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Part 1 It is early Thursday morning and I am finishing packing my bag for the visit back home. This trip is for my brother’s wedding, for which I am his best man. My flight is in a few hours taking me from the big city life I have been living for the last 6 years (4 in college and now 2 working) back to my rural home town where the population of the whole town is less then the number of people that live with in a block of my apartment. I wouldn’t say I hate visiting home, but I will say there is definitely a reason I moved across the country for college and stayed there. Being gay in small town American is not fun. By the way, I am Samson but I go by Smith (my middle name). I am 24 years old, 6’2 and lean with good muscle definition and six pack abs. I have short light brown hair and green eyes. I was blessed with a nice fat 8.5 in dick (cut) that has a set of heavy balls hanging below them and a nice bubble butt (with a tight hole). I got lucky with genetics but I also workout 6 days a week. I have the boy next door look going for me and lots of times people are surprised to find out I am gay. They are even more surprised when they find out I am kinky toxic poz pig. When I got to college I really embraced my gayness and fucked and got fucked as much as I could. It started out safe but quickly changed to me becoming a raw only guy. My first raw fuck happened about a month into school when I was tipsy at a party and didn’t have a condom but had a perfect twink hole in front of me. He wanted it and I couldn’t resist. I ended up nutting in him as he begged for my cum. That was pretty much the end of condoms for me. I wasn’t on prep because I didn’t want to use my insurance that I got through my parents to pay for it and then they see it and my mom to go crazy about me having unprotected sex. Plus it was a hassle and I like all guys that age thought I was invisible. I got knocked up by a senior frat guy (Kenny) the begining of my sophomore year. We had meet in the college gym a few days after the year began. I noticed him when I entered the gym. He was tall, very fit, super handsome mixed guy with a little more muscle than me. I thought he was straight even after asked me about my workout and then asked to do the rest of our workout together. As we showered after our work out I tied, key work there, to sneakily get a look at his meat. It was big, fat, uncut and the same caramel color as the rest of his skin with a small bush of hair above the base of his dick. It hung heavy over his balls and made my mouth water. It had to of been 5 in soft. Well he caught me and called me out for looking. I tried to apologize. He told me the only way he would accept my apology is if I followed him home and let him own my hole. Of course I said yes. We finished up our shower and walked to his frat house. We went straight up to his room and starting making out right away, stripping each others of our clothes the minute the door closed. He had me sit on his face to eat my hole as I sucked on his now 9in fat uncut dick. After a while he bent me over the bed and worked that monster into my ass slowly. Inch by inch. We didn’t discuss status or even think of condoms. He bottomed out and then sat there as he kissed my back, neck, and ear. After I adjusted to his monster dick he fucked me hard and deep with long strokes. Making me moan as he stretched me open and his dick hit my prostate. He was the first person to open my second hole too. That felt so good when he did it. He fucked me for a long time in multiple positions. He deposited his cum I me 3 times that afternoon. Then we cuddled naked and watched some sports on his tv till I had to head home to do my assignment. After that we became fuck buddies. A couple months later when I got sick with flu like symptoms he told me I should go test and went to the appointment with me. When it came back I was positive he helped me get home as I was a mess. After I clammed down and realized it wasn’t the end of the world I asked him how he knew I could have gotten HIV. He told me he knew because he was poz, had been for a while, and not started on meds. That sent me into a bit of frenzy but he managed to talk me down. He then planted the seeds of the gifting/chasing poz fetish in my brain. With his help my horizons expanded from vanilla sex to freaky kinky piggy sex. He also convinced me not to go on meds. I also never told my family about my infection. I figured they didn’t need to know or worry. By the time Kenny graduated I was a pozzing pig like him, he even got me to help him stealth poz a freshman the night before his graduation. He taught me so much. It was sad he moved away, but we still see each other and fuck at least once a year when he visits the city. But back to the present, I visit home 2-3 times a year and it’s always nice to see my parents, brother, and sister. But by the end of my trip I am definitely ready to leave. Me and my brother are the only ones in my family that have lived outside our southern conservative state, let alone outside a 20 mile radius of our small town. After he finished college last year my brother, Mike who is 23, and his soon to be wife, Beth also 23, moved back home and set up house to live out her perfect family with the picket fence fantasy. My brother is pretty chill and Beth is alright but a little to stepford wannabe for me. But as long as he is happy, I am behind him. I order my Lyft to the airport. A few minutes later a nice lady pulled up and we chatted as she took me to the airport. The trip through security and boarding went smooth. The whole flight the hot twink flight attendant flirted with me, giving me his number before we got off the plane. I flew into the nearest city to my home town which was still a 2 hours from my home. He whispered to me he had the next 3 days off and he lived here a little outside the city. He was about half way from the airport to my parents place. I figured it be a good get away to go and pump his hole full of my toxic babies if my family got to be to much. I texted his number and told him I was in town for a wedding but if I had time I would let him know. He was very happy about the possibility and sent me some hot pics of him naked and his nice ass and sweet pink hole. I sent back a few choice pics to him. I went into the airport and my uncle James was there to pick me up. “Hey there bud, hope the flight was good. Your Dad is busy with the set up in the barn for the reception (we no longer had horses so it was repurposed for family gatherings and events) and your mom is still cleaning house. So they sent me to get you.” He said as he wrapped me in a hug and then lead me to baggage claim. He was the same height as me but much bulkier. He was very much the muscle head guy. Had a home gym and worked out religiously. He would be a muscle bear if he were gay. We chatted more and caught up as we got my bags and walked to the truck. The conversation continued as we drove home with the occasional spaces of comfortable silence. When we got to the house Mike and 4 other guys were outside the barn unloading chairs from a truck. I realized the guys were the rest of his groomsmen. There was our cousin Mark, two of Mike’s best college friends Tim and Dennis, and Beth’s brother Steven (who I had only meet a few times but got major closeted vibes from). I got out of the truck and said hello to everyone , hugging my brother and cousin and shaking hands with the rest. I told them I would help after I got my stuff in the house. As I turned around to get my luggage my dad (who is a bear of a man at 6’5 with a beer belly and arms as strong as iron he got from working construction) wrapped me in a hug and kissed me on the cheek. He never failed to show affection to his sons like other blue collar guys here in the south did. Which I loved because there was almost no better place to be than in one of his bear hugs, it always made life better. He welcomed me home and then in his true fashion told me to grab some chairs and come help set up. I was about to tell him I need to take my luggage in and say hi to mom when she walked up giving me a hug then sticking her cheek out for a kiss, which I gladly did. She told me we’d catch up later and that she and James would take my bags in then he would bring out some ice tea and help us finish up. We spent the next few hours getting things set up and making sure the barn was ready for the coming festivities. All of us cutting up like a group of jocks and frat brothers would. I was included in on the ribbing and joking. They had no problem teasing me, even if about gay sex. We all would bash back and forth. One interesting thing that happened as we were setting up was that Steven (who was 20 only about 5’8 and very hairy - think otterish) would find ways to “accidentally” rub up against me. His ass against my hand, his crotch against my ass, even crotch to crotch once. When it happen he’d give me a quick devilish smile and move on. In that moment I knew I’d have him before I left. After the work was done we all went up to the house and Dad started to get dinner ready, he was the better cook between him and mom, plus he enjoyed it more so he did the majority of the cooking. We all helped around the house with the chores mom set us to do as dinner was cooking. Finally sitting down to eat around 6. Well all of us minus Steven who went to Mike and Beth’s place to be with their family for dinner. Mike was staying here until after the wedding so he “didn’t see the bride” before the big day. My sister Mary and her husband Tom (both in late 20s) couldn’t make it over that night as both were working night shift. But this was their last night working before the wedding so we’d see them tomorrow afternoon after they got off work and had a nap. After dinner we helped clean up and uncle James and Mark went home. Dad, mom, Mike, and I sat and talked and caught up. It was almost like we were kids. Dad, Mark, and I even moved the furniture back and wrestled like we used to. All of us went to state in our weight classes in high school and nightly practices were common back then. It was more fun then those practices because this time as it was just a us having a few beers and playing around. Of course dad beat us both. Me and Mark tied pretty much. Then we both tried to surprise attack dad together but he showed us he still had it and took us both down. We were all laughing hard, even mom, as he stood above us flexing his huge arms with his shirt off and his big hairy chest heaving imitating the “wrestlers” on tv. Even for a guy in his 50s he was built and strong as he’d ever been. We settled down after that and all watched a little tv. Then I excused myself to my room around 10. As I was stripping down in the bathroom me and Mark shared growing up (Jack n’ Jill style with a door to each bedroom) I looked at my phone for the first time since I got to the farm. The twink flight attendant had sent a few more texts including a few vids of him getting drilled raw which was hot. There was also a few texts from friends wanting to make weekend plans (which I reminded them I was out of town). But the most interesting was from Steven. He had sent me a message (he must of got my number from Beth) that told me he was glad to see me again. Followed by a full frontal nude of him in what I pretty sure was the guest bathroom at Mike’s house. He was not skinny but not fat just a flat belly and some muscle on him but not a lot. He had a hairy chest, happy trail and a big bush above a half hard dick. With his beard and shaggy hair he was a text book definition of an otter. He followed it up with, “I hope to be able to show you this in person before the weekend is out” I responded with a pic of me standing there half hard in my boxers with my dick head poking out of the boxer’s slit replying, “Oh we will have to make that happen! Let’s talk about it tomorrow morning. Meet me at Well’s park in the morning around 9. There is a storage building there by the ballfields that has a spot in it we can play.” I had used that building a lot for hookups growing up and even as recently as the last time I visited when I took a load from a hot local married daddy who didn’t recognize me but I knew was the owner of the local pizza place. It was the prefect place to fuck. I had the key from when I was a player on the baseball team but also helped coach with the equipment. I pretended I lost the key and continued to use it for visits home. Steven replied and agreed to meet me within 3 minutes. He asked for directions to the park and where the ball fields were so I sent him the information and told him to ready for a hot fuck. His only response was a picture of his fully hard beer can thick 7 in dick dripping cum. My dick jumped with anticipation!! I was so hard thinking about pozzing my soon to be brother in law I came within 3 mins of jerking my dick in the shower. Then laid down and fell asleep in seconds. —————————————— Thank you all for reading. This will be multiple chapters. This first chapter was mainly to set the backstory and get what’s to come ready. Don’t worry there will be more in depth sex in the coming chapters. Hope you all like it!

Andy and Toby had always been closely connected. Only 18 months separated the two brothers, who grew up with their parents in Austria. Their mother came to Europe from Australia for love, married young, and worked as a nurse after the two boys were out of the biggest challenges. The sons had to learn to stand on their own feet early on and take care of each other, especially after their mother's early death from cancer and their father's frequent business trips worldwide. As a result, they grew even closer together. They shared a room and spent their youth together. They were both part of a competitive swimming team. What they didn't know about each other was that the increasingly athletic shape of the swimmer's body played a stimulating role in the brother's mind when he masturbated. Shortly after Toby turned 18, he had another reason to celebrate, as he graduated from school. Their father invited him to join him on a 2-week business trip to New York and while the two older men were staying together in the United States, Andy had to finish his school year. Andy However, he was more than happy about it, as he had the house to himself for 2 weeks and could pursue his curiosity undisturbed. On his way to swimming practice, he had to switch buses at the train station. In the weeks before, he had noticed during the waiting time that the small annex near the bus stop was frequented by shy men. He knew it was a bathroom, but he wanted to find out why so many men visited it. He had a suspicion that excited him greatly, but he wanted certainty. That's why he seized the first opportunity that presented itself and instead of continuing to training, he did as the men did and disappeared into the door. The light was dim and he was glad that he could steal into the first cabin right away. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, he recognized on the walls the graffiti and messages of the numerous guys who had been there before him. This and the ambience and the stench of piss and dirty restroom made his piston grow immediately and he couldn't resist his urge, opened his pants and freed his cock. With 19x5 cm when extended, he was actually very satisfied with his equipment. His brother - at least from what he knew from the locker room and in the Speedo - could say the same about himself. And as with every jerk off, he had to think involuntarily in the cruisy restroom how it would be to have his piston in his hand, but that of his older brother. But something was different. Andy had to realize involuntarily that he wondered if Toby's cock would exude a similarly horny aroma that prevailed on the cruisy restroom, He closed his eyes and horned up at the idea of kneeling in front of him on the filthy floor, and watching with a horny and greedy look as Toby freed the fat hard cock and shoved it into his face. Even though Andy had been nailing his girlfriend regularly for about 2 years, he couldn't deny that he was only because in his imagination he would be the piece that was just being - by his brother. And even though his girlfriend got her money's worth through the regular and frequent fucks and she liked to be violently scolded by him, he had to realize that it was not a phase in which he fantasized about sex with men, because with every time he fucked, he was confirmed to be a faggot himself. At first he was ashamed of himself, but the shame first became indifference and finally a desire and desire to the point of an instinct to which he wanted to surrender at all costs. At this thought, the juice rose up in him and his fat load shot out of him and clapped audibly to the floor in the cabin. With an unprecedented, he collected the with his fingers from his piston to lick it off with relish. Only now did he notice the eyes watching him through a hole in the wall to the next cabin. Surprisingly, he enjoyed this and suddenly felt the need to give the peeping boy a great show. The pockmarked hardness of his part confirmed him, because although he had just spat off fat, he was rock hard. His show did not miss its target and with heavy moans, the stranger next door also lost his slime on the floor. Andy pulled up his pants and found that they were now soaked with the damp bottom of the cruisy restroom and his load. Somehow relieved, he decided that he had better skip the training today and, as he was, should rather go home again. When he got on the bus, he immediately became horny again at the thought, when he realized where he had just been and why he didn't just exude an aroma of sweat on this summer day. but also smelled of the smells of a flap. He could hardly wait to close the door behind him at home and indulge in his again. In addition to the. that he was absolutely ratty he also had to piss and since he didn't have to fear anyone at home, he lay down in the bathtub in clothes, took out his pisser and let the piss run first and soaked himself dripping with it. Immediately he had to think of the cruisy restroom and his brother's beating and how much he would like to wallow in the golden brother shower. Even though it was already the second sperm harvesting that day, he had the feeling that this snotting was even more intense and the load even greater. Soaked with fresh and im-dried piss. Loaded with sperm and completely drenched in sweat, he looked down at himself and had to grin involuntarily. "Fuck, I'm probably a piece of dirt that wants to do it with guys," he said to himself. As if liberated, he removed the traces of his newly lived out instinct - except for his Speedo, which he used as underpants and his white socks. He put them on his bed. He had the feeling that she would give him another situation later. At the same time, he decided that he had to somehow make it clear to his girlfriend as soon as possible to look for a new engraver, because like her, he also wanted to suck cocks and swallow sperm or feel cocks inside him. It horned him that she liked to be just slutty and literally demanded his cock. Today, however, he had become aware of two things: He wanted to do exactly that and the following day he would disappear into the cruisy restroom again. However, he wanted to go soon after school to spend as much time as possible there. The fact that he actually had swimming training didn't matter to him now.

got my babies into a young 23 year old smooth asian twink this past weekend, said he normally doesnt fuck older guys (I'm 43) but said my cock looked too good. walked in, he was face down ass up with that hot little hole waiting. didn't know his name or anything about him except I'm almost double his age. hit little magic hole drained me dry

CONTINUED After a moment, the porch light came on and my uncle opened the door, unlike the previous night, he was fully clothed, but his muscled body fit his cloths perfectly. He said, “Hey, how are you. Welcome, come in.” Steve and I stepped through the door and proceeded to the couch. My uncle asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” I replied, “This is Steve, he is Jeff’s friend. The two of them spoke earlier today and we though we might stop by after work. I hope that isn’t a problem.” He replied, “Not at all, I just hope you’re not all worked out.” Slyly Steve said, “I’m just starting to get worked up.” My uncle responded, “Could I offer you two a drink?” I said, “A drink? How about a couple of drinks?” My uncle replied, “I see its in the genes.” I said, “I luv what’s in our jeans. In both of your jeans!” Next words out of my uncles mouth was, “Looks like I better make all our drinks a double. Jack fine?” I said, “Absolutely” as we followed him into the kitchen where it all began the night before. I sat in one chair while Steve, the blond muscle stud cook, leaned back in the other chair with his legs spread wide and a grin on his face. My uncle returned with the Daniels for us, we saluted each other and began to drink. As Steve took a drink with the glass in his right hand, his left hand began to slowly message his crotch. As he did, you could see a hard outline of the monster cock he wielded begin to grow. It was no wonder he was so popular at school. He knew exactly what he was doing and he had honed his craft. Uncle said, “So what you two up to?” Steve quickly replied, “No good.” Uncle replied, “Sounds good to me.” I said, “Sounds fantastic to me.” “So Steve, what do you like to do?” He replied, “I like to get my cock sucked and then jam it in a hole and work it hard.” Uncle responded, “Right to the point. So you’re a top? I’m a top too.” I thought, there goes my hole again. Still sore from the night before, I took another stiff belt of Jack Daniels. As we talked, it turned out that Steve, a player, had fucked a number of the college bros at the local university. His treasure trail was well worn. I looked over again at his crotch and with all the rubbing, he now had a wet spot in his jeans where his cock ended. I turned to him and said, “My muscles require high protein intake.” He said, “Come and get some.” I got out of my chair, knelt on the floor before him, unbuttoned his jean and discovered he wasn’t wearing any boxers. His tanned, smooth young man meat popped out and stood erect. I quickly opened wide and wrapped my tongue and lips around his shaft. The sweet taste of precum filled my senses as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his impaler. As I began to work his man tool, he removed his shirt exposing a carved smooth muscled chest with tan nipples. At the same moment, my uncle removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. The young stud looked over and saw the older stud and in that moment he recognized that he had met his future self, the ultimate Alpha males. He would arrogantly show his developed fucking skills, while at the same time, watch the older stud and learn techniques only years of experience could provide. Steve grabbed the back of my head and shoved me head down to the base of his muscle cock and began to work my throat. As he began to face fuck me, he turned an grinned at my uncle. My uncle stood up, turned and walked out of the kitchen. Steve let go of my head and I moved to lick his light blond treasure trail up to his chest. I swirled my tongue around his nipples and licked the cavern between his muscle chest. This young alpha male had earned his cockiness. He was hot, knew he was hot, and enjoyed working his sexuality. His lean chiseled wrestlers bod oozed total dominator. As I stood to remove my cloths, I turned and saw my uncle standing in the doorway, naked, not yet erect, but ready to go another round. The 31 year old stud alpha male’s presence demanded attention. He watched as I stripped and then reached for some more Daniel’s. Steve remained leaning back in the chair, his cock at full mast. My uncle motioned for us to go to the front room. I knew what that meant and my hole flexed. Steve stood up, grabbed some Daniel’s for himself, and we went to the living room. As we approached the couch, I noticed lube and poppers on the coffee table. Not hesitating, I reach for the poppers and opened the bottle. Placing my finger to one side of my nose I hot a strong sniff, knowing that I needed to relax my hole for the pounding that was about to occur. Steve reached for lube and thoroughly rubbed a generous coating on his cock and then sat on the sofa. At that moment I realized that all the teasing in the galley at work was over, I was about to get railed by the young stud. I turned and as I moved over his cock, he grabbed my hips and worked my hole down to his base. Still loose from the night before I was ready for a thrashing. His strong hands pulling my body down on his cock, and bodily strength thrusting his meat upwards caused me to gasp for air and groan. As Steve began to dominate my hole, I looked over and saw my uncle beginning to rub his monster cock. Round two was about to begin. He walked over, pulled me off Steve’s cock, turned me around and I began to clean the tool which I had ridden. As I did leaned over I felt an even larger weapon at the entrance to my hole. I knew exactly what that meant. As Steve once more grabbed by head and force his meat down my throat, I felt my uncle’s cock enter my hole and begin to drive deep. Caught between two alpha males I was not going to walk right for a week. As my uncle continued to thrust deep the slapping of his balls against my ass was a sound that got me harder and harder. I could taste Steve getting close as the pre-cum salted my lips. I swirled my tongue around his enormous cock and his force on my head grew more aggressive. As he arched back, he began to shot his load. I sucked down each drop. Pulled my head off so that I could see cum dripping of the tip and licked each protein filled drop off his shaft. I continued to suck is as he moaned. Not long after my uncle’s firm hands on my hips got tighter as he began to shoot his load deep down my guts. Thrusting back and forth I could feel his cock pumping load after load into my sloppy hole. The top alpha male was teaching the younger alpha how to properly use a man. As he pulled out I could feel my hole gaping wide as the cum dripped down my leg. I reach back with my hand to scoop up his hot load and licked my hand tasting every warm cum bit of his man juice. As lay exhausted on the coach, my uncle told Steve next up was a foursome with his friend. For this, we would go downstairs to the dungeon.

