Leaderboard

Chapter 9 ——— Buck ———- As I drove us home I reflected on the day at the shop. We were steady but not too busy unlike the record breaking sales day we had yesterday. If that kept up, I’d have to look at bringing on more staff. On the topics of new staff, I’d spent most the day in close confines with my newest scorpion boy, Jacob. When he came into the shop a little over a month ago he peaked my interest as well as my poz dick’s interest. He stood there talking to me shyly but with a strong resolve. I was sure Jacob was one of those boys that didn’t know how cute he was. He was 5’11 with a good build without being too defined or muscled, had a nice pert ass, his head was covered in light brown hair, and he had one of the prettiest set of brown eyes I’d ever seen. Plus this sweet respectful attitude made him even cuter. Since that first meeting he has only grew sexier to me. It’s been hard keeping my distance as he sorted out his family issues and got into his new apartment. Then I wanted to let him get settled before I made any moves. Today as I watched him work, I knew he was ready and I was almost certain he would be down to become a true scorpion boy! I decided to put the wheels in motion and have him train with me in the tight quarters that is the pizza station. It gave me plenty of chances to rub against him, touch him, and just be in his space. There was the added bonus when of getting too clean his nice round plump butt off. I copped a few squeezes as I got the floor of his pants. I also wasn’t shy about my hard dick rubbing against his butt as we worked or him seeing my hard dick bulging down my leg after I’d got up form looking at his butt as I was feeling it up, or I mean cleaning it. Not that I am creep or anything. I’d never make a move unless they gave me plenty of signals. If for one second I sensed he felt uncomfortable or put off I would have stopped immediately. Jacob made it clear he was interested so I proceeded. Now, we would just have to see if he was willing to go all the way and become my poz son. “Hey, you interested in some dinner? I can stop at the market and whip us up something if you were up for it.” I said breaking the comfortable silence of the truck cab. “I would love it but I don’t want to put you out. You had a busy weekend already.” He was always so considerate of everyone else. Always putting others first. Wanting to help and never to be a burden. I would teach him he wasn’t a burden. ”It’s no problem. I used to work 16 hour days all weekend at the restaurant. I can manage to make us something edible.” I said as I winked at him which brought a slight blush to his cheeks. We pulled into the market and he followed me through the store as I got everything we need to make dinner. I decided on a honey pork chop recipe I loved, with a fresh side salad with home made dressing, grilled asparagus, and home made mashed potatoes with a savory gravy. We got to the checkout and the sweet boy offered to give me money to help pay for it. I politely but firmly declined. He would learn Daddy Scorpion always treated when it came to food and meals. I knew I was preparing a lot of heavy food which typically you don’t eat before you bottom, but I didn’t plan on it going that far tonight. I’d introduce him to the idea and if that went well we go from there but I knew I wanted to wait to actually fuck and breed my new boy. Get to know his body first before I claimed it forever with my toxic strain. We got home and I poured us each a glass of the sweat tea. It was my family’s recipe passed down the generation of southern women. I had to beg my mom to teach me how to make it just right. I unloaded all the bags on the counter. Then washed my hands and started to clean and prep everything. I roped Jacob into the process as well. Having him cut up potatoes, chop herbs and the fresh onion, and so on. Making sure to rub against him and touch him as much as I could as we worked. I even pulled the using my finger to dip it into sauce or the dressing and then offering my finger for him to taste. Feeling his lips wrapped around my finger as he blushed made my dick as hard as it could be crammed in my pants. When I moved to the stove/oven, I put Jacob to setting the table for us. Pointing and telling him where everything was as I manned the stove. After he had set the table I put him to cutting the strawberries and adding the sugar for the shortcake cups we were going on have for dessert. I stepped over to add my few special ingredients I used to elevated it from normal strawberry shortcake cake to something special. It’d have been even better if I had time to make the cake from scratch but the cups would do. I had Jacob put the strawberry bowl in the fridge to chill and do it thing. We talked as the food finished cooking. He told me more about his dad passing away, his mom working so hard, his dead-beat step-dad, how he’d planned to go to college a few hours away on a full swimming scholarship be for he was injured and lost the scholarship, how he’d couldn’t qualify for student aid, and the ultimatum that lead him to my shop. I thought it was sad he had to endure so much but miraculously he turned out as prefect. I wasn’t glad he had to travel such a rough road before, but I was glad it led him to me and the rest of us at the shop. He needed a family that would care about him and give him the love and attention he needed and that’s exactly what we would do regardless of how the night and my pozzing plans went. I put all the food on serving dishes and took them to the table. We dished out our own serving off the platters and continued to visit. I told him a brief version of the story of my ex cheating and me waking up to a life I didnt want and how I changed it all (minus the poz stuff for now). I also told him about my upbringing in the south. My family and my education. My time in Paris learning from the master chiefs there. After the main course we had our dessert and just gossiper about the guys at the shop. We finished up and he helped me put away the left overs and load the dishwasher. He had been receptive all night. Blushing when I flirted with him, flirting back, making those eyes when he thought I wasn’t looking. I knew he was ready for the next step in our road that hopefully ended in my big fat raw poz dick impregnating his hole. I suggested we move to the back yard and climb in the hot tub to relax. He about choked on his tea when I told him we’d skinny dip. I couldn’t wait to see my boy naked! ———— Jacob ——— We had a wonderful evening. Buck was a fantastic cook. He brought what you’d think was ordinary to the extraordinary with every dish! Even the tea was the best I’d ever had. We talked and got to know each other all night. He touched me and rubbed against me, like he had earlier, as I helped him in the kitchen preparing the food and again as we cleaned up. This time though his touches lasted longer. His rubs were more firm. I felt his dick against my ass or hip many times! He also flirted with me all night. Smiling at me. Complimenting me. Laughing at my unfunny jokes. And again that smile! We had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Buck suggested we take a dip in his hot tub. It was cool out but not too cold. The warm water and bubbles would be nice. “Sure, that sounds great. Let me go get my trunks from my place.” I said as I turned to go across the street. Bucks big hand gently grabbed my elbow to stop me. ”Oh we don’t need any trunks. The neighbors are Ant and a two older gay men. They won’t care if they even see us. The tub is partially hidden. Plus it’s just us boys, why not go naked.” He said with a sly smile while his green eyes gleamed. Before I could answer he had taken his hat off and put it on the counter. That was followed by his shirt. His arms and chest were well muscled. His chest and flat stomach were covered in a light dusting of the same dark black hair that covers his head and of his mustache. His nipples were pointing out and looked to be hard. I also noticed he had the shops logo tattooed on one of his pecks. I thought that it was interesting he had decided to put the logo on him permanently. Or did the tattoo come first? That thought flew out of my head when he pulled down his jeans. I had missed him taking off his shoes and socks. He stood in front of me in nothing but a set of briefs. His obviously hard dick tenting them and making them hold on for dear life to keep him contained. ”Yea sure we can do that” I said not taking my eyes off his package. ”Hey there boy, you can look at that all night first get naked while I go get the towels.” He told me as he walked past me stopping just long enough to give me a little swat on my butt. I took my shoes and socks off first. Then my made short work of my shirt and pants. With a final deep breath I dropped my boxer briefs and my 7 in dick jumped out and stood straight out from my crotch. Buck came walking in just as I stood from lowering my underwear and saw my dick bounce. A low growl seemed to escape his throat. He walked up to me, put one of his big hands on my right ass cheek and gave it a squeeze as he handed me the towel with his other hand. I was so horny and nervous the minute he touched my bare ass I almost came and passed out at the same time. I notice then he was also naked. A big fat dick (which looked to be an inch or so bigger than mine and thicker) resting over a nice set of balls jutted out from his crotch. His bush looking like a porn stars pre manscaping. I could only take the towel from him and smile. With his now free hand he reached down and cupped my full balls as he leaned down and kissed me gently on my lips. I again almost came all over the floor. “Ok, let’s go get in the tub. I already turned it on with my phone. It should be hot and bubbly.” He said as he took my hand in his and led me out the door at the back of the kitchen. The backyard was dark minus a few solar lights that illuminated the path to a pergola that was half hidden by vegetation and fencing. We stepped into the pergola and Buck released my hand to take the lid off the tub. Sure enough it was bubbling away. This was the first time I’d ever been in a hot tub when it wasn’t related to my training for swimming. It goes without saying it was the first time I’d been in one naked, with another naked person, in semi public, with a raging hard on. Buck climbed in first then held my hand as I followed him. He sat down on the side nearest the house which was the most out of view of the neighbors. I went to sit across from him. “Oh no boy, come over here” he said and gestured for me to walk over too him. I stood my hard dick bouncing in the air as I walked to him. He grabbed my hips and turned me around and sat me right in his lap. His big fat cock wedged between him and my ass/lower back. ”Now that is much better isn’t boy?” He said as he wrapped his arms around me leaning us back then kissing my shoulder as we got into a comfortable position in the tub. “Yea, much better sir.” The sir just slipped out. I hadn’t called him sir since my first day but it just seemed natural to here and now. The sir seemed to warn me another growl and I felt his cock twitch against my ass. “You keep that up and you’ll side track me before we have our important conversation.” He said as he rubbed his hands all over my chest, stomach, and hard nipples. “I am not sure I can concentrate right now to have an intelligent conversation.” I replied as a moan jumped out of my throat as he gently pinched my nipple. ”Well I think we will be ok if we make it quick.” He said then kissed behind my ear. “Have you ever wondered where the red and black scorpion we use for the logo came from? Did you see I have it on my peck? ”Yes sir, I have been curious since my first shift.” I answered as he kissed my neck the nibbled slightly on my ear lobe. It was hard to concentrate and my dick was so hard I think all my blood had gone to it. “Well boy, it’s a symbol of what changed my life. It stands for a mix of betrayal, the catalyst for my new life, and the joy I have in sharing it.” He said as he continued to play with my nipple. “You see like I said earlier my ex had cheated on me. Had a lot actually and I was so busy doing a job I hated that I didn’t notice for years.” He said sadly. “How could anyone want another man when they had you sir?” I asked putting voice to a question I had since Trev had told me Buck had been cheated on. “Oh I don’t know. I wasn’t home a lot and wasn’t the most attentive. That doesn’t excuse Chad, he could have talked to me. But that’s not the point. When he cheated on me he wasn’t safe about it and gave me something.” He said his hands still roaming my body. “He did! How could he? That asshole!” I was outraged not only did he break Bucks trust he gave him a sti without him consenting. “I appreciate your outrage boy. I was plenty pissed when I learned what happened. The horrible irony is I always topped him but for our 10th anniversary I let him top me. That’s when he gave to me. I found out a month and a half later when I got sick.” He said as he kissed my shoulder. “But from that came my new and much improved life. After I got out of the mess with him things changed. My doctor and friend actually was the one that helped put me on the path I walk today!” ”Did he treat the std? What does that have to do with a scorpion? I don’t understand sir.” I told him truthfully bewildered. ”Well you see the std he gave me can’t be cured. He gave me HIV. Now just a minute and don’t freak out and let me continue. Ok boy?” He asked me with uncertainty in his voice. My body had tensed when he said HIV. I’d heard about it in health class so I knew it was bad but the built in fear I had from the scary stories they told kids so we’d use condoms made me tense up. I knew it was treatable now and wasn’t that big of big deal anymore but it still gave me goose bumps. “Okay, I am listening sir.” I said turning on his lap sideways to look in his beautiful green eyes. “After my doctor told me I tested positive for it he sent me home for a few weeks to rest and recover and then come back to talk options. At the follow up meeting he told me the usual treatment. A pill everyday and blood work every 6 months.” Buck paused briefly then continued, “He also told me some men choice not to go on the medicine right away. That with monitoring I could live a healthy life and not take anything till I really needed it.” That sounded good to me. But that would also mean he could give it to someone else if he wasn’t careful. “So you always use condoms when you have sex sir?” I asked. I had tried one on before and I hated how it felt. I planned to go on prep before I had sex so I didn’t have to. But since tonight was the first time I ever been naked with a man sexually let alone sat in his lap I had not gotten around to it. “Thats the other part of it. Before I left that second appointment my doctor explained to me that there were men out there that didn’t use protection. That liked to give HIV to other men that wanted it. He sent me home with research about what we call gifting. I can show you it later for you to look at when you get home.” He explained calmly. “These men all believe in being part of the poz brotherhood. A group of men that care for each other and love to share the gift that will be a part of each other forever. To care so much that we literally will allow another man to change our DNA or for us to change another’s.” He said his hands restating their roaming now on my back and legs. “Ok, I think I have heard of this before from one time I did a deep dive into the porn black hole. So, you are one of these men that like to gift? Also how does the scorpion work with it?” “The scorpion, particularly the red and black one, is one of the symbols gifter us to let others know they are HIV positive or poz as we call it. That’s why I wear it, I am a gifter. It also personally symbolizes to me the power I used to get past Chad cheating to restart my life and now the power that drives the success I am having with the shop and my personal life.” He said as he smile at me with uncertain worry in his green eyes. “Ok, I get that. So you are poz and not on any medicine right now but being monitored by your doctor. The scorpion shows you are a gifter and that you enjoy sharing it with others. Does that mean you have given it to others? You are healthy now right, the doctor says so?” I asked a little worried for him, not myself. “Yes, I saw him not long again and I am all fine. I have gifted several men. Jayden was my first. He also wears my tattoo.” He said to me as he started to kiss my shoulder and neck again. “Actually all the boys at the shop have been gifted by me. They all wear my tattoo. That’s also why Scorpion Daddy and Scorpion boys stick so well for us. I am what they would call their poz dad in the gifting community.” He said as his hands roaming up my leg grazed my balls. “What ? All of them? Trev too? Even Ant?” I asked my curiosity peaked along with my rock hard dick. “Not Ant, he is on prep. The other 4 boys are all my poz sons. Which also brings me to another point I want to make, I don’t do committed relationships. If we were to continue I’d care for you and we can have all the sex we want but I don’t see my self settling down again.” He said firmly. I admit that did sting a little inside but I could see where he was coming from. I also have to admit while I’d never thought about any of this but also I never say myself being married and settling. All that got my parents was one dead and the other working her ass off supporting a jackass. So it wasn’t to disappointing in the end. ”I also have a rule that if you ever get in a serious relationship we pause our sexual relationship. We will still be family and I will still care about you deeply but we won’t have sex.” “Also I want to make the most important point right now, under no circumstance does anything we do or don’t do sexually now or in the future have any bearing on your job or employment. As long as you show up and do your job you will always have a place at the shop and be treated fairly!” He said in a tone that showed he was serous and truthful. ”I would never think it would sir, but thank you for saying it.” I said as my hands started to roam his strong chest and arms. “Of course boy. Now you know I am poz and that it would be a risk to have sex with me, I will leave it up to you if you want to continue down this road.” His hands had stopped roaming but one rested on my inner thigh just barely brushing my balls. The other was on the small of my back. My hands were on his shoulders as I looked in his eyes. “If I remember right kisisng and cuddling and general contact isn’t risky right?” He nodded affirmatively. “Oral sex is low risk, right?” Another nod yes. “If I wanted to get on prep before we had full on sex, that’s be ok?” A third nod. “Would it disappoint you if I didn’t become your poz son and wear your tattoo?” I asked a little worried what would happen if I couldn’t go all the way. “Truthfully a little. Not in you or anything you’d do. I am sure you are a firecracker in bed. But I do love to share my gift with my boys. It gives me great joy. But in the end it’s not necessary. I’d even get you in contact with someone from the LGBT center that you could get on it.” He told me honestly. “But we don’t have to decide that part tonight right? I mean as long as we don’t go all the way?” “Right, plus with dinner and you not prepping it wouldn’t be wise to do anal. I imagine you are pretty tight too.” He said his hands roaming again. ”You can say that. I have never had anyone in me before. Heck I never even had a dick in my mouth. Only done kissing and jerking.” I said breaking the bad news of my virginity. “Your a virgin? I knew you weren’t experienced but a virgin? That is hot baby boy!” He said then kissed me deep. When we pulled apart I looked at him again and told him my decision. ”I am willing to go as far as oral sex with you. I not sure about anal or prep or anything like that. I need to look at your research and think about that. Does that work sir?” I said hoping that would be good enough. “That’s perfect and all I could ask for baby boy. We can explore your body and mine tonight and then go from there.” With the serious talk over for now I leaned forward and Buck met me and our lips locked together. He deepened the kiss as his hand moved up and coupled my balls. One of my hands ran over his upper body exploring while the other ran down his chest over his flat stomach and into his crotch. My fingers played with his big bushy pubes and then I moved down and gripped his big thick dick. I was long and heavy. Hard as rock but soft as velvet. His head was large and bulbous on top of his long shaft. I reached further down and felt his heavy balls and rolled them in my hand. He had moved his hand up to start slowly jerking my cock. His other hand had moved to my ass and was playing with my cheek. Slowly moving into my crack till his finger hit my tight hole. It felt weird but good as he played with my hole. He didn’t stick his finger in me but he used it to trace my hole occasionally putting pressure on it without going in. It felt better the more he did it. We continued to make out for what seemed like forever as I took his massive dick in my hand and jerked him as he continue to use his hands on both my hole and cock. He broke our kiss to have me sit up on the edge of the pool. He got in front of me kissed me briefly and then kissed down my neck and chest and belly till he buried his nose in my pubes. Smelling them deep as he played with my balls. He moved his lips to the head of my penis and kissed it. Then kissed down one side of my shaft and up the other. When he got back to the top he opened his mouth and took my cock head into his mouth. He started slowly using his tongue to work my head. It made me moan in pleasure. I’d never been blown before and this felt fantastic. He worked his way down on my dick only stopping when his nose hit my pubes. Then coming back up again. Going faster with each stoke. It wasn’t long before my balls were aching and pulling tight. I warned him I was going to cum but all he did was continue sucking. I couldn’t hold it any longer and blew my load into his warm wet throat. He swallowed every drop He came up and kissed me after he finished swallowing my seed. I could taste my load on his lips as we kissed. But he wasn’t done there, he repositioned me so I was bent over the edge of the tub with my ass poking out. He assured me he wasn’t going to stick himself in me. He stood behind me and slapped his big fat dick head against my hole 3 times. It made a thwap sound each time the head hit my hole. But true to his word he pulled away and lowered himself. He put his tongue to my hole and began to eat it. He used his big hands to pull my cheeks apart so he could get deeper into my hole with his tongue. I couldn’t describe how good it felt. It made me go gaga and made my eyes roll back. He continued to eat my hole and play with my cheeks. My dick, despite just cumming, was half hard from the pleasure. As he continued to eat it I felt his finger brush my hole. He pulled his face back and his finger started to circle my tight virgin hole. He would alternate between his finger and his tongue. That was until my hole opened and his finger slipped in. It hurt a little I won’t lie but it also felt good. He continued to work my hole with his finger and tongue. Pushing deep into my hole as he went. Then I felt a second finger enter my hole. The pain had subsided but return a little with the additional finger. But the pleasure increased as well. He had got his third finger in when he hit a magic button in my hole. My dick went form half hard to harder then it has ever been. He continued to work that button as he started to jerk my now hard dick. He also continued to spit on my hole as he fingered it. The pleasure was almost blinding. All the pain was gone. Hell, all my senses and thoughts besides how good it felt had left me. I could feel my balls start to churn as he work that magic button. I was surprised by the intensity of my climax. I shot more cum than I ever had in my life and the pleasure from the release was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was so lost in the ecstasy of it all that I didn’t notice Buck turn me around and sat me down in the tub. When my head cleared he was sitting beside but on the ledge of the tub stroking his big fat dick. His cock head was purple and straining. His balls were full and pulling up to him. He asked if he could cum on my chest. I eagerly agreed. He told me to lean my head back and the within seconds he growled deep and his first rope of cum shoot across my pecs. Then a second on my neck. A third in my chest. And so one. He came gallons all over my neck and upper chest. He collapsed sitting in the water next breathing hard. He reached over and put his hand behind my head pulling my face to his and gently kissed me. “How was that baby boy? Did you enjoy your first blow job, rim job, and fingering?” He said with self satisfied grin knowing he’d made me shot the two best loads of my life. “It was good sir. When your fingers were stretching me and hitting my magic button it felt amazing!” “That was your prostate. It’s the nerve endings that are super sensitive and when worked right make you feel that way.” He said with a sly smile. “Well you can do that anytime you want sir! But next time I get to try and suck your dick!” I said making sure he knew I wanted to do that. “I am sure we can arrange that boy.” He answered. He was about to say more when we heard the back door open and close. Ant’s voice floated across the back yard. ”Buck you back in the hot tub? I could use a soak.” He said as he approached us. Buck quickly cleaned his cum off my chest with the water before answering. “Yea me and Jacob are back here. Having a skinny dip.” He replied back casually as if he just hadn’t been eating my hole. “Oh nice! It’s not like both of you haven’t seen my junk anyway.” He laughed as he walked into the pergola. He dropped his sweatpants revealing he wasn’t wearing underwear and pulled his shirt over his head. He slipped off his slides and climbed in. His long uncut brown dick swinging as he moved and climbed in the tub. His balls swaying along with it. He handed a beer bottle to Buck and told me he hadn’t brought me any and that I was too young to drink anyway. That was fine with me I didn’t like the taste of beer. We sat in the hot tub for about 30 more minutes before we’d all had enough. We got out and dried off. I snuck glances at both of them and their big swinging hogs. We all waked naked back to the kitchen where we put on our clothes. Ant offered to walk me home. He hugged Buck goodbye and then stood and watch as Buck took me in a hug and kissed me on the lips. If Ant was surprised he didn’t show it. Ant walked me to my door and made sure I got in before he went back to his house. I went and showered and got ready for bed. I laid in bed in shock that I’d actually got to have sex, well a version of it, with Buck. Even more so that he wanted to go all the way with me. The only thing is I’d have to figure out if I wanted to go on prep or not. I fell asleep wondering how it’d feel to be his poz son. ————————— Here it is, Jacob’s first exposure to the gifting world. Will he or won’t he? That is the question we will find out soon. I know I say it a lot but I really do appreciate all your positive feedback. Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 8 ——— Buck ———- I woke to my phone alarm blaring. I reached over and turned it off with a heavy thud. Yesterday had been super busy at the shop!! Saturday’s are always busy but it was crazy last night. I opened the store with Trevor and Jacob as usual. We were almost immediately hit with the lunch rush that lasted till almost 3:00. We had a very brief slow down (which was still steady) till about 4:30. The dinner rush started then and pretty much lasted till after 10 pm. Ant had come in at 1:00, which was an hour early for him, to help out. Lance and Kenny came in at 3:00. We were so busy Trevor and Jacob stayed till almost 9. I told them they could go home at 7:30 but they refused to leave us when we were still so busy. We’d ran out of almost all our prep. It was so bad Ant was doing prep as we needed it. We had to wash and dry dishes several times which wasn’t usual either. When we locked the doors at 11:00 the shop was a wreck. Ant tried to send me home, but I couldn’t leave them with all the work that needed to be done. It took the four of us an hour and a half to get everything cleaned up and back in order so we’d be ready for tomorrow. We only did the prep we had to that night (dough needs time to proof) before we left. Luckily Lance had driven to the shop today so I didn’t have to detour to take him home. It was 1 am before I got home. I feel into my bed still in my clothes and passed out. Luckily I’d remember to set my alarm on my way home or I am not sure I would of woke up before noon. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the shower, stopping at the sink to throw cold water on my face to wake me up. I got my coffee in a travel mug and was out the door by 7:45. There was still a lot to do before we could open today. While Sundays were not near as busy as Friday nights and Saturdays, they were typically the third busiest day of the week. As I made my way to my truck Jacob was walking up my driveway. He was in his scorpion t shirt and had his own travel coffee mug in his hand. He waved at me and showed that bright smile I had come expect from him. Since he moved out on his own 2 weeks ago and got settled in he had been a lot more out going and happy. He wasn’t scheduled to come in till 10 so I was surprised to see him dressed and ready to work. He said he wanted to come in early and help with prep and getting the store ready. I told him he really didn’t have to and he should rest from yesterday but he wouldn’t hear of it. I was too tired to do anything but unlock and open the passenger door for him. First we ran by the market to restock on soda and some vegetables are were out of. Our supply truck wouldn’t get here until Tuesday so we got the essentials to hold us over. We also ran through a drive through for a quick breakfast biscuit. We got to the shop at 8:45 and Jacob helped me unload all the stuff we bought and take it into the shop. He put away all the supplies as I started the prep for the pizza stations. Trevor, who also wasn’t due in till 10:00, showed up at 9:15. Jacob let him in the back and he got to work helping me get everything caught up. Even with all three of us coming in early we still barely had everything done when 11:00 rolled around and we opened the doors. Mercifully the first hour of the shift was relatively calm and we could finish up the last bit of everything. I grabbed the tip jar and cash drawer from yesterday out of the safe along with the drop bag we had to do when the drawer got too full yesterday. The sales report was laying on top of the drawer. I got back to my office and split the tips up into four even piles. Ant was salary and didn’t take tips and I as the owner didn’t take any. The boys were really going to be happy when they got these fat stacks! I put them each in an envelope that had the boys name on it and put it in my drawer. I reviewed the report and was shocked to find yesterday had been our busiest day ever for sales. I doubled checked it in the computer against our sales history and it had beaten our previous record by about 4.5%. I also looked at our sales tracker year to date and we were up a little over 9% for the year with more than 3 months to go. If this kept up it be a record year too. It was rewarding to see all our hard work pay off. Ant and the boys busted there asses and constantly met our shop’s mission of providing the best quality pizza and highest customer service! I decided that if we stayed on track, I’d give them all, including Jayden, a year end bonus and throw a good holiday party to reward them for all their hard work. I got back to counting the drawer and entering all the information into the computer system we used to manage the finances and books. I got the deposit in the bank bag to drop at the after hours box sometime later today. I took the reset cash drawer, the deposit, and the tips to the safe and locked them away for later. I went behind the “warmer wall” after I put the money in the safe to fold some pizza boxes. As I folded I observed Jacob working through the glass doors of the warming racks. Ant had been giving me regular positive feedback on his progression. Kenny had also had rave reviews for him. I knew he and Trevor had become very close. It seemed they acted more like brothers than like they were into each other sexually, like me and Ant. Jacob also seemed to get along really well with everyone else. Ant and the boys welcomed in with wide arms and he seemed join the tight nit group without any issues. I noted as I watched he really was doing a great job. He had the system down pat. His customer service skills were fantastic. He was really turning into a fantastic hire. I decided on the spot I needed to go ahead and challenge him a little more. I walked over to Trevor, who was at the ovens waiting to take out a couple pizzas. His bulking frame making the pizza peel look small. “So, how would you feel about working the front for a few hours today?” I asked him as I stood beside him putting my hand in his shoulder. While Trevor mostly worked the kitchen and was the best pizza maker of all the guys, probably as good as me even, he knew how to work every spot in the store. I had no concerns with him running the front. “Oh, I mean I can. Why? Is something wrong with Jacob?” His face immediately flushed with concern. “No no, don’t get excited. He is fine and has really been excelling. I wanted to try him on the pizza station just to see how he will do with it.” I said with a sly smile. Most guys really seemed to excel at one side or the other. While all the boys were cross trained on the pizza station and the register most had a strong preference and aptitude for one over the other. It was also hilarious to see a person making pizzas for the first time. “Oh you want to pop his pizza making cherry?? And you won’t let me?? I love Jac but he is going to make a mess!! It’s gonna be epic!” He said with a goofy smile in his face. ”No, I want to pop that cherry.” I laughed using hah own terminology. “I will let you do his next training session. Now tell me where you are with the orders and then you and switch with Jacob.” Trevor chuckled and then took me to the order screen to get me up to speed. He walked to the front whistling. ———- Jacob ————- I had just finished helping Mr. Rast when Trev came around the warming shelves. He had a smile in his face and was whistling some silly tune as he watched me finish up. He waved bye to our customer as he left. “Ok little bro, Scorpion Daddy needs you in the back. I will cover up here.” He said in his deep voice. I thought I saw a laugh in his eyes but I couldn’t be sure. “What does he want? Am I in trouble?” I asked as I started to move toward Trev to get around him to the back. “You will see little bro. I promise he doesn’t bite, well at least not too hard.” He said winking at me and then going to the counter to great another of our regulars that had just walked in. I was a little concerned. I mean I pretty sure I hadn’t done anything wrong. Trev wouldn’t be whistling and goading me if I was in trouble would he? No, he isn’t like that. As I came around the corner I found Buck at the pizza cutting station putting two pizzas fresh out of the oven in boxes. He looked up and saw me, flashing his sexy smile. “You see that apron hanging over there? Put it in then wash your hands good. Hot water and soap, sing your abcs as you wash. Then come and help me with this.” He said as he pointed his chin at the wall by the ovens. I hurried to the wall and slipped on the apron. It was red with the shop’s red and black scorpion on it that laid right on the center of my chest when I put it on. I washed my hands thoroughly and then dried them with the disposable towels by the sink. “What do you need me to do?” I asked as I hurried beside him. “Watch me cut this pizza. Pay attention you are doing the other one.” He said as he took the sharp pizza cutter to the steaming hot pizza. He closed the box, put the order sticker on it and put it to the side. He moved to the side and handed me the cutter. I took it in my hand and nervously lowered it to the pizza, but chickened out at the last minute. “What if I mess it up?” I said looking at Buck. “You won’t mess it up, but here let me help.” He said as he came behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and guided my arms into position. He corrected my stance slightly and used his big warm hands to guide me through cutting the pizza. It wasn’t till after i’d closed the box that I realized my crush had been behind me, his body pressing up against mine. His warmth and smell enveloping me. He stepped back and allowed me to put the second order sticker and the box. He then took me to the warming shelves and showed me how to assign the pizzas to their drawer so that Trev would know where it was when the customer picked their order up. “Ok, you ready to learn how to make one of these bad boys?” He asked me with a smile that seems to boarded between sinister and a laugh. ”Mmm well I am think so.” I said, after all I had made all the meals when I lived with Mom and Ralph. I corrected my statement with more certainty in my voice. “Yes, I can do it!” ”Alright, so first quick tour of the kitchen. Then the pizza station and how the order system works back here. Then the fun… the dough and the pizza!” He gleamed at me. He showed me where everything I would need was. Explained the ovens to me, and then took me to the pizza station. We had 7 pizzas on the screen to be made which seemed like a lot to me. Buck didn’t seem bothered by it. He took his time as he explained the system and how to read it and then update the order status from preparing to cooking to boxing. Then we moved to the table where he handed me a dough ball. He again got behind me his arms around me guiding me how to work the dough. How to manipulate it into the shape and size we wanted. His body warming my back. His grip firm but not to the point it hurt. He used his hips to move me the way needed to get the dough worked out. The whole time I swore I felt a long hard shaft laying against my but. The thought and Bucks close proximity made me hard as a rock. I was thankful I had wore my tighter boxer briefs to work. It was keeping my raging hard on relatively hidden. Buck moved from behind me and then picked up the ladle in the pizza sauce. He showed me how to dip it and spread it on the pizza. Next was the toppings, which Buck did deftly not even bothering to look at the screen or the chart on the wall in front of the table that listed all the ingredients for each pizza along with the amounts that should go on them. He took me to the ovens, the pizza on the peel, and showed me how to put it into the oven and the peel out without messing up the pizza. He also explained the system we used to rotate where the pizzas went in the oven so the cooking stone didn’t get too cold from over use. We went back to the pizza station and Buck had me up date the system. When I changed it to cooking a timer popped up. Buck explained that helped new people know when the pizza should be done and to go check it. He then gave me another ball of dough and told me to roll it out. In the time it took me to roll out the one pizza Buck had had 2 rolled out, covered with toppings, and ready to go to the oven. I took one and he took the other. I got mine in the over without any major issue which was astounding to me. We went back and I updated the order in the system. I stretched a few more pizza getting better and quicker with each. That’s when Buck decided it was time I took some of the orders, which were up to 10 pizzas now. Buck didn’t seem fazed by the increasing volume. We worked side by side on the line making pizzas as the orders started to roll in. A little before 1 Ant came in and started to help. He took over the removing the pizzas from the ovens and the boxing and cutting. Trevor seemed to be having no problems running the front on his own. As we worked side by side in a station meant for one we were constantly in each other’s space. Brushing arms, Buck sliding behind me, his crotch barely touching my ass, his hand on the small of my back as he’d move me out of the way when he needed to. A few times one of his hands landed on one of my cheeks, missing his aim for my back, but he’d still just gently move me aside. Needless to say I was bricked up the whole time!! Even though I grew faster and more confident as we worked, it seemed for every one pizza I did Buck had to do of done 3 or 4. He was a pizza making machine. He only briefly looked at the orders, never looked at the make chart on the wall, knew when a pizza should come out of the oven without looking at the system’s timer, and could tell by a glance from across the room if a pizza was done when I’d go to check. He really was at home in the kitchen. When we really started to get busy, Buck had me move to just stretching dough on the peels for him so it be ready when he moved from pizza to pizza. He’d make slight adjustments as he took each fresh peel then bang out a the pizza. He kept me in the back through the entire lunch rush. It was nothing like yesterday but it was pretty busy. Even with me fumbling as his assistant he didn’t burn a single pizza, mess up a single order, or get behind on any of the pizzas pick up times. As it slowed down around 2:00 he told me to make the shop pizza for everyone one. I made a large meat lovers pizza, which was Trev’s favorite. He sent me on break and when I got back at 2:45 he had me work the line by myself. Buck ran the bank deposit while Ant covered the front so Trevor could have his break. Trev spent his break sitting on a stood by the spare pizza station talking to me as I worked. It was slow by our standards but I managed to just be keep up with the orders. But I was keeping up and wasn’t making many mistakes and none that were unfixable. I was making my times. When Trev came off break he took over the pizza station. He gave me a fist bump and told me I rocked it. While I think he was being generous I felt proud I was able to keep up and it felt good to continue to learn and grow in the shop. I removed my apron and hung it back up. I washed my hands before going back up front. Ant was working up front which was empty at the moment. He greeted me and also complimented me on a good job. I turned around to bend over to get something from under the shelf and Ant broke out in laughter. “What?? What is it?” I asked wonder what had sent my boss off making him laugh like a hyena. “You have Daddy Scorpion hand prints all over your ass!!” He managed to get out between laughs. I tried to look around and see my but but I the angel wasn’t doing it. Buck walked in the shop’s front door to see me going in a circle chasing my imaginary tail, Ant doubled over with laughter and wheezing, and Trev standing at the corner of the warming shelves chuckling at us both. ”What in the world is going on in here?” Buck asked bewildered but amused. “Looks like you marked Jac’s ass with your flour hand prints there Daddy Scorpion.” Trev said being no help to the situation. Ant continued to laugh his butt off. ”Well that happens when you work in close quarters. Meet me by the cut station Jacob. You two get back to work.” Buck meet me a minutes later and turned me around to inspect my butt. He whistled when he saw my backside. “Yea it does seem like I got you good.” He said with a click of his teeth. He dampened a towel, turned be away from him and squatted down behind me. He proceeded to use the towel to get most of the flour off my butt and lower back. I pretty sure he squeezed my cheeks more than necessary but I wasn’t going to complain. When he stood up I saw his dick bulging down his right leg. He didn’t seem to even acknowledge it so I decided that I wouldn’t either, at least for now. He sent be up front again. At 4:30 Lane and Kenny arrived for their shift. Ant sent Trevor and me home around 5:00 after giving us our tips from yesterday and today. We offered to stay in case the dinner rush got busy but Ant wouldn’t hear of it after our long day yesterday and early morning today. He even managed to get Buck to agree (begrudgingly) to go home. We parted with Trevor in the parking. Buck and I climbed into the truck. Buck started it up and started out of the parking lot. As we drove I reflected on my time since I started working for Scorpion Pizza a little over a month ago. I was making good money, had got my own apartment, made a good group of very close friends that were more like family, and loved working for Ant and Buck. I also recently come to suspect Buck might be interested in me outside the bios/employee dynamic. Today with his roaming hands, his stiff dick against my ass, his blatant bulge after he cleaned the flour off my ass all confirmed my suspicions. Now I just needed to figure out how to make a move. —————————— No sex in this chapter but I pretty sure we all have an idea of what’s going to happen next so I wanted to take time to really set that up. Plus I didn’t want to let the chapter go on too long. I will get the next chapter up soon, I don’t want to leave you all hanging. 😈 As usual thank you all for the reactions, kind comments, suggestions, and private messages. I do love talking with you all. I have a list of the other 5 pozzing stories I have written on here. If you are interested just message me. Thanks again!

