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Chapter 2 I felt a sudden slap across my face, and I saw white in my eyes and I felt a burning sensation. This dude just slapped me across my face for no reason, what the hell. "It's not Adrian any more white boy, you can call me Daddy or Sir. White slut boys like you need to know your place." Adrian let go of my dick that he had been firmly holding and twisting this entire time. My dick stung like crazy as the blood rushed back and it the numbness started to wear away. The brute of a man sat at the edge of the bed and just stared at me with this piercing brown eyes. "Don't just stand there baby boy show me what we got to work with. I knew I wanted to fuck your preppy little college ass when I saw you sitting there in the airport, with your little booty shorts that only went down to the middle of your thigh, like all you little slutty college boys wear, and those white tube socks and white Converse. Goddamn you looked so fuckable, it took me all I could not to fuck you right there. I couldn't believe you agreed to come to my room. I knew right then my dirty dick would be in your ass tonight". My face went beet red hearing Adrian, or I guess "Daddy", talking to me like that like I was some kind of chick. I squirmed and didn't know what this man was asking me to do. I also wondered why the hell he referred to his dick as "dirty". He suddenly reached up and ripped away my towel, and I stood there fully nude with my cock hanging free just a few feet from this stranger. "Ok ok, looks like baby boy has a nice little baby dick. Not bad for a white boy, but I know you're not pleasing any women with that thing". I was so embarassed, but I also felt my anger rising inside me hearing this man insult me like that. My cock was about 6 inches long and nicely thick, and I had never heard any complaints from the women. It was average from what I had seen in locker rooms growing up. "Turn around and lets see the business side. Show me that college dumpy. Lets see if those cakes look as nice as they did in this little shorts you were wearing". I slowly turned around, awkwardly, having never been in this position before. "Oh look at those two tight white cakes. Goddamn my big cock is gonna look so good pushing between them. Spread those cheeks faggot let me see that little pucker." I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, with my eyes closed, hoping that would somehow help spare me the embarassment if I pretended I wasn't in the room. I felt Adrian brush his finger around my crack, pressing at my hole. "Thats a tight pussy. You ever put anything up this tight ass boy?'" he asked me. "N..No....No Sir" I told him back with a shaky voice. "Mmhmm. I knew you were a little virgin college prep. Thinking you're straight jock with a girl. Wait until you get this black rod up that ass pussy. I guarantee all you little white fucks are the same. Once you take this cock balls deep you'll be begging for more. I bet you'll be a true little cock slut by morning". I told myself there was no way in hell I would ever let myself enjoy this. I was a straight man who loved women, there was no way I would ever enjoy a dick up my ass. "Bend over my lap here boy I wanna get started". I shuffled around and laid across this mans lap, like a little kid who was in trouble. I could not believe I was doing this. "This is whats gonna happen now slut. I'm gonna slap this ass around a bit, bring a little color out of it. I think it helps my boys realize whos in charge here". I rolled my eyes, as if I didn't already know I clearly was not the one calling the shots here. As I laid across Adrian's lap I noticed a new tattoo that I had not noticed before. Just above his waist line of his boxers was a weird symbol, kinda like the ones you see in the chemistry lab on dangerous chemicals. I don't think what Adrian told me totally clicked, because when I felt the first blow to my ass cheek I let out a squeel and stood out on my tip toes, trying to move. But Adrian's other hand held my firmly in his lap."I like when they squeel and squirm", Adrian said to nobody in particiular. "I'm gonna gonna forgive you this time white boy, but a good little faggot always thanks Daddy when he gives him something". "Yes sir" I responded, just before another blow struck my ass. "Thank you...Sir" I grunted out, with tears my in eyes from the pain. This was followed by a quick succession of three more slaps to my ass cheeks, which I quickly thanked him for to avoid any trouble. This went on for what felt like forever, with no random order. My ass would get spanked once, followed by a long silence as I laid across his lap, followed by three slaps, silence, then two slaps, silence, then three again, and then 1. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was pretty sure I was not gonna be able to sit for a week. Tears from the pain were rolling down my face, but I tried to keep it togther to show I wasn't weak. The weirdest thing was that my my cock got hard as Adrian beat my ass, and stayed hard the entire time. This didn't go unoticed by him, "Look at that hard little dicklet. Looks you are already turning into a little faggot, hard like that just from getting your ass slapped around. Straight men woudn't do that." As quick as it started, I was suddenly pulled off Adrians lap and told to get on my knees. I didn't know what he had in store for me next, but I was so happy to get a break from the spanking. "That ass is red as a tomato boy. You should see my handprints all over it. Its kinda cute. If you forget who's calling the shots tonight you will find your ass bent over my lap again until you remember who's in charge. Stay on your knees fag I gotta grab some stuff for our next lesson". Adrian walked away and I could hear him digging in his suitcase. I was afraid to look over, mostly because I didn't want to see what he was doing, but also because I didn't want him to think I was disobeying him. I kept my eyes looked on the flower pattern of the bed comforter in front of me for several minutes before I heard Adrian walking back. "Put your hands behind your back". As I moved them behind me, Adrian quickly grabbed one wrist and put some kind of leather strap around it and buckled it. This same process was followed by my other wrist. As soon as both wrists had the straps secured, I felt Adrian pull them together and I heard a clasp. My hands were stuck behind my back, and could not move them or get out of the straps if I tried. "That should keep those little white hands out of the way as you suck my big cock" Adrian whispered in my ear as he now grabbed my foot. The same process was repeated on my feet, the only difference was there was about a foot of chain between the two straps that allowed me to move them, ever so little but I could still move them. Adrian told me "I always care a little fuck boy kit when I travel, just in case I come across a little white slut boy like you who needs to be broken". Adrian came back around and sat on the bed in front of me. I remained kneeling in front of him, with my heart racing. I didn't know what was next, but I knew I had now given up total control to Sir. This was my first chance to really take a good look at Adrian up close. I could see his chest had a small amount of hair that covered his tight pecs. His stomach was tight, he didn't have a 6 pack but it was firm with a definite v shape. He had bulging veins that ran up both arms. It was apparent he spent some time in a gym. My eyes again noticed the biohazard tattoo, but I still had no clue what it meant. I could see the large bulge in his boxer briefs staring at me, intimidatingly. Of course this guys got a big cock I thought to myself, nervously, not knowing how I was going to manage this. "Time to meet your new friend fag" Adrian said to me as he roughly grabbed my head and rubbed it against his crotch. I could feel his cock rubbing against my face through his boxers. I could smell a musk, and a hint of piss. My own cock continued to betray me and was hard as a rock, even though I told myself I was not enjoying this. "I like you little bitches to have your hands tied down when they suck my cock for the first time. Keeps 'em out of the way, and that way you fucks can't try and push away the first time this big hog stretches their throat." Adrian pulled his boxers down to his ankles and he pulled my face in closer to his crotch. "Get that mouth on my cock slut boy. Keep this teeth off my dick or you're gonna regret it." I knelt there, frozen, not sure I could find the strength to put this big cock in my mouth. His cock was semi hard, and was already 6 inches and thick, with a big set of balls hanging low below it. Even his cock looked like it worked out, it had veins running all around it in all of the right places. "You like what you see? Thats what a real mans cock looks like fag boy. Get a good look at what gonna break that cherry ass here in a little bit". I must have waited too long, because Adrian grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled me by the hair in closer, "open that little mouth bitch and start working on this cock before you really regret it". I took this as encouragement and took another mans cock into my mouth for the first time. I had the big pink head in my mouth and it tasted kind of salty and felt fleshy. I started to suck, trying to replicate that way Audrey went down on my dick when she gave me dome. "Back and forth, just like that. You're getting the hang of this baby boy. You're doing good. You sure this is the big black cock in that pretty mouth?" I didn't answer, my mind numb with focusing on working this cock in my mouth, with the focus of maybe getting him off now and saving my ass. His cock was now rock hard, and looked to be about 8.5" long, and fairly thick. My mouth really had to stretch to take that log into my mouth. I was able to work about 4 inches in before I would gag and sputter. I felt a light slap to my face, and I looked up at Adrian with his cock filling my mouth. "Daddy asked you a question you little faggot. When I talk you better answer. This the first cock in your mouth boy?" "Mmmpmmph" I tried to answer back, with saliva now running out the corners of my mouth and running down my chin. Adrian continued pulling my head by the hair up and down his hard cock, back and forth, for what felt like forever. I could feel it twitch in my mouth, and Adrian would let out an "oh fuck baby", "goddamn work that cock", fuck that mouth feels so good on that big cock". I had a weird sense of pride that Adrian was enjoying this, and that I was doing a good job. Adrian was getting rougher and rougher with my mouth, and I was talking more of his cock. I could get about 5 inches, but every time it hit the back of my throat I would gag and sputter like I was gonna throw up. The back of my throat was starting to hurt as his cock head repeatedly slammed into it. Adrian took a more sympathetic tone, and told me I had to breath through my nose and just open my mouth and swallow his cock. He kept a hold of my hair, and rubbed my face softly with his other hand. His foot rubbed at my cock, "Look at that little white dicklet, hard as a rock. I knew you were gonna love being a fag. You were always a little fag deep down inside. I just had to bring it out". Tears ran down my face, I was unsure if it was from shame or from the cock in my throat. Maybe both. "I didn't tell you earlier, must have slipped my mind" Adrian smirked, as he continued "if you do a good job tonight you might get a gift later". What the fuck was this guy talking about. At this point, as my mouth was still being fucked by his cock, I didn't care and thought nothing of it. I am sure it was just some other twisted game he was trying to play with my head. After about 15 minutes of sucking Adrians cock my mouth was a total mess. There was spit and slobber running all down my face and chest. Adrian pulled my head back one last time and told me that was enough sucking his cock. "Not bad for your first time, don't worry we will train that little mouth to deepthroat my cock. Time to get on the bed put this cock up your pussy and take that cherry". Adrian pushed me forward onto the bed and I felt his body on the bed behind me. I knew I was about to get fucked and my heart was racing. I thought there was absolutely no way I could take his cock. "Da...Daddy....I don't think that big cock is gonna fit up my ass. It's gonna wreck me. Can I just keep sucking it until you cum?" I asked Adrian, trying to sound cute hoping he would take sympathy on me. I felt his hands softly rub my ass checks. I could feel his hard wet cock head touch my ass from time to time as it moved back and forth. He tapped my ass cheeks and told me "Baby boy this big cocks going up your ass tonight. You're not the first cherry I've broken and you're gonna love it once it's in, like all little white fuck sluts do. But it's gonna hurt like hell first". I was sick to my stomach and sweating. My heart was racing. How the fuck was he gonna fit the cock up my ass.

Visiting London for a business trip and i arrived yesterday evening, while I was checking in the concierge was checking me out and we exchanged some small talk and i headed to my room and waited for my luggage to be brought up by the bellboy. I stripped down the second I walked in the room cause i thought it would take a few minutes but then heard door knock so I covered up with a towel and opened the door to find a stunning young man, black and taller than me, I laughed and apologized as he organized my luggage in the room and he too laughed and mentioned the liked the view with a grin. bingo. i dropped the towel and tolled him he could come up anytime for some fun and gave him my number as he mentioned he'll finish hus shift soon. as I was waited I hopped in the shower to freshen up and make sure my hole was nice and clean and opened the apps as i was getting hungry for loads. immediately i was hit by a blank profile 2 meters away, sending a body and cock pic. he had a swimmers body, 19 and what looked like a nice thick 8" dick, i invited him to my room and he said that he's just changing hus clothes from the uniform cause he also worked at the hotel. bingo!!! 5 min later he knocks on the door, I didnt bother with clothes and opened the door naked to his surprise lol, he was gorgeous looking and l let him in and we started kissing while i stripped him off his clothes and he was feeling my hole and cock as well, I dropped to my knees ans shoved his hard cock all the way in till my nose was buried in his blond pubes and he gasped. a few min later he pulls out, raised me and dropped me on the bed on my back, pulled my legs up and started eating my hole like a pro, shoving his tounge deep and expanding it using his fingers, 1, the 2, 4 until I begged him to fuck me now!!! he asked if i wanted him to use a condom or not so i just pulled him closed and guided his big raw cock to my hole, he took the hint and started to penetrate me, it felt sooooooo good and in no time he was balls deep. gave him the nod and asked him to fuck me hard, and fuck me hard he did! 30 minutes of rough fucking me deep, choking me and calling me a cumdump slut (which totally turned me on!) till he started shouting he was about to cum and I just held him closer and deep in me till he deposited a huge load! he kept hard and started fucking me gently a feeling my cum filled hole around his hole he told me he had Hyperspermia and can cum large volumes multiple times!!! BINGO!!! so he slowly picked up the pace till he was fucking me hard again, this time i was in doggy as he was pounding me hard working towards his second load till it arrived 15-20 min later, flooding my hole with so much cum adding to his first load. he looked at the time and told me he had to get to his bf but they might come back later together! i cleaned off hus cock and tasted his sweet cum and while he was getting dressed I found my big plug and asked him to shove it in so i could keep all his cum in. as he was leaving the black bellboy messaged and said he'll be off in a few minutes ans asked if i wanted him to come over now. i filled him in that i already had 2 loads in me and he got excites and said he'd be right over. less then 5 min later he was in my room, stripping and revealing a muscular body and an impressive 10" thick cock with a huge head that got me drooling! on my knees, with a plugged hole and full of cum i started deep throating his beautiful cock, feeling his huge head widening my throat making my eyes water. he gently started skull fucking me while he bent over feeling up my plugged wet hole. this went for a while and he told me he can fuck for long ans cum multiple times. bingo! then we moved to the bed, back on my back and he started to pull out the plug and my hole was leaking so much cum so he asked me how i managed to score so many loads so fast so I told him it was actually just 2 loads, his eyes lit up and asked if Rob fucked me and he described exactly the previous guy that loaded me up lol as he was telling me they were friends that played together also with their bf's he shoved his huge cockhead in me making me feel so full and happy. very soon after he was balls deep and fucking me very long and hard, making me squill from pleasure till I realized I was cumming all over myself hands free, causing my hole to grip his cock tight and him to flood my hole with big load number 3 of the evening!!! He pulled out and climbed on top of me, bringing his cock to my mouth to clean while i was clenching my hole tight to keep all the cum in me, feeling is sloshing inside me. he never got soft and soon after be laid on his back and i was riding him hard. I enjoyed it so much i didnt was it to end! his second load took him longer and he was we fucked almost 45 min, both working up a sweat till he was panting and dumping his 2nd load deep in me. by now my hole was a complete mess and felt so good!!! we cuddled a bit keeping his big cock lodged in my hole making out and he never got soft. soon he was rocking back and forth slowly fucking me deep, this went on for while and we switched positions all the time, doggy, on my back, riding him, standing up, bending over the big window hoping someone will watch and more. the best part was when he asked if i brought a dildo with me so i took out my 10" dildo and he started shoving it in me and then he added his own cock. by now my hole was so well lubed with so much cum and stretched from being pounded so hard I took it in like the good cumdump i am. he managed to cum 2 more times as he double penetrated me with the dildo, making me cum 2 more times hands free! by the time he was spent we were both 2 sweating bodies, my hole was buzzing and overflowing with cum which was plugged again. we headed for a quick shower and he said that he'll chat with his bf and Rob and try to organize a group fuck for us all, and maybe they'll bring more friends. bingo!!! 4 hours since i checked in was full of 5 loads, by hotel employees, having plans with 4 hot lads to fuck me hard and potentially even more to join. i went to sleep a happy cumdump last night with my hole remaining plugged lol in the morning before breakfast I managed to score one more load from a hot 40 year old dumping a quick load before he left to the airport. now i am in meetings, chatting with Rob and Marcus organizing the activities for the night. so far they'll be 6 guys (some are also working at the hotel) and they are talking with more friends to bring over. This is going to be a fun trip!

