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I’m Brandon and I cant believe the night I just had. I would never in a million years would have thought that I’d get caught with my boyfriend by my step dad. I never thought that what came after that would happen to me but it did. It’s still a bit foggy to me but I’ll try to recall it as best as I can. This evening started off chill as fuck. My mom was out of town for the weekend and my stepdad Nick was going to be out for the night. I had invited my best friend Jan over to hang out and stay the night. My family did not know he was my boyfriend; although they might suspect since we are pretty much joined at the hip. Since we had the house to ourselves, we were taking the opportunity to take our relationship to the next level. We’d sucked each other off a couple times but tonight I wanted him to pop my cherry. Everything was going alright. Just the right amount of awkwardness for a first time. I sucked off him 6 inch cut dick and he sucked on my 7 inch cut dick. He had just turned my over and started to eat my hole out when my room door opened. We both turned to see my stepdad standing in the doorway. He was standing there speechless. Jan and I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. It took us a moment before we realized we were butt naked and dashed for our respective piles of clothes. I couldn’t find my underwear and just pulled up my mesh shorts when my stepdad broke the silence. N: I think Jan should probably head home. You can see him out and then come find me in the basement. Jan and I practically ran to the front door. I kissed him goodbye as he wished me good awkward talk with my stepdad. We both chuckled. I shut the door. I paused for a moment before going to the basement. I had just thrown on my shorts, everything else was still on my bedroom floor. I better not keep my stepdad waiting. As I walked toward the basement steps, I paused. I had never been allowed to go into the basement. It was officially a “love resort” for my mom and Nick. I was really curious to see it afterall. As I reached the door at the bottom of the stairs, I knocked and waited for the reply. Nick called me in. I opened the door and was shocked to see that it was a master bedroom of sorts in the basement. A huge bed with a long ottoman in front of it. Nick was sitting on the ottoman and gestured for me to join him right next to wear he was seated. As I walked up my eyes wandered and caught sight of a sex sling. This was the first time I had really thought of my mom and Nick fucking in the house. The thought lingered and would not go away. I wasn’t one of those gay boys that were disgusted with the thought of women. They just didn’t do anything for me in that way. A second thought of good for my mom replaced the first thought. It was good that she had a healthy sex life, afterall, I was trying to have the same. I sat next to Nick and the air filled with awkward silence for a moment. It was Nick that broke the silence. N: Well that just happened. We both had a laugh at that. Nick pulled up 2 glasses from the floor. It looked dark with carbonation like a soda. I took the peace-offering and took a gulp. It had a … lets say interesting taste. Nick said it was a rum and coke. I had never drank alcohol so I just assumed that he was right. N: An adult drink for 2 adults talking about adult things. This caught me off guard a moment. I had just turned 18 a week prior and was not used to thinking of myself as an adult quite yet. I took another gulp of my drink. Nick did his best to disarm the situation by making some small talk but there was something in the atmosphere that wouldn’t go away. Finally after some time I got direct. B: Are you going to tell my mom about what you saw me and Jan doing? N: I don’t know. Are you going to tell your mom what you and Jan were doing? B: Fuck no. My mom and I are close but not that close. She doesn’t need to know when I’ve sucked a dick or got a tongue up my ass. As the words escaped my mouth I was taken back by my directness. I was felling more comfortable by the minute and had no clue as to why. Yes, warm and comfortable. I was actually starting to get warm to wear I was glad I was shirtless. I started to fan myself with my hand. This caught the attention of Nick. N: yes, I think its getting warm down here too. Nick pulls off his shirt revealing a man’s chest. I usually liked smoother guys but I was digging Nicks chest hair. And then I caught myself staring down his happy trail to a nice latino bulge. I shot my gaze up and hoped he didn’t catch me checking out his goods. He continued talking like nothing had happened. I was releaved. N: To answer your question, no. I will not tell your mom I caught you in an intimate moment with your “friend”. He smirked and the sight of him smirking made my dick twitch a bit. N: I have a late birthday gift for you. I know you are a pot smoker but I have some stuff that me and your mom like to smoke from time to time. I think it would be the perfect bonding experience for us. Nick pulled out a bubbler with a round bulb at the end. It had a white residue in the bulb but other than that, it looked like a regular weed bubbler. He held it out for me to put my mouth on. I was totally taken back by this development but did not want to get on his bad side so I put my mouth up to the mouth piece. A flick of a lighter and I was taking my first hit of whatever this was. He told me to hold the smoke in for 3 to 5 seconds. When I finally released I blew out a small cloud. Whatever this was, it was definitely not weed. Nick motioned for me to take another hit so I obliged and took a bigger hit. A second cloud escaped my mouth. I got light headed but in a good way. B: wow, what’s that stuff? N: oh this is just a bit of Tina. I can tell you like it. Just like your mom. Feels way better than weed right? B: Yeah, way better. Can I take another hit? N: Go ahead and finish the bowl. Nick pulled out a torch and this time continued to bob the flame on the bulb. This allowed me to take bigger hits. 3 or 4 huge clouds later, the bowl was done and I was feeling great. N: Good, now that you’re feeling good, we can really talk. I just want to make sure you know what you and your friend are doing or what you are trying to do. I assume that since you talked about dick you have already sucked him off. I nodded silently. N: Has he sucked you off? I nodded silently. N: He was tongue deep in your hole, eating like he was hungry. Did he make that pussy wet? Without thinking I blurted out – B: oh you have no idea. It felt great. Nick just smiled and reached down and grabbed his dick through his shorts. I looked down and was watching it grow slightly. N: Well son, with an answer like that you have me wondering. Just how wet did your pussy get? I was in love with how he was talking about my hole. My dick was hard. Wait, I look down and no I’m pretty soft. Im felling horny but my dick is just there. I’m confused. Nick sees my confusion and refills the bubbler. He takes his hit and melts the tina in the bulb. He lets out a huge cloud. He challenges me to make a bigger cloud. I take the challenge. He lights the bulb with the torch again for me and I rip a good size cloud. It wasn’t as big as his but big. I look over at him and can read his face. I see disappointment in his face. I want to make him proud. I need to make him proud. I ask him to light me up again. This time, a huge cloud escapes my mouth and I get that hazy horny feeling hit me again. I look over at him and he smiles at me approvingly. Again my dick twitches the way only a soft tina dick can. I cant see it but a small drop of precum leaks from my dick through my shorts making a wet spot. I become transfixed on the growing bulge in Nick’s shorts. Nick is standing before me and his dick is growing down the side of the shorts and almost past the material. He moves slightly and the tip of his head is visible for a moment. He takes a huge hit while I’m staring and I don’t see him get right in my face and locks lips with me. I open my mouth instinctually and he blows the cloud into my lungs. His lips close down and we make out for a moment. We break from our kiss and I feel his hands roaming my body. His hands tweak my nipples and I moan. He breaks the moan with another kiss. As we make out, his hands travel down and one hand stops on my soft dick. His touch is electric and I can tell im leaking precum but am amazed that im soft as can be. His other hand ventures behind me and squeezes my perfectly round teen ass. The hand that is playing with my dick is covered in precum. He lifts it up and rubs in on my face, my lip. He licked up the sticky precum with his tongue in the most sexiest lick ever. He pushes me down to my knees. I’m face to face with his dick straining to get free. N: Is Jan’s dick cut like yours? B: yes, he’s cut. N: have you ever seen one that isn’t cut? B: Not yet As if on queue, he slides his shorts off and his dick springs free and smacks my cheek. I stare at it. I’ve never seen a man with foreskin before. I don’t know what to make of it. I reach up, brab the thick piece of meat and pull the foreskin back. It looks just like mine with the skin pulled back. I release it and his foreskin rolls forward covering his head again. N: Lick it. You know you want to. Taste me. I open up and surround his head with my mouth. His precum flavor is different than Jan’s. it’s hard to explain. Jan’s is almost sweeter but Nick’s taste amazing. I tongue his foreskin and flick it back and forth in my mouth. This makes him throb in my mouth. I pull my mouth away. I pull his skin back and take it back in my mouth. It slides all the way into my mouth and touches the back of my throat. I pause for a moment. That’s usually as far as Jan gets but Nick has more dick to work with. I pull off it a moment and take it back in my throat. Nick moans as it sinks further into my throat. N: oh damn boy. You suck just like your whore mom. Better once you get used it. Nick pulls away and leaves me without his dick for a moment. He refills his bubbler and returns. His dick is pointing directly at me. level with my mouth begging for me to suck on it. He hits the bubbler and squats down. He blows the cloud in my face. N: that’s a good little cloud whore. Now take your hit and like I blew out on you, blow out on my dick. He torches the bowel and I get a good hit. I hold it a moment, getting lightheaded and then lean forward and open my mouth. I start to blow the cloud out and Nick slams his dick in my mouth. It happens so quickly, I can barely catch myself enough to blow the cloud out threw my nose. N: Again. He lights the bowel with the torch, I take my big hit and again he rams his dick in my mouth. This time he keeps fucking my throat. I feel his balls slapping my chin. N: Has Jan ever fucked your throat like this? I cant speak with his dick in my throat but I shake my head slightly from side to side. N: Stand up. Time to show me how wet your boyfriend got your pussy. He pulls his dick out of my mouth and a line of drool leaks from his head to my mouth. I stand up and Nick slaps my left ass cheek. I cant see it but I can feel a hand print against my soft complected skin. He leads to the bed and throws me against it. N: Oh your back. Show me that hole. I lean back against the bed and jump up on it. I keep going until my ass is just hanging off the edge of it. I pull my legs up to my chest and grab my ankles. I know this position well. It’s my favorite for Jan to eat my hole. I hope that’s what is going to happen. Nick walks off and comes back with a couple of things in his hands. He places the items next to me on the bed. He pushes his finger against my hole and Jan’s spit is still there. The finger slides in easily. I moan out loud. N: Mmmm. That feel good? You ever been opened up with some fingers? I shake my head in an affirmative. Jan has ever only put 2 fingers in me at a time. But that wasn’t the question asked. I kept that to myself hoping I would get more in me. N: Are you still a virgin? Is this a virgin hole? Before I can answer, he pulls his dickhead to the opening of my hole and circles my hole. He rubs his head right at the entrance and makes me moan so loudly I feel like they heard me outside. He doesn’t push it in, just teases my hole. In between my moaning, I say B: yes, I’m a virgin. Please fuck me. Take my cherry. I need dick in my hole so bad. Fill me with your daddy cum. Nick gets down on his knees and I get sad for a moment. That’s until his tongue starts probing my hole. He’s eating my pussy. 10 times better than when Jan was doing it. I’m moaning so much, I’m drooling. Nick pushes his finger inside me. he eats some more. More saliva fills my hole. A second finger dives in. I’m loving it. When he adds a third finger, I start to really feel my hole stretch but I’m all in at this point. I’m loving it. I look over at the head between my legs and release my ankles. My legs wrap around Nick’s head. He pulls away from my wet hole and pushes my legs back up to my chest. He holds them in place until I take over by grabbing my ankles again. I’m in love with the way his hands feel against my thighs. He touches my inner thigh down to my hole and dips his fingers back in me. I can feel three fingers stretching my hole open again. He pulls out his fingers and lets my hole tighten up again. He reaches over to the items at my side. I look down from my perspective and see that he is grabbing a needleless syringe filled with a liquid. He inserts the syringe into my hole and pushes the contents into me. It starts to make my hole get warm, burn a bit. I flinch as the slight discomfort. I ask him what he just put up in me. N: oh don’t worry baby. I just filled you with a big shot of my cum from my last pnp session. And a ton of crushed up T mixed into my cum. I just wanted to have my load be the first inside of you incase you cant take my big dick. But I think you’ll take it like a champ, no problem. The warming of my hole is making it even more hungry for something inside of it. I start to beg him to put his fingers back in me. N: Hold up little one. He pulls up another syringe filled like the previous. Nick pushes it up in my hole and pushes the liquid up in me. The now familiar warming feeling is welcomed and I once again start to beg him to fill my pussy. B: Was that more cum for me? N: Yup another T load to help prepare you. Nick pulls the syringe out and starts to finger the opening of my hole but just the opening. I start to push back against his finger, trying to get it deeper inside of me. He reaches for a bottle of lube beside of me and lathers his dick. I start to squirm in anticipation. He pulls his body up against mine. He rests my legs on his shoulders. His dickhead touches my hole. N: What do you want son? B: I want your big daddy dick in my hole. I need you to fuck me and fill me with your babies. N: You sure? He asks as he pushes forward to that my hole stretches around his head. B: Yes, now. I need it now. Nick smiles and then lets his body weight fall against my body. His dick sinks into my hole and stretches me around his girthy dick. He lowers himself slowly without stopping. I whimper as his dick penetrates me inch by inch. My hole feels like its on fire with a tree being pushed up inside of me. I dare not ask him to stop. I feel like im about to pass out from the intensity coming from my pussy, the pain. That’s when I feel him bottom out. His balls touch my ass and he leaves the length of his dick inside me. Nick stays in that position. I know he is being generous and letting me get used to the monster dick that has invaded my virgin hole. He leans forward and we start to make out. This helps me relax a moment and my pussy unclenches. Nick feels this and immediately pulls almost the entire length out and slams it all back inside of me. I feel like the wind has been kicked out of me. I cant breath. He holds his position until I start to gasp for air. I make a whimper sound and mumble OMG. Once Nick hears this, he pulls back and slams forward again. This time he continues and starts long dicking me. My body doesn’t know what to do with itself. I feel it trying to fight the invading meat but begging for more of the anal assault. I’m moaning like a good little whore for my stepdad. N: Yes, make your noises baby. Just like your mom. She loves this big dick just as much as you do. Its this statement that lifts the mental drugged up fog a bit and the full weight of what is happening hits me. I’m getting fucked. I’m getting fucked hard. I’m getting fucked hard by my stepdad. I’m taking the same dick as my mom gets. I wonder why she ever leaves the house when she could stay home and get fucked like this all day, everyday. I’m falling in love with my stepdad. With every thrust I’m becoming more and more his little whore. He’s making my body tremble with his meat invading my pussy. Making my body ache with lust. I don’t know how long he lasts fucking me like that. It felt like hours. But eventually he pulled my legs down and I folded them around his waist, pulling him in closer to my body. He stopped long dicking me and just rocked back and forth with it completely inside me. This position made me feel so close to him. When he tired of being romantic. He pulled out and turned me over flat on my stomach. Nick spit on my hole and lined his dick back up with my pussy. He thrusted inside me. He was able to get a good piston fuck going for a few minutes. He pulled me up by the waist and pushed inside me doggie style. His hands roamed my back, pushing my top half down into the bed. My face was smashed into the bed as Nick smashed my hole. I was in heaven. When he tired of that position, he turned me back over and fucked me missionary. This evidently put his dick in just the right angle to hit my prostate and he made me cum like a good little whore. I was so confused how I was only half hard and came without touching myself. It was all him making me feel so good. Watching me cum all over myself must have been what he was waiting for because to really picked up the pace after that. His body slapping against mine could be heard echoing in the room. N: I’m gonna cum. Take my load you gay little whore. Nick slammed into me three more times before staying inside me while he shot his thick load inside me. I could feel the warmth of his cum coat my insides. When he pulled out, I felt the load start to leak from my open hole. It just leaked onto the bed. I couldn’t clench my hole shut. I looked at him and said I was sorry. N: that’s okay. A sloppy hole sometimes does that. It’s okay. You’re gonna get at least one more load from me and one more from our guest once he arrives. I look at him questioning what he meant. N: oh don’t worry. It’s not a stranger and you’ve already taken a load from him. It was the second shot of cum I lubed you up with. The thought of having some strangers cum inside me both scared and excited me. I was at a loss for words. B: Who’s cumming over? Who’s cum is inside of me? N: oh don’t worry baby. It’s not a stranger. Your boyfriend Jan’s dad is breaking him in right now like I’m breaking you in. He and I always PNP when the girls are away. They’ll be over in a little while and then the real fun can start. So now I have just jumped in and out of the shower. Cleaned off the sweat and cum so I can look presentable for my boyfriend and his dad to come over for more fuck fun.

