter from the girls in the group as the elevator silently glided down into the basement parking garage. Stepping off the elevator, Trevor walked over to his car, wordlessly tossing his bag into the trunk area before getting into his car, letting the silence wash over him. The stark contrast from the constant busy hum of the emergency room was refreshing in his mind, glad that the grueling twelve-hour shift was finally over. Starting up his car, he quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick text to Elias. Hey babe. On my way home. Hope the mission is going ok. Listening as the phone dinged, the message successfully sent, Trevor tossed it into the cupholder on the center console, turning the radio on and pulling out of the garage. His car quietly glided on the still thankfully sparsely-populated streets, as the announcer on the radio droned on with the morning news. “Traffic is still snarled on Interstate 276, with several fire and police on scene near Sterling Creek. Better take another route if you need to go by that part of the highway. Delays are currently sitting at over a half an hour, and DOT officials are still getting back to us on when the road may be cleared. In other news, representatives from the local employer Helixion Genetics as well as with a spokesperson with the military will be holding a press briefing shortly on the continuing sit-” Turning the radio station, Trevor slowly started tapping on his steering wheel and humming along with the catchy synth beat of some 80s song as he settled into the now long drive through the suburbs. — Pulling up to his building, Trevor pressed the ignition button of his car and sat in silence, glad to finally be home as he relaxed for a moment. Grabbing his phone, he checked to see if Elias had replied, only slightly dejected as there was no reply yet. “Probably still on the mission without a signal or something,” Trevor said to himself, putting the phone back in his pocket, before getting out of the car and stretching his tired muscles. Deciding that it could wait until later, Trevor left his backpack in the car, locking the doors and walking up to the doors of their apartment building. Pacing around the door, a rather preppy looking guy in really short bright pink shorts and an old cut off t-shirt kept looking in the door. “Sorry, do you need in? Forgot your keys?” Trevor asked, pulling his set out and unlocking the door and holding it open expectantly. The man suddenly looked at Trevor, an almost feverish look on his face, a light sheen of sweat on it somewhat out of place in the cool autumn morning air. An odd expression spread across the man’s face as he took in who was talking to him. “Oh… no… I uh…. No. I’m good. Was hoping to catch someone. I’ll just… go….” the man said, stumbling on his words nervously. Concerned, Trevor pulled out his phone and unlocked it. “Need me to call someone for you? See if they’re still home?” Trevor asked, wondering idly at the man’s strange actions. “NO! I…. No. I’m good,” the man said, rubbing his hands on his sides. “I shouldn’t have come here.” Suddenly, the man raced off. Shrugging his shoulders, Trevor walked in and quickly climbed the few flights of stairs up to the apartment, making quick work of the lock to the apartment door and shut it behind him. Glad to finally be home, he tossed his keys in the small bowl on the table next to the door, immediately recognizing the sound of soft snoring coming from the living room. Poking his head in, he watched the blond man snoring soundly on his couch. “Apparently the mission must have been cancelled or something,” Trevor softly said to himself, quickly going to the hallway closet and pulling out a pillow and blanket, lifting Tobias’ head and pushing the pillow hard underneath it, before quickly draping the blanket over the man’s body. Smiling, he quietly walked into the bedroom and looked as Elias’s muscular form rolled over, the lights all turned on in the room. Elias's boxers strained against a prominent erection. Trevor snorted softly as he moved quietly around the room, gathering Elias's discarded gym clothes and turning off the lights. Grabbing the thin throw blanket from the chair in the corner, he tossed it over Elais’s sleeping form before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Frowning, he pulled back and gently placed a hand on Elais’s forehead, noticing the heat from his husband’s body before even placing the hand down. There was a slight sheen of sweat on the expanse of skin. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed a small glass off the counter and filled it with tap water, grabbing a few Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet before walking back into the room. “Hey babe, take these,” he said, running his hand through Elias’s damp hair, causing him to stir slightly. Elias opened his eyes blearily, looking confused. “Trev? What are you doing here? You should be at home…” Elais asked, his voice deep and gravely, making Trevor feel even more concerned his normally healthy husband was really coming down with something. “Shhh… just take these pills and go back to sleep, okay?” Trevor whispered gently, grabbing his wrist and feeling Elias’s heartbeat racing just under the skin. Slowly, Elias opened his mouth. Trevor quickly put two of the tablets in his mouth and held the glass of water to his lips, feeling satisfied as Elias quickly gulped the water down and with a sigh, flopped his head back on the bed. As quietly as he could, Trevor walked over to the dresser, pulling out a few pairs of sweatpants and t-shirts, and after changing out of his scrubs, dropping his now-wrinkled scrubs on top of Elias’s sweaty gym clothes in the hamper. He then exited the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him. Slowly walking into the kitchen, Trevor rummaged around in the fridge, pulling out some supplies to make breakfast. Bacon and eggs sounds really good right now. Good thing we went shopping. As he cooked, he smiled as he heard the man in the living room slowly wake up with a start, snorting out of the snore suddenly. “I left you a pair of clothes to change into if you want,” Trevor said aloud, listening to the groaned reply. “I made you and Elais a plate as well in here, if he’s hungry when he wakes up,” Trevor said. “What… no sausage? And you call yourself a proper wife?” was the only reply from the living room. “You’re lucky I made you anything,” Trevor replied, rolling his eyes as he walked towards the guest bathroom. “Keep it up, and all you’ll get is a dry piece of toast. I’m going to go shower off all the hospital.” —- Elias woke up with a start, rocketing up in bed and drenched in sweat, his heart pounding as he took a few gasps of air. At first, he thought he was still down in the basement of Building 3, crashing through the door with his fellow men as they escaped and raced through the forest outside the building. The voice in his head kept telling him to infect, to recruit. Fragments of jumbled scenes raced through his head, and his cock hardened at some of the memories… A cock in his mouth, being fucked by several of the huge monsters, even fucking a few of his team members himself. However, the memories felt foreign, like he was watching them through other people’s eyes. Groggily, he got up, shambling over to the faucet in the bathroom before turning on the tap and gulping down more cold water, cupping a handful and splashing it on his face in hopes of waking himself up more. Slowly, he finally felt like he was more awake and looked at himself in the mirror. A light sheen of sweat still covered his body, now feeling refreshingly cool on his form as he looked at his muscles. He could swear he looked even more muscular than before; the few problem areas on his body where fat had started to set in as he got older now melted away. Even his muscles looked somewhat bigger than normal, forcing his veins to look more prominent. It gave him a more toned look, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the look and started giving a small flex in the mirror. Looking at his face, gone now was the almost sickly grey pallor of his skin, now back to its normal golden glow, his eyes looking seemingly normal, if not still a little glossy, like he had finally broken a fever after being sick. After how off he felt the night before, he suddenly felt great, feeling a rush of energy coursing through his veins. His hearing, normally decent, felt almost superpowered, being able to hear someone moving around in his apartment. Looking around in the bedroom, he noticed that his previously strewn-about gym clothes were now placed in the hamper, underneath a pair of rumpled black scrubs. Even from across the room, he could smell the antiseptic on the clothing, as well as the faint whiff of cologne and deodorant, and the smell that could only be described as his husband’s scent. He could even make out the smell of his own sweat, feeling himself get hard as the odor of sex also mixed in with it. Thinking back, he could remember going to the gym and feeling out of it, even seeing some muscular guy working out, and meeting some new person and working out. The memories felt jumbled though, and he found himself struggling to remember the order of the events. Everything after working out on the treadmill was a blank however, even his supposed walk home. No matter how hard he tried, Elias simply could not clearly remember what happened. The sound of someone moving around in the kitchen reached his ears, almost deafening in the silence of the apartment, making his ears somewhat ring. He could hear muffled talking, clearly making out the tone and cadence of Trevor’s voice, the sound bringing a smile to his face as he let the blanks in his memory fade away. Walking silently into the kitchen, he watched as his husband was bent over, rummaging around in the fridge, ass swaying in the air almost like an invitation to fuck. Licking his lips, Elais quickly got behind him, giving a hard smack on the ass before reaching around and squeezing the man’s waist towards him, grinding playfully his now hard and throbbing cock in the asscrack, only a thin layer of clothing separating them. “OH SHIT!!!” Tex’s voice rang out instead, shocked and surprised at the sudden intrusion into his personal space. “WRONG BROTHER, MAN! WRONG BROTHER!” Confusion flooded Elias’ brain for half a second before looking down and indeed seeing that underneath him, head still in the refrigerator, was not his loving husband, but instead his husband’s twin and Elais’ own best friend and coworker Tex. Elais stared dumbly at the scene in front of his eyes, his brain trying to process everything. “Any time you want to let me out of the fridge would be great, man,” Tex said, his hands gripping the edges of the fridge door opening for stability. “As much as I appreciate a fun good morning hug as anyone else, Elias, you might put my brown eye out with that thing…” Shuffling back in horror, Elias bumped hard into the counter behind him, his eyes wide as he looked around the room, seeing the discarded blanket and pillow on the couch, papers and a government-issued laptop on the table. “Oh…. oh shit… Tex… I’m so, SO sorry… I thought…” Elias said, his heart pounding in his chest, this time from the sheer shock and embarrassment of what had just happened. Trevor suddenly walked into the room, wearing a nearly identical pair of pants and a loose shirt, toweling off the water from his hair. “What are you sorry about?” Trevor asked, confusion in his voice as he watched the two men in the kitchen staring at each other with equally red faces. “Just, you know, a simple case of mistaken identity. Glad to see you both still have a healthy sex life even in your marital years,” Tex said, laughing as he pointed down at Elais’ groin, still hard as a rock even with all the confusion. “About to play out a scene from some cheesy