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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 flap 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 flap 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 flap, 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 flap 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 flap 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 flap 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.

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.

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 … 🐷

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.

Growing up I didn't know my father he had left my slut mom before I was born. Growing up with my mom was challenging to say the least bjt it's did give me a chance to learn to appreciate cock. I ended up bi not gay I ended up getting a girl pregnant and we married .luckily my wife doesn't only not mind me being with other men but enjoys seeing mr getting fucked by them. I was in my mid twenties when I finally met my father. I knie many people will think this is weird but after hearing my mom talk about what sex with my dad had been like several times i har a deep desire to experience it myself. To my fortune not only waw my dad bi he was also very kinky and on the day after our first meeting I found myself facedown byured in my pillow as he pounder me with his rather unique cock. We didn't see each other all that often in the following years but every time we did i ended up letting him use me. He was every bit as good a lover as my mom had said but he was also one of the few men that I let take me bare as he refused to wear condoms A few years ago his dislike o condoms came back to haunt him as he tested positive after a trip to Vegas. He went on neds and was soon undetectable and the next time we saw each other I didn't hesitate to let him fuck me. It all changed again a few months ago my dad was going to ve on a trip to L.A while i was going to be there on business and thought it would ve nice to surprise him as my son was coming with me as a graduation gift it should be even better as they had never met. When we got to the house my dad was staying he actually answered the door in only a towel and was indeed surprised to see us. Though he happily invited us in. As I introduced my son my dad let the towel fall loose revealing his body. He is in his mid fifties but has the body of a man half his age.with toned muscles and tanned skin. His most distinctive feature is his cock even semi hard as he was it was distinctive. It's long a bit over twelve inches but thin just a bit thicker than one large magic marker and when it was hard i was very very hard and veiny. My son actually blushed a little seeing his grandfather like that but he also could keep from looking but then neither could I. Dad was happy to see us and said it was a good surprise but when I reached down to play with his cock when we hugged he stepped a back and said we needed to talk. I asked what room my son would have and sent him to find it so dad and I could talk. Once alone I could see dad was uncomfortable. After a few minutes he told me thjs wasn't just a normal business trip for him in fact wasn't about business at all. He told me that he had stopped his meds just over a month before and had come to L.A to see how many guys he could breed and knock up. So far in the week and a half he had been in town he had already bread 7 guys and he even had another that was going to be coming over very soon that's why he had just taken a shower. I was more than a little shocked not only of what he was doing but his he was so calm and straight forward about it. Getting HIV had always been my biggest fear I had always gone to any length to be safe onmy letting a handful of men i really really trusted fuck me bareback even though I love it. Unfortunately I had a bad reaction to prep so I still had to use condoms almost all the time. That men were not only not worried about it but would come to my dad knowing he would poz him was shocking to me I couldn't imagine doing that. After we talked a bit more I went to find the room I'd be staying in and my son and I decided to go out to dinner so that dad would have the place free for when his friend showed up. We had a good time and I even told my son what dad had told me about why he was in town and I coukd see my son was as shocked as I was. But we were both tired for the day and flight and needed to go back to dads place for some sleep we had been gone for a few hours so we figured dad and his friend should be done by then. When we got there we saw we were right the man who had been coming up to the house was gone but we saw another guy had come over and was kissing dad on the couch. I didn't get a great look at him but coukd see he was young nearly as young as my son and very handsome in a fem way and I couldn't believe a guy like him had come to my dad to be deliberately pozzed The room I would be staying in was right next to my dads and as I was settling into the bed I heard my dad and his most recent friend go into his room. The rooms walls were just thin enough that I could hear almost everything. My dad is always very vocal during sex and so was his current playmate. As I lay there listening I found myself getting hard and I don't know what I found hotter the guy begging almost bleeding for my dads toxic seed or hearing my dad telling him what he was going to do to him and found myself jerking off as I listened. I ended up cumming as I heard my dad tell him to get ready for his load and shot a huge load same time as dad did. The next day we spent some time together and my son started ti get to know his grandfather but that night we had to make ourselves scarce again as he had another friend comming over. I again found myself listening through the wall as I heard him poz the third guy in less than two days and again I couldn't help bet jerk off as I listened. But this time as I fell asleep I found myself thinking about it being me he just cummed in The next morning when I woke up I was still a little groggy and was stretching out on the bed when I heard my dad in the next room he was asking if someone was sure this is what they wanted I heard a quieter voice murmer something in relpy. I was surprised he had had another friend come by so early but felt my cock start to get hard as I got ready to hear my dad knock up another guy. I started to rub my cock as it stiffened waiting to hear them begin when I heard a gasp telling me dad had as usual just jammed his cock all the way in from the start then I heard something that made me freeze. Through the wall I heard " oh fuck grandpa that hurts" I couldn't belive what I was hearing my son is gay sure but he had only done anal once and that was just a short time before with a guy he knew very well being scared of STDs was one of the main reasons he hadn't done more and here he was letting my poz dad fuck him. When I realized what was happening i got pissed and was starting to get up to stop them when I heard my dad start to co.fort him and I froze again. And just listened as dad went from comforting to the more aggressive man I knew I knew i should go stop them what my son was doing would drastically change his whole life . But as I heard him start asking dad for more and harder I realized I wouldn't try to stop anything. This time I couldn't just sit in my room and listen I had to see what was happening so I left my room and walked to my dads door. The door was open and I saw them on the bed their backs were slightly turned from me but I could see my dad behind my son who was on his knees his face pressed into the mattress and dad was delivering hard long strokes pulling his long cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. My son was moaning softly and grunting while me dad was becoming more vocal. He has always been into talking dirty and degrading the guys he fucked. As I stood there watching he was calling my son a little fag and bitch among other things. I kept rubbing my cock as i leaned against the door watching them fuck l. After a few minutes my dad told him he was about to cum and would knock him up. For sure I expected my son to panic at that point and ask him to stop or pull out instead he practically begged for my dad to poz him. Then with a load grunt I coukd tell my dad had stared to cum his dick buried deep in my boy tight ass and I saw my son staring to cum hands free at the same time. Part 2 coming soon

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.

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.

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.

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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.”

I don’t disagree. But historically nearly all shootings have been right wingers. Sadly, it’s been changing lately.

This is a real story of a real encounter last weekend with a guy I've been seeing every few weeks. Enjoy. I'd love to hear how this compares to some of your experiences - slutty bottoms please form a line. --- I knock on the door. I hear him walking to the door, my heart races. He opens the door, smiles, and welcomes me inside. So of course I go right in. He closes the door and pushes me into the wall. Kisses me. Undresses me. Pushes me on my knees. At this point I pull his pants down and take a hand to his already semi hard cock. After a few moments, and without a word exchanged, I run my tongue up his cock, and feel it twitch. I can't resist tasting him. Once I have, I can't get enough. So I roll my tongue really slowly around it for a bit and eventually let him slowly slide into my mouth, as far as I can take him, and I eagerly suck him until he gets rock hard. Doesn’t take very long. Btw, feeling a guy get hard for you in your mouth is ridiculously hot. We make it slowly to his bed with a few pit stops along the way. Clothes kinda scattered everywhere. Once we're in bed, I get back to business for a bit with my mouth until he pulls me up. He wants to fuck me, and does not waste much time on anything else. I don’t put up much of a fight. I want it bad too. I let him lay down, climb on top, and slide myself down on him. Usually takes me a few minutes to get used to him, he’s really hung. More so than most guys I meet. But eventually I do and manage to take every inch, and I become overwhelmed by this and the idea that once again I’m letting this guy have his way with me and start riding him. Once I'm used to him inside me, I bounce on his cock like its my job. I’m apparently good at this. He loves it. Here and there I lean and kiss him, he puts his hands on my hips and pushes in from below. We do this until he decides to flip me over and put my legs on his shoulders. He is less gentle now because he knows I’m into it. He fucks me hard. We stay here for awhile too. He lasts so fucking long. He continues to fuck me like this mercilessly until I cum, without a hand laid on me. I find this exceptionally hot and I end up shaking and cumming all over myself and him. Then he flips me on my side and continues to fuck me hard, slow, and as deep as he can from behind me. He’s a big fan of this position. So am I. It’s easy on me, and lets him in super deep. We stay in this position for as long as he can last. I am a submissive mess by this point and I’m clenching the sheets and my eyes are rolled back in my head, and I’m letting out a slutty moan and the occasional “fuck yes keep going”. I manage to look back at him just as its becoming almost too much to take and right about then he starts twitching and his breathing changes and pushes in real deep and without a fucking word cums hard inside me. Rope after rope. Makes me a creamy mess and I can absolutely feel him filling me up, which is rare for me. That sends me right over the edge every time into a second shaking, blushing, uncontrollable orgasm. And no - we never ever use condoms anymore. Not even a discussion. Once he started taking me raw (all but the first time we met, even then the condom ended up breaking) I just gave in and now I'm his little cum slut. Take a break. Chat. Smoke some weed. Then he pushes me back into bed and gives me another quick hard fuck and cums in me again. He can't get enough, and I'm desperate for his loads (which he absolutely knows). Now it’s running down my leg and he likes that too, all his and claimed, slutted out. We lay there for a bit and I love feeling his cum run out of me. I leave as much as I can inside. A few good boys, little aftercare, some water, a nice hug and a kiss, and I’m on my way. Until next time.

My first husband insisted on monogamy even though we had both been very promiscuous up until that point. After six years, we decided to try being open. He quickly discovered how much he enjoyed watching me take loads and then fucking my cummy hole. After a few years, he had to be a couple of hours away taking care of his sick mother a few days each week, and we started to play separately. Our intimacy and connection never suffered from being open although he eventually died after a stroke.