This weekend, I went to a Horse Fair with a prison twist in London. My first to such event. You choose to be an inmate(similar to a mare in other events), guards(stallion) or trustees(stable lads). Inmates must choose a red hood(bb) or white hood(condom). I was an inmate with red hood. First we stripped naked. Harnesses, rings or cages are allowed. We put on a prison orange jumpsuit. Then we were taken into the main room. This was huge with an industrial cold look. Rows of benches ready for mass fucking. Wow! Scary or exciting? Next we were hand-cuffed. A blackout eye mask is put on followed by the red hood. This stage was tense - fears, anxious and horny. Heard a guy shouted out to change his hood from red to white. I think 90% were wearing red. We were groped roughly by different hands before the orange jumpsuit was removed. Then I was told to bend down on a bench. Within minutes, my hole took a raw cock, then another, and another, it went on and on. I lost count but I think total for the night was about 15 to 20, some may be repeats, I don’t nor care. I probably took about 4 to 6 loads. Other than fucking, I was ordered by a guard to suck including some of the inmates. After an hour or so, I used the safe word to take a toilet break. A trustee guided me there where I was then allowed to remove my hood and mask. I noticed my hole was leaking cum profusely. As the trustee prepared to take me back to the mainroom, he said I should lubed up before returning. I told him I have tons of cum in me already. He checked fingering my hole and ordered me to suck him a bit. Nice moment. Afterthoughts - my personal thoughts, I know others will have own opinions: - the experience of being a fuckhole for countless anonymous tops is surreal. You hear grunting and feel cocks pulsating, then you know they are enjoying your slutty hole. You focus on the cocks taking turn to fuck you. - the comradeships with the other inmates was fun. Holding each others hands as we were being fucked endlessly. Towards the end when hoods were removed, I fucked a cub. - I would have liked to be ordered to felch those cum filled holes and be felched myself. - When changing to leave, good to see all the satisfied faces on those hot used bodies. - I will definitely go again, hopefully less anxious next time. As amazing as it was, I won’t say this beats everything else for me personally but we need variety. I am thankful such experience is accessible. Kudos to the organisers. Berlin next month … 🐷

A pig ive fucked with over the years, and who stopped by my office earlier this year. Was reminded of he s desire to tast my cock. So we arranged another office visit. When he arrived, i put my hand around the back of his neck. And told him to kneel. Which he did. Then stepped away to a chair. Then told him to look at me, as i undressed. His blue eye were locked. I sat down, and said, “Come”. He crawl over. for about the next 40m he filled his mouth with my cock. Worshiping it. He definitely one of these pigs for black men. I told he couldn't climax til i was done. As i drew closer, i had kick his had away from his cock. And reminded him to focus on me. i soon unload down his throat. Which he dazed in. Before i told him he could finish himself.

Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…

The steam swirled around Dan and Craig, clinging to their skin like a second layer. Water dripped from Craig’s tattooed arm, the ink a roadmap of his life’s stories, each one a testament to his unapologetic existence. Dan’s gaze lingered on the intricate designs, his mind racing with questions he wasn’t sure he wanted answered. Craig’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory, as he leaned in, his voice low and laced with challenge. “Ready for more, or are you gonna keep staring at my arm like it’s got the answers?” Dan’s cheeks flushed, but he held Craig’s gaze, feeling a surge of defiance. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. Craig’s eyes glinted with approval, and he clapped a hand on Dan’s shoulder, the gesture both reassuring and possessive. “That’s the spirit. Let’s get out of here. I’ve got a place in mind where the action’s hotter than this sauna.” They dried off quickly, the air outside the showers cool against their damp skin. Craig led the way through the maze of corridors, his stride confident, as if he owned the place. Dan followed, his heart pounding with anticipation. The baths had already given him a taste of anonymity and raw desire, but Craig’s presence made it feel like he was stepping into uncharted territory. “Where are we going?” Dan asked, his voice barely audible over the hum of conversation around them. Craig shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. “Somewhere private. A place where you can let loose without worrying about prying eyes.” The destination turned out to be a small, dimly lit room tucked away in a corner of the baths. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the walls were adorned with mirrors that reflected fragmented images of the bodies moving in sync. Craig pushed open the door, and Dan hesitated, his pulse quickening. “This is it,” Craig said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Time to see what you’re made of.” Inside, the room was sparse, with a single mattress on the floor and a few scattered pillows. The walls were bare except for a few faded posters of men in various states of undress. Craig closed the door behind them, the click echoing in the confined space. “Take off your towel,” he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. Dan obeyed, his fingers trembling as he dropped the skimpy cloth. Craig watched him with an intensity that made Dan’s skin prickle. When Dan was naked, Craig stepped closer, his gaze roaming over Dan’s body like a conqueror surveying his prize. “You’re a quick study,” Craig murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “But we’re just getting started.” Craig’s hands were rough as they gripped Dan’s hips, pulling him closer. Dan could feel the heat radiating from Craig’s body, his presence overwhelming. Craig’s lips brushed against Dan’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “On your knees,” Craig whispered, his voice a command Dan couldn’t refuse. Dan dropped to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. Craig’s cock was already hard, thick and uncut, the head glistening with pre-cum. Dan hesitated for a moment, his mind flashing back to Jimmy’s words about collecting cum, about keeping his ass roughed up. It was on that advice Dan had made plans with Craig to hit the baths together. His hesitation was fleeting. He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Craig’s cock, savoring the taste of him. Craig groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him with a firm but gentle grip. “That’s it,” Craig murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all. Not often I top Dan, but when I do I've got high standards. Show me what you’ve learned.” Dan obeyed, his mouth working in rhythm, his tongue swirling around the head of Craig’s cock. Craig’s hands tightened in his hair, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Dan closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation, the taste of Craig’s skin, the sound of his ragged breaths. “Enough,” Craig growled, pulling away abruptly. Dan looked up, his lips swollen and slick, his gaze questioning. Craig smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Time for the main event. On the bed, on your hands and knees.” Dan scrambled to obey, his body trembling with anticipation. Craig positioned himself behind him, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly. “Relax,” Craig murmured, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “This is gonna hurt, but you’ll like it.” Dan took a deep breath, steeling himself as Craig’s cock pressed against his entrance. There was no lube, no preparation, just the raw, unfiltered sensation of Craig pushing inside him. Dan gasped, his nails digging into the mattress as Craig thrust forward, filling him completely. “Fuck,” Craig groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. “You’re so wet. How many loads did you take in the darkroom?” "Five, I think," Dan whimpered, his body adjusting to the stretch, the burn slowly giving way to a different kind of ache. Craig began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder. The mattress creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the small room. “Say it,” Craig demanded, his voice harsh. “Say you want it.” Dan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his mind clouded with pleasure. “I want it,” he managed, his voice barely audible. “I want—” “Louder,” Craig growled, slamming into him with renewed force. “I want it!” Dan cried, his voice echoing off the walls. “I want your cum! Fill me up!” Craig’s thrusts became frantic, his body tensing as he neared the edge. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just like Jimmy said.” Dan didn’t respond, his mind blank as pleasure consumed him. Craig’s cock twitched inside him, and Dan felt the hot rush of more cum flooding his hole, filling him to the brim. Craig groaned, his body collapsing onto Dan’s back, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. For a moment, they lay there, Craig’s weight heavy on Dan’s body, the silence broken only by their labored breathing. Then Craig pulled out, the sound wet and obscene, and Dan felt the cum spill out of him, pooling on the mattress. Craig rolled off, a satisfied smirk on his face as he lay back on the bed. Dan turned to look at him, his body still trembling, his mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Craig’s gaze was soft, almost tender, as he reached out to stroke Dan’s cheek. “You did good,” he said, his voice low. “Jimmy was right about you.” Dan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jimmy’s name. He felt a surge of pride, mixed with a lingering sense of unease. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Craig’s smirk returned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Next? We’re just getting started. But first, let’s clean you up. You’re a mess.” Dan glanced down at his cum-stained body, a flush creeping up his neck. Craig chuckled, pushing himself up from the bed. “Come on. The showers are calling.” As they left the room, Dan felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, despite the chaos of his thoughts. Craig’s words echoed in his mind: You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Dan couldn’t deny it. He was. And as they stepped back into the steamy haze of the showers, he knew this was just the beginning. Here he was hanging out with a poz Adonis, a fellow slut. It made him feel powerful. Dan locked eyes with a tatted daddy across the shower room. As the daddy stroked his cock, Dan stuck a couple of fingers in his well fucked ass and put them in his mouth. "Go, enjoy," Craig said, as the daddy walked past them out of the showers. Dan did just that.

i think there's one in dallas from time to time -- as a breeding top I'd love to go and sample all those holes. Knowing I can just bounce from hole to hole trying them all out, no pressure to perform or cum, find the one that feels right and let him have the first round of babies. And of course being able to say I slid my cock into 10+ strangers in the span of like 30 min and the bonus of being watched having unprotected sex by so many strangers, yeah sounds so fun.