Chapter 12 —— Buck ——— It was 9:00 pm and we had been in bed for the last seven hours or so. Jacob and I had been alternating between fucking and cuddling. Only breaking for to pee and to grab more water from the kitchen. I fear I have created a monster and I am loving every minute of it. After depositing 4 loads deep in his perviously virgin hole I don’t think there is a question he will be getting his tattoo soon. He will also be sore and tender the next few days. I tried to convince him to stop after our second round but he wouldn’t hear of it. “Ok boy, we need to get out of this bed and eat something. You have seriously depleted me!” I told him as I leaned over to where he was beside me curdled up against my ribs and kissed his head. ”Ok, I guess we could go eat then go to the hot tub to fuck!” He said with a devilish gleam in his eyes. “We can ger in the hot tub after dinner, but just kissing and cuddling. My balls are dry. Let’s grab a quick shower to wash the sex off then we can go make something real quick.” I said getting up from the bed and offering him my hand to help him up out of the bed. We walked to the master bath where I turned on the shower to let it get nice and hot. We got in and rinsed off helping each other get those hard to reach parts. Amazingly Jacob got rock hard again. My own dick plumped to half hard but then it waived the white flag and went down. Ah, the blessings of youth. We got out and dried off. Since it was just us we decided to stay naked. I had made sub sandwiches and added chips to the plate along with a glass of sweet tea. We took it to the kitchen nook and sat eating and talking. I checked in with how Jacob was feeling now that we were no longer in our bed of lust. He really liked bottoming, loved the feeling of skin on skin, and said he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of cum filling his hole. He admitted he was sore and may have overdone it. We agreed we’d give him a few days to recover before we’d have sex again. He also said he was really excited about the possibility of becoming one of the Scorpion Boys and was hopeful he got it tonight. He inquired about the tattoo, who did them, and we discussed the possibilities of where he wanted his after he tested poz. Once we’d finished eating and I knew he was good with everything that went on we went out back and climbed into the hot tub. We sat next to eachother with my arm wrapped around him. Talking some but mostly just enjoying the hot water and bubbles while watching the beautiful night. Around midnight we decided it was time to go to bed. I offered for him to stay the night but Jacob wanted go back at his apartment. Said he’d be to tempted to ride me in my sleep if we shared a bed. I laughed at that. He was really a good boy. Smart, funny, sexy, the whole package really. Back in the house Jacob got dressed and we hugged and kissed goodbye. I watched out the front window as he walked across the street to his apartment and I saw his light come on. I got ready for bed and laid down. Jacob was as good of a fuck as I thought he’d be. Plus he was a really good person. I was happy he’d be joining the scorpion boys. I hoped that he be around for a good long while. ——- Jacob ——— I woke up in bed with the warm sun filtering in through the window. I went to roll over and felt the soreness in my ass. That woke me up and gave me a boner at the same time. Yesterday Buck and I spent hours with his big raw poz dick in my formerly virgin ass. Now also probably formerly negative ass. I begged for his toxic cum all 4 times he was ready to breed me. Boy did he breed me. He flooded my hole super deep. I loved the feel of it as his seed coated my insides. It was a feeling I wanted to experience the rest of my life and as often as I could! I still wanted to try topping at some point, maybe I’d be vers. Especially if fucking a hole felt as good as getting fucked. But, I doubted it would and that at most I’d be a vers bottom boy. I picked up my phone and looked at the time and realized it was later than I thought. I wouldn’t be late for work, but I didn’t have any time to spare. I jumped in the shower to rinsed off and brushed my teeth and all that stuff. I went to the kitchen filling my travel coffee mug as my bagel browned in the toaster I had bought just a few days ago. As I was finishing putting the cream cheese on my bagel I heard my phone go off letting me know I had a text message. I grabbed it from my back pocket and it was a message from Ant saying to come outside for a surprise. My curiosity was peaked, so I grabbed a paper towel and put my breakfast on it. I carried it and my travel mug out to see what this “surprise” was. I had eaten most of my bagel by the time I got out and around the house to the front yard. Ant and Trev were standing around a red late model sedan with a third man I didn’t know. They had the hood of the car up and were looking through it. “Hey guys what’s going on? Did someone break down? Should I call like AAA or someone?” I asked as I got within talking distance. “Hey Jac, this is Ant’s cousin Mark. He told Ant he was selling a car and wanted to know if anyone was interested. Ant thought of you.” Trev said as he came up to me and gave me a side hug. “Yea, my grandma, not the one me and Ant share the other one, owned it till she passed. I got it after and really I don’t need it. It’s a good car. It’s 12 years old but only has 50 thousand miles on it. All back and forth to the church or the store.” He said as he and Ant walked up to me. He shook my hand, “I am Mark, nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too. My name is Jacob. I mean I do need a car, but I am not sure if I have the money for it.” I said truthfully not wanting to waste his time. “Oh, we have that figured out. We can negotiate a price for it that you are comfortable with. Me and Trevor will cover whatever you can’t and you can pay us back in small installments.” Ant said as he shoulder hugged me like Trev did. “It’s in really good condition. Both the interior and exterior as well as the engine. It’s older, but it’s been well taken care of.” Trev told me with his signature happy big bro smile. “Well I guess I can at least look at it since you came all this way.” I said not sure how comfortable I was borrowing money for my friends. “You will love it! Granny took really good care of it. We weren’t even allowed to eat food in it.” Mark said as he went to move toward the car. Trev walked with me to he car and stayed with me as I checked it out. Walking around the car to see the outside up close and then opening the doors to looked inside. I didn’t bother with the engine all I knew how to do was check the oil and change a flat. As I examined it Trev explained it was a 2013 Toyota Camry, it has just over 50 thousand miles, which was extremely low for a car that age. It had regular oil changes and maintenance. There were a few minor paint blemishes and the normal ware and tear of people riding in it. In his opinion it was a good car and that Mark seemed to be open to a fair price. I had almost emptied my account when I got my apartment. It’s been 3 weeks and I had managed to put up around a grand, but I need half that for bills and food and stuff. Not to mention the cost of transferring the cart and registering it. Then insurance of course. It be nice to do but I didn’t see how it would work. I really did like the car. It was very nice. I turned to Mark and decide to get it over with and see just how out of my range it was. “It’s a good car. How much were you thinking for it?” I asked bracing myself. “Well seeing as your are Ant’s friend and I really just want to get out from under it and not have to show it to a million looky loos how about $8000 even.” He asked with a bright smile. “He will take it for $7500 and not a penny more.” A deep booming voice said from behind us. “Hey Buck man! How have you been. Haven’t seen you in a minute man!” Mark replied apparently having already been friendly with Buck. “Hey Mark good to see you man.” He said ad they did the bro hug thing. “Yea, I can do $7500. I should have known Daddy Scorpion would make sure one of his boys got the best deal possible.” He said to Buck before chuckling a little to himself. “Buck, I don’t have $7500. I am sorry Mark, I really would love to buy it but I just don’t have that much.” That got me an eye roll form Trev (not mean but just exacerbated), a head shake from Ant, and a stern look from Buck. “Ok we will do it this way. I will buy the car from you for $7500. Then we will get the title work and registration done in my name. But Jacob it will be yours to drive my boy.” He said then looked at me and said, “I will have any arguments out you, it’s getting cold and you need a car. We can talk about me selling it to you in a few months when you get more saved up. Does that work for you Jacob?” I knew he meant business. He had his Dom face on and was using his Daddy Scorpion voice. It wouldn’t do any good to argue. “Ok, but I will take care of all the maintenance, gas, and insurance. I won’t have you pay that.” I proposed hoping to save some face. “Fine, it’s a deal.” He said then turned to Mark, “Let’s go to my house. I can get you a check and you can sign over the title.” “Sounds good to me boss.” Mark said with the smile he had worn since I met him still shinning. “Trevor, you and Jacob better get going or you will be late. Just get the shop open and I will take care of the reports and the bank stuff when I get in.” Buck said giving us our marching orders. “Sure thing, we have it covered daddy. See you all later.” Trev replied to the group then turned to walk to his car. I couldn’t help but to go up to Buck and give him a big hug and kiss his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back then as we parted kissed me in the head. “Thank you daddy!” “You are welcome boy, now get going.” He said playfully chiding me to go. We clocked in right at 10:00 and set to work getting everything ready to open. Trev got me a clean register draw from the safe then left the front to me. He went to the back to get everything set up. We opened without a problem. Buck got there around 11:30 and jumped in helping with orders. The lunch rush went smoothly. After the rush Buck took yesterday’s money from the safe and went to his office to do the daily paperwork and deposit. I assembled pizza boxes between customers while Trev recovered the kitchen and got it set for the dinner rush. Ant, Lance, and Kenny joined us before the dinner rush. Buck sent me and Trev home around 7:00. Trev gave me a ride home. I’m the way I told him all about last night. My deflowering, my begging for his poz load, all the times he came in me. He congratulated me and wished me luck on getting the fuck flu. I went inside after Trev dropped me at home. I was excited and antsy and horny. I knew Buck had plans for after work with his parents so he wasn’t available. I tried jerking off, but that’s didn’t work. In desperation I decided to try the apps. I had been on before but deleted it after all I got was flakes, fakes, and creepy guys. I set up my profile and added a few pictures. Me in just a speedo, my butt, and a crotch shot in my undies. I didn’t show my face in the main page but had it, couple pics of my 7 in dick, and one hole pic in the locked album. I chatted on it as I made some food and ate. Then I put in a load of laundry and picked up some around the apartment. The tv was playing some show I’d seen a million times but was good enough to keep on in the background. I got a message from a profile that had a bare chested man as the only pic. The guy was ripped and his light brown skin looked so smooth. He had a small spattering of brown hair on his chest and a happy trail leading to his crotch which showed off his V lines. The pic cut off right above his crotch showing just the top of his pubes. “Did Scorpion Daddy get his boy addicted and then leave him home alone?” The message read. I looked at the profile again. Re-examining the stats and picture. The everything matched to Ant. His profile also said he was bi and was uncut, two more things matching to Ant. “Ant, you know Buck had that thing at his parents tonight. Plus I am not sure my hole could take another dick tonight. I was hoping to try topping.” I replied back with a chuckle thinking most people would be mortified if their boss caught them on a hookup app. “Ya, I remembered that. He’d be proud of you trying new things. He always encourages his boys to grow both at work and in their sex life. So how about you show me that sexy body?” I was slightly taken back by that. I knew everyone at work was very open and a few of the guys messed around but I’d never think Ant would be interested in me. Before I could respond he opened his locked album. The first picture was his smiling face. The second him laid out on his back in bed naked with his whole body showing including his soft, yet still big, uncut dick. The next couple were close up of his big hard 9 in uncut dick. The final two were of him from behind showing off a nice plump muscle butt. “Damn, you are hot! I’d love to try sucking that dick but I couldn’t take it up my hole. I am too sore.” I replied unlocking my pics. “That’s cool, we can just do oral. I may even let you fuck me if we get going good. I can stop by after work.” He suggested as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I don’t know, won’t Buck be mad?” I asked. I wanted to play with him especially since I’d never seen an uncut cock up close. However, I didn’t want to upset Buck. “Oh he won’t care. Everyone in the shop has fucked or been fucked by everyone else aside from me and Buck.” He assured me. “Ok, come over after work then. We can see how it goes.” I was excited at the prospect. I jumped in the shower to rinse off real quick. Then I brushed my teeth and gargled making sure I didn’t have bad breath. I spent the time waiting for Ant cleaning and fidgeting. I heard Ant’s bike go by on the street a little after 11. A minute later I received a text message telling me to give him 20 mins then he’d be over. I replied back telling him that he good. I went to my room and stripped and put on a jockstrap. I put my lube on the bedside table. I figured it be nice to answer the door in just my jock. I made once last check of the apartment before I heard a knock in my door. I answered the door and was greeted by Ant’s smiling face. His eyes roamed my body when he released what I had answered the door in. He didn’t waste any time on talking and stepped in the door closing it behind him as he pulled me against him and kissed me deep! His hands explored my entire body. My nips, my stomach, my ass, and finally he slipped his hand into my jock pouch. He took a firm grip around my hard dick and stroked it as we continued to make out. We stopped making out long enough to make it to the bedroom and strip Ant of his clothes before falling into bed. I put him on his back and started kissing him all over. His neck, chest, sucking his nipples, kissing down his rock hard abs, licking his v-line, then came face to face with his rock hard 9 inch fat uncut dick. Seeing as I’d never been up close and personal with an uncut dick I took my time examining it. I took it in my hand. It was hard and warm to the touch. Felt like any other dick till I went to slowly jerk it. The skin pulled back and where it used to cover the bottom of the head of his dick it now was under the head. So fascinating and hot! “Having fun with that cock boy?” He asked as he smiled down as me frown where he’d pulled hisself up on his elbows. “Yes, I have never seen and uncut one. I mean it’s only the second dick I have actually touched besides my own. But of all the guys I seen in the locker room none were uncut. Plus you got a huge schlong!! It’s super hot!” I said a little in aw. “Well then you should really taste it. Play with the foreskin a bit. Just not to hard.” I did just that. Licking the head to start. Then pulling the foreskin back up and licking under it as much as I could. With him so hard the skin was pretty tight to his shaft and head. But it tasted so good! I took the whole head in my mouth. Using my tongue to massage it. Then slowly I started to make my decent down his long dick. I got about 2/3 of the way down before I couldn’t take anymore. Ant praised me for how much I took. He then coached me on how to relax my throat and breathe better so that I got all but the last inch in my throat. That was so hot taking almost him to the balls. Then I decided I wanted to head further south. Buck let me lick his hole but wasn’t that into it. I wondered how Ant would like it. I stated to lick his balls, then his taint. He laid back and pulled his legs up showing me his tight hole that had just a little tuffed of brown hair around it. I dove in and started to lick and taste it. Ant’s moans told me he was loving it. He kept pushing his hole out just a little which was so hot. He also told me how good it felt and asked me finger him. I started with just one finger. I’d never felt the inside of a hole besides my own. I slowly added a second then a third. He help me find the small button in his hole that made his dick jump. “Thats the prostate baby. That’s what makes it feel so good. That’s what you want to rub your dick against.” He said breathlessly. “Ok, can I try sticking my dick in you now?” I asked excited at the prospect. “Hell yea, open me up with that hot cock baby!” He begged. “I have a condom over in my nightstand if you want me to use it. Buck probably infected me last night.” I offered know Ant wasn’t poz. “No, I am on prep and I don’t do condoms. Just use some lube, start slow, and go in raw.” I wasn’t going to argue against that. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. I pulled it from the jock pouch and lubed it up. Lining my dick up with his whole and I pushed in slightly, then with a little more pressure till the head popped in. Ant moaned deeply as my first inch slipped into him. I continued to go deeper into him. His hole was tight, warm, and felt like soft velvet. It gripped my dick as I opened him. It felt amazing. I got all the way in and held it there for a minute. Ant bent up so that we could kiss as I held it there. “Your dick feels so good in me baby! Nice and deep! It’s sitting against my prostate right now!” He said. “Your hole feels amazing!! So tight and warm and soft. I don’t know if I will last long.” I admitted. When I pulled back to be able to start fucking him I noticed his uncut cock was leaking a ton of precum. “You and me both baby! Look at all that precum you have me dripping.” He said as he took a swipe of it with his finger and feed it to me. It tasted so good! My hips sort of automatically started to hump Ant’s sweet hole. Slow at first and then faster. I also started to fuck into him harder. He moaned louder the faster and harder I fucked him. His dick continued to leak lots of precum. I had been fucking him for 5 minutes at most when I knew it was gonna happen. If I stayed in his hole I was going to fill my boss with one of my last neg loads. “Oh fuck I am going to cum. Should I pull out?” I asked. “Fuck no, fill me up bay!” He demanded as he started to stroke his big fat uncut dick. Within 3 strokes I was flooding him deep. Making his hole home for my cum. He came almost immediately after I shot in him covering both of our stomachs and chests with his load. I collapsed on top of him trying to catch my breath and recover from my orgasm. He pulled me up, my dick slipping from his hole, to where we were face to face. He kissed me softly as we cuddled in our postcoital bliss. “You did a great job baby! You really made my hole feel good!” He told me between kisses. “I didn’t last long. Your hole felt so good!” I said somewhat shyly at my lack of stamina. “Thats to be expected for your first time. If you do it more you will build up stamina. Don’t worry about it, you were great! Now let’s go shower and we can watch some tv and cuddle.” He said as he went to move us out of bed. We rinsed off playing with each other as we washed one another. Then we laid on the sofa naked cuddled up with a blanket over us as we watched tv. I must of fallen asleep because I woke up to a clothed Ant tucking me into bed. “You need your sleep for work tomorrow and I need to get home. Thank you for a wonderful night baby. Sleep tight” he whispered to me and kissed me on the head. I mumbled a response but I was so tired I doubt it made sense even to me. Then slowly drifted off to sleep. ————————— I hope you all like this chapter. Again sorry for the delay. As always I greatly appreciate the support and positive feedback!!

Claimed in the Darkness --- Darren's curiosity leads him into Randy’s dark, intoxicating world where boundaries blur and control shifts. A night of raw desire and surrender reveals their evolving, intense connection. --- Darren sat on the edge of the bed, the cool silk sheets brushing against his bare skin, his phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. The notifications from the new pictures Randy had insisted he upload were pouring in, a mix of flattery and unease washing over him. The attention was intoxicating, like a drug he couldn’t resist, yet it left him unsettled, as if he were teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t fully comprehend. When Randy’s text finally arrived, cryptic as ever, again promising a surprise, Darren’s curiosity outweighed his hesitation. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he agreed to come over. As he stepped into Randy’s apartment, the air felt heavy with expectation. The scent of poppers lingered, sharp and intoxicating, clouding his senses. Randy stood by the window, his silhouette dark and commanding against the dimly lit room. Without a word, he approached Darren, his movements deliberate, and blindfolded him with a soft silk scarf. Darren’s breath hitched as the fabric blocked out the world, leaving him in darkness, his other senses heightened. Randy’s voice, low and commanding, filled the silence. “Tonight, Darren, your ass is going to be a playground. A vessel for other men’s cum. And when they’re done, I’ll fill it with my poz load. You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?” Darren’s pulse quickened, a surge of arousal flooding his veins. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes.” Randy’s hand gripped his shoulder, guiding him toward the bed. The mattress dipped beneath him as he lay down, the sheets cool against his back. The room seemed to come alive around him, the air thick with anticipation. Then, the first man entered, his presence announced by the soft creak of the floorboards. Darren could feel him, anonymous and hungry, standing at the edge of the bed. Randy’s voice, now a dirty whisper, filled his ears. “Take him in, Darren. Let him use that hole of yours.” Darren spread his legs, his ass exposed and ready. The man didn’t hesitate, thrusting into him with a primal urgency. Darren gasped, his body arching as the stranger’s cock filled him, stretching him open. Randy’s laughter was dark and approving, his hand resting on Darren’s hip, holding him steady, feeding him poppers. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Let him breed you.” The room echoed with grunts and poz talk, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. One man after another, they came, their loads mixing inside Darren, his ass stretched and used, his mind clouded with pleasure. Each thrust, each groan, each release sent waves of ecstasy through him, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. Randy’s voice was a constant, dirty and commanding, urging him on. “You’re a good boy, Darren. Such a good hole for us. Taking all that cum like a champ.” After the eighth man withdrew and had left, leaving Darren breathless and aching, Randy removed the blindfold. The room swam into focus, the dim light revealing Randy’s dark eyes, burning with desire. He stood at the edge of the bed, his thick, poz-loaded cock glistening with pre-cum, and Darren’s own arousal. Randy’s hand gripped his hip, pulling him to the edge of the bed, positioning him perfectly. “Now it’s my turn, Darren. My turn to claim what’s mine.” Randy didn’t hesitate, slamming into Darren’s cum-filled hole with a force that stole his breath. Darren moaned, his head falling back as Randy fucked him hard and deep, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. The bed creaked beneath them, the sheets tangling around their limbs as Randy’s breath came in hot, ragged gasps against Darren’s neck. “Your ass is mine now, Darren. Mine to fill, mine to use. Say it.” Darren’s voice was hoarse, his mind reeling as he whispered, “Yours.” Randy’s thrusts became more urgent, his grip on Darren’s hips bruising. “Say it again. Louder.” “Yours!” Darren cried, his voice echoing in the room, a declaration of surrender. Randy’s cock twitched inside him, his cum shooting deep, filling Darren’s already overloaded hole. Darren’s body trembled, his ass aching and full, the weight of the moment overwhelming. Randy’s breath was hot on his neck, his voice a low growl. “That’s right, baby.” As Randy collapsed onto him, their bodies still joined, Darren’s mind raced, the line between desire and surrender blurring. The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing, the scent of sex and sweat lingering in the air. Darren’s ass throbbed, raw and used, a testament to the night’s events. Randy’s arm draped over him, possessive and protective, his weight grounding Darren in a way he couldn’t explain. “You did good, Darren,” Randy murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender. “You took it all like a champ.” Darren closed his eyes, his body heavy and sated, yet his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of Randy’s words lingered, a declaration of ownership that both terrified and exhilarated him. He was breathless, raw, and overwhelmed, the surrender complete. Yet, as Randy’s hand stroked his hair, a strange sense of peace settled over him, the chaos of the night giving way to a quiet acceptance.

