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Jan and His Dad OMG, I cant believe Brandon and I were just caught by his stepdad. I was too busy eating his yummy hole out to notice him when he opened the door. And then, we froze up like idiots. Like deer caught in the headlights. Brandon’s dad let us at least say good bye. I cant imagine what tat conversation was going to be like. I know he just turned 18 not too long ago. His birthday a month after mine. Hopefully it wont be too weird for Brandon. I’m driving home now. I only live in the next neighborhood over so it’s a short drive. I pull up into the garage. I get out of my car and walk into the house through the kitchen. I’m instantly caught off guard by my dad standing in the doorway leading to the living room. He is still in his work clothes with his name stitched into the shirt. It reads Lawrence. Everyone calls him “Law” for short. I never called him that but he was the “Law” at home. He is former military and is very stern and controlling. He’s always in charge of everything in the house. What he says, always goes. He stands there and just looks at me for a moment. He’s holding a a glass of what I assume is liquor in his hands, one in each hand. He holds one out and I take the drink. It wasn’t being offered, I was being told to drink it. I gulp down the weird tasting drink in one go. He sips his and then breaks the silence. L: So Nick just called and told me what happened. I’m left speechless. My mouth goes dry. I wish I had saved my drink for now. As if reading my mind, my dad holds out the second glass for me to take. I grab the drink and swallow it down. Again with the weird taste that I could not identify. L: Now I told you that you weren’t to do anything like that until we went over the basics. I find my voice. J: Dad, I don’t need a birds and the bees talk. I don’t even need a bees and the bees talk. I think I have that covered already. L: Well, now you’ve forced my hand and you need your lessons in this stuff ASAP. Go up and take a quick shower. Clean out and come back to the living room. I know you know what I mean by clean out boy so get to it. We have a lot to go over and not a lot of time. I don’t know what to say. I know I am not supposed to say anything at this moment. Just follow my orders. I run past him and go to my bathroom. I strip down and gather my supplies to follow my orders. I douche and shower as fast as I can. I return to my room to throw on some clothes. I go to my underwear drawer to find it almost completely empty. The only underwear is a jockstrap. I don’t have time to wonder what happened to the rest of my underwear. I just throw the black jockstrap on, some black basketball shorts and a grey shirt. I practically run back to the living room. I find my dad sitting on the couch. He is sitting in front of a flat mirror. There is some white powder drawn up into a few lines. I sit down on the couch and sit there silent. My dad takes a rolled up hundred dollar bill and proceeds to snort 2 lines up from the mirror. He hands me the rolled up bill. L: Alright mister, your turn. I sit and stare at him for a moment. I had never seen drugs before but I knew I was staring at them now. I have no idea what to do. Is this a prank? I wait too long. He grabs me by the neck and lowers me closer to the mirror. L: I said your turn. I take the bill and follow what I had seen him do. I put the rolled up bill to my nostril, hold my other nostril closed, and snort the closest line to me. OMG it burns the inside of my nose. I pull my head up and shake it from side to side. L: Good boy. Now the next one. I lower back down to the mirror and do another line. Again, my nose burns and I start to feel a head rush. L: Now the last 2 lines. Now! I lower down and snort the last 2 lines. The burning is spreading past my nose and I feel it all in my sinuses and behind my eyes. My head is spinning. My dad grabs me by the neck and pulls me up. I’m standing up and I can feel the tingling feeling rushing through my body from my head. I’m in a fog for a moment. My dad just turned on the television. There is porn playing. It’s strain to pay attention to what I was seeing. It was a video of 2 twinks making out. They were naked on a bed just making out and stroking each other off. I look over at my dad and he has something in his hand. It’s a glass pipe with a bulb at the end. He lights up, inhales and blows out a pretty white cloud. He places the pipe up to my lips. L: When I tell you to, breath in and hold your breath until I say to release. Do you understand? I nod as I cant seem to say anything. I’m still recovering from the head rush from the lines. He lights the bulb for me. L: ok now, breath in … now. I breath in slowly and feel the vapor fill my lungs. L: Okay now hold it … hold it … okay, now release. I blow out a cloud as white as snow. He pulls the pipe back and takes another hit. He repeats the instructions and I blew in and out another cloud. I’m starting to feel amazing. He shoves me down on the couch. He places the pipe down on the mirror. L: You feeling good, boy? J: Yeah, I’m feeling great dad. L: Good. I wanted you to feel good before we started out talk. I’m gonna start by asking you some easy questions. Nick says he caught you and Brandon together doing some pretty adult stuff. Is this true? J: Yes, sir. L: Was your shirt off? J: Yes, sir. L: I see. Take off your shirt for me. He pulls my shirt off me before I can even think about doing it myself. L: Did you have your shorts on? Or off? J: Off, sir. L: Good. Take them off now. Without thinking anything of it, I pull my shorts down. I feel the couch on my bare ass. I remember that I’m wearing my jockstrap on and start to panic a bit. Dad stands up and walks up behind the couch. L: Come over hear, now. I get up and join him behind the couch. He shoves me against the couch. L: When Nick walked in on you and Brandon, what was Brandon doing? I start to get turned on remembering my tongue in Brandon’s sweet ass. I did not want to give too much information. J: He was bending over, showing me his ass. L: Like how? Show me. I turned my back to my dad and bent over the top of the couch a bit to arch my back a bit. I spread my legs. I start to freak out. What was I doing? My ass was on full display to my dad of all people. L: And what were you doing to him? J: I was rimming him. I was tonguing his hole. L: You mean like this … The next thing I now, I feel hands spreading my cheeks. Then a warm wetness touch my hole. It’s a tongue and it is sending shivers up and down my spin. My legs buckle a bit. I grab the couch. I let out a moan. J: oh my gawd. I look back to see my dad on his knees, eating my hole out. His tongue exploring my quivering tunnel. He pulls away a bit. L: Was that what you were doing to him? J: Yes, please don’t stop. Dad pushed his tongue back into my cheeks. I was in heaven. I had never felt so horny before. I had never even thought of my hole or being tongued. Whenever I thought of being with Brandon, I was always the one that was going to fuck him. But I could not ignore the amazingness that was emanating from my hole at this moment. Dad reaches around to the front of my jockstrap. That’s when I realize that I’m so incredibly horny but I’m not hard. Well, a little but not at my full length or thickness. I was half chubbed at best. I feel him hand free my cock and balls from their fabric cage. Dad turns me around and engulfs my dick in his mouth. It does not take long for me to get to my full 6 inches. My dad pulls away. L: Good. Just like your old man. No Tina dick for us. Versatile is my nature. Pretty sure it is your nature too. But don’t think that’s going to get you out of your lesson? J: I love this lesson Dad. L: oh this is not the lesson. This is the lead up to the lesson. Dad stands up and I’m instantly sad that he has stopped pleasuring me. He grabs me by my arm and he pulls me to the master bedroom. I enter the room and I instantly smell my mom’s perfume in the air. This brings me back to Earth for a moment. J: Dad, what about mom? Are you gay? L: I’m bisexual. Your mom knows that. She is too. But when I chill with Tina, it’s all about getting that nut. Now get in the bathroom and walk in the shower. But lose this first. Dad grabs the jockstrap and rips it down. It falls down to my ankle and I flick it off. I walk into the shower and I look at him perplexed. I had just showered. He goes into a small closet and emerges with an enema kit. L: Bend over. Get on your hands and knees. I get into the position as ordered. I am perplexed again. I had just used something similar to clean out as ordered to. What was I doing it again for? Dad pulls out a bottle of lube and squirts in on my hole. It’s a bit cold to my touch. He pushes some in with his finger. Inside of me, the lube feels warm; almost burning my insides. I make a noise of discomfort. L: Shut up. You’ll feel better in a minute or two. The finger pulls out. He pushes it back in and wiggles his finger. It feels strange but good. He pulls his finger out again. This time he places rubber tube, shaped like a dick head, up my hole. I wince as it pushes forward. It is thin but I’ve never had anything pushed up there before. He pushes it in as far as I can take it. He holds up a bag. I look back at it and I can see the clear bag is filled with a golden liquid. He adjusts a leaver and the liquid begins to rush down the tubing. I begin to feel a warm feeling inside of me. At first the warmth is just in the area of the rubber dick head. Then I start to feel a full sensation. I look back at the bag holding the liquid and it’s empty. I have all the liquid inside of me now. I feel my dads hand pawing at my left ass cheek. L: Yeah, that’s right. Absorb all that chem piss. Gonna fuck you up boy. I start to feel the warmth expand throughout my body. There is a tingle the follows the warmth. My head feel spiny. My dad flicks the rubber head that’s inside of me and I let out a moan. L: Perfect. Time for your lesson. Dad pulls the rod out from me. He turns on the shower and helps me to my feet. The water hits my skin and I start to feel the piss leaking out of my ass. L: when it’s all out of you, turn off the shower. Towel off and come to me in my bed. I stay there a minute. I can feel the piss empty from my insides. I feel a burning need for my hole to be filled with something. I know it’s begging for cock. My dad’s cock. Any cock. I turn off the shower and dry off. I walk over to my dad’s bed. I don’t see him around but I hear him in his closet. L: get on your back and hold up your ankles. I obey his command and get into position. When he emerges from the closet, he brings out some toys with him. He has his bottle of lube in one hand and 3 dildos in his arms. He drops them next to me. he gets right between my legs and bends down to lick my hole. He’s licking and loosening my hole up a bit. I beg for more. He fingers some lube into me again. He reaches under the bed and pulls out a baggie with what look like crystals inside. He pulls out a big crystal piece and places it at my hole. He grabs one of the dildos and uses it to push the crystal inside of me. I feel a familiar burn and it makes my ass gyrate. i feel the head of the dildo push into me. I hold my breath. My dad looks into my eyes. He looks into my huge pupils, smiles, and then pushes the full length of the dildo into my virgin hole. J: FUUUUUU That’s all I can get out. It hurts but it feels good at the same time. My hole wants it. My hole needs it. He pulls it out and pushes it back inside me. This time I only wince. It takes a few minutes until I can take the full length without incident. My dad pulls out another baggie with white powder in it. He sprinkles some on the second dildo before slowly pushing it halfway into my hole. I’m able to breath and breath and adjust. The burn of the powder makes my hole twitch. It feels like my hole is trying to suck the dildo inside me. Trying to slowly fuck into myself. I start to push back against the intruding toy. My dad takes that as a sign and pushes the entire length into me. Again I wince but I know I need it in me. I need more in me. L: Good boy. That first toy was a small stepping stone. This one in you right now is the same size of your own cock. As he says this he grabs onto my hard dick. He gives it a squeeze. He rubs the head of my dick and I moan. I leak precum on him. He holds his thumb up to my mouth and I lick it off of him. It tastes amazing. He starts fucking me with the toy. He eventually switches to the third and biggest of the dildos. without any warning, he slams the thick toy up my hole. I wince in slight pain but only moans escape my mouth. He fucks me with the thick toy until he grew tired of it. He pulls out the toy. L: Get down off the bed and come suck this dick already. I practically lunge off the bed and onto my knees before my dad. He dick is standing straight up. I look at it briefly. It’s exactly like my own dick except that his is an inch longer than my own 6. Maybe an inch and a half. It was hard to assess as I engulfed the hard dick in my mouth. I suckled on the head like it was a slurpy straw. I was trying to get that sweet, sweet precum that I knew was inside. It did not take long before I was blessed with the taste on my tongue. Then I allowed myself to take more into my mouth. He is touching the back of my throat with his dick and I’m loving it. I choke on it for a moment. He places his hands on my head and starts to face fuck me. Every other thrust tickles my throat. I can feel his balls slapping my chin. He throws my head back. He grabs my by my arm and picks me up to my feet. He throws me against the bed. L: Spread those legs for me son. J: Yes, sir. I hear him spit on his dick and the familiar touch to my waiting hole. He leaves it was my entrance. I cant wait. I start to push back. His head pops inside of me. This time he moans. I tire of him taking his time. I slowly push back and back and fuck myself against his dick. I keep going until I feel his pubic hair against my cheeks. I bottom out. I cant believe I took the hole thing. I’m glad he used that third dildo because he is just as thick. L: HAHA, hungry for my dick. Here lets see how much you like this. Dad kicks my legs further apart and uses his hands to push down my top half against the bed. He starts jack hammering my hole with his 7 inch meat. My hole is stretching in all the best ways. He hammers me for about 15 minutes. He pulls one of my legs up to the bed. I’m on one leg and practically doing the splits. I love this position. I can feel him getting further inside me this way. He starts panting and making grunts. I know he’s almost there, ready to nut. J: I’m cumming dad. Cum inside me dad. I want your babies inside me. L: Little late for that. This is gonna be my second load in your tight hole. my first load is great lube. J: Please fill me up again dad. I let out a deep moan as the cum is fucked out of my dick and shoots against the bed. The internal squeezing I was doing while cumming is sending my dad over the edge. He grabs onto my hips and thrusts deeply. He holds off on pulling away. L: Yeah, that right boy. Dad pulls away from me and he spreads my cheeks with his hands. I watches as his loads slip out my formerly virgin hole. L: Now you know how good it feels to get fucked. Now you know how your boyfriend will feel when you fuck him. He slaps my ass as he walks over to his dresser. He looks at his phone. L: I just received the invite from Nick. We’re going over to Brandon’s house for some more lessons. Go get those shorts on but leave that cum dripping down your leg. Feel like a good little whore. My little whore. We're gonna go show Nick and Brandon how good you are at taking your dad's dick. I hope your super bottom boyfriend takes dick as good as you. I look at him with my saucer eyes in disbelief. L: Don't worry. You'll be getting your dick wet too. Like i said, vers like your old man.

After a year on the east coast, I'm back in Los Angeles. Ran into a familiar face at a local bar Friday night and after a few rounds ended up at his place with his fat cock pumping my mouth unloading it all down my throat. Walked home and stopped by a local cruise park where I waited for someone to suck me off. Let's just say, I wasn't disappointed here either 😏

I am proud to be up over 18,000 sex partners and adding at the rate of 400+ a year. YeahI am a sex pig and spend at least 4 days a month in group use settings...but there's no Pleasure like it. Getting to film my promiscuous life and share it on the net is a huge bonus.

Fuck I needed this last fuck! I've been doing some extra work for my dad so I've been a very busy boy! It got to the point where neither of us did anything but this certain work project...I wasn't going to the gym or beach volleyball..I wasn't out with friends or getting laid! I'd come home fucking exhausted, I would stand my hand up (to tired to jerk off), and sleep until I got up to head back to the project...No porn or Breeding Zone visiting just long work hours for me... I am fucking glad that stressful time is over! So last night around 11ish, I finally leave work , with the knowledge that my Pops had given me a week off, I'm jump into my jeep and off to home I go...I had taken off the doors and top because the cooler air at night keeps me awake... so as I'm driving I can feel the air going up my shorts...now, I don't get hard and my balls shrink up because it's cold but, I do get extremely horny! The first turn off is to a park that I go jogging in during the day and when I was alot younger would go and get my dick sucked...hadn't had that experience at that park in awhile but, my balls where thinking for me and said what could go wrong! Now my brain said oh it's midnight and your heading to park to potentially get head or murdered! Well to my surprise, it was neither! I got fucked LOL! I pulled up into the parking and parked next to the entrance and started to walk the lighted path..no other cars in the parking lot but, I kept going as I knew a park restroom was down the path then behind it you'd find trails...I got to the restroom but, the doors are locked..so I head behind the restroom building and followed a trail that was dimly lit..I thought what the fuck and dropped my shorts next to a tree to rub one out...now it's been about three weeks since I shot a load, not counting the morning precum leakage from morning boners, so my dick was fully bricked! I have got my phone out and looking at porn and I'm jerking it like a guy that has just found out what his dick can do...hard and fast.. it felt good out in the cool night air and I could feel the stress melting outta my shoulders..when I hear a very close and audible cough...I look up and notice a figure in the shadows...I totally drop my phone and trip as I trying to pull my shorts up ...they're totally caught in my flip-flops...I fall back against a tree and the figure starts to laugh..My very first thought is that it is a police officer who is gonna laugh as he takes me to jail and my second thought is that if he's gonna murder me , my Dad is gonna hear that I was found with dick out and my phone nearby playing videos of T.I.M porn.... Thankfully the guy sees the fear and my very wide eyes and said I'm not a cop or murderer...he said he lived in the condos on the other side of the park and when he can't sleep that he walks the park... He then said he is usally all alone at night in the park but occasionally runs into guys like me masturbating...I pulled up my shorts and got myself together as he came out of the shadows...6'4 , 30's to 40's age, white, bald, hoodie on with shorts and the hairiest legs a man could have! He is a fucking stud...he immediately said that i need to drop my shorts and let him fuck me...I walked up to him and as he stared into my eyes and smiled, with both hands reached around and grapped each of my asscheeks.... he said oh fucking yeah I got lucky tonight ...he drops down as he pulls my shorts down and engulfed my cock. He's slurping and rubbing my ass...I'm doing my best not to blow and pull away...he comes up and ask me to please let him fuck me....no mention of condoms, lube, clean out or anything... I turned around and it's a quick unbuckle, spit, and entry maneuver...he immediately moans and whispers in my ear that he loves a nice bubble meaty ass..now this guy is filling my asschannel up cause he has dick on him....it's blunt and big! He is hung like a horse..I also feel his very bushy pubic hair rubbing on my asscrack...he grabs my waist tightly and as he slowly starts the fucking asked me if I wanted poppers...I moan a yes to him and he said that that a boy! He hands me the poppers and im quickly flying as he gets his rhythm of fucking going...He's a bull and sounds like one with his grunts... I'm have my hands on my knees cause I know if I touch my rock hard dick, that is bouncing up and down and hitting my stomach, l will cum. I wanted this to last...this ass fucking is exactly what I needed! Like me, I notice he's totally lost in the fuck..if I could see his eyes, I am sure, they are rolling back...He eventually ask where he can cum.. I said" cum in me,bro!" and we both laughed then quickly went back to this fuck among fucks! I take another hit of poppers and he starts to get faster. We are reaching that peak of no return, I get that popper halo of lights when you close your eyes and your high as shit cause you've taken a huge hit and without stopping his fucking he calmly says to me I cumming...and he cums my favorite way when I top and that is you don't stop when you cum...you cum as you pump and eventually slow down when you're ready you pull out.. That's exactly what he did too...He slowed down then pulled out. I immediately turn around to face him and he is standing there with his shorts around his ankles and holding with left hand his hoodie halfway up...he has the hairiest stomach and pubic area ...there is no separation of hair between his chest, stomach, or pubes...I know cause I felt that hair chest and stomach up..he also had some nice man pecs on him... Now guys, you're all on breedingzone so you're piggy, like me, so it should come to no surprise that I instinctively leaned over and engulfed his dick to made sure to clean it properly for him...thankfully, I had been blessed by the gods that my ass had obviously had not needed to be cleaned out and his dick tasted of his frothy cum... At the same time we said to each other that we needed that and laughed..we proceed to walk over to my jeep with the feeling you've got a new fuckbud.. So I said that I'm not looking anything more serious then a fuckbud and friend but would you like to head over to Denny's (24hour restaurant) for coffee, breakfast and to shoot the shit...He said fuck yeah and Im buying...then jumped into my jeep.. As we later chatted in an empty Denny's, I find out his name is Tony, married but his husband and he had agreed on an open one...he then proceeds to tell me he IS a cop! That he doesn't cruise the park often because of job but, if he does he knows the times when the park isn't being patrolled by his fellow police... .I tell him that is the first time in years that I had cruised that park...usally I cruise apps, bars, friends, gyms, bathhouse or the adult bookstore...I just get lucky.. He knew the bookstore and bathhouse well....we ended up making plans for him and husband to join me and my bro next weekend at a party that will turn into an orgy..so on a good note, I didn't get murdered, I got the release I needed and new fuckbud or should I say a hairy fuckBULL?!

Needed some cumdump therapy so I advertised on sniffies (and on here lol) for a few days prior that I was going to be ass up in Charlotte NC at a local cumdump hotel. I was not disappointed! Took 19 loads between my 3pm check in and 11am checkout. All anyamous, ass up, no questions asked loads. Let me tell you, if you're a size queen, definitely visit Charlotte. Ive never seen so many hung guys in one city!! I sit here the morning after, still sore but super satisfied. Thinking ive gotta do that again. Maybe Raleigh NC next month?

Kevin was a little nervous as he took the elevator up to Mike's apartment. His buddy had messaged him the day before about a last-minute surprise party he was throwing for a friend, and really thought Kevin would have fun. He said there would be about 15 guests, mostly guys in their 50s and 60s, so Kevin would definitely be the youngest guy there. He had just turned 28 the month before. That appealed to Kevin, who was really into older men. He hadn't been to a play party in awhile. But since he wouldn't know anyone except Mike, he was uneasy about what to expect. Mike opened the door and greeted him with a big smile. "Kevin, you made it!" he said, throwing his arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. The party was already underway, with loud music playing and about a dozen men standing around drinking and talking. It was definitely an older crowd, with most of the men having grey beards and wearing leather vests and pants. Most of them were bears, which was Kevin's favorite type of man. Mike handed Kevin a drink and walked him around, introducing him to the other guests. Kevin attracted a lot of flirting, with guys saying how cute he was and hoping he was a bottom, which made Kevin laugh. He certainly was a bottom, he told them, which made each of them even more flirty. "Oh, I want your ass first!" said a man named John, slapping Kevin's butt for emphasis. About a half hour passed and the party was really getting started. Most of the guests had taken off their shirts, and some were down to their jocks. The liquor was flowing and some of the men were doing cocaine and ecstasy. Some of the men had drifted into Mike's bedroom, where he had a sling set up next to his bed. "Come on, Kev," said Mike, waving toward the bedroom. Kevin followed and saw that the sling was already in use, with two bears fucking loudly. Other guys had paired off and were kissing and groping each other. There was a pile of leather clothing in the corner. By this time, Kevin was getting pretty drunk. As soon as he entered the bedroom, guys began coming over and fondling him. He took off his shirt and immediately felt a pair of hands on his chest, pinching his nipples. All the attention gave Kevin a big boner, which several men commented on. Now there was about five men surrounding Kevin, groping his ass and crotch through his jeans, kissing him. He was the center of attention, and liked it. He didn't stop one of the men from undoing his jeans, and in a few minutes Kevin was totally bare assed. One of the bears was on his knees, sucking Kevin's cock. By now, everyone had entered the bedroom and was either watching Kevin or grabbing his ass, cock or balls. The two bears had finished fucking each other, so the sling was available. Almost before he knew it, Kevin was in the sling, his feet up in the straps, men surrounding him and tugging at his big erection. It all seemed like a hazy dream to Kevin. He had been drinking a lot and had lost his inhibitions. He hadn't expected to be getting all this attention, but was loving every bit of it. One off the men was kissing him roughly, probing his mouth with his tongue. Kevin closed his eyes when another man began licking his hole and fingering him. John, the guy he had first talked to, thrust a container of poppers under Kevin's nose. Kevin opened his eyes and saw a 60ish bear rubbing a cock against his hole. The man wasn't wearing a condom and Kevin thought about saying something, but by now the guy had already penetrated him and Kevin thought, "Fuck it." Everyone was watching him getting fucked now. Kevin was in complete sensory overload, his stiff cock leaking precum, which one of the men was licking up. Hands were pinching his nipples, mouths were sucking his toes. The smell of poppers was overpowering. Sweating, naked men were shouting and cheering over the throbbing music. The bear fucking him yelled, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" He pulled out and shot his load over Kevin's ass. As the semen dripped down over Kevin's hole, another bear took his place and slurped up the cum, then came over and let it slide off his tongue into Kevin's waiting mouth. In the back of his drunken mind, Kevin regretted that he hadn't told the bear to wear a condom. But at the same time the idea of getting fucked bareback was exciting. Kevin even felt a little sorry that the guy hadn't shot his load into his hole instead of pulling out. Seconds later, another cock was inside Kevin's ass. It didn't take long before the guy was shouting that he was going to cum. This time, he stayed inside and spurted his semen deep inside Kevin's ass. The other men cheered and a little smile crossed Kevin's face. The next hour was a blur as one man after another took turns fucking Kevin. A guy named Jack pumped his load into Kevin's rectum, then walked around the sling and offered his sloppy cock for Kevin to suck. He opened wide and cleaned off the still-hard cock. Every guy who fucked Kevin after Jack did the same, with Kevin eagerly licking the cum still clinging to their dicks. He noticed that the jizz was now taking on a pink tinge, but he was too far gone to care. About a dozen guys had dumped their cum into Kevin's ass when John took his place in front of the sling. As John aimed his cock at Kevin's hole, he noticed a tattoo just above John's crotch. It was a biohazard symbol. Up until now, Kevin had just assumed that the men fucking him were HIV negative, but now there was no denying that he was about to be fucked by a poz man. Before he could think about protesting, John's massive erection was inside his sloppy hole. Kevin swayed back and forth in the sling as John rammed into him over and over again. Kevin noticed that his own cock was rock-hard and dripping as the thought of being pozzed drove him wild. Kevin waited anxiously for John's poz load to enter him. "Oh FUCK!" shouted John as he released his load deep inside Kevin. A second later, a thick rope of cum spurted from Kevin's own cock. He had never cum hands-free before, but the idea that John's HIV was entering his body was a huge turn-on for him. John brought his wet cock over to Kevin, who eagerly engulfed it in his mouth. Kevin recognized the metallic taste of blood mixed in with the semen as he cleaned John's cock. It was one of the most exciting moments of his life. Mike was the last man to fuck Kevin, who noticed that his friend also had the biohazard tattoo over his crotch. Mike's cum quickly joined the dozen other loads already inside Kevin's rectum. "You love having my poz babies inside you, don't you?" he grinned at Kevin. Exhausted but happy, the men lounged around Mike's apartment. Kevin was laying on the bed cuddling with John, cum oozing from his hole tinged with Kevin's blood. He had never felt better in his life, imagining the poz seed invading his body. The thought of being pozzed gave him another hard-on. "Mike, you told me this was a surprise party for a friend," Kevin asked. "Did he ever show up?" "Of course, silly! You were the friend. It's not just a surprise party, it's a conversion party and you're the guest of honor! Every guy who fucked you tonight has HIV, and most of us have detectable viral loads. Welcome to the club, Kev!" For a second, Kevin didn't know what to say. But he recalled a conversation he'd had with Mike a week ago, talking about pozzing and how it kind of turned him on to think about getting bred. Mike must have thought that Kevin was into the idea of becoming positive, and Kevin had to admit to himself that he was. "Of course, you can still do something about it, " Mike added. "Start on PEP tomorrow and it'll head off any infection. You have a couple days to decide." Kevin thought about it that night, but decided against taking PEP. He admitted to himself that he had fantasized about getting pozzed for a long time. He wanted to join the poz fraternity and never again have to worry about condoms or getting infected. It was a relief and exciting to finally be part of the tribe. A couple weeks later, Kevin tested positive for HIV. A month later, Mike invited him to another surprise party, and this time it was Kevin standing in front of the sling, injecting his poz seed into an eager young negative hole. Kevin was happy in his new life as an HIV-positive gift giver. He finally felt at home.

No, I didn‘t tell him 😉

I m around 3000. Its not alot but i think its a good amount for now and its not over

On a Saturday night, after a glass of wine, I started feeling a bit horny and really craved giving head. I began chatting with a guy I'd never hooked up with before, though we'd flirted in the past. After another glass, I thought, fuck it, and invited him over. I straight-up told him I just wanted to blow him and nothing more. He was totally cool with it. He came to my place. We started kissing, and I took his cock in my mouth. Pretty soon, he stripped off my clothes, pushed me onto my back on the bed, lifted my legs up, and spat on my hole. He kissed me again and told me to open my mouth wide. Then he spat right in it. He fingered my ass and shoved his cock inside me. He started thrusting hard while forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. With one hand, he squeezed my throat tightly, and I quickly felt his cum shooting deep inside me. It was incredibly hot, and now I don't want anything else 😛

How many men (or people if you prefer) have you had sex with? Elaborate on your history if you’d like Me: somewhere between 1,500 and 2,000. I long ago lost track. I know I hit 29 by the time I graduated high school - mostly older men in their 20s and 30s. By the time I was 21 it was over 100. Again, mostly older than me. I worked in the sex industry in my 20s and early 30s, and figure it was 1000 men by 35. Yet again, mostly older although my increasing age meant an alley increasing proportion were younger than me. I’ve slowed down since then although I’ve sped way back up in the last year since I got on Prep. Cumdumping is fun!. I’m very into sex with new men. My long term romantic partner aside, I get bored of having sex with the same guy time after time and want to enjoy sex with new men. I’m never get tired of exploring men’s’ sexualities. I especially love virgins and inexperienced guys although that’s a tall order for me to find now. You?