Coach Sanders 2 I must’ve blacked out because when I came to, Coach wasn’t in the room. I was wrecked. And goddamn, I felt it. Should’ve panicked. Should’ve curled up and lost it. But I didn’t. I smiled. Remembered I came to him. My hand slid down to my hole. Butt plug was still in me. Fuck, it felt good to be plugged up. Meant Coach’s load was still in me. Suddenly, I heard him at the door. “You’re back. How you feeling?” he smiled, giving me the once over. He stepped in, leaned against the frame. Eyes stayed on me. Could tell he liked what he saw. I just lay there. Played with my hole. Waited for whatever came next. He stood there, looked at me like that. So I said it. Straight out told him. Wanted to be poz. Wanted him to know I still meant it. Made sure he knew it wasn’t just the Tina talking. Yeah, I’d figured it out. He’d booty bumped me. And I liked how it made me feel. But told him I felt like crap. Coach didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there, listening. “Comes with the territory,” he said, handing me a glass of OJ, and sat down. “First time can knock you sideways.” He played with my hole while I drank. Then pulled out the plug. I moaned. Felt empty. I stretched out, opened up for him. He saw it. Grinned. “Hungry hole on you, huh?” I didn’t need to answer. He knew. His hand moved down, spread my hole. Checked to see if I was leaking. He chuckled, flexed his fingers. Told me I’d taken it all in. Then he opened the drawer. Pulled out a glass pipe, held it up between us. “This’ll help,” he growled. “I’ve got more loads. You’ll take’em all.” “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, watching the pipe catch the light. “Please.” “You ever smoked one of these?” he asked, brushing the bowl with his thumb. I shook my head. He smiled. “Watch close.” Then he lit it, drew in. Held it. Let the white smoke drift out. He passed it to me, the stem still warm from it. From the smoke. From his lips. I took it, fingers brushed his. Coach leaned in. Told me to take a hit. Hold it. Let it sit. I did. He gave the nod. I let it go. Cloud spread between us. He gave another nod. Kind that said I wasn’t done yet. “You want more, boy,” Coach said, telling me my truth. “Don’t pretend you don’t. Deeper this time.” Said he wanted me to feel it. I lifted the pipe again. He lit it. I breathed in the way he’d shown me. It burned sharper now but didn’t hold back. Wanted to show him I could take it. Wanted to feel it settle the way he said it would. He put his hand on my shoulder. Squeeze told me I was doing it right. He watched me hold the cloud. Testing how far I’d go. My lungs were full, pecs tight. He liked that. The look said it all. I was getting the feel for the pipe. Tina was kicking in. All I could think of was getting another load. I blew out. He leaned in, slow. Rubbed the warm bowl on my bulge. “You’re learning fast,” he said, watching me get hard. “Gotta another load ready for you, boy.” His mouth brushed mine. Soft at first, then deeper. Our tongues met, rough and hungry. But his took control. Slipped past my lips. Taste of the cloud still on his tongue, sharp and thick. His hard cock rubbed my abs. I looked down. Saw it pulsing. Tattoo was right there. Clear as day. “Goddamn,” he grunted. “You got me so hard. No hiding it now.” “Naw,” I groaned. “Don’t need to. Ever. Fucking breed me.” “Sit on it,” he barked, holding up a bottle of poppers. “Ride it.” I grabbed it. Took a couple of hits. Spread my cheeks and went down. Felt him splitting me open. Shit, it felt like home. Where I belonged. Tina was making my hole twitch, wanted cock. It was all the way in. The look on his face told me it felt good wrapped around his cock. I leaned in. Kissed him. Felt his cock grow even more. I broke the kiss. Started fucking myself. Pushed Up. Down. Did squats. Coach grabbed my pecs. Fingers twisted, pulled at my nips. I moaned. Felt the pain connected with my hole. He saw my reaction, smiled. I whimpered. Kept up the fucking. Tightened my hole, slid on his shaft. He was getting close. I could see it. Could feel it. He grabbed the sheet with his fists. “Feel that?” he growled. “You’re not leaving ‘til you’re pozzed. Ya hear me, boy?” “Shit yeah!” I moaned. “Don’t wanna, Coach.” “Fucking beautiful musclejock. Show me. Lats wide, pecs steady,” he growled. “Show me everything” I flared my lats, wide and clean. He lifted his hands, grabbed my pecs. Pulled on my nips. I groaned. Held the pose. Breath tight. Muscles stretched. His palms skimmed down my ribs. Fingers traced the flare, slow and firm. Mapped every inch. He looked at me, started fucking. My hole was on fire from the clouds. From his fuck. From my nips. I grabbed them. Pinched them with my fingernails. Fuck! “Fucking gotta work on those,” he grunted, pushing me on my back. “Your pecs’ll pop even harder with a big set of nips. “Work’em!” I moaned, tightening my grip on them. Fucking surge went through me. Down to my hole. “Fuck, I’m close,” he panted, sweat dripping, soaking the sheet. “You gonna be ready for Coach’s cock, boy? Anytime I want it?” “Fuck, Coach,” I told him, “Anytime.” Coach roared, shooting deep inside me. I couldn’t take it anymore. Hole tightened on his shaft. My cock exploded. Soaked my crusted pouch with another load. He was on top of me, panting. Pulled out. My hole dripped. Gaped. He grabbed a bigger plug. I nodded. Had to make sure it took he said. It stretched me out even more. Locked in the load. He sat back, smiled. “Clean,” he ordered, waving his cock at me. “You do it after every load. Got that?” I crawled to him. “Yeah, Coach,” I answered, seeing my juices dripping off it. Went down on him. Lips, tongue around his cock. Deep and messy. I grunted. Tasted it. “Goddamn jockpig,” he smiled. “Fucking taste your hole.” We kept going. Didn’t leave his place. Coach kept me high. Kept me full of loads. At some point it happened. Don’t remember when. Don’t even know how many days I’d been there. Coach said he was taking me to the gym. Not the one he gave me the membership for, but another. Already arranged it. I couldn’t say no, not that I would’ve. He handed me a pair of old sneakers. Told me I didn’t need anything else. The smell hit hard. I sniffed it, deep. Sweat, musk, something else hit me. I checked the size. Size 11. Same as mine. Figured it belonged to one of his other boys. Yeah, by then knew I wasn’t the only one. Not that it would’ve mattered. "Come on, boy," Coach said, grinning, looking me over. I had the look now. Strapped up, hole ready for more. “Next phase starts now.” He didn’t wait. Grabbed the keys. Headed for the garage. I followed. Jockstrap clung to me, sweat cooling, muscles tight. He opened the car door, waited. I climbed in. Skin bare to the seat. The leather stuck to me. Warm. Slick. Coach got in without a word. Just started the car. We didn’t talk on the drive. His hand played with my plug. Windows were tinted. No one could see. But felt exposed anyway like he wanted me that way. We pulled up to a brick building with no sign out front. No windows. Just a steel door and a keypad. Coach punched in the code. Didn’t look at me. Just said, “My DNA is taking over. You know that, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Just walked in, expected me to follow. I did. Inside, it was dark. Not pitch black but dim. The air was thick, warm. Smelled like iron. Sweat. The floor was concrete. Scuffed and stained. Walls bare except for hooks and straps. Just racks, bars, chains, and a couple beat up benches. Everything stripped down to basics. He told me to hit a set. Get pumped. I was already shredded. Dehydrated. Been with him long enough it showed. Skin tight over muscle, everything cut and sharp. I knew what the pump would do. Fill me out. Make every line pop. Every vein rise. I’d look unreal. I stepped up, grabbed the bar. Felt the cold steel press into my palms. My body was ready, still wired. I gave him everything. Didn’t hold back. Every rep I gave clean, every breath sharp. Muscles flared, veins high, like my skin couldn’t hold it all. Wanted him to see it. How far I’d go for him. No hesitation. No limit. If he asked for more, I’d give it. If he pushed, I’d take every bit. I wanted him to know I was his. Suddenly, the door opened on the other side of the room. Coach was beside me by the time it swung wide. I turned. Saw the smile on his face. Big. Proud. He stepped forward, raised his voice. “Guys, gather round,” he called out. They came in quick. Young jocks first, bodies pumped. All strapped. Some my age, some pushing 30. Then others came in. Not like the young ones. These had muscle settled in. Mid-thirties, forties maybe. Then came the older ones. Thick pecs, heavy arms, backs wide. Built like Coach. These guys looked me over without saying much, didn’t need to prove anything. Already had. These two wore gym clothes or just a jockstrap. A few were naked, stood easy. Coach squeezed my shoulder. “This is Ben. My new boy. Been loading him up since Friday.” A couple nodded. One of the older guys let out a low whistle. I stood there. Pecs out. Body pumped. Jock full. Heat in the room was thicker now. Eyes were on me. Could feel it. Coach stood next to me. In control. I stayed there. Didn’t hide anything. Didn’t want to. I’d done enough of that. One of the younger ones came up. He had size. Shoulders thick, arms pumped, pecs solid. Trained hard, no doubt. Skin smooth, hairless, like he’d shaved that morning. He clocked me fast. Eyes narrowed. Saw the difference. Saw I was bigger, fuller, sharper. But didn’t blink. Held onto his one edge. I still had hair. Was natural. He circled slow. Eyes dragging across my pecs. My arms, my legs, my ass. His jaw tightened. Not angry. Just trying to hide the envy. Saw it anyway. “So, you’re the new one,” he said, voice tense. “Coach said he was playing the long game. Waiting for the one.” I didn’t answer. Just held his stare. Let him take it in. My body spoke for itself. He reached out, fingers brushed my bicep. Not rough, not soft, just enough to feel the size. “Damn,” he muttered, admitting it. “He really built you right.” Coach watched from the side. Arms crossed. Said nothing. Let it play out. I saw the shift in the boy’s eyes now. Less challenge, more want. Wasn’t just sizing me up anymore. I held his stare, steady and open. Body still warm from the set. Skin flushed. Pecs rising slow. He was close now. Hands on my shoulders. I didn’t pull away. Leaned in just enough to let him know I felt it too. My hands moved to his waist. Pressed my fingers into the cut lines of his hips. “Not bad yourself,” I offered up, letting my touch say more. “Poz, yeah?” He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at me. Eyes steady. Lips parted. He moved closer. Nodded. “Why else would I be here,” he smirked. Coach stepped forward, eyes on both of us. Didn’t speak right away. Just looked. Took in the shift between us. His hand cupped my ass. “Greg’s one of mine. My last one. Graduated just before your freshman year. Gonna breed you. Pass the torch. Pass on my DNA.” You could see it in his face. Coach was proud of this one. Didn’t need to say it. The way he watched us said enough. Watched us feel each other like we couldn’t help it. We were both his work. We stood there together. Built right. Built to be seen. Built to be wanted. And we knew it. Guys were watching. Didn’t care they were. We kept touching. Let our hands explore. We were showing off. You could feel the tension rising. Guys were getting worked up. Waited to see what we’d do. “Good,” Coach said, stepping back. “Get to it, boys.” Greg leaned in. His mouth brushed mine. I kissed him back. Let it build. His hand gripped my pecs. Mine stayed on his waist. Both breathing harder now. Bodies close. Cocks getting harder. He tasted like sweat, salt. Mixed with clouds. His bulge pressed into mine. I pulled him tighter. Felt the way he fit against me. His hand moved to my hole. Felt the plug. Greg broke the kiss. Lips parted. Eyes dark, dilated. “How many you take?” he asked, pulling at it. “Got a 4-day load waiting for you.” I didn’t answer. Was a blur. I’d lost count. Just kissed him again. Slower this time. His hand gripped the plug. Pulled it out. I moaned. Kissed him deeper. “Fucker,” he growled, finger sliding in my hole. Not fast. Not soft. “Your hole was made for it.” He didn’t rush. Just let me feel him. I groaned. Begged him to breed me. He stepped back, nodding. Stood there. Showed me what he had to offer. Thighs solid, hips locked, cock stretched the pouch. “I was Coach’s last. Means I’m the one who breeds you next,” he grunted, dropping his jockstrap. “That’s how it works.” He grabbed me. Led me to one of the benches. Set me where he wanted me. On my back. On the edge. Legs spread. Hole ready. He stepped up. Cock hard, leaking toxic precum. There it was. Biohazard tattoo on top of the shaft. Didn’t have to hide it. No need. Was what he was bred for. That’s when Coach stepped in. Grabbed my wrist. Tied it to the stand. I didn’t know what was happening. Didn’t really care. Was gonna get Greg’s load. Coach did the other. Straps were snug, not tight. Just enough to hold me there. Greg stayed close, watched. Breathing slow. His hand slid up my thighs. Fingers circled the edge of my hole. Coach didn’t speak. Just wrapped a strap around my bicep. “Best part comes next,” Greg told me, almost growling. “Coach told me he’d do it tonight.” I figured it would happen at some point. Wasn’t stupid. Been high for days now. Just nodded, “Fucking do it. I want it.” I felt the prick. Held my breath. Saw the barrel fill up with blood. “Here it goes,” Coach grunted, pushing in the slam. It hit me, fast. Chest locked up. Heart kicked up fast, pounded in my chest. Throat went raw, scratchy. Everything got hazy. Thoughts scattered. But it felt good. Way too good. Was fully in it, no second thoughts. It had me. “Oh fuck,” I kept saying. Couldn’t stop myself. Just kept coming out. I tugged at the straps, not trying to get loose. Just needing something to hold onto. Greg rammed into me. Making sure to go deep. “You’re gone,” he laughed, holding his leaking cock. “Completely gone.” “Yeah, fucking give it to me. More,” I begged, not thinking about anything else but the load in his balls. He stepped up. The Tina had me open. Felt his cock at my hole. He grabbed at my pouch. Shoved it in. I lost it. Knew Coach wanted this. Planned it. Greg’s hands moved up my abs. Grabbed my nips. Tugged and pinched. My moans grew louder. He was completely in. Felt his cock press on my prostate. My cock jumped. “Aw fuck!” I whimpered. Then the breeding started. His cock pulled out. Deep growl came out of him. He punched back in. Hard. Fucked me like an animal. Made sure his cock landed solid. Like he wanted me to feel it for days. To never forget it. I bucked forward, breath caught. Cock hit me every time. Made me leak. Soaked my pouch. Coach scooped it up. Put his slimed finger to my lips. “Let him take you there,” Coach grunted, feeding it to me. My eyes rolled back. Tongue out. Accepted where I was going. I’d just be a hole now. Hole for any poz cock Coach chose. I gripped the cock. Greg’s thrusts slowed. Stretched out. “Fucking tight, bro,” he moaned. He kept it up. Pounded me. He was getting close. Started growling. Told him to give it to me. Felt him stiffen and pulse. Shake. “Goddamn fuck. Can’t hold back,” he grunted, spewing his poz load in me. I wrapped my legs around him. Held him tight. Wanted every drop. His was the only the second cock to do it. Knew it wouldn’t be the last tonight. Coach stood there, watched. Cock at attention. The guys went crazy. Greg pulled out. Went to Coach, dropped. Took the scorpion in his mouth. “So I know those of you who don’t have my DNA want to experience my new musclejock. But tonight, this hole’s only for those who have it. No one else until it’s done,” Coach announced, stroking Greg’s face. There, Coach made it public. I was his. Muscle built for his DNA. To take it. Incubate it. And after what just happened, I knew I’d pass it on. Just like Greg. Just like some of the others lining up. There had to be. Again, not stupid. A round of groans and cheers filled the room. Then Coach grabbed Greg. Shoved him down. Started ramming his cock down Greg’s hole. Greg just stayed there. Didn’t have a problem taking it. Been taking it for years. I got jealous. Wanted the load. Begged Coach for it. He just kept it up. Gripped Greg harder. Fucking slowed but grew more intense. I knew what was coming. A poz load. For him. Not me. I begged harder. “Don’t worry, boy,” Coach grunted. “I’ll be fucking that hole of yours. This here’s a reward for this one. He’s been waiting a long time.” Greg just looked at me. Cock greased from my fuck. Eyes steady the whole time. Showed me he still mattered to Coach. Then Coach pulled out. Scorpion showing. Its tail ready to strike. “Fucking did good, boy!” Coach yelled, shoving it back in. “Here it is!” The guys went wild. Hollered. Clapped. Some had already started with each other. They were fucking, sucking. Couldn’t help it. Others begged for a chance with me. “I know, I know,” he laughed, eyes scanning the crowd. “But give it time. When it’s official, he’ll be back, begging for any poz cock. Until then, Greg’s here. Use him. Play amongst yourselves.” Then another guy walked up. Older. Shorts and a tight polo. Not as old as Coach. More like 40s. Coach didn’t wait. Pushed Greg to the side. Went to new guy. They kissed, hard. Coach’s hand gripped the back of his neck, held him there. Rough. It was possession. Coach owned him. Made sure I saw it. Greg watched, jaw tight, eyes low. He knew what it meant. Then he got up. Anger in his eyes. Closed the space between us. “Not done with you yet, fucker. Face up,” Greg growled, refusing to be left out. I did what he said. Slimed cock now at my lips. “Take it.” He gobbed a wad on it. I opened up. Took it in. Started cleaning. Tasted my hole like Coach taught me. Coach ignored him. Didn't want to deal with it. Just kept on kissing. Coach finally broke it. Kept his hand on new guy. “Pete,” Coach said. Just said it like he was stating a fact. “My first. He coaches at a top prep school on the East Coast.” Coach looked at me, letting it land. His pride sat heavy. Letting me know I was part of something bigger. Pete moved between my thighs. Looked at me, eyes steady, mouth still wet. Coach’s hand stayed on his neck, fingers curled. Pete shifted, just enough to show he was ready. Waited for the signal. Coach gave it. “Fucking sloppy hole,” Pete growled, fingering it. Wiped up part of the dripping load. Tasted it. “Shit yeah.” He spread me open. Wanted to see how much I could take. Then gave me a wicked smile, “He wanted me here for a reason. You’ll see why.” Pete unzipped his shorts. Didn’t bother to drop them. His cock was fucking huge! Solid, surrounded by pubes. Wide Jacob’s ladder ran down under the shaft. Tatted. Scorpion holding biohazard in its claws on top. He hadn’t been a boy in a long time. Was one of Coach’s studs now. I lifted my hips, Greg still in my mouth. Coach nodded, slow. Like I’d passed another test. I wanted it. Wanted to feel it shred my hole. Pete rammed into me. Didn’t bother to warn me. Pain made me scream. Loud. Coach watched, eyes sharp, jaw set. He was letting it all happen. But it was still his scene. His rules. “Fucking breed me,” I yelled out between the hurt. Then went back to Greg. Sucked him. Tried to take my mind off the pain. But it didn’t last. The slam had completely taken over. Made my hole ache in a good way. Let Pete know it was good. “FUCK!” Pete grunted, jabbing the ladder in. “Fucking better than any of the others.” Greg heard that. Flinched. Then grabbed my head. Shoved in, hard. It was personal now. I felt it. Piss spewed out, filled my mouth. I could taste it. Salty. Sharp. It lit something in me. Hot. Raw. Fuck it tasted good! Should’ve spit it out but didn’t. Swallowed. I was into it. Greg saw. His face shifted. No more anger. Something else. Like respect. He saw it now. Knew I deserved my spot in all this. He bent down, kissed me. We swapped piss. Then he gave me more. Pete watched. Impressed. Rammed my hole, harder. It dripped. Blood-tinged cum ran out on the concrete floor. Sametime, piss out my mouth. I begged for more. To fuck me harder. Give another load. More of Coach’s DNA. More piss. “Gonna fuck the shit out of ya, boy,” Pete growled, sweat pouring off him. The guys were into it. “Fucking musclejock! Take it! I want that hole!” they shouted. Filled the room with it. Pete kept at it. Rammed his cock in me. Was a fucking jackhammer. This was why he was here. Coach didn’t say a word. Just held himself back. Ready to stop it, if it got out of hand. I let Coach know I didn’t want it to stop. I pushed back. Fucked myself on Pete. Guys came closer. Circled us. Some stroked. Then Pete stiffened. “Shit!” he barked. Repeated it until he shot his load in my wrecked hole. Pete looked down at me, surprised how far he’d gone. That I just took it. No problem. He took a deep breath. Pulled out slowly. “Goddamn,” he panted, looking at Coach. “Not gonna lie. This is the one. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. Get him into the Ivy close by. Have him there on my squad until he’s ready.” Coach only smiled. Pointed to another guy. Told him he was next. After that, I took more. Only thinking about loads. Coach kept me spun. Just enough to keep me going. Not enough to forget what was happening. Said he wanted me to remember it. Every fuck. Every load. At some point, Coach told me I’d had enough. His voice was final. No room to argue. Told him I wanted more. He knew that. That was the point. Coach plugged me. Then reached down, gripped my arm, helped me up. His touch was firm. Steady. I leaned into him, legs still shaky. He didn’t say anything. Just kept walking me to the exit. Like this was part of it. Like I was supposed to be seen. Said we were going home. I needed to rest up. It’d been a long week. Along the way, the guys stood back smiling. Some nodded. Some watched. Like they’d been through it themselves. Coach drove us home, quiet. One hand on the wheel, other resting on my thigh. He led me in, didn’t say much. The place was warm. He took off my jock. First time since I got there, naked. Nothing on. Totally exposed. He could see what shape I was in. Smiled. Took me to shower. Got in with me. Scrubbed me down, carefully. Dried and wrapped me in a towel, then helped me into bed. No pressure to take another load. Sheets were soft. Room still. He pulled the blanket over me, brushed my hair back. Stayed there a moment. Long enough for me to feel it. Then I slept. Felt like forever. I woke up slow. Sheets warm. Muscles sore in a good way. Coach’d been in the kitchen. Been up for hours. He heard me. Came in. Handed me juice. “You need to head out soon,” he said, checking my hole. “Parents’ll be back tomorrow.” I nodded, rubbed my face, tried to wake up. He tossed the jockstrap on the bed. The one I wore the whole time. “Leave the underwear,” he told me. “From now on, it’s jockstraps. You’re a musclejock now.” I looked at it in my hand. Was wet with a fresh load. Coach stood there, arms crossed. Waiting to see what I’d do. I nodded once, slow. It made sense. No more hiding. Just muscle. Don’t know what came over me next. I sniffed it. Licked it. Chewed it. Wanted to taste Coach. “Fucking jockpig,” he growled, "Can’t get enough loads, can ya.” I just grunted. Got up. Put it on. Coach stood back, satisfied. I’d proved I was his now. And looked the part. I got dressed in my street clothes. Coach walked me to the door. No speech. No long look. Handed me a gym bag full of jockstraps. Turned out later some were used. From the school locker room. He knew me. “You know what’s next,” was all he said, hand on my shoulder. I nodded. Stepped out. Sun was down again. Air felt different. Like I’d left something behind and picked up something better. The next days I stood taller. Pecs out. Shoulders set. I wasn’t trying. Just felt right. People noticed. I was a musclejock now. And it showed. It hit a couple of weeks later. My body heavy. Head fogged. Couldn’t keep food down. Could barely stand. I texted Coach. Said he wanted to see me. He showed up. Didn’t even ask. “Just checking in,” he told mom at the door. Mom smiled, stepped aside. “You were always there for him when he needed you. Good to see you back in his life,” she said. “Ben’s up in his room. Second door on the right.” Coach stepped in, nodded. “He’s one of mine,” he told her. Like that explained everything. Mom just smiled. He walked up the stairs, down the hall. Leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. That half-smile already there. I groaned, sat up slow. Felt like I’d been hit by a truck. He stepped in. Shut the door. Pulled the blanket off, sat on the edge of the bed. “Fucker,” he smiled, seeing me in a jock. I’d done what he told me. He played with my hole. “It took. You’ll bounce back. When you do, I’m taking you to make it official. Things’ve changed. You’ve got purpose. You’ve got me in you.” I let that sit. Nodded, wiped my face. My hole was coming back to life. “Shit yeah. Can’t wait, Coach. Must be it.” We sat there. Talked about what happened. Talked more about the time we spent apart. We settled everything. New start. I got tired, so he left. Told me to let him know when I felt better. Coach picked me up early that morning. Nodded. Pointed to the passenger seat. We didn’t talk much on the way. The clinic was quiet. Clean. He checked me in, sat beside me. They ran the test. Told me results would take a day or two. Coach didn’t seem worried. Said he knew the results. It was obvious. Just wanted to make it official like he told me. He dropped me home after. Told me to rest. Said he’d come back when it was time. I waited a day. Checked my phone. Still nothing. Felt anxious. Couldn’t sit still. Next day Coach texted. Results were in. Be ready in ten. Didn’t even think to ask why he got notified and not me. I sat quiet on the way. Hoping it really took. Not some stupid flu. We walked in. Nurse called my name. Coach stood first. Followed him into the room. Nurse handed over the envelope. Coach took it before I could. Told nurse to leave, he’d handle it. Coach opened it slow, read the results. Handed me the paper. I scanned it fast. Exhaled. Didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. I laughed. Couldn’t help it. Felt it in my chest, in my gut. I was poz! Coach watched me, nodding slow. “It’s official,” he grinned, hugging me. “You got my DNA, boy!” I nodded back, still laughing. “I’m a fucking poz musclejock, Coach!” He laughed. Grabbed my ass. Slapped it. “Damn right you are. My place.” The drive took forever. Coach tapped the wheel like he couldn’t wait. I just wanted another load. We finally got inside. He watched me strip to my jockstrap. “Nope,” he barked, surprising me. “This one. Always this one here.” He held the jockstrap out. Crusted, stained, stench reeking from it. The one I got pozzed in. The one I wore home when I left here. Bagged it up when I got home. Added a bunch of loads to it. But couldn’t find it later. Couldn’t ask mom. Figured she’d tossed it, too embarrassed to say anything. Coach told me he saw it in my room when came over. Snuck it out. Told me not to wash it. Ever. Would remind me getting pozzed. I nodded. Dropped the one I had on. Put on the one I would wear here. The smell hit me. Been stewing in the bag. I looked up at Coach. Grinned. “Best fucking smell. Ever.” I moaned, stepping up to him. Now hard. Marking the pouch more. Coach pulled me to him. Slipped a finger in my hole. I was prepped. Did what he told me. Always ready. I stood there, pecs rising, heart thudding, grinning. Told him I missed his cock. Been thinking about it. Been craving it. Not just his load. It fucking me. I tightened up. “Yeah?” Coach growled, “Been awhile, huh?” I nodded. Kissed him. Wanted to show him how grateful I was. For the workouts. For the pozzing. I pulled off his polo. Dropped to my knees, took off his shoes and socks. Unbuckled his belt. Unzipped his pants, pulled them down. He stood there. Naked. Hair everywhere. Pecs, arms, stomach, legs. Black mixed with gray, same as his beard, same as the tight crew cut on his head. His skin was sun-worn, deep tan lines with a few rough patches. And there it was. My first cock. The one that did it. He stepped in closer. Slid his cock across my lips. I took it in. Felt the scorpion sliding over my tongue. Its stinger leaking. Fuck! It tasted even better now. Knew its venom was finally flowing through my veins. Leaking from my cock. Had the proof. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Coach groaned, “Let’s celebrate.” I moaned. Knew exactly what he meant. Coach didn’t look back. Just walked to the bedroom. I followed behind. Saw the pipe on the nightstand, waiting for me. Shit! It’d been a while. “Go on, boy. Your folks know you’ll be here all weekend,” he said, hands sliding over my pecs, flicking my nips. “Said I was gonna get you started on a new program. Ready to compete.” I felt those words land. My voice cracked. “Didn’t think you saw that in me.” He nodded. “Yeah, that was always part of the plan.” Said it like it was obvious. Like I should’ve known. I swallowed hard, pecs tight. Wanted to prove him right. Prove to him I had what it took to compete. His fingers went lower, brushed my abs. Traced down my trail. Then he slipped his hand in my pouch. Held my junk. “Next step. Hair’s gotta go. Gonna get you smooth.” Voice thick now, “Ready to poz.” “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, remembering Greg. Smooth. Slick from sweat. I looked in the mirror. Imagined me shaved. No hair, just clean skin with hard lines. Pecs shaved down, gap cut deep. Glutes, my hole, smooth. Would all hit different. Every flex would show more. Every pump beg for attention. My bush? I trimmed it. Shaved? It’d pop. Guys wouldn’t just stare. Would beg for it! I grabbed the pipe, still buzzed from the news. Coach stood behind me. Cock at my hole. I slid the stem between my lips. Lit the bowl. Drew a cloud, just as his cock went in. “Fuck!” I gasped, letting out the cloud. I pushed back. Wanted him all the way in. We stood there. Cloud wrapped around us. I passed the pipe. He told me to do all I wanted. I smiled. Kept on. Felt it start to work. Coach’s cock throbbed in me. No rush to fuck this time. Didn’t need to. It’d happened. I passed him the pipe. He took a deep hit. Pulled his cock out and pushed back in one time. Then took another hit. Smoked out the bowl. I was ready. He grabbed me. Lifted me. Threw me on the bed. “Fuck. Please.” I begged. “Yeah?” he laughed, cock buried in me. “Still begging for it? Good boy. You’re hooked." He started fucking me. Stretched me open. It’d been a while. He dug in. Hit my spot. On the way in. On the way out. That's when I felt it. My hole throbbed. “DEEPER!” I yelled. Begged. Wanted him to plow into me. “Fuck your poz musclejock!” He kept it up. Felt every inch of his shaft in me. Fucked me harder. Deeper. Sound of our sweaty bodies slapping against each other filled the room. My head fell back, eyes rolled up. Clenched down hard to keep him inside. Coach growled, sped up the fucking. His balls pulled up. He tensed. “FUCKING SHIT!” he yelled, shooting into me. “TAKE IT!” I was too into it to move. Just felt him on top of me. Felt his weight pushing in me. Then he pulled out. I stayed there, breathing heavy, body wired. Still caught in it. Still wanting more. “We’re not done,” he growled, motioning to the bag of Tina. “Got all weekend.” I blinked up at him. Smiling. “And next time you come over,” he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you.” My stomach flipped. Not fear. Not nerves. Just wanting. He didn’t explain. Just packed the pipe.

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

There are all kinds of permutations of relationships, and particularly in our corner of the gay world. The mores, habits, arrangements, lusts all have to be put in their proper order, according to each guy's honestly-felt needs. The only way to achieve this - and thus a loving, satisfying relationship is to honestly talk with each other (meaning sex, or any other facet of life) - and build the relationship on that "rock" of trust. Cheating is a fickle flower - it's fun for a while, and while the bloom fades, there needs to be something concrete to offer a firm footing to the relationship, and it just ain't sex. I think each guy in an "open" relationship gets a lot from the relationship, when it's founded upon the rock of honesty. More, while relationships mature, they also often bend to accommodate new inclusions in that relationship. Sometimes, one of the partners can't handle some new arrangement, and that's a real shame, but in order for the relationship to progress, both men need to be flexible, not frozen in what was good years prior. That applies to a lot of things: mortgages, locations of where to live, and more thrilling sexual agreements. So what's the common denominator? Caring about the other guy enough to keep him apprised of what's happening in one's life - regardless of what that "thing" happens to be. Love is as precious a gift we can enjoy and celebrate in our lives, as I saw/see it, and working to achieve it doesn't mean it becomes cast-in-concrete. Lust is a wonderful human capacity, trumped (and do excuse the usage) only by real love. Point: Just be honest with people you truly care about and love. Fuck all the others (literally).

Last night, and then again this morning. my FB is headed to Mexico for a week. He's Bi and on the DL, so i suspect he and his friends will hook with women while there. We've evolved over five and a half years, this last half year he's become top versatile. Really an interesting journey for me, i love him, so i've been fucking him each time we get together this year, which is about 4x a week lol... and somehow i still feel like i'm a bottom. i think my topping is more of the sub part of me than it is about me having much top in me, but i love the obvious pleasure it gives him, and i don't breed him so there's that. And it always ends with Him breeding me. Something i've noticed is the more he seems to like getting fucked, the more voracious of a Top He becomes when we always finish with Him breeding me. It's almost like He is trying to prove or hang onto something... idk, but i love him and the experience either way. By no means anything close to a traditional relationship... and i doubt he even considers it a relationship, but that doesn't matter to me, we both accept the other as we are and we do have a sweet connection. And, i am very cum filled right now and need to go work on caulking some windows.

originally married to women, my husband and I (over 25 year together) made the transition from Mono to “together 3-ways” to eventually fully open and even have had some poly experiences. We were fully monogamous for 4 years and had tons of sex (in our 20s and early 30s) — we happened into a 3 way and after crying about it — admitted that it was HOT and we’d be open to it again as long as it was “physical only” — we have had and continue to have amazing sex, but we have always worked to put our primary relationship first (time, romance, care and finances) — Today we share a bottom boyfriend (he lives with us), we all 3 fuck or date whoever we want on the side, but generally speaking the only rule is ‘we support each other’s happiness and take care of each other above anyone else'

