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Well guys, it has been a while . A bit busy and trying to make this part worth reading. I hope you guys like the next part. I was trying to make this a really good, twisted one because it is part 20... The whole story is getting bigger than I ever intended it to be. But ... as long as you guys like it, I'll try to add some storyline to it. And the whole hotel base setting makes it possible for all exciting adventures. this part has a slow start. trying to get from the previous scene to the new one. but once there, I tried to make it an intense one. it closes some parts and opens new ones to proceed for the next chapters to start with the second roulette game. love to hear what you guys think of it. enjoy reading. Part 20 As I walk over the path, with my cock still hard against the fabric of my shorts, I am thinking. Fuck... what happened here. How dumb could I be... leaving them there, fucking, playing, in that banana tree garden, and I let myself just fade away... without any resistance... How could I ..... Fuck ..... I bet they will go on for a while . And Jason's smartwatch was red... It means he is poz. I really wonder... Did he fuck my friend Paul back home before the holiday? Did he.... maybe..... poz him up???? And that's why he could not come???? Why he has been sick??? Those thoughts just run through my mind, but I'm not sure of them all... I did not look closely at his watch. Is he toxic? How toxic? Is he on meds? I still don't know that. I could hit myself in the head... how could I not.... how could I be so stupid that I did not watch it... I don't know, but it has no point to speculate on it, I guess... My cock still hard, pressing against my shorts. While I follow the path back to my room, I can still taste Jason's cum and the Indian twink's hole on my tongue and in my mouth. Sometimes even parts of cum that leaked out of the boy's hole and I took into my mouth are still around my teeth . It keeps my cock hard, tasting them. Damn . I should have stayed... but it's too late now... let's see what the rest of the day will bring. And I still have the roulette game later on today . Thinking of that, I watch on my smartwatch what time it is. Fuck ... it's 11 : 48... I never make it back before 12 . I take the shortest way to my room, with a fast walk. I'm going to be late, but hey, every minute I can take is one... Once in my room, I see some clothes lying on my bed. A card comes with it. Dress code for the African theme party at 12 : 00 hours. It has 2 sets : a swimming short in tiger prints and a very short short and tank top . I choose the swimming shorts with the tiger print. It is way faster to jump into that, and besides, the party at the main stage is at the pool. So it would be nice to get a swim. As fast as I can, I jump into the tiger print swimming shorts , get my flip-flops on, and head right out of my room again, setting my path to the main stage and pool. I can hear the music playing. It's African music and it looks crowded . A lot of men have come to the party, all dressed in tiger print swim shorts or clothes. The heat of the sun is doing its own part ; it is really hot, so it makes the African party even more African, I guess. I can see some male dancers in the crowd and on the stage. They wear feathers and traditional clothes. They are all shirtless. Their bodies are muscular . Some are shiny black-skinned, a lust for my eyes. Sweat is dripping on their bodies while they dance. The hotel built a temporary coconut bar at the pool, so in this heat I could use a drink and get my mind a bit off what happened earlier. I walk to the bar first, before I head off to the swimmingpool. Next to the bar, there is one of the dancers. He looks hot, very hot. His black body, wet from sweat , dances , glittering in the heat of the sun. My mouth almost starts to water. I am not the only one watching him. I can see bulges all over... While the black dancer is doing his moves, I can sometimes see his cock swinging against the fabric of his traditional clothes. I guess he knows that too , but he makes no intention to hide or prevent it. Should this be the dancer that the help talked about earlier ? Did he fuck with him? Photo African themed dancer Damn ... I wish I would ... he could rip me apart. I can feel my hole twitching. Slowly , I walk to the bar, my gaze on the dancer. It is almost hypnotic. Instantly, I get an open coconut made of glass, filled up with a cocktail drink. I don't even know what the bartender gave me, but it looks and tastes good. I keep watching to all the dancers. They look like African gods, I think to myself, while I put my flip-flops at the side of the pool and jump in the water. The pool is not deep at all ; the water is just reaching my knees, but it is refreshing. The music is playing nicely , guys are dancing in and outside the pool. There are hot bodies all over. Some guys clearly have a hard-on, and when I watch closely , I can see some guys grinding some asses, some are touching, and some... are sucking... It is all happening in public, and no one really looks up from it. It is like they don't care at all, and it is all normal. Ill join up in the party, and start to dance, whit my cocktail coconut in my hand, in the pool. This feels so relax and fun. This is exactly the thing I was expecting from the holiday. Not all the fucking ... but... I don't want it any other way now... Photo of the pool party, guys dancing I dance and I dance. Almost stumbling against other guys , but everyone is okay . Some start to grind my ass and move on again. Some guys drop down next to me and start to suck someone . Too bad not with me, but it gives me a perfect way to watch others suck. Some guys swallow and have some cum dripping around their mouths. It's so hot. After some time, I feel a big hand grabbing my ass through the fabric of my swim shorts . It's a big, tight grip on one of my cheeks and a finger pressing close up to my sphincter. My body shivers at the unexpected firm touch . I can feel the dominance of the unknown person behind me, his eyes staring at my back. "Hi there, Jake, missed me ?" Slowly I turn myself, staring into the eyes of a hot Latin guy. It is Felix... the partner of the daddy, whom I both fucked with last night. My hole is still remembering their cocks and starts to shiver with excitement . His hand is still firmly placed on my ass. Both his biohazard tattoos stand out perfectly on his skin, a bit shiny from the reflecting sun on the pool onto his body. Some water or sweat is running down his chest. I can only lick my lips. I nod to him. Fuck , I did miss him ; I want him and his daddy to fuck me again, even if it is here in public. Slowly, my hand reaches automatically to his crotch, and he lets me. My hand grabs him, feeling his half-hard cock through the fabric of his tight tiger print swimshorts . Just above this, his hot tattoo of 2024 showing with pride, the date and loads that he took when daddy poz'd him. I sure missed it, I whisper to him, while he starts to laugh. "Daddy is not here," he tells me . "It's just me with some friends hanging out and partying in the pool," he says with a dark, low voice. Slowly and steadily, I put myself closer to him, watching him in his eyes. My hand pushes at the beginning of his swim shorts and slowly reaches inside. I feel his shaved pubes, tickling my fingers while I push my hand deeper into his shorts. Slowly wrapping my hand over his cock, playing with it. My fingers touching his balls, and I start to jerk him slowly. My eyes still locked on his. his cock even feels better and bigger than I remember from last night. Guys are dancing and partying around us, not paying attention to us. But even if they did, I would not care. Knowing this cock fucked me. My hole served his cock and wanting him again. My hole shivers with the thought. I lean in, and my lips start to kiss him , tasting his soft, warm lips, and soon his tongue follows. Our tongues wrestling, our world getting smaller to just us two. I don't care about others watching or being in public. I've lost many limits and borders this holiday, so why should I start to hold back now? We kiss intensely , while he keeps his hand on my ass, grabbing it tight and his finger pushes against my hole through the fabric of my swimwear. I taste his spit while our mouths wrap around each other . His small trimmed beard scratching my chin. Real slow, I start to pull my lips away from his and kiss his neck. While my hand keeps jerking him , feeling him get harder and harder. I kiss my way down to his chest. My eyes fixed on his two biohazard tattoos on his muscular chest. I start to lick them , following the lines of his tattoo , circling it to his nipples . I suck on them and then go back to follow the tattoo lines again to his other nipple. He moans softly, a noise that I love to hear, a compliment to the job I am doing. Slowly, I go down, kissing his belly, his belly button, until I reach the waistband of his swim shorts . The humid air presses against my skin as I kneel in the cool water of the pool. Music pulses-reggaeton bass thumping deep in my chest-and colored lights dance on the water's surface. Laughter and splashes surround us, but my world narrows to the man standing before me: Felix. Sweat glistens on his dark skin, tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. His swim trunks hang low on his hips, and the thick outline of his cock strains against the wet fabric, already tenting it obscenely. My mouth waters instantly ; a primal feeling settles low in my belly. I want him. Water from the swimming pool is now to my chest. Bent down, with my head before Felix's swim shorts, which clearly show his hard cock . My mouth grabs his hard cock through the fabric , teasing him, playing with it, while my hands play with the waistband of his swim shorts. "Been waiting for this all night, papi," I murmur, my voice trembling with tension Slowly , really slowly, I pull it down , inch by inch , revealing his trimmed pubic hair and the base of his shaft . I watch into Felix's eyes while I see him smile. He loves this view of me, bent before him, begging for his cock , ready to pleasure him publicly in the swimming pool . The scent of chlorine, coconut oil, and a musky warm smell from his body floods my senses. I can smell him. The smell I sensed before while he fucked me with Daddy earlier. I yank the trunks down his powerful thighs, freeing him. His cock springs up, thick and heavy, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the swollen, purplish head. Thick veins pulsing along the shaft of his cock, the head swollen. It's everything I crave. A big, powerful, thick cock that is willing to fill me up with its big poz cream. "Fuck yeah," Felix groans, his hand tangling roughly in my hair. "Show me how much you missed it, puta." I don't need him to tell it twice. I lean forward, my tongue darting out to catch that salty-sweet pearl of pre-cum. The taste explodes on my tongue -a musky, primal, salty, addictive taste. A low groan rumbles from Felix's chest while a shudder runs visibly through him. Then I open my mouth wide, taking his cock head into my mouth , slowly sucking it in. My tongue circling around the sensitive ridge of his cock head. I can hear Felix moan softly wile I am doing this. His veins on his cock are pulsing, making him harder and harder with each pulse I can feel it getting hard as iron against my tongue. I sink down slowly, taking him deeper, my jaw stretching wide to take his cock all in A low moan vibrates escapes deep in my throat as I sink down further, feeling his thick shaft stretching my lips, filling up my mouth and throat. After a few seconds, my nose presses into his shaven pubic hair, at the base of his cock. It is short shaven, just enough to show a dark shadow and tickle my nose. I breathe , inhaling his raw, intoxicating scent, while some water drips from his stomach onto my face. He pushes his hips slightly forward, so his cock slides just a bit further down my throat . I hold it there, my mouth wide stretched open, his cock pulsing in my throat , slightly gagging, while I keep looking up to his face, into his eyes. His cock only half way in my throat. "Coño, that mouth," Felix growls, while his hands grab the back of my head. His hands tangle roughly in my hair, massaging me, while I'm on my knees, in the pool, with his cock half in my throat . I'm not sure if someone is watching, but who cares His hands guide me by pushing the back of my head. I obey, hollowing my cheeks, taking it deeper and pulling back again. I'm sucking hard as I pull back up the shaft, then plunging down again, taking him deeper each time. I keep doing that while his cock gets harder and harder. I feel it grow in my mouth. Felix hisses, tightening his grip on my head, guiding me, pushing into me, while his hips bend forward. He keeps pushing hard until my throat opens up more. I try to relax my throat, accepting his cock, to go deeper. His thick veins on his shaft, pulses against my tongue while he slides even deeper into my mouth. I gag slightly, saliva drips down my chin, tears pricking my eyes, but I push through. I don't hesitate, and I don't pull back, driven by pure lust. The sounds are obscene. wet slurps, my choked breaths, his guttural groans. I let him fuck my mouth as deep as I can, worshiping his cock. This is about him. His grip tightens, pulling me harder onto him, fucking my face with short, brutal thrusts. "Te encanta, verdad? You love sucking this dirty cock , don't you?" The scene and excitement are making him curse in Spanish. I moan while having his cock pounding my mouth. My own cock is getting harder underwater , trapped in my swim shorts, ignored. This is all I want. I just want to pleasure Felix. Slowly, Felix is letting my head go. His grip is getting looser, giving me more space to do whatever I want. But I don't let him go. My eyes are watering, spit running down my chin. I start to suck him, pulling back, taking his cock almost all the way out of my mouth before I push myself back onto him. I suck him like I'm starving. My lips crash down against the base of his cock and his shaved pubic hair. I suck him deep, hard , and fast. I hollow my cheeks, bobbing faster, the wet, filthy sounds lost in the music from the pool party . His balls slap against my chin. I can taste some pre-cum in my mouth. "Maldita sea, Félix, eso se ve delicioso." A voice cuts through my focus. A Spanish-sounding voice is calling out near us. It is not Félix . I glance up, Félix 's cock still buried deep in my throat, still on my knees bent down in the pool. A Latin guy stands nearby in the pool, with a beer bottle dangling from his fingers , his eyes wide and fixed on us. He has a grin on his face. He is hot, really hot, as far as I can see, just like Félix .... My eyes watch his body while Félix's cock is still deep in my throat, and my eyes start to water again. He is taller and broader than Félix , but if I have to guess, around his age or even a bit younger. He sips on his beer, his eyes still locked on us, specifically on my mouth stretched around Félix 's cock. A jolt of raw heat mixed with some shame shoots through me. My mind goes crazy... I am being watched... being seen... servicing Félix like this. I moan around Félix's cock, filling my mouth, the vibration making Félix curse and thrust his hips again. "Your little maricón knows how to suck cock, huh?" I know that word.... He is talking about me, as a sissy fag... "He does ," Felix now talks to him ; he is the best fuck I've had here yet, while he smiles at me. "Don't stop, Jake, this is my friend... Just keep sucking ," he tells me. The crude words, the intense stare, and the verbal encouragement from Felix only fuel my desperation. I am fully in heat. I'm not thinking clearly, and I don't care what others think of me. I want this ; I need Felix now. My body is just begging for it. I can feel my sphincter itching , wanting it. I want to make Felix hard, to get him ready to pound me. I suck harder, faster, slurping. My lips pulse over Felix's cock, while my hands start to play with Felix's balls. I want Felix's friend to see how good I suck and how good I make Felix feel, how much I love this dick. Felix's breathing turns into moaning while he grabs a beer from his friend and takes a sip. Felix pulls my head back slightly, his cock slipping wetly from my spit. He pulls back , pulling the head of his cock out of my mouth, leaving my sucking lips with a loud pop. A thick string of spit connects my mouth to his glistening shaft. This is my Cuban friend, Jake…. he laughs. One of the guys we are here with. You know, we are here with a whole group of friends, including Daddy . You saw us all hanging out in the restaurant before... while you were spotting Daddy and me... My eyes get wide... I did... I did... I have seen they were with a group... but I did not really pay attention to the others... And if you think I'm big and toxic , wait until you see him and hear his story, Felix laughs ... If Daddy were right here, he would tell you all about it while my cock would be pounding you in the meantime . But I guess he is busy fucking another boy just like you now... So ... you will hear that story later, I guess... "Enough teasing now," Felix growls, his voice thick with lust. "Get up and bend over the edge. Now." My heart is pumping against my ribs while I stand up, and I feel Felix's hands grab me. He spins me around, facing the pool. The pool party continues. People are laughing in the water nearby, music pumping. But for me, it feels like there is a huge distance, muffled. It is only Felix and me, and his Cuban friend watching us now. All I feel is the cool water under my knees, the humid air, and the burning hands on my shoulders from Felix behind me, guiding me to my place. I scramble forward, bending over the edge of the pool, my ass presented to them. My soaked swim shorts are yanked down my thighs in one rough motion. The air hits my exposed hole, making my sphincter clench instinctively. I hear the slick sound of Felix spitting onto his hand, then the thick, wet slide as he coats his massive cock. I feel the head of his cock against my hole. The intense, hot pressure... his cock against my hole, trying to get inside me. Invading me... like a conqueror. Slowly but steadily , my sphincter is giving in. Felix is entering me. The heat and wetness of his cock feel so good. I missed this. I missed his dirty cock in my hole. Knowing that he's fucked me before, loaded me deep, and given me his poz load already... wanting it again... I know his poz status, but still , I want nothing less. My neg hole, and as far as I know. Is his to breed again. Felix pushes forward, slowly forcing my hole open. My body tenses, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as he breaches me. My sphincter gives, and it feels like it is ripped open again by a knowing force…. the force of Felix's cock. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but quickly melts into a deep, aching fullness. I can feel a plop. the head of Felix's cock just plopped in. My body shivers, and I let out a soft moan. Fuck ... he is in me once again... I can feel his heat, his slimy wet cock head in me. It feels so good and dirty at the same time. Felix doesn't stop. He pushes deeper, inch by inch ; he is sliding deeper into my tight hole. It burns and stings, but at the same time, it feels slippery, warm, and good. I huff and moan while he keeps pushing deeper into me. I can feel him slide deeper and deeper , a burning hot feeling. He's stretching me deep and wide. My fingers claw at the wet tiles of the pool edge while my eyes are locked on his Cuban friend. I try not to whimper . Fuckkkk ... I moan out loud while I feel Felix's balls hit my ass. Felix's cock is fully in me. I feel him deep inside me, the head of his cock poking against my second hole. He is taking it with pride , the Cuban guy tells Felix . While I hear Felix laugh... My hole is in pain, burning, but I love this feeling. I can feel Felix's veins pulsing in my hole , my hole tightly wrapped around his bare cock. I can see his smartwatch glowing red again. He is leaking pre-cum into me. There is nothing new ; I know he is poz. And I love the feeling of his cock deep inside me. Water splashes around us as Felix starts to fuck me , slowly but steadily, in and out. He is finding his pounding rhythm. My hole feels like it's getting torn inside out - burning, stinging, warm... I can't hold on and start to moan softly from pleasure and pain. "Fuck, you're tight again," Felix grunts, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave some bruises behind. "But you take it so well ." He pulls back almost all the way, leaving me feeling empty and desperate, then slams back in hard. A choked cry rips from my throat. The force of his thrust sends water splashing high around us. Each powerful drive of his hips pushes me forward against the pool edge. My cock, trapped and hard, rubs painfully against the rough tile, adding another layer of sensation. Felix sets a brutal pace. Deep, powerful thrusts drive the breath from my lungs. The water swirls around us, splashing against our bodies with every impact. The sounds are filthy and hot….the sound of a brutal, deep fuck. The wet slapping of his balls against my ass, his ragged breathing, my own high-pitched moans , all lost in the party noise. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock thrusting against my inner walls. The stretch is overwhelming, the friction deliciously rough. He fucks me like he owns me, and right now, he does. My hole is getting roughly fucked, scratching my inner walls, making small cuts deep in me. Felix knows….. I know... he is fucking me that hard and intense. He wants to bruise me. He wants to make my hole ready to coat it with his toxic cum . And I ... I let him... I let him fuck me... I want him to cum deep in me... "Look at him, taking it hard and deep," Felix shouts to his friend. "Look how this slut loves it!" " He knows what he is chasing and what he is getting." I glance back, catching the Cuban guy's intense stare. He hasn't moved. He leans against the side of the pool, his beer forgotten. His eyes are dark and hungry, fixed on where Felix's cock disappears into my body. My tight hole wrapped around Felix's cock , a mix of ass fluid and pre-cum coating Felix's cock, making it all even more shiny and intense. The humiliation, the exposure, sends a jolt of pure heat straight to my own neglected cock. I moan louder, pushing back against Felix, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me!" I gasp, the words torn from me. "Harder, papi! Give it to me! Breed me!" Felix laughs, a dark, triumphant sound. He adjusts his stance, spreading my legs wider with his foot. His thrusts become even deeper, impossibly harder. I whimper hard when I feel a sharp sting deep in me. It feels like a snap. Felix just pushed through my second hole , going even deeper. Some tears automatically run into my eyes. My hole, deep inside me, feels warm, filled, and wet. Fuckkkk….. I moan out loud, hard enough to get over the sound of the music. Each plunge feels like Felix is trying to reach my throat by fucking my hole. The water surges around us with every powerful drive. I feel stretched impossibly wide, filled to bursting. My hole burns, but it's a good burn, the burn of being used exactly how I crave. My moans are constant now, ragged cries punctuated by gasps as Felix pounds and rubs his cock over my prostate relentlessly, sending electric shocks through my body. "Breed me, breed me!" I moan out loud . "Make your daddy proud!" I can feel Felix's cock swelling inside me, pulsing hotter, thicker. Oh, I will ... he laughs... I am fucking you for both of us... I'll shoot our toxic DNA in you, boy... Felix starts to pound even harder. Hard, deep thrusts , smacking his hips hard against my ass. His cock, pounding like a big knife in me , bruising me the way I crave. An almost animal groan tears from his throat. "Aquí viene, maricón," he growls. "Take my fucking cum!" He slams his cock deep into my hole again and holds it there, grinding his hips against my ass. I feel his cock pulse , thickening up, and his veins widen... then... a hot, thick wet pulse deep inside me as his cockhead flares and releases a flood of cum. It shoots deep in me. I can feel it, the warmth... it stings a bit, coating my inside walls and shooting hard against them . Pulse after pulse, I can feel his cock shooting big loads of cum in me. I moan loudly with every shot of cum I feel... Felix is holding me in place meanwhile , so I can't pull my ass away if I would have wanted to. The sensation of his hot seed spilling inside me, marking me, claiming me, is overwhelming. A shudder wracks my body. My own cock jerks painfully against the tile, untouched but leaking. Felix pulls back slightly, panting, his cock still buried deep , sweat dripping from his chin onto my back. "Good boy," he barks to me while I look back at him. Catching his eyes, I feel proud and exhausted from the pleasure I gave Felix , and not to forget the fulfilled burning feeling in my hole from his cum swimming in my guys. His Cuban friend lets out a low whistle. "Dios mío, Félix," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "You're wrecking that hole." Felix grins down at me, his eyes predatory. "Just doing my job," he smiles darkly, his hands tightening on my hips again. "This boy knows what his ass is meant for." He pulls his cock back, almost all the way out of my hole , the thick head barely in my sphincter , then drives forward again with renewed force. He pushes really hard and forcefully . The water explodes around us. I moan hard again while I can feel some cum dripping out of my hole. Felix just laughs. He owned me completely. And I loved every filthy, powerful second of it.... while he keeps his cock buried deep in my hole, he grabs my chest and pulls me close to him. his hard fit chest against my back. his nipple pushing against my back. his breath around my neck. it is time to see your ranking, Jake ... he whispers in my ear. just after he says it, he licks my ear with his tongue down my neck. I shiver again, while I still feel his hard cock buried deep in me. The beating music slowly gets softer and softer, while the spots are going on, on the stage. The host walks up , followed by some help who are pushing a big iron X on wheels . Someone is bound to it. "Are you all having a great party?" he shouts out loud to the guests . Everyone yells back to confirm. Felix and I don't yell; instead, I can feel Felix trust his hips again for a second, pounding his cock up and down in me again. He does not pull out, though , and I really don't mind. I love the feeling of his cock still in me. As you know, we are here to start the African theme day, beginning with this great party. I hope you all like the whole setting, dancers, music, and drinks. For the opening, I would like to start with this African beauty , hanging right here behind me. You all know him, the boy who broke the rules. The helps turn the cross pretty easily , because it is standing on wheels. I watch as I see Kayode exposed on it, hanging, naked , with only a small cloth around his cross. Cum is leaking from his hole and mouth, over his body. He looks exhausted , whored out, and not interested in all that is happening. It seems like he is in his own mind , that exhausted ... This boy broke the rules and therefore got fucked for more then 24 hours long by anyone who wanted... I look back to Felix while his cock is still buried deep in me. Did you? I mumble... Felix laughs at me. I did not, I saved my load for your hole... and starts to kiss my neck while he thrusts his hips again, causing me to let a short, soft moan escape out of my throat. As you can see, cum is dripping out of this boy's hole. He took more than 800 cocks and loads within this time : toxic ones, negative ones, high viral loads, and so on. His sphincter took a beating, and... you guys ripped it... You gave him his punishment. You guys fucked and used him so hard that his sphincter is ripped and torn apart. So ... his hole will stay open for all his life. He will be leaking, and everyone will know what a slut he is. He has to wear some diapers now... the host laughs meanly . By not following the rules, all the images and videos taken of him, from all the encounters he had, will be publicly placed on the internet. No worries, the top faces won't be shown, only their cocks. Kayode is not even protesting ; it is like he is not taking it in at all. He is too far away in his head. This way, this boy receives a punishment for life, just as he agreed to, by signing into this holiday . And now, he will be expelled and sent back home. Please, all wave him goodbye . Most guests start to wave and make some noise , while the helpers push the cross off the podium, with Kayode hanging on it. While I am watching that, I feel Felix pulse his hips again, ramming his cock a bit deeper in me again. It makes my mind set back to his cock instead of the view of Kayode. Felix's cock is still hard, though it is getting a bit softer. He keeps it up my hole, though . If I have to guess... to be sure his cum won't leak out of my hole. Now for the top scoreboard .... A lot has happened .... A lot of fucks have taken place, and a lot more cum has flowed . The big screen turns on now, with the top score from the last time. I can see my name again... almost in the top 10... 42 loads..... Now... place 8 starts to disappear , it was Kayode... So everyone lower, moves one rank up. Well, guys, we had to correct this score. number 8 was booted, so... The host speaks into the microphone. Now... let's count the new loads in....... and be aware, these are the stats from one hour ago.... Everyone is getting excited , even Felix behind me, while he pulses his hips a few times, making his cock push back and forth in me and stimulating my prostate again. I moan softly while my hands grab onto the back of his ass. I don't want him to pull out of me.... I watch the scoreboard while the loads are being counted. My eyes are fixed on my name... I guess I get 5 or 6 maybe? If someone came inside me twice . I'm not sure... I can see my numbers going up and up... really fast... How... what???? I am shocked... my mind is overheating while I'm watching my number go up... I took Daddy's and Felix's loads... a load from the guy at night at Kayode's ... But ... this ???? How... 10.... 20.... 30.... 50 loads are counted in my numbers and it keeps rising... This has to be a mistake. What is this????? A feeling of panic becomes part of me... panic, while I feel Felix's cock slowly push up and down in me... Felix is grinning... barely audible to me ... My numbers keep going up... 60.... 70... whattttttt? Wtf????? No way... how???? My name is really fast entering the top 10 and top 5.... It keeps counting... I shut my eyes... this has to be wrong??? They made a mistake... this can't be. Is this a dream... I need to wake up.... we have a new leader on the scoreboard; the host announces exciting news . and most of the top 10 scores have changed with it. well ... someone has been busy... number one clearly is in the lead with a big score... i can hear the crowd go wild and clap for the achievement. with that, i feel felix's cock pushing in my hole again. he is pulsing his hips again. slowly , i open my eyes to see what score i have. fuck... no... no way... how... I'm fucked... I'm really fucked... I am... probably loaded with lots of poz loads... how??? my eyes are fixed on my name, which stands out at number one... a count with 257 loads... how? how???? fuck... no, this can't be... I never took so many. this has to be a mistake. I never did this... i whisper ... i hear Felix laugh softly... you did, boy he wispers in my ear... remember the frozen cum at daddy night? while daddy and I fucked you and lubed you up with the frozen cum? you took more than one of those frosty cum shot rockets... we started to collect those loads some months ago when we booked this holiday . freezing them, load after load until they became real big frozen cumload rockets. made from our toxic load. so yeah, boy, you took that many loads... we are making you a winner in every way this holiday ... he laughs out loud. with that, he pushes his cock hard up my hole, so I feel his cock sting in me again , making me shiver. and you know what... another load is right inside of you, making you go up one load again... no thanks for that, he smiles, while he kisses my back. now go and enjoy your top ranking... I'll see you later again. with that, Felix pulls his half-hard cock out of my hole, pulls his swim shorts up, and smacks my ass with his bare hand before I hear him turn around and walk away in the pool together with his Cuban friend. I'm in shock... a sort of dream, while I automatically grab my swim shorts and pull them back up. really... am I that kind of slut... is this what I became... is this me... what the fuck did I do? and there is no way to change it now... I guess I have to accept that this is what it is and this is what I am... a slut. I can hear the host pronounce the beginning of African Day and that the next roulette game is about to begin. That within a half hour, the participants have to check in right at the side of the pool. Participants like me... the ones that signed in... And there is no way... I want to break the rules after seeing what happened to Kayode. I have to accept my fate ... I will be fucked, used, and loaded here and will be poz by the end of the holiday . Photo of Jake in the pool, after being fucked by Felix. Still in shock by the scoreboard.

