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Then he suddenly stopped and turned me over. He pulled me up on my knees and spread my cheeks and went back to eating me out. I moaned again putting my head down and just enjoying the pleasure. He got one of his old dirty shirts and put it under my nose along with worn underwear. I inhaled them and it made my buzz even further. After a few minutes of eating me out, playing with my balls and cock, I felt Rick stand up behind me. He put something wet on my hole and put his cock at the entrance of my hole. I was so in bliss and I felt him his large head enter me. I let out a scream in pain. "Ahhhhhh it hurts." I yelled "It's okay baby, it will hurt now but trust me you will be enjoying it soon enough. It will feel amazing. I promise. Have I been wrong yet?" Rick said comforting me "No" I said He pushed back again trying to get in. It hurt like hell and he had difficulty cause his head was fat. "Relax just breathe and smell my clothes. And now push back like you are taking a shit" he said I inhaled his shirt and got a buzz and pushed my ass out like I was taking a shit and holy crap it popped in. But it hurt. "Argghhhhhh" I yelled in pain. "Ahhh yeah that's it boy. I am in you. Fuck your cunt is so wet right now" he said. "Daddy stop please. It hurts. And you have HIV. I don't want to get AIDS" I cried out "Don't worry baby you might not get it." he said as he pushed forward into me. It was ripping me apart I yelled in pain. Now he had pushed me down flat on my stomach. He had his hands on my hips keeping me down. He kept sinking into me. "Ahhhhhh it hurts" I cried out He was now lying on me. "Don't worry baby you have half of me in you. Only a little more to go" he whispered in my ear. I felt his hands on my nipples working them sending shocks to my cock. He pushed further while pulling on my nipples causing pain in both. It made my ass not as sore. It hurt really bad. I felt each inch rip my hole apart in his width and pushing in his depth. Then I felt something in my belly. Like he hit something. He pushed and I yelled out in pain. I was tearing and it hurt bad. I tried to adjust but he was too big and heavy for me. I finally felt his crotch against my ass. "Ohhh Dan. I am finally all in you. Fuck your pussy feels so good. I feel it pulsing around my cock. I wants me in there. "Rick said in my ear kissing my ear and now kissing my neck. I moaned back. His hands still playing my nipples. I felt his slowly pull partially out and push back in. I kept letting out cries of pain as it still hurt but after a couple of minutes my ass felt like it adjusted or was just numb to his cock. He kept this up and his cock started to hit that spot his finger did but in a more powerful and intense way. I started to moan. It started to feel a little good. There was pain but now pleasure had entered from stage right. "Hmmm yeah your pussy enjoying this. Your pussy and my cock were meant for each other" he said. "Rick please stop soon. I don't want to get HIV please", I said in a half moan. He fucking me slowly and the pressure was intense and the pleasure started to build up. He pulled back with just the tip in. I thought he was going to pull out and in my body's betrayal my ass lifted up off the couch. It wanted his cock back in me. "Yeah your pussy wants DAddy's cock doesn't it. You want me to pull out?" he said as he pushed back into me. I let out a moan. I was in conflict. I didn't want HIV. "No please..." I moaned "Please what" he said as he sped up his pumping. "Please" I moaned He kept pumping. His breath got heavy. I knew he was cumming. "Please pull out please. I don't want to get HIV. Rick please" I cried out He kept pounding me. I tried to lift off but he was too big for me. "Yeah fuck your cunt is mine. I am going to cum in you. Give you my POZ load. You want it don't you. You want Daddy's cum in your cunt", he said. He was close "No please don't....don't" I yelled trying to push up "You sure, your cunt is squeezing me...your pussy wants it. You know you want it. You've always wanted it" he yelled My mind was racing, no don't want HIV, why would I. I don't want it. "Here is comes bitch" he yelled I felt his cock get bigger in which I didn't think was possible and felt him shoot load after load into me. I felt his hot cum hitting my walls. It was an incredible weird feeling. I just lay there taking it. I began to tear and sob a little. Rick kept pumping slowly until he was done with me. He pulled out of me and off me and sat back on the couch. I stayed lying down for a minute and slowly got up and sat up. "Dan you ok" Rick asked "Yeah, no, I dont know" I said tearing "I told you once I fuck someone I always come in them. Right?" Rick said "Yes" I replied "But I said dont cum in me" I replied "What did I just say. You knew" Rick said sternly "Yes I know", I replied "Then why did you let me fuck you in the first place", Rick said "You let me cock in you. You even pushed back on me a few times. I could feel your cunt pull me in" he said All this talk made my head spin. "You sure you didn't want me to fuck you and cum in you" Rick said now sitting closer to me. "I don't know why I didn't stop you at the beginning or tell me to stop when I asked?" I said "Maybe its cause you know you want me to fuck you and to cum in you" Rick said rubbing my thigh. "I don't want to get HIV." I said "You sure. I know you wanted my cum and you wanted me to fuck you. You even enjoyed it", Rick said "No I don't. I don't know what I want and didn't enjoy it" I countered back to him "You sure you didn't want it or enjoy it" Rick said pointing down to the couch. I didn't realize it but I had cum. There was a puddle of my cum on the couch. "I know you did. Your pussy wanted this. You wanted this. If you didn't you wouldn't have come with me tonight. You know I have HIV and I am not on meds. You see how I look. You know I am sick. But your pussy tells me otherwise" Rick said as his finger was now back in me rubbing my gspot. My cock was hard and leaking again. I was so confused. I had just been fucked by a man with HIV who is not on meds and he came in me. I don't want to get sick. What is wrong with me?

I went to my classes and then went back to work. I saw Professor Post in passing and he smiled and looked me over each time. He had changed to work pants but you could still see a little outline of his cock. We made small talk in the office around others but I could still feel his eyes ravage me. In one instance we were out in the main area and he brushed up against me in a narrow area and I felt his hand brush up against my ass. I was accidental but not in that his hand stayed for an extra second than it needed to. He walked away but turned back to see if I was looking at him and he saw me and smiled back. If felt exciting and good. He made me feel sexy, it was strange. After work I had dinner with Jane and her friends, we went to a bar after and then I got home around 11pm and was a drunk. I went home and jumped into bed and passed out. I got up around 1am and went to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. As I was finishing up Rick came to the bathroom. "Glad your up. Want to join me" Rick said with his hand out. He was standing before me naked. His cock turgid, I looked down at it. I didn't say anything I just took his hand and he led me to his bedroom. His TV was on and he led me to his couch. He kissed me slowly and lightly slipping his tongue between my lips. My head leaned in on its own wanting his kiss and his tongue deeper in my mouth. He was teasing me. His hands also were working my nipples teasing thema and pulling them, I moaned in his mouth. "Yeah, you want Daddy don't you. Just relax boy, I am going to make you feel so good." Rick said whispering in my ear. I leaned forward towards him wanting him. My hands were on his back caressing him, wanting to be closer to him. He pushed my head into his armpit. I took a deep breath inhaling his scent. My head buzzing now not just from the alcohol but his intoxicating scent. I kept smelling. "Take a taste" Rick said I took a small lick of his armpit. It tasted salty and tangy. I wanted more and started to not just inhale but lick his pit. "Yeah get it good, lick it up" Rick said. My cock was not rock hard and leaking. He pulled down my underwear. He didn't touch my cock but it hit his leg. He just teased my thighs and worked back up my body. My body was aroused and alive. My hands worked his body and found its way to his pulsing meat. I touched it, I could feel it throb in my hand. I massaged it and worked it. He pushed on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. Licking is huge head then licking his thick shaft. Licking it up and down and then taking it in my mouth. He pushed forcing me to gag. "Relax boy" Rick said I did and sucked on it with hunger and slowly took more of him in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged but regrouped and focused on pleasing this man with a massive thick meat. I worekd my way down till I had a good 7 inches down my throat. He moaned. "Ohhh yeah boy your a good cock sucker aren't you. You love Daddy's cock in your mouth right?" he said. I quickly nodded. I kept working his shaft sucking all his precum leak, wanting to taste him so badly. He picked me up and threw my on the couch length wise. "You are mine tonight Dan. I will make you a man" he said I looked up at him, this 60 year old plus man who in any other situation I wouldn't and I don't think most men or women would find attractive. He was balding, skinny, a little tummy pouch, a hint gaunt with nipple rings. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't hot on the normal scale either. But I found him so alluring, so attractive. I was physically attracted to him and had some connection. I just stared at him as he towered over me. It was late but I didnt care.

Sorry again for typos and grammar. Hope you enjoy it. He pushed my legs apart and lay down towards me and gave me a deep kiss. Our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. He was an amazing kisser that I let out a soft moan. I lifted my knees to his side pressing him keeping him there, not wanting him to leave. He broke away and work down my body sucking my nipples making me moan and wince both with pain and pleasure. His hands were all over me. I was so aroused at this point. He then lifted my legs. "I am going to eat your pussy boy" he said. "What, I don't have a pussy" I said back with a questioning face. He then went down and started to kiss my ass hole and lick it. It was something I had never felt before and the feeling send chills to my cock. Rick then started to tongue my hole. I couldn't help myself, I was both stunned and pleasured and started to moan. Rick dove in more and started to eat out my ass hole. I felt by body both tense and melt from the pleasure and my cock start to throb. "Yeah boy this is what a man does to a girl, eat her pussy. Make her wet. You know that. You've done that right? I am now eating your pussy" Rick said. My mind wasn't fully functioning. I was thinking....."Yes I had eaten pussy many times and made girls cum from it. But now I was being eaten out and it felt so good. But I don't have a pussy...right. OMG it feels so good. He is eating me out, it feel sooo good. I don't know what to think. I don't have a pussy. But it feels soo fucking good. "Hmmm your pussy is all wet boy. I hear you moaning like a girl. Feels good don't it. Tell Daddy." Rick said "Ohhh yes Daddy it feels amazing. Keep licking me and eating me please", I begged "Eat what Dan? Tell me, say it" Rick said "Eat me please" I replied "No. Eat what?" Rick asked as he stopped eating me out. I tried pushing my face on his mouth and he held me there. "Eat my ass" I said as I pushed back. He stopped me and held me there. "No it's not an ass hole. What is Dan? You need to say it if you want me to eat you out. I know you do" Rick said. He then used his finger to tease my hole. "Eat my pussy please. Please eat me out, eat my pussy please Daddy" I begged "Good boy" Rick said and then dived back in and started to eat me out. Licking and teasing my hole with his tongue, sucking me with his lips, feeling his scruff on my taint. I started to moan. "Ohhhhh fuck! Eat me Daddy. Eat my pussy please" I yelled moaning. My head was back and I want panting and moaning. He had his hands on my thighs while his head was down on my hole. I felt his tongue enter my hole and hot deep in me. I moaned out loud. "Fuck boy your pussy is all wet. Your cunt is so tight around my tongue" he said as he went back down to eating me. His hands rubbing my thighs. I was in ecstasy and thought it couldn't get better. Then I felt his finger enter my hole. It hurt and I winced. The pain went away as he alternated between his mouth and tongue and his finger slowly working it in me. I felt his finger go deeper in my hole and his mouth eating me out. Then I felt him hit something deep in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a loud deep moan. He pulled his finger out and played with my hole again but not putting it deep in me. "Yeah boy thats your G-spot. Just like a girl. Fuck you have such a nice pussy dont you Dan" Rick said "Yes daddy I have a pussy. I never knew I had a g spot like a girl" I said while moaning as he worked me over. He stuck his finger back in and I winced as I felt his fingernail scrape my inside. He alternated again eating me out and fingering me. I was in bliss. I felt something larger and I thought was it his cock. "Ohhh fuck Dan I got 2 fingers in you. Your cunt is pulsing boy. Your have a tight wet pussy" Rick said fingering me. He would hit my gspot and make me see stars.

Rick's finger was in me hitting that spot. My legs opened automatically. My breathing started to get more intense. My cock was getting hard again. "I know you wanted this. You have wanted this from the first time we met, from the first time I touched you at the pool" Rick said as his finger was working its magic in me. "No I don't want to get sick and I don't want to get HIV" I said back trying to remain in control. But it was difficult his finger was making me ache inside. "Then answer this. Do you want my cum in you" Rick asked as he pulled his finger out of me. I gave him a look as I really wanted his finger back in me. I was so confused. "Do you want my cum in you" Rick asked as he started to stroke his huge now erect again meat. "I don't know. I am confused." I said "I need to go to bed. I think that would be best right now" I said further "If you want that's fine." he said "But lets clean up your cum first on my couch" Rick said sternly I felt I didn't have a choice. He leaned down and licked it up with his tongue. Savoring it he said, "Damn boy you taste so good" he said swallowing. "Go ahead and lick it up." he followed up "I leaned down and licked up my cum. It did taste good, I started to suck and lick it up off the couch. He patted my head, "Good body lick it all up", he said. After I was done I looked back up. He took his finger that was in my hole and stuck it in my mouth. "Taste us together. This is what we taste like together." he said staring at me eye to eye. I acquiesced. I sucked and licked his finger like it was his cock as usual. It tasted strangely good. It shouldn't. His finger was up my ass. It had a funky, salty taste with a hint of iron. He pulled his finger out of my mouth my tongue following it out wanting it back in. He smiled. He leaned over and softly kissed me on my lips and said it was time for us to go to bed. I walked out confused and still aroused. I went back to my bedroom, it was now 2:30am. I was tired but still horny. I lay in bed reflecting on what just happened. I let a man with HIV possibly AIDS fuck me and cum in me. I didn't want HIV. But I still was on his last question. Did I want his cum. A part of me did. Watching him and Jeff and the gay porn of those bottoms taking cock and cum made me think about it. I started to get horny now and started to stroke my cock. But I wanted more. I spread my legs and stuck my middle finger in me. I moaned. I moved up my bed leaned against the wall and spread my legs with knees back towards my chest. I got more of my finger in me and started to stroke my hard cock again. OMG is felt incredible my finger my cock my ass my pussy. What my pussy? My ass....OMG...i started to shoot all over my chest and came hard. I could feel my ass clench around my finger. As I calmed down I cleaned my self off licking up all my cum. I hesistated but then sucked on the finger which had been in my ass. I started to like the taste. I stuck my finger back in and moaned. I pulled it out and looked at it. It had cum and a tinge of red. It was blood. That was the iron taste. OMG my hole ripped and is bleeding. And I have HIV cum in me. I was excited and nervous. I calmed down and lay down on my bed. I fell fast asleep.

