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Thursday was the hottest and scariest experience I’ve ever done. I chatted with a straight guy who wanted to fuck me. He is only available early mornings. So I waited till 5 am to be awake for him. While my family are asleep. The guy arrived and I met him outside briefly and quickly led him into the backyard. I snuck him in the house through the backyard sliding door. While my parent were asleep in their rooms and my brother across from my room. We walked quietly and led him into my room. I shut the door and we both stripped naked and I sucked him deeply. He let me sniff some poppers. I ate his ass out like he demanded. Finally he fucked me hard on my bed. I was nervous of making too much noises. My bed kept on making a lot of noise. But thankfully no one woke up. But I heard my cat waking up in my brother room. We hurried and got dressed and led him out . Before my brother woke up to let the cat outside. I heard my brother took the cat out right when I went to bed. 😂 This is my actually my third experience of letting a stranger coming in my house while my family are deep asleep.

It has always been such a fun thing to see! Well-trained holes being able to take a fist or two. Older experienced guys praising other older or younger guys for taking it so well. It's a dream of mine to get to that point, but I never have time to use my ass like I want so my hole is super tight. One day though!

I remember symptoms of fuck flu coming on about two weeks after the fuck that did it. My fuck flu lasted several weeks and was hell: massive night sweats leaving bed sheets dripping wet, sore throat, little energy. I understood what was happening. I had a good GP at respected clinic. I had network of mates (range of neg, unsure, poz detectable and poz undetectable) comfortable navigating poz stuff. I wasn’t exactly chasing but had been expecting it might happen – a few years embracing random and anon raw play. I knew I had to ride out the fuck flu and try to ease the symptoms as best I could. I didn’t feel like sex for couple months while recovering. No recurring illness or fuck flu since then. After the fuck flu passed I returned to enjoying good raw fucking. I have a respect for mates that experience similar fuck flu journey. I kinda regard fuck flu and turning poz as kind of like a coming-of-age / right-of-passage thing. If you going through fuck flu know that you are not alone in your experience. Seek out understanding and supportive mates. Get back to enjoying hot raw fucking when you ready.

I went to SF for Folsom last year. When I saw the Horse Market Party was heading in SF too, I purchased the ticket with extra money to ensure I could get in, since all the tickets already sold out. It was the best party I've been to. There were about over 30 mares (I was one of them), and I only saw one guy wearing white mask. Almost everyone chose the red mask and played raw. The party started at 6PM. Mares got in first, and staffs helped us to get ready. Then stallions got in at 6:30PM then started fucking. It's interesting that before stallions came in, I was chatting with another mare who took the sling next to me. He said he is from local. His husband and he attended this party many times. And his husband is stallion. I asked him what's his highest record. He said he had 17 cocks at one night. I told him my goal was 10 cocks. I had 18 cocks in four hours. Oh Yeah!

I was so stunned, I just shut up. My ass was burning as he continued jabbing his cock into my by now tender ass. How the hell had this happened? "Now, are you going to be a good boy?" I didn't really see much choice, so I nodded my head and bit my lip as he assaulted my ass with his thick cock. "Good, because with those straps you're not going anywhere until I say you are. Just relax and try to enjoy it." After a while, my tight virgin ass must have loosened enough to begin to feel some pleasure, more intense with his cock than a finger had been. By this time he'd settled into steady rhythm. Suddenly he stopped with his cock buried to the hilt and I felt him lean over me. "Now, you keep being a good boy and open that mouth for me, fed up of listening to you." Scared of what might happen if I refused, I opened my mouth and felt a rubber ball be shoved between my teeth stretching my jaw. It was fixed in place with a strap behind my head. He then pulled up straight and started fucking me hard, I could feel his low hanging balls slapping against my cheeks as he pounded me. "Just thought, you never did ask about the meaning of my tattoo, did you boy?" What? Why the hell were we talking about tattoos while this sleazy older guy was railing me? "Well..uh...maybe you should have." His breathing was getting a bit ragged. "It, ugh, means I've got HIV, mmm!" After this finally processed through my brain, I tried in vain to buck him off, but he just leaned his weight forward and started jackrabbiting in my ass. "That's it, take my poz load and join the club!" He made one final thrust into my tender asshole and stayed there buried to the hilt as he groaned. I could feel the full weight of his flabby body leaning on me as he caught his breath. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out unceremoniously and slapped my ass again in the same spot, it was just as hard but the pain was nothing compared to my poor asshole. "Oh, by the by, that's what the tattoo is for." He chuckled. I heard the door open, I squirmed and moaned through the ball gag, thinking he was forgetting to at least untie me. "I told you, you're not going anywhere until I say so. I'll just leave you there with that sweet arse pointed towards the front door. Don't worry, it tends to get busier about now, so you'll have company soon."

It just turns me on. Two uncles and a cousin. So what….

You won't be happy staying with Og. There's OOg out there, with your name on. I had no problems with post infection, luck because I was fucking with it the first night. Any pain I felt just made me fuck more & harder. After the initial piercing it took approximately 12-18 months to get to a OOg. I will say I have excellent rates of healing. If you GENTLY play & stretch, after healing properly, with it DAILY, you should be able to go up in size every 3-4 months. That was my time line but, I did rush it for the exquisite pain. GOOD LUCK & just take your time & enjoy the process.

Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again!

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

Depends on the vibe. Usually, if it's something passionate/romantic, I'll go slow. But some guys like it rough and that's hot in a different way.

We were brought up with an intense relationship and yes, sexual relationship with fathers, son, uncles, cousins, but without the sexual part, I don't think we would have had the same close loving relationship we had. My Grandmother knew and gave us the warning that men have needs that help bond us boys together, but touch your sisters & she would cut our balls off. Some will say we were groomed and perhaps we were but even with all the odd things we did we were never beaten or battered and we could talk freely with other men in the family without fear or judgement. I've often heard it called sexual abuse or a host of other things by many who never had the same close relationships and cannot understand how special it is to share the moments of when men are at the most vulnerable state of orgasm to share it with someone you share a bond with like you father or son or uncle. I have no regrets of how early it started or of what we did or where or with who, just a regret of the loss too early of my dad & uncle who shared a bond beyond words. You sometimes here I wish my dad had or I should have when I had the opportunity while my family did and can look back to those times knowing I was loved without judgement.

I'm a geek, a tech worker, new software/gadget lover. But I'm a human author and I am hating AI-only written content, more and more. I know VeniceAI, but I even tried the various bots called "pyrite" available on the paid poe.com platform. You have literally dozens of bots! Let me say I over-stressed them a lot. With the dirtiest topics. Man with man, woman with two men, man with sentient HIV virus, sentient virus "in incognito" pretending to be a man... But the result is always cold, non-empathic. Let me say it frankly, I got to cum with that stuff only when it was definitely a LOSER day. When I laid down on the bed asking myself: "and now? What worse than this day can still happen?" It was like having sex with a frozen doll. Not to say a dead body. Let alone when I create complex characters as I am used to. Do you remember Ian, from "we have to talk" in the bugchasing fiction story? A blind character, with many conflicts and contraddictions in him. But AI, after some paragraphs, started to drive a car. For me, calling it "artificial intelligence" is the worst mistake people are making in adopting this tech. But calling as it is, "large language model", would have given it the appropriate size and reflection time before mass-adoption. Fuck, I lost hours of my creative life, for? For nothing. My 40 cents for the cause. Yes, let me give a boost to my ego and self-esteem today. I need to!

A few days ago bred a guy in a hotel. Later that night hooked up with a Latino bear with a fat uncut cock and he dumped a 3 day load in my hole. I could feel his cock pumping it in me. Right after that I went to go breed a regular who had 6 loads in his hole.

I was sick for about a week. Not sure how long after exposure. I had been trying for about three months. Even though I knew I was going to get it I didn’t put my symptoms together with conversion. Headache, some nausea, night sweats and general achy were some of my symptoms.

Fuck me legless. You'll love Og but be very careful when jerking. I have a OOg PA but, the skin Bridge has been worn down jerking. My best advice would be to only fuck with it. You will be in paradise & so will your bottom as it slides over his prostate. I'm now looking at a reverse PA. Although radiation therapy did its work, I can't fuck any longer but there is still sensation that a reverse will increase. Go forward, young man & give / take the PA's pleasure 😜😜😜.

I can only agree 100%. Random fucks for me, start the night. I'm already well lubed & whether it's a pub, bar, club, sauna or truck stop I always catch up with friends, acquaintances & if they want a quick fuck I'll never say no. The random fucks get me loose & sloppy, ready for the full anon action. Piss, cock, cum & fists all lined up & no refusal. Fuck me rough & if you want to leave your seed or come back multiple times my cunts always open & ready.

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/sketchy-cock-bareback/ Some new vid from me

I can't find a picture of anything like it, but I had a fuckbud with a barbell perpendicular through his glans just past the ridge, that gave me a lot of pleasure. It probably didn't hurt that he was close to 10" and uniformly thick from base to the glans. He definitely fucked the cum out of me a few times.