Frosting is for pastries, fucking is for insemination.

Dan woke up in his dimly lit apartment, the sunlight filtering through the blinds casting long shadows across the room. His body felt heavy, weighed down by a fever that had been lingering for days. A throbbing headache pulsed behind his eyes, and fatigue clung to him like a second skin. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he typed out a message to Jason. "Hey, I’m feeling worse. Fever, headache, fatigue. Could this be… you know?" The response came quickly, Jason’s casual tone belying the gravity of the situation. "Might be. I’ll come over and check you out. Stay put." Less than an hour later, there was a knock at the door. Dan dragged himself up, his body protesting every movement. He opened the door to find Jason standing there, his athletic frame filling the doorway, his brown eyes assessing Dan with a mixture of concern and something darker, something Dan couldn’t quite place. “You look like shit,” Jason said bluntly, stepping inside. “Let’s see what’s going on.” Dan sat on the edge of the bed, his body trembling with a mix of illness and anticipation. Jason knelt in front of him, his hands gently probing Dan’s lymph nodes, his touch clinical yet intimate. “Based on what you’ve told me, it’s possible,” Jason said, his voice low. “But I’d be more certain if I could… get a better look inside.” Dan’s heart raced. He knew what Jason was suggesting, and despite feeling like death, a heat stirred in his groin. “What do you mean?” Jason’s eyes locked onto Dan’s, his expression unreadable. “Your hole. If it’s as hot as I think it is, it’ll confirm my suspicion.” Dan swallowed hard, his mind racing. He was sick, vulnerable, and yet the idea of Jason’s cock inside him was undeniably arousing. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Jason nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Good boy. Keep using the poppers. It’ll help.” Dan reached for the bottle of poppers on the nightstand, inhaling deeply as Jason moved behind him. He felt Jason’s hands on his hips, guiding him to his knees, his ass exposed. The room spun slightly, but the poppers sharpened his senses, heightening his awareness of Jason’s presence behind him. “Relax,” Jason murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “This won’t take long.” Dan felt Jason’s fingers press against his hole, slick with lube, slowly pushing inside. He gasped, his body tense but yielding. Jason’s touch was firm yet gentle, preparing him with deliberate care. “You’re tight,” Jason remarked, his voice thick with desire. “But you’ll take it. Won’t you?” Dan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes.” Jason stepped back momentarily, the sound of a lube bottle being opened echoing in the quiet room. Dan felt Jason’s hands on his hips again, guiding him into position. Then, he felt the head of Jason’s cock press against his entrance, thick and insistent. “Ready?” Jason asked, his voice a low growl. “Yes,” Dan whispered, his body aching with need. Jason thrust forward, his cock sliding inside Dan’s hole with a slow, deliberate motion. Dan moaned, the sensation overwhelming—a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers through his body. “Fuck, you’re hot,” Jason groaned, his voice strained. “Just like I thought.” Dan felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. Jason began to move, his thrusts gentle but insistent, his cock filling Dan completely. “This confirms it,” Jason said, his breath hot against Dan’s neck. “You’re converting. And I’m gonna make sure you feel it.” Dan’s mind fogged with arousal, his body responding despite his illness. He felt Jason’s cock thrust deeper, the heat in his hole intensifying with every movement. “Fuck, Jason,” Dan gasped, his voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take much more.” “Just a little longer,” Jason murmured, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Let me feel you take it all.” Dan clenched his fists, his body arching slightly as Jason’s cock drove into him. He felt Jason’s breath quicken, his movements becoming more frantic. “Gonna cum,” Jason groaned, his voice raw. “Gonna fill you up, boy.” Dan’s eyes widened as he felt Jason’s cock twitch inside him, hot streams of cum flooding his hole. He moaned, his body trembling with the force of it, the sensation overwhelming. “Good boy,” Jason whispered, pulling out slowly. “Now rest. You need it.” Dan collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt Jason’s hand on his shoulder, a brief moment of tenderness before Jason left the room. When Dan woke again, the sunlight had shifted, casting the room in a softer glow. He felt a presence beside him and turned to see Jimmy sitting on the edge of the bed, his green eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “Welcome to the club,” Jimmy said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Congratulations on your conversion.” Dan’s heart raced as he processed Jimmy’s words. “You… you knew?” Jimmy smirked. “Of course. Jason and I don’t keep secrets from each other. Especially not about this.” Dan felt a surge of arousal, his body responding despite his exhaustion. “Jimmy… I want you to… to cum in my poz hole.” Jimmy’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire. “Gladly.” Jimmy moved swiftly, his hands guiding Dan back onto his knees. Dan felt Jimmy’s cock press against his hole, thick and insistent, and he gasped as it slid inside. “You’re still hot,” Jimmy remarked, his voice thick with lust. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dan moaned, his body arching slightly as Jimmy began to thrust, his cock filling him completely. “Fuck, Jimmy,” Dan gasped, his voice hoarse. “Harder.” Jimmy complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock driving into Dan’s hole with relentless intensity. Dan felt his body respond, his hole clenching around Jimmy’s cock, milking it for every drop. “Gonna cum,” Jimmy groaned, his voice strained. “Gonna mark you as mine.” Dan’s eyes widened as he felt Jimmy’s cock twitch inside him, hot streams of cum flooding his hole. He moaned, his body trembling with the force of it, the sensation overwhelming. “Good boy,” Jimmy whispered, pulling out slowly. “You’ve earned it.” Dan collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt Jimmy’s hand on his back, a brief moment of connection before Jimmy stood and left the room. Lying there, Dan felt the weight of the moment settle over him. The lines between desire, risk, and consequence had blurred, leaving him with more questions than answers. He closed his eyes, the warmth of Jimmy’s cum still pooling inside him, and let the silence envelop him. What had he become? And was it what he truly wanted? The answers would have to wait. For now, he was content to drift, his body heavy, his mind adrift in a sea of uncertainty and desire.

I made my way to the door and knocked, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. Almost immediately, the door opened and there was Tim, standing confidently in nothing but his briefs again. "Hey boy, glad you made it. I'm excited for another go at that ass!" He turned me around and hugged me tightly from behind, I could feel his dick pressed against me through the fabric and it did nothing to hide his arousal. I licked my lips, shuffled awkwardly into the house, and started to make myself comfortable. Tim offered me a drink and I gladly accepted, hoping it would loosen me up a bit to enjoy the experience more. Tim came back with a glass and while I drank it down, he didn't waste any time, starting to grope me and pull at my clothing. My body responded instantly and I set down the empty glass and helped him pull the rest off of me until I was naked. Tim looked me up and down and growled, "Mmmm, good boy. Get over here." He pulled me in and started kissing me aggressively, exploring my mouth with his tongue and grabbing my ass. It was exciting and I kissed him back, trying to give as good as I was getting. The passion was building between us and Tim got progressively more handsy as the minutes went by. Eventually, he pulled away and looked me over again. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and started slowly walking me down the dark hallway to a different room than last time. "I thought we'd change things up this time, hope for better results," he said as he opened the door and led me inside. The room wasn't very big, but what it lacked in size it made up in ambience. A soft red glow lit up the space and I smelled that same scent I had gotten from the wet spot in my underwear after he came inside me. It overwhelmed my senses and I felt a rush of horniness from my toes up through the top of my head as the memory of our first encounter played through my mind. I sagged a little and let out an involuntary moan. The rest of the room was sparse, but I noticed some drawers in a corner with various small bottles on top, some of which I recognized as lube. In the middle of the room was a sling. I had seen enough porn to know what it was but I had never been in one before. My heart jumped with excitement as I imagined myself in place of some of the bottoms I'd seen online. "This is my special room, hasn't let me down yet. I think you're really going to enjoy yourself here." Tim led me over the sling and helped me into it, lifting my legs into the stirrups so that my hole was exposed. He took a second to bend down and blow lightly on my hole, which clenched automatically at the sensation. With a quick chuckle, Tim turned and started rifling through the drawers while I got settled. I laid back and took stock of my surroundings, noticing a mirror on the ceiling above me. Tim had turned back around and I could see him taking off his briefs in the mirror, his monster of a cock springing out once the fabric was out of the way and just barely brushing against my ass. A shiver went through me and I tried to adjust my position to get closer to him. "Hehe, hungry tonight eh?" Tim chuckled. "Let's make sure you get what you came for." He reached behind him in one of the drawers, his arm out of sight. "Sometimes I can get a little rough and accidentally push guys back in the sling, these will help you stay put." In a flash, he quickly wrapped my ankles with some restraints and attached them to the sling. Startled, I started to try and sit up, but he gave the sling a strong push that caused me to lose my balance and fall backwards. He gestured in my direction and said, "See? Now I can really open you up without you falling out the back." "I don't know about this," I mumbled, feeling some anxiety building despite his efforts to calm me down. Things were moving very quickly and now I wasn't sure I was ready for this kind of play. "It's not a big deal, it's just so you don't slide while we're fucking. I won't restrain your hands for now," he grinned. He stood directly in front of me, hands on his hips and his hard cock jutting straight out in front, pressed against my hole. My movements in the sling trying to sit up again made the tip drag slightly across my opening and I could feel a wetness that must have been precum. I was torn between fear and lust, still trying to hold myself up but not quite sure what to do. Tim just looked down at me, watching with a hungry expression while I tried to sort my thoughts. My abs and arms were starting to get tired from holding my torso up. "Well? What's it gonna be, boy?" Tim finally prompted. "You really want to stop now?" I leaned back, covering my face with my arm. "I don't know, it just feels like a lot." "You asked for this, boy. You reached out to me, remember?" he scolded me, but he still didn't move. I felt bad. He was right, I had initiated all of this and now I was giving him blue-balls just because I got nervous? I moved my arm and looked up at him. There was a disappointment in his face that made me feel even more guilty than before. How would I have reacted if I was in his position? I would have been upset too, it wasn't really fair of me. "Ok, sorry. It's ok, It's just a lot of firsts all at once. I'm overreacting," I apologized. Tim's disappointment immediately melted away and was replaced by a big grin. "Good boy! I knew you'd come around, but be ready - once I start, I'm not stopping until you take my load. Especially now... last chance to back out." He rocked his hips and his dick poked at my hole, the precum letting the tip start to open me up, just a little... "Yeah, ok... let's do it," I agreed and reached up to grab the chains and brace myself. Tim leaned over me and kissed me hard again. "That's good, boy. Here, take a long inhale of this, it'll help with the first push." He reached behind him and grabbed one of the bottles, opening it and holding it under my nose. "What is it?" I asked, it smelled like the nail polish remover my sister used. "This is poppers. It'll help your hole relax and open you up faster. It feels good," Another new thing... but I had already agreed so I put my doubts aside and took a deep breath when he held the bottle under my nose. A couple seconds later I felt a warm rush and tingles through my entire body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the feeling. Tim saw me react and said, "Perfect, now deep breath, boy - here it comes." He grabbed the sling and started to push. The poppers did their job and my hole relaxed despite the intrusion and soon, and I had a perfect view of his dick in the mirror overhead as my hole opened up for him and he slipped further and further inside me. "Oh..my..god," I breathed heavily and my body started shaking from all the sensations. I had forgotten how big he was and it felt like he was splitting me open, but my body was somehow managing to take him in. I was having trouble sorting through what was pain and what was pleasure, focused on the feeling of my pulse in my hole, gripping his cock with each beat. "Fuck yeah, that feels amazing," Tim kept pushing slowly and steadily into me. I couldn't believe he was still going, it already felt like he was so deep. "Almost there, another big push coming," he reminded me. I jolted a little at the memory, remembering the crazy sensation of his last inch just as he met the resistance in my hole. I felt the intense pressure and pushed slightly against it, and with one final shift of the hips, Tim's cock forced its way through and deep inside me. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. I fuckin love this hole, you're gonna be my good boy forever, right?" Tim started rocking, each thrust pushing that deep spot over and over. I was still reeling from the aftereffects of the poppers, and I writhed in the sling, trying to savor every sensation. Tim didn't let up at all, and soon I was overcome by the power of his fucking. He pushed deep into me with each thrust, pulling out just enough each time that I felt every inch of him over and over and over. Soon, his breathing turned ragged and his thrusts more urgent. I could tell he was getting close. "Here comes number one!" He almost shouted as he pressed against me, leaning hard against the sling until he was almost hanging off me by his dick, and with one final push I could feel the hot pulsing of his cock as his cum flowed into me. A deep satisfaction started to fill my brain and I knew, this is what I had been looking for... and now I wanted, no...needed, more. My cock leaked a steady stream of precum as he started to pump in and out again, riding out the end of his intense orgasm. Tim collapsed on my chest and kissed me deeply, his dick still hard inside me. "That was so good, I couldn't hold off any longer. Give me a sec and we'll go for round two." We stayed like that for a few minutes, and his cock never softened. I could feel his desire radiating through my hold, making my whole body tingle as it reciprocated what I felt from him. Slowly, he stood back up and started slowly pumping again. The feeling was different now, easier with the additional lubrication of his first load inside me. "Fuck... yes, feels so good!" I moaned. Tim settled into a nice rhythm and before long, I was fully enjoying the ride again. The sling made it so that he went deep with every stroke. I watched his face while he fucked me, and could tell he was trying to make it last. As time passed, Tim started to get more aggressive and more verbal. "This fuckin hole, I could breed you for days." "You feel so good, I love being balls deep in you." "Yeah, getting nice and loose, I love a sloppy hole that doesn't fight me." "Gonna knock you up good, boy." I could understand what he had said about the ankle restraints, some of the thrusts were definitely pushing me hard. I struggled to accommodate his massive cock inside me - it was definitely stretching me out and pushing me to my limit. But Tim's running commentary helped keep me horny and distracted. We kept it up like that for a while before Tim said, "Yeah... You're gonna take my poz load deep in your hole, boy" He was starting to speed up, "I'm almost there, definitely gonna give you my HIV this time!" Every muscle in my body tensed. The pleasure I had been feeling stopped instantly and my stomach dropped as his words registered. "Wha..what do you mean? Stop, stop please." Wide-eyed, I started to try and sit up again, pushing against his stomach, but I couldn't get any leverage in the sling. Plus, it was hard to balance with him still thrusting into me. I tried to pull away but my legs were strapped in, and every time I tried to sit up or reach him, Tim simply pushed me back down and gave my ass a firm thrust in punishment. My hole clenched in fear. "Oh fuck, you're squeezing my dick so hard. Milking that load out, huh boy? Here it comes!" He laughed, and with a final thrust he pushed as deep as he could into me again. I shouted out and tried to move, but I felt a hot sensation deep in my ass and knew it was too late. His cock gave several strong twitches and my hole reacted instinctively, clenching and relaxing which only seemed to draw everything further inside me. Not only that, but my brain started to get fuzzy and everything seemed to slow down. I couldn't explain it, but it was like my body was working against me. I started to tear up and covered my face with my arm so he wouldn't see. "Good boy, just let it happen. Nice... that's right, get every drop," Tim continued talking to me as if he hadn't just forced me to take his load. He reached behind him and I heard him rummaging through the drawer behind him without removing his cock from my ass. I moved my arm to see what he was doing just in time for him to grab it, slap on a cuff, and secure it to the chain nearby. It was clearly a practiced move, something he had done over and over. I started swinging my free hand wildly, trying desperately to maintain some sort of freedom, but it was a losing battle. Once all my limbs were restrained, Tim finally pulled out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that didn't give me the relief I thought it should... "There we go, now we can really relax and make sure it takes this time," Tim turned and started looking in the drawer again, eventually turning back with a large butt plug in hand. He spit on it and pushed it into me, and I grunted as it locked into place. "Can't have you wasting my cum now can we?" He laughed again. "Why are you doing this? I don't understand... please let me go." I was shaken, but somehow my own cock was rock hard. I needed to get out of there and figure out what to do next. "Oh come on, you knew exactly what was going on. I told you last time I was breeding you with a toxic load. If that's not what you wanted, why did you contact me? You seemed pretty into it for the first load." I searched my memory and he was right, those were the words he had used the first time. I had taken two HIV positive loads from him already! But as far as I knew, nothing had happened that first time. I must have been lucky... I didn't know how to respond so I stayed quiet. I could feel my pulse on the plug in my ass, and my cock still hadn't gone down. What was wrong with me? "But this time, we'll make sure it takes," Tim said casually. "Always fun finding naive neg boys like you. Thought I got you last time, but my viral load is higher now. The process is already started, and with those big loads, you've got a good dose of my DNA in you already. Your cock knows what's up, you're gonna love it. Once you're poz, you'll be free to take as many loads as you want. We'll make you a proper cumdump soon enough." I was horrified. Was it really too late? I didn't know much about how HIV worked except that this is exactly why I was supposed to use condoms... "Yeah, can't wait to own this hole forever," Tim jiggled the plug in my hole, which caused a glob of precum to leak out of me. He wiped the precum from my cock and licked his finger. "Mmm, love tasting a boy's last neg cum. We'll make sure and get all of it out soon so you can start making the real stuff." He gave me an evil grin and turned around to the drawers again. "You know, no matter who fucks you after today, you'll always have me inside you, boy." When he turned back, he was holding some black straps which he wrapped around my ass. I could feel pressure on the plug and realized the straps were holding it very firmly in place. "This will make sure the plug stays in. I'm gonna take a break and have a drink. You can sit here for a bit and let that settle." I hadn't even thought to push it out... that probably would have been a good idea. Tim walked out of the room and I was left with my thoughts. Alone, I struggled to free one of my arms, but I was stuck. There was really nothing I could do but wait. My heart was racing and I tried to calm myself down. "He can't keep me here forever, I'll get medical help as soon as I get out of here," I thought. But a small part of me started to argue, "he must have been HIV positive for a while and he seems healthy enough. Is it really that bad?" My cock throbbed. It was a dangerous thought. For some amount of time, I fought with myself. I was scared of what the future would be like, and what people would say, but my dick had stubbornly refused to go down ever since he came inside me. And I did still love the feeling of bare sex... maybe it was better like this? No. This was wrong, and besides, it wasn't fair for him to make the decision for me. But did he really? I knew it had been risky to bareback with a stranger. I could have deleted Jake's message and stuck to what I knew. But that would have meant that most of my sex would be with condoms, which sounded awful. What he did to me was unforgiveable and evil. But, Tim did give me a couple chances to back out, and I stuck around... It was probably my own fault for not learning more about the dangers before I really dove into this life. Eventually I came to the conclusion that there was no use in assigning blame right then. Tim was probably right, and it was done already if his viral load was really so high. At this point I may as well try to cooperate and at least enjoy some of it. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on what felt good instead. I discovered that if I tried to push out the plug, relaxing my ass afterwards would let the straps push it back into me with a satisfying thump which felt great. I closed my eyes and kept that up for a bit, starting to get into it when Tim walked back in the room. "Oh, that looks fun. Let me help." He removed the straps and pulled the plug, just enough to give my hole a good stretch, before pushing it back in - only he pushed at an angle I couldn't achieve on my own. It must have been a direct hit on my prostate because my cock gave a huge twitch and a massive glob of precum escaped. He eagerly bent down and licked my shaft, then took the entire thing into his mouth. It felt amazing. I'm not usually into receiving oral, but the sensation of his tongue along with the plug was working for me and I started to feel my own orgasm building. I tried pushing my hips upwards to finish when Tim pulled away, stopping me just short of cumming. "Oh no you don't!" He scolded me. "It looks like you're ready for another round." I was panting with lust and thrusting my hips, but it didn't get me anywhere. "You want more of my dirty poz cum, boy? That's the only way I'm gonna let you cum." Tim teased me. I closed my eyes, partly from not wanting to look at him, and partly to try and hide just how turned on I was. Tim came around and knelt down so that his head was level with mine. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's ok to want it. Giving in is easier and way more fun. Just think about how good it will feel to take loads like mine all the time without worrying. You want that don't you?" He started lightly caressing my chest, pinching one of my nipples as his hand made its way down my body. "Tell me what you want." I was lost in the sensations - the plug in my ass, his hands on my body, his breath in my ear...and I could have sworn I could still feel heat from his load deep in my gut. I shuddered as his hand touched my cock and my resistance started to break. "I want you to fuck me again." "That's not it, boy. What do you want?" He persisted. "I want another load in my ass," I was still holding on. "Come on, just say it. You know you want to." He touched the tip of my cock and dragged his finger lightly all the way down the shaft, slick with my leaking precum. I turned my head to face him and looked deep in his eyes. The look on his face was pure desire, it was intoxicating and drew me in. This man was all power and sex, and I realized I really did want more. I wanted more of him, and everything he was. I leaned into him with a kiss and whispered, "please... please poz me." Tim smiled. "I knew you wanted it deep down the first time we met. This is the life you want, I'm gonna own that ass tonight." He walked back to my ass, and without any more preamble, he shoved his full length inside me. I cried out, but this time it was in desire instead of fear or pain, and when he finally came inside me again, my own cock exploded, ridding itself of the last of my neg cum and my old life. He gave me 3 more loads that night before he undid the restraints. By that point, I was completely broken. I was his. I fell asleep with the plug in my ass and Tim holding me in his arms. He said I should stay for the long weekend to make sure we passed any chance of medical intervention. I didn't resist, I begged him to fill me again and again. Even after the weekend, I spent most evenings with him taking as many of his loads as I could. And a couple weeks later, I woke up to the worst flu I had ever experienced - Tim by my side, grinning before pushing into me again.