Part 13: The Biohazard Number and a Husband's "Hey Honey" The evening finds you in bed, a knot of conflicting emotions so tight you can barely breathe. The day's events replay in your mind on a relentless loop: the disappointingly negative test result, the doctor's cold rejection, his seething confession, the way he forced your hand against his toxic bulge. Then the bathroom stall, the anonymous student, the feeling of his load of questionable status filling you. And finally, the doctor's return, his possessive rage, the intimate, terrifying connection as he flooded you with his essence. Your hand drifts down between your legs. Your hole feels wonderfully puffy, swollen, used. You press a finger against it, feeling the tender, bruised flesh. You can feel the wetness inside, a mixture of two distinct loads, a potent cocktail of student and doctor, still resting deep in your guts. The thought of losing even a drop is unbearable. You reach over to the nightstand and pull out your favorite dildo, a thick, veined thing that always hits the right spot. You skip the lube; there's more than enough left inside of you. You guide it to your sore hole and push it in slowly, a deep moan escaping your lips as it sinks home. You're not fucking yourself for pleasure; you're performing maintenance. You work the dildo in and out, shoving what is left of the precious, toxic loads deeper, making sure your body absorbs every last remaining drop of their gift. As you work the dildo, your mind races, fixating on the student. You replay the encounter in your head, trying to decipher his true nature. Was he just a horny kid exploring his newfound freedom at college, chasing the thrill of anonymous bareback risk? Is his excitement about the unknown just a newfound kink, a horny reaction to walking the edge of a cliff? Or is he something more deliberate? A calculating hunter, excited by the possibility of a permanent change, even if he doesn't know what he carries? But then the doctor's voice cuts through your fantasy, cold and clinical. That kid was negative. The doctor would know; he knew his lab results. And as much as you wanted to believe the kid was a secret legend in the making, you had to trust the doctor's diagnosis. The student was just a gateway drug, not the main event. A fun, dirty, but ultimately temporary stepping stone. Then you think about the doctor. He wasn't a bugchaser; he was a man who was pozzed unknowingly by the man he loved, a victim of betrayal. But in that office, something shifted. It wasn't your defiance that changed him; it was your submission. Your desperate, shame-filled honesty, your complete inability to hide your fear and desire—you didn't just challenge his medical authority; you laid your soul bare at his feet. But there was something more, something undeniable. Even in the midst of his rage, you were aroused by him. You couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his scrubs, a fact he couldn't have missed. And when he confessed his status, that he was poz and highly toxic, your own cock didn't shrink in fear. It throbbed. He saw it. He saw the raw, undeniable proof of your desire for the very thing that had destroyed his life. In your pathetic vulnerability and your unmistakable arousal, you showed him a new way to see his condition. You weren't horrified by his poison; you were drawn to it. You helped him discover that his "life sentence" could be wielded as power, that his poison could be a gift. You didn't just awaken his rage; you awakened his inner god. He wasn't just a man broken by it; he was a true toxic titan, reborn in that moment. Your eyes drift to your phone, lying on the nightstand. The memory of the biohazard symbol on the toilet wall flashes in your mind. The phone number written beneath. Who would leave a number like that? The possibilities are endless. A fellow bugchaser, looking for a connection. A true giftgiver, a dispenser of destiny. A poz guy who just got his own positive result and is looking to share the "good news." Or maybe it's just a troll, someone's idea of a sick joke. The uncertainty doesn't deter you; it intoxicates you. The thrill of the unknown pulls at something deep inside you, a primal urge to explore who’s at the end of the line. Your desire overrides your caution. You leave the dildo buried deep inside you, a constant, full reminder of the day's events. You grab your phone, your hand slick with your own leaking precum, and open your photo gallery. You find the picture of the number. Your heart hammers. A reckless, desperate urge takes over. You need to know. You need to hear the voice on the other end. You don't save the number. You don't give it a name. You just manually type the digits into the keypad, your thumb hovering over the green call button. This is it. An anonymous connection. A step further into the abyss. You start to stroke your cock. You are hard as hell, massaging your cockhead with the precum flowing from your piss slit. You are building up to a climax. You press it. It rings once. Someone picks up. "Hey honey." The world stops. It's his voice. Your husband's. The shock is so profound, so absolute, that it triggers a physical response. Your balls tighten, your ass spasms around the dildo, sucking it in to the hilt, your cock jerks, and you erupt. A thick, powerful rope of cum shoots from your slit, splattering across your chest and stomach. You almost drop the phone. It's a dry, shuddering, soul-crushing orgasm that feels more like a seizure than a release. You're gasping for air, your body convulsing on the bed as the waves of pleasure and horror crash over you. "Hey," you manage to choke out, your voice a strangled whisper, still panting from your unexpected climax. "I... I think I butt-dialed you. Sorry." There's a pause on the other end. "Oh, okay," he says, his tone completely normal, utterly unaware of the seismic shock and the simultaneous orgasm ripping through you. "No worries. Everything alright? You sound weird." "Yeah," you lie, your throat tight, your own cum cooling on your skin. "Just... tired. I'll, uh, I'll see you at home on Friday." "Okay, love you." "Love you too." You hang up. The screen goes dark. You're left in the silence of your bedroom, the phone feeling like a lead weight in your hand, your own load as damning evidence on your chest, the dildo still buried deep inside you. You're not just shaking; you're vibrating. The realization doesn't just hit you—it unravels you. You knew he was a slut like you. You saw him at the rest stop, heard him beg for a toxic load. That's your shared sickness, your unspoken bond. But this... this is different. The rest stop is a playground. The clinic is a reckoning. He wasn't just there for a quick, anonymous fuck in the dark. He was there in the light of day, sitting in the same waiting room, filling out the same forms. He was there with a purpose. The questions flood your mind, each one more chilling than the last. Was he there for PEP, trying to crawl back to safety? Was he on PrEP, building a wall against the very gift you both crave? Was he just treating another bug, a simple hurdle on the path? Or was he there for confirmation, just like you, and was he may be more successful? You have no idea. The ambiguity is a chasm of uncertainty, and you are falling into it. The rest stop made you partners in sin. But this... this makes you competitors. The clinic is no longer just a buffet; it's a race. And you have no idea who's ahead, or even what the finish line looks like for him. You lie there in the dark, the ghost of his casual "Hey honey" echoing in your mind, your own cum drying on your skin. But then, a new thought cuts through the haze of panic, sharp and cold. In this race, you might just have the advantage. You know about him. You've identified him at the rest stop, and now at the clinic. You've seen his secret life laid bare. Does he have any idea about you? As far as you know, you're still just his husband, his safe harbor. The thought sends a dark thrill through you. You're not just racing him; you're hunting him. And he doesn't even know he's being hunted. The call wasn't the end. It was the starting gun.

The build up to Rick taking Dan's anal (& possibly poz) cherry is upon us, and Dan appears to be willing to let it happen. He admits to himself that Rick is not physically attractive, but very alluring. This proves that sex appeal is much more than physical beauty/attractiveness, but also attitude and assertiveness. Dan has taken a submissive role and letting Rick take control. Looking forward to another outstanding installment of this story!

Something tells me Dan will be begging for more toxic cum real soon! Once you take that first load it's all downhill from there. Nothing will help but more poz cum.

Sometimes, when examining my many, many poor life choices, I’ve wondered; how do you make a cheater? We can’t just be born like this, something has to have *happened*, y’know? So this post, while including some cheating, is not just about my cheating, so much as about how I became the cheater I am today. An origin story, of sorts. The grand setup for the inevitable punchline. A Prelude. I think it starts with having to keep your formative sexual awakening a secret. I grew up in a very Catholic family, in a very small, close-minded town. Not ideal when you accidentally catch the premier of Queer as Folk on late night tv while alone and finally figure out exactly *how* different you are to all the other boys. Sure, you have no idea what rimming is either after seeing that scene, only that it looked really fucking enjoyable, and 14 year old you wants to find out all about it as soon as bloody possible. You have to sit on this excruciating secret for a whole year, until your school collides with a Scottish school on a field trip to Sweden, and a boy named Martin who’s just a bit more savvy than you clocks who you really are, and sneaks you out of your dorm to drink stolen vodka and share a first, electrifying kiss. It’s beautiful, but then you go home, and you can’t tell anyone about it. Martin keeps in touch for a while, but Scotland is a long way away, and soon enough it’s just you again. (Put a pin in Martin though, he’ll be back.) From that point on, until I left home a few years later, my only experience of a "relationship" was two weeks of hand holding and chaste kisses with Craig over in the next town. He was incredibly cute, but we were 15 and dumb, and it didn’t last. Again, don’t forget Craig, he’ll be back as well. Anyway, in short, I had no idea what romance was beyond sneaky kisses and holding hands when no one was looking. Every moment of awakening was a guilty secret. It taught me to hide quite well, and hiding was, unfortunately, therefore inextricably linked to arousal. While romance was short, sex, on the other hand, was plentiful once it started. I was a reasonably cute teen with a very nice butt if I do say so myself, and I had been legal for all of a month before I went to my best friend’s birthday party, where her 21 year old cousin Stephen was home from uni and chaperoning the chaos. He didn’t do a great job though, as he snuck a slightly inebriated me out before midnight, drove me to the aptly named Cherry Lane, and finally gave me what I’d been craving. He was taller and bigger than me, and quite buff, with a shaved head and what I thought was a sexy gap in his front teeth. I don’t remember any panic as he pulled me into the back seat and forced his cock down my throat, just the tremendous pressure of my horniness, like if I didn’t have sex that night I would literally die. I gagged on his sizable cock a lot (I’m still sadly shit at deepthroating), but I guess eventually it was wet enough for his liking. He pulled my jeans off, slapped some of his own spit on my hole, and then sat me down on his dick like I was a human fleshlight. Funnily, I don’t remember it hurting at all; evidently I needed this, and his wet dick just slid right in to the hilt as my eyes rolled back in my head. They never taught sex ed in my Catholic school beyond "this is how babies are made", so I never even thought to ask for a condom, and I don’t think I would have wanted one anyway; I wanted to feel every last thing, and he bounced me on his dick like I weighed nothing. He never asked if I was ok, or if it hurt, or if I wanted this, he just used my tight, fresh hole to please his dick, and as a man’s cum flooded into me for the first time I absolutely drenched him in return. I was spent, I was euphoric, and ten minutes later I’d been thrown out of the car three streets away from the party so we wouldn’t be seen returning together. I walked back, hole aching and dripping cum, and spent the rest of the night being pointedly ignored by him. The dirty feeling of being used and the intense sexual arousal of the encounter would pretty much be a staple of my sex life from then on. Stephen would sneak me out in much the same manner whenever he was in town over the next years, and it was always the same; no small talk, he would roughly use my hole to dump his load, and I would have to walk home. It wasn’t until well after I’d seen him for the last time that I found out about his girlfriend and kid. The other encounter of note before I left my hometown was a pair in London, Aiden and Rob. It was only a couple of months after my original encounter with Stephen, and I had been desperate for more. I met them online, a 24-year old couple, who also did some work with a now-defunct porn studio. I thought they were crazy hot, and I lied about my experience trying to get them to meet me until they finally invited me over. They must have clocked straight away that I wasn’t being honest about some things, but like I said, I was cute, so it wasn’t long before I was naked on the couch, Rob’s dick in my mouth, and Aiden spreading my legs, finally introducing me to the joys of rimming. I honestly thought I was going to die of pleasure, and I was so horny that when Aiden started to position himself between my legs, I again didn’t care about the lack of condom. Given the size of him, however, what I should have cared about was the lack of lube. My lies came back to bite me though, as I had told him that I had taken a lot of dick, and that the deeper and rougher it was the better, and so he pushed his massive cock into me with only spit and precum, smirking when I cried out. "I thought you said you liked it deep?" "Not *that* deep!" I gasped, desperately putting my hands on his thighs, trying to stop him going further. Now, I *know* the next thing that happened was a shitty thing to do to dumb horny kid, I *know* I should have been more mad about it, but goddamit if it doesn’t still make me rock hard; he bats my hands away, says "Bit late now, you’ll be fine" and proceeds to fuck me like a steam train. No going slow and gentle, no easing up to grab the lube, just straight to pounding my hole like he wants to come out the other side. Rob grabs my head and forces his dick down my throat, and I just have to hold on for dear life as they take turns throwing me around the room. It finally ends when I’m on the lounge floor, on my back and legs spread, Rob has just cum down my throat, and Aiden is somehow going even harder. He tells me he’s going to cum, and I beg him to pull out (I’d started to educate myself a little since Stephen), to which he simply grunts "No", and fires his load into me so hard I can feel his dick pulsing. I’m ashamed to say that pushed me right over the edge, and I had to rinse my own cum out of my hair before limping home. I saw them many more times over the next couple of years, and even if I tried to bring out the condoms they would always manage to send me home dripping cum, feeling used and abused, and honestly I fucking loved it. Anyway, I also need you to stick a pin in Aiden and Rob for now, because, naturally, they are going to come up again. So, that’s the gist of my formative sexual years, and honestly I think it’s pretty obvious where my cheating fetish came from. I’ll see you in the next part for first boyfriends, first betrayals, and a lot of dick. Ciao!

