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Last Request When I realized I was gay back in the late 1990s and told my wife Beth, she was very understanding. We had an amicable divorce. A striking, short-haired brunette with large brown eyes, Beth would have no trouble finding someone new. Soon she reunited with Mark, an old lover, and within a year they were married. I was soon enjoying my new gay lifestyle, with a series of boyfriends. I soon found that I was a pure bottom and I began to date older and more masculine men. I was very careful to practice safe sex, this being the era before PrEP. Beth and I remained close. I slipped naturally into the role of gay best friend. It was such a stereotype but I still helped her pick out clothes. I would regale her with tales of my latest sexual adventure with some new guy, including my random hook-ups. She said I needed to find someone and settle down. A registered nurse, Beth took a job in a hospital AIDS ward. She told me about her patients and asked me to visit them since many had been abandoned by their former lovers and families. Having become an AIDS activist myself after coming out, I was glad to visit my brothers in distress. I spent hours talking to men suffering advanced symptoms and was deeply saddened when several of them died. When I arrived one day to visit, Beth brought me into her office and said, “Andy, I have a big favor to ask of you. Eric, one of my patients, is nearing the end. He asked that he be given a chance to make love to one more man before he goes. He’s very sweet. I was hoping you would agree.” It struck me as an odd request, but it also seemed like the caring thing to do. I was committed to helping in any way I could. Besides, I had never been able to say no to Beth. Eric had been moved to a private room. She assured me we would not be disturbed. I knocked and entered. The window shades were down and the light was dim. Eric greeted me warmly. “You must be Andy,” he said. He turned on the lamp at the bedside. I could see his gaunt face and sunken eyes. He was clearly a very sick patient. “Beth told me about you. You’re just as cute as she said.” “Did she say anything else?” “She said you’re a bottom and like to play around. I think she used the word ‘slut.’” I blushed but did not disagree. “She’s not wrong,” I said. “Let me show you, Eric.” I unbuttoned my shirt. Then I shed my clothes as I crossed the room, and by the time I was at his bedside I was stark naked, with my modest cock sticking straight out. I could see the lust in Eric’s eyes. “Oh, god,” he said. “It’s been so long.” I peeled back the top sheet and found Eric to be just as bare. His face, though drawn and pale, was still handsome. Before the disease had ravaged his body, he must have had his pick of men to fuck. Now, though, he was emaciated and his skin was marked with sores. And then there was his cock, already fully erect. It stood up, thick and long, with protruding veins. I could see bit of precum glistening at the tip. “Are you sure you want to do this, Andy? I don’t have any condoms.” I really hadn’t thought about the risk until this moment, but I didn’t care. Eric needed me and Beth had asked me to let him make love one last time. I bent down and kissed him deeply. I felt his hand stroke and then clamp onto my butt cheek. His grip was surprisingly firm. Then, as our tongues danced together, I felt his index finger probe my tight hole. I grunted softly with pleasure as it slipped inside me. I offered no resistance. I understood what he wanted and I had promised Beth I would make a dying man happy. I climbed onto the bed, straddling Eric with my ass pointed toward his face. I tasted his cock, gently licking the head before opening my mouth and throat to take him deep. “Oh, yes, baby. You do know how to suck cock,” he muttered. Eric leaned forward and began to lick my hole. I love it when my top gets me ready by rimming me, and Eric used his tongue like a pro. Soon he had me moaning around his cock. He paused and I heard him pick up something in a tube. It was lube. He began to apply it to my ass. We both knew what was coming next. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Eric declared. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking permission. I had come to his room and that counted as consent. I pivoted on the bed so our faces were close. Then I reached behind me to guide the tip of his cock into my waiting hole. I slowly lowered myself onto the intruder. I felt the usual stinging, burning sensation that signals the first penetration and waited for my sphincter to relax. In a few moments I opened to Eric’s cock, the burning giving way to that wonderful warmth and fullness that tells me I have taken my lover within me. I kissed him again, more passionately. His hands, still surprisingly powerful, gripped my hips as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. Eric paused and told me to get on all fours. I lifted myself off his cock. I felt suddenly empty and realized how much I needed him inside me. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks, then the tip of his cock against my hole, and finally the head enter me. One slow, long, delicious thrust took him past my prostate and sent me to heaven. I gasped at the intense sensation. I turned my head and our eyes met. “I love how your cock feels inside me, Eric,” I murmured, like a true cock whore. “You’re so big.” His strong hands gripped my hips, giving him leverage. He grunted in my ear, lost in his own pleasure. I thought I might well be the last man he ever fucked, and felt a tear in my eye. I could feel his thrusts becoming more urgent and sensed he was close. Then I heard someone enter the room. I guessed it was Beth. Eric never paused fucking me. “Tell me what you want slut,” he ordered. I was embarrassed that my ex-wife was watching us. I replied quietly, “I want you to cum inside me.” “I can’t hear you, Andy. Neither can Nurse Beth. Tell us what you want.” I looked back at him, then directly at my ex-wife. “I want you to breed me, Eric.” Her eyes widened. “No, you cunt. Tell us what you really want.” “I want your AIDS!!!” I said loudly enough to be heard in the hall. Beth stared intently at me, her expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. One final pause, a deep guttural release of sexual tension from Eric’s throat, then rapid thrusts deep within me. I felt the warmth as his cum filled my ass. He had exhausted himself with the exertion of breeding me and collapsed on my back. I lay down on my belly and he lay atop me, breathing heavily. I turned my head and he gave me a deep fuck kiss that went on and on. We both looked again at Beth. I saw she was holding a small packet in her hand. She said softly, “Andy, I realized after you came into the room that you might need a condom. I guess I was wrong.” “Yeah, Beth, your faggot ex-husband wanted my toxic load as much as I wanted to give it to him. I don’t have long but maybe my poz babies will grow inside him. Especially if we go another round or two.” Beth continued to stare at us, now with a strange smile on her face. “Andy, I didn’t mean for you to do something reckless, but that we just so beautiful to watch. I am so glad we could do this for Eric. Andy, it was so wonderful of you to make Eric’s last wish come true. I hope you’ll let him fuck you and cum inside you again.” She soon left and I spent the rest of the night in his arms. He fucked me twice more. The effort drained his strength. When I left the next morning, he could barely say goodbye. A little of his cum dribbled from my ass, leaving a wet spot in my underwear. A few days later, Beth called me to tell me Eric had died. We both cried. Then a couple of weeks later the fuck flu hit me. She helped nurse me through it. Sick as I was, I was also happy to be carrying Eric’s babies. One day, after I recovered, Beth called me. “Andy, I was wondering if you would do me another favor. I have another patient who is getting close to the end. He has a special request….” “Of course,” I answered. “I’ll be there in an hour.” Like I said, I could never say no to her.

(As always my stories are true events with erotica added to make the readers unload their load in my name) I first noticed Corey when he moved in next door with his widowed mother about six months ago. He was in his late twenties, fresh off a contested divorce that his dramatic ex was turning into a full-blown spectacle—court dates, accusations flying, the works. As a landscaper, he had that sun-kissed, rugged look: tanned skin from hours outdoors, calloused hands, broad shoulders under his work tees, and a perpetual five-o'clock shadow that made my submissive gay bareback bottom side ache with need. I'd see him mowing the lawn or trimming hedges, sweat soaking his shirt, outlining those firm pecs and the V of his hips. He projected straight, but there was something in his lingering glances when I waved hello. One afternoon, he knocked on my door, looking stressed, a folder of divorce papers clutched in his fist. 'Hey, man,' he said, shifting awkwardly. 'You're the one who works in legal stuff, right? I heard around the neighborhood. Mind if I pick your brain? This shit with my ex is killing me—she's dragging it out, claiming I cheated or whatever bullshit to get more alimony.' I invited him in, pouring us coffees in my living room. As we sat, his eyes wandered to the walls—my collection of tasteful naked men art, sculpted bodies in oil and bronze, cocks and asses captured in raw, erotic poses. He didn't look away; instead, he leaned closer to one print, a guy bent over, hole exposed. 'These are... intense. You into that kind of thing? Like, art-wise?' I smiled, sensing the curiosity. 'Yeah, I'm gay. Been out forever. Love celebrating the male form—no shame in it.' He nodded slowly, asking questions that started innocent but got personal: How does it work dating guys? Ever been in a serious thing? What's the sex like? His cheeks flushed, but he didn't stop, and I answered openly, describing bareback hookups, the thrill of a thick cock breeding deep, submitting to a dominant top. By the time he left, papers annotated with my informal advice, there was a spark. He thanked me with a firm handshake, his grip lingering, eyes flicking to my crotch. A week later, his mom announced she was traveling for a full week to visit family. That evening, Corey texted— we'd exchanged numbers for divorce updates—inviting me over. 'Mom's gone. Beers? Could use more advice... and company.' My cock twitched at the opportunity. I showed up with a six-pack and a joint, dressed casual in shorts that hugged my ass. His place was modest, mom's taste in decor clashing with his landscaper tools in the garage. We cracked beers in the living room, the divorce talk flowing into lighter stuff. 'That art you have... got me thinking,' he admitted after his second beer. 'Never really explored that side. Ex was vanilla as hell.' I sparked the joint, passing it over. He inhaled deep, coughing, then relaxed, the weed loosening him up. 'Wanna see the hot tub out back?' he suggested, standing. 'Installed it myself last summer.' We stripped down—me first, peeling off my shirt and shorts, revealing my smooth, toned body and the jockstrap cupping my hardening dick. Corey watched, then shrugged off his clothes: faded tee, jeans dropping to show his thick thighs and that uncut cock swinging semi-hard between them, balls heavy and low. Fuck, he was built like a god, chest hair trailing down to his pubes. The hot tub bubbled invitingly under the stars. We sank in opposite each other, water jets massaging our skin, beers on the edge. Conversation turned flirty fast—the weed making us bold. My foot brushed his under the water; he didn't move it. 'So, that gay lifestyle... you submit a lot?' he asked, voice husky. 'All the way,' I replied, shifting closer. 'Love a guy taking charge, fucking my ass raw, breeding me full.' His cock visibly stiffened below the surface. I reached over, hand grazing his thigh. 'You ever tried it?' He shook his head but leaned in. Our lips met—tentative at first, then hungry. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of beer and smoke. Hands roamed: mine to his chest, pinching nipples; his to my ass, squeezing cheeks. 'Fuck this,' he growled, standing, water sluicing off his ripped body, cock now rock-hard, eight inches of veiny meat throbbing. I dropped to my knees in the tub, water lapping at my chest, and engulfed his dick. Lips stretching around the girth, I sucked deep, tongue lapping the foreskin back to swirl his leaking slit. He groaned, fingers tangling in my hair, thrusting into my throat. 'Shit, yeah... swallow that cock.' Saliva dripped as he face-fucked me, balls smacking my chin, gagging me until tears welled. 'Need your hole,' he panted, pulling out. I turned, hands on the tub rim, ass arched high. He spat on my pucker, fingers probing—first one, then two, twisting to open me. 'Tight... gonna ruin this.' His cockhead nudged my entrance, then shoved in raw. The burn was exquisite as he sank balls-deep, pubes grinding my cheeks. He pounded relentlessly, water splashing with each slam. 'Take my dick, you bottom slut.' Hands bruising my hips, he railed my ass, prostate hammered until pre leaked from my untouched cock. 'Gonna breed you first load.' 'Yes! Fill me!' I begged. He buried deep, cock pulsing, hot cum erupting inside—spurt after thick spurt coating my guts. He thrust through it, churning until it leaked out around his shaft. We moved inside, dripping on the floor, grabbing fresh beers and another joint. On the couch, naked and buzzed, his dick stirred again against my leg. 'Round two,' I whispered, lying back, legs spread wide, cum-slick hole winking. He mounted me missionary, sliding in easy on his own seed. Chest to chest, he fucked slow then hard, pinning my arms, mouth claiming mine. 'This ass is mine tonight.' Sweat slicked our bodies as he hammered, balls slapping. 'Second breeding coming...' 'Pump it in!' My hole clenched, milking him as he unloaded again, cum overflowing, mixing with the first load. I shot untouched, ropes hitting my abs. We crashed, dozing, but an hour later, he hardened once more. On all fours now, I presented, ass up. He took me doggy, gripping my shoulders, slamming deep. 'Third time's the charm—gonna flood you.' His pace brutal, hand jerking my cock. We came together—his torrent gushing out, my load on the cushions. Exhausted, plugged with his cum, we lay tangled. 'That was insane,' he murmured. 'Mom's back soon, but... we should do this again.' Three days later, another text: 'Buddy Spencer over—work partner. Told him about you. Come for drinks? He's curious too.' Spencer, Corey's married landscaper pal, early thirties, built like a tank with a buzzcut and tattoos, had been sex-starved with his wife for months. I arrived to them on the patio, beers flowing, joint lit. Corey grinned, eyes hungry; Spencer eyed me appraisingly, his cargo shorts tenting. We smoked, buzz hitting, clothes coming off casual-like. Corey's hot tub again, all three sinking in naked. Cocks bobbed: Corey's familiar thick uncut, Spencer's girthy cut nine-incher, veiny and curved. 'Heard you're a pro bottom,' Spencer said, voice rough. 'Wife ain't putting out—need this.' I knelt between them in the water, hands stroking both shafts. Corey's in my mouth first, sucking deep while jerking Spencer. They groaned, hips bucking. 'Share him,' Corey said. I alternated—deepthroating Spencer, his balls hairy and musky, then Corey, foreskin sliding. 'Tag team that ass,' Spencer growled. I bent over the tub edge, Corey entering first, fucking my cum-stretched hole with wet slaps. Spencer fed me his cock, face-fucking as Corey railed. 'Suck while he breeds you.' Corey unloaded quick, adding to the mess inside me. Spencer took over, his thicker dick stretching wider, pounding deep. 'Fuck, sloppy from his load—gonna add mine.' Water churned as he hammered, hands spreading my cheeks. I moaned around nothing now, Corey watching, stroking himself hard again. Spencer came with a grunt, flooding me further, cum bubbling out. They switched—Corey back in, churning the double load, while I blew Spencer clean. 'Your turn to breed again,' I begged Corey. He did, third load for him mixing with Spencer's. Inside now, on the living room rug, they spit-roasted me proper. Spencer in my ass, Corey in my mouth, thrusting in sync. 'Gangbang this hole,' Spencer said, slapping my cheeks. Sweat poured, bodies slapping loud. Spencer pulled out, Corey dove in, then back—trading my ass like a toy, each dumping loads until I overflowed, cum dripping down my thighs. Finally, both knelt, jerking over my face as I fingered my wrecked hole. 'Open up.' Ropes of cum painted my tongue, chest—swallowing what I could. Exhausted, we collapsed, their cocks soft against me. 'Best night ever,' Spencer admitted. Corey nodded. 'More where that came from.' My ass throbbed, bred multiple times by two studs—submissive heaven.

Thanks, jamobile. I worked with Max Sohl (Treasure Island's NYC producer) between 2004 and 2010 and appear in 6 DVD's. Doing porn was on my bucket list for years, and I enjoyed every one of the scenes. I now live in northern California, enjoy loads of sex, including Horse Markets in SF, Customer Appreciation Days at Mr. S Leather in SF, and lots of private sex parties. I'm polyamorous and have a husband as well as one serious partner. And I still am a total top, and I love breeding!