Dragon’s Fire Dimitrios Argyros stood against the wall of the crowded bar. He was a very tall man—6’8” and built like a bodybuilder. He was wearing tight black jeans which showed off the thick tube of uncut cock that snaked down his right leg and highlighted his big muscle ass. His tight long-sleeve cashmere rippled with muscle and his shiny Rolex hinted at his vast wealth. With the shirt on, his close-cropped hair, dark brown eyes, and handsome angular face looked clean cut. But the shirt concealed the tattooed measuring tape that ran from just past his wrist to his shoulder on his larger, right side. Across the other side was a dragon, whose tail wrapped around his left arm, each scale a precise 1/4 inch marker and the fire from its mouth rippled across his muscular back. Above his hard belly button he sported a toxic waste sign and on his huge leftpec, worked into the dragons back, was a pentagram. Dimitri was a member of the local chapter of the Brotherhood of the Dark Lord. While many chapters worshiped the Dark One solely through hedonistic pleasure, Dimitri and his brother subscribed to an older, more pure version of the Dark Word: the Lord required pleasure and pain to be fully satisfied. It was a world of rigidly defined roles, for Dimitri and his Brothers, there was no give-and-take. Instead, there were top men and bottom men, and bottom men were invariably younger and smaller than top men. And Dimitri had seen the results of their faithful service, as dozens of times over the last 25 years in the middle of a sacred sex ritual, he’d seen his own enormous cock expand in size, plundering the depths of some young male cunt deep and wider. He’d watched his own fists—and that of his brothers— expand and grow large knobby growths as they destroyed yet another boypussy. And Dimitri had seen his own tattoos come alive, and his cock get supernaturally hot with the breath of the dragon, as he spewed toxic seed. So, yes, Dimitri believed that it was his birthright, and one ordained by a god, to own, control, convert, fist, and fuck young men. Dozens of men in the bar tried to get his attention—or least those unaware of his very dark reputation—men of all sizes and shapes. But Dimitri had eyes for only one young man—a boy really, all of 18–in the place. Dimitri was on the hunt, as his previous boy had aged out of Dimitri’s demographic at the ripe age of 25. His new target—Timmy Peters—was a slight waif, 5’5” and barely 100 pounds. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He had good muscle definition and gorgeous abs—Dimitri’s investigators determined skateboarding was his primary athletic pursuit, and so the boys core was tight as a drum—but his chest was slight. Dimitri had refused to look at any of the naked shots his men had gathered—he wanted to save that pleasure for this very evening, as he initiated the boy into his new life of service to Dimitri’s 14 inch pussy destroyer. But he’d seen the boy shirtless, Timmy’s perfect twink body a contrast to his unusually shapely, almost womanly ass, the top of the twin perfect globes visible in the back of his low slung skater shorts. In contrast to his previous conquests of 30 years, who had almost all been blondes or redheads, Timmy had jet black hair and eyes as dark as Dimitri’s own. But unlike Dimitri, the boy’s skin glowed white and Dimitri couldn’t wait to see how it turned bright red under his new masters brutal palms. Dimitri’s cock stirred and swelled in anticipation of the years of pleasure ahead. The thought of what Timmy wanted or desired never crossed the Greek muscle stud’s mind. Dimitri knew that he was a divinely ordained predator, one equipped with a vastly superior cock and body, his seed anointed with a toxic gift, blessed by the Dark Lord with vast wealth. And so when Dimitri divined that a boy was his, he was never wrong. Dimitri smiled across the room at the little dark-haired cherub. Timmy looked vaguely shocked that a muscle stud would show him any interest, and so he smiled shyly back. Dimitri walked over and stood next to the boy, raising his beer bottle in greeting, “I am Dimitri”. Timmy shivered slightly at the deep voice and mysterious, vaguely European accent, but he smiled and said, “My name is Timmy. Pleased to meet you sir.” Dimitri felt his cock stiffen and the fire-breath of the dragon tattoo on his back got warm at the word sir—confirming yet again this boy was his. They made small talk, and Dimitri pretended to be interested when he “learned” the boy was in the city for art school that Fall. That wasn’t going to happen—boys in service to the Brotherhood spent too much time spun out with both their holes stuffed to attend school or hold any other job. Dimitri started dancing with the boy, and soon confirmed what his investigators had uncovered—Timmy had serious daddy issues and loved muscle—and for his part, Dimitri though the boys body and ass were even more perfect than he could imagine. He gave the boy an X and then Dimitri started fingering the boys fuzzy hole, and when the lights went dim, he slipped a big rock of crystal in the tight little pucker. Dimitri used his much larger mouth to swallow Timmy’s cry at the burn, and soon enough Timmy little hole was lapping and pulsing around Dimitri’s big digits. After about 30 minutes, Timmy was very horned up and so Dimitri said, “Come home and let me fuck your brains out.” Timmy nodded,“ Yes, sir.” Dimitri said, “I demand total obedience, you will take what I give you.” Timmy looked scared but Dimitri could see in the little dark eyes that the boy already knew he was meant to be nothing but a pussy hole, and he just said, “Please daddy, I need your big cock. “ In the limo on the way to his penthouse, Dimitri stripped the clothes off Timmy within seconds. He stuffed another rock of crystal in the boys hole and the boy begged to be fucked. But Dimitri didn’t fuck boys who’d not been freshly shaved and douched—he looked forward to humiliating Timmy as he cleaned him out—so he set the boy to work on his big cock. Timmy was a natural cocksucker, but it took months of practice for anyone to learn to take the entire 14 inches of beer bottle thick meat, so Dimitri contented himself with choking the boy, shoving the boys mouth down on the endless tube of his cock, using the little mouth hole like a fleshlight as Timmy wretched and sputtered. As they approached his highrise, Dimitri had the boy clean up all the spittle and mouth juice from his cock and the car seat. Arriving at his series of 15 private parking spots he stepped out of his pants—his driver would bring them up—and carried the small boy in his arms, biting and nipping at the boys small perfect tits, into his private elevator. Reaching his penthouse, Dimitri carried the boy into his big bathroom and put him on his knees on a plush rug. “Chest flat on the floor, arch your back, and spread those cheeks,” Dimitri said, growling with pleasure at the sight of the boys pink hole. Dimitri filled a series three enema bags with water, and dropped a rock of crystal into each. He speared the boy’s cunt and filled his guts. As he expected, the first one was relatively clean and he delighted at how embarrassed Timmy got when the second bag came out dirty as his inner spinchter was drained. Finally, the third bag came out pretty clean. Now, Dimitri took a bag he’d hidden in the linen closet bursting at the seams with chempiss collected over the last week from all the members of the brotherhood. The boy was already high, and as the chempiss tingled his guts he began to moan. The moans turned to groans as the huge bag deflated and stretched his pussy. Finally, he begged Dimitri to stop. Dimitri grinned and started spanking the beautiful white ass, causing the boys insides to flex and finally the contents of the bag were buried deep in the little cunt. Dimitri snapped a small buttplug in, and giving the boy hits of poppers he sat on the toilet and began to train the boys throat. First he taught the boy how to pleasure his cockhead and long dragging foreskin, probably the first uncut tool the boy had seen. Soon enough the boy was able to take about 8 inches of cock, but he was covered in sweat as the piss—heavy in Tina, ecstasy, and coke, and probably laced with other drugs too—began to be absorbed. Mindful the boy was only a beginner, he let the boy seek relief after about 25 minutes. Now the boy was truly wired and he groaned and pushed back on the nozzle as Dimitri used the sure shot to hose him out. Dimitri was getting eager to fuck the boy—and the boy was clearly eager from his own submissive desires accented by all the drugs—and so Dimitri made short work of shaving the boy. He shaved every hair from his little hole, the tiny dust of a treasure trail, and the boys balls. The boy started to resist when Dimitri began to shave his pubes, but a hard slap of command to his boy nuts ended that resistance. Dimitri removed the tight white tshirt he’s kept on a climbed in the shower. The boy was eager to help him soap up, thrilling as his height and huge muscles. Dimitri made him kiss and trace the outlines of his toxic waste symbol. With his tongue. When the boy asked him what it meant, Dimitri smiled and said, “It means when I am done seeding your hole you will carry part of me in you forever.” Timmy looked puzzled then shrugged and leaned forward and mouthed the big cock. Satisfied there were no unsavory ass juices or shaving cream lingering on either of their bodies Dimitri tenderly dried the boy, passionately making out with him. He carried the little twink into one of his big bedrooms with mirrors all around the room and covering the ceiling. He kept the boy in his arms as he went around lighting dozens of candles and turning the lights on low. He positioned the boy on all fours, making sure the boys back arch was perfect. He spanked the little hard melons of his ass until the boy’s skin was flaming red and he was bucking back up and begging for cock. Dimitri squirted laced lube deep into the boy and slicked up his big cock and pushed the huge head of his fuckstick in. Timmy cried out but did not break position. “Let me stretch that hole,” Dimitri growled, and shoved in another inch. The boy screamed and tried to fall onto the bed to get away, but Dimitri held him in place. Dimitri let the boy adjust and soon, knowing it was his place in the world to take cock, Timmy relaxed and pushed back. Dimitri began a slow leisurely fuck, his 14 incha sinking deeper and deeper, until when he got about eight inchs in he began to hit the boys second ring. Dimitri purposefully kept the fuck from pushing inside, and instead began delivering little squirts of chempiss right at the boy’s inner door. Once he was confident that the little whores hole was open and an easy fuck, he pulled back and rammed his cock through the second hole in one hard push. Timmy screamed and collapsed on the bed, Dimitri stayed on top of him and began to brutally ram his cock deep in the boy. Timmy’s face in the mirror showed real fear with an undercurrent of lust as Dimitri raped him deep. Soon, though, the hole opened more and the lust and desire for anal destruction began to overwhelm the bottom slut. Dimitri pulled out and flipped the boy, and threw his legs on his shoulders. As he’d expected, he’d torn the boy’s second hole, and his cock was pink, Dimitri grinned, knowing this would just give the drugs and his toxic seed easier purchase. “You will never not cry out when I do this, even after I’ve fucked you every day for years,” Dimitri said darkly, as he lined up his huge cock and speared the boy again. As promised Timmy cried out and his body spasmed as Dimitri’s 14 inches pounded deep inside him. Dimitri pounded the boy for a good fourty-five minutes, using extreme control to prolong this first fuck of the virgin hole. He pounded the boy in every position, making the boy cry out every time his huge cock rammed in deep. Finally, Dimitri could feel the fire build in his balls. He flipped the boy on his back, and made Timmy hold his legs wide so he could pile-drive into the boys sweet pussy. “Beg me for my toxic seed, boy, beg,” he commanded. His eyes black saucers of lust Timmy commenced begging. When the first squirt of seed spilled out of his huge plundering tool, Dimitri roared, and went crazy. As he did so, he felt the dragon tattoo stir and every candle and light in the room went dark. He felt the dark breath of his deity, and his cock grew by several inches in length and girth. Timmy screamed at the sudden big stretch as Dimitri kept pounding. He felt his cock grow hot, and Timmy started screaming “Burning hot seed, daddy, oh fuck, oh fuck so hot, feels so good.” Dimitri looked in the mirror and could see the shadow of a dragon behind him, he pentagram woven into the tattoo on his chest turned from black to glowing red. Dimitri came for several minutes, so much so that the supernatural seed overflowed out of the boy. He didn’t not stop fucking the boy—this visit by the dragon had only happened in ritual settings before and he had no idea how it was happening now—but all he knew was he needed to posses the boys ass. He knew that his cock would stay enlarged for at least another fuck, but once he came again it would go from giant to its merely huge normal size. Little Timmy was gone to the world, begging “Deeper daddy, more cum, please fuck me.” Dimitri grinned—the supernatural seed the men of the Brotherhood produced apparently burned like a hot poker—one boy had said twice as bad a burn as entire gram of Tina— but then it was ravenously addictive. The boy already belonged to him, and so Dimitri sought to enjoy him, using his enhanced cock to fuck the boy mercilessly. He pushed the boy hard, pile driving into the warm cunt, white seed squishing out as he turned and changed angles. He scooped it up and fed it other boy, who drank it down like sweet nectar. The drugs and seed and made the boy wild, and he just begged for the fucking to continue. And while he cried out in agony with ever deep fuck, he kept his legs wide and begged for more. It was all Dimitri could do not to just pull out and bury his arm to the elbow. And all the other times he’d produced the sacred sperm, he had. But those were boy he’d already been fucking and fisting for weeks, offering their holes to the Dark Lord on the evening of their fuck flu and it’s yearly anniversary, celebrating when they became a full part of the Brotherhood. But this tonight had happened on the first time he’d even been inside the boy, and so he kept that urge for another time. Dimitri fucked the boy for another solid hour, ravishing him in every position around the room. Both men were drenched in sweat, and as Dimitri spanked the perfect white ass, sweat flew in the room. Finally they ended up on the bed, the boy legs arched over his ears, Timmy urging, “Use my hole, daddy give me your toxic seed, come in me again, I need your load daddy.” And so Dimitri came again—a mind-blowingly good orgasm, but without supernatural fireworks. As his body settled down, Dimitri kept his big cock buried to the root and added a potent load of chempiss to the human and supernatural seed in the boys guts. He slapped Timmy’s ass hard—“Keep that in your pussy, pretty boy,” he commanded—and got up to grab a medium sized plug which he shoved into Timmy’s hole. Timmy screeched and spasmed but the toy lodged itself into his guts. Dimitri lay down on the bed, and set Timmy to work cleaning his big tool, showing him, how to use the popper bottle. Dimitri reached into his bedside table and pulled out his preloaded pipe and drew a few big clouds, calling Timmy up and showing him how to shotgun. He then sent Timmy down to his crotch again, instructing him to “Teach yourself to deep throat, just like you see in porn.” Turning on some low, fuck-me-beat music, Dimitri picked up his phone and texted his best buddy, Dr. Conrad Morris, who happened to be the the very doctor little Timmy had gone to see when he moved to the city two weeks ago. “Little Timmy met the dragon. WTF? Call me.” Within seconds his phone rang, when he picked up Conrad said urgently, “Seriously? Like the whole experience? Big cock, gnarly fists, and burning cum?” Dimitri spoke quietly “No hands but the rest.” “Fuck,” Conrad said, “That’s means he’s probably bonded to you.” “We don’t know—the bonding has always been after the ceremony,” Dimitri said, keeping his voice low. Conrad paused and then he said thoughtfully, “So thinking about this logically either the boy has a magic pussy that will bring out all our beasts or it’s something about him and you.” Dimitri spoke softly, “I have a great idea about how we can find out.” Dimitri could almost hear Conrad’s wolfish smile, “Over in a jiffy,”.

Has anyone had to educate a top on HIV conversion during a hook up? In the last year I have had three separate instances where I have had to stop and explain HIV transmission to a top. Most recent was yesterday afternoon. I was playing with this guy at the video store and he wanted to fuck me. I turned around and he started rubbing his (unimpressive) cock on my hole. At that point I was really just in it for the load so I asked if he was poz. He said no and asked if I was. I said yes, undetectable. I said is that an issue? I expected to hear the usual no but instead he said “ am I going to get AIDS? I was like what rock did this guy climb out from under? First, if you are going to be having bareback sex with an anonymous guy you should at least know the risks. Second, understand what undetectable is. He had a better chance of winning the lottery than me giving him HIV. There is a lot of information out there to educate yourself. Have any other bottoms run into this issue?

So one of my fuck buddies is really into 3somes and he’s super into watching me get fucked and bred. Well I have also the past 3 weeks or so been chatting on the regular with a hairy twink (otter). I usually don’t do this before meeting but he said he was really into cumdumps and guys older than his age. Well today my 3some buddy was up for a meeting and so I texted the twink with 30 min heads up and since he works in the area it worked out. I met the otter / twink outside and he’s actually way more mature than his pics; in the best possible way. More like just a really handsome guy in his 20s. Well we go up to meet my buddy and it’s great chemistry so we get down to it. I suck the both, kiss a bit before the fucking. The fucking was very hot, they basically spit roasted me alternating with lots of ATM until the young guy came hard in my ass. This made my fuck buddy super horny so he slid into my cummy hole and came in about 4 thrusts. Now I’m about to meet a couple girlfriends for a coffee with my hole pregnant with 2 big loads 🐽💦 little do they know. I love being gay 😹🐽

Eating ass and felching is my favorite sexual activity. I'm lucky to have a dirty, slutty fuckbud who sometimes comes over to my place already filled with a strangers cum. Sometimes he doesn't tell me and while I'm eating his hole he will begin squeezing out a load. It so hot tasting and smelling the mixture of semen and his ass fluids. He loves ATM so I will always share. I've also gotten to the point of eating my load out of him after I fuck him but he doesn't want to squeeze my load out as he is chasing.

if it's a 1 on 1 hookup, after I shoot, clean up, pull my pants on I'll usually say "thanks for the hole" as im walking out and that's usually the first words I've ever said to the guy as my babies are swimming in them. if it's a gangbang style setup I just walk in pump and dump, no hi, no thanks, I love being the hard dick top that walks in takes what he wants then leaves. There's a certain thrill about using someone like they are nothing more than a warm fleslhight.

Once, back in my late 20s, when I was a bottom, I was possessed by a demon nymphomaniac! On a Friday at work... I spent the whole day thinking about whether I'd rather have a team of High School football players run a train on me or a team of professional football players run a train on me. High Schoolers wouldn't be able to do it right the first time, but could do it many times. Professionals might not be able to do it more than once, but would hopefully be able to do it right that one time. By the end of the day, I choose the High Schoolers for the sheer number of experiences. I didn't have transportation or other means to try to make that happen though... (And this was almost 40 years ago...) Today (if I bottomed)? I'd go for quality over quantity. FOR ME (and YMMV), one exceptional fuck would supercede multiple MEH fucks. As a top who didn't realize he was multiorgasmic until his mid-30s, I would implore bottoms to not discount older men! And at 60+, I'm still multiorgasmic and can wear most bottoms OUT (they tap out before I do...)

