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The video had a loud yell. "Ahhh take my cum bitch........I'm going to fill you with my charged seed", the top yelled "OHHHHHH yes cum in me make me pregnant please Daddy", the bottom guy yelled We both watched the last 30 seconds as the top came in the barely legal boy under him. The camera zoomed in as the top pulled out his huge cock. The hole gaping started to leak a lot of cum. The bottom was pushing out. It was hot. My cock was throbbing watching this. The video ended. I looked at the clock it was after 3am. "OMG it's late. I better get to bed. I have to wake up early go to class", I said standing up "Thank you for joining me tonight. I had a wonderful time. I hope you did too", he said in a questioning way "I did " I replied in a shy way looking down He walked and gave me a warm hug. "Thank you again", Rick said hugging me. His cock still turgid rubbing and leaking cum on my stomach, my cock was still a little hard leaking on his leg. His hands hugging my back worked their way down to my ass and held them softly. I hugged him with my hands lightly around his back. My faced in his chest area smelling his strong man scent and odor from his armpits. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it towards his pits as I breathed in. His scent was so manly and strong. My faced pushed into his pit and his musky scent now all over my nose and part of my face. My head got a little light headed and my cock started to get hard. "We better get going, we are leaking all over each other" Rick said laughingly as he looked down at me and brushed my cheek with his soft hand. He gave me a soft kiss on my lips. We parted and I went to my bedroom. My cock was still hard. I had cum on me from my cock and his. I hesitated but wiped it up with my finger and ate the cum both his and mine. I was still aroused and couldn't fall asleep. I started reflect on the night, watching the gay porn, seeing the bottom taking that huge cock up his ass, begging the top to cum in him, Rick's body, his cock, touching my perinium, his scent, the way he touch and manipulated my body it was all too much. I started to stroke my cock again. His scent was now on me. I licked his sweat off my upper lip it tasted salty. Only a few pumps in I started to shoot cum all over my stomach. Another intense orgasm. Instead of grabbing a towel or tissue, I scooped it up with my finger and ate all my cum. Rick was right, I shouldn't waste it. I fell fast asleep.

As I was so focused on his cock it was like watching things in slow motion. It landed everywhere including on me. I didn't realize his cock was kind of pointing in my direction and as I was so close it landed on my cheek, lips, chest, abdomen. He kept pumping and it kept discharging and shooting hot cum on me. I counted 9 spurts of cum shooting out. He kept stroking and cum just kept oozing out. I kept massaging his balls. His ass still pulsed around my finger. "Ohh yeah fuck. That was intense", Rick said still stroking his still hard cock. There was cum all over. The smell of cum and his manly scent covered the area. I inhaled deeply it smelled intense. Rick saw me and smiled. My cock was hard again. "You look so hot covered in all my cum. It smells good doesn't it. All this manly scent and cum." Rick said "Yeah it got all over me and yes I does small kind of good" I said looking at myself Without thinking my tongue instinctively reached out and licked his cum off my lips. "Good boy. Lick it all up. Never waste man cream." he said My tongue fiercely worked to get it off my lip, upper lip and under lip. Rick leaned over and started scoop it up with his fingers. He then again as usual placed it at my mouth. I hesitated just reminding myself about Rick having HIV. "Here boy slurp it up. I know you will like it. And you can catch it from eating cum", he said as he stuck his finger in my mouth. My mouth accepted and started to tongue, lick and suck his finger hungrily. "Yeah good boy, suck it all up. You like cum don't you" Rick said I sucked on his finger and tasted him. His cum tasted a little more salty than mine and was more viscous and thick. "Don't you boy" Rick said I nodded He fed me more cum all while I started to feel his other hand on my thigh rubbing it and getting into my inner thigh. I let out a soft moan. Without asking this time he started to lick up his cum off of me, again in my pubes working his way up my abdomen then chest, focusing on my nipples again. It felt so good, electricity went from my nipples to my cock which was rock hard now. He had licked up all the cum on my chest and nipples but teased them with his tongue and sucked on them. I let out a soft moan. He also nibble on my nipples with his teeth and softly pulled on them. Knowing my nipples are wired to my cock he really went at them using his teeth, tongue and mouth. My cock throbbed. He then placed his mouth over my aureola and sucked the entire area into his mouth and used his tongue to tease my nipple. I let out a louder moan and without thinking or knowing my legs opened up. "Oh God", I said and moaned He surprisingly left my nipples to my dismay and started licking his cum off my neck and licked and sucked my neck and soflty bit into it making me moan. He finished licking a part on my cheek I missed and gave my surprising peck on my lips. That caught me off guard. "You are so beautiful" he said looking in my eyes I blushed, "Thank you, that makes me feel nice" I said. He leaned forward again giving me a more softer holding intimate kiss. I didn't know what to do but just let him kiss me. His tongue teased my lips just slightly for a moment crossing my lips into my mouth. He pulled back his tongue and my head leaned forward as if my mouth wanted his tongue in it, kissing me more fully.

So I'm still working on my other story but his is a shorter little side project that became a brain worm I had to get out. This is likely only going to have three parts. Here is part 1. I Corrupted My Young Husband I stroked my cock as I watched the big hairy muscle bear fucking my boy in our sling. I glanced down at the computer which had the feeds from the two cameras and made sure they were capturing all the action including a close up of the man’s bare cock slamming in and out of my husband’s hole. It was just three years ago that I first met Joey, the straight jock that had enrolled in my Queer Studies class in the spring semester of his senior year. When the class were introducing themselves, he was horribly overcompensating and oversharing, he said he was only taking the class because he needed the last few credits from a humanities class to graduate and that with his schedule and being a varsity wrestler, this was the only class that fit his schedule. By the time he graduated, he had accepted my invite for coffee. I had learned over the semester that the main reason he had not considered himself gay was because he was not attracted to guys his age, nor was he attracted to flamboyant guys, but he had developed an infatuation with me, his professor that was thirty years older. He eventually expressed how he wanted to be in a monogamous relationship, to be devoted to another man, to have that man devoted to him, and to be safe from STI’s. After that meeting, it was two more weeks before I popped his anal cherry. He insisted that I wear a condom and I obliged. He was a hot little muscle stud that was also smart and fun to spend time with. A couple months later he moved in with me and we told each other how we would be exclusive and devoted to each other. What I had not shared with him was that my main sexual kink was that I was a voyeur. I loved nothing more than watching someone getting fucked and bred, live and in person in front of me. Before he moved in I would spend a few nights a month at a bath house in the big city watching guys get fucked. Joey was the most beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity that had ever hit on me. Every time I fucked him, safely with a condom of course, I was fantasizing about this hot stud getting gang-banged by random men, being a free use, no loads refused cum-dump. Now, here we were three years later, living out my fantasy and what also, with some subtle prodding, turned out to be his as well. I just had to nudge him along the path. The first three months, I fucked him occasionally, always wrapped up to ‘be safe’. He trusted me and after us both being monogamous for six months and getting tested together, he agreed that we could fuck bare, but he insisted we also both go on PrEP, ‘just in case’. I agreed. It felt so much better to be inside his young tight hole bare then wearing a rubber, and he agreed. I could tell he enjoyed feeling my bare cock in him and he loved when I came inside him. He would play with his cummy hole afterward as I sucked him off and swallowed his load. Of course this still was not satisfying my deepest desires, and the frequency of our fucking declined over the next few months. Having long repressed his desires, Joey wanted to be fucked constantly and I was not meeting his needs. We had several long heart to heart talks and we agreed that he could go outside our relationship to get that itch in his ass scratched, but we agreed to some conditions, one I insisted on and two he wanted. My condition, which he eagerly accepted was that I would always be present when he was hooking up with guys outside our relationship. This feed right into my voyeur kink. He insisted that I not fuck other guys, which I was fine with as I understood his jealously and his abandonment issues from his absent father. He also promised that anyone fucking him would wear a condom and that I was the only one that would fuck him bare. I humored him on this one, but let him know that I trusted the effectiveness of PrEP. I helped him find older tops that wanted a piece of his hot muscular jock ass. We did the search together and he saw that many tops lost interest when he texted them that he wanted them to wear a condom. Plus after getting fucked by a few tops that did wear condoms, he had admitted, that after getting fucked bare and bred by me, he preferred getting fucked without a condom and having a man’s load inside him. I shared with him the info on PrEP’s effectiveness and eventually he agreed to go ahead and get fucked bare by other neg guys on PrEP. Overtime I shared more info with him about how undetectable equaled untransmittable, and he allowed me to broaden the pool of guys that fucked him while I watched to include poz guys that were undetectable. I introduced him to poz breeding porn, at first just pointing it out to him, and telling him I came across it while doing research about if it was safe to have undetectable guys fuck him. I did notice that he would check it out when I he thought I wasn’t watching him. We had also expended our usual play sessions from him having one guy come over to fuck him, to hosting gangbangs. He really enjoyed being the focus of long pump and dump sessions with multiple guys breeding his hole. We would usually finish the night with mine being the final load that would get dumped in his well used sloppy hole. As the months went on and he kept taking more and more loads, he asked me what would happen if it turned out that PrEP failed and he ended up getting infected. He wanted to know if I would still love him and if I would still want him if that happened. We were talking about it after a day where he had taken at least eight loads. He was on his back as I fucked him. I looked down into his eyes as I started to thrust into him harder, “I’d still love you and I’d still want to watch you getting fucked by other guys. I’d take care of you and make sure stayed healthy. You’re my Boy and will be forever, regardless of your status.” Our schedules were busy so it was a couple weeks before I was able to arrange another pump and dump session for him. This one though I had a little surprise for him to see how he would react, it would be a little test to see if he was willing to go further. On Saturday I had eight guys lined up to come breed my boy as I watched and filmed some of it. I always left it up to the tops if they were okay with me filming or not. I told Joey that the last top of the day was rather concerned about his privacy, so it wouldn’t be filmed and the top also wanted Joey to wear a blindfold. Joey was fine with that, quite a few of the tops liked to fuck him while he was blindfolded, it added a little something extra for them. The day had gone like normal, five of the guys had let me turn the cameras on and record. When it was time for the last top of the day, I turned the cameras off, got the blindfold out and put it on my little hot muscle stud of a husband. I then helped him get into position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Then I went into the living room and fetched the waiting top. He was mid-forties, white guy, slightly balding, decent shape, but with a nice eight inch girthy cock. He looked at me and asked, “You sure you want me to do this? It might fuck with his head more than you think.” “I think I know how he will react and it will be fine, trust me. I know he wants it, but he just isn’t ready to admit to me or maybe even himself yet,” I answered. “Okay, you’re the one that has to live with him if he reacts poorly. If he freaks I’m out the door,” said the man who in our online chats had given his name as Ray. I led him into our playroom. “Damn, he’s even hotter than in the pics you posted,” said Ray as he saw my boy on the bed. “You ready to another load Boy,” he asked as he walked over to the bed, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock as he approached. I closed the door, shutting it a bit to hard so it made noise, “Sorry about that,” I said make sure my Boy still knew I was in the room with him and Ray. Ray didn’t take long to get hard, he stroked his cock with one hand while sticking a finger from his other hand into Joey’s cum filled hole. “Damn, that’s a sloppy hole you have there Boy,” he said as he stroked himself while finger Joey’s asshole. “Thank you, Sir,” purred Joey as he pushed his ass back against the stranger’s finger. “Please fuck me Sir and give me your load,” he begged. I watched Ray fuck my Boy for about ten minutes. I was so fucking turned on, I gently rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. Eventually Ray turned and looked at me, then gave the agreed upon que for when he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me and said, “Hey can I get a some water, I’m parched.” My Boy knew that I had bottles of water in the room in case any of the tops needed a drink. What he didn’t know is that this was a set up. After a brief pause, I replied, “Sorry man, the previous guy took the last one, I’ll go get one from the kitchen.” Ray responded with a grunt of acknowledgment for the Boy’s benefit as he smirked at me. I went to the door and did my best to make as much noise opening it and then closing it as I could. A couple of seconds after I closed the door, but hadn’t actually left the room, Ray shoved Joey down onto the bed and lay on top of him as he continued to fuck him with his thick cock. The stranger brought his head down and whispered in my Boy’s ear, “Damn Boy, it’s a shame you are on PrEP cause I’ve been off my meds for a few months and I have a high viral load. You are one hot cum dump and I’d love to gift you and infect that hot ass of yours.” I don’t know who was more anxious for how Joey would respond, Ray or me. Joey didn’t say anything he just moaned and started thrusting his ass back up to meet Ray’s fucking. “Shit Boy, you are milking my cock like you want that toxic load. You want it don’t you, you want to me infect you? Don’t you?” asked Ray as he started thrusting harder, he was no longer whispering, but as far as Joey knew, they were alone in the room. Joey was moaning like crazy and being more active than he had with any of the previous guys today, thrusting back against Ray and grinding his crotch against the bed as Ray fucked him. “You want this toxic load Boy? You want it in your ass or should I pull out and shoot on your back?” asked Ray as he was getting close to cumming. Joey made a whining moan noise I’d never heard before. Ray was fucking my husband really hard now and Joey was clearing enjoying it. “That’s not good enough Boy, I’m going to pull out and waste this high viral load on your back unless you ask for it.” I knew Joey well enough that I recognized that he was cumming as he yelled out, “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, infect, poz me, breed me.” “Fuck yeah Boy,” said Ray as he reached his own organism from the combination of the dirty poz talk and Joey’s ass clenching his cock as the young muscle shot his own load onto the rubber playsheet covering the bed. I waited a couple seconds before opening the door and pretending to enter the room. “Oh damn, it looks like the missed the climax, but here’s your water,” I said trying my best to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of shooting my own load into my shorts from having watched that all unfold. “Thanks man,” said Ray as he kept up the act. He pulled his spent cock out of Joey and lifted up off the bed. He stood over Joey and slapped his ass, “Good thing you aren’t a girl cause if you were my potent load would definitely knock you up.” Joey did his best to act like this had just been another of the pump and dump encounters, “Thank you for giving my your load Sir.” “Your welcome Boy, I’m just bummed it’s only my load I’m giving you,” replied Ray as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave the room. On his way out, he leaned into me and whispered, “You have to call me if ever wants this for real, I’ll gladly take a med holiday to knock him up.” “Thank you for coming,” I said loudly as I nodded at Ray and gave him a thumbs up. Ray left the room and headed out of the house as I quickly pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of Joey who was still laying on the bed in a state of bliss after his organism. “He was a hot fucker,” I said as I slid my cock into Joey’s cum filled ass. It wasn’t going to take me long to add my own load. “You’ve been taking your PrEP right?” asked Joey, trying to disguise the sudden panic in his voice as he thought I was sliding my bare cock into his hole which had just received a toxic load.

Chapter 1 12 men were sitting around each other in a stale grey room. The youngest looked about 18; the oldest, no more than 30, maybe 35. A judgmental man might've called them twinks. A big banner was hanging up in the corner of the room: WELCOME BACK FORMER BUGCHASERS A few men had already spoken, talking about how much easier it was to resist "the temptation". One man had made the mistake of saying the word "poz". The leader of the group interjected: "As you know, we try not to use that word. There's nothing positive about a life-threatening condition. We just say "bug". Because that's what it is—a virus that infects not just our bodies but our brains." His words seemed to have the opposite effect. The youngest man rose to give his speech. "I know I'm new here... My name is Mason. I'm 19, and I've been a bugchaser for... a month... "I don't know where it came from. I've always been a slut; I hit the bathhouses as soon as it was legal and tried to take every dick I could see. I managed to take every load in the entire house, once, on a slow weekday. I was proud of that. "I went on a weekend once. A man leered at me as soon as I got in the locker room to change. He was buck naked. God, when I think about him... he must've been 6'3", sheer muscle, hairy as Bigfoot. He had big feet, too, which..." Mason trailed off with a shiver. His speech had caused a lot of the men sitting there to switch their legs uncomfortably. The group leader said, "try not to give too much detail. We don't want to get riled up. We're here for the opposite purpose." "Sorry! Anyway, he stared at me the whole time. Once I was naked, he introduced himself and invited me to his room. Just like that! I said yes right away. We walked up to the third floor—he had some pretty wild porn on the screen and a red gel cap over the light. I felt like a prostitute! He offered me some poppers and a little beer, and of course I accepted. I probably shouldn't have trusted him, but oh well... "He started, um... touching himself. He asked if I would help him with my mouth. I said yes. When he lowered me down I saw this weird tatoo on his abs... like a radiation symbol or something. It was hot—I like dangerous guys, and this one made him look dangerous. I took the whole thing on the first go, even though he was huge—and THICK. Sorry! Sorry, forgot the thing you said about details. He lasted, like... 15 minutes and then he just said, 'I'm going to come in a few seconds. Just so you know, I have AIDS. Is that cool with you? You willing to take an AIDS load, boy?' I freaked out! Of course I wasn't. I felt lied to, like I'd been trapped. I double-tapped and he let my head up. He stroked his cock until he finished on his chest. Um... I know you'll probably judge me, but..." "It's okay," said the group leader. "You can say it. This is a judgment-free zone." "When I saw how big his load was... how it covered so much of his huge torso... I wanted to lick it up anyway. Despite the risks. Oh, I feel so dirty when I think about that..." "No, it's natural. You have a condition. We all do. But we're all HIV-negative. Some of us have been tempted for 15 years!" "Okay, good... I can really make it fifteen years?" "You can make it all your long, long life. There's safe ways to have sex!" "Yeah... safe... right." Everyone left; meeting adjourned. They grabbed cookies or bottles of water or whatever on their way out and left. Mason had repressed that memory for 4 straight weeks. He'd managed not to think about it; to avoid remembering the details that made him feel like his whole body was burning up. But now that he'd told them, saw how some of them even got hard when he mentioned the man who was going to breed him, he couldn't stop thinking. For 6 hours after he got back to his apartment he tried to cope, but by the third time he'd cum thinking about saying "yes" to that dangerous man, he felt the last ounce of willpower leave him. He was at the saunas within twenty minutes. He paid the fee, got a bottle of poppers, and began changing. He kept looking over his shoulder to see if the man would show up in the locker room, but he didn't. "That's alright," he said to himself. He was fine—no, better off sleeping with someone else. Someone safe. He decided to walk around, make small talk with the others, see if he could find a connection. The other man's figure possessed his imagination. Finally, he just went up to the room where that awful man had almost given him AIDS, just to see if he was... safe from him. The door was open a crack. The same man from last month was inside with a new, younger-looking boy bouncing his hips up against the other man's cock. "Happy birthday, baby," said the man. "Ungh, thank you..." "I'm gonna cum soon," he said. "But just so you know, I have AIDS. You cool with that? You cool with taking a raw AIDS load? "AH! No!!! Oh god, why did I come here? I just turned 18 this morning!!!!" Mason wondered if this was something he did often and felt a pang of jealousy. The other boy pulled himself off and, again, the older man finished himself onto his own chest with a sigh. The image of ropes and ropes of vile, disease-ridden cum pooling on the older man's chest that had been playing in his mind for a month straight was right in front of him, past the crack in the door. The 18-year old cried and ran out of the room, exposing the voyeur in the doorframe. "I remember you," the older man said. Mason tried to think of something to say. He didn't. He closed the door behind him, knelt down, and began licking the massive load off the older man's body. He felt sparks crackling in his brain as the smell of sex and sweat wafted up through his nose. He reached back toward the older man's dick and felt it grow to its full, monstrous size. "This time," said the older man, "you don't get to run." Mason kissed the biohazard tattoo on his waist deep. "You better not let me," he said, as the older man beckoned him onto all fours on the floor.