I got fucked by my BF's roommate while he was in the shower getting ready for our 3rd anniversary. The roommate walked by our room when I was changing and I caught him starring at me naked in a mirror. We always had a little flirty energy but never acted on it. Being a horny 20-something at the time, I wandered over to his room and rode his cock. He busted in me quick before my BF's shower water stopped. Then I scurried back to our room and showered up before my BF and I went to dinner. BF and I had a bunch of drinks and I sucked him off that night. I was pent up because I hadn't busted yet, so when my BF passed out I hung out in the living room scrolling through a4a and CL m4m at the time. The TV was on and his roommate wandered out and eventually and railed me again on the balcony. We went to the balcony so we could hear if my BF woke up to have time to act like we were just having a drink and a smoke. I shot a load off the balcony while he nutted in me again. A very memorable anniversary for me, as I started a hookup affair with his roommie. EDIT: Also worth mentioning, an older gay neighbor caught us fucking from his window and jerked off for us - we both hooked up with him a few weeks later.

Totally get that! Turns me on a lot as well

So the last 2 days I’ve topped 2 different bottoms. The first was on Friday he found me on Grindr asking if he could blow me. I’m usually a bottom but I like a good blowjob so figured why not and went over to his place. He’s about 5’6” 140lb perky little butt and a killer smile. We make out for a bit before he leads me to the couch and pulls my shorts off. He drops between my legs and slowly swallows my cock swirling his tongue around the head, it’s a good BJ and I’m enjoying myself. About 5min pass when he stands up and completely undresses then takes the rest of my clothes off. He grabs my hand and says “follow me” as he leads us to his bedroom. I lay down on the bed as he gets on top of me in a 69 position my cock in his mouth and his perky ass in my face. I don’t even hesitate I start rimming his tight hole licking and fingering getting it nice and wet. He turns around and places my cockhead at his hole and tells me “I just want to feel the tip ok” he works my cockhead in and out of his tight hole a few times before we start making out again and the more we make out the more my cock slides deeper into him. It’s not long before my 7” cock is balls deep inside and he starts to fuck himself. He rides me a few minutes before I push him on his back and start plowing his hole. A few more minutes of that and I flip him over on his stomach and continue fucking till I tell him I’m getting close he just says “yes”, “breed me”, “give me that load”. I happily oblige bury my cock balls deep and bust my 2 day load inside him. We make out a bit more as we dress and exchange numbers. He wants regular breedings from me now. The second guy I found Saturday on Grindr as I was at work. We chat a bit and plan to meet up when I get off work. And during our conversation tells me he wants me to breed him. After the prior day’s events I figure why not the last time I came was in the other bottom so I’ll use this one to cum today lol. I get off work and get to his place he’s 5’7” 145lb Asian guy with another perky ass. We go to his room and undress as we make out. We get on the bed and he starts blowing me. Another talented cocksucker he works my cock for a few minutes before I move him on his back, push his perky ass up and start rimming and eating his hole. After I have my fill I lube up and slide into his tight hole I fuck him missionary, on his side, leg/legs on my shoulders, doggy, cowgirl, then finally with his head pushed into the mattress and ass in the air I breed him balls deep as well. He flips on his back with my cock still inside him as we make out he jerks his cock till he blows his load across both our chests. We go have a quick shower together, we make out as he washes my body. We get dressed and exchanged numbers as well, he wants regular breedings too haha I still wanna take loads myself but I also wanna keep breeding both of them, I enjoyed topping them, and just topping in general. Plus I’m really turned on by the idea of only cumming in a hole, no jerking off, which is what I do pretty much everyday lol

CumUnion Party at Steam last night, I got there around 7:30 since they are typically mostly over by 10, last night got off to a really slow start, but around 11:30 things started picking up to the point it was as good as it ever gets. Unlike last Saturday there were plenty of bottoms, so I topped at least 10 guys, seeded two of them. Only had one guy fuck me wasn't sure whether or not he came, but woke up to a cum fart this morning so I definitely got bred. Did have one guy, who had never been to Steam before ask me not long before I left if it was always this slow, I hated to break it to him that it was as good as it ever gets at that point in the evening The highlight of the evening was right before I left around 2:30, it had mostly emptied out, and I wanted to get off a 2nd time before calling it a night. I tried to fuck the guy who had complained about how slow it was, but he was as tight as a vice and we couldn't seem to figure out how to make it work. I had stepped over to watch a couple fucking on the bench by the slurp ramp, but they quickly stopped and left, when the twink that had been watching with me grabbed my hard cock bent over the just vacated bench and guided me into his loose cummy hole and started practically raping my dick with it. It didn't take long for me to add my cream to his well used fuck hole.

Greg's pulse raced as he stepped into the sprawling backyard of the older man's house, the scent of sizzling sausages and beer mingling with the sharp tang of chlorine from the nearby pool. He'd met the host Victor just hours earlier in a dingy public toilet stall off the main drag, where Victor's thick fingers had pinned him against the graffiti-scratched wall while his cock plunged deep into Greg's eager hole. 'Come to my Melbourne Cup BBQ,' Victor had grunted mid-thrust, breath hot against Greg's neck. 'Bring that tight ass.' Greg, always up for more, had nodded, cum still leaking down his thighs as he pulled up his jeans. Now, under the Australian sun, the party buzzed with about a dozen men milling around, laughter booming over the clink of glasses. Greg didn't recognize a soul, his stomach twisting with that mix of nerves and excitement. He grabbed a scotch and coke from the cooler, the burn of liquor steadying him as he sipped, eyes darting over the crowd. Victor clapped him on the shoulder, haded him a shot and introducing him vaguely before vanishing into his guests. Another drink in, Greg felt the warmth spread, loosening his limbs. He wandered toward the edge of the yard, where a sturdy metal frame caught his eye—a sex swing, suspended from a reinforced beam on the patio, its leather straps swaying gently in the breeze. Leaning against the frame was a massive bear of a man: broad-chested, hairy as fuck, with a gut that strained his tank top and thighs like tree trunks in cargo shorts. His beard was thick and salt-and-pepper, eyes locking onto Greg with a predatory gleam. 'First time here?' the bear rumbled, voice deep enough to vibrate through Greg's chest. He extended a meaty hand. 'Name's Hank. You look like you could use some company.' Greg shook it, the grip firm and lingering. 'Greg. Yeah, just got invited by Victor. Don't know anyone else.' They chatted easily—about the race, the drinks, the heat—Hank's gaze dropping pointedly to Greg's crotch more than once. The scotch flowed, Greg's third now, blurring the edges of his caution. Hank's hand brushed his arm, then rested on his lower back, thumb circling teasingly. Suddenly, Victor's voice boomed over the speakers. 'Lads! Race is starting in five! Get ready!' A flurry erupted—shirts yanked off, shorts dropping to ankles. Men stripped down to nothing or jockstraps that framed bulging packages and furry asses. Cocks swung free, half-hard already, the air thick with musk and anticipation. Greg blinked, arousal hitting him like a freight train as naked bodies pressed close, hands groping freely. Hank grinned, stripping off his tank to reveal a forest of dark hair across his pecs and belly. 'Your turn, boy.' Before Greg could process, hands—Hank's and others—tugged at his clothes. Shirt gone, jeans shoved down, his own cock springing out, already leaking. They left him in his briefs, but Hank ripped those off too, leaving Greg bare and exposed. 'Into the sling,' Victor ordered, appearing with a wink. Greg's heart hammered as strong arms lifted him, settling his back against the padded support. Straps buckled around his thighs, spreading his legs wide, ankles hooked high. His ass hung open, hole twitching in the cool air, balls dangling vulnerably. The position arched his back, cock pointing skyward, pre-cum dribbling down the shaft. Hank dropped to his knees between Greg's splayed legs, face diving in without preamble. His beard scraped Greg's inner thighs as his tongue lapped broad and flat over Greg's hole, circling the rim before spearing inside. Greg gasped, head falling back, the wet heat of Hank's mouth devouring him. The bear ate ass like a starving man—sucking, probing, tongue-fucking deep while the TV blared the pre-race hype. Guests gathered, stroking themselves, murmurs of approval as Hank's saliva slicked Greg's crack, dripping down to his taint. The announcer's voice crackled: 'And they're into the gates!' Tension built, the crowd hushing. Hank pulled back, wiping his mouth, his own cock now free— a fat, uncut monster, veined and throbbing, at least nine inches of girth. He spat into his palm, slicking the head, eyes locked on Greg's. Gates clanged shut on screen. 'They're off!' the commentator yelled. Hank surged up, gripping Greg's hips, and rammed forward. No warning, no tease—his raw cock breached Greg's rim in one brutal shove, sinking balls-deep into the spit-lubed heat. Greg's cry echoed, the stretch burning fierce as Hank's girth split him open, pubes grinding against his ass. The bear didn't ease in; he pounded immediately, hips pistoning with ferocious speed, each thrust slamming home like a jackhammer. The race blurred on the TV—horses thundering, crowd roaring—but Greg's world was Hank's relentless fuck. The sling rocked with the force, chains rattling, Greg's body jolting forward on every plunge. Hank's balls slapped wetly against his cheeks, the raw friction dragging over his prostate, sparks exploding behind his eyes. 'Take it, you slut,' Hank growled, sweat beading on his hairy chest, one hand pinning Greg's thigh wider. The pace was merciless, Hank's grunts syncing with the announcer's calls—'He's out in front, by a mile, leading the pack!'—but Greg could only moan, hole clenching around the invading shaft, milking it greedily. His cock bounced untouched, leaking steadily, the public display heightening every sensation as eyes watched, cocks jerked. 'Photo finish!' The horses crossed the line, cheers erupting. Hank roared, burying deep and unloading—hot jets of cum flooding Greg's guts, pulsing thick and endless. The warmth spread, Hank grinding to wring out every drop before pulling out with a obscene squelch, seed oozing from Greg's gaping hole. No pause. A second man—lean, tattooed, jockstrap discarded—stepped up, cock rigid and dripping. He thrust in raw, using Hank's load as lube, fucking fast and shallow, hips blurring. Greg whimpered, overstimulated, ass slurping around the new intrusion. The man lasted barely a minute, groaning as he added his load, cum mixing and bubbling out. Third was quicker—a stocky guy with a pierced dick, shoving in without a word. He hammered erratically, the metal barbell scraping Greg's walls, before stiffening and pumping his release deep, grunting satisfaction. Panting, spent, Greg hung limp in the sling, hole wrecked and leaking a creamy trail down his crack. Victor helped lower his legs and climb out gently, helping him to his feet on wobbly legs. 'Welcome to the annual raw BBQ,' Victor said with a grin, clapping his shoulder. 'We are all POZ, fuck bare, share our DNA, keep the fun going. No loads wasted here.' Laughter rippled through the group, hands patting Greg's ass as invitations for more lingered in their eyes. Greg looked confused for a few moments as if trying to understand what Victor said. Greg's legs trembled as Victor steadied him, the slick mess from his ass trickling down his thighs, mixing with sweat under the relentless sun. The party's energy hadn't dimmed; naked bodies roamed freely, cocks still twitching from the race's excitement, the air heavy with the scent of cum and grilled meat. A few guys shot Greg appreciative nods, their eyes lingering on his reddened bum where the slings leather had pressed. One of them—a wiry guy in his forties with a shaved head and a tribal tattoo snaking down his arm—sidled up, bottle of beer in one hand and a small brown vial in the other. 'Hey' he said, voice gravelly from years of smokes. 'You look like you could use a hit .' He popped the cap, the sharp, chemical whiff hitting Greg's nose before he could react. Amyl nitrate—poppers. Nick pressed it under Greg's nostril. 'Inhale deep, mate. It'll make that ass sing.' Greg hesitated, but the post-fuck haze and the scotch buzzing in his veins won out. He sniffed hard, the fumes rushing up like fire, exploding in his brain. Heat bloomed in his chest, then lower, his hole clenching involuntarily around the emptiness, craving more. His vision sharpened, colors vivid, every nerve ending igniting. Suddenly, the world felt electric—cocks everywhere looked thicker, asses rounder, the need to get filled overwhelming. His resolve was crumbling under the rush, body arching toward anyone who glanced his way. Nick grinned, handing the vial away. 'That's it. Now, let's get you wet.' He grabbed Greg's wrist, pulling him toward the pool's edge where a cluster of men lounged on towels, stroking lazily. Without warning, Nick spun Greg around, shoving him to his knees on the warm concrete. 'Open up,' he was already bare, his semi-hard dick flopping out, foreskin peeled back to reveal a glistening head. Greg's mouth watered from the poppers' high, and he parted his lips instinctively. But Nick aimed lower, gripping his shaft and unleashing a hot stream of piss right onto Greg's chest. The acrid warmth splashed over his pecs, running in rivulets down his abs, soaking his pubes and dripping off his balls. Greg gasped, the humiliation twisting into thrill, his cock hardening fully as the urine hit his skin. Nick adjusted, pissing directly into Greg's open mouth—salty, bitter fluid flooding his tongue, forcing him to swallow or choke. Some spilled out, streaking his chin, while others at the party cheered, a couple joining in to add their streams, drenching Greg from head to toe in a golden shower. Soaked and reeking, Greg knelt there, the poppers keeping him pliant, eager. His hand wrapped around his own dick, jerking slowly as the piss pooled around his knees. Nick shook off the last drops onto Greg's face, then hauled him up by the armpits. 'Good boy. Now to the sling—more loads waiting.' They maneuvered Greg back to the sex swing, he climbed in willingly this time, legs spreading wide as straps secured him again, ass presented like an offering. The first of the two—a burly redhead with a beer gut and a thick, curved cock—didn't waste time. He hawked a glob of spit onto Greg's piss-slick hole and drove in raw, the slide easy from the cum already coating his insides. The redhead gripped the swing's chains for leverage, pulling Greg onto his dick with each thrust, balls slapping wetly. Greg moaned loud, the poppers amplifying every ridge and vein dragging inside him, his prostate throbbing under the assault. The redhead fucked steady, grunting with effort, sweat flying as he bottomed out repeatedly. Greg's body rocked, piss drying crusty on his skin, the degradation fueling his slutty haze. After a dozen deep pumps, the man tensed, slamming home and flooding Greg's guts with another hot load, cum churning with the previous deposits, leaking out in frothy white drops. Barely catching his breath, the second bloke stepped up—a lean guy with a trimmed beard and a long, straight cock that curved upward. He rubbed the head along Greg's crack, smearing the mess, then plunged in with a slick pop. This one went slower at first, savoring the sloppy heat, hips rolling to grind deep. More amyl and greg's hole sucked him in greedily, muscles fluttering from the overload. The bloke picked up speed, hands on Greg's thighs, nails digging in as he hammered away, the swing creaking under the rhythm. Greg's mind floated, lost in the sensation, until the man buried himself and erupted—pulse after pulse of seed painting his walls, the warmth seeping deeper. As the guy pulled out, a gush of mixed cum poured from Greg's ass, splattering the ground below. Victor helped Greg down again, but this time, whispers rippled through the crowd. Someone had overheard Greg's earlier chat with Hank—'Don't know anyone else'—and pieced it together. 'Wait, he's neg?' a voice muttered. Heads turned, eyes widening, then narrowing with wicked intent. Victor paused, brow furrowing. 'You serious, mate? Thought you were one of us.' The group closed in, cocks stirring back to life, a mix of surprise and opportunity lighting their faces. 'Well, fuck it,' Victor said, clapping Greg on the back. 'Looks like we've started your conversion party. No backing out now—you've already got four loads of poz cum swimming in that hole.' Greg's eyes widened, the poppers' fog parting just enough for reality to crash in. Poz? The word hit like a gut punch. He'd taken raw loads from strangers, bareback in the sling, and now... his ass clenched, feeling the fullness, the risk sinking in. Panic flickered, but the fumes lingered, dulling the fear, stirring a dark curiosity instead. These men, all carrying the virus, had marked him inside, their DNA mixing in his guts. The guests didn't give him time to dwell. 'Resolve's fading already,' Hank rumbled, stepping forward with his cock half-hard again. 'You're turning into our cum slut, boy. Embrace it.' Hands guided Greg to a table, bending him over the edge, ass up. His protests died unspoken as the first volunteer—a silver-haired daddy type—mounted him from behind, sliding into the cum-lubed channel with ease. He fucked deliberate and deep, whispering encouragements: 'Take our gift, convert for the party.' One by one, they lined up, each thrusting home raw, adding their loads to the breeding pool. Greg's body betrayed him, hips pushing back, moans escaping as pleasure overrode dread. Cum sloshed inside with every new cock, overflowing down his legs, marking him thoroughly. By the fifth or sixth, his resolve shattered completely—he begged for more, hole gaping and hungry, fully surrendered to becoming their poz cum dump. The BBQ stretched into the afternoon, Greg at the center, passed around like the main course, his transformation sealed in sweat, piss, and seed. Hope you all like it.

Was on grindr and found a guy living just 2 floors down in my building He fucked me well. Was a quick and intense fuck as we both didn‘t have too much time Now I‘m sitting here with a load in my ass and waiting for my bf to get home 😉 Will meet the guy. It‘s just to convenient. Especially since we never discussed status

Hey guys. I’ve been thinking about trying a different direction for a story. It includes a new theme. I hope you like it. Coach Sanders I think deep down I always knew I was gay. It was just there, in the back of my head, waiting for me to quit pretending. Hard to believe now, but back in high school I was a chubby geek. I used to hide behind baggy clothes and spend more time online than outside. My body made that clear. The thought of showering in front of the guys in gym made my stomach twist. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t about being small down there. That wasn’t it. It’s that I knew they’d laugh at my naked body. So, I’d pretend I had somewhere to be or wait by my locker until I could clear out unnoticed. And because I was basically a nobody, I got away with it. Thing is, I used to stare at the jocks, hoping they wouldn’t notice. All the time I’d just tell myself I was looking at them because I wanted a body like theirs. I even kept saying that when I started watching gay porn. But I was only jacking off to solo stuff and imagine my body like that. So, it was ok. But by senior year, I decided to do something about it. So, I hit up Coach Sanders about using the weights. He’s in his fifties, fit, serious. The kind of old school coach who still wears a whistle. I stood there, nervous. Even though I was intimidated, he never gave me shit and kinda watched out for me if the other guys messed with me. That’s what gave me the nerve to tell him I wanted to start on the weights and get in shape. He just sat there, looking me over for second before straightening up. “I’ve been watching you, kid. You’ve got potential,” he told me, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I can see it. Though, the baggy clothes aren’t helping any. It’s obvious you’re trying to hide your body.” I just stood there, his hand on my shoulder. Eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for something. I took a deep breath and told him the problem was that I wasn’t sure about being in the weight room with the other guys. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet nod like he understood. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then turned and said I could come in once everyone had left. Since he taught a couple of history classes, he'd be in his office late. So I started showing up when it was empty. No noise, no eyes on me. Coach barely said anything at first. Just nods when I walked in. But after a couple of days, he noticed I didn’t have a clue. He’d correct my form, show me how to grip the bar, tell me which muscles I should be working on. I listened during all of it. After about a month, he stood beside me watching as I was benching. “Gotta be honest, kid. I didn’t think you’d stick with it,” he said, looking me over, not holding back. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m starting to see a difference.” I looked at myself and didn’t see much. Maybe a little definition, maybe nothing. But he saw it. After that, he started me on a plan and laid out what I should be doing, how often, how heavy. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just handed it to me, and I followed. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Sometimes I’d notice him checking me out, studying me. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but I felt it in my gut. And I started thinking about him without meaning to. The way he moved through the gym like he owned the place. Thick arms, veins visible even when he wasn't flexing. His pecs filling out his polo like it’s one size too small. Sometimes I could barely focus when he was in the room. One night, I dropped a dumbbell mid-set. It hit the floor hard. He was next to me before I could reach for it. “You alright?” he asked, eyes steady, handing it to me. “Yeah. Just slipped,” I told him, my eyes down. Embarrassed I’d fucked up. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped behind me, hands light on my elbows. “Keep your shoulders down. You’re pulling too high,” he reminded me. I adjusted, tried to focus. His voice was calm, steady. “Better. Now breathe,” he said in my ear. His body right up against me. I followed his lead, but my form was off. Not from the weight. From him. From the way he moved against me. Like he knew how my body moved and was moving with it. He pressed into me, adjusting me, until I got it right. “Good boy,” he grunted, stepping in front of me. He stood there for a second about to say something but stopped. “It’s getting late. I’ve gotta finish up some papers. See ya tomorrow, kid.” I trained harder after that. Sweated more. Pushed past the burn. I told myself it was about progress, about discipline like Coach told me. But I kept noticing when he was near. I kept noticing when he wasn’t. I could feel myself changing. Coach didn’t say much, but he changed how he talked to me. Less about the weights and more about what it was doing to me. I started losing even more weight and building more muscle. The results were wild. After my workouts I’d head home, still avoiding the showers. Drenched in sweat, I’d run to my room, stripping down to check myself out in the mirror. The months of work were showing, and my late growth spurt was the cherry on top. My pecs were solid from benching. My abs showed real definition. My biceps were tight and defined when I flexed. And my legs, they were strong from all the squats. I felt more confident. Honestly, I was looking better than ever even though I still wore baggy clothes and still hiding my body. Old habits, I guess. The workouts with Coach also started messing with my head. I wasn’t just physically changing. I was starting to figure out it was more than just having a body like the jocks. I’d started looking at different porn. First it was just two guys jacking off together. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. There was no going back. I was jacking off to guys making out, sucking, and fucking each other. I’d surf sites looking for all types, not just jocks. Being a tech geek, I’d downloaded a shitload of porn. One night at the end of the school year, I was halfway through my last set. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles were pumped. I noticed Coach still hadn’t stopped by. He’d usually stopped by but was holed up in his office, something about grading papers. The room felt quieter without him. I finished my reps and hit the showers. Yeah, I was showering there now, but only after workouts. I dried off and walked over to his office. “Gonna get dressed and head out, Coach,” I told him, leaning in the doorway in my towel. Nodding, he looked up, eyes on me, and stood. "Wait,” he said, pulling out a stack of clothes and tossed me a t-shirt. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. Figured it’s time your clothes caught up.” “Thanks, Coach,” I smiled, feeling the soft, thin cotton. I put it on, walked over to mirror, and looked at myself. “Fuck,” I moaned, seeing it stretched across my pecs, and how it gripped my shoulders and biceps. And the best part, I could see it framing my waist. It didn’t hide much. I could feel myself getting hard as I turned to Coach. He stood there, holding a pair of jeans. “Uh,” I stammered, grabbing them. The towel clung to my waist, barely. “I’ll go put them on. Just got out of the shower and don’t got underwear.” “You’re fine, boy,” Coach smiled and sat down, arms behind his head. “They’ll look better without. Besides, it’s just us guys. Go on. I think I got the right size.” Nodding, I turned around, trying to hide my cock. I tossed the towel, bent down, and stepped into them. I could feel how tight they were as I got my junk in and zipped up. “I think I need a bigger size, Coach,” I told him, seeing my bulge in the mirror. “Naw, they’re fine. You’ve got nothing to hide. Your ass looks good in those,” he smiled, ignoring my growing package. He was right. Coach just sat there, not saying another word, just watching me. I thought about the hours I spent to get here. The late nights, just him and me. The way he pushed me. The way his hands stayed a second too long after a good set. The way he looked at me now. I looked over at him, sitting like he always did, arms crossed. His face didn’t give anything away, but something in his eyes kept me looking for a second longer than I should have. I was sure he knew what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and grabbed for my towel. “Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes, and headed to my locker for the rest of my stuff. I didn’t look back, but I could still feel him watching. I kept thinking about it the whole way home. It was late when I finally got in and just went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still stuck on it. Fuck, I was still hard, and my jeans were feeling even tighter. I peeled them off slowly, remembering Coach’s eyes on me, and tossed them on chair. That’s when I noticed the slip of paper sticking out of the pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. Reading it, I smiled. It was a 6-month membership to the gym downtown with a note from Coach. “Proud of you, Ben. You’ve come a long way from that boy coming to me asking for help. Thought you should keep going. Graduation’s next week, so tonight was it. Last session. Good luck.” I stared at it and read it again. He hadn’t said a word to me. Didn’t mention it when he handed me the clothes. The bastard had fucking planned it that way. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The note still in my hand. After that, I was just kinda going through the motions. Trying to get through the next week. I saw Coach a few times, in the hallway, at the ceremony. But he never looked at me, not once. He didn’t even bother with a ‘bye.’ It was like all that time with him didn’t happen. The only proof I had was when I looked at the mirror. I started at the gym the week after graduation. It wasn’t like the high school weight room where it was just Coach and me. I was still pissed, but more sad than anything. So, I threw myself into the workouts. I lifted harder, ran faster, and pushed until my muscles screamed. Months of grinding at the gym were paying off. But it didn’t feel like it was enough. Not without him seeing it. That summer I came out of my shell. I was meeting new people but always made time for the few old friends I did have. My parents were out of town for the week, and I’d been at a party earlier. Nothing wild, just enough beer cut the edge off after a long week. I got home, kicked off my shoes, stripped, and flopped on my bed. I’d heard a couple of guys at the party talking about an app they had luck with and decided to check it out. I wasn’t even sure why. Sure, I thought about having sex with a guy. How could I not? I had all that porn. But I wasn’t really out. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, not fully. Still, I set up a profile and uploaded a selfie showing off my pecs and abs. I made sure you couldn’t see my face or recognize my room. I started swiping and scrolling. Then I saw him. It was Coach. My thumb froze over the screen. I stared at his profile, my heart pounding. It was definitely him. Even without a face pic, I’d spent enough time with him to know. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pacing. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through his pics, finally getting a look at all of him. There it was. His uncut cock. Veins wrapped around his shaft. It was thick, just like I’d imagined it. Yeah, I had noticed his bulge when he spotted me. Before I could chicken out, I sent him a message. “Hey, Coach. It’s me. Ben. I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Seeing you here, kinda answers it.” He replied right away. “Yeah, I was wondering, too. You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me? I had to pretend I didn’t see it at the end. You made that damn gym feel dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” I asked, already guessing the answer. “Like I wanted to lock the door and ask what the hell you were really thinking. But I couldn’t. Not with you still a student.” “I’m not a student anymore,” I wrote, not saying anything else. I could see he was still online but didn’t respond. I started thinking it was stupid to have said it. Then, I saw his message. “True. And if you came over now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Since I still had his number, I just replied, “Text me your address.” That’s when I noticed my hardon. I threw on the t-shirt and squeezed into the jeans he gave me, checked the mirror, and headed over. The quiet streets and warm air made the buzz go down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from going there. But knew I wanted to see him. When I got there, he opened the door like he’d been waiting. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He looked good. Like I said, he was in his 50s, around 6'1", solid with broad shoulders, thick arms. I’d seen him almost every day and now his pics, so I knew he was furry. I was surprised how into it I was. He smiled, seeing me in the clothes he gave me. Stepping aside, he let me in and followed him into the living room. “Figured, you might want one,” he said, handing me a drink. He dropped into the chair across from me, stretched his legs out, looked me in the eyes, and drank. “Rum and Coke.” “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip, like I knew what I was doing. The rum was stronger than I expected. Sweet at first, then sharp. He watched me with that calm look, same as always. I leaned back, trying to seem relaxed, but my leg kept bouncing as I looked around. The place was clean, lived in, soft lighting, music low in the background. We talked about nothing really, just catching up. His voice was calm, steady. I took a gulp, trying to settle into it. That helped. I started to relax. That’s when I finally came out and asked why he had dropped my workouts. Not even a heads-up. He shrugged. I nodded and took another gulp. No judgment. I guess I finally understood “Fuck, Ben,” he smiled, “You’ve bulked up since graduation. You should put some more pics up on your profile.” “Yeah?” I smiled, flexing a bit to show off. “You think so? I just put it up tonight.” “Definitely, but you’ll need someone to help you with it,” he grinned, “If you want them done right.” I sat there thinking about it and nodded. He got up with a smile. That's when I noticed his bulge. It was pretty obvious he was getting hard. Still nervous, I sat there, not saying a word. He walked up to me. His bulge almost in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “If you want, we can do some now and have them up in no time,” he offered, grabbing a camera on the side table. My mouth hung open. I was practically drooling. He stepped back before I could do anything. I looked at him. Really looked. The booze had kicked in. I felt warmer. Relaxed. Open. I wanted to see where this was going. I nodded and stood up, then slowly took off my shirt. The room felt warmer. Or maybe it was me. He guided me over to the wall and adjusted the light. Told me to turn just a little and started shooting. After a few, he said the light would hit better if I showed more. I wasn’t sure. Besides, I was commando, like I’d been since graduation. Looking up, I saw Coach holding out a jockstrap to me. It looked beat up. Stretched out like it’d seen some action. Kinda dirty. Like maybe it hadn’t been washed in a while. “It’s one of my old ones. It’ll do,” he grinned, eyeing my bulge. Looking at it brought me back to all the loads I shot thinking about guys wearing one. Their cocks outlined in the pouches. The look of the straps framing those muscled asses as they got fucked. “Go on boy, put it on. It’ll make that ass pop,” he told me. Fuck if I didn’t want to! I tossed my socks and sneakers. And this time I didn’t hide it. I dropped my jeans. My cock was growing as I stepped out of them. I put on the jockstrap, filling up the pouch with my junk. He didn’t flinch. He just lifted the camera and told me to hold still. I did and let him see me. He circled me, snapping pics, all the time telling me how sexy I was. How I could have my pick of anyone I wanted. I was feeling the buzz mixing with horniness. That’s when I finally noticed he’d tossed his shorts. He was totally hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I’d seen pics of his cock on the app. But it was the first time I’d seen a hard cock in real life besides my own. What surprised me more was that even hard, his foreskin still covered the tip. Then, he lowered the camera and stepped in close. His hand brushed my cock, light but deliberate, as he adjusted the pouch. “Better,” he sighed and leaned in. His breath was warm, close enough to feel. His eyes locked on mine. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then he broke the moment. “Come on,” he smiled, leading me down the hall. “You gotta see yourself.” His bedroom was everything I expected. It felt like him. The large bed was made tight with no mess. The air smelled clean with a hint of sweat. Coach walked me over to the mirror without saying a word. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel his cock poking at my back as I caught his eyes in the mirror. By this time, there was no hiding it. My cock was at full mast. Up, tight against the mesh. I was leaking. For a second, I just stared at the sharp lines carving down from my hips. I ran my hands down them, tracing the V. Something I never thought I’d see on me last year. “Goddamn, boy. If you were mine, I’d keep you strapped 24/7,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and gripped my pecs. “A perfect musclejock.” “Fuck!” I moaned as his fingers spread and played with my nips. "Flex those guns, boy," he said, voice rough. "Show Coach what you built out of that flabby mess you were." My biceps swelled under the challenge. My pecs popped as I clenched and held the tension. He leaned in. His eyes locked on me. I flexed even harder. “That’s it, boy. Show it off,” he grunted in my ear, sliding his hands down my abs until they landed on my hips. He pushed back just enough to make room for his cock and looked at me again. Turning around, I stood there. My cock was practically shredding the frayed pouch. I lifted my chin, just barely. That’s all it took. His hand slid to the back of my neck. His fingers gripped me tightly and pulled me into him. His lips found mine and our tongues started wrestling. I could feel his cock sliding against my abs. Breaking the kiss, he bit my bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. I groaned. He liked it. I could feel his hand moving down my back and over my ass, his mouth still holding on to me. I wrapped my arms around him. It only made him rougher. He was taking control of me. Letting go, he slipped a couple of fingers in my mouth. “That’s it boy. Show Coach how hungry you are,” he growled. His fingers explored my mouth. I started sucking, covering them in spit. Next thing I know, he bit my neck. I lost it. It was all he needed. His slick fingers were tapping against my hole. I arched, letting him know I wanted it. “Good boy,” he smiled, slipping a finger in, and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready. Strip and get in.” I saw the chrome attachment shining in the shower and got excited. Fine, I admit it. I’d looked it up. I’d been thinking about being fucked for a while now. I guessed what was going to happen. Never done it myself, but Coach walked me through it. It was awkward at first. But with his hands on me, it made a difference. It was like he’d done this to others before. After a bit, it was obvious I was clean. But Coach grabbed a squirt bottle, and put more in, ‘just to make sure.’ Told me to hold it in for a bit, then I’d be ready. He stood watching me, making sure it wasn’t leaking out. Satisfied, he told me to empty, finish up, and put my jockstrap back on. He’d be in the bedroom waiting for me. I turned on the faucet, hands roaming as I spread lather across my pecs to my nips. I pulled and felt them harden up. The pain was connecting with the tingling in my hole. I moved down to my abs, tracing the deep cuts, then grabbed my junk with both hands and started rubbing. I’d never felt so fucking turned on. “Hurry up, boy!” Coach barked, getting me out of the moment. “Get your ass in here, NOW!” I realized he was waiting for me. I called out to him, “On my way, Coach!” I rinsed, dried off, and pulled on my jockstrap. I looked in the mirror. It was tight, perfect. I headed for the bedroom. Coach was on the bed, watching me. His eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting for this. I felt hot all over. My skin buzzed as I slowly walked to the foot of the bed. The closer I got, the more I started feeling the burn in my hole. Something was happening. My chest felt tight, my skin alive. I was horny. Yeah, but it was more than that. I so wanted this. And I didn’t care what happened next. I just knew I was ready. Coach was studying me. His eyes steady, taking in every reaction as he motioned me to him. "Yeah, boy. Get over here," he ordered, stroking his thick thighs, spread wide open. Cock hard and ready. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and got on my knees between his thighs. He watched how I breathed. How my body tensed. How I looked at him. I looked down at his cock, sticking straight up, foreskin still covering the tip. I could feel my hole twitching. Then he moved. No warning. Just a shift. “I always had my eye on you. Knew what you were capable of. Been fucking wanting this since before you first came to me, asking,” he growled, grabbing my head and yanked. “You aren’t the first one I got in shape.” Down I went, face to face with Coach’s cock. I could smell the day on him. Fucking sweat from being out in the hot sun all day. I didn’t know what came over me, but I started sniffing it as he worked his hand down my back. He started working my hole again with a slick finger. It was crazy. I was loving it and my moans got louder. “Fucking jockpig,” he laughed, working it deeper. “You like Coach’s smell, don’t ya?” There it was again. I could feel the burn getting stronger, but I didn’t care. It felt good. All I could think about now was Coach’s cock. I could see the precum oozing from his foreskin. “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, reaching out with my tongue. He stayed in me, making sure I felt his rough finger sliding and digging around. All the time, I lapped at his cock. I could taste it sliding over my tongue and down my throat. It was sharp and clean. Then I felt it. Another finger sliding in. Everything I’d ever imagined about being with a guy was happening. It wasn’t with someone my age, but I didn’t care. It was Coach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted him to show me. The burn was hitting every nerve as he opened me up, getting me ready. It was all I needed. I opened my mouth wide and went down on him. “Goddamn cocksucker. Get me ready.” Coach moaned, feeling my lips sliding over the foreskin, pushing it back on the shaft. I took it down about half-way. He just sat there, slowly starting to fuck my face. I tried not to gag, but spit was pouring from my mouth. The deeper the strokes, the more I moaned. I wanted it ready for my hole. I sucked harder. “Just relax, nice and slow. You got it,” he murmured, holding my head with both his hands until I was nose deep in sweaty pubes, my chin on his balls. I kept at it, sucking on him. His leaking cock was dripping down my throat as I gripped his thighs. His thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Alright, enough,” he growled, grabbing me, and shoved me back. He leaned in, his mouth almost at my hole. I could feel his hot breath on it. Then, he flicked his tongue at it. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, never thinking it’d be like this. He was fucking me with his tongue. Coach ate me out for a while then pulled up. My hole was on fire, hungry, and aching. That’s when I finally saw it. It wasn’t showing in any of his pics, but I could see it now. A black scorpion tattooed on the tip of his cock! Its tail wrapped around it. The stinger going under and into the piss slit. How did I miss it?! Seeing my reaction, Coach spread my legs and moved in before I could do anything. “You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about breeding you,” he growled, teasing my hole with his cock. “I knew it the first day you asked about working out that I’d make you into the perfect fucking poz musclejock.” His words were hitting me, reminding me of those nights when he was pushing me harder and harder. Making me want it. I could see the lust in his eyes but then, he got serious and stopped. “But then you fucking got under my skin, boy,” he sighed. “Like I said, you aren’t the first. Just the one I never should’ve let get this close. That’s why I ended it.” I should’ve been freaking out, but my hole was aching. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I whimpered. The look on his face suddenly changed. “Yeah? You want it, huh?” he smiled, pushing his cock at my hole, again. “Just say it, boy.” “Oh, God!” I moaned, my body giving me away. I lifted my hips and offered myself up. “I wanna be your poz musclejock, Coach.” That’s all it took. He started into me. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling the tip stretching my hole as he punched through. “Fuck, boy,” he grunted, feeling me tightening up. “You’re still fucking tight. I got plenty more to train that hole. But for now, let’s try this.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying, but I still couldn’t relax enough to take him any deeper. That’s when I saw him grab a brown bottle from the side table. I recognized it from some of the raunchier porn I’d gotten into. I watched him unscrew the bottle and take a long snort. “This’ll loosen you up,” Coach moaned, handing me the bottle. I could see the poppers were getting to him. I looked him in the eyes and put the bottle up to my nostril and breathed in. “Fuck,” I growled, feeling it hit me at the same time Coach pushed into me. “Another,” he ordered, “Opening you up, boy. No going back.” This time, it worked. I could feel him sinking in. “God! Give it to me,” I whimpered, his shaft splitting me open. “I DON’T HEAR YOU, BOY!” he yelled, hitting my prostate. I kept moaning, feeling him sliding over it. Pushing deeper. It felt like I was floating. Not really in my body but still aware of what was happening. I didn’t know what it meant. Didn’t care. Everything was a blur. But I knew he was fucking me now. And I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCKING BREED ME!” I yelled, “FUCKING POZ ME, COACH!” Coach pumped into me, pushing himself into my guts. His balls banged against me. His grip got tighter. “Fucking ass feels good, boy,” Coach growled, “Just fucking tight enough.” I just groaned. I couldn’t speak. My cock was twitching. He just kept on, ramming into me. I was loving it, wanting him to fill me up with his poz load. “Been waiting for this since I started seeing results,” Coach said, letting it settle into my head. “That ass getting high and tight. Just begging for my poz loads.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, realizing I had done it all for him. “I fucking wanted to be your musclejock since day one, Coach. Fucking wanted to make you proud.” I was panting and bucking, pushing back on his cock the whole time. I wanted it all the way in me. Each time he hit my prostate, I’d push back for more. “Fucking cockpig,” he growled, “Gonna have you begging for other poz cocks soon.” I was too much into it to answer. That’s when he sank down all the way and stayed there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, “It’s all in.” “Goddamn, it!” I moaned, squirming. Then he started ramming into me. Hard and fast. Sweat was flying off him. His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot. Closing the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight. He was close. I clenched down. He started sucking in air short and fast. Then he slowed but went long and hard, the last one pushing me over the edge. “Shit yeah!” I growled, shooting biggest load ever as I felt his cock spasming in me. “Load me up, Coach!” “FUCKING TAKE IT!” he yelled, his swollen cock finally filling my hole with his poz load, and fell on me. He stayed in me for a while, both of us now covered in sweat until he pulled out and sat back. "You feel that in you, don't you, boy?” he grinned, fingering my sloppy hole. “Your first poz load.” “Yeah, Coach,” I growled, grabbing him tight, and pulled him back on me hard. My mouth crashed into his, rough and hungry. “Fucking thanks,” I panted against his lips, my breath raw and grateful. “You’re welcome, boy,” Coach smiled, showing me his red-stained cum slick fingers. “It’s starting. You feel it? It won’t be long.” “Shit,” I moaned, sucking on them. I could taste the metallic sharpness mixed with the saltiness of his load. “Gonna be your fucking poz musclejock, Coach.” “That you are, boy,” he growled and slipped a buttplug in my hole to make sure. “MY fucking poz musclejock. I got so much to show you.” “Can’t wait, Coach,” I muttered, rolling over and burying my face in his furry pecs.