Chapter 3 After dinner was over and everything was cleaned up Dad, Uncle James, my brother Mike and his two best friends Tim and Dennis, our cousin Mark, my sister Mary’s husband Tom, and me all moved to the basement. Dad had converted it to a den/bar when we were kids. Mom and Mary were invited down to join but decided to stay upstairs and watch one of their shows that was on. The big screen tv was on the sports channel and we were all half watching it while we talked and drank. Most of us were drinking beer. Tom, Dennis, and myself were drinking sangrias. It was around 11:30 pm when Mary hollar’d down the stairs to tell Tom they were going home. Him being the dutiful husband said bye to everyone and went upstairs. A little after midnight uncle James was ready to go home, but Mark wanted to stay so Dad offered to let him sleep over as long as me or my brother were ok with him sharing a bed since we didn’t have a spare with us both home. Both of us agreed that was fine so uncle James said his goodbyes and left. Dad walked him out and as he walked back downstairs he said, “Mom has gone to bed so when you knuckle heads go upstairs to be quiet. Also since it’s just men awake now it’s clothing optional time boys” He stripped down to his birthday suit as he completed his sentence. His big hog, which was 6 in soft and laid over huge bull balls, covered by a thick 70s porn star level black bush, flopped out. His 6’5 construction body, with the only fat on him being on his beer belly, was covered in the same dark black hair. Me and Mark followed suit. Me showing off my 6’2 well muscled and defined body with a dusting of light brown chest hair, an happy trial, and a well trimmed bush above my 4.5 in soft dick that sat over my fat balls. I wasn’t near as hairy as dad, but Mike who was a year younger than me took after him more in that respect. As he stripped down his 6’3 body was well covered by his dark brown hair. He was well muscled, not as define but with more muscle than me. His soft dick was also around 4.5in soft and his balls just a bit smaller than mine. Mark stripped down as well. He was 25 and I hadn’t seen him naked since we were kids. I knew from his and uncle James bulges they had the big dick gen. However, I was surprised by the size of his soft cock when it tumbled out as he removed his boxers. It had to be as big as dads if not a little bigger and he also had a fat set of balls hanging below his meat. He had a patch of thick hair red hair on his chest along with a matching red happy trail , a big fire bush over his cock, and his legs were covered in the same colored hair. He was bull built like his dad and loved weight lifting but was the shortest of the men in our family at 5’11. His relative shorter height made his dick look even more massive. Dennis having been around enough times didn’t flinch an eye and stripped as well. He was 23 years old and 6’0 tall. He had a runners build. He had been a star track athlete in college and kept in shape. He had a respectable 3 in soft dick over a set of medium sizes balls. He had an average amount of blonde hair covering his body in the expected places. But what was his best attribute in my mind was his ass. It was a big fat bubble butt that was meant to be fucked and slapped. We always teased him he had a better ass than any girl he dated, which was true. Tim was a little more shy than us. He stripped to his boxer briefs. He was 22 and stood 6’1. He had the ex frat guy build with a little beer belly. Brown hair covered his chest, belly and legs. He had previously partaken in our nudism so I know he had a similar sized cock and balls as Dennis but he was uncut. However, he only did it when he was drunk and had apparently not yet hit that level yet. But none of us mentioned this as everyone knew clothing level was to ones comfort level and respected that. We piled our clothes in the corner of the room and went back to the same bullshitting and drinking we had been doing before. After about 30 minutes Tim took off his boxer briefs and released his nice soft cock and balls to the air. Around 1:30am we were all good and tipsy so we started to wrestle naked on the floor. Taking turns with dad as the referee. I got to touch, grab, and grope Tim, Mike and in the final match between us younger guys, Mark. I was sure to feel his massive cock and balls when I could. We both tried hard, but Mark was just able to beat me. I could have swore he was a little plumped up as we parted after he pinned me. Dad decided to challenge the winner Mark to what was know as the family championship. Dad and uncle James had been trading off that honor for years. Whenever we would have a family gathering we’d all have a wresting tournament and it always ended with one of them as champion, though it was always clothed before. Mark tried his hardest to beat dad, but the man had the height, weight, and experience on his side. Not to mention dad was fresh and Mark had just wrestled 3 times. Dad got him pinned pretty quickly. But gave him a hug after and told him how well he had done. Then hugged the rest of us. Not long after that mom, who must of woke up and realized dad wasn’t in bed, yelled down from the top of the steps to the basement, “Samson Smith Kincaid Sr get your hairy ass up here. It’s past time for you to be in bed. You’re too old to be up half the night with those kids!” We all busted out laughing at dad getting in trouble. He flipped us all the bird as he slipped in his boxers and walked upstairs. ”Yes honey pot I am coming up now.” He replied as he started climbing the stairs. We stayed up for a little while longer and passed around a bottle of whiskey. taking and telling stories of times past. Old college conquests and funny stories from our youth. Finally around 3 am we decided it be best to go to bed. Tim and Dennis decided they were too drunk to drive back to their hotel in the next town over and each took one of the two sofas in the den. Mike got them some spare blankets and pillows we keep in the closet down there. Mike, Mark, and I all slipped on our underwear and walked up stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were. We tried to be as quiet we could. As we walked by mom and dad’s room (which was all on the same hall so we had to pass to get to ours) we could tell by the moans they weren’t asleep. We all giggled and headed down the hall to our rooms. We came to Mikes door first and he offered Mark to share his bed but he also admitted I had the king bed (since my room had become the room designated for visitors) and he only had a queen. Mark made a comment about sharing a bed with either of us “tall fucks” but said he’d share with me since the bed was bigger. Mike said good night and went into his room. Me and mark walked the short way to my room. As we entered mark kicked off his underwear and crawled into bed. Seeing his jacked body covered in ginger hair move so gracefully, even while drunk, and that huge massive cock bounce as he moved made me spring a semi. Then I saw his ass, which rivaled Dennis’s, as he moved to get into bed and it really went full tent. I told him I was going to the bathroom to which he just mumbled a response. I practically ran to the bathroom and closed the door only to see through Mike’s open door him jerking his rock hard dick. He was just a bit shorter than me at 8 inches to my 8.5 inches but look to be thicker. His balls moved back and forth with his jerking motion as he stood at the end of his bed. “Oh damn big bro, I didn’t realized the door was open. I had to jerk off so bad since Beth hasn’t put out in a month I forgot to close the door.” He said once he noticed me as he continued stroking but at a slower pace. After a second I snapped out of my shock and replied, “It’s ok man. It’s not the first time I have seen you jerk off. If you remember you even once let me suck that cock.” I said, my drunk brain recalling our past youthful experimenting. “Yea, you tried to mouth it a few times. But I hope you got a lot better because you really sucked at it and I am sure that’s a bad thing for a gay guy!” he chuckled. My booze soaked brain saw the opening. “Well it was my first dick and I have gotten a lot better. But I’d have to show you to redeem my good cock sucker card now that you have insulted my skills.” “Is that so? Many a women and even a few men have sucked it since you have last and not many have done well, and only one has deepthroated it. You up to the challenge big bro?” He said throwing the proverbial gauntlet at my feet. I didn’t say anything, I walked into his room closing the door behind me and moved to face him and then bent my head and started to kiss his neck and chest. One of my hands playing with his hard nipple as the other took hold of his rock solid cock with the other. It was heavy and warm and thick. His body heat was radiating off him. He began to very quietly moan as he put his hand on the back of my head and played with my hair. His other hand he put behind himself to brace himself with the bed frame. I moved my mouth down to his nipples, which turned out to be wired to his dick, and I started to lick and suck and nibble them as I continued to stroke his massive hog. His moans remained quiet but grew more persistent. I could tell he was being quiet so we didn’t get caught. I kissed my way down his chest over his stomach and down to his pubes. Sticking my face in his pubes I took a depth breath. He smelled like man, masculine with a hint of musk. I then kissed around the base of his dick and stated to lick his balls. All while continuing to stroke his dick which was leaking massive amounts of precum. When I took one of his massive balls in my mouth he muttered a very low “fuck” and his dick jumped in my hand. I worked his balls for a few minutes, getting them nice and wet, as I continued to stroke him. His precum provided plenty of lube so I could stroke him with a firm grip. I then moved from his balls up to the tip of his dick, being sure to look him in the eyes as I licked a gob of precum from his slit. This treated me with another mouthed “fuck” in response. I kept eye contact with him as I took his fat precum covered head into my warm wet mouth and began to flick my tongue over the top of it. This made his eyes roll back and his cock jumped in my mouth providing a fresh batch of precum which I swallowed down. I then started my decent on his dick. As I said before I have had lots of experience and had taught myself to have virtually no gag reflex. It took about 4 strokes with my mouth to take his full length down my throat. When my nose hit his pubes he moaned and his hand came to the back of my head. He just left his hand on the back of my head as I started to work his dick. I used all my skills, tongue tricks, and such to drive him crazy all while my hands played with his balls and taint. I never once used my hand on his dick after I swallowed him to the base. I wanted my mouth and throat to make him cum. Just as I was about to really go to town and try to bring him to climax he took a firmer grip on my head and whispers to me that he was going to face fuck me and proceeded to drill my throat. His hips were strong and he really abused my throat with his strokes. But I loved feeling him hit the back over of my mouth and forcing it down my throat over and over again. Within minutes I tasted his load on my tongue as he back stroked out of my throat. He started to shallow stroke only going half in as huge spurt after spurt of cum shoot on my tongue and in the back of my mouth. His seed tasted delicious and there was so much of it. On his last spurt he again buried himself balls deep in my throat. I had not even touched myself but my hard dick had escaped my boxers through the slit in the front and was now shooting my toxic poz load all over the floor by my brothers feet as I swallowed his sweet neg load. I got to my feet after I knew I had swallowed every drop and his dick was once again soft. As I came face to face with him he kissed me on the lips softly and then pulled me into a hug. Our soft spent cock rubbed together as he whispered into my ears “Thank you! I need that so bad big bro. It’s the best bj I have ever had. You have your great cock sucker card back.” We both laughed at that as we pulled apart. I said back softly, “Anytime little bro after all that’s what I am here for to help my little bro out!” He smiled gave me one more hug and kiss on my lips to thank me as he we parted. He climbed into bed and I walked to my room through the shared bath leaving both doors open. Mark was asleep and snoring. I took off my boxers, using them to wipe off the last of my charged seed from my cock, and climbed into bed. I got into place under the covers with my back against Mark’s. I felt his steady breathing as I closed eyes and fell asleep. ———————- That’s another chapter done. I will have the next chapter up shortly as I have it already planned out but this was getting too long. Don’t worry, Smith will be depositing toxic babies in neg ass on the next chapter, I promise!

Chapter 2 I woke up early just after sunrise. My room faced the east so I laid in bed on my back naked with my body being bathed in warm sun. Of course I had a raging hard on and out of habit I reached down to grab it. My fat 8.5 in cut dick was firm and warm from the sun. I started to stroke it as I reached my other hand down to play with my heavy balls. I began to precum almost immediately. I always precam a lot! I used my finger to swipe a bit of my juice from the head of my cock and tasted it! I always loved the taste of my own cum, but ever since I became poz I loved it even more! As I started reaching back toward my straining cock I remembered I had plans later that morning to bred my soon to be brother in law, Steven. I took a quick picture of my hard cock in all it glory and sent it to Steven with the message, “it woke up ready for you!” I didn’t expect a reply as it was early and most people weren’t the morning person I was. I got up and threw on a jock and some gym clothes and quietly snuck out of the house for my run. I’d always loved running in the early morning on the country roads around our house. It was early fall so the weather was cool and the wind was the prefect breeze. I ran past several fields, some with barren land were crops were not long ago and some with farm animals. I ran for an hour and got back to the house to see my dad walking down stairs in his boxers and robe (which wasn’t fully closed) yawning. This was his normal morning outfit so it wasn’t a shock, nor was the massive bulge that swung and bounced under the thin layer of his boxers. I have known where I got my big dick genes from since I first looked at his bulge as a horny teen going through puberty. I also knew my brother got that gene too. “Good morning Sammy (my dads pet name for me since I was a infant), hope your run was good” he said as he pulled me into one of his familiar bear hugs and kissed me on my head. I could feel his massive cock lay against my abs. “It was good dad, I missed running around here. It so beautiful!” I replied as I hugged him back. “Okay let me go you big old bear I am sweaty and gross.” “Ah a sweaty man is a good thing, at least your mom tells me that after we get sweaty” he chortled as he released me. He always like to try and embarrass us like that, it’s a dads jobs I guess. However, we kids had learned over the years to dish it back and not get grossed out by it. “Yea, the men I send home sweaty also say they love it” I replied with a wink and walked away to hear him chuckling as he walked to the kitchen for coffee. “Get a shower and be down in 20 mins for breakfast their lover boy” dad told me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I walked into the bathroom to find my naked brother, Mike, just out of the shower shaving in the mirror. His long plump soft shaft laying over his balls, which were not as big as mine but still large. He gave me the nod and told me the shower was all mine. I thanked him and stripped right there beside him and threw my sweaty clothes into the hamper. This was normal for us, neither of us wore clothes in our rooms or our shared bathroom. House rule was at least boxers or shorts when downstairs as long as no vistors were there or expected. When mom and our sister Mary were out, then we, including dad, walked around buck naked. As I got into the shower I glanced at my brothers ass. It was nice as it had always been. Not as muscled as mine but still well defined and bubbly. Luckily he wasn’t looking in the mirror and didn’t see my dick jump as I looked. I closed the curtain and started the shower. Luckily we had a on demand water heater system so we were never out of hot water. It felt amazing cleaning my body of sweat and grime. I let the warm water wash over me for a few minutes then took the loofah and squirted the body wash onto it. Mom always had the shower and bathroom stocked so we didn’t have to bring that stuff home when we visited. I got cleaned up and got out of the shower. Mike was gone, so used the mirror to shave quickly and brush my teeth. Then went to my room and got dressed in gym shorts and an old comfortable t shirt (no underwear). I put on some sandals and grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet. I check my phone as I walked downstairs to see a message back from Steven with a drooling emoji and then a picture of his own hard dick. I walked into the kitchen as mom was laying the last food plater on the table. Dad came behind her and gave her a hug and kiss on the neck as he passed then took his seat. Mom sat down and Mike was already in his seat. I joined in my regular seat as well. We spent the next 45 mins eating, talking, laughing, and just being a family. As we cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher I let them know I was going to go into town and walk around. Maybe see a few old buddies while out. Dad had some work he had to go do at a job site this morning that couldn’t wait till next week after the wedding and mom had to go a few towns over to pick up a few things so they both said it was fine. Mike was also previously engaged so I didn’t have to worry about him tagging along. Dad gave me the keys to the his old truck that my parents keep as a spare in case they needed it. I kiss mom and hugged dad goodbye and was out the door with 15 minutes to spare till I was to meet Steven. The drive to town was only 10 mins. The town was small, a pizza place, a gas station, small local pharmacy and grocery store combo, the local doctors office, the two schools (elementary and the middle/high school which were combined) that were also feeder schools for the local villages around, and the park with the athletic fields. I waved to a few familiar faces as I made my way through town and toward the park. I didn’t see a stranger which was comforting in a way. I got to the parking lot next to the baseball fields and saw a jeep wrangler already parked in the lot. I walked up to the storage building and Steven was standing by the door wearing a pair of holey jeans and a Braves t shirt. “Hey Steven, how are you this morning?” I greeted “Good, glad to be out of the house. Mom and Beth are driving me crazy. They can’t talk about anything but the wedding. Poor dad keeps getting sent on runs here there and every where for last minute “emergencies”. Luckily they didn’t even look up from whatever wedding related thing they were reviewing when I told them I was going to go out for a bit.” He replied as I unlocked the metal door to the big old white block building. “Yea, I am glad not to have to worry about that stuff. I planned the bachelor party for tomorrow (Saturday) night which was all I was assigned to do thankfully. I even pretended to agree to Beth’s rules when she asked me about it. By the way don’t tell her what is going on with that. She knows we will be at “The Barn” (a bar the next town over) but she doesn’t know we have the private area or about the entertainment I am bringing in from the city.” I said as I closed the door behind use, locked it, and led Steven back toward the area where the football tackling matts were kept. “Oh I won’t. They don’t even know I am a bi pig. So I am good at keeping naughty secrets from them.” Steven said with a wink as he closed the space between us and reached his hand up to grab my neck and pull me down to him for a kiss. It was a hot wet kiss with lots of tongue and spit. As we made out, we both stripped down to nothing. He was standing there hard as a rock, 7 fat inch of pink meat swaying as we moved. I felt all over his hairy body and played with his nipples as he surprisingly moved his hands to my ass and started to play with my hole. He was definitely taking the role as the aggressor. Pushing me down to the mat and covering me with his warm body, his hard cock dripping precum on my abs as we continued to make out. He moved from my mouth to my neck to my ears to my chest and nipples then down to my abs. I was solid as rock by the time he got to my V and the base of my dick. He jerked my big 8.5 in fat dick and spit on it jerking it as he continued to kiss around the base of my dick and then my balls. He sucked my big balls into his mouth one by one as he stroked me. That was followed by him kiss below my heavy balls, tasting my taint and making me moan. He pulled himself back to where he was face to face with me and had a very dominating look in his eyes. “I doubt you expected that I am a top or that I am a dom. But I am going to stretch your tight raw boy hole out with my beer can fat dick and flood your ass with my seed.” He said I was very surprised by this new Steven and really turned on. Most men wanted me to top when they saw me and I loved when one put me in my place. It wasn’t ideal for pozzing, but I was too hard and my hole too hungry to care about that right now. “No sir I didn’t expect that. But I will do whatever sir wants me too so I can please him” I said as my dick leaked a huge load of precum. ”Good boy. Now let me tell you how we are going to do this since we don’t have much time. You are going to sit on my face so I can eat your boy hole as you suck me. Get me wet because we won’t be using any lube. Then I am going to bend you over these mats and drill your raw ass doggy style till I flood you with my cum.” He commanded. I immediately flipped us and got into position. His tongue was warm and wet and thick. He used it expertly on my hole. He definitely was one of the best rimmers I had ever encountered. I loved him munching on my tight warm poz hole. I had trained how not to have a gag reflex and went to town on his very thick 7 in dick. It was cut and had a nice mushroom head. It was a challenge not because of it’s length but its girth. But in no time I was swallowing him to the root. We were both moaning hard. “Fuck boy, you really know how to suck dick. And this hole is prefect. It’s tight, has just enough hair, and tastes delicious. I can’t wait to stretch your ass open!” He told me. I pulled off his cock long enough to reply “Oh sir it is very tight for you. I make sure to keep it that way for big raw dick like yours sir!” I went back to my sucking and felt his finger enter my hole. First one, then two, finally three. The whole time Steven is telling me about how nice my hole is, how he will own it. He also started to slap my bubble butt with his other hand. He gave me a good hard swat, “Ok boy it’s time to fuck you!” I moved into position. Bent over the mats slightly crouched so his dick would line up with me. This wasn’t my first short king to own my hole so I knew what to do. I arched my back and looked behind me as he lined his very hard wet thick dick up with my hole. “I hope you are ready boy, because I am poz and I am going to fuck my toxic babies into you ass!!” Steven said with a devilish smirk on his face as he forced his fat raw mushroom head into my hole. I was so surprised I wasn’t ready for him to enter and the pop and stretch hurt and made me almost jump. But I keep in position like a good sub. I relaxed my hole and pushed out to allow more of his big fat raw apparently poz dick to enter my hole. “Fuck your so big and thick sir! I am not on prep and not even negative. I am a toxic pig just like you. Have been for years. I love taking new strains!” I replied as he now had over half his massive hog in my hole. “Yea I knew that. When I told Kenny (the guy that pozzed me) I was going to a wedding in bum fuck no where and the name of the town he realized it was where you were from. He asked who Beth was marrying and he recognized your brother from the picture I showed him. He told me you were one of his first poz sons. He wanted me to surprise you!” Steven said as he got his dick fully in my hole. After I moaned at the feeling of being so full and my prostate being stimulated so well I replied, “Oh I forgot your college is in the same city Kenny lives in now sir. He is a hot fucking man and this is defiantly something he would do. How did you meet him?” “I meet him when he was the third at a thing I was invited too. It was almost a year ago. We tagged the guy that set it up and as we walked out together we hit it off. It only took a few weeks for him to convince me to bottom for him. Then when I got sick he took care of me walked me through the conversion and has been opening my horizons since. But you know that part, after all you been through it.” Steven explained as he started to stroke in and out of my tight raw poz hole. His toxic precum filling me as he did. “Fuck your big poz dick feels so good in me sir! I want you to flood my hole with your charged cum so bad!” I moaned as I started to back up in his fat cock faster and faster. “Fuck yes you pig, take my fat poz dick like the slut you are boy! Take that toxic fucking cock!” He continued to dirty talk me as he picked up speed and intensity. Slamming hard into my ass as I push into him just as hard. I was surprised he could take me throwing my ass back so hard with how short and thin he is. But he knew how to keep his stance and take it while still pounding back. Kenny, or whoever, had taught him well. After about 15 minute of this intense pounding, with the air full of dirty words and moans Steven growled, “Get ready for this toxic fucking load bitch!” “Yes, recharge me!! Flood me!!!” I panted as I felt him unload a huge load balls deep in me. Depositing his strain into me to mix with my own. I started went too stroke my hard leaking cock when Steven stopped me. He turned me around and sat me on the mat as he went to his knees. “I want to swallow your poz load boy.” Is all he said before he took half my big fat dick in his mouth. I could only moan as he worked my pole with expertise most men, let alone a 20 year old, don’t have. It only took a few minutes before I was shooting load after load down his throat. He kept sucking me even after I was done cumming until I started to soften. When he pulled my now almost fully soft dick from his mouth he came up and laid beside me. He pulled me into a gentle kiss. We cuddled and kissed for a while. Our cuddles were interrupted when we heard his phone go off in his pants on the floor. He got up and answered it. I could tell it was Beth on the line. It was a short conversation. He hung up and turned to me, “This was so fucking hot! When Kenny told me you were gay and that you were a poz pig that liked to be dominated I didn’t believe him. But fuck I am glad he was right!” ”Yea he should know since he made me the pig I am today. So do you bottom for him often? I know you said you were top.” I asked as I followed his lead and started getting dressed. “No, I only been fuck by 3 guys. The first two in high school so I don’t count those and then twice by Kenny to make sure his strain took. We are actually boyfriends as of a few weeks ago. We have an only play together rule and get bottoms to tag a lot. We have exceptions for special circumstance like this.” He replied as he finished dressing by zipping up his pants. “Well I am going to have to yell at him for not telling me finally agreed to a bf. He hasn’t had one in years. I am glad it’s a fellow pig like you.” ”Me too. Next time he comes to visit you I will tag along and we can both own that ass! I would say I’d fuck you again this weekend, but with everything going on I don’t think we will have time to sneak away again.” He said before he pulled me down for another kiss. ”I totally get it. And I won’t do anything around Beth or anyone else. I know you said you were closeted about being bi. I respect that.” I told Steven after he finished kissing me. “Sounds good. Now I need to run and help dad with something before Beth goes bridzilla on us.” He laughed as we walked toward the door. “Well you have fun dealing with that. I will see you at the bachelor party tomorrow.” I replied as he walked toward his jeep and I locked up the building. Mike had texted me to pick up a pizza and a 6 pack of beer while I was in town for lunch and bring it back for us since both mom and dad were going to be gone. There was a game on he wanted to watch with beer and pizza. I stopped at the gas station and got the beer then swung by the pizza shop and got the pizza. The shops owner almost swallowed his tongue when he saw me but I played it cool till I got out of the shop and into my car where I laughed at how awkward he was clearly remembering how much he loved my dick up his “straight” married hole. The drive home was uneventful and when I walked into the house Mike was on the sofa in boxers watching the game. I brought the beer and pizza over, took my shirt and sandals off, and sat beside him. We sat close enough that bare legs touched. But that was usual we always sat close. Every time he reached forward to get a slice of pizza his dick tip would fall out of his boxers to my delight. Midway through the game we started to rough house. It ended with him holding me down on the floor with my neck in an arm lock and him behind me. I felt his rock hard cock in my ass crack through my shorts. I told him to get his dick out of my ass and he laughed but let me up. Many times when we had wrestled before that happened. But I knew it meant nothing. It was just a body reflex. Which my brother confirmed when he said sorry he hadn’t got any in a week. I told him it wasn’t a big deal. His 8-9 in fat cock was hanging out of his boxer’s slit when we separated and as he sat down he pushed it back in his boxers. We sat just as close as before and continued to shit talk each other and watch the game. Dad came home later soon after and stripped to his boxers to join us. Mike best friends and my fellow groomsmen joined us around 5. They both had to work (remote) so they had been at the hotel the next town over in their rooms working all day. They had not stayed for dinner last night because they needed to go to the hotel and get caught up after helping with the set up most the day. They joined us in watching tv and also stripping to boxers. It was good to catch up with them since we didn’t get a chance to last night. When mom got home around 6, she told us all to get pants on as our sister Mary and her husband Tom along with Uncle James and cousin Mark would be there soon. We all got dressed and then split up to help with the different chores need to be done. Mike and his friends helped set the table, I helped dad with the stakes mom brought , and mom worked on home making the sides. All four arrived at the same time and there was a round of hugs and kisses. At 7:30 we all sat down crowded around the table in the dinning room and had a good meal. As I sat there listening to all my family talk and joke, with Steven’s poz toxic cum still in me, I reflected on how much I have enjoyed my visit home so far. —————— Thats the end of the chapter. We will see what Smith gets up to (or who he gets into) in the next chapter. Thank you for all the positive feedback. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter just as much!

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language. But I hope you will still have fun. Part 1 I knew early on that I was more interested in men than women. When I was young, I found some of my father's sex magazines. They were magazines about gay men. I was most interested in the stories where one man dominated another and fucked him regularly. I found stories in which the passive partner was forcibly locked in a chastity belt particularly horny. When I was 18, I took the opportunity to go to a sex store in the next biggest town. It was a normal sex store for heteros. I was quite nervous and only bought a few things, a cockring and a dildo. I wore the cockring almost all the time from then on, so I was always horny. I especially loved stimulating myself briefly until I cum, but then not letting myself come. Over time, I got better and better at this and after just a few weeks I was able to keep myself horny all the time. Whenever I was undisturbed, I fucked myself with the dildo, but also without letting myself come. About six months after my first visit to the sex store, I went there again. As I had been constantly stimulating myself for over two months without cumming, I was extremely horny. Besides my cockring, I only put on a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Through the jeans, you could see my thick, extended 8.5“ cock and my big balls very clearly. I actually wanted to go to the same sex store as the first time, but on the way there I came across a gay sex store. So I decided to give it a try there. Visibly nervous, I entered the sex store and was amazed by what I saw. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by what I saw, but my horniness increased immeasurably. At first I just looked around the store. I immediately noticed three people in the sex store. Two employees, about 20 years old, who were dressed very sexy. Both were only wearing boots, jocks and a muslin shirt that exposed their fat pierced nipples. What was striking was that they both wore cuffs on their ankles, wrists and around their necks, which were secured with locks. Behind the counter stood a man of around 40 to 50 years of age dressed completely in leather. I immediately suspected that the boys were the leather man's slaves. I grabbed a shopping basket and headed for the books. I quickly found a book about how a boy was kept strictly chaste by his master. Then I looked around and found what I was looking for in the dildos and plugs. On the way to the jocks, I passed a small display case. It immediately took my breath away when I saw what was there. It was filled with all kinds of chastity devices. I stood in front of it for quite a while, so I didn't notice at first that one of the boys standing next to me. When I noticed him, I was a little startled, but he immediately put me at ease by addressing me. "Hi, I'm Mike. Are you interested in the chastity belts? You're welcome to try some." Somewhat taken by surprise, I just stammered "Yes, I would be happy to." He opened the showcase, took out a few items and just told me to follow him into the changing room. On the way to the changing room, he grabbed a few other items, went to the counter and was handed a small brown bottle by the leather guy. In the changing room, he asked me to strip completely. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't the official changing room of the store, but that it was a bit out of the way. A little hesitantly, I undressed completely in front of him. When I stood naked in front of him, he immediately grabbed my stiff cock and commented appreciatively on what a hot piece I had between my legs. With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and without much resistance, he penetrated my hole with one finger. At the same time, he remarked that he could understand that with such a hot ass I would have to restrain my cock with a chastity belt. However, before I was to try on the various CBs, he wanted to prepare me accordingly. So he led me a few meters further to a shower. He put a cream on me and after a few minutes I had to shower it off. It took less than 10 minutes until I was completely depilated from the neck down. However, before I could get out of the shower, he came to me and said he needed to prepare me even better. I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he reached into the bag with all the things he had collected and took out a small attachment for the shower hose. After a few minutes, he told me to bend forward. Then he pushed the attachment into my cunt and turned on lukewarm water. He rinsed my ass several times until only clear water ran out of me. He then filled another half liter of water into a bag and added a fairly large amount of white powder. After shaking the bag, he connected it to the metal tube and let the entire amount of water flow into me. He pulled the metal tube out of my ass and immediately sealed it with a plug he had chosen. Before I could say anything, I felt an intense burning sensation inside me. The boy just grinned broadly and asked if I could feel anything yet. I couldn't say anything to him, I just moaned really loudly. "Man, I'm so horny all of a sudden" I said to him. I could hardly control myself not to grab his cock, suck it hard and then let him fuck me. He seemed to guess my thoughts because he quickly pulled his jock down. I could immediately see that his cock was firmly locked in a chastity belt. "Unfortunately, I can't fuck you with my cock because it's been locked away in the CB for over two years. But our master will give you a good pounding and pump your ass full of his cum". I was just about to reply when I was kicked hard in the balls from behind. "Shut up, you pig!" I heard the leather guy from behind immediately afterwards as I went to my knees in pain. He grabbed me and pulled me up. "I love turning big cocks into very small cocks". He pushed my head down and I had to look down at my super small cock. "It won't get any bigger, I will teach you that and the chastity device that you will wear permanently from now on will make sure of that". He gave the slave boy a sign and within a few moments I had been fitted with a chastity cage. It was much smaller than the two boys'. Then I was pushed back into the shower and the plug was removed. After I had emptied myself, he pulled me to a bench and pushed me forward. My ass was well up in the air and I could already feel him squirting something into my ass. It burned like hell but after a short time my ass wanted to be filled. "Ha, ha, you cunt, does the pig need a fat cock"? I could already feel a fat glans on my hole and a fat PA. "I'm going to ride you in now my new slave and before you get out of here, your ass will be well filled with lots of cum". No sooner said than done. With one deep thrust he penetrated me completely.