It was raining, I was home alone, and as usual - horny. Over the last few months I had barely been able to control my urges to fuck. Or more specifically be fucked. I knew I was gay from an early age and never fought it, but I did hide it well. But now in my late 20s I was free, single, submissive, and very breedable. I had recently started barebacking regularly with a few fwb who I felt safe with. I wasn't a chaser, I just loved the feeling of an 8 inch cock exploding inside me. But tonight none of my regular guys were available. And I needed to get fucked and flooded badly. After a few drinks I hopped on gridnr and filtered to tops in my area who had a bb tag on. It didn't take long before a message popped on my phone. Strong tall and and an 8.5" cock? It didn't take much to convince me. He had my address in minutes, and I was already hard. We didn't discuss status and it wasn't listed on his profile. I was neg and had just been tested, which was on my profile. When he got the door I was already down to my boxers and ready to play. No small talk. He came in and started kissing and groping me. I pulled him back to my bed and we both got fully undressed. As he took his pants off I noticed what looked like a biohazard tattoo on his thigh, but didn't think much of it as I was distracted by his beautiful thick cock. I went down on him and sucked his cock until it was rock hard in my mouth. He moaned and quietly said 'get up here, I want to fill you up'. I was so horny and desperate for breeding that I immediately bent over for him and offered my bare ass up doggy style. But as he slid the first inch of his cock inside I looked back and said hey you're neg right? Embarrassed I hadn't asked before. 'You'll be good' he said, and I took that that for what it sounded like and proceeded to let him slide all the way in, filling me all the way up. His cock felt amazing and he fucked me slow and deep with passion. We switched from doggy to missionary back to doggy again. I could feel him speeding up and knew he wanted to cum when he leaned in and whispered in my ear 'I know what you really want. im going to claim you, you're already mine. I am going to flood your body with my toxic load and you're going to take every drop, slut'. Panic rushed over me, he was poz? But as soon as it did, the ecstasy of his cock pushing deeper and deeper overcame it. 'I'm not on prep' I managed to choke out through my moans. 'No? Why not slut?' I panicked again. Why wasn't I on prep? I'd been barebacking for months. I had access, the funds, I could have been on it this whole time. Instead here I was, taking it raw from a poz and apparently toxic top. I moaned as his cock continued to slide in and out of me. 'Want me to pull out? You might still have time.' he whispered in my ear, I could hear him smiling as he drove his cock deep into me again, precum undoubtedly dripping into me. Despite everything running through my head, I found myself continuing to push back on his cock, forcing him deeper inside me. 'No' I moaned. What? No?! 'What's that slut?' he grinned. 'No, fill my fertile cunt with your load. Cum in me! Please knock me up' I moaned loudly. I couldn't believe the words coming from my own mouth. And as I did he sped up and shot the biggest load I've ever taken 8 inches deep in my bare ass. We laid there for moment panting and moaning softly. His toxic cum running down my thigh but plenty still buried deep inside. That was it, it was over. No going back. I took a huge poz load. He looked at me and grinned. 'I knew you wanted it. You wanted to get knocked up. I've been watching your account for weeks. Now you're mine. Ruined raw poz slut. My little cum dump to fill over and over again whenever I want. How does that sound?' Fucked like never before, full of poz cum, and in love with his perfect cock I responded quickly 'Don't wait. Stay with me tonight. Fill me again. And again. Make sure I'm yours. I'll give it all up.' He fucked me four more times, the last time making me get on top and ride his load into myself. By the time the sun came up I was dripping, full, and covered with cum. 3 weeks I later I was pozzed for sure. He came over an hour after I got my results and filled me 3 more times. I took every load willingly as I fully submitted to being a poz cumdump for my new man.

1 Adam It was just past midnight as I made my way to the kitchen. Stopping just long enough to look through the Jack and Jill bathroom towards my step-brother Shayne’s bedroom, it appeared that the lights were out so I proceeded down the stairs and into the kitchen. The room was dimly lite by a nightlight, and I made my way to the refrigerator and opened the door, bathing the kitchen in the glow of light, I pulled out the jelly and some bread, closing the door extinguishing the light and sending the kitchen back into a mellow glow of the night light. I popped the bread in the toaster and opened the jelly, pulled out a knife and waited for the toast to pop up, upon so I spread across some peanut butter and jelly folding the halves together I turned to see Shayne standing in the entrance. Mom was on a business trip and my stepdad was having a boy’s night out, playing poker or whatnot, it was just me and Shayne home alone. II had turned 18 back in October and it was just past the New Year, Shayne being home from college for the holidays. Shayne was just two years older than me, he had a older brother James who was 21 and a younger brother, Mark who was just seven months older than me. As I looked across the kitchen wearing just some checkered boxers and a oversized tee shirt, I gawked at Shayne in just a Jock and a tight wife beater that showed off every muscle in his toned body, every one of his sixpack was on display. I quickly took a seat at the table to hide my growing erection, while Shayne clicked on the light and sauntered across to the kettle and turned it on. S. “I thought I heard a mouse, midnight snack eh” A. “yeah, I got hungry, pizza just didn’t do it for me” S. “I got thirsty, decided on a hot Chocolate” There was silence for a few minutes. I could feel my hard cock leaking precum, dampening my boxers and running down the inside of my thigh. Shayne poured some hot water in a cup and blended in a packet of powder, then came over and sat next to me, gripping my knee hard he suggested we get to know each other better. I’m Adam and I stand about five foot ten and a half, athletic body from playing sports for most of my life, doing football and baseball, Shane was about six foot one, he too was an athlete excelling at wrestling and water polo. My parents were friends with Shayne’s parents growing up and still remained friends even after the divorces. So I had actually known Shayne most of my life, actually looked up to him and his brothers as I grew up, he was one of my first crushes when I realized I was into guys, but realized he would never be that way being so macho. I realized I was gay when I was younger and my best friend and I would hang out, I had the biggest crush on Robert, but I could never tell him I was falling in love with him, that all sort of ended in 8th grade when his parents moved him to a different town a couple cities away, we stayed in touch but rarely got the chance to hang. Shayne gulped down the last of his chocolate as I finished my P.B. and J. I awkwardly got up, facing away from Shayne so as not to reveal my boner and the huge wet spot on my shorts I walked a couple of steps and suddenly felt Shayne behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered into my ear. S. “I think now is as good a time to get to know each other better’ He led me through the kitchen flipping off the light as he went, his arm draped across my shoulders and guided me up the steps, past my bedroom and into his. As I entered his room I noticed some LED strip lights across the headboard and around part of the room at ceiling level, his laptop was open on his desk, the bed covers were a bit disheveled, he pressed a button on his laptop as he led me to the center of the room next to the bed. He turned me around, pulled me towards him, taking my face between his palms, he bent down and kissed me. I was startled at first then went with the kiss, his tongue lapped at my lips and I parted them, his kisses became more passionate and he was soon groping my hard cock through my boxers and I fondling his engorged member through his jock, soon both boxers and jock lay on the floor and he lifted my tee shirt over my head and his tank top from his torso we were naked together exploring each other’s bodies. He laid me down on the bed and placed his body weight on top of me, we were actually compatible in weight, both weighing in around 160#, he ground his cock into mine and began licking his way down my body, while caressing every inch he could reach. He soon had my cock between his lips and was giving me my first blow job, it sure beat jerking off, he wet his fingers and probed my ass, he licked down my sculptured thighs and calves and sucked in my toes first one foot then the other, he raised my legs and licked down the backside of them finally lifting me back so my legs were behind my shoulders my ass exposed as he began tonguing my hole, probing a little with his fingers then sucking on my pucker, I soon felt his tongue enter me and I knew I must be dreaming. He had me loosened up in no time then placed a little brown bottle under my nose and commanded breath in deep, I did as my older step brother commanded, a buzz came across my head as my body began to heat up, I breathed in again through the other nostril the buzz intensified and I felt full, my stepbrother was balls deep in my ass. It felt good to be filled then sudden pain had subsided and he was working his magnificent cock in my hole, my fantasy was coming true. Shayne pumped for a couple minutes, then it all sort of became easier, my ass suddenly slicker and his pounding became intensely pleasurable I soon found myself moaning and pleading A. “fuck me bro, I have fantizied bout this for a long time, pound my hole make me yours” ”ah yeah fuck me, mark me with your seed, breed your little bro” It went on for about thirty minutes before Shayne bellowed out S. “ Aw fucking A, breeding my Baby Bro with my Tainted seed, going to knock you up, make you Mine” He kept grunting and pumping into me my ass getting slicker than it was before, he shoved a little harder and a burst of pain shot through me as I realized he was pushing past my second ring and cumming deep in my gut. Shayne collapse on top of me, smothering me with kisses and pushing his pelvis harder into my ass, I felt so full, but my cock was still rock hard and precum was filling my belly button and coating my abs. through all that I had not cum, I felt his cock twitch inside me as he began another volley of thrust, he was still rock hard and was gearing up to fuck me some more, as I felt the head repeatably push past my inner ring new feelings of pleasure began to wash over me, I was orgasming in my ass but wasn’t Cumming, my hole clamping down and convulsing around Shayne’s cock milking another load deep into me. Spent Shayne rolled off of me pulling me on top of him while passionately kissing and biting my lips and neck. I returned the kisses and began licking my way down his sweaty body, giving him the same treatment he had given me, cum dripping from my hole I reached around and gathered some up and slicked it on his hole, lined my 9 inch cock up with the opening and pushed in. I had been so stimulated it only took me a few minutes to fill up my step brother with my load, I started to push hard and soon breached his inner ring making him grunt then I kept pumping until he too began to reel from a anal orgasm. I rolled off Shayne then looked over at him with a sheepish grin. A. “I think were on our way to knowing each other” S. “you might be right, now come here” Shayne pulled me up close to him as I became the little spoon and we cuddled together his cock buid in my ass, and soon fell asleep. We changed positions a couple time me spooning him and sliding my tool deep in his gut breeding my step-bro

Hey guys. This is the first story I've written in awhile. I used to have an account as btm4bbrn, but deleted it awhile back for personnel reasons. This first chapter has a bunch of lead up, I promise there will be more exciting chapters soon. As always, feed back is always a appreciated! Check out my other stories. They are: Scorpion Bikers Turned Over Christmas XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Chapter 1 This is a story about how I, a once straight college jock boy, was turned into a bottom slut for black cock overnight by a random stranger. A little about me. My name is Riley, and I am about to start my Sophomore year of college. I'm about 19 years old, and stand about 6'2" and 170lbs. My white body is not overly muscular, but I was pretty toned from playing sports in high school and hitting the weights during my freshman year. I have brown hair, with a high fade on the sides that led to longer hair on top that I kept in a messy look. It all started as I was waiting at the gate to catch my flight back to college. I had just flown into Chicago from Iowa, and was waiting to catch my connecting flight. I grew up in a smaller midwestern town and I was going to college in Georgia. I did not want to be so far from home, but I had gotten an academic scholarship. Due to the distance, my parents decided to pay for me to fly back to school to save on a multi day road trip in my car that was not all that reliable. They had drove me down to school last year, but this year they decided that I could make the trip down myself. I sat at the gate, waiting for the 830pm flight, scrolling through Tik Tok on my phone with my airpods in. I noticed movement in the corner of my eye, and saw somebody sit down across from me. I looked up and saw a very large black man sitting there, also scrolling through his phone. This man looked to be in his late 30's, and he was wearing dress slacks and polo shirt. This man was ripped, with bulging arms with big veins that were stretching the sleeves of his shirt. His pants were tighter, and I noticed his calves and thighs looked solid against the fabric. He looked to be about 6'4", with hair buzzed short on the sides that led to longer curly hair on top. He and black scruff on his face, and I could see some tattoo's stretching out from under his sleeves and going down his arms, but I was unable to make out what they were. I went back to my phone, and soon heard the gate agent come over the PA to say that the flight was delayed due to maintence. About an hour later, the gate agent came back on and told us that they were unable to fix the issue and that the flight would be cancelled. The next flight would be the next day when they were able to get a spare part in. I groaned and pulled out my cell phone, calling my girlfriend over my airpods. I had been dating Audrey since the middle of my freshman year, and we had managed to do the long distance relationship over the summer. The phone rang, and she eventually picked up. I told her about the flight, and she was upset that it was now going to be even longer until we were able to see each other, even if it was only another couple hours, or at most a day. I told her I would spend the night in the airport since I didn't have money for a room, and we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. No sooner then right after I hung up the phone and took my airpods out did a hear a voice, and realized the black man sitting across from me was talking to me. "Bro you really planning to spend the night in the airport? Thats fucking brutal!" the man said. "Yeah dude, headed back to school and I'm pretty tight on money. Looks like I'm camping out tonight" I smirked and said back to him as I gathered my things. "Nah man. I just booked a room at the airport hotel here. It's got two beds. I can't let you stay here over night buddy thats just wrong". I told him I appreciated the offer, but I would be fine staying for just one night. The man was persistent, and would not talk no for an answer. He was adamant that I take up his offer, telling me he just felt bad knowing I was gonna be sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. He eventually wore me down, and I agreed to stay with him, mostly because it was apparent he was not going to take no for an answer. I figured whats the worst it could be, it's only one night and it beat sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. Little did I know this decision would change my life forever. I grabbed my backpack and followed him, as he drug his small carry on bag behind him. We made small talk as we walked across the airport and over to the hotel across the street. I found out his name was Adrian, and that he was here visiting for work and trying to get home as well. I told him I was going back to college, and that I was from Iowa. We stopped at the baggage carousel on the way out of the airport to grab my luggage, but the airline said the luggage was already loaded into the plane and they did not have the staffing to have anybody unload them. I just laughed to myself, my day had gone from bad to worse.What next I thought to myself. I did not have any spare clothes or anything to wear besides what I had on. Adrian just laughed and "Boy they are really screwing you over tonight. Don't worry we will figure something out", and with that he kept walking. We got checked into the hotel, and Adrian insisted we grab food at the restaurant in the hotel lobby. I tried to just sit there and not order anything since I did not have money, but Adrian insisted I order and that he was buying. I ordered a burger and a water, and we made small talk as we ate. Adrian asked about school, home, and if I had a girlfriend. I filled him in on Audrey, and he just smiled and said "good for you bro." I found out he was single, and had just joined a business firm after getting out of the military and he was traveling for work. Adrian sat and drank whiskey while I sipped on water as we visited. I wanted nothing more but to get to the room so I could get to bed and get on my flight the next day, but Adrian seemed to be in no sense of a hurry. We continued talking, mostly him asking me questions and staring at me with his brown eyes. His attitude was matter of fact, and he was kind of arrogant, but who was I to judge a man who was giving me a place to stay and even bought me a meal. Eventually the restaurant said they were closing and forced us out. We grabbed our things and I followed Adrian up to the room. Once in the room, Adrian told me I could hit the shower and wash the travel dirt off of me. I didn't particularly want to shower, but he said it in a way that made me feel like I should, and I felt like it was the polite thing to do if this man was suggesting it. "I know you don't have anything to change into, I'll see if I have anything for you to wear buddy" he called out as I went into the bathroom. I told him that was not necessary and got into the shower. I turned off the water and got out of the shower. As I pulled the curtain back I noticed all of my things were out of the bathroom. My clothes were gone, and my wallet and cellphone were missing from the bathroom counter. What the fuck I thought to myself. "Hey Adrian have you seen my things?", I yelled out of the bathroom. "Bro I grabbed them, come out here I found something for you to wear". Jesus I thought to myself, this guy is just over the top. I tucked a towel around my naked waist, and awkwardly walked out of the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was standing at the foot of the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs and a gold necklace. I could see his chest was firm and round, and the crotch of the boxers had a rather large bulge. This threw me off at first, but then I quickly figured Adrian must be getting ready to hop in the shower himself. "Get the fuck over here faggot and get on your knees". What the fuck I thought to myself, there's no fucking way. This guy must have me confused for something else. "Ah...ha...I don't swing that way buddy, remember I told you I have a girlfriend?" This seemed to put Adrian into a rage, and I saw fire in his eyes. He lurched forward, and grabbed me by the throat with one hand, and grabbed my dick through the towel with his other hand. I immediately panicked, and tried to back up and break free, but this man towered over me and was much stronger. He held me with a firm grip, and I struggled to breath as he held my throught and it felt like he was going to rip my dick off. "Did you think you were getting all of this for free boy? You think you were just gonna take advantage of a free room, eat a meal on my dime, and not have to pay for it? No I know your white college ass is broke as fuck, but you're gonna pay another way. Maybe next time you should think twice about staying with random strangers". My heart race and I panicked, not knowing what the fuck was going on or how I was going to be able to talk myself out of this predicament. "Please..just let me...go man I'm so sorry" I struggled to get out, with the large black hand still firmly around my neck. "You got two options here white boy. Either you can walk out of this room right now, stark naked and figure out what to do with yourself, or you can spend the night with me and work off your debt in other ways with that sexy body of yours. If you stay, you're gonna become very friendly with my big cock before you catch that flight tommorrow. Also, I got your phone and wallet locked in the safe, so those will be staying with me until I decided to give them back in the morning". Adrian eased up on my throat, and asked "Well whats it gonna be boy?". I sat there in silence, not knowing what to say or do. It felt like I had a frog in my throat and my stomach had dropped to the floor. I had no idea what other option I had other than to stay, because god knows I couldn't walk into the lobby naked as the day I was born without being arrested. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was repulsed at the thought of what this man planned to do to me, but I decided that I would do what I had to do to get through the night and get on my plan tommorrow and let all of this be a distant memory. "I...uh...I guess I will...uh...guess I will stay Adrian" I gulped and looked down at my feet, wishing I could just crawl into a hole and disappear. My hands were trembling and I dreaded what the rest of this night might bring.

