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Part 11 I am awakened by a knock on the door, needing a moment to realise where I am. It is Mark, who greets me with an apologising look as he enters Thomas’ guest room, where I have been staying the last couple of days. ‘Good morning, Luke or should I say good afternoon.’ ‘Good morning’ I manage to mumble through the bedsheets. ‘Luke, it seems like Thomas cannot be with you today.’ ‘Why?’ I ask uninterested. ‘He has fallen ill; he stays at mine at the moment so that I can keep an eye on him’ ‘Mmmh’ is all I manage. Suddenly, Mark pulls the bedsheets of me, apparently to get me out of bed. He doesn’t know that I sleep in the nude, but he isn’t bothered by it at all. ‘Come on Luke… you can sleep later; I make you coffee.’ With that he leaves the room, taking the bedsheets with him. Reluctantly I stumble out of bed and go to the bathroom, still to cocky to get dressed. After a few minutes I sit naked in the kitchen, drinking my cup of coffee, while Mark is talking on the phone. ‘Your brother sends his love’ Mark tells me with a smile ‘but he is with a doctor now, apparently he got hit hard by the flu’ ‘You mean the fuck flu’ I try teasingly. ‘It is too early to tell, but it looks like it, which would mean…’ ‘I lost the race’ I laugh into my cup of coffee. ‘Yes, but we will know it in two weeks. Now, what are your plans for today?’ ‘No sure, Tony won’t be here until tomorrow.’ ‘I have to get back to Thomas, but if you are up for it, you could help at my store. We have an event tonight. Of course, I would pay you.’ I think for a moment, the money would be great, as a student I gladly take it. ‘Sure, sounds good and the money would be great.’ Mark calls someone, then gives me the address of his shop, which I haven’t been to yet. After I finally manage to take a shower and get ready, I start to walk to the store. It is a lovely autumn day and the grey sweatpants season is in full swing, apparently Thomas lives near a gym and the guys going in and out are ridiculously hot. It takes all my strength to keep walking as I am expected at the store. Finally, I found the dark store-front and enter, I am hit immediately by the smell of leather. I need a moment to take it all in, as I am suddenly feeling a hand on my lower back. ‘Hi there, may I help you with something or are you just looking around?’ a beefy man with an inviting smile greets me. ‘Oh, no. I am Luke, Mark asked me to help at the store today’ I say way to fast. ‘Ah, Luke, nice to meet you. Yes, Mark has called me, we have a party tonight and need every helping hand. I am Daniel by the way and a hugger, so welcome to our team’ He takes me into a tight bear hug; I smell his cologne, which is perfectly mixed with the scent of his sweat. He calls out into the back of the store, and two men come towards me. ‘Graham and Frank let me introduce you to Luke, he will be helping us today.’ ‘Luke?’ the man, whose name is Frank, asks ‘are you the little brother of Thomas?’ ‘Yes, I am, but he isn’t feeling very well at the moment, so Mark asked me to help out’ I still answer a little too rapidly, but my nerves slowly calm down. ‘That’s great’ Frank hugs me tightly, before Graham steps towards me with his imposing figure, his hug more dominant. ‘Luke, lovely to meet you. Then let us get to work, we have a lot to do.’ And so, we start to prepare everything, they show me a backroom, which apparently is for socialising and another who is full of couches and mattresses for fucking. After almost three hours everything is set, drinks and snacks at the bar, lube and cleaning supplies at the fuck room. Daniel has been staying at the front to handle customers, while Frank, Graham and I arranged it all, both telling me about this special community Mark has created here. We have one hour left before the party starts and the guests arrive. Daniel has closed the windows, Frank and Graham started to change into their leather gear. I look a little lost, which Daniel notices. ‘Hey guys, can you come all to the front, please’ he calls to us. Frank, wearing only a harness is walking stark naked to Daniel, while Graham is following him with only a pair of beautifully fitted leather pants. I follow them. ‘So, guys I think our young Luke here is feeling a little left out. Let’s get him into gear and show him what our community is about.’ I swallow hard as I feel Frank stepping closer to me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips for a moment before he pulls my tank top over my head. To be exposed to those three beefy, hairy and muscular men arouses me, but before I can think about what is happening, Frank’s hands are back at my hips, but this time they slowly travel to the front of my jeans. His full body now pressed against my backside, his hairy chest on my back. As he opens my jeans, Graham steps forward and pushes them down, helping me out of them. Now I am standing in the middle of the room completely naked as I haven’t put on any underwear today. My cock is rock-hard, Frank’s massive penis fully-erect already between my ass cheeks and Graham in front of me, his biohazard tattoo blazing. ‘Well, well, looks like our little friend here is enjoying the attention’ Daniel says into the quiet room, staying away just watching the scene. Graham closes all the space between us and kisses me deeply. I can feel his tongue inside my mouth, his chest pressed against mine, while his cock is hard against his pants. Frank has started to thrust against me, his cock already smearing precum on my ass cheeks. As Graham breaks the kiss, he pushes me down on my knees, ordering me silently to suck Frank’s cock. I happily oblige, tasting the toxic precum on my tongue and taking the side of his scorpion tattoo in. The three letters increase the beating of my heart. I can’t believe that within a few months, I have chosen to search out poz cum and dicks. Suddenly, a hand takes my head away from Frank’s cock and a blindfold is put over my eyes. The darkness engulfing me completely. Someone guides me to another cock, this one pierced. As I take it in, I don’t care any more whose cock it is, even though I assume it is Graham's. I stay on my knees for a few minutes, before someone is pulling me up and bending me over. It only takes seconds before a cock is again inside my mouth, this time no piercing. But that is not the part I’m focussed on, as I feel someone preparing my hole with his tongue. When I feel the head of a cock at my entrance, the thrusting of the cock fucking my mouth slows a little to let me prepare for what is about to happen. And it happens with a violent thrust. The head of the cock penetrates my hole without hesitation, staying in place while my body fights against the intrusion. But it only takes a few moments before my hole opens voluntarily and the cock slides deeper inside me. With increased thrusting, this unknown cock finds his way into me. I don’t think I have ever had such a massive cock in my ass, the stretch is one thing, but it is the depth I struggle with. Then, a very hard pull on my hips forces the whole length of the cock inside me, I feel balls hitting my ass. ‘Great job Luke, now you and your brother can claim to have managed my cock completely’ I hear Franks voice through the store. I cannot answer as I have still a cock in my mouth, but as it isn’t pierced it must be Daniel’s. Both cocks are increasing their rhythm, which is only shortly disrupted by a loud high five as I apparently have been eifel-towered right now. It only takes seconds, but it changes the atmosphere, because now both men focus on me again with a more eager urge and hunger. Probably Daniel is forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me. Frank on the other side is thrusting with violence, his cock starting to twitch. I take this as a sign to clench my ass and push myself against the cock behind me, and it works, with a loud, primal moan a warm load is filling my insides. It takes Frank a long time to stop pushing his toxic cum inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my hole it is replaced by the pierced cock, which means Graham is now fucking me from behind. Daniel and Graham also decide to high five each other, but with the slap of the hands Daniel shoots his load rather unexpectedly into my throat, where his cock was buried. Now, that two toxic loads of openly poz men are inside me, my focus shifts to the pierced cock in my ass, still not able to see. Suddenly, another cock is in front of me, entering my mouth, this one thick and already leaking precum. Despite not knowing, who it is I take this cock willingly, my nose nuzzled in bushy hair and my hands caressing a tight, muscular torso and finally resting on a firm hairy ass. While I try to discover this man with my hands, Graham is pulling me closer, shooting his load slowly inside me, making it the third one. The unknown man, who is throat fucking me, takes his cock out of my mouth and pulls me up to give me a deep kiss. He turns me around, and pushes his cock inside me, keeping me upright. My cock is bouncing around, already some precum must be shooting around the store. I feel the hands of the man on my hips and his thrusting increases. With some very slow pulls back, but powerful pushes inside my hole I feel his cock pulsating. He plants a small kiss on my shoulders, then he pulls his cock out completely, before ramming it back in, shooting his load with a guttural moan. I come as well, no idea where my load is landing or how far it is going. As I feel his cock still pulsating inside me, his hands slowly travel to the blindfold. He takes both his hands to untie the knot, while still keeping his cock firmly placed in my hole. When the blindfold finally falls to the ground, it takes me a minute to open my eyes fully. I look into the smiling faces of Daniel, Frank and Graham, my cum apparently all over Graham’s chest as he had knelt before me. The unknown man puts his arms around my stomach and chest, pulling my back against his chest. ‘This was wonderful’ I hear Mark’s voice whispering into my ear.

Meet him on snifies. He asked if I was hosting and I told him I could. He took awhile but except my offer. Which was a good blow job. He asked if I bttm. I said well I think about it a lot. But I never have. He asked would you let me try? I asked him for a picture of his dick. 7”2.5” in girth. I sucked him like a Champ. Then he tried to finger my ass. So I gave him lube. I continued suck his monster cock. He gets on top of me missionary. He begins to work the head of his cock in after a short time he fucken Buried his cock balls deep. It was amazing i wanted to kiss him. But he was more interested in fucking me. He started to hit my hole hard and fast i wanted him to put his seed in my ass instead he pulled out and fired a massive load all on my gaping hole. Over all even the big dick had me worried. I took it like a good faggot!