Dan is out of town for a business trip looking for some relief. Sitting at a hotel bar, he saw a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan doesn’t usually meet anonymous profiles, but he has two weeks of pent-up tension, so he’s at the point that he just wants to get off. He has submissive tendencies but has never played with anyone who is a Dom, let alone a much younger Dom. He got the address and got himself cleaned up, then headed out. The hotel was a ten-minute cab ride away, a sleek, nondescript tower near the convention center. He paid in cash, a habit leftover from his divorce. The elevator smelled like bleach and something floral, the kind of scent designed to mask deeper stains. His reflection in the mirrored walls looked back at him: salt-and-pepper stubble, the faintest hint of crow's feet. Still fit, but not like he was at thirty. Dan, a middle-aged man in his 40s, was away on a business trip and looking for a way to relieve the stress of the past two weeks. Though not as "ripped" as he was during his college athlete days, he still maintained a nice build. While sitting at a hotel bar, he noticed a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan didn't usually meet anonymous profiles, but the built-up tension was significant enough that he just wanted to get off. Though he had submissive tendencies, he had never played with a Dom, especially one who was much younger. After getting the address, he cleaned himself up and headed out. Room 1417. The keycard was on the back of the "do not disturb" sign, as he was told. It slipped in his damp palm on the first try. The second time, the light blinked green. Inside, the curtains were drawn. A single lamp cast long shadows across the bedspread, its synthetic fibers unnaturally smooth under his fingertips. His pulse hammered in his throat. The instructions had been clear: Strip. Blindfold. Kneel. Wait. Simple, except for the way his hands shook as he unbuckled his belt. The leather hissed through the loops. He folded his clothes, a pointless gesture, but the ritual calmed him. The blindfold was on the floor, black silk with an adjustable strap. It smelled faintly of cedar. He inhaled, exhaled, then pulled it over his eyes. The darkness was immediate, total. "Sir," he said, then cleared his throat. "I'm ready." Silence. Then soft footsteps. Not dress shoes. Sneakers, maybe. Dan held himself perfectly still. A scent that was vaguely familiar, something citrusy. Grapefruit, or bergamot. Fingers brushed his collarbone. Dan jerked, then forced himself to relax. The touch trailed lower, pausing over his sternum. A thumb pressed into the hollow of his throat. "Good," said a voice. Young, but not as young as he'd expected. Husky. "You follow directions." Dan's mouth went dry. He nodded. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he thought it must be his nerves and dismissed the thought. The thumb pressed harder. "Use your words." "Yes," Dan managed. "Sir." “Crawl forward until I tell you to stop.” The hand withdrew. He began crawling. His soft, hung cock swung between his legs. “Stop. Turn to your right, but extend your arm out until you feel the bed, then keep your hand on the bed.” Dan followed the instructions. "Now," said the voice, closer now, warm breath ghosting over Dan's ear. "Let's see if you can keep that up, but first, open your mouth." The young man gave him a pill to take and offered him some cold Gatorade. “Relax.” Dan took a few seconds to calm himself. This had already gone beyond the level of kink he had experienced before. “Are you ready?” the young man asked. Dan nodded. Dan felt the first slap before he heard it, a sharp crack against his left cheek, the sting radiating outward in slow waves. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, knees grinding into the carpet fibers. The pain was bright, almost electric, and beneath it, something hotter uncoiled in his gut. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back. The blindfold shifted slightly, pressing tighter against the bridge of his nose. A thumb dragged across his lower lip—dry at first, then wet with spit. Dan opened his mouth on instinct, and the thumb pushed in, pressing down on his tongue. The taste of salt, faintly metallic. "Hands behind your back," the voice commanded. Dan obeyed, wrists brushing the small of his back. The click of metal—handcuffs, probably—preceded the cold bite of steel around his flesh. They ratcheted tighter than necessary, the edges pinching. A knee nudged his thighs apart. Dan spread them wider, the carpet now rough against his inner skin. The air against his exposed flesh was cool, but the room itself felt thicker, heavier—like the walls were leaning in. The first touch to his cock was almost casual—a single fingertip tracing the vein underneath. Dan hissed, his hips twitching upward. The hand retreated immediately. "No," the voice chided. A sharp flick to his nipple this time, the pain lancing downward. "You don't move unless I say." Dan clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded along his spine. The scent of the other man—bergamot, definitely bergamot—mixed with the smell of the sweat of his own arousal. A palm flattened against his chest, pushing until his shoulders met the bedframe. The edge dug into his scapula. "Count," the voice said. The next slap landed harder, the sound echoing off the hotel walls. "One," Dan gasped. The third strike came lower, across his ribs. "Two." By six, his skin burned, every nerve alight. By eight, his cock was leaking against his stomach. The ninth never came—instead, fingers wrapped around his throat, squeezing just shy of too tight. "Look at you," the voice murmured, almost admiringly. "So eager." Dan's breath hitched. The pressure eased, then returned, a rhythm now, each release timed to the pounding of his pulse. "Sir," he choked out. The grip tightened. "Beg." Dan's throat worked against the pressure. The word scraped out: "Please." "Louder." The fingers loosened just enough for him to draw a ragged breath. "Please, sir." His voice cracked. The blindfold was damp now, sweat or tears, he couldn't tell. The citrus scent intensified as the man leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Dan's ear. "Good boy." The praise burned hotter than the slaps. Dan shuddered, the handcuffs biting deeper as his muscles tensed. A knee slid between his thighs, nudging them wider still. The carpet fibers scratched his inner thighs, the discomfort sharpening every sensation. Fingers traced the crease where his leg met his groin, slow, teasing, stopping just short of where he ached. Then he felt teeth. Sharp against his nipple. Dan arched off the floor with a choked noise. The bite turned to suction, the pain bleeding into pleasure. The man's free hand wrapped around Dan's cock, squeezing just once, dry, rough, perfect. Precum smeared across his stomach. "Look at that," the voice murmured. A thumb swiped through the wetness, then pressed against Dan's lips. He tasted himself, salt and musk. The hand on his throat vanished, replaced by a palm flattening against his chest. "Someone is liking this." "Stay." The command vibrated through him. Footsteps retreated. "Sir, I—" Dan started to feel dizzy and his body warming up, an unusual rush, an urge rising from his stomach that he wasn’t quite sure was going on. Dan's protest died as the first slap cracked across his ass. The sting radiated outward, settling into a dull throb that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. "Did I say you could speak?" The voice was closer now, right behind him. Dan swallowed hard, shaking his head. The blindfold slipped slightly, letting in a sliver of light—just enough to make out the vague outline of a dresser, the edge of the bed. A hand grabbed his hair, forcing his head back. "Answer properly." "No, sir." "Good." The hand released him, leaving behind a tingling scalp. Fingers traced the curve of his spine, stopping just above the swell of his ass. Dan held his breath. "Relax." The touch disappeared. Then— The unmistakable sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Dan's pulse jumped. The anticipation coiled tighter in his gut. His hands were uncuffed, then he heard, "Hands on the bed. Don't move." Dan obeyed. The first strike came without warning—leather biting into flesh. Dan gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. "One," he choked out. "Very good. A quick learner." The second landed lower, harder. "Two." By five, his skin burned. By seven, his thighs trembled. The eighth never came. Instead, fingers hooked under the blindfold, pulling it off in one sharp motion. Light flooded his vision. Dan blinked, eyes watering. And then he saw him through the hotel bed headboard mirror. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in nothing but a black jockstrap and a smirk. Recognition hit like a gut punch. "Jason?" The smirk widened. "Hey, Coach." Dan's stomach dropped. Jason Mercer, star linebacker, class of '16. The kid he'd mentored, the one he'd driven home after practice when his dad was too drunk to pick him up. The kid who wasn't a kid anymore. Jason's thumb brushed Dan's lower lip. "Surprise." Dan opened his mouth, to protest, to ask, but Jason pushed two fingers inside instead, pressing down on his tongue. "Uh-uh." Jason leaned in, close enough for Dan to smell the spearmint gum on his breath. "No talking." Dan swallowed around the intrusion, tasting salt and leather. Jason pulled his fingers free, dragging them down Dan's chin. "Now, where were we?" His palm landed on Dan's ass, right where the belt had marked him. Dan hissed. Jason chuckled. "That's more like it." The belt slipped between Dan's parted thighs, the leather still warm from its earlier use. Jason dragged it upward slowly, letting the rough underside scrape against his balls before pulling it taut against his perineum, just shy of painful. Dan's breath hitched. His cock twitched, already half-hard again despite the earlier slaps. Then pressure, Jason leaning in, his erection grinding against Dan's lower back. Heat radiated through the fabric. Dan's mouth watered. He remembered those thighs from the weight room, how Jason would smirk while repping twice what anyone else could. "Eyes on me." Jason's fingers curled into Dan's hair again, forcing his head back at an awkward angle. The new position made his throat work as Jason traced his Adam's apple with the tip of the belt. "You used to yell at me for slouching during drills. Look at you now." Dan's pulse hammered against the leather. He couldn't speak, could barely think, with Jason's free hand roaming his chest, tweaking a nipple, pinching just hard enough to make his hips jerk forward. The belt tightened. Jason hummed. "Still responsive. Good." He released the pressure abruptly, letting the belt fall to the floor with a muffled thud. "Open." The command registered a second before Jason's cock pressed against his lips, thick as a beer can, already leaking, the musk of it flooding Dan's senses. He opened obediently, letting the head push past his teeth. The taste bloomed bitter-salt across his tongue. Jason didn't give him time to adjust. One hand still fisted in his hair, the other guiding his hips, Jason began fucking his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. Dan could hardly open his mouth any wider, and gagged on the third thrust, tears pricking his eyes as the tip hit the back of his throat. Despite the discomfort, Dan wanted it. The rush he felt in his chest felt satisfying by sucking on Jason’s hard cock. His cock hardened and twitched on its own by the thought of it. Jason paused, letting him catch his breath, then pushed deeper. "Relax your jaw," he murmured, his thumb brushing Dan's cheek where it stretched around his girth. "Yeah. Just like that." Saliva dripped down Dan's chin. His hand gripped the bedsheet tighter as Jason set a relentless pace, the slap of skin against skin obscene in the quiet room. The stretch burned, but beneath it—God, beneath it—the ache of submission coiled tighter with every thrust. Jason's grip tightened. "Look at me." Dan forced his eyes open. Jason's pupils were blown, his lower lip caught between his teeth. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through Dan's gut. "Remember," Jason panted, his hips stuttering, "when you made me run suicides for mouthing off?" He bottomed out, groaning as Dan's throat fluttered around him. "Bet you regret that now." Dan's nostrils flared—oxygen deprivation, humiliation, arousal all twisting together. His cock leaked against the bedsheets, untouched. Jason's fingers flexed in his hair, pulling just shy of painful as he withdrew completely. The sudden absence left Dan gasping, spit-slick lips parted. Jason tapped his cheek with two fingers. "Turn over. Ass up." Dan rolled onto his back. Jason's knee pinned his thigh before he could complete the motion. "Try again," Jason murmured, his thumb tracing the hollow of Dan's hipbone. "Slow." Dan obeyed, the stretch in his muscles obscenely intimate as he presented himself. The air conditioner kicked on, chilling the sweat along his spine. Jason's exhale on Dan’s hole before his tongue swiped upward, broad, wet, deliberate. Dan jerked, his elbows buckling. Jason chuckled against his skin. "Still ticklish." He spread Dan wider, his thumbs digging into firm flesh, and licked a slow circle around his rim. The drag of his tongue was filthy, unhurried, the kind of teasing that had Dan pushing back shamelessly. Jason rewarded him with a firmer press, the tip of his tongue breaching just enough to make Dan's toes curl. "Taste yourself," Jason ordered, rising to smear his spit-slick chin against Dan's mouth. The musk of his own arousal flooded Dan's senses—salt, sweat, something deeper. Jason's fingers replaced his tongue, circling lazily. "Next time," he breathed, "I won't be so gentle." His fingertip breached Dan on the word "gentle," the stretch burning gloriously. Dan arched, the headboard rattling as Jason crooned, "There you go, Coach. Take it." The room was spinning for Dan. Between the burn and the forceful stretch of Jason’s finger, he moaned uncontrollably and wanted more. Jason's other hand held Dan down while that finger worked deeper, twisting just shy of cruel. Dan turned to the side, buried his face into the bed, his breath hitching as Jason scissored him open, too fast, not enough, then added a second finger alongside the first. The stretch burned white, hot, his rim fluttering around the intrusion. Jason's breath hitched. "Fuck. Still tight." Dan's cock dripped onto his stomach, untouched. He could feel Jason's gaze tracing the mess he'd made, the silent judgment making his ears burn hotter than the stretch. Jason twisted his wrist, dragging his fingertips along Dan's walls until he gasped—then pulled out entirely. The sudden emptiness left Dan panting. The bed dipped. Jason's knees bracketed his thighs. "Tell me what you want." Dan's tongue felt too thick. "You. Inside." Jason's chuckle vibrated through him. "Yeah?" The first press of his cockhead against Dan's hole stole his breath. Jason leaned over him, chest to back, and nipped his earlobe. "Beg properly." Dan shuddered. "Please. Fuck me, Jason." “You sure you can take my thick cock?” “Yes. Jason. Please.” Jason slapped Dan across the face. At that moment he could tell how high Dan was. He almost forgot that he had given Dan a good dose of G and a capsule packed full of tina. “Who is Jason?” “Yes. Sir, Please,” Dan said. Jason sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. Dan's vision whited out. The stretch bordered on pain, his body struggling to accommodate Jason's thickness. Jason's dick wasn’t even halfway in. Jason applied a generous amount of lube to his dick again and sprayed maximum impact on a rag, then shoved it in Dan’s mouth. “Inhale deep and hold it.” Dan did as instructed. For the next 30 seconds or so he was completely disoriented. His mind went blank, as if his soul left his body. When he finally slowly regained consciousness, he was surprised to find Jason pounding his ass. Dan could feel his hips slammed against Jason. He had no clue how he managed to take the rest of Jason’s thick, hard, throbbing cock. "Jesus. You feel—” His voice broke. Jason rolled his hips experimentally, pulling a moan from Dan's throat. "Look at you," Jason murmured, dragging Dan upright by the hair. The new angle made his cock brush something deep, wrenching a punched-out noise from his lungs. Jason's hand wrapped around his throat, thumb pressing his pulse point. "All those years telling me to sit straight," he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, "and now you're taking my cock like this." Dan's stomach clenched. The slap of skin filled the room, obscenely wet where Jason's balls hit his taint. Jason's free hand palmed Dan's leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts—too rough, too perfect. "Gonna come inside you," Jason panted, teeth scraping Dan's shoulder. "Just like you taught me—finish what I started." Jason's cock pulsed in Dan. The first pulse hit without ceremony. Jason groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding Dan’s guts in hot, thick waves. Dan felt it—the way Jason’s cock twitched inside him, the way his own body clenched instinctively around it, milking him dry. But Jason didn’t pull out. He stayed, panting against Dan’s shoulder, his grip tightening as his breathing evened out. Then he moved again. Dan barely had time to gasp before Jason was on him again—no warning, no easing back in—just the brutal slide of thick, familiar heat splitting him open all over again. The sudden fullness punched the air from his lungs, his body still loose and trembling from the first round. Jason didn’t give him a second to adjust, slamming home with a force that rocked the bedframe against the wall. "Fuck—thought I was done with you?" Jason’s voice was raw, his hands vise-like on Dan’s hips as he drove into him, each thrust landing with a wet smack. Dan’s vision blurred at the edges, his cock twitching uselessly against his stomach, oversensitive but still hard. The stretch burned differently now—deeper, like Jason was carving a space inside him that wouldn’t close. The second load came harder, Jason’s teeth sinking into Dan’s shoulder as he came with a ragged curse. This time, Dan felt the spillover—warmth trickling down his thigh, the sheets sticking to his skin. Jason didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. Just kept driving into him, his breath hot against Dan’s neck, his voice rough with something like awe. "One more." Dan’s protest died in a choked whine. Jason fucked him through the mess, his thrusts turning slick and filthy, the sound obscene in the quiet room. "You take it so good," Jason muttered, almost to himself, as his pace picked up. Dan could only nod, his throat too ruined to speak, his body pliant under Jason’s hands. Jason emptied himself a third time, his groan muffled against Dan’s spine. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it. Dan’s legs shook, his hole clenching around nothing as Jason finally pulled out, leaving him wet and wrecked. Dan obeyed, the salt-bitter taste flooding his tongue as Jason watched, pupils blown. He barely registered the bed shifting until Jason’s weight settled between his legs again—the head of his cock already nudging at Dan’s spent hole. "No—” Dan’s voice cracked. Jason didn’t hesitate. He sheathed himself in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan as Dan’s body yielded impossibly again. "Fuck. Still so tight." His hands pinned Dan’s wrists, his hips pistoning with renewed hunger. The overstimulation was electric—Dan arched, his cock twitching dryly as Jason’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot against Dan’s throat. A load shot out of Dan’s untouched dick and some of his cum got on Jason’s face. Jason licked what he could reach with his tongue. Jason growled, his hips grinding as he emptied himself in Dan once more. Dan felt the cum leaking out around the stretch of him. Both of them were exhausted. Dan could not believe his ex-player dom had unloaded in him 4 times in a row. Without being told, Dan said, “Thank you for your load, sir.” It made Jason chuckle, and he said, “Get out of here.” Dan got dressed and left the room. Somewhere beneath the exhaustion, beneath the ache, something unfamiliar hummed—not regret, not exactly. Want. Raw and gnawing. During his Uber ride back to his hotel, he reached for his phone, fingers trembling. The app was still open. He tapped on Jason’s profile and typed, “When can I serve you again, sir?” The reply came before he could second-guess it: “Tomorrow. Same place. Don't be late.” Dan exhaled. His skin throbbed in time with his pulse. He traced a fingertip over the freshest bruise, darkening already, purpling at the edges. The pain was sweet. The anticipation, sweeter.

He walked over and sat at the other end of the couch facing me. He opened his legs and stroked his hard huge obelisk of a cock. "Massage my balls and finger my perinium please", he said I thought for a second. It seemed safe enough. It's not like he asked me to suck his cock. I crawled over to him and sat between his legs. As I did that he lowered his left leg around my waist and his right leg came up from the ground and around my waist as well locking me in a bit. I started to massage his balls and search for his premium. He quickened his stroking of his mammoth cock. I worked his balls and found his perinium. He "Yeah boy work Daddy's balls and knot", he moaned. I couldn't help but stare at his huge cock. It was gorgeous. It was not just long at least 9" but thick and his veins made it so sexy. His cock head was large too like a plow. Being this close for the first time I noticed there was a hole like a piercing under his cock head. I kept massaging his balls and knot. He kept moaning. "Ahhh yeah. Go ahead and play with my hole baby, please" he moaned. I paused. He wants me to play with his asshole I thought? Isn't he a top? What about his disease? He must've seen me think. "Dan don't worry you can't catch AIDS from rubbing my hole or sticking a finger up it." he said jokingly "Oh yeah I know just never been asked to do that to a guy before. And aren't you a top" i said casually I reached further down and found his hole. He slide back and up to allow easier access. I played with it teasing it and massaging his balls. "Go ahead and stick you finger in", he said "I thought you were a top" I said "Yes I am but it feels good and second a good top knows how to take a dick too once in a while. That's what makes him a good top" Rick said "I don't have any lube near by lets use our cum" Rick said He pointed at the cum on me and his leaking precum. I rubbed my finger in both and then tried to stick it in his ass. He was tight and I didn't want to hurt him. "Go ahead don't worry just stick in easy. Slowly" Rick said looking at me I slowly pushed in and my finger went. He let out a moan. I pushed my finger in deeper. "Swirl it around and pushed it deep and hook it back to you" he moaned I did just that. It felt tight and wet and warm, like a pussy. It reminded me this first time I fingered Jane. Rick kept moaning and stroking his cock and playing with his nipples, all the while his eyes locked on me. I love the way he looked at me. It made me feel safe, loved, beautiful, sexy and that he was in caring control. As I hooked my finger back, he let out a deep moan. "Ohhh yeah do it baby do it for Daddy", he yelled My fingers went into overdrive, I worked his sweet spot and his balls. After another 20 seconds, he yelled. "Ughhhhhhhh here it comes", he moaned My eyes left his and focused on his huge hard cock. I was focused on it. He was slowly pumping not fast or erratic and his precum was just oozing out and then a small spurt of this cream popped, then a spray of drops all over, then large spurts came shooting out of his hot cum. I felt his ass squeeze hard around my finger as he orgasmed.

