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This is based on a true story. Embellished and changed in certain areas. This is a story of a dumbass teen that should have known better and got what he deserved. Hi. I was the dumbass teen. Pleasure to meet you. I’m gonna tell you about an event that changed my life. While I hope this subject is taken seriously, I can’t fault anyone from jerking off thinking about the story I’m about to tell. I know I jerk off to the memory all the time. Let’s start with 18 year old me. Not a twink by any means. I’m average build with no muscle definition. I’m just a normal looking light skinned latino guy. Horny as fuck though. So I jump in the shower and clean out. I pop open the convenient hookup site looking for a guy to hook up with. I’m not a twink but I’m young, dumb, and looking for cum. That seemed to attract enough men here and there to keep my hole wet when I need it. Tonight was one of those nights. I was looking left and looking right on the site and coming up short. That is until I get a message from this guy I had been eying with hope but didn’t think he would actually bite. Lets just call him “Rob” since I honestly don’t remember his real name. He was this nice looking black man in his early or mid 30’s. He seemed nice enough and was very polite in conversation. We finally got down to the real talking and I asked him about his dick. He hadn’t put any information about the size on his profile. He replied that he was hung with 13 inches. He said he leaves it off his profile because it usually scares guys off. He unlocked a pic of his dick and I instantly started drooling over it. We continued talking and making small talk. I eventually got the nerves to calm down and asked what he had planned this night. He responded feeding you my load down your throat. Now that line went straight to my dick and I was puckering my hole just thinking about it. I had to confess to him that I’d never been with someone that endowed. At this point in my life, I hade only taken 7 or so inches in my mouth and hole. I explained my inexperience but he seemed cool with it. I told him that I would be down to blow him and choke on his dick but that was all I could do. There was no way I would be able to do anything more than that. He seemed okay with this information saying he understood and a blow job would be great. He asked if I partied? I naively responded back with no, I don’t smoke weed only drink sometimes. He said great! His profile said he hosted so I asked his address and googled directions. I was living at home at the time, so I did what any other horny teen would do. I borrowed my dad’s car in the middle of the night for a hookup. I would be back before he even knew I was gone. I jumped in the car and was off to meet up with my dick for the night. I followed the directions and parked in an apartment complex that looked like a respectable place to live. No visual red flags at all. It all looked nice and welcoming. I showed up in a t-shirt and some basketball shorts. I hadn’t planned on fucking so I didn’t wear any cute underwear. I simple pair of boxers was under my shorts. I rang the doorbell and Rob answered the door wearing a white tank and some light grey sweatpants. He was very inviting and ushered me into his apartment. He showed me to his couch and we sat there for a few moments and made small talk. The longer we talked, the more I would glance down to stare at his growing tent in his pants. He noticed obviously and would reach down and grip himself with every other word spoken. Finally, he told me to get comfortable while he gets us something to drink. He asked if I wanted something to drink and I answered yes immediately. He disappeared to his kitchen and came back with 2 bottles of Gatorade. He handed me one of the bottles and said that I looked thirsty. My mouth was getting pretty dry due to nerves so I playfully agreed. I opened the drink not realizing the seal was already opened. I drank some of the Gatorade. I remember thinking that it had a weird taste to it but brushed it off as that icky taste from just having brushed my teeth before I left home. Rob told me to get comfortable on the couch. I continued to drink my Gatorade as he put some porn up on the living room TV. I sat back a bit taking in the scene before me. it was a black man getting sucked off by a white guy while a second black guy jerked off to the side. Rob asked if I thought the video was hot. I agreed wholeheartedly. I watched the porn for a moment and when I turned back to Rob, he had already dropped his sweatpants down to his ankles. Rob told me to drink up so that I had a nice wet mouth on his dick. I gulped down some Gatorade and licked my lips. He had me sit on the couch next to him and reach over his lap to get to his dick. I pulled the monster through his boxers fly and jerked it a bit. I could see a drop of precum start to form on his head. Rob noticed that I was staring at it and commanded me to lick it off his head. I sprawled over his lap and licked his head. It tasted amazing. Rob lifted himself up and pulled his boxers off. He kicked off the pants and boxers from his ankles. He pulled his shirt off and I tried to go for his dick again. Before I could get it in my mouth, I mentioned that I was starting to get a bit warm. He pulled off my shirt and pushed my head down on his dick. I remember putting his head in my mouth and trying to wet it at much as I could before going further. I scooched up closer to his dick and bobbed down on his monster. Rob put his right hand on the back of my head and pushed my mouth down on his 13 inches. I probably got about half of it in my mouth before I felt it touch the back of my throat. I remember I was going at his junk slow. Way slower than I usually go at a dick. Before I could think much about my intensity, I felt him pulling my shorts and boxers down and off me. I felt his left hand gripping my white ass. He was kneading my cheeks. I pulled off of his dick to ask for some more Gatorade because my mouth was getting dry. He laughed and handed me some of his drink. I swallowed it down and then went back to swallowing his black snake. I remember feeling his finger go up and down over my hole – just teasing it. This made me so fucking horny when he did that. Then he would go further down and graze my balls. Just enough to feel the touch and then back up to my hole. I was a moaning whore for him. With every moan I went further down on his dick. I was going strong working on his dick but increasingly slower in movement. Then suddenly there was a bottle of poppers under my nose. Rob told me to breath in deep. I did the best I could considering I still had his dick in my mouth. But I got a strong his on each side. I remember my world starting to spin. Spin round and round and round. And then blackness! The next thing I feel is being lifted straight up. Then blackness again. The next thing I feel is my face smashed against a mattress. Then I feel it. I involuntarily squeeze my asshole to pucker but I find it stretched open. Then the forward thrust of a poll being shoved up my ass, splitting me in two. Then I feel him bottom out. I feel a pair of balls against my ass. I feel his curly hairs against my skin. I realize I’m head down – ass up against a mattress. I try to move but everything, every part of my body feels so heavy. Rob pulls out a bit and slams back in to the hilt. My mouth opens and drool escapes my mouth. Another slam into my hole. I let out a low level moan. I’m able to get my arms out in front of me to help stabilize myself. My movement signals Rob to stop mid thrust. He laughs and welcomes me back to the life. He compliments my tight hole and how well I’m taking his thick black meat. Then he gets back to fucking my stretched hole. He picks up the pace and I can hear the sound of skin against skin slapping throughout the room. I know whats happening but im stuck in a state of disbelief. How had this happened? How am I taking this monster dick? I feel so full. My hole feels so stretched. I mumble trying to make words as Rob assaults my light skinned ass. I hear something in the room with us. It’s a someone. I cant see him from the position I’m in but I hear the sound of a lighter flickering and see a faint glow in the room. I keep trying to speak but nothing audible makes it out… until finally I can make something that sounds like a NO. with a little more effort I’m able to say STOP. Again I hear the flicker of the lighter and the faint glow. I go to say another STOP but I have another black man pop up in front of me and lock lips with me. He pushes a cloud of something into my lungs and holds his mouth to mine. When he finally lets up, I breath out and a cloud of white smoke leaves my mouth. The new man repeats this three more times as I try and say STOP. I have no idea what he is pushing into my lungs but I start to get super horny and find I am pushing back against the invading dick. This new black man (lets call him Dee) is also naked and pushes his dick into my mouth. As im attacked at both ends, I start to get some strength in my arms. This helps me stabilize myself as I adjust to the spit roasting. Dee has a dick about the same length as Rob but where Rob has a consistent thickness to his shaft, Dee’s gets thicker at the middle of his shaft. I have to watch my teeth on it. It doesn’t take much longer for Rob to pick up his pace. He grabs me by my waist and slams into me. I can feel his dick shooting his thick load up inside of me. Rob pulls out slowly. Dee pulls his dick out of my mouth and gets behind of me. I still cant turn around or even try to stand yet. I do know that NO or STOP are no longer on my mind. I have a horniness that I can believe. Then I feel Dee get behind me and fingers my wet hole. OMG I love him fingering my wet hole. I start pushing back into his fingers. I need his fingers, hell, I need more dick in my hole. I hope I don’t have to wait too long for more dick. That’s when I feel it. I feel a burning sensation being pushed into my hole. Now, I definitely now that wonderful feeling of a undiluted booty bump in my hole today, but back then, this was a completely new feeling. I start to panic a bit. What the hell was he doing with my tight hole? Why was it burning so much? And why did I feel like I needed more and more dick, that feeling growing by the second. I feel Dee’s fingers continue to fuck my hole. I am a moaning mess and pushing back against his fingers like a good little whore. This makes the two men laugh at me. Dee says that I’m a perfect bitch in heat. He pulls out his fingers and I give a slight sigh of disappointment. I don’t have to wait long because Dee pushes his dick halfway into my empty hole in one push. I feel his thick shaft stretching my hole further. It burns but in a good way. I know that once I get that part inside of me, I can get the full lengh. Another good push and Dee bottoms out. I feel so full. I feel the fullest I have ever felt. He holds position and I start fucking myself back and forth on his big black dick. More laughing comes from the two black men. They had made me into the horny slut for the night and I was aiming to please. I feel Dee push down on my back and I fall flat on the mattress. I feel the man get on top of me and starts to drill my quivering hole like no tomorrow. I am still fucked up a bit and cant push him off of me. Not that I want to push him off of me at the present time. I love every thrust into my once tight hole. I feel like his dick is pushing everything inside of me out of the way to accommodate his thick snake. I lose track of the time. All I know is that he continues to fuck me in that position for what felt like forever. I drills in harder and then I feel the flood of semen unleashed inside of my bowels. Dee gets off of me and I get pushed around so that I’m on my back now. Rob comes back and pushes my legs on top of his shoulders. He pounds me like that for a while. I like this position. I feel like my prostate is being slammed as he thrusts in this position. My soft dick is leaking precum like crazy. He maneuvers me so that he is on his back and I’m on top of him. I’m riding his big dick. I feel Dee behind me again. This time he pushes a bottle of poppers to my nose. I take a few hits and I’m spinning again. This time I don’t black out. Just spinning around. I feel Dees hands on my back pushing me down to Rob. Rob locks lips on me and we start to make out. Rob reaches between my legs and plays with my soft dick. I feels amazing. That’s when I start to feel it. A great pressure against my hole from behind. It’s Dee’s dick, trying to push it’s way into my already filled hole. there is no way it’s fitting in there. There is no room at all in my ass. Again, poppers to my nose. I get all spiny again and my hole relaxes just a little. I can feel Dee’s head starting to stretch it’s way into my hole until… pop. His head pops in and my hole is pushed open the furthest I’ve ever had it. I feel like he’s killing me in two pieces. I start crying tears. I cry out Please stop. it hurts. It fucking hurts! Please! I don’t know if my hole was just too tight for both of the dicks or they took pity on me but Dee relented and pulled away. I was still on top of Rob. I stopped crying out and wiped my tears. I continued to ride him. Rob shoots his next load up inside of me. I feel like I’m finally getting a break. Both men have gotten off of the bed. I’m laying flat on the bed. I’m pushed upward into a sitting up position. I hear a flick of the lighter to my right. I look over and see Dee lighting up a pipe. He comes over and gives me a shotgun. Now this is probably the first time I’ve seen someone smoking Tina so I have no idea whats going on really. All I know is that they keep pushing smoke into my lungs and I keep letting out clouds. That’s when I hear a sound like a spray paint can. I look around and see Rob spraying something into my wadded up pair of boxers. i know now that familiar sound of Maximum Impact but at the time I had no idea. I blink and the damp boxers are being pushed into my mouth. I breath in the fumes and get that spiny feeling back only this time is stays spiny. I’m completely out of it. I cant make anything out really vision wise but I feel the cold feel of metal against my skin. Click, click, click. I’m handcuffed wrists to ankles. I hear the men saying that should help keep my hole open. I thought they were talking to me, but then I hear the voice of a third man. I’m too spun to see him but I definitely hear a new voice. I feel a new pair of hands roaming over my body. I feel a new dick push it’s way into my hole. it had a completely different feel to it. it bend slightly upward and I knew the other men had dicks straight as can be. This new dick felt smaller than the two previous men. I was both glad and sad that it was smaller. I didn’t want my hole stretched any wider but I wanted my hole good and thoroughly used. Just when I thought I was coming down a bit, my boxers in my mouth were pulled out and replaced with another pair of boxers sprayed down with Maximum Impact. The spines returned and I lost track of time. I lost track of who was fucking me. When I finally landed, I was already uncuffed and covered in dried cum and sweat. One of the black men were asleep next to me on the bed. I slipped away trying to no wake him. I sneaked into the living room and tracked down my shorts and shirt. I never did find my underwear. The other black man was asleep on the couch. I looked down and saw his dick was half hard. It took all my effort to not get down on my knees and start all over again. I had to sneak away while I had the chance. Luckily my phone, wallet, and keys were safe in my short pockets. I snuck away in the early hours of the morning. I barely made it hope and put my dad’s keys away before he woke up. I snuck to my room. I grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a shower. I washed off all the evidence of the fuck-a-thon. I went back to my room and tried to sleep but ended up watching porn and jerking off for hours. Luckily I had nothing to do that day. I went back online to see if the man was back online. I don’t know what I wanted to say to him. How fucked up it was that he drugged me? How fucked up it was that he raped me? How fucked up it was that he shared me with who knows who? Or to thank him for an experience that I will never forget? I searched but found the profile was deleted.