Wow. Thank you all so much for the incredible feedback. Reading your comments, knowing you were right there with me, feeling that same mix of terror and excitement... it's a huge rush. It makes me want to dive back in and share what happened next. This next part is again fiction, but it's inspired directly by some of the encounters I've had in the last few days. Things are... escalating. And I need to get it out. Part 2: The Biker’s Offering You're 49. You have a successful job that you're good at, a life that looks stable and normal from the outside. You've been married to your wonderful husband for over ten years. He is, without a doubt, the man of your dreams, the man you want to grow old with. But, as it turned out over the years, you're both... well, you're both more bottoms. Your sex life gradually decreased to a beautiful, respectful zero. You have a weekend relationship, which means you live apart during the week. There's this unspoken agreement that you are exclusive on the weekends when you are together, but everyone is free to do what they want during the week. You have never, ever spoken about safe or bareback sex. But to you, it feels like you're expected to stay safe, even though there would be no risk for him if you didn't, given the complete lack of sex between you. Don't get it wrong, you truly love him and would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. This need... this is for you alone. It's your private addiction. So, the next day after the lunchtime encounter, with all its unknown risks, you're back at your desk. It's a lazy work day. At 11:30, you feel the urge to go to the toilet and take a big crap. As you sit there, feeling your ass extend, a sudden, powerful thought hits you. What if you took off for lunch a little longer? What if you went back to the same rest area? You are in your car before you've even fully processed the thought. When you get there, there's only one other car in the lot. An average-looking guy, a little younger than you, is leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. You stay in your car, figuring the woods are probably empty. Then the guy drops his cigarette, grounds it out with his boot, and starts walking towards the entrance to the woods. But he doesn't just walk. He turns around one last time and looks directly at you in your car. His eyes lock with yours through the windshield. It's an invitation. A challenge. Your hand moves on its own. You pull out your poppers. One deep sniff. The warmth starts to bloom. Two. The courage begins to surge. Three, four. The world dissolves into a haze of confident, chemically-induced lust. You're no longer a successful 49-year-old husband. You're a hunter. You open the car door and follow him into the trees. But as you walk, the memory of yesterday floods your mind. The memory of the young apprentice was so vivid, so powerful. But it was the question that was 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 now, today, you're following this younger guy into the woods. The memory of that solitary orgasm, the one you had while contemplating your potential conversion, makes your own cock throb with anticipation. You find him in a small clearing. He turns, and you see the look in his eyes. He's not the apprentice. He's just a guy. A guy who saw a hungry man in a car and decided to take a chance. You walk up to him in the small clearing. The air is thick with unspoken need, a palpable humidity of desire. He's exactly as you first saw him: average, maybe a little soft around the middle, with a nervous energy that clashes with your poppers-fueled confidence. You open your belts – he yours, you his – the metallic clicks sounding loud in the quiet woods. You pull each other's cocks out. He has this average, long but thin hard uncut cock, the foreskin already slick with precum. You wank each other, the familiar rhythm a mechanical comfort, like a dance you both know the steps to but have no passion for. You touch each other, your hands exploring chests, arms, faces. Your faces get closer, your cheeks touching. His stubble rubbing against your own trimmed beard, a scratchy, intimate sound that should ignite you, but doesn't. You kiss. Your tongues mingle, a wet, desperate dance, but it feels like performance. You're trying to find the apprentice in him, the dominant spark from yesterday, but all you can taste is hesitation and a weak, coffee-flavored tongue. There's no spark, no fire. He is hard and leaking, his body clearly ready, but your own PA cock is not getting fully hard. It's a heavy, inert piece of metal and flesh, a barometer of your soul's disinterest. Something is not right. The chemistry is off, the connection is false. You're going through the motions, a ghost playing at being a slut. Dropping to your knees feels like a strategic move, a way to do something, to force the arousal. You take his thin cock in your mouth. It's easy to take, the length sliding over your tongue. You blow him, working your lips and tongue, trying to convince yourself that this is what you want. Your body is on its knees, but your mind is somewhere else, replaying the apprentice's almost brutal, 30-second fuck. This feels like a chore, like sucking on a piece of pasta instead of taking a hard, thick risk. But with every bob of your head, the feeling of wrongness grows stronger. This isn't the primal, risky act you crave. This feels... clinical. In the end, you pull off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You separate, a silent, awkward agreement of failure. He zips up and walks away, disappearing towards the parking lot. While you were playing, another guy arrived and passed you, walking deeper into the woods. You're still horny, but the poppers effect is already gone, leaving you with only the bitter taste of frustration. You pull out your poppers and take a few more hits, the chemical rush washing over you again, trying to reignite the fire that's sputtering out. Then you look for him. You find him leaning against a large oak tree, looking like a character from a fairy tale. He's about 30, with a soft, round belly and a long, unkempt beard that frames a kind, gentle face. He seems approachable, safe. And a part of you hates him for it. You didn't come here for a gentle giant; you came here for a monster. You approach him. You grope each other's bulges. He pulls out his cock – a little nub of flesh, not even four inches hard, with a thick thatch of pubic hair. You wank him, your movements mechanical, but again, you can't get really hard. The frustration is mounting, a sour taste in your mouth. Again, you go on your knees, this time out of a desperate, last-ditch hope. A nice load of cum might stimulate you, might get you hard. You take him in your mouth. He tastes nice, clean, like freshly washed skin and the faint scent of shower lotion. The cleanliness is an insult. You want to taste sweat, and dirt, and the raw, unwashed scent of a man who lives on the edge. You want to taste danger, not fucking soap. It doesn't work. You are not a size queen, you tell yourself, but his cock just doesn't give you any pleasure, to scratch that deep, masochistic itch. There's no stretch, no burn, no feeling of being taken and used. Eventually, you pull off, mumbling an excuse. You separate, another wave of disappointment washing over you, cold and sharp. You're left standing there in the quiet woods, your knees dirty, your cock still half-limp, a profound sense of failure settling in. The hunger is still there, a roaring beast in your gut, but you've just tried to feed it salad. You came here seeking a risk, a transformation, and all you've found are two awkward, unsatisfying encounters. You came here to be used, to be filled, to be changed, and instead, you feel emptier than before. You contemplate driving back to work, your lunch break a complete and utter waste of time. At this point, you hear some cracking behind you. You turn around and see him. A guy around your age, a biker type in his leather gear. He's just standing there, directly staring at you, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. He looks like the monster you were looking for. "Been watching you," he says, his voice a low, confident rumble. "I know you need more." You are magically attracted to him, a moth to a dangerous, hypnotic flame. You walk over, your feet moving as if pulled by an invisible string. He is pure dominance. He doesn't wait for you to speak. He grabs your crotch, his grip firm, possessive, a claim. He unzips you and pulls out your cock, his eyes fixing on your heavy PA. "Not so innocent as it seems," he chuckles approvingly. He opens the zipper of his leather pants. Wow, he is commando. He pulls out his own monster, a thick, curved beast with a PA even bigger than yours, a heavy circular barbell with two heavy-duty steel balls that look less like jewelry and more like ammunition, promising a unique kind of pleasure. He's going to fuck you. You know it. He knows it. But the memory of yesterday, the apprentice's question, the lingering risk, makes you nervous. "Condom?" you ask, your voice betraying your eagerness with a slight tremble. He just smiles, a slow, cruel twist of his lips. "I can wrap up," he says, reaching into his leather pocket and pulling out a foil packet. He dangles it between his fingers, a tiny, square tease. "I have one." He looks you dead in the eye, his gaze piercing through your chemically-induced haze. "But do you really want me to?" He lets the question hang in the air, heavy and toxic. "I don't need one..." The back-and-forth is a torture of its own. You, the man who took a load without a question yesterday, now hesitating. He, the dominant biker, giving you the choice, making you own your depravity. He slowly, deliberately tears open the foil packet. The sound is loud, sharp. He pulls out the thin rubber, holding it by the tip between his thumb and forefinger. He brings it to your face, not to put it on, but to taunt you with it. He holds it under your nose. You can smell the sterile, latex scent, a smell of safety that now smells like cowardice. "You seem a little tense," he says, his voice a low purr. He puts the condom away and pulls out his own small, brown bottle of poppers. "Let's clear your head." He twists off the cap and places the bottle directly against your right nostril. "Five deep sniffs," he commands. "Don't you dare lose any." You inhale, the chemical rush flooding your system, stronger than your own. He moves to your left nostril. "And five more." You obey, your head spinning, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze of pure submission. He caps the bottle and puts it away. "Now," he says, his voice cutting through the fog. "Tell me. Do you need a condom? Or do you want my cock raw?" Your addiction to the risk wars with your fear, but the poppers have already won the war for you. You can't form the word. You just shake your head, a barely perceptible motion of surrender. He spins you around and bends you over a fallen log. He presses the thick head of his cock against your hole, but you're too tight, too tense, even for the chemically-induced relaxation. His massive tool won't go in. "Hmm," he grunts, frustrated. He looks down at the ground and spots something. He leans over and picks up a used, tied-off condom lying in the dirt. "Might need a condom after all," he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He holds it up. It's not just full; it's heavy, and you can see a slight steam rising from it in the cool air. "Still warm," he chuckles, a dark, appreciative sound. "Someone just got lucky." He unties the knot and a thick, milky glob of another man's fresh cum drips out. He squeezes the contents onto his own massive shaft, using the stranger's still-warm seed as lube to finally, brutally, force his way inside you. The sensation is overwhelming. The stretch, the burn, the knowledge of what's inside you, what's now being used to open you up for him. This isn't just some old, ghostly load; this is a fresh deposit, a living offering you're being coated with. He doesn't fuck you for 30 seconds. He fucks you for what feels like an eternity, his thick PA-studded cock dragging against your insides, the hard steel of the oversized barbell's balls slapping against your prostate with every thrust, a constant, stimulating, punishing presence. Ten minutes, fifteen, your legs bent over the log, starting to shake and weaken from the strain. The poppers haze begins to lift, the edges of reality sharpening. Your consciousness and nervousness come flooding back. "Are you gonna cum?" you finally pant, a new kind of panic in your voice. "Please... pull out before you cum." He just chuckles, his rhythm never faltering. "Too late," he grunts, his voice calm and controlled. "I already shot twice. This is number three." The revelation sends a shockwave through your system. The sheer, unrestrained power of it. The endless stamina. The endless seed. The fact that he's already been cumming inside you, silently, while you were lost in the sensation. That's it. You can't hold back. You cry out as your own cock explodes, untouched, creaming yourself all over the leaves and dirt beneath you. As your orgasm tears through you, you become vaguely aware of movement in the periphery. A few more guys have appeared, drawn by the sounds of raw, animalistic sex. They're on their lunch breaks, looking for a quick encounter, but they've stumbled upon something else entirely. They don't dare join. They don't dare disturb this powerful scene. They just watch from a safe distance, their own hard cocks in their hands, wanking slowly as they witness the biker claiming you. You're no longer just a participant; you're the main event in a grim, outdoor theater. A part of you wanted to shrink away, to hide from their eyes. But a bigger, darker part of you preened. You weren't just being fucked; you were being worshipped. Every one of them was wishing they were you, or wishing they were him. He fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it, owning it, then finally, with a deep, satisfied groan, he empties his third, massive load deep inside you, mixing with the stranger's fresh cum he used as lube. He stays inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving, marking his territory. The small crowd of onlookers melts back into the woods, their own needs satisfied by the show. You pull off, your legs trembling, your body buzzing, your mind completely blown. You get dressed in a daze, your movements clumsy and slow. You turn to leave, but you have to look back. You have to see him one more time. He's tucking his junk back in his leathers, and as he does, you see it. The lower part of a tattoo, right above his cock. The lines are sharp, deliberate. Arcs beginning their menacing descent towards his pubic hair, pointing to the magnificent cock that just owned you. The rest of it is hidden by his belt and jacket, but it's clearly part of a larger, intimidating design. He catches you staring. He zips up his fly slowly, the sound loud and final in the quiet woods. He walks over to you, his presence overwhelming. He doesn't touch you. He just looks you up and down, a predator assessing its kill. He reaches out, not to touch you, but to pluck a single leaf from your hair, letting it fall to the ground. It's a small, intimate gesture of ownership, a claim being staked. He leans in close, his voice a low, possessive whisper right next to your ear. "If you want more of that," he says, his breath hot against your skin, "you know where to find us." He pulls back, gives you that same slow, knowing smile, and turns, walking away without a backward glance. The words hang in the air, a challenge and a permission slip all in one. He's not telling you to come back. He's telling you that he's here, and the choice to be claimed again is yours. And as you stand there, the phantom feeling of his load already warming you from the inside, you both know what you'll choose.

The next day, Nigel was left on his own as his aunt was meeting a friend and Kevin had a job on the other side of town. He was excited but apprehensive about what had happened at the sauna. Had he really let those old men fuck him? It seemed like a dream, but his sore and gaping arsehole was evidence it wasn’t. He was worried about the toxic cum in him but also excited when he thought about it and couldn’t help wanking his little cock until it spurted in the toilet. Later, he decided to go into town with the vague idea of going to see a film. It wasn’t a great town, somewhat run down, but it had a canal running through it and as he was early he decided to walk along the tow path. It was a hot day and he began to get sweaty even though he was only wearing a tee shirt and shorts over his short, fat body. He found himself in an older area with a wall beside the path and a succession of tunnels over the canal. As he approached one, he saw a group of men standing under the arch which also seemed to have some kind of alcove in the back of it. They were mostly black, very rough looking and passing a bottle between them. He hesitated about walking through them but then recognised a small old man from the sauna who he remembered was called Arthur. “Well, well!” He grinned, showing off his blackened teeth. “If it isn’t Nigel from yesterday. How’s your bum? Still sore?” Nigel blushed as he approached the group. He intended to keep walking, but Arthur took his arm and a couple of the men barred his way. “He’s got a lovely arse. Fat cheeks and tight hole.” The men grinned and leered at him. Nigel felt afraid yet excited. He wanted to leave, but something made him also want to stay. One of the men offered him the bottle. He was a short, old black guy with a stained sweat shirt and trousers. “Have a swig!” He said in a tone which was more of an order. Nigel took the bottle. The liquor burned his throat and made his eyes water. The men laughed and one of them suddenly pinched his nipple through his tee shirt. He gasped but felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. Arthur produced some poppers and handed them round. The air under the arch was filled with aroma which made Nigel’s heart pound. “Good lad!” Said Arthur. “I’m sure you’d like to entertain my friends, wouldn’t you?” He indicated the alcove in the back of the tunnel. There was a pile of rubbish, and in amongst it was an old, stained mattress. “ I...I..dunno.” Said Nigel, his head swimming from the poppers. Around him, a couple of old men opened their trousers and were wanking hungrily. “Don’t worry. They just want to fuck you. You’d like that wouldn’t you? “Arthur stuck the bottle under his nose and Nigel felt himself led into the darkened alcove. “By the way, we’re all very toxic but you won’t mind being bred with their dirty babies will you? After all, you're probably already pregnant, eh?” Nigel’s head was swimming but the poppers had made him melt with lust. He heard Arthur say “Someone keep watch while we do him!” Then he was in the alcove and eager hands stripped him of tee shirt and shorts. He heard them sigh happily as they laid his nude body face down on the mattress. Something wet and slippery was rubbed in the cleft between his buttocks and then the first of them got on top of him and slid a heavy cock up his arsehole. He gasped with the size of it, but it felt so good he opened around it easliy Arthur stood in the tunnel looking along the path. Every now and then he glanced into the alcove, noting yet another pair of naked, sweating buttocks rise and fall on Nigel’s pale body as he was buggered. Two women were coming along the path. One he recognised from the sauna – Timmy’s mother was it? - but he didn’t know the other. As they drew level Timmy’s mum said “ Hello Arthur. What are you doing here? “ She glanced at the homeless guys and leered. “I think I know!” Arthur just laughed and licked his lips at her. “This is my friend, Jane. Her nephew Nigel is staying with her and he said he might come into town later so we’re walking in to find him.” There was a grunt and a low moan of ecstasy from the alcove. The women glanced at each other at the unmistakable sounds of sex. Nigel's aunt blushed as Arthur winked at her. Arthur grinned. This was a turn up! Should he? Should he? He giggled and moved the crowd aside so they could see the alcove. Nigel was naked, face down being fucked slowly, sexily by a fat black guy who had his trousers down. His naked bittocks clenched and relaxed as he thrust into the arsehole already lubed with several loads of spunk. Nigel turned his head and opened his eyes “Aunt!” He gasped. She raised her hand to her mouth “Nigel!” she said in shock. Timmy’s mother laughed and gave her a cuddle. “Naughty little so and so, isn’t he?”

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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'm late 60's and getting and giving more loads than ever. Just wish I'd started 20 years earlier

I’ve been training Drew to take a deep throat face fucking and last night me and Steve fucked his throat. I put Drew on the bed on his back with his head hanging over the edge. Steve stood over him and slid his cock deep down Drew’s throat. I was behind Steve so I got a good view of Steve’s cock buried in my Boy’s throat and his balls on my Boy’s nose. I made sure Drew’s eyes were open and looking at me. As Steve was fucking Drew’s throat I urged Steve to shoot his load. He forced his cock in deep and pressed his balls on Drew’s nose and grunted. I could see Steve’s balls contract as they shot their load. Drew’s eyes bulged and I heard him swallow several times. Steve finished cumming and pulled out. I shoved my cock down Drew’s throat and started fucking him. I was horny as fuck and close. I loved the feeling of my helmet in his throat and my balls on his nose. I fired at least 5 strong jolts of sperm and my boy swallowed it all.