He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

Thanks to Breedingzone, I've slowly become more accepting of my need to give Men pleasure in every way I can. This site especially helped my desire to be an anon hotel cumdump. Reading & stroking to your stories helped me find the courage to visit my first gloryhole years ago, and much more. Thanks to all of you who post, I finally lived one of my fantasies in Nashville Monday night. As luck would have it, work was having an event there in Music City Tuesday & Wednesday. Well, why not go Monday, get my own hotel away from everyone, and put my soft, cushy fat ass up for tops to breed? While I've had a few random hookups, its less than 20 in my 53 years of age. After reading so many of your hot AF stories about this kind of scene and of course all the bb cumdump porn I could find, I wanted to be an anon bb slut for once myself. Searching online, the Comfort Inn located near Downtown seemed perfect. Inspired from all your wonderfully perverted adventures, I made sure there was easy parking. I also verified via Google Maps that here were room doors accessible directly to the parking lot. I did have one impromptu inspiration of my own - sliding the room key between the door lock & jam to keep it push-open ready - but I digress. A quick Uber to a liquor store and pharmacy provided not only internal cleaning supplies but lube & vodka...both sexual and social lubricants. I prepped and put on my jockstrap. I posted on the apps.I threw a black t-shirt over the bedside light to darken the room nicely. Now I waited. Sniffies provided Cock 1, a decently in shape Latino who just wanted a blowjob. Well, I'm here to serve, so once I saw him located close & he messaged me as such I sent him the room & got on my knees just inside the doorway with my hands behind my back. It was hot as fuck watching the door push open without resistance... a stranger visiting a cumdump... and I was the cumdump. In stepped a early 30s 5"10 medium build Latino wearing what appeared to be mechanics clothes. He looked down at me with a smile as he kicked off his work boots, stripped off his jeans & boxers to step up and place his cock in my open mouth. Hot. I slowly began to suckle on his head, gently. Respectfully. Working my tongue. Getting it wet. Then relaxing my lips enough to slip maybe 1/4 inch more of his soft cock in my mouth. Slowly tightening. Gently suckling. Once it's nice and wet I repeat.. relax the lips but not break contact..slip a little more dick in... repeat. Lick. Suckle. Wet. Repeat. By the time I'm at 3 inches he's eleciting a moan and now fully hardened to 5" and saying "Fuuuuuuck" as he's fully engulfed in my mouth while I'm suckling like a calf on a teet. At this point, I begin to start sliding my mouth slowly up the length of his shaft now that it's fully hard and fairly slick. Working my tongue on the underside as I do. He's moaning and calling me a good cocksucker. I continue these slow strokes, twisting my head & mouth slowly in variable weaves that I'm sure all you cocksuckers know. He places a hand on the back of my head, starting to guide me. I moan to show my appreciation. He moans again from the vibrations of my own moans reverberating from my mouth onto his cock. At this point, I switch between the weaves and slow, inching-up-the-shaft suckling continue. This is simply how I suck cock, so for the next cocks we'll just call this The Technique(™️) to save time. Men seem to REALLY like it. 😊 Needless to say, after this kind of cock worshipping it was only a few more minutes until he pumped his Latino cum into my appreciative mouth. Back to the apps. About an hour later Cock 2, an early 20s black top wanted to fuck... so of course I gave him the location. Again, I waited on my knees. Again, it was hot as fuck watching the door swing open again. Sure enough... in stepped a stocky mid 20s guy who promptly stripped & stepped up to feed me his cock. Needless to say, I applied The Technique(™️) for about 5 minutes, enjoying his moans before breaking my grip & telling him it's time to fuck me. It's 5" and a little thick so I simply stood up, applied some lube to both of us, and got on the edge of the bed. He began to slowly push & pull a little at a time until... Fuuuuck... you gotta love feeling that moment your pussy finally gives in and accepts the cock. To help reach this, I began to back up slowly while forcing my hole to open. Damn that felt good. Together, we slowly worked that dick for about 5 minutes before I begged him to pound my cushy ass. Of course he complied, grabbing my hips and throwing the dick. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. This is what I needed. He pumped me like this for about another 4 minutes as I ground my pussy beck on that cock. before telling me he was going to cum. I quickly lowered my hips a bit which enabled me go from horizontal fucking to nowvmy pussy going up on his cock. Squeezing and milking as he pumped his cum in me. Fuck yeah. Back to the apps. Sniffies. Cock 3: Another 20s black cock wanting to fuck. Back to the position. He's wearing a security uniform. Jackpot. With my hands behind my back again I say "I'm truly sorry officer. Please. I'll do anything you say to not get in trouble for this. Anything. " He chuckles as he gets naked, but he doesn't know I Just determined to show this man RESPECT. So, before applying The Technique™️ I slowly start to lick my way up and down the shaft.. working my way around the circumference and underside.. again hands behind my back. I start to say things like "Thank you for giving me a chance, officer. I promise I'll show you I'll do as I'm told" & Please, don't tell my family what I did, Sir". Now I lick his balls thoroughly before applying The Technique(™️)... but even MORE respectfully. More appreciative moans. More suckling of this hard black cock. It's 6 and decent thickness as he grabs my hair and starts to fuck my mouth. Yes, Sir! I'm doing my best to moan as he's thrusting my mouth full of young dick. I'm loving it, and from his occassional "Fuck yeahs", he is too. He holds his cock down my throat. I suckle hard. Long. Like 3 minutes with my mouth full of dick. He slides out and I tell him it's time to fuck. Climbing on the bed, he's able to slide in easier and we get right to fucking. He's grabbing my hips, I'm working my pussy back on him. He's thrusting. I'm gripping. "Fuck officer, thank you Sir. I told you I would be a good boy for you, Sir". He grabs my hair and thrusts harder and squirts his cum in me. So. Fucking. Hot. At this point. It's 1am an time to call it as In did have work to get to in the morning. As I laid there, stroking my cock through my jock thinking about what a cumdump I just was, I felt proud (with the cum that just now slowly began to leak from me). Finally. Thanks for reading about my first cumdump experience, and especially thanks to all you sexy perverts for sharing your hot AF stories! You never know who or what you're inspiring. I'm cumming to Salt Lake City February 4th -7th, and looking for my first experience with BDSM and gangbangs. If you live in the area, maybe you'd like to help show me... or at least experience The Technique(™️) and fuck me as well.

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

Rick was still behind rubbing my chest and shoulders, once in a while teasing my nipples which still sent shockwaves down to my cock even though I had just cum. His head next to mine whispering in my ear. "Yeah good boy. How did that feel. You came good.", he said "It was amazing. I never felt such a strong orgasm before. What you said about my nipples and perineum was so right. It felt so good", I said He stood up and moved to the side of me. His cock was sticking out at me only a few inches from my face. "Yes and there is so much more I can teach you about your body and giving into your pleasure. I want to make you feel so good." Rick said his lips burshing against my ear. I leaned into his lips. As I turned I saw his huge meat. "Sorry you were so busy helping me you didn't cum yet", I said "Its fine. I wanted to help you experience deep pleasure. Did you really enjoy it?", he asked I nodded, "Yes it was incredible, I am still calming down from the high", i replied. While my cock was not erect it was still a little hard. That normally doesn't happen. "You still look horny my boy", he said looking at my cock and stroking his "Yeah still energized, normally I go soft by now. I don't know why its still hard", I replied Rick then knelt by me. And started to massage my legs and relax me. "Ohhh boy you came a gallon didn't you. We better get you cleaned up. Do you mind if I help?" Rick asked "Sure its all over me" I replied "Do you mind if I taste your cum" he asked I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. He tasted my leak so might as well. I nodded. He took his fingers and scooped it up and placed it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. The way he did it was so sensual and then he swirled it in his mouth to taste it and then swallow. All the while looking me in the eyes. "You taste so good Dan. Here try it", he said while scooping it up and placing it in my mouth like earlier today. He sensually teased my mouth and massaged my mouth and tongue. It waslike my mouth and tongue were having sexy with his finger, so sensual and erotic. I tasted my cum and swallowed. "Tastes good right", he asked with his fingers still teasing my mouth. I nodded. He fingers pulled out and seductively touched my lips. He scooped up more and lightly seductively entered my mouth again this time he instructed me. "Yeah just suck my finger baby, enjoy the flavour of your sweet cum, taste it baby, its sweet nectar, that's it tongue it, suck on my finger. Make my finger feel good baby. Ohhh yeah" he said His words taking control of my mouth and tongue. My tongue flicked his finger tips and swirled around his finger and sucked on it like it was food. I tasted and savored my cum. It did taste good. "Dan, you are so handsome and beautiful " he said staring at me His words were working their magic. His left hand was now massaging my thigh. My cock was hard again. "That's it baby good boy" he said pulling out his finger slowly and swirling my lips. In the moment my lips reached out to suck his finger again, like it was missing his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it again. Holding onto his finger in my mouth. "Yeah you like that don't you" he said smiling at me His finger scooped up more cum and again back in my mouth and was hungry for his finger and my cum. I tongued, licked and sucked on his finger. Again he pulled it out and teased my lips. My lips responded on their own and kissed his finger and my tongue stuck out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah good boy", Rick said teasing me. His hand on my thigh making me feel good. He scooped up more cum from my belly and smeared it on my lips. My mouth tried to reach out for his finger but he pulled it away. "No, just lick it off your lips", he said I did in a hungry sexy way, licking my lips while Rick stared at me "Do you mind if I lick it off of you please? There is so much to clean up" he said smiling "Ughh ok just not my cock" I said "Ok" he replied as he patted my thigh and kept it there. He moved closer to me our bodies touching, his cock now poking my left leg and he leaned over and grabbed my hand holding my hard cock and moved it over off the side. He squeezed my hand as he moved it thereby squeezing my cock. It throbbed and leak some cum. He then started to lick the cum off me. Starting at my groin and pubic area. I shivered as the way he licked up the cum caused a shock of pleasure. Licking and sucking and nibbling the cum out of my pubic hair and slurping so close at the base of my cock. Then he worked up my belly sucking the cum in my belly button. I let out a soft moan. Then up my abs and chest, licking and sucking causing shocks down to my cock. I started to breath harder. Then he started to suck and lick both my nipples that were covered in my cum. Electricity to my now rock hard cock. He kept on my nipples licking them and teasing them even after the cum was all gone. It felt so good I let out a soft moan. He then sucked and pulled gently on my nipples with his teeth. "Aaahhhh", I moaned whipping my head back in both pain and pleasure. He went on teasing my nipples and sucking on them for what seemed like an hour but was only not even a minute. At this point my cock was leaking precum again. He stayed there for a while working them then up my neck licking the cum off the side of my neck and also nibble. I let out another soft slightly high pitch moan. Then the cum on my ear lobe as he sucked it and I melted and let out another moan. My hand on its own started to massage my cock now which was leaking precum again. "Yeah you got cum all over.", Rick said our lips inches away. "Do you mind helping me? I didn't get a chance to cum yet", he said "Sure how can I help", I said. As the words left my mouth I reminded myself he has HIV.

Rick walked over my side of the couch and kneeled behind me as I leaned against the couch armrest. "Yeah boy just lean back and enjoy. Listen to your body. Give into your bodies' needs, give into your pleasure. Let your body lead you", he whispered into my ear. His lips brushing lightly against them. I leaned back. I could smell his manly must scent. His hands started at my shoulder and slowly worked down my chest and pecs to my groin. It was more than I asked for but was too into feeling good. His hand brushed my cock in my hand and my cock throbbed. His hand surrounded my hand on my cock and squeezed it as i pumped my own cock. I let out a loud moan as I massaged that knot beneath my balls. His hand left mine and rubbed the tip of my cock and scooped up the precum and placed in at my lips. My body was on autopilot and my tongue reached out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah, your cum tastes so sweet baby doesn' it" Rick said in my ear. He scooped up more and placed it my lips. I nodded. Then his hands went up to my nipples and started to tease, pull, and manipulate them. My eyes rolled back and my head fell off to the side. "Can I kiss you neck please its so beautiful", he asked in my ear I thought about It in clarity. It's only my neck not my lips. I nodded He started to kiss my neck, licking and nibbling. I melted even more. His technique on my nipples was sending me in orbit. The way he teased them with his fingernails was sending shockwaves to my cock. The he would twist and pull them out. Pain would be mixed with pleasure. Once in while I would wince. He would whisper, yes pain and pleasure go well together don't they baby. I couldn't help but just nod. It was all overwhelming, his scent, his touching and manipulating of my body, me jacking off, the porn in the background of this guy getting fucked and moaning, the alcohol, I needed to let cum. "Yeah keep going for Daddy ok. Don't cum yet now.", Rick said I nodded "What I didn't hear you" Rick said Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yes Daddy". I couldn't believe what I just said. Suddenly he stood up behind me and reached down and started playing with my balls while lifting my right leg and placing it on the top of the couch. I was now splayed open. "Yeah just enjoy but don't cum until I tell you too now. Ok?", he said looking down at me "Yes", I said "What?" he said "Yes Daddy", I moaned. I couldn't hold back i need to cum. He went back to my balls and started to massage my perineum. I let out a loud moan. He pushed in hard and circle massaged it. It felt so good." "That's how I do it. Feels good dont it" he said "Oh god yes Daddy", I blurted out. What was i saying i thought. Then he slid his hand over my butt and back down thru my crack. The side of his hand going over my ass hole and then hitting my perineum. I froze when he touched my hole but we just massaged more and I relaxed.

Rick went on to tell me how he likes to masturbate. He leaned back and faced me on the couch with one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor spreading his legs. He spit on his hand and started to work on now his hard cock. It was huge it looked at least 9 inches and was thick. Precum started to ooze out. I stared at him and his body. He was handsome the more I looked at him. He was a little thin and had a small potbelly. His light moustache make him look more mature. His brown and white hair with a little balding i thought was cute. His nipple rings were interesting. "You like my nipple rings" Rick asked "They look cool. Did they hurt", I asked "It feels like only a pinch. The hassle is having to clean them every day but I think they look hot and feel good when you pull them.", Rick said "Really they feel good when you pull them. I would think they are sore" I asked "Why don't you try" Rick said "Nah", I said "Cmon it wont bleed or anything", Rick egged me on I stood up walked over to him and tugged on one of them. "You can pull harder than that and pull both", he said I reached out and pulled both of them and kept pulling them. Rick let out a moan and started to pump his cock more. "Yeah more dude, help me", Rick said I pulled both of them again and twisted them. He winced and I let go. "Sorry", I said "Don't be sorry that felt good. Sometimes pain is good with pleasure. Do it again.", Rick said. I reached out and started to really play with them. Pulling them, twisting them and started to tease his nipples with my fingers. He leaned back more and started to jerk hard. His cock was now slick with precum. As I was playing with his nipples my hard cock brushed his shoulder and precum leaked on him "Ohhh shit sorry Rick", I said apologetically "Don't worry about, you are helping me he said. I'll grab a taste if you don't mind", he said wiping the precum leak that I left on his shoulder. As he wiped it his hand brushed the tip of my cock and made it throb and leak more. "Hmmmm i hope you are ok with me saying this but you have a beautiful cock. You look ready. Look at you leaking.", he said. As he said that a huge drip was leaking and he reached over right under the tip to catch it with his finger all in slow motion and wiped if off my cock tip. It throbbed again. He then placed his finger in his mouth our eyes locked and licked my leak. "You taste amazing Dan", he said looking at me "Go back and sit down and pump your cock", Rick said placing his hand on my ass giving it a soft squeeze. Our hands brushed as I walked away. I sat opposite of him in the same way and started to pump my cock. We kept our eyes on each other. I would look the TV when I felt uncomfortable. "Yeah look at them fucking and enjoying each other. Look at that bottom take it. Look at how he gives himself to his top." Rick said I did again look at the bottom, he looked in ecstasy and it looked hot in a way. "Here is another thing I like to do when i masturbate. He started to massage his balls and then reached under and took his index finger and started to press and rub under his balls. He started to moan out loud. "Ohhh yeah. Fuck it feels so good", he moaned "Are you sticking your finger in your ass?" I asked "No it's your perineum. It's between your scrotum and your ass hole", Rick said moaning. He was clearly in pleasure as his moaning got louder and more exciting. He kept it up and I just watched him and the TV. I was on the verge and so horny not cumming in days and being brought to the edge several times both by Rick's massaging at the pool and my time with Jane. "You should try it. Start with your nipples and work your perineum. Women do this too you know." Rick said. He was right, Jane like to play with her nipples while I fucked her. I started to work and tease my nipples. It started to send electric feelings down to my cock. The more I played with my nipples the more my cock throbbed. "Yeah someone's nipples look tied to their cock. Mine are like that. Sometimes i just play with my nipples and not with my cock" Rick said I tried it and it felt good. I felt shocks go down to my cock. I started to tease them and started to pull on them a little. It hurt but felt good. I pulled even harder and then teased them. I felt a little pain and lots of pleasure. "Now try your perineum", he said I put my hand back on my cock and stroked and then took my left hand and massaged my balls and then worked to find that spot with my finger. I started and then boom. "Ohhhhhhhh", I moaned as i found it and massaged it." "Yeah feels good doesn't it. Go for it massage it, caress it", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me I kept that up. It felt incredible. It was like my inside was filled with electricity and it transferred to the base of my cock. I haven't felt anything like that before. It was intense. "You want me play with your nips why you stroke and play with you down there?", Rick asked I was feeling so good, the alcohol, not cumming and now feeling this new pleasure, I nodded.

Part Four: A Surprise Visitor ********************************************** We slowly made our way into his bedroom, me still impaled on a not-softening weapon of ass destruction as they say. We reached the bed, which was a little lower than most, and we gradually climbed onto it, making our way to the middle. I leaned forward and put my hands down in front of me, assuming an all-fours position. Just doing so pulled me forward ever so slightly, and I felt that now-familiar tug of his head on my inner ring. Fuck. With that pounding and constant bullying open of that sphincter muscle, how was it still tight enough to resist? But it was, and I felt myself scoot back just a bit to ease the pressure. He had other ideas though. "Here boy, slowly turn yourself over and lay on your back." He slid a pillow in front of his knees to help raise my ass once I turned, and slowly I managed to turn myself, lifting my left leg up and over him as I went from face down to upright. And then, I felt myself falling back onto the bed and his pillow as I lost the arm support that had been holding me up. And as I sank down to the bed, my ass pulled away, painfully ripping his head out of my inner chute and leaving it halfway inside that first segment of rectum. I looked up and, from the soft light emerging into the room from the hallway, I saw him for the first time in person. He looked much like his picture but now with the light from outside I noticed that underneath the patch of fur on his chest and, indeed, up and down his arms, were dark blotches. Lesions. They dotted him all over below his neckline, a testament to just how truly sick and virulent this man was--this man who had just impregnated me with seed that would likely treat me just the same. My inner ass was drowning in poison, and I could feel the still-hot liquid slowly sliding further up into me as, with my ass elevated, gravity pulled it along previously untainted tissue. My head fell back against the bed. "Fuuuck. What did I just do?" He chuckled at hearing this. I looked him straight in the eyes as he spoke. "You surrendered yourself to me, and now I am part of you. Inside you." And with that he pushed his half burried shaft into me again, lodging up against the weakening resistance of my inner core. He fell forward, his hands landing on either side of me, his face now above me, and he flexed his cock inside me as I tried to push my head back further into a bed that would resist me as I had not him. He pushed again through my inner ring, lodging even more deeply than before as my eyes shot open and my mouth dropped open to cry out. Yet that cry was quickly muffled by his mouth on mine as I once again felt his ballsack come to rest against me, both globes inside still feeling amply full. His tongue pushed mine aside as he explored my mouth just as enthusiastically as he had my ass just a few moments ago. All the while his uncut meat launched itself into a steady fuck rhythm once again, battering a torn and bruised anal cavity that was susceptible to every disease that coarsed through his veins. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his head, never slowing but gradually increasing the forcefulness of his second assault. "Mmmm boy, yeah, take me. Take everything I have, deep inside you let it become part of you." My voice wavered now, suddenly I realized that while the thought of a poz man turned me on, I hadn't thought completely about what other bugs he might have. "What do you mean, 'take everything'?" "Shhh, I've given you many special gifts, and will soon gift them to you again. Not just my deadly and untreatable AIDS but other beautiful things for your body to enjoy. You will discover them over time, but they are already part of you now." His thrusts continued to increase and the slapping sound of his balls faded slightly as they began to draw up for another release. I looked at him as his eyes rolled up into his head. He practically shouted. "Oh god boy, I'm going to cum in you again, more seed inside you!" His cock once again became a steel pole and with a few more thrusts, he lodged himself deep inside me and froze, his body convulsing and shaking this time as wave after wave of toxic cum shot like bullets into me, gravity sliding them down soft tissue as the burning sensation in me reappeared and seemed to spread. His head flew back in ecstasy. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" He continued to convulse as another 7-8 thick spurts of cum fired into my ass. Apparently he had not cum in quite some time as this load was just as big, if not substantially larger than the first. He collapsed on me, still buried balls-deep, his rigid penis still twitching and pulsing death into me. He was himself also still convulsing slightly, and as my hands found their way up and over him and landed on his back, I felt more lesions there and realized I was again taking his potent seed, another few pulses as liquid dribbled from his piss slit. "Fuuuuuuck." It was all he could say as his frail body lay on top of mine. His head came down to the right of mine. Little flexes of his shaft still felt in every corner of my abused, diseased rectum. He lay there, and I felt his cock finally begin to shrink a bit. I still had his head trapped up inside my second hole, but even it eventually softened enough and I felt it pop back into my main chute as he began to slowly pull himself up and withdraw his cock until just that legendary head remained. He returned himself fully to a squatting position, 2 inches still inside me, and looked at the results of his entrance and subsequent destruction. "Mmmm, only a few specks of blood boy. I thought for sure I had ripped you wide open the way you screamed earlier." I felt the tug of his head as he pulled it back against my asshole. Blood. It was certain then. With everything he said he had, no way would some of it not find its way there. "In a few days you'll probably feel quite sick, but then you will possess the same seed as me. Ready to be spread to whomever you desire. An attractive young buck like yourself will have no trouble finding himself willing holes to seed. Holes I cannot tag looking like this." He pointed to his lesions. He was right. Had I seen them I very well may not have ever turned off the road earlier. But here I was, his hooded head still inside me. I had taken him willingly, my hormonal desires impairing any form of better judgement and now two loads of an untreatable form of AIDS lay deep inside me, being absorb even as my brain pondered the wisdom of my choices. "Would you like a surprise visitor?" As if I any longer had a choice? I knew what awaited me, what was to be my fate. With everything he had hinted at contained in his semen, I would have many, many surprise visitors in the next few months. Visitors that would be hard to get rid of, if at all, and who would all contribute to the deterioration of my body, until I too was frail, lesioned, and searching for a vessel to carry my eventual lethality. I spoke again in my now scratchy voice, words that escaped reason and sanity. "Yes, I can't wait." "Who said anything about waiting?" Wait. Oh god. That wasn't his voice! Where had it come from? We weren't alone??? I looked past him and there, as my eyes focused, silhouetted in the doorway--by the light of the hallway--stood another naked man. We did indeed have a surprise visitor. And my night was clearly not over.