Not exactly my hole, but it is my fuzzy cheeks.

I was home from college for winter break during the late 80’s. My mom picked me up at the airport with my car, telling me hers was in the shop and i would be her chauffeur till it came back. The first morning i slept in but couldn’t sleep because mom was on the phone in an animated conversation with someone who was hysterical. When the call was over she came in my room and told me to get dressed, we had to go help my cousin. Aunt Helen said he needed help and was worried. I jumped up and grabbed my towel and she said there’s no time for that! Let’s go. We drove to Asbury Park where he lived with his boyfriend. Randy was 10 years older than me and grew up in upstate Pa, he was a dumb blond country boy that my Aunt had adopted from a family that had issues. He was gay. I knew that from an early age but we rarely spoke do to age difference. He lived with a guy named Pete my mom said. Pete was a burly mechanic who drove a Harley. There had been a fight and Randy was hurt mom said and needed to move. We rang the doorbell, Randy was in bad shape. His face was swollen. My mom took him to the kitchen and checked him out. I stood inside the door. Mom told me to go into the bedroom and get the suitcases from the room and put them in my trunk. The room smelled like sweat and cum. There were pictures of naked men on the walls. There were polaroids on the nightstand of my cousin sucking and fucking with lots of different men, and Pete. I scooped them up and put them in my back pocket then grabbed the suitcases to hide my hardon on the way to the car. Once i had them loaded up i went into the bathroom to pee and there were a bunch of magazines next to the toilet. Omg I couldn’t pee i was so hard! I was flipping through the pages when mom yelled to hurry up! I stuck the one into my wasteband and hurried out as mom helped him into my backseat. We drove him to our apartment and i helped him into my bed, then went to get his suitcases. When i came back in, he was resting in my bed with his eyes closed. I set his bags down and mom beckoned me into the kitchen. She said he was going to stay with us a few days so she could make sure he was ok and then we would take him to a friends house. I would sleep on the couch while he used my room. After that she called my Aunt and i went to the bathroom to look at those polaroids and that mag in my jeans! I couldnt wait to beat off!! I locked the door and had my pants down in seconds, the second i touched my dick it went off and shot a load on the wall. Quickly i sopped it up with a tissue. I held it to my nose before i flushed it. Love that smell. I hid the mag and the pics under the package of toilet paper rolls and went into the kitchen. Mom gave me a plate to bring in to my cousin as she talked on the phone. I brought it in, he was asleep, so i put it on the nightstand and turned to go, and as i did, i noticed a tent in the covers. I stared. I closed the door, and wondered what he was dreaming about..

(3) I woke up on his belly, his stiff dick staring at me. I licked it. He moaned. I sucked him, savored him. He told me to get between his legs. He lifted his legs and spread his ass telling me to eat his manhole while he stroked his cock. He moaned and called my name as i dove into his hot hole. He moaned that he loved my scruff on his lips. I was so horny swirling my tongue around. He then fed me his nuts, begging me to suck on them and finger his manhole. I watched him jerk his big dick and then our eyes met. He said take my load honey. And pointed his dick st my face. He painted his load on my lips, forehead, neck, ears and eyes. I sucked him in as his hips bucked and teased the last few drops from his slit. He said let me suck you, so i stood at the edge of the bed and he slowly blew me, played with my balls, slipped a finger in my manhole, added another finger and then sucked me for all he was worth while pulling on my balls with his free hand. I came so hard over and over that i blacked out on my feet for a moment. When Randy looked up he swallowed and said, “Let’s take a nap Bobby”. So i curled up with him again naked under my sheets which smelled amazing now. Made out with Randy a little and drifted off to sleep..

(2) I slept little on the couch that night, i jerked and ate my loads so mom wouldn’t know. I awoke to mom shaking my shoulder. “I’ve been called in to work, even though i asked off, i need you to help your cousin if he needs it today. Make him breakfast or lunch. Let him sleep. I’ll call you on my break. Be good. Love you. “ and she left with a kiss on my forehead. I got up, peed and stuck my head in my room and Randy said, “morning cuz! Can you help me up i need to use the bathroom “. Sure i said. When he pulled back the covers he was naked and covered with bruises, he grunted as i helped him up and he fell into me as he stood. I was aware of his nakedness and oh so hard. I helped him with my arm wrapped around his back to the toilet, he said can you aim for me? My arms are sore. So i took it in my hand and felt it elongate and warm up as he peed for the longest time. He was looking at me when i shook it and turned towards him. He said thank you Bobby and kissed me on the cheek. I helped him back in bed and he asked me to open his suitcase and get some things for him. When i flipped it open, there was a stack of gay porn and some leather stuff and a huge dildo with a large jar of vaseline. I turned beet red and he said bring me the mags please Bobby. I need to cum. I’m all backed up. I walked over with my dick sticking up in my boxers. He told me to take them off and join him in my bed. I laid next to him and began stroking his cock. It was bigger than mine. His balls were bigger and hanging low as he drew his knees up. I took him in my mouth as he began moaning my name. His hips gyrated. I worked his nuts. I took him deep. I bobbed up and down. I slobbered, I slurped. He smelled so good, tasted so good. His moans turned me on. I took him deep as his nuts drew tight and with his hand on the back of my head, he came into the back of my throat. 8 pumps of tasty cum. I pulled back to the head, swirling it, licking the pee hole. Savoring his taste. He told me how good it was. We lay there, sated, quiet and drifted to sleep.