Mine

I'm young, got started young, and will not stop. Hundreds of loads later, still need it

(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.

continued The sound of the porn playing on the screen was turned up and poppers were once again handed to both Steve and I, this time by the dark haired man, and more as a command to take a deep hit of the poppers and not as an option. Steve took a heavy huff and then passed the bottle to me. With Steve’s cum dripping down my chin, I placed the bottle at the base of my nose and took a long inhale. As my body began to warm and all I could think was to get my lips once more around that young stud cock staring me in the face. I leaned forward and began to wrap my tongue around the shaft as my lips slid up and down the veiny young pole. I could see Steve reach his fist around for the black cock behind him. As he began to slowly message the man cock, it began to grow and stiffen. Long and thick, slightly bent to the left, it looked like it could destroy a hole. Pulling my head of the wrestler cock I turned for the dark man meat. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me towards his monster rod. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and tried to get as far down the shaft that I could. Barely have way down, I opened my throat as he pressed hard and began to force fuck my throat. Getting to the base of his cock he pressed hard against my head and thrust his hips forward, working him massive cock down my throat, gagging me. He knew exactly what a young man needed. Although I was a college freshman, this wasn’t my first rodeo and I was into rough group sex. Exhibition was turning me on. Now hard as steel, he pulled my head of his cock and returned me to the blond wrestler stud. As I began to work me head into his crotch, the black man pushed the young studs shoulders forward and began to massage his enormous cock the Steve’s perfect ass crack. Sliding it up and down, the huge black tool was poised to begin the widening of the jock pale hole. I looked to the right and noticed the dark haired man with tattoos and the smooth chiseled blond in only their leather harness, stroking their cocks. My uncle was on the other side in only his harness smoking his cigar, his meat dangling like a firehouse. The black bodybuilder spit on his cock and began to bury it little by little into the wrestler. Moaning I could tell is was not an easy fit. I pulled off his cock and was offered some more whiskey by the dark haired man. Taking a swig I looked to see about half that gigantic cock now in the wrestler. I got to my knees and began to suck the blond man’s cock. In his thirties, I knew that cock had been around and brought experience, and probably a trail of STDs, to the game. I figured I would need to make another trip to the public health clinic later in the week. It had become a well worn path. I was pointed to the coffee table, walked over and laid my back down with my head at one end. The dark haired man moved to feed me his cock while the blond began to work on my now erect rod. Not long after, the blond had my legs raised as he started to lick my ass while the dark haired man forced his cock down my throat. All of a sudden the sound of the bodybuilder working the hole of the young blond wrestler ceased, the dark haired man pulled his cock from my throat, the blond exited his tongue from my ass and after my uncle took a puff from his cigar, he directed us all to proceed downstairs. We were heading for the dungeon.

I always have lube with me when cruising and I usually pre lube my ass by using an injector pump lube in my ass. This helps if I end up in a position where I did not get chance to reach for my lube.

Last night. Went to the sauna. There were not so many raw tops. Took 1 raw cock. It was a top with a long but not so thick cock. He fucked me hard, deep and long. After a while I heard him coming and he was moaning for at leat 10 strokes. He said that he dumped a very big load in me. I pushed it out and it was true. The cum was flowing out my hole and over my balls. I could push six times and cum was still ouzing out of my hole. Later that evening I went to the Cuckoos nest and was fucked raw 3 times. One short fuck and two longs fucks in the darkroom. One of them was a black guy with a big cock. After 30 minutes of fucking he pushed a few vingers in my ass. He wanted to fist me. We went to a cabin and he punch fisted me. After a while he wanted to fuck, but he didn' t last long and blew a vey big load inside me. This one was as big as the one I received earlier in the sauna. The cellar of the Cuckoos nest was not crowded anymore and I went to the sauna again. With a re-entry ticket it is cheap to enter the sauna again. There was very liitle fucking going one. In the darkroom near the slings, stood a top with an average cock. I stood in front of him and guided his cock in my ass and he fucked me. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me in the bigger darkroom. He fucked me for a bit, when I noticed sonebody was standing behind him. The top stopped fucking me and the guy who was standing behind him, thrusted his cock very hard in my ass. He fucked me hard, and suddenly stopped. Maybe he came in my ass? He actualy did. I pushed a big load out of my ass. It was not as big as the other two, but big enough. Normally I get fucked more in one evening, but I was happy. Three fucks were really long with two very big loads.

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’ve taken 9 loads in my ass in one session. The pic is the aftermath. That was pretty hot - the closest I’ve come since has been 5. I’d really like to get more than 10 - I was fine after 9 loads and felt like I could have easily taken 10 more. Orally, just 8 over the course of an hour at a gloryhole. I easily could have kept going, but the place died down and there were no more cocks to suck.

“Come on, dear,” Said Timmy’s mother. “ I think we need a little chat, don’t you?” and she led Jane off down the tow path. The men had finished with Nigel. He lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum. Arthur knelt and ruffled his hair. “Nice one!” He said. He bent and delicately licked the drool of cum leaking from Nigel’s arsehole, releasing his old dick and rubbing it to erection. “Just one more “ He said, covering the naked body and sliding his cock up inside. “and this one’s toxic as heck!” With that he grunted and spurted his diseased sperm deep inside Nigel who groaned as he felt the throbbing inside him. Arthur got off, found a rag and cleaned the lad up as best as he could. “Off you go, Nigel” He said when he was dressed. “I expect you’ll have some words with your aunty, eh?” Nigel set off and found his aunt drinking tea in the living room. Kevin sat on the other sofa, a miserable expression on his face. He was wearing a dressing gown and it looked like he was nude beneath. “Aha!” Said Jane. “So you’re back?” Nigel didn’t know what to say. “Apart from that disgusting exhibition this afternoon, Kevin tells us you’d already been a little slut in the sauna.” she said. Nigel flushed and nodded. She smiled. “and I bet you love the feel of a cock spewing nasty cum in you, eh? You’re as disgusting as each other.” The front door opened and Timmy’s mother came in. “All sorted,” she said. “ They’ll be here in a minute.” Aunt Jane turned to Kevin. “Take that thing off. Show us your pathetic body.” Kevin blushed, but he undid the belt and pushed it off his shoulders and sat there naked. “Now you.” They both looked at Nigel. “Come on!” Blushing and sweating with embarrassment he stripped off until he was naked and trembling, though his tiny cock was hard beneath his belly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. “Stay there!” Said Jane. She went out. Nigel heard male voices and then the door opened and Arthur came in with two of the men from the canal. They were both black, middle aged and still holding a bottle of booze. They looked a bit uncertain when they saw the two women and Kevin and Nigel both naked. “Don’t mind us!” Said Timmy’s mum, guiding Jane over to some chairs by the dining table. The men laughed and nudged each other. Arthur decided to get things going. He dropped his trousers and began to wank his cock. “Kneel on the sofa then, mate” He said to Kevin. Kevin paused and looked at Jane. She gave nothing away but Timmy’s mum said “bend over, then.” He turned and knelt on the cushions, offering his ample bottom to the room. Nigel saw Timmy’s mother smirking and a look of shock but excitement on Jane’s face as she saw Kevin’s arse upraised. Arthur dug a dirty tube of lube from his pocket and applied some to Kevin’s hole. Sighing happily, he raised his shirt and began to slide his cock into Kevin’s rectum. Kevin’s groan was matched by the gasp from Jane as she watched in fascination as Kevin was buggered by the disgusting old man. The two other men closed in on Kevin, feeling his body and squeezing his little cock. After a few moments they began to strip, exposing sizeable black cocks below hairy bellies as the room filled with Kevin’s groans. Nigel was trembling as they led him to the other sofa and made him kneel. The two women stared at him as on of the men grabbed the lube from the side table and rubbed it into his cock. Then the other man held Kevin’s cheeks apart and they all watched as the big, black cock sank between the pale, upraised buttocks. Nigel gasped as he was buggered and he heard Arthur grunt as he shot his load. “Well now, isn’t this nice.” Said Timmy’s mother. “You must come round to my place one evening!”

Has Anyone here missed or Skipped an important Family Gathering or Situation because you were getting Dicked down or fucking some manpussy, I literally missed Nephews birthday today because I was getting fucked by multiple men in a rundown dirty motel.

Oh definitely. I've been bred by more strangers than my partners ever bred me in our relationship. One of the guys I hook up with is a free use bath house pussy who cheats on his husband and makes his husband wear a condom every time while letting everyone else breed him.

Back when I was a young cutie, 10 dicks and 5 loads. Local theatre had a customer apprecuatiom day, that suddenly turned into me being the customer being appreciated. Still fighting to break that 5 loads in one day barrier!

As long as explain to your family,I'm sure they would understand

It’s just not letting everyone cum in you, it’s random -anon - assup being a machine for each guy to unload in one after another. It’s it’s not the quantity but the timing, continuous train for the next load and next load. That’s the drive. And when randoms become regulars that’s awesome but there will always be that scratch to hunt for next top to breed you.

I'm working on the next part and they will likely be shorter than part 7 so I can post them more often but I address what you mention at the beginning of the next chapter. You aren't the only one that was a bit surprised at how much Blake cared for Jason....let's just say I don't do a lot of drugs but I've done some really good MDMA and that experience influenced the last chapter.

More than 5,000, and always looking for new dicks

For me it was first time I got stealthed. Even before I knew i had been stealthed, I was thinking this is a better fuck then I have ever taken before. Once I realized he had breeded me, I was shocked! But soon realized the gift he had shown me. Have barebacked proudly since.

It's made to breed

Can I just say, not all of them, yet.

i wrote back channel to one of the conversation participants who asked, that i'm "exaggerating." sorry, i was playing around, thought others would catch on i was inflating :-). For those truly interested, i have not been fucked >1000 this year lol. About 3-5x a week this year, it varies. Prior to the internet and apps? 3-5x a day wasn't unusual, i suspect for a lot of us. Cruisy places were where we hooked up, and they were public parks, restrooms, BH, Adult book stores, etc.. It was not unusual at all to get fucked 3-5x, one right after the other in a hormonal feeding frenzy by Guys watching you get fucked by Another. It was rare for me to go to a cruising location and not get bred. Even when the internet first started, i got a lot of Guys in AOL chatrooms. It was new. And CL? Place an ad and Guys would respond. i got a lot of anonymous walk in that way. I think it's not as quick or easy hooking up with aps in today's cruising world.

Hooked up last night with a 24yr swimme that had a beautiful 10" thick as wrist, don't know how he keeps it in a Speedo but that's something else lol He had an amazing stamina, started slow a passionate with a lot of kissing when till he asked permission to breed my hole. Such a gentleman 😉 I just pulled his ass cheeks closer and made sure it went in as deep as possible. when we chatted he mentioned he has to get up early so I assumed he was gonna leave right after but no, he stayed all night and dumped 6 more loads. sometimes he fucked me rough and wild calling me a cumdump faggot (which I am) some were gentle with a lot of passionate touch and intimacy. it was so much fun and we exchanged info before he left my hotel the next morning (after we showered together and he dumped one last load) unfortunately, this'll be my last load till I meet my partner again, he ordered me to stop taking loads since he wants me extra horny when we finally meet after 3 weeks, since my cock is still locked since we last met I am going to be climbing up the walls till he arrives (sometime in the next couple of days 😬, he's being mysterious)

I was with a well endowed black man and he was having a very hard time staying hard in his rubber so he took it off and slid inside of me and filled me up with his hot cum and I was hooked lol.

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.

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.”