Part Three: The Warmth Inside ******************************************* It may have seemed like an eternity but it was only a few seconds of stillness before I felt a pressure inside and realized he was beginning to slowly thrust again. "Oh fuck boy, it's been a long time since I've been in such a warm and willing hole. Give me a sec while I adjust and let my foreskin inside you too." His gyrations were slow and shallow, but I could feel a slight fullness growing inside me as I realized his abundant foreskin was slowly inching back up and over his exposed head. A bit of his shaft followed with each push, and after a minute or so he paused again. "Muuuch better. Fuck boy, you are so wet inside. And my load will eventually make that a flood." I felt myself go limp, not that I had been capable of tensing any muscles since his entrance just moments ago. But he definitely felt me surrender to his grip. My nipples once again being tweaked and lightly pinched as my shaft again grew, having gone flaccid from the pain I had so recently felt. I was hard in no time and I felt my hormones again begin to flow as his well-lubricated death stick began a new mission: burying itself as deep as it could go. I knew it wouldn't take long, with his head now inside, his shaft would have no trouble following and I again closer my eyes tightly as he began to sink into me with one long continuous push. He was nearly there and then I felt him reach my second, more inner ring and begin stretching it just as he had my outermost one. Again, I felt a ripping, tearing pain as his head spread my inner muscle apart further than anything ever had. He gripped me tight, sensing my latest round of discomfort. He all but cooed into my ear, the short hairs of his beard tickling my skin. "It's okay, once more, just a thrust." And a thrust it was. There was no gentle working of this ring. He pushed hard and deep and for the second time (and not the last) I cried out in a scream of pain as he pushed his massive head through in one flick of his hips. With no resistance left his cock kept its momentum and sank completely into me, his groin settling against on my upper ass and his quite hefty ball sack slapped gently up against my lower cheeks; I remember thinking his balls felt as large as his ass-splitting acorn. "I'm all the way in now boy." I slowly opened my eyes and forced myself to resume a normal breathing rhythm. He was so deep inside me, I could feel his head pushing against the lower front wall of my abdomen. Things were definitely being rearranged internally, I could feel it. And then, I felt something else: a dull, burning, almost hot pain inside me. He wasn't cumming already was he? Again, he had read my mind. "Fuuuuck, leaking so badly boy. More of my death lube inside you." Precum, just precum? Were his balls also furnaces? The liquid his piss slit was generously oozing onto my ass walls was all but scalding hot inside me! I felt his plug of a head gently rocking deep inside my second ring, and I knew he was making sure the coating was evenly distributed. AIDS. In my hole. What the fuck was I doing? Wait. NOW I was having second thoughts? I thought back just a couple years to when I had been a condom-nazi. Never touched a guy or gal back then without them. Then, while fucking a FTM trans guy, my rubber had broken, and a few weeks later there had been a pregnancy scare. To say I had been a nervous wreck was an understatement, but the feel of my sensitive uncut head touching skin had intrigued me, and while a war had raged inside me about safe sex and long healthy life, I found myself experimenting with raw encounters. At first I only topped one of my regular buds bare; he had admitted it was a fantasy of his and was all to ready to help me experiment when I shared with him my desire. Still, I never took him bare at first. But one day I was just so damn horny that when the rubber broke as he was about to climax, I ignored his warning and slammed myself down on him until his prodigious load filled me inside. I was hooked. As I explored bareback sex, both in bed and online, it was a natural progression to curiosity about poz men, and gradually I began engaging with several undetectable fuck buds. But I had never played with a man so riddled by the virus, so willing to share it, and so potent as to ensure that once would be enough. Until now. The rocking continued and became, once again, a thrusting, gentle at first, and then gradually increasing in speed. Yet, he was still shallow, completely inside my second ring until... I felt the back of his head hit my second ring, moving in the opposite direction from which it had entered. I knew this would hurt, as there was no flare to make it a gradual exit. Instead his head began pulling my inner sphincter along with it as he tried to withdraw. I felt it pull, painfully, and then it ripped open again as his head popped back into my lower chute. Another scream. "That's it, boy, feel me tearing open your inner hole. A few more thrusts in and out and you'll be used it it." And with that, his half withdrawn monster slammed back through my inner barrier. My head fell back as I screamed. Again. And again. And again. This was no longer gentle - he was busting me open, his massive plow probably destroying my ability to ever walk or defecate normally again. Still, little by little the pain decreased to a tolerable amount, although in no way disappearing. Somehow I realized with each withdraw his cock head was now also pulling against my outer ring. He was deep-dicking me hard and rhythmically. "No need to worry boy. I'm not exiting that first ring until my balls have emptied their cargo of demon seed inside you." His fucking continued, us standing there just inside his door. Pounding thrusts created involuntary, guttural grunts from me as he continued to bust my second ass ring wide open with every pass. "I've never shot my seed at this toxicity into anyone before, boy. You will never be able to treat it or fight it. I have created the ultimate weapon and will give it to you now." His rhythm picked up as his thrusting increased in fury. His breathing began to sound labored and I knew the time had come. He was about to impregnate me with his AIDS. A strain so virulent that no treatment for it yet existed. Its noxious brew already sliming my ass walls in his precum, but now a voluminous amount of liquid death was about to enter me and my journey to a wasted state similar to him would begin. I was ready. And so was he. I felt his cock grow incredibly hard inside me as the blood flowed in to create a rock solid weapon capable of unleashing a deadly force inside its victim, a straight shot to the soft tissue that would absorb the poison that would change it forever. "Oh god, boy, I'm going to cum!" And with that he thrust deeply one last, painful time as his steel shaft thrust a rock hard head past my inner sphincter one last time and lodged it there so it could finally accomplish its mission. "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He screamed into my ear and that hot burning sensation I had felt deep in my bowels before, created just by a single strand of precum, was replaced by a flood of scalding liquid as the first wave of his load splashed against innocent, unprotected soft tissue. It was quickly followed by another seven or eight spurts, each gradually decreasing in size until it was just an oozing dribble. As each wave of liquid toxicity entered me I felt his nutsack jump behind me, signalling the rocketing of another wave through those tiny, miniscule tubules that blend semen and sperm and send the mixture on to its destination. Each wave of his load of course stayed right where it was, his ample head plugging my inner hole in a tight seal. He gradually relaxed himself, and his hands slowly moved to my chest, again focusing on my soft and tender pink nipples. "Fuuuck boy, I haven't cum like that in ages. There's just no substitute for an ass like your's. Don't worry, I won't be going soft for a while, there's more seed to unload inside you. I felt your ass clamping down on me and throbbing. How big a load did you shoot?" How big a load did I shoot? DID I shoot? I looked down. Fuck! I had. I could barely see the glistening last strand of cum hanging from my slowly softening penis. I hadn't even felt myself blow. But I could make out several spots of cum on the back of the couch in front of me. Yeah, I had cum, quite impressively even for me. I noticed I felt an ache in my balls, the way you do when a load has been building for a while and is finally released. "Quite a bit it seems." Aside from my screams, they were the first words I had uttered since we began, if you ignored my feeble pleas for him to 'take it out' as he entered. "Mmmm, one of your last negative loads. How about we move up to the bed?" With that we somehow moved to the staircase and waddled our way up, me still in his embrace and with his ever so slightly softened piece still plugging his load deep in my chute. I welcomed the warmth inside me as we entered his bedroom.

Part Two: The Entrance ********************************************** My eyes took a few seconds to adjust. The room was dark, but not pitch black. A subtle glow of light from the staircase in front of me made just the major details of the room in front of me barely visible. A couch stood in front of me, facing the opposing wall and what looked like a bookshelf or entertainment center. It was a living room, and had just the scent of candle smoke wafting in the air. I heard the door close and felt him come up behind me; he put his hands on the outside of my shoulders and brought his head right up behind mine. "So glad you came, boy. You're going to enjoy yourself. Why don't you lose those clothes?" He stepped back just a few feet as I shucked my overjacket, t-shirt, and track pants, and followed that up by sliding out of my sneakers. I stood there in the near dark with just a tight black jock and socks, having stayed facing the couch with him behind me. He stepped up again and I felt his fur-covered chest press hard up against my back, and a wet, prodding cock push in between my legs, nestling itself between my thighs, slightly forcing my legs apart. God, his ample acorn head felt as amazing as it looked. He wrapped his arms tight around my chest as his beard and lips began nuzzling the back of my neck. "Mmmm, you feel and smell amazing boy. My rock hard cock clearly approves." He kissed my neck, slowly nibbling from side to side, I let my head droop forward as I uttered not a word. His attention was giving my shoulders goosebumps, his hands were playing with my nipples, every now and then subtly pinching them, and I felt the wet tip of his cock ever so slightly thrusting into the back of my nutsack as his head found just that slight opening at the bottom of my jock. He pushed slightly and the tip of his hooded head began to make it a jock for two. My moans could not be misunderstood. "Feel good baby?" Normally "baby" just pisses me off but fuck it, the way I was feeling I couldn't have given a shit. "Oh god yeah, feels so fucking amazing." "Bend forward. I want to taste your hole." I leaned front and propped myself on the back of his couch. He took a step back and I could imagine him smiling at the unsullied pink hole in front of him, the one he would shortly violate, impale, and impregnate. The thought had my rock hard shaft straining painfully against the thin fabric of my jock. His warm breath against my hole gave my knees the sudden shakes. He wrapped his arms around my legs, almost steadying me in place. I heard the sound of him inhaling deeply, and then the wetness of the tip of his tongue touched my skin just below my hole. He licked slowly upward, across my hole, tailing off as he pulled back to dive back in. He repeated his licking motion, slightly harder each time. Soon it wasn't even a licking motion, it was a suctioning as his lips locked around my hole and his tongue began pushing inside. My ass greedily opened for his oral organ. As I moaned in ecstasy. His right hand loosened from around my corresponding leg and reach up to my jock, pulled the pouched upward, slowly releasing first my balls, and then my own leaking hard-on. He let the fabric snap back against my groin, my throbbing member free only for a moment, before his hand slowly wrapped around it and pulled slightly, my foreskin sliding back to reveal half of an angry red head and a pearl or two of precum. I felt a finger touch the tip and swirl around my leaking juices; I throbbed again and a bit more of my man lube oozed out as his tongue pressed deeply into my hole. He continued eating me with vigor, slurping and working my hole hard and deep while he slowly stroked my dick. I had to reach down and grab his hand to stop him; I was getting so close and it was far too soon for me to lose the contents of my own balls. He paused his oral assault, and I felt his shoulder brush my right thigh as his hand switched to his own rigid tool. "Are you ready boy? I'm starting to create a small pool of drool here." Taking another deep breath, I replied "Yes, I want to feel you inside me." He stood back up behind me, and gently pulled me back upright. But this time, as I stood, his well positioned cock head found itself sandwiched between my ass cheeks, just below the entrance to my inner body. Despite my ass feeling incredibly wet from his saliva, I could feel the wetness of his precum as his head slid easily within my crevice, painting my skin with his noxious fluid. He again wrapped his arms around me, his hairy chest again tight against my back as his hood slowed its back and forth until it was right on my hole. He gave a slight push and then it was there; against my hole, almost painfully spreading my cheeks due to its girth, and wet as anything. I knew he was ready to begin his toxic conversion of my young body. But how that painfully large head would make it through my tight ring was enough to give me pause. And then he spoke, almost as if he could read my every inner thought. "Shhh, I'll go slow, but once I start I won't stop until I'm in, and it will hurt as the base of my head finally enters you. But then it will be over and you will feel a pleasure deep inside your body you can't even imagine." And with that I felt him slowly push forward, the tip of his head emerging from under his foreskin as he slowly began to separate my opening, his piss slit ever so slightly entering my chute. His cock flexed and I heard the words that told me there was no looking back. "Mmmm, I just leaked some precum inside you. The start of my toxic seed. I've never taken a pill; there's no regimen for my strain. And there won't be for you anymore, your soft asswalls are already being lined with my death." He pulled back slightly and pushed just a little deeper this time. I knew barely half an inch was inside me, we had just begun. And he pulled back and pushed again, begin a short repeating rhythm. Each time he pushed a little further and my ring separated a bit more. Gradually I felt my hole begin to reach the limit of what it had ever opened to before, and still I knew he barely had half his head in. His rhythm continued each time pushing deeper as we stood there, him holding me tightly. My hole was beginning to feel a slightly painful stretching each time he thrust into by ass, and that pain continued to grow as, with each thrust, more of his massive knob entered me. Involuntarily I began to rise up on the front of my feet, but his bear hug tightened and he pulled me back down onto my flat feet, spreading my hole more than it had ever been before as our opposite motion slammed his head deeper than it had yet been. "Shhhh, we're getting there, don't worry, it will be in soon." My eyes closed and tightened as I tried to ignore what was becoming a significant pain as he pressed even more. A few more thrusts and then he prepared me for what was about to happen, saying "It's time, I'm going inside you now, take a deep breath. It's okay to let out a yell." He withdrew almost completely, and then began his final thrust; he was giving me the final half inch of a nearly two inch head this time. He pushed and slid forward, the stretching beginning one last time. As he again reached my point of discomfort, I tried once more to rise up but he knew I would and held me tightly. The thrust continued and a moan slowly turned into a groan of pain that grew as the pain achieved a level I had never felt. I cried out. "Oh shit, please stop. I can't go any further! It's too much," tears forming and leaking from the corner of my eyes. "Shhh, no stopping, one little last thrust." And with that his hips bucked forward and I screamed out in agony as the base of his head ripped through my opening and my poor, overstretched hole clamped down gratefully on his shaft in relief, no longer past its ripping point. I felt an instant relief from my hole, but a dull ache from my chute as that monster still stretched the soft lining of my rectum. "There we go boy, I'm in. You did it. You have my head inside you, leaking my generous AIDS lube to prepare you for a fuck you'll never forget." My knees, weak and wobbly from his breakthrough, nearly gave out, but somehow his frail body held me in place. Just two inches of head inside me, and another seven inches of shaft behind it, waiting to join its leader in the soft, wet, and warm recesses of a hole that was already doomed. His entrance was complete.

Happened yesterday. Working from home, and have been battling the urge for quite a while. Started with some porn, daddies and slings and dildos, huge cocks and cum dripping holes. It started to get away from me, lube and a butt plug. The the stash came out. Just one shard of T in my ass can't hurt. That burn is a real thing, and it amplify's the craving. Now i am on my hook up site - filtered to monster and large cock. Im still telling myself, not a good idea, maybe just smoke a rock and work the butt plug in and out till I shoot. One rock - never happens. Three in I have messaged Mr Big Dick, Im in a very slutty mood I let him know, if you like my profile, come over. A quick bit of chat and I am down the road to meet him. He follows me back to my house and walks in the door. Smiles. I promised you my clothes would come off immediately, so lets go downstairs. I get naked and smoke another rock, wishing I had poppers to add. Mr Big Dick is HARD, and THICK and way to much to get in my mouth. More rock, and I try harder to swallow him as he lays on his back. He has a great smile but a dirty dom streak - telling my to suck his balls - I do, suck his cock - I am in heaven. I suck for a while, I spin around and put the butt plug in, Mr Big Dick works my hole. I have to drink some water and then I slobber more on his cock and balls, his so fucking huge stiff cock and tight ball sac. Now, I tell him, I want that cock in my ass. Beg he says, smiling. Please, please let me sit on your cock - yes he says. I blast 2 rocks, spinning, i straddle over top of hm, lube his monster and start sliding down. ITs FUCKING THICK. I slide, I push a bit, I jump off, smash a big rock, Im back, and, i get him in my fuck hole, its a stretch, its so goooood. Slight pause, reposition my legs, hes thrusting up, Im just barely taking him, buy I want him and make it happen. Fuck, ass full of thick stiff cock, buried in me. Hes smiling, I am out of my mind. Move my legs and now, I am riding him, up and down squeezing on the up slide looking at his face as he feels me working his cock; stopping , squeezing, riding. Now I need more from him - I want you to Fuck ME now, smile from him, beg. I hope off, smash two rocks and with smoke leaking from my mouth, i get on my knees, ass up look over my shoulder and say - I beg you, pleasseee, put your monster fucking cock in my slutty hole and fuck me. Now I get it all, its bordering on brutal, painful, but oh fuck, spun and loving the ass pounding. He drops me flat, on my belly, and fucks me more. Its been a while, need a short break but my ass is greedy so immediately I grab the butt plug. Wait he says, do your smoke. Its a big rock, im holding smoke he says, come here on your knees, Hes standing, put that toy in your ass, and taste your ass by sucking my cock. Never before, zero hesitation, Its good, im spun, sucking a huge cock from my ass with a butt plug jackhammering in and out of my slut hole. Good slut he says, your a pig - also new for me, also love being called that. He turns and I notice he has a sexy small round ass, before he tells me, I smile, I pull his ass cheeks apart and tounge fuck his hole with everything I have. Spun, ass to mouth cock sucker, ass eating fuck slut. Fuck I love being a bad boy - and now I need more days off, more rock, and more big cocks to worship, and fuck my hole.

I obligate myself to honesty - when asked on sites to disclose, I am honest. When asked by an individual, I am honest. I feel comfortable with my anchor being honestly - and I go beyond to ensure that people know my status just to be sure. It is not anyone's obligation in any relationship (romantic, sexual, etc.) to disclose ad nauseum any and all things about themselves which may impact them coming together... especially when there is a well-understood and assumed "risk" associated with unprotected sex. But if you ask, I'll answer. Bottoms who can stealth a top with HIV are some super-human mutant @bikerarmpits - this is a very rare occurrence...and frankly, wouldn't be worth the douching effort of the bottom. My post link below, supporting @PozBearWI comment above. We all make questions, and choosing to be informed is one of them - so I'll live happily in the "I was honest when asked" universe...