We have been together for quite a long time, Matt and I. After these 15 years of mutual love, we have a deep and passionate affection, though the sex was less frequent. And to be honest, I was mostly the culprit here. I could see I was satisfying him. He was often at the initiative, and in these occasion that was great, but still, I felt it was not enough for him. Likely due to the fact I was not well endowed, a mere 4 inch hard, and cumming quickly while he would need minutes of jerking off to climax. At some earlier during the year, I notice he was browsing stuff on his phone and the computer, but quickly closing or switching apps when I was approaching. That seemed odd to me. Could he be cheating on me ? I doubt it. Though we were exclusive, we often made joke about a "side-lover", and in these cases, he seemed he would not be jeaslous about it but join the fun. This became a pattern. I tried to talk about it with him. He kind of apologized, thoiugh stating he was watching porn. That sounded strange to me, we already watched porn together, and one found the other watching he, he joined the party... So on a day day I was not working while he was at his office, I tried to look at the computer. Nothing in the brwoser history. However I noticed he did not disconnect his password manager. I knew I should not do it, but that I was so eager to knwo I could not help it. I opened it, and found some credentials to some sites thisvid, which I knew hsted some porn vids, and breedingzone. I did not that one. I connected to it with his creds, and was browsing through the site content. This was some good reading material, especially the bareback part. I noticed that Matt had actually reacted to several posts, but in another forum "The backroom". I looked at his posts "God, I would love to be at the twink's place", "So hot story, man, wish you could poz me too"... same kind of comments over and over. When I read the stories he reacted to, I was disbelief. He was turned on by guys sharing their HIV strain to others. Worse, the ones he loved the most were the ones where the bottom was not aware of it at first... That is only then I noticed I was so hard and leaking that my trunk was soaked... I jerked and came as I rarely did before. "Fuck..." I though to myself. That night, when we were in the room, I bred him more than twice, which was "the usual" pattern. He seemed sore and complained a bit about it, but when I shove his head in the pillow saying "shut up, I know you love when I am rough", he submitted, his ass clenching even more on my dick. After that, I created my own profile on the site, stating I was likely poz, though not sure but a pure top. I posted some fiction stories about seeding guys, hoping to conver them. Until once he commented one of my story as well "Fuck man, I just came all over myself reading your story". Well that is he is up to when working from home. Naughty boy - he was craving to be bred by some random men with huge dicks. I was actually becoming obcessed by this, and then it strucked me... Why could I not just realize his fantazy. If he wants to be bred by others, well so be it... I started to plan. I bought some double hand and ankle cuffs. I browsed some hook up sites, and contacted some well endowed guys, stating they are positive. Two men replied. I checked their profile again. Two well-built daddies in their late fourties, and well endowed. The first claimed having a 8x5 inches, and was displaying a biohazard tatoo just above his scrotch. The second had a picture of his dong compared to wine bottle, and the latter did not seem much bigger... and a black scorpion tattoo's on his chest with a green drop at the edge of its dart. These are the guys. I wanted. I chatted with them and explained I wanted to offer my love, who called "my boy", a gift for his birthday, and how I was foreseeing the fun party. And so it happened. On the afternoon, of Matt's birthday, we made out and I conducted him to the bed room. I undressed him, roaming his smooth body. I puched him on the bed and went on sucking his cock. Too absorbed by the feeling, he did not react as I was maneuvering him so his head was against a the headboard. I wend up kissing his belly up to his mouth, while I discretly retrive one pair of the cuffs from the nighstand. As were making out, I took one of his hand and locked it too one of the bed rail. He looked at me with surprise, but with a lustful grin. He just gave his second arm on the opposite side. I locked it up as well. "Wow, you bought some naughty stuff here, honey". "Yeah, you like that ?" "Oh yes... you know I love being submissive". "Good! This is just the beginning!" Our eyes locked both with lust, I removed my top and trousers, keeping my brief on. My hardon deforming it, I wanted to tease him first. I placed my self between his legs, and slowly push his ass up with my thighs. Matt raised his legs. I took one of his ankle and maneuvered it to his hand to lock it as well. His eyes widen in surprise. "Fuck Joe, you really want me to be locked" he said with lust, but also a slightly tone of fear, as I grasp the other ankle to lock it. "Here you are! what a view from where I am Matt..." I started to rock my hips against his pucker, with my brief on. He already started to moan with that when the door bell rang. "Fuck who that can be? leave it be" Matt said, annoyed, when he saw I got up. "I will just check, so we are really at peace". I took a short and got downstairs. I could see through the doors two men standing. I quietly opened the door and invited them in while keeping them silent. Kyle and Sebb introduced themselves to me. "Okay guys, I have just locked Matt but not bred yet. I propose you just get yourself at ease and start getting up when you ear him mean. Trust me you will" "Okay Joe. You really sure you want us to go on with this? because once we are in your boy there is no turning back" "Well anyway, you are on meds and undetectable, right ? so yeah" Leaving no time for them to answer, as i could not imagine people would not actually be without medication for this. I went back up leaving them with their lustty smiles. "Who was it ?" Matt asked. "Oh some handsome sollicitors" I replied being naked, positionning my self with my rock hard cock leaking. I aligned my cock on his pucker starting to push in. "You should have let them in" Matt replied starting moaning. "Who said I did not ?" I replied pushing deep, with a smile. I started to pump, and as I unfortunately do, I came deep in him. Matt was still moaning. I slowly withdraw, circling by wet cock on his hole to lube it more. Kyle and Sebb has entered the room without a noise. As they climbed on the bed, Matt said "What the fuck!" "Shhh Honey, I know you dreamed about it!" I said as I got up and went to sit on the armchair facing the bed. Kyle aligned his cock with Matt hole and started to push. "Fuck man you are tight" He said while pushing in slowly and without stopping until he is ballsdeep. Matt had his eyes locked on the man chest, while breathing heavily. "You like what you see boy ?" Seb asked, Matt was not answering, not properly seeing the man who spoke behind Kyle. Sebb went to the side of the bed, near to me, reavealing himself to Matt who turned his head. I saw a bit of fear in Matt's eyes, while his faced was a bit distorted by the pain of Kyle cock now full in. "Man, you are so tight - I bet you never took another dick besides the tiny one of your partner, right", Kyle asked. Matt nodded "Fuck, Joe... what is happening ?" Matt asked. "Honey, I am just granting one of your dark desire. I read your posts on breeding zone" I replied. "Fuck..." was all he could only answer, while Kyle was starting to plow him hard. "Well mate, please blow me in the meantime" instructed Sebb putting a hand behind by head sure. I brought my mouth to his cock which was drooling precum. I started to put his big mushroom head in my mouth, locking my eyes on his biohazard tattoo on his belly "That's it man, suck that poz dick". Lost in my lust, seeing Matt being fucked by another man and these big dicks, my balls were thinking for me and could not listen to my brain raising alarms... "I am gonna breed you boy..." Kyle said after a few minutes of relentlessly fucking Matt... While I was still blowing Sebb, I was seeing Kyle accelerating his movement, untill with one final thrust he went deep and sigh with the climax "Fuck... take that poz load boy!!" "Fuck... I am cumming too" Matt added, his dick pulsating and erupting over his torso and some landing in his opened mouth As I was about to get up to kiss Matt, Sebb maintained me pinned in the armchair "Wait a second man, I am also releasing my load here" and as told, I felt his cockhead erupting down my throat... "Look at me" Sebb ordered "You like the taste of my toxic cum?" his asked with an evil grin pushin his cock deeper. I choked on it while nodding. "Good! Now let have a turn at your boy pussy!" with that Sebb withdraw from my mouth, mixed spit and cum string from my lips to his cockhead flying. I saw Kyle withdrawing from Matt's ass. It was just gaping, with some pinkish around his hole. Sebb positionned his big cock, and rammed in with one powerfull thrust, making Matt crying. Kyle chuckled, while getting off bed and coming to be "be kind and clean that cock!" he told me with the same powerfull hand behind my head. Mesmerized by Sebb's powerfuck, I just opened my mouth for Kyle's dick. As he made me suck him, I could taste Matt's ass juice, Kyle's cum and some iron taste. Kyle's cock was already hard, and as I looked him up, he took my head with both his hands and facefucked me. "Yeah you taste your boy's blood on my dick ? Well you did not prepare him enough, but that better for our seeds to take in" in said with a smile. Matt and I were both fucked. After several minutes, they were both panting. Kyle made me look as him and just blow his load down my throat. How could a man cum so much... It was like I being forced to drink.. He sighs with the relief of the climax and withdrew from my mouth. "Thanks man, you were both good holes". At the same moment, Sebb went crazy and going verbal with Matt "Fuck, I will poz you, you slutty boy!" And as he was thrusting slower but brutally he unloaded "Take my toxic wad boy!". He was still thrusting to push deeper both Kyle's and his loads. "Well, I think you are fucked boy! Considering my redish pole and both our potent cum! " He withdrew, turned to Kyle and I and add "Mission Accomplished sir!! " Both Kyle and Sebb got dressed and made their way out, leaving us both panting while adding "Feel free to reach out to us if you want a recharge or if you did not convert". I got up from the armchair, put myself between Matt's legs and just plunge my dick in his gaping ass. I was almost not touching his inner walls, though that was sufficient with all that happened to make me cum. I maintain myself burried in him for a while. He was looking at me with a lusty smile... "Joe, you silly fucker... that is completly crazy... I never came like that before... but still, we might be exposed now" I bend over to kiss him and whispered to him. "Well, whatever happens next, I will always love you. Happy Bday my love!"

I'm a new-ish cumdump. I've been having group sex and taking loads at sex parties and bathhouses for many years, but never that many in a session. Maybe six in an evening at the most. I wanted to up my game and try something new, so I organized a pump and dump with me as the bottom. Being something of a geek, I Googled "how too host a pump and dump" and similar phrases. I've read every thread on the subject on Breeding Zone and Reddit, and listened to the Sniffies podcast on pump and dumps. I was anxious until I decided to go for it and post my ad on Sniffies. Overnight I became enthusiastic, excited, horny, and ready to bend over for anyone who requested. My event was in suburban New Jersey and lasted for seven hours. 14 men visited and dumped 18 loads in my ass. It was a LOT of fun and I found being an unabashed cumdump be both liberating and empowering. I've already written a date on my calendar for my next event and can't wait to do it again. During the event I learned a number of lessons. I thought I'd pass them along to you. Ignore or utilize as your discretion. 1. Skip the Blindfold -- It's inconvenient and in the way. Blindfolks make it hard to keep track of your poppers, phone, etc. The tops didn't seem to find it erotic or care whether I wore it. As I see it, the major advantage of a blindfold is for those who might otherwise shy away from some of the tops. For these bottoms a blindfold makes it easier to do a "no loads refused" event. It's overkill for those of us for whom appearance and body type are not issues. (I suppose the sensory aspect of not being able to see was fun, but only mindly so. I didn't miss it at when I ditched the blindfold halfway through the event.) 2. Don't bother advertising on BBRT. The site isn't quite dead, but it's dying. Maybe in a city you'd do okay. In the burbs it's pretty dead. A week-long ad resulted in one additional visitor to my event. In retrospect it wasn't worth it. I won't bother with it next time around. 3. Make sure your ad has a line about "no loiterers" - you're going to have them. Be polite but firm, and request they head on. Dangle the possibility of a private 1-on-1 with them the next week, even if you're not serious about it. I had two loiterers each of which spent 90-120 minutes with me and cost me precious "recruiting" time. I might have gotten a few more loads if they'd politely left when they were done. Saying they're recharging isn't an excuse to hang out for endless cuddling. 4. Cut and paste. Many of the guys who signed up for the party on Sniffies didn't see the room number in the event chat. I got a lot of messages from registered people asking for it. Having a cut/paste response saved me a lot of typing. It had the hotel name, room #, instructions to come right into the room, my current load count, and the like. Side note: for some reason my phone kept erasing the "paste material" in memory while I used Sniffies. I wound up writing it in my phone's Notes app and repeatedly copying it back into memory from that. 5 - Hand towels and wipes were appreciated by the tops. 6 - Expect multiple positions. Even though my ad said I'd be "face down, ass up", I spent little time in that position. The tops flipped me into every position imaginable. Expect them to do the same to you. If you truly want to do a limited set of positions, say so in your ad. (Personally, I loved telling me something was their favorite position. Then I made gave it my best effort to make it the best fuck they'd ever experienced.) 7 - Post status updates. On Sniffies I posted updates on how the party was going. I posted them both within the group chat, and in the general "area chat" function. I'd periodically update my load count. 3... 6... 10... 12... 15... and finally 18 (where the event finished). Guys were cheering me on in messages. And some came to the party specifically because they were so aroused at the increasing number and wanted to be a party of the fun. It was a great form of advertising, attracted a few more tops, and required little time and effort. Not to mention I like the cheers people messaged me. I'm an exhibitionist. I get extremely turned on by cheers from an audience. 8 - Expect to be fetishized -- reflect the thought. I'm 54 years old, short, balding, and dumpy looking. In my day-to-day life I get little sexual attention from gay men. Even on the apps I don't get a lot of attention. Some, but not much. Yet as soon as I started recruiting guys for my pump and dump, suddenly I attracted a status I haven't experienced in years -- that of sex symbol. Guys were messaging me asking me about my bottoming experiences, what's the most number of loads I'd ever taken, how many I expected to take that my group, etc. Some of these are guys were just getting off on dirty talk, but some were genuinely aroused by the idea of fucking a cumdump. And some of these guys came to my party and cheered me on. I was also surprised how many people complimented my body. Like so many gay men I have severe body issues and dislike how I look. I especially don't like my ass. A boyfriend 30 years and 60 lbs. ago told me I had a "poofy rear", a comment for which I never forgiven or forgotten. Imagine my surprise when tops started telling me about my "fat ass". I was mortified at first and said nothing even though he meant it as a compliment. By the time the fifth top was telling me how hot it was to fuck my fat ass, I realized I was being fetishized. What's a bottom cumdump to do? I listened for whatever phrases they were saying -- sometimes about me, sometimes about themselves, and I'd reflect it right back at them. "You like fucking that fat ass, don't you?" "Yeah, fuck that cummy hole. You have no idea how much cum you're dipping into." And in one case a top kept talking about his "thick Puerto Rican dick", so I began echoing that back. "Fuck that Puerto Rican dick of yours is thick! Fuck me harder!" I have my own thoughts and ideas that turn me on, but I didn't express them. By echoing theirs I caused the tops to get all the more excited and to blow their loads more quickly. Which means I can get on to the next top sooner. That's what a pump and dump is all about, isn't it? Quantity over quality. Echoing it helps. 9 - End a pump and dump when you still want more. In chemistry, a "limiting reagent" is the ingredient that is consumed first in a reaction. Once it's consumed the reaction comes to an end. In a pump and dump, this could be: - Tops - Time - Your body (either your ass tapping out, or becoming too hungry/thirsty/tired) - Losing the goodwill of the hotel (ie; being shut down) These are somewhat related. The more time you have, the more tops you can attract, and the more likely your body will reach its limit. In my case I feared my ass would give out on me, but I've done a fair bit of slutting it up at sex parties in NYC lately so I was hopeful I'd be fine. Sure enough, I was. When I finally left my ass was sore but still wanting more. What ultimately happened is I ran out of time. I had planned to close up at 8pm, but decided to go a bit longer (9:30) because I had a loiterer who was trying to recruit tops for me. Even if he had been successful (see #10 below), my body was rapidly wearing out. I hadn't eaten much before the event and I wasn't staying hydrated. I used Cialis which always makes my head spin. Also, my event expired on Sniffies which made it difficult to attract tops. It didn't help that someone posted another nearby Pump and Dump on Stiffies using almost identical text from my ad. (I hope the tops ripped him a new hole for it.) Anyway, it was time to go. I still wanted more, but was happy with how it turned out. That's a successful event in my book. 10 - Be wary of someone who tries to recruit additional tops at the last minute. Lots(!) of guys will want to watch other guys fucking you. If they want to bring a friend, great! Two guys who came to my event were occasional fuck buddies. They made out while I blew one and the other fucked me... often swapping roles with me always in the center. It was fun. What wasn't fun was one of the loiterers who pulled out his phone and went on Grindr to recruit nearby guys to come fuck me. The loiterer wasn't very attractive, and he started inviting anyone nearby to come fuck me. The guys had very little idea what was going on, weren't aware this had been a pump and dump, and often had wildly different agendas. Some were countering him with requests to be paid to drop by. Others were asking endless questions. The only person who showed up took one look at us and made a lame excuse about forgetting poppers in his car before leaving. I told the loiterer that he wouldn't be back. He disagreed as he believed the line about getting poppers. I told him to watch and see. Sure enough, a moment later there was the roar of a car and then he drove off. I figure he either didn't remotely like the way we looked, or he was thinking of robbing me and decided not to do so since there were two of us. After this fiasco I asked him not to recruit anyone else. I exempt experienced "Sherpas" who plan pump and dumps from this advice. I also exempt anyone who is recruiting a friend or playmate to drop by. But if someone is trying to recruit random strangers, it's not likely to end well and will probably waste your time and focus when you least want to waste them. ----- That's my ten points of advice. Sorry I write so much, but I wanted to repay the favor for the next geek who does research for his initial pump and dump. PS, That's a photo of my ass after the pump and dump. PPS, My next event will be Nov 14. If you're in New Jersey and want to drop by, let me know. :)

The man’s cock slid inside, slower than John expected, thick shaft dark with veins, the head glistening. John saw the man’s belly jiggle and heard the damp clap as the man bottomed out—God, every inch. David didn’t resist, didn’t stir. One of the stranger’s hands gripped the back of John’s neck, heavy and rough. Urging him to get in closer, to see every detail. For a moment, John’s mind blanked out. All he knew was the sight, impossible and obscene, of another man’s fat cock moving in and out of David— of how easy, how natural it looked, as if David’s body was made for this. He heard David moan, against the sound of the wet, animal slap when the man pressed all the way in. John felt his stomach twist. The man’s hands now clamped tight to David’s hip, holding nothing back. It looked brutal, but also… as if the man did this every week, knew just how much force David’s body could take before it broke. John stared, hypnotized — the flesh of David’s hole stretching snug around the thick shaft. Another man splitting open his boy and making it look effortless. Fuck! A little critical thinking came back to John. This man, this stranger was fucking David bare. “You need to put a condom on” he said a bit nervous. The man’s hips stopped with the same calm authority as before. The cock slid out, glossy, and David’s hole closed around nothing. “Of course,” the man said calmly. “It’s condoms in the changing room”. As John turned to walk he heard the man push back into David with force, as David gave out a big moan. John stomped through the changing room, stomach churning. He passed the mirrors. He hated the way the lights made his skin look jaundiced, hated the weird film of sweat on his chest and arms, hated how hard his cock still was. There was a vending machine, a bit hidden away, with condoms and lube packets. His hands shook as he took out a condom. He imagined what the man was doing to David in there. He needed to be there. To keep David safe he told himself. He walked back with the condom in hand. He heard them before he saw them. David was moving more to the rythm of the fucking. The man was fucking rough. Three men had gone over and was watching. Cocks in hand. The fucking intencified, and the man started grunting louder and then guttural. David’s body rocked forward with each thrust, then pulled back by the mans strong hands. This was not what he wanted for them, for David, but it was happening and his mind latched onto each detail, powerless to look away. The three men watching rubbed themselves in a form of synchrony, enjoying what thay had in front of them. As John reached his hand over with the condom the man gave out a roar. It was over before he knew it — the sound of the man’s cry, the slamming thrust, and David’s ass mashed against the stranger’s waist. The man sagged, both hands heavy on David’s hips, and the room seemed to shudder for a second, all the bodies standing a little straighter as though a current had passed from one naked man to another. The three spectators at the edge pumped their cocks, one of them already sticky-handed. John was not sure if he should step in or just vanish. The man said nothing. He stayed where he was, half-collapsed against David, catching his breath. Eventually he pulled out, letting David slouch forward, then turned to John with a look of victory. The man took the condom, stil in John’s hands, as he past him. No thanks, no goodbye, just the rank smell of fucked skin and stale aftershave. John looked at Davids hole, glistering with pale slime, open, the memory of the man’s cock still printed in the trembling rim. A drop of cum leaking out. John felt shame, then a deep, queasy tenderness. He wanted to wrap David up, towel him off, anything to erase this place and everything that just happened. John crouched next to him, palm gentle on David’s face.

