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Hey everyone heres another short story based on a fantasy of mine. Sorry for any grammar issues as it's not my strong suit lol. Hopefully you like it! CRUISING SPOT MISTAKE So me and the hubby were looking to experiment with some kinks, and have some public play ideally with a small crowd. So we decided we would look up some popular cruise spots on sniffies. We figured I would go get in position and send him a text letting him know im ready. Then id announce on sniffies that im there looking for a top. Well some weeks later were both feeling very horny as sexually frustrated so we figure today's the day. It was later in the afternoon and the sun was starting to go down. So I headed to the busiest cruising spot around. A park bathroom in a bad part of town. When I got there I could tell just how popular it really was even if it did look very sketchy. Once you walked in you were hit with a mix of smells. Cum, sex, and piss filled the air. Not my ideal scene but it fit the fantasy perfectly. You can see a few used condoms scattered around so I was sure it was active enough to get at least one spectator. So I went to the furthest stall which was a very spacious handicap stall. When I walked in I saw thats where all the main action happened. There were used condoms everywhere, even a pile next to the toilet. I thought, Damn this place is sketchy. All the better for the fantasy it was really putting me in the mood. I went ahead and put the bottle of lube next to the toilet, and started to strip down until I was in nothing but my jock and tank top. I put the rest of my clothes in my back pack and grabbed out a bandana for a blindfold and cuffs for some extra fun. I love the feeling of not having control haha. It was time for the hubby to get off work so I sent him the address. I went on sniffies and announced that I was there, even wrote a quick message saying I was in the furthest stall waiting for a top. Then I tied my blind fold, grabbed my cuffs and threw the keys next to the lube, and tucked my phone away. Then I cuffed my hands around the toilets so I was stuck in a position where my ass was exposed and waited. I felt a little silly thinking I probably should of waited for him to say hes on his way so I wasn't stuck in the position for so long, I couldn't undo the cuffs by myself, I needed the keys. It felt like forever had passed Then I heard the door, followed by footsteps, my heart was racing were really doing this! The stall door opened and I arched my back giving perfect view of my hole. Then I felt a finger rub my hole, followed by some spit that hit it's mark square on. "Oh hes really getting into this, thats new for him." I thought. Then I heard him reach over for the lube (or so I thought). Then I felt the cold feeling of lube running over my hole. I let out a soft fuck and a moan. Then I felt a massive finger pushing the lube in. "You like that slut?" My heart sank, I didn't recognize this voice at all. Did someone beat my hubby here!? "Wait who are you? I was actually waiting for someone. Sorry man." "Shhhh I'll keep you company until he gets here, besides Im just getting you nice a lubed up, nothing like some special lube to get the mood going" Special lube? I only brought a basic bottle. I had no idea that he was fingering in cum from the used condoms sitting around. Then I felt more "lube" being poured on my hole, followed by his finger again. "Fuck this hole is nice man idk if I'll be able to wait, and it doesn'ta⁹ look like your in any position to go anywhere" "Hey I appreciate you lubing me up but im actually waiting for my husband, we have this kink of being watched by other guys ya know" I was trying my hardest to fight back my moans. I thought my pleading worked because I heard him step away but he came right back over then I felt something under my nose "Sniff boy" Idk why maybe it was the tone and authority in his voice but I did what he said and inhaled. It was poppers and my head was started to race and feel fuzzy "Again" He repeated this a good 5 -10 times i was so out of it. Then I felt more lube being poured on my hole, followed by that massive finger again, except this time it didn't feel so rough and felt alot warmer and was as thick as a soda can. He was stretching me out. "Fuck your fingers are huge man. I think we're good to wait now." He didnt say a word just put the bottle under my nose again, j kew the drill so I inhaled deep and as I did he shoved himself in balls deep hard, I felt his balls slap mine and his pubes pressed firmly against me "Who said anything about fingers?" I screamed out, asking him to take it out even with the poppers it was alot to take, but it just turned him on more. And he really started to rape my hole hard! "Im gonna open this hole up nice and good for him, make him take my sloppy seconds, this ass is just too good boy" He was raping my ass hard I couldn't even manage a clear sentence, I was just crying and screaming out. I thought it worked for a second because he pulled out, but my hopes were quickly dashed. "Tell you what boy, tell me that you want that hole slutted out. I love a good slut hole so if you do that I finish up quick and I can go." My head was flying from the poppers and the pain that I didnt even hear the beep from his camera. I really didnt want to do this with a stranger especially one that I wasn't sure was even wearing a condom. So I thought about it some and gave in. But I had to make sure he at least used protection I didnt want to take any anon loads. (I had no idea he already put several in me already) "Please sir slut out my hole, but please use condoms sir. I always play safe" "Of course boy. I've already gone thru a few" Thank God I thought, he was using protection. I had no idea he meant he was using the cum from the discarded condoms. Then I felt him tie some kind of cloth around my moth as a gag, and a second tied over my nose doused in poppers so I was forced to constantly inhale them. Next I felt more lube being added and I heard the snap of a condom. Id find out later that he poured the cum on my hole again which was now slightly gaping so majority just fell straight into me. He also broke the condom rolled it the base and used it as a cock ring. He plowed right back into me hard slamming as deep as he could, it was getting alot easier to take him. I was fighting back moans. "Fuck yeah baby, im gonna really charge up this hole good, fucking slut" His speed was increasing and his thrusts deeper. "Fuck yeah baby here it comes, gonna make you mine" He slammed deep and I could feel his cock pulse shooting wave after wave of cum into my hole. I thought he filled the condom but in reality he breed me deep. He slowly pulled out and I could feel what I thought was lube running down my balls and down my legs. "Damn that hole was amazing, your not tight anymore boy." I was still trying to recover and didnt hear the shutter noises from him taking pictures. At the same time I heard the bathroom door open again. Did the hubby finally make it? "Damn his hole is wrecked, he still taking dick?" It wasn't him, it was another stranger wanting to fuck me. What's going on here. "Yeah told me he wanted to get his hole slutted out, but he wants condoms so here" He handed the second guy a used rubber and gave a wink. "OH hes a slut!" I heard the sound of the condom being rolled over followed by a snap. He put the used condom on and snapped the tip, rolled it down his base like the guy before. Lubing his dick with anon cum and diving straight into my hole. "Fuckkkk hes so lose, and slick this feels amazing! Your doing so good baby " He was slamming into me so fast and hard it didnt take him long before he came. "Take this nutt baby . . . Fuckkkk" He gave a few more thrusts and pulled out once again giving me a feeling of lube running down my leg. "That ass is nice, you ever come here again you let me know" He pulled up his pants thru the tattered condom on my back and left. "Well I can't keep you company either but I love the gag and poppers for you as a gift" He took the pooper rag he had on my face and refreshed it. I was once again soaring. I heard him rummaging by the door, I had no idea he was setting up his go pro. "You did such a good job taking him, you made me horny again, figure I'll give you one more fuck before I head out. Gives me time to get this post going for you." With that he shoved in balls deep again, I already forgot how thick he was and let out a yelp. But it was surprisingly alot easier to take him this time, it felt like he was gliding in and out of my hole. I was moaning before I even realized. "Fuckkkk here you go baby! Im gonna Nutt!" I felt him pulsing again I felt so full I couldn't explain it. "Fuck boy your nice and lubed now haha. Ill see you around. Don't worry I'll made a post for you so you can still get that ass slutted. Ill see you around." I heard him grab the keys from by the lube. "You wont be needing these for some time" He took the keys leaving me bound there. I started to fight the restraints some, what does he mean he made a post, where's my husband I need to get out of here. But won't have time to think about any of that. I heard the door open again and talking, guys talking with each other about how much of a slut I am. How they bet im just a stupid cumslut faggot and continued taking turns raping my hole leaving a tattered condom on my back each time as a signal to the next. I lost track of how many times I got fucked some of them went more than once. I heard some of them talking about how im gonna be pregnant by the time I leave which confused me since they were using condoms. Eventually I heard a guy asking if there's still any condoms, and another saying just a couple by the door to the bathroom. After those were spent and they couldn't find anymore they just started fucking me raw, cheering each other on to breed me. I couldn't believe this was happening, all I could do was moan, the poppers and lube they used just made it all feel too good. I couldn't even focus on their new chants of "pozz the faggot" "charge him up" "stupid pozzed up slut". It started to die down there were just a few guys left, "damn such a slut" "stupid cum slut" "breed that bitch". I was so tired by that point I just wanted to go home. Eventually one of the last guys entered me and maybe it was wishful thinking but it felt familiar even the grunts sounded familiar. I was hoping it was my husband that he was there, he always has a spare to the cuffs just in case. But eventually he came too and left me there alone. A few minutes later when the bathroom was cleared out I heard him walk in. He emidiatly sounded concerned asking if I was okay, apologizing that he got held up at work for a few hours. That hes so sorry it happened. He uncuffed me removed the blind fold, gag, and poppers rag. I was able to see again for the first time in hours. I could feel cum just pouring out of me. I looked down to see the lube untouched but I couldn't see any of the used condoms. I didnt have the energy to think about it either. I grabbed my things and got dressed, there was a instant wet spot of cum in my shorts. I was so embarrassed. I went to my car told the hubby I would meet him at home. When I opened my phone I could see sniffies was still open. On the cruising spot it looked like a new profile with 3 pictures of me tied to the toilet, 1st was of my hole gaping leaking cum, 2nd with a dick wearing a condom around the base, third was a used condom being poured in my hole. Saying "feeling slutty, cum breed my hole, all loads welcome, just help me with my kink and grab a used condom to use on me before breeding me. Im trying to get every load I can send a picture to me when the deed is done" I was in shock. I went home in disbelief, did this really happen to me? Then I got a message on sniffies from a anon profile. "Hey hope you had fun, here's something to remember the night with" followed by pictures of me being breed by all kinds of different men. Then came a link it took me to a video. It started with me asking the guy to slut out my hole and him agreeing then a angled view of me taking load after load you could see the cum pouring from me. What shocked me most was the third to last guy to breed me was my husband. He found me and you could see the shock on his face but then he breed me and waited watching the rest before acting surprised. I didnt know what to think . . . But at the same time im rock hard watching. The end? also first time trying to provide a visual aid, i know they dont 100% match the story but