Chapter 5 – Coming To. Ray opens his eyes. The room is dark and is hard for him to focus on anything. The only light is coming from the tv. It’s playing porn still. Ray heard the video before he could focus on the video. The video is of some tweeked out twink being double teamed by a latino man and a black man. One at each hole. The man fucking the twink’ mouth is blowing clouds down on the bottom. This brings back the memories of how Ray got in the current situation. The memory of his brother smoking him out. The memory of sucking on his brother’s dick. The memory of smoking while he was rimmed. And finally, he remembered his brother penetrating his virgin hole. It took him a moment to fully recall the whole experience but It all came back to him. He felt so horny still. He became aware that he was jerking himself off while reminiscing on the earlier events. Still hard as a rock. He thought to himself, how long have I been passed out? That’s when Ray heard his brother from the other side of the room. W: oh look who finally came to. Ray heard another person snicker along with his brother. Someone else was with them now. Ray could not make anyone out in the darkness but he definitely heard a second voice. He found it hard to focus. Ray remembered that he was in a G hole and would need some time to come out of it. Damn his need for drugs and more drugs. Ray thought to himself that he should get up, grab his shit, and run out of there. As if reading his mind, Walt commanded his brother’s attention. W: Hey little bro. Want another hit? Without thinking, Ray nodded his head. His body betrayed his inner struggle to run away. W: hold up. Our guest has a special request. He wants to see how desperate you are for more tina straight boy. I’ve shown him a pic of your used hole. He wants to see it used in front of his own eyes. The thought of your desperation makes him hard. Ray gulped. What had he gotten himself into? He knew he should say fuck this shit and run but his brother had all the drugs. And he needed more. Always needed more. Walt came into the light of the tv with a new pipe with a huge bowl. It looked like double the size of the bowl he was used to using. It also had a thick stem. The quality of the pipe was definitely more than he was used to. Walt picked up a torch and ignited the flame. He bounced the flame on the bowl and melted the huge puddle inside. He released a huge cloud that filled the area exposed by the light of the tv. Walt handed the pipe down to his little brother. Ray lit up and exhaled the biggest hit he has taken so far the evening. He greedily took 3 more hits before he realized that his brother was shaking his dick in the air in front of him. Ray’s eyes looked up at his big brother, pleading with him to stop this humiliation. When the eye contact did nothing, Ray started to mumble out loud. R: please, Walt. Please brother, please don’t make me do this. Not again. I’m straight man. I have a girlfriend. W: yeah, I know you have a girlfriend. She comes around here trying to get at my dick for drugs too. Stupid bitch doesn’t get anywhere with me though. She doesn’t have the right equipment for my tastes. So she blows my friends for some smoke here and there. But from where I’m standing, you seem to be the better cock suckers anyways. And you have a tighter ass than she does. I mean, everyone has hit that at least once or twice. But you’re so new and tight, you put her to shame. Ray had a look of defeat on his face. W: oh come now, you have to have known she gives her mouth and holes up for drugs. Besides, you have no moral high ground to stand on. I mean, you sucked off your own brother. You took dick from your own brother. You got bread by your own brother, like a brand new cum whore junkie that you are. Just enjoy yourself and your new position. Ray knew what his brother wanted. He took in another hit and lunged forward engulfing the dick. White clouds escaped around the dick in his mouth. This made Walt and his guest start to chuckle again. W: See, I told you so. My brother, the little cock sucker.. Ray was lost in the giving the blowjob but he listened to the two men laughing. The voice sounded familiar but in his present condition, he could not making out who it was. Beside, it didn’t matter who it was. All that mattered was making his brother’s dick happy because that meant more drugs for him. He had to keep his mind on the drugs or he feared that he would go crazy given his current state. Walt pulled his now hard dick out of his brother’s mouth and slapped his face with the thick head. He let the trail of precum leak all over the boy’s face. He pulled his dick away and took a step backwards. This left Ray on his knees in front of the dimly lit area of the TV. Walt walked away for a brief moment and came back with a blindfold. He placed it on his little brother’s eyes and tied it really snug. W: you’ll leave this on. If you take it off or it falls off before I take it off, then you leave right then without any tina in your pockets. Keep the party going for me and my friend here and you’ll have something in your pocket later. Nod if you understand. He nods indicating that he understood. W: Good boy. Now my friend here is paying for your drugs right now. Come over here and make his dick feel appreciated. Good little straight boy tina slut. Ray was totally in the dark but walked on his hands and knees. He followed the sound of the other man’s laughing. He reached his pants. Ray reached up to the fly and unzipped him. He heard the man’s pants fall to the ground. Ray reached forward again, this time feeling the man’s dick tenting in his boxer briefs. He pulled the man’s dick out and jerked the growing dick. The man spoke in a hushed voice. Man: Lick my head. Make my head nice and wet bitch. Wet my 9 inches of meat. Ray did as he was told. He leaned forward and met the man’s boner. He licked the mushroom head like it was a lollipop. He was rewarded with some precum dripping from the piss slit. W: Good little whore. Here you go. You are starting to earn this. The pipe was pushed to Ray’s lips and Walt lit the bulb for him. W: I’ll light it. just take a moment and breath the tina in. No lazy hits today. I want to see you fucked up. I know you wanna get nice and fucked up. Walt twisted the pipe for his brother and Ray sucked in a huge cloud. He blew it out and immediately put his mouth back on the pipe. This second hit was faster and deeper. The third hit was well placed. He put his mouth on the dick in front of him and started making out with the dick. Smoke leaked out from the sides of his mouth. Without much prompting, Ray started full on blowing this stranger. He did as he was told to. Hands appeared on the back of his head pushing him further down on the throbbing dick. Ray gagged on the intruding meat in his throat. He backed off with spit leaking from his mouth to the mushroom head. Again the pipe was put to his mouth and the bowl lit for him. After two more good hits, Ray returned his mouth to the dick in front on him. Without warning, the man pushed his entire dick into Ray’s throat. He gagged a bit but hands were placed on the back of his head and Ray couldn’t get away. He was forced to swallow the entire length. Again the chuckles of his brother and than man could be heard echoing in the room. Man: That’s right, swallow my meat. You know just how I like it. Ray heard the words and froze. The man kept his rhythm and fucked Ray’s throat but Ray was still as could be. He knew he recognized that voice from the chuckling. The realization of who the man was made him start coughing. The man felt waves of pleasure with his dick in the whore’s throat as he coughed. It almost put him over the edge. Almost. The man pulled his phlegm covered dick out and smacked Ray’s cheeks with the access drool. Chapter 6 – Who’s the Homo Now? Man: Did little Ray just put one and two together? Walt walked away from the scene and to the nearest wall. He flicked the light switch on and the room became illuminated. At first this blinded Ray, as his eyes were used to the dim light of the TV. It took a moment, but his eyes adjusted and a look of horror came upon his face. There standing in front of Ray was his ex-best friend Zeek. Ray was in shock. How did he find himself in this situation. Naked, hard as can be, and sucking off his ex-bestie. Z: yeah buddy. I just love how well you suck my cock. Especially since I’m supposed to be the no good homo, right? Walt walked back to the two and feigned shock. W: Why, whatever do you mean by that Zeek? Z: Oh well, back when me and your brother were younger and just starting to smoke out, I let out a secret after one of our jerk off sessions. I told him that I was bisexual and liked guys sometimes. This freaked him the fuck out. He said I was hitting on him and only wanted to get at his dick. So he called me a dirty homo and kicked me to the side like yesterday’s left overs. W: oh damn. He did you dirty like that? Z: yeah, fucked up huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who wants who’s dick now? All Ray could do is sit there in embarrassment. He had become lower than low. He wanted to get up and run away and never look back. But he looked over at his brother Walt, whom was waving the pipe as he reloaded it. This made him complacent and he remained in place. Zeek looked to his side and saw the pipe getting reloaded. He waved at Walt. Z: Plan C bro. W: Okay. I’m down Walt walked off to his dresser and came back with a baggie of powdered Tina. He handed it to Zeek. Zeek reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder and drizzled in on the head of his dick. He grabbed another pink and drizzled in on the length of his 9 inch dick. Z: oh come on now my little bitch. Come clean off my dick with your hot little mouth. Take it back in your throat in one go and we’ll start the pipe again. Ray went from frozen with fear to horny slut in the flash of second. He lunged forward and took the 9 inch monster into his throat like a seasoned whore. Once it was in, he started to gag but Zeek held him head in place. There was no escape from the situation. Ray’s mouth was filled with the awful chemical taste of raw Tina. But he loved the effect. He felt the headrush immediately. Before he knew it, a brown bottle of poppers were placed to his nostrils. Zeek held the bottle in place while Ray took a hit from each side of his nose. Zeek felt Ray hit the rush from the poppers and felt his throat relax. He took the opportunity to start to jackhammer Ray’s throat. Zeek’s balls were smacking Ray’s bottom lip. Z: yeah, I love this you dirty bitch. Zeek continued to assault Ray’s mouth for a few minutes. When he finally pulled his dick out, Walt immediately had the pipe up to Ray’s used mouth. Ray puffed out 3 good sized clouds. He tried to get back at Zeek’s dick but was slapped to the right cheek. The slap bounced in the room. Walt handed the pipe over to Zeek. He took a few hits himself before returning the pipe to Walt. Z: Hey Walt, help the chem whore to the bed. Put him on his back. Walt walked over to Ray and helped him to his feet. He walked Ray to the bed and had him sit on the edge. Zeek walked over and maneuvered Ray into the spread eagle position. Z: yeah, I like to see a good whore show off the hole before I strike. Hey Ray, play with your hole for me you Tina slut. Ray reached between his legs and started to finger himself. Walt bend down and spit on Ray’s hole to help him out with some lube. The spit helped revitalize the load that was already deposited into his ass before. Ray was pushing three fingers into himself. Walt approached Zeek with another baggie. This time, this baggie was filled with large shards. Zeek picked two out and handed the baggie back to Walt. Zeek approached the bottom as he assaulted his own hole with his fingers. Zeek grabbed the hand and pulled the fingers out. He placed the first shard into Ray’s hole and released his hand. Ray pushed the shard into himself. When he got all three fingers back in and started to feel the burn he tried to pull his fingers out. Zeek pushed on his hand so that the fingers remained in place. Z: Tell me when the heat stops. R: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Z: yeah, let me hear it baby. Ray had made a whimper to signal that the burning had stopped. Zeek read the scene and pulled the fingers out of the hole. he placed the second shard just inside the boy’s hole. He placed the tip of his dick at the entrance. Z: Shhh, shhh, shhh… Zeek slowly pushed the second shard into the quivering hole. He stopped for a moment when he had pushed half of his dick into the boy. He waited for the shard to dissolve. Once he felt the hole quiver again, he pushed the rest of his dick into Ray. He bottomed out and held steady with his balls against the bottom’s bottom. Zeek pulled Ray’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He then pulled almost entirely out, leaving only his mushroom head inside the warm hole. He slammed back into Ray with full force. Ray tried to yell but found he had all the air punched out of him. He tried to yell, scream, something, but could only make a moaning sound. Zeek kept power thrusting like that over and over and all that he could make out was the damn moaning sound. Ray knew that moaning sound. He was very familiar with that moaning sound. It was the same sound he would get his girlfriend to make when he fucked her. R: Oh gawd… what are you guys doing to me? Ray looked around to try to get his brother’s attention. Surely he would help him and stop the man from raping him. When he found his brother in his view, he noticed that he had his phone out and was recording the whole ordeal. Ray was filled with embarrassment. Not only was he getting fucked like a common whore, not only was he dripping precum by the bucket load, not only was he getting a revenge fucking from his ex-best friend, but his brother was recording it. To Ray this was the stuff of nightmares and he thought this is what hell must be like…that’s what he was thinking but as he thought that, his body was in ecstasy. He kept dwelling on the fact that he was being recorded. The thought made his dick throb. Then without any warning, right in the middle of a passionate thrusting, he let out a loud moan as he shot his thick load all over himself. Zeek looked down at this whore wetting himself from the fucking he was delivering. He started to laugh. His laughs were echoed by Walt’s own laughs. Z: Looks like the little Tina slut loves my dick enough to cream herself. Zeek scoops up some of Ray’s cum and puts it to his own mouth. Oh the amount of times he had jerked off thinking about the taste of this guy’s nut. Now that he tasted it, he felt a sense of relief. He scooped another finger’s worth and tasted it again. This sent him over the edge and he grabbed Ray by the hips. He delivered another warm load into the bowels of the Tina whore. Z: Well, you took my load so well. Who’s the homo now? Zeek and Walt laughed like they were dying of laughter. Zeek collected his clothes and got dressed. He turned to the two brothers. Z: I’ll hit you up later to see if you want another load. And Ray, the next time I see you, I want you to say “I’m a fucking homo and I need another load from my man.” That will be worth a bowl or two. Zeek turned around and headed for the door. Walt threw on a pair of boxers and walked Zeek out the bedroom door. All Ray could do was lay there on the bed on his back and continued playing with his now empty hole.

