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Chapter 4 ——- Ant ———- I woke up late, like I always seem to do. I really should stop staying up so late playing fucking video games. But man they are so addicting. I hadn’t feel asleep till the sun came up and only got like 4 hours of sleep. Buck and I closed the store last night and managed to get all our prep for today done, so at least I didn’t have that to make up time for that along with being up late. Buck usually opened the shop since he was more of the early bird but today was his off day, I think he also had a doctors appointment. So that left it to me to get us open and going. I climbed out of bed, naked because who da fuck wears clothes to sleep? I went into my bathroom and took a fucking good piss!! I mean you could hear the stream but the bowl a block over. My dick was half hard from that good ol morning wood so I had to be careful to angle my stream right. If only I had a cute guy to feed this piss to I thought to myself as my dick got harder while still pissing. That cute new boy, what is his name??? Jacob, that’s him, I’d love to piss on his pretty face. But I could tell Buck wanted the boy, so I’d let him get first dibs. The time on my phone said it was 9:30 so I had 30 mins till I need to be at the shop. Just enough time for a quick wank in the shower. I turned it on and let it warm up as I slowly stroked my dick. I played with my curly black pubes and cupped my balls, which weren’t big but a good size. Plus they always shot gallons. I climbed in the shower and started stroking my dick. I was somewhere around 8.5 to 9 inch long and had a decent thickness. All the guys and girls seemed to love it in their holes and loved that I was uncut. I silently thanked my dad for making sure I remained intact. I pictured the hot chick I fucked and nutted in a few nights ago as I pulled my meat. The warm water raining over me. Stroking my dick harder and faster as my balls swung between my legs. I shot my massive load against the shower wall as I recalled her moaning as she was creaming on my dick as I unloaded my seed in her. Fuck I shoot a huge load, then and now. Good thing I got my boys snipped, I refuse to use condoms or pull out but I don’t need no kids. I went about my showering and shaving and oral care before getting out and drying off. My dick was still hang half hard as I stood naked in front of the shower. I just turned 35 but I still had a good fucking body. Full six pack abs, great muscle definition while not being over muscly, good arms and shoulders, and the perfect amount of hair in just the right places. I silently thanked my pops again for all the genetic blessings. I looked at my phone and saw it was 9:50 and almost lost my shit. I threw on a pair is pants, one of the shop T-shits, some socks and my work shoes. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and motorcycle helmet as I was running out the door. I guess I am going commando today I thought as I locked the front door. I bought a house next to Buck two years ago and was still in the middle of remodeling it, so with my garage full of building supplies my poor BMW R 12 had to sit outside under and overhang. It only be a few more weeks though, I was almost down with the last room, the kitchen from hell. I jumped on the bike and hit the road. Luckily it was a 5 min ride to the shop. I was pretty sure Trevor and the new kid, mmm that’s right Jacob, would be there when I got there. Sure enough as I pulled up to the parking lot Trevor was sitting against the hood of his rebuilt El Camino talking to Jacob. The kid had taken my advice. He was wearing jeans and the shops shirt along with some new slip resistant shoes. I been trying to make Buck make those shoes a requirement but no luck yet. At lease this kid had the sense to listen. I got out and looked for Jacob’s car thinking he had parked across the street on the free city lot our customers used but there were no cars there. Then I saw what had to be his bike in the bike rack. It was older but looked well maintained. Must be good exercise, but damn that’s going to suck when it rains or is cold. “Good morning boys!” I said as I took of my helmet. “Sorry I am cutting it so close, had important things to do.” ”Yea like play on your computer with some person halfway around the world till 4 am then over sleep?” Trevor said as he poked me in the side. That damn kid knew me to well. Well kid to me with him being only 24. He had worked with us for 2 years now. “Hey bro, don’t be telling my secrets to the new guy!” I said as I playfully pushed him, though not moving the pre verbally brick shit house that he was an inch. ”Good morning Jacob, you will be the nice one right? Won’t pick on poor ol Ant?” “I would never think to sir, I mean Ant.” He said while smiling at me and Trevor’s usual banter. “Thats a good boy!” I said as I brought him into a shoulder hug. I walked us to the back door and I let us in, closing and locking it behind us. “Well let’s get to opening. I will help you both get set then I am going to start on that damn paperwork since Buck is out today. But I will come out to help if we get busy.” We got to work and I made sure both boys were set up before I went to the office. Jacob really had caught on fast so I trusted him up front. Trevor was the best pizza maker of all of us, so I didn’t have to worry about him on bit. Around 11:30 we started to pick up. I had thankfully finished the paperwork and had the deposit ready. I threw it in the locked desk drawer and went to help. For the next 3 hours we were running busy, even busier than what was normal. I had been jumping back and forth from the front and back of the shop helping where I could but both of the boys really showed up and rocked it! After we calmed down around 2:30 I went up front to talk with Jacob, after I had fist bumped Trevor for his good job. We were talking when I squatted down to grab something under the counter and heard my jeans rip. The whole enchilada was hanging out, my balls and dick in the wind. I looked up to see if Jacob saw and he was looking at me like a deer in headlights. Poor kid. ——— Jacob ——— After work last night I was super excited I had got on permanently. Mom was surprising home when I got there but so was Ralph. He wasn’t going to dampen my excitement. I told her all about my new job as I started making dinner. She helped me a little as we talked. While Ralph sat in his recliner watching some dumb show and scratching himself. What a loser. His ears perked up when I started to talk about what the job paid. I knew better than to be honest about that with him around. Mom wouldn’t take advantage of me but if Ralph knew my full earning he “convince” her to up my rent or somehow get more out of me. I told the a version of the truth. I was making minimum wage (leaving out the extra $3 and hour) and that I would get a share of the tips (leaving out that it was an equal split and how the customers all seemed to be generous tippers going by today’s tips). It was already decided I’d pay $500 a month for rent and another $50 for my part of the phone. They decided I would pay half at the beginning of the month and the other half at the middle. As I put the plates on the table Ralph told me he hoped I got good tips or got paid before the first because the first $275 was due then and not a day later. I just nodded and keep my snarky response to myself about how we’d save more if he stoped wasting his money at the bars. As we ate I got another lecture about how this responsibility would be good for me and help the family as a whole. Then Ralph and Mom changed the conversation to some boring topic I tuned out. I was making my plans in my head. I’d get up early in the morning, go to a credit union I saw near the pizza shop and use part of my tips from today to open an account. Then I go to the box store not far away and use the other part to get some slip resistant shoes for work. I was pretty sure the tips wouldn’t be this good all the time so I planned to save every penny I could of what I did earn so I could possibly get out of here in a few months. It’d have to be a cheap small apartment, but I needed away from Ralph before he could try to milk me dry. I cleaned up and mom helped me put away left overs and with the dishes. It was a rare night she got to spend at home and I enjoyed talking and chatting with her as we worked. Ralph was back in his chair dozzin away with a beer in his lap. I said good night to mom and went to my bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. It took a while of watching my show to fall asleep since I was still wired for getting my job and the possibility of freedom from Ralph it gave me. I woke up to my alarm at 7:30 not realizing I had fallen asleep. I didn’t have time to jerkoff so my hard cock would have to wait. I got dressed in my work clothes and a pair of sneakers. I also grabbed a back pack I could use to carry them when I switched to my new work shoes. The process at the credit union went quicker than I thought. Jenna was the person that helped me. She was very nice and got me set with the perfect kind of account and even got me a prepaid credit card. When she heard my goal was to move out and get my own place she explained that the card would help build my credit which I would need to rent a place. She suggested I put some money on it each check then use the card to buy stuff. That way my credit would go from nonexistent to something I could use to get an apartment. Next I went to the box store and got a pair of the slip resistant shoes Ant suggested. They were a little more pricey then my normal store brand shoes I got, but they looked like good quality and I knew form yesterday I’d be on my feet pretty much all day long and running around a lot. I changed into the shoes on a bench outside the store and put the old shoes in the box and the box in my backpack. I’d also had a few snacks from home that I could eat if I got hungry. I didn’t figure they fed the staff every day like they did yesterday. I got to the pizza shop right at 9:40 but I didn’t have to be there till 10. I locked my bike up then waited. My eyes caught the logo as I stood in front of the shop. It was really cool. A red and black scorpion. The tail in position to strike. The details were intricate. It was a really cool logo. Not for the first time I wondered how they came up with the name “Scorpion Pizza”. I knew it must have something to do with Buck since Ant had called him Daddy Scorpion yesterday. But I figured if they wanted me to know they would tell me. I wasn’t going to rock the boat by peppering them with to many questions that I really didn’t need to know the answer too in order to do my job. I was pulled from my thoughts when a very cool restored El Camino pulled up in front of the shop. Trevor rolled down the window and told me to meet him beside the building in the employee parking. We greeted each other and then he explained that we came in the back door when Buck or Ant got there. We were talking about how he had restored his car when Ant came flying in on a really cool motorcycle. I wasn’t an expert or anything but it sounded and looked great. After some joking between the guys we got into the store and started our day. To my surprise Ant was leaving me up front by myself. However, I choice to see it as a vote of confidence. We got busy around the same time as yesterday and keep busy. Ant was back and forth helping us both out. I don’t know how he was able to switch from the two and able to keep so on top of everything. After it had calmed down and Ant had helped Trevor recover he came up front to talks with me. I was so proud when he told me how good of a job I had done. He said I was a natural, which made me go pink in the checks. Then I went bright red as he squatted down to get us more receipt tape and his pants ripped. His big dick and balls popped out and were hanging there. They were the same light brown color as the rest of Ant. Expect the head of his dick was a dark pinkish color. He had a bush of curly black hair above his dick. I had seen guys naked before in the shower when I swam. And guys always rough housed and play around half naked after meets. But I’d never seen one like this out in the open and swinging free. Or one that seemed to be so big while still soft. It was shocking and making me horny as fuck at the same time. Ant looked up at me and realized I was seeing all his family jewels. He gave me a lopsided smile that looked to say sorry about that and was about to say something when a voice interrupted us. “Now Ant, do you really have to show all the new guys your big dick within a week of them starting here? And up front where the customers can see? You are going to make them clutch their pearls and run away!” I looked to the door where the effeminate voice originated. A man looking it be in his early 20s stood inside the front door. He looked to be of Asian decent and had a very twinky build. He was dressed in bright pink pants and a black shirt. He had his nails painted and was carrying a red purse like bag. That’s when I noticed his shirt had our logo on it. I turned to see Ant standing up and tucking what he could of his massive cock, which I swore looked like it had grown semi hard, into his ripped jeans and covered what he couldn’t with his hands. “Now Lance you know 90% of our customers would tip extra for this show.” He laughed and Lance joined him. “Hey Jacob, I am super sorry about that. I was running late and didn’t put on underwear. I didn’t count on a crotch blow out. I really hope I didn’t offended you.” He said looking at me a with sincere and concerned look. I wasn’t about to complain about seeing a big hog like his. What gay boy would. But I wanted to keep it professional, so I replied as calmly as I could while hoping my boner wasn’t showing in my pants. “It’s no problem man. I was in sports. I have seen dick before. It was a surprise but hey it’s all good!” “It’a good to see you hired a boy with sense.” Lance said now next to us. He had come through the door and around the wall to join us by the counter. “I am Lance, I was the new guy till they hired you. Been here almost a year. If you need anything just let me know. Here give me your phone and I will add you on my insta.” I could tell Lance was 100% himself and unique. I was pretty sure he was a wild soul, but also someone that once they were your friend they were for life. I handed him my phone unlocked and with the app open. “Nice to meet you. My name is Jacob. It’s my second day. I appricate all the help I can get!” “The kid is a natural, he has picked up the front end better than you have at a year Lance.” Ant teased Lance and shoulder bumped him, keeping his hands over his ripped jeans. Though one of his balls had fell out and he didn’t seem to notice. “Well then it is a good thing I am the kitchen bitch. I know you think Trev is king back there but I am the true Queen around this kitchen!” Lance proclaimed. ”Now wait one damn minute there Lancy, you wouldn’t beat me at making pizzas if I had one arm tied behind my back.” Trevor said as he walked around the warming shelves to join us. “I can make pizza better and faster than anyone here besides Buck.” He stated then busted out laughing when he looked at Ant and saw his predicament. “Dude showing brain to the new kid on day 2? Damn Ant! Also your right ball is still sticking out!” Trevor said failing to hold back his laughter. “You and your kitchen queen can both shove it. I can’t help my pants ripped. I am going to go see if Buck has any pants or shorts in the office. Lance help restock the pizza stations then Trevor you go on break. Jacob hold down the fort up here of a bit.” Ant said regaining command of the room and calming the laughing fits all three of us were having. When he came back up front Ant had a pair of very short black shorts on. They didn’t leave much to the imagination. I could see the outline if his dick as he walked. “We have Lance and Trevor through dinner rush then Trevor is going home. Kenny, our other employee, will be here at 4:45 to work the close with Lance. I am going to leave it up to you. You can stay through the dinner rush and help Kenny up here or go home when he gets here. Which would you like to do?” “If it’s ok with you I’d like to stay through dinner. I mean if the other guys don’t mind. I mean I need the hours.” I told him honestly. “Yea that’s fine. We will be busy tonight so the labor won’t hurt us and the boys won’t care. I think Buck finished the schedule for next week for me to double check and post tonight so you will have that to go by soon. But since we still have a few days this week we will just play your time by ear. You can stay till after the dinner rush, then tomorrow you can come in at 11:45 to help with the lunch rush.” I told him that was prefect and thanked him for the hours. He said that he was going back and to do inventory for a bit and that Lance and I could handle it for a while but if they got busy Lance would get him. As he turned and walked away I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. It was so nice!! I snapped out of it and got back to work. I got the counter area straightened up, helped a customer then went back to the kitchen to work on folding pizza boxes where I got to chat with Lance some more. To my surprise another pizza was made for the workers to share. —— Ant—— I left Jacob up front and Trevor was pulling out a large pizza he had made for us all to share. Lance had taken over the pizza station. With everything in hand I need to relieve some horniess I had since that sexy boy Jacob has ogled my dick earlier. I have a huge exhibition and voyeurism kink and him staring at my dick had started making me hard. I went to the stairs by the back door and walked down to the basement. The door at the bottom was locked, which I opened with the keypad. We didn’t use the basement for any work stuff. It was just cinder block and concrete floors. There was also a small 2 piece bath down there. I turned on the light and they glowed red. The king bed was up against one wall. There was a watch chair catty corner to the bed. A table and small dorm fridge sat against another wall. The wall opposite the bed had a tv mounted on it that turned on with the lights. Within a minute or two the porn last was playing started to play again. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed on the bed. The sheets were clean, we had a rule whoever uses it last puts fresh sheet on after they are done. I started to stroke my dick to its full hardness as I watched the porn. Some twink boy taking a daddy dick and the top had a bio hazzard tat. I didn’t want to be pozzed but I loved watching that shit! Hearing them beg for it. I was startled when the door to the basement opened and closed. Trevor walked to the bed from the door stripping his clothes off as he walked. Only Buck, Jayden, Trevor, and I knew this room was down here and had the code. Kenny and Lance, though true scorpion boys, haven’t been initiated down here yet. Trevor had his dom look on. He was the always easy going, jokester, gentle giant (by muscle not height) guy. But when he fucked he was a dom top. The only person that had topped him was Buck. He lifted me to my knees putting us face to face. He took my face in one hand as he wrapped his other around me in a tight squeeze. Then he kissed me, hard! We made out as his hands roamed my body. He started to finger my hole as he continued to make out with me. Stoping to put his fingers in my mouth so he had lube to continue fingering my hole. He pushed my head down till I was face to face with his fat dick and angry purple mushroom head. He was only about 6.5 inches long but had one of the thickest dicks I had ever seen. He had a tuffed of bright red hair above his crotch. His body was rock solid and built. He had been competing in natural body building since high school. The man had more muscles than anyone else I knew. As I took him in my mouth, struggling to open wide enough for his girth, I saw the matching scorpion tattoo that all the scorpions had. His was on inside his left hip joint, right in his lower V line wear the posing speedo would cover it. I was already hard but seeing that made my uncut dick start to leak. He gave me very little time to adjust before he started to throat fuck me. He put his meaty hand behind my head and force fucked my throat. Making me take every inch. While he continued to reach behind me and finger my hole. “Fuck yes slut, choke on that fat poz dick! Little neg slut is gonna get my toxic seed! We are going to test you prep slut!” That made me moan around his dick as mine continued to leak. He slapped my ass hard definitely leaving a hand print on my asscheek. Then he did it again and again. The pain turned to pleasure and I continued to moan. “Ok slut it time this poz dick gets in that fucking neg hole!” He said as he pulled me off his now spit covered dick and picked me up and threw me in my back. He pulled my legs over his shoulder as he lined his fat poz spit covered dick up with my hole. That big purple mushroom head dripping charged precum onto my neg hole. Trevor spit on his dick head and my hole then shoved it in to the pubes in one go. I cried out in pain and pleasure. It was a good thing the basement was sound proof. He had me moaning and begging for his dick as he pounded my hole. I was typically a vers top when I fucked with guys, but since the first time I meet Trevor I knew he was meant to drill my hole. And he has often since he joined the shop. I was the first person he bred after he got his positive test result and I have taken hundreds of his charged loads since. ”Damn that hole was needing this slut. It was too tight. You haven’t taken my poz monster in a while. That’s too long slut!!! I am going to dump a huge toxic load in that neg ass!! I hope you prep works slut” His dirty talk and dominate fucking made me shoot hands free. Spurt after spurt of cum covered me and the bed. I shot an even bigger load than the one I had in the shower this morning. “Damn right slut, cum from my massive poz hog! Fuck that hole is so tight!! Fuck I am gonna nut in you!! Fucking take my goddamn poz babies!” Trevor roared as he buried his fat poz dick balls deep in my neg hole filling it with is tainted cum. He collapsed on top of me where he started to make out with me. After we had regained our composure, we cuddled naked together in the bed. He was great at aftercare. We changed the sheets and got dressed. Before we went back up stairs I had to drop most his load in the toilet. I couldn’t have them leak out without underwear in the middle of the dinner rush. We got upstairs just as Trevor’s break time was ending. He went up to the kitchen and started working at the second pizza as he ate a slice of the sausage pizza he had made. I took a slice of it and went to actually do some inventory as I need to get a supply order in eating the pizza as I worked. Kenny had come in while I was getting the order together. Between the 4 boys I didn’t need to help with the rush. It was very busy but they handled it no problem. They worked together like a well oiled team. I would have just gotten in the way. I ran the deposit to the bank for after hours drop and then got back to the store as the rush was ending. I posted the schedule for the next week. I had already split the lunch cash tips so when I got down with the schedule I split up the dinner cash tips and gave Jacob and Trevor their share then had them clock out and go home. The enthusiasm that Jacob showed even after a full, and very busy, shift was refreshing. He beamed at the money I gave him like it was a million dollars when really it was only around $250. He again took the time to say good bye to everyone. I really believed he was going to fit in here well. I overheard Trevor offer to take Jacob home in his car. It was raining and his bed could carry Jacob’s bike. It made me happy to see the boys bonding. I checked with Lance and Kenny to confirm they were good for the night and made sure they had the prep list. I told them to call me if there were any issues. I let them know Buck had texted me that would be in at 10:45 to lock up and help close down. He’d get their tip shares to them before they all left tonight and lock up the shop money in the safe before locking up the shop. I said my goodbyes to them and headed home. Luckily the rain was light. I got to my place and parked my bike. I made my way into the house to eat some leftovers from the night before. I got on my computer and fired up my game. I sat in my gaming chair with a towel under me to catch Trevor’s poz babies that were leaking from my hole as I played. I had to tap out and go to bed at 2 am, which was way early for me, but I was exhausted. I passed out wondering how long it’d be before our new boy Jacob would have Buck’s poz babies leaking from his tight boy hole! ——————— I think this chapter turned out pretty hot if I do say so myself, haha. I hope you all really enjoy it. Thank you all for the positive feedback!!! Next chapter will come soon.