Part 15 - Something his partner doesn't do Something else I've noticed over the years, as well as the tops and bottoms issue, is that a lot of guys start cheating if their boyfriend or partner isn't into something they really like doing. One summer night in 1996 I was drinking in a gay bar in west London that I used to go to sometimes on a Saturday night when it was usually quite busy. I had met quite a few guys in there and, this particular evening, I met a guy called Robin that I had knew slightly. Robin was a really good looking ginger guy with floppy hair. He was a little bit chubby (a look I really go for!) and had a fantastic arse that really filled out his trousers. About six months previously I had met Robin and his partner in the same bar and we had gone back to their flat for a threesome. I had enjoyed the threesome - Robin's partner was a good looking guy too - but I had been a bit surprised that they not only used condoms with me, but used them with each other too. After much kissing, sucking and rimming, we had both fucked Robin up the arse - and although I had expected to have to wear a condom, I had not expected Robin's partner to roll on on his cock before he fucked Robin. It was quite late in the evening when I noticed Robin in the bar and I could tell he had already had quite a lot to drink. He smiled at me when he saw me and I bought us both a drink. We started talking and Robin explained that his partner was working and would be picking him up later. We talked for a while and the subject came round to the threesome we had and Robin told me how much he had enjoyed it. I said I had enjoyed it too and I asked him if he and his partner always used condoms with each other. Robin nodded without much enthusiasm and said that his partner wouldn't have sex with anyone without a condom, even him. I asked Robin if he was happy with that and he admitted that he would prefer to go without condoms. He told me he liked to feel a guy going up him without a condom and liked to feel cum in his arse. I could tell Robin was getting a bit drunk and I asked him if he had ever thought of fucking with someone who wasn't his partner. He looked around him and then grinned as he leaned forward and told me he had done it with a couple of different guys recently. "Without a condom?" I asked. Robin nodded and grinned again. Then he asked me if I wanted to fuck him without a condom. I told him I would love to - but I didn't think anything was going to happen as his partner was going to pick him up in less than hour so there wouldn't be time to go back to his place or mine. Robin grinned again and, sinking the rest of his pint, told me to wait a minute and then join him in the car park. The bar had quite a large car park at the back of it and I waited a few minutes and went round to the car park. I didn't see Robin at first, and then I saw him near some bushes at the back of the car park. He grinned at me as I joined him and pulled me towards him, kissing me hard. I could taste the alcohol on his breath as we kissed, and then his hand was rubbing my cock through my jeans. A short time later, my jeans and pants were down at my knees and Robin was down sucking my cock. We were in the bushes now and I realised that we were actually quite well hidden. I enjoyed every minute of Robin sucking my cock and after a while he stood up and kissed me again. Then he turned round, pulled his pants down, rubbed some lube into his arse and bent over. I was really excited to fuck Robin without a condom and I wasted no time in pushing the head of my cock against his hole. I pushed up him and he gave a little grunt as I pushed the whole of my cock into his arse and began to fuck him. Robin moaned contentedly as I fucked him up the arse, right there in the bushes. We fucked for a while and then I sensed that someone was watching us. I looked around and saw a young Sikh lad I had noticed in the bar earlier on. He had been standing on his own, drinking an orange juice and I had thought then he was a really good looking guy. Now he was watching us fuck and rubbing the front of his trousers. I grinned at him as I kept fucking Robin and he smiled back. I was fucking Robin quite hard now and I pulled my cock out his arse and wanked it a few times before pushing it back up him. I wanted the other lad to see I was fucking Robin without a condom and I could see he had noticed it. The next time I looked over at him, the lad had pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and was wanking himself as he watched us fuck. I was getting close now and I began to fuck Robin harder. He moaned and then I took hold of his hips and began to really fuck him hard. A few minutes later I was squirting what felt like a massive load right up Robin's unprotected arse. Robin groaned and shot his load too and, at the same time, I could see the Sikh lad shooting his load out in front of him. Robin and I were both out of breath as I pulled out his arse and he stood up. He kissed me again and told me how much he had enjoyed the fuck. The other guy had disappeared now and, as far as I know, Robin had not even noticed him. Robin and I had another drink and then I retreated to a discreet distance and a short time later, his partner arrived to pick him up. His partner went out the door first, closely followed by Robin, who turned round and winked at me as he followed his partner. I never saw Robin again and a few months later I heard from someone in the bar that he and his partner had split and Robin was now living in East London. I did encounter the Sikh lad a few months later when he was back in the bar one Saturday night. I had seen him looking over at me a few times and after a while I joined him and introduced myself. He told me his name - Harj - and said he had just turned 21. He seemed quite shy and I knew if anything was going to happen I would have to take the lead and after we had been chatting for a while I asked if he had enjoyed watching me fuck Robin. He said it had really turned him on and asked if I like to fuck without a condom and I said yes I did. I asked him if he liked doing it without a condom and he said he never had, but would like to try it. He told me that he would have to be home soon, so if I wanted to fuck him, it would have to be in the bushes again. He didn't seem so shy now! A short time later, Harj was bent over in the bushes, his pants and trousers at his ankles and his arsehole lubed. as I pushed my bare cock into his (very hairy) arse. He was incredibly tight, but he had clearly been fucked before as he took my cock quite easily. Once again, I enjoyed every minute of the fuck and after a while I could feel myself getting close. I was really turned on by the fact that he had told me he had never taken a load up his arse before and, as I hadn't cum for several days, I knew that his first load was going to be a really big one! A few minutes later I was shooting what felt like a massive load of cum right up him. When I pulled my cock out of him, he kissed me and I wanked him off. It didn't take him long to cum and he too shot a really big load - he had clearly enjoyed his first bareback fuck! In the mid 2000s I was up in Glasgow for a friend's birthday party and I was staying with a couple of friends, David and Craig. I knew Craig from university and he had been with his partner, David, for a number of years. A large group of us had been out for drinks the night before and the talk had turned to sex. David had quite a bit to drink and was talking quite loudly on the subject of sex. At one point he said he didn't like rimming - he thought it was disgusting - and I saw a definite flash of irritation in Craig's eyes. I couldn't help wondering if the irritation was because David was being a bit indiscreet about their sex life (which he was) or because he wanted to get his arse licked and David wouldn't do it! The next morning, David was working and after he had left I got up and showered, and then Craig made us some breakfast. He referred briefly to the night before and admitted that he had been annoyed by David's indiscretion. I agreed David had been a bit indiscreet and added "Especially when he told everyone he doesn't like licking arse!" Craig shook his head, half annoyed and half amused, and I said "So, is is true?" Craig said "Is what true? "That he doesn't lick your arse!" I said with a grin "Yeah, he just doesn't like it." said Craig. I said that's a pity and told Craig I thought he had a great arse and deserved to have it licked regularly. A little to my surprise, Craig looked at me and said "Is that an offer?" At first I thought he was joking, but I wasn't entirely sure, so I said "It could be" Keeping his tone light, Craig said "So, what would I have to do to find out?" I knew he was serious now so I said "You'd have to pull your pants down and bend over!" I still wasn't sure he was going to do it, but he stood up, pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the table in front of me. I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right into his hairy arsehole. He groaned as I began to lick his hole, pushing my tongue right up him and licking him out, "Oh God," he groaned "That's so good!" I kept licking him - he was wanking himself now as he moaned "Keep doing that....oh fuck, keep doing that!" I kept licking him and then he moaned something I didn't quite hear. I asked him what he had said and he groaned and said "Do you want to fuck me?" "Are you sure?" I said and he nodded and told me to wait there. He pulled his pants up and left the room and a minute or two later he returned and bent over the table again, handing me a small tube of lube. "I don't have a condom," he said, "Are you alright doing it without one?" I said yes and a minute or two later I was pushing my cock up Craig's arse. I still couldn't quite believe that this was happening but I pushed up his arse and gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. Craig groaned, "Fuck me, fuck me!" and began to push back against my cock as I fucked him and then I began to fuck him harder. He groaned again, "Oh fuck, do it harder, do it harder!" I gave him what he wanted and after a while I felt myself getting close. "Can I cum in you?" I panted "Yes," he moaned "Do it, cum in me!" I didn't hold back as I pushed my cock hard up his arse and shot my load right up him." We met some friends in the afternoon and then a large group of us, including Craig's partner David, were going out for a meal to celebrate a friend's birthday. The next morning, Craig drove me to the station. He had been quite quiet and I hoped he wasn't regretting what we had done. Just before he dropped me off he told me he had really enjoyed the fuck, but didn't think we should do it again as he didn't want to cheat on David. I said that was fine and, as far as I was concerned, our friendship could continue exactly as before. Our friendship did continue as before and neither of us referred to what had happened on that morning. It was about two years later when Craig was down in London without his partner and a group of us were going to a pride celebration lunch. I met Craig in his hotel room and we had breakfast together. We talked about all sorts of things - I had always got on really well with Craig - and when we finished our breakfast he leaned forward and asked me if I wanted to lick his arse again! Of course I said yes and a short time later we were in his hotel room and he was kneeling up on the bed. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse once again. He moaned as I began to lick him out again and a short time later he asked me to fuck him. Neither of us mentioned condoms this time and I fucked him kneeling on the bed and after a while he asked me to pull out and then he laid on his back and raised his legs. I fucked him on his back, shooting my load right up him as he wanked his out all over himself. I stayed friends with Craig for quite a few years after that but I never got to fuck him again. I met my friend Kieran about ten years ago. I had called in at the Vault in central London one day after I had been at a conference. It was about 5pm when I got there and, as I checked in, I couldn't help noticing the lad who was checking in in front of me. He was a really good looking dark haired guy in a very smart suit. He looked about 30 years old and I couldn't help checking out his arse - which really filled out his suit trousers - as he took off his jacket and tie and handed them in along with his bag. As he finished checking in, he turned round and grinned at me and I grinned back. I had a drink and cruised round for a while but I didn't see the good looking dark haired guy - although I don't know if I would have cruised him anyway as I genuinely didn't think he would be interested. It was quite quiet but there was a bit of group action going on in the room with the barrels which I joined in for a while. After a while, the best looking guy in the group bent over and one of the others went up his arse. I watched them fuck for a while and then I went to the gloryhole cabins. Two of them were empty and the dark haired guy was standing outside them. He grinned at me and, as he went into one of the cabins, he motioned to me to go into the one next to it. I went in to the cabin and shut the door and, as I looked through the gloryhole, I saw the dark haired guy pulling his pants and trousers down and a short time later, his cock came through the hole. I went down on him straight away, enjoying every minute of sucking on his big cock. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled out my mouth and signalled for me to push my cock through the hole. I pushed it through and immediately felt his mouth on my cock. He sucked me really well and just as I was getting close he stopped. I expected him to push his cock through again, but instead he pushed his arse against the hole. I rubbed my finger over his hole and found that he was well lubed. I was fairly sure he had at least one load up him and I wasted no time in positioning my cock at his hole and pushing right up him. I fucked him through the gloryhole, enjoying every minute of being up this fit lad's arse, and I managed to last longer than I thought I would before I shot my load right up him. He pulled off my cock and took it in his mouth again and then he motioned to me to turn round and then pushed his cock back through the hole. I lubed myself up and backed on to his cock. He fucked me hard and fast and before long I was taking his load up my arse. When we came out of the cabins, he invited me to have drink with him at the bar and we began to talk. H He told me his name was Kieran and he was from the north of England. He was a really nice guy and we found we had a lot in common. After a while we went cruising together and, as I had expected, a lot of the guys were interested in Kieran. We had some fun together, sucking some other guys and then Kieran bent over and let a couple of the guys fuck him and cum in him. We went and had another drink and then went cruising again. Kieran was soon bent over again being fucked, this time by a young black guy and a few minutes later I was bent over next to him being fucked by a young blond guy. We played for a bit longer and then Kieran asked me if I wanted to go and get something to eat with him. He had already told me he had a boyfriend back in the north of England and his work took him down to London for a few days every few weeks. We went for a meal and then we spent the night together in Kieran's hotel room. We were both spent, so we didn't have sex again, but we laid in each other's arms and talked. Kieran told me he had been together with his partner for several years and was very happy, but his partner really didn't like sucking his cock. He hadn't meant to cheat, but he really missed getting his cock sucked. He had heard of the Vault and had heard it had gloryholes and one day after work he had rather nervously visited it. He said he had not done anything the first time he went, just watched the action in the room with the barrels and then gone back to his hotel room and had a wank. The second time he went to the Vault, he had gone into one of the cabins and, seeing a fit lad in the next cabin looking at him through the hole, he had given into temptation, slipped his trousers and pants down and pushed his hard cock through the hole into the guy's mouth. He had let the guy suck him until he came and had then sucked the guy off through the hole and swallowed his load. After that, he had visited the Vault regularly when he was in London. At first he had only sucked and been sucked but one afternoon the guy sucking him had backed onto Kieran's cock and Kieran had fucked him bareback and cum in his arse. A few weeks later, he had been the one backing onto an anonymous cock and since then he had been fucking and being fucked regularly. He told me he never cheated when he was at home in the north of England, but had lost count of how many guys had fucked him in London. His partner has no idea what he gets up to when he's away from home. The next morning we showered, went down to breakfast and then came back to Kieran's room, where we fucked and bred each other again. We've been good friends ever since and fucked each other more times than I can remember.

In the heart of Toronto, nestled in a trendy loft converted into a playground for the city's most adventurous, I found myself at a jockstrap party. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and the underlying musk of sex. The room pulsed with the throb of electronic music, and the hum of anticipation was palpable. I was drawn to the corner where two sexy daddies were holding court, their presence commanding and their eyes hungry with desire. They were both tall, muscular, and exuded an aura of confidence that was impossible to ignore. Their jockstraps barely contained their massive cocks, and I could see the outlines of their thick shafts straining against the fabric. One had a thick, veiny cock that looked like it could split me in two, while the other had a monster of a cock, at least 10 inches long and thick as a fucking soda can. Their chests were broad and hairy, and their arms were corded with muscle, a testament to their strength and power. I approached them, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They noticed me immediately, their eyes roaming over my body with a predatory gaze. "Well, well, look what we have here," one of them said, his voice a deep rumble. "A fresh little meat looking for some fun." I nodded, my mouth dry. "I'm looking for a good time," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. "We can give you a good time," the other one said, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "But you have to be ready for us. We like it rough, and we like to share." I swallowed hard, my ass clenching at the thought. "I'm ready," I said, my voice more confident this time. They led me to a sling, the leather creaking as they secured me in place. My ass was exposed, vulnerable, and ready for whatever they had in store. They fed me poppers, the sharp, sweet smell filling my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. The room spun, and my senses heightened, every touch, every sound, amplified. One of them stepped up behind me, his thick cock pressing against my ass. He rubbed the head against my hole, teasing me, making me beg for it. "Please," I moaned, my body aching with need. "Fuck me." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching me wide. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The other daddy stepped up, his monster cock in hand. He pressed the head against my mouth, and I opened wide, taking him in. His cock filled my mouth, the taste of him salty and intoxicating. I sucked him with fervor, my tongue swirling around his shaft, feeling the veins pulse with his arousal. They took turns, one fucking my ass while the other fed me his cock. The sensations were overwhelming, my body on fire as they pounded into me. I could feel the pressure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, they switched, and I was being stretched by the monster cock. It was intense, the stretch almost too much, but I loved every second of it. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my skin, the sound a symphony of pleasure. As he fucked me, he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you tested negative, little one?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. I shook my head, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Yes a month now," I managed to gasp out. He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "And are you on Prep?" he asked, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Again, I shook my head. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the throb of the music and the sound of our bodies slapping together. He leaned back, a wicked grin on his face. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "We're going to fill you up with the most potent cum you've ever had. You're going to be fertilized, little one. You're going to carry our seed." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I was theirs to use, theirs to fill, and I was ready for whatever they had in store. The daddy with the thick, veiny cock took his turn next, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that made the sling creak. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. But the night wasn't over yet. More men joined, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their turn in the sling. I was passed around, each man taking their pleasure from my ass, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. One man, in particular, caught my eye. He was tall and lean, with a cock that was long and thin, like a fucking blade. He stepped up behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low whisper. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock sliding in with ease, stretching me wide. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. Another man took his turn, his cock thick and short, like a fucking baseball bat. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. The night wore on, and I was passed around, each man taking their turn, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. I couldn't keep count of how many men there were, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their pleasure from my ass. Finally, as the night began to wane, the two daddies returned, their cocks still hard and ready. They stepped up behind me, their hands roaming over my body, their touches sending shivers down my spine. "Ready for more, little one?" one of them asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. They took their turns, their cocks stretching me wide, filling me completely. They pounded into me, their hips slamming against my ass with each thrust, their cocks hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. They didn't let up, their cocks driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking their cocks, drawing them deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, they unloaded inside me, their hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as they pumped their load, their cocks pulsing with each spurt. They stayed inside me, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their orgasm, until finally, they pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had been used, filled, and pleasured beyond my wildest dreams. The night had been a whirlwind of pleasure, and I knew I would never forget it. After the party, I stepped outside to get some fresh air and have a smoke. The cool night breeze felt good against my sweaty skin. As I was taking a drag, a sexy bartender from the club joined me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey there," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "You looked like you had quite the night in there." I smirked, feeling a mix of pride and exhaustion. "You could say that," I replied, taking another drag. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I heard you were the one getting fucked in the sling. Is that true?" I nodded, a shiver running down my spine at the memory. "Yeah, that was me." He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Well, you're a lucky little twink. I've seen those daddies in action, and they know how to use that equipment." I felt a flush of heat spread through me, remembering the intensity of the night. "They sure do," I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. He took a step closer, his body pressing against mine. "You know, I've been watching you all night. You're fucking hot, and I've been dying to get a piece of that ass." I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his. "Is that so?" I asked, a playful smirk on my face. He nodded, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "Oh, yeah. And I think it's time I had my turn." Before I could respond, he spun me around, pushing me up against the wall of the alley. His hands roamed over my body, his touches firm and confident. He unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. He pressed the head against my ass, rubbing it against my hole, teasing me. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound echoing through the alley, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As we caught our breath, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it, my hands still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. We smoked in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the cigarettes and the distant hum of the city. Finally, he turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. "You know, I think you're going to be changing a lot of details on your hookup app profiles soon." I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, yeah? And why is that?" He chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Let's just say that the daddies you were with tonight are known for their... potent seed. And from the looks of it, you took quite the load." I felt a chill run down my spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I mean, little one, that you're probably carrying a little something extra now. Something that's going to change your life forever." I didn't understand what he meant, but his words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. As I walked away, my body aching and satisfied, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for whatever was to come. Two months later, as I lay in bed, feverish and aching, the diagnosis came: HIV. I was bugged, and it was all because of that wild night at the jockstrap party. But as I thought back to the words whispered in my ear, the promise of being fertilized with the most potent cum, I realized what the bartender had meant. I had been changed, marked by that night, and now I carried a part of them with me, a constant reminder of the pleasure and the risk. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. It was a risk I took, and now I was paying the price. But the memory of that night, the intensity of the pleasure, the raw, primal nature of it all—it was something I would never forget. And as I looked to the future, I knew that my life would never be the same.

My slutty, cum filled sissy hole.

I am at a resort for scuba diving. Went down to the pool in a skimpy white thong bottom, late yesterday evening. Basically butt naked. The pool lights were on but dim and only one little light on the deck area. I was there for about 30 minutes when a man showed up and sat down in a lounge chair. I was just chilling and sipping a beer and deep throating the bottle neck. We began chatting. I stood up to get my towel and he could see I was naked but for a string thong. He was checking me out and I could see he had a huge hard on and he kinda was playing with it. He move his legs apart and his cock head was expose out the shorts legs. He said he was impressed with how deep I could take the bottle and pour it down my throat. I licked my lips and then just having taken a hit on my poppers just straight up asked if I could do anything for him. I was looking straight into his eyes and I pointed kinda shyly to his cock. He got up and sat on the edge of the pool with his legs dangling in the water and i kneeled down on the pool ledge which was just the right depth to be comfortable. I tried to get his cock out and he had to help me get his shorts down below his balls. He had a huge hard on and I went down on it. I was pumping up and down and he grabbed my hed and helped with the right rhythm to get him off. It took about five minutes and he came with a loud moan and some heavy thrusting. I heard some murmurs nearby so kind of left quickly. He followed. The next morning I saw him on the same boat I ws on and he winked at me and thanked me for the blow job. I turned red as a beat. I have another appointment with him tomorrow.