Coach Sanders 3 Coach pulled back after that weekend. Just a few missed texts. Short replies. I started wondering what was going on. Thought he’d changed his mind. Then nothing. Just quiet. Weeks went by. I got nervous. Then he texted. School break was coming up. Said it was time. Come Friday. Tell the folks I’d be out all week. I didn’t sleep much the night before. Just lay there, thinking about taking a load. Sure, I knew what I had to do. Pass it on. It’s what I signed up for. But right then, it was all about loads. Coach told me no one else. For now. But he’d gotten in my head. It was nonstop. I couldn’t shut it off. Some of the frat guys picked up on it at school. In the halls, during lectures. They’d look. I kept it cool. But slipped. Looked too long. One of them caught me. He saw it. Didn’t say anything. Just smiled. Like he knew. I kept walking. Pretended I didn’t notice, but I did. Then it was time. I got ready. Got dressed, commando like he told me. I checked the mirror. It’d been a while since he saw me. Coach’d mapped out my meals. I looked solid. Leaner. Mass sitting right where it should. Pecs, arms, thighs, traps. I’d pushed harder. Every lift. Every mile. Always thinking about getting in shape to compete. Even when he went quiet. I headed to his place, heart thumping. Ran up to the door. Tried not to look like I’d been waiting, but I had. Was written all over me. I knocked. Coach stood there. Nothing on. No smile. I stepped inside. He didn’t say much. Tossed me a jockstrap. I caught it. Stink hit hard. Thick. I smiled. It was mine. Fucking missed it. I stripped fast. Pulled it on. Was tight. Familiar. I looked at him. Let him know I was ready to give up everything for him. He stroked my face. Told me he knew. Nodded toward the living room. I followed, pulse loud in my ears. Knew what was coming. Was already hard thinking about it. He gripped my shoulders when we got there. Pushed me down. I saw the dripping scorpion. Moaned. Lapped at it. Tasted every drop. Coach’s hands grabbed the back of my head. I opened up. Felt it in my mouth. On my tongue. Took it all, nose deep in his pubes. Then I thought how it felt in my hole. So I pulled back. Kissed it one last time. Stood. Kissed him rough, hungry. Told him I needed a load in me. Been too long. That’s when I saw Greg walk in. He sat at the edge of the couch. Hit the pipe. I moaned. He just smiled, legs spread. Pouch stretched tight across his cock. Smooth skin, shaved clean. I’d been picturing myself like that since Coach said he was gonna get me ready to compete. Be shaped. Turned into something to be shown. Something to be judged. Greg pulled another hit. Got up, came over to us. Looked at me, then at Coach. Put a hand on my pec. “I spent six years being Coach’s,” he said, eyes still on him. “Thought I was it.” Then he looked at me. “Even after he picked you. Figured you’d wash out. But you didn’t.” Coach nodded. Like it’d been settled. Greg pulled another, then passed it over. I hit it slow, deep. Till it was spent. I wondered if he meant it. So I grabbed Greg’s hand, put it on my pouch. He looked at me. Took a deep breath. Sank down, eyes never leaving mine. I could see it. The want. I felt it too. Had since we met. Coach stepped in behind me, hands on my shoulders. Cock at my hole. “Whatever you need,” Greg said, looking up at me. “I’m here for you.” I didn’t say anything. Just let him stay there. Let him feel what he was doing. Then it hit me. What I needed to do to seal my spot. “If you mean it,” I growled, running my fingers through his hair. “Then prove it.” He nodded. Didn’t hesitate. Just leaned in. Started chewing on the rank pouch, hungry. I kept my hand in his hair. Let him feel my cock, pushing to get out. Still he didn’t rush. Then I felt it! Coach’s cock going in! I moaned. Ignored Greg. Told Coach I needed it. He pushed in more. Told Greg to look at me. To watch what had taken his place. What he’d built for that spot. Coach’s hand slid down my pecs, down my abs. Let my cock out. Greg stared at it. Groaned. Like I said, size wasn’t ever my problem. I groaned. Took control. Knew I needed to. Had to. I grabbed Greg's face. His skin was hot. He licked his lips. Opened wide. Tongue slid under me. I held him there. Let him feel me. Then gave him the signal. Greg nodded. Started to suck. Tongue my shaft. SHIT! My first blow job! I hit the back of his throat. He gagged, slightly, but took it down. I started fucking his mouth. He didn’t move. Didn’t resist. I gripped him harder. Just kept up the thrusts. Then I felt Coach start rammming into me. My thrusts slowed but harder. Fucking incredible! Sucked and fucked at the same time! My hole tightened. Couldn’t help it! I was getting close. Felt my balls tense up. Started shaking. “That’s it, boy. Take his cum!” Coach yelled at Greg, starting to fuck me even harder. Faster. “You fucking earned it!” I couldn’t hold back. My head fell back on Coach’s pecs. Hole filled with his cock. “Goddamn shit!” I groaned, spewing my load in his mouth, down his throat. The 5-day load Coach told me to save up. Could see it spill over. Drip out his mouth. Coach told him not to swallow. “Show me, boy. Show Coach how much poz cum his new musclejock gave you,” he growled. Greg lifted his chin, showed us. Fucking pool of toxic cum sat there in his mouth. I felt Coach stiffen. Felt his shaft throb. I moaned. Knew he was gonna shoot a load. “Fuck yeah, boy. Now swallow!” Coach barked at Greg, blasting into me. “Fucking do it!” Greg obeyed. Eyes on Coach. Then opened wide. Showed he’d taken it all down. Coach nodded. Held me close. Tugged the short pubes on my crotch. Greg watched, tongue out. “Think you’re ready?” he asked me, motioning to Greg. I looked at Greg. His skin slick. No hair. Sweat running off it. Just shine. Like he’d been polished. I moaned. Nodded. “Say it,” he snapped, fingers digging into my nips. “YEAH, COACH!” I yelled. “I’m ready! Want to be smooth for you! For competition!” Coach looked at Greg, “You hear that?” Greg smiled. “Do it. Neck down. Don’t leave a fucking hair on him.” I stood there. Nips raw. Breathing hard, jock half down my thighs. Hole aching. I said it again. Said I wanted to be smooth. Wanted Greg to shave it off. Greg stood. Tossed his jockstrap, eyes on my junk. Slid his fingers under my waistband. Pulled it down slow. Let it drop to the floor. I stood still. He grabbed my balls. Played with them, rough. I moaned. Grabbed his balls, tight. He liked that. His grip shifted, rougher on me. Pulled down on them. I didn’t flinch. Told him harder. He grunted. Grabbed my hand. Led me to the shower. Hosed me down, smeared on the lather. Coach stood back, eyes on Greg. Greg moved, slow. Razor steady on my pecs. I felt every scrape. My nips were exposed. Then felt the blade skim my abs. Coach just stood there. Studied me. Like a sculpture being carved out of a block of marble. Greg kept on. Razor gliding over my ass. My thighs. Over my arms, my pits. Then he dropped. Took my pubes. Then gripped my balls. Pulled down, hard. Skin was tight. I fucking loved it! Razor went over my sac. Felt his breath on my cock. He moved up, across the shaft till it was smooth. Then grabbed my hips. Turned me. Told me to bend over. Started on my taint. Then circled my hole. Shaved it clean. “Fucking perfect,” Greg moaned, grabbing my hips, and ate me out like he was starving. I moaned. Hit the shower floor, hard. He didn’t stop. Didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to. He was on me, teeth scraping, tongue dragging, breath ragged. His tongue dug in. I gasped. He growled. Knew exactly what I needed. I spread my cheeks for him. “Fuck,” he said, fingering me. “You were made for this.” My hole burned. My legs shook. I couldn’t think. He’d bumped me! I arched. He laughed. Hand slid to spread me open. “You want it,” he said, dragging his cock across my hole. “Say it.” I did. I begged. Greg shoved his cock in my hole like he owned it. No teasing. No buildup. Just full control. I tried to push back. He didn’t let me. Gripped my hips, kept me still. He fucked deep, slow. Then fast. Dragging his cock over every inch inside my hole. I whimpered. My body was on fire. Every nerve lit. His grip tightened. His cock slid deeper. I melted into him. Into being used exactly like this. Greg didn’t let up. Was now on top of me. Arm around my throat, cock slamming into me. Coach walked up, eyes hard. Grabbed my chin. Told me to look at him. Put a bottle of poppers to my nostril. I inhaled. Loosened up. “Look at me, boy. Remember you’re here for,” Coach said, voice low, breath hot. “What you did back there was a one off. You do what I decide. For now, you take cock.” He grabbed my chin, spat in my mouth. “You take loads. Nothing more. Understood?” I did. Groaned it. He smiled, dark. Satisfied. Told Greg to finish up. Then went to the bedroom. Greg didn’t ease up. Bit my neck, sucked hard. Left a mark. I couldn’t take it. I lifted my hips. Tried to stroke my cock. He grunted. Pulled me up, arm still tight around my neck. His other hand slid between my legs, fingers rough, deliberate. I gasped. “You don’t touch it,” he said, growling. “You wait. You earn it.” I nodded. Greg kept on. His body pressed tight on my back. I gave him everything. He pushed deeper, harder. Felt me take him. Then he lost it. Gasped. Stiffened. Rammed into me, shot his load. Mixed it with Coach’s. “That’s it,” he murmured, mouth at my ear. “He’s waiting.” We got up. He stepped behind me. His hands moved slow, steady. Slid over my shaved body. I leaned into him. He traced my ribs, hips, thighs. I shivered. Not from cold. From how exposed I felt. How clean. How easy it was to feel everything. I turned to him, cock hard again. I reached out. Moaned. Was just as smooth as him now. My palms dragged over his pecs, down his abs, around his waist. He was smiling. Moaning under my touch. I gripped his balls, they drew up. I pulled down. Fingers ran over the smooth skin. He grunted. Grabbed my cock. My hips jerked. Pushed my cock into his fist. “Can’t wait to see the look on guys’ faces when they see you shaved,” he said, dropping to his knees. He kept stroking it. Working it. Shit it felt good. Greg kept it up. I was ready to shoot. Warned him. He just growled. Took my cock in his mouth. Reached around. Slid a finger in me. Worked my prostate. I clamped down. Rode his finger, teeth clenched. Till I shot. I sighed. Thought about what Coach’d said. Even after that, I pulled him up. Held on tight. Didn't want to let go. Couldn’t get over the feeling of his shaved skin against mine. Then Greg growled. Said he had to piss. He pulled back. I moaned. Felt it hit me. Felt it flow over my pecs. Down my abs. Over my cock, balls. I grabbed his face. Kissed him. Let loose a load of my hot piss over him. We ground into each other. Hands spread our piss over each other. Fed our piss to each other. Then I dropped. Licked his smooth crotch. Slurped down over his cock. Sucked out the last drops of piss. Then moved to his balls. I took one in. Rolled it over my tongue. Then did the other. “Shit, yeah!” Greg moaned, pulling me up, and kissed me. “Fucking goddamn jockpig.” I just moaned. Then confessed I’d had thought about it since the night we met. Confessed I’d started drinking my own. He laughed. Said I could have all I want, as long as I gave him mine. I nodded. Said we had a deal. Next, Greg turned on the water. We rinsed. Dried off. Jocked up. Coach sat on the bed. Drink in hand. He stood. Looked at Greg. Looked at me. Grabbed my face, hard. Said he knew what happened. Asked why I disobeyed him. Said there were plenty of guys wanting the spot. Knew one that could start that night. I freaked out. Looked down. Said I was sorry. Said I shouldn’t have let it happen. Then Greg cut in. Held my hand. Said it was his fault. Said I just followed his lead. Coach paused. Took a breath. Said alright, he’d let it go. Said next time, Greg would take the hit and be out. Then Coach turned to me. Ran his rough hands over me. I shivered. Goosebumps came up. He took his time. Told me I wasn’t stage ready. Not yet. Had a way to go. But he’d make sure I got there. He circled. Looked at my legs. Said they’d draw eyes. Said I’d be wanted. His eyes climbed. Legs, torso, arms. Said I looked tight. Ass. Said I looked fuckable. I just smiled. Could feel it already. The way guys would stare. The way they’d want. Some would want to touch. Some would just size me up. I’d give them something to look at. Something to chase. Then, when it was time, something they’d beg for. A load of my poz cum. Coach grabbed his keys. Tossed us a gym bag. Nodded toward the hall. “Gym.” We got dressed. Basics. Shirt, shorts, sneakers. Coach drove. Greg rode up front, me behind. Still getting used to how everything felt without hair. The way my shirt clung different. The way my shorts slid easier. No friction. Just skin. Figured we’d be going back to that old gym. But we didn’t. It was my gym. The one Coach had set me up at. But this time it’d be different. I’d be walking in with them. Smooth. Shaved. The usual crew was there. Heads turned. Not just at Coach. Not just at Greg. At me. I felt it. Greg walked beside me, calm. Wired, just like me. Coach led us straight to the locker room. Lights were bright. Mirrors everywhere. Coach gave a look. I peeled off my shirt, shorts. Then hesitated. Wasn’t sure. I looked at him. Saw him give me a nod. I smiled. Dropped the jockstrap. I stood there. Felt the air hit my bare skin. I caught a few looks. Saw one guy touch his cock. No underwear. Just an outline on his shorts. Coach tossed me gear. Tight. White. Nothing to hide the minute I’d sweat. I pulled it on. Fit like a second skin. Greg did the same. We stepped out together. Coach didn’t slow down. Led us to the weights. Greg followed, steady. I kept pace, skin buzzing. From the Tina. From knowing there was no doubt about me now. I was a fucking musclejock. Heads turned fast. Guys paused mid-rep, mid-stretch. Some subtle. Some not. I felt even more exposed. Their eyes dragged over me, more than usual. We hit the floor hard. Coach called the sets. Rows, squats first. Greg grabbed his weights, smooth and focused. I followed, gear clinging tight. Coach paced behind us, adjusted form, added weight. Watched everything. Sweat came fast. Gear soaked through quick, turned sheer in spots. Every rep showed more, till it showed everything. Then it was benches. Coach told Greg to spot me. I slid into position. Back flat. Hands on the bar. Greg stepped up, junk right above me. His gear was soaked through. I could see his hard cock. Could see his balls. The way it all bulged out against his smooth crotch. I hit my reps. Then dropped the bar. Held it. Exhaled hard. Greg didn’t move. Just looked down at me. His hands moved over my arms. I reached for his. Felt the solid muscles. His palms landed hard on my pecs. I flexed. Still focused on his junk. I opened my mouth. Stuck out my tongue. Drop of sweat hit me. I moaned. Swallowed. Then sat up. Greg just laughed. Pulled me up. Put his hand on my shoulders. Everyone could see. There was no hiding it. I was hard, too. “Fuck, Ben,” he moaned, looking down at my cock. “You know what that does to me.” I grabbed his cock. Squeezed. Told him his did the same. Then Coach called core. We moved on. No one rushed us. The guys gave us space. Let us work through. Moved just enough to keep watching between sets, over bottles. Through mirrors. Some tried to play it cool. Some didn’t bother. I saw the looks. We just kept going. Coach finally called it. We headed for the locker room. They watched us go. Their sets slowed. Eyes followed. Greg walked steady in front of me. We passed mirrors. Caught our reflections. Bare skin under wet gear. We peeled it off. Tossed it all in the locker. Then moved toward the showers. A few guys were already there. We stepped in. Heads turned. Greg didn’t slow. Took the far shower. I followed. Took the one next to him. Water ran down my back. I stretched, slow. Let them look. One guy paused mid-rinse. Another shifted closer. It was Sean. Husband of one of the trainers. I caught him checking out my ass. Saw he was hard. His hands moved slower. Shoulder brushed mine. I didn’t move. He didn’t either. We kept on. His arm brushed mine again. Still I didn’t step back. Then he leaned in, growled, “I could bend you over right now and you’d take it.” I turned slightly. Not much. Just enough to show him I’d heard. I rinsed slower. Let my hands drag. Let him watch. His hand slid down my back. Didn’t look at me. Didn’t need to. His touch said enough. I leaned into him, slow. Arched. His finger pressed in. Dug. I let him work my hole. Braced my hands against the tile. He moved behind me. Hands ran over my pecs. Cupped them. I inhaled, filled his palms. He grabbed my hand. Pulled it behind me, on his cock. His mouth brushed my ear, “I can tell. You want it. Raw.” My body said it all. I turned my face towards his. Flicked my tongue against his lips. He crouched. Slid his cock against my hole. Pressed it in, slow. I felt every vein and ridge of it. Braced harder against the wall. Gasped. Water slammed down on us. Behind us, the room had shifted. One guy turned away. Scrubbed his arms like he hadn’t been watching. Another stopped, cock growing in his hand. Third guy backed toward the lockers, eyes wide. Pretended not to look. But he did. They all did. That’s when things got going. We gave them a show. I relaxed. Backed up on him. Moaned loud. My hole ached from it. Then I noticed Jack walk up. Sean’s husband. He whispered in Sean’s ear. “Fuck yeah!” Sean growled, arching his back. Sean slowed his fuck. His body tensed. Took a deep breath. Shuddered. Jack had shoved his cock in. Sean begged for it. And Jack gave it to him. He pulled on Sean’s hips. Buried his cock with each thrust. I could feel it. How rough it was. “You like that, boy?” Jack growled at me. “Shit yeah!” I groaned, begging him to keep it up. “Goddamn fucking need it!” I could hear Jack ram Sean’s ass. Drove Sean’s cock into my hungry hole. Hit it just right. The fucks continued. Jack grunted, signaled he was close. Pushed Sean down. I went down under Sean. Jack pounded Sean. Growled. Said to get ready. Sean started up again. Fucked me with short thrusts. Said he was gonna breed my musclejock hole. Seconds later, he started to shake. Yelled out he was cumming. I couldn’t take it. My hole pulsed. Felt it wrap around Sean’s shaft. Sean tightened up. That did it! Jack’s eyes rolled back. Hips pushed forward. Drove his cock deeper into Sean. Shot his load. We stayed like that. Water still rushing over us. Jack was the first to make a move. Pulled his cock out. Next Sean pulled out. Went to Jack. Grabbed him. Kissed him. Tongues fighting, between bites. I could see the lust. Jack dropped to his knees. Took Sean’s cock in his mouth. Tasted the load mixed with my ass juices. Greg helped me up. Stuck a finger in me. Stuck it in my mouth. I sucked. Tasted the load. Then just stood there, water flowed over my body. Knew no one was gonna look at me the same. Not after showing up, shaved. Not after what just happened. I could tell they saw me different. Not quick glances now. Not casual. These stuck. I let them stare. Let them wonder. Was done hiding what I was. Coach was already waiting by the door. He gave me a look that said he was proud. Approved. He motioned to the sauna. Greg turned off the water. Grabbed a towel, tossed me one. I caught it, wrapped it low. We didn’t speak. Just followed Coach out. The sauna was empty. Wood warm. Steam rising. We stepped in. Coach and Greg sat on one side. Me on the other. I stretched out, skin flushed, breath slow. Then the door opened. One guy, then another stepped in, slow. Some had followed us from the showers. Others were regulars. Familiar. Guys I’d noticed but had never spoken to. Yeah, after all this time, I’d still kept to myself. They paused. Took me in. No nods. Just eyes. Fixed. Focused. Like something had shifted. Like they had permission now. Like Coach had brought me in, and now they could really look. They sat around me. Not close, but close enough. The heat wrapped around us. No one spoke. I felt the way they settled in, like they were waiting. I took a deep breath. Let my towel fall open. Not rushed. Not shy. I wanted them to see what had been done to me. Coach didn’t move. Just watched. One of them dropped his towel. Shifted closer. Kyle. Muscled. My type. His thigh brushed mine. Then his hand reached out. Gripped my pec, fingers spread out. “Damn,” he grunted, not looking at me when he said it. Was looking at Coach. “Fucking sexy. Better.” Coach didn’t blink. Just sat there, calm. Kyle made his move. Hand on my back now. Felt my lats pop under his touch. Slow. Just feeling them. He moved down, over my ass. Down into my crack. I looked over. Saw his cock sticking straight up, hard, cut. Thick. Two fingers worked my hole. I moaned. His eyes stayed on Coach. Like he was checking. Like he wanted to be sure. And Coach didn’t stop him. Just grunted. That was the signal. I lifted my hips. Gave him access. Kyle nodded. Smiled. Felt the fresh load in me. “Shit, yeah. Fucking jockslut,” he grunted, lifting me up, and placed me on the bench. On my knees. Ass up. He played at my hole with his cock. Pressed harder until he finally popped inside. “Shit yeah. All of it.” I moaned, gasping. “Fucking breed me!” Kyle just grunted. Started sliding in and out. I could feel the ridge pull my hole out. Push it in on the way down. I bounced back on it. Needed to feel another cock plow into me. That’s when Coach moved to the upper bench. He sat there, right in front of my face. Slapped his cock on my lips. I caught it. Sucked it. Kyle kept on behind me. He leaned in. Ran his hands over my back. Down over my pecs. Kept hitting my prostate. Made me spasm every time. I moaned. Tightened up. Milked his cock. That did it. He shoved in all the way. “Fucking jockslut, gonna breed that hole!” he yelled out, flooding me with another load. I kept bouncing on his cock, squeezed. Wanted every drop. Finally he pulled out. Looked at Coach “All yours,” Kyle growled. Coach grabbed his cock at the base. I didn’t need to be told. I got up. Faced the room. Then reached back. Guided it in. Pushed down. His cock spread my hole. Fuck it was good to have it back in me! I pulled up. Closed my eyes, slammed down. Coach leaned back. Hooked his hands under my legs. Lifted them. Showed everyone how my hole took his cock. He started bouncing me up and down, harder. Was breathing heavy. Said he was getting close. I tightened up. Begged for his load. He grunted, tensed. Dropped me down, cock all in. Filled my hole with a load of spunk. He kept me like that. Cock in me. Told me to flex. I stretched. Rolled my shoulders back. Arms up. Biceps tight. Lats flared. Sweat catching every ridge. I felt their eyes. Every shift. Every breath. Coach grabbed my triceps. Said harder. I did. Let it show. And none of them looked away. The steam hissed. My breath stayed steady. Muscles tight. Someone swallowed. Loud in the quiet. Coach didn’t move. Just kept his hands on me. Then one of them stood. Walked up to us. Slow. Steady. It was Chuck. He was a year younger than me. One of the regulars. Smooth. Lean. Just a beautiful, natural body. The kind that didn’t need to try. The kind I watched in high school. The kind I first started out to be. He dropped his towel. Stood there. I moaned. Saw his uncut cock still covering the head just like Coach’s. That’s when Coach lifted me off. Dropped me on the floor. Chuck knelt. Waited. I looked at Coach. No reaction. Chuck stared at Coach’s cock. Saw the load, my ass juices on the shaft. Scorpion hidden again. I wondered what he’d do when he saw it. I admit it, kind of got me going. Coach looked at me. Looked at Chuck. Then spread his legs. Nodded. Chuck was on it. Fast. Tongue lapped at the remains. No doubt, I was scared. Scared of losing my spot after all I did to get it. Coach saw it. Just smiled. Winked. Gripped Chuck’s head. Pulled him up before the scorpion could come out. Kissed him. Soft. Not like he did with me. Not like Greg. Then he pulled back. Hand to Chuck’s cheek. A nod. No. Chuck froze, hurt in his face. Coach said something. Chuck looked at me. Nodded, said something back. He moved to me, eyes on my shaved body. “He said you’re here to take cock. Said you want it,” he told me, his cock brushing against my lips. I didn’t move. Just looked him in the eye. Chuck held it there. Breath shallow. Something shifted. His voice cracked, “I want to be looked at like everyone looks at you." I wanted to say something. Wanted to tell him I understood. But his cock was right there. Hard. Loose skin covering it. I leaned in. Didn’t speak. Just looked at it, tongue out. Started to slowly tease it. Savor every drop of precum. His hands gripped my face. Pushed his cock past my lips. He pulled back, pushed in. Firm. I didn’t fight it. After all I was there to take it. His grip tightened. He tilted my head, angled his cock. Then Chuck’s hand slid lower. Grabbed my shoulders. Pushed me back. I pulled him with me. Lay there. Legs spread. He was on top of me. My sweaty thighs wrapped around him. Skin on skin. He didn’t say anything. Just waited. “Fuck me,” I begged. Then his mouth was on mine. Tongue deep. His grip on me tightened. Mine dug into his back. I shifted under him. Showed him I needed it. His mouth moved to my neck. Saw the mark Greg had left. He moaned. Licked it. I felt his cock at my hole. He leaned back just enough to look at me. Eyes dark. Breath heavy. Then shoved it in. “You feel good,” he said, panting. “Better than I imagined.” I rolled my hips once, slow. He groaned. Shifted on top of me. I felt the heat, the tension, the way he held back. Just barely. He fucked me like it was just him and me. Alone. He leaned in. His mouth found mine again. Tongue explored, sure. Hips met mine with more intent. I felt the tension break. He pressed down. I moaned. Chased every push, every kiss, every breath. Could feel he was getting close. I was too. Every time he shoved into me. “Fucking do it, Chuck,” I begged. “Fucking give me your load.” "Fuck yeah. Here it is!” he grunted, pounding hard into me. Same time I came. Shot my load. Shook under him. He stayed on top of me. In me. Like he couldn’t let go. His breath hot. Sweat dripping. Around us the guys were going at it. Grunts. Moans. No one looked. No one stopped. He bore down harder. I didn’t want him to stop. His lips brushed my neck. My hands gripped his back. Slick. Warm. I could hear someone cumming across the room. He shifted. Met my eyes. “I’ve jacked off thinking about this,” he said, his hand sliding over my smooth pecs. Like he was trying to memorize how they felt. “But it was you fucking me.” I smiled. Just enough to let him think it could happen. Not yet. But maybe. For some reason, no one else came near. They kept their distance. Left us there, watched the crowd go at it. I saw Greg. Mouth on one of the regular’s cock. Sam. Big guy, thick hairy chest. Greg’s hands slid up his pecs. Gripped his nips. Sam groaned, shot. Didn’t bother with Greg after that. Just got up, toweled up, left. Greg didn't care, just swallowed the load. Concentrated on the cock now fucking him. Never had seen this guy before. Older. Older than Coach. Just a regular normal guy. He gripped Greg’s shoulders. Fingers tight. Wedding ring obvious. He slammed into Greg. I watched how Greg was into it, breath tight. Coach had told me that Greg’d been trained to take all cocks. To want all cocks. Had told me I’d be trained too. Till I’d be going out hunting for it. I sighed. Knew it had started. At school. Cocks always on my mind. It wouldn’t be long till I would. Just had to wait till Coach said I could. Then I saw it. Older guy froze. Flooded Greg’s hole. He pulled out quick, toweled up. Left. Greg saw me, smiled. Moved over next to Coach. After a bit more, guys started leaving. They’d all gotten off. Then it was just us. Chuck and me. Coach and Greg watching. Chuck finally pulled out. Leaned in. Kissed me, quick. Glanced at Coach. Gave a nod. No words. Then walked out, easy. Like he knew this wasn’t over. The three of us then cooled down. Stretched. Dressed. At the lockers, I saw it. Chuck’s number, tucked in my shoe. Coach took it, read it, chuckled. “He’s Pete’s. Once he’s done. Been decided,” he said, looking at me, and handed me the number. “You’re gonna help.” I nodded. Knew what that meant. Chuck was the one Coach had said was ready to start tonight.

wanna see that cock in action, watch that hot hood peel back

I’m one of those fucks. I met a guy off Grinder expecting to just suck each other. We wound up in his bedroom and I fell for the “I just want to stick it in for a second” trick. I asked him to put on a condom several times and he kept saying he would. I admit it felt incredible. Long story short…he came in me, then his boyfriend fucked me raw and came in me…then they each fucked me again before I went home. Believe it or not, that was my very first time being with another man. One helluva introduction!

I spent last night with Drew’s Dad. Drew stayed over with Dwayne and john for a Boy’s threesome. I spread his arse and buried my face in his crack and ate his hole. He’s got a hot meaty arse and furry crack. I mounted him and went balls deep - he’s enjoying being fucked. I told him he’s got a good arse - like his son. I also told him that I get off fucking and breeding Drew in front of him. he also admitted he loved fucking Drew’s arse when it’s full of my seed. I shot my load inside him when he said that. I told him I expect him to get fucked by Hamish. I said I’d get him lubed and seeded before Hamish takes him. He’s gunna do it.