porno and ask step bro for help getting out of the fridge.” “Oh my god, Toby, that is wrong on so many levels,” Trevor said, laughing as he spoke. “Besides, we both know that you're the straight and less good-looking of the two of us. Morning, babe.” Embarrassed, Elias stormed out of the room, rushing back into the bedroom and slamming the door shut in the process. He slumped down on the bed, his breaths short and fast as he began to process the scene from the kitchen in his head again. A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts as the door quietly opened and Trevor stepped into the room, softly closing it behind him. “Everything okay, Eli?” Trevor asked, softly shuffling across the carpet floor and taking a seat beside Elias, putting his hand to his forehead. “Good to see the fever you had finally broke. Weird seeing you get sick.” “Trev, I am so…. SO sorry. I thought he was you. He even had your pants on. How bad is it?” Elias asked, shame flooding his mind. “I swear… I wouldn’t have even thought of doing that if I didn’t think it was you.” Trevor gave a small snort, looking back at the door before turning his attention back at Elias. “Oh, he’s absolutely loving it, the little attention whore. He’s even now referring to himself as the sexy twin, so good luck getting him to let you off easy for it. But yeah… otherwise, he’s fine,” Trevor said, snickering at his brother’s words. “How about you? You looked like a deer in headlights and went flying out of there. Are YOU okay?” Breed him and the brother. Add them to our ranks. Make them ours. NOW. Elias jumped, looking around the room for a second, trying to find the source of the voice in his ear. A slight ringing in his ears and a small headache began to form in his head, causing Elias to groan slightly. “Babe… seriously, is everything okay? You look like you're still a bit off,” Trevor asked, running his hands through Elias’ hair. Suddenly, Elias found himself forcefully pinning Trevor down on the bed, kissing and sucking on the man’s neck hungrily. “Oh…. oh wow…” Trevor said, his voice sounding slightly dazed as the fast moment, enjoying the feeling of Elias’ lips on his neck, working the spot Elias knew would drive him wild. “Oh… god, right there. We got to stop. My brother is still here, and we both know he’d never let us live this down.” NO! TAKE HIM NOW! The mysterious voice caused Elias to stop what he was doing, looking around briefly for its source. “What’s wrong, babe?” Trevor asked, his pupils seemingly blown open with desire. “Don’t you hear that?” Elias whispered, his headache getting worse by the second. “What? You mean Toby?” Trevor said, smiling at Elias with a happy but confused look on his face. Suddenly, visions of his gym’s locker room, looking down as he was fucking some random person over a bench flooded Elais’s brain. The memory of Elias’s hookup in the gym came crashing down like an avalanche in his mind. Last night wasn’t a dream. I… I cheated on Trevor. What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?! Getting up suddenly, Elias raced to the bathroom, retching dryly into the toilet. GO BACK AND TAKE WHAT’S OURS! NOW! Clenching his teeth, Elais mentally pushed the source of the voice away from him, his mind screaming as he felt like his brain was being shoved into what could only be described as a glass box. NO! YOU… YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD. NOW! The headache quickly began to subside, as well as the wave of nausea. A cool hand slowly rubbed his neck comfortingly, mumbling comforting words. “Breathe, babe… just take in some deep breaths,” Travor’s voice said soothingly as he gently began to rub Elias’ back in small circles. Finally feeling the last bit of nausea and pain in his head disappear, Elias let his head rest on the cold toilet seat. “I should call your work and tell them you can’t come in today,” Trevor said, his voice sounding concerned as he got up and started to walk towards the bedroom, likely to grab his phone. “NO!” Elias said, grabbing Trevor’s hand in a panic. “Just… No. You can’t. Your brother can probably explain it better than me, but as far as you're concerned, you can’t say that you’ve seen either of us.” “Ooooo….kay…” Trevor replied, likely even more confused from the way his voice sounded to Elias, rubbing his wrist where Elias had grabbed it in a panic. “Well, I’ll go talk to him, I guess. Why don’t you take a shower? Maybe you’ll feel a bit better after?” Nodding silently, Elias waited until Trevor left the room, before finally shucking off his boxers and stepping under the warm spray of the shower head, letting his mind empty as the jets of water slowly worked at the tension in his shoulders. Finally, he grabbed the soap, working it into a lather and began to clean his entire body, feeling dirty both mentally and physically as his mind drifted back to the previous night’s events. The monsters. The strange way his team had acted. His mind flashed towards the hookup in the gym, how he’d acted so out of character. His face flushed at the memory of his random hookup with… Tim, was it? It felt like someone was in control of him the entire time, his brain unable to stop anything happening like he was just along for the ride. He slammed his fist on the tiled wall, the sound of tiles groaning and threatening to crack causing him to jump. Suddenly, he remembered the slice on his arm, shocked at how normal it felt. Touching the bandage apprehensively, he frowned, expecting it to sting under his careful touch. Oddly, though, the area felt fine. He slowly removed it, shocked to find the cut completely healed, only a thin white scar in its place, feeling slightly numb and looking lighter and almost grey compared to the skin around it. “I could have sworn that it was going to need stitches,” Elias whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the spray of the shower. “How is it already healed?” Perplexed, he finished his shower in a rush, and shut off the water, the dripping sound of the water on the tile echoing loudly in the space. He could make out the sound of his husband and brother-in-law chatting in the other room. Elias knew the apartment was cheaply built, but was shocked he never noticed how thin the walls had to be in order to hear the muffled sounds of the men’s voices. Toweling himself off, he took another look at himself in the mirror, now fully naked and wide awake. He could swear he looked more muscular, with barely any body fat left on his normally fit body. His veins looked to be bigger and more prominent, like he’d just been working out. Even his cock and balls looked bigger, definitely looking almost an inch longer, and his balls handing lower and looking fuller somehow. Unnerved, he tossed the towel over the shower curtain rod, and walked into the bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt and gym shorts. Again, he frowned, realizing that the clothes definitely were fitting tighter than before, his muscled chest now filling the shirt and looking almost snug, his legs just barely fitting in the holes of the boxers, his ample cock and balls filling the space more than before. Something is very definitely different about me, he decided, before finally walking out of the bedroom and towards the two brothers sitting on the couch.

Chapter 4 - A Sticky Situation Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 1; REDACTED LOCATION. 21:15 MST 30-Oct-20XX The creature stood calmly as it watched the short green-haired man furiously scrape at his face, trying to wipe away the slimy spit it had just flung effortlessly at his face. A feeling of satisfaction flooded its mind, as the memory of being in a similar position not all that long ago echoed at the back of its mind. It knew that the chemical and hormone-laced fluid would make quick work of incapacitating its prey, as shock flooded his body, forcing a flood of adrenaline to flow through his veins, causing an inescapable increase in his heart rate, further speeding along the new chemicals in the process. A wicked smile spread across the monster’s face as it watched the smaller man ripping away his mask in a vain effort to free his face and further allow for him to wipe the foul saliva away. He watched as the green-haired man let out a few coughs, wiping hard at his eyes, not realizing the act was actually rubbing the chemicals further into his eyes, further allowing a quick route to the blood. Its former knowledge as a scientist told him that the various near-microscopic veins of the sclera would allow for an easy path to the brain. “Sticks… Seriously, man, you need to answer right now!” the frantic voice called out, normally barely audible to the average human, but somehow loud and clear with the creature’s near superhuman hearing. “What’s your 20?” A small, nearly insignificant part of the creature felt abject horror and sadness as he watched Sticks fight against the feelings while the saliva took hold. In its former life, it would have rushed the man to the nearest eye wash station, trying to clear out the concoction before it was too late, knowing that there was one just a short run away from here. However, this voice was snuffed out as he felt the presence now in control felt smug satisfaction. Finally clearing out his eyes, Sticks spit out the remaining saliva from his mouth as he looked up at the source, his eyes growing wide as he saw the source. “Oh fuck,” he said, his voice slow and thick, more likely to himself than to the creature, slowly backing away and hitting his back on the nearest wall. He let out a slight jump, the confused shock at hitting the wall distracting him slightly. The creature let out a large smile, feeling a sense of pleasure as he watched the man slowly look around, swaying almost drunkenly. It won’t be much longer now, it thought to itself, replaying the scene of its own infection, remembering the overwhelming feelings of euphoria and the massive head rush, the world taking on an almost ethereal soft glow. Colors were likely becoming more and more vibrant, taking on an almost cartoonish quality. The memory felt like it was from years ago to the creature as its mind drifted back to its own infection. He just barely remembered he had been a scientist on the third floor. A geneticist as it were. He’d only come in that day because their boss had demanded it, cutting his hard earned vacation short, and was annoyed at another one of the scientists calling in. “Stop thinking about pointless things and focus on your prey,” the entity in his brain demanded, its power sending a shudder through the creature’s body and the memory faded away. The voice was still echoing in its head, causing it to briefly clutch its head before shaking it off. Sticks crumpled to the floor, landing in a most undignified position with a soft thump. The abomination that just subdued him grinned menacingly, proud of itself for having caught some fresh meat. The creature in the lab coat on the opposite side of the now-bolted door continued to pound furiously on the glass, producing only dull thuds, enraged that someone else got what it felt rightfully belonged to him, but was powerless to do much about it now. The umbrella wedged between the wall and the door jamb held surprisingly well, and would not budge. The creature knew that the Alpha, as the entity demanded it be called, would be disappointed at the other one now stuck behind the door, but now that the prey was fully incapacitated, the creature found it didn’t care. Its guess was quickly confirmed as it watched its labcoat-clad brethren slump to the ground, clutching its head and squirming around, whimpering and choking on its cries. Sensing that Sticks was not alone in the building, the creature stood over him and opted to get his victim moved. It looked around for a solution, scanning its memory as he thought of a suitable place to go. Finally, it decided on a