I awoke the next morning, still exhausted and feeling completely run down, to G's cock sliding in and out of my ass--exactly as it had been when I fell asleep. I had awoken from the fury of his aggressive strokes, and just seconds after I had regained consciousness I felt him slam deep and hold there as load number..... something..... entered me. I was still damp all over from sweat, but was feeling almost a tad chilly. My arousing must have caused me to clamp down with my ass. "Good morning, handsome." G cooed into my ear, his breathing still a bit heavy. "I couldn't resist, I've been using this ass all night. Figured it was a good trade off for having gotten you home and cleaned up." As the last twitches of his orgasm faded, I realized he was still rock hard, and I was likely about to be used again. Instead, he simply held me tight with his cock buried deep inside me. I felt a warmth begin to spread through by bowels, and it felt like there was pressure building inside me. Oh my god, I realized, he was pissing inside my ass. It continued and continued, and I felt the force of it hitting one spot on my ass wall as he pushed his urine out with some force. I felt the warmth travel across my body as his piss pushed further and further into me, the option for it to exit through my ass hole did not exist. I was becoming extremely uncomfortable from it, realizing he had a very large bladder. Finally, I heard him sigh slightly, and I realized the pressure had stopped increasing. He held his cock in place, trapping his fluids--both cum and piss--in my ass. We lay there like that, my body absorbing his liquid into me, for about an hour. G would occasionally make a series of mini thrusts in my ass, mainly to keep his cock nice and hard so my ass would remain plugged. I heard a buzzing sound, and G reached behind himself and brought his phone around so he could see it. "I know you aren't feeling good, and I know you're probably not happy about being pozzed, but I figured now that the deed is done you might as well enjoy it freely. I invited someone over to meet you. Why don't you hop in the bathroom and let all that drain out, should have you good and ready." This was literally MY PLACE, and yet I found myself simply obeying G's commands. He wasn't barking them at me or anything, but I did find myself wanting to please him. Had I... fallen for him? He was a handsome, older gentleman, who know how to use an ass. But he had infected me with HIV. Who does that to someone they supposedly care about? Did he even care about me or was I just an ass to fuck to him? As my mind raced through these typical questions, I found myself sitting on the toilet with a torrent of piss streaming out. My bowels seemed happy to expel the hot urine, and as the last of it dribbled out, I wiped myself, flushed, and stepped into the shower. I washed myself down, all over--even my ass; I'm sure it needed it. I stepped out, dried myself off, and walked back into my bedroom to find G there, naked with his cock poking straight up and out. He watched me walk over to the hamper and drop my towel in it, then I came back over and sat next to him on the bed. My own cock mirrored his, smaller as it may be. He leaned in an gave me a kiss, then reached down and took my cock in his hand. "I invited over a playmate for you. Give you a chance to play with someone other than me. I think you'll enjoy it, he's a take-charge type which is probably good in this case since you aren't feeling super great. He's just pulling in, so I'll go let him in." He stood and walked into the hallway as I laid back on the bed. I heard him pause and there was some rustling, and I realized he was pulling on some clothes, so as not to answer the door in the nude. I heard him walking toward the door but a knock beat him too it. "Hi," I heard in a soft, yet deep voice. "Is Reid here?" "Hey, you must be Grant," I heard G reply. "Yeah, he said you were coming over. He's back in the bedroom, pretty sure he was just waiting for you to arrive." "Sweet man, he didn't tell me he had a roommate. Or, are you two..." I heard Grant's voice trail off. "Oh, no, nothing serious here. We're super-close, but romance isn't anything we've explored," was the response. And I just ever so slightly picked up on a whimsical tone to the voice. "I got ya. Gets weird sometimes with couples. Groups can be fun, but couples can be complicated. You joining us?" "Nah," I heard G reply. "I think he's needing some intense one-on-one at the moment. Maybe the next time if he's down and you are too." "Fuck yeah, man. You're hot. Would love to see that pointer in person sometime!" Grant's voice seemed to be getting closer as he uttered those last few words and in just a few seconds one hunk of a jock walked into my room. He paused for a second, perhaps surprised to see me in a state of undress already, my cock rock hard against my hint of abs. A smile emerged on his lips, and as he began to pull his own clothes off, I took in the sight in front of me. He stood about 6'2, had a lean but perfectly defined build, and I saw his six-pack and perfectly chiseled tan chest as his polo slid over his head. He had green eyes, and dark brown hair. It was just long enough to be shaggy, but not long enough to fall into his eyes, and it was cropped close on the sides and back. As he shucked his shorts, out popped an uncut cock that was already starting to fill out. His legs were as toned as the rest of him, and a light dusting of chest hair funneled into a slight trail to his groin. He was perfect. Now as nude as me, he walked over, climbed onto the bed, and walked himself on all fours right up to meet me face-to-face. "You are so incredibly sexy man, I'm glad you said you were feeling better. I've been so horny to flip I was about to go nuts," he said to me, and with that his face came down to meet mine and we began making out. He pulled himself up a little, never breaking our kiss, and as his tongue moved deeper into his ass, I felt him reach back and grab my leaking cock. He lifted it to meet his ass, and immediately began pushing back on it. My precum and apparently a little lube on his part allowed my head to penetrate his ass quickly. He pushed himself back down onto me, my dick sinking into him in one smooth motion. My stomach fluttered, as I realized I was inside an ass--raw. I knew I should tell him that I was poz, in the midst of my very own fuck flu. But every time I made a weak effort to break the kiss to tell him, he managed to quickly start again. He was fucking himself on my cock rather quickly and I knew I had no chance to hold back. Grant must have sensed it because he groaned into my mouth and broke the kiss. He sat upright, impaled on my cock, and with a few more bounces my now-toxic orgasm exploded into his ass. Holy hell, my piss slit burned with FIRE as I rocketed my seed deep into him. He felt it and his head fell back as he continued to ride my cock. A good 7-8 shots of cum coated his insides, and slowly he came to a stop, my cock still twitching inside me. "Fuck man, you were serious when you said you had to get off fast. That was hot! Rubbers can really ruin the experience, so I'm glad it said you were neg on your profile!" Wait, WHAT? I hadn't talked to him, I certainly wouldn't have told him I was neg. G! He must have set this whole thing up, posing as me to set up this meeting. And my profile... I hadn't updated it after learning of all this!!! As my cock softened and began to fall out of his ass, Grant slide back between my legs and lifting them up positioned his own uncut head at my opening. He dropped a glob of spit on my hole and pushed in, sinking what was now an 8" uncut dick to the root. "Wow! Most guys can't take me without some serious prep work. You have to tell me about that toy you used. When you said it helped open you up, you weren't kidding! You're not tight at all, fuck yeah!" He went to town on my ass, and I looked at him as he fucked me. Perfectly toned body, healthy, energetic, and completely unaware of what had just infiltrated his rectum. He must have been as pent up as I was, because in no time he was firing off in my ass. A few final thrusts as his orgasm wrapped up, and he was pulling out and reaching for his clothes. "Man, you have no idea how great that felt for me! My girl hasn't put out in weeks, we've been going through a rough patch now that she knows I'm bi. But hell, if you're down, I wouldn't mind some occasionally regular play. Just hit me up, you're just two blocks over!" "Sure thing man, and yeah we can certainly play again," I croaked out. He paused and looked at me, then came over to me as I sat up. "Damn, you have a sexy voice. I'd love to hear that again." And with that, he planted a kiss on my lips and walked out into the hallway. I expected to hear the door open and close, but instead I heard Grant gasp. "Oh, man, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you there." "No worries," I heard G reply, "was just working one out here listening to you two and imagining being part of the fun!" "Hope I didn't ruin it!" "Nah, just about to pop off anyway." "Oh?" The door opened and closed, but somehow I knew Grant didn't leave. Instead, I heard clothes shuffling, and I decided to see if what I knew had to be happening, was. I crept out quietly, and peeked around the corner. G was sitting on my sofa, shorts around his ankles and his red tank on. Grant was sitting on his lap, G's cock buried in his ass and his hands on his hips. Grant's head was back, he was looking at the ceiling, and with a few short bounces I saw G's eyes roll back as he pulled Grant's ass down onto his cock and erupt his own toxic brew into the hot jock's ass. I pulled myself back around the corner so as not to be seen spying, and as I heard G sigh I knew Grant had been truly fucked on this visit. Grant pulled on his clothes and quietly headed to the door. I heard the faintest whisper of, "Thanks!", and the door quietly open and close as he slipped out. "You know me Reid, I'm no one-hit wonder. Why don't you come take this next one." Busted. I walked out and over to G, turned around and simply sat down on his cock. He sank in all the way and he pulled me back against him. "That was so HOT feeling your load in his ass. And I mean HOT, like your cum was warm!" "Did... did he know?" "That I'm toxic and you're pretty much also? He saw your profile, which still says neg, and just said he needed a raw load... ANY load. He moved so quickly even I didn't have a chance to correct him, had I wanted to. And when he just sat right down where you are," and he thrust his pelvis forward a bit to emphasize his meaning, "I figured might as well give him what he wanted." G's hands found my hips, and he began bouncing me on his dick. Sure enough, in short order his cock firmed up, his breathing became erratic, and he pulled me down as he came. He helped me stand, pulling me off his cock, and pulled his shorts up. "I figured you wouldn't mind if we kept some fun going. Dirk texted me, said the boys wanted to check in on you, but I told him I'd make sure it was okay with you first. Why don't you throw some clothes on, and I'll make you some food first, let's see if we can get you to keep anything down."

You definitely need to be fucked. Don’t be tempted to look for a guy with a massive cock. An average cock will feel plenty huge inside you on your first time. It can hurt at first but your ass will soon stretch to take him. My first time was with an older man. He made sure my hole was well lubed and he lubed his cock before he mounted me. He pushed into me slowly and it felt uncomfortable but not painful even though I asked him to pull out but he continued penetrating me telling me that it will be easier for me once he’s all in. He was right. He went balls deep in my ass and stayed there until I was stretched and could comfortably take his cock. He fucked me And shot his load deep. I felt it and so will you. You’ll feel his cock buck and throb then a hot feeling filling your ass as he pumps his load into you. Go for it. You’ll love it.

It was a few hours later when I finally awoke. I was on my bed, nude. A towel was stretched beneath me, and it was mostly damp from me sweating profusely. I struggled to sit up and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in my room I realized it must be night time. I was hit with a wave of nausea, and I struggled to jump off the bed. Just barely I made it to the toilet and began throwing up, hard. Thankfully there wasn't much in my stomach, so after the first heave or two it was mostly just my stomach trying desperately to react in the way my brain was asking it to. I felt a hand on my upper back, right between my shoulders, and my head snapped up in shock. "It's okay, just remember to breathe." It was G, there in my bathroom. He was kneeling beside me as a final heave caused my head to fly forward and down. I grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped my mouth and nose, and flushed it all down the toilet. Gerry helped me to my feet, though I was wobbly and unsteady. I felt gross, sweaty all over, exhausted, and my ass was as sore as I had ever felt it. I had broken flashes of us in the woods, me on my back accepting cock into my ass. I began to lose my balance and I fell forward gently up against G. At that moment my eyes began to focus and I realized I was up against his hairy chest, my eyes looking just below my head at his POZ chest tattoo. My eyes drifted down and in that moment I realized we were both naked. In the time I had been asleep, G had apparently texted Dirk--who knew where I lived--and gotten a destination for where to take me. He had fished my house keys from my soiled shorts in his backpack, and had managed to carry that and me into my apartment. He had carried me back to my bedroom, fetched a towel, and laid me out. He had pulled the clothes he had lent me off and, with our pile of soiled clothes and his spare outfit as well, started a quick load of laundry to clean them all up. I didn't realize it in the moment, but he had also lifted my legs and removed the butt plug from my ass. I stood there, braced up against him. Slowly he shuffled us over to the shower, and he reached inside and started the water. He held his hand out, checking the temperature, and when it was just warm enough to not be hot for me, he helped me in, following me right behind. He slid the glass door shut and held me against him, my back on his chest as the water cascade down on me. Reaching forward, he grabbed a bar of soap and gently began rubbing it all over the front of me. He stepped back just a bit and then began soaping up my back. With a sufficient lather worked up, he stepped forward again and slowly rocked himself against my back, cleaning his own chest in the process. I felt his cock beginning to rise between my ass cheeks, and as he returned the soap to the hanging shelf beneath the showerhead, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a bit into his hand. He stepped back again and as he began to rub some into my hair, I felt his cock head rise up to meet my ass. He rinsed my hair, being careful to keep the soap from my eyes, and then again took the bar of soap in his hand. He dropped behind me, his right arm still reaching up and around my front, keeping me upright. He used his left arm to gently push my legs apart a bit and began soaping up my legs, my balls, and my cock. My ass however, was not to be soaped. He put the bar of soap on the shower floor in front of me, and using his free hand pulled my left ass cheek out, giving him a clear view of my hole. He dove in with his tongue and began cleaning around my hole. He spit a few times on my hole, but proceeded each time to use his tongue to swirl his saliva around. He pulled his face away and stood up behind me, but didn't release his grip on my left cheek. Instead, he positioned his rock hard member and slid most of the way into my ass in one go. I grimaced a bit and fell back on him, driving a bit more of his cock into my ass. He wrapped me up in a bear hug and began pile-driving my ass. Given it had been a few hours, he didn't last long, and I felt him pull me back against him as his hips thrust forward and his cum rocketed into my hole yet again. He remained hard, even as his thrusting subsided, and with a final couple passes under the showerhead, he turned off the water and opened the door. We stepped out of the shower together, him still buried in my ass. He grabbed a towel he had laid on the sink and proceeded to towel our torsos off. Needing to step back to dry our lower halves, he pulled back and yanked his cock out of my ass. I heard the sound of a glob of cum hit the floor, and as he toweled us off I felt him kiss both cheeks. With ourselves dried from the shower, and me still wobbly and warm, he guided me to the bed. He pulled off the damp towel I had woken up on, and gently laid me on the bed on my right side, crawling on himself and spooning himself up behind me. He slid his right arm through and under my right armpit, and pulled me close. He reached down and with his left hand guided his still-erect, hooded member to my ass; he slid it right up into me in one push and returned me to a bear hug in my bed. Gently he rocked his cock inside my ass, and I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. He would deposit another three loads in my ass over the course of the night, never once slowing to cum, never withdrawing, and with the feverish heat radiating from my body never needing to put us under the covers.

Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again!

I can't say i actually feel his semen shooting into me. What I do feel is the quickest pace of his penis fucking me, heavier breathing and then then his penis getting even harder. Finally are the pulses and each pulse an indication that his cum is being shot into me. afterwards my hole feels empty, a bit gaped but warm and wet. Psychologically, the thought that his seed his inside me and his swimmers actively trying to fertilize me is overwhelming. The intimacy of having a mans sperm inside after a hot fuck is the best.

Buy a ball cap with the word ICE on it. Add handcuffs and military boots to your shopping cart. Lean into it.

Been chatting with a college virgin boy for a few weeks and we met last night. He had saved his load for a week and had edged himself several times during the lead up so he did not last very long at all when he first entered me and flooded me with his cum. We relaxed for a little while before he gave me his second load of the night. Had lots of fun with him and hope we can breed again soo.