Jake’s legs shook as he squatted down over the dildo. He watched himself in the mirror lowering himself onto the fat plastic shaft. Even as he stretched himself, working down towards its base he knew it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t big enough. He’d need more if he ever hoped to take Sir’s cock. Sir’s cock, Jake’s mind wandered. He thought back to the night he’d met the new object of his desires. Two weeks prior, his boyfriend had been out of town, and he’d gone out dancing with a few friends. At first, they’d just gone to the same bar they always went to, full of younger guys who looked mostly just like them. They’d drank and dance, Jake not really paying attention to the guys around him. Even though he and his boyfriend were technically open he hadn’t felt like hooking up. He’d sent his boyfriend Chris off to the airport by fucking him against the front door of his Chris’s apartment. Jake considered himself set for sex until Chris came back in a week. By the time it was midnight most of Jake’s friends had gone home and he found himself dancing with a much smaller group. He didn’t remember who suggested they go to another bar, but half an hour later they’d checked their coats and were waiting to buy drinks at the leather bar a few blocks away. It wasn’t really Jake’s scene. The guys were usually a little older here, and apart from fucking like rabbits he and Chris were fairly vanilla. Still Jake was happy to support his friends and then head home to jerk off thinking of Chris. It hadn’t taken long for first one friend and then another to find someone to hook up with. The cute mid-twenties jocks had been scooped up and whisked away. It took a moment for Jake to realize he was alone. He looked around the dance floor for his friends, but they had gone. Each one slipped off to their own night of fun. He shook his head and laughed, good for them. He tipped back his drink, tossed his cup and started to head for the door. That was when he’d run into him, the man he now called Sir. Over six feet, and built like a linebacker he made Jake feel small. He had a shaved head, and short cropped salt and pepper beard along his square jaw. His eyes glinted as he looked down at the younger jock who’d just bounced off of him. Jake found himself unable to speak. Sir was shirtless, with a thick black leather harness across his broad hair covered chests. His nipples are large and protruded from his firm pecs. The hair swirled from his chest across his slightly soft stomach down into his black leather pants. Jake couldn’t help but look at the man’s bulge it seemed impossibly huge. Normally Jake wouldn’t have gone for this man. He liked twinks, or at least that was what he had always told himself. He’d never really thought about a man like this before. Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Jake felt drawn to the massive stranger in a way he couldn’t explain. “Hey careful now,” Sir said, steadying Jake with a large hand on his shoulder. “You should probably watch where you’re going.” He chided Jake with a quite smile. “I’m…” Jake stammered, “I’m so sorry… I’m just… I’m… sorry.” “Don’t worry about it. It’s packed. I’m sure lots of people are bouncing off each other. Though most of them aren’t as cute as you.” Now he gave Jake a full smile that made him feel weak. “Come on cutie, I’ll buy you a drink.” Jake couldn’t find the words to tell the man he had been about to head home. Instead he just nodded and followed the burly man back through the crowd to the bar. He accepted a vodka soda from the man, and then followed him to a corner just past the dance floor. The man stood very close to him, leaning casually against the wall. “You here alone cutie?” he asked, leaning even closer so Jake could hear him over the music. “No… well… kinda. I was here with friends, but they all…” “Found other entertainment,” Sir finished Jake’s sentence playfully. Jake laughed, “Yeah.” “What about you? No one caught your eye?” “No… It’s… It’s not normally my scene. We were out with a bigger ground, and the last couple of guys wanted to come here. I just tagged along. I was actually heading home when I…” “Oh, well if you were heading out…” Sir said, nodding his head to the door, “I didn’t mean to pressure you into staying.” “No!” Jake said, a little too loud. “It’s um… It’s fine. This is nice. I’m glad.” “Good. You’ve been out dancing all night though and no one snatched you up? Even at a bar… more your speed?” Sir lightly brushed his hand on Jake’s shoulder. Jake felt heat rising in his cheeks. “I wasn’t really looking. I’ve got a… I have a boyfriend. He’s out of town for the month. He’s an actor, he’s got a job in Pheonix. We’re open, but I don’t exercise it much. I was just out to dance, see some friends. You know… just wasn’t really looking.” Jake found himself babbling. “But you two aren’t exclusive?” “No,” Jake said, feeling sheepish under the man’s gaze. “So it’s alright if I do this.” He reached out and cupped Jake’s chin tilting his face upward. Then in a swift movement closed the distance between their faces and kissed Jake lightly on the lips. For a second Jake held back. He hadn’t kissed anyone besides his boyfriend in ages. The man’s lips were warm and firm against his. They pressed forward, and Jake found himself overcome. He parted his lips and sank into the older man’s kiss. Sir felt the boy give way. He pushed his tongue forward, slipping it into Jake’s mouth. He wrapped a strong arm around the younger man’s waist and pulled them together. Jake felt hot. The older man’s scent enveloped him. He found it intoxicating. He was incapable of pulling away. He let Sir’s tongue invade his mouth, conquering him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Sir’s shoulders and behind his neck. As soon as Sir felt Jake wrap himself around him Sir knew he had the boy. One of his large hands drifted from Jake’s back down to his trim waste. He pulled their hips together, pressing Jake into his impressive bulge. He held there for a minute, not rushing the boy. With his other hand holding Jake tightly between the shoulder blades, he slid his hand off Jake’s waste and round to his ample cheeks. Jake shuddered at his touch. He squeezed the firm flesh through Jake’s jeans. Jake let out a little sigh into their kiss. Slowly Sir pulled back, his lips lingering as he broke their kiss. Jake, his head still tipped up to Sir’s, his wet lips parted, blinked his eyes. Sir smiled down at his new toy. He knew he had Jake hooked. He’d sensed it as soon as their bodies touched. Jake probably didn’t even understand his attraction to Sir, he thought, it was probably the first time he’d ventured out from his pretty jock boy bubble. Still Jake was his for the night to play with. Their lips still almost touching Sir said, his voice low but commanding, “I live a couple of blocks from here. What do you say we go somewhere more private?” Jake could only nod. He felt the big hand that had been pawing at his ass shift to the small of his back and steer him back towards the door. The soft, commanding yet reassuring pressure of that hand never left him even while they collected their coats, and headed out onto the street. It softly propelled him down the block and across the street. They walked, quickly, and in relative quiet. All the while a white hot electricity seemed to crackle between them. It prickled through Jake’s back where Sir’s hand rested. It flowed through him, and made him throb painfully in his briefs. Sir lead him up the steps of a brick town house a few blocks away and unlocked the door. Jake tried not to act shocked as he was led through the entrance and into the first floor. He’d guessed that Sir had money when he’d said that he lived close buy, but to have the entirety of a townhome in this neighborhood meant a different kind of rich. As soon as the door to the vestibule clicked shut behind them Sir’s meaty paw scooped Jake up and pulled him into another bone crushing embrace. His face automatically tipped up to meet Sir’s lips. They tore at each other with an animalistic need. Jake opened his mouth and let Sir’s tongue ravage him. He held tight to the big man as his body was explored by hungry wandering hands. Sir only broke their kiss to drag Jake up the narrow staircase and pull him into a bedroom. They tumbled in a hungry heap on the bed, a mess of limps twisted together. Shirts were pulled off and Jake buried his fingers in the thick mat of hair on Sir’s chest. He felt the solid muscle beneath the pelt. He felt Sir’s hands slide across his back. He felt the hair of Sir’s stomach on his bare torso. He felt the Sir’s wandering fingers play across the waste of his jeans before slipping down. Sir worked his hands between Jake’s pants and his briefs, inching is way closer to the flesh of Jake’s ass. “Fucking beautiful boy,” Sir growled into their kiss. Jake let out an involuntary whimper. “You like being called boy don’t you? Has anyone ever called you boy before?” “No,” Jake said in a breathless whisper, “but I… but I…” “Go on boy. Say it.” “I like it.” “Good boy.” Jake almost moaned. His cock throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t understand how this man, this stranger, was having this effect on him. He was the top in his relationship. He rarely bottomed for Chris. Yet, here in this man’s arms he felt like he wanted to be taken. Even before he understood it in real concrete terms, he knew, he felt, that he wanted to submit to this man. Sir grabbed Jake’s legs and pulled them apart causing Jake to slip. He was now not just on top of Sir but straddling him. His hips naturally grinding back against Sir’s massive bulge. He felt something hard press against him even though both of their pants. “That’s right. Good boy.” Sir pulled at Jake’s nipples making him whimper and moan. “You’re such a good boy. I’m gonna make you feel real good.” He rolled to the side taking Jake with him. Jake suddenly found himself pressed to the bed under Sir’s weight, his legs spread wide around the bigger man’s hips. Sir kissed him again, grinding his short beard into Jake’s smooth face. With one hand Sir held Jake’s wrists up over his head. He tried to pull them back, longing to run his hands through Sir’s chest hair again, but the other man was too strong. He was pinned down. Sir’s other hand traveled down Jake’s trim body, over the patch of hair of his chest that was still expanding to cover his pecs, down his ample treasure trail, to the buttons of his jeans. Deftly, Sir unbuttoned Jake’s pants and shifted them down a little. For a moment Sir broke their kiss, and used both hands to wrench Jake’s pants off. For a moment Jake lay, sprawled on Sir’s bed, exposed in nothing but his straining white briefs, before Sir descended upon him again. Big rough hands held him in place as Sir lapped at his quickly hardening nipples. As Sir moved down his body kissing at Jake’s hot flesh, Sir’s arms extended over Jakes body moving his furry pit closer to Jake’s face. The smell coming from the curling hair swirled over Jake. It seemed to seep into him. It drew him forward. He’d never really been one for musk. He knew some of his friends went to parties all about smelling guys pits, but until this moment it had never done anything for him. It was like everything about this big older man enticed him in ways he didn’t understand. For a moment Jake resisted. Then he lifted his head up and sniffed deeply. His head spun. Breathing in Sir’s scent was like taking a hit of poppers. “You like that don’t you boy? Go on, don’t be shy. Get your nose in there boy.” Sir pressed his chest down and forced Jake’s nose deep into his armpit. Jake had no choice but to breath in hit after his of Sir’s sharp musky scent. His eyes rolled back and closed. He felt his pulse rushing and his mind seemed to go blank. “That’s right boy. Breath it in. Get your tongue out and taste me. Good boy. Good boy.” Sir slipped his other hand down and grabbed Jake’s crotch. He felt the boy’s throbbing cock, and ran his thumb along the shaft. Jake shuddered under his hands. Then Sir felt it, first a timid flick, then a whole hearted lick of Jake’s tongue. “Good boy,” Sir growled. “Get my scent on you. Breath it in. Lick it up. Good boy.” “Fuck,” Jake whimpered, his face still trapped under Sir’s pit. He felt precum leak from his cock wetting the front of his briefs. “That’s different from you boyfriend isn’t it?” “Yes,” Jake panted once Sir finally lifted his arm up. Sir smiled down at Jake. His face was flushed, his lips and chin wet with spit. His mouth hung open just a little, giving him a hungry desperate look. “You like having my scent on you boy? I bet you can still smell me can’t you.” “Yes…” “Yes Sir. Go on. It feels right doesn’t it.” “Yes… Sir.” Jake’s voice trembled. “Good boy. That’s a good boy.” Sir rubbed Jake’s crotch, working another big drop of precum from his cock. “Come on, get on your knees for me boy, I wanna show you what a real man’s cock looks like.” Jake complied. He slid from the bed and landed on his knees looking up at Sir. His face was now level with the massive bulge in Sir’s leather pants and it took everything he had not to reach out and touch it. He was completely enthralled. Sir took a step back, his hands on his belt. Jake’s body burned. His cheeks flushed. He felt his chest shiver. His mouth went dry. Slowly Sir undid his belt, and slipped it from the loops. Then, one button at a time, he undid the fly of his leather pants. Sir pushed his pants to the floor and kicked them off, standing in front of Jake in just a black jock. Jake couldn’t understand what he was looking at. He’d assumed that the size of Sir’s bulge had somehow been exaugurated by his pants, but looking at it straining against the jocks pouch it seemed even thicker. Sir grabbed at the base and shook the cloth covered mass as him. “You’ve never seen a cock like this before have you boy?” “No… No… Sir…” Jake stammers. “Don’t worry boy I’ll teach you how to handle it. You’re not going to take the whole thing tonight. Don’t be scared. I’m going to make you feel good. Come over here and get my cock out. Get your hands on my massive bull cock.” Jake closed the space between them and reached out with shaking hands. He grasped the thickening bulge of Sir’s jock. It was warm and meaty, and bigger than he could grasp. Sir shoved his jock to the ground, exposing his monster to Jake. Jake let out an audible gasp. There, in his hand was the biggest cock he had ever seen. Even in porn he’d never seen anything like this. It was truly bigger than a tall boy of beer. Impossibly thick, with a deep red hue to it, the shaft was studded with veins that spiraled around its girth. The head, half sheathed in heavy foreskin, glittering with precum was wide and blunt. The massive shaft vanished into a mess of dark wild pubes, from which hung a set of large, round, full looking balls, each the size of a heathy peach. “You’ve never had a big gull cock like mine have you boy?” “No Sir.” “No, you’ve never been opened up for a big silicone monster like this. But you want to be. I can see it in your eyes.” Even though Jake knew it was impossible he also knew that Sir was right. He wanted to submit to this man. He wanted this man to take him. He wanted to feel this man fuck him, and that meant being opened up wider than he’d ever imagined possible. “It’s ok boy. I know you’re not ready yet. I brought you home knowing you wouldn’t be able to take me.” He reached out and put a hand on the back of Jake’s head, pulling him forward. “Just kiss it. Get used to having that big daddy bull cock in your face. Im going to teach you how to take it.” Jake allowed himself to be dragged forward towards Sir’s monstrous cock. Almost instinctively he opened his mouth as his lips drew close to the head, and kissed the tip. He tasted the sweet tang of precum. He felt the soft tumescence of throbbing hard cock against his lips. He began to lick around the head. His eyes closed. One hand grasped the base of Sir’s cock, his fingers an inch from making it all the way around. The other hand grabbed at Sir’s hips steadying himself. “Good boy. Good boy. Take it slow. That’s it. You’re not going to take it all at once. Just open yourself up slowly. Taste my precum. Get my taste in you. Good boy. I knew it as soon as I kissed you at the bar. I knew you were the right boy to take home.” Jake opened his mouth as wide as he could taking the head of Sir’s cock into his mouth. It strained his jaw. He struggled to keep his teeth out of the way but Sir’s praise made him desperate. He wanted to prove Sir right. He wanted Sir to be right that he was the right boy to take home. He couldn’t disappoint Sir. Some part of Jake marveled at this, and wondered how the approval of a man he’d met an hour ago had become so important to him. He didn’t really have an answer, it was just true. He longed for Sir’s approval. “Yeah. Good boy. Open your mouth. Take my bull cock. That’s it. Good boy. Fuck yeah! I knew it. I knew you were going to be a good boy.” Jake struggled to take more of Sir’s cock. He was sweating, and his face was turning red. His eyes watered as he looked up at the beast of a man above him. Sir just smiled down on him, keeping a gentle pressure on the back of his head. Thick spit spilled out of Jake’s mouth and dripped from his chin. Sir continued to praise him as he desperately tried to work more than a few inches into his mouth. Eventually, when Jake’s jaw was aching, and he was covered in a heavy sweat, Sir pulled his cock from Jake’s mouth. In one clean move he grabbed Jake under the arms and tossed him face first onto the bed. Jake found himself ass up with the big man behind him. A wild panicked thought ran through his mind: He’s going to try and fuck me! As if reading Jake’s thoughts Sir said, “Don’t worry boy,” his voice a low rumble. “I know you’re not ready for my cock yet. That’s going to take training. Training I think you’re going to take to like a duck to water. No I’m just going to make you feel good. I’m going to show you the kind of pleasure being my boy will bring you.” Big strong hands grabbed the sweat of Jake’s briefs and pulled. The fabric split easily, exposing Jake’s furry cheeks and winking hole, while leaving his cock covered and leaking. Sir let out a low appreciative growl, “Fucking beautiful. Tight little hole.” He flicked a finger across Jake’s pucker causing him to whimper. “When did you last get fucked boy?” “It’s been a long time Sir,” Jake said truthfully into the pillow. He tossed his mind back, longer than he and Chris had been together. Chris had always been a bottom and he’d slipped happily into the role of top. Not that he’d been a prolific bottom before Chris. It had always been a mood that only struck him occasionally. “Is my boy a top?” Sir asked, a laugh coloring his voice. “With my boyfriend yes. I’ve gotten fucked before but not for a long…” Jake was cut off by the feeling of a warm wet tongue lapping at his hole. He moaned and pressed back against Sir’s mouth. Sir flicked his tongue around, working over the tender flesh around Jake’s hole. This was even better than he’d imagined. With how quickly Jake had sunk into him he’d assumed that Jake was used to at least bottoming if not having already experimented with submission. Now it seemed neither of those things were true. He was truly awakening something in the boy. He wondered just how far he was going to be able to push him. Sir pressed his tongue harder and harder into Jake’s pucker. Jake whimpered. He gripped the sheets, and pushed his ass back against the onslaught. Waves of pleasure crashed through him the likes of which he’d never known. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. He’d had his ass eaten before but never like this. Sir was managing to touch places he hadn’t known existed. He felt like he was on fire. The thought came creeping into his mind again, even though he knew it was physically impossible he wanted to feel Sir inside him. He wanted Sir to fuck him. He bucked his hips back harder. “Oh fuck! Oh my God! Oh fuck Sir!” Jake moaned. “That’s right boy!” Sir said, pulling off of Jake’s hole for a moment. “Feels good doesn’t it?” “Oh fuck yes! It feels so good Sir!” Sir rubbed a big finger against Jake’s wet hole. Jake quivered beneath him. There was a moment of tension. Sir dropped a big glob of spit onto Jake’s hole, lubing his finger. Then the tension vanished. Jake opened up before him and his finger slid into Jake’s warm guts. “FUCK!” Jake shouted. “Good boy,” Sir said, rubbing Jake’s back with his free hand. “Open up for me. Let me show you how good it feels to open your hole up for me. Just relax.” He slowly worked his finger in and out of the quivering young man, till it moved without resistance. Jake’s eyes drifted closed as he lost himself in the sensations. He let out another low moan as Sir coaxed a second finger into his tight ring. Slowly Sir worked him again, adding more spit when Jake felt dry. Slowly Jake loosened up. His hole bloomed and it became easier for Sir to slide a third finger into Jake. “Oh my God! Fuck! That’s so good. Fuck yeah!” Jake groaned, his words becoming a constant incoherent jumble. “Good boy. That’s it. You’re doing great boy. Little by little we’ll get this pretty hole ready for me. You’re imagining yourself stretched around my cock right now aren’t you? You’re imagining what it would be like. I bet you think it’s impossible. You cant imagine being able to take this.” He rubbed his cock against Jake’s hole just under his invading fingers. Jake whimpered. “Yeah. You can’t imagine being able to take me, but you want to. You want it. You wish you could.” Sir lent over Jake, pressing his body against the shaking younger man. He got his mouth as close to Jake’s ear as he could without taking his three fingers from Jake’s hole. “I promise you. You will be able to take me. Not tonight. No boy, you’re not getting this cock tonight. But soon. I’m going to teach you.” Sir wiggled his fingers inside Jake. A heat started to build with in him. He couldn’t understand it. A pressure in his crotch. It was almost like he had to pee. It pressed into him. It seemed to swell as Sir’s fingers moved. He felt another being pressed into him. Sir’s hand now shaped like a spear pressing four fingers forward. Four fingers, Jake’s mind spiraled. He’d never been this open before. The pressure built inside him. “I’m going to teach you how to open yourself up and take me. And your reward, your reward will be when you finally feel me cum balls deep inside your stretched out hole.” Jake felt like he was going to burst. His balls felt tight. He didn’t understand what was happening. “That’s what you want isn’t it boy? Say it. Say it!” “Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Sir. I want… I want… Fuck I want you to teach me! Fuck I want to be stretched out! Holy shit. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It feels so good. Sir! I want you to cum in me!” With that Jake’s balls pulled up to his body and cum burst from his throbbing cock. It shot out onto the bed below him his hot ribbon. He panted, his body bucked. He pushed himself back against Sir’s invading digits not understanding how he’d been brought to climax. “Oh my God! Holy shit! Fuck!” he panted as he fell forward into the pool of his own cum. Sir let his fingers slip from Jake’s quivering hole and got up onto the bed behind his new project. He wrapped a big arm around Jake’s shaking body and pulled him close. “That felt good didn’t it boy,” he cooed into Jake’s ear. He wanted Jake to stay in the horny bliss he felt and not succumb to any post nut remorse. He wanted Jake to remember how good it had felt to be stretched around his fingers. “It felt good being opened up didn’t it? It felt good listening to me. You liked hearing about what Im going to do to you when you’re ready. You want they don’t you boy? You like hearing me call you boy.” “Yes,” Jake said, his voice beardly a whisper. Sir rubbed his cock between Jake’s cheeks. “Yes what boy?” “Yes I want you… I want… I want you to teach me how to take your cock. I want…” Jake took a deep breath. His mind still felt hazy from his first anal orgasm. “I want you to… I want you to fuck me Sir. I want to be your boy. I want you to fuck me till you cum deep inside me.” Jake was shocked at his own words but he also knew they were true. “You know its not going to be easy boy?” Sir shifted, his cock now slowly fucking between Jake’s legs. Jake felt the slick of head of Sir’s cock press against his balls. He imagined what it would be like pressing into his guts. He whimpered thinking about how good four fingers had felt, and how much better Sir’s cock would feel. “I know,” he said in a soft voice, “but I want it Sir.” “Its going to take time boy, and dedication. Are you read to do as I say boy?” “Yes Sir.” “Without questioning me boy?” “Yes Sir.” “I promise, I won’t lead you astray. Everything I ask you to do will be in preparation of you finally being able to take my cock. Everything I tell you you must do will be part of you preparing to truly be my boy. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” Jake’s heart was pounding. “The next time I have you like this boy my cock won’t be fucking your taint. I’ll be balls deep inside you. You’ll be stretched wide around my bull cock. You’ll be my willing cumdump.” “Fuck yes Sir!” “Good boy. Fucking good boy. You’re going to be such a good slut for me. Fuck! Such a good fucking slut.” Sir bucked harder between Jake’s legs before letting out a low roar. He held Jake to him as his cock swelled and then unleashed a flood of cum. It shot against the underside of Jake’s balls, and coated his soft cock. It covered his legs and mixed with Jake’s load on the sheets. “Good boy,” Sir said again. “Good boy.”

