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I walked to my car and me with friends and then went home around 9pm. When I got home Rick was on the couch in his bedroom watching TV. I went in sat by him and gave him a kiss. He kissed me back and we started to make out. Kissing and our hands roaming each other. He played with my tits and ass and with the plug in my ass. I was moaning and panting. He then flipped me over on my knees pulled down my underwear, pulled out the plug and started to eat my ass. I moaned and pushed back on his mouth. It felt so good. He hasn't eaten me out in a while, understandably as it was a lot of blood. He then fingered my and I could feel his fingernails cut into me. Rather than yell in pain, I actually moaned and pushed back into his finger and said "Yes Daddy make me pregnant. Knock me up please, I need you" moaning. He scraped me more. It hurt like hell but I just put my head down. He then put his hard cock at my hole and eased it in. I just moaned and pushed back. It hurt a bit but not as much as before with the toothbrush. I grunted and pushed back meeting his thrust. He fucked me hard, pounding into me. "Ohhh fuck Daddy fuck me, make me yours please. Mark me with your seed, charge my cunt" I begged "Yeah boy your fucking pussy is hungry I feel it milking my cock, you fucking slut" he said fucking me and slapping my ass. He rode me like that for a good 10 minutes when I felt his spasm and then he erupted his charged warm semen in me, marking me with his DNA. I squeezed hard milking his cock and also started to cum. "Ohhh I'm cumming from the inside again" I moaned He picked up his pace again pushing deep into me. "Milk me bitch" he said still pounding into me. I worked my ass on him and tried to milk every drop of his seed out of his huge pipe. "Ohhh yeah boy that feels sooo good. Your cunt is amazing" he moaned grinding deep into me. I swear I felt more cum leak out of him deep in my second hole. Finally after rutting into me for another minute he finally pulled out. I turned around. His cock was covered in ass juice, and cum and some blood. I didn't care and leaned in and cleaned him off. It was salty and irony and musty. Then he kissed me. "Good boy" he said. "Thank you Daddy" I replied kissing him. I am in love.

I finished my work and then went to class. I was still horny and I managed to get thru the day. As I was walking back to my car and passed by the building with the bathroom. I actually passed it but couldn't resist and turned around and walked back and went into the basement bathroom. When I entered there was someone in the stall already. I went into the stall next to it and sat down. Shortly he moved his side of the toilet paper holder and I did the same. He put his hard cock thru. It was a nice 7" and I began to lick it and suck it. No words, just moans from the other side. I kept sucking him and after a few minutes I head him breathe hard and felt his cock expand and twitch and a few seconds he started to erupt in my mouth. He has a nice huge load about 7-8 spurts of hot cum. I swirled it around his cock and taste him which was salty. Then swallowed. After a minute he pulled his cock back closed his side and then left the bathroom. I wiped my mouth as some cum had leaked out. I saw there and waiting. The next guy came in about 5 minutes later. He did the same thing. When his cock came thru the hole it was a nice older cock 8" but fatter with a mushroom head. He said "Suck it faggot". I leaned in and started sucking and licking. He moaned and talked more than the last guy calling me a faggot and a nice sissy mouth and cum whore. "Pull down your pants and let me fuck your hole. I bet you want it" he said as he pulled his cock back thru the hole "Sorry just here to suck cock" I said "Fucking tease" he said and pushed his cock back thru the hole and I began sucking him. After a few minutes he moaned and started to cum in my mouth. He tasted more sweet and creamy. I swallowed and licked him clean. "If you ever want to get fucked I also go to the public park on the other side of town near the rest stop. I am sure your mouth would be popular. Or I teach in English Literature. Take my class and I will fuck you everyday" he said. He left. I decided to leave and then went go and meet my friends for drinks. As I was walking up the stairs I saw another older man thin balding walking down with his bag. He looked like faculty. A part of me wanted to walk down again and give him a bj but I decided not as he would know what I looked like. As we passed he smiled at me and said hi and I felt like he knew where I had been and what I was doing. Oh well. I walked to my car and me with friends and then went home around 9pm.

After hugging and kissing more, he put the butt plug back in me and we got ready for bed. We lay in bed talking about our day and told him about my adventure to the bathroom to suck cock. He said I should do that at least once a day. I asked him about the bathroom the last guy I blew talked about and if I should go there. He said I should stay away as it's a heavy hook up place and while I may just go to suck cock I might easily get fucked bare even if I protested. He said I would be very popular there. I told him I would go the bathroom on campus and stay away from the rest stop restroom place. He also asked if the Professor fingered me or had me suck his cock again like the other day. I told him not since the other day and he said that if I wanted to suck his cock that's fine just no fucking. I told him I would comply. I asked why he wanted me to go to the bathroom to give guys bjs and he said in time I will realize. We ended there and we both fast fell asleep. We both woke up at the same time and Rick already had morning wood and then mounted me not before scraping my insides with his fingernails. He fucked me with purpose and little passion. I didn't care and enjoyed his fucking in any form. It hurt more as there was more and deeper scraping in my anus. He kept fucking me for about 10 minutes on all fours and then finishing me on my back. He finally came in me and again so did I without touching my hands. After we lay there making out he said, "I love how you have embraced being a bottom and enjoying all the pleasure that comes from it". "I thank you for that Daddy. In all my wildest dreams of all the women I have fucked over the years, I would never guess I be with another man like this, let alone be the bottom and enjoy it so much. And not just the sex but the male intimacy and erotic nature of it" I said. "You are welcome my boy. I do think those few times of bj and handjobs with other guys including your swimming coach was probably a good clue you wanted this" Rick responded I thought about it and said "You are probably right but it took you to bring it out of me. I owe you a lot and now hopefully you will get me pregnant" "I will baby don't worry. You will be knocked up soon and so much more pleasure and experiences wait for you on the other side" he said We kissed for a little while and then got ready for work and left the house. As I drove to campus the feeling of having his sperm in me and the butt plug in me made me feel so complete.

Excellent fucking from my "Boy". And his friend! Technically my stud isn't a boy anymore. He's 25. But extremely virile. Ruggedly handsome and he fucks me so good a few times a week. BIG cock too (8"). And this time he brought a friend. Friend watched him giving it to me really good. Like he wanted to perform for his friend 🙂 Long fuck. I came and he finally nutted deep in my ass. Friend took his turn. Cock not as big as my Boy but he gave it t me good too. Friend is a bit rougher. Fucked hard. He pumped his load in deep and then watched me getting a second load from Boy stroking his cock. Boy fucked even longer before he shot his load. Making me cum again in the process. And then he said to his friend "you wanna go again too?". YES! He mounted me and banged away. He hammered my hole! Made me cum again!!! Boy was cheering him on to fuck my "Daddy ass" even harder. Fuck I thought he would never cum! Flithy mouth too (I love that hehe). I like being a "dirty Daddy". He almost growled when he came. Pretty exhausting but so good! It's been a while since I orgasmed three times! when they were leaving I told Friend he was welcome anytime to join Boy hehe!! This was one to remember 😉