janitor closet to its right. Seizing Sticks in two mighty hands, it picked him up as if he were a delicate flower, and carried him into the closet. The young private was carefully dropped back to the floor of the closet, and the creature shut the door behind them. A small sliver of light beneath the door provided the only illumination. The closet smelled of acidic cleaning chemicals and a mildewing mop that sorely needed replacing. The creature began to undress Sticks roughly. It yanked his boots off and discarded them, leaving a pair of black socks on his feet which read “Fuck my socks off” around the top. With a harsh smile, the irony was not lost on the creature. It decided to leave them on for now, opting instead to continue with other more important areas. With a hard, frustrated yank around Sticks’s waist, the dark grey camo pants were removed in a flash. The sounds of a stray button to the pants popping off and hitting the ground echoed in the room. Its attention was briefly drawn to the button, catching the motion of it bouncing easily in the dark room. Then it got to work on the other clothing. The shirt proved trickier, and in the end, the thing drew his hand back. With a swift slice through the air, the shirt now bore the evidence of being slashed with a claw in a downward arc. Surprisingly, Sticks was physically undamaged by the shredding of his upper garments, the creature having an almost surgical precision with its claws. Sticks remained almost motionless on the hard stone floor, completely spaced out on the saliva cocktail that he was unable to remove before it seeped into his pores. All he could do was blink, the flood of neurochemicals effectively causing him to have a silent drug trip of sorts. With a sick curiosity, the creature wondered what the smaller man was feeling. Was he feeling the same abject horror the creature had during his own infection? Or had the chemicals already taken full control and given him that same warm feeling in his chest, causing that fear to drain away? Now that the toxic solution had begun to work its magic, Sticks felt like he was on a glorious acid trip. Having tried various illicit drugs as a teenage boy, common for growing up in the less reputable part of his hometown, he was fully aware what each drug felt like, and how each caused a different experience. But no matter what he experienced, he knew none of the hallucinations were real, and he knew he would be safe. This, however, was a wholly different experience. His mind felt like it had melted in his skull. With each heartbeat, he felt that warmth in his chest ebb outward, flowing into his limbs and leaving his head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. His heartbeat thundered away in his ears, and he could feel his cheeks were flushed and hot. He knew he should be scared, that he should be fighting to get up, move, get away from the creature, but he found he not only couldn’t, but also that he was beginning to not care. His mind slowly took in the features of the massive creature above him. On first glance, one would think it was just a normal human man, its skin inky black with a slight shine even in the barely lit room. Bulging veins that throbbed with each slow heartbeat of the creature spread across its naked upper torso, spider webbing across almost like battle scars. The dim light of the room, mixed with the effects of the drug in his system, made every detail hard to distinguish. A smiler, Sticks thought. Now I get it. Instead of fear, he only felt curiosity, as the creature almost tenderly flipped him over, its forked tongue tasting the air much like the lizard his older brother had when they were kids. The cold hard floor felt soothing on his face, helping to drain away the heat as he felt the creature gently pull him into a position that he could only describe as vulgar. He wanted to laugh, knowing how erotic it must look, his tight round ass sticking up in the air, face and shoulders slumped on the ground. The cool air on his exposed hole felt nice. Shouldn’t I be worried in this position? Sticks thought to himself, feeling like he should be concerned but unable to bring himself fully to that. Suddenly, he felt the creature slowly run its hands along his pale skin, the sensation leaving ripples of pleasure as he felt the too-sharp claws lightly rake his skin, threatening to break the skin but not quite doing that. He let out a faint moan, loving how it felt, the cool skin of the creature contrasting the heat of his near feverish skin. He slowly began to focus on the sensation, letting his mind drift pleasantly. It barely registered in his mind when the massive creature looming over him began to drool on his exposed hole and that forked tongue began to breach him. Suddenly, an even stronger wave of euphoria flowed through him, causing him to let out a relaxed sigh. It was a truly blissful feeling, better than any poppers he had ever sniffed. A cleaner burn than smelling fresh paint, and a greater body high than any THC he ever ingested. His blurry eyes adjusted to the darkness, and Sticks looked back sluggishly. He could now make out dark soulless eyes, the claws that scratched his shirt, fangs revealed from the wicked-looking grin on its face, and what looked like small horns atop the forehead. Despite struggling to see more, in the near-darkness of the janitor closet there truly wasn’t much else to be seen. Sticks felt every muscle in his body relax, causing him to slump and the thing suddenly stopped moving. For a brief second, nothing was heard in the closet. Slowly, the creature let out a satisfied clicking growl, and pulled the strange tongue out of his ass. Sticks loud out a sad moan, missing the sensation and the continued waves of pleasure it brought. “Don’t ssssstoooop…. Pl…..pleeeease…. mmmmmooore…” Sticks whimpered, his mouth feeling cotton-filled, his tongue not wanting to move and feeling as though it was flopping around as he spoke. The feeling of the high started to slightly let up, allowing his muddled mind to attempt to form a few words. Then Sticks felt an incredible amount of pressure against his ass as the beast forced its engorged phallus inside him in one long solid push. It burned like a bad experience with spicy food, but quickly dissipated. Without any sort of wait, the creature began to vigorously fuck his ass, slamming deeply inside with each solid thrust. Sticks’s breath was short and gasping as he felt the pain of every single thrust. Damn, he thought. Even Lockjaw isn’t this hung or rough! The pain began to subside and shifted into pleasure as Sticks’s body adjusted to the size and rhythm of the unplanned activity. The creature fucked his new toy like he hadn’t been sexually active in years. Sticks found himself so relaxed, calm, and submissive. This was the best fuck of his life. As the copious amount of foul precum of the creature flooded his mind, he barely noticed as his thoughts took on an almost more sinister and cruel edge. I’ll have to tell Lockjaw it’s over between us, he thought, panting with his tongue flopping out of his mouth, as he compared the sheer unadulterated pleasure flooding his mind from this raw fucking to the amazing night before with the Major. He will never have the same skills as this fucker, Sticks admitted to himself. The creature’s animalistic abandon fed a primal urge growing in Sticks’s mind. He leaned further into the fucking, enjoying the pain and pleasure mixing in his brain, each thrust causing a new sensation. This is what breeding and destruction should feel like, his thought, relishing in the sheer depravity of the situation. While his mind wanted to egg the beast on and beg for its load, he didn’t have enough breath to get more than gasps and grunts out. Roughly, the monster flipped over Sticks while being deeply seated inside him, causing a new wave of pain and pleasure as he felt as if something tore inside him, his mind quickly masking what would feel like agony as something more blissful. The creature continued fucking the green-haired boy, quietly staring into his eyes the entire time. Sticks dared to look up at his rapist only once, and thought he could see his reflection in the beast’s blackened eyes. He barely recognized himself, and let his head drop back. The creature slowly began to run its too-long forked tongue along Sticks’ face, causing the smaller man to shudder in both fear and pleasure. They began to sweat together, and it formed a sticky puddle beneath them. But the beast didn’t last long in Sticks’s rectum, and then something new happened. Though neither one could see it happen, the creature’s girthy penis unsheathed tiny pinpricks from inside the foreskin. As the brutal thrusting continued, these little needles grazed and scratched the interior of Sticks’s hole, creating openings for the toxic brew that would be coming any second. Deep inside him, Sticks felt like something new was now stabbing him deep inside, easily puncturing the walls of his guts, causing his abdomen to feel like a fire was flooding him. Suddenly, the beast let out the same scream that Sticks heard earlier in the stairwell, and flooded his guts with a volley of infected spunk. Knowing he was good and fucked, in more ways than one, Sticks emptied his store of healthy cum from his balls, hands free. The suddenness of it caused him to thrash around in pain and pleasure. It was the most euphoric moment of his life: better than the childhood Christmas when he got a puppy. Better than graduating high school. Better than driving his jeep at top speed through the open country. Better than his acceptance into the military academy. No, this moment excelled all of them. Sticks began to hyperventilate from the overload of sensations, the dopamine hits, and the endorphins that were coursing through his veins. Then it felt like the end of a roller-coaster ride, and an immense wave of relief washed over him. The creature bent down and greedily slurped up the cum from his victim’s body, the forked appendage licking every surface where it landed. The creature slowly withdrew his penis, and let out a low, satisfied growl. “Mine now…” it said, satisfied, the voice almost shocking Sticks at the deep huskiness of it, almost making the air vibrate with how low it was. The smiler sat on the floor, panting, then stood to full height. Silently, it exited the room without any further words, leaving the door slightly ajar. A minute later, the door of the closet opened again, and Sticks saw that a new smiler had entered the room, and was slowly sniffing and licking the drying remains of his uncorrupted cum from his crumpled body. The first smiler had exited the closet, and went back to the glass double doors. It removed the bent umbrella from the door, and reopened the doors. The brother he stole Sticks from had apparently given up and left the scene. So it returned to the broom closet, and discovered one of its brethren had moved in on his prey. Annoyed, it pushed the other creature away, growling dangerously at the brother. He went to let out an angry warcry when he felt the sharp pain reverberate in his skull. “Share with your brother,” the Alpha’s voice echoed in his head, causing him to clutch his head in agony, feeling scared by its annoyed tone. “You’ll get plenty of time to enjoy him again in a bit.” Silently, it acquiesced, letting the brother pick up and carry the prey out of the small closet. The other retrieved the discarded clothing and boots, and held them like a prized trophy. Sticks felt himself floating up into the air as the corruption spread throughout his body. Closing his eyes, he fell back into a deep, blissful sleep. In reality, he was hoisted by the creature in two hands, and Sticks had simply passed out. It carried him out of the closet and into the hall, adeptly navigating toward the nest. The newly-infected brother needed time to complete his metamorphosis.