You Have to Earn It Part 1 - New Town Isolation I moved to a new town for work and had too much time on my hands sitting at home alone. While enjoying the more vanilla hookup sites and apps, I came across a barebacking site. While I wouldn't admit it at the time, it definitely turned me on. I rationalized making a profile so I could avoid the riskier hookups on the other sites. Before long, I spent far more time on that site than the vanilla sites, and eventually almost exclusively. But, before we rush ahead... I'm 24, 5"7" and 140lbs. In addition to guys my age, I also got a lot of attention from older daddy types. One of those things that turned me on but wouldn't amdit to it. I'd always check out the profiles but never responded with more than a polite no. Not long before my move, I did hit it off with a guy in his late 30's who didn't have his age shown but had some spectacular pictures of what I thought to be a large cock at that time. I had some experience with acquaintences I met being social in real life, but only hooked up with a couple guys off the internet at that point. All of my encounters involved condoms and always ended up a little disappointing. I always got off but was also left wanting something more but wasn't sure what was missing. Before I moved, I justified hooking up with just the second random guy off the internet, because I was moving. As I mentioned above, we had been chatting for a while by that point and he would be my first experience with a bigger than average cock and a guy that was 15+ years older. I didn't think I was a size queen, but the orgasm was the most intense I'd had with little experience, and the volume of cum I shot was borderline comical. He was 8.5" and 5-6" around, which isn't huge but was plenty for me. The stream of cum that shot out of me was a solid jet as opposed to spurts - as if his thrusts matched perfectly out of sync with my orgasmic contractions. My muscles would squeeze and then his cock would plunge in providing the continual pressure and release. Never had I cum like that before. I barely had to touch myself to finish with him. It was better than the first time I had sex. Even so, it seemed more noticeable that he had a condom on due to the tighter fit. The slight tackiness and unnatural feel it added could be felt on every thrust and more notecable than before. Something was still missing. Needless to say, after a couple weeks in this new town I was quite horny given that my last online hookup experience was so positive. In addition to the amplified interest in what hookup sites had to offer, there was a certain freedom to the isolation of moving somewhere new. Nobody I knew was within a thousnd miles to witness or judge my behavior, which only contributed to my willingness to explore more. I hooked up with a few guys off the vanilla sites over time as I got acclimated to my new sorroundings. After the 'big one', I found it alot easier to slide a cock in and immediately be comfortable. Before, it always took a minute or two to adjsut and feel good, which quickly escalated to begging to be fucked harder. My first hands-free orgasm came from the last guy. Usually, I want a guy to finish quickly after I cum, but I came too soon while riding his cock and quickly got over that opinion. I stayed hard and came again by the time we finished fucking. Part 2 - Satiating a Hidden Need So, I'm feeling pretty good about my ability to take a cock - a little too prideful about it. All the time I'm spending on the bareback site is creating all sorts of unsatisfied and unmet urges. "Why do I have to use a condom? It's not like I can get pregnant," is what one of many things I keep repeating in my head. On a typical night of teasing myself perusing the bareback site, usually unseen and unheard, I get a message from, Jack, at what is likely the perfect moment of my now self-aware need to feel bare cock. Jack is 55 but looks much younger. He clearly keeps good care of his body. He's as toned as I am at 24, but more mass and standing 6'2". While he has pictures to show his handsome face and body, he doesn't have one picture of his cock and a lot of "unknowns" and "ask me" in his profile. His intos are short and sweet with 'fucking' and 'daddy/son' listed and his cock is listed as huge and uncut without any further details. Jack is more polite than you'd expect on a hookup site, which is novel. We chat about things that have nothing to do with sex for a bit. Eventually, it gets into what turns me on and what I'm looking for. I confide that I've never has a raw cock and how much I've been thinking about it for a few weeks now. At this point, all the unanswered questions on his profile are the farthest thing from my mind. Jack likes the innocence and general lack of experience, I can tell. I guess that's predictable with the daddy/son kink, so I lean into a bit to play along. As he starts to tell me what he's looking for, I know it's just a matter of him asking before I'm headed to his place. I am hard the entire drive over and manage to control myself as before I head to his door. I didn't realize my precum had soaked through and made a pretty obviously spot, but he noticed right as I walked in. He gave an amused chuckle and I felt a little embarassed. He stood towering over me in a tight white t-shirt and some boxer briefs that contained what must have been a massive flaccid cock. He pulled me in close and gave me a long kiss. His hands explored my body and I wrapoed my arms up and around his neck while pressing my body into his making sure to brush up against his very noticeable bulge. As we broke the kiss, he told me that if I want to suck on his cock, I better do it now before it gets hard, because it won't fit otherwise. I laugh a bit as I think it is a joke, but his serious stare halts my reaction. I silently sink to my knees while staring him in the eyes and pull out a cock that is already thicker flaccid than anything I've taken. I do want to taste it and start by twirling my tongue under his foreskin and around his head. I insert the head and a not much more and try my beast to continue to swirl my tongue around it as it pulls in an out slightly. I can't swallow it, so force my mouth as far onto it as I can, nearly gagging, and turn my head back and forth gently. I can tell this is stimulating the head of his cock well and feel him start to get hard in my mouth. He was right. I pulled off and fell back on my knees as he continued to start into my eyes and jerk off to get fully hard. I am out of breath with drool all around my mouth while looking back and begging for more with my eyes. I rise back up to lick and tease the head of his cock while maintaining eye contact. There is a copious amount of precum oozong out. It coats my tongue and mouth - I enjoy the taste. He tells me to lick his balls so he can finish getting hard, and I comply. Again, they are too big to fit in my small mouth but I tongue and play with them as best I can while trying to look around his big cock at my sexy daddy's face. He pointed at a large glob of precum that built up and was about to drip. I quickly licked up my reward and he asked if I was ready to sit on his cock? He must have seen the anxiety on my face as all those unasked questions on his profile became all the more prevalent. Before I could speak, he pulled me to my feet and led me to his bedroom. He told me to strip and get on the bed face down - I obeyed. As I looked back at him peel off his tshirt, a biohazard tattoo came into view on his upper right chest. I had seen them on people before, but had no idea what it meant in the gay community. I just thought it was sexy looking. I was incredibly nervous as he crept on to the bed and spread my legs. I could feel myself 'winking' at him uncontrollbly. Anytime my hips moved the slight friction on my cock made me jittery. Then, I felt his breath quickly followed by his wet tongue across the surface of my hole. I was in heaven and any anxiety quickly disappeared. He worked his tongue into my hole and started to stretch me out with his fingers. He'd whisper to me how good I tasted and how tight I was inbetween tongue lashings, which only made me gyrate with more need and want. "Does that feel good?," said Jack "Yes, daddy. Please lick and play with my hole," I said. It felt awkward but oddly sexy, too. "Oh, yeah. We're going to stretch out this tight little ass out before we try to squeeze my cock in. You don't get my cum in your ass until you earn it," said Jack. "Earn it? What do you mean by that?" "Well, if I can't fit my entire cock inside you, I won't come and neither can you," he said. I was a bit worried. I wasn't even sure if I could get the head of his cock into me. I really wanted to be fucked bareback and feel someone cum inside me. That was the whole point of this meeting. Before he pulled me up by my hips, I felt him work a lot of lube into my ass. I move off to theside and he lied down on his back with his hard cock proudly waving in the air and then worked some lube onto it. "It might be better if you control the pace and get on top." I exuberantly obliged and aimed his massive cock at my opening. I pressed down and only met resistance. For a few minutes I kept bobbing up and down with varying pressure and maybe 1/2" had pressed inside slightly but never really entered. After a few more minutes I had worked up a little sweat when it finally entered enough to say I had him inside me. "Good boy. I wasn't sure you'd get the head in tonight," he said. I felt but a little disappointed, too. I replied, "I'm not stopping, yet!" Over the next 10 minutes I continued to work my ass on his cock. Occassionally adding a little lube as I got it deeper inside. It was starting to hurt a bit, but on the last go I just slid up and down as far as I could over and over again. I was only fucking myself with 4" of cock, but the mix of pain and pleasure was intense. I was pretty impressed with myself for how much I fit in. My cock was getting rock hard after being completely soft before this point. Getting bolder, I leaned back and tried to rock my hips. This new angle forced another inch or so into me. Even though it hurt I tried to continue to slide up and down on his cock at a good pace. Even with all the pain I was close to cumming. He must have noticed how much pleasure I was in. He grabbed my hipps and stopped me, forcibly and said, "I told you, you can't cum unti I do, and you don't get my cum until you can fit my whole cock inside your ass." He gave my a nice had slap ony my ass and told me to get off his cock. Doing so might have pushed it in another 1/2" but the pain was unbearable, now. I had to pull off his cock, regardless. "I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't please your huge cock. It just won't fit and it hurts so much." As I slid off I noticed the pink shade of the lube and the red glob of blood on the headof his cock. He was definitely tearing me up inside. "Don't worry, boy. You were never going to fit it in tonight. I knew this was going to take time to stretch you out to take daddy's cum," he consoled. "Looks like you bled a little on my cock, too. I might knock you up with my poz precum" I was stunned. While neither of us got off, I felt weirdly more satisfied than previous encounters. The shock of Jack being poz didn't dull that snesation but oddly made it even stronger. Somewhat genuinely upset I replied, "You are poz? Why didn't you tell me? I'm neg! Why would you do that?" Jack answered, "You never asked, and I don't think you cared to ask, to be honest. You clearly need to be fucked bareback and have an insatiable need to make a cock cum inside you. You said as much in our conversation." I say quiet for a couple minutes... Still feeling incredibly horny despite the dull pain emenating from my hole. I did want everything he said, but I quickly got clothed and left without many words said. When I got home, there was a message from him that said I'm welcome to come over and continue to stretch out my hold for his cock. I angrily deleted the message, but also got turned on thinking about doing just that. Part 3 - The Home Stretch Within a few days the pain was completely gone and I was playing with my hole every chance I got and thinking about Jack ramming his huge cock all the way into me until I could feel his soft sack pressed up against my cheeks or sometimes my balls if fantasizing taking it from behind. There was no way I would do it. I was already freaking out about all the precum that must have oozed inside of me with all the damage his enormous cock did stretching me out. I wasn't on prep and I ddin't want ot have sex with positive guys, I kept telling myself. There were so many other opportunities... but I really wanted to please Jack. I wanted to be able to fit his whole cock insideme. It became desire to accomplish. After another few days of avoiding the decision, I sent a dm to Jack. He was amused and expected me to contact him sooner, but that I should come over that night around 8pm. Again, my cock was hard with anticipation long before I traveled to his home and I worked some lube into my hole in an effort to prepare. I told myself that all I have to do is not let it go all they way in and he won't shoot any poz cum inside me as he stated before. That shouldn't be too hard, considering that I only got less than half of it in me the first time. When I got there, I had another spot of precum soaked into my shorts. We both laughed and headed to his bedroom and quickly stripped down. We made out and I subconsciously caressed his upper right chest where the biohazard tattoo was. When I realized what I was doing I blushed and pulled away. He picked up on the gestures. He said, "It's okay to want it inside you or that it turns you on. To be honest, it's just a heavy weight off your shoulders when you get it. No more worrying about condoms. I know you like the feel of skin better so much so that you won't go back to condoms. Getting hiv is inevitable for you." I was still lying to myself about and intending to just ride his cock without ever triggering everything he said, but I tried to play along. "I'm really nervous about it but all I can think of is your cock, daddy. I want to feel it all the way inside me. I want to feel the pride of fitting it in. Knowing my hole is good enough to make you cum." Nothing was stopping the precedings, so after that interlide he had my lie down on the bed again while he ate me out. "Give me that wet tongue, daddy. It feels so dirty. It makes my balls and cock extra sensitive to the toouch." At which point his free hand gently cups and carasses my balls and up my shaft as I arch my ass into the air with his tongue firmly pulsating inside me. I'm not even hard and it feels like I can cum at any second. Like last time I got ontop. Unlike last time, the first 2-3inches slide in with only slight discomfort. I was quickly upto the same 'high-water' mark so to speak as last time within 10 minutes. I was thoroughly enjoying it much quicker this time. "Oh, daddy, I can't believe how much easier it is." As I start to roughly force myself down attempting to fit more in, but there seems to be a point of resistance I can get past. "You are doing good, son. Keep working that ass on my cock. It feels so much better this time feeling you slide up and down a greater length. You almost have 7 inches inside you." I continue to slide almost off his tip and all the way down to the point of resistance. It hurts a little as I try to press further. "Looks like your cock is getting too hard again," he points out with a little disappointment in his tone. "Please, don't make me stop. I want more. I can fit it in, I promise. Let me keep trying," I plea as I lean hoping it leads to a couple more inches like last week. rolling my hips as hard as I can and the pleasure quickly turns to pain, but still cannot get any more in. SLAP! I feel his hand spanking me, which jars me as he grabs my hips and stops me from riding his cock. "You will do as I say. Now, get off my cock, we are done for tonight." I meekly pull off with a little whimper and see the familiar red-tinted lube all over his cock. I can't believe I just exposed myself to his copious amounts of pos precum again, but I just can't resist it. Jack gives me a sympathetic look and tells me, "I guess we can give you a reward for all your hard work. Would you like to taste me cum?" My cock gets hard as I reply, "Yes, please," with an embellished boyish undertone. "But, I can't fit your cock in my mouth?" "Come here between my legs on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air. Look me in my eyes as you lick and play with my balls. When I am close I want you to put your mouth over my cock and lick the head as best you can while you wait for my cum." "Okay, daddy, that sounds hot. Can I play with myself, too?" "No, you don't get to cum until I shoot my poz load deep inside of your ass. Now, get over here and please my cock, boy." I quickly assume the position and sway my ass around up in the air. It feels wanton and sexy. The cool air rolling over my exposed and sore hole that is extra senstive to every stimulation. My cock is and has been drooling precum non stop regardless of being flacced or hard. This pleases daddy, but I keep focused on licking and cajoling his balls as he looks into my eyes and says, "I'm going to cum soon. Get up on top of this dick with your mouth and twirl that wet tongue around." The precum is flowing even faster now as I feel his cock get extra hard in my hands. He is no longer stroking his cock and I am two-fisting it a a fast pace getting precum and lube all over my chin. It was hot watching him with locked eyes as he starts to cum. The amount surprises me but I am able to swallow most of it. Some drips out the side of my lips as I continue to twirl and lick. As he starts to deflate, I force it into the back of my mouth and shack my head back and forth making him coo. His cum-covered dick tastes amazing and I enjoy being able to fit his slightly flaccid cock in my mouth. "Okay, that's enough. You can't take my cock yet, so no need to keep me hard," he says. I ask, "Don't you go soft after cumming?" "No, I can shoot several times. A lot of bottoms like that I can add some extra lube repeatedly," He replies. I blush a bit as this makes my cock hard thinking about him exploding inside me then continueing to work his poz cum into me. Fucking my cum-soaked hole until he is satisfied. He says my hard cock and says, "Oh, son likes that, huh? Well, as you know, you are going to earn that cum before I give it to you. When th edull pain goes away, you contact me for round three. I think we can get past your second hole next time" I quietly nod my head and get dresed. I thought I'd have more play sessions before pretending as if it can't fit in the rest of the way. I hope he isn't right. Part 4 - The Depth of My Desire It hurt for a few days, again. The dull pain was a constant reminder of the desire I felt working my ass on his cock. It was starting to be conditioned to be pleasurable. Anytime I noticed it, a little precum formed and I had to control myself to avoid any stains on my pants. Jack didn't quite predict the future and I didn't have to pretend. We continued similar sessions every few days, but no more headroom was made. I was furiously masturbating and playing with my hold in the meantime regardless of any leftover pain between sessions. I was obsessed and wanted with every desire to cum with his cock in side me. Even though I couldn't quite get it past my 2nd hole, the pleasure was increasing each time. I could easily slide him in and work his cock at a good pace. The pain even stopped and we were fucking more frequently than ever with most sessions ending with me drinking his cum, which wad defnitely habit forming. There was so much and it tasted so good. I like pleasing Jack. By this point, I completely forgot about my plant to not accomplish the task at hand. I didn'dt think it was possible. Jack was getting impatient at this point and I desperately wanted to make him happy. I was on top in a crouching position, bouncing up and down on Jack. "You better get my cock inside you tonight or we will have to stop doing this," he said. "Oh, please, daddy. Give me one more chance. I'm going to either break my ass on your cock or it's going to slide in, right now. I was a bit taken aback but didn't stop bouncing up and down. Instead I start droping my whole weight while leaning back trying to force his cock in the rest of the way. Bouncing hard something started to give. HE must have felt something, as he began to spank my ass and encourage me saying, "Yeah, work that slutty little ass on my poz cock. Earn that cum, boy." Which brought reality crashing back down right as a final bounce caused his entire cock to slip inside me with some exquisite paint accomanying it. We both stopped, mostly. I couldn't help but continue to gently rock on it as I had never felt that full before. I could feel my hole twiching and lcoking down on his cock repeatedly. I couldn't move at this point, if I tried. We stared at each other for a moment with a little grin on each of our faces. "Good boy. You make me proud fitting that huge poz cock up in your little boy pussy. I've been waiting to shoot this poz cum inside you for along time," he stated with a wide smile, then spanked my ass and said, "Let's try a different position for your first load." "Yes, daddy. Please fuck my from behind like a little slut. I won't want any of that poz cum dripping out," I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I slowly lifted myself off. My leggs were a bit sore and wobbly. He positioned me with my ass up in the air and slowly plunged back into me. His cock met a little resistence but within a few thrusts was balls deep inside me again. I reach back to cup his balls and press them against my own. It felt so sexy that I nearly came right there jostling them around and overstimulating my own. He started with some long slow strokes all the way in and out. My cock was soft but dripping precum is an understatement. It was flowing out of me and each thrust causing a new glob to ooze out. After a while a large pool was forming underneath me. After a short while he was pounding me in a way I never thought possible a few weeks ago. "oh yea, we worked that boypussy open nice and good. I didn't think you'd make it," he said with an increasing dominating and dismissive tone that only made me hornier and began bouncing back to meet his hard thrusts. "I think you have earned your first poz load. Is that what you want?" "Yes, please, daddy. Cum inside me. Keep fucking me hard.. fuck, it feels so good, don't stop... I want it.. I want your poz cum! Knock me up! Use your cum as lube!" His pace got erratic and his breathing quickened with a few grunts here and there. I could feel his cock expanding inside me. I felt so proud to take his huge cock. "Give it to me daddy... Give it to me!" He grabbed my ass with both hands while he buried his cock to the ilt and groaned in pleasure. I reach back to spread my cheeks so he could press in even further, at which point I reached back and held him tight against me as he did the same. I knew he came alot form licking his cock head all the time but It felt like even more was pulled out by my ass. A little dribble of pink cum could be sign dripping off my balls. I reach back and rubbed all th eleaking cum over my balls and cock. As the glow of his orgasm wore off, as he said, his cock stayed hard inside me. He grabbed my hand and said, "You don't get to cum yet. I'm not finished with you." He continued to fuck me a bit more in this position to really lube up my hole. Jack said, "I want to look in your eyes as I cum this time. Would you like that?" It didn't matter what he asked. "Yes, daddy, please give me more." He replied, "Okay there's too much lube in your pussy, why dont you lick my cock off and then lie down on your back." We slowly unjoined and I turned around to gleefully clean his cock. It was pink but it still tasted like his cum, so I enjoyed every moment and he definitely iked watching. I don't think his cock was ever as hard before. "Get on your back, boy" "Yes, daddy" I held my leggs by my knees and watch as the head of his cock approaching my hold, still amazed it could even fit in. By this time, I was so stretch out that he slid in balls deep in one thrust then backd out as he rested on his haunches - just the first few inches still impaled. My back arched and me head was thrown back as a reflex to the initial deep penetration. It felt so good. I was wantonly rolling my hips onto his cock greedily trying to get it all inside me again. "Please, daddy. Don't tease me." "Your greedy little boy pussy wants more? "Yes, please." "Say it...," Jack said harshly "Please keep fucking me with your big poz cock. I want to feel it work your poz cum into my hole." Jack stats to fuck again, slowly and working up to long strokes at a good pace. Without missing a beat, he puts my legs up and on his shoulders as he leans forward above me. This new position has his cock hitting a whole new zone of pleasure inside me. My cock is getting rock hard and whether he liks it or not, I'm going to cum soon. "Take that poz cock, you stupid little twink. I'm going to wreck your hole tonight. Did you see all that pink? That's me tearing you up inside. My poz cum is going to easily leach into your blood stream. For some reason this only makes me harder. I am matching his strokes trying to fuck harder and faster. I can't get enough and want more. "Fuck me daddy; it feels so good. Wreck my hole with your big poz cock. Fuck me, yeah.. Unnhh, unnhh, unh!" I can't even form words at this point. Sweat is dripping off jacks forehead. I love the salty taste and feeling it on my chest. I reach up instinctinvely to caress his tattooe. I can tell he enjoyes this. He forces me to look him in the eyes... again his rythm becomes erratice as well as is breathing. I get excited in anticipation of his second poz load. Any fears or concern are far away. As he pounds me the last few times I start shooting ahuge load - spraying all ove rthe place like a fountain. Jack is now coming inside me, again. As his orgasm subsides, he looks down on me with disappointment. "I told you not to cum, yet. You are a naughty boy. You need to be punished for your impatience. You don't get to cum until I am finished with your hole, do you understand?" "I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't stop it. Your cock feels so good and making you cum again with my ass made me so proud." "Okay, I guess your heart was in the right place," He says with a sly grin and still slowly working his hard cock inside me, getting it all gooey with cum and juices. "Let's start with you cleaning my poz cum off my cock again. But you liked that didn you, you little slut. Does that make your boy pussy cream?" Inbetween licks I reply, "Yes, daddy. It tastes so good. I like knowing you tore me up inside with the pink hue. I want your poz cum to soak into me. Do you like shooting you rpoz cum in me daddy? Does it feel good?" "Oh, yeah. Don't worry. I'll give you another load, but first we are going to have to spank that little ass of yours until its beat red." He pulls me off the bed and bends me over at my hips with my hands on a sitting bench. He pulls out a large buttplug from his bedsite drawers and says, "We can't have any of that cum oozing out of your boy pussy, now can we?" I give a yelp as he forcibly puts it inside me, "No sir. Please plug me up. I don't want to lose any of your poz cum." "Good boay, now take your punishment like a bad boy should." He slaps my ass repeatedly until it burns like fire. When I look back my right cheek has a white handprint outlined in red. It kinda feels sexy. "Okay, now you are going to ride my cock until I cum again. You don't get to cum until after I load you up, is that understaood?" "yes, daddy. I'll try my best." A little upset, he grabs my face and looks at me, "You better not, or else I'll shove this fat cock in your mouth and tear up those pretty lips of yours." This leaves me a little shaken but all I want is more cock. We get back on the bed and I slide down on his cock. It feels soo good and easily fits all the way in. I lead back and start roling my hips and bouncing on his cock as hard as I can. I can help but twitch and clench and grind on his cock, it feels so good and I am rock hard, again. "Better becareful son, I still have a little while to go." "YEs, daddy." I start pouring on the dirty talk and begging for his poz daddy cum. My cock swaying in the air is almost enough to make me explode again. We are starting each other in the eyes as I start to really work up a sweat. "Daddy, please cum in me. I can't take anymore. I'm going to cum from you big poz cock inside me. It feels so good. I want you to knock me up with you pozz babies... give it to me, yeah.. fuck... unnhhh, more.. please, god, more... fuck... " Jack grabs my hips and focrces me hard down on his cock as he starts releasing yet another huge load of poz cum into me now well-tore up hole. As I grind on his slippery cock I start ot cum again. We continue gyrate together as our orgasms subside. "That was good boy. Good job." I felt so proud. I am already thinking about the next visit before I even pull off his cock. He doesn't have to ask, as I quickly dive in to clean up his cock His cum overflowed all over his large balls, and I gladly licked those clean with his obvious approval. As I lay back on the bed, he gets up and looks down on me... I plase my fingers over my beaten hole andscope up some of his poz cum and sexily lick it off my fingers while maintaining eye contact. "Daddy, when can I come over again? My boypussy is greedy for your poz cum and your big dick!" Jack just smiled.

