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Over the next week life went on fairly mundane. Work and school were very busy. I would see the Professor stare at me or look me up and down. I would see him on the days I went in early in his tight spandex bike shorts. Rick and I sucked each other off one night and then I didn't see him for several nights. At the end of the week, I got home late and went to take a shower. As I was finishing up Rick came in. He was fully nude and his cock was hard. He came into the shower and I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. "Yeah boy that's it suck Daddy's cock. You've become such a good cocksucker. Only a couple of weeks ago you were only eating pussy now you are only eating dick. Isnt that right" he said I nodded. He was right. I loved sucking his cock and tasting him. I let his mammoth meat out of my mouth and then suck and licked his balls and rubbed my face in it. I loved how he smelled and wanted that all over my face. He then stood me up bent me over and rammed his cock in me. I yelled in pain. "Shut up. This is what you have wanted right? All week, you wanted this. Tell me I'm wrong" he said as he started to fuck me. "Ohhhhhhh, yes Daddy I want this. I need your cock in me, fuck me please" I moaned pushing back on him, my ass now sucking his cock. "Fuck your pussy is pulling my cock in. You have a hungry wet pussy don't you Dan. My beautiful Dan" he said now in stride fucking me "Yes Daddy" I moaned "Yes Daddy what" he said "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your cock. Yes I have a pussy and it needs your cock" I moaned pushing back to meet his thrust With that he started to pump hard into me fucking me grabbing my hips. Then he pushed me against the wall and stuck his cock deep in my guts and kept banging me. It hurt but I didn't care I wanted him in me. "I'm cumming in you boy" he yelled I pushed back on me and arched my ass out to meet his stick and felt him spasm and shoot load and load of his hot cum in me. As he did I felt again that feeling in my ass and started to cum and shoot against the wall. He kept grinding in me. He turned my head and we shared a keep kiss. He finally pulled out and I naturally turned around, dropped on my knees and cleaned off his cock covered in cum, my pussy juice and there was a little blood in the cum. As I sucked him I felt his cock spasm again but then felt a stream. What the heck it was piss. I looked up surprised and started to pull off. "Don't pull back bitch. Swallow it, don't waste a drop" he commanded I swallowed quickly as he kept pissing in my mouth. I swear he pissed half of a cup at least. When he was done he pulled out his cock stil hard. "Good boy" he said He lifted me up and kissed me deep and pushed me back against the wall. We stayed there for a few minutes kissing and holding each other. I was in heaven. Things felt right again with Rick. I know I need him. As we parted a kiss he looked at me and I looked at him. "My gorgeous young man. What's the stare" he asked I looked at him with gleeming eyes. "I think I have fallen for you. I want to be with you" I said "I know. There is so much more for you and us." he said and kissed me deeply. Happiness.

As I walked to the conference room I couldn't stop thinking about the Professor's cock and he had a ring through it. What is that for? It was a thick ring almost horseshoe like. Why would anyone wear it. There was something sexy about it. I started to think that it must hurt someone who he is fucking with that on his cock. Right? It can't feel good. I got the conference room and they just had started the meeting. The room was full and I had to sit in the back of the conference room on a lecture table. Each one had two chairs. A few minutes after me the Professor walked in and as the room was full he came and sat right next to me. He had changed clothes. He was wearing grey thin nylon running shorts like mine but were a smidge longer. He smiled as he sat down. Since it was tight where we were in the back and against the wall he had to slide in and his leg rubbed against mine. He apologize and I just smiled and said it was ok. I could smell his musty scent and it was a little warm in the room with it being full. He smelled good. My cock started to get hard. He saw me take a noticeable inhale and smiled at me. I tried to calm down and focus on the meeting. Luckily someone right in front of me asked a question and everyone looked at the back part of the room so that made me focus. The meeting as all meetings do lasted longer than it should but we were out of there. As I walked out I had to use the bathroom. I went in and started to take a pee. Professor Post walked in and pulled out his cock and stroked it a bit and looked over. There was no wall between urinals and I could see his cock as he rubbed it. It was huge and semi-hard with that metal ring. He saw me look and smiled back and then looked down at mine. "Someone has been a naughty boy" he said smiling Shit I thought, he saw me looking at his cock. "Huh what do you mean" I said "You must've been naughty. Looks like you got a spanking." he said. I didn't realize as I was in such a rush to piss part of my shorts fell below my waist. "Ohh that ughh yeah I fell on my ass" I said. I quickly zipped up and left. OMG I was so embarrassed that he saw the spank marks on my ass. I went back to the office grabbed my stuff and went to my class. The day went on kind of long but I got through it. After class I tried to call and text Jane again. I had called her several times since that night and texted. The only text I got back was, "Fuck you. You cheating fag!". I really felt bad. I didn't want it to be like this. Less than two weeks ago I was a straight guy with a gf who loved to fuck and eat pussy. I had other women flirt with me and I loved the slutty ones too. I really cared for Jane and felt really bad. And now I have sucked cock, had my cock sucked, eaten lots of cum, and even been fucked several times and had cum in me. All with an older man who has HIV. As I remembered the way Rick touched me, tasted me, fucked me, held me and made me feel, my body got warm and my cock started to get hard. Again in any other world not a good looking guy but I found him handsome, sexy and had this sexual aura about him. I met my friends at the bar and we were eating and having drinks. Some of their friends joined us and I got to know them. We stayed out till about 9p and then I went home. When I went inside the house, I changed and then went to if Rick was up. He was in his bedroom on the couch watching TV. "Come inside and tell me about your day" Rick said I went thru my day and even told him about Professor Post. He said the Professor has a crush on you and you have one on him. "No I don't have a crush but I do find him attractive" I said "I am jealous" Rick said "You shouldnt' be. You are more attractive and sexier than him" I said putting my hand on his thigh. "Also I wanted to tell you that I took the PEP" I said. He didn't have any negative reaction which I was surprised at. "I am glad you decided. How do you feel about it" he asked "I feel good. I think it buys me more time to think this through as I am still confused. I hope I was in time and it works" I said "Me too" Rick said genuinely "Thank you. That makes me feel better" I said "Why so" he asked "I was worried you would be mad or disappointed at me for taking it" I said softly looking down "No not at all. All I want if for you to be comfortable and happy with the decisions you make. And to enjoy our intimacy and your own body and desires" he said. He then leaned over and started to kiss me. We made out. His scent was strong and intoxicating. Our tongues were intertwined and we both started to take off what clothes we had on. Then he went down on my hard cock sucking me deep in his mouth tonguing my cock and then in his throat. I moaned. "Ohhhhhh Daddy" I yelled He kept sucking me. I couldn't help myself I reached over and took him in my mouth. We were now sucking each other off in 69. He moaned as I worked his thick hung meat. I then felt one finger then two fingers in my ass working my hole and prostate. "OHHHHHH Daddy" I moaned. He worked that for a few minutes and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" I moaned with his cock in my mouth as I shot spurt of how cum in his mouth. He sucked and tongue thrashed my cock head and worked my prostate together and I just started to moan louder. It was an intense orgasm. After a minute or so he still sucked and worked my hold slowly until I came down and became too sensitive. He finally let me cock out of his mouth and removed his fingers. He moved me so I was lying flat on the couch and then sat on my face with his ass. "Eat me boy" he said He pushed his pungent smelling ass in my face. I pushed back a bit. "I dont really eat ass" I said "You also didnt suck cock either but you love it now dont you? He said as he pushed down on me. I was consumed by it and started to lick him. It was a pungent smell that also had a bit of his body odor from his armpit the scent started to overwhelm me. I started to dive in and eat him. "Ohhh yeah boy. I knew you would be a good ass eater. Eat Daddy out" he said I ate him licking his hole, his under crotch area and his balls. The smell of his ball were wonderful as I licked them up. As I was eating and licking him he lifted my legs and stuck two fingers in my hole. I started to pant and moan in his ass. "Fuck Dan your pussy is so hungry its eating my fingers" he said I was preparing him to fuck me hard. He lifted off my ass but instead of fucking me he stuck his cock in my mouth making me gag. "Suck slut" he said I went into overdrive and sucked and licked his cock hungrily. I used my mouth, tongue and hand to get him off. After about 5 minutes, I felt his start to tense. "Here you go boy" he said and then he started shooting spurt after spurt of hot semen into my mouth. He kept pushing his cock into my mouth and sucked him wanted every drop of his seed to taste him. After he finished he pulled out of my mouth. "Good boy. Look at you, you love cock dont you" he said I nodded. My hole still twitching I wanted him to fuck me. "Time to go to bed. I am beat." Rick said turning off the TV. I left his bedroom a little sad. Even though I had cum I was still horny.

For those who enjoyed reading my this, let me know what themes/plot points/moments you liked! — Maybe I’m a coward with a sick and twisted mind. Who cares honestly. My mind is drifting in and out of consciousness, bouncing between the immense pleasure pulsing from my hole and the drug-fueled haze of the past. This stranger is pounding away at my hole, intent on dumping another load up my used cunt. At 39, I’m finally living a life that makes me feel whole: spending most of my waking hours working out and getting fucked. It’s taken me years to admit that my fulfilling life doesn’t involve fighting the good fight. I chased after degrees, titles, and projects that would signal an accomplished life. But deep down, I felt trapped by the mundaneness of routine and rules. It took me a while to admit that I’m selfish and the only things I care about are cocks and cum. I’m vain. I love having a muscular body to seduce other men. I love flexing my butt or stretching my arms to reveal my toned abs. Despite being a tenured professor at one point, I’m actually a dumb faggot deep down. Arghhhhhhh, the guy fucking me moaned. He thrust in me hard one last time before pulling out only to be replaced by another guy. I didn’t know what they looked like because I was blindfolded. I could see faint lines of light, but everything was hazy. My body was humming from the Molly, weed, shrooms, and poppers. As the new guy found his rhythm, my mind began drifting again, almost as if the rhythmic fucking was the key to start my walk down memory lane. I met Tom when I was 29 and in my second-to-last year of grad school. The sustained stress of a PhD program unearthed and magnified my childhood traumas and fear of abandonment. I wanted a safe, stable relationship that could help me heal from my past. But I also knew that was the trauma talking. The thought of “wanting safety” had become an overbearing bodyguard, one that stood firm between me and the greater unknown. But also one that had backed me into a small corner. Of course, I didn’t have this clarity back then. Meeting Tom at the height of my life stress made me cling on to safety more than anything. And Tom was and still is the sweetest, most loving man I have ever met. He received all wounds with open arms. Supported me through the rest of grad school, encouraging me every time I wanted to quit or panicked because I felt inadequate. He was beautiful inside and out. Tom has these rich brown eyes that matched his skin tone. Those brown eyes gave such sweet, loving gazes. His nose and jaw were sharp and masculine. But his lips were large and soft, so delicate. And his cock. Oh god. That’s what really drew me to him when we first met. When he sent me dick pics over Grindr, I knew I was going to have fun. It tasted and felt even better in person. So thick. 6.5”. Husband dick. Or so I thought at the time. He came over. Fucked me. We cuddled, and the rest was history. Those first few months were magical. I thought I had found my sexual match. He quickly learned that I love having my nipples played with. Tom was always down to breed me. He could go multiple times, sometimes even staying hard after cumming and could go again (slowly at first). One time I got curious and asked him what the most times he’s cum with someone in one session. Eight times. It was with he ex, Kyle. He met Kyle over Grindr and was going to be one of two guys to fuck Kyle. The other guy passes out after dumping two loads into Kyle, and Tom ended up staying up through the night fucking Kyle. No drugs either. He said Kyle’s hole was magical. He could slide in without lube and just start fucking. He said Kyle’s hole made his cock twitch and tingle in ways he had never felt. And Kyle had this chaotic energy to him that made the encounter so fun. Tom’s eyes were elsewhere as he was telling me. His cock was rock hard, leaking, as he recounted how amazing Kyle’s hole felt. Tom said it was a bad breakup, but he would love to fuck Kyle again. Of course I freaked out hearing that. Christian trauma and abandonment fears were like the angel and devil on my shoulders, except both were telling me in unison to freak out. So I did. And Kyle became a sore spot in our relationship. A couple years into the relationship, Kyle had reached out to reconnect. Tom and I talked it over and I said it would be ok as long as Tom sets boundaries. They met up and talked for 3 hours. Didn’t do anything. And I trust Tom (we were still living in different cities). He told me about everything after and assured me nothing has changed for him. Little did he know, I impaled myself on my largest dildo and came time. I was horny by the fear and jealousy of losing him to Kyle, of him wanting Kyle more than me. And the thought of that made me fuck myself again. I wanted some loads real bad. Went on sniffies and got some guys by campus to come fuck me. I sniffed so much poppers that I went blind for a few seconds. I felt a high so exhilarating that I never wanted to come down. Alas, I came down and came. Got a load and had tuckered myself out. A few weeks go by and Tom says that he still has complex feelings for Kyle. They hung out again and Tom said he felt this pull towards Kyle. I freaked out. I told him I found this hot, but also that I don’t have the bandwidth to navigate this right now. He agreed and paused reconnecting with Kyle. Such a loving man. Sniff, someone said as they held a bottle to my nose. I sniffed hard as someone played with my nipples. He hovered over them gently and it felt so good that I squirted through my cage. Sniff! My body began to fade into the past again as the poppers began to swirl through my lungs. Four years later, things were starting to feel stable. I was done with grad school and finishing up my third year of my tenure track. Tom and I had been living together for about three and a half years. We moved in together right after I graduated. The first year was tough. It took us a while to calibrate to each other’s idiosyncrasies, but with enough time and patience, anything is doable. Our home was like a well oiled machine. We had also done a lot of couple’s therapy by this point. I was able to confront my abandonment fears, and Tom showed that he wanted to spend his life with me. We opened up our relationship and it was great. Well it was great and confusing. Tom fucked so often. So did I. But just not each other. Tom wanted to, but I just wanted to be ravaged by men. It was about quantity. I felt a rush when men lust after my body and hole. I should have known that I never truly dealt with my emotional trauma. It had simply transformed from fear to a need to be desired. External validation was my new dopamine. Being loved by one amazing man wasn’t enough anymore. I needed more. I remember it was around the one year mark after we opened that I grew restless. The overnight or weekend cum dump sessions weren’t enough for me anymore. I was growing tired of the balancing act I was doing. Coordinating my life with work and Tom meant I could never really act on my sluttiness on a whim. Everything had to be scheduled, meaning being a faggot had to be scheduled. But I had worked so hard for this life. Worked so hard to build my relationship with Tom. But my hole by this point had a mind of its own. It would rumble and vibrate telling me it was hungry. Sometimes I swore it would send my mind visions of the type of cock it was craving. Then I would need to hunt for this cock. But I could never stay out for too long, so my hole was never satisfied. Weekend motel sessions became the highlight of my month. Fall 2023. My foggy brain can’t pinpoint the month, but I know for a fact it was autumn 2023. Tom was gone for 3 weeks between seeing family and for work. I prepped for a week long cumdump session at my favorite motel. I set my out of office emails and notices, put up ads on all my fav sites, got drugs, and went to the motel. I had an abundance mindset. I wanted everything and nothing was too much. I was high on molly and weed. Four or five guys had fucked me by this point. My hole was humming. I was so happy. I was playing with my hole and nipples. Switching back and forth with one hand and scrolling on my phone with the other. He walked in. My eyes and lips went soft and numb. I couldn’t believe the god in front of me. He looked like if an Abercrombie model grew up to work as a mechanic who still worked out. Muscular but daddy. His shirt clung to his muscles. He was tall and hairy. His face looked serious. I wanted him with all my being. I perked up and slowly crawled to him, from the bed to the carpet. He looked down at me and didn’t say anything. He inspected my eyes carefully and then pulled out a pipe. He told me to standup and suck it. I stood up faster than you can blink. I never wanted anything more in my life than to have sex with this man. I mean that. I loved Tom, but this wasn’t about love. It’s about desire. And I have never desired another man more than him. I projected all my dom fantasies into this man the second he told me to smoke from his pipe. Not a question but an order. A fantasy I had replayed in my head a thousand times. I saw myself being owned and trained to be a nasty cumdump. Daddy’s sex slave. Daddy’s cash cow. Daddy’s faggot. I was leaking possibilities. So I looked at him with big puppy eyes and inhaled as he lit up that pipe. And he kept the fire going. And just when I thought I couldn’t anymore, he stopped and told me to hold. He sat slowly down in the bed and undid his pants. Told me to exhale on his cock. I did just that. Nothing more. I just hovered over his cock never stopping eye contact. I wanted to show him that I’m a good faggot. This was my audition. I wanted to show him how I’m a good faggot so I quickly darted my eyes to the pipe and then back to him. He didn’t budge. I was so horny. I want him to fuck me up. I wanted to get fucked up. So I said please can I have more? He lit the pipe. I inhaled and exhaled. More, he said. So I took rapid fire hits. My body was humming and my eyes felt like they were going to roll around the sockets. I wanted his cock so badly. I begged. Please can I have your cock? Please I need your cock. My hole was screaming at me to get on his cock. My head and hole were fighting!

finally succeeded with the pics. here's my own gape compared to a "normal" anus

A couple of months ago I met-up with a guy on Manhunt. He was a bottom, 20 years old, white, still even living at home, and between boyfriends. He wanted to get fucked, and was frantically horny. He said he was negative, and I assured him I was likewise. We discussed if we were going to go bareback or use a condom. He told me that he had only gone bareback once with his ex-boyfriend, so we would use a condom. He asked if that was ok, and I said “sure, that’s fine,” thinking I would blow him off. Then he asked if I came a lot and if I could cum more than once. Bingo - I saw an opportunity. I told him that I shoot a lot of cum even on my second or third round, but that if I used a condom I could only cum once because after the first time, that the rubber desensitized my dick so much I couldn’t stay hard. But, on the other hand, if I went bareback I could go for two or three rounds (which was actually true). He liked the idea of multiple rounds with me, explaining his former boyfriends had generally had had low sex drives, and, consequently, he was never particularly satisfied in his sexual encounters. In short, he was intrigued by the notion of a multi-cummer who could truly wear-out his hole. Weighing up his remarks, I figured he would probably be open to barebacking, so I invited him over, and told him to pick-up some condoms. He agreed, and took down my address. He showed up an hour later, and was clearly nervous, so we talked a bit while seated on the coach. As he gradually relaxed, I sensed it was time to down to business, so I slid closer to him, took his face in my hand, and began to kiss him. Man did the clothes fly! We were naked within minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with abandon. His cock was a respectable five or six inches, and his balls were drawn tight - presumably out of excitement. Naturally, my cock was turgid, and my big balls ready to deliver their four-day load as directed. Leading him to my bedroom, we maneuvered into a 69 position, each pleasuring the other. He did a decent job sucking my cock, although I was really too big for him, so he focused on stroking the shaft while sucking the head. I swallowed his cock and consecutively swallowed each of his balls as I played with his taint, sensing such as the best way of readying him. Eventually I flipped him over onto his belly and rimmed his bubble butt. For a generally smooth guy, he had an interestingly hairy ass. Fucking sweet! He damn near knocked me off in excitement. Apparently, no one had ever done it to him before. When his ass seemed amply relaxed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cock along his crack, showing him that I was ready to fuck him. His build was a lot smaller than mine, so I took command, wrapping my entire body around him, holding him in my arms, grinding my cock against his bubble ass. This turned him on, as I knew it would. This kid was a submissive, and wanted to be dominated by a man. A man he would get! He moaned, and then whispered the words I had been waiting to hear: "fuck me." Smiling with inward satisfaction, I grabbed some lube (which I had placed within arm’s reach) and greased up my bare cock. He didn’t offer-up a condom, and frankly I don’t know if he even had them. I slowly slid my cock head into him, giving him a minute to adjust, as my cock is fairly large, and when the time seemed ripe, eased the entire shaft into his warm, wet, tight ass. I could feel his ass muscles alternately clench down and push back against me, impaling himself onto my raw cock. He was hardly inexperienced, even if generally unsatisfied with his partners. He had mentioned that, when most guys fuck him, they came in under a minute, and he hated as much because he never had time to get off. I could understand why the earlier tops had come so quickly: his ass was round and perfect, but I was determined to make the experience memorable for him, so I measured my strokes so that I wouldn’t blow too quickly. I wanted to convert him in more than one sense. Several times, as my breathing got heavy and I got close, he asked me if I was going to cum yet, and I told him “no, man, not yet - we’ll make it last,” slowing down to delay my orgasm. When I had regained control, I resumed pumping my bare cock in and out of his ass, keeping him pinned directly against the bed, so he couldn’t get to his own dick. Finally I let it go. My balls contracted, sperm shooting out of my raw cock into his ass, pumping him full of poz cum. I unloaded for perhaps 15 seconds, relishing in breeding him. He had no idea what he had taken, besides my cum, into his hole. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to slowly fuck his ass, while he just moaned, feeling my cum squishing around inside him. About 10 minutes later I rewarded him with another load of cum on top of my first one. Spent for at least a little while, I pulled out with a wet plopping sound, and kept him face down so my seed wouldn’t spill out of his ass. I stroked his hole, soothing it with gentle massaging, as we talked for about half hour, and I worked my cock. In due course, my cock regained turgidity, and I had him reposition himself doggy style, mounting his ass again, barebacking fucking him from behind. This time, however, I allowed him to jack his dick. After ten minutes or so, he asked if I was close. I was and said as much, to which he replied "I want to taste it this time." I replied “Nah - this one’s also for your hole. You can eat my fourth load,” whereupon I blew inside his butt, notwithstanding his request. His ass was made for breeding, and I wanted to make sure it was done to completion. As I came, he shot his load onto the bed and collapsed on his stomach, with me on his back. I continued to pump his ass slowly, and him if he wanted my fourth load, but he was exhausted, and truth be known, so was I. He got all mushy and clingy then, wanting to hang out and talk, but I cut him short saying I had to run. I also wanted to get him out the door before he asked to use the bathroom, thus giving my poz cum the time it would need to work its way into his body. Notwithstanding my seeming rudeness, he contacted me a few days later, wanting to get together for another session, but we never did. My work was done, and I knew was sure of as much when a few weeks later, while chatting on-line, he mentioned he had the flu, and wasn’t feeling well. I told him it was going around, and was sure he’d be better soon. Yeah, right! Welcome to the brother hood buddy!