Installment number Six of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, so did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday evening as Charlie plans a surprise for Kieran that we'll all enjoy. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 6 ...then it was time for the boys to go deliver to the rest of the town – promising to be back by 8:30 to get ready for the orgy and for Charlie’s plan. I took those couple of hours to call my hubby at his convention and see how it was going – that night was the entertainment night, though he admitted my night would likely be more entertaining. Telling each other “I love you”, I then texted Jimmy and let him know what was happening. He texted that he and his hubby were heading to the Mews for a romantic dinner and probably some vanilla sex later. I then put the Gregorian Chant back on and rested, getting a bit of a snooze in. FRIDAY EVENING: PARTY PREP AND CHARLIE’S ‘REVENGE’ A bright flash and a deafening ominous roll of thunder abruptly woke me from my disco-power nap. Startled, I looked at my laptop’s clock and saw that it was just after 8pm… moments later my travel alarm started its obnoxious high-pitched beeping. I was pleased I was able to get almost a 2-hour nap in, as I was feeling refreshed and ready/horny for the coming House Party. Hearing the wind pick up to a howl, I glanced out my window to see an incredible amount of rain pouring down almost sidewise in the heavy winds that had picked up. Water was rolling downhill on Carver Street and pooling some where the road dead ended at Commercial Street. There were a number of tree limbs visible as I looked, then turned and glanced back up Carver towards the Backstreet Bar – this was no minor storm! I hoped the boys weren’t made late by the weather, as they were out on their rounds delivering the magic enhancements many gay men on vacation liked to enjoy. Knowing there were likely to be a good number of guys in and out of my room at times during the orgy, I spent the time waiting for Lou and Vice by getting everything set for a bunch of strangers stopping by. All my normal clothes were put on hangers, and luggage, my computer case, wallet and valuables were locked in my large rolling suitcase, with hangers, suitcase and a knapsack of my more expensive sex toys moved to the closet, which would be locked as soon as Lou got his stuff in there. I left out the cooler with snacks, my laptop, my party case including my pipes, paper towels, lube, poppers and max impact out, and laid a bunch of leatherwear on the bed for the three of us to choose from after showering. The party case was a lockable toolbox with an additional smaller locked area in the lid. The favors were locked in that lid after I filled my pipes, and then the pipes, torches, and other items were locked in the outer box with a metal cable computer/luggage lock which chained it to the frame of the bed. I used another cable to lock my computer to the exposed pipes that ran up the room wall behind the dresser it sat on. (I know I sound a bit paranoid, but T sometimes lets some men ‘forget their manners’, so better safe than sorry…). I pulled out some plastic food wrap – a trick my buddies from Jersey City taught me – and proceeded to double cover my keyboard with it then pulled a sheet very tightly over the screen, taping both down to prevent lubed or greasy hands from messing up the machine. [It works like a charm, BTW you just have to make sure you don’t wrap the entire thing and cover the fan exhausts on the bottom!] A tap on the door was followed by Charlie sticking his head in asking for my number so he could text me his. That way, we’d know when he was ready for us to come down and get his naughty honey all prepped to enjoy his partying openly for the first time with his Hubby Charlie - who swore off partying three years earlier for Kieran who was much more prudish back then. Moments after we did the number exchange my phone buzzed again, letting me know our delivery men had returned and were about a block away, so I should come down and meet them on the porch. I went down in just construction boots and cutoffs and stepped out onto the porch where I was immediately buffeted by stinging rain as two shapes in slickers carrying a couple of large black hefty leaf bags pelted down the street then up onto the porch. They were drenched but they had only shorts and flipflops on under the ponchos (regular clothes and shoes were in one of the bags). “You’re early,” I observed. “Not that I mind.” “We certainly didn’t ‘hang’ anywhere – not with a hot party like this one awaiting us and not in this monsoon my man,” replied Lou with a cocky grin... so let 'Santa' deliver his presents jiffy-quick and then we can shower and prep and start the debauchery.” We hung their slickers by the main door and the duffel bags and knapsacks we pulled from the big hefty bags were all dry and snug, and rolled up the bags inside each other and left them in the vestibule. “Okay, so only one more to go and I’ll be able to lock the door early,” Zar said coming up behind us. “The few who went out are back from dinner and I have a single guest checking in who just called from the Amtrak Shuttle Bus from Hyannis that he’s been on for over 2 hours coming up from the train station cause of the shitty weather. He said they just entered the East End, so he should be here in less than ten minutes, and I can get ready early for a change!” Zar seemed like a kid in a candy store, very different from his usual taciturn personality. He reminded us to come down to the staff area in the basement to shower and clean up once Lou did his quick rounds of the rooms that needed him. We dropped their bags in my room while Lou pulled a lockbox from his things, dropped it in a small knapsack, with a case for one pipe and one torch and said he’d be quick, only one puff with each ‘client’. While he was gone, Vice and I shared a granola bar and some Gatorade while we picked out cock rings and other items for the three of us to wear during the party and left them on the bed while I put the heavier chaps and vest away, at least for now. In about 15 minutes Lou was back – between guys needing to shower and clean out in the shared bathrooms and his promise that he was staying to party with us, the guys all let him go with only a quick puff or two each to show the quality of his product. He approved of the choices we made for him for ‘accessories’ and taking my shaving/shower kit with me, we headed down the back stairs to clean up in the staff shower rooms, skipping the wait for the guest bathrooms on the first, second and third floors. Several of the houseboys were down there waiting for their deliveries as well. Three out of the five received items from Lou – German migrant worker Karl, Southern Miles and another international worker, a beefy kid from Sicily named Lorenzo. We stripped down while those three loaded pipes and such, with Karl passing his pipe to all of us while Lorenzo brought us towels. After a few clouds each, and realizing these kids weren’t going anywhere and were going to watch most of this, we turned on the gang showers and used the hoses to fill ourselves up for clean-out. FORTUNATELY, as I mentioned earlier in Part 3, at least the commodes on this level were individually enclosed so they couldn’t watch THAT part, thank god. After each of us rinsed out several times and felt ready to go, we got back in the group shower and started cleaning up – and to make the boys nuts (we thought) we started soaping each other, stroking dicks and nips, grabbing ass – until we were suddenly joined by the three under our showerheads, all the boys sampling a few sucks on our cocks and helping us wash our cracks and all. Lorenzo (who’s dad and grandpa were barbers) offered touch up shaves or trims around nips, chest, pubes and ass, all of us taking advantage of a little bit of personal ‘gardening’ to look hotter. While brushing our teeth and drying our hair, I passed my nail clippers along to the other two indicating it would probably be a good idea ‘just in case’. Karl instantly agreed with me from the shower where he was finishing his own clean up and encouraging them heartily to do so. The other two house boys, dark haired heavy bodied Noah and short and slight skinny hairless Seth got a bit bolder and finally came into the wet area to shower as the other three boys and we three guests were drying off and coming out. Zar came down the stairs at that moment, letting us know the last guest had arrived and he’d engaged the night lock on door fully, the house was now locked down and ready to party. He asked if one of the boys who was readiest could go upstairs and help the guest get his things to his room, so Miles pulled on some basketball shorts a tank and slides and ran up to do so. “I hope you don’t mind but since he’s in the room next to you, and seemed interested in not only our evening’s event, but in party favors, I told him to tap at your door in about 15 minutes or so and ask for Santa… you can go to his room at that point if he does ‘Alo… er, Lou’.” Lou’s face went from alarmed to a smile and he nodded his head. It seems Vice wasn’t aware of Lou’s full name! Zar received his potions and pleasures from Lou over in the corner, and as they walked back, Lou pulled another baggie of crystals as promised from his bag and handed them over with thanks. Zar dropped them in his manager’s private bedroom (the houseboys slept bunkhouse style in this one central room) and was back shortly with a really huge water bong and melted and rolled the bowl as we finished drying off and all took hits shot-gunning them to Zar or one of the boys, as Miles came bounding down the stairs. “He’s actually pretty hot,” he said. “For a really little guy he’s pretty built. Handsome too.” “And check this out,” Zar followed with a leer. “He’s a freakin’ PRIEST!!! So nasty and hot!” My eyebrows had shot up at that one, and I had a premonition. “This short hot priest wouldn’t be from Philadelphia, would he? Father Frank?” “Again? How the fuck do you know these things? You’re freaking me out man! Yeah, matter of fact he is a priest from Philly.” Zar gushed. “Because I actually know him.” I answered. “My husband lived in Philly when we met, and after a summer of living together here in P’Town, I actually gave up my apartment in NYC and spent a winter in Philadelphia with him there – never again! New York in winter from then on!” I paused to hit the bong then continued: “I met Father Frank that winter in Philly, he being a good friend of my hubby’s… he’s actually an Episcopal Priest now. He started Catholic but when he realized he just couldn’t give up sex, especially gay sex once he discovered it, he switched teams. He always wants to get real piggy, but his own partner very much prevents him from doing so, unlike mine. I had actually recommended this place to him! Oh, tonight just gets better and better…” I really shouldn’t have been surprised to find out he was here. He always came to P’town during this same week we did every summer and we always bumped into him. When his other half wasn’t around, I’d tell him how many hot times I’d had at the Ranch despite its slightly sleazy reputation, and he so wanted to try the place out. Since there were some years his partner didn’t join him, or came later as mine did, this must have been one of those times and Father Frank must have been ready to get his freak on. I gave the Houseboys a “heads up” that he’d probably be paying them a LOT of attention as twinks seemed to be his favorite extracurricular activity when away from his much older staid partner. Leo, Vice and I, just wrapped in towels while carrying our other stuff, headed back up to the room. I gave them both cockrings to wear (we had to help Vice get his on. I had Vice in a black metal one along with a leather armband only on the left for “top only” and adjusted my leather shorts to his waist size with both front and back panels off. Lou and I sported both arms for versatile. I had on a body harness and leather wrist cuffs that had zipped slit pockets I could stash my keys in while Lou borrowed my vest and a thick chrome cockring. We were approving each other’s look when there was a tapping at the door. “Come on in Frank!” I called out. My door opened and a flabbergasted looking Father Frank stepped through. “Francis Xavier Murphy, how nice of you to join us!” “Holy cow!” was the reply from the compact [banned word] priest - who I finally realized with a chuckle resembled Kirk Douglas in “Spartacus” down to the chin cleft. “Your other half isn’t in on this right?” Frank asked once we gave each other a greeting and a hug. “No, this would never be his thing, you know that… he’s at the annual Convention. And Terrance?” “Teaching a summer course at a Divinity School in England. I’m free to indulge.” I introduced him to the guys and we sparked up my pipe and had him do several hits. Seeing us checking out his tentative use of the torch, he gave us a little smile “I’m actually pretty new to this… some help please?” Vice did the honors with the torch for him to take a few more and then we each took our own hits and shot-gunned him. He seemed to really like that. Lou pulled something from his bag and palmed it to Frank, walking him next door to get his remuneration. I got a text from Charlie saying “About 5 minutes” so Lou gave us each a booty bump and injected all three of us with Tri-Mix to assure we’d all be able to top effortlessly during the evening. Charlie arrived a moment later and Lou gave him a Tri-Mix shot too – one he’d originally intended for Kieran. A quick small dose of G in some Gatorade for all of us and we locked the room and headed down to Kieran and Charlie’s. The hot former frat boy must have just gotten back from his shower and clean up as his hair was still damp and he seemed a bit groggy when Charlie welcomed us into the room. “Gentlemen, some help please?” requested Charlie as we manhandled Kieran into the sling while his bear cub lover gagged him with a wide leather strap. We then used the cuffs on ankles and wrist to secure him into the sling, heretofore generally only occupied by Charlie. “You may wonder what’s going on here,” Charlie said as Lou handed him some things Kieran strained his neck to see. The fratboy’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw his other half light a torch, and started expertly rolling a glass pipe, blowing a few huge clouds over Kieran’s face, then shotgunning each of the rest of us. The bound hottie looked longingly at the pipe while still the picture of utter confusion. “Three years ago when we met, I gave up partying and fucking around raw for my new guy who was terrified of both. Imagine my astonishment when I find out he’s doing party chems and not only bottoming, but bareback and taking loads!’ Kieran looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and was trying to say something around the gag, but Charlie just went on. “And, my love, I am PISSED!!” Kieran looked about to cry. “Not because you were doing either thing. Pissed because you were doing it WITHOUT ME, who gave it up for YOU!” He finally smiled down at his bound boyfriend. “So tonight, I’m going to celebrate being able to be a chempig again, and YOU are going to have more chemsex that you ever dreamed. So, J, if you’d get him ready…” Kieran had calmed down now, and I dropped to my knees and started to rim that hot jock hole getting him nice and wet. Vice passed me a good-sized crystal and I inserted it as far as my wetted fingers could push it. He mewed a bit through the gag as what had to be a bit of burn set in. This of course was more distraction than anything as Lou came around and stretched a tourniquet around Kieran’s arm, while Charlie stepped in front of the sling with one on his left arm and a point in his right. Charlie expertly found a good vein, got a register and injected himself with the entire contents while Kieran looked on gob-smacked. Before he released his tourniquet, Charlie hissed “YOUR TURN” as Lou said “Don’t move” and began injecting the tied up Jock. Charlie raised his arm over his head and pulled his band and then gave two loud hard coughs, followed by a “Fuck yes, Finally… So damn good!” Vice pulled Kieran’s gag off just as Lou pulled the kid’s band away and Kieran coughed out a couple of times followed by “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Charlie smiled as he dropped his yellow jockstrap and his trimix hard cock sprang out. With a quick pump from the lube bottle he greased up his tool and pushed it into Kieran in one slow thrust to the balls. Kieran was gasping for air from the swift entry when Charlie murmured “I do love you ya’ know baby… just don’t keep your desires a secret in the future, eh?” Still at a loss for words, Kieran just nodded. “Now you are going to stay in this sling until everyone who WANTS to fuck you has fucked you, baby. And you don’t get to say “no” to anyone do you hear? As your punishment you have to take on all comers, no matter who. When I let you out you can top again if you want and make your choices but for now you open for all, starting with me. Damn your hole is fine, I can’t believe I’ve been missing this being a total bottom for you… let’s change that up in the future, shall we?” Charlie half made love and half grudge fucked his boyfriend and it was hot to watch. The reclined back of the sling hung over the bed so a nimble guy could straddle the face of the occupant and either feed him cock or make him eat ass. As Charlie fucked his boy, I did both of those things and Kieran hungrily sucked and rimmed like a starving man. When we switched out to me fucking him, Charlie opened the door wide and left it wide open, inviting anyone who passed inside, letting them know his top boyfriend was being punished for misbehaving. The four of us all fucked him and had him orally service us to get his evening started right. I was not surprised when the first in the door from the hallway was Father Frank. I couldn’t wait to tell Kieran that the hot little guy who brutally fucked him (in only the best way) was a Priest!’ Charlie made sure Kieran saw him fucking both me and Lou while Vice and the rest of us took turns sandwiching Charlie from behind making him “Lucky Pierre” in front of his main squeeze. Karl was lassoed in for Charlie to pound out while more guys entered and took a turn on Kieran’s hot manhole. Lou indicated the door with a tilt of his head and I nodded back. Leaning over to talk into Kieran’s ear for a moment while his mouth was free for a minute I said, “Enjoying yourself?” A vigorous nod. “Good. Just so you know I wouldn’t have joined in if I thought this would upset you, but I figured Charlie was due his surprise, and that you’d like the outcome.” He nodded again with a big grin and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Oh, and just so you know? That hot little number that was the first to fuck you after the four of us? That’s a friend of mine. He’s a Priest at a parish in Philadelphia…” He gasped and his cock spit out a good glob of pre-cum and after a grunt he finally spoke, “oh fuck a Priest? That’s so wrong but hot.” “Sure is,” I replied. “We’re going to go cruise around a bit. Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you later. Maybe by then you can fuck one of us…” He winked in response and then demanded out loud, “Will one of you lazy fuckers sit on my face already??” I slipped out knowing he’d be just fine. Lou and Vice were waiting in the hall, and Vice was wondering about the extra strip of cloth most of the guys had tied somewhere on their body. I pointed over at a couple of baskets sitting on a table near the top of the stairs with a small light on it. “I remember these from last time – they’re sexual shorthand. One on the left means top, like I told you, one on the right means bottom, two mean versatile.” He nodded. “Black bands mean you bareback either top, both or bottom. White means condoms safe only, again top, both or bottom. You may notice a guy or two with two different colors, usually black left/white right meaning he’s versatile and he’ll sure GIVE loads while topping but not take them when bottoming, otherwise known as a selfish fucker…” Lou honked out a laugh at that. “And the glittery ones?” Vice asked. “Bystanders, Voyeurs, Watchers. They want to be able to look but won’t touch or be touched… usually lovers who don’t do extracurricular, or somebody who has some kind of STD, or a significantly older guy who doesn’t have the ‘umpf’ anymore but still has a sexy pervy mind. So long story short, don’t be bothered if all they do is look, don’t touch them and they won’t touch you.” We went to the table, and I tied one black band around Vice’s left arm while Lou and I both took two black bands. The table also held a bowl of condoms, some lube samples, paper towels and wet-wipes. We left those where they were and Lou headed toward my room, so he missed Vice holding a second black band while contemplating his bare right arm, went to put it back down, then tucked it into the small slash pocket of his (well, MINE, actually but he was wearing them) chap shorts. My breath caught for a moment as I waited for him to catch up. Lou had missed the little drama at the table, but I could see our str8 boy knew I had caught his action. Even in the red hallway lighting I could tell he blushed as his skin noticeably darkened. I just gave him a small understanding smile, and brief nod. “If you do decide, man, could I…?” He cut me off, “Only you. If I decide, I want an expert. No promises though, right?” he whispered. “No promises man... and I won’t tell either.” I whispered back, totally flattered by the compliment. Just then two guys came out of the bathroom, toiletry bags in hand, both wearing grey cotton jersey sweat shorts – which was more than the rest of us wandering the halls – the one in front was my age or perhaps even a bit older, in good shape but almost “too” perfect if you know what I mean – waxed, shaved, plucked, spray tan. All of that would have been just fine, if that was his M.O. except for the expression on his face and the disdain in his voice as he called over his shoulder to his companion, “Come on, quit gawking, let’s get back to our room before we catch something… nasty…” He headed to the only room on this floor, and one of only three in the whole place that had their doors closed and locked and their “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the knob. The unfriendly fellow slipped into that room not without a raised eyebrow and smirk as he looked back at all the guys out and about and just rolled his eyes and murmured, “pathetic”. Hmmm, not heavy on the people skills, and whatever brought him to stay at THIS place of all possible guest houses in Provincetown if he was such an apparent prude? That’s when I noticed his companion. Up until now the closest anyone in the place came to African American Lou in ethnicity was Vice with his olive Portuguese skin – but now there was this guy. Glossy black hair, moustache and beard, soulful brown eyes, incredible mahogany colored skin and a rugby players’ compact muscle bod. He immediately reminded me of my Junior and Senior year Philosophy professor at Fordham – an unbelievably hot Iranian dude who’d never had man-sex before I met him, and even at 19 I was able to teach him a LOT about certain pleasures he’d never considered before, and we were occasional fuck-buds even after I got 4.0s in both of his courses (legitimately, actually!). This guy in the red-lit hallway took me right back to those days, looking like Persian or Arabian Royalty. With his opinionated other half now behind a closed door, he smiled shyly at Vice and me and some of the others as he glanced around with a hungry look. “Sorry you’re not joining us,” I whispered to him as he moved past me, and that was BEFORE I caught sight of one of the most magnificent asses in creation. His huge melon-shaped muscles made my jaw drop and he caught me looking at his ass and just smiled a dazzling white smile over his shoulder as he opened his door while his roommate screeched “Hurry up and close it or they’ll be banging it down…” No matter how good looking the snobby guy was, no one was going to knock down his door with THAT attitude. Pity about his partner though. As I watched the door close, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Even I have to admit that was one wickie incredible ass,” Vice commented. “I can understand your mind freeze – come on J-Daddy let’s go get ourselves some magic vapors.” Lou was sitting on one of the two stools in my room getting some enhancements prepped for any visitors that perhaps wanted to trade some sexual favors for some chemical ones. I put a DVD with 6 hours of gay leather porn interspersed with short clips of hot guys clouding or slamming into my laptop and sat back to watch while we fired up the glass cock. The door fortunately swung open away from the bed and the rest of the room so we could leave it open enough to be inviting while not doing our T break right out in the open. We were joined shortly by Tom (Lou’s first customer from the afternoon) and his equally bearish other half Ed, torches were lit, pipes were passed around, clouds blowing when Father Frank arrived with Seth the most altar-boy-like house boy in tow, followed by workmates Miles and Karl. *Oh fine* I thought to myself *I’m wanting hot MEN and my room is filling up with boys*. We’d run out of places to sit, so I pointed at the Caverjack infused hard-ons Lou, Vice and I were sporting and suggested that here were a couple of seats. Tom got up and sank his hot hairy hole down on Lou’s pole, Karl moved to Vice’s lap and while feeding the houseboy cloud after cloud, Father Frank smoothly maneuvered the now tweaking Seth onto his lap and the kid looked happy as a clam. Wiry redneck Miles chose my lap, but asked “can we switch some of the time?” rather plaintively and I assured him I was as vers as he was. “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started.

Marie wanted to ask about the guy in the worst was by just said that was so hot. Gio leaned in and kissed her and said that it was. Run tomorrow he asked while he was getting dressed to take her back to the hotel. She got up and got dressed and said sure! They got to the car and he drove her to the hotel with his hand on her leg and he said he was lucky to have found suck a cool chick to be friends with. Marie leaned in and kissed him and then went inside and up to her room. Marie sat there for a few and then decided to call David, she had to force herself and she jotted down several items on a list on the desk, so she had something to talk to him about. 1. Her new boss. 2. Some of her co-workers (all female and imaginary) She wondered why there were no females she had met yet. 3. Devon her assistant and his fiancé. 4. How Beautiful it was. 5. How much she missed him. 6. How great it would be if he were here with her. 7. How she wanted him more now that she was so far away. Once on the phone she hit more but could not do number seven, she just could not tell him how much she wanted him inside her. Something had changed and she just could only lie so much. The call lasted for longer than she wanted but after twenty minutes she really wanted to end the call and a text from Devon allowed her to tell her hubby that work had just reached out and she needed to handle an issue. She said she loved him and missed him and would text him before she went to sleep. Marie quickly hung up and read the text, Devon as asking if she was in her room. It went on, need to talk with you if you are, I am downstairs. She texts him back and said yes, I am here and gave him her room number and Devon text, I will be right up. Marie wondered what that could be about and soon there was a knock at the door. She opened it and Devon was standing there and he said can I come in. Marie moved back and Devon walked in and Marie shut the door and Devon told her he just had a fight with his girl and needed some attention. He then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his underwear in the front and let his big dick hand out. Marie got on her knees with no hesitation and sucked on this big dick and got him hard and soon he shot a lot down her throat. He then told her to undress. Marie quickly undressed and she wanted him to kiss her in the worst way. She knew if there was any chance of that it would happen tonight. He grabbed her breast and sucked the left nipple and soon he was sucking on the right. Devon never lost his erection and before long he picked her up and tossed her on the bed and began fucking her deep and harder then before and kissing her chest and neck and after 20 minutes of fucking and kissing all over her he make out with her while he came inside her. He stayed inside her and while they made out still fully hard and after five minutes of kissing he began fucking her and ten minutes later he came again and this happened one more time so three loads one after another with no recovery. He then broke off the kiss and said my girl got mad at me because I love to fuck. Seem like I will need you often while you are here so I can get off the way I need to and not overwork my girl. Marie said that was hot and I will help you out anytime if you are going to fuck me like that. You are one hot stallion! Devon smiled and said please do not tell Michael I stopped by. He would be pissed if he knew I was breeding the new girl. Marie agreed not to say a word and with that Devon got dressed and left. Marie laid naked in bed and rubbed her clit and felt the cum in her pussy and even tasted it on her fingers. She loves that she finally got Devon to kiss her. She had promised herself she would try before she left to make out with him. She was surprised that he was a great kissed and no she really needed him to fuck her again and again and make out.