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Chapter 16: Trapped Between Truths Helixion Genetics, Main Quarantine Tent. Quarantine camp. REDACTED LOCATION 12:07 MST. 31-Oct-20XX “General Krell, I’m truly sorry to interru-” the small, mousey looking man in a lab coat and glasses said, interrupting the General and Tex as they began the tour of the main Quarantine area. The large white tent was set up at the entrance of the newest building on the site, still under construction but having at least a secure shell, HVAC, and several holding areas for the labs.. “I am busy, Johnson,” Krell replied, an air of arrogance as he spoke. “I’m sorry it's… it's just that Dr. Grant…” Tex watched the lab tech continue, clutching a clipboard to himself as if he could use it as a shield against the larger man. “He… we already sent a team out and he’s refusing to come in. Keeps saying he was fired and doesn’t answer to the company and…” “God damn it!” Krell shouted, anger in his voice as he grabbed the man’s clipboard and threw it to the ground. Tex watched as the man lost his temper. He’s even worse in person than he was last night, he thought to himself. Raging dickhead doesn’t even cover it. “I don't care if you have to take a team of armed soldiers over to that ungrateful bastard’s house and drag him out by gun point,” Krell continued, his thick finger shoved hard into the small man’s chest as his voice raised in volume. “Get over there and get him. NOW!” The smaller man shook at the yell, turning around and running away, leaving his clipboard and rushing off. Tex had to get a message to his now partner in what likely was a dozen crimes to warn him… but how? Suddenly, he got an idea and picked up the clipboard, before continuing to walk behind Krell as his tour continued. They stopped first at the hot lab, with a set of thick biohazard suits in the antechamber and several hose lines for air up in the ceiling. “As you can see, we got the mobile BSL-2 lab set up and rolling while we wait for the CDC to coordinate with us on getting a…” Krell said, droning on as he showed the lab off. Tex stopped paying attention as he quickly pulled out the cheap plastic phone and began to type out a brief message to Elias, using the clipboard as cover. “GET OUT NOW. Krell and his men are on the way to Grant as we speak – with guns,” Tex quickly typed out, thankful that years of texting girlfriends in the middle of class had finally paid off. Tex realized with a start that they had been woefully unprepared for the mission the night before, given the massive amount of resources now available to them after their failed mission inside. Had something like this been available from the start for their team, he could help but wonder if they wouldn’t have been more successful and not currently sitting, infected, in the building they had entered the night before. “Is there something more interesting on that phone than your job there, soldier,” Krell said, noticing as Tex slyly tried to put the phone back in his pocket. Shit. Need to come up with a lie. “Sorry, General, you know how women can be. Girlfriend is sending a list of things she wants from the store and I had to tell her I’m at work,” Tex lied smoothly, hoping it would be enough. “You can tell her later you won’t be coming home for a few days,” Krell said coldly, apparently buying the story on the spot. “I’m going to need you focused as we go into the containment area.” Nodding, he followed Krell through the next set of tent flaps. When he looked at what was inside, his blood ran cold. —-------- Grant Residence. 12:15 MST. 31 Oct 20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. The quiet suburban neighborhood was calm, as one or two neighbors drove by the wide, tree shaded street. Hundreds of red and orange leaves littered the street, floating around in a swirl as each passing car drove by. Elias sat parked in Trevor’s borrowed car, his hands still clenching the steering wheel as he tried to process the news his husband had given him at the hospital not even two hours prior. He replayed it over and over again, each time leaving him in confusion. It simply didn’t make sense. P24 HIV PROTEIN: REACTIVE. The words played on an endless loop as he struggled to process how he was infected. Clenching the leather-clad wheel even harder, he could hear the leather and cushioning begin to creak, instantly causing him to release where he was grabbing. In the wake of his hands were two separate sets of very distinct finger marks, not disappearing after he let go. Looking down at his hands, Elias stared in disbelief. How hard am I gripping to be able to do that? Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he decided to get out of the car, quickly crossing the street and towards Dr. Clark Grant’s home. It stuck out like a sore thumb, with its overgrown yard covered in leaves and piles of newspapers, an overflowing mailbox, and a dusty looking, albeit expensive SUV in the driveway, looking like it hadn’t been driven in quite a number of days. All the other houses around them were extremely well kept, with their perfectly manicured lawns and various Halloween decorations, ready for the coming night of fun. At first, Elias thought maybe he had made a mistake coming here. That maybe Clark Grant was out of the country, or that maybe he had got the address from Trevor wrong. Hesitantly, Elias walked up the leaf-littered path and onto the sprawling covered porch. The boards creaked under his feet, and Elias observed the peeling of the paint. Evidently, the place hasn’t been cared for in a while. He rang the doorbell and waited a solid minute before the door finally swung open. Before him, the sweaty and pale-looking form of Dr. Clark Grant stood, a tired and annoyed look on his face as if being interrupted during something. Elias took in his features. Dark wavy hair, unkempt and sticking up at odd angles, glasses balanced on his nose, with dark bags under his eyes. His skin was pale and sweaty, looking like someone who had a terrible case of the flu. There was a scowl on Dr. Grant’s face, as he brought his elbow up to his arm and coughed wetly several times, almost as if to drive the point home at his state of unwellness. He was wearing a loose white shirt, the look of an old coffee stain on the bottom hem and loose pajama bottoms, with chickens and eggs patterned on them. A loose rumpled looking robe was hanging untied around his frame. Grant looked up and down at Elias before he finally spoke, his cultured voice gravelly as he spoke, sounding annoyed and exhausted. “Look, like I told you the last time, I am sick with the flu and have no intention of going back to that lab. Tell General Krell that it no longer was my problem when Johnathan Blaine fired me 4 days ago. If Krell wants someone to help him with this little issue of his, he should be reaching out to the ringleader himself.” The way Dr. Grant said Jack’s full name gave Elias the distinct impression of nothing but hate and disgust towards the man. Quickly, Elias reached out, holding his hand up to shake Grant’s hand. “Sir, I’m Hudson King. General Krell only sent me here with some questions.” Dr. Grant stared at Elias’s hand for a long moment. At first he could swear the man was looking at where the scar was on his arm where the smiler had sliced into it, before it almost magically healed overnight. Finally, he spoke, breaking Elias out of his brief moment of thought. “You’ll be remiss of me if I don't spread more of my germs.” Dr. Grant slowly started to close the door as he continued speaking. “You can tell the General Kr-” Elias quickly put his foot in the way, before giving a brief fake smile on his face. “Please Dr. Grant, I promise to only take up a few minutes of your time. You know how the General can be if he doesn’t get his way.” Elias hoped that his reading of the situation was accurate and that the doctor knew Krell in such a way. Watching as the sick and frazzled man glared at him for a second, before giving a resigned sigh and opening the door, he felt a wave of satisfaction at guessing correctly. A sudden ding on his burner phone had Elias taking a quick look. “GET OUT NOW. Krell and his men are on the way to Grant as we speak – with guns.” Fuck! Elias thought to himself, realizing he now had a very short timeframe to get his information. Doing the mental math, he figured he only had at most 10 minutes before he needed to leave, in order to keep from being caught in the middle of the shitstorm about to hit. Keeping his cool, he followed Dr. Grant into the dimly lit house, noticing the disarray of the outside also matched the inside. A discarded pillow and large blanket lay strewed on the couch, a pile of haphazardly laid bills on the table and laptop closed sitting next to them. Several empty coffee mugs, some empty and others with only a small amount in them were set about the living room. The air even had an almost dustiness to it. Underneath he could see the signs of great care and pride to the interior design of the space lying covered by the stifling layer of someone who clearly had given up. “Make yourself comfortable, I guess,” the man said, before leaving the room. Elias slowly walked around the room, looking at the various photos on the wall of Dr. Grant and another person in places all over the world, smiling faces beaming at the camera. The final one, however, of them sitting at some beach resort together had a massive crack down the center, with various lines shooting off of it as if it had been thrown down to the ground in a fit of rage. Finally he returned, carrying a bottle of cold water, taking a few sips of it. “Okay… tell me what was so important that you had to come here instead of calling me.” He asked, his voice tired as he spoke. “Between you and the other group of lackeys Krell has sent, I’m about to call the police and put in a harassment complaint.” Elias needed to handle this carefully if he were to get any valuable information from Dr. Grant. “Excuse my intrusion, I thought a face-to-face meeting would be more respectful, and I could better understand the situation if we sat and talked.” Elias began to gently lower himself into a chair. Dr. Grant impatiently said, “How dare you presume to sit in my house before I invite you?” Elias shot back up to full height at once and stepped away from the chair. “Can’t you see I’m sick? I’ve had this blasted cold for a couple weeks now, and still I went to the labs to work on the project until that sonofabitch fired me. He’s had it in for me for ages, and now that I don’t work there anymore, suddenly I’m needed?” Elias didn’t know how to react to this exposition dump from a virtual stranger. “I… I’m not here to drag you back. I just want to talk.” Dr. Grant looked away, slightly shaking his head, and taking another sip of water. “I worked so hard on the project, and as soon as he got what he wanted —” Dr. Grant swatted at the air midsentence. “POW! Canned.” The project? Elias wondered. We walked into his project? “Yeah, you and your team sure stepped in it…” Dr. Grant muttered under his breath. Then he said aloud, “You know I have a suit filed against the company, right? They refused me bereavement leave when my husband died, and —” Elias held up a hand. “I’m not here about your separation from the company.” He could see Dr. Grant was visibly sweating, but said nothing about it. “Then why the hell are you here, Hudson King?” The way Dr. Grant said the fake name implied that he knew it was bogus. “Ask your damn nosy questions so I can go back to what I was doing,” Dr. Grant said hotly. “What was your role in the project?” Elias asked evenly. Dr. Grant gave him a puzzled look. “Don’t you know?” He looked away and smirked slightly. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” What an odd thing to say, Elias thought. “Krell hasn’t exactly been forthcoming about the details,” Elias said. “All I personally know is that something got loose, people are in quarantine, and there’s a big camp set up in the parking lot. Everyone’s pretty tight-lipped about it over there, but I can’t help anyone if I don’t know what happened. The project you mentioned –” “Is above your pay grade, Mr. King. We study genetics. I signed a non-disclosure agreement. If you want to know, ask Blaine. He’s the mastermind of it all. Next question?” “Why did Jack fire you?” Dr. Grant stepped over to the window, and stared out. “He’s had it in for me for a while. He’s a homophobe, and a total prick, and just because his dad’s the CEO, he walks all over people and gets away with it. I filed a suit against the company for workplace discrimination and sexual harassment, and his response was to fire me. So I’m adding wrongful termination to the list as well.” Elias’s memories of Jack the previous night only confirmed Dr. Grant’s accusations. “You said ‘sexual harassment’. Did he come on to you?” Dr. Grant whipped around, and gave Elias a pointed stare. “He’s a gay-basher, as I’m quite sure you know already. Don’t waste my time with dumb questions.” Elias was slowly getting frustrated with the lack of progress in the conversation. Any minute, Krell’s people could show up and find him in a place he shouldn’t be. “Did you set up any sort of anti-viral countermeasures?” Elias asked quickly. “Ask Johnathan Blaine,” the doctor repeated as he also became frustrated through the repetition. “You know, Krell should already have this information, because he keeps such thorough research notes.” Dr. Grant rolled his eyes hugely as he drew out the vowels to show sarcasm. This is going nowhere fast. Before Elias answered, he took another look around the room and at the photos on the wall. He decided on the sympathetic approach. “This man. You loved him, didn’t you. See, I’m recently married myself. His name is —” Elias stopped suddenly, realizing that giving his husband’s actual name could blow his cover. He decided on the first T-name that came to mind. “T-Todd. He’s the sweetest —” “Liar,” Dr. Grant said angrily. “His name isn’t Todd, and I want you out of my house this instant.” Elias sensed the danger gathering, and knowing Krell’s goons could appear any minute, he chose to comply. “All right. Sorry if I upset you,” he said with resignation. Elias moved swiftly to the front door. “Damn right you did,” Dr. Grant said while following Elias to the door. “I remember your face from the funeral, and I don’t appreciate this line of questioning. I’m sorry about your team, but my hands are clearly tied by your boss. You should already know what’s going on. And please, Hudson was it? Give Doctor Bingham – I mean, Doctor Kade – my regards.” Shit, he knows. Elias forgot to breathe as he realized his cover was blown from the get-go. Making it clear that his guest was unwelcome, Dr. Grant picked up the leaf broom by the door, and shook it in Elias’s direction. “I don’t want to see you again.” Elias showed himself out, and the door slammed behind him. He was back on the porch, blinking in the midday sunlight with almost no more information than he had when he arrived. The sunlight was uncomfortably harsh, and Elias squinted against it. Elias calmly but quickly went back to his car, and quickly got inside. When the door was closed, he sat there, processing what just happened. Resting his head against the steering wheel, he closed his eyes and sighed with relief that he got out before Krell’s team showed up. “Fuck, he knows who I am.” Elias raised his head, and sat blinking, wondering what it all meant. “And how the hell does he know about my team? I never told him about that…” He sighed softly as he found the keys, and prepared to start the car’s ignition. Then he remembered the text from Tex. No. Stay here, and see what happens. Elias left the keys in the ignition and waited for Krell’s men to show up. Before two minutes passed, an unassuming car came from the horizon, and parked far enough away from him that Elias could only see movement. Three men - one in a dark suit, and two in military gear, and all wearing dark sunglasses - marched up to Dr. Grant’s house. Elias watched with interest, but tried to remain inconspicuous. He couldn’t hear any words between them and Dr. Grant except for the occasional indistinct shouting, and before long, Dr. Grant was drawn from the dilapidated house. His clothing had not changed, and he walked to the car the men came in, followed closely by them. One clearly had a pistol in his hand, and was doing his best to keep it concealed from prying eyes and nosy neighbors. Dr. Grant didn't look too happy with this latest interruption to his morning. All four of them climbed into the non-descript vehicle, and drove back the way they came. Elias pulled out his phone, and sent a swift reply to Tex. “They took Dr. Grant. Got out before they arrived. They’re coming back now. I’m going back home.” For a moment, Elias just looked at Dr. Grant’s despoiled house, and wondered if the doctor had brought any research home with him. Given the haste with which they left, Elias considered the possibility of reentering the house and performing a search, but he didn’t know what he would be looking for. No, can’t do that. With my luck so far these past twenty-four hours, a neighbor would see me breaking in and call the police. That should be our last resort. With that decided, Elias put the key into the car’s ignition, and turned it. —--------- Helixion Genetics, Main Quarantine Tent. Quarantine camp. REDACTED LOCATION 12:12 MST. 31-Oct-20XX The building smelled heavily of plastic and disinfectant and sterilized air. An endless symphony of beeps and whirs from the medical equipment. Before Tex stood four massive glass chambers, each tall enough for a person to stand fully upright and have room to spare. Each one was occupied by a man strapped to a steeply-inclined exam table, a multitude of tubes and wires and monitors, and still leaving enough space for a second body to walk all the way around him. It was something straight out of a science-fiction movie. Tex never expected to see this with his own eyes. “Here we have three men and a specimen who were taken into custody last night,” Krell said calmly with a grand sweeping gesture. He was clearly proud of his captures. “These are the only subjects we found so far inside Building 3. Take a look.” In silent disbelief, Tex slowly approached the first chamber on the left. A middle-aged man in standard police gear was asleep on his table, though his incline was lower than the others. He didn’t recognize the man, but took him for building security, perhaps a Rent-a-Cop. Tex observed a printout of a single page attached to a clipboard on the exterior of the tube, and took it, reading silently. “Beaufort Oglethorpe Cosgrove”. Tex did a double-take as he read the absurd name. His parents must’ve hated him to give him a name like that. We’ll just call him Bo. B.O. Then Tex grinned slightly. B.O.C. Boc-Boc. He visualized a chicken on a farm somewhere, and tried not to laugh. Distracted by his joke, Tex couldn’t really focus on the man’s medical numbers. They blurred together on the page, reading but not comprehending or retaining any information beyond BOC-BOC. He put the file back in the slot, and as he moved to the next, he noticed Krell had left him by himself. Well. That’s lucky. Who else do we have here? Tex moved to the next chamber in the row, and was hardly surprised to see Jack. Good, they caught the little fucker. He’s the reason we lost Gravestone last night. Before Tex’s anger could fully reach the surface, another thought intruded. He’s also the reason you got out last night. It could have been ME in here if we hadn’t got out. As Tex came closer to the chamber, Jack raised his head, and tried to wrestle free from his restraints. “It's you!” Jack shouted. “You gotta get me out of here! I don't belong here! I didn't do anything wrong! Please get me out! PLEASE! I swear I'll be good!!” The soldier standing next to the glass slammed his hand on the glass several times, causing Jack to jump at the sound. “Hey, Crazy! Keep it down in there already!” Shocked, Tex’s mind raced as he tried to think of an excuse to explain away sudden outburst from Jack. Thankfully, he needn’t bother. “Don’t mind him… crazy fucker in there has been saying that to everyone he sees,” the nameless soldier said lazily. “I'm not crazy!” Jack wailed. “You saw what they did, and now you're here, and I'm here, and we have to go! Please don't let them hurt me!” Jack continued struggling, but his leather restraints held fast. Jack wasn't going anywhere until someone decided to release him. “Don't let them spit on me anymore, I can't stand it…” Jack began to sob. Tex felt a touch of sympathy for the man, but knew he couldn't let Jack out of his confines. A machine beeped, and Jack slowly became sedated and said no more. Tex shook his head, but filed this information away in the appropriate place. The next one contained one of the smilers. He, too, was strapped to a table, and asleep, but fully upright. Seeing one of these things in the light was unsettling, and it brought back the memories of watching a rape on the security monitors, and one of these beasts striking Gravestone and scratching Elias. Tex wished he could bring his shotgun to the camp so he could blow out the brains of these abominations. I’d sure like to show them how we handle varmits like these in Texas. They are clearly studying it. I wonder who this was before. Finally, he came to the last chamber. Inside, also strapped down like the others, was none other than Zero, stripped down to his underwear. And he looked rather unwell - his skin was splotchy, small rashes had broken out in various places, and his head lolled curiously to one side. His breathing was ragged, and he was covered in a sharp sheen of sweat. His mouth looked slightly deformed, as if he were wearing an oversized mouthguard to keep him from biting his tongue. Zero had always been a small, nimble-looking man, and Tex showered with him on a couple occasions on base, but Zero's figure never resembled one of an elite gymnast. So Tex was in shock for at least two reasons when he realized that his comrade had developed significantly since three weeks ago. Zero’s abs were tight, his arms and torso muscles all perfectly rounded, showcasing him in the best shape of his life. The size difference was pronounced all the more by the presence of solid muscle pushing his veins to their absolute surface all across his body in a bizarre roadmap. Zero looked directly at Tex, but his mind wasn't processing it. Damn, they got him, too. I don't know which fate is worse - this, or capture by the monsters. Why's he so… big all of a sudden? When his presence didn’t get any kind of visual response, Tex came as close to Zero as the glass wall would allow, hoping for some kind of reaction. Zero continued his glassy-eyed stare as Tex returned his gaze helplessly. As Tex observed the setup, his heart sank. Sweet Jesus, what have they done to him… Tex glanced over at the nameless soldier by Jack’s chamber - from the angle between his position and Tex’s, there was no way the soldier could see what Tex was about to do unless he moved from his position. He stepped back from the glass, and took out his phone, flipping it to record as he silently hoped that the camera’s quality would be good enough to record evidence. He slowly walked, pretending to send a text as he walked, letting the camera then pan to the smiler in the other chamber. He got several seconds of footage and pocketed the device before Krell could return and catch him in the act. Zero slowly turned his head, and blinked gently at Tex. There. A flash of recognition. “You… he injected me. He did this—” Zero said softly. Tex looked back as Zero looked in the direction of where Krell went. Giving Zero the barest of nods, he watched as Zero’s head lolled back. Suddenly, alarms went off as Zero began to seize and spasm on his table. His eyes bulged as he fought against the restraints. His heart rate jumped and the machines began to beep faster in a panic. An alarm went off somewhere inside the chamber. Tex inhaled sharply as he watched his friend suffer a violent seizure. Zero succeeded in tearing one of his straps, and as he did so, Krell and some medics rushed into the room. The medics ran to the chamber, and unlocking it, they stepped inside and began assisting Zero. One of them drew a curtain across the glass, blocking Tex’s view of their proceedings. “What the hell happened?” Krell demanded of Tex. “I – I – I don’t know,” Tex stammered. “One minute he was fine, and the next, he had a seizure. What’s wrong with him?” “Did you approach the subject?” Krell asked accusingly. “No,” Tex said, casting his eyes on the floor while he heard the noise of Zero’s chamber continue. “I was … just coming to look for you. Where did you go?” “None of your concern.” Krell’s lips twisted into a snarl. “If you disturb the subjects, you could find yourself joining them if you’re not careful.” Tex returned his gaze to Zero’s chamber. The noise slowly began to settle down, and the curtain was drawn back. Tex could see that Zero’s table was now lowered to an even plane, and his restraints replaced. One of the medics emerged from the room, wearing a protective mask, and she approached Krell. “Patient’s stable again,” she said lightly. “They’re starting an IV to keep him sedated while he undergoes the trans –” “Thank you, Miss Vega, that will be all,” Krell interrupted in a loud voice so Tex would miss what else she said. “Is he ready for another dose?” “Yes, General.” “Good. Don’t let this happen again.” The other medics came out of the chamber, all wearing protective facial gear. Tex could not make out any distinctive features of them beyond their skin tone and hair colors. Turning back to Tex, Krell said, “These specimens are very important to understanding what happened here last night, Lieutenant Vahn. For your own safety, you are not to interact with them unless I give you orders to do so. Understood?” “Yes, sir,” Tex answered quietly. “Miss Vega, will you take the lieutenant here to his work station?” She didn’t answer, but motioned for Tex to follow her. Tex took one more look back at Zero. I’ll do what I can to help him. He is our best witness to the General’s laundry list of crimes against humanity here. Tex followed the other medics out of the tent, and Krell walked back to Zero’s chamber. He pressed a few buttons, unlocked it, and stepped inside. Zero stared up at the ceiling, seeing nothing, and hearing nothing. Krell walked around him completely, and came to a standing medical table. He removed a small bottle from his pocket, and finding a syringe, loaded it up with the chemical inside the bottle. When the dose was measured correctly, Krell walked back around to Zero, and inserted the needle in the IV. The compound was injected slowly until the syringe was empty. Satisfied, Krell withdrew the needle, capped it, and pocketed it with the tiny bottle. He leaned down so only Zero could hear him, if he was aware at all. “Thank you for doing this service for your country.” Krell stood back up, adjusted his tie, and calmly walked out of the tent.

Today. Went to the bathhouse in Amsterdam. Took 27 different bare cocks. Some tops fucked me more times. They really loved my loose hole. Some of them where really big. Some cocks only fucked me for a few minutes. I took 6 loads. One guy fucked me and he didn't make a sound. He pulled out and the cum was oozing out of my hole and running over my balls. I really love this feeling. The suana was crowded, but there was to little action. I left at 22:00h. My hole is still very hungry......