The fat black man fucking me indicated he was about to cum. His equally fat black cock was tearing me up and I loved it. The bathhouse was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. I was hunched over a fuck bench holding on for dear life as the raw fucker battered and buttered my hole with his load. A faint wave of guilt interrupted my pleasure at being bred when I thought of my boyfriend Chet who at the moment was discussing the latest Mark Kurlansky book at his weekly book club meeting. He had no idea I spent my Tuesdays hunting down loads at any number of adult establishments. The guy pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his half hard cock shiny with lube and cum swinging heavily below his gut. Before I could decide whether to stay or go the old guy in the corner who had been jerking off to the show made up his mind. He stepped up and slipped his cock into my well used hole. He was not as big as the black guy but plenty big enough. I moaned as he eased himself into a slow fuck. Then a voice from the dark shattered my idyll. "Well look who we have here," Brad, one of Chet's best friends sauntered up to me from out of the shadows. Fuck!!! Brad was a big oaf of a man, red blonde and furry. I had always been curious about him, wondered what he was packing. Unfortunately I was about to find out. He stood in front of me his big legs wide, arms crossed, a shit eating grin on his malicious face. I was not exactly trapped but I was loathed to push the old man off me before I got his load and besides I was already busted now all I could do is wait to find out the cost of my betrayal. "Sooo...," Brad drawled, "while the hubby is off chatting about the best seller list and drinking wine spritzers you're here getting your slut hole filled." He was right but I had to try to get out of this. Unfortunately my sex addled and desperate brain was not up to the task. I tried to bluff, " It's not what it looks like." Of course it was exactly what it looked like. "This is my first time. I was curious, please don't tell Chet." I was yammering on but Brad cut me off. "Don't insult my intelligence buddy. I might look like a ditch digger but my brain works just fine. I saw your piece of crap Tacoma when I pulled in here." Hey, my crazy brain protested inwardly, my truck was not a piece of crap. "You know Mark that works the counter? We go way back. I still throw him a bone once in a while and by bone I mean I fuck him. The guy has no discretion, gotta mouth like a fish wife. He says you are in here every Tuesday without fail. Says he even fucked you once on a break. Soooo...you gonna stick with your bullshit story?" The old guy was still fucking me even as he soaked in all Brad had to say. He chuckled at the last line. I did not know what to say so I remained quiet. Brad moved closer, his groin so close but not touching. I tried not to look but his bloated meat was so hard to resist. It was big and pink and tasty looking. My pride, what little I had left kept me from reaching for it. He trailed a big mitt down my back to my ass, kneading my cheeks and pulling them apart so the guy fucking me could get in deeper. "We always wondered, me and the guys that is, what your hole would feel like. You're a good looking man. I never imagined I'd have a shot with you, nope not in a million years." His hands kept moving. "Not you with your GQ looks, $200 shoes and vintage ties." The guys did tend to give me a lot of grief over my 'fancy' cloths and expensive hair cuts. "But look at you, under that glossy refined exterior is just another slut cum dump begging for loads. I started to protest, again he shut me up. "Don't even!", he cut himself off by roughly grabbing my chin so he could look me in the eye. "I've been watching you this whole time. I saw you get fucked through a glory hole. And what about that fat slob that just seeded your hole and this geezer." He gestured at the old man who was still banging away. "No offense intended." The old man cackled, "None taken. I fucked this guy before. I ain't never seen him turn down a dick." "Cut the crap and just admit you are a cum dump." "No load refused," added the old man laughing heartily and sounding like a craigslist ad. I slumped in defeat. My secret was out. "Okay Gramps," Brad was taking charge," time for you to breed this bitch. I've got plans for his ass and they don't include you." "Alright, alright," the old man huffed, " getting close, so close." Then he let out a long squeaky moan and I knew he was getting his nut. Also I recognized the moan. He had fucked a load into my ass more than once. He was probably a Tuesday night regular also. I rarely bother to turn and look at the guys fucking me on the bench. I love the sleazy anonymity of it. The geezer pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "Have fun boys, looks like you two have some catching up to do." He wandered off throwing a wave over his shoulder, "See you next Tuesday." Bastard! I tried to get off the bench but Brad was having none of it. I settled back down too afraid of him to argue. "You just get comfy. We are waiting for someone." "Who! Who are we waiting for?" I started to panic fearing he had called Chet. "Is it...is it..."I was so breathless I couldn't even say his name. "Calm down buddy. It's not Chet. Just a mutual friend looking forward to getting to know you better and I mean that in the Biblical sense." Oh shit that could only be one person, Brad's pal, the biggest asshole in the metropolitan area, BJ." And as if on cue he stepped into the room a smile so big on his face I thought his jaw might split and fall off. BJ, one of the guys, was one of Chet's oldest friends. They went to high school together and I think that was the only thing they had in common. Chet was too much of a sweetheart to tell BJ to get lost and BJ liked Chet's liquor cabinet too much to exit the scene. BJ was not even his real name. He earned it by getting caught twice in high school receiving blow jobs from classmates in the restroom. BJ was every bit as big as Brad but where Brad was bearish BJ was big boned and raw skinned with hard spare muscles and without an ounce kindness in his ugly mug. He reminded me of Willem Dafoe. I detested him. He was a lazy creep, always skirting the law and his mouth was always spouting invective. BJ was one of the few men (him and Trump) that I had no desire to see his package. Every other guy on the planet, even the lowliest, grossest slob, I have to wonder about his his dick. I mean when its poking through a gloryhole what does it matter. Not BJ though. It was not his body I objected to, it was him. "Hey GQ," BJ's nickname for me, "fancy meeting you here. Enjoying yourself?" He walked around me his eyes roaming over my body greedily. I remained quiet. "You are being rude GQ. Hogging the fuck bench like this. Why don't you hop off and give one of these other fags a go." There was no one else in the room but us. They each took and arm and helped me off. I have to admit my legs were a little wobbly. Recent events had over taken my stability and reality. They guided me over to a wide padded bench and sat me in between them. "You know GQ every time I look at that pretty face of yours I have the same damn thought. I'm a fucking broken record." He slapped my knee, hard. My flinch only served to widen his already ridiculous smile. "You want to know what it is?" I shook my head. "Oh come on, aren't you a teensy weensy bit curious." His grip on my knee became painful. "Okay, okay," I gave in trying to push his hand off my knee. "Tell me." Now I should point out I am not exactly a 90lb weakling. I am 6'2'', 175lbs, but both these guys had a couple inches on me and way more muscle. BJ was terrifyingly strong. "When I look at you," he snarled, "I want to feel that arrogant face of yours pushing into my ass." God no! He wants me to eat his ass. Now don't get me wrong. I am a devoted ass eater and the hairier the better but fucking BJ. NO WAY! It would be too demeaning, too gross. He could see the refusal in my face. I looked him the eye and I have never seen a more disgusted and hateful expression. "I know what you think of me GQ. I know you think you are better than me. That I am trash, that I only use people for what I can get. And who knows you might be right but I am not the one that just got caught cheating on his boyfriend and not only cheating but whoring out his hole to anybody with a heartbeat and a hard-on so you tell me old pal who's trash now? Which one of us is on the moral high ground?" My heart lurched. He was right. I did think I was better than him but was I really? BJ did not give me any more time to ponder the issue. "Don't worry about it sport," he ruffled my hair like I was a five year old. "I am totally willing to come down to your level, your lying cheating morally corrupt level. You can keep cheating on your boyfriend like you want and I am going to blackmail your ass...so I can get into your ass. You can keep your happy Martha Fucking Stewart life with preppy little Chet but on Tuesday nights you're mine. And Brad's of course." He gave Brad a friendly punch on the shoulder. I had to make one last attempt at getting out of this. "C'mon Brad you are better than this," I pleaded. "Don't let this asshole lead you into something you will regret. Brad shook his head but with no regret. "Sorry bud, this is a dream come true." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled us closer and despite the agony my soul was in I noticed how damn good he felt. "I have jerked off too many times dreaming of this moment and there is no way in hell I am letting it slip by. Besides you know, deep down, you want this. Hell I notice you checking out my package all the time." He had me there. I spent many a social gathering staring at his crotch trying to decide if he was cut or not. BJ interrupted. "Enough jibber jabber, my ass isn't going to eat itself." Two seconds later I was on my back staring up at BJ's hairless and wrinkled pucker. He pressed his hole to my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. He wiggled his ass back and forth, the silky weight of his sack caressing my chin. "Time to get busy GQ. I am not going to say it again. Either your tongue goes up my hole or I get my cell to call Chet." I gave in and pushed my tongue out. A few licks and his hole opened up like a spring flower. A few more licks and I was in deep and god help me he tasted so good. My cock was rock hard. My cum dump instinct took over and I was busy trying to push my head up his ass. I couldn't believe I was eating BJ's ass and loving it. I hated him but could not get enough of his hole. I could hear Brad talking to someone. Then I heard, "Go ahead and fuck him. He's not going anywhere." A moment later I felt the head of a cock rubbing up and down my asshole. When he paused I pushed out and managed to get it in me. "God damn," the guy swore, "he's a hungry bottom ain't he." Then he slammed the rest of his cock into me and I was breathless for a moment with both the pain in my ass and the lack of available air due to BJ grinding his hole hard in my face. I had no complaints. Except for being caught out life was fucking great. I had a raw anonymous cock in my ass and tasty asshole to feast on. There was nothing to do but enjoy. The top did not last long. He shot his load and departed but was immediately replaced by another and I wondered if it was Brad. Turns out it was not. Brad wanted my hole good and loaded before he had his way with me. BJ did not seem in any hurry to disengage his hole from my tongue so I settled in for a long rimming session. When I did get a break I asked the guys if they had any poppers. I was in total slut mode now. "You continue to shock me GQ," said BJ. "Be right back." He headed off towards the lockers but not before suggesting to Brad that I might be more comfortable in a sling. I followed Brad to the sling room not bothering to hide my eagerness. He patted the sling gesturing me to get in. Shyly I asked him if I could suck his dick before he fucked me. I still felt awkward about the situation but Brad's cock was even more beautiful than I had imagined and I could not wait to taste it. He shook his head as he pushed me into the sling, pulled my legs up and fastened the shackles to my ankles. "You're gonna be sucking my dick a lot. Don't worry your pretty head about that. You and my meat are going to get very well acquainted but right now its not about what you want and what I want is to see you fucked raw. I want to hear you beg for my meat in your cheating slut hole." BJ soon reappeared tossing me the little brown bottle. He had even thoughtfully removed the annoying plastic seal. I immediately took a hit and felt my hole pulse with the chemical high. As much as I hated BJ I wanted him to fuck me more than anyone. He teased my hole with his cock backing away every time I tried to get him inside. He was loving it and to be honest so was I. "Beg for it," he insisted," tell me what a piece of shit slut you are." "Please fuck me BJ, please. I want your load so bad." "What's my name?" his voice turned harsh and he gave my nut sack a smack. I flinched and started over over. I was too slow in responding with his real name. "David," I gasped when he menaced my balls again sending shivers of pain through my body. "I'm a lying, worthless cum dump that doesn't deserve your load David." I shouted. "It's too good for me but I need it." I rambled on doing a shit job I am sure but I knew he was going to fuck he just wanted to humiliate me first. I didn't care. I wanted cock. Luckily I managed a hit of poppers as he slammed his full length into me. It was brutal but felt so fucking good. It was a hate fuck and I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of blasting off. Losing all self esteem and I pulled at BJ trying get him close enough for a kiss. His look of disgust only served to make my cock harder. "You really are pathetic," he spit before pressing his lips to mine and exploring my gums with his tongue. I kissed him greedily trying to make sure every inch of his rampant cock was lodged in my greedy hole. When he shot his load my bliss went into overdrive. His ugly mug contorted and his muscles strained as he concentrated on his nut making sure I was fully bred and loaded. He pulled out too soon offering Brad a turn. Brad mounted me quickly and BJ came to my side to have his cock cleaned. Brad was a fun fuck, his boyish smile never leaving his lips as he watched me clean cum and ass juice off my rival. Instead of breeding me Brad went to my other side and pushed his cock into my mouth. BJ surprised me by bending over to share giving Brad a blow job. When the orgasm came BJ took most of the jizz but then pushed it into my mouth. We shared a cummy kiss snowballing Brad's load. My cock was a hair trigger at this point. As soon as Brad put his lips to my cock I exploded. I moaned into BJ's mouth and spit frothed cum dribbled out as the most extreme orgasm I had yet to experience shattered my body. Brad joined us for a three way kiss so share my load. Brad and BJ helped me out of the sling and we all headed for the showers in silence. I had no idea what to say or how I should feel. What I did know was that I wanted these two men again. I wanted them to use me as they saw fit. As we all dressed I turned to BJ. "Next Tuesday," It was a question. Grabbing his bag he shrugged. "I'll think about it," but the wink told me my hole was going to get well acquainted with BJ's cock. I stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way home and bought Chet a $200 gift card.

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

Part 3 "Now we're going to take care of your useless cock." Mike opened my chastity device and removed it. The Master said, "Well, well, we have a really pathetic little cock here, a nice Tina dick, just as it should be for a cum whore. It couldn't be much smaller." Mike grabbed my little boy clit, squirted some gel into the piss slit, and pushed the new cage over my cock. The cage was no longer than 1" and had a hollow metal tube that was now pushed really deep into my cock. After a while, I felt something being pushed past my prostate deep inside me. The opening of the tube on the cage was closed with a screw. "It has to be done," said Mark, "otherwise your limp little dick would get everything covered in slime. We've sealed you up for now. Your worthless horny juice will continue to build up, and when the pressure gets too high, it will all empty into your bladder." Just as I was ready, another fucker suddenly stood between my legs. It was Tom, tall, muscular, and dangling between his legs was a huge, low-hanging ballsack with huge balls in it and a thick, fat black cock that was just getting hard. His thick, fat glans was especially noticeable. In a few moments, his cock was rock hard. 11.5 inches of rock-hard stallion cock aimed right at my whore cunt. Mike now pressed two fat crystals of T into his piss slit. The Master now stepped to my side and released one of my wrists from its restraints. He tied my arm with a band, found a vein, and just a few seconds later I felt a prick. "Welcome, my new Tina whore.""Slam you straight with 0.6, then you'll know right away where you belong, you slut." Then he injected the contents of the syringe into my vein. He released the band around my arm and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to take several deep breaths and then a wave of heat ran through my body and my horniness reached an absolute peak. Immediately after the syringe was removed, Tom pulled the huge plug out of my cunt and brutally thrust his cock into my hole. He penetrated me with one thrust, going balls deep. I felt the T in his piss slit deep inside me. Tom fucked me hard with deep, fast, and hard thrusts. "Ah, what a tight, hot, cum-filled tina cum whore cunt," Tom shouted. I felt like I was being split in half, but still I begged my Stallion, "harder, harder, please fuck me harder." Tom increased the pace and hardness of his thrusts, and after 5 minutes, he pumped a fat load of his cum right into my hole. "Don't worry, my little cum whore, I don't need a break and I'm going to fuck a few more loads of my black POZ cum right into your cunt." No sooner said than done, Tom continued to fuck me non-stop, grabbing my nipples hard.

Same here. Really need to eat my top's ass and hopefully drink his piss!

