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

There’s nothing like anon bb from a bbc through the glory hole. I just started bb and was a glory hole in SF. As soon as I went into a both which had a glory hole, a guy jumps into the next booth. It was the hardest most beautiful bbc. I just started barebacking and I really wanted it. I started slurping on it and it twitch and jump when I paused. I knew it wanted my ass. I put some lube in it and turned around slid my raw hole on it and let it fuck me. The steady”thump thump” sound was hypnotic. I back up on it joining the trusts. Soon I heard him yell really loud. He was dumping his load in me and I felt each twitch. I’ve taken my first bbc anon through a glory hole and I still jerk off to that memory. What was your encounter? Please share!

I walked along the balcony of the second floor of the motel. It was a nice place...older, but not seedy. There were about 50 rooms, and it had a pool. I knocked on the door of room 37, and Kyle opened it to let me in. He had a big smile on his face, showing off those dimples that made me melt. We had met almost 2 years ago in an online chat room for older men seeking younger men. At the time he was 48 and I was 25, and we were both excited by the age gap, nevermind that we also hit it off really well. We had similar kinks and fetishes, and the sex was amazing. He also loved our size difference, since he was 6'4" and I was 5'7" and all of 130 pounds. He said he loved "wearing" me on his cock, and loved to talk dirty while we fucked. I even let him arrange a few 3ways because he said he loved watching other guys fuck me. I had wanted to try 3ways, but never had any until after I met Kyle. And since I was on prep, I didn't worry too much that the other top was a stranger. I asked him once if he ever asked the other tops if they were HIV poz, and he said, "sometimes. But you're on prep anyway." I still worried about him because I know he forgets to take pills and vitamins, and worried he would miss a dose or two. Once, while we were spooning after sex, he whispered that it was hot to think that one of the thirds might be poz. I shrugged it off since I was on prep, but he kept bringing it up, that it would be hot to watch poz guys fuck me. It obviously turned him on, and I started to think about it more and more. Then there was the time he confessed, afterwards, that the other top WAS poz. He didnt bother to mention it because we were both taking meds, but he admitted to being more turned on than ever watching a poz guy fuck me...even if there was no real risk. Hearing his confession surprised me a little, but not as much as how hard I got as I processed his secret. But that was almost a year ago now. Today was his birthday, and this was his party. There was a small sheet cake on the table with his name written on it, and a few un-lit candles. Also a pint of melting ice cream, a case of beer, and a couple brown bottles of Amyl. My gaze drifted across the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner and balloon arrangement, then bounced across the faces of the other party guests with a passive smile and a friendly nod. Seven men smiled back at me, a couple tipping their beers to me as they did so. Seven men around Kyle's age, some with dad-bods. Seven men I had never met before, but who were all a part of my birthday present to Kyle. We cut the birthday cake and sang, then mingled a bit as we ate standing. They all knew I was Kyle's boyfriend, but only a couple knew my name. I didn't ask any of their names, and none of them offered it. When everyone had finished their cake, and a couple of the men lit cigarettes, I introduced myself. "Thank you guys for coming to Kyle's party, this is an important birthday for him. I know we've never met but I'm Kyle's boyfriend Scott." They smiled and nodded, and a couple mumbled, "Hi, Scott." I continued. "I gave Kyle complete control over the guest list as part of my birthday present." Kyle stood by with his arms folded, smiling knowingly. "This year, for Kyle's birthday, I am giving him my serostatus." There was silence for a moment, and then some of the men nodded.

Went to a gay sauna two days ago with a other femboy. Were checking out the cruising area, but was pretty empty so we went into the steam room. I pushed him in a corner and we started to run each other's dick and make out kissing. This attracted quite the crowd and at least 6 or so otter men were around us. We dropped on our knees and sucked everyone off. Three guys also pressed me against the wall and fucked my ass bareback pretty damm hard. It was heaven. Later on I also emptied my balls in another guy's ass too I very happily left with three big loads in my ass that day and empty balls.