TWENTY YEARS AGO Ever see pictures of yourself as a 20-something, and thought "I can't believe I was ever that young?"? I do that but I also add a "You knew NOTHING back then." as well. I really did not have a single clue when was I was 23. I'd just graduated and moved to a big city. I was gay and had my first sexual encounter with a man two months ago. He was in my technical writing class. We shyly met up for beers a few times before either of us made a move. It was safe sex all the way and not that big of a thrill. I figured we were boyfriends at that point, but we weren't. Not in his mind, anyway. I thought he was a jerk, but he was just being honest. I'd grown up my whole life thinking that gay couples followed the same path to marriage that straight people did. I'd be Joanie and find my Chachi. It would happen naturally and with no effort. It was and is confusing and painful when I got rejected. The lesson I took from the whole experience with Rico was that gay guys just fooled around and never really 'dated'. Talk about a bitter pill to swallow. I placed a single red rose on the grave of my romantic thoughts and decided to just go and have fun. I made fast friends with a girl at work. She was a chubby gal with a golden heart and a wicked sense of humor. We were always talking and laughing. I was about to confess my sexuality to her when she stopped me and said,"I know." She shrugged. "I seem to have a knack for picking gay guys." "You're the first straight person I've ever wanted to tell, Theresa." My family might not ever find out if I could help it. "I think that Brian guy in your department is gay too, but he's hiding behind Jesus." "Really? You have to teach me how to spot them." "It'll come naturally. You probably just need to go out more. I always have a blast at gay bars. You should come with me to "The Edge". My step-brother is a DJ there and I know everybody." I'd heard of the place. It was technically gay. but so hip and trendy that the young heteros had found it. "They'd never let me in there." "I'm your golden ticket, baby! We may have to go shopping first. You dress like your mom buys all your clothes. No offense." Mom actually did. "Oh. OK." "Your hair isn't so bad. The scruffy, messy look is hot now. Would you let me add a blonde streak or two?" Would I? Oh what the hell. Theresa was my fairy fagmother. "Want to come over and smoke a bowl with me after work, have a 'happy hour'?" She later arrived at my door my door with a legal pad. "What's that? Your dream journal?" "No, Funny Boy. I need to look at your wardrobe and make notes of what you need to get...which I'm guessing is a lot." She waddled straight to my bedroom and started going through my stuff. I stood there like a charity case while she looked and took notes. "Shoes is at the top of the list. You need something besides loafers and gym shoes. Boots, maybe. And some black jeans. We basically can't use anything you have. We need to hit the mall...and a few vintage stores. You need some funk, some edge." We got stoned and watched some old science fiction movie. "And my hair?.." "Oh, I'll handle that myself. I think I'm changing my mind about the blonde streak, though. We can wait until later for that. I'm going to turn you into a new Matt." That whole next week, we shopped for me. I normally just found shit in my size and bought it. Theresa made me try everything on so she could judge it. I was getting sick of her voice after a few days. We went to thrift stores and scary little consignment shops. I only had two credit cards and we killed one of them totally. I hated being so helpless when it came to fashion. I hoped that aspect of my gayness will emerge at some point. By Friday, I was so far beyond prepared that it was almost like we'd already gone out. I arrived at Theresa's apartment sometime after 8 PM. She made me come to her place because that was where she kept all the 'final touches' I'd need. I would only let her put a minimal amount of makeup on me, but let her have final say on the hair. She fussed over me and made little adjustments and then I was a finished product. I looked like a crazy convict dressed to attend a hip private school. I thought I looked ready to go trick-or-treating, but just thanked her for all her efforts. "Ready to go?" "Are you kidding? Nobody goes out this early! Let's stay here and have a few drinks...just be careful how you sit...and don't touch your face or your hair. I'll bring lip gloss with me. Settle your nerves a little, you'll sweat all my hard work away. We drank some gin and tonics and talked about everything in the world. She wanted to know if I could dance. "Not really. I dance by myself at home sometimes...but not to the kind of music you'd like." "Just don't be stiff. Move your hips a little or you'll look like a sixth-grader. If I thought you could handle it, I'd give you a little pill. We'll see. What kind of guy do you like?" "Cute, hot, casual. Sexy." "I can't guarantee there will be much 'casualness' at The Edge. Everybody there seems to love drama, but you never know. I just don't want you to get all depressed if Mr. Right isn't there tonight." "I don't believe in love. I tried to once, but I just got hurt. I'm just going out with my best friend for a few drinks." "You're not fooling me, Babe. I've tried to build a wall around my heart several times...and it crumbled over and over again." "I just want to have a good time." "OK. That's do-able. Let's go." There's no way I could describe this club that would give you the surreal impression I had when we walked in. I grabbed Theresa's hand out of panic. It was so loud and so confusing. She drug me over to a wall of mirrors and spoke into my ear. "Stay here. I'll get us a couple of drinks. Don't look so scared. Act bored if you can." I thought about the staff meetings we had at work each week -- where nothing important was ever discussed. I tried to act like I was listening to my manager talk about profits and losses or some shit. It helped me relax enough to scan the crowd. Everybody had gone through as much of a grooming ritual as I had...probably more. Perfect, pretty people. They all seemed to be having the time of their lives, throwing their heads back in laughter and kissing one another's cheeks. It seemed fake somehow. Nobody appeared to be alone. Just me....until Theresa came back with two tall drinks that were an alarming shade of blue. "I ordered vodka tonics, but I don't think he heard me right." "It's so goddamn loud in here. And I think this the same song that was playing when we walked in." "Nope. It's just not your taste. Don't hold your breath waiting for some grunge or college rock." "No kidding. Can we move somewhere quieter?" "Sorry. It only gets louder after this. They have like fifty speakers around here. I want to move us closer to the dance floor so you pick up some tips. We're going to dance eventually." It did get noisier as worked our way through the crowd. We leaned against a railing and watched the throng of dancers. I'd look like a fool out there. I saw a guy that looked so familiar. I knew him from somewhere...no...wait. He looked like somebody famous. I guess I was staring too much because he noticed. We made eye contact. I smiled too eagerly. "I see you like the cute ones," Theresa said in my ear. "You have good taste." "Doesn't he look like that one actor...the one from that movie?" "Could you be any more vague???" Maybe this electric blue drink was affecting me more than I thought. "He's a pretty good dancer. If he asks you out on the dance floor, just mirror him." "I'm not dancing tonight. One more of these drinks and I will be barely able to walk." The songs never ended...they all mixed together with no seams. How did you know when to stop? "I see some guys I know. Will you be OK here for awhile?" "Yeah. Where are the bathrooms? I need to go." "Directly behind you. I'll just be a few minutes." I carried my drink into the bathroom and put the glass on top of the urinal. I couldn't dare get piss on these pants or Theresa would kill me. I was walking out just as that guy was walking in. "Hi. Do you know who you look like?" I was so stupid. He got nervous and looked at himself in the mirror and patted down his hair with one hand. "Oh God. Who?" "Kevin Costner." He really did. A young Kevin Costner. "Oh. Wow. No way are you serious. Is it your birthday today?" "No. Why?" "You're drinking a Windex. That's what people who are celebrating or want to get really drunk have." "My friend got it for me. I think it was a mistake." "Theresa? I doubt it was a mistake." He had a beautiful smile and nice skin. "I know who she is, but we don't know each other." We left the men's room and emerged back into the crowd. I knew the song that was playing. It was that one about boys who like girls who like girls who like -- . Decent tune. He urged me out onto the dance floor. Oh God. I left my drink somewhere. I guess I'd had enough of it to not stress out about my dance abilities. It was natural and fun. At some point I saw Theresa watching us. Kevin Costner put his hands on each side of my hips and pulled me a little closer. His eyes were intense. Blazing. "Don't go falling in love," I told myself. After a the song changed, I motioned for us to please leave. I was going to introduce him to Theresa, but I didn't know his actual name and he didn't know mine. "I'm Matt, by the way." "I'm Lloyd." OK. Cool. I introduced him to my girl pal, and he was thrilled to meet her. Theresa's eyes were judging and making mental notes as she smiled pleasantly. She'd give me the scoop when we were alone. "Nice to meet you, Lloyd. Are you here with anybody?" "Just my roommate. I don't know where he went." "So he's just a roommate...not a live-in lover?" Goddamn her bluntness. "Hell no! Carl and I share rent and nothing else. He's kind of a bastard, but you can meet him if you want." I almost said there was no need, but Theresa quickly agreed. "So what's his name?" "Carl. He's a jerk, but usually good at staking out one of the few tables they have here." Sure enough, there he was at an empty table. Something about him was so striking. Tall, dark hair and pale in an almost unhealthy way. His long bony fingers were gripping a craft beer I'd never tried. Lloyd introduced us and we all settled in a circle. I offered to get us another round and Lloyd volunteered to help me. The place was getting crowded and the music was even louder which made idle chit-chat pretty difficult. We tried to shout our drink orders at the bartender and he mostly got it right. I made sure to be extra careful that I wouldn't spill something on somebody's perfect outfit. Theresa and Carl didn't seem to have much to talk about so I was glad to be back. I got the sense she didn't like Carl because she focused on Lloyd. "Do you work or are you a student?" "Both. I'm a waiter at Mazzio's and also a student at Kinney Art Institute. I work with glass mostly." "Like glass-blowing?" She was smirking on the inside. I liked drawing and cartooning, but I went to college in order to get some kind of career and some kind of life. A degree in glassblowing didn't seem like something a motivated young man would want. Maybe his family was rich. I asked Carl what he did for a living... "I work at the same place as Lloyd, but I'm the manager. I gave college about a month before I moved on. I've done some modeling, a few movies." "Really? Like what? Have I seen you in something?" "Oh, forget it," Lloyd chimed in. "He won't give any details, which makes me think it was porn." Both Carl and Theresa gave me a quick look, curious as to what my reaction would be. "Hey...whatever pays the bills. Does anybody have a cigarette?" Nobody did. I really felt the urge for one. "I'll go buy some. Is there a machine here." Carl stood up. "Yeah. I'll show you where it is. I need one too." I followed his thin frame through the crowd. "Do you come here a lot, Carl?" "No. Almost never. Lloyd comes here all the time --looking for his soul mate." "There's no such thing. If there was, he wouldn't be here." Carl flashed me a bright smile full of perfect teeth. "He's just a kid...like you. But he's still Linus waiting for The Great Pumpkin." We found the cigarette machine and I pumped in a few bills. I didn't have matches. Shit. "You don't have a light, do you?" "No. But they have matchbooks at the little bar near the door. C'mon." Once we got there, Carl reached into a mason jar and pulled out several of them. And found a pen. He lit the smokes for us as we settled down on the two empty stools left. "Let's do a shot before we go back...give your fag hag a chance to learn all she can about Lloyd." I watched his prominent adam's apple move up and down his throat as he puffed away. "So...seriously....did you do porno movies?" He didn't even blink. "Yeah. They were trashy and from a small studio never's ever heard of. It was in San Diego. I was okay-looking and have a big dick -- and did everything." "You're still very good-looking, Carl. Why did you stop?" "I caught AIDS. Most dudes in porn have it, but I never once tried to hide it. I mean, why lie?" Dear God. Part of me wanted to think I didn't hear him correctly over the loud music. But, no. "Does Lloyd know?" "Probably he's guessed. Nobody in my family or at the restaurant knows. I don't lie if someone asks, but I also don't tell many people. Just certain cool guys...like you." "I'm so not cool, Carl. I never dress like this normally. But thanks." "We should probably get back to the table or they'll think we were doing something. Here..." He handed me two matchbooks and the pen. "What do I need these for now?" "Write your phone number on the inside and give it to Lloyd. He'll ask for it later anyway. On the other one write your number and your email ... for me." I followed his instructions and gave him his while I put the one for Lloyd in my front pocket. "I guess we should go, Carl." We got back to the table and saw the suspicious faces of Theresa and Lloyd. Curiosity mixed with a bit of anger. Luckily, Carl made it all better. "We had to look forever to find matches. What did we miss?" Theresa relaxed and announced she was going to become a dyke. "Men don't want me, but I've gotten a few glances from lesbians. Sex is sex, right?" "Yeah...and that's really all there is." She leaned over to Lloyd. "He doesn't mean that...he's trying to convince himself that love isn't possible." "I hope it is," Lloyd said, looking right into my eyes. His knee touched mine while Carl's hand was on my other knee. I thought my head would explode. Theresa stood up and asked Carl to dance with her so Lloyd and I could be alone for a little while. They left and there I was with this adorable guy who believed in love. He smiled at me. "Do you work on weekends?" "Yeah. Carl goes in before they open, but I don't have yo be there until 11 AM. What do you do?" "Advertising and printing. That's how I know Theresa." "Oh yeah...she already told me that. I'm pretty buzzed right now. I don't think she likes me too much." "She's just sexually-frustrated -- like the rest of the world." "She for sure doesn't like Carl...told me that almost right away." "Why?" "Don't know. He can be damn unlikable at times. She sure adores you, though." I wondered what her thoughts about both of these guys were. I handed him the matchbook with my number right then because I knew I'd forget about it otherwise. He beamed. "Here they come. Be sure to call me sometime, Lloyd." Theresa was sweaty while Carl looked powder-dry. "Okay. I think I've burned off enough calories to justify a trip to White Castle on the way home." So I guess the evening was coming to a close. I was getting sleepy anyway. "Have a cigarette now, Matt. You can't smoke in my car." I took out one from the pack and gave one to Carl. He lit mine first and stared right into my eyes as he did it. I stared back. Aware that I was too obviously attracted to him, I turned around and gave Lloyd a wink. He smiled. "Both my mom and dad smoke, but I never have. It looks like fun -- wish I could join you." He was so sweet. Carl's hand was on my thigh, under the table. I could be sly too...I put my hand on his as Lloyd and Theresa sat there, oblivious. "We need to go too. Carl has to wake up early and I've had too much alcohol." He hadn't. really. "Theresa and I will meet you two out front in a minute so you two can say 'good bye'." Carl drilled his dark eyes into mine. I'd watch any crappy porn movie with him in it. We had a shared secret of desire, and that was better than any feelings of love. Lloyd was cute, but he didn't have his roommate's magnetism. We stood right outside the entrance and it felt painfully awkward. He was a good guy...I could see us going to dinner or to see a movie or a walk in the park. That, of course, would probably end up being a waste of time before the year was over. I wish he wasn't so shy because I am too. If he would just be a little more aggressive. "It was so nice to meet you, Matt. Did I say that already?" Did he? I don't remember because I'd been so into Carl the whole night. I suck as a person. "It was great meeting you too, Lloyd." We kissed for about three seconds. It didn't do much for me, didn't make my heart beat faster or anything. "Call me sometime." "Oh. I will. I'll call you tomorrow. Do you have plans for the weekend?" "No. Wanna come here again?" "Not at all. Let's just chill out at my place. Carl will be out all evening. I'll cook dinner and we can watch a movie." 'Sounds good," I said just as Theresa and Carl came through the door. She looked eager to leave. Carl nodded and said good bye. There was nothing hidden in his gesture. Theresa and I walked through the parking lot. "Well, I guess tonight was a big success for you, Matt. Two guys have their eye on you." "Lloyd does, maybe. We might get together tomorrow. He even wants to cook for me." She sighed. "He is very date-able. I can totally picture the two of you together, but..." "But what?" "I got to spend time alone with each of them. That Carl guy is trouble and there's just something unwholesome about him. Lloyd is cute and polite, but kind of a dud. He's mostly boring." "Yeah. He'd make a good husband for somebody. I just didn't feel anything for him except a little affection." We got inside her car and sat for a minute. "I did, however, find Carl very intriguing." "I was afraid of that...and I think Lloyd did too when you both left us for so long. And I can see why you'd be drawn to him. He's got that bad boy, Damien thing going on. Did you do anything with him?" "No! We looked around for matches and...talked a little." "Did he give you any coke? I'm sorry, but I got a drug vibe from him. I'm no baptist or anything...I just don't want you falling for this guy." "I already told you that I'm never going to 'fall' for anybody. The last time I thought I was in love, I got hurt." We got to my apartment building. "Hurt! Pffttt. Let's compare a list of hurts sometime. You're talking to someone who was called "Bratty Fatty" all through grade school...and even worse things after that." I shut up because I knew there were degrees of pain that everyone has gone through at some point in their lives. We barely said our good nights and she left. I wasn't really drunk, but I couldn't wait to crawl in bed. I slept later than I usually do on Saturday mornings. This was the time of week when I got cleaning and shopping done, but all I wanted to do now was drink coffee and think. I got dressed and had no sooner put my shoes on when the phone rang. It was only 10 AM. "Hello?" "Matt? Hi! It's Lloyd. I didn't wake you did I?" "Uh...no. Hi. What's up?" "Not much...I'm just getting ready for work. I'm off at 5, though. Short day. Want to come over tonight?" "Sure. Want to bring anything." "Nope. I got everything here. Except cigarettes...bring some if you want to smoke." He gave me the address and I wrote it down. I went to check my computer. I'd given Carl my email address, and secretly hoped he had sent me something. Anything. He had...early, early this morning. Hello Matthew Kenneth Harkner: hee hee. I did an internet search for you and didn't find anything scandalous. Shame. But I saw your company profile and almost didn't recognize you...you looked so all-American and innocent. Just kidding. I don't mind that at all. Just makes you more fun to corrupt. Lloyd talked endlessly about you and your big date tonight. Have fun. He's a good kid, but I wish you had met me first. I think you and I excite each other more. I think you think it too. I'm sending you some jpegs of me from my studio days as well as some that are more recent. Enjoy and reply after you've seen everything. I opened the file eagerly. pic #1: just a portrait shot with the name 'Houston Briggs" superimposed over his shoulders. It was copyrighted 'Raw Nerves, Inc.' pic #2: a full nude body shot of him sporting a giant boner (I'd guess it was over nine inches long) pic #3: a video still of some anonymous mouth wide open with Houston pissing in it pic #4: another video still of him fucking some blonde guy from behind pic #5: a close-up of his soft uncut dick with a visible '+' tattoo just above the trace of pubes pic #6: a shot of his hard dick with watery cum running down the shaft Damn! I had the urgent need to look at them all over again...and again. I needed to have a cigarette in the worst way. I went to the kitchen window and smoked while I thought of all the things I wanted to say in my reply. My heart was beating fast from the coffee and the nicotine and the lust. I wanted to jerk off right away. It didn't take long to come. I wouldn't remember until much later that this was the only time I'd ever masturbated in the kitchen. OK. I had to send a response and I was much calmer now. Thanks, man! You are incredibly hot! Do you have any tapes of your movies? I'd love to watch every single one. From beginning to end. Yes, I think there is something between us, but I'm an honorable man, and Lloyd and I have plans tonight as you know. It would hurt his feelings if I said "I'm into your roommate. Bye." I'd never do that. Visit my dreams sometime. Matt I needed to call Theresa. We'd left on bad terms last night. I sometimes got too involved with my little life, that I sometimes didn't pay attention to my words. Of course she had known about pain. It takes a special kind of bad luck to be a chubby kid and grow up on a hog farm. I didn't ever see her as fat because I adored her so much, but I bet it was hard for her to navigate romance. "Hello?" "Hi, Hon. Can I buy you some lunch?" "Sure. I got up early this morning to go join a gym, but I never made it out the front door. I don't own anything to wear to one of those places." "We'll go shopping after we eat. 'The Krab Kitchen'?" "Fancy! You must feel really guilty. I shouldn't have gotten mad last night and snapped at you. Pick me up around noon." So we ate and killed a few hours at the mall with no talk of love or hidden hurts or men. It was a nice afternoon, but I was sorry when it ended because that meant I had to fill the remaining time before my date with Lloyd. I wish I was excited, walking on clouds. But I was so very earthbound. Carl wouldn't be there. I'd be barely able to breathe if I was scheduled to meet up with or even just see him. He hadn't emailed me back. Damn. I took a shower and groomed. I didn't fuss much with what to wear. I just put on what I'd wear if a relative came to visit. It was past 5 now and he was probably showering and primping too. I had almost two hours to kill so I just sat on the floor and played Nintendo. New video games had gotten way too complicated for me and so I played old stuff like "Tetris" pr "Super Mario Brothers". I'd bought a smallish bottle of rum while out with Theresa. Time for a sip or two. I left the house a bit before 7. The place wasn't that far. I almost wish it was fifty miles or more away. I didn't want to be so near all this mess. It was a small house with a tidy lawn and some ornamental trees. OK. Let's get this over with. At least I'd remembered to bring cigarettes. Lloyd met me on the front porch with a wide smile. "You are right on time! Dinner is still cooking. Want some wine?" I tried my best to look happy and relaxed. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever you're making smells really good." He brought me a glass of wine and an ashtray.Thank God. I needed a smoke in the worst way. The wine was pretty tasty. I sat on the sofa and took in the decor. It had to be all Lloyd's taste because it was basic and grandma-ish. If Carl had lived here alone, the walls would be red or black and there'd be weird shit on the walls. If I was really into this guy, I would have waited to smoke -- possibly all night. As it was, though.... "Did you have any trouble finding the house?" "Not at all. Where's Carl tonight?" "Working. He won't be home until way late. What did you think of him?" Oh, man. I had to choose my words carefully. He refilled my glass because I'd been sipping too rapidly. "He was nice. My friend Theresa didn't like him much." "But you did, right? You thought he was hot?" Oh God. "Well...he's attractive. So are you." "Relax, Matt. This happens every time he and I go out together. Every guy I meet and talk to ends up lusting after Carl. It's the pheromones he gives off or something. I should just go by myself from now on, but we've been friends since we were kids." "I came over tonight to see YOU, Lloyd. I thought we hit it off last night and I wanted to see you again." The oven dinged. "The lasagna is done. I have to let it sit for a few minutes now. Want some more wine? What kind of movies do you like?" He got up and walked to the kitchen where I couldn't see him, but we could still hear each other. "I like horror movies mostly." "Oh. Not me. I just can't handle scary stuff." This would never work. "I don't even own a single horror movie. Look over at the shelf next to the TV and see if there's something there you'd like to see." He messed around in the kitchen as I looked through his collection. He seemed to have almost everything Tom Cruise had ever been in. I wasn't a fan of that midget. I settled on 'Mommie Dearest' because, even though it was bad, it was a lot of fun to watch. Lloyd brought out plates of steaming hot lasagna and some bread sticks and set it on the coffee table in front of us. He went back to get silverware, napkins and more wine. "Oh, good choice! We love that movie." "You know...I've never seen an actual movie Joan Crawford was in. I keep meaning to," "I have. She's epic." The food was good, but I was still a little full from all the snow crab legs I had for lunch. I ate enough to be polite, but finally had to stop. "It was so good, but I guess I ate too much at lunch. I'm full." "No worries. I'll send some home with you to eat tomorrow. Carl doesn't eat much either, which is why he's so skinny." At least I still had room for more wine. "Want some help cleaning up?" "No. I'll just throw everything in the dishwasher and deal with it later." After he left the couch, I lit up a cigarette. I'd seen this movie too many times. We were at the part where Chrsitina Crawford wouldn't eat the rare steak she was served. "What the HELL??," Lloyd said loudly. "Carl just came home. He wasn't supposed to come back until after midnight...at the earliest. Fuck!" I was excited and scared. I would see the living person behind the porn pics I'd just looked at this morning. And then there he was, grimacing and limping. "Hi. Matt. Sorry to interrupt your evening. I'll just go straight to my bedroom and close the door." Lloyd looked very pissed-off. "What happened? I thought you worked until closing." "Brenda spilled some grease in the kitchen and I slipped in it. I might have broken my ankle." My little brother had broken his ankle as a kid when he fell out of our tree house. They had to do surgery even. "Lloyd and I will take you to the E.R." "Hell NO. I'm not spending Saturday night in a waiting room with a bunch of dying people. I'll see how it is in the morning. Enjoy your evening, fellows." "No. Sit down and take your shoe off." "Oh God no!," Lloyd said with a laugh,"nobody wants to smell or see those hobo feet." "Shut up, bitch. He's trying to help." He looked down at me as I knelt on the floor in front of him. He put one foot up on the ottoman and asked me to unlace his dress shoes for him. I carefully removed his left shoe and sock. There wasn't a bad smell at all, but his foot was big, sort of ugly and his nails probably should have trimmed a few weeks ago, but his ankle looked normal and not all injured. No swelling or bruising that I could see. "It doesn't see broken, Carl. Can you move it sideways of up and down?" "No. I don't want to try because it'll hurt too much." I touched parts of the ankle and asked if he felt pain. "I think you might just have a sprain...or a tiny fracture at worst." The room got quiet. "Well, thanks, Dr. Matt." I felt stupid just being on the floor so I got up and went back to where I was sitting. Lloyd refilled our glasses and asked Carl if he wanted some. "Just bring me the bottle. I've got another bottle down in the crisper drawer." The energy in the room felt weird, but we all sipped and watched the end of the movie. Then it get even more strange and quiet. Carl looked over at Lloyd. "He has a good heart. I think Matt's too nice a guy for us." Us? "I told you. He thinks you're hot, though." It felt like there was a secret that I wasn't being let in on. "Yeah...but I am not feeling good about this now. Tell him." "Matt?" "What's going on?" I felt my face get hot with embarrassment. I was somehow feeling like a fool. "We lied to you about some things...and left out information. Carl and I have been a couple for several years -- and we're both HIV+. But we're into lots of kinky stuff and love to play with strangers. Since I'm more approachable than he is and he's more attractive, I find young guys to bring home for him...and me. The clueless ones are the easiest." No way was this really happening to me. "So I looked like an idiot to you?" I was angry and scared at the same time. 'I'm a fool, now??!" "Not at all, Matt. A little naive, maybe, but you're definitely not a fool. If we thought that about you, Carl would still have a broken ankle and I'd be trying to get you in my bed...and then you'd sneak into his room." "I can't believe this shit! You two ought to be in prison!" "Probably," said Carl. "But I saw how caring you were now and how concerned. Nobody has ever been that way with me....not even that jack-off sitting next to you." Lloyd was in crisis mode. "We can all be friends and just party for a while. Or you can go home and we'll never bug you again." "I'm a little too buzzed to drive." I was taking stock of the situation. What was I going to do next? I'd let them guess and be in the dark for a minute. "You can crash on the couch. It's a great sleeping couch...and we won't come near you. We both work early tomorrow anyway. I had the power now. I could take over the narrative at this point. I hated admitting to myself that I was wildly turned on, but wanted to hide it a little longer. "Put another movie in and let's finish the wine." I lit up a cigarette and let them wonder what I was planning. I guess the fact that I didn't leave in a huff was already pretty telling. Lloyd shrugged and started scouting for something to watch. "Carl? Do you have any horror movies in your bedroom? Matt likes those." Carl scooted away and returned a few minutes later with a tape. "I found something he might like more," he said with a grin. Of course it was one of his old porn videos. "Wow, he's really pushing his luck," I thought. "Oh Lord, Carl. Not that one. It's so cheap-looking and plus the sound sucks. Get the one where you're the limo driver." "No. This is the important one. Remember?" "Oh yeah. I forgot." The opening music was a terrible electronic version of every porn theme you've ever heard. At the time, though, I'd never seen a gay porn video until right at that moment. I tried so desperately to keep cool, but waves of embarrassment washed over me. It was called something really lame like 'Firm On the Farm'. And there was Houston Briggs (Carl) wearing a cowboy hat and jeans with no shirt. He was carrying a bale of hay and he was supposed to look sweaty, but it was obviously body oil of some sort. Younger Carl was bulkier and more tan than the current version. As much as I tried to seem casual, I'm sure my eyes were open very wide. So in comes another actor who I guess was supposed to be the boss farmer. "Lex Colton. He looks so butch in this, but he was a major queen." I looked over at at Carl who had taken his other shoe and sock off and untucked his shirt. "Not a nice guy either. He would have made a great top, but he always refused. Bottoms make more money than tops." I would have guessed it to be the other way around. There was dialog, but you couldn't really make out what they were saying because the audio was so crappy. And then Houston was naked and stroking his huge boner. Lex sucked it and seemed to really enjoy it. It was sloppy in a hot sort of way. At the end of the scene, the boss got huge wads of cum sprayed on his face. Wow. "That's a fake shot. I really did cum on him, but it didn't 'read' on film. So they had him kneel there again while somebody off camera shot a squirt gun full of egg whites at his face. I wasn't even there that day." Carl made a few more comments about the scene, but I remember being profoundly disappointed that the huge blob of sperm wasn't real. Carl came over and sat on the other side of me and took control of the remote. "We need to fast-forward a little. All the dudes in it were so bad and most of them have probably O.D'd by now. OK. Watch this next scene carefully...it's one of the few times I ever bottomed. What can I say? -- rent was due." I paid careful attention. There had to be a reason he'd said it was 'important'. A really large darker-skinned man approached Houston outside of a barn. He was shirtless as well. "That's Aldo. He told me was Puerto Rican. We ended up dating a little after the movie was over." On screen,they traded blow jobs and then Aldo fucked him from behind. No condom, but lots of lubricant from somewhere. It was hot, but got monotonous after a few minutes. "This scene was short over the course of two hours because he kept losing his woody. But wait a few seconds. It was a close-up shot of Aldo's bare ass pumping vigorously into Houston. He was a vocal top and never stopped 'shit' and 'fuck'. "Right there! See how he pauses and squeezes his ass together? And then just keeps going? He'd already shot his load inside of me, but then a few minutes later, he claims he can't cum and is losing his boner. The director told him to take a break." Wow. I was having a hard time wrapping my brain around all of this. "Not many poz guys get the moment they were bugged on tape."