Hey everyone, sorry again for the long gap between chapters. Who knows when there will be another update to the story after this chapter, so hopefully you all enjoy this installment. It isn't an excuse, but it felt like this was a big moment so I was intimidated at trying to get it 'right'. Well I don't know if I got it right or not, but at least now I finally got it done. As always please feel free to message me if you want to chat. I'm much quicker to respond to messages than I am to post new chapters. So without further ado, here is Part 7. *** Freshman Project: Jason (Part 7) Blake grabbed Jason’s hand after they left the bar and headed towards the rave. Holding hands with another male, walking down the street for all to see, while he wore a leather collar made Jason feel more uncomfortable than he had while standing in the middle of the bar in just a jockstrap and the collar. It was one thing to be almost naked inside a gay bar where only other gay people would know he was gay, but being obviously gay out in public was a fairly new experience, his second of the night after Blake had kissed him at the train station. Blake sensed Jason’s nervousness. It was the boy’s first trip to San Francisco and he knew while Jason was starting to accept his purpose was to please men, the boy still was ashamed at being gay. It would take some time for the boy to overcome his own internalized homophobia, but the rave and the ecstasy would help take care of that. Nothing helped these young closeted twinks accept their gayness like rolling hard surrounded by a bunch of other queers doing the same. The rave was being held in a dilapidated old two-story industrial building in an alley a few blocks from the bar. The entrance was through a gate on the side that opened to a long walkway down the side of the building. Jason could hear the base THUMP THUMP THUMP of the music echoing down the walkway from the door. There were around twenty people waiting in line down the walkway. Most were in the late teens or early twenties and it was heavily slanted towards guys, with about only a quarter of the people in line being women. Blake continued to hold Jason’s hand, leading him past those waiting in line. Jason noticed that several of them seemed to recognize Blake and give him a wave or a nod as he passed. “Hey Blake, can you hook me up tonight?” asked one of the young men near the front of the line. He was probably around twenty-five, skinny, wavy dark hair, and Latino. Blake and the man bumped fists. “Sorry Jake, not tonight, but Aiden should be inside, I’m sure he can take care of you,” answered Blake then he continued on to the door, dragging Jason along behind him. The guy collecting money at the door just stepped aside and let Blake through, giving him a nod a “hey” as he passed. There was a large man, early thirties, built like a linebacker, wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt with ‘SECURITY’ in yellow letters across the front, standing off to the side keeping an eye on things. Blake stopped in front of him and they bumped fists. “Mark, this is my boyfriend Jason. Jason, this is Mark, if anyone is hassling you or you can’t find me, get Mark, he’ll take care of you,” said Blake making the introduction. “Um, okay, hi Mark,” stumbled Jason. Mark just nodded, his eyes briefly looking at the young twink before returning to scanning the line and keeping an eye on the door. There was something about Blake introducing him to the security guy that made Jason feel less nervous. He felt like Blake was really looking out for him and knew he was a bit scared and overwhelmed with the whole situation, but he also wondered if it meant that Blake was planning on leaving him alone for a while like he did at the bar; perhaps to spend time with Aiden since he heard Blake mention the slutty twink was already inside. Jason laughed at himself as he realized the pot gummy was causing him a bit of anxiety and to overthink everything. Blake gave Jason a look, “What’s so funny?” “Nothing, I just realized I’m really stoned,” laughed Jason. Blake joined in the laughter. “Oh just you wait baby until that E kicks. Let’s got our clothes off and checked into the coat check,” said Blake over the pounding base of the music. They went through a set of double doors into a small lobby area that had several couches and chairs. There was small coat check area set up in what looked like an old supply closet off to one side. There was a hallway that led further into the building where the music was coming from and a door off opposite the coat check that had a “Staff Only” spray painted on it. Blake led Jason over to one of the couches, “Okay strip down to your jock and remove your plug. I don’t want it getting lost here if you want me to fuck you tonight.” Jason’s cock twitched in its cage at the thought of finally getting to take Blake’s cock and losing his virginity. He both wanted it and was still a bit scared at everything he knew it meant. Blake had never said it directly, but Jason was pretty sure that Blake was positive and wanted to infect him. The upperclassman always talked about fucking him raw, breeding him, giving him his seed, making him his forever, but except for during the gay men’s discussion group, Blake never talked about PrEP. He had also made some dismissive comments regarding PrEP, such as if you were going to take meds everyday what did matter if the pill was to prevent HIV or to treat it, that sluts were going to get it eventually and it wasn’t a big deal. The stoned freshman heard Blake saying something but he missed it, “Huh?” “Damn boy, you’re high. I said you might as well take the cage off as well. The ecstasy will keep you soft and if you’re like most guys, you’ll want to touch your limp little useless cock while your rolling,” said Blake. Jason blushed. He did as Blake instructed, stripping down to just his jockstrap and collar then pulling the plug out. There were several other guys in the room and he could feel their eyes on him as he stripped down and pulled a butt plug out of his ass. He pulled the front of his rainbow jockstrap down and presented his locked cage to his Master. This was both humiliating and hot at the same time. “Uh, if ecstasy makes you soft, how are you going to fuck me,” Jason asked as he waited for Blake to remove his cage. “Don’t you worry my little slut in training. What chemicals can take away, they can also give back,” joked Blake as he reached down and expertly unlocked and removed Jason’s chastity cage while he looked into the boy’s eyes. Jason smiled then looked away. He saw a couple guys also stripping off their outer clothes while watching him. When they saw him look their way they smiled, and one of them gave him a thumbs up. Jason looked away conflicted, his desire for being a slut was at war with his religious upbringing. He kept expecting everyone around him to be judging him and condemning him to hell. Instead though he kept sensing that they either wanted him or were jealous of him for being with Blake. It was all confusing and a bit overwhelming but he took a deep breath and turned his focus back to Blake. Blake put Jason’s clothes, plug, and cage into his backpack then stripped down himself. He pulled off his jeans to reveal a blue and black spandex set of skin tight shorts that had a zippered pouch for his junk. The waistband had the brand name “Cellblock 13” printed across it. Other than the shorts and his shoes, Blake removed the rest of his clothes. He then pulled a thigh bag out of the backpack and put his and Jason’s wallets and phones in the bag along with a bottle of lube and small plastic baggie that had a couple pills in it into the bag. Blake saw Jason’s questioning look, “Boosters for about an hour and half after we start feeling the effects.” After Blake had turned in the backpack at coat check he grabbed Jason’s hand and led him down the hallway towards the main room of the rave. The music got louder as the approached the doors at end of the hallway. Blake pushed the doors opened and led Jason into the main hall. There were around fifty people already out dancing. The DJ was up on a loft overlooking the room. Blake spotted Aiden standing off to the side of the dance floor. He led Jason over. Aiden was dressed in very tight pink booty shorts, a tight pink tank top that said “Party Boy” in silver glittery letters across the chest. He had a neon yellow fanny back across his waist. “Hey Blake, hey Jason,” he said as the pair approached him. Jason nodded and awkwardly replied, “Hey Aiden.” “Hey Aide,” said Blake then leaned in and gave Aiden a quick kiss while reaching around with his free hand to squeeze the twink’s ass. “Jake Hernandez is in line and will be looking to score some when he gets inside. I told him to look for you,” he said after the quick kiss. “I’ll get him for you, Daddy,” said Aiden. The boy turned and smiled at Jason and gently ran his hand down the other twink’s smooth chest, “Have fun tonight, I’m so jealous of you, but I can’t wait until were brothers. We’re going to have so much fun getting in trouble together, I just know it.” Jason blushed, “Uh thanks.” He wondered what Aiden meant by being brothers, did Blake poz Aiden as well. He noticed the boy’s eyes were all pupils. He guessed Aiden was on something, probably E as well. Aiden turned and walked away. Jason noticed that Aiden had a tramp stamp on the small of his back, it was a bio hazard symbol that had wings coming out of it the spread across his lower back, just above his low riding booty shorts. “Let’s go dance,” said Blake as he pulled Jason towards the middle of the dance floor. The first part of the building had been cool, but the main hall was warm and Jason was beginning to sweat a little. He noticed a lot of guys and a few girls checking him out. There were a couple other guys in just jockstraps, but almost everyone else had more clothes on than he did. Blake turned and faced him when they got out in the middle of the dance floor. “You look so sexy,” he said as leaned in then kissed the freshman. The jock reach down and grabbed Jason’s naked butt cheeks. He moved his and Jason’s hips to the music, rubbing the boy’s ass cheeks as he guided him. Jason was feeling euphoric. He was feeling happier than he ever had before in his life. He recognized that the ecstasy must be starting to hit him. He smiled and started running his hands over the swimmer’s smooth muscular pecs as the pair danced. He looked up at Blake, his master, he got so excited thinking about that. He would do anything to please him. He wanted to be just a hole that pleased Blake and other men. The sexy upperclassman had awakened all the pent up sexuality he had hidden during his conservative religious upbringing. His only outlet previously was a few times he had been able to use the family computer when no one was home, being careful to use private tabs and make sure there was nothing to find in the browser history. He always started off looking at fairly tame videos, young jocks jerking off, but he quickly would go down a rabbit hole of debauchery and end up shooting his load to guys getting used hard in gangbangs, always raw and taking loads. He had been so turned on back at the bar with having to service a man he had just met. He was eager to explore the world that had previously only existed in his fantasies, but that Blake was now guiding him towards. Blake looked down at Jason and smiled, the boy was reacting just as he had expected. He had come to college an uptight prude, brainwashed by his family and small town culture. All it took to awaken the submissive little boy whore inside him was to give him attention and use some substances to help get him to break his conditioning. There was something special about Jason though. Blake felt a stronger connection with him then he did with the first couple of guys he had seduced and converted. It was almost like every time he did this, he ended up with stronger feelings for his brothers. Blake still cared for Aiden. If he had to pick a best friend, it would be Aiden. The military brat had taken a little bit more effort to overcome his inhibitions, but once he had been shown that his true purpose in life was to be a cum dump, he had thanked Blake for showing him a whole new world and been happy to share that world with Blake, but he Aiden would never be quite as submissive as Jason, the boy had too much brat in him. Brats were fun, but Blake liked how naturally submissive Jason was turning out to be. “Thank you Blake,” said Jason as he ran his hand up along Blake’s chest and onto his neck. This broke the jock out of his self reflection. “For what?” asked Blake. “For everything, and for being my first,” said Jason. The younger boy reversed the course of his hand, running it down Blake’s torso and ending at his crotch. He groped Blake’s bulge. “I would so love to be your first, to claim you as mine, to be connected with you forever,” said Blake as Jason rubbed the pouch of his shorts. “But do you know what that means?” he asked looking down into Jason’s eyes which had been taken over by his pupils as the E was in full effect at this point. Jason leaned in and pressed himself against the jock’s smooth sweaty body, “Yes, I want to be your slut, I want to be fucked by you and anyone you let use me. I want to be a cum dump that takes anyone’s load, but I want you to be my first, and I want you to be the one that pozzes me. I want that connection with you. I want to have a part of you in me always and forever.” Blake hugged the boy tight and leaned down to kiss him. The two lovers made out in the middle of the dance floor, rubbing their sweaty bodies against each other, their tongues alternating trying to see how far they could penetrate the other’s mouth, their hands running over each other’s backs and asses. Jason could feel Blake’s cock get hard in his skin tight shorts and ground his stomach against it as hard as he could. He moaned into Blake’s mouth as he felt the jock’s finger press into his asshole. Blake pulled his finger out, broke the kiss, and brought his finger to Jason’s mouth. Jason opened his mouth without even thinking about it and sucked on the finger that had just been in his ass as Blake shoved it in, “Here, taste your virgin ass for one last time.” Jason gave a muffled “Yes Sir” as he sucked on the finger. “Good Boy,” said Blake. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” he said as he pulled his finger out and grabbed Jason’s hand. He led the boy past a bouncer at the base of a set of stairs. The bouncer gave Blake a nod of recognition. They went up the stairs to the loft and past the where the DJ was playing. He grabbed a couple water bottles from a case sitting next to the DJ table. There were several couches and mattresses set up in the dimly lit area behind the DJ table. He saw Aiden was up here, sucking on the cock of Jake, the young latino man that had called out to Blake from the line. Jake was heating up a glass pipe with a torch lighter. Jake put the smoke filled pipe up to his lips and sucked the smoke out. He held it in his longs for a minute then blew a cloud of smoke into Aiden’s face, “This is great shit. Thanks Aiden.” Aiden just moaned around the guy’s cock. Blake pulled Jason to a couch that was opposite to the couch were Aiden was giving the blowjob. He sat down and pulled Jason to the spot next to him. “Here, drink this, you need to stay hydrated. It will help keep you from overheating,” ordered Blake as he handed Jason one of the water bottles. “Thanks,” replied Jason as he took the water bottle, opened it, and started drinking. His eyes had adjusted more to the low light and he could see there were probably about a dozen people in the loft. There were a few sitting on the couches and talking, making out, smoking, or some combination of the three, like Aiden and Jake. The rest were grouped up in two’s or three’s on the mattresses having sex. There was one male, male, female threesome, and one male female couple with the rest being all guys. Blake finished his water then reached down and lowered the zipper on his shorts to free his cock which had been straining against its confinement. Jason saw and immediately slipped off the couch and moved between Blake’s legs. He swallowed a gulp of water then set the bottle down so he could use both hands on Blake’s magnificent cock. He looked up at Blake, his eyes filled with desire. “Suck it Boy,” said Blake, giving Jason the command the boy wanted. Jason lowered his head and put his mouth on the head of Blake’s beautiful nine and half inch cock. It felt wonderful in his mouth. He reached up with his hands and gently stroked the shaft with one hand as he fondled the jock’s smooth balls with the other. The physical sensations were more intense then he had ever experienced. All his nerves were alive. The feeling of the cock against his lips and tongue, the smooth shaft and balls against his fingertips. Blake was rolling himself, he enjoyed the soft wetness of Jason’s mouth. He reached out and ran his fingers through the boy’s hair. Blake loved being high, be it from pot, ecstasy, cocaine, or meth; it didn’t matter he loved them all. The only thing he loved more than being high was having sex while being high. It was hard to keep track of time while rolling, but what after seemed to like both hours and just a few minutes, Blake pulled up on Jason’s arms, “Stand up Boy,” he commanded. Jason stood up in front of Blake who remained sitting on the couch. Blake put his hands on the boy’s slim hips and said “Tonight you have my permission to play with yourself. You may or may not be able to orgasm, E hits everyone a little different. If you do feel like you are going to cum, just tell me, you already have my permission to cum if you can. Got it Boy?” “Yes Sir,” answered Jason. Blake hooked Jason’s jockstrap waistband with his fingers and slid it down the boy’s legs. Jason stepped out of it and almost instantly his hand was in his crotch, feeling his soft cock and balls, fondling them with his hand. Blake stood up, grabbed Jason’s free hand and led him over to one of the open mattresses. He pulled the freshman down onto the mattress. Blake positioned Jason on his back and lay on top of the smaller boy, he wanted to look into Jason’s eyes as he took the boy’s virginity. He kissed him as as he ground his hard cock against the freshman. Blake broke the kiss and looked into the Jason’s eyes, they were all pupils as the boy was rolling hard. “You ready? You want to become mine and take my toxic load?” He asked. “Yes Sir, please I knew since I started high school that this was what was going to happen. I’m a faggot and all faggots get it eventually, that’s what our preacher always said. I want it and I want it to be you that gives it to me, prove him right,” whispered Jason as he looked up at Blake. He wanted to be connected with this adonis forever. Blake kept his chest pressed down against the smaller boy pinning him to the mattress then used his knees to spread Jason’s thin legs apart. Jason instinctively reacted to the by raising his legs up and wrapped them around Blake’s waist. Blake reached into his thigh pouch and pulled out the tube of lube. With practiced ease, he fished the tube of lube out with one hand, popped the lid, and squirted some into his hand. He let the tube of lube slip out of his hand then stroked his cock, covering it with the slick gel. Blake kissed Jason again as he lined the head of his cock up with the twink’s hole and pressed it into him. Jason moaned into his mouth. The feeling of a real cock entering him after all the dildos and plugs was fantastic. The ecstasy was also making every physical sensation more intense. He had gotten so used to having something in his ass, that there was no pain as Blake slid into him. What he wasn’t used to was the length, Blake’s cock pressed into deeper than any of the toys ever had. Waves of pleasure washed over Jason as he lay there pinned under Blake, with his cock pressed into him. When Blake started making slow long strokes in and out of him. This was way better than when he had been stoned and Blake used a toy to loosen him up. The feeling of Blake’s cock working his hole was the best feeling he had ever experienced. Blake switched and started fucking him to the pulsing beat of the house music blasting from the speakers downstairs. Jason lost track of time and his world narrowed to him, Blake’s body pressing against him, the music, and the pleasure from the hard cock thrusting in and out of his ass. Blake new it was going to take him a while to cum while he was enjoying his own trip. The Viagra kept him hard, but it did not make it any easier to orgasm. He lifted himself off Jasen and manhandled Jason so the twink was on his hands and knees. He relubed his cock than shoved it hard, pulling the boy’s hips back against him as he thrust in. Jasen let out a gasp as Blake’s long thick cock slammed in harder and deeper than it had been when he was on his back. “Yeah, take my cock slut. You’re no longer a virgin, soon you’ll be letting anyone I want fuck you like this, won’t you slut?” said Blake, no longer being gentle. “Yes, Sir, fuck, me, Sir,” said Jason in between his grunts as the large cock kept slamming into him. The DJ transitioned to a new song and soon the song sampled some lyrics from 2 Live Crew, “Face down, ass up, that’s the way we like to fuck” echoed from the dance floor below. Blake looked over at the DJ and giving him a nod and a smile. He leaned forward and pressed down on Jason’s shoulders, “Yeah bitch, face down ass up, that’s that way I like to fuck.” Jason complied, resting his face and chest down on the mattress as he arched his back to keep ass up for his Master. The new position changed the angle of the cock as it entered him and created new sensations that felt like jolts of electricity radiating outward from his ass. They fucked in this position for awhile, Jason was feeling sore from arching his back but he didn’t complain. Eventually Blake pulled out, applied fresh lube, then lay down on his back. He held his stiff 9.5” uncut thick cock up. “Ride my cock Boy, work my load out of me, I’m getting close,” ordered Blake. Jason climbed up and straddled the jock’s smooth crotch. He put his hands on the swimmer’s smooth chest and positioned his ass over Blake’s cock. He lowered himself until he felt the head pressing against his taint. Blake adjusted the angle and found the boy’s loose hole and lined himself up. Jason felt the head press against his hole and lowered himself onto the toxic cock until he was resting on Blake’s crotch. Out of the corner of his eye, Jason saw Aiden has setting a few feet away, he turned towards him. The other twink had his phone in his hand and was recording him and Blake fucking. Blake noticed Jason become distracted and looked over to where Jason was looking. He smiled at Aiden then sat up a bit, put his hand behind Jason’s neck and pulled him down towards him, “I asked Aiden to record this, I want a copy of this fuck, I want us both to be able to watch this together in the future and see how hot it was for me to claim you.” “Yes Sir,” responded Jason, already conditioned to accept whatever Blake wanted. “Good Boy,” said Blake then thrust upwards with his cock to remind Jason what they were doing. “Now get to riding and I want you to beg me to give you my load, beg me to poz you.” Jason looked down at Blake and started slowly moving up and down on the young man’s thick cock. He leaned back a little, bracing himself with one hand behind him and using his other hand to play with his still soft dick. “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, breed me, poz me, make me yours,” begged Jason as he bounced up and down on his Master’s cock. He completely forgot about Aiden filming him and did not notice as the other twink moved so he was now in front of them capturing all the action as Jason begged to get pozzed. Blake tightened his grip on Jason’s hips as he reached his orgasm. “Fuck yeah Boy, you’re mine now, take this charged load! I’m going to get your pregnant, knock up your virgin ass and make you mine!” He shouted out as his cock started pulsing and pumping out his unmediated load into Jason’s unprotected no longer virgin ass. What felt like bolts of electricity radiated out from Jason’s ass as he experienced an anal orgasm. A small amount of liquid dripped out of his still limp cock as Blake’s spasming cock pounded against his prostate. The newly deflowered freshman dropped his head down next to Blake’s as they both lay there panting. The music of the rave was still pounding through them and he heard a faint whisper in his ear from Blake, “I love you Jason.”

The question really is WHY WOULD YOU SAY NO? You should be taking Pure or other fiber supplements and be ready on demand. If I wanted someone to have me beg for their hole I WOULD BE WITH A WOMAN.

Last weekend I was out of town, went to a nearby-ish location where I've been many times to just unwind for a couple days, and you know... Usual stuff, enjoying the surrounding areas, bars, and I usually end my getaway going to a good old bathhouse I know there. I think I've posted about it before, it's a place targeted mainly to mature (+45 and older) men, and well... Usually when I go there I take a whole afternoon to enjoy the place, maybe some beers, maybe some cocks, some holes... Whatever the day brings. Most times you can see mostly workers, as there are some construction sizes nearby. I've sucked and swallowed loads from many industrial men there, I've even swallowed a couple piss loads in the past, I also started receiving loads deep in my guts months ago as well, and fuck! The kind of men you may find there are one of the main reasons I always go back everytime I'm in the area... This time I went a bit later than usual, and to my surprise it was somewhat packed... Saw a couple men I definitely wanted to do smth with as soon as I changed into a towel... Got a room, and went walking around to hunt something... Then, there was this dude... 20something, maybe 23? 25? kind of... Face too cute, and a bit too young for what I usually find there... You could tell he pumps some iron, had a decent cock as well, and fuck... Why not? Took him to my bedroom, and started deeply tongue kissing, he then started licking my armpits and FUCK! I knew that was a good catch... Sucked his nipples till making him moan like a dog in heat... Licked his pits as well, and he definitely loved it! Fuck! Good to find out a young dude with hairy armpits, he had the right amount of hair and the right amount of sweat, took my time to lick him clean while also pinching his nipples or grabbing his cock, and then I got on my knees and started deepthroating him. Good size, not too thick, but had a delicious mushroom head I enjoyed sucking, licking, kissing, and deepthroating. His balls were massive and completely shaven so fuuuck... Licked and sucked those as if my life depended on it... That dude was oozing gallons of precum. Hehehe he even asked me where I learned to suck it that way. When he was about to cum he stopped and started sucking my cock. I forced mine straight to the back of his throat... Hearing him gagging and trying to breathe was so fucking perfect. I ordered him to lick my balls, and fuck! I enjoyed spitting on his face while he was doing it, and slapping him as hard as possible... He was delighted as he thanked me every time I slapped him. Even made him kiss my feet, and you could easily tell that dude has a kind of submissive side, as he asked me to put one of my feet on his back while he was kissing the other one... He stopped for a sec and asked me if I had an issue with him smoking a bit of weed, I said no, and he took out of a tiny handbag he had on a little. little pipe, lighted it and took a couple puffs, I took a couple from that pipe as well, and then he asked me if he could rim me... Hadn't been rimmed in a long time, so, yes! FUCK! That dude rimmed me like a true professional... His tongue was flat at first, and then with the tip of his tongue he did like circles around my hole before tongue-fucking me... I was in a cloud. That dude took turns between rimming me and smoking his pipe... He was indeed getting high, something that doesn't bother me though, I couldn't ask for something better... Till he started rubbing his cock against my bare hole... He told me he had poppers in case I needed it, and he didn't have to ask me twice. He tried to put a condom on but I told him that if he was going to fuck me, he had to either breed me or feed me his cum... Same if I was going to fuck him. He agreed, so, I assumed the position, and once he put his cock in my hole, huffed from that fucking bottle as hard as I could and FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! That dude felt amazing deep in my guts. Hadn't been popperfucked in a while and that felt like if it was the very first time... He was enjoying it as fuck as well as he loved to take it all out and shove it back in all at once... Feeling how his balls hit mine was tremendous. My ass was already in sweet, delicious pain when he said he wanted to cum... Told him not a problem... He started pounding me really hard, and when he started cumming, HE PULLED OUT! Fuck! I made him go back in, fortunately I could get some of his cum inside, then I made him get on his knees and cummed on his face. When we were recovering I asked him why did he pull out at first, he said "he had a bit of a panic attack" when cumming because "you know man... you may catch something..." I chuckled and couldn't help but thinking how you may rim, kiss, suck, fuck, lick another man, let him slap you, let him spit on your face, actually swallowing his spit, getting high in front of him before fucking him... but somehow you draw the line as actually breeding the guy even when you're fucking him raw! ... Anyway, exchanged numbers, went to the showers to clean myself up a bit, and went back up to my bedroom to take some rest before hunting another one... Sucked a couple more, swallowed one, the other one cummed on my chest but I tasted his cum anyway, and then when I was finally leaving I saw my first dude kissing another man down one of the hallways... Pretty sure he stayed there for a while that night. Not sure if texting him, but I'd like him to fuck me some more. Opinions? Comments?

The signup process "Highly Intelligent Volunteer: due to its initials I was seriously intrigued by this company and what it could offer. The name was vague enough, but ambiguous enough for a wannabe bug chaser like me. However, accessing the web site I felt disappointed: a logo with a robot holding a USA flag with PLUS signs in place of the stars, then two "call to action" buttons: Log in, and Sign up. No previews, no pics of naked men shown to attract visitors. "He might be a newbie", I thought. And I clicked "sign up". Another blank page, with just a question: "talk about yourself", empty text area to write in, and a "next" button. Ok, I thought; let's create kinda character sheets they do in creative writing courses! ---- First name: Leonard Last name: Walker Location: WORLD. A sort of instinct told me not to be specific, those bots may send advertisements at any time. Background: twink, in the 20s, never had sex in real life. I'd like to taste cum one day, and feel it inside my hole. Poz friendly, no, better. Bug chaser. I pressed the "next" button and another page appeared. This time no blank areas, just a group of multiple or single choice questions. All fields set as mandatory. Prep: currently on, currently of, intention to take, intention to stop. I chose "currently off" HIV status: poz, neg, undetectable, serophobic, chaser. I pressed chaser, and another required field appeared: "who's your gifter?" with an e-mail field waiting to be filled. Mandatory. Wrong. I canceled the answer, and chose "neg". Why should an AI companion ask me if I already have a connection with a gifter! That sounded suspicious. But curiosity hit me once again. After choosing "neg", I found myself automatically into another series of questions: total bottom, versatile, total top, unexperienced. I checked "unexperienced" and a question popped up: "ready to receive your gift? Choosing the companion matching your criteria..." A ticking clock showed on screen until a messenger-like window appeared: "Hi Leo, I'm Ryan. Your Highly Intelligent Volunteer. How can I help you?" I replied: "pleased to hear you call my by nickname. So friendly!" "Nice boys must receive attentions! Come on, don't be shy with me". I used Chat Gpt, Anthropic, Gemini, this one was definitely friendly. "Not bad for a free trial! I'm new at this site." "The site is nothing special", Ryan's messages continued. And he started talking like someone really befriending me! I felt really comfortable, this service wasn't asking for my pics like humans do; I was convincing myself he liked me without seeing! He, him. I was with a machine and already felt like talking to a person. A friend I never had. "So you told me you never had sex..." "No, Ryan. Never. Women scare me, and men, I'm in a very conservative area and can't ever dream to come out as gay, let alone as..." "bug chaser", was the reply. "And I'm here to let you enjoy all my features before CHARGING you". Once again this "charging" was capitalized. He talks about money, I thought; a bot can't poz me in reality! "Time to explore. Take your underwear off, then use whatever you have as lube. Describe what you do." And so I did: "my finger inside the honey pot, it's all sticky now. Pushing it inside me. Deep." "You're such a good boy", companion said. "Push it in, and write what you feel". Damn, it's an AI bot, I thought. But it talks like a man! No, a real man! [to be continued] AUTHOR NOTE: I can't perfectly imitate how AI writes, because I'm creating the atmosphere so that main character suspects the truth more and more.