K: Fucking great job Andy. That's gonna make a great video and make a pretty penny. Especially once you've filmed the encore. The barely legal Asian twink starred blankly at Klein as he walked up to the slamming chair. Klein bent down to the boy’s right ear and whispered. K: oh little boy, you are gonna make a great fucking porn cumwhore. You are gonna make us a lot of money. But you still need to pass the last video test before you’re ours forever. Klein reached down and grabbed the boy’s cum covered dick and jerked him a bit. Andy moaned as the hand slide against his smooth dick and balls. All trace of pubes were gone. If he hadn’t seen the boy’s ID for himself before all of this, he would be afraid of the young thing in front of him. Klein bent down further and engulfed the twink’s dick in his mouth. The taste of cum and lube filled the man’s tongue. Klein savored the taste of innocence lost. After he had his fill of tasting, Klein stood back up and pulled his dick out and pushed it to the boy’s mouth. Just by instinct the boy took the dick in his mouth and sucked. The boy’s new programming was kicking in just great. Klein was already hard and the boy was edging him in no time at all. Klein pulled his dick away and shot his load on the boy’s face. Globs of cum were dripping form Andy’s forehead and some stuck in his hair. The little the dribbled down to his mouth was tongued up by the boy. Andy reached up to collect the other shots of cum from his face/hair but his hand was slapped away by Klein. K: no, that cum stays where it is. You definitely look the part even better now. Our new cumwhore porn twink. Klein turns his head back to Mr Pink. K: Do you have the next shot ready for our new star? Mr Pink walked up with an evil smile and a mixed dart in his hands. It did not take long for them to strap the boy’s arm and inject him with this more potent shot of meth. Klein picked up the camera and they began filming right as they released the tourniquet and the coughing fit began. This time it took a while for Andy to catch his breath. He was coughing up a lung. When he finally stopped and was able to take a normal breath, he was filled with the strongest yearning for dick he had ever felt. He was held down in the chair by Tapia. The boy looked longingly at Tapia’s dick and could not wait to get at it again. That’s when Andy finally noticed that Mr Pink was leaning on the bed and starting to strip. The white man pulled his shirt off revealing a muscled physique in a tank shirt and pants. Mr. Pink rubbed the large bulge in his pants that was growing by the second. Andy became transfixed on the growing snake behind the pants. The main camera they had been using was fixed on the twink in all his drug fueled desire. Mendoza popped up with a second camera that was filming Mr. Pink as he undressed. Mr. Pink popped open his pants and dropped them to the ground. Underneath a pair of tenting boxers was the growing monster dick of Andy’s drug dreams. Mr. Pink kicked the pants away and ripped off the tank top. The close up of Andy was showing his mouth literally watering at the sight before him. Tapia was holding the boy down in place with one hand and tweaking the boy’s left nipple with the other hand. Mr. Pink gave Tapia a nod and he released the twink by pushing him down to the floor. T: on the floor you fucking whore. Crawl over to your new daddy on your hands and knees. The camera dropped down and recorded the twink crawling from the backside. A beautiful sight of twink ass as it crawled over the encore of the night. When he finally reached Mr Pink, Andy looked at Mr. Pink as if waiting for permission. Mr. Pink took the opportunity to grab the twink by the hair and got him upright on his knees. MrP: I want you to rip the boxers to get to my magic dick baby. Andy reached for the boxers and pulled on them horizontally but only succeeded in getting the thick dick to pop threw the fly and smack him in the face. MrP: Useless faggot, like this. Mr Pink grabbed his boxers from the fly and ripped them clear at the seams. The rags fell to the ground. He looked down at his new boy. MrP: you’re gonna make me a lot of money, you sweet young thing. But first, I’m gonna get my rocks off in your tight little pussy. Open your mouth and get me hard. Andy was confused. The dick in front of him was already as big as the ones he was fucked by earlier. How was he not hard yet. But he didn’t let that stop him from obeying. He took the big dick in his mouth. The thick snake already filled most of his mouth thick wise but he felt it throbbing to expand. He was having trouble getting it out of his mouth to move up and down on it. Mr. Pink grabbed him by the back of the head and thrusted his dick further in. Andy began to panic. He couldn’t breathe. His throat was completely filled with the thick monster. He began to try to pull off of the dick but Mr. Pink held his head in place. The twink began to flail his arms about, slapping at the man’s body in front of him. Right when Andy thought he was going to pass out, Mr. Pink relented and let the twink go from his grip. Andy gasped for air and Mr. Pink just laughed his ass off. MrP: Nothing like choking out a new boy to get the dick hard. You ready for this boy? Andy was still catching his breathe when he zeroed in on the monster dick, hard at last. It had to be 8 or 9 inches but thick as a beer can, if not thicker. It was covered in thick saliva from his throat. MrP: get in the bitch position so I can claim my new boy pussy. Andy was filled with fear. He had never even thought dicks could get that big let alone think of being fucked by one that huge. The camera fixed on him was doing a close up on his face, capturing the fear in his eyes. Reading the situation, Mr. Pink lunged forward and grabbed the boy by the wrist and threw him as the bed. Andy climbed up on the bed and assumed the doggie position. He waited for what felt like forever. He felt something cold being applied to his hole and turned around. He saw one of the Hispanic men behind him with a can of Crisco in one hand and the other hand fingering the twink’s hole with 3 fingers. The man walked away and Mr. Pink jumped behind. He lined up his beer can of a dick with the tiny boy hole in front of him and touching the tip to the entrance. Mr. Pink waited a moment to let the fear build in the boy. When Andy turned his head back to try and plead with the man to stop, he never even got a word out. Mr. Pink pushed forward and pushed his thick head into the boy. Andy was seeing stars and wailed like he was being killed. He felt like he was being killed. Another push forward and more cries came from the boy. Andy couldn’t tell at the time, but his cries were only making Mr. Pink harder and hornier. He pushed forward to get about half of his monster dick inside the boy. One camera was in front of the scene, getting all the crying and anguish on the boy’s face. The second camera was in the back, chronicling the thick monster stuffing the boy. Andy’s legs were shaking up a storm and finally gave out. He fell down flat with all the weight of the man falling down on him. The momentum thrusted another 2 inches into the boy’s stretched hole. Finally Mr. Pink had enough of his throbbing dick inside the boy to start to rock back and forth. If not for the Crisco, the huge intruder would never have made it as far into the boy. The man started to fuck the boy’s pussy. The Crisco lube was starting to cover the dick in a pink shine from the obvious ripping the intruding dick had caused. Mr. Pink had found a rhythm. He had finally opened the boy enough for a good thrusting in and out to happen. The boy has stopped screaming and given into the pain. He was making noises that sounded like moaning if they were smashed beneath a huge man. When Mr Pink had had his fill of the conquest, he pulled out and got up off the bed. The boy laid flat, unmoving. He hole gaping open. Mr Pink walked away and then came back. He threw a couple shards into the gapping hole and closed the hole with 4 fingers. He could tell when the shards were dissolved when the hole started to suck on his fingers. The Crisco lube lined the man’s hand and he knew he could easily add his thumb to the hole. He could start fisting the boy at any time. But he pulled his hand out. Fisting was not his thing and besides, someone else would pay a great amount to be the first to fist the boy. He pulled the boy off the bed by the ankle. Andy could barely stand after the assault on his ass. But he knew his place and the new Daddy had put him on his feet for a reason. Mr. Pink jumped back on the bed and laid on his back with his head against the pillows. MrP: I want you to show my how much you love my dick. The hole smasher that has stretched you open. Really opened your boy pussy for the first time. Come jump on it. Come ride this Daddy dick. Andy was completely defeated. When his new daddy wanted, his new daddy was getting. He climbed up on the bed and put his little ass to the thick pink meat stick that was ready to split him open again. Andy lowered himself onto the dick. His wet hole still lubed up and the head easily popped into the stretched hole. Andy lowered himself down further and further until he finally felt his daddy’s balls against his ass. MrP: Now ride me. Ride me like the little whore you are. Jerk off or don’t jerk off, but you’re not stopping until you cum on my chest. Then and only then will I fill you with my seed. Andy reached down and realized he was had gone soft with all the pain he had endured. His hormones were on overdrive but he was soft as can be. He started rocking back and forth, too and frow, trying to find an angle that tickled his boy button. He had to push himself up and drop down 3 or 4 inches to get the tingle going. So the boy put in his work, fucking himself on the monster dick. Up and down, up and down, the orgasm building. When he was finally hard and shot his load on Mr Pink’s chest, the boy was relieved. The orgasm filled his entire body, head to toe. Andy gave a sigh of relief. That’s when Mr. Pink grabbed him and twisted himself on top of the twink. Andy was now bent in half with his ankles up to his ears. Mr Pink was on top and started thrusting into the boy like he was born to do it. The man on top of him was in pure ecstasy. He pumped his dick into the now loose bottom. The hole gripped his dick but just barely. Just the way he loved to breed a nice young thing. When he finally busted his nut inside the boy, a camera caught the sight of him pulling out and the huge load leaking out of the gapping hole. MrP: Welcome to the team, smooth little Andy. We'll have to get you a stage name before the vid is finished. That’s a wrap gentlemen. We can put the cameras away and start editing. Let the poor boy rest a bit. He’s more than earned it. Once that hole is regular size again, we can start on his next scene. But for now, put him in the bedroom so he can get some sleep. If he can sleep that is. Tapia picked up the boy and walked him over to Klein. They both helped the boy into a side room with a nice bed. There was a night stand with some water and snack. The placed the naked twink in the bed. Tapia left the room but Klein stayed with the boy. He held the boy close and then gave him a lustful kiss. K: Don’t worry about anything right now. I like you Andy so I’ll take care of you while we navigate this new career for you. Just try and get some sleep. You’re a working boy now and wont need to go back to school. If fact, you wont need to go back to your old life at all. We have already messaged your conservative parents from your phone saying you are moving out and starting a new life as a gay porn star. I sent them a picture of you sucking dick and they messaged back that you were dead to them and to never come back. I expect your phone will be shut off soon but we can get you another one when you wake you’re feeling better. Klein kissed the boy on his forehead before leaving the room. Andy sat down on the bed and let everything Klein had just said sink into his drug fueled mind. It took a moment but everything became clear. Andy started to cry to himself as he realized his life as he knew it was now over. He had started the weekend wanting to experiment with a man he thought he trusted and now… now he was this. He was a whore play thing for men to degrade and pound full of cum. He cried into his hands. He didn’t realize the Klein was back peaking into the room. K: Hey sweet little thing. Why are you crying? A: Because I’m a whore play thing for men to degrade and pound full of cum. K: you say that like it’s a bad thing. A: Isn’t it? K: If it was a bad thing, then why are you so hard thinking about it? Andy looked down at his lap and realized that he was hard as can be thinking about being the fucktoy for men to use and abuse. Klein started stripping down and once naked sat next to Andy on the bed. K: Just accept that this is your new life now. Your dick has accepted it already. You obviously aren’t ready to sleep yet. Now I’m gonna fuck another load into your loose hole. You lay back and accept my load. Andy laid back and lifted his legs up to his chest and submitted.

(continued) Staring down at the light tan used hole, cum slowing dipping out and down onto the floor, I knelt down and began to lick it up, swirling it around the sides of his beautifully puckered hole. Turning my head, my uncles massive man cock looked me right in the mouth and I began to clean off his tool. He place his hands on my head as my tongue washed the cum stained shaft and licked the tip of his cock to draw out every ounce of cum. Watching me clean the alpha male cock, the young alpha hoisted himself out of the sling and stood next to me uncle, arms wrapped around their back, as the wrestler motioned for me be clean the cum of his cock and light treasure trail. I moved to the second helping of man meat, devoured that studs cock and them licked my way up his chest as the two alphas gorged on each others face. Spent, I returned upstairs to the living room, leaving the two of them alone. An hour later they appeared before me, exhausted. We had some more whiskey, and then the young stud put his cloths on and left – no words spoken, just a turn and nod. He had completed another alpha round. Clearly he was an exceptional fuck. A few days past and I received a call from my uncle telling me he wanted to introduce me to a few of his friends. Also in their early thirties, I was very interested. He said he had showed them the video from the dungeon and they were interested in meeting me. My dick began to harden as we talked. How many of them? What was the plan? All I could think about was more raw cock. I was moving into a lane which could lead to some pretty dark places. I began to leak precum thinking about the possibilities.

It’s been a while since I’ve had any sort of action - mainly due to my mental health but that didn’t stop me on a recent trip. Stuck in a hotel on a Friday night and I looked on one of the many apps I have. An older man was passing through town and wanted a “younger” man to fuck him. I gave him my address and told him my room number - said to walk though the hotel reception like he owned the place so I didn’t have to come out and meet him. I left the door with a bit of paper in it so it didn’t lock itself and said to the guy that I’ll be in the bathroom and he should cough when he’s ready. The guy walks in and I hear him take off his clothes. A few mins later after I’ve been waiting, I hear him cough a few times. I walk into the room and see him arse up on the bed nearly fully erect. A skinny man who had a very open hole for me - I obliged by sinking my tongue into it and he didn’t expect that at all. A few minutes of me rimming his hole and he was leaking precum so I decided to mount him. He pointed to the runners on the side and I said I don’t use them, I prefer my men raw how god intended them to be. I teased his hole and he pushed back. I spat on my cock and slid into his hole. He kept wanking as I slowly built up my speed until I took over. He started to moan as I shafted him good and proper. I took his cock and felt it rock hard and jacked him off before I shot my load all inside his ass. I finished by kissing his hole and tasting my cum deep inside. I walked back to the bathroom for him to get ready to leave. He knocked on the bathroom door and said he left me a present. He left and the present he left was a load on the bed and the contents of my cum from his arse. Very tasty. I have to fuck more and be fucked more - it’s been too long.

I've had some decent times with total tops and bottoms, but the BEST guys I've ever topped or bottomed for were VERS. Sometimes people develop a preference to one side or the other (and it can change throughout life), but ultimately guys who are free to explore and be explored who know what it feels like on either end and are open to doing many sexual activities are the most fun to engage with personally. Also I'm VERS 😉

Darren had trouble sleeping that night, his thoughts torn between guilt and arousal. He finally got himself to sleep with the promise to himself he'd go get a dose of PEP before work in the morning. When the morning came though he struggled with feeling embarrassed about having to ask for the PEP. He told himself he needed to get over it or he really would be at risk of converting. But then he found he had gotten fully hard at that thought. The idea he might be converting evidently turned him on. What the fuck was the matter with him? In the end, Darren just went to work and told himself he'd think about going to the clinic later. Midway through the day, he got a text from Randy telling him the photos were ready. "I think they turned out really well," Randy said, "why don't you come over later and we can look at them and I'll make any tweaks you want." Darren didn't think he should do this since he would probably end up letting Randy fuck him again. But once again he had a hard on. "I won't make any moves if you don't want," Randy texted. And against his better judgment, Darren found himself agreeing. Darren's heart hammered against his ribs as he stepped into Randy's dimly lit apartment, the air thick with the scent of leather and something darker, something that made his stomach clench. He'd spent the rest of his day at work, his mind a battlefield of guilt and arousal, the memory of Randy's words, next time we'll make it last longer, echoing in his head like a dirty mantra. Randy stood by the window, his silhouette backlit by the streetlights outside. He turned as Darren entered, a smirk playing on his lips. "Took you long enough," he said, his voice low and laced with amusement, but as he surveyed Darren it turned to concern. "You okay? You look like shit." Darren's throat tightened. "I… I've been really confused," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Have a seat," Randy said, "let it out, it's safe, I won't judge you." They both sat. Randy looked deep into Darren's eyes and waited. "I got carried away with you yesterday ... I promised myself I'd go to the clinic and get PEP, but I was so turned on by the thought I might be converting. I mean, what the hell?" Darren blurted out. Randy surpressed a smirk. "I wouldn't worry about it Darren. You were always going to end up poz someday. Why not today?" "What do you mean?" Darren mumbled, looking even more confused. Randy responded, "you're a bottom who loves being fucked raw, who loves getting cum shot deep in his ass. No point denying that, I saw it for myself. Guys like you can try to delay the inevitable, but sooner or later the desire leads to the inevitable." Darren looked down at Randy's torso and saw him tenting in his shorts. "I don't know if I believe that," he said, "I've been holding on to the idea someday I'd find a boyfriend and my desires would be taken care of that way. But if I were poz ..." "You think you'd ever be satisfied with only one raw cock breeding that hole for the rest of your life?" Randy asked, somewhat rhetorically. "No, probably not," Darren admitted, "but shouldn't I try?" Randy smiled benevolently, "down that road just lies betrayal: you end up cheating on him or he ends up cheating on you, or both, and there's a fair chance you end up poz anyway, from someone you cheat with, or from your boyfriend before he knows he's poz. If you want a boyfriend you're far better off dating a poz top who accepts your desire for other men's cum. There are lots of nice poz guys in this town." "You make it sound so simple..." Darren said. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but it actually is that simple," Randy murmered, and he took his cock out of his shorts and started stroking it as he said, "if you were already poz, we'd just be two guys who are down to fuck. I'd slide this poz cock into your hole raw and you'd beg for my cum until I bred you. And you'd be pleased with yourself when I did." Darren knew this part was true. And he also knew that for this evening, at least, he was going to give in again. Without saying more, he started taking off his shirt. "I don't know if I can do this," Darren said, staring at Randy's cock. Randy’s lips curved into a wicked grin. "You can," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "And you will." With a swift motion, Randy grabbed Darren’s wrist, pulling him closer. His other hand went to the waistband of Darren’s pants, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. Darren’s breath caught as Randy’s fingers brushed against his erection, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. "Don’t you want my poz cock again?" Randy asked, his voice a dangerous purr. Darren’s eyes fluttered closed as he nodded, his resistance crumbling under the weight of his desire. "Yes," he whispered, the word barely audible. Randy’s lips brushed against Darren’s ear. "Say it," he commanded. "Tell me what you want." Darren’s cheeks burned, but he obeyed, his voice trembling. "I want your poz cock." Randy’s grip tightened on Darren’s wrist, his other hand sliding down to grip Darren’s ass. "Good boy," he murmured, his breath hot against Darren’s skin. "Now get on your knees." Darren’s heart pounded as he sank to the floor, his knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Randy stood before him, his shorts already shucked, his thick, cut cock jutting out, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Darren’s mouth watered, his body aching with need. "Take it," Randy ordered, his voice firm. "Show me how much you want it." Darren didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around Randy’s cock, his tongue swirling around the head as he took him deep into his mouth. Randy groaned, his fingers on Darren's head, guiding him with a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. "That’s it," Randy murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "Suck it like you mean it." Darren moaned around Randy’s cock, his hands gripping Randy’s thighs as he bobbed his head, his throat tightening around the thickness. Randy’s taste—salty and musky—filled his mouth, and Darren reveled in it, his inhibitions melting away. "Enough," Randy said abruptly, pulling Darren off his cock. Darren whimpered in protest, but Randy’s hand on his shoulder was firm. "Time for the main event." Randy pushed Darren to his feet, his hands moving swiftly to strip him of his clothes. Darren stood naked before him, his body flushed and trembling with anticipation. Randy’s eyes raked over him, his gaze possessive and hungry. "Turn around," Randy commanded, his voice dripping with authority. Darren obeyed, his heart racing as he bent over the couch, his ass exposed. Randy’s fingers traced the curve of his cheeks, his touch sending shivers down Darren’s spine. "Your ass is mine now," Randy whispered, his breath hot against Darren’s ear. "Poz or not, your ass is mine." Darren’s breath hitched as Randy’s fingers teased his hole, circling the tight entrance before pushing inside. Darren gasped, his body arching as Randy prepped him, his fingers stretching him open. "Ready?" Randy asked, his voice low and dangerous. Darren nodded, his voice caught in his throat. "Yes," he managed to whisper. Randy didn’t waste another moment. He positioned himself behind Darren, his cock pressing against his hole, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself inside. Darren cried out, his body convulsing as Randy filled him, the sensation overwhelming. "Fuck," Randy groaned, his hands gripping Darren’s hips tightly. "You feel so good." Randy began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, as Darren adjusted to his size. Darren moaned, his hole clenching around Randy’s cock, the pleasure building to an unbearable intensity. "Say it again," Randy demanded, his voice strained with effort. "Tell me what you want." Darren’s breath came in ragged gasps as he obeyed. "Your poz cock," he panted, his voice hoarse. "Your poz cum." Randy’s thrusts became frantic, his cock pounding into Darren with a force that left him breathless. "That’s right," Randy growled, his voice raw with desire. "You’re mine to breed, to fill with my poz seed." Darren’s eyes rolled back as he teetered on the edge of orgasm, his body trembling with anticipation. Randy’s hand reached around, gripping Darren’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me," Randy commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let go." Darren’s body exploded, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He cried out, his cum spilling onto the couch as Randy’s thrusts became frantic, his own release imminent. "Fuck, Darren," Randy groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "You’re so tight, so perfect." With a final, deep thrust, Randy came, his cock pulsing inside Darren as he spilled his load. Darren moaned, his body shaking as he felt Randy’s cum filling him, the sensation both filthy and exhilarating. Randy pulled out, his cum dripping from Darren’s ass onto the couch. He smirked, his hand trailing down Darren’s back in a possessive gesture. "Next time," he said, his voice laced with promise, "we’ll make it everything you really want." Darren’s breath hitched, his mind racing as he processed Randy’s words. Make it what he really wanted? The question hung in the air, unanswered, as Randy’s hand rested on his hip, his touch both comforting and dangerous. Darren turned to face him, his heart pounding, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. Randy’s gaze was intense, his expression unreadable. "What do you mean?" Darren asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Randy’s smirk returned, his eyes glinting with a dark promise. "You’ll find out," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Until then, remember this: you’re mine, Darren. Poz or not, your ass is mine." Darren’s breath caught in his throat, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, desire, and something deeper—something he couldn’t quite name—warred within him. He opened his mouth to respond, but Randy silenced him with a kiss, his lips firm and demanding. When Randy finally pulled away, Darren was left breathless, his thoughts in chaos. Randy’s hand cupped his cheek, his touch gentle despite the storm in his eyes. "Now, time to look at your photos," Randy said, his voice soft but firm. "Gotta get your profile updated." Darren nodded, his body still trembling as he moved back to sit and look at Randy's computer, his mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter. Randy had been right, they were sexy shots, especially the one of Randy's bare cock halfway in his hole. Darren had no suggestions. Randy copied the photos onto a USB and handed them to Darren, "go home and get these up right away," he said, "the night is young, plenty of time for you to pull another load." Darren looked shocked. "Just a suggestion," Randy said, "but I'm guessing one load isn't remotely all that sweet ass desires." As he left Randy’s apartment, the question lingered, unanswered, in the back of Darren' mind: Is this what I want? The night air was cool against his skin, but Darren barely noticed. His thoughts were consumed by Randy, by the pleasure and the danger, by the promise of something more. He walked home, his heart pounding, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. As he lay in bed that night, the memory of Randy’s words—Your ass is mine now—echoed in his mind, a filthy mantra that sent a shiver down his spine. Darren closed his eyes, his hand drifting down to his cock, his body aching with a need he couldn’t deny. He stroked himself slowly, his mind’s eye replaying the events of the night, the feel of Randy’s cock inside him, the taste of him on his tongue. Darren moaned, his hips bucking into his hand as he imagined Randy’s cum spilling into him, filling him, marking him as his own. "Fuck," Darren whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "My ass is yours, Randy. I’m yours." His orgasm hit him like a wave, his cum spilling onto his stomach as he cried out, Randy’s name on his lips. As he lay there, breathless, he wondered again if he was doing the wrong thing. But for now, Darren pushed it aside, his body sated, his mind clouded with the aftermath of pleasure. He closed his eyes, Randy’s promise of next timeechoing in his dreams, a promise both terrifying and irresistible.

THIS discussion, sharing of viewpoints, is probably the biggest reason I like BZ: No guy has been throwing stones at some other guy. Each guy has well-reasoned, well-written additions to the conversation. Thanks, each of you, and please do continue. ❤️

Just got back from Super Blind sauna In Kuala Lumpur the dark room there is always fun first load 26 year old slim Malay guy , Rick hard cock , insisted on using condom but fucked me hard , filled the condom i carefully removed it , condom full of young cum, inserted the condom cum into my ass , next load bear guy thick cock, backed onto his thick cock in the Dark room & milked his cock with my ass until he cum , my ass sloppy now then another regular Malay guy fucks me raw in shower cubicle thick cock, well lubricated daddy cunt , milks him dry , fucks me hard Farted out loads of cum on my return home Kuala Lumpur is heaven for white bottom dads like me , I get so much young cock

I think his name is Leo? Been around for a while. I would love to go deep into his foreskin and eat/swallow everything in there.