Part 14: The Scorpion's Lesson and an Invitation from Two The message sits on your phone for three days before you finally send it. Three simple words that feel like a confession of failure: "It didn't take." You've been staring at the single line on your latest HIV home test for an hour, the stark, solitary mark mocking you from the bathroom counter. It is Sunday evening. The sound of your husband's car pulling away has faded, leaving the apartment in a sudden, echoing silence. He's gone for the week, back to his work life 400 kilometers away, and you are alone. This is the first ritual of your week of freedom: the test. Your heart pounds with a mixture of hope and dread, a lonely, desperate prayer in the quiet of your empty home. But the result is the same as always. Negative. Still negative. Still on the outside looking in. Ten weeks. Ten weeks since that perfect night in the hotel with Mark, since you felt the searing heat of his toxic load claim you. You waited for the flu, the fever, the sign. It never came. That negative result at the clinic stripped you bare. It sent you spiraling. You abandoned the hope of a perfect, emotional conversion and embraced a brutal, transactional reality. In a frenzy, you first took the student's questionable load followed by the doctor's poison in a filthy bathroom, anything to feel the change. It's been four weeks since that day. And still... nothing. This single line on the test strip is a verdict not just on Mark's gift, but on the doctor's, on every desperate, filthy act you've committed. You are a fortress. An impenetrable, negative fortress, and the irony is so bitter it tastes like ash in your mouth. Your thumb hovers over the send button. This isn't just a message to Mark; it's a plea. It's a confession. It's a prayer. You press send. His response comes within minutes. Just two words: "Call me." Your fingers tremble as you dial. The phone rings once, twice, and then his voice fills your ear, warm and familiar, like slipping into a favorite sweater on a cold night. "Hey, you," Mark says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "I was wondering when I'd hear from you." "Hey," you manage, your throat tight. "I... I got tested again. It's still negative." There's a pause, and you brace yourself for disappointment, for pity, for the awkward platitudes that people offer when they don't know what else to say. But instead, you hear a soft, genuine laugh. "I'm not disappointed," he says, and his voice drops to a more intimate register. "Honestly? It just means I get another excuse to be with you, have fun with you, have another blast at my babies to take hold of you." The words hit you like a warm wave, washing away the disappointment and replacing it with something else entirely. Hope. Anticipation. The familiar stirring in your groin that always accompanies thoughts of Mark. "I was hoping you'd say that," you admit, your voice steadying. "Good. Because I have plans." He pauses, and you can almost see him leaning back in his chair, that easy confidence radiating through the phone. "I'm coming to Frankfurt in two weeks. Conference. Three days, two nights. But I won't be alone." Your heart skips. "What do you mean?" "There's someone I want you to meet," Mark says. "His name is Stefan. He's... important to me. And I think he could be important to you too. I want all three of us to meet at my hotel." The implication hangs in the air, heavy and intoxicating. Three of you. Together. The thought sends a jolt of electricity straight to your cock. "Who is he?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. Mark is quiet for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice has softened, becoming reflective, almost vulnerable. "You remember our first night?" he asks. "When I couldn't do it? When I pulled out that condom because I was so terrified of the monster inside me?" You remember. God, you remember. The hollow, frustrating safety of it. The way your cock softened when you saw the black XXL Magnum gleaming in the hotel light. The way he entered you, and it felt like nothing, like fucking through a wall. And afterwards, the desperate, depraved act of stealing his filled condom from the wastebin, smuggling it home inside you like a thief carrying stolen treasure. "I remember," you say quietly. "After you left that night," Mark continues, "I was a wreck. I felt like a coward. I hated myself. I'd had the most beautiful, willing man in my bed, a man who wanted exactly what I had to give, and I couldn't do it. I was too scared of what it would mean, of what it would make me." You can hear the pain in his voice, the echo of that old fear, and your heart aches for him. "So I went to a poz support group," he says. "Just to listen. Just to be around other guys who understood what it felt like to carry this thing inside you. I sat in the back, didn't say a word. Just listened to their stories. And that's where I saw him. Stefan." "Stefan?" "My colleague," Mark says, and there's a note of wonder in his voice, like he still can't quite believe it. "We'd worked together for years. Had coffee dozens of times. Talked about projects and deadlines and all the mundane bullshit of office life. I had no idea he was gay, let alone poz. Neither of us knew about the other. And there he was, standing up in front of the group, sharing his story like it was nothing. Like it was just a fact of his life, not a tragedy." You're riveted, hanging on every word. The image of Mark, vulnerable and lost, sitting in a folding chair in some community center, watching his colleague reveal a secret neither of them knew they shared—it's almost too intimate to bear. "After the meeting, he came up to me," Mark continues. "He could see I was struggling. He didn't offer advice or platitudes. He just said, 'Let me buy you a beer.'" Mark's voice becomes more animated as he describes the pub. It was a small, dimly lit place near the community center, the kind of bar where the wood is worn smooth by decades of elbows and the bartender knows everyone's name. They found a corner booth, ordered two pints, and Stefan just... waited. "He didn't push," Mark says. "He just sat there, drinking his beer, looking at me with these calm, steady eyes. And eventually, I started talking. I told him everything. About you, about my fear, about how I felt like a prisoner in my own body. About how I'd had the chance to give someone exactly what they wanted, and I'd been too scared to do it." You can picture it perfectly: Mark, his powerful frame hunched over a pint glass, spilling his guts to a man he thought he knew but was only just meeting for the first time. Mark's voice drops, becoming softer, more intimate, as if he's sharing a profound secret. "That's when it happened. That's when I really saw him. For the first time. All those years we'd worked together, I'd never... seen him. He was just Stefan. A colleague. Tall, blond, our age. But in that moment, sitting across from me in that dim booth, he was completely transformed. I saw the man, not the colleague. I saw the way the dim bar lights caught in his hair, making it shine like a halo of spun gold. I saw his eyes—not just blue, but a piercing, intelligent blue that seemed to see straight through all my bullshit and into the scared man underneath. And that three-day beard... it wasn't unkempt. It was a shadow of masculine perfection, accentuating a strong jaw and lips that looked like they were built for both whispered secrets and dirty, sinful kisses. I saw a warmth radiating from him, a deep, empathetic calm that had nothing to do with the beer in his hand. It was in his posture, in the way he leaned forward, hanging on my every word. He wasn't just listening; he was feeling my story with me. I realized in that moment that he wasn't just a considerate person; he was an exceptionally rare, beautiful soul. And my god, was he sexy. It wasn't a loud, aggressive sexiness. It was a quiet, confident power. The sexiness of a man who is so completely at ease in his own skin, in his own poz body, that it becomes a magnetic force." You can't help it. The way he's talking, the reverence in his voice... you have to ask. "Mark," you interrupt gently, "it sounds like you fell in love with him." There's a soft chuckle on the other end of the line, not one of mockery, but of understanding. "Yeah," he admits, his voice warm. "I thought so at first, too. It's an easy mistake to make. When someone sees you that clearly, when they offer you that kind of unconditional acceptance... it feels like love. But it's something different. It's deeper in a way. He didn't want to own me, and I didn't want to own him. He just... freed me. He's not my lover. He's my brother. The brother I never knew I needed." Mark takes a breath, and you can hear the awe in it still. "When I was done," he continues, "Stefan just nodded. He didn't offer pity. He didn't tell me I was wrong to be scared. He just said, 'I understand. But you're looking at it all wrong.'" Mark's voice drops, imitating Stefan's quiet intensity. "'It's not a monster, Mark. It's a gift. And you heard it tonight in every story they told. The only relief they ever found was in the giving.'" The words send a shiver down your spine. A gift. The idea was so simple, so radical. In that moment, Mark told, the heavy cloak of shame he'd been wearing since his diagnosis began to feel lighter, replaced by the first stirrings of a strange, potent pride. A monster you hide from is a curse. A gift you can give is a treasure, a source of unimaginable power. "'And then he said, 'Let me show you what I mean.'" Mark's voice drops to a low, conspiratorial whisper as he describes what happened next. "We left the pub and walked through town. It was late, almost midnight. The streets were quiet, just a few people heading home from the bars. Stefan didn't say much, just walked beside me, his hands in his pockets. We cut through a park, and I started to wonder where we were going." He pauses, and you can hear him take a breath. "And then we stopped at this rundown public toilet, hidden between the bushes. I'd walked past it a hundred times and never even noticed it. It was one of those old municipal buildings, the kind they built in the seventies and then forgot about. Crumbling brick, graffiti on the walls, a single flickering light over the door." You can picture it perfectly. You know places like this. You've been to places like this. Your memory of your encounter with the gaunt Peter and BREEDER flashes back – just as the image of you sitting drenched in cum and piss in the urinal trough. The thought of Mark, still new to his diagnosis, standing outside such a place with a colleague he barely knew, makes your cock twitch in your pants. "Stefan pushed open the door and stepped inside," Mark continues. "I followed. The first thing I noticed was the smell. A thick, unmistakable cocktail of stale piss, disinfectant, and male musk. It was pitch black in there, the only light a faint, dirty glow from the clerestory windows near the ceiling. But I could hear them. Breathing. Shuffling. The creak of leather, the rustle of fabric. We weren't alone." Your mouth is dry. Your hand has drifted down to your crotch, pressing against the growing bulge. "Stefan squeezed my arm and whispered, 'Stand back. Watch.' And then he walked forward, into the darkness. I heard him unzip. Heard the stream hit the metal of the urinal trough. And it just... kept going. A powerful, neverending piss, echoing off the tiles. It was like a declaration, like he was marking his territory." "Jesus," you breathe, your hand already pressing down hard on your cock through your jeans. "Mark, I'm rubbing my cock right now." Mark's voice becomes hushed, reverent. "And then... headlights. A car passing on the road outside. The light sliced through the clerestory windows, and for just a few seconds, the whole place lit up in a stark, silent flash." He pauses, letting the image build. "That's when I saw it. Stefan's cock, hard and solid, pointing up towards the trough, still dripping from his piss. It was massive—thick, uncut, with a heavy foreskin that was slowly retracting to reveal a fat, glistening head. And above it, on his hip, just visible above the waistband of his jeans... a scorpion tattoo. Black ink, sharp lines, the tail curving down towards his cock like an arrow pointing the way." "Wow," you breathe, your hand already pressing down hard on your cock through your jeans. "A scorpion... fuck." "And I saw the other men see it too," Mark continues. "There were maybe five or six of them in there, lurking in the shadows. When the light hit Stefan's scorpion, their eyes went wide. They knew what it meant. And in that moment, I understood. He wasn't hiding a monster, a curse to be kept secret. He was holding a treasure, offering a gift. They weren't backing away in fear; they were kneeling in desire. They moved closer, not to threaten, but to receive." "God, they're all just a bunch of desparate hungry pigs, aren't they?" you groan, your voice thick with lust as you palm your hard cock. "Fuck, that's so hot." "One of them, a young guy, maybe mid-twenties, dropped to his knees right there on the filthy tile floor," Mark says, his voice thick with the memory. "He crawled forward until he was right in front of Stefan, looking up at him like he was looking at the scorpion itself, made flesh. Another one, a skinny twink with bleached hair, bent over one of the sinks, his jeans already around his ankles, his pale ass glowing in the dim light." You pant. "They couldn't help themselves. They smelled the poison." "They were drawn to him like moths to a flame," Mark continues. "And Stefan just stood there, calm, letting them come. He didn't say a word. He just... accepted their worship." You're stroking yourself now, slowly, the fabric of your pants creating a maddening friction against your aching cock. "And then Stefan looked over at me, standing in the shadows, watching. And he smiled. Not a cruel smile, not a predatory grin. Just a knowing, gentle smile. Like he was saying, 'See? This is what we are. This is our power. They're not running from the poison. They're running toward it.'" "Then he did something that changed everything," Mark says, his voice dropping even lower, becoming almost a growl. "He looked at the kid on his knees, the one who was now mouthing at Stefan's massive cock, worshiping it with his tongue. Then he looked at the twink bent over the sink, his hole twitching and winking in the dim light, desperate for attention. And then he looked at me." "'Mark,' he commanded, his voice ringing through the filthy room. 'Give us your toxic cum.'" You stop stroking, frozen, the words hitting you like a physical blow. "He didn't... oh my god, he didn't..." "I was so hard it hurt," Mark admits. "I'd been hard since we walked in. I didn't even think about it. I just... did it. I pulled out my cock and started jacking, right there, standing in the shadows. It didn't take long. I was so wound up... I came in less than a minute. A huge load, thick and hot, spurting into Stefan’s waiting palm. I looked at it, this pool of my own toxic seed, and I felt... powerful. For the first time since my diagnosis, I felt a surge of pride, not shame. My cum was a gift, not a curse." "Fuck, Mark," you gasp, your voice desperate. "I'm leaking so much right now. Your gift... I want it. I want it so bad. Please." "Stefan held out his hand, not to me, but to the room. ‘Who wants this?’, he said, his eyes scanning the shadows. The kid bent over the sink—he couldn't have been more than twenty—he moaned, loud and needy. He wiggled his ass, a desperate, wanton invitation. 'Me,' he begged. 'Please, let me have it.' "Fucking beg for it, you little slut," you hiss into the phone, your own need a fire in your gut. Your cock is throbbing now, leaking precum into your pants. "He didn't even hesitate," Mark continues. "He walked over to the twink and used my cum as lube. He shoved two fingers, slick with my toxic seed, deep into the kid's ass. The kid gasped, then sobbed with pleasure, pushing back against Stefan's hand. 'More,' he begged. 'Please, more.'“ "Yessss," you moan, stroking your cock in time with his words. "Fucking stretch him out with your poison." „And Stefan obliged. He worked my cum into that kid's hole, stretching him, opening him up, coating his insides with my poison. Then he pulled his fingers out, slick and gleaming. Before he lined up his cock, he brought those fingers to his own lips and tasted my seed. He looked me dead in the eye as he did it, a silent acknowledgment, a sacrament, and in that moment, watching another man taste my poison without fear, the last of my shame evaporated, replaced by a dark, exhilarating pride. He was tasting my power before he used it to claim another soul." Mark pauses, and his voice becomes thick with intimacy. "And you have to understand... Stefan and I haven’t been intimate, we didn’t even kiss. And now he was using my toxic spunk—the most private, potent part of me—to lube this random kid. My essence was the lubricant for his pleasure." "And then," Mark says, his voice a ragged whisper of memory, "Stefan fucked him. He fucked that kid hard and deep, mixing our loads together inside that willing, hungry hole. When he finally pulled out, the kid's hole was a mess, gaping and red, slick with a pearly mixture of both our cum. It was the most beautiful, most filthy thing I had ever seen." "What a perfect fucking slut," you whisper, a wave of pure, unadulterated arousal washing over you. "Look what you did to him. You and Stefan. You ruined him for anyone else. God, I wish that was me. I wish my hole was gaping and dripping with both your loads right now." "My mind was gone. The philosophy, the gift, the pride—it all melted away, replaced by a single, burning need. It wasn't about the scene or the kid. It was about him. About Stefan. I was so aroused by his power, by the sight of his cock claiming that hole, that I had a desperate, primal need to taste him. To taste his cum. I didn't think. I just moved." "I know that feeling," you pant. "I know it so well." "I crossed the filthy tile floor and dropped to my knees behind the spent, whimpering twink. Stefan watched me, his chest heaving, his massive cock still hard and glistening. He didn't say a word. He just understood. I looked at the kid's hole. Our hole. And I buried my face in it." "But as I got closer, I saw it. Really saw it. It wasn't just gaping. The asslips were puffy and swollen, the inside turned out into a perfect, glistening rosebud. I could see the vulnerable, raw red tissue from deep inside him, coated in a pearly film of our toxic loads.“ "Oh god, Mark," you whine. "Describe it more. Is it messy? Tell me how messy it is." „This kid was no virgin. He was a professional, a true cumslut who had probably taken hundreds of cocks, not caring whose, all in the desperate hope of finally getting knocked-up. He was a pig chasing the same poison we were so eager to give. He wasn't just a hole to be used; he was a brother in the chase, and we had just given him what he'd been searching for." "I started to felch our combined loads from his body. The moment my tongue touched that raw, sensitive flesh, the hole reacted. It wasn't passive. It was alive. The puffy rosebud began to work, flexing and pulsing, pulling at my tongue, trying to draw it deeper. I pushed in, and the kid moaned, pushing back against my face, his hungry hole practically swallowing me.“ "Fucking eat it, Mark," you command, your voice a ragged whisper. "Eat that fucking cummy hole. Bury your face in it." “My whole world shrank to that single point of contact. My tongue, my nose, my entire chin were enveloped in that wet heat. I could feel the slick, filthy mix of ass juices and our cum coating my face, filling my nostrils with its rank, perfect scent. I was drowning in it." "I can almost smell it from here," you moan. "I wish I was there. I wish I was licking your face clean." "And I knew his taste instantly. It was different from mine.“ "Tell me what it tastes like," you beg. "Tell me how his poison tastes." „For months, I had been tasting my own—a lonely ritual of shame and secret. But this was something else. Stefan's flavor was richer, deeper, more potent. It was the taste of pride, not fear." "I wasn't just cleaning the kid; I was claiming our creation, taking our gift back into myself to seal the ritual. It was an act of worship, not just of Stefan, but of what we had done together. A communion with this whimpering, spent slut. And in that moment, a wave of gratitude for Stefan washed over me so intensely it almost brought me to tears. He hadn't just shown me the philosophy; he had forced me to participate. He hadn't let me stand on the sidelines and watch. He had made me a part of this breeding, forcing me to confront my fears and break through my own barriers. This wasn't a lesson he was teaching; it was a lesson he was making me live. We were both just vessels for the same beautiful poison." "Jesus, Mark," you say, your voice ragged. "I... I get it. I completely get it." "I must have lost all track of time, because the next thing I knew, a strong hand was gently gripping my bicep, pulling me to my feet. It was Stefan. He lifted me up, and I was face to face with him, my chin wet and slick. He had just emptied himself into the kid, but his cock was hard again, a thick, demanding pressure against my stomach. He was as aroused by the filthy, shameless man I had become as I was by his power. He looked at me, his blue eyes burning with an intensity I'd never seen before, and then he kissed me." "It wasn't a soft kiss. It was hard and possessive. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and he could taste the kid's ass on my breath, mixed with the lingering taste of our cum. He was tasting me, tasting what I had just done. My mouth was still full of the load I had sucked from the kid's ass, and he immediately began to push it back and forth between us. Our tongues swirled in the warm, slick mixture, churning it together, coating every part of our mouths with the combined seed. We were snowballing, sharing the taste of our conquest, and we both knew exactly what we were tasting. It wasn't just cum; it was poison. A potent, viral cocktail. The knowledge of what we were sharing, the sheer, beautiful toxicity of it, made the kiss feel electric. Our first kiss wasn't just a kiss; it was a communion, and it was perfect." "The intensity of it, the sheer, depraved intimacy of sharing our conquest like this, was too much. I wasn't even touching myself, but I felt my cock, trapped against Stefan's stomach, begin to pulse. It was a sudden, deep clenching that started at the base and shot through the entire shaft. At the exact same instant, I heard Stefan groan into my mouth and felt his own cock do the same against mine. We were both cumming. Together. A hot, wet heat instantly flooded the space between our bodies as our toxic loads exploded at once, our cocks throbbing in unison, coating both our shafts and our stomachs in a shared, slick mess of seed." "Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!" you cry out, the image so powerful you can't hold back. Your own cock explodes, a thick, hot load shooting across your stomach and chest. "I'm cumming, Mark! I'm cumming listening to you!" You're both panting on the line, the shared moment of ecstasy hanging in the air. "We broke the kiss, both of us panting, our chests heaving. We stood there for a moment, slick with sweat and cum, our bodies glued together by the gift. The other men in the room were still watching, their eyes wide with desperate longing, silently begging for a taste of what we had just shared. But this second load wasn't for them. It was a gift for no one but us. A private treasure, given and received in the same breath, sealing our bond in a way their public desire never could. In that moment, we weren't just colleagues or brothers. We were a team.” "A team," you repeat, catching your breath, your chest sticky with your own release. "A fucking toxic team. God, I want to be on your team." “He had given me the philosophy, and I had shown him I understood it with my body." "Fuck," you breathe, the image so powerful it's almost painful. "Just... fuck." "That was the moment," Mark says, his voice filled with a quiet wonder. "I wasn't a victim anymore. I wasn't a monster. I was a creator. I was giving that kid something he was desperate for, something he was literally begging for. Stefan didn't just help me accept my status; he taught me how to transform my shame into pride. He helped me become its master." He pauses, and you hear him take a deep breath. "After that night, everything changed. Stefan and I became close. Really close. We're not boyfriends—we're both tops, for one thing." He laughs softly. "But we're brothers. We meet up whenever we can. We compare notes. We send each other pictures of our latest lab results. A close-up shot of that viral load number, circled in red. It's our version of a dick pic. We brag about our viral loads like other guys brag about bench presses or stock market gains." "Just last week," Mark says, his voice dropping with conspiratorial pride, "I sent him my new results. My viral load had jumped by fifty thousand points. I didn't just text him the number. I took a picture of the printout, but I circled the number in thick, red marker. Right next to it, I drew a single, fat drop of cum. He replied ten minutes later with a picture of his own results—his were even higher—with a simple two-word caption: 'Catch up.' It's our game. Our way of pushing each other, of celebrating our potency. Every number is a victory." You can hear the affection in his voice, the genuine warmth. "We push each other to stay potent, to stay powerful. No meds. Just us, at our rawest. Over the last weeks, we've bred dozens of guys together, at rest stops and parks and sleazy hotels. We've watched each other work, learned from each other, pushed each other to be better. And every time, we feel that same rush, that same power." "But it's not just about the virus," Mark continues, his voice becoming more serious, more tender. "It's about connection. About trust. About sharing something so intimate with someone who truly understands. Stefan cares for me, and I care for him. We love each other, in our way. Not like boyfriends, not like lovers. Like brothers. Like warriors who've been through the same fire, forged in the same poison." "And now," Mark says, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur, "we want to share that with you." Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat. "You're special to me," he continues. "What we have... it's not just about breeding or bugs. It's about something deeper. I felt it that first night, even when I couldn't go through with it. I felt it when you stole my condom, when you carried my seed home inside you like a treasure. And I felt it even more the second time, when I finally gave you what we both wanted." You remember that night. The way he entered you, bare and real and perfect. The way he came inside you, flooding you with his toxic seed. The way he kissed you afterwards, the taste of blood and cum on his lips. "Stefan knows all about you," Mark says. "I've told him everything. Every detail. And he wants to meet you. He wants to welcome you into what we have. Not as a conquest, not as a notch on a bedpost. As a brother. Someone we care for. Someone we share this with." His voice is soft, sincere, and utterly compelling. "So come to the hotel," he says. "Spend the night with us. Let us take care of you. Let us give you everything we have, together. Our loads, our power, our love. And when it finally takes... you'll be one of us. Not because we made you, but because you chose it. Because we all chose each other." You're silent for a long moment, your mind racing, your cock aching, your heart full to bursting. This isn't just an invitation to be fucked by two men. It's an invitation to belong. To be part of something built on mutual respect, shared desire, and genuine affection. The "race" with your husband suddenly feels distant, almost irrelevant. That's a competition, a game of secrets and one-upmanship. This is something else entirely. This is family. "Yes," you say, your voice steady and sure. "I'll be there." "Good," Mark says, and you can hear the warmth, the joy, the relief in his voice. "We'll be waiting for you. Both of us." There's a pause, a moment of shared silence that feels more intimate than words. "Two weeks," Mark says. "I'll send you the hotel details. And... thank you. For trusting me. For trusting us. This is going to be special. I can feel it." "I can feel it too," you say. "Good night," he says softly. "Dream of us." "I will," you promise. "Good night, Mark." The line goes dead, and you're left in the silence of your apartment, your cock still hard in your pants, your mind filled with images of Mark and Stefan, of scorpion tattoos and dark public toilets, of toxic loads and brotherhood. You look at the single line on the test strip, still sitting on the bathroom counter. Soon, you think. Soon, there will be two.

I woke up early the next morning, took a shower and got dressed. I was in the kitchen eating cereal and having coffee. "Good morning sexy" Rick said I pepped up. "Good morning" I replied smiling "You have a good sleep" he asked "Yes I did and you" I said back smiling at him "Yes I knocked out. All that fucking drained me. Your pussy felt so good." He said nuzzling up to me. We exchanged some light kisses. Then he walked away. "You decide on the PEP? Actually arent you pass the 3 days? He said I had the panic look on my face. He was right. It was a few hours passed. "Its okay. Relax" he said seeing my response. "I think you can still take it if you want and you might be ok". He said. I looked puzzled at him. "It is up to you. I will still be here whatever you decide" he said I looked at the clock and I had to get into the office to finish some stuff for work. "I'm late I have to go" I said I went to my room, grabbed my stuff, grabbed the PEP and got in my car and drove. I was confused and did not know what to do. I grabbed the pill bottle opened it up and took a pill. I figure it would buy me more time. If I didn't take it now, I wouldn't have any options. After taking it I started to calm down. I parked my car and turned off the ignition. I paused and started to think about what I just did. I felt good and safe that I took it but I was still worried that I was on the cusp or a bit outside the 72 hours. I also felt a little regret in what Rick would think about me. Would he still like me? Would he still want to have sex with me? I started to get a little worried that he wouldn't want me anymore. I looked at my watch and I needed to get to work so I snapped out of it and started walking to the office. I walked into the office at 7:30am and Professor Post and the office secretary were both in. I went to my desk and started to go through my emails. Professor Post walked over to my desk area. It was in the corner and I sat with my back to the wall. There was a filing cabinet that acted like a partial wall at the entrance way into the desk so people from the office couldn't see directly in. He stood there in his tight spandex biking shorts and his biking shirt. When I turned again his crotch was at eye level and his cock was rock hard like he was jacking off and there was a small wet spot of precum the size of a quarter at the head of his cock. Again I could see like a ring near his cock head. "Hello Dan, I like to see you are always here early and dedicated to the department" the Professor said I looked towards his cock then up to his face. He saw me look and smiled. "Thank you Professor. I enjoy working here." I said "I wanted to see how you were doing with our field trip to the other side of town" he asked "It is going good as I have some of the sites you mentioned for the tour and glad you brought it up" he said. I turned away and read my notes then looked back towards his. He moved closer and now was about two feet away from me. I could smell his musty scent. It was strong. My eye skimmed his crotch area of his still hard cock then looked up at him. He was looking down smiling seeing me take a peek. I tried to carry on. "You mentioned a place the One Red Association. I had difficulty finding a contact informatoin for that. Also what kind of place is it?" I asked "It is a play space and gallery" he said "You mean like games and art" I asked "No not really. It is an alternative place space and community meeting space. I will send you the contact information" he said His smell was now encompassing me. As I was in the back area and there were cabinets around me ventilation was not strong back here. I was starting to get lightheaded. "Ok thank you" I said slowly "You ok Dan" he said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Yes its just getting a little stuffy back here" I said "Just breathe. Take some deep breathes" he said moving in closer. Now he was about a foot from me with cock now rock hard clearly pushing out of his tight spandex shorts. He saw me look again. "Sorry it has a mind of its own" he said laughing. His scent was strong. I started to get aroused by it. "Yours too" he said looking down. My cock was getting hard and pushing though my running shorts which had ridden up my thigh. I forgot I had a fan below my desk and turned it on high and pointed upward. The smell cleared out. The secretary asked if we ready to go to the department meeting. The Professor replied for both us and said he had to go and change his clothes. He walked away and I got back to my emails. Everyone except me and the Professor had gone to the meeting. I grabbed my stuff to go to the conference room for our meeting and as I walked passed the Professor's office I saw him changing clothes. He just finished putting on a jock strap that was sheer and could see his huge cock with what looked like a metal ring. I paused then started to walk away as he turned. I rushed out of the office to the meeting. My cock throbbed. What was going on with me???