Jason’s thumb swiped absently across the screen of his phone, the glow of the hookup app casting a faint blue light on his face. It was a Friday night, and the apartment was quiet, too quiet for his liking. Jimmy, his roommate, was out—something about a late shift at the bar—leaving Jason to his own devices. He scrolled through profiles, his eyes glazing over the usual array of gym selfies and vague bios. Then, a face caught his attention. Dan. Early 30s, clean-cut, with a smile that hinted at something wilder beneath the surface. Jason’s pulse quickened as he read the bio: “Bareback only. Love taking cum. No strings, just fun.” Perfect. He swiped right without hesitation, his heart pounding with anticipation. The match was instant, and Jason’s fingers flew across the screen as he typed out a message. “Hey, you free tonight? I’m hosting.” The response came within seconds, a simple “On my way” that sent a jolt of excitement through him. Jason set his phone down, standing up to pace the living room. The apartment was a mess—clothes strewn across the couch, dishes in the sink—but he didn’t care. This wasn’t about impressing Dan; it was about what was about to happen. The buzzer rang, and Jason’s breath hitched. He smoothed his hair, took a deep breath, and pressed the intercom. “Third floor,” he said, his voice steady despite the thrill coursing through him. Moments later, the door opened, and Dan stepped inside. He was even better in person—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and eyes that locked onto Jason’s with an intensity that made his stomach flip. “Hey,” Dan said, his voice low and smooth. “You must be Jason.” “Yeah, come on in.” Jason stepped aside, gesturing for Dan to enter. The apartment felt smaller with Dan in it, the air charged with unspoken desire. “Want a drink or something?” Dan shook his head, his gaze roaming over Jason’s body. “Let’s skip the small talk. I’m here for one thing.” Jason smirked, feeling a surge of dominance. “Follow me.” He led Dan down the narrow hallway to his bedroom, the anticipation building with every step. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the city lights. Jason turned to face Dan, his heart racing as he took in the man before him. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice firm but laced with desire. Dan’s lips curled into a smirk as he began to undress, his movements deliberate and confident. His shirt came off first, revealing a lean, muscular torso. Jason’s eyes trailed down, taking in the defined abs and the faint trail of hair leading downward. Dan’s jeans followed, pooling at his feet, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Jason’s breath quickened as he stepped closer, his hands itching to touch. “You too,” Dan said, his voice husky. Jason obeyed, peeling off his own shirt and jeans, revealing the biohazard tattoo on his hip—a reminder of his love for risk. Dan’s eyes widened, his gaze lingering on the ink before meeting Jason’s eyes again. Jason made a mental note of his interest. Jason shivered at the touch, his desire spiking. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. Dan complied, lying back on the bed and spreading his legs slightly, his boxers tented with anticipation. Jason’s eyes darkened as he approached, his hands moving to grip Dan’s hips. He growled, leaning down to press a kiss to Dan’s stomach. Dan let out a soft groan, his hands tangling in Jason’s hair as he pulled him closer. “Do what you want with me,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he trailed kisses down Dan’s body, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Dan’s breath hitched, his body arching off the bed as Jason’s mouth hovered over his cock. But Jason had other plans. He pressed a kiss to Dan’s thigh before moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of Dan’s ass. “Fuck,” Dan gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as Jason’s mouth made contact with his hole. Jason took his time, his tongue circling, probing, savoring the taste of Dan’s skin. He moaned against the tight entrance, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he deepened the contact, his tongue pushing inside. Dan’s body trembled, his cock leaking pre-cum as he surrendered to the pleasure. “Jason… fuck me,” Dan pleaded, his voice desperate. Jason pulled away, his eyes locking onto Dan’s as he reached for the lube on the nightstand. He coated his fingers, his gaze never leaving Dan’s as he pressed a digit inside, prepping him slowly. Dan’s breath came in sharp gasps, his body tightening around Jason’s finger as he added a second, stretching him further. He tossed Dan a bottle of poppers and Dan huffed. “Ready for me?” Jason asked, his voice thick with desire. Dan nodded, his eyes glazed with need. “Fuck me. Bareback. Just like you wanted.” Jason’s cock twitched at the words, his hand wrapping around it as he positioned himself at Dan’s entrance. He thrust forward, sinking into the tight heat with a groan, his eyes rolling back at the sensation. Dan’s body clenched around him, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as Jason began to move, his hips snapping in a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Jason growled, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he pounded into him. Dan’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, his cock throbbing between them as Jason fucked him with relentless intensity. Jason leaned down, pressing a kiss to Dan’s shoulder as he changed angles, hitting a spot deep inside that had Dan crying out. “Harder,” Dan demanded, his hands gripping Jason’s shoulders. Jason obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more primal. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Jason’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he fucked Dan with abandon. As they moved, the missionary position allowing their bodies to press together, a sound from the living room made them pause. Jason froze, his heart pounding as he listened to the faint noise of the front door opening. “What was that?” Dan asked, his voice tight with tension. Jason smirked, his hand tangling in Dan’s hair as he pulled him closer. “Just my roommate Jimmy getting home. Don’t worry, he won’t interrupt us.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body relaxing as Jason resumed his thrusts. The knowledge that they were being watched—or could be—only added to the thrill. Jason’s hips snapped harder, his cock throbbing as he felt his release building. “I’m close,” Dan gasped, his hand wrapping around his own cock as he stroked himself in time with Jason’s thrusts. "Me too," said Jason. Then he stared deep into Dan's eyes and let pulses of cum loose deep in Dan's cunt. “Cum for me,” Jason commanded, his voice hoarse with need. “Fill your hand with your cum while I’m still inside you.” Dan’s body tensed, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as he obeyed, his cock pulsing as he came, ropes of cum spilling over his hand. Jason’s eyes darkened, his own release crashing over him as he thrust deep, his cock twitching as he filled Dan with his seed. “Fuck,” Jason groaned, his forehead pressing against Dan’s as he rode out his orgasm. They lay there for a moment, their breaths syncing as they came down from the high. Jason pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from Dan’s body with a wet sound. Dan let out a soft sigh, his hand still gripping his spent cock as he looked up at Jason with a satisfied smile. “That was… incredible,” Dan murmured, his voice laced with awe. Jason smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Dan’s lips. “Glad you enjoyed it.” They dressed in silence, the tension between them still palpable as they made their way to the kitchen. Jimmy was there, lounging shirtless on a stool, his eyes narrowing as he took in Dan’s disheveled appearance. “Hey,” Jason said, his voice casual as he introduced them. “Jimmy, this is Dan. Dan, Jimmy.” Jimmy’s gaze lingered on Dan, his lips curling into a smirk. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his tone laced with underlying intent. Dan nodded, his eyes flicking between Jason and Jimmy as he sensed the unspoken dynamic between them. “Likewise,” he replied, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. Jason stepped closer to Jimmy, his hand resting on his roommate’s shoulder in a silent claim. “Dan was just leaving,” he said, his voice firm. Dan nodded, his eyes meeting Jason’s for a brief moment before he turned to leave. The door closed behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Jimmy turned to Jason, his smirk widening. “He’s a looker. PrEP slut?” Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his voice low. “For now. I think he could be our next project.” Jimmy’s eyes darkened, his hand reaching out to grip Jason’s hip. “Now you’re talking,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise.

The air in the apartment was electric, charged with anticipation as Jason and Jimmy lounged casually on the sleek, leather couch, their eyes gleaming with conspiratorial intent. The modern decor, with its clean lines and muted tones, provided a stark backdrop to the raw, primal energy that was about to unfold. Dan, their guest, stood by the window, his presence a testament to the transformation they had orchestrated. His once hesitant demeanor had morphed into a confident stride, his body language exuding a raw, unapologetic sexuality. "He's almost here," Jason murmured, his brown eyes flicking towards the door. His athletic frame was relaxed, but his voice carried an underlying tension, a predator's thrill at the impending hunt. Jimmy, his red hair tousled, leaned in, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Pete's a nervous one, but he's ripe. You'll see, Dan. He's been eating up every word we've fed him about the freedom we offer." Dan smirked, his fingers tracing the biohazard tattoo on his inner arm, a permanent reminder of his own conversion. "I remember being in his shoes. Scared, but curious. You two have a way of making it irresistible." The doorbell rang, shattering the silence. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a knowing glance, their unspoken pact hanging heavy in the air. Pete, a wiry figure with long black hair, stood at the threshold, his nervous energy palpable. His eyes darted around the room, landing on Dan, who greeted him with a smirk that was both welcoming and predatory. "Pete, right?" Dan's voice was low, his tone laced with a promise of things to come. "How long have you been fucking with these two?" Pete's voice shook slightly as he replied, "A few weeks. They said this was a four-way with an old friend..." His words trailed off as he took in Dan's confident stance. "Let's get comfortable," Jason said, moving to remove Pete's clothes. Jimmy and Dan shucked what little they had on and soon all four of them were naked and exploring each other's bodies with their hands and each other's mouths with their tongues. Jason broke the silence, "Dan here is one of our prodigies, aren't you?" Dan smirked and nodded. "Dan, why don't you lay on the couch and show Pete what we turned you into." Dan lay on his back, with his hands behind his head, raising his knees to display the slack hole that spoke of countless encounters, and the tattoo on his inner arm that marked him as one of them. Jimmy stepped forward, his muscular frame commanding attention. "Look at Dan, Pete. Really look." His voice was firm, yet held a note of encouragement. Dan spread his legs further, offering himself up as a living testament to their lifestyle. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft sound of Jimmy and Jason stroking their cocks. Jason's voice cut through the tension, his tone sharp and demanding. "How many guys have come in that hole in the last year, Dan?" Dan's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with pride. "Over a thousand, probably. These two gave me the freedom to become this when they pozzed me." His words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation. Pete's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he processed the implications. Fear and arousal warred within him, his body responding despite his reservations. Without a word, the fucking began. Jimmy slid into Dan and then Jason worked his way slowly into Pete. Bodies pressed together, skin against skin, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room. Dan kept his eyes on Pete, his movements confident and deliberate, enticing Pete into the depths of their shared desire to submit themselves to raw cock and milk out the cum. Jason and Jimmy watched, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Pete's resistance crumbled, their cocks thrusting in unison. The room became a blur of flesh and sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and surrender. As the scene reached its climax, Pete's breath hitched, his body arching as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of Jason cummimg deep in his hole. His eyes met Dan's, and in that moment, understanding passed between them. Pete's resistance was no more; he had crossed the threshold, initiated into their world. In the aftermath, as they lay tangled and spent, Pete's voice was barely a whisper. "Thank you." His words trembled with newfound understanding, his body still buzzing with the echoes of their collective hunger. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance, their mission accomplished. Dan, the mentor, smiled, his role in Pete's transformation complete. The circle was closed, the initiation ritual fulfilled. This was who they were, architects of desire, masters of transformation. And in this moment, as they lay entwined, sweat-slicked and sated, they knew they had given Pete the greatest gift of all: freedom to embrace his own desires. As the sun set, casting long shadows across the room, they remained in the glow of their orgasms. This was their truth, their reality, and they embraced it with open arms, ready to welcome the next initiate into their fold.

Wish Kyle had been my neighbor...sans Beth of course. 😈

7 long 6 around -- it's been in roughly 400 holes (men and women) and fathered 6 children to various couples and people who were wanting a donor. I just love spreading my seed to as many holes as possible.

It was very busy there yesterday. I stuck my cock in a lot of holes.

Part 4 He pulled his cock out briefly and placed another Tina crystal on the piss slit. Then he drove his hard cock deep into my cunt in one thrust. I immediately felt how deep inside me the T began to burn and I became even hornier. Tom fucked me hard for another 20 minutes. His cock swelled and became even thicker. "Beg me, beg for my charged load, my POZ cum!" I couldn't help but beg him for his POZ load. "Yes, rip my pussy open, impregnate me, fertilize me with your POZ cum, knock me up." He now fucked me relentlessly, like a stallion mounting a mare. With brutal hard thrusts, he almost split my pussy in two. His huge, bulging balls slammed violently against my small, completely unnecessary and useless balls. Then he screamed loudly and the huge cock in my whore cunt got even fatter. He came deep inside me, but continued to fuck me hard. Nevertheless, I felt every single spurt of his toxic cum inside me. "Yes, you little cunt slut, I'm going to make you pregnant, share my DNA with you." Then Tom pulled his hard cock out of me and just seconds later another hard cock was rammed inside me. Tom just said, "Yes, Phil, fuck this slut with your fat cock and your big PA." Phil moaned, "You've filled her pussy with cum, it's time to fuck her deeper and massage it into her cunt so it can take full effect." I felt the huge cock push even deeper into me. It must have had a lot of T on its cock head because it burned even deeper in my ass, and that hot heat spread even deeper inside me. "My PA will make sure our hot juice takes effect, my little mare." A mask was pulled over my head and I couldn't resist the poppers that were poured into it. Phil thrust harder and harder into me and although I was well broken in, it took a minute or two before he was all the way inside me and I felt his balls slapping against mine.

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

Part 2 I moaned loudly. Without mercy, he pounded deep into my ass until I could feel his body against mine. His low-hanging balls slapped against mine. "What a hot fuck hole" he moaned loudly. Without giving me a break, he pulled his cock out again up to the glans and pushed it deep inside me again. He only said briefly to Mike "Call the others, tell them there's a hot cunt to fuck and breed here". He fucked me hard and powerful for at least half an hour without mercy. Then he grabbed me and simply lifted me up, his cock still deep in my cunt. He took three steps, his cock slipping even deeper inside me, and put me in a sling. Mike was immediately on the spot and tied my ankles and wrists to the sling. "The reinforcements will be here in 10 minutes," he said. "Then we should let the pig fly a little better," the Master replied and I saw him disappear again with a needleless syringe between my ass. "This time you'll get a really fat booty bump, my horny bitch" and I could already feel him squirting the contents of the syringe deep into my ass. It burned like fire again and just a few moments later I was overcome by another wave of absolute sexual desire. "Well, do you need something in your ass?" said the master. "Then ask me and I'll fuck your brains out of your skull". I just couldn't help myself and said "Fuck me, squirt your juice into my cunt, fuck my brains out". The master didn't need to be told twice and with a brutal, powerful, deep thrust he plunged his huge cock deep into my cunt. He fucks me with maximum force. Whenever he closed, the sling came towards his cock so that he fucked deeper and deeper into me. He had long been through my second muscle. After 5 minutes, he moaned loudly and said "Come on cunt, ask for my cum. Do you want to feel my toxic cum deep in your cunt? I'll squirt my whole charged load deep into your hole. From now on you're my fuck cunt and you'll let anyone I want to fuck you." "Yes, please shoot your cum deep inside my cunt!" I screamed across the room. Just a few seconds later, I felt his cock continue to inflate in my cunt and he started to cum deep inside me. Seven, eight, nine, ten times I felt his cock contracting and squirting cum deep inside me. "Can you feel me filling your cunt with my spunk? When my buddies get here, we'll really send you into orbit and then you'll get one poz load after another squirted into your cunt." With that he pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. Mike had already been waiting for it and as soon as the cock was out of my ass he pushed a really fat and quite long plug into me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the black plug was completely covered in white powder, so I wasn't surprised that as soon as it was in my hole, it burned and I got even hornier.

While I have had a lot of gay incest experience, and have had great sexual experiences with the men in my family, I am first to say it’s not for everyone. It worked for us. We had a more male environment, as the parents were divorced and fucking hated her for leaving dad, so I was fucking all over the man, making sure he didn’t go without. I used to love going to the grocery store with dad. He had these thick, Italian, hairy legs, wearing shorts, no underwear, so could see his thick hog. Women would fucking throw themselves at the man, but we’d get home and he’d be banging the fuck out me. Never had to come out either, as I am sure he realized I was gay when I always begging for him not to stop while he was fucking me.

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

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!

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 fav version of cumkissing is when I suck big cocks with another sucker and we share the cum of the top

I'm also adding this one. i really enjoy Ken Burns historical documentaries. I've seen him in a different interview on his latest documentary on the American Revolution, but grabbed a different interview that i have yet to view with Joe Rogan. my thought process is i think some may perceive Ken Burns on the 'left,' so figured i'd get an interview with him from someone generally considered on the 'right.'

Same here, no pain at all. I loved it too! I had never felt anything like that before. I was immediately hooked. We even caught it on early computer camera video.

I never had any issues with them until about 2 weeks ago, when I got some rather nasty burns (not yet healed) on the skin at the entrance to my nostrils. I certainly didn't splash any on me, but it is possible that my nose touched the (possibly moist) bottle. I've been thinking about the incident and doing a bit of research since. What was different than other times I used them? 1. I used to store them in the refrigerator, but I haven't been doing that recently because of a shared living situation. 2. I was using them more frequently, and therefore opening and closing the bottle more often. 3. I was using them from a small bottle that I was refilling from a larger bottle (to avoid opening the larger one so often). Buckle your seatbelts, time for some science! Poppers decompose fairly easily (fact). At least one of the by-products of decomposition catalyzes the decomposition and makes it proceed faster (fact). At least one of the by-products of decomposition is nitric acid (fact). I've never had a problem with burns from a fresh bottle of poppers, even when I spilled them on my skin (fact). At the time I got burned, I had noticed during both that session and the session before that the poppers had a "sharp" smell to my nose (like horseradish or wasabi), which is characteristic of strongly acidic vapors. My hypothesis is that the burns are caused by nitric acid, which comes from the degradation of the poppers over time. I'm planning to do some experimentation (not on my nose!) to probe this further, when I get around to it. Further note: Some poppers are sold with a small round white ball in the bottle. I don't know for sure, but I believe this is probably a small ball of an alkaline substance such as lye or washing soda, which can absorb the acid as degradation occurs, thereby keeping it from catalyzing further degradation. There is a patent from the 1950s on using such alkalies for this exact purpose.

Getting bred deep is the whole point of the experience for me. Especially going through the day later knowing I'm still full of of someones load. I think the hottest feeling was. when I noticed someones cum still leaking out the next day.

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.

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?"

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

The first dick I took was pierced. And my uncle’s giant cock.

A 43 years old guy fucked me in all possible positions at a bathhouse. He was everything I ever wanted and or wish for the first fuck. It was beyond, painless and only pleasure. Still this day, I had no idea how he managed to penetrate my tight virgin hole. An hour plus of exploring my throat with his sweet tongue while his cock hammering my no longer tight hole. The night to remember for an eternity and comparing with each new Top. He saved the seeding for his friend, a much older guy with fatter cock and cum bucket. The next day, I met a 58 years old guy "his friend", bald head in suit and tie with a wonderful personality. Later in an evening he invited me to a bar, I refused and gave him a reason "age restriction",he laughed and invited me to his place. I said yes, 58 years old, bald head, hairy with belly definitely not the type I want for sex. A few hours later, my ass ring stretched beyond it's limit and soaked with heavy loads. Every inches of me covered with his sweat, saliva and cum. Delightful smile , dripping sweat, spreading my legs wide, popping my tight ass ring with his fat cock, just the head over, over and over. I was his sex toy and love every second of it. Experienced Top with an exceptional large tool is always in demand.

Once i was invited by a man and we had sex with his son who was 21. The son was well coached and was a real whore. Great expérience.

My dad’s best friend from college was gay (very progressive in the 80s) and he was the one who facilitated Aaron and whatever guy he was dating fucking me when my mom wasn’t around. The younger guys who hear this think it’s weird and predatory but I was so into it, always loved taking loads, and just thought it was hot to be with all the guys. They both got off so hard on watching the other one fuck me too.

The comment above is from me. I joined this site because of this chat

And my dad use to fucking cum huge loads!! My boipussy was always drenched and seeded after dad was done. There would be times, I hated to have him pull out, as I didn’t want any of nut to escape. Like someone else said, “good dick is good dick”.