I recently ended a relationship were I was a top only and it was kinda frustrating. Finally got a douche again and put it to use. Texted this muscle hung top and asked if he wanted to breed me and he said yes!. Two hours later he was entering my office while grabbing my ass. I was wearing some loose sweatpants and a thong as he asked. We kissed for a bit and then he bent me over slide the thong to the side and started shoving his bareback cock up my previously dildoed hole. We recorded a bit of the action, wish we wouldve recorded more. He was so into it and I was loving it since it had been a while since Id gotted barebacked. He finally started cumming inside me real deep. He left and I hurried home and started playing with my biggest dildo. He came tons and I churned all his cum! Definitely wanna start getting bred often!

More is on the way, either this upcoming weekend or the next. I'm considering bringing this story to a close soon (not sure how yet) either temporarily or with a final chapter. I don't want Will and Dom to overstay their welcome. We'll be coming up to 2 years in a few months. I honestly never thought I'd write what is a full-length novel. Thanks for reading. There may be a future for Peter stories or even stories of Doctor Wade fucking up lives somewhere. A traveling doctor leaving toxic men behind... Not sure. If there is something you haven't seen yet that you want to see (beyond Ryan and Lewis converting) let me know. I'll see what I can do. No promises. Until my next post, happy cumming!

I was traveling for work and checked out Grindr. Being in a smaller town there wasn't much around. I came across a profile of a mid 40s black guy. Toned body, claimed he had a ten inch cock. I was skeptical, but he showed me his album and I could see he did have a big cock. He was in a hotel 40 minutes away, and I agreed to meet up with him. I prepped and left. When I got to the hotel he opened the door wearing only a pair of jeans and no shirt. His cock was rock hard and looked MASSIVE. It went down to his mid thigh and looked like he seriously had a cucumber in his pants. I went inside, and he grabbed me and started kissing my neck and pinching my nips. I was rock hard immediately. I got on my knees and he dropped his pants. He was going commando, . and he wasn't lying about the ten inches. I thought there was no way I was going to be able to take something that big in my ass. I started sucking it and my mouth barely fit around it and I could only take about half of it down my throat. My hand didn't close when I stroked it. Eventually he decided it was time to fuck me. I told him the only way I would be able to get that big cock in right away was if I rode it. I slowly slid down his cock, and after a bit I had the whole raw cock in my ass and his balls were resting against my cheeks. My ass had never felt so full. After I stretched a bit I started going to town. The guy stopped me and told me he was close and didn't want to come yet. He pushed me back, his cock never left my ass, and started fucking me doggy. He came after a bit and collapsed on my back. His cock never went totally soft. After a few minutes he was hard again and started fucking me again. His cock still had never left my ass. I was amazed. He blew a second load and collapsed on my back again. After a minute his cock shrunk and slid out of my ass, followed by a little of his cum. I told him I wanted a 3rd load and he told me if I could get him hard again he would. I started sucking his dick again and after about 15 minutes he was rock hard again. Fucked me rougher than the first two times and gave me a 3rd load. I left there wanting more. I could tell my whole was gaping and I could feel my boxers were already wet with his leaking loads as I walked thru the lobby to go home. His loads leaked from my ass the whole way home.

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For good reason. If you've heard any of the things he's been saying, it's not hard to notice that he wants to become a "strong-man", just like the dictators of any number of countries around the world. Can you point to any worthwhile policies his (presumed) candidacy is touting? (the golden slippers don't count) The man is a clear and present danger - described clearly by his own lips - to our system of Government, and unless you believe that Democracy needs to be discarded, it's no wonder the Democrats are going on about the threat Trump is. On the contrary, replacing old, crumbling infrastructure is one of the hallmarks of the Biden Administration, plus, advancing new energy-saving infrastructure. I know we're pumping more oil at the Administrations behest, and I don't think that's a terribly good idea, but I'm no expert on the issue. Biden got a collapsed bridge on I-95 replaced in an astoundingly short time. He's replacing the bridge that's been crumbling for years over the border with Canada. There are brand new energy plants (solar, wind) being built in many parts (Red as well as Blue) of the country, and in a mere 3 years. What can T. show that he's accomplished in any of these areas? The answer would be nothing. If by "weak security" you mean the issues on the border with Mexico, who promised to build a wall, and never bothered to get around to doing it? Who is blathering about getting out of NATO, which security treaty has kept the peace since WW2? It's been 80 years since despots around the world have dared to actually threaten peace, and it's not Biden who's giving these despots the green light. Was it President Biden who finally agreed to sign a "border-bill" that the House constructed, giving the R's everything they wanted (because an unelected private citizen) decided he wanted to use it against the opposition) in their border proposal? And the R's still refused. I would be interested to know what vantage points those are. Everyone gets to follow what makes the most sense to them, so please share that information. Thanks.

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Chapter 7 – Brian’s Turn In Chapters 1 through 6, I tell about a weekend at my friend Brian’s place. We’re both ass obsessed and have partied up, then used taken tongue, fingers, toys, and fists from each other. Another friend, Lance, has come and gone. Now, our top buddy, Vic, is here. He just double-fisted me, and Brian will be next. Before Vic started on Brian’s ass, we decided to party a bit more. This time, Vic suggested that we do booty bumps. That sounded great to us. He picked up a sizable shard for each of us and said he wanted to insert them in our holes. He did Brian first, then me. While we were waiting, I thought Vic would smoke more, but he asked me to bump him. I was surprised since he’s a pretty strict top, but I was happy to accommodate. I told Vic we needed to get his hole open and lubed before pushing in a shard. He lifted his legs and said, “Go for it.” Fuck, it was so sexy to see this guy, who was usually a top showing his hole off to us. I asked if I could rim him, and he said yes, so I dove in, licking and tonguing his hole. He has a sweet hole, with hair on his ass that gets denser as it approaches his hole. He was tight (unsurprisingly), but I got my tongue in there to help him open up. Next, Brian went at his ass with some lube on his fingers. He put in one, then a second, finger to get Vic’s ass lubed up for the shard. Vic really enjoyed being rimmed and seemed to love being fingered. Brian applied more lube to his fingers and got Vic’s ass nice and slippery. I picked out a big shard for him since I knew that he was still catching up with us. I asked him if he was ready for the burn, and he said that he was, so I curled my finger back a bit to keep the shard in place as I inserted it into his ass. Once I was inside his ass, I uncurled my finger and pressed the shard against the wall of his chute. I couldn’t resist a little more fingering while I was in there, and Vic didn’t seem to mind. Then, we hung out for a while, waiting for the burn to subside and the T to hit our brains. We did blow a few clouds, but it was the bump that we would be feeling rather than the clouds. Brian stood up and started over to the sling. I got up and followed him to help him get settled in comfortably. Vic started lubing his hands. Once Brian was ready and Vic was seated, I grabbed Mordax and lubed it up for my ass. I planned to crouch down next to Brian’s ass to see Vic’s work up close. Vic didn’t bother with a toy for Brian. He went right in with his left hand, shoving it in up to his wrist. He spent some time working Brian’s entry, expanding it as he twisted and flexed his hand. He pulled out for more lube, which I squirted onto his hands. He spread it around and reentered Brian. Meanwhile, I had driven Mordax deep into my hole. The T, and Vic’s earlier work, made it an easy entry. I was bouncing around a bit but mostly shifting the angle against the floor to push it around inside my ass. With the extra lube, Vic was starting to go deeper. He was in about halfway when Brian picked up the poppers. Knowing that this would open Brian’s ass up even more, Vic and I just smiled at each other as Brian huffed. Once the poppers hit, Vic began working deeper into Brian’s ass. Watching closely, I could see him make the slow climb into Brian’s colon. I squirted some more lube on his upper forearm since it looked like he was going to be able to go deeper. Brian was enjoying the ride, bouncing around in the sling and moaning like crazy. Vic was in deep. I could see his hand reflected in Brian’s hairy belly and enjoyed watching as it crawled deeper. The cock ring that came down from Brian’s harness was pulling his dick upwards, and it looked to be kind of painful. I asked Brian if he wanted me to free his cock, and he nodded yes. In order to slip off the metal ring, I stuck his dick in my mouth to use the saliva as lube. I had to reach back to hold Mordax in me, but I didn’t want it to come out. The feeling of having my ass filled while sucking the cock of a guy getting fisted was sexy and exciting. After I got the ring off, I stuck Brian’s dick back in my mouth. He spurted some precum, followed by a weak stream of piss, into my mouth. He and I do a bit of watersports, so he knew I’d be OK with it. His piss was bitter from the partying and being a little dehydrated. But I happily swallowed it down. Vic, of course, was still deep inside Brian’s ass. I held up the poppers for Brian, but he shook his head no. Since they were in my hand, I figured I’d do a few snorts and ride the toy in me. I shook the bottle, opened it up, and inhaled deeply. Then, I capped it and put it back within easy reach for Brian. I sat back on the floor, feeling the poppers hit as Mordax started to move around inside me. I grabbed the dildo with my feet and started to ride it. Taking long strokes, I’d rise up until it almost came out and then slide back down to take it deep in my guts. I rode it like this for a while, still watching Vic’s hand moving through Brian’s ass. In the end, I took the toy all the way to the base and settled it there. This is the largest size they make, so 13” of toy was embedded in my ass. Meanwhile, Vic was still working over Brian’s ass. He had pulled back and was now stretching Brian’s opening. Vic used both hands, folded into fists, to pummel Brian’s hole. Brian was clearly enjoying it and, when I caught his eye, nodded over towards the poppers. I stood up, letting the Mordax come out of my ass, and picked them up for him. Seeing me move, Vic slowed down his movements, too. I uncapped the bottle for Brian as lube was running down my leg from my gaping hole. Brian took a short sniff in his left nostril, another short one on the right, then a long one on the left. This one he held. I took the poppers from him, recapped them, and sat down to enjoy what was to come. Vic didn’t wait. Once the poppers were out of Brian’s hands, Vic’s fists were back at his hole. Brian would hit the peak popper high while already being worked over by Vic and his huge fists. Brian groaned when the high hit and scooted down in the sling to give Vic better access to his hole. Watching Vic’s hand pound Brian’s hairy hole was very sexy. Brian was flexing his ass and bouncing up and down with the slings to let Vic’s hands find new touchpoints with each entry. Then, Vic slowed down and put both hands at Brian’s entrance. I picked up the lube and applied a generous amount to Vic’s hands, which he used to funnel some into Brian’s ass. Vic started the back-and-forth motion that feels so good. Fingers from one hand would go in, then be joined by fingers from the other hand. The first hand comes out, then slides in again. For Brian, it’s four fingers, eight fingers, four fingers, and so on. He was loving it and smiling from ear to ear. Vic slowed down and slid his thumbs into the pocket between his hands. I looked at Brian, then the poppers, to see if he wanted them, but he shook his head no. He was going to get double-fisted without any additional relaxation aid. Vic slowly slid his right hand in partway, then started pushing his left one in alongside its partner. Brian was focused on relaxing his hole to allow for easy access. When the knuckles from Vic’s left hand disappeared inside Brian, I knew that he had taken both hands. Vic just held them there while Brian made small motions to ride them. His pleasure was obvious. Now, Vic slowly removed, first his left, then his right, hand. Brian’s hole was gaped open, with lube dripping out of the swollen lips. They looked so sexy that I couldn’t resist fingering them and sliding my fingers inside him. He easily took all four fingers, but I knew he was ready for a break, so I did not fist him. Using his harness, I helped Brian out of the sling. He and Vic hugged for a while, passing comments back and forth that were meant for their ears only. I was fondling Vic’s ass when he turned to me and said, “Want to play in my hole?” Of fucking course I did! He climbed in the sling, and I helped him get his feet in the stirrups. He needed to move down more to give me the best access, but Brian and I got him well-positioned for some ass play. Brian smiled at me, and I knew he shared my excitement at the prospect of topping Vic.