——- Josh ——- I woke up to my phone ringing. My head was hurting from the multitude of drinks I had last night. I hadn’t got home till almost 5am. I fell asleep as the first rays of sun broke the horizon. Mercifully the ringing stopped. I rolled onto my back and thought about last nights adventures. Me and a few friends hit up a new club then moved to an after hours place. Finally, I ended up at a sex party a cute boy at the after hours place told me about. At the sex party I managed to dump my dirty load in a hot raw otter. Before I impregnated him I fucked and precame in 4 other guys. It was a hell of a fun night. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my rock hard fat 7.5 inch uncut poz dick and began stroking myself thinking about how the boy begged for my cum not knowing it was charged. A bead of precum slipped out of my hole as I recalled the moans the otter was making as my fat cock worked his tight raw hole and prostate. His hole was so warm and tight. It felt like velvet around my cock. He moaned as I kissed his neck and stretched him open. My assault on his prostate made him shoot a huge load all over us. The feel of his tight hole squeezing my dick made me explode filling his boy hole with my own huge charged load balls deep. The metal imagine of his face as I dumped my dirty load in his ass made me shoot a huge load all over my abs. I was pulled from my post nut euphoria by my phone ringing noisily again. I groaned as I half rolled over to get my phone while trying not to get my cum on my sheets. The screen displayed “Mom”. That made me let out another groan. “Hello” I said in a very rough and gruff voice. I already had a very deep voice so the dryness of my throat made it even deeper. “Good afternoon sweat pea” the chipper voice greeted me using the nickname I’d been called all my life. “Good morning mom” I replied as I looked at my watch on the side table to verify the time. My parents lived on the other side of the country and where a few hours ahead of me. They had raised us to be up early and never waste the morning sleeping. But in my defense it was 11:30 am so it was still technically morning for me. “I hope your Saturday morning has been productive. Have you got everything ready for your brother?” She asked in her sweet voice that was also laced with a hint of the mom tone she used when she doubted us. While it annoyed me to be doubted, as usual she was spot on. My little brother Sam, how original for our parents to name us Joshua and Samuel, was coming to stay with me for at least 6 months. My genius kid brother, who was all of 21, had just graduated some prestigious tech program at MIT. He is starting a job next week at a giant tech company that is located in my city. In fact, my apartment isn’t far from their corporate campus. My parents had begged me to let him stay with me. They argued he was still young, never truly lived on his own, and needed someone to look after him. They said I’d be a good role model since I’d been “in the real world” for years. I’d always been very independent and hated living near my folks prying eyes. I had moved to the dorms freshman year and then to an apartment with friends the summer between freshman and sophomore year. I never moved back home. I loved my parents but they were just to vanilla and bland. They were religious, but thankfully not the crazy hate the gays kind, while I am more spiritual. They like book clubs (mom) and golf (dad) and idea of a exciting night is a trip to the local “upscale” chain Italian restaurant. We just ran in different worlds. I am 30 now and I moved across the country 5 years ago after I finished my doctorate of physical therapy program. I took the first job I could find on this side of the country to be able live in the area. I was drawn by the great weather, hot night life, popping gay scene, and it would make sure I kept my parents in the dark to my kinky piggy life. I took a spot with a PT practice out here right out of college. I have worked my way up and just a few weeks ago signed the paperwork that made me a junior partner in the practice. My client list includes celebrities, sports stars, and wealthy business moguls. I am very sought after and could of opened my own practice but I choose to let the managing partners do that extra work and just take the money so I could enjoy my life. Work hard play harder was pretty much my motto. Anyway back to my brother. My parents had called a few weeks ago when he’d got the job offer. It took over a week for them to convince me to agree to letting Sam move in. They tried offering money and dangling that Sam could help by “splitting the bills” as incentive but that didn’t work to well because like I said I make bank. Then they tried the family responsibility and guilt thing. That worked a bit better, they had paid for all my college so I was debt free in large part thanks to them. Finally, they pulled out the whole getting to know my brother better angle. He was a surprise baby and was 9 years younger than me. We didn’t have any shared friends or interests as kids. From the time he could turn on a iPad he had been sucked into the tech world. He started going to computer camps durning the summer at like age 10 or 11. In contrast I am more a low tech guy. I can work the basics but not interested in learning any more than that. When we had last spent significant time around each other he was a tween that was super smart but also a little socially awkward. Needless to say we weren’t fast friends. Since I moved away I visit home twice a year for 3 or 4 days at a time. During those visits if we weren’t having family meals or at an event or something Sam spent his time in his room with his computers. I love the kid but we really didn’t know each other well. I pretty sure he takes after my parents in the bland vanilla mold but figured it be good to get to know him a little bit. So I gave in and agreed to him moving in. The deal was he’d stay with me and I’d help get him oriented to the city and “being an adult” (my moms words). Then at 6 months if Sam was comfortable he could find his own place to live near me. “Yes mom I have everything ready. He won’t be here till Tuesday anyway.” I said trying to reassure her. It did anything but. “Tuesday!” She said raising the pitch of her voice. “His plane lands in 4 hours.” “No it doesn’t, Dad told me it was the 19th. I wrote it down in my planner” I said a little panicked myself. “Damn that man’s dyslexia. He must of got the 6 and 9 mixed up. I knew I should of checked with you yesterday but David told me to not pester you. But it’s too late to fret over that. You have to cancel you plans and get your brother!” She said starting to go into super mom mode. She always had everything planned out to the minute. I am really surprised it somehow slipped by that dad gave me the wrong date. Me and him are much more the pencil down the outlines and fill it in as you go types so it’s not surprising we didn’t notice. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t have any appointments today. I can get to the airport in time. Just text me the flight information.” I said as I set up on the edge of the bed using the calm tone I’d learned form dad for when mom got excited. “Don’t you use your dad’s patronizing tone with me.” She huffed before going back to her normal self. “I know you will handle it. I just worried about my baby being so far away. It’s hard for me to let go.” “I know mom. Don’t worry I will take care of the kid.” I said as I got out of bed naked and walked across the room to my master bathroom. “I know. We can count on you. He’s just so much more sheltered and reserved then you ever were. It makes me worry.” She said. “He will love it here. I will get him out of his shell.” I assured her. “I need to shower and stuff. I will text you when I get him from the airport. Talk to you later mom, love you.” “I love you too. Bye sweat pea!” She said and then the call ended. I took a long hard refreshing piss then turned on the glass walk in shower. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror evaluating my body as I did every morning. I worked almost every day and my body showed it. I was not a body builder or anything but I was very fit and cut. At 6’3 I was taller than most. I had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. My teeth were straight thanks to the braces I wore for years in middle school. They were also white, not the move star blind you white, but healthy and regularly looking white. My skin was tanned from my runs along the beach. My broad strong shoulders were next as I went down my body. Then my pecs and arms were next, both well muscled to compliment my body. My chest had a light dusting of hair. My back was well muscled while not being overwhelming. My abs were well defined and you could count all six. My waist was trim and only had just the barest touch of love handles. I noted to adjust my workout routine to address that. My v-line was still banging. The happy trail I kept groomed led down to the small maintained bush above my hog. It sat around 4 inches soft and was always plump. I was uncut and right now the skin hid my cock head. Below my dick sat a pair of very good sized balls that always shot huge toxic loads. Not bad for 30. I got in the shower and did a quick wash up. After I dried off I walked to the kitchen naked. I made myself a coffee and an quick cheese omelette which I ate as I reviewed some emails. After I finished eating I got dressed and went down to the parking garage and got in my Audi R8 Spyder. It was a beautiful spring day and I would of loved to ride my motorcycle but that wasn’t practical for Sam and his luggage. As a consolation I put the roof down to allow the sun and wind to blow as I drove to the airport. I parked in the appointed lot for pickups and walked into the terminal to meet my kid brother. His flight was due to land any minute. Traffic had been worse than I anticipated but I had made it before his plane touched down. I hadn’t seen him in over six months. Even then it was only quick sightings as he made brief appearances to eat dinner with us. He was in his last year of school and always seemed to have a project he needed to get back to. I scrolled on my phone as I waited for his plane to disembark and for him to make his way to the pickup area. I glanced up and had to do a double take. I recognized him by his face but the rest was a little bit of a shock. I hadn’t noticed how tall he had gotten as he was at least 6’1 now. He was in shorts and tank top which showed off his body. I observed that his arms were well muscled, he had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to a trim V, and his legs were well muscled too. I could tell he had the same build the men in our family usually had but he also looked like he had put on some muscle since I last saw him in anything but pants and a full T-shirt or sweater. His face still had the usual innocent look to it. His bright blue eyes shinning but carrying that hint of shyness they always did. His golden brown hair was a mess as usual. His skin while a little pale looked healthy. I even got to see one of his small pink nipples as his tank slipped when he went to move the bag on his shoulder. My cock gave a bit of a jump seeing it. I love to lick and play with nipples. Especially if they were directly wired to a guys cock. Making a man hard by playing with his nips was so hot! Not that I’d ever thought about my brother that way. But objectively he was hot and if it weren’t for the whole brother thing I’d definitely had made a move. I got his attention and then walked across the room to him. We embraced in a tight hug. He smelled of body wash, deodorant, and just a little bit of must from the long flight. I also felt a rather large plump package pressed against mine as we hugged. “Hey there bro, let’s get your bags and get you back to the house. We can order some food and decompress. Sound good?” I asked as we broke our embrace. “Sure Joshie, that sounds good. I also need to shower the yuck off me.” He replied as I took one of his bags from him and we started to walk toward the exit. “Was the flight good? Is this all your stuff?” I asked realizing he only had his back pack and two suitcases with him. “The flight was fine. Long, but uneventful. This is all I brought with me on the plane. Mom shipped some stuff that should be here in a day or two. You know her, she wanted to make sure it all got here right so she arranged it all.” He said with the exasperated tone I knew all too well. “Yea, she can be a handful but she does it from a place of love.” I said as I reached up with my free hand and put it in his shoulder to give it a squeeze. His skin was warm and soft. “Yea, she does.” He replied as we got to my car and loaded his bags. It was a good thing he shipped the bulk of his stuff or my car would of been to small. We chatted pleasantly on the drive home. We got there and got his bags up to the room that would be his room. That’s when it hit me his bed wasn’t due to be delivered till Monday. I had moved in here a few months ago and hadn’t got the spare bedroom set up yet. “Ummm ok, confession Dad told me the wrong date on your arrival so your bed won’t be here till Monday. Along with the dresser and night stands. You can leave your bags in here. Until then you can sleep on the sofa or in bed with me. It’s a king so we’d have enough room.” I said realizing just how much I wasn’t prepared. He was quite for a minute and then just shrugged. “Yea that’s fine. Mom texted me about the mix up before we landed. It’s not a big deal. I can crash with you a few nights.” He said nonchalantly. “I need to use the bathroom and shower. Can you point me there and get me a towel?” He asked as he bent over and dig a shower bag from his luggage. His ass was perfect. Very round, looked firm but still with a good bounce, and just the perfect size. My cock did another little jump. “Sure. While you shower I can order us a pizza. Supreme ok?” I asked as I motioned him to follow me. “Yea that’s fine.” He said following me into the main bath that was for everyone but would be his while he lived here. I grabbed a couple towels from the cabinet and turned to hand them to him and was shocked again. He had already stripped of his clothes and was turning on the shower as he stood naked. While not as muscled as me his body was beautiful. Just the perfect muscle definition. Plus I got a quick look at the snake he had between his legs. It must of been 5-6 in soft, good and thick, hanging above a set of big balls. He had a very well trimmed patch of hair over his shaft. I looked away before he could notice. “I figured you wouldn’t care if I just dropped my clothes while you were still here. I mean we are men, brothers, and you are gay. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen.” He said as he laughed. “Yea, it’s cool. I actually stay naked most the time around the house. So dress how you want I mean it’s your place now too. Be comfortable.” I replied as I put the towels in the counter and made my way toward the door. “Cool bro. Thanks for the towels.” He said as he got into the shower. I got a sight of his incredible butt as he climbed in and closed the shower curtain. It made my cock stiffen and my mouth water. I closed the door and stood against the wall in the hall taking deep breaths. I don’t know what my body was thinking. That was my younger brother and he was straight. I needed to get a grip. ——————— Like most my stories this chapter and probably the next will be heavier on the scene setting then the sex. But don’t worry there is much of that to cum. I hope you enjoy the story!

I have just received the notification that I had earned the highest rank on this site and had become Grand Master. You can think that I’m childish but I am so happy for that. It means a lot to me. When I met this site I was a in a very challenging and difficult situation. I was over a radical change of my career and in the middle of a private life crisis. My long-term relationship was close its end and this site and its community helped to get over this. But what is more important it helped and still helps to find myself, my real ego and helps to liberate myself, the real me, and enjoy what I always wanted to enjoy. I should have to say thank BZ and appreciate everything that BZ means to me. And then BZ acknowledges my activity here. So it’s a beautiful Christmas present for me.

Contrary to what my handle suggests, I’ve been more vers lately, experimenting with bottoming. And loving every second of it. I always attended gangbangs as a top, always had a blast drilling a cumdump’s hole when he’s got 10+ loads in him. But I always wondered what it must be like to be the bottom. So I did it. Booked a motel room and just had guys coming in and out over the course of 6 hours. The number of dudes who showed up exceeded my wildest expectations. I was expecting that maybe 8-10 would really show. 24 showed up. And I got 21 loads. All kinds of guys. Young, old, all different body types, some average dicks, some big dicks and a couple of huge dicks. And I just took it all. So question for all bottoms who’ve had this experience. How did you feel when you were done, knowing you were holding so much sperm from so many random guys? My brain couldn’t really process it at the time, it felt so surreal. It was so fucking hot.

The next few days seemed to drag by like an eternity. My uncle's place was nice but it seemed a bit strange. Nearly every room besides my bedroom was locked so I spent my days rotating between my bed and the couch in the living room. I had been sleeping horribly and sometimes when I would get up to get water I could swear I heard people in the locked rooms. Uncle mark was in and out of the house all the time at the strangest hours. I knew he was an artist of some sort but I assumed he would have regular work hours. There was always a strange vibe when we went out together. On the first night I was here we went to get dinner at a local restaurant and he ran into a “friend” Joseph. As we walked into the restaurant there was a tall bulky man waiting with a guy that couldn’t have been older than 20. When he saw my uncle he smiled and hugged him. “Mark it’s good to see you” he said hugging my uncle “ it’s good to see you too mah—uh Joseph” uncle mark said seeming nervous. I recognized Joseph’s voice when I heard it, he was the one that answered the phone when I first called my uncle. “And whose this lad here” Joesph said turning to me “Oh this is my nephew jack” he said putting his hand on my shoulder “Nice to meet you jack” Joesph said pulling me into a hug. He enveloped me with his hard muscular frame “Nice to meet you sir” I said shyly Joesph chuckled at that “ well trained already huh” he laughed “ you’ll have a lot less of a learning curve unlike Alex here” he said clasping his companions shoulder. Alex’s eyes looked glazed over but he seemed happy. Just then the hostess came and showed Joesph and Alex to their table. “Well I’ll see you both later” Joesph said with a wink as he walked away The rest of the dinner had a weird vibe, uncle mark spent half of it checking his phone and spent like 20 minutes in the bathroom. — I know I had promised jack to master but the process of corruption was harder on me than I thought it would be. I can’t believe he brought Alex here, he tested positive last week and master has been training him non stop. I knew master was going to demand I go to the bathroom and receive his load at some point so I was eyeing my phone. I was pent up with my cock locked and jack at my house preventing me from being bred as much as normal. The last time my cock was locked I took at least 20 loads a day, not to mention all the fists and toys. Now every time master called me to his place it was just to film or prep for him breeding other slaves. I finally got the text from master. “Bathroom.Now.” And went straight for to men’s room barely excusing myself. I knew it seemed suspicious but i needed cock so bad. When I made it into the bathroom I realized it wasn’t master in there but Alex. “Hi sir” Alex said dazedly as he grabbed onto me “ master said it has been too long since you had his cum so he told me to feed you” he said giggling. “Open up” as he undid his pants I saw some of masters marks. His cock was freshly pierced with a PA and had a padlock tattoo above the base of his cock. As he turned around I saw “slut hole” tramp stamped on him with two cocks on each cheek pointing to his hole. His hole was plugged with a large black buttplug. I positioned myself beneath his hole as I pulled out the plug. Alex moaned as I took the plug out before quickly pressing my mouth to his hole. I could feel master’s warm seed sliding from him into me. His taste was immaculate as I shoved my tongue forward desperate for more. Alex was moaning as he pushed his wrecked cunt into my mouth. As I gobbled down the cum I felt Alex start to prolapse into my mouth. Soon the flow of master and Alex’s juices stop and I took my lips from his cunt. “Thank you sir” he moaned reaching for his plug on the ground. “Uh uh” I said “ that’s mine now” I told him as I pulled up his pants. He was too high to give any resistance so he just nodded and left. I undid my pants and pushed the plug through the pig hole I already had inserted into my cunt. It popped in base and all and I pulled up my pants and went back to dinner even though I was already full