Were back with a third perspective, hopefully you all like it haha Part 3 The Bear A few months passed since I had that Boi gang raped. I couldn't stop watching the videos of his safe married hole being violated. I wondered if the gift took, if i successfully currupted him. I just wanted to use that hole again. Horny I hopped on sniffies, looking for a hole to slut, when I saw his profile again. Im in luck I thought. So I shot him a message. "Hey boi, it's been a while how are you holding up?" "Im sorry who are you?" Nice he doesn't recognize me, I can use that. "Oh I was the guy who helped you and your husband bring your fantasy to life." "Your the one who did that to me? Thats so fucked up. It took a month before I was able to bottom again not to mention the scare of taking so many anon loads! I can't believe you did that to me" Oh hes madder than I thought, but I'll be dammed if he thinks im not gonna get into that hole again. "Im so sorry boi, your husband told me thats what you both wanted, he said you would be there and that you wanted to try being a cumdump. If id had known I would of never done it. " "Really!? He told you that? I can't believe him. He told me he had no idea that was going to happen." "Yeah im sorry boi, thats the only reason I even knew you were there. We met at a bar and he told me what you guys were planning, that he would love for me to get there first and open you up. He even made a post with the pictures he told me to send him so you could get even more loads." "That mother fucker . . ." "Hey don't be to hard on him, it was fucked up what he did but you two were trying to try new things right? Can I make it up to you? Id love to take you out for a few drinks as an apology." "You know what, yeah id love that fuck him" I can't believe how easily he bought all that, now to start the real plan. Getting his ass breed repeatedly and making sure the gift takes. I told him to meet me at my favorite bar tonight, a seedy little spot people only go to get fucked up and fucked. I reached out to some top buddies that I have a hole for us to share and to be there. I also reached out to my buddy who's the bartender/owner there. Let him know I have a boy coming tonight that will need the G special and all night access to the dungeon. He excitedly agreed to have everything ready. Well it was time to meet him at the bar, I grabbed my supplies, my tightest leather cockring, a vial of my potent special "lube" and a couple specially prepared condoms and headed out. When I got there things were in full swing I saw signs for a special event. "Conversion party". Hell yeah my buddy really knew how to draw in a crowd. I saw a few guys that I knew and told them what I had planned, I also asked them that they put on a show in the dungeon to get him in the mood later tonight, and that id let them breed him as a reward. They were all for it. About an hour later i was sitting at the bar drinking a beer and noticed our boy of the evening walked in. He looked extremely nervous and even more fuckable. Wearing a tank top and gym shorts. I waved him over and he sat right next to me. I told him how happy I am to see him and gave him a hug, winking at the bartender as I did. I told hik his drinks were on me and he ordered a long Island, unknowingly with a shot of G. We sat and just chatted for a while, he finished his drink and ordered a new one. He was really starting to open up now, so I moved the conversation to the cruising spot situation asking how he felt about it. He told me how he wasnt expecting to do any of that, that it hurt but the poppers helped. He admitted that he looked back on it and found it hot. He just finished his second drink and said he needed to use the bathroom. So I told him id show him where it's at. We headed to the bathroom and it was clear he was pretty wasted now I helped keep him steady by putting my arm around him giving his ass a good squeeze which made him let out a moan. When we got to the bathroom we could hear someone fucking in a stall and I could tell he was curious. He walked to the far end urinal and dropped his shorts a bit so i could see half of his ass he was clearly wearing a jock strap, I went to the stall right next to him and undid my button and zipper pulling out my semi erect dick already strapped with my cock ring. We releaved our selves and I caught him staring at me. So I gave it a good shake bringing him to life getting harder. I saw his eyes getting huge, so I told him he could touch it if he wanted. He wasted no time grabbing it giving it a few strokes making me drip some precum. I slid my hand down his pants feeling his hole which made him let out a moan. I pushed his shorts down and they fell to his ankles. I told him he could give it a taste if he wanted he hesitated but after a little more probing at his hole he gave in and bent over. He quickly got to work sucking me while I fingered his hole, he didn't even notice that the guy in the stall behind him had finished up his buisness and was now watching me finger his hole, he got behind the boy and started jacking off hard. I grabbed the back of the bois head and kept forcing him deeper. Our spectator wasnt going to last long I could tell he was about to cum so I motioned him closer to the boys hole, grabbed his dick and lubed him with his own precum. With one hand I jammed the boys head balls deep I could feel his nose in my pubes. Woth my other hand I aimed the strangers dick at his hole and when I felt him tense up I pulled him into the bois hole, the second his tip touched his hole he instantly started shooting spurt after spurt directly on and in his hole. He kept pushing in but the boi snapped out of it and started to push him off. He managed to get himself off my dick and said "you gotta use a condom if you want to fuck." He didnt even realized he already took the load, the guy shrugged and walked away leaving me his load to finger in. Another guy came in but this time he noticed and stood up pulling up his shorts. He let out a laugh and told me he had no idea why he did that. I winked and told him he should see the rest of the bar. He was pretty excited about that asking what else there was. I told him it was a surprise. We headed back to the bar and I told my buddy we were gonna check out the basement dungeon. He gave me a smirk and handed me a coke for the boi. Which he downed no problem. We headed down and we could hear moaning. When we went inside there was just 1 dim red light barely giving you enough light to see, as we walked around he he saw a guy on a fuck bench and another on a swing. Both guys were getting fucked hard. He was clearly mesmerized and horny watching. I asked him if he saw anything he wanted to try. He told me he was interested in the bench but there's no way he wanted to be in the middle of the room like that. I told him there was just the thing for him. I led him to the back where there was a small maze like structure. Once we were back there you could hardly see. He was telling me how turned on he was that he didnt know there was a place like this. It was clear the G was kicking in because his speech was starting to slur. He asked if there was a spot he could lay down for a bit and I motioned him to crawl face down on this reverse gloryhole. The board was just long enough for him to lay his upper body down which slid thru a hole so all that was visible was his ass. I asked him if he was comfortable and he said yeah, that he was just gonna lay there for a second. He was out the G did its job now the fun can really start. So I stripped him of his shorts and slid them thru the hole then I strapped his ankles into the locks at the base and cuffed his hands under the board. So even if he woke up there's nowhere he could go. Then I slid into his hole with ease. He had no fight in him what so ever. I really started to rape his hole hard and loud, drawing in a crowd. Which just turned me on more I started shouting that im about to poz this hole up. That hes such a slut. There was a guy next to me jacking it hard, saying he was about to cum, so i pulled out and let him cum on my dick and his hole and fucked it all in. This sent me over the edge and I bred him deep. Then I pulled out my phone turned on the flash and recorded as I pulled out of his well used hole making sure to capture the cum running out of him. Then watched as the next guy lined up and started raping his hole. I was spent and went to head back up to get another drink and I noticed the dungeon was packed. He had twice the crowd of his first gang rape. There's no way hes leaving here neg. When I got back up the bar was pretty empty now I guess they were all on the dungeon, the barkeep put the cameras on the TV screens so anyone sitting at the bar could see the rape on his hole taking place. In just a short amount of time he was bred by at least 5 different guys. I decided there was one more thing I had to do, message his husband. So I shot him a text. "Hey just checking in on you, I feel bad about what I did to you guys but you seemed to really like fucking a well used hole. So I have a hole here that wanted to get slutted out come on over hes taking it all night. Wear a mask if you do tho it's being filmed" Then I sent the address and the video I took breeding him. I told him to just ask the bartender where the bottom is. I had another drink to recover and watched the action unfold. Its going to be a good night. i thought and headed back down to work that hole some more. End of part 3. Let me know if your still interested and if I should make a part 4. Wasn't quite sure how to end this one haha

Chapter 3 ———- Buck ——— I woke up around 7 am and rolled out of bed. Thankfully we had got all the prep for today done last night before close. That allowed me to sleep in this morning instead of having to get up at 5 to be able to get my morning workout in before going to the shop. I walked naked through the house to the kitchen, my fat poz dick swaying as I walked. I turned on the coffee machine, a pod thingy or something my brother got me as a housewarming present, and put my coffee mug in place. I walked over to the fridge and got the creamer out. I mixed my creamer and coffee the I stood in my little dinette cubby where my bench table sat looking out on the back yard. There was a big picture window that I loved to look out of in the mornings. My neighbor, an older gay man named Wayne, was out in his back yard working on his flower bed. I only noticed him when he waved good morning at me. I just so happened to be scratching my balls when he did. I waved back, knowing he didn’t care about my nakedness. He’d let me know many times he’d let me fuck him. He was a good looking older hairy daddy bear but he was married and like with the scorpion boys I keep to my no fucking people in relationships rule. I went to the bedroom and changed into my gym clothes. In my spare room I had set up a small home gym. I spent the next 45 minutes working out followed by a 30 minute run around my neighborhood. When I got back to the house it was 8:45 and I need to grab a quick shower and get to the shop for the interview with sweet Jacob. As I washed my body I was happy with what I saw. Before I left the grind and opened the shop 4 years ago I had never had time to take care of myself. My body had stated to show the neglect. Now though, the shop ran smooth and left me time to get back in shape. I thought I was in good shape for a 35 year old. I didn’t have ripped abs or a killer V or anything like that, but my stomach was flat, my love handles were minimal, I have a good chest and arms, and the rest of my body was built proportionally. I got out of the shower and dried off, skipping the shave for the day. My jet black hair was a mess as usual, so after I threw on some jeans and a shirt, I put on a hat so I didn’t have to mess with it. I got my socks and shoes on and was out the door at 9:05. As I parked in the small employee lot by the building I saw Jacob ride up and put his bike in the bike rack. He didn’t notice me or my truck as he walked up to the door. He was wearing pair of khakis (that showed off his high and tight butt) and a blue polo. I walked up behind him and almost instinctively put my hand on that sweet ass but instead I rested it on his back giving him a scare. Luckily he recovered pretty quickly. I got us in the door as we greeted each other. I gave him a little tour of the shop as we walked to my office. I could tell he was nervous. It made him even cuter. I offered him some water to help calm him down and started the interview. He was just as polite as when we meet. Answering all my questions honestly. He also seemed to be smart and personable. I could tell from some of his answers that he really needed a job. I also felt that maybe his home life wasn’t that great. However, now wasn’t the time to get into that. It didn’t seem as it would affect his performance, so it wasn’t my business (yet). As we were finishing up, I heard Ant come in the back door along with one of the scorpion boys and our main pizza maker, Trevor. They were talking and caring on. ”Well Jacob, if you are in agreement I’d like to offer you the chance to work today. It be a kind of probationary shift. You’d get paid for it, minimum wage plus a split of the tips. You’d work with the shop’s manager Anthony at the counter. As long as there are no issues we can talk about you joining us permanently after your shift. What do you say?” “Yes Sir, that sounds great! I’d love a chance to show you how good of a worker I am.” He replied eagerly. Every time the word Sir came out of his adorable mouth my dick twitched. Hell I had been semi-hard and leaking as he sat across from me being all sexy and not knowing it. “Good. Also, just call me Buck. We aren’t that formal around here.” I said to him then holler’d out the office door for Ant. “Hey Daddy Scorpion what’s with the yelling?” He asked as he walked into the office. He froze just a bit when he say Jacob then looked at me and a chesire smile spread across his face. “Ant, I want to introduce you to Jacob. He is the person I told you about yesterday. He will be doing his probationary shift up front with you today.” “Nice to meet you Jacob. I am Anthony, but call me Ant. This lug gave me the title of manager, but really I just keep the ship floating when he isn’t around.” He said as he reached out and shook Jacob’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you Sir!” Jacob replied as he stood to shake his hand. Someone taught this boy manners. “I told you call me Ant. No need for all that sir shit.. I mean stuff.” He told Jacob then turned to me and asked. “Is he done in here? Or do you need him still?” “I will send him out in 15 mins. I need to get his employment documents and stuff done. Get him a shirt from storage too please.” Ant nodded and left us. I got the forms we used, just the basic one required by law. If he was hired on and made it past 90 days there were other stuff of PTO and insurance, but we didn’t need to do that now. I also got a copy of his license and SS card. Once that was all done, I sent him out to the kitchen to find Ant. I had to adjust my dick as he walked out of the room as I couldn’t keep my eyes off his ass. I shook myself out of it and turned to my computer to start my daily paperwork. ———— Jacob ———— It took everything in me not to jump and run in excitement as I left Buck’s office. I couldn’t believe after all these months I was one trial shift away from a job. A much needed job!! I was so nervous when we started the interview but Buck put me at ease. With in minutes it was like talking to a friend not a potential boss. The interview though didn’t help reduce my crush on Buck at all. He was still sexy as heck but his reassuring and supportive personality made the crush worse if anything. Then I got to meet Ant. He was sexy too! He was tall and had to be at least 6’3. He was thin, but not skinny as it looked like he had some muscle on him. He had light brown skin and he wore his hair in braids. He has very soulful eyes and a devilish smile. Did only hot guys work here? As I walked out of the office in search of Ant I found him helping another hottie with some racks of what I assumed were pizza dough. The man he was with was jacked. I mean almost body builder big. He had red hair and blue eyes. Was shorter than me, probably around 5’8. ”Jacob, come over here and meet our pizza maker extraordinaire, Trevor.” I walked over and shook Trevor’s hand expecting a strong crushing grip. But while it was firm his grip wasn’t domineering. I got the impression he was a big teddy bear right off the bat. “Nice to meet you!” he said with a big smile. I got the impression he was the quite strong protector type that you didn’t want to make mad. We parted with Trevor as Ant led me to the break room. There was a black shirt in my size and a name tag laying on the counter. Ant told me to go ahead and change shirts. He explained the shirts were the only real dress code and that if I joined the shop I’d get several more. He also suggested that I wear pants or shorts that I didn’t mind getting flour on or greasy. His last dress code suggestion (but seemed more like a best to have) was to get slip resistant shoes because working in kitchens could be dangerous in street shoes. He continued to talk to me as I pulled off my polo and put on the new shirt. I had spent all high school in changing rooms so the brief exposure of my naked chest didn’t bother me. Plus, since Ant didn’t seem to be leaving or react to me changing I figured it was what he expected. We walked through the kitchen where he pointed out the pizza tables, the ovens, and the cut table with the pizza boxes. He showed me how the pizzas were put in the warming station between the kitchen and the front counter, turning on the warming tower as he showed me. He explained the opening counter staff was responsible for that. Up front in the counter area it had a few soda coolers to one side, the front the warmer and their doors, and a small table against the wall. Under the counter were all sorts of supplies. Think Printer tape, bags, napkins, paper towels. There was also a safe under the counter just to the right of the where the cash register sat. He took me through the steps of turning on the register and getting everything set up to open. He got a cash til out of the safe and had me count it and put it in the register. Next I got a brief over view of the phone system and we did a few practice orders. He also showed me how to check the status of orders in the register for when people came in or called to check. While a lot to remember it all seemed well planned out and easy to follow. When I asked about deliveries he explained we only did carry out with the exception of a very few VIP customers. Ant then went into a speech about great customer service and high quality being what we strived for! That we wanted to make our customers happy by any reasonable means. We didn’t take shit for Karen’s, but we also didn’t discount our customers feeling and experiences. The store was a success because of our good reputation and our loyal customers. His speech was very moving and inspiring. I assured him I would strive to meet those expectations. Which seemed to make him happy as his smile returned and we continued our opening work. As we went to open the front door I noticed we already had 5 pizza warmer bays with green lights, which meant they had orders that were ready. When we got back to the counter Ant put a small one side flyer with the menu on it beside the register for me to use instead of looking behind me at the wall menu. We pulled up the order log that confirmed we had five orders ready all for 11:10 am pickups. The bell over the door rang as a middle age man walked in. He was our first pick up. Ant walked me through the process and we had in out the door in minutes. But 2 more people were waiting behind him. For the next 2 hours it was almost nonstop. I was either greeting people and handing out pizzas and soda, or answering the phone to take orders (though most order seemed to come through online), or taking orders at the counter. I’d of never guessed how busy this place would be from how small it was. After the rush was over Ant and I cleaned up and straightened the counter area. Next he took me back with to the kitchen him while he covered Trevor’s break. Since we didn’t have an order he took me to the storage room to show me where to get restock for supplies. He also showed me the cooler in case I need to help get anything for the pizza tables. We then went back to the kitchen and I was put on pizza box assembly duty while he made pizza orders as they came in. I continued to assemble the boxes in between guests. Trevor was gone about 30 mins when he came back and took over the pizza line. In the lull I also helped Ant do prep (veggies, meats, cheese) for the line. Around 4 Ant sent me on a break with a couple slices from the pizza that he’d made for the three of us. The pizza was delicious! It was your normal run of the mill supreme pizza but the quality was so good! No wonder the place was so popular! I got my phone out and turned on the show I was watching and continued to watch my pizza. Hoping I was doing a good job so far. I hadn’t seen Buck since the interview. But I’d heard him helping Trevor during the rush. His office door was open and he was not there when I walked to the break room. He must of had an errand to run I guess. ——- Buck ————- I kept any eye on Jacob and Ant as they interacted and worked together through the lunch rush. As I helped Trevor using the second pizza station, I would snoop on them as they worked. Jacob seemed to be a natural. It only took a little instruction and encouragement from Ant and in no time he looked like he’d been doing it for years. He was very good at customer service as well. He handled 3 of our regular customers that could be demanding with ease. As we slowed down I told Trevor I was going to run today’s VIP delivery. He pretend pouted a little and tried to get me to let him do it while I covered the orders. I whispered in his ear that the new boy had me hard half the morning and I needed the relief. He laughed and just shook his head and handed me the large pepperoni pizza I needed for the order. I went out the back door and got in my truck. The drive to the delivery address was only 5 minutes. It was an 3 story apartment building. I walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door. The very little known fact that was only passed by word of mouth was that in addition to a hot quality pizza, if you were willing to tip well we’d deliver you your choice of pizza along with a toxic load in any hole you choose. We started this service about 6 months after I had knocked up Jayden. He knew several chasers in the area and knew they’d like the additional personal service and would be very grateful. It took a while to convince me (Ant was on board right away) to do it. We keep it very quiet though. Only trusted people could receive the service. Today I was meeting a hot former college jock that wanted knocked up. It was the third visit for him. The first two poz loads he took were Jayden’s and Trevor’s. Now he was going to get Daddy Scopion’s charged babies. We only took on a few VIP clients at a time and we keep them till they successfully joined the brotherhood or they decided to stop chasing. The jock opened the door in nothing but a red g-sting. His package was small but the rest of him was big. He still looked like he still wrestled and had a well defined body. He took the pizza from me with one hand while taking my hand in his other and led me to the living room. I closed the door behind us. His ass was big and macular. His tan skin rippled over his ass as he bent over to put the pizza on the coffee table. He showed me the rapid test he had just taken that showed him as neg. I promised that would change soon. We started to make out and rub our bodies together. His strong hands all over me. He had me undressed and stark naked in minutes. My 8 inch beer can thick dick was rock solid and dripping poz precum. He dropped to his knees and started to suck my leaky dick. He was decent but not great at giving head. I decided to picture it was sweet Jacob learning how to suck a real dick. I couldn’t imagine he’d sucked many. I took the jock by the back of the head and used my hands to train him how to suck a dick like I so badly wanted to train Jacob. The jock improved, though I would bet money our studious Jacob would have been a better and quicker learner. I decided I’d had enough of the jocks oral skills, or lack there of, and picked him up and moved him so his knees were on the sofa seat and his body leaned over the back of the sofa. I ate his hole for a few minutes. The whole time wishing it was Jacob’s sweet hole. I verified while I was eating his hole that the jock did have a slightly smaller than average sized dick. Maybe 3-3.5 inch fully hard. He had taken it out and was stroking as I ate his whole. That didn’t matter to me at all and people’s worth has nothing to do with cock size. But it’s always interesting when a big guy like that isn’t packing. I decided it was time to move to the main event. I grabbed the lube that was on the coffee table and squirted just enough on this hole. I fingered two digits into him. He was looser so not much hole play was needed to open him up. Plus I needed him a little tight so he’d tear and we’d get a successful pozzing today. I lined my leaky fat mushroom dick head up with his hole. As I shoved my fat raw poz dick into his neg hole I imagined opening sweet Jacob’s tight ass! I was hard as fuck pounding into that ass pretending it was the brown haired brown eyed boy that gave me wood all day. Using it and abusing it like a good scorpion daddy should for his boy. The jock was moaning and begging for my cum as I fucked him harder and harder. I saw red on my cock as I pumped in and out of his hole. I pounded the jock over the sofa for a good 20 minutes, really making sure to bruise and hopefully tare his insides. When I thrusted my final stroke I unloaded a huge load! All the built up horniness of the day flooding into the no long neg jocks hole. When I pulled out, there was pink cum on my dick and his hole was red and gapping. I took the butt plug he had on the table and stuffed it in his used blown out hole. We made out for a bit and I wished him luck. I told him to schedule another delivery if this didn’t take. But I was pretty sure it took. The jock had prepaid online for the VIP special, using a code we only give people after we approve them, but he also gave me a $100 tip in fives and tens as I went to leave. I drove home and took a shower and grabbed a bite to eat. After that I ran by the bank to make the deposit and then headed back to the shop. It was 4:30 by the time I got back. I went up front and told Ant to take a break. I put the jock’s tip in the tip jar on the counter. Jacob joined me up front having just come off his own break. We chatted for a bit about how his day had been so far. He seemed to have really enjoyed it. We were interrupted by one of our regulars, so I let Jacob do his job. Between that customer and the next in line, I told Jacob if he needed me I’d be in the back. He at first seemed nervous at being alone but then nodded with his quiet confidence. I went back to the kitchen and did a quick restock for the pizza stations. Then jumped in and started helping Trevor. The orders were coming in fast now and I didn’t want him to be over ran. The rush lasted till after 7:30, which was busier than normal considering it was a weekend night. I called Ant back and we had a quick conversation about Jacob. He gave me his seal of approval (he had the best instinct when it came to reading people than anyone I have ever meet). I told Ant to cover the counter and send Jacob back to the office. I assured Trevor I relieve him to go home soon. When Jacob joined me I offered him a full time spot, at least 40 hours a week with OT on any hours over that, $3 above minimum wage plus his share of the tips, and told him if he was with us after 90 days he’d qualify for PTO and medical insurance. He was ecstatic to say the least. He accepted almost before I even finished offering him the job. He thanked me repeatedly. It was cute to see him so excited. I took him to the storage room and got him a second shirt and promised to order more for him. We came out and I showed him the time clock (I had put him in the systems this afternoon) and had him punch out. Ant came up and handed him a handful of cash, his share of the cash tips for the day, and explained his share of the credit card tips would be on his check. Jacob looked at the money like it was the most money he’d ever had. It looked to be around $250, but that was average or slightly above for how busy we’d been. He’d also prob earn as much or more in credit card tips on his check for today. Our loyal customers were very generous. Jacob said goodbye to me and Ant and even went by and told Trevor good bye before he left the store and made his way home. Ant went back up front to help a customer that came in and I sent Trevor home after being sure he’s got his tip share from Ant. It was 11:30 before me and Ant left the shop. We had done all the prep again and got the shop back to perfect order. I’d be able to sleep in again tomorrow. I got home and stripped. Took a quick shower, and did all that bathroom business. Then collapsed naked in bed. It had been a good day. I had a feeling Jacob would be a great addition to the shop. I feel asleep and dreamed naughty dreams about the cute brown hair boy! ——————- This was a long chapter, lol. But I got going and couldn’t stop. I really hope you all enjoy his chapter. I appreciate all the feedback, likes, comments, and messages. Thank you all for your support!!