After spending an extended time away from the hookup sites and apps, I recently found myself hungrier than ever for the feeling of a hard raw cock in my ass. I reactivated some lapsed memberships, including my subscription to BBRT. Scrolling through the guys in my area, I came across an interesting one: versatile top, my age or a bit older, kinky and nasty like me (for example, we had both listed "ws" as a kink). There were a lot more "ask me" responses than I would typically be interested in, but I had a sense that he and I had chatted before, long ago, and that his status used to read "positive." So of course, I had to reach out. I introduced myself, explained that I, too, was looking for some non-vanilla fun, and made a point to tell him that I didn't care about his status. We chatted back and forth for a while. He shared his cock pic - about 6" cut, nice and thick - and before long we had agreed that I would drive to his place, about 10 miles away. I was already all-in when he messaged me the clincher: "Would you be open to a couple of my top friends joining?" Would I?!?! While I have always enjoyed playing one on one with a guy, once that first cock gets in my hole I never want the sensation to stop, so I have always been partial to servicing groups of tops. "I'd love that," was my emphatic reply. A half-hour later I was parked in front of his house. It was a cul-de-sac neighborhood, with trees and cars lining the street. There were three cars already in his driveway. Seeing this, I felt the first trace of nervousness creep in to join the horniness and excitement I had been feeling since chatting with him. I took a few hits from my brown bottle to relax before exiting my car, putting the bottle in my pocket as I did. I don't remember walking to his door, but suddenly I was standing in front of hit and ringing the doorbell. It was answered by a slender guy in his mid-60s. He was naked, unabashedly showing off his taut stomach and a 0-gauge piercing at the tip of his long, slender cock. "Your guest is here," he said to someone inside, and a moment later the homeowner - the guy I had been chatting with online - appeared. He, too, was naked. He looked older than I had expected and was built like the first guy, but his flaccid cock was slightly shorter and lacked the piercing of the other's. "Come on in," he said, waving me inside. The door opened directly into the living room. It was a typical room with a TV, a couch and an easy chair, but in the corner a sling had been hung from heavy-duty eye hooks that were screwed into the ceiling. The coffee table had been moved from the center of the room and in its place sat a small, inflatable kiddie pool. As I looked around the room I saw there were two more guys, presumably also the host's friends. One looked like he was close to my own age, with more of a 'dad bod' that was covered in light-colored hair. The other was younger and more muscular. The thick piece of meat hanging between his legs had to be eight inches soft. I wondered in passing if he was a grower or a shower. The four men surrounded me and began to pull at my clothes. In no time I was naked, and they guided me into the kiddie pool, pushing me down to my knees. They had placed a folded towel on the hard wood floor under the center of the pool to provide cushion for my knees. Once I was kneeling, someone behind me placed a blindfold over my eyes and tied it tight. Then my arms were pulled behind my back, and I felt the cold touch of metal on my wrists as a set of handcuffs clicked shut around them. Another pair of cuffs was then locked around my ankles. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not big on bondage, though I've been a blindfolded cum dump on many an occasion. As they shackled my arms and legs I had to fight a feeling of panic that began to rise within me. It helped that the next thing they did was to hold an open brown bottle beneath each nostril. I took several deep breaths and felt some of the panic subside as my head began to swim. No one spoke. The only sound was that of a car passing by on the street outside. Then the plastic pool bottom made a crinkling sound and I knew someone had stepped in front of me. I felt my muscles tense as I waited for something to happen. After a moment of suspense, I suddenly felt a strong stream of warm liquid splash against my chest and run down my stomach, trickling over my balls before dripping into the pool. Then a second stream hit the back of my neck, running down my back and my ass crack. Still no one spoke as a salty, ammonia-like scent filled the air. They were using me as a piss mop! My cock stiffened a little at the realization. The first stream petered out and soon was replaced by a third. He picked up where the first had left off, but I felt him working the stream upward. I tilted my head back in an instinctive move to get my face away from it, but all that did was delay the inevitable. He worked up my neck before the golden stream splashed onto my face. I pursed my lips and closed my eyes under the blindfold. It was everywhere - in my nostrils, in my hair, even trickling into my ears. The piss fell like rain into the pool as they used my body as a urinal. The second and third guys finished, leaving me soaked and, now that the piss had cooled to room temperature, a bit chilled. I stayed there on my knees, droplets running down my body and dripping into the puddle that had formed around my knees. I was sure that the fourth guy would soon take his turn, and I was right. He stepped into the pool in front of me, his feet making slight splashing noises as he did so. I felt a pair of hands on my head and then his cock pressed against my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth. He slid his cock inside and began to empty his bladder down my throat. My mouth filled with the warmth and salt of his piss. I began to gulp greedily, careful not to waste a drop. "That's it," he said, the sneer on his face audible in his voice. "Swallow that charged piss, pig." I kept swallowing until at last the stream died away and he took his cock out of my mouth. I heard the host's voice say, "Let's get him in the sling." Two pairs of arms helped me to my feet. The shackles on my ankles had a slightly longer chain, and I was barely able to step over the lip of the pool and hobble across the floor. I was still wet and cold, but that was obviously of no concern to them. They spun me around and helped me get seated in the sling. My hands were freed momentarily so they could lift my arms over my head. My wrists were manacled to the suspension chains. Then the same was done to my feet. Soon I was helpless on my back, my hands and feet tied above me. The brown bottles were placed under my nose again, and I took a few more deep breaths as I felt someone smear lube on the outside of my hole, then two fingers penetrated me to coat my insides. They worked around in circles inside me, loosening my sphincter for the assault that was to come. Then the fingers were removed and I felt the tip of someone's cock pressing on my hole. There was a momentary flash of cold, and I realized that it was the guy with the piercing who was going first. I felt a sting as he pushed his way inside. He was going to tear me up before the other guys took their turns. He started slowly, the PA dragging up and down inside my rectum. It felt like a hot poker and I squirmed and moaned involuntarily. I had been fucked by a PA before, but this felt different. The pain was much greater than I would have expected. "I think he likes it," said the sneering voice as the pace quickened. I smelled the brown bottles under my nostrils again and breathed heavily, trying to relax away the pain. It worked, but only slightly. Before long I heard the voice announce, "Here it comes! Take my load, slut." With that, the cock inside me began to spasm, pumping the contents of his balls into my now torn-up hole. I felt one more jab of pain as he pulled out. I felt some of his cum dripping out of the gape he left behind. "Mmmm, nice and pink," said the host. "You tore him up good." Another cock positioned itself at my hole, and once again the brown bottles appeared under my nose. My ass burned as it slid in and out, causing me to squirm and moan some more. Before long it, too, was spitting its load deep into my guts. Then it was the third guy's turn. He must have been especially turned on, as it only took a few pumps before he added his DNA to the others'. Finally it was the fourth guy's turn. As he entered my hole I felt an explosion of pain, as though I was bring physically split in half. I tried to stifle a scream as I rocked my body, trying to pull away. "I don't think he likes your monster cock," said the sneering voice. "You'd think with three loads already in him he'd be ready for it." The brown bottles made a final appearance under my nose, and as I inhaled the top grabbed my thighs and rammed the entire length of his cock inside me. I moaned - loudly - in pain as he bottomed out in my hole. As the poppers took effect he began to pound me, gripping my thighs tightly to keep me from pulling away. My hands grasped the suspension chains and squeezed tight as I did my best to withstand this latest assault. He drilled me for what seemed like an eternity before he at last announced that he was going to cum. I am convinced that had I met that fourth guy one on one, I would have had no problem taking that massive cock - with lots of lube and hits from my brown bottle, of course. Ordinarily I would want him to stay inside me after he came, in the hopes that he could go again. But with the damage done to my insides by the first, pierced top, all I wanted in that moment was for him to pull out. And as the spasms subsided and my guts absorbed their fourth load of DNA that evening, he finally did just that. I heard a splat on the floor beneath me as all the cum that had been dumped inside me spilled out of my gaping hole. I hung there in the sling, panting like a dog, totally and utterly exhausted from my experience. After a few minutes my wrists and ankles were released. Two men helped me to my feet, then guided me back onto my knees on the cold hardwood floor. What were they doing to me now? One by one, each cock that had been in my ass entered my mouth. The first was the one with the PA, the one that had destroyed my hole. As I cleaned his cock I could taste ass and cum but also blood, and of course metal. My tongue found the piercing and discovered that it was not a 0-gauge loop as I first thought. Instead it was cast in the shape of a "C", with a barbed hook on one end and a smooth round ball on the other. That explained the extra pain I had felt when he fucked me. I finished cleaning cum and ass and blood from the other cocks, then was helped to my feet and the blindfold removed. The lights had been turned down but they still caused me to squint as my eyes adjusted. The host motioned to the easy chair, where my clothes had been neatly folded and placed sometime during the evening. "Go ahead and get dressed," the host said. "It was great to meet you." I stammered some kind of response through the mental fog I was in, then got dressed and left. My ass hurt, and sitting in the car made it worse, so I drove home as quickly as I could. Reaching my apartment, I showered and lay down on the couch, where I promptly fell asleep. I slept soundly and didn't wake up until the next morning. As I sat up I felt a momentary sting of pain that settled into a dull throb once I was upright. Pulling out my phone, I opened BBRT and found a new message in my inbox. "Welcome to the brotherhood." It's been three weeks and with all the viruses going around - COVID, RSV, flu, the cold - I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure that I'm in the midst of the fuck flu. After giving my hole a week to recover, I went back for Round 2, though this time the guy with the pierced cock wasn't there and I swallowed everyone's piss. Round 3 was just me and the super-hung guy, who turned out to be 8 inches soft and 11 hard - and I took every last inch without issue once my hole had healed. These guys are quickly turning into regular playmates, and while I won't ever get tested to find out for sure, they’ll always be the men who converted me.

Thanks for all the replies! Glad it's coming across as a truly accurate bathhouse/sex club vibe. Sorry if any of you have messaged me privately and are expecting a reply. I'll try and get to them soon. I always appreciate feedback and as always hope you all enjoy! ----------------------------- Part Two- Anticipation Mike entered the sex club, puffing away on his pipe, giving a slight grin and nod to the attendant as he was buzzed in, not even needing to pay. He’d been coming here for years, having had sex with probably every single regular, the attendant included, breeding them deep while smoking. With tonight’s theme being ‘Bareback, Smoke and Leather’ night, he was damned sure he would be making a nice long appearance tonight. With it still being a bit early, he decided to walk around, taking in the various people there, recognizing nearly every single person as either someone he’d personally topped, or personally turned from being a non-smoker to a full-blown smoke pig. He made his way over to two such people, one in a sling hauling hard on a fat cigar, as the other guy lit up a fresh Red, before continuing to work his hairy fist and forearm up the cigar smoker’s greedy hole. “Fucking perfect night for it, ain’t it gents,” Mike said, walking over to the man fisting the other, grabbing his ass, drawing a huge inhale of pipe smoke in before exhaling it all over the scene in front of him. “Fuck yeah, Mike,” the man in the sling groaned, taking the cigar out of his mouth, letting the thick acrid smoke roll out, “Knew you’d be here tonight.” Walking up to the man in the sling, named Grant if he remembered correctly, Mike took another puff of his pipe as he ran his fingers along the fresh tattoo just under his navel. He let out a satisfied growl as he felt the other man’s fist moving around deep in man’s guts. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Finally got your new ink, huh?” he said, sliding his hand up to the man’s pierced nipple, giving it a slight pinch, knowing the act would cause Grant’s stretched-out manhole to tighten up slightly. “Fuuuuuuuuuck…” the other man said, letting out a huge nose jet, letting his cigarette dangle in his lips as he talked, “Your ass just fucking started sucking in my arm.” “Ugh……” Grant moaned, sticking the thick cigar back in his mouth and sucking hard, “Deeper!” Grinning, Mike stepped back, adjusting his now hardening dick in his pants. “I’ll leave you two love birds to it then,” he said, taking his pipe out of his mouth briefly before nodding at them. “I’ll be looking for you later,” Grant said, exhaling another cloud of cigar smoke, his ass squelching as the other man began to pull his fist out, standing up and stroking his dick, before working it in beside his fist. — Mike walked a bit more around the sex club, taking the various sights in before finally deciding to go over to the locker room so he could strip and partake in the festivities. Looking around he noticed a few of his fuck buddies in various states of undress. That’s when he saw the boy. Early to mid-20s at most, fit but not over muscular, headful of thick reddish blonde hair, and stunning blue-grey eyes. His skin was milky white, framed in a black leather harness, and his juicy ass barely contained a jockstrap, with not a tattoo in sight. ‘Until I’m done with him’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Fuckin’ love fresh meat.’ Puffing on his pipe, he slowly walked towards the redhead, who was now eye-fucking him from across the room. He stopped next to him, leaning against the locker, and let out a large cloud of smoke over him, grinning as he saw the redhead breathe the smoke in deeply. “How’s your night going, boy?” Mike asked, looking up and down the boy’s body, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and rubbing his right nipple with the bowl. Looking flustered, he watched as the boy tried to come up with an answer. ‘Pretty fucking hot in his own right,’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Definitely has a nice lump of meat threatening to pop out of that thong.’ “O-okay…” the boy said rather unconvincingly, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks. “First time at a sex club?” Mike asked, taking another puff of his pipe and blowing it in the boy’s face, again satisfied to see him breathing in the smoke. “It’s that obvious, huh,” the boy asked, looking down, an almost dejected look on his face. “Nah,” Mike said, putting the pipe back in his mouth and letting it rest on the corner of his lips, “I’m a regular here and didn’t recognize you is all. I’m Mike by the way.” “Dillan,” the redhead replied, shifting his legs slightly, likely to accommodate his hard cock in the leather pouch. Mike almost felt for the kid. The first times were rough. And this kid was like a lamb to the slaughter on a night like tonight. As much as he’d love to completely corrupt the cute shit, he also didn’t want to scare the kid off with all the twisted sex that would be happening later. Better to let him ease into it on a different night. Damn my kind side, he thought to himself. “Look, kid…” he began, standing up and taking deep sigh, “I think you might be out of your element here. Not really sure you know what kind of hot depraved shit will be going on here as the night goes on. Might be best if you leave now. Come another night and ease yourself in a little.” Flustered and cheeks now fully flushed, the kid began to shake his head. “No, I do know. I… That’s why I wanted to come tonight,” Dillan said, fidgeting with his harness as he talked, “I want everything this place has to offer tonight. Everything.” It was Mike’s turn to be left momentarily speechless as he listened to the kid continue. “I want to be fully corrupted and turned into a smoking, ass-gaping, cumdump piss pig. It’s kind of been a fantasy of mine for so long, and I…” he said, trailing off slightly as he thought of the words to say, “If I leave now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do it.” Mike was at first shocked hearing the words coming out of the boy’s mouth. However, it made him harder than ever before. An evil grin formed on his lips as he wrapped them around the pipe, drawing in another mouthful of smoke. “Well, fuck…” Mike said, smoke drifting out as he spoke, and reaching down and rubbing Dillan’s hard cock through the leather jockstrap pouch, “I definitely think we can make that happen.”