Part 6 "Fuck!" Both of us said it at the same time. Mine was more a scream of pain. He warned me about the burning before he gave me that booty bump but this felt like a pain that started at my hole and then spread everywhere. I could feel my whole body buckle and if he hadn't grabbed my hips at the moment he popped inside me I don't know what would have happened. His "Fuck" sounded more like pleasure. More like "Fuuuuuuck". My eyes were closed tight as I tried to work through the pain. I thought about getting off him and stopping entirely. He read my mind. "You're good son. It's ok. Just hold where you are. I got you. I won't let you take anymore until you say youre ready ok? Open your eyes. Look at me." I was breathing short breaths. The pain was still so sharp. I opened my eyes but I didn't want him to see me cry. He was smiling again. "I know it hurts. We're going to take it slow. Try to take deep breaths and give it a minute." He was being so gentle with me. I know he wanted it to feel good to me but there was no way this thick cock wasn't going to be painful for my virgin hole. I tried to take deep breaths and he could see I was getting calmer. The pain was becoming dull. He took one hand off my hips and reached into his cloth bag. It was small but it seemed to have so much inside it. He pulled out a small bottle. "I want you to try something that will help. They're called poppers. You sniff them. I'll show you." It was a new bottle so he looked at me and asked if he could take both hands off. I was feeling secure with my hands and a lot of my weight resting on his shoulders still hovering over him with just the head of his cock inside me. He broke the seal and unscrewed the cap. The chemical smell hit me immediately. It did not strike me as a pleasant smell. He put the bottle up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He put the cap back and closed his eyes for a second before he exhaled and opened his eyes. "See that? Easy right?" He was going flush. His face turning red quickly. "Dad are you ok? You're getting red. Is that normal?" "Yes son. It means it's working. Ready to try? It will make it easier to take more of me. I took one hit but I want you to take two. I'll put it up to one nostril and then the other and I want you to breathe in as deep as possible. Then after the second nostril I want you to hold your breath as long as you can. Ok?" I nodded but all of the instructions were hard to follow with the drugs already in my system and a thick cock head inside me. He unscrewed the cap again and pressed the bottle against my right nostril and pushed my left nostril closed. "Really deep son." I tried to do what I saw him do but the chemical smell stung hard and I pulled away coughing. It seemed to be a pattern. "Sorry. It stings." Even though I didn't do what he told me to, I felt a rush and warmth that felt...good. "Youre good son. First times are always the hardest. Let's try the other nostril. This time try to hold it ok?" I nodded and he pushed the bottle up to my left nostril and held my right nostril closed. I inhaled deep again knowing to expect the chemical smell this time. I kept inhaling longer then he did for his hit. "Damn son. That swimming gave you great lung capacity. Ok now hold it in as long as you can. Even when you want to let it go, hold it for just a little longer ok?" I nodded. He put the cap back on and set the bottle aside. The warmth I felt with the first hit was much stronger this time and I was being hit by a wave of pleasure. I don't know how long I held my breath but the longer I did the better it felt. "Good boy! It's hitting you isn't it? Hold it just a little longer....a little longer...a little longer...You wanna let it go?" I was feeling like I was gonna burst. I was nodding fast. He quickly placed a hand over my mouth and nose. My eyes shot open in panic. "I got you son. Just a little longer. You got this. You're a swimmer. Show me what you got son." Slowly he pulled his hand away and I exhaled like I had been underwater for an entire 500 race. But the wave of warmth I felt when I was holding my breath turned out to be nothing compared to this. My whole body melted my head fell back and without his hands on my hips I started sinking down on his cock slowly. This time both of us moaned. I could feel him stretching me from the inside. The pain was still dull but it never got worse. There was something else now. It wasn't even pleasure. It was like a realization. Like I didn't know that I had spent my life partly empty until that space was being filled. "Oh my god dad. Your....your....cock is so....thick." He moaned. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. I stopped myself from sinking further. I wasnt sitting in his lap. I couldnt believe there was more. I needed a break. He opened his eyes. "You're almost there son. You're doing great. How does it feel?" I struggled to find a word. "Good dad." "Just good? Because it feels amazing inside you son. Youre so tight and warm around your dads cock." Hearing that got me so worked up. I dont know how but almost as a reflex to hearing those words I squeezed my hole around his cock. He moaned loud and long and his eyes rolled back. It was so hot to see the pleasure I was giving this man. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could. And that was enough to make me decide to just hope that the worst was behind me and I sat all the way down taking the rest of his cock inside me. His moan went from loud to completely silent like he was screaming but nothing was coming out. His eyes opened the way mine did when he forced me to hold my breath and he looked at me in shock. The pain was sharp. I couldn't believe how deep he was inside me. My eyes watered and a couple tears were falling down my cheeks. He brought his hands to my face and wiped the tears with his thumbs. "We're just going to sit here so you can get used to me inside you son. This is what we both needed. Look at me. Your dad's raw cock is inside you son." I moaned and my hole squeezed on his cock again. He pulled me into him and kissed me. We put our arms around each other his grip tight as he moaned into my mouth. We made out for what felt like the longest we had to that point just exploring each others mouths and tongues pushing further into the other. He pulled me away to break the kiss. "You are so beautiful son. Perfectly smooth like a good boy should be and so tight around my fat bare cock. You know I havent cum in a couple weeks. When you told me your birthday I decided I would hold a load so that the first load that shoots into you is so big that you never forget it." Talking about cumming in me brought me a little out of the haze and made me a little nervous again. This wasn't safe. But that's all I wanted from this man. I wanted to feel a man shooting his seed into me deep. Either I show everything on my face or he can read minds. I think he could detect that my mood was beginning to change. He grabbed the pipe and torch. "How about a couple hits?" I nodded. I was nervous but I didn't want to stop what was happening. If the hits could cloud it again then I was going to do them. He gave me three hits before he took one. For good measure he gave me one more after his one. I was flying high again as the clouds hit me hard. "Ok we're going to do something now. We're going to stay in this position. I'm going to teach you a couple things that will make every top fall in love with you." At the moment there was only this man who I wanted to fall in love with me. I would do anything he told me to. "Eventually you'll learn how to bounce up and down on a cock but you just feel so good that I don't want you pulling off me even an inch. You're gonna grind into me and you're gonna find a spot inside you that is gonna make you cum." I looked down at my cock. It was still just semi-hard. There was no way he was gonna make me cum with my cock only half hard. He pushed my chest back so I was leaning back. He kept pushing until I had to use my arms to brace myself behind me. "That's good son. Now just make slow small circular motions with your hips with my entire cock inside you." I began trying to do what he said while being sure not to pull away from the feeling of the hair of his crotch brushing against me. Dad was using his hands to rub my chest my abs my legs and then used one hand to stroke my cock as he rubbed my body. Not even a minute of doing this he said "Let's do another hit of poppers. I think it will help and I also want to see how they mix with the T for you." I pulled myself back upright and in that motion his cock hit something inside me that caused me to shiver and moan. "There you go son. I think we found it. Let's do these hits and get you feeling even better. He gave me two hits letting me take a quick breath after the first but making me hold the second one. Before he took his hits he said "I'm going to take my hit now and I'm going to hold it in too. I don't want you to let go of yours until I let go of mine. Ok son?" I nodded but I was already starting to feel like I was going to need to breathe out soon. The warmth was working its way into me like a wave and I was trying to hold on. Dad took his hit and held it. He closed the bottle and put one hand on the back of my head. He pulled me in so we were forehead to forehead both holding our breaths. Finally he nodded and we both exhaled. What I felt was incredible. It was so much more intense than the first time. He pulled me into a kiss and we were both animals. But he shortened this kiss and pushed my chest back again. He put one hand behind my back to steady me. I knew what he was doing. "We're gonna find that spot again son. I want you to feel even better. Go ahead and try that motion again." I started making circles with my hips again still riding the wave. And then it hit. I actually screeched. Dad held me in that position. He was like a surgeon with incredible precision. One hand on my abs and the other on my back he held me at an angle that was not as far back as before but not upright. We sat still for a moment and he looked deep into me. I could barely focus I was so high. "Are you ready son?" I didn't really know what he was talking about but I nodded anyway. "Clench your hole for me son." He closed his eyes and moaned through his smile as I held his cock tighter inside me. "Try to match my rhythm with that move ok son?" Rhythm? I had no idea what he was talking about. We weren't moving. And then suddenly I felt his body buck slightly and inside me his cock pressed against that spot again making me shiver and sending my head back behind me. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And then over and over until I was screaming out. "Fuck...dad... your... cock....oh...my....god." So this is what it meant to be fucked. This is what it meant when all those guys in the videos who were getting fucked moaned like crazy. I was seeing stars in my drug and poppers fueled high on top of this feeling of his huge thick cock stretching me and introducing me to a pleasure I never wanted to lose. "Don't....stop...dad...please...." He started moaning too as I clenched down on his cock over and over. "Son fuck yes. You love your dads raw cock inside you dont you? This thick cock is going to breed you so deep with a two week load of ropes and ropes of thick dad cum. You want that son? You want your dad's load to breed you son?" I didn't say anything in response. Something was bubbling in me. The tingling that I had been feeling since those first hits were suddenly turning into something else and I was starting to shake uncontrollably moaning and gasping for breath at the same time and even though I hadnt been touching my only half hard cock I could feel this wave of pleasure make its way to my balls and through my cock as I came like never before. Dad pulled me against his chest as I was still shaking and with his mouth at my ear said "I'm cumming son. Oh fuuuu......" I could tell that he was moaning that silent moan again. His body against mine was shaking bucking over and over and after at least 10 spasms he moaned deep and long. The spasms kept coming but there was a longer period between them. He held me tight against him and when he thought they were over he pulled me back and kissed me. He bucked a couple more times and said "Oh fuck I'm still cumming. Oh...m--" I put my tongue in his mouth. If each time he bucked into me was a shot he must have cum almost 20 ropes into me. Our kiss got slowly and more sensual as our breathing steadied. I pulled back this time. I had shot a massive load. There was cum all over our chests. "How are you feeling son?" I didn't know what to say. I felt amazing like everything in my life had changed. I put my head on his shoulder. "Dad. That was incredible." I could hear him chuckle. He was still inside me and I could feel that he was still hard. "That was just the beginning son. I have an idea. How do you feel about calling home and telling your folks youre staying over your friends place tonight?"