Chapter 3: Feliz Miccion Home Alone played loudly across the living room, the Wet Bandits screaming while the guys of Phi Alpha Gamma howled with laughter. Evan had picked the movie hoping for something lighthearted, something to ease the weird feeling twisting in his stomach. Instead, he spent most of the runtime watching the basement door instead of the TV. Noah should have come back by now. Derek definitely should have. Evan pulled his blanket tighter around his shoulders, trying to ignore the faint cold draft slipping from under the basement door. It didn’t feel like normal cold air—more like something breathing out into the room. The others didn’t seem to notice. They sprawled over the couches, arguing about which trap was the best, tossing popcorn, drinking too fast because the storm outside felt like a good excuse. Bran elbowed him lightly. “Dude, relax. You’re staring holes into the floor.” “I’m just saying… I never saw either of them come up,” Evan murmured. “Not once.” “Derek probably found porn,” Ty said without looking away from the screen. “Noah probably passed out,” Zach added. “You know how he is.” Porkchop frowned sympathetically but didn’t join in. Evan stared at the TV, trying to let the movie distract him, but the feeling wouldn’t loosen. The storm outside smashed against the windows, rattling the frames as if testing them. The house lights flickered once—just enough for Evan’s pulse to jump—before stabilizing again. The others barely reacted, but Evan felt the pressure in the room shift, subtle and wrong. Something was happening downstairs. He couldn’t hear it, couldn’t see it, but the sense of it pressed into him like a weight beneath his ribs. He hugged his arms around himself. “I’m telling you, I would’ve heard them go upstairs.” Bran sighed without taking his eyes off the movie. “Evan. Man. They’re fine. Derek’s the last person on earth who’d get himself killed in a basement.” The reassurance didn’t touch him. If anything, it only made him feel more alone in his worry. The movie’s climax exploded across the TV—chaos, traps, screams, laughter—but Evan barely registered a second of it. His gaze stayed fixed on the basement door, on the quiet line of darkness pooling beneath it, on the draft that seemed to breathe just a little too steadily. Something was wrong. He felt it in his bones. And before the night was over, he knew he would have to be the one to face it. By the time Kevin was dropping bricks onto the Wet Bandits’ skulls, Evan couldn’t focus on the movie at all. The storm outside roared harder than the TV speakers, rattling the windows every few seconds. He kept glancing at the basement door, anxiety chewing at him—Noah wasn’t back, Derek wasn’t back, and he knew he hadn’t missed either of them going upstairs. The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then the whole house went dark. Groans erupted instantly. “Dude, right at the BEST PART—come on!” “I hate this house!” “Electric companies should be illegal.” Bran sighed heavily and ordered everyone upstairs before the cold set in. The guys shuffled away, complaining the whole time, leaving only Evan standing alone in the pitch-black living room. Perfect. His gaze drifted to the cases of beer on the floor. If he didn’t stash those downstairs, some idiot would keep drinking until hypothermia felt “kinda fun.” He gathered the loose bottles first, then hefted two full cases into his arms, glass clinking sharply in the dark. “Yeah,” he muttered, “I’ll just do everything then.” He carried the crates down the stairs carefully, each creak echoing much louder in the cold basement. Without the furnace running, the air felt unnaturally still—damp, metallic, almost grim. He set the beer down near the wall and rubbed his chilled fingers together. As he turned to head back upstairs, a faint sound froze him in place. A scratch. Then a drag. Coming from behind the old maintenance door. He swore he could see something like a string of gold tinsel glinting in the near darkness, only the faint glow of the snow and his phone’s flashlight giving the space any light. “…it's just a raccoon, Evan. Just a raccoon that should have been hibernating and got in somehow,” he whispered. The lights snapped on for one harsh second—just long enough for him to see the maintenance door twitch like something nudged it from the inside—before the power died again. Evan’s heart hammered. But with Derek and Noah missing, he couldn’t ignore it. He swallowed his fear, approached the door, and reached for the handle. The moment his fingers brushed it, a wet hiss cut through the dark—and two streams of hot, chemical slime splattered across his face. Evan choked, stumbling back as heat pulsed through his skull. The world folded inward. Blackness took him. — Warmth pooled beneath him first—not comforting warmth, but thick and suffocating, the kind that clung to the skin like steam rising off concrete after a storm. Evan surfaced into awareness slowly, as if his consciousness were tethered to the floor by heavy ropes. Every breath felt thick, his lungs dragging in humid air that carried a faint chemical tang. His mind refused to focus, circling the same dulled thought over and over: something is wrong. When he tried to move, cold stone scraped against his bare hip. The texture jolted him, pulling him more fully awake, and his eyes widened as the dim, reddish glow of emergency lights revealed his situation piece by piece. His clothes were gone. All of them. His skin was exposed to the freezing basement air, except for the disturbing warmth soaking the floor beneath him, spreading in an unmistakable shape around his thighs. At first, Evan thought—hoped—it was spilled beer or a broken pipe or anything else. But the heat, the smell, the way it clung to him… “No,” he breathed, voice cracking. “No, no, that’s not— I didn’t—” His brain felt too fogged to scream properly, too heavy to fuel panic. Whatever had hit him before knocking him out had softened his awareness, numbing the edges of his fear until everything felt dreamlike, distant, unreal. A low exhale drifted through the room. Warm. Heavy. Animal. Evan’s head jerked up, breath hitching painfully as two massive silhouettes stood just beyond the deepest pool of red light. They stepped forward in perfect synchrony, each movement deliberate, predatory. The glow revealed their bodies in slow increments—first their broad torsos, glossy and black like oil-slicked stone; then their arms, corded with unnatural muscle; and finally their heads, crowned with long, jagged horns that curved like ornate blades carved from obsidian. They were not human. Not even close. Evan scrambled backward instinctively, but his limbs felt uncoordinated, coated in molasses. His body didn’t respond with the speed or desperation he needed. The monsters watched him with eerie stillness, as if studying a creature that had not yet realized it was trapped. Then a voice entered his mind with a thin, slicing presence, not heard so much as felt. Sticks. A second voice followed—heavy, grinding, powerful enough to shake loose something small and fragile in Evan’s mind. Lockjaw. Evan whimpered, though even the sound felt muted by the fog smothering his thoughts. “Wh-why can I… hear you? Why… where are my c-clothes—please—” Neither creature moved its mouth. But their attention pressed into him like invisible hands, nudging his thoughts aside to make room for their own. His fear bled into confusion, then into a warm, dizzying pressure that made it hard to resist anything at all. Sticks lowered himself into a crouch, claws clicking lightly against the stone as he leaned close enough for Evan to feel the heat radiating off his massive frame. The creature inhaled near Evan’s skin, slow and deliberate, as if savoring his scent. Its breath rolled over him with a humid force that made his chest tighten. “He woke marked,” Sticks’ mental voice murmured, darkly pleased. “Already leaking. Softened and wet. Ready.” Humiliation flushed through Evan’s body like a fever. “No—I didn’t—this isn’t—please, don’t—” His voice broke as Lockjaw’s clawed hand settled around his ankle, the touch firm but not painful. The effect, however, was immediate and profound; his muscles seized, trembled, then slackened under a wave of numbing heat that surged up his leg. Evan gasped, terrified by how fast the sensation spread. The monsters seemed to share a silent exchange before stepping even closer, boxing Evan in with their towering bodies. Their shadows merged into a single darkness around him, swallowing the red glow, making the room feel impossibly small. They reached toward themselves—bodies shifting, opening, revealing as they stepped forward two pitch black cocks, looking at though they were clad in black latex. Each of them shook their cock at him a few times, until suddenly a pair of twin streams of foul smelling urine shot out, spraying Evan in his face, splashing into his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Into the small scrapes that he didn’t remember having on his chest and legs. Warmth splattered across Evan’s chest and stomach, coating his skin in a way that shouldn’t have felt as heavy or intoxicating as it did. The air thickened with a scent both chemical and primal, sinking into him with every breath he took. Evan tried to recoil, but his body refused to move the way he needed it to. The fog in his mind thickened, melting his panic into something softer, more pliable. “No—please—just tell me what’s happening—” His voice trembled helplessly. Sticks’ mental presence curled around him like smoke. “Hush, little pig.” “You were chosen. We’re just showering you in our love.” Lockjaw lifted Evan’s face by the jaw, not roughly, but with a certainty that allowed no escape. The motion forced Evan to look directly into the creature’s eyeless, gleaming hollows. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt around that gaze—falling inward, folding in on itself. Then he felt as the man opened his jaw and expertly shoved it into his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a sudden flood of piss fill his mouth, and something inside him told him to drink. To enjoy this. That it would help what was to come. A rush of heat flooded Evan’s senses, so overwhelming that the room blurred at the edges. His breath stuttered. His body jerked beneath an instinct he didn’t understand and couldn’t control. The creatures’ psychic voices pressed deeper, pushing against the last organized pieces of his mind. “Don’t—don’t make me—” he whispered, but his will was already dissolving. His limbs slackened; his resistance thinned like melting ice. Sticks’ growl rumbled through his mind, satisfied. “Good.” Lockjaw gathered him up, repositioning him as if arranging a ritual object. Evan’s stomach flipped, his world spinning, and then he shuddered as he felt Lockjaw shove his knees to his chest and slowly began to press his large, dripping cock against his hole. In one sudden movement, he felt as the man shoved his cock deep inside of him. The two cracked open two new bottles of beer, much to Evan’s surprise, and he went to open his mouth, telling them not to drink them. Oddly though, his brain couldn’t produce the words and Sticks looked down at him before shoving his cock into his mouth and unleashing a new round of piss down his throat. Chuckling with a deep, dark growl, Lockjaw forced his dick even deeper in Evan’s ass, and that’s when Evan felt it. The feeling of heat and liquid filling up inside of him as the man began to empty his bladder deep in his guts. Pressure built inside him—unnatural, overwhelming, wrong. His vision swam. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. A cry slipped from his throat as Lockjaw’s large hand settled against his abdomen, guiding the energy within him, shaping it. The moment Lockjaw pulled out, the pressure released in a flooding rush that tore a strained sound from Evan’s chest, and he felt his own bladder start to release, as well as his bowels of Lockjaw’s tainted piss. He couldn’t stop until he was sure he was empty, his guts feeling pleasantly clean and empty and ready for something else. Something he couldn’t name. Suddenly, both were adjusting him as if he were a sex toy for their pleasure. He felt as Lockjaw first shoved his cock deep inside him, growling and pleased and then, he felt it. Sticks’s even larger cock pressing up next to Lockjaw’s, forcing the too-tight flesh apart as he too began to seat himself inside of him. He slumped forward, gasping. But the ritual wasn’t over. Sticks and Lockjaw closed in again—synchronized, practiced, moving with the precision of beings who had performed this rite countless times. Their claws traced sigils along Evan’s spine, along his ribs, across his chest. Each mark burned briefly, then sank into his flesh as faint lines of blood welled up on his skin as they pistoned in synchronization in and out of his guts. Evan whimpered, shaking uncontrollably as the psychic voices slid around his consciousness like dark waves. “Open.” “Yield.” “Let us in.” “You belong.” He didn’t know how long he endured it; time became unreal, stretching and folding over itself as the monsters worked. His mind frayed at the edges, unraveling strand by strand. That was, until he finally felt both of them picking up speed. They both growled at each other, with Evan scared and strangely excited as they both began to shoot their foul, brackish loads inside his ass. He didn’t know why, but something inside of him was telling him to be glad his ass was bleeding slightly and pleasantly burning, that it would make things go even faster for him. Shapes moved in the dimness—other monsters stepping forward, circling him, rumbling in approval. Some carried the beer he had brought down, drinking casually as they watched, savoring the scene like spectators at a ritual feast. Their presence pressed against Evan’s awareness, adding to the weight collapsing around him. The air shifted suddenly. Everything went still. Even Sticks and Lockjaw froze, lowering their heads. Evan’s breath hitched when he felt it—a gravity, an authority, a presence so powerful it made his bones feel hollow. The Alpha entered the chamber. He was larger, broader, horned with spiraling obsidian that looked carved by impossible forces. His body radiated heat and darkness, and the space around him seemed to bend subtly, as though reality struggled to accommodate him. The faint red glow reflected in the gleam of his teeth and the slow pulse of energy that haloed him. Evan couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. The Alpha crouched, bringing his massive form level with Evan’s trembling body. When he spoke, the voice struck like a blow inside Evan’s skull. “Give in. Be marked. Become ours.” Evan’s whole body shuddered, his thoughts scattering like frightened birds. Whatever remained of his willpower flickered, faded, and collapsed. In quiet recognition, he rolled onto his stomach and slowly lifted his ass up, as if it were a sacrifice to the Alpha, grabbing both of his cheeks and pulling them apart. He felt the Alpha gently stroke his mind, making his body shiver in happiness and reverence, as his new god slowly began to shove its cock deep inside him. He felt his bladder leaking with every thrust as the massive member slammed hard and fast, feeling as his colon began to burn as the Alpha quickly worked itself into a frenzy, gently dragging its claws against Evan’s tender flesh, adding more scratches to the surface. With one final, guttural growl, he felt as the Alpha’s seed flowed into him, his mind imagining a dark malevolent force pushing itself into him, flowing through his veins and shoving its tendrils into his mind. With a gasp and growl, Evan smiled, his pupils growing wide in surprised awe, feeling the second the Alpha’s virus started to seep into and reshape his mind. With a satisfied smile, the Alpha let its bladder flow, watching as Evan’s stomach began to bulge in response, as one of his other minions walked forward and handed their master a large butt plug, Evan’s mind likening it to a Christmas tree in the dim light. The plug was shoved deep into him, his anus stretching and burning even more before finally seating in place, trapping the massive amount of cum and piss deep in his guts to be absorbed and feed the change about to occur in his body. Evan felt the weight of something cold and heavy locking into place inside him, glowing briefly with unnatural light before settling. His mind cracked open, flooded with visions—his new form, his brothers waiting, the ritual not ending but beginning. Pleasure, fear, obedience, and delirium blurred into one unstoppable tide. He gasped, shaking violently and began to shoot his load, coating his wet, piss covered body with rope after rope of cum, smiling angelically as Sticks and Lockjaw dove forward, greedily lick his chest and stomach clean as Sticks latched onto his cock and began to suck it dry, with Lockjaw squeezing his balls as if to wring out each and every uncorrupted drop out of him. He sobbed at the sensation, until finally, his consciousness gave way entirely under the Alpha’s will. He belonged. Evan lay on the cold stone floor, trembling so violently that his muscles twitched with each breath. The Alpha’s presence pressed over him like a weighted blanket woven from heat and shadow. His vision pulsed in and out, red light ebbing through the chamber like a heartbeat not his own. His own heartbeat felt distant now—faint, irregular, as though it belonged to someone he used to be. Then the Alpha’s voice rolled through his skull, deeper now, resonant enough to shake his ribs: “Open your mind.” Evan gasped as warmth surged through his chest, rising up his throat and spilling behind his eyes in blinding waves. Thought itself felt like it liquefied—ideas melting, memories softening, borders dissolving. He felt the change beginning inside him like a second heart awakening. At first, it was subtle pressure—pushing outward against his bones, stretching the space behind his sternum, pulsing at the base of his skull. Then the pressure intensified, blooming into something hotter, richer, powerful enough to make him arch off the floor. A sound tore from him—half cry, half moan, all desperation—but not from pain. From hunger. He wanted this. “Oh… god…” he whispered, barely aware of his own voice. “Please… don’t stop…” The Alpha’s shadow leaned closer, horns framing the edges of Evan’s vision. “You crave what you will become.” Evan nodded, breath shuddering. “Yes… yes, I… I want it—” The Alpha’s mental touch slipped deeper into him—into the cracks of his unraveling identity, into the spaces where doubt and fear and worry had lived only an hour before. Images fluttered behind Evan’s eyes: the black horned silhouettes, the pack circling him, the rituals performed again and again in endless cycles, a brotherhood not of blood but something darker, older, binding. Of a shared virus. Changing all of them and corrupting them into something darker and evil. His chest burned with longing. His stomach tightened with anticipation. His mind whispered back, fragmented but eager: Let me be one of you. Let me belong. Make me yours. Heat spiraled down his limbs, crawling beneath his skin like molten ink. He felt it threading through his veins, sinking into his marrow, rewriting him. The sensation hurt—and soothed—and intoxicated him all at once. His fingers clawed the stone floor, unable to anchor himself through the overwhelming rush overtaking him. He could feel his shape already beginning to loosen around the edges. His breathing deepened, slower, more powerful than before. A faint shiver passed across his arms—like shadows dancing beneath the skin. He gasped and embraced the sensation instinctively. More. Please, more. I want to transform faster, Alpha. His bones ached—not breaking, but preparing, longing to shift. His skin prickled, pores heating with the promise of something dark and glossy rising beneath the surface. He wanted to feel it burst through, to feel the monster beneath him reveal itself. Every instinct he had ever lived by—fear, restraint, self-preservation—crumbled. His mind leaned into the change, pressing toward it like someone stepping willingly into fire. A whisper crossed his mind—not from the Alpha this time, but from himself. I want this. I want it so badly. Please… let me finish becoming. The Alpha’s hand lowered to his chest—a massive palm radiating heat—and Evan arched beneath it, shaking. Suddenly, a set of deep gashes sliced into his chest, welling up with blood as the other monsters stepped forward and began to piss into his wounds, allowing for their filth and seemingly demonic seed flood in through his wounds. When each of their minds touched him, Evan’s consciousness cracked open wide. He saw himself—reflected in the Alpha’s mind—tall, horned, obsidian-skinned, eyes glowing faintly from within. A creature of the dark. A brother. A vessel. A soldier. He exhaled shakily, tears streaking down his temples. “Yes…” he whispered. “That’s… me. That’s what I’m supposed to be…” His body would begin to pulse with the energy filling him. His muscles would tighten, expanded, relaxed, reshaped in terrifying, exquisite waves. His vision would cloud, then sharpen, as his physiology slid between human and other. Heat pooled low in his abdomen, flooding his spine, spreading through every nerve. He savored each ripple of soon to come transformation. Each small distortion of his humanity. Each sensation pushing him further from who he had been. “I want it,” he murmured desperately, his fingers curling, nails darkening slightly with each twitch. “I want to finish. Please—I want it. I want to be yours.” The Alpha’s mental voice rolled through him like a commandment: “Then surrender the last of your human mind.” Evan did. Gladly. He let the tide sweep through him, let the dark reshape him, let the warmth erase the final weak fearful sparks of who he’d been. Pleasure, terror, identity, submission—all blended together into a single overwhelming pulse of transformation. He shook violently, almost convulsing. He felt as his cock erupted again, with Sticks and Lockjaw switching positions, already feeling that his seed was no longer perfect and untainted, and instead tinged ever so slightly with the corruption. He let out a deep sigh and then collapsed back to the floor, chest heaving, eyes dimming faintly with the first signs of the monster he would become. He was not finished. He would continue to pump out every last drop of his still mostly uncorrupted cum to feed his new creators until nothing but black corrupted seed flowed out of him. He would gladly give up the remaining untainted part of him in order to feed that darkness. Because he was no longer human. And he wanted the rest of the change more than he wanted air.

Freshman Project: Jason (Part 9) Blake woke up on Sunday afternoon and reached out to wrap his arm around Jason, but the bed was empty. Conflicting thoughts ran through the jock’s head. He remembered almost everything that happened the night before and he was both excited and a little concerned. Ecstasy always made him a little emotional, but he had never before told anyone he loved them, not even Coach. Coach was the man he had devoted his life to and done whatever the man had ordered him to do, but he loved Coach like a father, not someone he loved as a partner. Blake had a bond with Aiden, but he didn’t love the sophomore. The boy had been fun to take under his wing and turn into a slut, but it was not the same connection he had developed with Jason. Did he actually love Jason, or had that just been the drugs talking he wondered. Did Jason love him, and would the boy still feel the same way this morning about taking multiple toxic loads from him last night? Had Jason run off this morning in regret as soon as he woke up? So many questions were running through Blake’s mind, and many of them were new territory of him. The jock got up and exited his bedroom. He heard some noise from the kitchen, which did not take much in his small one bedroom apartment to notice. Apparently Jason had not fled. Blake wiped the sleep out of his eyes as he entered the kitchen. “Good morning, Master. Coffee is ready, I’ll get you a cup, and the bacon and eggs will be ready in just a few minutes,” said Jason. The boy was naked except for his chastity cage as he slid along the counter to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee for Blake. He added just a small amount of cream, which is how Blake liked his coffee, then turned and brought the cup to Blake. Blake grabbed the coffee and took a drink. He hoped it would jump start his mind and allow him to figure out what was going on. “Good morning, Jason,” he finally managed to get out. “Did I put your cage back on last night?” he asked. “No Sir, but I when I work up this morning, I figured you would want it back on since you only took it off me last night so I could play with myself on the E. Thank for that Sir. I’ve gotten used to the cage and I like it on because it reminds me of my place as your Boy, I hope I didn’t do anything wrong Sir?” said Jason, hoping he hadn’t done anything wrong. “No Boy, it is fine. I’m glad you put it back on, you saved me the effort,” said Blake trying to cover for his surprise at finding it on Jason. “I’m going to go take a shower, have breakfast ready for me when I get back and we’ll talk more over breakfast,” said Blake as he tried to regain control over the situation. “Yes Master,” responded Jason as he turned back to the stove and tended the eggs. Blake’s eyes lingered over the V of the boy’s back as it joined his ass. He shook his head to break the spell this twink had apparently cast over him and headed to his shower. He entered his bathroom then warmed up the water till it was comfortable, then jumped under the spray. As he stood under the spray of the shower he thought about why he had gotten so attached to Jason. He was self aware enough to know to that he had a strong connection with each of the college boys he had converted, but none had been like this. He still occasionally saw Charlie and Ian as he supplied them with drugs to sell and collected their proceeds, but both young men had gone on to be sluts in different ways. While they still worked for Blake and Coach as dealers and whores under Blake’s direction, Blake was not fucking either one regularly. They both had found older Daddies that were their focus sexually. Aiden was still someone he would consider his Boy, but as Blake showered and got that clarity that sometimes come with shower thoughts, he realized that Aiden would be just fine without him. Jason on the other hand needed him in a way the others never had. The boy was just so naturally submissive and there was something that appealed to Blake in that regard. He had been unlocking the inner slut in boys these last few years, but he had been doing it because Coach told him to, now though, there was something about Jason that just hit differently. “Master, your breakfast is ready,” called Jason from the kitchen. The boy’s call broke Blake out of his deep thoughts over the Jason and the other boys. He quickly finished rinsing off then dried himself off with a towel. Before heading out to the kitchen naked, he went back to his room and pulled two bottles out of his nightstand. There were eggs, bacon, buttered toast, a fresh cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice sitting on the table for Blake when he entered the kitchen. It was set for one person, even though there was enough food on the plate for two. Blake sat down in the chair. As soon as he was seated, Jason knelt down beside him, “I hope Sir likes.” Blake set the bottles down on the table, then looked down at the twink that was on his knees next to him, “Yes, I do like it Boy. I could get used to waking up to this. But we need to talk, please sit at the table with me and grab yourself a plate. We need to talk about last night, not as Master and Servant, but as friends, hopefully.” Panic flashed across Jason’s face, his first instinct was that now that Blake had fucked him, he was going to dump him. He tried to regain his composure as he pulled himself up off the ground, grabbed a plate from the cabinet and then sat in the chair opposite of Blake at the small table. He couldn’t bring himself to speak and stared down at his empty plate. Blake grabbed the two pill bottles and pushed them towards Jason. “We touched it on last night, but I feel we need to talk about this now, when both of us aren’t rolling. I’m HIV positive and I haven’t taken any medications in a few months, so I’m infectious. I care for you and I want to make sure I am not pressuring you into anything you don’t want. So these pills, which Charlie got me from the health clinic, are a full course of PEP, post exposure prophylaxis. I remember putting at least two loads into you last, and there may have been a third. You said you wanted them at the time, but now in the cold light of day, I’m offering you the opportunity to treat yourself, just in case I infected you last night and you’ve changed your mind.” Jason gave Blake a confused look, “I knew what was happening last night, I wanted it. Do you no longer want me?” “I want you, I want to be with you, but I don’t want you ever regretting your decision. I don’t want you, years from now blaming me, and saying I took advantage of you while you were high, I never want you to ever regret what we did,” explained Blake. “Blake, I will do whatever you say, including taking every toxic load you will give me, but I want you to know, I’m doing so because I want to. I want to obey you, it makes me feel like I’ve found my purpose in life. I’ve spent my life obeying my father, his Pastor, my mother, my teachers, basically anyone with authority. I know what it feels like to obey someone when you don’t want to, with you it feels different. With you I’m not just obeying you, I’m submitting to you, willingly. It feels right for the first time in my life. I feel like I’m no longer pretending to be someone else. I’m my true self finally. I don’t just not care that you are infecting me, I want it. I want to belong to you, I need it. Now, being honest, if you are just using me and want to make me another mark on your scorecard, if you don’t care about me the same way I care about you, if you don’t want to own me, now and forever as you said last night, well I’ll take those and we can go our own ways. I hope you will still by my friend and maybe help me find someone that will want me to be theirs. If you do want me to be yours though, now and forever, then go ahead and dump those down the drain cause there is nothing more than I want, than to have a part of you inside me forever, even if it is a potentially deadly virus. I want to be yours, now and forever,” said Jason, as he fought back tears in his eyes. Blake’s cock was rock hard. “Boy, grab those bottles, open them, and take out one pill from each bottle into your hand,” said Blake, his voice clearly indicating he was back in ‘Master’ mode. “Yes Sir,” answered Jason still not sure exactly what Blake’s answer was. Even though he wasn’t sure what was going on, he obeyed. He opened the bottles, and took a pill from each in his hand. His mind was racing, was this Blake’s way of dumping him, was he going to order him to take today’s dose of PEP instead of just coming out and saying he didn’t want him. “Now go over to the sink and turn on the water,” Blake commanded. Jason did as he was order. As soon as the boy got up, Blake grabbed the bottles and followed Jason to the sink. Jason turned on the water, the pills in his hand. He was devastated as he felt that Blake was about to order him to take the pills as the older boy’s way of letting him know that he had just been using him. Instead, Blake used his left hand to push Jason’s torso down, bending the boy over the sink. He set the bottles in his right hand down on the counter next to the sink, then used the hand to line his cock up with Jason’s hole. He roughly shoved his dry cock into Jason’s asshole. “You’re mine Bitch,” growled Blake as worked his cock all the way into Jason’s tender ass, which was still a bit sore from last night. Still it had the remains of Blake’s cum and the lube from the night before which helped a bit to ease the passage of Blake’s thick nine and half inch cock into the Jason’s ass. Once Blake had bottomed out in twink’s ass, he leaned in so his mouth was next to Jason’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you slow so that you have enough time to drop a round of pills into the garbage disposal each time I bottom out. I’m going to fuck you until both those bottles are empty. You understand me Bitch Boy?” He asked. “Yes Sir,” said Jason as he wiggled his ass, doing his best to adjust the position of his ass to accommodate Blake’s thick cock. He dropped the pills in his hand down into the drain with garbage disposal. “Good Boy! Here I’ll help you,” said Blake as he reached over and knocked over the pill bottles, spilling the contents over the counter. “Now grab some more and watch your chance at avoiding becoming positive go down the drain,” said Blake as he slide his cock almost all the way out. As soon as Jason grabbed a handle of pills, he started slowly thrusting back in and timed it so that he bottomed out with a hard extra little push as he saw Jason drop his handful of pills down the drain. “You are going to stay here the next couple weeks, only leaving to go to your classes, you’re quitting that shit cafeteria job; you’re my Boy now,” said Blake as he pulled back and waited until Jason had grabbed more pills off the counter. “Dump those,” he said as he started sliding back in the twink’s tight but no longer virgin hole. When Jason dropped the pills into the sink, Blake finished his thrust with a hard push, making sure all of his thick hard cock was up inside the twink. Jason was enjoying the rough slow fuck. Sure Blake was ordering him to drop the pills into the sink with each thrust, but Jason realized he was actually in control of this fuck. While his first handful had been whatever he could grab, by his third he was only grabbing a couple pills to drop with each thrust. By the fourth thrust, it was obvious to both of them what was happening and who was now driving this fuck as Jason was quickly grabbing one pill at time and throwing it into the sink as fast as he could. “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, poz me, convert me, make me yours forever,” begged Jason as he did his best to quickly drop pill after pill into the sink. Blake for his part was enjoying trying to time his thrust with Jason feeding pills into the sink. Eventually both young men gave up on the pretense of the scene as Blake started thrusting hard and fast into Jason’s ass. Jason for his part just swept the rest of the pills off the counter and into the sink. While Blake had come a few times last night, Jason had not. He had enjoyed himself and felt ecstatic bliss while getting fucked while rolling on ecstasy as he had several anal orgasms, but he didn’t have a true ejaculatory climax. This fuck though was doing it for him now that he was no longer tripping. Every time Blake thrust in he was hitting the boy’s prostate. The whole scene was so hot for both of them and Jason soon realized he was about to cum. “Sir, please permission to cum, please Sir,” he begged. “Yes Boy, cum for me, shoot that load, show me how much you want to be mine and carry my virus in you. Shoot for me Boy,” responded Blake as he started thrusting harder into the twink. It wasn’t long before he felt Jason’s asshole spasm around his cock as cum started pouring out of the boy’s caged cock. Blake reached down and grabbed the boy’s cock as soon as he started to feel the boy’s ass contracting around his cock. The chastity cage was on and keeping the boy’s cock from expanding outward, but the boy’s cock was firm and pushing the cage outward with most of the boy’s erection still inside the boy’s crotch. Blake collected the rest of the boy’s load into his hand. Once he was sure the boy was done cumming he brought his cum soaked hand up to Jason’s mouth. “Here Boy, eat one of your last negative loads. I’m going to be there and make sure you eat all your last negative loads before you are truly pregnant with my babies,” growled Blake as he place his cum covered hand over Jason’s mouth. Jason did his best to lick up as much of his own cum as he could. Soon though he felt his real reward as Blake grabbed his hips and thrust hard into him then held his cock there as the older boy started cumming. Jason smiled as he felt his Master’s cock unloading another toxic inside his unprotected ass. As Blake grunted and ground his crotch against his Boy’s ass, Jason reached over and turned the garbage disposal on to destroy the PEP pills.