This story is a sequel to my previous story ‘Tag Along Kid Brother’ but should stand on its own as well. It was going to have two spin-offs but then this idea came to me… Part 1: Colin gave one final thrust of his Poz cock into Griff’s greedy hole. Griff purred contentedly as Colin’s seed poured into him “Thank you, Master.” “Stay still, Griffin” Colin demanded further pushing his spent cock in the boy. He closed his eyes and waited a moment and then… ah. Relief as the chempiss he’d been needing to release emptied into Griff’s hole. Griffin felt himself getting higher and higher from the drugged field urine of his loved /master of ten years. The man who had Pozzed him and shown him the world. Who had debauched and depraved him in every glorious way plausible. The man who was the reason for his Biohazard tattoo. This was the anniversary of that weekend with Tag and Tom where Griff first agreed to be Colin’s slave. They were in Ibiza to celebrate but Griff had a feeling of unease. Colin had been acting strange. Different somehow. Now dated Colin withdrew his impressive length from Griff’s wrecked cunt. Colin’s took the boy from the floor to the sling. And locked him into place. Colin then proceed to give him a piss fisting like no other. Til his gaped hole was wrecked. After Colin sighed. “You know, Griffin, my dear boy I am going to miss you and you wrecked cunt” Through his high Griffin tried to piece together what he was hearing “Master?” ”Not anymore. I’m done with you, slave. I release you.” Colin said. The. He moved to the bedroom door and opened it and five men entered. One a twink of no more than 19 draped himself on Colin. He wore a harness and collar with a leash which he handed to Colin. “Griffin, this is Blaine. My new slave. You getting a little to old for me, love. A little too wrecked. These men here will see you out. I’ve taken the liberty to have your belongings sent to a storage unit in the town I plucked you from and have opened and account in your name with what you’ll find to be a generous parting stipend.” Griff’s tears streamed hearing this shocking news. What was happening?! His whole World was being pulled out from underneath him. He hadn’t had contact with anyone from his old world in ten years. Had no idea who he even was without this man anymore. Colin and the new boy crossed over to him and the new boy stuck his cock in griff’s hole and started to fuck him while Colin pissed on him then forced a kiss. He was humiliated as his replacement came. Made even more humiliating by his moans of need for the cum. Then his master and the twink were gone. The other four men moved in on griffas he struggled to escape the sling but he was locked in. The Mediterranean men sneered and laughed and pawed at their belts and cocks. “Who are you? What do u want?” ”we have a job to do. A job that comes with many pleasures of the flesh for all of us one said forcing himself close to Griff and grabbing his hair, pulling his head back then spitting on Griffs face. Poppers were suddenly in his nostrils and his was rushing from that hit. Then he felt the poke of a slam and he knew he was about to take flight. As the rush hit a fist was shoved in his cunt, a cock in him mouth as wel as one pissing on him and one putting Griff’s hand on his cock. Griff was in orbit. *ONE WEEK LATER* Griff woke up on the cold concrete floor in a small cramped room. His head was throbbing and as he stood up he realized he had no idea where the fuck he was. He was stark naked in a windowless room. He looked in the mirror and saw a sharpie tally on his chest as well as writing that said poz pig, slam whore cum dump. Porn played on a tv and he could hear moans from rooms next to him. “Am I in a bathouse?” He wondered aloud to no one. Ibiza. They were in Ibiza. Colin left him. He left him- the hurt washed over him anew. He remembered the four hung Mediterranean guys using him for days. Keeping him high and horny. He remembered a masked being slipped onto him and then things going dark as he passed out… There was nothing else in the room in a locker he found a card. Wendimere Hotel Room 360 That was all it said? He turned the card over- it was in Colin’s handwriting. Was this whole thing an elaborate game? What was happening. Wait. There were no clothes. How was he supposed to get to the hotel naked? This was going to be interesting. END PART ONE. We’re back. This story is ten years after the events of Tag Along Kid Brother. It’s going to some unexpected places, I think. I am excited to revisit my boys.

Ken’s head is spinning. He doesn’t care that he is naked. He doesn’t care that he is on his knees. He doesn’t care that he is sucking 2 big black dicks like a no good whore. He just cares about keeping his high going. He loves every time one of these black men touch his white-boy body. The touch of his cheek, the back of his head, even the dick head on his lips. It was all making him feel amazing. Even when the big black dicks were cutting off his air supply in his throat, he loved the feeling in his throat. Every inch of his body was tingly to the touch. It did not take long for Ken to take the dick all the way down his throat with pubes on his lips. Ken learned to breath through his nose like a champ, not that he had much of a choice. Dee and Julian would trade off fucking his face with the other rubbing the body of the high white-boy of the night. They usually liked their snow bunnies to be completely smooth but Ken didn’t have much body hair. Some sprinkling of chest hair, down to a light happy trail, down to a neatly trimmed patch right above his cock. The two men hardly felt anything as they rolled their hands all over his body. Both men were rock hard standing directly above Ken. Julian grabbed Ken by the arm and dragged him back to the bathroom. He directed Ken to jump back in the shower and wash off the sweat he had accumulated on his body. He gave him a quick tutorial on how to use an enema to clean out. When Ken started to protest, Julian just said to just do it and they will make sure he stays in the clouds. Ken not wanting the parTy to end agreed and jumped into the shower. Ken had been directed to use three different enema bags in a certain order. Unknown to him, the first was a regular enema, but the second was filled with half water and half chem piss. The third was all chem piss. Ken completed his instructions and was flying high when he exited the bathroom. Dee caught the young man wobbling toward the couch. He guided him over to the bed. Once at the bed, they lay him down on his stomach and tied Ken’s hands behind his back. Julian ties the elbows to the 2 bed posts and Dee ties Ken’s ankles to the other 2 bed posts. Julian moves up to Ken’s head and positions himself so that his dick is at Ken’s mouth. He lets the head sit just inside of his mouth and enjoys the light suckling on his head. Dee gets down between the white-boy’s smooth cheeks and inserts his tongue into the virgin hole. As soon as the tongue makes contact with Ken’s hole, Ken starts to moan uncontrollably. Julian takes advantage and pushes his dick further in the mouth. It doesn’t take long for Dee to get the hole nice and wet. Dee got up and brought back the bottle of lube. He squirts a liberal amount on the virgin hole and then smothers his dick. Julian pulls his dick out and goes up to Ken’s ear. He says that this part is going to hurt, especially since he was a newby. But he followed up with if he was a good white-boy for them, they would keep him flying. They didn’t want to hurt him, they just needed to get their nut off a few times. Julian asked if he understood. Unfortunately, Ken was only able to nod his head. That was good enough for Dee. He lined up his dick and placed it at the hole entrance. He slowly rocked forward and his dick head slipped in. Ken was seeing stars and even with the drugs, he felt like he was having a pike pushed up his ass. He tried to cry out but Julian threw a rag into his mouth to gag him. Dee bellows damn this boy is tight. He pulls out and places a more lube at the hole entrance. He grabs shard and pushes it in with his dick. Again, the head slips in but with the Tina being exorbed, the hole gave way a bit. It was just enough for Dee to push in an inch or 2 into the hole. Muffled cries come from the bottom which are ignored by the men. The hole twitches and relaxes just enough time for Dee to push another 2 inches forward. Becoming impatient, Dee just placed all his body weight down on the bottom and the entire length of his dick was shoved into the hole. Ken’s cries were continued to be ignored. Dee pulls out almost entire length and then slams back down. This knocks the wind right out of Ken. Dee uses the distraction to start to long dick the white-boy. The entire fuck, Ken was wailing into his mouth bindings. Mostly cries but by the end of the round, he was starting to moan. Dee loves hearing the sounds come from his boys. They all turn him on. It takes a good 20 minutes of hard pounding for Ken to realize he could spit the wrag out of his mouth. Once he does that, the room is filling with moans. With these new moaning, Dee is thrown over the edge and shoots his thick load up into Ken. Dee collapses on the body below him and catches his breath. Dee looks over at Julian and says you're up.