Well secret is out, hilariously not me actually taking dick but sexting with a woman and my wife caught me. Anyways I’m facing a divorce and now suddenly I feel a lot of restraints lifting. Like now I truly want to explore this other side of me. I love taking cock, and being bred. I feel like I may just turn into a cumslut for the next few months. Try it out

"Hey Stephen how are you doing?" I say walking into my girlfriends apartment. We're pretty new but with her crazy work schedule and the uncertainty of traffic her roommates were ok with her giving me a key so I could hang out and wait for her. "I'm good, a light day at the office and an exciting weekend planned ahead", he smiled as he changed the channel and dipped his hand into a bowl of snacks. "Oh? What's going on this weekend?" I asked as I entered my girlfriends room to drop my weekend bag off. "Cory's birthday party is this weekend!" "OH that's right! Shoot I wonder if Katie remembered." "You're cute", he laughed, "you guys don't need to get him anything, though it wouldn't hurt if you'd treat this more like home and walk around shirtless once in a while." "Funny, though I'm sure Katie wouldn't mind either." I said brushing it off. "You guys should just hang out tomorrow, drinks, music, games. The usual, but with more people." "Sounds fun, but I don't know Katie's schedule. But I'm sure we'll join." I went into the room and laid down on the bed. I spend the weekends here, there's always an event of some kind. I don't mind, and their friends are fun. Flirting never hurt and Katie thinks it's funny. The events never lead to anything much, just lots of drinking and on the rare occasion a guy will join the couple, Stephen and Cory, in their bedroom next door. I've never done anything with a guy, the idea of it is rather odd to me, and as much fun as they sound like they have beyond the wall, it's not my cup of tea. Katie came home late, like usual and we spent the evening after dinner watching Netflix and sex to tire us out before passing out in bed. She gets really wet and to avoid making a mess we have a collection of towels to lay down, and we mix things up with a bag of toys we keep under the bed, a few vibrators, a dildo etc. The next morning the party started early, Cory and Stephen were in the kitchen mixing mimosas and made Katie and I one. We joined them and wished Cory a happy birthday as we started the music and let the drinks flow. With a lack of breakfast I was starting to feel the booze, and Katie fearing she would be called into work kept handing her drinks to me. Guy after guy trickled into the party, bringing more booze, food, and energy. I was really feeling the drinks and could barely keep their names straight. Katie ran off on her phone. "There she goes" I thought. She came up and apologized for having to go into work and told me to have fun, and told Stephen to "protect me". They laughed it off and she ran out the door. The day went on and I was a bit more than tipsy, I went to the fridge to grab a water bottle and there were a new collection of little bottles on the door. I picked one up "Jungle Juice Platinum" it read. A guy walked up behind me and pinched my ass. "Starting early today huh?" he said reaching around to my cock and the other grabbing the bottle. I stuck my ass out to avoid his hand on my dick and my ass came into contact with his groin. "Oh! Uh I don't know what this stuff is and uh no thanks haha" I said turning and backing up. "You've never done poppers?! he exclaimed. Stephen heard that and "came to the rescue". He took the guy by the shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen and came back. "Hey sorry about that we can get a little frisky when alcohol is involved. I see you found some fun stuff there." "Uh yeah I guess what is it?" I asked still holding the little bottle. "They're called poppers, they just kind of make you enjoy sex more. Take it! give it a shot, might spice things up." I grabbed a water bottle and the "poppers" as he said and went to the bedroom, placing the poppers on the night stand for tonight. I looked up how to take them and it seemed simple enough, it also said "relaxes soft tissues, as in the muscles surrounding the anus". "Huh.. that's why they must like it then," I thought. I started watching porn on my phone and got curious, the girls seem to enjoy anal sex, and of course the gay guys like it. I wonder what it feels like, I reached under the bed and grabbed the toys. I got on my hands and knees and lubed up the toy, with the phone resting against the pillow, I slowly pressed the small toy into my ass. It felt very weird, and my body pushed it right back out. "Oh yeah, the poppers should make this better". I opened the bottle and as instructed put it under my nose to inhale. It made me cough, but almost immediately I was light headed. I pushed the toy in and it started to feel good. I think I can handle the bigger one. I reached into the bag and got the bigger dildo, it's just slightly bigger than myself so about 7 inches but thicker. with a bit of lube my ass took the entire toy. I was shocked. It felt good, but hard and a bit rough. I took a hit of more poppers and let it rest inside me. "This is much better than the bathroom!" I hear from behind me. "Holy shit!" I flipped over on my back, the toy shooting out of my ass and landing at the foot of a tall tattooed clean cut guy. "No, no, you're clearly enjoying it. Continue." he said handing me the toy. "Flip back around" My eyes darted to the door, it was shut and locked. "Continue..." he repeated, "let me help". He grabbed my legs and turned me over, grabbed my ass and pulled me up onto all fours. He took the toy, spit on it and pushed it in and out of me. It felt amazing, I reached out for the poppers and he laughed, "oh you really want to have fun, take 1 hit per nostril you slut." "Oh fuck" I said out loud, I had never been treated this way with girls and it was really dirty. I took the hits of poppers and as I did he took the toy out and put a bigger one in, AMAZING. It felt so good, it was getting so deep. He grabbed my wrists and put them on my lower back, and that's when I felt it. His hips rammed against my ass, his balls knocking into mine. He moaned and quickened his pace. I had never felt anything like it, my head was spinning, my cock was soft but I was hornier than ever. He took the poppers and poured some on my underwear and shoved it in my mouth. My head was throbbing, ass was throbbing, cock was throbbing. He ripped the underwear out of my mouth and pulled my hair. "Where am I going to cum bitch." "I don't care" I managed to say in my haze. "That's a good slut" he said as he thrust hard into my ass and yelled as he released into me. He put his shirt back on and there was a knocking on the door. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I immediately came to my senses. He just let the whole party know what was going on in here. I scrabbled and tried to put clothes on but he opened the door. The whole party was trying to look in the door. Poppers and toys all over the bed, and his cock still dripping cum. He grabbed his shorts and walked out, "great party Cory, he's all yours boys," he said as he left the party. They all stood there, half of them mouths agape. Stephen pushed through the crowd, and shut the door. "You ok?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. "Yeah, just worried about what Katie will say" "We can keep it a secret if you want, from her." he said as he rubbed my back. "Yes please." "Looks like you enjoyed it" he said wrapping his hand around my hard dick. "I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I ever imagined, but what does that mean now" "It doesn't have to mean anything, you clearly love women. you just happen to have fun with cocks. Word will spread through our group of friends, Thomas brags about all the guys he converts. "Converts? from straight to gay?" "Haha no, you're cute. He's Poz, although it looks like he might have succeeded in that too. It's not for sure, but you better go to the doctor to be safe. We'll be having a lot more fun."

At this point I would say definitely over a thousand. I have had thousand of loads but many repeats from the same guy or fuck bud so I’m trying not to count those. When I think about it it’s pretty wild that I could fill to capacity a smaller broadway theater with all the guys who came in me

Not enough.

I have no idea ... trying to guess is just making me dizzy ... all I can say is, there would be quite a number of zero's behind the numeral.

Fucking my new 20 something neighbor again, he has a live-in bf who works retail, but he works from home. H love the older daddy thing. plus, my status of Poz, he loves the thought of being converted but knows I'm undetectable. He's a gifted cocksucker and loves for me to give it to him hard in his bed he shares with his BF. great fuck!

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

I have a married fuckbud who cheats on his husband. It's a turn on for him to go home filled with my seed. He told me that one night my cum leaked out while he was in bed with his husband. He could feel the wet spot and smell that unmistakable scent of cum but his husband either didn't notice it or didn't say anything. He told me the risk was a huge turn on

After finally getting my prostate milked recently and experiencing being forced to cum hands free while fully limp, I’m completely addicted to it. People always say it’s not as satisfying or pleasurable as a regular orgasm - I see a lot of people describe it as very frustrating for that reason - but for me it was like the most powerful full body orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. Way stronger than ordinary orgasms from stimulating my dick directly, which honestly feels underwhelming now lol. Needless to say, my big fantasy desire of permanent chastity quickly turned into an actual necessity - I fully never want to cum any other way again. I am planning to give my chastity keys to the man who milked me later today so that I will truly be locked with no way out of chastity for the very first time. It’s a huge step and he intends to use the control over me I’m giving him to lead me way further down the rabbit hole of depravity than I’ve ever gone before. I’m a little bit nervous but extremely excited… it’s been such a huge dream of mine for so long that I honestly started to think it would never actually happen. I can’t wait to find out just how much it affects me over time