Chapter 1 – Friends Hey I’m Rich. I’m 18 years old and live with my best friend. We have a nice looking place to ourselves. Tanner family is rich so they pay for our apartment. I’ma student so I don’t really have that much disposable income. Luckily Tanner gets a monthly allowance that keeps us comfortable. Not that we need for anything, the bills and food are all part of the deal from his parents. They think we should be set up nicely while we get our education. So what do we spend our money on? That’s right, we party. We party hard. Molly, E, T, G, and occasionally even some H. Depends on how we are feeling at the time. Lately we’ve been partying a lot and the allowance is not cutting it anymore. I’m a gay vers twink white boy that has a few party friends that I can smoke and play with here and there. But unfortunately, Tanner has yet to find a straight equivalent. He has this girl he smokes out and fucks with, but she has gone sober and hasn’t returned his calls. This is unfortunately one of those weekends where we find ourselves broke and without any favors to keep the party going. We’re not like going through withdrawals but we are definitely feeling down without anything to put in our bodies. I’m sitting on the couch across from Tanner and we are brainstorming on how we can score some more pills or Tina. We go back and forth for a while until finally I tell him that I’m sorry. T: why? what for? R: I’m gonna call up and go hang with a guy that will smoke me out but it’s not your scene. Tanner asks why again. R: It’s a gay guy thing. You would be out of place and get uncomfortable if you came with me. Tanner ponders on it for a minute. He looks up at me as asks T: how uncomfortable. R: This guy like smoking out twinks like us. But he expects to see some clothes come off so he can admire the boy bodies. Tanner thinks it over some more. He counters with – T: So if I went with you, I’d have to like walk around in my underwear? R: For starters. This guy likes his boys naked. The more you party, the more he’ll want out of the deal. T: So I take it this isn’t a good scene for a straight guy. R: oh no, he loves him some straight guys walking around naked. He gets off on that. Lets him know that you are there just for the drugs. T: So I don’t see the problem. I’m very confident in my body. I walk around here in my underwear all the time. You don’t seem to have a problem with that either. Tanner snickered a bit. He knew that I was never really pervy over him. He was like a brother to me. T: So I get free drugs for showing off my goods. I think I can handle that. R: you think so huh? Well, the longer we stay there and the more we get high, the more he’s going to expect from one or both of us. T: and I am totally ok with you hooking up with this guy. I’m ok with seeing you get frisky with some dude. If the drugs are good enough, I might even be cool with him watching me jerk off. I’m very open minded like that. R: famous last words, bro. Okay, I’ll call him up. But there are a few things we need to go over first. T: okay, shoot. R: first, we have to be kind to our host. He’s sharing his shit with us and expects kindness and playfulness in return. He hates to be told no. second, don’t except anything while you’re alone with him or any other guys there. You know me and there are strength in the buddy system. You watch my back and I watch yours. Third, know your limit. The drugs will keep coming with more opportunities. You have to know what you are comfortable doing and what is off limits. The more you smoke, its assumed you wanna keep going. Fourth, know the lingo. What we do there, what we are doing is just “hanging out” and “getting comfortable”. We are not “partying”. This has a different meaning at this house. There “partying” or “being the party boy” means you’re the special entertainment for the night. You get what I’m saying, right? T: yeah yeah yeah, no “partying” unless I’m special for the night. R: I’m serious. That phrasing has special meaning there. It means you are totally down for whatever. No take backs. No do overs. It’s a verbal contract. You get me? T: okay. No partying at the homo house. I get it. just showing off my dick and maybe giving a jerk off show for the man. I know my limits. The question is, once you finally get to see my dick, will you be able to keep your hands off me. The boys both laugh up a storm. R: I’ll have to find it first. I don’t know if I have my magnifying glass with me. T: Ha ha asshole. R: not so fast. There is a fifth item to bring to your attention. The guy likes his boys smooth. I’m going to jump in the shower and shave where I need to shave. If you are coming with me, I suggest you go do the same. T: your kidding me? R: Nope, smooth as a baby’s ass. From the neck down. I don’t have much to shave off but you’ll have to shave off that peach fuzz on your chest and say goodbye to that nice happy trail. T: Damn, the things we have to do sometimes to get loaded. Chapter 2 – Meeting Gary Rich and Tanner drove over to the guy’s house. He lived relatively close. It was probably about a 15 minute drive from their place. The nervous couple walked up to the man’s house. R: okay this is your last chance to chicken out. We can still go home. T: no way man. I shaved my chest and pubes off for this. I’m getting something in my system. R: that’s the spirit. Rich rings the doorbell. They wait a few moments. The door handle begins to wiggle and the boys hold their breath. The door opens and a man appears in the doorway. He’s a white man that looks to be in his late 30’s, maybe early 40’s. He welcomes the pair and ushers them inside of the house. G: Hi guys. I’m Gary I’m glad that Rich decided to come back and chill with me. Hi Rich’s friend, glad to meet you. T: I’m Tanner, sir. Pleased to meet you. G: Good manners. I love that in a boy. Gary smiled as he looked up and down the boys. He had 2 good looking white boys at his disposal. He thought to himself – these boys are going to be fun. Especially the straight one. G: May I have your windbreaker jackets to put up? Thank you. Please follow me to the living room. The boys follow Gary to a nice open living room. There is a basketball game playing on the TV. There is a coffee table in front of the couch. It has a wooden box just sitting on it. G: Go on boys, sit down on the couch. I’ll go get us something to drink and we can all start to chill. Gary disappears from view and the boys sit there awkwardly. They patiently wait for their host. Gary reappears holding three cups of soda. He hands each of the boys a glass. G: Alright boys, here is a drink to help us start to Get along better. The three take a gulp of their respective sodas. The drink has the bitter taste of G that sticks in the mouth. Tanner took a second drink hoping the taste would balance out. He was wrong. G: oh before we down the drinks, I have some items to help us relax. Gary pulls out a baggie of pills. He takes out a few pills and hands them to the boys. Rich takes his immediately, but Tanner holds back a moment. Rich goes to Tanner’s ear. R: one’s a pill to get us hard. Take them already. They are fine. Tanner throws the pills into his mouth and gulps them down. He goes to Rich’s ear. T: what was the other one? R: just some ecstasy. It will be fine. Just drink up. The boys made some small talk with Gary while drinking their soda. Tanner was starting to wonder what if this was all a mistake, afterall, nothing was happening. Rich was deep in conversation with Gary. When both boys were finally done with their drink. This was the signal for Gary. G: hey boys, you know what would be great? If things got a little cloudy. Gary pulls out a glass pipe from his pocket. It’s preloaded with a solid puddle in the bowel. He takes out a torch and lights up. He blows out a cloud. And as he’s passing the pipe over to Rich, he says G: hey boys, go ahead and get comfortable. Mi casa es su casa. Rich kicks off his shoes and takes his hit. He blows out a fat cloud and passes it over to his friend. R: Watch out, this is good stuff. Really chemically tasting. Tanner followed suit and kicked his shoes off. They had planned ahead and not wore socks. They were barefoot. Tanner passes the pipe to the gracious host. Gary takes a small hit and pushes the bowl back to the boys. He tells them to finish it off. The boys oblige and get four good hits in each. Rich passes the empty pipe back to Gary. As Gary reaches into the wooden box on the coffee table and refills the pipe. He looks up at the boy and makes eye contact with Rich. R: Hey Gary, it sure is getting hot in here. Mind if I get more comfortable? G: No need to ask me boys. Get as comfortable as you want. Rich pulls off his shirt and looks Tanner in the eye as if saying “it’s time”. Tanner follows direction. Gary catches a glance at one of the boy’s underarms and notice it’s smooth. This makes his dick throb in his jeans. The pipe makes it’s way back over to the boys. They take a couple good rifts off the pipe before it was time to pulls their pants off. By now the Viagra was kicking in and the boys were starting to sport boners sitting there in their underwear. They were both sitting in their boxer briefs with nice looking tents in their fronts. Gary refilled the pipe again with a smirk on his face. He melted the shards and blew out his cloud. He pulls his pants off and throws off his shirt. His own dick is throbbing and trying to get out of his boxer shorts. He walks over and sits on the other side of Tanner. Tanner takes the pipe and blows his biggest cloud yet. Gary takes the pipe from Tanner. He stretches over Tanner to offer the pipe to Rich. While he pulls his hand back, he grazes Tanner’s chest. Tanner let’s out a nice little moan. The E was kicking in and starting to make the boys sweat. Gary knew their state and starts to roam Tanner’s torso with his hands. Rich takes his rip off the pipe and turns to watch the straight boy moaning at the touch of their host. Gary makes eye contact with Rich. Unspoken communication happens between the two guys. Rich goes into actions and starts to kiss on Tanner’s neck. He whispers in tanner’s ear. R: Is this okay, friend? Gary is playing with Tanner nipple with another hand on his stomach. More moans escape the straight twink. As soon as he whispers a “yes” from his mouth, Rich pulls Tanner into a nice long kiss. They start to make out. Gary’s hands sink under the boy’s waistband and touches the smooth mound before reaching the hard rod inside the boy’s underwear. Gary reaches down and plays with Tanner’s balls. This makes him make out with Rich with more intensity. Rich pulls off of Tanner’s face. He reaches down and pulls Gary’s hand out of his friend’s underwear. he places it down on the smooth inside of the thigh, just outside the underwear. R: Is this okay, friend? are we okay? T: yeah, this is okay. What happens here stays here though. R: just a couple of guys chillin with hard on’s. Speaking of which. Rich picked up his own hand and placed it on Tanner’s hard on. R: I was able to find it after all. The boys laugh and go back to making out. Gary continues to rub on the smooth boy. He goes from his inner thigh down one of his legs and back up to the thigh. He gets up and walks over to the other side of the couch be Rich. He places his hand on Rich’s thigh. This stops the boy from the make out session. G: How about we take this hang out to the jacuzzi?

Sometimes I’m so glad that I’ve been as big a slut as I have. Why, you might ask? I was hit up on Sniffies this morning by a guy who was staying in a hotel that’s literally around the corner from my place. He was looking to unload and offering my favorite scenario: Anonymous, no talking, dark room. After confirming that he was open to bareback and getting his room number, I quickly cleaned out with the douche I keep in my bathroom. All my other ‘fun’ supplies are hidden in my car because who knows when I might get the urge to stop at a bookstore or grab a short-stay room? Ready to roll, I hustled to my car and grabbed my ‘fun’ bag only to discover to my horror that I didn’t have any lube! I could make a 15-minute detour to a pharmacy to get some, but I promised him I’d be there in 5 minutes and didn’t want him to think I was ghosting him. So, I sent him a message before getting in the car. “Just discovered I don’t have any lube. I should be good with just spit.” That last statement was a hail mary, let me tell you. I’ve been fucked with just spit before, but having just douched I wasn’t sure if my hole would be slick enough with just some saliva. I hoped it would be and, since I was already taking the risk of anonymous bareback sex, figured I’d roll the dice. “OK,” he replied, and I was on my way. I messaged him when I parked and made my way to his room to discover that he had left the door ajar. I walked in to find him standing naked in the dark at the foot of the bed. There was just enough light coming in around the shades that I could navigate as I undressed. As soon as I was naked, I was on my knees in front of him. His cock was already hard – a good 6 thick inches – and he grabbed my head and shoved it into the back of my throat, then began fucking my face. I gagged, just enough to slick up his shaft for what was to come. With that, he motioned for me to get on the bed. I did as told, ass-up with the little brown bottle making regular trips to my nose. I heard him spit on his hand, then his fingers rubbed my hole. He did it a second time, then I felt the tip of his cock begin to press its way in. My hole opened greedily. I felt a slight bit of resistance as he began his entry into my guts, but it quickly disappeared. He moved slowly, easing his way inside me until he was balls-deep. It felt amazing! He grabbed my hips, moaning softly as his cock slid in and out of my willing hole. He took long, even strokes, and I felt his balls on mine with each thrust. I normally get a little vocal when getting fucked, but he didn’t leave the TV on and there was no ambient sound from elsewhere in the hotel, so I suppressed my grunts and groans as best I could. He came quietly, too, holding still against my ass as I felt him pumping his load inside me. He slid out slowly and I cleaned his cock with my mouth – naturally – then got dressed. When I got home, I messaged him to say I’m free tomorrow and the next day too – to which he replied, “I’ll be here.” VERY much hoping for a repeat (or three-peat) before he leaves town!