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Dan's fingers curled tighter around the key in his pocket, the metal biting into his palm as he entered the apartment. It had been five weeks now since the meds had been locked away. The risk was getting real. He should really call it off he thought. But when he entered and saw Jimmy wearing only shorts, his cock already tenting in them, the time didn't seem right. Jimmy beckoned him into his bedroom and proceeded to undress Dan, neither of them saying a word. Jimmy removed his shorts and guided Dan to assume the position to be rimmed, tossing him a bottle of poppers. Dan felt like he was on automatic pilot as Jimmy worshiped his hole with tongue and fingers. More so as Jimmy pressed his raw poz cock inside Dan, slowly and smoothly pushing against his second hole, then breaching it with the head before starting stroking slowly in and out. Jimmy moved Dan through several positions, before finally cumming deep inside while spooning Dan. He left his cock inside after cumming, while Dan wanked out his load. "Why did you get your tat?" Dan asked, breaking their silence. "A few reasons," Jimmy said, "One, it makes me feel hot. Two I don't have to deal with guys to freaked to take a poz dick in public places like the baths. And three, it helps me identify guys who are turned on by it." "Because you like pozzing them." Dan stated simply. "I do," Jimmy replied, "it's such a turn on. And besides, it feels like a good deed." At this Jimmy's cock twitched in Dan's ass. Jimmy's words hung in the air like a challenge. The bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the sheer curtains, felt suddenly stifling. Jimmy's chest rose and fell steadily beneath him, his breath warm against Dan's neck. The biohazard tattoo, a stark black symbol over Jimmy's heart, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a constant reminder of the choice Dan was being asked to make. "How many have their been?" Dan wanted to know. "Ten," Jimmy whispered, the word lingering on his tongue. "Including Carl and Craig. Jason has eleven to his credit, since he pozzed me. I begged him to after watching him poz fuck a shared trick." Jimmy's smirk was almost imperceptible, but it was there, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You make it sound like a competition," Dan said. Jimmy murmured, his voice low and husky. "It's not about numbers, Dan. It's about... freedom. About shedding the fear and embracing what we are." Dan closed his eyes, the weight of Jimmy's words pressing down on him. He could feel the other man's cock still buried deep inside him, a constant, throbbing presence that seemed to echo the rhythm of his own conflicted heart. The key in the pocket of his discarded trousers felt like a burden, a symbol of the control he thought he had, but now, in this moment, it felt like a lie. "Freedom," Dan repeated, the word feeling foreign on his lips. "And what about the ones who don't want it? The ones who run?" Jimmy's hand slid up Dan's torso, his touch both soothing and possessive. "They're not ready," he said simply. "And that's their choice. But for those who are... it's a blessing. A chance to live without the chains of fear." Dan's breath hitched as Jimmy's fingers traced the line of his pecs, sending shivers down his body. He wanted to believe it, wanted to surrender to the allure of that freedom. But the key in his pocket was a constant reminder of the consequences, of the lives he could change with a single decision. "And you?" Dan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about you, Jimmy? What do you want?" Jimmy's green eyes locked onto his, intense and unreadable. "I want what I've always wanted," he said, his voice steady. "To live. To feel. To be desired. And to give that desire back to others." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the conflict within him reaching a fever pitch. He could feel Jimmy's cock twitch inside him, a silent plea, a demand for an answer. "And me?" Dan asked, his voice breaking. "What do you want from me?" Jimmy's hand cupped the back of Dan's neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was both tender and desperate. "I want you to choose," he whispered against Dan's lips. "Not out of fear, but out of desire. I want you to want this, Dan. To want me to poz you. To want us to poz you." Dan's eyes fluttered closed as Jimmy's lips trailed down his jaw, his neck, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel the other man's desire, a tangible force that seemed to envelop him, pulling him under. The key in his pocket felt like a distant memory, the weight of it fading as Jimmy's mouth worked its magic. "Choose me, Dan," Jimmy murmured, his breath hot against Dan's ear. "Choose us. Choose the freedom we can offer each other." Dan's hands clenched into fists, the sheets tangling between his fingers as he struggled to find his voice. The conflict within him was a storm, raging and unrelenting. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the walls he had built around himself begin to crumble. "I..." Dan started, his voice hoarse. "I don't know if I can..." Jimmy's hand tightened on the back of his neck, his touch both gentle and commanding. "You can," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want to. I can feel it, Dan. I can feel your desire. Let go. Let me in." Dan's breath caught in his throat as Jimmy's lips captured his once more, the kiss deep and demanding. He could feel the other man's need, a raw, primal force that seemed to mirror his own. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed him. As their lips parted, Dan's eyes met Jimmy's, the conflict within him still raging, but muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. Jimmy's hand slid down his body, his fingers tracing the lines of Dan's muscles, his touch both possessive and worshipful. "Say it, Dan," Jimmy whispered, his voice a low rumble. "Say you want this. You know you do want it." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the words caught in his throat. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the last of his resistance melt away. "I want you to poz me," Dan whispered, the words a confession, a surrender. "I want this." Jimmy's smile was triumphant, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He pulled Dan down into another kiss, their bodies moving in sync, the rhythm of their passion building once more. As their bodies moved together, Dan felt a sense of freedom he had never known, a release from the chains of fear and doubt that had held him back for so long. Jimmy's cock now thrusting deep inside him once again a constant reminder of the choice he had made, the desire he had embraced. And as they moved towards the edge, towards the precipice of pleasure, Dan felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The conflict within him was still there, but it was muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. In that moment, as their bodies climaxed together, Dan knew that he had made the right choice. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed them both.

yeah -- as a top I'll say I love the sluts. sliding into cum filled ass or pussy, yes please. ive fucked holes loose enough to where it felt like I was just humping the air, but I always get that load worked out in them. Plus it's fun if I go to a cumdump event on sniffes or whatever, walking in and not knowing what kind of hole I'm going to cum in, the mystery of it, will they be tight? loose? cum filled? tested and clean or a true mystery hole not knowing if they have anything, all of it gets me throbbing