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Ok, guys. Here it is. More action this time. Thanks for the past reactions and comments. As I wrote before, the poz theme and writing style was new for me. I'm thinking one more chapter after this to wrap it up. Hope you enjoy. Coach Sanders 4 Next day, Coach told us we were going back to the gym. My gym. The one where it all went down. He’d fed us some clouds before. Not too much. Just enough to get us chasing it. We walked in. Front desk guy nodded. No smile. Just that look like he knew what was coming. We got dressed. Same gear as before. Inside, the usual hum. Plates clanking. Music low. A couple guys glanced over. One lifted his chin, then dropped back into deadlifts. No drama. Just recognition. Coach headed straight to the rack. We followed. “Start with pulls,” Coach said, “Then we build.” I gripped the bar. It was heavier than usual. Realized that was the point. Greg was behind me, counted slow. Coach watched my form. The reps stacked. Breath shortened. Sweat hit the mat. Coach didn’t praise. Didn’t correct. Just nodded once when I racked the bar. Then loaded the next set. Told me rows, then sleds. I dropped into position. Gripped the bar. It moved like it was stuck in cement. Every pull a fight. Nothing smooth. Just grind and breath. The sound of Greg counting slow behind me. We moved to sleds. Then trap bar carries. No breaks. We were soaked through. Gear clinging, see through, stretched tight across our pecs. Tight across our bulges. Just like before. Everything showed. Greg caught one guy staring. Smirked. “Told you,” he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. “Words out. They'll be lining up for that ass of yours.” Coach didn’t react. Just loaded the next set like none of it mattered. “Last round,” he said. “Make it count.” I dug in. Pushed. Pulled. He watched the final rep. Didn’t nod. Just said, “Enough.” I was cooling down, gear soaked, breath started to settle. Coach was by the door, talking to Jack. The trainer from before. Jack just smiled my way. Pocketed something. Turned to leave. Greg was stretched out next to me, pecs rising slow. Eyes half-closed. He motioned to the presses. Told me I had a fan. I checked it out. Saw him. Mid-thirties, lean build. Not soft. Not bulky. Hair buzzed close, jaw sharp, eyes steady. Hadn’t seen him here before. Schedules probably didn’t mesh. Then he walked over. Looked down at Greg, then back to me. “Looking good,” he said, grabbing my ass. Voice low. No small talk. “I hear you’ve been offering up that ass.” I wiped my face, nodded back. “Yep.” He stepped closer, not crowding. “Let’s go.” I looked at Greg, still cooling down. Now half-asleep on the mat. Coach glanced over. Gave a shrug, like go ahead. We walked past the showers, past the rows of locker. Into the corner where the light was low. The walls didn’t echo too much. He straddled the bench. I pulled off my soaked T-shirt, dropped it on the floor. Stretched out, arms up, abs tight. He sat there. Nodded. Like yeah, he liked it. Next I turned around. Peeled off my tights, slow. Steady. Fabric stuck for a second before sliding down. I stepped out of them, planted my feet. Gave him a better look. Then let him see my ass. Tight. Showed how much work I’d done. Every step, every rep. It was there. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, tossing his gear. Hands spread my ass. “Goddamn.” I smiled, flexed my glutes. “Coach makes me train legs three times a week. Said if I wanted to get attention, I’d need to work on it.” I shifted my stance. Straddled the bench. Bent over. Relaxed, then tightened up my hole. He saw it. Grunted at the shape, depth. Control. Wasn’t showing off. Just let it speak for itself. “Fuck yeah,” he growled behind me, spreading me open with his fingers. Felt the loads Coach and Greg had dumped in me. “Nice sloppy hole.” I pushed back. Told him I needed it. Begged. He growled. Stood. Positioned himself at my hole. I pushed back. “Shit!” I gasped at the size but kept on taking it. I eased myself about halfway. Pulled out. Left the head in me. Then slammed down. Tried to fuck myself with all 9 inches. I craved it. Picked up speed. He didn’t need to do anything. I was doing it all. He just stayed there steadying himself, moaning. Felt my hole wrapped around his shaft. Tight, like a vise. The sound of our grunts filled the empty space. I kept on. My hole needed to be fed. I couldn’t stop. Slammed back into him. Suddenly he took over. Shoved me down on the bench. Started pounding into me. I lay there. Hard cock rubbing against the wooden plank. He reached under me. Grabbed my pecs. Pinched my now swollen nips. Yeah, by this point Coach had done a number on them. Said there’d be no way to hide them. Not that I’d even try now. I yelled out. Tightened up more on his thickening cock. “Goddamn fuck!” he yelled, falling on my sweaty back, and fed my hungry hole with hot load. We stayed there, him on top of me. My still hard cock against my abs underneath. “Damn,” he said, rolling off, and stood. “You’ll be here tomorrow?” “Yeah,” I told him. “A few more days. Then go back to classes. Back to my regular times.” That’s when Greg walked in. Stopped, saw my dripping hole. “You two need a minute?” he joked, interrupting us. I smirked, eyes on the guy’s slimy cock. “Naw. We’re good.” The guy laughed, low and quiet. Then glanced at me, then back at Greg. “Tomorrow. Noon. I wanna hit that again.” I smiled. Fingered my sloppy hole. Pecs twitching. Could feel his eyes on me now. Told him I’d be there. He grabbed his gear. Looked back one last time. “Good. I won’t go so easy on you next time.” Then left. “Yep, definitely a fan,” Greg grinned, straddling the bench behind me. He leaned into my hole. Blew into it. I moaned. Felt his tongue dig into me, lap it up. Fuck! It was still tender from the rut. Finally he slapped my ass, told me to sit up. Wrapped his arms around me. Grabbed my nips. I sat back against his sweaty pecs. Turned my face to his. We kissed. Swapped the load. A few guys had come to the spot by then. One of them, Dan, raised his eyebrows. “Fuck. You keep doing that around here and expect us not to get ideas?” I laughed. Greg grinned. Pulled a couple rigs from his waistband. Said Coach had taken care of it. No interruptions. The room shifted. Energy thick. One by one, the others nodded. No words. Just that look. They wanted in. And we were ready to give it to them. The rest of my break was the same. Work out. Slam. Then loads from anyone who wanted me. School was finally back in session. Crowds, lectures, noise. I couldn’t sit still. Mind kept drifting. Cock. Loads. I needed it. Then I saw him crossing the quad. Solid. Pecs tight in a polo, arms flexed. Could make out the lines from his jockstrap through his shorts. Probably fresh from the gym. Walked like he didn’t care who stared. He looked at me. Held it. He knew. I unzipped my hoodie. Let him see me. No shirt on. Pecs hard. Abs showed when I moved. Legs solid in tight jeans. Bulge popped. He tilted his head toward the library. No words. Just a look. I followed. Close, but not too close. He walked through the main doors. Passed the front desk. Stopped at the stairs. Looked back. Made sure I was there. He nodded. Went down. Basement level. Didn’t slow. Kept moving. Straight down the hall toward the bathroom. Went in. I followed. Let the door swing shut. Locked it. Was just us now. Saw him at the urinal. No sound of piss hitting though. I moved next to him. Eyes down on his cock. Uncut. A handful. He just stood there. Shook his cock. Teased me. Then covered up. “Fucking fag. I knew it,” he growled, grabbing my neck, tight. I froze. Couldn’t breathe. Thought this is it. I’m dead. Then, he smiled, pulling me in for a kiss. “You WERE checking me out a couple of months ago.” It was him! The one who clocked me! We went at it. He tossed his polo. Tossed my hoodie. Hands went over each other’s hairless pecs. Down over ripped abs. Felt each other up. Cocks were hard. I unzipped my jeans. Pulled them down. He pushed me against the sink. Smiled. Saw my jockstrap. Stuck a finger in my hole. Called me a goddamn fucking cumdump. I moaned. Told him I needed a load. Bad. “Fucking show me how bad,” he barked, standing back. Arms up. Hands behind his neck. Pits smooth. Shaved. Fucking cock bulging out his shorts. I tossed my jeans. Dropped to my knees. Looked up. Moaned. Saw his pecs stacked like a shelf. Nips thick, pushed down. Out against the muscle. Abs cut. Obliques flared. Veins running down his arms, thick across his forearms. I was jealous. He stepped closer. Just enough to smell the sweat and musk coming from his crotch. I pulled down his shorts, jockstrap. Freed his cock. Was fucking drooling. I leaned in. Dragged my tongue up his shaved ball sac. Up his shaft. Into his ripe foreskin. Was fucking moaning from the stench hitting my nostrils. Then took him down. “Fuck, dude!” he moaned, pulling me up. Pushed me back towards the sink. “Need to breed that hole!” He kicked my legs apart. Bent me over. Ran his cock up, down my crack. Could feel my hole twitching. I begged for his load. He groaned. Forced his way in. My hands shot out. Grabbed the sink. He bottomed out. I held on. Kept hitting my prostate, hard. Our moans echoed in the tiled room. His cock rammed into me. I whimpered. Told him to fucking breed me. He just laughed. Fucking said I belonged there. In the fucking basement, taking loads all day. Like the fucking cumdump I was. He was right. I did! Was! Coach had seen to it. I’d spent most of break taking loads at the gym. And now I’d just followed this guy. Was getting bred in a public bathroom on campus. He pulled halfway out. Slammed back into me. Could hear him panting. Struggle for breath. His cock pulsed in my hole. He gripped my hips. Pushed in again. Then he said it. Told me he was poz. Said Coach had told him to keep an eye out for me. Been told I’d turned. Was hunting poz loads now. I moaned. Couldn't believe my luck. He kept on. Rammed his cock in me. I begged for his load. Told him Coach had made me a poz cumdump. Always on the hunt. Always ready for a load. That did it! He slammed into me. Coated my hole with his toxic jock load. I fucking loved it! He let go of my hips. Pulled out. I took a breath. Fell to my knees. He smirked. Grabbed my head. Shoved his cock in my mouth. I took it. Wanted to taste his load. My juices. I stayed on him. Cleaned it like usual. Couldn’t get enough. Then he told me was worth the wait. Lots of guys were waiting for the word. Would make sure it got out. Then he stiffened. Moaned, “Bro, I really gotta piss.” I didn’t stop. Just wrapped my lips tighter on the head. Looked up at him. He hesitated. Warned me again. I kept at it. Then his lips curled. Knew what I wanted. His piss. He relaxed. It came spurting out, hot. Into my mouth. I clamped down. Swallowed. He didn’t stop. Pissed like a fucking racehorse. Could taste it in my mouth. On my tongue. Salty. Sharp. I gulped. Then we heard it. Someone trying to get in. We stood still. Piss still going down my throat. Then footsteps went away. The flow slowed. Stopped. He shook the last drops on my tongue. Stepped back. “I’m Todd,” he said, pulling up his jockstrap, shorts. “Ben,” I told him. He put on his polo. Grinned. Said he knew. Walked to the door. Told me get dressed. Wait 5 minutes. I’d see him again. I nodded. Saw him check the hallway. Then leave. I grabbed my clothes. Thought about what happened. I should’ve put them on. Left. But I didn’t. Went to the last stall instead. Sat down. Waited. It didn’t take long. Heard the door open. Footsteps echoed. Stopped. Saw the beat-up work boots under the stall door. Bucket next to him. Janitor. I looked up. His fingers curled on top of the stall door. Then pushed. He was about Coach’s age. Built like he used to be something. Shoulders wide, wrists thick. But the years had softened him. Gut hanging, face worn deep. Silver buzz cut, jaw still sharp. Saw me sitting on the toilet. Nothing on but my jockstrap. His eyes scanned me. Took his time. Could see he was impressed. Then he caught the look in my eye. Saw what I wanted. What I was offering. He parked the bucket, leaned on the mop like it was part of him. Eyes steady, unreadable. Then smirked. Walked in. Said show me what you got. I stood up. Faced the wall. Straddled the bowl. Hands on the wall. He grunted at my sloppy hole. Didn’t mention the obvious mess leaking out. I didn’t have to say it. Just bent my knees. Squatted. Kept my head down. He smacked my ass. Let his cock out. Said, yeah, that’s what I thought. Found me a goddamn fag. Then shoved it in. I gulped. He went deeper. No time, his wiry pubes were scratching at my ass. I’d shaved that morning. Then he started on me. Rough. Hard. Like a fucking rutting pig. I pushed at the wall. Braced myself. Took all of it. “Gonna fucking cream that faggot ass,” he growled, gripping my hips till they hurt. Bruised. I accepted it. The way he talked to me. Told him to do it. Told him to fucking cream my faggot ass. I wanted it. That got him going. He shoved it in to the hilt. I bore down. He pushed in one last time with a grunt. Exploded deep in me. Then pulled out. Told me turn around. Slapped my face with his cock. I didn’t need to be told. I licked off his cum. And Todd’s cum from before. He kept staring at me. Disgusted. Snarled. He turned. Didn’t even close the stall door behind him. Told me I had 5 minutes. Then walked out. I sat there. Hard. Knew I’d be back for more. Was hooked! In between everything going on, I’d kept in touch with Chuck. Just like Coach told me to. We started to meet up at the gym. Talk about Coach. How he’d got me in shape. How he’d pushed me harder than anyone. Chuck leaned in when I talked about the workouts. About what came after. Told him most of it. How Coach turned me into a musclejock. Into a fucking cumdump. Yeah, he’d been there that first time at my gym, so he knew that part. But not the part about how Coach had bumped me. Pozzed me. That I’d ended up begging for it. How he took me to the old gym after. Had been gang banged. That part was Coach’s call. Chuck soaked it up. Said he wanted to be reworked, like me. Started pushing for it harder. Asking more questions. I watched him close from then on. His body started showing the work. Shoulders looked fuller. Pecs had real shape. Arms thicker. Would pop even more smooth. Even the way he moved had more control. More power behind it. And I'd been telling Coach. Honestly I liked it. Spending time with him. Had always wanted a bud to talk about things. Sure, Greg was still around. But he was older. Been around this for years. Had his own plans. Plus, yeah, Chuck was fucking me. So were a few others there. Fucker couldn’t wait to take me in the back post-workout. Hell. I never left without a couple of loads in me. But always gave him first crack. It kept him coming back. He’d watch how I moved. How smooth my body looked. How the sweat rolled off my pumped muscles. Then he’d watch me take cock. Wouldn’t say much. Just leaned against the wall, took it all in. Like he wanted that for himself. We talked about it. Asked him once what he was thinking when I got fucked by the guys there. He smiled. Said he was just watching how much I was into it. And yeah, how much he envied me. Told him he had to try it. Join in. He just looked me over. Said he’d do it, if I fucked him to get things started. Course I laughed. Told him I liked taking it too much. It was true. But yeah couldn’t tell him Coach had other plans for him. Coach brought it up one night months later. Just me and him at his place. Asked how it was going. I grinned. Told him Chuck was locked in. Said he wanted to be built. Was good with the long hours at gym. But even better, was good with the cumdump part. Coach didn’t answer right away. Just watched me. Like he remembered how it started with us. Then asked me if Chuck could handle it. All of it. Said I thought so. Said even if Chuck freaked when he found out the main part, I’d be there to make sure he’d beg for it in the end. Coach just laughed. Fucked me good that night. Made final plans. Next day, Chuck rolled in right on time. Was pulling on my gear. The usual whites. Told him Coach had asked about him. His face shifted. Like he’d been waiting for that. We hit the weights like usual. Chuck was fired up. Said he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Told him to chill. Focus. Chuck nodded. Got under the bar. Hit his reps clean. No talking. Just in the moment. After we cooled down. Stretched out on the mat. Sweat soaked. Told him Coach wanted to talk about getting him set up. And everything that meant, back at his place. Asked if he was sure about it. Chuck sat up. Wiped his face. Smiled. Said let’s go. We went straight back to Coach’s. Door shut behind us. Dropped our bags by the wall. Told Chuck he’d be there once practice was over. I stripped down to my jock. He stood there like he was waiting for a cue. I nodded. Told him to do the same. He paused, then peeled off his shirt. Kicked off his shoes. Dropped his shorts. I grabbed a towel. Wiped down my pecs. Tossed it to him. Told him this was how it started. Coach had got me down to a jockstrap. Chuck didn’t say anything. Just wiped down. Then followed me through the hallway to the bedroom. He stood there in his jock, checking out the scene of the crime. “So this is where it happened,” he said. More statement than question. Yeah, I sighed. Grabbed the packed pipe. Lit it. Took a deep pull. Exhaled. “He fucked me here for the first time.” I sat on the edge of the bed. Let the silence stretch. Waited for him to speak. Chuck didn’t say anything. Just stood there, eyes scanning the room. Like he was trying to see it. Me and Coach. What it looked like. What it felt like. I took another hit. Passed it to him. He hesitated. Said he’d never done T. Told him it wasn’t about that. Said it’d be ok. Said it helped me with Coach that first time. Would make it easier to take him. He looked at me. Took the pipe. Brought it to his lips. Dragged light. Let it out fast. Coughed once, eyes watered. Told him to try again. Ease into it. Hold it. He did. Slower this time. Eyes half shut. He let out a low moan. Let it settle. Then passed it back. Told him it was all his. He growled. I torched the bowl. He dragged deep. Held it. Let it out. I watched him shiver. Told him Coach had saved me. Showed up when it counted. Chuck nodded. Took another hit. Let out a big white cloud. Then he looked at me. Said he was ready. Said if this was where it started, he wanted in. I stood. Leaned in. Kissed him. “Hope so, boy,” Coach growled, eyes locked on us through the cloud. “Ben says you know the deal. I’m gonna rework you. But it comes with a price.” He stepped closer. Voice low. “You’ve seen what this musclejock can do. You sure you’re ready for that?” Chuck looked at me. Moaned. Answered quickly, “Yes, Sir.” “Coach. Just Coach,” he smiled, tossing his clothes. Chuck nodded. Answered right that time. Coach walked to the bed, dropped on it. Leaned back. Told us to get on. One on each side. We jumped on. Coach spread his arms. Smelled his pits. I looked at Chuck. Knew what he was thinking. Could smell it. The fucking scent of a real man. Both of us moaned. Inhaled. Dove into them. Lapped up the sweat. “That’s it, boys,” Coach growled, shoving us deeper into his pits. “Fucking get a good taste of Coach’s smell. Been in the gym getting those jocks sweaty. Built. Ready for more.” We went for it. Faces were covered in sweat now. Coach was loving it. Told us about one of the jocks he was working. Max. Said we’d like him. Tall. Six three. Shoulders wide, hips narrow. We just moaned. Listened to him go on while we stayed on his pits. Then satisfied he pulled us back. Felt him squeeze my neck. It was on. He slid a finger in our holes. Could see Chuck’s eyes closing. Was fucking flying now. I leaned in. Kissed him hard. Told him he was lucky Coach had picked him. Then reminded him there was no going back now. It was gonna happen. He grunted. I growled. Looked at Coach. Gave him the signal. Coach smiled. Gripped our necks. Pulled us down to his cock. Held us there. Eyes moved between us. “Ben,” he said, gripping my jaw, guiding me. “Show him how it’s done.” And I did! Went to town on it. Mouth over shaft. Licking it. Kissing it. Hands on his full balls. Balls ready to infect. Chuck just watched, breath ragged. Then Coach took over. Set the pace. Didn’t ease up. One hand on me, other on Chuck. Coach growled. Told Chuck to go for it. Chuck was there, next to me now. Both working on Coach. His grip on both of us, firm. But it was Chuck I watched. Paid attention to. The way his mouth worked on his shaft. Foreskin. The way his eyes flicked to mine, steady. It was time! I drew back. Held the shaft. Pulled down Coach’s skin. Scorpion was out now! Leaking its venom. Chuck didn’t notice at first. Then did. He pulled back. Fucking scared. I grabbed his hand, tight. Felt the tension in his fingers. Knew I had to do something. So I sat up. Rolled my shoulders. Flexed, slow. Controlled. Pecs tight, arms curled. Abs sharp under soft light. Chuck watched. Eyes locked. Breathing heavier now. T had taken over. I looked at him. Let him know Coach had pozzed me that first night. Told him it was part of the deal I made. And if he wanted this, really wanted it. He’d have to take all that came with it. He’d be wrecked. Pozzed. But be built back up. Better. Also told him we were in this together. He’d be trained to take cock like I did. All shapes, sizes. Poz loads. Any loads. In his hole, down his throat. Would learn to fucking love it. He moaned. Ran a hand over my pecs. Skin smooth under his palm. Didn’t say anything at first. Just took in what I told him. Then Coach made his move. Started prepping Chuck’s hole. That sealed the deal! Chuck moaned with every scratch, scrape of Coach made. Chuck grabbed my neck. Told me if that’s what it took, he wanted it. Wanted to be poz. Just like me. Our foreheads touched. Tongues met. Spit mixing. We moved together down the bed. I shifted. Pushed him down on his back. Told him to tell Coach. He needed to hear it. Chuck moaned. Looked Coach in the eyes. Begged to be pozzed. Begged to be wrecked. To be built up again into something new. Coach growled. Said he’d do it. Said Chuck only had to take enough loads to make it stick, for now. Chuck moaned. Arched his back. Gave Coach more access. Said to fucking do it. Poz him. Wanted to get it over with. Coach smiled. Said good boy. That’s all he needed to hear. Then shoved his cock in. “Fuck yeah!” Chuck yelled out, head falling back. Eyes still on me. “Fucking poz me, Coach!” Coach didn’t hold back. He picked up the pace. Rammed his cock in and out. It was wild. I stared at Chuck. God, he was beautiful. The hair on his pecs was covered in sweat. I couldn’t stand it. I went down. Licked them. Tasted the chem sweat. That’s when it hit me. I wanted to fuck him! Fill his hole with my poz load. Coach saw the look on my face. Told me no. I sat back. Breath hard. Was told I was just still a fucking cumdump. But I was hard! Fucking harder than I’d ever been. I laughed. Looked at Coach pile driving into Chuck. Knew I’d made a deal with the devil. Would get to pay it forward when Coach gave me the go ahead. Coach just kept on. Ignored me. Slammed into Chuck. “Fuck yeah, Coach. Please! I need it!” he begged, taking Coach’s cock to the root every time. The thrusts went on. Grunts filled the room. I just kept watching. Saw Chuck’s cock stretch out his precum soaked pouch. Coach saw it too. Saw me drooling for it. He pulled it out. Told me go for it. Was my reward. I moaned. Licked my lips. Licked up the precum dripping out the folds of his foreskin. Chuck was getting close. Could see it throbbing. Chuck grabbed me. Pulled me down on him. Wrapped my tongue around him. Just held on. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Chuck yelled out, spurting out a load. “Goddamn fucking poz cumdump!” I moaned. Didn’t know if he meant me or him. Didn’t matter. Like I told him. Were in this together. I pulled back, mouth full. Kissed him. Swapped one of the last neg loads he’d have. Same time we felt the bed shake. It was Coach. He let out a final roar. Fired off a toxic load into Chuck. That’s when we heard a raspy cough. Rough. Dry. It was Pete. The one who first had my spot. The one who wrecked me good the last time. Was right on time. He stood just inside the room. Piss-stained jockstrap low on his waist, stretched out. Been the first time I’d seen him since that night. Couldn’t help it. I forgot about Chuck. My hole ached. Had all come back to me. How his laddered cock felt fucking me. He looked at me first, then Chuck. Chuck nodded, not sure what was happening. Pete didn’t return it. Just stepped closer, eyes locked on me. “Ben, you remember Pete,” Coach chuckled, putting his hand on my thigh. Pete’s eyes dropped to my pecs, then down to my crotch. Paused. Looked back up to me. Like he was waiting. Coach gripped my thigh. I shifted, just enough to let my thigh press harder against Coach’s. I pulled down my pouch. Let Pete see me. Cock out, hard, throbbing. Shaved. Coach still didn’t move. Pete took in Coach’s grip on me. The way I leaned into Coach. “You bulked up. Shaved now,” he said, grabbing his crotch. I didn’t answer. Just held his stare. Pete’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. “Coach didn’t waste time.” Then Pete came closer. Just gave me that look. Like he knew what I wanted. And hell yeah, I did. Because I liked what he’d done to me. He’d been rough. Cruel. Hadn’t held back. I’d been fucking hunting for it ever since. His hand slid up my thigh to my hole. Fingers firm, pressed just enough to make me hold still. Looked at me like he knew he could do anything to me right then. I tried not to moan. But did, barely. Coach caught it. Hand gripped me tighter. My hips shifted before I could stop myself. Pete saw it. Smirked. “Yeah,” he snarled, tossing his jockstrap. “You need it.” Then turned to Chuck. “But later. That’s the one I came for.” I gulped. Surprised it wasn’t laddered. I looked at Coach. Then heard Chuck moan. Saw his eyes locked on the scorpion on top. Saw how he took in the way it moved, throbbed. Heavy. Like it knew exactly what it was built for. He lay back. Offered himself up. Pete stood by the side of the bed. Grabbed Chuck’s jaw, turned his face. Looked him over like a piece of meat. Chuck didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. He was fucking ready for more. I could see it. So could Coach. Pete leaned in. Told Chuck to get ready. Chuck nodded. Opened his mouth wide. Swallowed it all. Pete growled. I watched it go all the way down Chuck’s throat. Then halfway out. Then back in again. Chuck was fucking loving it. Then Pete grabbed his wrists. Pulled them over his head. Tied them to the headboard. I just sat there. Surprised. Didn't know about this part. Then I heard it. Pete snapped his fingers. Coach got up. Grabbed a rig from the drawer. Tossed me a strap. Told me to get Chuck ready. Then told me I’d be next. I obeyed, no questions. Wrapped his bicep tight. Pete just smirked at me. Told Coach he always knew how to pick them. Then he moved down. Spread Chuck’s dripping hole with his cock. This point, Chuck knew what was coming. He looked at me. Strap now around my bicep. Nodding. I told him again. We were in it together. That's all he needed to hear. He looked up. Saw Coach holding the rig at his vein. Down at Pete at his hole. He sighed. Nodded. Pete smiled. Cracked his knuckles. “Let’s get on with it,” he said, looking right at Chuck. Coach grunted. Pushed it in. Drew the register. Slammed Chuck. Chuck moaned. Eyes rolled back. Had gotten a big dose. We’d be here a while. Pete leaned in. Said, you wanted it, now you gotta earn it. Then shoved his cock in. Hard. “Shit yeah!” Even with the pain Chuck yelled out, arms pulling against the ties. Headboard slammed the wall. “Fucking breed my hole!” Chuck was a fucking animal taking it. Had never seen him like this. Raw. Feral. Still he watched me. Hungry. My cock got hard again. Then Coach slammed me. Pushed me down next to Chuck. Said if we really were in it together. Pete would fuck us both. “GOD YES!” I groaned, feeling Pete plunge into me. “Give it to me!” And he did! Shoved his cock hard. Deep. Pounded me open. Chuck lay there next to me. Still tied. He struggled. Begged. Said he wanted to be fucked full of poz cum. Said Pete could do anything to him. If he got his load. Pete laughed. Told him to shut up. Said I was just getting him ready. That didn’t stop Chuck. He kept on. Called me fucking pathetic. Said everyone laughed at me now. Knew they only had to look at me. No challenge. He’d be better. Would be his fucking roided out musclejock whore if he wanted. Would live for him. For his poz loads. I lay there, Pete still in me. Was fucking pissed now. Told Chuck I didn’t care. Knew what I was. Was fucking proud what Coach did to me. Reminded him I was a fucking virgin before that. Had been Coach’s the minute he shoved his cock in me. Pozzed me. I snarled. Looked up at Pete. Told him to wreck Chuck. Pete grunted, knew exactly what I meant. Then pulled out. I moved up. Got up in Chuck’s face. Spit flying. Told him all I’d gone through to get to my spot. The fucking long hours at the gym. Finally told him the truth about the first time Coach fucked me. Yeah. I had gone over there. But Coach fucking stealth bumped with T. Fucking bloodied my hole to make sure his poz load took. Like his was now. Then I took a breath. Told him how I got gangbanged at the other gym. How I took all kinds of poz cock, no problem. And yeah, how Pete fucked me till I bled to make sure it stuck. Chuck gasped. Looked at Pete off to the side now, then back to us. Coach saw the anger I had. The hurt. He grabbed me. Wrapped his arms around me. A fucking flood of emotions came out I didn’t know I had. I sobbed. He held me tight. Whispered in my ear. Said he was proud of me. I wiped my tears. Looked at Chuck. Pete at his hole again. This time laddered. Chuck hadn’t seen it. Was concentrated on me. I smiled. Then really tore into him. Told him it had all been planned. Coach had me work on him. All those fucking hours at the gym I spent, just him and me. I had to get close. Coach ordered me. Till he fucking wouldn’t stop begging for it. Yeah, I’d had it by then. It all came out. Yelled at Coach to let me go. I jumped on the bed. Jabbed a finger in him, felt Coach’s load. I pulled out. Showed him the red. Shoved it in his mouth. Told him it was all because of me that he’d be pozzed. He lay there. Crying. Every fucking word hurt him. Like he tried to hurt me. Then I looked at Pete. Told him to fucking do it. Pete looked at me. At Coach. Then Coach turned to me. Saw I meant it. Gave Pete the okay. Pete slammed in. Chuck cried out at. Felt the ladder shred his hole. I stood there. Back in Coach’s arms. Watched Chuck beg for it to stop. Said he didn’t mean it. Wanted to go home. I just yelled. Told him it was too late. Coach’s load was in him. Was in his fucking bloodstream by now. If he was lucky Pete’s would soon be there too. Then something happened. Chuck relaxed. Gave a slight moan. I looked at Coach. Couldn't believe Chuck was getting into it. Coach just smiled. Let go of me. Told me to go to Chuck. I took a step. Looked back at Coach. Then at Chuck, eyes shut. He was fucking taking it! Could hear his moans get louder. I sat on the shaking bed. Released his wrists. Wiped the sweat from his forehead. He opened his eyes. Looked at me. Look that said he was sorry. I leaned in. Grabbed him hard. Forced his mouth open. Told him he was a fucking pathetic cumdump. Hocked a wad of spit. He swallowed. Moaned. Said it took one to know one. Then lifted his head. Kissed me. “Fuck that shit!” Pete yelled out, tired of the dramatics. “Get the fuck out the way, Ben. YOU, BOY, ALL FOURS!” I growled. Told Chuck I was right there if he needed me. He nodded. Swung himself over. Never let go of Pete. Was doggy now. “Fucking do it!” Chuck yelled out, full of energy again. He looked at me. Pushed back on Pete’s bloody ladder. “Fucking wreck me!” I don’t remember how long Pete fucked him after that. Was busy with Coach. Next thing I remember. They’re both moaning. Getting close. We stopped. Watched Pete push Chuck down on the bed. Raise his hips. Ram it down one last time. Then groans from both of them. They didn’t move. Coach chuckled. Got up. Held out his hand. Said they needed time. Chuck needed time. I sighed. Said yeah. Got up. Stopped at the door. Saw Chuck cleaning Pete off. Heard the ladder clink his teeth. I smiled. Shut the door behind me. I joined Coach in the living room. Kneeled between his legs. Looked up. Told him it was the fucking hottest scene I’d ever had. Even better than the old gym. Said couldn’t wait to do it again. Then asked about Max. The high school jock. Coach just laughed. Said yeah, he’s 18. Was mine. I moaned. Kissed him. Then admitted I wanted it rough. Wanted to hurt. He smiled. Said he was waiting for that. Said he’d arrange it. Then pulled me on his cock. About an hour later we heard the bedroom door open. Sound of chain links filled the hallway. Then Pete walked out. Dressed. Chuck behind him. Still jockstrapped. But now collared. Leashed. Big smile on his face. I stood up. Walked over. “Fuck, dude,” I moaned, feeling the huge plug in his hole. “There’s no fucking way you didn’t convert.” He just laughed. Said yeah but they weren’t done yet. Said Pete knew a place. I laughed. Said yeah. I knew it. Said maybe I’d catch him there sometime. He moaned. Saw my pouch growing. Said he couldn't wait. Then they left. I heard Coach call me back. Saw him hold out a chrome cock cage. Told me it was time for the next step. I groaned. Went to him. Pulled down my pouch. Offered up my junk. He slipped on the chrome ring. Locked me up. Said I’d only take it off to shave, clean. Till he said so. I nodded. Pulled the pouch over it. Fuck the metal felt heavy. Then I walked over to the mirror. Saw my locked bulge. Grinned. Knew there was no fucking way to hide it in my workout gear. Would fucking get me even more attention. Then I dropped. Crawled to him. Moaned. Said yeah, was still just a fucking poz cumdump for now. Max could wait. And begged him for another load.