This is a story of when I got barebacked for the first time. I had just turned 18, I had a skinny teen body with minimal to no hair, very twink like. I was driving home from dinner in the city when I was busting to go to the toilet, I saw a public toilet that was open by the side of the road. I was young and naive, I had never heard of cruising or beats. I pulled over and got out of my car and went into the toilet. As I was washing my hands a guy entered, he must have been in his late 40's or early 50's. He was tall, greying and had a dad body. He made me look small. When drying my hands, he stood right behind me and groped my ass. I was totally shocked and I completely froze, he could sense this and continued to caress my twink ass. He then put one hand down my pants and played with my hole whilst lowering his sipper on his jeans with his other hand. He got his cock out and started jerking it. At this stage I couldn't see the size of it. He then whispered something in my ear, I was frozen and didn't hear so I responded with, "what daddy?" He said, "you like me playing with your slutty hole, don't you?" It did feel so good so I responded instinctively with "yes daddy!" He then said "will you be daddy's little slut?" At this stage I was lost in lust that I said "yes daddy, I want to be your little whore!" I turned my head slightly to get a glimpse of his cock, it was huge compared to mine, it must have been 8+ inches and it was so thick. He pulled down my trousers and exposed my ass, he then spat on my hole and entered more fingers in. By this stage my hole was beginning to open up, it felt so good having 2, 3 then 4 of his fingers in me. He then asked, "are you ready for daddy's cock?" I simply responded with "yes please daddy!" He bent me over the sink, spat on his hands to lube up my ass and his cock and he proceeded to enter me. At first it hurt because his fingers were nothing compared to the girth of his cock but with more of his spit it started to feel good. He started slowly and with every thrust it was starting to feel like the most amazing thing in the world. Hitting my prostate, wow!! His pace picked up and he was fucking me deep and hard. I was totally lost in the moment that I didn't realise that another guys had entered the toilet block. He was in his late 20's and an absolute stud, he was jerking his cock at the sight of me getting fucked by this daddy, raw and deep. Daddy asked me, "Tell me slut, do you want daddy's cum?" In this moment he could have asked me anything and I would have said yes! I was so lost in the moment that I just responded "give me your cum daddy!" A few seconds later daddy let out a manly groan, his cock pulsated and I could then feel a warm load releasing deep inside me. Daddy stayed in me for a few more seconds when he turned to the stud and said to him, "this teen slut is all lubed up with cum and ready for you! Fuck him good!" The stud then entered me raw and fucked me deep and hard. It was at this point that I saw daddy get a camara out and take a photo of the stud fucking me (I don't know what happened to this photo maybe it is on the internet somewhere or just in daddy's personal collection). Anyway, soon after, the stud let out a huge groan and I felt another warm load flood my hole. As he removed his cock, I could feel cum starting to drip out of my hole. Both men, looked closer as they watched their loads start dripping out of me. They both told me that I was a good little cumdump slut. This was the moment that I knew my destiny was to be a cumdump for men.

The neon lights of the truck stop flickered against the night sky, casting long shadows over the gravel lot filled with rumbling semis and weary travelers. It was well past midnight, and the air hung heavy with the scent of diesel and stale coffee. Inside the dingy restrooms, 18-year-old Alex leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He'd hitched a ride from the city, dreaming of adventure on the open road, but now exhaustion clawed at him. His slim frame, toned from high school track, was clad in a tight white t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his pert ass. Unaware, he dried his hands on his pants, glancing at his reflection—innocent blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and a boyish face that screamed vulnerability. Outside, Big Jake eased his massive rig into a spot near the toilets. At 45, he was a hulking figure, 6'4" with a beer gut straining his flannel shirt and arms like tree trunks from years of hauling freight. His cock, a thick nine-incher, throbbed in his jeans at the thought of fresh meat. Jake had HIV, a secret he carried like a loaded gun, passed on from a rough encounter years back. He didn't care about protection; in fact, he got off on the risk, the power of infecting some naive kid. Spotting Alex through the grimy window as the boy exited the restroom, Jake's lips curled into a predatory grin. The kid looked lost, perfect for what he had in mind. "Hey, kid," Jake rumbled, stepping out from behind his truck, his voice gravelly from cigarettes and whiskey. "You need a lift? Looks like you're stranded out here." Alex hesitated, eyeing the burly man. The trucker seemed rough but offered a ride, and with no other options, he nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Heading east, anywhere's fine." Jake clapped a meaty hand on Alex's shoulder, guiding him toward the cab. "Hop in. Got some buddies meeting up later, but we'll get you moving." As Alex climbed into the passenger seat, Jake's eyes lingered on the boy's tight jeans, imagining how that ass would feel clenching around his raw dick. The cab smelled of sweat and leather. Jake fired up the engine, but instead of pulling out, he reached into the glove compartment for a couple of beers. "Here, loosen up. Long night ahead." Alex took a swig, not noticing the bitter aftertaste as Jake watched him closely. The drug—roofies crushed into powder—would hit soon, making the kid pliable, forgetful. Minutes later, Alex's head lolled against the window, his eyelids heavy. "Wha... what's happening?" he mumbled, his body going limp. Jake chuckled, shifting the truck into gear and driving to a secluded pull-off behind the truck stop, hidden by overgrown brush. He killed the engine and hauled Alex's unconscious form into the sleeper berth at the back. The space was cramped, with a mattress stained from past conquests and chains bolted to the frame. Jake stripped the boy roughly, yanking off the t-shirt to reveal smooth, hairless pecs and pink nipples. The jeans came next, exposing Alex's slim legs and a small, uncut cock nestled in blond pubes. The boy's ass cheeks were firm, pale, begging to be spread. "Time to break you in, boy," Jake growled, shedding his own clothes. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy, already leaking precum. He didn't bother with lube; spit would do. Flipping Alex onto his stomach, Jake pried the boy's cheeks apart, spitting a thick glob onto the tight pink hole. He pressed his cockhead against it, forcing inch by inch into the drugged teen's virgin ass. Alex stirred faintly, a whimper escaping as his body instinctively clenched, but the drugs kept him from fighting back. Jake thrust deep, groaning as the tight ring gripped his shaft. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna ruin this hole for good." He pounded relentlessly, his balls slapping against Alex's taint with each brutal stroke. The boy's body rocked on the mattress, his small cock trapped beneath him, rubbing against the rough fabric. Jake reached around, jerking Alex's dick roughly to mix pain with unwanted pleasure. Sweat dripped from Jake's brow as he hammered away, feeling his HIV-positive load building. No condom—why bother? He wanted this kid marked, infected, carrying his virus forever. After twenty minutes of savage fucking, Jake buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, ropes of hot cum flooding Alex's guts. He pulled out with a wet pop, watching his seed leak from the gaping, reddened hole. Alex moaned incoherently, the drugs wearing thin but leaving him dazed. Jake wasn't done. He flipped the boy over, shoving his cum-smeared cock into Alex's slack mouth. "Suck it clean, bitch." The teen's lips parted weakly, tongue lapping at the bitter mix of ass and jizz as Jake face-fucked him, skull-fucking until he came again, shooting down the boy's throat. By dawn, Alex was chained to the berth, wrists and ankles secured with rough metal. The drugs had him in a haze, but awareness flickered as Jake climbed back in, dressed and ready to move. "You're mine now, kid. Got some pals joining the convoy. They'll love breaking you." He tossed a rag over Alex's naked body and drove toward a rendezvous point—a deserted lot where three other truckers waited, engines idling like hungry beasts. The mates were a rough crew: Tank, a bald brute with a pierced cock; Rusty, lean and tattooed with a sadistic streak; and Bull, the oldest at 50, his gut hanging over a girthy seven-incher. They'd shared loads before, passing around hitchhikers and lot lizards, but a fresh 18-year-old? That was prime. Jake pulled up, honking once. The men gathered at his cab, peering into the sleeper. "Got a present, boys," Jake announced, unlocking the chains just enough to drag Alex out. The boy stumbled, naked and cum-streaked, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "This little slut's all ours. Fresh ass, no mileage." Tank grinned, grabbing Alex by the hair and forcing him to his knees on the gravel. "Look at that pretty mouth. Bet it sucks like a vacuum." He unzipped, his pierced dick—eight inches with a thick ring through the head—slapping against Alex's cheek. The boy gagged as Tank shoved in, the piercing scraping his tongue. Rusty and Bull circled, stroking their cocks while Jake watched, his own dick hardening again. "Drug him up if he fights," Jake said, handing over a vial of poppers. But Alex was too weak to resist much, his body betraying him as Tank skull-fucked him deep, balls smacking his chin. Saliva dripped down Alex's chest as the trucker grunted, flooding his mouth with cum. "Swallow it, boy. That's just the appetizer." They hauled him into Bull's trailer, a larger setup with a makeshift sling in the corner. Alex was strapped in, legs spread wide, ass exposed and still leaking Jake's load. Bull went first, rolling on a condom but smirking as he positioned his fat cock at the boy's hole. "Gonna fill you proper." He thrust in, the latex stretching around Alex's abused ring. The teen cried out, bucking against the restraints, but Bull just laughed, pounding hard. Midway through, with Alex whimpering, Bull reached down and pinched the condom's base, tearing a small hole with his nail. "Oops," he muttered, but kept slamming, ensuring his pre-cum—and whatever else he carried—seeped in. Rusty took over next, no condom from the start. His tattooed body glistened with sweat as he rammed into Alex's sloppy hole, the boy's ass now a cum-filled mess. "Feel that? Raw and real, kid. You're gonna catch something from this." He clawed at Alex's nipples, twisting them red while his hips pistoned, cock dragging against the inner walls. Alex's own dick twitched traitorously, leaking pre as unwanted arousal built from the relentless friction. Tank flipped the sling, positioning Alex face-down so his ass jutted out. He lubed up with spit and plunged in, the piercing adding ridges of pain-pleasure. "Tighten up, bitch. Milk my load." Alex sobbed, but his body clenched, drawing groans from the brute. Tank fucked like a machine, breaking a sweat, then yanked the condom off mid-thrust—another one sabotaged earlier—and went bare, flooding the teen with thick spurts. "There ya go, infected now." Jake joined the rotation, taking Alex's mouth while Bull reclaimed the ass. The boy was double-teamed, gagging on Jake's HIV-laced cock as Bull's bare dick churned the cum inside him. The truckers rotated for hours, each breaking or ditching condoms to ensure the virus took hold. Rusty jerked Alex off during one round, forcing the boy to cum shamefully onto the floor while getting railed. By afternoon, Alex was a wreck—body bruised, hole swollen and gaping, cum oozing from every orifice. The truckers lounged, smoking and drinking, passing the boy around for quick fucks. Jake unchained him briefly, making him crawl on all fours to service each man, licking boots and balls before getting bent over the tailgate of a truck. "You're our cumdump now," Jake said, shoving Alex's face into a puddle of jizz on the ground. "Ride with us, or we leave you here leaking. But you'll want more." The drugs and abuse had broken something in the teen; he nodded weakly, body craving the twisted release. The convoy rolled out, Alex secured in Jake's sleeper, ready for the next stop. More mates would join, more loads to take, the infection sealing his fate in this endless road of depravity. Tank drove point, Rusty and Bull flanking, all knowing the kid was theirs to share, to ruin, to infect forever. As the sun set, Jake pulled Alex onto his lap in the cab, impaling him on his cock while steering one-handed. "Feel it deep, boy? That's your new life." Alex moaned, grinding down, lost in the haze of cum and submission. The truck stop faded in the rearview, but the nightmare—and the ecstasy—had only just begun. The days blurred into a haze of asphalt and ass-fucking. At every stop, the truckers added to the roster: a grizzled vet named Spike with a curved dick that hit Alex's prostate just right, making him squirt unwillingly; and Marco, a younger hauler with endless stamina, who tied Alex spread-eagle and edged him for hours before dumping raw inside. Each man knew the score—Jake's whisper about the HIV spread like wildfire, turning the sharing into a deliberate breeding session. One night at a remote weigh station, they parked in a circle, building a bonfire from scrap wood. Alex was the entertainment, stripped and oiled up, made to dance for the six truckers now gathered. His slim body glistened, cock half-hard from the poppers they'd forced on him. "Shake that ass, slut," Spike barked, and Alex obeyed, twerking until hands grabbed him. They took turns in the firelight, bending him over logs, against tires, even hoisting him between two men for a spitroast. Condoms appeared sporadically, only to be ripped or filled with holes. Marco went last, flipping Alex onto his back and folding his legs to his chest, pounding so deep the boy's toes curled. "Take my seed, poz boy," Marco hissed, erupting without barrier, his load mixing with the others in Alex's battered guts. By week's end, Alex's body ached constantly, his hole never closing fully, a constant drip of cum marking his jeans when they let him dress. Fevers came and went—early signs, Jake said with a laugh, slapping the boy's ass. "You're one of us now." The infection took hold slowly, but the truckers didn't care. They drove on, Alex chained and used, his innocence shattered on the road's endless ribbon. In the sleeper, as Jake fucked him slow and deep one night, the boy whispered, "More... please." The virus bound him, but so did the cock, the cum, the brutal brotherhood of the highway.