Just a heads up. if the smiley faces replace the dialogue indicator, then 😧 is suppposed to be "D : " to show Dre is talking. Ron had finally done it. He had successfully tracked down the men who had abducted his son. Harvey was an 18-year-old adult that suddenly stopped all contact with his father. They were close father and son. The police wouldn’t listen to Ron when he tried to do a missing persons report. They just said that’s what 18-year-olds do, they leave the nest. They start their lives. But Ron knew that it was something more that just that. Ron had tracked down every lead himself since the police were no help whatsoever. This led Ron to a man known on the streets as Dre. Dre was a drug dealer on the streets and amateur porn producer. He was known on the streets for picking up young men and women and exploiting them for drugs. And after following all the leads for his son, Ron finally tracked down the building that Dre worked out of. He had no plan. He had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that his son was supposedly in the building and he was not going to leave without him. Ron had bribed the security man at the outside door of the building. The man said he would get him in but getting out was all on him. Ron agreed and paid the man to enter the building. Ron walked along a hallway with many open doors. Each one was a sex scene being recorded by camera men and static cameras in the corners of the room. Young men were being assaulted in every room he looked into. He didn’t care what he was viewing, he just needed to continue on to the next room to find his son. Every once and a while there was a small room in between the bigger scene rooms with one sided windows. These were obviously for viewing and directing the scene from a distance. Eventually, Ron came across the infamous Dre in one of the small satellite rooms. Dre turned to look at Ron, laughed and then returned his gaze to the twink in the next room. Dre was this large frame of a man with a muscular physique. He has the kind of body that looks like he is flexing all the time. Dre turned to Ron and speaks. D: I heard you were looking for me. Well, more like looking for your little boy. I allowed you to get this far into my business for my amusement. I love watching young men turning into young whores for my product. But I love even more when I can watch their loved ones cry as it happens. Just look over here and see how your supposedly straight son is getting smoked out by one of my guys. Ron looks over at the window into the other room and sees his son sitting in his underwear with another big black man. They are blowing clouds together and turning to the cameras in the room to show off. D: See how good of a little whore he becoming. Ron’s face distorts itself and he begins to tear up. D: Up until now, all our straight boy has had to do to get smoked out is suck on some BBC. He doesn’t know it yet but this time is different. More drugs means I need more on camera. His little white ass is going to get smashed. And there is nothing you can do about it Mr. Dad. Ron’s face turns to horror as he watches the big black man’s hands all over his unsuspecting son’s body. It’s obvious that Harvey is already feeling good. The big black man starts playing with Harvey’s nipples and the twink starts making slight noises. Ron watches in horror was his son is molested before his very eyes. When the man uses his fingers to tug at the twink’s underwear, slightly nudging them down, inch by inch. When the twink’s underwear finally fall to the ground, the black man grabs him and bends him over the small bed they are sitting on. He sticks is tongue right into the teen’s virgin hole. Moans echo in the room. The supposed straight guy is loving his hole rimmed. He’s so high that he cant think of what might be happening next. All Harvey cares about is the tongue digging deeper into his ass. The black man turns to the one-way window and smiles to Dre. D: oh it’s just a matter of time now. Stay where you are at and you’ll get to be the first to watch your son take his first dick. Might be his last too. You see my man in the room has a thick dick. Like beer can thick and well, your son might not be able to walk straight after he is done opening him up. R: Please. Man just please. Stop this. I don’t have much money but you can have it. Every red cent, just please don’t let him rape my son. I’ll do anything you want, just keep that monster dick away from him. Don’t let him ruin my son. Hearing these words sent chills down Dre’s spine. He felt the sincerity in the man’s voice. He knew he would do anything to save him son from the huge black dick breaking his son in two pieces. Dre looked at the desperate father and gave him an evil smile. D: okay. I’m feeling generous. There is one thing and one thing only that can save your son from the internal rearranging my friend in there is about to do to your son. You see, if I don’t get this scene as it’s planned out, I need something equally entertaining for my video business. It comes down to the money you see. And your son is going to make me a lot of money, one way or another. Ron started having a pain in his stomach. What would be the price for his son’s safety from that monster black dick? D: I’ll agree to pull my friend out of the room, I’ll even let you take your son home. If you can pay the price. Ron reached for his wallet. D: Put that away you fool. I don’t want your cash. No, what I want from you is pretty revolting to some but extremely hot to others. Others that will be willing to pay a lot to watch. You see, the price to pull that BBC out is to put your white one in. Ron was confused. He wasn’t following what Dre was saying. D: Let me make it simple for you. You go in there and fuck your son with your smaller white dick. I do believe you are smaller, unless you can beat my friend’s 12 inches of meat. What are you packing Mr. Dad? Ron’s mind was going a million miles a minute. What was he asking him to do with his son? To set him free? Without fully processing he answered. R: I’ve got 8 inches. But I can’t… D: Nice, bigger than what I was thinking but it’s a nice surprise. Yup, you go in there and pound a warm load into your 18-year-old boy and he’s free to leave. Unless he comes back, but that’s a bridge we can come across later. R: You’ve got to be joking. I can’t… I could never … D: Well you better decide fast. You see my friend in there is about to give your son a booty bump. He’ll be ready to fuck as soon as that hits. R: I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t even if I wanted to. D: Oh don’t worry about that. I’ll smoke you out a bit and here, take one of these. Dre hands Ron a Cialis D: Now throw it in your mouth and swallow. For your boy’s sake. Unless you want him to be split in two by my friend. Ron looks into the window and watches his son’s ass being tongued and opened orally. The black man already was fingering his son with 2 fingers. When he pushed in 3 fingers, the man again turned to the window and smiled. D: it’s now or never Mr. Dad. Yes or no? R: okay … just call off your friend. D: Okay but you need to take the pill now. Right now! Ron throws the pill in his mouth and swallows it. D: Good bro – haha, oh this is going to be so fucking good. A real life father and son. Just think of the video traffic for this one scene. A little suggestion – just think of him as a whore to be fucked and thrown away. That should get you in the right headspace to pound a good load. Dre smirks and knocks on the window loud enough for his friend to hear. A look of disappointment comes over the black man in the room. He pulls his fingers out of the young man’s ass. Disappointment becomes anger. The man turns to the window.. Man: oh come on. He was supposed to be all mine. Again the knocking comes through the window. This agitates the black man. He slaps the teen’s ass and says he’ll be right back. He gets up and goes out the door. He comes into the viewing room and goes over to his boss and asks what happened. Dre explains the new plan to the unnamed black man. Man: oh bro, that’s dark. That’s fucked up. I fucking love it. Dre explains what he needs from the mess of a man that is trying to save his son. D: you go in there and smoke out with him. You do know how to hit the pipe right? Yeah, good. Once you are feeling good and the pill kicks in, you become a man on a mission. To get your dick wet with spit and then you force a load into your son’s straight boy ass. R: IF! If I can do this, your word I can take my boy home? D: Of course, for as long as he can stay away from here. I cant promise he wont want to come back but you are free to leave. After I get my video. Don’t worry, I’ll crop your face out of the scene or smudge your face. No one will see it was you. Dre was lying through his teeth. He wanted the camera to capture a real father son interaction. That’s what the men would pay for. D: Now go in there and pop that boy’s cherry hahaha The black man lead Ron into the room with visible cameras scattered around the room. Ron sat in a recliner and just starred at his son. Harvey was pretty high already and did not see who had came into the room. All he was concerned with was the black man had come back with a new pipe billed with a large puddle in the bulb. The man took a large rip and passed the pipe to the straight boy. Harvey took his rip and blew out a large cloud. He passed the pipe to the new man in the room. A thick cloud was in his way, so he could not make out who he had just passed the pipe to. Ron took advantage of this time, he took 3 big rips from the pipe. He needed to get a little fucked up before he could start this impossible mission. Ron passed the pipe back the black man. The man purposely waited for a few minutes of calm before passing the pipe directly to Harvey. Harvey starts to take his hit and looks over at the new guy in the room. That’s when it happens. H: oh hi dad. Harvey takes his hit without even thinking about what he just said. He passes the pipe to his dad. Their hands touch and the full realization of the situation hits Harvey. H: OH fuck. Oh fuck. Dad, where did you come from? This isn’t what you think? I’m not gay. I swear I’m not gay. Harvey tries to put his hands over his exposed dick and balls. Man: No, this boy is not gay. He’s just butt naked smoking some bomb shit and sucking some big dick to get a little high. Not gay at all. Harvey is starting to get flustered. Ron thought to himself, I’m sorry my son, but I need to do what I have to to get you out of here. Ron: just fucking take your hit boy! Harvey immediately takes the pipe and takes his hit as directed. The pill is starting to kick in and Ron is starting to get hard. He starts rubbing the front of his pants, playing with his growing crotch. Ron hits it and releases a big cloud. He hands the pipe back to the black man in the room. He refills the pipe and hands it back to the dad. It’s as this point that the black man leaves the pair alone in the room. Harvey is trying to start up conversation with his dad but his dad is focused on his mission. When he hands the pipe to his son, he holds his hand for a moment and looks into his saucer eyes. R: Listen you Tina whore, I’m here to save you, so shut the fuck up and get on your knees and suck my dick. Harvey is in shock. He can’t believe he is hearing these words from his dad. Ron takes the brief moment to throw off his shirt. He undoes his pants and drops them. He kickes them off to the side. He starts rubbing his growing dick through his boxers. He slides the underwear off and sits back down on the recliner. H: are you messing with me? because I’m so fucking high. Good joke dad. R: do I look like I’m joking. Ron slaps his hard dick against his stomach. All 8 inches are filled out. A wet spot forms on the tip of the dad’s dick. H: Please dad. Please don’t make me do this? R: This is what you do right? This is how you pay for your drugs? Well come over and learn your lesson. Harvey starts to tear up. He gets down on his knees in front of his dad. He reaches in front of him and grabs his dad’s throbbing dick. H: Please dad. Stop this. I’m straight. I swear I like girls. R: Well, the drugs have made you the girl today. Stop fucking around and suck my dick. Now! Here, take the pipe and blow a cloud on my dick, that will break the ice. Harvey takes a hit and bends forward and takes his dad’s dick in his mouth. He get’s halfway down on it before blowing out the smoke. R: Again. Harvey repeats and gets 6 inches down into his mouth before blowing out the smoke. Ron takes advantage of the open mouth and thrusts forward. His son gags on the full 8 inch dick inside his throat. He cant breath with the dick in the way. He tries to pull off and his dad just keeps thrusting forward into the son’s throat. Eventually he gives in and lets the teen gasp for air. H: Dad please. I cant take that any more. R: that’s okay. I got all the throat slime I needed to get on my dick. Now on the bed. Show me that wet hole. I know it’s still wet, the other guy was licking you like you liked it. Harvey climbed up on the bed and bent forward on his knees. This left his hole exposed to his dad. He was going to move around to face his dad face to face when Harvey felt a wet tongue dive deep into hole. A wave of pleasure runs up and down the teen’s body. The straight boy starts making his noises again. Then just as fast as it had started, the rimming stops and the teen is left saddened. He doesn’t have time to move when he feels a pressure on his backside. He’s never felt this kind of pressure to it is a bit foreign to him. That’s when he realizes it’s a pressure on his ass hole. it’s a dick head pushing into his ass hole. H: NO. NO, DAD NO. PLEASE DON’T. I’m straaaaaa The teen had little warning. He was mid statement when the big white dick head pushed into his hole. The dick was an inch or two inside his aching ass. H: NOOOOOOOO Take it out. Fucking take it out. Please R: Gawd your so fucking tight. This will be a whole lot faster if you stop whining. Just relax and let me concentrate. H: Pleeeeeese stop. The dad takes a breath, grabs his son by the hips and pushes forward again. He is now half way inside his son. H: It hurts dad. Please stop. Harvey gets excited as his dad is pulling his hard dick out slowly. He stops at the head. Ron spits down on his dick and then pushes back. He bottoms out and the teen tries to get away. Ron lunges forward and both bodies go forward until they are flat against each other. R: I’m sorry son but you brought this on yourself. Ron uses his knees to open his son’s legs and gives himself leverage. He starts jabbing his dick in and out of the teen. Harvey is no longer making noises that sound like a wounded animal. He is now grunting with every thrust. Ron feels his son relax his hole and makes the trusting a little easier on his 8 inches. Ron finally pulls out and his son starts to get excited. H: Thank you. Thank you for stopping. Ron does not answer. He just forcefully moves his son into a different position. He puts Harvey on his back and looks down. Harvey’s body is betraying him sporting a hard dick from all the anal assault. Ron looks down and then back as his son’s face. R: Less heterosexual and more like hetero-flexible. Ron has to stop himself from laughing. This is not a laughing matter. R: it’s almost over son. Just try and relax. H: Almost over? Ron pulls his son’s legs up over his shoulders and pushes his dick back into the devirginized hole. Harvey lets out a yelp as the entire length pushes back inside of him. The son stops making any kind of protest and just closes his eyes as he feels his dad glide over his prostate over and over. Harvey reaches down between his legs and jerks off while his dad is busy trying to focus on his nut. That’s when both of them realize the black man is back in the room with them. He’s holding a handheld camera getting closeups of the dad’s dick smashing into the teen’s ass. The balls slapping, the sound of skin on skin contact. Harvey goes silent as he starts shooting his load onto his chest. Ron looks down at the mess his son just made and it grosses him out. It just makes him fuck faster and harder. R: I’m almost there. Almost there. H: OMG dad. Remember to pull out. Don’t cum in me. Please don’t cum in me. R: SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP! Ahhhhhhhh Ron slams into his son’s body and stays in place as he shoots his thick load inside his boy. The black camera man goes in for a close up as Ron pulls out. White cum leaks out of the teen’s ass as the hole closes slowly. Man: Yeah boy. That’s the shot everyone wants to see. You leaking your daddy’s cum. What a little hoe. The man holds the camera out, focused on himself as he goes down to the ass. He starts licking the cum out of the hole. he zoomed in so the cum on his tongue was visible. Man: All tastes good to me. Ron is just standing there sporting his hard on. He wonders how long that pill would keep him pointing out. He starts putting his clothes back on. Harvey is slowly moving from the bed to standing upright. He locates his clothes that he had discarded before his dad had showed up. Once everyone was dressed, Dre opens the door, careful not to enter the room or get caught on camera. He ushered the father and son into the little side room where they waited for Dre to start talking. D: Okay, I’m a man of my word. You can take your son home. For now, here you earned this. Dre throws Harvey a full baggie of Tina. D: I know you’ll be back for more of my shit. You Harvey are welcome back anytime you need to smoke out and bust a nut. That means you too Mr. Dad. You weren’t too bad. You were actually quite good on camera. A lot of guys can’t perform in front of a camera. You’re welcome too. And if you guys come back together, well then we’re talking some serious money. Just remember it’s not about gay or straight. With Miss Tina, it’s all about getting that nut. Ron grabs his son by the shirt and shoves him forward through the building. They get outside to Ron’s car. R: Son this better be the last time I find you here. I’m sorry for what I had to do in there. It was the only way he would let you go. I love you son. H: I love you too dad. Harvey went home and cried over what had happened to him. He had been fucked and fucked hard by his own dad. He had been cummed in like he did his girlfriend. He had cum from getting fucked. That one was harder to reconcile. Then he remembered what Dre had said. “Just remember it’s not about gay or straight. With Miss Tina, it’s all about getting that nut.” Harvey swore to his dad that he would never go back to the building and put himself in that situation again. And he really meant it. That is until he smoked up all the tina that Dre had given him. Ron overheard his son talking to his girlfriend about how they needed to get more tina and that they could work for it with Dre. Ron couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only had his son lied to him but he was going right back into the horrible situation. Well then, he thought to himself, he wasn’t the only one invited back. Maybe he would go over too. Maybe he would go over and fuck his son again and be able to admit that he loved every minute of it.

It's an incredible feeling, both physically and mentally! Knowing that you pleased all the men that came and took their load in you, but also the fact that you hole is overflowing with cum, the sensation of you puffy hole, a reminder for a day or two of that experience. For me It also a feeling of wanting MORE right after 🐷

From a bit ago... just starting to get hard, gets more girthy and veiny when its fully excited...