Chapter 3 – Well in the Clouds Chapters 1 and 2 describe an evening that started at Zak’s house and has progressed to me, naked and hooded in a sling in some warehouse, getting my ass worked over by a few guys. Two of them have fisted me, there have been toys in my ass, and I’ve swallowed a load of cum on the way over. Now, we’re going to blow some more clouds. I went to rise out of the sling when one of the guys put his hand on my chest and pushed me back down. “You stay here until we tell you to get up!” I heard the click of the torch and could smell the unmistakable aroma as they melted the T. Someone brought the bubbler to me, and I took a nice cloudy hit. I held it and, before I could blow it out, felt another mouth on mine. We shotgunned the T back and forth a few times, then his tongue entered my mouth. I got several more hits, and someone gave me another booty bump. This one didn’t burn as much as the first, but that could just be the fact that the nerves in my ass were so overstimulated they couldn’t feel the melting. Once the bump had melted and we had all smoked ourselves into a stupor, the ass play began again in earnest. Guys had been stroking and fingering my hole during our rest but now they were going back to it. Whoever was working my ass now was being a bit more gentle, perhaps to let the new T really hit hard before they went nuts on my ass. He started out with some gentle stroking and mild penetration with his fingers. He had a few fingers from one hand in when I felt his other hand nearing my hole. Soon, fingers from that hand were poking into my hole, sometimes alone and sometimes with fingers from the other hand. He used both hands to open my ass, rotating them around as he pulled my hole open. I was moaning in pleasure from this, so he told me to do some more poppers. Happy to oblige, I put the nozzle to my nose and began to inhale. I kept breathing in new fumes for several breaths, getting my brain seriously fucked up. Once I let go of the hose, the guy started to work me over more seriously. He stretched my hole wider than it had been before. Then, he plunged his hand into my ass, pausing at that point of ultimate stretch. He kept his hand there, just moving it slightly left and right, and occasionally moving back and forth. I was writhing in pleasure as he worked my ass like a maestro. Then, he drove in deep with his hand. He quickly got to the bend in my ass, which opened readily for him. He teased that area for a while, sometimes slipping his fingers deep into my bowels. But mostly he stayed at the bend, flexing and twisting his hand inside me. The poppers were wearing off, but the sensations I was feeling were incredible. I reached down to open my ass more, but my hands were slapped away. I felt another guy’s hand on my ass, and he pulled my cheeks further apart. The guy fisting me began a very slow extraction. He worked my ass on the way, flexing, twisting, prodding as he pulled back. When he got to the widest part of his hand, he paused there, letting me experience the stretch. When he was all the way out, the guy holding my ass open let it go. “No. Hold it open so I can really work his hole over.” The hands went back on my ass and spread me wide. I also slid down a little in the sling to help to open my ass. My hole was pumping in anticipation of what was to come. First, his hand went partway into me. He must have made a funnel with his hand and fingers since I felt the coolness of fresh lube being poured into my hole. He filled me up nicely with the lube, the cooling sensation exciting me for what was to come. I heard a guy lubing up his hands. He then placed one at my ass and began to push lightly. He must have been making a fist since this felt larger than anything from before. With a little pressure from him and me working to open my ass, his fist popped into me. He twisted it around a bit and then worked it out. He entered my ass again with a fist. He repeated this, going a little deeper every time he inserted his fist. He could tell I was loving it, so he told me to snort some poppers. He held his fist in my ass while I inhaled and then began a fast extraction and insertion once the fumes hit. My ass was being held open, I was in a sling in some unknown location, a guy was fisting me, and I was soaring in ecstasy. Once again, a hefty spurt of precum came out of my caged cock and dribbled its way down to my hole. Now, my own precum was mixing with the other juices as he pounded my hole. The guy fisting me started to slow down and soon slid his fist deep inside me. He was twisting and flexing a little, but needed a break. He worked his hand out of my ass and shoved in another butt plug. “Next!”

In Boston… for the last 30, 35 years? (Maybe more) there is an art instillation for the 24 hours of World AIDS day … part of which are these little shrines… this year this one caught my eye that included this button from 1996 .. and it seems that all of us ( not just in the US need to remember this next time we vote