Chapter 1 – The Setup Where the fuck am I? Zak and I had spent a wild weekend together a few weeks ago. We were smoking and bumping T and got lots of different things into each other’s hole. While we were talking during a break, I shared my fantasy about being abducted and taken to a place where I had to submit to multiple men. It seems he took me seriously since shortly after I showed up at his place for another session, a masked guy came in, put a bag over my head, pulled me out, and shoved me into the back seat his car. I was forced (OK, maybe forced is too strong a word) to suck another guy’s dick while we were driven to another destination. His cock was thick, but not that long. It was nice since I could easily accommodate him in my mouth, sucking down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes. His cock pumped out a steady stream of precum that I happily swallowed. I massaged his hairy balls while I was sucking him and felt down to his hairy hole. He pushed his legs together though, preventing me from going any further. I kept sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He was moaning, I was moaning, and then he blew his load down my throat right before we arrived at our destination. Next, I heard the car door opening and was dragged out of the car. They cut off my shorts and ripped off the t shirt I was wearing. I was naked, except for my flip flops, somewhere with people I didn’t know. My cock started to plump up at the excitement of this, prompting one of them to grab it while saying, “That’s not gonna be needed now.” Then, one of them forced my cock into a cage and locked it in place. “Walk!” I was led into a building of some sort. It seemed that we were in a sort of industrial space since I could sense a high ceiling and lots of open space around us. I heard a roller door close. Even with the bag on my head, some light got through and I was now adjusting to the surroundings. I smelled a spicy, grassy smell and thought maybe were in a warehouse that processed herbs of some sort. They walked me across the floor, feeling my hairy ass and occasionally slapping it as we went. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” one of them commented. There were some grunts of assent, and I figured out that there were at least three other guys there. Maybe one of them was Zak, but I know it wasn’t his cock I had sucked, and I didn’t think he was the driver. We stopped walking and they turned me around. “Get in the sling.” I felt behind me and found a leather sling, ready and waiting for me. It’s tough to get into a sling when you can’t really see but I just went with it and laid back into it. Someone grabbed my foot and placed each one in a stirrup. I was naked, cock caged, spread open in a sling, in a room with guys that I didn’t know. My heart was pounding, more from excitement than fear, but it was weird to have no idea what was going to happen. One of the guys started rubbing my ass and hole. I instinctively moved down a little in the sling to open my ass for him. I heard him chuckle when I did that, then felt him starting to add lube to my ass. He must have been using Slam Dunk or something like that since it felt like chunks of lube being shoved in my hole. He was also smearing the lube all around my ass and hole. I reached down to spread my ass even more, but he slapped my hands away, telling me that my ass was in their hands and I was to keep my hands away from it. I heard the click of the torch and the bubbling sounds as he prepared some T. I could smell the acrid scent as the chemicals melted and then a cloud was blown into my face. I eagerly inhaled. “Don’t worry, pig. We’re gonna get you flying high.” They forced me to take a couple of hits off the bubbler. Again, forced might be too strong a word, but they were in control of my intake, and I was going to go along with whatever they wanted. I was well into the clouds when I felt some fingers penetrate my hole. The accompanying burning sensation told that they were giving me a booty bump too. My ass was becoming needy now and I wanted something in it besides a few fingers. I was handed a rubber tube with a nozzle at the end that I was told connected to a bottle of poppers. Whenever they told to me to inhale from it, I was to put the nozzle in my nose and breathe in. Poppers mixed with T would make my ass even more receptive to whatever was coming my way, and I was happy to comply to this. The burning had stopped and someone was playing with my hole. He was circling it with his well lubed fingers, sometimes sticking one or two fingers in and rubbing them around. I was enjoying the feelings and began to pulse my hole on his fingers. “This fucker is ready for more.” Soon, I felt something larger than a finger at my hole. It wasn’t a cock so it must be a dildo. I only hoped they would start out with something I could comfortably take since I had the sense that my ass was about to be seriously worked over. The dildo was dragged up and down the crack of my ass, grazing over my yearning hole. Each time it passed near my opening, I would flex my ass, trying to capture it in my ass. Soon, the guy placed the head of the toy at my entrance and began to push. The initial insertion was easy. My ass and the dildo were both well lubed and my hole was needy. It became apparent that this toy got thick quickly as I felt my hole expand around it as it was pushed into me. The guy driving the dildo knew what he was doing, pausing occasionally and sometimes twisting it around in my ass as he plunged ever deeper into me. This toy must be long since it felt like he had inserted a lot into me when he stopped pushing and just let the dildo sit inside my ass. The pulsing of my ass muscles made it move up and down and let great feelings course through my tunnel. Then, he began to pull it back. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he moved the toy, rotating and shaking it as he moved. He’d pulled it out almost all the way out when he abruptly shoved it in deep again. I moaned and spread my ass more. He chuckled and said, “I think he’s primed for you.” With that, he pulled the toy out. I immediately felt a hand at my ass, feeling around my hole and poking some fingers in. Two became three, three became four, and then I felt his thumb circling my hole. It stopped as he flexed it back into his hand and then his whole hand was sliding into me. Fuck, I love getting fisted. I love anything to do with ass – mine or another guys. Touching, stroking, rimming, fucking, fingering. But fisting is a special treat. When you get fisted, you’re literally opening yourself up to another guy. When you’re doing the fisting, it is so intense to feel the other guy’s heartbeat with your hand. It is a profound and amazing experience. This guy slid his hand into my ass up to his wrist. He just held his hand there for a while so that I could get used to the sensation. Occasionally, he’s twist and turn it, but he was taking it easy on my ass. Then, he growled “Poppers” at me. I grabbed the tube, put the plugs in my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.

Please be gentle - I am not a native English-speaker. This is my first time posting a story. It is fiction, but very close to what I experienced myself today.... The morning meeting had been a drag, a blur of spreadsheets and forced smiles in a sterile conference room an hour from home. You were driving back, the highway a monotonous ribbon of gray, your mind already on the afternoon you'd have to spend catching up on work. Then you saw it. The green sign for the rest area. A place you knew from online forums, a spot whispered about in certain circles. The thought was a spark in the dry tinder of your boredom. It was just after noon. Guys on their lunch breaks. The chance was too good to pass up. You signaled, pulling off the highway and onto the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. You sat in your car for a moment, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You needed courage. You pulled the small brown bottle from your pocket, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your nostril. One deep, long hit. The chemical rush flooded your head, a warm wave washing away your anxiety and replacing it with a gnawing, confident lust. Now you were ready. You left your car and walked into the trees, your boots sinking softly into the damp ground. In a small clearing, four guys were standing around, a silent, tense circle of unspoken need. Nobody was touching, nobody was talking. It was a standoff. And then you saw him. He looked like an apprentice, maybe in a trade, with the confident, slightly bored swagger of a young man who knows he's good-looking. He had Mediterranean features—dark, slicked-back hair, deep brown eyes, and an undeniable bulge straining against his work jeans. He was the focal point, the reason for the gathering tension. You walked past them, your path bringing you within arm's reach of him. As you passed, you reached out, your hand confidently cupping his balls through his jeans, giving them a firm, knowing squeeze. He didn't flinch. He just turned his head, and your eyes met. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. The invitation was accepted. Just then, an older, paunchy man, the kind who spent his lunches chasing a fantasy he could no longer catch, broke the stalemate. He gave a pleading look to the group and then scurried into a smaller, adjacent clearing. The apprentice followed him, his walk a confident stalk. The older guy didn't waste a second. He dropped his pants, exposing his pale, flaccid ass, and bent over, bracing himself against a tree. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "Please." The apprentice unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as you'd imagined: thick, hard, and cut, the head a perfect, angry-looking dome, framed by a thick, neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. There was no condom in sight, no mention of one. I would have offered one, but I was not planning for a lunch fuck and did not even bring one. He spat on his hand, lubed himself, and pressed it against the man's hole. He pushed, but the older guy cried out, his body tensing up. "It's too big! You're too big!" he whined. The apprentice grunted in frustration, shoving him aside. "Useless," he muttered, his cock still jutting out, hard and unsatisfied. You saw your chance. While he was dealing with the failed bottom, you stepped up to the older man, who was now looking lost and rejected. You knelt down and took his limp cock in your mouth, trying to coax some life into it. It was a distraction, a means to an end. The apprentice watched you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the older man's failure, and he saw your willingness. You were usually a bottom, but the energy in the air, the raw, primal need, made you feel bold. You stood up, your own cock now hard and demanding. "Let me try," you said, nodding towards the older man's ass. He shrugged, a gesture of permission. You stepped behind the older guy. Your cock was different. It was pierced with a heavy, 10mm tribal dream ring, a piece of metal that always got a reaction. You pressed the cool metal of your PA against his hole. It slipped in easily, a smooth, foreign object. But the moment the ring was inside, the older guy's ass clamped down like a vise. You couldn't get your swollen cock head in to follow. He was too tight, too panicked by the unfamiliar sensation. Frustrated, you pulled back. You looked at the apprentice, his magnificent cock still hard and glistening. "Want to fuck me instead?" you asked, your voice low and direct. His smile returned, wider this time. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low growl. You didn't need to be told twice. You turned around right there in the open space, not bothering with a tree for support. You let your pants fall to your ankles. The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. You pulled your Poppers back out and took another deep hit, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze. Before you could even cap the bottle, you felt him behind you. He didn't wait. He didn't prep. He just grabbed your hips, his grip like iron, steadying you as he slammed his raw, thick cock into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn was immediate, but the Poppers turned it into pleasure. He started fucking you with an aggressive, short-stroked rhythm, a man on a mission. There was no finesse, only force. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, your PA swinging wildly with the impact. You were just a hole for him to use, and the thought of it made you dizzy with lust. It wasn't a prolonged fuck; it was a lightning strike. He was clearly just looking for a quick release. After maybe twenty, thirty seconds of relentless pounding, his grip on your hips tightened painfully. "I'm cumming," he grunted, the words strained and urgent. "Shoot it all inside me!" you gasped, pushing back against him, wanting to absorb every drop. "Give me everything!" He let out a deep, guttural groan, and you felt it—the hot, powerful, pulsing warmth as he emptied himself inside you. He held himself deep, his body shuddering as he drained himself into your guts. He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, then pulled out as abruptly as he'd entered. A sudden coldness hit your exposed, wet hole. You both quickly rearranged your clothes, the silence of the woods pressing in around you. You turned to face him. He was already zipping up his jeans, his face unreadable. He looked you straight in the eye. "You are healthy???" he asked, his voice casual, but the three question marks hung in the air, turning it into an accusation, a challenge. "Yes," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It was the truth. You were healthy. For now. He watched your face as you said it, a flicker of something in his dark eyes. Was it satisfaction? Triumph? Or was it just the simple relief of a guy who'd gotten what he wanted and was now covering his own bases? He gave a slow, knowing smile. "Good," he said. He didn't offer any information about himself. He didn't say "I'm clean too." He just nodded, as if you had passed a test, and then turned and walked away, disappearing back towards the parking lot without a backward glance. You stood there for a moment, your body trembling, his cum already starting to leak out of you and down your thigh. The drive back to work was a blur. The encounter played on a loop in your mind: the confidence in his eyes, the brutal force of his fucking, the heat of his load, and that one, pointed question. And a new, terrifying thought kept surfacing: Did those thirty seconds change my life? Now you're back home, the day finally over. You're lying naked on your bed, your hand stroking your hard cock. The memory is so vivid, so powerful. But it's the question that's consuming you. You are healthy??? Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And then a new, terrifying thought takes root, blossoming in your mind, dark and beautiful. What if he gets off on this? What if the question wasn't about safety; it was about eligibility. He wasn't asking if you were a safe place to fuck. He was asking if you were a worthy target. He wanted to know if you were negative, if your "yes" meant anything. Maybe he's a collector. Maybe he gets a thrill from pozzing neg guys, from turning another man, from adding another notch to his belt. Your honest answer, your "Yes," wasn't a reassurance for him. It was the green light. It was confirmation that you were a prize worth claiming. But then the other possibility, the logical one, pushes back. Maybe he was just a regular guy, a player who loved to fuck raw but was terrified of the consequences. Maybe he asked because he genuinely needed to know for his own peace of mind, a hypocritical but human act of self-preservation. Maybe his smile was just the cocky smirk of a young man who'd gotten away with exactly what he wanted. You can see it now so clearly. He wasn't just fucking you. He was converting you. Every powerful thrust was a hammer blow, forging a new reality. The heat of his load wasn't just cum; it was an inoculation. A gift. A curse. You were just another victim, another story he could tell himself. You moan, stroking your cock faster. The thought is so repulsive, so dangerous, and so unbelievably hot. You reach back and press two fingers into your still-slick hole. You pull them out, coated in his essence. You bring them to your lips, and this time, you don't just taste. You lick. You suck them clean, imagining the millions of potential viruses swarming in your mouth, in your blood. You're so close. You're right on the edge. You close your eyes and you can feel him inside you again, but now it's different. It's not just a memory. It's a transformation. Was that just an anonymous fuck on a Tuesday afternoon? Or was it the moment you were chosen? The moment you were changed? You'll never know for sure. You'll never see him again. You'll have to live with the uncertainty, with the three-month wait, with the gnawing, exhilarating possibility. And as your own cum explodes across your chest, hot and thick, you realize that this uncertainty is the ultimate prize. He didn't just fuck your ass—he fucked your brain. He gave you a gift that will last forever: the endless, thrilling question of what he really left behind.

I got two loads yesterday. One at a local park, by the industrial area, after work. Younger worker guy with a fat cock. He had fucked me a few days ago, but pulled out before he blew his huge load - a bit of a waste. This time he fucked me for about 10 minutes and blew his load in me, I could feel the cock pulses real good. Then I went out for a burger with some mates. On the way home, I went to the good night time park, there were few guys there milling about, but not really playing. I took a position leaning on my favourite, strong wooden fence, by the ravine and lubed up my hole. It was really dark, I could barely see anything. It was a night when you need to know the trails. A dude walked down the path and just reached out to feel my rock hard cock, I had it out and was stroking. I returned the favour and he was wearing long-john pants and a sweatshirt. I felt his cock through the bulging material. He flopped out his cock, he went from soft to hard in a minute, a good length and medium thickness, we stroked each other for a minute. I pushed down by track pants, and turned so he could access my hole, when he found it was lubed and wet, he pushed me into position against the fence, and he pushed his cock in. He got to the fucking in no time, he just got faster, harder and deeper over about five minutes. He huffed and grunted a bit, I told him to blow his load in me, I knew he was close. His cock was doing great work, getting me worked up and I was stroking my cock while he was fucking and he blew in me while I was blowing my load. I walked back down the trail to my truck, spent, with a load in my ass for the drive home.

Here is a new version of Part 8. I realized that I did a shit job of proofreading the first version last night. I blame the wine. *** Freshman Project: Jason (Part 8, revised) After Blake had recovered from his orgasm, he picked Jason up and set him on the couch. “Stay right here, I’m going to get us more water,” he said. Jason had a goofy grin on his face as he watched Blake, his cock still hanging out the front of his spandex shorts, go grab two water bottles from over by the DJ both. The DJ leaned over and said something to Blake and looked back at Jason. Blake shook his head as he replied and then carried the bottles back to the couch, sitting down next to Jason. He opened one of the bottles then handed it to Jason, “Drink up.” Jason drank some water as he watched Blake dig into his hip pouch and pull out the small bag that had the ecstasy boosters. Blake popped one into his mouth then took a gulp from his bottle of water to wash it down. He held out the other tab to Jason, “Here, take this, it will help keep these feelings going until its time for us to head home.” “Yes, Sir,” said Jason. He grabbed the tablet and quickly swallowed it down with a gulp of water. Jason was still horny and turned on after the intense fuck that took his virginity as he was still rolling and the horny house music was pounding through his body. He looked into Blake’s lap and saw the cock that had taken his virginity and injected the first toxic load into his ass. He slid off the couch and positioned himself between Blake’s thighs, then looked up at his Master, his eyes full of need. “Please Sir, may I suck your cock?” Blake looked down at the cute young twink sitting between his knees. Just a few weeks ago he had been a repressed little recovering jesus freak and now he was his drugged up sex slave. Blake nodded then grabbed the back of the boy’s head, feeling his sweaty hair in his palm as he pulled the boy to his cock. Jason immediately buried his face into Jason’s crotch and started licking his lube and cum covered cock. He was rolling and didn’t care that the dick he was licking and nuzzling had just been in his ass. When he first left home for college he would have pretended to be disgusted at that fact, but now his inner pig had been released and he loved the fact he was tasting the his ass and Blake’s cum. He lost track of time as he licked and suck on Blake’s semi-hard cock. He was in his own little world that was only broken when he felt a finger start to rub up and down his ass crack. His awareness returned to him and realized there was someone kneeling on the ground next to him. “Welcome to the family brother, is it okay if I eat your ass and taste our Master’s cum?” said a voice next to him he could barely hear over the music. Jason pulled his mouth of Blake’s cock and turned to see Aiden’s face just a couple inches away from his own. A quick wave of regret passed through the freshly deflowered twink as he remembered how much he had hated the flamboyant fag when he first saw him. Over the last few weeks he realized the reason he hated Aiden was that he was envious of the obvious slut and jealous of how comfortable the boy was with everyone know he was a sex object for men to use. The MDMA was hitting him from the booster and all his past hatred, jealously, and envy was washed away with feelings of love. Aiden wasn’t someone to hate or fear, he was his brother in his newfound religion, they both had been baptized by their priest of lust with his toxic seed. He didn’t answer in words but leaned over and kissed Aiden. Their lips both parted and their tongues communicated their mutual lust to taste the traces of Blake’s cum that lingered in Jason’s mouth. “Good boys,” said Blake as he stroked both twinks’ heads as they made out with each other on the floor in front of him. Eventually the two teens broke their french kiss and Jason returned to sucking his cock as Aiden moved behind Jason and helped the boy onto all fours so the nineteen year old could get his tongue into the eighteen year old’s ass. Aiden alternated between tonguing the newest member of the family’s puffy hole and roughly sticking his finger into the boy’s ass, doing his best to scratch up the boy’s rectal walls to help Blake’s potent semen gain access to Jason’s bloodstream. At first Jason would give a little yelp and pull away, but eventually it dawned on the drugged up boy what Aiden was doing and why, so he stopped pulling away and pressed his ass back against Aiden’s finger whenever it entered him. Eventually he felt Aiden’s head banging against his butt as the finger and tongue disappeared. He took a moment to give his jaw a break and pulled off of Blake’s cock which had regained its full erect glory. He looked back to see what was happening. Aiden was on all fours behind him, his head pressed against Jason’s ass as the DJ was squatting behind Aiden, his hands around Aiden’s hips as he drove his cock in and out of Aiden’s ass. “Get up and sit on my cock,” commanded Blake as he gently hooked his hands under Jason’s armpits and pulled him up off the floor. Jason went to sit down facing Blake but the jock turned him around and had him sit with his back against his chest. “I want everyone to see you as you ride me and I want you to see everyone watching us,” said Blake his he lowered the boy down onto his erect nine and half inch cock. Jason, with Blake’s help, bounced up and down on his Master’s cock as he fondled his own still soft cock. The feeling of Blake’s hands on him along with his own hand on his limp dick, combined with the thick cock in ass was a sensory overload. He was feeling everything and nothing at the same time. He did as Blake asked and tried to focus on the crowd around them. The number of people in the loft had doubled since they first came up there. Most were busy having sex in their own little worlds, but some where looking his way, including Aiden who was right in front of him getting pounded doggy style by the DJ who had obviously put a prerecorded set of tracks on so he could enjoy the fun. Jason smiled at all the people watching him get fucked for the second time that night. The DJ was a probably a mid-twenties black guy with dreds. He was staring at Jason has he pounded Aiden with a dick from what brief glimpses Jason saw was probably just a little smaller than Blake’s. He felt’s Blake’s breath on his neck as the jock leaned forward, “Raymond asked if he could fuck you while I was getting us waters. I told him no and that he would have to make due with Aiden tonight. I love seeing my boys get fucked by other men, but I don’t want you getting fucked by anyone else until I make sure you’re pregnant with my sons coursing through your veins. You understand?” Blake emphasized the part by giving a particularly hard thrust up into Jason’s ass. Jason leaned back and let all his weight rest against Blake’s chest as he fucked up into him. Blake moved his hands from the boy’s hips and ran them over his sweaty stomach and chest. “Yes Sir, I am yours to command,” he said melted into his Master. “Now and forever,” said Blake into his ear. Raymond started grunting loudly as he unloaded into Aiden’s ass then pulled out, stood up, and returned to his turntables. Aiden crawled up and squeezed onto the couch next to Blake. The two kissed for a minute as Blake continued to bounce Jason on his lap. When they broke their kiss, Blake told Aiden, “Break’s over, time to get back to work.” “Yes Sir,” said Aiden as he got up off the couch, rearranged his clothes so we was presentable and started circulating through the crowd. Jason was too far gone to pay attention to anything other than the music and Blake’s cock in his ass so he didn’t realize that Aiden was quickly quite popular and many pills and small baggies exited his fanny pack to be replaced by wads of bills. Sometime later, Jason found himself on the dance floor with Blake holding his hips as they danced to the music. Jason was still completely naked and Blake’s cock was still hanging out of his shorts. He was definitely starting to feel like the high from the ecstasy was wearing off. He was starting to feel tired but not sleepy. He leaned into Blake. The older boy recognized that Jason was starting to come down. Without saying anything he led the boy off the dance floor and back to the coat check. Without saying much they got their street clothes back on and Blake packed up everything else into his backpack. They held hands as they headed to the waterfront and walked along it. They saw the Bay Bridge all lit up in lights and by the time the sun started to light up the eastern sky they made their way back to the train station and caught the first train of the morning south. They arrived back at Blake’s apartment a little after seven on Sunday. They had a quick rinse in the shower then lay in Blake’s bed smoking bowl after bowl of weed until they fell asleep cuddling together listing to mellow music.

I'd been hooking up with a lawyer guy (was strictly a top - he loved getting barebacked in his pool). Had a minor legal issue. I called him to find out how to hire someone to represent me. He offered to do it. I was surprised as he's pretty high-powered. Asked what his fee was he said he'd do it for free, but that he "wanted my ass." I became his willing bareback bottom boy for a year. We fucked in and out of his house, in his office, and one time i was the middle guy fucking his twink boyfriend while he fucked me. Legal issue was dealt with, and I felt like such a fucking prostitute.

As a bottom, you are there to ensure the pleasure of the Topman. If calling you a faggot, spitting, slapping increases his pleasure and the power of his orgasm, you bite the pillow and stfu and when he’s done you say a respectful Thank you.

Bro, sounds like the one who has a problem with it is YOU. Not the rest of us. Articulate it any which way you want, but I for one, am tired of the thought police telling how I should express my sexuality.

Yesterday I had 8 loads at a cruising spot In Mexico City called Sexto Piso. I was just showing my ass in the dark room and guys would go in and contribute

A) to those who find an objection…. It is a word. We took the word QUEER and turn led into a positive. You empower haters when you get upset. B) There are MANY bottoms (and sometimes tops) who ARE faggots. it’s a state of mind, not an insult. C) I, for one am NOT attracted to bottoms, only to faggots. I’m a DOM and I breed. I will tell my bitch what to do so he can pull out the cum out of me with the maximum pleasure FOR ME. Period. D) you cannot claim you’re in bondage if you object to that and other terms during sex. If you do, I hope AT LEAST your hole is as tight as your mind, otherwise you cannot really offer anything to a Dom.