Part 2: The Hunter and the Prey (bunny) - Sling catch The humid air of the sauna hall wraps around me, a smell of chlorine and sweat. On my bare feet, I slowly walk over the wet tiles. I can feel the heat of desire around me. Some music is playing, a beat that vibrates through the tiled floor, up my bare feet and into my chest. Or is it my heart ? Pumping from excitement and nervousness. My yellow jock, a vibrant splash of color against my pale skin, feels tight around my body . But I'm not the only one... Men, some in towels, some in jocks of various colors, their bodies glistening under the lights , sweating, hunting, or being hunted. The guys wearing collared jocks all wear different ones. I see blue, red, green, and so on... But no one has the same color as each other . We all seem to wear a daring invitation to the guys wearing white towels -an invitation to play when you find a matching egg. They are gazing at us, gazing at me... My eyes dart around, taking in the men around me, laughing, cruising, disappearing into darker corners, into saunas, whirlpools, and pools. The cheers , the grunts, the unapologetic sensuality of it all give me a thrilling, almost overwhelming rush. Wherever I watch, I can see face-colored eggs laying around, ready to grab. I can see my own yellow color too, in some places. They are even floating in the whirlpool . So ... I guess more guys can match with me? Who will be the first one to grab it? Who will match himself with me? Photo walking in the sauna I wander deeper into the building, each hallway and room revealing a new place of desire. A steam room hisses as I watch into it through the open glass doors. I can see bodies pressed against each other , sounds of desire and pleasure. There are dark rooms, relax rooms, you name it. My breath itches in my throat from the scent of the steamy saunas , a knot of anticipation tightening in my gut. I can feel eyes on me, tracing the curve of my ass through the thin yellow fabric, lingering on the slight bulge of my cock. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I walk on. A hand, warm and firm, suddenly stops me, holding me at my belly. I flinch and glance at the guy on my left, who is blocking my path, my gaze locking with a pair of intense, emerald green eyes. He stands there, almost chilling against the wall, smiling at me. He is a towering presence. Red, curly hair, a strong face with a trimmed red beard accentuating a strong jaw. A golden necklace with a scorpion pendant gleams against his white-reddish skin ; it rests on his massive chest. His nipples look like knots, pointing a bit downward from his muscular chest, and right under it, a six- pack. Huge and strong muscular arms, his right one covered in tattoos. He is wearing a white towel, low around his waist. He's massive, a wall of muscular and hard flesh. "Lost, little bunny?" His voice is a low rumble, his gaze locked on me. "Looks like I found my Easter treat. You're matching, kid," while he holds a yellow plastic egg in the air, right in front of my face . That means we will play... he laughs. His gaze drops to my jockstrap, then back up to my eyes, with a smirk on his lips. His fingers brush my hips. His hand and fingers feel warm and tender. I almost can't speak a word, but I manage to stumble ... "Just... exploring." He chuckles, a deep, resonant sound, still keeping his hand on my hip. "Exploring, are we?" His thumb brushes over the sensitive skin of my belly, a feather-light touch that makes my nipples harden. "I can show you a few places to explore -places you might like." He lifts the yellow egg, twirling it between his fingers. "This means you're mine to play with now, doesn't it?" My heart is pounding against my ribs. *Mine.* That word sounds primal, like the hunter has caught me as his prey..... I am the prey!?!? I am feeling both terrified and exhilarated . "I... I guess so , " I stutter out , still impressed by the huge muscular guy. His smirk widens, predatory and alluring. "Good boy." He taps my underbelly, a possessive gesture. "I'm James." His fingers remain on my underbelly and hip. It feels rough and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. I can see his golden scorpion pendant swinging slightly as he leans in, bending over to me. His mouth and face are next to mine, his breath warm against my neck and ear. He whispers, "And I'm gonna show you what a real Easter hunt feels like." "Luke." I stumble as the words escape my lips softly. "Okay..."..... I can feel my cock jump a bit in my jock. His breath is hot against my ear, and his beard scratches my cheek. My knees feel weak. "Luke." He savors my name, letting it roll off his tongue. "Come with me, Luke. I know just the place for a curious little bunny like you." He doesn't wait for a response, grabs my hand, and turns, pulling me gently but firmly behind him. His towel shifts, revealing a glimpse of massive, muscular thighs-ridged with veins. For a second, I forget how to breathe while he pulls me through the hallway and the crowd. I follow, a willing lamb to the slaughter, my body already buzzing with anticipation. We weave through the crowd, James's broad shoulders parting the sea of men. He leads me down a dimly lit corridor, away from the pulsating heart of the main hall. The music softens, replaced by a symphony of grunts, moans, and the rhythmic creak of ropes. A new scent fills the air: leather, sweat, and something musky, primal. My eyes adjust to the gloom, and I see a series of rooms-leather curtains serving as doors to each of them. James pulls me into one, stepping inside ahead of me. It's dark, barely lit, but larger than I expected. The sounds intensify as we walk in. A sharp crack, a yelp, then a guttural moan. My eyes widen as they adjust to the poor light. There are hanging leather slings all around . I glimpse a tattooed Latin man, his back glistening with sweat, thrusting furiously into a pale, smooth-skinned guy lying in a leather sling. The guy in the sling is moaning, his legs spread wide, held in place by the sling, his ass a bruised red. "Fuck me, daddy! Breed me! Fill me with your poz load!" The words, raw and desperate, slice through the air, clear and unmistakable. The Latin guy grunts, his hips pumping harder, a wet, sloppy sound with each thrust. A shiver, a mixture of fear and intense curiosity, shoots through me. That guy is begging for this fuck ; he is begging for his load... a so-called *Poz load*. The words hang in the air, a dark, alluring whisper, unsure of what they mean, while James stands close to me. Almost automatically, I grab around his waist, both scared and aroused by what I am seeing. That guy around my age is getting fucked hard and willingly . My cock twitches in my jockstrap ; my mouth suddenly dry. Photo Luke and James He glances at the guys fucking in the sling, then back at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as I hold on to him, my jock pressed tight against his leg. His fingers trace the waistband of my jock, teasingly sensitive on my skin. "You like watching, Luke?" His voice is a low growl, barely audible over the wet slap of skin beside us. "I can feel your cock getting hard. It is pressing against my leg , " while he grins at me. "Tell me-does it make your hole clench?" His thumb hooks under the elastic of my jock, his fingers slowly guiding and exploring inside. I can feel his warm fingers on my bare ass. I swallow hard, my eyes darting between James's intense stare and the brutal rhythm of the Latin guy's hips. "I-" A particularly loud moan cuts me off, the younger guy arching as his ass takes every inch. "I've never... done that," I admit, breathless. The confession feels heavy, as if I am revealing a secret. He keeps his fingers on my jocks waistband, teasing, playing with it. "Virgin," he murmurs, not asking but repeating as if it were a revelation. His gaze darkens, pupils blown wide. The scorpion pendant on his necklace glitters as he comes closer. "You picked a hell of a place to lose it, bunny." His chuckle is rough, approving. In the meanwhile, he slowly guides me toward an empty sling. I can feel the cold leather sling bouncing against me as he guides me into place. The cold metal chains on the ceiling make a sound as soon as I touch the leather sling. "Watch them," he orders, nodding at the Latin guy and the white boy fucking right in the sling next to us. The Latin man is fucking his boy with brutal precision. "See how he takes it? How he *wants* it?" His hands find my hips, kneading. "That could be you." James's fingers hook into my jockstrap, peeling it down slowly. Cool air hits my exposed skin, making me shiver. My ass is getting exposed, my cock a bit hard, popping out and free. James lets my jock fall to the ground and gestures me to step out of it, as I do. "Tell me, Luke," he murmurs, lips grazing my ear, "do you want a fuck like that? Hard? Limitless?" His tongue licks my lobe. "I'll start gentle... but I won't stay gentle." The leather creaks beneath me as James pulls me up in the sling. My legs spread instinctively, exposing everything. My gaze flicks between James-his massive chest looming over me-and the Latin guy still pounding into his boy. The raw sounds, their sweat dripping onto leather, the way the younger guy's toes curl. It 's hypnotic. The Latin guy pulls out completely , his cock glistening, thick veins pulsing, his balls tight. The boy whimpers, his hole twitching empty for just a second before that slick, swollen cock slams back inside him. The impact echoes... wet... brutal... The boy screams, his back arching off the sling. My own cock aches, untouched. "I-I want it," I whimper . The surrender sends a shiver down my spine. But this is what I was craving - a fuck like that boy. No thinking, no holding back, no shame, just intense pleasure... My fingers dig into the leather sling beneath me, my legs spread wider instinctively. I lift my legs and hook my feet into the leather supports. The leather straps feel cold but gentle on my skin as I lean back, my ass free and up in the air, my body open, vulnerable. The sensation is strange, exhilarating. My blond curly hair brushes against the cool leather of the backrest. James steps closer, his eyes scanning over my exposed body. My chest, smooth and hairless ; my stomach, flat and tight ; my shaven pubes ; my semi-hard cock. My ass, round and tight, is presented to him, an invitation for his pleasure. He reaches out, his rough hands softly brushing and exploring over my body , mapping my body like a territory to conquer. His thumbs circle my nipples until they get hard. His fingers trail down my trembling stomach to the inner side of my groin. He touches me, grabbing my balls and hardening cock, while his thumb touches my hole. My body is trembling with a mixture of nerves and raw desire , his eyes full of lust. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval as his fingers trace the curves of my ass. His other hand is at my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "Spread out like a fucking present just for me." His thumb brushes over my bottom lip before he leans down, his beard scratching against my jaw as he starts to kiss me. His lips and tongue feel warm. His tongue enters my mouth, caught in a wrestle with mine. The golden scorpion pendant swings between us, cool metal brushing my chest. a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against mine. His kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. His tongue feels so damn good. I feel the scratch of his beard against my skin. I can only gasp into it, my hands gripping the leather sling from Extase . His scent, spicy, musk, and something darker as I inhale. I kiss him back intensely , his warm muscular body almost pressed against me while he stands there bent over me. I can feel his towel still wrapped around his hips against my thighs , his cock swelling insistently against us , pushing hot and thick through the fabric. My stomach tightens, my own cock twitching in response. I need this. After a few minutes, he pulls back from the kiss just enough to let me catch my breath. It feels like hours, and I really want to keep doing this. I can hear his own breath in my ear before he kisses it gently. His lips trail down by my ear to my jaw. My lips open, ready to take another deep kiss, but instead, he slowly works his way down my throat . His teeth graze the hollow of my collarbone as his hands run over my naked body. They roam lower, fingers tracing the dip of my waist before gripping my hips dominantly . " I am gonna taste every inch of you," he growls against my skin, the words vibrating through me as his tongue flicks over a nipple, teasing it. They get hard and wet, peeking between his soft lips. He nibbles softly on them before moving lower and lower , his beard scratching a path down my trembling stomach. The scorpion pendant swings between us, cool gold brushing my skin as he sinks to his knees, his breath hot against my inner thighs, followed by his warm tongue and lips. My fingers tangle in his red curls almost instinctively. His thumbs press into the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me open with deliberate slowness, exposing my hole to the humid air. I can feel his warm breath against it ; he is watching it. After some seconds, I feel a first slow swipe of his tongue ; it is experimental, a teasing lick over my twitching hole that makes my whole body jump. "Christ, you're tight," he murmurs against me, his voice rough with hunger before diving in again, this time firmer, wetter, his tongue working me open in slow, deliberate circles pressed against my tight hole , his beard scratching over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation is almost electric ; it's overwhelming ...and I arch off the sling with a choked moan Every lick of his tongue feels like heaven and ecstasy . It tickles , it scratches, it is warm and wet. I can only moan. My fingers twist in the leather straps as his tongue delves deeper. It feels restless, wet, insistent, relentless. The wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of his beard against my thighs, the obscene sounds of him *devouring* me... he is eating my hole... it's too much and not enough all at once. My cock is dripping onto my stomach, untouched, as he groans against my hole. The vibration sends another shockwave through me. "Fuck, James-" I spill out, unbidden, my voice wrecked already. In the meantime, the Latin guy's rhythmic grunts beside me, fucking the other boy, fade away; there's only this-only James's tongue licking and almost digging into my tight hole, like he's starving for it. I'm only focused on this. James pulls back, leaving my hole wet and itchy , clenching tight in response to the colder air. In that moment , my head spins . I want more of this, more of him. After a few seconds, he spits directly onto my twitching hole, the slick coolness a contrast to the heat of his mouth before. My hole is so wet that I can feel his spit dripping down my ass. He licks it up greedily, his beard rough against my cheeks. My toes curl and my legs tremble as he hums approvingly, watching my boy hole. The sound vibrates through me. "Sweetest fucking bunny," he mutters against my skin before diving back in, his nose pressing against my balls as his tongue pushes back on my hole . He starts to fuck me with it. I feel his tongue slowly sliding in deeper, while my hole is wet and willing. It is opening for him. The sling creaks under my squirming, my back arching off the leather as the feeling of pleasure tightens in my gut. Is this what it's like to be used? To be rimmed? It almost feels like a god working on my hole. He knows what he is doing ; he has pleased hundreds of guys before, I can feel it. And he is that damn good at it... and I ... I am a willing virgin, willing to be pleasured, willing for him! His tongue is relentless, flattening and licking against my hole before he points it to work it in again, his tongue pushing deeper each time, like he's mapping me from the inside. A whimper escapes my mouth when he suddenly sucks on my hole ; the pressure makes my cock leak onto my stomach. "Please....." I moan out loud , not even knowing what I'm begging for. I don't want this to end ever ; I want more... The heat of James's mouth is almost unbearable, the wet sounds of his tongue working me open and my moans echo louder than the moans and grunts around us. His beard scratches my inner thighs ; the rough sensation is in contrast with the slick heat of his tongue pushing insistently inside me. My fingers twist in the leather straps of the sling, my knuckles white as the pleasure is almost too overwhelming. When his lips seal around my hole again and he starts to suck again, my back arches off the sling, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. "Fuck, James.... please ... more...." The words are raw, desperate, my hips rocking against his face instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. His fingers are digging into my thighs, hard enough to leave marks. Suddenly, he withdraws with a wet pop ; my hole is sucked out, squeezing tight as soon as his mouth leaves my entrance . His lips are glistening as he gazes deeply into my eyes, still down on his knees. "Still tight," he growls, dragging his thumb over my wet, rimmed hole, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Gonna change that , " he smirks with a dark sound as he spits again, right onto his middle finger, before circling around my sphincter slowly. "Breathe out, Luke," he orders. I don't really know what to expect or what he wants, but I do as I'm told, and the second I do, he pushes his middle finger in to the knuckle without warning. My eyes widen; I can feel a sharp pain pushing up my tight hole, the stretch... His warm finger brings a feeling of being somehow filled... his finger reaches deeper than his tongue could ever go. My gasp echoes off the walls. "Fuck ... " I moan out while my whole body contracts uncontrollably, my sphincter clamping instinctively around his finger. "There we go," he murmurs, twisting his finger inside me with ruthless precision. My gasp is sharp ; I can feel him inside me as he crooks his finger, dragging against that spot... my prostate... It almost feels like electricity is shooting up my spine. "There it is," he growls, watching my cock jump against my stomach. I moan loudly as he keeps applying pressure. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his dark eyes watching me as he pulls his big cock out of his boy with a wet pop. Some wet blobs, probably mixed ass fluid, cum, and I don't know what else , fall down on the floor as soon as the Latin guy's cock gets out of the boy's hole. "Found yourself a moaner, eh?" he taunts, his accent thick as he guides his cock to the younger man's head. His slick-covered cock pushes against the boy's mouth, demanding he open up, as he does , forcing him to taste his own wet hole on the guy's dick. James just smirks, never taking his eyes off me as his finger curls inside me, stretching me wider. "Oh, he's more than that," he rumbles, adding a second finger beside the first. I can feel my sphincter burn as he builds up the pressure for his second finger. It makes me whimper. "He's a virgin." The Latin guy whistles low, his hips thrusting into his boy's mouth. "Lucky bastard," he mutters before getting his attention back on his own younger guy, forcing him to swallow his cock deep. At the same time, my sphincter breaks in, his second finger slowly entering me deep. I moan loud again. I can feel how he is stretching my hole , scissoring me with his fingers dug deep inside me. My hips jerk instinctively away from the stretch, then back toward his fingers as the sling is correcting my moves. A pleasure of pain mixed with an overwhelming sensation. James's fingers twist inside me, pressing against my prostate again . I cry out, "Fuckkkk ... " my cock twitching against my stomach. Next to me, the Latin guy groans, his hips slapping forward as his boy is gagging around his cock. The sounds, the smells, the way James's fingers are moving inside me. I can only cry and moan. The pleasure and pain are intense. He is opening me up, but I'm just still too tight. It 's almost too much. I can feel my hole flutter around his fingers, my body betraying me by accepting his fingers in me, trying to resist it. "James-" I spill his name from my lips, almost like a trembling prayer, my voice wrecked already. Everyone can hear my intense feeling, my pain, my desire for more, but the limitation of my still tight, too -dry hole. The Latin guy reaches over, his rough fingers brushing through my sweat-damp blond curls in an almost soothing gesture. "Breathe, pequeño," he murmurs, his accent thick and his voice low, as his thumb strokes my forehead . His touch is oddly grounding, a contrast to the ruthless stretch of James's fingers inside me. I huff... trying to endure it all , to let the feeling of pleasure get the upper hand . "He's prepping you good, so you will be ready to take his cock, " he adds, nodding at James. James growls in agreement, his fingers scissoring wider. I can feel it burn inside me, stretching, curling his fingers inside me before he presses my prostate again. My back arches off the sling, my thighs trembling. "Fuck, fuck" I choke out.... my cock dripping onto my stomach untouched. The Latin guy chuckles, his fingers tightening in my hair. "You like that, eh?" He grins. "Wait till he's balls-deep." James growls again, his fingers scissoring and pusnhing deeper inside me, stretching me relentlessly. his fingers moving in and a bit out. The burn is sharp, but the way his thumb brushes my perineum sends sparks through me. he is moving faster and faster, in and out, but Always the tip of his finger in me. i wimp.... it burns.. i siss out. fuck..... James leans down, wile i can feel his fingers puled out of my thight hole. His fingers slide out of me with a wet sound, leaving my hole clenching around nothing my hole burns, almost like its on fire, feeling empty, feeling like i want him back in me. his tongue replaces his fingers for a moment. hot and wet against my stretched hole. licking me, his tounge fucking deep, before he pulls back again, his beard glistening with spit. "Need more lube," he growls, his gaze flicking to the younger guy’s puffy wet hole next to us. The Latin guy smirks, " The first time is always the hardest and tightest, " nodding in understanding. With his rough hands, he yanks the boy's hips higher. He grabs the boy's ass cheeks, spreading him wide open to expose the slick mess of his well-used hole. It is glistening with spit, cum, and sweat. "Use this," he offers, his thumb pressing next to the boy's stretched and puffy hole. I can see James's gaze, watching the boy's hole. Before I can protest, he reaches over to the Latin guy's boy, almost without hesitation, pressing two thick fingers into the boy's stretched, slick hole with a wet squelch. The boy moans loudly , his hole twitching around James's fingers, his back arching, as James pushes his fingers deep, almost scraping and twitching inside him. His hole is leaking thick, milky fluids. I guess a mix of spit, ass fluids, and cum... cum from the Latin top and who knows what more? I can see James pushing and turning his fingers inside, while the boy's hole keeps leaking. After a few pushes, the boy moans really hard, his back arching, as James pulls his fingers out, dripping and scraping all the fluids. The boy's legs tremble as James collects the mix of lube, spit, and cum, swiping his fingers through the slick mess dripping from the boy's stretched hole. The guy whimpers, but at the same time, the Latin guy pushes his cock deep into his mouth to shut him up. Photo of the boy in the sling "Fuck, that's wet," James mutters, his voice rough with approval before dragging those slick fingers back to my hole, pressing them inside me with a slow, deliberate twist. "Better than spit," he rumbles as he watches my face while his fingers sink to the knuckle deep into my hole, twisting ruthlessly. The added wetness eases the stretch just enough, still tight, still burning, but now with a slick heat that makes my toes curl. James's fingers are twisting inside me again, rubbing firmly against my prostate. "Fuck-!" I arch off the sling, my cock pulsing against my stomach. "James, please-" My voice cracks, my hips jerking uncontrollably. I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore... just more... James watches my reaction with dark satisfaction, his fingers twisting, scissoring wider inside, stretching me. His other hand grips my thigh, keeping me spread wide as he leans down to lick a stripe up my cock, the sudden wet heat making me jerk. "Tastes like anticipation," he murmurs against my skin before swallowing me down to the root in one smooth motion. My back bows off the sling as pleasure crashes through me, his mouth hot and tight around my cock while his fingers press relentlessly against that sweet spot inside me. Slowly he pulls back, till my cock plops out of his mouth. At the same time, he pulls his fingers out of my hole, dripping and wet. He smears the slick mess directly over my own twitching hole. "There," James murmurs, rubbing it in with rough circles. "Now you're lubed." His fingers reach back to the Latin guy's boy, whose hole is still dripping and twitching from being used. James pushes his two fingers back inside the boy's stretched, messy hole with a wet squelch, making him jolt in his sling with a muffled scream around the Latin guy's cock. The boy's thighs tremble as James fingers him deep and rough, collecting another thick smear of mixed ass fluids, lube, and cum before pulling out with a slick pop. "Open up, Luke," James orders, his voice rough with authority as he presses his dripping fingers against my lips. I hesitate for a second... the mixed cum dripping from his fingers onto my lips... does he want me to? But before I can even think about it, I slowly open my mouth , my body almost reacting instinctively to the heat of the moment. My mind and mouth are getting overwhelmed , tasting the tang of sweat, spit, cum, and something muskier... something... his fuckhole... He shoves his fingers deep into my mouth. "Suck," he growls. My tongue swirls around his fingers, cleaning them thoroughly, the taste bitter and salty. It feels dirty, hot, and right somehow. James watches me with dark approval before pulling his fingers free with a wet sound, trailing spit down my chin. "Good boy," he murmurs, his thumb brushing my lower lip possessively. I'm giving myself, all of myself , doing as he tells me. I'm his, I'm his to teach me, to use me, and to get me ready for the next part of my now gay life in this big city , leaving my small-town life behind me, opening up for more, for pleasure, for dirty, limitless hot sex. And he hasn't even fucked me yet... The moment his fingers leave my mouth, I feel empty again. He presses them back against my hole, slick with my own saliva now. My breath hitches as he pushes two fingers back inside me ; the stretch is easier this time, but it still feels so big. His fingers twist, scissoring me open with slow, deliberate movements that make my cock pulse again against my stomach. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his hand tightening in my hair as he watches my body pulsing, contrasting from the enjoyment of James's fingers deep inside me. "Easy, pequeño," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. "He's gonna ruin you for anyone else." James just smirks, adding a third finger beside the other two, stretching me wider. It almost feels impossible, but somehow my sphincter gives in easily. The burn is sharp, but the pleasure-...fuck... the pleasure is overwhelming, especially when his fingers curl around my prostate. "James... fuck..." I choke out, my hips jerking uncontrollably. My hole clenches around his fingers greedily, my body betraying me by craving more, even as my hole protests against his stretching fingers. James stands up suddenly, his muscular frame towering over me in the sling, his eyes still locked on mine. His golden necklace with scorpion pendant is swinging over his huge chest, glistening in his sweat, while he pulls his fingers out of my hole. I can hear a sucking sound as soon as he pulls them out. I feel so empty again... a feeling of burning, anticipation , and willingness. I want him back in me! I want to feel him move and curl in my hole... I moan in anticipation, willing, a sound that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind. He reaches for the towel around his waist and pulls it off with one rough tug. The fabric falls away, his towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud, revealing his thick, veiny cock standing at full attention. Thick veins pulse along the shaft, his cock hard and the tip glistening with pre-cum. His massive balls hang heavy beneath his upright cock. His pubic hair is shaved, a thatch of short-trimmed hair at the base of his cock. Drops of sweat curl down from his chest to his six- pack and slowly to his cock and balls. My breath catches at the sight... fuck... he is huge... he is like a god. *18. 5 cm *, he smirks with a dark smile. The way he smirks, the sight of him, makes my hole clench instinctively. "Gonna bash you wide open," James mutters, more to himself than anyone else, his voice thick with anticipation. I can hear the Latin guy whistle lowly, watching the whole scene. James reaches back to the boy's hole again, plunging his fingers inside. The boy moans around the Latin guy's cock, his hole fluttering around James's knuckles as he pulls out. As he gathers another slick handful of fluids out of the boy's hole, he smears the messy mix directly onto his own cock with a slow, deliberate stroke. The sight-his thick fingers sliding up his shaft, spreading that glistening wetness-makes my mouth water. The guy next to me is gazing at James's cock to ; I can see him watching, wanting it... He arches his back suddenly, his lips popping off the Latin guy's cock with a wet sound. He raises his voice, ragged and broken, as he begs: *"Fuck me again, papi-I need it, I need your cock back in me. Fuck me rough, use my hole... I need you to pump another poz load in me... fill me up, breed me, make me yours-"* His words sound like a wrecked whimper , begging for the Latin guy... His fingers dig into the Latin guy's thighs. "Need your cum... need your *poz* load deep in my hole, please, daddy. "Breed me like the dirty little whore I am-*please*." The Latin guy growls something in Spanish, his cock slapping against the boy's flushed cheeks before he walks over to his hole. He pushes his wet, thick cockhead against the hole of his boy. Here you go, he smirks and shoves his cock back up his hole with one brutal thrust. The boy *screams*, His scream echoes through dark room, in pain and lust. His back bowing off the sling, his hole visibly stretching around the thick intrusion. "Yes! *Fuck!*" he sobs, his fingers scrambling at the leather straps. "Give it to me-*give me your POZ load*!" The raw, filthy pleasure sends a jolt through me, my own cock twitching against my stomach. James chuckles darkly, his fingers tightening around the base of his cock as he watches the Latin guy pound into his boy with renewed energy and force. The wet slap of skin echoes louder now, punctuated by the boy's choked moans and broken pleas for more, the slapping sound of the Latin guy's balls smacking against the boy's ass with every brutal thrust. The boy's hole glistens, stretched wide and leaking, his thighs trembling as he takes it. "Deeper! Harder!" he begs, his voice breaking on a moan. Sweat drips from their bodies, wildly flying around with each hard thrust. The slapping wet sound is almost overwhelming, echoing through the room. "I wanna feel you in my guts, Papi... I wanna feel it when I walk tomorrow," he huffs. The Latin guy snarls, his hips pistoning faster, his grip bruising on the boy's waist. I can see some red spots appearing around his ass and hips while the Latin guy keeps bashing into the guy's hole. "Give me your poz load!" he moans, demanding, hard and loud. I breathe in short, sharp gasps, my own hole clenching around nothing, aching to be filled just like that. James's chuckle is still very dark, amused, his fingers tracing my hip as he watches my wide-eyed fascination. "Hear that, Luke?" James murmurs, his thumb brushing over my wet and slightly stretched sphincter. It makes me shiver. "That's what a *real* bottom sounds like." His gaze drops to my hole, still twitching from his fingers, then back up to my face - a sight of hunger and expectation . "You gonna beg like that for me? Want my cock and load deep in you?" His voice rumbles low, while his golden scorpion pendant swings around his neck, wet from his sweat, almost shiny. My breath hitches; I can't look away from his cock, thick and glistening, covered in the slickness of the boy's ass. Some white blobs are smeared on it, cum from the Latin guy and who knows who else. His cock is hard, veins pulsing thick on his shaft . It looks dirty ; it looks filthy hard, but so damn hot... My mind is twisting and in conflict with my body ; this is full of risk, but I want it so bad... I want him in me, to fuck me, to take my virginity. Even though I really have no clue what the boy next to me is begging for . Poz ? I don't know ; I guess it's some word for his cum. My hole twitches ... " Please ..." I stumble softly . The guy beside us wails as the Latin guy's thrusts grow erratic, his balls slapping against the boy's ass with each brutal plunge. "Please, Papi-*cum inside me*," the boy sobs, his fingers clawing at the sling, exhausted but wanting more. "*Infect me. * " His thighs tremble violently, his toes curling as the Latin guy grips his hips hard, bruising his hips and ass with each hard thrust, driving into him with a rhythm that's more punishment than pleasure. The sling creaks under the force of their fucking, the boy's moans rising in pitch with every brutal thrust-*"Yes! Right there! Fuck me-fuck me dirty!"* The guy shouts loudly over my words so that mine are not audible. My eyes are wide , while sometimes I can feel some sweat from them landing on my body, which gets shot away each time the Latin guy bashes into the boy's body. "That's what you want, Luke?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing my twitching rim. " My cock? Getting filled up? A load deep in your hole? The first one?" I nod slowly, my eyes full of lust and surrender. This is it ; I want it... my first time ever getting fucked. My mind switches off, surrendering to my desire, my voice gone. James's fingers dig into my thigh, forcing my legs wider as he steps between them, his cock bobbing thick and heavy against my ass. "Gonna give it to you," he growls, his free hand wrapping around his shaft, smearing the slick mess from the boy's hole down his length. "But first-" His grip tightens, angling his cockhead against my sphincter, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Tell me what you *want*." "*Fuck*," I gasp, my hips jerking as I can feel his wet cockhead pushing softly. " I ... I ... I ... want... want... you... deep in me," I stumble . The golden scorpion pendant swings forward as James leans down, brushing against my chest. I feel the cold metal scorpion pendant against overheated skin. Slowly moving forward over my chest, his beard scratches over my body, next to my ear. While his cockhead bumps against my sphincter, not pushing in yet, just teasing my sensitive hole. "Not good enough," he rumbles. He reaches for his scorpion pendant, holding it between his fingers, his fingertip tracing the scorpion sting. "Tell me you want my cock..., my load..., my sting... right here , " as he bumps his cockhead against my sphincter once more. My breath hitches; I don't understand the weight behind his words, but the intensity in his eyes makes my pulse spike. "I want it," I whisper, my hole clenching around nothing. "All of it." His fingers tighten around the pendant, the scorpion's tail poised like a threat as he finally presses his hips forward , his cockhead pushing hard against my sphincter. I can feel his thick, wet cockhead pushing, trying to break me in with a relentless push. My sphincter tries to resist ; my body is in conflict , instinctively resisting his intruding cock while wanting it at the same time. His cockhead is wet from cum out of the other boy's hole ; it feels slippery and warm as my sphincter starts to break in. James doesn't stop. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Take it." My gasp echoes off the walls, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as he pushes harder, the burn sharp and sweet. The pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights. His fingers dig into my hips as he keeps pressing, the thick head of his cock stretching my sphincter impossibly wide, forcing its way in. A sharp cry tears from my throat as I feel a burning, stinging sensation . My sphincter gives way and opens slowly around his thick cockhead. I can feel his wet slick cockhead slowly shoving into me. He is splitting me open as he pushes past my tight sphincter, his girth forcing my virgin hole to yield. "Fuck, fuck....." I sob, my fingers scrambling at the sling straps as my body locks up around the intrusion. My sphincter grabs tight around his fat cock, burning, split open, raw... He is in me.... Every inch feels like fire. His thick cockhead pushes and carves me open, my hole fluttering around his cock, a helpless spasm . Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, but I arch higher, begging without words , willing to take it all. His beard scrapes my neck as he exhales harshly, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deeper - slowly, inch by inch. Fuckkk ... I moan out.... I can hear the Latin guy laughing beside us, his own cock still buried deep in his own boy. "Fuck," I choke out, my voice shattered. "So big-" My scream bounces off the walls, raw and broken. The stretch is almost unbearable. His cock is splitting me wide. The thought that only his cockhead is in me, not even his shaft, fears me out. But at the same time, I can feel his hot, wet cockhead moving in me, making my body shiver and pulse . James growls low in his throat, his fingers bruising my hips as he pauses, letting me adjust to the thick intrusion. His cockhead, warm, wet, and big, pulses and rests inside me , the head of his cock pressing against my tender inner walls. The scorpion pendant swings between us as we gaze into each other's eyes. "Breathe," he commands, his thumb swiping over my stretched rim where his cock and my hole meet, smearing the mess of ass fluid and cum lube . His other hand grips my thigh, holding me in place. "Just the tip, and you're already shaking." His voice is rough with amusement, but there's something darker beneath-pride, possession. His cock twitches inside me, demanding more. i breath in shallow gasps, my body trembling around his thick invading cock. His cockhead feels impossibly large inside me, stretching me in ways I never imagined. The burn is sharp, but beneath it, there's something else.... a deep, aching pleasure that makes my untouched cock jerk against my stomach. "Fuck...it's...so much," I whimper, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. "You're so tight, but your taking it well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. Hi can feel his hips shift slightly, and his cock pressing deeper. just an inch, but it's enough to make my vision blur. to make my body jump in a mix of pain and pleasure. James exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening on my hips as he pushes forward another fraction, his cock sinking deeper into my tight hole. The stretch is brutal, my hole spasm around his shaft as if my body is trying to decide whether to reject or welcome him. His beard scrapes against my neck as he leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Just a little more." His hips roll forward again, and I feel another inch of his thick cock slide into me, the burn mixing with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My toes curl, my back arching off the sling as a broken moan tears from my throat. My body locks up around his cock, every muscle tensing as I try to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. The scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights. "Breathe," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. His cock twitches inside me, pulsing with heat, and I whimper as another inch of him sinks deeper. The pleasure is there, lurking beneath the pain, but it's so much—too much—and yet I can't help but push back against him, craving more. "James," I gasp, my voice cracking. "Please—" Before I can catch my breath, James grips my hips tighter, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "Please *what*?" James growls, "Enough prep, let's do this fast," he rasps... He slams his hips forward in one brutal thrust, his entire cock spearing into me with no mercy. His thick cockhead rams deep up my hole, followed by his thick-veined shaft. No time to adjust, just a fast, hard, almost scraping feeling inside me. It is filling up my hole, stretching it all, ripping my inner walls... the pain... the burn... My scream rips through the room, raw and shattered, as my hole spasms around his cock , grabbing it, tightening up, trying to resist and push his cock out. It only results in a harder, more painful stretch ... Tears spill down my cheeks as the pain crashes through me, sharp, wet, and hot. But beneath it, there's a pleasure so deep it steals my breath. James's groan rumbles against my skin, his balls pressed tight to my ass as he holds himself deep, letting me feel every inch of him. "Fuck," he grits out, his voice rough with satisfaction. "There we go, all in, you tight little virgin." My vision whites out for a second, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming stretch. His cock buried deep inside me, the veins along his shaft pulsing against my inner walls , ripped open, his hips flush against my ass. I can feel a warm satisfaction, the heat of his cock, and some indescribable heat of some sort of fluids in me. His precum? Or did he bruise me so hard that I'm bleeding... or both? " It hurts ," I sob, but my hips jerk involuntarily, betraying me. My cock dripping untouched, my body already adjusting, craving more. James's chuckle is dark. "Hurts good, doesn't it?" The feeling is overwhelming , but somehow , hot... and all I want. I'm no virgin, no more. The Latin guy beside us laughs and moans darkly as he watches us, his hips never stop bashing into his own fuckboy . "You guys are getting me over the edge... " he moans. "Fuckkk ." His cock and balls slap hard and deep into the boy's ass. The Latin guy's hips stutter suddenly, his cock pulsing deep inside his boy as a guttural groan tears from his throat. "Here it comes, your third poz load from me... you slut... " His muscles tense up, his hips spasm, his cock kept buried deep in the boy's hole. The boy beneath him whines, his hole clenching greedily around the Latin guy's cock as his thighs tremble violently. "Give it to me... give it..." the boy shouts. "Breed me!!! Give me your tox load... " as he grabs the Latin guy's hips , pulling him in, trying to take his cock deeper, willingly. "That's it... take it..." the Latin guy snarls, his accent thick with pleasure as he watches me gasp around James's cock. " I'll watch the virgin get wrecked while I breed you full." His boy moans, limp and oversensitive, as the Latin guy finally stills, his cock still buried deep, his cum leaking out around the thick shaft. He moans out loud. His balls contract as his hips try to push his cock just a bit deeper inside the guy's hole. A rough, raw groan leaves his mouth... he is cumming into the boy. He keeps his cock deep in him, while seconds or even minutes seem to fade away. Groaning, while my own body is trying to relax and adjust to james cock deep in me. Good slut. He laughs as he pulls his cock out slowly. The boy's sphincter, clenching, trying to suck the Latin guy's cock back in. Holding the Latin's cockhead in him for another second, as tight as he can with his loose , open, fucked hole. With a pop, the head of the Latin's cock comes out of the boy's hole, pulling along some fresh, warm cum mixed with anal fluid and some red spots. slowly dripping down from his sphincter, down his crack, forming a trail of pleasure. He laughs, watching the dripping boy's hole and at me, my hole pulsing uncontrollably around the cock of James. My virginity is just lost... "Have fun, I'm taking a break now," he laughs, while he turns around and leaves the room, letting his boy alone, hanging in the sling next to me, leaking from his cum. James shifts his weight slightly, pushing on a other spot in my inner walls, adjusting to his cock. his cock is twitching inside me as he watches the Latin guy walk away. "Now it's just us," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the stretched rim to my hole where his cock disappears in me. he rolls his hips, experimentally, pushing his thick cock deeper before pulling back just enough to make me gasp. The friction burns deliciously, my body still adjusting but already craving more. "You feel that?" He presses his thumb against my stretched hole, feeling how it grips tight around his cock. "Your hole's already learning how to take cock." James pulls back agonizingly slow until just the head of his cock remains inside me. An empty feeling takes hold of me. almost wanting him back in me. my hole clench instinctively. then he slams forward again with a wet snap of his balls bashing against my hole. A whimper claws its way up my throat as my hole struggles to take him, the pain sharp and deep in me. a burn that intensify when he pushes back in. His thickness stretches me impossibly wider Tears blur my vision, but I can’t help arching into it, my untouched cock dripping onto my stomach. "It—it still hurts," I admit, my voice shaky, but my hips jerk forward greedily, betraying me. James's chuckle is dark, approving. "Hurts good," he corrects, pushing deeper. "You’ll learn to love it. His scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting as he starts a rhythm. slow, deliberate, devastating…. "Fuck—*James*—" I sob, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. slowly, pulling in and out. my hole bashing open, on fire and painfull, but so willing. With his next thrust, he rolls his hips , his cock bumping, stretching , scraping against my inner walls and something else - something deep inside that sends a jolt of electric pleasure up my spine. My breath stutters, my thighs trembling as he pulls back and pushes against it again. He finds that spot again with practiced precision. "There it is," he murmurs, watching my face crumple with a mix of pleasure and pain. He pulls back almost all the way, letting me feel the empty ache before slamming back deep into me, his balls slapping against my ass , with each thrust hitting that sweet spot relentlessly. My moans pitch higher, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as pleasure overtakes the burning pain. Oh God , oh God , I moan out. He has found my prostate deep up my hole, slamming his cock against and over it. suddenly I’m pushing back, meeting his thrusts. his balls slaping against my ass, over and over. The sound of slapping skin on skin grows louder and faster ; James's cock thrusts into me with a rhythm that has me gasping for breath. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me onto him as he thrusts his cock deep into me over and over. His thick shaft drags , almost scraping against the oversensitive walls of my hole. Wet and slick, from my own fluids, his lubed cock is coated with Latin cum and James's own pre-cum. Every thrust sends sparks through me ; my cock starts to leak, untouched. "Feel that?" he growls, his thrusts pushing sharper, deeper. "That’s what a real fuck feels like." His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting as sweat drips from his beard onto my belly and chest. Photo of Luke and James in the sling His rhythm falters for just a second-then he smirks, his grip on my hips turning vicious as he starts to fuck me even harder, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. The sling creaks beneath us, my hole stretched impossibly wider with each brutal thrust. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sound obscene, and when his cockhead grinds against my prostate, my vision whites out. "There….fuck...." I choke, my back arching off the sling as pleasure begins to build deep in my gut. The pain fades away, turning into something else... the delicious drag of his thick cock stretching me open, the way my hole clenches greedily around him, the heat in my hole and lower belly. My untouched cock bounces against my stomach, dripping steadily as James's thrusts deep in me. He is pumping his cock in and out of me, now pulling his cock out of my hole completely and bashing it in again. "James-" I gasp, my fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Don't... don't stop... don't stop... fuck me... keep fucking me . " My voice breaks on a moan as he pounds back into me, his cock splitting me open. I can feel the veins of his cock pulsing hot and thick against the walls of my hole. His laugh is dark as he pins my hips down, fucking into me with brutal precision, over and over again. "That's it, beg for it," he growls, his scorpion pendant swinging wildly. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Every nerve in my body is stimulated with a mix of pleasure and pain as James's cock pounds into me. It is carving me, carving my hole, tearing it open. The stretch burns so good, my hole clenching around him like it was made for his cock. "Fuck... please...," I sob, arching wildly into each thrust, my cock dripping untouched. James watches my wrecked expression and begs, with satisfaction. his thrusts turning slower but deeper, dragging his cock all the way out before slamming back in with enough force to push the breath from my lungs. i can feel my hole leaking, his pre cum? You're mine now," he growls, his voice thick and rough. "Gonna fill you up so deep, mark you, ill make you mine.... you'll remember this day forever." His cock ramming inside me, as hard as he can. his hips pounding in a slow, forcefull, grinding rhythm that makes my finger clawing at his shoulders he is fucking me harder, deeper, his balls tightening against my ass. I can feel it building, the pressure in my gut, the way his cock pulses inside me, his rhythm. He's getting close.... and so am I. " Beg me," James growls, while he leans over me, his breath hot against my ear as he keeps thrusting into me. " Beg for my load... and I'll make sure it takes." His cock slams into me again, hitting my hole deep, bumping against my prostate as he delves deeper. Stars explode behind my eyelids. I gasp, my hips jerking uncontrollably, my cock throbbing untouched. "I... I want..." I whimper, my voice broken. "I want your load... deep inside me... please... James..." The words tumble out, raw and desperate, as my hole clenches around him, trying to milk him. James's breath hitches, his grip tightening on my hips as my words urge him on, his scorpion pendant pressing cold against my sweat-slicked chest while his cock pounds roughly in me. He bashes deep in me, in and out , my hole grabbing his cock every time he forces it roughly in me. He is ramming his cock into me with brute force, as deep as he can. "Need it-need you deeper-" My voice shatters as he rams into my hole, hitting my prostate again, stars bursting behind my eyelids. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sounds obscene, as he growls, "That's it-take it-take *all* of me." His thrusts turn relentless, each one deeper than the last, carving my hole open wider, his cockhead grinding over my prostate until my vision whites out. Tears streak down my cheeks as his cock splits me open so deep I can't tell where he ends - tears of pleasure, tears of belonging. I belong to him ; I belong to real men who know how to fuck me. James's rhythm stutters, his cock twitching and pushing violently inside me as his balls tighten against my ass, his gasping breath against my neck. "Gonna fill you up," he growls, his voice rough with need, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. His fingers dig into my hips hard, bruising me, holding me still as he bashes his cock deep in me, his cock pulsing hot and thick against my inner walls , my hole ripping inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, his shaft jerking as his balls draw up tight, his breath in ragged bursts against my ear. "Here it comes," he snarls, his hips pushing forward one last time as he rams his cock deep inside me, his cock twitching against my prostate. His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting under the dim lights as he starts to cum. I can feel thick ropes of cum flooding my hole , spraying deep in me against my inner walls with huge force. It seems to find its own way, deeper, deeper in me, deeper than James's cock could pound. I feel his hot, thick pulse in waves as he groans, his forehead pressing against mine. "Fuck-yes-take it-" His voice breaks as he spills deep, his cock pumping his load into me, marking me, claiming me. I can feel his cum filling me up, the heat of it seeping into my walls, his cock still twitching as he rides out his orgasm, his breath hot against my skin. The sensation of his cum flooding my hole sends me over the edge, my untouched cock jerking violently against my stomach as pleasure explodes through me. My vision whites out, my back arching off the sling as my cock starts to pulse , untouched, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach. Load after load shoots on my body, making me wet, sticky, and dripping with my own cum. I gasp, my hole clenching around James's still-pulsing cock, milking him for every drop of his load as my orgasm crashes through me in waves, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Fuck-fuck-" I sob, my voice shattered, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as pleasure takes control of my body, my cock twitching with each pulse of cum. James groans above me, his cock still buried deep, his cum still filling me. He watches me deep in my eyes as we are both cumming at the same time. He feels me spasm beneath him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Let it all out." His beard scratches against my neck as his hips push in a short thrust, his cock still twitching inside me, pumping the last thick ropes of his cum deep into my hole. His scorpion pendant presses cold against my chest as he murmurs, "Good boy," his voice thick with approval. His fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking out of my hole, around his still-buried cock, on my ass. "You took it all," he growls, "Every drop." His thumb presses against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. He fucked it open ; he made it loose; he made sure of it with his hard thrusts. His cock gives one last twitch inside me, and I whimper, oversensitive but still craving more, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice hoarse, my hole pulsing around him. "So full..." His cum feels impossibly hot inside me, thick and heavy, coating my walls in a way that makes my hole clench instinctively around his softening cock. The sensation is overwhelming : the stretch, the heat, the way his cum seeps deeper with every slight shift of his hips. My own cock lies spent against my stomach, still dripping occasionally onto my belly, but my focus is entirely on the feeling of him still buried inside me, his weight pressing me into the sling, his breath hot against my neck. "James," I murmur, my voice wrecked, my fingers twitching against his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His chuckle vibrates against my skin, low and satisfied, as his fingers drag through the mess on my stomach, gathering my cum on his fingertips before pressing them to my lips. "Taste," he orders, his voice rough, and I obey without hesitation, my tongue licking my own cum from his fingers as he watches - my cum that he fucked out of me... his cock twitching inside me again at the sight. His hips shift slightly, his cock still buried deep inside me, still pulsing intermittently as his cum leaks around the edges where our bodies meet. I can feel his cock getting softer in me, but I'm not willing to let him go yet. "You took it so well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval, his thumb pressing against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. "You're gonna feel this for days," he growls, his beard scratching against my neck as he leans down to bite lightly at my shoulder, his cock giving one last twitch inside me before he finally pulls out with a slow, deliberate drag that makes me gasp. The sensation of his cock pulling out is almost as overwhelming as when he pushed in-my hole clenches instinctively around nothing, trying to keep him inside, but he withdraws completely with a wet pop, leaving me gaping and leaking his cum onto the sling beneath me. A whimper escapes my lips as my hole twitches, empty and oversensitive, the warmth of his seed seeping out of me in slow, thick rivulets. My thighs tremble violently, my body still thrumming with pleasure, my cock lying spent against my stomach. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice shattered, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming fullness and emptiness all at once. James chuckles darkly above me. His calloused fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking from me, his thumb pressing against my abused entrance as he watches my reaction with satisfaction. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough with approval, his other hand brushing through my damp curls. "Dripping my cum like a good little slut. Thanks, boy, that I could take your virgin hole. To let me fuck it... to mark you..." He laughs. "You will remember this fuck. Have fun, you slut," he smirks, while he slaps my ass and turns around, leaving the room. I lay there, exhausted , leaking, huffing. As I look next to me, the other boy is gone too . I never noticed him leaving in the time James was fucking me. I lay there at least 15 minutes, alone, tired, trying to find new energy, thinking... He bashed my hole open, just as the party is named : Easter Bunny Bash . I was the bunny ; he was the hunter. Photo of Luke, exhausted, leaking and huffing