This is a fiction section, right? This story begins about 10 years ago. I've never been good at picking up girls, or guys for that matter. So, when my recent virtually sexless, long-term relationship ended, I was looking for something simple, easy, and no strings attached. I had never had any sexual encounters with men, at this point, but I had enjoyed some gay/ts porn. it wasn't a completely foreign idea for me, and it was beginning to look like a less complicated and easy way to get laid. So, at this point in time I've been sex-starved for as long as I can remember, and still reeling from breaking up with my ex, so it wasn't long before my curiousity had me signing up on a few online hook-up sites. I was also incredibly worried about running into somone i knew, so I was looking for guys 40 or older to avoid friends or acquaintences around my age. I quickly realized that most people loved 'chatting' about what they wanted to do or what you were interested in, but rarely would anyone follow through to meet. I did understand it was an easy forum to lie about yourselft, but I was very naive about how easy it was to take a poz load without knowing. As with most younger people, I was a bit insecure about myself from a physical standpoint. At 5'6" 150-160lbs, I wasn't a hard body, but I was by no means hideous. i've always looked quite young for my age. Even though I was 25, people rarely thought i was older than 19-20. I had dark hair, blue-eyes and a pretty clean-cut look and style. I guess I gave off an impression of being innocent from my looks and mannerisms, but it wasn't a completely accurate representation, beyond the fact that a 25-year-old has a lot to learn. What began as a novelty, quickly grew. Within a month I had joined three online sites. I really enjoyed looking at the pictures and reading the profiles, but I remained hands-off, otherwise. Slowly, i started to contact profiles I found interesting. I quickly realized people like to talk about meeting and never actually meet - even if interested. I was quite anxious about having my first experience. By this point, I've been fantasizing about it nearly everyday. After a couple months, I finally found somoene interested in meeting. He was tall, a bit gawky looking and had a 7inch average width cock. I was rock-hard and oozing pre-cum as i sucked on his cock - I enjoyed it much more than having my own cock sucked. Beside the fact it was my first gay experience, it was pretty basic. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and i replied that i'd like to feel it without one for my first time. He ate my ass a bit before sliding inside me. He was careful, because he knew it was my first time. I enjoyed it but I did not stay hard as he fucked me. I was too focused on the first cock spreading me open. It felt really good, but i forgot to get myself off. As he got close, i asked him to tell me when he was cumming. I couldn't feel it inside me, but when he pulled out I loved the warm sensation as it seeped out over my balls as i lay prone on my bed. While it was enjoyable, I felt a bit short-changed. My thirst was not quenched, you could say. I was still a bit scared about hooking up with random men, though. Shortly after that first experience, I will admit to flaking out on a hook-up. His cock was really big and i was a bit scared. It's unfortunate, because he's one of those guys i'd love to hook-up with now, but the bridge was burned a long time ago. Shortly after this I began chatting with a nice guy in m4sn. I cannot remember his exact age, but he was 15-20 years older. He had blue eyes, a shaved head and a toned body that requires dedication to a gym. We talked about the normal stuff trying to see if our wants were complimentary. I was a bit in disbelief such a hot guy was interested. I was not out-of-shape, but I wasn't toned either. As i said before, i was a bit naive about online hook-ups. He mentioned my profile said 'anything goes.' I had no idea what some of the terms meant beside their obvious dictionary meaning. I mentioned that I was quite new to all of this and asked if I had misunderstood something. He told me he wasn't 100% sure of the meaning either. we chatted some more about what we would like to do. I said i was only interested in bottoming and that I didn't like kissing, and he was vers but did not mind only topping. he asked if i had ever been tied up, and if i'd mind having my hands bound. I said that sounds like it could be really hot. His profile also mentioned 'anything goes' as a preference. He listed himslef as negative, but for using condoms his respons was 'no preference.' As we chatted, he also said he was disease free. I don't think we ever chatted about condom use. I was too distracted. He was very sexy. We planned a hook-up after chatting for a while. He lived in A^2/Yspsi area, so it was a very short drive for me. I was extremely nervous. My heart was racing the entire drive. My cock was rock hard and I wouldn't be surprised if I had a wet spot on my pants when I entered his apartment building. A quiet, unassuming and niver person opened the door. We awkwardly chatted in his living room, until the conversation lead us to the bedroom. He asked me if I wanted to be tied up, and I siad yes. I quickly shed my clothes and hopped on his bed. He sat down next to me asn asked if i was experienced, and whether I preferred to use condoms. I said that I had very few experiences and that i prefered my partner to use a condom. I joked that my reasoning was because it felt the same for me either way. I obviously told a little white lie. I had only hooked up one time, and i asked him for fuck my bareback. I genuinely wanted it bare my first time, but i was way too scared to make it a regular thing. In my mind, i decided i would use condoms after that initial experience. As he took off his clothes, i noticed he has a large tattoo of something on his upper body. At first, i didn't try to recognize what it was. Soon, i realized it was a very large scorpion tattoo. Although i didn't say anything, I thought briefly thought about what it could possibly mean - quickly shrugging off the obvious as paranoia. During this short conversation, he pulled out some rope and lube. I got into position on my back with my arms bound by rope to each bedpost. He positioned himself between my legs pressing his hard cock between us. i could feel it's warmth as i lay acrose my once-used little hole. He slid it slowly up and down between my crack sometimes pressing it against me with more force - it felt amazing. This went on for a while. I was looking up at him with my arms tied, enjoying everything he was doing. He then grabbed some lube and put some on a finger or two and started working them into me. I was very inexperienced and even one finger made me hurt a bit. I still hadn't completely relaxed when he started to push his unlubed cock into my little hole. it hurt quite a bit, and he didn't even get inside me. I told him that he needed lube. I was a little scared, since i was tied up at this time. He grabbed some lube and put a liberal amount on his cock - probably too much, but good for a beginner. I didn't even think to ask him to put a condom on, even though we had just talked about it. At some point while he was fucking me I asked him not to cum inside me. He push my legs back as far as they could stretch and slowly pressed his thick cock into me. It wasn't huge, but it was a nice thickness and length. It was a perfect cock. i loved the shape. the head was a bit larger, and it was really hard. I definitely like the harder ones more than the big spongy ones. It hurt quite a bit. I thought it was be easier the 2nd time, but i guess he was alot thicker than the first person i hooked up with. He slowly slid the full-lenght of his cock in and out of my aching asshole. i was starting to get worried that this was going to be all pain. We were staring into each others eyes most of the time and i was getting a much better look at his tattoo as he hovered over me. I started to finally relax after a minute or two of slowly taking his the full length of his cock. He must have noticed a different look on my face, as i started to enjoy it. He quickened his pace a bit, and i started to really enjoy it. The countour of his rock hard cock felt amazing. Then he slowly leaned down toward me and we started kissing. I wasn't sure i'd like it, but it was nice. He asked why i kissed him if i didn't like kissing. i said that it felt good while being fucked well. He continued to fuck me; playing with my cock. Keeping me hard was not difficult. After a while he force my legs further back and in the air and started pounding me. I had never been fucked like this before, and i was really enjoying it. He was ramming his thick cock into me as hard as he could and looking into my eyes. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Soon he let my legs down and re-lubed my cock and played with it as he fucked with good pace from his new position. My body was so overstimulated, i wasn't going to last long with him playing with my cock. I was pulling with quite a bit of force on my bidnings. I felt my orgasm rising as I tried to prolong the build up as long as I could. Soon I started cumming. It was so strong and lasted for so long, that at the peak i started to see bright lights in my vision. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like a minure or more of my cock convulsing and cumming. He kept stroking me as i came. i couldn't stop the overstimulation. I thought I was going to pass out. I can only assume he knew i came - it had to be obvious. There were rope marks etched into my skin from how hard i was pulling on my bindings. Not long after i came, he told me he was ready. I asked him to pull out and cum on me. Unless he had cum previously, i'm fairly sure he did as i asked. I felt his warm streams of cum lace all the way up my chest. I still remember him looking down and saying something like, "Well, looks like we need to clean you up." I used his shower and coudln't believe how loose and open my hole was. It was incredibly hot to the touch and felt like it couldn't be my body. We chatted again not long after this meeting and scheduled another 'playdate.' However, when i showed up for our 2nd meeting, he was not home. in hindsight, i think he felt guilty aobut not telling me his status. i didn't understand. we had a great time, and we both were interested in meeting again. I drove home a bit disappointed. I caught up with him online and he said he was sorry and that he'd like to meet, if i was stil linterested. After probably the best orgasm i will ever experience, i was willing to look over some minor problem, LoL! We arranged to meet again, and this time he was home. As we got to the room, i mentioned the fact that i didn't get to suck on his cock last time. He thought that was amusing. we both got onthe bed and started to suck on each others cocks. I really liked the taste of the pre-cum oozing from his beautiful-looking cock. Being inexpereinced, i couldn't deep-throat him, while he could swallow my entire length in his warm mouth. His above-average length made it difficult. After a bit, he moved me into position to be tied up, like last time. He had upgraded his 'rope.' These new binding were something from a sex shop and not a harware store this time. it was much softer. He was a little less concerned stretching me out as he worked his cock into me a little quicker this time. again, i was a bit worried about it feeling being painful. I think he was really getting off on breaking me in, because as he quickened the pace he stopped and was a bit worried about cumming too soon. I'm still not sure if he came in me while fucking me either time. Like the previous time he got me off while pounding my tight little ass. it felt so amazing again, although not as powerful the first time. He kept pounding away at me as i stared into his eyes and at his tattoo - still not knowing what it meant. He had a look on his face that reminded me of someone who has done something wrong, but hasn't been found out yet. I don't know if he asked me where he should cum or if i asked him to cum inside me - either way, i probably would have, if i didn't. I could tell he was getting close and i tried to squeeze his cock with the rhythm of his forceful fucking.... Soon he was pressing deep inside me as he came. I loved it. A while after that, we hadn't chat or hooked up. i did receive an email from him. I had come home fromt he bar in an inebriated state and was a bit surprised by the content of the email. he said that he was poz and had never done anything like this before etc etc... i deleted the email and it became a lost drunken memory. I also lost he password to that account and it's associated online profiles on the hook-up sites. I still didn't learn about biohazard tats and the like for many years. Something clicked a while back and realized i was likely stealthed 10 years ago. I have no idea if the current drugs that are so effective were available in 2005, let alone if he was on them. a few years ago when i realized all of this, i was very anxious about it, but i have never been tested. now, i don't even think about it. Before i had sex with men, i never use condoms with girls either, so I guess i am not surprised i like raw cock. If this fictional story sounds familiar and you lived in fictional ann arbor/ypsilanti in 2005 - look me up, fictionally.

Set up an early load this morning, one of my tops texted me at 530 this morning that he needed reluef and when I woke up to text him back. I woke up about seven this morning and I automatically check my private chat to find that request. I wrote back to him ‘Don’t you work this morning’. He said he partied too hard last night and asked me how soon I could be there. I told him I just woke up and I needed to shower and he told me not to bother, ‘Just get here asap’ he’s about 20 minutes away. I threw on my shorts and a T-shirt and headed out the door. When I got there the front door was unlocked which is typical when he expects me. I made my way up the stairs to his bedroom and found him lying on the bed with a few pipes laying around. Next to him on the bed was younger guy sound asleep, obviously too stoned to awake. Cum was dripping from his hole and he looked well used. He told me to get up on his workout bench and assume the position. He took a big hit off of his glass pipe as the smell filled the air. He has a nice thick 7 inch cock that always makes me moan. The guy on the bed woke up a little bit and looked at me very blurry eyed as I could tell. My top mounted him and basically ignored me as he entered him and started to pump. The younger guy probably in his 20s moaned as he pumped his hot little hole. at this point on Jupin for my little cock as I’m watching them fuck him and wondering why he invited me over as he finished off with a huge load of cum in the guys ass. He climbed off him and walked over to me taking another hit feom the pipe and following up with poppers. He got hard again within a minute and I knew he was getting ready to fuck me with that dirty cock dripping with cum and obviously other fluids on it lol. He got up behind me and pressed his cock against my hole. I asked him for some lube as he usually puts it in my ass, or gives it to me to finger into my ass. ‘Not today’ he said popping it into my hole. It was already well lubed from fucking the other guy all night. He went in balls deep and reached around and put the popper bottle in front of my nose. Of course I booked backwards and started riding. The cock like a dog in heat, unloading a hot thick load inside of me. He finished off telling me how tired he was and that it’s been a long night. He laid down in bed as started getting dressed dripping from my hole. He looked at me and with a stern voice told me not to get dressed and to get into bed with him and his friend. i’m going to post a part two of this because I feel like it’s already too long. I’ll do it tomorrow.

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

(Continue) Catching a breath, they returned, each hard body glistening in the light. My uncle now sat on the sofa, legs spread with his dark tan meat, dripping precum, beckoning my lips. I knelt and stretched wide my mouth to receive the gilded shaft and as I did I felt the blonde stud begin to enter my loosened hole for the spit roasting. The hung young tan stud worked its way into my hole and then began to work my open chute. As he began it was clear he had experience beyond his years. His wrestling taught him how to wrestle pigs and make them squeal. As he skillfully worked my hole he reached out to my uncle for a high-five. Feverously pounding my ass he heaved a grunt and filled my hole with his hot young jock seed. As he did, he continued to breed me deep. It was time for him to return to the front. He pulled out and moved to the soft. I began to clean him off and as I did, my uncle return to piston my ass and work the gobs of cum with his monster cock deeper into my worn hole. I could hear the sound of air popping as his cock enter and exited my ass. The longer and more intense the fuck, to sorer my ass became. Finally, he thrust forward and unleashed a geyser of hot jizz deep up my hole. I exhaled and as I did the cum began to drip out my ass and onto the carpet. My uncle shoved his cock back in my hole and as he did he leaned over and tonged the blonde stud whose cock was still in my mouth. After a moment, the young studs dick erupted, this time filling my mouth. Both holes were full as we all we spinning.

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

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

(Continued) One day at work the stud blonde invited me and a few servers at the restaurant to a wedding reception after work that night. We closed up and then followed him in his pickup to the hall where the reception was in full swing. Walking in we were surrounded by a host of young men and women drinking and flirting. Across the room I spotted this 5’ 9” 160 lb buff blonde young stud talking in a group. The cook from work walked over and started talking with the stud and the others in the group. I excused myself from my group and then began to mingle with others while I kept one eye on the new stud. As the party broke up we all headed out to our cars and as I made my way I noticed the cook saying goodbye to the hot stud and then getting into his pickup. I noticed the new jock getting into a black Mustang. As we pulled out of the parking lot the Mustang turned at the stop light and began to proceed in the same direction that I was heading. I followed at a distance and was surprised to find that he was heading towards the area of town where I lived. He turned right off the arterial and began to head down a street very familiar to me. Not wanting to be noticed I continued on my path for a few more blocks. I turned right and began to head towards my house. Passing my uncle’s house, I was shocked to see what appeared to be the same Mustang now in his driveway. I parked my car on the street and quietly made my way up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the house. Peering in the window, unknown to them, I saw my uncle sitting cross-legged on the floor knee to knee with the blonde young stud. The young jock was in only his boxers, his smooth muscled body glimmering in the light. My uncle, wearing only his jeans, was facing him. His chiseled, developed tanned body was a perfect contrast to that of the up and coming stud. I covertly watched in awe and as I did, I quickly became hard and felt like I was beginning to ooze pre-cum. Taking control of the situation, I moved to the door and rang the bell. Unaware of who was at the door at that time of night, my uncle answered the door in only his jeans. The surprise on his face when he opened the door was palpable. There he was, no shirt, no shoes, only his jeans. He invited me in and as I stepped through the door the smirk on the blonde stud’s face began to grow wide. He, like the cook, was a hormone oozing sex. I followed my uncle into the kitchen and we quickly sat at the table. He offered me a shot of whiskey, which I gladly accepting. I needed to dull my inhibitions. I had a shot and then he had a shot. I quickly asked for another. As I glanced towards the front room, there standing in the breach was the blonde, no shirt or shoes, only the wrestler body in his boxers. What had been teased sitting on the floor was now a full on reality. My uncle motioned for him to enter the kitchen, inviting him in for a shot of whiskey. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed the shot glass and quickly downed the drink.

Chapter II. I couldn’t stop thinking about these POZ guys from my past. The more I thought about how the virus had changed each of them, the more I wanted to play together with them all again. I couldn’t help but feeling sort of sorry for Karl, the one guy who had not moved to NYC and was likely to live out his years free from allowing himself to be a cumwhore. I hadn’t been getting a lot of dick lately, and thinking about those hot POZ guys got me horny. One night, after reading some sexy stories and cruising hook-up sites online, I decided I’d be a bit naughty and check out the scene at a DVD store in midtown. I’d read stories online about video arcades and gloryholes, but I’d never actually been to one. I sort of knew what to expect. I paid a really cute skinny guy in a booth a few bucks and headed down a dark hallway lined with doors. I could hear moans of men fucking on the videos, and moans of men fucking in the booths. I found an empty booth and went in, dropped a few coins into a slot, and flicked through a few channels until I found a video of a guy in a sling surrounded by bearish tops getting ready to fuck him. I unbuttoned my pants and started jerking. After a minute or two, I heard the door to the booth next to mine open. I heard coins plinking, and a movie clicking on. Only seconds later, I saw a beautiful white uncut cock slide through a hole in the wall. Must have been seven inches long, going back to a tuft of chestnut brown pubes and a huge ballsack. I instinctively knelt down and started tonguing that cock. I loved blowing a total stranger. It made my dick drip to think about swallowing this guy’s load, or maybe even letting him fuck me bareback. I swallowed him to the balls and kept my mouth there, allowing him to fuck my throat through the wall. As he pounded into my mouth, I could feel my throat producing lots of spit and he was drooling precum, as his foreskin worked back and forth . I loved not knowing his status as I gulped down his juices. My stranger picked up his pace and then suddenly pulled out of the hole. I heard him bend down and whisper through the hole, “Show me your ass, faggot!” I followed directions and stood up and spun around as fast as I could. I pressed my ass against the cold sticky booth wall, where countless other whores had done the same thing. I shivered thinking about the STDs that had probably been contracted through the wall. I felt a beardy chin scrape against my ass and a warm, wet tongue glide over my ass. This guy chomped down on my ass, chewing and gnawing at my ass, before I felt his fingers start to play with me. His wet digits went into my ass very smoothly and I could feel myself loosening up for him. He withdrew his fingers and I felt an emptiness that was replaced right away by and damp cock. He slapped against my hole a few times and sank the head of his dick into me. I didn’t check, but I am sure he was fucking me bare. I felt like such a slut! My stranger slammed into me a few times, but never deeply. I guess the wall was preventing him from entering me as deeply as he would have liked because he pulled all the way out. “Open your door man, I’m gonna fuck you good!” I scurried over to the door to allow him to enter. I unlocked it, and saw a flash of skin come back through the gloryhole. I was confused until I realized this dick was cut, and shiny from being in someone else’s hole. While distracted, my top stranger entered and relocked the door as he forced my face down to suck this new strange cock. I swallowed the new dick, savoring the taste of some whore’s ass juices on a bare dick. He must have been topping someone bare but hadn’t finished. He was much thicker than the first dick, and I had to stretch my jaw to swallow him down without my teeth gnawing into him. My top thrust into me, causing me to gag on the cut dick in the gloryhole. He must have liked that because he did it again a few times. With no wall between us, he was able to get really deep inside me. I reached down to jerk my dick, and play with his balls. I felt his cock entering me and confirmed that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Even though we were in the same room, and I was giving myself to him raw, I hadn’t seen his face, and he hadn’t seen mine. I didn’t know his name and hadn’t even seen his face. I only knew I wanted and needed his dick. My fucker plowed me for no more than four or five minutes, holding my head down on a strange cock, until he quickened his pace and he trusts became erratic. I knew he about to cum in me. I reached back to hold my cheeks apart for him as he slammed into my ass and began shooting his load. He grunted and moaned as he bred me. That sound got the other guy off and he started cumming hard in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but he came so much it was dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. I pulled off, but he kept cumming, shooting cum right into my eye. I closed my eyes hard, trying to keep them from stinging and was disoriented as my top stood me up to mash his bearded face into mine. He licked the cum out of my eye and off of my chin. When he had tongued the cum from my eyes, I opened them to see a familiar face. It took me a second before I realized it was Karl, the guy from the five-way orgy who was now married and living in the Midwest somewhere! Karl recognized me right as I recognized him and staggered a bit. I felt his load trickling out of my ass as he stood there and chuckled. He shook his head, eventually smiling. “I knew I’d run into someone I knew in a place like this…” I smiled and told him it was my first time. I’m not sure he believed me. “You wanna go grab a cup of coffee and catch up, or you wanna stay here and take some more loads?” I was going to agree to a coffee when he smiled and pointed back at the gloryhole. A new olive-skinned uncut dick had appeared. “Up for sharing this one?” he asked. I smiled and knelt down to gobble it up. Within a few seconds, we were alternating blowing and licking as we kissed across this guy’s thick juicy cock. Karl managed to swallow the whole length better than I was, so I figured out he hadn’t given up cocksucking forever when he got married. He was even fingering his hole as he deepthroated! When the olive dick was good and wet, Karl stood up and backed right onto it. This guy had enough length that he didn’t have a problem getting deep enough to enjoy himself through the wall. Karl rode that dick until he had had his fill and pulled off. He guided that slimy cock into my bare hole and I backed onto it. It went in easy, with all of Karl’s load already lubing me up. I felt almost ripped open as he pounded away. It hurt like hell, but felt so good. “Let me have his load, man! I don’t get many loads where I’m from!” I obliged and pulled off. Karl sank back down on that dick and groaned. We kissed hard as the guy through the wall pounded away. He was shaking the whole partition as he got closer to cumming. “Give it to me! Fucking give me that seed!” The man wasn’t holding back and shouted back, “If you want my dirty seed, you’re gonna get it!!!” Karl froze as he heard those words, realizing that the dick in his hole was probably POZ. But it was too late to do anything about it, and the guy fucked his load into his ass. I made out with him hard as the guy finished off and Karl stood up slowly. My fingers found their way to Karl’s stretched out hole and felt the POZ top’s load already starting to ooze out. I flipped Karl around and dove into his hole, working that toxic seed in and out of his ass. When I had a mouthful of cum, I stood Karl up and fed it to him. The door must have been left unlocked, because I heard it creak open. Standing in the doorway was Pete, Karl’s ex-boyfriend, nude, with a towel draped over his shoulder. He was jerking his monster cock smiling at us. “Hey there strangers. Want to stay here and fuck around, or take this party back to my place?” Karl and I were all over him. Karl kissed him as I knelt down and took his POZ dick in my mouth. I was ready to let Pete breed both of us, but he pulled me off of his dick. “I have a better idea. Let’s see if we can recreate some magic that happened a decade ago… Let’s go back to my place and see if I can invite some friends over…” Without hesitation, we got dressed and headed back to Pete’s place. To be continued.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

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"mmm fuck me daddy yeah," I encouraged. The cock inside me felt a thousand miles wide and a million miles long. "fill my hole with your cum." He pumped faster, pressing his infinite weight on my back. Suddenly he gushed cum, which ran down both my legs in rivulets as he emptied an impossibly big load inside me. "unh unh unh," I woke to hear myself saying as I jerked myself awake. My underwear was down and my 6.5" cock spurted. The first shot drenching the sheet and the rest made a huge mess on my stomach. I froze except for my still twitching cock. My wife didn't stir. I cleaned up as much of the mess as I could with my t-shirt and washed the sheets the next day. She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. **** The dreams had become increasingly frequent. Varied in their particulars but alarming in their consistency. Always me getting fucked and cummed in, often by a bunch of guys, always in some sleazy situation. After the incident I started jerking off regularly. The dreams became less intense but my fantasies became more realistic. I couldn't understand, really. We'd been married for 13 years and I'd never questioned my sexuality. But we hadn't been getting along and our sex life fell off. I had to acknowledge that my urge to get fucked in the ass had become profound. I put on a gay porn video on pornhub and felt practically dizzy with lust as I watched a twink get fucked bareback against a pool table. How was I so sure I wanted to be the "bottom"? **** I was out of town for work. Had just finished after an all nighter called my wife to commiserate and let her know that I could head home early. We got into a fight immediately. She was not being cool and I was exhausted and crabby. We never even got to the point. I decided I'd take my scheduled flight home and have a night to myself in a first rate city. It didn't take long for me to decide to figure out once and for all of I was gay. I napped until about 6 and decided to have a novel experience. I got a trimmer and buzzed my pubes. I got a bunch of water based lube, a bunch of condoms, a bottle of rum, a bottle of coke zero, etc. I got back to the hotel and got ready to receive anal lol. I took some pictures with the help of the bathroom mirror and posted looking for sex. I drank some rum and coke and watched porn. Guys started replying to my ad and I was texting with a few. I found a guy who seemed cool--mid 40s, neg, black, bi--and have him my room info. I got naked and put on the hotel's fuzzy robe He showed up after about 25 mins. It turned out the front desk had to call me when he arrived but it wasn't a big deal. I pressed lube into my ass and nervously waited for the knock. It came after a couple of minutes and I let him inside. I got on my knees and took his pants down. He was thick, 7" and shaved. I sucked him badly for a minute and he told me to get up. We headed to the bed and he disrobed. "So you're really married?" "Yeah, thirteen ye--," I was cut off by his cock in my face. I sucked him again. He put his balls in my mouth and told me he'd turn me out. He pushed me back on the bed and rubbed his cock with lube. He slid in and fucked me immediately. "Just relax. That's all you need to do." At first I panicked and clenched up and it hurt. But he ignored my protests and kept pumping. Somehow I began to relax in my helplessness. Eventually the feeling was incredible. My cock dripped precum as he bottomed out in me. I held my own legs apart as he used my hole. Suddenly I realized he was cumming. He kept fucking at speed as he ejaculated. After a few seconds he slowed down and my sphincter squeezed the last drop out of him. He got dressed and said I had a nice ass. Was I really married? "Well I don't think she's right for you man," he said after I assured him I was. **** I was ecstatic. I needed more. I told everyone I had a load in me. It filtered out a few guys but left me with 2 who were very interested. I get empowered as I told them I was a cumslut looking for the second load of my life/tonight. I invited them both (they knew about one another) and propped the door open with the dead bolt. After 25 minutes I got a call from the front desk. I told her to send him up and said I'd have another visitor arriving soon and that he could come right up. "Of course, sir. What's his name?" "Uhh.. I'm not sure. He's a delivery guy." "Of course sir," she replied impassively. The first guy slipped in the room. He was a big, heavily tattooed guy. Maybe mid 50s. I was in my robe with a hard cock. I offered him a drink and we made small talk. I opened his belt and pulled down his pants. I sat on the bed and took his hardening penis into my mouth and sucked his fat dick as well as I could as he said before me. After a couple minutes I pulled my mouth off and turned around to offer my ass. He took off his shoes, jeans and shirt and climbed into the bed. He grabbed a couple pillows and had me kneel against them. He rubbed a big glob of lube on his prick and then entered my cummy hole. He slapped my ass and fucked me like slut A slice of bright light illuminated the slutty scene as the other guy came in. He closed the door all the way and pulled his dick out as the top in me pulled my head back by my hair. "Jerk off while I fuck you," he demanded. "Shoot your load while I breed your slutty asshole." My cumshot pooled on the bedspread until I collapsed in it, as the assfucking continued unabated. Finally he finished, filling me with a massive nut and jerking his cockhead against my now-sore, cum-covered asshole. He withdrew but my other new friend announced he was going to cum and entered my tender ass, immediately ejaculating inside me. I barely got a look at him, to be honest, but he was Hispanic, on the younger side and had an unremarkable cock. The guys left and I caught my breath after a few minutes. I was beaming, loving the feeling of semen and lube running out of me and down my balls. Every few seconds another drop hit the bed. Just then I got a text from my wife apologizing for earlier. I left her on read as I spread my ass in the mirror. Fulfilling a request from another new friend.