Just took a load from a guy that hasnt cum in two weeks. Big 6'6 tall hairy bearded bear, he was so hot and horny, pounded my ass and busted balls deep, it felt so good...he wants to do this every time he comes to town to visit his family...Good FWB!

First time it happened I was being used by a group of 7 over summer lunchtime in their apartment near Central Park, some loads didn't go in my hole and they sprayed my face and hair alongside my body. when we finished I had 5-7 loads on me and the host decided it would be funny to kick me out like that. Oh well. was walking for a few blocks back to my apartment with soaked shirt and cum all over my face and clumped hair, feeling very proud of myself 🐷

This happened 2 years ago but i really want to share it because i cant keep my mind off it. Ever since i can remember i have been playing with my hole, many household items, toys and fingers have passed through but never a real cock. I tried multiple times by going to cruising zones and parks but everytime someone would aproach me a gigantic feeling of anxiety would come over me and i would bail on it. The night in question was no different, i already spend 2 hours driving around to various area's. Getting out of my car only dressed in a jockstrap hiding my chastity cage and a t-shirt. But everytime someone would react to me i would just bolt out of there and drive away. Getting annoyed with myself i decided to go to one of the best known cruising spots next to the highway, normally there is like 10 people there at anytime. But by now it was 4AM so there were only 2 cars there. I figured this is it, i would walk into the woods, wait a minute or 2 and if noone shows up i was gonna go home. I get out of the car and walk into the woods with a tiny blanket, put it on the ground just in the treeline but right next to a path and got down doggystyle with my ass pointing towards the path. First nothing happened, my heart was racing, but i was counting down in my mind, keeping myself there till i got to 2 minutes. In the last 15 seconds i hear footsteps behind me. My heart drops, but i use everything in my might to just stay put, wiggle my ass around a bit and seconds later i feel a hand on me... No words said, he unzips and puts his bare cock in my hole, my entire mind is screaming at me to get out of there, but my body just pushes backwards taking him in completely. About half a minute of being fucked later i can feel him fill me up, and he gets up and leaves. About half a minute after him i get up and run back to my car and speed away. Ever since then i have not been able to get myself to go through with it again, my anxiety is still through the roof, but i cant stop thinking about being used and filled up by him.

Was just used as group Cumdump for a bunch of construction Workers in a housing development area, 10 men all came inside me multiple times i lost track

First attempt at a story. Hopefully it flows and there aren't any major spelling or grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to a public cruising spot one night, about a month after I stopped taking prep. I was keen to take a random guy's load. I arrived and for a while I was the only one there. I noticed another guy approaching and made the usual signals to show that I was looking for fun. He looked a few years older than me, and good shape. I hoped he was a top (bottoms are a lot more common here) and I hoped he had a big dick. He came over to me and we felt each other up, got our cocks out, and played with each other's cock while talking about what else we wanted to do. He had a nice dick. I think it was probably about 8", and a good thickness, with a thick mushroom head. I told him that I was keen to get fucked and take a random load, but that it was risky for me to do it. He asked me why it was risky and I told him that I'd stopped taking prep and therefore I was unprotected. He asked me if I was scared that I might take a poz load, and I said that I was scared, but that it also turned me on, and I said that was the main reason for my decision to stop prep. He said in that case I should let him fuck me. We were both still gently rubbing each other's dick and I could feel that he was leaking precum. A lot of precum. He was one of those guys who supply their own natural lube. I just said that it was hot and turned me on, and that he had a beautiful cock, and I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't know for sure. I was a bit nervous now that there was a poz dick ready and wanting to fuck me. He said that he thought I should let him fuck me because my answer wasn't a no, so I probably wanted it. He said he was horny and his dick wanted to get inside me. I was very nervous and undecided. At that point, I hadn't been fucked by any random guys since going off prep, and while it turned me on, I was nervous about the whole situation. I didn't say anything and just continued to slowly massage his cock, rubbing his poz precum all over it. We looked over to another section of the beat, about 50 yards away, and there was a guy sitting on a park bench, with his cock out, having a wank. We were in a dark area, so I don't think the guy on the bench had seen us. The poz top said "I have an idea. I want to fuck you, but you're undecided. How about we go over there and ask that guy what he thinks. If he says I should fuck you, then I fuck you." I think that flipped a switch in my head because I was turned on by the poz talk and by us playing with each other, and now the decision to fuck wasn't mine, so I said "ok, let's ask him". We walked over to the wanker, and I said to him "we need you to help us make a decision. He wants to fuck me, but I'm undecided. Neither of us brought a condom so if he fucks me, it'll have to be bareback." I hadn't finished explaining the situation and the wanking guy said immediately "he should fuck you" I said "before you make a decision, we'll do whatever you tell us to, but I need you to know that I'm neg and not on prep, and he's poz" The wanker didn't even take a moment to think about it and just said "he should fuck you here, so I can watch" The poz guy wasted no time. He spat on his dick, moved behind me, and started to push in, and said to me "relax that hole. He said that we have to fuck, so I have to fuck you now" I just said fuck, and let him in. His spit and his own copious precum meant that he slipped in easily, even considering the size of his knob. It felt so good when he was balls deep. Nothing feels as good as being impaled on a large bare cock. I lost my inhibitions about letting his poz dick inside me and enjoyed the sensations. While fucking me, the poz top pushed my head down and made me suck the wanking guy's cock. I could feel the top speed up a bit and I realised he was going to cum. I remembered that it would be risky for me to take his load, and wondered if I should tell him to pull out but before I had a chance, and while my mouth was still full of the other guy's cock, he asked the other guy if he should breed me, he said "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in his ass?" The other guy asked him if I was he telling the truth earlier about me being neg and him being poz. The top said "yes. I'm poz and he's neg. Can I cum inside him?" The other guy said "I don't care. Cum in him if you want" And with that, the top let loose and filled me with poz cum. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and I'm sure he gave me a big load. I was wanking my own dick and shot my load just as he filled me up, the pulsing of his dick in my ass sending me over the edge. A few seconds later, the other guy shot his cum in my mouth. I never asked or learned if he was poz too. It didn't seem to matter at the time.