I became a cum-addicted drug-fueled sex addict...and this is my story... Back around 2008 I traveled a lot for business and...truth be told...I was drinking a fair amount and getting super-horny while travelling on the road. About this time, I really started to uncover my sexuality, and I started to realize I am very much bisexual (more like polyamorous or hyper sexual…basically I will have sex with just about anyone). I started cruising and looking to hook up on the road on apps like Craigslist (initially) and Adam4Adam…exploring my sexuality, especially the oral bottom side of me. Wind the clock forward to today and I am mostly a top attracted to smaller, (much) younger, and twinkier guys and/or trans. I started looking for guys that needed a good blowjob or an ass to fuck. I was more bottom back in the early days (but I have demonstrated I am certainly Li lol versatile). I would often arrange to have guys stop by my hotel room to find the door open, lights down low, me naked and either kneeling and blindfolded…or ass up in bed. I developed a real fetsih for sucking and getting fucked by big black cocks (I’m a medium-sized white guy). There were many hot stories from this time period…mostly traveling the east coast and places like North Carolina and Atlanta (where there were lots of horny black guys looking to fuck a hungry white ass). I hosted many anonymous men for hook-ups...including a few gang bangs and once the running of a train on my turned out asshole. I was mostly an oral bottom but did enjoy the asses of a few smooth twinks now and then. I have a real penchant for young, smooth, skinny twinks and femboys. Later, in 2014 I changed jobs with even more travel and it took me to the San Diego area for long stays. It was during some of those late nights looking for hook-ups that I started seeing guys up late partying, and it was then that I met for the first time a guy who was parTying….and I fell in love with it right from that first experience. I hope you don’t mind me sharing my history and my partying stories. I enjoy reliving some of this past…as it takes me right back to those horny sessions and let’s me re-live the drug-fueled scene in my brain. And so with that…here is chapter 1 of Diary of a CumsluT Chapter 1 - The First Time I met him on-line….making a connection around 10pm on a Tuesday night on Adam4Adam (these were the days of Craigslist and A4A….years before Grindr). His profile said “hung bbc parTy top” and I was immediately interested…especially since I already had given two anonymous blowjobs that evening in my hotel room and I was horny to get fucked. After some back and forth I invited him to stop by my hotel room. I was in the North San Diego area and in town on business all week. Luckily tomorrow was a light work day so I could hunt for cock and not worry about staying up too late...man was that a bad idea! He said he would bring parTy supplies and some toys…and I agreed but didn’t fully understand what that meant. I was already naked, shaved smooth, and cleaned out by the time he arrived…a muscular black man that was confident and in control….a subtle air of dominance. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees after he arrived and settled into my room…unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down to expose a dirty bulging jockstrap. He also pulled out his backpack to unpack and organize a variety of supplies on the desk as I fondled and kissed at his bulge….lube, poppers, several dildos, a few different sized butt plugs, and then a shaving kit which turned out to hold his party supplies…which included a torch, glass pipe and a small baggie of white crystalline powder. He asked if I had some good porn to watch and I pulled up a few gay porn sites for him on my laptop, watching with curiosity as he loaded up the glass pipe with a few large shards of the white crystals from the baggie and fired up the pipe with the small torch...slowly melting the shards and slowly creating a white smoke within the bulb of the glass pipe. He first demonstrated by taking a hit if the pipe, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as he smiled from the rush...and then showed me how to hit the pipe and blow a big cloud. The rush was instantaneous...and intense. Even as I was exhaling and blowing my first cloud out from my lungs I blurted out…"can I buy some of this from you before you leave?" I was in love with Tina from that first hit as my head spun and I immediately felt like Superman...a very horny Superman. After 3 hits I was flying and hungry for sex as I began to rub the growing lump in his bulging crotch. It wasn’t long before he was pressing down on my shoulders and I suddenly found myself on my knees…face to face with his large bulging crotch. I pressed my face into the bulge off of his jockstrap and inhaled his dark masculine musk through my nose...causing my cock to twitch and leak a drip of pre-cum. I began loaning and mewling with a hungry desire and instantly became his sweet little submissive cocksucker in that moment, rubbing my face into his hard bulge and blowing my warm breath into his well-filled jockstrap…licking at the growing wet spot in the soft cotton pouch from his leaking cock... I had become a sweet little cocksucker hungry to be fed. After a few more hits on the pipe and swapping shotguns as he forced his cloud into my lungs….i began a very lengthy, very focused cocksucking session…a session like none-other before as i was never so focused or motivated to suck cock and give pleasure as I was in that moment…high on Tina and kneeling in that darkened hotel room…kneeling between this dom black god’s muscular, spread open legs. I was exactly where I was meant to be. He began to flip through some hardcore gay porn and would occasionally take a big slow hit of the pipe. I was flying high on meth for the first time and totally focused on this black god’s snake of a 10-inch cock…my warm wet mouth sucking on his foreskin and kissing on that smooth plump head, my tongue licking at the length of his veiny shaft and my lips stretching to take in the girth of this large black cock that was now standing at full attention in my face and in mouth…working the fat, engorged plum-sized head with extra diligence…making it wet with spit with a nice tongue-bath and using my lips and tongue to worship the sensitive frenulum underneath his bloated glans, licking and sucking on the fat meaty helmet-shaped knob. “Yeah boy…get to work now. I’m gonna lie back and enjoy your mouth and throat for awhile!”, he mumbled as his hands came down into my field of vision and I pulled my head back so that he could apply a thick silicone cock ring around his hard cock and bloated balls...making his cock even stiffer and making it jut out even more pronounced and veiny…and his big egg-shaped balls bulging in their nutsack...just as I like them...the cockring causing his ripe nuts to bulge…over-ripe and bloated full of man-seed…readying themselves to be relieved of their thick creamy load right down my sucking gullet. I was also being motivated by this black stud's responsive groans, soft grunts, and the low moans issuing from deep in his throat above me as I began to go to work with my lips, tongue, and warm mouth. Every 5 minutes or so I would hear the torch fire as he took another hit…lazily hitting the pipe and watching porn as he got his big snake of a cock sucked by his new little cocksucking bitch…me!. And so I began a lengthy cock worshipping session...several times raising my head up to lock lips so he could shotgun his exhaled cloud into my lungs and on several occasions sucking on the pipe as he fired the bowl to get a big lungful of smoke myself…blowing my cloud on the tip of his cock and down around the length of his meaty shaft as I squeezed the base and felt how fully alive his cock was as the blood pulsed through the girth of his thick meaty shaft. I love sucking a hard ringed up cock…and his was perfection! I somehow remembered that one of his texts said he was stopping by directly after a hard workout at the gym? No shower?…PERFECT! I pressed my face into the sweaty moistness that I found deeper in his crotch, inhaling deeply at the dark, intoxicating male muskiness that I found there…my nose crinkled at the distinctly sour black man-scent as I pushed my face deeper, huffing his musk and imprinting his dark scents into my hungry cocksucker’s brain. God do I love the strong overpowering sweetly sour man-scent of a horny black man’s crotch. To this day I can’t get enough and Ama slave to it. My consciousness collapsed down to focus on the action of my hungry cocksucker’s mouth as it worked on that smooth, slick, bulging cockhead…beginning to work the skin back and worship it. His cock became a bar of steel with a fat plump head and a big thick vein running down the length of it. I used my tongue to trace and lap at his veiny shaft...becoming obsessed with working that big vein with soft licks and gentle kisses. But my man was flying and he needed more, and he showed his impatience for getting deeper into my warm silky throat...and eventually…inevitably….his large strong hand found the back of my head as he began guiding my sucking mouth further down…showing me how he wanted his cock sucked…teaching me how to be the best cocksucker for him in that moment….connecting us as if one as I became focused on the thought of becoming the best cocksucker I could be for him…for this cock….for me….focused, dedicated, submissive, subservient…hungrily committed to giving the maximum pleasure with my mouth and throat that I could possibly give in that moment. “Yes, baby….that’s it, baby…you're doing so good, baby. Go to work for Daddy...go to work for that big 5-day nutt that Daddy’s gonna feed you. And after I squirt my juice into your belly…Daddy’s gonna put my second nutt deep up in your white-boy pussy.” I loved his strong commands and words of encouragement…it fueled me to suck him even better. He kept flipping through hardcore gay porn in between hits on the pipe….telling me the kinds of porn he liked....how he especially liked black guys double penetrating skinny white boys the best. He told me he was trying to get a friend to stop by so they both could get up in my stretched hole at the same time. I groaned at the thought and mumbled something to the effect…”yes sir…please sir.” His cock leaked a big dollop of sweet tasting pre-cum into my mouth in response to my begging. Another hit of the pipe and then a fresh bottle of poppers appeared at my nose. I couldn’t imagine flying higher…but the combination of blowing a big cloud and then getting poppered up drove me into a cock sucking frenzy….lost in the haze of Tina and poppers and the big cock that I was put on earth to serve. He leaned forward and pushed his big hands down my back, finding my smooth asscheeks….pulling them apart as his long fingers explored my smooth crevice and started massaging my tight little pink pucker. I am naturally smooth except some hair in my asscrack (which I had shaved earlier), so now I was as smooth as porcelain. It was clear this man appreciated my smooth clean butt and wanted more of that. “Daddy’s gonna need to work this little pussy-hole open...make it blossom and sing....mmmmmmmmhhhh...so tight and just begging to blossom open.” He mumbled as he worked a spit-covered finger up to the knuckle into my tight sphincter. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump to get that pussy-hole hungry for Daddy’s cock…and then you need to get this big 5-day nutt down your pussy throat.” And with that encouragement I felt him bring a small thin injector to the lips of my hole and then plunge it inside. He pushed it about 2 two inches into my quivering asshole and the hit the plunger...forcing a small amount of a slippery liquid into my flexing rectum. It burned like hell right from the start. "What the hell is that?", I shrieked...and to which he replied..."Don't worry, the burning sensation will pass...and it will be replaced by a warmth and an insatiable need to get fucked. That's called a booty bump and it is lube laced with quite a bit of Tina." I relaxed and went back to focusing on his cock that needed my attention..fat and glistening with my spit. I got back to work like the dutiful little cocksucker I had become, Slowly…inexorably…I pushed him deeper down into my throat...feeling the soft tissues of my throat open and stretch... my neck bulging full of cock as I kept my focus and started going down further…sliding his length deeper…as the poppers helped me to relax and open my throat… pressing his fat knob first against the back of my throat...causing me to gag and then push through the resistance…stretching my throat open and suppressing my gag reflex…my throat juices wetting his fat head as I worked myself open to take all of his thick 9 inches deeper…working my throat muscles to suckle and milk his engorged cockhead like a sucking mouth in my throat...until finally the resistance disappeared and he sank balls deep into my warm silky gullet. Once I was able to get my throat open and take him deep it then became easier to fully engulf his length as my nose became buried in his curly black pubes and his big bull nuts got squished and rested on my chin. A firm hand came to the back of my head and held me down...holding me down with a throat full of cock…forcing me to serve his cock and milk it with my flexing throat muscles. Flying high and sucking cock the best I possibly could. I pulled back in order to breath and then I began to use my active tongue to lick at the tip and up and down his big beautiful black veiny shaft…using wet lips to kiss and suck my way up and down his thick veiny shaft...eventually finding his big cum-congested nuts in their bloated ballsack and giving them a loving wet tongue-bath, using thick wet licks and eventually taking each one in turn into my warm sucking mouth...trying valiantly to get both nuts and his whole ballsack into my stretched open mouth but I just couldn’t do it. I began to worship his ripe, semen-filled balls until he spread his legs wide open, totally relaxed and asking me to really go to town on his balls....so I did! Eventually I got both his nuts in my stretched open mouth...my mouth now full of ripe nuts and my lips encircling the root go his balls and strangling them just like he wanted. I worshipped his balls for what felt like an hour Waking up from as if in a trance...I finally pulled off his nuts with a loud slobbery pop and moved my head back up his shaft and took a big hit of poppers...knowing full well that I was going to go work on his big cock...go for the run up to his nutting down my eager throat. Soon I was in all fours between his legs…rocking my whole body back and forth to take as many of his steely inches as I could…often going down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes, only to slowly pull back to kiss at the tip and then re-start the round trip all over again. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic sound of “gluck….gluck…gluck…” as I rocked back and forth and his cock punched and pounded away at my pussy throat…his fat cockhead smashing over and over again into the soft tissues of my sucking throat as I forcefully stretched myself open to milk his cockhead and take his whole length. His thick cock was stretching my throat and now I could take him fully…despite him being too fat for a normal throat...too fat to get through the final constrictions of a normal throat…but mine was not a normal throat. I was flying high on Tina and I was now the Throat Goat. He took the opportunity to hold my head down and raise his hips forcefully, humping himself up to thrust himself deeper and blowing out past the final barrier in my throat to easily fuck his last few inches into my stretched throat…bulging out my neck as I now more easily took his full length…now with my nose pressed into the tight wiry curls of his damp musky pubic hair. I couldn’t breathe…my airway was blocked by thick cock…but I didn’t care and would have happily died right there and then...asphyxiated by thick black cock if I was allowed to...I was that focused on this beast of a cock that I was sucking…intensely concentrating with my every fiber of my soul...so focused that I forgot that I needed to breathe and almost passed out . I didn’t care as I had given myself totally over to sucking cock and my airway being blocked was just one of the consequence of my devotion “Awwwww mannnn…you gonna get this nutt…you gonna get this nutt…you…gonna…get…this…big creamy nutt!”. The man stopped me one last time for another big hit from the glass pipe and a shotgun of forced cloud into my lungs...and then the need to unload hit him with full force... "Ahhhhhhhh.....fuuuuuck son...you're gonna get this nutt...shhhhhhhhhiittttttt…go get your creamy reward baby-boy...go get it!!"... ...and with that he started a new rhythm, fucking his hips forward and working in synch with my rocking motion as I thrust my body back and forth and bobbed my head up and down to slide his thick cock down my throat...and then he pulled my head down onto his cock using a big strong hand on the back of my head as he thrust his hips up...spearing his hard cock into the soft tight warmth of my gullet...skull fucking me and raping my throat until I felt all resistance gone and I became his cum receptacle...at last a place for him to bury his seed and fill up with cum. And just then, I felt his nuts tighten up against his body and a big blast of his creamy seed pulse up the big shaft of his cock. "Oohhhhhh shit boy....here it comes!" He was buried in my throat and so I never tasted the first several blasts of his cum as he blasted his load straight down my gullet and into my waiting belly. I love milking an exploding cock by working with throat muscles...milking it to relieve it of its heavy load. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and throat and I knew he was injecting his heavy seed load directly down my throat as I felt the warmth of his cum fill my belly...and after the first 4 or 5 heavy squirts, I pulled back and was rewarded with a big mouth full of thick heavy cream that I mostly swallowed and then let some of the next few pulses dribble from the corners of my mouth to leak and drip down my chin. “Awwww fuuccckkkk…that’s good boy! Milk my cock with that warm mouth and pussy-throat boy." He let me continue to suckle and milk his spent cock...my favorite part as I used my tongue and sucking throat ,ilk the final remnants of his load from his nuts....eventually pulling back to smack my tummy lips and lick the dredges of his sperm from my lips and chin. To this day I love to show my feeder how much I appreciate him feeding me his big creamy load and I like wearing his cum around on my face as a show of gratitude. “Now get up here and show me that little pussy hole of yours…I bet that booty bump is working it's magic and has that hole all warmed up by now!”.