I got to work around 7:15 am. The Professor was in the office already. I said good morning and went to the back of the office to my desk. After about 5 minutes the Professor came back to my desk. He was as usual wearing his cycling shorts but these seemed a little tighter and thinner and were silver colored. I looked at his face then couldn't help myself look down at his huge cock which was hard and protruding thru the thin fabric. I didn't ask, I just reached out and touched it, teasing the outline and rubbing it. As it got harder, I pulled down his shorts and it sprang out. I leaned in and inhaled his musk and kissed the tip of his head and licked the precum that was coming out of his meat. "You taste and smell so good" I said then leaned in and started sucking his cock, licking it, kissing it while occasionally looking up at him. He was looking down grinning at me and not saying a word. I started taking him deeper into my mouth lathering his thick meat with my spit and then easing it into my throat. He moaned and leaned his head back. I got most of him down my throat taking my time as not to gag on his girth and length. At one point most of his cock was in my mouth and throat. I held it in my throat and felt his cock spasm a little. I knew he was close even though I had only been sucking him for a while. I slowly pulled back and then took him back into my throat slowly working his cock. Then I would bring it out to my mouth and swirl his head and suck on it. I repeated this several times over placing him down my throat and doing short slow strokes of his cock in my throat, then bringing his head back to my mouth, while my hands were working his balls and also playing with his nipples. He was breathing hard now. It was hot to do this to him. After a few more minutes I started to feel him tense and spasm, I quickly pulled him out of my throat and he erupted in my mouth. A huge load of hot cum of 6-7 spurts of his sweet salty load shot into my mouth. I savored it and bathed his cock in it while tasting him. He tasted so good. I had to swallow as he kept cumming in my mouth with some dribbling out. I then used my hand a bit to stroke his length while keeping a part of his cock in my mouth teasing his head, while my other hand focused on his balls trying to milk him of all his cream. After a minute he started to shiver I slowly pulled back off his semihard cock. It flopped out of my mouth. I opened my mouth showing him some of the cum that was left in my mouth, closed it and swallowed. I leaned in to smell his crotch and softly kissed his gorgeous cock. Then I pulled up his shorts. His cock still looked hot in the shorts even semi hard and kissed it again thru his shorts. He rubbed my hair and then pulled me up and kissed me deeply, our tongues ravishing each other and his hand massaging my cock under my shorts and his other hand on my ass under my u/w playing with the plug making me moan into his mouth. He pulled up his hand that was on my cock and it was covered in precum leak. I guess just giving him a bj made my cock leak. He put his fingers covered in my leak in my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean and then he leaned in and kissed me and he tasted my leak. He pulled back and smiled at me. It was a warm nice content smile. The door opened and the secretary came in (heard her heels and smelled her perfume). He kissed me on my lips again softly and walked away. I sat down with my cock hard and leaking more. It was an intense experience that just happened even though it was just a bj. It was one time where I felt a little in control of him and the scene. He was in so much pleasure and I felt he was like warm puddy in my hands. I also felt very submissive to him as the bottom man giving him pleasure. He just had to stand there and let me worship his gorgeous cock and body and it was my job to give him an intense orgasm. It felt strangely fulfilling. And in an odd way it made me feel sexy. I am starting to learn as the "bottom" in things that it is in my role. It also arousing to please him. Not to mention he tasted really good. So I guess I got something out of it too as I sit here with a hard cock that is leaking and plug that is pushing against my prostate making it worse. How lucky I am.