Chapter 24: Subject Was Not Compliant Mega-Mini Mart on 32nd and Broadway. 21:08 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Tex noticed the cruiser before he noticed anything else. It sat crooked outside the convenience store, nose half over the curb like the driver had stopped in a hurry and never came back. No lights. No engine. The driver’s door hung open just enough to catch the wind, rocking once with a soft, hollow creak. Tex slowed, killing his own headlights a block away and rolling to a stop. The night felt too quiet for a place that should’ve been humming—freezer units, passing cars, late-shift noise. Instead, there was only the buzz of the store’s fluorescent sign and the distant thrum of traffic somewhere far off. He stepped out, boots crunching on grit, and approached the cruiser carefully. No blood on the pavement. No shell casings. The radio inside crackled once and went silent again. “Shit,” he muttered. He edged past the cruiser and toward the store, keeping to the shadows. The glass front was bright, too bright, making it easy to see in and impossible to see out. Tex leaned just enough to peek through the window. His stomach dropped. Inside, the store was in disarray—cooler doors hanging open, shelves stripped bare and tossed aside. Several figures moved through the aisles with unsettling calm. He recognized them immediately. Former Black Sigma. Sticks, Lockjaw, Pixel, and Patch. Each towered over the shelves with pitch black skin, grinning with a sharp set of teeth. They weren’t acting frantic. They were shopping. Like it was a casual outing on a road trip. Near the counter, a uniformed cop lay on his back, dazed but breathing, one arm twitching as if he were trying to sit up and failing. There was no sign of the clerk anywhere—no movement behind the register, no body on the floor. Tex pulled back from the window, pulse ticking up. He reached for his sidearm, checking the chamber by feel. Solid. Real rounds. For once, no darts, no “non-lethal” compromises. “Good,” he whispered to himself, “I’m gonna need something more substantial.” He slid his phone from his pocket, thumb already moving to text Elias a quick sitrep when motion across the street caught his eye. Two figures stepped into the wash of the streetlight, walking straight toward him like they owned the night. Tex’s grip tightened. Gravestone was impossible to miss. Broad, confident, dressed like he wanted to be seen. Wearing what could only be described as a leather daddy outfit complete with his ass hanging out of the chaps. Beside him walked another smiler—Beau, the security guard that went missing after that bastard Jack broke free—quiet, watchful, matching pace without looking around. Dressed in a cowboy outfit. Gravestone spotted Tex instantly. He lifted a hand and waved, slow and mocking, a grin spreading across his face as if they’d just run into each other at a bar instead of a crime scene. “Well,” Gravestone called out, voice carrying easily. “Look who it is… Toby!” Tex lowered the phone, eyes never leaving them. Shit. So much for recon. Tex eased back into the deeper shadow beside the store, the glow from the windows washing over the asphalt like a stage light. He kept his shoulders loose, posture casual, even as his pulse kicked harder. The text to Elias sat half-typed on his phone, unsent. Gravestone didn’t slow. He didn’t hurry either. He crossed the street at an easy pace, boots scuffing lightly, Beau drifting alongside him with a predator’s economy of movement. They weren’t hunting yet. They were approaching—confident, unafraid. He watched as Gravestone pulled a large cigar out of his front pocket and began to light it with an air of ease and arrogance. “Oh, come on out,” Gravestone said, spreading his hands as if inviting applause, puffing greedily away. “Hiding’s not your thing, Tex. We both know that.” Tex shifted his weight, angling his body so the storefront reflection wouldn’t give him away. He could see Gravestone clearly now—too clearly. The outfit was deliberate, theatrical, chosen to be noticed. It made the grin feel sharper, the confidence louder. And the cigar just added to it. Beau’s gaze swept the alley mouth and the parked cars beyond, wordless and intent. No weapons visible. No need. Tex stepped just far enough into the light to be seen, keeping the wall at his back. “You go clothes shopping with your new boyfriend there, Commander?” he called. “What happened to subtlety?” Gravestone chuckled, low and pleased. “You always did like commentary. Gonna be fun fucking that mouth of yours later.” Tex lifted his chin, eyes flicking briefly to Beau, then back. “Village People called,” he said. “They want their costumes back. It's a bit sad you didn’t save the cowboy for me.” Beau didn’t react. Gravestone’s grin widened. “Oh, we’ve already got a cowboy,” Gravestone replied, tilting his head toward Beau without looking, blowing out a large cloud of smoke. “Which means when I get to you, you’ll have to pick a different character. Maybe a leather gimp outfit.” Tex snorted. “Hard pass. I’m more of a Swiftie.” For a heartbeat, nothing moved. The night seemed to hold its breath. Then Tex turned and ran. He broke left, sprinting for the alley as Gravestone’s laughter followed him—warm, amused, and entirely too close for comfort. Tex hit the alley in a full out sprint. The space swallowed him whole—brick walls pressing in, dumpsters looming, the ground slick with half-frozen slush. His breath rasped loud in his ears as he ran, boots hammering pavement, every step measured and fast. He cut right, then left, trying to break line of sight, trying to make himself unpredictable. It didn’t help. Footsteps echoed behind him—steady, unhurried. Gravestone wasn’t sprinting. He didn’t need to. That confidence crawled up Tex’s spine, needling his nerves worse than panic ever could. Tex rounded a corner and nearly slammed chest-first into a shadow peeling away from the wall. Lockjaw. “Howdy, Tex.” He swore, skidding sideways at the last second. The figure turned its head in the same smooth, synchronized motion Tex had seen too many times lately. Familiar face… Pixel. Black eyes. “Where you going in such a rush, buddy?” Another smiler stepped into view at the far end of the alley. Patch. “Stop and chat for a second.” Then another. Sticks. “You look worried, Lieutenant.” They weren’t rushing him. They were calmly closing in, tightening angles, cutting off exits with practiced precision. Old training. Black Sigma muscle memory, twisted into something colder. “Not tonight,” Tex snapped, heart pounding. He backpedaled, gun up now, barrel tracking as they advanced. “Back off! I swear to god—” They didn’t react. Tex fired. The shot cracked like thunder, ricocheting off brick and steel. He aimed low and close—warning shot, just enough to force space. The group faltered for half a heartbeat. Gravestone stepped into view through the haze of echo and cordite. The bullet tore through his sleeve, punching a clean hole in the leather jacket. The fabric flapped uselessly as Gravestone slowed to a stop. Silence fell. Gravestone looked down at the damage, fingers brushing the torn edge. He pulled out the cigar from his mouth, letting out a large exhale, and his jaw tightened. When he looked back up, the easy amusement was gone, replaced by something sharp and offended. “…You shot my jacket. I just got that!” Tex swallowed. “You’re welcome. You looked fucking stupid in it.” The other smilers shifted, muscles coiling, ready to surge. Gravestone lifted a single hand. They froze. “Go,” he said calmly, eyes never leaving Tex. “Back to the store. Finish what the Alpha sent us for. I’ll take care of him personally.” There was hesitation—brief, but real—then obedience. One by one, they withdrew, melting into side streets and doorways until only Gravestone remained. Tex took the opening. He spun and bolted. He burst out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, dodging a stack of milk crates, vaulting a low fence without breaking stride. His lungs burned, vision tunneling as he pushed harder, weaving between parked cars and cutting across a side street. Gravestone’s voice followed him, carrying effortlessly. “You know,” Gravestone called, “it always struck me as funny they called you Tex.” Tex risked a glance back. Big mistake. Gravestone was closer than he should’ve been—closing distance with long, ground-eating strides, expression almost thoughtful as he spoke. “Austin,” Gravestone continued, drawing on the cigar and flicking the ash on the ground. “Least fucking Texan city in the state. But I guess the name fits the attitude.” Tex’s fingers tightened around the grip of his gun. He veered sharply, bursting through the mouth of another alley—then skidded to a halt as Gravestone suddenly lunged. Gravestone didn’t just jump. He launched. Gravestone cleared the distance in a blur, landing hard enough to crack pavement right in front of Tex. “Though I will give you this,” Gravestone said, puffing away and calmly looking down at his sharp nails as he walked forward. “You do seem to have balls the size of Texas, even if you can’t hit the side of a barn.” Tex barely had time to curse before instinct kicked in and he spun, sprinting blind, straight into the street. Headlights exploded across his vision. A horn blared. Tires screamed. Tex dove. An ambulance barreled through the intersection, siren wailing as the driver slammed the brakes. Gravestone didn’t dodge in time. The impact was sickening. Gravestone was hit broadside, lifted clean off his feet, and hurled down the road. He hit the asphalt once, twice, then slid, coming to rest in a twisted heap beneath a flickering streetlamp. The cigar in his mouth went flying off into the darkness. The ambulance screeched to a stop. Doors flew open. Shouting filled the air. Tex lay sprawled on the pavement for a second, chest heaving, staring at the unmoving body down the street. “…holy shit,” someone breathed. Tex pushed himself upright, eyes locked on Gravestone. The world rushed back in all at once—sirens, shouting, the sharp stink of burnt rubber. Tex staggered to his feet as the ambulance driver jumped out of the cab, hands raised, face pale and stunned. The driver kept apologizing, words tumbling over each other, eyes locked on the dark shape sprawled down the street. “I—I didn’t see him until—Jesus, I tried to stop—” “It’s okay,” Tex cut in, voice rough but steady. He forced himself to breathe, to think. Training snapped back into place. Assess. Control. Act. Gravestone lay motionless beneath the streetlight. The leather jacket was shredded now, the body beneath it unnaturally still. Too still. Tex didn’t trust it—but he wasn’t about to waste the opening. The paramedic stepped closer, then froze. “Oh my god,” the man whispered. “That’s— I know him. My dad served with him. That’s—that’s Commander Briggs. What the fuck?!” “Marco.” Tex read the name stitched on the man’s jacket and seized it. “Listen to me. I need your help. Right now.” Marco’s eyes flicked from Gravestone to Tex, panic warring with recognition. “He shouldn’t be here. He—he… my mom just had lunch with his wife last week.” “Look, I need you to stop staring and focus on me,” Tex said, already moving. He flashed his badge with a practiced snap. “Army. This is an active containment situation. I’m commandeering the ambulance.” Marco swallowed hard. “Containment of what?” Tex didn’t answer. He was already jogging toward Gravestone’s body. Up close, the damage looked worse—limbs bent at wrong angles, skin marred and torn. But Tex watched the chest anyway, hand hovering near the trigger of his gun. No rise. No breath. “Get the gurney,” Tex ordered. “Every strap you’ve got. Wrists. Ankles. Chest. Neck if you have to.” Marco hesitated only a second, then nodded and ran for the back of the ambulance. Tex reached the open doors—and stopped. Inside, slumped against the wall, was the second paramedic. Rafi, according to the name on his jacket. His skin had gone ashen, lips tinged blue, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. A jagged bite marked his shoulder, the fabric around it torn and soaked through. Black veins spidered out from the wound, crawling up his neck like spilled ink beneath the skin. Rafi lifted his head weakly. “Marco,” he rasped. “Something’s… wrong. I don’t feel—” Tex’s stomach dropped. “Hey,” he said carefully, stepping back a half pace, eyes never leaving the veins. “Don’t move. Just—just stay where you are.” Marco reappeared with the gurney, breath hitching when he saw Rafi. “Rafi? Just stay with me, man!” Rafi didn’t answer. His gaze drifted—past Marco, past Tex—toward the street. Toward Gravestone. Tex felt it then. That prickle at the base of his skull. That sense of being watched. He turned slowly. Gravestone’s fingers twitched. Just once. Tex raised his gun. “Gurney and as many straps as you have. Now,” he said, voice flat and deadly calm. “Before he wakes up.” The gurney rattled as Marco helped shove Gravestone into place, straps cinched tight across chest, arms, and legs. The monster’s weight felt wrong—dense, compact, like stone wrapped in muscle. Tex kept his gun trained on Gravestone’s head the entire time, finger steady, breath measured. Marco swallowed hard and glanced at Tex again, really looking this time. His brow furrowed. “Dr. Kade?” he asked, voice shaky. “Trevor Kade, right? But… I just saw you an hour ago when I dropped off that kid with the peanut allergy—” Tex didn’t look away from Gravestone. “Yeah,” he said flatly. “I get that a lot. That would be my twin brother.” Marco opened his mouth to ask more— —and Gravestone inhaled. Not a reflexive gasp. A slow, deliberate breath that lifted the straps just enough to make the metal buckles groan. Gravestone’s eyes snapped open. His grin came back instantly, sharp and pleased. He flexed again, harder this time. One strap popped loose with a violent crack. “All right,” Tex barked, gun still trained squarely between his eyes. “That’s enough.” Gravestone laughed, a deep, rolling sound that vibrated the gurney. “You always did like giving orders, Tex. Think you might actually hit me this time?” Tex didn’t respond. He turned his head sharply toward Marco. “I need everything. All sedatives. All paralytics. Whatever you’ve got on this rig. Now.” Reaching over, he grabbed one of the thick blankets and covered Gravestone’s head with it. Not chancing getting slimed by him. Marco hesitated—just a second too long—then Gravestone surged against the restraints again, the gurney skidding an inch across the ambulance floor. Marco flinched. “O–okay. Okay.” He lunged for the cabinet, yanking out the emergency drug bag and shoving it into Tex’s hands. “That’s—that’s everything we carry.” Tex ripped it open with practiced efficiency. Syringes, vials, labels—he didn’t read them, just sorted by color and familiarity. He glanced once at Gravestone, who was watching him with open amusement. “Asking for sedatives, Toby? Might want to be careful,” Gravestone purred from under the blanket. “Wouldn’t want to waste that. You remember how they didn’t work last time, don’t you?” Tex jabbed the first syringe into Gravestone’s neck without warning, stabbing the large gauge needle in as hard as he could, finally getting through the skin on the third try. Then another. And another. Gravestone snarled, body convulsing against the restraints as the drugs hit his system in a cascading wave. The fight faltered—just for a moment—before finally, Gravestone collapsed. Rafi groaned from the bench. Tex turned—and froze. Rafi’s skin had gone ashen. His pupils were blown wide, unfocused. The black veins at his shoulder had crept higher, branching along his neck like spilled ink. He was smiling faintly at nothing. “Oh, hell,” Tex muttered. Rafi lifted his head slowly. “He said… he said it doesn’t hurt if you stop fighting… He can see you through my eyes, you know…” “Nope,” Tex snapped, already moving. “Not today.” He grabbed another syringe and plunged it into Rafi’s thigh. Rafi cried out weakly, body slumping as the sedative took hold. Tex exhaled sharply. “Last thing I need is another one of his pets waking up.” Gravestone’s breathing slowed, restraints finally holding as the drugs dragged him down into forced stillness. The blanket had begun to shift down, now uncovering part of his face. His eyes stayed open a beat too long before finally sliding shut. Tex carefully moved the blanket back up, before he turned back to Marco. “Where’s the nearest hospital?” Marco, pale and shaking, answered automatically. “Clearview University Medical. The Steighn Campus. It’s—it’s about eight minutes if I push it.” Tex’s jaw tightened. Of course it is. Well, looks like this is going to become a family affair. He leaned forward, voice hard. “Then you’re going to push it. Lights on. Siren if you have to.” Marco nodded, already scrambling into the driver’s seat. As the ambulance lurched forward, Tex pulled out his phone with a steady hand and typed fast. Elias — meet me at Clearview. Where Trev works. Now. We have a situation. I have two of them. Gravestone and a new one. He hit send, slid the phone away, and finally allowed himself one tight breath. Behind him, Gravestone lay sedated but twitching faintly in his sleep. The ambulance tore down the road toward the hospital—toward answers, containment, and a reunion Tex had been hoping to avoid.

It wasn't on purpose but I once went into a McDonald's with a big glob of cum in my beard. I didn't realize it until after I had waited in line then ate and went in to men's room and looked in the mirror. I was like "oh, shit", but now I get kind of a chuckle when I think about it. When I got done blowing this guy I even asked him "Do I have any cum on my face?" He replied, "no". Guess maybe he wanted to humiliate me in some way. But that's OK, I really loved sucking his cock.

It was usually the free drinks and cab fare.

Apologies everyone, I'm extending to wrap this up fairly quickly so two more parts to come but I've been traveling for work a lot this last week so its been long days at airports and crashing at hotels. My goal is to get these last two parts out before I had out on a cruise in the Caribbean on February 14th.