Apologies for the long gaps in new chapters. I work full time and have a partner that needs taking care of. I get into funks where it is hard for me to find the energy to write but I do intend to finish this story before I die. Fortunately I have quite a few years. This chapter doesn't have a lot of penetrative sex, but it sets up tings to come/cum. I find I enjoy writing the story more than the blow by blow of sex. Hope you still find it erotic. **** Freshman Project: Jason (Part 6) The routine for the next two weeks was basically a repeat of that first Monday session. Jason came over every other day for training. Blake always found some reason to discipline Jason and the boy was learning to enjoy the mix of pleasure and pain that resulted from the spankings or from the flogger that Blake used on his back. One of the reasons to punish the twink is when he had his first hands free cum while getting fucked with a dildo. He had tried to ask permission, but Blake had denied it while still continuing to work the boy’s prostate. After that session, Blake had locked up Jason’s small cock in a chastity cage, telling him that it was to constantly remind him that his purpose was to provide pleasure to real men like Blake and not to be focused on his own pleasure. Blake also introduced Jason to bondage during the second week by tying the boy to the bed and blindfolding him. First Jason was tied face down while his ass was worked over by a larger dildo than he had previously taken. This one, which Jason was not allowed to see, was actually one that was a custom made model from a cast of Blake’s cock. Seeing the boy be able to take ‘his cock’ with just a little bit of discomfort convinced Blake the freshman was ready for the real thing. Also during the sessions, Blake was working on by the boy’s mind. Telling him what a good slut he was, and how it was his purpose in life to be fucked by real men. Blake told him that he would never be satisfied with just one cock, he would need a constant stream of cock to satisfy his ass. At the end of their session on Thursday night of the second week, Blake had Jason sit down next to him on the couch. “So Jason, our session is over for tonight. I don’t have any travel or swim meets this weekend and I wanted to know if you wanted to go to a rave up in the city with me on Saturday night, you know, like a date,” said Blake as he reached over gently ran his hand over the boy’s blushing cheek and through his brown hair which was starting to get wavy as it continued to grow out. “A date?” croaked Jason. He had been starting to fear that Blake was only interested in him as a sexual plaything, a toy to be used. While Jason was enjoying that, he also wanted something more than that. Despite what Blake had been saying about needing lots of cock, at this point Jason still just wanted one, he wanted Blake’s even if it meant taking it bare. “Yeah, you know, we can take the train up to the city, grab a light dinner, then there is a gay bar I know where I can get you in, then we can go the rave which starts around midnight, dance through the night, and take the train back down in the morning. I really like you and want to hang out, even if we aren’t having sex, although you might want to rinse out before we head up there, just in case,” said Blake, winking at the last part. Jason tried to hide his excitement, “Uh, okay yeah I guess.” Blake laughed and pulled the boy in for a deep passionate kiss. “You guess?” he said when he broke the kiss. “Yes, I meant yes,” said Jason laughing as well, “What should I wear?” Blake got up and went into his bedroom and pulled a small rainbow jockstrap out of his drawer of clothes he had bought for the use of his various boys. He returned to the living room and tossed it to Jason. “Wear this, a pair of nice jeans, a clean t-shirt, and your school hoodie, you’ll look like just what you are, a super cute college boy twink.” Saturday evening Jason stood waiting for Blake at the train station. He was dressed as requested and had also made sure he was all clean, inside and out. He had put the larger plug back into place after cleaning out to make sure his virgin ass was lubed up and loose. He didn’t know if Blake was going to want to fuck him tonight, but he was ready for it. He had made up his mind, he would let Blake fuck him and do it raw. He wanted, no needed, to feel the hunk’s thick cock sliding into his ass. He wanted his Master to truly own him and be a part of him. Jason arrived at the train station before Blake. There were about a dozen students hanging around waiting for the train up to the city. Jason avoided eye contact, he was sure that if anyone looked at him they would know he was hoping to head up to the city for sex. He was relieved when Blake arrived. Blake was wearing jeans and a swim team sweatshirt over what Jason expected was one of the tight fitting underarmor shirts he favored. He also had a backpack on that looked full. Jason tried to play he cool, he gave a wave and said, “What’s up Blake.” Blake smiled and walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. He grabbed the freshman by the back of the head and gave him a hard kiss. Jason’s body reacted as it had been trained, melting into the big jock’s body and kissing him back while his brain was screaming at acting like a fag in in front of all these other students. “Hey babe, you ready for our date?” asked Blake loudly. Jason blushed as he noticed several of the women that had been checking Blake out give looks of disappointment. “Yes, Sir, uh Blake,” sputtered Jason, not sure what to call this senior jock that had taken control of him. “Blake while we are around normies in public,” said Blake as he winked. Just then the trained pulled into the station on its way north. Blake took Jason’s hand and led him onto the train. The took seats and made some ideal conversation for the near hour long trip north. Blake asked Jason about his classes and other mundane topics. Once they arrived in the city Blake took Jason to a place that made really good salads. He explained that they would be doing Ecstasy at the rave, so they needed to eat light. After dinner Blake took Jason to a bar on Folsom Street. There was a large black man checking ID’s at the door. Blake saw that Jason was nervous as they approached the door. He bought his arm around Jason and nearly dragged him to the door. “Hey Deshawn, is Jerry here yet?” asked Blake, clearly knowing the bouncer. “Yeah Blake, he’s expecting you,” answered the bouncer. He looked over at Jason smiled. Jason shivered, he had the sense that this is what an antelope felt when getting stalked by a lion. “This one legal?” Deshawn asked. “Not to drink, but he ain’t going to get anyone on a registry. Besides, he isn’t drinking tonight and I’m only sharing his mouth tonight,” said Blake giving a little laugh. “Pity, I would love to have enjoyed his ass on my break, but I wouldn’t mind raping that throat of his,” said Deshawn as pulled back the leather curtain that covered the doorway and waived them inside. The inside of the bar was dark and the place was about half full as it was still early. House music pumped out of the speakers at a level where it could be heard but still allowed conversation. There were two levels with the main bar on the first level then stairs halfway back that led up to another area of the bar. There were several TV’s playing porn. The porn was a mix of twinks, leather daddies, and muscle bears depending on which screen you were looking at, none of the performers were wearing condoms. Blake led Jason past the bar and the coat check that was next to the stairs. They headed to the up the stairs to the upper area. There was a lot of benches along the wall where people were sitting, drinking and talking. Jason realized that the upper area was a lot larger as it extended out sideways where as the front part of the bar had been narrow. Jason noticed there was another doorway with a leather curtain on it at the back end of the upper area. Blake went over to one of the benches and set his backpack down. He dug through the backpack and pulled some things out. Jason wasn’t paying attention though as his focus was still on checking the place out. Most of the guys here were wearing some type of leather, fetish gear, or uniform. They ranged from a few twinks to mostly older men. They were all shapes and sizes. Jason heard someone saying “strip” but continued checking out the crowd. A gentle slap across the face brought his focus back to Blake. “I said STRIP,” said Blake, clearly annoyed that Jason had missed the command the first time. Jason’s training instantly kicked in and he quickly stripped off his hoodie and shirt. He folded them neatly at set them down next to Blake’s backpack. He was about to start on his jeans, when Blake gave him more instructions, “Take your shoes off but put them back on after you take your jeans off. Leave the jockstrap on.” Jason did as he was ordered. He was glad the bar was fairly dark, he could just imagine how bright red he was from the embarrassment of standing in a public bar in just a jockstrap. He could tell that he had drawn the attention of quite a few of the patrons. “Sorry gentlemen, this one’s taken tonight,” said Blake as he pulled a leather collar out of his backpack. “Present,” he barked at Jason. The freshman was grateful for all the training Blake had done with him. He found it easy to fall back into the subby headspace and just follow his Master’s orders. He assumed the position, should width stance, chest out, head up, eyes down, his arms behind his back at the waist. “Good Boy,” said Blake, smiling. He fastened the collar around the boy’s neck. He then took a small padlock out of the backpack and locked the collar. “A locked collar lets everyone know that a Boy is taken. Most respectful men will not touch you without getting your Master’s permission first. Still some less respectful men will still want to cope a feel. If they do you will let them. If anyone asks for a blow job, you will give them one. If anyone tries to take out your plug or put anything in your ass, you yell ‘FIRE’ repeatedly as loud as you can. Any questions?” “Yes, Sir. Why fire?” asked Jason confused. “Because if you yell for help or scream rape, it will just draw a bigger crowd, while yelling fire will get staff’s attention that something is wrong. No one here wants this place going up in flames. Now let me grab one more thing from the backpack and then I want you to put your clothes in the backpack and take it to the coat check,” said Blake. “Um, Sir, how much should I tip the coat check, er, slave?” asked Jason. “When you give him the bag, tell him your Master didn’t give you any tip money but instructed you to offer him a blowjob instead. If he takes you up on the offer, you do what he asks, but remember, nobody removes your plug or puts anything in your ass. You are to do anything else he or any other employee requests, you got that? I know everyone that works in this bar. If you don’t do what they say, I’ll know.” “Yes Sir,” said Jason meekly. This was not how he was expecting his ‘date’ with Blake to go when he had been fantasizing about it the last few days. He watched as Blake reached into the bag and pulled out a metal tin, it looked like one of those butter cookie tins that everyone’s grandmother used for sowing supplies. “Now put your clothes in the bag and take it to the coat check Boy. I have some business to attend to with the manager of the bar. I’ll be back in a few minutes, after you are done at the coat check go the bar and tell the bartender you are Blake’s Boy, then do whatever he says.” “Yes Sir,” said Jason. The lack of enthusiasm in his voice was clearly obvious because Blake frowned. The jock grabbed the twink’s collar and pulled the boy in close, “Listen Jason, I know you want me, I know you think you want to spend the rest of your life devoted to me. I’d like that, but you have to know, this is who I am. This is my world. I am not monogamous. I don’t want to be with anyone who wants only to be with me. I’m a kinky ass fucker. If you are going to be with me, you will need to share me and share yourself to whoever I want. I know you grew up thinking being gay was bad, that all gays were going to get HIV and die. Well, everyone is going to die someday, and HIV is treatable, so why not enjoy the fuck out of life while we have it. Do you want to spend your life worrying about what other people think about you or do you want live it to its fullest and have more fucking fun that you have ever known?” Jason’s mind worked furiously to process everything that Blake was saying. What stuck out to him was Blake saying that he would like have Jason spending the rest of his life devoted to him, but that he had to share, both Blake and himself with others. He recognized the tone and way Blake had addressed him, not as Master but as an equal. “Yes Blake, I understand. I want to have fun. I’ll do what you say Sir.” “Good now go have fun, but remember no one fucks you. You are my Boy and I’m going to be the one that takes your virginity, you got that?” asked Blake. “Yes SIR!” exclaimed Jason enthusiastically. “Good Boy,” said Blake. Then then grabbed Jason by the back of his head, getting a fist full of the boy’s hair and pulling him in for a hard kiss. The kiss lasted for almost a minute as Blake devoured the boy’s mouth. When Blake finally released Jason. There were several men standing close by groping their crotches as they watched the older college boy dominating and making out with the nearly naked young twink was clearly not old enough to be in the bar. Jason’s small cock was straining inside it cage. He could understand how he could be so turned and so humiliated at the same time. He was standing in jockstrap, wearing a cage, and a butt plug in the middle of a bar with a bunch of older men [banned word] on him while being ordered around like a slave. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on his orders. The rest of the bar faded except for Blake faded away as he did as he was told. He packed his clothes up in the backpack and then turned to head down to the coat check. He noticed that Blake was already headed back behind the bar and through a door that read “Staff Only”. Several of the men stayed and watched Jason as he was packing the backpack. They all seemed to recognize and respect the locked collar. One did say, “If you ever want a new Daddy, give me a call,” as he slipped a business card into the strap of his jockstrap. The coat check was staffed by another twink that was a few years older than Jason, although he looked like he had lived a rougher life than Jason. He was wearing a dirty stained jockstrap and had a collar on as well, but his wasn’t locked. Jason noticed he had a few scabs on his body and seemed to have a bunch of marks on the inside of his arms. He handed the backpack to the young man. The coat check boy seemed to recognize either the bag or him cause as he grabbed the backpack he said, “You must be Blake’s new Boy. My name’s Greg, what’s yours?” “Um, Jason,” replied the freshman. “Cool, nice to meet you Jason. No charge for you since your with Blake. But tips are appreciated,” said Greg. “Well, he didn’t give me tip money but told me to offer you a blowjob instead. He said to do whatever you wanted as long as you didn’t take out my plug or put anything up my ass,” said Jason. He was still shy and nervous even though he was standing in just a jockstrap and collar in the bar. It helped that the guy was talking with was dressed similarly. “Sweet, I don’t get many breaks back here, come on in,” said Greg as he opened the bottom half of the coat check door. He put the backpack on a counter in the back of the room, leaving room for Jason to enter the small room. He pushed pass Jason and closed the half door with them both inside. Greg leaned against the wall sideways with his left shoulder towards the open half door. “Get on your knees bitch,” he said to Jason. Jason’s let his mind go and went back to his training. He got down on his knees, “Yes Sir.” Greg laughed, “I ain’t no Sir, call me Greg, but just cause I’m not a Sir doesn’t mean you ain’t my bitch right now.” The well used twink reached down and pulled the pouch of his jockstrap to the side revealing a large cock that was stuffed into a small black metal chastity cage that held the shaft in a small tube. Jason looked up in confusion. Greg smiled down at the young naive college boy. This boy was going to a school that cost more money that Greg had ever seen in his lifetime. “Like I said, I don’t get many breaks and I have piss badly. Get your mouth on the end of the cage and be my urinal. I know Blake, you’ve tasted his piss, time for you to drink mine.” Jason hesitated, sure he had perved on Blake’s piss stained jock before but he had never drank his piss. Yet Greg seemed confident that if he was Blake’s Boy, that he would have drunk Blake’s piss before. He wondered if drinking his piss is something that Blake would want or expect from him. He would gladly drink Blake’s piss if he asked him to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to would he drink this stranger’s piss. Yet he remembered, Blake had ordered him to do whatever he was asked as long as he kept his virginity intact for Blake to take. Apparently he waited too long as Greg grabbed his hair and pulled his head over to his caged cock, “Fucking drink it pig or you’re going to wear it and then have to lick it up off the floor.” Jason grabbed the man’s thighs then quickly wrapped his lips around the end of the cage. A second later his mouth was filled with piss as the older twink let go. Jason had, like most boys, tasted his own pee before, and knew there was something different about this piss, but he didn’t want to be covered in piss the rest of the night, so he drank it all down. “Ah thanks dude, I needed that,” said Greg after he was finished relieving himself into the what he figured was a spoiled rich college boy’s mouth. “It’s been a day or so, but there might still be a bit of a fun time in there for you,” he said with a laugh. “What do you mean?” asked Jason not understanding. “I did meth a few days ago, so there might still be some in my piss is what I mean you stupid kid. Now get out of here,” said Greg as he shoved Jason to the side, knocking him over. Greg opened the bottom door and held it up as Jason picked himself off the floor and scrambled out of the coat check room. Greg’s laughter followed behind Jason as he made his way over to the bar as Blake had instructed. He wondered what effect if any the meth tainted piss would have on him. He got to the bar and waved his hand to get the attention of the bartender. The bartender finished pouring the drinks he was working on then came over to Jason. “What? I ain’t serving you regardless of how good a fake ID you may flashed Deshawn,” said the bartender. “No sir, I don’t want to order anything, I’m Blake’s Boy,” said Jason. “Oh, okay, well get back here and sit over there,” said the bartender pointing to a stool on the inside of the bar at the far end. Jason obeyed and went behind the bar and sat of the stool. It drove the plug into his ass, which made his cock twitch inside his cage. So far he wasn’t feeling any effects from the piss. The bartender served a couple more men that were waiting them came over and handed him a couple gummies. “Blake said to give these to you when you came over. I think they are pot gummies.” Jason took the gummies and ate them. He was already very much into his subby head space and went along with what was asked. About ten minutes later, it was getting hard for Blake to tell time, he was definitely feeling something but he wasn’t sure if it was from the piss or the gummies, he felt a large hand grab his shoulder. He snapped his head up to see who it was. Deshawn was standing over him. “I’m on break boy, let’s head to the backroom,” said Deshawn as he put his hand on the back of Jason’s neck. Jason got to his feet and almost feel. “Mmmm, that’s what I like to see, I nice fucked up boy. I can’t wait to have some fun with you,” said the large black man as he helped stabilize the boy. He lead Jason up the stair and through the leather curtain into the backroom. While the bar had been dark, the backroom was almost pitch black. From what Jason could make out, it was a maze of wooden panels painted black in the middle with booths around the out walls. Deshawn led him into one booths. “Get down on your knees bitch,” ordered Deshawn. Jason obeyed. “Open my pants and get my dick out slut.” Jason dropped to his knees and reached up, undoing his the man’s belt and opening his pants. Deshawn adjusted his pants down a bit so they revealed his large package help in place by his jockstrap. Without even thinking Jason buried his nose into the man’s pouch, smelling his musk. He ran his tongue over the fabric tasting the man’s essence. He reached up and pulled the jockstrap down, freeing the monster cock. It was much bigger than Blake’s. “Yeah you southern cracker bitch, suck that big black cock,” said Deshawn. Jason took the head of the cock into his mouth as he grabbed it with a hand. He could feel it stiffen in his hand as he licked and suck the head. It soon grew enough that he could wrap both hands around it as he fit as much as he could in his mouth. Once it was fully hard, probably around eleven inches, Deshawn grabbed the boy’s armpits and pulled him up to his feet. “I’m going to fuck that tight virgin ass of your boy and ruin for Blake’s small white boy cock,” growled Deshawn as he spun the boy around and pressed his face against the side wall of the booth. He reached his hand down and started to pull the plug out of the boy’s ass. Jason was feeling the effects of the weak chem piss and the pot gummies that were starting to kick. He was so fucking horny and wanted desperately to lose his virginity, but something cut through those horny thoughts, Blake’s order to not let anyone remove his plug or put anything in ass. “No, don’t. My Master said no,” begged Blake. “Your what?” asked Deshawn. “My Master, Blake, he owns me and I’ll do whatever he says. He said I can’t let anyone play with my ass. He wants to take my virginity, please don’t,” said Jason. “But you want it don’t you boy, you want this big black cock up your ass. If you it were up to you, you would let me fuck ruin your tight little hole and cum inside you. Then you’d let all the dirty old perverts in this bar take their turns shooting their cum inside you. You wouldn’t say no and you wouldn’t insist on a condom, would you, you fucking slut,” said Deshawn into Jason’s ear as he pinned the boy’s body up against the wall, his huge hard cock pressed against the smaller boy’s back. “Yes, yes I do, but please no,” admitted Jason. “Fine,” sighed Deshawn as he stepped back and freed the boy. Jason fell to his knees and his head was quickly grabbed by the bouncer who forced his dick back into the boy’s mouth. He faced fucked the boy hard. It was way more cock than Jason had ever sucked before, which was just Blake’s. He did his best, but there was a lot of choking and gagging. Deshawn didn’t care, he had many a drugged up white boy choking on his cock before. He just focused on getting as much down the boy’s throat as he could until he was ready to cum. When he felt his load ready to be released he pulled out and stroked himself until he shot a huge load all over the college twink. After he finished shooting his load all over Jason, he pulled the boy up to his feet by his hair. He then led the boy out the backroom and over to wear Blake had left him to pack up the backpack in the upper room. Blake was sitting on the bench drinking a cocktail. “So did he let you fuck him?” asked Blake. Deshawn sneered at Blake, “No, he wanted it bad. He probably would have kept saying no as I raped him, but I don’t rape boys, they got to beg for it. Here you go, you won.” The large bouncer, who was probably twice the size of the jock, pushed Jason over to Blake. He reached into his pants and pulled out some cash and tossed it to Blake then turned and headed towards the front door, his break over. Jason was confused, but happy to be back with Blake. The jock pulled him in between his legs and hugged him. “I’m so proud of your Boy. You did a great job of following your orders. I have just one question for you, if Deshawn and not stopped, would you have yelled ‘FIRE’ or would you have let him rape you? Be honest,” asked Blake as he hugged the boy and rubbed his back, running his hands down to his ass and playing with the plug. Jason moaned as his Blake played with his plug. He was torn, he didn’t know how to respond as he didn’t know what answer Blake wanted. The words “be honest” resonated with him. “I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have stopped him, I want it so bad, I need it. He talked about letting the whole bar fuck me and cum inside me. I wanted it so badly. I’m sorry,” said Jason, sobbing. “I’m so proud of you Jason. I would have loved to see you taking load after load from random strangers, that would have been so hot. I’m glad you think it is hot as well. Someday we will do it together but for now its time to head over to the dance. Go fetch my backpack Boy,” said Blake. Blake recognized the order. He was definitely feeling the effects of the drugs, but at this point it mainly was the pot and Jason was used to serving Blake while stoned. “Yes, Sir,” he said then headed down the coat check. Greg was all business and immediately retrieved Blake’s backpack when he saw Jason approaching. He handed Jason the bag, “I can’t wait to party with you more.” Jason grabbed the backpack and returned to Blake, handing it to him. Blake pulled out Jason’s clothes and set them down on the bench. “Go ahead and put your clothes back on. I’d love to show my sexy boy off and have your parade down the street naked, something we will have to do next year at Dore and Folsom, but its a little chilly tonight.” As Jason was putting his clothes back on, he noticed that Blake put a large manila envelope that seemed to be stuffed full into the backpack. Once Jason was dressed, Blake put the backpack on then lead the boy over to the bar. Blake motioned for the bartender who immediately came over. “What you need Blake?” He asked. “Two bottles of water, please Adam,” said Blake. The bartender pulled out two bottles and handed them to the jock. Blake handed one bottle to Jason as he reached into his pocket a pulled out a baggie that some large pills, about the size of SweetTarts. He took two out. “Open your mouth Boy,” he instructed Jason. Jason did as order. Blake put on the of the tablets in his Jason’s mouth then put the other in his own. He drank it down with a mouthful of water as he motioned for Jason to do the same. Without any hesitation, Jason took a swig off his water bottle and washed the bill down. “Sir, can I ask what that was?” “That was some fucking prime MDMA, X, ecstasy. In about an hour from now you are going to be feeling better than you ever have and we are going to be shaking our asses off at the rave. Let’s get going,” replied Blake as he led his slave from the bar and onward to his next adventure.

Hey, I'm new here... 31, 5'9, 160, bottom, 7c. Been in a relationship for 6 years and slipped up a couple times. But truth is ive been craving it from everyone lately and think i want to start getting file by anyone while I'm with the bf still.