Part 11 While I walk into the locker room , where the other teams are waiting for their turn, I can feel cum dripping out of my hole. It leaves a small trail on my butt and on the floor. It's like the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale. You can see the path I walked, leaving cum spots all over. And it's not just me; Kayode has the same. When we enter the locker room , we don't say anything to the other teams that are still waiting to play , but we can see their eyes on us. Well, actually on our asses that are dripping. No questions are needed about what we took, I guess. The host walks us to some showers in the back of the locker room with instructions to clean ourselves. We both walk up to the showers and turn them on. Cold water runs over my head, down my neck and chest, to my filled-up hole, washing some cum drops away. It's a hall of showers, so there's no privacy here. I can see Kayode doing the same. He's washing his ass and is keeping the shower hand bar to his ass. He sees that I watch him. Damm, he is hot, I think to myself. Kayode really has a nice ass and body. The first team is almost done showering, but I hear someone walking up behind me. A hand is gripping my ass, and a finger touches my hole. There is a dripper... that hole took some. It is one of the guys from the first team, the 30-year-old guy. He pushes his finger deep up my hole and makes me shiver again. "Feels wet, just like your friend over there," he nods to Kayode . "Your speed has a price," he laughs. " Let him be," Kayode tells him. "There is enough cock and asses in this roulette game for everyone ." The player gets his finger out of my hole and watches while his finger is full of cum when he pulls it out of me. "Just wanted a taste," he smiles. With that, he licks his own finger clean, covered in my cum that was up my hole. I watch him in disbelief. Was that all up my hole? And even more still in me? I never knew I could take so much. And he just licked it up? Together with my ass juices? "Tastes good, might be a toxic mix," he laughs at me. The player walks away from me, and Kayode calls me to him. "Don't worry," he tells me, "those guys are dicks. Get your ass here; let's clean that hole up." I walk to Kayode and stand close to him. Watching his body is making me hard. My hand slowly touches his cock. I'm not thinking in any way of what that other guy just told me. I'm only thinking of that hot body of Kayode next to me. Glad you like me, he laughs. I grab his cock tight and let my hands softly play with it. His balls run through my fingers. He is built big. Is every black cock that big, I wonder? My hand is touching his body. Over his six-pack to his chest, I let my fingers rest on his nipples, slowly playing with them. Softly, I kiss Kayode. Damn, that boy can kiss. I turn myself to him with my still filled hole and press my ass against his crotch. Kayode starts to laugh. "Your ass is turning into a slutty breeding hole... that's nice, mate, but I'm a bottom, bro. So let's save the fun for the next part of the game and let me just clean that ass of yours." Fuck, I think to myself, but he is right. There is still one game to go. I can feel a cold shower against my hole. "Bend over, let's wash it ," Kayode tells me. My head is waking up again, and I bend a bit over. Kayode seems to know what he's doing while washing me. When he's done with me, I need to help him too, and I try to copy the way he did it for me. I wash his beautiful tight ass and remove all the cum that I can see. His hole looks really fresh again, ready for the next round. In 20 minutes, we are done, and we leave the shower to join the guys in the locker room again, just around the corner. We wait till all teams are back. The host gives us the scores again. We were not the fastest, but we did earn some points. Kayode is in second place on the scoreboard . I'm somewhere in the middle. Just one game left. The host calls us all together and starts to talk again. The next game is called blackjack . The rules are simple: get as close to 21 as you can. Bust it when you think you're close enough or no longer can take it (the host starts to grin ). You get points, the same as the number you have. It counts with the points you had earlier . If you exceed 21 points in this game, you get nothing. So think before you proceed with anything. In each large room, there are four spinning tables set up. You will lie on that spinning table. You are the dice yourself, if you know what I mean. You will be strapped to the spinning table on your back with your legs apart. Around you, there will be 12 tops. Each top has a number on it. You can give yourself a spin. You can push yourself off on the handles placed that are placed all around the table. The harder you push, the harder and longer you spin. The wheel you are chained to will turn... When it stops, the guy standing right beneath you, between your legs, is the number you spun. That guy has 10 minutes with you. There will be four tables in the room; we can't fit more in it. So, not all of you can play at the same time. Some have to wait a while. You can watch the scoreboard; your points will be added to the points you already have. The one with the highest score stays. If you drop down to second or even lower , we will escort you out. We thank you for participating in the game, and we wish you a good continuation of your holiday. Watch the screen; you are picked from the lowest to the highest scores. Damn. So... now I need to give up all control to a top. I have no say in whatever happens. Only my spin will determine which guy I'm playing with. I'm getting nervous. I'm not in the first round; there are players with fewer points. There is no screen, so we can't watch. We only hear moaning coming from the big room. It makes me even more nervous, but also excited. What and how will this game be, and what will it look like? I take a piss and have another drink while I wait. It takes some time, and some guys are being asked to follow the host into the room. I watch the scoreboard, and I can see points being added, but also guys getting no points at all, and guys dropping in the ranking. They are being escorted out, and a red cross becomes visible behind their names . Then I am up. I hug Kayode and wish him luck. It's not his turn yet because he is one of the guys with the most points. I walk into the room. One table is empty, and I'm being escorted to it. I can see other spinning wheels where guys are chained. Some look really wasted. Are they sick or just roughened up by a top? I can smell the odor of cum, piss, gag, sex, and sweat in the room. One guy has a red ass like a tomato. You can see handprints on him, and his hole is puffy and open. One guy is covered in fluids. If I have to guess, it's piss mixed with cum. I'm getting led to the wheel, and a helper is just cleaning it. "Sorry," he says, "it was a mess. Just cleaning it a bit for you." I can see the tops standing and smiling next to the wheel. They all have chains with numbers. Again, they are all wearing red shirts whit numbers, so I can't see any part of their chests. From some guys, I see parts of tattoos coming out of their sleeves. There are younger and older guys, but they all look rough. They all have shorts on, with, again, a zipper. I don't have to ask why that zipper is there; I already know that part from the first game. "Go ahead," the help says to me. "Take a place in the middle of the wheel." I climb on the wheel and sit in the middle. All tops are going around the wheel and me. I watch them closely, face by face, scanning their bodies and shorts. Some have a big, hard bulge in their shorts. photo of Jake on the spinning wheel. "Watch closely ," the helper says to me. All the tops have a number on their shirts. Those are the points. Get as close to 21 as you can. If a top is too rough for you and you stop, the game stops too, and you can't spin again. Just so you know. "Go and lie down now," the helper tells me. I do as I'm told and lie down on the spinning wheel . The helper ties my hands down on the wheel . "Spread those legs," he says. I do as I'm told, and they are getting bound too. "Okay, now start the game," while the helper walks away. Fast, I watch the other wheels, and I can see guys getting slapped and fucked. I guess that's what will happen to me soon too. I grab the handles and then push it hard. The wheel spins with me on it. It spins hard and for a long time. I get dizzy, and I'm not sure when and where it will stop. Now I know why some of the other bottoms look a bit sick. Slowly, the wheel slows down. I watch the tops' faces while I spin past them. They are laughing . Some spit on my face while I pass them. On my cheeks , on my body, on my mouth. The wheel stops. I'm dizzy as hell, so I'm not sure where or which guy it stopped at. I can hear some guys breathe in disappointment , but one guy clearly says, "He is mine for 10 minutes ." I can hear a click; my legs are being freed, but my hands stay locked on the wheel . The other guys take a step back, and I look up. My view over my body, past my cock, and there I see him. I spun number 12... jackpot... a big muscular guy, looks a bit Arabic in origin , bald with a short shaved head, a big beard, tattoos coming out of his shirt, a big bulge, and strong legs. He looks dark and mean out of his eyes. I swallow in nerves. photo of the guy whit number 12 I feel his strong hand gripping my feet, slowly moving across my legs to my upper thighs . His hands feel warm and rough on me. They are tight around me, though it feels really good. Slowly, his hands go up my upper thighs till I feel his fingers touch my cock and balls. My cock is starting to react and getting a bit excited . He grabs my balls with his strong, big hands and closes his hand around them. It feels so hot and warm. I really like the feeling. But then... he starts to tighten up his hands, my balls trapped in them. He tightens up fast and hard... he's ... he's crushing my balls. It hurts; it hurts like hell. I hear a scream in the room; my mind wonders from whom . Then I recognize it. It's my own voice... I am screaming. Screaming in pain because he is crushing my balls. The top slowly bends over me... "You don't need those nuts, as a fuck hole," he grins at me. "I am number 12 for a reason. I am the hardest over here. " And he crushes his hands again... "Fuckkkkkk. Aaaaahhhhhhhh , it hurts," and I scream again. He just laughs and then lets my balls loose . My balls feel crushed , red, painful, while the top walks around the table to my face. His crotch hanging against my nose. I can smell it, and his bulge looks huge. He opens up his zipper and gets his cock out. It has to be somewhere around 7.8 inches and is cut. He is semi-hard already. Open up that mouth, boy. I have 10 minutes and no time to waste. I open my mouth, and he just sticks his cock in, pushing it into my throat. I start to gag, but he does not pull back. I start to gag and cough up slime. It's all around his cock, leaking from the sides and dripping on my face. But he does not pull back and slaps my face with his hand instead. Don't be a pussy, boy; just swallow. I do as I'm told and try to get calm, sucking his cock into my throat. His cock is now wet and slimy from me gagging on it. and then I taste something . I feel a warm, wet sensation in my throat , a feeling of drowning and the urge to swallow. My body reacts, and I start to swallow. A warm fluid, tasting spicy... My eyes widen ... he is pissing into my throat, and I can do nothing but swallow... The top laughs at me; I just need to get rid of this and don't like it to be wasted. I like my boys dirty, and he keeps pissing in me. Beam after beam, I feel piss flowing down my throat and swallow it. I'll try to stay calm in my mind, but it's hard to do so. What the fuck is happening to me... I never thought of this... The top then pulls his cock out, still pissing. Out of my throat and into my mouth. I can now taste his piss really well, and still, I am swallowing it. The top starts to laugh, seeing this boy likes it. He even swallows it now when he can just purge it out. He then gets all of his cock out and starts to piss on my face and body. It's a sort of warm waterfall, hitting my naked thighs and down my body. I feel my hair wet and dripping, my body, my own ass and cock. He just pisses on me, all over. And I... can't do anything... but let it happen and try to enjoy... I can hear the other tops clap their hands, encouraging the top while they watch me. After some seconds, the top stops pissing. "I'm done pissing, slut," he shouts to me. He pushes his cock down my throat again. I can taste his filthy piss, but I clean his cock as much as I can. He gives a small slap against my face as approval and takes his cock back out again. Slowly, he walks to the other side of the table again, while I am still wet and dripping from his piss. He climbs on the spinning table, and I feel my legs getting spread. He pushes them over his shoulders, so my ass gets lifted. I watch his face and eyes carefully, while my hands are still tied down. My hole tightens up; I can't do anything while I lie here chained. I have to take whatever is coming, and I need to take these points. Meanwhile, my cock got hard from this threat, but my balls are still hurting. They might be blue as hell, comes across my mind. Then he gets his face down to my ass. I can feel his beard scratching across my hole and ass. His breath at my hole is warm; against my hole, I can feel my hole twitch a bit. A wet, warm, tickling feeling surprises me. He's licking my sphincter, his warm tongue pushing a bit in me. His tongue feels soft and tender, though the top is not tender at all. his beard scratching against my ass and thighs. pushing his tongue with force against me and trying to get a bit in. then the tip of his tongue does. I can feel it. his tongue going deeper and a warm, hot feeling comes over me. meanwhile I feel a finger coming in too, pushing against my prostate. I'm starting to moan; this feels so good. then he stops rimming me but keeps his finger in me, pushing against my prostate as he watches me face to face, deep in my eyes. a true bottom slut, he tells me softly. a tight, wet hole I enjoy, and moaning while I finger your hole, just begging for more, he tells me. then he pushes a second finger in, trying to open me up. I can only start to moan harder. here I am, moaning in bliss , with a top between my legs, fingering my hole. he is right, I want more; I want it all. He then gets his fingers out and pushes my legs up even more. He starts to sit up, my legs over his shoulders, and I can feel his cock against my ass. "See the clock above you," he tells me. "Five minutes left, and I'm going to use this time to take that ass of yours. You can watch the clock until it's time because I will take this time to fuck." He then sets his big cock against my hole. It still feels wet from the gagging before. But fuck, his cock swells up and he is huge. He grabs my shoulders, presses me down, and holds me. I can see his muscles tighten . And then... I feel a push... not a normal push, but hard, really hard. A feeling of pain shoots through my body, and my sphincter breaks. His cock just shoots up my hole like a racing car. There is no stopping, no grip on his cock; he just pushes real hard and my hole breaks for his cock. My anal walls are getting pushed to the sides when his cock shoots up. Pain , terrible pain in me, and a feeling of being filled up. Hard, I yell, " Fuuucccckkkkkkk!" There is no escape from him; he holds me and his ass is his. His cock rams up into me, and with a big slap, his groin slaps against my ass. He's in me, all the way. I try to get some air; I feel filled up, painful, scared, and so much more. But his cock does feel good in me. My hole is gripping his cock all over, from the base to the top, deep inside me. I can feel it deep inside, and I am honored . Painfully and hard, he starts to push and back down, fucking me like a wild animal. He's pumping my hole extremely fast. My mind and body do not even have the chance to register if his cock is in or out of my hole. His cock just slams in me, rubbing my prostate. The way he fucks me is the way I need. My hole burns, my sphincter tight around his cock. I can feel my sphincter getting ripped up. My legs on his shoulders and he watching me deep in my eyes. I can only moan and groan. The help walks up to me and holds a little bottle under my nose. "Sniff this, otherwise your hole will be ripped to pieces and your holiday might be over then. " All I can think is I'll do anything for some pain relief , so I take a big sniff. My head starts to spin a bit; I feel my mind and muscles relax. The pain in my hole fades away. I can feel pleasure, purely pleasure while the top ravages my hole. I feel him thrusting hard and deep, and I start to moan loudly from pleasure. The top grins . "There is the slut, like a real good slut loving my cock and loving his ass used." He only starts to pound me even harder. The time seems to slow down. I can feel his balls slapping hard against my ass while the top lowers himself on me. His beard scratching my body, over my chest and nipples , to my face and mouth. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth. I can feel his wet shirt from sweat wiping over my body, mixing with the remains of piss that I still have on me. I feel a huge sensation up my hole, like I never felt before. I am enjoying myself; I love his cock. The second he stops kissing, he spits in my open mouth, and I just let him. The I hear a bell ring. My mind is still racing, and I am watching my top deep in his eyes. "Fuck," he says to me. "Time is up," I hear a helper say. "Time for another spin... The"" data-pos="195" data-len="10" > " The top gets off me, my legs still open for him. He grips my legs and locks them down on the wheel again. I remain still for a few minutes. "Did ... did... did you cum?" I softly ask. "Nah ," the top says. "Too bad the time was up. I wanted to fill you up though . "What… What did you give me?" as i look to the helper. "Those were some strong poppers, boy. Just to help you relax. "Try to get your head back for a minute, and then we start again." I glance at the other tables, and I can see there are two new guys on the spinning tables. I guess I missed it when they walked out and were done with the game. Damn , I now have 12 points. Let's see how close I can get to 21. I grab the handles strongly and give them a strong push. I let myself spin again, round and round. The faces and crotches of the tops are spinning beside my head. Slowly, the wheel starts to slow down again and stops. I hold my head up and watch what number I spin. Number 4. That's a total of 16 points I spin. Number 4 laughs, and I watch him closely . It's a younger guy, I think 25 or something . He is thin, very slim; I can see clearly his shirt is too wide and his hips have bones sticking out. He looks like he is an addict or sick and wasted. I'm not sure why he looks like this. I can see his life is rough and hard, even when he is still this young. He has a nice smile . And damn, he has a big bulge in his underwear. It really sticks out compared with his slim body. photo of the guy whit number 4 The guy is starting to unlock my legs. His thin fingers touch my feet and legs. He is not wasting any time, and before I know it, I feel his hand discovering my ass. His finger pushes against my just-fucked hole. He's making circles with his finger on my hole, and it feels really hot. Then, within a second, his finger starts to push in. I can feel his thin finger up my hole, massaging my prostate . It feels hot. With his other hand, I can see him opening his underwear. A huge cock plops out of it. It is thick, veiny, and big. The top smiles when he sees me looking at his cock, while his finger is still in me. "All boys like my cock," he smirks. "So many holes have taken it, and yours is next." He then gets his finger out of me and pushes my legs apart. His cock against my sphincter. I can feel him already dripping some pre-cum or whatever else it is against my hole. The helper comes to me and is holding a bottle again. "You're a lucky guy," he tells me. "Again, you are going to enjoy a real big cock. So sniff it up and let your body relax." I take a big, deep sniff. Tears run in my eyes, and my mind fades away. At the same time, I feel some sort of pressure and a feeling of getting stuffed. It's the top. This number four is pushing his cock up my hole really slow. My sphincter just breaks and gives my inner self to the top. My hole is on his cock, his to use for the next ten minutes. Softly I moan while his cock goes deeper and deeper. Just in one flow and thrust, he pounds himself deep into my hole. I can hear myself giving a yell . Fuck , I huff. He is huge. I can feel his bony hips pressing against my thighs while his cock is deep in me. He lets me relax a bit and then starts to thrust. Fuckkk , dammmm. He goes deep and hard, I can feel his hips thrusting against me. Some hard slams; I bet he will leave some bruises. But my mind is still Flying, and my whole body is relaxed from the poppers. So I let him fuck me, with no hesitation and just a bit of faded-away pain. I feel his bony hips thrusting hard against my ass. His thick, hard cock deep in me. Damn, I love this feeling. "Fuck me," I moan to him, "fuck me hard. " The top hears it and starts to fuck me harder and rougher. The feeling is slowly coming back, but my body is all relaxed. I can feel my hole burning from taking his big cock. My hole is gripping tightly around his big cock. His balls are slamming against it every time he pushes deep inside me. His hands are placed on my chest, and I can feel his thin fingers touching me, playing with my nipples while he leans a bit over me. I follow his arms with my eyes. I can see pale skin, bones sticking out beneath his skin. Thick veins and small muscles appear with his intense pounding. The guy is giving me all he can. I can see blue spots on his arms. I'm not sure if those are from needles, from sickness, or from something else rough . My eyes follow his arms up to his bony shoulders and chest. He has no chest hair, and his chest is really flat and skinny, though his nipples are big and hot-nipples that should be sucked and played with. He is sweaty and keeps pounding as if it is the last thing he will ever do. Then I watch closely as he faces me . I can clearly see he was damn hot at one time; he still has that look. But time and life have taken a toll on it. His eyes are fixed ahead , not on me. He is just intensely fucking me, doing his job as a top and not caring about me at all. What happened to this guy? Somewhere in his 20s or 25, looking that rough and thin. Slowly the feeling in my body is coming back, and I can feel him fuck me more intensely . I can clearly hear his balls slapping hard against my ass and his hip bones smashing into me. It hurts every time he pounds me, his cock thrusting deep inside me, pushing my limits . My hole can't get any grip on his cock; it feels slippery. Is it all pre-cum? I feel some pain deep inside my hole, but I guess the worst is already done. I clearly hear the guys around the wheel supporting the boy. "Fuck him, fuck him, breed him, cum in that man's pussy”. The guy responds, "I will, I will fill him up..." and he starts to pound even harder. Pain shoots through my body, and the help wants to give me another sniff. Just before I take a sniff , my mind races and thinks , "If I am indeed the last fuck of this boy, let him enjoy and let him fill me up." So, with that, I scream to him , "Fuck me, give me your cum, load me up..." I can see the boy laughing at me and nodding . Then I take another sniff. My body immediately reacts to it , and my sphincter just relaxes . I feel the guy pound me way more easily, and with this, he can push even a bit deeper. His cock is rubbing my prostate, so my body responds, and I am really hard while he is fucking me. My balls are hard, but every time he pounds back into my hole, I can feel them bounce. I start to moan loudly , just like the top. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'm yours to use... I love this, I love this ... fuckkk..... I feel a sort of electric impulse through my whole body, and I start to spasm. I feel wet drops hitting my body, face, and mouth. My mind is going crazy, and I don't really understand what these drops are yet. My body is spasming so badly, and the pleasure is unbelievable . Just a few seconds later, I hear the guy moan hard... here I come, here I come. He pushed deep inside me, and in my hole, I can feel his cock swell up. He is swelling so damn big; it feels like he is bursting out of my hole any second. Then I feel him spasm, and I feel a hard tickling sensation deep inside me. He is cumming in my hole, deep inside me. Load after load, he is shooting deep into me. He does not pull out or anything; he is just keeping his cock deep so he shoots all of it. My mind is slowly coming back. We came at the same time... He shot his load deep in me, so I keep it forever. His DNA deep in my hole, with whatever he has. And it was my own cum, shooting on my body, face, and mouth. Big cum shots dripping around my mouth. The guy is tired and crashes on my body. His face near mine and his mouth on mine. He starts to lick my lips and chin. He is licking my cum off me, getting it in his mouth. He is making a show of it, showing me and the guys next to the wheel that he has my cum in his mouth. And then he swallows it... He smiles, still with a nice fresh load, he softly whispers to me and kisses me. He gets back on his knees and stands up. His big cock pulling out of my hole. He is still a bit hard, and I can see cum drops falling from his cock that he just pulled out with him . It looks... yellow... what the... I think? The guy smiles again. "Now you might get this too," he points to his yellow cum. I'm too tired to panic, and my body is still in a trance from shooting my own load and getting one at the same time. I just look at the cycling till the time on the clock is done. Ten minutes are over. I need to keep going, I think to myself... I catch my breath and grab the handles again. I spin again. It's not as hard as the first two times, but enough to make at least three rounds. The wheel stops again, and I watch. I have 16 points, and now??? Fuck . I spun number 12 again, and he is just laughing . "Hi there again," he laughs at me, "back for a second ride to finish it?" I can only nod, thinking that I just lost... 16 plus 12 is 28... I'm way over 21. The guy is getting between my legs again. He is already hard from the show that number 4 gave. He pushes his finger deep and rough up my hole and massages my prostate. My cock responds again and is getting hard. "Perfect , now you're willing again," he laughs. "That hole is so slippery and wet. Mmmm . I'll take my part of it, and I will massage number 4's cum even deeper in you. I might even get some of what he has," he laughs to number 4. Then he pushes his cock against me. The help is coming with poppers again. But the top is waving him away . "This boy doesn't need it. Have you seen his cummy hole? He can take it without now." With that, he pushes hard up in me. My hole can't resist anything, so he just pushes deep in me. I feel him slide deep in me. He is right, I can take it. I feel some pain, but I love it. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. He looks deep in my eyes and then I whisper to him , "Fuck me, fuck me hard. My hole is hungry for your load..." The guy (number 12) starts to pound me. Three times softly, and then he just rams it into my hole. It's like a beast destroying me . He keeps ramming it deep inside me. My body just shakes when he pounds me. My back hurts against the wheel, but I don't give in. I let him have me. the guy is moaning load, wile his body pounds me and is sweating like hell. i bend a bit forward so i can kiss him, wile he is using me. his beard tickles on my chin. our thongs find each other and we keep kissing wile he is pounding me hard. i have put my legs on his shoulders so he can fuck me even deeper. and he dous... While we kiss, I softly moan in pleasure. His cock is rubbing against my prostate, so this fuck feels like both pain and pleasure. I can feel some cum from number 4 leaking out of me, lubing his cock and balls. I hear wet smacking from his balls against my hole. This has to be the cum of number 4, dripping onto his balls. These sounds echo around the room. I feel so slutty and hot at the same time. While he kisses me, he sometimes breaks the kiss and just spits in my mouth. Thankfully, I swallow it. I can see in his eyes he likes to watch me swallow it. He lets out a big growl and looks deep into my eyes. "Shall I pump my load up there with the load of number 4?" he asks me. "So your hole will be flooded and know its real meaning." I nod. "Please sir, please ." I need that. He keeps fucking me rough for half a minute and then just rams his cock deep into my hole. Further than he was before, and I feel a sting of pain mixed with the feeling of getting filled up. He starts to shiver, and I feel his cock getting hard and thick deep inside me. "Cum in me," I yell to him. I just spoke those words out loud, and I can feel it-cum spraying deep in my hole. Wet , warm, sticky shots deep inside me, shot after shot, while the guy moans loudly . The guys around the wheel start to applaud . He stays in me for a while, panting and sweating . Sweat is dripping from his beard onto my face and mouth. Some drops I catch with my tongue . His shirt is wet with all the sweat . I wish I could rip it off him, but my hands are still tied up on the wheel . Still 5 minutes left, a help call . The guy nods. I feel his cock in me getting softer. "I'm not done yet," he laughs at me. "You take all of me; you're a hole, nothing more, nothing less." I feel a sharp, warm pain in me. It feels like I'm getting filled up with some sort of liquid. It feels hot, wet, and it is hitting my prostate hard. The guy smiles.... "I'm filling you up with my piss." My eyes widen . Is he... is he... pissing in my hole? I feel dirty, but at the same time, a sort of electric shock goes through my body. He is pissing against my prostate, so it feels heavenly at the same time. I start to moan loudly . The feeling, the piss, it just keeps going. I moan loudly, and then my cock and body start to spasm again. I'm cumming.... My load shoots out of my cock, over my belly, while he keeps pissing into me. A mix of intense pleasure, dirty, warm, hot, and sluttiness washes over me, but I keep shooting my load. I can see the guy grinning at me while he keeps pissing against my prostate, even when after some 5 shots, I'm done. The intense feeling... fuckkk, I moan, while my body keeps spasming . Slowly, the feeling is getting less. The guy stops pissing in me, but he leaves his cock in me. I'm done, slut... he laughs and bends over to me. He kisses me deeply, his beard scratching against me again, but I love it. I think I love him for opening this world to me. I never knew it could be this hot. Welcome to the world of dirty fuck sluts, he laughs, and I can only say thanks. I can hear now the beeping of the alarm; the time is up. It's done, I lost, but got two cum loads in me. He gets his cock out while his fingers move over my body, collecting my cum. His fingers are full of it, and he holds it at my mouth. He does not have to say anything; I just open my mouth and start to lick his fingers. I taste my own cum, and I swallow it. He turns around and walks away from me, out of the room. I stay there for a few minutes. As I look around me, other bottoms are on the wheel, then when I started, help comes up and starts to untie me. "You lost," he tells me, "you went over 21 points." He helps me up; I'm still a bit weak and soft in my legs, so he walks with me to a locker room . Here, I can take a shower. I'm all alone in there, and even the help walks away. I get under the shower, and I feel the water running down. I have an urge to push. No one sees me, so I do. A waterfall of piss, cum, anal fluid, and some blood is pouring out of my hole, falling down on the ground and getting washed away with the water of the shower. I watch it flow over the ground into the shower pit. I stand there for a few minutes; my mind is turned off and slowly coming back . What did happen? What did I do? But I did like it. I feel an urge to get more. Is this the new me? I think it is. Well , I think I'm getting more understanding for Kayode and Leroy now. I am becoming a bit of a cock slut myself here these days in the hotel.