Hi, I’m Sam. I’m 18 years old, 5 ‘ 9 “, black hair, green eyes, with a light brown tan complexion. I’m half Caucasian on my mom’s side and half Mexican on my dad’s side. Everyone says I look exactly like my mom due to our perfectly perky asses. My mom gets cat calls all the time and I even get some when men see me from behind. I just had the best night of my life. I didn’t just lose my virginity. It was taken. And I loved it. It all started when I came home about 4 hours ago. It was 11pm and I was coming home from a friend’s house. I say friend but he’s more like a special friend. We are exploring our sexuality together. I think I might be gay and he’s a straight guy really horny all the time. So he lets me practice blow jobs on him. But that was all before I got home. I walked in the house and it was dimly lit. My mom was out of town on a trip with my aunt and I was supposed to stay over at my friend’s but that didn’t work out. My dad was obviously not expecting me or anyone for that matter. He was sprawled out on the couch on a nod. He had his setup on the coffee table with all his drugs and pipes. Straight porn playing on the television. I knew he partied because he sold favors on the side for extra money. But he usually only used with my mom. It was odd that he was using alone. On the table I could see a packed baggie full of tina, a few pipes, lighters, and some foil with H melted on it. I could see a black bag open that had a few clean needles in it and balloons of product. He had some foil on the couch beside him and a lighter in his hand. He was on a good nod. He would probably be out for a while. I looked him up and down. He was shirtless, showing off his brown skin and tattoos across his chest. Damn he has great pecks, and his arms. Oh his biceps get me going every time I stare at them. My eyes lowered and noticed that he was only wearing boxers. The thin flimsy ones that have the gap that never quite closes all the way. They were nothing like my quality boxers that come with a button to close up. Oh my god… I can see his dick through the gap. My mouth starts to water. I was not able to get any quality time with my friend tonight and my hormones are raging. I wonder how good of a nod is he on. I whisper, Dad, you awake? Nothing. No response. I say it a little louder. Dad, you awake? Nothing still. I reach down and touch his arm. No response. I get braver. I touch his chest. No response. I put my whole hand on his peck muscle. No response. Dare I keep going? I look down at his boxer gap again. My mouth waters some more. I know I need some courage. I look down at the table and look at the pipe. I say to myself, I don’t think he will notice some of his stuff is gone. I open the bag of tina and fill a pipe. Flick. I melt the bowl and take my first hit. First of the night. Luckily my older brother taught me how to properly take a hit for my birthday. I blow out a small cloud. I look at the pip squeak cloud and know I can do better. I take another hit. This time breathing in longer and holding it. I release and clouds all around me. That’s more like it. I look down at my dad again. I touch his shoulder and wait. No response. I push the coffee table further away from my dad so there is room in front of him. I get down on my knees in front of him. I take a hit and lower my head to his crotch. I blow a cloud into the boxer gap. The smoke clears and I get brave. I reach into the gap with my fingers and lightly touch his dick. It’s so warm to the touch. I grab it and pull the 3 inch meat out of the gap. It looks just like mine except darker brown. I pull away and look across at my dad again. I tell myself I should stop. I should just go to my room and jerk off. That’s the safe thing to do. I think about it for a moment. I listen to my dad’s breathing and then listen to the background porn behind me. I turn around and see a Latina woman sucking a big brown dick. My mouth waters some more. I turn back toward my dad and think. What can I get away with? What is not going to send me straight to hell. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I turn toward the table and refill the pipe. I melt it down, take a few hits and finish half the bowl. Again I reach out with my hand and touch my dad’s chest. Nothing. No response. My hormones override my good judgement. I’m committed now. I take a huge hit and bend forward to blow it out on my dad’s uncut dick. I stick my tongue out and lick his tip. I pull up and take another hit and hold it. I put down the pipe and open my mouth and use my tongue to lift the tip in my mouth. The smoke empties from my mouth as it is replaced by dick. I love this feeling of having a dick in my mouth. As I bob on the small dick, I can feel it start to thicken. I bob and bob and release it from my mouth. I lick the underside of his dick as it’s filling out. I tongue his balls. Circle round left ball, circle round right ball. I return to his filled out dick. I pull back and admire my hard work. His dick is sticking straight out toward me. All 8.5 inches of uncut meat is staring me down. His foreskin is all pulled back now and his mushroom head is just slightly thicker than his shaft. I grab it with my hand and can’t get my hand around the thickness. I look up at his face. Still out on his nod. Perfect! I go down and throat his big dick. I take it half way. I try to relax and adjust my breathing. I lower another inch. I stabilize myself by putting my hands on my dad’s thighs. I bob up and down and still only get down about 5 inches in my throat. I grab his balls in earnest trying to shock him further down my throat. That’s when I feel it. I feel a hand on top of my head. I hear my dad moan. I lean back slightly so my eyes look upward at my dad. His mouth is open moaning but his eyes are still shut. I start to panic. I try to pull up off his dick but a second hand comes down on my head. He is pushing me down. I get as far as I can down. Then I hear it. My dad mumbles -oh fuck yeah. Take this big cock. He pushes my head down with force. He was not stopping until I gave in. I panic and try to take a breath in. That is all the leeway he needs. He shoves down and I couch as I bottom out on his dick. My mouth is on his pubes. My chin on his balls. He mumbles again – that’s right, I know you could take it you dirty whore. “Oh WHAT THE FUCK?!” He release his grip on my head and I jerk my head up and his dick slips out of my mouth. I stumble back a bit and try to get back on my feet. My dad yells –“STAY WHERE YOUR AT. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” He looks around and takes in the scene. Me on my hands and knees. The drugs out and pipe obviously used. He stands up with his dick sticking outward, hard as can be. He stairs down at me and takes a moment to think. He speaks –“I always knew you were a faggot but this is low even for that. My baby boy caught sucking me off like a 2 dollar whore. I see you have been smoking up my shit. A thieving whore too. I start to cry – I’m sorry dad. I just got high and couldn’t help myself. He responds – “oh stop that crying shit. It’s not time for that, you hear me boy! You obviously think you’re a man now. Doing adult shit. Gonna have to deal with this like a fucking man. You want to smoke like a man, fine then. He reaches down for the pipe and goes to the coffee table and refills it with a fat bowl. He hands it to me and says “smoke up. Finish the whole bowl” I start taking hit after hit, trying to finish the bowl quickly. He is busy at the table fixing something up. It’s just out of sight. He turns around and faces me and I can finally see what he was preparing. He wraps his arm and ties off. He made a point for himself and injects. A small coughing fit but he handles it like a pro. His dick that had started to soften returned to its full glory. I tell him I’m done with the bowl and he puts it down on the table. He orders me –“now you gone and woke the beast you stupid faggot.” He drops his boxers and kicks them aside. He points at his thick dick and says “get back to work you 2 dollar whore”. I’m in shock. Did he just tell me to suck him off again? I slowly move my legs and approach him slowly. “I said now faggot” he says down to me. As I get close to his cock with my mouth. He bends down a bit and as I open my mouth to take him back in, he slaps me with his right hand. “When I tell you to do something. Fucking do it. Now get back to work” I immediately get back to slobbering on his thick tool. He moans “that’s right, take it all in”. he places both hands on my head again and I’m forced to take all 8.5 inches in my throat. He proceeds to fuck my mouth and slams the back of my throat over and over and over again. I’m crying again. He looks down and says “yeah, now is the time for the tears”. He spits right in my face. He takes one of his hands and rubs the spit all over my cheek. It is all I can do to keep my teeth at bay as my jaw hurts but I dare not close down on it. He pushes me off of him and I’m thrown on my ass. He orders me to strip and he turns back to the table. I throw off my shirt and pants. I’m afraid to take my boxers off because of the obvious hard on I have. As if reading my mind, he yells out –“don’t make me repeat myself”. I drop my boxers and my 7 inch dick springs up. It stretches straight out just like my dad’s. I’m almost as thick as him but I can get my hand around the thickness, just barely. He turns around holding a tourniquet. He orders me around –“so you think with your dick like a man? Well, you take a man’s consequence. You pay off what you stole from me like a good faggot does, with his ass. But first, I’m gonna hit you like a man. Sit on the couch and reach out your arm.” I am scared shitless. I plead with him, I've never done that before. I already feel higher than I’ve ever felt. I’ve never even though of shooting up. But he said it wasn’t a request. I’ve never seen my dad like this. If I don’t obey, he will kick my ass. I better obey. I stretch out my arm and he ties me off. I close my eyes and feel a prick on my arm. He says “time to pay up, you thieving faggot”. He unties my arm and raises the arm. I immediately go into a coughing fit. I try to catch my breath. I feel a warmth envelop me and my hole starts to tingle. I know now why people shoot up. This feeling is amazing and all I can think of is DICK. He laughs and says “good, looks like you like it alright.” He spins me over and I'm on the couch face forward and I'm bent over with my ass out. My dad gets behind me and spits on his fingers and shoves 2 fingers in my virgin hole. I yelp. It hurts but in a good way. I plead please go slow, I'm a virgin. He laughs and says "so what. Gonna get fucked sometime." He pulls his fingers out and spits on my hole twice. He shoves in 3 fingers. I yelp again. I know he is trying to loosen me up and not trying to but he is rubbing my magic button every time he pushes his fingers in and I’m loving it. He pulls out his fingers and grabs a needleless syringe and inserts up my hole. He pushes its contents out. Tina lube is starting off a burning in my hole. He spouts “there, that’s the only kindness you will get tonight because I can’t wait. He lines up his thick dick with my hole and pushes forward. It’s a struggle to get in because of the girth but he does not stop until the head is fully in my hole. He holds there a second. I push out instinctively and feel the lube spreading in me. I unclench and he slams his entire length into me. I’m struck with pain. Pain and pleasure. It’s hard to explain but I winced and moaned. He slaps my ass **slap** first on the left side and then the right. **slap**. I clinch down and feel his dick throb in me. He bends down close to my ear and says “you better open up quick faggot, I’m impatient”. He pulls almost entirely out, leaving only the tip inside. Then slam! All 8.5 inches inside. He long dicks me non stop for what feels like hours. When he finally pulls out, there is a popping sound of this head slurping out. I ask did you cum in me? He laughs and says “you haven’t earned that yet. I’m just getting a water. You get over to my bed room and get on your back. I’ll be in there in a minute. I walk back to the master bedroom and I can barely walk. I was a virgin. Was, I was a virgin. My hole was tingling nonstop and only wanted to be stretched by dick some more. I hobbled over to the bed and laid on my back as ordered. He came back to the room with a water bottle. He drank half and threw the half bottle on the bed. I didn’t bother reaching for it. It wasn’t for me. I knew that. He holds up my ankles with one hand and shoves his 3 fingers into my hole some more. I feel them stretch apart. That’s when I feel the burn. I’m familiar with that burn now. I know it will only intensify my need for dick. For my dad’s dick. Fingers out and dick pushed back in. He slams the fullness of him inside of me. I felt him hit my button again. I notice my dick for the first time since the fucking started. I’m soft as can be but leaking precum. The foreskin is pulled back just enough for the head to be visible leaking the clear liquid. He starts pounding my hole again like before. He lets my ankles go and my legs fall on his shoulders. I can feel his chest on my legs with every thrust. god I’m loving it. I push back into him. He grips my hip and drills my hole like the pro that he was. I tried to jerk off but he slapped my hand away. I’m not allowed to do that evidently. He keeps assaulting my hole. I can feel my hole being forced open as he twists to fuck me at different angles. He pulls out and tells me –“fucking bitch, get into doggie position. I wanna see that ass in front of me. Just like fucking your mom in her ass. She loves that shit too.” He slides right in. my ass as stretched to accommodate his thickness and pounds with ease. The room echos with the slaps. Slap of his body slapping into my ass. Slap of his balls slapping against my taint. The slap of my dick bouncing against my stomach and the bed. I feel the build up and without warning, I shoot my load on the bed below me. My cumming must have done something good with my ass because all I hear is “ oh fuck yeah, milk my dick. Make me feel it. Take my fucking load you no good cum loving faggot. ahHHHHHHH”. As he roars out loud, I can feel rope after rope of cum filling my insides up. He collapses on me and I feel his hot body against mine. I’m in heaven. The session has taken a lot out of him so he holds still on me for a few minutes. He eventually pulls off me and stands. “Get the fuck out of here. Go back to your room. I can’t stand to look at you for a while. I’ll come find you again when I’m hard again. I’m good for at least 3 more loads.” He slaps my ass as I walk away from him. “Hey look at me when I speak to you”. I turn around and look him right in the eye. “You ever speak of this to anyone, I mean anyone, and I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands. You got that?” I nod my head. “oh, and in case you are too fucking dumb to realize, you’re my new backup pussy when your mom leaves town. Now get back to your room. I walked to my room and closed the door. I’m laying in bed just twitching like the chem whore my dad made me. Like I said before. My virginity was taken and I loved it. I’m just going to wait here until my hole is needed again.

I had a variation of that---my GI doctor told me that he loved gay men for they knew how to clean out properly and made his job easier!