Chapter 2 - Buck It was just after midnight as I locked the door. It had been a good night and bad night. It had been Jayden’s last shift with us. He graduated a few weeks ago and was now moving across the country for his new job. It had been a busy night. All night long the regulars that made up the bulk of our sales came in to get a pie and say goodbye to him. He was loved by staff and customers alike. He was the first person I hired, besides my best friend and the shops second in charge Anthony. We had only been open a few months when we realized we needed more help. Jayden lived a few blocks away and saw our sign for help and applied. He was a great hire. Hard worker, smart, resourceful and great with guest. He could work all the areas in the shop but he was best suited for and normally worked the counter. He was an expert at customer service. Him being a cute flirty twink definitely helped. I climbed into my old reliable truck that I have had forever. I thought back to when the shop started and what inspired me to change my life and open my pizza shop. I had been a professional chef, went to school, spent a summer in France working at a prestigious restaurant, all that stuff. At 30 I had worked my way up to sous chef at one of the most elite restaurants in the city. Me and my fiancé, Chad, had just celebrated 10 years together. He was a successful realtor. We lived in a beautiful townhouse in one of the best parts of the city. That all changed when I got a cold I couldn’t seem to kick. It was summer so it was unusually for me to be sick. I rarely even got sick in the flu months. I made an appointment and went to my doctor who did some tests, but we also decided to do my regular STI check since I was getting other labs done. Considering Chad and I were monogamous and had been our whole relationship it seemed like over kill to test every year for STIs. Luckily my doctor had always insisted. He gave me some meds to help with my cold and sent me home. He called the next day and asked me to come back to the office. I didn’t know why but I soon found out. Well lo and behold I tested positive for HIV. I was shocked, I asked him to test again, but he said he had run the test twice to be sure and I definitely had it. He told me to go home for a few days, rest, stay home from work, and then we could meet again in a couple weeks to go over the options. When Chad got home that night I had all the evidence I needed to comfort him. The texts on his tablet linked from his phone, the pictures and videos he had tried to hide in a hidden folder, the website history to the hookup sites he’d been using. Chad confirmed it all. He told me he known for a few months he’d been poz. A hookup lied to him and gave it to him. He figured it wasn’t a big deal since I always topped I pointed out that on our anniversary he had bred me. I demanded to know if he stopped to think about the chance of infecting me before he fucked me that night. Again, he blew it off saying he thought it be low risk since it was just once. Well that led to even more fighting and yelling. In the end we split. I went to my parent’s house. I told them partial truth, Chad had cheated and we broke up. Over the next few weeks Chad and I came to an understanding. He’d buy me out of the town house (at a premium), we’d split up our stuff with me getting anything I wanted, and then never talk to each other or our to the others families again. We had a strict no tell agreement for both us on our status to families and friends. Part of the deal and why I got the lions share of our assets was because I agreed that if by chance my family found out I was poz, I’d agreed not to name him as the culprit. In those weeks we figured all that out I had also decided to leave the high pressure world of the elite restaurant game. I was sick of living life in a kitchen bending to others demands. My head chef was a tyrant. Most I had worked for were. I decided life was to short. I went back to my doctor 3 weeks after I’d tested hiv positive. We talked about it. He was only 5 years older than me but I had known him forever as our family were friends. He actually surprised me when he admitted he was positive too. He had not told his family about his status and assured me mine didn’t have to know. He also told me he had been a chaser. That there were lots of guys out there that wanted the “gift” he called it. He went over the normal treatment plan for those with hiv but he also told me how we could keep me off the antivirals. We’d just need keep an eye on my blood work and when it got to a point I needed it we could put me on meds. I was confused and curious. He sent me home and told me to think about it. When I got home he had sent me a ton of links to different poz websites. He also sent a ton of poz porn links. After a few hours I was hooked on it. It flipped a switch in my mind. The idea of being a part of someone forever. Changing their dna and life. It made me hard and I shoot gallons that night thinking of doing it! The next morning I meet my realtor, who didn’t know Chad thankful, and toured a red brick building in a working class part of the city. I wanted to open a very basic pizza shop. Serve good quality pizza at a decent price and make sure we had excellent customer service. I loved the building. It was a perfect fit for what I needed. Just the right size. No other pizza shops were near by. There was a free city parking lot across the street for those coming to carry out. It was just what I needed. I made an offer and a few days later we closed and signed on the line. I paid all cash, thanks to the money Chad paid me for the town house. I came up with the name for the pizza shop by chance. One day as my tattoo artist was inking my right peck with the red scorpion tattoo I had decided to get it hit me. I’d call it Scorpion Pizza and the tat I was wearing would be the store logo. After I left the tattoo shop I went and meet Ant (Anthony) at his place and told him about my idea. He had already agreed to help me remodel and then run the pizza shop. He was my best friend since childhood. He was the only person close to me I told about being poz. He was cool with it and even cool with the gifting side. He was bi, but we never fooled around. Just weren’t each other’s types. He was on prep but admitted the poz idea was hot. He was completely behind the name and the scorpion logo. He even joked about the laughs we’d have every time we looked at the logo at work knowing the true meaning. The renovation and set up didn’t take long. We were open and going in no time. We had basic menu with 10 speciality pizzas and a creat your own pizza as option number 11. We only had 3 sizes of pizza (small, medium, large) and only one type of crust. The only thing we sold besides pizza was 2 litter bottles of soda. Even then we had Cole, Diet Coke, and Sprite. We were going to keep the menu simple and concentrate on quality of the food and on customer service. I didn’t know it when I bought the building but the shop was in an area highly populated with LGBT+ members and creative artist and such. With us being queer owned our first few customers were glad to spread the word around the neighborhood. Thats when business picked up and Jayden came on board. He was also actually the first of what we now call scorpion boys. I knew the scorpion, especially the red and black one, was know in the chasing community but I found out quickly a lot of our gay customers knew exactly what it meant. Even those that were not poz or chasing. They all seemed to embrace it. That is when they started calling Ant and Jayden the scorpion boys. I was bestowed the name daddy scorpion. We all had a fun laugh at it and moved on. Till one day I was closing with Jayden. It had been slow. We had all the prep work for the next day complete and all our cleaning was done. So we were just talking. I was 31 by this time, 8 months poz, and not yet had sex with anyone. Jayden was 19, 5’6, 130 lbs, slim and very twinkish. Had a sweet angelic face. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin white and soft to the touch. He also had a nice tight round ass. Not too big but it was firm and round. His tight pants showed me that from day one. He also had a nice bulge in his pants. Not that cock size mattered to me as a top. I mean I have 8 in dick that is beer can thick so I am no slouch below the belt. But sucking on a hung bottom’s big dick then playing with it as I fucked him was always fun. But I wasn’t going to put my shop on the line for it. That night changed every thing. He startled me with a question as we waiting for closing time. “So daddy Scorpion, how long have you been poz? Are you on meds?” Jayden bluntly asked me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. “Umm well, I shouldn’t really talk about this with you but I guess I can. I been poz about 8 months. I haven’t started my meds yet.” I answered with a red face. “Very nice. Does daddy Scorpion have any poz sons yet? I have seen the tat on your chest that we use for our logo. Well they are almost exactly the same. Your tat has blood drops, the logo doesn’t.” Jayden said ignoring my obvious awkwardness around the subject. “You got me again, the shop name and logo came from my tat. But we decided it was best to leave out the blood. And, umm I haven’t had sex since I tested positive.” I answered with more awkwardness. “We, is it??? Is Ant poz too? Does he have a tat hidden away?” Jayden pushed. “No, he isn’t. He is neg on prep. But he is supportive of me.” I replied. Jayden had been getting closer to me as we talked. He was now only a foot away from me. he licked his lips and gave me a devilish smile. “So no poz sons yet. That’s a shame. Are you not into that? You said you aren’t on meds. So that’s a bit contradictory to you not being into poz play. Or is it that you just haven’t found the right boy yet to be the first to knock up?” He asked as I felt his warm breath on me. “Wel”, mmm, I guess, umm.” I started then spit it out, “I am into poz play. I have a ton of poz porn website bookmarked on my phone. I just haven’t got the courage to actually find a chaser yet.” I finally admitted to him. That is when Jayden reached over and put his hand on my jeans, right over my raging hard and leaking dick. He started to rub my cock through my jeans as he moved even closer. He reached up and pulled my head down to his and took my lips into a kiss. “Well daddy Scorpion I want you to breed me here over this prep table and knock my boy hole up!” He said. Before I could respond he had lowered to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my knees as my dick flopped out and hit him on the lips. Is was a good day to not have wore underwear. He took my leaky cock head into his warm soft mouth and began to suck and lick it. He used one hand to play with my heavy full balls. He had me moaning in seconds with any thoughts of the inappropriateness of fucking and pozzing your employee gone from my head. My poz sex deprived dick was in charge now. He was swallowing me 3/4 of the way in no time. He tried and tried but couldn’t get it all down his throat. My thickness made it near impossible to deep throat me the whole way. But he gave me one of the best blow jobs id ever had in my life. “Fuck boy you know how to suck!! Your mouth is like fucking heaven. If you keep that up I am going to cum down your throat!” I warned him. ”Oh no daddy Scorpion, I want you toxic babies in my ass.” He said after he pulled my rock hard dick out of his mouth. He pulled over a step stood we keep in the back, stripped off his jeans and underwear, and got on it and leaned over the prep table. His beautiful full ass was staring at me. The pink hole barely visible between the cheeks. Just a light dusting of hair was there. “Please daddy Scorpion, eat my boy hole and then fuck your charged cum into my neg hole!” he told me as he looked back over his shoulder. I didn’t hesitate and dove into his hole. Chad didn’t like getting rimmed so it had been years since I ate ass. It tasted so good, even better than I remembered. His pink hole was so tight and tasted so good. It winked at me every time I pulled my face back to take a breath. Jayden squirmed, moaned, and pushed back against my tongue. He was loving it as much as I was. After about 5 minutes though he interrupted my ass eating. “Fuck daddy Scorpion you know how to eat boy hole. But I want that big fat raw poz dick in me!” he demanded as only a power bottom twink boy could. ”We don’t have any lube boy. I am thick, it will hurt if I fucked you with just spit.” I told him as I continued to cup and play with his ass with one hand as I stroked his 9 in dick (that was on the thinner side) that was hanging down between his legs. “I don’t need lube daddy!! Just spit on my hole and your dick. That and all that poz precum you are leaking will be enough. If it hurts and tears me a little that fine. It just means your poz babies will take easier in me.” He said as gave me a pleading look. “Ok boy don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said and then spit in his hole. I sucked on two of my fingers and put them in his hole to open him up. then spit in his hole and added a third. Then more spit and a fourth. He was moaning and fucking my fingers the whole time. When I got him opened up I spit in my hand and rubbed it onto my raging hard dick. I lined my leaky head up with his hole and gave a hard push to get my fat cock head into his hole. He jerked and swore, but didn’t try to pull away or complain. I worked my thick dick into his hole an inch at a time. It didn’t take long and his ass was against my pubes. His hole was tight and warm. He was moaning in pleasure now. When I didn’t move trying to give him time to get used to my dick he took things into his own hands. He started to fuck himself in my dick. Pulling toward then slamming himself back against my crotch. I wasn’t about to have my boy call the shots. “Oh, you won’t be setting the pace boy! That’s my job.” I told him as I put my hand on his shoulders and slammed hard and deep into his boy hole! That made him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted it rough, I was going to give it to him rough. I long stroked him making sure to slam as hard as I could into his hole on the down stroke. I continued this hard long stroke pounding for a while, making sure to show this boy who was boss. I pulled him up, turned his head to me and made out with him for a minute. After which I bent him back over and started small fast shallow rabbit fuck strokes into his hole. I reached around and starred to jerk his long thin leaky dick. It only took a few minutes of my jack rabbit strokes hitting his prostate and my hand job to make his hole squeeze me tight and his balls to pull up. “Fuck daddy Scorpion, you are going to make me fucking cum!!!” He yelled. “Fuck yes boy, shoot that cum!! Your hole is squeezing my dick so hard I am going to nut!!” I warned him. ”Fuck yes daddy, fill me with that poz seed!! Knock my neg boy hole up!” He said as his hole continued to spasm and grip my dick. “Fuck yes, here it cums! Take my fucking toxic babies boy!!” I roared as my load dumped into his tight boy hole. I collapsed over his back. We stood there bent over my half hard dick still in his hole. Our hearts racing and breathing hard. After I got my senses back, I turned his head toward me and kissed him deep and passionately. After a few minutes I pulled out of him. His hole was red and puffy. A little bit of pink cum had pulled out with my dick. “Well Jayden it looks like you may have got your wish. Your hole is puffy and red and I see pink cum. You will be my first poz son.” I told him as I pulled up my pants. He walked to his bag and pulled out a butt plug from one of the pockets and put it in his worked out hole. “No, I will be your first official scorpion boy! We will have to go get the tat on me after I test poz!” He told me with his trademark smile. He tested poz a few weeks later and had my tat on the small of his back with in a month of me breeding him. We did continue to fuck around, but with the understanding it was just sex. That was the first scorpion boys. We have hired 3 other guys since then. Well those that made it past their probation day. Ant always worked with them in their first shift and had an uncanny ability to judge people. If they made it out of that first day with him, they were hired. It wasn’t required they be gay, or bi, or that be up for becoming a scorpion boy. It just so happened in addition to being good people and workers, all three of the guys were gay and ended up wanting my poz seed. All 3 were still with us and all 3 had my scorpion tats on their body’s somewhere. They all carried my strain. I was hard as I climbed out of my truck when I got home. It was an older cottage type home but I had renovated over the last 3 years I have owned it. It was small but cozy and prefect for me. It was only a couple blocks from the shop which made it even better. As I showered I lamented how I would miss Jayden. He was a very sweet boy, hard working, smart, and great with guests. I would say I’d miss his holes, but he’d been official with a guy for about a year and they were living together. Once one of the scorpion boys had a steady boyfriend, I politely ended our sex benefits. Even if they were open, I just didn’t want to run the risk of that drama. Thankfully all of them understood and we cooled the sex when they were coupled up. If they became free again I went right back to recharging their holes! As I laid in bed naked, my mind went to the boy that came into the shop today. I’d just put up the sign, though I should have weeks ago. I was holding false hope Jayden would stay I guess. Not 30 minutes after I had put it up that gorgeous, self conscious, polite, timid boy came into ask about a job. His shy smile and soft voice made me hard as he asked about the job. His cute face and solid body made my jeans feel like a prison to my straining cock. His smile when I offered him an interview almost made me cream my jeans. Jacob was just my type. If he was as charming in his interview as he was today he’d have his shot at the probationary shift with Ant. Then if he impressed him, he’d have a job. His job wouldn’t be dependent on anything sexual between us and I wouldn’t pursue him unless he gave me a clear sign he wanted that. And he definitely wouldn’t have to become a scorpion boy to work at the shop. But my rock hard cock and my brain agreed we sure hoped that he would be my fifth scorpion boy! —————— I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It gives us the back ground for Buck and the shop. Also hopefully you will like the sex scene 😈. The next chapter will have the interview and the probation day and who knows what else will happen. Thank you all for the positive feedback back and kind words!

Went to Lab.oratory in Berlin, the notorious sex club like no other. Long queue to enter venue, a disused Soviet power plant. Interior was amazing. Very industrial, designed for easy sex. Several slings and fuck platforms in front of the bar. Lots of other slings, large fuck tables elsewhere. Many less public darker areas. No totally private rooms. An area one can piss on the metal grid floor, receivers in the lower area taking all the golden showers. Good way to sell more beer! Toilets, absolutely filthy but super functional. Douches in all the cubicles. Large vat pumps of decent quality lubes everywhere. Kitchen-type paper easy reach. Not a single condom in sight. The pig which I am, was bending down many times at one of the large benches with other subs receiving endless cocks. Cock count - lots, wasn’t counting. Being a fisting night, received at least 5 satisfying fistings and fisted many more. Load count don’t know but at least one which I was aware, a tall blonde German who saw me receiving cocks and fists on the communal bench took me to a less busy area, he wanted me to look into his eyes as he bred me rough with his thick cock. I unloaded as he continued to dick his load in me. Finished with lots of kissing and cuddles. So rough and yet so tender. There were fucking and fisting everywhere. Nothing like having a drink in the bar surrounded by all the slings and fuck platforms in full swing. Music not too loud you can’t hear all the moaning. With no shower facilities, got back to my hotel early morning full of sex and men smell. Went to bed unwashed. Heaven. Luv to return.

It is time for me to share more about Spencer, the hot 22-year-old ginger adult bookstore clerk/stud who looks like a surfer lifeguard: As I have said before and will say it again, Spencer is a brilliant kinky bastard to whom I owe a great debt of gratitude. After that first time, when Spencer coordinated having a homeless guy named Charlie fuck me full of cum so I could feed his and Spencer’s loads to my husband, I have been going to the bookstore early every Sunday morning before my husband gets home from work. I try to get as many guys as possible to nut in my ass at the bookstore, so I can feed it to my unsuspecting hubby. I also pick up a bottle of “lube” each Sunday, which Spenser has filled with random strangers’ cum…loads and loads of cum from used condoms that Spencer collects for me throughout the week when he cleans the video booths. Spencer pours each load into an empty lube bottle for me and keeps it frozen at the bookstore until I pick it up. He always tells me how many loads he as poured into the bottle and any known details about the sperm donors. The lube bottle Spencer uses is a brand that markets their lube as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. Little does my oblivious husband know it’s real cum that he’s eating. But as I have said before and I will say it again: My husband as a lot of book-smarts but absolutely no fucking common sense. The first time Spencer loaded me up with a full bottle man juice for my husband, he gave me his cell phone number so I could send him videos of my husband eating the random strangers’ loads out of my ass in the comfort of our own home. Spencer and I subsequently began texting frequently during the week. I texted Spencer last Monday night, telling him “Houston, we have a problem.” It seemed the more random man juice I feed my husband out of my ass, the more he craves. It's like we are feeding an addiction. My husband still thinks it is the cum-tasting lube and it is just a matter of going to the bookstore to buy more. The fact that my husband’s demand for cum outweighs the current supply was problematic last Monday, especially when I could not get out of the house to get fresh loads and it was Spencer’s night off and there was no cum to be had. What if my husband bought the legitimate lube to eat out of my ass and he realized it was not what he’d been eating?! We had to avoid a potential cum crisis at all cost. Just as I started to panic, Spencer texted me back with a fucking ingenious idea: He said “Fill the empty lube bottle with your nut every time you jerk off thinking about feeding your husband all those random loads of cum. Start feeding your husband your loads too!” What a fucking brilliant idea!!! On Friday I syringed nine loads of my fucking jizz up my ass and fed every drop to my cum-addicted husband! I woke up early Sunday morning and texted Spencer to let him know I would see him at the adult bookstore soon. He texted me back saying, “I have a plan that you are going to fucking love. Do not come to the bookstore this morning. Text your husband, telling him you look forward to your sexy time together after work and ask him to stop by the bookstore before he heads home to buy more lube. Don’t worry…I got it covered, and I will do the rest.” I knew Spencer had my back, so I texted my husband as instructed, asking him to buy more lube on his way home. I told him I called the local adult bookstore to confirm they had the lube in stock and reminded of him of the brand. I casually mentioned that I was sure the clerk working at the bookstore could help him with the lube if needed, and then I fell back to sleep. I woke up to the sound of my husband in our bedroom. He was making more noise than normal and in my disoriented state, I saw him set something down on the floor on his side of the bed. I looked at the clock, and it was a little after 9am. This was later than normal for my husband to get home from work, since his work shift ends at 6am, but he admitted his replacement at the hospital arrived late. Me: “Did you have a chance to buy more lube?” Hubby: “Yes. I had a difficult time finding it but the guy working there was very helpful. I bought one bottle, and he gave me a second bottle for free because he said it was very close to the expiration date. Me: “That was nice of him!” Hubby: “I also bought you something…” Me: “What?!” Hubby: “Well, as I was paying for the lube, the guy at the counter asked me if I was dating anyone. When I told him about you, he suggested I buy you a present. He was definitely trying to up-sell. Me: “So what did you buy me?!” Hubby: “Well the guy asked why you liked sexually so he could help me pick out the perfect gift and I told him you liked me to eat your butt.” Me: “Wow, Daniel! You shared that with the bookstore clerk?!" Hubby: “Well he was determined to help me find the perfect gift for you…” At that point, my husband picked up a box from the floor on his side of the bed. A box with a photo of a rim chair on it!!! Me: “OMG, Daniel!!! It’s a rim chair!!! For me?!!! THANK YOU!!! "FUCK ME!" I thought to myself, so fucking excited as my husband had a shy smirk on his face, pleased that he's made me so happy. And how fucking brilliant of Spencer to get my husband to buy me a fucking rim chair?!!! I told my husband I wanted to try the rim chair right away and headed to the shower to get my hole ready. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand on the way, and as soon as I closed the bathroom door, I texted Spencer: “YOU SOLD MY HUSBAND A FUCKING RIM CHAIR!!! BEST GIFT EVER!!! TY!!!” “No problem! It took some convincing and some advanced sales skills, but he realized how much you would enjoy it. I think he’s looking forward to lying underneath it and eating your ass too! He also bought our special lube. I assume you are getting ready to try out the rim chair. Once you are seated on in and he starts eating your ass, text me again. Oh, and wear your ear buds while he’s rimming you…I have something for you to watch.” I sat my phone down and got my hole ready. When I came back into the bedroom, my husband was lying naked on his side of the bed. I put my ear buds in and walked over to my closet to grab a pair of socks: Hubby: “Oh, I almost forgot…I also bought you these.” He handed me a pair of white calf-length athletic socks with “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on both sides of both socks in black thread. Me: “Those are fucking hot! Thank you! I put the socks on my feet and pulled on my running shoes. Me: “So where is this rim chair and how do we use it?” Hubby: “Before we do that, get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want to squirt some of this lube up your hole.” Me: “You really like the taste of that lube, don’t you? Did you admit to the helpful counter guy that you like the taste of the lube?” Hubby: “When I was paying for it, he asked me if I liked the taste, so yeah, I told him I did. Oh, we should use to bottle of lube that is set to. expire soon so it doesn’t go bad. Here…Open the bottle of lube up for me while I grab something.” He tossed the bottle of lube to me, and I twisted the top off and there was a round foam bottle seal covering the top. “WTF,” I thought to myself. When I picked up the bottles of lube that Spencer put together for me, they were not sealed because there were empty when Spencer filled them with cum. I carefully removed the seal and smelled the open bottle. It definitely smelled like real cum, but was it? If so, how did Spencer get the bottle sealed after he filled the bottle with cum? I made a mental note to ask him. I handed the now opened but re-capped bottle of lube to my husband, but he started unscrewing the cap. My eyes went wide in surprise when I saw him sticking the tip of a syringe in the bottle sucking all the lube out of it. My husband noticed my surprise… Hubby: “Oh, Spenser gave me this syringe. He said it’s the best way to insert lube up a guy’s hole.” As I got on my hands and knees on the bed, it was not lost on me that my husband had just used Spenser’s name when mentioning the syringe. He was now using that syringe to unknowingly push random loads of strangers’ cum into my hole so he could unknowingly eat them out. Hubby: “Ok, I think you are ready. Stand up.” I stood up as my husband moved away from the bed. He got down on the floor and laid on his back, lying his head on a little leather pillow that must have come with the chair. The rim chair itself was now next to his head and picked it up and positioned it directly over his head. He then told me to spread my cheeks and to take seat. I followed my husband’s instructions, although unbeknownst to him, I was well-versed with using a rim chair. Once I was seated on the chair, I noticed the empty lube bottle…he had syringed the entire bottle of cum inside of me. As my husband started lapping my hole, I texted Spencer… Me: “Hey Spence! Thank you for being such a great salesman! My husband is now underneath the rim chair eating cum out of my ass. BTW: The bottle we used is the one that expires soon. It was sealed. Is it cum or is it really lube? The bottles of cum you have given me have never been sealed before.” Spencer: “Oh, it is definitely cum! I actually bought some round bottle seals so he would not become suspicious. The unopened bottle has 27 loads of cum I collected throughout the week when I cleaned the video booths. The loads in the bottle you are using now are not from bookstore customers though.” Me: "Where are they from and who’s cum is it?!!!" Spencer: "You really wanna know?!” Me: “Fuck yeah! Stop teasing me! You know who’s cum it is?! Who’s cum is it?!!!” Spencer: “Charlie stopped by earlier.” Me: “It’s Charlie’s cum?” (Charlie was the homeless guy who has fucked me full of fresh cum before.) Spencer: “Yes. Your husband is now eating Charlie’s cum out of your ass, but it's not only Charlie's cum he's eating!" Me: “Fuck, Spence, who else’s cum is my husband eating?!!!” Spencer: “Well Charlie stopped by about an hour before your hubby arrived. He had 15 used condoms with him. 15 condoms that I provided him brand new and free of charge yesterday to hand out to the guys at the homeless shelter. Right now, your fucking husband is eating the cum of 15 local homeless men! It's fucking crazy how much cum they shot into those condoms!" Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I yelled, realizing I yelled out loud rather than in a text to Spencer. I froze, momentarily panicked, but then realized my husband thought I yelled because he was eating my ass. Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I texted to Spencer. Spencer: “But that’s not all!” Me: “What the fuck, Spencer! What do you mean?!!!” Spencer did not immediately respond back, but a couple of minutes later as I am moaning loudly, enjoying my husband French kissing my pucker hole, I receive a link to a video uploaded to an on-line platform where guys post kinky content and other horny men subscribe to watch. I click to play the video and the initial images are dark and hard to make out. It is clear the person holding the camera was walking and then a door comes into view. It is the front door of the adult bookstore where Spencer works, a door with a sign on it that says, “Closed for cleaning!” I see a hand reach out and grab the door handle. The door opens despite the closed sign, and the camera man and I, as the viewer, walk into the adult bookstore together. The camera quickly scans the bookstore and I see the familiar merchandise in the distance, along with the front counter with no one behind it. The camera man turns to the right and as he walks through the doorway to video booth area, I hear gay porn. I also hear someone moaning real time. Once we enter the video booth area, the camera focuses on the wide hallway that has booths directly across from one another. There in the center of the wide-open hallway for all to see is Spencer. He is naked except for white calf-length athletic socks and black high-tops. The socks, that have “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on the sides of them, accentuate his amazing legs covered with curly ginger hair, as well as his athletic calves. His magnificent chest, arms, and body are on full display for the camera. As the camera pans down slightly, anyone watching, including me now watching in replay mode, can clearly see Spencer is stilling on a rim chair. FUCK ME! It’s the same fucking rim chair I am currently sitting on, while my husband eats random homeless strangers’ loads out of my ass! The camera shifts down further, and Spencer is clearly getting his ass eaten in the video. Based on the gobbling sounds, I am confident Spencer is getting loads eaten out of his ass, and by the looks of it, he’s feeding them to my fucking husband who is lying on the floor wearing the same work clothes he stripped out of while I was in the shower! The camera gets closer, and Spencer moans as his eyes roll back in his head, making him even more sexy if that is humanly possible. He then suddenly realizes the camera is on him, so he shifts into “on-air” mode and makes direct eye contact with the camera… “Hey guys! Welcome to my live stream from an adult bookstore near you! Today I am doing a full-on “anal-oral review” of the “Snack Stool,” a simple but effective rim chair for guys like me who like to offer up some premium pound cake for hungry guys to eat and enjoy, like my good buddy Danny here. The “Snack Stool” comes with a soft and pliable ‘tush cush’ that provides long-term comfort with no lower back pain. It ensures your crack snacker can play “Tongue in the Bum,” also known as “Bung Tonguing” or “Bum Snogging” on the other side of the pond. The “Snack Stool” guarantees your fart-box hours of enjoyment while you feel like you are in hog heaven the entire time. The “Snack Stool also comes with this leather pillow that keeps your butt muncher comfortable while he enjoys some derriere dining and some rear-end delight. It comes with two different lengths of metal legs to ensure your rump ranger is well positioned to fully enjoy his all-you-can-eat booty buffet. Right now, this felch-belcher is savoring a 12-course booty brunch, courtesy of the “Snack Stool” and my tender, man-juice marinaded, and melt-in-your mouth premium grade-A rump roast! This baby bird banana juice butt feeding was made possible by contributions from 12 viewers like you. Thank you! And a big “Thank you” to the manufacturers of the “Snack stool.” It is definitely worth the money, and I give it two huge thumbs up!!!" (Spencer gives his audience his million-dollar smile and holds both thumbs up for the camera, looking sexy as fucking hell.) "And finally: A huge thank you to Danny, my cheating French kissing butt licker…And to think you kiss your husband with that mouth?! In all seriousness guys, Danny is a good ass licker but as you know, practice makes perfect. If any of you live in the Pacific NW and wanna help make Danny the CEO of Ass Eating, hit me up and I will see if I can convince him to help you out like he did me this morning. But alas, Danny has totally and thoroughly cleaned me out. Cleaning time is over and it’s time for me to get back to work…See you next time guys!!!" (Spencer smiles and literally winks at his followers before the video ends.) As the video ends and I feel overwhelmed. My clueless husband is French kissing my pucker hole with no hesitation, making it feel so fucking fantastic. My vanilla husband is no longer vanilla and is a now a sneaky cheater like me, thanks to Spencer helping turn him to the dark side. Speak of the devil, I receive a new text from Spencer. “Hey Jimmy!” Still feeding Danny all that homeless man chowder? You often hear about 'Feeding the homeless.' Well now the homeless are fucking feeding your hubby! LOL". My fucking cock throbs in response to Spencer’s text, as I push a steady stream of homeless man chowder into my husband’s mouth. “We are going to get a lot of use out of that fuckin rim chair, Jimmy! It’s where your husband belongs. By the way, the 2nd bottle of lube is filled with 10 loads of my sweet nectar. I was going to feed him that bottle when he came by this morning, but decided to save that bottle for you, since I know you love having my cum up your ass! This is an excellent partnership, Jimmy, and you feeding my jizz to your hubby is so fucking hot! I, meanwhile, loved feeding your hubby the 12 random loads from used condoms. I now know first-hand why feeding your hubby random loads of strangers' cum without him knowing turns you on so much!" "You probably heard me call your hubby a 'felch belcher' in my video. I knew he had no clue what that means but that my audience will fully understand. The stupid fuck really thought he was eating cum-tasting lube out of my fucking ass! He's definitely not the brightest tool in the shed!" “Some other good news, Jimmy! The livestream of your husband being my personal wad gobbler is very popular. Between the livestream and the replays, I have gotten some good tips. It’s so fucking hot that your hubby is making me a butt-load by eating loads out of my fucking butt! LOL!” “That’s not all! I have already gotten some private messages and fan feedback to my video. There are several local guys in the area who want to offer their assholes up so they can help Danny become 'the CEO of Ass Eating!' When I privately shared the plan of local guys feeding your husband random loads of cum from any men willing to shoot up their assholes, they confirmed they are all in! I’m starting to organize a strategy for that, but I think there are going to be many mornings when your husband is going to ‘work extra hours’ at his new side job.” “I’m starting to get a steady stream of customers here so I’ve got to get back to work, but I will be in touch soon about next steps in our Master Plan!!! Bye for now, Jimmy!" I set my phone down and started stroking my cock like my fucking life depended on it. I thought of my husband’s future fate and there was no holding back. I pushed out my pucker hole hard, dumping the remainder of the homeless guys' man chowder into his hungry mouth as I started to convulse, shooting one of the biggest loads of my fucking life!...And Spencer is absofuckinglutely right...I am in hog fucking heaven!!! …To Be Continued…