Does taking @Pozguyinchi count as a goal? I mean I don't know how realistic but goddamn I'd love to! 😉

Apologies for the very long wait, I had a very busy schedule indeed lol. Chapter III SMACK!!! The loud echo of a hand meeting skin at full force and the shattering of porcelain met Lev on his return to the world- so startling that Lev nearly jumped, before realizing he wasn't the victim of that wicked blow. Groggily opening his eyes, Lev slowly tried to make sense of the world around him. Everything was upside down, his head throbbed with pain while his eyes tried to make sense of the scene before him: a huge black man was pushed into a corner cradling his face, cowering in fear of a... short scantily clad twink in a Ram's mask. It was so comical that Lev would’ve burst out laughing- if he hadn't burst out coughing when his lips parted. "Consider yourself excommunicated for your treachery Andre, sullying the lamb before it's proper sacrifice is a trespass worthy of-" the harsh whisper of the twink's voice was abruptly drowned out by Lev's coughing fit. "Ah, good, you're awake and breathing- I won't have to call the paramedics tonight due to someone's stupidity; come now, get it all out." The mysterious twink spoke, turning his back to the other man and helping Lev up from the table before pounding his back to help him cough. Through his coughs and watery eyes, Lev managed to get a good look at the stranger: fluffy and curly chestnut brown hair sprouted from behind the mask and between the horns, a pair of gorgeous smoky emerald eyes completely transfixed on Lev, plump well-kissed lips, a sharp cutting jaw and high angular cheekbones, moving down to a barely-there goatee, the other man had a toned chest and stomach, but an otherwise rather lithe and petite frame. Lev noted with some interest the golden barbells piercing the man's nipples, the golden chain choker wrapped around his neck, and the large intricate neon pink tattoo placed directly between his navel and the two sharp V lines leading, along with his treasure trail to his jockstrap-clad crotch. All this ogling hadn't gone unnoticed: either by the stranger or Lev's rapidly hardening cock, which to Lev's mortification was on full display. The stranger only laughed, a beautiful sound that Lev desperately wanted to hear more of, if the rapid reddening of his cheeks were anything to go by. "Don't worry love, it's alright, it's a perfectly natural reaction to seeing such a pretty package." The Ram purred in Lev's ear, helping neither his flush nor his cock. Lev moved to open his swollen lips in reply, but the Ram simply lifted a finger to the Lamb's lips and let out a gentle shhh. "Your throat's been severely roughed up little lamb, and you've been out a while, I'd suggest resting it well for the moment: I've ordered you a hot toddy to help with the pain, and I sincerely apologize for what that oaf did to you." Now that he mentioned it, Lev's throat was almost as on fire as his cheeks, it was only the sound of the Oaf in question getting on his hands and knees before them that managed to break whatever spell the Lamb and the Ram had going on between them. Lev now vaguely recalled what had been going on before his sudden lapse in consciousness. The Panther, now unmasked (Lev noticed the shattered porcelain mask on the floor in the corner.) was looking at Ram with teary eyes and a swollen cheek. "Please, please don't do this D, I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't realize who it was till it was already too late! I'll do anything! Anything you want, it's yours! Just don't tell HIM, don't do this to me!" The Panther was sobbing, in hysterics. That baritone voice definitely didn't suit groveling in fear, and Lev wondered in amazement just what kind of power this twink had to turn such a bold and confident man into a blubbering mess, let alone physically harm him with no attempted retaliation. "Oh please, Andre, save us both the mess and quit your waterworks, you did the crime, and you'll do the time- besides I'm not even the one you need to be groveling too, I'm not the one you nearly killed with your idiocy!" Ram scoffed, turning to fully face Lev now. "What do you think, little lamb? You're the one who was harmed, should we let him off, or should he be punished? Nod yes for punishment or no otherwise." the Ram's smooth voice mockingly sang as intense emerald eyes only briefly left Lev's sapphire blue to look down at the Panther- no Andre. Lev contemplated shaking his head no, he truly did, but the prospect of punishment had intrigued Lev and he desperately wanted to sate his curiosity: so while looking Andre in those red-rimmed amber eyes Lev tentatively nodded his head yes. "Good boy, that's what I thought you'd say!" The Ram spoke, smugly and with an evil glint in those viridian eyes. Andre seemed too stunned to speak. "Now Andre, if you're a good little boy and do exactly as I say, I may be persuaded to keep you out of the whorehouse yet!" The Ram spoke as he bent down to whisper the last part into Andre's ear, before leaning over and giving Andre's massive ass a harsh slap. "Do listen carefully Andre, I know you're bad at it, but this is terribly important you see- I've got to go grab our sheepy friend here, his hot toddy, and he's got a rather large problem here..." Lev shuddered as the Ram's soft fingers ghosted over his cock in a way that made it absolutely throb with need. "Make sure lamb-kins here is well satisfied by the time I get back, in oh, 5 minutes or so. Or else." The Ram winked as he gracefully strutted out the door with a shit eating grin, the loud music and pulsing lights of the club briefly breaking the silence. Both Andre and Lev were left stunned by the order, but Lev's cock throbbed all the same. "I suppose you'd best get to work if you don't want to piss him off anymore Andre." Lev croaked out as he grabbed hold of his aching cock, an apologetic look at Andre, who's stunned face quickly set to determination and those smoky amber eyes once again locked with Lev's baby blues. Without another word Andre used his powerful arms to push Lev back into the table, understanding Lev leaned against the table as his cock jutted out into the air, and almost immediately Andre was on it. Warm wet lips quickly wrapped themselves around the head of his cock, a flicking tongue soon darted out to lathe attention onto its throbbing crown, forcing ungodly sounds from Lev's throat- all while never breaking that intense gaze. Soon Andre had left behind his worship of the crown in favor of taking it as deep as possible, Lev felt the tight wet walls of Andre's throat close around his member and right as his face met his hilt, Andre went all out as he began to hum around Lev's cock. It was all so intense and overwhelming, that Lev nearly came right then and there, but as the all out worship of his cock continued, no matter how hard Andre tried Lev simply wouldn’t cum, nothing could get him to crest that wonderful ridge into orgasmic bliss. It was honestly infuriating- Andre’s throat was so blissfully tight and wet, and his tongue was incredibly skilled… so why couldn’t he he just fucking cum! He could see that steely look in Andre’s eyes begin to falter as time went on… it finally dawned on Lev just how truly and genuinely terrified the beautiful man between his legs was of that twink, and made it all the more frustrating that no matter how Andre worked his tongue and throat, it just wasn’t happening. “Fuck… Andre… it's not enough… it’s not fucking enough…” Lev managed to choke out between pants and tears of frustration. A wet pop rang through the air as Lev’s fat cock was cruelly exposed to the air- Andre having pulled back from his ministrations. “Look kid- tell me what I need to do to get this fat white cock off! You don’t understand what i’m gonna fucking loose if Horns comes back and you’re not nutting!” Andre fixed him with a stern glare from those amber eyes, his voice gravelly and even more appealing after having his throat worked over. “I… don’t know… usually I can jack off just fine! But, no one's ever actually… y’know…” Lev was immensely grateful for the porcelain mask, otherwise his beat-red blush would be plain to see. “Shit… I’m so fucked.” Andre sighed, a look of defeated acceptance crossing his face and settling on his lips. The Ram was right; pouting really didn’t suit those pretty swollen lips. “Oh Andre… the penny’s finally dropped has it?” They both started at the smooth, teasing voice. Lev quickly looked up to see the Ram standing directly behind Andre- drink tray in hand. When had he even come in!? Lev couldn’t help it when his eyes took in the Ram: he was fully nude save for the mask now, and he was surprised to lay his eyes on a perfectly plump pussy sitting squarely between the mysterious man's legs; a thick two or three inch cock sat perfectly nestled among well kept pubes. Lev couldn’t help but lick his lips as he watched it throb- his cock embarrassingly hard at the sight. “Here ya go Lamb-kins, drink up- and there’s a cough drop to keep that tongue of yours busy after you're done.” The Ram handed over the tray with a wink and a blown kiss before turning those intense verdant eyes to the big man sitting between them. “Well, well, well Andre- whatever am I going to do with you?” The smirk crossing the Ram’s lips was absolutely predatory, Lev almost felt sorry for the big guy… almost. He instead took a sip of the drink, and by God almighty did it feel amazing on his raw throat. “Plea…” Andre attempted to speak up, until a harsh resounding smack rang across the room as the back of the Ram’s hand graced Andre’s other cheek. Ouch, Lev cringed in sympathy. “If you have any sense of self-preservation Andre, you’ll shut your mouth and open your ears because I will only be saying this once.” The Ram spoke with an authority that left no room for dissent. “Nod your head once if you understand.” Andre nodded his head while still gingerly holding his stinging cheek. “You’re very fortunate that I’m in a forgiving mood today- and more to the point, that I still have a use for you. So I’m going to give you the chance to make up for your mistake; here’s the deal. You’re going to set that pretty ass of yours on the couch, and hoist those thick legs of yours right over your head by the ankles. I’m going to tie up those ankles & wrists of yours- and then we’re going to give our little lamb-kins here a show he’ll never forget!” The Ram spoke with glee- it was clear there was some kind of history here, but Lev was in no place to pry. Andre quickly nodded and motioned to stand up. Lev understood got off the table and scooted to the side. The Ram and he watched intently as Andre complied with the demand. Sitting himself at the very center of the U-shaped booth. The Ram scooted the table back and to the right- freeing up the space, but completely blocking the already locked door. This was clearly a show he didn’t want disturbed. As the Ram finished his work, he slowly sauntered up to Andre- who reluctantly reached down and grabbed his ankles and pulled them up to his shoulders. It was frankly an amazing display of flexibility from such an enormous man. Lev noted curiously that the skin on the Ram’s left ass-cheek seemed to be scarred in some pattern he couldn’t quite make out in the twilight. The Ram stepped up onto the booth seat before reaching up onto the shelf above the booth, and procured a set of neon red paracord and a bottle of lube. He proceeded to tie Andre's massive legs to two perfectly spaced metal hooks in the wall, before deftly tying Andre’s wrists to each ankle; leaving the man's gloriously fat ass and thick, throbbing rod perfectly exposed, while leaving the huge man utterly helpless. It was certainly an image that was going to be burned into Lev’s memory and to his credit Andre met this new situation with steady eyes as he watched the Ram fasten him. “What’re you going to do to him?” Lev let the question hang in the air as he met Andre’s piercing gaze after another sip of his drink. The Ram shoving a piece of leather he’d been holding in his other hand into Andre’s mouth. After a closer look, Lev could make out that it was actually the Rams discarded jock-strap, amusingly enough. “Whatever you want me to Lamb-kins, you’re the one that made this happen.” The Ram spoke huskily as he turned to meet Lev’s gaze, those emerald eyes meeting beautifully deep sapphire. Lev’s cock throbbed, deciding for him long before his brain could ever hope to form words in reply. He pulled the cunted twink to him and captured the man’s lips. The kiss was fierce and fiery, a full-bodied affair as the Rams nude body rubbed against Lev’s fishnets and Lev’s aching cock slid between the Rams wet folds. Their hungry lip-lock only broke when Lev (very reluctantly thank-you-very-much) pulled back. “I think we ought to make him watch and wait before the show starts…” Lev breathed huskily into the Ram's ear, before taking the initiative and gingerly taking his ear lobe between his teeth (he always had been a biter), and moving his hands up the man's sides to brush his thumbs gently over those gold pierced nipples. “I knew you and I were going to get on like a house on fire...” The Ram shuddered as that infamous smirk returned to his lips; ones that Lev eagerly captured. They could vaguely hear the bound man groaning in the background.

I was in a neighboring city and needed to cum before driving home. Messaged several bottoms but nobody was ready. I clicked on one popular cumdump motels in Snifffies because there were several guys there and it was lit up as active. There was a public message that said "blindfolded anon bb bottom. door open as long as this message is posted".. The room number was there too. The profile posted had no pics and was off-line for over an hour. I was so horny and it wasn't too far so I went, figuring I could just leave if I wasn't into the guy. I go to the room and the bottom is getting fucked and two tops are waiting. Older guys is naked fucking and the other two are waiting with their dicks out, clothes on. Neither wanted to be touched. Older guy finishes and one of the tops moves in. I get a better look at the bottom, he's close to my age, fit and has a nice hairy ass. He's blindfolded, as advertised. The top that moves in had a big dick, probably about 8" and thick. He pushes straight in, one thrust, no lube in a way that probably wouldn't have felt good even if opened up and a bit cummy. This cause the bottom to yelp a bit and he speak, basically telling the top that his dick is dry and he needs lube, spit or cum on it. When this happens I immediately recognized the voice and take a closer look. Bottom is a close friend who I never knew had a slutty side. This makes my dick rock hard. The big dick top fucks him for a while before he finally releases and it's a big fucking load. I can see the grundle throbbing and when he pulls out I can see the cum leaking out a bit. The other guy moves in, average an unremarkable guy. He cums really fast - big dick top had barely gotten out of the room. He ask asks my friend how many loads and he says he lost count at 18. My turn, I'm so hard because I love a loaded hole and this is my friend who is pretty cute and there's no way I would have get to fuck him in the dynamics of our friendship. I'm also nervous. I can't speak and what if he lifts the blindfold.... I slide my cock in and he's pretty tight considering the day he's had. Once I'm in, his hole is just so slick and oozing cum. It's take my time because I want to savor fucking him and I build up a nice rhythm. Feel great for me and he's moaning in a good way. I felt like I was going to nut the whole time and was really trying to hold it back but after about 5 minutes I reached the point that I couldn't hold it back without stopping and even though I wanted to go longer it just felt to good to stop. I shot a really nice load in him, felt bigger and longer than normal. My balls were dripping cum and my bush was soaked. I zipped up and left covered in cum. As I was leaving the motel, another top was heading that way he was really unattractive and hit was kind of hot knowing that my friend was going to take this guys load. I ended up sitting in the car for about 45 minutes where I could see the room door. I decided to go back up and get another load out of me. Ugly guy was still fucking him but he stopped and gave me his ass. I was able to fuck longer this time and gave him another load.

Maybe tell him story about cum dump you fucked giving detail of time place, etc. Let him put it together and realized you fucked him

Hi! Sorry for the long wait between chapters. Writing is hard and motivation is scarce. Fortunately, I had a hot encounter with a big hot bear recently that gave me a spark of inspiration so here's Part 3 of 4 to the story of the Dirty Daddy and the Dumb Boy. Not gonna lie, this was rushed and not spellchecked! Forgive any typos or stuff that just doesn't make sense. I just wanted this get this out ASAP. ------- Part 3 My vision was getting blurry and the room seemed to be slightly spinning. I soldiered on, determined to finish this job and collect the money I needed. I was eager to get out of this dangerous situation as fast as I could. I’ve never drank this much before so the effects of the alcohol were new to me. I didn’t know my own limits and unfortunately I had unknowingly passed the line already. While trying to fight against my spaghetti legs I suddenly felt Papa’s hands grab both of my shoulders which helped me keep my balance. He took a hold of my body and pointed me towards the bed. “Sit down on my bed, boy. You look like you’re close to falling over. Take a load… off.” It seemed like he was being courteous but I didn’t see the evil glint in his eye that would’ve indicated otherwise. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I just drank a little more than I should’ve.” He led me to bed, rubbing my shoulders along the way until I plopped down. He stood in front of me, putting his hands back on my shoulders, his giant furry belly at eye level with me. Glancing down I saw his huge cock tenting in his underwear, with a wet spot right where the tip of this mushroom head was. The thought of wanting to see his cock flashed in my mind, and then I noticed my own arousal making my cock stir, this was wrong. Papa started rubbing the back of my neck and head, each rub pulling me slightly closer towards him almost as if he was subtly guiding me towards his crotch. The musk emanating from his crotch was very strong. The stench invading my nose served as a reminder of what was at stake if I didn’t take control of the situation. I tried to move my head back but his firm grip on the back of my head kept me from retreating. “Relax, boy. You’re so tense right now. Just let Papa make you feel good.” Suddenly, he pushed my face into his crotch, I could feel the heat from his tool and a strong throb. I was going to protest verbally but he worked my neck with his big strong hands and I melted into him, they felt so good. Between the liquor, the massage, his musk, and sexual tension of it all, I was completely lost. I surrendered myself to Papa and let him run his hands all over me. “Good boy. Your body feels so good and soft to touch.” I let out a small moan. “I’ve never had a massage before, this feels amazing.” He became more aggressive, rubbing me all over my neck, back, and chest. Every once in a while he would graze my crotch, making my dick jump from the sensation. With one hand Papa grabbed my neck and forced my head upwards, my eyes met his gaze. Something was different, he didn’t have the kind, caring eyes that he had beforehand. His look was more stern, his eyes demanded my attention. He leaned forward and his lips met mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, meeting mine in a passionate kiss. With each passing moment he became more aggressive while we made out. Every once in a while he would break our kiss to rub my pecs, lick my neck and ears, or grab my cock. After making out for about five minutes, Papa pulled away. He took his underwear off and then tugged mine off. He began to slowly stroke my cock. My dick was harder than it had ever been before, leaking a bead of precum. “Your lips are so soft, I bet they’d feel amazing on my cock.” His fat cock looked and smelled delicious. Something about his nasty musk lured me in. His pheromones were doing their work on me… along with the liquor. I wanted it in my mouth but I still had some sense. “You have HIV. I can’t put your cock in my mouth, I don’t want to get infected.” Papa laughed. “Trust me boy, sucking on it is safe. It’s my cum that’s toxic anyways, no one’s ever gotten infected from just sucking on another man’s cock.” It sounded plausible enough to me and Papa seemed like such a nice guy, why would he lie? My mind was being tortured by the decision I had to make; Suck Papa’s dick or quickly make an exit. Flashes of the encounter I had with the older man I met while at college flashed through my head. The way he tried to seduce me, chickening out, and later having second thoughts about letting him have his way with me. While deliberating, Papa gave his fuck stick a couple of shakes and I watched thick bead of precum drip down and hit the floor. I thought to myself “Fuck it. As long as I'm just sucking him, it should be safe.” I opened my mouth and he took that as enough consent. He pulled into his musky crotch, his cock head slipped past my lips. I held onto his sides to find my balance, and began slurping his head, sucking it like a lollipop. "Mm, fuck boy—just like that," he says, the hard fleshy member throbbed as I sucked on it. I felt this fingertips massaging my head and subtly controlling my movements at the same time. He slowly pushed my head down into him, his dick sliding deeper into my mouth until he tickled my tonsils with his tip. "Good boy, that's a nice cocksucker! You’ve got a pussy mouth." "Thank you," I muttered, muffled by his member. I felt proud that I was doing such a good job sucking his dick, it was my first time and I was already getting compliments. I was eager to do a good job. I rolled my tongue around my cockhead for a second before slurping the shaft down, going all the way to the base of his 8 inch cock, and burying my nose into his fatpad. I immediately gagged. “Slow down, boy. Don’t kill yourself on my cock just yet. I like nice, slow head. That’s how my boys usually get me to blast my load down their throats, try it.” The idea of Papa blasting his load down my throat excited me but I knew it was dangerous. Sucking him was one thing, but letting him infect me with a viral load was different. I struggled against Papa’s firm grip on my head enough for his cock to slip out of my mouth. He looked disappointed. “Sorry Papa, I don’t mind sucking your cock but I don’t want you to cum in my mouth. You said it was toxic.” I was being assertive, finally taking control of the situation. Things had already progressed too far, I couldn’t believe the liquor messed with my mind and made me suck off his dirty daddy. “That’s why you have to swallow it all after I cum.” Papa said matter of factly. “Your stomach acid will do the rest of the work and kill the virus. Didn’t you learn that in school, boy? Now if I shot a hot load in your ass, that would be a different story. You’d definitely be in trouble.” Of course that’s how it works. How would I be so stupid? Papa’s logic made total sense to me. Sucking him off was fun and I didn’t really want to stop anyways. My only fear was getting infected by him shooting his load in my mouth but I didn’t have to worry about that if I just gulped it down. Papa moved closer to me, he grabbed the back of my head again and pushed his cock back into my mouth and I greedily sucked on it. "Fuck. That's good throat," Papa’s hips started to move in sync with his hands to gently fuck my face. "You’re doing a GREAT job, boy! You’re working that nut out of my sack.” "Thank you, Papa," I mumbled on his cock, trying not to gag. I looked up into his eyes and saw his face contort as he moaned and seethed in pleasure. His groans grew increasingly primal, grunting like an animal as he pushed his cock into my throat. I could feel it throb and expand as he got closer to orgasm. He was really into getting the motion of fucking my face. What started out as gentle and slow was becoming rough and frantic. Suddenly he pushed his cockhead past my tonsils, and touched the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to back up, but his hand on my head kept me steady as his cock started to throb and leak a ton of precum into my mouth. "I'm fucking cumming, boy! Here comes my toxic spunk, open that throat wide!" Suddenly I could feel his cock blast ropes of hot cum into the back of my throat. I made sure to swallow everything as fast as I could, it was difficult to do with Papa’s cock almost blocking my airway completely. "Fuuuuuck… fuuuuuck…" he groaned with each pump, his body convulsed while he thrust his dick into my mouth. It took a full minute for Papa to finish his orgasm. He withdrew from my mouth leaving a trial of slobber and cum from my lips to the tip of his cock. I made sure to swallow whatever was left in my mouth. “Whew boy, I needed that! Was that your first time sucking cock? You’re a natural.” He shook his cock at me, flicking a bit of cum into my face. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed at a loss for words, drunk and confused about what I just did. Papa walked around the bed and then laid down on it. He grabbed me and pulled into his bed with him. We laid side by side with his arm around my shoulder. He started stroking my cock while stroking his. I was amazed that he was still rock hard after cumming “I thought everyone went soft after an orgasm, how do you still have an erection?” Papa gave a slight chuckle. “I’m just always horny boy, as long as I’m turned on I can keep going. I can cum multiple times and the second load is always the biggest. ” He had impressive stamina for a man his age. He flashed a devilish smile at me. “You know… you made me feel really good with your mouth so maybe I can return the favor by making you feel really good too.” I was intrigued, everything he did to me so far felt amazing. “What did you have in mind?” “Flip over and lay on your stomach. Now.” I did as I was told. Papa sat up and climbed over me, straddling my legs between his while he knelt over me. I felt his cock slap my asscheek. “Just relax, boy. I’m going to take you to paradise.” I let out a sigh as he began kneading my back with his big, strong hands. At that point, I totally let go. My body was buzzing and I’m pretty sure I was drooling a little bit. In my drunken state I began to sink into the bed. I was starting to drift in and out of consciousness, not enough to black out but enough for my head to be enveloped in a hazy fog. Papa shifted around while massaging me and I felt his cockhead grinding against my crack, slowly parting my cheeks. “You ready for paradise, boy?” Papa asked. “Yes” I mumbled, unaware of what was about to take place next. “Good. Cuz you’re all mine now.” The predator caught his prey. Part 4 - The big finale will be out before the end of the year. (Hopefully).