It is time for me to share more about Spencer, the hot 22-year-old ginger adult bookstore clerk/stud who looks like a surfer lifeguard: As I have said before and will say it again, Spencer is a brilliant kinky bastard to whom I owe a great debt of gratitude. After that first time, when Spencer coordinated having a homeless guy named Charlie fuck me full of cum so I could feed his and Spencer’s loads to my husband, I have been going to the bookstore early every Sunday morning before my husband gets home from work. I try to get as many guys as possible to nut in my ass at the bookstore, so I can feed it to my unsuspecting hubby. I also pick up a bottle of “lube” each Sunday, which Spenser has filled with random strangers’ cum…loads and loads of cum from used condoms that Spencer collects for me throughout the week when he cleans the video booths. Spencer pours each load into an empty lube bottle for me and keeps it frozen at the bookstore until I pick it up. He always tells me how many loads he as poured into the bottle and any known details about the sperm donors. The lube bottle Spencer uses is a brand that markets their lube as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. Little does my oblivious husband know it’s real cum that he’s eating. But as I have said before and I will say it again: My husband as a lot of book-smarts but absolutely no fucking common sense. The first time Spencer loaded me up with a full bottle man juice for my husband, he gave me his cell phone number so I could send him videos of my husband eating the random strangers’ loads out of my ass in the comfort of our own home. Spencer and I subsequently began texting frequently during the week. I texted Spencer last Monday night, telling him “Houston, we have a problem.” It seemed the more random man juice I feed my husband out of my ass, the more he craves. It's like we are feeding an addiction. My husband still thinks it is the cum-tasting lube and it is just a matter of going to the bookstore to buy more. The fact that my husband’s demand for cum outweighs the current supply was problematic last Monday, especially when I could not get out of the house to get fresh loads and it was Spencer’s night off and there was no cum to be had. What if my husband bought the legitimate lube to eat out of my ass and he realized it was not what he’d been eating?! We had to avoid a potential cum crisis at all cost. Just as I started to panic, Spencer texted me back with a fucking ingenious idea: He said “Fill the empty lube bottle with your nut every time you jerk off thinking about feeding your husband all those random loads of cum. Start feeding your husband your loads too!” What a fucking brilliant idea!!! On Friday I syringed nine loads of my fucking jizz up my ass and fed every drop to my cum-addicted husband! I woke up early Sunday morning and texted Spencer to let him know I would see him at the adult bookstore soon. He texted me back saying, “I have a plan that you are going to fucking love. Do not come to the bookstore this morning. Text your husband, telling him you look forward to your sexy time together after work and ask him to stop by the bookstore before he heads home to buy more lube. Don’t worry…I got it covered, and I will do the rest.” I knew Spencer had my back, so I texted my husband as instructed, asking him to buy more lube on his way home. I told him I called the local adult bookstore to confirm they had the lube in stock and reminded of him of the brand. I casually mentioned that I was sure the clerk working at the bookstore could help him with the lube if needed, and then I fell back to sleep. I woke up to the sound of my husband in our bedroom. He was making more noise than normal and in my disoriented state, I saw him set something down on the floor on his side of the bed. I looked at the clock, and it was a little after 9am. This was later than normal for my husband to get home from work, since his work shift ends at 6am, but he admitted his replacement at the hospital arrived late. Me: “Did you have a chance to buy more lube?” Hubby: “Yes. I had a difficult time finding it but the guy working there was very helpful. I bought one bottle, and he gave me a second bottle for free because he said it was very close to the expiration date. Me: “That was nice of him!” Hubby: “I also bought you something…” Me: “What?!” Hubby: “Well, as I was paying for the lube, the guy at the counter asked me if I was dating anyone. When I told him about you, he suggested I buy you a present. He was definitely trying to up-sell. Me: “So what did you buy me?!” Hubby: “Well the guy asked why you liked sexually so he could help me pick out the perfect gift and I told him you liked me to eat your butt.” Me: “Wow, Daniel! You shared that with the bookstore clerk?!" Hubby: “Well he was determined to help me find the perfect gift for you…” At that point, my husband picked up a box from the floor on his side of the bed. A box with a photo of a rim chair on it!!! Me: “OMG, Daniel!!! It’s a rim chair!!! For me?!!! THANK YOU!!! "FUCK ME!" I thought to myself, so fucking excited as my husband had a shy smirk on his face, pleased that he's made me so happy. And how fucking brilliant of Spencer to get my husband to buy me a fucking rim chair?!!! I told my husband I wanted to try the rim chair right away and headed to the shower to get my hole ready. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand on the way, and as soon as I closed the bathroom door, I texted Spencer: “YOU SOLD MY HUSBAND A FUCKING RIM CHAIR!!! BEST GIFT EVER!!! TY!!!” “No problem! It took some convincing and some advanced sales skills, but he realized how much you would enjoy it. I think he’s looking forward to lying underneath it and eating your ass too! He also bought our special lube. I assume you are getting ready to try out the rim chair. Once you are seated on in and he starts eating your ass, text me again. Oh, and wear your ear buds while he’s rimming you…I have something for you to watch.” I sat my phone down and got my hole ready. When I came back into the bedroom, my husband was lying naked on his side of the bed. I put my ear buds in and walked over to my closet to grab a pair of socks: Hubby: “Oh, I almost forgot…I also bought you these.” He handed me a pair of white calf-length athletic socks with “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on both sides of both socks in black thread. Me: “Those are fucking hot! Thank you! I put the socks on my feet and pulled on my running shoes. Me: “So where is this rim chair and how do we use it?” Hubby: “Before we do that, get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want to squirt some of this lube up your hole.” Me: “You really like the taste of that lube, don’t you? Did you admit to the helpful counter guy that you like the taste of the lube?” Hubby: “When I was paying for it, he asked me if I liked the taste, so yeah, I told him I did. Oh, we should use to bottle of lube that is set to. expire soon so it doesn’t go bad. Here…Open the bottle of lube up for me while I grab something.” He tossed the bottle of lube to me, and I twisted the top off and there was a round foam bottle seal covering the top. “WTF,” I thought to myself. When I picked up the bottles of lube that Spencer put together for me, they were not sealed because there were empty when Spencer filled them with cum. I carefully removed the seal and smelled the open bottle. It definitely smelled like real cum, but was it? If so, how did Spencer get the bottle sealed after he filled the bottle with cum? I made a mental note to ask him. I handed the now opened but re-capped bottle of lube to my husband, but he started unscrewing the cap. My eyes went wide in surprise when I saw him sticking the tip of a syringe in the bottle sucking all the lube out of it. My husband noticed my surprise… Hubby: “Oh, Spenser gave me this syringe. He said it’s the best way to insert lube up a guy’s hole.” As I got on my hands and knees on the bed, it was not lost on me that my husband had just used Spenser’s name when mentioning the syringe. He was now using that syringe to unknowingly push random loads of strangers’ cum into my hole so he could unknowingly eat them out. Hubby: “Ok, I think you are ready. Stand up.” I stood up as my husband moved away from the bed. He got down on the floor and laid on his back, lying his head on a little leather pillow that must have come with the chair. The rim chair itself was now next to his head and picked it up and positioned it directly over his head. He then told me to spread my cheeks and to take seat. I followed my husband’s instructions, although unbeknownst to him, I was well-versed with using a rim chair. Once I was seated on the chair, I noticed the empty lube bottle…he had syringed the entire bottle of cum inside of me. As my husband started lapping my hole, I texted Spencer… Me: “Hey Spence! Thank you for being such a great salesman! My husband is now underneath the rim chair eating cum out of my ass. BTW: The bottle we used is the one that expires soon. It was sealed. Is it cum or is it really lube? The bottles of cum you have given me have never been sealed before.” Spencer: “Oh, it is definitely cum! I actually bought some round bottle seals so he would not become suspicious. The unopened bottle has 27 loads of cum I collected throughout the week when I cleaned the video booths. The loads in the bottle you are using now are not from bookstore customers though.” Me: "Where are they from and who’s cum is it?!!!" Spencer: "You really wanna know?!” Me: “Fuck yeah! Stop teasing me! You know who’s cum it is?! Who’s cum is it?!!!” Spencer: “Charlie stopped by earlier.” Me: “It’s Charlie’s cum?” (Charlie was the homeless guy who has fucked me full of fresh cum before.) Spencer: “Yes. Your husband is now eating Charlie’s cum out of your ass, but it's not only Charlie's cum he's eating!" Me: “Fuck, Spence, who else’s cum is my husband eating?!!!” Spencer: “Well Charlie stopped by about an hour before your hubby arrived. He had 15 used condoms with him. 15 condoms that I provided him brand new and free of charge yesterday to hand out to the guys at the homeless shelter. Right now, your fucking husband is eating the cum of 15 local homeless men! It's fucking crazy how much cum they shot into those condoms!" Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I yelled, realizing I yelled out loud rather than in a text to Spencer. I froze, momentarily panicked, but then realized my husband thought I yelled because he was eating my ass. Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I texted to Spencer. Spencer: “But that’s not all!” Me: “What the fuck, Spencer! What do you mean?!!!” Spencer did not immediately respond back, but a couple of minutes later as I am moaning loudly, enjoying my husband French kissing my pucker hole, I receive a link to a video uploaded to an on-line platform where guys post kinky content and other horny men subscribe to watch. I click to play the video and the initial images are dark and hard to make out. It is clear the person holding the camera was walking and then a door comes into view. It is the front door of the adult bookstore where Spencer works, a door with a sign on it that says, “Closed for cleaning!” I see a hand reach out and grab the door handle. The door opens despite the closed sign, and the camera man and I, as the viewer, walk into the adult bookstore together. The camera quickly scans the bookstore and I see the familiar merchandise in the distance, along with the front counter with no one behind it. The camera man turns to the right and as he walks through the doorway to video booth area, I hear gay porn. I also hear someone moaning real time. Once we enter the video booth area, the camera focuses on the wide hallway that has booths directly across from one another. There in the center of the wide-open hallway for all to see is Spencer. He is naked except for white calf-length athletic socks and black high-tops. The socks, that have “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on the sides of them, accentuate his amazing legs covered with curly ginger hair, as well as his athletic calves. His magnificent chest, arms, and body are on full display for the camera. As the camera pans down slightly, anyone watching, including me now watching in replay mode, can clearly see Spencer is stilling on a rim chair. FUCK ME! It’s the same fucking rim chair I am currently sitting on, while my husband eats random homeless strangers’ loads out of my ass! The camera shifts down further, and Spencer is clearly getting his ass eaten in the video. Based on the gobbling sounds, I am confident Spencer is getting loads eaten out of his ass, and by the looks of it, he’s feeding them to my fucking husband who is lying on the floor wearing the same work clothes he stripped out of while I was in the shower! The camera gets closer, and Spencer moans as his eyes roll back in his head, making him even more sexy if that is humanly possible. He then suddenly realizes the camera is on him, so he shifts into “on-air” mode and makes direct eye contact with the camera… “Hey guys! Welcome to my live stream from an adult bookstore near you! Today I am doing a full-on “anal-oral review” of the “Snack Stool,” a simple but effective rim chair for guys like me who like to offer up some premium pound cake for hungry guys to eat and enjoy, like my good buddy Danny here. The “Snack Stool” comes with a soft and pliable ‘tush cush’ that provides long-term comfort with no lower back pain. It ensures your crack snacker can play “Tongue in the Bum,” also known as “Bung Tonguing” or “Bum Snogging” on the other side of the pond. The “Snack Stool” guarantees your fart-box hours of enjoyment while you feel like you are in hog heaven the entire time. The “Snack Stool also comes with this leather pillow that keeps your butt muncher comfortable while he enjoys some derriere dining and some rear-end delight. It comes with two different lengths of metal legs to ensure your rump ranger is well positioned to fully enjoy his all-you-can-eat booty buffet. Right now, this felch-belcher is savoring a 12-course booty brunch, courtesy of the “Snack Stool” and my tender, man-juice marinaded, and melt-in-your mouth premium grade-A rump roast! This baby bird banana juice butt feeding was made possible by contributions from 12 viewers like you. Thank you! And a big “Thank you” to the manufacturers of the “Snack stool.” It is definitely worth the money, and I give it two huge thumbs up!!!" (Spencer gives his audience his million-dollar smile and holds both thumbs up for the camera, looking sexy as fucking hell.) "And finally: A huge thank you to Danny, my cheating French kissing butt licker…And to think you kiss your husband with that mouth?! In all seriousness guys, Danny is a good ass licker but as you know, practice makes perfect. If any of you live in the Pacific NW and wanna help make Danny the CEO of Ass Eating, hit me up and I will see if I can convince him to help you out like he did me this morning. But alas, Danny has totally and thoroughly cleaned me out. Cleaning time is over and it’s time for me to get back to work…See you next time guys!!!" (Spencer smiles and literally winks at his followers before the video ends.) As the video ends and I feel overwhelmed. My clueless husband is French kissing my pucker hole with no hesitation, making it feel so fucking fantastic. My vanilla husband is no longer vanilla and is a now a sneaky cheater like me, thanks to Spencer helping turn him to the dark side. Speak of the devil, I receive a new text from Spencer. “Hey Jimmy!” Still feeding Danny all that homeless man chowder? You often hear about 'Feeding the homeless.' Well now the homeless are fucking feeding your hubby! LOL". My fucking cock throbs in response to Spencer’s text, as I push a steady stream of homeless man chowder into my husband’s mouth. “We are going to get a lot of use out of that fuckin rim chair, Jimmy! It’s where your husband belongs. By the way, the 2nd bottle of lube is filled with 10 loads of my sweet nectar. I was going to feed him that bottle when he came by this morning, but decided to save that bottle for you, since I know you love having my cum up your ass! This is an excellent partnership, Jimmy, and you feeding my jizz to your hubby is so fucking hot! I, meanwhile, loved feeding your hubby the 12 random loads from used condoms. I now know first-hand why feeding your hubby random loads of strangers' cum without him knowing turns you on so much!" "You probably heard me call your hubby a 'felch belcher' in my video. I knew he had no clue what that means but that my audience will fully understand. The stupid fuck really thought he was eating cum-tasting lube out of my fucking ass! He's definitely not the brightest tool in the shed!" “Some other good news, Jimmy! The livestream of your husband being my personal wad gobbler is very popular. Between the livestream and the replays, I have gotten some good tips. It’s so fucking hot that your hubby is making me a butt-load by eating loads out of my fucking butt! LOL!” “That’s not all! I have already gotten some private messages and fan feedback to my video. There are several local guys in the area who want to offer their assholes up so they can help Danny become 'the CEO of Ass Eating!' When I privately shared the plan of local guys feeding your husband random loads of cum from any men willing to shoot up their assholes, they confirmed they are all in! I’m starting to organize a strategy for that, but I think there are going to be many mornings when your husband is going to ‘work extra hours’ at his new side job.” “I’m starting to get a steady stream of customers here so I’ve got to get back to work, but I will be in touch soon about next steps in our Master Plan!!! Bye for now, Jimmy!" I set my phone down and started stroking my cock like my fucking life depended on it. I thought of my husband’s future fate and there was no holding back. I pushed out my pucker hole hard, dumping the remainder of the homeless guys' man chowder into his hungry mouth as I started to convulse, shooting one of the biggest loads of my fucking life!...And Spencer is absofuckinglutely right...I am in hog fucking heaven!!! …To Be Continued…

There are times when you reflect on your current circumstance and wonder to yourself, “How did I fucking get to this place?” That is exactly what I was thinking as I parked my car in the dark parking lot of an adult bookstore/movie theater that was about 10 minutes from the home I share with my husband. It was about 4:05am early Sunday morning and I felt like a bitch in heat as I cruised for cock and cum to fulfill my latest obsession: Having strangers fuck me full of cum and then feeding their nut to my unsuspecting husband. It has been a week since the last two guys dumped their loads in my hole, and I was craving the opportunity to feed my husband another stranger’s second-hand load when he got home from work at 6:30am. I had spent the past three hours on multiple gay cruising apps with no success. The guys I had messaged had either been not interested or not serious about getting together. The time available to get a load for my husband was dwindling and if I did not get it soon, I would have to wait another full week, which was a lifetime for a slut like me. After three hours with no prospects and feeling more desperate by the minute, I decided to visit the nearby adult bookstore/movie theater to hopefully get a quick load. My hopes dwindled as I stood at the locked front door and read the “Closed for Cleaning until 4:30am” sign. FUCK! I looked at the time on my phone and thought waiting 25 minutes until they reopened was not too long to wait, but then it occurred to me that there were no other cars in the parking lot and who knew how long before a top wanting to fuck me full of cum would show up. I was not ready to give up yet so I convinced myself to stay until at least 5am before I threw in the towel: 25 minutes to patiently wait until the bookstore reopened and 30 minutes for the cock of my dreams to hopefully pierce my pucker hole and dump a load. I ultimately returned to my car, watching the front door until the bookstore worker removed the cleaning sign and unlocked the door. As soon as it was unlocked, I sprinted through the door and up to the counter where a cute 22-24-year-old ginger stood behind the counter. He looked like he could be a surfer or a lifeguard, and I was sure most of the horny customers drooled over him and wanted to see him naked. I didn't know the guy’s name, but we had exchanged brief pleasantries in the past when I came in to purchase poppers or used the video booths to get some cock and cum. As I approached the counter, the guy gave me his killer smile and asked me why I looked so tense. I debated for a moment if I should tell him the truth, but then admitted to the bookstore clerk I was desperate to get fucked full of cum, but my morning had been a bust so far. I told hot boy I needed to be home by 6:20am and hoped to get a load up my ass before then. Hot boy asked, “what’s at home at 6:20am?” and I told him my boyfriend. One of his eyebrows raised in a sexy sort of way, as he asked me if my boyfriend knew I was desperate to get my hole filled with cock and cum and I told him “no.” “That’s fucking hot” he said, giving me a smile that would stop traffic. I said, “You think that’s fucking hot, wait until you hear what I want do that cum!” His eyebrow rose again as I told him about my obsession with getting cum fucked up my ass so I could feed it to my husband without him knowing. I explained about the lube that looks and smells and tastes like cum and how my oblivious boyfriend was eating stranger’s loads out of my ass thinking it’s the fucking lube. The guy smirked as he ask me if my husband was really that fucking stupid and I told him that my husband was very vanilla and had a lot of book smarts but no common sense. It would never occur to my husband that I was feeding him another man’s cum. At that moment, the front door to the bookstore opened and a big, tall older and unattractive man walked in. It was hard to tell how old he was because he had a weathered look about him, but I guessed he was in his late 60’s to early 70’s, which put him somewhere between my dad's and grampa’s ages. The guy had a straggly over-grown beard and mustache and the hair on his head was long and unkempt. He was a hefty guy with dirt on his flannel shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. He needed a shower and looked like he might be homeless. From just inside the door the guy yelled over, asking the clerk if it was ok to use the bathroom to clean himself up a little bit. Hot boy said, “Sure thing, Charlie, but I need a favor in exchange.” Charlie got a surprised look on his face but asked “What do you need?” Without missing a beat, the clerk said “My buddy here is desperate to have a stranger fuck him full of cum so he can take it home and feed it to his dipshit husband. Are you ok dumping your load inside his ass?” Charlie got a smile on his face and said “Fuck Yeah!” Hot Boy smiled widely as he turned to me and said, “you are gonna get that load fucked into you after all” and nodded and pointed his finger for me to go over to Charlie since the decision was made. As I walked away from the counter hot boy said, “Charlie: My buddy is under a tight time schedule. Take him into the bathroom with you and fuck him full of cum and after you are done, you can clean yourself up really good.” Right as we were about to enter the bathroom hot boy said, “Hey buddy, I have a present for you to take home to your husband. Stop back up to the counter before you head home, ok?” I agreed as I followed Charlie into the bathroom. When Charlie and I entered the bathroom, I was struck by how much taller than I Charlie was. He had to be 6’5” – 6’6” in comparison to me being 5’7”. Charlie wasted no time undoing his pants and pushed them down to his knees while I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. I walked over to him, and he reached out and grabbed my hooded sweatshirt with both of his hands and pulled it up over my head and threw it on the floor in the corner. I was now standing there in just my running shoes and athletic socks. With his pants around his legs, Charlie waddled over to the toilet, sat down, and patted his thighs with both of his hands and said, “get over here and sit on my beer can cock, boy.” I looked down at Charlie’s fat cock for the first time and quickly walked back to the bathroom door. I opened the door and yelled, “Hey bud, do you have any lube we can use?” to which hot boy yelled back, “Sure thing, buddy! I will be right there.” After a moment, I heard the clerk approach and say, “here ya go,” as he handed me a plastic syringe filled with lube. Hot boy said, “I thought you would need some lube, so I just pumped a load out for you. Your husband is going to eat some of my nut right along with Charlie’s,” and he chuckled as he turned and walked away. I turned back around and walked toward Charlie with the syringe in my hand. As I got close, Charlie reached out to take the syringe and told me to turn around and bend over. I felt him push the syringe up my hole and felt the wetness inside my hole as Charlie squeezed the syringe handle to release hot boy’s cum. When he was done, Charlie threw the syringe on the floor in the corner near my hooded sweatshirt. I pulled myself up and positioned myself so I could sit on his cock facing away from him, but he stopped me and said, “Oh no…I want you facing me while I fuck you full of cum” and he pulled me forward. Charlie had wide hips so I widened my stance so I could straddle him while he sat on the toilet. Charlie clamped his big hands on my waist and said, “here we go boy” as he pulled me down onto his raging hard thick cock that stood straight up, puncturing my hole and opening me wide with one thrust. I yelled because his cock was big and thick, and my hole did not have time to adjust. Charlie pulled me down on his cock undeterred until he was balls deep and my hole felt stretched wider than it has been in a very long time. I pleaded with Charlie to go easy, but Charlie said, “You need to get my load home to your husband, boy and you don’t have time for me to go easy. Shut the fuck up and ride my cock!” And with that, Charlie lifted my hips up and down with his hands, frequently pulling me all the way off his cock and then slamming me back down on it again as I cried out, aware that anyone coming in the bookstore would hear me. After a while, Charlie let go of my waist and put his arms and hands under my thighs and lifted my legs and feet up off the floor and raising them up along the sides of the toilet. Charlie pushed me backward, impaling me on his cock as my legs and feet raised higher until my ankles were on his shoulders and I was cradled in his lap. In a fluid motion, Charlie enveloped me in his arms and lifted himself up off the toilet and me along with him. With his pants still around his legs, he waddled over until my back was against the wall and started pounding into my hole, eventually letting my ankles fall from his shoulders so my legs and feet were dangling in the area on either side of his big frame. I felt so full, and the fuck was so intense, I was screaming. After what seemed like forever, Charlie roared loudly and pushed his cock deep inside of me as he dumped his nut inside of me. Charlie held me against the wall, his cock still fully impaling me when the bathroom door opened and hot boy stood there with a smile on his face. He tossed a fat butt plug onto my hooded sweatshirt on the floor and said, “compliments of the house so you don't loose any of our cum before feeding your hubby!” and then closed the door. Charlie eventually pulled his cock out of me and held me under my armpits, as I lowered my legs and got my feet on the ground. My legs were shaky, and I stood there for a few minutes getting my wits about me before Charlie picked up the butt plug, swiveled me around and pushed it up inside my ass. With that, he walked over to the sink and started washing himself. I put my shorts and my hooded sweatshirt on and turned around and said “thank you” to Charlie as I prepared to walk out of the bathroom. Charlie kept washing himself, either not hearing me or ignoring me as I left the bathroom. My head was still spinning as I left the bathroom, and I heard hot boy yell “Hey bud! Don’t forget the present I have for your husband!” I slowly walked to the counter as the clerk grabbed a bottle of lube from behind him and sat it on the counter. As I looked at the 3 oz bottle of the “it’s just like-cum” lube, hot boy said “go ahead and take it.” As I took the bottle, he said “That bottle has the cum from the eight used condoms I found in the waste baskets from the 20 video booths I cleaned right before you arrived this morning. I threw them away earlier but pulled them out of the garbage after our conversation about your husband, and poured the loads into that bottle while you were getting fucked. Those eight loads are from random guys, all shapes and sizes, and walks of life. Take that bottle home and feed those loads from complete strangers to your hubby every chance you get. He will be amazed at how real that lube feels, tastes, and smells like cum.” My eyes went wide, and my cock was rock hard thinking of the opportunity. “I will do you one better,” hot boy continued. Come back next Sunday morning at 5am and I will give you another bottle of “lube.” It will be filled with all the loads from all of the used condoms I collect as I clean the video booths during the next week. I will keep track of the number of loads, so you know how much nut you are feeding to your husband. If interested, I will continue to collect loads for him every week. I will keep the bottle in our freezer here during the week and I suggest you discreetly store the bottle in your freezer in some type of container your hubby will not open. This will keep the loads fresh until you feed them to him. In exchange for your hubby’s weekly lube subscription, I have two requests: 1). You make sure you feed him every load in the bottle and return the empty lube bottle when you pick up the next supply of lube. I will reuse the same bottles every other week. 2). I want you to make videos of you feeding your hubby all those random loads of cum out of your ass. His face will be covered by your ass so you should have no problem making eye contact with your phone camera and being verbal with your hubby, as you make the video without him knowing. I want to hear you encouraging your husband to eat that lube and him telling you how much he loves eating it. Give me lots of dirty talk!" I almost shot my load hands-free as hot boy laid out the detailed plan for my husband, offering to become my co-conspirator. He held out his hand as he asked, “Do we have a deal?” to which I said, “We have a fucking deal!” and shook his hand. Hot boy concluded by saying, “Good boy!" He then handed me a piece of paper with a phone number and said “I expect you to text me a copy of the video of you feeding your husband my and Charlie's loads this morning. Now get your ass home and feed your hubby!” As I walked to my car, I had a full-blown smile on my face. And to think I was afraid this morning was going to be a total bust!