I want to hear if there are others like me. One of my favourite things to do is humiliate my cocksucker by getting my cum on him somewhere visible before they have to go into a public space. I've got a big dick and I apparently have decent looks because it's relatively easy to find cocksuckers willing to service me in semi-public places. Bathrooms, park trails, ally's, fitting rooms, gym locker rooms, parking lots, offices, hell even a subway restaurant employee breakroom. I don't care for the "feeling" of a blowjob too much but the power of humiliating people is so fucking fun. Usually when I seduce and compel a new cocksucker it's just to prove that I can. It's shocking how many guys will notice my bulge and then follow my instructions. The best part for me is leaving visible evidence on my conquest so they have to be seen messy in public. I do this by shooting my load without warning on specific areas. I aim for their Hair, beard, eyes, and shirt/work uniform. If you ever notice you're sandwich artist has red eyes and stains on his uniform, maybe I was there, or maybe there are others like me.

------------ Marcus ------------ --------- Introduction --------- I got bored of this quiet city… At 50, I wanted a Professional change. I was satisfied with the life I led in that Midwest small city. I made good money, I raised my son, Shawn, here with my wife, until she decided to divorce and go with her gym coach… It was just Shawn and I until he left for college and then New York City for work. I kind of envy him to live the big life There. He came out to me when being 16. I tried to be casual about it then and to to trust him, giving him advice but sex life…. Well you know, safe sex, respect for the Partners. I think he turned out to be pretty decent lad! Though we call eah other almost every Week, we have not seen each other for about two years now, as he Always busy there. Now I was alone in that city. I dated a few chicks, but not that often and I was bored. I decided to quit my job, and plan to move closer to my Son in NYC. Well at least to plan it. I contacted a few law firsm in my field of expertise there and managed to get several interviews spread within two weeks… Over the next chat with Shawn I told him I was possibly Moving in NYC, and having some intervierws for a new jobs. I asked if we could try to see each other while I would be at the hotel. On the phone, he just paused and talked to someone beside him, before declaring that would be nonsense to go to the hotel. The flat he lives in with Eric has a guest room I could crash in for the time I am here. So no need to for the hotel. After some arguing, I accepted the offer and started to take my plane tickets and confirming the interviews. Shawn never introcuded me to his boyfriend. So inviting me to stay over for two weeks with Eric would likely means this is a serious Relationship, which I was glad he found someone. As I landed and get out of the airport, I could here someone yell my name. While browsing from the source, I see my tall handsome son waving to me standing by a man in his fifties. I waved back and meet them. "Hi son", I said while hugging him tightly. "That's goot to see you. "Hi dad! Good to see you to!" he replied. "So Dad, this Eric. Eric, this is Marcus". "Hi Marcus! Good to finally meet you. Shawn has told me a lot about you" the man my age told. "Hi Eric, nice to meet you. Did he ?" I simply replied ? "Oh yes lot." he said with a genuine smile. "Shall we get going ?" he said in an affirmative tone to which Shwan prompty said, while picking up by bag "Hi Sir!". I was suspicious about their relionship. Were there really together ? I mean Eric is twice Swhan's age. And yet, there is a link between them I cannot decipher. We got a premium cab Eric has ordered and went to the city. The car stopped by a tall building not far from Central Park. We got off and they led me to the appartment which actually had a nice view on the park from the 30th floor. "Welcome Marcus!" Eric said while showing me the view. "You are good to stay as long as you are here, and if you were to move in the city, you can stay again here while you look for your own place!" "Thanks Eric, that is lovely. But what a view. I knew Shawn was earning good, but what are you doing to be able to afford such a flat ? Rent should be quite expensive." I asked in disbelief. "Well, I am a partner of an attorney firm for corporates in Manhattan. I can afford to buy such a flat. Shawn, maybe you can shoiw your Dad the rest of the appartment and where he will sleep, while I prepare dinner ?" "Sure daddy!" Shawn said blushing, before realising the ackwardness of saying this in fron of his dad... "hum... so Dad, you have seen the living and the kitchen. Follow me, I will show you your room." He led the way in a corridor and opened a door on the left, with a view on the park. "So this Eric and I's room. Yours is the next door, but we will share the batchroom which is between our rooms" as he enterd their room and proceeding to the batchroom. "You have towels there, and just help yourself for the soap. And now this is your room, with the same view as ours" he said. "Whoah, well I feel lucky to be hosted here, Son" I replied. I throw my travel bag on the bed. "So Daddy, hum ?" "Well, sorry about that but yes. He likes when I call him like this, or 'Sir'. And so do I. I mean a lot have changed now Dad, since you have been councelling me when I was 16. I am 25 now and I live a man I trust, respect and love!" "That is more than enough to me Shawn you know. Yet I am surprised that over our conversations, you never mentionned Eric. I mean, you are 25, he is what ? about my age ? you call him Daddy." "Honestly, that is why I never mentionned him before, I did not want you to think I was being groomed or anything. We have been together for a year and half now. And yes he is your age, and I am into older men." "I expect it is okay. As long as you feel ok and secure with him, as I said, that is good to me." "Thanks Dad." --------------- Eric --------------- --------- Welcoming Marcus --------- I love my boy. So when he asked me if I would be okay to welcome his Dad for a few days in my appartment, I said yes. As he hung up, I asserted "Shawn, your dad is welcome here. I am finally glad to meet him. But I do not want things to change between us while he is here." "Why would that change" he replied with a smirk... "Do you think I would stop calling you 'Daddy' in front of him ? Or that you could not let your virl grunt while you recharge me with your babies ?" "Hum... slutty boy! If you do not mind all of that, then so be it. But if things get ackward with your Dad, Don't blame me then." "I wont" he replied grabbing my crotch "It seems I stressed you a bit… You need to relax. All is gonna be fine" while getting on his knee and getting my growing cock free. "Good boy!" he sucked it good. Despite my size, being quite long with 9.5 inches and beer can girth, he manages to deepthroat me. "get undressed, I need to breed your cunt boy!" "Yes daddy" he said, raising his lusty eyes to me while putting down his pant. He gets on all fours on the sofa, facing the view to the park, while I ram my dick in him. I thrust balls deep as he gasps in surprise and pain. I just go full speed and blow inside. "Already?" Shwan complained "Stop complaining. You'll get bred tonight. We both neet to get to work." "But I will be horny all day" "Well your problem Son. Just wank off or fuck a trainee at work" getting dressed and leaving for work. The days passed until Marcus plane was Scheduled. I ordered a cab and we went them to welcome my "father in law". As Shawn spotted his dad in the crowd, he waved and at him while screaming his name. I was not expecting such a hunk. Tall, all in muscle, trimed beard. He was a desirable man his old man. We introduced each other and as I said it was time to go, my dick Twitch earing Shawn caling me "Sir". We got to my place, and I tried to be pleaseant with Marcus. As time was flying and having to get up early the next day, I proposed to prepare dinner while suggesting Shawn to show him around. Again as he called me "Daddy", my dick twitched again, while I could see the puzzled face of his father. I could hear them chatting in the guest room, while I cooking. I saw Shawn coming back alone. "Dad is having a shower. Hum that smells good". "Thanks. come over here." I ordered with a smile. I positioned Shawn in front of me while putting down our pants enough so I can fuck him. "You naughty daddy" he replied while pushing his ass back on my cock "you could not wait to be in bed" "Well no you promised me your dad being here would not change" while thrusting deeper in him. "Still the casserole so it does not stick, while put on my skewer" We go on like this until I feel by climax coming. I come close to Shawn's ear while shooting deep in him "Take my poz babies, Son!" As I observed the corridor, I notice the guest door opening "you dad is coming out, boy. You will pretend to have drop Something on the floor and suck me clean" I commanded before adding with a smile "How Marcus, I hope the shower allowed you relaxing a bit from the flight" "Oh shit, I drop Something" Shawn said while kneeling and sucking me clean while putting back both our trousers. Shawn rose to its feet and went to the sink washing his hands. "I hope the shower with view on the park was not a disturbance" I commented "Not at all. Honestly, it is king of freeing to have such a view and being able to stay nude." "I agree. That is why I love this place. Dinner is almost ready. Just take a seat and we will eat. Sorry but I have to be up early tomorrow, I need to get to Boston for a case for the day". We ate our dinner while chatting, Learning about the life of Marcus while disclosing some aspects of my Professional life and advices for the interviews to come. -------------- Shawn --------------- -------- Explaining to dad --------- I could see that Calling Eric "Daddy" was a shock to dad. While we entered his room, I explained him. As he asked he he can take a shower, I obviously said he could could. I left him alone and joined Eric in the kitchen. In a matter of seconds, I ended up stirring the dinner while being filled by his dick thrusting hard and deep. I tried not to moan too load and focus on the shower noise. As it stopped, I could feel Eric getting close and in one last thrust recharged me. At that moment, I saw dad coming out of his room while Eric ordered me to clean him. While stirring the dinner, i pretended and error and suck him clean. I could taste my ass juice mixed to his cum I love so much. I reset our trousers back up and get up. We ate our dinner cheap chatting about life but mostly work, Dad seated beside me and Eric opposite to me. Being in international finance on my hand, I let the two lawyers speaking about their work. As they chat, I tried to make Eric horny again, rubbing my feet on his crotch, which I feel awakening. Dad was the first to claim to go to bed. He and I got up and hug. Eric got up and, I could clearly notice his bonner in his pants. He hugged my dad too. There is no way he could not see or feel it himself… that would be awkward. Dad disappeared to his room. I told Eric i would clean up the day after, having taken a day off to be with dad a bit. He dragged me into the room and kiss me passionately. We got naked. He pushed me to the bed on my stomach and he started rimming me. "Oh fuck" was I could say. I notice the bathroom door was not closed. Fucked i thought to myself Dad, might hear us. As I thought this, I let out a wince as Eric just entered balls seep in me. "Well, seems your pre-loaded hole was not that opened boy" he said out loud amused, starting deep thrusts "No, please go slow" i said in a low voice. He did slow but made more powerfull thrust slamming by asscheeks with his highs and feeling his balls on my thighs. Each thrust was getting me shout in pleasure. "Your father will ear us" he said keeping the pace. I tried to keep quiet, which seems to annoy him. "I prefer when you scream boy" he said, accelerating and being more brutal. I could not contain and shout again in pleasure. "Good boy, I am gonna make you pregnant" Eric said. "Yeah... please" "You want it ? beg for it" "Please, breed me" "Louder" "PLEASE, BREED ME DADDY!!!" With that I could feel Eric exploding in me while I elreased my self on the bed sheets. As we recover from our orgasm, I just said "you are a crazy bastard" "Yeah, I know, and you are a little slut who crave for my poz seed!" We move a bit and got asleep, Eric still buried in me. I woke up in the Morning, hearing the shower. I loked at the hour and thought it was late for being Eric. I walk up to the opened bathroom, naked, and saw my father washing himself. "Ho sorry dad" I said "Ho, sorry Son, I thought you two had left for work." "No, I took my day off to be with you today. I let you finish, I will make coffee". I put a boxer on and went to the kitchen. Dad came out with a pant and a tight tshirt. "Sorry, I hope I did not woke you up". "Given the hour, that would have been necessary, any way." I said helping ourselves the coffee. "Did you spleep well ?" "After you both had finished, yes" he said with a wink "Sorry about that. We got carried away". "Men will be men, we have our needs. Though you are using not condoms anymore, right " "Oh, no Indeed.." "That is what I thought… given this nights verbal talk and your wet spot on your boxer…" I blushed…. I did not know my father could be so confronting… "But still, you know you cannot get pregnant Son, right ?" he said joking Well I felt that was the moment… "Not in th way you imagine Indeed." "Ah because there are other ways ?" "Well… yes, in the gay Community that could also mean sharing a part of our DNA with others" I could see that he was not getting it. "Some use such pregnancy metaphor while sharing their HIV in 'fertile' ass". I could see my father in disbelief… "But does that mean you are hiv positive ?" "Yes I am. Eric is also. We take of each other." "God… I am sorry, I did not know." "Do not be sorry Dad. I did not tell you so you are not worried. I am fine. More than fine actually. It have become kinda of a kink actually now" I said with a genuine smile. -- To be continued --

My hole after 6 hours of churning at CumUnion LV

Sorry for the delay guys. I've had a bit of a hiatus from the site and wrote some stories on the time away. I hope you like then as much as this story. As for continuing this story, I've kind of lost my flow and it's hard to go back to characters once I've moved on in my head. I'll spend some time trying to get back into this one but I can't promise anything. Hopefully I'll be adding something new to this sorry soon.

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

Yes, changed jobs so have been busy. hope all is well with you

Cookies N Cream (I am SO not helpful.)