I walked up to the counter of my local gay sauna nervously with my head down. I had walked past a few times before plucking up the courage to go in. Being such a nerd I didn’t get as much as the twinks at uni so thought it would be worth giving a go. I had watched a lot of porn including bb and needed to explore. The man at the counter said, “come on lets see your ID”. I showed him and he said “21, you’ll be popular, it’s half price for under 25s. Want some poppers too?” I nodded. He said “want a tour?”. He showed me the locker rooms, the showers, the sling room and at the end of the long corridor of cabins he said “this is the dark room – no lights in there”. I asked “do people in there use condoms?”. He replied “they are in tubs all around with sachets of lube – some guys use em, some guys don’t, do what you and your partners feel is best”. I went and had a shower and started to walk down the corridor with the cabins seeing who was inside. I saw a beefy bear doing the same further back along the corridor. I got to the end grabbed some lube and condoms and kept going into the dark. I sniffed some poppers and lubed my hole up. It felt so dirty and no-one was likely to come in. A minute or two in an empty darkroom never hurt anyone. I sniffed again as I heard footsteps and without thinking suddenly felt myself snogging and running my hands over a beefy hairy man. I started to hungrily suck his cock and he started moaning. At one point to steady myself I put a hand on the floor only to find it on top of a used condom – I’d found the place I belong. The bear pulled me up and we snogged again for a minute or two. Then he ordered me to sniff counting down from 10. He told me to kneel on the bench so he could ride my hole. The bear started to slide his cock against my hole and I moaned in pleasure. I reached back and felt raw dick against my hole. “What are you today? Are you the dirty little twink who would rides a strangers dick raw get flooded with cum or the clever student who stops for a condom?” I moaned “breed my twinkhole”. He pushed his cock fully into my hole and I groaned with pleasure. “Thank you for breeding me raw sir”. He spanked my ass and started to increase the pace. He growled “you’re a nasty little slut, you don’t care about names or status, you just need raw cock – what do you need?”. I shouted “RAW COCK SIR! YOUR RAW COCK! INFECT MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM”. That pushed by daddy over the edge and he growled then yelled “infecting you now bugboi!” and shot rope after rope of cum growling and panting. He pushed his still hard cock in and out until he started to go soft and then slapped me on the ass and said “enjoy them poz swimmers in your ass. You’ll be back” and slapped my ass and walked off.

3. The next day Sir had texted Jake an address to go to. He’d been shocked when he arrived and Mike opened the door. Before he’d been able to as where Sir was Mike had him on his knees and sucking on his cock. Mike had dragged Jake into his apartment, stripped him naked and stuffed his tongue into Jake’s hole without really saying much of anything. It wasn’t until he was looming over Jake, now on his back with his knees against his chest, and rubbing his cock against Jake’s hole that he spoke. “It’s one thing to take someone’s cock when Sir is watching you. When you can see his big fucking monster right there in front of you. Enticing you, drawing you in. The object of your desires. It’s another thing to start to prove to him that you’re the kind of slut that deserves his cock. You can stop now, go home and I’ll tell Sir that you’re not ready yet… or…” “Please,” Jake said, his voice sounding desperate, “Fuck me!” “Good boy,” Mike replied and sunk his thick cock into Jake’s tender hole. Feeling Mike bottom out inside him Jake was almost shocked at how little thought that had taken. Sir had sent him here. Sir had sent him to Mike. So, obviously there was no question. He had to let Mike fuck him. That’s what a good slut would do. A good slut would let Mike fuck him, and Sir needed him to be a good slut. That was the only way he was going to get Sir’s cock in him. Mike pounded Jake till they were both dripping with sweat before he pumped a fresh hot load into the boy’s hole. Jake moaned and thanked him as he felt Mike’s cum fill him. “Good boy,” Mike said, as he pulled his softening cock out. “I can’t wait to feel your hole turn into a fucking pussy. Sir gave me your number. I’ll text you next time I need to get off.” “Fuck! Any time,” Jake replied, and he meant it. Mike summoned Jake back after work the next day. He pulled Jake into his apartment, spun him around, pulled his pants down, and fucked him against the front door. Jake wasn’t even there twenty minutes. The following day he texted Jake while he was at the gym. Jake went over still sweaty and rode Mike’s cock. Back at his apartment after Jake had ridden the largest dildo he dared from the starter kit, fucking Mike’s load deeper into his hole. It felt easier every time. His hole opened up more quickly. His daily dildo sessions, and frequent plugging, along with poundings from Mike were opening his hole up. He could feel himself becoming looser and more accommodating. After a third fuck from Mike he’d been able to slowly work himself down on the next biggest plug. He immediately texted Sir. “Good boy.” Sir had responded. “Once you conquer the next one I’ll have you over and we’ll stretch you out and pick out your next round of toys.” “I can’t wait Sir!” Jake typed back. “Remember boy,” Sir’s next message read, “Stretching out that hole isn’t the only thing you have to do to earn this.” A picture of Sir’s cock, it’s impossible length and girth fully hard in his hand came through. “Only real slutty fags can take me.” “Yes Sir!” “Being Mike’s regular cumdump is a good start, but you and I both know that’s not enough to earn my monster.” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy… remember, have fun.” Jake sat, his hole stuffed, on his couch thinking about what Sir had said. He slipped his hand into his briefs and felt the precum leaking from his cage. Even though he’d already been fucked by Mike and spent an hour riding his toys he was still horny. Not being able to jerk off kept him on edge all the time. Being Mike’s cumdump wasn’t enough. Jake rocked on the plug, he felt it push against his prostate. Being Mike’s cumdump wasn’t enough. On a sudden impulse Jake did something he hadn’t done since he and Chris got together. He opened a hoop up app. If Sir wanted him to behave like a slut that was exactly what he was going to do. Jake pulled up his profile and changed it from his former vanilla top settings. He set his sexual position to bottom and under looking for he wrote “hung tops to pound my hole.” Satisfied Jake clicked save and went to the grid. He scrolled slowly, checking out profiles and looking for someone who might dump another load in him. He sent out a couple of woofs, and a few “How’s it going” messages. Jake had been on the app for maybe five minutes when a message pinged through. He clicked over to the inbox and stopped. He knew the person in the icon. It was his friend Adam. Nervously he clicked on the message. “Hey Jake! I didn’t think you did the apps anymore.” Adam had written. “I don’t usually. Chris is out of town for a while. I thought I’d just see what’s up, maybe chat a little. Lol.” Jake responded, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t there trolling for dick. “So the line in your profile about ‘looking for hung tops to pound your hole,’ is just for show?” Adam’s reply came quickly. “Yeah something like that.” Jake said after a moment of contemplation. “That’s too bad.” “Why?” “I was hoping you’d given up that top only bullshit and I was finally gonna get to pound you.” Jake froze. He almost couldn’t believe what he’d just read. He’d never imagined Adam as a top. Adam, at five six, wasn’t very imposing. He had a powerful tight dancer body, with a thick muscular ass. His face was narrow and pointed though still handsome. All in all he looked like the perfect chaotic bottom boy, often dressed in tight pants and stringy tank tops. After a moment Jake decided the best thing to do was to play along. “Well, I said that I was looking for hung tops so… even if I was looking you’d be disqualified.” He added a winky emoji to show he was still being friendly. “So if I prove to you I’ve got a big enough dick you’ll let me fuck you?” “Lol. I’m really just looking to chat and probably jerk off.” Adam knew Chris just as well as he did Jake. Though it wasn’t out of the bounds of their open relationship agreement for him to flirt with Adam he didn’t really want his friends knowing what he was becoming. “Too bad. It would have been hot to watch you struggle to take it.” Adam messaged back. “What makes you think I would struggle.” “You wouldn’t even get half my cock in your tight ass. When was the last time you got fucked?” “I’m better at it and you think. I sincerely doubt I couldn’t handle you.” “Think you can take this?” Adam said, and then sent a picture of himself standing naked in a full length mirror holding his rock hard cock. Jake stared at the photo in disbelief. Adam’s dick was huge. Obviously, nothing close to Sir’s but certainly as long as Mike’s and possibly fatter. Thick foreskin curved over the glistening head. The base was surrounded by a wild mass of pubes, and full looking balls hung down. Jake sent the only response he could think of. “Holy shit you do have a big dick.” “Just cause I’m short doesn’t mean I’m not packing. But you didn’t answer the question… do you think you can take me.” Jake didn’t just think he could. He knew he could and now that he’d seen Adam’s cock he felt a need to. “Look,” Jake replied, “Chris and I are open, but we don’t talk about it. Whatever the other one does is his business.” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Chris how you changed your tune as soon as you saw my cock.” “There’s something else too… while Chris is away I’m doing a little exploring…” Had Jake not been desperately horny from not cuming for a week, or had he not been so desperate to prove to Sir what a slut he was, he probably wouldn’t have done what he did next. He stripped off naked and went into his bedroom. Standing in his full length mirror, with his tiny cock cage on full display, he took a photo. He only hesitated a moment after putting it in the chat before hitting send. His heart thudded while he waited for Adam’s reply. “Holy fuck. That’s not just a little exploring. You look like such a hot fag with your cock locked up like that!” “This stays between us, right?” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. How long have you been locked?” “A week. I’m so fucking horny.” “Who locked you?” “I met this Dom. We’re experimenting while Chris is away. He’s training me.” “Fuck! That’s so fucking hot.” “Thanks!” “So he’s locked your cock like a fag slut… do you act like a fag slut now?” “Invite me over and find out.” Twenty minutes later Jake was in Adam’s apartment. For a moment they stood awkwardly in Adam’s bedroom. After a nervous laugh Adam said, “Strip,” his tone suddenly becoming sharp. “Show me that cage fag.” The energy in the room was immediately charged. Adam was in charge now. Jake feeling a little self-conscious pulled off his shirt, kicked his shoes off and then dropped his pants. He stood in front of Adam, who was still fully clothed, in just his briefs. If Adam hadn’t known Jake was caged the bulge from his balls could almost have passed as normal, but the closer he looked the more obvious it became. His cock throbbed, at the sight of his friend’s naked body. “Come on slut. Show me.” Jake hooked his fingers into briefs and pushed them down. “Fuck,” Adam said with an appreciative groan. “Look at you.” He took in Jake’s wide shoulders and narrow hips. His firm square pecs and the butterfly shaped patch of hair spilling over them, and the pert pink nipples that stood at attention. He admired the treasure trail that crept down Jake’s toned stomach; at first a little narrow strip of hair almost connecting to his chest hair, then expanding into a wide delta before it joined with his ample pubes. Jake’s nub of a cock was leaking. Although the cage was almost entirely obscured by the bulge of Jake’s balls, the tip and the steady stream of precum were obvious. Adam closed the space between them and grabbed Jake’s balls. “How long have you been locked?” “A week,” Jake said, his voice catching. Adam was rubbing his swollen balls. He felt heat rising in his cheeks. “From what Chris has told me you’re a pretty horny guy. You usually want to fuck him three or four times a week. I bet us usually jerk off on the days when you don’t fuck him, right?” Jake nodded his agreement. Adam’s face was only inches from his. Jake couldn’t take is eyes off the other man’s wet lips. “And now nothing for a week. You must be crawling out of your skin.” “I’m so fucking horny,” Jake replied in a breathless whisper. “I know. Horny enough that just a picture of my hard cock was enough to get you over here.” “Fuck…” “Who locked you? Who’s this Dom?” Jake suddenly realized he didn’t actually know Sir’s name. He’d never said it. Jake had just taken naturally to calling him Sir and there had never been any discussion about it. Embarrassed, Jake said, “I call him Sir. I met him last weekend…” “You met him at the club, didn’t you? After I left. Holy shit you got picked up at the leather bar by some Dom. What’s he look like?” “He’s tall, taller than me. Maybe 50, shaved head, with a beard. He’s so big and strong. Not like jacked, but strong. And he’s fucking hairy everywhere… and he’s… he’s got this cock.” “What did he take you home and fuck you properly for the first time and now you’re hooked?” “Well… no he hasn’t fucked me yet. His dick is… his dick his huge.” “Bigger than mine?” “Much. It’s pumped and siliconed. It’s more than a foot long and I can’t even close my fingers around the base. He… he’s training me to take it.” “Holy shit! That’s so hot. So he locked you up so you’d focus on stretching out that pretty little hole of yours?” “Yeah…” “Fuck. Does he know you’re not just stretching your pussy, but you’re online trolling for dick?” “Well… yeah… he kinda. He kinda told me to. It’s not enough for me to just be able to take him…. I have to prove to him I’m also a big enough slut to earn his cock.” “Fuck,” Adam said, his own voice now breathless. “Get on your knees for me boy. We’re gonna show Sir what a good slut you are.” Jake dropped to his knees, looking at Adam expectantly. Adam fished his phone out of his pocket before undoing his pants. He pushed them to the ground along with his briefs. His cock, semi hard, swung enticingly in front of Jake’s mouth. Jake made to grab it but Adam pushed his hand away. “Not yet open your mouth boy, and don’t forget to swallow.” Slightly confused Jake sat back on his heels and waited with his mouth open. Adam aimed the camera at Jake’s face, then grabbed his cock with his free hand. He slapped it lightly on Jake’s mouth a couple of times before holding it with the tip resting on Jake’s lips. He closed his eyes for a second and seemed to concentrate. For a second nothing happened. Then very suddenly hot liquid shot into Jake’s mouth. It wasn’t cum. Adam was pissing into his mouth. Jake was shocked, but also didn’t know what to do other than to do as Adam had instructed and swallow. He gulped the hot salty liquid down fast as he could, his mouth over flowing more than once. Adam’s piss flowed over Jake onto the floor. He was covered in it. Still his cock leaked. Some new barrier in Jake’s mind had been broken, he’d crossed another threshold. He felt degraded and turned on all at once. He looked up at the please look on Adam’s face and knew this was the right thing to do. Slowly Adam’s stream slowed till it was just a trickle. Then he knocked the last few drops into Jake’s mouth, banging his cock head on Jake’s lower lip. “Fuck Jake.” He said tossing his phone aside. “That was so fucking hot. When I’m done with you you’re gonna text your Sir the video I just too. Now clean off my cock and get me hard so I can see how well you’ve stretched out your hole.” Jake dove forward and devoured Adam’s semi turgid member. Adam pulled his shirt off, at last revealing his full naked body. He was obscenely toned; his dancer’s physique hadn’t softened at all since he’d graduated college. His nipples were small, and stood out like two little buttons. There was a narrow strip of chest hair stretching the length of his sternum, and a wild trail leading down his stomach. His pubes were thick but well trimmed. They brushed Jake’s nose as he swallowed Adam’s cock. Adam’s meat grew in Jake’s throat, swelling and lengthening as he worked. It stretched his jaw as it came to its full girth. He felt is knocking against his tonsils. He cupped Adam’s full balls, eliciting another groan. After fifteen minutes Adam said, “Fuck, I can’t take it. I need that hole.” He grabbed Jake under the arms and dragged him to his feet. Adam was surprisingly strong for his size and he easily pushed Jake over onto the bed, and knocked him forward. Jake fell onto his hands and knees on the bed, his ass presented to Adam. Adam bent forward and lapped at Jake’s well stretched hole. He thought he tasted cum on Jake’s lips. A wicked grin spread across his face. In a series of deft moves he spat into his hand and lubed his cock head, dropped another wad of spit right onto Jake’s winking hole, and lined himself up. There was no warm up to this fuck. Adam pressed his head into Jake, and it slipped in with a pop. Jake moaned. “Oh fuck yeah! Give me that fat cock.” “Yeah. Take it. Fuck yeah! Take it. Holy shit. You must have really been working your hole. I can’t believe how open you are.” “I was riding a butt plug when we were texting… and I got fucked this morning.” “Who fucked you?” “One of Sir’s friends. He’s been fucking me all week… he was… he was the first one to fuck me raw.” “Fuck! And now you’re hooked. You’re dreaming about your Sir’s big fucking dick flooding you, aren’t you? Fuck! Locked for a week and you really are turning into a fucking slut!” Adam had hold of Jake’s hips and was pounding his dick into him mercilessly. They were both sweating. It was a brutal fuck. Jake could do nothing but take it and whimper. He’d never assumed the small mild mannered Adam would fuck like this. Suddenly Adam pulled out and knocked Jake onto his back. He grabbed Jake’s legs and threw them up to his chest. Right before he slammed his cock back into Jake’s slightly gaped hole he grabbed his phone. He held it over Jake, clearly recording. “I’m going to fucking breed you. I’m gonna cum so deep in you faggot. Is that what you want? Is that what you want slut?” “Fuck yes! Fuck! Breed me! Fill me up!” “Fucking slut! Begging for my load. Fuck yeah. Fucking take it!” Adam gave a roar and closed his eyes. His face screwed up tight and his whole body went tense. The camera was still aimed at Jake as Adam drove his cock deep as he could into Jake’s hole. They were locked together, Jake’s expression recorded, as Adam unloaded inside him. His body bucked a little, involuntary twitches as he came. Jake just crashed back into the bed, a contented look on his face. A little while later Sir looked at his phone. He had several messages from his new boy. He opened the thread and smiled.

It was around the six month mark that Tim finally took me upstairs at a house party, drunkenly told me he loved me, and pulled me down onto his fat, raw dick for the first time. Honestly, he was a pretty amazing fuck back then, and that first night bare he took me so hard I could barely walk without leaking cum the next day. We took a trip to the clinic, and once we both got a clean slate (phew) he was all over me. It seemed like trust and love sent his sex drive through the roof because that boy would want to fuck any and everywhere, including some places that nearly got us into trouble. What I’m saying is that, as six months turned into a year, I’d found myself in a caring, stable relationship with a wild, exciting sex life. I should have been content. Instead I started… devolving. I’d continued seeing Aiden/Rob and Craig when I could, but they were far away and my time to travel was limited. There’d been a couple more odd fumbles with people at the uni, but nothing wild. I had, however, made friends with a small group of guys around my age (with one fag hag naturally) that were my own thing; I’d go out with them to the local gay bar/club without Tim or my straight friends, and it was with this group I really started to go off the rails. Trigger warnings for people getting drugged (one of them being me) in this one. So the original, core of this little group were me, a guy called David I’d met online, and his friend and defender the sweet but mental Elise. He was 20, tall, and beautiful in a 90’s tv heartthrob kinda way, but I, a very mature 19 by now, wasn’t really interested in him. Y’see, David was sweet, and David was nice, and David enjoyed hanging with me, but David was always chronically shy, and, if I’m honest, kinda dull sometimes. But still, I liked hanging with him, and seeing guys flock to him wherever we went was kinda fun. We were good friends for quite awhile, before, and even after, what we both referred to as "The Incident". The Incident started on a Friday out at our local gay club. It always got pretty packed in there, being a big student city and all, and tonight was no different. Now I didn’t drink alcohol very much at this point, being both poor and kinda afraid of drunk me. David, on the other hand, enjoyed a cocktail, and would get pretty drunk on out nights out, after which I’d normally be the one to safely walk him home and pit him in his bed. This time he’d ordered a massive, strong, super-sour cocktail from the bar and was having trouble finishing it, and after he offered me a sip I told him I’d help him with it, because I’m actually incapable of turning down anything sour. So we stood at the bar, chatting, taking sips, having a dance, saying hi to people we knew, and just generally enjoying our night. Once the drink was gone there were a couple more songs before closing time, so we headed out to the dance floor to finish the night on a high. Ooh and a high it was. The dancing felt great, the music sounded great, and we were making out with anyone who wanted it. But by the time we staggered outside we were completely gone, and I don’t remember anything of what must’ve been an hour or more getting home. When I come to, I’m in my single bed, butt-naked, big-spooning an equally naked David. My head is super cloudy, but my dick is rock hard, and pressing against David’s juicy butt. I’m kinda hesitant about moving; part of me knows this is my friend that I’m not even that into, and that I have no idea how we ended up like this, while the other part of me is baying for blood. I settle for nuzzling into the back of his neck and trying to ignore my dick, at which point he must have come to as well, because he starts to gently move his butt against my raging boner. Well that was all the waving red flag the beast in me needed, and I wrap one arm around him and pull him towards me. I coat two of my fingers on the other hand with spit, and without us saying a word to each other I move to finger his warm, tight hole. The dawn light is peaking through the window enough for us to see, and I lean up so I can look at him properly while my fingers work their magic; he really is rather handsome, eyes closed as he gently moans, back arching his lean, hairy body, and whatever is in the driving seat instead of me knows that I’m going to have this guy right now. It’s at this point that David finally turns to me, and even in the dim light his eyes look like saucers. We just keep staring at each other as he reaches up a hand to spit on it, before moving it slowly down to my throbbing cock. Whatever’s got a hold of me, it makes his warm, wet hand closing around my dick feel like fireworks going off on my skin: I’m literally tingling all over as he rubs his spit over my head and shaft, and my fingers dig even deeper into him, forcing out a long moan as they hit his spot. Even the sounds he’s making are giving me pleasurable shivers now, and I pull my fingers out to run my hand over his beautiful ass and muscular thighs. He takes that opportunity to guide the head of my dick to his warm, waiting hole, and we both gasp as my thick head wetly pops inside him. We pause here; we can feel something is awkward and weird and wrong here, but we’re both wide-eyed and completely dazed, and so, so fucking horny. My whole body feels electric as my hand gently pulls on his hip, sliding him back onto me so very slowly. He groans once I’m fully inside him, and we stay like that for some time, looking at each other before I start to gently move my hips into him. It’s that moment when I foggily remember that I’ve never taken anyone but my boyfriend to this bed, where my housemates and friends are all only a few thin walls away. The panicked thought awakens a sudden urgency in me, and I move David around until I’m on top of him, his long legs up on my shoulders, and thrust my whole length into him. He cries out for me to go slow and I ssh him, and that’s the only time we speak to each other for the whole encounter. We don’t even kiss, it seems too intimate, so we just look into each other’s eyes as I bend him in half and rail him with an energy I shouldn’t have had at that hour. The rhythm stays intense and the sound of my balls slapping against his butt cheeks and my headboard banging against the wall is only interrupted by the grunts and moans coming from the two of us. Suddenly, I feel his hands tighten their grip on my arms, and looking down I see him cumming over his hairy chest without having even touched his cock. Without asking I hold him down for a few thrusts more before unloading what feels like a gallon of jizz inside him. We collapse next to each other, whatever possessed us seems to evaporate, and seconds later we’re fast asleep. The wake up the next morning was… awkward. He tells me he’s never been fucked like that, or even fucked bare before, and he doesn’t know what came over him, and I can only apologize for ruining his ass and filling him up, saying I’d felt really strange too, like I’d been super drunk which seemed impossible on half a cocktail. It stayed awkward for a few weeks until a friend told us how someone had tried to spike their drink at the same club we’d, and the puzzle clicked into place. We met up for lunch, and hashed things out, and agreed that wouldn’t make a report or tell anyone, which in hindsight was a terrible thing to do, but at the time was a utter relief that I wouldn’t have to tell Tim about everything. David and I stayed friends for years, and even though we occasionally joked about that night we never repeated it. However, David wasn’t the only one in that friend group that brought me spiraling towards trouble… Thanks again for reading, see you next time (I hope). And always, comments, questions, and feedback are totally welcome, I love the attention 😂

So, I have placed "undecided" on the poll because I honestly get VERY excited when I read incest-related stories on this site. Especially involving brothers, let alone TWINS (identical twins) they grow up together, sexual acts are experiences of their growth. With the enhancement too - I won't go on with the allusion, I let others guess, knowing me. Btw if I have placed UNDECIDED there, it's because incestuous relationships may turn insane. It is not a matter of procreating or not; it's because it can become an obsession! You're mine, I'm yours, I'm jealous, where do you go with whom... If incest happens with a healthy background, I would have nothing to judge. Healthy I mean, open sex life. You can have a boyfriend, and then have sex with [random family member] but if family member prevents you from exploring sex with others and vice-versa? That's insane. Toxic. Insane if it happens with a non-relative, worse if it comes from family member who claims genetics as a universal right. Then, another complex issue I've openly discussed with a person: if disability is involved and a mother/brother/sister/etc claim sex like "you could not be appreciated or desired by others, take me for this", it's even more insane. It's abuse. And abuse does not mean just non-consent; with vulnerability elements in discussion, consent can be "bought". So I call incest "a slippery slope". Then, before discovering I liked men, my crush for my twin sister, it's something I admit. Something I've joked with her too. But I've always been respectful and correct. And let some stories of incest, for what they are.