Chapter 1 – Outdoors Is Great My buddy Brian and I have played together a lot. Sometimes, it’s just the two of us, and other times, more guys come over. We’re both ass focused and like to use tongues, fingers, toys, and fists on each other’s holes. Both of us can handle a lot of play. In addition, we enjoy partying when we play. Brian is 52. He’s about 5’7”, 190 pounds, with a stocky body. Short brown hair, and hazel eyes. He’s got hair in all the right places, which for me means a hairy chest, arms, legs, and (most importantly) ass. I’m 48, 6’1”, 200 pounds with brown hair and eyes. I have a full beard and a moderately hairy body. We both have playrooms in our houses, but Brian’s place is more scheduled and on lots of land. His playroom is in a separate building, while mine is in one of my bedrooms. The plan for the weekend was that I’d come over to Brian’s place on Friday and stay until Sunday. That gives us time to play, relax for a while, and play some more. Usually, this means there is very little sleep over the weekend, and returning to work on Monday can be tough. But it’s definitely worth it. I got to Brian’s place around 6. It was summer in the mountains, so the sun was still shining, and the temperature was pleasant. Knowing how private the place is, I undressed in the car and grabbed just a few essentials, like my phone, poppers, some T, and a chest harness. Brian likes me to wear a harness when I’m in the sling so that he can drag me further down on a toy or his arm. I knew there wouldn’t be any need for clothes for the rest of the weekend. I did keep my shoes on. We usually play in the studio space that he has. It’s nice that it’s separate from the house but has a bathroom and a small kitchen area with a fridge for drinks. In the winter, it’s heated by a wood stove. There’s a big TV for porn, and it’s got good WiFi. For new guys who come over, there’s a path that leads from the driveway to the studio, so it’s easy for them to find as well. I headed that way. When I got to the porch, a note was taped there saying, “Head down to the creek.” I knew the way, and we often hung out there on nice days since it was a great place to party and relax. We’d jump in the water on really hot days to cool off. I walked down that way and saw Brian sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs he has down there. Then I noticed that he had also brought the sling out, hanging from a big branch on one of the nearby trees. This could be interesting. Of course, Brian was naked, too. Seeing his cock hard and glistening let me know that he had been playing with it. It also made mine plump up even more than it already was. Even though we are both all about ass, it’s sexy to see a guy naked and hard in the woods. We hugged and gave each other a kiss. He had a nice setup here with the sling. There was a table nearby with lube and poppers, and he had a plastic bin with some of his toys in it. There was a stool at the foot of the sling, and a blanket was spread underneath it all. It looked as comfortable a place to get your ass worked over as any indoor space. Tonight, we started out blowing clouds. We smoked a lot since we knew this was just the start of the weekend. While we were smoking, we were fondling each other, with a big focus on our asses. Brian’s hairy ass is such a turn-on for me. There’s something about playing with a guy with a hairy ass and hole that amps up the excitement for me. Seeing all that hair matted down with spit and lube and watching a toy or a fist dragged through the hair around a guy’s hole unleashes something primal in me. We headed over to the sling, and I told Brian that I wanted to work over his ass. He got in the sling, and I helped him get his feet situated in the stirrups. Then, he heaved his ass a little further down in the sling so that it was spread open for me. I love seeing a guy like this. His ass was presented for my pleasure, and I was ready to pleasure it. I started with some rimming and fingering. While I knew he had prepped for me, his hole had a great, musky smell from being outdoors and doing all the setup for tonight. The smell makes me crazy, and I just drove my tongue into his hole. He responded by reaching down to spread his ass open even more, giving me great access to his hole. When I’m eating ass, it’s more like I’m making out with it. There will be licks, pokes, sucking, tongue swirling, and more. Brian’s hole was responding well to my efforts and was opening nicely. He reached over for the poppers and offered them to me first. I took one hit, and then he started inhaling from the bottle. Brian knew that offering me poppers while I ate his ass would turn me into an ass pig, and I was determined to make his hole feel all the pleasure that I could. Sucking, light nibbling, and driving my tongue deep into his ass made him moan and squirm. I looked in the bin with the toys and pulled out one of his favorites. He’s a fan of Topped Toys, and I was going to start him on Artemis. This toy is more realistic than some of the others and provides a good stretch. I pushed some Slam Dunk into and around his hole before lubing up the toy. Then, I shoved it in his ass all the way to the base. We’ve played together enough that I know what he can take, and Brian’s ass happily swallowed the toy. We got into a nice sling motion as I fucked him with the dildo. It was hot to see his hairy hole expanding around the toy. After I fucked him for a while with Artemis, he wanted to get me in the sling. I grabbed a Gape Keeper from the toybox and shoved it in his ass to keep it plugged and happy while he worked on my ass. Once he was plugged, I helped him out of the sling and climbed in. My bag was over by the chairs, so I didn’t have the harness on yet. Brian likes to start with a toy when he’s working my ass. He grabbed Erebus, which he knows is one of my favorites. It has a nice easy entry head but then widens out with some ribbing that feels great inside. He lubed up my ass and the toy, then waited while I did some poppers before he inserted. Once he knew that I was ready, he slid the head of the dildo into my ass. He worked it around a little bit, inserting it further and further. “Someone’s ass is hungry tonight,” he said. Damn right it was. He had the toy in to the base in no time and started twisting it around and moving it back and forth inside me. I love the feeling of being massaged internally by a toy like this, but a fist feels even better. Brian knew that and was ready with his greased paw when he pulled the toy out. First, he put four fingers into my ass and spread them out while rotating around. This opened my hole for the wider part of his hand. He got me well-prepared and then shoved his fist in. The feeling when his knuckles pass through my hole is amazing, and I shuddered in delight. He pulled back to give me the stretch that he knows I enjoy. With the widest part of his hand stretching me open, he twisted and thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He said, “Let’s take it slow tonight and go smoke some more. I want to use your ass all weekend long.” That was OK by me, so I prepared to get out of the sling. But Brian wanted me to be plugged too, so he grabbed a Lotus plug that he used to fill my ass. Then, we walked over to the chairs and sat down to blow some more clouds. The babbling of the creek, plus the sounds of nature all around was relaxing, and we sat and smoked and chatted for a while. We noticed it had gotten dark, so we lit a few lanterns and carried them back to the sling. I also put on my harness so he could drag me around by it.

I can butt munch for hours. Love it.

My first gay experience was with a man in his 70s when I was in my late 60s. We corresponded a few times, and then we agreed to meet. He had a partner who had recently had surgery, so he couldn't play. We chatted a bit and then went into the front room; we dropped our pants, and he asked me to suck him, which I did, and then he did me. After a bit, we went up to the play room (complete with swing); he wanted to fuck me (which I wanted as well); he had been tested earlier that week and had the paperwork showing him clean. I was still anxious and asked him to use a condom, which he willingly did. I hadn't really expected to be fucked, and so I hadn't cleaned out which showed almost immediately; he said it was no big deal and we went to the bathroom to shower and clean out. When we came back up to the sling, I told him he didn't need to use the condom, and he was happy to oblige, but when he got close he pulled out and shot over my stomach. The first time I was bred was a couple of years later (covid had intervened); we chatted for a bit one evening on one of the social media sites, and he asked if he could come up; it was already late in the evening, and he arrived around midnight. We chatted a bit and he showed me his testing; then we went to the bedroom. Pretty vanilla stuff at first -- sucking, kissing, rimming. After about a half hour, he asked if could fuck me bare; having seen the testing, I agreed, and he slipped in and began fucking me, at first missionary style, and then he wanted to take me doggy style. After about 10 minutes, he asked if he could cum in me, and I agreed (I was curious to see what I could feel). He sped up, and then rammed himself as deep as he could get several times, and stopped. I could feel his cock pulsing, and the warmth growing in my innards, which I liked very much. We then fell asleep -- I should have had him do it again in the morning, but he didn't. I really enjoyed the experience, and especially his courtesy in asking. Haven't been with anyone I liked as much since then, though I've be bred a few more times by guys with testing.

My 15x4 cm cut cock

Just bareback!! You're going to get there anyway soon enough. Why waste time and pleasure?

Chapter 6 – Double Time Chapters 1 through 5 describe an evening with my friend, Brian. We’ve partied and then played with tongues, fingers, dildos, and fists in his sling that was hung in a tree near a creek on his property. We were joined by Lance, another friend of ours. His ass was worked over, and he worked over ours too. He had to go home. Brian and I checked the apps to see if any other contacts were around, and luckily, Vic was available. He’s just arrived, and we’re about to party with him. We all ended up on the bed again. For Brian and me, this was a rare moment since neither of our asses had anything in them. Vic is a top, so it’s not odd that his was empty. What wasn’t empty was the pipe. In fact, Vic added some of his to the bowl and then applied the torch. He had some serious catching up to do, so Brian and I watched as he blew clouds for a while. Then, Brian leaned in for a kiss after Vic had taken in some smoke. They shotgunned it back and forth for a while. Vic loves kissing, so he handed me the pipe and torch while he focused on making out with Brian. I figured that I could watch them and blow some clouds myself. I topped off, then put the pipe and torch down. Of course, this got my ass itchy for something in it. I fingered it but still haven’t worked out how to get my own fist in there (I can get all my fingers and thumb, but then the calisthenics are tough), so I grabbed the nearest toy. It was the Pegasus that was last in Lance. I lubed it up and shoved it all the way into my ass in a single push. The head is bulbous on this toy and the insertion felt great. Now, I could twist it around and fuck myself with it. I had thrown my legs up and was really working the Pegasus in my ass when Vic took notice. “You’re ready,” he said. Then, he grabbed me by the harness and pulled me over to the sling (OK, he didn’t need to do much convincing to get me in the sling). I kept the toy in my ass, swinging between my legs with the head just inside my ass. Once I was in the sling, I reached down to shove the toy deeper. Vic just chuckled when he saw me do that. Then he said, “Let me take that,” so I let him grab the base of the toy. He pulled it out rather quickly and then sunk his hand into my ass. He had lubed up his arm all the way to the elbow and got almost all the way in on the first push. He has large hands that were expanding my ass even more than it had been before. Vic plays piano and has long fingers. He was certainly hitting all the right notes in my ass. His fingers slid easily into my colon, and he was wandering around in there, sending massive sensations through my body. Of course, the T that we had smoked and slammed were contributing to my openness and my heightened reactions. He moved back out a little bit and said, “I’m gonna fuck your ass with my fist.” I said, “Let me do some poppers first,” and he waited while I huffed on them. Then, he pulled his hand all the way out, made a fist, and shoved it in deep. He repeated this, alternating hands as he went. Eventually, he was just getting his fists inside my hole, not going deep anymore, but giving my hole a fantastic workout. He would twist and flex his fist on entry, making my hole gape with each new movement. He slowed down and used fingers from both hands to widen my hole. He had four fingers from each hand inside me and would stretch my hole left to right and up and down. I knew what he was after and was excited to be able to accommodate his desires. Once he had me well opened, he pulled out his fingers and had Brian dump more lube on his hands and wrists. He spread it around and shoved all of his fingers in my ass. He was shoving all of his fingers in and out of my ass when I felt things get bigger. He had added his thumbs into the mix. He shoved his entire right hand in and then slid his left hand in alongside it. Fuck, this feels awesome. I was squirming around as he filled my ass with both hands. He could only do minimal movements, and I couldn’t take his double-fisting for too long, but we both were really pleased with the achievement. Vic started quickly alternating his hands as they slid alongside each other. Sometimes, it would be one hand in me, sometimes two, and then they’d slide next to each other to alternate. This was another great feeling, and I asked him to slow down so that I could do some more poppers. He grinned knowingly and said, “You fucking pig. You love having your ass ruined by my hands.” I nodded as I was sniffing from the brown bottle. Brian grabbed the bottle and cap from me so that I could focus on my ass, and then Vic resumed his work on my hole. If it felt good before, it now felt even more amazing. Poppers make me focus completely on my ass and I was spreading it open and bucking back and forth in the sling. My vision was minimal; all I could see was a glowing purple eye. But none of that mattered because the only thing that was important was what was happening to my ass. As I was coming down from the poppers, Vic slowed his pace, going for slower and deeper strokes into my ass. I knew that he’d be pulling out soon, but I felt completely satiated. He pulled out one last time, and he and Brian both massaged my gaping hole. I reached down to feel it, too and was pleased with how swollen my lips were. They grabbed the harness and helped me to stand. Vic grabbed me in a bear hug and whispered, “Thank you” in my ear. I thanked him as well and then moved back to the bed. I knew that Vic was going to fist Brian, and I would have a front-row seat to that hot action.

There's something intense born within pain. When another man creates that for you, his own pleasure the key, it becomes something you shouldn't want... but do. It makes you feel wrong, but in the hottest way. Plus, you carry with you the sting, acting as a little reminder of what felt so wrong it was right.