Here's the latest chapter, hope you enjoy it! If you'd like the updated epub file, message me and I'll send it to you. --- I contemplated ignoring the blond hunk at my door, leaving him outside until he left. I had enough trouble keeping Brandon’s advances at bay already, I could hardly picture myself fending off not one but two horny young men who would do anything to fuck me again—never caring about the fact that my wife was around. “Hi, Daddy,” Josh greeted me when I ended up opening the door. He was wearing nothing but a tight crop top that barely contained his big chest and left his defined abs exposed. His jean shorts were cut above his large thighs, making him look like a proper cum slut. His bold look had me riveted. “Glad you like my outfit,” he chuckled as his beefy arms wrapped around my waist before I could even respond, his lips kissing my neck. “Hey, Josh,” I said out loud for Kate to hear, feeling his hard cock rubbing against my crotch. “Sorry, we already started eating without you.” “That’s fine, I’m not that hungry,” Josh said, looking disappointed when I pushed him away, afraid Kate could walk in on us. “Come on in, Josh,” Kate called from the dining room, her voice warm and inviting. “I’ll fix you a plate.” Josh grinned at me, his eyes sparkling. “Wouldn't miss it for the world,” he said, winking at me before sauntering into the living room, my gaze captivated by his bubble butt. I swore the young jock was arching his back to show his ass to me as he walked. I followed him, my senses on high alert. I was starting to sweat from the stress of hiding my emotions from my wife. Thankfully, Kate didn’t seem to notice the sexual tension that emanated from the boys. She even complimented Josh’s outrageous outfit, giggling when he told her that his fashion sense brought all the boys to the yard. “Thank you for having me over, Mrs. Marks,” Josh said, planting a kiss on her hand. “I have to admit I do feel a bit lonely without my moms around.” “Of course, sweetie,” Kate replied, her smile bright. “It’s the least we could do, you’re watching out for Brandon at school.” Josh settled into the empty seat at the table, his eyes lingering on Brandon before shifting to me. I could sense something was afoot, the unspoken communication between them was making my blood pressure skyrocket. Thankfully, they didn’t try anything during dinner, it went on with a strange mix of normalcy and underlying tension. Kate chatted animatedly with Josh, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between the three of us. I focused on her to help alleviate my stress, focused on her levity and bright smile. She did tame Brandon’s flames, after all. Thanks to her, I found Brandon back to his old self, the one that I knew before we started exploring this new romantic side of our relationship. Throughout dinner I made sure to avoid alcohol, Brandon and Josh were the only ones to indulge. As dinner concluded, Josh offered to help clear the table. “I'll take care of the dishes,” he said, his voice smooth. “You can relax.” “Oh, no you won’t, this is our house, and you are a guest,” Kate protested, but Josh was already stacking plates, his movements efficient and practiced. “Brandon, honey, can you please take over?” “On it,” Brandon said, nudging Josh and taking the plates before the blond could. “Thank you,” Kate said, letting a long yawn. “You should get some sleep, Mom, you’ve been up most of the day after your night shift,” Brandon said, lifting the plates like a pro as he went to the kitchen. “He’s right, you worked hard,” I added, letting out a yawn myself. The lack of sleep from last night was catching up to me. “Well, if you don’t mind then, I’ll go to bed,” she said, giving me a chaste kiss before she left us. I got up and cleared the rest of the table, joining Brandon in the kitchen to load the dishwasher. As soon as Kate disappeared upstairs, the atmosphere shifted. Josh followed me into the kitchen and leaned against the counter beside Brandon. They exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. “So,” Josh started, a smirk on his face. “Anything interesting you two want to share with me?” “Let's just say,” Brandon said, his eyes locking onto mine, “We were... occupied.” Josh's eyes darkened, his gaze lingering on my body. “Occupied with what?” “Well, if you’re good tonight,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine, “We might show you.” Brandon closed the dishwasher and moved closer, his hand sliding down to rest on my hip, his fingers tracing the line of my waistband until they slipped inside my briefs to fondle my balls. “Even better,” he murmured, his hot breath on my mouth, “I'm sure we can arrange a demonstration.” Josh’s eyes were glued to Brandon’s hand on my body. “I’d like that very much,” he said, his voice husky. He moved closer as well, his eyes flicking between mine and Brandon’s. “Very much indeed.” I felt trapped between them, heat rising to my cheeks when Josh’s body touched mine. The thought of Kate upstairs was enough to startle me out of the upcoming urges. I tried to extricate myself from Brandon and Josh but they were stronger and outnumbered me, they pulled me back between their bodies, hands on my chest. “Where do you think you’re going, dad?” Brandon whispered against my neck. “You haven’t given us our dessert yet,” Josh added, his tongue tracing a long swipe along my neck. He and Brandon were working in sync, sucking on my neck while their hands kept me in place. “Brandon, your mother is upstairs,” I panted as I tried to push them away in vain, they just would not budge. I groaned when their hands started stroking my cock through my pants. “Exactly,” Brandon said, his tongue licking my ear. “And that's precisely why this is so... thrilling.” Josh chuckled, his deep voice a soothing rumble I could feel cascading down my chest. “He's right,” he murmured. “The risk is half the fun.” They pinned me against the cool countertop, their bodies pressing against mine, their hands exploring my body with a possessive urgency. Brandon's fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, while Josh's hands slid down my briefs. Brandon hadn’t showered since we got home, the smell of sex and sweat I’d fought so hard to ignore during dinner was now invading my senses in full force. I could feel their hard cocks rubbing against me leisurely, as though they had all the time in the world. “Just imagine,” Brandon whispered, “the look on mom’s face if she knew what we were doing right under her nose.” “She'd be so proud,” Josh added, “of how well we're taking care of you.” Their words, though marked with a dark humor, gave me cold sweats. The audacity of their actions, their careless desires, was both terrifying and exhilarating. “You’re insane, we shouldn't,” I stammered, my voice was raspy. My body was not cooperating at the moment, and the words I spoke were meaningless, seeing how I was letting them do as they pleased. “Too late,” Brandon growled, his eyes so dark I could barely see any blue left. “We've already started.” He pulled my shirt open, his hands tracing the lines of my chest, his familiar touch sending waves of heat through my body. Josh, meanwhile, had slid both my underwear and pants down at once, his eyes never leaving mine. “You're so beautiful, Dad,” Brandon whispered. “Just like this, naked and mine.” He leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth thoroughly. Part of me hated how powerless I was when Brandon claimed me like this, so brazen and unapologetic. Josh's hands moved to cup my balls, his fingers gently squeezing and stroking. “I’ve missed this beautiful cock, Daddy,” Josh said before he licked me like a lollipop. “You taste amazing.” Their synchronized touches overwhelmed my senses, a whirlwind of sweet forbidden pleasure. I tried to resist, to push them away, but their touch was too intoxicating, their desire too consuming. “Brandon... Josh...” I groaned. “That's it, Daddy,” Brandon encouraged me, his hands moving to cup my face. “Let go. Give in.” Josh kept sucking me with his impressive skills, as though he didn’t need to breathe. My cock was in pain from all the stimulation it had gotten today. “You’re so fucking hot, Daddy,” he whispered when he let go of my cock to catch his breath at last. They worked together like clockwork, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my body with such efficiency it made me think they’d done it for a long time. The thought of Kate upstairs in our marital bed appeared out of nowhere in my mind, bringing me back from the lusty haze the boys had pulled me in. It was just the trigger I needed to move away from their bodies before I lost my mind entirely. My sudden escape startled them enough that I could run from the kitchen and up the stairs while putting myself back together. I walked in my bedroom before they could catch up, relieved when I saw my wife fast asleep. I locked the door behind me, going straight to the bathroom to clear my head, splashing my face with cold water. I looked at my reflection, finding my face flushed, my pupils dilated and my neck red. It was a wonder Kate hadn’t noticed the red marks Brandon had left on me. I leaned against the cool porcelain sink, my heart pounding in my chest. The image of Brandon and Josh, their eyes filled with lust, their hands reaching for me, was still fresh in my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my racing thoughts. The sound of my phone ringing snapped me back to reality, pushing me to go get it and mute it before it woke Kate. I held my breath when I saw Brandon’s face on the screen, a video call pending. I grabbed my earbuds and returned to the bathroom after one last look at Kate, who was still asleep. I closed the door and walked as far back as I could so I would not be heard. I sat against the wall, putting on my earbuds before picking up the call. “Dad?” Brandon's voice was timid when I picked up, his innocent expression hiding his nasty intentions. Josh’s face was glued to Brandon’s, though unlike my son, he didn’t try to hide his horny smirk. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine, son, I’m just really tired," I whispered, another yawn escaping as I scrubbed my face. I wasn’t lying, I was ready to fall asleep any second. I looked at them, their faces so close to the camera I couldn’t see where they were calling me from. “We just want to make sure you're okay,” Josh added, his voice smooth and persuasive. His hand was caressing Brandon’s face while he kissed his neck. “We didn't mean to upset you.” “You didn't upset me,” I replied, heaving a sigh. “I just wish you boys would calm down. You're trying to seduce me while my wife is right next door.” “And what's so wrong with that?” Josh asked with a low chuckle. “Everything,” I hissed in frustration. “This is insane, Brandon. You love your mom, don’t you? She doesn’t deserve the heartbreak of finding out about us. This has to stop.” “Stop?” Josh repeated, his tone serious and dangerous as he turned to the camera, moving on from kissing my son. “We're just getting started.” “You boys can do whatever you want to each other tonight, but I won’t be part of it,” I told them, trying to sound firm. “Besides, I’m not that young anymore, I can’t get it up. I came three times today.” The silence that followed was unnerving, their intense eyes piercing through me. I waited for their response, but it never came. Instead, Brandon moved his phone and switched to the rear camera and put it down a bit farther so I could see their bodies as they turned to each other and started kissing, hypnotizing me. I recognized Brandon’s bedroom, they were standing at the foot of his bed, his phone most likely propped up on his tripod. Brandon’s lips curved into a smirk against Josh’s, his fingers tightening in the other man’s short blond hair just enough to make him groan. The sound sent a sharp thrill through me—part shock, part something darker, something I refused to name. Josh’s hands, broad and possessive, slid down Brandon’s sides, settling on his hips. His eyes flicked to me—challenging, amused—before he leaned in to nip at Brandon’s lower lip. The intimacy of the deliberate display made my stomach clench. I should have looked away, ended the call right then, but my hands could not move, my pulse hammering in my throat. Josh’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Brandon’s pants, and my jaw tightened. This wasn’t just defiance. It was a performance—one meant for me. A punishment. A test. And God help me, I was failing it. The moment Josh’s hands disappeared into Brandon’s pants, my breathing became shallower, my cock aching as it rose in my sweatpants. I could see the outline of Josh’s fingers moving, the way Brandon’s hips twitched forward in response. A soft, breathy moan escaped my son’s lips, and my grip on my phone tightened. “Fuck,” Brandon said, his voice rough. Josh smirked, his other hand sliding up Brandon’s chest underneath his shirt to reveal my son’s perfect body, fingers teasing his nipple. “You like that, baby brother?” Brandon’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before he forced them open again, locking onto the camera—onto me. His lips parted, his breathing uneven. “Yeah…fuck yeah, big bro.” I wanted to hang up. I swear to God I did, but my body did not respond to my brain anymore. The sight of them—Brandon’s flushed face, Josh’s confident hands—was too captivating. Josh’s fingers worked with slow, deliberate strokes, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Brandon’s neck. “You hear that, Daddy?” he murmured. “Your son’s already so fucking hard for me.” Shivers seized my body as I heard the magic word again. Daddy. The way Josh said it—low, possessive—sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin. Brandon’s breath hitched again, his hips rocking into Josh’s touch. “Josh—fuck—” Josh chuckled, the hand that was jerking Brandon’s cock moving to grip his ass, pulling him flush against him. “You want to show him?” he whispered against Brandon’s ear, just loud enough for me to hear. “Want to let Daddy see what he’s missing?” Brandon’s lips curled into a smirk that mirrored Josh’s as he looked at me again. Without breaking eye contact with me, Brandon reached down and pushed his pants and briefs past his hips in one smooth motion, letting them drop to the floor. My throat went dry at the sight of my son’s ass, his cheeks spread apart by Josh’s expert hands, turning them towards the camera to show me his hole. As if reading my thoughts, Josh pushed Brandon’s ass closer, to give me a better view of my son’s hole leaking cum. My cum. Fuck. Josh’s hands kneaded Brandon’s ass, his finger teasing the wet pucker before plunging in and out to get more of my load. Brandon’s moans were partly muffled, his face buried in the crook of Josh’s neck. “Look at him,” Josh said as he pulled his finger out and showed me Brandon’s stretched hole as more cum seeped out. “So fucking pretty when he’s like this, isn’t he? I know you’re itching to put your cock back in your son’s hole, Daddy.” I swallowed hard, my own body betraying me as heat pooled low in my stomach. This was so hot. I loved watching my paternal seed coming out of my son’s hole, proof of my earlier breeding. Josh sure knew how to talk dirty to me, how to appeal to my perverted mind. Josh leaned forward to show me his face as he licked his finger, tasting my cum with a sinful whimper. “You watching, Daddy? I love your cum,” he said. Brandon’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips moving against Josh, his ass bouncing as he did so. “Fuck—Josh, I’m—” “Yeah, baby, I know you feel empty now,” Josh murmured, his lips brushing Brandon’s ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll add my load to Daddy’s.” Josh turned Brandon’s body around and took off his shirt, so Brandon’s glorious body was now on display. Josh was quick to pull his shorts down and nestled his hard cock between Brandon’s cheeks. He entered Brandon’s hole slowly, his eyes never leaving the camera. “Still think you’re too tired, Daddy?” he murmured, his voice dripping with challenge. I was petrified. My pulse roared in my ears, my cock throbbing painfully in my briefs. Brandon, still catching his breath, smirked at the screen. “Door’s unlocked, Dad,” he whispered, his voice rough with satisfaction. “If you change your mind.” As though afraid they would magically suck me in through the screen, I hung up in panic, not trusting myself to not take them up on their offer. The screen went black. Fuck. I sat there, my breathing ragged, my body thrumming with a mix of arousal and guilt. The image of Brandon and Josh—their bodies tangled together, their moans still echoing in my mind—left me dizzy with want. I glanced at the bathroom door, half-expecting them to burst through it. But the house was quiet. Kate was still asleep, I could hear her soft breathing from the bedroom, blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside me. I forced myself to stand, splashing more cold water on my face, trying to wash away the heat clinging to my skin. But it was no use. My cock was still hard, straining against my sweatpants, aching for release. I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white. I should go to bed. I should ignore them. I should, but I could not. My fingers trembled as I unlocked my phone again, staring at the black screen where their faces had just been. The silence was deafening. The choice was mine—I could stay put in my room and resist my carnal instincts or give in to the temptation they so expertly dangled in front of me. I took a deep breath, listening to Kate’s steady breathing. She was exhausted from her shift, deep in sleep. She wouldn’t wake up. Would she? My pulse spiked at the thought. I opened the door quietly, peering into the bedroom. Kate was curled under the blankets, her back to me, undisturbed. The rational part of my brain screamed at me to stay, to crawl into bed beside her and forget what I’d just seen. But the other part—the part that remembered the way Brandon’s body felt against mine, how his cum tasted, the way his back had arched into Josh’s touch, the way Josh had chanted Daddy like it was a prayer—that part was winning. My body obeyed my cock in the end as I crept out of the bedroom, closing the door with barely a click. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the sliver under Brandon’s door at the end of the hall. My bare feet moved silently across the carpet, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure they could hear it through the walls. I hesitated for a few minutes outside Brandon’s door, my hand hovering over the knob. This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. My old and respectable self was raging within me, telling me to turn back and stop feeding the sexual monster that was taking over my life. Unfortunately, my body didn’t care about anything but reuniting with my son’s. My mind reasoned that if I just watched them, it would be okay, right? If I didn’t join them, I would be just a voyeur at worst. It wouldn’t hurt anybody. I turned the knob. I opened the door to a dimly lit room, the only illumination coming from the bedside lamp. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the sight before me stole the breath from my lungs. I stood behind the door, making sure I was in the dark as I took in the scene unfolding before me. Brandon was on his back, legs spread, his cock glistening with precum as Josh knelt between his thighs, his tongue working slow circles around Brandon’s hole—my cum still leaking out of him. It was a filthy sight that excited me nonetheless, watching the blond jock eating my cum out of my son’s hole. “Wish Daddy was here,” Brandon moaned when Josh stood up to tease his hole with his cock. “I know, baby bro, me too,” Josh said before he slipped his cock in. “But don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll get him back.” “Fuck, your raw cock feels so good,” Brandon panted, his hands roaming over Josh’s chest. “Love how you’re pushing Daddy’s cum in.” “Yeah? You want another load?” Josh said, his hips speeding up, hitting Brandon hard with each thrust. “You little cum slut, that’s what you crave, isn’t it?” “Fuck yeah, give me your load, big bro,” Brandon said with a huge smile on his face. As if he had a sixth sense to detect my presence, Josh’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, a smirk curling his lips as he pulled back. “Oh look who’s here, Bran-bran.” Brandon turned his head, his blue eyes lighting up when they caught sight of me, his lips swollen from kissing. “Took you long enough, Daddy—ungh—I knew you couldn’t resist us,” he purred. I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing at the sight of them. “You hung up on us, that wasn’t very nice,” Josh said as he slowed down until he pulled out of Brandon. When I saw Josh step back from Brandon and start walking toward me, I panicked again and slammed the door shut. I retreated to the safety of my bedroom, closing the door before me. I paced, running my fingers through my hair as I tried to catch my breath. How the hell was I supposed to stay sane when I had two sinfully gorgeous men at my disposal, who wanted nothing more than to ravage me? A soft knock at the bedroom door made my heart stop. I looked at Kate—still asleep, thank God—before I went to put my ear to the bedroom door. “Dad?” Brandon's voice was barely a whisper, muffled through the wood. “You still here?” I didn’t answer. Maybe if I stayed quiet, he’d think I was asleep. The sound of the door unlocking—damn it, Brandon had found our bedroom key—made my heart skip a beat, and soon the doorknob turned. Shit. The door cracked open, and before I could close it back, Brandon slipped inside, his eyes brimming with hunger. He was shirtless, wearing a thong that barely covered anything, his cock visibly hard beneath the fabric. Behind him, Josh loomed, his muscular frame filling the doorway, a smirk on his lips. I was frozen on my feet. Brandon stepped closer, his fingers brushing my cheek. “You keep escaping us, you tease, that’s rude,” he murmured. I swallowed hard, pushing him back towards the hall. “Brandon—” “Why are you playing hard to get, Daddy, mhh?” Josh said, his body a strong wall that kept me from pushing them further out of my bedroom. Brandon’s hand slid down my chest, his touch burning through my shirt. I turned around to check on Kate, scared she might wake up any second to see this. “You really thought you could ignore us?” “Your mother—” “Is asleep,” Josh finished, confirming what I was seeing as he crowded me from behind, effectively caging me between them. His hands settled on my hips, his grip firm. “And we can be very quiet.” Brandon leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. “Let us take care of you, Dad.” When Kate let out a soft snore, I snapped out of it and succeeded in pushing them away. I pushed them both out the door through surprise and willpower I did not know I still had in me. I made sure to snatch our bedroom key out of Brandon’s hand before I locked the door for good. I leaned back against it, trying to ignore my son’s pleas and slid down until I sat on the floor. Thankfully, they left me alone after a few seconds while I took deep breaths to slow my heartrate, listening to the distant creak of floorboards as Brandon and Josh retreated down the hall. I stayed slumped against the door, self-hatred and arousal confusing my thoughts. This couldn’t go on. This emotional whiplash was wearing me down. I dragged a hand down my face, forcing myself to stand on shaky legs. Kate’s steady breathing from the bed was a lifeline, a reminder of the life I was supposed to be living—the one that didn’t involve my son’s hands on me or his fraternity friend’s tongue in my mouth. My breathing was shallow, my heart thundering against my chest at the thought of Brandon’s careless attempts to fuck me with his mother so close by. His behavior was becoming worse than I had feared. I crept to the bed, sliding under the covers as carefully as I could, but the moment my body hit the mattress, Kate stirred. “Mmhh… everything okay?” she mumbled, eyes shut as she reached for me. “Yeah, Brandon was just checking on us,” I lied, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m beat.” She hummed in response, already drifting off again, her warm body bringing me comfort. It took me a while to calm down, many breathing exercise routines I had learned to slow my heart rate. Eventually, my body succumbed to the exhaustion I had cumulated, and my brain shut down.

I’ve been fucking my boy Drew since he was 19, he’s 24 now. His Dad joined in about 2 months ago so now we play together

Well, everyone that has complained that my hole is too loose has also been horrible at sex. That must mean something.

Regardless of political leanings, the economy is the most important issue. People supported Trump and the GOP overall in 2024 because they felt that Biden and the Democrats in general had not done enough to improve their lives and their ability to care for their families, and they promised to make it better. The economy has considerably worsened, so the party in power is being punished. I would like to think that there is some sort of turn against their philosophy, but I suspect hard economic times is most of it.

In the bustling heart of New York City, where dreams and desperation collide, I work in the shelter system, a world teeming with characters as diverse as the city itself. Each has their own tale of struggle and survival, and on one particularly fateful day, I encountered a young man whose story was just beginning to unfold. He sat alone at a table, his expression a mix of somber introspection and distant longing. Engrossed in the allure of fantasy websites, the glow of his laptop cast an eerie light on his face, hinting at the pornographic content that held his attention. Seeing an opportunity to connect, I decided to intervene, drawn to the silent plea in his eyes. With a casual "hey," I broke the ice, and he responded with a guarded "hi." Years of experience in this system had honed my instincts, and I could sense the depths of his story, the unspoken struggles that weighed heavily on his young shoulders. This boy had clearly been through a lot, and his demeanor suggested that life hadn't been kind to him lately. Being the asshole I am, I couldn't ignore the obvious need for a helping hand. So, I asked him to keep an eye on a few things while I stepped out for a cigarette, figuring he wouldn't be going anywhere soon. This is where our journey began. I started whisper-reading some of my stories and replies from this site to him, and I noticed his interest piqued. He would suddenly stop what he was doing, and I even caught him in a dreamlike state, lost in the words I was sharing. Before long, I decided to break the ice further and asked him to read a chapter of my work. His reaction was priceless; a mix of acceptance, relief, and excitement played across his face. Then, I asked him what he was reading on his laptop. To my surprise, he was reading trashy gay sex stories about fantasy characters. This was the moment he came out as a gay man, something he had never shared with anyone before. A sense of relief washed over him as he realized he wasn't alone and that it was okay to be who he was. In this environment, people often get their asses kicked for being a "fag," so many guys play it very cool and "down-low." But I could see right through him; I am, after all, a true predator. A friendship started to form, and soon, I was having him read all of my work. His reactions were utterly priceless; he had never been exposed to the ideas and explanations I had been putting down. I started telling him about my wild adventures from my youth, which inspired him to explore his own desires. He mustered up the courage to ask me, "How do you meet guys for sex?" I looked at him, realizing his need to experiment, and simply said, "Go type 'Sniffies' into your browser." He was puzzled, so I reiterated my suggestion as a command, which only excited him. This told me he was indeed a sub boy, and I didn't realize how hungry he actually was. Before long, this kid was on Sniffies around the clock, feverishly clicking away at his phone. Wanting to be a proper mentor, I went on my stealth account and looked at his profile, where I then had to stop him. "No, boy," I said, "you need a haircut. You should have a better picture to properly represent yourself to the world." So that weekend, I took him to a friend's place in Chelsea to get him properly styled. He was beside himself, not only for my kindness and generosity but also for that of my friend. In the hallway, I took a few pictures of him, and his youthful smile finally revealed itself thanks to a few smart-ass words coaxing it out. I showed it to him, and he couldn't believe it; he was smiling and proud of the way he looked. Now armed with a proper G-rated shot, he updated his profile and awaited his next adventure. On the way back, I showed him around Chelsea and the West Village, pointing out places of interest like porn shops with buddy booths and various bars. We eventually made it to the Leatherman, where I had him try on various leather harnesses and showed him other items I thought might be of interest. He really liked the floggers (hint hint). Afterwards, I explained the Stonewall riots as best as I could, but I think that little history lesson was lost on him as he was in full cruise mode. There was no denying that this boy was on the hunt, recording every word of mine that spoke of places to get some dick. The next day, I saw him at his usual table, fidgeting with his phone, and I heard that familiar chime from Sniffies. This kept up for a while as I observed him from afar during my patrols. Later that night, I got a text from him stating that he’s no longer a virgin. The next day, I saw him at his usual table, and the smile on his face told me all I needed to know as he shared the joys of feeling a man ejaculate inside him. His romanticization of having a load inside him made it clear that my stories had had an impact on him, for he followed my characters' love of cum to the letter. So the next day, I sent him to Callen Lorde to get on PrEP. A couple of days later, I was back at the site, and every moment he had to spare was dedicated to getting fucked. Fast forward to Thursday, 11/6, and again, he was absent from the cafeteria during dinner time. A few hours later, he came strolling in with that "I just got fucked" smile, holding a big bag of Popeye's. Naturally, I interrogated him, demanding to know where he had been, only to happily boast of yet another glorious cum-filled adventure. Where he tells me he whored himself out for... You guessed it, some Popeye’s. A 3 piece, two sides, a biscuit, and a coke. To be honest, their mac and cheese is pretty good. So as he was devouring his feast, he went on to say, he offered his twink hole to a guy for $20 saying that his Master ordered him to do that. So his story goes like this. He went over to this guy's place and offered himself up while reciting the submission speech from my story while putting my loaner collar on and then handed the guy his leash. The guy, obviously excited by having a boy like this, ordered him to strip and begin cleaning the bathroom. While he was cleaning the bathtub, the guy pissed all over his backside. The boy responded like my main characters with gratitude. The guy then said, "Clean yourself up, faggot." The boy then showered himself in front of the man, paying special attention to his backside. Once clean, he took the boy's leash and led him to the bedroom where the boy naturally assumed position three, face down ass up. The man began to slap his cock on the boy's hole while dripping lube on the target. The boy turned his head back and said, "My hole is yours, sir, please use me." The man then spit in his face and said, "Shut the fuck up, faggot," and poked his head in. The boy said he gasped, hoping for poppers, but none were offered. The man’s cock kept descending into him with lube drizzling, then out again. He said this went on for a few minutes, each entrance a blessing of pleasure and pain, until he threw a bottle of poppers and said, "Take a hit, boy." He said he took a double hit, then put the cap back on. The man took full advantage of his chemically induced openness and rammed his cock all the way in and out. He then slapped his ass and said, "What do you want, faggot?" The boy responded, "Your cum, sir, please use me, sir." The boy put his hands back, grabbing his cheeks and held his ass apart. The man buried his cock all the way in the boy's fuck-hole, with his face turned to the side, his youthful and innocent-looking face red from the pressure, slightly tearing up from the strain, said, "Thank you, sir." The boy said the man then slow-fucked him for a good five or six minutes until either the boy's whimpers or his wants made him pile drive the boy's hole. He said once the pile driving began, he lost control and begged in the most pathetic way he could think of for the man’s load. He repeated every phrase he read from my stories, "Oh yeah, fuck me, cum in my ass, my hole is yours, make me your faggot, sir." Over and over, the boy's submission to his cock deepened until that glorious moment where the man said in that excited way a top does, "What do you want, boy?" "I want your load, sir, please breed me, sir." The man then took both of the boy's hands, lifting him back then releasing his glory. The boy said, "I could feel his cock pump into me; he said he could feel his hole slightly expand with each pump as he felt a slight warmth enter inside of him. When the man released his arms, he looked back and said, "Thank you, sir." The man withdrew himself, then collapsed beside him, out of breath. The boy, under my expert tutelage, went over and cleaned the man’s cock off to ensure that every last drop of his essence was savored instead of being wasted. After a few minutes, the man got up and grabbed his wallet from his pants on the floor and threw a twenty-dollar bill at him and said, "See you next Thursday, faggot." The boy understood his place, redressed, and exited like the cheap whore he knows he is now. With his hole properly used and filled with cum, he went to Popeye’s and ordered himself a proper feast. Upon his return is where I saw him, triumphantly walking towards me with a shit-eating grin and feast in hand. Something about these small-town Midwestern boys, they are complete cum sluts once they hit the big city. Even as I type this out, I glance up and I see him on his phone, cruising for more cock. In the past two weeks after getting him his haircut, he has been fucked at least once a day. Amazing what a little support from a friend can do. For him, there is no turning back, for he has found himself and is accepted for who and what he is. No longer must he hide his true self. With me, he confides everything, and without judgment, I offer my advice to him so he can proceed safely in this new world of adventure. Once he figures himself out and gets past his initial slut phase, I’ll be taking him around the city, especially the Eagle. For the record, I let Daniel read this story before publishing it. So any words of encouragement will be passed onto him.

Definitely 100% prefer nice loose hole that I can fuck for hours. Like to be able to pull all the way out and slam back in balls deep. Also major turn-on for me is a bottom that stays limp and doesn't touch himself. Love when it's all about my cock and his hole...

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.

Jackson, 5'11 200 pounds of muscle. Dark brown hair and eyes and porcelain skin. 8 inches cut. Stephen, 6'1 240 pounds of muscle. Bleach blonde hair green eyes with light tan. 9 inches uncut. Jackson was a straight college student stuck at school during winter break. He couldn't afford a trip home, frankly his parents didn't really want him there. It was also the worst snowstorm the area had seen in years. So his part time job closed down. He was getting king of desperate. His friend, Stephen, who was also stuck here had made a huge wad of cash under the table. He kept doing it until he got very sick. He recently recovered so maybe his buddy could hook him up. They had gotten very close these college years, both sophomores, both were work out fanatics. They both spent a lot of free time in the weight room. So Jackson hoped his friend would come through. Knocking on his friends door he heard him coming and he was clearly on the phone. "Yes, it is official. Yes, I am very happy. I was so pissed at first but I am completely converted. Yeah, I am up to doing more and spreading it. Love you man. I got a friend here now so I better go. Talk soon. Bye." Stephen hung up the phone. "Hey Jackson. What's going on?" I told him how desperate I needed cash. I was short for tuition and since I wasn't working I needed work. Badly. "How badly, I can get you in but you have to do what you are told and accept what happens. Don't worry, no laws will be broken and you will not hurt anyone. It is a big commitment though. You will be doing things you aren't into. You need to know this from the start." At first I was about to say no thank you. Then I remember my finances and saw what was about 5,000 dollars on his table. That was from one day. "Okay, I am in." "Your parents will disown you if they find out." "They pretty much have already. When I stopped going to Saturday services and started eating bacon they had enough of me." "You can change your mind when you get there and you can stop when you want." I was told to be there tomorrow at 8 am sharp. The place was a large house just off campus. So the snow wasn't going to be a problem. I arrived at 7:50 and waited. A guy opened the door and asked if I was Jackson? I said yes and was told to get inside. The home was a front for a film studio called GGG films. I was invited into the back where I was introduced to the man who owns everything. Name was Chris. He sat me down and told me that I wad going to be in films. He said they make movies for a specific audience and I would be perfect for them. I was a little confused but went along. I want to show you what you will be doing if you agree. We went to a dark room and looked through a one way mirror. There was a bed in the next room and some cameras. A guy about Jackson's age and build came in wearing nothing but a robe. He spun around for the camera and spoke with an effeminate voice saying, "Today I get my gift. I am so excited." The guy got naked and did some moves for the camera. Soon another man, this one already naked, came in. He was a big black guy with the largest dick Jackson had ever seen. He watched as the first guy, he didn't know his name, he later found out it's Terry, start sucking on that monster pretending to be a dick. It was huge soft but now it looked like it might double in size. When he was ready Monster, he never found out his name and called him that because it seemed to fit, threw Terry hard on the bed an cracked his ass until it was super red. "You ready for the fuck of your life you little bitch? You ready for full conversion you little slut?" Terry nodded his head yes. Terry took a long breath from a brown bottle as Monster started forcing himself into this little victim. Jackson didn't see any lube being applied, he learned later also that it was already there. Terry screamed in pain. He could see tears. Jackson was thinking, what the hell have I gotten into? He though he should leave but he couldn't look away. Terry was screaming as he took all of that cock. It was all the way in him. Jackson watched as Terry went from yelling in pain to shouting in pure ecstasy. "Give me that dirty cum. I want it, please, convert me. Poz me." "You ready bitch because here it comes." With that Terry was getting a load of cum in him. "Take another hit bitch. I ain't done with this hole." Monster kept grinding and Jackson was really starting to enjoy watching this. He felt a hand unbuckle his belt and jeans. Chris took out his dick and gave him a blow job right there. He never had a guy go down on him and he was too caught up in the moment to fight it. Chris was better than anyone else who went down on him. He didn't last long. He came at the same time those two being filmed did. With that Chris stopped. Swallowed all his cum. Then said, "I love the taste of virgin cum. Let's work out the contract." He walked out as he heard Terry thanking everyone for letting his dream come true. Part 2 will happen. If you guys like this.

Got Gono from someone during a sluttier than normal week a couple years ago. Took ~10 loads from anon randoms with no questions asked. My hole is still wrecked from that week, a couple of the guys were huge and just loosened me up enough to belong lasting. The big guys stretching me probably facilitated the infection. No idea who gave it to me but after I got the shot, everything was fine again, haven’t gotten anything else yet.

That’s definitely the way to do it. As a bottom I want the load as deep in my pussy as possible. I love to be bred missionary style. That way I can see the expression in your face when you cum and grab your ass and pull you in as far as possible.