Do I feel it when my hole gets bred? No. Not really. What i do feel and really enjoy is the cum dripping out of my hole and into my ballsack.

I love seeing my partner being fucked I even whore him out myself. Makes me proud dating a nympho who takes on hundreds of men a year. He's rarely coming home with a dry hole and I love it. I'll reward him with a good fuck and a few friends

Sorry for the delay! I looked up at the guy from where I sat at the edge of bed, my eyes travelled up past his slightly sagging belly, over his tattoo and into his face. He gave me wicked looking grin as I met his eyes. "Why don't you let me show you something. Why don't you turn round and kneel on that bed, I'll make you feel something you've never felt." "Uhm, if we have sex...we should use condoms, have you got any?" I said. "Sure I could get one, but that isn't what I had in mind. I hesitantly turned around and knelt on all fours. I was torn, this seemed off, but at the same time I was so fucking turned on by this guy who was older than my father. "That's it" he said. I felt his hand, it felt warm but slightly rough as it traced up my inner thigh. I shivered as his hand grazed my tight balls and firmly grasped my cock. I couldn't help but gasp as he slowly began to pump his fist up and down. I'd never had a guy do anything like this to me before! "Now, lets see boy, you ever had that tight ass played with before?" "Uh..uh...no..." I felt a cold slimey feeling on my puckered asshole, then flinched slightly as I felt one of his callused fingertips press gently against it. But his slowly pumping fist on my cock kept me in place. After 5 minutes I was head down, ass up on the rubber mattress, moaning like I don't think I ever had. "Well, I think he likes it", I'd almost half-forgotten the guy behind me, I'd been so focussed on the waves of pleasure coming from my asshole. "Well boy, was that a first?", I nodded with my head still pressed into the mattress. "Well, how about a little bondage? You ever tried being tied up? Most bottom's like you love it." Was that what I was? I'd heard of bottoms before, had never thought of it as a label for me, but despite this thought, all I could do was nod my head, hoping to increase the pleasure coming from the finger in my ass and the hand round my cock. "You'll love it." I could almost hear the grin "Just put your hands up there, no, bit further." I reached my hands up, when he grabbed my wrists and wrapped them in what felt like leather, tight. I moaned as I felt the finger leave my ass, unconsciously thrusting my hips backwards. In it's place, I saw a small brown bottle put in front of me under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, you might need it." I was a bit confused, but was so turned on I did it without thinking. I took a deep breath and held it, as I exhaled I felt my head start to spin. Just as I peaked, I again felt the finger slide into my asshole and moaned as the pleasure was so much more. He grabbed my hips with one hand to steady me and I rocked back slightly further onto his finger. I then felt his other hand spank my ass hard, the sudden sting shocking me but also blending with the pleasure from my...wait.... "Is...fuck, is that your finger in me?" I stammered. "Nope." He said. Holy shit, was this saggy older guy fucking me? "I..what..do you...fuck..have a condom on?" The whole time I spoke I could feel his cock slide even further into my asshole. This was going way too fast for me to keep up, but at the same time the feeling of fullness as I felt his wiry pubes graze my ass was like nothing I'd ever felt. I was again shocked by a sudden flash of pain from my backside as he simultaneously withdrew and then stabbed his cock deep into my ass in one go and spanked my ass hard, much harder than last time. "You don't ask questions, boy."

"Hey, how's it going. First time here?" The guy lounged back onto the bench, smiled at me and slightly spread his legs, his towel revealing up to his upper thighs. "Uh yeah, found the place online, sounded interesting." I replied. His smile got a notch wider, "Well it certainly is that, interesting. You want me to show you around?" I'd pretty much seen the entire place, but I nodded anyway, scared to be rude to this confident older dude, and I'll admit, a little turned on. He got up and I followed him back out to the corridor. He pointed out all the things I had already seen mostly, but left the cabin facing the counter till last. "This is my favourite room, best in the whole place, want me to show you why?" Again I nodded, nervous but excited. "Well, if you step inside, you'll see" he said. I walked into the room and saw a raised platform across most of the room with a rubber wrapped mattress pad on top. The cabin had maybe 4 feet of floorspace before you got to the platform. I felt the guy step inside behind me, closing the door behind him. "See, very cosy. Why don't you sit thereon the bed, make yourself comfortable, I have." I turned around, unsure whether I should continue with where this was headed, and was shocked to be confronted with the guy completely naked, his cock rising at a semi from his wiry pubes, already larger than mine which chose that moment to spring to full attention, maybe 3/4 the size of his semi-soft cock. It had a narrow head on a thick shaft above heavy low balls. At this point I realised he was smiling at my slack jawed staring. "Looks like we both like what we see, why don't you take off the towel and sit down" I did mutely, staring at his body as I did. He stayed standing and stepped in, leaving his engorging cock a foot from my face. "I'm John by the way. Why don't you touch it? It won't bite" His cock twitched as he said the word bite. I glanced up at his face, no doubt looking dazed, but he was smiling and I felt my hand drift up and gently wrap around his shaft, warm and slightly soft to the touch. "So, you here to feel things out? Experiment? You looked pretty uncertain out there, can be a bit much your first time." "Um, yeah, I've wanted to come for a while, but hadn't gotten the nerve" I said. "So what kind of stuff did you want to experiment with then? You enjoying holding my cock?", I nodded, "Well, why don't you give it a stroke" My hand felt awkward at this angle, but apparently it felt good because his cock soon became fully erect, his piss slit pointed straight at my face. As I continued to pump my fist over his hard cock, a drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of his cock, now waggling in front of my face ever closer. My mouth opened, almost in shock, but he obviously took it as an invitation because soon the head of his cock was past my lips, a salty taste on my tongue. He proceeded to put his fingers through my hair and guide my head gently up and down the first part of his cock. I got over my initial shock and went with what he was guiding me to do. This continued for 5 minutes before he backed away gently removing himself from my mouth. "That was great, you must have done that before" I shook my head. "Well, you're a natural. I like your tattoo by the way, does it mean anything?" I shook my head, "Not really, just something I made up. I like your tattoo as well, really cool scorpion design." "Cheers. So, you wanna try some more firsts?" he asked. "Sure"

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

I agree, if you like the guy, and he wants to fuck you, or be fucked by you, why not? I've had several experiences with young homeless guys who were horny and wanted me to show them my naked butt. When you are horny, you want to get off, and you'll be pretty bold with the guy you want to breed. One such experience happened in the park with a 20-yr-old guy. I was just walking by, he greeted me, asked me where I was going, and he invited me to sit down and talk with him for a while. He was a nice guy, handsome, desirable, and a quick glance at his crotch told me that he was turned on and wanted to get off. Within minutes of our interaction, he switched to another topic and asked me if I had ever gone with a guy. I asked him why he had asked. Boldly, he responded and said that he liked me, that I was his type, and that he was turned on by my looks and physical fitness. I chuckled and said that lots of guys had said the same thing that he said. He had a raging erection and I could tell by the outline of his cock in his jeans, that his cock was huge. He caught me looking at his crotch and by his reaction I could tell that he knew that he had me. He said: "I want to fuck you." He unzipped his jeans and showed me his huge cock. He invited me to suck his cock. It was dripping with precum. He asked me to drop my jeans so that he could have a look at my butt. I did so willingly. He grabbed my butt and pulled me to his cock. He forced his cock into my pussy, which was uncomfortable at first, and began thrusting his hips forward to penetrate my pussy completely. I began experiencing intense pleasure as he quickened his pace. In just a few moments, he thrust his cock all the way inside my pussy, then held it there as he released a huge load of cum which felt great. He said: "I needed that..thanks for helping me out..you have a beautiful ass..I want more of it." I have been with him several times since the initial experience. Interestingly, I was able to put him in contact with an agency that helped him get off the street. We have become very close friends.

Doing my best efforts for tech independence, because all over the world we are relying on Microsoft, Amazon, Google and so on. Let me say that I feel 2026 will reveal (if it's not been sufficient this year) how FRAGILE America-based tech infrastructures are. American companies have the power to switch everything off if they want and governments know it, despite alternatives are developing quicker. But you know, you learn to swim when water reaches your waist

Strangely enough, I felt nothing and thought ….ok time to go get my blood test done for Canadian immigration, as part of the process for permanent residence. No symptoms, nothing…did the test, was told to come in by the clinic, and I thought that it was my Hep. B flaring up. Nope….got to the front desk, and in front of other clients, was told -you know, you’re HIV? And that was how I found out. It was a Wednesday of Easter week… By Maundy Thursday, my throat felt like razor blades, I had rashes around my torso. I tried to eat kippers, but the salt had me throwing up. Then, it was gone by the time my late hubs (we were together for about three years then) came back from visiting family in Florida for Easter, it was gone. Go get tested…you will know for sure.

For certain @phillygwm. I know men who started with adults around them as a young person and they at least appear to have thrived with that. But I also know people who emotionally crashed and burned as a result. Indeed incest has been pretty universally made illegal. But the mindset for that is dad/daughter.

Few things are hotter than an ass-eating 69 followed by deep kissing so you can taste both holes

I wish I could help you 2 years break is too long.

Neg vers in Barrhaven open to having some evening fun during the week (or fun on weekends with a more flexible schedule). Fully vers and typically I end up topping most of the time just owing to the Ottawa mix of folk, but it’s a real treat when I get treated like a true cumdumpster and get to bottom. Generally I can host after 10:00 pm on weekdays, where I’d love for someone to pop by to give me a filling up. Very happy to be waiting face down ass up and blindfolded by the entrance if it’s of interest 😈🐷, but can also meet somewhere if that preferred. Into a bunch of BDSM/kink items, and would love to have some extended sessions (either as top or bottom) to get up to some piggy fun. Very few limits on my end and happy to either use or be used by someone. I absolutely love gear and anon/hood/blindfold play when I get the chance to indulge (receiving or giving end), but not mandatory whatsoever. Favourite adventures to date have definitely been abducting bottom fuck buddies off to slack road to share with others where they get to play “guess the cock”, but I’ve also gotten lucky once or twice and been able to arrange a true anon “face down ass up and blindfolded” encounter where I get bred by someone I’ve never gotten to see before. Still exploring the BDSM side as much as I can, so very much looking to getting used like a piggy hole for extended fun. Happy to get to know folk as well, so by all means drop me a line. Generally pretty easy going but absolutely love getting teased. In the event that it’s relevant I’m also Bi, so FTM lads or couples are welcome as well. I tend to have a dirty imagination, so the raunchier and more forward the better. New to the forums, but thought I’d make a post to get to know folk a bit (even if you happen to be looking for something else still happy to get to know ya so don’t be shy). Fucking loving reading a lot of the stories and other folks experiences already, so I’m glad I found the site 🥵

Great list u got here boy As a top I agree to nearly all of these. Some of these lines got my dick hard. I always enjoy a faggot who know its place

They control the Supreme Court, but thankfully dont yet totally control the federal courts below that. That has been our saving grace.

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

If they allow you to vote... I'm honestly really scared about what is happening there; they've even blocked the possibility to go to USA for foreign people working on fact checking and internet safety; sometimes I just hope some news are progressive-addressed propaganda - I'm aware extremism is from both parties. Well "both" there are several way of thinking but narration is always polarized.

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.

Love to get rimmed especially when I'm spun. Love when top guy spits on it and then shove his tongue in me. And then make it sloppy. Also love to rim a smooth ass and then go for ass to mouth with bottom.😈