pre-cum is the entrée, piss the main and cum the dessert

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

My first time writing a story. Chapter 1 serves as a prelude. Chemsex element will become more prominent starting in next chapter. Chapter I Finally I'm all done with my exams for my classes. My winter break has officially begun. I cannot wait to head home to see my best friend Keith. "come on. I miss blowing my cum in you and I know you do too. " was the last text I received from Keith a few days ago We've been best friends all our lives. The last weekend before we each off to college, we were in his parents basement playing call of duty. We both proclaimed that we were much better than the other person. To decided that we'd take turn playing 5 rounds. Whoever gets the most kills win. Even though we were the same age. I looked boyish still. I had peaked at 5'9. In shape. Keith and I both are stayed active and played sports all year round. I had define arms and abs but nothing like Keith. He straight up looked like a matured young man in his 20s already. His physique was great. Muscular, blonde, with a charming smile and outgoing personality. 6'3, green eyes and his huge bulge had always been hard to ignore. I've only saw the outline of his dick when we were changing in the locker room a few times. I've seen his mushroom head a few times when we were working out in the weight room. He occasionally didn't wear underwear so when he was spotting me and standing over me at the bench press, I looked up and there it was. His long dick hanging on one side of his shorts. From my angle, it almost seemed like it his shorts could barely consealed it. My dick started getting hard the first time when I focused on his dick too much. After I finished my reps, Keith flicked my boner hard and said "we're almost done handsome. One more set then you are free to take care of yourself so let's stay focus buddy." I didn't know if he knew what got me hard but ever since, I try not to look into his shorts too long bc I didn't think I'd be able to control my urge to wrap my mouth around his mushroom head if I looked at it for too long again. As our two-people video game tournament went on, whoever is off started messing with the other person. At first Keith stood next to the TV and started lifting his shirt up, licked his finger and circled around his perfect nipple a couple times attempted to distract me. When it was his turn, I did the same except I went a step further and pulled down my shorts to show him my butt, supported by a pair of black jockstrap. Each round, we tried to one up the other. He licked the back of my ear, I full on licked his ear inside and out, he even sat behind me and played with my nipples. I made sure I didn't accidentally let out any moaning. Everything was all in the name of distracting the other person of course but I was getting hard. I didn't want Keith to see my boner so my last couple rounds I laid on my stomach instead so Keith wouldn't see my rock hard dick. As soon as my last round started, he pulled down my shorts, exposing my whole butt. I said "I played the game naked at home so that ain't going to do anything to hurt my game. If anything, it puts me at ease to take the crown for sure". My attention is fully on the game but I heard Keith said "is that so?" and I heard him walking away, opened and closed his drawer, and I heard couple bottles opening and closing. I said "are you getting your beside lotion? If you are, that's perfect. I could use a nice shoulder rub. You can start calling me the king bc I'm on my way to break my personal best" then I heard Keith whisper right next to my ear softly "we'll see about that. Tell me. Do always play this game at home with a hard on? ". He then reach into the sofa and grab my hard dick and lean me on my side slightly and started stroking it. He caught me off guard but I thought we were still trying to one up the other person so I said "keep stroking that. My dick is hard only bc the first thing you gonna have to do after I win is to put that down your throat". His arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer to him and said "you haven't won yet mister. You still need 10 kills and only 60 seconds to go". When he did that, he shotgun me a mouth full of smoke that he got off his vape and gave me a good head buzz. Meanwhile, He stopped stroking me and rest his hands on my hip. I didn't noticed that he had lube up his dick and was sliding up and down my butt crack. By the time I realized what he was doing, I felt a little warming sensation and heard a wet pop, his whole head slid into my ass before I could make a sound. By the time I did make a sound, his had his hand and a wet rag over my mouth. The rag smelled like some sort of chemical so my vision started to blurred and my body went soft. Mean while, he felt my muscle relaxed so his dick made its way deeper. I wanted to moan but I did everything I could to hold back bc the basement door suddenly opened. Keith's mom brought us a plate of fruit. She noticed that we were cuddling, which was something we had casually done before. We both still had our shirts on so nothing appear out of ordinary to her. She was completely unaware that we had no nothing on under the blanket that Keith throw on us last minute and her son's dick was making his way up my virgin asshole. It was so big and made me feel so full. I didn't even know how much I had taken bc it took everything out of me to aoo normal. When Keith's mom looked away for a few to turn up the basement theremostat for us, Keith placed the rag over my nose and mouth once again and whispered to me "take a deep breath then hold it in". As I followed Keith's instructions, I could feel his dick going deeper and deeper slowly as I inhaled. His mom turned up the thermostat the started making her way back up stairs. "you boys behave down here" she said as she made her way up. I let out the deep breath of poppers i inhaled and grab a big pillow and put my head into it and let out the moan I've been holding back for what felt like eternity. As soon as I lifted my head up, Keith put the rag in front of my nose and mouth once more and said "couple more deep breath. You're so tight but you're almost there. Baby Come on. You can do it. Take it all the way in". I could feel Keith pulling his dick 2/3 of the way out to reapply the warming lube on the shaft of his dick. His hands are covering my nose and mouth with such force that I was inhaling poppers whether I liked it or not. I feel my vision closing in, my ass warming up, and his balls now touching my butt. When his hard throbbing dick was all the way in he whispered "good job, Ben. That was all 10 inches of me. Relax and just feel it in you. Inhale more poppers on the rag and just focus on the feeling. I bet you can feel my blood pumping through my dick, can't you? It is hard as a rock bc damn you have a nice hole. Tight like mine just a year ago. I saw you made a tent earlier when I pinched your nipples so I decided to go for it. You're the first person to take in all of my dick. I'm impressed. Here take two more deep breath, one on each side." Keith put the popper bottle right under my nose this time. Left then right. "good now hold it" he straddle on top of me, grabbed the remote and turned on some music on TV and shoved my head deep into the pillow and held on hands together behind my back with one hand and started moving his pelvis back and forth. My head was buzzing and I was moaning without holding back now but with my head shoved in the pillow and music playing, my moaning was barely audible. Keith's head was massaging my prostate in a steady rhythm. I could hear him trying to keep his own moaning down. "oh ben.. I'm gonna cum soon. Are you ready for it?" I knodded. Then I felt Keith pressing his body hard against my back and his body tensed up, 4-5 warm waves of his warm cum hitting my inner rectum wall. When he rolled down on my side and turned me side way, his mushroom head touched my prostate and the pressure of it and his warm cum made me shot my cum hard hands free. I let out the first groan without anything over my mouth. He panicked and covered my mouth with his big hand through the rest of my orgasm. My cum got on his hair, my hair, our faces. After 30 seconds or so.... He finally started letting go of me. We both covered in sweat and cum and was still recovering from the intense pleasure that we just had. I said "why did we wait until now to do this?" he said "I don't know but I promise you this won't be the last. I have so much more to show you". We parted way a few hours later on our way to our college. We wanted to fuck once more but his parents interrupted us every few minutes we honestly couldn't. Keith slapped my butt as I walked upstairs and said, I guess I will see you during winter break. I'll have a good Christmas present for you. He giggled. I had no idea what was on his mind but all I know was no cock had felt nearly as good as his since I got to college. However, I did learn a few new tricks that I plan on showing him when I see him. 😏

I've been locked up in prison for almost 8 years now. I've got 4 more years to go. Maybe 2 on good behavior. Prison changes a person. So my question is. How has things changed in the ways of hooking up for sex in the free world? Also I need yalls opinion on if I'm going to have any trouble finding hookups when I get out? I mean is anybody going to want a muscled up tattooed ex con ? Prison sex is alot more aggressive! Well anyway. Here's some pics . Let me know your opinions. Thanks guys!

Dear Sirs, Hey there, 48 gay m living in the US here, and I'm not sure if this qualifies me to join your club or not? But I'm happy to tell my story and let you be the judge. This happened about 10 years ago when I was out of town on a business trip, lying in my hotel bed, snooping around on Grindr to see what the local flavor offered. It was a state college town so my hopes were high. It wouldn't take long before a guy in his mid 20's hit me up. I don't remember the exact conversation but we flirted, exchanged pics and he asked if I cared if he smoked Tina. I could try it if I wanted too. I hadn't ever tried it, but had heard about it and was curious. He said to put on my best Andrew Christians and come on over. When I got there, he took me down into the basement area that had two couches in an L shape and a giant TV playing a group, bareback scene. My first ever seeing a Treasure Island scene. Turns out this would be a night of many firsts indeed. He told me to strip down to my underwear, get comfortable on the couch and we'd start smoking our first bowl. He shot gunned the first one to me, and as I sucked it in I didn't really feel anything. When I exhaled, that's when I felt this incredible tingling in my brain and I asked if this was the T cause it was way different than weed. He had me smoke more directly out of the bowl and I remember making out hard with him and then he attacked my briefs and sucked my dick with gusto. I was so fucking horny and this felt amazing. My eyes couldn't decide whether to land on the porn or the guy sucking me off. After about, honestly who knows we were high and time meant nothing...he receives a text and says that his cousin just got off work and would it be okay if he came over? I couldn't believe I heard correctly at first. What? Your cousin? Of course he...and he smokes the same stuff as we are? You two do that together? What about the other stuff we're doing? He tells me that he and his cousin don't mess around, but I was welcome to have fun with him if I wanted. Did I want? If I didn't turn down drugs, you think I'm going to turn down this? The cousin arrives and he's even hotter than my host. The funny bulb pipe is loaded, cousin smokes on one couch while host and I are 69'ing on the other. Cousin is watching us and he and I make eye contact. Cousin starts rubbing his growing bulge. Then like a sailor under the siren's spell I stop 69'ing walk over to cousin and help him get his hardening dick out. I go down on him keeping the eye contact we had established. I stop sucking and bring my lips to his ear and whisper, "Do you want to fuck me." He nods and remaining as cool and calm as possible, I bend over supporting myself by putting my hands down on the other couch and my exposed hole was now facing Cousin. With some spit and lube he works it in (I know there was a shard put in my booty at one point in the night too) and the slow fucking began. My eyes were rolling up into my head not aware of anything else when my host slides down to the end of the couch we were at, and pushes my head into his crotch for me to suck him off. And that's basically how the rest of the night went. The two cousins never did touch each other. They both stayed on their couches. I went back and forth between them as much as I could. The energy from the crystal made that not much of an issue. Eventually I had to stop, go back to my hotel room and get ready to go to work. Needless to say it was hard to concentrate at work that day. Thinking about what had happened. I saw my host again years later. But those are different stories for a different group I think. Thank you for letting me tell my story.

Been horny as fuck lately, but due to company travel suspension I haven't had any opportunities. Have a regular guy when I travel that has fucked me probably 20 times anon ass up face down and I have only seen a dick pic of him. He's 18, mix, slender guy according to his profile. Usually likes to fuck me after I have taken a couple loads. I messaged him a couple days ago that I was travelling and we planned for him whore me out last night starting at 6pm. Got to the Days Inn, prepped and messaged him on Grindr that I was ready. He said the first guy would be there around 6:25 and three others were on the way. Got in position ass up face down, blindfold on and door propped open. In all I took 8 loads including one from the guy that was whoring me out. Never saw any pics of the guys before they arrived and didn't see them when they were in the room. He messaged afterwards and said that I felt so good with all that cum in me. He was load #5. Later he messaged and said guy number 8 was on the way a bbc. Damn the guy must have been 9", but felt great! I messaged to see if any others were coming and he said that was all. I replied that that was enough for the night. First time I had been fucked in 2 months. Ready to get whored out again though.

This one?

Honesty is good. Perhaps it's a moral necessity. But how common do you think this result is?

No, 5.5 inches isn’t too small to be satisfying for me. My husband is maybe a semi-thick 6 inches at most, but we’ve never measured his manhood. I prefer the emotional aspect of sex over the physical size of a man’s penis. I’m on the taller side at 6’2”, but have about a 5 inch cock. Largish balls that make me look bigger than my manhood really is. Now if I start behind my balls and measure forward, then I can be a good 7 inches, but that’s cheating. Then again , I never use my cock in my marriage.

I'm attracted to men of color, something about pasty white guys really grosses me out, no blue eyed blond hair for me let me have dark eyes and dark hair every time.

I came out to my wife almost 15 years ago. We had been married for 16 years at that time and hardly ever had sex. I have always been attracted to men and been having sex with men since I was in my late teens. She couldn't have been more understanding and supportive and we are still best friends, very happy and still live together. We have an open relationship and I meet men whenever I want. Personally I couldn't live a lie anymore. I got severe depression and felt suicidal. I realised that even if we had divorced and I'd ended up with nothing and had to start all over again, it still would have been better than the life I had at the time.

As I say, over and over and over, voting is not electoral masturbation. It's not designed to make you feel good. It's designed to choose between the choices offered. Smart voters understand that not all choices are viable - that there is no way Jill Stein, or Robert F Kennedy Jr., or Ralph Nader, or any other third-party candidate is going to get 270 electoral votes, or anywhere close to it, or (most likely) ANY electoral votes at all. Smart voters understand that means choosing between a Republican and a Democrat. Smart voters also understand that in most states, where one party has a significant edge in membership and where the state's entire electoral slate is awarded to the winner of the popular vote in that state, that their individual vote doesn't affect the outcome, but it CAN affect the perception of the winner. (Ronald Reagan got 525 (or 98% of the) electoral votes, from everywhere except Minnesota and DC, but he only got 58% of the popular vote. So while it appeared virtually everyone approved of him, in reality more than 40% DISapproved of him.) Smart voters also understand that, if you DO live in a state where the balance of voters means the state could go either way, it's important to vote, and if you dislike both major party candidates, to vote for the one you dislike LEAST. Because not voting means one less bit of support on the "less horrible" side to offset a bit of support on the "more horrible" side. (If the same number of people who voted for Obama in 2012 in Michigan, Wisconsin, and Pennsylvania had simply turned out to vote Democratic again, we'd never have seen a President Trump - it's not that Obama voters switched sides, it's that they didn't bother to turn out.) Smart voters can look at things like @BlackDude's comparison chart and EVEN THOUGH it (rightfully, in some cases) points out flaws in the Democrat's history, it CLEARLY shows that voting for a Republican isn't going to result in a better country. Minimizing black history (which I dispute, but for the sake of argument) is better than erasing it or banning discussion of it. For that matter, I'd dispute most of the assertions about the Democrats he made, but in every case, nonetheless, he points out how the Republicans are worse. WHY anyone would actually consider voting for the WORSE platform, the WORSE party, the WORSE candidate, is beyond me. And likewise, I can't imagine how anyone who claims to care about the results could withhold a vote for the faulty but less bad option, knowing full well from recent experience that this can lead to the election of someone worse. Sadly, though, not all voters think like this. Too many think that their vote has to be courted, and if the two major candidates don't kiss their ass enough, they just won't vote. They're the ones who, as I call it, love electoral masturbation.