After the parents divorced, my older brother and I lived with our dad. The 3 of us had sex openly and often, to the point I used to think it was because dad was born in Italy, and that our sex life was more “European”. My brother and I shared a bed, so all he had to do was roll on top of me to get laid. My brother was good looking and popular, so it made it all more enjoyable. I loved sucking my dad’s dick, and every time he fucked his nut in me, not only did it feel good, but fucking hated my mother, so the fact he 1000% loved fucking my ass more than her cunt meant the world to me. Also had sex with my uncle (dad’s brother) regularly for more than a couple years. He would take me camping, and would do nothing but hike and have sex. He always made me feel special, as he didn’t talk much, but always had time for me. Plus he was an incredibly passionate man sexually.

I need help confirming that. Can someone put their cock in me and fuck me? If I beg for more or a load, I'll consider myself a faggot. I don't and just say OW but not make you stop... then I'll be a Republican.

Often the biggest homophobic mouths in public have the deepest ass in private LOL

Just remind him that he only has value when he has sperm inside his hole.

This happened quite a long time ago now and I've never told anyone about it. First of all, I should say I don't really like stealthing and I've never done it - I don't want to take anyone's choices away from them - but that's just my view. I've always known that it happens - and this is the story of the time it happened to me. It was 1996 and I had not long turned 30. After many years of carefully practising safe sex, I was starting to have sex without condoms. At first it was only as a top, then I let a few guys fuck me without a condom and cum in my arse. I knew I was enjoying unprotected sex - the feelling of shooting my load right up someone's arse with no condom was becoming addictive. I was also starting to enjoy being fucked bare and had enjoyed taking a few load in my arse. I knew that if I continued doing this there would be consequences and so, after thinking about it very seriously, I decided to go back to using condoms on every occasion. One afternoon I was on a training course in central London and when it finished I decided to check out the toilets at Marble Arch. The toilets were situated underground in the maze of passages that led to the various exits from the underground station and the park. There was a load of urinals at one end and down at the other end two rows of cubicles down the side and a long row of cubicles along the back. The toilet was very active and I had enjoyed some very horny fun in there. Guys would cruise down at the cubicles where you couldn't be seen and a lot of sucking and even fucking went on in these cubicles. A lot of people used to climb up on the toilets and watch the action in the next cubicle as you couldn't easily be seen from the main part of the toilet. I was feeling horny and was hoping to get some action. The toilet was always busy in the late afternoon and early evening with guys on their way home from work and students coming out of the nearby university. I had lube and condoms with me so I was all ready. The toilet was quite busy and I cruised around for a while and then I caught the eye of a dark haired guy in trackie bottoms and a T shirt. He was just my type and he seemed to be interested in me. He looked to be late 20s, early 30s, with hairy arms and slightly dark skin and from the bulge in his trackies I guessed that he had quite a big cock. Whe a cubicle became vacant I went in and he followed me. I sat down on the toilet and he stood in front of me. I reached up and pulled his trackie bottoms and pants down and his cock sprang out. I was not disappointed and wasted no time in taking his big thick cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and he sighed and then pulled his cock out and indicted to me to lick his balls. I licked his balls for a while and then he pushed his cock back into my mouth and I started sucking him again. I thought he was going to let me suck him until he came in my mouth but after a while he pulled his cock out and indicated to me to stand up. He moved in close and said "I want to fuck you," softly in my ear. I was very turned on by the thought of this fit lad fucking me with his big thick cock and soon I was bent over the toilet with my arse lubed. I had given him a condom which he had rolled on to his cock without comment and soon I felt the head of his big cock pushing into my arse. I spread my legs more and soon he was pushing his cock right up me. I hadn't been fucked for a while and it hurt at first, but he gave me a moment to get used to his cock and then he began to fuck me. He started off slowly and then began to fuck me a little harder. His cock slipped out my arse and he pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his cock back up me. I was really turned on now as he began to fuck me harder. If anything, his cock seemed to feel even bigger in my arse as he took hold of my hips and began to fuck me really hard. I knew he was getting close and soon his breathing got heavier and he thrust hard up my arse a few times and then pushed his cock right up me and held it there. When he finished cumming he pulled out and as I got up and turned round he had pulled off the condom and was wiping his cock with a tissue. I grinned at him and he grinned back, stuffed his cock back into his pants and left the cubicle. A short time later I was on the train back to west London. The train was busy and I had to stand all the way but I didn't care. I was feeling good and I had just enjoyed a really enjoyed a good hard fuck. As the train sped out of London I became aware of a wet, squelchy feeling in my arse. I knew I was still lubed from the fuck, but this felt like more than just lube. In fact, it felt like I had a load of cum in my arse..... I got off the train and walked round towards my flat, still feeling the wet sensation in my arse. Near the station there was a patch of vacant land with a couple of billboards in front of it. I went behind one of the billboards, pulled my pants down and squatted. I pushed and a big load of cum spurted out my arse, followed by some more and then some more. I didn't know what to think. I knew the guy had used a condom and at first I thought it must have split. Then I wondered if he had removed it? I was shocked and I was also annoyed with myself - I had promised myself I wouldn't take any more risks and I told myself I should have checked that he still had the condom on. After a while I deciced to put the experience behind me and make sure I played safe on every occasion in future. A few weeks later I was in central London again on the Saturday afternoon meeting some friends for a birthday lunch in a pizza restaurant. The restaurant was busy and at the next table to us there was a group of young lads who looked about 18 or 19. It was late afternoon when we finished and, feeling hormy again, I decided to check out the toilets at Marble Arch. It was not so busy this time, but when I went down to the cubicles the first person I saw was the guy who had fucked me a few weeks before. He was just entering a cubicle and I was fairly sure I had seen someone entering it just in front of him. I waited and after a short time, someone came out of the cubicle next to the one the guy had gone into. I went in to the cubicle, shut the door, climbed quietly up on to the toilet and looked over. The dark haired guy was in there with someone - and I realised it was one of the young lads from the pizza restaurant - a small blond haired lad. The lad was sitting on the toilet sucking on the dark haired guy's cock. I unzipped my jeans and began to play with myself as I watched the young lad sucking the guy's cock. He sucked him for a while and then the dark haired guy pulled his cock out of the lad's mouth and motioned to him to stand up. The lad stood up and the dark haired guy whispered something in his ear. A short time later, the lad was bent over the toilet, his jeans and his white underpants down at his ankles and I had a perfect view from above as the dark haired guy pushed his condom clad cock slowly up his slim arse. I noticed that, as he did so, he pushed the condom half way down his cock.... He began to fuck the young lad, slowly at first, and then he began to fuck him a bit harder. He fucked him for a while and then his cock slipped out the young lad's arse. In just a few seconds, the dark haired guy had removed the condom and pushed his cock back up the young lad's arse. He began to really fuck the young lad now and I had a perfect view from above of this big, thick, hairy cock thrusting up the young lad's pale, slim arse - now without a condom. I knew this should't turn me on but somehow it did and I was wanking now as I watched him take hold of the lad's hips and begin to fuck him harder. I could see the dark haired guy was getting close and I looked at the young lad. His eyes were closed and he had a look of sheer pleaseure on his face as he pushed his arse back against the dark haired guy's thrusts. Just then the dark haired guy thrust hard up the lad's arse a few times and then pushed his cock right up him and held it there. I knew we was cumming in the young lad's unprotected arse and as he did I shot my load down the cubicle wall. The dark haired guy left the cubicle and I watched as the young lad pulled up his pants, totally unaware that he had just been bred. I found it hard to stop thinking about the scene I had witnessed and I was shocked by how much it had turned me on. I thought back to the load I had taken a few weeks before and how good it had felt in my arse. That night I drove up to Hampstead Heath and before long I was bent over being fucked - without a condom. I let two more guys fuck and breed me before fucking a young black lad without a condom and shooting my load right up his arse. As I drove home I could feel the cum sliding out into my pants and I knew I wanted more. The guy who stealthed me had unleashed something inside me - and I was now on a different path.

Some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had were with guys who stealthed me. Either they started with a condom and removed it mid fuck or they would Do everything to make sure I couldn’t feel them cum so they could get a load or two in me. I get hard just thinking about it.