Bob’s Visit Bob has been a great friend since our college days. Together (although often at a distance over the phone), we celebrated our milestones and we grieved our losses, including the young death of our house mate and friend Dan during the worst days of The Plague. Years ago, he was the first person I told when I found out that I was HIV+ and he listened to me talk out my fears. Though our paths after our university days diverged, we always talked every few months just to catch up. With my career and job travels, it was easy to unintentionally lose touch with friends. So, one day, after about two years absence, I picked up the phone and called Bob. He was thrilled that I called him, but he sounded a little down. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that his marriage had ended about two years earlier. I asked if he wanted to take the Acela (train) and spend the weekend at my place and we could talk and have some drinks. He readily accepted. The following weekend, Bob showed up on my doorstep, and we embraced as two old friends. “So, what happened?” I asked Bob. “Ugh. It’s a long sordid story and I only have myself to blame,” Bob replied. Bob’s wife, Maria, had long suspected that Bob hadn’t been faithful to her (you know -- the Italian guy thing). But she had never directly confronted his infidelities. One weekend, their doorbell rang and Bob answered it. Their neighbor and his wife furiously entered Bob and Maria’s home to confront Bob. “The guy was jabbing his finger against my chest and yelling at me, and Maria walked in and demanded to know what was going on,” Bob said. The neighbor said, “Your husband gave my son syphilis and chlamydia!” “Their 20-year-old kid was home from Brown University for the summer. This guy was hot. I mean, smoking hot body and not at all twinkie. Varsity baseball player…you get the idea. Well, I popped his anal cherry within the first week of his summer break. I fucked him all summer long and he was insatiable…he was always bugging me to fuck him, so it was kind of worth it. Anyway, he went back to Brown last fall and started fucking his girlfriend again after the summer break. Then, he found out I gave him some STDs when he received the results from his team physical exam. Shit, I didn’t even know I was infected. Anyway, he infected the girlfriend, and he had to tell her. So, she broke up with him and then she told his folks that their perfect son was a diseased faggot!” Bob always was a drama magnet, and I wasn’t surprised that his infidelities caught up with him occasionally. “Sex with Maria stopped long ago, so the marriage was sputtering along, and it was just a matter of time until it was pronounced dead anyway,” he explained. “I’m just glad I never gave her any kids.” I knew for a fact that Bob had knocked up at least three girls in college, but they all had abortions fortunately. “So, what’s next?” I asked. “We sold the house and divided all the property up. So, it’s like a clean slate for me,” he said. Fortunately, Bob’s business was doing very well and he’d managed to shelter it from the divorce somehow. We decided to go to a local bar for dinner and had some good quality time talking about nothing and everything in our lives. It was getting late, and we left the bar to head back to my place. I settled Bob in the guest bedroom and then went to bed myself. I hadn’t been under the covers for five minutes before Bob knocked on the door. I told him to come in. Bob was naked and walked in with a sexy dumb grin. He had kept in great shape and his big soft cock hung down over his balls. He walked over to the bed and got in next to me. We kissed and he whispered into my ear, “It’s been too long since we did this.” I didn’t say anything, but I started to nibble on his otter pecs which still drove him crazy. His cock was instantly hard as a rock, and was dripping precum onto my tonsils a few minutes later. “I hope you got those STD looked after,” I commented with a smirk as his cock head popped out of my mouth. “Sit that smart ass of yours on my face, you sexy cunt,” Bob replied. I was on top of Bob and he parted my ass cheeks as he dove in and started to rim me out. I was facing his feet and started to suck his cock in a 69 position which Bob has loved since I’ve known him. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, as I went down on his cock. I pulled off, “I need you to pound me right now,” I moaned. I got up and straddled Bob looking into his eyes, as I lowered my ass to his cock head. I reached back and rubbed his head all over my hole, using his pre-cum to lube up my tight pucker. I put the pressure of my weight on it as Bob held up a bottle of poppers to my nose. I huffed the brown bottle, and he slid right into me. I rode him for a few minutes, and he sat up and tongued my nipple, and I raised my arm so he could huff my pits. He sniffed in my scent as he got even more excited. He positioned me on my back so he could put my feet against his hairy pecs and then he entered me again. We looked at each other as he piston fucked me like a cheap whore. We both loved rough fucking. My cock was rigid and leaking as Bob punished my prostate. I was on the edge of cumming when Bob grunted and I felt him flood my hole. Once he was done, he pulled out and took my cock in this mouth and sucked it like a man with an insatiable thirst. I screamed as he sucked every drop out of me. We were both spent, physically and mentally. Bob put his hairy arm around me as he was the big spoon to my small spoon, and we drifted off.

Exactly! To hear gome moan and feel his cock throbbing makes me cum!

"Never waste a drop!" My motto, swallowed or better still painting my guts. Something tells me Rick's charged load is soon going to find more than 'Just a place to stay' in Dan's no longer straight ass.

Daddy with big hairy chest and musky pits.

It was a Friday afternoon. It seemed like an ordinary Friday afternoon. I was over at my uncles to visit for summer break. I had just graduated high school and celebrated my 18th birthday. I wanted to go somewhere in the sun for my summer trip abroad but my dad was adamant that I come visit my uncle. My dad says that he was lonely being all alone since my aunt had passed away some years ago. My dad insisted that I would get more out of a trip there with uncle Lee than anything I could do with my friends. So to my uncle’s place in California I went. I got a warm reception from my uncle. He said he had been waiting for me all day and couldn’t wait til I got there. He showed me around the place. I had not been there since I was in grade school so it was like a completely new place for me. He showed me the kitchen, the living room, the study, his room and finally the room that was to be mine for a few weeks. It was really nice. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn that it was the master bedroom suite. It was huge with a king size bed and it’s own bathroom with his and her set up. It had a beautiful glass shower with a funny looking shower head; more of a wand really. I said wow, is all this mine for the visit? He responded with an enthusiastic yes. Uncle Lee told me to unpack and get comfortable and he would be back with some iced tea I opened my luggage and placed my clothes away in the drawers. When Uncle Lee came back, he had 2 glasses of iced tea. He handed me one and I graciously accepted. It had been a long flight over to California and I was super thirsty. When I drank from my cup, I remember the taste being weird. It was sweet. Lord only knows how much sugar was in the tea. But also, there was a slight bitter taste to it I couldn’t place. Well, whatever the irregularity was, it didn’t matter. I downed the drink and put the empty cup down on the dresser in front of me. We then walked back into the living room. we chit chatted for a while. The usual how was your flight? What have you been up to? What was I planning on majoring in college when I start in the fall? That’s when my uncle decided we should take the conversation out to the backyard. When I first walked out onto the back patio, I was in awe. It looked like a perfect desert oasis. A nice sized swimming pool, a jacuzzi to the side of the pool, and plants everywhere. There were tall bushes that blocked the view of the neighbors. I suppose it gave the entire backyard some natural privacy. Plus the size of the property the house was on, the neighbors were far away enough that they wouldn’t hear anything from the backyard either. The sun was beating down on us. We were starting to sweat. My uncle turned to me and asked if I wanted to jump in the pool and cool off? I told him I didn’t have any trunks or boardshorts. (I was ill-prepared for California sunny weather.) He said don’t worry, that we could just jump in with our underwear. Before I could answer, he had dropped his shorts revealing a pair of boxerbriefs with a sizable bulge. I caught myself staring at the bulge until I was woken up by him calling my name. Earth to Jonny. Earth to Jonny. Hello there! I snapped out of my trance. I finally responded with I’m sorry uncle but I don’t wear underwear. Nothing but me under these pants. Maybe I should go get something to put on? He interrupted, no underwear – no problem! He dropped his boxerbriefs down in an instant. He looked at me and said, just us men here right? And then he jumped in the pool. For a moment there I was frozen. I had seen a flash of my uncle’s trunk of a dick. It was nice and thick and had to be at least 5 inches long, and this was soft. Now I was having a moment of panic. I wasn’t ashamed of my body. In fact, I was in great shape from high school wrestling. But I knew I had to get in the water before I started sporting a hard on. So I stripped my shirt, socks, and pants and jumped into the cold water. It felt great paired with the warm weather outside. The cold water also helped keep me from popping wood. We splashed and played in the water for some time. I don’t know how long it was but at some point I was starting to really feel relaxed. I loved the feeling. I could just lay back and float. My uncle jumped out of the water and grabbed a towel. He said he would be right back. I admired his body as he toweled off. He definitely worked out and kept care of his body. He was a UILF alright… Uncle I’d Like to Fuck. He had great tan with boarders at wear his underwear would normally sit. They were hard to see, his tan lines, but they were there. Especially with how hard I’m looking for them. And then he was gone inside. I laid back and floated until he came back. He had a small tray with 2 glasses of that great iced tea. I started to gulp it down but my uncle checked my manners. I acknowledged his comment and took the time to sip the rest of the drink. He slipped back into the water and we resumed our water play. After some time had passed, the weather shifted from sunny to slightly cold and cloudy. My uncle says we should head inside before the mosquitoes get to us. I walk out of the water and he hands me a towel. As we dry off, I try to steal more glimpses of my uncle’s dick just laying between his legs. I get sloppy and he glances back at me as I’m obviously ogling his package. I get scared but he just winks at me and goes back to drying off. I’m left a little mortified. I stare down at my own dick. It seems inadequate compared to his. In reality, it wasn’t that far off from his. I was probably 4 inches soft on a good day. The cold water had shrunk me down a bit. I finally look up at him. He is finished toweling off but does not go to cover himself. In fact, he has the towel over his shoulder. I quickly wrap my towel around my waist and we go back into the house. We sit in the living room on the couch. Uncle Lee starts up his gas fire place. It feels nice and warm against my cold skin. We start talking about family and what brought me to the house this summer. I admitted it was all my dad’s urging. My uncle understood and said he knew. Evidently my older brother and 2 older cousins all came up to Uncle Lee’s house before they started college. It was an unofficial rite of passage. Whatever that meant. I must have really liked the fire because I’m feeling super relaxed and just calm. My uncle caught sight of how mellow and relaxed I was. I must have looked like I was melting into the couch or something. Uncle Lee asks me if I want something to help me charge up? He gets up and says he’ll be right back. I say yeah, I’m expecting him to grab a beer or something. Before he leaves the room, he says I should finish drying off my hair. I feel my hair and it is a bit damp. I look to see if he’s back and I’m alone. So I pull off my towel and rustle my hair – drying it off. I finish drying off my hair and just leave the towel draped around my neck out of routine. It isn’t until my uncle comes back and is still naked with his towel over his shoulder do I realize my now naked, on the couch, with my towel where it is. I tell myself I have to play this cool. I have a slight panic. Im trying to remember if my uncle knows I’m gay. I can’t recall. I am scaring myself. If I pop a boner and he gets weirded out, what happens then? OMG, what’s going to happen? With all this calamity in my head, it takes me forever to realize what my uncle brought out. He dropped on the table a glass tray with some powdered lines on it. I finally see the scene. My Uncle Lee is handing me a rolled up bill. He says just don’t tell your dad. I’m shocked. I don’t know what to do. Is this some sort of test? As if reading my mind, my uncle says ok slowpoke, I’ll take the first line. He snags the rolled up bill and bends down and sniffs up one of the lines. He pops back up with instant energy. Whoh! He exclaimed, and says it’s my turn. He hands me the bill again. I accept my uncle’s generosity and snort a line. He says go ahead and finish it off. There are two lines left. I do one in the left nostril and one in the right. Boom! I’m feeling good. I say that doesn’t feel like coke. He answers, yeah that’s because it’s not. I ask well, what was it then? He replies, that’s little Miss Tina. I was shocked. Cocaine was one thing every once and a while. But meth, this was something different all together. I was surprised, I was always told that meth was horrible drug that would destroy you. But I am feeling good. My uncle gave it to me. It can’t be bad if my uncle gave it to me, right? My uncle sits closer to me. Our legs are now touching. He turns on the tv and we just chill there and watch some Simpsons reruns. After some time passes, I turn to my uncle and ask if he has anymore Tina for some lines. He turns to me and says, not for lines, but … He gets up and walks away. He returns with a pipe with a round bulb end, a baggie of crystals, and a torch. He sits next to me again and again our legs touch. It sends a shiver down to my dick. I feel it grow out just a tad. Uncle Lee asks if I’ve ever smoked Tina from a pipe before? I say no. He says Ohh, a virgin I see. I instantly reply, who you calling a virgin? We both have a long laugh. He filled up the bulb with 3 shards. It almost fills the bowl. He turns on the torch and the heat melts the shards. He tells me to pay attention to what he’s doing. He head the bulb and waits for the white vapor. He says that’s how you know it’s time to suck. He put it to his mouth and inhaled the vapor. He let out a big white vapor cloud. It almost blocked my vision before it dissipated. He put the pipe up to my mouth. He said he would heat the pipe for me this time but to pay attention. The vapor starts and I start sucking. He tells me to hold it in for a second and signals me to let it go. A small cloud escaped my mouth. He says that was the free trial, now for me to take the real first hit. I go back to sucking the vapor. I hold it in, 1 sec, 2 sec, 3 sec … I release a big white mess. The smoke goes everywhere. My uncle says Good Boy. My dick thickens a bit hearing him say that. We go back and forth 5 times before the bowel is empty. He sets it down on the glass tray. I lay back on the couch and just feel great. My uncle says I’ll take that. He snags the towel from around my head and I’m left completely and utterly naked. I look down and realize that I’m almost completely hard. I try to hid my boner between my legs. My uncle catches me and starts to laugh. I’m mortified. He tells me it’s okay. It’s natural on tina. Well, sometimes it has the opposite effect but both mean that you are extremely horny. He says everything that feels good is elevated on tina. He says that whatever makes a man feel good is okay in his house. I look at him and say I’m gay. He responds with yeah, I know. Your dad told me. it’s part of the reason you were invited here. We wanted you to learn about sex in a safe and nurturing environment. I’m taken back a bit. Oh I know about sex. I’m not a kid. Uncle Lee looked me up and down and agreed, yeah, you’re no kid alright. He grabbed his half hard dick and waved it at me. You finally ready to suck on this? You’ve been eyeing it for a while now. come on, its cool. In this house, it’s just about what makes you feel good. Uncle Lee walks over and sits next to me on the couch. I immediately get down between his legs and put his meat in my mouth. I’m able to get it all in the first go. I tried to show off my skills but it was still growing in my mouth. By the time it was at full mast, his 10 inches were hitting the back of my throat. My lips were against his small batch of hair around his dick. Uncle Lee exclaims, oh you can tell you’re the gay one. Your brother and cousins were horrible at sucking my dick. I tried to come up and ask what? However, Uncle Lee just put his hands on my head and pushed me down further on his dick. I suck him off for a good amount of time. Not enough for him to cum, just enough to edge him a bit. I come up from my knees and stand up. I stretch in front of my uncle. He surprises me by getting down on his knees in front of me and taking in my 8 inch dick into his mouth. Oh fuck, who knew my uncle was an experienced cock sucker. He expertly attacked my dick. I was trying to put my hands on his head and fuck his mouth but he was having none of that. He just pushed my hands aside and kept his own rhythm. Eventually I just yielded and put my arms up over my head. He pulled off my dick long enough to spit on his fingers and went back to sucking. His two fingers, now wet with spit, found their way to the entrance of my hole. they wiggled their way inside. He pushed them in with a bit of force. I took them up to the knuckle. I felt him wiggle his fingers inside my hole. Suddenly he grabs me by the waist and moves me. we change places. Im now between him and the couch. The faces me toward the couch and pushes me forward. I place my legs up on the couch and torso up against the top of the couch. This positions my ass right were his head is and he starts licking my entrance. Lightly at first, just grazing the puckered hole. he lets the spit build up and then pushes his tongue into my hole. As he makes my hole a wet mess, I’m moaning like a little hoe. It feels so good. I feel him pull away from me. I sigh in disappointment. Then I feel his fingers back in me. but this time it’s burning a bit. At the tip of his fingers, its burning inside. I try and pull his fingers out but he just pushes further inside of me. This continues until the burning starts to subside, then he pushes in a third finger and my hole greedily accepts it. I’m back to making noises that should never be heard in church. I’m starting to feel like I need something more in my ass. Like a nice big dick. Oh that’s exactly what I need. But he’s my uncle, would he even entertain the idea of fucking his nephew. My thinking is interrupted by a dickhead being pushed into my hole. his is shaped like an arrowhead so it enters relatively easily. I get a couple inches of him in me before I feel my hole strain to stretch around the thickness. I feel my uncle reach around me and works some uncle magic. He placed his right hand on my dick and started slowly jerking me off and his left hand started tweaking my nipples. The feeling of both of these things happening at the same time allowed me to unclench and boy did he take advantage. He pushed the remaining length into me in one go. 9 inches of uncle meat in my ass. Once fully inside of me, his hands abandoned their stations and went to my waist. He grabbed me by the hips and started thrusting. It felt like his dick was a jackhammer and my hole was the lucky concrete getting smashed into pebbles. He got tired of this position so he pulled out and had me lay on the floor next to the fireplace. He changed his mind and had me sit up. I didn’t care where he put me, I just wanted to fuck. He says patience is a lesson to learn too. He reloaded the pipe and we hit it a few times. Thicker and thicker the clouds got. We kept going until the bowl was gone. Uncle Lee told me to lay down again. I obeyed. He got up and maneuvered so he came down into a 69 position. He started gobbling down on my dick while pushing his hole in my face. I knew exactly what I should be doing. I pushed my tongue in and started munching down like a starving child. I had his hole dripping wet in no time at all. He got up off me and bend over head down ass up. He was offering me his hole and I definitely was not objecting. I got up behind his ass and stuck my two fingers into his wet hole. He moaned and I knew this was meant to be. I lined my dick up with his ass and pushed forward. I felt my head go inside and the pressure inside his hole was perfect. Tight enough to feel it but not enough to stop me from going forward. I pushed forward slowly and got all 8 inches inside him. He let out a long loud moan. Now, I’ve had sex before but I have always been the bottom. This was my first time being the top. I was on sensory overload. The ass felt so good; amazingly good. My inexperience showed in the pace of my thrusting. I was like a rabbit running to the finish line. At one point, my uncle pushed back to halt me. I paused my thrusting and he started pushing back onto my dick. He varied his rhythm. He was teaching me with every push backward. I was eager to take back over and pushed him flat on the ground. I was flat against him now. I know I had just learned a lesson on going slow or at least varying my pace – but I wanted to nut. So I went back to thrusting like a madman. I was close, oh so vary close when my uncle pushed me off of him. He laid on his back and instructed me to sit down on his dick. I obeyed my instructor. Once I was sitting on him balls deep, he had me maneuver around to see what angles I liked best. When I came across the perfect angle that grazed by prostate, he told him I found it. He proceeded to fuck me in that angle. I was riding him like a stallion. That dick was hitting me good. Without warning, without touching, my dick starts spurting out ropes of cum on my uncle’s chest. One even hits him on his chin. I’m still in the euphoria of my ejaculation when he commands me to keep riding. I do as I’m told. A few minutes later, he is grabbing my waist and thrusts forward up inside me. I feel a warm wet mess being deposited deep in my ass. We stay in that position for a few minutes, letting the heat off our bodies calm down. I’m spent. I feel like he is spent. We get up and use the towels to wipe off all the cum. I look at my uncle and tell him that this was amazing. I loved him teaching me about tina and fucking on tina. Uncle Lee replied, oh that’s just today’s lesson. We have a whole summer break to break you in.

A nice smile with white teeth.

Two guys, one for each end. The first taught me to deepthroat. I would lay on the bed with my head over the side and he would feed me his cock. Slowly at first, trained me up, and got me to where he would FUCK my throat. Saliva running down my face, gasping for breath when I could, and I fucking loved it. When he came he would mash his crotch to my face and choke me with his cock. I had a few time where I choked and shot his cum from my nose. Probably helped my create my "messy fuck" fetish. Fuck I am so horny thinking about that now. The other guy loved to fuck and had a thicker cock than I had ever had before. We did the standard "suck and fuck" most of the time, I suck him hard and then he'd fuck me. The first time we fucked he rammed it in. To be fair I begged him to when I mouth-measured him, I knew I had to have that as hard as it would go (yeah, pain freak here). And holy shit did he go for it. I didn't tap out but damn I lost my breath at first. Once he got going I was in Heaven. I got him to choke me as well and he was into it. We fucked like rabbits until he moved to Florida. I love most all cocks, but those two guys trigger some very fond memories and a hardon. If you will excuse me for a bit..