Part 15, Love wins. I have to admit, I love the feeling of the magic brown bottle, it makes me feel so warm and tingly. I looked to my right and I saw Mr. C walking over to a cabinet. Ahmed took the ear plugs out of my ears as daddy picked up a medicine bottle. He shook it a couple times and put it back in the cabinet and walked my way. He grabbed a bottle of water and said, 'take these vitamins son.' 'More vitamins? I already had 3 of those blue diamond ones. 'These blue ones are different, they will make you strong in another way.' He pushed three of them down my throat and poured some water in and felt me swallow. He looked at Mr Ali and said, 'you are right my friend and as Jack said to Rose. Not here, not this night, do you understand me.'? 'Sweet, shall I send out my notice now Tony?' 'No, no, no, actually we aren't going to do that either. I have another plan. I will keep working with him and his body will learn to want it. He will beg for it without the spell and he will ask me for the gift. But it might take some time, but I am a patient man and plus we have the magic bottle until then. You are welcome to look into a loaner program for my boy with your friends, but he will stay mine. I cant risk one of you being the gift bearer. It will be my love strain and he will look me in the eyes asking for it....someday.' 'Oh Tony, you are passing up a new life, but I get it. I will tell my people they can come visit and pay homage to you for a visit with him, but he is staying put' Mr. C looked back at me and said, 'I think there are a few other men outside that heard about your gift from god and would like to come see it and play with it. Would that be ok boy? After that, we can go home, you have had a big day son.' i thought of going back home and Mr. C said. 'whats wrong pup, you look sad'. I heard mens voices enter the room as daddy slipped a blindfold over my eyes. 'I just thought about going back to my house and seeing my mom and it makes me sad to think of that again. This morning seems like such a long time ago.' I felt someone pick the bottle up off my chest and i heard the top unscrewing and i flinched in surprise as several hands started to touch my legs and stomach. 'Oh son, you are not taking you back to your house. You are staying with me tonight in my house'. 'Really'? I felt a thumb close my left nostril and the familiar smell filled my lungs. Daddy was close to my ear and whispered to me 'yes, and dont worry about that, just open up your pussy for this nice man. He has a birthday gift and a big treat for you'. With that said and as I exhaled, I felt my asslips separate and open wide. And wider. And wider. And wider. Holy fuck, this dude was just huge. I sat up in the sling and felt a strong hand slowly push my chest down. The thumb went to my other nostril and I repeated my breathing exercises. I soon felt his pubes tickling my groin and he shoved a little deeper just to make sure I knew he could. I let out a scream and my hands went up to the chains over my head. I held onto them and tried to pull myself up and off of him. But I was stuck. My legs were stretched to the limit and there was no where I could go. He moved forward and kept me fully stretched. It felt like he was half way to my neck inside of me. I tried a different approach as he started to back that huge cock out of me. I leaned forward again to see if I could somehow reach the chains my feet were attached to. There was no use, I couldn't reach those either. I felt his very powerful hand on my chest and this time he pushed me back into my fur sanctuary and spoke. 'If you relax boy, this is going to be a lot easier on you. I dont give a fuck, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Get some more magic medicine in him and give him a spray of candy if he needs. But get his calm and relaxed.....this bitch needs to be opened up.' Wait, that voice, I know that voice. 'Thanks for letting me close up the shop early Mr. C, you are right, this is too good to miss' the man said to Mr. C. 'Jax? Is that you?' 'Damn straight little bro, so relax, I got this. Take my big black dick into your little pink pussy boy. Fuck baby you are tight...' I heard the spray can spray and felt a finger pry my mouth open. I felt a towel enter and the finger pushed my mouth shut. Daddy said, 'bite on the cold part and wrap your lips around the cloth and breath deep through your mouth.' With that he pinched my nose shut. I breathed in deeply several times and it felt like I was getting far away again, like I was hovering over the hammock. The voices were indistinct and my hole was visible in my head like it just blossomed wide open. I was in a dream? I feel so funny. I feel so alive. I could hear voices, I could hear the chains rattle. I could hear daddy talking in my ear but I couldnt figre out what he was saying. It seemed like a couple minutes later I started to feel like I was settling back into my body and Jax's voice became louder and more clear. 'Fuck, I love the look and bloody scent of red on my cock. Its like Neapolitan ice cream, vanilla, chocolate and now some pink strawberry. Oh fuck that is some deep dicking that pussy can take. Jesus his pussy is swallowing me hole. He was fucking me so hard i felt my nipples being tweaked. It was like I could feel every vein of his big cock rippling across my ass lips as he went in deep again. Deep and holding it deep into my hole. He was rubbing his thumb just above his cock on the tender part of my boy pussy. He was rubbing and pushing and I was going crazy. I felt something warm on my cock. Something wet and warm. Was someone sucking me? Who would do that? Oh fuck, I cant believe this feeling. Jax's voice was so sexy, telling me about how my asshole gripped him every time someone would pinch my nipples. Telling me to clamp down on that big fucking dong because I was about to get his gift. I had never had so many gifts on my birthday before. I felt so special. These men are so nice to help me celebrate and to teach my pussy how to open up they hardly needed to bring me gifts too, but so cool they did. Jax was pulling his dick all the way out and then slamming it back in and I heard him say. 'Look at that cunt gape. She is dilated to a half dollar size if not more. Someone get a flashlight. Look inside that pussy hole. Oh fuck, look at that. Look at all the cum being churned into butter. It is coating the walls. All those little swimmers trying to burrow their way home. Swim you little fuckers, swim, I got the next team of swimmers about to dive into the pool, the all black swimmers from my school. I could tell he was picking up speed, faster, deeper, faster, deeper, oh fuck he was going to deep. 'Oh daddy, it hurts me daddy, it hurts.' 'You need to relax, take your big brothers babies. You are going to love when he uses you baby. By the sweat on his chest you should be done in 5, 4, 3, 2, you ready? 1.' 'Ohhhhhhhooollllyyyyyy Fuckinggggggg mercy of goddddd, knocking that little tight virgin pussy up with my baby batter. ' I felt him convulsing several more times until he started to slow down. But I was still getting sucked by someone and couldn't control it any longer. I was going to fucking blow my load. I started to moan and let out a whimper. 'oh, oh, oh god'. But it stopped. I could feel the cum welling up in my nuts and right before it shot out he stopped. Why, why would someone do that? I felt his hand squeeze my dick. I felt something happening. What is going on? My cock was being squeezed tight, but I am going to cum? Oh that hurts. Oh that is amazing. Oh fuck. 'Oh my god, I am going to shoot. Can I shoot? Please let go of my cock, let me touch it. I felt my hands being grabbed and pulled over my head. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I am going to cum. And with that I shot a load out of my cock.' Mr. Ali laughed and said 'oh to be young again, that first shot easily caught 4 feet of air' I felt my cum splatter back onto me what seemed like seconds after it left my cock, it must have had quite a good hang time. Volley after volley of cum shot out. Dropping all over my chest in big globs. I was panting and sweating. I felt several tongues licking on my chest. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw Ahmed go to one of the cabinet. There were all these really strange looking things in it. He picked up this big red thing and brought it over to Mr. C and said. 'why dont you use this ass plug so his gifts dont all escape by the time you get him home'. I felt my daddy put his hand on my head and took the blindfold off. I squinted to see again, but he was looking right into my eyes from a few inches away and said. 'Be strong for a minute ok? Can you push out a little like you are on the toilet? Not really hard, but push out your pussy, yeah, good, just like that. A little more pup.' I felt something kind of cold and slippery pushing into me. 'Be strong, be brave, you almost got it. One more push' And with that my hole hurt really bad but then closed up a little bit. Daddy asked, 'how do you feel.? 'Very full' He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes again and said 'I love you Lukas'. I smiled and said, 'I love you to Mr., I mean, I love you too daddy.'