Are you fucking serious? This annoying man constantly interrupts my Tubi movies every ten minutes with his goddamn "You HAVE to check Trivago" shit-eating chiclet smirk

Disclaimer – This is the second time posting a chapter 8 and 9. The last time it was taken down for being inappropriate for this forum. I hope I have addressed the issue with this rewrite. Chapter 8 – What Really Matters Ray found his girlfriend at their pad. He busted out the drugs he had earned with his ass. When she asked him how he got the Tina, he was evasive and never quite gave her a real answer beside he got it thru his brother. They smoked out and fucked the rest of the day. They tried to ration out the eightball but after two days they were finished. They scraped and scrounged and got a dealer to trade some household items for some tina but they were completely out by Friday evening. Ray’s girlfriend brought up Ray’s brother as an option for more drugs. Ray said no, that his brother was asking too high a price. That he couldn’t get him to front him anything. She kept on him and on him and finally he broke down and said they would go over and try… even though he knew the answer would be no. And he kept to himself that the only yes he would get is if he whored himself out again. But he could never let her know that happened. Never. Ray messaged his brother and asked if he and his girlfriend could come over and chill. Walt knew exactly what was up. He said he had company but that they could roll by and “see whaT happens”. Ray and his girlfriend walk up to Walt’s door and ring the doorbell. Walt answers in a white tank top and grey sweatpants. He welcomes the two lovers inside and they walk to the living room. Waiting for them is a Caucasian man, also dressed in a white tank and grey sweatpants. They sit and make small talk. Walt introduces his friend Kev. W: would you all like some Gatorade, made with a heavy G. Okay cool, one for everyone. He turns to Ray and asks him to help him with the drinks. In the kitchen, Walt starts pouring Gatorade into 4 glasses. He takes out a jar of G and measures out some and deposits a shot in each drink. R: Hey bro, are we cool? We don’t need to dwell on my last time here right? We can just chill and go with the flow right? W: Oh course, it’s not like you guys are here to ask for drugs right? Ray goes pale in the face. Walt starts to chuckle. W: Don’t worry. I know why you guys are here. Why do you think I invited you back? Ray starts to panic a bit. W: Don’t worry. My friend out there wants to see some action. Here, this drink has double the amount of G. if you give it to your girlfriend, my friend will smoke you guys out but he wants to fuck her in front of you while you smoke. If you give her this drink, it will happen that way. If you don’t give it to her and take the bigger drink yourself, then I’ll pack one bowl and you guys will be on your way. It’s your decision, how fucked up do you want guys want to get? Walt hands Ray two of the drinks and grabs the other two. They return to the living room where the girlfriend and Kev are talking amongst themselves. Walt hands one of his drinks to Kev. Ray holds the two drinks in his hands and has to think things through. He has to decide if he wants to whore out his girlfriend for drugs and get pretty high or just a little high. He goes back and forth, back and forth, finally he decides and hands his girlfriend one of the drinks. Walt looks back at his brother with a sly look on his face, as if to say “party on”. They continue to make small talk here and there. All four of them seem to be relaxing a bit. They all seem to be getting warmer. Walt pulls out a prepacked pipe and lights it up. He hands it off to Ray’s girlfriend. After she takes her large hit, she passes it to Kev. Kev hits it big time and before passing it to Ray, he makes a comment to everyone. K: Wow, this stuff is pretty strong. It makes you sweat like right away and a lot. I don’t know about you guys but I wanna be able to walk out of here in a dry shirt. Kev pulls off his tank top revealing his great physique. He has a slightly hairy chest with nice happy trail. Ray takes his hit and looks over at his brother, whom is already taking his own tank off. His smooth brown chest is in contrast to Kev’s. Ray looks over at his girlfriend. Ray feels like he made the right decision after all. He pulls off his shirt, showing off his smooth brown torso with just a slight happy trail of fuzz. Walt takes the shirts and hangs them up on the coat rack by the front door. The pipe goes around again and everyone gets another big hit. While Walt is refilling the pipe, he looks over at his younger brother whom is starting to sink into the couch. This makes Walt smile and ask- W: So brother, are we down to parTy with your girl? A relaxed Ray just smiles. R: yeah, we’re down. Let’s parTy and play alright. Walt and Kev get the biggest smile on their faces. They start to chuckle a bit and this alarms Ray slightly but he is too busy sinking into his seat to focus that much. They look over at his girlfriend who looks pissed. GF: you fucking asshole. I can’t believe you. R: What’s going on here. Why am I feeling so good? W: While I was talking with you, Kev was talking with your girl. We told her about the choice you were going to make. Trying to sell her ass for your high. She didn’t believe us so she just sit by and watched you take the double Glass of Gatorade. R: WTF man. You set me up. K: Don’t worry man. I’ll still get you guys fucked up on my good shit. It makes everyone wanna get naked asap. I just wanna see a show. Hand him the pipe. He’s gonna need it. HAHA Walt packed a full pipe and hands it to the GF. W: Ladies first. The girlfriend proceeds to smoke half the bowl herself. She hands the bowl off to Kev and gets up. She follows Walt into the other room. Kev takes his hit and passes to Ray. Ray pushes himself up and grabs the pipe. K: Go ahead and pound it. Ray did not have to be told twice. He takes hit after hit after hit. He finishes off the bowl. Kev takes the pipe back and pulls out his stash. He takes a shard and fills the pipe. He hands the pipe to Ray. Ray goes back to taking his hits. Kev grabs a tray with a small sheet of glass on it. He drops some powdered Tina on it and uses a card to make some lines. He takes a rolled up bill and takes the first line. He offers to Ray. Ever the over indulger, Ray snorts two fat lines. He then proceeds to finish off the bowl. Ray is flying super high now and getting pretty sweaty. Kev suggests that he take off his pants so they don’t get sweaty. Without thinking, Ray drops trousers. Kev folds the pants neatly and places his own pants right next to other pants. This leaves the two guys in their boxers. K: Hey, they are going to be a while in the other room. Wanna get really fucked up for a moment before they come back? Wanna quick booty bump? Ray is feeling super good and cant wait to get higher. R: okay, but it has to be quick. I don’t want my girlfriend to see. K: okay then, make it quick. Ray walks around the couch and bends over it with his back to the hallway. He feels how great to have Kev’s hands on his ass. He pulls the boxers down to his knees. Kev spits on his finger and pushes the spit up Ray’s hole. He repeats two times to get the hole nice and wet. He takes a large shard and pushes it up the straight boy’s hole. Kev holds his fingers in place, letting the shard dissolve. Ray feels great and relaxes as he hangs over the top of the couch. He remembers that his boxers are down and he starts to reach down for them when he feels something at the entrance of his hole again. R: Okay, you’ve had your fun Kev. Let’s stop now before they come back. The pressure at his hole continues and something pushes in an inch or two. Ray gives a slight moan. R: Okay lets stop. I didn’t sign on for this. GF: But I did Ray turns his head around and standing behind him in the hallway is his girlfriend. Kev pushes more of his dick into the young man. Again Ray moans without thinking. GF: you were gonna let them G me out and fuck me? yeah, well fuck you, you fucking fuck. They told me everything. And especially how you are a tina bottom for sale now. I’m gonna smoke this good shit from Walt. I’m gonna sit here and watch you pay for our shit like a good little gay boy. Kev thrusts forward and bottoms out in Ray. Ray winces at the sudden intrusion but takes it like a man. Walt refills the bowl and passes it to the girlfriend. She takes her hits and starts to make comments as she watches a real man pound his meat into her boyfriend. Walt and GF step back to take in the view. W: I love a good show with some junkies. Ray’s girlfriend watches as her boyfriend pays for their drugs. He gets his ass fucked for a good 25 to 30 minutes, only stopping to take hits. Kev finishes his pounding of Ray’s ass. Ray gets his underwear on and walks by his girlfriend in shame. She tells him to call before going over to collect his shit from her pad. They are now through. She stops to talk with Walt. He hands her a small baggie full of t and she leaves. Kev walks up to Ray. He reaches down and squeezes his ass with his right hand. He reaches for Ray’s dick with his left hand. He finds Ray is hard after all that fucking. K: Hey Walt, looks like your younger brother liked his punishment. W: I knew he was a natural. Walt walks over to his brother and touches his chin. W: Hey Ray, don’t worry. Straight, Gay, bi, these are just labels. What really matters is that you are a Tina whore junkie that will do whatever me and my friends want for more drugs. Chapter 9 – Keeping the Party Going Ray was in one of the best places for a new pnp bottom to be in. He was high and super defeated. He had just been fucked in front of his now ex-girlfriend. He had been fucked by his ex-best friend. He had been fucked by his own older brother. Now he standing in front of his brother and brother’s friend Kev. He was high but he needed to get higher. He needed to get high enough to forget all about his girlfriend leaving him a few hours ago. He had left but ended up returning because he had no other place to go. Once back inside his brother’s pad, he walked over to Kev, reached out his hand and placed it on his chest. He felt the fine chest hair and traced the happy trail down to the top of his boxer shorts. Kev smiled at the defeated twink and placed his hands on the twink’s shoulders. With a little force downward, he guided the straight boy down to level with his growing dick. K: yeah boy, you know what to do. Make me feel good and we’ll take care of you all night long. Ray reached up and yanked Kev’s boxers right now. The dick swung open and nearly slapped Ray in the face. Ray stopped and took in the sight of the man in front of him. He had seen dicks of all shapes and sizes in the locker room before but this was the first time he had seen a white uncut dick before. He did not get the chance to see it last time before it entered him. The pretty white dick was at full mass at full 7 inch glory. The uncut skin hung over the head even while fully hard. Suddenly Ray was brought back to reality by the sounds of a torch lighting a thick pipe over his head. Kev was taking the first hit of a new bowl. He blew the smoke down on Ray as he woke from his daze. Kev handed the pipe down to Ray. The boy took his hit and blew the cloud onto the white dick as he surrounded it with his mouth. K: Again. This time choke on my big dick. I want it in your throat. Ray took his hit. He took his time engulfing the dick this time. He waited until the dick touched the back of his throat before exhaling. This pleased Kev as he started to rock his dick back and forth in the throat. Ray pulled off the dick and looked up. His brother was now side by side with Kev, dropping his boxers down to the floor. The next cloud was blown on his brother’s growing dick. W: yeah, that’s good. You’re getting better at that little bro. K: omg this is so hot knowing this is your brother that is our current cock slave. The two men talked like Ray wasn’t even there. W: no, he’s a tina slave. That’s more desperate than a cock slave. Watch this. Little brother, get on my bed with your ass in the air, now! Ray got up and leaped on the bed. He got head down ass up for his brother. W: See, complete obedience for more Tina. Kev pulled out a large shard and pushed in into the would-be straight boy’s hole. Kev pulled his fingers out and pushed another shard up the hole. Walt got up and went to get some supplies. When he came back, Kev was pushing a third shard up the boy’s hole. Kev was able to push 3 fingers completely in and out of the boy’s hole as it was right then. Walt pulled up some silicone lube and lubed up his fingers. He pushed four fingers into the boys hole. There was some resistance but he searched around and found Ray’s prostate. He rubbed on that button until the four fingers were gliding in and out with ease, all the way to the knuckles. The man pulled out of the teen. Ray almost cried out because he felt so empty inside. Walt got up on the bed and laid down flat. W: come sit on my dick, you dirty Tina whore. Walt rubbed the silicone lube all over his dick and Ray came up and sat right down on it. The new lube was a godsend. Ray could slide up and down on the big brown dick like he was made to do it. Walt pulls Ray down and holds him down while he piston fucks the teen’s hole. Kev’s starts jerking off with the silicone lube all over his own dick. He gets on the bed and slides closer to the two fucking. He gets right behind the teen, watching his light brown cheeks bounce up and down on his friend’s dick. K: Hey Walt, what time is it? W: Oh I think it’s DP time. Don’t you think so, Ray? Ray starts to try to speak with Walt pulls his dick out just long enough for Kev to push a shard up the hole. Kev guides Walt’s dick back to the teen’s hole. The tina makes the hole quiver and weakened the grip. Like clockwork, Kev puts the head of his dick at the boy’s entrance and pushes forward. Ray starts to cry out stop! but Walt throws his hand over the teen’s mouth. Kev reaches around Ray and puts a bottle of poppers to his nose. Ray takes in two good huffs on both sides. His hole relaxes a bit. Just enough for the second dickhead to push completely into the hole. POP! Again Ray starts to cry out and again his mouth is covered. K: Just fucking let me in already. W: yeah, you know you’ll like it once it’s inside of you. Tears streak down Ray’s cheeks as the second dick pushes forward. The silicone lube helps out huge and both dicks are fully inside the teen in a matter of seconds. Ray tries to buck back and forth trying to pry one or both dicks out of his stretched hole but every movement just helps to push the dicks in him further. Walt lets go of his brother and Ray tries to twist and turn his way free but he is sandwiched between the two men. Eventually the two dicks start to rub Ray the right way and he starts fucking himself down on the intruders. Kev starts long dicking the boy until he feels his nut build up. He pushes forward down to the hilt and unloads his load in the teen. He pulls out and looks at the cum around Walt’s dick. Just dripping from the used hole. Walt turns the boy over and fucks him missionary style for a few minutes. He doesn’t last long feeling how loose and wet the hole it now. Walt slams into and seeds his brother’s hole with another load. The two men gave Ray a short break to rest up. After about 15 o 20 minutes, they were back to playing around. Moans and grunts were the only sounds coming from the bottom. It was hard for him to think clearly on anything other than his hole. Walt kept fingering him with the four fingers as Kev went around to the boy’s front. Kev lit up the pipe, took his hit and gave Ray a big shotgun. He repeated the shotgun three more times. Then the two men stared at each other and both were in silent agreement. Kev took in a fat hit and blew the cloud into Rays lungs. At the same time, Walt worked in the four fingers with his thumb into the boy’s hole. As soon as the entire hand was passed the ring, Ray clenched down on it. More moans escaped from the boy’s mouth. He wiggled his ass like that would get the fist out of his stretched hole, but Walt stayed planted in place. Kev gave another shotgun. This time Walt reached under the boy and jerked his semi hard dick. With the fingers inside the ass, he played with the boy’s prostate while twirling his fingers about. The boy was now moaning and drooling – a complete mess of a boy. Another shotgun and he relaxed enough for the fist to come out. Walt and Kev trade places. Walt starts giving Ray shotguns, just feeding him cloud after cloud. Kev rubs the silicone lube on his fingers, getting them ready to invade. Just as he is about to push in, he throws in a shard into the gapping hole. He sprinkles some powder on his lubed hand and then pushes inside Ray. As Kev’s fingers begin touching Ray’s insides, the boy starts drooling again and begins to push back on the fingers. Kev has slightly bigger hands than Walt so it takes a big of pressure to get the entire fist inside the boy but it pops in nonetheless. All the tina inside the boy’s stretched hole is making Ray’s insides burn. He’s rocking back and forth, practically riding the man’s fist. Kev stretches his fingers inside the boy and more grunts escape the boy’s mouth. Walt pushes his dick in the drooling mess of a mouth Ray has. He fucks the front of the boy as Kev fists him from behind. Kev advances his fist further inside the boy. The boy’s stretched hole is around Kev’s wrist now. Kev pushes further slowly until the boy starts to whine like a scared animal. K: fucking bitch, take that fist.