Thursday night - 8 pm. I turn to Drew and smile at him. He looks at me a little sheepishly, eyes glazed over from the G he drank earlier. Kid looks fucking happy and dreamy. “Drew, I want you to watch what I do. Okay? I want you to know what’s happening each step of the way. You follow?” “Yessir.” His answer made my dick leak a little in my jeans. Seeing a boy so willing and open gets my juices going. I’ve done my fair share of corruption. But once in a while, having someone willing to explore and find their chemmed-up piggy side without too much fuss is fucking awesome. You can just enjoy the show as they discover themselves. “This is Tina. Crystal. This is going to make our time together even hotter. You understand?” “Yessir.” “Good. This is really good dope. It’s going to make you feel so good and so very horny. I’m going to take some out of this bag and break it up. It’s going to go into this glass pipe. There are different kinds of pipes in the drawer, but let’s start with this one. We’ll get to the others later.” “Some people use the long end of the glass pipe to scoop up the broken bits from the bag. Or you can use a piece of folded paper. You pour the broken shards onto the paper and then slide the crystals into the pipe. Whatever way you do it, I want you to always pay attention. Don’t spill any. If you crush it too fine, just leave it in the bag, and we’ll do something else with it. I prefer to have shards this size in the pipe. You follow?” “Yessir.” “Listen to the sound of Tina going in the pipe. You’re going to love that sound, Drew. Just hearing it will make your heart race. Now, hold the pipe between your fingers, and I’ll show you how to use the torch.” “It’s a simple click, but the key is not to get it too close to the pipe. With your other hand, you’re going to bring the torch up to the ball. Remember, not too close, then slowly melt the crystals. As soon as you see wisps of smoke, turn away from the pipe and exhale the air from your lungs. Then I want you to bring the pipe up, close your pretty lips around it, and inhale. Keep going until you can’t breathe anymore. Got it?" Drew knows how to follow instructions well. He takes the pipe and keeps breathing until he turns to me and indicates he can’t take in any more smoke. I nod and encourage him to keep inhaling. “You can do it, boy. Keep going. Make your daddy and uncle proud.” He did one more inhale through his nose and sucked up the smoke. “Okay, go ahead and slowly blow it out.” Drew blows out a huge cloud and has a bright smile on his face, knowing he just did a great job. He watched the clouds drift in the air, mesmerized. We don’t rest on our laurels, though. “Not bad. I want you to do it four more times and try to get bigger and bigger clouds. Make it really thick. As soon as I say that, I put my hand on his right leg and rub the inside of his thigh. God, his smooth skin feels so good. I circle near his crotch, but not going too near it yet. I want him to get seriously spun first. Drew goes on to hit the pipe, one after another. Jack’s looking over, smiling. I can see his hard-on through his jeans. He loves watching this up close. “Uncle Jack. What do you think? How’s our boy doing? “Amazing. How do you feel, Drew?” As soon as Drew finishes his fourth hit, he leans back on the couch. Eyes wide open, his left hand is already mindlessly groping his dick through his shorts. “I feel great! Wow, I’m already horny! “Good! Go over and sit on your Uncle Jack’s lap, Drew. We want you to keep hitting the pipe while he watches you up close.” Drew gets up, a little shaky, which gives me a moment to palm his crotch and squeeze his tight, plump ass. He gives a slight moan and breathes in. His body is probably tingling already. I know mine is, and I haven’t had any hits since I left the house. He sits on Jack and leans back. Jack’s hands are all over his torso, going under his shirt, feeling him up and down. Jack then takes his left hand to move Drew’s head so they can make out. I can see spit and their tongues dancing. While they do this, I take the pipe and take a big hit myself. I get up over the two of them and lean over to blow it into Drew’s mouth while Jack goes back to tweaking Drew’s nips. Drew’s legs are over Jack’s, back to spread open. He’s going to be in this position a lot over the next few days. I move the coffee table back and kneel between their legs. I hand Drew the pipe and torch and instruct him to take a few more hits, blowing each one to Uncle Jack while they make out. I tell him I want to see big, thick clouds leaving Jack. As Drew goes back and hits the pipe, I get a chance to look more closely at his beautiful legs. Kid must be a runner or works out a lot. Who knows how long Jack had to go fishing to get this boy, but I’m glad he found someone who wants to experience this. I move close to his crotch and take a deep inhale. Mmmm, freshly certified bottom boy. I lean in and lightly lick the exposed area on the side of his shorts. I hear the click of the lighter as he continues to take hits of the pipe, while Uncle Jack plays with his nips. This kid’s a natural. Jack’s whispering something to Drew. I can’t hear it exactly, but I can tell that Drew is getting hard with Tina and dirty talk. I reach in and grab his growing cock under his shorts, and fish it to the side. I lick the side of his cock and get it wet and sloppy. I love being between a bottom’s legs while they’re taking hits. Pushing more of his gym shorts to the side, I move to the head of his cock and spit on it, getting it wet before going in and sucking his cock. He’s starting to moan between hits. I think he’s done 10 total so far. I can feel his cock get even harder in my mouth. I move my tongue to the slit of his cock, and he leaks a little precum. It’s sweet and tasty. “Jack, let’s get Drew naked.” I grab his shorts and pull them down, while Jack takes off Drew’s shirt. Love a naked boy while we’re both still wearing our clothes. To be fair, my cock is aching to get out. But there will be more than enough time to get naked. We’re not in a rush. For now, Jack and I love the contrast. He looks so fresh and fuckable. I run my hands over his light brown bush. Can’t wait to take this off later. I go back to sucking him, while Drew makes out with Jack again. Jack is still playing with Drew’s nipples and chest. By the end of this weekend, boy’s going to have eraser-size nips. Drew’s fully hard now in my mouth. His dick is glossy and warm from my spit. He gives me the pipe, and I take a big hit before going back down on his cock. I give him a sloppy wet blowjob, smoke coming out of the sides of my mouth and nose. I look up to see Drew smiling. I know he’s feeling good now. Jack says to Drew, “No shame in this house. If you want a hit, just take the pipe or ask for it. We’ll instruct you to take hits, too, but I want you to do whatever you want, say whatever you want with us. Okay?” As soon as Drew nods a yes, Jack takes Drew’s legs and folds them so that Drew’s feet are on Jack’s knees. This gives me full access to Drew’s pink hole. It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see it loaded with our cum and spit, gaped. “Let your daddy see your hole, Drew.” I lean in and start to kiss around it. I stick my tongue out and make a line of spit in between his balls and his boy hole. Jack grabs Drew’s cock and starts to slowly jack him. I go in further and give his hole a kiss. There are a few faint hairs. We’ll get that off later too. I then stick my tongue out and start to move it around the hole, before straightening it out and sticking it inside. It tastes so good. Drew’s moaning with my tongue inside, and Jack playing with his cock. Drew moves his right hand down to paw at Jack’s cock through his jeans. We must have been in this position for ten minutes before I surface for air. “Good boy! You taste amazing. Now, I want you to get between Uncle Jack's legs and take out his cock out of his jeans. I'm going to be right behind you tasting your hole some more."

Part Two: Urge to Damage Daniel couldn't shake the memory of Juan's thick cock filling him up, the way he took control, and the raw emotions that came with it. The entire week had been busy, but in the quiet moments, he found himself craving Juan's domice again.ade him feel safe and experience emotions he had forgotten were possible in parts of himself he thought he lost. He did have second thoughts as he texted Juan, and when he booked the motel for the two of them, and even on the drive there, but he ignored them. Paying attention to doubts would lead to an empty existence without Juan. Juan had been bursting with anticipation after receiving Daniel's text. It made him uncomfortable to feel that way again, that was a reason he had been difficult in the past. The emotions were too overwhelming for him to handle, at least what he believed he could at the time. But once they met up at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town and entered the dimly lit room, the turn of the lock shut everything else out. Juan had a bong and was packing the shards in the glass bowl. His shirt off and his pants unbuttoned, belt clanging as he sat down. Daniel stripped down to his brief underwear and just a t-shirt. Juan's eyes roamed over Daniel's body, taking in every inch of him, appreciating the way he'd filled out over the years. Daniel smiled and then turned away as he felt Juan's gaze, desiring him and wanting him. He loved that feeling. "You are so perfect," Juan said. He clicked the torch and started to melt the white shards of crystal. "I've missed you," Daniel said, his voice thin. They sat on the bed, their bodies intensely close as they took hits of the bong. Their shotguns turned into deep kisses, their tongues dancing over each other, tasting the sweet and bitter mix of their saliva and the meth. "I have needed you so bad," Daniel whispered, his voice heavy with desire. “Yeah? Gonna have to show me just how bad," Juan shot back, his eyes staying on the bowl he was warming up. “I will… because I’m not just frontin’... I am serious, Juan,” Daniel said with an edge as he gasped, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke into Juan’s mouth. Their tongues tapped each other before Daniel pulled away. “Didn’t you say you were a broken person cause of me” Juan said, attempting to keep things light failing. Daniel frowned, “Not my proudest moment.” slipped his jeans off and when he went to slip his high-tops off, he clocked Daniel’s eyes. He shook his head slightly. Juan kept them on. “Something made you say it.” Daniel ran his finger down Juan’s arm. “Yeah, you. But the you back then. This is now, and what I want now is you.” Daniel’s voice was firm and seductive. Juan’s cock got stiffer under his boxers. “You, now, are different, that’s for sure.” He slipped his hand in his boxers and started stroking his cock. He ran the precum up and down his shaft. Briefs off and hopping on the bed, Daniel had rolled onto his stomach, his ass perked up. On his elbows, he lit the torch for Juan to take a long, slow hit of the bong and looked up at him adoringly. Juan flashed a smile at Daniel and then said, smoking flowing out of his mouth, “This is pretty different, yeah?” He spread Daniel's cheeks and gently pushed his face against the tight hole. Smoke billowed out from his mouth as he started circling his tongue all over it. "You never ate me out before," Daniel said, startled. "Your tongue… oh fuck… damn…." he began moaning. Juan pulled his mouth away from the hole only to spit on it and push his face into it again. Juan tasted so good, he couldn’t control himself. His tongue circled the tight entrance, wetting it for access. "Are you mine?" Juan asked right before pushing his tongue further into Daniel's hole. "I'm yours," Daniel replied, his voice trembling with excitement. Juan was wildly pushing as much spit out of his mouth as he could. He roughly swiped his tongue over Daniel’s hole, over and over again. Juan lubed up his cock, his thick fingers sliding easily over his shaft. He positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's hole. "Push that hole open," he felt his cock slip in far enough so his hips moved slowly at first. "Open my hole up, baby…” Daniel begged, his voice strained with pleasure. Something about the way Daniel seemed to be demanding things bothered Juan. He became rougher, faster, and more aggressive. He grabbed Daniel's hips, pulling him back against him, slamming his cock deep inside. "Your hole is mine, you get that right?" Juan growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yes, yes, I do," Daniel moaned, his body arching with each thrust. Juan growled and spoke in a deep voice, "I need to make sure, because Daniel, I am not letting you go this time." His fingers dug into Daniel's hips, imprinting on his skin. Daniel could barely speak with the waves that radiated through his body. He was running on pure instinct, so he started to throw his hips back onto Jucock. I have to show him, Daniel thought hazily. When Juan realized that Daniel was throwing his hips back - something he had never done before - he felt his own waves run through his body. They triggered a power play between them, and Juan felt he couldn't move until Daniel decided he was done bouncing on his cock. He watched, amazed, as cream started to run down his shaft. "Show me... that's it, baby... show me... take all that cock... let me see you make that cock yours..." Daniel threw his head back and moaned; he was so spun, but when he heard the last thing Juan said, he had a jolt of clarity and an adrenaline rush that sobered him up just enough to do what Juan demanded. Daniel moved his hips, sliding into different motions, all while slamming the entire uncut cock into his creaming hole. Daniel looked over his shoulder at Juan, "Just let go," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Juan moaned; it was his turn not to be able to speak. Then he said, "My cock is yours... it belongs to you, Daniel.” He continued to moan wildly, “Bounce on that big cock. Go all the way down.” Slowly, he started to get irritated by how much this moment turned him on. I gotta restore order, he thought. So, he pushed Daniel's face into the mattress, forcing his ass up higher for deeper access. Daniel held his ass there for Juan to dig in deep, pounding strokes. Neither of them knew how long they'd been fucking; they were in a trance most of the time, swirling from the clouds of lust and desire. "I'm gonna cum in you, I'm gonna brand you as mine." Juan grunted, from his cock swelling larger inside Daniel. "Own me." Daniel begged, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan let out a deep yell, growling into Daniel's ear as he released his load inside him. Daniel felt a satisfaction that he had been waiting for; it was what he needed from Juan. It was what set off a release of the fear he had. "I love you," Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you too," Juan replied, his voice softening. "I want whatever comes after tonight," Juan said, his voice filled with a hint of sadness. "I do too," Daniel agreed, his eyes meeting Juan's. They were both a bit surprised to be saying everything they were saying. But this was different; they were different. Juan had submitted to Daniel, and Daniel had dominated Juan. The unfair dynamic, the fear, the trust that emerged in that instant wasn't something either of them could explain in the moment. After two hot rails each, Juan found it incredibly hot that his cock was still glistening with cum. "Show me how much you love me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Clean that cum off my dick with your mouth.” Daniel, his mind clouded, loved the taste of Juan's cum, loved the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's thick shaft, his tongue lapping at the cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hands tangling in Daniel's hair as he guided him up and down his cock. Daniel's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, cleaning every last drop of cum. "You're such a good boy," Juan said, his voice filled with approval. "You love my cum, don't you?" He took his cock and traced it along Daniel’s lips Daniel nodded, his mouth still wrapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly and that made Juan melt. Juan pulled Daniel off his cock, his eyes burning with lust. "I want you to suck me off until I come again," he said, his voice filled with authority. Daniel nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Juan's cum again. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's cock once more. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, his hand stroking the base. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel's mouth. He loved the way Daniel's lips stretched around his cock, the way his tongue swirled around the head, the way his throat constricted as he took him deep. "You're such a good cocksucker," Juan growled, his voice filled with approval. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?" Daniel nodded, mouth sapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Juan's spine. Juan's thrusts became more erratic, his breath hitching as he neared his climax. He grabbed Daniel's hair, pulling him off his cock. “Open your fucking mouth for me," he said with force. Daniel nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on Juan's cock. He stroked it slowly, his tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his cum splashing across Daniel's face and into his mouth. Daniel moaned softly, dazed and high. Juan collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Daniel crawled up beside him, his face still covered in cum. With his finger, he pushed his come inside of Daniel’s mouth. Moaning, Daniel said, “it taste so good.” Juan smiled and roughly pulled Daniel in for a kiss. Juan groaned, his tongue sliding into Daniel's mouth, tasting his own cum on Daniel's lips. He loved the way Daniel tasted, loved the way he felt in his arms. They lay there for a while, their bodies stuck together with sweat. They may have even dozed off. "This is a thing now, isn’t it…?" Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Juan nodded, his eyes meeting Daniel's. "It is," his voice softened. Daniel began kissing Juan all over, worshiping him with his lips and tongue. Juan groaned, his body responding to the tender touch. He felt a deep connection to Daniel, a sense of longing that he couldn't ignore. "Daniel, I...I don't know what it is about you," Juan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "But I feel like I'm home when I'm with you. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be." Daniel looked up at Juan, his eyes shining with adoration. "I feel it too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. As they spoke, their bodies began to respond, their desire for each other growing. Juan's cock stiffened, Daniel's eyes locked on it, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as Daniel stroked him. "This is why I acted so messed up all the time. Like it hurts how much I want you, and when I thought about losing you," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "You can’t lose me. Let me show you why." Daniel replied, his eyes shot a glance over to the nightstand. Juan knew what he meant. Juan reached for the meth, crushing it into a fine powder. He sprinkled it onto the tip of his cock, his eyes locked on Daniel's. "Get you so spun," Juan started to say, dark excitement in his tone, "That the only thing you can think about is me." Daniel nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, the meth on his cock burning as it entered Daniel's body. Daniel gasped, his body arching as he felt the flash of the burning sensation in his ass. "Oh God," he moaned, his hand instinctively shot back to hold off Juan from thrusting. Juan laughed deeply, “Nah, nah. This is what you wanted to happen. So it's gonna happen.” Daniel winced from the burning sensation the Tina gave him. He bit his lip and said, “Okay….yes….baby.” Juan spit on his dick and added more lube as he started to fuck him, his hips moving slowly at first, building up speed as Daniel's body adjusted to the sensation. “Fuck, Juan…” Daniel moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. Juan reached for more crushed Tina which he sprinkled in between a thrust. Daniel cried out from the burn, and that made Juan’s dick even harder. He spit on his dick and on Daniel’s hole. “You gettin’ spun for me?” Juan said, his voice light and wavy, “You get all cock-hungry and obsessed with me and only me, papa?” Daniel’s voice was barely above a whisper as he started to say, "Yes, Juan. I would do anything for you” Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel harder. "I love you so fucking much," he growled. [END of PART TWO]