@Sfmike64 you can ask @viking8x6 - I REALLY AM a super big rule follower in most every part of my life when it comes to following guidelines.... except for the vast expanse (words chosen) of my sex life! 🙂

Chapter 5: Heavy Lifting and Loading The next day, by eleven in the morning or so, the entire party was to be seen on the deck area around the enormous free-form pool, or on the adjacent beach. Swimming in the pool and the ocean alternated with lazing in the sun. Hectic pool games alternated with snoozing and some cuddling on the double-size loungers. What might surprise a normal observer of gay resort life was the near-total absence of any groping, grab-ass, serious making out, hands inside swimsuits, and so on. Everyone was already feeling tired, and everyone knew that more recovery time was essential if they were going to make it through the week without completely going to pieces. Off to one side, Farouk and Thor were putting their heads together again, comparing notes, and sharing feelings. “I just don’t know if I have the energy to go through with this for a whole week.” “Farouk, you need to stop worrying about it. Have more faith in yourself.” “It’s not just physical stamina I’m worried about. Emotional. I’m realizing that I really want to meet that special someone and settle down. A life of endless hook-ups with random strangers just isn’t working for me like it did when I was twenty.” “I’m not with you on getting to that point – well, not yet anyway. But what I do know is that you need money to live, and we are getting pretty well compensated here.” Even as he said it, another one of the older men sauntered by, dropping envelopes on the foot end of each of their loungers. They called out their thanks and then opened the envelopes – and found a token for “US$100” in each one. “Like I said….” Thor’s perfect comic timing made Farouk laugh, and Thor joined him. “I don’t know, Thor, I didn’t really consider the possibilities of going husband hunting while we were here, but now that I think of it….” They both laughed again and then ordered more drinks and some snacks from the next waiter who came by. Later on, they joined in a rowdy game of volleyball at one end of the serpentine main pool, although they played on opposing teams. And then, as the clock approached the magic hour of 5:00, they walked off together towards the special rooms, having found that they were located just two doors apart. Their departure was watched carefully by several of the older men. There were a few people among those present who had seen these two young men settling onto two side by side loungers once again and had begun to wonder if Thor and Farouk were a couple or perhaps were drifting towards becoming one. Lars was one of them. This was not a development which he had foreseen, or he never would have followed through with bringing Thor for this Christmas week. Before leaving the terrace himself, Lars had a few quiet words with the Club Governor who nodded in agreement, then signaled for his personal assistant and gave him some concise instructions. By 5:00, Thor was ready to roll again, lying on his bed naked with his cock jutting up into the air above him. Right on the dot, his door opened and closed and in walked a man he hadn’t met before. In fact, this man was a stranger who had just arrived, as Thor would certainly have noticed him earlier. This man, perhaps age 40, was a good solid 5 inches taller than anyone else Thor had seen yet on this holiday. Not just tall, he also had a beefy, muscular build, well shown off by his fitted tee shirt and tight compression shorts. To make sure that Thor didn’t miss the point, his visitor grabbed the bulge in his shorts, giving it a firm squeeze and then eyeing Thor in a manner that indicated not suggestion or enticement but command. Thor began to scramble back to his feet, but before he could get off the bed this dominant man leaped on top of him like a stalking leopard, pinning him down, and proceeding to grind his bulging basket against Thor’s rigid cock. He then kept Thor pinned down with a hand to the chest while he used the other hand to yank down his own tight shorts, letting free a cock which was already up to eight inches and plainly still growing. “Now, suck!” Commanding, demanding, the first words he had spoken came out in a deep, heavily accented voice which made it plain who was in charge here. Thor got the message at once. “Yes, sir.” He quickly got the head into his mouth and began working on it. The man holding him down smiled a little. “Good boy.” When Thor took too long at drawing more of the huge tool into his mouth, he earned a sharp smack on the cheek. “Deeper, now!” He coughed the thick, blunt end out. “Yes, sir.” Then he dived right back on it, going deeper, or at least trying to. Thor wished he’d taken some time to practice on his Official Rod Rammer Dildo (“Modelled From the Actual Erect Cock of the Famous Adult Film Star!”), to loosen his throat more. He was struggling as he hadn’t struggled since he was a total novice. “Deeper, boy.” The merciless hands grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go farther down. Thor had thought he’d gone as far as he could, but he now found he’d been wrong. He kept struggling to breathe as those strong hands refused to relax their grip, pushing him forwards and downwards onto the man’s tool, which was now past ten inches long, still growing, and getting harder with it. Thor gagged again, pushing the man away, but almost before he could get a breath in, let alone two or three, the hands were forcing him back to his task. “Suck me, boy. Take it all!” “Yes, sir.” Thor made another valiant attempt to swallow the huge intruder. By now his throat was aching, his eyes were watering, but he managed to get another inch farther down. He was only about an inch and a half away from burying his nose in the guy’s bush. The intoxicating scent of natural man in his nose somehow loosened his throat muscles and he dropped down that last short distance, hitting the bottom at last. His relentless dominator actually purred at the sensation. “Ahhh. Good boy.” Then he began pumping. Pulling out and then thrusting back in and down, this giant fucked Thor’s face without mercy, driving and pounding until Thor had tears streaming out of his eyes. He knew that this was how he was going to take the first load of the day – the steadily rising grunts and growls from the top guy made that obvious – and he hoped the man would cum soon. He did his best to work his aching mouth and throat around that enormous tool. It was working, The sounds were getting louder, the strokes were getting faster, the man’s breathing was getting more and more irregular. Then he emitted a loud roar, thrusting all the way down Thor’s throat again as the floodgates opened and multiple pulses of semen jetted out, one after the other. It was all Thor could do to hang on for the ride. Finally, he pulled back, That enormous dick slid out of Thor’s mouth, and the man wiped the remaining sperm on and around the tip across Thor’s cheek. “Gooood Boyyyy….” This time it really was a cat’s purr of contentment, long and low, rumbling out with a note of warm satisfaction. “Thank you, sir.” Thor managed to speak the words between bursts of choking and spasms of coughing as he struggled to swallow the whole enormous load. He figured that this man must have shot off three times as much as a normal top, and he realized ruefully that he was probably going to be in for a prolonged round of bathroom visits tomorrow morning, a usual penalty for him after enjoying a binge of sucking and swallowing. The giant top man rolled off Thor and laid down beside him, drawing him close. Thor felt like a small child in the embrace of this enormous man. Very much to his surprise, this big dominant top man now switched modes, going in for a prolonged and enjoyable bout of easy kissing, warm snuggling, and gentle caressing. After a time, though, that gigantic cock began refilling for another round. “You have toy?” “Right here.” Thor scrambled off the bed, opened his bag, and came back with the Official Rod Rammer. His partner recognized it at once. “Rod Rammer! Very hot man. Very nice fun boy too.” It took a second for Thor to process that one, but when he did his eyebrows shot up in shock. “You fucked Rod Rammer???” “He like big dick in his ass. Very much he like. I give him plenty. You like too?” Thor was still struggling to wrap his mind around the image of Rod Rammer, the top’s top of all time in gay porn, taking this monster cock into his hole and actually enjoying it. But he managed to squeak out a reply. “Yes!” “Good boy. We use toy first, open you up.” Thor took the hint, rolling onto his face and thrusting his hips up, then sliding a pillow underneath to hold his ass up high. Behind him, he heard the slurp as the pump on the bedside table delivered a squirt of lube on demand. Then the cool touch of the liquid in his crack, the spreading of lube across his hole, and the blunt finger gently penetrating him. He was grateful that it was gentle. The finger moved farther in, twisting and flexing as he worked to relax, to open, to prepare for what was coming next. Another slurping sound and he could hear the hand sliding up and down the dildo, spreading the slick lotion all around the shaft and over the tip. Then he felt the tip resting against his hole. He took a deep breath, huffed it out, pushed out with his hole, and the lips opened, the tip lodged inside. Thor was ready. Relaxed and ready. He worked backwards and swallowed the first five inches of the toy into his ass. “Good boy.” The tone was quieter than before, almost friendly, Thor thought. He swung his head around and looked back. Just as he did, he felt a big paw caressing his ass cheek. Then he saw this aggressive giant smiling back at him as he slowly rotated the toy, pushing and pulling it in and out of Thor’s ass. Thor moaned his approval and loosened some more. Another inch vanished inside him. Thor had a sudden surprising thought. This guy’s making me feel totally safe, in a way I’ve never felt before. Is this the same unpredictable volcano-ready-to-erupt that came into my room a while ago? He moaned again. “Good boy. You like?” On a sudden inspiration from nowhere in particular, Thor replied. “Yes, Daddy.” His partner’s face blossomed into an ear-splitting grin, and Thor realized that he had just pushed the magic button. This guy’s main turn-on was the daddy scene, and Thor had stumbled right into it without even being told. The dildo continued stroking in and out of Thor’s ass, moving smoothly and without haste. It kept brushing up against Thor’s gland every few strokes – just enough to keep him well revved up. “You take mine now?” “Yes. I’m ready now, Daddy. I want yours inside me.” The dildo slowly slid out. Two huge hands fastened onto his waist, pulling him upright. Then this huge man, this daddybear out of a porn wet dream, laid down beside him on his back. He smiled warmly at Thor and gestured at that killer cock, standing bolt upright out of a forest of hair. “My good boy. You ride me now.” Thor did his best. Even with the preparation, and even though he was willing to give it his all, he struggled to get past the first bit. The head, yes. But after that, the shaft got wider and his hole was stretching and straining to get past that wider bit. At last he managed it. Now he was able to slide a bit farther down. He had about half of it inside him. “You like?” “It hurts, Daddy – but I want it.” Thor could feel his various internal functions struggling to get out of the way of this tree trunk. He pushed. Another inch vanished inside. He had to bite his tongue to avoid laughing at the sudden image of Farouk trying to fight this giant off so he could stick to his top-only role. Another inch went into him. “You okay, boy?” “I’m getting there.” Thor’s face was contorted with the effort he was making but he was rewarded with another inch. He was about two thirds of the way there, but the rest just wasn’t going to go in without some more active persuasion. It was time to start riding. Thor drew up slowly until he had just the head gripped in his ass lips. Then down. Another struggle to get past the thick part. Up. Down. It was getting a bit easier now. His hole was growing accustomed to the thick part, and he was now able to slide past it either up or down with less effort. His giant companion’s face was wreathed in a blissful smile. Thor knew he had to try even more. He reached the bottom, moving faster, and was rewarded with another inch and a half. Now it felt like a log had been jammed into his ass. He ran a hand down his belly and felt the unmistakable sensation of that massive tool poking into his abdominal wall from the inside. And he still didn’t have all of it in him. He changed the arch of his back a bit, pushed down still more, and there he was – completely impaled on the biggest damn cock he’d ever seen in his life. And he was still moving, despite the pain and the strain. Now his ass was smacking down onto the man’s body with every move. “Good boy. Now we fuck. Turn.” With one huge meaty paw guiding him, Thor pivoted around that door post inside him. Then the giant wrapped his arms around Thor, lifted forward and stood up. Thor was hanging in the air, how far off the floor he couldn’t guess, but those huge muscular arms weren’t letting him go anywhere. His partner was guiding him to ride, and he did. Slowly at first, then faster, until he was bouncing up and down on that enormous dick, arms around the man’s neck, legs flopping free in the air. This would be the greatest porn fuck scene of all time if a camera caught it, Thor thought. “You want cum, boy?” “Fuck, yes, Daddy. Cum in my ass!” He bounced a few more times and then the giant forced him down all the way onto that massive tool and held him there, roaring and grunting. Thor couldn’t have worked his ass muscles to save his soul, but he didn’t need to do that. He could feel that huge log contracting and pulsing inside his body and knew he was getting filled up with a load for the ages. At last, the waves of orgasm ebbed away, and his partner let him down onto the bed. Thor was gasping for air as if he had done all the work himself. “Gooood boyyyy.” The purring cat had returned. They were lying on their sides now, facing each other. The gigantic tool was still embedded deep in Thor’s body and showed no sign of shrinking at all. But its owner caressed and kissed him gently, and Thor responded in kind. “That was amazing, Daddy. Thank you.” After they’d been making out for ten minutes or so, still firmly connected together, Thor guessed that he was still going to get more. “I give you more?” “Yes, Daddy. It’s your pussy, use it.” And the action began again. This time, they remained on the bed, with the huge top man pinning Thor down to the mattress. The only switch came when he pulled out long enough to roll Thor onto his face and then worked that girder back into his boy’s hole. Thor was feeling the strain. It was a peak level experience, no question, but he was definitely feeling the strain. He lay there, moaning and whimpering, beaten into submission at last. And that giant cock kept right on plundering his ass pussy, on and on – until, finally, the enormous tool convulsed and blew out another epic load of sperm, sperm which in moments was squeezing out of Thor’s tortured hole around the huge shaft that was still twitching and pumping deep inside him. It ended at last. That enormous cock gradually softened, and Thor’s ass was able to squeeze it out, although it would take a few minutes for that wide-open gape to close up again. A slow cascade of two giant economy sized loads of spooge oozed out of the cave and drooled slowly down Thor’s taint and onto the bed covers. His enormous daddy leaned down and slowly, meticulously licked up all of the wayward sperm, and then he rolled Thor over and kissed him, exchanging those two immense loads with his boy. “That my good boy.” “Thank you, Daddy.” They took a lengthy shower together, carefully cleaning and soaping each other, and then rinsing each other off and toweling each other dry. Then that giant top man pulled his clothes on, tucking his pride and joy carefully back into his compression shorts. Thor slipped on his own shorts and, as the chime rang for dinner, they headed out to the dining room together. During the meal, Lars dropped by and asked Thor to step away from the table for a moment. Taking him over to the wall, Lars asked, “What did you do with Dimitar? I sat with him at dinner and he couldn’t stop talking about his ‘good boy’ and what a wonderful time he had. I asked him to point you out.” “I took all of his cock in my mouth, and then in my ass. And he came 3 times, 1 mouth and 2 ass, just for the record.” “Well, that’s not nothing. Each year, there’s maybe one apprentice who can take his whole cock one way or the other. But I’ve never seen him looking so happy, and I’ve known him for years.” Thor thought back over the afternoon, and then it hit him. “Oh, right. And I called him ‘Daddy’.” “Is that so? Very interesting. So that’s his scene. That must be it. He couldn’t stop talking about you until one of the others asked to change the subject. You really made a big impression on him.” “That’s good to know. He sure as hell made a big impression on me.” “I can imagine,” Lars replied in a dry tone. After dinner, Dimitar met Thor at the door to walk him back to his room. When they got there, Dimitar wrapped Thor in his big arms, kissed him some more, and then asked, “You sleep with me tonight?” Thor’s hand instinctively went down to feel his very sore ass. “I don’t know….” “Okay, no more play. I want to sleep with my good boy. See you look at me when I wake up.” Thor made up his mind. “Yes. I will sleep with you for tonight.” “I come back for you at midnight.” He kissed Thor again and left. Thor took some more time to clean himself up, and to apply some soothing ointment to his aching fuckhole. He made a private vow that he was definitely not going to bottom again for at least two days. He hoped that whoever was coming in for the evening wasn’t planning on fucking ass. But nobody came for about half an hour. Thor wondered if this was normal. Then, a few minutes after ten, the door opened. He looked up in surprise when Dimitar walked in again, along with the executive assistant to the Governor. It was the assistant who spoke. “None of the other members are coming in tonight, Thor. Dimitar spoke to me, and I am releasing you for the rest of the evening. Use your extra rest time well.” “Thank you, sir.” The executive assistant left. Thor pulled his things together, and as he did, he asked Dimitar a question. “Is this usual? I mean, nobody coming in for the evening.” “It happen. The old men, not get hard so easy as young boy like you.” “Is that all?” Thor’s voice took on a slightly stern note. He was remembering what Lars had told him at dinner. Dimitar’s face flushed into the endearing look of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I maybe tell some of them to see other boys now. Your ass need rest.” Thor laughed and Dimitar joined in. He wrapped his big arm around Thor, drawing him close to his side, and they walked out of the room and down the hall to the guest suites wing, with Thor resting his head contentedly on his daddy’s shoulder. He was thinking of the token for five thousand Euros which he’d found in his toiletry bag, but also of the feeling of comfort and safety that had come to him in the afternoon. They walked into Dimitar’s suite on the top floor – one of the extra-large suites with the best view of the ocean. There weren’t many personal possessions around, though, and Thor deduced that Dimitar had not only arrived late but also had not sponsored an apprentice. He stood at the window, admiring the view of the moonlight sparkling across the water. Dimitar walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Thor. They stood like that for a few minutes, and then Dimitar said, “Come. We get in bed now. We tire each other out today. Sleep now.” Thor turned back towards the bed, peeling his clothes off. He hesitated for a moment when he got down to his jockstrap, then slid that off too. His daddy was already in bed, enjoying the view. Thor slid down under the covers, and Dimitar smuggled him close. Thor cuddled right up to the big man, draping an arm over his chest as he curled up, resting his head in the crook of Dimitar’s broad shoulder and brawny arm. Thor’s sleepy mind summed up his day and its ending. I think I need more of this in my life – not just sex and partying, but this kind of closeness and this feeling of safety. They soon fell asleep like that, and both of them slept a long sleep of deep contentment. Thor awoke as the sunrise splashed around the edges of the blackout curtains. He slipped out of Dimitar’s embrace, got up, pulled on his shorts, and slid between the curtains, opening the door to step out on the balcony in the fresh morning air. A perfect morning to just stand here and drink it all in – this entire incredible experience. Ten minutes later, Thor was relaxing in one of the chairs on the balcony when the door opened again, and Dimitar stepped out, carrying two cups of steaming hot coffee. As he put the cups down on the table, Thor stood up and then embraced him while they kissed in the morning light. “Good morning, Daddy.” “Good morning, beautiful boy.” “Thank you for the coffee.” They sat side by side, sipping the coffee and each immersed in his thoughts. Despite being still completely worn out by the ace in his hole yesterday, Thor couldn’t stop glancing at the monster inside the front of Dimitar’s boxers. Even relaxed, it made a more than impressive bulge. Dimitar noticed. “You like, boy?” “I like, but there’s no way I can take it again after yesterday.” Dimitar smiled shyly. In a hesitant voice, he asked, “You do… something else for me?” “What would you like?” “I not do it often but… you fuck me?” Thor couldn’t conceal his astonishment. But when he looked at this big man with the pleading, puppy-dog eyes, he simply couldn’t resist. Nor could his cock, which was rapidly swelling up in the front of his shorts. Without a word, he stood up, took Dimitar’s hand, and led him inside. He pushed the big guy face down over the edge of the bed, then peeled down his boxers and buried his face in Dimitar’s deep crack. At the same time, he wiggled his own shorts down and off. In no time, he had his tongue probing into his daddy’s hole, digging right into the biggest ass he had ever eaten. Twin mounds of solid glute muscles were squeezing his head on either side, but he was getting there, his tongue was hitting the surface, it was delving down into the musky hole. His hands struggled to grip the asscheeks, but he couldn’t even dig into the solid muscular hardness. Thor let one hand wander down below his busy mouth, down into the canyon between the massive thighs, until he found something else that was hard. He wrapped his hand as far around Dimitar’s dick as he could get, feeling it pulsing under his touch while his tongue drove further into the tight manhole. Dimitar moaned and groaned his loud approval. Thor withdrew his tongue, replacing it with a probing finger that got inside the tight hole, feeling the muscles clamp down hard on him. As Dimitar kept moaning, Thor finger-fucked him, eventually adding a second finger to loosen the hole even more. As he kept working his hand in and out, he leaned down and murmured, “Ready for your boy’s cock inside you, Daddy?” “Yes, yes! Give me cock, boy! Want it in me!” Thor moved up over that muscled ass and planted the tip of his cock against Dimitar’s hole. He began pushing, and the hole opened and let the head in, then clamped down again. “Loosen up, Daddy. Just relax. Relax so your boy can make you feel good.” All the time, he kept the pressure on, steadily leaning down and forward. After a few minutes, he had sunk all the way inside the burly man under him, his hips pressed down right against his daddy’s muscular butt. “I’m all the way in you now, Daddy. You’ve taken my entire cock.” “Good boy. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!” Thor took him at his word. Even though his cock felt like it was trapped inside a virgin ass, its owner had made clear what he wanted and there was no real hint of rejection or struggle, just some very tight and hard-working muscles controlling the hole. Thor had to add some extra lube because of that iron grip, but he enjoyed the next ten minutes as he had rarely enjoyed fucking an ass before. The snug fit and hard stroking of his daddy’s ass muscles were part of it, but so was the feeling of gratitude for the chance to give this generous man something he really wanted. “That’s my good daddy, taking his boy’s cock so well.” “You wonderful boy, fuck me great. Go harder.” Thor ratcheted up the speed and started slamming in harder and harder. “Yes! Yes” “Fuck… fuck… that’s so good. Fuck, Daddy… I’m getting close…” “Yes, boy! Fuck Daddy deep, hard. Want your cum!” “Gonna give it to you… fill you right up… fuck, Daddy, I’m… fucking cumming!” “Cum in me!” Thor felt his cock swelling and let out an inarticulate roar as his tool convulsed, flooding Dimitar’s deep hole with a sudden explosion of sperm. “Yes! Yes! Give to me, boy!” Suddenly the hole seized his dick in a death grip. He had to stop fucking because he couldn’t have moved if he tried. Below him, Dimitar was convulsing, his cock exploding all over the bed underneath them. As his orgasm ebbed away, and the vise-like hold on Thor’s cock relaxed, he started stroking again and in a matter of ten seconds or so pumped out the rest of his load, the part that had been choked off and held back when Dimitar hit his orgasm. Thor suddenly felt weak in the knees. He slowly pulled out and then fell on the bed beside Dimitar, eyes closed, sucking great lungfuls of air. Then he felt the giant hands taking hold of his face and opened his eyes. Dimitar was smiling down at him, an angelic smile. “Thank you for fuck me so good. You my wonderful boy.” They kissed and cuddled for a while longer, and then got up and showered together, helping each other with cleaning off all the evidence. When they were dressed and ready to go down for breakfast, Dimitar stopped Thor, looking him in the eye. “You my wonderful boy. I give you special present.” He pressed something into Thor’s hand. Thor looked at it. A token for ten thousand euros. “No, it’s too much.” “Take, boy. You earn. You take my cock, you give me yours. You make me happy, call me Daddy. Special, beautiful boy. You take.” With his big hand, he curled Thor’s fingers gently around the token. “Thank you.” “I see you again some day.” Thor didn’t even have to think twice. “I hope so.” A last embrace and kiss, and they headed down to breakfast. Thor headed back to his suite with Lars after eating, to change for the pool and to stow the token away safely. Lars caught him as he stepped out of the shower. “So, you spent the night with him.” Thor nodded happily. “Good for you. He’s generous. But I don’t like that smile on your face. Trust me, this isn’t the time or place to fall in love.” Thor laughed. “No need to fuss, Lars. It was special, but it wasn’t love. Something else, I’m not sure how to describe it.” Later in the day, though, as he drifted in the pool on a floating chair, Thor figured it out. It wasn’t love they’d exchanged. It was understanding. Each of them had found and realized an essential part of the other, recognized it, and honored it. They had each reached out and touched some need in the other, a need usually hidden deep inside. As it happened, they didn’t meet again during that Christmas week. Both of them were too busy playing the field. In the many years that lay ahead, though, a night or weekend spent together became a regular feature of each winter, a highlight in the year-end holidays for both Thor and Dimitar. It was a chance to catch up, to share experiences, and to rekindle that special and never-failing bond of understanding and closeness between them.