Following the Cheating Boyfriend Lately, my boyfriend has been working late. In the past when he would work late, he would come home tired and grumpy, just worn out from a long day's work. But, in the past few weeks, when he's been out late, at work, he's come home horny and ready to jump into bed. Being the good boyfriend, I nearly always rim his tight hole to get it ready for my dick. A few nights ago, I got his ass in the air and went to town, working my tongue over his hole, and I thought it seemed looser than usual. I could stick my whole tongue in right away. My boyfriend groaned in approval, so I figured nothing was out of the ordinary. But then, when I stuck my tongue in again, I was sure I could taste the tartness of cum. We hadn't fucked in a few days, so I knew it couldn't have been mine. Perhaps I should have said something, but instead, I went to working a few fingers in, prying him open, and sure enough gobs of cum trickled out. I was so hard at the thought of eating someone else's cum out of his hole, I stuck my dick in, all the way in one thrust, using someone else's jizz as lube! Usually, my my boyfriend goes soft when I fuck him, but this time he was rock hard! I jerked him as I screwed his hole and I shot a massive wad all over his heaving chest. I managed to hold off a few seconds more and shot my load up his ass, adding my cum to whoever else's was already there. I licked him his cum and fingered his sloppy hole a bit, kissing him and pushing his wad into his mouth. He rolled over and fell asleep right away. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity, knowing something was up, and that someone else had fucked my boyfriend. Not just fucked him, but fucked him raw. Not just fucked him raw, but came in his unprotected bare hole. My boyfriend and I had fucked bare since we decided to be exclusive a few months before, but I guess all bets were off now. Strangely, I wasn't angry, I just wanted to be part of the decision for him, and maybe me too, to take cum from other guys. I decided to try to find out what was up the next time he told me he had to “work late.” I didn't have to wait long to put my plan into action. Just three days later, my boyfriend sent me a text message saying, 'LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER LONG NITE. C U AT HOME L8R.' I knew he usually got off work around 6, so I headed to his office at 5:45 or so, and snuck in to see him working at his desk. I noticed he kept watching the clock like he was nervous, or in a hurry or something. At the stroke of 6, he leapt him, pulled on his coat and headed for the door. I ducked behind a plant in the lobby, and followed him out. He walked quickly to the corner and ran down the steps to the subway. I had to run to catch up. Luckily, I managed to hop into the car just before the doors closed, and hid behind a tall guy. A few stops later, my boyfriend hopped off the train, and I followed. Up on the street, he made a few turns and ducked into a gay adult bookstore. There was a neon sign in the window saying “BUDDY BASEMENT.” I looked around the shop and didn't see him, so I went to the desk and asked the Attendant, a skinny guy with a pierced nose and some raunchy tattoos on his arms, “Did a cute guy about 6'-0”, with a motorcycle jacket just go to the basement?” He answered with a smirk, “Oh, him, yeah. Better hurry after him if you don't want sloppy seconds, er, thirds, or fourths! He's real popular around here.” My jaw dropped, but I paid the admission and headed down as my cock started getting hard. There was a dim musty locker room where a few guys were fooling around. Some were in their underwear, or jockstraps, but most were wrapped in a towel or naked. I shucked off my clothes, except for my jockstrap, and went out into the hall to see if I could find my boy. I wasn't sure what I would do when I did find him, but I knew it would be fun. The thought of walking in on him taking some stranger's raw load got me so hard. I peeked into a few cubicles and saw some nasty raw action, but no sign of my boy. I lingered a bit watching one cute skinny blond boy sit on two raw dicks in one room. Just then, I felt a hand caress my exposed cheeks. “Haven't seen you around here before,” said a sultry voice. I turned, half expecting it to be my boy, but it wasn't. It was a hot as hell hunk, late 20s, tall, blond spiky hair, ripped gym body, naked except for a small towel over his crotch. I could tell my the lump down there that he was well hung. “Wanna play?” he asked. “Fuck yeah.” I figured a little distraction wouldn't hurt things, and maybe some bareback sex would even the playing field a bit. Right there in the hall, I knelt down and pulled his towel off, revealing a think eight inch uncut cock. I swallowed it all in one gulp. He moaned, grabbing the back of my head and forced my mouth all the way down onto his cock. “You take raw loads, man?” “Well, I'm new at this, but I might if it was clean.” “Oh yeah. I'm clean. Took a shower before heading over.” I laughed at his corny joke as he stood me up and led me into a room. He didn't close the door, but kept it open a crack. I figured this stud must like an audience. “Get me wet, dude.” I lay down on my back on the bed, and he pulled my head off of the edge of the mattress. He started shoving his cock down my throat. I slobbered all over it, choking and gagging a bit. Just then, I heard the door creak and felt a hand on my ass. My top pulled my knees to my check, exposing my ass for the new stranger. I felt a tongue probing my hole, followed my a finger or two. “Is he primed and ready?” my top asked. “Ummmmmmmm...” was the only reply. My top pulled out of my throat and flipped me over so I was facing the wall. I guided his bare dick into my ass. He was slow at first, but picked up once I was accustomed to his girth. After a few thrusts, I could feel him bottoming out deep in my gut. I was moaning, almost whimpering as he fucked me. I knew I was going to take his cum now whether I wanted to or not. As he picked him his pace he grunted into my ear, “You gonna be a good boy and take my seed?” “Yeah.” “You gonna let me give you my babies?” “Fuck yeah.” “You gonna let me POZ THAT ASS!?!?!” What? I thought he said he was clean! He thrust forward, shooting his poisoned jizz as deep into my raw hole as it could go. I could feel one, two, three, four, then five spurts. I came without even touching my dick, shooting my wad all over the filthy bedspread beneath me. It was then that I heard a familiar voice. “So, you've met Andy.” I turned my head to see my boyfriend standing there, naked and hard. I was speechless. I'd just done what he had done, cheated and taken a raw load! But the load simmering in my gut was POZ! I could only imagine what he must have been thinking. “Don't worry about it. Andy started giving me his death seed when I discovered this place a few weeks ago.” So, my boyfriend had been taking POZ loads too! He leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, rubbing his stubble into my face. When he pulled away, Andy was gone, but I knew it wouldn't be the last time he fucked me.

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 7 – Sexy, Furry, Handsome Chapters 1 through 6 recount a session with Matt and a few other guys. Matt and Rob just doubled up on my ass. Now, we’re all on the bed with our asses plugged. Rob just read a message from someone else, and he’s been invited over. They decided they wanted me back in the sling, getting pounded by the fuck machine. But first, there would be some more clouds. We smoked some more, and then they got the setup ready. Once the machine was placed. I climbed into the sling. A thick dildo was attached. They lined it up with my hole, checked the angles, and started it up. It slid in easily, but it was an intense stretch. Riding this for a while would definitely improve my gape. The two of them went back over to the bed and started fingering each other. Rob ended up sitting on Matt’s face, getting another rim job. It seemed that Rob was enjoying lots more ass play than I had seen from him before, which was exciting. Maybe he was showing more of his versatile side. The doorbell rang, and Matt got up to answer it. Since his hole was no longer being attended to by Matt, Rob grabbed a plug and shoved it in. He then walked over to the sling and fed me his cock. I sucked it in and licked it up and down. He wasn’t hard, but he was not completely soft either, so his cock was in that wonderful in-between space. Matt came back with Jim. Jim had to strip down, so I got a good look at him. He was older than us, sporting a lush head of grey hair. He was also short and stocky. As he removed his clothes, he revealed a thick body covered in dark, thick hair. Some of it had turned grey in the middle of his chest, but that only made him sexier. The black leather chest harness also added to his allure. He had a bushy mustache and a thick cock that was surrounded by a dense bush. Hot, hairy, and ready to play – sounds like my kind of guy. When he was naked, he pulled out his kit and asked if anyone wanted to slam with him. No one was ready for a new dose yet, so Rob volunteered to admin for him. Jim agreed, and we watched as the T took hold of his brain. Then, he stood up and walked over to the sling. So, you’re the whore,” he said, staring at me. I nodded in agreement. Jim sat down and lubed his hands. “This hole is ready,” he proclaimed. Once he was greased up, he slid his paw into my ass. Like the rest of his body, his hand and arm were covered in coarse hairs. I could feel the friction as he penetrated me. A deep chuckle rose out of him. “Fuck yeah, this’ll be great!”. Jim knew his way around a hole. He was taking it slow, feeling his way through my ass. As he was moving deeper, he’d pause to massage the walls of my ass. I was enjoying his efforts and was squirming in the sling. He seemed like the type who could play in an ass for a long time, and mine was ready for it. “Take some poppers,” he suggested to me. I opened the bottle, took a snort in each nostril, and held the last one. When I blew it out, and Jim knew that I was in the throes of a popper rush, he slid his hand all the way in to my second hole. Fuck, his hand felt amazing inside me! I swear I could feel friction from the hair on his hand and arm, even though I knew the lube was making everything slippery. Jim kept his hand in place but was flexing his fingers in and out and twisting his hand around. I always love it when a guy twists inside me since I get to feel his hand gliding over the walls of my ass. As he was flexing his fingers out, he was searching for the path through my curve and into my colon. He found it! He grinned when he entered my second hole, knowing he had just hit the jackpot. I started flexing my ass as the sensations of being deeply penetrated washed over me. The feeling of fullness and pleasure is always amazing when a guy gets this deep. I reached down to feel his arm, enjoying the coarseness of his hair, and found that he was just a little short of his elbow. He had most of his forearm embedded in my ass. Then he pulled back a little and entered my colon again. He worked that curve, taking his paw back and then sliding more and more of it into my depths. The whole time, he was smiling in pleasure at how deep he was and how he was making me feel. I looked down and was pleased to see a huge puddle of precum on my stomach. He was making me leak like a faucet as his forearm rubbed against my prostate. Rob saw the fluid and came over to lick it up. He also shared some with me in a steamy kiss. “Wanna trade places?” Jim asked. I was up for it, so he began to remove his arm from my ass. He took his sweet time, and I enjoyed the feelings as he slowly pulled back from my hole. When his arm was out, it was sexy to see it all covered in lube, with the hairs on it matted down. He was one sexy man! Jim helped me out of the sling, and I helped him into it. Knowing that I was about to fist this stud was exciting to me. Rob put a butt plug in my ass before I sat down, telling us that he wanted to maintain my gape. It slid in easily but anchored well into my hole. I sat down and gazed at the sight before me. A handsome, hairy guy with his hole exposed to the world is always a joy to see. Jim’s ass was covered in heavy fur, like the rest of his body, and his hole was just visible through the dense patch around it. I had to eat his ass first. I reached down to spread his thick ass open some more and dove in, tongue first. The aroma that he had built up was intoxicating, and I rimmed his ass like a pig in heat. His hole was very responsive, opening easily to my tongue. I got in as deep as I could with my tongue and made out with his hole. He grabbed the poppers, took a few hits, and then smashed his ass into my face. Jim was pushing down so hard that it became difficult for me to breathe. What I wanted to breathe in was the scent of his hairy ass, so I just leaned back a bit, took in a sweet breath, and went right back to deep rimming. But it was fisting we were both after. I sat back and picked up the lube. Rob was there to slide some chunks of Slam Dunk into Jim’s ass while I covered my hands and arms in J Lube. Then, I began to prod his hole. I used three fingers at first, figuring that Jim could take it. Could he ever! I thought he might pull my hand in, so I quickly added the fourth finger and then my thumb. I looked up to check in with him, and he said, “Shove it in me.” So, I did just that. It took a little bit of pressure to breach his hole, but once my hand was inside him, it was like his ass was a vacuum. He sucked my hand into his ass, and I was at his inner sphincter quickly. Looking up at him, I confirmed that he was OK with the quick penetration. The look of bliss on his face, coupled with his nodding, told me all I needed to know. Jim asked me to pull out and go back in with a fist this time. Fuck, yeah, this pig is horny! I slid my hand back out, made a fist, dumped some more lube on it, and then placed it at his hole. A slight push from me was all it took to get it into his eager ass. Once inside him, I kept my hand in a fist and twisted left and right as I pushed it ever deeper. When I hit the curve in his canal, I knew I was as deep as I was getting with a fist. “Again,” he growled. I pulled out and entered him again. We did this for a while, with me dumping more lube on my fist as needed to keep things flowing smoothly. Jim’s ass was already showing a nice gape when I was out of it. I also started to alternate fists on him, knowing that my other hand was slightly larger. He was loving the ride. “Hold it in while I do some poppers.” I kept my hand deep inside him, just mildly pulsing my hand to match the beat of his heart. He snorted from the brown bottle, then said, “Go hard on my ass.” So, I pulled out and quickly inserted my other hand. I was swapping between fists rapidly now, and Rob was there to dump more lube on them occasionally. Jim was writhing around on the sling, loving the attention given to his pig hole. Knowing that he was still rushing from the slam made it even hotter. This sexy, older guy was happily giving up his ass to be pummeled by my hands. I saw that Rob had lubed up his hands. He nudged me, and I got up from the stool so that he could sit down. Now, I got a great view as he fisted Jim’s hairy hole. That’s when I realized that I hadn’t seen Matt in a while. He was not in the room, and I had no idea what he was doing. But the scene in front of me was intoxicating, and I was going to enjoy it. The butt plug was still in my ass. It wasn’t giving me the pleasure that I wanted, so I dragged the fuck machine and rim seat over to the base of the sling and got a nice thick dildo positioned on it. I took out the plug and sank down onto the dildo. With the straps on the rim seat, I could ride the dildo while watching as Rob fisted Jim. It was a really hot scene. Jim was starting to tighten up. It took more effort for Rob’s hands to enter him, and he looked a little uncomfortable. Adding more lube didn’t help, so Rob pulled out and rubbed around Jim’s gape. His hairy hole was pulsing and dripping lube onto the floor. Rob explored just inside his hole with a few fingers, but we knew that Jim’s ass had been happily worn out. I got off the dildo, and Rob and I helped Jim out of the sling and over to the bed. After we lay there a while (where was Matt?), Jim said he had to leave. “Who do I pay?” he asked. My confusion was somewhat cleared up by Rob, who said, “You can leave it with me.” Jim got up, got dressed, and then pulled out a twenty, which he handed to Rob. Then, he left. “What’s up with the money?” I asked Rob. “Didn’t Matt tell you? He has an ad up that guys can fist you for $20.” That sly fucker didn’t tell me that he was whoring me out. But it was exhilarating to know that guys were paying to play in my ass. Happy Fucking Birthday to me!

Let me know man.