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I was an idiot and had forgotten to turn the sound off on my phone. The trilling “bloop” of the Grindr app echoed in the backseat. As I fumbled for my phone it trilled 3 more times, I looked up and saw the eyes of my driver in the rearview mirror. Nothing was said as I set my notifications to silent and fumbled with my rapidly hardening cock. Closer to my destination he pulled into a quiet parking lot at the entrance to some forest trails. “Sorry, I have to urinate”, he said in a soft Middle Eastern accent. I watched his muscular, olive skinned body get out of the car and walk toward the treeline. When he returned to his car he sat in the driver’s seat, not starting the car, staring into the rearview mirror until I finally looked up. “There are other ways to tip your driver, my friend.”, he said. “I don’t understand”, I said, a puzzled look crossing my face “Don’t be naive. I heard that notification on your phone. I hear it all the time when driving and we both know what it is for. You can supplement my tip now, or walk the rest of your trip”. My mouth dropped open as he got out of the car again and opened the rear door beside me. I turned my head to be face to face with a thick, olive, cock. His hand reached out, grabbed my chin, and pulled it toward the circumcised head of his semi-flaccid penis. Instinctively I opened my mouth and he pushed onto my moist tongue. I closed my eyes and started to suck, unbuckling my seatbeat and turning toward him to be in a better position for what was to come. My driver took this as an invitation to ramp up his desires, grabbed the back of my head, and impaled me on his rapidly lengthening manhood. I gagged and felt my breath cut off. He held my head until I started squirming and my eyes began to water. He released me and I pulled back, his slime-covered cock sliding out of my mouth. My eyes widened as I saw the beast in front of me. I did a quick measurement with my hand and his rock hard cock was about 8.5-9 inches in length, and 7 inches in circumference. Before I could catch my breath I felt his hands grip the side of my head and impale my skull again on his cock, setting up a rhythm of 4 quick shallow thrusts, followed by a deep invasion of my throat that he held for what seemed like an eternity, cutting off my air supply until he heard me gaga and start to squirm against his grasp. With each deep thrust he tried to drive deeper into my throat, making sure I couldn’t adapt to his needs and wouldn’t forget who was in charge. After about 5 minutes he thrust as deep as he could, my nose being pushed into his trimmed pubic patch, as he held my head for the longest period yet, before finally releasing my head and pulling out of my mouth, a thick stream of slime connecting my mouth to his manhood. I looked up through tear-streaked eyes, gasping to refill my lungs with air. “Get your pants off.”, he demanded, “You haven’t tipped enough”. I turned my body fully toward the open back door and fumbled with my pants, hurriedly opening them and pulling them to my ankles. He snorted a laugh at the blue and yellow jockstrap I was wearing. Lifting my legs by my ankles he pushed me onto my back and pulled off my pants, shoes, and socks in one fluid motion. He yanked my now naked legs apart to expose my newly shaved hole. He sneered when he saw my flaccid cock, already submitting to his superior masculinity. He spit on his fingers and moved them to my hole, roughly shoving in two fingers before quickly adding a third. I moaned and squirmed against the invasion as he roughly opened my hole. I could feel my body surrendering to him and I started craving his cock. I need that monster in me, molding me to his desires. My eyes were closed and I was moaning softly when I felt his fingers leave me and his thick cockhead press against my hole. I sucked in a quick breath as his invasion began. Despite my efforts to relax my hole I could still feel the stretch as his cockhead eventually slipped in, followed by the unrelenting incursion of his shaft. What followed was 10-15 minutes of furious, unstoppable, rutting; a man using a submissive for his own pleasure and biological needs. I held on for dear life (figuratively and literally grabbing any handhold I could find), pushing back against the onslaught, trying to force my hole to relax. Finally, I heard a loud bellow and a final thrust, his manhood breeding my hole and marking me as his forever. Breathing hard, he pulled out, leaving a gaping sloppy cavern where my hole once was. Reaching into the car, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a somewhat seated position, forcing his slimy cock into my mouth for me to clean. Reaching down he picked my pants and shoes off the ground before throwing them at me, slamming the car door, and driving me to my destination.

He knows now that he can take every inch of Hamish’s cock and Hamish enjoyed his arse so yeah, he’ll get fucked again. I loved watching Hamish’s arse thrusting into Drew’s Dad. Hamish is a big bear of a Highlander with a beefy arse. I’ve eaten him out several times and I love it but I still need him to give up his hole to me. My cock is aching to seed Hamish’s arse. He keeps saying “soon”. Fukkin hope so.

Wow, thanks for the pozitive feedback! Here is part 2. --- Buttboy4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 2: Finding Grampa in Palm Springs In all my planning about escaping from my Dad, I had made a really dumb mistake. Fuck, I’m an idiot. I was at the airport waiting for my flight to Palm Springs when I realized that I had no fucking address for my Grampa. Nothing. All I had was an idea that he lived in Palm Springs. My anxiety exploded and I realized that I would be homeless in like a week if I couldn’t find him. I didn’t have enough money to last that long. In my desperation, I reached out to the senior poz daddies I had been chatting with. I wrote: “Guys, I know this sounds stupid. My dad found out I am gay and I am headed to California to meet my Grampa, who is also gay. But my family never shared his address with me. He lives in Palm Springs. I don’t know, this is so dumb…but maybe you know him? His name is Zeus O’Donnell. He’s about 6 feet tall, redhead, had a mustache, really handsome man. He was a professional landscaper and arborist and well known around our area before he left. I have to find him. I only have enough money left to live on my own for another week. But I can’t go back home.” I sent the message then had to board my flight. But just as I was in line there was a message from them. It said: “Oh, we know him well. He lives here in Palm Springs. Everyone loves him. Send us your name and date of birth and we will confirm with him. Tell us your parents’ names and your mother’s maiden name. We have to be sure you are really his grandson. Also, tell us your flight number, airline and arrival time.” I fired off the details and boarded my flight. Then, nothing for the next five hours. I couldn’t connect to the site again. I hadn't ravelled much and I didn’t realize you could only get free text messaging and limited internet on board and the bareback site was blocked that I used to communicate with them. I couldn’t sleep a minute. I was so wired up and nervous. After I landed, I was able to connect to WiFi in the terminal and got back on the site. There was a message. “We sent a car for you. Your Grampa confirmed your name and date of birth. You’ll see there is a man waiting for you in the baggage claim area. He will bring you to your Grampa’s address.” I took me 20 minutes to find my way through the busy terminal to get to the baggage area. I was carrying my heavy army green backpack and was covered in sweat. Funny how everyone else in this airport was wearing shorts and tank tops. I was over dressed in jeans and a hoodie. I felt such emotion when I saw my name “MIKEY O’DONNELL” on the card held up by the driver, a tanned bearded man with a leather shirt, leather cap and super tight leather shorts. He looked so intimidating I saw others around me smirk and whisper to each other as they saw us together. “It’s me!” I said to the man with my name on his board. “I am Mikey O’Donnell. My Grampa sent you to take me to him.” The leather clad chauffeur smiled and said. “Yes, you look like him, a bit. You’re a lot shorter. But still cute like him.” He was happy with my answers and simply said. “Come.” When we exited the airport, my eyes couldn’t believe the intensity of the sun and felt the hot air suck all the sweat from my body. We walked for a fair bit and then he opened the door to a swanky air conditioned BMW SUV. “There are some drinks and snacks back there” he said, and then he was quiet the whole time apart from some mumbling as he spoke through his air pods. But the ride was only 15 minutes. Don’t know why, I had half expected to be driven to some warehouse or shady side street. Instead, we pulled up into a pristine neighborhood with cactus gardens and carefully organized stones and rocks. “You can get out now,” the gruff chauffeur said. I saw a smirk on his face in the mirror. “I’ll get your bag. Your grandfathers are waiting for you.” “Grandfathers? What?” Anxiety and adrenaline were pumping through me. The chauffeur opened the door for me, took off his sunglasses, and stared me down. I knew instinctively not to question him. I slid out of the car and waited for instructions. “Go, they are waiting," he barked at me. The chauffeur had retrieved my bag and I followed him along the stone path to the bright pink front door where we were greeted by a tall black man in a bathrobe. “Mikey, I’m Donovan. Welcome to gay paradise! Welcome to Palm Springs!” He gave me a big bear hug although I could only halfheartedly hug him back. He took my hand and then led me inside. Behind me, I heard the thud of my backpack as the chauffeur dropped it off and then the closing of the front door. “How was your trip, Mikey?” Donovan asked me. I had to look up to respond. He was bald with bright eyes above smooth high cheeks. I recognized the big smile on his face and the thick mustache that I had seen in their videos to me. I wondered why he was in a bathrobe and acting so casual. I hesitated to move forward. “Well, this is really incredible, isn’t it?” He smiled shaking his head with his hands on his hips. “All the way from Long Island in search of your beloved Grandfather. And to think that you had already connected with him, and me. To think that we all had connected. It’s really a divine intervention.” He raised his hands to the sky in mock prayer and then slapped his hands together with joy. “Sorry, what? Is he here? Did you bring him here to meet me?” I looked around at the spacious living room that looked like it was a photo from some luxury real estate magazine. “Oh my son, Buttboy4older,” Donovan winked at me and started laughing, a big raucous and uncontrollable laugh. And then, my Grampa appeared. I recognized him immediately. He was so much thinner than I remembered but still had his trademark mustache. He was also in a loose cloth bathrobe and using a cane. He shook his head. “Mikey, my boy. I’ve missed you so much.” I could hear his voice crack a little as he saw me. “Good god, you are a beautiful young man.” I walked to him and hugged him and squeezed him and held back tears. “Oh Grampa, I can’t believe this worked. I have wanted to see you for so long.” He patted my head for a few moments. “This is unreal. Isn’t it?”, he said as he looked in my eyes. Holding his hand I replied, “I don’t understand. I reached out to your friend Donovan and he made this happen?” “Well,,” Grampa said, “you reached out to both of us. But Donovan is always more quick to respond than I am on these sites.” I tried to put the puzzle together but was afraid of the answer. “The messages on the dating site were…”I Donovan again burst into laughter. “Ha, oh my son, that is a good one! A dating site! Yes, the “dating site” where lovelorn romantics go to find their soulmates. Ha!” I could now hear the wonderful lyrical Jamaican voice that I had heard in the videos they had shared. I looked at Grampa and then at Donovan. Grampa was smiling but shaking his head as he looked at the terrazzo floor. Donovan said, “Mikey, let’s clear this up right now. We only accept honesty in this house. You and we have been chatting for a while on the bareback site. We are “Poz Daddies Palm Springs” and you are “ButtBoy4Older” and this is your own flesh and blood, your Grampa, Zeus…or Father Zeke as we all call him around here. He and I are the Poz Daddies. We had no idea who you really were, but when you texted your parents’ names and your birthdate, he knew, we knew, you are our grandson.” My face went red and my anxiety exploded. “So, all the filthy things I said, all the dirty photos I sent..it was to you, Grampa, and Donovan?” They both nodded eagerly. “ I feel so, I don’t know…ashamed and confused. All those slutty photos and thoughts. But you guys encouraged it and I felt you had, have, so much to teach me.” Grampa was stroking my head and simply nodded. “Listen, Mikey. This is a shame free household.” And to prove it, Donovan dropped his robe on the floor and revealed his mature naked body to me. He raised his arms to the side. “This is who we are. We are the same men you chatted with on the bareback site. And we want you to be the same Buttboy4older that you were. Don’t hide your true nature. Now, your Grampa has some reservations, but we need to address all of this upfront before we continue.” Donovan walked over to my Grampa and removed his robe. My Grampa was so thin but his muscles popped as did his veins on his girthy penis. Now they were both naked before me. Lust swelled up inside me but was tempered by the shame and confusion I felt. Donovan came and stood between us. He took his free hand and directed it to his body. He guided my limp hand and slid it over his wonderful once muscular chest so that I could feel the heat and texture of his muscle and fat, he rubbed my hand against the heavy nipple piercing and the thick nip knob, and then brought my hand slowly down across his abdomen to his curly pubes. Instinctively, my hand started to descend and caress and stroke his veiny, long, and sweaty cock. I looked down in wonder as my hand found the tip of his uncut penis and rubbed around the foreskin, something I had wanted to do so often when I looked at the photos they sent to me. Donovan let me play with his hefty Jamaican meat for a moment .“Now your, as I said, Grampa Zeke here has some reservations.” I saw my Grampa biting his lip. Donovan continued, “He and I were, and are, so aroused by you and all the things we talked about, but he says he cannot be incestuous with you, his own grandson. Mikey, do me a favor and put one of your fingers inside my foreskin while we talk and gently rub it inside and around my pisshole….oh that’s it my son.” He put one hand on my shoulder and massaged me as I lewdly fondled his hood meat and fingered his wide pisshole. My Grampa was stroking his own thickening veiny cock with one hand and with the other holding onto his cane as we watched me look up at the hung Jamaican giant in awe. “You can see for yourself, Mikey. Look how aroused your Grampa is. But he does not want to be incestuous. He lusts after your bubble butt with its peach fuzz and pink virgin boy cunt. He talks about how it would taste, how it would look as he stares up at it under our rim chair, how your unfucked asslips would look after hours of rimming in our sling, how puffy and horny they would be for our old poz cocks once your unpenetrated hole knows the pleasure of a long deep tonguing and butthole chewing.” I looked at Grampa, and feeling like I was telling a half truth, I said. “I understand, Grampa. I love you. We won’t have incest together.” My index finger was halfway inside Donovan’s long, hot foreskin and was slick with whatever juices and stuff were inside it. I licked my lips as I imagined tonguing inside his hood and really cleaning it out as I French kissed it. Donovan said, “But I am not your Grampa, Mikey. So, none of this between you and me would be incest. And I would love to explore all the sensual and kinky things we talked about in our bareback site messaging. Would you like that, son?” Donovan then did only what I had been imagining about. He pulled my finger out of his moist hooded meat and raised it to my nose, rubbing the funk on it, and then stuck it in my lips as though he were sticking a soother into a baby’s mouth. “Fuck yes, “ I heard my Grampa say. Donovan grunted. “See, you little pig. Grampa likes to watch his own Grandson taste my thick Jamaican sausage juice. Can you imagine how he will react when he watches me deflower your pink virgin shithole?” The utter filth of this conversation made me weak and I groaned as I suckled Donovan’s finger hungry for every taste of his foreskin from my finger. I had heard that older men can sometimes be more lewd and adventurous. I guessed Donovan was one of those men. And my Grampa too. Donovan let me lick it for a few more seconds. “Now, go hug your Grampa and tell him how my poz foreskin tasted.” Donovan pushed me into my Grampa who received me with open arms and hugged me again. I kissed his flat skinny belly and chest and veins. “How did you like it, Grandson?” He said with a loving tone as though he were asking about how some cotton candy tasted that he had bought for me at a carnival. I looked up at my Grampa as I hugged his tanned thin body. I melted as I looked at his bright green eyes, thin face and big bushy mustache. I felt so safe and so horny in his embrace. He nodded at me looking for an answer. “It’s ok, Mikey,” He said nodding to me. “This isn’t incest. It’s just you telling me, your Grampa, how my husband’s big uncut poz meat tasted. I want to hear it.” I reached up and touched his mustache and wanted to kiss him so badly. I imagined his hairy mouth on my butt cheeks and asshole. But that would be incestuous, I thought. That would be really bad and shameful. “Well, it tasted like honey, kind of, mixed with urine and sweat. I, uh, I really liked it. I can still smell and taste it.” I still felt some shame expressing this sleazy detail to him. “It’s good stuff, Son. I can’t get enough of it myself,” Grampa said as he patted me on the head and then bent down to kiss me. His cock was fully hard now and pressed against me. He was so excited by our reunion. I felt Donovan’s hand slip into my jeans and underwear from behind and he fingered my sweaty bum crack. Then he took his hand out and we could hear him sniffing and licking his finger. “Damn, Mikey boy needs a shower. Hey husband, let’s break for a bit and give your gorgeous grandson a chance to shower and freshen up. He’s going to be living with us for a while, right? We have time to catch up. Plus, I have some sleazy ideas to work around how ButtBoy4Older is going to fit in comfortably to our family arrangement so that you don’t feel “incestuous” together. Yes man, I have some fun ideas for us. Welcome home, Mikey!” Donovan again let out a big raucous laugh as we finished in a group hug and then he and my Grampa French kissed noisily just above me and their dicks pressed against me as I was squeezed like a panini between them. Man, I wonder what this “family arrangement” would look like. For now, I was happy.