Hey guys...this is the first part of a short series I have written --------- Boybutt4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 1: “We won’t block you” The root of my obsession with older men, and my very own Grampa, started young. I was part of a typical small town boys club when I was younger. Like the scouts we would have weekly meetings and we had uniforms that we had to maintain and wear freshly laundered and ironed. We learned different skills to earn badges, learned basic life skills and hygiene like how to shower properly, how to start a campfire, set up a campsite with fire pit, latrine, tents, and orienteering. It was a club that gave young boys who had little male influence in their lives to be mentored in a healthy and productive way. For the first few years, my Grampa was the leader of our group. During that time, I had seen him naked when we all showered after a swim outing or during weekend trips to a rustic camp in the woods. Inexplicably my heart would race when I saw him lathered up with soap during our group showers. He wasn’t showing off. But I was entranced as his naked hairy body as it glistened with soap and he would bend over showing his meaty butt cheeks and hairy ass crack with the soap water cascading over his exquisite bum with his low hanging balls shifting back and forth. Other than those moments, he was just Grandpa in my mind and he never showed any favoritism toward me except for a couple of tender touches here or there when others were around. But sometimes on those camping weekends, me and the other boys would talk about how wide and girthy my Grampa’s cock was…we would whisper to each other in our dark tents at night sharing a flashlight as we rubbed our dicks inside our sleeping bags. Some boys said they had never seen a naked man and that they hoped their cocks would be as big one day so they could really tit fuck a big breasted woman or walk around with a big swinging dick. Those times formed me sexually and personally, and I always imagined my Grandpa as a mentor and father figure. I wanted to be a confident macho man just like him. Then one day, it was over and he was no longer the leader of our group and he moved far far away and my parents never brought him up. Folks said he had moved to California. Palm Springs. Being in a small town on Long Island, it seemed like a million miles away. I cried a lot because of this abrupt disconnection. I felt sad and abandoned. I had one photo of him and me. Me as tall as his waist stranding beside as we both saluted together in our uniforms. Fast forward some years, I only had dreams, sexual dreams, about the big dicked grandpa I lost contact with. At some point I learned about sites where I could create profiles looking for older men who kind of looked like him. Tall, gray haired, mustached, maybe not muscular but hung and kind and loving- that’s what I was looking for. So I started to create profiles on different sites in hope of finding my Grampa or men who looked like him. As I did, I learned about what men were into sexually. I learned about all kinds of weird acts like bukkake, cum dumping, rimming, drinking piss, even fisting and double penetration. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I had never been fucked, but as I watched more and more porn about men having anal sex, and seeing so many men have their asses filled with cum, sperm, semen, I began to crave that for myself. I thought it must be amazing to feel full of cum inside my butt. Those men all had an ecstatic look of joy on their cum drenched faces. I wanted to know what that felt like. I created a profile, a fantasy profile, on both tame and raunchy sites. I gave myself the handle “Boybutt4older” I had never been fucked but I uploaded pictures, many photos, of me showing off my butt with my soccer shorts pulled down, or with a jockstrap. I never showed my face. And I would caption the pictures like “Young hole for older cum”, “Virgin for mature hung cock” “Cum dump for old [banned word]”. Just taking those pics and adding those nasty captions made me feel so dirty and filthy and horny I constantly jacked off to the fantasy. Then on Sundays I would go to Our Lady Immaculate for the 9 am and 12 pm masses. I was a good altar boy. I loved acting and for those 3-4 hours I loved playing the role of the good servant of Christ knowing that I was a cock hungry virgin boy while carrying the Host and serving the priests. I learned about another site and it intrigued me. It was a site for men who didn’t use condoms when fucking. That sounded really hot to me. I knew it was dangerous but that intrigued me even more. With thousands of men around the world on that site, it had to mean that this was not uncommon or a bad thing to want. Not long after I created my profile on that bareback site I had a response from a couple. They were interracial. One called himself a lapsed Irish American Catholic and the other said he was Jamaican and they were a married couple who loved younger men and men who are looking to expand their horizons. The photos they shared didn’t show faces, but the photos depicted them kissing with their tongues licking each others lips. Hot! They hid their faces mostly. The Jamaican had a thick black mustache and the Irish American guy had a thick salt and pepper mustache too. Another photo showed them pulling on each other’s large and protruding nipples. Another photo showed the mustached Jamaican rimming the pale white hairy ginger ass of his lover while he sat below him - the white mounds of hairy butt meat squeezed through the toilet seat of a rim chair and the Jamaican’s face had disappeared deep inside it. WOW! Another photo showed the Irish American partner spraying cum onto the Jamaican’s puffy and wet asshole. That made me shoot my young sperm above my head. So, I sent them a message letting them know they had made a young guy cum really hard. “Nice,” was the reply. “Felt good spraying my poz seed on my slut husband’s asshole before I pushed my cum back inside him.” That really shocked me. Then I looked at their profile again and, yep, they said they were “ Poz Daddies”. I Googled the term and it meant they were “HIV positive”. Holy fuck. I shot my fucking load to that? They sent me a one-word message. “So?” I didn’t want to be rude so I replied. “I’m sorry. I am young and I do not have HIV. You guys are hot. Thanks for the jerk off material.” Anyway, I was on the other side of the country and was safe from ever having to meet them in person. They replied: “We’re glad it helped you get off. By the way, being poz means we have the best sex ever. No inhibitions. No regrets.” I thought about it, and of course, they are partners, married, whatever, they can share that with each other. It’s their choice. I responded. “That’s great you can share that with each other. I am happy for you.” They responded. “We share it with others too, if they want to experience the best sex of their lives.” With that message they attached a video. It was the Jamaican man, speaking with a very charming and sultry voice. His mustache was sliding up and down the pale hairy ass of his partner and making appreciative moans and grunts. But what I heard him say next really shocked me. “Husband, how many loads did you get in you tonight?” His voice was like honey to my ears…so smooth and masculine and like a song, it defied the raunchy words he was saying. The other man responded. “7 loads. 7 nasty loads of poz cum. Move back, I’m going to spray that holy seed back out. I can’t hold them in.” The mustached black man moved back only slightly and then all I heard was moans and grunts as the white man’s asshole farted out the poz cum. First, one or two squirts hit the chin of the black man, whose long tongue tried to lap them up, but then, as his mouth was open, more thick and watery poz seed sprayed out, some right into his mouth. Holy fuck! A few more loud and lewd fart noises and then some more sprayed onto the thick black mustache or up his nostrils. Oh man, this was so gross, but I couldn’t look away and then I couldn’t ignore my own cock hard and leaking… and in my mind I was encouraging the black man to drink it down as it sprayed like milk into his mouth and he laughed and said, “Oh, give me that nasty nut milk, baby…give me it all.” And then, an amazing thing happened. The Jamaican man turned to the camera, his stache dripping with poz cum and his husband’s scummy butt juices and he said “BoyButt4older, you could be enjoying this too with us”. He licked his lips and I heard him slurping up the toxic slop before he dove face first into the mature white man’s whored out fuckhole. Him calling me out personally was a psychological mind fuck and ecstatic experience all at once. I shot ropes of my young sperm and semen while crying “No, no, no” knowing that I had been aroused beyond measure in watching two older slutty HIV cum pigs relishing in sharing multiple poz cum loads sprayed from a cumwhore asshole into a hungry jizz pig mouth. This was so depraved and revolting. I slammed my laptop shut and I actually became angry at these anonymous poz mature men for turning me on to their sick, toxic, dangerous and depraved sexual behavior. The next morning, I sent them a message. “You guys are sick. Why show that to me? Why did you call me out in your video?” The reply was not what I expected. I was raging and meant to shame them. I wanted to judge them for their sexual desires and acts. They wrote: “We want you with us. Imagine us three together, embracing and snowballing those thick creamy poz loads that are in my mouth and we share them in a kiss.” Huh, interesting. Instead of replying rudely or blocking me, they replied in a friendly, almost loving manner. Not only that, they sent a picture of them kissing with long, scummy strings of saliva, which I assume was poz cum, between them. Their perversion, their shameless nastiness and sleaziness combined, made me so full of lust. I had been consuming so much porn that was so fake and repetitive, this was so different and powerful to me. This felt real. I ignored the throbbing of my own cock and the excitement I was feeling. I replied: “Guys, I am a young and healthy 20 year old. I have a great body, a good future ahead of me. What makes you think I am interested in your poz cum fetish? I don’t want AIDS.” The reply was very confusing. “All seed is sacred, son. Poz cum is blessed because of the commitment to loving cock that it symbolizes. In your profile you say you “Love cock”. Do you really “love cock” if you can’t accept poz cum as part of loving cock? If not, you won’t be getting much cock. Sorry, but that’s the truth. Anyway, your butt is so beautiful. We’d love to share cum with you, when you are ready.” Then they attached another photo. This one was really over the top: the white guy had a huge string of cum linking the wide pisshole of his thick penis to the floppy fat foreskin of the hung Jamaican and they added a caption “Buttboy4older, cum and taste us. This is another way our poz cocks kiss and make love to each other.” Again, they were being pleasant and kind with me whereas I was pretending to be grossed out while all I wanted was to be the one licking up their cum, poz or not, from those fat and sleazy Grampa cocks. And also, I thought about how much they must love each other to share those photos. How great it must be to not give a fuck and to show how you really are. That alone made me horny. But still, I couldn’t pretend I was fully on board. “I’m sorry. You can block me. But I’m not ready for this. Anyway, I’m on Long Island and you are in California. You both have incredible cocks and are super sexy…and I am turned on, somehow, despite myself. I’m still a Catholic and involved with my church. I’m sure I’m not your type after all. You can block me, if you want. I understand.” The reply was simple. “We won’t block you. We won’t ghost you. You have to find your own way on the Phallic Path. Peace and Love and may Cock bless you. We are here when you want to talk, or meet.” Phallic path? Huh? Did they mean a path to being poz or becoming more open and sexual, or both? Another mindfuck. The last photo they sent to me was of their hairy senior citizen genitals grinding against each other. The skinny pale ginger Irish American, his uncut stubby and fat penis meat with it’s silver and ginger pubes and hairy dangling balls pressed against the Jamaican’s much longer and thicker hairy sausage and nuts pressed together with the caption “In Cock We Trust” and the caption “Raw is Law. Bareback Only.” I had to search online for “Raw is Law” and “Bareback Only”. I had never heard those terms. But then, I learned about them quickly with a few clicks to shady pages and porn videos. Although I liked the idea of condomless fucking, it confirmed my suspicions. My cock thickened at the idea of not ever using condoms and only have a bare and unprotected cock inside me. But these men felt it necessary to add this as a caption to their photo to me. Why and why me?? I guessed that being married like them meant you don’t need to wear condoms with your spouse or partner. That made sense. It also excited me to think that maybe one day I could go “raw” and have my special man penetrate me and leave his sperm inside me. I got me hard to think that these two older men still fucked and shot their loads into each other. Very hot. And that they were interracial triggered me even more. I admired them for crossing so many boundaries and living their lives together fully and openly. I made a point of saving their photos on my phone and downloading them to my laptop. I’m glad I did. Because the next day, my father kicked me out of the house when he confronted me for being gay. Turns out, one of my Dad’s employees whom I recognized at a gloryhole booth in Queens started insinuating to him and his staff that his son (me) was a faggot. When my Dad confronted me on the phone, I didn’t deny it. He had a bad temper and mom had left him years ago. He had been a terrible and abusive father, so I had had enough. “Yep, I’m gay. And I hate you.” I shouted when he called me and confronted me with his coworker’s suspicion. After I hung up on him, I texted him: “By the way, your coworker Barry has a small uncut dick with a big dark mole on his knob. Here’s a photo of his cock about to go into my mouth. And look closely and you will see his cheap wedding band holding his unimpressive dick to my lips. Ask him about that!” I had sort of planned this scene of me leaving before and I had a backpack ready to go. I was out of the house before he could get home and had cash enough stashed away to help me for a few months. I was going west to find my Grampa whom I hadn’t seen in years. Rumor was that he was gay and my Dad disowned him, even though tit was his own father. Knowing that we shared being gay had filled my head with “what ifs” for years. I was sure he would welcome me.