Use my hole and don’t pull out

From last night.

Chapter 5 – Pete and Rich Gary’s phone chime went off and he turned his attention to his phone. He clicked away and a smile came upon his face. He got up and walked over to the front door. He returned with another man. He was slightly shorter than Gary but similar, looks like he could be his relative or something. G: Hey Tanner, this is Pete. Hey Rich, looks it’s Pete. Rich instantly became elated to see the new man. G: Pete came especially for you Rich. R: Okay, Tanner, I’ll be right back. I’m going into the other room with Pete. We have stuff to discuss. I shouldn’t be that long. Just stay here with Gary. He’ll take care of you for a moment. He bent down to Tanner’s ear. R: Just don’t be stupid. I’ll be right back. Pete handed some items over to Gary. Then Rich got up and walked into the other room with Pete. This left Tanner alone with Gary. Pete led Rich to the playroom. The main room with a bed, a sling, a fuck bench, and all sorts of fun goodies. They both sat down on the bed. R: so I knew your cousin would message you and leg you know I was coming by. We can play a little but I have to get back in there. I have to protect my friend. P: he’s a big boy, he can take care of himself. R: he’s a big boy alright. He’s packing a nice thick 6.5 maybe 7 that I finally got to see in the flesh. You know how we always wanna try out those straight ones. Especially your cousin out there. So we have to be quick. P: first thing is first. Open up your mouth. I have some really good G and I wanna fuck your passed out hole. haha just kidding. No but really watch out, this stuff is strong. Pete opens his vial of G and uses a dropper to squirt a small amount of G into Rich’s mouth. P: have you been fucked yet? R: no I’ve been on babysitting duty remember. So you going to bump me already? P: no I have other plans for you. Here take this Pete is holding a backpack and opens it. he pulls out a baggie with pills and a water bottle. He hands Richa blue pill and he takes it. he downs some water. R: what was that? P: that was a dick pill. I like my boys to be hard when I fuck them. Pete pulls out a needle. Rich looks down at the needle in his hand. R: idk about this right now. I have to keep an eye on Tanner. P:the sooner I hit you, the sooner we fuck, the sooner you go back to babysitting. R: okay but make it quick. Pete fills the syringe and makes a point. He pulls out another needle and makes another. They pull out a rubber tourniquet and Rich gets tied off. Pete finds a vein and pushes the plunger. Rich lets the tourniquet go and instantly feels the rush. He starts a bit of a coughing fit. Pete follows him and hits himself. Pete strips down naked and is already hard showing off his 8 inches. Rich immediately gets down on his knees and sucks on Pete’s meat. He gets it all sloppy wet. Pete grabs Rich and throws him down against the fuck bench. Rich gets into his position and Pete comes up behind him and pushes his dick straight in. The bottom moans like a two dollar whore in heat. Rich can feel every inch in every thrust, in and out. Fuck, how long has he been fucked in this position? His legs are starting to cramp up a bit due to the position. In between moans, he asks for a new position. Pete grabs Rich and throws him against the bed. They fuck in missionary position for about 20 minutes or so. Just as Pete is shooting his load keep in the bottom, the door opens and in comes Gary with the naked straight boy Tanner over his shoulder. Tanner gets placed in the sling. Rich jumps up and runs to his friend. R: what the fuck happened out there? G: your friend here said he wanted to parTy, just like you. You know the rules of the house. Fair game. R: how fucked up is he? And how fucked is he? G: Well he had a small amount of the good G and three or so booty bumps haha. How fucked is he? Not very fucked yet. Only put one load in him so far. I recorded some of it. Gary pulled out his phone and started playing the video for Rich and Pete. Rich is jerking off while watching his friend getting defiled and loving it. G: Don’t worry, the next load is the visual main event. R: you’re gonna fuck him again already? G: No, no, no. I’m gonna wait a while for that. No, the next one to fuck him is going to be you. And I’ll record every moment of this twacked out twink on twacked out twink fucking. Rich’s dick throbbed at the thought of seeding his best friend. Especially while he is super high. How did he let this happen? How had he not seen this coming? Chapter 6 – Next Level of Friendship Inside Rich’s head there is a struggle going on. On one hand, he had the trust and love of his best friend to think about. On the other hand, he had a very high best friend, in a sling, that is begging for more loads up his straight boy hole. At least he will be begging for more. He’s currently in a G hole. Not that bad, should wear off in a while. Rich knew which of the two sides had won out. He wanted to seed Tanner deep and have him beg for it. He looked down at his friend laying there in the sling, in a dream haze. He turned to the two men. R: okay, I’ll fuck him. But I need him more awake than this. Let’s chill a bit and come back to him when he’s pulled himself out of his Good time. G: I knew we could count on you to make the right decision my little friend. Gary walked up the boy in the sling. He took his hand and wrapped it around the boy’s hard on. He rubbed all over his smooth area. He loved a good smooth boy. His fingers circled the boy’s balls. He followed the taint to the used hole. Gary sticks his finger in just a bit. Just enough to get some of his cum on his finger. He put it up to the boy’s mouth and let him suckle on it for a moment. The two men and teen walked out of the room, leaving the boy in the sling time to crawl out of his dreamy haze a bit. They came out to the living room and the two men sat on the couch. As if already ordered to, Rich gets on his knees in front of Pete and starts sucking on his dick. Pete pulled the boy off of his dick. He was hard but still sensitive from his recent orgasm. He brushed him away and the boy moved over and started sucking on Gary’s dick. Rich went straight to deep throating the 7 inches in his mouth. Pete takes the opportunity to refill one of the pipes. He melts it and unleashes a big cloud. For a moment, the room had been visually cleared up. This cloud branched out and a haze returned to the room. Pete and Gary start shotgunning the hit between the two of them. After the cloud was passed between the two men, they would blow it down in Rich’s face. Rich thought to himself, what a waste of tina cloud. But he knew his place, and he was busy sucking dick. Beside, he had just been shot up. He was probably good for a while. He knew his hole was itching, begging for attention but he also knew there was a plan in place. He had to follow Gary’s plan to stay on his good side. They chilled on the couch like this for a while. It wasn’t until they started hearing Tanner call out from the other room did they get to their feet. They followed the boy’s voice back into the playroom. They walked up and the men stood on the boy’s sides while Rich stood between Tanner’s legs. The boy was spread eagle while his feet were strapped to the stirrups. Tanner tried to pull his arms up but found they were tied down. Tanner looked so confused. T: What happened? Why am I in this thing? G: Remember, I was giving you your booty bump. Between that and the G you took, you got unstable so I had to strap you down for your own protection. Tanner looked like he was searching his memory and found some truth in his statement. G: Do you also remember me playing with your boy hole? like this… That was the signal. Rich reached up and pushed 2 fingers fully into the boy’s ass. A sexy moan escaped and betrayed the boy. G: don’t you remember how much you liked that? Rich pushed in and out, in and out. Then he added a third finger. Tanner closed his eyes and moaned again. This time it was loud enough to have a slight echo in the room. Pete is standing on the side jerking off watching this little scene. Gary walks off for a moment while Rich continues to push in and out. Gary returns with his phone and is obviously recording. He gets a wide shot showing the twink in the sling. He goes in closer to check out the teen’s body. He zooms in on the boy’s 6.5 inch dick still standing straight up. He goes lower to zoom in on the fingers fucking the boy hole. They are gliding nicely. Gary zooms out and then gets Tanner’s face in the shot. He needed to get Tanner’s message on record. G: you like that? You like those fingers in your straight boy hole? Tanner kept his eyes closed but nodded his head in agreement. G: Do you feel good right now? Are you on a good level? Tanner kept his eyes closed and nodded yes. Gary nods at Rich and Rich pulls his fingers out fully. Tanner’s eyes shoot open. T: No, please. I need them in there. Please. It feels so good. G: you need something back in your hole to make you feel good? Is that it? Tanner looked into the phone and nodded his head yes. G: well the fingers are retired. Besides we have something better to fill you with. Do you wanna feel good again? Wanna really party? Tanner looked into the phone and really shook his head up and down. T: yeah, I wanna get so fucking high. G: oh we can get you there boy. And your little friend here is going to help. Gary turned around and started fiddling with some equipment. He was starting up some cameras he has set up to capture the action in the sling. There was one directly above Tanner that got his attention when the little red light turned on. Gary came back and put his hand on the boy’s smooth chest. He dragged his hand all over the torso. He dipped further down on the boy and went over his smooth dick and balls. A light moan from the boy was heard. G: Okay Tanner. You straight twink hottie. We’re going to get you flying. Hey Pete, make the boy a dart. Make it a good one. Rich, get down there and wet the boy’s hole. Pete walked away to get his bag. Rich got down between the sling boy’s legs and started tonguing his hole. Waves of pleasure hit Tanner. He starts moaning like he’s stuck on repeat. Pete walks back with a loaded syringe. He unbinds one of the boy’s arm and wraps it tight. P: okay now, Tanner, don’t move or this will hurt. Okay… Tanner