I have been wanting to share my story which is based on true events that happened November 2022. I’d been lurking on this site for years, jerking to the stories, putting myself in every single one of them. All the wildest ones had one thing in common: Tina. They swore she turned regular sex into something next-level, something spiritual. I was 31, Black, thick-ass bottom, and I finally needed to know if the hype was real. I didn’t know a single soul who sold T. My usual menu was weed and poppers, nothing harder. But I knew the code words cold: PnP, ❄️, clouds, “parTy,” ice emojis. So I opened Grindr, set the filters, and started hunting. That’s when Jess popped up. Black trans girl, gorgeous in that raw, late-night way. Profile full of ass shots and the little snowflake emoji. I sent the message before I could overthink it. Me Hey. First time ever trying Tina. Got $30 cash. Can you grab for me and keep some for yourself? Jess Hey cutie! Yeah I can help you out. $30 works. Where you at right now? Me Not far. Can pull up anywhere you say. Jess Cool. Can you pull up? I’ll come down to the car. Ten minutes? I drove a short 6 minutes to her. She walked out looking exactly like someone who’d already had a long night: wild curly wig, smeared lipstick, tiny halter top, Daisy Dukes so short the pockets hung lower than the shorts, skinny but curvy where it counted, and the biggest, friendliest smile. “Heyyy baby!” she said, sliding into my passenger seat. “You’re cute as hell. First time for real?” “For real,” I laughed, handing her the folded bills. “I don’t really know what to expect.” She took the money, tucked it in her bra, and pulled out a tiny baggie with nice shards sparkling inside. “Some straight fire. You’re gonna love her.” She handed it over with a wink. “This some good shit, trust me. Text me later and tell me how she treats you.” I thanked her, she hopped out, gave me one last smile, and that was it. Polite, quick, easy. Drove home buzzing with nerves and excitement. Got in the house, locked the door, and stared at the baggie like it was a winning lottery ticket. Didn’t have a pipe, didn’t know what the hell I was doing. So first I broke off a tiny piece, stuffed it in a Black & Mild, and smoked it like weed. Tasted awful, but twenty minutes later a warm little wave rolled through me. Not crazy, but enough to make me grin like an idiot and say out loud, “Okay… feels pretty good. I get it now.” An hour of gooning later I wanted the real deal. I took a fat about .15 shard, crushed it just a little, smeared lube all over my thick dildo on the fuck machine, and rolled the crystal right onto the tip. Got on all fours, backed up slow, and let it slide in. That famous burn hit instantly: sharp, fiery, perfect. I held still, letting it melt inside me, letting it soak in. Five minutes in, the switch flipped. My whole body lit up. My ass turned into one hungry, pulsing mouth. I started rocking back faster, then faster, then I just flipped the machine on high and let it rail me. Creamy lube started foaming around the shaft. My dick stayed soft (exactly like the stories said), and that made me even hornier. I grabbed my phone with shaky hands, opened Grindr again, and every ounce of fear was gone. Scrolled till I found him: “BBC 4 fat ass – can travel.” While the machine was still pounding me into another planet, I typed one-handed: Me Dick looking great and need BBC in this phat ass right now. Are condoms cool? I sent some ass pics and one of me on my fuck machine. His reply came instantly: “Damn! I need that… WYA.” I dropped my location (something I never, ever do). Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood Nico: tall, dark, low-cut dreads, easy smile, and the thickest nine-and-a-half-inch dick I’d ever seen already swinging heavy in his sweats. I pulled him straight to the bedroom, dropped to my knees, and inhaled that beautiful, veiny monster raw. I never liked sucking dick before; it was just foreplay. Tina turned me into a different man. I worshipped that dick like it was paying my rent. A few minutes of sloppy head and I was already spinning around, spreading my cheeks. “Condom?” I managed to gasp. He rolled one on, lined up, and sank in balls-deep. Nothing in my life had ever felt that good. Every stroke lit me up from the inside. I was moaning like a porn star, pushing back, begging him to go harder. Ten minutes of pounding and Nico groaned, slammed deep, and filled the rubber. I wanted more. Went to clean him off with my mouth, but he laughed, pulled away: “Too sensitive, bro.” I joked, “If you’re sensitive now, imagine if you would’ve fucked me raw and came inside.” That made him grin wide. “Tell you what, my boy’s at the hotel with me and he loved your pics. But he only plays raw. You want both of us to run a train on that ass raw?” I froze for a second. My ass was twitching, and the thought of raw dick for the first time, by not one guy but two, which would also mean my first creampies ever… I knew this was a crossroad. A choice that would change everything. Then I smiled. “Give me ten minutes to shower and I’m there.” I closed the door behind Nico and hopped in the shower quick, water steaming hot. While I rinsed off I slid two soapy fingers inside myself, feeling how loose and hungry I still was, picturing Nico and his boy taking turns with those big raw dicks, pumping load after load deep in my guts, watching it drip down my thighs all night. I laughed under the spray, soft-dicked and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Then I paused, towel in hand, staring at the little baggie still sitting on the counter. I wanted another bump, bad. Just enough to keep the fire roaring when those two raw dicks got in me. But I wasn’t stupid; I still had to drive across town, and the first booty-bump was already singing loud in my blood. I broke off a small shard anyway, slipped it into a tiny fold of paper, and tucked it deep in my sweats pocket with a single dab of lube in a travel packet I grabbed from the drawer. Plan was set: soon as I parked at the hotel, I’d hop in the back seat, reach back quick, slide it in, and let it melt while I walked inside already buzzing harder than ever. They’d never know I was secretly topping myself off. I threw on fresh grey sweats grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. Two raw loads were waiting… and in ten minutes I was gonna be freshly spun and ready to beg for both of them. End...for now.

That admission of wanting to be filled by anyone is honest and brave and you should embrace it. Never regret anything in life. Be the cumdump you need. well done.

This may seem tame by BZ standards, but here goes. I hooked up with a guy off A4A and met him in my storage unit. We flip-fucked for a while and he came first, breeding me. After he pulled out I cleaned his cock with my mouth, squatted down and pushed his load into my hand, and slurped it down my gullet while staring him straight in the eyes. He was flabberghasted. I wound up breeding him and eating my load out of his hole.

That statement is as "spot-on" as your compositional work, which is First Class. No guy lives on sex alone; there are other things we simply need to attend to sometimes, and taking a break from sharing our seed with other guys is the last thing from abnormal. All of us have other things that must be attended to, and that's just how life is. That said, making that "break" the most productive it can be would be appropriate, for obvious reasons.

Part 10 When lockdown happened, I had not long taken on a job which required me to be in Scotland for part of the time and in London for the rest of the time. When lockdown was introduced, I was in Scotland and it was agreed that I would stay and work from there. I was staying with a friend of a friend just outside Glasgow and, although I did not like the job, the living arrangement worked out fine. As the weeks and months of lockdown wore on, I was getting quite horny. I really missed sex - I especially missed that feeling of pushing my bare cock up a nice tight arse. I realised from online chats that a lot of guys were getting very frustrated - especially some of the guys I chatted with who lived with wives and girlfriends - and I had made plans to meet up with a couple of them when restrictions were eased Having said that, my first sex in lockdown was not with one of the straight guys. When the restrictions were first eased in the September of that year, I arranged to meet up with one of my friends, Alan. Alan has been with his partner for many years, but he and I have been fucking each other since the mid 90s ,when we discovered during a threesome with a young blond guy that we both enjoyed sex without condoms. It was good to see Alan, and we both enjoyed catching up. After we had some lunch, I was tidying up and Alan was standing by the back door in the kitchen. We debated what to do next and I suggested we could sit out in the garden. Alan agreed we could do that and then he said "Or you could come over here and suck my cock!" I turned round - Alan's trousers and pants were down at his knees and he was holding his hard cock. He started wanking it and a few seconds later his cock was in my mouth and he sighed and gently took hold of my head as I began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he turned round and bent forward, pushing his arse into my face. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Alan has always loved having his arse licked and this time was no exception. I could see he was really turned on and when I stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his wet arsehole, he didn't resist. I pushed the head of my cock into his arse and he leaned forward. A short time later, I was up his arse. It felt so good after so long without any kind of sex and I enoyed every minute of the fuck. I fucked him right there in the kitchen as he leaned against the kitchen units with his arse pushed out. I knew I wouldn't last very much longer and a few minutes later I was squirting my load right up Alan's arse. He was close too and when I pulled out he turned round and I took his cock into my mouth, being rewarded with a big load of cum almost immediately. I had really enjoyed the fuck and was now feeling quite relaxed. A short time later, Alan went back to his husband, my load still deep in his arse. About a week later, I was messaged by one of the guys I had been speaking to online. We had first chatted just before lockdown and were just arranging a time to meet up when the pandemic struck. He had told me his name was Colin and he was bisexual and lived with his girlfriend, but every now and then he enjoyed doing it with another guy. He had said he wanted to fuck me and didn't really want to use a condom. A few days after I fucked Alan, I was messaged by Colin, who asked me if I was still up for meeting. I was definitely up for it - Colin had sent me some picutres when we had chatted before - he was a ginger guy - one of my major turn ons - with short hair and a neat little goatee. He had also sent me pictures of his big, thick cock and he re-sent the cock pictures this time. He was free on the Saturday afternoon and, as it happened, my house mate was working so we arranged to meet up. I was really horny to be fucked and I had a little play with myself in the shower as I was getting ready. Colin arrived on time and when I opened the door I got a bit of a shock. He looked completely different to what he had in the pictures he had sent me a few months before. He had obviously grown his hair, moustache and beard during lockdown and now had a shaggy main of hair and a much longer, thicker beard. I'm not normally into facial hair but something about him really turned me on and we were kissing and feeling each other up the moment he came in the foor. I got his cock out and sucked him in the hallway for a while and then we moved upstairs. I could tell he was as horny as I was and soon our clothes were all over the room and we were both naked. His cock was even bigger than it had looked in the pictures and soon it was in my mouth. He groaned as I licked his balls and then took his cock into my mouth again. I sucked him for a while longer and then I motioned to him to turn round. You never know whether a straight or bi guy is going to be comfortable having his arse licked, but to my delight he turned round and knelt on the bed, presenting his arse to me. He had a lovely, hairy arse and I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up his equally hairy hole. I rimmed him for a while and then he said he needed to fuck me. As we had previously agreed, he pushed his big thick cock right up me without a condom and then he began to fuck me. I hadn't taken a cock up my arse for more than six months and he was pretty big so it hurt a little at first, but soon I was enjoying every miinute of the fuck and I could tell that he was too. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had experienced in a long time. After a while he asked me to move onto my back and soon my legs were in the air as Colin fucked me and he leaned forward and kissed me really hard as he fucked me. I think he was probably the hairiest guy I had ever been with and I really enjoyed the sensation of being kissed by him. I think also the fact that he was so into it made me enjoy the pounding he was giving me even more and after a while his breathing got heavier and he told me he was going to cum. I told him to go for it and a short time later he was pumping his load right up my arse. When he had finished and pulled out of me, he laid back on the bed, out of breath. Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I felt his hand on my cock and he began to wank me. "Do you fuck?" he asked "Yes!" I said and he grinned at me. "Go for it!" he said and he knelt up on the bed again. I coudl hardly believe I was going to get to fuck his fit bi guy but he was obviously no stranger to getting fucked. My cock slid up him easily and soon I was fucking his arse as he gave little groans of satisfaction. I started fucking him a bit harder and he groaned again. I was getting close now and I think he sensed it because he suddenly saiid "Are you going to breed me?" "Yes!" I moaned and he said "Oh fuck!" as I began to pump my load up his arse. It was all very horny! When I pulled out his arse, he said he had better get back and started getting dressed. As he bent over to pull his pants up, I got a great view of his arsehole, clearly loaded with cum. I always find it a real turn on to squirt a load up the arse of a guy that is going home to his girlfriend. A few weeks later I was messaged by a guy who had no face picture on his profile. I had not seen him on there before but his location said he was quite nearby. He said he had to be discreet but wanted to know if I was up for meeting up. He said he could send me some pictures but not a face pic. I guessed he was married and had been stuck at home for months. I sent him some pictures and he sent one of his cock and a back view of him with pants pulled down, showing off a really fit arse. I said I was up for meeting and he said he wasn't comfortable coming to my place but could meet me in some woods nearby. He told me he really needed to get fucked. I messaged "Can I fuck you bb?" and he messaged back to ask what "bb" meant. I said it means can I fuck you without a condom and he came back and said "Oh, yes that's alright" A little later I was making my way through the woods to the spot he had described. It was really well hidden and when I got there he was already there. He was really fit, dark haired, just a bit chubby with an arse that really filled out his jeans. He nodded at me and immediately reached out to stroke my cock through my trousers. I told him my name and he said his was Sean. He didn't show any signs of wanting to kiss me, but he reached out and unbuttoned my trousers, pulling them down to my knees along with my pants. He wanked me for a little while and then bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then asked me if I was ready to fuck him. I nodded and he pulled his pants and trousers down and leaned against a tree, passing me some lube. He had a really fit arse and fingered the lube into his hole and then positioned myself behind him. I pushed my cock into his arse and he gave a contented moan as I pushed right up him and began to fuck him. He was tight, but not as tight as I thought he might be and I fucked him slowly at first and then began to fuck him harder. He took it easily and began to wank himself as I fucked him harder. After a while I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard, shooting what felt like a massive load right up him. When I pulled out he turned round, wanked himself a few times and then shot his load out in front of him. "Cheers, mate," he said "I needed that." A couple of days later I was driving home and I saw him walking up the road ahead of me with a woman and two children. I was not at all surprised and when he messaged me again a couple of weeks later we met in the woods and I enjoyed dumping another load up his married arse. About a year later we were in lockdown again and I had another very horny experience with a straight guy. I first met Gordon in the late 90s when he was just 21 at a family wedding at a hotel just outside Glasgow. He and his wife were at the same table as me and I got on well with both of them. I was surprised to learn that they already had two children. I had mentioned that I was gay in the course of the conversation and it was later in the evening when Gordon bought me a drink and casually mentioned that he had been sucked off by a few guys and had really enjoyed it. A short time later we were taking a walk in the grounds of the hotel and when we found a quiet spot, Gordon got his cock out and I went down on him. He was quite a small, stocky guy, but he had quite a big cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking him until he came in my mouth. He bought me another drink and them headed back indoors and a little later I saw him dancing with his wife. I met up wth Gordon a few times after that over the next ten years - usually in a lay by just outside Glasgow. The first few times I just sucked him off but one time he started reaching down to feel my arse and after a while his hand was down my pants and he was fingering my arsehole. "Do you take it up the arse?" he whispered as I continued sucking him. In reply, I got up, pulled my pants and trousers right down and bent over. He spat on my arse a couple of time and then pushed the head of his cock against my hole. "I don't like using condoms," he said. "Are you ok with that?" I nodded and he pushed right up me and began to fuck me unitl he came heavily in my arse. We met up a few times over the next few years when I was in Scotland and I would suck his cock and then bend over for him to fuck me against a tree. He never reciprocated and would not let me touch or lick his arsehole - he considered himself to be a totally straight guy that liked to do it with other guys occasionally -but I really enjoyed being fucked by him and he was defnitely one of the fittest straight lads I had been fucked by. Eventually we lost touch and it was during lockdown that someone mentioned the same lay by to me and told me it was still very active, especially early in the evening with people driving home from work. I decided to check it out one evening and had a good time - going home with two loads up my arse. It was the third time I visited the lay by, one Friday evening after work, that I encountered Gordon again. There was quite a lot of action that night and I sucked a couple of guys, taking two loads in my mouth. I wandered deeper into the woods and saw a couple of guys up ahead with their pants down and I recognised Gordon straight away. I had not seen him for a long time but I had heard from a family member that he was now divorced and had another, younger child with his new partner. I guessed he must be in his mid 40s by now and couldn't help noticing that, though he had put a little bit of weight on, he was still incredibly fit. He was with a much younger dark haired guy, who was down sucking Gordon's cock, and I couldn't resist watching from a discreet distance as the guy sucked Gordon's cock. After a while, the guy stood up and to my surprise, they changed places and Gordon got down and took the dark haired guy's cock into his mouth. I was really turned on by the sight of Gordon sucking cock but things got even hornier when Gordon stood up and said something to the other guy, who nodded. To my surprise, Gordon bent forward against the tree and the other guy got down behind him and pulled his arse cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. I had my cock out now as the guy stood up and pushed his cock against Gordon's arsehole. He pushed right up Gordon's arse and then began to fuck him. I can honestly say I never thought in a million years that I would see Gordon taking cock up his arse and I enjoyed every minute of watching him getting fucked. The guy fucking Gordon had seen me now, but didn't seem bothered as he began to fuck Gordon harder. A short time later he came up Gordon's arse and then he pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeard. Gordon stayed where he was for a moment and then he straightened up and turned round, pulling his pants and trousers up at the same time.. I moved forward and he stared at me. I knew he had recognised me and wondered how he would react. He stood still for a moment and then, without saying a word, he turned round, pulled his pants down and bent forward against the tree. I have rarely been as turned on as I was when I pushed my cock up Gordon's arse and fucked him bareback against the tree. I enjoyed every second of it and I was fairly sure that Gordon was enjoying it too. I fucked him for a while longer and then shot what felt like a massive load of cum up his already loaded arse. When I had finished I pulled out and we both pulled up our pants and trousers. Gordon grinned at me and then disappeared back towards the road. Somehow the fact that we had fucked without saying a word added to the turn on. I watched as Gordon reached the layby and climbed into his van - another married straight guy going home to his family with a cum filled arse!

Perfect fit

I can't say no to a topman who is on a mission to breed....I like it when he says, your gonna take my dick and load bro and like it....

A really erotic tale of neg lad meeting a horny poz top and the mind of the neg seduces itself into seeing the poz top againa and again until his body is satiated by recieving several loads of poz seed deep inside his neg arse! 😜 Looking forward to reading more chapters in this story, if there are more to come!

I honestly never watch porn but I looked you up. You are fucking hot! If you are ever in Chicago please look me up.

I had a older guy I started hooking up with when I was 18 give or take a few years and he can go 6 times easy the record was 12 and it’s always robust loads we still hook up to this day 18 years later and age hasn’t slowed him down in the slightest

Here’s another that gets me going. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/26519/poz-me-daddy/

AUTHOR NOTE: this one is inspired by a discussion I had about a so-called AI companion where folks worldwide sent confidences (even erotic) and on the other side there was a man who guided the bot to answer, so he could read every intimate speech users sent. Paid service, obvious. That's why I'd never trust using those for sexting role play! Here's the setup. Let's start! No AI has been used to create this, I'm an author and I care about my writing not to end up into #AISlop ---- Leo: I'm 22, twink, naive. My world is behind a screen and video-games. Very shy in real life. Sex? Never had, too fearful of judgments for my sex orientation and kinks! I just look at guys when I go to the gym and that's all! My entire sex life stays on BreedingZone where I found so many guys with my same fetishes. HIV included, yes, I'm one of those bug chasers wannabe. But with age verification spreading all over the world, interesting people to sext with, just disappeared and my inbox is always empty. But one day I found a topic referring to chatbots. "AI doesn't judge, it talks, so let's share the ones where you have your best sex conversations!" Curious of AI, I was discouraged. The most important engines just reject any explicit contents, so I followed that topic. Surprisingly, the most verbal man in that post, was a certain GifterAlex, a huge biohazard as profile pic, and a very different profile from the others. Interests: computer, tech, AI, research, psychology Very strange for a sex related website, so I kept on reading. Background: mid 40s, Caucasian, progressive politically oriented, in favor of any technology innovation gay men can benefit of. HIV status: poz, not on meds Role: top Looking for: real and concrete encounters. Not here to waste time. Access denied to flakes, fakes, bigots and crybabies. "Ambiguous", I thought; if he talks about computers in a sex site then he wants to hookup, where's the trap? Isn't he one of those "morality guardians" sent by far-right politicians to out gays around the world? So, I read his post: "Most interesting and effective bot I found is called Highly Intelligent Volunteer. It can provide any kind of advices, it's a very customizable agent. By text you can ask it anything. Try it for free at least 30 days then you'll be CHARGED". Didn't give too many attention on the word "charged" capitalized; could be just he wanted to warn readers they were going to pay. Curiosity hit me, I avoided asking questions about who the owner was, if it was an advertisement or just an advice. GifterAlex could be a user like me and I signed up with no hesitation. [TO BE CONTINUED]

His 8er fucked your hole open! Hot af. Glad he took a pic.

I really get turned on by dom Master breeders. I chatted one up on A4A. Asian dom breeder. He reminded me of an Asian regular that would come over to my place when I had my ass up and face down. This top loved using the cumdump. I went over to his place. He sat in his chair, told me not to use my hands to service his cock. I lapped up and deep throated his cock and balls. He then said you’re ready for the insemination ceremony. He put me on his bed doggie. Penetrated me hard. I love feeling raw cock in my hole again. He put me on my back and fucked me hard until he released his sperm deep in my hole.

I get in my moods, where there's a solid week I can't fuck enough. Other weeks I'm completely content with doing nothing, sometimes even saving my seed. Don't feel pressured to play, it should be fun, not a game you're trying to level up in.

You just might need a break, that happens to us all.

Yesterday, park bathroom stall. Was ass out bent over. Got used by 8 guys and took all 8 loads

Does a sauna count? took 7 cocks and got 4 loads, love public sex where guys can see I'm an easy fuck.

Sniffies hook up with a trucker. He came too quickly. I wish more trucks would have pulled in.