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

(Continued) Received a call midweek to show at uncle’s house after work Friday and to bring Steve. Steve showed up for work on Friday as usual; tight cloths which highlighted every muscle the young chiseled stud possessed. Working next to him in the galley kitchen, I could not help but think about the tight butt with the worked hole. His puckered lips wrapped around my uncle’s massive cock. Steve’s growing alpha male body count, his raw tool destroying my hole and then my lips and tongue cleaning every drop of his cum. As we were quickly closing the kitchen at the end of the night, cleaning the grill and all surfaces, the sweat drenching the back of his shirt, I could tell Steve was rushing so we could get down to business. He removed the apron, turned to me and rubbed his cock, and nodded towards the back door. I was ready to go. As we walked to the parking lot I suggested that we ride together and he said good idea. As I hopped in his car I could smell the sweat from his gym cloths. Arriving at my uncles house, we noticed an unusual number of cars on the street. As we approached the door I could see shadows in the window. I rang the door bell and as he opened the door I could see three other men in their 30s in jeans and a harness. We were invited in and offered a drink. One of the three men was smooth with nipple rings, roughly 6’ 2”, 190 lbs, dark hear, with a few tattoos. The other was a 5’ 10” 175 lb blond, smooth, chiseled body, stubbled beard. The last was a 6’, black bodybuilder. Porn was playing on the TV in the front room. I turned and noticed that it looked familiar. I did a double take and realized it was the dungeon in the basement. The guys in the video were standing before me With the front door shut, the lighting subdued, we were told to be like everyone else and remove our shirts. We quickly replied and as we did, the blond and black guy came, one after the other, and firmly twisted our nipples. I looked over at Steve and the young stud had his stern, aggressive, this fuckin shit is hot, look on his face. He was starting to get into it. The dark haired man now came and grabbed my crotch. As he did, I could feel my cock begin to ooze precum. As he moved on to Steve, as he grabbed his package, Steve reached out and manhandled the older guys package. There was obvious sexual tension between the two. He belonged in this group. Next we were told to get out of our jeans. Neither of us in our boxers, as we stripped both our cocks were fully erect. We were invited into the kitchen for another drink. The only two now naked, we made our way to the kitchen for a stiff drink while the others remained in the living room, clothed in their jeans and harness. After a large glass of whiskey which we shared, we returned to the front room with the four men whispering. Reaching the middle of the room I was ordered to my knees and to begin serving Steve’s massive wrestler cock. I gladly got to my knees and took his cock in my mouth and he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing his meat down my throat. As he continued to work my throat, the blond came over and once more grabbed Steve’s nipples. The black man took his place behind Steve and put his arms around his chest as his hips continued to face fuck me. Needing to breath, I pulled back and allowed his precum to string from his cock to my mouth. Turning my head, I noticed my uncle beginning to light a cigar. His plans were unfolding perfectly.

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

I've licked it off the floor, walls, seat in video booths, but my favorite there is to lick it off the video screen. I was also on all fours getting fucked in a dark room once and the top pushed my face down to the floor. I don't know if he did it intentionally or it was a happy accident, but there was a big pool of cum right there. I lapped that up while he fucked me.

Freshman Project: Jason (Part 5) Jason crawled out of bed, his hard five inch cock tenting his dark blue cotton briefs. Growing up his parents had only purchased plain white briefs, but one of the first things he had done after arriving out west was to go to the local department store and buy some new clothes. It had cost him quite a bit of his savings, but he didn’t want to look like a total hick. Blake had mentioned taking him shopping soon up in the city. Jason just hoped he could save up enough money from his job in the cafeteria to afford some sexy clothes for Blake. Jason’s roommate, Dennis, had a Friday morning class, so Jason had a few moments of privacy in the room. He picked up the plain black backpack Blake had sent home with him and set it on the bed then plopped down next to it. He opened it up and dumped the contents onto the bed. There was a dildo, a butt plug, an enema bulb, some lube, one of Blake’s dirty jockstraps, a baggie with a few gummy weed edibles, and a short note. The dildo was probably about five inches long and thinner than Blake’s thick cock. He picked up the note, it read ‘I will text you with instructions, enjoy’. He picked up the jockstrap and give it a long sniff, his already hard cock started leaking pre-cum as he smelt the combination of Blake’s musk, piss, and cum. His phone chimed with a notification, interrupting his enjoyment of Blake’s scent. Jason picked up his phone and saw he had a notification that he had received a text from “Master”. He remembered that at the end of the night as Blake was sending him home that he had asked to see his phone for second so he could enter his information. Jason unlocked the phone and read Blake’s text. Master: Be at my place after you are done with work on Monday. Text me when you’re on your way. I have a swim meet this weekend. I expect you to use your two new toys over the weekend while I’m away. Do you remember the homework I gave you Boy? Jason thought back to and recalled Blake telling him that he needed to research how to clean out his ass and also figure out of if he was going to let Blake bareback him when his ass was ready. Jason tapped out his reply. Jason: Yeah, learn how to clean my ass and decide if I want you to fuck me without a condom He waited several minutes and was surprised Blake had not responded. He read the message again and realized his mistake. Jason: Yes Master, I remember. Sorry Sir Master: Good Boy See you Monday Jason checked the time and realized he had about an hour until Dennis would be back from his class, so he went to his desk and opened up his laptop to start on the first part of his homework assignment for Blake, researching how to douche. Unfortunately with classes and work, Jason was not able to put the research to use until Saturday. Fortunately though his roommate chose to drive back to his hometown of Santa Cruz that weekend, so Jason had the room to himself from Saturday morning to Sunday evening. After he got done with his lunch shift, he returned to his room for an afternoon and evening of exploration. He ate a weed gummy and took the douche bulb Blake had given him and went to the showers. The dorm showers were individual showers with doors so they had some privacy. He followed the instructions he had found on the internet and cleaned himself out. By the time he was done, he was starting to feel the effects of the edible. He went back to his room, locked the door, and fired up his laptop. He loaded up some of his favorite porn that he had downloaded then grabbed the dildo and lube. He put a towel down on the bed, piled up some pillows so he prop up his back in position to reach down to play with his ass as he watched the porn on his laptop. Jason had played with his ass a few times when he had a brief opportunity to be alone at his family’s house. He would use a carrot and some vegetable oil. Afterwards he would destroy the evidence by chopping up the carrot and dumping it in the garbage disposal. So he knew the basics, and even though the dildo was not very big, it was thicker than any of the carrots he had used. He poured some lube onto his fingers and started working the lube into his ass. The videos he had loaded up were all bareback, most were twinks in twosomes or threesomes, and a few had older muscle men fucking skinny twinks. Jason had originally started out watching videos were the guys were using condoms, but one day he was feeling especially horny and had clicked on the bareback section of the website. He soon discovered that it was so much hotter to see guys fucking bare than using condoms. There was also a difference in the way the videos were filmed that he found hotter. The bareback videos showed more close ups of the tops’ cocks thrusting in an out of the bottoms’ assholes. This turned Jason on more than the full body shots that didn’t show the penetration which were more common in the videos with condoms. Jason felt the effects of the pot, it was making him feel his horniness in his body. He pressed the head of the realistic cock shaped dildo to his ass then relaxed his ass as slipping the lubed up head into his still virgin ass. It hurt a bit as it stretched him. He pulled it back out, applied more lube, then slipped it in again. He did this several more times, slipping the head in then pulling back out and putting it in again. Eventually he was able to get the head in without feeling any pain. A small puddle of pre-cum had leaked out of his hard cock and pooled in his belly button. He reached down with his other hand, scooping up the pre-cum with his fingertips then licking them clean. He fucked himself with the dildo for a long time, making sure not to play with his stiff cock, because he knew if he had an orgasm he would not want to continue. He also pulled Blake’s used jock strap over his face with the pouch covering his nose and mouth. Eventually though the dildo sliding back and forth across his prostate had him on the brink of cumming. He was tempted to jack himself off, but wondered if he could bring himself to cum hands free. He sat up and put on a video with his favorite scene, queuing it up to the climax scene then pressed play. He leaned back and started thrusting the dildo into his loosened up ass hard and fast, drilling his prostate. On the screen in front of him he watched three older men taking turns cumming in the ass of a young twink, the twinks ass getting cummier and cummier, as the each daddy shot his load into and on the hole, using their cocks to feed the escaping cum back into the young man’s hole. Jason shoved the dildo in all the way to its base as he started to cum. On the screen in front of him he watched as the cum loads of three men leaked out of the gaping hole of the young twink. Jason’s own cum shot out of his throbbing cock for his first, but certainly not last, hands free orgasm. After he had recovered from his orgasm, Jason grabbed the butt plug, lubed it up using his own cum that had sprayed across his chest, and then worked the plug into his ass. It was thicker than the dildo, but Jason only felt a slight discomfort as the thickest part of the plug stretched his ass ring as it slide into him. He cleaned up the room a bit then spent a few hours listening to music and watching Tik Toks as he let the effects of the pot gummy wear off. He grabbed a light meal at the cafeteria for dinner, then returned his room, took another gummy, cleaned his ass out again, then fucked himself with the dildo for the rest of the night while watching bareback porn. He did not feel like he could cum hands free again and instead wanted to see how many times he could cum that night while fucking himself with the dildo. He finally gave up after his third cum of the night, fourth of the day, as both his cock and his ass were starting to get sore. On Sunday, Jason worked the morning shift, then alternated between using the dildo for a bit, then putting the plug in and studying for a bit. Since he had to do some classwork he refrained from taking another of the gummies. Also after cumming so much yesterday, he refrained from cumming, instead saving up for tomorrow when he would get to hang out with Blake after class. He made sure he had cleaned up and aired out the room before his roommate returned that evening. Monday morning when Jason woke up, he saw there was another text message from ‘Master’. ‘Clean your ass out and wear the plug when you come over today. Don’t worry, you aren’t getting fucked today, you haven’t earned it yet’. Jason worked the breakfast shift, then had a late morning class. He skipped lunch, instead using that time to clean himself out and put the plug in before his afternoon class. He wanted to get to Blake’s apartment as soon after his class as possible so he could spend as much time with his new master as possible. It was hard for him to focus during class with the plug up his ass and his cock hard. He counted down the minutes until he could get of there and see Blake. Finally what seemed like the longest day of his life ended and Jason was standing outside the door to Blake’s apartment. Blake opened the door and motioned Jason inside. Blake had come straight from the team’s afternoon weight training session and was wearing a pair of skin tight compression shorts with a workout shirt, both visibly wet from sweat. Blake shut the door behind Jason then walked past him and sat down on the couch. “You ready to continue your training bitch?” asked Blake as he reached down and cupped his large bulge in his hand, giving it a shake. Jason swallowed before squeaking out, “Yes Sir.” “Good, strip and get between my legs,” ordered Blake as he manspread his legs out on the couch. “Yes Sir,” said Jason, a little more composed and confident. He quickly stripped, dropping his clothes haphazardly on the floor then rushed to kneel between Blake’s legs. His eyes immediately were drawn to Blake’s package that stretched out the fabric of his shorts. Blake was not hard yet, but it still made a large bulge. Jason’s cock on the other hand was rock hard. Jason didn’t see the slap coming, it stung and caused his head to jerk, but it wasn’t hard enough that it would leave a mark. “Boy, look at the mess you left on my floor,” said Blake as he grabbed Jason’s chin and turned the freshman’s head to wear his clothes were laying in the entry way, “now go over there and neatly fold your clothes and put them in a neat stack on top of your shoes.” “Yes Sir,” said Jason. He quickly scrambled over to his clothes and did as he was instructed. “Now get back between my legs on your knees,” commanded Blake. Once Jason was in position, Blake picked up the fully loaded bong off the table. “Time to get you good and stoned,” he chuckled. Blake had Jason take two hits off the bong for every one he took. He also shotgunned his hits into the freshman. Once Jason was baked out of his mind, Blake pulled him up onto his lap. Jason’s bare cock pressed against the thin fabric that covered Blake’s cock and balls. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt Blake rest his large hand on his naked ass cheeks. “I’m going to give you ten swats now for making a mess with your clothes earlier. I want you to count them out and after each one say, ‘Thank you Sir, I’m sorry Sir’. Nod if you understand?” asked Blake as he gently ran his hand over Jason’s clenched ass. Jason’s cock, which had started to soften as he tidied up his cloths, returned to its full five inch hardness as he lay there across Blake’s lap as he anticipated the upcoming spanking. He swallowed hard again and then nodded. Blake delivered nine sharp slaps to Jason’s tiny pale white ass checks, alternating between the left and right cheek, leaving enough time between each one for Jason to count out the number and say his thank yous and sorrys. Jason felt each spank on his ass and also through the plug pressing against his prostate. For the tenth spank, Blake put more strength into it and gave Jason a hard one that slide across both cheeks. Jason cried out as he pressed his groin down hard and arched his back up raising his shoulders. He quickly remembered to call out, “Ten, Thank you Sir; I’m sorry Sir.” Blake pulled Jason up to give him a hug, “You were a good boy Jason. You like being dominated don’t you, I can tell, that little dick of yours is hard and leaking all over my lap.” Jason nodded, acknowledging the truth, “Yes Master, I do.” “Good, now you get to worship your Master’s body,” he said as he pushed Jason back down between his legs. He quickly stripped of his sweat soaked shirt and put his left arm behind his head, exposing his sweaty smooth pit. With his right hand he grabbed the back of Jason’s head. “Get up here and lick my pit Boy,” he ordered as he guided Jason’s head into his sweaty arm pit. “Yeah, taste me bitch,” growled Blake as Jason went to work licking and sucking his arm pit. After a couple minutes he switched his arms out and had Jason worship his other pit. Jason was moaning and whimpering as he feasted on Blake’s sweaty pits. Blake gently guided Jason’s head across his torso and to his nipples, letting Jason lick and suck up all the sweat on his chest. Blake reached down and slid off his shorts. He positioned Jason on the couch, kneeling next to his lap. “Okay boy, suck that cock. I want you to unleash that cock crazed slut I know is in there, show me how much you want, no need, to please a real man’s cock,” commanded Blake. “Yes Sir,” breathed Jason then leaned over and started sucking Blake’s thick nine and half inch cock. He couldn’t get much more than the head and a couple inches into his mouth at first but did his best to take as much as he could while also working his tongue around on the head between the up and down stokes. Blake gently rested one hand on top of the teen’s head and ran his other hand down the boy’s sweaty back. He eventually reached the butt plug that was in the freshman’s virgin ass. He gave it a few gentle tugs before pulling it out. Jason came off Blake’s cock and gave a gasp as the wide plug stretched his tight hole as it came out with a plop. Blake reached over to the end table and grabbed the bottle of lube. “I didn’t tell you to stop bitch,” he said to Jason. The boy went back to trying to work more of Blake’s thick cock down his throat. Blake pumped some lube onto the butt plug then set the lube down and slide the plug back into the slim twink’s ass. Jason gave let out a moan as the plug slide back into his ass, which had felt empty without the plug in it. His eyes were watering and his jaw hurt as he tried to deep throat Blake’s thick cock. Despite the discomfort, he was rock hard. All the years of feeling guilty about and having to repress his desires were being washed away as he sucked on Blake’s cock. He knew he would do whatever Blake wanted, he felt the need to please the upperclassman. Blake shoved the plug in hard then left it there. The boy’s ass was still tight enough that it held it firmly in place. The jock smiled as he thought about how soon a plug that small would not stay in the boy’s ass after he was done breaking him in. Without saying anything, he pushed himself up off the couch, toppling Jason backwards as the boy tried to keep Blake’s cock in his mouth. “Bedroom, now,” ordered Blake. He then turned and walked out of the room towards the bedroom. Jason jumped up off the floor and quickly followed Blake to his bedroom, admiring the man’s toned swimmer’s body. On the nightstand next to the bed were several dildos and a plug that was slightly larger than the one Jason had worn to Blake’s apartment. Blake had Jason get on the bed on all fours with his ass near the edge. For the next hour Blake loosened up Jason’s virgin hole and then slide the larger plug into place. He then had Jason worship his cock again and shot his load down the freshman’s throat. Once Blake had cum he sent Jason home with the larger plug and instructions to be back at his apartment on Wednesday afternoon. Also he let Jason know that he was now no longer allowed to cum unless given permission by his Master. On Tuesday, Blake had Aiden over to share a bump of coke and breed the sophomore cum dump. After he fucked his load into the boy, the two lay cuddling on Blake’s bed. “How’s it going with the choir boy?” asked Aiden. “He’s taking to it like a duck to water. He’s going to be begging to take my poz load sooner that I thought. I’m hoping to have to him converted before Halloween so I can introduce him to Daddy Mark and the rest of his family at the annual family reunion,” answered Blake. Aiden tensed up. Blake felt the boy’s reaction and could see the uncertainty on his face. He gently stroked the boy’s cheek, “Don’t worry Aide, even though this will by your first time at the reunion, you will still get plenty of attention as one of the new boys attending for the first time. Besides you’ve already had the pleasure of meeting Daddy Mark and most of the family at Folsom, which I had to miss because of swim meet.” “Thank you Master,” replied Aiden.