Note: Recently I read "The Conversion Party" by BadBob214. One of the readers said he woudl have picked a different top to poz him. That insprired me to write my own version. My thanks to BadBob214 and the reader for the inspriation.... I found the address easily enough, then sat in my car feeling terribly nervous -- so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension, and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted and needed. It was my destiny. The instructions on the invite were simple. “The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread ‘The Gift.’ I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no one is taking PrEP or any other oral precaution. This is, of course, a bareback-only event. Condoms are strictly prohibited. “Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the front door, it will be unlocked. Enter and remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If you’re a poz top breeder, take a red wrist band. If you’re neg and here to be bred, take a green wrist band. Or wear something that makes it clear you’re looking to be bred. Then enter through the inner door to the living room.” A couple of weeks before the party, I stopped taking PrEP. The wristband color thing seemed boring. I had decided instead to wear something feminine to advertise my negative status. I bought a cute woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black band and a small round face, and a fake diamond solitaire engagement ring. I thought these would send clear signals that I was there to receive “The Gift,” as the host called it. When I arrived, I took off my clothes and shoved them into an empty bag. At least two dozen others were already filled with other men’s clothes. I stood naked inside the front door, wearing my girlie watch and pretty ring. I was still nervous but my excitement was now overwhelming. My cock began to stiffen, oozing precum; my hole felt sensitive and ready to welcome penetration. A cute guy wearing a green wrist band checked me out, smiled, and said in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, that jewelry is so pretty. Wish I had thought of something like that instead of just this silly wrist band.” I felt myself blush as I replied, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. The room was dimly lit but enough light glinted off my ring for it to be visible; my thin watchband was also obvious. I crossed my arms so my jewelry would be seen and took a deep breath. There were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of young men on their knees sucking cock. One had long hair and wore a lacy black teddy instead of a green wrist band. Two guys were on the floor, one on all fours and the second behind on his knees with a red wrist band rimming the first guy’s hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. Soon he mounted his bottom. A few men moved closer to watch. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood, and his top turned him around and began fingering his ass. They moved near a wall; the front guy put his hands on it and spread his legs. The other moved behind him and pushed his cock into the first guy’s hole. I heard the one in front grunt. Soon they, too, and an audience making obscene comments. No one was wasting any time. A tall man approached me. He was wearing a green band. I caught the disappointment in his eyes as he saw my jewelry. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. I moaned softly into his kiss. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my watch and he whispered in my ear, “Very cute. More creative than a green wrist band.” I smiled and we resumed kissing. Now my cock was rock hard. As we kissed, the door from which I’d just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh, covered with many tattoos. His long cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing a red band. I immediately lost interest in the man who had been making out with me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps toward us. He looked at me and smiled, “Ah, fresh meat.” I reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomer’s hard man meat and pumped it gently. I glanced down and saw that the tatoo above his cock was a poison symbol. He pulled me close and spoke into my ear. “I’m not just HIV-positive. I have AIDS and the medication stopped working. The doctors say I don’t have much longer. Few men will have sex with me anymore. I have to come to parties like this one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I replied. I felt the room seem to spin. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply, his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks. I’m really doing this, I thought to myself. I tasted mouthwash on his breath and found with my tongue that he was missing several teeth. “I used to be young and beautiful like you. Now look at me.” “I don’t care,” I said. “I want to give myself to you and let you use my body for your pleasure.” He looked me deep in my eyes. I felt he could see into my soul. “What’s your name?” “Andy.” “Andy, I’m Stuart. We’re not supposed to use names here, but I want you to know who blessed you with his toxic seed and remember it.” “I will, Stuart. Always.” I shivered for a moment as I considered how AIDS could ravage a man’s body. Stuart must’ve been very handsome. Before. To my surprise, I still found him very sexy, just what I needed this night. “Let’s find a bed,” he said. He took me by the hand up some stairs. We opened a couple of doors and found the rooms occupied by men fucking, sometimes only two, sometimes a group. We could’ve joined them but Stuart clearly wanted me for himself. We finally found an empty room with nothing in it but a single bed. It was covered with a sheet stained with dried cum and traces of blood. I knelt in front of Stuart, opened my lips, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. His precum was delicious! He placed his hands on either side of my head; I placed mine on the sides of his ass cheeks. Stuart had lost so much weight I could feel his hip bones. I thought how sad it was that a beautiful man was losing his life because he loved other men. Suddenly it meant so much more to be receiving “The Gift” from him. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I heard him moan. “Oh, God, it’s been a while since another man sucked my cock. You are one fine cocksucker, Andy.” I was thrilled that he was enjoying my mouth and I let him go until he hit the back of my throat. He humped my mouth in a steady rhythm. I hoped he wouldn’t cum because I wanted his seed in my ass, but I would let him decide. Stuart pulled out of my mouth and drew me to a standing position. He was much taller than me. He wrapped me in his embrace and kissed me deeply again. I could taste his illness; I felt the bones of his disease-ravage body. To my surprise, I was incredibly turned on. “Lie down on the bed,” he said. I obeyed automatically, as if in a trance. Then, “Pull up your legs and spread them.” Again, I complied. Stuart applied some lube to his long cock. When he started to finger my hole, he was rough. Very rough. Scratching my insides with his long nails, he said, “You understand, Andy, why I’m doing this? Even though I know it hurts.” “Yes,” I gasped, as the sharp pain made me wince. After a few minutes, he used a Kleenex to wipe my hole. He inspected it and then showed me the bloody results. “You are ready now to receive my gift. This is your last chance to leave.” He stared deep into my eyes. The effect was hypnotic – I was unable to move. My mouth went dry. Then Stuart joined me on the bed and placed the slick tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. After a few moments of gentle but steady pressure, it opened to the intruder, and his cock started to work its way relentlessly inside me. I felt an intense burning sensation, soon joined by a delicious fullness. Then the burning gave way to a deep warmth that radiated from my ass to the rest of my body. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, Stuart penetrated me until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. I saw the deep concentration on his face as he focused on his own pleasure. Stuart lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deeply again, pressing my thighs against my chest. “You are mine now, Andy. Soon we will be joined forever by my seed, my toxic seed. It will take over your body. You may escape my fate – I certainly hope that you do – but my gift will be with you as long as you live.” “I want that, Stuart,” I replied. “Fill me with your seed. Poz me. I want it, all of it.” As he began to thrust in and out, I grasped his thin forearms. I could feel his bones under his skin. My solitaire ring sparkled in the light cast by the overhead bulb. Then I realized we weren’t alone. Several other men had entered the room, watching us silently. They all wore red wrist bands. I heard one of them say, “I’m glad Stuart found someone to fuck. He doesn’t have much time left.” I heard murmurs of agreement. Now Stuart began to pound my ass, breathing hard, his face taut with effort and passion. My ass was on fire. His full, heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. My cock, rock hard, bounced around with each thrust. I kneaded his abdomen with my finger nails, helping to draw out his cum. “Here it comes, Andy!” he shouted. “Here comes my poz load! Take it.” And with a deep, guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, thrust after thrust. With each inward pulse, I pictured the ribbons of toxic cum shooting deep into me, mixing with my blood. I was thrilled as I thought, We just mated. Stuart just impregnated me. His toxic babies will grow inside me. Stuart collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The men in the room clapped and cheered. I held himt close, wrapping my arms and legs around his wasted body, my ass clenching his cock as it slowly softened. I didn’t want to lose any of his toxic seed. As I gently caressed his back, I became aware of the sores that marred his skin. I now fully understood what the other men had said. One of them spoke, breaking the silence of the room. “This boy belongs to Stuart tonight. No one else fucks him.” They filed out and closed the door. I felt his cock slowly soften inside me. Suart eased off me and we lay facing each other. He kissed me softly. “Andy, you’ve made a very sick man very happy tonight.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I am yours for the rest of the night,” I whispered. I was surprised by how quickly he hardened against my thigh. This time I rolled him onto his back, straddled his waist, guided his cock to my waiting hole, and impaled myself on his dick. I rocked forward and back as he gripped my hips. I saw the look of intense pleasure on his face as I worked my ass, rising and falling. I gradually increased the rhythm, my delicate hands playing with the hairs on his chest, my pretty jewelry making me feel feminine even though I had never felt more like a gay man. I think we were both surprised by how quickly he came. I felt the wetness deep, deep inside me. When he softened and slipped out of my ass, I felt a little of his cum drip from my hole, even though I tried t clench it. I wished I had thought to bring a butt plug. Oh, well. We both drifted off to sleep. My nap was filled with lurid, erotic dreams, wit me being fucked by a line of gaunt, diseased men. I was awakened an hour later by Stuart’s hands rolling me onto my belly. He knelt behind me and spread my legs. I lay motionless, my face resting on my hands. I felt his cock rubbing my crack. With each stroke, it grew harder and longer. Then he guided the tip to my hole and pushed into me. As he passed my sphincter, a grunt escaped my throat. I felt his body press down on my back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being a pussy for an AIDS top, don’t you?” I nodded. “Of course you do. It’s what you always needed, Andy, and now it’s real.” He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders. I turned and looked at his hands, the flesh taut. Then I looked over my shoulders, and Stuart leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt an orgasm welling up inside me. “I’m gonna cum,” I declared, in a strange, high-pitched voice. “Yes, baby,” Stuart said. “Cum for daddy. Your last negative load.” With that, I exploded, spurts of my jism coating the sheet and my belly. Stuart wasn’t far behind. He slammed my ass again and again until I heard the familiar deep sigh of a male who has mated with his bitch. More wetness inside me. I felt a stinging sensation from the open wounds being rubbed raw. It was painful but also deeply satisfying. I replay that amazing night in my mind every chance I get.

Who else loves when the guy pushes your head down sometimes fast but basically takes control? I love it when I just go up and down at the pace of someone else’s hands. I can do this for 30-40 minutes straight. It is my happy place.

Well, Hillarycare tried in ‘93. And the original proposal for ACA might have essentially achieved - or at least put us well on the path to achieve - full UHC. Even the ACA legislation that was signed into law was pretty terrific. But the Supreme Court got its slimey, little hands on it, so now ACA is just a patchwork, small step. And why shouldn’t the wealthiest not pay anything for it? They’ve essentially exempted themselves from almost all tax requirements. (Watched a remarkable Facebook reel last night from a Boston University legal scholar about all the ways they corrupt the system. Here it is, but be warned that it’s 26 minutes long. Really explains well why we can’t have nice things. [think before following links] https://fb.watch/CYWXJ3QFmW/?fs=e @hntnhole and @tobetrained, sorry I’m out of reactions already today. Thank you both for contributing to respectful, thoughtful discussion.

Gono, Herpes, Chlamydia. Had them all before heading to college. Regular at public clinic.

The year was 2010. The dim glow of the laptop screen illuminated Darren’s face, casting shadows across his sharp cheekbones and the shaved contours of his head. At 42, he had mastered the art of discretion, his lean frame and clean-shaven jawline projecting an air of quiet confidence. But tonight, alone in his sparsely furnished apartment, he allowed himself a rare indulgence: scrolling through profiles on BBRTS. The anonymity of the platform was both thrilling and terrifying, a digital playground where his deepest desires could be explored without judgment—or so he told himself. His fingers moved methodically, clicking through profile after profile, until they paused at one whose private photos had been opened for him and a message just saying "Hi" had been received. There he was: profile name LoyalBrother. The man’s photos were artistically filtered but what emerged was a swimmer's physique with a layer of fat and a vascularity that hinted at a life lived boldly. Darren’s heart quickened as his eyes traced the curves of LoyalBrother’s body, his gaze lingering on the fat cut cock. But it was the status beneath the photos that caught his breath: ‘positive’. Darren’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind racing. He knew what that meant. He’d seen it before, always scrolling past, always reminding himself of the risks. Darren had been barebacking for a few years now. At first only with guys who professed to be negative. More recently he had graduated to taking bare cock from undetectable guys believing that was even lower risk. Still, he drew the line a detectable guys. But LoyalBrother’s profile was different. There was something magnetic about him, a raw authenticity that drew Darren in despite his better judgment. After a moment’s hesitation, he began to type: “Flattered, but I don’t think we should hook up. Your status…” The response came quickly, as if Randy had been waiting. “I’m positive, yeah, but I can fuck you with a condom. No risk.” Darren’s breath hitched as he read the words, his chest tightening with a mix of desire and fear. He knew the risks, had been drilled into him since his early twenties. But LoyalBrother’s casual assurance was disarming, a challenge to the boundaries Darren had carefully constructed. His fingers trembled as he replied, “If we met, I wouldn’t trust myself to stick to that. I’d want you to cum in me.” The words felt like a confession, a secret he’d never voiced aloud. But there was something liberating about typing them, about acknowledging the forbidden thrill that had haunted his fantasies for years. LoyalBrother’s response was immediate, bold, and unapologetic: “Sounds like you’re into it. Come over.” Darren’s pulse pounded in his ears, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to say yes, to surrender to the raw, unfiltered desire that LoyalBrother’s words had awakened. But fear held him back, a voice in his head whispering of consequences, of danger. “I’m tempted, but…” Darren’s fingers faltered as he typed, the ellipsis hanging in the air like an unspoken question. He thought of his righteous upbringing, of the years spent hiding his true self, of the carefully curated life he’d built. And yet, here he was, teetering on the edge of something reckless, something exhilarating. LoyalBrother’s tone softened, just a touch, as he replied: “No pressure. But if you ever want to talk..." Darren typed back a quick "Thanks." "By the way, your pics suck," LoyalBrother messaged, "If you ever want better pics taken, I’m a pretty good amateur photographer.” The offer was casual, almost offhand, but Darren sensed an underlying intent. It was true his pictures sucked. He had done his best to take them on his own in a mirror, but there was only so much he could accomplish. On the other hand, the setup seemed bound to tempt him into sex. And Darren didn't trust himself. The most he could bring himself to say by way of reply was that he'd think about it. Darren logged off, the screen fading to black, but his mind remained alive with images of LoyalBrother’s lean face, his body, the weight of him pressing Darren into the mattress. His hand drifted down to his cock, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxers as he imagined the other guy’s hands doing the same. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy take hold—LoyalBrother’s raw heat filling him, the forbidden thrill of bare skin against bare skin, the unspoken longing for something more. His breath quickened as he stroked himself, his thoughts a tangled mess of desire and danger. He imagined LoyalBrother’s lips brushing against his ear, whispering filthy promises, his hands gripping Darren’s hips as he thrust deep inside him. The fantasy was intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and arousal that left Darren trembling. As he neared the edge, his mind lingered on the line between fantasy and reality, on the quiet ache of what could be. He thought of the unspoken power dynamics that had drawn him in, of the raw, unfiltered hunger that had awakened within him. And then, with a ragged gasp, he came, his release a messy, desperate spill into his hand. The room was silent afterward, the only sound Darren’s heavy breathing as he lay back against the couch, his heart still pounding. His mind was a blur of emotions—regret, longing, excitement—but beneath it all was a quiet, unspoken truth. He wanted more. Not just the fantasy, not just the thrill of danger, but something deeper, something real. The laptop sat closed on the coffee table, Randy’s profile a ghost in the machine. Darren’s hand rested on his chest, his fingers tracing the faint outline of his heartbeat. The city outside his window pulsed with life, a reminder of the world beyond his apartment walls. Darren took a deep breath, his thoughts lingering on the offer, on the unspoken promise of connection. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, he allowed himself to linger in the ache of what could be, the quiet, unspoken longing for something more.

my dirty hole after being used by 2 tops

Any time I see a porn with condoms I ignore it. Definitely a boner killer.

Well it finally happened... I took my first BBC Ive been chatting with a young 22 year old on sniffies for a while and we could never get our schedules to line up. hes got a beautiful 8inch cut bbc that i just need. I wake up this morning to find a dm from him saying bro im hosting can you come over this morning. Im thinking well perfect its early enough i can get ready so i said yup give me like 45 minutes and shoot me a dm at 730 and ill get the address from you. he says bet. I get cleaned out and toy myself a bit since im horny. I shoot him a message at 730. nada. im like great a waste of time yet again. Now im looking at the area hes hosting and it reminds me of a guy on that exact same street that stood me up last year... is it him? maybe... i head to the gas station and grab fuel. I check and nothing. I wait 5 minutes and finally a dm. I ask for the address and make sure its a house and not an apt or something stupid. its a house. he says come in take your pants off and bend over let me do my thing. i reply cool ill be there in 9 minutes. I shoot over and drive passed the house to see the front door just ajar. i park and walk up. I come in and hes at the door in the dark. Im like awesome this is gunna happen. He points over to the couch and i strip down to my jock strap and t shirt and bend over. He rims me for a couple minutes then asks if i can suck it. hells yes. i get down and start blowing him and its hard as a rock and clean. hes on his phone texting what i assumed was a baby momma or something. I ignore it and keep working that great cock. 30 seconds later i hear the door open. i stop and try to pull off he pulls me back and pushes my head back to blow him. what the fuck is going on. I look and out of the corner of my eye i see someone else approaching. Its another guy and i see him drop his pants. its another BBC! Fuck Yes! i switch and blow his buddy then back to my host back and forth until his buddy sits on the couch and im forced to bend over. My ass is in the air and i see a flash behind me so hes getting pics and i dont care im in heaven. he gets behind me lines it up grabs the lube i brought and starts to fuck me. hes moaning and pounding hard his buddy bends over spreading my ass for him and forcing his cock deep down my throat i can barely breath but i chose his cock over breathing... if i die this is how i want it spit roasted between two bbc. his buddy stands up and then they switch places. i rarely do ATM but for these two fuck it. they take turns swapping places for the next few minutes and then bend me over the couch both fucking me for a 2 oe 3 minutes then swap. they both whisper that theyre so close and dont want to cum yet. I tell them im theirs to use. I arch my back like a good slut and i hear one say oh fuck yes im cumming in his ass now. he shoves it in and fucks for another 3 then i feel his hot cum. he pulls out and i feel the other get in immedietly. its so slick and the sounds of his balls slapping against me was so hot he pulls out shoots on my hole then pushes in hard and deep. He pulls out his buddy is gone and its just my host there. a nod and i get dressed and out of there. Walking to my car i check my phone and theres a great cock pic waiting in grindr. I look and omg im drooling. i shoot him a reply im ready now lubed and freshly fucked. he sends his address and same thing come in bend over im cuming and you leave. I check the address 5 minutes away. I shoot over nice house rich neighborhood i get another dm a hard white cock about 9 inches and girthy. he says his wife cant take it and he hopes i can. i said yup i should be good and ready for you. he says come in the garage and bend over the weight bench. fuckin hot.... i get in and do just that. i hear him walk behind me and blind fold me. while tying the blindfold i feel his cock at my face and i start to suck. hes leaking a lot and i start slobbering. hes moaning and says how many loads you got? I tell him two he says well youre going to get a 3rd here in a second. He pulls out and starts play with his head. im feeling it and grab his shaft and tell him im not going no where and do your worst. hes throbbing and eases in all the way. this thing is like a can and hurts for about 2 seconds and my ass opens up like it belongs. he starts to fuck hard and deep telling me im such a slut, 15 minutes of this and hes grunitng and i feel the familiar hot load in me... my god i havent been fucked since april and here i am with 3 loads in one day... he withdraws and puts a butt plug in me, says its a gift from his wife.... apparently shes been watching on the garage cam the entire time... fuckin hot. I get dressed scared to check my phone... another dm on grindr, older guy nice 6inch cock says hes in his work truck and needs to blow a load. i tell him ive just been fucked and ready if he wants to add his. I get told head to the park and ride find the plumbing truck and get in. I drive over sore as hell thinking im going to be late for work and say well this will never happen again in my life... i get there and its parked waaay in the corner. i park next to him and get around back. he opens it up bottomless hard. im commited its a nice cock. i blow him and he tells me hes not going to last long and wants to breed me. I bend over and he finds the plug in me pulls it out and a hear a glob of cum hit the floor. he says oh no lets refill that. he fucks for maybe 10 pumps and blows a super hot load in me... grabs the plug and tries to dp it in with him. he goes soft while its in and comes out. i get dressed and rush over to my shop. Writing this with 4 loads of cum and some strangers plug in me at my shop talking to customers is amazing. i check sniffies and host 1 drops his cell says come over again tonight... host 2 says lets meet for drinks with the wife. last top deleted his account (always does)

Been there done that.