Coach Sanders 5 Summer was coming. Classes kept me busy. I spent my time on campus when I wasn’t at the gym or with Coach. But I found time to hit the library bathroom when I could. Todd had spread the word. Plus I’d made a deal with Jackson, the janitor, to stay out when I was there. It’d turned into a sweet deal. I just had to stick around for his load after. Honestly I’d have done it no matter what. As far as Chuck. Pete had gone back East. Left quick after pozzing, after collaring him. There wasn’t a question as to what was gonna happen next. Pete had laid it down. Chuck would follow once the term was done. He’d been set up at one of the Ivies nearby. Didn’t have a choice. He belonged to Pete. Chuck stayed close til then. Trained with me every day. Progress came fast. Faster than mine ever had. Each week he looked different. His now smooth body shifted in ways that caught my eye. His shoulders broadened, pecs filled out. Back thickened. His legs did the same. The speed of it started to make me wonder. I finally asked Coach about it. He laughed. Said Chuck was cycling. He was the one administering. Told me Pete had decided. Chuck would be a roided out musclejock before Pete was done with him. Coach had told him not to mention it to me. I fucking loved it! Couldn’t wait see it complete. Chuck pumped. Skin tight. Pecs, shoulders blown. Back wide. But then started thinking about how I’d been putting in the work. Knew I’d never look like that. My way was different. Coach saw the envy start to creep in. He grabbed my caged junk. Told me to forget about it. Said I’d be natural. Said he’d fucking spent too much time getting me to this point to fuck up my balls. What came out of them. Sure I was just a cumdump for now. But was meant for better things. Chuck would always be a fucking cumdump. Would serve Pete’s boys at the Ivies for a long time. And it was up to me to make sure he’d be ready. Next day at the gym, I told Chuck I knew. He just smiled. Said he’d wanted to tell me. But wasn’t allowed. Said me of all people should know it was more than just about muscle. Said it was about becoming what he was meant to be. Said it started at Coach’s when the collar went on. He knew. Then when Pete took him to that gym after. It was a done deal. He was handed over to be broken. Stayed for days. Slammed, fucked. Begged for more. Every bit was Pete’s design. Pete told him again and again he’d be shaped to serve. Nothing else. Chuck sighed. Said once it started there was no way out. Admitted he lost it after. When he found out he was poz. Pete had already left. Told him to keep his hole shut. Not to take any loads. But Chuck fucking craved it. Good thing Coach was there. Got him through. I was surprised. Told him I had no idea. Coach hadn’t mentioned it. I’d been busy with school, my life. Cock. I grabbed him. Hugged him. Told him I understood. From the moment Coach fucked me. Pozzed me. I was his. Then he turned to me. Like he was gonna say something. Like he wanted to admit he’d wished it’d been me that’d done it. Yeah. I knew. We’d spent enough time together to figure it out. Then he shut it down. Said he’d be flying out the next day. I felt it hit. If I’d have done it. Things would’ve been different. For him. For me. But it wasn’t me who did it. But I could do something else before he left. I didn’t fucking care what Pete said. Coach said I had to get him ready. His word was law. So I grabbed Chuck’s hand. Led him back to the spot. My spot at the back of the gym. I tossed my gear. The guys saw it. Closed in like usual. I cut them off. Said it was just Chuck. But they could watch. They froze. Chuck’s sweaty pecs rose slow, heavy. His stare on me. I got on all fours. Offered up my hole. Begged for his load. For a second he hesitated. Then I locked eyes on him. Told him I knew I’d be the first to take it. Promised him someday he’d take mine. But first he had to give me his. He took a deep breath. Nodded once. Smirked. Pulled on his cock. I moaned. Could see his balls. He was on his way. Told me I was a goddamn fucking muscleslut. That he’d make me proud the next time I saw him. I told him to just do it. Fucking breed me. Then he growled. Shoved it in. Balls deep. I let out a moan. Felt his roided body fuck me. No doubt. Chuck was using me. I was fucking grateful for it. Fucking needed it. He jackhammered my hole. Grabbed, slapped my ass with every thrust. I yelled like a fucking animal the whole time. Wasn’t long til I felt my body spasm. Nerves in my hole fired. He’d fucking made my hole cum! Ass juices covered his cock. Still he kept on. The guys couldn’t believe it. Neither could I. Chuck was raging now. His jaw was tight. Sweat covered his body. Then he reached down. Grabbed my waist. Spread his legs. Pulled me up against his pecs. I was sitting on his lap now. Then went for it. I steadied myself on his thighs. Fucked myself on his cock. Cage in full view of all the guys. Balls hitting his. We kept on like this. Then Chuck was close. Slammed me down. Fucking unleashed a huge load of toxic cum in me. I stayed there. Chuck in me. Saw the guys’ reaction. Were fucking loving it. I grunted. Got off him. Told them Chuck had been collared. Was on his way to being a fucking roided out cumdump. They looked at each other. It was Jack who took the lead. He walked up. Pushed Chuck on his back. Pressed his cock to Chuck’s hole. Next thing I knew Chuck’s thick thighs were wrapped around his waist. I watched him. Pecs heaved from the pounding. Moaned like a whore. Begged for it. Jack pounded him. The guys lined up to be next. On it went. The place filled with a stench of sweat and musk. Then Jack roared. Erupted deep inside Chuck’s guts. Then it was on to the next guy. I watched the fuck train pull through. Finally I saw Chuck couldn’t take anymore. Told the guys it was over. He’d had enough. That I’d make up for it next time. Was good for it. Then I sat next to him. Watched his breathing slow to normal. He had a satisfied smile. Fuck it was hot. Prime musclejock had just been bred. Told him I knew he was gonna be ok. Was perfect for Pete. Was gonna be bigger. Harder. Exactly what he’d asked to be turned into that night. And I felt the pride. Not just for him. But for me. Cause I’d had a hand in it. Let Pete build him. Let Pete pump him full of roids. Turn him into a fucking monster. But no matter how big he got. No matter how hard Pete worked him. Chuck wanted my poz load. And I’d work to get ready to give it to him. Then Chuck was gone. Honestly, I missed him. But we kept in touch. We’d text, cam. I concentrated on bulking up. The days blurred. Training. Eating. Pushing weight. I wanted size. Wanted power. Chuck would send clips. Show me his progress. Bigger arms. Thicker pecs. I answered with mine. Every pound I gained. Every vein that popped out felt like a step closer. Coach thought it was about the program. His plans for me. But part of it was about Chuck. About the day I’d finally get to breed him. Months rolled by. I’d ended up living with Coach by this time. His place was right by campus, easy walk to class. Easy walk to the gym. I’d told my parents it made sense. Cheaper than the dorms, no extra fees. Life there had its own rhythm. Early mornings, heavy lifts. Late nights with plates of food. It felt like training never stopped. I got used to it. Every day was part of the program. And it showed. Guys noticed even more. Wherever I went, I drew eyes. Whispers spread when I passed. That I took cock. Any cock. One night I’d hit the pipe. Had just been fucked by Coach. Hard. I felt good. Layed back on the bed. Coach looked me over, pride showing. Said it was time to mark me. Time to carry it on my skin. I moaned. Got dressed right away. We drove out past campus. Into the industrial stretch of the city. Warehouses with busted windows, chain link fences everywhere. Cracked pavement lined the streets. The shop sat next to a bar with no windows. A bell rang when we walked in. The floor creaked. Walls were covered with old flash sheets. Then I saw him. Duke. The owner. A total skinhead. Fifties, shaved head, muscular. Polo stretched across his pecs. Arms heavy with ink. Jeans cuffed high above red laced boots. Coach introduced me. Then told him to do his thing. He led me to the back room. I looked around. The light was harsh, buzzed overhead. Strong odor of bleach hung in the air. Machines set up. Counters cluttered with bottles. The chair sat in the middle, worn leather, steel frame. Waiting. I stripped down. Stood there. Caged. Nothing else. Duke whistled. Told Coach he’d picked a good one this time. Coach gave a small nod, smiled. Then unlocked me. I dropped in the chair. The leather felt cold. Almost sticky on my back. Duke tilted the chair. Adjusted the armrest. Played with my balls. Started to stroke me. Then snapped on the gloves. He turned on the machine. Leaned in. Held my cock. “Cock’s built right,” he said, his eyes taking it in. The shape of it. “The ink’ll settle clean, like it belongs. It’ll fit him.” I looked at Coach. He just grunted. Said he knew I could take it. I took a deep breath. The needle bit sharp. Quick. I held myself firm. Shoulders square. The machine buzzed steady. The sting fucking burned. But I let it ride. Discipline held me still. About halfway through Duke glanced up once. Saw I was solid. Then kept going til he was done. He set the machine down. Wiped off the blood. I pushed up from the chair. Walked to the mirror. The scorpion sat there. Sharp. Clean. Black lines of its legs coiled tight around my shaft, tail raised. Ready to strike. It marked me. Showed I’d proven myself to Coach. Coach stepped in close. Grabbed my balls. Hard. Studied the lines. “Fuckers perfect,” he growled at me. “Every time you get hard, it’ll be ready to strike.” I moaned. Said I’d done it all for him. Coach just rubbed my head. Then Duke called me back to the chair. Wiped me down. Laid saniderm across the fresh ink. Wrapped it. Coach then tossed me a white jockstrap. Said I had to wear a clean one til it was healed. I nodded. Winced when I felt my loose junk fill the pouch. It’d been a long time since I’d been worn one without my cage. Coach laughed. Told me the cage was just for show now. I saw Duke watching me, grabbing his crotch. I turned to him. Told him I fucking loved it. He nodded. Told Coach to bring me back for any other pieces. Also said Mark, his husband, would love to get some metal on me. I moaned. Grabbed my nips. Pictured them with thick bars. Coach just smirked. Said he’d think about it. Duke said good. Just let him know when. Then Duke walked up to me. Growled. Told me it was time to pay up. I dropped. Quick. Looked up at him. Could see his hard cock bulging from his bleachers. I groaned. Looked at Coach. Saw him mouth the words “Good boy.” I reached up. Unbuttoned the fly. Fucking beer can cock popped out. His ball sac was next. Then the smell hit me. A combo of musk, piss, old cum hit me. I started drooling. I took him down. He leaned in. Took hold of my nip. Gripped it between his fingernails. I let out a moan. Told him harder. Duke grunted. Grabbed hold of the back of my head. Shoved his cock back into my mouth. I opened my throat. Swallowed him whole. The faster he fucked me. The more I worked it. The sound of his breath. Rough and sharp. Told me he liked it. Then he pushed me off. Told me it was just the start. To follow him. I sat there on my knees. Sweat pouring off. Could see him walk past a curtain. I went in. Saw a sling hanging there. Duke grabbed me. Tossed me on it. Tied me to the chains. He stood between my spread-out legs. Checked out my exposed hole. Said it was obvious I’d taken lots of cock. I moaned. Told him it was thanks to Coach. He didn’t respond. Just sank two fingers in me. My eyes rolled back. Begged him to breed me. He growled. Spread me open with his fat cock. I tensed. Felt it stretch me. Slide completely in. Then he started slow, then faster. I couldn't get enough. I filled the room with my groans. Then Coach was next to me. He grabbed my head. Told me to open up. I obeyed. He shoved his hard cock in my mouth. All the time Duke kept it up. Until he pulled back. Left only the tip in me. Then he grunted. Shoved it all the way in. His thighs slapped against my ass. He went on like that. At the same time. I worked on Coach. Then Duke’s thrusts started to slow. Lengthen. I tightened my hole on his shaft. Sent him over the edge. “Fuck yeah! Take my fucking load. You fucking cunt!” he yelled, shoving his cock to the root inside me. I moaned. Felt Duke’s cock pulse. Fill me up. It was Coach’s turn now. Could feel him start to shudder. I latched on. Hard. Took his load next. Then they stood there. Looking down at me. My hole, my stomach full of cum. I did go back a couple of weeks later. Duke wanted to see how I was healing. Told me I was doing great. That's when I met Mark. Coach had arranged it. I got my nips pierced. Nice thick barbells to help make them bigger. Fleshy. Made them stand out under my tight shirts. After everything was healed Coach had told me it was time. Time to meet Max. He’d been coming to the high school gym even after graduating. I laughed. Told him he’d broken his own pattern. Was glad to see he’d finally switched it up. Had kept the workouts even after graduation with this one. He just smiled. Told me to hit the school gym late that night. Max would be there, working out. I walked in. The smell of sweat hit me. Brought back memories. I nodded to Coach. He gave me a look. Like I had it. Then motioned for me to go in. I stayed crouched in the corner. Half in shadow. Like a soldier waiting on orders he couldn’t refuse. I stayed still. Silent. Waiting. He was on the bench. Saw his body strain against the weight. His pecs heaved. Arms trembled. He pushed through the last set. Sweat ran down his forehead, his pits. Coach had told me he was gay. Had been hassled by the jocks. I knew I could push him to want me. To want my cock. Make him obsess over it. Then make him beg me for my poz load. I kept watching him move. Saw myself in him. The same mistakes. Elbows locking too soon, pain biting deep. Coach had told me he’d eased up on Max’s training. Wanted him at the right place when I was ready. Then Max saw me. Thin tight tee stretched across my pecs, barbells obvious underneath. Shorts gripped my bulge. He sat up. Stared. It was clear. He wasn’t just impressed. This was gonna be easier than I thought. “You been here long?” he asked, not hiding what he was thinking. I stood. Slow. Deliberate. “Long enough.” I let it drop, casual but sharp. “You always lock your elbows too early on the press. That’s why your pecs still aren’t filling out right.” Max blinked. Caught off guard. “Wait. How do you know that?” I stepped closer. Voice steady. Smug. “Coach.” “You trained with Coach,” he nodded. Certain. Was the one who’d told him multiple times. I nodded once. His jaw tightened. His eyes went over me again. Fixed on the size. What Coach’s training could do. I stepped forward. Stripped to my jockstrap, “Here, let me show you.” Max froze for a second. Didn’t expect it. His eyes widened, breath caught. For a second, he just sat there, quiet. Tried to process it. Then he really took a look at me. My pierced nips stood out from my pecs. Abs carved. Thighs thick. Traps rising. Shoulders rounded. All built from the work I’d done since Chuck left. His gaze moved slow. Across my waist, lats. Then he saw my bulge. Cage poking through the sheer mesh pouch. Had a solid tube that held my cock to hide the scorpion. Yeah. I’d worn it special. Just for him. Wanted to show him what I’d given up. What I had to do. But didn’t want to give it all away. He groaned. It wasn’t just lust now. It’d turned to hunger. I moved to the bench. Motioned for him to watch. I layed back, gripped the bar. “This is how you breathe through it. How you keep control.” I pressed the weight, steady. Smooth. No elbows locking too soon. The bar rose. Fell clean. Max watched me work the weight. The way my pecs swelled with each rep. Then I racked the bar. Sat up. Looked at him, smiled. Knew Coach made him wear a jockstrap while he trained. I told him it was his turn. To strip down. Said it like he didn’t have a choice. Told him that’s the way it was supposed to be. He stripped fast. Eager. It showed in the way he stood. I nodded. He slid onto the bench. I moved to spot him. Made sure to stand close. Bulge right over him. His grip was clean. Motion steady. Strong form. But I caught it quick. Elbows locked too soon. “Don’t lock it yet. Stay under the weight. Control it.” I told him, squatting down to hold his arms. To get my junk closer. He tried not to moan. But he did. I took control. Barked at him. Told him to fucking concentrate. Then he took a breath. Adjusted. Pressed smooth. Every rep solid. I looked down at him. Studied him. Caught his eyes checking out my pouch. Could see him watch how it held my junk. Max finished his set, racked the bar. Sat up. He looked at me, curious. His cock was hard now. I smiled. Liked the bulge it made. Would definitely enjoy it. But pushed that thought to the side for now. “What’d you do? To get there?” he asked, looking me up and down, then my cage. “To be like that?” I held his eyes. “A fucking lot of hard work. Dedication. I gave myself over to Coach. Everything he put me through was worth it. He made me into this.” I paused. Made sure the next part hit right. Wanted to make sure he understood. “Made me his boy. His musclejock.” It took a couple of seconds. But Max understood. He’d been around Coach long enough to feel it. To think about Coach that way. That's when I told him that I’d been where he was now. Thoughts about Coach had taken over til I had to do something about it. He nodded. Still staring. Processing. Said he wasn’t sure he could handle all of it. Go through what I did. I growled. Told him that’s why I was there. Told him to look at me. I started posing. Flexing. Said there’s so much fucking more to it than size, than muscle. Then I moved closer. Bulge now in his face. By now I’d figured he was too much into it to run. I wanted to be honest with this one. He deserved at least some truth. Coach had told me his folks had just kicked him out. Had to leave the dorms in a couple of weeks. Couldn’t get back in until classes started again in the Fall. We had a plan. But it depended on what was gonna happen that night. I took a deep breath. Looked him in the eyes. Said it. “Coach trained me to take cock. Any cock. I’m a fucking cumdump now. That's part of what it takes. Waddaya think about being turned into one?” He leaned in. Hunger in his eyes. It wasn’t about not having a place to live. Could see he craved it. He stood. Steady. His hand pressed against my pecs. Felt the shape. The smooth hardness. Fingers brushed the barbells. He paused. Then moved down to my junk. Grabbed it. Felt the weight of the tube. My full balls underneath. His breath shifted. He wasn’t stupid. He knew the metal meant obedience. He’d be owned. Max’s jaw tightened. He didn’t look away. Told me he’d never been fucked. I smiled. Saw Coach just outside the doorway. Told Max it was ok. Told him I was a virgin before Coach. That he’d helped me get used to it. How I fucking craved it now. How I’d lined up a spot in the bathroom at the campus library. Max grinned. Told me he’d heard talk about some guy doing it there. Had always wondered who it was. I laughed. Told him now he knew. Could get him a spot next to mine if he wanted. Max watched me say it. Saw I meant it. I asked if he’d thought about it. Taking cock. He took a breath. Said yeah. He had. I growled. Told him to look at me. Give me a fucking answer then. Did he want to be like me. Or should I just leave. Let him go on with his life. Max’s breath broke sharp. Said he wanted it. Was positive. I laughed when he said that word. That’s when Coach stepped in, grin sharp. Wrapped his arms around Max. Held him close. Thin shorts the only thing between his cock and Max’s ass. Said that’s what he wanted to hear. Said now we go to his place. That’s where it starts. We left the gym. On the way, Coach and I set the rest of the plan. Max followed close. At Coach’s, Coach told Max to strip. Everything. Max swallowed. Looked at me. I was already down to my jockstrap. He moved in. Tossed his clothes fast. Could see he was nervous. His cock limp. Coach and I circled him. Talked about him like he was a fucking piece of meat. Then told him to flex. Felt his muscle work under our hands. I ignored his cut cock. I’d seen the bulge when he was hard. Had no problem with it. We told him his body was solid. But had a ways to be like me. His lines were softer. Muscle needed to be carved out. Told him he had the start. Max heard it. Knew what it meant. Also knew what would happen if he didn’t take our offer. No way around it. It’d be rough until he could get back in the dorms. But he told us it wasn’t about not having a place to live. He really wanted it. Would give himself over. Then I took off my jockstrap. Lit a pipe. Max saw me take the hit. Let it settle. Exhale down over the chrome tube on my cock. Balls pushed out by the tight ring around them, around my shaft. He groaned, mouth open. Could see he was into it. Would be fine with the T. I tossed him the jockstrap. Told him Coach gave it to me. Was Coach’s before that. Was his now. Max pulled it on quick. Then Coach told him to step up. Get to know my body. Max moaned. Moved in. Felt my muscle. Traced the lines. All the time I blew clouds on him. Told him to breathe it in. He did. His fingers pressed harder, learning. All the time he took in the clouds. Then Coach told him to look close. Said I was smooth. Skin tight. Every line clean. Said he wasn’t. Max growled. Said he wanted to strip down to that same smooth cut. I grunted. Said I’d shave him down once we settled into our routine. He just moaned. Asked how often I did it. Shave. I grabbed his hand. Ran it across my face. My pits, balls, ass. Then down to my hole. I left it there. Could see him finally getting hard. I handed him the pipe. Lit it. Told him I didn’t need to shave anymore. That he’d be the same down the line. If he got that far. He took to the pipe like a pro. Could see it wasn’t his first time. I growled. Told him there was plenty. He just took another hit. Grabbed my neck. Pulled me into him. I felt his warm lips on mine release a big cloud. I grabbed his waist. Took it in. He kept hitting the pipe. Feeding it to me. Fuck! It was getting to me. I’d almost forgot the plan. Coach saw it. Walked up behind Max. Slipped his cock between his asscheeks. Max tensed. Looked at me. Nervous. I told him it was ok. Told him to be honest. Always be honest with us. He sighed. Said he wanted me to be his first. Not Coach. I kissed him. Coach laughed. Told him it was ok. That was the plan. It’d be just him and me for now. But Coach would fuck him sooner or later. No getting out of that. Max grinned. Relaxed. Then followed me to the bedroom. When we got there I handed him another pipe. He took it quick. Grabbed the torch. Warmed the bowl. I laughed. Told him I liked a boy who knew how to work a pipe. He growled. Inhaled. Said he’d had lots of practice. Told him I was surprised he’d never been fucked with all the practice. He just looked at me. Told me he wasn’t a total virgin. That got me going. I couldn’t help it. I went down on him. Started to suck. Got him totally hard. He moaned. Blew the clouds down on me the whole time. Fucker was as twisted as me! Then it hit me. What’d get him begging for my load. I let go of him. Asked him if he’d ever slammed. He hadn’t. But told me he wanted to try. Perfect! I told him. I got up. Grabbed a rig from the dresser drawer. Next I wrapped the tourniquet around his bicep. Could see he was watching close. I kissed his vein. Explained the whole process. Then slammed him. Saw him fall back on the bed. Eyes roll into his head. Fucker was flying. Then he sat up. Looked at me. Fucking green eyes got more and more dilated. I stood back. Started flexing. Posing. My lats flared. Traps rose. He sat there drooling on the edge of the bed. I watched him go for his cock. Start stroking it. But it was going soft. It was a good sign. He kept trying until I stopped, walked up to him. My caged cock in front of him. I grabbed my balls. Told him he didn’t need it. Not tonight. He moaned. Begged me to fuck him. I growled. Unlocked my cage. Tossed it. My cock jumped out. Told him I wasn’t just gonna fuck him. Was gonna breed him. He groaned. Mouth open, played with his now his limp cock again. Then he saw the scorpion. Knew what it meant. But it was me that made him choose. Not because he was tweaking. Told me he didn’t fucking care. Wanted to be just like me. Begged me to do it. Breed him. I walked up. Guided his head to my cock. He opened his mouth. Took it in. Fuck it felt so good! I started to pound the back of this throat. Choke him. Gag him. Then told him it was time. Get on his back. Wanted him to see the fucking musclejock fucking him. He scrambled. Spread his legs. I climbed on the bed. Slid my hard cock over his hairy hole. Told him I liked it. But would be even better shaved. He moaned. Said to do it. Make it smooth for my cock. I growled. Got up to get the water, shaving cream. Razor. That’s when I saw the red light of the camera. Coach was streaming it to the others. I worked the shaving cream around his hole. Max just layed there, loving the feeling of the razor taking off the hair. I wiped off the remains. Better. I said. Then fingered him. Worked his hole. He was too far gone to feel the scrapes. To him it felt good, nerves shooting through his hole. All the time he begged to be bred. I just smiled. Worked his hole til his pink ass juices coated my fingers. Then it was time for my cock. I tossed him a bottle of poppers. Told him to use it. He hit the bottle hard. I pushed in deep. Could tell he was hurting at first. But then got used to it. His hole relaxed around my cock. That’s when I pulled back. Rammed into him. Thrust deep. Long. Could tell the poppers, the slam were working. He started to move with me. Push back on my cock. Told me he wanted more of it. I just growled. Leaned into him. Asked if he really wanted to be like me. Told him that’d he’d have to be pozzed. He groaned. Pushed back like a hungry slut. Told me I didn’t have to ask. Just do it. Poz him. I grabbed his shoulders. Kissed him. Rammed it all the way in. That's when he let out a deep grunt. Fucking cum exploded from his limp t-dick. I kept on. Felt his hole flex around my cock. Then I felt Coach on top of me. Fat cock against my hole. I moaned. Told him to breed me. Needed to know I was still his. He growled. Told me I’d always be his fucking poz musclejock. Then gave me all of it. Told me I was doing good. Would bring more for me when they were ready. I went crazy. Pounded Max. Fucked myself on Coach. I finally knew this is what it was all about. I was a fucking pozzed musclejock breeder now. I’d pass on Coach’s DNA to Max. Others. Coach would live forever. Sweat drenched the bed. It couldn’t get any better. I knew I was getting close. Could feel Coach was too. Told Max to tighten up. I did the same. Coach was grunting now. Slamming hard into me. Pushing me deeper into Max. Then Coach hollered. Unloaded. I followed quick. Flooded Max deep with my hot toxic load. Coach pulled off me. Left me with Max. I pulled out. Sat back against the headboard. Raised my hands behind my neck. I looked down at him. Saw the look he gave me. Same one I’d given Coach that first night. Knew what he was thinking. He’d do anything I said now. Then he crawled over to me. Licked my cock clean. The cock that just pozzed him. Yeah. I was certain of it. Had gotten my viral load nice and high just for this. Coach came back later after a couple more rounds. He grinned. Jumped into the bed next to me. Told Max he’d stay with us until it was time to go to the dorms. Max moaned. Said he wanted to stay with me. With Coach. Not the dorms. I smiled. Wiped the sweat from his face. Told him he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. He looked up. Gave a shit eating grin. Then put his head on my lap. Nursed my cock. He was fucking adorable. For a second I thought about what would’ve happened. If I hadn’t asked Coach for help in high school. Maybe I’d be ok. But here I was. Where I was meant to be. With Coach. With my first. Max. I didn’t know what’d happen next. Coach had switched things up with me. Had even more with Max. Then there was Chuck. He was still out there. Waiting. I sighed. Coach saw the look on my face. Knew it had to be about Chuck. He grunted. Grabbed hold of my balls. Squeezed. Like a farmer checking out his award-winning harvest. Then he turned on the monitor. It was Chuck. Stripped down. Collared. Caged. Fucking roided out. Almost unrecognizable now. Pete was behind him. Could see his laddered cock covered in lube. I groaned. Remembered how it felt. How it shredded me. Then in it went. Chuck just grunted. Kept on like normal. Told me he’d watched the whole scene. Fucking loved it. Then reminded me of the promise I’d made. I laughed. Told him I couldn’t wait. But would have my new boy with me. Fuck! It felt good to call him my boy. Chuck growled. Begged Pete to go harder. Then told Max I’d been the only one to take a poz load from him. That the roids had fucked up his junk. He couldn’t even get it up now. He’d always be just a fucking cumdump. But Max could drop a load in him once it’s official. Once he’d taken my load first. Max growled. Said done. So that’s where we’re now at. Waiting for Chuck to come for a visit. The three of us are together. Me? I’m prepping for my first show. Yeah. Coach says I’m finally ready. But Max is the one to watch. What he’ll turn into. I warned Coach not to push it. Let him work out what he’ll be. Maybe old school like Coach. Maybe more like me. Or like Chuck. Honestly I think he’s leaning towards the roids. I see the look on his face when we talk about Chuck. I’ve already got the collar picked out. Just in case. And who knows what else Duke and Mark can come up with for me. For Max. Basically, life is good now. Can’t wait to see what happens next.