I was raped once. Was being a flirt and cock tease to this friend of mine. He kept warning me, saying I should stop. I didn’t listen. He pinned me down with his weight into me, ripped the back of my shorts and underwear open, and shoved his cock in dry. He used his precum and a little spit as lube. After a few minutes, he shot in me, made me clean off his cock with my mouth. He then made me take off my clothes, he would hit me with his belt if I didn’t move fast enough. He then forced his way on top of me and fucked me more. Ever since I crave being raped again. In Alton, IL here

Was a Cum Union a few years back and someone didn't want me to fuck him because my dick was too big. I am only like 7"

Note: Recently I read "The Conversion Party" by BadBob214. One of the readers said he woudl have picked a different top to poz him. That insprired me to write my own version. My thanks to BadBob214 and the reader for the inspriation.... I found the address easily enough, then sat in my car feeling terribly nervous -- so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension, and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted and needed. It was my destiny. The instructions on the invite were simple. “The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread ‘The Gift.’ I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no one is taking PrEP or any other oral precaution. This is, of course, a bareback-only event. Condoms are strictly prohibited. “Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the front door, it will be unlocked. Enter and remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If you’re a poz top breeder, take a red wrist band. If you’re neg and here to be bred, take a green wrist band. Or wear something that makes it clear you’re looking to be bred. Then enter through the inner door to the living room.” A couple of weeks before the party, I stopped taking PrEP. The wristband color thing seemed boring. I had decided instead to wear something feminine to advertise my negative status. I bought a cute woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black band and a small round face, and a fake diamond solitaire engagement ring. I thought these would send clear signals that I was there to receive “The Gift,” as the host called it. When I arrived, I took off my clothes and shoved them into an empty bag. At least two dozen others were already filled with other men’s clothes. I stood naked inside the front door, wearing my girlie watch and pretty ring. I was still nervous but my excitement was now overwhelming. My cock began to stiffen, oozing precum; my hole felt sensitive and ready to welcome penetration. A cute guy wearing a green wrist band checked me out, smiled, and said in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, that jewelry is so pretty. Wish I had thought of something like that instead of just this silly wrist band.” I felt myself blush as I replied, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. The room was dimly lit but enough light glinted off my ring for it to be visible; my thin watchband was also obvious. I crossed my arms so my jewelry would be seen and took a deep breath. There were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of young men on their knees sucking cock. One had long hair and wore a lacy black teddy instead of a green wrist band. Two guys were on the floor, one on all fours and the second behind on his knees with a red wrist band rimming the first guy’s hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. Soon he mounted his bottom. A few men moved closer to watch. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood, and his top turned him around and began fingering his ass. They moved near a wall; the front guy put his hands on it and spread his legs. The other moved behind him and pushed his cock into the first guy’s hole. I heard the one in front grunt. Soon they, too, and an audience making obscene comments. No one was wasting any time. A tall man approached me. He was wearing a green band. I caught the disappointment in his eyes as he saw my jewelry. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. I moaned softly into his kiss. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my watch and he whispered in my ear, “Very cute. More creative than a green wrist band.” I smiled and we resumed kissing. Now my cock was rock hard. As we kissed, the door from which I’d just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh, covered with many tattoos. His long cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing a red band. I immediately lost interest in the man who had been making out with me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps toward us. He looked at me and smiled, “Ah, fresh meat.” I reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomer’s hard man meat and pumped it gently. I glanced down and saw that the tatoo above his cock was a poison symbol. He pulled me close and spoke into my ear. “I’m not just HIV-positive. I have AIDS and the medication stopped working. The doctors say I don’t have much longer. Few men will have sex with me anymore. I have to come to parties like this one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I replied. I felt the room seem to spin. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply, his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks. I’m really doing this, I thought to myself. I tasted mouthwash on his breath and found with my tongue that he was missing several teeth. “I used to be young and beautiful like you. Now look at me.” “I don’t care,” I said. “I want to give myself to you and let you use my body for your pleasure.” He looked me deep in my eyes. I felt he could see into my soul. “What’s your name?” “Andy.” “Andy, I’m Stuart. We’re not supposed to use names here, but I want you to know who blessed you with his toxic seed and remember it.” “I will, Stuart. Always.” I shivered for a moment as I considered how AIDS could ravage a man’s body. Stuart must’ve been very handsome. Before. To my surprise, I still found him very sexy, just what I needed this night. “Let’s find a bed,” he said. He took me by the hand up some stairs. We opened a couple of doors and found the rooms occupied by men fucking, sometimes only two, sometimes a group. We could’ve joined them but Stuart clearly wanted me for himself. We finally found an empty room with nothing in it but a single bed. It was covered with a sheet stained with dried cum and traces of blood. I knelt in front of Stuart, opened my lips, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. His precum was delicious! He placed his hands on either side of my head; I placed mine on the sides of his ass cheeks. Stuart had lost so much weight I could feel his hip bones. I thought how sad it was that a beautiful man was losing his life because he loved other men. Suddenly it meant so much more to be receiving “The Gift” from him. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I heard him moan. “Oh, God, it’s been a while since another man sucked my cock. You are one fine cocksucker, Andy.” I was thrilled that he was enjoying my mouth and I let him go until he hit the back of my throat. He humped my mouth in a steady rhythm. I hoped he wouldn’t cum because I wanted his seed in my ass, but I would let him decide. Stuart pulled out of my mouth and drew me to a standing position. He was much taller than me. He wrapped me in his embrace and kissed me deeply again. I could taste his illness; I felt the bones of his disease-ravage body. To my surprise, I was incredibly turned on. “Lie down on the bed,” he said. I obeyed automatically, as if in a trance. Then, “Pull up your legs and spread them.” Again, I complied. Stuart applied some lube to his long cock. When he started to finger my hole, he was rough. Very rough. Scratching my insides with his long nails, he said, “You understand, Andy, why I’m doing this? Even though I know it hurts.” “Yes,” I gasped, as the sharp pain made me wince. After a few minutes, he used a Kleenex to wipe my hole. He inspected it and then showed me the bloody results. “You are ready now to receive my gift. This is your last chance to leave.” He stared deep into my eyes. The effect was hypnotic – I was unable to move. My mouth went dry. Then Stuart joined me on the bed and placed the slick tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. After a few moments of gentle but steady pressure, it opened to the intruder, and his cock started to work its way relentlessly inside me. I felt an intense burning sensation, soon joined by a delicious fullness. Then the burning gave way to a deep warmth that radiated from my ass to the rest of my body. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, Stuart penetrated me until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. I saw the deep concentration on his face as he focused on his own pleasure. Stuart lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deeply again, pressing my thighs against my chest. “You are mine now, Andy. Soon we will be joined forever by my seed, my toxic seed. It will take over your body. You may escape my fate – I certainly hope that you do – but my gift will be with you as long as you live.” “I want that, Stuart,” I replied. “Fill me with your seed. Poz me. I want it, all of it.” As he began to thrust in and out, I grasped his thin forearms. I could feel his bones under his skin. My solitaire ring sparkled in the light cast by the overhead bulb. Then I realized we weren’t alone. Several other men had entered the room, watching us silently. They all wore red wrist bands. I heard one of them say, “I’m glad Stuart found someone to fuck. He doesn’t have much time left.” I heard murmurs of agreement. Now Stuart began to pound my ass, breathing hard, his face taut with effort and passion. My ass was on fire. His full, heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. My cock, rock hard, bounced around with each thrust. I kneaded his abdomen with my finger nails, helping to draw out his cum. “Here it comes, Andy!” he shouted. “Here comes my poz load! Take it.” And with a deep, guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, thrust after thrust. With each inward pulse, I pictured the ribbons of toxic cum shooting deep into me, mixing with my blood. I was thrilled as I thought, We just mated. Stuart just impregnated me. His toxic babies will grow inside me. Stuart collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The men in the room clapped and cheered. I held himt close, wrapping my arms and legs around his wasted body, my ass clenching his cock as it slowly softened. I didn’t want to lose any of his toxic seed. As I gently caressed his back, I became aware of the sores that marred his skin. I now fully understood what the other men had said. One of them spoke, breaking the silence of the room. “This boy belongs to Stuart tonight. No one else fucks him.” They filed out and closed the door. I felt his cock slowly soften inside me. Suart eased off me and we lay facing each other. He kissed me softly. “Andy, you’ve made a very sick man very happy tonight.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I am yours for the rest of the night,” I whispered. I was surprised by how quickly he hardened against my thigh. This time I rolled him onto his back, straddled his waist, guided his cock to my waiting hole, and impaled myself on his dick. I rocked forward and back as he gripped my hips. I saw the look of intense pleasure on his face as I worked my ass, rising and falling. I gradually increased the rhythm, my delicate hands playing with the hairs on his chest, my pretty jewelry making me feel feminine even though I had never felt more like a gay man. I think we were both surprised by how quickly he came. I felt the wetness deep, deep inside me. When he softened and slipped out of my ass, I felt a little of his cum drip from my hole, even though I tried t clench it. I wished I had thought to bring a butt plug. Oh, well. We both drifted off to sleep. My nap was filled with lurid, erotic dreams, wit me being fucked by a line of gaunt, diseased men. I was awakened an hour later by Stuart’s hands rolling me onto my belly. He knelt behind me and spread my legs. I lay motionless, my face resting on my hands. I felt his cock rubbing my crack. With each stroke, it grew harder and longer. Then he guided the tip to my hole and pushed into me. As he passed my sphincter, a grunt escaped my throat. I felt his body press down on my back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being a pussy for an AIDS top, don’t you?” I nodded. “Of course you do. It’s what you always needed, Andy, and now it’s real.” He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders. I turned and looked at his hands, the flesh taut. Then I looked over my shoulders, and Stuart leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt an orgasm welling up inside me. “I’m gonna cum,” I declared, in a strange, high-pitched voice. “Yes, baby,” Stuart said. “Cum for daddy. Your last negative load.” With that, I exploded, spurts of my jism coating the sheet and my belly. Stuart wasn’t far behind. He slammed my ass again and again until I heard the familiar deep sigh of a male who has mated with his bitch. More wetness inside me. I felt a stinging sensation from the open wounds being rubbed raw. It was painful but also deeply satisfying. I replay that amazing night in my mind every chance I get.

West Side Club NYC

This could explain why some folks are complete assholes.

I had A Regular Checkup Appointment this morning but I definitely had a sore throat and a rough voice because I've sucked a lot of big cock Recently, Appointment is going as normal and he asks whats wrong with my voice and if I needed anything for it, and without thinking I admitted no ive just been Sucking So much cock lately my throat is just a little bruised im sure, he laughed and just told me to be careful. Wish he would had me suck his

Chapter 1 - Birthday Surprise Xander was a spoiled brat that always got what he wanted when he wanted it. His mother spoiled him rotten since that day he was born. It was that way all the time. He was dreadfully unprepared for the real world. Unfortunately for him, his mother passed away last week and he was forced to move in with his dad. Frank was a no-nonsense kind of guy. He did not put up with the boy’s tantrums and set hard boundaries for the boy. It was like living in hell for Xander. He never got what he wanted anymore and he had to follow insane rules set by his dad. A dad he had never really known. Xander kept thinking to himself – I just have to wait until I turn 18 and then I can leave this horrible place behind me and be on my own. Frank also was counting down the days until the boy turned 18 but for more nefarious reasons. Frank was bisexual and lusted over the teen since the day he burst back into his life, since his mom’s death. Frank would say he was an equal opportunist. Anyone that knows him sexually would say he just like fucking anything with a tight hole. And he was lusting over his son, waiting for the day he could claim his virgin hole. He never even thought to ask the boy if he was straight or gay. It did not matter to the man. Either way, he was his for the claiming. The morning of Xander’s 18th birthday, Xander woke up to find a collar around his neck. He put his hands to it trying to find a way to take it off. That’s when he felt the zap. ZZZZap. Xander was shocked – literally and figuratively. That’s when he looked up at the door to his room and found his dad standing in the doorway. He was holding a small remote. F: I see you have found my little gift I left for you to find. X : WTF dad. Frank held the remove up and pointed it at the boy. ZZZZAP. Another jolt ran through the boy. F: You will speak when I tell you that you can speak. X : Dad, what… ZZZZZAP. Again the boy felt the sting coming from around his neck. He felt it through his entire body. F: Speak when I say you can speak. You get that you little shit? Nodd if you understand me. Xander nodded up and down. He dared not speak again. F: I want you to strip. Now. X : What? ZZZAAPP. F: I thought you were a smart one. I guess you need this dumbed down a little bit. Okay then, here goes. I’m the man in charge today. The law says you are a man today but you are still a boy to me. But that’s okay. I love breaking in new boys. I put my favorite collar on you. I know how you think you deserve the very best. **evil grin** Frank held up the remote and the boy flinched as if waiting for the pain to arrive. Xander opened his eyes and gave his dad a look that let Frank know he had full control of the situation. F: Good, you are learning. You’re gonna learn a lot of things today. Happy birthday son. Now to show me how much you listen, I want you to strip for me. Xander looked at his dad confused and was too slow to move. ZZZZAAAAP. The boy took a second to recover from the intensified sting of the collar. F: I said strip. Xander pulled his shirt straight over his head and threw his shirt on the bed. His hands went to the waistband of his pajama bottoms and he slowly lowered them. He kicked the pj bottoms to the side. He was already without socks. All that was left was a pair of baby blue boxer shorts. Xander hesitated as to whether he needed to continue to was his current state of undress sufficient. It had to be right? As if hearing the conversation out loud, Frank answered his unspoken question. F: Well, I guess that’s okay for now. I mean, I did mean strip naked but I did not specifically say that. You’re okay on a technicality. It’s not like you know my thought process yet. Keep those boxers on for now. The man stayed in his spot in the doorway. He looked at his prize up and down. He loved staring at the almost naked boy. He looked down at the perfect dime sized nipples. He wondered to himself how sensitive were they going to be in about an half hour from then. He lowered his gaze down at the small bump in the boxers where the boy’s dick was shielded at present time. Frank licked his lips thinking about the sweet nector that the boy was going to leak out of his dick. F: Now, follow me to my room. I’ve already set out some supplies for your birthday parTy. I will lead and you better follow me. If at any time I see or think you are trying to attack your collar, I will turn it up to full blast and you do not want that. You look like you are at your pain limit already and it’s barely at 25%. Just remember, do as I say and you’ll be fine. Cross or ignore my commands, you’ll be shocked. Got it? I wanna hear you say it. Got it? X : Yes dad. I understand. F: Good. Now follow me. Frank turned around and made his way to his room down the hall. The boy was sure to follow him closely. Xander was afraid of being shocked again. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this situation. All he knew was that his dad was in charge and he couldn’t say no. He had absolutely no clue as to what was in store for him.

Chapter 3 – The Sling Frank looked down on the teen prize before his eyes. He knelt down and licked the tip of the boy’s throbbing dick. He licked the boy’s smooth balls. He licked lower, under the balls. Frank ventured south until his tongue came in contact with the boy’s hole. He started to eat the boy hole out. The violation of his hole sent chills up the body of Xander. He had never known a feeling like this before. Frank was busy getting the boy’s hole nice and wet. He was tongue fucking the hole in no time at all. Frank pushed in his finger and was met with some resistance. F: Fuck your tight. You really are a virgin, aren’t you my son. I’m going to have fun filling you up with your little brothers and sisters swimmers from my balls to your tight hole. You’re not leaving this room until your good and knocked up. Frank went back to eating the boy hole out. He ate the boy out for what seemed like hours. When he was finally done, the hole was all dripping saliva. Frank went back to the night stand and pulled out some more supplies. He pulled out 2 needleless syringes. One was prepped with Tina silicone lube and the second a huge shard diluded in some lube. Frank pushed the first syringe into the boy and released the lube deep inside the boy. The second syringe was pushed inside the boy and was released at the same deep point. Xander started making a noise that vocalized his discomfort from the slight burn. He dared not speak any words at this point. F: Oh does that burn a little son? Well, I have some medicine that will make you feel all better. Frank reaches inside his baggie of Tina and pulls out a big shard. He places it at the entrance to the hole and pushes it in with his two fingers. The burn intensifies and Xander makes more noise. F: See isn’t that better? Doesn’t that make you feel so much better? Xander is obviously feeling discomfort but dares not go against his dad. He nods up and down to the question. His eyes watering back up. Frank grabs another shard and pushes it in the boy. F: I appreciate the gesture but this one is because you lied to me just now. I want you flying you big dumb bitch. I want that hole hungry and begging for my seed. The burning feeling is starting to subside and Xander is feeling like a cat in heat. His hole is literally twitching for attention. Frank still had his fingers inside the boy hole. he loves the feeling of a boy hole squeezing his fingers, almost as much as he loves the squeeze on his dick. He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his dickhead. Frank pushes the head inside the tight hole. The feeling is amazing on his dick. Xander unclenches and the hole relaxes a little bit. Frank grabs the boy by the hips and slams his full 8.5 dick inside the boy in one push. Xander screams but this only intensifies the wonderful feeling that his dad is experiencing. F: Scream all you want son. This is happening whether you’re ready for it or not. So take my dick and love it. I wanna hear how loud you can be while I fuck you. Frank grabs the sling restraints and uses them as leverage. He starts jackhammering the poor boy. Xander has stopped screaming and its more of a crying now. Tears continue to fall from his eyes. X : Dad, please stop. It hurts. Frank is visibly disappointed. He pulls out and goes back to the little supply station he has set up next to the bed. He pulls out a cock ring and walks over to the boy. He puts the boy’s balls and dick through the cock ring and pushes it in place. F: Oh this isn’t just for looks. It’s of my own design. Just like your collar. So repeat what you just said to me. X : I don’t want to repeat it. F: Don’t make me have to make this a full on lesson. Repeat what you said. Xander looks at his dad in the eyes and low level cries out. X : Dad, please stop. It hurts. Frank holds up another remote and ZZZZap - sends a shock right to the boy’s balls. This makes the boy scream again. This time a hole octave higher. F: Remember, I can always make this hurt more than it needs to. I’m the man in charge you worthless piece of shit. The only reason you exist is to please me, take my cum and anything else I tell you to do. Is that fucking penetrating your sorry excuse of a head? Zzzzzzap to the balls. Again a scream echos in the room. F: I asked you a fucking question. Xander’s face is red and puffy from all his crying. He looks at his dad right in the eyes. X : I understand now, Dad. I’m your sex toy. I’m a hole only for your pleasure. Fuck me daddy. Please, I need your cum in my ass. F: Nice enthusiasm boy. Frank slams back into the boy’s hole. He returns to his jackhammer rhythm. The only sounds escaping the new bottom are muffled cries. After about 10 minutes of pounding, the boy’s cries finally start becoming moans. Frank is turned on by the fact that the boy has finally submitted and accepted the situation. He pulls out and kneels down. He spits on the asshole and shoves his dick back in. he pulls out and slams back in repeatedly. F: Yeah, now this hole is loose enough for my load. Frank slams into the whore in the sling. He pushes as far in as he can get and releases his swimmers inside his son. F: yeah, take it you fucking whore. Ahhhhhhhhhhh Frank somewhat collapses on the boy still in the sling. He takes a moment to catch his breath. He looks down at his son. Xander is covered in his own cum. Frank had totally missed it but his son shot his load at the same time as his dad. ZZZZZap to the collar. Xander moans loudly. F: I didn’t give you permission to cum yet. You have to earn that nut. I’ll let you off easy this time. Since you’re so new. Frank bends down and kisses his son on the lips. F: you’re such a hot fuck. I loved the crying. Remember that. It made my dick hard. Frank untied the boy from the sling and picked him off. He placed the boy down on the bed. He removed the cock ring and placed it with his other supplies. F: okay, go take a shower and clean yourself up. I want you back in here in 20 minutes ready to go for more. Don’t try to take the collar. I have the only key. It’s designed to go full charge if it is being tampered with. If you try to run for it, make sure you grab all your shit because you will never set a foot back inside this house again. You got that. Plus, I know you liked that shit. The tina helps with the horniness and taking dick, but you actually shot your load from my fucking you. Admit it, you love this shit. Anyway, it’s your decision. I would be back here in 20 minutes if I were in your position. Xander walked away to his room. He thought about trying to escape the nightmare. The reality of leaving sank in. He had absolutely nowhere to go to. He had no money or car or anything. At least here, he would be taken care of. It’s not like his dad is trying to kill him or anything. And the drugs are amazing. The sex was even feeling great towards the end. And he did shoot his largest load ever just a few minutes ago. Maybe there was something to staying. After all, it was his dad and his dad would never really hurt hurt him. He was just teaching him lessons afterall. If he behaved and did as he is told, then there should be no zaps. Xander rationalized his reasons for staying and jumped in the shower. He washed all the sweat and cum off of his teen body. He dried himself off and walked back to his dad’s room.

Chapter 2 – The Bedroom Xander followed his dad into a dimly lit room. There was porn playing on the tv. Xander noticed that the porn playing was gay porn with a man and a twink. He looked up to find his dad’s position in the room. H was now naked and was standing on the opposite end of the room by some sort of sex swing. Then Frank walked over to the bed and pat the space beside of him. Xandar took this as an indication to move over there quickly. His body was still jittery from his last shock. He sat right next to his dad on the king size bed. Frank reached over to a few items on the nightstand beside the bed. Xander looked over and saw a few clear pipes and and large bag of what looked like crystals. He had never seen Tina before but he knew it was drugs. There was a smaller bag of white powder that he instantly thought was cocaine. He would be wrong, as it was crushed up Tina in a fine powder. Frank loaded one of the pipes with a large shard. He grabbed the torch and put the pipe to his lips. He melted the shard and bounced the flame under the puddle. He let out a large cloud. F: Your turn. Okay you can talk freely for a moment. I will take it back but for now, I wanna hear what you have to think. Here you go. X : But I’ve never done drugs before. F: you and your friends smoke pot. It’s kinda the same. Instead of lighting the green on the top of the bowel, you are heating the bottom of the bowel to melt the puddle in the bowel. X : I don’t know if I can do it. What is it? F: It’s Tina. Don’t worry, it will make you feel nice and good. Maybe even a little horny. **evil grin**. Go ahead and try that shit out. it’s great stuff. Nothing but the best for my golden child son. Xander flicks the torch on and heats the puddle and it starts to form a whisp of white cloud. He puts the pipe to his mouth and rotates the pipe left and right. The torch turns off and Xander lets out a huge cloud. ZZZZZZZap X : why? F: You lying fuck. You hit that like you knew what you were doing. You’ve smoked before. No bullshit or I hit the button again. X : Okay, I may have taken a hit or two before but never more than that. F: Good boy. Hit it again. Xander reluctantly hits the pipe again. After his cloud escapes his mouth, he is bidden to hit it again. This time he needs to do a bigger cloud. He follows that hit with a cloud that put his previous attempt to shame. It was a glorious large white cloud. F: Very good boy. Now stand up and put your hands behind your back. Xander stood up and did as his dad commanded. His dad disappeared behind him. The next sound in the room was a pair of handcuffs being fastened on the boy. Frank put his hands on the boy’s waistband and pushed the boxers down. Instinctively, the boy went to cover his junk but the handcuffs kept him bound. Frank went down to the floor and removed the underwear from the boy’s feet. As he was eye level with the boy’s perky ass, he took the opportunity to lick the side of the boy’s bum. This sent chills down the boy’s spine. His dick sprang to life. Frank gave the boy a little love nibble on this left cheek that made the boy jump up. Frank got to his feet and seized the pipe. He refilled and melted another puddle. He hit the bowl and put his lips to his son’s lips. Xander had his lips held shut. Frank reached around and grabbed him by his hair. That made him open his mouth and Frank blew his first shotgun into the boy’s mouth. Frank repeated the shotguns until the bowl was empty again. He put down the pipe and started tweaking the boys nipples. With all the drugs in the boy’s system, his nipples were super sensitive now. with every flick and twist, his dick got harder and harder. He filled out to his full length of 7 inches. Frank pushed the boy to the bed. Xander had his back to the bed protecting his ass from more bites. This left his dick defenseless. Frank refilled the pipe and took his next hit. With this hit, he went down to his knees and engulfed the boy’s hard dick. He blew his cloud out as he started to suck him off. Xanders hormones were going a million miles a minute. His dick starting to leak precum. Frank loved the sweet sweet taste of the boy’s leaking dick. Xander was moaning. He had never had a blowjob before and definitely never while a blowjob while high. In that moment, it didn’t matter who was sucking him off, all that mattered was that it keep going. Frank pulled off and gave the boy another shotgun. This time he kept his lips to the boy’s lips and started making out with him. Xander could taste his own precum on his dad’s lips. He loved the taste too. And just when Xander thought he had arrived in heaven, his dad broke away. Frank stood back up and put his hands on his son’s shoulders. He lead him down to his knees. The boy’s head was at crotch level. Xander was starting to get lost in the Tina cloud that was his mind at present. He kept looking up at his dad and saying “more daddy” with his eyes. Xander’s eyes finally fell to the monster dick that was throbbing in front of him. His dad was showing off his full 8.5 inches. The boy just stared at the dick. ZZZZZZZZZZap F: Well, it ain’t gonna suck itself. Get on there boy. Open up. X : But I’m no… ZZZZZZap. F: I didn’t ask if you were queer. The Tina doesn’t care. I don’t care. My dick doesn’t care. I said open up! The boy didn’t need another zap, he opened up and opened up wide. He got a good start with getting about a third of it inside his mouth. It was painfully obvious that the boy had never sucked a dick before. Frank pulled his dick out of the boy’s mouth. ZZZZap. F: No teeth. Put your lips over your teeth. Frank rammed his dick back into the boy’s mouth. He was unprepared and gagged a bit. But that was Franks plan. He forced that thick saliva from the throat to come up to the mouth. He pushed back into the mouth slower and it glided. The thick saliva coated the dick and he was able to slip almost the entire length into the throat. F: if you bite down on me in your mouth, I will shock you unconscious and wake you up by smashing your balls with my heal. Got it?! Tears started to fall from Xander’s eyes. He just nodded as best he could with the monster dick in his mouth. Frank fucked his son’s mouth for a while. He knew the boy’s jaw must be getting tired so he gave him a break. He helped the boy to his feet. He uncuffed his hands and placed them in front of the boy before cuffing them again. Frank held up the remote again and watched as his son recoiled. F: Good boy. I think it’s time to put you in the sling. Before Xander even had a moment to think about what his dad just said, Frank picked the boy up and laid him down in the sling. He reached down and uncuffed the boy. Frank intentionally turned his back to the boy to take his time grabbing a new pipe. In plain view, he put the remote down on the dresser so that Xander could see. He was testing the boy, making sure that he would not try to jump off the sling and make a run for it. When he was satisfied at the amount of time he gave the boy, he turned around to find him in the exact same spot he was left in. F: Control. Fuck yeah. Frank strapped in the boys legs. He strapped in the boy’s left arm and then his right arm. F: Welcome to my sling, son.