Wish I had done this early in life like this guy.

Wow unreal

Kirk and TPUSA was an organization based on conservative values as a response to the liberal culture on college campuses. He actually invited dialogue between people, generally in the form of debate. In any of the hundreds of video clips that are posted, he may have been vigorous in his debate performance, but I never saw him as being hateful, racist, or rude to people in those interactions. But he would argue the logical points behind some of the more outlandish positions. He was a very effective communicator and solid debater. I agree that without the toxic system that is out there now, there might not be the cult of personality around Kirk. Did he deserve to be killed for his views? No one deserves to be killed for civil discourse. Being more right-wing, I have seen some pretty wacky people on the opposing team. I enjoy hearing other points of view, because by challenging my own views it validates those views or disproves them based on logical arguments.

I think all fathers have felt some sexual interaction with their sons while have a bath with them or when they have had a few drinks and the wife isn't putting out and they just want their cock sucked. All boys at one time or another have wanted or tried to explore with their father if it's camping or a bad dream and dads cuddling their sons and having sexually excited. We have all been there when we were young and curious and most fathers after years of marriage are tempted when something new is offered. My mother died when I was young so dad needed some release like all dads do especially after a few drinks, though my dad helped me explore a lot as did my uncle as it was more like a family tradition or rite of passage. I think I would have regretted it more if I didn't have the opportunity to have that special bond with dad and would encourage all fathers to do the same but perhaps a bit slower than mine.

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.

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Can we suffice to say that the killer isn't "one of us" either?

My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. I knew he and his friends were going to party tonight and I usually tagged along, that was how I'd earned the nickname, Tag. So when Tom had told me I couldn't come tonight I took matters into my own hands and FaceTimed Griff, his best friend, and asked him to take me. He'd grinned a devilish grin before saying "Sure kid, I'll pick you up too. Don't tell him though, it'll be our little secret." Griff and Tom had been best friends their whole live's and I'd always been the kid brother. Things were different now though and it made be feel anxious. They were college sophomores, going to school in the city and I was still trapped in our no name town as the clocks at school ticked down my senior year. I wanted to join them in the city next year. Before they'd always let me tag along, drink beer with them and their jock bros but something shifted this year. Now, they came home less and less. When they did they kept to themselves and it was like there was a wall I couldn't get through. It was more then parties too even when Tom was home it was like his mind was elsewhere. I'd confronted Tom about it. He told me it was for my own good that I stay away from them. But now it was Christmas break and they were home, I thought maybe it would go back to normal but it didn't. The holiday was uneventful and now on December 26th they were bailing on our town and driving into the city for a party. A party I wouldn't have known about if i hadn't overhead Tom on the phone. When he got off the call I begged him to take me. "No, Tag." he said firmly. "Why? Why don't you want me around you anymore?" "I'm doing this for your own good. There must be some high school parties for you around her, go to those. Go to the movies, fuck a chick. I don't care what you do- but you aren't coming with us." Tom wanted to leave me behind again? Not a chance. The thought of being left behind was unacceptable. That's why I reached out to Griff, I had to join them. I'd had beers and pot with them before, I could handle tonight too. Whatever they were up to. Couldn't I? I was nervous waiting for Griff a block away from my house. He was going to pick me up first, hide me in the trunk of his CR-V before then going and picking up Tom for the drive into the city. The drive into the city was uneventful. Anytime Tom went to say something about the party Griff changed the conversation, almost as if he didn't want me to know what I was in for. I kept quiet in the back and Tom was oblivious to my presence. When we got there the doors opened and they got out. The doors slammed and they were gone. I was to wait until Griff came to get me. I did, slowly removing the blanket from on top of me and looking around. The street we were on looked a little sketchy, we were definitely in the city. Twenty minutes went by. Where the fuck was he? Finally the trunk door popped open and Griff led me in to an unmarked building on a city street. "This isn't like the other parties, Tag. Those were high school parties. Just remember you asked to come. I think you'll like it though. Tom didn't want this for you but I know better. I know you're one of us, you always have been." Griff explained to me as he slung an arm around my shoulder. What was he talking about? Whatever it was it made me feel good to hear him include me. We had walked up five flights. Now a door was in front of us, one of the steel doors on a track, Griff slid it open and my whole life changed... *End of Part 1... (this will be a series, a slow burn but worth the wait)

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

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

It was a typical Friday night. Of course all I could think about was how horny I was and how badly I wanted to have my ass filled. I was online cruising around BBRT checking things out. There was this guy that I had chatted with before online. We had tried to connect a few times before, but it just hadn't worked out. I figured I would give it a try tonight and see if he was free. I hit him up and we chatted for a bit. Next thing I knew I was on my way to his palce. I was happy to finally meet him as we had many conversations about what we would do if we ever met. I arrived at his house and was ready to ring the bell when I saw a note. "Door unlocked. Come in, remove your clothes and put on the items on the bench." My heart raced a bit with anticipation as I opened the door and went in to the entry way. The area was dimly lit, but there was the bench with a box on it. I undressed and proceeded to open the box. Inside I found a leather jock strap, a ball gag and a hood. I put on the items and sat down on the bench and waitied for what seemed to be an eternity. Soon enough I could feel a presence in the room. I hear a low voice say "are you ready boy?" I nodded my head in acceptance as I could speak. I felt his hand touch my shoulder and I rose. He led me down a hardwood floor for a bit and then down some stairs slowly as not trip and fall. When we finished decending the stairs we stopped for a minute. I was trying to pay close attention to the sounds as I had no idea where I was. I thought I could hear a door opening, shortly after I felt his large hand again as he led me further forward. We then again stopped. I felt him work his way behind me as felt cold metal on my left wrist and a clenching. I assumed it was a pair of handcuffs after I felt the cold metal hit my right wrist. At this point I knew that I was in for something. He pushed me forward again from behind until I felt something hit me on the front of my body, just above my cock. He pushed my head down until I was laying flat on my stomach with my head against a platform. He slid me forward on the platform and set my legs up until I was in a legs bent position. I put it all together and realized that I was on a fisting bench. I then proceeded to feel him put some cold lube on my ass and insert a finger, then two. He held them inside for a minute and then asked "are you ready to go to the next level and experience things you never thought possible" I thought about his question briefly and the shook my head in acceptance. He removed his fingers. I could hear him doing somehting behind me, but was unable to make out what was going on. Next thing I knew there was pressure again at my hole. I felt something begin to insert into my hole, slighily larger than his two large fingers. Then I felt my ass fill with what I thought was an amount of water, but there was a slight burning sensation to it. He removed the device from my hole and then slipped in something else. I could tell immediately it was a butt plug. In no time I was starting to feel hot and my heart was racing. I felt his hand again at my head as he pulled me into an upright position. He removed the hood and for the first time I could see him. Of course at this point I was becoming extremely horny and all I wanted was to be fucked. I took in my surrounds as best I could. I noticed a sling next to the bench I was on. He proceeded to ask me how I was feeling. Of course I was not able to speak since there was a gag in my mouth still, but he could tell what I wanted. He said he knew that I wanted to get fucked because he just gave me a huge booty bump. He proceeded to remove the handcuffs and as he did so he told me I was going to get fucked more then I ever had before. I shook my head in acceptance again. He led me over to the sling and helped me in and put my hands and feet in to the restaints attached to the chains. There was a mirror attached to the top of the sling and I could see my self laid out like a pig waiting for wahtever he wanted to give to me. He reached to my ass and removed the plug. Once it was gone all I could think about was that I felt empty and I wanted more inside me. As I watched in the mirror I could see him remove his jock strap to reveal his huge cock. It must have been 10" and as thick as a beer can. I thought to myself there is no way I can take this, but all I could think was that I wanted it. He came to my arm and tied something around it I could see the syringe out of the corner of my eye. I watched as he slid it into my vein and emptied it into me. I felkt an instant rush and tried to cough with some avail due to the gag in my mouth. He proceeded to fill the syringe again and empty it into his arm. He then doused a healthy handfull of lube on his cock and lines it up with my quivering hole. He looked in my eyes and I said as best I could with the gag in my mouth "fuck me Sir!" Instantly he slid that huge beer can cock in to my ass and he went all the way, balls deep. I couldn't believe that I just took that huge cock, but all I could think about was how good it felt inside me. He began to fuck me slowly at first and then he ramped up the speed. Eventually he was pushing back on the sling so that his huge cock slid all the way out of my ass and then back in balls deep. I couldn't get enough! It felt so fucking amazing! Finally after an hour of fucking he started to twitch and I knew that he was going to give me his load. He groaned loudly and pushed himself deep insdie me. I could feel his warm juice loading inside me. He pulled his huge cock out of my ass and come around to my head. He removed the gag from my mouth and then stood on a pedistal at the head of the sling. He then procedded to piss in my mouth. He said "Be a good boy and drink all of Daddies chem piss!" I did as I was told. I was so high at this point and all I wanted was for my ass to be filled again. He went back around to my ass and began to put crisco in his hands. He slapped a generous amount on my ass and worked it in to my open hole. He then began to work his fist in to my hole. It was amazing how easily he got the large paw inside of me. Once again I couldn't get enough. I could see his cock was still rock hard. He asked me if I wanted another load. I replied with a yes. With his fist still inside me he worked his huge cock in next to it. I could feel my hole stretching as he wokred in to me. It felt amazing. He said " I am going to jerk off my dick iside you." I could feel as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to work them insdie me. I had never felt anyhitng like this before and it sent me to the moon. I laid my head back in pure enjoyment. This went on for close to ten minutes before he released another load in to me. He pulled out his hand and slipped a large plug in to my ass. He then said sleep well and I will see you in the morning.............

My chem bud took me to meet his friend who had a fully equipped sling room in the upstairs attic of his house. He also “supplied” crystal as a source of income in retirement. He looked to be in his 60s with a very hot beefy body boyfriend, dark, furry, cute and high. I climbed in the sling and said “tie me so I can’t escape, slam my fat hungry vein and when the rush hits me fuck my ass open..then fist me.” I was tied arms up to the chains, legs in the stirrups. They pulled my left arm down, the bf held it tight while the older guy eased a point into my bulging vein. The rush hit me almost immediately with an intense rush that spun the fuck out of me as they began taking turns on my ass that felt burning hot. Then they started working it with a large purple headed dildo. I was fling and didn’t feel a thing. Next, the bf started with a medium bare hand soaked in cold gelled lube. “Push against my hand like you’re taking a big shit”…I felt a full sensation in my gut as he twisted and worked his hand into my gut. “I’m in” and I could feel the fist turning and his arm expanding my asslips. It was the most intimate and sexual thing I’ve ever done with another man. I could even feel him push against my prostate and shrunken penis. A small amount of piss was leaking out and an intense feeling of orgasm. He withdrew his fist, stood up shoved his dick in me and warm pissed through the gape.

The only venereal diseases that I know I have at this present time are chronic hcv hep-c and chronic yeast.