True, we are facing a disaster. I'm not located in the USA but us Europeans are licking american boots since long, long time. Before World AIDS day I told my close friends: I bet American president will go on with hypocrite rethoric. And what happens? He was not hypocrite at all; he clearly states he doesn't care about HIV AIDS and sex freedom in general. I agree, we must stay united, regardless of our political ideas. We MUST fight for our freedom and health, now more than ever.

I've been into fist & dildo's for years. But, fuck...after a good fisting, I'm open & sloppy with a 2-3" prolapse. I want, I need a huge gaping h@le with red swollen lips. Love my h@le open & sloppy....

Exactly this with the young stud who is banging me now.

I met my bf at a group event so he saw it the first day we met. He didn't have a problem with it then, and he doesn't have a problem with it now. I have had people tell me that is strange, but it works for us.

HUGE NIPS -- love em! Are you just interested in gettin bigger ones? Or are you hard wired and want bigger nips for more intense nip use? I've got big eraser nips that are hard wired to my fucking cock like crazy. I'm always pulling and squeezing one of em with one hand while I stroke with the other. And when I'm fucking and sucking I like my partners to chew and suck and pull and really go at them. I've never used suction cups or anything on mine. I think that all the use they got made them bigger so I'd recommend that. Clothespins. Those metal spring clips that have a thumbscrew so you can set the minimum gap when they're released. You should be having guys chew and suck them as much as possible and as often as possible. Tell them that you NEED to FEEL their hunger as if you could make pec milk. (Fuck I wish I could! And find another guy who did so I could feed from him too!). This is a huge fetish of mine.