Part 6: The night at the beat when Evan and Nick fucked me with my hole pre-loaded with poz cum was only a few days ago. I felt used, as if what I wanted wasn't important and I was just an object for other guys, especially Nick, to use as they pleased without any regard for my personal well-being. It fucking turned me on, especially being forced to let Evan and Nick fuck me after my ass was sore and I needed to stop. It made me so incredibly hard. On one hand, I didn't want Nick to find out because I was concerned that he'd up the ante and use and abuse me even more if he knew I liked it. On the other hand, my dick wanted me to confess it to Nick and beg him to do his worst. Should I listen to my head and leave things as they are or should I listen to my dick and see what Nick's capable of? I had a few days for my head and dick to argue about the situation because Nick went to visit his grandparents for a few days, leaving the morning after the session at the beat. He gave me strict instructions to continue slutting myself out, but without him there, I could do it at my own pace. At home, Chris made up for Nick's absence by taking advantage of my freeuse status, fucking me and filling me with his cum, without caring if I got off or not. It was now about 4 or 5 days after the night at the beat. I was at work and received a message from Daniel, a friend who worked in an office building not far from me, suggesting we meet for lunch. Daniel was in the same friend group as Nick, Evan, and Patrick. I met him occasionally on our lunch breaks, so it seemed like a normal request and I said yes. Over lunch, we were chatting about random stuff, and Daniel said "So, I had dinner with Patrick last night. He had some interesting gossip for me". Shit. My stomach turned. I had hoped that my secret wouldn't get out to everyone this quickly. Maybe it was something else. I know I'm a slut, but I didn't want everyone from my actual life to know how much of a slut I am. That's supposed to be just for random strangers to know. I had to ask to make sure. "Ok, I'll bite. What new info has that gossip queen decided to share now?" Patrick, "Oh, nothing much really, just that you're a bareback slut who takes any and all loads, and said that Nick and Evan took you to a beat to try to collect as many loads as possible. He also said that Evan fucked you when you were blindfolded and you didn't know it was him. And I can tell from your facial expression now that it's all true. Am I right?" There was no point in trying to deny it. After all, he could check with Evan or Nick and they'd both confirm Patrick's story. I admitted that it was true, and admitted that I wasn't allowed to refuse any guy who wanted to fuck me, as long as they never used a condom. I was so embarrassed that Daniel knew, it was a bit humiliating. My dick was hard though. My dick was very happy that Daniel knew and that he was confronting me with the knowledge. We'd both finished eating, and Daniel said we should vacate the table so others could use it. I stood up and tried to subtly rearrange my cock so that it wasn't so obvious that I was turned on. Daniel saw it of course and laughed at me. We were walking back towards our respective offices and Daniel told me to follow him, that we needed to take a detour. I followed him but when I asked why, he just said that he'd tell me soon enough. We arrived at a toilet block in a small, quiet shopping arcade. I looked at Daniel and asked what was going on. Daniel just said that he was going to fuck me, he was horny and wanted to empty his balls before he went back to the office, he said he was going to fuck me bareback and cum inside me, and because I wasn't allowed to refuse anyone, I had to do as I was told and take his load. He told me to go into the toilet first, go into the cubicle at the far end, take my trousers and underwear off, leave the door opened, and then send him a text to tell him that I was ready and he'd come in and then cum in me. I did as I was told, except that the furthest cubicle was occupied, so I took the second furthest and sent him a message. My pants were off and hanging on a hook behind the door, and the door was open. While I was waiting for Daniel to enter, I noticed that there was a glory hole between my cubicle and the one Daniel had originally told me to use, the one that was occupied by someone else. Daniel entered, walked into my cubicle, and locked the door. He released his cock from his pants, and I got to see it for the first time. Wow. Shocked was an understatement. I had known Daniel for years and never suspected that he was packing an absolute whopper of a meat stick. Even bigger, both longer and thicker, than Nick's and I thought Nick's was big. He told me to suck it to get it hard. I grabbed it with my hands and guided it to my face, but at the same time gestured with my eyes to the glory hole. I wanted to remind Daniel that the next cubicle was taken, so he should probably keep his voice down. He looked at me and gave me the thumbs up, so I thought he understood what I meant. I started sucking and licking his thick cock head, lapping up some precum as it oozed out of the slit. I was embarrassed at lunch when Daniel told me that he knew that I was a slut, but now I was beginning to think it was worth it because Daniel had the kind of cock that I needed more of. It was very big, huge, probably the biggest I'd ever seen in person, but it was also a beautiful cock, perfectly shaped and designed. Daniel said "Yeah, suck my cock, get me hard and get my cock extra wet so I can fuck you". I quickly glanced at the glory hole and saw an eye there. We were being watched, and Daniel clearly wanted this random guy to know what was happening. Before long, Daniel's cock was fully hard. I vowed in my head to get him alone in private and measure it one day, but I estimated that it was probably about 10" long. I was a bit worried that I wouldn't be able to take it. Daniel pulled me off his dick, turned me round, and with a bit of extra spit, he pushed against my rim. It hurt. I didn't think this baseball bat was going to go in at all. I told him he was too big and suggested that we postpone until we could get some lube and had more time for me to open up. Daniel said I wasn't allowed to refuse a cock, and that includes his, so I had to force myself to relax because one way or another, he's going to bury himself balls deep inside me. He reached around and started massaging my cock, rubbing my precum all over the sensitive glans. This distracted me and made me relax, and right at that moment, Daniel pushed hard and his thick head popped inside me. I yelped in pain and said it was too big and it hurt. Daniel just said he knew it would hurt and I obviously needed more practice, so he shoved even harder and went fully in. I tried to pull myself off him, but with the toilet wall in front of me, there was nowhere to go. He gripped my waist and started fucking me, long deep strokes. It hurt like hell, but it also felt fucking amazing. My ring was on fire but my prostate was loving the battering, and my dick was delighted that I was being used. Daniel said that he needed to get back to work, so he picked up the pace, thrust in deep, and painted my guts white. He kept cumming and cumming. I lost count of the number of pulses, so I'm sure I had a huge serving of his baby batter inside me. The whole time, the eye never left the glory hole. Daniel looked at it and said "Do you want to fuck him now?". A voice from the other side said that the show was hot and he was horny as hell. Daniel told him that he should fuck me. I guess it didn't take much convincing because the eye left the glory hole and was replaced by his cock. Daniel told me to back up onto to and let the guy give me his load. I guess our show had got him close to the edge because he bred me only a few moments after his dick first entered my spermy hole. Daniel leant down and whispered a message in my ear "I have to get back to work now, but don't leave here without thanking the man next door for his cum", then he opened the door, and left, leaving me without any trousers on, bent over with the random cock still in my ass through the glory hole, and the door wide open and not within my reach. I stood up, the cock dropped out and returned to its owner's side of the cubicle divider, and as instructed, I thanked him for his load. I got myself dressed and went to the basins to wash my hands and try to tidy myself up a bit. I hoped I didn't look too much like I'd just been fucked when I went back to work. I left the toilet block, and the mystery guy hadn't opened his door, so aside from his eye and cock, I would never be able to recognize him if I saw him again. I'm sure he'd recognize me though. So, within a week, I'd taken at least 2 poz loads, and at least 1 completely and utterly unknown load. I wondered what my doctor would say if he knew what I'd been up to. As far as he knew, I was still taking my prep and being careful about who I played with.

Introduction I am a gay man whose experience of intimacy is deeply rooted in receptivity, surrender, and full-bodied erotic bonding. For me, pleasure is inseparable from love, trust, and the continuity of connection. The acts that bring me the most ecstasy — deep penetration, ATM, mutual tasting, and the lingering kisses afterward — are not just sexual behaviors. They are rituals of trust, surrender, and sacred union. I understand that many may find these practices [banned word], uncomfortable, or even shocking. I also know that they carry real health risks. I do not share this to coerce or prescribe, but to illuminate a rare, profoundly human way of experiencing intimacy — a way that has brought me joy, wholeness, and deep emotional resonance. Ecstasy Through Receptivity For me, intimacy begins with allowing myself to be open. Penetration is not just physical — it is a full-body embrace, a surrender to presence, a celebration of trust. The erotic energy is heightened not only by sensation but by the emotional bond I share with my partner. Afterwards, acts like ATM — tasting myself mixed with my partner’s essence — extend the union in a way that is multi-sensory and profoundly intimate. The act is not simply about pleasure; it is a continuation of connection, a bridge that keeps the memory of being inhabited alive in body, mind, and heart. When we kiss and hold afterward, it completes a circuit of reciprocity, trust, and ecstatic bonding that lingers far beyond the physical act. For me, these experiences are sacred, rare, and deeply affirming. They are a testament to the beauty of surrender, the power of receptivity, and the ecstatic joy that can exist in male intimacy when it is grounded in love, trust, and mutual respect. The Sacredness of Barebacking For me, going bareback is more than a physical act — it is a profound expression of trust, surrender, and union. Feeling my partner naturally and uncovered inside me amplifies the intimacy in a way that no barrier could replicate. The sensation is not just about pleasure; it is a sacred merging, a moment when bodies, hearts, and minds align. I am fully aware of the health risks involved — of STIs and HIV — and this is a conscious choice we make together, grounded in trust, consent, and mutual understanding. Yet I choose to embrace these moments completely, in the present, because the depth of love, trust, and erotic connection they bring is worth any risk I consciously take. To love and be known so fully, to feel the sacredness of union and the continuity of connection, is a gift I will not deny myself. In this surrender, I am alive, present, and profoundly human. Continuity Through ATM, Tasting, and Kissing When these acts are combined — barebacking, ATM, tasting, and lingering kisses afterward — they create a continuous flow of connection that feels almost sacred. Each step is not just physical; it is an emotional and sensory extension of the intimacy we share. After penetration, ATM allows the union to continue, keeping the memory of his presence alive in my body and heart. Tasting, whether of him, of myself, or the mixture, becomes a ritual of reciprocity, a way of fully inhabiting and honoring each other’s essence. The kisses and gentle touch that follow seal the bond, ensuring that the ecstatic energy, the surrender, and the closeness do not end abruptly but linger, integrate, and deepen the emotional resonance. For me, this is not simply sex — it is a living expression of trust, love, and total presence, a loop of intimacy that nourishes body, mind, and spirit alike. Closing: Celebration of Rare Intimacy In the end, what I experience through surrender, receptivity, and intimate union is more than sexual pleasure — it is a profound affirmation of love, trust, and presence. Barebacking, ATM, tasting, and the lingering kisses afterward are each part of a sacred loop of connection, allowing the ecstasy of union to echo in body, heart, and mind. These practices are rare, deeply personal, and socially transgressive, yet they are also wholly authentic and life-affirming. They remind me that intimacy can be radical, ecstatic, and sacred, that pleasure and love can be inseparable, and that being fully open — fully receptive — is a form of courage, devotion, and beauty. In this union, I feel whole, alive, and profoundly human. To embrace love and erotic presence so completely, even in the face of risk, is my form of devotion, my expression of sacred intimacy, and my celebration of what it means to be fully alive

I only have "standards" when I am looking for something serious, when it is about fucking ANYONE can fuck my ass as long it is bare and don't pull out, if I am a top I prefer bears (fat) but that isn't in stone either in the case of other poz bros, I don't care for looks or age, someone is getting his hole bred!

I turned 65 last month. The yound stud who's fucking me a few times a week brought a friend to "celebrate". He does that sometimes but this time they paid special attention. Celebrate they certainly did haha!! They kept my hole busy for two hours!! Fuck I love sex!!