He just knocked on the door and asked to fuck his load in me! I was working from home when there was a knock at the door I opened it and stood in front of me was the 18 year-old fit Lad that had fucked me a few weeks before. He asked me if I was busy, as he really fancied fucking his load into me! I was a bit taken back by the sheer nerve of Lad but at the same time totally turned on thought he was looking on my door asking for a fuck. It helped that this lad had an amazing 9 inch dick and wanted to refill my hole so I was keen to have him inside me once again. I told him I was on a work call and asked if he could give me a few minutes. He agreed and I quickly changed into my jock and harness. My Cunt is always lubed and ready for action so once I was changed, I went back to the front door, wearing just my job jock and ushered him in. He kicked off his trainers and we made our way upstairs. I immediately assumed my usual position on all fours on the bed while he stripped off his hoody and jogging bottoms. He was stood there in just his black sports socks and a raging boner. He used his fingers to massage his foreskin and it showed strings of sticky precum Oozing from the tip of his dick. He was proud of his self made lube and wiped it over my hole before just casually gliding fully inside me. He went in deep, ball deep and then began his fuck rhythm, make the most of long hard strokes like a piston and carefully managing the maximum stoke length without pulling out. He grabbed my hips and pushed my ass down to ensure he had just the right angle to be getting deep inside. He fucked me real good, I would never have known he was just 18. Next he pushed me forward into the bed and knelt in the bed too ensuring he could get in deeper. He was fucking me hard and deep and every thrust felt amazing. At that point I could tell he was close. So, I told him how much I wanted him to breed me. That’s all it took and he pushed my hips down again for his maximum pleasure and unloaded his boi juice inside me. The horny fukka was done with my cunt and instantly pulled out to leave me dripping. He stood there with his cummy cock and slipped back into his jogging bottoms and hoodie and walked out telling me, I fucking needed that!

One of my first WS experiences was with my ex BF... I knew he was really into WS... we sucked and fucked and he bred my ass full of cum. After he shot his load he said he really had to take a massive piss. Asked me if I want it up my cummy hole? Told him yes. He told me go in the bathroom and bend over the toilet. I bent over the toilet and he slid balls deep in my ass. Said he is just gonna hold it in my ass for a minute because it's difficult to piss with a hardon. Eventually he was able to let loose all of his piss and I could feel my hole gettin really full almost bloated. He said just a little more and finished pissing up my ass. He said he wants me to keep his piss up my hole so I gotta start clamping my ass down on his cock as he starts to pull out. He pulls his cock out and im clamping down my hole. I kept all the piss in, but the pressure was really building in my guts. A few minutes later had to sit on the toilet and was a gusher of cum and piss. My cock was oozing precum the entire time.

God I wish I could swap places with Kenny and get stuck in that door hole getting fisted and ruined before Harmon abducts me and turns me into his mindbroken pregnant toy

To each his own.

None of that alleged communication between Johnson and his kid was ever proven, more like swept under the rug by a big fat broom. As I recall, when questioned by a reporter, Johnson sort of laughed it off, with some allusion to his right/duty to parenting. That said, the whole thing got swept deep under a thick rug, but it is moderately interesting that the Speaker and an account with a gay cruising app has surfaced. This makes it "ball two", regarding the subject. I'll take it as just a rumor, until it isn't.

My last load was a buddy who’s married with kids. I love taking his loads because I know he’s potent and fertile. It’s almost as satisfying as taking a poz load, for the same reasons.

Normal beautiful day right on the beach having breakfast in Nungwi, Zanzibar. Enjoying the morning breakfast and caught a married Italian guy checking me out, I nodded my head and smiled. Taking my time to enjoy the view and waiting to see what might possible happen. Suddenly, his wife stood up and left the table. When the coast was clear, he walked over with a smile, his big bulge was at my eye's level. I couldn't resist, nodded my head and stood up. Once arrived at the bungalow, closed the door with window opened. I pulled his short down to revealed a long and fat cock with tapped head, fat in the middle and narrow down to the base. Licked the dripping precum as he gripped my head tight and fucked my throat until he exploded the musky & salty seeds. He smiled from ear to ear and told me to keep licking his cocks and balls. Within 10 minutes the fat cock firmed up. I pointed to the bed, jumped onto bed with my legs in the air. He walked over, held on my ankles and slammed in one thrust and continued a hard fuck until the second loads exploded. 10 days vacation was well rested, used and fed each morning. The highlight was taking his delicious pee in the water each day.

It’s this scene from Breeding Season 2: [think before following links] https://classics.treasureislandmedia.com/scenes/boyfucking-2 The twink worked at a bathhouse I frequented about the time this was filmed and I had a chance to breed him. He was super experienced and receptive for a guy his age, and would stay to play after his shift was done.

Clearly you are curious enough to want to try getting bred. Your next step should be to get on Grindr or Sniffies and find an experienced mature top to “show you the ropes”. If he’s patient and takes his time…he can slowly open you (and your hole) up to a world of pleasure you haven’t even dreamed of. Make sure he takes his time, moving from tongue to lubed fingers to small toys before he pops your cherry-ass…and then enjoy the ride until his cock pulses and he breeds you deep. If he’s a big cummer you will feel a pulse of warmth spread in your guts as he unloads in your colon. Make sure you serve this man well, letting him savor your silky chute after he unloads and make sure to show off your little cummy dripping hole after he breeds you. Push his load out to show him your frothy cum-farts and he may want to finger your loosened ring and slick channel to give you a deep-fingering of that wet cunt. I love finger-banging a pussy-hole I just made wet and sloppy. Keep us updated on your progress!

Do I feel it when my hole gets bred? No. Not really. What i do feel and really enjoy is the cum dripping out of my hole and into my ballsack.

I love raw-only tops. make me take it all

Well bare is simply the best, the feeling, the sound, the look, the potend horny smells. I just love and only fuck bare. If a bottom wants me to rubber up before fucking him I walk away. I never ever have any condoms with me. These are my cock/bare fuck pictures.

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

I love having my top man play with my nipples. They are pierced with barbells and they are super sensitive. I also like it when my top man clamps my nipples with those alligator clips or hangs some weight on the bars or rings. I will swallow load I am given like an obedient slut. It hurt like hell when they were pierced as you can imagine having a steel bar shoved through them but once they healed they are bigger and more prominent and much more sensitive. Just walking around I can feel the weight of the bars jiggle them and they stay hard all the time.

I wanna be the next bottom this Daddy fucks in this place. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/62360/public-toilet-daddy-breeding-whore/

That was a good start and room for more of the hubby to try his luck at something kinky or the btm to feel the urge for more.

To me there is no point in fucking with a condom. It just feels bad for both the Top and bottom. Plus, how can a bottom get a man's sperm and DNA if they don't fuck raw? Fucking any other way is just not worth it.

Fuck yeah boy As a top I love collecting used condoms for my faggots. Feeding them or using them as lube before pounding them. Its the best lube before getting bred by fresh loads afterward

Had a small orgy in private after a bunch of public sex at Folsom St Fair. After taking loads and getting my throat used on the street we moved to a bar where I spent time on my knees. Then after sundown we headed back to a crash pad where I got used by a bunch of hung tops and versatile breeders who used my holes and finished in me that night and the next morning.