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(Continued) Getting into a rhythm of slow deep thrusts in the warm hole lubed by my muscle jock uncle’s pre-cum, I watched as he face fucked the young stud in the sling. His massive cock forcing the blonde’s throat to expand as he buried his dark man cock to his base, the blonde’s eyes began to water as he willingly accepted the alpha stud to use his moist face hole. I watched as the young wrestler spread his arms and grabbed my uncle’s hips and drew them in to hold his fuck pole deep in his mouth so that his lips could massage the veins of his thick dark cock. Continuing to pump in and out of his hole, I leaned over and my uncle grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in and shoved his tongue in my mouth and began to push against my insides. The alpha male was fucking the young studs mouth and working mine at the same time. Here was a leather man demonstrating his dominant position. I looked into the corner of the room and at that moment, noticed the light on above the camera. We were making content – fucking hot. At that moment I almost came! I pumped into the wrestler all the more as I listened to him gag on the man meat plugging his face. The blond began to moan and as he did, his cock erupted and shot all over his massive, well defined abs and chest. His heaving caused me to pump harder as I began coating his tight hole with my warm jizz. Watching the two of us cum, my uncle pulled out of the jock’s mouth, came to the front of the sling, pushed me aside and began to once more fuck the stud’s ass. As he jack-hammered his hole I could see my cum start spilling from his hole with each thrust. I leaned over as his body in the sling moved back and forth, and began to lick the cum off that stunning chest. The hot protein of an eighteen year old wrestler muscle jock. It was clear this stud knew his sexual prowess and the power it had over others. A power top and power bottom. He was equally commanding. I was watching two alpha males demonstrate their sexual skills. Remembering the camera, my mind began to wonder who else was going to witness their heat? What was coming next?

Chapter 1 - Jacob I had no clue how I got to this point in my life. I had graduated high school a few months ago. I was going to go to college on a swimming scholarship but then my accident happened and that was the end of me competitively swimming. It was also the end of my chance at college. Mom and Ralph, my stepdad, told me they had no money to spare for my college. When I applied for grants I learned they made too much for me to get financial aid. I didn’t want a bunch of loans, especially considering I had been barely smart enough to graduate high school. Then a few weeks ago. Ralph came in my room after he got off work one night and told me him and my mom had been talking and thought I wasn’t pulling my weight. He said that I was just busy playing video games and jerking off all day. I tried to argue that wasn’t true. I pointed out all the work I did around the house. I wanted to point out (but didn’t) that I am the only one that cleans in the house. Mom works two jobs so her lack of help is understandable (she doesn’t have time to do anything but their laundry). Ralph on the other hand has a low paying job working 30 hours a week as a rent a cop at a local mall. He could help clean but appeared allergic to it. I’d never seen him clean a single thing. Again, knowing better I didn’t mention that either. I also pointed out that I had been trying to find a job since before I graduated. But I didn’t have a car and Ralph said I couldn’t use theirs. So even though we live in a decent sized city the area I could apply was limited. The city was spread out and didn’t have much in the way of public transportation. The only public transit, the bus system, was a joke and not reliable. Any job I got had to be close enough that I could walk or ride my bike to it. Ralph responded that I didn’t do that much around the house and those were my chores so it didn’t count. He then told me I obviously wasn’t looking hard enough for a job, which was funny coming for a guy that only got his current job (after being fired from his last) because the rent an cop company he worked for was owned by his brother. Again something that was on the tip of my tongue but I had learned not to say as I did not want to go on punishment. Our conversation ended when he gave me an ultimatum. I get a job and start paying rent and my portion of the cell phone bill every month or I had to move out. He gave me till Labor Day to find a job. I was running out of time, with a little over a week left, when I was walking home from a long day of job hunting. I had been going online to find and apply for jobs but with no luck I had became desperate. So, a few days ago I’d decided to beat the street like the old times trying to find any lead. I had been looking since 8 am and was exhausted and grimy. I accidentally turned down the wrong block and came across a small red brick building with one big window and a glass door. “Scorpion Pizza” was scrawled big across the glass window in window paint. In the bottom right hand corner of the window was a help wanted sign. I had never heard of the place before. It was on the far edge of what would be practicable and possible for me to get to daily (I’d definitely have to bike). The building was small but it looked well taken care of and clean. The neighborhood was not the best (but also not the worst). I walked in the door and a bell over it dinged. I was in a small waiting area. The space was big enough for maybe 5-6 people to stand. The wall in front that cut the rest of the restaurant off was solid but for a cut out box window were their was a counter with a register on it and to the left of the counter was a door. There were various flyers and posters and stuff all over the walls. The only furniture was two chairs against the right side wall. It was obviously a carry out only place. I just hoped they were not looking for delivery drivers and that they need counter or kitchen help. A man that looked to be in his mid 30s walked up to the counter. He was wearing a black T-shirt with the pizza shops logo, a re and black scorpion, on his left chest and a baseball hat with the logo of the closest Major League Baseball team. He was a bit over 6’0 tall and had beautiful green eyes with a killer smile. His teeth were white and just slightly crooked. Above them he had a black 70s porn mustache. The hair on his head, what I could see of it, and arms had the same black hair. He was in good shape but not a gym rat guy. “Hey there kid, how are you doing? Are you here for a pickup?” He asked with a very mild southern draw. He had a very sexy deep baritone voice. “Ummmm, no.” I said like a doofus. “No, sir. My name is Jacob and I saw the help wanted sign in the window and was hoping I could talk to someone about applying.” I corrected myself and probably blushed from embarrassment. “Well it’s nice to meet you Jacob, my name is Buck.” He said with a bright smile as he reached across the counter to shake my hand. He had a firm grip. His hands were rough and strong. “I am the owner, so you got the right person. We have a guy that just graduated college who got a job in his field. We’re going to miss him, but we are happy for him too. We are a big family around here. Sure we bullshit and tease but we care for each other and always help each other out. So we are looking to hire for that spot.” Buck explained with a sad look in his eyes. ”This sounds that a great place to work. But I want to be upfront, I don’t have a car so I hope the spot is not for a delivery driver.” I said wanting to get that out of the way before I got my hopes up to high. “No, we are looking for a sort of shop boy. Someone to help where he is needed and learn all the stations. Then when we know what he is best at we will put him there” Buck said his eyes back to normal and his smile shinning again. “That sounds perfect sir! I never had real job before, but I am a hard worker and willing to help others. I’d love to learn and prove myself.” I replied hopefully. That brought a real drop dead gorgeous smile to Buck face. He reached under the counter and pulled out a packet of papers. “Well how about this kid, you take this application home tonight and fill it out. Then bring it back tomorrow morning at 9:30. I will interview you then.” He said then added, “One more thing though. You are 18, right? We only hire 18+ here.” He said with some steel in his question. “Yes, sir I turned 18 in January. I will be 19 in a few months. Thank you for the opportunity to interview!” I said as I took the application from him. “No problem kid. Be sure bring your license or ID and your social security card with you tomorrow just in case we hire you. If we do, you’d be asked to stay and work the lunch shift and maybe the dinner shift.” Buck told me. “Of course sir. I will bring both.” I confirmed with him. “Great. I got to get back yonder and help setup for the dinner rush. I will see you tomorrow kid.” He said as he shook my hand goodbye. He was gone, walking back into the kitchen, before I could reply. I exited the building as slowly as I could. I waited till I was past the window in the front and jumped for joy. After months and what felt like millions of applications I finally got an interview. Plus it really felt like Buck was interested in me. Not sexually, that be a dream but he was way out of my league. But definitely he seemed open to hiring me. I thought about him as I walked home, which was about a 30 minute walk. As a side note, I’d definitely be riding my bike to work if I got the job. I know I am bi. But to my horror I graduated a virgin and still am. Only thing I had done so far was kissing with a guy and under the clothes rubbing and making out with a girl. Buck was my dream guy! Me being 5’11, still in decent shape from swimming, but I was nothing special. I lost my abs and some of my muscle definition since the accident. I started swimming again after I recovered and worked out when I could but since graduating I’d lost my access to pool and workout equipment. I didn’t have any money for a gym/pool membership any where so I did what I could. I have sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. I have white straight teeth and a nice butt with a good amount of meat. I had nothing close to the big bubble butt guys seemed to like. I had a decent sized 7 inch dick that was average thickness, not that Buck or anyone else wanted to see it. Plus he was probably straight. Again, so out of my league. I couldn’t let my crush on my potential straight boss get in my way. I needed to put him in my spank bank like all the other hot guys I’d meet that were out of my league. I needed this job and wouldn’t let my hormones mess with that. The job was possibly the only thing that would keep me from being homeless. When I got home it was empty like it almost always was. A quick Look at the job schedules on the fridge told me mom was working her evening shift tonight. Ralph would be off work in an hour so he’d be home soon. That is if he didn’t go to the bar like he normally does when mom works evenings. I made a quick dinner and ate mine at the table alone. Then I put Ralph’s plate in the microwave and mom’s in the fridge for when they got home. I cleaned up and did the dishes. I went to my room and took a shower. After I got out of the shower I stood with my towel around my waist and looked through my clothes to see what I was going to wear tomorrow. I picked out my best pair of pants and the only nice shirt I had, a polo. Mom never had money for many clothes for me, let alone expensive dress clothes. I wish she would have told that to the financial aid people at the college. I mean if she can’t afford clothes for me, then how is she supposed to pay for my college? They really think I didn’t need grants? But that is in the past and I refuse to dwell on it. I put the clothes on my dresser and pulled on sleep pants and a tank top. I climbed into bed and got comfortable. It be a few hours before I’d fall asleep so I got on my steaming app , the only “extra” thing mom would agree to pay for, and bed rotted till I feel asleep. I woke up early and was super hard. The pinkish purple head of my dick was sticking out of the fly of my pants. I had had several hot dreams about Buck. I reached and pulled the rest of my 7 inch rock hard dick out of my fly and started to stroke it. I pictured Buck standing over me. His big dick dripping precum on my face as he smacked me with his dick. Him calling me telling how sexy I was as I licked the head of his cock. I spit in my hand then too give myself more lubricant. I continued to play out the scene in my head. Buck face fucking me as I gaged on his big fat cock. Him eating my virgin hole and using his big strong fingers to open me up. His dick head pushing on my tight hole as he starts to open me. The feel of his cock head popping into my hole and taking my cherry. Then him fucking me deep till he flooded my ass with his cum. All the time praising me. Calling me sexy and pretty and complimenting my body and hole. I shoot an huge load, exploding all over myself. Cumming more than I had in a long time. By then I had to get up and rush my morning routine so I wouldn’t be late. after I got out of the bathroom I got dressed and put on my nicest pair of shoes. I grabbed my social security card from my file of important documents my mom gave me at 16 (telling me they were now my responsibility and if I lost them it was on me). I put it in my wallet next to my license. I hurried out the front door. Mom was gone already and I would bet Ralph was asleep still. I got to my bike and made sure the chain and lock were on it. I took off and headed toward the pizza shop. It was a nice day and I didn’t get too sweaty on the ride to the shop thankfully. I parked my bike right by the shop at a bike rack and locked it up. I walked up to the shop’s front door at 9:15. The door was locked with the resultant hours listed in the door saying it didn’t open till 11. I was just about to knock when I felt a hand on my lower back. I jumped and went to move around but Buck kept his hand in place and smiled his beautiful smile at me when I turned my head and looked at him. “Good morning Jacob. You are early. I like that, shows you are eager.” He said with his deep soothing voice. “Yea sir, I made sure I wasn’t going late. I am very reliable!” I replied hoping to impress him more. “That’s a good quality. Well let me unlock the door and we can go in for the interview.” He said and then opened the door. I followed him in and he shut and locked the door behind us. He led me through the now open door of the vestibule onto a hall way. A few feet from the door the hall opened up. To one side was the kitchen. The counter area was on the other side of the wall in front of the kitchen. Warming shelves separated the kitchen from the counter area. The other side of the building had a long wall running the length of the store with 4 doors. Buck pointed out the first door as a small bathroom. The second door he showed me was a small break room. The third door was to a Buck’s small office with a desk, computer, and two chairs, one in each side. The cooler doors were opposite of Bucks office. Further down the wall was another door (which I later learned was the dry storage), then a set of stairs to the basement, finally ending at an exit door. There were no windows in the back of the shop. We went into Bucks office and sat down. He had an open case of water with about half of the bottles left on his desk. He gave me one then took one for himself. I was excited, anxious, a little horny, and a lot of nervous. So much was riding on this interview. I had a feeling deep in my gut that getting a job here, working for Buck, would change my life in ways I couldn’t imagine! ———————- Hello again all. This chapter was a long set up again. I can’t seem to help that, haha. But don’t worry the next chapter will have some good sex in it. Hope you all enjoy this start and will enjoy the rest of the store as it develops. Thanks!

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

Ken was a nervous mess. He walked into this bar that he had never even knew existed 24 hours ago. Ken is a 25-yr old Caucasian man standing 5’9” with brown hair and blue eyes with average build. He was quite aware he wasn’t winning any contests but he was pleasant to look at. Ken was on the prowl tonight. He had heard from this guy at work that this club helped men get a dumb bitch high so they could fuck all night long. At first, he was shocked as this information and slightly appalled. He didn’t stay that way though. The next day he was asking his co-worker the information. He had thought the man was doing him a solid, after-all, Ken hadn’t been laid in a long while. He wasn’t above paying a little for it. He was shocked a little that the co-worker confided in him so easily since they didn’t particularly like each other. In fact, they had been feuding for quite a while. Ken just brushed it off as a bro helping out a fellow bro. Ken had followed his instructions as laid out. He showed up at the end of the night when it would be darker and they would be playing the loudest music. Ken walked up to the bar at the far side of the establishment. He found the only bartender wearing a silver shirt, just like he was hold he would be. Ken flagged the bartender down and ordered a rum and coke for himself and a “party girl” for the lovely blonde woman he was pointing out. Ken slipped him the proper amount for the bribe and the bartender gave Ken a wink. The bartender proceeded to make a mixed drink with some liquid added to it. The bartender flagged another employee and had the drink delivered to the woman dancing in front of Ken. Ken was too preoccupied to notice that the bartender made his weak rum and coke with a dose of G mixed in. Last call came up and Ken waited eagerly for the woman to show sign of incapacitation but to no avail. She left with her friends and Ken was stuck at the bar alone. Ken was upset that he had even tried to follow through with drugging a woman. At the very least, he was upset that he never made a move. When the bartender was pushing the last customer out the bar, he locked up and made his way back to the bar where Ken was nursing his second drink. The bartender introduced himself as Julian. Ken finally got a proper look at Julian. He was a 5’11” black man with a swimmer’s build. Ken stared at the silver shirt reflecting the little light there was in the room. Julian said he felt bad that Ken didn’t come up but he doesn’t give refunds. Ken got to his feet, feeling defeated. He was just about to start for the door when Julian invited him to stay and chill a bit. He said no refunds but that he would at least let him hit a bowl before he left. Ken was feeling really good and accepted his consolation prize following the black man to a side office. The went through a different door out of the office into what looked like a dimly lit bedroom. Ken thought bedroom because of the bed visible when he first walked in. There was some sort of thing that hung from the ceiling that he had never seen before. To his slight right there was a couch and big screen tv playing some sort of B movie (the kind that had tits in almost every scene). And finally, there was a nice-looking bathroom to the very right. Ken turned his attention to the couch where he saw another black man sitting down. He was wearing a white tank and pants. It took a minute but Ken recognized him as the bouncer in the club. The bouncer was just as tall as Julian, if not taller. Not that he could really tell with him sitting down. He had a muscular football player physique that looked really good in the tank. Julian told Ken to sit down next to his new friend Dee while he made everyone a drink. Ken sat down next the big guy. He attempted to make small talk with Dee but only received one-word answers as response. Julian was busy at the minibar he had set up next to the bed. He opened a mini fridge and pulled out 2 beers. He started making a weak rum and coke and opened a box with a collection of pills and powders. He mixed in a crushed Cialis, crushed ecstasy, and a small shard of Tina. He stirred until everything dissolved. Julian came back to the 2 men with drinks in hand. He sat on the other side of Ken. They made small talk for a while until Ken had finished his drink. Once that drink was empty, Julian pulled out a packed pipe from his pocket. He pulls out a lighter and takes a hit. He blows it out right in Ken’s face. Ken is taken back by cloud in his face. He would normally be upset at such a move, but he was feeling really good right now and was chill as can be. Ken opens his mouth to say that he thought Julian was gonna bring out some weed. He received a head nod indicating negative. Julian spouts that cool, this stuff is even better than weed. Makes you feel really good. Ken was down to try the mystery substance. Julian places the pipe up to Ken’s mouth and lights it for him. Ken takes his first hit of Tina and blows out a small cloud. Oh, come on, you can do better than that exclaimed Julian. He was told to breath in slower this time. The second flick of the lighter and Ken filled his lungs with the crystal and blew out a large cloud. Julian says perfect and Dee echoes the comment. Dee says that he loves watching a boy take his first hit of T. They insisted that Ken continue to finish off the bowl. Ken was happy to oblige. When Ken finally handed the empty pipe over to Julian, Julian pulled out a baggie with considerable amount of crystals in it. He finds a decent sized shard and refilled. He takes a hit to melt the bowl and then passes it to Dee. Dee takes 2 hits and passes it to Ken. The greedy little piggy starts hit after hit, taking 4 in total. He hands it back to Dee. Dee smiles and says it’s gonna be a good night. That’s when Dee drops the bombshell. He tells the guys that he is expecting a nice snow bunny to be showing up any time now. Ken’s smile faded as the thought he was going to have to head home now. Then Dee follows up with oh she is definitely down to fuck and that his boys can join him in the fun. Ken smiles and is overcome with delight that he would be fucking tonight afterall. Which is good because he felt his dick start to act up in his pants. Julian says he is gonna be the first to shower quickly and that they can shower right after him. Julian walks over to the bathroom and strips naked. He turns around and makes eye contact with Ken. The naked man says he will be right back and go ahead and keep smoking without him. Dee picks up the pipe and takes a huge hit blowing it down on Ken. He hands over the pipe to the white boy. No sooner does he take a second hit when Julian taps him on the shoulder and tells him that it’s his turn to jump in. Ken gets up and without thinking walks up to the bathroom. He does as he is told and strips naked and jumps in the shower. Ken just stands there letting the water hit his skin. The ecstasy is starting to kick in and Ken is just loving the feeling of the water hit his skin. He has no idea how long he is in the shower but he feels a hand on his shoulder and something smooth on his ass. Ken turns around and it’s Dee right behind him. He is so close to Ken that he takes in a big breath of air and that moved him forward enough that their dicks touch. Ken just looks down at his pink dick next to the soft black snake. Dee says it’s his turn that Ken needs to dry off and go sit on the couch. The fucked up snow bunny was on her way and almost here. Ken left the shower, picked up a towel and dried himself off. He looked on the floor for his clothes but couldn’t find them. He walks out to find Julian naked, bending over the couch. He stands up and acts like he was caught up with something. Ken forgot about his clothes and asked what he was doing. Julian said he wanted to get really flying for the fucking so he decided to give himself a booty bump. Julian turns to Ken and asks do you wanna get really high? The fuck will be amazing. Ken takes a moment to think about this new information. Julian waists no time. He goes and touches Ken’s chest with his palm and flicks his nipple. These actions send tingles through Ken’s body. He says yes, oh gawd yes. Ken’s towel drops and his 6-inch dick is sticking straight up. Julian lowers his hand to grazes the tip of Ken’s dick. Julian positions Ken over the side of the couch and pulls up one of his knees to rest on the armrest. This left his hole nice and exposed. Ken comes up behind Ken with some supplies. Julian squirts some T lube on his finger and pushes a bit into Ken’s virgin hole. The finger is slipped out and relubed. The finger returns to the tight hole. Then Julian adds a second finger. A moan escapes Ken’s mouth. Julian pulls his fingers out. He grabs the bag of tina and pulls out 2 large shards and pushes them into the virgin hole. Ken shouts that it burns but is waved off by Julian who says it will feel good in a minute. Julian adds a third finger and holds them there until the shards dissolve fully. Julian pulls the fingers out right as Dee walks out naked. Julian turns Ken around and pushes him down to his knees. Dee yells out great the fucked up snow bunny has just arrived. Let’s fuck the shit out of her. Ken gets down to his knees and Julian is rubbing he dick head on his lips. Dee gets down to Ken’s level and starts rubbing him down. First his chest, then his nipple, his thigh, and then the back of the head. With every touch, his mouth opened up wider and soon he had Julian's 9-inch dick halfway in his throat. Dee stood up and pushed Julian’s dick away with his own 9.5-inch dick. He pushed almost the entire length into the young man’s throat. The two men are laughing it up, staring down at their prize of the night.