I started quite late, I was already 22. The first few years, 3 or 4, I was obsessed by prudence and minimizing every possibile risk. Then, around 25 or 26, my boyfriend at the time convinced me to fuck him bareback. Man, it was like unlocking a whole new level. From that night, I have never used a condom again

I felt horny as hell, after every load. My first gang-bang was before the AIDS crisis, when I was in my early 20's, and when fucking bareback was just called "fucking". I used to take the bus from Montreal to New York and stay at the YMCA for a couple of days. The first day I was there I got fucked in the shower area by 3 guys. I was then in very good shape so it was difficult to get some sleep with so much attention I was getting.

If the guy has a hot ass, then I want my tongue in it as much as possible therefore, as little commercial lube as possible. Unless it's Crisco. I don't mind burying my face in a hole greased with Crisco.

Want to try finally a slam and then a Fist up my butt

went on a date with an older daddy, he drove me an hour out of town to a sketchy area with a run down sex toy store with video booths that are large enough to fit half a dozen men. He made me pull my shorts down to my knees, kneel and suck his cock while he played porn with the booth door open. Within a few minutes, I could hear men coming in and out to view me sucking his cock. I heard men commenting how sexy my ass looked and how my date should ejaculate in my mouth and make me swallow it all. Next thing I knew someone came over to fondle my ass, my genital and stuck his finger in my pussy. And someone else's hand started to fondle me as well. My date kept on shoving my head into his crotch so I couldn't raise my head to look how many men were in the booth. Some guy started to rub his cock on my butthole and I felt him spitting on pussy just before he pressed his hard cock really hard against my pussy to try to force it in while he was jacking off hard, and then I felt him ejaculating, warm cum hit pressed against my butthole and running down my balls. Some guy told him to move out of the way since he came already, and that dude just jammed his cock into my cum lubed butthole and plowed away. I so wanted to ask "are you clean?" But my date was too busy fucking my face and kept on pushing my head down. While I was getting used, I heard some guy brought his girlfriend over to have her watch, and she was shocked. I heard her commenting how gross it was seeing the semen running down my balls. My date was getting so excited, he began to moan loud as he started to ejaculate, and some dude rushed over to my face and blew his load right on my face and mouth as date was ejaculating. The guy plowing my pussy also started to ejaculate, and I so wanted to tell him to pull out, but I was chocking on my date's cock and swallowing his semen. I hope I didn't catch anything.

I am not sure how most feel but I like wearing a jock, or thong. Before chastity was popular the only way you could let people know your focus was on your pussy was to hide your dick. Jocks and thongs were/are an easy way to do that. I am not a big man height 5’5” so my package looks much larger than it is. I’m 7” but thick. Most guys see that and focus on my dick and nothing else. Unfortunately I am not a bottom that enjoys getting his dick sucked or played with.

With the Holidays here, now's the time to do something both unexpected - and pleasing - for someone else. It costs nothing to say something like Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or Happy New Year to someone you know (or don't), and it'll make both you and the other person feel a smidge better about everything. And then, head off to the tubs for the *real* celebrations !!!

When was I supposed to start the count? Proud POZ CUMDUMP for Men to BREED. Love Anonymous Men fucking my ass bareback and collecting Strangers Seed. I have had 1,000 of cocks BREED my ass. High School would be 50+ or more, but mostly with 2 guys. 1 friend had an older brother that was extremely overweight. He was tall but also large, over 350lbs and he wanted a turn. My friend said "Go ahead" to his brother and pointed to my ass. I was not asked by my friend or his brother if interested. It was just expected that I would accept. He laid on Top of me and humped my 120lbs body. I didn't see his cock and not sure if he got inside my ass. He did climaxed and when he got up there was a large puddle of jizz on my ass, not sure if he got inside. His brother had already shot his load inside my ass. I was fucked several times, just not sure how many cocks went inside my ass. College I found the Community College had a very active bathroom. It was also the time I discovered the Adult Arcade with gloryholes and found myself backing my ass up to a gloryhole with No idea who is on the other side. By 21, we'll over 300 loads pumped up my ass. I worked at our local bathhouse for 2 years.(1995 till 1997) Perks included FREE locker or room (if available) at ANY Club in the chain. No idea how many loads I took then. I worked every Sat and Sun nights 4pm-12 midnight and clocked out, prepped and ready for loads in 30 minutes. Dark room for Men to enter, BREED and leave. Sometimes kept the door open and a few Tops would invite more men to fuck and unload in me. Many guys were fussy about condoms, but once it was known that I didn't require a condom -- guys were constantly in groups of 3 or 4 at a time. When all 4 had unloaded and left, I opened the door and 2-3 minutes before the next guy walked in. There were a few 'special' guys I would spend some time, but most were Pump-N-Dump and leave. Then a couple of years down to Dallas (2 bathhouses) and once drove to Austin and then all the way down to Houston. I often stop overnight in Oklahoma City at the Cabana Hotel off I-44. Monthly road trips to Chicago for sex. I love getting fucked by all types of guys. Minimum load was 10. If I drove that far, I was gonna get fucked every chance I could find a hard cock. I likely had over 1000 loads before I moved (1999) to California for Porn. Taking loads in CA was not limited to Porn. He'll Sex on the beach and 3 bathhouses in San Diego. 11+ bathhouses or sex clubs in Los Angeles. Few trips to San Francisco, including one underground party where I fucked Dawson a couple times, but no Load. We went till about 4am. Palm Springs, Las Vegas, Seattle, Indianapolis and Tampa have all had Men that loaded my hole.

Feeling Festive. Happy Holidays Faggots! 🎄😘❤️

Well, maybe GaySanta couldn't get to you yet .... While most folks figure out that "regular" Santa isn't "real", all of us rawmen know that Bareback Santa is very real ... maybe there were just so many deserving cumdumps asking BB Santa for particularly depraved "presents", he hasn't been able to get to every deserving young man quite yet. After all, he's just one guy, trying to fulfill millions upon millions of lust-driven, filthy, wonderful requests.

Hey group, Scott here. I have been interested in being a cumdump for a long time now, but started really exploring it just the last few years. I consider myself a cumdump in training due to my lack of experience and limited load count. My annual load count has been less then 50 and my one night high was 12. My situation is that I live in mid Missouri. Im 130 miles from ST. louis and and equal 130 miles from Springfield and Columbia which are much smaller. It is very hard to get loads in my area. But this year I am vowing to lose the "in training" and become full on cumdump. I want to reach a minimum of 100 loads in 2026 and plan to share every step of the experience with you. I know that isnt much for most but a huge step for me in the area i live in. I will be blogging my progress on here every step of the way and I hope to get encouragement and advice from others on here. look for the journal starting next month

The guy I lost my virginity to decided I'd take it raw, I sucked him and he bent me over so he could rub his cock against me and about 10 seconds later his tip was inside me

Same here except for the deleted part. I have a small dick but I HATE HATE HATE being sucked or played with. I love it in chastity. I won’t get fucked without a cage on now. Prefer thong/jock/jockbriefs on too. But tops decide that except for the cage.

Soon, got delayed by the holiday.

Yesterday Christmas afternoon. This guy loves stretching my pussy out. He has a bench, and put a huge suction dildo on the bench, had me sit on it, then sat in front of me, put my legs over his so my feet aren't touching the floor and started rocking me back and forth at different speeds and then up and down for like a good hour, then stood up on the bench and face fucked me while I was rocking back and forth on the dildo, tells me I'm a good slut. then laid me on the bed and fucked me for a good half hour before cumming inside while my limp clit flopped around. This guy is a fuck machine. Says he will fuck me for 2 hours next time. I can't wait. My pussy was so stimulated hours after he fucked me yesterday.

My boy and I had a three-day weekend and decided to get away from our stifling apartment. We used our frequent flier miles to fly to South Beach for the weekend. He's been whoring out his asshole for a little over a year now, and has taken countless POZ loads. Sharing his sweet pussy with strangers really gets both of us off, especially when they may be POZ. We arrived at our hotel, checked in, unpacked, and showered. Before changing into our trunks, I ate his ass for a long while and lubed it up just in case anyone should want a piece of it. We hopped in the rental car and headed north to a gay beach I had read about online. There were other guys around, all clothed, shit, but lots of space between people sitting in the sand. We staked out our spot and raced to the water. As soon as we were waist deep, I kissed my boy all over, stuck my hands in his shorts, and started fingering his hole. After splashing around for a few minutes, we returned to our towel to relax. I suggested my boy hop out of his trunks and relube just in case the seawater had washed it out. He grinned wickedly. He reached into his bag and pulled out the lube, as well as a big dildo he likes to use to loosen his hole up before parties. Although I kept my shorts on, my cock was already hard and I knew there would be a wet spot seeping through the nylon as I began to ooze precum. With my boy on his back, fingering his hole and teasing it with the tip of the dildo, I kept an eye out for guys who might want in on this. After a few minutes, an older balding greek-looking guy with a furry chest and a bit of a belly hanging over his speedos approached. His jaw dropped. As he got closer, he slowed down. We're never picky about who gets their cock in my boy's hole, so my boy kept up the show. The guy stopped and pulled down his shorts enough to show a tiny cock with even tinier balls. He walked closer and knelt down. I reached for his dick, and I guess it freaked him out. As soon as I wrapped my hand around his dick, he came instantly. I scooped his load up in my hand as he snapped the waistband up over his pitiful little dick and ran away. Oh well. More free lube, the best kind. I pulled the dildo out of my boy's hole and slicked it up with the geek guy's cum and shoved it back it. My boy kept his show on as I worked my dick through my shorts. After what seemed like hours, a real hottie in long board shorts strolled into view. He was tanned with wavy brown hair and a bit of curly chest hair spread across his wide pecs. I though, damn, a fine body like that and he's hiding most of it with those long shorts! He slowed down as he passed by, smirked, and kept walking. Another one got away. By now, my dick was aching to cum. I slipped off my shorts, rolled my boy over onto his knees and started eating out his hole. As I was about to slide in, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our stud had returned. I repositioned myself to slide my cock into my boy's slobbering mouth. I leaned forward and spread my boy's asscheeks, inviting the handsome stranger to dive in. The stranger got down on his knees and spit onto his fingers, then inserting one then two in my boy's stretched hole. The stranger fumbled with the laces on his boardshorts until they were loose enough to pull his impressive uncut cock out. He pulled his fingers out of my boy's hole and spit again, lubing up his cock. He slid in slowly as my boy moaned on my dick. With each thrust, the stranger picked up his pace and with each thrust, the shorts fell lower and lower around his hips. I could now see his beautiful hairy balls slapping against my boy's slutty ass. The stranger hadn't spoken a word, and seemed to be having a good time. He slid all the way in and then paused. He looked up at me, his gorgeous green eyes filled with lust. He asked, with a sexy indeterminate European accent, “Are you certain you are okay with this? Can I give him my cum?” “Hell, yes!” I replied. By then the stranger's boardshorts were puddled around his knees. My boy was backing up now to meet each raw thrust. I saw a red cross on the stranger's right thigh. “Swiss?,” I asked. “Yes. And POZ.” Fuck yeah. That's what I like!!!! My boy pulled his velvety lips off of my cock and swung his head around to catch a glimpse of this sexy Swiss stud for the first time and began pleading, “Please give me your load. Please. Please.” The stranger didn't respond with a word, but picked up his pace, working his dick all the way in, then pulling almost all the way out, then slamming forward. Over and over and over. Finally, with beads of sweat running down his beautiful chest, he lunged forward and groaned. I knew he was planting a toxic load deep in my boy's raw vulnerable hole. I couldn't help from cumming instantly. My load landed all over my boy's face and in his gaping mouth as he fisted his own hardon, spurting his juice all over the towel beneath him. The stranger smiled and pulled up his shorts over his sticky still-hard cock, said “Thank you,” and simply walked away. I dove into my boy's sticky pussy, puffy and red from its abuse. I fingered out a bit of cum, lapped it up onto my tongue, spun my boy around, and kissed him, passing the stranger's POZ cum into his mouth. I was tempted to go back for more, but wanted to leave some to simmer up there, keeping him loose and slick for more action, just in case.