After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

Part 4, making the first rounds and learning about life's lessons, At the first stop Mr C said he would do the talking and I could watch from a couple feet back. I listened to his words and paid close attention to remember what he said. Once back in the truck he handed me a $5 bill. He said. ‘Here pup, given that I am the boss and a loader, not a load carrier, the first rule, load carriers always keep the tips for what you earned, the loaders earn a great wage for providing the best pies in town.” ‘Wow, it’s that easy’? I said ‘Sure is, just remember to give the customer what they want and know it is up to you to do what they want or ask. You do whatever it takes to make them right and happy and then we can always talk about it afterward, am I clear?’ ‘Oh yes Sir, thank you Mr. C., I appreciate you showing me the way. At the next stop, I made the delivery and he watched from a few steps back. This person gave me $10 since Mr C told her it was my first day and 18th birthday. At the third stop, I got out by myself. Went to the door. A woman answered. She had on a super mini skirt that both ass cheeks were hanging out the bottom and had on a tiny halter top that her rack was hanging out of and I am not sure how those strings kept those big girls up. I started to get hard and I think she was flirting with me. She asked if I wanted to come in for a ‘slice’ in airquotes. Wait, I think she was coming on to me? I wasn’t sure what to do, she was hot and the customer so I hated to say no. But this wasn’t the way I wanted to loose my virginity. I mean I didn’t even know here, or her values, or favorite color or food or anything. Fuck, what was I to do. Then against my growing bulge I felt those cards Mr. C had given me in case I got confused. I discretely tried to take them out. I asked myself ‘Should I ask for her number or go in for a minute? I looked at card #1 and it said, ‘sorry I have to get back to work, maybe another day when I see you again?’ so, I told her I couldn’t but she wrote her number on a $5 bill and slipped it into my pocket brushing against my dick. Getting back in the car I was quiet as I backed out of her driveway. ‘Well...?’ Mr C said. ‘What happened there Lukas, I see you used your cards.’ I explained to him what happened and what she said and I noticed him also rearranging himself. He said, ‘that’s always the first lesson Lukas, there are going to be a lot of women trying to get into your pants. These women are Piranhas. They will eat you alive if you let them have their way and then give you the clap. Yeah, Lukas, you don’t want the clap, that’s bad shit there. You will get to know a few nice ladies, and maybe, we can talk about it then. Ok? Fucking piranhas’. My eyes were huge and I listening intently to every word. ‘Thank you Mr C, I was tempted by the devils tongue, there.’ I felt my uncut dick retreating into its hood after that. We started to head back to the store for more loads and we were both quite, until I said. ‘Mr C can I ask you something?’ ‘Sure pup, anything’, he said. ‘Well, I wondered something. Is, umm.... is, well...., is a, well is pussy as amazing as they say it is? Some of my buddies are starting to score with some girls and they said it is like sliding your dick over soft velvet. Is it?’ ‘I won’t lie. Yes it is, but there are some things even better. The problem is you see, it is warm, moist and fertile area. Therefore women can carry STDs and bugs in there. You must be careful Lukas. The cool this, Guys don’t have these issues really. Do you ever buddy stroke with your buds?’ I was startled by the question, but appreciated I was learning good stuff,so I said, ‘Well no, one asked but I told him I am not gay. I got nothing against them, I just don’t roll that way. Well, I haven’t rolled anyway honestly.’ ‘So you are still a virgin’? ‘Yeah I play with myself, like with my nipples and Dick and I circle my hole with my finger, but that’s all.’ ‘You circle your hole with your finger? Why?’ He said ‘Well, like I was telling you and Jax, my nipples are very connected somehow to my hole. So sometimes I take the clear sticky stuff off my penis and circle it around my hole. Like I am lubing it up like I am practicing on a girls pussy. I figured the first time I don’t want to act like a rookie.’ By the look on his face, I said. ‘Why is that bad or wrong?’ ‘Oh god no, that is very common in some men. Some men have their nipples connected to their cock and others, like you have them connected a little lower....to their holes. Both are great and have their importance. I tell you Lukas, it is much safer to let other guys show you stuff prior to trying it out on a girl. All us guys are in this together. We have to watch list for each other, help them, it’s all in the code of brotherhood. When you are circling around your anus, does it feel good? ‘Oh yes’ I said, ‘ it feels awesome, all tingly and slippery. You should try it sometime’. ‘Oh interesting, sounds cool pup, maybe I will. But, Yeah’ he said, ‘its way way better and safer to practice on men. Plus no one can get pregnant’. We reentered the pizza place and I was just trying to digest all this information. I’m learning so much. What a lucky guy I am to have someone as awesome as Mr C helping me. I saw Jax and Mr. C give each other a high 5 and comment the cherry pie looks awesome and is going to be the best ever. Let’s get it cooling and off with our next loads. Part 5, the brown bottle and cherry pie (we are almost to the best parts)