Similar but different experience…I met up with a hungry twink cocksucker in the rest room of a crowded movie theater. I blew a massive load to give my new boy a thick creamy facial that he wore dripping from his lips and chin as walked through the crowded lobby back to his seat in the theater. It was a rush to walk behind him and watch the reactions of people as they realized what was on his face. Later took him back to my place and fucked another load into his hole as I licked my dried seed from his face.

My favorite position. On my back with a BBC in my pussy.

The positive aspect (Mind the pun!) of being sick is that I can play pretend that I came down with the fuck flu!

The simple solution is to get on PreP! Unless you have a death wish, if you become poz you're going to have to take meds anyway. So why not prevent yourself from becoming poz by going on PreP and sticking with it. HIV is permanent, and meds (at least in the US) are fucking expensive. I wish PreP existed before I pozzed. Seriously.

I love thongs. Have tons as my regular underwear and its a confidence booster. Plus i love how it feels in all the places. On other guys I find it very hot, especially on masculine, fit, buff, or hairy men. Something about just a hint of sluttyness on non-fem bodies is so hot to me. Early days of me wearing a thong. The guy who took the pic loved them on me.

I went to the sauna, I was in a slut mood. I wanted to stick my cock in anyone and get as much cock in me as possible. I have not been regularly crusising to get satisfied the last couple of weeks. They have changed the maze and taken out a private room recently, removed the gloyholes and put a new soft gym mat on the floor there. So you can just fuck in the open. You can get down on your knees on the mat. The floor mat is in a nice alcove with a lube dispenser. I just walked in took off my towel, threw it in the corner and lubed up my hole and stroked my cock, watching the big video wall around the corner. I waked past a rooms and saw a guy leaning over the bench in there. I fucked him with the door open, and another big cock guy came up behind me and played with my lubed up ass, he closed the door and he eased his big cock in my hole and fucked my ass slowly while I was fucking the guy over the bench. That was a good start. I didn’t want to cum yet so. We broke up after about twenty minutes. 1 plus 1 = 2 fucks. I walked over to the peepholes and there were two older guys there, I guess they are partners, me and young smooth guy played with their cocks, they got hard. And those partners loved the attention and they fucked each other and put on a show for me and the smooth guy. The partners went off, I think to the spa pool area. A hairy dude came along, him, me and the smooth guy, all went to a room. We fucked and sucked in every combination. It was hot and sweaty in there, a bit like a steam room. We had a lot of full body contact. The young smooth guy came up my ass but was quite about it, his cum leaked out later when another dude fucked me. We were in there for most of an hour. At one point, smooth guy got me to lie on my back and he sat on my cock and got the hairy guy to put his cock in behind him, so the smooth guy had two cocks raw fucking his hole. Then me and the smooth guy had a 69 while the hairy guy fucked him. I got a close up view of some cock and balls fucking hole right in my face, dripping with sweat and lube. Some good, sweaty, piggy fucking and sucking to taste and smell. Two cocks in me, and I fucked them both too, so 6 fucks total now. Over on the mat in the alcove, there was this buff asian guy and another older guy and a third guy about my age. We stood around jacking, the third guy kneeled and sucked us. The older guy was hard as fuck, I moved so his cock head was brushing my hip. He liked that and he felt my ass to find me well lubed up, he moved around and rubbed his cock in my crack, I aligned my hole with the tip of his cock and I pushed back and he fucked me for a few minutes. +1 fuck = 7. I was high on lust, I remember fucking some guy while standing on the mat, I just bear hugged him and fucked him and another guy came up and fucked me at the same time, so the second time being the meat in the sandwich, I love it. I remember thinking it would be good for another guy to join in and make a fuck chain. Anyway there was a lot of cum running down my leg, and the guy fucking me said he did not cum in me, so that’s when I realised the smooth guy blew his load up my ass. +2 = 9 fucks, I think. I kind of lost track of the guys. I went back to the locker room took a shower and drank some water and relaxed in the spa pool, hard cock older guy was in the pool. Buff asian guy and the hairy dude from earlier joined us, there was some cock touching going on in the pool, which is not common there. I said we could play in the maze area in a bit after we have relaxed. Twenty minutes later, back on the mat in the alcove, no towel, lubed up, hairy guy bends me over and slides his cock in, we have a bit off a play, I am not sure if he came in me, I think he said he couldn’t, but he had to head home now. So I kinda think he blew his load in me. Buff guy wants me to fuck him but hairy guy has me warn out. 10 fuck total now, but same hairy guy from earlier. We go over to a big bed that fits four guys, right in front of the video wall, big cock guy from earlier is watch porn and stroking. Buff guy says he wants to cum in my ass, big cock guy is supportive of the idea. So I roll over and push my face against the big cock and I am jacking him in my face. And buff guy goes to town wrecking my hole for several minutes at a time, taking a break for me to play with big cock guy and then buff guy fucking me hard again like an animal. He blows his load in my ass and then plays with his cum leaking out my hole. I think that was 11 fucks, 9 guys. My hole was so brutalised I can’t even blow my own load, I got two, maybe three loads in my ass. What was great, no one even reached for a rubber, just raw cock everywhere. Everyone was up for fucking and sucking as much bare cock as they could. I like that people don’t really care about hiding in a room when they are fucking. I have been going to this place on and off for about three years, people used to mostly fuck in the rooms. I think that people did not like to be seen bare fucking out in the open, they would hide in a room and fuck raw, but I get off on people seeing me bare fuck, and they know that's what I want. A couple of the regulars, I know they used to wrap up and they don’t now. I like that guys just put their cock in a hole and go for it, what ever feels hot in the moment.

Alright you all wanted it, so heres a short part two, from the hubbys perspective. Wasnt exactly sure on how to write this but hey heres to trying Part 2, The Hubby Today's the day, we've talked about it for a while now. Today we make it reality, unfortunately I have to work but realistically it just adds to the fantasy. He's gonna go to the spot we talked about, it's in a run down part of town, hardly anyone goes there. But I hear the cruising scene is strong, at least that's what this guy told me at the bar. He was a big muscle bear type, pretty sure hes a biker from the gear he was wearing. He was completely covered in tattoos I think to add to the look hes going for, scorpions, biohazard and lots of tribal. But he was friendly enough. We met at a local gay bar known for being a bit more, well kinky. We wanted to go out get some drinks and explore our kinks a bit more. I have a thing for putting on a show, letting people see just how I own a hole. Well after we got to the bar we sat together and had some drinks, after a while he wanted to go explore the bar and I figured id just save our seat at the bar, thats when he introduced himself to me. We chit chatted some. He asked me what I was looking for here. Maybe it was me having to much to drink but I told him how im married and pointed out the husband. Told him how we want to meet up at a cruising spot to put on a show. Told him how I love being watched. This must have turned him on because he was rubbing his crotch and asking more questions. He asked if I ever let other guys fuck my man. I told him yeah, but only with protection. That it only happened a couple times. He told me that I need to let other guys breed him, that sliding into a freshly breed hole is the best feeling in the world. The drinks must be hitting me because i was instantly rock hard thinking about it. I told him that it definitely sounds hot, but he'd never go for it. He told me about a local cruising spot, that he would be willing to help make my fantasy come true. He said it's even marked on sniffies, that local bottoms always advertise when they get there, and guys come for the show. Or to breed what ever I want. "Tell you what you tell me your going and I'll make sure that you have an audience." I thought about it a bit and decided fuck it let's do it! I told him we'll be there this weekend. He handed me his number and headed out. Tho on his way out i saw him go to a couple of his buddies at least I assume they are since they have matching tattoos, and point over at my husband. Fast forward to now. I completely forgot that I had to work but figured I should be able to get out on time. So I figured fuck it let's do it. I told the husband it's a go, I told him about the spot i was told about. To post when he got there and wait for me ass up in one of the stalls and we'll put on a show. I headed to work and remembered what that guy from the bar said. So I shot him a text, saying "Hey were gonna check out that spot today, told him to wait for me ass up. That it'll make it more exciting, be on the lookout with sniffies he'll post once we're ready." "Perfect, I'll be on the lookout and let the boys know, maybe i can even pre-lube him ☣️" "Sounds hot man, I can't wait" Idk what that biohazard was about but I figured id just focus on work so I can get out on time. Hours passed I still had about an hour of work left when I got a text. "Hey me and the boys are ready, hope your serious about this" "Yeah tho it looks like I might be stuck a little late" "Don't make us wait too long, we've been needing some hole" I didn't get a chance to respond due to work getting crazy so I got back to work. I was busy for a few more hours but it finally died down enough for me to leave. I went to text my husband that I was finally ready to do it but when I checked my phone my heart sank. I had several texts. Husband: "Hey just got here, im gonna get in position for you, I even brought the cuffs to make it extra exciting see you soon ;)" Bear guy: " Hey are we still doing this?" "Did you guys flake on me?" "Oh looks like we're still on after all?" "Im lubing up your boy now where are you?" "His hole is calling my name, if you don't answer im gonna have to take care of him myself" "I see you wanna play games well I kept your boy plenty of company" Followed by a series of pictures of my husband, One of him arching his back showing off his hole, one of the bear fingering his hole with a condom covering his finger, One of my boys hole open and looked like it was dripping cum, Then one of him fucking my boy with a destroyed condom Then his hole dripping cum, with another guy pouring the contents of a used condom onto his hole "You took to long so we went ahead and put in a show for you, you better hurry up before he ends up getting gang raped" There were more pictures of random guys breeding him, most of which shared that same tattoo "Hey sorry I couldn't stay to see you but I gotta go, I went ahead and made a post for you guys on sniffies check it out 😈☣️" Followed by a link, I opened it and there was my man, bound, dripping cum, the post was asking for any guy to come breed him, to fill his hole with anon cum from the used condoms around the cruising spot. I didnt know what to think I was rock hard but also felt terrible, I rushed over to the spot. When I got there it looked busy there were people outside talking about a slut taking charged loads, that this is one hell of a conversion party. I went to walk in but there was a line, when I tried explaining I was the bottoms husband they laughed and said I married a slut, that ill still have to wait my turn. There was a guy ahead of me with a jar full of some white liquid that I could only imagine what it was, i heard him talking to his buddies about saving it for a special occasion. That they could just dip their dick in coat it in cum and use it as lube to rape the boys hole. I was sick but my dick was rock hard I was so conflicted. While I spent time debating what to do it the line was moving, before I knew it it was my turn. I saw him knelt over the toilet he looked defeated, but the sight was too hot I need to know what his hole felt like. The jar was still there tho mostly empty so I figured whats one more? I dipped my dick in lubed it up with anon cum dripping my own precum in the mix and slid in. It was the best feeling I've ever felt i didnt last long I slammed into him fucking him hard, trying my best not to make a noise, there was cum flying everywhere. Finally I breed him deep it was the best orgasm I've ever felt. I slowly pulled out and before I could even think of unlocking him the guy behind me pushed me out of the way and started raping his hole hard. He was crying into a gag but it was to hot to stop I just watched as him and 5 other guys raped his hole. I went back outside to clean myself up and gain my composure. By time I was done it was pretty empty outside of the one guy breeding him telling him how hes a dirty cum whore slut, asking how many poz loads he took. Then let out a roar breeding him yet again deep. Called him a slut again, and poured what little bit of cum was still in the yard directly into his hole and left. I didn't know what to say really or do so I just pretended to be shocked and apologized that this could of happened to him, I uncuffed him and he asked to just have some time alone and if he could just meet me at home. I agreed and went out to my car. I sent a text to the bear telling him how hot all of that was. But it's fucked up that he didnt ask for permission. He just responded with "Shut up I know you liked it. The guys were telling me how you joined in. Not to mention i got it on tape" I was shocked I didnt know what to say so I just drove home Part 3 coming possibly haha

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 agree the last chapter was very arousing, especially knowing that Trevor is aiming to beat Ant's prep and poz him. This dynamic could be a "spin-off" of this story. Really like the innocent, but sexually-charged, occurrences that Jacob witnesses, and thus priming him for his eventual pozzing by more than one of the staff in the basement? If given the chance, I believe Jacob will let Buck fuck him anywhere, anytime. 😈 The next chapter, please...

I just hooked up with a 10 inch BBC and he fucked me hard and deep. Found out he was poz after he put a second load inside of me lol. We're getting together again soon.

He was 19. He was innocent. He was a virgin. He told me he wasn’t into risky play. He is a cute white twink. Raised in a conservative home where men like me were to be feared, never trusted, never touched, never worshipped. But deep down, he wanted it. You could see it in the way he talked. The way he needed a breeding top to take control. The hesitation that didn’t quite hide the hunger. We didn’t talk about condoms. He assumed one would appear. But when the moment came, I didn’t offer—and he didn’t ask. He lay back, legs open, body trembling with the kind of tension that comes from years of repression. I stroked myself slowly—thick, bare, ready—and pressed the head of my cock against his virgin hole. He stiffened. I looked him dead in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want it like this?” He nodded. That was it. Not a word about safe. Not a plea for protection. Just a silent, shaky nod—his whole body screaming for something his mind still didn’t know how to accept. So I pushed in. Bare. Hard. Deep. He gasped as my cock broke through—tight and untouched, and suddenly filled. He didn’t stop me. Didn’t push me away. Didn’t even blink when I pushed my raw dark cock deep in him, buried to the base. I pounded and bred him, like he was a whore. Because in that moment, he was. I moved slowly at first, watching his face shift—fear melting into shock, then surrender. His fingers pushing into the sheets, his thighs quivered, and his hole… God, his hole opened. Soft. Wet. Eager to be used. Like it had waited its whole life to serve a dark dick raw. And when I came inside him—deep, raw, no warning—he moaned like he’d just been unlocked. Later, I asked him if he knew what I meant when I said “are you sure you want it like this” and he thought I meant “are you sure about sex?” That he’d expected a condom. I told him the truth: His body gave me a better answer than words ever could. That was his first time. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t safe. It was rough and raw. And now, he doesn’t hesitate. He opens. He serves. He drips with cum. He knows. He was raised to say no. But his body has learned to say yes—especially to MEN of colour.

I don't know why, but this setting--a pizza shop--makes this pozzing (& chasing) story even hotter. Maybe, it's because I live in a college town with several pizza restaurants and have many very cute delivery guys. Wouldn't be hot to have some of Scorpion Daddy's sons offering to gift their strain to customers? Maybe, this "service" would be on a "secret" menu of Scorpion boy services?! Looking forward to see where @Uncut300takes us readers in the next installment.

During COVID, I was the chief of security at a Brooklyn homeless shelter—a festering shithole split into two buildings. One was crammed with your run-of-the-mill drifters and mild MICA (Mentally Impaired, Chemically Addicted) cases, and the other building is a story all to itself. Then came this Polish kid, 19, on conditional parole—shelter or back to prison. Six-three, short wavy blond hair, blue eyes piercing like ice. Shredded lean frame concealing a massive uncut Slavic cock. I know because he would walk down the hallways in worn-out basketball shorts, and the sun would cast a silhouette of his cock as he stumbled down the hallway. Patrolling the second-floor A-corridor became my favorite patrol for that view alone. During wellness checks before lunch, I'd catch him in bed, giggling, scratching his balls, reeking of K2. That monster would slip out of his shorts constantly—damn, it was a sight. When the George Floyd riots hit NYC, he joined the looting frenzy. He returned with fresh track marks riddling both arms. I asked, "What the hell happened?" He rambled about raiding stores, flipping the goods for cheap, scoring enough for a week-long hotel stay and heroin for him and his girlfriend. Boy, was he starting to itch, and I knew he was about to be involuntarily sent to a rehab by the director. So I told him he would most likely be going to rehab for a while since this place isn't equipped to deal with his withdrawals. He accepted that fate and basically knew that was in the cards for him. I said, "When you get out, I might have something for you." Puzzled, he asked what. I said, "Light work, off the books, something to help you out." Roughly two weeks later, he came back, and he wasn't a happy camper. The methadone eased his withdrawals, but he didn't care; he just wanted to go back out and get high again. (I know, no shit.) So I said, "I know a guy who might have some work as a personal assistant, a cash gig, something to put some money in your pocket." Knowing his P.O. (parole officer) was up his ass, it seemed like something better to do than hang out in the shelter all day. So I gave him the phone number and said he'll most likely have you move some boxes, shit like that. He said, "Cool," and thanked me. Little did I know, the guy, we'll call him Glenn, had other plans after they met. After the first day, I asked him, "Hey, how did it go?" He said, "He had me move some boxes and shit, easy stuff, you know." Thinking nothing of it, I went about my day as he went back out for another day of "work." A few weeks passed by, and I saw Glenn outside of the Boiler Room on East 4th Street and asked, "Hey, how is that kid working out for you?" He pulled out his phone and, with a guilty smirk, said, "See for yourself." The first video is of the boy showering in Glenn's bathroom, savoring the pressure, soaping his lanky frame, huge cock swinging freely. Aroused and wary of the ethics, I muttered, "Hotter than I imagined." My cock was throbbing as I sipped my beer, then he swiped left on his phone to another video of him jerking the kid off. Holy fuck, it was fucking hot. Just watching his facial reactions alone would have been enough, but fuck, that cock is nice. So naturally, I asked, "How did you manage to pull that off?" Glenn replied, "Simple, I gave him fifty bucks." My cock jumped and leaked precum even more when he put the third video on. There's Glenn sucking his cock while the boy is watching straight porn. Holy fuck, the way that boy's balls jumped when he blew his load is something I replay in my head whenever I need to get off in a hurry. Then Glenn puts on the fourth video of him eating the boy's ass out. His long slender legs are shaking as his cock is being edged with a tongue up his ass. God damn, Glenn is grooming this boy to be his fuck-boy. The load he shoots is nothing short of amazing, but the sounds he made are unforgettable. Completely transfixed on this collection of pure video gold, I looked at Glenn and asked, "You've got more, don't you?" His smirk could have been noticed by anyone on the block as he swiped left on his phone again. There, Glenn is bent over on his couch while the boy is just fucking him with his eyes closed. You can tell he hates this, but the money was obviously good enough. Glenn is holding his ass open, huffing on poppers, begging for that junkie's load. The boy didn't last long, but Glenn didn't care; he got what he wanted. The fifth video, I'm watching Glenn on the floor, and the boy looks fucked out of his mind, kinda dopey but definitely in an excited state. His eyes closed, fucking the shit out of Glenn, calling him a "stupid faggot" while not giving a fuck about him. Just using his ass like a cash machine, frantically pushing any button just for every dollar he can extract. Then Glenn swipes left again and shows me another angle of the same scene. Holy fuck, that boy has a huge cock. That, or the TV really does add 10 pounds. The length is impressive on its own, but the width is that of a prized porn star. Glenn might not be an Adonis himself, but in those videos, he's comparable to the hottest drugged-up twink being gang-fucked in a sex club you've ever seen. Happy as a pig in shit, Glenn buys me another beer and says, "If you have any other boys that need some work, let me know." I didn't feel so hot about the end result of my efforts, thinking some moral line had been crossed. When I thought about it, everyone was a consenting adult, no one was harmed, and in a weird way, I helped the homeless. Months later, after his P.O. eased off the monitoring, he went back to the smack after being made flush with cash. In the end, I was an unsuspecting pimp and, the boy's secret is safe with Glenn and I.