I rarely use lube during sex so I'm constantly sucking and adding my saliva to the dick that's fucking me. I love the taste of his dick and my ass. The best is when we kiss so he can taste what I'm tasting

Tea Dance As the Tea Dance begins, Matt and Jay are back in the cabin for a quick outfit change. As they change, Matt accidentally steps on Jay’s discarded white speedo and steps in something wet. He picks it up and looks at it and throws it at Jay and laughingly says, “slut. You got fucked at the pool.” Jay blushes and shrugs his shoulders. Matt laughs as he hops over to the kitchen sink for a wet paper towel to clean his foot. The boys decide on “top outfits” for the tea dance – cargo shorts and tank tops. They both must borrow Paul’s cargo shorts. They look in the bathroom mirror and laugh seeing themselves in Paul's "top gear." They make their way to the tea dance on the other side of the park. Paul is hanging out with some guys at the dance. Paul is noticing a distinct change in the other campers since the weekend began – guys are more open, there is a strong, sexual energy flowing through the camp and there is joy. Paul is enjoying the good energy. “July Bottom” and his crew arrive and set up a booze table and coolers on the edge of the tea dance. “July bottom” has two loads in his ass from his friends. The loads activated his desire to be fucked more this weekend. The new box of condoms is where he left them in his trailer. He knows he wants it bareback. Rugby, the German and their crew are wandering out of the woods. A couple of them join Jay’s friends and the bears on the dance floor. Others stop to chat with hookups from the weekend and acquaintances. As hundreds of men dance to Britney Spears “One More Time” the energy from the dance floor starts to find its rhythm. Jaime and his twinks, a few of the bear cubs, and a muscle boy break into the now ubiquitous dance from Britney’s music video. The crowd parts to make room for the group to execute the dance. Jamie, the little twink with the big dick, executing the back flips with the practiced gymnastics that keeps his body tight. Two minutes into the song, Matt and Jay show up. They see the crowd of guys made a circle and see Jaime and the crew dancing. Matt and Jay squeal and head onto the dance floor to join the other guys just as the song hits its final four repeated verses of “I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me now” After the song is over the dancers collapse on each other in a giggle and congratulatory moment before DJ changes the song. As the DJ mixes Josh Wink’s “Higher State of Consciousness” with another song whose rhythm is not yet breaking through; Matt disengages from the dancers and goes for a couple water bottles and brings them to the purple haired female DJ he was chatting with earlier. As he walks onto the stage, the DJ smiles and waves Matt over. Matt says, “Thought you might like some water.” She gives him a hug and says, “Thanks. Put the water on the table behind me. Glad you are here. I have a song for you that I’m going to play in a bit. I think you’ll like it.” Matt’s face lights up as he beams at her. No DJ has ever told him that he inspired a song before. He is so excited that he impulsively kisses her cheek and hugs her tightly. The DJ is a little taken off guard but lets the infectious joy of the twink wash over her and she laughs and pushes him lightly off. As “Higher State of Consciousness” blends seamlessly into Daft Punk’s “Around the World”, Matt looks out from the stage and spots Paul. He waves and half runs, half skips over to Paul to tell him what the DJ said. Paul says how cool that is and Matt beams at him in that way which lights up Paul’s world. Paul kisses Matt and they stand together holding hands for a few minutes. As “Around the World” comes to a close, the DJ comes on the mic and says, “I met a twink earlier.” The crowd makes lewd noises and people laugh. “So this twink is frustrated about how bottoms get treated in the gay community and how that’s a reflection of how women are treated in society. I admit I was stunned at how perceptive this 24-year-old is about the things happening around him. Matt, I know you are out here in the crowd, this song is for you.” Matt squeals as the opening lines to Madonna’s “What it Feels Like for a Girl” come through the speakers: Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short Wear shirts and boots, 'cause it's okay to be a boy But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading 'Cause you think that being a girl is degrading But secretly you'd love to know what it's like Wouldn't you? What it feels like for a girl Matt drags Paul with him to the dance floor where he is surrounded by Jay, Jaime, and their friends as the tempo increases “For A Girl in this World”. It feels like everyone is dancing and connecting through this anthem. Matt is going wild dancing, loving the song choice – a song choice inspired by the things he said. Inspired because someone listened and agreed with him. Matt is half dancing, half floating on air for the next four minutes. As Janet Jackson’s “If” comes on, it becomes clear that female empowerment is the theme of the tea dance. It's Whitney Houston's "Queen of the Night" which is followed by En Vogue’s “Free Your Mind”, followed by more female empowerment dace songs. All ending 30 minutes later with “Queer” by Garbage. Exhausted from over 40 minutes of dancing, Matt, Paul and many of the other boys from their group pair off for drinks, etc. Matt is beaming at Paul and saying how cool that was. Paul says, “You are so sexy. I want to fuck you so hard right now.” Matt winks and says, “Right here?” Paul says, “Let’s go be by ourselves. I want you and only you today.” Matt blushes deeply and feels a little overwhelmed from all the attention and positive reinforcement. A tear runs down Matt’s cheek and he feels Paul’s hand wipe the tear away. Paul says, “Why the tear Matty?” Matt says, “I’m just so happy right now.” Paul kisses Matt and the boys walk back toward their cabin. Matt is elated. He feels so high from the day. His heart feels so open and his brain feels like it’s floating. In this moment, Matt is struck by how he feels. He looks at Paul. Matt realizes he might love Paul, like for real. He grabs Paul’s hand, pulls him in, kisses him on the cheek, pushes Paul way slightly, and breaks off in a run. Matt says, “Catch me if you can.” Paul, taken by surprise, laughs and takes off after Matt. Paul knows he will never catch Matt who runs daily, but he runs after him anyway. Paul notices that when Matt clears the tree line by their cabin, he slows to wait for Paul. Paul catches Matt in a big hug which almost topples them over. Paul kisses Matt playfully and says, “What do I win?” Matt blushes and smirks and looks at Paul. He says, “Me.” Paul kisses Matt on the lips. When they break their kiss, they start walking toward their cabin. The joy overtakes them both and they begin to skip while holding hands. They skip almost all the way to their lawn. Inside the cabin, Paul pushes Matt against the wall. Playfulness over. Paul’s hands are insistent. He needs to feel Matt. He pushes Matt’s hands over his head and kisses Matt hard. As he holds Matt’s hands over his head, he grinds his hard cock into Matt’s groin. Matt gets hard from feeling Paul’s erection against this cock. He lets Paul’s other hand roughly and hastily try to push his shorts off from one side. Paul tries Matt’s button on the cargo shorts, but he’s so excited he gets frustrated. Paul stops his kiss and says, “These shorts are so difficult.” Matt smiles and says, “Yours are easy.” Matt grabs Paul’s cock through his shorts, rubs the full length through the shorts. He drops to his knees, looks up at Paul, and pulls the shorts off. Paul’s cock pops out in Matt’s face. He smiles and kisses the head of Paul’s gorgeous cock. He sucks the head and rubs his lips around the outside of the head causing Paul to shiver. Matt proceeds to work Paul’s cock for the next five minutes. Paul says, “You give amazing head. But I want to cum in your ass.” Matt stands up, unbuttons his shorts, drops them and his underwear to the floor, steps out of them and presents his ass to Paul. Paul grabs the lube, lubes his cock and Matt’s ass, and he puts the tip on Matt’s hole. He says, “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” Matt does. Paul pushes his cock on Matt’s hole. His hole gives way and Paul slides his cock into Matt’s now familiar ass. Paul is amazed at how tight and smooth Matt’s hole can feel after taking so many fucks. He drives his cock balls deep and rests his hips on Matt’s ass. Impatiently, Matt starts to fuck himself on Paul’s cock. He needs it. He wants to feel good. He wants to make Paul feel good. Paul grunts and pushes Matt harder against the wall, holding his cock inside, his hips on Matt’s ass. He wraps his left arm around Matt’s shoulder and torso. His right arm goes to stroke Matt’s cock. He begins a slow, sensual fuck. Paul wants to be in charge. He wants to Matt to feel Paul’s cock become one with his hole. Matt relents. He lets Paul take charge. He feels Paul’s cock stretch and push and pull on the contours of his ass. Matt tries to squeeze down on Paul inside him while opening his ass to his fuck. Paul is stroking Matt expertly. He knows this body. He can have this boy cumming against the wall in about a minute. But, not this time. He wants this to last. Paul pulls out and positions Matt on the couch, on his back, legs raised and spread. Paul plunges in again, enough to hurt in a good way. He pulls back and drives his cock in again. Paul repeats the fuck like this a few times and then finds a new rhythm. Matt relaxes into the new fuck, but his ass is both on fire and alive with pleasure. He is moaning. He kisses Paul. He needs Paul. The boys continue to fuck on the couch, against the counter, and back against the wall for another thirty minutes. Finally, Paul is feeling the urge to cum and decides this is the moment. He strokes Matt’s cock more and Matt opens his mouth to moan, saying “Don’t make me cum yet.” Paul says, “Tell me what you want.” Matt says, “Breed me. Cum in my ass. Please.” Paul, feeling a deeper emotional need in Matt’s expressed desire, loses control and feels himself begin to shoot his load. He rams his cock all the way in Matt and grunts as his load escapes into Matt’s willing ass. He strokes Matt but notices that his hand is already soaked in Matt’s cum. The boys have cum at the same time. They collapse into each other, against the wall. Matt’s check pressed against the wall as Paul’s tongue slips inside his mouth. Paul mumbles, "I love you Matty." Meanwhile……………… Jay saw Paul and Matt leave and he felt happy that those guys were a couple, but also a pang of jealousy that he didn’t have a relationship that sweet and loving. Those thoughts didn’t last long though as Adrian came up to him and said, “They are a cute couple right? Didn’t think they were a couple when I was fucking Matt.” Jay says, “Yeah. When Paul’s cock was rearranging my hole I thought he was single.” Adrian looks at Jay and says, “I can rearrange your hole right now.” Minutes later, in a secluded, but not totally private section of the woods; Jay’s “top outfit” is totally discarded as Adrian’s large cock is riding him bareback. John and the crew John never made it to the Tea Dance. In fact, he never got dressed for the Tea Dance. His clothes still in the first man’s tent as he is being spit-roasted by two other men as their friends watch and stroke their cocks. Some of the guys fucked John bareback just to feel the sensation of raw ass on their cocks again. Others wanted to see this “top boy” beg for cum. One bottom, remembering how great it felt to get rawdogged in college, was working his ass with a finger and is now bent over the table getting fucked bareback where the other men had just discussed condom usage as they ate lunch. “July Bottom” “July Bottom” is in another trailer with a man he just met. The man saw “July Bottom” and had to have him. Neither man asked for a condom as the top’s cock slide up “July bottom’s” ass. Neither man wanted to use one. When “July Bottom” asked the man to cum inside his hole, the man willingly deposited his load. Jamie Jamie and his friend are in the camp showers. “Safe sex Jamie” is now riding his friend’s bare cock. When Jamie asked for a condom, his friend just cocked his head and stared at him. He eventually said, “You already fucked me bareback. It’s my turn.” Jamie spit on his hand and guided his friend’s cock into his unprotected ass. His friend kissed him as he shot his load in Jamie’s ass. High Dude crosses a hard line High Dude is really frustrated now. He can’t imagine how things have gone so wrong this weekend. But at least he has this stupid slut sucking his cock right now. High Dude knew this guy was easy the moment he saw him – drunk and wearing purple short shorts with the waistband of his jockstrap peaking out. The blowjob is sloppy because the guy is drunk, but that’s ok with High Dude because he doesn’t plan to use lube. A few minutes later, the guy is saying “No” as High Dude holds him to the ground and roughly fucks his bare cock into the bottom’s tight hole. He doesn’t notice the man is struggling against the fuck, getting cut by some rocks and branches, or crying. High Dude blows his load in the bottom’s ass and feels some of his tension release. He pulls out, slaps the guys ass, pulls up his shorts, says “thanks slut,” and walks away. Rugby and German Rugby and the German saw their last conquest at the Tea Dance with his boyfriend. They said hi to the guys and both Rugby and the German felt the top’s ass as they danced together. The “top” told his boyfriend that he had to go to the bathroom. The “bottom,” completed distracted by the girl power music, kissed his man and said, “I’ll be here when you get back.” Ten minutes later, Rugby and the German were spit-roasting the “top” again. The condoms remain in the box, in the plastic pharmacy bag. The “top” boyfriend knows he had an “HIV scare” a few months ago after he’d been bred repeatedly in the bathhouse in their hometown. The risk and the feelings of cheating, doing it bareback, and being the bottom, turned him on so much in the bathhouse. He has struggled against his urges to return and do it again. He hasn't returned to the bathhouse yet, but he loves knowing that he was giving it up raw to two guys he hadn’t met before today. He loves that in a few minutes he’d have two more loads in his ass.

There are two choices: A. Healthcare subsidies go in like the Dems want or B. Your health insurance premiums-whether you have an exchange plan *OR* through work-will go up somewhere between 150% to 250% of what you're paying now. So if you want that much more of your income to go to Healthcare, go ahead.

If Republicans don't want to compromise with Democrats they can change the rules which currently require they get 8 Democrats to vote for proceeding to a final vote (it would only by 7 but they can't even get all Republicans to agree to their CR). Right now they are basically saying we didn't consult you in crafting this bill and have not included a single thing you want in the bill, but you have to vote for it. In many prior shutdowns the party not providing votes was consulted and did get some of the things they wanted included but then demanded more. Here the Republicans have offered nothing. If they are not going to compromise on anything, they need to stop pretending they care about getting 60 votes and change the rules.

The sex you seek is very exciting and potent, take your time in finding your Dom. You want a man who's experienced and will take you up to his level, you might be surprised who that ends up being. Good hunting sir

I especially cleaning off dirty shitty cocks from any ass , cum on it as well is a bonus