Having played the role of doorman/monitor--and fucked the cumdump during the slow times to keep his loads churned--I really recommend that you have someone you know be there. For everybody's safety.

Mine has come a long way since my original post in 2022. Thanks to adding "gape training" (Wearing a gape keeper, mare maker or snuckle for 2-3 hours a day most days) to my stretch training and frequent fisting play experiences, I take double frequently and my hole doesn't fully close, which I love. On the reality check side to achieving the pig hole fantasy, I do have to use my built in shower shot and hose out everyday without fail, and I have to wear a diaper after heavy play because i can't keep the lube and cum from leaking out of me, but it's worth being so loose (and getting looser) and open.

that asian boy needs to be gangbanged by a bunch of hung daddies day and night

Chapter 5 —— Jacob ——— It had been a very eventful shift, especially for it being only my second day. We were really busy again and I got to meet a lot of our regulars. Plus after the lunch rush I got to see Ant’s big uncut dick and balls when his pants betrayed him durning a squat and ripped open to revel is glorious package. Then durning the dinner rush I got to work with Kenny for the first time. He was a nice guy. He was probably the oldest of the guys, well besides Ant and Buck. He looked to me mid to late 20s. He had a kind of otter cub build, was about 5’9 and medium build (not fat but not skinny), with his arms and legs (he was wearing shorts) covered in brown hair, head was shaved and he had various tats all over his body save his face and head. He also wore a nose piercing and each ear had several piercings. As we worked he explained he been working her almost and long as Trevor, only being hired a month after him. So Jayden had been the first hired and worked for the shop for like 3 years before he left. Trevor had been there almost 2 years, Kenny after him, and Lance just under a year. Kenny seemed to love working here. He had nothing but good things to say about the customers, his fellow workers, and Buck. After the rush had slowed down Kenny told me to go ahead and find Ant to see about going home. Ant was in the kitchen and he decided it was a good time for me and Trevor to clock out. He gave me another envelope full of my share of the tips. In two days I had made $517 in tips. My inner demon told me this had to be because it had been extra busy or the customers took pity on the new guy. I had noticed it started to rain about a hour ago and I was psyching myself up my for the ride home in it as I clocked out. After clocking out I grabbed my backpack from the break room. When I turned around Trevor was behind me getting his bag as well. “Hey bud, I know you rode in today and if you want I can give you a lift home. Your bike will fit in the bed of the El Camino.” Trevor had a big genuine smile on his face like the offer wasn’t just an invite born out of obligation to be nice to the new kid. “Thanks for the offer but I don’t want to put you out. I am sure my place is out of your way home.” I didn’t want to impose on his time. I knew he worked a lot and really hard. I am sure he wanted to get home and rest. “It’s no problem man, really! I can let my new little bro get soaked in this. Plus, it can be dangerous riding in the rain. Come on let’s go get your bike in the bed and get going.” Trevor didn’t wait for me to respond. He took my bike lock key from my hand and opened the shop’s back door and was around the corner before I could get anything out. I hurried out after him closing the door behind us. By the time I got to the parking lot he had my bike over to his car and was lifting it into the bed. “The door is unlocked go ahead and get in while I secure this” His tone was friendly but I could hear the command in it. I knew it wasn’t of mean spirit he just seemed to really care about me getting home safe. I thanked him and climbed into the car. He had restored the inside of the car as well and done a great job. It looked like it had just came off the factory floor. I buckled up and waited for him to join me feeling a little guilty about him getting wet and me being dry in his car. He climbed into the driver side wet but thankfully not soaked. He had his normal goofy smile showing. He started the car and 70s music blasted for a minute before he turned it down. He explained his parents were kids of the 70s so he had learned to love all things from the era. He got my address from me and let out a laugh when I told him. It turns out my house was 2 blocks from his place. As we drove toward home we started talking. He asked me how I liked working at the shop so far and listening to all positive feedback. I honestly told him I didn’t have anything negative to say about it. He told me about how he’s started there and how he has loved it since day one. How good of bosses Ant and Buck were. That they really cared about their employees. He told me also cared deeply for family. Going on to say that Buck didn’t work Sundays because he watched his nieces that day. The most he’d do is open the store then leave it to us, insuring we had proper staffing. The girls would always be there with him when he unlocked the store then they be on their way for some fun excursion or another. There had also been a few times when he had left the shop because the school called not being able to reach the girls parents when one of them were sick. Trevor said that they always laughed when Buck got nervous and ran like the wind for what turned out to be a simple tummy ache. Even though they kidded him they could see he thought those girls hung the moon and he’d walk through fire for them. He also explained his caring didn’t stop there. The shop always sponsored a basketball tournament at a city park near the store to raise money for the local youth LGBT center. That was Ant’s baby and he always spear headed it, but Buck was right behind him and put the shop up as the main sponsor. Buck also had one day every quarter where a local charity would be picked to be the benefit of a “giving day”. All the profit from that day would go to the selected charity. We’d put out a donation cup for said charity to raise more money that day too. Trevor said the staff always donated their cash tips for that day too. Not that it was required but we all wanted to help out even if it was just a few hundred bucks. I nodded to that knowing I’d be donating my tips on those days too. Those days helped different worthy groups. Sometimes the women’s shelter, or the food pantry, or a senior citizen center, and so on. The only rule was they had to serve the local community. Trevor explained that the shop was a success primarily because the locals took a risk on it when we opened and then continued to support it and still do. Thats why Buck wanted to try and give back to the community. I was in aw of how generous Buck and the rest of the guys were. They did really seem to care. Plus it was clear from what Trevor said and what I had seen so far that Buck led by example with his actions. We pulled up to my house right about the time Trevor had finish telling me about the charity days. The house was dark and both of the cars were gone. Mom at work. It was almost a guarantee Ralph was at the bar. Trevor asked if no one was home. I told him both my parents were working, lying about Ralph. Before I could say bye and get out though he put the car in gear and drove away from the curb. He simply told me that his new little bro wasn’t going to have dinner alone. I tried weakly to protest but he wouldn’t hear it. I know if I had truly asked him to turn around and take me home he would have. Instead we drove over two blocks. He parked in the driveway of a duplex but when we got out he had me follow him to the attached neighbors house. He walked right in not bothering to knock. I followed him apprehensively not sure what was going on. In the kitchen a short round older woman with the same red hair as Trevor stood by the stove. He leaned down to kiss her as she hugged his neck. He introduced me to her as his mom but when he told me her name she swatted him and said to just call her mom like all the other boys from the shop did. She then enveloped me in a hug. A older man looking like Trevor without all the muscles (who was clearly his dad) came into the kitchen as she released me. We shook hands as I was introduced to him by name but again I was told to just call him dad. Trevor explained all the people from the shop had been to his parent’s house and visited regularly for a meal. He said they were like the shops adopted parents even to Buck and Ant. We sat down to a table full of delicious looking and smelling food. The main course was a meatloaf but there were all kinds of different sides to accompany it. I had eaten myself to the point of bursting when Trevor’s mom put a home made cheese cake in front of us. I made room for dessert as soon as I saw it. Afterward dinner I offered to help clean up but I was shooed from the sink. Trevor’s parent told use to go over to his place and have fun doing whatever it is boys did nowadays. I was given a hug goodbye from both his parents. “Wow you have great parents Trevor. Plus your mom knows how to cook!” I told him as we walked in his front door. “You must love living next to them. “ “You can call me Trev man. But yea when this place came open to rent I snapped it up. I love them. They can be a little goofy sometimes but they are the best.” He replied as he took his shoes off by the door. I followed his lead and kicked mine off. “Her food is great and don’t tell her I said this but Buck by far has made the best food I have ever eaten. He used to be a super highly sought chef, trained in Paris, worked his way up to being one of the top sous chefs in the city. He could of been head chef anywhere he wanted I am sure if that dick Chad hadn’t cheated on him” My ears perked up at that. I thought Buck was straight. I assumed Lance was the only other gay staff member. “Buck had a boyfriend? He is gay?” I asked for clarification. “Oh yea, everyone at the shop is either gay or bi. Ant and Jayden before he left were our bi guys. The rest of us are gay” He said nonchalantly. “Wow I wouldn’t have guessed that. I thought it was just me and maybe Lance. Also what kind of moron cheats on someone as good as Buck!” I felt my hackles rising at this idiot named Chad. How could he have hurt someone as nice and caring and sexy as Buck! The nerve!!!!! ”Yea we are all part of the queer club. That’s another reason why the community supports us. We are a gay owned business employing a queer staff. It’s not really billed as it but the local area around the shop is basically the cities gayborhood.” He told me. I hadn’t been out in the scene so I didn’t know there was a gayborhood or that it was so close to my neighborhood. It was nice to know I’d landed at a place that was accepting and in a welcoming area. “As far as that choad Chad, he just a dumbass. I don’t know much beyond he cheated on Buck and that made Buck decide to change his life because he wasn’t happy. He opened the pizza shop as a way to have a fresh start I would guess. He doesn’t talk about it and we don’t bring it up to him. Not that he’d get mad or anything it’s just settled business for him it seems so we keep it that way. I am sure Ant knows the full story, they have been friends since they were kids, but he wouldn’t say anything. He’s a steal trap that one, tell him a secret and it will never pass his lips.” Trev continued explaining the mysterious world of Buck. “Do you know why the shop is called Scorpion Pizza?” I blurted out, hungry for more knowledge. “Oh curious about that?” Trev laughed as he asked me. “Everyone is. I can’t say I know every reason why but from what I have got out of Buck since I started working there is that I figure it has to do with being stung and not getting stung again. Or something along those lines.” That made sense in a way but I figured there was probably more to it. I didn’t want to push it so I just nodded in acceptance of the explanation. “So why does Ant call Buck Daddy Scorpion?” Trying to put another piece of the puzzle in place. That brought another laugh from Trev. “Oh, it’s a nickname some our original and now regular customers gave him. With the shop’s name and logo they came up with nicknames for us. He’s Daddy Scorpion and we are all his scorpion boys, even Ant. So when we are all feeling silly we call each other that or call Buck by Daddy Scorpion. It’s all in good fun.” That also made complete sense, but I had a gut feeling that wasn’t the full story either. But before I could go to far into it Trev brought me a soda and turned on a video game. We spent a couple hours playing games, talking about this and that, and just kind of bonding. I didn’t really have many friends outside the few I kept from high school but they had all gone to college. It was good to start making a new one. A little after 11 I told Trev I needed to head home. To my surprise he got up, grabbed his keys from the table by the door, and slipped his shoes on. He opened the door for me clearly intending to take me home. I would have said I could ride home since it had stopped raining, but I had learned that him being protective and helpful was just a part of his core personality. It was best not to argue about it. I thanked him as he dropped me off and helped me unload my bike. He hugged me goodbye and wished me a goodnight as he got back in his car and drove home. Ralph still wasn’t home so I went in and made a very quick plate for both him and mom and put it in the fridge. I cleaned up quickly then took a shower and slid into my bed in my sleepy pants. Now that I knew Buck was gay I fell asleep to dirty thoughts of what I’d let him do to me if he wanted to! ——- Buck ——- It had been a long day. I had volunteered to help my dad with some projects around their house. It was a long exhausting day. I got done with that just in time to get to my doctor’s appointment and get my test results. My viral load was still high. But my other numbers were holding steady. My doc said he was satisfied with the numbers so I thanked him and went on my way. I had dinner with an old coworker that I hadn’t seen in ages. Her and her wife meet me at a small restaurant and we had a lovely meal. Ant had pulled an open to close yesterday so I wanted him to go home after the dinner rush. I knew we had the coverage so I texted him earlier that day that I’d come in and close.l so he could leave after the rush. After dinner I went home to workout since I missed it this morning. Then I grabbed a shower and put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my keys to head to the shop to lock it up. In my outfit I knew the boys were going to see my dick swinging in my shorts since I wasn’t wearing underwear but I didn’t care. Since both of them had been on it raw multiple times I knew they wouldn’t care either. I got there about 10 minutes before close. I walked in the back door to rock music playing and Kenny and Lance working on putting tomorrow prep away in the cooler. I said hi to them and looked around the store to make sure everything was done. Not that I had to worry, both these boys knew what to do. I went to the office to do a few things then walked up front at 11 and locked the door and turned off the lights up front. I pulled the register and printed the sales report. Both went in the safe to do in the morning when I came in. I took the cash tips from the counter to the office and split them and added them to the boys share of the lunch tips. I went back into the kitchen and Kenny and Lance were in the break room getting their stuff. I gave them their tips told them to go ahead and clock out. “Lance, did you drive or does your brother have the car tonight?” I asked as he was clocking out. “My brother does. But the rain stopped so I figured I walk. Use the walk to practice my catwalk” He replied in his typical catty humor. “Nope, I will give you a ride princess.” I said as we walked to the back door where Kenny was waiting. We exited together and I locked up the back door. I said goodnight to Kenny as he climbed in his car. Unlocked the passenger side door for Lance and held the door open for him. I came around to my door and climbed in the truck. I started it and backed up. I hadn’t even turned out of the parking lot when Lance had scooted over next to me and put his hand down the front of my shorts. “I do love when Daddy Scorpion wears these shorts and no underwear. It makes it so easy to play with your big fat dick.” I just turned to smile at Lance and placed a quick kiss on his lips before turning back to the road. He had been with us a year or there abouts. I had bred his neg hole within his first week of working for us. He had no shame and definitely told me what he wanted right away. He didn’t even flinch at my status and even begged me to make him a true scorpion boy before I fucked him the first time. It had taken about 4 months, the longest it taken any of the boys, to test poz. Once he did he insisted we go get his tat that day. Then he had me fuck another load into him after the tattoo was done. He was insatiable and loved to get fucked hard! He was wild and loved to please his various daddies he was with. I was probably his youngest daddy he regularly fucked with. But he wasn’t going steady with anyone and only had fuck buddies so it didn’t break my rule. He had worked me half hard when he shimmied my shorts down enough that my dick and balls were hanging out. He swallowed my partially hard dick too the root in one go. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his smooth skin. He only had hair on his head, under his pits, and a small bush over his dick. The rest of him was hairless. I knew he was half Asian and half white but his build, facial features, and skin tone all took after his Asian side. He was definitely a cutie! He got me hard in no time. He was able to suck me balls deep even when fully hard. His oral skills were almost legendary. It was getting harder with each passing minute to concentrate and drive as he slobbed on my poz dick, drinking down my toxic precum that was leaking out in gobs. I pulled over in a secluded ally. I looked around and made sure no one was around. “Ok boy you want it that bad, daddy will give it to you. Strip off those pants and get in doggy.” I commanded as I kicked my shirt off completely. Like the good boy he was, he was naked and ass up in seconds. His hole was so tight and winked at me. I grabbed and fondled his hot ass then I spit on his hole and started to finger. Starting with only one finger then building to 4. Adding spit as I went. He was moaning and writhing and begging me for more as I fingered him. I got on my knees behind him. Thankfully I had a big cab with just enough room to bend over top of him and insert my fat raw leaky poz dick into his hole. “Fuck yes daddy, stretch my raw boy hole with your big poz dick! Fuck me hard and deep! Open me up to take more of your dirty cum!” He begged as my fat long dick inched into his toxic hole. “You want my load baby? I got my test today and my viral load is off the charts. You want daddy to flood you with that toxic seed?” I gruffly asked him. “Fuck yes daddy. Recharge me please!! I want my viral load to jump!!” He moaned back as I bottomed out in his hole. I rocked back then slammed in deep taking my boy’s ability to talk away and only left him to moan. I picked up my speed and intensity. Slamming as hard as I could into him each fuck. I reached around and took a nipple in my hand and played with it. I knew his nips were wired to his dick. He had a nice 6 inch uncut cock with a good thickness. But he preferred I play with his nipples as I fucked him because that plus getting railed made him cum hands free. I continued to pound my boy hard and deep. Making his moans grow louder till I had to cover his mouth with my free hand. I knew we didn’t have long so I changed to a fast shallow jackrabbit fuck. Within a minute he shoot his poz load all over the seat of my truck. The squeezing of his hole on my dick sent me over the edge as my toxic babies impregnated his hole, again. I untangled my self from him and sat back into my seat. He immediately turned around siting in his own seed and took my now half hard dick covered in cum and sucked me clean. Making sure to get every drop. It felt so good to the point it was almost too good. After he was done he sat up and we made out for a few minutes. Then I pulled a towel I kept for emergencies from the back seat for him to clean up the seat and himself. He worked on that as I started the engine and got us moving back toward his house. We rode naked till we got to his place. He dressed when I pulled up the apartment building he lived in. He shared an apartment with his brother. He gave me one final kiss and then we said goodnight and he got out. I watched him to be sure he got in the building before I pulled away. I got home and walked from the truck to the front door naked from the waist down. I had my shorts in my hands. My neighbor on one side was gay and Ant was on the other side so I knew neither would care. I rinsed off and did all my nightly bathroom stuff. I climbed into bed and thought just how lucky I was. A great family. A fantastic job with a second equally great family. Three on call boys to flood with poz seed as I wanted. And my final thought before drifting off was that soon, hopefully anyway, I may have a new neg boy to make one of my Scorpion boys! ——————— Alright another chapter in the books! As always I greatly appreciate the feed back. Not sure how long this story will end up being but I hope you all continue it enjoy it as we go. Thanks!

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

Can't really call yourself a cum dump until you've had a massive cum fart stain your pants in a public place. It always bones me up even if I think I'm totally spent.

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.

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

Andy and Toby had always been closely connected. Only 18 months separated the two brothers, who grew up with their parents in Austria. Their mother came to Europe from Australia for love, married young, and worked as a nurse after the two boys were out of the biggest challenges. The sons had to learn to stand on their own feet early on and take care of each other, especially after their mother's early death from cancer and their father's frequent business trips worldwide. As a result, they grew even closer together. They shared a room and spent their youth together. They were both part of a competitive swimming team. What they didn't know about each other was that the increasingly athletic shape of the swimmer's body played a stimulating role in the brother's mind when he masturbated. Shortly after Toby turned 18, he had another reason to celebrate, as he graduated from school. Their father invited him to join him on a 2-week business trip to New York and while the two older men were staying together in the United States, Andy had to finish his school year. Andy However, he was more than happy about it, as he had the house to himself for 2 weeks and could pursue his curiosity undisturbed. On his way to swimming practice, he had to switch buses at the train station. In the weeks before, he had noticed during the waiting time that the small annex near the bus stop was frequented by shy men. He knew it was a bathroom, but he wanted to find out why so many men visited it. He had a suspicion that excited him greatly, but he wanted certainty. That's why he seized the first opportunity that presented itself and instead of continuing to training, he did as the men did and disappeared into the door. The light was dim and he was glad that he could steal into the first cabin right away. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, he recognized on the walls the graffiti and messages of the numerous guys who had been there before him. This and the ambience and the stench of piss and dirty restroom made his piston grow immediately and he couldn't resist his urge, opened his pants and freed his cock. With 19x5 cm when extended, he was actually very satisfied with his equipment. His brother - at least from what he knew from the locker room and in the Speedo - could say the same about himself. And as with every jerk off, he had to think involuntarily in the cruisy restroom how it would be to have his piston in his hand, but that of his older brother. But something was different. Andy had to realize involuntarily that he wondered if Toby's cock would exude a similarly horny aroma that prevailed on the cruisy restroom, He closed his eyes and horned up at the idea of kneeling in front of him on the filthy floor, and watching with a horny and greedy look as Toby freed the fat hard cock and shoved it into his face. Even though Andy had been nailing his girlfriend regularly for about 2 years, he couldn't deny that he was only because in his imagination he would be the piece that was just being - by his brother. And even though his girlfriend got her money's worth through the regular and frequent fucks and she liked to be violently scolded by him, he had to realize that it was not a phase in which he fantasized about sex with men, because with every time he fucked, he was confirmed to be a faggot himself. At first he was ashamed of himself, but the shame first became indifference and finally a desire and desire to the point of an instinct to which he wanted to surrender at all costs. At this thought, the juice rose up in him and his fat load shot out of him and clapped audibly to the floor in the cabin. With an unprecedented, he collected the with his fingers from his piston to lick it off with relish. Only now did he notice the eyes watching him through a hole in the wall to the next cabin. Surprisingly, he enjoyed this and suddenly felt the need to give the peeping boy a great show. The pockmarked hardness of his part confirmed him, because although he had just spat off fat, he was rock hard. His show did not miss its target and with heavy moans, the stranger next door also lost his slime on the floor. Andy pulled up his pants and found that they were now soaked with the damp bottom of the cruisy restroom and his load. Somehow relieved, he decided that he had better skip the training today and, as he was, should rather go home again. When he got on the bus, he immediately became horny again at the thought, when he realized where he had just been and why he didn't just exude an aroma of sweat on this summer day. but also smelled of the smells of a flap. He could hardly wait to close the door behind him at home and indulge in his again. In addition to the. that he was absolutely ratty he also had to piss and since he didn't have to fear anyone at home, he lay down in the bathtub in clothes, took out his pisser and let the piss run first and soaked himself dripping with it. Immediately he had to think of the cruisy restroom and his brother's beating and how much he would like to wallow in the golden brother shower. Even though it was already the second sperm harvesting that day, he had the feeling that this snotting was even more intense and the load even greater. Soaked with fresh and im-dried piss. Loaded with sperm and completely drenched in sweat, he looked down at himself and had to grin involuntarily. "Fuck, I'm probably a piece of dirt that wants to do it with guys," he said to himself. As if liberated, he removed the traces of his newly lived out instinct - except for his Speedo, which he used as underpants and his white socks. He put them on his bed. He had the feeling that she would give him another situation later. At the same time, he decided that he had to somehow make it clear to his girlfriend as soon as possible to look for a new engraver, because like her, he also wanted to suck cocks and swallow sperm or feel cocks inside him. It horned him that she liked to be just slutty and literally demanded his cock. Today, however, he had become aware of two things: He wanted to do exactly that and the following day he would disappear into the cruisy restroom again. However, he wanted to go soon after school to spend as much time as possible there. The fact that he actually had swimming training didn't matter to him now.