Chapter 2 – Used, but Not Abused Chapter 1 describes a night when I was abducted from the home of my new buddy, Zak. Zak knew about my fantasy, and it seems that he was making it come true. I’m wearing a blindfold (about the only thing I’m wearing), and I’ve been taken to a warehouse, put in a sling, fed some clouds, and given what seems to be a good-sized booty bump. My ass has been filled with a toy, but now a guy has his fist in me and is having me do some poppers. I took one deep inhale and let it out. I held the second one in for as long as possible to let the potent fumes take hold of my brain. As they hit, I felt the guy begin to move deeper into my ass. This guy knew how to treat an ass! He was slowly crawling further into me, taking his time as he felt his way through my ass. He’d go a little deeper, pull back, then slide more of his hand into me. All the time, he was flexing his hand and fingers, probing my walls and providing excellent sensations inside me. Of course, the poppers heightened the feelings, and I was grunting and moaning. I understood that my ass was about to be treated to a wonderful experience, and I was more than ready to do whatever they wanted. He did a great job working over my ass. He didn’t go too deep, but really concentrated his efforts on opening me up. His hand spent a lot of time at that point, right before it slipped in all the way, twisting and flexing to ensure that my ass was ready for whatever came next. He took his time, rubbing up against the walls of my ass and giving my prostate some focus. Even with my cock in the cage, it dripped out some precum, which slid down and mixed with the lube. “Give me a bigger one,” he growled at someone. He kept fisting me while the new toy was being lubed up. He slowly withdrew his hand, and then the toy was placed at my hole. He pushed it in, and my greedy ass swallowed it with ease. “Damn, that ass is hungry!” I moaned my agreement, and the guy started to really work me over with the new toy. He was pushing, twisting, flexing, and pumping it in and out of my ass. Several times, he pulled it all the way out before sinking it back in, giving me that wonderful feeling that comes when my ass is first penetrated. He slowed down eventually, then told me to hold the dildo in place so that it was ready for the next guy. I reached down to grab it, but he wanted me to hold it in with just my ass. Since everything was well lubed and the toy was long and a consistent thickness, I needed to use gravity to assist in holding it in, so I levered my ass higher in the air, keeping the dildo firmly seated. The first guy must have moved away from the sling, and another guy took his place. He grabbed my legs and pushed me to lie back in the sling. He quickly pulled out the dildo and probed around my hole with his fingers. “Fucking hot hole!” Man, I love it when a guy appreciates my ass like that. I pulsed my hole to open and close it, eliciting a growl of approval from the new guy. “Poppers." I took the hose, put the plugs in my nose, and inhaled deeply. The fumes filled my brain and made me even more of an ass pig than normal. Once he knew they had penetrated my brain, he shoved his hand in my ass. He was going deep. I felt him slide quickly through my entrance, and then he began his descent into my deepest areas. With the poppers and the T flowing through my body, I was totally focused on my ass, and it opened nicely for him. He was soon at that bend that marks the entrance to my colon. His fingers probed around a bit, both to find the path and tease it open. When he knew the way, and it was opened for him, he slid his fingers through and was into my colon. Fuck, this is amazing! I decided on my own to do some poppers, which made the other guys laugh. They were excited to have found a bottom who could match their top energies. Of course, if the tables were turned, today or another day, I’d be happy to top any of them, too. The poppers sent me to another place. All I was aware of was what was going on in my ass. He was expertly massaging my innermost walls, understanding that the slightest move on his part translates to seismic waves in my ass. He played lightly, occasionally moving back and forth, but mostly just feeling around and flexing his hand. Feeling the muscles of his arm expand and contract as he flexed in my ass was exhilarating, and I was one happy bottom. He asked one of the other guys to give him a plug for my ass. While they were prepping it, he slowly removed his hand. He took his time on the pullout, ensuring that he hit all the right spots on the way. When his hand was out, he shoved in a large butt plug to keep my ass open. “We need to smoke more.”