licked his lips and nodded. Pete finds a vein and registers. Tanner looks away. P: any final words for us before you blast off? Tanner kept his eyes shut. A single tear falls from his right eye. T: Just. Just please don’t. … please don’t fuck me. The two men start laughing uncontrollably. G: Too late for that one. Pete pushes the liquid into the bloodstream. He unties Tanner’s arm and lifts it straight up. Tanner starts a coughing fit. He fights to catch his breath. Gary takes the opportunity to jerk the boy off and rubs his chest. Eventually, the boy slows down his breathing and his eyes shoot open. His eyes are all pupil. Rich looks down at his friend’s dick. He had shot his load instantly from the rush. As soon as he locks eyes with Rich, that’s his queue to put his dick against the bottom’s hole. He pushes the head of his dick in the hole. Tanner moans loudly. T: yeah, keep pushing those fingers in me. I need it in me. Rich looks into his best friend’s eyes and mouths “I’m sorry”. Then he pushes forward and slides the entire length of his 7 inches into the straight boy. Tanner throws his head back. He’s making noises of pleasure – no words per say. But definitely pleasure. Rich pulls almost completely out. This panic’s Tanner. T: no please, don’t take it out. Put it back in. I need it. R: you want me to fuck you? Fuck you with my big dick? Tanner nods yes. G: out loud. So we can hear you boy! T: Yes, I need it. I need your dick in my hole. fuck me. please fuck me. Rich smiles at his friend and slowly pushes back in. His smooth balls slap his perky ass. Rich takes his time. He gives his friend a slow passionate fucking. The kind Rich thought Tanner should have had for his first time. The men get board with the slow process Rich was dealing out. They walked off. G: Hey come get us when your done with the love making. Then the real fucking can start. Rich continued to slowly slap into his friend. Tanner was lost in the pleasure of this experience and zoned out. When he was finally ready to shoot, Rich smacked Tanner on the cheek to get his attention. R: I’m going to fucking cum in you. That’s what you want right? You want me cum deep in you? T: Yes, fill me up. Deep inside of me. Make me feel so good. Rich grabbed Tanner by the hips and made a final thrust as he started to shoot his thick ropes of cum deep in his best friend. R: Take every drop. Rich waited a moment before pulling out. He wanted as much of his cum to stay inside of his friend. After a minute or two, Rich pulled his dick out of the boy. Only a drizzle of cum escaped the boy’s hole before it closed up. Rich called out for the two men for them to return. They practically ran back. It was their turn with the boy. P: Go ahead Gary. It’s your boy. Have your turn first. T: Yes, fill me up with your dicks. I need more cum in me. G: Damn, this straight boy is really coming around. I bet you never thought this would happen to you in your wildest dreams. But tonight is all about having good times. Gary got into position and thrusted deep inside the twink. This made Tanner throw his head back and moan on repeat. Gary started deep thrusting and slamming into the boy. The balls slapping into the twink echoed in the silent room but were drowned out by the boys moans and groans. Lucky for Tanner he didn’t have to get adjusted to much. Gary’s dick was just a little thicker than Rich’s. Tanner continued to egg the men on as they pummeled his ass. Both men fucked him like they were trying to break him in two. Each shot their loads keep inside the twink. They eventually untied him and threw him on the bed so he could get some rest. Tanner had shot his load a few times while getting dicked down. After they retired Tanner, the two men each had a round deep fucking Rich. The more experienced bottom took their loads in stride. At the end of the night, they were pretty fucked up. They hydrated and waited until the sun almost came up. The two teens left the party house and Rich drove them back to their apartment. Once home, they were still horny so they put on some porn and jerked off together on the living room couch. Tanner stayed awake long enough for his hard on to die down. That’s when he finally crashed out. Chapter 7 – Evening the Score Tanner woke up around noon. He was naked in his bed. He was covered in dried sweat and dried cum. He reached down to his dick. Then he slowly reached behind himself and touched his hole. It was still a bit tender from his night festivities. Suddenly, a wave of distorted memories of the night flood him mind. Tanner thought to himself. “What the fuck had he let happen last night? Did he really do all that?” He got up and jumped in the shower. He kept replaying the events of the night in his head. How he let fingers go up his hole. How he had let his hole get eaten out. How he let the guys take his virgin hole and use it. And then there was the amazing feeling he remembered from getting fucked and shoot his load. He took some time to make sense of the whole situation. Tanner threw on some boxers and walked out to the kitchen. There was Rich, also cleaned off and wearing clean boxers. The two guys stood there in awkward silence for a long moment. Rich finally broke the silence. R: I warned you. I warned you not to say you were a parTy boy. Tanner pointed his finger at Rich and went angry in the face like he was about to explode. Then the anger disappeared off his face and drops his finger. T: yeah, you were right. That was my fuck up. The two guys share an uncomfortable chuckle. Tanner put his pointer finger back up, pointed at his friend. T: how come you never told me? R: Told you about what? T: how good it feels to get fucked up and fucked in the ass. R: you really liked it, huh? T: yes, it was amazing. If you ever tell anyone I said or did that, I’ll murder you. But it was fucking great. I never knew. R: yeah, most straight guys never find that out. To get fucked while partying feels out of this world. Glad you liked it so much. I was kinda worried that things would get weird. T: Weird why? Just because you put your dick in me? The guys laugh out loud. Tanner walks right up to Rich and slaps his ass. T: Don’t worry. I plan on evening the score next time. Tanner jumps up with excitement. R: But yeah, you made some friends last night. They loved you and your hole. They said to tell you in case you don’t remember, that no one made you suck a dick because you are straight and they respect that. Haha. But you and your hole are always welcome to come back for more. Maybe next time you could use your thick dick on one of us. They invited us back when we run out. T: Run out of what? Rich walks over to a kitchen drawer, opens it and pulls out a pipe and full baggie of tina. R: like I said, they loved you. And they love me too. So they sent us home with some favors. Before Tanner could say anything, Rich was already loading the pipe. He pulls out a torch and melts the contents of the bowel. He takes his hit with stride. One big cloud later, he passed it to Tanner. They finish a bowl and then repack the pipe. They go through another bowl while just talking about the events of the night. After reloading the pipe for a third time, Tanner takes three big hits back to back, building his tina courage to act. He goes and sits on the couch. He holds out the pipe in his hand for Rich and says… T: Come over here and blow a cloud on my dick. You gotta get me hard if I’m going to even our score and fuck you. Rich practically runs over to the couch. Tanner hands him the pipe in one hand and pulls his boxers down with the other hand. Rich looks down at his friend’s dick. It’s not hard yet but it’s not all the way soft. It’s like halfway there. Rich gets down between the legs and takes his hit. He makes it a good one but he releases it before he could get down on the dick. R: oh wow. Sorry performance anxiety haha. Rich takes another big hit and holds the pipe up for Tanner to grab. Then he puts the half hard dick in his mouth and starts sucking on it. White vapor escapes around the dick. Tanner looks down at this little scene and is loving it. He lets Rich finish off the bowl so he can enjoy the clouds surrounding his dick. Everything does its job and Tanner is hard in no time. Rich is really going to town on his friend’s dick. He’s getting that deep throat saliva coating the dick. Making it as slick as possible. Rich gets up and drops his boxers to the floor. He steps out of them and straddles his friend. Tanner’s hard dick is sliding up and down Rich’s ass crack – just teasing Rich. Rich reaches underneath himself and positions Tanner’s thick 6.5 inch dick to his hole. He pushes down and the dick slips in. Rich bounces up and down, each time getting more and more of the dick inside of himself. It takes a few bounces but Rich gets all of Tanner inside of his ass. Tanner places his hands on Rich’s ass cheeks and Rich starts to ride his best friend. It feels like hours go by while they fuck in this intimate position but in reality only about 20 mins. After that Rich climbs off of Tanner. They go over to Tanner’s bed and they lay on their sides. Tanner pushes his dick deep inside Ric. After they get tired of fucking on their sides, Rich is placed on his stomach. Tanner kicks Rich’s legs open and lays right on top of him. He fucks Rich like this, pushing the air right out of the bottom with each thrust. Tanner grabs Rich by the neck from behind and slams into the twink. T: I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’mmmmmmm uuuughh Tanner pulls out and jumps out of bed. T: alright whore, I know you are all wobbly legged now but get out of my bed. hahaha R: very funny dickless. Rich stands up and goes to walk out of the room but stops and turns toward Tanner. R: Are we good? Like it’s not going to get weird, right? With us? T: yeah, we’re good. I’m still straight. We’re still friends. I’m even cool with the other guys. It’s just good to know I have options available when I need them. Especially if we need to get high. Both guys laugh out loud. Rich walks off to jump in the shower. Tanner goes to lay in his bed. He thinks to himself – I wonder what the guys are up to right now? I think I wanna get blasted off to the moon again today. He reaches down to touch his hole. T: it wasn’t that bad. Plus the nut was amazing. HEY RICH! What do you think Gary is up to today?