It is a shame the Minneapolis no longer allows bathhouses. It is still an easy city to hookup with plenty of uninhibited pigs that aren't at all shy about fucking in a group. At least as of last month, that was still true, I'm sure things are a little more tense right now.

Man's Country in Chicago around 1996 and then MANY times after that. I liked to rent the DeSade room just off the performance space on the top floor. I'd just open the door and get in the sling and take any cock offered. One night I took my career best of 23 loads in one stay. Incidentally, it was also likely the place where I got converted. 🤪

Nipples - my tits clamped and worked; hairy chests - oink

A man’s smell. If a man smells like a man my legs go up quick. I love to breath in his musk. Hairy men are best for it. I could practically cum from burning my nose in a man’s pubes. This is for any and all men.

I live when a guy doesn't ask. He just starts to piss while I'm sucking his cock. I especially love if he holds my head to I can't pull away.

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

The funny thing was my dad was the one that offered me up to my uncle. Long story short, my dad had health issues growing up, moved to the US in his teens and my uncle was the one that took care of him. So he liked the fact my uncle and I “got along” lol.

We returned to our conversation. "I would think with you fucking her earlier today you shot your load", Rick questioned OMG did he hear us, crap I am in trouble I thought. "Oh you heard us" I said in a shy scared way like I got caught doing something wrong "Yeah, she was moaning really loudly. Sounds like she was enjoying your cock", Rick said "Yeah, she did" I said awkwardly. My cock started to get a little soft. "She came didn't she", Rick asked "Yes she did. How do you know?", I replied "I heard her scream and the way she moaned. How do you know when she cums" Rick asked "I can just tell. Her pussy squeezes my cock", I said "Am I in trouble? She just wanted to see my place. We didn't stay long and she wanted to fuck cause we hadn't had sex in a longtime" I said in an apologizing tone and nervous cadence He laughed," It's ok, it's natural. You are handsome man with a beautiful body and a gorgeous cock. If I were her, I would want to have sex with you too. You are so sexy Dan.", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me. I could feel his eyes ravaging me. My rock hard cock suddenly started to leak more precum. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say that", I said blushing. I felt warm all over. Like the cheerleader being told by the football team quarterback that she was beautiful. "Did you cum when you fucked her" Rick asked "No" I replied "Why not?" Rick asked "I don't know. I just didnt'. I just wanted to get her off and finish" I replied softly "Do you still enjoy fucking her" Rick asked "I guess so", I replied "So haven't cum yet today or in a while" Rick asked "No" I said as my cock was rock hard sticking up and oozing precum "Do you stay rock hard when you fucked her" Rick asked "No not really, it was difficult to stay hard after a while", I replied not sure why I was so honest with him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded stroking his mammoth meat. I stared at his cock. Then the TV action got louder. There was something about the moaning of the bottom yelling and begging the top to cum in him. It caught my ear for some reason and I looked at the TV. Rick noticed and smiled back at me. The bottom was in bliss being fucked. It reminded me of Jane and other girls I had fucked who had the same look. I looked back at Rick and stared at his cock. "How can it be bad to have such a huge cock", I asked inquiring "Well everyone wants it and sometimes you end up with someone who you didn't know everything about", he responded "Can I ask you a personal question", i asked "Sure fire away", he said "Is that how you got HIV", I asked "Kind of. I was with a guy who I liked and we were dating. We had a lot of sex not just as a couple but with other people", Rick said

I got up to use the bathroom. I probably drank too much beer, this always happens. It's just after 2:30am and I was still buzzing from all the beers and shots I took at the bar. I finished using the bathroom and heard moaning. I walked to Rick's bedroom and his door was open. I peeked inside slightly so I wasn't seen. He was on his couch watching gay porn on his TV stroking his cock. It was a young guy about my age and same body type on the bottom and an older guy around Rick's age on the top fucking the boy. The bottom boy was moaning and the top guy had a huge cock. The guy on the bottom was moaning from being slowly fucked by the hung guy on the top. It was strangely erotic. I didn't know why. I wasn't gay. I just fucked my gf earlier today. "How was your evening with Jane", Rick said I thought should I turn around. I decided to go in. "It was fine", I said "Come and sit with me. I could use the company", Rick said I walked in side and his eyes affixed on my body. "God your beautiful and I love your outfit" Rick said devouring my body with his eyes. "Thank you. Sorry my usual clothes and underwear are dirty. And oh crap sorry I am in my underwear. I should put some shorts on" I said pulling down my shirt and started to turn around. "Don't apologize, I saw you in your swimsuit and we swam naked yesterday. It's cool. Just two guys hanging out", Rick said "Its okay just sit down and relax" Rick said I obliged and sat down next to him. Our knees slightly touching. Sitting down I could feel my back of my underwear bunch up and so did the front, my cock protruded out more from my briefs. Rick handed me a shot of whiskey and a beer. We toasted and took the shot and chased it with beer. I thought I better slow down. He handed me another shot. "Thanks, I will take this in a bit. I had too much at the bar", I said "That's cool take your time", he said "You doing ok", I asked "Yes just bummed. I was supposed to have a friend come over but he flaked", he said "Someone your dating", I asked Rick laughed, "No a hook up friend" "Oh sorry to hear he didn't show up", I said. "It happens. I am happy you are here", he said as he kept stroking his cock "Just watching some porn", Rick said We both looked at the TV and saw the bottom taking a huge cock. The bottom was moaning and begging the guy fucking him to fuck him harder. "Harder harder, fuck me, pound me" the guy on the bottom was saying. I looked down at it and his slow stroking, precum leaking and his cock all wet. "You like looking at it don't you", he asked "Sorry I didn't mean to stare. It's just so big. I've never seen any like that before, that big", I responded looking at him, our eyes connecting. "Yes, it is. So is yours, " he said stroking his cock and looking at my cock. I didn't realize it was rock hard pushing out from my underwear. "Your cock looks like it is enjoying the porn", he said "Ugh yeah", I said. I went on to cover it up and also say because I hadn't cum in a while too it must be that. My cock was pushing thru my underwear and there was a large wet spot from it leaking so much. "Sorry to hear that you haven't cum in a while. Boy you are rock hard and leaking.", Rick said "Why don't you take it out. Let it free. It's so hard it might break in there. It's only us guys", Rick said laughing softly I pushed my underwear down slightly to let it out. It sprang out and some precum flicked onto my leg and his. "Oh sorry about that" as I reached out to wipe it off him. I finished wiping it off myself and he said, "Don't let it go to waste boy, go ahead and lick it.", Rick said He reached out and softly touched my hand and led my finger to my mouth. "Go ahead its your boy, you've tasted it yesterday" he said I opened my mouth and licked and sucked my precum. It tasted sweet and a little salty. "It tastes good doesn't it", Rick asked. I nodded. "Porn is porn whether straight or gay. It's to adults enjoying each other's bodies and pleasure. It's normal to get aroused. I know a lot of straight guys who watch bi or gay porn and get hard" Rick said in a comforting manner

Rick pulled down his shorts thew them to the side. I looked up at him his cock turgid but not erect but it was still huge. He saw me stare and jumped into the pool. He swam back towards me and popped up from under the water. "Hey kid", he said towering over me. "I hope you don't mind me taking off my shorts. I like to skinny dip in the summer. It's more freeing. You should try it." Rick said "Ohh I dont think so", i replied "Why not? No one is around and no one can see in the yard. You should try it. Its freeing and relaxing. Your stress will melt away." he said I got out of the pool peeled them off, placed them on the lounge chair and walked back to the water. "Come back in boy", he said his hand reaching out to me Rather than jump back in and make a big splash I walked over to the stairs and walked into the water. I could feel his eyes on me from me taking it off to the lounge chair and walking back in the water and it made my cock aroused. His eyes felt like they were ravishing me and admiring me. It felt good, i wasn't sure why. As I walked into the water slowly his eyes were on me. I started to feel self conscious and aroused at the same time. I swam near him. "How does it feel?", Rick asked I thought before I responded. "It feels good to be naked in here. It feels freeing. You were right. Freeing and liberating." I said smiling at him. For the rest of the time in the pool we swam, talked and even drank in the pool. He told me he used to be married but he ended up hooking up with men on the side, told her and got divorced. He also talked about his bf and that they broke up acouple of years ago and he has just been dating and hooking up with guys. I told him about Jane and I and we been together about a year now. "You gonna marry her?" Rick asked "Not sure", I replied "Why not?", Rick asked. "I don't know if she is the one. Also not sure I want to settle down. Maybe just play around and enjoy life, you know." , I replied "Then why stay with her? Just break up and enjoy life, right?", he asked "Yeah maybe", I said contemplating Rick suggested we get out of the pool and catch a tan on the lounge chairs. We both stepped out of the pool and walked over to the chairs. "Hey can you put sun screen again on me. I don't want to get burnt", Rick asked "Sure", I said willingly I applied the sunscreen on his back. I stopped at his waist and didnt know what to do. "Its okay to touch my butt. It doesnt bite. And would appreciate it so I dont get burnt.", Rick laughed and asked "Okay", I said I sprayed his ass and legs with sunscreen and rubbed it on. His ass was a bit saggy and notice some red spots on there. After I was done he offered the same. I hesitated as I was still naked. "Okay but let me put on my swimsuit", I replied "Why don't you want to be free and relaxed? And having no tan lines would be cool right", he said I agreed. He went to work first on my shoulders massaging it in. It felt good and relaxing. He actually massaged my shoulders for a couple of minutes. I began to relax and melt. He then went to my mid and lower back massaging. It felt good and he worked on some knots. "You have some knots in here. What you stressed out about. You are too young to be stressed", Rick said kneading me Then he went to my waist and started at the top of my butt. It felt good. I didn't realize I had tension there. Then he sprayed on my ass and thighs and legs. He worked my ass again with a massaging and squeezing motion. He slid his finger in my upper ass crack which made me tense up. "Relax, don't worry i'm not going to do anything you don't want", Rick said calmly and soothing. He went back to my ass cheeks and massaged them relaxing me again. He rubbed the inside of my cheek with the side of hand running thru my crack but not on my hole. It felt good for some reason. He did that several times and felt my cock getting hard. "Just trying to make sure you have full coverage on your cheeks. Don't want burnt buns", he laughed I laughed back. Then he started on my thighs. Massaging them and working them. Then he sprayed in the inside of my thigh and started to rub my inner thigh. It sent chills thru my balls and cock. It felt amazing. It was nerves I never knew i had. As he started working both thighs he would light graze my balls in the process. Now my cock was rock hard and I was trying to hide it. He kept massaging my inner thighs and stuck his finger on my inner thigh down to where it meets leg meets the groin and did that motion several times and use his fingernail on the way out light scraping or teasing my that area. I let out an unintentional moan and my cock throbbed. I started to leak precum. "Yeah just relax and enjoy it", Rick whispered in my ear.

Rick left and I looked through my boxed clothes and found my high school speedos. I was worried putting these on would cover even less now I am older and a little bigger. I was about 5 lbs more than I was in high school. I put them on and they fit but they were a bit tight. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall that was across my bed. I stood there and looked at myself, no shirt just speedos. I still looked good even though I wasn't swimming competitively. I swam at the local pool for exercise at least once a week so i still had the slender swimmers build and abs. Some of the weight went to my ass. As i was a little heavier they sat like low rise briefs at my hips below my waist and barely covered my pubes. From the front it was tight and creeped up my thighs even more than I remember. My cock showed thru more too. Turning around my ass was a little bigger and my ass cheeks jutted out more showing more ass. When I pulled up the speedo higher on my waist it pulled by more showing more of my ass. Turning back the front showed more of my thighs. I kept looking at myself and adjusting, making sure I looked ok and tried to cover up. I don't know why i wanted to look ok or even good. I went outside in the back and started working on the pool. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in at least 6 months. There were leaves, some debris on the bottom and scum. It was now about 7am and the sun was out as summer is hot here. I started cleaning out the leaves floating at the top. As I was half way done Rick came outside. "You look very nice in that swimsuit", Rick said walking over. "Thank you", I said blushing. I turned and looked at Rick. He was in a swim trunk that showed off his huge cock. They were boxing shorts like swim shorts no more than 3 inches top to bottom. They were white with blue outline and laced closure over his cock that show off a bit of his pubes. He looked hot even for someone in his 60's and thin looking with a slight belly. "I see you found something you like. Tell me what you are thinking now.", he said smiling at me "Sorry I was staring, your shorts done hide much of your cock" i said joking it off. "Neither does yours", he said placing his finger under the front side band near my right thigh of my briefs and running his finger around in the back and pulling them up a bit giving me a wedgie. "You look very nice", he said smiling and his hand laying down against my now more exposed ass. His hand felt warm and caressing. "Thank you very much" I said blushing and smiling back at him. I felt my cock starting to get hard. "Well better get back to cleaning" I said I went back to cleaning the top leaves. Rick went to get another net and helped me. After another 20 minutes we finished. The sun was fully out and it was getting hot. "We both better put on sunscreen." , he said passing my a spray bottle. We both started to spray and rub it on our bodies. Rick asked me to spray and rub on his back. I obliged and started spraying and rubbing it in. I noticed he had these red spots on his body. Not a lot maybe 3 or 4 on his back. "What are these red spots", I asked "Lesions. Don't worry they aren't contagious by just touching them", he said "Oh just was curious. Not to worry" I said rubbing his back. After I was finished, he offered to do my back. He started at the top massaging it in and giving my shoulders a massage. I moaned as it felt good. He then worked down my back also spraying and massaging it in. When he got to my waist he massaged under the waistband. It felt good but was worried how far down he was going. He stopped about an inch under saying as you move around so does your swimsuit so you should always cover under it. Made sense and let him finish. We got back to work and started to clean the bottom and walls of the pool. We both got into the water as the vacuum pole wasn't long. We finished about an hour later. Rick went inside and brought some sandwiches and beers. We sat on the lounge chairs and ate and drank. "How old are you", Rick asked "19 yrs old" I said softly "Your 19? I thought you graduated 2 years ago." he said surprisingly "Yes I did but i graduated a year early. Is that ok that i still rent from you? Am i too young?, i said worryingly He laughed, "No you are the right age. But not legal to drink. Don't worry its just us, have another beer." he said smiling back and slapped my knee as we were sitting facing each other and handed me my second beer. After my third beer and sandwiches I jumped back in the pool to swim and relax. I felt like some of my stress washed away with today.

Again sorry about typos and grammar. I went into my bedroom, put on underwear and shirt and lied down on the bed. I was both exhausted and horny. I tried to sleep but couldn't. I took out my cock and started stroking. I found myself not thinking about my gf but what just happened today with Rick. After only a minute of stroking, I moaned out loud, "Ahhhhhhhh", and shot a huge load all over my chest. I hadn't cum like that before from just masturbating. It was intense and a huge load on my stomach. I cleaned up and crashed. I woke up the next morning with the sun beaming in through the sliding door. I looked at my watch it was just after 6am. I got up and took more of my stuff into the bathroom. I placed some on the counter and then into the medicine cabinet. I placed some of my items in there and saw a bunch of prescription pill containers in there with his name on them. It had names I never heard of. I was aware of some prescription meds as my mom was a nurse and she always talked about medicine like for cholesterol or high blood pressure. One was Truvada and the other was Tivicay. I had never heard of those drugs. I closed the cabinet and started to brush my teeth. Rick came in and asked if it was ok to use the bathroom. I said sure. He pulled out his huge cock and I tried not to look but took a peek. "Its ok if you look, its natural. We are all men.", he said smiling. I smiled back and nodded and continued to brush my teeth. "Did you sleep well last night? I hope the bed was comfortable.", he asked I finished brushing me teeth and rinsing my mouth. "Yes it was, it slept like a log", I replied "I bet you must've after all that fun and release you had", he said "Huh what do you mean", I asked He stopped peeing kept his cock out and walked over to me. His cock brushed my hip. He reached over and touched my chest and scraped up the dried cum off my chest. Crap I thought, i didn't clean up all my cum. He took the scraped up cum and put it in his mouth and sucked on his finger like he was licking up delicious food. "Hmmm that tastes like sweet cum to me. Somebody had fun last night", he said smiling. He was barely a foot away and again I could smell his musty smell. "Ohhh yeah had to release. My gf didn't finish me off last night", I said nervously chuckling "Yeah I bet. You were thinking of her while jacking off.", he asked "Ughh yeah of course and other stuff", I said quickly backing away "Its cool. Again we are all dudes with needs and have to get off. You can tell me what the other stuff you were thinking about another time." he said stepping back to the toilet and started to pee again. I took a good look at his huge cock and tried not to stare. He glanced over and smiled. "Are you going to brunch or staying here to clean the pool. I want to be clear I am fine with you going to brunch with her and cleaning the pool another time." Rick said nicely "Thank you but I would rather stay here and clean the pool. I want to get it done for you to show my thanks.", I said "Good I can help you too if you need. We can hang out and get to know each other too since we will be roomates", he said shaking his cock with the last bit of pee dripping out. Ring ring... I went to my bedroom and looked at my phone. It was Jane. "Hello", I said "Hi sorry I was mad at you. I just miss you and wanted to have sex and make love with you." she said "I know I missed you too. Sorry i just have a lot going on right now with school and moving into the city." I said "Can we meet up today for brunch or later?", she asked pleading "I cant sorry. I promised my landlord I would I would do it today", I replied "Can't you do it another day I miss you. My pussy is so wet, I need your cock in me." she said in a moaning way "I'm sorry I can't meet for brunch, my landlord wants it done today.", I said I saw Rick standing in the door way. His cock was hard and pushing thru his thin shorts again. "And I want to do it today as I told him.", i added quickly "I am sorry Jane maybe we can meet later tonight", I said "Sorry I have to go now, ok.", I said "Ok text me. I miss you. Do you miss me?", she said "Yeah I miss you. Gotta go, bye", i said and hung up the phone Rick stepped into the bedroom and came near me. "Why did you lie to her", Rick asked "Uhhh I didn't really." i said defending myself looking up at him "Ok if you say so but I did say you could do it another time.", Rick said "Yes I know thank you but I do want to do as promised and like I said I need alone time.", i replied "So yeah maybe I did lie to her", i said finally "if you need alone time I can go and run errands while you clean or stay in the house", Rick said while reaching out and touching my arm caressing it. "No, I will do it and its fine. You can hang out with me outside or help. But only if you want to help. I want to do as promised and clean it for you." I said "Thank you for keeping your promise" he said and hugged me It felt comforting being hugged by him. And his smell was strong. His cock was hard now and pushing into my abdomen. He finally let go and said lets get ready. "I hope you have swim trunks" he said He mentioned his robot broke and there was some debris at the bottom of the pool. "Ohhh no I don't", i said "Hmmm I would loan you mine but I don't think they would fit" he said "Well actually I do but they are not swim trunks."i replied "What do you have", Rick asked "I have swimming speedos", I replied shyly "You do", Rick said smiling "Yes I used to swim on the high school team. I think I have a pair around here but its a little small and might not fit", i said "Ok put them on and lets see", Rick said standing there "Oh ok, can I change please", i asked "Of course, go ahead. I will meet you at the pool", Rick said