Part 3. My first day at work. The building of trust with Mr. C. Mr C. Turned the truck off and given I was super eager, I started to open the door. Just then, I felt his hand on my thigh. Startled, i turned my head and looked over at him. He pivoted his body toward me and said, ‘Lukas, do you like hanging out and spending time with me’? My eyes got big, I smiled and I nodded yes. ‘Do you trust me pup?’ I turned toward him and said, ‘Can I be honest?’ ’I would be disappointed if you weren’t pup’, he said. ‘I have always felt this strange connection to you Sir. It’s like you get me or you are part of me. You don’t make fun of me for being stupid, oh sorry for being “naive and slow” (making air quotes and rolling my eyes, my teachers get frustrated when I call myself stupid), I mean yes, I always felt you wanted best for me, but after helping me get that scholarship and getting me this job, I trust you completely.’ With a smile and a wink and a rustling of my hair again, he said, ‘you will make me proud and you will have plenty of money for school in the fall. He handed me several small folded up pieces of paper held together by a paperclip and said, I want you to put these in your front left pocket of your jeans. If tonight you ever get confused or wonder what you should do, I want you to take these out of your pocket and read the one marked #1. You are to think of a question to ask me, said say that question to yourself, this paper has the answer, so just trust me and do what it says and then put the note in your right pocket. If it happens again, you take them out, you pretend to ask me a question and read #2 and repeat the process. There should be enough to get you through the night. Do you understand what I am saying Lukas?’ As I lifted my butt off the leather truck seat he slid them deep into my left front pocket and then patted my upper thigh with a wink. ’I think so Mr C., when I get confused or not sure what to do, I should pull these out, pretend you are with me like this and ask you a question in my head, and read the first one, remember you said to trust you and to do what the note says. Then I put it in my right pocket. Then if I get confused again, I just repeat the process? Right.?’ ‘Yep, you got it buddy’. As getting out of the truck he said, ‘If you ever get in a bind you can text me too, but just pretend you are asking me and trust the notes and you will be great.’ The smell of pizza as we entered the back door was amazing. Mr C took me to his office and had me sign a bunch of forms and legal stuff. He then was looking through a stack of t-shirts and said they were out of Large size and medium. Handing me a small, he said he would get some brought in from the other store. ‘See if you can fit into this pup.’ Being shy and still not sure about my body, I turned my back to Mr. C., peeled off my t-shirt and pulled the C’s pizza t-shirt on. If fit like a glove, no tighter than a glove. I felt like a sausage packed into its casing. He said, oh sorry that is so tight, but you look great, the ladies will love that look and give you big tips, I am sure some of the guys will find you as tasty as our pies as well. Lol. Feeling more confident by his comments, I turned toward him. ‘Christ lukas, you are right, your nipples are very large for a boy your age.’ He playfully winked and tweaked them through my shirt. My eyes got big, my legs clamped together, I bent over a little and my shoulders turned in as I let out a slight moan. ’What was that Pup’? He asked. ‘I am sorry, I have a little issue with my nipples,’ I remarked. ’A little issue?’ Yes Sir, when they are touched, it does something to me.’ I said ‘Does something?’ He asked curiously. ’Yeah, it’s the strangest thing, but it sends waves through me.’, I said. ‘Waves’? ‘‘Yeah, like a get this electric pulse down,... well down to,..... well down to my, well.... to down there...’, looking down at my crotch. Just then this huge black dude strolled into the office and gave Mr. C. a high 5, and said ‘hey boss’. Mr C looked at me and said, ‘Oh your nipples are wired to your cock Lukas? Oh Lukas, this is Jax. He is the lead loader here.’ Jax’s eyes got big and said, ‘Wait, what? The new kids tits are wired to his dick, is that what you guys are talking about? Damn, good to know.’ And started laughing. I turned bright red, said blurted out, ‘No, no, no that’s not what I meant’. Mr C said, ‘it’s ok Lukas, Jax didn’t mean any harm.’ ‘No, it’s not that’, I said. They both looked at me like.... welll? I looked down, and said ‘it’s not my dick the impulses go to, it’s more like between my legs and lower, you know like under my nuts.’ I am beat red by now feeling like I just made a fool of myself in front of my boss and Jax. Jax was quick to put his massive dark hand on my shoulder and say ‘look kid, it’s all good, as long as the feeling goes someplace, it is totally normal.’ I looked up, and smiled and said ‘yeah? Really?’ Mr C said, ‘absolutely, mine are wired to my cock, but lots of boys, younger boys in particular are wired to their holes instead. Mine use to be wired to my hole, but now it goes straight to my dick’, and he grabbed his significant bulge. Jax said, ‘hey kid, my nipples have always been wired right to my big black dong, playing with mine totally gets freak on.’ He looks down at his jeans and I notice what looks his cock is gigantic and snakes several inches down the thigh in his jeans. ’Wow, that’s cool.’ Looking back and forth at them both, I said ‘we learned in school guys can’t talk about stuff like this at work, you can get in a lot of trouble’. Mr C started to talk, but then Jax interrupted said, ‘we are like a family here and respect each other, there isn’t anything we can’t talk about as long as it is said with respect and trust.’ With that, he turned to Mr. C and said, ‘boss, you texted me about making one of my sweet cherry pies today? ‘Yes, how is that coming? please Jax, it must be perfect’, Mr C said. ‘‘It’s about to head into the oven, did you want to see it? Trust me, I can see now and agree, it must be perfect.... and it is. It will need to get delivered in a couple hours. You know Mr Ali loves his swwwwweeeetttt cherry pie delivered when it is still warm and with lots of fresh cream.’ ’I trust you there big guy, go ahead and get it in the oven’, Mr C said. ’Did you hear any word on Billy, Mr. C?’ Jax asked. ’Yeah, he won’t be with us anymore, yesterday was his last day. The sheik said he got his passport arranged and should be released from the hospital tomorrow and he got one of his nurses to come along on the sheiks jet.’, Mr C said. They exchanged high 5s, and Jax said, ‘very nice work Mr C., congrats on another deal.’ After he left, Mr C told me to have a seat and he would explain operations. Mr C explained, ‘We break our operations into loaders and load carriers. As I said earlier, Jax is the lead loader. That was my role, but I am specializing into some new functions and managing other locations as well. He is your boss when I am not here. I trust and respect him completely as we discussed earlier. But being the leader loader means he is great at getting the pizzas and sometimes other pies ready to load into the oven. The load carriers, like you... will then be on the delivery team. The load carriers take over once the loaders getting the pies into the oven. The carriers, will get them out, cut, box and deliver them. We have some common load carriers. Emily, Bob are here today but there are a few others do that. Your role is the special deliveries. Like Jax and I were talking about, Billy, was our special load carrier, but he is relocating and moving soon. My truck has a special warming bin, since I know you, I trust you to drive my truck. These pies are for our really elite special customers. Most of our high wealth clients who expect and like superb customer service from our special load carriers. Oh, we also use this function for some party deliveries. You are very strong and these parties have a really heavy load to carry. With your size, I thought you would be perfect for this role. Do you understand Lukas?’ ’Yes Mr C, thank you for helping me follow that. I am a special load carrier for you and will treat your best customers with great customer service and work on carrying the really heavy loads at parties people are having.’ He smiled and said, ‘you got it exactly right pup’. He then took me out and introduced me to the others. We had a bit of rush so Mr C said, let’s help the common carriers and I can go with you and show you how it works. He grabbed a couple gatorades out of the cooler and as we loaded his truck he took one of the blue diamond vitamins. He asked if I took my vitamins today. I said ‘no Sir, we don’t have money for vitamins’. He said, ‘Lukas, that is unacceptable, if you are going to stay healthy and continue to bulk up before college at the gym, you have to have vitamins.’ I said, “I can get some with my first check’. He said. ‘Don’t be silly, I have plenty, here is some Gatorade, please take one of mine. Well, actually take two if you haven’t been taking them regularly.’ I notice him adjusting himself in his pants, I loved what a real dude he was. My dad was such a soft man, he wouldn’t ever be seen doing something that real men do. As I tried to swallow them, they were big enough they got caught in my throat. But another swing of Gatorade and they went down the hatch. He tossed me the keys and said, ok, let’s get rolling, these pies aren’t getting any fresher. Coming soon, part 4, and the special cherry pie to Mr. Ali.

Another classic pozzing story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog readers. ................. I've been working a lot of hours lately, trying to build up some cash reserves, so I haven't been online as much as I’d like. But I want to tell you about the last time my boyfriend Steve and I went out to play. We didn't really have anything in mind other than both being horny and hoping to meet up with someone into threesomes. We went to JR’s which isn't really our favorite place—too crowded and snooty. But the guys who go there are usually cute. It seems to attract a younger crowd than most places in Dallas. We met this kid who turned out to be in town for SMU’s freshman orientation. His name was Brian. He was kinda short—5'7”—curly brown hair, with a big smile, and great personality. Besides that he had a cute Butt and a nice bulge in his Levi’s. We talked a while—each bought the others a round of beer. But it's hard to talk with it so loud; and besides, Steve and I wanted to do more than talk. Steve suggested we go outside to smoke a joint. We walked and talked, sharing the weed as we went. Steve got right to the point and asked Brian if the three of us could go over to his hotel. He'd already told us where he was staying, and it wasn't too far. The Kid jumped at the suggestion. We hopped in Steve's car and drove over. When we got in his room we fell on the bed in a tangle. We were all over each other. He was a horny 18 year old, feeling good, and ready to play. Of course, we wanted to POZ him. We got out of our duds pretty quickly. Steve and I went to work on Brian. I sucked his Dick, and Steve licked his Balls. I swung around to the 69 position, more to get out of Steve's way than because I wanted my Dick sucked. Steve took the cue and turned his attention to Brian's Ass. He poked his tongue in good and deep and pulled Brian back upon him. Brian moaned, having the time of his life—and, more important, let his guard down. I moved off his Dick to lick his Balls—nibbling them gently so that Brian couldn’t decide if he was feeling pleasure or pain. Steve had two fingers up Brian’s Butt, and the Youth responded by alternately rimming and finger-fucking me. Steve changed position. His Dick was aimed squarely at Brian's Butthole. Steve spat into his palm, held it out to me, and my saliva blended with his. He rubbed our Spit onto his Shat and Brian's Manpussy and plowed in. "Don't you have a condom?" Brian didn't like being barebacked. "You're safe aren't you? I mean, I'm not gonna catch anything from you, am I?" Steve had to throw him off guard. “I’m clean. And I always fuck safe." Damn, I coulda shot right then! My face was inches away from where my Boyfriend's Dick was sliding in and out of this cute healthy boy. I knew Steve was aiming to POZ him. Steve pumped him long and slow for a while. I went to work on his Balls and Nips while kissing him—keeping him distracted while Stevie went in for the Kill. Steve tensed up and got that glassy look he always does when he’s about to shoot. After Steve pulled out, I slipped in. I love fucking a Dude whom someone’s just Creamed. It's so hot screwing a NEG Manhole bathed in the Lube of another’s POZ Cum. I was so boned up I didn't last long. Steve and I lay down on our bellies, and Brian fucked us. He felt good inside me—even though I'd just shot my Wad. What may have been the last NEG Load of his nubile life erupted in Steven. We all dozed on his bed for a while. When we awoke it was time for Round Two. Again Stevie and I fucked our POZ Loads into him. I went first. Again Brian waited until he had both our Loads in him before he shot—fucking his creamy NEG spooge into me. We wished Brian well at SMU (and prayed that we’d POZZED him). When we got home we were still horned over sharing the Gift that Keeps on Giving. We had to celebrate by Trading Strains one more time. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/neg2poz-brian-from-college.html