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Part 1 Intro and beginning Nico has been Tony's slave for years, they had met when Nico was still married to his wife at a party of mutual friends. Nico was 24 y at that time and had already become a father at a young age as he had a son of 5 y, Tony was 30 at that time. They had gotten talking that night and Tony who is a dominant bear and pozz master had immediately fallen under the spell of Nico's appearance and wanted to transform him into his pozz live-in slave. Tony who radiated all male dominance had many loose contacts but did not yet have a permanent resident slave and Nico looked just perfect. Only he was straight and was married. But that didn't stop Tony from taking his chance anyway. After the first contact at the party, he made sure they became close friends with no more. Once the bond was established and his wife also accepted him as her husband's friend, Tony could begin his plan to transform Nico. He invited Nico to a boys' weekend at his weekend house in the woods. Nico, of course, didn't say no to that. Who would say no to a men's weekend without women. But that weekend turned Nico's life completely upside down, because Tony had serious plans for Nico. The first night Tony still put his feelers out Nico who was unaware of Tony's intentions and Tony realized that Nico needed a bigger push to be transformed. The second night Tony hit his target, in a subtle way he drugged Nico, allowing him to begin Nico's transformation that night, that night was also the first night Nico had received a cock both in his mouth and in his ass. After that weekend Nico was completely confused because all that had happened on the men's weekend he had not expected at all and he was completely in knots with himself. He broke off contact with Tony and tried to put the weekend out of his mind, but to no avail. The event had changed him and had awakened something in him and after a few weeks Nico contacted Tony again. Tony had given Nico some time to process everything, but was waiting for Nico to contact him back. Because he knew Nico would come back to him for more. Nico met with Tony and told him he didn't know what was going on with him since that weekend. He could no longer have sex with his wife without thinking about Tony and how it felt to feel his cock in his ass. Tony knew he had Nico where he wanted him. Tony told him that he wanted to help him with his feelings and that he wanted him to bring out his true nature. Although Nico was apprehensive about this, he agreed to explore his feelings further. Tony taught him the pleasures of male love and of submissive life as a slave. He also introduced him to Miss Tina, G, K It wasn't long before he was completely upside down with Tony and he was addicted to cock, cum and Miss Tina. Tony then presented him with a choice, either stop what they were doing, or Nico divorced his wife, and he came to live with him as his slave. Tony would have complete control over him, and Tony would then also make him Pozz as he should be at his new status as a full-fledged slut and slave. Nico needed some time to reflect because it was it would be a very drastic change in his life. It was not only leaving his wife and child but also becoming pozz. Tony gave Nico some time to sort everything out and make his choice and Tony decided that he didn't want to see Nico until he made his decision. Nico was once again in a knot with himself and for the first few days did not know what to do. Things were also going downhill at home because his wife also felt that something was wrong and that something had changed in their relationship. Nico longed more and more for Tony. He wanted to be with him, to be able to serve him and to be indulged by his heavenly cock. One evening when the little one was in his bed, Nico sat down next to his wife and confessed everything, telling of all that had happened with Tony and how he longed for Tony. He also said that he had filed for divorce and that he was going to live with Tony. That same evening Nico left for Tony and when he got there he showed him the divorce papers and told him that he had chosen him and that he wanted to give his life to him and become his pozz slave. Tony let him in and turned Nico into a real slave, he shaved Nico completely, caged his cock, and infected him with his toxic seed that very night. For Tony had specifically stopped his medication and had become contagious again so that he could engage his future slave. Nico's life looked completely different. Before, he could go wherever he wanted. But since his decision, that had completely changed. Now he was only allowed to do what his master told him to do. He was allowed to go to work, run errands and come home. If he wanted to do other things he needed Tony's permission to do so. Nico had no trouble accepting his new life and felt good in his new role. Regularly they went out and Nico was lent to Tony's masters friends, or gang bang sessions were held at home with Nico offering his pussy to the group. When Nico's divorce was finalized, he saw his wife and child again for the first time. His wife was shocked to see him because Nico was completely transformed. It was a different man standing in front of her. Custody was completely for his ex-wife and Nico had to pay her child support every month until his son turned 18 y. That was also the last time Nico saw both his wife and his son. Because Nico was now fully absorbed in his new life. So this story is not about Nico's transformation because we could be very brief about that. The story starts 14 y later. Nico heard the doorbell, although he was not expecting anyone he went to the door and looked to see who was ringing. He looked somewhat surprised and also somewhat intrigued when he saw in front of his door the back of a young man carrying a suitcase. The boy turned around and Nico's eyes began to twinkle when he saw the handsome young apparition. N: can I help you young man. Dylan: hello dad Nick's mouth fell open, he hadn't expected this at all. N: uh, Dylan D: yes dad it's me. Can I come live here for a while mom threw me out. Nick was completely floored. That handsome figure in his doorway was none other than his son whom he had not seen for 14 years. It had to be him because you could see the similarities to both his mother and him. N: Euh, yes come in for a moment son. T: Who is that honey. N: My son. Nico took Dylan into the living room, Dylan sat down at the table and Nico came and sat across from him. N: Man you have grown up big time. A grin appeared on Dylan's face. D: Yeah little boys grow up dad Nico couldn't take his eyes off his handsome son. Deep down he was proud that he had brought such a handsome young man into the world. N: tell me what happened that your mother threw you out. D: to make a long story short, things hadn't been going well between us for a long time, and the arrival of her new boyfriend didn't do much good to that. Two days ago we had a fight and then she threw me out. N: ok, and how did you end up here. D: I had seen your address on one of the bank statements once when you were still paying child support. N: ok I get it and you thought I'll go check with my father to see if I can crash there for a while. D: something like that yeah. N: do you have a plan? Are you going to work already, or are you still going to study. D: I don't really have a plan no. I'm not going to continue studying. If you can help me get a job, I won't say no to that. But right now I mainly need a roof over my head. N: I don't know if I will be able to help you son. I don't know if you know my situation, but this is not my home. I live here but I am not alone and I don't know if my partner will be ok with this. N: honey can you come over here for a moment. Tony who had been sitting in the kitchen listening to the conversation between father and son entered the living room. Dylan did hear from his mother that his father had left her for a man. Because when she talked about his father, she always talked about sissy or fag or brown-noser. Still, Dylan was startled by the Tony's appearance. Dylan always had an image of an effeminate man before him that his father had left for. But Tony was completely the opposite. Tony was a head taller than himself, hugely muscular, had a shaved head and looked dominant. Not the type you would expect him to be gay, let alone laugh with. Should you run into him in a dark alley you would rather hope he didn't knock you around. Dylan gulped for a moment after getting a good look at Tony. Tony came up behind Nico and put his hands on Nico's shoulders. The way Tony took hold of his father's shoulders was a little odd to Dylan. It was like Tony was above his father and his father was subordinate to him. T: tell me. N: this is my son Dylan and he is looking for a place to live for a while because he was thrown out by my ex. T: and he wants to come and live here I suppose. Dylan started blushing and nodded. N: yeah that's actually the question. Tony looked at Dylan for a moment and already saw the possibilities but didn't let his hand look into . T: you know your father and I are gay and I fuck your father in his pussy almost daily. Dylan was startled by the harsh way Tony spoke and he nodded. T: do you have a problem with that boy. D: no T: didn't you learn any manners from your mother boy. Surely I won't have to re-educate you like I once did with your father. Nico sat somewhat uncomfortably shifting in his chair. Although he and Tony actually had a good normal relationship he was still Tony's sub and was used to Tony's dominant side, it still made him feel weird to have to share this with his son. D: sorry, no sir. T: So you won't have a problem with hearing your father moan when I fuck him or seeing or hearing us doing it. Because your dad worships my dirty cock NIco although looking a little uncomfortable still closed his eyes and bit his lip in horniness at hearing the word cock. D: no sir. T: and you're not going to hold back because your son lives here bitch. Nico turned red in his face as the big word was out. Nico hesitated for a moment. T: well, do you have to think about that for so long. N: sorry sir, no sir I won't hold back. T: well then. Then I see no reason why your son can't come and live here for a while. T: if you help out in the household and don't lie here lounging all day then you can stay here until you can stand on your own two feet. D: thank you sir. I'll make sure I don't cause any trouble. T: it is to be hoped. Dylan felt a huge burden fall off his shoulders, but also had a strange feeling about the whole situation. Although he was still a virgin himself, he had watched enough porn to know that his father was Tony's sub and could already get a good idea of what the two of them were doing. N: May I show him his room honey. T: You may. Give him the room next to the toilet. Nico looked strangely at Tony for a moment and then nodded. N: come Dylan follow me then I'll show you where you can sleep. Nico took Dylan to his room and then left Dylan alone so he could unpack his clothes. N: when you are ready and have calmed down for a while you just have to come to the kitchen ok. D: ok thank you Nico sent a message to the nr he still had from his ex hoping she still had the same nr to let them know their son was with them. Almost immediately he got a message back that it was good to know he was with him. Nico was actually looking forward to getting to know his son better because he hadn't seen him for years he didn't really know anything about his son. Dylan came downstairs and sat down with his father. The first moments were a little awkward but after a few hours they both felt like it had never been any different. After all, Nico was his father and the blood bond made everything go very naturally. For the first few days Dylan did hear when Tony fucked his father. But somewhere he realized that this was not everything and that they were probably still holding back so as not to scare him directly. Dylan slept at the end of the hallway, the room just off the toilet, and across from his room there was another room, but it was locked. He had an inkling, but did not ask himself further questions of what was in the room. As the first week drew to a close and Dylan was already feeling right at home, Tony mentioned at the table in the evening that a group of men would be coming this weekend to have a sex party. T: so you have 3 options, 1 you make sure you're not here then you shouldn't have to face it. 2 you stay here and you stay in your room, you don't care and we leave each other alone or 3 you stay here and you join in. The choice is yours. Dylan was startled for a moment and didn't know what to do. It was already 1 thing to live with his father and his master and hear them busy sometimes but a group of men who would come here for a weekend to fuck, he didn't know if he was ready for that yet. But what choice did he have, he had no money to spend the weekend somewhere else nor did he have a car he could get away with or friends he could visit. So he was doomed to stay in his room for the weekend. D: since I have no money or can go away I will stay in my room if you don't mind. T: it's up to you, I've warned you. Things will be brisk and we are not going to hold back because you are here. Got it. And if you feel like coming along and offering your ass you are certainly welcome. Dylan was still impressed by Tony's tough talk and dominance. But he nodded affirmatively. He was also startled by the last thing Tony told him, to offer his ass. That was the last thing on his mind. It was one thing to live with his gay father and stepfather and hear them busy but getting his own ass fucked, never. By noon the next day the bell rang. Both his father and Tony were nowhere to be seen, so Dylan opened the door. Dylan was startled when he saw the two men standing there, one had a leather suit on and the other was half naked and had a harness on, around his neck was a collar to which a chain was attached and when Dylan looked a little lower he saw that the submissive of the two only had a jockstrap on. Dylan had to swallow for a moment. D: come on in Tony and my dad will be here right away. Master 1: Your dad, said the unknown master. I didn't know Tony's slave had a son. The man inspected Dylan with his eyes and when he stepped inside he squeezed Dylan's shoulder. M: You're welcome to join us. Will you join us later Dylan replied as fast as he could. D: no, I'm not joining. I'm living here temporarily until I can stand on my own two feet. M: that's very unfortunate. I would have liked to fuck your cunt open otherwise. Dylan turned red in his face and had to swallow again. Tony came out of the living room and that was the signal for Dylan to disappear. Dylan went to his room locked the door, took out his headphones and started watching some series on the laptop his father had given him. This weekend couldn't be over soon enough he thought to himself. After a few episodes, Dylan took off his headphones for a moment to hear if the party had started and he couldn't believe his ears. He heard the sound of flesh slapping against each other, the sound of someone getting chatter, moans, lots of moans. The moans came from everywhere and there had to be at least 10 people busy with each other. He also heard someone shouting blow nice clouds, slam him and also heard someone shouting take my dirty babies slut. Dylan put the head phone back on as fast as he could and tried to forget all he had heard, but he couldn't. The sound haunted his mind and intrigued him. Although he had a slight distaste for what his father was doing, yet there was something inside him that wanted to know what was going on outside. At first he tried to suppress it but after a few hours he could no longer suppress his curiosity. Again he took off his headphones and turned them off. He heard nothing or at least almost nothing. Would the party be over already he thought. Dylan carefully opened his door. The room door in front of him was also open and his mouth fell open. It was a fully furnished room and in the room there were 3 men. One was lying tied up in a sling his ass looked red and there was something black in his ass. Another was lying tied over a couch and a machine was pushing a dildo up his ass the whole time and another was hanging from a crotch and was full of clothespins. All 3 men were blindfolded and had a ball in their mouths and they were definitely under the influence of drugs because all they did was moan lightly. She didn't even notice that Dylan had carefully entered the room. There was a pungent smell in the room that Dylan couldn't bring home, because he had never had sex before, he couldn't know that this was the typical smell that sex brings, although he was a little in shock from what he had just seen, yet somewhere the smell excited him. Dylan heard that the others were in the living room and chatting. As quickly as he could, he went first to the bathroom and then carefully made his way to the kitchen, hoping no one would hear him. When he got to the kitchen no one was there and he could now clearly hear the others busy in the living room. He heard 5 different voices. But surely there had to have been other people there because he heard someone shouting, suck bitch and swallow my dirty load. Dylan could not believe his ears and quickly took something to drink and wanted to go back to his room, but at that moment his father came into the kitchen. Dylan was startled because his father was completely naked, outside of a suit of armor and his penis cage. Dylan had not seen his father like this before. He was obviously also under the influence of drugs because his eyes were wide open and he had a hazy look. D: sorry dad, I will go back to my room soon. Nico winked at his son, he looked at his sons crotch and bit his lower lip. N: it looks like your cock wants to be sucked too. Dylan looked a little funny at his father because he didn't immediately know what he meant and then looked down and noticed that his dick had been causing a serious tent in his boxer shorts the whole time. Dylan was embarrassed and hurried back to his room and locked the door again. Not much later, he heard the men coming into the playroom again to begin the next session. Dylan noticed that his cock was starting to get stiff again. Although he was still shocked, yet for some reason it had to excite him. Again he heard the men say terms like blow clouds and give him a slam. Dylan could no longer contain himself and searched the Internet for what the terms meant. It wasn't long before he knew what the terms meant and what drugs they were using. Again, Dylan was in shock, but for some reason he still felt something welling up deep inside. Dylan tried to sleep and repress the thoughts he was having. It didn't work at first but after more than an hour of turning and turning in his bed, he did find sleep. When he woke up at noon the next day it was completely quiet in the house. Would everyone be gone he wondered. He came out of his room and the playroom was closed again, his father and Tony's room was also closed and when he came into the living room he saw the devastation the others had left behind. There were bottles of getorade everywhere, small bags of grit from crystals, there were some used syringes and pipes lying around and Dylan had to watch that he didn't walk into piss or semen spots. After first recovering from the deguttering, he began cleaning up. After an hour of cleaning up, Tony came in who was still visibly recovering from the hot night. Without thinking about it, he put his hand on the head of Dylan who was bent over and mopping the floor. T: Good boy He squeezed his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the back. Dylan was startled by Tony's touch and kiss, and somewhere, for the first time, he felt something strange happening in his stomach, something he couldn't place at that moment and wasn't paying attention to yet. The days passed, and since the party, the gloves were now completely off as far as sex between Tony and Dylan's father was concerned. They were no longer holding back at all and Dylan no longer only heard them engaged at various times he had seen them engaged. Not that Dylan was peeking but one night their bedroom door was open and Dylan passed their room, looked in and he saw Tony fucking his father's ass firmly. Dylan was no longer shocked, it was actually his new normal and he was also beginning to be more and more impressed with Tony's masculine and muscular body. Tony was fairly hairy, was nicely muscled and had a fair number of tattoos on his body. His father, on the other hand, was completely clean-shaven and also had a large tattoo on his lower back but Dylan couldn't really tell what it was exactly. After 2 weeks Dylan was completely settled into his father's household he knew his chores, and he and Tony began to build a good relationship as well. Dylan saw the Friday night packing a valise and asked what was going on. N: Tony has promised a master friend that I will come to serve him this weekend. So you will be here alone with Tony this weekend. Dylan didn't look surprised anymore, because he had already seen that other men were coming by to serve Tony with them. D: ah ok, have fun. I'll manage with Tony. His father left and Dylan was left alone with Tony. In the evening after they ate dinner, Dylan and Tony sat together in the couch. Tony poured him a beer and also took one for Dylan. T: Here boy, do me a favor and have a drink with me so I don't have to drink alone. Dylan had never drunk before, but didn't want to disappoint Tony and accepted the beer. They clinked their bottles together and Dylan took his first sip of the beer. It didn't taste so bad, he thought. The evening progressed and so did the number of beers they both had in. After the fourth beer, Dylan began to feel it fairly well. Tony came back from the kitchen and gave Dylan his fifth pint. D: I think this will be my last one because I am starting to feel it pretty well. T: I think I better stop after this too because after my fifth beer I always start to feel the need for sex and since your father isn't here I don't have a pussy to pump my load into. Dylan again felt that strange itch rising in his belly and as he was already starting to get a little tipsy, his barriers and inhibitions began to disappear a little. D: does my dad have a nice pussy to fuck. Tony began to laugh. T: do I have to talk to you about your father's pussy boy. Dylan turned red. D: sorry, that was not the intention. T: be careful what you ask boy before you know it I will be horny as hell and ram my cock into your cunt. Dylan didn't respond and looked shyly at the ground. Tony caught Dylan's eye and saw that something had changed in the boy. No way, he thought. Tony stood up, went to the cabinet and took out a pipe and filled it with crystals. T: I'm going to blow some clouds boy. D: No problem, it's your house, I'm just a guest here. T: That's right kid. Tony lit the lighter and started melting the crystals, he sucked in the fumes, held it in for a moment and then blew a fat white cloud into the room. Tony saw that Dylan was watching with fascination. T: hmmm that feels nice. Nothing like a little Tina to relax nicely. Tony lit the lighter again and blew another nice cloud. Again he saw Dylan watching what he was doing. T: is there something boy. D: no sir, sorry to look but it's fascinating. T: is that so. Do you want to try it maybe. D: I don't know. I don't smoke and have no experience with drugs. T: there's nothing to it you know. It will calm you down, you'll get into a buzz you'll get a little more active and who knows you might like the experience you get from it. Dylan's inhibitions had subsided as reasonable because of the beers and the idea of trying this did excite him a bit. D: yeah maybe, maybe I should give it a try. Tony felt the devil in him coming to the surface. Could he dump his load into a cunt tonight after all and maybe create a new slave. T: come sit next to me boy and I'll teach you how to blow your first cloud. Dylan stood up feeling the effect the alcohol was already having on his body and sat down next to Tony. Tony handed him the pipe and put his hand on Dylan's leg. Dylan looked at Tony with his glassy eyes T: place the pipe against your lips, I will melt the crystals and when enough fumes are formed you may then suck it up and keep it inside as long as possible. Tony saw that Dylan was trying to listen to what he was saying. T: I will tell you when to suck up and when to blow out okay. D: ok Tony started melting the crystals and when enough fumes were formed he gave the signal to Dylan. T: yeah now suck it up boy. Slow and deep inhale. Tony saw that Dylan was following his instructions well T: good boy. You are a natural and now keep it in. T: feel the warmth coming over you. Dylan nodded. Tony counted to 10 T: now you can blow out Dylan blew the fumes back out of his lungs and watched as a thick white cloud came out of his mouth. T: and boy that felt nice, didn't it. Dylan felt a little tingle in his body and he got a little warmer. D: yeah it does feel nice yeah. T: let's blow another one. From 3 clouds you will start to feel the effect. Dylan nodded again. Tony lit the lighter again and started melting the crystals again. Dylan again followed Tony's instructions and blew his second and third cloud into the room. Dylan felt how his head began to spin more how he got warmer and how he also became more excited. Tony's hand by now had also moved more upward toward Dylan's crotch and he was holding him tighter as well. T: fuck boy, you really are a natural. T: do you like it, do you want to blow another cloud. Dylan's inhibitions disappeared like snow in the sun and the tickle in his belly had multiplied with every cloud he blew as well. Although he didn't really know why or what it meant he suddenly felt a huge attraction to Tony. He looked deep into Tony's eyes with a naughty and slightly longing look. Tony had seen it immediately, but held back for a moment. D: yeah I think so. T: will you be able to do it yourself? I'm going to get something to drink first. D: I think so, will you bring something soda for me. No more beer for me. T: that's fine boy, you blow some clouds. I'll go get something to drink. Dylan took the lighter and started melting the crystals. Tony got up and went to the kitchen where he prepared a bottle of getorade for Dylan. As Tony added the dose of G to the bottle he felt his cock stiffen in his pants. For he knew that tonight he was going to create a new slave and probably a pozz slave too because he had stopped his medication for several weeks because a pozzing party was scheduled in a few weeks. The sound of the lighter turning back on in the living room made Tony increasingly horny and he already took off his T-shirt and then went back to the living room. There he saw that Dylan was just blowing out his cloud. T: hmmm that looks great boy. Here drink some of this and you'll feel a little better. Dylan took the bottle and took a good gulp of it, he was already fairly flying and saw that Tony was no longer wearing a T-shirt. T: Do you mind that I took off my T-shirt. I had gotten way too hot from the booze. D: no way, I actually got very hot too T: take off your T-shirt too. We are men among men here. Dylan took off his shirt and his eyes were already fairly spinning in his head and couldn't take his eyes off Tony's naked torso. D: You have such a beautiful body, did you know that. T: thank you boy. T: just drink your bottle empty that you stay hydrated. Dylan drank the bottle and couldn't take his eyes off Tony's naked chest. T: would you like to feel my chest. Dylan's eyes began to twinkle. D: may I. T: sure, I'm your stepfather. Dylan put his hands on Tony's firm pecs. D: fuck man, you muscles are like a block of concrete. Tony started grinning. T: years of training boy. Would you like to have muscles like that too. Dylan looked into Tony's eyes again D: yeah actually I do yeah. T: then I will personally train you until you also have muscles like mine. Tony took the pipe again and placed it against his lips and blew a cloud into the room. Then he signaled to Dylan if he wanted another puff. Dylan took the pipe and took another deep draw of the Tina into his lungs. T: good boy. T: want to try something new boy. Dylan's inhibitions were almost completely gone and without thinking about it he said yes T: do you know what a shotgun is. D: no T: I suck from the pipe and then I place my lips on yours and blow the cloud into your mouth. Dylan felt his whole body tingle and with a shy look he nodded to Tony. D: ok Tony took the pipe back, melted the kirstallen and sucked the fumes. Then he took hold of Dylan's head and gently placed his lips on Dylan's. Dylan got even warmer inside when he felt Tony's lips on his. When he felt Tony blow he sucked the smoke into his lungs. He felt his head start to spin even more and didn't immediately realize that Tony had put his tongue in his mouth and started kissing him. The kiss was very short, but long enough to completely release the desire in Dylan. Dylan blew the cloud into the room. T: sorry boy, I know you are not into men but you are way too hot and I just got way too horny. D: it is not a big deal, it was nice. Tony took hold of Dylan's head and looked deep into his eyes. T: do you want more boy, I certainly wouldn't mind because you make me extremely horny. You have been making me horny since you came in here. Dylan closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, he was already flying so high and the intoxication he was in got an extra layer because the G was already starting to do its job too. D: oh yeah, I want more. I can't stop it anymore. T: good boy. Tony took Dylan's head even tighter and pushed his lips back on Dylan's and began kissing him more firmly. Dylan felt himself slipping completely under the influence of this dominant male who was kissing him. Dylan started moaning lightly, Tony started fondling Dylan's body and stopped kissing him and started licking and nibbling his nipples. Dylan didn't know what was happening to him. This was completely new to him and he wanted to make Tony stop but Tony's dominant side came out, he pushed Dylan down in the seat and took a firm hold of his arms so he couldn't do anything. T: You are mine boy. Do as I say and I'll teach you what pleasure is. D: oh yeah, oh fuck yeah. Dylan was completely ecstatic. Tony was licking him all over his body and occasionally he would come back up and kiss him. Tony was now coming up with his chest hanging over Dylan's face. T: lick my nipples boy. Let me enjoy your tongue and mouth too. The sweaty man smell penetrated Dylan's nose and gave him an extra boost of horniness he had never experienced before. With his hands, he began caressing Tony's muscular body, and he opened his mouth and began licking his nipples. He rubbed Tony's various tattoos and looked at the different symbols that prided themselves on his body. D: such beautiful tattoos sir. T: I know boy and if you do your best I can make sure you might earn one like these too. Tony got out of the seat and came to stand in front of Dylan. Tony pulled Dylan straight so that he too was out of the seat. Dylan felt for the first time the full effect of the chems coursing through his body. Tony held him tightly because otherwise Dylan would have just fallen over and started kissing him again. T: fuck boy you make me so fucking horny. T: do you want me to stop or d: no don't stop. T: If you want to go on, then I won't be able to hold back anymore and I guess I won't be able to stop and you'll have to do what I say. Understood. Because you make me way too horny. D: yeah I understand. Tony took Dylan's hands and put them on his crotch so Dylan would feel his stiff big fat pole. T: you're sure huh, because this is what you do to me. This cock will want to squirt a load and it won't happen by looking at it. Dylan looked at Tony with a naughty horny longing and timid look. D: yeah I'm sure. I will do anything you ask and command me. Do to me as you do to my Daddy. I am completely yours. T: good boy. Tony started kissing him again and then pushed him to his knees. Tony took hold of Dylan's head and pushed his face against his fly. T: feel how horny you make me boy. Tony's swollen and stiff fat cock pushed against his face and Dylan didn't know what hit him. Because deep inside he wanted to smell, feel and taste that cock. D: hmmm yeah. I want to feel it. T: talking with two words boy. If you want to serve me you will have to address me with dignity, understood. Dylan was already fully under Tony's influence, and had already fully accepted him as his superior. D: hmmm, sorry sir. May I feel your cock sir. T: that's better boy. Just open my pants and release my cock so you can feel and admire it. Dylan undid the button of the jeans and carefully pulled them down. Tony had no underwear on so his fat and big cock jumped directly into Dylan's face. Dylan heaved a sigh of admiration as the cock slapped against his face. Full of wonder he looked at the cock, he had seen several cocks in the showers of the sports club, but had never seen such a big and fat one that was also stiff. After admiring the cock for a moment he looked at Tony to hear what he could do. T: take hold of it with your hands boy and just feel what power is in my cock. Dylan took hold of him and was shocked at the thickness of Tony's cock. Because when he held it he noticed that his fingers did not touch the palm of his hand and there was still at least 1.5 inches of slack. D: oh fuck sir, your dick is so fucking big. Tony grinned. T: would you like to taste all this brute power boy. Dylan nodded. T: good boy. Then open your mouth and let my glans slide into your mouth. Dylan moved closer with his face to Tony's cock and opened his mouth. His lips touched Tony's glans and for the first time he tasted what a cock tasted like. Dylan closed his eyes and let out a slight moan. T: That's it boy. Let that glans slide into your mouth. Dylan let the glans slide into his mouth and when it touched his tongue he tasted for the first time the pre-cum leaking from Tony's cock. Again Dylan let out a moan of pleasure. Dylan had a full taste and let the cock slide deeper into his mouth and over his tongue until his mouth was completely filled. T: hmmmm yeah, that's it boy. Worship my cock just like your daddy. Tony still quietly took hold of Dylan's head and stroked him through his hair. Tony wasn't allowed to get too rough just yet or he might cause the boy to freeze. Tony let the boy enjoy cock in his mouth for a moment and let him play with it as he pleased. Tony noticed that the boy had absolutely no technique or experience, but he would teach him that. After letting Dylan play with his cock for a while he straightened him out, pulled him close to him and kissed him. T: Not bad boy for a first time. Do you like my fat cock in your mouth boy. Dylan nodded T: I don't hear you boy. D: yes sir. I never thought this would be so tasty. T: hmmmm, I like to hear that boy. I'll teach you a lot more so you can enjoy cock even more. Would you like that boy D: hmmm yeah D: I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel so turned on sir. I would like to touch your body all the time. I think I feel horny sir and don't know what to do with it. Tony looked Dylan straight in the eyes and saw how his pupils had widened and how his eyes were spinning in his eye sockets. T: I do know what we can do about that. Follow me boy. T: first we are going to take a shower together that we are clean. Dylan followed Tony to the bathroom and there they took off all their clothes. Tony turned on the shower and to Dylan's great surprise his own cock was completely limp and shriveled. Tony saw Dylan's reaction T: it doesn't matter that your dick is limp boy. That just confirms that you are a true bottom slave. Should your cock be stiff after using Miss Tina your cock would still be hard and stiff just like mine. True bottom sluts have a soft cock because they don't need it. All the pleasure will be in your pussy for you boy and you do want to have pleasure in your pussy huh boy. Dylan looked at Tony with glassy eyes and licked his lips wet and nodded affirmatively. Tony looked at Dylan and inspected his naked body. He saw that there was some hair on Dylan's chest and ass and that his cock was also well provided with pubic hair. T: now I don't feel like doing this right now but later I will clean you up a bit so you will look a little more posh for me boy. Dylan let out a moan Tony took hold of Dylan and pulled him under the hot water of the shower where he began kissing and licking him back. Tony put his hands on Dylan's virgin ass and squeezed his butt cheeks firmly. T: hmmmmm, I've been looking at this ass for weeks and now I finally get to squeeze it. Dylan let out a moan of pleasure and licked Tony's neck. T: do you like it boy. Do you like it when I touch your ass. D: yes sir. T: are you going to offer your virgin ass to me boy later. T: and let your virgin ass be filled with my cock and cum. Dylan looked at Tony bit his lower lip and nodded and moaned as Tony pulled the jaws of his ass open and stroked his finger along his virgin sphincter. D: hmmm yeah. I want you to be my first sir. T: good boy. Look at my cock how it's getting even harder from you. You make me horny as hell boy. Tony took the soap and sensually soaped Dylan. Then he licked every place he had soaped and washed off. Tony now soaped Dylan's cock and when it was rinsed off he took it his mouth for a moment, Dylan closed his eyes and for the first time enjoyed a warm mouth around his cock, although it also remained limp. Still, it was a unique experience for Dylan. Then Tony came back upright he pushed Dylan against the wall and kissed him passionately. He turned Dylan around and pushed him face down against the wall. T: spread your legs boy. Dylan did as asked and Tony took soap in his hands and first soaped his ass and then he slid his hands to his sphincter and gently soaped that too. Tony watched as Dylan enjoyed the first touch that his future pussy received. Nothing as beautiful and horny as a virgin experiencing for the first time the sensation his pussy can offer him thought Tony. Tony saw that the boy was changed by this moment and would never want to be anything but a hole to be fucked. As the soap washed off his sphincter Tony went through his knees and gently pulled the jaws of Dylan's ass open and buried his face in it and began licking Dylan's sphincter. Dylan didn't know what was happening to him and started moaning loudly with pleasure and enjoying every moment that Tony's tongue was licking his pussy. D: holy shit, this is heavenly sir. T: I know boy. But I need to rinse your ass first before we can continue. T: stay put I take my enema. Tony took his enema that was always ready filled with a potent dose of chempiss and a bucket. T: don't be scared boy, I will inject this and you keep this in you until I say you can push it out, got it. Dylan nodded and he felt his a thin rod being pushed into his ass and a liquid being injected into his ass. Dylan closed his eyes and listened to what Tony told him to do. After holding up the fluid for a moment and getting a little warmer inside again, Tony told him he could let it come out. Tony held the bucket under Dylan's ass and he let the fluid squirt out of his ass. Tony repeated this several more times until the fluid was completely clear coming out of Dylan's ass. T: That's it boy. Tony took the soap again and soaped Dylan's ass again. Dylan began to fly higher and higher, enjoying every touch he received. Tony turned off the water took a towel and dried off his future bitch. Dylan struggled to stay upright and stay off Tony. He had gotten so horny and was no longer in control of himself. Dylan got down on his knees and wanted to start sucking Tony's cock. He opened his mouth and let the swollen but sagging cock slide into his mouth and began to bob his head up and down like a real slut in need of a load of cum. T: Look at that. Already a cock worshipping bitch. You make me so fucking horny boy. I will transform that ass of yours tonight into a blooming pussy that many bitches would envy. D: but he's so delicious step-daddy. T: oh fuck boy, yes call me step daddy. That makes me extremely horny. T: But we're not going to stay here boy. You can come with me to the playroom. I can train you properly there. Tony straightened Dylan and took his hand and pulled him along to the playroom. Tony opened the room and pushed Dylan inside. Although he had already looked inside the room before, he was once again impressed both by the size and by what was inside. Tony took some things and rejoined Dylan. T: First I'll put some gear on you boy. So I can train you properly later. T: you still want to serve me and be my slave, don't you boy. Dylan was completely floating, for the first time in his life he could think of nothing but sex and other dirty thoughts and he looked at Tony with longing eyes, and in his belly he felt itching all over. He moved his head closer to Tony and sought Tony's with his lips. When he found them he began to kiss him passionately. T: Then I may conclude that it is a yes. Dylan felt a leather strap being put around his neck and also around his wrists and ankles. Tony pulled him along to the crotch and clicked his wrists and ankles to it. He came up beside him and whispered in his ear. T: You are mine now boy. You came into this room as a virgin boy but you will not leave it until your cunt is trained, filled with toxic cum and you are a cock worshiping slave. Dylan began breathing heavier and moaning because of what Tony whispered in his ear. All he could think about now was Tony's cock and how he loved to serve him. T: That's what you want anyway huh boy. To become like your daddy, a dirty pozz slave who will do anything for me and have his cunt fucked by whoever and whenever I want it. Again Dylan moaned and he bit his lower lip as he could no longer control his feelings and desires. He did hear everything Tony him and could still process it all but the desires were taking over more and more. He did hear that his father was pozz and now he also knew what those symbols were on Tony's chest. But he didn't care about any of it. He had to and would worship that cock of the man in front of him. T: I want to hear you say it boy. D: hmmmm, yeah, fuck yeah. Please train me so I can become a good slave for you step daddy T: that's the perfect answer boy. Hmmmmmmmm T: first I'll give you some real nipples boy so I can play with them nicely. Tony sucked, licked and bit Dylan's nipples hard. Dylan let out a loud cry from both pain, excitement and pleasure. Tony took two nipple clamps and placed them on the Dylan's soft boy nipples. He also took a piece of rope and tied off Dylan's balls with it and hung a bottle of water from it. Dylan felt the pain of the clamps and the tugging on his balls through the bottle of water and moaned softly in pain. Tony took a flogger and first stroked the strings along Dylan's skin. Dylan did not know that this could produce such a sensation and began to moan softly. The moaning stopped as Tony began to quietly whip even more. Although the strokes of the whip did not hurt, yet Dylan was startled with each stroke causing the bottle of water to start rocking and pulling more on his balls. This not only provided a pain stimulus but also a kind of pleasure sensation Dylan had never experienced before. T: You dirty boy. Tony spat in Dylan's face and then licked it back off. It wound Dylan up every time and he kept trying to find Tony's mouth so he could kiss him. T: no boy. I decide what happens here, and if you don't listen and do what I say. Then you will experience pain instead of pleasure. He slapped a little harder so Dylan would realize who was in charge. Dylan was a good pupil and after Tony again called him a dirty boy and spat and licked him, Dylan did nothing. T: hmmm, you're already starting to get it kid. You are beginning to understand that your desires and needs are secondary to mine. With you I will have a lot of fun, I can feel it. After Tony had worked Dylan with the flogger for a while, he took off the nipple clamps and also loosened the knot around his balls and released Dylan from the crotch. Dylan immediately got down on his knees to regain his strength. Tony stood in front of he and the smell of Tony's cock hit his nose and his horniness forced him to suck that cock. Dylan opened his mouth and licked at Tony's swollen glans. Tony felt Dylan's warm mouth and pulled his cock away and slapped Dylan. T: did I say you could touch my cock boy. Dylan shook his head. Tony gave him another slap to the head. T: I don't hear you slave. D: no step daddy. T: you will have to learn to control yourself boy and especially listen to what you can, cannot and should do. D: sorry sir, I will listen. T: sit on all fours boy. Dylan did what was asked of him and he felt Tony slapping his ass with the flogger. Tony alternated hitting with the flogger with hitting with the flat of his hand. With each slap, Dylan let out a small cry of pain and, oddly, pleasure. When Dylan's ass had received enough slaps and was looking nice and red Tony sat down behind Dylan's ass and pulled the jaws of his ass open and began to lick back at Dylan's sphincter. Dylan immediately began to moan with pleasure and sagged through his arms, raising his ass a little more. Tony forgave him this mistake, after all it was still only the first time for this boy and he still had a lot to learn. Tony took some lube and two beautiful crystals. Dylan felt how a cold liquid was put on his sphincter and how Tony's thick fingers began to push against his sphincter. Dylan felt the pressure building against his sphincter and he moaned as his sphincter opened and let Tony's finger inside. The finger than Tony slid all the way in and then back out before disappearing all the way in his ass again. After a few times Dylan felt how something was changing in his ass. It started to get all warm and even feel burning. D: hmmm stop step daddy, my ass is starting to burn. I'm in such pain step-daddy. Tony started grinning because he knew these were just the crystals melting and instead of stopping he pushed a second finger into Dylan's ass. Dylan began to moan even louder. D: Fuck, it's burning sir. T: stop whining boy. That burning feeling is your cunt preparing itself. Get used to it because you will feel that feeling regularly in your life if you want to become my slave. Dylan bit his teeth and felt the burning sensation begin to ebb away. The burning sensation gave way to a desire in his ass to be filled and he began to sweat even more and got even hotter again. His head began to spin more violently again and when he noticed that Tony's fingers had disappeared from his ass for a moment he got a huge empty feeling inside that he had never experienced before. His ass was empty and he could not handle that empty feeling. The empty feeling had to stop and that could only happen if his ass was filled with something. Dylan began to moan, whimper and shake his ass hoping something would happen so the empty feeling would stop. T: you see boy your cunt was preparing. Your cunt already probably can't do it without something in it. Isn't it boy. D: no step daddy. There must be something in my cunt, it feels so empty sir. T: is that so boy. Does your ass need to be filled. D: yes step daddy T: and I have to do that? D: yes please, I can't stand it like this anymore. T: what good does it do me that your cunt is filled boy. What do I get in return. D: I'll do anything step daddy, really anything. T: open your mouth boy and suck my dick first, then I can think how to thank me when I fill your ass with something. Dylan opened his mouth and sucked the thick soft cock inside and started sucking it gently. T: hmmm yeah, that's nice huh boy, sucking step daddy's cock. Your technique will have to be refined but you'll learn. But I see you like masters cock. T: will you thank step-daddy if he will stuff your ass. Dylan looked at Tony with slutty eyes and nodded. T: good boy. I will fill youre mouth with my piss boy and you have to swallow everything neatly understood. If you do I will fill that empty feeling in your pussy. Is that good boy. Although Dylan was flying high, still he didn't know if he could do this, but the empty feeling in his ass had to be filled and he had no other choice. Dylan nodded. T: good boy. T: since it's your first time, I'll piss slowly so you have time enough to swallow it all nicely. T: isn't that sweet of me boy. Dylan opened his mouth. D: thank you step daddy. T: now put those lips around step-daddy's cock nicely and let that golden nectar run down to your belly. Dylan gently pressed his lips around Tony's half hard cock and felt the first stream of piss running into his mouth. Dylan felt his heart pounding more firmly and closed his eyes. The first thing he thought was that the taste wasn't so bad. It was a warm and slightly bitter taste, and without giving it further thought, he let the warm nectar run down his throat. He had thought he would gag but as a miracle he did . He felt Tony take his head firmly and push his cock deeper into his mouth. T: That's it boy. Drink nicely from stepdaddy's cock. You're a natural. Even your father couldn't do this the first time without gagging. Dylan felt jet after jet running down his throat, and for some reason it thrilled him immensely to have Tony's piss squirted into his mouth and running straight to his stomach. Dylan even started sucking Tony's cock while it was pissing. That only made Tony even hornier and he pushed his cock as far as he could into Dylan's mouth. T: Such a good boy. I will spoil your pussy later boy. You more than deserve it. Dylan felt himself growing from Tony's encouraging words. When he felt Tony finish pissing he also felt Tony withdraw his cock from his mouth. T: sit on all fours on the bed boy. Tony took some dildos and some buttplugs. He also took a quick look at the clock and saw that by now they had been going for almost 3 h since Dylan had gotten his dose of G. He put the stuff next to Dylan and he saw how entranced Dylan looked at the toys. T: hands off boy. I'm going to get something ready for you first. Dylan watched as Tony took a bottle of getorade and added a liquid from another bottle. Dylan felt that he was starting to think more clearly again and although he was still firmly under the influence of the booty bump, he nevertheless put on his naughty shoes. D: what is that step daddy. T: you noticed that boy, that I added something to the drink. Dylan nodded. T: that's to get you nice and horny and to let your submissive side come out boy. The drugs aren't going to make you do anything you don't want to do yourself. It only enhances your feelings , and you liked it just now isn't it. Dylan nodded. T: do you want to feel so nice and horny and slutty again boy. Dylan nodded again. T: Good boy. Here drink the G then, you will soon feel like the slave and slut you were before. We have to make sure you stay nice to fly. Don't we, boy? Dylan took the bottle in full awareness of what he was going to drink and do and drank it empty and nodded again. D: yes step daddy, I'll do anything for you. Ever since I heard you busy at the party a longing for you has awakened that could not be stilled and now I know what it is. I really want to serve you like my dad. I also want to become like him, your slave and give my life to you. Tony took the bottle and kissed Dylan. T: Then we will make you a real slave boy, then you can serve me forever just like your father. Tony gave Dylan the pipe as well. T: blow 3 more nice clouds for me boy, you will need it when I start to stretch open your pussy. Because that G will only take effect in about 20 min. Dylan took the pipe and started melting the crystals. He felt his ass being smeared back with lube and he blew his first cloud at that moment. T: good boy keep those clouds coming. Go ahead and start flying back. Dylan blew his second and third cloud, he again felt the effect of the extra layer of tina shooting through his body and dropped his head on the bed. Tony took a bottle of poppers and placed an inhaler on it and handed it to Dylan. T: sniff this a few times boy. It will help you when I start to stretch your cunt. T: put the inhaler in your nose and sniff in each nostril but as long as you can and as much as you want. Dylan stuck the inhaler in his nose and sniffed the poppers and felt the warm glow come over his body, he felt his heart begin to beat faster and his ass felt the need to be filled even more. At that moment he felt how a cold dildo pushed against his sphincter and how his sphincter opened to let the dildo slide inside. Dylan sighed very deeply and let out a loud moan of pleasure. Although this was just the beginning and was only the thinnest dildo in Tony's collection, Dylan felt his pussy being filled and a satisfied feeling came over him. D: hmmmmmmmm fuck yeah, this is so nice step daddy. T: hmmm, your pussy looks so delicious boy. I can't wait to jam my fat cock in it. D: do it step daddy, I want to feel your fat cock in my pussy. T: not so fast boy, your cunt would rip open if I ram my cock in you now. Tony pulled the dildo out of Dylan's cunt and showed him the thickness of the dildo next to that of his own cock. T: you see boy, my cock is 3 times thicker than the dildo that has now been in your cunt. T: But no worries boy, I love to stretch virgin pussies open so they can be fucked by my fat cock. T: Before you realize it, you will be riding my fat cock. Dylan bit his lower lip and groaned as he felt the next dildo being pushed into his pussy. Again he sniffed the poppers a few times and the pain he had at first from the thicker dildo disappeared and gave way to pleasure. He noticed that by pushing his ass back a little that the dildo slid in more smoothly and he got much more pleasure that way. Tony played with the dildo in Dylan's newly formed pussy. T: hmmmm such a hungry pussy you have boy. Shall I take another thicker one and open up your pussy a little further. The G began to kick back in and Dylan felt the slutty effects in his mind's body come to the surface. His eyes began to turn more in his head again and he got the blissful feeling about him again. D: hmmmmm yeah, stretch it open step daddy. I want to be able to feel your fat cock inside me. T: hmmm you horny slut. I can't wait to be able to squirt my first load in your pussy. Tony took another thicker dildo and also played with it in Dylan's pussy for a while after which he took another thicker one and saw that it too disappeared smoothly into Dylan's cunt. Tony saw that by now the tight pussy had already become a slightly gaping hole and after Dylan had gotten used to the tentatively thickest dildo of the set Tony took an even thicker butt plug. T: sniff the poppers boy, I'm going to shove a plug in your cunt and this one will hurt for a while, because it will also stay in your cunt for a while so it can stretch open nicely. Dylan sniffed the poppers, Tony took another crystal and already pushed it into Dylan's gaping pussy and took the inflatable butt plug, smeared it with lube and gently pushed it in. He felt some resistance from Dylan's sphincter at first, and he heard how Dylan started moaning again that his pussy was on fire and that it was way too thick. But it wasn't long before the plug slid past the sphincter and was in place. Tony first gave a few more squeezes on the pump of the plug so that it inflated a little in Dylan's pussy and then he turned the boy onto his back and lay on top of him. T: hmmmm, is it nice boy. Do you like it when I play with your pussy and get it ready for my cock. The bootybump hit Dylan and he was flying back fiercer. D: fuck yeah step daddy, I feel so hot and dirty and want you to use me so bad. Tony started kissing and licking him back and Dylan let out moan after moan of pleasure. After they made love for a while, Tony pulled Dylan straight and first gave two more squeezes on the pump of the butt plug. Dylan felt his pussy being pulled open from the inside. Dylan struggled for a moment to stay upright but Tony took hold of his hand and pulled him back into the bathroom. D: what are we going to do step daddy. T: while I stretch your pussy open a little, we have a little time to clean you up a little so you will look a little more like a slave boy. T: you want that don't you huh boy look like my slave. D: yes step daddy. Tony took the trimmer and first shaved away the hair on Dylan's chest and butt and then his pubic hair. Again he gave two squeezes on the pump of the plug and then he also trimmed the hair on Dylan's head. T: that looks better already boy. Dylan was pushed under the shower again and had to get on his knees first. T: fuck boy, you look so nice and horny. T: open your mouth that I can piss your mouth. Dylan opened his mouth and immediately felt a warm jet of piss spray onto his face and into his mouth. It wound Dylan up tremendously and with his hands he rubbed the piss that did not run into his mouth all over his face in and body. D: hmmmmmm this is delicious step daddy. This so fucking delicious. T: I know boy. I knew you would be a dirty piss drinking slut. After the last drop was sprayed on Dylan's face Tony pulled him back straight pushed him against the wall and licked his face which was soaked with his piss and then stuck his tongue in Dylan's mouth and kissed him. Tony took a razor and some shaving cream. T: just hold still boy so I don't cut you. Because I like my slaves completely smooth. Tony began to shave away the short-trimmed hair completely and Dylan saw that he had become completely hairless. His cock, balls and ass were also set completely smooth. Tony first gave a few more squeezes on the pump of the plug, Dylan again felt how his cunt was pulled open further and how warm water suddenly ran down his body. Tony pushed him against the wall and started kissing and licking him all over his body again. T: those nipples of yours I will get a little bigger later so I can play with them nicely. Tony squeezed Dylan's ass and then gave a few firm pats on it. Because I like my slaves completely smooth. Tony began shaving the short-trimmed hair all the way and Dylan saw that he had become completely hairless. His cock, balls and ass were also set completely smooth. Tony first gave a few more squeezes on the pump of the plug, Dylan again felt how his cunt was pulled open further and how warm water suddenly ran down his body. Tony pushed him against the wall and started kissing and licking him all over his body again. T: those nipples of yours I will get a little bigger later so I can play with them nicely. Tony squeezed Dylan's ass and then gave a few firm pats on it. T: hmmmmm I like my asses nice and red boy that makes me feel nice and horny. Tony turned off the water and dried Dylan off. He gave a few more squeezes on the pump and then took two nipple pumps, he placed them on Dylan's nipples and sucked them vaccum so that his nipples no longer remained flat but that teats formed. T: that looks so delicious boy. I would like to bite into those tasty nipples of yours already. Dylan felt the pressure being put on his nipples but the numbing effect of the chems did not make it painful but made him feel horny. Tony also took a penis cage and showed it to Dylan. T: This one goes around your dick boy. I don't want you playing with your dick in an unguarded moment. From now on you are mine and I decide when your dick can be played with. Got it. D: yes step daddy. My cock and ass are completely yours. Dylan felt Tony put the cage around his cock and put a lock on it. Tony then pulled Dylan into the playroom and put him in front of the mirror and stood behind him. T: Take a good look at yourself boy. You almost look like a real slave already. Dylan looked at himself and saw how in a short time he had transformed from a boy to slave in the making. He rubbed his clean-shaven body and tapped his fingers against the nipple pumps. He looked at his caged cock and took a moment to hold it. It didn't make him feel weird that his cock was caged, it just made him even more turned on. He felt Tony give a few more slaps against his ass and began to lick and bite his neck. Again, he felt the pressure on his nipples being increased and his pussy being pulled open some more. He looked up and saw a clock hanging. Dylan was startled because the last dose of G was already back on its last legs he began to think a little clearer again. T: what's up boy, why are you startled. D: is it 5 o'clock step dad already, shouldn't we be in bed for a long time. When Dylan had taken his first pull of the pipe it was 8 o'clock in the evening and now they had been going for 9 hours and he had had no sense of time at all. Tony started laughing T: time goes fast boy when you're having fun. But you should not be afraid you are not going to bed for a long time. You won't really be able to sleep until your father comes back and has seen your transformation. Dylan was turned around and Tony kissed him again, looked deep into his eyes and saw that the boy could already go back to using a new dose of chems. He took out another bottle of getorade and put another dose of G in it and handed the bottle to Dylan with a devilish grin on his face. D: is it time to let me fly again step daddy? T: yes boy, drink up nicely you're getting nice and willing again. Dylan drank out the bottle. D: may I blow a few clouds too step daddy. Tony started grinning. T: you'd like that for sure isn't it boy. But you may not blow any clouds for a while. I have something much better in store for you. T: first we are going to take those nipple pumps off you and see if your nipples are already nicely swollen and I can play with them. Tony let the pressure off the nipple pumps and took them off. Dylan's nipples were nicely swollen, sensitive and there were like little teats on his nipples. Tony got all wild when he saw the swollen nipples and took the nipples in his mouth and started nibbling on them. Dylan went absolutely crazy from the sensation going through his body. T: holy shit boy, your nipples are really delicious. By the time I'm all done with you they will be much bigger your nipples and they will be permanently so nice and thick. You will have to hide them from me or every time I see you I will want to eat you. Tony put Dylan in the middle of the room, attached his wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling and played with his nipples. He placed clamps on them again and teased him with the flogger. He blew the plug to maximum and Dylan felt his once again being pulled open further. T: fuck boy. You have a nice horny body. He gave a few pats on Dylan's ass and saw that he came back nice and red. He took the clamps off the nipples and Dylan curled his toes in pain. Tony took the nipples into his mouth and licked and sucked firmly on them. Dylan was completely ecstatic with the feeling that came over him. Tony came up next to his ear and whispered. T: do you want to feel step daddy's cock in your pussy boy. Do you think you will be able to handle my fat cock in your pussy. Dylan started moaning with pleasure at the thought alone and whispered. D: oh fuck yes. Fuck me step daddy I long so hard to feel your cock in my pussy. T: shall step daddy give you another hand and give you something so your pussy can definitely handle it boy or are you going to do it without anything. D: hmmmmm give me whatever you want and make me as horny and willing as you want as long as you are sure my cunt can get your fat cock inside. Tony licked in Dylan's ear and whispered again T: I'm going to give you a fat slam boy. I will then inject the Tina right into your veins. You will be shot to the stars and your pussy will suck my cock inside afterwards. Do you want that boy your pussy to suck my cock inside. Dylan was completely ecstatic, he moaned with pleasure and desire and nodded. D: slam me, do what you want with me. Tony gave one last pat on Dylan's ass and then untied him and pushed him onto the bed. His first time may still be loving he thought. Later I'll put him in the sling and stretch his cunt open further. Dylan lay on his back on the bed and felt the plug being deflated. Tony let him sit for a while longer and put a rubber band around Dylan's biceps. T: stay still boy. Tony rubbed his arm with an alcohol swipe and he looked for a nice thick vein. Dylan watched as Tony stuck a needle in his arm and his blood mixed with the liquid in the syringe, and Dylan watched as the needle was inserted into his arm. T: look me in the eyes boy. I love watching a virgin boy turn into a real hungry slut for the first time. Dylan looked into Tony's eyes, Tony pushed in the plunger of the syringe and the Tina disappeared into Dylan's arm. Tony undid the rubber band and watched as Dylan's eyes opened wide the moment the slam hit. Dylan began to cough violently and cried out with desire. He was now wiggling completely uncontrollably on the bed. His hands went all over his body which felt electrically charged. He was completely out of it and felt like the horniest slave on the planet. He felt the plug slide out of his ass and Tony pouring lube all over his pussy and the tip of his glans pressing against his sphincter. At that moment the poppers were pushed under his nose and he sniffed the horny fumes. Dylan opened his eyes and looked straight at Tony. He sniffed the poppers first and then tossed them next to him on the bed. He felt Tony trying to work his glans's way in, but still encountering a little resistance from his sphincter. T: relax boy, let my fat big cock do its job and penetrate your pussy nicely. Your pussy is ready boy. I can feel it. Tony saw the longing and hungry look on Dylan's face and it drove him wild. Carefully he gave a little more force against the sphincter and then something magical happened. The sphincter opened and Dylan felt the glans drill its way in. Dylan began to moan heavily. He felt his cunt being pulled open even further and both pain and pleasure werehed over him. Dylan's mouth was fully opened and he was breathing heavily and deeply, letting out moan after moan. T: hmmmmmm fuck yes boy, let my cock slide inside your virgin pussy. Dylan felt inch after inch as Tony's fat cock slid into his pussy, getting hotter and hotter. Tony took his time and let the boy get used to his fat cock and then suddenly Dylan felt the balls Tony was slapping against his ass. Tony put a pillow under Dylan's ass and while his cock was completely inside Dylan's pussy he came down on him. He licked back into Dylan's ear and whispered. T: hmmmmm your pussy feels blissful boy. Do you like having step daddy's bare cock all the way inside your pussy boy. Dylan couldn't say anything because he was completely ecstatic because of all the emotions and sensations now going through his body. He could only moan with pleasure. Tony licked him for a moment and kissed him. D: you are so big step daddy I can feel your cock all the way into my belly. Tony laughed for a moment. D: fuck me step daddy, your cock feels good in my pussy. Spray your cum in my pussy and then let me drink it because I want to feel and taste it. T: you dirty boy. T: I am pozz boy and I have stopped my medication for a while. If I inject my load into your pussy you can be pozz too. Do you want that boy. Become my pozz boy. You would make me proud if I can become your pozz daddy. D: oh yes step daddy, become my pozz daddy then we will be connected forever. T: hmmmmmmm you fucking horny slave. I am going to fill your pussy with unmedicated virus until you are fully charged and pregnant with the virus and become pozz. Tony felt that Dylan's pussy had become ready to start thrusting and he began to lightly thrust into Dylan's pussy. Dylan's mouth fell back open and he began to moan again. D: hmmm yes pozz daddy, fuck my hole. Fuck my hole harder and fill it up with your virus and get me pregnant. T: I'm not going to be able to last long this first time boy. You are making me way too horny. But no fear boy, I have many more loads in my balls for you today. That pussy of yours will be glowing with my virus before you can go to sleep. Tony began to thrust more firmly into Dylan's cunt and Dylan was left with only the sensation of pleasure. The pain was completely gone and he felt Tony's cock begin to contract and he heard Tony begin to breathe heavier. T: fuck boy here comes your first load of virus. Aaaaaaaaaahh Dylan felt Tony's cock spurt string after string into his cunt. Tony fell down on Dylan for a moment while his cock was still in Dylan's filled pussy. Dylan felt the cock stay stiff in his filled pussy. He took hold of Tony's head for the first time himself and kissed him. D: this was fucking blissful pozz daddy. I want a lot more of this. You totally woke me up and that I am a true bottom that needs to be fucked. D: fuck me again pozz daddy. My pussy wants more. Tony laughed. T: you young slave. Always hungry for more. Give me five minutes and I'll fuck your cunt for a second time. Tony's cock fell out of Dylan's cunt and Tony turned on his back. T: lick my cock clean boy and taste the cum and virus that is going to get you pregnant. Dylan crawled on top of Tony and sat down in a 69 position and began to lick Tony's seed-covered cock clean. It was the first time Dylan tasted a man's seed and It was the first time Dylan tasted a man's seed and It certainly tasted like more. Tony lay under Dylan's gaping pussy and watched as his seed began to spill out. He let the seed run onto his face and after Dylan had licked his cock clean, he also licked his face which was covered in seed clean. After he was licked clean he took a butt plug and pushed it into Dylan's gaping pussy. T: We have to keep your pussy nice and open for later he boy. Otherwise we can start all over again.