I wanted to fuck him again. But I knew I needed time to recharge. “Give me an hour, boy, and I’ll rape that cunt of yours again.” I stretched my arms out wide as I rolled to my back. “How much did you smoke, boy?” I lay there for a while to catch my breath. Turned to Scout and admired the shimmer from the piss and cum spread across this smooth, pale skin, enhancing his masculine physique. His angelic face smeared in cum. He kept licking his lips in search of a drop. He was descending into a sexually driven state. I lay there for a while, catching my breath, the room still humming from everything that had just passed through it. When I turned, Scout was stretched out beside me, skin damp from the piss and cum; catching the low light, giving him this almost unreal glow. There was something striking about him in that moment. Not innocence. Not anymore. Something sharper. Hungrier. His chest rose and fell slowly, but his eyes… They were elsewhere. Fixed on nothing, or maybe everything at once. His face smeared in cum, his tongue across his soiled lips, absentmindedly, like he was chasing a feeling that hadn’t quite finished with him. I watched him, trying to understand what I was seeing. He wasn’t just reacting anymore. He was slipping into it. Letting it take him somewhere deeper, somewhere instinctive, stripped back, where thought didn’t matter and only sensation remained. And the longer I looked, the more I realised… He didn’t want to come back. I pushed myself up slowly and looked over at Scout. There was no softness left in the moment now, only intent. I told him to get dressed, but not to wash. I wanted the night to carry forward exactly as it was; no reset; no clean slate. Just layers building on top of each other. He pulled on loose shorts and a singlet, the kind that barely held shape, his appearance still marked by everything that had come before. The night was far from over. Something restless had taken hold of me. A need to move, to escalate, to see how far this could stretch before it snapped. Not just for me, but for him. How deep he’d go. How much of himself he was willing to hand over to the moment. I checked my stash. Untouched. Exactly where I’d left it. Control, at least in that sense, is still intact. Scout mentioned, almost casually, that he hadn’t smoked earlier, that whatever he was feeling had come from the shard the old man shoved in his ass. It registered, filed away in the back of my mind without much thought, just another variable in a night already running off rails. I set up a couple of lines, clean and deliberate. We both leaned in, no hesitation, no ceremony. I packed some supplies. Poppers, a baggie of meth and the pipe. Because whatever this was… It wasn’t slowing down. We moved through the building like we had nothing left to hide. Past reception. Past residents. Eyes followed us; lingering, judging, confused. Scout didn’t try to cover himself, didn’t shrink under it. If anything, he carried it with a strange kind of pride, as he’d already crossed too many lines to care about one more. There was a smell trailing us. Faint, but there. Enough to turn heads. At the desk, the receptionist looked up – and froze. I recognised him instantly. History was sitting right there in a cheap suit. The guy who fucked my ex-wife. The guy who kicked off the cuckolding adventures my ex and I once shared, until she got pregnant by a stranger. His eyes flicked between Scout and I, trying to piece together what he was seeing. Failing. Good. I didn’t slow down, didn’t explain. Didn’t care. Whatever this had become, it wasn’t private anymore. It was out in the open, raw and undeniable. And I was too far gone to pretend otherwise. High, wired, detached from consequences. That was a problem for later. Right now, I was chasing something else entirely: control, excess, the edge of where a person starts to disappear into their own impulses. Scout was already halfway there, and part of me wanted to see just how far he’d go. We hit the car park, footsteps echoing in the concrete hollow. I barely registered the movement. A force slammed into me from the side, driving me hard into a pillar. Air punched out of my lungs. Pain followed a split second later. Scout’s father. Of course it was. “Get away from my son!” He roared, eyes wild, voice echoing through the car park. His gaze snapped to Scout – Shock, anger, and what looked like grief all clashing at once. “What have you done to him.” It wasn’t a question. He slammed me back into the pillar. Sharp and immediate, pain shot through my ribs. “How’s your wife?” I spat. That did it. The punch came hard, straight into my gut, folding me over. “You’re a piece of work,” he snarled, and hit me again for good measure. Then he grabbed Scout’s arm, trying to drag him away. “Come on. You’re coming with me. We’re getting you out of this. We’re fixing this.” “I’m not going anywhere,” Scout said, planting himself. There was a standoff – seconds stretched thin – until security came ruching in, boots pounding against the concrete. They pulled his father back, arms pinned, his voice still cutting through the air. “I’m not going anywhere,” Scout repeated, calmer now, as he stepped toward me instead. We moved quickly after that. “I’ll make you pay for this!” his father shouted as we reached the car. “You hear me? You’ll pay!” I didn’t answer. Didn’t look back. The engine turned over, and we pulled into the night. The drive was quiet. Too quiet. The adrenaline still hadn’t settled, still buzzing under my skin. I needed to know – needed certainty, or something close to it. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, eyes fixed on the road. “About… all of it.” Scout didn’t answer straight away. Just sat there, looking out the window, the city lights sliding across his face in fragments. Then, slowly, he shifted closer – not saying a word, but making his choice in the only way he knew how. He unzipped my fly and pulled out my fat cock and sucked me off to full hardness. That was answer enough. We drove on. Out towards the edge of the city, where the lights thinned, and the roads opened up. I’d heard about the place before; Whispers, half-stories traded in back rooms. I was told that this place attracts all sorts of blokes eager to fuck, and like the cumdump I saw at the cruise club, this beat was perfect for attracting strangers. A stretch under the Westgate Bridge, tucked into scrub and shadow. A place where men went when they didn’t want names or questions.

Thank you all again for your comments, suggestions and overall reading this story. As usual apologies on the grammar and spelling. I am trying to just keep this going.

Just back from a fuck buddies place, hot muscle Asian guy who is a cum dump bottom, said he hasn't topped for about 2yrs. I've planted a few loads in him but he said he hadn't cum for 3 weeks and it'd be a shame to waste the load. Naturally I offered my hole for him to use... sitting here now with a big load soaking into me. What's better than being bred by a total cum slut, I always think it's a badge of honour when a cum slut bottom wants to fuck me :).

I’d just got out the shower when I heard a knock at my door. I shouted out that I’d be just a a minute and quickly dried myself off. I took a second while doing so to check myself out in the mirror – call me vain, but I’d been hitting the gym recently and was enjoying the effect on my body. I’d been a bit chubby through my teen years, but now at 21 I was finally pretty happy with what I saw looking back at me from the mirror – a fairly toned physique, dark hair on my chest and legs. A happy side effect of the weight loss was my admittedly average sized cock was even a bit bigger looking – every little helps, y’know? I finished quickly drying and wrapped the towel around my hips as I crossed my flat to the door. I opened the door without checking through the peep hole first – my first mistake of the evening but certainly not my last. Standing on the other side was my landlord , Steven. I managed not to let out the groan I felt like making as I noticed who it was, instead arranging my face into what I hoped was a winning smile. His eyes trailed up my still damp body before he met my eyes and returned my painted on smile with a much more lecherous one of his own. To be honest, the guy gave me the creeps, but I needed to try to keep him sweet because I was 2 weeks overdue on my rent and didn’t get paid till next week. He was a couple inches shorter than me and at least 30 years older, his thinning hair was greasy and dyed an unconvincing shade of black and looked and smelled like he hadn’t showered in a week. He scratched at his belly trough a stained white vest as he continued to leer at me for a moment before he spoke. “Hey, didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?” his face quite clearly expressed that he wasn’t at all concerned about this as he took the opportunity to try and make out my cock through the towel. “Oh, hi, eh, kind of yeah. Could we maybe speak tomorrow?” I tried to take the chance at hopefully ending the conversation as I closed the door. Steven stopped the door from closing with his foot. “Not really, its about the rent. I think I’d better come in so we can have a chat.” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed in past me, his hand ‘accidentally’ grazing my cock through the towel as he did. He crossed the hall and dropped down onto my sofa, right in the middle with his arms spread out across the back – it was only a two seater so I’d have had to practically squeeze in next to him to sit. I opted instead to sit perched awkwardly on the foot stool, feeling a little exposed there still just wrapped in my towel. “Look, I know I’m a bit behind, but I get paid next week, and I’ll get you…” “You told me the same thing last week,” Steven cut me off, “’Soon’ doesn’t cut it. Rent is due when it’s due. I’m going to need to start looking at evicting you.” My heart sank – the flat was shit, but it was way cheaper than anything else around here and I could still barely afford it. “Shit, no...no wait, lets not be...surely there’s something…” I stammered out. “Weeeellll,” Steven drawled “I might consider waiting another week… if you were to make me happy. You want me happy, don’t you?” “I mean, of course, whatever you need,” I said, nodding. “What I need, is a lap dance. I’m horny as fuck and need to blow off some steam.” “Whoa, what? Listen, I’m not, y’know, obviously it’s cool or whatever, but I’m not gay…” “Did I ask? I don’t care if you’re into it or not, I just want to enjoy that body of yours. And I'm sure you'll have a ...positive experience. But, if you prefer to go down the other route, I suppose you better start packing…” Fuck! I couldn’t lose this place, but just the idea of giving this dirty old man a lap dance was horrifying! What choice did I have though. I was shaking a little as I stood up, was I actually going to do this? I took one step towards the leering man on my couch, I sighed and tried to think of something else as I turned to face the wall. One hand holding the towel about my waist I lowered myself a little and stuck my ass out and gyrated half-heartedly. “Closer,” Steven ordered from behind me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip a little as I obeyed and took a step back towards him. I shuddered a little as I felt his hand rub down my side and over my towel-wrapped ass and tried to just keep dancing. Suddenly he bunched the towel in his fist a and ripped it off me, eliciting a gasp from me. “I didn’t say stop,” Steven growled, “and you need to actually be on my ‘lap’ for it to be a lapdance.” He placed both hands on my hips and pulled me down before I could answer and I half fell on to him. I froze for a moment, but surely this was as bad as it was going to get, right? I’m naked sitting in the lap of some old pervert, and oh my god was that his cock I could feel under me? I felt something poking me through the material of his dirty jogging trousers, right between my arse cheeks. But I needed this place. Give the guy some fun and I’d still have a roof over my head next week. I began to gyrate again, just had to get through it. After a minute or so I began to feel Steven move his hips under mine – apparently he was enjoying my attempt at a lap dance as that was now definitely his cock I could feel hardening beneath me, grinding against me. Jesus christ, how big was it? I was still hating this, but at least I was doing a good job. I put a little more into what I was doing, if I was going though with this I might as well try and make him happy. “Hang on a second,” Steven pushed me up off him briefly, pulled down the waistband of his joggers pulling out his stiffening cock. Before I could even react to this, he put his rough hands on my hips again and pulled me back down to his lap. His massive cock was now wedged between my arse cheeks, I could feel the heat of it against my skin. “That’s better, much more comfortable. Well, keep going, we’re not done yet.” Steven punctuated this order with a stinging slap of my ass. The pain shocked me back into motion, what was even happening? Was I really grinding my ass on his cock? How far was this going to go? Steven’s hands were still firmly grasping my waist and he guided me the way he wanted, sliding up and down his shaft. Now that it was out, I could smell the ripe unwashed smell much more strongly – was that his dick I could smell? The one that was being rubbed hard up against me. The one that, if I wasn’t mistaken was now oozing sticky pre-cum on my crack. Steven’s right hand left my hip and slipped round to my crotch. I gasped as his right hand encircled the base of my cock and my balls at the same time. He was wanking me and at the same time gently squeezing my balls in a way that sent confusing electric shocks of pleasure/pain shooting through my groin and up my spine. I was horrified at how far this had got out of control, but my body betrayed me as my cock stiffened and began to throb. “That’s it boy. Just you let me make you feel good. Knew you’d be a good little bitch for me.” Steven growled in my ear, at this point my head was laid back on his chest as I ground my tight little ass on his monster oozing cock – by now my crack felt slick with his precum as he slid its length and and down it. He was guiding my hips more by the hand tugging at my cock and balls than the one on my hip now, pulling more this way then the other as my hips followed. He began to pull me further and further up until finally I was almost completely off him, my back arched uncomfortably with the only points of contact being my shoulders pressed against his chest and the heat of his cock nestled between my cheeks, it’s slick tip pressed against my tight virgin asshole. He stopped for a moment, hand still but wrapped tight around my balls stopping me from moving. I moaned, partly from discomfort and I hated to admit to myself but a bit of frustration. Steven chuckled gently. “Now just you stay right there.” “Please...please don’t…” I mumbled “Don’t what boy? Seems like you’re having as much fun as me if your cocks anything to go by.” “Please don’t...don’t fuck me…” what was I saying? How had this gone this far? “Don’t worry, I’m just going to make you feel good. Does me good to feel a lad like you enjoying himself on top of me.” As he said this his left hand slid up from my hip to my throat, pulling my head back a little further and making it just a little harder to breathe. His right hand moved from my balls to encircling my now rock hard shaft. I moaned a little as he began to gently stroke me, teasingly going up and down smearing my pre-cum. A little of the tension in my body released, but this relaxation pushed my ass hole further against the oozing cock head at it’s entrance. I tried to lift my ass further away, the movement making me fuck his hand. I had to keep my core muscles tense to stop from sinking down, but the feeling of the expert hand on my cock kept distracting me. My concentration would slip and I would sink down a little, the slick precum lubricating my hole enough that it would sink just a fraction into my tight hole, the burn of the intrusion would wake me up a little and I would buck my hips up away from Steven’s dirty cock. This pattern seemed to repeat forever, each time my hole seemed to sink just a little further onto the cock before my now aching core lifted me up off of it and towards the hand teasing me, keeping my cock just on the edge but not quite over the horizon of orgasm. By this point my legs were trembling with the effort of keeping me up and my breathing was growing ragged and moaning around the pressure of the hand around my throat. Eventually I couldn’t hold the position any longer and my legs gave out – I fell just a bit too far and the entire head of his cock popped through, several inches of it sliding inside me forcefully driven by the weight of my body. My eyes opened wide and I let out a moan at the pain in my hole, I could feel it tear as it tried and failed to accommodate. My moan of pain was answered by one of pleasure from the mouth next to my ear. I tried in vain to lift myself off, but even with the motivation of the burning pain I couldn’t get my legs to obey me enough to do so. “That’s it boy. Just relax and let daddy make you feel good.” His hand kept stroking as he spoke, my cock somehow still hard. I eventually gave up trying to lift up and sank down further onto the shaft impaling me. I felt every inch of him slowly slide into my poor arse, tears falling from my now closed eyes as I gave into the inevitability of what was happening. After a minute my ass met his legs as he finally sank to the hilt. I was now sat fully on his lap, trembling and vision blurred with tears as he still had one hand around my throat and another around my shaft.

Chapter 26 - The Hole In The Wall Jerome had pressed a buzzer on the steel door and it had opened to admit them. The place had obviously once been a store before the community here had moved out. There were still tattered old adverts and even a few cans scattered about on the derelict shelving. A man looked at them from his place beside a door in the farther wall. A slight nod for Jerome and then a rather longer, distinctly more predatory, look at BoiFagBarbie. The little boi-slut felt the blood pumping through his veins at the realization of just how much he loved a man looking at him like that. Even a bald man in his fifties, with the dark skin of his big fat belly obvious through his undershirt. BoiFagBarbie knew how good he looked, even with a few bruises from his Breaking-In not quite faded. His cute face, his slim pale body, his bubble-booty. All on show since he was wearing only his collar, a tiny top that barely covered his newly-pierced nipples, his pastel pink leggings and his sneakers. Oh and his cage of course. "This little piece count for admission?" Jerome was smiling contemptuously. As if he and the man didn't both know that Jerome brought the finest little holes that a place like this ever saw. Jerome considered it a kind of rite of passage necessary for any dumb little faggot intent on plumbing the depths of his own desires. He'd found the reviews for this place and shown them to his boi-whore. On a site that was well known for encouraging anonymous hook-ups and sleazy casual pump-and-dumps. Where men went to find an easily-available man-hole to fuck. Not exactly the most whitebread audience of reviewers. "A real shit-hole. Thought I'd be mugged going in and coming out. Some fucker stole my watch while I was there!" "I always like it a little sleazy but this place was something else. One and done for me." "Should be called the Cave because there were only ugly trolls there." "Think about going there and then think again. The homeless guys nearby are probably cleaner." "One Star because I can't give it No Stars - Looks like it was last cleaned in 1958. Same for most of the clientele." Those and about a hundred others like them - all ravenously read by his little slut. The little slut now on the end of a leash being led into that self-same notorious den of depravity. Jerome didn't even need to look back to know how excited the horny little faggot would be. From about a mile away you could see BoiFagBarbie was way too fine to be wasted on the sort of men that hung around a place like this. The faggot knew that too and that was why the boi was so fucking excited, so damn horny. Even with a heavy toxic load already going to work inside his hole. The man in the store just nodded in answer to Jerome's supposed question. The second door opened and Jerome led his femboy-slut into the darkness beyond. Then the man started collecting the admission money from the group that had followed Jerome and his little slut in. He smiled as he looked them over - it promised to be a busy night. *** The first thing that struck you back there was the near-darkness but it was pretty soon followed by the smell. Rank sweat mingled with the smell of state tobacco, old piss and beneath it all the unmistakeable aroma of men in heat. Some of it long stale, some fresh and potent. There was a flash as Jerome sparked his cigarette. A fresh scent in the air and also a glimmer of light. Showing the corridor with water-stains on the walls. Maybe leaks from the roof; maybe from where men had took a piss. Plaster peeled, there was dirt on every surface, something small but alive scurried into a corner just outside the range of the dim and temporary light. Jerome just strode forward and BoiFagBarbie followed him. Down the corridor and then through some heavy dark cloth that draped an otherwise empty doorway at the other end. Now there was a little more light. He saw a set of cubicles, each with a door. His Owner led him into the center one. The cubicle was largely made up of tiling, all dirty and mostly cracked or broken. The floor was hard, some sort of heavy-usage, easy-cleaning, surface. Easy to clean but who knew when it last had been. Maybe that review hadn't been so far off. There were wadded tissues thrown in the corner, a metal waste bin full and over-flowing. There was a cheap plastic chair and the remains of long removed plumbing and that was about it. The cubicle partitions seemed to be just board and in each of them, to his left and his right, there were carefully-drilled holes. He looked to Jerome as the older man carefully wiped down the seat before sitting down. No instructions were coming from his Owner but BoiFagBarbie didn't really need any. He'd read about places like this in those hot stories on the BZ forum. He looked at the hole and noticed the stains on the wall below it. Cum. He looked down and saw more dried cum and drool on the floor. It didn't matter. The height of the hole made it perfectly clear what he had to do. He heard somebody in the cubicle nest door and then the hole in front of him became dark, the light blocked out by a body. Moments later a cock emerged through the hole. It was hard, a light brown color, veins prominent on its shaft. Just seeing that cock was enough to remove all of BoiFagBarbie's doubts. He got down on his knees on the hard filthy floor and found himself at just the right height. His hand reached for the cock and stroked it as he gave it a quick visual check. It looked OK. He knew every cock that came through that hole needed to be satisfied with his hand or his mouth and he decided this one needed to be sucked. "Fuck yeah," growled a voice through the this partition as the young boi-slut took the anonymous cock into his mouth. BoiFagBarbie hadn't been sucking cock long but he'd kind of had a fast education. He worked and teased that cock with his hand, mouth and tongue. Worked it until, after a couple of minutes, he got the cum he was craving. It felt a little weird. No eye contact with whoever was on the other side of the wall. Just a cock and some cum. It could be anyone over there. A fellow-student, a tutor, someone from church at home. Anyone! They'd have a fucking heart attack if they knew it was him sucking their cocks, him swallowing their cum. They'd know what a little faggot he was, what a little whore he was. Maybe they'd see his tattoo and know just what sort of a dirty little boi-slut he was. Would they still want to fuck him? Did he care? They probably wouldn't have what he needed but there were sooooo many cocks out there that did and that wouldn't hesitate to fuck him and breed him. He kept thinking such thoughts as he sucked the cocks that came through the hole. He could basically do it automatically. Using all he had learned to get the men off. Waiting for the thump on the wall that told him they were close and then just keeping going till he tasted their seed. He wondered if any of the seed was Poz. Some tasted different but that was probably the smokers or something like that. In a place like this he knew there would be Poz seed even if it was medicated. He just had to swallow it all to make sure he got it. His knees ached on the hard floor but it didn't matter. He wasn't here to feel comfortable. He was here to make men feel good, to himself worship their masculine power, to make any and all cocks shoot their heavy loads into his hungry mouth. The cocks kept coming and he soon lost count. He couldn't really remember how many men had followed them in. How many more might have been here already, in the darkness, waiting? It didn't matter - all that mattered was making this next cock hard and wet and ready to shoot its load. Feeling the pulses of seed delivered into his mouth and then swallowing them down like a good little cum-pig. There was a knock on the door. Jerome had been sitting on the chair and smoking his inevitable cigarette. Now he stood up and grabbed BoiFagBarbie's leash. The boy had been gazing at the hole waiting for his next cock but now he looked up. Jerome undid the door of their cubicle and the man from the store was there. The man was sweating, maybe adding new stains to that white undershirt stretched over his big gut. BoiFagBarbie saw all of that but it didn't gain his attention. That was all concentrated on the man's hard cock standing proud over a couple of seriously big and heavy looking brown balls. A gesture from a pair of fat fingers and BoiFagBarbie got up. Got up and turned to face the hole in the wall. Let his booty wiggle a little in invitation to the man. The fingers found him and caressed the smooth roundness of his booty. One tapped the end of his butt-plug sending a shiver of desire through BoiFagBarbie's whole body. "So this little fucker is one of your chaser's?" "If he ain't caught yet." "Has he?" BoiFagBarbie heard the dry little laugh of his Owner. "Can't be sure. Ain't tested him but the greedy little slut has taken a whole lot of charged loads." Fingers tapped the new tattoo on BoiFagBarbie's back. "Well I've got what the dumb little faggot needs so let's make sure shall we." The exquisite discomfort and pleasure of his butt plug being removed and then the second or too of perfect anticipation. It came automatically to him now to relax himself, to make his hole ready for what was to come. The pressure of a thick cock-head against his hole, the momentary resistance and then the amazing sensation of a man taking him. A new man, a fresh man, a man with balls full of charged seed. A man who wanted to use him, to breed him, to knock him up, to taint his perfect young hole with his toxic seed. BoiFagBarbie gasped with pleasure and felt the rush surge through his whole body. It couldn't get any better than this! Until it did. A big hard white cock came through the hole in front of him. The thickest cock he'd seen tonight, except that of his Owner of course. A couple of fierce, brutal thrusts into him from behind made his knees buckle and pushed him up close to the wall. The man fucking him was strong, his powerful grip keeping the young faggot from falling. BoiFagBarbie's hand found the cock coming through the wall and stroked it. Bought enough time until he was accustomed to the weight and pressure of the fucking he was getting. Until he could take that second cock into his mouth and suck it. Sucking for seed while he waited to be bred. Just like he needed to be. *** Floyd Jacobs spat on the ground as he reached for his phone. He'd had some assignments in his day but this one took some beating. The client had treated him like a piece of shit and Floyd had been around long enough to have a strong suspicion why. Well, at least the shit-for-brains had enough sense to understand only a man like Floyd could help them in their current situation. At least they'd worked it out eventually! It still cracked Floyd up that they had gone to the Police first. Like that would do any good! Finally, of course, they came to him and wouldn't you know it old Floyd Jacobs was on the trail within a couple of days. Not that they would necessarily like what he had to report of course but that was hardly his concern. He tapped his fingers against his leg impatiently as he waited for his call to be answered. Didn't they think his old Black ass had better things to do with his time? Finally the call was answered. "Yeah - it's Jacobs. I got something to report..."