Thursday 10 pm Time flies when you’re having fun. Though sometimes, and this is when you know you’re riding the right amount of drugs, when I’m high and in the moment, time seems to stop, and all I can focus on is the cock, mouth, or hole in front of me. This is what I love about chemsex, the way it focuses your entire being on men and fucking. It’s not about letting it run my life, but using it to bring my buddies and me pleasure. It’s a balance, and I love teaching my bottom boys how to manage it and not lose themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love that we all get twisted, but I want them to learn how we all watch out for each other. I must have lapped at Drew’s smooth hole for almost an hour now. Sticking my tongue in, slowly teasing it open, spitting on the hole, taking my time to lap it up, making slow circles around the outside ring. Sometimes I reach up to work on his hard cock, edging him. Meanwhile, Jack loves playing with Drew’s fresh nips, teaching them how to be even more sensitive to the touch. Drew’s cock has been leaking precum like a fountain, and it was hot watching Jack grab it from Drew’s dick and whatever was on his stomach, and bring his precum-covered hand for Drew to lap up. I notice that the front of my jeans is wet from my own leaking cock. I’m sure Jack’s in the same situation. At one point earlier, Jack turned Drew on his stomach to lie on top of him, his smooth ass arched up, giving me a great view and access. I smiled as Drew reached over and moved a part of Jack’s button-down shirt to one side so that he could suck on Jack’s big eraser-sized nips. Jack played with Drew’s hair, encouraging him on, instructing Drew how to suck. “Bite it lightly, now cover it with your lips and slobber over it, with lots of spit, and stick your tongue out and draw it around the sides of the raised nips, feel how hard they are for you. You have to vary the feeling. Watch the guy’s reaction, and you’ll know what feels good to him.” “That’s right, baby. I love it when you suck on my big nips like that–seeing you naked on top of me. Your daddy behind you, eating your ass, opening you up. Is this what you wanted? We’ve talked about this for the past month, Drew. How you wanted to be used by men, to role play, to take loads from guys, whether they’re neg or poz. How you’ve wanted to try Tina and G, whatever we wanted to give you. This turns you on, doesn’t it? “Oh my God, I’ve thought about this for so long. Cruising online, finding pnp videos that I’ve jacked off to so many times. I want it badly.” “We love making your dreams come true, Drew.” “Thank you, Uncle Jack.” “Good. Your daddy is going to fill the pipe again, and I want you to suck on it while I make you another Coke with G. This time, I’ll give you a little more. Don’t worry, I just want you even more on the edge and hornier. But we’re going to take care of you, even if you nod off a little bit. You have nothing to worry about. We’ll make sure to wake you up smiling. Okay, baby? You trust us? “Yes, sir, I do. I want you to use me.” “Atta boy, that’s what we like to hear.” I know what Jack has in mind. We haven’t done this in a while, and we need to make sure the bottom is fully on board, which Drew is. Sounds like Jack’s been working on Drew for a while now. A hot newbie chem bottom who’s willing to try it all is a fucking birthday, Christmas, and anniversary present all rolled into one. You don’t get it very often, and there’s no guarantee it’ll go well. Some are all talk, but this kid is ready and willing. I haven’t seen any hesitation on his part, which will make this whole situation even better. I want to see how far we can push his boundaries. Honestly, A+ for this kid so far. I help Drew up from the couch and make out with him, letting him know that he’s exactly how we want him to be. While we make out standing up, I can feel his cock next to my leg, rubbing against the jeans. None of us has watched the porn on the screen at all; we’re so engrossed in the moment. At this point, it’s just there to add to the general sleaziness of the situation. We all realize that it’s not about the porn. Not at this point anyway. Jack stands up, unbuttons his shirt all the way, but leaves it on. He’s so sexy like that, with just his chest and nips showing, his bulge straining in his jeans. I pull away from making out with Drew, and we both watch Jack adjust his big dick in his jeans to make himself a little more comfortable. “I’ll get us some G. Drew, I’ll get you a robe too. We love you naked, but remember everything is a balance. While we get ourselves together for this next round, just wear the robe. You don’t have to close it, just leave it open, but it’ll keep you warm. I’ll turn the fireplace on too.” Drew reaches back and feels up his hole. “It’s so wet.” “You’re starting to smell like me, Drew. You got my slobber all over your hole.” Drew brings his hand back from feeling his hole and licks it. “Tastes good! Uncle Jack, can I help you with the G? I want to know what to do.” “Absolutely, Drew. Follow me, and we’ll get you that robe, then you can watch as I prepare the G. “There will be a quiz, later, Drew. Take notes.” Drew has a big smile as I say that. I watch Drew turn to follow Jack. His pert ass and the back of his thighs shiny from my slobber, his hair tousled. These breaks are important; they help the mood as it rises and falls. It’s like gooning and edging, knowing when to ease off to give yourself time to breathe. We could have jumped right to fucking, which I’m sure Drew would have loved, but this is about training and taking our time, letting him open up and be comfortable. My buddies and I all have different roles and strengths, but what Jack and I are particularly good at is this: what we’re doing right now. Getting him to break his bonds of shame, and let his inner pig out. We’re not fucking selfish. We’re in this together, and we want to train Drew so he goes on to more adventures. I take a quick peek at my phone and see that Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne have all checked in on our Telegram group chat. I quickly type that this kid’s a keeper, that we’re having an excellent time, and that I hope they come over when they’re free. Knowing their schedules, Kevin will probably come over in the morning. Henry and Dwayne will come later tomorrow, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they have cumpany with them. We don’t bring anyone who hasn’t been vetted, but thankfully we have a stable of men who join us. It’s nice to share in the fun. I watch Drew put on the bathrobe, leaving it open, giving us a peek at his still hard cock, his torso, and legs. As Drew and Jack head to the kitchen, I put my phone away and refill the pipe. I take out two more pipes from the coffee table drawer and fill them up as well. We don’t skimp, and it’s nice to have them ready. That’s what the burly straight dad taught me one summer while camping, but that’s a story for another time. The porn on the TV is set up so that another one automatically plays when it finishes. Jack has an extensive collection of both professional and amateur porn. I take the torch and melt the Tina in all three pipes, taking hits one after another from all of them. Don’t want any rocks spilling out. My dick jumps up a little as I smoke up. Kid was taking lots of hits in the beginning, shotgunning some to Jack and me, but then we got into the foreplay and stopped. Time’s right to get us amped up again. As I hit the pipes, I see Drew and Jack in the kitchen taking some Cokes in a glass to the counter. I’m sure if they were to look my way, all they would see are big clouds floating in the living room. Jack’s showing Drew how to measure the G. I can hear Jack telling him not to take G with alcohol, it just makes you sick, and that’s no fun. Jack fills the first and second glasses and lets Drew fill his own, showing him how much G to put in. Jack gets behind Drew as he’s doing this and pulls his robe open more and plays with Jack’s nips as he measures the G. I can see Drew momentarily close his eyes, wrapped up in the pleasure. Jack eggs him on, and Drew fills up his Coke with his dose. There’s about a foot difference in height between the two, which is fucking hot. The sight of Jack behind Drew, fondling him under his robe, is perfect. I want that shot burned in my memory banks. I put the third pipe down as they come back to the living room with three glasses. Drew’s open robe sways as he walks up to me. He smiles as he hands me my glass. I nod my head up, encouraging him over, and he comes in for a kiss. He does the same to Jack and the three of us down the Cokes. I’m used to the bitter taste, but I can see Drew whinge a little. It’s probably because he has more than we do. I reach down, get a pipe and put it in Drew’s mouth. “Here, take a hit. It will help with the taste. There are three pipes there now, just grab any when you want.” Jack takes our glasses and brings them to the kitchen while Drew fires up the torch and takes a few big hits in a row from the pipe. He’s getting good at taking in the Tina and at making clouds. “Just like I showed you earlier, blow them out slowly, and let the smoke creep out. Like it’s a living thing.” He’s getting the hang of it. It’s all a part of the show, of course. The clouds coming from his mouth are mesmerizing. “Better?” “Yeah, that G tastes horrible.” “Later, I’ll get a bubble ready and fill it up with Gatorade. That adds a nice, sweet flavor. Sit and get comfy, you’ll start to feel the G shortly.” The three of us sit back down on the couch. Drew between us, robe still open. His cock is no longer steel-hard, but it’s beautifully chubby and shiny. Jack reaches for a remote by his side to turn on the fireplace. “Thank you so much, guys. I’m having a great time.” “Let’s talk before the G hits, okay? Remember, this is all about fun. Follow our orders and speak up when you want something or need to take a break. We don’t like a bossy bottom, but we do like one who knows what he wants. We’re going to help you unlock that side.” As Jack says this, Drew watches him intensely looking directly into Jack's eyes. They lean in to kiss, and I grab one of the pipes and take a hit as they make out. Jack pulls away, a line of spit dangling between them, and nods for Drew to do a shotgun. I lean in to kiss him, holding the Tina in my lungs. Our mouths lock, and feel our tongues start to dance around each other. I reach up, holding his head lightly, and slowly blow in the smoke. We continue to make out as he lets the smoke out between us. It comes out thick, between kisses and out of his nose. Big hit for sure. Drew leans his head back, gives a big sigh, and says, “fuck, that’s good!” Jack draws open Drew’s robe some more and starts tweaking one of his nips. I spit in my hand and play with his cock, slowly. I feel it get even more chubby as I move my hand up and down the shaft. I then move to caress the head of his dick and lean over to whisper, “I can’t wait to slide my raw cock in your hole.” This makes Drew squirm in excitement. Head still back, eyes closed, probably starting to feel the waves of pleasure from the G. Jack’s got his hands all over Drew’s inner thigh as we ramp things up. “I’m getting a little dreamy. Horny and dreamy.” “That’s alright, that’s what you’re supposed to feel. The G is kicking in since you had a higher dose. Plus, we’re bigger and used to it. Just let it flow, Drew. Don’t fight what you’re feeling.” With that Drew starts to grind his hips in circles as I slowly jack him, and Jack alternates between Drew’s nips and thighs. “Drew, you may want to close your eyes a bit. That’s okay, let it happen. But we’re going to continue to have fun. Your cock is going to remain hard, and you’re going to feel warm and very, very horny. You may come in and out, but just ride the waves. Breathe and relax into it.” “Yeah, please!” This time, it’s Jack’s turn between Drew’s legs. Jack gets up and kneels down between Drew’s legs, the robe totally open, exposing Drew. Drew reaches down and grabs Jack’s hands in his, while Jack starts to lick Drew’s inner thighs, balls, and up and down Drew’s cock. I put the pipe down and paw at Drew as well. I watch Drew, making sure his breathing is regular, which it is. His head is going side to side as Jack sucks on his cock slowly, teasing it all over with his tongue, going all the way down to the bush. The waves must be hitting him now. His cock is back to rock hard, which happens a lot with G. He’s got a huge smile on his face, while Jack holds his hands down to his side. His squirming slows, but it gets more languorous and deliberate. He starts slowly bringing his cock up to meet Jack’s mouth, and I can see Drew’s cock get slobbery wet with spit. This goes on for about 15 to 20 minutes. Jack and I pleasuring Drew while the G goes into action. Slowly, we notice his gyrations slow down, and his body relax even more. He’s in that perfect dreamy, horny state. At one point, he nods off as Jack is sucking him off and I open his mouth and dribble some of my spit in. Jack and I get up to admire him. Sitting on the couch, naked under a robe, his smooth body glistening from our spit, he starts to touch himself with his eyes closed. With his left hand he plays with his nip while his right slowly jacks his cock. We look at each other and smile. I nod at Jack, which he knows is the signal to get the clippers and razor. As Jack ducks into the bathroom, I pick up one of the pipes and take a big hit. I let the smoke out and start to take off all my clothes. All the while watching Drew play with himself slowly. At times, stopping as he nods off, but then picks up again playing with his dick. This kind of wave is for the beginning, helping Drew loosen up, and shed his inhibitions. Plus, it makes our dicks so hard to see him like this. Playing with himself, as the G hits him over and over again. He’ll be alert soon enough and will be hyper-aware of everything happening. I kick my shirt and jeans to the side, standing fully naked now. The steel cock ring is tight around my hard cock. Drew stops jacking off and starts snoring lightly. His dick is rock hard, his legs spread open between the robe. I lean over and stick my tongue in his mouth, making out with him. He gives a “Mmmm, yes.” “Drew, I’m going to pick you up and bring you to the playroom. I’m going to lay you down on the play mattress. We’re going to strap your arms and legs down, and shave off your body hair. We want you smooth all over. You’re going to look even more like a true sub.” “Don’t be alarmed at being strapped down. You’re going to love giving up control to us. This is all part of the fun. Soon we’re going to be inside you, taking turns, opening your hole up for hours, we’re going to keep you spun, and your hole will be overflowing with our cum. Do you want that, Drew?” As I say this, Drew slowly opens his eyes. They’re glazed over at first, but he snaps to attention. “Yes, do it all to me.” I help Drew take off his robe and pick him up. Lifting weights all my life makes it handy when I have to do this kind of thing. I bring him to the playroom and put him down on the bed. He opens his eyes for a second and smiles again at me. There goes that smile, I love it. I then move to the sides of the bed, take the restrains and put them on his wrists. I spread his legs and clamp his ankles. He looks up and watches me, before nodding off again. This entire time his cock is standing straight up, leaking precum, pulsing up and down. He looks so fuckable strapped down like this. “Just relax for a moment, Drew, while we get things set up.” I can feel the G as well and it’s making me so horny and pervy. That and the hits of Tina, of course. I go back out to the living room and shout out to Jack, “You need help or you got it?” “All good. Bring your stuff in.” I get my bag, the torch, the three pipes on the coffee table, and go back to the playroom. Jack follows me in holding a basin of warm water, and a bag with the clipper and shaving razors. “Damn, he looks good like that! Is he nodding off? “Yeah, a little but he’s alert when he needs to be” Jack gets especially turned on by a bottom boy rolling on G. “Get your clothes off, Jack, and let's get this hair off his body. I want him smooth.” ...

No need to date him again, just ride the dick and be his cum dump

Part 2 Continued: There I was, bent over with Ginger's amazing tool in my mouth and some random guy's load in my ass. I knew it was wrong, but I was definitely enjoying this experience. Ginger pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned me around. I knew where this was headed but this time I didn't fight it. I didn't even try to say no. Using my spit, Ginger's precum, and the stranger's cum, Ginger slowly slid his thick cock into my willing hole. He went slowly and gently. He knew he was thick and couldn't just ram it in. I still needed to relax and help. His cock wasn't going in easily, but we managed it in the end. Once he was balls deep, Ginger started to really fuck me and I was in heaven. This cock was the thickest I'd had in a long time and it was battering my prostate and sending me into a state of bliss. Of course, in a public beat like that, you can't stay there for a long, slow fuck, so Ginger sped up and seemed to be really trying to destroy my hole. I hoped my boyfriend didn't want to fuck tonight, he wouldn't even touch the sides. I had to brace myself against the wall to help with Ginger's onslaught. The pounding on my prostate sent me over the edge and I shot my load hands free. All over the wall in front of me. My ass tightened as I came and that sent Ginger over the edge too. I could feel his dick pulsing and throbbing inside me. He stopped cumming and stayed deep inside me, both of us panting to catch out breath. His cock softened but it was still thick enough that it never just slipped out. We had to separate and pulling out actually hurt and made me wince. Ginger tidied himself up and left the cubicle. I was still leaning against the wall, pants still around my ankles. Ginger hadn't even bothered to close the door. I heard footsteps approaching and had to act fast to get the door closed and locked before the new guy walked in. I didn't want to be caught in that kind of compromising situation. The new guy must have gone to the urinal because the second cubicle remained empty. I was glad. It gave me a few moments to clean up and get myself in order. I didn't need yet another cock to come through the glory hole. I couldn't. I was supposed to be monogamous. As I left the cubicle, once again vowing that I wouldn't return, I'd be faithful to my boyfriend, I glanced at the urinal and was horrified to see one of my boyfriend's friends standing there, presumably cruising and looking for fun. I rushed out as quickly as I could hoping to escape before he saw me. I think I succeeded. I hoped my naughty secret was safe and I once again berated myself for my actions. I wouldn't do that again. I couldn't do that again. What if the friend had been there earlier? What if he'd been the one to use me through the glory hole? No, I couldn't go back. That was a close call. I'm sure he hadn't seen me. I went home with two loads inside me, one from a stranger with a nice cock and one from a hot ginger with a thick pleasure-giving chunk of man-meat.