If you're hinting that there could be enemies reconnoitering, there's no reason to think they're not already here. Maintain courage though - so far, free speech (spoken or via the written word) is still legal.

So after the previous evening with the stached daddy bottom and then the sadist I unfortunately ran into after I was a little mixed overall. But it was also the start of the weekend and I suppose I wanted to have fun. I was going to forget the baths and play with a couple but they were waiting on someone and kept me waiting and decided I'm not going to wait I'm just going to go have fun. So off I went. I got a room which I haven't done in years but decided to try it out and wore a new jockstrap I got recently. I will say first off the bat. It's kinda insane how many guys at the bath house are bent over in rooms and say they use condoms only. Or guys not wanting to fuck or get fucked at all. Like actually kinda impressed by that. But onto the night. I think some older guy came in the room and I sucked him off. It was kinda early so I don't fully remember. A guy came in the room at one point when I was laying on my side and fucked me. He was my first fuck of the night though so I was really tight. He felt good and he seemed to enjoy fucking me but then he left. I went downstairs into the sauna and saw a daddy with a goatee and beard and some tats. He was sitting down and it looked like no one was playing with him. Like clockwork as soon as I started walking to him another guy rushed towards him. What the fuck is this a competition? I was going to play with his chest and nipples but since the other guy was trying to go towards him when I was already walked towards him I decided to go down on his cock. The hot daddy moaned when I was sucking his cock. I was rubbing his belly and playing with the nipples. The other guy came to his other side and took out his cock and started having the daddy suck his cock. Not sure why but I had a feeling the guy was wanting to suck his cock too. I continued sucking the daddy's cock he had a nice cock and I was enjoying going down on him and servicing him. I think the guy guy who put his cock into the daddy's mouth was jacking off his dick. No idea if he came but after a while he left I was too focused on the daddy I was servicing. Once the guy was gone I had more attention to the daddy and played with his nipples and furry chest. He started groaning and said he was going to cum. He moaned and I felt his hot load fill my mouth. Fucking hot. He thanked me and I thanked him and we parted ways. I don't think I did too much else in this gap other then walking around. It was fun being in my room though with the door open or closed. Sometimes I had my hard dick out and was stroking it. Other times I just lay cute on the bed in my jockstrap kinda posing it was fun seeing the reactions of some guys. I think at one point i messaged someone who was at the baths but forgot about it. I decided to walk around a bit and I saw the hot daddy I was servicing in the steam room in a room of his own. I stroked my cock when I was at his door. He looked at me and he had an inviting look. I walked in and I asked if he wanted the door open or closed. He said it's up to me. I decided fuck it and I left it open. I took off my towel and he pat the bed inviting me to lay on the bed with him. We made out for a bit. I sucked his hot pierced nipples and licked his hairy chest. I sucked his nice cock. He told me he was looking for me after but I left so soon. He said another guy came in and he sucked him so he said he's cum two times already. He said he messaged me too and responded to my message. Damn I forgot to check my phone. We had a lot of fun making out and me sucking him but his cock was hard. He had me get on all fours and started eating my ass. Then I felt his hard daddy dick at my hole. Fuck I was so tight but his dick felt so good going in me. He gave me a hit of poppers and I moaned as he sank into me. He started fucking me and said what a good boy I am and how hot my ass is. He fucked me for a bit on all fours and then he had me lay on my belly. I love getting fucked on my belly. Feeling his hard cock go in and out of my hole felt so fucking hot. I kept moaning and groaning and tightening my ass. He said he loved how I kept tightening my ass on his cock. He said I'm going to make him cum. Before I knew it he was shooting his load into my ass and filling my hole. Fucking hot. We lay together a bit afterwards and cuddled and kissed and talked a bit. He had to get going because he had to check out of his room. We exchanged numbers and decided to see each other again at some point. Afterwards I walked around a bit and went back to my room. I stayed in there for a little and saw his message and text and messaged him back. Then I decided to walk out and towards the front. To my surprise there was a gray haired daddy in a leather harness in jeans. He kinda stopped me in the track in the hallway and I stopped him in his tracks kinda. He was touching my chest and playing with my nipples and I was touching his furry chest and his nipples. He said he just got here and were with some friends from out of town. He said he likes to bottom and suck. I invited him back to my room. We played with each other's bodys and touched each other. He liked playing with my cock and I noticed his was really hard and had some lube on it for some reason. I asked if he fucks and he said yeah and that he wanted to fuck me. I bent over the bed and felt his fat cock invade me. Fuck he was really thick. And he was vocal. He said what a good boy am I am taking daddy's dick. He said my ass felt perfect and nice and tight. He asked if I liked daddy's dick fucking him. He was shouting and yelling while he was fucking me and moaning and groaning. He had me on the bed at one point on all fours and then on my belly. He didn't cum but he was enjoying my ass. He pulled out and keep in mind he had has jeans and boots on the entire time only his shirt was uncovered so he wasn't even dressed. He said this was a great introduction to a place he's never been before. He said less then 5 minutes in the building and he already fucked a hot boy. He said he's with a bear who has a really fat bear dick and he thinks I'd like him and said he might bring him by later. He told me he's going to explore a bit and will be back later. I thanked him and he left. I waited a little bit but it was more me just enjoying being in my room and also just relaxing. I decided to wander around a bit and went back to the sauna. This time I saw a very hot bearded man sitting in the same corner I sucked the daddy. He looked older but he had a beautiful gray beard that went down pretty far and he had some tattoos and a furry chest. I walked over to him and he looked at me. I looked at him and touched his chest and rubbed it and he did not push me away or give me any indication of not being interested. I grabbed touched his cock and he grabbed my head and pushed me down to his cock. His cock wasn't fully hard yet but when it went in my mouth it was getting harder. He started moaning and rubbing my hair and my head. Fuck this man was hot. I reached up a little bit and rubbed his chest and his nipples. He was getting hard fast. He was bigger then all the other guys I've played with so far. His cock was growing more and and he wasn't just big and thick but he was long too. Fuck he grabbed my head and pushed me down back and forth and his daddy dick. I felt my throat deepthroat him for a minute and holy shit it was unlike any other cocks i've had in a while I was having trouble with it and started gagging. He lifted me up and said "It's okay boy. I'm a lot to take in." I started sucking his nipples and rubbing my face and beard against his and his chest and his other nipple. He was moaning and said i'm a good boy. He pushed me back down on his daddy dick. Fuck I was having trouble deep throating him but I didn't care this man was so fucking hot. I was still gagging but he brought me up for air a few times. He started grunting and said he's going to cum and I felt his daddy load fill my throat and his slick wet cock glide through my mouth and he held me deep on his cock while he was filling me. Fuck I was sucking and swallowing his daddy load wanting every last drop. He started to go soft and he pulled me off. He said "Thank you boy". And he got up and left. I left as well. There was not too much else that went on I checked the play area once or twice and did go in the hot tub area I think that was relaxing. And I went to my room a few times. I was having fun regardless just being there and hearing the ambience of guys fucking when I was in my room. But after a while I decided to walk around again and went back downstairs to the play area. It just re-opened it was closed for a little earlier in the night for cleaning. I didn't see much but I saw that Bearded Gray Daddy again. I think I passed by him earlier walking around but he didn't seem to have any interest. I walked around the play area once and I was standing against the wall kinda. He came around the same area and was also standing against the wall. We were kinda close but again nothing with his eyes or contact made him show interest or lust. But he wasn't leaving either. I decided to walk past him. He looked directly at me but he kinda had his hands behind his back or just not at his side. I wasn't sure if he remembered me or not. I touched his nipple and rubbed his chest. He made no real remark or reaction. I touched his cock which I could tell was getting harder so that's some reaction. I started sucking his nipples and still no reaction. I rubbed my face against his chest and nipples and beard. I was thinking maybe he wasn't interested but I decided to go for it and decided to kiss him. To my surprise he kissed back. He still made no movements with his arms but he kissed back very passionately. I sucked his nipples some more and nuzzled his face. I decided to be brave and when I was near his ear I asked him if he wanted to go back to my room. He said "Yes boy.". It's an awkward thing walking so far from downstairs to upstairs if a guy is following you to your room but he did and we were in my room and we closed the door. I told him he can make himself comfortable and he layed on the bed on his back. I hovered over him and went back to kissing him. This time his arms wrapped around me and he kissed me back passionately. I licked his face and his beard and he started moaning. I sucked on his nipples and licked his furry chest. I also nuzzled his arm pits and he knew what I was wanting. He raised his arm and I was licking his sexy hairy arm pit and cleaning him. He had me do the same to his other arm pit. He said "Good boy". We talked for a moment and he said he can give off a weird impression sometimes and he said sometimes guys can't read him. He said he wanted to go with me when I left the sauna after sucking him earlier but he said I left instead. I told him I had no idea he did but I kissed him again and he kissed me. I went down to his cock and started sucking him again. Fuck his cock was getting hard again fast. I was having a little trouble deepthroating him again because damn he was thick and long but I still tried. He didn't seem to mind me choking on him and his cock was getting harder. He said he knows he's big and he is a lot to take but he encouraged me that I'm being a good boy and doing a great job. After sucking him some more he said "Ride me boy". He did not have to ask twice. I got over him and straddled my ass over his thick long daddy dick. Fuck he was big but I loved his cock sinking into me. I rode him and did a mix of him fucking me and him riding me. I was loving being in the room and using the walls to ride him better. After riding him for a little bit he slipped out. He said he prefers to take control when fucking a boy. He told me to get up and bend over the bed. I did and I felt his fat long thick daddy cock go in me again. Fuck this time he went into me deeper. I could feel him sort of hitting my wall but I didn't care his cock felt so good and was groaning while fucking me. He said he wanted a better angle and had me get on the bed on all fours and he got behind me. Now he was really fucking me. I felt his cock go all the way in me and I moaned and groaned and whimpered. He was groaning and saying what a good boy I am. God I loved how thick and deep his daddy dick was going in me. I was relaxing my ass so he took control and he was fucking and pounding my ass. I was his hole for him to use and enjoy and this man knew how to fuck. He told me to lay on my stomach next so I did. Now he was really fucking me. I felt his thick dick going in and out of me easier and I felt the previous load in me starting to slosh around. Fuck this was hot. He said what a good boy I am being for daddy. He told me that Daddy is going to breed him and make his boy. I was moaning and whimpering and told him to fuck me and make me his boy. He started grunting and groaning and I felt his daddy load fill my ass. Fuck he felt so hot breeding me. I moaned and whimpered for a little after while his cock was draining his load into me. He pulled out and lay back on the bed. This time he layed on the end so I had some room to be on the bed with him. He said he has to go soon but he's not going to leave a boy who just serviced him without a little affection first. He was a very sweet but also dominant daddy. We made out a little bit more and cuddled. I licked his face and beard and scratched him and whimpered. He said he is a Dominant Daddy. I asked him if he can tell that I have a bit of submission and he just laughed and said yes of course. I told him I was kind of trying to figure out if I'm a pup or not too. He paused for a moment and said I very much have pup traits. He said I'm very affectionate and sweet. He kissed me again when he told me this and caressed my hair and I continued to lick and nuzzle his chest and body. He said I might benefit from a pup handler if I'm wanting to learn more about being a pup. He's probably not wrong on that. We talked for a good bit after that. I kinda told him about the pup I'm seeing regularly and how he wants me to be a Dom/Sir but don't know if I have that in me. He that a good Top/Dom knows what their boy wants and is willing to explore and learn with their boy. He said it doesn't matter that I may be more submissive. He said there are submissive Daddy's out there or bottom Daddys. But they are still a Daddy. Him saying this kinda made me think back to the stached daddy I played with the night before. I told him a bit about my past and experiences and leather. He seemed to be very knowledgable with leather. I told him about the night before too. With a sadist who whipped me, slapped me so hard I lost sound and hearing for a bit, and spanked me so hard and my balls and also said how he is going to have guys fuck me or me fuck guys and then beat the shit out of me for being a whore and rape me. I told him that he had me repeat that motto several times. I told him I'm not sure if I can handle or take all that and the guy told me he didn't care if I can handle it it or not. He said I will. He said I can cry, scream, beg him to stop but he won't care and he said the crying and screaming will only make him harder. I told him there was a silver lining he said he was going to beat me with a paddle but he was really tired that night he also said he was too tired to rape me so I sucked him off instead. The gray bearded daddy asked if he ever told me a safe word for any of it I said no he didn't. He said what I was feeling that the guy seems a bit dangerous and probably not someone I should see again. I told him the biggest offender is he wouldn't really let me bite him and scratch him because he's on the down low or something. But I said that the sort of pup qualities come out more when I'm with a dominant guy so to be denied that kinda offended me more then him actually beating me. The Gray Bearded Daddy said that he's unfortunately out of state and he came with friends. He said he would love to take me under his wing and train me. He said that I seem like I have a good amount of experience and could benefit from training. I told him I would love for him to train me as well. He said he really hopes that I do find a good Daddy Dom because he said he thinks that I really kind of want one and need one. He's honestly probably not wrong. I asked him if he knew the guy I was with earlier cause he mentioned out of town and that he was with a daddy bear and someone else. The silver bearded daddy said he came here with his husband and that guy I was with was his friend. He said his husband doesn't bottom though and he is all top so they are open. I told him that I thought the guy who was in my room earlier with them was a top. I said he said he's a bottom and likes oral but his dick was huge and thick and he was fucking me bent over, on the bed, and on my belly and he was really verbal and aggressive and getting into it. The gray bearded daddy was a bit perplexed at this. He basically told me that he is pretty much all bottom so that's very surprising. This reminds me of that bear when I went to a group play thing a while ago at someone's house. How the bear guy had me suck him and he fucked me on my back and bent over and bred me. And how his friends were like "I thought that guy was a total bottom?". I asked if maybe some guys can have traits where even if they are a certain role when they are with me where they will change their role for whatever reason. He said that's possible he said he's a Daddy Top and he's fucked several supposed straight tops. He said it's hot too and he enjoys it. It was just really nice cuddling and being affectionate with this Daddy. I know he loved it too. He very much seemed like a stoic man especially in the play areas. But he was showing affection and tenderness which was nice. We made out a bit more and then he said he had to go. We were in the room together for maybe over an hour. We talked about potentially exchanging numbers but we were both uncertain about that since he's out of town. He initially had the hesitation but then I did. I could have probably asked again but in my mind I thought it would be weird if we don't see each other again or if there is a sense of longing or missing each other from either side. I just had some scenarios in my mind that made me kinda hesitate. He understood though. He did say he hoped to see me again if he ever visits and I said I hope to see him again too. And then he left and I stayed in my room for a bit. I had a potential guy who was thinking of coming to the baths to visit but it turned out to be nothing. Reflection from the Baths I made one last round and realized it was kinda dead or guys were in rooms fucking. I took a shower and then went into the hot tub area. I then decided to get dressed and leave. I went home and sort of reflected on the night. It was a pretty fun night. Like me and the gray bearded Daddy discussed though. I seem to have a magnetic attraction or pull towards leather or Dom guys lately. I told him I'm sort of nervous to get back into leather and even the pup stuff itself has me a bit uncertain. Especially the pup wanting me to be his Dom. But I said it seems like the harder I try to pull away from leather or guys like that it's like there is a stronger magnetic attraction that pulls me closer to it. I said I feel like it's coming to a breaking point at some point. But I also told him that sadist last night was a good example of how I need to be more cautious and that the man I was with is sort of the exact reason I've been nervous about going to leather bars or specifically seeking out Doms and Sirs. Because I know my submissive nature will let me unfortunately get into a scenario like that. The Gray Bearded Daddy told me it's great I recognize that. And he told me I'm right he said I have to be careful and that trust is earned. I loved talking with him a bit about the leather community as well since I don't get to talk about that too much with guys. It's kinda funny. I told him how when i was doing some things to the pup forms of play and kink it's like I was channeling or searching memories and experiences and finding the answers and balance to give him the forms of play and kinks he wanted and liked. And I did and I do in a Dom way. But even typing this it almost feels like the memories of the Gray Bearded Daddy and his presence is still with me while I'm typing this. Regardless I've noticed that it seems like Doms or Sirs are finding me more lately without me actively searching. But so far that man had the strongest presence of the Dominant type of man I think who could guide me in whatever is next in my sexual journey. So interesting how over the last week I've been doing pretty much nothing but fucking and breeding. And tonight I was back in the bottom role haha. The silver bearded Daddy even asked if I came yet and I said no and he asked me what it will take me to cum. I offered to cum for him but we ran out of time. Anyways this was a lot of self reflection from just an experience at the baths. But this is probably the most fun I've had at the baths so far. I think getting a room is definitely better then lockers. I'll keep that in mind in the future. Now time for the load count. Loads Swallowed 3: If my whore math is right I believe three. An older daddy I sucked off when I got there. The goatee bearded daddy I sucked off in the sauna. And then gray bearded daddy I also sucked in the Sauna. Loads Bred Into Me 2: The Goatee Bearded Daddy from the Sauna fucked and bred me in his room. And the Gray Bearded Daddy fucked and bred me in my room. Until next time...

No, I like watching porn too at the Bathhouse, especially in between loads. One time in the 90's I remember at the West Side Club I was watching a video that so hot, and went to ask the attendant the name of the video. Bought it the next day.

I think this is ALWAYS a good idea but especially so if you want to be impaired. Fucking someone who is unconscious or so out of it they're barely aware where they are is a bucket list thing for me. But having someone there who can make sure the bottom is safe and handle any situations would be a must.

You also need vitamin D3 so your body does actually take in the calcium. Not sure if that is in the supplements you take though.

[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?

I want my hole ruined by as many guys as I can. To be able to show my proud gaping and rosebud fag hole is my goal. Even my wife has accepted I need my fag hole altered from gay stretches and fisting.

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!

Yes to this. Whatever Borox product they used to clean those things - they should bottle and sell it as a cologne

Those old mid-1980s men's restrooms. You know the ones where you enter through the wooden double door where the first door squeaks. They were in every mall department store and office building. They had that mildly sweet bathroom air freshener smell mixed with mall smell and the scent of the bright pink hand soap.

I start playing clean. Squeaky clean. Because when I play, I go for hours. So my ass is clean. My body is clean. There are no smells and tastes. But I do like building it up. The natural man smell that comes from sweat and cum and piss and spit. And then somewhere along the 8 or 10 or 12 hour mark, I jump in the shower. Not only does it do me well and re-energise me, it cleans me up a little. Then I’m ready to head into the next round.