As an Asian, I have experienced such things many times. It is very ironic that on one hand gay people ask others not to discriminate them, but on the other hand, some gay discriminate other gay.

I swear my bf reads this forum. We were visiting Vancouver, Davie/deman area. We get on a bus, he's holding my hand. And I was checked out so obviously even I noticed. We sit down and he tells me to sit with them. It was four guys. They've got busy hands and they start asking me questions. The usual stuff. Two of them get off, and we get off with them. We go to their apartment. They weren't really my type, but their cocks were nice and one of them came twice and just a ton. Took two loads in about an hour and then got fucked just savagely on the balcony of our hotel room by my bf.

We were the last two after a larger friend party that ended up at his place. 2am and 3am rolled around and people ubered home. We chatted it up and poured more drinks. He went to piss at some point and I pretended that I didn't know he was in the restroom and pushed the door open to get a peek at his cock and said "wow nice" and he giggled and said "you can use it." I said "the cock or the toilet" and he giggled again. We poured another round and he started playing guitar and I just went for it and said "let me suck that nice cock I just saw" and he whipped it out and let me feed on that fat white dick I've been curious about for at least a decade.

When I was 20 (circa 2005) or so I used to suck a high school friends dad off in booths at LAX Wild Cat in Lennox. In my mid 20's I worked at a web design assistant in WeHo and ran into some of our customers drunk or high in the Gloryhole booths at The Zone LA. I didn't drink at the time and I was pretty good at spotting people before I engaged, sometimes they knew, often times they didn't know the assistant was swallowing their loads. Miss the arcade and gloryhole scenes, even the public cruising spots are all drying up. Nothing but cumdumps and content creators now.

In the summer of 2010 I flew to Spain for a week in the sun. After a couple of days of debauchery in Barcelona, my boyfriend and I took a train to the seaside town of Sitges, which several of my friends had recommended to us. So I found myself on a train filled with many hot, sexy men. I'm 35, 5' 11", with short, buzzed, brown hair, a youthful face some facial hair that I've allowed to grow into a closely trimmed goatee. I have blue eyes and a solid build. I'm not particularly hairy, but my chest and stomach are covered with fur, which I keep it trimmed and neat, not shaved. My cock is cut, above average in size, and seems to be always hard. I would describe myself mostly as a vers bottom. I only bareback with my boyfriend, but will sometimes blow other guys outside of our relationship and even then I insist the guys wear a condom. My boyfriend of three years and I had the talk; the talk that gave each of us approval to play outside the relationship without any guilt. We also talked about how if we fucked or got fucked by anyone, we would always wear a condom. The afternoon we arrived at Sitges, I stopped at a sex shop and picked up some single-use lubes, a couple of condoms, and a bottle of poppers. That evening, around 12:00 AM, my boyfriend and I went to XXL. While it wasn't all that busy, the music was amazing, so we danced for a while and the place gradually filled up. There were muscle bears, bears, otters, twinks, the 'guy next door' type, in short, there were men of all shapes, ages, and sizes. After about an hour on the dance floor, my boyfriend disappeared, seemingly for ages. I figured he must be upstairs in the dark room. I've been to the odd dark room in my time, but mostly it's always been a lot of groping and a few blow jobs that haven't turned into anyone cumming, at least in me. Anyhow, I decided to see if I could find him, so off to the dark room I went. The narrow dark room was pitch black, and, as it turned-out, so packed with men that I found it difficult to navigate. While I could see some shadows, that was about it, so hands proved to be the only way of exploring. Not surprisingly most of the guys were wearing t-shirts, and I took the time to explore some well-developed, hairy chests. I also encountered several cocks, so while most of the guys seemed to be fully clothed, a fair number of the guys were nearly naked. One of the nice experiences was that I could pretty much feel anywhere and no-one pushed my hand away, whether I was exploring some guy's chest, his neck, the small of his back, or slide my hand into the waistband of a guy's pants. Many a guy would even wiggle a little so I could reach further in his underwear and feel his ass and crack. I was feeling a little drunk and guys were grabbing my ass. I walked along and this one particular guy grabbed the back of my belt and pulled me backwards towards himself. I let him pull me to him until I was standing directly in front of him, my ass pushed up against his crotch. His hands started roaming my chest, under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples and rubbing my entire front and cock through my jeans. I was hard and he could feel it. He began to lick my neck, and almost involuntarily I reached behind my ass, the palms of my hands rubbing the front of his shorts. To my pleasure I found the top button of his shorts was already undone and the zipper was half down. He massaged my shoulders a little and whispered something Spanish in my ear. He was rock hard. I was able to lower the zipper a little lower and I reached into the front of his shorts. This seemed to be a invitation for him to reach down, unfasten my belt and fly and lower my jeans. I leaned forward away from him a little and he slowly pulled my jeans down and then my underwear, only pausing for a moment to grab my hard cock that sprang forward when he yanked down my pants. Other guys were still passing in front of me in this dark room that was more of corridor than a room, but other than the odd grab-and-rub of my cock, all the action was coming from the guy behind me. And let me say, he knew exactly what he was doing. I reached inside his underwear and felt a large, fat, uncut, dripping cock. Fuck, was he horny. I moved my hands so that my palms were facing and rubbing his furry belly. With one hand firmly and slowly jerking my cock, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, and they fell to his feet, so I kept exploring his body. With his free hand he began rubbing the crack of my ass, his firm fingers going right for my hole. They were rough and he was intent on trying to push a finger inside me. My pants were only partially lowered, certainly not quite at my feet, but I still had to lean forward to grab the small tube of silicone lube I had in my pocket. Retrieving it, I handed it to him. He flipped open the bottle and I thought he was going to rub some on his finger to lube my ass, but instead, he pushed me forward a little and he began lubing his cock. Obviously he thought I was giving him the green light to fuck me, but I wasn't. I didn't want him to fuck me without a condom. Not here, and not with a guy I didn't know or couldn't even see, but I was a little drunk and it was all happening pretty quickly and before I realized it, he was pulling me back towards him and his cock was lodged between my cheeks. His cock was really solid and his hands on my waist were strong and pulling me back on his cock, the head of his cock was pushing right for my hole now and I knew he was going to push it in. Raw. I thought for a second he was going to miss my hole but he didn't. I didn't want him to miss so I leaned just a little forward and then I felt him enter me. Slowly and firmly, my ass was stretching as he kept a firm hold on my hips. It felt fucking amazing. My mind was racing. I thought I either pull away now completely, or enjoy our session. I decided on the latter. I reached into my other pocket and fished out my poppers, but found I had to lean forward to reach down enough into my pockets because my jeans were now halfway down my legs. When I made this move, he pushed right in. All the way in. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. His cock was inside me and he was holding me there, still for a couple of seconds, but not for long. His hands were on my waist and his cock was completely inside my ass. I opened the poppers and took a hit - a deep hit. He took the bottle from me, and I heard him take four deep hits, then he handed the bottle back to me, so I took another hit. Although I was now flying,and everything was a little out of focus, I could still feel the thump of the music and I could feel bodies pushing past us in the dark room. I was sweating and flying. He held onto my waist and pulled me on and off his cock, steadily, not fast, but with the serious intention to fuck me deeply. He straighten me upright with a few gestures, and then he began licking and sucking my neck, whispering in my ear, licking my ear. I tried to turn my neck and head so he cold kiss my lips. He took the hint and we kissed a little. I could feel stubble on his face. He was sweating, breathing heavily, and his tongue pushed into the corner of my mouth. As the position was very difficult on both of us, we stopped kissing and he placed his hands on my hips. I took the hint and began to rock forward and backward, slowly. I wanted him to enjoy my ass, so in my mind I was imagining that I was jerking him off with my ass, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles so he would not be able to stop fucking me before pulling out. He started a regular steady rhythm of fucking. I opened the bottle of poppers and took another hit, and he followed suit, taking several strong hits. The entire time I moved forward and backward on his cock. He was fucking me more deeply and I was completely enjoying the sensation of his cock inside my ass. As his fucking intensified, my mind was flying. All I could think about was what we looked like. What he looked like and what is cock looked liked pounding in and out of my ass. His fucking was taking on an animal like quality. I could hear him grunting. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jerk. He was pounding my ass so fiercely I thought I might bounce right off of it but he kept amazing control. I could hear the music of the club and I was loving every minute of the experience: the beat the music and the hot raw cock in my ass. I reached between my legs and I could feel his cock fucking my ass. I felt it with my fingers as it was pounding in and out of my ass. This must have driven him a little crazy because his fucking began to get harder and I could hear him grunting and his body started to spasm a little. He was cumming in me. I could feel him cumming inside me. He slowed down a little and then his cock popped out. Cum immediately ran down my leg. He turned me around and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately. For the first time our cocks rubbed together. His was gradually going soft, even if it was sticky with his cum, but my cock was hard and pressed up against his. His hands grabbed my ass and he pulled me very tightly towards him. That was enough for me, and I came, shooting between our bodies and stomachs. He knelt down and licked my cum, taking my cock inside his mouth for a couple of seconds, sucking out the last couple of drops of cum from out of my cock. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and said 'ciao' and disappeared. He was done, I was done, so I pulled up my pants and went off in the opposite direction, wondering if my boyfriend was also getting into some trouble. Anyone have any stories from some fun they've had in Sitges?

That's the kind of relationship I'd love to have, where I can give my man that feeling often.

I may have told this story elsewhere on the site, but when I was first discovering glory holes/adult bookstores in my hometown (Champaign, IL) I was cruising the old Illini Arcade (which was the first movie theatre in the town in the early 20th century, became a church after it was an ABS and is now a live music venue) and a guy gave me an AMAZING blow job. This happened in around 1980-81. When I came in his mouth, I pulled out and we both left the booth at the same time. I FROZE. AND FREAKED. It was a classmate's DAD. I'd been to their house several times. He smirked at me and just sauntered away. I high tailed it out of there, freaking out. He never said a word. I later realized he was a total cock whore. He blew me once in a while after that. He was VERY talented.

This is the the thing. One of the nicest things someone EVER said to me (admittedly we were both rolling on Ecstasy at Burning Man) was when this REALLY sexy furry otter boy leaned over and rubbed my stomach and "I love your furry belly." Which is about the nicest thing a boy can say to a bear. I had done such a number of MYSELF about my body (I'm short and stocky and always have been) that I couldn't always hear it when people complimented my body. Self-esteem is a weird thing.

Me and a buddy were the designated bottoms for our group of friends in college. Together but often also me alone. 4-5 guys fucking me and some going for seconds. the more the better. I already was a slut then at 20/21 hehe!! Never felt uncomfortable.

Definitely a prostate thing for me. I find shorter fatter cocks make me scream the easiest

I don't use fuckapps anymore, so I can only imagine how disappointing it's become. That said, I agree; it's as transparently racist as it could be.

Wasn’t able to get home in time after my last visit to the local park to meet a couple of guys

His birthday is on March 14th,steak and blowjob day. I bought him a steak and when we were alone I told him I wanted to suck his cock. He didn't answer he just undid his pants and gently pushed me to my knees. When it was over he told me I did better than most first timers.

Freshman Project: Jason (Part 11) On Monday, Blake left early for swim practice while Jason got up and cleaned up the apartment from the weekend’s adventure. He enjoyed being able to walk around naked in the apartment, something he couldn’t do in his dorm room. His cage was back on and was a comfort to him, it reminded him that he was Blake’s Boy, his property. He never would have been able to admit that he liked being controlled before he met Blake, but again looking back he knew being under the control of man was what he needed. Jason didn’t know where the meth pipe was supposed to go, so he put it and the torch lighter along with all the empty baggies that had contained the meth in Blake’s drawer. He made a note to ask Blake about where they should go and how he should dispose of the bags when Blake came home that afternoon. Once he showered, he pulled a jock over his cage, put on a pair of skinny jeans, and a tight fitting t-shirt. Blake had told him that he should be showing off his twinkish body all the time, preferably naked, but if he did have to wear clothes, they should be tight fitting so that men he could bring my joy by showing off his body. His purpose in life was to be a sex toy for more masculine men. That idea that Blake had implanted in him, made him feel sexy. Which was always a problem as feeling sexy made his dick want to get hard, which made it uncomfortable with the cage. Jason realized that was part of the point of the cage. He need to train himself to be a sex object for men’s eyes and use, without getting hard about it all the time. The focus should be on his ass and mouth, not his tiny useless cock. Jason went to his Monday classes as usual. He had three that were all lined up, 9am, 10:30am, then 1pm, getting him done with the class portion of his day at 2:15pm. He no longer had to work the dinner shift that evening since he had quit his job to be Blake’s full-time houseboy. He hurried home so he could be there and ready for when Blake showed up, which was usually around 3pm. He got home and immediately stripped naked as soon as the door was closed; it was habit at this point. He then took his clothes and put them in the dresser Blake had cleared out for him. He jumped in the shower and douched, making sure his ass was clean for Blake. After the water was clear, he decided to try something he had read on the internet. He went to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush then jumped back in the shower. He took a deep breath then shoved it up his ass and started brushing. He couldn’t take much before he pulled the brush out and quickly rinsed it off. He finished rinsing off then got out of the shower and dried off. He was kneeling naked, except for the cage, in front of the door when Blake showed up. Blake had several extra gym bags with him when he walked in the door. He tossed them down in the entry way then stood in front of Jason, his bulge right in front of Jason’s face which was looking down at the floor. “Get it out and suck it Boy,” he commanded. Jason obeyed, reaching up and unbuckling Blake’s belt, undoing the button and then lowering the zipper. He fished the senior’s cock out. It was half hard and he could feel it getting harder in his hand. He quickly took the head into his mouth and started swirling his tongue around it. Blake stood there enjoying the Jason’s blowjob for a few minutes. The boy had made a lot of progress and could now take him all the way to the base without gagging. The boy still struggled a bit when Jason was forceful and skull fucked him, but he had learned how to take the large thick cock down his throat when getting to set his own pace. “So I have some good news for you Boy,” said Blake. When Jason started to pull off to look up at him, Blake grabbed the back of the boy’s blond hair and directed his head back down onto his cock, “Keep sucking Boy.” There was a sound by from below him as Jason attempted to say ‘Yes Sir’ with his mouth stuffed with cock. “I quit the swim team. This means we’ll have more time together and I won’t have to be so careful about timing my drug use with the team’s swim meets, so more partying for us. Also, the nationals are happening soon which is like a ten day tournament back east and well, I want to be here with you during that time, just in case I’ve succeeded in getting you pregnant. A Daddy needs to be there for his Boy when he’s sick,” explained Blake. Jason was excited to hear that he’d get to spend more time with Blake, so he redoubled his efforts to take all of Blake’s long thick cock down his throat. He managed to get it all the way down his throat so that his lips were pressed against Blake’s pubic bone and balls. Blake immediately reached down and grabbed Jason’s head, pinning him against his groan. He held him there, waiting. He felt Jason’s throat start to spasm and the boy instinctively trying to pull away to clear his breathing tube. But he held Jason tight, depriving the little twink of oxygen. “Relax Boy, you got this, just accept it,” said Blake as Jason fought against the instinctual urge to survive by pulling away. Blake watched the boy carefully, when he saw that Jason was close to passing out, he released the twink’s head and even pulled on his blond hair to help get his cock out of the boy’s throat. Jason was coughing and fighting the urge to vomit. Tears leaked from his eyes and snot ran out his nose. He’s face was covered with his own tears, snot, saliva, and Blake’s pre-cum. Blake stared down at him as he lay on the floor recovering, “Fuck you’re so hot.” The jock reached down and picked the smaller boy up and carried him into the bedroom. He lay Jason face down on the bed then climbed up on top of him. Blake was still fully clothed as he pressed his cock, still slick with all of the phlegm and spit from Jason’s throat, into Jason’s ass. There was no lube other than the mix of spit, phlegm, and pre-cum as Blake entered Jason. They didn’t speak as Blake started pounding into Jason’s ass. The only sound was Jason’s whimpers and Blake’s grunts as the older poz jock fucked the young twink’s ass. Blake noticed that it got slicker and wetter as he went. He looked down and noticed that there was some blood on his cock when he pulled it out. That finally brought a pause to the poz breeding. “You okay Jason? You’re bleeding,” said Blake. “Yeah, it hurts but it feels good. I’m okay. I may have used a toothbrush on my ass before you got home. I read on the internet that it can help, well, you know, um, cause a positive load to take,” responded Jason, starting to feel a bit awkward about what he had done. “Really? You tore up your ass with your toothbrush to help convert from my toxic loads. You must really want to get pregnant from me and carry my babies with you forever. That right Boy?” asked Blake. “Yes Master, yes more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I want to belong to you, fully and totally. Be my Poz Daddy, please Sir,” begged Jason. “Fuck yeah,” said Blake as he resumed his hard pounding of the slim eighteen year old twink underneath him. While all of the previous boys had begged for it, none had ever gone this far to make it take. He realized he had a really special, totally submissive slave boy beneath him. Once that he would convert and make his forever. He thought about all the fun they would have together and yelled out as he dumped his HVL cum into Jason’s ripped up rectum.