I had plans to see the Daddy bottom again. It was actually going to be yesterday morning but a certain someone messaged me immedietely after. So I rescheduled. Instead I agreed to meet the Daddy bottom in the evening. I was a little tired because it was a long day but god damn I've been wanting to fuck. Seeing the tatted daddy bear the other night I wanted to fuck him so bad and I know he knew. I held back but if I really tried I might have been able to. And on Sunday night I had a few potential bottoms who I was potentially going to see. But a certain event at a certain bar happened and it kinda took over the day and evening but that was fine. I was hard and horny as fuck. I drove to the bottom's place. I went inside and he greeted me. Damn he's such a sexy fucked. Nice red bushy beard. We went into his bedroom and I started to strip. He was already starting to kiss me when I stripped. He is an extremely passionate and sexy kisser. His profile and the way he speaks his so misleading. He gives off the impression of being a cum dump bottom wanting to wait on the bed on all fours and for you to impregnate him. But in reality he's a very affection and sensual man. We both got on the bed and continued to make out. My beard meeting his bushy beard was so fucking hot. I will never be able to express how hot it feels. He was kissing me and holding me and I was licking him a little bit. I actually made sure that when the pup side came out that it was more of an agressive and playful put then submissive pup. I grunted, groaned, and growled a bit while we made out and I explored his body. I sucked his nipples a little rough but not using touch. He was moaning and groaning while I was doing this. I was rock hard when we were making out and both playing with each other. He surprisingly wanted to keep making out out and keep the body contact going even though I was hard. I tried at one point to fuck him slightly but he kept kissing me and wanting body contact. I was enjoying this and loving this but my cock was leaking and I needed to fuck and breed. I turned him over and he was on his belly. I spit on my cock and and his hole and pushed my cock into him. I remembered what Daddy told me before hand "Take your time pup and use him good" I decided I was going to use him for a good while. It's what I wanted to do last time. I pushed in him slowly and let him sink onto my cock. He was moaning and groaning and I started to pull out completely and then push back in a little more. Fuck his hole felt so good. I decided to just pull out almost all the way and fuck him with only a portion of my cock in slower sensual strokes. This man's ass felt so good and my cock felt hard and horny inside him. I decied to try and take some pictures and a video but it was pretty dark so did not come out the best. I decided to stop messing around with that and actually fuck him. I pushed my cock all the way inside him and he gasped. I slowly started fucking and pumpling him while I was all the way inside him and started growling. I pulled out completely and slowly pushed my cock in again. I was having so much fun fucking his hole at a nice pace but now with deeper strokes. He got up on all fours at one point and this gave me a better angle. I continued fucking him and started to slam my cock in him. I was loving the sensuality of it but now i was ready to actually fuck and use his hole. I pulled out my cock all the way and slammed it in him. I hovered over him too and just repeadately pulled out completely and fucked him like this pulling in and out completely with hard and fast strokes. I was growling and grunting more. I started scratching his back a little bit and I pulled his ass cheeks apart to really fuck him. I shoved my dick all the way in him and started fucking him faster and stayed deeper in him as fucked him. I knew it was time to breed him. I just loved watching my cock go in and out of his hole and shouted and bred his hole. Fuck it was a huge load and I stayed in him making sure my load drained completely. I fucked him a bit more after until I pulled out. He was happy afterwards and he kissed me and lay next to me. We lay next to each other after and we just chatted and hung out for a bit. It was getting late though and i was getting a little tired. I started getting dressed and we had another hug and kiss goodbye. Definitely want to see this man more. He's a hot fucking man and great bottom and damn is he close. I went home and slept nice after having shot my load. Load Count: Loads Bred 1: Fucked and bred the hot furry daddy bottom. Until next time...

Don’t let your age take control of you. My sluttiest time just started when I was above 40 and now it just becomes better and better. I met 60+ men who were slutty bottoms as fuck and let me and others to use their holes.

I love to be top but when I am used by more and more tops it means such a freedom feeling. Then I feel the greatest freedom ever. Especially being ass up in the edge of a bench in a dark room.

I think my goal is always more loads than the previous year but I'll be paying particular attention to getting my hole looser than ever in 2026. I want a proper cunted hole.

I was at work on the 23rd and I was the only one there since everyone else took off for the holidays. Having the office to myself made it easy to look for someone to have fun with. I hopped on Grindr and Sniffies hoping to find something to do. After many flames and failed attempts I found an a older daddy I sucked before and he agreed to meet at the local Home Depot and meet in the bathroom. We both got there and it took a few minutes to let every clear out and I finally hopped in the stall with him and dropped to my knees. I stared sucking and stroking him and in just a few minutes he was busting in my mouth. I was hoping he would piss for me too but he said he was too nervous for that and left once it was over but he said he wants to meet again and that he would try to drink plenty of water next time so fingers crossed.

FUCK YES, Still the best lube. It's so messy but, HEY isn't that why we use it, to get totally messed up. It goes to another level when I can get my face into a hole filled with piss, cum & crisco. The hole becomes a loose & very sloppy, worth every minute of getting my face fucked by it.

The elevator opened on the 12th floor, and it was a short walk down the hall to Jack's apartment. I could feel my metal cock ring tighten around my quickly hardening cock. My pulse started racing an hour earlier when Jack messaged me to come over. He had a surprise for me. I never say no to one of Jack's surprises. They usually involve some hot, spun-out bottom that he's smoked out or slammed for the first time. That was Jack's specialty: finding an innocent young thing, usually from one of the nearby colleges. It didn't take me long to get ready. It was a Thursday night, and I didn't have to work until Monday. As soon as I had gotten home from work, I turned up the music and got a freshly bought eightball of Tina out of the safe. My dealer, Henry, always has the best shit. The crystals were usually large and chunky, well-made shit. I break a large, solid shard into smaller pieces and load the water bong before turning on the TV. Frozen on the screen is the face of a beautiful twink, eyes wide like saucers, cum dripping from the side of his mouth. This was an amateur gangbang that I filmed last month, and that boy was memorable. I'll have to get in his hole again soon. I hit play, and the camera pans to Kevin, a buddy of mine. Kevin's a tall, hot, lean, vers guy who loves partying. Kevin's jacking his big cock and eating the twink's pink hole between his spread legs. Kevin then takes his big hands and holds the boy's legs further apart, causing the boy to moan loudly. Kevin's eating that fresh hole like he's never going to eat boy hole ever again. It's so sloppy and wet. I get the torch, the 'click' signals the start of a fucking great evening. Those first few hits are always amazing. I like to let the smoke drift out slowly, in big, white, heavy clouds that you can't see through. My shoulders relax, my cock gets chubby, and my mind starts to go to all kinds of places. Usually involving a hot, smooth hole loaded with loads of cum. I get out of my clothes and lay out a few things for the night: my metal cock ring for my fat eight-inch cock, jeans, a white shirt, and my party bag. In the bag are a bottle of G, a loaded pipe, boner pills, a teener of Tina, and six points ready to go, with .5 of Tina already prepped in each. I take off my clothes and take a few hits before getting in the shower. My skin and body are tingling from Tina. That feeling is delicious, especially with the hot water splashing my body. You could say I'm a muscle daddy. I'm 6'1", somewhat hairy chest, arms, and thighs. I can already see some white hairs. It used to bug me, but the boys love it. And I get off on seeing the contrast between my rough, hairy arms and their smooth bodies. I've worked out my entire life, so I'm fit, but I don't make it my life. Athletic enough so I can fuck for days. I clean up with soap, but don't use anything fragrant. I love the smell of a man, especially a man in heat. It's fucking amazing, and my chem boys are intoxicated by the scent. Sometimes, they'll just lie next to me on the bed or couch for hours, smelling my pits, and making out. At the same time, we smoke each other out, while he rubs his cock against my leg, leaking precum. Before long, we’ve got our hands wrapped around each other's boners, jacking each other off, and edging each other the entire time. Sometimes, I'll just turn off the porn on the TV, and it's just us talking nasty and being connected to one another. Porn is fucking hot, but I love it when it's just me and the bottom, verbalizing everything twisted in our heads, turning each other on, between hits of the pipe. It never fails: I always get spun out bottom boys hard while talking nasty to them in this position. I'm drying off when I get Jack's text. "Dude, I have a surprise for you. Don't miss it! Bring whatever you want, but I've also got us well-covered. Can you admin tonight? I know how much that turns you on when it's a newbie!" Attached is a photo of a hot kid. He must be in his early twenties, fit, with a beautiful, smooth face, pretty dick-sucking lips, and a nice smile. He's sitting at the kitchen table with clothes on, a t-shirt, and a baseball hat, so he must have just gotten there. A can of Coke and an empty glass in front. That's usually Jack's signal that he's about to give a guy some G. Jack loves to share with me. We have the same tastes, and though we like to party hard, we keep each other in check and make sure we’re okay. There’s a time and place for everything, and like me, he loves a ritual, especially when it comes to partying. The fucking is just one part of the entire thing. We’re both generous, and we like to keep the bottom right on the edge. Pliable enough so they’ll want to do everything, but not totally out of their wits, unless it’s something they’ve agreed to in advance. There’s a small group of us who are good buddies: me, Jack, Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne. They usually end up at Kevin’s sooner or later. But usually, Kevin likes to start a little more low-key. Get the seduction going, working the bottom over so they’re twisted and ready for anything. I slide the cock ring on, get dressed, and put my party bag in a backpack. I hit the water bong 8 times in a row, finishing what’s in the bowl. The scene on the TV is a close-up of my big raw rock sliding in the boy’s cummy hole over and over again. Good times. I put the pipe away in the safe, turn off the TV, and hop in the car. It’s just a quick 20-minute drive over to Jack’s place, and I’m buzzing. The walk down Jack’s hallway is such a fucking turn on. My entire body knows this walk so well. My heart is beating so fast, and my cock is full-on chubby and tight in my jeans. I have a key to Jack’s place and go right in and lock the door behind me. The place is dark, with just a few night lights turned on. I turn right and, around the corner, see a light from the big screen TV in the living room. On the couch is the bottom boy, clearly in G heaven. The college boy’s still got his baseball hat on, but this time he’s got a loose tank top on, and is wearing short gym shorts with nothing on underneath. He must have shed his street clothes and changed into this outfit. From the side of his shorts, I can see some hair on his bush and a bit of his cock. He’s sitting in between Jack’s legs, head nodding, with Jack’s left hand holding the tank aside so he could play with the boy’s right nip. There’s porn on, some tweaked out looking guys that I don’t recognize. Must be a new amateur one from one of Jack’s many buddies on Telegram. Jack sees me, but the boy doesn’t. I stay to the side for a minute, watching. Jack takes each of the boy's legs and puts them over his own, so the boy's legs are spread-eagled. The short shorts show even a little more of what’s underneath. Jack then takes his right hand and glides it down the boy’s body, down the shorts. The boy moans a little, and Jack whispers in his ear, “You going to be a good boy for me, Drew?”Jack’s slowly jacking the boy’s cock with his left while his right hand is playing with his nips. “God, boy, you feel so good. You’re going to let your Uncle Jack do what he wants with you? I want you to feel really, really good. Especially for your first time partying. You’re going to want to do it with Uncle Jack and his buddies all the time.” While he’s saying this, I can see Drew grind his ass on Jack’s crotch. Jack’s hand roaming all over his body, but eventually lifting Drew’s tank top a bit so he can access both his nips with his both hands. I see Drew’s taught stomach and a small faint line of brown hair going down his torso to his crotch. “Drew, my good buddy, is here. I want you to meet him.” I step out of the shadow and say hello. “Hi, Drew. I’m glad to meet you. How’re you doing? Feeling good?” “Fuck, yeah, so good.” “I’m happy to hear that. I’m looking forward to spending the weekend with you. You don’t have anywhere to go, right?” “No, I told all my friends I’m going away for a few days.” “Good boy.” I look over to Jack, who’s smiling widely. Jack’s still fully clothed, with his button-down shirt open to show his chest and his big nips. I take my backpack off and set it aside. Jack sticks his tongue out and mouths, “fuck, this is going to be good.” I sit next to them on the couch, and Jack nods to me and looks at the coffee table drawer. This is his signal for me to get out the pipes and bag of Tina. “Drew, baby boy, sit here between us. I’m going to put on some other video, and my buddy is going to prepare a few things. We’re going to try something that I think you’ll like very much. Are you up for that?” “Yes, please.” Jack and I love a polite bottom boy. Drew scootches between us, and I scan his smooth legs—Drew’s pretty hairless, about 5'6”, maybe 135 lbs. I take a good look at his beautiful face and notice his red swollen lips. They must have been making out for the past hour. I could already feel the heat off Drew. I don’t know how much G Jack gave, but it was enough to get the night going for the hot boy. I turn to Drew and smile, and he looks at me and smiles back. I look at his brown eyes, then reach over and gently grab the back of his neck and bring him over for a sloppy make-out. I feel his tongue on mine as he gently moans. I reach over and push his shirt up again so I can play with his nip. As soon as I did that, Drew started to grind his ass on the couch. We’ve found his magic button. I bet his boy hole is already winking open and closed. Oh, this is going to be good. I pull back to let him breathe. “Let’s get you fucked up, boy. Sounds good to you?” “Mmmhmm.” I smile, and then I reach over to pull his shorts open, so I get a peek. Hmm, just a bit of hair around a beautiful cock. He’s semi-hard, which is probably because of the G. That’s okay, later I love getting a spun out boy on his back, shaving all his pubes off, while he’s strapped down, getting ready to get a slam. Drew smiles and says, “God, you guys are so hot. This is great.” “Oh, it’s about to get even better.” I reach down and get the stuff from the coffee table drawer. Drew’s watching what I’m doing closely. I put a clean pipe down on the coffee table, a torch, a bag of Tina, and some silicone lube. “Have you done this before?” “No, but I’ve been wanting to try.” “You hear that, Jack? Boy wants to try! Of course, Drew, we’re happy to oblige.” Jack finds the porn from the drive he can access from the TV, and hits play. It starts with a hot twink looking up, with a disembodied voice saying, “Ever take a man’s raw cock?” Jack then takes Drew’s left leg and once again puts it over his own leg. Drew loves smoking up his bottom boys while they’re straddling him. I take Drew’s right leg and put it over mine. He’s spread wide and flops back on the couch with a laugh. “Hey, Jack, let’s get this party started for real. I can’t wait to taste Drew’s hole"

Find a group of twinks that fuck and piss with me on a weekly basis. Fullrubber outfits would be the cherry on the top.

I will join you on the training journey. I can fist top already, but I still find I'm not quite as ready to be a fist bottom as I should be this far in to my sexual career and my level of sexual activity. Anyway, I'm having my PA upsized tomorrow and I've got at least 6 weeks of my dick being off-limits to heal. I thought it would be a good time to work on FF training, I thought these articles were good overviews, but basically it comes down to slowly and progressively stretching and training the muscle around your hole to stretch with greater ease, plus using that time to work on your mental abilities to relax that muscle. I have dildos and plugs, but as I read more of this article ([think before following links] https://toytorture.com/anal-fist-training-101/) the plugs that I have are the form factor they don't recommend for training. I looked at the recommended training toys, but I have NO IDEA what size to get. I'm sure it's Medium or greater, but I'm hesitant to pull the trigger. Then I thought to I go up to L or XL and use it just to stretch daily, not fully able to insert initially but holding it in for 10 minute intervals, going deeper as possible. That article, btw, was really the only thing I could find with any real guidance.

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Choking is extremely dangerous and can end lives faster than people realize. The reason it can feel so powerful is the darkness itself — giving up control, being pushed, letting someone see how far they can go. I presented myself as having almost no limits, and that signal mattered. He took it as “anything goes” and leaned into the push. What felt consuming in the moment also showed how thin the line really is. When desire, power, and ambiguity mix, the risk isn’t theoretical. Without hard limits, clear consent, and trust, that edge can swallow you.