@gingerdaddyG If it ain't sleazy, it will never go in easy. 😉 @nymidtowneast Thanks. I'm glad you are really enjoying the updates. @KinkyTallBottom I try. It just takes practice, patience, and a willingness to just put it out there. Which works for a lot of other things 😉 @pozpopperpig I try. Always open to hearing what people want to see next though. @Medwaym It really wouldn't be one of my stories without it. 😛 @curiousaboutbb Thanks! @Bayareabbcub It will get quite perverted... I hope you enjoy where I take it. 🙂 Sorry about the delay everyone. Was in the hospital last week for a medical scare. Nothing too serious, just a job hazard with my day job and getting sick/exposed to some fun germs. Feeling better now and back to work, and finally feeling up to popping out another chapter. Tried to make this one a little longer since it was delayed. I hope you all enjoy, and as always, please feel free to comment and make suggestions. Never know what might make it into a story. 😉 ---------- Lesson 6- Fluid Dynamics: An Introduction Throughout the week, I kept to the schedule. Waking up, waiting for everyone to leave, having a cigar in the backyard or woods along with a wank while smoking. After lunch, having a second cigar, shooting a second load. And at night, after everyone went to bed, walking in the park, looking for action while finishing up my third cigar of the day. Sadly, nothing had happened like that first night, other than one night hiding behind a tree and jerking myself off after catching a random couple blowing each other in the woods. Each day, I would be greeted with texts of encouragement from Mike and Greg, telling me how hot I looked smoking the cigar, telling me to keep inhaling the thick smoke deep, and as the week came closer to an end, and the cigar supply began to dwindle, hints of how I was going to get a good lesson soon, and earn the loads I’d be getting in my guts. I began to find myself looking forward to and enjoying the feeling of lighting up and smoking the thick cigar, enjoying the taste and beginning to play with the smoke. I also found myself getting more and more turned on at watching bareback porn, going out of my way to pay close attention to any videos with guys with biohazard or scorpion tattoos. I imagined myself on the receiving end, getting a large load in my ass, and each time would end up shooting a massive load all over my chest or face. Finally, the final day arrived, and as before I started my day out in the woods smoking the second to last cigar. Almost like clockwork, I got a message from both Mike and Greg, as per usual encouraging my smoking. However, this time Mike sent an additional message. No cumming today, boy, Mike’s message read. Daddy and I have plans and we want you nice and horny tonight, Greg sent immediately after. Nodding to myself, I slowly played with my dick through my gym shorts, edging myself as I slowly sucked down the cigar, and after a while finally smoked the cigar down to a nub. Crushing it under my shoe, I slowly made my way back the house, before walking back in through the back door. I jumped as the doorbell rang out in the quiet house. Postal carrier? Maybe a neighbor? I thought to myself, hoping for the former as thoughts of me having been caught smoking by a neighbor some how made me nervous. “Just a minute!” I yelled out loud, taking a sniff of my shirt before realizing I probably smelled strongly of the cigar smoke. Pulling the shirt off, I ran into the laundry room, thankfully just off of our kitchen, and hurriedly stripped the smokey shirt off and tossed it in the washer before pulling out a shirt in the dryer. The doorbell rang again, and I rushed over, pulling open the door. I was shocked however, as it was neither of my guesses but instead Marcus, Jen’s fiancé, standing at the front door, wearing a neat polo shirt and khaki pants. “Oh…. Um… hi?” I said dumbly, unsure as to why he would be standing here at my parent’s house, “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” Letting out an exasperated sigh, Marcus gestured towards the inside of the house. “Mind if I come in? Hot as hell out here already,” Marcus replied. I silently moved back and let him in, following him as he went to the living room, pulling at his shirt in an effort to cool himself down. “So, I just want to start by saying I was totally against forcing this on you, but you know your sister…” he began, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing to one of the chairs in the den, “Jen… is freaking out about the wedding again, and she sent me out to… well… force you to go shopping. I’m not allowed to come back home until I literally have the receipts.” I blinked before pinching the bridge of my nose. Part of me felt bad, one for forgetting to get the tux shopping done as I promised, and the other part annoyed at just how overbearing my sister, who before this year barely acted like I barely existed, was becoming. “Look, I know I forgot, but…” I said, groaning. “Hey, look. I’ll take you to lunch. I feel like I know so little about you, and seeing as we’re going to be family, I probably should at least get to know you,” Marcus said, holding his hands up in defense, “I promise the tux won’t take that long. There’s a great place to eat down the street. Lunch is my treat.” Letting out a sigh, I just nodded. I felt bad for him, knowing how my sister would get growing up when she didn’t get her way. The tantrums she would throw were literally epic. She really did have a way of getting things she wanted. “Yeah, fine,” I said, resigned, “Just let me change and shower real quick?” “Sure man,” he said, smiling, “Take all the time you want.” I felt my dick slowly start to grow in my pants. I quickly left the room, before running up stairs and hopping under the cold spray of the shower embarrassed to have gotten a hard on from quite literally my soon to be brother in law. ——— I made quick work of showering, getting dressed, and soon enough, we had left my house and were getting the tux. After a quick round of measurements, we soon leaving the shop and walking down the street, before finally entering a small deli. Grabbing our food, we ate, making small talk, talking about my college degree, his work as a junior lawyer. We even started talking about different hobbies and I was surprised at how we actually liked a few of the same games and shows. The entire thing went by in a near blur. That was, until the drive home. As we got into Marcus’ gleaming black BMW SUV, I felt somewhat antsy with a slight headache. Looking at my watch, I realized it was around the time I would normally smoke my afternoon cigar. Shrugging it off, I settled into the passenger seat as Marcus rolled down the windows. Suddenly, Marcus pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and bringing the box to his lips, pulled one out and deftly lit one up, letting out a long smokey exhale. “Fuck that's better…” Marcus sighed, before putting the car into gear, and starting our trip back to my parent’s house, “Hope you don’t mind. Jen is making me quit, but fuck if the cravings aren’t bitch.” The scene before me left me shell shocked. I’d have never guessed he was a smoker. And if that wasn’t enough, I was suddenly hard as a rock watching as he hungrily hauled down the first cigarette. “Um, no, it’s fine,” I nearly stammered, trying to force myself to look away at the road, willing myself to not pay attention to how horny I was suddenly. I nonchalantly would sneak a glance, watching as Marcus continued to drag hard on the cigarette, focused on the road. Soon enough, we were back at my house. Parking the car, Marcus left the car running as I unbuckled the seat belt and opened the door. “Thanks for lunch!” I said, somewhat rushed, internally kicking myself for how hurried I sounded, “And tell Jen I’m sorry you had to come get me to get my fitting done.” “No problem man,” Marcus said, taking one last drag on the cigarette before blowing the lungful of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, before holding his fist out, “And I’ll get Jen under control. Just do me a favor and keep me smoking between us?” “Sure, no problem,” I said, awkwardly reaching over and bumping his fist with mine. “See you later then, man,” he said, before opening the glove box and spraying himself with a bottle of cologne, and pulling on a pair of sunglasses. I shut the door and watched as he backed out of the driveway and drove off, lighting up another cigarette as he drove away. Rushing inside, I immediately grabbed the last cigar in the box and rushed into the woods, lighting the cigar quickly and feeling relief as the smoke flooded my lungs. Taking a quick selfie, I sent it to Greg and Mike, before slowly starting to play with my dick. Images of Marcus dragging on the cigarette filled my mind, and I found myself having to stop stroking as I got dangerously close to shooting my load, barely making sure to follow Greg and Mike’s instructions of not cumming. Part of me felt embarrassed, lusting after my soon to be in law, but I still couldn’t help but feel suddenly turned on at this new revelation. Marcus looked hot as a smoker. I let my mind wander, imagining he and I smoking together, making out, and had to stop myself at the idea of him bending me over and fucking me in the back of his car, much like one of the videos I had seen earlier in the week. The scene in my head nearly had caused me to shoot my load. Quicker than I wanted, I had smoked the cigar down and annoyed and horny, I put the small amount of remaining cigar out and went back inside and upstairs. As I entered by bedroom, my phone dinged. Pulling it out of my pocket, I looked and saw a message from Mike. “Cum over at 8pm tonight,” was all the message said, and with that, I flopped in the bed. After a few moments, I pulled out my laptop and began to watch porn, slowly edging myself the rest of the afternoon, counting the hours until the real fun would begin. ——— Dinner was a quiet affair, my parents asking about my day, them telling me about something funny at work with this coworker or that, essentially the usual small talk we always had. Quickly enough it was nearly 8pm. Looking at my self in the mirror, I took in my reflection. The jock was definitely starting to get a little yellow, the precum definitely starting to stain it. I found myself enjoying the look, noticing that I had forgotten to shave the last two days and was starting to get a bit scruffy looking. I debated for a moment as to wether to hop in the shower and shave but with a quick bit of mental math, I decided I wouldn’t have time. I made my way down the hall, before going downstairs. My parents were relaxing on the couch, making fun of some cheesy drama on the tv. “Hey, I’m gonna head over to a friend’s house to hang out. I’ll be out pretty late,” I said, peeking my head around the doorsill. “Have fun sweetheart,” my mom said, barely breaking her attention from the tv. My dad gave a slight wave of the hand and with that, I was out the door and walking down the street. Quickly enough, I got to Greg and Mike’s house, and after a short wait ringing the doorbell, was greeted by Greg. “There’s my sexy fuck boy,” Greg said, grinning around the unlit cigar in his mouth, “Been missing that tight neg hole.” Shutting the door, he pulled me close, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and began making out with me, his hand dipping under my shorts and down my asscrack, slowly rubbing his finger and probing my hole. I could only moan into the kiss as I felt his finger slowly work into my ass. “Fuck I can’t wait to get into that hole and destroy those guts,” Greg growled, pulling his finger out and backing away, “Get that ass down stairs. Daddy Mike is down there waiting.” Now knowing the way, I made my way down stairs, and saw Mike in his full glory, wearing nothing but a leather harness, his large cock protruding away from his body, rock hard. In his hand was a leather clad paddle with holes throughout. He took a puff on the large cigar in his mouth and nudged my groin with the paddle. “Entirely too many clothes, pig,” he said, his voice deep and dangerous sounding as he spoke, “I only want to see you in that jock.” I quickly stripped naked, save for the jock, and followed his lead as he walked over to the leather bench. Sitting on the bench was a cigar in an ashtray, a rather expensive looking lighter, and bottle of poppers. “Bend over boy,” he said, grinning wickedly as he pointed at the bench with the paddle, “Got to warm those cheeks up for the fun to come.” I watched as Greg came down the stairs, lighter in hand as he too began to light the cigar in his mouth and strip naked, revealing the leather harness he was wearing underneath. “Show us what you’ve learned, boy,” Greg said, walking up and blowing a massive cloud of smoke in my face, gesturing his hand over the poppers and cigar. I quickly grabbed the cigar and got it going nicely, inhaling deeply as I rotated it. Pulling it out of my mouth, I looked at the end and after making sure it had a nice cherry at the end, took another couple deep hauls on it, before setting it in the ashtray and opening the bottle of poppers, taking several deep sniffs. Feeling the high of the poppers kick in, my face feeling flush and heart pounding, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and bent over. “Fucking good boy,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, giving his cock a few tugs. “Well, they do say pigs are quite smart for a pet,” Mike chuckled, before suddenly smacking my ass hard. I nearly dropped the cigar in my mouth before quickly bracing myself and holding the cigar steady with my hand, putting most of my body weight on my other free hand. “Don’t drop that cigar boy,” Mike warned darkly, before smacking my ass hard again. I stood still as Mike began to repeatedly smack my ass hard, making my backside sting and burn, eventually making me go soft. I found myself enjoying it somewhat, but was disappointed at going soft so quickly. While this was happening, I watched as Greg walked over to the toolbox and grabbed two bottles of beer, bringing them over and handing one to Mike. Both of them drank and smoked as my ass continued to get spanked. After about 10 minutes, both seemed satisfied. Greg came over with a metal contraption and gestured for me to lay on my back on the bench. I nodded, my mind numb from the pain in my ass and copious amounts of poppers I inhaled during the onslaught. I watched as Greg quickly fitting the metal cage over my dick, suddenly realizing it was a chastity device, with a lock. “This cock is ours now. We will decide when you get use it tonight.” Greg explained as I watched Mike finish the bottle of beer before opening a set of double doors, “Understood?” “Yes sir,” I nodded, curious as to what was going to happen next. Satisfied my dick was locked up, Greg then put a collar with a leash around my neck and with a gentle tug, began to pull me to the double doors. In the smaller room, there was a urinal, shower, and drain in the floor. “Tonight, you’re going to have to earn our superior poz cum,” Mike began to explain, pushing me to the ground in the shower stall, “And to do that, you’re going to learn to be our piss pig.” I nodded, vaguely remembering a few watersports videos I had seen on the web. “We believe in recycling in this house, boy,” Greg said, as Mike began to gently give his dick a few tugs, “You are gonna drink every last drop down of my superior man piss. Waste a single drip and you won’t get any of our toxic load up that pig hole.” “Thank you sir,” I groaned, feeling as my cock tried to get hard as Mike began to move his foot under the cock cage. “Open up pig,” Mike growled before bringing his cock up to my lips, “I want to see my smoker piss fill that mouth before you start gulping it down.” I opened my mouth wide and waited. At first there was nothing and then, I began to feel a stream of piss begin to fill my mouth. A salty, warm and slightly bitter that flooded my tastebuds, I wrapped my mouth around Mike’s cock as the piss filled my mouth, gulping down as fast as I could, eager to please. “Yeah, thats a good urinal, fucking take it all,” Mike groaned, slowly running his hands through my hair as he puffed contentedly on the cigar. “Boy is a natural born piss toilet, babe,” Greg chuckled, puffing on his cigar as well, while slowly stroking his cock. “Yeah, you love drinking down daddy’s piss, don’t you,” Mike said softly, running his fingers through my hair as he continued, to piss down my throat, “You’re hungry for that poz piss, aren’t you?” I nodded, eagerly gulping down the now slowing stream of piss. “Daddy is almost empty,” Mike continued, slightly strained as his began to work his bladder muscles, the piss occasionally spraying harder in my mouth, “You’ve done a good job boy. Definitely earning a nice thick dirty load,” Finally, I felt the stream stop and took a few deep breaths as Mike removed his now hardening cock out of my mouth. Finally catching my breath, I turned to Greg, expecting him to do the same as Mike. “No boy, this bladder is going up your hole,” Greg said, grinning around the cigar, “Bend over and daddy will use his poz piss to get that pig hole nice and clean for our bugs.” Standing up, I felt as Mike’s piss began to slosh around in my stomach, slowly, I bent over and pulled both cheeks apart. Greg stepped up to my hole and after a second, let out a long line of cigar spit drool out and pool on top of his cock, now firmly pressed against my hole. Slowly, I felt as Greg began to press his mostly hard dick into my bare hole. Finally, it was fully seated and after a minute I began to feel as a warm liquid filled my guts. “Fuck yeah, slut,” Greg moaned, gripping my ass hard as more and more urine flooded my guts deep inside, “Feel that poz piss flood those guts and get them nice and clean. Gonna get your insides ready to take all my poz swimmers.” I let out an involuntary groan as I felt my intestines quickly fill with Greg’s hot piss, stretching my colon as his bladder emptied out inside me. Finally, I felt as Greg’s piss stream stopped. “Go ahead and clench down your hole pig,” Greg instructed, puffing hard on the cigar in his mouth, “When I pull out, I want you to keep that piss in there before sitting down and letting it out in the toilet.” I nodded and began to clench as he pulled out his hard cock, before finally standing up. I groaned again, this time in slight discomfort as I felt keenly like an overfilled water balloon. I slowly shuffled over to the toilet and sat down before relieving myself, feeling as the piss drained quickly out of my ass. Looking down slightly, I was extremely glad to see it was pretty much clean. From what I had read online, it was a pain to get cleaned out sometimes. “Fuck that was hot,” Greg said, laughing, “You definitely seem to be wanting some fresh bug loads up that boy pussy.” I nodded, unable to make words for a few moments as my intestines slowly stopped cramping. Mike walked over and held my partially smoked cigar up to my lips, which I gratefully let him stick in my mouth, taking a deep inhale on the cigar before nose jetting the smoke out. “Fuck yeah, haul that cigar smoke down,” Mike said, grinning, “Becoming a real smoker now, boy.” I smiled, inwardly loving the encouragement and praise. “Let’s get that hole in the sling and see about flooding you with our poz smoker cum now,” Mike said, winking as he ran his fingers through my hair. Slowly I made my way to the sling, thankful as Greg and Mike helped me get in. Satisfied I was properly strung up, Mike tossed the now spent cigar in his mouth and went over to the humidor, pulling out a large pipe. “So pig, Daddy and I heard an interesting little rumor,” Mike said angrily, his mood dark as he lit his pipe, “A friend of ours said some whore was walking around and smoking a cigar the other night at the park. Giving out blowjobs and letting anyone wrap their mouth on his boy cock. Don't remember that being part of the deal.” Shit, I thought to myself, suddenly worried that I had broken some unknown rule. I had thought about asking, but with it being a one time thing, I didn’t even really think much of it. I fucked up. And now, they were pissed. “I’m sorry, sir…” I said quietly, feeling small and suddenly feeling guilty about the encounter. “So, you admit you were a cheap, dirty little slut then?” Greg said, his expression serious when suddenly he let out a quick wink at me. Suddenly, I felt relieved, realizing that apparently this was ok. The tightness in my gut from my guilt relaxed. “I’m…. I’m sorry Daddy. I was just really horny and I didn’t want to wake you or Daddy Greg,” I said, my voice surprisingly still sounding small. “Hmmm… I think we might have forgotten to tell the boy about the rules on that, dear,” Greg said, with an exaggerated sigh, emulating that of some 50s house wife from a sitcom. “Damn it… It’s fun to make him sweat a little…” Mike laughed, his act breaking quickly, “Quit spoiling him.” “I really am sorry though, I should have said something,” I said, not sure what to add. Mike pensively took a few puff on the pipe as he began to collect the copious amount of precum leaking from my trapped cock. I was amazed at how much was slowly leaking out of my dick, inwardly wishing it was free from the confines. I let out a small groan as he began to work it into my hole. “We’ll go over the ground rules later on that… but I think as your punishment,” Mike said, suddenly sinking balls deep into my ass, causing me to gasp and groan in pain, “You’re gonna have to wear this cage all week. Teach you to not waste all that lube for your hole leaking out of that cock. Only thing that neg load is good for. Make you nice and desperate for loads.” The pain in my ass was immense, as my hole struggled to take Mike’s large cock and as the piercings dug into the walls of my guts. Pulling back slightly, Mike smirked before slowly starting to work his cock in my ass. “Roughed you up good there, boy,” Mike said, puffing away on the pipe as I slowly got accustomed to the large slab of meat in my ass, “Maybe this one will be the one to knock your ass up.” I winced and smiled as the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as Mike slowly took his time fucking my ass, slowly puffing and inhaling the cigar smoke. Suddenly the bottle of poppers was under my nose, and I took several deep sniffs, grateful for the sudden wave of pleasure and relief as they kicked in. “Please knock me up,” I groaned, letting the poppers and horniness take control of my brain, “I want you to give me your gift and change me.” “Fuck, this is one hungry hole,” Mike laughed and groaned, “Not gonna last long in here. Ready for this dirty load, slut?” “Cum inside me,” I groaned, smoking hard on the cigar, “Please infect my neg hole..” “Here it comes, slut,” Mike groaned suddenly, his strokes in my ass stuttering suddenly, “Take this dirty fucking load, pig. Ugh….” Suddenly, I felt as Mike’s like flooded my hole, grateful for the sudden slickness in my ass, but part of me sad to have him shoot so quickly inside me. Finally, Mike pulled out of my ass, letting out a slight hiss. “Don’t worry pig, that’s just the first load of the night,” Mike said, before running his hand through my hair and pulling my head towards his cock, “Clean me up with that hot mouth while Daddy Greg pumps a nice dirty load in there too.” I looked down and noticed a few bloody streaks on his cock, knowing instantly that he’d really roughed up my ass. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I slowly began to kiss and lick his cock. “Loaded the pig up good,” Greg said appreciatively, running a finger up my crack and along the tip of my cock cage, collecting even more precum now leaking steadily out of my dick, “Think we’re going to need you to stay the night to properly flood this ass though.” I nodded, knowing it would only take a quick text home. I groaned as Greg then slid into my ass, going balls deep in one go. Greg quickly began to fuck my ass in a steady motion, each stroke slamming against my prostate, making my dick leak even more. Suddenly, I felt Mike push the tip of his pipe in my mouth as he took my cigar and started smoking it. I took a deep draw on the pipe, amazed at the ease and amount of smoke flooding my lungs. The smoke was definitely different, but in a good way. I exhaled the smoke in a nose jet as I kept the pipe bit firmly in my mouth. “Fuck you look hot smoking a pipe, pig,” Greg said, his pace picking up, “Fucking destroying those lungs while we destroy your ass. You like becoming a smoker?” I sat for a second, gathering my thoughts. I had to admit, I loved smoking. The dirtiness of it, the rush of lighting up and feeling the smoke flood my lungs, how other guys looked smoking. “I love smoking, Daddy,” I groaned, letting the smoke drift out as I spoke, “Thank you for making me a smoker. I love feeling myself smoking and becoming a proper pig.” “That makes Daddy and I so fucking proud boy… Fuck, babe, you weren’t joking about this hole tonight,” Greg groaned, smoke pouring out of his mouth and nose as he smoked the cigar harder, “Gonna flood it too soon.” “Please give my your load,” I groaned, puffing on the pipe in time with Greg’s cigar, “I want your toxic smoker loads in me. Make me pregnant with your bugs.” Suddenly, Greg gasped and jerked, slamming hard into my hole deep. “Fuuuuck, ugh….” Greg moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he puffed hard on the cigar. Greg stayed slumped over me for a minute or two before finally taking one last long, deep draw on the cigar, locking eyes with me and giving me a nod. I did the same and in unison, we removed them and locked lips, swapping smoke as we made out. Finally we broke the kiss, blowing out the smoke. “Let’s head up stairs and sleep a bit,” Mike said, as Greg pulled out of my ass and brought his dick to my lips. I immediately went to work sucking it clean. Satisfied it was clean, Greg pulled his dick back out of my mouth and they both helped me out of the sling. “Hold those loads in and let’s go up,” Mike said before leaning over and kissing me deeply, pushing his thumb deep in my ass, causing me to groan. Slowly, I got my bearings and began to follow the two men upstairs.

Part 2 My other friends leave in other cities... Since my bestie is out of town, Dad was the only person left in town I could reach out to. A few words about Andrews, my dad : he is quite the ladies would dream about I expect, tall, athletic, smart... well ladies actually men as he is openly gay... I never knew my mom. she left him, and me along, when she found him with another man in bed a few days after I was born... and he was always supportive, during childhood and college, helping me to do the right choices...not influencing me but rather asking the right questions about my feelings, what I wanted to do for a living later... So kind of good. Though, I am not fully at ease while talking about sex with him... I always felt awkward about it... I arrive in front of his house, and as told, just enter and I yell ""Dad, I am in"... As I say this, I see him coming out of the corridor leading the night part, with just a towel around the waist, still not fully dry from the shower: - "Hey Son! sorry I lost the track of time with a twink that stayed overnight, so I am just out of the shower" he bluntly said. - "Well, no worries, I hope I am not intruding". - "No, I kicked him out 10 minutes ago, well settle in the guest room, while I get dressed and then we can talk about what you want to do while you are here" I just nodded as approval and disappeared from the entrance and just drop my suitcase in the guest room and just crashed on the bed... And it all came down to me a once and started to cry in the pillow... "Hey Jay, what happened", Dad said as appearing in the door frame. Unable to speak for now, I turn my back to him... "Okay... I leave you alone here, I am in the kitchen preparing lunch when you want. No pressure" Even in these situation, he seems understandable and empathic... I try to get my shit together. As I look at the alarm clock, it is now almost noon... Time flies I guess. I hear some metal noises coming from the kitchen, and smells. I get out of the room, eyes still red, and get to the kitchen : "How may I help ?" I asked my father. "Please, set the table, then you open that bottle of wine and serve two glasses of wine. That should be ready in a minute". I execute silently what I am being told and just sit on the chair waiting for the food, when he comes with it : "here we go, some simple pasta with red pesto." He serves me and him and asked "So do you want to talk about it?" "That tastes good Dad". I replied... ignoring the question... I am not ready I expect... I empty my wine in one go. "This also tastes good by the way!" "Well sure it does, but easy on it... well ..." he paused "you can stay as long as you want, you know, you are always welcome here, and when you are ready to share with me your burden, know that I will be here!" "Thanks dad... but right know, I think I just need to enjoy the meal and get some rest... I am a bit jetlag from my business trip... and other stuff" "Alright... as you wish. I will moan the lawn and then get a swim I think..." Alright. as I finished my plate I got up and went to sleep... In the afternoon, I heard the mower while resting.... then some splashes... well swimming that could be relaxing with what happened... But I not have my swimsuits... As I go out in the garden, I see my dad swimming. "Hey Dad, can I borrow one of your swimsuit, I have none with me ?" "Sure you can, or you do like me and just swim naked" and then I realize that he was indeed fully naked... It has been a long time I think... Last time was a furtive moment between the bathroom and his bed room... "Come on don't be shy!" I started to strip shyly "Alright"and hiding my scrotch behind my hands, I get into the water.. "God that feels good. I think that is what I needed". "Is that so ? "he asked with a intriguing smile on his face "Yes... you have no idea what happened..." I replied seriously "Well I might have an idea according to what you said so far and your attitude, but please enlighten me" he said encouragingly. "Well I discovered Maria was cheating on me" I said looking down... expecting some answer but no, just a hum hum, like he is expecting more... "I run into them this morning fucking in our bed while I wanted to surprise here by being home earlier than expected". "Oh... that explain the shock then" "not only... she kind of begged him to breed her, to knock her up, he and his fucking scorpion dick. just did." I answered angrily... "Sorpion dick you say ?" "not the part I would have catch but yes he had a scorpion tattoo on his penis"... "Alright Son, are you aware of what that means" ? "well she wants to a child with him!!" I expect "Hum, well this could be something else.... Is it a kind of scorpion like this ? " he asked as he emerged from water to have his torso outside and pointing to his chest where I noticed for the first time my Dad has tattoos. "Yes, definitely looks similar, but you are not a scorpio, Dad" "Well I am, but not astrologically speaking... I am HIV positive, and this tattoo implies that when I penetrate, my dick is like a stink" my dad said without any restraint. I am completely in disbelief, my dad announces he is HIV positive... "wait what ? and how would you know that would mean the same thing here ?" "Well, the tattoos, the words used are likely to some chasing / gifting situation, Son. As per my situation, well do not worry about. I am fine." "Fuck. fuck fuck" was all I could say. "Does that mean that Maria could also be ? and so am I then ?" "that could be a possibility, indeed. For maria, it even seems she wanted it..." "But could this be even possible to desire this ?" "Well Son, this is the mystery, but trust me a lot do and sometimes more than you think, and the closer you are to fuck with a positive person, the more likely you are to sooner or later desire to be positive as well. Trust me on that. That twink that stayed overnight is an example... he knew I was positive, that I do not use condom and that I will gift him with my seed and he came for that. Seems Maria discovered something in her desires... you could not satisfy" I stayed in disbelief with what my own father just said... Not only I learn he is HIV positive, but he seems to share it with fuck buddies... I look at him as he gets out of water and sit on the edge of the pool and I gasp... I can see a second tattoo : a biohazard one on his belly, just above his dick... and what a dick... I thought mu boss one I catch a glimpse on this morning was big.. but this one.... how can it be possible ... it is about 6 to 7 inch flacid and there is a kind of piercing on the cockhead... ... to be continued...