Love the feeling of being bred and cock most definitely has to go in raw and love feeling a raw cock go inside my hole to breed me and love the feeling of a cock right before it shoots a load of cum in my ass and feel cum go in my breeding hole and make it so wet and sloppy inside feeling like a good slut when fucked and bred with a load of cum.....❣❣

Rick had hardly known his dad, Frank, who had knocked up his mother when they were both 16 and they never married. When Rick was 20 he learned his dad was living in a nearby city and they reconnected. As they got to know each other, Rick was utterly shocked he found out was that his dad was gay, but certainly it made it easier for Rick to confide to his father that he too was gay. Eventually Frank (and his father's partner, Kevin), invited Rick to come stay with them. Rick asked if he could bring his BF, and naturally his father replied "No problem", so Rick and his BF Jess came out to spend the summer. When Rick and Jess arrived at Rick's father's place, Frank opened the door and Jess remarked to Rick that Rick and Frank looked very much alike like each other, and when he thought about it, Rick realized Jess was right: his dad was 36, lean and defined and Rick immediately started wondering if their cocks were also similar. Frank gave his son a bear hug and introduced himself to Jess, saying "I'm Frank and this is Kevin. Make yourselves at home." The first week went by uneventfully as they caught up with each other. During the second week when Frank and Jess had gone out to the store, Kevin and Rick were talking when there was a knock on the door and a guy delivered a package. Kevin told Rick that the package contained 'party favors', but that Frank didn't want his son to know that he and Frank partied, so Kevin asked that Rick not say anything about the package. Rick replied "That's crazy - we do as well" to which Kevin replied "Your dad would never do that in front of you....unless...." and then he started to laugh. Later Kevin told Rick and Jess his twisted plan, and Rick and Jess, being utterly twisted pigs, readily agreed to the plan. One weekend in mid-June Rick and Jess told Frank that they were going to take a weekend trip and would not be back until the following Monday. They left as planned, and shortly afterwards Frank and Kevin got out the T and started smoking to gear up for a long weekend. After about an hour Frank was flying, and Kevin took him into the bedroom and tied his hands to the bedposts, slipped a blindfold on him and said he was going to prepare a couple of slams. Frank lay there with a raging hard-on while Kevin went out of the room. Jess and Rick had crept back into the apartment and were waiting in the living room, like two hungry naked predators. They slipped in quietly while Kevin returned with the rigs. Kevin told Frank that he had a surprise for him, saying he gone online and invited two men over to play. Frank's dick started leaking with pre-cum in anticipation. Jess and Rick got on either side of Frank and tied a tourniquet around each of his arms, also tying themselves off, so they could slam right after they did Frank. Kevin followed suite. When all four guys were prep'd, Jess and Rick simultaneously stuck the needles into Frank's arms, slamming him from both sides. The rush hit Frank like a ton of bricks. He was so high he couldn't talk. At that point Rick pulled the blindfold off, and Frank looked up in his drug-induced haze to see Jess, Rick and Kevin standing over him, rigs in hand, ready to go. A portion of Frank wanted to protest, but he still couldn't speak and his dick and ass said otherwise. He watched as the three of them slowly inserted the needles into their arms and pulled back so that he could see their blood mixing with the Tina. They were putting on a fucking show for him. Then they slammed. Rick came around and stuck his dick into his father's ass and started to fuck him relentlessly. Jess slid his cock in Frank's mouth and Kevin went down on Frank's dick at the same time. As his eyes started to focus he saw that Jess had a biohazard tattoo right above his cock, and that Rick had the same. Kevin just grinned. Kevin was also poz but somehow Frank had stayed negative, thinking 'at least until now'. For several hours they all took turns raping Frank's ass, until he had three charged loads dripping out of his hole. Rick then went down between his dad's legs and felched his hole, sucking the cum out, then rising to his feet he leaned over his father, kissed him, and snow-balled the cum into Frank's hungry mouth. Rick looked at his dad, smiled broadly, and said "Happy Fathers day. Hope you like my gift." And then they were ready to go again.

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.

[Note: This story was inspired by an erotic cartoon] “Almost ready,” my wife whispered in my ear, as she led me from our bathroom into our bedroom. “Keep your eyes closed.” “Wait,” I said. “Do I hear someone?” “Trust me, Andy,” she replied. “I have a wonderful surprise for you.” *** It had started earlier in the evening as a game. Or so I thought. My wife had told me she wanted to dress me as a woman. Well, not just dress me – she used the word “transform” me. I thought it might be fun. A couple of weeks ago, after a few too many drinks, I had confessed to her that I had an inner feminine side and often fantasized about have sex with a man. Since then she had been teasing me about it and urging me to express my femininity. I have to admit it turned me on when she coached me to make womanly hand gestures or walk with a wiggle. Then tonight she announced it was time to try the next step. It started in the shower, where she helped me shave my body hair, including my armpits. Then she sat me in a chair to cut my hair. She likes to style her girlfriends’ hair so soon I had a pixie cut with ringlets on the side, all very cute and girlie. Of course, I had a raging hard-on the entire time, and since I was naked she could see it. Next she told me to dress sexy like I would if I were going to bed with a guy. She gave me a clingy black camisole top, a black thong, and black thigh high stockings. Finally, she produced a set of high-heeled black pumps. “I bought these for you, honey,” she had said with a big smile. They fit me perfectly. “Now for the finishing touches,” she declared. “Nails and make-up.” She had told me not to cut my fingernails for the past two weeks. She filed them into a rounded shape and painted them with her most trampy deep-red polish. At her direction, I had shaved closely just before we showered. As I sat on her make-up stool, she did my face, with base and shading, eye liner and mascara, and then red lipstick. “Wow!” she exclaimed when she was done. “You’re really quite pretty. Take a look.” I stared at myself in the mirror. I was amazed at how different I looked. I was utterly feminine and surprisingly cute. It felt wonderful but also kinda weird. My wife admired what she had done to me, “If we went out to a bar, honey, men would be hitting on you. I’m actually jealous of how sexy you look.” “You need some pretty jewelry, too.” She took off her wristwatch and told me to put it on. I admired the thin black leather band and small round face – it was unmistakably effeminate. Then she slipped off her diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it onto my ring finger. Our hands are almost the same size and it fit me perfectly. I felt so sexy! At some point my wife had closed the bathroom door. She instructed me to come with her into the bedroom, walking so my hips would wiggle just as we had practiced. Then she took my hand and told me to shut my eyes tight as we went into the bedroom. I heard the bed creak. *** “Kneel here by the bed,” my wife said. “I’m getting nervous,” I said. “Who is it? One of your girlfriends?” “Um, not quite. You can open your eyes now.” I gasped: sitting naked at the edge of the bed was a very handsome, incredibly well-built man, with a rope tatoo on his right arm. “Andy, meet Kyle from my office. You told me you’d like to try it with a guy.” She had often spoken about him as her gay office boyfriend. I blushed red with embarrassment but didn’t move. “A pleasure, Andy. Your wife’s been talking to me a lot about you lately.” My wife giggled. “You’re not angry with me, sweetie, are you?” Instead of speaking, I reached out for Kyle’s dick, which was already erect. I could see pre-cum glistening on the tip. I brought it to my lips and then swirled my tongue around it. Kyle moaned, I then opened my mouth and began to suck it as I pumped it with my hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw my wife’s pretty watch and the sparkle from her ring on my finger. I felt like such a cock teaser and loved Kyle’s reaction. “My, someone is very eager,” my wife chirped happily. “God, it’s so hot looking at you going down on him. You’re a natural at this.” It didn’t take long. Kyle was soon thrusting deeper into my mouth, hitting my throat. I gagged a couple of times but refused to quit. As his moans and grunts got louder, I knew he was close. I pumped his cock harder and suddenly he erupted into my throat. The taste was strange but I couldn’t seem to get enough. I tried to swallow it all, but some of his warm cum dribbled from my mouth. My wife leaned in close. “I guess you liked my little surprise, huh?” I didn’t speak. I grabbed her face and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She doesn’t like the taste of cum but I guess she was so into the scene she responded with a passionate tongue kiss. “I suppose I should be angry,” I said, “but I’m too horny to complain. Kyle, are you ready to go again? I need to be fucked.” “Not yet, Andy.” “Well, I can help,“ I replied, as I gently pushed him onto his back, my mouth poised again above his now-flaccid tool. I turned to my wife. “Honey, I want you to lube my ass. Use your tongue.” She chuckled. “Whatever you say, sweetie.” She joined us on the bed, kneeling behind me and spreading my ass cheeks. I felt her warm breath on my virgin hole and then her tongue started to work around it. It made me quiver. I placed my hands on Kyle’s thighs and again noticed how pretty they were with my red nail polish and my wife’s jewelry. I started to lick his dick and balls very gently, sometimes moving up to suck and nibble on his tits, which I discovered were very sensitive. In just a few minutes I was rewarded as his penis stiffened and stood tall. My own cock, not nearly as big, was hard as a rock, poking out from my black thong. “Good to go,” Kyle said with a big smile. I straddled his waist and lowered myself onto his thick cock. I winced at first when he hit my sphincter but I didn’t hesitate. After all, a woman has to be able to take her man without complaint! That’s what I wanted to be – Kyle’s bitch, my ass a cunt for him to use as he pleased. I felt myself open to him, and then an amazing warmth and fullness spread from my ass to my entire body. So this is what it feels like to be fucked! I had never experienced anything so wonderful. It was much, much better than when I was inside my wife. Soon I felt Kyle deep, deep inside me, as my ass resting on his pelvis. I had taken all of him. I whispered in his ear, “Kyle, I think I’m gay.” I didn't want my wife to hear -- I wasn't ready. He responded by pulling my face to his and kissing me deeply. My first kiss with a guy, and I knew at once it wouldn’t be the last. "Oh, yes," I heard my wife say. Then I began to move my hips up and down, pulling most of the way off his cock and then settling on it. I did it slowly at first, then I sped up the pace. With each in-and-out movement, I felt an electric shock that started in my ass and spread outward. My wife came close to my ass, staring. “Ride him, Andy. Yes. Just like that. Ride his big cock. God, this is amazing. He is drilling your ass. It’s so sexy.” But Kyle wasn’t able to get the leverage he needed to finish. Suddenly I felt his strong hands grip my waist and pull me off him. “Turn around, baby,” he ordered. “On your belly. Ass up, face down,” In moments he was behind me. He pushed his dick back into my gaping hole, meeting no resistance. I grunted at being taken so forcefully. Now he was in charge, setting the pace. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I said softly. Then, louder, “Fuck my ass. Fuck my boy pussy. FUCK ME HARD!” His weight pressed me down onto the mattress. His thrusts were long and deep, and his balls slapped my ass with each inward plunge. “Cum inside me!” I begged. My wife came around the bed, placed her hands on either side of my face, and looked into my eyes for a moment. I was in a world of pleasure beyond anything I had ever imagined. She kissed me passionately, and I think we both knew it was the last time. And then I felt it, an orgasm that began somewhere in my ass and spread thru my entire body. “Oh, my husband is having an actual sissygasm!” My wife was beside herself with what she had done to me. Only seconds later, I heard the satisfying sound – the deep, manly grunts – of a man cumming as Kyle reached his climax. There was one final momentary pause and then a series of pounding thrusts into my boy pussy. He collapsed on top of me. I turned my head to the side and we exchanged a deep kiss, our tongues dancing. “God, that was fantastic,” Kyle murmured into my ear. There was complete silence in the room. Slowly Kyle softened and finally slipped out of me. I felt empty and very wet inside, and then the odd but delightful sensation as his cum start to dribbled out of me, though I clenched my hole to keep as much inside me as possible. He held me in his strong arms. I never wanted him to let go. Finally my wife spoke. “You two looked so good together. So natural. Andy, I know that Kyle is single. You’re my husband, but I really you should be his boyfriend. What do you say?” I paused. I knew she was right. Our marriage was over at that moment. “Yes.”

When I top, I prefer a looser hole. If it's full of another man's cum, even better! Usually hen I top, it's at a play party or orgy, so the holes are all usually in various stages of "open". If they're leaking cum, I'll dive tongue-first an d slurp some of that nectar out - always makes me rock hard! I will usually replace it with mine.