Part 2 I couldn’t quite understand what had happened. Twenty minutes ago I was having a shower and planning my day, now I was impaled by a massive cock inside my virgin ass. I continued to tremble, my body reacting in shock to this invasion, Steven still hand one hand about my throat, holding me tight against him while the other continued to play with my cock – humiliatingly hard despite the violation I was undergoing – despite the pain in my ass, was a little part of me enjoying this? I’d never been particularly into guys, and definitely not disgusting creeps like my landlord, and yet my cock was rock hard under his teasing, stroking hand. “Well well, for someone who doesn’t want fucked, you sure sat on my dirty cock quick enough, didn’t you boy? Tsk, tsk, such a little slut – you have no idea where that thing has been…” Steven chuckled breathily into my ear. I closed my eyes and shuddered. “Mmm, so tight too – for now anyway. You keep taking bare cock like this and you’ll get a lot less tight as well as everything else you’ve got coming to you, you little cock tease. You’ve been flaunting that nice body around here for months, well now its my turn to tease you a little.” His hand continued to stroke my cock. My body began to acclimatise to the burn and stretch of my poor arsehole, the feeling of fullness as my guts tried to accommodate the massive cock and I relaxed just a fraction. With my eyes still closed, I began to moan gently – my body betraying me as the hand on my dick brought me close to the edge. Then stopped. Stevens hand paused at the top of its stroke, and even with everything happening, I was frustrated at the lack of release. “Fuck...I’m so close to cumming…” I whispered. “Oh? That’s a pity. But if you want to cum, you’re going to have to fuck my hand. I’m not going to put in all the work here.” His fingers were still wrapped around my cock loosely. My body responded instinctively, my hips moving upwards as my need for release drove me to do what he said and try to fuck his hand to cum. The motion also slid my hole up his cock a little, the movement sending a bolt of stinging sensation through me at the same time as my cock sent a bolt of pleasure. I gasped at the mixed feelings rushing through me, but again my cock overrode whatever else I was thinking and I did it again. And again. Fucking myself on the impaling cock as I fucked his hand, overwhelmed by the conflicting urges. “Oh, you really are a slut. I’m going to enjoy knocking you up.” I heard the words but couldn’t quite parse his meaning. I also didn’t care in that exact moment, because a second or two later my cock erupted in one the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I shot ropes of cum up to my chest and over my stomach, gasping as my body tensed then relaxed, I fell back against Steven’s chest and panted. “Hope you enjoyed your last negative cum shot.” Steven said in my ear as his hand gently caressed my sensitive cock. “Wha..negative?…” I struggled to find words in my post-orgasm state. Now that I’d came, the pain of the cock rearranging my guts was more at the fore front of my mind. “Yeah, I’m assuming you’re HIV negative, right?” My blood ran cold as I began to grasp what was actually happening to me. “Or were at least, because now it’s my turn, and I doubt you will be by the time I’m done with you boy.” Steven’s hand left my cock and grasped my hip again as the hand around my throat suddenly tightened, cutting off all but the slightest trickle of air. I tried to struggle, but Steven basically ignored this as he rolled us over leaving me face down on the couch under him with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. He slid first one then both knees in between mine forcing my legs apart. He moved from having his hand around my throat to having his arm locked around it in a headlock. My body had adapted ever so slightly to the cock inside me, but there was no preparation for what it was about to endure. He began to fuck me hard, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming it back in – I would have screamed in agony if I’d had the air in my lungs, but all I could manage was a pained wheeze, my nostrils filled with the damp smell of the BO coming from the man raping my recently virgin arse. He grunted in my ear as he power fucked me, balls slapping against my taint each time his hips met the cheeks. My vision started to go slightly dark around the edges as I fought for air. The pain was incredible, but it felt like my hole was getting wetter somehow as he drilled me, something lubricating his shaft some mixture of pre-cum and blood from tearing. Thankfully, right before I was a bout to pass out, his arm around my throat loosened enough for me to catch a gasping breath as he growled in my ear and gave a few final forceful thrusts before burying himself fully. His body tensed and through the burning in my hole I felt his cock twitch. After a moment he relaxed and collapsed on top of me, cock still deep inside me. I trembled and whimpered underneath him. What the fuck? Did I have this dirty old perverts poisonous cum inside me? What was I going to do?

I woke up. I went to use the bathroom and my ass was sore. As I walked the butt plug felt like it was opening all the small scrape and abrasions in my ass. I peed and came back to bed. Rick was up. "How are you doing baby" he said "I am doing ok but my ass is on fire and sore" I said "Good. That means you are raw. Get up here and bend over. I am going to take you again and breed you with my charged cum" he said Those words gave me an instant hard on. I eagerly hopped up on the bed on all fours. I felt him pull out the plug and felt what was probably blood and cum leak out of me. "Yeah your pussy is still bleeding. There is some cum. Time to recharge your cunt" he said "Yes Daddy please fuck me and cum in me." I said I turned around and kissed him with my tongue invading his mouth. He kissed back and held me. "I want you to breed me and knock me up and make me yours. I want to have your baby Daddy" I said as I kissed him again and then went down on his hard cock and sucked him for a minute then turned around and presented my ass to him. "Take me Daddy please" I said begging He put his hard head at me entrance and slowly entered me. I felt the burn as his cock went over and ripped again each scrape in my ass. I grunted in pain. He was more gentle than last night which helped but it still hurt a lot. I felt him start to pick up his pace. He was now pounding me. It hurt but I took it. I grunted in pain. He was pushing past my second ring and could feel the abrasions there too, it burned and hurt. He focused on my prostate again which provided some pleasure which made me moan a bit. He kept up and I pushed back meeting his thrust also rotating my ass and squeezing my ass which made him moan. I kept it up. I love giving him pleasure. "Oh yeah your cunt is milking me baby. Fuck your pussy feels so good." he moaned After a few minutes I felt his cock start to expand and his breathing I could tell he was on the verge and in a few strokes he started to cum "Here you go baby knocking you up" he moaned I pushed back and milked him. He kept grinding and fucking me hard. He slowed down and pulled out. He quickly replaced his cock with plug in me. I turned around and his cock had cum and a lot of blood. I wiped him off not wanting to eat my own blood. We kissed and he held me. He felt and smelled so good. "Thank you Daddy, I can't wait" I said "I know baby don't worry you will get pregnant soon" he said He got off the bed and started to get ready for work and I went to my bedroom and did the same. I got to work around 7:15am. Everyone was in the office and I got to work. We had a staff meeting. As everyone filled in, Professor Post came and sat by me. We were in the back of the room and with two other staffers near us but in front. The meeting went on and the Professor reached over and put his hand on my thigh and caressed it. It felt good. My ass was still burning so a pleasured touch was welcomed. He then moved his hand on my inner thigh caressing it. My breathing picked up. Then he his hand went into my shorts under my briefs and started to tease my balls and cock. My legs on their own spread giving him more access. He looked over and smiled. He then grabbed my hand and placed it on his now hard cock. I squeezed it and played with his cock head. He was wearing thin dress pants and it didn't feel like he had underwear on. Then his hand moved out of my crotch and then down my back and under my ass. He toyed with the butt plug in me rotating and moving it from side to side. I would squeeze his cock as he played with me. His pants started to have a wet spot of his precum leaking. I played more and let the fabric get wet and my fingers got sticky. I moved them up to my lips and licked it looking at him. I could see the hunger in my eyes. Then... "Professor Post can you update us on the field trip please" said the Department Chair He got up and spoke from the back. Luckly it hid his hard cock pushing in an outline of his pants. After he finished speaking he sat back down and placed his hand on my cock and rubbed it. I started to get hard again and he slipped his hand under and teased my cock. I started to leak precum and he wet his fingers and then licked it while looking at me smiling. We were both clearly horny and wanting to have sex but knew we couldn't. After the meeting we went back to his office and he closed his door. He pulled down his pants and I dropped on my knees and took his mammoth hard cock in my mouth. I sucked on him, worshiped it and licked his hard cock. I wanted to taste his cum. He moaned and started to fuck my mouth. After a few minutes I felt he was about to cum. Without warning he pulled out of my mouth and then put his hard cock in his pants and zipped it up. I looked at him at a loss why he would do that. "You don't get my cock again until I get to fuck your tight pussy. I want your ass and to fuck you again" he said. He then walked over to the door and opened it. I had to get up quickly so no one would see me on my knees. I was frustrated and thanked the Professor for his time and went to my desk to work. I had to hide my hard on with my bag when walking back to my desk. I sat down and again felt the butt plug push in me and my prostate. Even though it hurt and felt the burn it did feel good hitting my gspot. Here I was at my desk and horny my cock hard and leaking. I love my new life.

yesterday around lunchtime. Arranged a gangbang for my birthday. 5 cocks took turns pounding my hungry pussy. Got 6 loads in there and a 7th in my mouth. Got DP'd and they filmed me being a total cumwhore. FUCK it was so hot. And woke up this morning horny as fuck.

I woke up on my stomach to a pain in my ass. As I became more aware, I realized Rick was sitting on my ass with his cock in me. He was fucking me hard. It didn't feel like there was lube and it hurt a lot. I started to grunt in pain and get a little loud. "Shh boy, this is what you wanted right. Be my boy and get knocked up. Have a baby together" he moaned picking up his pace. "Yes Daddy I do" I said moaning and grunting. He started to hit my prostate and soon the pain turned into pleasure. I lifted my ass to meet his thrust. He was now pounding hard into me. I felt his sweat drip onto my back and I could feel his cock throb in me. "Fuck me Daddy and cum in me please. Knock me up with your seed please" I moaned and begged. "Here you go boy my charged seed in your cunt!" he yelled as I felt his cock spasm and shoot his load into me. I pushed back onto him trying to keep all his cock deep in my ass. We kept like that him grinding into me and my pushing back onto his stick. Each time I could feel his meat scrape my prostate and jam into my second hole. It hurt but also felt so good. Finally exhausted he fell on me and I turned my head and we kissed. He held me for a while then got off of me. I turned around and cleaned off his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood. A little more than normal. I asked if that's normal. "It will help my seed take in your pussy. I scraped your inside a little more this time." he said. I kissed him and thanked him. "Daddy when will I get knocked up" I asked innocently "It depends baby. It might take a few days or a few weeks. Everyone is different." he said. He went onto explain that he had hoped taking me off of PEP early before my test would not only make sure I didn't have a false negative but also get it out of my system so when he bred me it would take. He said sometimes the PEP stays in your system for a few days after your last dose. "I gotta get to work. Make sure to wear your plug today to keep my cum in your pussy." he said "Yes Daddy" I replied I looked at the clock it was 5:45am.

Thank you again for your nice comments and patience. We went back to making dinner. I bent down and licked the precum I had leaked on the floor which was more than I thought. We finally sat down and ate dinner. It was difficult sitting with the plug up my ass. "You will get used to the feel of the plug in your pussy" he said smiling "It feels a bit uncomfortable and its right against my prostate" I said. My cock was also hard and leaking. He looked over and grabbed my cock and gave it a few tugs. I moaned and pushed towards his hand. Then he wiped my cock of all the precum and stuck it in my fingers and I licked it clean. We ate dinner and talked about work and maybe taking a vacation together after I get knocked up. I started to get used to the plug while sitting down but it did keep me aroused. Also walking aroused also started to feel good to me. We finished eating dinner and I cleaned the kitchen while Rick went to go relax on the couch and watch TV. When I was done I joined him on the couch and we watched TV. I moved around a bit to find a comfortable position with the plug in me. Sitting a little on my side helped. It had been a long day and as we were watching TV I fell asleep. I started to feel wet on my leg and then woke up. Rick was playing with the butt plug teasing my hole and my cock was leaking a lot of precum. Without saying a word, he pulled down my shorts and pulled out the plug and rammed his hard cock into me. I yelled as his thrust was hard and his cock had no lube. Once it got in I still had his cum in my hole. "Fuck your pussy is so wet boy and tight. Its squeezing my cock pulling me in. Its hungry for Daddy's cock isn't it baby" he said I moaned as he started to fuck me and hit me in those right spots. "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your huge cock and it wants your charged cream" I moaned pushing my ass back on his stick. He started to pound me in that position with me partially on my side. I touched my cock and he hit my hand away. "Don't touch your little cock. Your cunt is all that matters" he said pounding his meat deep into my stomach. He kept fucking me hard. At the angle and what way I was laying I swear I felt him in my stomach. There was no kissing, no touching no making out, this was just him fucking me and impregnating me with his seed. I started to feel that warmth in my hole and started to cum hard. I shot all over the couch and could feel my ass convulse. "Fuck your cunt is squeezing my cock....Ohhhh yeah boy milk it. Drain all my POZ nut honey. Use your cunt for Daddy" he moaned still fucking me. After about another 5 minutes of slow pumping he finally pulled out put in my mouth to clean him up and then he stuck the plug back in my ass. "This always belongs in your pussy, understand" he said "Yes Daddy" I said. I licked up all my cum on the couch. We both brushed out teeth and went to bed. He gave me a kiss and then turned over and was snoring right away. I had more of his cum in me. I was happy.

I want and love cum, but I'm not sure I'm addicted to it. I'm addicted to giving a man pleasure and all the complicated thoughts and emotions that come from being a play thing. The cum is certainly the goal and the climax, excuse the pun, but the physiological aspect is the real addiction.

I prefer to be covered in piss if it gets to that especially if I have my lycra gear on. I love the smell of dried piss and I love that smell on me when I’m cruising a bath or sex venue. If I don’t have some to piss on me, I’ll piss on my lycra gear in the bathtub, let the lycra dry on my balcony, and wear it at a later play time. I will drink a very small amount of piss if I’m really into the moment but it’s very rare. That being said, I’ll roll around in wet piss, dry piss, a pissed up old mattress or sling, like a cat on cat nip.

Looks good 👍

My ex was only into getting blown. He had a beautiful cock and was always horny so I sucked a lot of cock in four years. Near the end I was trying desperately to get him to fuck me. So I have him head during the Superbowl in front of two of his friends (also gay). I edged him for the entire time, took a break during halftime, and started again. He always gave good loads, but this was something else. Never have I ever had a cum shot so powerful.

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I have anal orgasms pretty frequently and easily (I can be finger fucked to orgasm). For me I think it’s primarily a prostrate thing

I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

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Chapter 1 – Free Ride Walt was waiting patiently for his younger brother to stop by. He knew the routine with Ray. Walt was pretty successful at his job but really made his money with his side hustle. He was a successful dealer of all sorts. A latino gay man in his late 20’s with an average frame. He stands at a height of 5’ 11”. At 19 years old, his younger brother Ray was naturally skinny in an athletic way. Standing 5’ 9”, he looked like a normal guy. No one would guess that Ray was successful at being a low life junkie that couch surfed where he could. Opposite ends of the using continuum from his brother. Walt was able to know his limits and when to call it a day. Ray used as much and as often as he could, always chasing that next high. This was the usual time of the month where Walt found that his brother would come by to make small talk and then ask for some pills or tina to help him out. Walt was just about sick of his brother using the “family card” to get free shit. This time he was going to have to earn his high. Walt was going to make his straight brother choose his self pride or chase the high to give up a hole or two. Walt hoped that his brother would have the dignity to say no to his proposition but he also knows that Tina has a big grip on his brother. Either way, Walt had saved up a weeks load in his balls incase his brother chose the drugs. Like clockwork, Ray showed up on the last Saturday of the month at 6pm on the dot. A ring of the doorbell let Walt know his guest was there. He opened the door and gave his younger brother a quick glance up and down. Ray walked in and gave his brother a hug. R: Hey bro, it’s good to see you again. I hope you don’t mind that I stopped by today. W: No problem man. I have the night free so I was just going to chill at home. Come sit down on the couch. Can I get you something to drink? R: Do you have a beer back there? W: No on the beer I’m afraid. I do have the next best thing though. Walt disappeared into the kitchen and emerged with 2 glasses of coke. W: Who needs beer when I have some G. Watch out though, this batch is killer strong. Ray took the drink and started to down it. The speed at which he drank let Walt know he was already feeling bad without anything in his system. R: Hey, do you think I could catch a quick shower. I’ve been walking around a lot today. W: Sure, go ahead. I’ll jump in myself after you. Ray got up off the couch and goes through his backpack. he picks out a pair of presumably clean underwear. He walked over to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and closed the door. Walt took the time to set the scene for his brother. He took out a pipe and torch and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. He went over to one of his stash spots and pulled out some pills and a baggie of big shards. He left the pills on the table with his glass of coke and g. He knew his brother would see them right away. Walt packed his pipe and picked up the torch. He melted the shard and took a big hit. He took a few more hits leaving the pipe with one, maybe two good hits. He placed it down on the table. He blew out his cloud and hid the current baggie of Tina. He walked over to the bathroom. He opens the door just as his brother was coming out of the shower. They shared a room together when they lived at home so walking in on each other in various states of undress was normal for them. Ray put on a pair of boxers that he brought with him and walked out to the living room. Walt jumped in the shower. He kept thinking of his brothers round ass and started to chub up a bit. He changes the water to cold to calm himself own. W: All in good time. Chapter 2 – Getting despirate Ray walked out to the living room and sat down at the couch in his boxers. This was his brother’s pad so he felt comfortable enough. He had taken a quick shower so that the steam wouldn’t get him lightheaded when the G kicked in. He glances down at the coffee table and spots the random pills. He thought fuck-it! and threw the 2 mystery pills into his mouth. He picked up his brother’s glass with the spiked soda and downed that too. He picked up the pipe laid down before him and turned on the torch. He heated the bowl of the pipe until the white smoke started to accumulate. He took a huge rip and blew out a large cloud. R: There we go. Ray immediately torched the bowl again and took another big hit. He held onto it and then released. He looked at the empty bowl and though time for a refill. He laid back on the couch and waited for his brother. As he lay there sitting on the couch, the G was starting to kick in and relaxed his posture. He pulled out his phone and started watching some straight porn. He was so into the video that he didn’t hear his older brother reenter the room. Walt walked into the room in just a pair of his own boxers. And why not, it was his home after all. His brother was the one making himself at home without any fuss. Walt walked over and sat right next to his brother. Ray woke from his fixation and greeted his brother. They started laughing at the porn on the phone and making stupid comments about the overacting. Ray was really feeling like he was stuck in the couch. The G was strong after all. Walt noticed his brother in this state and reached down under the couch where he stashed his baggie of shards. W: looks like you overshot the mark with the G. Here, this should help balance you out. Walt packed the bowl, took his hit, and handed it to his brother. The brothers passed the pipe back and forth a bit until it was empty again. Walt knew his brother. He knew what level of high he was at and it was barely off the ground. Walt packed another bowl. Hitting it and passing to his broher, he said: W: Okay this is it man. That’s all I can smoke up. The rest I have to sell. Ray took his hit and started to worry. He took 2 more hits before passing it back to Walt. R: What if I paid for some more? W: How much cash do you have? R: No, I only have like 20. W: that ain’t going to get you much bro. Sorry but I have to put on my dealer hat on this. This is business. Even for family. Ray took the last hit off the pipe and held it in as long as he could. He released the cloud and stared at his brother defeated. R: What do you bargain with other guys? I’m pretty desperate. Come on bro, I’ll do anything. Walt felt the lightbulb go off in his head. Bingo Chapter 3 – I’ll Do Anything R: What would you have anyone else do to score some T? John Doe comes up to you and is in this predicament. What do you bargain with him? W: I don’t know that you are that desperate. I don’t know. Ray lowered his head in shame. R: I’ll suck on it. Walt saw his defeated brother and he licked his lips. W: What was that? R: I’ll suck you off if I can smoke more. I really need it. W: You want my cock? My cock for some more tina? Is that it? R: I guess. W: okay … I’ll bring the party if your gonna play. You’re gonna be my tina whore tonight? R: Yes. If I have to. Walt stands up and grabs the pipe and refills with a big shard. He lights it up and blows out a white cloud toward his brother. W: Well, first off, drop those boxers. I like my boys to be naked. And come over hear on your knees and show me you really mean it. Once I know you are serious, I’ll get you fucked up. Ray drops his underwear and walks over a few steps to his older brother’s front. He gets down on his knees and pulls the underwear off his brother. He gets an inch from the dick in front of him. R: I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know… W: I’ll bring the party if you bring the play. Now go on now, start things off. Ray opens up and takes the dickhead in mouth. Walt feels the warmth of a new recruit. He feels his dick starting to grow in his brother’s mouth. W: yeah, good boy. Yeah suck that growing dick. Walt’s dick started to get hard but stayed at half full. He hands the pipe down to his brother. W: Here you go, smoke up a bit. I want you to take two hits. On the third, get back to sucking me off. I wanna see clouds around my dick. The sound of the torch starting up fills the room. One hit, two hits, and number three. The mouth returns to Walt’s semi hard dick. Walk looks down as the smoke flows from the boy’s mouth around his dick. This is just what he needed to get to fully hard. The younger brother pulls away and torch hits the pipe again. Four more huge hits with more and more dick in his throat. Walt is now thrusting straight into Ray’s throat. Now, Walt had heard through the grapevine that his brother has sucked a dick for tina before but he was surprised he was able to deepthroat his thick 8 inches. He was fucking the throat and watching the smoke come out of the boy’s nose and corners of his mouth. Only the occasional cough and gag betrayed how new Ray was to sucking big dick. Walt picks the boy up and throws him toward the couch. Chapter 4 – Head Down Ass Up W: Get on your knees with your ass towards me. Ray obeyed and got on his knees. R: oh, hey. I don’t know about this. This might be a little too much. Walt just reloaded the pipe and handed it over to Ray. Not one to deny a loaded pipe, Ray withdrew his protests and bent over the couch and started to hit the pipe. He drew in a large hit and was about to release when he felt something wet press against his asshole. He moaned as the smoke escaped his mouth. Walt used his tongue to attack Ray’s twitching hole. He ate out that boy’s hole like it was his last meal. Walt pulled back a moment and looked at the glistening hole before him. He pushed two fingers into the straight boy hole as he took in another hit. Moans filled the air as Ray was finger fucked by two fingers. More spit and three fingers were now in the boy hole, stretching it open. The next big hit from the pipe allowed Walt to push in four fingers. The hole barely let them in but four fingers were in. This made the boy try to reach behind himself to pull the fingers out. Walt reached under the boy an found Ray’s dick hard as can be. W: I see that you found my pills. Thought you might. Fucking whore. Walt pulled his fingers out and pushed up against the boy’s ass. His cock rubbing against the line between the cheeks. Precum wet the ass crack as he thrusted against the boy. Ray began to panic when he felt his brother’s head at the entrance to his hole. His mind was screaming no but his quivering asshole was begging for something more than fingers. Ray wasn’t that stupid. He knew that to get fucked when high was an experience. A lot of guys love it. He just never thought it was something he would do. As if he knew what Ray was thinking, he thrust in and the tip pushed inside Ray. R: OMG, fuck that’s thick. W: that’s only my head. It’s not even at the thick part yet. Walt pulls out and reached under the couch again. This time he pulls out a bottle of laced lube. He quickly fingers some into his brother before he has time to change his mind. Walt places his dickhead at the entrance right as Ray starts complaining about the burning inside of him from the lube. Walt thrusts in and gets the head back in. He thrusts again and gets halfway inside of Ray. R: fuuuuuuuuuck W. I know. I know. It’s almost in there. A third thrust pushes him all the way in. Ray can feel his brothers balls against his ass crack. R: fuuuuuuuuck W: I’m gonna leave it there a moment so you can get used to it inside of you. Walt reaches around to his brother’s chest. He touches his nipples and squeezes them slightly. This sends jolts throughout Ray’s body causing him to push back against the dick. He didn’t think he could get more dick inside of him but it felt like an extra inch was pushed inside of him. Walt continued to play with Ray’s nipples and the boy began to pull away and push back into his brother’s dick. W: Yeah, that’s right. Fuck yourself on my dick. Milk my seed right out of me. Ray continued to fuck himself on his big brother’s dick. It did not take long for the huge load to be worked up and finally shot up into his younger brother. W: yeaaahhhhh. Walt pulled out of the whore he just filled with his sperm. Ray was still head down ass up on the couch. Walt walked away and came back with his phone. Ray couldn’t see it but he heard the camera sound coming from behind him. Walt was taking pictures of him bent over, showing off his cum filled ass. R: Hey, what the fuck are you doing? W: Just needed a picture to get my friend over here. R: Okay let me get dressed and I’ll head out. W: oh no, you’re not leaving. Get some rest. I’m treating you like any other whore that gets seeded for drugs. The homies want a taste too. R: I don’t know about this. I’m pretty high now. this was fun and all that but I don’t know about someone else seeing me like this. W: you fucking junkie whore. You never have enough. You’ll stay and you’ll like it. I told you I was going to bring the party. Don’t worry you have some time to rest. Walt walks back to the kitchen and come back with another glass of coke and G. W: here, this will calm you down some and help you rest for a bit. Ray takes the drink and gulps it down. This time the taste was more bitter than last time. W: Come follow me. He gets up and follows Walt into the bedroom. Once inside, Ray was guided to the edge of the bed with his untouched dick standing straight up against just under his belly button. Walt turns on the tv and connects it to his laptop. He starts playing porn and Ray starts jerking off without even thinking. Just a natural response to being so tweaked out. While Ray is busy with a video of two men double teaming a twink, and jerking off, Walt gets on his phone and sends out a few texts. He gets someone to answer back immediately. His friend loved the pic of the used hole. Walt tells him to head over. After a short while, the G starts to kick in and Ray sinks back into the bed. He lays back and blacks out.