Chapter 5 – Machine, Man, Machine In Chapters 1 through 4, I talk about a session with my friend, Matt. We’ve partied, fucked, fisted, had a few other guys over, with most everything focused on my ass. This is my birthday present from Matt, after all! The others have just left, and now I’m on the rim seat with the fuck machine plowing me from below, and Matt is checking out his phone on the bed. This new dildo is thick, but my ass is taking it easily since it was stretched open by all the other play and having had the knot dildo in me recently. At this point, I’m really enjoying the ride. Matt is checking the apps on his phone, obviously exchanging messages with someone. “OK, Rob should be here in about 20 minutes”, Matt said. “Rob, that we’ve played with before?” I asked. He nodded and told me that Rob was ready to work my ass over. Rob. He’s in his late 30s, very handsome, with short dark hair, blue eyes, and usually a sexy 5-0-clock shadow. His scruff feels great when he’s eating my ass. He’s got a nice body with a sweet coat of fur. His ass is covered in hair, and he has that sweet little triangle of hair right at the base of his spine that drives me wild. Matt and I have talked about how Rob comes close to being my ideal man. He’s also an excellent fist top and bottom. On top of all that, he has a really deep and sexy voice. Matt kept cruising the apps. When I asked why he was still looking if Rob was coming over, he told me that he wanted to have as many guys as possible use my hole today. The dildo was still being shoved in and out of my ass, but with that statement, I got a whole new shiver of excitement. Rob texted that he was at the house. Matt stopped the fuck machine and threw my crusty orange jock at me. “Put that on and get in the sling”, he demanded. I stood, pulled on the jockstrap, and climbed into the sling. My hole was gaping, and I could feel lube running down my legs when I walked over. Of course, I started probing my hole with my fingers, waiting for Matt to return with Rob. Rob walked in. He was fully naked and hard. He stopped by the head of the sling, so I slid his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a bit but knew he didn’t come for a blowjob. I was just waiting for what came next. Next, Matt walked in with his points. He had one for each of us. He started with Rob, then admined me, then took care of himself. At least, I assume he took care of himself because I was rushing, and Rob was playing with my hole. My desire for Rob’s hands was so great that I kept pushing out my ass, trying to get him to slip into me. He chuckled at my eagerness and lubed up his hands. When he did enter me, he stopped right at the entrance, twisting around to let me feel all the sensations of his hand. “Are you ready, you cheap whore” Rob snarled. I was, so I nodded my consent, and he plunged his hand into my depths. He’s done this with me a lot, so he knows the way to and through my second hole. It was clear that he had a goal in mind, which was to get through that barrier on the first thrust. I worked to clear my mind and focus on opening up for his fingers as they prodded around for the curve. Then he was through. My mind exploded in ecstasy. The slam, the hot guy fisting me, the overall depravity of the scene; it was overwhelming. I had an assgasm, soaking my jock once again with fluids. Some of it was cum, some precum, and some piss. I was shaking in the sling, which let Rob’s fingers feel all over my colon. It took me a long time to come down from the orgasm, but Rob seemed determined to make me have another soon. “Do some poppers.” I did while he kept his hand in my colon. As soon as the bottle was down, we both started movements. I was clenching and releasing my ass muscles while wiggling my ass around, and Rob was sliding in and out of my second sphincter. Damn, he was right. I quickly had another assgasm, although this one was less intense than the first. My jockstrap was soaked through with fluids now, and some was dripping onto the pads on the floor. Rob slowly withdrew his hand. He often takes the removal slowly, but today, he basically crawled out of my ass. It seemed to take forever before his knuckles were rubbing up against my prostate, causing more fluid to spew from my dick. Once he was out, he reached for the strap and took it off me. He handed it to Matt, who was standing nearby, and Matt walked it up to me. He put it over my face, with the pouch at my mouth. “Suck your juices,” he demanded. The smell and taste were phenomenal, and I eagerly licked and sucked what I could out of the jock. At the same time, Rob was back in my ass. He was using his one arm to slow fuck me, leisurely moving in and out, with each new insertion causing my hole to pulse in pleasure. Then, he pulled his hand all the way and reinserted four fingers from that hand. He put four fingers from the other hand in alongside these. He used those eight fingers to prod and open my hole. Then, he slid those eight fingers back in me, but added the thumbs this time. I groaned with expectation as I readied to take both his hands. I pulled the pouch of the jock away from my mouth, leaving it hanging around my neck. I wanted to see everything that was about to happen. He kept pushing and got one hand in, with the other following closely behind. The sense of fullness from being double-fisted is always amazing, and it was amplified to greater levels by my spun brain. I was so fucking happy to have him inside me that I pushed further, working to take those hands deeper. Rob later told me that he had never had both hands inside a guy as deep as he was inside me. It was astonishing! Rob pulled out and stood up. Matt took his place but remained standing. He slid his semi-hard cock into my gape. He wasn’t looking to fuck me; instead, he was going to give me some of his chempiss. Matt had to concentrate to get the flow going, but there was a lot once it started. He filled my ass with his T piss. I knew I’d be feeling the effects soon, especially when he shoved a butt plug in me after he pulled out. Matt walked over to the bed. Rob was already there, with the pipe and torch ready to go. He and Rob blew clouds while they watched me in the sling, plugged and getting a good infusion of chempiss. My ass was eager for more, but I wanted to keep the plug in as long as I could so that I could absorb the maximum amount of T piss. I was flexing my ass to move the plug around, and they could see it moving in my ass. “Look at that pig. His ass is hungry!” Rob commented. I hoped he would be giving me more attention soon. After they smoked out the pipe, Rob and Matt started playing with each other. Rob was massaging Matt’s hole as Matt lay there with his legs in the air. I knew how good Rob’s hands felt inside me and wondered if Matt would get the chance to experience a fisting from Rob. “Rob, it looks like Matt wants your fist in him,” I suggested. “Yeah, maybe we should put him in the sling for a while. What do you think?” With the plug still holding the piss inside me, I climbed out of the sling and gestured to Matt that he should get in. “I want you watching while you’re getting fucked, too,” said Matt. Before he got into the sling, he brought the rim seat and fuck machine over near the base of the sling. He was making sure I had a great view of his ass while I was getting plowed by the machine. Then, just before we settled in, Rob had an idea. He held up the knot dildo and asked me if I could take it in the fuck machine. At this point, my ass was ready for anything, so I agreed to use it on the machine. The knot would pass into my ass once, but I’d keep it inside after that, letting it move back and forth inside me. Rob pulled the plug out of my ass, and I was happy to see that very little piss dribbled out. I had absorbed most of it. Then, we removed the old dildo from the fuck machine, put the knot dildo in its place, lubed it up, and I sat on it. The tip went in easily, then I hit the knot. This time, all it took was a little additional push for it to penetrate my hole. Fuck, this thing always feels amazing! Matt handed me the remote and made sure poppers were nearby for me. There was another bottle on a table by the sling for him. Matt crawled into the sling and spread his legs wide to get his feet into the stirrups. Seeing my friend’s hairy hole spread open while I was riding the knot was sexy and stimulating. I was flying from the new infusion of T, and increased the speed of the machine. Once Rob lubed up his hands and started to work on Matt’s hole, I was in a sexual frenzy. With the drugs in my system, the knot in my ass, and the sight before me, I was one happy pig. As Rob slid his hand into Matt, I took a deep hit of poppers and sank down further on the knot dildo. Matt’s rim seat has straps that can be moved to the side instead of a rigid seat, so I spread them out, lowering my ass on the toy. I groaned as it penetrated deeper and looked up at Matt. He was grinning and moaning himself, enjoying the hand in his ass. I kept the machine at the same speed and depth for a while, focused more on watching Rob fist Matt. Rob is an excellent top with a great sense of intuition when he’s inside a guy. I could see that he was navigating the twists and turns of Matt’s ass, driving deeper and deeper into his core. Rob had progressed to the point where he was alternating fists on Matt’s hole. First, the left, then the right, then the left. Matt loved the ride, and his hairy hole was staying nicely opened between his hands. “We should do some poppers,” I said to Matt. He and I both picked up a bottle. Rob shoved a hand in Matt’s ass and held it in place while we both sniffed from our bottle. Then, Rob went back to fisting Matt, going faster this time. Matt was groaning, I was groaning and I was loving it all. While Matt was still on the poppers high, Rob shoved the fingers of one hand in alongside his arm, which was deeply embedded in Matt’s ass. He used those fingers to circle Matt’s hole, expanding it and sending Matt into a frenzy. I had increased the speed of the dildo again and was enjoying its penetration while watching the sexy scene in front of me. As Rob prepared to go wider, I slowed the dildo to a stop. It was deep inside me, and I could flex my ass to send shock waves through my ass, but the motion was getting to be too much. Once I could focus again, I discovered that I could reach Rob’s ass with my right hand if I leaned forward in the rim chair. Rob was startled when he first felt my hand on his ass, but then he moved back to give me better access to his ass and hole. I circled around his hairy hole as he was prepping to give Matt a double fist. My goal wasn’t to distract him too much, but I wanted to treat his hole to a little pleasure, too. Rob slid his second hand in alongside the other, penetrating Matt with both of his hands. Matt’s eyes showed his pleasure at being so well fucked. But he couldn’t take too much and asked Rob to go back to a single hand. When Rob was situated with one hand fucking Matt, I stuck a finger, then two, into Rob’s ass. The knot was still deep in my ass, and my movements to stimulate Rob’s ass also stimulated mine. I wanted another ride, so I pulled out of Rob’s ass, raised myself off the dildo, added more lube, sat down on it again, and started the machine at a slow, steady pace. Then, I went back, this time with better-lubed fingers, and shoved three of them in his ass. He arched his back when I did this, looked back at me, and grinned. He was still fisting Matt. Now, we all had something in our ass and were all enjoying our time together. We fucked around like this for a while until Rob said that he needed to get up. He pulled out of Matt’s ass, leaving behind a beautiful gape, and I removed my fingers from his ass. Matt was resting in the sling, and I decided to get off the fuck machine too. Rob and I went over to the bed and stretched out on it. Matt came over to join us after a while, and we decided to take a refreshment break and take it from there.

Part 5: Daddy's Rules Daddy was starting to become a regular of mine. Like our previous meetings, I sucked his cock on the way to his place. I undid my pants and exposed my bare ass while I was sucking. It turned me on to be exposed for the duration of the ride. When we arrived at his place, I had few drinks. About 3 drinks in, I had a good buzz going and the room was just starting to spin. I felt a bit dizzy but daddy made me a fourth drink and told me to follow him. He started walking towards the stairs. I was excited because I thought this would be the first time we actually made it to the bedroom. Instead, we went to a door to side of the stair case. I followed to the door and realized the path led to a different set if stairs that went down to the basement. I stumbled a bit on the stairs and had to hold the rail the whole walk down. The basement was a finished rec room with some pretty standard stuff for that kind of space. There was some work out equipment, a pool table, a couch with a decent sized home theater set up, and another smaller bar area. I guess it was what you might call a man cave. We passes through another door into an unfinished area. Against one wall was the water heater and the furnace. But the rest of this area was clearly a makeshift sex dungeon. There were a few shelves along the walls and the boxes on top looked to be pretty normal. However, the middle shelves contained some more exotic items. There was an extensive collection of sex toys including dildos, plugs, gags, whips, and some bandage supplies. I finished my drink as daddy guided me to a cussioned platfrom that was hanging by some chains that had been anchored to the ceiling. Daddy helped me to quickly undress and lifted me onto the platform. He and secured my ankles and wrists with cuffs that were attached to the platforms chains. He then put a blindfold on me. The platforms was sized such that my ass was hanging slightly off one edge of the platform and my head was hanging off the other side. I could feel him circling the platform and eyeing my naked body. When daddy finished started to speak I was so horny that I was just agreeing to everything he said without thinking. "You're my little slut boy arent you?" he demanded I managed a meek "yes daddy." I heard a loud smack and felt a lightning bolt of pain shoot up my body. Daddy had just smacked my bare ass with something (I couldn't see but it felt and sounded like a belt). "I didn't hear that boy" daddy said menacingly. "Yes daddy! I'm your little slut boy!" I cried. Daddy hit my ass again with another loud crack. It was the hardest I'd ever been hit up to that point and I tried to wriggle away. The pain was searing and im sure my butt was already red and brused. "I have some rules you boy" he said as began to circle me "Rule number one is I get to use your body however I want, you can't ever say no to me." "YES DADDY!" I cried as he brought the belt down again, this time across my chest. I began sobbing uncontrollablly as he continued to circle. "Rule number two is that I control who you fuck. You will fuck everyone I tell you too and never fuck anyone without my permission" "YES DADDY" I cried out again. Daddy waited a moment then slapped my face with his hand. He pushed my head down so it was hanging off the platform edge and put one of his hands around my throat. He began choaking me while he grabbed his hard cock with his other and brought it to my lips. As I began to suck his cock, I heard the crack and felt the sting of the belt on my ass. Daddy had one hand on my neck and the other was holding his cock as he guided it in and out of my mouth. Daddy must of been plabning to share me with a friend and I had already agreed to fuck anyone he told me too. Daddies friend gave a few more smacks to my ass, thighs, and belly before coiling it up and setting it on my chest. As daddy continued fucking my throat, his friend started to play with my ass. He alternated between giving it a a few slaps with his bare hand, grabbing the cheeks and giving them a squeeze, and pulling them apart to expose my little pink hole. Daddy's friend pulled his cock out and started to tease my hole. There was no lube yet but I still enjoyed the feeling of a raw cock pressing against the opening. He spit on his cock and began to rub the head in circles around my ass. Just as it felt like I was about to open up and take his cock, he pulled it away and buried his tounge in my hole instead. I would have been moaning in ecstasy if I hadn't been distracted by the rough throat fuck I was getting on the other end. Between the alcohol and lack of oxygen, I was worried I might pass out. Daddy was really fucking my throat. He pulled out for a moment and held my head in place. As I coughed and struggled to catch my breath, anther pair of hands (from what must have been a third person) placed a damp rag over my face. I recognized the aroma from the small bottle I had been using and took a deep breath. I held a few seconds before I exhaled and took a few more breaths. I felt warm and dizzy and began to go limp. I didn't pass out but I was in a state where I wasn't fully aware of what was happening to me. I was tied up and powerless anyways, so I just let the feeling wash over me. Everything was blur for the next few minutes. I felt the familiar pleasure of big cock thrusting in and out my hole. I was too far gone to struggle against the cock that was fucking my throat. Whenever someone pulled away, their place was immediately taken by another cock. There were at least 4 guys, maybe more. They continued to use me from both ends like I was a sex toy. Soon enough I felt the first load shoot into my ass. He continued to fuck for a moment before pulling out and hurrying around to have me lick his cock clean. After he was clean I heard a voice tell me to push. I complied and pushed the load out. As another cock resumed fucking me, one of the guys came around and pushed a tablespoon into my mouth, I realized I had just filled it with cum from my ass and licked the spoon clean. I held the cum in my mouth to savor the flavor for a few seconds before swallowing. I quickly resumed taking it from both ends. As the guy in my ass moaned that he he was close, the guy in my throat grabbed my head and pushed deep. Holding me in place he began to quickly rock his hips back and forth while fully inserted. He was trying to cum at the same time as the guy in my ass. I felt a spurt in my ass as announced he has cumming. The guy in my mouth pushed deep and I felt a powerful contraction as he shot his cum straight down my throat. I felt at least 4 pulses from each, with each one alternating between my ass my throat. I swallowed as the guys swapped places and I began to livk the cum off the cock that had just been in my ass. After I finished cleaning it they swapped places again and I licked the cum off the next cock as the other guy directed me to push the cum out of my ass. Just as I finished licking the most recent cock clean, someone grabbed my head and another tablespoon of cum from ass was poured down my throat. As the others left, daddy began to speak again. "Rule 3 is you can never cum without my permission." Yes daddy" I moaned as he slid his cock into my ass. The pleasure quickly started to build as he fucked my ass. He was bigger than his friends and I was soon begging him "Please daddy, let me cum. I dont know how much longer I can hold back." "Not yet boy" he replied as he continued to fuck me. I held onto the chains and tried to keep myself from having an orgasm. But after a few more seconds my body began twitching and and spasming uncontrollablly as I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. Daddy saw me cum but didn't respond. He just kept fucking me until I felt his cock twitch as he flooded me with his jazz. He looked down at me and said "I told you not to cum without permission" "Sorry Daddy" I replied. Daddy went over to the shelves and pulled something out. He took off my blindfold so I could watch as he placed my soft little cock into a chastity cage and secure it with a small lock. When I was hard I had a good size cock and I often got hard while I was being fucked. Daddy leaned in and said "I wasn't gonna do this, but since you seem to have trouble following simple instructions I think you need it." I stayed nude again and sucked him some more as he drove me back. I must have done good because I managed to get another load out of him. I got dressed in the car right before he dropped me off. As soon as got home I thought about breaking the lock on my cage but decided to keep wearing it for a bit as a reminder of the fuck I had just gotten.

Part 22, Princess and the pigs. His bicep vice grip around my neck was making me choke a little bit at first, but as he started to pull me through this bedroom, he squeezed even more. I was able to choke and gasp the words out.....'Please dont hurt me'. He slowly started to relax his arm once he realized I wasn't resisting. Being happy to breath again, I put my hands on his forearms which were still around my neck. I commented 'what amazing ink', his skin was as pale as mine as I slowly traced my fingers across the beautiful orange, white and red coy going up his arm. 'Do you remember me?' he asked? I was confused and said, 'I don't remember, I am sorry. Should I? I love your art, I would think I would have remembered.' 'Well, I had a long white sleeve shirt on. I was one of the servers last night.' 'Servers?' 'Yes, at Mr. Ali's house. ..... Last night....., I was the one who got you the celebration drink, and later handed you the pie and the brown bottles to take down to our visitors in the woodshed?'. 'Oh wow, sweet, I guess.... last night was kind of a blur to me,' I said. 'Oh man, as soon as I saw you, I wanted you. But I knew I was just there to work, but man, you had all the pigs oinking. Too bad your daddy ended your fuckfest so early, you disappointed a lot guys.' He kind of brought me slowly over to the bed, realizing I wasn't fighting back against him. My hands stayed on his ink. He started to pull his t-shirt off over his head. His whole body was covered with tats. It was like a canvas telling a story. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a brown bottle. When seeing it, my eyes got wide. My eyes followed the bottle like in a trance. He was moving it up and down, left to right, like an optometrist would during an exam. He laughed and said, 'Oh shit, I thought they were kidding' 'Kidding about what?' As my eyes followed his hand. It then triggered in his head... that's why I wasn't scared, I had seen the twink in the other room huffing the bottle and I was already under this control. He pulled his shoe off and threw it at the door in an attempt to close the door. As doing so, he said, 'I need you before my house mates find you here. I told them about you when I got back. They were pissed they didn't get to work the party, but Mr. Ali doesn't like black ex cons that much. He thinks they are not safe. My buds are cool, but they LOVE LOVE LOVE white boys.' 'That's awful about the party, I am sorry, I hate people who are racists. But, on the good new side..... well they are in luck, my daddy told me I am a special boy.' 'Special? How so? My name is Daron by the way.' 'Yes, daddy said I am a special boy, that was born with a pussy and she was put here in me to give other men a place to play so they didn't have to worry about those dirty gross women's pussies.' 'Oh really, is that what he told you?' Daron said. 'Yep, and all the guys last night said she was amazing.' 'Well sport, what if I drop a big gift in her now and then my homies can take a crack at her as well.' 'Gosh, that would be great. Maybe I should call the store and let them know I might be a little while. I am sure it will be ok, Mr. C said whatever I need to do, to make the customer happy.' 'Oh, Mr. C said that did he? Not sure he meant us, but....yeah, hand me your phone. You have way to many clothes on. I will call while you get that boy hole of yours naked for me.' I started to strip and took the phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. I heard him say, 'yeah, your princess is safe with me' It sounded like Jax on the phone and I could hear him starting to get angry and yelling something about don't you dare, there is going to be trouble. I heard Daron say, 'yes of course I showed him the magic bottle, but he already had watched Mr. Big in the other room working over some bitch who had one too.' I could hear Jax yelling more but then went quite. I heard my phone power off and Daron tossed it on the pile of clothing on the floor. 'Is everything ok?' Jax sounded upset. 'Oh yeah, he is cool, we go way back, we got our first ink together when we were up state' 'I heard him yell something about dont you dare' I said 'Oh that, no.... he was talking to someone there at the store they were taking the wrong pizza or something.' 'Gosh, maybe I should call back and see if I can help, they count on me to give ideas'. As he looked at me laying there naked, he started to remove the rest of his clothing and said. 'Hey, I got an idea, get that bottle open and start sucking the magic out of it' My eyes got big and I smiled and opened the bottle and started taking deep hits. 'How many should I do? All three like Uncle Terry said?'. 'Oh? Uncle Terry it is now? Well, no, the house rule here is 5, deep, and each side. Holding as long as you can. Now get sucking on that vapor.' As I laid on my back on the bed practicing my deep breathing exercises, Daron came over and grabbed my legs, with one big pull he pulled me over to the side of the bed. He stood there next to the bed, covered in tats from his neck down. They were so beautiful, my eyes were lost in looking at the whole scene. Fish and flowers in vibrant colors on the top and then leading down his chest and belly to more sinister images of black and red devils and snakes with fangs and scorpions near his pubes. My ass was hanging right at the side of the bed and I could feel his hard cock slowly wetting my ass crack with his precum. His cock was getting harder and harder as it slowly moved from south of my butt hole to up and over my pucker up higher and higher to my nuts. I could feel him slap my asshole with it by the time I was on the third hit into my left nostril. As I exhaled and moved over to the right nostril, he went hands free on his cock and started to use my tits like radio dials. He could tell how my pussy reacted. He looked down at my fuck hole and said, 'fuck, would you look at that, the more I dial your tits, the more she opens... like a beautiful flower. His cock was leaking like crazy and I saw him hock a big spit ball down onto my taint. I could feel the warmth of his spit slowly drip toward my hole. As I started inhale number 4, left side, I could feel the warmth of his spit and the head of his cock at my fuck hole. A twist on my nipples and he got a huge smile. 'Yeah baby, suck that spit into your cunt. Swallow that spit with your cunt lips, oh FUCK yes, make it blossom for sucking in that fluid.' I could feel his cock pressing a little harder and working my nipples with a little more aggression as I exhaled popper hit number four from the right nostril. I was sooooo fucking flying, I wanted to stop. But sensing my slow down, he looked up and said, I heard you aint too bright, but I would think you could count to 5 at least, one more princess..... deep and both sides. Sensing he was about to make penetration, I pulled a condom off the pillow and started to try and open it. But my hands were full with the bottle and the cap and I was trying to bite and tear the condom open. I knew it was a matter of timing because he was pushing in with more pressure. As I exhaled with the fifth left nostril, I finally got the condom open and as I inhaled on the final hit, I put the lid on the poppers and handed him the rubber. 'Oh thanks princess, but you were so slow, I already got one on, I will just lay that on your belly in case this one slips off later or for the next dude.' On my final exhale, I laid my head back and he went in full tilt. I felt him bottom out as the hair on his nuts tickled my baby smooth nut sack. My mind was floating and my eyes were closed. I could feel his withdrawal and then reenter. It was like hard but velvet stretching my hole open. In the darkness in my head, I could see a light appear. It was amazing, like some far away star turning into itself. Inside the light circle it was white and yellow and looked like boiling fluid. It made me think it was the cum churning in his nuts trying to get out. He really started to pick up speed and I opened my eyes and realized he wrapped had his arms around my legs to keep my ass locked onto his cock. He was like an animal swelling up inside his bitch, locking his cock into place inside me for my loading. Sweat was starting to form on his pale white skin and I was in awe of his muscles and the coloring of his tats and how they glistened with the sweat. He took each of his hands and grabbed an ankle and pushed my ankles far apart. He was looking down at my cunt and smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. He was slowly long dicking my hole with his shaft. I realized I hadn't really seen his cock, but I could tell it was quite thick and meaty. He closed my legs again and started to bite and kiss the back of my calves. He was really picking up tempo and starting to make the bed creak. I laid my head back and he told me to take a couple more hits and let my flower bloom as it was about to get fertilized. I was half way through my second and I heard the door bust open. Startled, I looked up and over at the door and it was the two black dudes from the other room. They still had their game consoles in their hands and said, 'what the fuck Daron, where did this come from'. C's Pizza sent her over for the afternoon BOGO special. The longer haired taller one said, BOGO? Daron replied, 'hey, buy one, gift one, and she is about to get her first gift.' With that, he was holding my legs so tight and was power fucking me like he was holding onto the life raft for dear life. His thrusts were pushing me across the bed and his friends each grabbed a leg and forcefully pulled me by the legs, back toward him. They were both holding onto a leg trying to pull me off the bed, but Daron's body and cock were between my legs to prevent me from moving further. 'Hold her right there, bros, hold ...... hold...... her ..... right...... fucking........ oh shit...... there.......' And with that he shook and shuddered and collapsed into a big sweaty mess onto me. He was screaming like he was in pain so I put my hands on his head and pet his hair. I could feel his heart beating onto my belly. His heart was racing and he was gasping for breath. His buddies each took the leg that they were hold onto and put it up on his shoulders. His breathing slowly came back to normal and he started to laugh against my belly. 'What is so funny? I asked, 'Is everything ok?' He looked up and said, 'I thought they were making shit up about your pussy, but holy fucking god, they were right, it was sent here from heaven. You are a lucky princess. Your pussy is going to save this city from the debauchery of those female skanks.' As my eyes moved from him over to his buddies they were shucking their clothes off as fast as they can. I wasnt really paying attention as I was coming down off the poppers, but I did hear Daron say.....'If you guys want a piece of this, you better hurry the fuck up. Once Mr. Big smells her over here, you aint going to be getting a chance....and I think her owner will be coming to collect her and we are going to have hell to pay.' Then Daron looked down at me and said. 'Lukas right?' I nodded yes. 'My friends here are a little more rough than me, that dont really deserve a pussy as fine as yours, but would it be ok if they had a chance to blow a load in the best cunt of their life?' 'Sure, according to my daddy, that is what I am here for' 'Ok guys, I will go see what Mr. Big has done with his twink, but just keep him sniffing the bottle and dont take all fucking day, be careful you dont tear that open until Mr. Big can have the pleasure himself. You know how he gets when he smells red.