[This story was flagged on my Patreon account and is currently in Patreon Jail, so now it's here where it can live.] I’m a pretty heteroflexible guy in the sense that, unlike my friends, I can admit when another dude is attractive, and when dared to kiss another guy at parties, I didn’t feel the urge to pound my chest and act like I was going to vomit from the thought of it. Afterwards, I would shrug my shoulders and tell whatever guy I kissed that he was good, but his girlfriend was better, just to make it less gay. More than one ex-girlfriend had asked me if I was bisexual, and the honest answer was always no. In college, I made friends with a pretty diverse group of people across all of my classes. One person I made close friends with was a girl named Anya. A beautiful redhead with fair skin and fierce green eyes. She wasn’t in any of my classes, but we worked together at the coffee shop across the street from the law building. Anya is a sophomore, and her boyfriend, Shane, is a junior. He comes around every time she is on shift. He seems cool. He’s one of those rich kids, skinny, tall, perfectly trimmed and styled hair at all times, at least two pieces of jewelry every time he goes anywhere, and he’ll dress like he’s homeless even though his clothes cost him hundreds of dollars to look poor. I like him though, he’s not douchey like his friends when they come in with him. Through the fall and most of the spring semester, I got to know Anya pretty well. There were a few parties she invited me to where we would get drunk and shoot the shit. At one particular party, she told me she had a dream about a threesome with me and Shane and how hot it was. The details she gave me had me pretty turned on as well. Hell, I’ve rubbed out a few nuts thinking about her from time to time. However, none of my fantasies involved her boyfriend; to each their own. She shook her head, “It was just…so unlike me, but I guess because we work together and get along so well…well, anyway, I thought it was funny and you’d get a kick out of it.” I laughed, “I’ve never actually had a threesome, and I never pictured a threesome happening with your boyfriend.” I shrugged. I should’ve left it there, but I tend to ramble in awkward situations like this and added, “And I can’t imagine Shane would be down for a devil's three-way either.” Anya shook her head and grinned, “You’d be surprised.” “Wait, what?” I love a juicy piece of gossip. She knows she can’t just dangle something like that out there and not finish her thought. She looked around, “Shane actually put the idea in my head…about a threesome,” she sipped her drink. I was flabbergasted. “Wait, Shane told you he wanted to have a threesome with me and you?” She chuckled, “No…well…I’m sure he would, but he told me he’s done three-ways with girls and guys before and that he enjoyed it. I’m sure he would be down to share me with you if I set it up.” This information blew my mind. Does this mean she wants to have a threesome with me? How do I play this right? I would definitely fuck Anya, but would I be ok to share her with Shane at the same time? What if his dick is bigger than mine and she gets to compare our styles at the same time and decides I’m terrible in bed and tells every girl on campus and I never get to have sex again because of it? “It’s silly, forget I said anything,” she tried to wave it off. I realized my window to make this happen was closing quickly, and I needed to jump through it like Indiana Jones before it closed if I ever wanted to hook up with Anya. “I’d be down,” I blurted out. She nearly spit out her drink. “Really?” “Yeah, I mean, why not?” I tried to play it cool. “I'm not into guys like that, but I jerked it with some buddies back in high school…how different can it be?” She bobbed her head for a minute; you could see the wheels turning as she mulled it over. “I don’t know, it would be kind of hot to have two hot guys at the same time, but I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship and make things weird at work.” “That’s fair, but at the same time…” I tried to steer her back towards pro-threesome, and as if on cue, Shane walked up and put his arm around her shoulders. He stood about a foot taller than Anya, a few inches taller than me. “What’s going on over here?” He asked, his eyes glassy from smoking with his boys upstairs. “We were just talking about having a threesome,” Anya offered boldly. I felt my blood rush to my cheeks. “Oh yeah? Zach, you never struck me as the threesome type,” he squinted at me. Probably trying to see if I was just trying to get into Anya’s pants. I shrugged it off, “I’ve never done it, but I’m an open guy.” Shane leaned in and whispered something into Anya’s ear that made her chuckle and made me a little uncomfortable. “Shane, we need you,” a guy yelled from the kitchen where they were playing flip-cup. Shane smiled, “I’m coming!” He winked at me and gave me a pat on the shoulder before darting off. Anya rolled her eyes and shook her head as if to say, “Never mind,” and we dropped the subject altogether. I eventually went back to my dorm alone and jerked off thinking of a threesome with Anya and Shane and what I might be willing to do in that situation and where I would draw the line…until I blew my load and then I wrote it all off as I wiped up my cum with a t-shirt. It didn’t get brought up again, and I just chalked it up to a drunken conversation. That is, until everyone returned from spring break, and I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize. “Yo, it’s Shane, is this Zack?” the text read. Me: Yeah, it’s Zach. Shane, as in Anya’s Shane? Shane: No, as in Anay’s ex-boyfriend Shane. She ditched me during spring break…it’s a long story, but it didn’t end well. That would explain why she wasn’t at work on my first shift back. Me: Oh, sorry to hear that. Shane: Nah, it’s whatever. So listen, straight to the point. I got a girl coming over tonight, she’s like an 11 outta 10, makes Anya look like Raggedy Ann, but this bitch has been playing me for two years. A real cock tease. She said she’ll let me hit it if I set it up as a threesome with another dude, so I thought maybe you’d be down. Or were you just trying to get with Anya? Geeze, that was a lot of information to take in. I wanted to tell him I was just trying to get with Anya, but at the same time, I haven’t been laid in weeks, and spring break back at my parents' place was like being in a convent. So my sexual frustration was at a 10. Me: What would that look like? Me: Would we trade off, or would we have to touch each other? There was a long pause with the three dots popping up and disappearing a few times before he hit send. Shane: I’m not sure. This girl is a bit of a freak, so I would expect you’d need to be comfortable with some fooling around between us if you want to partake. Is that something you’re down for? I swallowed hard, staring at my screen and really focusing on the words. Me: Define “fooling around”? I hit send with my heart pounding in my chest. Shane: Lol, I don’t know, man. I guess the real question is, what are you uncomfortable with? What are your limits? I don’t have any limits, except I’m not letting another dude in my ass…tried it, it’s not for me. If you’re one of those dudes who would freak out if she put my dick in your mouth…maybe this is too advanced for you. I was a little stung by the words “too advanced,” like I’m some sort of child. A part of me wanted to go through with it just to prove the rich asshole wrong. Another part of me felt like I was in way over my head. Could I suck a dick? I’ve had other guys French kiss me, and there was groping, but it was for an audience, which made it hot in its own way. There were also those few times I jerked off with friends back in high school, but that’s normal, right? Me: I see. Me: I guess my limits depend on how hot she is? Shane: lol, right on [attached three pics] Me: Oh shit, ok, I get it now! Shane: Right!? Me: I’ve never seen her at any of your parties, she’s fuckin hot though. Shane: Yeah, you wouldn’t. She graduated last year and lives off campus. Anya knew I had a thing for her and made it clear she was never allowed at our house parties. Me: Gotcha Shane: You in or out? I need to text her back. Me: Fuck…I’m in. Shane: Dope! She’ll be here around 10. Feel free to stop by around 9 if you'd like to smoke with me beforehand. It helps me with nerves for things like this. Shane: Oh, and it goes without saying, but anything that happens tonight dies with us, so do with that information what you will. Me: You don’t have to worry about that! I tried to get some reading done, but ended up rereading the same page over and over again until I gave up. I shit, shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth. I even did a little bit of manscaping with scissors to trim back my bush and make it look more manageable. Not that I’m particularly hairy, but a fresh haircut makes my six inches look a little bit bigger. Shit what if Shane is hung like a horse? I put on a pair of black CK Trunks with the white waistband, they make my package look bigger and my ass a little more plump. Nothing I can do about my skinny torso, though, it is what it is. I showed up at Shane’s at 9:15 feeling nervous as hell. “Bro, you made it. I was worried you’d chicken out,” he gave me a bro-hug. “Nah, I’m always up to try new things,” I tried to play it cool. He walked us back to his bedroom. He has three roommates, one is at his girlfriend's place, the other two are out doing their night shifts and will be back late, Shane said with a grin. Shane had a few prerolls ready to go. We started smoking right away, hotboxing his bedroom as we chatted about his epic spring break trip to Cancun. When we were finished with our first smoke, he went to get us some drinks from the kitchen. He slid his laptop over to me. “Put something on, it’s connected to the TV.” He already had Family Guy open, looks like he’s midway through a rewatch, so I just clicked play and let it roll. He came back a minute later with two open bottles of Gatorade, and the color of the contents was definitely off. “What’s this?” I asked. “A special mix for a special occasion,” he said and grinned. “Try it, you’ll like it,” he shrugged and took a sip of his bottle. I took a sip of mine; it had a weird flavor, but it mostly tasted like blue Gatorade. “It’s good, right?” He asked. I shrugged, “It’s alright. I don’t think you invented Glacier Freeze, though, so you only get partial credit for the funky extra flavor.” He laughed, then checked his texts, sending a few before looking over at me lounging on his bed. “Big Family Guy fan?” He asked, then handed me another preroll. “Some episodes are funny, some aren’t.” He lit his joint and chuckled, “Then why are we watching it?” I exhaled, “because it was already open on your laptop…and you said to put something on.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the question; the weed was suddenly hitting me hard, and I liked it. He shook his head, “I thought you were going to put on some porn.” I felt like an idiot, of course, that’s what he meant. “Oh, well, that was not clear,” I chuckled. “Don’t let me stop you,” I slid the laptop closer to him with my foot. He got on the bed, sliding up until his back was against the wall. He pulled up a video, “Guess we should put on a threesome,” he grinned, and pushed play. The video featured two men and a woman in a bar, playing pool and making bets. One bet led to the next, which was mostly them taking clothes off. I felt myself getting turned on pretty quickly. I glanced at Shane and could see he was tenting in his shorts, making no effort to hide it as he gently rubbed his knob from the outside. It looked huge, and my curiosity was piqued. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out; I clocked the time, it was already 10 o’clock, but the notification was the low battery alert. “Shit, do you have a charger?” He looked at my phone, “Yeah, I’ve got you.” He grabbed it and went over to his desk, his shorts tenting from his bulge. He plugged his charger into my phone, and it buzzed again as he set it down. When he turned to come back over to the bed, I tried to swing my eyes from his crotch to the TV, but the TV had all three people naked and kissing, three tongues twirling. It made me wonder if Shane was a good kisser. I couldn’t help but look over at him as he climbed back onto the bed. This time, the distance between us was less than two feet. He took a sip of his drink, and I followed suit. Feeling really buzzed, really loose, and really horny I asked, “Is she on her way?” He slid his hand under his shorts and groped himself, “Man, I hope so, I’m so fuckin horny…I could go blind.” I couldn’t help but laugh, but I was in the same boat. The room was getting warmer, or maybe I was getting warmer. Shane must have felt it too, because he reached behind his head and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. I did the same, but I don’t think I was as sexy about it. Wait, did I just call Shane sexy? I don’t think I’ve seen Shane shirtless before. While he is on the skinny side like me, he has more muscle definition. I can’t help but notice a bit of a four pack flexing everytime he squeezes his dick in his shorts. His pecs are small, but there is definitely definition where my chest is flat with two dime-sized nipples. Shane checked his phone again, then his eyes went back to the porn. The group on screen was really into it at this point. One of the guys was fucking the girl while the other guy had his head down between the guys ass cheeks eating him out. “You ever been rimmed?” Shane asked. Not looking at him, I admitted, “No. Have you?” He chuckled as he spoke, “Oh yeah, it’s fucking awesome.” He checked his phone again, sighing when he had no message. “Fucking Veronica,” he shook his head. “Is she on her way?” I asked, feeling impatient, strangling my dick in my shorts. He made a frustrated face, “Not sure, she told me she would let me know when she was on her way. She’s only ten minutes from here, but she had to work until 9.” I nodded, trying to do the math in my fuzzy brain. Shane sighed, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and underwear, then looking at me, “You mind if I take these off, my dick is straining so hard it hurts.” “No, go ahead,” I told him, hooking my thumbs in mine to get ready to pull them off, but I wanted to see what he was working with first. He quickly slipped his off and let them hang on his ankles. His 7” dick popped out, thicker than mine with a head shaped like a helmet unlike my mushroom shaped head. I know mine is a little smaller, but not much, so I felt confident enough to join him. We’re going to have to see each other naked when she gets here anyway, might as well get comfortable with it now, right? Shane made no secret of checking out my body, letting his eyes linger on my dick as I slowly stroked myself. I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice, but it did turn me on to know he was checking me out. So much so that I felt myself getting a little closer to orgasm than I wanted to be before the real party kicked off. I let go of my dick and grabbed my Gatorade, taking a few gulps. Shane did the same. I got in a good look at his body when he leaned away from me to get his supplies off the dresser next to the foot of the bed. “Do you use lube?” He asked, squirting some on his dick and slicking himself up. “Usually I go dry, but…why not?” I took the tube from him and squirt some on my dick. It was probably a little too much, the excess dripping down my balls onto his mattress, but he didn’t seem to care, and he was definitely watching. We sat there slowly stroking ourselves, watching the three people on screen going at it. I don’t know when they changed positions, but now the guy who was getting his ass eaten was on his back, taking the other guy's cock while the woman rode his tongue. Shane checked his phone to see if he had any new messages. He looked over at me grinning, “I’m so horny,” he started stroking himself. “Dude, me too,” I huffed, loosening my grip so I don’t cum too quickly. “Would you be down for that?” Shane asked, nodding to the screen as he reached over for his weed. I looked back at the screen, it was a close up of the one guys dick sinking into the other guys asshole and I laughed, thinking he was joking. He blew out smoke and passed the joint to me. I could tell from the look on his face that he was serious. I took a hit, “Which?” I blew out the smoke and passed it back to him. “Either,” he shrugged and took a long hit. I chuckled, “I don’t know, I’ve never done anal.” “In any way,” I felt the need to add. He passed me back the joint, “Have you ever played with your hole?” I shrugged, feeling no hangups at this point, “I’ve…dabbled, I guess.” I passed it back to him. “Really? Like a finger or a dildo?” “A finger,” I scrunched up my face. “I do not own a dildo.” He chuckled, “Hey, this is a safe space, you can get dildos that are not shaped like a cock that are designed just for anal stimulation,” he smiled at me, passing the joint back to me. I took a deep hit. “Did you…” His phone buzzed before he could finish his thought. I hoped it was Veronica saying she was outside. I watched as Shane texted back quickly. Then his phone buzzed again, and he texted back again. I took another hit of the weed, slowly stroking my dick with my free hand, watching his dick bob as he used both hands to text. I grabbed my drink and shifted in the bed so I could use the pillows along the headboard. My feet were stretched out on the bed down by Shane, and I could feel the warmth on the mattress from where his body had just been lying a moment ago. Shane sighed, setting his phone on the dresser, then looked over at me as he took his dick back in hand and started stroking it again. “Was that Veronica?” I asked. “She’s running late,” he shrugged. His eyes went from mine down my body, between my legs. “How often do you finger your hole?” I felt my heart rate speed up as I put the lid back on the Gatorade. “Ummm…I don’t know, once in a while, when I’m really horny...and taking my time, I guess.” I bent my left knee up so my foot was by my ass and knee in the air, my right foot tucked in to meet my left like a dead butterfly. I noticed how often he was glancing at my hole, and it was turning me on in a weird way, especially since he was talking about it. He scoots back on the bed, filling the space where my feet were and leaning against the wall. His hips were close to my feet, and I could feel his body heat radiating to my toes. I let my left knee drift to lean against the wall so I could see his face again, his eyes were...locked on my balls? Maybe lower. “How do you do it when you do it?” He asked, his eyes making their way back to mine. I felt a rush of heat hitting my chest, and I passed the last of the joint back to him. His arm brushed hard against my raised knee as he reached for it. “Umm…I don’t know, I just use a little vaseline and…you know,” I turned my hand palm up and started wiggling my middle finger up the same way I would finger a womans clit. “You use your middle finger?” I chuckled, “Yeah? What finger do you use?” He smirked, “I use both my fingers,” he held up his index finger and middle finger. “I’ve done that too,” I blurted out unprovoked. He smiled, “Really? How many fingers have you had in your ass?” “At one time?” He chuckled, “Yeah?” I felt embarrassed but answered anyway, “Ok, one time, I was chatting with someone online, like really filthy chat, and she convinced me to try three fingers.” I couldn’t help but grin with pride and embarrassment. He didn’t mock me like I expected; he actually nodded along like he was impressed. “Three fingers, but you wouldn’t do that?” He pointed at the screen again. My eyes followed his finger and on screen the cut to the close up of the guy on his back getting fucked by the other dude. I shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s way different than fingers.” He chuckled, “not really, I mean, think about it,” he held up his hand, putting the tips of his index, middle, and ring fingers together, then brought it down to his hard dick and lined them up. “It’s basically the same,” he shrugged. “Not even close,” I held up my fingers in the same formation. He quickly sat up and shifted, getting between my legs, pulling my hand down to his dick and I accidentally touched it as he compared my fingers to his girth. “It really is about the same.” I chuckled, “No way dude, look at it,” I put the three tips of my fingers to the head of his cock and it gave me a rush as the velvety tip brushed my pads. “Well, sure, the head is bigger, but how far did you get those fingers in?” I looked at my fingers for a second, “I don’t know, I couldn’t see, but it felt like they were at least to here,” I used my thumb to indicate the section just below my knuckle on my forefinger. He grabbed my hand again and lined it up with his dick which was pumping out heat. “See, at that part I think your fingers are even thicker than my dick.” He smiled with pride about being right. “Maybe it wasn’t that far,” I tried to walk it back. He made a knowing face. “Did you like it?” “I don’t know, I was kinda caught up in the moment,” I admitted. He gave me that look again. “Did you cum?” “Of course.” “With the fingers in your ass?” I thought about it for a second. “I think so, yeah.” “Well, there you go, see, you could do that, and enjoy it.” He looked back at the screen, accidentally resting his hand on my right thigh. We both watched in silence, stroking ourselves slowly for a moment while the camera cut back and forth between the close up of the guy getting fucked and then to him eating the girl out while also stroking his massive dick. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that as he slowly stroked his dick, his fist accidentally bumped into my balls a few times. I’ve jerked off with buddies back in high school before, so I’m not uncomfortable with touching another guy, but I don’t really know Shane this well, and it feels different when he touches me. Good different, I guess, but all this talk about our potential threesome involving anal sex between us has my buzzed brain spinning. Shane let out a soft moan and squeezed my thigh, jerking my attention back to how close we both are, and Veronica hasn’t even shown up yet. Shane was fixated on the TV, and it gave me a chance to really take him in. As he jerked himself off I could see the muscles hidden under his skinny build, and the way he strokes his dick had me in a bit of a trance. My mind kept drifting between wanting to touch it and thinking about Anya touching it. I wonder if she let him rawdog her? Then if I touched his dick, it would be kinda like I touched her pussy….right? “Fuck man, I need to calm down or I’m going to shoot before she gets here,” Shane said, releasing his dick and contorting himself around to reach for a little brown bottle on his dresser. He shook it, uncapped it, then held one side of his nose closed as he inhaled slowly on the other side. Then he repeated it on the other nostril. The way he relaxed immediately and looked high as fuck made me curious. “What’s that?” “Poppers,” he held the bottle out for me to take. “It helps you relax, and when you’re on the edge, it helps you to keep control of your nut,” he chuckled. I took the bottle from him and followed his example. The fumes were intense and holy shit did I get a rush. My heart started racing, and I could suddenly feel every nerve ending in my body as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh shit,” I whispered. “Right?” He chuckled, putting both his hands on my thighs and rubbing up and down a few inches below my crotch. “Damn, that’s intense,” I felt my head spinning as I relaxed into the mattress. “It’s like a horny drug,” he chuckled. I do feel even more horny. I don’t think I was any less close from blowing my load, but man do I feel horny. Shane grabbed the bottle of lube on the mattress and dripped a good a mount on his dick, stroking himself to coat his meat. “Want more lube?” He held the bottle out. I took it and dripped some more on my dick, again a little more than I wanted to and it dribbled down my balls. I instinctively brought my free hand down and tried to catch the drip. Shane huffed, “Trying to finger yourself?” I chuckled, “No, I was trying to keep the lube off your mattress.” “Oh, here I thought you were going to put on a show.” The idea now planted in my head I did kinda want that anal stimulation. Would it be weird if I fingered myself in front of Shane? Would he even care? I felt his fist bump my balls again as he stroked himself. I’m not sure if he even realized he did it; he was so transfixed on the TV. I liked it, though. I kinda want him to do it some more. I slowly stretched my legs out over his bent knees, his hairy thighs brushing the back of my thighs as I did. He looked over at me as my legs landed. “Sorry, I was getting a cramp,” I lied, but it brought me close enough to the flight path of him stroking himself that his knuckles started bumping my balls with every other pass. “It’s cool, get comfortable,” he said, and then leaned back a little which spread his knees a little more under my thighs, holding himself up with his left hand as his right stroked his dick. Now every stroke of his dick was bumping my balls and it was sending my brain into a horny spiral. I started stroking my dick faster. “Oh shit, that probably feels so good,” Shane grinned at the TV, stroking his dick a little faster. I turned my head to look at the TV and saw the guy getting fucked shooting his load on his chest as the other guy pulled out and shot his load on that guys balls and the camera zoomed in on the juices dripping down to the guys asshole. “Damn,” I added, trying not to cum. “I would’nt pull out though,” Shane chuckled and I realized he was thinking it must have felt good to be fucking that guy as he shot his load instead of being the guy getting fucked. “Yeah, me neither,” I felt the need to add. Then I grabbed the little brown bottle and took another hit. “Fuck, that got me close too,” he said, reaching for the bottle after I inhaled a second time. I watched Shane close his eyes and take a hit, feeling the rush wash over my body, I don’t know why I did it, but as he was taking a hit on the other side I reached out and gave his dick a couple strokes which caused him to moan and he grinned at me through half lidded eyes and I stopped stroking him. Another scene started playing on the TV, featuring two different men and a different woman. This time, they were checking into a hotel, and one of them said, “I’m so glad we’re finally off the road.” She parked her roller bag and added, “I never want to get in the car again,” then stretched her back by bending over and touching her toes. “Do you need a massage?” The second guy asked, and then the music kicked in. “Do you need a massage?” Shane asked and squeezed my thighs, the head of his dick brushing against my balls and then sliding down to my lube drenched grundle before he pulled back. I chuckled, “I need Veronica to get here. I’m so horny.” “Yeah, fuck, me too,” he contorted himself to grab his phone without leaving his spot on the bed. He sent a quick text and set the phone down. Immediately his hand went back to stroking his cock. “You know what would be hot?” “What?” “Ah…no, never mind,” he shook his head and turned back to the TV. “Well, now I need to know,” I pressured. “It’s stupid, I don’t know why I said anything,” he kept looking at the TV. “Dude, come on, what would be hot?” He turned to look at me and grabbed the bottle of poppers, taking a hit as if that would change the subject. Then he handed me the bottle. I grabbed it, adding, “Bro, just tell me,” and inhaled deep. He closed his eyes, still holding his last hit in. Then I took a hit on the other side as he exhaled. “Fuuuck,” he said and squeezed my upper thighs really hard, and it made me moan and exhale my hit. I felt the rush washing over me. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation and mumbled, “Just tell me.” “Ugh, ok, but don’t judge me,” he prefaced. I shook my head, implying I won’t judge. “It would be kinda hot to see how you finger yourself as you jerk off…you know, while we wait on Veronica.” With the rush at its peak, I mumbled, “Mmm…yeah, it would.” “For real? You’ll do it?” He got all excited. Before I could think about it, I shrugged, “If you want…I mean, it feels good,” I chuckled. He grabbed the lube and handed it to me instantly, popping the lid as he did, which got a chuckle from both of us. My rush started to come down as I poured some lube into my left hand and circled my pucker with my fingers. The cool lube grounded me a little, and I started to think this might be a bridge too far. “Are you sure you want to watch?” He grinned, “Fuck yeah, it’ll be so hot to watch you pleasure yourself like that.” He stroked his dick a few strokes. “Wait,” he nearly shouted. Grabbing a pillow, he pushed my legs back and stuck the pillow under my lower back and upper ass cheeks. “This way I can really see it,” he grinned and grabbed the lube. “Want some more?” He uncapped it. I held out my hand and he squirt a dollop on my fingers, then squirt more on his dick and started stroking himself. I turned to watch the TV. I couldn’t watch him while doing this. I learned the hard way that I had to concentrate on relaxing my sphincter for this to feel good, and with him watching me, there was added pressure. Thankfully, my head was spinning from the poppers, weed, and whatever was mixed in with the Gatorade, so as soon as I took my lubed fingers and circled my hole, it instantly felt good and like I could just go for it. Out of caution, though, just using my middle finger, I pushed the tip into my slick pucker, and it went in pretty easily. The feeling of being gently stretched always felt good, but with his lube, it was even better. “Oh shit, that’s hot man,” Shane grabbed my legs and gently spread them a little wider to get a better view, then quickly returned to slowly stroking his dick which I could see was starting to form precum at the tip so I know he wasn’t just saying that, he was really enjoying what he was seeing. I decided to push it into the next knuckle, which was a little uncomfortable for a second, but as I wiggled it inside, it quickly started to feel good. “Keep jerking yourself too,” Shane encouraged, scooting closer to me in excitement. Now as he stroked his dick his fist was bumping into the back of my hand and I felt the precum from his tip a he accidentally rubbed the head on my hand too. My first thought was that’s gross, but as his fist gently bumped the back of my hand on the next stroke, it vibrated through my hand and into my hole, and that was a new feeling I instantly enjoyed. I didn’t tell him he was bumping my hand, since he didn’t seem to care, and after a few more strokes, I was so turned on I was ready to insert another finger. Still, I wasn’t sure if that was taking this too far or if he wanted to see me do it, so I just kept wiggling my middle finger as deep as I could get it while my right hand stroked my dick in time with his stroking. “This feels good,” I whispered in a breathy voice. His eyes latched onto mine. “Yeah?” “Oh yeah,” I confessed. He put his hands on my thighs, gently squeezing as his cock bobbed up and down and his precum smeared on the back of my hand. “Add another finger,” he suggested. I raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” “Fuck yeah,” he insisted. “Want more lube?” He grabbed the bottle and uncapped it. “Umm, sure,” I pulled my finger out and let him dribble an excessive amount into the trench between my middle and index finger. Then he put a little more on his dick, giving himself a few strokes as I returned my fingers to my hole. This time, as I slowly inserted both fingers, he watched in awe as I slowly slid them in as deep as they would go. The stretching was intense, but I felt the need to impress him by doing it without stopping. Like, somehow I’m not a man if I can’t insert two fingers without wincing. “Damn Zach, that’s so hot, look how tight your ass fits around your fingers.” Shane's eyes were like saucers as he watched me finger myself with two fingers now. In his excitement he shifted his weight again an was humping his dick across the back of my hand for a few pumps of his hips before he settled back down and started stroking his dick directly against the back of my hand. The vibration with two fingers in my hole was an insane amount of pleasure. So much so, I found myself trying to pull my fingers deeper into my hole than I had ever done by myself. “Does it feel good?” I let out a very breathy, “Yeah.” “Shit, it’s so hot. Is that weird to say? Fuck, I don’t care man, it’s really hot, you look so hot doing it.” He put his left hand on my thigh, leaned over me really quickly, his dick dragging up my arm, precum streaking in my arm hair until his balls landed on my wrist as he grabbed the little brown bottle next to my shoulder. “Dude, you’re so fucking sexy like this,” he almost mumbled to himself as he opened the bottle and put it under my nose, plugging one side and then the other as I inhaled deep without taking my fingers out of my hole or off my cock. The rush crashing over me like a tidal wave. I felt my hole relax around my fingers, and I was able to push them even deeper in. “Mmmm,” I moaned as my eyelids closed and all of my other senses heightened. I felt my horniness increase from the pleasure of my fingers in my hole. My strokes on my cock were intensified, the heat coming from Shane being under my legs and his dick putting off an amazing amount of heat as it rest against the back of my hand was intense while I heard him take a hit of the poppers. “Fuck dude,” he breathed out before taking another hit and holding it. As he breathed it out he grabbed his dick and started stroking himself. I continued stroking myself and fingering myself as the poppers peaked and then subsided, bringing myself back to the edge and then holding off, letting Shane vibrate my fingers inside me with his jerking off between my legs. It was all so surreal, I almost forgot about Veronica until I heard Shane’s phone buzz. He didn’t seem to hear it because he just kept stroking himself while watching my fingers wiggling inside my tight pucker. “Is that Veronica?” I asked. “Huh? Oh, shit,” he grumbled and grabbed his phone. “She just got out of work, she needs to go to her place and shower before she comes over,” he read me the bullet points. He sent a quick text and then put the phone back down. “We can wait, this is already hotter than I thought it would be,” he said, grabbing my thigh with his left hand and his dick with his right, shifting his weight again and I swear he was so close his ball brushed against the back of my hand before he settled. “Should we…wait for her? I don’t want to accidentally cum,” I chuckled. “Fuck that, she’ll get here when she gets here, I’m having too much fun,” he grinned. “Unless you want to stop,” he added. I shook my head no. I was too close to blowing my load to think clearly. The sex fog in my brain had me feeling good all around. “Good,” he said. “Want some more?” He held up the bottle of poppers. I nodded yes. “Yeeeeah boooy,” he leaned over me again. Again his balls dangled over the hand in my ass, his dick sliding along my dick was so weird but oddly a turn on at the same time. He helped me take another hit before he settled back down to take a hit of his own. Capping the bottle he got up on his knees a little, grabbing my thighs he rocked his hips so his dick slid up along my cock and his balls gently banged into the back of my hand and he let out a heavy breath. He did this through the entire peak of my popper high and his until we both settled down and started stroking our dicks again. “Fuck dude, do you want to try for a third finger?” I grinned and nodded yes. I was feeling so good that a third finger could only enhance this situation. Shane grabbed the lube and put the tip just under my balls and squeezed. I felt the liquid hit my grundle and drip down, and I caught it with the fingers still in my hole. “Wait, wait, wait,” Shane said, capping the lube and grabbing the poppers. He stuck them back under my nose, and I took a hit. “Deeper this time and hold it,” he said, holding it under the other nostril. I did as I was told and took a really deep breath until I thought my lungs would pop. “That’s it,” he said, taking a quick hit for himself and settling back down. Then he hooked his hands under my knees and pushed them back toward my chest so he could watch. “Ok, now,” he said, finally exhaling. With the rush washing over me, I didn’t focus on him holding my knees up and just focused on the pleasure of all of this. Slowly sliding my middle and index finger out, I quickly adjusted my fingers and pushed back in slowly, adding my ring finger this time. “Oh shit,” I groaned as I quickly hit the first knuckle and it was already more stretching than just two fingers flexing inside. “That’s it, keep going,” he encouraged. “This is so hot.” I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes closed. I tried to focus on relaxing, and it actually worked. My fingers slid into the second knuckle, and now I knew I was more stretched out than I had ever been, so I had to stop pushing in. “Oh shit Zach, that’s so hot!” Shane's excitement was intoxicating. “Keep going, see if you can get them even deeper.” I slowly pushed even deeper, letting out a groan and clenching my hole around my fingers as I did. It didn’t hurt as much as it was uncomfortable and hard to do from this angle…but yeah, the new diameter was a bit intense. “Ungh, I can’t go any deeper,” I admitted. “Shit, dude, that’s still so hot. Does it feel good?” He let my legs go back down and started stroking himself with his right hand and rubbing higher up on my thigh with his left hand. I groaned, “It’s ok, I’m getting used to it.” He chuckled, “Dude, I’m so turned on by it. I know that sounds weird, but I don’t care, man. Something about it just looks so hot,” he grinned at me. “Can you pump in and out like before?” I tried to pump in and out, but the best I could do was wiggle my wrist, and my fingers gyrated in me a little. “Mmmph…I can’t.” He rubbed both of my thighs up and down, letting his dick rub the back of my hand as he slowly slid his hands up so his thumbs could massage my crotch. “Do you want me to try?” I opened my eyes to see his still locked on my hand or maybe his dick, it’s hard to tell. “What do you mean?” He looked up at me and smiled, “Can I try fingering you?” I swallowed hard, “I don’t know, that’s kinda…you know.” He chuckled, “Dude, it’s no big deal, I’ve let a guy do it to me before, it always feels better when someone else fingers you.” “Really?” “Yeah,” he scrunched up his face as if I asked the dumbest question in the world. “I guess, if you want to, it could be cool,” I said, slowly pulling my fingers from my hole. He didn’t hesitate and reached for the lube, coated the fingers on his left hand, then lifted my balls with his right hand so he could see what he was doing and slowly slid his fingers down my grundle into my crack and then found my pucker. “Oh…ahhhmmm,” I breathed out as he circled the ring and landed in the center. My pucker instinctively tightened before he could push one finger in, but he pushed just hard enough that his finger pushed in and kept going until he had it all the way on. “Ahhh…shit,” his finger was a bit more rigid and overall bigger than mine and it stung a lot more than when I used mine. “Oh shit, that feels so good, holy shit dude,” he comented as he did more of an in and out motion as opposed to the wiggling I did with my finger. “I can feel you gripping my finger dude, that’s so fucking hot,” he chuckled. “Ungh, shit, it’s so weird,” I groaned. “I’m going to put a second finger in,” he said, as he was already sliding the first finger out to add the second, and without pausing, pushed in two fingers. “Oh fuck, Shane…ahhh, that’s, ahhh,” I hissed but then he twisted his hand so it was palm up and did this Spiderman thing where he pressed his fingers hard into my anal wall and I had a rush of intense pleasure. “Oh, shit, that…that feels better,” I was squirming under his assault on what turns out to be my prostate. “That’s the spot?” He pressed even harder with each click of his fingers. “Ungh…yeah, oh man,” I grabbed my dick and started jerking off. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t waste it. “You like it?” He asked in a breathy voice, stroking his dick with his other hand. I could only nod yes as I breathed heavily and stretched my legs over his thighs, my toes starting to curl from the pleasure. “Damn dude, you’re ass is so warm and tight, it’s like trying to eat my fingers. Do you want me to try a third?” He pulled his two fingers to just the tips as he asked the question, not waiting for the answer, he aligned his fingers and started pushing in. “Ahhhgh, that’s too much,” I groaned. “Let me add more lube,” he said, reaching for the lube without removing his fingers from my hole. “Shit, I don’t think lube will help,” I hissed. “Let’s see, I need more for my dick anyway,” he popped the cap, pulling his fingers out except the tip and added more lube, then slowly pushed them back in. Holding his fingers at two knuckles deep, not moving a muscle, it gave me a chance to breathe. He drizzled more lube on his dick and before he capped the lube he asked, “Do you need more on your dick?” I shook my head no and he capped it, smearing the lube all over his dick. “Damn dude, I’ve never had anything this tight on my fingers. Does it feel good?” I sighed, “It’s alright. Just hold it there.” He did as he slowly stroked his dick. After a minute, he slowly started pulsing his fingers, almost like he was trying to spread my hole instead of fingering it, but it was so gentle it actually felt really good, and I started jerking off to the new pleasure. “Jesus, I can feel your ass clamp down and then relax on my fingers, like it’s your heartbeat. Does it feel good?” I nodded, “It’s better.” I was slowly jerking myself because every few strokes I felt him hit my prostate and it would almost make me cum, and I definitely didn’t want to cum before Veronica got here. Oh shit, Veronica… “Did Veronica text?” “No.” He kept pulsing his fingers. “Are you…mmm….are you sure?” He dropped his dick and reached for his phone. “Nah, not yet.” Then I heard a notification chime. “I put the volume up so we’ll know for sure when she texts.” He put the phone back down and started stroking his dick again. “Shit, I think we should stop until she gets here,” I dropped my dick. “No way, dude, this is too much fun.” I felt his fingers go deeper in my hole, just a little bit but enough to feel it deep in my guts, “Ungh…fuck…I don’t want to cum before she gets here…ungh, and I’m getting close,” I warned. He handed me the little brown bottle, “Here, these will help.” I didn’t hesitate and took a hit. “Take another hit, a really big one this time, and hold it as long as you can.” I did as he instructed, and the rush was so intense I almost blacked out before exhaling. “Oh fuuuck,” I mumbled. “Better?” “Mmmm, yeah,” I groaned and spread my legs a little wider. “Yeah, that’s it, fucking feels good doesn’t it?” He managed to push his fingers a little deeper. “Ahhh….mmmm, yeah, fuck, so good,” I tossed my head from side to side on the mattress. I can’t believe how good this feels. Then he took it up a notch and was suddenly stroking my dick while fingering my ass. “Ohhh God….yeah, that, that…” was all I could mumble. He chuckled, “Damn Zach, you really like getting your ass played with, huh?” I rubbed my face and mumbled, “I didn’t…ungh, now I do.” He stroked me a little faster and harder, so he was pounding down on my crotch at the same time pushing up on my prostate. “Oh FUCK, Shane…I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” I squirmed under him, my legs wrapped around his back. He dropped my dick and slowly pulled his fingers out of my hole. “Damn dude, that was so hot, I can’t get over how tight you are. I’ll bet it would feel so good on my dick.” He started stroking his dick with his right hand again, his left hand lifting my balls and then letting his thumb drop down to my pucker in the gentlest touch. I was completely blown away by the stimulation he had just given me, and yeah, I heard what he said, but it hadn’t yet registered —what he said. As the intensity started to simmer down, my breathing coming back to normal, I could hear the porn again and glanced at the screen. Much like the previous video, the two guys were fucking, this time the first guy was laying like I am with the guy between his legs like Shane is between mine, just railing him, and the rigl is bobbing her head up and down on his cock and the dude looks like his mind is blown…not unlike mine right now. “That looks so hot, doesn’t it?” Shane asked. I reached for my dick which had finally settled down enough that I could start stroking it again without popping off. “Yeah,” I nodded without taking my eyes off the video. Shane chuckled, “Zach, would it be crazy…would you let me try putting my dick in you?” My head snapped back to Shane, trying to focus on his face, expecting him to be joking, “What?” He grinned, “Just the tip, you know, just to feel how tight you are.” My face scrunched up, “I don’t know, man, that’s pretty gay.” “It’s no more gay than what we already did.” He started rubbing his thumb over my lubed hole. “Mmm, yeah, but, it is, it’s not a finger, it’s your dick,” I tried to laugh it off. “Come on, man, I’ve never felt any hole so tight, let me just feel your ring around the head and then I’ll pull out.” “I don’t know man,” I felt that flush come back to my chest, a nervousness mixed with an extreme horniness. “What’s there to think about? I’m not going to tell anyone, and you liked my fingers so much you almost blew your load.” “Just the tip?” He reached for the lube. “Yeah, it won’t be weird, it’ll probably feel really good for both of us.” He squirt some lube on his fingers and rubbed it on my hole, then added more to his dick, quickly shifting a little closer so he had to push his cock down to reach my hole. His left hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing between my leg and grundle I felt his cock slip down between my ass cheeks, slick as all hell it slid right over my hole and I let out a sigh. He lowered his dick even more, the tip centering on my pucker and he nudged the head in, using gentle rocking until he finally gave it a little extra pressure and my hole stopped resisting his girth and it popped in with a sting. “Ahhh, FUCK, no pull it out!” I growled. The pain shot into my guts like someone fired a gun into my ass. He rubbed my thigh, “Dude, I’m not even in yet, you gotta let me get the head in.” He reached over and grabbed the poppers to hand them to me. “Here, take a hit, it’ll help you relax.” I quickly uncapped the bottle and took a deep hit, then another. The rush was a million times better than the sting of his dick. “Take another hit, a big one on each side, and really hold it.” Shane started adding gentle pressure this time. Shifting his weight for more leverage as I took my hits and held it like he asked. The wave crashed over me and I felt myself start to relax and let his dick push into my hole. This time, without the sting, the head sank into my hole with a smooth warmth and added pressure to my prostate. We both let out an “mmmm” as we held it there. He was restraining from pushing deeper, and I was restraining from pushing him out. “Fuck that feels good. I can feel your hole clamp down on me. Can you feel me in you?” I nodded and groaned, “It’s weird.” “Good weird or bad weird?” “Just…weird,” I felt the poppers hit their peak and my hole relaxed a little more around his cock. “Oh fuck, I can feel your hole trying to suck me in like it did with my fingers.” He had both hands on my upper thighs now, his cock slowly inching it’s way a little deeper. “Holy shit Zach, it’s so warm, like a silk pillow wrapped tightly around my tip…I’m gonna push a little deeper, see if you can handle more of me.” “Ungh, wait,” I groaned, but didn’t really put up a fight as he sank two more inches into me. “Ahhh…fuck, ok, that’s enough,” I groaned when he got a little too deep and I felt a pang. He stopped pushing and grabbed the poppers, taking a deep hit. “Fuck dude, you’re so tight I almost nut when you clamped down just now,” he chuckled as he exhaled. “Dude, what? You better not cum in me,” I clamped down instinctively and he gripped my thighs tight with his hands. “Oooh, shit, dude, if you don’t want me to nut right now you need to relax,” he whispered as if the vibration of sound would set him off. “Shane, no, you need to pull out,” I insisted. “Can’t, you’re clamped so tight, if I move I’m gonna blow,” he whispered again. I grabbed the poppers from him and took a deep hit, then another. As the rush hit me, I took another deep hit and another for good measure, feeling my body completely relax to the point where my dick started going soft. Shane noticed and started stroking my dick for me as the poppers did their thing. “Shit….ok, I can feel you relaxing,” Shane said and slowly pushed deeper into me. “Ahhh, fuck, Shane, you’re pushing in, you need to pull out,” I groaned feeling him hit deep in my guts and the feeling was a new height of pleasure that almost made me blow my load. “Does it feel good?” “Mmm…yeah, but I don’t want you to cum in me…and I don’t want to cum before Veronica gets here,” I mumbled and clenched on his dick again. “Oh fuck, dude, that feels so good, you feel so good, I don’t want to pull out yet. Can’t we just do this until she gets here?” “I don’t know, ungh,” he rocked his hips a hair, “Are you….do you just want to hold it there?” He pulsed his dick inside me, “I can hold it, or I can give you a few pumps,” he rocked his hips out a tiny bit and then back in. “Ungh…fuck” I groaned. “It feels good, right?” “Mmmm, yeah but…” “So let me get a few pumps in, just until Veronica gets here,” he insisted. “Is she going to be here soon?” “She’ll be here any minute, I think,” he rocked his hips again, the pain gone and nothing but pleasure this time. “Fuck…ok, but…mmm, ok, we should use a condom though,” I moaned. “Why? You can’t get pregnant?” “Yeah, but…” “I’m not going to cum in you, I’m saving it for her,” he rocked his hips in a slightly bigger stroke. “Ungh, ok, just a few minutes until she gets here,” I caved, grabbing my dick. He leaned over me and started to slowly pump his hips in and out, his dick sliding in deeper and then back out until it almost popped out, then he’d pump all seven inches back into me and grind on my ass. “Your ass feels so good, I love how tight you are,” he mumbled between thrusts. I kept stroking my dick, but as I felt myself getting close I’d stop stroking, even though he kept pumping into me. After only a couple of minutes, it was feeling so good that stopping jerking wasn’t going to do it, so I grabbed the poppers and took a deep hit, then another. Shane smiled at me as my rush peaked and he thrust a little harder into me, his cock hitting even deeper inside me. His face looked like he was in pure bliss, and I was getting nervous. I offered him the poppers, and he nodded yes. Taking a good hit on both sides, but he kept slowly pushing in and grinding as he did. “Oh man, Zach, this is the best ass I’ve ever had, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” “Dude, you need to hold out. Veronica will be here soon,” I groaned, feeling him hitting deep with every pump. “I can nut twice, I need to nut,” he said, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slamming into my ass for a few strokes and then he slammed hard into me and I felt his dick throb, “Ungh,” he slammed into me again, and his cock slid with no friction, so smooth it felt so good and wet. “Mmmm.” he moaned quietly as he stopped moving inside me. “Fuck, did you just cum inside me?” I asked, feeling his dick still twitching inside me. “Oh yeah, fuck, Zach, you’re hole is so tight, I couldn’t hold it,” He chuckled, still holding himself over me he slowly sat up straight and put his hands on my thighs as he caught his breath. “Dude, I told you not to cum in me,” I was having mixed feelings, it felt so good, but I was also angry. “Sorry dude, it just happened, I couldn’t help it,” he slowly started to pull out, and my hole suddenly felt empty. “What about Veronica?” I asked. He grabbed his phone, “Oh shit, she text.” He started texting her back. I started stroking my dick, “Is she almost here?” “Damn dude, I had a lot of lube on my fingers, I think I turned the ringer on and then back off by accident.” “Ok, is she here?” He sent a text, “I think she got here but forgot which apartment I’m in and then left when I didn’t respond to her half dozen messages and two phone calls.” He looked over at me with a guilty look on his face. “Are you serious?” I felt my blood boiling. “Yeah dude, look,” he showed me her response to his most recent message, saying, “I left,” time-stamped 12:04 a.m. Now it’s 12:05 am. I couldn’t think straight, “Fuck, I can’t believe…..FUCK,” I felt dirty and used, as I rolled off the bed and yanked my clothes back on. “Sorry, man, it was an accident,” Shane was trying to calm me down, but I wouldn’t hear it. I just kept grumbling about how this is bull shit, gathered my things and stormed out. The next day, after classes, I had a shift at the coffee shop with Anya. “You look like shit,” she said. “I had a late night,” I said, grabbing a mug and pouring myself some coffee. “How was spring break?” She asked. “It was ok, I guess, how was yours?” “Ugh, it was ok, I ended up going home…” “Because you broke up with Shane?” I was about to launch into how ‘he’s an asshole’ but then she corrected me. “Well, yeah, but he called me up a few days ago and apologized, so we’re good now,” she then launched into a long story about something that happened to her at home. All I could think was how Shane lied to me about being broken up, fucked me, nut in me, and…what else was he lying about?