Rick walked in. I tried to use the towel to cover me but I didn't have any full bath towels. It was more like a half towel. For some reason I had it more at my chest so it was barely covering my cock that was still hard and poking out. He looked at me trying to cover my cock which was still kind of hard. "Have a nice time with your gf", he said smiling "It was ok. Why do you ask", I replied "Looks like someone had a good time...or not", he smiled back with a feeding look. He was clearly checking out my body. "We fought so no not that good", I said. I couldn't believe i shared that with him. "Sorry about that. What you fight about", he asked. I could see his turgid cock poking thru his sheer shorts and looked. He clearly saw me looking. "That I was late and she wanted to hook up but i told her she couldn't come back here so she got mad.", i told him "Thank you for following the rules", he said smiling. I could see his cock growing hard. Again I tried not to stare. "I also forgot we were supposed to go out tomorrow but told her I had to clean the pool tomorrow." i shared "If you need to be somewhere else thats fine. We didnt say it had to be tomorrow. Its ok.", Rick told me "I know I just wanted to do it for you. I am thankful for you allowing me to stay for free and wanted to show my appreciation.", I said "And she was in a mood and didnt want to hang out with her. I just needed some space.", I continued He moved closer and put his hand on my shoulder. I could smell his scent again. "Thank you. I am glad you appreciate it. You are always free to have choice around here. Once in a while I will have strict rules but generally i believe in free choice. Ok?" he said squeezing my shoulders. "Yes thank you", I replied "Your shoulders are tight, turn around", he said He spun me around and started to rub my shoulders. It felt good. I was tight from packing and stuff and just stress. He kept massaging me and could feel something touch the small of my back. He stepped in closer massaging me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and suddenly feel his cock poking the small of my back. His scent was strong. I was starting to feel so relaxed and my head spinning a bit. "You ok", he asked "Yeah feels really good", I said moaning "Yeah your tight", he said while massaging harder. I was relaxed but could feel his now hard cock poking me. "Thank you that was great im good now", I said stepping foward and turning around. It was the first time I really looked at his face. He was handsome with his moustache. His face looked a little tired and like he has loss weight over time. We were no more than 18 inches apart. He squeezed my shoulders a couple times and the asked can he take a piss now. We both laughed and I said sure and moved past him. We both faced each other and I was trying to keep cover and my cock brushed up lightly against his leg. "Ohh sorry about that", I said blushing "Not a problem at all. We are both men and have our needs. Our cocks sometimes have a mind of their own", he said pulling out his cock to take a piss. It was huge and turgid. It looked at least 9 inches and thick. He pulled it out and started to stroke it and looked at me. He clearly wanted to show it off to me. I couldn't help but stare in awe of it. I heard him talk but couldn't hear as I was focused on looking at his mammoth meat. "Hello", Rick said "Oh yes sorry", I replied "See something you like", he said stroking his now hard cock "Uh no just never seen one that big", I said back defensively "Really you have a decent size meat. Show me", Rick said "Uhh I don't think that's right", i said softly "Cmon we are just guys. Show it to me now", he said in a nicely but sternly I dropped the towel and showed him my also now hard cock. I had a descent cock. It was just under 7 inches. (yes I measured) with average thickness. My gf always raved about my cock and couldn't get enough. "Hmmm that's a nice cock. Your gf like it?, he asked "Thanks. Yeah she does" I replied "I bet you make her crazy with that thing. Your a hot guy", he said still stroking his cock. My eyes watching "Yeah she does. She creams all over it and cums hard on it", I shared. Again not sure why as i was saying it out loud. "I bet. She just enjoys being fucked. Enjoys your cock in her making her cum over and over", he said rhythmically "Yeah", I said stroking my cock He started to pee out of his massive meat which snapped me out of it. "I better go its been a long day. Good night", I said. "Good night and pleasant dreams", he said.

I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf. I arrive 20 minutes late to meet my gf, Jane at a pizza joint. About 15 minutes in she asked if I was ok. She said my mind seemed somewhere else. I said i was worried about starting school and getting settled into the city. We ate and had casual conversation. She asked if she could come and see my place. I said sorry that I cant take any guests over. She was a little angry. "How are we supposed to hang out?", she said. "Maybe we can go to your place or at a restaurant", I responded "And when we want to fuck?", she said "Its been a few weeks and I just got off my period", she said "Cant we go to your place", I asked "No not for the next week as my roomate has her brother over and he might hear us", she said. After that we got the check and went out to her car. We started making out and she grabbed my cock which was still hard from earlier and she pulled it out. "Someones been thinking about me", she said as she went down on me. "Ughhh fuck", I moaned. It didnt take long, more than a few minutes before I was ready to cum. Then....Thump. It was her friend banging on her trunk. Luckily she had tinted windows and at night you really cant see thru. I pulled up my pants and she got up. "Hey gf come with us to Lisa's house. She is having a party there", her friend said. My gf looked at me and asked if I wanted to go, i said no i was tired and it was a long day. She said she wanted to go and party but again had to push back and told her I was tired. She placed her hand on my still hard cock and told me to come with her. I pushed her hand away and said no. She being a bit pissed that this point said ok and we would hook up tomorrow as planned for brunch. I told her I couldnt cause my landlord offered me free rent but i had to clean the pool tomorrow. Now she was fuming. We had a set date and I had to cancel. I told her i didnt have a choice and promised the landlord i would do it tomorrow. She told me to get out and go home. I drove home and went into my room via the sliding door. I changed clothes and started to take my stuff (toothbrush, soap, shampoo etc) into the bathroom. I could hear the TV on in Rick's room. I walked closer and could hear moaning on the TV. It sounds like he was watching porn again. I quietly walked back to my room got clothes and stuff and jumped in the shower. Remembering the porn i got hard and started to stroke my cock. I was so horny between earlier in the day and my gf going down on me. After I finished i got out of the shower and was drying myself off when the door opened.

Part Five: The Weight Was Worth It ************************************************ My eyes continued to bring this new arrival into focus and I examined what was obviously about to become a twisted new player in this turn of events. He stood there, wasted just as much as my gifter, thin and boney, clearly older, marked with the same display of blotchy lesions and a thick cut cock pointing straight out in front of him. A large barbell piercing lodged in his cut head, his cock obviously thicker than my gifter's, but without the oversized head. In fact, his head was more or less a small triangle that quickly reached it's maximum width as it blended into the shaft. His erect weapon appeared to be ever so slightly shorter in length, but this time there would be no respite for my ass ring once he was inside me as his shaft maintained its thickness the entire way to his crotch. The piercing clearly had some heft as, despite being fully erect, his cock seemed "head heavy", quite a feat considering the head was just a minor part of him. The barbell was parallel to his cock, with the front ball angled downward from his piss slit, and the rear ball clearly visible on the underside of where his head met shaft. He began to move forward toward the bed. "He's quite the noise maker. Good thing no one lives nearby. Mmmm, quite a looker too. What's your name boy?" My name? It was then I realized that not since the first blink of my phones notification light had I or the man still lodged in me ever exchanged names; my ass wasn't just full of his cum, it was full of anonymous AIDS. And now it was time to put names to faces. My raspy voice from my now very dry throat forced out a reply. "Cameron." "That's a great name. I'm Tom. You've clearly already met Gary." Clearly. "Sounds like you two have been having quite the night. It was the hottest thing I've seen, watching the two of you fuck standing up downstairs." He had been watching us? What the fuck? I had neither seen nor heard hint of a voyeur in the room, but he definitely knew what we had been up to. On cue, Gary--I now had a name for the man who possessed ever inch of my torn, battered, bleeding, and coated rectum--joined in the conversation. "That's right boy, Tom and I enjoy watching each other. It's why we always keep the room dark, so no one notices the other one of us off to the side. And then, if and when we've moved ourselves upstairs, two becomes three, assuming our guest hasn't already called it quits." "And with Gary's wrecking piece, you can understand how often I never get the opportunity to join in. Rarely can an ass survive his first assault, much less take him back inside for a second." Listening to Gary and then Tom was twisting my mind; they were a team, working to tag men. And if Tom's lesions were any indication, he probably carried as potent a virus as his teammate. Again, Gary's mind seemed to read mine. "And for those who make it past me and can still accept Tom in, his piercing brings with it the guarantee that your insides will be torn sufficiently to allow our lethal loads entry into your inner being. Are you ready to take this final step?" I felt his definitely soft but still sizeable head begin tugging against my outer ring as he started pulling back, clearly ready to exit my ass and make way for the metalic intruder that was now pointing over the edge of the bed, right toward my face. The pressure built, not painfully so as it had before, and then I felt a pop as my ass right suddenly opened to expel the hooded demon that had wrecked it just moments ago. He half-slid, half-rolled himself off the end of the bed, as Tom crawled forward to take his place, his cock clearly ready to destroy whatever resistance my ass muscles could still muster. I took a moment to examine him. Yes, he was definitely older, perhaps late 50s to early 60s, short white hair, a white beard, and a dusting of white chest hair on a body covered by dark, leathery skin. He had that look of being overtanned a few too many times, and stretch marks told me that once upon a time he was quite muscular, until that muscle mass had wasted away, leaving stretched and wrinkled skin and lesions behind. His thighs still had a little muscle mass, though they now served more to accent the bulging vascular features, his veins clearly popping. His penis though, as had Gary's, seemed untouched by his wasting; it was thick, solid, and definitely engorged, no doubt at the site of what had to be my gaping, wrecked ass. He moved forward slightly, his head aimed toward my hole which was still elevated by the pillow beneath me. I felt the cold metal of the front ball of his piercing arrive first as it lodged itself inside the opening presented to it. There was no resistance as it popped inside, bringing his head forward to make skin-on-skin contact. I felt my ass open just slightly as the tip of his head moved inside just far enough to bring the second ball to rest on the skin surrounding my ring. I knew he wanted me to feel his augment, his enhancement, before it moved inside. "Have you ever had a pierced cock inside you boy?" It was Gary speaking; Tom's eyes were rolling back into his head, the warmth of my hole clearly already setting his mind to task. "No." "You are in for quite a treat. The back ball is right where his cock reaches full thickness to force it into the soft walls of your ass. It will scratch and abrade you, opening paths to your inner sanctum for our cum to continue converting you." "Oh fuuuuck." It was all I could manage to say as my head fell back against the bed again. The pressure against my ass again built, but this was already a bit painful. Where Gary had lubricated me with his tongue and precum before his entrance, I was now dry outside and Tom clearly did not leak those ass-preparing juices in sufficient quantities, if at all. He continued to push forward as my ass ring painfully expanded to give him entrance, the bottom of my ring being pushed inward by the second ball seeking to join his brother inside me; I had no doubt it was going to hurt when it busted its way in. And boy was I right. Suddenly my ass gave way and the second ball broke through and his shaft suddenly slide a good inch inside as my hole pushed out slightly, attempting to reestablish normal position. As if. God he was thick; where my ass had found relief after Gary's head gave way to a more tolerably thick shaft, Tom's rigid tool wouldn't give me that moment to breathe. This painful, stretched-out feeling was going to be constant. My eyes clamped shut as he continued to move forward, his dry shaft pulling my ass ring inward as he agonizingly forced himself inside. "You're doing well boy, I'm halfway there." "Ooooooh." It was like a moan, groan, and gasp all in one. His steady push forward continued, the second ball clearly pressing itself into me as it slowly inched internally, until I felt the hint of pubic hairs begin tickling my ass while simultaneously feeling his first ball pass though my inner sphincter and the second ball slide against it. He never stopped, pushing forward as I felt my inner block give way and his metalic insert fully embed itself in my inner core. His balls came to rest against my ass as his long, dry shaft kept me fully expanded. Despite the pain, this feeling of metal inside me, pushing outward, digging in while all the while scraping and gouging my soft tissues was something I had never experienced before. It was a sensation like no other and no matter how excrutiatingly full I felt I was determined to enjoy this. And while his cock alone would have been more than enough to fill me and inseminate me, after playing so many times with unpierced cocks I had clearly already decided that the "weight" was worth it.

I have been bi-sexual for years, but recently I had started fantasying about being fucked outdoors and being pozzed. I am a 52 year old white male about 6ft tall and 240pds with a 6 inch cock. I started reading stories of guys fucking on trails and public places on breeding zone. I found that I got turned on by the chance of being caught and being naked in public gave me such a hard on. I loved the thrill of possibly being caught sun bathing and being used by men and of course the chance of being pozzed. Here is my story of my first outdoor fuck and how I became poz.. It was late summer and the weather for the next couple of days was going to be perfect outdoor weather. I was searching some of the gay websites looking for fun when I ran across a profile of a guy that was looking for an outdoor experience. He wanted to come across someone sleeping and fuck them while they sunbathed but never be seen. I instantly got hard reading his profile.

Lips. Big wide lips. It's why I love to kiss.

Apparently, the old saying "the family that fucks together stays together" or something like that, is TRUE. 😃

Figured I'd share this because of the sheer insanity (and humor now that I am through it). Last weekend, decided to hit sniffies to see who was around. Got a message from a guy. Average size dick, not bad body, but profile said he loved raw. Chatted him up, he sent a vid of him shooting a MASSIVE load. After that, no question. We were hooking up. I am a total cum addict. He's hosting, texts me address, says he'll meet me at the door to the apt. building. I get there, and there's a dude waiting in the lobby right in front of the door. This lady walking right in front of me pulls out her keys but he opens the door for her and for me, I say hey, he says hey back, and starts walking back into the building. I follow. But I notice this lady is walking along with us. We all get to the apartment door and both the lady and the guy enter. I start to say something like, "wait, what?" And the lady screams "OH HELL NO!" and slams the door. Now I am SUPER confused. So I pull out my phone and check my messages. Dude I was supposed to meet at the door now says "Actually ring me on the callbox, I'll buzz you in". I followed some total random stranger to their apartment, no fucking wonder they were freaking out!! Dude must have been there waiting for the lady, not me! So I ring the dude, we have fun, he drops a GREAT load in me. Then I am walking out the building and I hear. "EXCUSE ME, STOP PLEASE". I turn around, and there are three cops in the hallway. Apparently the folks I followed called the cops! FUCK MY LIFE SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY So now, I have to explain this whole fucking mess, to a bunch of cops. I am just like, fuck it. Yeah, I was here for a hookup. Met the dude online, thought other guy was him. These cops looked SHOOK. Like, they couldn't believe someone would just tell them "yeah, I was here to get some dick in me." Long story short, I think they felt more uncomfortable than I did, so they were like, "be more careful next time" and let me go on my way!

He kept that motion, it felt so amazing. I never felt anything so good. My ass lifted itself up a little wanting to give him more access to that spot and wanting him to touch it more. Then my phone rang. My body went back down and Rick stopped massaging me. I picked up my phone from the table next to the chair. It was Jane. I answered. She asked if I was free for dinner. I looked at my phone. I didn't realize we had been out by the pool for so long. It was almost 4pm. "I really miss you and want to see you.", Jane said "I know. We are still finishing up cleaning the pool. We are not done yet", I said Then I felt Rick touch me again. First softly massaging my ass and then my inner thigh. I let out a soft muted sigh and moan. "What did you say?" Jane asked "I said ohhh yeah. It would be good to see you." I said recovering "I gotta go. See you at 5:30p at the Italian place on 5th.", I said "Ok babe, I can't wait to see you. I love you. Say you love me please", she begged "i love you too. Gotta go. Bye", I said quickly and hung up the phone "They have good food there.", Rick said still massaging my inner thigh. He was more tender in his touching now. As I turned to him, I could see his hung cock hanging there hard but not fully erect. Our chairs were only a foot apart now. He saw me look at his cock and put my head back down. My cock was still hard and could feel it leaking precum as my groin was wet. "Thank you for putting sunscreen on my back area. I think I better go now.", i said "You're welcome it was my pleasure. You have an amazing body Dan. You have some not rubbed in yet." he said as he did one more massaged of my ass cheeks and spreading them feeling the cool air in my crack and on my whole then finishing on both my inner thighs and running his fingers into that area where the leg meets the groin. He pushed his hands in essentially lifting my body off the chair and ran his fingers and nails thru causing an electric shock thru my body. My cock throbbed. He did these two more times and my hard cock flopped back down but rather than be under my stomach it fell under my balls downward so when I landed my cock and head was now exposed to him between my legs. "Ohhh I see someone likes my massage. It's leaking a lot Dan. Have you been leaking all this time?", Rick said jokingly "Ohh yeah sorry", I said quickly. This position made my cock only harder. It was like being pulled back away from my body. I could feel more precum leak out of my cock. "Don't apologize boy, like I said we are all men with urges. You should be comfortable with your desires and listen to your body. Give into your body's needs. There is no judgement here. We are just to dudes enjoying each others company." Rick said while rubbing my thighs and legs, relaxing me again with his touch. "So why did you lie again to her?", Rick asked "What do you mean?", I asked back. His touch was still relaxing me and removing my defenses and my cock rock hard. "You told her we were not done yet. We clearly are. You could leave now and go and meet her", he pressed "I don't know", I replied softly "Maybe you just being here, free, naked, relaxed, no stress. 2 guys just hanging out.", he said while still rubbing me, now focusing on my inner thighs again. It felt so good. "Yeah you are right I lied, it feels good to hang here with you. I feel relaxed and free. I don't feel judged." i confessed "She judge you a lot", Rick asked " Yeah kind of. Always criticizing and judging me and others.", I said "Then just relax and enjoy the moment boy." Rick said softly

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

I think it really IS an addiction. I thought I would do it one time and now I can't stop. That was like 8 years ago.

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

The first time I sucked a black cock was at a video booth place after I let a guy get me really fucked up on poppers and then he got me into another booth with 2 of his friends and more poppers until I was on my hands and knees sucking his friends cocks and getting stroked by him as he was playing with my ass crack. He easily got me to smoke his pipe and got me so fucking crazy high and horny that I took his friends loads in my mouth and on my face before I realized that he was fucking me until I got really hard and started cumming on the floor. Anyhoo, they laughed saying that was easier than they thought it would be and left me there trying to get myself together but before I could, a black guy came into the booth with his cock out already and stroking it. I was afraid but he said he had just watched me being a dirty little cum whore and knows I will love sucking his cock. I said I have heard stories about guys getting addicted to black cocks and cum but I'm still really fucking horny and just one time couldn't hurt. He laughed saying most white guys say that the first time and then he sees them back here looking for more black cocks and cum. I said, let's see about that and started stroking and sucking his cock and was amazed by how thick and hard it was and how heavy it felt and started stroking his balls and sucking faster and harder feeling myself falling deeper into the urge or rather NEED for this guys thick black cock even as I kept telling myself that I was in total control. He pulled it out and slapped my face with his cock and kept tapping it on my lips and I suddenly told myself that this was a really bad idea! This fucker was right, I was denying it but at the same time I was so completely and unbelievably addicted to his big black cock and was willing to do ANYTHING to get his black cum in my mouth. He made me beg for it and after he filled my mouth and was getting ready to leave, he looked at me and said.....do you still think this was a one time thing??? I know you'll be back.