Part 3: Want Some MORE chocolate sprinkles? – Pay-to-Play for 25 inches of Pain: “I WANT TO SEE HOW HUNGRY THAT ASS IS - YOU EVER TAKEN 12 INCHES? 13? IT’S ONLY A BIT BIGGER. WELL A BIT LONGER ANYWAYS. THICK AS MY WRIST THOUGH. I BET YOU CAN. NO CHOICE REALLY - MORE LIKE YOU WILL TAKE IT. HEY BOY, CRUSH UP SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT, LET’S PACK THAT CHUTE, THEN GO IN AND TELL THE GUYS HE’S READY.” Still smacking his ass pussy flavored cigar the ice cream man stood up, grabbed my chains, hooked me back to the ceiling, then reached into a box and pulled out a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. He grinned then said, “I THINK YOU MAY SCREAM ON THESE ONES, BUT THAT’S COOL - TRY - TOLD THEM THIS WAS A NO LIMITS FUCK. YOU WANT SOME MORE SPRINKLES?” Hot BBC nutt continued to run down my leg - the special family mix from both the ice cream man and his nephew. I groaned as the ice cream man jammed his fingers in my ass, used his nails to scratch at my hole, and then withdrew them before stuffing shards of Tina inside me. I was spinning pretty good when the back door opened up and the nephew stepped in followed by two huge guys who seemed like they could barely fit in the truck. The ice cream man stood up, licked the slime and crystal crust off his fingers, puffed on his cigar, then grabbed my chin with his right hand and said, “Tonight’s dinner special is Kobe Beef Steak - extra rare - the ‘all you can eat’ buffet version.” He then held up my black credit card and turned it side to side, “This is a special, off-menu delivery so will cost extra. These two bust heads for me for a living, and a few arms, legs, and skulls as needed. Tonight you get the privilege of funding some pay-to-play for my guys here who will be bringing 25 inches of pain. That’s right. 13 and long and 12 and wide - so which steak you trying to choke down first? Hell don’t really matter. Not your choice.” I shivered as a Tina rush coursed through me and my hormones blazed like a solar flare anticipating what was to come. The ice cream man set some baggies of Tina on the counter, grabbed his box of stash, looked at the two guys and gave his final instructions, “You got an hour to rape that ass, make that pussy gape and flap and swell. He’s a dick hungry fag slut, so no limits, and that hole is already primed - both with some nicca nutt and some of my good stash. You two think you can handle that? Aiight. We’ll be back in 60 and who knows - maybe he’ll add a tip!” It took a little swearing, adjusting, and ultimately they had to step out the back before the ice cream man and his nephew could leave. When the two drug enforcers stepped back in, the ice cream truck seemed to tilt, and the shadows darkened as they stood between me and the small light bulb on the ceiling that cast a pale glow. The rag in my mouth prevented me from talking, but I did my best mumble and rattled the chains on my arms to get their attention. They booth looked at me like I was an annoying pest. One of them sat down on the ice cream man’s milk crate and started to take off his boots. “What the fuck you doing?” the other one asked as he reached into the cooler, pulled out a popsicle and peeled the sticky paper back to expose a bright, orange frozen treat. “Getting comfortable - fuck - what you think? And what the fuck you doing?” The other guy just shrugged as he bit off a chunk of the Popsicle and chewed it, which sent a shiver up my spine. How can folks bite into something cold like that? They continued chatting back and forth and I was getting hornier and hornier so I rattled the chains again and spun back and forth a little. My ass needed some attention and now! The guy who sat down was now naked except for his boots that he had put back on. He grunted then growled as he stood back up and came over to me and slapped my face, “What the fuck? Sluts should be seen and not heard, now let me see that ass.” He stepped around and behind me then WHACK! Gave my ass a good smack. My body tensed, the chains shook, I mumbled into the mouth rag. WHACK! “HA - damn! Those white cheeks turn bright red just like that,” He said. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The other came over, “I say we bruise the fag up a bit first. Boss said no limits, but I gotta nutt soon as my balls are bursting and should be good for a couple. What do you think? In answer his friend continued to spank my cheeks - WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The guy in front just laughed, set the now remnants of the Popsicle and stick between his teeth and nursed it like a pacifier as he reached down, unbuttoned his pants and dropped them around his ankles. The angle prevented me from seeing his dick, but I could smell it and that man funk would have made my dick spring right up if it had not been for all the Tina now coursing through me. He stepped closer, smiled, pulled the popsicle stick out of his mouth and with the last bits of orange treat left started to melt it across my nipples in little swirls. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The ass beating continued as my nipples started to get chewed and worked. I could feel his dick now. The head was tapping at my belly button as he jacked his shaft while he hummed and chewed first one nipple then the other. He paused and bit hard and I yelped and cried out into the rag. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He bit down again and started to grind my nipple like a rock of Tina caught between a spoon and the counter. I was whimpering as he opened his mouth wider, taking in more of my flesh, yet always finding his way back to my nipple core. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “There we go - fuck yeah!” the guy behind me said. “Got some nice shades of deep red showing and my rings are leaving hot little purple gouges. Time to bruise that pussy up.” The massive chocolate stick punctured my ass ring and my body went rigid, the chains clanged and banged, my eyes watered up and the bile caught in my throat as the dewy rag would not let me force it out. The guy who had now chewed my nipples raw looked up, paused, laughed, “Yeah, shit stings don’t it? Most pussy tries to tap out as soon as he starts pushing it in, but that’s not an option for you. Here, let me coat them nostrils for you. Make you relax them ass lips so my man can get his thrust on.” The BBC behind me gripped my hips hard, dug his nails into my skin, and pushed his dick deeper into my slop filled hole, “FEEL THAT CUNT GET RIPPED AND SPLIT! WRECKIN IT OPEN ‘N DIGGIN THAT TUNNEL OUT!” The chains were rattling hard now as he started to slam fuck me, “THAT PUSSY HAVING A FIT! CONVULSING ON MY DICK - GO ON - TRY TO CLAMP THAT HOLE SHUT, LET ME BREAK IT OPEN. FUCK THAT’S NASTY - RIGHT LIKE THAT - SEE YOU TRYING TO ARCH THAT BACK, LET ME DIG THEM WALLS - OH YEAH!” My nipples were given a short reprieve as the man in front paused his chewing and said, “Yo, let’s put some more gas in that tank.” The BBC in my ass slid out, I gasped into the rag in my mouth and fidgeted wanting him to put it back in. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I whimpered, my spanker laughed, I then watched his buddy coat up the Popsicle stick with a load of white powder before walking behind me. “OK,” he said, “Pull his cheeks apart a bit bro, let me eye that hole. JESUS NICCA! You shredding it! Let’s see if this sets that fag’s ass on fire.” I cried out more - the noise lost in the rag as he shaved the Popsicle stick into my ass and started digging around with it, coating my hole with Tina while at the same time trying to damage my gut lining. When he was done, and his buddy slammed back in and started fucking fast and furious, the pain was sharp, pointed, intense, and burning. Back in the front, the BBC who had tortured my nipples stood back and stroked his dick. My eyes grew wide at how long and thick it was. “Time for a little DP action bro,” he said as he put his body right in front of mine, wiggled his right hand between my thighs, then placed his dick head just under my balls and when his buddy slammed into me, he shoved his dick forward. I now had a monster BBC fucking my ass and another sliding back and forth right under my balls/between my upper thighs pushing the opposite way. He laughed, “BRO, YOU SHOULD SEE HIS FACE. DON’T THINK THIS BITCH HAS EVER HAD HIS GOUCH FUCKED BEFORE. DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD TWO PUSSIES DID YOU? YOUR GOUCH IS ALL WARM AND SLICK FROM THAT NUTT JUICE DRIPPING OUT YOUR ASS - SLICKING MY DICK UP JUST RIGHT - GETTING ME ALL READY TO BUST A LOAD INSIDE.” My balls were being crushed now by his black wood as he banged me from the front while his buddy continued to stretch my ass. “I’M GONNA FLOOD THIS HOLE, BANGIN THIS BACK, MURDERING THIS PUSSY GOOD,” the BBC fucking me announced, “HELP ME HOLD THE BITCH STILL MAN - LET ME PISTOL WHIP THAT ASS - TAKE THIS BAZOOKA DICK - TAKE THIS A.K.-FUCKIN-47. YOU READY FOR SOME BULLETS? READY TO GET SHOT UP? DRIVE BY SNIPER DICK COMING - GOING TO BLOW YOU THE FUCK UP! BLOW YOU THE FUCK ----AHHH YEAH - BLOWING YOU UP…..” Both dicks picked up the pace as my ass was filled with more chocolate syrup. Hersheys had nothing on me! No sooner had he removed his demon dick from my ass, than his buddy pulled his now wet and slippery dick out from under my balls, reached up, and unhooked the chains. Our three bodies all became somewhat entangled, “Yo man, bend the bitch over first so he can lick my dick clean and taste that strawberry filling I made in that pussy.” He proudly pointed at his dick, “Look at them chunks man! That was some good thick nutt and damn - look there - BIG RED IN THE HOUSE MADE THAT PUSSY SHRED!” The rag was pulled from my mouth and before I could say a word he pushed my head down, “OPEN THAT SLUT MOUTH AND TASTE YOUR PERIOD, SLURP THAT GOOD NICCA NUTT UP WHILE MY BRO STUFFS YOU WITH HIS OWN PERSONAL TAMPON STICK!” I opened my mouth and took as much of his shaft in as I could, but his head was big and dick was thick and before I had time to really loosen my jaws and give his dick its due I tried to rear back. “TIME TO TURN YOU OUT YOU DICK HUNGRY PERV SLUT! FUCKING TEASING ME WITH THAT GOUCH, NOW IT’S MY TURN TO IMPALE YOU WITH SOME - WHAT’D THE BOSS CALL IT? OH YEAH - KOBE BEEF. YOU LIKE THIS BEEF? BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW THIS IS HOW COWS GET THEIR MILK - NICCA BULL DICK MILK. LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON HIS SHIT AND WORK THAT HOLE IF YOU WANT THIS MILK - WORK IT - AW FUCK. TIME TO RAPE THAT PUSSY DEEP. HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT ASS - TAKE THIS BEEF STICK! TAKE THIS BLACK BEEF! YOU JUST A COW FOR THIS BULL DICK - PINK COW PUSSY FOR THIS BLACK BULL - GOOD COW READY. BREED AND SEED INSEMINATION COMING! BULL SPERM COMING SLUT - BULL NUTT DRIPPING - YOU READY TO GET IT? FUCK YEAH FAG BITCH TAKE MY NUTT! MILK THIS DICK! EAT IT UP! SWALLOW THESE BULL BABIES UP THAT PUSSY HOLE! HELL YEAH BLOWING MY LOAD BALLS DEEP - OPENED YOU RIGHT UP - FUCKING NASTY CUM WHORE!” My body was shaking uncontrollably. I started to wonder, was I overdosing on Tina or something? I was standing in the middle of the ice cream truck, legs apart, my hole dripping PING PING PING nutt onto the metal floor. The ice cream man’s two BBC drug enforcers were both lined up at the counter, snorting Tina, and when the chains on my collar and between my wrists started rattling louder they looked at me and laughed. The guy who had fucked me first – the one with the thick 12-incher, said, “Fuck, pussy’s in shock, I got just the fix for that.” He roughly pushed me down on the cardboard covered section of the floor, pushed my cuffed and chained hands forward and grunted as he rammed back in me, “Let’s pack this fudge stick up in that ass. MAKE YOU FEEL THIS ALMOND JOY.” His co-conspirator kicked the milk crate over, sat down, lit a cigarette, adjusted his pants that were still down around his ankles, then held his hand down in front of my face, “Spit on my hand.” I tried and half the spit just ran down my chin as I was body pressed to the floor being rape fucked and with my cuffed arms forced forward could not really make the shot. He just laughed, used his fingers to wipe my chin, then took his slick hand and started stroking his 13-inch dick back to life. “Yo - you about done man?” Mr. 13-inch asked, “I’m ready to tear it up again. Go on my man, let me see you stretch that pussy out. Bang it harder! NAIL THAT PUSSY TO THE FLOOR! HAMMER IT HOME - HAMMER IT - THERE YOU GO NICCA - THERE YOU GO! FUCKIN-A BRO - FUCKIN-A. LEAN INTO THAT SHIT, LEAN INTO IT. STRETCH IT OUT FOR ME, YEAH THAT PUSSY AIN’T SNAPPING BACK ANYTIME SOON. COME ON BRO, NUTT IT UP. NUTT IT UP. HE LIKES THAT ALMOND JOY WITH NUTTS - YEAH HE DOES - BITCH PUSSY FOR NUTT - DIG UP IN THERE! DIG IT OUT! DIG IT! FUCK YEAH BRO!” It was like being at a one-on-one pick up game where I was totally outmatched, the other guy never let control of the ball go, and he had his own cheerleading team to encourage the slaughter. With a final thrust the 12-incher swelled and heaved and poured his load deep. When he withdrew hardly anything ran out as my guts went back into their normal twist and turn shape and held his sticky jizz in. No sooner had he stood up off me and stepped back towards the front of the ice cream truck, then Mr. 13-inch was up off the milk crate, between my legs, and dropping his full weight down onto me. I cried out as his dick felt like it was deep enough to puncture a lung. He adjusted himself, grabbed the back of the leather collar with his left hand, clamped his right hand over my mouth/face, and proceeded to pound the hell out of me. “THIS IS HOW WE DO THOSE HOME INVASIONS,” he explained, letting me in on some of their criminal secrets, or maybe just his twisted fantasy, “WE ROUGH UP THE BITCH BOY PUSSY WHEN WE FOLLOW ONE OF THEM HOME - FIRST SO THEY LEARN ENOUGH TO OBEY. THEN WHEN I’M SURE THE FIGHT’S GONE OUT OF THEM, I SET MY PIECE ON THE NIGHTSTAND SO THEY CAN SEE HOW THINGS COULD GO WHILE MY BRO HERE CHOKES THEM OUT.” He yanks the collar, squeezes his hands tighter, “THOSE PUSSIES TOTALLY RELAX LIKE THAT - ASSES TOO - I CAN EVEN DRY FUCK’EM THAT WAY. COURSE THE HOLE’S NEVER THE SAME AFTER THAT, BUT LIKE I GIVE A SHIT. I GOT WHAT I NEEDED. IF THEY HAPPEN TO START COMING TO BEFORE I FINISH - WELL A QUICK SQUEEZE AND LIGHTS OUT AGAIN BABY OR IF WE KNOW WE GOT TIME WE ALWAYS HAVE A NEEDLE ON HAND WITH A SPECIAL COCKTAIL. WE TURN THE SLUTS OUT - FIND NEW HOLES TO BREAK OPEN - GO DEEPER THAN ANYONE HAS GONE BEFORE - BREED THEM WITH SO MUCH NICCA NUTT I BE THE DADDY AND GRANDADDY.” This was some fucked up shit, but the 12-inch guy was loving it as he now sat on the milk crate, jacking his dick and moaning and groaning and saying, “YES!” like a hiss over and over listening to his buddy twist my tail while he spun a tale. “ONCE IN A BLUE MOON - AND FUCK WE AIN’T FOUND THIS IN FUCKING EVER - WE COME ACROSS A BITCH HOLE THAT PUTS UP A GOOD FIGHT, WANTS IT HARDER, DEEPER, ROUGHER, AND IS WILLING TO LET US TAKE WHAT WE NEED. WHEN WE NEED IT. HOW WE WANT IT. I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE; YES I DO YOU FUCKING FAG PUSSY. YOU KNOW HOW I KNOW? THE HARDER I SQUEEZE YOU MOAN. YOU LIKE THAT SHIT. THE DEEPER MY DICK GOES YOU BUCK YOUR HIPS UP AND BACK. YOU LIKE IT. I CAN TELL YOU NEED THIS. YOU WANT US TO BREAK INTO YOUR HOUSE? BRING A CREW OF HOMIES TO ROUGH YOU UP - FUCK YOU DOWN - SLUT YOU OUT? YEAH YOU DO. COME ON, I NEED TO SHOOT BUT NOT LIKE THIS. NO - I GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL PLANNED BITCH.” Mr. 13-inch climbed off me, stood up, and his buddy reached down and helped me get first onto my knees then to stand up as well. Silent instructions passed between them and while Mr. 13-inch fought with the napkin dispenser and finally pulled the top off and grabbed a handful before he started wiping and dabbing at my puffy hole, the 12-inch dick pointed the way to nirvana - more lines of Tina ready for me to snort. I did a couple, and then did a couple more per their orders. Next I was placed between the two of them facing the 12-inch dicked top as he leaned against one of the coolers. His buddy got behind me, mumbled, stepped to the side, grabbed the milk crate and took some of the cardboard off the floor and flopped it across the top of the crates going lengthwise in the ice cream truck. “Get on your hands and knees on there,” one of them said. I was flying pretty well and between needing more dick and Tina, was surprised I was able to obey. Well I tried. I had to hunch up on the milk crate like some show dog and would have lost my balance completely when Mr. 13-inch got behind me and started spanking my ass if his buddy had not found a way to hold me steady. With my neck firmly set between his legs, the 12-inch dude straddled me and held me in place with some porno wrestling headlock move. I could smell his balls, ass, and had a great view of the tops of the back of his boots. My shoulders were pressed against the front of his thighs and with my hands gripping the outer edge of the crate I actually felt pretty stable. His buddy now slapped my lower back with his hard, 13-inch dick and said, “TIME TO SEE HOW FAR THAT PUSSY ASS WILL STRETCH.” “GOOD KITTY - ARCH THAT BACK - THAT’S RIGHT PUSSY - YOU FEELING THAT SHIT NOW AIN’T YOU?” he said as he squirreled his 13-inches back into my guts asking a question that he clearly knew the answer to. The BBC holding me in the headlock now started slapping his semi-hard dick against the bottom of my neck while his buddy tried to find new angles and depths with which to gut me open. I tried to say something once and got my neck squeezed, so I focused then on just trying to relax and enjoy the ride. Easier said than done. There was a loud banging at the door and a muffled voice - the ice cream man’s nephew - saying, “5 minutes then you’re needed back inside.” The hound was off to the hunt now. “FUCK YEAH MAKING THAT BITCH PUSSY HURT. FUCKING YOU OUT - STRETCHING THAT FAG HOLE WIDE OPEN SO YOU CAN TAKE ALL MY BABIES. YOU TRYING TO BE THAT ON CALL DICK SLUT? THAT WHITE WHORE WE CAN USE, BRUISE, ABUSE, AND NUTT ALL IN ANYTIME WE WANT? LET US FIND NEW WAYS TO FILL YOU WITH DADDY CREAM? TAKE THIS LONG FUCKING DICK - TAKE IT! TAKE THIS LONG FUCKING DICK! ARCH THAT BACK, ARCH IT IF YOU WANT THIS LOAD - ARCH IT SO I CAN BREAK THEM GUTS OPEN AND MARK YOU AS TRUE BBC BITCH SLUT - TRUE BBC HUNGRY WHORE - FUCK YEAH TAKE THIS LOAD!” 30-seconds later I was standing up, bent over, licking the man drippings off his brutal, black, beast. His 12-inch buddy had slammed right back inside me and was fucking like a jack rabbit to bust another nutt before our time was up. With his dick clean, Mr. 13-inch slid a napkin across the cooler, grabbed a Sharpie marker off the shelf by the whiteboard, tapped me on the head and said, “Write down your number and address and not a fucking word to the boss - you understand? My man and I ain’t done with you yet so you can expect maybe a little breaking and entering, home invasion, beat down and rape down, homie gang bang like you was Grand Central Station letting all them big black trains run through your house. You understand?” The latch on the ice cream truck door turned, the napkin was quickly stuffed in a pocket, the ice cream man stepped up as his nephew stayed on the street and held the door open just a crack. “Time’s up boys. Get back inside. There’s shit to slang and work to be done.” Soon I was alone with him and the ice cream man’s hard dick was back inside my wrecked hole. “How was tonight’s dinner service so far? Did you enjoy the first course?” he asked. What the fuck was he talking about? Before I could ask he said, “Why let good, knocked up pussy go to waste?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I have three siblings. My older brother is pretty uptight and we never even played around. He has always been a prude. Fucked my little sister some when we were kids.....we both seemed to like it...but I never was really into chicks a lot. Never had a long fuck session with her.....but she did get a good start on being a pretty slutty cum dump for a while. Never had sex with my younger brother until we were both well out of school. He is very well hung...and loves to top. My first time with him is still a wonderful fuck-memory. It seemed like we went at it for hours.....he had pretty good staying power......and recovered quickly after he shot a load.....for several months we fucked near daily......we still get together from time to time....but he is married now and his hubby is not a huge fan of interfamily fucking.