6. The Glass Compound You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go You swim like lions through the crest And bathe yourself in zebra flesh The ’78 Camaro loaded with a 350-cubic inch V8, fender vents, dual exhaust and a full spoiler out back, roared down the LIE toward Manhattan. Chris’ brain was slowly descending down to earth, back into his body. He had no idea where it’d been, all he knew is it hadn’t been in his head for a long time. Nothing seemed real. Manetti didn't seem real. The powerful purr of the black muscle car didn't seem real. He looked over at Manetti sitting there all smug, all teeth. Manetti glanced sideways at him every now and then. Suddenly, without warning, rage overtook him and he flew into a fury, walloping Manetti on his arm, ribs, thigh—anywhere he could land a punch. “Ow!” Manetti laughed, his forearm up to block most of Chris’ jabs. “It’s not,” Chris landed hard, deliberate strikes against Manetti’s shoulder, “funny!” “Stop. Seriously." Manetti carved the road like he owned it, quickly jetting into the left lane with one hand on the wheel, zooming around a tan Buick, then swerving hard right back into his lane. "You’re going to get us killed.” “I thought you were dead, you shit pig fuck-face. Hate you!” Chris punched his arm. “Ow!” Chris' blows barely registered on Manetti's sculpted frame, but since it made Chris blow off steam he played up the injured act. “Seriously. Stop. Tell me, would you have gone with some escaped cons to do a job if I asked you? No, you would not. Your dumb ass had to be tricked.” Chris crossed his arms and said nothing. Manetti glanced sideways at him again. “Anyway, it was Master Drax’s idea, not mine.” He outstretched his hand and ran it down Chris' arm. Chris angrily brushed him off. Manetti eyed the gym bag; eyed Chris. “So—how much?” Chris turned, shouting, “They were going to kill me!” He turned back again, eyes front, clamming up. “Nah,” Manetti said with only a shade of doubt. “Yes they were. This close, pig fuck.” Chris was stone faced. Manetti let Chris’ accusation roll around in his mind. He, too, went silent for a while, but kept checking the bag Chris held so tightly. “Seriously,” he eventually said, “how much? Hundred K? That's what Drax thought.” Chris stared straight ahead. Manetti eyed him with raised eyebrows, impressed. “One fifty?” “Polanski almost strangled me to death!” Chris spewed, eyes still locked forward. Light was just starting to glow in the rear view mirror. Manetti rocketed the car up to ninety. They sat next to each other in the Camaro’s bucket seats, the gearshift separating them, yet they’d never been farther apart. Chris started shaking. The harder he tried to stop the more he shook. He was coming down from the meth and the adrenaline. He was also hallucinating badly. Unintelligible symbols stood out on the sides of building, on traffic signs, and on the billboards they passed. Egyptian symbols from an eighth grade text book spun out ankhs and sunrays from his fevered brain, falcons and crocodiles, snakes eating their tails, stone etched waves of water. It was more pronounced if he closed his eyes, so he gave into the visions and the tremors. Finally, breaking the silence as much to distract himself from what he was seeing as to confess to Manetti the terror of his last twelve hours, he said, “I shot a man.” “Who hasn’t,” returned Manetti much too quickly. Defensively. It was his turn to turn into a sphinx, steely-eyed, staring straight ahead when Chris looked over. The city glistened in the distance. Chris broke into tears, then quickly grew angry at himself, wiped his face, but the sudden convulsion had a calming effect. Admitting what he’d done, even to the stoic Manetti, eased his fever a bit. He looked into the green light of the dashboard. Watch the red needle twitch at eighty. Out of the blue, he volunteered, "Two." Manetti, from his own mind’s dark place, recalled he’d asked the kid about the money. “Two hundred K, huh?” He whistled. The edges of Chris' lips curled with an undercurrent of unexpected pride. “Not two hundred,” he clarified softly. “Two million.” He knew he wasn’t imagining this fact. He closed his eyes and saw the five rows times four columns times packets ten deep. It was two million dollars he pressed into his lap. Manetti inspected him and judged he wasn't joking. He pulled the Camaro to the side and skidded to a stop. Snatching up the bag, he unzipped it. Under damp t-shirts and jeans he found packet after packet of hundred dollar bills crammed inside. “Fuck. Dude.” He looked at Chris with his jaw open. It was the first time Chris had seen Manetti speechless. The man scanned the sparkling city ahead, looked back in the bag, and then back at Chris. He weighed the likelihood that the crooks had planned to kill the kid, thought about Drax’s involvement, his own complicity. The Camaro’s engine revved, then it tore out, making a U across the traffic island downing some orange cones, and sped away from Manhattan into the rising sun, roaring east along the LIE. *** The 6:45 ferry from Sayville sputtered across the choppy bay. Small, wispy clouds shone pink and gold, while the ferry bobbed, rising and splashing over rough water. Manetti had done a line of coke back in the parking lot before they left the Camaro. He'd offered a line to Chris who looked at him like he had to be a moron. Now his fingers flutter on his kneecap, deep in thought behind his shades. Chris, with both arms wrapped around his gym bag, and Manetti sitting next to him staring off into the distance, were the only passengers sitting on the ferry’s upper deck. When they boarded, they made a strange pair to the crew. A kid in a red track suit much too large for him, the other, a decked out brawny leatherman in jeans, shirtless vest, boots, leather cap, and mirrored sunglasses. Since the boat was heading for the gay mecca known as The Pines, Manetti was hardly an unusual sight, but the kid dressed like a ghetto rapper, now that was something the teenage crew took notice of. All that was missing was big gold chains and a sideways cap. Vanilla Ice in the house, yo, one of them joked in the wheelhouse. A noisy flock of seagulls escorted them across the water. The landing was fast approaching. The store, the motel, the disco became distinct entities as the boat cruised into the harbor. Manetti scrutinized each boat they passed, his mind brewing with plans. A sea plane was getting ready to fly out, having disembarked two passengers who were making their way down the landing. Chris thought he recognized the bigger of the two men—the distinctive mustache, the deep dimples in the handsome face framed by curly auburn hair. It had to be—it was!—the action star, Chuck Brunswick, from his favorite TV show, Stacks Lightning, devoutly watched when he lived at home. Wednesday nights, eight o’clock, every episode, including reruns. From age twelve when it first aired, he watched it for all the fast paced action, the exotic locales, Hawaii, New York, the Congo. By fourteen he became aware that almost every episode featured Chuck Brunswick without a shirt. By fifteen, the car chases lost his interest, as new interests emerged watching each episode alone in his bedroom on Ben’s old black and white TV, a Kleenex box next to him and the door securely locked. He’d been sleepy from the half hour crossing but now he was wide awake, excited. Here, within spitting distance, was a real TV star. And not just any TV star. He nudged Manetti and pointed. Manetti lowered his sunglasses and gave Chris a blank look, then went back to examining the boats. As the ferry passed, Chris made out the famous tuft of dark chestnut hair sticking out the man’s aqua polo shirt. He didn't know the other guy. They were wheeling black suitcases that both had lightning bolt decals on them. The teenage crew cut the engines to prevent unnecessary wake that would disturb the harbor’s yachts. As they neared the dock, all but the captain scuttled downstairs. They threw open the side door and tossed a line to one of the crew members that had jumped off. With the boat secured, they slid out a ramp. One of the teenagers pointed out the actor to his mates, as the celebrity and his companion rounded the corner of the thumping disco. Chris flew down the boats steep stairs, Manetti barely keeping up. "That's Chuck Brunswick up ahead," Chris said to Manetti on the ramp. Even though he was still miffed with Manetti, seeing someone so famous he couldn't hold in his excitement. "Who?" Manetti said. "He does that show Stacks Lightning,” Chris explain. Still Manetti was clueless. “Where he's a spy? Always chasing bad guys in cars and boats, and sleeping with lots of babes?" "Oh," Manetti said with distain. "An actor." Chris gave Manetti a sour look. They trailed the TV star and his companion for several blocks. The disco discharged a few revelers coming out bleary-eyed, squinting and shading their eyes to adjust to the morning light. Chris speaking about Chuck Brunswick was the first time in hours they’d spoken. Right after they left the outer borough, Manetti told Chris he'd made an executive decision. Drax could wait. He was enacting his own Plan B and that meant visiting an old friend in The Pines. Eyeing the tall, broad-shouldered actor ahead on the boardwalk, Chris ventured, "So everybody here’s queer?" Manetti confirmed with a nod. Chris contemplated that. The boardwalk was uneven and Manetti in boots was trying to take it slow and not trip. After several more blocks, seeing they were falling further and further behind the TV star, Chris groaned, “How much farther is your friend’s house?" Manetti told him it was at the end of the boardwalk. Chris frowned, and gave into Manetti slower pace. "Then how far is the beach," Chris asked. Manetti nodded at an approaching walkway. Chris peered down the path and saw shimmering waves. "If we’re not going to catch him, I want to walk on the beach," he said, turning down the walkway without waiting for Manetti. Manetti huffed. Boots in sand would be harder than the uneven boardwalk, but he followed the kid anyway. Specifically, he followed the green gym bag. On the beach Chris' mood brightened considerably. He was almost his old self. He’d pulled off his sneakers and socks, and wiggled his toes in the sand as he trotted next to the crashing waves. The sound of the sea, the salt spray, cold early morning sand—it was a reminder of home. It cleared his senses. He picked up a driftwood stick and drew a line in the sand in front of him, jumped over it, then flung the stick into the foam. The houses that lined the beach were grand. Rich in wood and glass, they were tributes to wealth—honestly made or otherwise. Large two story structures, all with decks and pools, all stacked alongside each other. One, he observed, had sliding windows who's four large glass panes folded right into the walls, leaving the living room’s fourth wall completely open. Another one had a pool whose beach front side was a giant window of glass. Two joggers in speedos, a blond and a curly red-head, passed him. They turned their heads back to get a look at the kid in the hip hop getup. They laughed when they saw it was a young white kid. To Chris they looked like models out of a magazine—flawless, tanned, manikin smooth, air-brushed generic. Manetti tromped behind trying to catch up. Once he did, he draped his arm across Chris' shoulder and told him to take it easy on him. Chris smiled to himself. "This is just like Long Beach," he said. "This is just like Long Beach?" Manetti questioned. "See." He stopped and turned to the ocean. "This beach is like facing south. Most everything on the west coast faces west, and on the east coast faces east. But here, the ocean faces south. In California, Long Beach is the only place that faces south, like here, see?" "Well, I did not know that," Manetti responded. Chris had lost the Prior Puss, and he had to admit, with the kid beaming like he was, he could do him right here out in the open. "Ya know,” Manetti said, “I'm from Long Beach, too. Long Beach, New York." "Well, I did not know that," Chris mimicked Manetti with his own words. They exchanged a smile, the first in a long, long time. Genuinely interested, he asked, "Where's your Long Beach?" They had started walking again. "It's about forty miles ‘at-a-way." Manetti pointed straight ahead. Chris wanted to know if they could walk there from here. "Only if you're Jesus," Manetti replied, and they laughed. A couple of waves crashed to shore as they padded through the sand. For a few minutes they were silent, just listening to the sea’s rhythm, a set of waves, a pause, then another set, on and on. Manetti cocked his head to one side, said with wistfully, "It's one of the first things Ben and I found we had in common. Long Beach." Manetti questioned why he volunteered that. Immediately he regretted it. Chris looked over at Manetti. Was he sad? Sad didn’t fit his image of him. He tried to read Manetti, but behind the mirrored sunglasses, staring down the beach, he was impenetrable. "Do you think he's all right?” Chris wondered aloud. “Ben is?” "Like I said, he's changed." It was Manetti's turn to clam up. They trooped through the sand. There weren't many more houses left before the town ended and turned to forest. “So what’s Plan B,” Chris asked. “Hmm.” Manetti took his time. “We’re dropping in on a regular of mine. His name’s Tobias Glass. Real rich. A real pig when you get him going. He was this child actor way before my time, now he has a Village cabaret act. Show tunes and shit. He’s gonna take one look at you and will want to eat you up. Don’t let ‘em unless I get a cut.” Chris laughed nervously. “He’s got connections. If anyone can find us a boat, he can. Then we’re off to the Caribbean or South America—Belize maybe. Your choice.” Chris listened to him. Then stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait. You want to leave the country with the two million? Without Ben? Screw over Master Drax? Are you out of your fuckin’ out mind! Master Drax will skin you alive! Me too, probably Ben just for being related to me. That’s your brilliant Plan B? Neg-a-tive,” he said, shaking his head. He turned around and started walking back to the ferry dock, when Manetti hooked him with two words. “Ben’s here.” Chris halted abruptly. “Where?” He glared at Manetti. “A couple possibilities.” He waited till Chris walked back to him. “I have other clients on the island. One of them had purchased time with Big Ben, as he’s called. That was a week back. If you let me do a little digging, Chief, give me some time, I think I can find him, then the three of us can sail right off the map.” He approached Chris, closing in the final pitch, “do you know what kind of life we’d have, baby?” He reached under Chris’ baggy shirt and pinched his tits. “A life on the run, is my guess. Brody and Polanski said Master Drax actually cut the skin off a guy named Jackson.” “Then Jackson was stupid. We’re not stupid.” Chris was standing his ground in the sand even with Manetti playing with his nipples. “C’mon, will you at least give me twenty-four hours, let me ask around for Ben, and a boat?” Manetti cozied up intimately right in Chris’ face. He drew his hands down around Chris’ bubble butt, stroking it lovingly, pushing Chris’ crotch into his own. He felt Chris stir. Chris pushed his hands away and resumed their trek with a bit of a stiffy swinging in his jogging suit. “Twenty-four hours—but you have to find Ben. And I’m not letting go of my bag.” Manetti saddled up next to Chris, draping his arm over his shoulder, pulling the kid up under his hairy armpit, assured his scent carried its own persuasion. They walked in step but Chris became increasingly conflicted. “So if you find Ben, then what? That’s going to be a whole other can of worms. You, me, Ben.” “Are you shittin’ me?” Manetti erupted skyward in a wail of laughter. “Do you have any idea of the fucked up groups Ben and I have been in—on and off camera? Ask me about us and my step dad at that skanky Jersey motel shoot. Better yet, don’t. Talk about awkward—but even that turned out interesting once Drax got the cameraman naked. Family on family make up half the porn industry.” Manetti pointed to the last staircase on the beach before the town turned to forest. They veered toward it. At the top of the stairs, a large wooden fence extended from the beach back to the main boardwalk. Halfway along the fence they came across an archway with a large weathered door. "This is Glass' compound. He won't be up for hours, but I know where he keeps a spare." He reached up inside one of the sconces and produced a key. He opened the door and they entered a courtyard that could have been in the middle of Japan. The garden was lush in greenery and rich in detail—a Buddha serenely rested on a mound of green moss; an area of white sand raked with wave-like patterns surrounding an upright rock; trickling water flowed out a bamboo branch splashing onto a bowl of black, smooth stones. They crossed a red lacquered bridge that extended over a pond filled with lily pads. The light through the overhanging branches played on the water, and beneath the covering large fish swam, their scales, luminous red and orange, sparked like underwater fire. Coy fish, Manetti told Chris. The pond was fed by a running stream that ran throughout the compound. If silence could make a sound it was this. They came to the compound’s courtyard. Manetti stopped Chris and pointed. A doe and her fawn stood at the forest’s edge, nibbling sprigs of grass they could reach through a broken slat in the wood fence. Chris couldn’t help himself and gasped just loud enough to prick up the doe’s ears, and the two disappeared into the dense forest. A swimming pool, outlined with grey slate, laid in the center of the compound. Four structures surrounded it. The main house, closest to the beach, wasn't very big, but beyond the plate glass and sliding windows, Chris saw it was minimally but opulently furnished. Sleek black couches were in the living room, and a white grand piano stood in a corner with a large dining room standing in the cool shadows. The remaining three independent structures were cabanas. Each with a large picture window. Each with their curtains drawn. The sound of someone lightly snoring came out of the cabana on the far side of the pool. In the cabana to their right, men murmured within. Two wheeled suitcases parked next to the door. Chris pulled excitedly on Manetti’s arm pointing to lightning bolt decals on the suitcases’ sides. Manetti shook him off and went into the last cabana. He came out motioning for Chris to come in. They went in and Chris immediately ran into his reflection in a tall full-length wooden mirror. Seeing himself in his baggy red track suit for the first time he thought no wonder he got strange looks. He dropped his shoes and flopped backward on the feathery bed. Though the room was warm and stuffy, he melted into the cool white comforter. Manetti opened a high window and a skylight to get a cross-breeze going. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, ran a hand through his hair. In the full-length mirror he looked at his own reflection. Maybe he’d wait for the kid to fall asleep and just run off with the money. That would be the simplest plan. What kept him here? The Prior brothers? Talk about not simple. He knew he was a mass of contradictory impulses, had known it for a long time, ever since he moved to New York, probably before if he let himself think about it. He refused to go there. He pushed off his jeans and underwear, and tossed off his cap. Down to just his skin and leather vest, he crawled over to Chris, who turned away from him, not mad but exhausted. Manetti scooched closer till he was spooning the boy. Chris didn't protest, even when Manetti pressed his erection into the butt of his track suit. Earth quickly was falling away as he fell deeper into the soft bed, deeper down the rabbit hole of this new life. He felt the buckle unfasten on his belt, and Manetti pulling down his pants. His butt exposed, he fell asleep dreaming he was on a train, then he became the train, specifically the train coupler, those metal clasps that, like hands, fold into one another to secure train cars together. Somewhere in the world he felt Manetti couple into him, acquire a hold, while he allowed the rod to enter, then gripped it from slipping out of his ass. Who held whom? Manetti lifted off Chris' top and pulled his skin into him. Pelt on hairless boy, hairless boy melting into a bed of fur. Manetti entering him deeper made him moan in his sleep. His ass was still tender, he protested semi-conscious but didn't reject. Manetti went deeper still. Chris gasped louder, struggling to overcome the pain he still felt from the recent abuse. Manetti's ridged pole did not give nor forgive, it pushed in beyond the pain. Chris pushed back, impaling himself, deep, seizing on the pain to raise himself out of his hazy sleep, not ignoring the penetrating object but beginning to ride it, riding Manetti, forcing himself to feel the pain, want the pain, waking with the pain. Manetti obliged. He was good at his craft. He was the best rough trade in town, wearing nothing but his leather vest and a hard on, sticking it to the boy. He would teach Chris to be rough, hardened like him. He pushed the boy's pants off his ankles, pulled out of Chris’ hole, raised the boy’s leg and was back on top of Chris, penetrating him, before Chris even realized how he’d accomplished the feat. He looked into Chris' face, pushed his massive erection further now that he could lay his crotch directly over Chris' open cavern. The added inch made Chris lurch in pain from the spot where Brody had fisted him too deep. Manetti waited right on that torturous spot, neither retreating nor pushing him beyond it. He waited, making only the slightest of movements, an itch to scratch, waiting and watching Chris’ face turn from pain to desire. He brushed away a lock of blond hair that had caught in an eyelash. He kissed his mouth. Chris opened for him. Once Manetti saw lust in Chris’ open eyes he turned his attention to his bucking hole. He stayed in a holding pattern, enjoying the pleasuring of expanding Chris' hole with his growing shaft, feeling it surrender to him completely. The cabanas always had supplies of lube and poppers, among other pleasures, tucked away in the nightstands. Manetti reached in the drawer and withdrew some mentholated cream on his fingers. As he gently fucked Chris’ hole, sensually stimulated his opening with his massive bush, he added a finger, then two, to pull the boy’s hole wider. Chris objected, saying it hurt, but with the mentholated cream soothing his tender canal. Manetti convinced the boy with few words that this is what he wanted. With four fingers lathered he pulled his dripping cock out and replaced it with his large palm. He took all the time necessary for Chris to accept his hand, pulling out a bit when he reach his second knuckles. He could sense Chris wanting him to push in again. He did, sliding four fingers up to the third knuckle, then held there, looking for Chris’ eyes to say yes. He knew the boy was deciding and he’d abide by his decision. He felt the clenched muscles in Chris’ ass relax and he went in an inch more, up to the web of his thumb. He chanced a half rotation, another test to see where Chris’ mind and body were. After a second, he felt he boy bear down on his hand, a signal of his willingness to surrender his hole. Manetti removed his hand as Chris moaned his disappointment. “Take one of the poppers, boy. That tall one.” Chris obeyed. It was one of Manetti’s favorite English poppers, much stronger than its American counterpart. He greased his whole hand with the mentholated cream to overcome the fear Manetti believed the convicts instilled. He pushed a wad of grease into the boy’s crack and smeared it around with three fingers, then pushed those three fingers back into his chute. They slid in easily. Manetti added a fourth and told Chris to take a hit. He waited till Chris recapped the bottle, then slid his thumb in, told Chris to look at him. Chris was trying to focus his gaze on Manetti, and Manetti saw the moment the poppers kicked in. Chris hole grew relaxed and wide as lust for Manetti pushed his hand over Manetti’s palm. In one constant movement the boy mounted Manetti’s whole hand and slid his entrails over the ridges down to the man’s hairy wrists. He felt each strand of hair slide through his loosened sphincter. Manetti slowly twisted his wrist tickling the cunt he was giving the boy. Knuckles ground against sensitive walls, the wrist’s black fur slithered over the exposed sphincter nerve endings, silent fingertips touched blind boundaries that yielded, surrendering Chris’ resistance to Manetti’s will. Manetti fisted Chris’ mind even more than his body. Chris’ synapses were firing and he was helpless to resist Manetti’s mastery. The sensations painful and inviting. The cold-hot feeling in his loins made his body undulated onto Manetti’s hand, like a snake swallowing a mouse. Manetti’s hand went further into his hole, further than it had ever been. “Take three more hits, boy,” instructed Manetti. Chris again obeyed. Manetti applied more salve over his wrist and this time over his forearm while Chris huffed and replaced the cap. His eyes were glued on Manetti. Manetti watched as a lewdness sweep across the boy, not just his face but over his whole body, his mouth open just as his hole was opening. Of his own volition he crawled down further onto Manetti’s wrist and the boy began the journey of the man’s hirsute forearm. Manetti flexed his wrist twisting in exploration of where his hand was in the boy’s body, and where it should go next. He straightened his hand and slowly pulled the boy’s colon away from its mooring so that the passage extended along the length of his forearm. It was a long process, he knew, that would change the boy forever. Chris traveled halfway down Manetti’s forearm before he realized how deep Manetti was inside him. A world of pleasure exploded in his core, physically and mentally, when he looked in the full-length mirror and saw how much of Manetti’s forearm he’d taken. And still he slid ever deeper on the proffered arm. He inched serpentine-like, feeling the ancient original sin drawing him on, driving him deeper into it, not able to get enough of the pleasure Manetti was offering. He saw Manetti had no boundaries either and wouldn’t stop until Chris satisfied the powerful lust he had for him. Yes, it meant physically Chris wanted the fucker’s whole arm up him, but the revelation, rational or not, was that he wanted to make his body an offering to the man. “I want,” Chris moaned as he agonized over ever scintilla he could take of Manetti, “all of you.” But he was fighting a two stage battle: for every millimeter he took in of Manetti’s hand, he also had to accommodate the ever-widening girth of forearm. Manetti thick, muscular arm was as much of a challenge as taking his hand ever-deeper. This is when Manetti took over. “Take another hit, baby. Relax. Lay down. Daddy’s gonna drive.” While Chris prepared himself with a deep inhalation, Manetti’s other hand played with Chris’ cock. His greasy hand toyed with the boy’s balls and ran numbing fingers over the boy’s nub. The cooling sensation wasn’t lost on the boy. His groin joined the sensation of coolness his whole ass was feeling inside as well. Far from numb, his body was on fire and able to take more intense sensation, a deeper fisting, than when the convict were pummeling him. Now between the poppers and the looseness of his body, as well as the loosening of his morals and inhibitions, he began writhing in pure sensuality when he felt Manetti curling his fingers inside him balling into a fist. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Fist my hole, daddy,” Chris hoarsely cried. Manetti’s balled fists slowly pulled out to the edge of Chris’ sphincter, giving it such a beautiful stretch, he could see his black wrist hair through the translucent taut pink skin of Chris’ ass lips. Chris’ gulped in air as Manetti encouraged him to take it, take it. He could see Chris’ couldn’t sustain such rapid breathing nor such an intense stretch. Manetti pushed back inside to the depth where he started. It was nautical miles of sensations traveled in two second through Chris’ hole. All the nerves stroked went straight to his brain—hole to brain skipping the rest of his body. The boy’s synapses could hardly keep up. Desire and sensation manifest in deranged calls to fuck my hole, daddy, open my pussy, give me a sloppy cunt, with Manetti responding, encouraging, validating everything Chris was saying. “You like daddy giving you a cunt.” “Yes, daddy, open my hole.” “You want daddy to fuck you like this.” Agreement. More aggression. The fist came out and immediately pushed back to try to get in. It took a moment, but both of them wanted it, so it slid right in. Making the initial break and re-entry, triggered something in both of them. They wanted more just like that. Obscene wet farts emitted from Chris’ ass. Each fart increase the capacity to take Manetti’s fist deeper into him. They were in a cycle of passion—Chris wanting to give, Manetti wanting to take. Chris could see, and Manetti approved, that after several punches, Chris’ hole blossomed into a small rosebud. Manetti encouraged it, tended to this new flower, inserted a single finger to wiggle around in it, excite the bloom to display more itself. “Look in the mirror,” Manetti said, pulling Chris’ ass lips apart, showing the boy what his opened hole looked like. “Push,” he ordered and Chris bore down, and a small mushroom sprouted from his hole. At the center, the beginning of his red inner flesh peeked through. Manetti resumed methodically fisting his hole. For the next hour he put Chris through practiced paces, training him to think about nothing but being a hole. After crouching then kneeling off the bed, Manetti grew restless. Slowly he adjusted his position and slid up next to Chris parallel to his body, his head next to Chris’ open hole. The position also afforded Chris the ability to pleasure Manetti’s stiffened member sticking up right in front of him. With intense gratitude triggered by Manetti manipulating his hole, Chris sucked Manetti with an urgency of the famished. His throat opened and the whole shaft went down till his face was smothered in thick, black bush. And now Manetti, lying next to the boy, with less force but deeper penetration, could maneuver his hand easily, pushing Chris to his limits. Chris handed him the opened popper bottle to share. After his first hit, the man felt the intensity of his lust boil over, let the chemicals overtake him and felt deeper inside the kid’s colon. He traced the boy’s resisting internal muscles, teased them relentlessly with his middle finger until they submitted and he won another quarter each of Chris’ body. Methodically, while Chris nursed his cock, he gained more territory that almost took Chris to the crook of his arm. Chris ran his hand over Manetti’s arm to feel how far his forearm with inside. He felt how close he was to the man’s elbow. Carnal thoughts about Manetti raged inside. He lifted his leg like a submissive dog so Manetti had easier access, to take as much of him as he wanted. At the same time he lifted Manetti’ leg and went in search of the man’s nougaty center. It didn’t take him long to find Manetti’s spongy hole. Licking it only made it expand. The sixty-nining of pleasure drove them both to experiment. With Chris’ leg in the air Manetti felt free to pull apart the kid’s pussy, grab hold of his leg and pull out and push back in. It made Chris crazy. Chris reciprocated by finding the nightstand lube and applying it to Manetti sprouting rectum. With a slippery hand he pressed into Manetti who readily gave way. His hand easily slipped into the man, and for the first time he felt what a real sloppy hole felt like. His hand balled into a fist as soon as he entered. He was spelunking deep inside a cavern that seemed endless. There was no resistance as he passed his wrist deep into what felt like a second opening. Manetti bore down on the kid’s fist and the kid’s forearm easily slid deep into Manetti’s hairy hole. As much as he thrilled at what Manetti was doing inside him, it was compounded by how he got off watching the hairs around Manetti’s hole slide in and out with each pump he produced. They glided into each other with gratifying moans each time they crossed a new boundary. With bodies pressed against one another, their free hands ran across skin, stroking cocks, squeezing balls, running a big hand over smooth skin, running a small hand over muscled fur. They couldn’t get enough of each other. When Chris passed his elbow through Manetti’s hole, the man cried out and told Chris to pull back. Chris stopped, followed through with how Manetti had been treating him, slowly rolled his fingers across the sealed chamber that then opened like a camera lens and he passed his small hand through. Manetti eased out of Chris and fell on his back. He put one leg over Chris’ torso so the boy was at an advantaged angle to penetrate him further. Chris rolled the poppers to him. Manetti wiped the grease off the bottle cap, unscrewed it and inhaled deeply. Chris knew by now how easy it was to finger a resisting wall, feel for the blood pumping through the thin, retreating membranes, and allow Manetti to internally guide him where his hand should travel. Working together, Chris found the small opening each hit of poppers revealed. He followed the opening that unveiled new chambers his hand could conquer. When he was up to his bicep, Manetti was twitching in ecstasy to the point where he couldn’t take it. He signal for Chris to withdraw. Chris didn’t move but left his hand exactly where it was. Manetti pleaded for him to back off, but Chris laid there tranquilly. Manetti found he was starting to rut on Chris’ small arm, fighting within himself whether he want more or wanted release. In a fog, the man lifted his head to find Chris smiling ear to ear. “You little fucker,” he said to Chris, and started the long journey of extracting the kid’s arm from his body. Chris helped him to withdraw but not completely. After a number of inches of relief, Chris would go back into Manetti’s colon, which Manetti was not completely opposed to. But it soon it became a matter of will as opposed to sensation, and Manetti refused the kid’s domination. Manetti crab walked back the last of Chris’ forearm ordering him to let him go. Like a lizard losing its tail, Manetti shot off the last foot of Chris’ arm. His cock dripped with pre-cum, and where he’d dragged his ass over the sheets, there was a trail of brown mucus. “You little fuck. Get over here. Lick that up,” he said grabbing Chris’ neck, pushing him into the slime. “Lick it up, I said.” Chris did. Much too eagerly. Manetti struggled to regain dominance after surrendering his hole so completely. He flipped the kid on his back. Chris’ chest and crotch were coated in the brown sludge. From the skylight the sun shown on the kid’s stained face. He glistened in contented degraded radiance. Manetti slapped the smile off his face, pulled up his legs and stuck his cock all the way to the root in one surge. Chris grunted, but was so opened, he welcomed him inside. Manetti soon found a rhythm that included slapping the kid's ass. He soon found his breath accelerating. Chris was beneath him taking in all the pleasure of his pounded flesh. He reached up and twisted Manetti tits, which made Manetti hammer him faster and harder. The boy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, bucked up his ass with equal fervor. As the pulse of their fucking increased, their fierce pace drawing to an inevitability, Chris took one of Manetti’s hands curled on the side of his head and placed it on his neck. He took Manetti's other hand and placed that too on his neck. Manetti recognized what the boy was asking for. Like the rough trade he’d been trained to be, he obliged. He started squeezing his neck as Chris stroked his dick with increasing desperation. Manetti was good rough trade, fuck no, he was great rough trade! He was all powerful, in control, scum fuck bad ass rough trade. He was back in the saddle, enjoying how he was abusing his bottom boy. He watched Chris' face turn bright red, watched his eyes bulge, watched him struggle silently beneath his crushing hands. Chris’ hands clasped around Manetti’s wrist, feeling the strength, their girth, the hair. When Manetti erupted inside Chris, Chris exploded over him even harder. Beneath his easing hands, the unconscious kid flopped a few time like a landed fish. The little fuck even had a smile on his face while he rasped in a daze. Manetti’s pubes rested between Chris’ hairless cheeks. As he laid on top of him, his dick draining the remains of his wad, he felt small internal clutching like he was being milked by the boy. That, too, quieted after a few moments. As his breathing returned to normal, he examined this blond hair kid’s young face beneath him. He pushed back some of his matted hair caked with shit juice. What exactly did he think he could teach this street urchin, this abused stray puppy about being hardened, about being rough? Jesus fuck, whatever the men in his family had done to him was already hard-wired in his brain. It was buried so shallow under the surface, only a scratch revealed it. Passed out, Chris’ legs slid down Manetti’s thighs and Manetti rolled off him, still hard, his chest covered in the kid’s spooge. On his back, mindlessly he traced a finger through a string of the kid’s white sperm. He tasted its warm saltiness. He followed passing clouds in the skylight, heard Chris breathing beside him. He could see both Prior brothers were fucked up, out of control, but in opposite ways. Well, he was a fuck up too, wasn’t he? Sure, he’d promised he would find Ben. He knew he could. But would bringing them together defuse Ben or detonate Chris? Or maybe it’d be the other way around. Either way he’d be in the cross-hairs, suffer the collateral damage. It was stupid to care about either of these stupid brothers. It was stupid for a hustler to even care at all. He got up to take a shower, and spied the gym bag on the nightstand. The smartest thing to do would be to swipe the kid’s bag while he was still out and roar off in his Camaro. He looked at the mess sprawled on the bed, this sprawled out filthy mess of a kid. Looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a hand through his mane. Yeah, he’d swipe the money. That was the smart move. Uncomplicate things. Make a clean break. Yeah, he convinced himself, right after a shower.

PART TWO My face flushed as I looked at Matt, his husband’s still hard cock stuffed up my spunk filled hole, but Matt just smiled. He had a short cropped red and brown beard, muddy brown hair and bright green eyes set into a strong manly face. Quickly he shucked his shirt exposing a broad chest covered in ginger fur with large pink nipples. His pants were the next to go and then he stood there in just a bulging jock strap smiling at me. “Well boy get my husband’s cock out of your cunt and come suck my cock.” With a tiny bit of reluctance I stood up, Eric’s cock sliding from my juicy hole, and walked over to Matt. He smiled and pushed me to my knees, I felt cum drip from my hole. “Go on,” he said thrusting the engorged pouch of his jock at my face. I pulled the fabric to the side, and released his massive cock. It looked, if that was possible to be even thicker then Eric’s his balls certainly were larger and all around the base grew thick dense coarse ginger pubes. I didn’t waist any more time, there was no more confusuion or conflict, I had been presented with a man’s cock and it was my job to service it. Opening my mouth wide I began to slowly work Matt’s still swelling cock down my throat, swallowing hard when it hit my tonsils. “Holy shit Eric,” Matt said, forcing my head down till my nose was in his pubes, “Where did you find this boy?” “He got distracted while he was jogging by and literally fell into the yard. I knew he would make a hot little furry cumdump as soon as I saw him. Told me he was straight and then he swallowed my cock to the root.” They both laughed. “Don’t think you’re straight any more do you boy? Not with Eric’s load dripping out of your cunt.” I shook my head. “Good. Did you like taking his load?” I nodded, still sucking hard on his cock. “Do you want my load up your cunt?” I nodded again. “Your cunt is hungry isn’t it boy, you want all the loads you can get don’t you?” More nodding. “Good, because by the time tonight is over your hole will be one dripping cum filled mess.” My cock twitched and my hole winked at the thought. “You sure this boy was a virgin when you sunk your cock into him,” Matt asked Eric, “Cause damn he can suck cock!” “With how tight his little cunt was, there’s no way I didn’t pop his cherry.” “Then he’s just one talented cocksucker. Shit, you keep sucking my cock like that boy I’m gonna blow my load down your throat not up your cunt.” I tried to pull off of his cock, but Matt’s hands held me in place; I wanted that cock and load in my ass more then anything. “Don’t think he likes that idea,” Eric said. “No, neither do I,” replied Matt and he released me to spit out his cock. “You ready to get bred again boy?” “Yes please,” I gasped still trying to catch my breath from deep throating Matt’s cock. “Then turn around and show me that pussy.” I spun on the spot, bent over, stuck my ass in the air, and reached back to spread my cheeks for him. He gave an appreciative groan and got down behind me laying his fat cock on my ass crack. “Nice tight little ass with a worked-out loose cum filled furry hole, prefect,” He lined up his cock and sank it into my stretched out pucker in one move. I moaned, bucking back on his cock like a bitch in heat. Matt wasted no time with slow fucking and skipped right to the rough pounding. He grabbed my hips and started to slam his cock in and out of my hole. Using Eric’s cum he pounded my hole without mercy reducing me to a limp whimpering mess. How could I ever have thought that I was something else? Nothing I had ever done with a girl had felt this good, this right. I was kicking myself for resisting what I had always wanted for so long, to be a bottom boy cumdump for big manly tops. Matt pulled out of hole and smacked my as saying, “get on your back, I wanna see your face as I breed you.” I flipped over and grabbed my ankles pulling my toned muscular legs out at right angles exposing my hole once more. Matt got between my legs and slammed his cock back inside of me. He bottomed out so hard that I saw stars for a second, but Matt didn’t miss a beat he just kept on pounding. “I told you he had a sweet cunt,” Eric said and for the first time sense Matt’s cock had entered my hole I noticed him standing behind Matt fisting his hard cock like mad. “I’m gonna load you up boy, you ready for my cum?” “Please shoot your load deep inside of me,” I begged. “Take my fucking load you little faggot,” Matt yelled and he bottomed out once more and his cock launched shot after shot after shot of thick hot cum into my wrecked guts. His cock had no sooner stopped twitching then Matt pulled out, but much to my joy his cock was quickly replaced with Eric’s once more who after only two quick strokes shot another big load deep in my new cunt. Eric caught his breath for a moment and then he too pulled out. “Nice find babe,” Matt said to Eric kissing him. I ran my hands down my hairy sweat soaked chest, past my still hard but somehow so irrelevant cock, to my hole. I felt the soft mushy walls of my once tight sphincter and felt the slick cum that was slowly leaking from it. Easily I slid first two fingers then three and four inside myself and started to twist them in and out like Eric had done earlier. “Fuck look at him,” Matt said, “You still want more don’t you kid?” Guiltily I looked up, but said with hunger in my voice, “God yes.” “I’ve got an idea, keep fingering that hole,” Eric said, and he grabbed his phone and shot several shots from different angles including a close up of all four of my fingers which were now covered in cum stuffed in my hole. “We’ll start with a few thick dicked friends our ours and if that’s not enough then we’ll widen the search.” “Alright well we’re not gonna leave him here in the kitchen so I’ll take him down stairs and get him settled in while you find this new slut some more loads.”