Part Two: Tom's heart raced as he approached the grimy, graffiti-covered building that housed Ty's apartment. In the short time that Tom had known Ty, a few big things in Tom’s life had changed. For instance, up until meeting his new friend Tom considered himself 100% straight. Now? Well, Ty’s big black cock has challenged that notion. Tom had also begun smoking Tina regularly, and since Ty was his dealer, he could get dick and his drugs all at the same time. When Tom went to pick-up from Ty he always seemed to notice the stark contrast between the crumbling cinder blocks of the projects and the prestigious college halls he was used to. As he approached Ty, or “daddy” as he insisted Tom call him, Tom’s palms became slick with anticipation and nerves and as he climbed the stairs to the third floor, the smell of burnt chemicals and stale cigarette smoke grew stronger with each step, a potent reminder of what awaited him. When Ty swung open the door, a cloud of smoke billowed out, thick white smoke filled the narrow hallway as he stepped aside to let the young white college boy in. "What's up, little man? Ready for your medicine?" His dark eyes twinkled mischievously as he eyed Tom's lean muscular build, his gaze lingering on the bulge in Tom’s jeans. Inside the cramped living room, Ty's heavy, muscular body filled the space like a panther in a cage. His bare, tatted up chest heaved as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and Tom couldn't help but feel a thrill of danger and excitement at being in the presence of such a dominant figure. The room was dimly lit, a single bulb overhead, casting deep shadows that danced across Ty's toned biceps and the bulging veins in his neck. The tension grew as Ty handed Tom a glass pipe, the crystals glinting in the dull light. "Take a hit, bro," he instructed, his voice a smooth purr that sent shivers down Tom's spine. The first hit of the tina was harsh, burning the back of Tom's throat and making his eyes water. The second hit brought a rush of euphoria, his body tingling as the drug hit his bloodstream. The third hit was pure bliss, and Tom leaned back, the world swimming around him. As Ty leaned in to take the pipe, his hand snaked around to Tom's crotch, gripping his cock through the denim. "My boy is always so eager when daddy is around," he murmured, a wicked smile playing on his full lips. Holding Tom’s chin in his massive hand he told him "tonight, I got something special for you and I need you to be brave for daddy, can you do that for me?" Just as Tom was processing what Ty meant by that, Tom's eyes grew wide as the door swung open again, and Diego stepped into the room. The tall, muscular Latin man's presence was electrifying, his olive skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, and his dark brown eyes that Tom couldn’t look away from. Diego was freeballing in a pair of athletic shorts and the outline of Diego's thick, uncut cock pressed against the mesh of the shorts made Tom's own dick throb uncontrollably, and as Tom continued to stare at the man’s cockprint he considered that this guy might just have the biggest cock he has ever seen. Ty noticed and chuckled, "Don't worry, baby, my boy is hung as a goddamn horse but you’ll be able to take it." With a jerk of his head, Ty told Diego, "Get naked, bro. Let him see what you got." Diego obeyed, his movements fluid and confident. He popped off his tank top and pulled down his shorts to reveal a sculpted physique, the muscles of his chest and abs rippling as he stepped closer to Tom. His cock, his massive thick uncut monster of a cock hung heavy, the tip glistening with precum, and Tom felt his mouth water despite his fear and anxiety around the pure physics of how he could ever take something this big and live to talk about it.. "Look at that," Ty said, his voice low and hungry as he reached one massive hand towards Diego’s cock and grabbed it tight. "You ever had anything that big inside you?" Tom couldn't speak, could only shake his head. Ty's hands moved back to Tom, his grip on Tom’s ass growing tight. Ty reached over and scooped up a dollop of Diego’s precum and rubbed it between his two fingers. With the fingers now coated in a lube of Diego’s precum, Ty grabbed a shard of Tina from his bag and slowly began to press the precum lubed shard into Tom’s helpless hole, eliciting a yelp from Tom that caused Ty to briefly cover his mouth. “Shhhhhh baby boy, don’t be making all that noise with them niggas right outside listening….I know boy it burns but you see my man’s cock? It ain’t even hard yet, and you gonna take it all," he promised, his breath hot in Tom's ear. “You gonna need this boy”. Diego approached, and Tom's eyes remained locked on the monstrous cock swaying before him. Without warning, Ty pushed Tom to his knees, and he found himself face to face with what indeed was the biggest cock Tom had ever seen. The scent of musk and arousal mixed with Diego’s cologne was intoxicating, and his own cock throbbed in time with the racing beat of his heart. He tentatively reached out, wrapping his hand around the shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it, the velvety skin stretching over the iron-hard length. "That's right," Ty encouraged, his hand on the back of Tom's head. "Give my boy Diego some lovin now." Tom's mouth watered as he opened his lips, taking the massive head into his mouth. Tom's mouth continued to water as he began to slowly suck on the heavy head of Diego's cock, feeling it stretch his lips open. The taste was a mix of salty and sweet, the scent of musk and arousal intoxicating him even more than the meth coursing through his veins. Tom looked up and caught Ty shot-gunning a massive cloud into Diego’s mouth and something about seeing these two dominant dangerous alpha studs in that intimate embrace drove Tom wild. Diego's hand came to rest on the back of Tom’s head, guiding him gently but firmly, as if he knew exactly how much Tom could handle. Ty's hand remained on his shoulder, the warmth of his touch reassuring, though the anticipation of what was to come had Tom's stomach in knots. Tom's eyes remained locked on Ty's, seeking approval, as he began to suck in earnest. Diego's cock was so thick and getting thicker, filling his mouth completely, and he had to fight against his gag reflex as he took more and more of it. The head of his own cock was leaking pre-cum onto the worn carpet beneath him, and he knew that Ty could see it. The thrill of being used, of being the plaything for these two powerful men, was like nothing he had ever felt before. "Fuck, baby," Ty whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing so good. You know baby, my boy here has never had white ass. You gonna be his first whiteboy.” Diego moaned, hips began to rock gently, his cock sliding deeper into Tom's mouth. “Yeah well, don’t get many white boys coming around here, too scared or something. You don’t gotta be scared bro, I’m big I know I know but I’mma make you feel good, promise.” He continued to moan as Tom took more of him down his throat. “Fuck man, you sucking my cock like a champ, taking it like you hungry for it or somethin”. Tom's eyes watered and he choked slightly, but the feeling of Diego's hands in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him, kept him going. The sounds of his own moaning muffled by the cock in his mouth and the heavy breathing of the two men above him were all Tom could focus on as the world around him faded away. Ty stepped closer, his own cock now hard and pressing against the small of Tom's back. "You like that big Latin cock boy?" he asked, his breath warm against Tom's ear. "You think you can be a brave boy for daddy and take it all?" Tom nodded, unable to form words as he continued to bob his head up and down on Diego's cock. Ty reached around and began to stroke Tom's own erection, his hand rough and calloused, sending bolts of pleasure through his body. The combination of the drugs and the overwhelming sensation of being dominated by these two men had him on the edge. "You want more?" Ty asked, his voice a dark whisper. "You want to feel both of us inside you?" Tom paused, his eyes wide, the desperation and fear clear in his eyes. Ty's hand left Tom’s cock and he felt something cold and slick being spread over his asshole. He gasped as Ty's thumb pushed inside, slowly stretching him open, getting him higher than he’s ever been as Ty was now putting even more of the Tina inside his hole. The burn was exquisite, a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure of Diego's cock filling his mouth. "Look at you," Ty said, his voice a mix of amazement and amusement. "Look at this boy’s hole eat that up. This whiteboy is desperate to get opened up.” Diego's grip on Tom’s head grew stronger, and he felt the man's cock swell even larger in his mouth. He knew what was coming next, and his heart raced in anticipation. Ty's thumb was replaced by something bigger, something that made him tense up in fear and excitement. "Relax, baby," Ty soothed, his voice low and reassuring. "You can take it, you know how to open up for daddy." Tom did his best to relax as Ty's cock began to push into him, inch by slow inch. The pain was intense, but the rush of endorphins from the meth made it almost pleasurable. He felt so full, so used, it was everything he had ever wanted. “There you go baby, opening up that beautiful white hole for your daddies. Gonna make us so proud, I know you will”. When Ty got halfway inside the boy he slowly drew his cock back out, only to then slam the entire length of his massive black cock to the hilt, Tom’s body responding in agonizing pain, a scream now being muffled by Diego’s cock as he continued to push down Tom’s throat. Tom was reeling as Ty began to thrust deeply into him and Diego's cock grew even more insistent in this throat, pushing deeper causing him to choke and gasp for breath. Tom's eyes watered as he gagged, but he didn't stop sucking, driven by a desperate need to please them both as he had finally now understood why he existed, understanding it was for this purpose, for these alpha men to use as they saw fit. Ty's hand found its way back to Tom's cock, now slick with precum and lube, and began to pump it in rhythm with his own thrusts. The room was a blur of movement and sensation, the air thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the ragged breaths of three men lost in the throes of meth induced passion. Tom could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tightening as the pleasure grew more intense, each pump inside him hitting that spot causing an explosion of pleasure with each painful thrust. "You're about to cum for us, aren't you?" Ty demanded, his voice harsh and dominant. Stroking Tom even faster he now ordered: “Now boy, show my guy Diego how Daddy fucks a load out of you, time to bust boy, blow for daddy”. Tom moaned around Diego's cock, his own orgasm building like a volcano ready to erupt. The sensation of Ty's cock pounding into him and Diego's shaft sliding in and out of his mouth was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and pain that resonated through his entire being. The pressure in his balls grew almost unbearable, his body begging for release. "God, yes," Tom managed to murmur, his voice muffled by Diego's cock. The words seemed to spur Ty on, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more possessive. "That's it," Ty groaned, his grip on Tom's hips tightening. "Take it all. Let your daddies wreck this white cunt. Now boy, cum for Daddy NOW!" Ty demanded forcefully. Diego's hand tangled in Tom's hair, holding him in place as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping with each thrust into Tom's mouth. Tom could feel the man's thighs tense and knew he was close. The thought of making Diego cum, of serving Ty like this and obeying his order to cum sent him hurtling over the edge. His body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning, painting the floor with ropes of cum and causing a scream to somehow escape Tom’s cock-filled mouth. As Tom's body quivered with the aftershocks of his climax, Ty pulled out of him with a wet pop. The sudden emptiness made him whimper, his hole longing to be filled. Ty turned him around and bent him over the arm of the couch, his cock still hard and slick with lube. "Now that I milked that out of you, I want you to try and relax baby," Ty whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "Because now baby boy, now the real fucking fun begins." Diego stepped closer, his cock now fully terrifyingly erect, the head a deep purple and slick with precum, easily the size of a young child’s fist. Tom's eyes widened in both fear and excitement as he watched Ty slick the monstrous shaft with lube. With Tom bent over the couch and with his recently fucked hole totally exposed and opened, Ty was able to easily slip two more shards inside Tom without the boy even noticing. Ty grabbed a bottle of poppers and told Tom to inhale it like his life depended on it. Placing the poppers in Tom’s hand and telling him to use them when needed, he slapped Tom’s ass so hard it left a bruise and barked another order. "Open up," Ty demanded, his hand guiding the tip of Diego's cock to Tom's asshole. Tom took a deep hit on the poppers and did as he was told, feeling the head of Diego's cock press against him. He was still sensitive from his orgasm, and the pressure made him gasp. "Easy," Ty cooed, his hand gentle on Tom's back. "Just breathe, baby. This about to hurt like hell but you gonna survive and you gonna take it because now baby you aint got no choice but to take it, you understand?" With a gentle push, the head of Diego's cock breached Tom's tight ring, and Tom's eyes rolled back in his head, his vision becoming spotty as his world was now spinning rapidly around him with Diego’s cock beginning its invasion right as the last two secret booty bumps began to take hold of him. The pain was intense, but he focused on the warmth of Ty's hand and the sound of his voice, telling him how good he was doing and how proud of he was making the men, and when Diego grabbed Tom’s cock and began to slowly stroke it back to life Tom realized that perhaps he was about to feel the greatest pain followed by the greatest pleasure he’d ever known. Inch by agonizing inch, Diego pushed into him, his cock stretching Tom to the limits of what he thought he could handle, all the while Diego and Ty sounding genuinely impressed with how well Tom was taking it as they continued to offer up encouraging words. The burn was almost too much, but Tom knew there was no escape – even if he wanted to leave, even if he begged, he was in too deep and these big men with their rock-hard cocks would never let him go without fucking him first. “Yo little dude, I’m almost halfway inside you bro” Diego announced. “I’m gonna start to pump now, if it gets too much and you think you gonna pass out or somethin I’ll slow it down”. Surprisingly, Tom’s body began to adjust, his ass muscles relaxing around the thick massive intrusion. Ty's cock slid into his mouth again, the taste of his own ass mixing with the musky scent of Diego's precum. Once Diego was fully seated inside Tom, he wrapped his big strong arms around Tom’s body and whispered in his ear “you got all me in you man, down to my nuts its all inside you. So proud of you bro, fuck you tight and you making me feel so good, so proud”. Hearing this, Ty began to fuck Tom’s throat in earnest, his powerful hips driving the thick cock in and out of him. Both Ty and Diego had natural rhythm, so it didn’t surprise Tom when their thrust seemed to sync up - when one man was sliding out the other was sliding in so that Tom was never without one of them inside him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through Tom, making him moan a desperate plea of intense pleasure. He felt so full, so used, and it was everything he had ever needed, everything he longed to be. The room was a cacophony of sounds: Ty's harsh breaths, Diego's grunts of exertion, and the wet, squelching noises of their bodies coming together. Tom's own muffled moans, a mix of cruel pain and intense pleasure added to the symphony, his eyes watering with every deep push down this throat. As the two men fucked him, Tom's mind was a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. The fear and anxiety from earlier had been replaced with a sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be, in between his dad’s. He was their boy, and they were using him as they saw fit. The power dynamics played out before him were intoxicating, the high from the meth only amplifying the intensity of the experience. Diego's hand found its way to the back of Tom's head again, pushing him down further onto Ty’s cock as Ty's thrusts grew more erratic. Ty's grip on Tom's head tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fucked his face harder and faster. Diego had been let loose and was now mercilessly pounding Tom’s ass. With his big strong hands firmly pressing Tom into the couch he began to ruthlessly slam his cock inside the boy. “Fuck whiteboy, you taking this cock like a real man, you hear me? Shit, I fucked half these wanna-be tough guy niggas walkin round this block and they be crying, begging me to stop before we I even get goin. But you whiteboy? You fucking love this shit, don’t you? You love coming to this nigga’s shitty little apartment, getting spun and taking some brown cock don’t you boy? Tom could only moan his response. “Yeah boy? That’s what I thought. You love it? Fuck boy, that’s real good, cuz I’mma fucking give it to you!” Tom's body was a canvas of pain and other worldly ecstasy, painted with the strokes of Diego's cock and Ty's firm hand. The pain had transformed him, broken him to pieces, and the pleasure that followed, the delicious ache that his daddy’s cocks provided, had put him back together, each movement a stroke of the brush that brought him closer to his full experience of ecstasy. He could feel Diego's cock thickening even more inside him, the veins pulsing with the promise of release. Ty's thrusts grew more urgent, and Tom knew he was close. "Fuck, baby," Ty panted, his voice strained. "Dis throat open up so good..don’t worry baby boy, Diego gonna put his nut inside you now and yo daddy gonna put his nut inside you later." Tom's eyes watered as Diego's hands tightened around his waist, the pressure that held him down becoming slightly painful. He knew what was expected of him, and the idea of making them both cum was driving him wild. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his daddy’s cock in his mouth. Diego's hips began to buck, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. In between ragged breathes Diego rushed to get the words out before it was too late. "I'm gonna cum white boy, fucking gonna fill this ass up you ready? You ready bro?" he growled, his voice deep and guttural. Tom nodded, eager to be filled with the man's seed, to show him how badly he wanted to please him. Tom noticed their rhythm grew more frenzied, their cocks slamming into Tom's ass and throat with an intensity that made him see stars. With a roar, Diego slammed into Tom’s ass with such force it knocked the wind out of him, and as Tom struggled to find his breath while enduring Diego’s wild thrust, he was tasked with also surviving the torrent blast of cum that his dad was now shooting down his throat. With almost no warning Ty was now flooding Tom’s throat as Diego continued to flood his hole. Diego’s thrust began to slow and Tom felt the warmth of the man’s nut spread inside him, the feeling of being claimed and used and finally filled up in the most primal way possible making him whole, giving him purpose. The warmth of their loads coupled with the insane amount of tina coursing through his veins caused Tom to spiral into an orgasm so deeply he very literally almost passed out. His body spasmed, his ass clenching around the cock that was still buried deep within him. Ty watched with fascinated and hungry eyes, his own climax beginning to also subside. "You doin so good and we so proud of you boy," he praised, his voice thick with pride and lust. "Look at you, cumming like this for us. Yeahhhh boy keep going, get every drop out for daddy now". Tom's moans grew louder, his body trembling, shaking, as Diego’s hard cock slammed into him one final time, sending him over the edge again, somehow restarting the orgasm he thought he had just finished, leaving Tom completely exhausted and totally spent. Ty pulled out of his throat, and before Tom could even catch his breath, the two men took turns kissing him deeply, intimately, so intensely it felt as if the men were desperate for him to understand how they had claimed him and were helping him understand with this intimate embrace. The two men stepped back, both panting heavily, with their massive strong arms wrapped around each other and their chests heaving, looking down at their boy now covered in a mix of sweat, lube, meth, cum and spit. Ty's cock was still semi-hard, glistening with Tom’s spit while Tom's ass had been stretched beyond what any of the men had thought possible, now dripping with Diego's cum and throbbing from the pounding it just took. Tom felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, his body a testament to the power and pleasure they had shared. Diego leaned down, his chest brushing against Ty's, and whispered something in Spanish that made Ty laugh, the sound low and wicked. They shared a knowing glance before turning their gaze back to Tom, who was now knelling in front of them, trying to catch his breath while looking up at the men, searching their faces for their approval. Ty bent down and picked Tom up, carrying him into the bedroom as Diego followed behind. The three men crawled into bed together, with Tom in the middle while the room continue to spin around them from a mix of pure exhaustion and a whole lot of drugs. Clearing his throat while relaxing into their arms, Tom thanked his dad’s for this experience, and as they drifted off to sleep Tom thought to himself how lucky he was to be owned by such incredible men, and as he closed his eyes he chuckled to himself, silently reminding himself how glad he was that Ty had once ordered from Ubereats.