Chapter 6 —— Sam —— The ringing of my phone woke me up. I must of dozed off again as I laid cuddled under the light cover remembering how good my big bros precum tasted on my tongue. I was already craving more of it. I reached across to the nightstand feeling around till I found my phone. I saw a text notification. It was Mom giving me the details on my things she shipped for me. It was all the stuff I couldn’t take with me on the plane because of space restraints. Stuff like the rest of my clothes, some knickknacks, a few sentimental things I had keep over the years, and most importantly my computer system. Yes I had brought my laptop but that computer was maybe the most important thing in the shipment. I had spent countless hours and a lot of money getting it setup just the way I wanted. Sure all the files on it were backed up (multiple ways) but it held thousands of hours of work I have put into developing my software. I made sure to pack the computer extra carefully and use lots of packing stuff to keep it safe. It also had huge fragile stickers all over it. Mom promised to make sure it got here in one piece. Knowing her she would make sure the shippers knew that if they broke it she’d have their asses. The delivery was due to arrive between 1:00pm and 4:00pm. She also gave me the tracking number and website (again) so I could “keep an eye” on it. I mean it would get here when it gets here. I replied thanking her and put my phone back down on the nightstand and climbed out of bed. I walked naked through the apartment to my room and got clothes for the day and shower caddy bag. I turned on the shower so it could warm up while I took my morning piss. I looked out the floor to ceiling windows as I didn’t business. It really was a beautiful view. After shaking the last of my piss off I got in the shower. The hot water felt great as it ran down my body. It also helped wake me up. After it got out of the shower I shaved, brush my teeth, and all that stuff. I dressed in a pair of light sweats and a T-shirt since I wasn’t planning on leaving the apartment today. I hung my towel up and just left my shower stuff in the bathroom since it would be mine going forward. I walked to the kitchen barefoot to get something to eat. The kitchen was pretty well stocked but I just wanted something simple. I found a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch so I got a big bowl, filled it to the top, and added the milk. I had just got my phone from the Josh’s bedroom room and sat down on the sofa with it and my bowl of cereal when he walked back through the door. He made a b-line for the bathroom bypassing the coffee I had brewed before my shower to have with my breakfast. Josh came out a few minutes later dressed and ready for work. I had to give him some crap about being a doctor gigolo. He dished right back at me with my hated nick name. We then talked about the day. He told me the furniture delivery due any minute and I told him about the text from mom confirming delivery of my thing this afternoon. We also agreed to a dinner of Chinese takeout. Not long after that the furniture delivery people guys arrived. We showed them where the room was and I told them where I wanted each piece of furniture. While the guys went down to the truck to get the furniture Josh helped me clear my crap from the room and gave me the tip money. The guys were bring up the first of the furniture when it was time for Josh to dip to work. I don’t know what came over me but I felt the need to touch and hug him. So I just went with it and hugged him goodbye before heading back to get my phone from the coffee table as he walked out the door. My feelings for Josh were growing stronger and faster than I thought they ever could. Sure I was still into him aesthetically, I mean man is hot! But the more time I spent with him and the more I got to know him the more I wanted to be with him. Luckily that train of thought was sidetracked by the sound of one of the guys coming from my room and asking me a question about the bed setup. I walked with him back to the room and had them adjust the bed placement by just a little bit. They confirmed where I wanted the desk, which was the next thing they were bringing up. I stood back and watched them work for a minute before I headed back to the living room. They were both pretty good looking, but I could tell both were straight and not really interested in me that way. It took them about two and a half hours to get everything brought up and set up. I tipped them and then showed them out. The room now had a bed frame with a very comfortable queen sized bed. There was also a dresser and two nightstands. The desk was in the corner along with the gaming chair Josh ordered for me (I had sent him a link to what I liked). I went to the living room and brought the stuff we got over the weekend along with my bags back to my room. I went about getting everything put away. One of the lamps went on the nigjtstand, one was belonged on the desk, I put the sheets on the bed, and the small standing/shaving mirror went on my dresser, and so on. I unpacked my clothes clothes and put them away in the dresser and closet. It was around 1:30 pm when I had finished putting everything away. I went to the living room and grabbed some fruit and a yogurt. After my quick lunch, I decided to go ahead and do some stretching and yoga. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and sat on the living room floor in front of the window. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin as I began my first stretches. I had on my headphones listening to some very calming music. The world around me melted away and I was in my happy place. My body worked off of muscle memory as I moved through my progression. I was startled out of my zen by a loud knocking sound. I took out my earbuds just in time to hear another loud knock and was then able to comprehend it was the front door. I hurried across the room to the door and when I opened to saw a guy couple years older than me standing there in a uniform that all the apartment building staff wore. He was about 5’9 - 5’10, had great dark brown hair, warm tan skin, honey brown eyes, he looked to be in good shape from what I could see, and he had a killer smile. The name tag on his shirt said Fernando. “Hi, how can I help you? Is there an issue?” I asked him curious why we were being paid a visit. “Hello, sir. I am Fernando with the apartment concierge staff. I have some delivery men coming up the elevator with Packages for you. We tried calling, but when we tried the phone number Mr. Josh gave us for Mr. Sam no one answered. I ran ahead to make sure you were home and everything was ok.” He explained in a warm tone with a bright smile on his face. “Oh man, I am sorry about that. I must of left my phone in silent while I did my yoga.” I replied as I looked over to my phone on the coffee table. It was then I realized I was standing in only my underwear in front of him. Plus I had worked up a sweat and they were pretty soaked so it didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Oh sorry, I forgot I wasn’t dressed for company. Come in in and give me a minute to throw my shorts on. I said as I walked away from the door to were my shorts lay on the floor by the couch. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked over and was certain he was checking out my ass as I bent over to get my shorts. I put a little extra show on for him as I got them from the floor and put them on. I could tell he was into me and at least bi. But he was defiantly down low, closeted, or something along those lines. I had excellent gaydar and had yet to be wrong. I walked back over to him deciding to leave my shirt on the floor. “Thank you so much for coming up and checking. Our mom would be pissed if I’d missed the delivery. I just moved out here and she sent me my stuff behind me.” I said as an explanation of what was coming up. Not that he need to know that but it was a way to make conversation. He had been looking at my chest and body the whole time I was walking back toward him. He snapped his eyes to mine when I got close and pretended not to have been looking. “Welcome sir! I have lived in the city my whole life. It is great!!! I just started here at the apartment building last week. So we are both new to the building.” He said with a reassuring simile. “Nice, maybe you can show me around sometime.” I said while I winked at him. He blushed, smiled his beautiful smile, and looked down. He was obviously into me. I know it can be messy fucking with DL or closeted guys, but there was just something so hot about!! We were interrupted by the noise of the men that were bringing up my boxes getting off the elevator. As Fernando turned to go to meet them in the hall I took the opportunity to check out his butt. His pants were tight and cupped his sweet ass and displayed it perfectly. I snapped out of the trance his ass put me in and went over to the couch to put on my shirt before the movers got to the door. It took about 45 minutes for them to get everything up from downstairs and then stacked in my room to be unpacked. Fernando stuck around for the entire process and helped out where he could. I caught him several times checking me out when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was cute and exciting knowing how much he wanted my body. I had a semi the entire time we were moving the boxes in and around. When the movers finished I walked them to the door tipping them as they departed. My new friend lingered off to the side while the left. I closed the door and turned around to see Fernando looking at me nervously. I could almost hear his inner thoughts debating if he should go for it or not. I decided to take the decision out of his hands. I crossed the room and took him by the back of the head as I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Not to roughly but firm enough he knew I meant business. His hands went straight to my sides and he started to feel all over my chest and abs. My free hand roamed down his back and found its way to cupping his plump butt. We made out for a few minutes as we rubbed over each others bodies. I started to unbutton his shirt and pull it off him. He followed suit and pulled my shirt off over my head followed by pushing my short down. I kicked them down to the floor and off my feet. He kissed me on my neck as I unbuttoned his slacks and took them off of him. He was wearing boxers, typical straight guy, but they were tenting showing his excitement. His mouth engulfed my nipple as he started to suck on it and flick it with his tongue. That made my constrained cock jump in my boxer briefs. He kissed his way down my chest and abs. With one quick yank I was naked. He put his nose in my bush and took a big inhale. It must of smelled stale and sweaty from my yoga and then moving the boxes. However I smelled It must of been good to him because his tent jumped and he moaned into my bush. He moved further down and took my hardening uncut cock in his hand and moved his face under my shaft. He took a big whiff of my balls and started to lick my sweaty salty balls. He took one in his wet warm mouth and rolled it. Then released it and took the other in it. That made me go super hard almost instantly. My big thick 9.5 inch uncut dick was standing at attention. He pulled the last of my foreskin behind the head of my aching cock and took the fat tip into his mouth. His tongue massaging my piss hole and then moved around the crown. He slowly started to work his way down on it. Inch by inch. He got maybe 4.5-5 inches down and gaged. He backed up and tried again. He was doing a good job, no teeth, and using his tongue well but he never got past 6 inches. .thst didn’t bother me because I loved looking down and watching this “straight” guy choke on my big fat cock! After about 10 minutes of him worshiping my dick I pulled him up from his knees and led him over to the couch. I turned him away from me and bent him over the back of it while I went to my knees behind him spreading his ample cheeks. His hole winked at me as I blew on it. I gently licked it with my tongue. That made him moan. I took that as a sign he wanted it. I dug into his sweet hole. Eating it deeper and deeper. Making sure I got my tongue in as far as I could. Then I started to alternate between spitting in it, eating it, and fingering his hole. Getting him to open little by little. He was moaning and shivering the whole time. I could tell he wanted my big fat cock deep in him. I got up and walked to my room to grab some lube and a condom from where I had stashed it in my nightstand. I came back and squirted the lube on my finger and lubed up his warm tight hole. I slipped the condom on and lubed my big fat shaft and slowly inserted my covered head into his hole. He moan as I gradually move deep and deeper into his hole. He had been fucked before for sure, but I could tell pretty quick that I was the biggest he had ever had because of how tight he was half way in. I finally got all 9.5 inches in him and bent over and kissed the back of his neck as I let my cock sit so he could adjust to the length and girth. I started to pump in and out of him slowly. Every time my cock ran across his prostate he’d moan and his body would shake. His hole felt so good wrapped around my big fat uncut cock! Just as I started to get going I felt the condom snap. I didn’t bother to stop. After all I had poked holes in it before I even opened the package to ensure this would happen. I did that too all my condoms. I always wore a condom when asked or it wasn’t discussed, but not for long. I hadn’t since the first time one broke on me as I was in a hot hole. My freshman year I was fucking a hot twink that said he only fucked safe. He was tight and my cock is big and I was fucking him hard!! The rubber snapped and I was to excited to stop. The twink didn’t notice (or pretended not to). Nutting in his raw hole felt so natural! Feeling that tight velvet hole on my cock naturally and flooding him full of my seed ruined condom sex for me. Since then I started preparing my condoms so they’d fail and I could still raw dog those that wanted a condom. Fernando hadn’t asked for a condom but also seemed relieved when I put one on. Now that the top half of my raw cock was in him raw he didn’t seem to notice or mind. I picked up my speed, pumping him hard and deep. Making him moan louder and louder. The condom was now bunched up at the base of my cock and my full raw cock was drilling his tight straight hole!! I pumped his hole for about 20 minutes over the couch. Him moaning and begging for it. Me telling him what a good boy he was. Then he shot a huge load hands free all over the top of the couch, on the couch cushions, and even down on the floor in front of it. He came gallons. That made his hole squeeze my dick harder and I couldn’t hold it long after that. My cum flooded his hole deep on my last stroke. I rested on his back and then slowly removed my now softening cock from his hole. He got up turned around and squatted in front of me. He removed the bunched condom ring from the base of my cum covered cock. He smiled at me taking it his mouth and sucking me deep. I was only about 60% hard so he was able to get the whole thing in his throat. He sucked every last drop of cum off my cock. As he pulled off my now fully soft dick he stood and kissed me. Sharing the last bit of cum he had in his mouth with me as we made out. “I am glad the condom broke. It feels so much better raw and I really wanted to feel your cum in me papi!” “Me too baby!! You can ride my dick anytime. Next time we can just start raw.” I replied and then slapped his ass. I bent over to kiss him again and my cock started to harden once more. It didn’t help Fernando was stroking me. “I would take that cock anytime papi” he whispered to me. That made me rock hard again, I turned him around and bent him slightly and slipped my dick into his now loose wet hole. I went balls deep hard and fast in one stroke. I fucked him there in the living room standing up. He reached out to brace himself on the nearby wall. I pounded him as hard and deep as I could. Fully raw!! It was 5 minutes of the one of hardest fuck I had ever given a bottom. My second load was even bigger than my first. Filling him up to the point my cum was leaking out of his now hole around my dick. He shot his second hands free load as my dick finished twitching and cumming in him. I pulled out and went down behind him to eat his cum filled hole! I got as much of my cum from his hole as I could before standing up to feed it to him. We made out for a while swapping my cum. We were interrupted by the front door opening and Josh walking in with a bag of Chinese food. He looked between us. Both of us naked. My cum running down Fernando’s leg. Both sweaty and clearly just finished fucking. “Well this is interesting scene to come home too!” He said with a smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Damn, I had lost track of time and now I was busted fucking a random stranger in the middle of the living room. I swallowed the frog in my throat and really hopped Josh was going to be cool about this. ————————— I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I finally got the time and inspiration to finish the chapter and it took a turn even I wasn’t expecting!! Thank you all for your patience. More to come!

!!NEW STORY!! (Desired Obsessions will be an anthology series exploring themes, this thread centering around reunions too hot to turn from and too dark to not indulge in) DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II Part One: Long Games Felix burrowed under his blankets, a cocoon of total darkness that was supposed to bring sleep. It was useless. For an hour, he’d tried to ignore the nasty thoughts swirling in his head, but they only kept him tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded trail over his nipples, down the sharp ‘V’ of his hips, across the caramel skin of his inner thighs. A touch he melted into. Rolling onto his stomach, he peeked out. 4:05 AM. The red digital numbers glowed. He’d been chatting with some dude from an app, but the screen was dark now, the conversation having gone cold long before. But he thought of the pics the dude had sent: a thick, uncut, hairy blonde cock from four different angles. One of them had a can of lighter butane next to it for size reference. Slowly, he ground his hips into the mattress. A low, "Mmm," escaped his lips as an erection began to press into the bedding. "Yes…" he whispered, giving in to the inevitable. Sleep wasn't coming. "I’m gonna get spun." But what kind of night should this be? Felix was no stranger to wild nights, quickly bored by anything mild. Something new, he thought. The raw, the unfiltered. He moaned again, pushing his hips off the bed, arching his back until his ass was high in the air, an offering to the empty room. An idea struck. "And why not get lit that way?" He threw the blankets off, went to his nightstand, and opened the drawer, retrieving a small black case. Inside were a few small containers of party favors and a liquid syringe. He uncapped one, trying to remember the amount his friend had used last time, then pinched small white rocks into the syringe and filled it with a small amount of water. As he shook it gently, he thought of the first and only other time he’d gotten high this way. A small group hosted by a vers friend. All night, all raunchy. He was crazy high and crazy cock-hungry. His dick got hard as he watched the rocks dissolve. This is going to be wild, he told himself. His booty bump was ready. He grabbed his phone, put on some porn, and laid on his stomach. He positioned his ass in the air, pushed his hole out against the plastic tube, found the right spot, and pressed the plunger. The cool water splashed against his inner walls. He tightened, slid the tube out, not a single drop wasted, and began to grind his hard cock into the mattress as he pushed the plunger, flooding his hole. The build was slow, but when the feeling crested, it was electrifying, far more intense than smoking. He loved the way it made his hole feel: warm and tingling, alive with anticipation for anything. He took a hit of poppers. Two nostrils deep. His lungs filled with the sharp scent. He saw precum leaking from his cock. He pushed his hips onto the bed, eyes transfixed on the porn playing from his phone, and ground his hard dick into the mattress, over and over. "Fuck, that is so hot," he cried out. The booty bump was taking effect. His head buzzed. The verbal cries from the porn invaded his consciousness, and he imagined himself as the bottom in the video, on his knees, hungrily servicing two uncut Latin cocks. Spit filled his mouth as one of them forced a cock deep in his throat. He took another hit of poppers. His hole burned with an erotic warmth that made his hard cock leak even more. In the video, the two guys getting serviced towered over the small twink. The size difference made Felix even harder. Lost in the fantasy and the euphoric high, he continued grinding his sensitive cock into the mattress, moaning along with the video. "Fuck, ahhhh." He desperately wanted to be that bottom, fucked by both men. The booty bump flooded him with images of their thick cocks stretching him, making him scream. The room was hot and sticky. All that mattered was getting cock. Felix moaned, “Fuck, I need it so bad.” Another hit of poppers. He got louder, his hips bucking faster, accenting the curve of his bubble ass. A double hit of poppers. He stopped. He lifted his hips up and away from the bed, taking deep breaths to ride the edge of the peak he’d almost hit. Edging, bringing himself to the brink and then denying release, was his new favorite game. The porn played on, but Felix knew he needed the real thing. He considered texting the top from the other night, who was particularly skilled, but then reasoned with himself. Felix was a connoisseur of "firsts," of the new encounter where everything was a discovery. Anon. He’d tried it and loved it, the blindfold and everything. He ran through a mental list of things he hadn’t done, a list that got shorter by the weekend, before he settled on… public play. After a quick, hot shower, he dressed. The high thrummed under his skin and seemed to vibrate as he packed his fanny pack with favors before heading out. The morning air was still cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. It felt good. He cut through the park a few blocks from his apartment. It was a casual cruising spot he’d always been too jumpy to try. Most guys were around in the middle of the night. Too cold and too creepy, Felix thought. The edges of the trees seemed to shimmer against the grass, and it all blurred at the edges of his vision. Felix did a second booty bump post-shower. He found the park mostly empty except for people walking dogs and others doing yoga or sunbathing. He followed the path to the men’s bathroom. Sitting on the benches just outside would be the best place to start; it would be one of the only open places so early in the morning. He sat sideways on the bench, one leg tucked under him, the same-side arm draped over the back. All he’d have to do was arch his back, pushing his warm, tingling ass toward any guy who might look twice. He blinked a couple of times and laughed softly to himself. “I am fuckin’ flying.” He discreetly ground his hand against his tight red nylon running shorts. He was gently startled by a burst of laughter and loud voices. Three men walked towards him, their energy infectious and sloppy. Felix, keeping his gaze soft, clocked their sneakers, the baseball hats on the white guy and the Latin guy, the basketball jersey on the white guy that was vaguely familiar, and bits of their odd, slurred conversation. He was much too high to coordinate anything, but he looked back and away in their direction just enough to make sure they noticed. The guys settled under a tree across from him, glancing over as they continued their boisterous conversation. Felix smiled, which got the white guy's attention, it was curious and something more than just interesting. Alright. Time to kick this up a notch. Felix arched his back and stood, moving with deliberate slowness. All three guys watched. Felix turned and headed for the men's bathroom. It was deserted. The morning air was growing thick with the heat of the day, the scent of bleach overpowering the faint smell of piss. Three stalls, doors open. Two sinks. Felix went to one and looked at himself in the mirror that hung just above it. The bathroom door creaked open. The white guy, hat pulled low, with that jersey and grey sweatpants, walked in. His face had something about it, Felix thought, but their eyes locked instantly through the mirror. Felix stepped into the stall furthest from the door, and the guy followed, the door clicking shut behind him. Felix faced him as he grabbed his dick, pressing his sweatpants against it. He bit his lower lip, silently daring Felix with each squeeze of his growing cock. Felix dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting his skin. He pressed his face against the grey sweatpants, inhaling deeply, the dude’s scent mixed with sweat filling his nostrils. He slowly rubbed his face along the length of the bulge, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric. “Fuck….” the guy said, his voice hushed but laced with excitement. “Ain’t you a dirty little piece…” Felix looked up, meeting a familiar gaze and kept it there while he put his mouth over the guy’s cock, tracing it up and down, feeling the shape and size through the fabric. “What? This?” Felix ran his lips along the shaft, teasing and tasting. Lifting the jersey slightly ruffled the team logo Felix was too high to place from across the park, but now, looking at the guy’s eyes through the mirror, Felix softly grabbed the man’s towering thighs as he pulsed his lips, teasing himself with the dick still trapped under the sweatpants. The fact that they both knew each other and were underplaying their surprise wildly turned them both on. A low, gruff voice, as deep as a high school memory, said, “Felix. Pull my cock out.” “Yes, Logan.” Felix whispered, obediently. He slipped his fingers over the grey waistband and pulled. Logan used to refer to Felix as a "pretty dope faggot." He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a Logan used to refer to Felix as a pretty dope faggot. He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year.a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year. Now he was a slutty faggot on his knees, teasing his throbbing meat. Logan’s cock was thick in the center and hung eight inches to the right, only halfway to being hard. The second booty bump had Felix focused on one thing, but a few shocked thoughts swirled around the utter disbelief that he was about to suck a dick he’d fantasized about many, many times. Felix rubbed his face against it, then inhaled the scent from his bush. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like a man.” “That’s right. You like how a real man smells, don’t you?” He grabbed Felix by the hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. “Don’t you?” “Uh-huh,” Felix whined, his eyes wide and begging. “That’s right. Keep worshiping that dick.” “Yes, sir, I’ll work for it.” “That’s right. You need to work for that cock.” “Oh, I will.” “Yeah? You deserve this cock?” “I do.” “You deserve that thick cock?” “I do.” Logan loosened his grip on Felix’s hair. “Even after all this time, you still gotta work for it. You know that, right?” “Mhmmm.” Felix started to kiss his cock, deep in worship. Logan had recognized Felix before he even realized he was part of his game. They knew each other, in a way. Same grade, some classes together, friends who might have mixed at some point. But it was alphabetical order—their last names landing them next to each other constantly. The group projects, the good mornings, the commiseration of being ‘just over it’, it had all brewed a friendly, low-key flirty vibe between the guy on the basketball team and the class vice-president on the debate team. Dark excitement burned in Logan’s eyes when he recognized something in Felix’s dark stare. He reached into his pocket and slipped something out. “Would you mind if I hit this right quick?” He flashed a small glass pipe, melted T coating the bottom. The same dark burn lit Felix up with a dark smile. “Nah, just as long as you let me blow a cloud on your cock.” Logan threw his head back and moaned. “Felix, Felix… you’re a bad little boy now, aren’t you?” He took a hit from his pipe and blew the smoke down at Felix. “Oh, Logan… I’m a very bad and very dirty little boy now.” Click. Logan blew his cloud down to Felix, slower this time, covering his face. “But still a little faggot. Wanna be my little faggot?” “I wanna be your little faggot,” Felix’s eyes pleaded with hunger. Logan lit the pipe for Felix. “Good.” He clicked the torch again, signaling for Felix to hit it again. “I told my boys to let me have some one-on-one time with you, since I knew you.” Felix didn’t even wait; he had his mouth back on the pipe before he’d blown out his last hit. “Now, I get to give them my little faggot. My spun little dirty slutty faggot.” Felix positioned his mouth around Logan’s cock, his lips hovering just above it, holding it there. The weight of it drove him crazy. He slowly pulled his head back while letting the cloud coat the thick cock. “Take another hit, faggot.” Logan pushed the pipe into Felix’s eager lips. “Fuck yes…” Felix inhaled as much as he could, eager to please. Logan took a long hit and blew out smoke rings that hit Felix’s face. “I’m ’bout to make you a whore for meth.” Then, with his free hand, he shoved Felix down on his cock. The tip was already hitting the back of his throat. “Yes! Get that thick cock wet….” Logan’s intense eyes gave way to his dark mind. “Get that thick cock nice and wet….” Felix’s spit streamed down his shaft, only to be licked up and then spit out again. “Get that thick white cock nice and wet.” Felix let out a moan as his eyes rolled back. He started sucking faster, stroking it four or six times, and then came to a sudden stop. He kept his tongue out, the cock resting on it, his eyes locked on Logan. His voice was small. “Is that thick white cock wet enough?” Click. Hit. Clouds. “I think you can do better service for this white cock.” He brought the pipe down to Felix. Click. Hit. Hit. Clouds. “Lemme show you how.” Logan said, setting the pipe down on a ledge on the wall, his hands now free to grab Felix and face-fuck him. Felix gagged on Logan’s cock, his throat tight from the hit and the deep penetration. He moaned around the flesh, his eyes wild from the wave of pleasure and the high that washed over him. Logan pulled back slightly, grinning down at Felix, high and sweaty. "You damn sexy taking that thick white cock." Felix nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak. He wanted it more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to please this man. Without any further warning, Logan slammed his cock back down Felix's throat, choking him slightly as he started a slow but relentless pace. His hands found their way to Felix's ass, squeezing and pulling on the cheeks as he drove deeper. Felix could feel his eyes watering, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The burning sensation in his chest only fueled his desire for more. He moaned and gagged around the cock, his body arching up into the assault. Logan felt his balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. He gripped Felix's hair tightly and started thrusting harder, his hips slamming against the smaller body. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Felix's mouth, his grip loosening slightly. He watched as Felix swallowed hard, sucking down the drops of pre-cum. “Been edgin’ with my boys all morning," he murmured, running his fingers through Felix's wet hair. “But I think I’m gonna work up a bigger load for you." Felix leaned into every touch. “Yes, please. Thank you, sir.” “Let’s try, ‘Papi.’” Logan’s voice was playful and menacing. Felix smiled, his voice hazy. “Papi. Gracias, Papi.” Felix’s accent hit Logan like a train. “Sexy… fuckin’ sexy.” Felix felt Logan guiding him to stand. He was dazed, his legs shaking, but when their lips hovered so close together, he forgot everything. “I cannot believe this is happening… and that it’s happening this way.” “The universe, man.” Logan used his other hand to reach into Felix’s shorts, his finger searching for his hole. “We are two lucky fuckers.” One hand held the back of his head, another rubbed against his hole. Felix was frozen, wanting to beg Logan to kiss him, slap him, fuck him. He couldn’t speak. "You're one hell of a cocksucker," Logan whispered, his tone pleased. Breathless, Felix said, “It’s my favorite thing to do, probably next to booty bumps!” “Oh, yeah?” He paused for a second and reached into his pocket. “I think this little Latin cocksucker served this white cock good. I think I got a reward for you.” “Papi… I promise to show you how thankful I am.” “Put two of your fingers in my mouth.” Felix did as he was told and sighed with need when he felt Logan’s tongue on his skin. Logan let saliva build up and drip onto Felix’s fingers. “Wet your—” “Fucking hot.” Felix rubbed his fingers all around his hole. Between his index finger and thumb, Logan held a shard of T. He spit on it, keeping it between them, and nodded for Felix to spit on it. “Against that wall.” Logan forcefully ordered. Felix leaned forward and slowly pulled his shorts down. “Eager little faggot… I fuckin’ love that.” Logan felt his throbbing cock urge him to just shove it in. Rape the faggot, he thought, but gave in to another urge. Felix closed his eyes, waiting for the burn of the shard, but then he felt something else. Logan’s mouth, his tongue pushing against his hole. He cried out in surprise, then moaned random words from how good it felt. Logan went wild at how good Felix’s hole was. He spit on it and pushed his face hungrily into it. “This pussy… oh my god.” “You like my pussy, Papi?” Logan sucked at it and pulled his mouth away. “This pussy…,” he sucked at it again, “right here…” He wildly ate Felix, the moans only making him get sloppier. He spit on it one more time. “This pussy tastes so good. I like it a lot. Don’t get me obsessed with it now.” Felix pouted. “But, why?” He pushed his hole out, then felt a wet hand on his ass, then the burn of the shard Logan pushed into him. He let out a loud moan but then held his breath when he suddenly felt Logan on him, his hand covering his mouth. “You don’t want me to answer that. ‘Cause if I do, I’m so fucking turned on by you, I might go to a really dark place. Twisted things happen to little faggots if I do.” Felix pushed his ass against Logan’s pre-cum-dripping cock Logan slid his hand from Felix’s mouth to his neck. Felix, in a soft voice, said, “Maybe I’m a little faggot who needs twisted things to happen to him.” He pushed back on the rock-hard cock, lining it up to slide between his cheeks. Logan gripped Felix tightly and lined the head of his dick against his hole. “Careful what you ask for, Felix.” He rubbed his pre-cum on Felix and started to push the tip in. Felix held still, his hole relaxed. “Put it in me. Please. Logan, please. I need your big white cock inside of me.” He pushed a little bit more. “Yeah? Is that what you need? A big white cock to put you in your place? Fucking whore. You’re so high and hungry for it.” Felix begged for it. Logan pulled Felix back to look at him. “Just be a good spun little slut who’s ready for my boys, okay? My faggots would do anything for me and my boys.” “I’ll do anything,” Felix said, with daring confidence. Logan was silent as he looked at Felix. Then, he said softly, “Open your mouth.” He spit inside Felix’s open mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Felix did, and as he was about to close it, Logan barked, “Hold it there.” Then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it. Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He started kissing Logan, who started roughly kissing him back, almost giving in and starting to fuck Felix right then. He tightened his hand around Felix’s neck; Felix squirmed. Logan pulled away, fast, and slapped Felix’s face—firm but not too hard. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t kiss me like that. If you push me to get twisted…” Felix looked back, his eyes big, brown, and apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you.” “No, uh, it’s not like that,” Logan didn’t know how to explain. He looked at Felix, like meat and prize, “when i’m really high and I want something so fuckin bad… I gotta control myself… you’ll do anything, right?” Felix was curious to know how reckless and enticing he needed to be to get ‘twisted Logan’, his ultimate reward. “Anything.” Logan went to the door and just before he called his boys in, he looked at Logan and said, “Prove it.” [END OF PART ONE] Next up, Part 2 in Volume II