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Mount – Palm Springs 10/4 I recently traveled to Palm Springs for the first time to attend the Mount event at CCBC. First of all, I would like to thank anyone that reached out to me for answering questions about Palm Springs. It was very beneficial to have a little knowledge about the area, etc. I checked into the CCBC on Friday, but did not attend the Mount event, but rather the Cumunion event at Club 541. In short, had a great time and got bred at least 13 times that evening. But on the the bigger item. For anyone interested or thinking about the Mount event, don’t hesitate and do it. Of course, not knowing anyone / traveling alone, my mind and nervousness slowly dropped after just talking up with other attendees. It also helped in during the day on Saturday, I was able to speak to a few that did the event on Friday evening, but they were going to being volunteering for the Saturday event. Every little bit of info ahead of time was helpful. 5:00 p.m. check in starts. I was staying in a room that could see the registration area, and noticed there were people checking in around 4:45 p.m. so I decided to go and get that done. Wise choice! I was talking with one of the members that work these events and gave me some pointers. As a bronco, you basically have an area that after check in, there is a place to wait in line to be taken into the coral for the 7:30 p.m. meeting of the broncos. Jokingly I asked the member if I was actually seeing that there were 3 people in line already and it was only 5 p.m. “Yes” they are. Well, I guess its time to wait and chat with other broncos. Keep in mind, there are about 16/18 slings available and fuck tables and benches in the coral area. Simple math, the first 16/18 broncos in line have the choice of getting a sling. Well, got up to the line and there were a few more broncos so I was like #7. It was only 5:10 p.m. Oh well, I wanted this experience and was not going to miss out on a sling if I could help it. Time actually went fast talking and everything with other broncos. Some were there the night before and some were first timers like myself. Note to self: More knowledge is best! Time actually went pretty fast. All out for the same thing, everyone was pleasant and chatty. It helped as well, as your space in line could be held by new acquaintences to run to rest room, drink run, etc. By the time we were ready to enter the corral, there were probably 40/50 broncos behind me. 7:30 p.m., the stable master opened the gate and said to follow him into the corral. Keep in mind, the corral is circular in shape, the outside perimeter has a wall so no one can see into the corral. There were 16/18 slings lining the outside perimeter of the inside wall with the center containing all sorts of picnic benches and fuck tables. All the broncos were taking their positions. I got into one of the slings and one of the other broncos I was waiting with took the sling next to me as we were going to check on each other during the event. The stable master began his speech about the rules and instructions. Rule 1; If the hand goes up, everything stops. The cowboys are also instructed on this as well. The organization wants to make sure you are in a safe environment and nothing happens to the broncos. The hand up can alert the wranglers watching the area that the bronco needs a break, needs water, needs to move position, the cowboy is too big, or has a piercing. My anxiousness was lowering even more hearing all of the safeguards that they have in place to make sure you feel safe, especially being blindfolded. Rule 2; The blindfold must stay on at all times. If you take it off, you are thrown out. Hence the hand raising to get what you need. I witnessed a wrangler (helper) every few slings and throughout the center of the corral. It was very well watched and they were helpful in everyway. Rule 3; If the wrangler notices that you aren’t getting a lot of action, they may suggest they move you to another area. Not as a punishment but rather, they want everyone to experience the best of this event. As the other similar types of parties post, just because you are there, and a lot of people, my not guarantee you will get a lot of action. Note to self; that’s always been in the back of my mind. Rule 4; If you want to move to another area, hand up and wrangler will take you there, however you lose your spot, (in a sling space) you would give that up to a bronco that may be waiting to try one that opened up. **not a rule, but we were told that the cowboys were having their meeting and they are instructed this is a fuck event. It’s not a stand round event. The organizers basically don’t want a cowboy mounting a bronco and a group of other cowboys gathering around watching and waiting their turn. “Wow” I thought. What a concept. You know, we have all been to events and everyone is swarmed around one bottom guy. Not in this case. They want the cowboys to be one on one and then move on. Note to self-interesting. More mind easement. But still, the amount of broncos I saw in that corral, still wondering if this was going to work. Almost 8p.m. – Announced all broncos must place their blindfolds on. Not to be removed. So, up in the sling I am in a jock, sox, tennis shoes, harness and ball cap with a blind fold. I kept a small tube of lube in my sox that I could reach without having to ask for help. I looked up, almost a full moon outside, beautiful night out and up goes the blindfold. I think, good luck! 8 P.M. – The stable master announces that cowboys can march in and mount. The deep breaths I was taking! It was a very vulnerable feeling. Trust me. To my surprise, within 10 seconds, I was mounted by my first cowboy and to my surprise, bred my ass. Slapped my ass and said thanks. I have to say, there were never more than 10 minutes between mountings. Every so often, the wrangler in my area would come up to me, announce who he was and asked if I needed a break, water, anything. The wrangers really kept an eye on us. After being in the sling for 3 hours and 10 minutes, I was mounted at least 24 times that I remember (lost count after about 20) and got bred by 18 cowboys that I know of for sure. Just as the last cowboy was unloading in me, I heard him talking with the wrangler by me and said “Geez, how many times have you shot, and the cowboy said 7”. 11:10 P.M. – The Stable master announced that all blindfolds could come off as everything was winding down. When my blindfold came off, I look on my face was priceless. There were 4 of us in slings left. 2 of us were done, and the other 2 had cowboys mounting them. Everyone else had gone. It looked so different with no one in the corral compared to when it started and me thinking “What did I get myself into”? So here is the important numbers, and thought I did not do too bad that night. There were 66 broncos (bottoms) and 94 or 96 cowboys (tops) I will take the 24 mountings with great pride! And the 18 breedings with even more pride! Would I suggest doing this if you have thought about it; YES Would I do this again if the opportunity comes up again; YES I also want to thank the MOUNT team www.guys2.com for their work they put into this and their organization. It was a hot event and couldn’t ask for a better experience.

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My first time was a a video arcade at the gloryholes. I was there to suck cock only. I was probably on the fourth or fifth load down my throat. Then a very handsome black guy entered the opposite booth. He dropped his jeans and I was rewarded with a large uncut cock to suck. I love to suck an uncut guy and run my tongue under his hood. This guy was so big, I was struggling with taking his girth down my throat. Then, he reached through the hole and held a small brown bottle under my nose. I'd seen poppers used in videos before, but never tried them before. In a firm voice, he told me to sniff and hold in each nostril. I took the bottle and did as he instructed. "Good boy" he said. I kept the bottle. My head whirled as I went down on his big knob again. He fucked his cock deep into my throat. Somehow, the poppers relaxed me. I could taste his precum as I came down from the buzz. The head said, "Hit that bottle again and show me that hole". I turned around and held my ass to the hole so he could see it and I huffed the poppers. As my brain started flying again, I felt a crazy blunt finger push into my ass hole. As I came down, I realized it was his big cock deep in my hole, not a finger. I huffed more of the poppers as he pounded me faster and faster. It felt incredible. Then I heard him cumming from the other side of the wall. Then he pulled out. I was still dizzy. I finally turned around to give him his brown bottle back, only to see the door to the empty cabin swining. I put the cap on the bottle and set it down. Then I reached back to feel my hole. It was very wet. I smelled my fingers. He must have fucked me without wearing a condom because I was full of cum. I sat down in the booth and waited patiently for another cock to come through the hole.

John and Michael, William and James, Robert and David, Joseph and Christopher are couples who meet on the first Thursday of every month. What they all have in common is that they are all poz. The meetings started many years ago. In the beginning, the group was sort of a men's own poz support group, but over the years the group's activities have changed. Today, men gather to celebrate poz pride. Men are united not only by HIV, but also by the fact that they are all more tops than bottoms. They have rotating organizing responsibility in the group. This month it's John and Michael's organizing responsibility. John and Michael have been together for 13 years. Michael is the couple's vers. and John is 100% top. At first, John and Michael were in a monogamous relationship, but Michael's cheating was revealed when he infected John with Chlamydia. As a result of the event, the couple opened up their relationship to other sexual partners. It was clear from day one that the fucking would always take place without rubber, and before long Michael got HIV, which infected John six months later. The couple's responsibility for organizing is to get a bottom for the meeting. In the group, all the fucking is done raw and the hope is that the bottom would be negative and unmedicated. All couples are medicated normally, but usually the medicines are left on a break for the Thursday meetings. John and Michael found this month's bottom in their own backyard. 25-year-old Eric, who lives next door to them. John and Michael paid attention to Eric when they noticed him always coming to the balcony when John and Michael were sunbathing on their own balcony. John and Michael always wore tiny speedos that showed off their big bulges. One day John bumped into Eric in the yard and started talking to Eric. Soon, Eric came over to John and Michael's place to drink wine and talk some more. Eric was a perfect find! 100% bottom with very little sex experience. Eric had just broken up with his first boyfriend, with whom Eric had been in a relationship for three years. The relationship had not worked because both boys had been more of a bottom. Eric visited John and Michael to talk almost every night. Little by little, John and Michael always told more about the beauty of free and raw sex. They noticed how Eric became more horny time after time. John and Michael also deliberately teased Eric with bulges and showing Eric their biohazard tattoos. Eric was hooked. John and Michael were sure they could get Eric to reveal his unmedicated hole to men right away if they wanted to. Instead, they wanted to save Eric's unprotected hole for the Thursday club. The night before the club meeting, John and Michael told Eric about the club. The men said that the positive men's Thursday club meets once a month to fuck raw. They told everything else honestly, but not that Eric would be the only bottom of the night. - What do you think, do you want to come spend the evening with us? I'm sure our friends would like you very much. Remember that the Thursday group is only among men and no one uses any kind of protection. As it should be, persuaded John.

Kody was the cutest little twink you can picture. Wavy blonde hair with green eyes. He stood 5’ 9” with a total swimmer’s build. This white boy was a healthy shade of tan thanks to him being on the swim team. The tan was evenly throughout his entire body. He had only a slight tan line from his swim team speedo. He has a nice private backyard at home to sunbath in the nude to even his tan out when he was alone at home. Enter Mr. Spike. He was the school swim coach. He had 2 long years with Kody on his team and he thirsted over him every moment. He would not even let himself think on acting on his urges until he finally heard that the boy was turning 18 already. Kody was fully aware of Mr. Spike’s attraction and he was interested in the coach also. Mr. Spike was also a white man of swimmer’s build. He was former military so he still wore a crewcut, tight and neat. Black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a tall 6’ 0”. Kody had thirsted over Mr. Spike since he first laid eyes on him. The last day of school, Kody turned 18, he ran into the coach and was asked if he was doing anything special for his birthday. He responded that he had this family get together but that it was something rushed together because his mom and dad were going out of town the next morning for 2 weeks. This was the opening that Mr. Spike was waiting for. MS: Well if you don’t have any other plans on Friday night, I was looking for someone to come over to my place and help me make some choices. Some choices for the team. For next years’ team that is. I would really like your input if you have the time? Kody blushed and gave a little smirk. K: oh I’d love to go over and help you out. Any way I can. MS: Great then. I’ll write down my phone number and you can text me when you’re ready to come over. I’ll send over the address to my place. Kody took the number down in his phone and was off to home for his birthday festivities. The morning after, Kody said farewell to his parents as they drove off to the airport. They would be gone for 2 whole weeks. But all that Kody could think about was what he was going to wear over to Mr. Spike’s house later that day. Afternoon came and Kody texted his former teacher. The following message was a street address. Kody was nervous but committed to getting some teacher dick to suck on now that he was of age. He got dressed in his favorite underwear, a tee shirt and jeans that showed off his round ass. He took an uber to the address from the message. The uber was a short drive. Mr. Spike was only a few neighborhoods over from Kody’s own home. He got out of the vehicle and walked up to the front door. Nerves hit him and he paused before hitting the doorbell. Kody went over his game plan in his head. He didn’t have much of a game plan. He was just going to throw himself at Mr. Spike and wanted to at least such his dick before he left. He had sucked dick before but this would be his first time with a real man dick. He filled him mind with resolve, took a large breath of air, and touched the doorbell. Mr. Spike answered the door and opened the threshold to his invited guest. Kody glanced his host up and down before walking in. Mr. Spike was extremely casual as well, wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. As Kody walked around Mr. Spike, he noticed that perfect bubble butt perfectly caressed by the jeans the twink was wearing. Mr. Spike ushered the teen to the living room where they found the couch. Kody sat down and was handed the remote for the television. MS: Go ahead and put whatever you want on the tv. I’m gonna go get myself something to drink. Did you want something to drink? K: I’ll have whatever you are having. Mr Spike smiled back at the teen and disappeared into the kitchen. This left the teen alone in the living room where he looked around and tried to take in the whole situation. He eventually found the coffee table right in front of him. There was a second tier that was holding a glass object. Kody’s curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the glass object. He had just placed it on top of the coffee table when Mr. Spike reappeared with two glasses of coke and some G. Mr. Spike walked over and handed the teen his drink. He could tell the teen was trying to formulate the right question of ask, so he cut him off by simply handing the teen his drink. MS: Here you go. It’s a coke with a kick. Mr. Spike held out his glass inviting Kody to tap the drink before they both gulped down their drinks. Kody was unprepared for the slight bitter taste of his drink. He though it must be alcohol. Mr. Spike did say that it had a kick. Besides, he was going to need all the liquid courage he could muster today. After they drained their cups, Kody’s eyes returned to the glass object on the coffee table. Kody opened his mouth to start asking but Mr. Spike cut him off. MS: oh that’s not important. Its just a little fun I have once and a while. Not for kids you know. Let me just put that back down there. He reached for the pipe and lowered it back to it’s original spot. MS: You have the remote remember. Go ahead and put something on. We can just hang before we get to business. Kody’s curiosity kept intruding and he finally gathered his courage and asked Mr Spike what the glass object was. MS: oh that’s just a man’s pipe. It’s filled with some really good stuff but only for men. Sorry boy. Not for you. Kody did know what was coming over him. he had never had any inclination to try any drugs before but there in front of Mr. Spike, he felt the need to prove himself. Kody pulled out the lighter that was stationed next to the pipe. K: How much of a man do you want me to be Mr. Spike? Why don’t you show me? He handed the pipe and lighter over to the host. Mr. Spike was taken back a bit by how forward the boy was being and he loved it. Mr. Spike lit the pipe and took a big hit, letting out a big white cloud. Without talking, he hands the pipe over to Kody. Ever in the rush to prove himself to the man, Kody took his own big hit. He held it in as long as he could before releasing his own white cloud. Mr. Spike was quite impressed. He waved the teen on to keep taking hit after hit. He left the teen finish off the bowl by himself. This left the teen feeling plenty high. MS: Feeling good? Yeah, I know you are. We’ll lets get down to business. I invited you over to help me pick out the uniform for next years swim team. I need you to help model them for me so I can make a good decision. Mr. Spike handed the teen a small bag of clothing and pointed the way to the bathroom. Kody was flying high and did as he was directed. Kody disappeared into the bathroom. MS: Go ahead and try on the black and green pair first. Mr. Spike had just finished reloading the pipe when Kody popped out wearing a pair of black compression shorts with a green lightning bolt through the crotch area. The Coach handed the filled pipe to Kody and started feeling him up. Kody just lit the pipe when Mr Spike’s hands found the teens backside. He left out a soft moan. MS: How do they make you feel? K: they feel great but I don’t think I like the colors. MS: I agree. Lets try a different pair then. Kody retreated to the bathroom and emerged. This time he was wearing a pair of royal blue speedos. The coach handed the pipe to the teen. After his hit, Kody described how these new pair felt. He liked them but found the fabric confining. The teen again retreated but he hesitated to come out and show off the new pair of speedo. He asked Mr. Spike to close his eyes and only after he agreed did he come out. Kody stood there in front of his close-eyed coach in a pair of almost completely see through white speedos. It was a combination of the worn out frabric and the fact that the teen clearly wet the white material making it even more see though than normal. The coach couldn’t help himself anymore, he opened his eyes and marveled at the sight before him. All the man could do was stare and drool. Kody reached forward and picked up the pipe. MS: I think we found a winner. K: Close your eyes again. Please. Sit down please. The coach was happy to oblige with the require. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes. The teen waved his hands in front of the coach’s eyes and got no response. He then dropped the white speedo to the floor. Kody took a step forward and left himself fall into the coach’s arms. Mr Spike felt the wet touch of the teen’s body against his own skin. He let his hands surround the teen and settle down on the teen’s perfectly round ass. He opened his eyes and thought he had died and gone to heaven. He traced the almost unfindable tan lines on the teen’s body. The coach stood up and let his monster dick point it’s way out of the sweatpants he is wearing. He pushes the pipe to the teen and tells him to take a big hit and put his mouth of the coach’s dick. The teen listens as he is told and is blowing clouds on the big 9 inch dick in no time at all. Kody couldn’t believe he was actually doing it. he had planned on sucking the coach off but never really thought in a million years it would actually come true. His own 7 inch dick had long since been set free from the speedo material. Kody was getting all he had dreamt of today and was resolved to heading home soon after he got his coach’s load in his mouth. Mr. Spike had other plans. He picked up the twink and threw him over his shoulder. He took him back to his bedroom. Before Kody would protest, Mr. Spike already had his tongue in the boy’s hole. this was the first time the teen had ever even thought of let alone experienced a rim job. In no time at all, the teen’s hole was a wet slobbery mess. The coach picked him up and pushed him up further on the bed so he could get behind the poor unsuspecting twink. He never even saw it coming. During the rimming, the coach reached underneath his bed for some Vaseline. He lathered up his throbbing dick and placed his thick head at the teen’s hole. By the time Kody felt the slicked up dickhead against his hole, it was too late. The coach pushed forward with a quick jab and the head pushed it’s way into the teen. The teen screamed out loud and had his head pushed down into the bed. He screamed for the coach to stop and pull out. The coach was unrelenting. He kept pushing forward until he bottomed out. Kody was crying out in pain. He begged and begged for this man to stop ripping him in two. Mr Spike just laughed and continued to thrust into the once virgin hole he was now splitting open. At one point, it seemed like Mr. Spike was slowing down. He slowed his rhythm down and held his hips for a moment. This gave the teen a moment to catch his breath and start thanking the coach for stopping. But this moment was short-lived. Mr. Spike just repositioned the twink from his stomach to his back. Never once did he pull out. he left the entire length inside the teen. He pulled the teen’s legs and ankles up on his shoulders and then returned to smashing the poor teen into the bed. K: Please stop. it hurts. Go slower. I’m a virgin. MS: Were a virgin. Nice and tight. You knew you wanted this. You were a virgin but you wanted to come submit to me and take your first load. You wanted this since before you even came over to my house. I’m just giving you what you need. You know you want this big dick. That’s why you smoked up my shit and why you are still a little hard. Kody looked between his body and the coach’s. He was in fact still half hard and leaking precum. K: Oh Gawd. I do like it. Fill me up with your babies. I need every drop deep inside of me. Mr Spike finally collapsed on the twink and filled him to the brim full of his cum. He let the teen clean up and then they chilled for a while before starting over again. They did have a long time before Kody needed to be home afterall. Two weeks was going to go by so fast.