Chapter 8- New Year, New Me Clearview University- North Campus. 05:44 MST. 20-Dec-20XX. REDACTED location. The SUV hummed steadily as it cut through the snow, tires whispering over packed ice. On the side was the emblem for BLACKWELL, Bio-Level Authority for Containment, Knowledge & Epidemiological Lockdown. It had been formed shortly after the Helixion Event claimed their entire team, Black Sigma, just 3 months prior. The windows were darkened, the interior lit only by the dull glow of the instrument panel bleeding in from the front. In the passenger seat, Tobias Vahn leaned back with one boot braced against the floor, a bag of hastily eaten fast food resting loosely between his knees, looking far too relaxed for a man headed into quarantine. Elias Kade sat beside him, rigid, arms folded, eyes fixed on the blurred white landscape sliding past the glass. He hadn’t spoken since they’d left the checkpoint. “So,” Tobias said finally, breaking the silence like he always did, casual and careless. “What’re your Christmas plans?” Elias’s head turned slowly. The look he gave him could have frozen the engine block. “Playing dumb now, are we? Didn’t your brother already tell you how thrilled I was opening the care package your mother sent?” Elias asked flatly. Tobias grinned. “Trevor? Oh yeah. He mentioned it all right.” He nudged Elias’s side lightly with his elbow. “Said Mom sent the onesies already. Red nose. Felt antlers. Just for the newest member of the family.” Elias looked away again. “Don’t you dare call me Rudolph.” That only made Tobias laugh. “Don’t even try to deny enjoying the tradition. I bet Trev already asked you to guide his sleigh.” Elias didn’t respond. He shifted in his seat, jaw tightening, and after a beat deliberately changed the subject. “Just… give me the rundown, Tex.” Tobias straightened a little, the humor draining just enough to let something professional surface. “All right… Reaper.” He tapped the tablet mounted to the seat in front of them, pulling up the case file. “Frat house. Phi Alpha Gamma.” Elias nodded, activating the turn signal and slowing down at their exit. Tobias snorted. “Jesus… what a name.” Elias looked over at him and let out a bored sigh looking at him. “What’s so funny now?” “Phi Alpha Gamma… FAG House? Really? Whatever… keep forgetting you never were part of the Greek system…” Elias rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the road. “Anyways… Seven residents,” Tobias continued. “All male. All enrolled. All failed to show for finals. Campus security did a welfare check after a few professors escalated.” The SUV passed under a streetlight. For a moment, Elias’s face was starkly illuminated—focused, alert. “Security found signs of a struggle,” Tobias said. “Furniture displaced. Decorations destroyed. No bodies. No sign of forced entry however.” “Local PD?” Elias asked. “Called in. Then immediately sent away once preliminary forensics came back.” Tobias scrolled. “Multiple biological residues found on site. Samples confirmed as bodily fluids. All samples tested positive for HIV-3, complete with the markers for human mutagen variants.” Elias closed his eyes briefly. Opened them again. “Quarantine?” “Full lockdown,” Tobias said. “BLACKWELL took jurisdiction. Media blackout in place. Anyone who came in contact tested, no positives in anyone.” The SUV slowed as they approached the perimeter. Flashing hazard lights reflected off the snowbanks ahead. Tobias glanced at Elias. “We were too late,” he added quietly. “Again.” Elias didn’t answer. He reached for his respirator, already slipping back into mission mode. The SUV rolled to a controlled stop just short of the cordon. Red and amber lights pulsed against the snow, painting the night in slow, warning colors. Beyond them, the frat house sat dark and ordinary, its porch light burned out, windows black. It looked abandoned in the way only places that shouldn’t be empty ever do. Tobias flicked the tablet fully toward Elias. “A’right,” he said, business now. “Names, faces, and what we know.” Elias leaned in, eyes tracking as Tobias scrolled. Each profile slid past with the same sterile formatting—photo, age, role in the house, medical notes. Normal kids. Normal histories. Nothing that justified a BLACKWELL response on its own. “Campus security went in first,” Tobias continued. “They thought it was booze, finals stress, maybe a prank gone wrong. Found overturned furniture, broken ornaments, the tree down. No blood. No bodies.” Elias’s gaze sharpened. “But I’m sure plenty of biologicals.” “Damn… looks like everywhere,” Tobias said. “Floors. Furniture. Basement stairs. Maintenance room.” He paused. “That’s when PD backed off and called us.” He tapped a file and brought up lab results. “Semen. Urine. Saliva.” Elias didn’t react outwardly, but his shoulders tightened. “Like I was saying, all samples were positive for HIV-3 and HMV…” Tobias added. “Extremely high viral load. Uniform markers.” Elias exhaled slowly through his nose. “That doesn’t happen by accident.” “No,” Tobias agreed. “Which is why the house is locked down. Quarantine radius established within the hour. Media blackout—‘carbon monoxide leak’ for now.” “And the missing?” Elias asked. “Seven residents,” Tobias said. “No confirmed sightings since the night before finals. Phones dead or abandoned on site. No exit footage. Nothing on traffic cams.” The SUV’s engine idled softly. Snow tapped against the roof like static. Tobias hesitated, then scrolled further. “One more thing.” Elias glanced up. “What.” “Frat vice president,” Tobias said. “Derek Vance.” He brought the file up and held it there. “Medical history includes a confirmed CCR5-Δ32 mutation.” Elias went very still. Tobias didn’t look at him as he continued. “Same mutation you have.” Silence stretched between them, thick and loaded. Elias nodded once. “Meaning resistance,” he said quietly. “Not immunity.” “Exactly,” Tobias replied. “Which means if he’s involved—” “—then maybe we have a chance at a new ally,” Elias finished. They both looked toward the house again. The lights ahead flickered as a generator kicked somewhere in the perimeter. The snow kept falling. The frat house remained dark. Whatever had happened inside it had selected its targets carefully. And it hadn’t finished speaking yet. — They suited up in silence. Respirators sealed with practiced ease, filters clicking into place with the soft, final sound of containment protocols engaging. Tobias adjusted the straps at Elias’s shoulder automatically, muscle memory from other sites like this—places where the air itself had become a liability. “Feels festive,” Tobias muttered, glancing at the snow piling against the curb. Elias didn’t answer. His eyes were on the house. Phi Alpha Gamma sat behind police tape and portable floodlights, its Greek letters still bolted proudly above the door. Someone had tried to decorate for Christmas. A string of lights drooped unevenly along the porch railing, half of them dark. One red bulb blinked intermittently, slow and tired, like a failing pulse. They crossed the threshold together. The front door stuck before giving way with a dull crack, wood warped by cold. Inside, the smell hit immediately even through the respirators—stale beer, the reek of cigar smoke, pine sap, old urine, something metallic beneath it all. The air felt wrong. Not thick, exactly. Just… used. Tobias swept his light across the living room. The Christmas tree lay on its side near the television, ornaments shattered across the floor like glittering debris. Tinsel clung to the couch cushions. One stocking hung torn from the mantle, its contents spilled and trampled. “No forced entry,” Tobias said quietly. “Whatever happened, it started inside.” Elias moved slowly, methodical. His gaze tracked details Tobias knew better than to ignore: drag marks in the carpet, smears on the arm of the couch already flagged with biohazard tape, a half-empty beer bottle knocked beneath the coffee table. The television was still on. Static hissed softly, filling the room with white noise. Tobias frowned and muted it. The sudden quiet felt heavier than the sound had. “Basement?” Elias asked. “Eventually,” Tobias said. “But let’s finish the main floor first.” They moved deeper into the house. The kitchen showed signs of interruption rather than chaos—chairs pushed back, a case of bottled beer stacked neatly near the counter as if someone had been in the middle of moving it. A faint trail of boot prints led toward the back hallway, then vanished. Elias stopped near the couch. “There,” he said. Tobias followed his line of sight. A single gift box sat on the center cushion, perfectly upright amid the mess. Red wrapping paper. A crisp silver bow. Untouched by the surrounding destruction. Two names were written on the tag in neat block letters. FOR TEX AND REAPER Neither of them moved for a moment. “Forensics couldn't have missed that,” Tobias said softly. “No,” Elias agreed. “That’s for us. Seems someone must have snuck in and left it for us.” The house creaked around them, settling in the cold. Somewhere deeper inside, a pipe knocked once and fell quiet. Elias stepped forward. “The Alpha wanted us to see this.” Elias stared at the box for a long moment before touching it. Protocol said to wait for a containment tech. Protocol also said do not interact with unknown media devices. But nothing about this scene had followed protocol so far, and the longer Elias looked at the box, the more certain he became that it wasn’t going anywhere on its own. Tobias shifted beside him. “You want me to call in a team and—” “No,” Elias said quietly. “If this is meant to be seen, it’s meant for us. I’m sure he wouldn’t leave us any clues on it.” He picked it up. The box was light. No ticking. No vibration. Inside, nestled in cheap green tissue paper, was a single black flash drive. No logos. Just plastic and metal, clean and deliberate. Elias’s jaw tightened. Picking it up and turning it around before finally seeing the small Korean anime girl etched on the case. “Of course,” Tobias muttered. “One of Pixel’s, I’m sure. Because who else would leave us such a clue?” They exchanged a glance. Then Elias walked to the television, inserted the drive into the side port, and stepped back. A single movie file was on the drive, and grabbing the remote, Elias selected it and hit play. The screen flickered. Static gave way to video. At first, it was hard to tell what they were seeing. The footage was shaky, handheld—someone laughing just out of frame. The camera swung wildly, catching glimpses of the frat house interior they were standing in now, but altered. Darker. Warmer. Lit by blinking red and green Christmas lights that were no longer there. Then the figures came into view. Tall. Inhumanly broad. Black, glossy skin reflecting the lights like polished stone. Horns curved from their heads in shapes that felt intentional—decorative, even. Several of them turned toward the camera at once. Each one waving at the screen. Their old team. Tobias inhaled sharply. “Jesus…” More figures moved into frame. Young men. Naked. Smiling. Elias’s stomach dropped as recognition set in—faces from the files he’d read in the SUV. Noah. Evan. Paul. Zach. Ty. Bran. All standing among the creatures as if they belonged there. All in advanced stages of being transformed. Every one of them looked altered in horrifying ways: posture too relaxed, expressions too vacant, eyes pure black. Horns starting to grow out of their heads, skin grey, teeth sharp and glistening. Their movements were uncoordinated but eager, like performers waiting for a cue. Except one. Derek Vance stepped into the center of the frame, pulling a chair behind him and slumping into it with a happy smile. He looked… unchanged. Mostly. Still human in shape. Still smiling the same easy, arrogant smile from his student ID photo. A cigar hung from his mouth, ember glowing as he took a slow drag but his pupils were blown open, with black veins creeping off around them. “Hey, Tex. Reaper,” Derek said cheerfully, waving at the camera. “Or would you prefer Toby and Elias? Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving.” Tobias froze. “He knows us. What a cocky little shit.” Derek laughed, smoke curling around his face. “Let me guess… Tex just said something cutting… Just so you both know, we already knew you both would be coming. We figured it’d be rude not to leave you something to open for Christmas. Don’t bother checking for anything of use on the box or drive… we made sure to hide our tracks.” He gestured behind him. The creatures shifted. The transformed frat brothers moved closer together. Someone off-camera began humming. The tune was unmistakable. Elias felt his blood go cold. The camera tilted, capturing a line of creatures standing behind each transforming frat guy. As if on cue, Derek walked over to who Eli guessed was Gravestone, the largest in the group, and quickly backed himself onto the massive cock with a groan, pulling out the cigar out of his mouth and locking lips with him before placing it in Gravestone’s mouth. Gravestone grinned at the camera and smacked Derek’s ass hard. For a brief moment they all stood there, and then it began. Each one of their former teammates took a turn, slamming their dick hard into their frat boy, as each frat boy began to individually moan in key each word to “We Wish You A Merry Christmas.” Tobias turned away instinctively, letting out a muttered curse, but Elias couldn’t. His eyes burned. His hands clenched at his sides. Right as they reached the final part of the song, they sang in unison. “We wish you a Merry Christmas…” The camera rotated again as the sound of growls and moans echoed out into the room, each man cumming on the floor or into a frat brother. The camera stopped moving and faced the one holding it. The Alpha. Larger than the others. Horns more elaborate. Its grin was wide, teeth gleaming. It lifted one clawed hand and waved slowly at the lens. The gesture was almost friendly. The video cut back to Derek, with his cigar back in his mouth. His eyes were fully black now. “And a Happy New Year, Elias. We’re coming for you soon.” “Fucking bastard,” Elias whispered, jaw clenched. “Our master wanted me to say we’re long gone,” he said pleasantly. “Too late again, buddy. But don’t worry though—he’s very excited to see you.” He leaned closer to the camera drawing on his cigar and blowing it at the camera, before blowing a kiss at it.. The screen went black. The house was silent again. Tobias swallowed hard. “Elias… what in the actual fuck…” Elias didn’t answer. He was staring at the dark screen, his reflection faintly visible in it. The Alpha hadn’t just escaped. It had planned this. And it knew exactly who was coming next. Like it had a fucking crystal ball or something. Silence held the room long after the television went dark. Elias was the first to move. He reached up and pulled off his respirator, dragging in a sharp breath that tasted like dust and disinfectant and something older underneath. Tobias followed suit more slowly, rubbing a hand over his face as if that might erase what they’d just seen. “That was some psy-ops level shit right there. Tell me you’re as fucking disgusted as I am,” Tobias said finally. “Please.” Elias shook his head once. “Too coherent. Too… personal. He’s playing with us now.” He crossed the room and knelt near the couch, careful not to touch anything. The gift box sat open where he’d left it, innocent now, like it had never held anything at all. Around them, the house felt suddenly smaller—walls closing in, shadows pressing closer. Elias tapped his comm. “BLACKWELL Command, this is Reaper,” he said. His voice was steady, even if the rest of him wasn’t. “We’ve confirmed contact with the Alpha. I repeat, confirmed. Evidence recovered includes direct communication, pre-recorded taunting, and proof of full conversion of all seven subjects.” A pause. Static crackled faintly. “Copy that, Reaper,” came the reply, clipped and controlled. “We were able to see it ourselves from your live feed. Upload all the data immediately. New orders are pending.” Tobias leaned against the wall, arms crossed tight over his chest. “They left it for us,” he said quietly. “Not just the video. The house. The scene. Like a god damn calling card.” “Yes,” Elias said. “And a warning.” His comm chimed again. “Reaper, listen carefully,” Command said. “Site status is now a Level 5 Quarantine. No recovery. No rescue. No pursuit beyond perimeter. You are to disengage and await further instruction.” Elias’s jaw tightened. “Disengage,” he repeated. “With respect, Command, the Alpha is mobile. It’s recruiting. It knows our identities.” “We’re aware,” Command said. “Which is why this just escalated to Level 5. BLACKWELL is assuming full jurisdiction. A joint task force is being assembled.” Tobias let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Another fucking task force. Great. Like the last one they got.” “Tex,” Elias said softly, without looking at him. Command continued. “Reaper, there’s another factor. Medical flagged something in the subject files you reviewed. Derek Vance.” Elias didn’t respond immediately. “Yes,” he said after a beat. “I saw it.” “The CCR5-Δ32 mutation,” Command confirmed. “Same as yours.” Tobias straightened. “Your point being?” “The guys in the lab here think it likely explains why he reacted differently,” Command went on. “Why he isn’t transformed just like you. That makes Derek a dangerous vector, Reaper. Or worse… a prototype for the Alpha.” The word hung heavy in the air. Elias closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, whatever shock he’d felt was locked down, buried under years of training. “So what are my orders?” he asked. Another pause. Longer this time. “You and Tex are to return to base immediately,” Command said. “Medical screening. Another round of antivirals. Full debrief. After that— you’ll be on immediate standby.” “Fucking lovely. There went our Christmas, Mom and Trev are going to be furious. Control, what about the Alpha?” Tobias demanded, leaning toward the comm like it might answer him directly. “The Alpha is now designated a global bio-threat,” Command replied. “Reaper?” “Yes.” “If it reaches out again… we’ll need to activate Omega protocols.” The channel went dead. Elias lowered his hand slowly. The house seemed to exhale around them, as if relieved the conversation was over. Tobias looked at him. Really looked at him. “They’re saying this is bigger than Helixion, aren’t they?” “Yes.” “And that thing—” Tobias swallowed. “It knows you.” Elias glanced once more at the dark television screen, imagining the Alpha’s grin, the casual wave. “It always did, remember?” he said, tapping his head in annoyance. He replaced his respirator and turned toward the door. “Come on,” Elias added. “We’re done here. Leave the rest to the clean up team.” They both removed their suits and tossed them into the biohazard bin, listening as it locked electronically. Behind them, the frat house remained quiet and empty—quarantined, condemned, and marked. Reaching into his pocket, Elias pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, exhaling in annoyance. Tex looked over at him and sighed, muttering something about how Trevor would be pissed if he caught him smoking again. Elias sighed, leaving a trail of smoke behind him, his mind fixated on one thing. He knew, without a doubt, somewhere beyond the cordon, the Alpha was already planning its next gift. — Derek kept his head down as he walked, the leather collar of his jacket turned up against the cold. Sunglasses hid his eyes from the bright glow of the snow, and anyone passing him would’ve clocked him as just another student cutting through the neighborhood—nothing remarkable, nothing worth remembering. The phone pressed warm against his ear. “Hey Ty. Tell the Alpha they found it,” he said casually, voice light. “Wrapped it up real neat. Whole place is crawling with suits now.” A pause. Then a low, pleased hum from the other end. “Yeah, Blackwell is moving in now,” Derek continued, slowing as he reached the end of the block. A government SUV idled at the corner, its lights dark, engine murmuring. “They’re packing up the scene as we speak. Quarantine tape, stern faces, lots of very serious words.” He smiled. Behind the lenses, his eyes were pitch black. Another pause. Derek nodded along, even though Ty couldn’t see it. “Mm-hm. Told you they would. Always so predictable. Anyways, tell our Master that I’m off to the next recruit.” He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. For a moment, he just stood there, breathing in the winter air, listening to the distant sounds of radios and engines and people who thought they were still in control. Derek pulled a cigar from his coat, bit the tip, and lit it. He drew deep, savoring the burn in his lungs, the familiar calm settling over him. Next year, he thought, amused. Next year will be even more fun. He adjusted his coat as he walked toward the waiting car, posture relaxed, unhurried. His cock was hard and digging into his hip as he walked. With a brief grope, he adjusted his now massive uncut cock and balls and kept walking, sucking harder on the cigar and enjoying the feeling of the nicotine flowing through his toxic veins. The phone buzzed in his pocket again. Derek pulled it out and glanced down at the screen as he exhaled a thick stream of smoke, opening the PigLoadr app on his phone. Cumlvr99: You close? I need your load in me so bad, dude. Been taking loads all night. He smiled as a picture of the guy’s ass loaded on the screen, gaping and dripping with white cum. He typed back without breaking stride. Daddysboi25: On my way now. Hope your ready for me to change your fucking life. He opened the car door, checking himself out in reflection, adjusting the black leather coat and aviator glasses, adjusting his wavy black hair and touching the newly-placed septum ring in his nose. Pulling out the cigar for a brief moment, he let out a large glob of spit into the snow, smiling at the ever so slightly grey tinge to it. “Fuck, I look so much hotter now,” he said, grinning at his reflection. Satisfied, Derek stepped inside, smoke curling after him as the door shut, smoke filling the cabin. “Time to go claim another victim.” The engine revved as he pulled away from the curb. And somewhere, deep beneath the city’s noise and lights, something ancient and satisfied watched the road stretch open ahead. —------------------------------------- That concludes this year’s Christmas Special. We hope you enjoyed this one-off event, as it was a lot of fun writing it. With that, Merry Christmas from the Master Pathogen team. We hope you all have a great holiday and look forward to continuing the main story in the new year! - leatherpunk16 and kspozcum