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

If you want to know the lead-up to the moment in this story, follow the link below. I spent the next week thinking about Scout’s dad fucking his wife’s arse, and at football training, I kind of hoped his dad would visit and give me an opportunity to ask him more about it. Scout was still his distant self, so I told myself the best option was to keep treating him the same as the rest of the team. A few weeks had passed, no Scout’s dad and no fucking except for jerking off in the showers. Life was beginning to feel a little mundane. An old mate of mine from my pro football days hit me up, and we decided to go out and have a bloody good time. We kicked things off with a few lines of Coke to get the night rolling, then chilled on the deck with a smoke, beers in hand, before hitting the town’s bars. As midnight neared, we were hopping from pub to pub, deep into the night and feeling more raucous with each drink. We finally found a spot in the CBD to hang back and gather ourselves. My mate started telling me about his thatched roof back home—his wife had just found out he'd been seeing other girls behind her back. I shared a bit of my own past with my ex. He wasn’t exactly surprised; he used to be part of the footy crew that loved a party and a bit of trouble. He even reckoned he saw me eating her out after we all gangbanged her—that time’s stuck with him. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if he might’ve been the one who leaked those pics. We made our way to Collingwood. I think we grabbed an Uber. By this stage, I was fucked up. I drank and sniffed so much coke that time became a bit of a blur. I recall queuing up with my mate, trying to compose myself. My mate was in the same state. Music is pumping in the club, and I’m wondering where the fuck I was? ‘Oi, I know you lot. Used to play for the Rabbitohs, right?’ someone in the line said. ‘Used to, mate,’ my friend muttered. ‘Just so you know, this is a gay club,’ the random bloke added. ‘Fuck me!’ My mate and I burst into laughter. ‘Where the hell have you taken me?’ I asked him. He just laughed. ‘I dunno, mate. No idea how we even ended up here,’ he replied. We reached the front of the line, and the bouncer stopped us. He knew full well that we were too intoxicated, and after the comment from the random in the line, he refused us entry. I reckon because he was concerned we might cause a scene or start a fight if something were to happen. If someone were to try to make a pass at us. ‘I think it is time we call it.’ My mate said as we stood by the side of the road. He waved a taxi down. It pulled up and hopped in the back seat. ‘I’m gonna walk home, mate. I need to sober up.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ And the taxi left. I wandered the streets, having no idea where I was or where I was going. I needed a drink. Water. Something. I walked into a convenience store and walked up to the counter. ‘Where’s the fridge, mate?’ ‘Huh?’ the bloke behind the counter grunted, scratching his head. ‘Just a bottle of water, Ta. Thought I’d grab one while I’m here.’ ‘You’re in a bloody sex shop. We’re selling dildos, not bottles of water.’ I pulled my head in and looked around. I noticed a wall full of porn movies, cabinets full of dildos and all kinds of other sex toys. I had no idea how to describe or could never have envisioned how they would work. There were a couple of mannequins dressed in jockstraps and leather harnesses, which I initially thought were people and a door near the back with pink, purple, blue, and orange strips hanging in the front, waving about in the air, blowing out from behind them. ‘I need to sit down for a moment. Can I just sit?’ ‘Yeah. Out the back.’ The guys smirked. I brushed past the colourful strips into a dark and dim hallway. There was a faint beat to the low-level music. As I drew further in, the sound was soon drowned out by moaning and humping. The air had a dense, stale smell. Almost like cigarettes and a dirty men’s bathroom, but slightly different. Slightly mixed with the smell of sex. I entered a room lit only by a large screen at the far end and sat down. I must have dozed off. I slowly came to. Woken by a strange feeling on my cock. I opened my eyelids to find a man around my age sucking on my hard cock. ‘Fuck!’ I pushed him off my cock ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ ‘Wow. Sorry mate. I thought you were enjoying it. Seemed like it. You are rock hard.’ He was right. My cock was hard. But shit. I was out of it. I didn’t realise I was even getting a blow job. And from a guy from that matter. ‘Dude. I’m not gay.’ The guy sat next to me. He seemed a little puzzled, then pointed to the screen. ‘You realise you are in a gay cruise club.’ I looked at the screen to find two masculine blokes fucking. One guy with swimsuit tan lines on his arse bent over with another muscular guy fucking him from behind. ‘Jesus! How’d I get here?’ ‘Beats me, mate. But you are here.’ Every inch of my mind was telling me to get up and leave. But for some reason, I keep looking at the screen. Watching… Admiring the good-looking guys fucking. They reminded me of the lads from the football team I coach. I moved my hand to my cock and began to massage it. For a moment, I forgot the guy sitting next to me, then he caught my eye when he pulled out some glass pipe and a lighter. I turned to watch him heat the bulb at the end and smoke from it. He noticed I was watching. ‘Want to try some?’ He said as he exhaled a white cloud from his mouth. ‘What is it?’ ‘Think of it as a pick-me-up.’ ‘What? Like cocaine?’ ‘Even better. It will get you super horny.’ I figured, why the hell not? I had been partying all night, and I was already feeling a little horny from watching what was happening on the screen. I figured it might help me relax and not be so nervous about what I was watching. I grabbed the pipe, followed the guy's lead, heated the bulb at the end, and smoked. ‘Keep breathing in. Don’t stop.’ I didn’t. It was a rush of adrenaline that hit me from head to toe. I slowly exhaled and repeated the action. ‘There you go.’ I felt an instant need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I wasn’t going to fuck a guy. No way. But I didn’t mind watching the gay porn playing on the screen. So, I sat back and jerked for a while. ‘Enjoy your night, mate. I’d suggest exploring the club. You might be surprised.’ He hinted at me and walked off. Interested in what he suggested, I explored deeper into the dark venue. The intense stale smell got stronger the deeper I went. I had not realised how many people were in there. Men… Only men. My mind widened to who I was noticing. First, and most present were young guys, clearly drunk or high, then there were the really old men. Wrinkly, scaly, one had his shirt off, sitting on a bench, fiddling with his tiny dick. But then I noticed clean-looking guys, one in a suit sitting in a booth and a guy on his knees sucking his cock. Guys were at different stages of undress, but what caught my attention were those wearing leather harnesses or just walking around in jockstraps. One particular guy got my attention. He was large and burly, with a big, hairy belly, leaning against the entrance to a booth, wearing boots, jeans, a thick leather belt with a heavy-looking buckle, and a leather harness crisscrossing his large, hairy chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and he lifted a cigar to his lips. As he sucked, the end lit up, giving me a little bit of light to see his long, scruffy beard, then blew out the smoke, which I caught a whiff of as I walked past him. He stayed locked on me the whole time. I could hear the sound of moaning in the distance, the ruffling of what sounded like a large group of men and a hint of a thumping noise. The moaning didn’t sound normal, almost like a drunken, painful noise. Curious, I followed it to a dark room with just a sliver of light peeking through from the gay porn playing on a large screen over the other side of the wall. I walked in. It was crowded. Guys cramped in there, all facing the same direction. I could sense the rhythm of men jerking themselves, and in the middle, a figure getting fucked. I weaved my way in closer; my eyes began to adjust to the dim light. I made my way near the middle and bumped into who the guy was fucking. I was shocked at first. I couldn’t believe what I just walked into. A guy with his face and chest planted into a low, small bench big enough for only one person, while on his knees, spread wide and arse in the air, and a guy fucking him from behind. I was frozen in my state of surprise, but shocked that my instincts weren’t that of disgust. Instead, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. ‘I’m not gay,’ I kept telling myself. Light kept flickering through. I caught glimpses of the men in the room. Some were young, fit, but most, in fact, I reckon nearly all of them were old men. Some seem like respectable older men, like the fella I saw in the hall wearing a suit, but most look weathered and gaunt. Cocks were out, guys were jerking themselves, and they all had one thing on their mind: to watch this guy face-plant in the bench getting railed. ‘Fuck, yeah. I’m cumming.’ The guy fucking moaned out. ‘Yeah. Give him your load.’ Some said in the crowd ‘Dump in him.’ Said another, somewhere in the back. The guy fucking jittered, and his fucking shortened to quick jabs as he unloaded on the guy. He slipped out as he wiped the sweat off his brow. I couldn’t believe what I just watched. I couldn’t believe that I had a rock-hard boner in my pants from it. And just as I thought the show was over, another guy moved in behind the guy. This guy was much older with a long, solid cock, and he just pushed in balls deep and started fucking. The original guy who just unloaded his cum on the guy disappeared into the crowd. All the while, the guy being fucked, moaned and grunted. It was hard to tell whether he liked it or was in agony. This was all too much. I was peaking from what I had smoked earlier and was uncontrollably horny. I unzipped my pants, pulled them halfway down my hairy thighs and grabbed a hold of my cock and jerked away like the rest of the guys in there. The light flickered again, and I could see a glimpse of the guy with his arse in the air getting fucked with his face planted into the bench. I was surprised by how young the guy was; he couldn’t have been more than 19, with sandy blonde hair and a nice physique. Kinder reminded me of Scout. As the light flickered across his face, I noticed that he seemed semiconscious. He was kinder awake, but not. His eyes were kinder open, and from what I could see, they seemed to roll to the back of his head. ‘He took a fuck load of G.’ Some leaned in and murmured into my ear. G, that was the stuff the gang of blokes gave my ex-wife when they gangbanged her. The guy who murmured into my ear moved a little brown bottle up to his nose and took a huge sniff up each nostril. He must have noticed I was watching and offered it to me. ‘What is it?’ I whispered. ‘You’ll thank me after.’ I took the bottle and followed his lead. Instantly, the already pulsing meth in my system that had me horny as fuck, elevated to a whole new level. I felt an instant rush through my body. I was gone. My concerns about my sexuality evaporated, and I was completely hooked on what I was watching. I jerked furiously. The young man with his head planted on the bench was only centimetres away from me. I watched his body being thumped to the rhythm of the old man fucking him in the arse. Every time the light flickered on his face, my cock throbbed just a little harder. The guy next to me passed his brown bottle to me again. I took another two big sniffs up each nostril. The rush hit me again. My brain buzzed. ‘What is this?’ I whispered. ‘Poppers, mate.’ I needed to get some of it for myself. ‘Fuck yeah, boy. You’re about to get my seed.’ The guy fucking yelled out. ‘Yeah! Breed him.’ Someone in the crowd followed. ‘Get him pregnant.’ Another said. Get him pregnant? I laughed to myself. How funny. He is a boy. The guys fucking started to moan and held onto the boy’s hips tight. He was cumming. He must have had a huge load, because he was in that position for a while. He pulled out, and another stepped up and pushed his cock into the boy, who moaned. ‘Fuck. How many guys have fucked him?’ I whispered again. ‘Since I have been here. I have watched 8 guys fuck and breed him.’ ‘8 guys. What?! And he knows who these guys are?’ ‘Nah mate. He is a cumdump. He doesn’t know who is fucking him. He is only here as a hole for strangers to use and breed.’ The thought of this young boy, no more than 19 years old, completely high on G, getting fucked without any protection by strangers, while semiconscious, was too much for me, and I lost control. I jerked really fast, and I felt my orgasm rise. I moaned out loud, followed by a torrent of cum shooting all over the back of the boy’s head, the side of his face and his shoulder blades. My cumming must have set off a chain reaction. I heard another guy in the dark moan, and through the glimpse of light, I saw a large cock hovering just over the boy’s head, being jerked off and ejaculating all over the boy’s face, mixed with my load. I woke up to a hand tapping me on the shoulder. ‘Dude. It is closing time.’ My eyes sprang open. Static on the large monitor. My pants were down to my ankles, my soft, crusty cock flopped over my thigh. The guy from the counter was standing over me. ‘Clearly you had a good time.’ I must have passed out. I had no idea how long I had been slumped in the chair like this. I stumbled to my feet, pulling my pants back up and left. I showered, my mind flickering through what I watched the night before. I kept telling myself that I am no faggot, and it was the drugs that made me think and feel the way I felt. But the young lad taking dick after dick and never seeing who they were kept springing to the front of my mind, and I was raging hard. I jerked off in the shower and sprayed my load across the tiled wall. ‘Fuck’, I thought. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ I had to do something about it. Let me know what you think. And tell me what you think happens next.

Such a hot story. I love the graphic detail. It's so well told. It draws Kevin, every much as it drew Tom in, deeper and deeper. And Ty penetrated his virgin ass, deeper and deeper. I'm far from a virgin, but I'll go for this kind of seduction and fucking plowing. Damn it's so hot.

Part One: Familiar Disasters They both remembered the last time they saw each other. Two years ago. Downtown. The station that always smelled like metal and rain. They’d spotted each other across the tracks. Juan on one side, Daniel on the other. Just long enough for their eyes to lock before the train shot away. They were left with echoes from their past, not all of it good, but most of it made of things they still craved. Two years was enough time to become different people. New jobs, new friends, new apartments. They’d each slept with other men, learned new ways to be cold, new ways to be kind. Time did what time does: it layered distance over memory. And yet, that moment at the station had been like hitting a reset button. Everything they’d buried came back, the heat, resentment, want. It made it easier, later, to tell themselves that the pull between them was just being human and horny, something you could outgrow. Until tonight. Daniel saw him before he was ready to see him. Juan was walking down the street toward him, framed in the yellow spill of the bar signs. He looked older, broader in the shoulders, a bit more tired around the eyes, but somehow even more dangerous for it. Daniel’s body clocked him before his brain did: the remembered heat of his skin, the way he’d move on top of him, the weight of him. The one Puerto Rican he’d ever dated, and the only one who’d ever really taken control from him in bed. Their eyes met over the blur of people between them. Daniel felt his breath hitch. Juan’s lips curved into a slow, surprised grin; Daniel felt his own answering it before he could stop himself. They closed the distance like magnets. “God, it’s been too long,” Juan said, voice low, right against Daniel’s ear as he pulled him into a hug. God, I want to taste him, he thought. Daniel inhaled a memory, sporty cologne and a faint trace of smoke. His body reacted to it as if it knew what to do. “I know, I know,” Daniel sighed, clinging a beat too long. “But here we are.” He forced himself to pull back. He forced himself not to stare too hard into Juan’s eyes. Don’t be an idiot, he thought. Don’t fall right back in. Juan hated small talk, but he could not let Daniel walk away this time. So they talked about work, apartments, aging parents. But it was all scaffolding around what was really happening. Juan noticed that their bodies kept drifting closer. Every topic they talked about was really them saying, “I don’t want this to end at the sidewalk.” We gotta stop making up excuses not to say goodbye, Juan told himself. So he admitted it, and then Daniel did too: they had been cruising for a hookup. Juan finally stopped mid-sentence and looked at Daniel slowly, in a way that was no longer subtle. His attraction to Daniel’s body, and the sense of ownership he still felt over it, brought on a smile. “Come with me,” he said, like it wasn’t a question. Daniel reached for Juan’s hand and threaded their fingers together, confident and familiar, and Daniel let himself be led. They slipped off the main drag, past the noise of the bars, into a narrow alley that smelled like bleach and a bad weekend. Daniel’s chest tightened with recognition. He knew this route. So did Juan. This was the back way—no signs—to the basement bar everyone just called The Ditch. If you knew, you knew. From the street it looked like nothing, just a half-hidden door at the bottom of a short flight of concrete steps. But Daniel remembered the first time Juan had brought him here, the way the air inside changed so fast; it was heavy, dark, thick, sweaty, humid. Down there, anything went. As they reached the top of the stairs, Juan’s thumb stroked the inside of Daniel’s wrist, slow and deliberate. “Nervous?” he asked, glancing back with that same crooked smile Daniel had never really gotten over. Daniel swallowed, feeling like he was fifteen again. “With you?” he shrugged. “Always.” They slipped inside, where the music was loud, the crowd dense, and the smell of weed mixed with sweat and poppers filled the air. They pushed their way through to the bar, had two shots of tequila each, and wandered deeper into The Ditch. Juan spotted a couple of guys he knew huddled in a far-off corner; they were passing a small glass pipe around. He looked at Daniel, whose eyes flashed with excitement, a look that made Juan think of doing nasty things. They took hit after hit from the pipe, each inhalation ending much too soon. Juan grinned widely at Daniel and pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands roaming up and down Daniel's body, faster and harder. He firmly pushed Daniel against the wall, and Daniel felt just how much Juan hadn't changed. He was still the dominant one, always in control. It excited him but also scared him a little. "We should go somewhere more private," Juan whispered in his ear, nibbling on it playfully. Daniel moaned, unable to do anything but nod his head in agreement. Juan slipped some cash to the guy with the pipe and then pocketed a small baggie of crystal meth. Juan led them to the second floor, where different sections had different activities going on. They found an empty room with a few mattresses on the floor. Juan locked the door behind them, pulling Daniel into another passionate kiss. He shivered and Juan smiled at that. Instead of saying what they both wanted to, they kept kissing. Daniel pulled at Juan's shirt, ripping it off, and his hands tugged the belt open on Juan's jeans. Daniel was so hungry to taste Juan's cock again. The memory of it was relentless. "You can't resist it, can you?" Juan smirked, looking down at Daniel, now on his knees. Daniel hungrily took him into his mouth. Juan was still just as thick as he remembered, and his scent made Daniel forget anything but serving the man in front of him. He slid his tongue along the shaft, letting spit drip whenever he could, coating it. Juan had taught Daniel how to do this. Looking down at Daniel on his cock made Juan feel powerful. The thought of another person worshiping him, wanting him, helped all the dark things he would and wanted to do to Daniel come back to him. Daniel was tossed onto the mattress, and then his pants were quickly pulled off. The meth made his thought process slower. Juan crawled on top of Daniel, his dark eyes smoldering with lust as he gazed down at him. Daniel was scared but aroused by the intensity of Juan's desire. "Remember how I used to take care of you?" Juan whispered, running his thick fingers through Daniel's messy hair, tangling the strands between his fingers. "Yeah," Daniel breathed out softly, his voice trembling with anticipation, "But that was a long time ago." "Well," Juan chuckled darkly, "Some things never change." He positioned himself and pushed his uncut cock into Daniel's eager hole. He grunted from how warm it was, how good it felt. The stretching seemed to go on and on, Daniel's body accommodating Juan's impressive girth inch by slow inch. Daniel yelped out in a mix of pleasure and pain, but was determined not to tell Juan to stop. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Juan's muscular lower back, urging him deeper inside. Once Juan was fully in, he paused, savoring the tight, pulsing warmth, taking hits from his pipe before pressing the glass tube to Daniel’s lips, making sure he took a hit as well. The crystal bolted through their bodies and they felt dizzy. Juan's style was unmistakable: forceful, rough, and utterly demanding. It was as if he was staking his claim on Daniel's body, taking complete ownership for his own pleasure. With every thrust, Juan asserted his dominance, leaving no doubt in Daniel's mind about who was in control. Daniel remembered begging for Juan to slow down in the past. He would feel pain, but mostly it was unfamiliar pleasure—he knew that now. Juan would never listen to him; he took what was his. The familiarity of it all didn't diminish his desire or willingness to submit entirely to Juan's desires; instead, it fueled Daniel's darkest cravings, bringing them to the surface with aching intensity. Juan went to that animal place he could go to when he fucked. It was as if there was nothing but what he wanted, and nothing mattered anyway. He loved the rhythm their skin slapping together was making. He stared down at Juan, who whined with pleasure. Daniel was so small compared to him. I could destroy him, Juan thought. He watched his hands gripping Daniel's hips, fingers digging in as he slammed into him, harder and faster with each passing moment. Juan felt Daniel's muscles squeezing around his cock as it slid in and out. This was new; Daniel had never done this before. "You're squeezing my cock? Don't want me to pull it out, huh?" Juan taunted. Daniel shook his head, "No, I don't want you to pull it out." Juan slowed down to long strokes, pulling his dick up to the tip and slamming it back in. "Ah! Oh yes. Get deep!" Daniel yelled. "Look at you," Juan brought his face down to Daniel's, "You've turned into a little slut…" Daniel got nervous; had he gone too far with wanting it? He stammered, "I– … I –...Juan…" Juan cut him off, mocking him, "Don't explain yourself. You've turned into a slut for anyone's cock." Slowly, he put his hand on the back of Daniel's neck, using his thumb to push his jaw down to open his mouth. Then he spit in it. Daniel swallowed it hungrily. "I just need to remind you how this fucking runs. I need to remind you that the only dick you're hungry for is mine." Juan gritted his teeth and started railing Daniel. Crying out, he managed, "Yes, show me. Please, I only want you." "How could you live without this?" Juan grunted, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. He knew how good he felt inside Daniel, and he would take advantage of that knowledge to push them both higher. "I can't… I don't…." Daniel whimpered, his voice a hoarse, rasping moan, "You feel amazing." Daniel's fingers clawed at Juan's slick, muscular back, desperate for a hold on the man who was giving him such intense pleasure, which in turn caused his erection to become even more engorged. With a rumbling growl, Juan began to thrust in earnest, savagely pounding into Daniel - each stroke deliberate, sharp, and powerful. He reached around and grabbed Daniel's thigh, yanking it higher to open him up, to take him completely. Daniel gasped as Juan's thick cock struck that deep, secret place inside him, sending electrifying pleasure coursing through his body. Their moans and breaths were desperate, the sounds of their wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, creating an erotic beat that pulsed through the air. Daniel's gagging moans fueled Juan's relentless rhythm, and sweat poured down their straining bodies as their movements grew more feverish. Juan's thrusts grew more urgent, erratic, and forceful as he neared his climax, the meth fogging his mind and prolonging the exquisite agony of his heightened pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, the urge to spill his seed now an overwhelming, pulsing force that threatened to consume him entirely. Daniel could feel Juan swelling inside him, his cock throbbing with the need for release. "Cum on my face," Daniel gasped, "Please…" With a guttural roar, Juan pulled out and grabbed Daniel's hair, forcing his face upward as hot jets of his seed erupted and splashed across Daniel's flushed cheeks. Some of the cum dripped along his skin and into his mouth, only intensifying Daniel's own climax as his erection pulsed and shuddered through its release. They collapsed onto the mattress, trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their explosive encounter. Their bodies were spent, their minds reeling, and their souls bearing the indelible marks of their all-consuming passion. Despite the intense pleasure they'd just experienced, a hollowness now lingered in the air, an echo of regret that whispered in the shadows. They knew their actions had consequences and that this momentary escape would come at a cost. As they dressed and walked out of the room, they avoided each other's gaze, hoping that even the darkest corners of their minds would stop trying to find ways for them to see each other again. But deep down, they both knew that they were already too far gone, too damaged, and too aware of what else was out there, waiting for them in the shadows. Juan walked with Daniel until they were out of the alley. Juan turned to Daniel, "I'm always gonna want you," he began, "just admit that you're always gonna want me." He finished before disappearing into the night. Daniel stood there for a moment, staring after him. He lit another cigarette, exhaling a long stream of smoke as he walked towards his car. "This was so stupid," he said as he put his head on the door of his car. The party, the drugs, and the sex had filled the time and helped it pass by. But doing it together helped make sense of the cycle they couldn’t escape. They were already too damaged and too aware of what else was out there. Was it so bad? [END OF PART ONE]