Chapter 5 – Into Deep Space In Chapters 1 through 4, I tell about my weekend with Brian and, for now, Lance. We started out with sling rides in the great outdoors and have moved the action into a studio cabin at Brian’s place. We’ve been partying and playing with tongues, toys, and fists. Lance has been the most recent one getting fisted, and he pumped out a few tasty loads. We all collapsed on the bed, ready for a break and some liquid refreshments. Brian and I both removed the toys from our asses, but Lance was still plugged, so we were mainly focused on his hole. We were twisting the Gape Keeper around inside him and pulling it back and forth to make his hole stretch. This toy has a bulb shape, so it holds well when it’s in your ass and gives you a nice stretch when you put it in or take it out. We decided that it was time for more Tina. Lance, unfortunately, decided to head home. He had some things he needed to do the next day (or maybe it was already the next day) and wanted to try to get some sleep. The Gape Keeper came out, Brian and I both gave Lance’s hole some attention with our fingers and tongues and then he started to dress. Before he pulled on his shorts, I sucked his cock in my mouth and got a nice dollop of precum. He smiled as he finished dressing and said, “Have a great weekend, pigs. I may be back later.” Brian and I decided to do a slam and stay up all night playing in each other’s holes. We both got on a few apps to see if any of our other buddies were up and horny. We prepped and delivered the points (.4 for both of us). Soon, we were flying high. Grabbing my harness, Brian shoved me over to the sling. I was happy to be the one who got in and was going to get his ass worked over first. It wasn’t long before Brian’s face was in my ass, giving me an amazing rim job. This was just a prelude to much more ass work to come. He grabbed his largest Deep Space toy and lubed it up. This dildo is 14” around and goes in pretty deep. I’ve only ridden it a few times, but it has always been a great ride. Brian stuck the tip into my opening and rotated the toy around, coaxing my hole to expand. He was going to have to work to get it in all the way, but he was committed to seeing me impaled on it. It felt great having him work the dildo around my hole. He was also slowing working more of the toy into me as he rotated it. Soon, the widest part was at my entrance. This toy can be used as a butt plug since it starts out narrow, widens in the middle, then tapers down to the base, but it is also an excellent toy to shove in and out. In order to take the widest portion, I wanted to snort some poppers. They’d relax my hole and let me really enjoy the feeling of being opened up by the Deep Space. I sniffed once in my left nostril, exhaled quickly, and then took a deep inhale with my right. I held that in as long as I could. In the dark room, I could see a purplish light that was approaching me as the poppers overpowered my mind. I reached back to spread my ass for the dildo, and Brian provided steady pressure. Between my spreading and his pushing, the widest part of the toy passed through my hole and enter the deep space of my ass. I went wild on the dildo, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles as I bucked around on the toy. There was no in-and-out movement now, but just external movements that sent seismic waves through my ass. “Fuuuuuck!” was all Brian could say as my activity slowed. He just held the dildo in place, letting me enjoy the sense of fullness and stretch that it provided. I relaxed back into the sling, happy to know that I was now filled and looking forward to whatever came next. Once I caught my breath and had returned to a more normal, although still altered, state of awareness, Brian started to work my ass with the toy. The was a lot of twisting around, and he would use the base to direct the tip to new areas inside my ass. After he played like this for a while, he slowly started to pull back on the dildo. This one had been pulled into my ass, so there was suction to contend with as he worked it outwards. Brian was a pro at this and knew just how far he could take me without causing any distress. He never took it all the way out, but moving that thick middle part back and forth inside me felt amazing. The toy felt great, but it had its limitations. There’s no ability for it to prod around inside me, and it could only go so deep. Brian could get in deeper and use his fingers to hit all sorts of other areas in my guts. I looked down at him and said, “I want your fist in me.” Of course, he was happy to provide. He had me hold the toy in place while he lubed up his hands and arms. OK, maybe I did a little more than hold it in place. There was a point where Brian stopped applying lube since he was watching me pull the toy all the way out and then shove it back in my ass. “This is gonna be a great ride,” he said since he knew my ass would be wide open. He stopped my activities, grabbed the toy, and put it aside. His fisted hand slid right into my gaping ass. As he moved forward, he twisted it around, knowing the path through my ass was eased as he went through with his palm up. He was soon at my inner hole, which opened easily to him when he stroked it a bit. More of his fingers entered my colon, and he started to move them around inside my deepest caverns. Looking down at my belly, I could see his hand moving around inside me. I placed my hand over his hand, and we smiled at each other, knowing he was making me feel wonderful. Brian worked over my inner sanctum and got my second hole wide open for his hand. He was rubbing and massaging those walls, and I was feeling some amazing sensations. Sometimes, he’d pull back to reenter my second hole. It was allowing him entry with no resistance. It is such an astounding feeling to have my ass opened like this, and I was enjoying the ride. He pulled back out of my colon and started working over the lower part of my ass. This also felt great. But I knew what I needed from him now. I grabbed the poppers and told him that I wanted him to fist fuck me when they hit. He grinned wickedly at me, since he loves watching his fist penetrate my hole, and knew that this would be a fun ride. I snorted the poppers again, holding the last inhale as long as possible. I looked down at Brian and nodded, giving him the OK to pummel my ass. He pulled his hand all the way out, then shoved his fist back in. He’d twist it on the way in, then again on the way out. He shoved his fisted hand in and out of my ass, making me moan in pleasure. I had moved down in the sling so that my ass was even more accessible to him and let him go wild on my hole. He started to alternate fists. At first, he was only using his left hand, which is a little smaller than his right. Adding his right hand to the mix got my gape even wider. With his right hand, he’d enter my ass with his thumb down, then twist upwards. When he used his left hand, he entered thumb up and twisted in the other direction. Both felt great, and I enjoyed his efforts. Brian started to slow his actions, and the poppers were wearing off. While we were playing, we both heard pings on our phones, signifying incoming messages. We decided to check those and see if anyone else wanted to come over, so he slowly pulled out of my ass. He had already picked up his phone, so he videoed the removal of his hand from my hole and the gape that was left behind. He shoved the Lotus back in me, but I stayed in the sling for now. Our friend, Vic, had messaged both of us. “Fuck yeah, I’m up for it. Want me to come over?” Of course we did. Vic is 32, a little over 6’ tall, and has a lean, muscular body. He has a dusting of chest hair and a nice 8” uncut cock. He’s a top for ass work but has been known to take some of the smaller dildos in his hole. I told him to come, and he said he’d be there in about half an hour. He liked to party, but we had only smoked with him. He knew that we’d be playing in the cabin. Thirty minutes was plenty of time for me to give Brian’s ass a workout. If Vic walked in while I was buried in Brian, that was OK with us, too. We swapped places, and I lubed up a new toy, The Juicer. This one is a depth toy, but it was also pretty wide as you got to the base. The entry with this one is easy. It’s not thick at the start, and Brian didn’t know which item I had selected from his collection. It has ridges that run from the tip to the base, and rotating it inside Brian would feel wonderful. He took most of the toy with no problem, and I left the thickest part hanging outside his hole. I was just twisting the toy around inside him. The tip is flexible, so I knew that he was feeling that poking around in new places while I twisted it. Then, I decided to shove the rest of the toy in his ass. This meant he had to get over the widest part, which is over 11” around. I knew he could take it, so I applied some pressure while twisting and basically screwed it into his ass. I looked up at him and said, “It’s in, all the way to the base.” Now, I was going to start fucking him with it. This toy had already gone through his second hole, and fucking him with it would penetrate that opening again and again. Of course, he wanted some poppers first. I held off on major movements while he huffed on the brown bottle. When he put the bottle down, I started more aggressive activity. Moving the dildo in and out let the thickest part leave and reenter his ass while the tip was moving back and forth through his second hole. Brian was clearly enjoying this and had his head thrown back in ecstasy. He was moaning and squirming around on the sling, letting the Juicer hit everywhere inside his ass. While he was slowing down from the poppers, the door opened. “Fucking hot” was all that Vic said. I looked back, and he was already naked and hard. His chiseled body looked great in the low light, and his cock was glistening with precum. It was then that I realized that Brian and I were both also covered in a glaze of sweat. The humid night air, the T, and all the ass work that we had been doing let us build up a nice, heady aroma. The whole cabin probably stunk of man musk. And we were going to add more to that. I got up so that Vic could take my place. The stool was also slimy with lube (and maybe some other fluids), and Vic slid his ass around it. He grabbed the base of the toy in Brian’s ass and started to pull it out. As he was extracting it, his eyes grew wide when he realized how long it was. The Juicer is over 18” long, and most of it had been buried in Brian’s ass. Once it was out, Vic leaned in for a lick or two at Brian’s swollen hole. He patted it lightly and said, “Let’s get spun”. I grabbed Brian’s harness and helped him stand up. This also pulled the attached cock ring tighter around his dick, which let out a healthy dollop of precum. Luckily, Vic was there to lap that up.

wow....that sounds really hot to me. Never thought about piss up my ass but that sounds really horny. Thanks for the suggestion, i appreciate that 🙂

Chapter 7 – The Fun Continues In chapters 1 through 6, I tell about finally meeting up with David, a guy I’d been chatting with online for a while. He came over for the weekend, and we’ve now partied, sucked, rimmed, fisted, played with toys, and more. Bill, another friend of mine, has joined us, and he just double-fisted me while David watched. I fell asleep on the couch. I was sitting between the two guys, with my head nestled into one of David’s armpits and my feet resting on Bill’s lap. He had been rubbing my feet and I was enjoying the mixture of sweat and T that was emanating from David’s hairy pit. But, when I woke up, I was alone on the couch with a pillow under my head. I looked over and saw that Bill was in the sling, and David was working his hole over with a dildo. This was the large Kthulu dildo, which is one of Bill’s favorites. I was sure he asked to have it used on his ass. This toy has varying thicknesses, with a somewhat normal-sized head, which then expands to a gut-filling middle section. Once past the middle section, it can sit nicely in your ass or you use the middle part to expand your hole. David was pulling the toy all the way out and then reinserting it into Bill’s hole. They must have been playing for a while to get to this level of activity since Bill usually takes a while to adjust to the thickness. Bill noticed that I was awake. He grabbed the poppers, took a few deep hits, and then reached down to open his ass wide. David responded by speeding up the insertions, really giving Bill a stretch. I could see that David was twisting the toy as he moved it through Bill’s ass, which had to be giving him some great sensations. I was turned on enough that I managed to stuff four fingers into my own hole and gave Bill a bit of a show as I stretched my hole open. But, I wanted more, so I grabbed the fist butt plug again, lubed it up, and shoved it in my ass. It’s good, but it’s not the real thing. I was able to sit on it and grind it around in my ass. Of course, David saw me get up and grab it, so now they both knew I was awake again. David motioned me over. I walked over to him, and he said, “Turn around and show me that plug.” I turned around and spread my ass so that he could see the fist plug in my ass. He tapped on it a few times and gave it some twists while he was still working Kthulu in Bill’s ass. The damn kid was ambidextrous with dildos! Bill said that I should take a turn in the sling, so he got out and I got in, still plugged with the fist. David grabbed the plug and started to work it in and out of my hole. It felt great, but I wanted his hand inside me. I asked David to fist me, so he shoved the plug in and got it to sit in place while he lubed up his hands. He pulled out the plug and immediately shoved his hand in well past his wrist. This was what I wanted in my ass. He slowly twisted and flexed his hand inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my ass. I looked down at this handsome, hairy stud who was fisting me and my sexual energy peaked. Once again, I had an assgasm, spasming around David’s hand and dumping out a huge load of cum from my dick. David knew to wait for the spasms to abate before resuming his movements inside me. Bill came over and licked the cum off my stomach. There had to be some T in that too so he would get a nice little bounce from it. Then, he started to add his fingers in around David’s arm, stretching me more. Bill also sucked my tiny T dick into his mouth. I rewarded him with some more cum and a little bit of piss. Bill is a fan of watersports, but chem piss can be too strong to drink. But a little bit would be OK. For his first time as a fist top, David was quite good at it. He had an intuitive understanding of what he could do and what felt good. I was beginning to doubt his claimed lack of experience, but it was OK by me if he had played more than he claimed. Tonight, he was having a drug-fueled pig session that he would remember for a long time. David was tiring out, so he told Bill to take over fisting me. They swapped places, and David went back to sit on the couch and watch. Bill lubed up his arm up to the elbow, looked at me, and said, “We’re going deep.” His hand slid in easily, and I could quickly feel him prodding at my second hole. He knows how to open it and allow his hand to pass through, so I let him work his magic on me. He'd get a finger through, then pull back to let it close up again. Going this deep is a completely different sensation, and each time he passed through, I felt it deep inside me. He got several fingers through and was massaging the walls of my colon. I grabbed the poppers and took a few deep hits, holding the last one. The poppers, plus the T that was flowing through my body, let me feel his actions deeply. I was bucking around in ecstasy as he fucked through my second hole, getting deep into my ass. Once the rush was over, I reached down and felt around my hole. Bill’s elbow was making contact with my hole, which was a new depth level for me. He looked up and grinned. He said, “You are such a fucking pig,” and I felt every part of that statement. He played around in my colon for a while before telling me that was pulling out. He slowly removed his arm from my ass. When he was all the way out, he stroked my gape, then put the fist butt plug back in place. He told me to keep it in until he told me to take it out. Then, he helped me out of the sling. I made sure the plug stayed firmly planted in my ass. David was on the couch, playing in his hole with one of my other dildos. We went over, and Bill took hold of the dildo and started working it in and out of David’s ass. His hairy hole was expanded like never before, and he was moaning like a bitch in heat. I told him to get back in the sling, and I was going to fill his ass with something new. David positioned himself in the sling, and I sat down on the stool, still with the fist plug in place. I picked up the Seahorse and added lube to it. It slid easily into David’s ass past the halfway point. Then, we did encounter some resistance. But it was width I was going for this time, not depth, so I just played with the toy in his ass. Twisting and turning it, moving it back and forth, letting his prostate feel the tentacles move over it. I told David to hold the dildo in place. He saw me lube up my hands, and he smiled broadly. “Are you going to fist me?” he asked. I sure as hell was gonna try. Next, I slowly removed the dildo from his ass. My lubed hands went right to his hole, keeping the gape open. I quickly got four fingers from my hand in him and used those to stretch his hole open. I added some fingers from my other hand until I had three fingers from each hand buried up to the knuckles. David was doing well through this and was really enjoying the feeling. Bill had come over, and he dumped more lube on my hands. I funneled some into David’s hole to ease the entry. “Ready?” I asked. He nodded, and I applied pressure to move my hand inside him. It was tight, but he was well primed with lube and T. Once I was in up to my knuckles, I told him that I was almost in. I twisted my hand around so that he could feel the stretch, and he was loving it. Then, I looked deeply into his eyes and started to push. My hand slid into him. He knew it was inside him, but he had to reach down to verify. “Fuck, your hand is all the way inside my ass!” he said. I smiled at him, remembering my first fist. “Now, you’re a fist pig, too,” I told him. He smiled and said, “Work over my hole”. First, I pulled out again to add some more lube. You can never have too much lube, but you can have too little, and I wanted him to enjoy every bit of this event. When I inserted my hand again, his ass swallowed it eagerly. He started moving his ass around on my fist, so I wasn’t fisting him. Instead, he was fisting himself. I just held my hand steady and let him ride it. When he stilled, I started some movements of my own. He really liked when I would flex my fingers to open and close them. Twisting my hand around gave him a whole new set of sensations. Then, we started some in and out movements, with twists and flexes added in. David picked up the poppers, and I prepared for him to go nuts on my hand. He inhaled deeply and held the last huff in. I could see the poppers rush take hold of him, and he started to move back and forth in the sling, riding my wrist. It was so sexy watching this young, handsome stud fucking himself on my arm. The hairs around his hole were all matted down, and his hole stretched out beautifully when he would swing back on the sling. He really worked over his ass while he rode the poppers high. But all good things must come to an end, and I started to feel his ass pulse around my hand. Often, this signals the start of a withdrawal, so I asked if he wanted me to pull out. He nodded, so I slowly extracted my hand from his ass. I did prolong the time that my knuckles were stretching him and rolled my hand around so that he could feel a serious stretch. When I pulled all the way out, his hole gaped beautifully. It was all hairy and sloppy, dripping lube onto the floor. I stroked his hole and told him what a great job he had done. Taking your first fist is a major event for a pig, and he had done an amazing job. We got him out of the sling, and I realized that I needed to take a piss, so I walked out to the bathroom in the hall. That’s when I saw the sunrise starting. We had been playing for hours and it was now, literally, the dawn of a new day. I had to take out the fist plug to piss, and I relieved my aching bladder. When I went back into the playroom, David and Bill were cuddled together on the couch. They had noticed that it was morning, too. Bill needed to leave, but David said he came for the weekend, so he was planning to stay if that was OK with me. It sure was. That meant that we could continue to have more fun, partying and fisting like the pigs that we are.

I've topped all kinds of guys. From the closeted guys who just lie down, pull their pants down a bit and let me fuck them with maybe the occasional growl or grunt, to the guys who want to kiss, hug and make love. Nervous first time or low experience guys who take time to open up, or guys who my dick just glides up them. I've had good times topping all kinds, but the one thing he's got to do is give his hole for a complete fuck, no messing around, a good bottom is there to be fucked and he wants that specific top to feel his dick and his fucking style. My dick needs to go in him and I need to pump it until I cum. I want to fuck him for my pleasure at the speed and length of time I need for the best orgasm, and don't want to be stopping and starting, or pulling out to cum or anything like that. Interrupting the fuck because it hurts is ok, but other than that the guys has offered his hole for another man to fuck and should just take it properly until he cums. That's what makes a good bottom. He lets you fuck him your way and he enjoys it. What makes a great bottom is a whole other thing, but any good bottom can be a great time when you're horny and the situation and attraction is right.