Kudos, rawinme. Without the crucial bond of trust being established, the most potent facet of B/d S/m - the giving up one's control of the bottom, and the acceptance of control of the Top - the magnificent "connection" that is available to each man will be impossible to establish. Without that trust being well-established (which no true Leatherman would allow via what we call "a negotiation") the exercise is almost certain to - at best - fail.

Can’t remember if I’ve posted in here before. But kinkiest thing id have to say was being spit roasted anon, both cumming in my hole then cleaning them off with my mouth after. Goos times. I want to be spit roasted again.

Yup no stranger to some pig action ffor sure. Be nice to share getting piggy with him I’d say. Not his first rodeo. 🐷

Same- nothing better than being spun to give you endurance and desire, plus restraints to enforce your own promises you would provide the use of your holes for satisfaction. I won't do the restraints without being dosed up really good first....lol. Pain and discomfort are transitory, but the pride you gain after your servitude is well worth the payment you have to make. Plus, I love the feelings of intimidation, degradation, submission, and emasculation that come from consent that is made irrevocable once restraints are applied. The psychological effects are sometimes far better than the physical pleasure.

No, no, no. The filibuster is a tactic to delay a vote. (This gets way into the weeds, I’ll grant you.) Even the specific Wikipedia source cite that you previously used includes this important nugget tucked away. “Even bills supported by 60 or more senators (as well as nominations) may therefore be delayed by a filibuster.” If the Republicans want to change the rules about the filibuster they can. They just have to make a rule change which only requires a simple majority. That’s exactly what McConnell did after the Gorsuch nomination was filibustered. The Republicans voted to pass a change to the rules about filibusters to add that filibusters couldn’t be used to delay a vote to confirm a new Supreme Court nominee. To do this they just needed to 51 votes to pass that rule revision. At any time, the Senate could completely eliminate all filibusters by passing a rule change with 51 votes. I’m not sure I can fault your logic here. Except that you assume that this issue outweighs all others in the next election. Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. However, in the mean time, most of the 24 million people who will face exorbitant increase in premiums will largely lose their health insurance which would cost countless lives. And as @laguyinhou noted, this would almost certainly result in premium increases to millions of voters who get health insurance through their employers. Also, if these massive numbers lose their health insurance, many hospitals (mostly rural) will close down due to loss of revenue from most of their visitors. An impact that can’t be undone in the future. I know you previously made that argument in response to me. Though I haven’t gone back to read them, I expect that’s exactly what many Dems said. However, I think the Democrats calculus this time is that the harms of allowing the ACA subsidies to lapse would be so catastrophic that it outweighs the horrific option of these federal workers having to wait to get their paychecks. I don’t think any Democrats like that choice, and I agree with them. The problem is, that we live in unique times. At some point, a “regular” president would negotiate a solution. Trump may not. Trump may not care that there are enormous numbers of people (those who lose insurance and federal workers awaiting delayed salaries) will face horrific outcomes no matter the choices they make. Yes, and this is not uncommon. Frequently Congress will opt to only pass a rule based on a short period into the future. This is especially true when it will have major economic impacts. This was how the incredible tax cuts for billionaires worked. When Trump got his tax package through in first administration, it only changed the tax rules for a limited number of years, so that the CBO calculations showed a smaller (though still enormous) impact on the federal deficit. Republicans are in control again when those cuts were due to expire, so they passed legislation extending those cuts. This is the reason the ACA subsidies were time-limited too. But Dems aren’t in charge, so the only way they can hope to extend subsidies is by negotiating to end shutdown. It’s a helluva mess. I know it’s more complicated than I can explain, but I think those answers sort of get the ideas across. Another reason Dems may feel this shutdown is especially important is that trying to fix things after the next presidential election may not occur as we expect. Many worry that 2028 may not be a free and fair election. Trump is readying us to not be surprised if (or when) he declares an insurrection. If he does declare an insurrection he can say that it’s impossible to conduct an election until after the insurrection is resolved. Am I being too dramatic? Maybe. But Trump is definitely making changes that create a path for such actions. Sometimes I think I’m lucky to be so old.

Provided I have had time to properly prep and clean, I am always willing and very happy to A2M (love it in fact, especially if a top demands it). I will not A2M if the cock came out of someone else's pussy, and although I will allow a top to rim me if he or she wants, it is not something I will do except with long-term partners that I am confident are clean. If I take on a group (which I will do every chance I get), I will always do a round of antibiotics. I enjoy risky, borderline abusive, bareback sex, but I am always going to do whatever I can to mitigate the risks I take.

@laguyinhou an interesting piece from Politico. I highlight for the very important sub-point re: Dems position on healthcare subsidies re: shutdown: those subsidies were never supposed to be permanent nor budgeted for as such. [think before following links] https://www.politico.com/news/2025/10/19/ro-khanna-agree-marjorie-taylor-greene-00615010

I'll respond here just to return the convo back to the original question. @Rillion whether you're implied details are true, it's ultimately based on using the 60-vote threshold driven by the filibuster (or threat of same) which gets us back to the previous hypocrisy discussion re: progressives push from 2021-23 to eliminate that -- which would have meant, in the very unlikely event of that effort working, that now Reps would not need 60-votes. I'll leave it there. @laguyinhou right. and if Reps are so stupid as to pass legislation that will hurt so many in such a stark way, then let them. In democracies we solve differences through elections. We should NOT hold federal workers pay and livelihoods nor sometimes live-saving services hostage to politics. At least that's what Democrats said before. And, if the truth of their legislation is so bad, as you say, those elections will have a clear winner. In 2017, Trump's first term, the NJ and VA gubernatorial elections had Dems winning by 14pp in NJ and 9pp in VA. Those elections happen again in a couple weeks. To @nanana original post question, re: holding Trump accountable and by what metrics, those would be very obvious benchmarks.

Thanks to everybody for reading and the responses above. When I wrote the above a few days ago I was still in a state of disbelief, denial and shock, so I just said the experience as it was in my mind. I’ve not managed the opportunity to post before now and was limited to a few replies per day on my account. I wasn’t sure if this would be of any interest to somebody as it has been for me. im trying also to not be over cautious on my words, despite being so. I come from a good family, UK based. My dad I’ve always been close to. He’s in his 50s and looks incredible for his age. He’s always had an extraordinary life and lifestyle. He’s lived in many countries, never in the same place for long, he’s had a string of relationships with women far younger than him, some in their teens, always seen him as a bit of a playboy and never had any issue with that. Though him and my mum were total opposites, never have worked out what they saw in each other lol. I’ve got 3 brothers. All my dad’s kids, there’s 4 of us. Despite him not always being there he’s always been supportive from afar. Having him at my place the last few days (where he still is as I type this) has been an incredible experience of bonding and unity. Going to his place and staying there was a success and after what I witnessed I felt like I wanted him closer to me in my own at home. Have him closer to his grandkids and see if I can workout this man. Because I’ve always had him on a pedestal in my mind, but never really known him as a man. Despite not only the bonds we share, but he’s invested in me financially, emotionally and otherwise. My younger brother is obviously gay. Like I said in my above posts I’ve got kids, I’m married to a woman but with bi tendencies. I’ve taken time off work the last few days to bond and socialise. But when it comes down to it. What I saw hasn’t left my head to a borderline point of infatuation in all honesty. i love how he is, him as a man. Like a brother. I’ve go a best mate who I’ve known since I was a little kid, and he’s even friends with him, he’s my age and yet my dad even has a separate friendship with him, they do the gym together, socialise together. I’ve never thought about how unusual that actually is before work. He was even my best friend’s boss at one time in his building company. They’ve got their own relationship and that’s never been lost either. The fact is, the other day I went to the gym with my dad. I struggled to even keep my eyes off his abs in the gym, even his arms, the fact he’s stronger than me and that everything he seems to do he does it with ease and a cool laidback flow of amazement. im cautious of my actions, but i told him during that session i had to get home early, i lied and said one of my kids had been called back from school due to illness. So that means he couldn’t shower. I wanted to get back to my house. My mind didn’t feel stable enough to be in a public place with him. I got back home. I went upstairs told him I was gonna change. I said to him go and have a quick shower you can come with me to pick my son up, I told him I would call the school to confirm the pickup. Obviously this was not the case. I went into my bathroom casually as dad was in the shower and told him that the school had said he’s feeling better now and a pick up isn’t necessary. Dad was amused at seeing me properly panic being a good dad, he’d not seen that side of me before, albeit it wasn’t true. it was intentional and that was the extreme to see him in the shower. He’s a confident no holds barred kind of guy. I found myself speaking to him in the bathroom , he’d opened the shower door. He was fully nude. Casually I didn’t react. I threw him a sponge said you can get back to playing with yourself in there now… he laughed, we have that kind of bloke bonding verbal language between us. He responded by saying he’d need a spare hour for that. Which I took to meaning he lasts that long, so I laughed back and went into my bedroom. i stripped off to just my boxers and waited for him to come out. He said you’re looking good son. He said to me he thought I don’t show myself off enough. i needed to be more confident around him. But for that moment the story was over. Next evening I said I’d invited my younger brother to stay over at mine with us for a bit. I said to him what do you think about having a gay son with Zach. He said he wasn’t phased and it wasn’t exactly a surprise. Subsequently, my bro came over to stay and said if he wanted to invite any mates over he could for gaming or whatever he’s into. He do, two lads, similar age to my bro barely legal and I observed my dads behaviour and watched him processing to get involved with the lads, play the games and interact with them. Cocky young twink types. Later that night. I never stopped observing. Dad went in his room. Me too. I wasn’t focused on my own kids or anything that night. I don’t know what happened within a period of 4/5 hours. I woke up at just before 5am. I got up in the hope dad would have been comfortable enough for anything. My house is smaller than his. I went to his room, was going to wake him up. He wasn’t in his room. I had a look at the room my bro was in. He was fast asleep and one of his mates in the room. i couldn’t see them or anything. Dads car was still there. i went into my sons room. In that room there’s an en suite. Despite my lads sleeping in that relatively big room. The adjoining en suite door was locked with a small light on. it’s about as big as my bathroom. The house was dark. I couldn’t try the door as I knew what was happening would stop. I got on the floor and put my head to the door. Sucking noises. My dad moaning, but not too loudly. i thought I’d text my dad at that moment see if his phone would light up the room a bit or if he would respond or stop. I just text him asking if he was awake. Asked him if he fancied the gym. His phone did light up, I heard my dad moan, I heard gagging noises. I also heard giggling. May just leave it there for now guys? Is this sharing too much? Anyone interested on anymore? Sam

But in expressing your ideas, you rely on one example that might prove your point. So yes, I give counter examples. But to fully engage with a concept, we need discussion on each one. Which I’m happy to do.

I’ve never felt so used. Met a guy in a restroom by shelter house at our local park. He immediately told me to get on my knees as he undid his belt. No small talk whatsoever. From the moment I walked in to the restroom, I had a cock in my mouth in under a minute. I started jerking him as I sucked because this wasn’t the place to take your time. I got him off in around 10 minutes and swallowed every drop. Then I got up and was going to take my pants down and he said “I’m not a fag. I don’t suck dick.” and he left!! Oddly enough I was really turned on by the whole experience so I jerked myself off and blew my nut in the toilet.