I hadn’t been seeded by Jason for a long time, so seeing him again felt exhilarating, like meeting an old habit. I went down to the basement looking for something and found him sitting at a small table, alone, focused on a throbbing thick cock. He looked up, surprised. “Man,” he said, “you scared me.” I looked at the throbbing cock. The veiny everywhere, like wrist thick. “You still think you can take it?” he asked. He smiled. “Only if you’re brave enough.” That was how it started then nonstop fucking. We played that night. Then again later. Then again after that. Every time we met, he would ejaculate volumes inside me endlessly. Jason was confident—almost too confident, giving me anal orgasms . He leaned back, watched carefully, and waited for the cum to drip out into his hand over my moaning cry. When he saw one, he moved fast. He was good at finding my weak spots, my small opening, and he took it right away. He fucked with energy, like he enjoyed stretching me, going balls deep and cum inside me. But I learned him too. I learned how he accept the semen he was giving me. I learned when he got volume increasing semen supplements and sildenafil. Those times I let him use me for hours and hours, then surprised him with poppers. Our times were intense. He ruined my hole again and again. So many creampies. Games where no one could win. We would sit there, staring at the board, then laugh when we realized it was over with no winnerJason would shake his head and say, “Again.” The goal was for him to flood my guts with semen. They were about climaxing. About intense orgasms. We pushed each other to endure more pleasure because we were best fuck buddies, and neither of us wanted to use condoms. Down in that basement, over the chessboard, we weren’t just old roommates, he would dominate me And neither of us wanted to stop barebacking. the exception being the guy has explosive orgasms with a hard cock buried inside you and you can feel blast after blast of hot sperm when he cums best from guys with exceptionally thick mushroom cock heads having wide piss slits..

Oh guys, I read your comments in a row and this is crazy. Of course things don’t always work but these excuses are so ridiculous. I hate picky guys. And I always think that they can’t have a good sex life. I am not picky at all and my sex life is very vivid. Skinny, chubby or in the middle of hallway, young or old - these all don’t matter. Only the chemistry and grooming matter. When I was younger I thought this mattered and I also could face denial like you mentioned. Once a guy told me that I was too old for him (more precisely he said “sorry but you are too old”) - I was 24 then (and I always looked younger just like now). 🤣🤣🤣🤣 The funniest was a guy with whom I set an appointment to a bus stop. He stepped to me, asked my nickname and when he realised that I was the guy with whom he chatted he just turned around and went away without a word but his face was very talkative. 🤣🤣🤣

The Cellar! Good times.

Here's my take on the "responsibility" issue: For a short while, I see myself as the "caretaker" of the bottom. It's up to me not only to pleasure myself, it's up to me to try to make the "connection" as hot for the bottom as I can. Thus, I don't do questionable things to the bottom, I see him as a guy I need at that moment, and behave accordingly. Obviously, this viewpoint pertains to the fuckjoints. If I'm hosting a bottom, then my role is expanded to doing what I can to make the scene as good for him as I can. I dislike being being domineering, (unless it's a Bd/Sm scene, which would necessitate a prior "negotiation" in the first place). The way I see it, the better it is for the other guy, the better it will be for me too. Pretty simple ....

Every word of this. My fetish.

I think I have given loads to over 1,000. Taken 200.

Part 5 I had been incredibly happy with Ryan from the moment I met him, but now that we had both been pozzed and had opened up our relationship, we were even happier. We were enjoying threesomes, foursomes with other couples and playing separately as well as together whenever we got a chance. We had both also become more versatile, whereas before I had been more of a top and Ryan more of a bottom. We had no idea which of us had pozzed the other and somehow this just turned us on even more. Ryan had always been a horny little fucker, and that had always been one of the things I loved about him - but since he became HIV positive, he seemed to be reaching new levels of horniness. He loved it when I came home with a load up my arse and always wanted to hear all the details of who had fucked me, usually ending in him pushing up my arse and dumping a load to add to the one I already had up there. He also loved sucking my cock after I had topped someone and always wanted to hear the details of whose arse my cock had been up as he sucked me, and then he would back onto my cock and tell me to fuck him the way I had fucked the other guy. I was also regularly taking it up the arse blindfold on our bed. Ryan had seen how much it turned me on and had made it even hornier by organising guys to come and fuck me while he was at work. The first time I was a bit nervous as I knelt up on the bed, blindfold in place and the front door left ajar. I heard what sounded like three or four guys coming up the stairs and then the sounds that had come to turn me on so much - the sound of belt buckles being undone and trousers and pants being pulled down. A short time later I had a cock in my mouth and I was sucking on it and at the same time I could feel someone pulling my arse cheeks apart and fingering my already lubed hole. I had a different cock in my mouth now and I heard one of the guys behind me saying “Do you want to go first?” Almost immediately I felt the head of a cock pushing against my arsehole. He went up me slowly and then began to fuck me. It felt so good, taking cock up my arse with no idea who was fucking me. The first guy fucked me for a while longer and then he pulled out, saying he was getting close and didn’t want to cum yet. “Your turn,” he said, pulling my cheeks apart and then I felt another cock pushing against my arse. I guessed this second guy was younger and probably less experienced as he fumbled a bit before his cock slid up my arse. He began to fuck me, hesitantly at first and then he seemed to get into his stride and began to fuck me harder. One of the other guys slapped him on the arse and said “I bet your girlfriend doesn’t let you up there!” “No,” panted the younger lad, “She doesn’t!” He kept fucking me and a short time later he groaned and said “Oh fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” and he slumped over me as I took my first load of the afternoon. Another cock went up me as soon as he pulled out and once again I had a cock in my mouth and one up my arse. They took turns on my mouth and my arse for a while longer and soon I had four loads up me. I heard one of the guys pissing noisily in the toilet as another cock was pushed into my arse. A few seconds later I felt someone bending over next to me and I realised that one of the other guys was about to get fucked. The other guy returned from the toilet and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was fairly sure this was the young guy and I could taste the piss on his cock as I sucked him. It wasn’t long before he gave me another load of cum, this time in my mouth. The two guys fucking next to me were fucking hard now and a few minutes later the guy next to me was getting pumped full of cum. It was all very horny, and what made it even hotter was the feeling that there was definitely something familiar about one of the guys who had fucked me. I was sure it was someone I knew, but I couldn’t work out who it was. I was also having sex with Aaron at work now and then. Sometimes he would fuck me but more often he seemed to want me to fuck him, especially if I had rimmed his arse, which he absolutely loved. One day we were all in the office for a company-wide meeting and in the afternoon each team had to do a presentation to the rest of the organisation. We don’t all normally work from the office at the same time so the place was pretty busy. Just after lunch I was in the toilet taking a piss at the urinals when Aaron came in and stood next to me. He told me he was really horny and asked if I could give his arse a quick lick. A few seconds later we were in a cubicle and Aaron had pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole as he gave a contented little moan. I was very horny now, so I licked him for a bit longer and then I stood up and pushed the head of my cock against his arsehole. ”No,” he said “We can’t, not here!” ”We can,” I whispered, “We just need to be quiet.” He didn’t resist, and bent forward as the head of my cock pushed int his arse. I knew we would have to be quick, so I pushed right up him, gave him a moment to get used to my cock, and then fucked him hard and fast, shooting what felt like a massive load of cum right up his arse after just ten or twelve thrusts. When we had pulled our pants up and left the toilet it was already time for the first team presentation, which as it happened was Aaron’s team. I watched him presenting with his team, and at one point he turned round to point out something in the presentation and I couldn’t resist looking at the fit arse in his smart grey trousers. I wondered what his colleagues (and his girlfriend) would think if they knew he had just been fucked bareback and bred in the toilet. Our new neighbours, Alex and Jake, were settling in well and both seemed like decent, friendly guys. Alex was the more outgoing of the two and Jake was quieter and more thoughtful. Alex had joined the same gym as Ryan used and Ryan had seen him working out there a few times. One night he drove Alex home and when he came in, Ryan told me he had been in the showers at the same time as Alex and told me Alex had quite a thick cock and a really fit arse. I already knew Alex had a fit arse as I had seen him bending over to pick up a parcel from the doorstep one Saturday morning. His hair was tousled and he had obviously just got up and pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms. When he bent down to pick up the parcel, they slipped down a bit. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a great view of his naked arse. It turned out that Jake worked in the same field as I did - ICT - and was studying for a professional qualification. One Friday night we had them round for drinks and Jake asked me rather shyly if I would mind looking over his current project. I told him I would be happy to and we arranged that he would come over the following afternoon when Alex was at the gym and Ryan was at work. Jake’s work was very good and we discussed some ideas as to how he could take the project forward and then we sat in the garden and had a few beers. Jake was good company and soon we were talking about our relationships. I asked him if he had really never been with any other guy apart from Alex and he shook his head. I asked him if he never wanted to experience sex with someone else and he said he was very happy with Alex. ”We have a great time together,” he said and after a pause he added “There’s just one thing,” he began and then stopped. “Yes?” I asked “Well,” he said, lowering his voice confidentially “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but Alex is a total bottom.” I raised my eyebrows and Jake added quickly “It’s totally fine - I wouldn’t have him any other way, but it means that…” His voice tailed off and then he said “It means that I’ve never been, well, penetrated.” “Oh,” I said “Would you like to be penetrated?” Jake seemed to consider for a moment before saying “I guess so, but I would never cheat on Alex.” “Fair enough,” I said ”But it would be nice to see another guy’s cock once in a while.” said Jake with a sigh. ”Well,” I said “It’s not really cheating if you don’t touch.” Jake looked thoughtful and was about to say something when his mobile rang. It was Alex to tell him he was back from the gym. ”I’d better go,” said Jake, getting up from his chair. I was horny now. I had noticed what looked like a fairly sizeable erection at the front of Jake’s trousers when he got up - and I decided to go on one of the Apps. I now had a couple of different profiles and was making full use of them. I was having sex with all sorts of guys - younger, older, hairy, smooth, big cocks, average cocks - and only using condoms if the other guy insisted. That happened surprisingly rarely, considering most of this happened before Prep became readily available. Sometimes I would be naked in bed with a guy, kissing, sucking and rimming before enjoying a good long, hard fuck - and other times it would just be a quick one, with a guy sucking my cock and then pulling his pants down and bending over to take a quick load, often before his boyfriend (or, surprisingly often, his girlfriend) got home. Quite often it was me taking a quick load from a total stranger and then going home to show Ryan what I had up my arse. Ryan and I had both discovered how much it turned guys on when they thought we had never cheated on each other and thought they were the first to persuade us to be unfaithful. It turned them in even more if they thought we had never barebacked with anyone outside of our relationship. For the past three months I had been seconded to a special project group at work and it was a joint project with another company. Once a week I had to travel about sixty miles to another site with one of the guys from the other company and we took it in turns to drive each other. Joseph lived with his girlfriend and two children but he told me fairly early on that he was bisexual. He had also made it fairly clear that he would like to get into my pants but I had told him I would never cheat on Ryan. Joseph was one of the best looking guys I had ever worked with and I liked him a lot. I could also see from the bulge in his smart work trousers that he appeared to have quite a big cock and I had every intention of taking it up my arse, but for now I let him think that I had never cheated on Ryan and I also told him I had never gone bareback with anyone other than Ryan and I could see that this turned Joseph on even more. The project we were working on was very successful and came in on budget and ahead of time and all of us on the project team were paid a substantial bonus. Ryan and I decided to spend it on something we had always fancied- a hot tub for the garden. We had found a perfect spot for it to go - where it could not be seen by any of the neighbouring properties and was only overlooked by our own bedroom. On the Friday evening, the project team were all going out for drinks after work and I had told Joseph that Ryan was working and suggested he might want to come back with me. Joseph was well up for it and after we had all had a good few drinks, Joseph and I were in an Uber heading back to my house. Joseph was all over me as soon as we were in the door, kissing me and feeling up my arse. I was really horny too and I soon had his trousers and pants down and his cock in my mouth. It was even bigger and thicker than I thought it might be and I enjoyed every minute of sucking it. We were still in the hall and I stopped sucking him and led him upstairs. ”Have you got a spare room?” Joseph asked and I shook my head. I told him that if I was going to cheat, I wanted to do it properly and let him fuck me in the bed I shared with Ryan. I could see that this turned him on even more and a short time later we were both naked and sucking each other on the bed. I moved underneath him so that he could push his hairy arse into my face as he sucked my cock. After I had licked his hole for a bit longer, he got up and said he needed to fuck me. He reached into his pocket and produced a condom - he had obviously taken me seriously when I said I would never bareback wit anyone other than Ryan - and I lubed myself up as I watched him roll on the condom and then I knelt up on the bed. Joseph moved behind me and I felt the head of his condom clad cock pushing against my arsehole. ”Wait!” I said, as the head of his cock pushed into my arse. He pulled his cock out of my arse. “I want you to fuck me bareback!” ”Are you sure?” he said “Yes!” I said as I reached round and pulled the condom off his cock. ’Oh fuck!” he said He was back up my arse in seconds and his big cock really filled me up as he began to fuck me. It was one of the best fucks I had ever had as Joseph began to fuck me harder. After a while , he pulled out and I moved on to my back and raised my legs. He went back up me and began to fuck me really hard. ”I can’t believe you’re letting me do this!” he moaned, “Are you going to let me cum in you?” I nodded and he moaned again “Oh fuck, I’m getting close!” I reached round and pulled his arse tight against me and a few seconds later he began to pump what felt like a massive load of cum right up me and then collapsed on top of me. We lay there for a while, both of us out of breath and then we pulled apart. I knew that Joseph had enjoyed the fuck every bit as much as I had and, as he left, he told me it was the best fuck he had ever had. Ryan was tired when he got home after his long shift and, after I had made him something to eat, he asked if I would mind if he just went to bed and didn’t bother showering. I said no problem - I was tired too and probably still a bit drunk too. A little later we had climbed into bed together and Ryan was lying in my arms. My cock was still hard from my encounter with Joseph earlier and Ryan put his hand on it and began to wank me - clearly he was horny too. After he had wanked me for a while he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. ”I need you to fuck me, babe, he whispered, “But I’m really sweaty,” I told him I didn’t care and my finger found his arsehole as we kissed again. His hole felt as if it was already lubed. ”I’ve got a load up me, babe” he whispered “I was a bit naughty at work” ”You don’t mind, do you?” he added ”Of course not” I said “I’ve got one up me too!” Ryan laughed and pulled me on top of him. I fucked him on his back, his legs over my shoulders and shot a big load of cum up his arse. As I finished cumming in Ryan, I could feel Joseph’s cum starting to slide out my arse and down the back of my balls and I just let it happen. Ryan’s hole was leaking cum too, but neither of us cared about the mess as we curled up together and drifted off to sleep. The next morning Ryan was working again and soon he was in the shower. Unlike me, Ryan has the ability to go from fast asleep to wide awake immediately - it’s like someone flicked a switch. When he had gone I got up, after a coffee and a shower, I began to tidy up. The bed was a mess, with cum all over the sheet and as I stripped the bed I thought I must remember to ask Ryan who had fucked him at work. I tidied up the room- Ryan has a lot of excellent qualities, but tidiness isn’t one of them- his side of the room is always a riot, with shirts, T-shirts, socks and dirty pants everywhere. I tidied up and tossed everything in the washing machine and then had some lunch. In the afternoon, Jake came round and we did some work on his project and then, as before, we sat in the garden and had a few beers. It was a very hot day and we were both wearing just shorts and a T-shirt. As we started our second beer, Jake asked me if I really thought it wasn’t cheating if you just looked at another guy’s cock and didn’t touch. I nodded and he looked thoughtful. He said he’d been thinking about it a lot and thinking about what it would be like to have sex with another guy. He said maybe he could just wank off with another guy and that wouldn’t be cheating. “Would you like to do that? I asked Jake wasn’t looking at me as he nodded and said softly “I’d like to do it with you.” A few minutes later we had both removed our trousers and pants and Jake was sitting with his legs spread, playing with a really big cock. I thought to myself it’s no wonder Alex always looks so happy if he’s getting that up his arse regularly! ”Just a wank?” said Jake I nodded, “Just a wank.” Jake began to wank himself as he watched me playing with my cock. ”You can tell me what you’d like to do if you ever did have sex with another guy,” I said. Jake grinned shyly and said “Well, I’d suck his cock first,” I nodded as Jake said “And then I’d lick his balls, his big hairy balls!” He was really getting into it now, and his voice became much more confident as he said “And I’d want to see his arse! I’d love to see another guy’s arsehole!” I stood up, turned around and bent over. ”Oh fuck!” moaned Jake, as I pulled my cheeks apart and exposed my arsehole. He was wanking hard now and I said “Would you let him see yours?” Jake stood up and bent over. His arse was really fit and, as I hoped he would, he pulled his cheeks apart. His hole was quite hairy, though his arse was otherwise quite smooth. ”Would you let him fuck you? I asked ”I don’t know” moaned Jake “No” he moaned and then almost shouted “Yes, yes I would! I’d let him fuck me!” ”Bareback or would you make him wear a condom?” A condom,” moaned Jake, wanking even harder, “I’d make him wear a condom!” ”Are you sure?” ”Yes!” Jake was almost sobbing as he said “No! No, I wouldn’t make him wear a condom! I’d take him bareback! No protection!” Jake turned towards me, wanking his cock “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he moaned as he began to shoot a massive load of cum all over my chest, and down onto my cock as I shot my own load all over myself. Neither of us knew quite what to say as we pulled our pants and shorts back after we had both cleaned ourselves up with my T-shirt. “That was awesome,” said Jake. After he had gone I had a quick shower and when I finished I had a hard on that just would not go down. I laid back on the bed and began to wank - thinking of Jake, and especially of his hairy arsehole - the hole that had never been penetrated - had never been properly fucked and bred. I was hoping I would be the one to change that.

A father and a son different times in the gym shower. Both tasted great.

He walked away and went to his bedroom and actually closed his door. I was there on all fours with my cock hard and leaking and my ass in the air. I felt a little dejected like he didn't want me anymore. I just stayed there for a few minutes and then finally got up. There was precum on the couch and I licked it up. I then walked over to my bedroom. I looked at my ass in the mirror. My ass was red with his handprints. I touched it and it was sensitive and sore. It kind of looked hot having his ass print all red on my ass. Like he was marking me. I kept touching my ass. I then went and lay down on my bed. I was still horny and my cock was kind of hard. I started to jack off. My cock got harder and I tried to cum I was so horny. The stroking after a while wasn't getting me anywhere so I stuck my finger in my ass. That did it. It felt so good. Then I stuck a second finger in me and started to play with my hole. I would pull out my fingers and lick them. I did love how we tasted together. My pussy juice and his jism.... wait what did my brain say? I mean ass. I kept banging myself with my finger when I erupted and shot another load. It was small but intense again. I licked it up and now was satisfied. I finally fell asleep.