Part 2: Want Some Chocolate Sprinkles? “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” Those were the last words the ice cream truck driver had said to me last summer; right after he had collared and chained me inside his truck, drugged me up on Tina, fucked me raw and rough, and bred me deep with his long, thick, black dick. The past several months I have planned work so I could take some leave and have one, long weekend a month where I would dial that number and place my order. The ice cream man’s voice was enough to make my ass cream, buried within the few words he would speak to me each time were the memories: the pair of size 13 boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy the whiff of his cigar how his hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard with skin that was a rich, dark ebony how his gold wedding band flashed brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano on his mandingo instrument how he asked, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick?” then as he placed the leather collar and chain around my neck said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” all that before he stuffed my hole with an ice-pop of his nutt, made me snort Tina before forcing me to lick crystals off his dick and burying some big shards up my ass and finally making my hole open, wet, and sloppy just how he liked it!!! The first time I pulled out his card and debated what to do I thought he was pretty fucking brilliant. The card said, 3-SQUARES CATERING - WE DELIVER ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY, FRESHEST MEALS, FOR EVERY OCCASION. Then when I called I asked about seeing him again and he ignored my question and said gruffly, “What the fuck’s your order? When do you want it?” He then blew his stack when I said, “Uh, maybe a baggy of crystal and…” and literally screamed in the phone, “WE DON’T CATER FANCY DINNERS - SO IT’S ALL PAPER PLATES AND PLASTIC!” before dishing out a series of “dumb asses.” I didn’t understand what he meant at all and was pissed that he was pissed like how the fuck would I know what to say or do? Not like he explained before kicking me to the curb with an ass full of nutt. He huffed, then said more calmly, “That’ll be an order of Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert. Your delivery will be there in 30 to 60 minutes, cash only.” So, from that first order I learned Surf-N-Turf was a small baggy of Tina/crystal (the Surf was - according to my server/delivery man/gigolo - code for Tina on Gilligan’s Island - seemed like a stretch to me but hey); the Turf was one of his boys who would have at least 10 inches (real inches not that fake shit dudes trying to pass off on the internet); that extra rare meant bareback and raw fucking; double sauce on the side meant I would get at least two loads in my ass as the boys were young, hood thugs who could double tap with barely breaking a sweat; and finally the chocolate roll for dessert meant it would be BBC. Maybe he had other races in the mix, but that’s what he offered and what I took and was fucking happy! The second time I called I placed my order without incident and when he asked if my last order had been delivered on time and the meal cooked to my satisfaction my only complaint had been his boy had snorted ⅔ of my baggy of Tina in the hour he was with me fucking. But, my hole ached for days after so if they had been on Yelp it would have been five stars all the way. I had enjoyed the deliveries and never once was disappointed. When I called the second time I was offered the chance to have the same driver deliver as, “he is already in the area,” but I passed and said, “That’s OK, I’ll wait for the next one as I am in no rush.” Every guy the ice cream man sent was rough, thuggish, with a huge dick, tons of sperm, and willing to throw a no-holds-barred fuck. Well worth the time and money. Since they were keeping my hole used and abused, I didn’t focus on the ice cream man anymore, although I still jerked off thinking about that day. Fast forward to spring, April in DC, and it is Cherry Blossom Festival time. While the city is beautiful this time of year all of the fucking tourists drive me crazy. With that said, I still decided to go the final event of the Festival, which was to see the fireworks down on the river right near my condo. The fireworks were scheduled to start at 9:00 p.m., and I got down there about 8:30 to walk around a bit, listen to the live band, see the booths they had set up, and just chill and mingle. I was lost in thought looking at some paintings a local artist was selling under a small tent when a strong hand clamped the back of my neck, squeezed hard, and a faintly familiar, yet clearly drunk/high voice said, “I think it’s about time you start upping on your orders. My pocket’s feeling light.” I turned, my mouth gaped, the hand squeezed harder as the ice cream man’s cigar smoke breath washed over me when he said - loud enough to make people turn and stare - “So bitch, you trying to get that pussy sloppy and filled with black syrup?” In response I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cash and from between the folds of the $20 bills extracted my black credit card and held it up, “Let’s see what’s on the menu tonight!” The ice cream man choked, coughed, sputtered and laughed and in the midst of trying to hold himself together dropped his cigar, which sent him into a fit of swearing, followed by disdained ‘hushes’ from people nearby reminding him there were children about. Once he pulled himself together, the ice cream man looked around and said, “Fuck I hate kids,” gripped my neck and started guiding me through the crowd. He didn’t say a word as we made our way up to Waterfront Street, then he stopped, relit his cigar, took a big puff, and smiled as he waved the lit stogie towards the right. “Boy’s doing alright it seems.” I looked where he pointed and there was his beat up ice cream truck with a younger guy working the window, hustling cones and frozen delights like an expert juggler. “My nephew just got out from doing a dime,” the ice cream man said as he looked at his vending truck. “Bout time he fucking grows up and learns a trade, so now he’s with me. Shit - this life is for the young folks you know what I mean? Time for me to ease out of the game, shift my focus and hustle, spend more time fuckin-loving-and-leaving-pussy-wet then slinging shit. You know what I mean?” I glanced at his nephew, who looked too young to have done 10 years in prison so he must have gone in as a juvenile. He was not handsome in the classic sense by any stretch, but he was masculine as hell and I could see tatts on his face, back of his hands, his arms were covered, and more peeked up through the scoop in his white tank top. He had semi-long dreads and my asshole quivered. I jumped as an insistent finger poked at my hole and the ice cream man laughed, “Fuck, you a dick hungry bitch! I can hear that ass clapping for it already and I ain’t even busted you back open yet. Come on. You tonight’s menu and bout time my nephew learns a new hustle.” I followed the ice cream man to the back of the truck. He threw open the door, climbed in, I went up the two-steps behind him, and paused as he said slammed his hand down on the cooler, “Time to go. Shut the shit down.” His nephew looked to him, to me, then started to object, but the ice cream man was having none of it, “ I SAID SHUT THE SHIT DOWN. YOU - THERE - GET THE FUCK BACK FROM MY TRUCK UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET RUN OVER. GET NOW. GET!!” The nephew gave me a dirty look as he hustled out the back and amidst the cries from kids saying, “Daddy I want an ice cream!” picked up their display boards, tethered the window shut, made the final adjustments, and hopped back in as his Uncle revved the engine and turned on the soundtrack. The musical chimes still sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. “Let me drive. You go deal with - with whatever the fuck that is,” the nephew said as he fought his Uncle for the seat and steering wheel while glaring at me. The ice cream man laughed, dropped his cigar stub on the metal floor and stomped it out, then said, “Fucking fine. Just get us out of here. Go - hell I don’t give a shit where. Go to the reup drop. That’ll work.” The ice cream truck belched, revved, and swayed back and forth as it slowly wound its way out of the crowds and towards M Street SW. By the time we hit M Street, I was naked, with a collar around my neck, and a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists that were connected with chains like I was in a prison transport. The ice cream man took the chain hanging down my back from the collar and looped it through the chain connecting my wrists before reaching up and snapping the end into a metal eye hook suspended in the ceiling. I was facing forward - my arms suspended now - and kept meeting the nephew’s gaze as he looked in the rearview mirror trying to figure out what the fuck his Uncle was doing. Each gasp from my throat when his Uncle would roughly jam a shard of Tina up my ass would make his eyes flit my way, then quickly back to the road as we made our way into Northeast DC. By the time the ice cream truck halted, and the nephew set it in park, turned the engine off, then stood up to join us, my ass was stuffed with Tina and frozen nutt like I was a damn Piñata. Except the candy would take an awful long, big bat to find and I couldn’t wait to get busted open. “That pussy still good?” the ice cream man asked me. I almost purred as the Tina sloughed away inside my burning rectum. “Slide your dick up in there boy,” the ice cream man said to his nephew as he pointed at my stuffed ass. The nephew shook his head in objection, “Naw man Unc, I ain’t no fag and shit.” His Uncle laughed, “Boy I know you had them faggies on their knees swallowing that joint when you were inside and bred them every chance you got. So don’t be fronting with me now.” The nephew paused to think and consider, “Well yeah, but it wasn’t like that. On the inside that’s just how shit goes. Don’t mean nothing.” The ice cream man gave my white ass a big smack, spun me back around as I stood on the balls of my feet trying not to swing too far, “Right, and don’t mean nothing out here neither. I love your auntie. You know I been to hell and back with that woman, but fuck, I can’t even get her to touch my dick any more let alone give it up. These white asses like this - they serve the purpose just fine. Lesson #1, don’t get wrapped up in no drama with some side chick because they will fuck your business up. Trust me. That’s nothing you ever want to bring home and your girl/wife will always find out - always. Lesson #2, his ass is pussy. Pink pussy eager for BBC ain’t that right? When I say get lost you gone. Ain’t that right? When I say lick my fucking ass your tongue be flapping. Ain’t that right? When I say show me them stackz and buy my product, you be asking how thick do I want them and give me the entire fucking menu. Ain’t that right?” I eagerly said, “YES SIR!” to it all. The schooling continued, “Lesson #3, target them DILFs, especially them white professional guys who all clean cut during the workday but on the weekends and when the lights down, they the freakiest of the bunch. Ain’t that right?” the ice cream mean asked. Like I really needed to responded hanging naked from a chain as I was. He went on, “They got the cash to spend. This truck? It’s a hustle. That dope we sling? It’s a hustle. Snag and grab them wallets that willing to take some dick on the side too, now that’s a double hustle.” The ice cream man smacked my ass hard then said, “Tell my nephew here what your favorite take out order is?” I easily recited it, “Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert.” The ice cream man laughed, smacked me again, and then asked, “And what you trying to order today?” as he waved by credit card around. “Double of everything?” I asked. He laughed again and replied, “Well, let’s start with that and see where things go.” Shit. I was always up for a little fun, but maybe this was more than I was ready for. My thoughts about trying to back out were interrupted as the ice cream man tossed a couple of baggies of Tina towards his nephew before inspecting his box, then turned and said, “Now you two go on ahead and get on it while I go inside to the reup and hook up with the boys. Lesson #4, the key to this double hustle is you got to get your shit hard and ready in 30 seconds flat with no sucking or help from them cause sometimes you only got a minute to get in there and dump that load. That’s what they all want - feeling that mandingo monster burning their hole and wetting it up with baby batter. You can try to fake that shit, but trust, to get the repeat ass you gotta drop some chunks. That’s just good customer service.” The nephew shook his head trying to take it all in as he leaned back against one of the coolers, lit a cigarette, then started to rearrange the baggies like little plastic soldiers being lined up for a battle. His Uncle lit a fresh cigar and just as he got to the back door he turned and said, “And boy, lesson #5 - you ain’t never the bitch and no money in the world is worth flipping. Remember you the top dawg - always! They’re the bitches and can always tell when a top be faking and ain’t nothing more than a bitch with a strap on. You remember them Pit Bulls your granddaddy used to breed and train up? You remember how he always strapped the bitch down so the best fighters could mount her and knock her up with puppies? Just like that. This hustle ain’t about being sweet and precious and all that shit. It’s about raw, rough fucking and you getting your nutt and them filling your wallet.” His lessons done, the ice cream man stepped down out of the truck, closed the door, and left me alone with his nephew. The nephew exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, casually tapped his ash onto the floor of the ice cream truck, then set the still it cigarette on the edge of the ice cream cooler. I couldn’t help but think there must laws against that kind of shit right? Food service rules and all? Yet this was a drug dealer’s truck so I guess the bigger risk was mixing up powdered sugar for the waffle cones with a bag of cocaine or some shit. He pulled open one of the baggies, dumped some rock on the stainless cooler top, grabbed a spoon from one of those plastic silverware caddies with holes in it, and started to crush the rock up. He reached in his pocket; pulled out a motley mix of bills and cards, found a card he liked, and started to use that to scoop the crushed crystal into lines. He then reached up on a shelf, grabbed a box, pulled out a razor blade, and continued to cut the rock down into snortable bits. Satisfied, he grabbed a straw from a box on the corner, tore the paper cover off and tossed the remnants to the side, laid the straw on the counter and cut it with the razor, then bent over and snorted a couple big lines. “You sure you should be snorting that?” I asked, “Won’t you get Tina dick?” The nephew wiped his nose, squinted, set the straw down, unbuckled his pants and let his monster out. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could smell his ripe, rank, musty balls and unwashed dick head from where I was. I inhaled the man musk as he stroked it once - twice - then BINGO! His long dick stiffened right up to a hefty 10+inches. He grinned at me with a ‘fuck you’ smirk, then snorted some more. “Hey, what about me? Don’t I get some too?” I asked. The nephew took a couple shuffled steps towards me, his pants still down around his ankles, his hard dick making me spin on the chain as he steered past me. He reached up, unlatched the chain from the eyehook. I rotated my shoulders to get the blood flowing in my arms and walked over to the counter, grabbed the straw with my cuffed/chained hands, and bent over and snorted the fresh crush. I stood up, started to wipe my nose, then got startled as the nephew was now right behind me, both hands holding my neck, his fingers squeezing between my flesh and the leather collar, “So is my Uncle right? You just want to get it raw, rough, and deep? Want some jail dick? Want to be fucked like a prison bitch? Make you take this dick!” I grunted as he pushed his dick head into my puckered hole, which was clenched tight from the crystal shards his Uncle had put in there. The nephew swore, pulled back, spit on his hand but I stopped him, “No - fuck it dry. I want to feel it push through then once you in, it’ll be wet - I promise.” The black dick was back at my hole, more forcefully, and the nephew asked, “Why will it be wet? You already been fucked?” I laughed, “No, your Uncle shoved one of his nutt-pops in there. Said he likes sloppy pussy.” I yelped a little as his dry dick split my hole, pushed in, then went rigid as he tore through and spread my guts open in one, deep stroke. “Oh yeah,” he said, “Wet, sloppy pussy. Juicy. Bend the fuck over, let me long dick that hole,” my new deliveryman said. I was happy to oblige and closed my eyes and relished the feel of his pounding as my hole got worked. Far too soon he pulled up, yanked his dick out, grabbed the collar and stood me up and handed me a plastic tub and said, “Squat and let that shit out. I want that pussy dry now so all you feel is my nutt.” I did as I was told and watched as he kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and pulled his t-shirt off. His chest and torso were covered in tatts but they were fucked up looking and all scarred, ridged, like the skin/ink was half missing in places. The nephew rubbed his hands over his body, “Jailhouse shit. Dirty needle I guess, they got infected.” Christ. While it was a little hard moving around inside the ice cream truck, in nothing flat the nephew had put a couple of cardboard boxes down on the floor, and stomped on them flat - his big dawg feet nails clicking on the metal floor as he pushed me down onto my stomach. “Arch that back bitch,” he said as his young dick split my hole dry, raw, and rough. I tried grabbing at the leather collar with one hand to try to ease his pull when he slapped my head, yanked back on the collar harder, and angled his dick to the right - left - then straight in deep. “YEAH MY UNCLE WAS RIGHT. JUST LIKE JAIL. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK. YOU DON’T WANT TO WAKE YOUR CELLIE OR LET THE GUARDS HEAR. YOU WANT SOME BABIES? SOME PRISON DICK BABIES? YEAH YOU A GOOD FUCKED UP BITCH - FAGGOT FOR MY BLACK DICK - HUNGRY PUSSY THAT I’M MAKING WET. CATCH THIS NUTT - PUSH THAT ASS BACK - CATCH THIS NUTT - 30 SECOND NUTT COMING THROUGH, READY TO FLOOD THEM GUTS, FILL YOU UP - LEAVE YOU DRIPPING. FUCK YEAH, SHOOTING IN YOU RAW YOU NASTY SLUT - PRISON SLUT - TAKE IT - TAKE IT - GRRRRR….” BBC cum was dripping out of my hole and puddling on the cardboard beneath me. The ice cream man’s nephew had just bred me raw, yet he was not done. Having snorted the remainder of the crushed up Tina, he yanked me up by the collar, had me sit u on the ice cream cooler and lean back so he could lift my legs up on his arms, then he slammed back in. When his Uncle opened the door and stepped in a minute later, his nephew didn’t pause a stroke, and beat it harder and faster and let his Uncle watch as he dumped another load. “TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD - GOOD PRISON TRADE PUSSY RIGHT HERE - HUSTLE THAT SHIT - TRADE THAT PUSSY FOR CIGARETTES. YOU TRYING TO GET PIMPED? YEAH YOU ARE. I’M YOUR BOSS AND YOU WILL DO WHAT THE FUCK I SAY - OPEN THAT PINK PUSSY UP - OPEN THAT UP - LET ME NUTT IT UP AGAIN. HERE YOU GO - HERE YOU GO - PRISON DICK IN THAT DILF ASS - FUCKING PUSSY ASS - FUCKING….AAAAAAHHHH - YYYEEESSS!” Having satisfied his need, the nephew promptly yanked his dick out, dropped my legs, and laughed as I scrambled not to fall off the cooler. My hands being chained was making it touch as I twisted, turned, and tried to find a dignified way to dismount. “WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOING?” the ice cream man bellowed as he set his cigar firmly between his teeth, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his whopper. “YOU KNOW I LIKE SLOPPY PUSSY AND I GOT SOME HOT CHOCOLATE SAUCE RIGHT HERE FOR YOU. COME ON BOY; HOLD HIS LEGS BACK UP SO I CAN STUFF IT FULL OF SPRINKLES AGAIN. FREE LESSON FOR YOU - JAM THOSE BIG SHARDS DEEP AND SCRATCH IT UP - MAKES THAT PUSSY TWITCH AND CONVULSE AND FUCKS THEM RIGHT UP AND THEIR TRAPS GET SO HUNGRY THEY LET YOU RAPE FUCK IT HOW YOU WANT. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only moan as I leaned back against the ice cream truck wall, lost in the sensations of the cold cooler under my body while thick fingers stuffed me with Tina and set my ass on fire. “HHHMMMM - YES - TWO SCOOPS HOLE FULL OF FUDGE NUTT,” the ice cream man said as he parted my ass lips and eased in, “HERE BOY, KEEP THIS SMOKE GOING FOR ME WHILE GIVE HIM ANOTHER FLAVOR.” His nephew took his cigar and set it between his teeth and huffed and puffed on it while he stroked his dick back to readiness as he watched his Uncle bang me. “GET THE FUCK OFF THERE. I WANT YOU TO BEND OVER AND SHOW ME THAT HOLE SO I CAN FIND THAT THIRD HOLE,” the ice cream man growled. I was roughly dragged off the cooler, turned around, slammed face down and bent over and howled in pain as he started to brutal fuck me. OK, well in honesty not ‘pain’ really - discomfort, sure - but I knew he liked it when he thought it was hurting. “THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT. NO MERCY AT ALL. JUST SLAM THE FUCK IN - GO DEEP - AND PULL OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. GOTTA KEEP SHIT MOVING AND DON’T HAVE TIME TO FUCKING WALK IN THE PARK. LEAVE THEM SORE, HURT, AND FILLED WITH NUTT AND THEY BE CALLING FOR DELIVERIES MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. WHY? CAUSE NO ONE ELSE FUCKS THEM LIKE THIS. THEY MIGHT GET OTHER DICK - BUT NOT HOOD DICK - NOT ROUGH DICK - NOT DICK THAT WILL TAKE IT WITH FORCE AND USE THEIR ASS WITHOUT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only mumble a week, “Yes Sir,” as he blended those Tina rocks into my guts and prepped my hole for another breeding. “PUSH BACK NOW, TRY TO FIGHT IT, THAT’S IT FUCKING SLOPPY BITCH ASS - THAT’S IT - FEEL THAT GOOD GOOD SLAMMING YOU - FEEL THAT BBC SWELLING - FEEL ME POLLINATING THAT ASS WITH MY SEED - FEEL ME ADDING A PINT OF HOT SYRUP - OH YEAH - HERE IT GOES - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - CHOCO VANILLA SWIRL, MY FUCKING FAVORITE!” Having shown his nephew how to drop that nutt on the hustle, the ice cream man pulled out his milk crate, sat down, leaned back, and puffed on his cigar. When his nephew frantically grabbed my hips, dug his nails in and slammed back into me with all his might, in a frantic, desperate need to cum once more the iced cream man just laughed and said, “There you go my man. The torch has been passed to a new generation.” About 60-seconds later more BBC-family nutt was running down my leg as the ice cream man stuck the end of his cigar into my cummy/Tina filled hole, scooped it out, then smacked his lips as he huffed again. He looked at me and said, “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?” (*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!)

My dad molested me from the age of 5 to 15, and fucked me repeatedly from the age of 10. His cock was too big for my ass but it didn't stop him from fucking me hard and unloading inside me - I just had to concentrate on not making any noise. I haven't seen him for years and I really miss his fucks.