This is a real life experience of mine that's pretty hot (at least to me!) on a number of levels - first it involves a military guy, a favorite type of mine; second it has a great (and ultimately harmless) revenge factor in it; and finally it took place in my early 20s and was my first encounter with doing T. Though my family was 4th generation New York City on both sides, my parents chose to move to the burbs 15 miles north of Manhattan before I was born (so of course, as soon as I went to College at 17, I went to a NYC university and moved myself BACK there!). Sometime around the time I was about 6 or 7, which would be 1968 or 1969, a feud among two groups of kids in my neighborhood evolved from screaming matches and minor mischief to an all-out "war" - of rotting apples no less - hurled with astonishing accuracy one late summer evening. The combatants included my older brother (now a police sergeant) and most of the other kids of the 13 - 16 year old age group. I was just an innocent by-stander who happened to be considered a prime target by the "bullies" my bro and his friends were fighting. Therefore, one of the toughest kids in the neighborhood, who was also an astonishingly good southpaw pitcher on the playing field, clocked me in rapid succession with an apple to the gut, and then one to the head. I went down like I was pole-axed, gasping to breathe as the wind had been knocked out of me... the result of seeing a little kid down and not breathing broke the battle up immediately and the "bullies" took off majorly chagrined. Within just a year or two, the kid who pegged me was shipped off by his parents to the military to get him under control... Fast forward to 1985. I had just finished a summer stock season and had 10 days before I was due at a regional theater in the midwest for a 5 month run. I had a guy subletting my apartment in NYC through 'til the end of that run, so I really couldn't go back to my apartment for the 10 days. My parents were cool with me staying in my old room in the 'burbs, so I was staying at the old homestead. I was horny - having lived in NYC since 1980 when I headed to college, I was used to sex anytime I wanted it - not just bars, but sex clubs, the Rambles in Central Park, the Trucks in the Village, bathhouses, the Y on 62nd Street, you name it. Back in those days even the burbs had gloryholes in almost every department store... so since I wanted sex and not chat with old buddies at the local gay bar, I popped over to the mall to see if there was any action. Sure enough, the T-room at Bamburgers was hopping - too busy to get anything done, really. I found myself cruising a real hottie - blond buzz cut, 'stache, mirrored sunglasses - screamed "MILITARY"! - and he was cruising me right back. With a jerk of his head to the door, he headed out and I followed. Out on the sales floor he says to me, "got anywhere to go?" and I told him no, I was staying with my parents for a few days. He laughs and says that he was in exactly the same situation! Both of us were very frustrated when he says, "you cool with doing it outside, so long as its somewhere no one could see us?". I told him that was great with me, lead the way. He had taken the bus, so we went to my car and I told him to direct me where we were going. Soon enough, we're headed down the main road my 'rents live on and I say "are we close?" and he said we were. I started to laugh and of course he asked why and I said, "because that green house up there is my parents house..." Turns out HIS parents lived right around the corner - I asked where we were going to play and he asked if I knew the path through the woods behind his house that led to an old cemetery. I knew it well and also knew the abandoned graveyard was not patrolled - it was an excellent suggestion on a warm summer night. He said he needed a few things from inside the house and I said I'd go drop the car back at my parents and meet him on the street in front of his house in five minutes. I dropped off the car and pulled my knapsack from the trunk, stuffing a picnic blanket into it, and returned to his parents house. He was waiting for me with a military rucksack, and I followed him along the side of the house into the back yard and on the path through the woods. There was a moon, so we could see, although everything was in stark contrast. I indicated his rucksack as we walked. "Military?" I asked. "Yep, army helicopter pilot on leave," was the response. "Damn hot" I told him. "You're pretty damn hot yourself, man" was his response. "You grew up to be real eye candy." I stopped walking for a second. "Wait a minute. Do I know you?" He started to chuckle, "I'm afraid you do, but you might not realize its me. I think I've owed you an apology for about 15 years...". And that was when I started to laugh along with him. "See," he said. "You do remember." "Kinda' hard to forget - you pitch a mean fastball..." "I pitch a mean fuck too, but I think I kind of owe it to you to let you start this thing on top..." "Damn straight, man." "Nothin' straight about it...". We both laughed. "So you're... John, right?" I said. "Yep," he said, "and if I recall, so are you?" I nodded as we both continued to chuckle. We came out of the woods at that point and came into the rear portion of the old cemetery. The land was cleared of trees but only a few tombstones were scattered around here and there - the main portion of the graveyard was up a 20 foot slope on the other side of the field. There were hundreds of monuments and tombstones and even a couple of crypts up there. We found a flat likely spot away from the path and screened by a few stones. I threw down the picnic blanket. I let him know that I had poppers and KY in my kit as we sat down. "Cool" he said, and pulled something out of his rucksack. It was a pipe made out of glass, and although I'd never seen one like it, it was not a pot pipe nor a crackpipe. He put something that looked like a big piece of road salt into it and heated it up from underneath with a lighter. "What is that?" I asked. "You not cool with getting high?" he replied. "No problem, I've done a bunch of different things, but what is that?" It being the '80s and having been a club kid all through university, I'd done pot, which bored me; and ecstasy, which made me throw up; and coke, which could be fun during sex, but damn expensive, and faded too fast. I wasn't interested in PCP or anything that would make me hallucinate, and crack was something I was leery of. He assured me it wasn't crack, it was crystal and after taking a big hit himself he leaned over and shotgunned it to me. The vapor was much smoother than any weed I'd ever had (I wasn't then and never have been a cigarette smoker) and it was easy enough to inhale from him. After I exhaled, he held the pipe up to my lips with the lighter underneath and told me to draw slow and steady. I did, amazingly not coughing like I would with 420, and after a few moments, exhaled a pretty big cloud of white vapor. "Excellent," he said. "Now take another big hit and shotgun it back to me." I did so, and the next few minutes were spent shotgunning hits back and forth and making out. It only took a little while for me to feel an effect and I thought it was awesome. "Fuck!" I said. "I thought I was horny before, this stuff has me ready to tear your clothes to shreds!" "Then let's get naked" he replied. We both started ripping our clothes off and tossing them aside - we were screened enough, and I was getting high enough that being totally naked where someone just might see us didn't concern me in the least. Turns out he had a great body (no surprise) with awesome pecs, with the right amount of blond fur all over. He was about two inches shorter than me, so about 5'10" but with that muscled chest he was a bit broader than my ripped but trimmer dancer frame and he outweighed me by probably 15 pounds. Our cocks were basically a match - average in length, but both fatter than normal and circumsized, though his ballsac hung down a LOT lower than mine did - I envied him that! Despite the tina, we were both sporting hardons. We did a few more puffs on the pipe while feeling each other up, then fell down into a 69, both of us sucking cock like our lives depended on it. I remember that cock being so amazing to suck and this went on for quite sometime, but I kept being distracted by little glimpses of paradise beyond his lowhangers. I came up for air... "Damn, I gotta get my tongue in your hole man...". "Yeah, baby," he replied. "Let's take another hit, then get your face in my ass and get it ready for your cock." Out came the lighter, white vapor curled, we puffed and shotgunned a few times and then he lay down on his back and lifted those legs. I pulled my poppers out of my bag. This was the real stuff in those days - amyl - and handed him the bottle. He took a big huff and passed them to me, and I took a huge huff as well. I got the top back on and slipped the bottle back in his hand just as they hit me and I went animal. I slid my knees on either side of him, pulled his legs way up and dove face first into that hairy hole. I was so intent on eating that hot manhole for all I was worth that I felt like I was shoving my tongue and half my head up his channel. He was nearly apoplectic with horniness as he thrashed and moaned under me, muttering "eat me man, eat me..." between moans for at least 15 minutes. Finally, I heard him huff the poppers and he said "Do it now man. FUCK ME!" I lowered his legs to my shoulders and dripped saliva onto my cock. No way I was stopping to find the KY now! He held the poppers under my nose while I did a hit, then returned the bottle to his nose while I slowly but steadily pressed into that butch butthole. Heaven. Between the poppers, the crystal, the fact that he was a hot military dude it was already one of my hottest fucks to date. That's when he pulled the final card. "Do me man! Fuck that hole. Punish me for being the fucked up bully I was to you. Take it out on my hole man - punish me good and make me your bitch tonight." THAT sent me into maniac mode. I literally roared (probably loud enough for some houses back in the neighborhood to hear if their windows were open) and WAILED on his hole. I fucked him missionary, I fucked him doggie, I pulled him onto my lap and made him ride me, then stood us up with his legs around my back and fucked him standing - which if I'd thought about it made us visible to anyone who happened to be cutting through the woods. We wound up back on the ground face to face when I finally blasted him full of cum, an orgasm that in my enhanced state felt like none I'd ever had before. "Now that was a grudge fuck for the ages, man. Way to go!" I remember him saying. "Let's puff up and then its my turn... you'll be amazed at the stamina this shit gives you." He put more rocks in the pipe and we puffed and made out and shotgunned and puffed. Then he had me stand up. "Show me that dancer butt you're going to give me." I turned around and heard him huffing poppers behind me then he grabbed my ass from his kneeling position and dove face into my crack. Locking my knees, I bent forward at the waist, and moaned as that tongue hit my hungry hole. I picked up the poppers and took two hits, closed the bottle then reached back and pulled my cheeks open further to allow his tongue better access. Then utilized my dancer's flexibility by wrapping my hands around my lower legs, sticking my head between my legs and licking and slurping on his balls and the tip of his cock. That set him off and he pulled away from my hole and hissed, "on your back, on your back, gotta fuck this ass...". Happy to oblige, I got on my back, spread and lifted my legs and smiled. He handed me the poppers, I hit them as he was spitting on his cock, and handed him back the bottle. His hard tool brushed my pucker as he took his hit and when the euphoria hit me I practically pulled him into me. No KY for me either, and I didn't seem to need it either (which was unusual for me, who topped way more than bottomed). His cock felt amazing, I'd never taken a cock so quickly, so easily and so comfortably before... the stuff in that pipe was freakin' awesome! He threw me an excellent fuck - as promised - and like I did with him, he changed our position a number of times. He got me back onto my back on the ground and skitched around to pull out the pipe and lighter and we traded hits with his cock still in me. When he put the equipment down he wrapped my legs over his back and leaned in and drove his tongue into my mouth, deeply frenching while he ground his cock in deep, slow, insistent circles in my willing hole and after a few minutes of this mind-blowing screwing, blew his wad into my butt and collapsed onto my chest laughing. When his cock deflated a bit and slipped out of me, he rolled over and got out the stuff to reload his pipe. It was obvious that neither of us was remotely close to being finished with this play session, just like he warned me. We puffed some more and then he smirked at me, "so both our slut holes are full of manjuice just waiting to be licked out man... up for it?". Hell yes I was! We each took a hit of poppers and threw ourselves into a violent anal 69 driving our tongues as far into each other's hairy hole in order to find the nectar there. We were both insane with lust, and loving every minute. We went on for a few more hours, fucking, sucking, rimming, 69ing and each dropped another load or two in the other's willing hole when we realized we probably should draw this to a close. It had to be around 3AM. We packed up and started walking back through the woods. As we walked I thanked him for bringing the pipe and told him I thought it was incredible. "That it is," he replied. "But I gotta tell ya' there's a bit of a downside. You probably won't be able to sleep tonight, but you should lie down and relax anyway... and you'll likely still be horny as hell in the morning. What's your day like tomorrow anyway?" I told him it was totally free and he smiled. "Excellent. I think I know a way we can continue this later... give me your parents number" (Remember, this was before cellphones). He turned aside to go into his house and promised to call me around 11AM. I got home and tiptoed up to my old room, where I basically lay on the bed tweaking my nips, jerking my cock or fingering my hole. It all felt just fine. Just after 11 he called and said he'd "figured it out" and to pick him up at noon at his parents. We drove back to the mall and he had me head to the area where the buses came in. A few minutes later, a bus pulled up and among those getting out was another military looking guy who I was told was coming with us, and that we had a room waiting at the Holiday Inn around the corner. His friend got in the car and introductions were made, and we laughed over us being, John, John and Sean. Sean was a square-jawed soldier, african-american taller than either of us but slimmer in build. While Sean and I stayed in the car around the corner from the office, John went into get keys. He came around the building and signaled us the room number. We waited for him to walk to it and open the door, then I parked and we went over to the room. I pulled my trusty knapsack with me and both of the guys had their rucksacks. Once in the room, John explained that Sean was also on leave, was a fuck buddy of his (though very carefully for both, as they were in active service) and that when Sean was home on leave, he was the one that could supply John, and now us, with those magic crystals. Sean had a water pipe with him which he loaded up and this was even smoother than the small straight pipe John and I used the night before. We puffed and puffed and shared smoke and the clothes came off... Sean proved to have another toned military body, and was pretty much hairless except pubes, eyebrows and head. His ass was beautiful and his cock was long and thin, definitely longer than either John's or mine. We got higher and then got to business, Sean's cock and ass proved as tasty as they looked, and what followed was an awesome three way where each one of us was fucked by each of the others, rimmed and sucked by each of the others, filled with cum by each of the others, and generally had an awesome chem-filled fuckapalooza. Though I had DP'd before as a top, and did so for both of these guys too, I had never had two cocks up MY butt at the same time... but after Sean pushed a few crystals up mine and I huffed on the poppers, I soon was sitting on two soldier's rifles at the same time... freakin' amazing! I was seriously glad that an older buddy had taught me how to be a good fisting top when I was 19 because at one point I had the two soldiers in front of me, on their knees side by side, while I had my whole hand and wrist in each manhole. It was truly awesome. I had done threeways before this in my young life, but none this hot. We played until Sunday morning, when I need to get home and they needed to get ready to finish their leave. Never did get to see either of them again, but DAMN, what a hot weekend, and what a great way to get back at a bully!

What you probably mean is Consensual 'Rough/forceful perhaps even violent 'sex. Like you want your lover Dom lover to beat you up, slap u, punish you etc. If you consented to these things it can no longer be rape or abuse, as you consented to it. You cannot consent and not consent to something at the same time.. For e.g. you cannot have bareback and condom sex at the same time. Your lover either wears a condom or barebacks, but cannot do both at the same time! Ergo, "CNC" or "fantasy rape" does not exist in the real world. It is an interesting concept like Time Travel; but doesn't exist int our present world, as it exists. Words have meaning. If you want to call your walk around the neighborhood block, a preparation for the next Olympics, Marathon or Sprint, by all means do so but don't expect anyone to affirm your statement as true or believe you. I concur fully.

Greetings all, sorry that life and commitments have gotten in the way of keeping this story rolling. Summer has a way of just taking off with travel and events, but thankfully chapters have continued to develop even during the time away. Also, an acknowledgement before we continue: a big thank you to Viking8x6 for alerting me that I was beginning to run afoul of some boundaries set forth for the forum. With his assistance, we modified the last two chapters to bring them in-line with the rules. The events haven't changed, merely the dialogue has been toned down a bit to keep the story in a state where it can continue to remain shared with all of you. Apologies to anyone who may have been offended, as a writer it's sometimes easy to get carried away with the creative juices and venture into that gray area. With that said, we pick up right where we left off... ------------- "Mmmmm..." G's eyes rolled back for a moment as he relished the feeling of his thick, uncut piece hilted in my sloppy ass. Slowly he began to pull back and then slide in, a gentle, rhythmic fucking. I knew with him having cum three times already that this one was going to take a while. "I really do love the feeling of your ass, seeing you lay there taking my cum," he said softly. "A large part of that is probably because of how much you remind me of my time with Paul. Though I was where you are now when I was with him." It dawned on me that this was more than just a random fuck in the woods. Through me, he was reliving memories of his sexual past. I suppose in some circumstances I would feel the butterflies fluttering about my stomach, flattered speechless by this compliment. And yet my mind was still racing to process what had been revealed to me over the course of the last hour. Or was it two? How long exactly have I been laying on this tree taking loads??? I've always thought I had pretty good stamina when it came to sex, but I don't think I'd even made it four rounds in a session, much less taking a seventh load before the last 24 hours. Yet he had a steady, driving motion going on. My body sliding up and down gently on the bed of our clothes as the cum from four different men lubricated my ass walls. Poisonous cum. It was hot; not just warm anymore, I was physically feeling the heat. Oh yeah, he was talking to me, wasn't he? "...bent over, he slipped in me pretty easily. He must have had me pegged from the moment he saw me. Hey, Reid, you okay? You look a bit out of it." His voice carried a little bit of concern. And truthfully, while I didn't feel great, I wasn't quite sure how to answer him. He slowed his thrusting, and reached up to touch my forehead with the back of his one hand. "Oh, my. Well, I think I know the problem!" He almost seemed to say it with relief, and just the slightest hint of a smile. He resumed his thrusting, though more determined this time. "How about I finish up here and we get you home. Pretty sure you're going to need your bed very soon." He was a man on a mission, firmly intent on planting one more load of his noxious cum in my ass before we left. His meat was hard as steel, almost painfully stabbing the depth of my colon with each full extension in. The slapping of his balls on my ass fell away and I knew they had drawn up; time to release! I braced myself. Only this time, rather than slam deep and inject as far inside me as he could, G just kept right on fucking as his load erupted from his weapon. Another 4-5 good shots of cum entered my ass, being immediately churned in with all the other cum remnants. His breath was ragged, but as he slowed his thrusting and began to regain his composure, he reached down to his left and pulled up the backpack he had brought with him on this little excursion. He took out a small towel and as he slowly slid himself down and his semi-hard cock slipped out of my ass, he used the towel to wipe himself and the area around my hole. He reached down and gently scooped up some of the cum pile that had formed on my shorts, on which my ass had been resting. He fingered it into my hole slowly. I was about to release my legs which I had been holding there the whole time, when he put a hand on mine. "No, just wait one minute," he said. He reached down into his bag and at the same time reached between my legs and pulled my hard cock up off my abs and pulled it back to point to him. He took the first two inches into his mouth, and with his tongue made a slow push into the opening of my foreskin and gently circled my very sensitive head once. I felt something pressing into my ass and as I exploded into his mouth I felt something even thicker than G push in. Suddenly my ass clamped down as if nothing was at the opening but something was deep inside. As my cum continued to flow into G's mouth, I realized he had plugged me. I shot probably a good 6-7 ribbons into his mouth, less than I had put in his ass a little while ago, but still a decent load for anyone. He didn't swallow, but instead began to pull the plug back; my ass didn't want to let it go though, so he gave a couple quick tugs to get it to begin its exit. He didn't allow it to come the whole way out, but instead he leaned down and allowed my load to fall out of his mouth onto the plug. Using his fingers and an in-and-out motion with the plug, he worked my own load into the gaping hole I had given over to him. With my load in, he again pushed the plug in firmly but slowly until I felt that familiar clamp down of my ass. I knew I was loose, but that plug was big enough to make my ass lips work how they were always meant. He braced my legs and allowed me to release them, gently lowering them down past him and to a dangling position either side of the log. He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up to him, my head stopping about 6 inches from his. "Are you okay to walk back down the mountain?" "I think so. Where's my stuff?" I asked. G realized that what I would realize was my fuck flu was quickly setting in, and I had become a bit disoriented. Unremembered by me, he pulled out a spare set of clothes for both of us (clearly he had to have planned on us meeting again to have a set that fit me just handy in his bag!) and helped me pull the t-shirt over my head and arms. He did the same with a spare tank top of his own. He unstraddled the log, and then helped lift me up as my right leg wobbled in its attempt to join its left-side brother. He gave me a hand, and I felt the discomfort of the plug stretching my ass and pushing my colon further to the side than it was meant to be. We managed to get my legs side-by-side, and he helped me step into a pair of shorts and slide them up me. In short order he had a pair on himself, and with our footwear on he finally gathered our soiled clothing bed and threw it in his backpack with his towel. We made it down the trail slowly. Every step uncomfortable for me with the plug inside, yet G patiently helping me on the way. We got to the bottom and he guided me to his Jeep, correctly assuming I wasn't in much shape to get back under my own power. He pulled out his phone and typed a bit as I felt the cool air from his AC kick in; he had fired it up knowing I was extremely hot. I remembered his phone buzzing and the Jeep starting up, and with that and the feeling of an ample butt plug deep in my ass, I passed out.

As gay men the sheer bliss of butt fucking brings to our consciousness that we are doing what we are meant to do in life and affirms our sexuality. Just as straight men will say ( or write) that they looked at their wife in the eye and knew she was the one, as a gay man during butt fucking I feel like I am finally a complete person. Being gay often sets us apart - especially those of us who grew up in homophobic situations; and we often, I know I do, have doubts about what is right when it comes to sex. The bliss I feel during gay sex affirms to me, that this is the only way I was meant to have sex. I am a vers bottom and tend to cling to my top. I do feel like he is my man, though I don't feel like a woman necessarily. I feel like my top is an evolved man and I am in some kind kind of evolved female space/energy in my body when I get fucked.

I'll take you along. and breed you in front of others; then inviting others to breed you too. I'd be the perfect POZ Daddy enjoying my sleazy son being enjoyed by others!

I tricked my father into letting me suck his cock through a porntheatre gloryhole. 32 times.