I am okay with pain while being fucked. I quite like knowing the top is so big it is causing me discomfort and just think of his big cock slamming deep inside me the entire time.

It's the quickest way to spread my seed. There's no long back and forth, picture exchanges, bullshit...it's just "meet me here and dump your load."

I love having my ass eaten by a starving sub. That and poppers are a must if I am even considering letting someone put something inside me.

That's natural and sexy. I want the boy to ooze my seed all day and then show me the mess in his underwear. Even better is a wet spot on the rear of his pants in public. I want everyone to know what I did to him.

And that's not even mentioning all the benefits to society as a result. Less male frustration, less hate, less rape and harassment of women and so on.

PART 4 Justin, Mike and I just laid on the bed all high as fuck and we passed the bong around and gave each other shotguns. They both made sure that I got shotgunned by both of them, and I wasn’t complaining. I felt amazing and my ass was on fire. I had a big plug in it to keep their loads inside but it was aching for more cock to use it. I felt incredibly trashy, but safe with these older men who seemed to know what they were doing. I was just along for the ride. Well, as long as the ride involved cock up my ass as much as possible. My phone buzzed and it was Jake saying he was at the hotel and on his way up. Justin laughed nervously and said “oh shit, what have I done,” and Mike tried to reassure him. Even spun out of my head, I could see that it might be best if Jake didn’t just bust in on the three of us naked, high and smelling like sex. I told them to both go take a shower. They laughed and went to rinse off. I made sure to tell them both not to use any soap on their nuts, butts or pits. I wanted them to smell amazing. Jake’s knock came on the door and they both stood up, went to the large bathroom and closed the door. I decided to just wing it and answer the door naked. He knew what he was coming over for, just not ALL of it. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Looking pretty sexy. I opened the door, hiding my junk behind it while we said our hellos, so I didn’t flash some unsuspecting person in the hallway. Jake was wearing little shorts, a tank top and not much else. He was about my height, 5’4” tall and thick around the middle, but also muscled, with big legs. Like me, he was very furry for a young guy, and I found myself getting really turned on, but of course my cock wouldn’t get hard because of the T. He nervously looked around and said “where are the other guys?” I laughed to put him at ease and said they were in the shower rinsing off after round one. I brazenly told him that they had both fucked me and turned around to show him the buttplug in my ass. He touched it and I moaned. “That’s so fucking hot,” Jake said. “I really wanna fuck you, dude. I’ve been wanting to hook up with you since we first flirted online.” He grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face to his, rubbing his goatee against mine and kissing me deeply. I could smell the scent from his unwashed pits and pulled away from his kiss to deeply inhale his amazing scent. This boy smelled great, and his armpits were making my hole ache for more cock. Jake quickly pulled off his tank and shorts and he was just wearing a really sexy yellow jockstrap with a very full pouch. His cock was already rock hard. He whispered in my ear, “dude, I wanna fuck you so bad.” And gently pushed me back toward the bed and fell on top of me. We continued to make out and when we came up for air he saw the bong not he bedside table and said “fuck, dude you party too? Let’s get FUCKED up and fuck all night!” He grabbed the bong and lighter and took a huge hit, shotgunning it back and forth with me until it was gone. Then we did another, and another. I just kept getting more and more spun out of my head from the shotguns and booty bumps. I could hear the shower stop and a minute later I heard the door open. Jake’s back was to the door and I saw Mike stick his head around the corner and give me a look as if to say “well? Now?” I responded by nodding slightly so he knew that it was time. Then he quietly walked up behind Jake, who was laying on top of me making out, and lightly pinched his nipple. Jake moaned a little bit and turned to see who the intruder was. He almost jumped off the bed. “Uncle Mike? What the fuck!? What are you doing here?” Mike just laughed and said ”It’s ok, Jake, I’m here for what you’re here for. This sexy little piece of ass. Adam and I have been fucking for a while and when my buddy came to town I invited Adam over to have a threeway.” Jake still looked astonished to see his Uncle in the room and Mike sat down on the bed and pulled Jake to him, burying his nephew’s head in his hairy chest and kissing the top of his head. “I’ve hoped this might happen for a while now, Jake. I’m glad it is. I’ve always thought you were a hot little fucker. Having to shave at 14 and back hair at 17 meant you were going to turn out to be a really sexy. You definitely got the family hair genes.” Jake just laughed and said “I can’t believe it. I’ve been fantasizing about you my whole life. I jerked off so many times as a teenager remembering a glimpse I caught of you changing into your speedo!” Mike grabbed Jakes head and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss and when they separated he said “I know we’re going to have a great time tonight. Are you ready for one more?” Jake laughed and looked at him and said “fuck yeah. Let’s get this party started.” Justin was obviously listening in on this conversation through the open bathroom door, and he came walking across the room with his big uncut daddy cock swinging in front of him. “Is there room for one more?” Justin laughed as Jake’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in under 5 minutes. Mike’s “buddy” had arrived.

I piss in a glass too and masterbate and sqirt my load in the glass, let it melow over night and do it again next day💋💧🍆🤛 🚬💋

Part 6: Will Converts Two Sundays later I was meant to preach, but when my alarm went off, I found myself waking up to the worst feeling I had ever felt. I felt so sick, as if the worst flu of my life had taken hold. I rolled over and grabbed my phone, calling Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. What’s up?” “I’m really not feeling well,” I told him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to be in for the service. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just rest, and we’ll see you when you’re better.” “Thanks,” I said. I fell back to sleep for what felt like hours. My phone eventually woke me up, Dominic’s name on the screen. “Hey, Will,” he said. “Hi,” I groaned. “Is everything okay?” “I’m really sick,” I told him. “I’ve never felt this bad before.” “How long have you felt like this?” “Since this morning.” “Look, I’m on my way back. I’ll come over. Just text me your address and where you keep a spare key.” I did as he said and fell back to sleep. When I woke up next, I felt something pressing against my back, something warm and big. “You’re awake,” Dominic said, whispering into my ear. “You made it,” I said. “Wait. You should go. I don’t want you to get sick.” “I won’t,” he said. “What do you mean?” “I’ve already been sick.” “What? When?” “Twenty years ago,” he said. I didn’t understand. “Dom, you can get sick again.” “Not with this,” he said. “What are you talking about?” “You’ve got the fuck flu,” he said. “You can only get it once.” “What, like when you lose your virginity?” “No,” he told me. “Only when you’ve been pozzed.” I waited quietly, trying to understand him. “What are you talking about?” “When someone who is poz fucks someone who isn’t, that other person, hopefully, becomes poz too.” “But, what does poz mean?” “It means positive,” Dominic said. “Positive with HIV.” I was silent as the reality set it. “You mean, you’re HIV positive?” “Sure am,” he whispered into my ear, kissing my neck. “And now, so are you?” “What?” “That’s why I fucked you four times,” he said. “I needed to make sure that my strain infected you.” I felt my stomach turn, my skin growing cold. “You knew this would happen?” “I was hoping it would,” he said. “That’s why I opened the cut in your hole again. That’s why I dug my nails into your hole, making sure my cum could get to your blood.” “You did this on purpose?” “Of course, I did,” he said. “But why?” “To make you mine,” he said, holding me tight. “I’ve converted forty-nine men in my life.” He looked down at his arm, running a hand over the tally marks. “I remember each of them. But with you, you’re different.” “Why am I different?” “You’re the forbidden fruit,” he told me. “You’re the man of God, the incorruptible. From the moment I saw you at the gym, I knew I wanted you.” “At the gym? We met at my church.” “That’s where you saw me,” he said. “I saw you at the gym weeks before. From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to meet you. When one of the workers told me who you were, I knew I had to fuck you, to convert you. That’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks now. Honestly, I wasn’t sure it was going to work. It wasn’t until last Sunday when we were talking after your sermon that I knew you wanted me. All I had to do was get you to my place.” “This was a trap?” I cried, my chest heaving as I tried to hold back tears. “You did all of this to infect me? Why would you do that?” “To be with you,” he said. “I didn’t just do it to stealth you. I did it because I want to be with you. I want you to be mine. I want my strain to be a part of your body forever. I want you to carry a part of me until you die. That’s why I did it. I wanted you. And I know, deep down, you want me.” “No,” I cried, trying to push him away. My arms were too weak. “You may not feel it now, but you’ll realize it soon.” “No. I’ve got to do something. I’ve got to go to the hospital.” “It’s too late,” he told me. “You’re already converting.” I closed my eyes tight and cried. “I know it’s scary now, but soon you’ll understand how much I want you. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay until you feel better. If you still feel the same, I’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again. But, if you change your mind, which I think you will, I promise to make you mine and show you a life you’ve never even imagined.” I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. I was reeling. How could someone do something like this? I thought back to that night, going over everything he said. I remembered him saying that he wanted to make me his. I remember him saying that he wanted to convert me. I just didn’t understand what any of that meant. I did now, and I was scared. I fell asleep for several more hours. My mind was still filtering through everything I had just learned. I was now HIV positive. A lead pastor, a straight virgin, was now poz from having been fucked four times by a gay man. What had I done? Moments from the night played in my head, the way I sucked his dick, the way he inserted his fingers inside me. I could still feel his cock inside me. I could taste the cum. I could feel his warm body against mine, holding me close. It all felt amazing. It all felt like exactly what I wanted. Why can’t you have it, my mind asked? If Dominic can have it and he’s poz, why can’t you? You loved being with him. You loved having him inside you. You loved tasting him and smelling him. You never imagined sex with a woman being that good. Why run away from something that can feel so right? Maybe your life isn’t ending. Maybe it’s just beginning. I woke up, my eyes glancing over to my alarm clock where I could see it was early morning Tuesday. I’d missed Monday entirely. I turned over and searched the room, finding Dominic standing in the corner, his phone to his ear. “I won’t be in today,” he said. “I’ll be out for a few days. Reschedule my appointments if you have to. Thanks, Chris.” He turned back to me and caught my eye. “Hey,” he said. “How do you feel?” “Bad,” I told him. “But not as bad.” He nodded. “Still hate me?” I thought about this seriously. Yes, there was a part of me that was furious, but there was an even greater part of me that found the whole idea exciting. “No,” I said. He smiled. “Good.” “I feel warm,” I moaned, pushing at the covers. “Here,” he said, pulling them off me. As he did, my naked body was revealed. Both of us took notice of my hard cock. “You know,” he said, “Sometimes, while you’re converting is when you’re the most horny.” “Really?” I asked. My hand moved down to my cock and took hold. “You’re right,” I groaned. Dominic pulled his shirt off and removed his pants, revealing no underwear underneath. “You look ready to go,” I said. “Well, call me hopeful,” he said. “I was almost sure you weren’t going to kick me out. I wanted to be ready.” I smiled. “Hold on,” he said, running out of my bedroom. He came back in with a water bottle. “Remember this” he asked, shaking the contents. “These were some of your last negative loads,” he said. “I wanted to save them to use as lube for when we fucked again.” “How romantic,” I said. I was too weak to lift my legs, so Dominic did it for me, resting my legs over his shoulders. He opened the bottle and poured out my cum into his hand, rubbing it on my asshole and then rubbing it on his dick. What remained he poured on my cock. “Use your neg loads to shoot our your first poz load,” he said, rubbing his own dick. “Fuck yeah,” I said, jerking my cock. He lined up his dick and pushed inside, my ass resisting the intrusion. I winced at the pain. “Here’s some poppers,” he said, holding out the vial. He pressed down on my nostril as I breathed in. Then he moved to the other one. Once I was high enough, he closed the vial and threw it to the side. He started pumping into me, his rhythm quick and sharp. “Are you ready for another dose of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, jerking my cock. “You want my dirty load?” “Yes.” “You want me to infect you again?” “Yes.” “Don’t shoot without warning me,” he said. “I want to collect it in the bottle he said. You understand?” I nodded. He kept fucking me, my ass tearing open again. “There’s a lot of blood on my dick,” he said, smearing it on his fingers. He slipped his fingers into my hole along with is cock, resulting in a cry of pain from me. “That feel good?” “Yes, Daddy.” He pulled out his fingers and reached them out to me. “Taste your hole.” I stuck out my tongue as he reached his fingers inside my mouth. I could taste my cum, my ass juices, and my blood. All together, it tasted amazing. “I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I moaned, my hand picking up its pace on my cock. Dominic grabbed the water bottle and did his best to hold the opening to my piss slit. “I’m cumming,” I cried. “I’m cumming.” “Do it. Shoot your first poz load.” I cried as my cock shot out ropes of cum into the bottle, hitting the back and pooling inside. After nearly twelve pulses from my cock, my orgasm subsided, leaving me panting for breath. “Fucking hot,” Dominic said, holding the bottle up to his eyes. “Now, I want you to drink it the moment I start coming. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, taking the bottle and holding it close. Dominic continued to fuck my ass, his pace speeding up as his breathing became shallow. “Here it comes,” he said, his eyes locked on mine as I lifted the bottle to my mouth. “Are you ready? I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” I poured my poz load into my mouth, holding it over my tongue, savoring the flavor of what I would soon taste every time I came. Dominic’s body shook until his orgasm subsided. His chest was heaving. I watched the hairy beast of a man who had pozzed me with wonder. Never had I imagined wanting to be with anyone as much as I wanted to be with Dominic. He was everything a man should be. He was perfect. For a brief moment, I realized something that both scared me and filled me with the greatest happiness. I believed Dominic was the one person I could truly love. The fuck flu lasted several more days. Once I was feeling good enough to move around on my own, I insisted that Dominic return to work. “You’ve got bills to pay,” I told him. “I’ll be back tonight,” he said. “Have your jock on, ready to fuck.” “I will.” “Do you think you’ll feel better in time?” he asked. “To fuck?” “No,” he said, smiling. “For your job? Remember, you’re a man of God.” “Oh,” I said, admittedly forgetting all about the church. “I don’t know. Maybe.” “Could be hot,” he said. “I’d love seeing you up there preaching, knowing that I converted your ass but no one else knows.” “There’s no way anyone can know, right?” “You don’t have the biohazard symbol on your forehead,” he said. “Speaking of which, once we get you tested, do you want a biohazard tattoo?” “I never thought about getting a tattoo,” I told him. “Show me yours.” Dominic smiled. “You just want me to undo my pants and lift my shirt.” “I like seeing your body,” I told him. He undid his pants and lifted his shirt, revealing his tattoo. Admittedly, it did look hot. Knowing what it meant, knowing that it was proof of him being poz, being dangerous, it intensified his sexiness hundredfold. I reached out and pressed my hand against the tattoo, feeling his warm skin. “You’re getting me hard,” he said. “And you know I don’t have time to fuck.” “I’ll think about the tattoo,” I said. “If I say yes, will you do it?” “I wouldn’t have anyone else,” he said, kissing me. “What about a Prince Albert?” “You know I don’t know what that is.” “If I don’t tell you, it’ll be easier to get you to do it.” “Like when you converted me?” “Exactly.” “What is it?” “It’s a piercing,” he said. “It’s a metal ring through the head of your dick.” Just the idea made me wince. “I don’t think so.” “Could be hot.” “Keep thinking that.” “Fine,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”

Love being rimmed! Gets me in the right mood for being fucked and filled! Stick a bottle of poppers under my nose at the same time and away you go…