My next tattoo on my back, I don't know wich one of this two designs yet.

I first started pissing on fuck buddies’s legs in the shower after hook ups. It was more about boys being a little naughty, than overtly sexual. I didn’t really get into it completely until I answered a craigslist ad from a guy that wanted to be pissed on kneeling in the shower. It was so hot seeing his hair get wet and my piss dripping down his face while he stuck out his tongue and tasted it.

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Searching for Answers After their experience with the Crone and the Deep Forest trials, Dimitrios and Conrad went back home. Both felt changed, altered, but neither knew how or why. Over the course of the next year to eighteen months, they grew more apart, unable to live in the same home but somehow still linked by their shared history and long friendship. Finally, they decided to take a sabbatical from their professional lives and travel the world. Neither of them needed to work for money, as both men had ample—Dimitri’s was actually more like vast—trust funds and decades of lucrative investments. Conrad had been thinking of starting his own small, boutique HIV practice anyway and Dimitri had a younger brother who was eager to prove his worth in the family business. And so it was decided, a year or two of sabbatical and they would return and Conrad would start his own practice and Dimitrios would return as company president or senior board advisor, and both would only do the professional work that interested them. At first their trip was nothing but frustrating to their larger goal of understanding what was happening to them. Prague was its usual festival of gay visitors and its crop of young men fed Dimitri’s growing obsession with small blonde twinks and muscle twunks. Conrad was less happy, as his sexual conquests increasingly tended towards slender, wiry, lean, muscly, men with darker skin and hair. To add to the aura of frustration for both men, the Crone was no where to be found and no one had ever heard of anybody called—or nicknamed—the Great Stag. And so, given the general direction of their experiences, they figured they should go to the epicenter of Euro kink: Berlin. After just a few weeks, both men were more content, as the city was filled with eager, young German and Scandi blondes for the Greek Muscle God and, well, the WASP Jock Doc was getting an ample serving of Latino, Spanish, and gorgeous Turkish butt. And then their luck really started to change. One night as they were about to leave Prinzknecht, a hot short muscly red-headed barback with a fantastic ass approached them. “Ur Dimiti an’ Coanrad, reit? he asked with an adorable Scottish accent. Both men got hard: here was a boy they could agree on. But he handed them an envelop, the smell of patouli wafting off of it. “A’ old granmither gave me ‘tis fur ye’se.” The note was from the Crone, telling them to go to the fist party the next Sunday at Böse Buben private clubhouse. And yes, since you’re all wondering, red-headed Rory was a fantastic fuck, eager for as much Greek and American cock and fist as he could get the rest of the two years they lived in Berlin. ### Timmy’s Rosebud Conrad finally stopped fucking the boy, driving his big cock in and filling the boy as deep as he could with potent chempiss. After Dimitri gave the boy a huge piss load, Conrad slipped several giant rocks in the boys hole. He grabbed one of his signature inflable plugs, positioning it so that it as it inflated it would block and stretch the boys outer opening forcing the piss in deeper and eventually entering Timmy’s second hole. “Daddy’s gonna pump this up, because you want that daddy chempiss deep inside you making you feel good,right?” Conrad demanded. Timmy, smiled dreamily, already feeling the healing powers of the potent chems to his sore hole, “Yes daddy, I love the chempiss, want it deep inside my boyhole.” Conrad smiled, “Tell me when it hurts. Do daddy proud through, show me what a little man you are, and let me stretch a bit before you ask me to stop.” Timmy agreed and Conrad began to pump. Of course, by design, Conrad didn’t hear Timmy ask him to stop until the twink had asked the third time, his breath catching as the football-shaped plug began stretching both pf his holes at once while pushing the huge piss load deep inside. Conrad looked down, “I’m confused boy, not thirty minutes ago you were begging me to stretch your hole and hurt you. Was that a lie?” Timmy was confused—he could barely remember five minutes ago let alone thirty—but then he vaguely remembered those moments. “No sir, that’s what I said.” “Good,” Conrad said, “You’re going to get three more pumps.” He smiled at Dimitri who was loading up the pipe. They both knew if the boy kept quiet Conrad would only give him two. This time. Timmy struggled and gasped, but didn’t say a word and he thanked Conrad profusely for giving him only two more. Dimitri settled in beside the kids head, and started feeding him the pipe. Once the kid was flying, Conrad had him get up and kneel on the bed, ass up and chest flat. He cried out but again kept his mouth shut as the change in his body’s geometry forced the big load of piss and the big plug a bit deeper in his hole. The two top men lay on the bed to relax, the pump to the boy’s plug within easy grasp of either man. For the next sixty minutes, they stretched the boy, waiting until the drugs kicked in and Timmy began to want it. This happened on cycles of about around seven minutes, depending on how many pumps of air the boy took. Conrad invariably gave three or four, Dimitri two. From time to time, right after a big stretch, one of the two men would go down and praise him for being a good boy then feed him deep lungfuls of the pipe. Once the boy was really flying, he re-entered his subspace, his mind focused only on his hole. And now he begged them to stretch and use him. And so Conrad did, pumping the plug up until it was stretching the boys outer ring almost as big as his supernatural knot, pumping until the sound of Timmy begging to be used became grunts and little cries of pain. Conrad did this until Timmy was rigid, his whole body shaking. Conrad held the boy like this for five minutes, and saw that Dimitri’s giant cock was hard as steel and he could have sworn he saw a faint red glow on his tattoo. His own cock was like iron, and he knew what his beast wanted—to slam the boy and keep stretching until he was weeping. But the boy was Dimitri’s, and so Dimitri was ultimately in charge: Dimitri would be the boys first slam. Instead Conrad did the next best thing, in his view of things anyway. He deflated the toy until it was the size of a fat zucchini. He squirted a bunch of laced up lube in—the boy was dehydrated and had reused his top men’s urine moisture for his own body’s needs—and he gently fucked the boys second hole. He positioned the inflatable football plug so the widest part was inside the boys second ring, shoving the security base right up to the outside of the first hole. He then dumped a 1/2 gram of Tina in the boy, right and left of the toy. And Conrad began to pump. Timmy kept himself under control for far longer than Conrad had expected. As the toy began the long slow stretch—Conrad was waiting a few minutes between stretches—Timmy pulled his own asschecks apart, making cries of ecstacy, rocking his ass back and forth like he did when he was into a fuck. But the stretch was inexorable, and Timmy began to struggle, but still he merely grunted, forcing his chest down against the bed. Dimitri came and whispered in the boys ear, and then obediently the boy ground out, “Please doc, hurt me, daddy, stretch me hard. Destroy my pussy.” Dimitri gave the boy four big hits of poppers and nodded at Conrad. Conrad started pumping steadily, leaving just a few seconds between pumps. Timmy struggled and began to moan, so Dimitri gave him another four hits of poppers. Once those kicked in, Conrad started pumping as hard and fast as as he could, taking the boy from moans to keens to screams. Once the boy was screaming at the big stretch he stopped and waited. Dimitri forced the boy towards calm—his face was alternating between bliss and agony—and fed him four more hits. Conrad started tiny little stretches while Dimitri gave the boy hit after hit on the pipe. Conrad stopped, and admired his handiwork. The boy was rigid, sweat dripping off his body and his surprisingly large eighteen-year-old boycock streamed precum and piss. His eyes were screwed up tight, and he was just moaning and groaning, lost between pain and his desire to have his hole used. The big toy was stretching the boy’s outer hole about an inch and half less than Conrad’s own big supernatural knot, which meant the inner hole was stretched about two inches more. From time to time his entire body would shake as his involuntary muscles tried to make the toy unwelcome. One this happened Dimitri would reach around, making sure sure the toy didn’t move. Finally, after several more rounds of poppers the boy relaxed, his chest went low and he regained his perfect arch. Dimitri loaded up the pipe and made the boy do cloud after cloud. Then,he gave him six huge hits of poppers. “Beg me to use you, Timmy, beg me to use your hole,” Conrad demanded as he started big hard quick pumps. “Please daddy use me, hurt me, use me Daddy,” Timmy chanted. When the toy was truly huge in the boys hole—his outer ring stretched tight and wide, about a full two inches of additional circumference, and his inner ring an agonizing two more as well—both considerably larger than Conrad’s cock—Conrad stopped. Dimitri fed the boy poppers and more tina, until the boy could handle the pain. It was a just barely handled state, though, Timmy occasionally jumped and gave small keening sounds, crying “Fuuuuuck, big stretch, fuuuck.” Conrad set the little timer they kept in the room to eight minutes. When the eight minutes were up Conrad ordered, “Show your Daddy Dimitri how much you want his fist, beg him to cloud you up so I can stretch you more.” The kid struggled inside his mind, but soon the drugs took over and he begged Dimitri for more drugs. Dimitri gave him four huge clouds, making him hold them in as long as he could. Then he gave the boy four big hits of poppers as Conrad began to pump, counting. When he got to three pumps the boy started screaming, so Conrad went to six and just stayed still. The boy was flawless in his suffering, still holding his ass high but his upper body undulated and writhed on the bed. He could almost see with his wolf sight the war in the boys head, as Timmy struggled to accept what he clearly craved. Conrad gave the boy two more pumps, the screaming started again, and then stopped and the boy dropped his chest, and offered his ass, despite the rigid body his limbs stayed and Timmy gave deep moans. Dimitri laughed and came over to Conrad and grabbed the ball, “You just made me a fisting pig, my love, thank you.” Conrad gave the boy more hits of the pipe and dozens of hits of poppers. In the end, Timmy was able to take another eight pumps before the screaming started again. Dimitri pushed him, and the boy got himself under control enough that he took three more. His little hole was stretched so, so wide, and Dimitri held him at the giant stretch until the screaming stopped. But now instead of submission the boy was shaking as he tried to push it out, crying out, “Oh fuck, daddy.” Dimitri gave him two more until he screamed, counting aloud back from sixty and then paused to admire the hot suffering twink, his hole unnaturally wide and tight around the plug and his abdomen distended. As he deflated the toy, the boy stayed in place as if frozen, and then seconds later assumed the position of submission. Conrad threaded the toy out and squirted in the most heavily laced lube of their arsenal. Dimitri greased up his huge right hands and forearms to his elbow with thicker lube and dumped a gram of Tina in his palm and made a big square fist. Conrad was over stroking the boys facing him, cooing “Such a good boy, so proud of you,” as he fed him a load of piss. The boy looked up at Conrad as if worshipping a god—which, to be honest, he was—and Dimitri paused until the boy had drank the load. Conrad moved the boy closer to the edge, his ass facing the back, and in a position where Dimitri could kneel beside the bed, his biggest fist at the boys ass, and his hands able to hold the boy by his torso or throat. Dimitri knelt and smiled. The boy was truly perfect for him. He leaned in and kissed him on the head, calling him such a good boy. The boy melted, his face nuzzled in the man’s huge bicep. “Did you like it when we stretched your little boypussy with that inflatable?” Dimitri demanded. The boy blushed slightly, but he said solemnly, “I loved it Daddy, it hurt sometimes but I loved it. Hurt me again Daddy, hurt me until I like it, please.” Dimitri smiled, and said, “Sure thing, pig boy, Daddy loves to do that too. Timmy started moaning, as he felt the big square fist being shoved up his hole, Dimitri holding his torso in place. Dimitri pushed into the molten depths of his new prize boy until he was knocking at the door of Timmy’s second ring. It was too fast and too deep for anyone’s first fisting, but Dimitri needed the boy to give him even more submission, even more of himself, than the boy had given Conrad. Dimitri froze, enjoying the boys visible struggle and the feeling of the boys fiery colon’s struggle to take his big arm. Once the struggle ceased, Timmy made a loud, deep, groan. Then he started making little noises of pleasure. Dimitri stuck his thumb out, into the boys second ring, and started making sensual circular motions. After a few minutes of this the boy was working up into a frenzy, and Dimitri started pushing the big pile of Tina in his palm into the deeper hole. Within seconds, Timmy was starting to try to fuck himself on Dimitri’s huge fist. Dimitri stopped him, grabbing him by the throat, and slid his hand out. “What do you need, slut?” Dimitri demanded. “Oh daddy, stretch me,” Timmy cried. “Gladly, slut,” Dimitri replied, sliding back in until again, he was at the boys second hole. Over the next thirty minutes, Dimitri’s fist entered and exited Timmy’s hole smoothly, until the hole began to loosen. Timmy was in a frenzy, enjoying the ride, cooing and moaning like the bitch in heat he’d become. Soon, Dimitri was punching the boy, keeping the experience smooth for the recently deflowered virgin. Dimitri punched the boy until his pussy was wet and sloppy, lube flying out with every punch. Timmy was a natural-born punch pig, begging his daddy to go harder, deeper, and crying out, “More sir, more sir.” Dimitri kept this up for a while, until his hardest punches could go in smoothly and the boy was lost in pleasure. Dimitri nodded at Conrad, who had been lying back and stroking his rock hard cock, and Conrad came over. He lubed up his hands and arms, going past his elbow. He dumped one half gram of Tina in his palm and closed it, making a big fist. Like his cock, Conrad’s fists were big and rectangular, a good half inch wider than his husbands, and his forearms were wide and flat, with very wide wrists. He was about to show Timmy what a punishing fisting felt like. Dimitri drove in and then used his fingers to flutter in the boys second ring. Timmy was in ecstasy, “Oh yea, Daddy, I need deep stretch, please, daddy.” Dimitri smiled and pulled out. “Reach back and show me your hole, and beg me to fist you deep, little pig,” Conrad commanded, sitting down behind the boy. As the boy immediately did as instructed, Dimitri grabbed a bottle of poppers, and got down by the boy, feeding him several big hits. As the poppers kicked in, Conrad drove his fist in until it was at the boys second ring. The boy was rigid and silent for a moment as his body absorbed the wide arm. He moaned and said, “Oh fuck, doc, oh fuck, so big.” Conrad gave the boy a minute, then he said “Beg me to destroy your cunt.” Conrad immediately started flicking Tina from his palm into the boys second ring. Timmy gave a little cry at the sudden burn, then he lowered his chest flat and said, “Oh god yes, please daddy, destroy my pussy, cunt me daddy.” Conrad obliged, popped his huge fist into the boy, until the muscle of the little ring closed around his his wide wrist. Timmy’s mouth opened in a silent howl. Conrad gave the boy a minute and nodded at DImitri. Dimitri gave the boy six big hits, and as the boy exhaled the sixth hit, Conrad pulled his fist out of the boy completely. Within seconds the little pig was begging for Conrad to destroy him again. And so Conrad did, driving smoothly into the boy past his second ring time after time until the boy was taking punches like the little whore he was. It didn’t take long for Dimitri to want to join in the fun, so he greased up his arm and they took turns. Soon they were changing angles, making sure the boy took their fists in all directions, stretching the hole wide and deep. The boy was doing extremely well, begging and pleading for me. Finally, Dimitri whispered, “Punish that boys pussy.” And held up his fist and made a twisting motion. Conrad nodded and Dimitri grabbed a gram vial and when Conrad pulled out, Dimitri dropped the pussypowder in. Conrad started punching it in until he felt it take affect, the boys hole undulating around him. He drove his fist into Timmy’s second ring and began to twist and turn while pulling in and out. Timmy started yelling and flopping about and Dimitri held him down, as Conrad started to use the same motion while going deeper. Suddenly, the boy stopped flopping, and Conrad pulled straight out and then started doing the same thing to his second ring, Timmy immediately started crying out, “Oh fuck daddy, punish me, punish me, cunt meeee.” Conrad kept this up for a good twenty minutes, before going back to straight punching. The torturous twisting had made the boys hole wide open and Conrad was able to go several inches deeper, until he was about two to three inches inches above his elbow. Then Dimitri took over, going in deep and dropping another quarter deep in Timmy ‘s guts. Dimitri’s arms were longer, but easier to take as they were relatively narrow behind his wrists and tapered out. Timmy thrilled at the way the big forearms stretched his hole as they went in. For a solid three hours they fisted the boy, and while Dimitri got him to take his elbow, the boy couldn’t take Conrad’s wider, square arms nearly as deep. They finally decided to take a break, and lay on the bed, Timmy between them. Each of the big men pounded the boy again, making him beg for their toxic loads. They then spent an hour or two cuddling, slowly fucking him when they let Timmy stuff their cocks into his hole. They constantly praised him, his body, and what a good boy he was. Stroking and kissing him, and sometimes fingering him gently. Timmy was still incredibly horny and the two men’s prescience made him what them to use him again. But they refused, being gentle and kind. It was now well into Saturday afternoon and so Conrad gave the boy half of a sleeping pill—giving him some piss to help wash it down. After Timmy drank both their loads of piss, they put him in a bed in one of the spare bedrooms with a big buttplug lodged in his ass. Timmy fell asleep almost immediately—he never taken a pill before—and Conrad and Dimitri went to rest in the master bedroom.

My last big cock.