PART TWO: Black Santa pays a visit “You want another gift from Santa, kiddo?” he panted, as he was drilling my ass with no mercy. “Fuck yeah, Santa! Empty that sack!” I growled. I was bent over the makeup table (again) in the janky Santa Village Gingerbread house, while skeezy Mall Santa was raw dogging my ass. With a quiet “Unnnggghhh” I felt his ginormous cock start throbbing deep in my guts. A few strokes on my own erection brought my load out. Out of respect, I aimed for the floor under the table, instead of spackling the makeup mirror again. This was the third time I’d been back to visit in the week since our first fuck, and it was getting tougher and tougher to come up with excuses for mom as to why I was home so late. But evidently I was a fucking whore for massive cocks- a person who would lie to baby jesus for the opportunity to get dicked down. After every time Carl and I fucked, I would jack off multiple times a day thinking about how good it felt to take that 9 incher of his. After that first breeding session, it was only a matter of time before I went back for seconds…. About 3 days as it turned out. And then just about every three or so days after. I was becoming so regular that Eric (Santa’s little helper) and I were kind of becoming buddies. He’d see me coming and give me a big hug when I got there. The previous time, he even joined in a little. He mostly smoked pot and watched Carl and I fuck while jacking his dick. But eventually I did coax him into letting me suck him off and feel him shoot in my mouth. It was hot, even if Eric is a bit of a twink and not really my type. I think we all know what my type is: daddies. Or more accurately- HUNG daddies. As Santa’s raw dick slithered from my ass, Carl said, “Hey kid, what are you doing this tomorrow? Think you can come back for another round?” “You want me to come back on a Friday night, two days before Christmas? I dunno if I can swing it—mom is getting suspicious of my absences. She thinks I’m on drugs. She checks my eyes when I get home and she’s been leaving anti-drug pamphlets on the kitchen table. And I know she searches my room when I’m not home.” “Well, it’ll be worth it if you can. Remember that other Santa I wanted to introduce you to? Well ‘Big Terry’ happens to be available Friday, and after hearing me rave about that perky ass of yours, he really wants a turn. I’ve been talking you up good, so he’s real excited to ‘meat’ up.” He did the cheesy air quotes around meat and chuckled, so I’d get the double entendre. Carl had mentioned after our first fuck that he knew of this Black Santa that he’d played with on occasion. And lord help me, but I have to admit I was intrigued by the thought. First of all, it was a chance to be fucked by another older man. And secondly, apparently I was an insatiable cumslut. Furthermore, I was discovering that I was the stereotypical “size queen”, much to my chagrin. And, truth be told, I was definitely curious about the black thing. I’d never been with a black guy before-- I mean, heck, I’d barely been with ANYONE before Carl. Really just a handful of guys from my school. And since I was now exploring sex in a bigger way, why not explore a different ethnicity while I was at it? Plus, if what Carl eluded to was true… this Terry was “big” in exactly the way I liked. “I’ll try.” I said with a shrug. “Eight o’clock again? Here?” “No- needs to be Seven because it’s Friday. And Kid let me just say… if you think I’m big? Well, Terry is in a different class. I can’t wait to see that massive black dong of his sliding into that little muscle ass of yours! Just make sure you’re good-n-ready for some fucking.” “Well, I’ll do my best to come up with something so I can be here.” I promised as I was pulling on my clothes. “You better! Because hell if I’m taking his dick if you don’t make it!” When I got home from Carl’s latest cuntwrecking, I had to endure mom’s scrutiny again. While she sniffed my breath and checked my arms for track marks, I decided to tell my mom a whopper of a lie. I told her I would be hanging out with “the gang” at the Mall again on Friday for some last minute Christmas shopping, and that I’d be home later. I knew my friends were really doing a movie night at Brit-Brit’s, which I’d begged off, saying I needed to spend time with mom. Naturally this could all blow up in my face if mom decided to call one of them, but when it came to hanging with my friends, mom generally trusted me. Friday dawned and I woke up with the nervous knot in my stomach. I couldn’t stop thinking about the impending fuck later that evening, and I was very distracted all day. I could barely focus at school at all. I thought about jacking off at lunch, but I didn’t want to spoil the sexual tension that was brewing. Thank god it was the last day before break and most teachers had already checked out until the new year. It was mostly movies and fun in the classes. Unfortunately I had so much time to kill before the scheduled meetup. I hung at the school library until 4:30, then went to a coffee shop and read for awhile and played games on my phone. Then when I was so restless I couldn’t stand it, I drove to the shithole mall. So here I was… again. Nervous as fuck and questioning every decision I ever made which led me to this point. Was I really the kind of kid who was gonna let sketchy Santa bring in some unknown rando to fuck my ass? What was I doing?? Since I was early, I aimlessly did laps around trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach while debating myself. My mind was racing again, matching my heart. Why was I turned on by the idea of another older man fucking me? Why does sex with strange men seem to be such an irresistible draw? Is this really who I am? And what if the other Santa was so big I couldn’t take it? Or what if it hurt me? I definitely thought about just leaving—doing a no-show and just being a “good boy” instead. I have to admit… it was very close. I actually headed for the exit more than once. But I kept thinking about “Big” Terry. Wondering what he’d be like. Wondering how big his cock would be. Wondering what it would be like to be used by TWO santas? And just like a gay man, my dick made the decision for me. Well, the appointed time rolled around, and my feet led me down to Santa’s village like I was on autopilot. It was deserted- Eric wasn’t even there, and the sign said closed—per usual. I crossed the velvet rope and went up to the Gingerbread house and knocked softly. “Come on in, kid,” Carl said. I casually looked around to make sure I wasn’t being watched too closely, and then I snuck inside. I could instantly tell it was just Carl and me in the place. “Oh,” I said, a bit crestfallen. And Carl just chuckled. “Don’t worry kid, he’s on his way. Had to meet up with his parole officer first,” he says. “Oh? Um…,” I said again... a bit more brightly. But my guts clenched a little bit. Parole officer?? I looked at Carl questioningly. Carl seemed to know what I was thinking. “Yeah, kid, Terry and I met in the joint. We were the two biggest swingin’ dicks in the place, and we tag teamed a ton of guys. Some even actually wanted it.” He smiled darkly. “I’m the one who got him this gig after he got out. It’ll be good to tag fuck with him again. It’s been too long.” I swallowed nervously. “Don’t worry, kiddo, we ain’t gonna prison rape you. This is just about having some fun.” “Ok,” I nodded. “I’m pretty nervous, but also kinda anxious and excited… you know?” Carl smiled. “Damn, I sure hope you’re ready for this kiddo. You know what they say about your eyes being bigger than your stomach? Well… same concept applies here, but for your asshole. So let’s get you warmed up some. Why don’t you strip down and then get that pretty mouth on my dick?” I didn’t have to be asked twice. Plus, I figured getting down to business might calm my nerves a little. I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap (left over from gym class today) and then knelt in front of Carl. Carl knew what I liked by now. He left the Santa beard and pants with the suspenders on—and was wearing his grubby wife beater. He just undid the fly in the red fur pants and hauled his cock and balls out for me to have unfettered access. And then he sat there and smoked and drank some Jack while I worked him. When he flopped out his junk, I sighed audibly and Carl chuckled. God his cock was beautiful! I worshiped it every time we got together. Three hands worth, and uncut. And pretty meaty. And just… wow. It was amazing to behold. And to suck. I found I really liked to play with the foreskin with my tongue and fingers, and work him well with my mouth while I tugged down on his low hangers. I was getting better at taking him. I could work him a bit down my throat now—not far, and I would still gag pretty often. But I could at least get about half of him in my mouth now. Which he loved. “Goddamn boy—sometime you gotta let me cum in your mouth! Although we both know where you like the cum best,” he said salaciously. I made appreciative humming noises while sucking away. I had Carl at full mast and leaking precum when there was a quiet knock at the door. “That you, Terry?” Carl called out. “Yeah,” came the deep gravelly response from the other side of the door. “Come on in,” Carl said, “And lock the door behind you.” I paused with Carl’s dick in my mouth, watching the door to catch a glimpse of Big Terry. The door opened, and all light from the mall was basically eclipsed by the figure wedging his way inside. Big Terry was, well… big. Very big. He had to be like 6’5” and lord knows how heavy. Like 280 maybe? But not really fat. No, he was just thick and heavily muscled which I could see when he wrestled himself out of his coat. And when he pulled off his sweatshirt—heavily tattooed as well. He had a thick, dark beard on him and close cropped hair. Terry locked the door and looked down at me with Carl’s dick in my mouth. He was such an imposing figure I involuntarily shuddered. He smirked. “So, dis the hungry little fuckboy you got, huh? Damn! He a little thing! Sure hope he don’t rip in half!” Terry laughed, rich and low. “Terry, this is Kyle. Kyle? Terry.” I pulled my mouth off of Carl’s dick and sort of half waved at Terry. I looked away quickly, afraid to meet his eyes. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to be a little gentle with him,” Carl says matter of factly. “At least to start with. We don’t to put the boy in the infirmary for Christmas. But trust me when I say, this kid can take some cock once he gets going. He just took another load from me last night and he’s already hungry for more.” “Damn, we get to rawdog him, Carl?” Terry says with raised eyebrows. “Oh yeah. Didn’t I tell you? Kid loves the cum deep.” “Fuuuuck yeah,” Terry hummed. “My bitch always be making me wear a condom so she don’t get pregnant. Again. Half the time the fuckers rip anyway so I know imma be payin for another abortion soon. It’ll feel good to fuck the old fashioned way.” “Just like the good ol days on Cellblock D,” Carl chimed in. And they both shared a laugh. Carl poured Terry some Jack and then flexed his cock at me. I went back to sucking and he moaned appreciatively. I stole a glance at Big Terry while working Carl. He was watching me work Carl’s dick with dark, hooded eyes. Terry started to rub his crotch while staring at me and licking his lips I could see a hefty swell starting in his sweat pants, and I was anxious to see just what I was getting myself into. Or more accurately, what I was going to be getting into myself. With Terry’s mass in the gingerbread house, there really didn’t seem to be any room left to maneuver. I started wondering how all this was all gonna work. Thankfully Carl evidently had some experience in these matters and he became the scene director. Carl could sense that I was anxious to get a peek at Terry. After another minute or so of me sucking, Carl stood up, leaving me on my knees. He shimmied his way behind me and then stood me up and bent me over gently. As Carl was kneeling behind me, he said, “Terry, why don’t you let him suck you a bit while I get him nice n wet.” Then he dove his tongue into my pucker which Carl knew was the key to unlocking my inhibitions. I moaned and made grabbing motions for Terry to move closer. He was still in the dark sweat pants and a sleeveless T, and the left leg of the sweats was already tenting out from his body. I reached up and tugged down the waistband to finally get a glimpse of what would be wrecking my hole later and… O. Holy. Beercan. Now I know that guys that are girthy always compare their cocks to beercans. You hear it a lot, and they even take pics of their cocks next to soda cans and shampoo bottles, etc. Butmost of them aren’t really beercan sized, they’re just thicker than normal dicks. But Terry? It was legit FAT. When I reached out my hand to touch it, it was as wide as my hand across the four knuckles. And it wasn’t just fat in like one spot. Or just flat and wide. The entire length looked round and about equal in girth. With a bulbous, shiny, ruddy purple knob of a head at the end. And it wasn’t just ridiculously fat. Oh no, It was long, too. Terry wasn’t even fully hard yet, but Jesus fucking Christ. It arced down and away from his body. There was no telling exactly how big he’d be once fully aroused and I caught myself wondering if he had enough extra blood to fill that cunt wrecker! “Hoooooooly… Fuck…,” I whispered while grabbing it at the root. The girth wasn’t human. My hand didn’t even come close to touching around it. Fuck “beercan”… it was more like a bottle of SmartWater. “Shit, I ain’t even hard yet,” Terry says while taking a swig of Jack. “Can… can… your girlfriend take all that?” I stammered. “Naw. She cry when I throw it to her. She say she like it, but she sure try to run away when I’m hitting it. You ain’t gonna run now, are ya? Carl said you can take it all. Like all dat prison ass. Bitches in there would take it all… eventually. Hell, there was even this one guard….” “Brad.” Carl says while his face is still have buried in my ass. “Yeah, Brad. That fucker… Jesus. I miss that ass. That fuckin married, muscle cracker sonofabitch really got off on being a pussy bitch for black cock” Great. So Carl promised I could take it and now I had to try to compete with this Brad guy. I said a silent prayer that I would be a god bottom for him— or at the very least not fail miserably.. The talk about Brad and fucking seemed to get Terry more aroused. He was definitely almost at full mast, and it was massive. I was happy to see he was not quite as long as Carl at probably a solid 8 inches , but damn. He was probably twice as thick. The thought trying to get it inside me made me break out in a sweat. But- I’m a size queen, so I couldn’t wait any longer. As Carl tongued my ass, I slowly snuck out my tongue and licked the tip of Terry’s cock. It jumped appreciatively. With one hand on the table for balance and one gripping Terry’s cock, I slowly worked my mouth over his head. Let me just say—sucking him was impossible. Absolutely fucking impossible. He was just too damn thick. I honestly don’t know how anyone could blow him, unless they had an inordinately large mouth or a dislocated jaw. I was able to get his head in my mouth (barely), and just a fraction of the shaft.. and that was it. I couldn’t really even work it for fear of grazing my teeth on him. And there wasn’t much room for my tongue to dig around it. So I was basically forced to sort of scrub my tongue on the underside of his head. That being said, I gave it the ol college try. I did what I could. Slurped and sucked. Licked up and down his shaft- which had this deliciously thick vein running the length of it. Cupped his balls and worked him as best I could while using my hand to milk up precum- which Terry was oozing galore. And Terry moaned appreciatively along with what I was able to do, even in my limited capacity. “Carl, imma need to fuck this little bitch soon, so you best be gettin to opening him up,” Terry growled. Carl didn’t need any more prompting. He stood up, and reached behind the makeup mirror and brought out a little Christmas gift bag which I saw reflected in the mirror. “What’s that?” I asked, taking my mouth off Terry’s dick just long enough to enquire. “Oh, this is a little gift bag from Eric. He knew Terry was coming, so he got you a couple things to help out.” And with that Carl pulled out a small bottle of Swiss Navy silicone lube, and a shiny metal aerosol can of some sort. “He figured the silicone lube would help things slide a bit better,” Carl said while pumping out a healthy amount into his hand. I felt him lube up my hole, and then watched him stroke his cock in the mirror with it to get himself ready. “What’s the silver can?” I asked. “Maximum Impact spray poppers,” Carl said. “You hold off on those until Terry is ready to fuck you. They’re stronger than the other poppers- You’ll be glad to have them.” I went back to sucking on Terry and I felt Carl position his head at my ass. Then he handed me the old bottle of poppers. I took a small whiff, and Carl began to slide in. Let me just say- the silicone lube was a godsend! I made a mental note to thank Eric later for his thoughtfulness. After being fucked by Vaseline, this felt like a dream. Carl’s dick, while still stretching the heck out of me, slid in with virtually no issue. He hit my second ring, pulled all the way out, relubed, and slid back in—this time to the hilt. So. Fucking. Amazing. When Carl popped beyond my second ring, it sent me into a frenzy. I started jacking and sucking the hell out of Terry’s monster, while Carl slowfucked me deep. I was hitting the poppers and soon tossing my ass back onto Carl with some fierceness. I was worried that after being railed by him yesterday I wasn’t going to be able to take him today, but the opposite seemed true. I was in full on fuck mode, everything was lined up and working, and couldn’t seem to get enough of his dick. Terry pulled a bit away from me, stood back, and crossed his arms in front of his massive chest. He kept his massive dick just out reach while he watched Carl fuck me. I actually appreciated this, as trying to be a good bottom AND also trying to deal with Terry’s massive cock was just too distracting for me. It was hard to do both effectively and maintain my balance. Besides, right now I really needed to focus on all the pleasure that was happening in my ass! Carl pumped some more lube on his dick while fucking me, and then I felt some additional pressure at my hole. Carl actually worked a finger into me during one of his thrusts in, and I could feel the pinch at my hole and the pressure of the extra stretching. And after a few minutes, more pressure and I knew Carl was working in another finger. And then another. Jesus, my hole was hurting a bit, but it also felt glorious. I kept hitting the poppers and I was really gooning out while Terry egged us on. “Fuck yeah! Get that pussy ready for me! You ready for dis meat, bud? You want dis big black cock? You ready for a cuntwreckin’, white boy?” All I could do was nod. “Ok, Terry. I think I got him about as open as I can. Now, go a bit easy on him—I don’t want that hole ruined before I get my nut.” “We’ll see,” Terry chuckled. “My dick ain’t been this excited to fuck for awhile!” I felt Carl pull his fingers and cock out of me. God I felt so empty! And then he gently spun me around so my ass faced Terry. Terry pulled my jock down in one swift motion. I stepped out of it and handed it to me. “I want that ass naked,” he said as he did it. He then added some more lube to my hole with his thick fingers, and I heard him slicking up his dick with several more pumps of lube. “Now might be a good time to hit those other poppers,” Terry said. I could feel him sliding his cockhead up and down my ass crack. It felt like a fist back there. I looked at Carl, confused. He took my jock from me, grabbed the Maximum Impact, and sprayed it into the cup portion of my jockstrap. Then he handed it back to me. “Put this over your mouth and nose and inhale—and then get ready to go to Mars.” I did like he said. At first I wasn’t sure what the deal was- other than the different smell. But then… whoa. Everything got very fuzzy and warm and my vision blurred. I got tingly and hot all over, and that’s when I heard Carl say, “Now.” And Terry started to enter me. JESUS! Fuck me sideways, it hurt like a motherfucker!! Even with the spray popper high, I cried out “OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!” and tried to push my hand back on Terry to stop him. To his credit, he stopped and didn’t try to force things. He pulled out, relubed his head, and started in again. Slowly. Back and forth. Easing it a bit further each time. It literally felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat. Carl fed me some more spray poppers, and with the slow in and out motion, Terry was ever so slowly working himself inside me. Just about when I thought I couldn’t take much more, he slid out, relubed, and pushed back in with a steady motion. I was sort of amazed that my ass suddenly seemed to cooperate. Yes it hurt. Yes it felt like my hole was tearing a bit and it burned like hell. But it was also going in. I think it was maybe because I finally stopped tensing up and fighting it. Terry’s massive hands found my hips, and I felt him pull me back toward him. His massive knob hit my second ring… and stopped. Damn I wanted it to go further—all the way in—but fuck it hurt, too. I wondered if maybe this was as far as he would go. But this wasn’t Terry’s first time at the rodeo, and he knew how to use his weapon. He started to slow fuck me—right there. Right where his head was gently nudging my second ring. Kind of like what he did at the beginning to my butthole. Slowly working it. Teasing the depths of my ass. Getting me used to his girth. To that big head. “Carl, give him one more hit and we’ll be home free,” Terry said. Carl sprayed my jock again, and I inhaled deeply. I think Terry felt me relax, because with a slow but steady push he slid his massive prong up past my second ring. “Ugggggghhhhnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh,” was about all I could manage with an elated exhale when his head popped in and he bottomed out inside me. All the tension left my body and I could feel his pubes on my asscheeks as he was buried in me to the hilt. The feeling of all that dick inside me was… well, it’s indescribable. I was so full. So stretched. So fucking turned on! I wondered dimly if this is why guys liked being fisted? My body started to shiver and buck almost uncontrollably as Terry made micro thrusts deep inside me. I kept exclaiming, “Oh! Oh! OH!” every time Terry bottomed out. It was like nothing I’d felt before- like my full body being on the edge of a big sneeze. “Kid’s having an anal orgasm, Terry,” Carl said appreciately. “Told you this little cocksucker was built to fuck!” What Terry was doing to me was making me go berserk. I grabbed Carl’s cock and basically forced him into my mouth. I was in a fuck frenzy, and I didn’t even care that Carla cock was covered in lube and had been deep in the nether regions of my butthole. I had more of Carl’s cock down my throat than I ever had managed before- like part way down my esophagus. And while doing this, Terry started to fuck me with more of his dick. Longer and longer strokes were entering my ass. He was now giving me almost his full shaft on each thrust, and his head was punching my second ring like a prize fighter. And I couldn’t get enough. My whole body was vibrating as he fucked me as I freely choked and gagged myself on Carl. “Whoa kid, slow down!” Carl commanded. “I’m getting close and I wanna knock up that ass for Terry. He loves a cummy cunt.” Terry pulled from me abruptly, and he reached down and grabbed my legs behind my knees. And then he hoisted me up and back into his chest in one smooth motion. He was leaning back a little and holding my legs open for Carl. And without missing a beat, Carl spit on his cock and shoved it inside me. After Terry, taking Carl was a piece of cake. In fact, it felt fucking incredible. All the long dicking and second ring punching, but with none of the pain. It was just all pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure, and I could now actually squeeze my hole around Carl’s dick and grip him on the pull outs. Carl was really throwing the meat to me. Harder than he ever had before and he had this greedy, happy look on his face. I reached forward and tugged Carl’s nipples through his wife beater as he plowed me mercilessly. “Fuck boy! Here cums a big gift!” I just looked into Carl’s eyes and nodded as he scrunched up his face with his orgasm. “Uggggggghhhhhh!” he grunted and I could feel every throb deep inside me, just as before. Pulse after pulse of sperm dumping deep into my guts. I squeezed and pulsed my ass around his dick to make him shudder and buck. Eventually his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out of me unceremoniously. “There you go, Terry. Now scrub that load into his guts. Get him pregnant!” Carl backed away and sat on the edge of the makeup table, sweaty and exhausted. His softening cock drooling a last bit of semen onto his Santa pants. Terry dropped me down and then sat in the chair- his cock sticking up obscenely. “Ride this dick, bitch,” he commanded. I pumped a bit more lube onto his dick, took another hit of spray poppers, and then impaled myself onto Terry in one fell swoop. The pain and pleasure of it were glorious. “DAMN,” Terry moaned, as I started to work my ass up and down on his massive tool. I was using the arms of the chair to help steady and hover myself as I reverse cowgirled the fuck out of him. I was still in fuck frenzy mode, so I was really going to town on his dick. Grinding down. Sliding up and down fast. Working just the head. Gripping him as best I could with my wrecked anus to try to stroke out a load. Terry’s hard cock seemed to get impossibly harder and thicker inside me. I felt his hands on my hips again. He gripped me hard and started to physically lifting and lowering my body up and down on his dick. He was using me like a human sized fleshlight, taking his pleasure out of my hole. I wasn’t really even helping him— I just kept my balance and let him throw me onto his dong. Feeling Terry’s strength and being used like this was the last straw for me. I’d been on the edge so long, my orgasm surprised me. With a gasp I started unloading my balls. Gobbets of cum started spraying everywhere. Each impact of Terry’s dick inside me threw bits of my seed everywhere. After the first few spurts, Carl bent down put his mouth on my dick to collect the mess. My orgasm triggered Terry. “Aww fuck, I’m about to nut!” he panted, and then he slammed me down onto his crotch hard. I felt that massive head unleash jet after jet of hot semen inside me. Terry made little moans with each pulse of his cock and I could feel his massive head swell with each spurt . And I swear could actually FEEL his cum hitting deep inside me. I definitely felt the volume- as my ass started feeling uncomfortably full. It was surreal. After all of the seismic quakes of our respective orgasms subsided, I collapsed back into Terry’s chest, as his hands gently caressed my nipples, making me shiver over and over. “Shit, Carl. Dat was good pussy,” Terry sighed. “I fuckin told you. It was good to tag team a hole again, wasn’t it?” Carl said. Terry nodded in agreement. “Was I… was I… as good… as Brad?” I finally panted. Both Carl and Terry chuckled softly. “Aww baby,” Terry purred, “there ain’t no comparison.” He kissed my neck and to emphasize his point, he flexed his cock a little inside me. After sitting a bit longer with Terry’s softening (yet still prodigious) cock still inside me, I slowly stood up and did the long, slow pullout. His big head popped free and a hefty blob of semen dropped out of me. “Jesus—I don’t think any of my internal organs are where they are supposed to be,” I said as my legs wobbled a bit. My hole was on fire and I had an ache deep in my guts where they’d punched my second ring repeatedly. Slowly we all got dressed. Terry left first, saying he really needed to get home. He was also worried about how he was gonna explain not wanting to fuck his woman later. “Guess I got a headache,” he quipped. Carl and I left the Gingerbread hut together. I wished him a merry Christmas, and he wished me one as well. As Carl headed for his exit he waved and said, “Until next time.” And then he was out into the night. I hobbled onward, with my ass on fire and leaking into my jeans. I paused and looked back wistfully at that sad, sketchy, Santa village.. Christmas was in a couple days, and after that Santa’s village would be packed away until next year.. Deep inside I think I knew there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’. I mean how I would find him and where we might fuck if we were to hook up again. I gingerly walked out to my car and headed for home. Epilogue: It turns out that I never saw Carl or Terry again after that night. And it would be many years until I found cocks of comparable size to remind my hole why I love the big ones. But that didn’t stop me from looking and filling the void with lots (and LOTS) of other, more modestly equipped men. You’d be surprised at how many older, married guys want a 20 year old piece of ass! And as for Carl and his Christmas gifts? Well, I didn’t grasp the full meaning of it until I got sick around new years with the flu. Mom said it was going around— just not this particular flu. I discovered later at student health my freshman year of college that Carl and Terry indeed knocked me up and I was HIV positive. A Christmas gift I would have forever. And one I definitely planned on regifting as often as I could.