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Chapter 7 – Only Fucking himself Walt walked back into the room to find his younger brother playing with his hole. Ray was enjoying his high and didn’t even realize his brother had walked back into the room. Walt took advantage of this oversight and crawled between Ray’s legs. He waited for Ray to pull his fingers out momentarily. At seeing his opening, Walt lunged his head forward and his tongue made contact with the sloppy hole. Walt started licking at the load that was freshly deposited into his brother. Ray was in bottom heaven. He loved the feeling of being eaten out. Rimming was his new favorite sex act. He was flying high and was loving every moment of it. now that the embarrassment of his ex-best friend was over with, he could just enjoy the sexual adventure with his brother. He knew this experience was changing their relationship forever but he was too high to care about that. The important thing is that while it was just the two of them, he felt safe. Like he could do anything, anything at all and it would be ok because it was between him and his brother. He thought to himself – oh fuck, I must really be high to be thinking like this. When Walt finally came up for some air, his younger brother was all goo goo eyed. Walt looked down at his whore of a junkie brother. He knew now that he would do anything for more drugs. He looked at him for a moment with pity in his eyes. Oh how low Ray had gotten himself. He was almost ready to call the whole thing to an end out of pity when Ray opened his mouth again asking for more drugs. That pushed the pity party right out of his mind. W: you chem slut. You deserve everything you get. Z: I don’t deserve to be raped for drugs. W: Rape? Oh girl, you are a delusional one aren’t you? I’ve got a lesson for you. Come on. Walt grabbed a new pipe with a fat bowl. He lit up and melted the shards in the bulb. He blew out a giant cloud. He walked over to the bed and ordered his brother up. Walt then jumped into his bed and leaned up against the bedpost. He slouched just a little bit that his lower half of his body way away from the bedpost. He called his brother over. W: Come over here and get my hard dick wet? Get it ready for your hole. Ray crawled up to his lounging brother and waited for him to pass the pipe. Walt acknowledged this by taking another hit and again ordering Ray to suck his dick. As Ray bend down to take the dick in his mouth, Walt blew out a large cloud into Ray’s face. W: Well, I’m waiting for my new whore to suck my dick already? Don’t make me tell you again. Ray got to work sucking on his brother’s dick. Walt continued to take hits and blow the clouds in his brother’s face. When Walt finally called his brother off his dick and handed him the pipe, it had only a small puddle in it. It was good for only 1 good hit. Like a good addict, Ray hit the pipe without thinking about it. He handed the pipe back to his brother, and as if his wishes were answered, his brother pulled out a baggie and refilled the pipe. Walt melted the shard and took three back to back hits. On the fourth hit, he pulled his brother up for a shotgun. This turned into a mini make out session. Ray blew out the cloud that was given to him. He waited but Walt did not offer another one. He looked at his brother longingly. Walt wrinkled his face and with disgust in his voice, started talking. W: well, be a good little whore and sit on my dick. I want you to fuck yourself on my dick. Well go on. What are you waiting for, huh? Oh probably waiting for this. Walt pulled out a small shard and placed in on the tip of his dick. It sat nicely in the piss slit of the large helmet. As if worried the shard would blow away, Ray jumped up and sat right down on the large dick. He sank down all 8 inches and felt the familiar burn in the deep of his bowels. Walt got impatient and slapped Ray on the ass. This seemed to wake the straight boy from his trance. He started rocking back and forth, leaving the length of the dick inside of him. He picked up the rhythm and soon his ass was bouncing like 2 light brown globes impaled on a dark brown staff. W: Jerk yourself off while you ride me. I now you like having my big dick in your hole. Show me how much you love it. Ray began to jerk his still hard dick as he bounced. When Walt got bored of this position, he rotated the bottom around so he was riding reverse cowboy. Walt kept looking at his lighter skinned brother’s ass engulfing his dark brown dick. He felt the load being sucked out of his dick. Almost there, he spun his spun out brother around again. The sensation of the dick rotating inside of Ray sent him over the edge and he shot his load on his brother’s chest. Ray flexed his ass muscles and soon Walt was pushed to orgasm. He shot his big brother load deep inside his younger brother. Walt held his brother down on his still hard dick. He grinded upward into his brother who was recovering from his own orgasm. W: Remember, you love every moment, every inch of what you just did. And you did it all for drugs, for that next high. No one raped you. No one made you do anything. You are just a junkie whore who sucks and fucks for more shit. Own that. Be the best Tina whore you can possibly be. Here, you earned this. Walt threw him a small baggie with a eightball in it. W: you would have had more but you smoked up most of what you earned. And based on how fast you were smoking up my shit, you’ll be out pretty fast. Hit me up when you need your lungs and hole filled again. Bye little bro Ray slowly found his underwear and put them on. He found his other clothes and began dressing in shame. As he walked out of his brother’s place, he thought to himself, damn I am never doing that again. He gripped his baggie and was off to meet up with his girlfriend. He was still horny as fuck and needed to smoke out with her and fuck her to try and repair his sense of masculinity.

Chapter 9: Entertainment … and four men walked into the room. The first man was one who I recognized. David Johnson is a member of the Board of Directors of the company. The tall black man was an occasional visitor to the office. As always, his suit was impeccably pressed and perfectly tailored to his athletic frame. I had never actually spoken to him, but he had a reputation for his brilliant business sense (he had sold his first tech company five years ago when he was 24)… and for his ruthlessness when anyone got in his way. The next two men were strangers to me. One was short and stocky. He wore a suit as well but it was stretched He watched Calvin and I, both with our pants still pushed down, with barely concealed contempt. The third man was thin. His suit hung limply around him. His face was gaunt with the wasted look that every gay man recognized. If the stocky man looked at us with contempt, this man appeased us with what can only be described as hunger. The fourth man didn’t look familiar but there was something in the way that he looked at me that made me think he knew me somehow. He was about 40, his hair gray around the temples, and he had his suit jacket tossed over his shoulder. “Well…” Mr. Johnson said. “This is a pretty picture.” I felt Calvin scramble beneath me and try to pull his pants up. I took a step back. “Stay where you are!” We both stopped and Mr. Johnson nodded. “Dan has outdone himself this time.” We must have looked confused because a couple of the men began to laugh. “Oh yes.” Mr. Johnson said with a hint of a smile. “Dan and I go way back… we were kids together. We even became POZ around the same time. These days we have a little arrangement. I use my connections to make sure his company gets construction projects and he makes sure I get… let’s just say he makes sure I get entertained.” Mentally the pieces began falling in place. A construction foreman willing to take so many risks, doors left open for strangers to come in, cameras placed in this room… I had forgotten all about those cameras when I saw Calvin earlier. This room had been set up specifically to provide “entertainment” as Mr. Johnson called it. Had I not stumbled into it, someone else would have been steered here. Maybe that was how Calvin had ended up involved. “These gentlemen are… associates… of mine. We’ve had a busy morning and now it’s time to relax a bit. You are going to provide that relaxation. Do you understand.” “Yes, sir.” I replied. Calvin nodded. “Good. Get out of those clothes. Now.” The four men watched as Calvin and I quickly stripped down until we were standing naked in front of them. The four men were still fully dressed and watched us from their position near the door. “Turn around and bend over the sink counter.” Mr. Johnson ordered. “You are both very familiar with the position.” Calvin looked a little scared and glanced my way. i gave him a small reassuring nod and we turned around and bent over next to each other using the sink to support us. Our asses were raised and on display. The gaunt man moved first. He ran his hands appraisingly over me but then moved to Calvin. “I’ll start with this one.” His hands ran down Calvin’s back, then caressed his ass. His palm split my assistant’s crack then he easily pushed two fingers inside him. Calvin grunted at the invasion. The gaunt man turned and faced the others. “Nicely opened up.” He laughed. He pulled his fingers out and put them in front of Calvin’s face. “Open your mouth, boy.” Calvin obeyed and the gaunt man inserted the fingers, with traces of the two loads Calvin had taken, into his mouth. The fourth man was standing next to me now. He unzipped and pulled out his dick. Even though I didn’t recognize the man, I recognized the dick… this long but thin dick had fucked me on Wednesday. He bend over and whispered into my ear. “I’ve been wanting to drop another POZ load into your ass for two days, make sure my Gift takes.” I took his dick into my mouth without being asked and he quickly started to get hard. The gaunt man had removed his pants, saying something about not wanting to get cum all over them, and was rubbing his dick up and down Calvin’s crack. As always, I found myself appraising the dick: not quite 7 inches, reasonably thick, and cut. His hands were gripping Calvin’s hips, pulling him back slightly, positioning his cockhead at Calvin’s hole. Calvin’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. I doubt he had expected the day to go like this when he came to work this morning. The gaunt man pushed forward and sank his entire shaft deep into Calvin’s ass. I could see Calvin’s face clench in pain but the gaunt man let out a sigh of contentment. “Yeah, boy.” He said. “Grip that cock. Squeeze your pretty little hole for me.” He began thrusting vigorously. This seemed to get my man excited and he pulled out of my mouth and he walked behind me. I was not lubed, and hadn’t been fucked today, so it was a bit harder for him to slip into me this time. He was determined, however, and his narrow shaft was able to pry me open. I moaned as he worked in and out of my hole, pushing deeper and deeper. I could see Mr. Johnson still near the door. He was watching and rubbing his crotch. The bulge forming there was already… impressive. Meanwhile the stocky man had taken the place near my face. He pulled out his dick and pushed his uncut cock into my mouth. His shaft was short… maybe 4 1/2 inches or a bit less… but very thick. His dick head tasted salty like piss. I’ve never been into waterspouts, but I was so turned on I swirled my tongue around his head and under his foreskin to ensure I cleaned every drop. The gaunt man was pulling his dick entirely out of Calvin’s hole and then slamming the full length mercilessly back until his balls slapped against Calvin’s ass cheeks. The impact was enough to move Calvin’s entire body. Calvin’s mouth was open and a low moan of ecstasy escaped from somewhere deep inside him. I could see his dick was hard and red. He was close to blowing another load although his hands were on the counter to keep himself balanced. My own top was sawing in and out of my hole. “God.” He said. “Look at these two pussyboys! Two little whores taking any dick they get offered.” His hand slapped hard against my ass. “You like that boy? You love getting filled with cum don’t you.” I could only moan in response as the stocky man’s dick was filling my mouth. “Yeah. Just a cheap slut, aren’t you?” He glanced over at his neighbor and noticed Calvin’s hard dick. “Hey, Jim.” he said to the gaunt man. “Looks like your boy is loving your dick. He’s about to blow.” The gaunt man only grunted. The stocky man, however, pulled out of my mouth and moved over next to Calvin. He gave Calvin a little kiss on the lips, which Calvin returned, allowing the man’s tongue into his mouth. The stocky man then scrambled under Calvin and took his dick into his mouth. I could see Calvin tense up. The stocky man reached back and slid a thick finger in next to the gaunt man’s thrusting dick. Calvin’s eyes snapped open wide and his whole body shook. The stocky man’s throat began pulsing as my assistant lost control and shot his load into his mouth. At last his body sagged with release. The gaunt man grabbed his hips and held him in place. “I’m not done yet, bitch.” he continued to thrust fiercely in and out. Calvin was clearly feeling sensitive now, but didn’t complain and met each thrust. I could feel my own top, however, swelling inside me. “Ugh! Here comes a toxic load for you, you dirty slut.” As he had on our previous encounter, he pushed deep inside me and I felt his thin shaft convulse deep in my guts. “Oh, yeah, you motherfucker. Take my seed.” “Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cum.” My man took a moment to catch his breath then slid out, pulling a trail of his cum out to slide down my ballsack. He had barely stepped back when the stocky man took his place. While the dick was short, his girth was so much bigger than the previous one that he still had to struggle to stretch my rosebud enough to get inside. He was already hard and I knew he wouldn’t last long. The man who had just pulled out brought his dick to my mouth and I quickly took it into my mouth. A little cum was still dripping from the head and I lapped it up. He pushed into my throat and held it there although he was softening. The gaunt man was getting close now. His fingers were digging into Calvin’s hips. His face contorted as his thrusts became erratic. “I’m going to cum! cumming!” The man with his dick in my throat laughed. “Yeah! Fuck him up. Give him the bug! The fucking little slut wants it.” “Yes!” Calvin moaned. “Please give it to me. I want it! Give me part of you to keep forever!” “Take it, boy. Take it.” The gaunt man said. His voice barely a whisper. His thrusts began to slow. This was too much for my second top. The stocky man’s dick pushed a final time into my hole and I felt him pulse inside me. “Here is another positive load for you.” He came quickly and pulled out. My ass felt empty without his thick shaft inside me. I felt him push two fingers deep inside me, scooping up some of the cum. I turned and saw he also had a couple fingers on his other hand deep inside Calvin. Then he pulled out of both of us. He pushed the fingers with the cum from Calvin’s ass into mine and the cum from my ass into Calvin, working us both deep. “There you go. A little cum from each of us for both of you.” Mr. Johnson finally moved closer from his position by the door. “Ok. That’s that’s the warmup act done. Now it’s time for the main event."