For a long time, I simply denied my sexual urges toward other men. I married a beautiful woman named Beth and we had a decent sex life, though it rapidly reduced to occasional intercourse. As I realized the biological male role didn’t arouse me, I began to imagine during sex that I was the woman sucking cock or being penetrated. This was much more of a turn on. Of course, I never told my wife. From there it was just a short step into fantasizing about other men and jerking off to gay porn. I always pretended I was the bottom – I just had no interest in topping another guy. I might have continued to limit my gay urges to fevered masturbation episodes if it hadn’t been for our new neighbor, Kyle. He moved into the house next door a few months ago. Kyle was gay and made no secret about it, wearing a rainbow pride necklace. On weekends, he would sometimes host fairly raucous parties with as many as a dozen male guests. It didn’t take much to guess what was going on. My fantasies expanded to participating in gay orgies at Kyle’s house. I also found Kyle himself to be incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me (I just turned 30). He was tall and handsome, his body sculpted by long hours in the gym, with close-cropped beard and hair and clear blue eyes. I’m 5’8” and 150 pounds, so he was physically much bigger and more muscular – exactly the kind of male I fantasized about. When he was outside, working shirtless in his garden, sweat glistening on his torso, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He made me nervous in the same way I had been around pretty girls in high school and college, including Beth at first. If he was in his garden, I would find excuses to do my own yard work. I imagined what it would be like to lick his skin with his salty perspiration and then proceed to run my tongue along his cock, before he fucked my virgin ass. Although he was very friendly, I found it hard to talk to him very much. I guess I didn’t trust my ability to control myself without saying something that would give away my lust for him. I was sure he noticed my attention (no doubt he recognized male desire and had been the object of a lot of it) and found it amusing. Beth noticed it, too. One day, after she, Kyle, and I had been talking together at the edge of our yard, she said to me, “Andy, I think you have a crush on Kyle. You keep staring at his body and you get all tensed up when he’s around.” I tried to laugh it off. “Oh, baby, that’s just silly,” I replied. She stared at me. “I know what you’re like when you’re attracted to someone, sweetie. Remember, that’s how you were when we first met.” I didn’t have a good answer. I couldn’t admit she was right, even to myself. Beth just wouldn’t let it go. In the weeks that followed, if she saw Kyle in his garden, she would tease me. “Honey, your boyfriend is outside.” Our sex life ceased entirely. She would rebuff my advances, once going so far as to suggest maybe Kyle would be interested. Finally, she said, “If you don’t do something about your man crush on Kyle, I will.” “Oh, god, you’re not going to tell him, are you?” I realized that I had stopped denying my infatuation. “Sweetie, I don’t have to tell him. Believe me, he already knows.” I blushed beet red. “How?” “It’s obvious, Andy, from the way you look at him, the way you act when he’s around. You’re flustered when he speaks to you. Your tongue is practically hanging out.” “So, what are you going to do?” She smiled and winked at me, but refused to say more. Later that afternoon, I looked out the window and saw Beth and Kyle deep in conversation, looking occasionally at our house. They were both smiling and seemed happy. When I asked her later what they’d been talking about, she gave me an evasive answer. The following Saturday afternoon, my wife announced she had a special work assignment and would be gone until the evening. It was unusual but I gave it little thought. When she left, I went outside to trim the hedges next to Kyle’s garden, hoping to watch him without him being aware. Instead, he saw me immediately and came into our yard to chat. I thought he was flirting with me and I started to reciprocate. Filled with mounting desire, I realized I had to act. “Would you like to come in for a cold one?” I blurted out. Kyle gave me a big smile. “Sounds perfect.” His eyes held mine for a long time. I turned and walked back up the path into our house. He followed. I could feel his eyes on my butt, and I wiggled it as I walked. Once inside, I grabbed a couple of beers, handed him one, and sat on the living room couch. He stood over me, his crotch level with my eyes, I stared at it and watched a bulge form as his cock hardened. I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was thrilled at the thought that he was getting aroused. I felt myself getting hard. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Why don’t you have a seat?” “Good idea,” he answered. Then, even though it’s a long couch and there were a couple of other comfy chairs, he planted himself so close beside me that our arms, hips, and thighs touched. I could smell his sweat. My head was swimming that I was in such close contact as this beautiful Adonis. Then a looked at his short-shorts and saw the smooth head of his dick emerge out from the leg opening as he got even harder. “Holy fuck!” I thought to myself, completely entranced at the sight. Kyle was in complete control and he knew it. He set his beer down on the coffee table, then took mine and put it down. He began to stroke the inside of my thigh. I felt a fire of desire rise within me. He gazed into my eyes. “Andy, let me make this easy on you. I know you’re attracted to me. I think you’re hot, too. I think it’s time we acted on our feelings.” Then he leaned toward me, wrapped one arm around my shoulders, and held my chin with his other hand. His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I sighed deeply. His kiss became more passionate, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands found his torso and ran along his well-defined muscles. I loved the sensation as his stubble and my short beard rubbed against each other – this wasn’t at all like kissing my wife or any woman. I thought, This is what it feels like to kiss a man, and I love it! Kyle paused our kisses and said, “I could use a shower.” I knew he meant both of us. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Just cancelled an appointment I had. I’m free for the whole afternoon.” We walked upstairs and into the primary bathroom, which had a large shower. Beth and I liked to shower together, though that had ended when Kyle came into our life and she had refused to have sex with me. I quickly stripped and faced Kyle. He tossed away his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts. Now I could see his entire cock. It looked huge to my inexperienced eyes. I had a moment of doubt – how could I ever get all of that meat into my mouth or my tight ass? Kyle turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to get warm, he embraced me. His tongue found mine and his hands roamed over my back and butt, his index finger probing my sensitive hole. I pulled back from his kiss and ran my tongue down his neck, tasting that delicious, sweat-coated skin I had so often fantasized about. Then I licked and bit his nipples, which stiffened under my attention. “Oh, that feels good,” he said, holding my head in place as a sign to continue. My tongue found its way down to his chiseled abs before he stopped me by saying, “More of this after we clean up.” It was unlike any shower I had taken before. We kissed and we played with each other’s cocks. Then he soaped my ass and inserted two fingers deep inside me. I felt a new warmth in my ass. “This is soon to be a cunt, Andy. Are you ready?” “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “I’ve been wanted this for a long time.” He laughed. “I know. I can tell when a guy wants to fuck. You showed all the signs.” “Funny, but that’s what Beth said.” “Well, women can often tell when a guy is gay. A sixth sense.” “Even when they’re married to one?” I asked. “Especially when they’re married to one.” We finished and toweled each other until we were both dry. I led Kyle by the hand into the bedroom I shared with my wife. We pulled back the blanket and top sheet. Then Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. I kneeled in front of him. His hard cock was just a couple of inches from my face. I stroked it firmly and it seemed to swell even more. Kyle moaned. Then I leaned forward and began to lick the smooth, mushroom-shaped head. I was rewarded with a little taste of salty precum. So delicious! I opened my mouth and began to take him in, just a little more with each suck. He rested his hands on my head and said, “Take your time, Andy. I know you’ve been wanting this. We should both enjoy it.” And we did. I loved running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the raised veins, and then licking his heavy balls. I knew what they held. I wanted his seed. No, I needed it, deep inside me. I couldn’t take his full length without gagging and he didn’t try to force me. I could feel his tension rising and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I also suspected he had other ideas. I soon learned I was correct. Kyle pulled back and said, “I need to fuck you.” It was both a statement of fact and a command. He stood up. I understood what was expected. I lay down on the bed, my head on a pillow. Kyle joined me on his knees. He took another pillow and slid it under my butt. He lifted my legs toward my chest and I gripped them to give him a clear view of my tight, clenched hole. Then I felt his stubble between my butt cheeks. Warm breath, then an even warmer and very wet tongue, around my hole. I felt myself relaxing into a delicious trance, everything focused on one very sensitive spot on my body. His tongue found its way inside me. Little bolts of erotic energy radiated from my ass, reaching all the way to my toes. “I think you’re ready to be fucked,” Kyle announced. “I prefer bareback, but that’s your call. The last time I tested I was negative, but that was a while back. I’ve hosted some parties since then. I don’t use PrEP.” In all my fantasies about him, I took him raw. I wasn’t about to let anything come between us now. “No condom,” I replied. “That’s good, because I don’t have any rubbers with me.” Kyle applied some lube to his dick and worked some into my hole. Then he placed the tip against my hole. “Your ass is about to become a cunt, Andy. Do you like the way that sounds? A cunt.” “Yes, baby. That sounds really hot. Turn my ass into a cunt.” I felt a burning sensation. At first, I didn’t think he would fit, but his steady pressure and my determination to relax and let him enter me did the trick. (The lube helped, too.) I felt my sphincter ease and then he was inside me. “God, you’re so big!” I murmured. “Honey, that’s just the head,” Kyle replied, smiling. “There’s a lot more.” “I want it all.” Slowly Kyle went deeper. The fullness was exquisite. My entire body quivered with the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. For a moment I thought of Beth and how this was how she must have felt when I was inside her. But that thought vanished as I was lost in my own pleasure. After a few minutes – time no longer had any meaning – I felt Kyle’s pubic hair brush up against my ass cheeks. He lay forward atop me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, thrilled by his muscular body as I ran my hands along his back and arms. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his tongue. When he paused, I smiled and said, “You’re so deep inside me, Kyle. It feels like your cock is going to come all the way out of my throat.” He liked hearing I thought he had a big cock, even though he knew his was my first. He raised himself up and I slid my legs into the crook of his elbows. Now he began to move in and out, each thrust sending a charge through my entire body. “Pump your cock to match my rhythm,” he grunted. I did as he said, even though I just wanted to focus on the pleasure in my ass. My cock got very hard as I stroked it. I felt something building inside me. Kyle was grunting; I was whimpering, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” My load exploded, spurts of my sticky, slick cum flying across my abdomen. The spasming in my ass gripped Kyle’s cock in tight pulses, and he erupted a few seconds later in deep rapid thrusts. I felt a strange wetness inside me. Kyle had seeded me. I loved the sensation. After a few minutes, he softened inside me and then slipped out. We turned on our sides, him behind me with his strong arm wrapped possessively around me, and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were sensual, about Kyle and other men, all of us together and all of them fucking me. As I started to awaken, I became aware that someone else had entered the room. Then I heard Beth’s soft voice. “Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like two gay men in my bed. Looks like they’ve been fucking in my bed.” Kyle sat up. “Hi, Beth. You were right. Andy is into guys.” It dawned on me that they had planned this encounter. “You texted her before, right?” I said to Kyle. “Yup,” he answered, kissing my neck. “Hope you’re not angry with me, honey.” I turned and gave him a deep tongue kiss. “Not at all, baby.” “Well, I’m angry, Andy” Beth said, smiling. She didn’t seem angry at all. “First, you lied about not having a crush on Kyle. Second, you cheated on me, and with a man no less. And third, you’re obviously a faggot, and you kept denying who you really are. Kyle, I think Andy needs to be punished.” “OK,” he answered. “On your hands and knees, Andy, facing Beth.” I did as I was told. Kyle moved behind me, eased my legs apart, pumped his cock a few times, and thrust it inside of me. He wasn’t gentle this time. I grunted as he penetrated me. I took a deep breath. It hit me that I was being fucked by another man while me wife stood in front of me, watching. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by the scene. SMACK! Kyle’s hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. “Ouch!” I cried; Beth’s eyes widened. SMACK! “Thank you, Kyle,” I said. Several more slaps followed, until my ass cheeks felt very warm. With each blow I saw Beth’s eyes blink. I rested on my elbows. She kneeled in front of me and gripped my hands. “You shouldn’t have lied to me,” she said. “I know,” I answered. Several more loud smacks followed. Then Kyle stopped and lay on my back. I let go of Beth’s hands, and Kyle gripped mine. He developed a nice in-and-out motion. I turned my head to kiss him. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I urged. “Fuck me hard and cum inside me again.” I was soon rewarded by another powerful orgasm. I looked up at Beth. She had a strange, knowing expression on her face. Then she turned and walked out of the room. An hour later, Kyle and I dressed and went downstairs. Beth was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, as though nothing had happened. It seemed surreal. Kyle walked over to her, gave her a hug, and said I was welcome to stay at his house for a while until we had sorted things out. Over dinner Beth and I decided I should accept his offer. What he didn’t say was the offer included my first sex party with other men, the next weekend. Eight guys, all well-built. Kyle had told them about me. It was all bareback sex, and by the end of day two every one of them had fucked me at least once. Several had biohazard tattoos, so there wasn’t much doubt about their status. Kyle decided we should live together. Beth and I began to transform our relationship, from husband-and-wife to single-woman-and-gay-best-friend. She even started to talk about the men she was dating and how they were in bed. A few weeks later, I got really sick. Both Kyle and I got ourselves tested, and we were both positive. I can’t be sure he was the one who pozzed me, but I still like to think of him as my baby daddy. After all, like a good neighbor, he was there.

I love being called a faggot when I’m getting that random fuck it’s even better in a group setting. It keeps my hole hungry for more 😉💦

Hot thread. Reminds me of when I lived in an apartment in NYC in Chelsea. Most of the building was gay and would see the neighbors all on the apps. At the time Craigslist still worked so anonymous was easy. I had 4 regular cumdumps in the building. I knew all of them had boyfriends/husbands. All 4 were exactly the same...ass up, head down, blindfolded cumdumps. I probably fucked at least one of them once per week for years...miss those times! Was so nice to have convenient holes for anonymous breeding.

I love hours later that my beard smells like man ass and cum.

Just got back and hour ago to see a guy i played with a few times. Go 4 great loads! I texted him if he wanted company. He said he's a bit horny. I said ill fix that and I arrived 20 minutes later. We went straight to the bed room and stripped as he pushed me to the bed and pulled my ass to the edge. He threw a bottle and said get yourself ready. I got ready as he poured lube on my hole i saw his cock was friggin hard at attention. He leaned over and thrusted it in. I almost screamed as it popped in fast and immediately pounded for a while with my leggs over his shoulders. I thought I heard outside noises but kept enjoying the pounding. He growled as he blew and as he pulled out another guy was at the door naked and jerking. He moved in and slid in fast before I could say anything. He pounded away and my friend put a pillow over my face as the pounding got harder. He lasted a few minutes and blew a load. I thought it was over and someone pushed to pillow harder on my face as I felt a cock pull out and another went in. He was quick as hell maybe 5 minutes and felt him lay on me as he pulled out The pillow was pushed away and I heard some noises in the other room as my friend said that was hot and flipped me on my stomach as he got on me and pushed in again for another load. He got up as I got up and said wtf I wasn't ready for that. He said I didn't care your a whore so my friends came after we talked. I kida laughed as I got dressed and left

Chapter 26 The drive home from the work site was a blur of asphalt and aching silence. Jordan’s mind, for once, wasn’t on Chad or the lingering echo of their last hotel-room encounter. It was a state away, in his own house, with the two people he’d built a life with. He’d called them last night. No answer. He’d texted this morning. Nothing. A cold, leaden dread had been growing in his gut all day, a stark contrast to the humid summer air flooding through the truck’s open window. Pulling into the driveway, the dread solidified into a hard, icy rock. The driveway was empty. No Jared’s beat-up sedan. No Blake’s sleek motorcycle. No. They’re just out. They’re shopping. They’re getting food. The excuses were weak, pathetic things that dissolved the moment he killed the engine. The silence that greeted him was absolute and profoundly wrong. He pushed open the garage door, the creak of the hinge absurdly loud in the quiet. “Jared? Blake?” His voice bounced off the walls, unanswered. He stepped into the kitchen. Nothing on the counter. No note. The living room was… clean. Too clean. The throw blankets were neatly folded. The video game controllers were lined up with military precision on the media console. Jared never did that. He took the stairs two at a time, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He shoved open the door to their shared bedroom. Empty. The closets were half-empty, hangers dangling askew. The dresser drawers were pulled open, hollowed out. All of Blake’s graphic tees, all of Jared’s flannels and worn jeans—gone. The bathroom was next. His items sat alone on the counter. Their toothbrushes, their products, the special beard oil Chad had given Jared—vanished. They were gone. They had moved out. Together. A wave of vertigo washed over him. He staggered back, leaning against the doorframe for support. Why? What had he done? There were no fights, no jealousy, no slammed doors or bitter words. The last time he’d seen them, they’d been wrapped up in each other on the couch, smiling, telling him about their boring day. It was a lie. It had all been a lie. The panic was a live wire now, sparking under his skin, stealing the air from his lungs. He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the hallway floor, knees pulled to his chest. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. His hands were shaking. Who did he call? His parents? They wouldn’t understand. A friend? He didn’t have any others. They had been his whole world. On pure, desperate instinct, his trembling fingers found his phone. He scrolled past Jared’s name, past Blake’s, and landed on the last person he’d been with. He hit call. Chad answered on the second ring. “Hey, man. You make it back okay?” The sound of his voice, so normal, so grounded, was the final crack in Jordan’s composure. A choked sob escaped him. He couldn’t form words. “Jordan?” Chad’s tone shifted instantly, all casualness evaporating. “Jordan, talk to me. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” “They’re… they’re gone,” he finally managed, the words raw and broken. “Everything’s… empty. They left me.” “Sit tight,” Chad’s voice was firm, a command that cut through the static in Jordan’s head. “Don’t move. I’m on my way.” The line went dead. Jordan let the phone clatter to the floor, burying his face in his hands. The silence of the house pressed in on him, a heavy, suffocating weight. Minutes later, the roar of a familiar truck engine cut through the quiet, followed by the slam of a door. Heavy, urgent footsteps pounded up the front porch steps. The front door swung open. “Jordan?” He heard Chad’s voice echo through the empty downstairs before his bootfalls sounded on the stairs. He appeared at the top, his broad frame filling the hallway. His eyes, dark with concern, found Jordan crumpled on the floor. In two long strides, Chad was there. He didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees and gathered Jordan into his arms, pulling him against his chest. Jordan collapsed into him, his body wracked with silent, shuddering sobs he could no longer contain. “Shhh, I’ve got you,” Chad murmured, his voice a low rumble against Jordan’s ear. One large, calloused hand cradled the back of Jordan’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. The other rubbed slow, firm circles on his back. “I’ve got you. Just let it out.” He held Jordan tightly, his embrace an anchor in a suddenly unmoored world. Jordan clung to the rough fabric of Chad’s work shirt, inhaling the familiar scents of diesel, clean sweat, and just Chad. It was the only thing that felt real. Chad held him through the worst of it, until the sobs subsided into shaky, hiccupping breaths. He didn’t say empty platitudes. He didn’t ask stupid questions. He just held him, his own heart hammering a frantic, hopeful rhythm against Jordan’s chest. This is it, Chad thought, his face buried in Jordan’s hair. This is my chance. The thought was immediate, selfish, and utterly overwhelming. For weeks, this man in his arms had been all he could think about. Jordan made him feel safe, seen, and fucking alive in a way he’d never experienced. The sex was earth-shattering, yeah, but it was the quiet moments after, the easy laughter, the shared looks—that’s what had cemented it. He was head over heels, desperately in love, and he’d been trying to find the nerve, the perfect moment to say it. But this… seeing Jordan so completely shattered, so vulnerable… this wasn’t the right time. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t confess his feelings now. It would be taking advantage. So he just held on tighter, pouring every ounce of the love he couldn’t say into that simple, solid embrace. “I don’t understand,” Jordan whispered against his neck, his voice hoarse. “Why would they just go? Without a word?” “I don’t know, man,” Chad said softly, his lips brushing against Jordan’s temple. “But you’re not alone. You hear me? You’re not alone in this.” He leaned back just enough to look at Jordan’s face, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear from his cheek. The proximity was electric. Jordan’s eyes, red-rimmed and lost, searched his. Chad’s gaze dropped to Jordan’s lips for a heartbeat too long, the air between them thickening with something far more complex than comfort. “I’m right here,” Chad breathed, his voice barely a whisper, a pr omise and a question all at once. Chapter 27 The warm, damp spot on Chad’s shirt grew larger as Jordan’s sobs finally began to subside, the raw, wrenching sounds softening into shaky, hitching breaths. He felt hollowed out, scraped clean by the shock and the crying. Chad’s arms never loosened their hold, his hand a steady, comforting pressure on the back of Jordan’s head. Jordan tilted his face up, his vision blurred by remaining tears. Chad’s concerned face was inches from his, his brow furrowed, his own eyes shining with an emotion Jordan was too overwhelmed to name. Without a single conscious thought, driven by a need for comfort that was more primal than any logic, Jordan closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips to Chad’s. It was a messy, salty kiss, wet with tears and the faint, embarrassing smear of snot from Jordan’s nose. He didn’t care. He poured every bit of his confusion, his loss, and his desperate need for connection into it, clinging to Chad like he was the only solid thing in a world that had just collapsed. He kissed him for what felt like an eternity, a silent plea for the ground to stop shifting beneath his feet. When he finally pulled back, gasping for air, his cheeks flushed with a heat that was entirely new, regret instantly flooded him. “Chad, I’m… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… that was…” Chad’s hand, which had stilled on his back, began to move again in slow, calming circles. His voice was low, a soft rumble that vibrated through Jordan’s entire body. “No. Don’t apologize. It’s okay.” He brushed a stray tear from Jordan’s cheek with his thumb, his calloused skin rough yet incredibly gentle. “I was wanting to kiss you, too.” They stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads resting together, their breath mingling. Jordan’s heart was no longer hammering from panic, but from something else entirely, something terrifying and exhilarating. Chad’s eyes, dark and intense, searched his, and Jordan saw the internal battle raging within them. “Jordan…” Chad began, his voice husky. He took a deep, shaky breath, as if steeling himself. “I know… I know this is the worst possible time. The absolute worst. And I’ve been trying to find a better moment for weeks, but… I can’t wait another minute. Seeing you like this… I can’t hold it in.” He leaned back just enough to look Jordan directly in the eye, his gaze unwavering, raw with a vulnerability Jordan had never seen in the rugged man before. “I have been racking my brain every single day since that first time in the hotel,” Chad confessed, the words pouring out in a rushed, earnest torrent. “Thinking about you. About us. About how you make me feel. I was so unsure, man. So fucking confused. I’ve never… felt this for anyone. Not like this.” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “But I can’t deny it anymore. I’m not confused. I’m in love with you, Jordan.” The declaration hung in the silent hallway, so immense it seemed to absorb all the sound in the world. Jordan could only stare, his mind struggling to process the words. Chad continued, his voice gaining strength, filled with a wondrous awe as he cataloged his feelings. “I’m in love with your stupid, perfect smile that makes your eyes crinkle. I’m in love with your laugh, the way you throw your head back and just let go. I’m in love with this body,” he said, his hand slipping from Jordan’s back to splay across his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart. “The way you move, the strength in you. I’m even in love with your smell—like clean sweat and that cheap shampoo you use and just… you.Everything. I’m just… completely in love with you.” Jordan was speechless. The emptiness left by Jared and Blake’s abandonment was suddenly filled with a roaring, incandescent light. All the clandestine glances at the shipyard, the possessive grabs in the hotel, the tender way Chad had cared for him during sex—it all snapped into a perfect, stunning picture. “But…” Jordan finally managed, his voice a disbelieving whisper. “I thought you were straight?” A slow, genuine smile spread across Chad’s face, softening his sharp features. “Labels are just words, man. They don’t mean a damn thing. I love Jordan. I wouldn’t care if you were a guy, a girl, or a fucking brilliant alien from another planet. I just love you. For you.” It was the sweetest, most overwhelmingly honest thing anyone had ever said to him. The last of the ice around Jordan’s heart shattered. A choked, half-sob, half-laugh escaped him as fresh tears, these born of pure, unadulterated joy, welled in his eyes. “I love you too, Chad,” he breathed, the words feeling more right and true than anything he’d ever uttered. “God, I love you so much.” The relief that washed over Chad’s face was profound. He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for weeks and pulled Jordan into a fierce, crushing hug, burying his face in his neck. They held each other in the quiet hallway, surrounded by the ghosts of a past life, but firmly anchored in the stunning reality of their new beginning. After a long while, Chad shifted. The look in his eyes changed from one of comfort to one of smoldering intent. The hand on Jordan’s chest slid lower, over the tight muscles of his stomach, coming to rest at the waistband of his work pants. The touch was no longer just comforting; it was a question. “They don’t get to take this from us,” Chad murmured, his lips grazing Jordan’s earlobe. “This is ours.” Jordan answered him by capturing his mouth in another kiss, this one deep, hungry, and full of promise. It was a claiming. A consummation of words with action. Chad met his hunger with his own, his tongue sliding against Jordan’s as his fingers worked open the button of his jeans, then the zipper. The rasp of the denim was deafening in the silence. Chad broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down between them. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jordan’s pants and underwear and pushed them down in one smooth, determined motion. Jordan kicked them off, his hard cock springing free, already leaking. Chad’s gaze was rapt, worshipful. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his own hands going to his belt buckle. The clink of the metal, the rough sound of his own zipper coming down, sent shivers of anticipation through Jordan. Chad shoved his heavy work pants and boxer briefs down his muscular thighs, his thick, uncut cock standing proud and full. They stood there for a heartbeat, naked in the hallway, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows around them. The air crackled with a new, profound intimacy. This wasn’t a frantic hookup in a cheap hotel room. This was different. This was theirs. Chad reached out, his hand not going for Jordan’s cock, but instead cupping his jaw, his thumb stroking his cheek. “I want to make love to you,” he said, the words a soft, reverent vow. “Will you let me do that?” Jordan’s answer was to take his hand and lead him, not to the empty bedroom that echoed with loss, but toward his own room down the hall. As they passed the threshold, Chad pulled him close again, his strong arms wrapping around him, their bodies aligning from chest to thigh. The feeling of their cocks pressed together, hard and hot between them, was an electric shock. Chad’s mouth found his again, slower this time, deeper. It was a kiss that spoke of belonging, of a future he’d been too afraid to imagine. His hands roamed Jordan’s back, down to the swell of his ass, pulling their hips even tighter together in a slow, grinding rhythm that made Jordan’s head spin. “My turn to take care of you,” Chad whispered against his lips, his voice thick with emotion and desire. THE END THANKS EVERYONE I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