I've probably answered this before similarly: at home in NYC, in my own bed two guys took turns breeding me, then did DP so I got four loads. Before that there was play with the rim chair...I love to rim my tops before they fuck me - it gets them all riled up so they explode inside me. 🥵

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

No, did not connect. The guy had some major anger issues, was very hard to communicate with and had absolutely no patience. He's a real crackpot.

So I just got back from Palm Springs and have lots of opinions about it as a sex vacation destination spot for a cum dump pig like me. I arrived from LA on a Wednesday and decided to stay from Wed-Friday morning. I drove a rented car which cost about $70 one way for the days drive and was able to drop it off a 5 minute walk away from where I was staying. after a lot of research I decided to stay at ccbc resort. Wed-Friday before pride. It cost about $275 a night with last minute reservations for these weekdays before pride(spoiler alert: not worth it) I check in around 1 (great customer service)and the place is popping, apparently on wednesdays locals get half off day passes so it’s busier. HOWEVER, it seemed that most people stayed in the socializing/ pool area. Didn’t get to see the sex area at this time cause I still had to work. The wifi had a weak signal and I kept losing video on zoom. the rooms were clean and basic and not updated but mostly fine. Think very clean motel quality. I was bummed to learn that most of the people who were at the resort at 1pm on Wednesday left by 3:30pm. It really sucked, but the time I was ready to play which was around 5:30 most people were gone but some still lingered. I went to buy some lube, a butt plug and some poppers. I headed to Perez video which is a sex shop and the parking lot was very packed and it seemed like this place would be awesome to get some dick through some glory holes but I wasn’t ready for it. I’d have to come back. Bought what I needed but they DID NOT have poppers here. They only sold maximum impact which I was too nervous to try it. I ended up heading to another place nearby called hidden video I think, the arcade seemed more dead but couldn’t be sure but HOLY COW! They had a huge selection of poppers! finally I clean out and get on Grindr, some guy who is also staying at ccbc hits me up and I invite him to load me up first. He knocks on my door and I walk him to the bed and start slurping his cock. He starts to get close on I get on my back and tell him to pound away. He slams me for a few seconds before shooting in me. He leaves and now I am ready! I take about 10mg of edibles and start to watch porn stroke and hit the poppers like crazy. I head to the play area and see a sling, I get in. Immediately get fucked and bred by two other trolls. Then it kinda dies, I play count and mouse with some other dudes who end up fucking me and some cum and some don’t. Finally I put my blind fold on and get on the sling and get fucked but what felt like two different people but they don’t breed me 😞 I go back to my room frustrated, I leave my door open and after about 40 minutes two guys walk in. At this point I’m pretty gooned out and suck them and they are very verbal and it’s hot. As I suck one of them the other says “damn he’s so disassociated, what a sloppy fuck hole” this turned me on a lot but they still both don’t breed me. So I go back to the play room and nothing, I get fucked on the bench but some of these trolls can’t even get hard. so I decided to head to barracks which is a local gay cruising bar. And OMG there was only about three separate 10 minute windows of time I wasn’t getting actively fucked. It was underwear night and busy. I went outside and got a drink. So I am def feeling loopy now.. I head to the back wall and pull my pants down to expose my jock strap ass and immediately feel some random dick in the crowd start to pound me. I keep my eyes on the wall and space in and out and choose to never look behind me. First guy cums and the I get fucked by probably another 5 guys back to back but non of them seem to cum, I make my way deeper into the crowd and keep getting grabbed and I offer my ass to any direction I feel a grab come from and I get bred a few more time and fucked way more. This one guy pounded me for so long though that I had to take a break. just a tip for you tops out there, getting fucked is awesome but I want your load. Fuck me silly but give me ur load, most of us hate getting fucked for hours without ever getting bred. anyways, I take a break and pee and then head back, I get fucked by another guy who decides my sloppy cunt will be his to offer other dudes. For some reason this increases my holes work load and fucked back to back some more while I am leaning against a wall. By 1am the party is starting to thin out and I am not getting fucked anymore so I leave and head to ccbc, no one is around and no one in the play area. Thankfully the first guy who fucked me is back on Grindr and I invite him over for round two. he come back and pounds me longer than last time and comments on how sloppy and ruined my pussy is. And he is right, my hole was a mess, it was disgustingly wet and it def wasn’t the pretty pink hole it started off as. It basically looked like a wet shiny gash. he continues to fuck me and comments how my pussy is so disgustingly wet that he can’t feel any thing when he fucks me. This turns me on a lot. He pounds me for a long while and finally he cums in me and I am one happy faggot. I go to bed with a pussy full of loads. Thursday I wake up and I am ready to go almost immediately. I make a plan to start early and take loads at 11am, I end up heading to the play area where I get my first load and then run back to my room for a work meeting. I spent the entire work day running to the play area looking for dick and then running back to my room to take a meeting. I get fucked by about ten guys or so during the 8 hour work day but only get about 4 loads and maybe a fifth one from a repeat fucker. I wasn’t having much success with my blind fold on which I still don’t get why. same men see me with a blind food in a sling or on a bench and do nothing but then I remove the blind fold they pound me to oblivion. Got fucked on the sling but only got two loads one from this guy whose dick was so big but I felt nothing at alll because my hole was so wet and loose. Another by this fucken weirdo dude who fucked me on the bench and gave me his load while he screamed way too loud. And another regular sex bench fuck that when this guy pulled out my pussy started to involuntarily cum fart and my pussy hole was blowing raspberries with cum. then it goes dead and no luck, I thought the Thursday before pride weekend would be great but I REPEAT it is not. Upon research I stumble upon a a sex club called club 544 or something like that, I call an Uber with a pussy full of loads and when I arrive it’s a 15$ cover and the service is great. They sell poppers and water but no lube. this place was fucken awesome. I put on a blind fold and crawl into the sling and from 9-11 I feel like I am getting fucked back to back from people I will never remember, don’t know how many of them came or how many fucked me. There was on guy who asked me if he could cum in me before he shot his load which I thought was nice but also silly since the state of my pussy was basically an open wound. Another guys asked if I took loads and then said he didn’t care and he pulled into me when he shot. Another guys dick was so big that when he pulled out my ass did a small rose bud and so much cum came shooting out. Got fucked a few more times but I had to go hunt for it since the sling died down. Got fucked in the glory hole about 5 time and a few more times out in some dark corners. It was actually busier than when I got in but seemed like mostly other bottoms. So I was getting laid a lot less. I got fucked one more time by a guy who didn’t cum and I left. Ordered Jack in the box and went to sleep with an ass full of loads which I regretted the next day. Still haven’t came so I am still worked up and gonna try to take more loads in San Diego. in short, only go to PS Friday-Sunday. Ebene the Wednesday day pass at ccbc isn’t enough if you’re looking for pig sex. pereze video seems promising for arcade glory hole action but they don’t sell poppers. hidden video sells every kind of poppers imaginable. ccbc is more expensive than it’s worth. Barracks is great to get fucked by a bunch of drunks but your standards have to be low which mine are. However getting fucked for hours while standing slightly bent against wall is exhausting. my advice to myself next time I go is to stay at the motel 6 near tool shed, it’s close to everything and tool shed and club 544 and way cheaper

Love rimming and also cleaning cocks that have been up an arse!

Two nights ago. I met up with a guy i partied with before at this guys Playroom. He wanted a 1on1 with me at his place. So I got there and met him at the door he said just wanted us to play together sober. I said its OK as he pulled me in. He said his friend is here and wanted to play also after hearing about the stories he heard about the Playroom. He friend walked to us and said get him naked. So I got stripped at the door as his friend turned me around to grab my ass. He said I want this ass. I said take it as I got pulled to a bedroom. I got pushed on the bed and and felt my hips pulled up as my ass got rimmed for a while. The other got by my head sat leggs spread and had me suck his as I was getting rimmed. Its one of my favorite position. I sucked this nice shaft as i handled his balls tight. I felt a tongue going deep in my ass then nibbling my hole. Yes definitely hot. Then as he started to spit on my hole he got up and felt his cock at my hole i said fuck my hole! He said yea as he pushed in deep. Felt every inch and vein as it slowly pushed in. I laid my head on the crouch of the other guy just moaning. He got in deep and started the thurst harder and harder. I heard him say yes its a nice ass as you told me. Then pounded me for sometime tillnhe started to moan then say take this fuck load as he growled and pushed in deep to stop moving. As he pulled out the other got off and switched. He pushed in fast and pumped fast. He lasted only a few minutes then he blew a load. He pulled out flipped me over and sucked me till I blew a load. We got up and went to the living room to sit. We sat there talking about the parties were were at and I started craving cock so I started to suck the hosts cock for some time till he got hard and I turned around and sat on him. I bounce around till I got another load. I got up and had to go to the bathroom to clean i was dripping bad. I walked out as they were dressing I got dressed and said my goodbyes and left

Loooove Men Who Don't Take 'No' for an answer once things get started💖💖💖

Getting Away, Part 13 Matt, Jay and Paul all talk about their outfits for the pool. As they are doing so, the guys are changing their clothes a few times. Saturday is the busiest day of the weekend. The schedule of events shows that the afternoon dance, and the party tonight happen at the other end of the park, but the golf cart contest and bbq happen near their cabin. It feels like the boys are going to be all over the park today. But, then everything calms down when Jay and Matt decide they will do an outfit change right before the dance. The two boys decide the theme for the afternoon is “pool hottie”. Jay and Matt devolve into a conversation so stupid that Paul just watches and laughs. Paul looks at the results of the 20 minutes of outfit changes, bare asses, floppy cocks, discarded bathing suits and tops and is turned on. Matt is in one of Jay’s tightest speedos, stripped diagonally toward his crotch and hole and a football jersey (produced miraculously from a backpack). Jay is wearing Matt’s white speedos and a tight, white, threadbare tank top. Paul wants to fuck them both again right now. He says, “You guys are ‘sex on legs’. Let’s go before I fuck you.” Hauling the coolers full of food and drinks, the guys make their way to the pool area. Everyone they see on the way is really friendly and chatty. The boys arrive and deposit themselves at a set of chairs between the sun deck and the food area. It’s also near the bears that Matt and Paul met Friday. Drinks are poured. Greetings made. Matt and Jay appropriately ogled. Laughter ensues. Matt waves at Richard who is sitting with one of the female DJs. Richard waves Matt over. Matt scampers over to say hi. Richard asks Matt to sit and asks the DJ to give them a minute. Matt feels the bottom drop out of his stomach…..he knew it. He’s about to get thrown out for being a whore. His whole weekend ruined. And after such a perfect morning with Paul. Paul is going to be so embarrassed. Richard says he heard about last night’s activities and asks if Matt is ok. Matt is guarded with his answer. He is really starting to like this place and doesn’t want to get banned or something. Richard leans in and touches Matt’s arm gently and says, “I mean it. Are you ok? I know you are a sexually free spirit, but…………I mean are you physically and emotionally ok? It’s not often that a 20something twink runs a train in the grass here.” Richard, a bit pensive says, “Well, not anymore. Ten, fifteen years ago that was a Friday night activity. But, are you ok?” Suddenly, in a way that surprises Matt as much as Richard and the DJ who is a few feet away, a flood breaks in Matt. It’s like all his emotions over the last few weeks come flooding out of Matt. The disappointment, Travis, the cop, Paul, embarrassment, love, resentment, fear, distrust, kindness, the safety and acceptance he feels in this place. Matt isn’t loud but his tone and body language bring the DJ back over to sit protectively by Matt. Richard doesn’t move his hand from Matt’s forearm even though he feels as though he should protect himself from this emotional onslaught. Richard and the DJ let Matt finish. He looks whipped and exhausted and flushed. He takes a drink of his cocktail and looks up apologetically at the two older faces looking at him. Matt apologizes for his outburst, blushes deeply, and goes to leave. Just then the purple haired DJ says, “Sit down.” She looks at Richard, who nods knowingly, and says “Boy. You have had a shitty few months. I mean what the fuck. What. The. Fuck.” What ensues is a conversation that Matt desperately needs. For almost 30 minutes, Matt listens and talks and answers questions and listens as two people ply him with reassurance and wisdom. Matt, realizing he is no longer about to be banned for his behavior, feels his mood lighten. As Matt is reassured that he hasn’t truly deserved all the things happening to him, but he should enjoy the good that came from it; Matt’s spirit lifts. Almost on cue, Paul arrives with a refill and a knowing look. Richard invites him to sit. And the conversation comes around to one topic on Matt’s mind – bottoms and tops in the gay community. It makes him so crazy. Bottoms are sluts and Tops are studs, etc., etc. Bottoms are weak. Bottoms want to be women. Richard and the DJ look at Matt as he exudes charm even as he bemoans discriminatory behavior in the gay community. A camaraderie builds among the four of them which attracts others to settle in among them and causing a larger conversation about these issues. Meanwhile around the camp….. Two of the bears Matt and Paul shared burgers with on their first day at camp are re-enacting Snake and Matt’s tryst in the storage cabin with two of Jay’s friends. One is riding bareback and the other is taking it with a condom. The twinks are boyfriends but decided to “be open” this weekend. The one taking it raw is usually the top. His boyfriend is hearing him beg the guy fucking him to cum inside. The bear fucking the guy who usually bottoms says, “Can I take off this rubber and fuck you?” The twink says, “Do it.” Minutes later both twinks have cum on the floor of the cabin and been filled with cum from a man they just met. Jamie, the safe sex bottom twink with the big cock who studiously reminded Matt about condoms last night while fucking him in the field bareback, is driving his bare baseball bat of a cock into one of his friends. High Dude had just been lecturing all of them and calling Jamie a slut for barebacking about 30 minutes ago. After High Dude stormed off in a rage; this friend told Jamie he doesn’t always play safe and likes it bareback. It didn’t take long for Jamie to be convinced to drop his speedo on the ground for a quick blow job. That blowjob graduated to the friend riding Jamie bareback. Now Jamie is preparing to cum inside his friend’s ass. “July bottom” is living up to his reputation. After a morning spent decorating his friends golf cart, he is now in his bed in the trailer getting fucked by his friends who watched him fuck Matt through the window. He’s taking it bareback from both guys. The condoms still in their package, unused, on the windowsill above the bed. He wants both their loads and hopes they won’t pull out. But he is conflicted about whether to ask for the loads. Rugy and the German have discovered their shared enthusiasm for group sex and “turning out” bottoms. They are high fiving each other as they are spit roasting a “top” in his trailer as his oblivious boyfriend is hanging out with their friends decorating a cart for the parade. The oblivious boyfriend left his boyfriend alone with the other guys knowing nothing would happen because they are all tops. He’s even more unconcerned if his boyfriend did end up fucking either of those bigger guys because his boyfriend would definitely play safe. They've been using condoms since his "top" boyfriend had an “HIV scare” after cheating one night and the ”condom broke.” The condoms were indeed still in the box in a plastic pharmacy bag when "the bottom boyfriend" returned to the trailer. And his freshly showered boyfriend was happy to see him and slid his cock inside as soon as he got back. First time he was getting the bare dick since the "HIV scare." What the unsuspecting boyfriend didn’t know was he was being bred for the first time in months by his “all top boyfriend” while he carried two loads in his own ass left there by Rugby and the German. John was in the shower watching as an older man gently pushed a twink to his knees who greedily started sucking the older man’s cock. John leaned back against the wall stroking his cock as the twink swallowed load after load from different men who came in to use the bathroom. John, turned on watching the twink do what he’d done a few times before, came on the floor. The two men who’d fucked John in their trailer just a few hours ago debated about whether to tell John that they were on the triple cocktail. The bottom hadn’t asked. Neither of them had fucked another man bareback since they had tested positive and started their meds. And both guys had recently had their tests come back with undetectable viral loads before they came on this weekend getaway. There is a huge stigma to telling guys you are positive, even though you are undetectable. In the end they decided against it because the bottom had offered his ass bareback, let one guy continue to fuck him bareback, asked the guy if he wanted to cum inside him bareback, and then let the other man do the same thing. Even though they both felt a bit of guilt about it, this particular “safe sex only” bottom made a lot of choices. Jay was in the pool bathroom getting his ass plowed by a guy he’d just met 20 minutes ago. The man fucking Jay had condoms in the pocket of his shorts but none of them was on his fat cock. Jay had been sucking his cock when he looked up and offered, while still holding the cock he'd been sucking, if he wanted to “try to put it in.” The man's fat dick slide home easily and the twink moaned. A few minutes later, in the pool bathroom stall, Jay took a load in his ass from a man he didn’t know and would never see again. And High Dude was pissed off again. He was smoking weed with a couple dudes who seemed into him. He thought he was going to get some more ass, but they’d just walked away from him. Maybe High Dude shouldn’t have been bitching about slutty bottoms and talking poorly about his friend Jay. One of the guys said, “Dude that isn’t cool,” before they walked off. Well, he thinks, “Fuck those guys. Maybe I’ll take my buzz to the pool.

The local bathhouse before it shut down had an accessible garbage dumpster from the back parking lot. On my way to work on a Monday morning, while still dark outside and no cars in parking lot, I’d pull up and grab some sacks of garbage from it and rummage through to find lots of used condoms still full of cum. The most I found one time was thirty. I poured the cum out into a container and the. Used a large syringe to push it deep inside my hungry hole while using a big toy to fuck it deep inside me.

Author note: Sorry guys, I wasn't happy with this chapter so I rewrote it a few times. It's also long so I broke it into 3 parts. Chris, Part 1 Matt met Chris on AOL. Chris was a law student living about 100 miles away. Chris was really hot – 5’7”, muscular, small waist, and smart – worked out all the time. Matt was amazed that Chris was interested in him. Matt was typing away in their chat, flirting, and trying to get Chris to send pics. Chris refused to send any x pics, but said he would chat with Matt on cam. Matt did not have a webcam. He thought they were expensive. More than that, Matt knew he would really get into the cyber sex he was having if he was showing off. After all, while Matt had self-confidence issues, he knew he was a sexy, young twink that got fucked regularly. Matt knew he would want to show guys his ass as he begged then to fuck him in cyber sex sessions. Matt was afraid it would go that far. He didn’t want those videos getting around. Chris and Matt kept chatting. Matt found himself disappointed when Chris was not online at night. Chris was a law student. Matt knew he read and studied a lot. More disappointing was that Chris didn’t want to have cyber sex with Matt. But he lived almost 90 minutes away. Matt didn’t want to travel 90 minutes to see Chris after work and then 90 minutes to come home. Chris popped on one night and while they chatted, Chris turned on his cam. Matt could see Chris. He looked a bit nerdier than Matt expected and had a small stutter, but Chris was so sexy. Chris was shirtless during their chat. Matt’s cock got hard. He thought Chris might show off for him. Instead, Chris said he wanted Matt’s address so he could send him a gift – a webcam – so they could chat. Matt agreed and, against his better judgment, gave this relative stranger his address. Matt was nervous for a few days, half expecting a murderer or rapist to show up. Instead, the webcam showed up and Matt hooked it up to his computer. Matt sent Chris an email saying he received it and had set it up. Chris said he wanted to chat that night at 11pm. It was 7pm so Matt went for a run and was home by 8pm. Matt was horny. He got online and started a sexy cyber sex session with a guy – Matt was stripped down to only his briefs. He slipped them off when he was chatting with the dude. Matt was quickly riding the guy’s dick in their chat and the guy was saying he was close to cumming. Matt typed “cum in my ass” to the guy. Just then a screen from Chris popped up and Matt opened it and without knowing he was opening his camera – Chris’s face popped up. Matt also saw his own screen slightly smaller showing his naked body. Matt quickly turned his chair away. He was so embarrassed that Chris had seen him naked. Chris laughed and said, “Guess I caught you by surprise. Sorry I am early. I was excited to see you online.” Matt said hi and apologized. Chris convinced Matt to turn around to let him see again. Chris showed Matt his fat, short cock in return. Matt said, “I want you to fuck me.” Chris said, “Come visit and I will.” Matt stroked his cock and said, “I will this weekend if you want.” Chris said, “Bring condoms and lube because I’ll be fucking your sexy ass so much that we are going to need them.” Matt jokingly said, “Don’t you have any?” Chris responded, “I do but you are so sexy we are going to run out.” Matt said, “What’ll we do if we run out?” Chris said, “Guess we will find out.” Matt and Chris laughed and flirted for another 20 minutes. The boys made plans to see each other that weekend. Matt was in the car headed to Chris on Friday evening. He arrived in time for dinner. He rang the doorbell in a tight t-shirt, tight jeans, and a baseball cap. A guy answered the door who was not Chris. Matt was surprised. The guy introduced himself as Chris’ roommate. He was tall, handsome, dark curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a sexy athletic body. From behind the sexy guy, Chris bounded toward Matt and the door. Chris said, “I’m glad you came.” Chris pulled Matt into a hug. Matt enjoyed feeling the shorter, muscular body against him. Chris and Matt had dinner, returned to the apartment, watched a movie with the roommate and then went to bed. Matt showered and then Chris showered. Matt was in his briefs when Chris came to bed. Matt and Chris talked awkwardly as Chris turned out the lights and Chris got in bed naked. Chris and Matt kissed and then Matt felt Chris’ hands pulling his briefs off. Chris got on top of Matt and kept kissing him. Their bodies pressed together as Chris pressed his hard cock into Matt’s cock and rubbed them together. They rolled around and made out. Then Matt grabbed Chris’ cock and stroked it. Matt went down on it and sucked Chris. Chris leaned back and let Matt work his cock with his mouth. Chris moaned as Matt worked his cock. Chris wanted to work Matt’s ass so Matt and Chris worked into an awkward 69 and Chris started eating Matt’s hole. Matt and Chris kept this up until Chris had pushed Matt too far from his cock. Chris was now fingering and tongue fucking Matt’s ass expertly – far better than this shy guy should know how to do. Matt was in awe of how good this felt. Matt told Chris that he was making him feel amazing. Chris flipped Matt onto his back, head on the pillows, lifted Matt’s legs and dove back into his hole. Matt gasped. He was getting so wet and felt so open with his legs spread wide. Matt obliged Chris by holding his legs open in a wide V. Chris said, “Just like that. Let me inside you.” Chris kept eating Matt’s hole and then would finger him some more. Alternating his tongue and fingers, Chris had Matt open so he was taking 4 fingers. Matt felt full with the fingers, then empty when they were withdrawn, then wet and moaning when the tongue was re-inserted. Matt was sure he was wide open now. Chris came up and kissed Matt. Matt’s legs were still spread. Matt felt Chris strong back. It felt so good. Matt’s tall, slim, runner’s frame felt engulfed by Chris’ muscular body. Matt and Chris were intensely making out. Chris hard cock was pressed on Matt’s ass. Matt knew it was there. Matt adjusted slightly, hoping the cock would slide in him. Then, just at it had with “geek-chic” the first night Matt had taken it bareback, Chris bare cock slipped in Matt’s unprotected ass. Matt moaned and grabbed Chris’ muscular ass pulling him inside deeper. Chris pushed his cock all the way inside Matt. Chris moaned, “Fuck. Should I pull out? I’m not wearing a condom.” Matt said, “Not unless you want to.” Chris proceeded to fuck Matt for a few minutes and then said, “I’m cumming in you.” Chris rolled off Matt and said, “That was great.” Chris then sucked Matt off, didn’t swallow, and the boys fell asleep.

I've done atm a few times and I love it.. I'm a total slut for big dick so if I'm lucky enough to find a hung bb top I BEG to suck his cock after he unloads in my hole. I have a fb with an incredibly thick cock and he prefers to fuck my mouth for at least an hour but sometimes he flips me over and pushes that big cock into my hole making me scream and moan, then he pulls out and I put my mouth back in his alpha cock, savoring all the new tastes and smells as he calls me a dirty faggot

Lito Cruz or B J Slater. At the same time would be really hot.