WARNING: SOME VIOLENT CONTENT (2002) i made it to the age of 23 with my virginity intact even though I went to a liberal college famous for its gay activism and cruising. I just couldn't work up the nerve. It bugged me a little because most of my friends had started having sex in high school. It's not like I didn't have a sex drive or was unattractive...I just lacked even the tiniest amount of bravery. Maybe most of you already know that the longer you go without action, the more fantasies and fetishes start blooming in your brain...and the more you beat off. I had accumulated a huge porn collection by the time I graduated and moved out on my own. I decided on my 23rd birthday that I needed to get my cherry popped within a year. I went to a bar in my neighborhood that I figured was gay because of the rainbow flag that hung over the doorway. As luck would have it, it turned out to be the roughest, sleaziest spot in town. The instant I walked in, I knew I didn't belong in this place. The big bear of a bouncer studied my ID for a long time. "Have fun", was all he said after handing it back to me. There were TVs everywhere, showing porn and music videos. Most of the customers were older than me and wore leather stuff. One unhealthy-looking guy sat at the bar wearing nothing but leather bikini shorts. Some of them were handsome and many of them were definitely not. I tried to act like I'd been here a thousand times already but I doubt anybody bought it. The stares were coming from all directions. Dark eyes sizing up the new kid. I saw an open spot at the bar and ordered a beer. I looked at the TV screen above the liquor bottles and wondered what would happen next. There was a guy sitting next to me who was all leathered-up and probably in his 60's. And drunk. The thing was...he was the least threatening man in my vicinity. He was close to passing out...and so I resumed watching an old Madonna video on the screen. My goal was to finish my three dollar beer and leave. Done. Good-bye. I headed for the door and caught the bouncer's eye again. "Not your kind of place, huh? Well at least you didn't have to pay a cover tonight." I felt the need to apologize for some reason. "It's a nice place. I just need to go." "Wait just a minute or two. There was some kind of fight or something in the parking lot and the cops are out there. Cars, flashing lights." I stood there like the scared doofus I was. In my blue Izod shirt, new jeans and loafers. I was so stupid to just saunter in this place. The bouncer hopped up and left me alone...and then soon came back with a fresh beer and a wooden stool for me to sit on. Nice guy. "Thanks. How much longer do you think I need to stay?" He peeked out the window. "They're cuffing somebody. Shit's going down because they've got the K9 unit out. Drugs, probably." We listened as more sirens sang their way to the parking lot. "Holy shit, Does this happen a lot?" "Regularly. You're safe next to me. What's your name?" "Matt. Yours?" "I'm Brian. You're a cutie. Stay here and keep me company." Brian wasn't 'a cutie' exactly. He was in his 30's, very tall, a little fat and had that weird kind f mustache that reminds you of a walrus. He also had bucked teeth. But yet I felt electricity when he looked at me. He had a leather cap which only somewhat disguised that he was losing his hair. We spent the rest of the evening talking about the scene. The scary guys filtered out slowly and then it was closing time. I sat and watched the exit parade. So many of them scowled at me for whatever reason. "Let's go get breakfast," Brian said as he came back. Well, we skipped IHOP and just went to his place. I wanted to. He had a roommate who was always out getting fucked or partying (or both). They used to do it together, but Brian was older, more tired and had specific tastes. He was a "dad looking for a "son". I was agreeing to everything he proposed for us, but the truth is I just wanted sex. I wanted to see him naked at least. And I did. For about an hour. I massaged his back and size 17 bare feet, but then he went to sleep. I slept on the couch for a few hours until sunrise crept into the room. For the next few weeks, we "dated". It was never going to be serious. We weren't what each other wanted. He wanted a "boy". He wanted me to go get leather gear and have my head shaved down to a crew cut. I was okay with being a submissive, but I wasn't cutting my hair or wearing some leather vest or collar out in public. At least he was kinky. He liked to pee on and in me...and had a hatred for condoms. Only problem was that he couldn't get me relaxed enough to take his dick. He once got it almost a third of the way in, and that seemed celebration-worthy. "I didn't cum, but I put some swimmers in there." Brian also wanted to lick my ass, but I never liked the idea of that. It was just too gross. Why would a guy do that to another guy? One night we lied in bad and tried to discuss things. Brian told me about a little device he had that gave out electric shocks. Wha? He was into discipline and control. He had straps and cuffs and gags ready to go. He was older and knew more stuff, but I knew what and what I could not deal with. I was new, but I wouldn't apologize for not being into his scene. "C'mon. Tell me the sickest thing you'd do with another man." His huge dick was hard and standing up. I hesitated. I had some dark fantasies that I'd never say out loud. "Well...." He wanted to hear something, anything that we could share. "I have rape fantasies. I want forced sex. I want to asleep in my bed and have a group of guys break in and fuck me against my will." He laughed. "You're not nearly ready for that. Look how much time and effort it took me to just get partially into your ass. I can make it happen, but you need some preparation beforehand." "How do prepare for a rape?" "Start using a dildo. You need to loosen up that ass of yours first. If you stay tight, the rape won't be sexy for you. It'll feel like somebody breaking your ribs." "Oh." "I've got some here, but they're too big for you to start with. We'll go to 'Treasures' tomorrow and do a little shopping." And so a day later I came home with some little rubber dicks of various sizes and widths. Also some lube. He instructed me to start out with the smallest one and let him know when I got the biggest all the way in. All that week I worked those things into me while watching porn. The last one was the most difficult, but I got it all the way in. And started to enjoy the sensation more and more. When I called Brian to tell him about my progress, he was happy. "That last one is just slightly smaller than my dick! That means I can finally fill you all the way up! I'm saving my load for then. Saturday good?" And it happened. Finally my virginity was officially gone. We fucked regularly for a month, but he was growing bored.He really wanted me to be a true submissive and call him "Dad". He wanted me to wear and collar and have a crew cut. He also wanted to brand me with, like, an actual branding iron. I couldn't make myself love him enough to do all that shit. We drifted apart and the phone calls stopped. I knew the end was coming, but I still missed him. I never went to the bar he worked at, I'd find another place, but I needed some time to grieve, I was convinced I was over it all and ready to be available again that weekend. Saturday probably. On Friday night I got super stoned and listened to Depeche Mode. There was a heavy knock at my door. Shit! Was my music too loud? Did the weed fumes leak out into the hall? I had no clue. "Who is it?" "Security. Can we come in?" Busted. I opened the door slightly and a bunch of large men burst in and I was knocked to the floor. A heavy boot was on my head and then my wrists were tied behind my back with nylon rope. "Gag him, Stan." I could've sworn that was Brian's voice. I almost cried out to him, but there was now a rubber ball in my mouth that was secured with an elastic band around the back of my head. "You sure about this, Brian?" "Oh yeah. He's been wanting this. Carry him to the bed -- it's right through that door." Was this real? I was carried to my bed and plopped down on my back. A big, meaty hand was covering my eyes. "Should I use the blindfold?" "No. Let him see everything so he'll have a nice memory. Get undressed and I'll fuck him first. Danny is last of course." (chuckles) And then I was face to face with Brian. "Christmas came early, Son. No snow, however -- this is a dry Christmas. I wasn't sure what he meant until he plowed his dick into my ass with no lube. My God! It was like having a wad of sandpaper shoved up there. I was unable to scream, but tears formed in the corners of my eyes. He didn't stop. He had his patterns I was familiar with. Fast, fast, slow, still, and then super fast and cum. He rested his heavy body on top of me for a minute and then got up. "You can take the gag out now. I got him nice and lubed for you. I want to hear how much he's enjoying this." A new guy who had acne scars and sort of a mohawk straddled me. He wanted to be sucked. I did. He loved that. I thought he was stiffening his body because he was about to cum, but no, He pissed down my throat. I wanted to pull away, but his knees were locking me into place. And my hands were literally tied. His flow leveled off, and then he started fucking me. He was a little larger than Brian and it wasn't painless, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I liked it when he finally made a final thrust of cum inside me. I was moaning and talking nonsense words of pleasure. "Shit, Brian? Why are you taking a video of this??" "Just in case he flakes out and wants to go to the cops. We have proof that he liked it." Guy # 3 had a huge piercing in the end of his dick. I was glad he didn't want a blowjob because that thing could break a tooth. He just got down to the business of fucking me. I learned then that you really can't feel a metal ring shoved all the way up your rectum. I guess I was all loose and open at that point. I made more groaning noises because I knew Brian wanted to hear them. But really I didn't feel much more than a nice pinch inside. He came and crawled off. How many were there? Was that Danny? Was he the last? "Let him rest a minute and then it's Danny's turn." I looked over at Brian. He was getting all of this on videotape. I looked at the lens and said "These men are innocent. I invited them here to do what you've seen. OK, Brian. You can stop with the camera already." "No way. You're going to want a record of this. Danny has the biggest dick in the city...and it's lethal. He's got some deadly seed in those balls. You gonna get pregnant, Son." 'Danny' sounds like an innocent little kid's name, but the dude hovering over me looked like a chubby Charles Manson after a bender. He let his full weight settle on me before spreading my legs farther apart. He got the head in. "Shit, boy. You're so full of cum and blood. Try to tighten up for me a little. I'll make it worth your while. I got a dirty dick...dirtier than most. You have it in you now. I'm going to plant my poison in you - hope you've got good health insurance." I looked over at Brian. "HIV??" "Among other things", he said while still filming. "We probably all have it. We all fuck the same guys as well as each other. I might have given you some stuff already. Just enjoy Danny now." I tried. He was just so big. Inch after inch kept snaking its way into me. When would it end? He was inhuman. He took the longest to cum. He did and it hit somewhere deep in my organs. "Get dressed, fellas. He's spent. We'll show ourselves out." Brian untied my hands, kissed me on the forehead and left. My sickest fantasy had become a reality. What the hell could be next? I'l keep you posted.

Chapter 2 - Internet Fun and Games are all very well until... He had been scared to even look at 'bad' websites before. Couldn't they track where you went on the internet? Whoever 'they' were - his College, the Government, his parents? However, at College his friends would look at banned violent movies, sometimes even talked about looking at porn. He wondered if he could watch with them - maybe jack off with them - but of course he never asked. Besides if the hammer hadn't come down on them then it seemed clear it wouldn't come down on him and if he was going to look at porn then it would be of a distinctly different flavor. Going in he didn't realise exactly what that flavor would be but he soon found out. He had a very particular taste in such things. Two muscular jocks going at each other got dull fast. Ten muscular jocks going at each other, well so what? An older Daddy with a younger man was more like it. Except that condom had to go - this was his fantasy and who ever fantasized about being fucked with a condom? Then just as you were loving a video the guy pulled out and shot all over the other guy's back or his feet or his sofa or wherever. Apparently everywhere except where that cum was supposed to go. Perhaps there was a little bit of his strict father in him after all. He knew what he wanted from his porn and he'd accept nothing less. It had to be bare and it had to finish with a heavy load shot in a well-fucked asshole, preferably several loads. That was non-negotiable from the start but soon he knew that to excite him the men planting their loads had to be older men, tough or even rough looking men. Men you didn't mess with, men with a little intimidation about them, men that didn't look like they would take no for an answer. As for the guy being fucked well it only made sense that they would look younger, less powerful, more like they were just a hole for the other men's pleasure. The video titles called them twinks and he thought they were his favorite until the most important day in his life. *** They weren't speaking English. He thought it was Russian but who knew? A young man, almost a boy, came towards the camera, blew a kiss and gave a girly little wave. The boy was beautiful - that was the only word for it. Not handsome like a man but beautiful like a girl. The boy had brown hair, expressive bright blue-green eyes, a cute face and flawless pale skin. His body was slim except for a delicious bubble butt. So what? Weren't there plenty of cute boys out there online? Well yes - but not like this one. The hair, the eyes, the smile, that cute pale body - they all reminded the viewer of himself. It was crazy - had he got some family connection to over there? The face was a little different of course but still similar enough that sitting in his bedroom in his parents' house the viewer could imagine it was him there. Posing for the camera, greeting the two big rough bearded men, dropping to his knees and sucking them. Being slapped, being spat on, being sworn at. It was Russian but he still knew they had to be very nasty words - just by the way the men spat them out. When that pretty little mouth had done its job and the men's cocks were hard as a rock they just used the boy. They didn't make love to him or even just fuck him - they USED him. Made the beautiful boy merely a couple of holes for their big hard cocks. Left him exhausted and lying there with cum dribbling down his leg from his well-filled ass. It was shocking, the viewer felt a little guilty even to be seeing it. However, he wasn't only viewing it. He was frantically jacking his dick until his own load shot onto his chest. Perhaps the biggest load he had ever shot from his thin, distinctly undersized, penis. Until the shock of cumming left him wondering what noises he had made and dreading someone having heard him. Still the viewer, for all his fear, didn't take his eyes off that screen. Didn't miss the moment when the camera zoomed in on the Russian boy's face, a face covered in sweat and saliva. A boy exhausted and ruined for the two brutes' pleasure. One of the men walked towards the camera showing clearly his tattooed torso. He and the other man had lots of tattoos. Tribal designs and scripts of course but also a strange sort of round design and weird plus signs and each even had a matching scorpion with a vicious looking sting. "Tupaya Suka - naslazhdaysya nashim podarkom!" The man snarled out the words with contempt and his friend laughed. Then the second man moved back to the boy and behind him. He brought his hand down on the perfect curve of the boy's butt with a hard slap and the boy squealed in protest. Only for a moment before the boy shifted onto his hands and knees on the bed and dropped his head back down to the stained mattress. The first man picked up the camera and moved round to show the boy's butt as he presented it. The hole was still open a little, still had man-seed dribbling from it. The second man moved forward and his long, thick, cock easily reclaimed its rightful place, all the way inside. There were twenty more minutes of the video and three more loads, two on screen and another on the viewer's chest. It was perfect. The perfect porn. Everything about it was just what he wanted. As the subsequent weeks were to show this was the sort of porn that fuelled desires and dictated dreams. *** Walking out of the College Campus one day a young man his own age walked up and gave him a leaflet. Then he noticed a few yards along the same young man getting into an argument. He glanced at the leaflet - 'Support Center for LGBTQ+ Youth.' No wonder that'd caused trouble! The college wasn't friendly to such 'outreach'. Surreptitiously he glanced at the paper. Information on safe sex ('CONDOMS') and a much smaller section about other protection against STDs, especially PrEP. He knew all about that - even his school had rushed through the basics of sex-ed. While pretty much every other student was laughing their asses off about 'faggots' he'd made sure to listen. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he was doing anything. Virginity was a sure safeguard in such matters, The thought almost made him laugh - his parents would at least have approved of that! Sexuality and desire had always been a complicated and rather confusing thing for young Jordan Myers. Given his background and the fact he still lived with his parents how could it have been any different? However recent events, with crystal clarity, had proved to him without any doubt just who he was and what he needed to be. Over the next few weeks he watched THAT video over and over again - when he wasn't watching it in reality he was performing it in his dreams. He was that boy in a dirty, threadbare, apartment on a filthy mattress being fucked into insensibility, being fucked just like he deserved. He became desperate for any moments when his parents were not there and when he was safe for a while from discovery. Then he could look at the video and also at himself in the mirror. He knew he was attractive but the boy was beautiful and he understood where the difference lay. He summoned the courage to buy make-up on his trips into college. Hid it away in a secret stash and got it out in such precious moments to experiment. A little eye make-up made a huge difference. Just a little lipstick allowed the almost feminine nature of his attractiveness to show through, to blaze off the mirror and back into his eyes. Slowly, oh so slowly, he trimmed and thinned his eyebrows while letting his hair grow just a little longer. Not as long as he wanted but as long as he could get away with without exciting suspicion. Even if only he knew that he was growing it and why - that was just so exciting! It took him awhile but he came to want to know more. The video had a few details he could follow up. First there were those words snarled at the boy as he lay there covered in spit and sweat and leaking two men's seed. It took a few efforts but finally he managed to transcribe it reasonably accurately and run it through a translator. 'Dumb bitch - enjoy our gift!' That was so fucking hot! To be that beautiful and desirable and yet just to be these two men's 'dumb bitch'. Perhaps the second part was lost in translation a little. What was the gift the man was laughing about? Their cocks? Well whatever it was - he knew that he wished he had been the one receiving it. That Russian boy felt like a kindred spirit somehow to young Jordan, a fellow-seeker after the true meaning of sex and desire. The boy had been so lucky to find men ready to give him their gift. Ready to film it too and to put it out onto the internet. So the world knew - so nobody could deny who and what he really was. How fortunate that boy was and how Jordan wished he could be that lucky, experiencing all that the Russian boy had experienced and would experience. What else could he find out? Jordan was hungry, no ravenous, to know more. What about those tattoos? The scorpions and the plus signs and that weird round symbol. He couldn't easily search a symbol or a mathematical sign. But the scorpion maybe meant something? He searched and found an astrological sign - which sort of made sense. However, it didn't help much. He pretty much gave up on learning more but idly spooled his phone's screen down the search results. Which is when he saw it. That same weird symbol alongside the image of a scorpion. A link to a forum with a similarly strange name. The Breeding Zone? Jordan clicked the link... ***

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