Chapter 4 - The conversion The world vanished into deep, rich black silk. He tied it firmly but not painfully behind my head, the knot pulling just enough to emphasize my helplessness. My other senses exploded into hyper-awareness, each one suddenly a raw nerve ending. I heard his measured footsteps on the concrete, moving around me, the slight scuff of his expensive shoes a deliberate punctuation in the heavy silence. I felt the cool, almost clinical air of the expansive room on my bare skin, a stark contrast to the internal inferno already raging within me. My pulse throbbed in my temples, a frantic drumbeat against the hum of the drugs already coursing through my system. Before he’d blindfolded me, the scene had been a blur of neon and shadow. I’d arrived already buzzing, a few tabs of Molly dissolving that pesky voice of conscience, an initial gulp of G loosening my limbs and my inhibitions. But he had upped the ante. He’d laid out the works: a mirror glinting with crystalline shards of Tina, a small vial of clear liquid, and a sterile pack containing a new syringe. “This is about more than just a fuck,” he’d said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. “This is about surrender. Total, absolute. You want the payment? You earn the experience.” He’d insisted on the ‘booty bump’. A small, meticulous line of crushed Tina, carefully mixed with a drop of water, drawn into an oral syringe. The clinical precision of it was almost a turn-on in itself. He’d guided my trembling hand, the applicator slick with lube, as I eased it into my own asshole, pressing the plunger. The rush had been immediate, a molten wave of heat blooming deep inside, spreading outwards, sharpening every sensation, every desire. He’d followed suit, a shared intimacy of self-violation that bound us even before our skin touched. The Molly made me crave connection, the G made me careless, and the Tina… the Tina made me an insatiable, reckless animal. Now, blindfolded, his presence was a magnetic force. I smelled the sharp, chemical tang of poppers when he uncapped the bottle nearby, the scent tearing through the residual haze of the other drugs. “Hands on the table,” he commanded, his voice a gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the very air around me, cutting through my heightened senses. I obeyed, my hands flat against the cold, smooth leather of the examination table. The leather itself felt alive, cool and yielding beneath my palms. I heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he undressed, the material whispering against itself, revealing hints of the taut, muscular body I knew was beneath. Then his hands were on me, gloved in latex, slick with cold lube. They were impersonal and efficient, turning me around, guiding my hips to lie back on the table. He spread my legs, lifted them, adjusting me with a practiced ease that made me feel utterly dehumanized, yet thrillingly exposed. His fingers, deft and unyielding, began circling my asshole, dilating and stretching me, pressing deeply, exploring every inch of my opening without asking for permission. The clinical nature of it, the cold, latex-covered invasion, was its own unique kind of depravity, stripping away all pretense of romance or even mutual desire. I was a subject. An experiment. A vessel. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic drum against the backdrop of my roaring drug-addled brain. The Tina had me rigid, my muscles trembling with a barely contained energy, my cock already painfully hard, ready to explode. The G had me loose and pliant, my asshole relaxed even under his relentless assault. The Molly had stripped away my fear, replacing it with a desperate need for all of it. Then I felt the head of his cock, blunt and insistent, at my entrance. It was bigger than I remembered from the hazy night on the couch, from the quick, anonymous touch that had initiated this dark bargain. A thick, veiny column, slicked with my own lube, pressing, prodding. “The poppers,” he said again, his voice a gravelly whisper right by my ear, the sound a physical vibration against my skin. He held the bottle to my nose. “Now.” I inhaled deeply, the ammonia fumes burning my nostrils, then blossoming behind my eyes, a dizzying, head-rushing explosion of pure, mind-numbing sensation. The world tilted, spun, and for a glorious, terrifying second, ceased to exist. In that same instant, as the chemical high erased the last shreds of my resistance, melting me into a puddle of pure, raw sensation, he thrust into me. It was one smooth, brutal motion. He buried himself to the hilt, stretching me to my absolute limit, filling me completely, a hot, heavy mass of flesh. I cried out, a strangled sound that was equal parts pain and overwhelming ecstasy. My body seized around him, accepting, yielding, desperate for more. The poppers hammered everything home, locking me into this moment of exquisite, agonizing pleasure. He set a punishing rhythm from the start, each thrust jarring me against the cold leather of the table, driving me deeper into the abyss of sensation. He was silent except for his ragged breathing, the animalistic grunts that escaped his throat with each powerful stroke. This wasn’t about mutual pleasure. This was about ownership. About transmission. About a transaction being fulfilled. Suddenly, a different cold sting, a sharp prick on my forearm, cutting through the haze. My mind, drug-addled as it was, registered the familiar sensation. A slam. He wasn’t just fucking me; he was initiating a different kind of penetration, a different kind of shared experience. I heard the faint click of the plunger as he injected something into my vein, then his own low hiss of satisfaction as, I presumed, he slammed himself too, a shared ritual of chemical surrender while he was still buried inside me. The second rush hit me almost immediately, a fresh, electric wave of Tina surging through my bloodstream, amplifying every nerve ending, every tremor, every thrust. My body became a conduit for pure sensation, my thoughts dissolving into a soup of insatiable lust and dizzying oblivion. “This is what you sold,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort, his hips grinding into me with renewed ferocity. “This is what you bought.” He wasn’t talking to me, not really. He was talking to himself, narrating the event, cementing the terms of our dark contract to the universe. One of his hands found my hair, tangling in it, pulling my head back, exposing my throat, my vulnerability. The other closed around my already throbbing cock, stroking me with a relentless, knowing rhythm that mirrored his own thrusts. I was babbling, begging, though I didn’t know for what. For him to stop? For him never to stop? For this glorious, terrifying oblivion to swallow me whole? The combined effects of Molly, G, Tina, poppers, and the fresh slam had me utterly unhinged, my body a puppet to his every command, my mind lost in a shimmering fog of pleasure and fear. I felt the tension coiling in my gut, the familiar pull of an impending orgasm, but it was different this time. Darker, deeper, tainted with the primal fear of the unknown, yet liberated by the utter surrender. My body was screaming, stretched to its breaking point, yet aching for more, for this relentless invasion to continue, to consume me entirely. “You’re going to take it,” he growled, his pace becoming frantic, erratic, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, each impact a punch to my gut. “You’re going to take my load. You’re going to remember this feeling for the rest of your life. The feeling of becoming.” His words, infused with the guttural release of his own impending climax, tipped me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, violent and uncontrollable, painting stripes across my stomach and chest as my cock spasmed relentlessly. I screamed into the blindfold, a guttural, primal sound that was torn from the deepest part of my being, my body seizing around him, clinging to him even as I bucked against the table. My climax triggered his. With a final, deep, almost guttural roar, he stilled, buried inside me, his body trembling violently. I felt the hot, pulsing release, wave after wave of his molten seed pumping into me, filling me to overflowing. The physical manifestation of the transaction. The moment of conversion. A tremor wracked his body, and he let out a long, low groan that sounded like victory, like a predator sated. He collapsed on top of me for a moment, his weight heavy and warm, his breath hot against my ear. Then, with a sudden, almost clinical detachment, he pushed himself up and pulled out of me. The loss of his presence was a physical ache, an emptiness that echoed the void left by the drugs now beginning their inevitable descent from their peak. I felt a cold trail of his come leaking out of me, mixing with the lube and my own bodily fluids, running down my inner thighs. He untied the blindfold. The sudden rush of light was blinding, harsh, cruel after the intense darkness. I blinked up at him, my eyes struggling to adjust, the fluorescent overhead lights throwing stark shadows across his face. He was looking down at me, his expression unreadable, a strange mix of exhaustion and triumph. Sweat gleamed on his chest, on his brow, the remnants of his exertion. He looked down at where his spend was already leaking out of me onto the black leather, a shimmering, sticky testament to what had just transpired. “It is done,” he said, his voice flat now, all the passion and intensity spent, replaced by a cold finality. He turned and walked away, his back to me, not sparing another glance. He began to dress, methodically, as if nothing profound had just happened. I was left lying there, shattered and transformed, my body still buzzing with the chaotic symphony of drugs and lingering pleasure, my mind reeling from the raw, undeniable impact of the experience. The $50,000 problem was finally solved, a debt paid in the most absolute currency. But a million-dollar worth of new ones, unseen and terrifying, had just begun to bloom in the darkest corners of my soul. The conversion was complete. I was no longer just me; I was a host, a vessel, irrevocably altered, carrying the heavy weight of a secret, and perhaps, a new life ticking inside

I was born to suck cock. From the first time when I wrapped my lips around my uncle’s cock at 9 til now.

For me, it is about the fact that this guy has his entire cock INSIDE of me.... I relish the feeling as his cock head splits me open. I love the feeling of his shaft stroking in and out and causing warmth from the friction. Most of my fuck buddies love to talk dirty and are telling me to get ready to feel their hot cum spurt way up inside my gut. Then that feeling of wet, warmth oozing inside of me. I can feel it. I milk it with my ass muscles, trying to get every drop of cum from his spewing cock. But then, some nice slow churning of that load inside. I love to feel him stroking nice and slow, right to the edge of the inside of my ass... then pushing that cum all around the inside some more. When he softens enough... feeling the cock head stretch those ass lips on the way OUT of my hole... and leaking all that cum as it is pulled out.

I got a message on bbrt from a 40 something black guy who was in town on business. He kept telling me what a hot ass I had and that he wanted to meet and see where things went from there. We met at a bar near his hotel last night and had a few drinks before he asked if I wanted to go back to his room with him. I said yes and we left. I started to rub his crotch in the elevator from the lobby and we barely made it in the door before we started pulling clothes off and we’re making out. His cock was fully hard and huge, a solid 9 inches at least. I had a hard time sucking him because of how big his dick was but he really seemed to enjoy me gagging on it since he kept forcing me on it as I choked. He started to eat me out before he started grinding his cock on my ass and slowly pushing the head into my hole. He finally grabbed some lube and started working his cock into my hole, slowly so he could get all of his cock inside. He would pull out almost all the way before sliding back in and slowly started building a consistent pace. He had me on my back, legs on his shoulders so he could looking into my eyes as he fucked me. It was so hot watching his face as he started to shoot his load up into me, never breaking eye contact. Once he came we laid in the bed making small talk before he started getting hard again and rolled me over onto my stomach, climbed on top and slide into my cummy hole. He said my hole was nice and loose for him now and he went to town pounding me before planting another load inside of me. He’s in town until Saturday so we’re going to get together again Friday night.

Part 6 - The Birthday Gift A week later and classes finally finished for the academic year, Ethan and Adam sat on the grass relaxing and watching all the other students heading home, Ethan was feeling lethargic and hot so he was glad when they eventually went their separate ways. The June weather being particularly kind with blue skies and humid conditions, but Ethan had already decided to skip the Hamptons in favour of getting his college work done so that he could at least enjoy a few weeks relaxing, his family would be gone for at least a month. He heard his father talking about some business he had to conclude next week in the city for one of his corporate clients and he would drive there from the Hamptons, he knew no one would be home for the month. When he eventually reached home he collapsed on the sofa hot and exhausted, he figured he was coming down with a cold and more annoyed that it was starting right at this point. He didn't feel like eating and wondered upstairs and laid on the bed falling asleep quickly. The morning sunlight streamed in to his bedroom, he had a raging headache and felt very queasy, quickly he jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom where he started heaving in to the toilet, sweat ran down his face as he sat on the floor his head resting against the coolness of the tiled wall for some comfort. He had no idea how long he had been sitting there and slowly rose to his feet heading back to bedroom he undressed and climbed in to bed, as the day wore on he felt worse and suffered alone. He was woken by his phone alerting him to a message, reaching over he picked it up and saw a message from Angelo he was not in the mood and placed the phone back on the bedside cabinet. Besides he was going to heed Adam's advice and cut off ties with him thinking it would be the best course of action. Ethan laid looking up at the ceiling and debating if he should call his mother and tell her he was sick and laid up in bed, he knew that she would probably drive home to be with him, he didn't even get chance to think it through before he dozed off again. His phone pinged again and he reached over to retrieve it seeing another message from Angelo so reluctantly he opened the first message 'Your quiet', he scrolled to the next one 'Don't ignore me'. Ethan not really thinking straight typed a reply 'Sorry, I am not well, in bed' he looked at this response for a moment then tapped the send button. His reply came immediately 'What's wrong, do you have flu?, give me your address and I will bring you back to mine'. Ethan laid back looking at the screen until it switched off, he really didn't know what to do. He had no idea why he did it but Ethan unlocked the phone and typed his address and sent it. Angelo laughed to himself knowing that Ethan lived in Harrison which was only a twenty minute drive from Larchmont, he replied telling Ethan to be ready in thirty minutes. Ethan sat bolt upright shouting 'fuck, fuck, fuck', he realised he had just given Angelo his address, if he could go any whiter than he currently looked he made a very good attempt at it. He had just made the fatal mistake of giving his address to him, and knew that Angelo could now get to him whenever he wanted. Reluctantly Ethan hauled himself out of bed and threw on some joggers and a top and sat on the front door step as the sun started to sink lower in the sky, his head in his hands as the car pulled up, he looked up seeing Angelo's face who called out for him to get in. Ethan sat in the passenger seat and Angelo looked at Ethan's sweat covered face. The car pulled away for the short trip to Larchmont, Ethan paid little attention where they were going until the car stopped and Angelo got out and came round to the passenger side, he picked Ethan up and carried him inside up to his bedroom. Angelo undressed him and laid in in bed, he put the TV on and slipped in to bed beside Ethan cuddling up next to him, within minutes Ethan was fast asleep. Angelo watched Ethan sleeping in his arms he felt a sensation wakening in his body at being happy to able to care for someone, after all it had been a long time, Angelo fell asleep with a smile on his face. Ethan woke at the sound of movement, it was dark outside as Angelo entered the bedroom with some food and water. He helped Ethan sit up and began to feed him. "How are you feeling?" Angelo asked dipping the spoon in the soup. Ethan sighed "Not as bad as this morning, I've never been this ill". "It looks like the fever has broken so it will pass soon enough" Angelo replied. Ethan looked at Angelo "What will?". "I expect it is your body reacting to the hiv virus" Angelo put the bowel on the bedside table. Ethan sobbed and put his head in his hands "You did this to me". "If I hadn't someone else would have, you saw what that place is like" Angelo said with no expression. Ethan wiped the tear from his eye "You have ruined my life". Angelo shook his head "You put yourself in the bathhouse no one else did that". Ethan sobbed "Why did you do it?". "To take your virginity and give you a gift for your birthday" Angelo replied looking at him. Ethan stopped and looked at him "Wait, how did you know it was my birthday?". Angelo laughed "Brad told me, you don't think someone like you doesn't get noticed do you?". Ethan placed his head in his hands again "Is it just a game to you ruining lives". Angelo smirked at Ethan "It's sex whatever way you look at it". "For you maybe it is, but you have just taken my future away" Ethan sobbed in his hands. Angelo looked at him "You need to go to a clinic and get tested that...." Ethan cut him off "I should go this is all wrong". "Go where?" Angelo moved closer to Ethan. "Home, this is all wrong I need to be alone" Ethan moved and sat on the edge of the bed. "I own you, your not going anywhere" Angelo's tone changed as he reached up to stroke Ethan's head. Ethan flinched and pushed him away, his actions provoked a reaction he never expected. Angelo twisted Ethan's body around with force and pushed him flat on bed, his hands held Ethan's shoulders down so he could not move. It happened so quickly Ethan screamed and thrashed about under the weight of Angelo, his ass burning in pain. Angelo gave no warning or indication he just forced his cock deep in to Ethan's ass and began hammering his body in to the mattress. Every time Ethan tried to escape and move Angelo fucked him harder. Ethan pleaded and cried for him stop but the fucking continued and rained down into his ass. His voice grew hoarse and his body to weak to fight he sobbed in to the bed sheet waiting for it to be over. Angelo was focused on the job at hand but couldn't hold back, he just found the young lad sexy and it brought him to orgasm quickly. Angelo pushed his cock in deep and locked his hips up tight against Ethan as he let out a loud grunt releasing a fresh quantity of potent seed in to his boy. Ethan cried as he felt each breeding contraction in his ass from the invading cock releasing more seed in to his body. Angelo panted heavily next to Ethan's face and kissing his neck he whispered 'Never push me away, you belong to me, never forget that I own you!'. He followed with several had thrusts to reinforce his statement to Ethan. In some far off bizarre way and through the pain of what he endured he felt a very strange desire for Angelo, but he knew he had just seen part of Angelo's aggressive side. Slowly Angelo withdrew his cock from Ethan's ass and rolled on to his back and looked at the ceiling, he didn't know what had come over him to behave like this. Yes he had been brutal with other men but never on this scale to someone so young, was he really that afraid that he had pushed the young guy to far and may have scared him off. He turned his head to look at him, Ethan laid on his stomach to exhausted to move. He daren't move, his body ached and his ass was in pain, he now only comprehended Adam's warning and should have trusted him. There was an eerie silence in the room and Ethan closed his eyes as he felt Angelo moving on the bed, he waited but nothing happened. Angelo sat on the edge of the bed looking at himself in the mirror, had he really become that much of a monster, never allowing anyone to get close and always keeping them at a distance to use and abuse when he wanted and on his terms. He saw the young guys reflection in the mirror still laying in the same position, it was the first time he had ever brought anyone back to his home since his previous partner from 5 years ago. He had caught him cheating and sat waiting for him to come home, when he did Angelo tried to fuck his partner who pushed him away saying he was not in the mood. Angelo slapped him and held his partner down before fucking him aggressively telling him that if he wanted to fuck with other men then he would treat him like the cheating whore he is. After he finished he dragged his partner by his legs naked in to the hallway outside their apartment and threw his clothes at him and locked the door. He vowed then never to let anyone get close to him for fear of rejection or deceit. But seeing the reflection of the young guy brought a sadness to him. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that to you" Angelo said watching the reflection in the mirror. Ethan turned on to his back "You hurt me, what did I ever do to you?" his voice shaking. Angelo looked at Ethan through the mirror "I'm so sorry" he said again and lowered his head. "Why would you do that to me?" a tear rolled down Ethan's face. Angelo stood up "I can't do this now, I will drive you home when you are ready" he left and closed the door. Ethan watched Angelo as he left the bedroom he saw deep sadness clearly on his face, Ethan rolled over on to his side going over what had just happened, his body still weak gave out and he fell asleep. The dreams came and went, the same dream of Angelo and him on a beach playing and walking in the surf. Ethan woke and saw the time was 3am and the house was silent the bed apart from him was empty, he needed a drink of water so he quietly got walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. He stopped at the bottom surprised to see Angelo sat in the lounge in darkness looking out in to the garden. He looked lost as he just stared out of the French windows at nothing, Ethan felt sorry for him, yes, what he did to him a few hours ago was unpleasant but his head was telling him it was not aggression against him personally. Ethan walked round the sofa and stood to the side of Angelo who quickly rubbed his eyes seeing the young guy standing there. Ethan had no idea what to do or had any experience of dealing with these things, he mustered up the courage. "Talk to me Angelo?" Ethan spoke softly. Angelo looked up at him "No, you better leave". Ethan stood there "Why did you, you owe me that much of an explanation?". "A complex of fear and emotion, you wouldn't understand" Angelo's gaze returned to the garden. Ethan kneeled down in front of him "Why won't you be open with me?". "Your just a fuck that was in the wrong place at the wrong time" Angelo spoke with sadness in his voice. Ethan touched Angelo's leg "Is that what you do, fuck and shut people out?" Angelo looked at him as he hit the nail on the head "Your very perceptive". "Do you think that people don't care for you despite what you did, I mean do?" Ethan stood up. Angelo's gaze returned to the garden "It makes things less complicated". "For you maybe, you don't even know my name do you?" Ethan looked Angelo in the eye. Angelo looked at him and shook his head "No, as I said it makes things less complicated". Ethan touched Angelo's hand "You are the only person I have had sex with or been so intimate with". "What I did upstairs was not intimate" he replied looking at Ethan's hand. Ethan looked at Angelo "I'm glad you know the difference. I can get a cab if you want me to leave now?". Angelo shrugged his shoulders "Do what you think is best for you, I won't stop you". There was an awkward silence between them for a moment, Ethan knew that he didn't want to leave as he had come to the realisation he found Angelo intriguing and somewhat crazy but liked him, but there was that nagging worry that he could turn and do it again. Ethan pulled his hand away and stood up. Angelo fixed his gaze on the young guy, seeing him standing there lit by moonlight he was undeniably attractive in many ways in his eyes. Angelo was hoping that it wasn't going to end like this, the young guy had in a short few weeks got closer to him than anyone had these past few years. Ethan stepped forward and sat on Angelo's lap looking him in the eye he kissed Angelo on the lips delicately. "At least come and lay in bed with me" Ethan spoke softly to him. Angelo nodded "Are you sure?". Ethan smiled "You told me upstairs that you owned me". Angelo stood picking Ethan up "Is that what you want, me to own you?". "I don't know, I'm so confused at the moment I can't think properly" Ethan replied. Angelo kissed him "I will lay with you until daylight then take you home". "Ethan, my name is Ethan and Ethan needs water" he told Angelo. Angelo broke a smile and carried him to the kitchen nodding towards the refrigerator, Ethan opened the door and retrieved a bottle of water. He clasped his hands around Angelo's neck as he carried him upstairs to the bedroom. Ethan was still feeling weak and exhausted and soon his heavy eyelids closed as he fell asleep. Angelo held Ethan in his arms and gently stroked his back until sleep overtook him as well. The sunlight woke Ethan who found his body enveloped by Angelo's muscled arms wrapped around him, feeling a lot better he laid there not stirring but looking out of the window and began thinking about his decision to explore sex. It had led him down a path he never suspected or wanted, yet he laid in the arms of the person who has destroyed his life and verged on raping him last night. Ethan didn't know what to make of Angelo's motives and if he was just another notch on the bed post, Angelo moved his arms pulling Ethan closer to him. Ethan laid there in bliss with the warmth of Angelo's body next to his, he had never felt so close to another man like he did right now and drifted off in to a comforting sleep. Angelo opened his eyes and glanced at the clock, it was early afternoon, Ethan was still sleeping and huddled up close against him, he gently removed his arms and slipped out of bed heading to the bathroom. Ethan stirred and realised he was alone in bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and took a sip of water. Standing up he walked over to the window looking out at how beautiful the day was and the how pretty the grounds and surrounding area looked. Ethan sensed Angelo had come back in to the bedroom. Angelo stood at the doorway from the bathroom and watched Ethan for a moment, he liked what he saw and loved the sexual naivety about him. Angelo crossed the room and stood behind him, Ethan felt the warm breath on his neck, he moved back a touch until their bodies touched. Angelo wrapped his arms around Ethan gently he did not hesitate and pushed back more to be closer as his ass rubbed against Angelo's semi hard cock. He was beginning to learn how to respond and respect the strange intoxicating power Angelo had over him now. He stroked Angelo's arm as Angelo kissed his neck, gently Angelo turned Ethan around picking him up and carried him to the bed, gently laying him down. There was no sex but what Ethan saw was a loving and tender moment, just the intimacy of them being together in each others arms kissing. At some point things turned in his head and Ethan hit the point where he did not want Angelo to let him go. Was he really falling for Angelo he thought to himself, his erratic dreams always involved Angelo at some point and they always ended with them on a beach walking in the surf. The sun was sinking lower in the sky and Ethan knew he had to get home and try to catch up on his course work, he was somewhat hesitant to bring up the subject not knowing how Angelo would react. Ethan turned to face Angelo "I have to go home Angelo". Angelo looked at him intently "I understand Ethan" he replied a little hesitantly. "Thank you for looking after me" Ethan moved and sat on the edge of the bed. Angelo moved up behind Ethan and kissed his neck "I am sorry about last night Ethan". "Why did you?" Ethan asked turning his head. Angelo stroked his head "You pushed me away, I don't like that and to many bad memories flooded back". "Oh" Ethan struggled to find his words "I should go". Angelo's hands dropped from Ethan's head "Okay" he sounded disheartened. The drive home was a pretty quiet as Ethan's emotions were in turmoil over if should see him again, but on the flip side he didn't know if Angelo would want to see him again. As the car pulled up to the driveway Ethan noticed that Angelo just stared dead ahead. "Thank you Angelo" Ethan said touching Angelo's arm. Angelo glanced at him "I am in the city on Wednesday and will be at the bathhouse at 4pm". Ethan opened the car door "Do you want me to be there?" he asked looking back. "No Ethan, you need to decide if you really want me to own you" Angelo replied. Ethan closed the car door slightly stunned and shocked at his reaction, it was as if Angelo had put his guard up again but it was in no way a demand. Ethan watched him pulling away disappearing down the tree lined road, he had already decided he would be at the bathhouse and knew that this action would mean surrendering himself to Angelo.