He kept working and rutting deep into me even after he came. As he slowed down we just kissed and held each other. I felt so good, so complete. He suddenly pulled out and he saw the look on my face. "You look unhappy. You like Daddy's cock in you, don't you?" Rick asked as he still held my legs up. "Yes, I love the feeling of you in me" I said I felt the cool air on my hole. "Yeah tell me what you like" Rick said "I feel complete and whole when you are in me. I don't know its a strange feeling. You have only fucked me a few times and I feel as I am getting used to you being in me. I felt empty when you pulled out" I said reflecting out aloud. "Yeah your pussy needs cock in it. I think it likes POZ cock" he said I looked away. "Its okay baby" he said leaning in and kissing me. My mouth opened and my tongue invaded his mouth wanting the connection, to have something of him in me. He broke the kiss, again I felt wanting. He moved off the couch and put his cock at my mouth. I eagerly sucked him clean. He moaned and played with my hair. "Ohhh baby you are such a good cock sucker. You love Daddy's cock" he said I nodded as I sucked and licked him clean. As I turned my body to get more his cock in my mouth I felt cum push out of my hole. I moaned. He saw it. "Damn your pussy is leaking all my POZ cum baby" he said scooping it up. "Here taste us" he placed his laced fingers of his hot cream and my ass juice. I sucked voraciously. "Yeah taste good don't it. You luv the taste of your own pussy don't you" he said I nodded even though I didn't think of my ass as a pussy. I felt cum still leaking out of my hole. He pulled out his cock and told me to clean up the couch. I turned around and started to lick up the cum that leaked out of my ass. As I did that Rick knelt down and started to eat my ass. "OHHHHHHH" I moaned as I pushed back my ass into his mouth. He ate me, licking my hole, nibbling on my hole entrance, then I felt his finger deep in my ass fingering my prostate then curving his finger in me like he was trying to pull out his cum. I just moaned uncontrollably. I never felt anything so good, I thought. "You like when Daddy's eats your pussy don't you. Tell me what you like" Rick said "Yes Daddy I like when you eat my ass" I said moaning He stopped and pulled away from my ass. I tried to push back but he held me at bay. "No, tell me again. You know I am talking about. Tell what you like and why" he said "Yes Daddy, I like when you eat my pussy. It drives me crazy the way you eat me out and finger my pussy" I said moaning trying to push back on him. I was so aroused. "Yeah that's right its a pussy. You love Daddy eating your pussy right. Beg bitch." he said "Yes Daddy eat my pussy please. " I begged He slapped my ass hard I yelped then he dived back in and ate me. I was in bliss and moaning. The way he ate me and fingered me. I lost control and felt something deep in me as he was working my pussy with his fingers. I started to spasm, from deep in my groin and my hole. "UGHHHHHHHH" I moaned He sped up his eating and fingering of me, I began to shake. He kept working it. I kept spasming. As I looked down under my legs I could see my cock spasming and cumming. As I had cum a lot it wasn't a lot but it was shooting then leaking from my cock. He slowed down but kept fingering me. I couldn't believe I just came and even though I had already cum, cum was still slow leaking from my cock and there was still pleasure. Finally Rick stopped. I just crouched my chest falling on the couch my ass open and high in the air. I was spent. I saw my cock deflate yet it oozed. Daddy slapped my ass again. I winced as it stung. "Ohhh boy your pussy is amazing. I cant wait to help you explore more and find your way as a real pussyboy" he said slapping my ass again and then again. My ass started to feel hot and the sting turned to a warm burn. He slapped a few more times. "Dan your ass is so beautiful. Its nice and red" he said. I heard a click of a phone camera. "What are you doing" I asked but too spent to turn back and look at him "Don't worry baby this is only for us for now" he said. "Ohh shit, who knew" he said slapping my ass again "Look at your clit boy" he said What my clit? What is he talking about? "Look at your clit boy" he said slapping my ass again. As I looked under at my cock it was hard again and leaking. What the fuck I thought. He kept slapping my ass and as he did he caressed my ass. Then he slapped my ball which hurt like shit."Ahhhhhhhhhhh fuck that hurt" I yelled He want back to slapping my ass then he would pull at my balls. As he pulled on my balls he slowly would graze my hole. I had just cum a few times in the last few hours, I was fully spent only minutes ago and now my cock was hard and leaking. "Yeah someone like's Daddy to spank them and they like a little pain" he said spanking and hitting my balls again. He then just caressed my ass and balls and fingred me again. I was getting so aroused again. Then he totally stopped and stood up. "Oh Dan you are so lovely we had such a hot time tonight but I am getting tired and need to get to sleep." he said as he leaned down and kissed me. Nice dreams.

I have been a bareback slut for over 10 now willing to take loads in my ass or mouth whenever a top needs to relieve himself. I have retired from work a few years ago which has allowed me to devote lots more time to being used as a slab of fuckmeat to be penetrated. I used to work in a hospital in an administrative capacity. I would keep Grindr open on my phone most days so I could arrange fuckdates at my house after work - I lived quite close. My profile was direct 'Bottom taking raw loads in ass or mouth'. One Tuesday afternoon my phone beeped and there was a message from a blank profile asking if I was in the 'hospital'. I replied that i was. I guessed that this was a message from a visitor seeing a patient. He told me to meet him on the 5th floor men's toilet on B wing. That was quite a walk but I told my colleague I had a meeting and would be back shortly. The toilet was in a sparsely populated section. I approached the toilet and saw the 'Cleaning in progress' sign outside it. I hesitated before entering. If the cleaners were present then I didn't want to get caught. I decided to enter and pretend not to have seen the sign if required. Inside was a cleaner - a tall muscular black guy in overalls, about 30 years old with a mop. he looked at me and said 'you got my message'. He went to the door, took out a key and locked it. I went to my knees as he stepped out of his overalls and plunged his thick, uncut cock into my mouth and started pounding my face. I wanted to get fucked but without lube it would have been painful so I resigned myself to sucking his balls and cock. Before long he grabbed my head, pounded his tool to the back of my throat and released torrents of sperm down my throat which I gobbled down and swallowed. After he had cum he asked me if I was visiting a patient. I told him that I worked there. He was from Suriname, lived in the Netherlands and asked if I would be available again. I gave him my number and told him to WhatsApp me when he needed relief again. I told him I would bring lube the next time in case he needed to breed my cunt. I looked in the mirror before leavoing, wiped some sperm from my ear and went back to my desk. i had been gone only 20 minutes. For the next 3 months I was bred daily. Sometimes in my mouth. More often in my ass. My phone would beep - usually in the afternoon. The text would read '8th floor men's room' or '6th floor cleaning closet' and I'd have to make my excuses and service him. On one occasion he bred my cunt shortly before a meeting and during the meeting I could feel the sperm leaking from my ass through my underwear and trousers. That made it awkward to move about with spermstains on my clothes. I never found out his real name. I had him my phone as 'Cleaner'. I never told him my name. If we'd pass in the corridor it usually meant that within 5 minutes I'd be summoned. On one occasion I was called 3 times in a day, the 3rd time no lube was needed. Then I think he moved jobs.. He had blocked my number and I never saw him again. It was the highlight of my last years in the job - being the fucktoy of the cleaner. A fuckslut that needed to be available on call whenever he needed.

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01/18/2026 Went to Chicago Steamworks and found a cute bottom on the fuck bench next to the sling room. I apparently was the first guy in him and was afraid he wouldn't be able to take my pierced cock, but manage to force it in him. Drew a group and swapped out with other tops as we used this boys hole. I'd return during my visit to eat his delicious hole and fuck him some more. I ended up in the sling room where a guy fisted my hole and fucked my loose hole till I had to cum. Left Steamworks to get some pizza, and then ended up at Cell Block while I waited for a friend to get to boystown. A cute guy sits down next to me in the back dark room as we watch his husband get molested by 2 other guys. The guy and I chit chat and eventually he asks to make out with me and remakes at how cute I am. We kiss and we rub our cocks together as our tongues swap between our mouths. He tells me he really wants to put a load in me which was all I needed to hear. We move to the nook as I place my hands against the wall presenting my hole for him. His cock rubs on my hole and begins to push inside me as i lean forward to take it all in me. I look back to see a few guys drinking and watching the show. I wasnt sure if I was bred as my tops cock began going limp and slides out of me, but as we relax and are chatting with each other I feel a drizzle of his load go down the back of my leg. His load was huge and my hole wasn't able to keep it all inside. I had to leave and meet my friend at North End, but I was very satisfied with my sunday fun.

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

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@BergenGuy Who knows what might be happening behind closed doors. Definitely not me. Nope. Sorry for the slight delay on getting this update out. In the home stretch now on being done with all the things involved in getting my car back up and running. Also trying to get this story onto a different update schedule so that it doesn't interfere with my other stories. By the way, if any of you get a chance to check it out, the story @leatherpunk16 and I are writing together. I promise there are some really steamy updates coming up if you are into more sci-fi, military, and transformation stories. It's been a blast writing with him, and its definitely been a labor of love on our part, so please feel free to drop a like or a comment! ------------------------------------------------ Lesson 15: The Art of Extreme Self Care I woke up with a start when I heard several dings coming from my phone. Bleary eyed, I looked up at the ceiling, listening carefully for the sounds of the house. Silence met my ears, and slowly I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the charger before unlocking it. Looking at the screen, I saw several messages. Starting with the first one I received, I saw it was from my brother Ryan. “Mom and Dad made breakfast. I left you a plate in the fridge if you're hungry. I know you probably aren’t in the mood to talk to them right now, so me and Marcus took them out for lunch to talk about things. Jen and Marcus had quite the fight out in front of the house, and she’s with her friends. The house is all yours. Text me if you want to talk or need anything.” I smiled softly, amazed at how differently my brother was suddenly acting. Send a quick ‘thanks’ to him, I looked at the next text. “Hey, it’s Marcus. Got your number from Ryan. Here if you need anyone to talk to. Might be a good idea to stay away from your sister, she’s on the war path. Don’t blame yourself. She brought this on.” I found myself nodding, quite aware of how self-centered and unwilling to budge on something Jen was when she thought she was in the right. I honestly felt bad for Marcus, still feeling mostly to blame for their fight. Shaking the thought away, I replied again with a simple ‘thanks,’ unsure what else to say. A few scam texts were the next ones, which I quickly deleted. Overdue tolls on a nonexistent car… Package I need to “pay” for delivery on… Someone randomly texting about a business lunch named Mirabel…. Dejected, I noticed an absence of reply from Mike or Greg. Sighing, I got up and shuffled downstairs, grabbing the plate of food out of the fridge, a small plate of scrambled eggs and some bacon. My stomach let out a grumble, as I finally felt somewhat hungry coming through the upset heaviness in my stomach. Not really wanting to take the time to heat it up, I stood at the counter and looked out the window as I ate in silence. I made quick work of the meal and placed the surprisingly clean plate in the sink, realizing I must have been hungrier than I thought. Giving another look on my phone, I went to the last text from Greg and Mike, re-reading the text they had previously sent when suddenly the phone buzzed and a new message popped up on the screen from Greg. “Can’t really talk on the phone right now. Your last message has us worried. Everything ok boy?” I quickly typed out an abbreviated retelling of the night before and walked back upstairs, flopping on the bed as I waited for a reply. Reaching down, I idly went to go play with my cock, suddenly remembering that I was still in a cage. Annoyed, I frustratedly pulled my hand back out, and flopped back onto my back. After a while my phone dinged and I quickly opened it, reading the newest message. “Daddy Mike and I are really sorry that happened to you. Nothing we can say to fix it, but know that you are not what your sister called you. Family really can be the worst and knows exactly where to hit the hardest. If you end up needing a place to stay and think, you can sleep at our place. We should be home tomorrow, though we both wish we were there to help you get over how she made you feel. You're free to have a full run of the house while we’re gone.” Smiling, I felt a warm tightness in my chest, glad to finally hear back from them. With a large sigh, I decided to switch into a pair of swim trunks and tank top before pulling on a pair of old tennis shoes I usually used to mow in and walked down the street to Mike and Greg’s house. Punching in the code on the garage door, I stood and waited as the large door slowly opened in almost silence. I made quick work of the front yard, able to mow it in record time and went inside for a quick drink, sweat quickly cooling in the cold air conditioning of their house. I slowly walked around, exploring the large house before finally stopping at the door to the basement. Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into my head. “Well… they did say I could have full run on the house…” I said out loud to myself, before trying the handle, finding it unlocked. Slowly, I walked down the stairs flicking the light on as I went before finding myself in the dungeon, looking around. I went first to the large humidor, looking at the various shelves of cigars before finally settling on one of the larger ones. Pulling it out, I quickly looked around and found a cigar cutter and lighter, making quick work of cutting it and getting it lit. Finally getting the large cigar fully lit, I took a deep draw on in, sucking a deep lungful of smoke into my lungs, exhaling with a contented sigh as I watched the large cloud of smoke billow out of me. Taking a few more greedy puffs, I looked around and set it down in an ashtray before shocking my still slightly damn clothes off and letting the cool basement air hit my now naked skin. Next, I walked over to the fridge and looked inside, grabbing a similar bottle of poppers to the one they’d given me and opened it up, taking several deep sniffs before recapping it. Groaning, I felt the rush of the poppers overcome me as I felt my cock strain to escape from the tight confines of the cage. Setting the poppers down next to the ashtray, I grabbed my balls and slowly began to squeeze and work them in my hand, enjoying the feeling as I grabbed the cigar and began puffing on it again. I grinned, enjoying the feeling of smoking and playing with myself as I walked over to the large wall covered in various toys. Finally I stopped at the several dildos, each increasing in size from small to obscenely large. Smiling, I grabbed a few off the wall before looking around and spotting the lube from my previous visit in the room. Grabbing the bottle, I shakily grabbed a few of the more decent sized toys and walked to the center of the room, grabbing the poppers and ashtray as I walked. Popping the top off the lube, I quickly coated a few of my fingers and slowly began to work them in, feeling as my hole quickly began to relax and open. Puffing away happily, I slowly worked my ass open before finally pulling the fingers out with a wet plop. I then grabbed one of the large dildos and wiped my fingers free of the excess lube, before grabbing my phone out of the pocket of my now discarded trunks. I quickly navigated my phone to the page with all the previous videos on the PIGLOADR site, and slowly got to work coating the toy with more lube, watching as I was fucked on camera. Now properly lubed, I slowly shuffled myself on my knees over the toy, positioning it so the tip was pressed against my now hungry hole. Grabbing the bottle of poppers, I opened them again, taking several deep sniffs before recapping them and in one solid movement, lowered my ass down on the toy, groaning in sheer ecstacy as the firm piece of silicone easily breached my ass, “Oh fuck yes….” I groaned aloud, taking a deep inhale of the cigar, before slowly beginning to bounce up and down on the large toy. The only sound in the basement of was of my occasional groans, as well as the sound of my ass slupring hungrily as I continued to fuck myself hard and fast, as well as the sound of my phone playing back one of the videos of me begging for a load. Looking around, I got an interesting idea in my head. Just how big could I take in my hole? Pulling off the toy, I grabbed the next size up, and slowly put some lube on it before working it into my ass. I groaned again, slowly getting used to the increased girth of the toy, smoking even harder on the cigar. Over the next 30 minutes, i slowly kept increasing the size, switching to a bigger toy once I was used to it. Finally, I reached the largest toy I had grabbed, my cock now leaking from the continued assault on my prostate. Slowly, I stood up and let the large dildo slid out of my ass, feeling my asshole gaping open in its absence. Horny beyond my wildest dreams, I walked over and grabbed the last few large toys, bringing them back and opening the bottle of poppers, huffing greedily as I began to work up to the last one. Easily as thick as my wrist, and over a foot and a half long, I wondered if I would be able to take it. I looked down at my phone and quickly loaded the video of me and Ben, the bear from the cigar shop. Slowly I lube of the monster dildo and slowly got it ready, pulling out the already large toy from my ass as I positioned the monster dildo in its place. I slowly positioned myself so the large tip was at my hole, already stretching my loose hole nearly painfully. OPening the poppers I took in several more deep inhales before roughly shoving the large cigar in my mouth, watching as Ben slowly fucked my ass on the video. “You need that thick meat destroying your guts, don’t you piggy?” Ben said on the video, finally driving me over the edge as I forced the large toy up my ass, pain and pleasure making me groan as the toy stretched my ass to the extreme. “OH FUCK!” I yelled loudly, my legs shaking as a sheen of sweat broke out across my body, feeling as the massive toy slowly pushed deeper inside me. Looking down, I swore I could see a slight bulge from it as it wormed its way in. Opening the bottle back up, I sniffed nonstop on the bottle as I took in lungful after lungful of the thick cigar smoke, losing myself to the sounds of Ben telling me I was going to be nothing but a toxic sperm receptacle. Finally, I bottomed out on the toy, my ass burning from the sensation of the massive stretch. I felt my mind wander, replacing the idea of an obscenely large dildo in my ass instead with the idea of Mike or Greg’s hand and arm inside me. Slowly I began to bounce on the toy, my mind replacing it with the image of one or both of them taking turns fisting my ass, telling me they were working their tainted loads deep inside me. Finally, I hit my limit and suddenly my cum began to leak like a hose out of the cage, my entire body shaking as the orgasm hit me. “Oh… Oh fuck…. Work your poz loads into me with your fist Daddy…” I screamed, lost in a haze of poppers, smoke, and sheer hormones and adrenaline. After several minutes of me shuddering around my orgasm, I lazily smoked the cigar, my ass stretched to the extreme and each movement made my legs quiver. Finally, I decided to slowly take the toy out, whimpering as the toy finally plopped out of my ass with a wet squelch, sweat dripping down my naked body. Cold air hit the inside walls of my ass, leaving me feeling oddly hollowed out. SLowly, I reached back and felt my ass, shocked at the gaping feeling. I shakily stood up and walked over to a mirror, looking back as I saw the gaping entrance to my ass. “Holy shit…” I said, a surprised look on my face, working a few fingers around the rim. I forced my ass to squeeze closed, watching as it finally shut after a minute or two of trying. Looking over at the wall, I walked over and grabbed a decent sized plug, slowly working it in with a happy sigh as I took a few puffs on the now spent cigar. Grabbing the toys, I walked around, getting used to the sensation of the plug in my ass, my gait now markedly stiffer. Grabbing the trunk and shirt, I finally got dressed, and after a bit of work, cleaned the toys I’d used in the sink in the downstairs bathroom before putting them away where I found them. —----- An hour later, I found myself finally able and willing to brave the heat, grabbing another cigar and the mower and pushing it into the back yard, smoking the cigar as I worked. I made quick work of the smaller yard in the stifling heat, even making sure to do some minor trimming of the bushes and weeding of the garden, easily smoking down the cigar as I worked, glad to be able to do it in the privacy of the back yard. Satisfied with my work, I grabbed a cold bottle of lemonade and I went back down stairs and grabbed another cigar, before coming back upstairs and out to the pool, lighting up and lounging in one of the chairs at the pool side, occasionally taking a quick dip in the pool when I felt too warm. A ding from my phone got my attention and I looked down, seeing a new message from my brother. “Everything ok? Didn’t find you at home. Where are you?” I texted a quick reply back saying I was at a client’s house finishing up a yard and would probably go over to a friend’s house for the night, needing a break from my family to process the night before as I went back to watching various videos on my phone and taking a dip in the pool. A large part of me was glad to have the ability to actually run away from the impending shit storm at home, and as the sun began to set, I walked back into the house, grabbing a small snack from Mike and Greg’s fridge as the exhaustion of the day’s events finally began to hit me. Walking up the stairs, I stood in the hallway in front of their room. Warring with myself, I wondered if it would be ok for me to sleep in their massive bed without them there. Finally, I decided I would set an alarm and would get up well before I imagined they would be home, and would just make the bed, finding myself wanting the familiarity of them being there. Slowly, I walked in and crawled into the center of the bed, putting my phone on one of the wireless chargers next to the bed, setting an early morning alarm before crawling under the covers, smelling their scent on the sheets and pillows. Exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks and after only a minute or so, I was quickly fast asleep.

Consenting to this is one thing. If you participate fucking someone unconscious it’s a felony. There was a case in Europe (England I think) where dozens of guys were sentenced to jail. They would show up at their friend’s house. His wife was drugged and he said she agreed. They were all sentenced to jail time, it’s rape if they don’t consent and you cant’t know unless you talk to them.

My Master and I had previously discussed impact play, and I was curious, yet very apprehensive about it. Up to this point, I couldn't see how pain could be enjoyable, so I was very nervous about trying it out. My Master was very patient with me in explaining how it was supposed to work, and likened it to the runner's high that I was familiar with. We agreed to give it a try - he'd warm me up with floggers, and depending on how well I took things, would potentially even try some of his single-tail whips on me. I would have a safe word if needed to stop at any time, although he promised that he would be able to read me and scale accordingly. The day we had planned, my master told me we'd skip my morning breeding session, and instead we'd try doing impact play instead. He put on me a thick leather collar, leather wrist cuffs, and a leather hood (with eye covers), and led me over to the door frame which had a rope hanging down from it. He clipped my wrists to the rope and held me briefly from behind, gently asking "Are you ready, boy?", to which I nervously replied in the positive. He started very gently, the flogger barely touching my back. He slowly ramped up the intensity, the leather from the floggers hitting with more force. It still didn't hurt, but I was aware of the hits now. There was a rhythm to the flogger strokes that helped me focus on the sensations. He ramped up the intensity again, each stroke now hitting with enough force that I felt a 'warmness' in my back with each hit. He occasionally would throw in a harder hit in between the lighter strokes. He stopped abruptly and I felt his hands gently run down my back, and I gasped involuntarily - the sensation of his hands on my back sent shivers down my spine. He checked in with me and asked if I was ready for him to ramp up the intensity a bit more, to which I agreed. He started with the flogger again, in a similar rhythm, except this time the lighter hits were harder, and the harder hits were much harder - very 'thuddy'. My left leg started to shake, and I felt my breathing quicken, and the sensations now were definitely into the 'pain' threshold. I'm not sure how long this went on for, but my Master increased the intensity further, such that the heavier strikes knocked the wind out of me, and made me cry out. He stopped abruptly, and I felt his hands gently run down my back again - this time the sensations were much more intense, making me moan out loud and my whole body started trembling. It was like nothing I'd experienced before, pleasure, mixed in with pain, and a sort of floating/detached sensation. My Master hugged me from behind and asked if I was ready for the whip. I could feel his cock, rock hard, rubbing up against me as he hugged me. I felt a strange burst of emotion - my suffering was bringing pleasure to my master, and I wanted to please him with every fiber in my being. I responded as such, and he kissed me on my shoulder. The next thing I heard was the whip crack, and it made me jump and cry out involuntarily. It hadn't actually hit me, but the sound of the whip crack was a shock. The first stroke that actually hit me felt extremely light - just a caress, and not painful at all. That would quickly change. Where the flogger felt like a blunt impact, the whip had a sharp stinging feeling. Stroke after stroke, different parts of my back being hit, my brain was on overdrive. I cried out in pain with each hit, and yet, I didn't want it to stop. My whole body was shaking again at this point. I heard my Master say "I think you've just about had enough", and after one more hard stroke, he stopped and I felt him embrace me from behind. I was gasping and shaking, not able to focus on anything. I felt my hands unclipped from the wall, and was gently guided to a bed. The hood was removed, and I lay there in my master's arms still shaking and gasping, the endorphins running through my body. He held me, gently stroking my head, and I felt a wave of emotion overcome me, and I started sobbing into his chest. "Shhhhh, it's okay, let it out, you're safe here with me." I felt a flood of negative emotions, mostly shame and guilt, leave my body, being replaced with a warmth and feeling of rightness being in my Master's arms. In this moment, I knew that I would do anything that he wanted - anything to please the man that had made me feel so wonderful. I looked up at my master, and he kissed me, tenderly and lovingly. We fucked and he bred me, but it was without a doubt the most loving and tender experience I have ever experienced in my life up to this point. He fucked me missionary, and we kissed while he was fucking me. I cried again as he bred me, tears of happiness this time, not only that I was able to please my Master, but also just how wonderful I felt in that moment. The next few days, I experienced a positive mood adjustment - it was like the beating I had received had cast out the negative energy and emotions from my body. And I was eager as ever to please my Master. Truly a life changing experience for me!

Part 3 I tried to get comfortable in the confines of the cage, but I was too large for it. I could kneel, bent over, but the wire bottom dug painfully into my knees. I eventually settled on my side in the fetal position. I tried to rest, but I was so wired I just lay there, my mind spinning. It had been less than 12 hours since I was a cocky teen God, lording my perfection over the leather queens. Now here I was, in a cage, having been chemed up, brutally raped for hours, and plugged with a gut full of God only knows whose cum. My asshole throbbed around the plug, burning and raw, yet all I could think about was getting more cock. Suddenly a large t.v. turned on and I turned my head to see what was up. To my horror, there I was on screen, bound in the sling, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. I instantly realized my predicament. My fate was truely out of my hands. The crazy thing was the more I watched my rape, the more I wanted to be fucked. My asshole instinctively clenched and sucked on the plug buried in me. I was truely transforming into a jock slut. After what must have been a few hours of watching myself be ravaged, my new Master came back into the room. He carried a glass pipe and held it up to my mouth through the cage. I didn't even hesitate as he lit the bowl. I sucked the sweet white smoke deep into my lungs, and soon was spinning again. Opening the cage he reached in and fastened a collar around my neck, attaching a leash to it and pulled me out of the cage. I started to stand and was immediately floored with a hard kick right on my nuts with his steel toed boots. "I didn't tell you to stand, whore!" he admonished me as I writhed in pain on the floor. "Let me explain what's what. I own you pig! I did my research, I know everything about you, and I know you have no family in this city. I know your estranged from your parents back in Nebraska, so they won't miss you. I have someone emptying out your apartment, and I know enough people to make you "dissapear". In a couple days we are out of here, back to where I live, where you will be nothing more than my fucked up, jock slut, cumdump slave. At least till I tire of you, or wear you out...whichever comes first. The last slave lasted 4 years till he was so used up and worthless, I dumped him in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even sell him. What became of him, I don't know or care. But he wasn't the prime specimen you are! You're going to please me well!" I shuddered as I fully realized what I was becoming. But somehow I wanted it. Last night taught me something new about myself I never knew. I WAS born to be a fucked up cumdump! Master reached behind me and yanked out the plug, releasing a flood of cum. Quickly he rammed a syringe in my jockcunt and injected more T into my body, then quickly jammed the plug back in me. He then tossed me some clothing and told me to get dressed, it was time for my next adventure.