What a Hot story. Wish I was Kevin 💦

homeless guys was where I honed my cumdump skills!I lived and worked downtown and right by the river was an abandoned section empty restaurants, brick warehouses, 70's office buildings. And this was my playground. Every month, there seemed to be a new group of homeless guys living and partying amidst the run down buildings. (I think the monthly change had to do with them being released from prison or jail). My first cock I sucked off was a big white bruiser guy in the back of an abandoned car while is friends began to gather around and peer inside. I was in cock heaven but got paranoid by the group forming (was probably only 4 or 5 guys) and panicked and bolted before I could taste his load. My first black cock was in one of the dark corners of the top floor of a parking structure. I would get going good, but then we'd hear someone creeping around, hiding. I was cool with an audience, might even get another cock to suck, but the black guy I was nursing on didn't like our mystery visitor and he'd pull away, zip up and tell me to flow him and we'd go into another part of the abandoned parking. I got going again, amazed how is cock felt like a solid piece of metal or wood covered in a salty layer of meat - it was just SOLID. But again, some noise spooked him and finally just walked away, never blasting his nut in my mouth, or on my face or wherever. I learned how to gauge the mean drunks and avoid them. Always had an exit plan. I had these scenarios that would give me an excuse to talk to them: i was looking for my lost dog, i was new here and where was the closest 7-11, or my favorite - hey if i give you some money can you buy me booze from the liquor store just up the hill? I guess I used that one too many times, I once went into that liquor store and the italian brothers/uncle/dad (I think) owners behind the counter started snickering and looking at me funny. Did they see me doing something? Or did one of the homeless guys say something? I tried to quickly buy some snacks and put them and some money $ on the counter and tried to smile. The other italian guys left behind the counter and disappeared into a backroom. As the transaction was ending and the remaining younger italian guy was handing me my change - he cracked a little smile, raised is eyebrows a bit and smirked "So do you pour vodka over their dicks before you suck ?" I freaked, cause I DID often do that because these homeless guys had a strong smell. I turned red, and just rushed out figuring that they had followed us down into the old 'hood or maybe one the guys buying booze said something about me (towards the end of Summer, all the homeless guys knew buying liquor was just an excuse....

Part 2 Summer is over. It's November. Matt got tested twice since the hookup with "geek chic." Matt dated a guy named Alexander for a couple months, but they broke it off. Alexander is a great guy but a bad fuck. Alexander has a 6" cock. Dutifully, Alexander wraps it up every time they fucked. Matt has run into "geek chic" at the EDM bar a few times. Matt likes "geek chic" and feels like they shared something special - Matt's first bareback sex. When Matt sees "geek chic," they chat. Sometimes they dance together. They often kiss. Matt even sucked "geek chic" off in an alley one night. "Geek chic" doesn't want to fuck Matt again though. Matt has had sex with a couple other guys since he and Alexander broke off their fling. Each time Matt or the other guy wrapped their cock. Matt has not had bareback sex again. He'd like to get a boyfriend so they can do it bareback. Matt and Alexander still hang out together when they see each other at the bar. Tonight Alexander is out with his group of friends and his best friend from college. The college best friend, named Bill, is hot. He's 6', has brown hair, and works out. Matt sees the group and comes over to say hi for a bit. Matt is attracted to Bill, but feels conflicted because it's Alexander's best friend. Instead of flirting with Bill, Matt goes off to see another group of friends. As the night continues, Bill and Matt run into each other a couple times. Bill hits on Matt each time. Matt tries to shrug it off, but Bill is persistent. Matt wants to explain to Bill that he finds him attractive, but doesn't want to mess up friendships, etc. Matt also doesn't want Alexander or his friends to see Bill and Matt talking at the bar and get the wrong idea. Matt asks Bill to take a walk outside. Bill agrees. Matt makes sure they both get hand stamps before they leave so they can re-enter the bar. Matt and Bill walk toward the river - it's only a couple blocks from the bar. Matt is telling Bill that he doesn't want to mess things up with Alexander because they are friends now. Bill agrees. Bill loves Alexander. Bill doesn't want to mess things up either. Standing in a park area along the river, it's chilly so Bill is hugging Matt from behind. Bill and Matt are still talking, but Bill is clearly hard and his cock is pressed against Matt's ass. Matt says, "Your cock is hard. I can feel it." Bill says, "That's because your hot. Also, Alexander told us what a hot fuck you are and that you have a big cock. I'm horny to see it." Matt says, "We shouldn't because Alexander....." Bill kisses Matt. Matt kisses Bill back. Bill feels Matt's 7.5" cock getting hard. Bill rubs Matt's cock through his jeans. Bill says, "Get your cock out." Matt let's Bill undo his jeans. Matt takes his cock out. Bill plays with Matt's cock and strokes it. The two of them get closer to the trees along the river. Matt gets Bill's cock out and sucks it. Bill leans against a tree and says, "Suck my cock sexy Matt." Matt sucks Bill's cock and uses his hands on his own cock and on Bill's. It's not the first time Matt has sucked cock in this park. Matt thinks it's hot and naughty to suck cock in public. Matt sucks Bill's cock and licks his balls. Bill stands Matt up and returns the favor, sucking Matt's cock. Matt feels Bill finger his ass with spit covered fingers as Bill is sucking his cock. The fingers are a little dry. Matt gets a lube packet he picked up from the bar and gives it to Bill. Matt says, "Use some lube on your fingers. The spit isn't enough. It kinda hurts." Bill apologizes. Puts the lube on his fingers and turns Matt around. Matt is looking out at the water as Bill fingers his ass and strokes his cock. Matt is mesmerized by the scene. It's so amazing to be this free. Bill keeps applying lube to Matt's ass and his fingers. Matt's ass is wet after 10 minutes of fingering. Bill has three fingers in Matt already. Bill thinks Matt is open enough for his cock. Bill puts some lube on his cock. Bill bends Matt over some and lines up his bare cock with Matt's hole. Bill pushes into Matt's ass. Matt winces at first, but he's no virgin. Bill's cock slips in fairly easily. Matt enjoys getting fucked. He loves that Bill slipped inside him without much pain or friction. Matt pushes back on Bill's cock. Bill takes the hint and starts fucking Matt. Matt is moaning softly. He can hear their skin slapping together as Bill fucks him. Matt likes that sound. That sound means a man is behind him fucking him. He can feel the cock sliding in and out of him and hear his own moans. Matt loves this fuck. Bill says, "You like my cock in you slut? All that talk of wanting to be friends with Alexander, but here we are and my cock is fucking you. You love getting fucked don't you, slut?" Matt moans and says, "Yes keep fucking me. It feels so fucking good." Bill's cock slides in and out of Matt's ass. Bill says, "Alexander never said he fucked you bareback. I guess he kept one of your secrets." Matt confused says, "Alexander never fucked me bareback. Why would you say that?" Bill says, "Because you are riding my cock bareback right now." Bill keeps fucking Matt. Matt says, "You are?" Bill responds, "Yeah you only gave me lube packets. Never gave me a condom." Matt is moaning as Bill's cock is sliding in and out of his ass. Matt says, "Oh fuck. No wonder your cock feels so good. Just keep fucking me." Bill grabs Matt hips and bends Matt forward more. Matt starts stroking his cock. Matt loves this bare cock inside him. It feels so good. Bill's fuck is getting faster and the strokes are shorter. Bill is moaning now. Matt knows Bill is close to cumming. Bill says, "I'm close. Can I cum inside you?" Matt says, "Yes. Cum in me." Bill bites his lip to keep from screaming and blows his load in Matt's ass. Matt feels the warmth in his ass. Matt knows Bill just came inside him. Matt is so turned on that he cums in his hand and on the ground. Bill and Matt recover, pull their pants up, clean up a bit and kiss some more. They go back to the bar together. Alexander is mad. He knows they left together, but then when Matt and Bill say they just took a walk; Alexander calms down. Alexander says, "I guess if y'all had fucked you'd have to be total sluts to come back to the bar afterwards." All Alexander's friends laugh, as do Matt and Bill. When the bar is closing, it's clear that Bill and Matt want to hook up. Alexander tells them to have fun. Bill and Matt go back to Matt's apartment. As they are about to fuck again, Bill says "We already fucked bareback. Do we need to use a condom now?" Matt blushes and says, "I guess since you already came inside me, we can just fuck bareback." Bill says, "You mean you want me to breed you again?" Matt says, "What's breeding?" Bill says, "It's when the top cums inside the bottom without a condom." Matt says, "Yes I want you to breed me. That felt so amazing." Bill fucked Matt five more times that night and the next morning. Matt was begging for cum by the last time they fucked. Bill left for the airport the next day. Matt kept Bill's cum inside him and stayed in bed. Matt thought, "That was a great fuck but I can't believe I let another hookup fuck me bareback so easily. I really need to be better about this safe sex stuff."

My Dad and I used to fuck around. Yeah, my real Dad. But I thought we had moved past it, until he fucked me again over Christmas this year. It all started when I was younger and Mom went back to work full time In the evenings. Evidently this put a real crimp in my father's sex life, and so I ended up filling in. I mean, I had heard my parents having sex. A lot. My room was right next to theirs and sometimes they weren't quiet. You see, when I was growing-up, my family was very hippie liberal. Lots of nudity. Sex was discussed from an early age. I took occasional baths with my father, or sat and kept him company while he bathed. I also knew about his porn collection and would often sneak viewings of it after school. There were a lot of Playboy magazines, but also some real hard core stuff. Anyway, when Mom went back to work, Dad started masturbating in the evenings. I know as much because I could hear the porn videos and the faint squeaking of his bed. He also almost never closed his door all the way. Being curious, and a bit twisted I guess, I started sneaking out into the hallway and watching him. It was strangely erotic watching my own father masturbate and shoot his load. Erotic, but also shameful. I knew it was wrong, but I still got hard. Eventually he caught me spying. I figured he was going to go apeshit, but all he did was call me into his bedroom. "You might as well get comfortable and have a wank too," he told me. That's how it started. Every night we would watch porn and jack off together. But then one night he put his hands behind his head and told me he was tired and I should jack him off. And I did. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand. He came quickly and it ran down my hand. I was excited by and ashamed of what I had just done. But I didn't stop. Soon after it was "You know, I could sure go for a blowjob like in the videos." And again, I gave him what he wanted. I had already experimented by having given blowjobs to my cousin and my best friend and a couple of other guys, so I was good at it. Apparently my Dad noticed my skill and appreciated the fact. I still remember the first time I blew him and being rewarded with a mouthful of his saltiness, and the compliment "Damn, you're good at that!" After that I was his cock sucker. We rarely talked-- just got naked, watched the porn, and I would blow him. The whole time I was fairly conflicted about the arrangement. Here I was, horny, getting sex almost every night (when I didn't have late school functions or excessive homework). But the sex was with my Dad. Within a year or two, we transitioned to fucking. I don't really remember what prompted the change, but one night just as I was getting into sucking him he pulled me off saying "I wanna try something different tonight." With the porn playing, Dad had me get on all fours. He got out a tube of KY, smeared some on my hole, some more on his cock, and then started to push his dick into me. It hurt. A lot. It took a few tries and a lot more KY, but he managed to get all the way inside me. "Damn you are TIGHT!" I remember him saying. And then he started humping me. For me, this was a lot different than the blowjobs. Sucking Dad's dick was much less of a transgression in my eyes. I was just helping him masturbate with my mouth or something. But now I was being fucked, and that just seemed wrong. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading. It was something that a wife (my Mom) should be for-- not me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that I was in my parents' bed, letting my Dad have his way with my ass. I zoned out watching the big-titted woman on the video getting butt fucked as well. I remember wondering of she actually enjoyed it or not. Then Dad tensed up, an I knew he was cumming inside my ass. I also noticed that the fucking left me rock hard. While my father cleaned up, I jacked off, full of hot shame. We fucked a lot after that, not a lot of talking. And always from behind. Eventually I moved out of my parents' house. After that, divorces, jobs, his new girlfriends and marriages kept me safe from any repeat sessions. Until this past Christmas. He came to visit me for a couple days, alone. His newest girlfriend had to work so she couldn't make the trip. To be honest, the thought of us having sex again hadn't really even crossed my mind. I had come to terms with what we had done, and realized that he was probably responsible for my fetish for older 'daddies', but that was it. Besides, my Dad was around 60 by this time. Well, evidently the men in my family are always horny bastards. We had been drinking and watching football games when it was time for bed. I got him set up in his room and retired to mine. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when suddenly I felt him. It really startled me! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed. "I think you know" he said. And I did. I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass. Dad wanted sex, and as much as my adult self was repulsed by the idea (and truth be told, with him, at least at that moment), I knew I would relent. I would again give up my ass to Dad, even after all this time. I pulled off my boxers and started digging in my night stand for the necessary stuff. I lubed up my ass, then reached back and lubed up my father's cock. It was thick and heavy in my hand. And familiar. So much like my own cock now. I assumed the position, and took a hit of poppers. "Son, are those drugs?" he asked. "No, Dad, they're just poppers. They help me relax." Hrmph was all he said as he thrust into me. So many thoughts and feelings swirled in my mind while Dad used my ass for his pleasure. I was ashamed for what I was doing, of what I was allowing him to do, and also ashamed that my cock was hard and that the sensation of Dad's cock sliding in and out of me was such a turn on. It didn't take him long before he was wheezing and squirting his load into me, donating his sperm and his DNA as he had done decades earlier in creating me. When he was done, he pulled out and slunk back to his room for the night. And I was left to jack off in hot shame, turned on like the bottom cum whore that I am. The bottom cum whore that Dad had made.