PART 💉 💉 *Cough *Cough cough****** The rush thru my body was crazy intense*****my eyes opened wide, and I started pushing my ass against the mans coke can cock and said, oh my fucking god fuckin wreck me mmmm. Well boy I'm Axel, and my load is going to bring you into our brother hood. And now that you are our lil chem cumslut il do it properly. He steps back by a table I try to look and see what he's doin but my eyes are so twacked i can't keep them still enough to focus. Then Axel lets out a quiet evil laugh, as he turned around he says, hey, Rick! Look what came in the mail today, Rick looks over and says oh yeah you're going to definitely get wrecked tonight. You will be converted by the end of the weekend. All I saw before he slammed it into me was a silver sheath over his massive cock. But the thing was I was so high that it felt amazing even though it was tearing me up. Sky must have been loving the sight of the pink come coming out of my ass cuz it didn't take too long to bust. As you fully pulled out even his cock was bleeding and that's when I knew it's definitely going to happen. Then Rick comes over and says, hey hand it over let me try it, then he lets out his little evil giggle pulls my hair back and my head and spits in my mouth, and says, now who's little b i t c h are you, tell me you little slut. I'm daddy, Axels, RICKS! As I say his name, rick, that's when he loved his 9-in big headed cock balls deep without hesitation. Thing was he was a lot more rough than axle because as he pounded me he was also inserting his thumbs. When he did that I'm pretty sure I either passed out from what I thought was pleasure because it wasn't pain for some reason but I'm sure it's because he overdid it on that point. But I didn't give a s*** cuz then I found out later on why I felt so out of control and my mind is so foggy was because of what they put in the water. I thank the stars they did! Because what happens next I wouldn't have been able to survive without chems n stuff!! The door slams open and it's bright daylight out, I mumble, what time is it, they all laughed and then I heard a 4th man's voice say, you mean what day is it you lil cumslut. They got you so fucked up haha. Then this man started walking towards me, Rick pulls out of me quickly and moves to the side as if this man was his alpha, which in a way he was cuz he stepped into the light and then I realized who it was....... To be continued Part 3 coming soon. Who could it be? Why is he so shocked to see who walks into the light? 🤯

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** ***Also - forgive my rusty German*** “C’mon, Mikey,” it’s through here,” I called back to him urgently. “This is the door that Wolfgang told us about” Mike and I crept silently towards the blue door that said “Nur für Mitarbeiter.” In my limited German, I knew that meant “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. Yes, this is where Wolfgang told us to go. We crept silently, even though no one could possibly hear us over the din of the techno music-- it’s hypnotic beat pulsating and throbbing in our ears. Even while still outside, we could hear it clearly – on every fourth beat, a voice dubbed over the music added a rotation of single word: “TOXIC” “POZ” “AIDS” “VIRUS.” Yeah, this was the place and soon, just beyond that blue door, my best friend Mikey and I would get access into one of the most exclusive parties in the world: The infamous “Nachladen” party, exclusively only for POZ-detectable men, totally invitation only and only after applicants submit a copy of lab work showing a detectable viral load within 2 weeks of the date of the party. Lab work papers or .pdfs are checked again at the door by a fearsome looking punk bouncer, Carsten, who, at almost 7 feet tall and in his custom biohazard-shaped harness, biotats all over his lean body, and almost always wearing nothing at all, presented a formidable obstacle to access the converted warehouse on the outskirts of Berlin, by a small river, across the field and over a 6ft chain-link fence that Mikey and I scaled just before reaching the blue door. And even if your paperwork showed the required viral load qualifications, if Carsten didn’t like your look, or somehow thought you were faking being toxic to get in, he’d throw you out before you even get in the door. Nobody argued with Carsten. As these prerequisites were explained to me back home by my friend Clay who is a veteran of the Nachladen parties. Certainly, Mikey and I, both of us still neg after almost a year of chasing HIV, weren’t going to get in. But we were going to, in Berlin, stopping there on a train trip of Europe, and we beseeched Clay to try to get us in. “Sorry, Chris, chasers like you two aren’t welcome at the Recharge Party (using the rough English translation for “Nachladen.)” You gotta convert to HIV POZ first, and then you need proof of toxicity, like recent lab results to show them from your phone. Carsten will never let you in. He is one mean muthafucker, especially when he’s pounding a load from his poisoned cock into you.” Mike and I were dejected by this, of course, especially since in the last few years, more and more guys have openly and unashamedly chased the upgrade to POZ status - any gay street fair you go, or even this WeHo coffee shop we’re sitting in, is chock-a-block with guys festooned with biotats: Radiocative Symbols, Scorpions, Biohazard signs, or just the words “positive” or “HIV Inside.,” Our statuses have both stubbornly remained “negative,” despite Clay’s repeated breedings of us both. Clay, of course, was famously pozzed by his uncle Randy and a few of Randy’s high-viral fuck buddies at an infamous Tahoe conversion party, where 14 chasers got into the poz brotherhood in a single weekend. But Clay’s best efforts at converting me and Mikey had still not resulted in the desired outcome…Time after time, our home tests came up with just 1 line – negative…we had both been off PrEP for about a year, so why the conversion wasn’t happening was a mystery to us as we had been steadily taking loads from Clay, exclusively so he could claim us as his first converts and get on the road to the X tatted on his body, signifying 10 successful pozzings. Clay took his meds for awhile, but missed out on all the pozzing fun his buddies got to have, so he’s been med free for over a year now. Despite that, Clay had been frustrated by his apparent inability to poz us, and resolved to go to Berlin to the infamous Nachladen party to pick up a few more strains, or maybe the elusive HIV1/HIV2 combo, or even the rarer, legendary Cuban strain. A few months back, he took his first trip to Berlin, and since then, he’s been going every month for their famous bacchanal of HIV…guys celebrating the brotherhood of HIV/AIDS surrounded by their own kind…You can poz all the chasers you want outside Nachladen, but you can’t bring them in to the party. One day, he emailed over the secret link to the party and Mikey and I devoured the page: NACHLADEN: The ONLY POZ-TOXIC party in Berlin. You must be certified not just HIV POZ, but also TOXIC : WE CHECK YOUR VIRAL LOAD. We require .pdf or paper copies of your recent lab results, to even be eligible to attend. Once certified as toxic, you will be added to our distribution list and our event coordinator Carsten will be reaching out to each of you personally for more details. If you’re non-positive, you are not allowed to attend. This party is only for proven, high-viral TOXIC men to recharge each other, without the pressure of trying to poz up chasers. You can reach out to our members individually to poz up, but until then you can’t attend NACHLADEN. The website went on to offer member info for those who were available to pozzing up chasers. A small thumbnail pic and a unique Member ID linked to an anonymized email address for each toxic breeder. It also suggested neg guys looking for upgrades to POZ check out the “BREED” party at Noxon Club in Las Palmas or reach out to one of “The Ten,” tox guys who tattoo an X for every 10 neg holes they poz up. There, a link took the user to The Ten’s subscription newsletter, run by Clay’s Uncle Randy, a veteran pozzer with over 150 men proudly converted to HIV by him, as evidenced by the 15 dark Xs branded across his mid-section. How many more no-questions-asked guys he pozzed in bathhouses and sex parties will never truly be known. He retired from the pozzing game, started meds and settled down with his husband Tom, but he kept the dream alive for guys through his page. “But we’ve been through “The Ten” already,” Mikey protested, as I silently nodded in agreement, and since we’re already going to Berlin, I want to the chance to poz up for real at the mecca for toxic HIV/AIDS fuckers!” Mikey loves challenges, and he was determined to get into Nachladen come hell or highwater, wanting the chance to upgrade courtesy of some prime HIV high-viral toxic dudes. “The party in Las Palmas has too many chasers and not enough truly tox guys. I hear Nachladen has guys in all stages of HIV infection. That’s what I want!” “It’s very German,” Mikey said to me one evening, scanning the webpage and holding my neg cock with his other hand, while my hand reached down his shorts and started playing with his sweet neg hole. Viewing this webpage for the infamous Nachladen party got us both hard and ready to fuck. “We just need an ‘in,’” he said, casually stripping off his 5” inseam shorts and freeing his thick 8-inch cock from them. “Someone who works there, or one of their suppliers, maybe,” he added, lubing up his fat neg cock and bending me over, mounting me and thrusting it into my hole in one motion. I took Mikey’s fuck like the joyous experience it always is. Mikey and I are total best friends united in the goal of going poz, and then hopefully getting X’d up good for every 10 successful gifted infections, and, yeah, we love each other as well and expect to spend our lives together as POZ partners, fulfilling our destiny to charge up as many as we could along the way. As he’s fucking me, his fat cock slamming into me, he has an idea (he does his best thinking with his cock in a hole, or vice-versa.) “Their main sponsor is Energie Lube,” he says breathlessly as his balls tighten and begin spraying my insides with his cum. Shuddering a few times as he deposits the last few drops in me, he says “Let’s find out some info on them.” We quickly switch positions…Mikey’s hard cock and breeding of my hole has got me ready to blow as well. With only some spit on my cock, I flip him around and send it straight up his 21-year old neg hole and only after a few deep strokes, I send my load into him, slamming my cock deeper to get out the last drops of seed. “If only these were poz loads,” I bemoan, but my partner Mikey is already plotting his moves to crash the Nachladen party. A couple days later, he meets me in the coffee shop on Sunset Blvd – the one where Uncle Randy pozzed all the baristas one summer. “I’ve got it,” Chris,’ he announces, sitting down with is cold brew. Energie Lube is a German company and I reached out to their visual marketing editor…I found him on BZ and I’ve already made plans to hook up with him once we get to Berlin. He’s a hot AIDS fucker named Wolfgang. Once I get to take his fuck, I’ll turn on the old charm and he’ll be the key to us getting into the Recharge Party. And, at least according to his BZ profile, he’s majorly toxic right now. “How are you going to get him to help us,?” I asked. Mikey, leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. His fat pierced cock flopped out of the leg of his gymshorts, making no effort to hide it from view. Not that anyone cared – this was West Hollywood, after all. He just laughed and pointed to his expanding cock. “And if that doesn’t do it, he can always drop a load of HIV in my neg hole. Then, I’ll ask him to get us in.” “You and your schemes,” I said, reaching over to give him a deep kiss. “That monster in your shorts is getting me horned up. Let’s go home and fuck” --2 WEEKS LATER— We arrive at Wolfgang’s apartment on the perimeter of the old Friedrichshain neighborhood of what used to be East Berlin. Mikey is in his shortest shorts and a barely there tank top, while I’m in some leather gear I picked up at the leather shop in L.A. run by Randy’s fuckbud Ron (another of Randy’s many poz progeny). Wolfgang buzzes us up and soon we’re on the 4th floor and he opens the door. I immediately peg him as a veteran of many years poz status…his lean body showing some appararent wasting signs but still musculature ripples along his torso which is bedecked with poz tats. A fat, pierced uncut cock surrounded by a thick metal cock ring and 2 or 3 metal ball weights completes the look. Wolfgang apparently doesn’t speak a whole lot of English and as we are wordlessly led to the bedroom, he motions for us to strip out of our clothes. In his bedroom, well, there was no bed, just a black rubber-clad mattress on the floor and a couple of slings along the wall, he held up a toothbrush and motioned for us each to get into a sling. By this point, no words still had been spoken, in any language. Wolfgang stroked his long toxic weapon and played with his nipple rings while Mikey and I each scampered into the slings. “Which one first?” he finally uttered, in heavily-accented English, and before we had a chance to answer he approached Mikey and stuck the brush up Mikey’s waiting neg hole. Mikey and I have both been brushed like this before many times by Clay and other hot poz guys hoping their deathseed blooms inside us, so my bestie Mikey took the brush in stride, writhing with pleasure as it scraped his asswalls and prepared itself for a toxic flooding from Wolfgang’s hard cock. He has Energie-lubed his German sausage up and without a further word, drives it deep up my boyfriend’s pussy. Mikey throws his head back in pleasure with maybe a little pain as well but he soon acclimates to the fuck and Wolfgang is now pounding his AIDS-pole deep into Mikey’s guts. It was then I noticed the toothbrush hadn’t been removed…Wolfgang was fucking and brushing Mikey’s mancunt at the same time. Mikey was reeling in pleasure at this anal invasion of cock and brush, and Wolfgang reared back and uttered a long string of words in guttural German, and exploded into Mikey’s cunt with what looked like 8 or 9 pulsations of infected seed. Finally pulling his dripping hog out of Mikey’s blown-out and brushed manhole, Wolfgang confidently strode over to me in my sling and without a word or a touch of his hand on my helicoptering cock, he plunged his unmedicated dick deep into my guts. In his hand was the toothbrush, the same one used on Mikey and that went up my cunt as well, Wolfgang doing his best to bring us both into the POZ brotherhood right then and there. Despite breeding my bud Mikey 5 minutes ago, his cock showed no signs of abating and now he’s slamming it into me, the sling swinging back on every downthrust in my brushed pussy. The wasted German man could at last hold out no more, and with another string of utterances and a low grunt, he pulsed 9 shots of his AIDS-cum into my hole. My cock, swirling back and forth and around and around, explodes with 7 shots of my neg cum shooting straight up into the air…Wolfgang getting splashed on his cheek with most of it – his tongue curling out of his mouth to collect the salty prize. Exhausted, Mikey and I both lay there for a few minutes before Wolfgang helps us down and we move over to the mattress on the floor. His demeaner has changed now and at last he speaks, in accented English. “You boys like that? Give me a few minutes and I’ll be able to go again” So 15 minutes later, we repeat the process, with Wolfgang loading each of us up again with more deadly HIV, and we are well and truly wiped out by now. He brings us some water and we get to talking. He actually speaks English better than we thought at first. He founded the Energie Lube company there in Berlin a few years ago and supplies most of the German sex clubs, including the infamous Berghain and of course, the recharge fest for toxic dudes that is Nachladen. Energie-Lube has a proprietary formula, he claims, that helps cocks stay hard longer and rebound quicker. The subject turns to Nachladen: “I’ve been poz for over 10 years,” and even though we love infecting chasers like you two boys, the party just lets us hang with out brothers without the pressure or competition to impregnate.” “How toxic are you?” I ask, thinking of the two massive loads of his poison seed up my butt at the moment. “Oh, very toxic. I don’t know how you measure it, but yeah, I’m totally able to poz you guys up…maybe this was the day!” After a long conversation and then he even poured us some wine and fixed us some food, we excused ourselves to shower off. Mikey, looking for some shampoo, but also being a nosy little twink, opens Wolfgang’s bathroom cabinet and recoils at what he sees, grabbing a pill bottle to show me. “It’s fucking PrEP!” he exclaims, showing me the bottle, written in English from a pharmacy, not in Germany, but in…Connecticut. The label clearly states “pre-exposure prophylaxis regimen.” “And Wolfgang isn’t Wolfgang…he’s William and he’s from fucking Connecticut!,” Mikey tells me, shaking the pill bottle at me “Do you know what this means?” “He lied about being toxic…Hell, he’s not even POZ!” we both shout. “This is fantastic” Mikey says, to my bewilderment. “Just the knowledge we need to get into that club.” --END OF PART 1--

Yup. A late 30s guy told me he wasn't into anyone over 40 and I laughed, shook my head, and walked away. He was about to be unfuckable based on his own rules and didn't see the irony of his present self filtering out his near-future self. I've had amazing sex with older guys like a 74 year old muscular daddy who knew what the fuck he was doing. I've also had incredible intense experiences with college-aged men and lots of guys seem to have a "no under 30" rule too. The older daddy and some of those college men were pretty incredible and I can't imagine having missed out on them fucking me because I had arbitrary age limits for adult men. Hot is hot regardless of age, build, race, ...blah, blah, blah, etc.

Blow two loads and still dripping after reading chapter2 HOT HOT Another great story thanks @cumfillthishole

Absolutely LOVE this! Love being creampied and having it leak out as the next top pumps his load into me....

I am 62 & versatile bottom , slightly chubby & stocky . I lived previously in Los Angeles & my sex life had dried up. No younger tops wanted a slightly chubby older bottom. I now live in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia & I have so much sex . Malaysia is pretty much unknown in the gay community unlike Thailand. Because of that and also a distinct preference on the part of many Young tops & bottoms for gay daddies it is a pleasure ground for older guys like me . Last night I got fucked by a hot young 25 Malay top who deposited 2 loads in my ass . My ass was leaking cum . Another great thing about Kuala Lumpur is the thriving gay sauna scene. Most of the saunas are a little under cover & discreet but there are a great number & are very busy I often return home with 5 or 6 fresh cum loads deposited in my ass . Best time was with 2 Pakistani top friends who gave me 2 loads in 5 minutes followed by a Malay Chinese & Indian top . if any guys are planning a trip to SE Asia I can give advice

Currently letting the hair grow. i like how i feel smooth, but have a FB who likes it hairy, so here it it after having a hollow plug in for awhile, He loves it pussy like, so i made this for Him.

Part 3 It had been nearly 16 years since I went back home to get Chase. After we left our old small town my sister discovered ‘our’ secret, the face that Chase and I were gay lovers and would not let him have contact with his sons although he was sending $5000 a week to her to support the three of them. My being her brother afforded me some contact with her and my nephews, but she was careful to monitor what was said. It wasn’t until the boys close to graduating high school that she allowed me (us) to buy the boys their own laptop computer to use for their schooling. I promised my sister that there would be software on both of them that would allow her to monitor what the boys did on the computers. What she didn’t know was that I had my computer expert install a program to bypass the monitoring software. Once the boys had the computers I could remotely activate the programs allowing us to communicate with the boys through video conference. I decided to contact them on my own without Chase to gage what she might have told them about him (and me). This was the first time I had seen the boys since they were 2 years old. They each had a nice lean swimmer’s build, looked a lot like their father in the face. I would be lying if didn’t admit that my cock stirred a little. I learned that they overheard her saying what a cock sucking faggot their father had turned out to be and if he wasn’t being so generous with his financial support she’d tell the boys the truth. The twins asked me if it was true that their dad was gay. I answered them honestly and let them know that not only was their dad gay, but their uncle as well. They both got a smirk on their faces as they let out a little laugh. That’s when I discovered that they definitely took after their father since they had been ‘messing around’ with each other for some time. Now they were 18 and about to graduate high school. Their mother wanted them to go to the local community college. I asked them what they really wanted to do with their future. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little shocked) when they said that they both wanted to come to the city and live with us. I told them that we’d have to discuss this with their father before a final decision would be made. I let Chase know that the software I had placed on the laptops was working and we could contact the boys at (just about) anytime. The next time we spoke with the boys all 4 of us were on video chat. I had not told Chase about the boys ‘sexual discovery’ when we contacted them together. I left it for the twins to tell him. What surprised me was the way that they decided to break the news. There they were on cam each wearing a pair of mesh basketball shorts when they said that they had something they wanted to tell him, but instead of telling him they showed him. We watched the barely 18 year old twins start making out and before we knew it they were in 69. I was hard as steel and could tell that Chase was turned on as well. Before we could get a word in edge wise before one of the twins had the other one’s legs on his shoulders and thrusted his bare cock inside his brother’s ass. After they were all done I don’t think that we could deny their request to join us in the city, but we needed to confront the barebacking issue. We asked them if they had been ‘messing around’ with anyone else back home. They replied, why, they got enough cock with each other. Then we asked about their barebacking and learned that they had enough education in health at school to know the risks and that that was part of the turn on to fucking. I don’t know if we were ready for their next question, but Chase’s answer surprised me. The boys asked about our sexual behavior and if we barebacked. Chase was quick to say that both of us only fuck raw. I noticed a strange grin on the twin’s faces when they asked, actually, it was more like they knew the answer as they said, “Then you’re both poz we bet.” Chase then took his shirt off to reveal his biohazard tattoo on his right pec (mine is on the left since I am the top in our relationship). The boys loved the ink work and hoped to earn their own someday. Chase let them know that we thought we could work something out if they came to live with us. The boys share an old pickup my sister had bought them and right after graduation they packed up their stuff and left in the middle of the night leaving a note for their mother that they had lived with her long enough and that it was time to live with dad.

This part is SO hot, MackyJay. It gets me bothered every time I read it. Just quoted my favorite bits: ...said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good.... ....When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again...... . I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”