I hadn’t been the best brother in the world to my sister, Jane, since our parents had died three years earlier. My life was hectic and I travelled plenty which meant it was rare for us to actually be near each other long enough to meet up. I did talk to her by phone often especially after her divorce as she had struggled for a number of years with Ethan, her teenage son. When we eventually arranged to meet, it was over the coming weekend as I’d not seen her or Ethan since our parent’s funeral. I knew Ethan had just turned 18 but when I finally laid eyes on him I was really shocked. Not in a bad way, in a very, very good way. First I should say I’m 42, gay and had definitely been the black sheep of the family. I am also HIV+. My sister was four years younger than me and had married young and to her school sweet heart Jamie, who, after several years, turned out to be a right fucking cunt. They’d had one child, Ethan who it seemed had, in recent years, had been bullied by his Dad for some unstated reason, and his mother had had to keep the peace. I encouraged her to boot the bastard out, which she eventually found the courage to do. My life revolved around work but I was also constantly and insatiably hungry for cock. I didn’t mind where and who (so long as legal) and the more at once the better. I don’t know who had knocked me up but I’d been living with HIV for 10 years now. I had kept myself in shape since my teens and still had a reasonable six pack and good definition. I also kept my body smooth and luckily had yet to find a grey hair so I did look younger than my age. When I spoke with my sister, I invited her to stay with me in my London flat for a few days so we could catch up properly. When she arrived, I had a very pleasant surprise as she was accompanied by Ethan. The original plan was that he would stay with friends, but apparently his plans had changed, and truth be told, my eyes must have been out on stalks because Ethan had grown into a very good looking teenager. He had short blonde hair, a bit of a nice tan too. Blue eyes and perfect white teeth. His smile lit up his face which frankly, was absolutely beautiful. My ex-brother in-law was a cunt but he’d sired a very hot young stud. I embraced my sister and shook Ethan’s hand and welcomed them in. Considering I’d not seen them for so long it was like we’d not been apart. My sister was keen to chat but I had to admit I found it hard to stop staring at my nephew who besides being very eye catching had removed his jumper to reveal well defined arms which clearly belonged to a toned body. I knew it was wrong but my cock was semi hard and my mind playing out all sorts of scenarios. I don’t think I was imagining it either but I was getting a few glances from Ethan too. We sat in my large lounge with its views over the Thames, drinking wine. Jane had commented how her ex had maltreated her, when Ethan chimed-in with the blunt statement “He was also such a cunt to me." “But why?” I asked looking at both of them. I never liked Jamie at all to be honest but I never saw him as particularly evil and certainly not to his own son. Jane shifted a little not saying anything but Ethan looked me in the eye, answering “He found me making out with my boyfriend." I was a little taken aback, to be honest I had no idea Ethan was gay but I looked at my sister who just nodded back. I guess the family gay gene was alive and well. “So he’s a homophobe?” I asked “Too right he is, the wanker” Ethan replied with clear hatred for his father laced in every word. “Oh Ethan, he just didn’t know how to deal with it” Jane began but Ethan got angry and glaring at his mother, “And beating me with his fists was his way of dealing with it?” he retorted. “What?” I interjected angrily. “He didn’t mean to," Jane replied, glaring frantically at us. Ethan, however, interrupted with an emphatic “Mom, he did it to both of us. Stop making excuses for him.” Ethan was very agitated by now. I looked at them both as tears poured down my sisters cheeks and her son sat red faced and fuming. “Okay, guys, time out,” I said in my best management style. “I didn’t know all of this Jane. You should have said something,” I started. Jane, however, correctly reminded me “Why? You were never around for us after Mum and Dad died. You were off on business while I had to face it all on my own,” she managed between sobs. I couldn’t argue with her. She had a point but it had brought the afternoon down to a shitty low point. “Okay, well, look, let’s start anew. I’m here now,” I said smiling at both of them. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening catching up, with the tone lifting considerably. I cooked them both a nice meal and by the time we were ready for bed their moods had been totally uplifted although, I couldn’t help notice the many times Ethan had touched my hand, arm, back and yep, even my ass. My flat only had two bedrooms so I let Jane stay in the guest room and I handed Ethan a blanket and pillow, pointing to the couch. “Trust me it’s comfy, I’ve slept on it loads” I said. He thanked me and took them and I left him to retire to my own room. It had been a long day but I still couldn’t get my sexy nephew out of my thoughts. I stripped, climbed into bed and turned on the TV,choosing to stream some hot twink/daddy porn in which a hot lad was taken roughly by a hard daddy type. I watched for perhaps half an hour, slowly wanking my rock hard dick when I heard a faint knock at the door. Turning off the TV, I rose out of bed, pulled-on my robe, and opened the door, honestly expecting to see my sister but there stood my nephew wearing nothing but his briefs. He was stunning. Teenage six pack and perfectly defined body which was completely hairless. “Uncle, can I talk to you?” he asked at the door looking at me pleadingly. I looked at him for a moment before realising what he’d said….”Well, errr yes, sure come in,” I replied. He came into my room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I stood with my robe open and I could see he was checking out my defined muscle chest. “What do you want to talk about Ethan?” I asked also finding it hard to not look at his perfectly defined upper body and perfectly clear skin. “I err,” he began looking down at the floor, “I know you’re gay too” he started. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about being gay. Mum wouldn’t talk to me and Dad would just shout at me,” he continued. I watched him with a mixture of utter lust as well as feeling terribly sorry for him. “Can I talk to you about my feelings?” he asked finally looking up at me. I smiled back at him and came and sat down next him on the bed, put my hand on his. “Of course Ethan. Anything you want," I replied in as even a tone as I could manage. He looked into my eyes and smiled back at me. “Is it true you are HIV positive?” he asked. I hesitated momentarily before answering, “Yes.” He looked at me for a long time before speaking again. “Will you breed me?” he asked. I was totally shocked to be honest although I was also excited too. “Ethan you’re young. You don’t want HIV…. not to mention I’m your Uncle. What the hell would your mother…. my sister say?” I blurted back. He stared intently at me, seemingly not at all embarrassed. His right hand moved and rested on my leg. My rock hard cock actually twitched. “Uncle, I like older men and I only like to fuck raw. I know I'll eventually convert, but I'd rather get it from a man I like and trust, and who I think is hot,” he explained. I didn’t reply straight away either. I stared back into his eyes and my lust was beginning to overpower my shock. My extremely sexy nephew wanted me to breed his cunt with my seed. The irony being I was actually having a few problems staying undetectable at the moment so my seed was pretty deadly right now. “Ethan you’re extremely hot, I can’t deny it but you’re asking me to infect my flesh and blood,” I finally replied. A smile broke out in Ethan’s young beautiful face. He leaned slowly forward to me until our faces were millimeters apart and moments later we were kissing passionately. I couldn’t help myself. He was exactly the sort of twink I’d happily fucked and infected in the past, but this time a family member wanted my deadly seed. I wrapped my hands around his body and pulled him to me and within minutes had one hand down his briefs and feeling his quite thick and substantially rock hard cock. He may have been 18 but he seemed very experienced and forward. I guess no different to how I was at his age. Eventually we broke off the kiss and I pulled my robe off so he could see me naked. He stood and dropped his briefs to let his thick eight inches swing free. He was stunning. I knew I would be ploughing him for hours to come. Luckily I’d had my bedroom sound proofed as, having had many a naked slut tied to my bed, screaming while I’d inflicted my particular blend of depravity on him, I decided discretion was prudent, so I had spent quite a bit of money to ensure the outside world was unaware of my play time. So, I knew I could fuck Ethan without his mother hearing anything but still the electricity between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced: I would convert my nephew and what was more, he wanted it. I pulled him back on to me and our naked bodies wrapped around each other as I reached down to probe his smooth asshole. Ethan was happy to be led by me and clearly was the subservient type which suited me perfectly as our tongues once more probed each other’s mouth. I forcefully pulled him up and fully devoured his cock as he groaned to my touch. I sucked him for no more than five minutes before he began to groan, cumming hard into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his load. As I expected, his cum was delicious and plentiful. I smiled, devouring my nephew’s first load. Young pups cum quickly but often which pleased me. I forced him round and he fell down on my cock as we now 69’d. He devoured me rather expertly for a teenager and I rimmed his smooth mancunt getting my tongue deep inside his lovely hole, followed by a finger or three. He moaned as I invaded him for the first time and his expert ministrations blowing my cock was getting me so horny. The need to pump a load into his negative hole was paramount. After ten minutes I pulled him forcefully round and we kissed hard again as he straddled me. My cock erect and now against his ass cheeks. Pushing him off me finally, “You want my toxic load Ethan?” I growled staring into his eyes. He didn’t even pause, “Yes Uncle, breed me. I want you,” he whispered back. I didn’t need asking twice and with his help my cock was now at his hole and Ethan began to push back against my cock. He was well lubed by my saliva and my cock easily began to slide into him. He began to inhale hard and groan as my thick member stretched him wide. He rode my cock like a pro. Clearly he knew how to bottom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as we fucked. I thrust up to meet him as he rode down on me. His body was absolutely stunning and involuntarily I reached up to twist his nipples which, of course, only made him fuck me harder. He was making a lot of noise as we fucked and even though my room was sound proofed I pulled him down to kiss him and silence him. My dark desires were starting to come out and I gripped his throat and squeezed hard. Some guys panic a little and find it too much but Ethan seemed to like being fucked hard and never once stopped me from throttling him as I fucked his ass. The more he moaned the more I squeezed his throat until he couldn’t breathe and he seemed to love every minute of it. I pulled him down on to the bed, positioning him on this back, and fucked him missionary. His eyes were fixated on mine, connecting at a primal level. He was delicious and the thought of converting him with my positive seed excited me far more than some anonymous fuck I would have otherwise met at a bar. “Breed me, Uncle,” he kept moaning as I rammed his cunt. I could feel my seed beginning to boil and very soon I knew I was close. “Do you want my seed you dirty little cunt” I growled as I felt my orgasm building. “Yes sir” he replied staring up at me. I was close but I felt Ethan actually clamp down on my cock as my cum exploded inside his negative cunt. Groaning loudly I pumped my deadly load inside him as Ethan pulled me down kissing hard, my cock twitching as it continued to pump seed in him. “Oh fuck” I moaned, the realisation that I’d just dumped a high viral load of cum inside my kin suddenly dawned on me. My nephew seemed almost joyous though and while we kissed all he could do was grin, “Thank you Uncle” he moaned. The damage was now done and I began to relax and felt it my duty to make sure he converted with someone he knew. We kissed for many minutes and even though I’d cum my cock remained hard and still inside my nephew. “Have you taken positive loads before?” I asked eventually breaking the kiss. “Yes, I’ve been cruising since I was 15 and I know I’ve taken undetectable loads before, but I know you are poisonous at this moment,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “And how do you know that?” I asked a little taken aback. “You told me on BareBackRT last week,” replying with a big grin. It suddenly dawned on me what he was talking about. I regularly hook up with guys on BBRT and just recently I’d been talking to a guy without a profile picture who said he was chasing and I told him how I loved to breed guys with or without their knowledge. I’d also said I had an infectious viral load right now, “You are Chaserboy?” I asked starring into my sexy nephew’s eyes. “Yes. You’re not mad are you?” he replied looking a little afraid. I paused a moment then a grin split my face and I forced my tongue back into his mouth. “No Ethan. I’m glad I could help you out,” I finally replied. We spent the next couple of hours fucking several more times. I also spent some time scratching his asshole, with the intent of ensuring he converted. After pumping my third load inside him with Ethan riding on top of me like some wild banshee, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies sweating profusely, breathing hard. I looked over at the clock. It was nearly 5:00 AM. “Listen Ethan you’d better go back to the lounge to get some sleep,just in case your mother gets up and finds you missing,” I suggested, staring at my sex crazed nephew. This had been a fucking awesome visit and I suspected I’d be using his body as my sex toy plenty more yet. I particularly wanted to explore his tolerance to pain. To be continued……..

Part 22; *My Master's permanent Gono infection* 👺 I stayed on all fours for a few more minutes; Grunting, groaning, and rocking my hips as my Master's filthy toxic Demon seed that overpowered and consumed me continually leaked out. By now a massive pool of the stench-ridden oily Hot Demon slime had collected between my legs onto the black marble slab. And my NEED to enjoy it to it's full potential overpowered me, so, without any instruction or hesitation, I on my own accord shuffled forward on my hands around two steps worth, pushed up onto my heels, then pushed again until I now lay on my back, literally now bathing in disgusting -t☣️xic-6-Demon-6-filth-6. The scratches on my back began to sting which did not stop me in any way shape or form from wriggling about! I scooped up as much as I could in both of my hands, and was stuffing it in my mouth like I had not eaten for weeks! I then put my hands behind my knees so as to support my legs in the air, allowing more EVIL poz filth to flow from my cunt. During this time Usher continued to flog my boyfriend, and our Master simply stood there, enjoying the show! 😈🐐 After much more Diseased-Demon-cum had leaked out I let my legs down and proceeded to repeatedly scoop it up, frantically smearing it all over my body, whilst alternating between wriggling on my back, turning over and wriggling on my front, and getting on all fours and lapping up the Deep-Green, oily, Bitter fluid. Normally I shy away from bitter tastes, BUT, this was pure heaven, and I thoroughly enjoyed each mouthful I swallowed as it slowly travelled down my throat and into my stomach. My Beast maneuvered himself so he was now standing sideways to the mirrored wall, and the opposite wall (St Andrews Cross) wall, and in the middle of the plinth length ways, and a third way in width ways. - Charlie. Stand up. I stood up as instructed. The distension has gone down considerably, seeing me regain my balance. Sir was instructed to bring me to our Master with me facing him, and on my knees. Although I had regained my balance, the marble slab was now very slippery, and of course, I still could not see a thing through the zipped up eye piece on the hood. Once I was kneeling before our Master, Sir was given further instructions. - 'L', I want you to know go to in front of the cage which is in front of the Cross, and I want you to as I said earlier draw in red chalk on the floor a large reversed pentagram, large enough for MY boy here to lie inside. - Hail Master. Yes Master. I heard him walk down the wooden steps from the top of the marble plinth to the floor. Then, I heard Master instruct me to unzip the eye portion to the rubber hood I was wearing. As always I did as I was told. Once unzipped I got my bearings, then looked up and for the first time saw him with his Goat-head up in flames, and his eyes glowing with their Molten-Lava colour. His intoxicating look saw me instinctively reach behind myself and proceed to finger fuck my swollen, bruised, leaking, bloodied, loose yet still very eager cunt. I was fast becoming super aroused that I very quickly began a combination of intertwined heavy panting, and whimpering. As I stared up at him, I in a frantic manner, and almost unintelligible and without making much sense, said; - Oh Master, Fuck, yes Master, Oh Master, Oh Fucking hell, Oh please, Oh please, Yes, YES, I need it, I NEED it ... Suddenly his upper arm thick musky black slippery EEL Dick bounced up to a right angle to the plinth, so it was now right in my face. And from his 1" diameter urethra I saw this brown foul smelling brown discharge leaking from his thick Demon shaft. I knew it wasn't his cum. It was a different colour, consistency, and smell. It looked like PUS!?! - Master what is that coming from the end of your Dick? - That is my permanent G☣️no infection, Charlie. FUCK, I NEEDED me some of that! And, I knew exactly how, so, I had no time to lose before I got a full on erection. Standing up I took my now semi erect Dick from my sexy shiny metallic red jockstrap, and shoved it in his pus leaking urethra, grabbing onto his slippery thick Demon Dick, pulling it back and forth with my Dick inside, gradually swelling as it stretched his urethra. With my neg Dick very soon fully erect I needed something to grab hold onto so I could give a good firm fuck! I reached up putting my hands into my Master's Beast-Goat Head of flames, and grabbed hold of his horns. Bizarrely my hands did not burn. I knew and felt that I was now being protected from stuff like that happening. I looked my Master straight into his glowing Demon eyes, and with my hands locked on his horns I commenced giving his infected urethra a good firm fucking. I turned my neck to the left so I would now be looking at my boyfriend. - PLEASE Charlie, let's stop all this now and go home. This has gone on long enough! Way too late now ... Way too late!! I responded with an expression in my eyes (that poked through my red rubber hood) that was of pure lust for an eternity of depraved filthy action, and my tongue hanging out with the intertwined heavy panting, and whimpering continuing. My Master took the opportunity of my gaping mouth and his serpent tongue gave a thorough probe of my larynx, as he also vigorously fucked my cunt with one set of sharp claws. It wasn't long before the birds outside began to chirp. Which meant daytime was imminent. My Master would be needing to go to his lair in the basement until the following nightfall.