Chapter 3 – The Jacuzzi The boys walked out on the back patio. The area was blocked off so that no neighbors could view the backyard. Gary grabbed another pipe that was preloaded with tina. He melted it down and walked out to join the boys on the patio. G: Before we get in, lets chill some. Follow me. They approached a gazebo that covered the jacuzzi area. It was perfect for blocking any possible wind going through the area. Gary handed the pipe to Tanner. He wasted no time in blowing his clouds. G: oh come on, you can do better than that. Bigger clouds. Bigger. Tanner had taken six good hits, each one getting bigger as he smoked. He handed an almost out bowl to Rich. He looked disappointed at the bowl. He got 2 good hits before the bowl was gone. G: Don’t worry Rich, I got backup. Gary holds up a baggie full of T. He fills the pipe for Rich and it’s his turn for encouragement. G: Come on, don’t be a little bitch. You can do better. Bigger! Rich had done exactly what Tanner had done. Smoked up most of the tina before passing it. when this bowl was empty. Gary returned the attention to the jacuzzi. G: Now Rich, you know the rules. No clothing in the water. Rich dropped his underwear and released his full 7 inches. He sank down into the warm water. He looked up at his friend. Tanner looked like he was trying to decide on whether to join Rich in the jacuzzi. He took a big breath of air and dropped his boxerbriefs. Showing off his 6.5 inches of meat. He smacked his hands together and turned to Gary. T: are you going to join us? Tanner turned toward the jacuzzi and while getting in, he was showing off his nice round ass. Gary walked up and dropped his boxers to the floor. He jumped in and joined the boys in the water. The boys went back to making out in the jacuzzi while Gary watched and slowly jerked himself off. After a while of silent watching, Gary asked the boys to sit up on the edge while they made out. They boys obeyed and sat in front of him. Gary was getting the show he had been waiting for. Two sexy twinks, wet and naked, smooth as can be, right in front of him. Gary asked the boys to bend over the edge of the jacuzzi. They agreed and gave him a show of their backsides. Perfectly round and perky. They spent 20 or 30 minutes in the water before Gary called it for the jacuzzi. They boys said they were fine but Gary insisted since the ecstasy and long times in jacuzzi don’t really mix well. They returned to the living room where the boys plopped on the couch. Gary’s phone chime went off and he turned his attention to his phone. He clicked away and a smile came upon his face. He got up and walked over to the front door. He returned with another man. He was slightly shorter than Gary but similar, looks like he could be his relative or something. G: Hey Tanner, this is Pete. Hey Rich, looks it’s Pete. Rich instantly became elated to see the new man. G: Pete came especially for you Rich. R: Okay, Tanner, I’ll be right back. I’m going into the other room with Pete. We have stuff to discuss. I shouldn’t be that long. Just stay here with Gary. He’ll take care of you for a moment. He bent down to Tanner’s ear. R: Just don’t be stupid. I’ll be right back. Pete handed some items over to Gary. Then Rich got up and walked into the other room with Pete. This left Tanner alone with Gary. Chapter 4 – ParTy boy Gary was fidgeting with something in his hand. It was getting the attention of Tanner. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. T: hey whats that in your hand? G: Oh this? It’s a vial of G. T: did you run out? G: oh no, this is special stuff. It’s stronger than the stuff we drank earlier. It’s not for beginners. For special occasions. Tanner felt slighted with the tone Gary used. Was he implying that he was a beginner user? That he was not up to the level he was at? T: special stuff huh? How special? Tanner touched the tip of his dick in a seductive way that he knew caught Gary’s attention. He jerked if slightly and a bead of precum leaked out. With his thumb, he picked up the bead of precum and pushed it into his mouth. Mmmm G: did you wanna try some of this stuff? Idk if you can handle it. it’s strong and works pretty fast. I mean, Rich is in the other room getting a little sample… T: oh fuck that bitch, if he can do it, I can do it too. G: oh idk, Rich is a pretty good party boy. Are you Tanner? Are you a good party boy? Do you party hard? T: I’m a great party boy. I love to party all night long with my girl. But that’s over with. But fuck that bitch too. Party! Party! Gary just smiled at his enthusiastic teen in front of him. G: now this stuff is strong but its best to take it straight in the mouth. Here, open your mouth. Gary used a dropper to eyeball a decent amout and dropped it on the boys tongue. He swallowed the G and it had a mean after taste. Gary handed Tanner the drink he had from earlier. It had a little soda left. Tanner tried to get the awful taste out of his mouth but it lingered. T: man, you weren’t kidding. It is strong. i’m not going to pass out or anything am i? G: why? Do you wanna pass out or something? T: no man, I just wanna have a good trip and get my nut off. G: oh that we can do. That’s what they are doing in the other room. they are taking some of this G and a good booty bump before my friend helps Rich get off. T: a what? G: a good booty bump T: yeah, whats that? G: you’ve never heard of taking some Tina and putting it up the butt? T: oh yea, I’ve seen that on some amateur porn videos I jerk off to. But that’s in a girl’s ass. G: girl ass, boy ass. Gets you super high either way. Good thing Rich is an advanced user for that level of high. T: if I was to try this booty bump thing out, you’ve have to touch my ass? G: yes, I’d have to touch your ass. T: that’s pretty gay. I might be okay with you touching my dick but my ass… idk. G: that’s okay, its not for everyone. Maybe in a couple of years when your better at using and not so new. T: oh fuck that. I’ve been using just as long as Rich. He aint better than me at smoking or anything. G: only one way to find out. T: how does it work? Gary smile grew. This fucking boy was playing right into his hands. G: you would bend over the couch and I’d lub up a finger, lube your hole a bit, push a shard up your ass, hold It there so it dissolves and then pull out. Simple right? T: and you take your hands off my ass when we’re done? G: I stop touching you whenever you tell me to stop. T: okay, lets do this before the G kicks in. Tanner gets his knees up on the couch and faces toward the couch. He bends over and puts his ass of full display. His perfect straight boy ass. The naked man stands back and enjoys the view for a moment. He jerks his dick slowly thinking how sweet this ass will taste. How tight this virgin will feel like. Gary goes back to the wooden box on the table. He pulls out bag full of Tina and a small bottle of lube. He lubes his finger and places it on the boy’s hole. He goes over the hole a few times. He circles it three times before pushing his finger in. A soft moan comes from the boy’s mouth. Tanner was surprised and hoped that Gary had not heard that. Gary pulled out and reapplied the lube a couple of times. He was able to get two fingers into the tight hole. He tried to make the tight tunnel as wet as possible. Then Gary picked out three large shards. G: now, this part is going to burn a little but just ride through it. its part of the process. You can do it. Gary used the two fingers to get the first shard deep into the boy. He starts to make noise due to the burning feeling. G: you’re almost there buddy. You can do this. Gary waited for the first rock to dissolve and pushed in the second. And then when he put in the third, the boy’s body was trembling. Once the third dissolved. He helped the boy to turn over and sit on his ass. G: okay, I just need to make sure everything went correct. I’m going to lift your legs up and I need you to hold them up for me okay? Tanner looked at Gary and his eyes were saucers. The G was kicking in and everything was feeling super heavy and floaty. The eyes were all pupil. He had the boy sit on the edge of the couch. He then pulled his legs up causing the boy to lean back into the couch. G: do you need help keeping your legs up? Tanner nodded and tried to mouth a yes. Only a moan came out of his mouth. Gary took that as a yes. He reached under the couch and pulled out restraints. He used them to tie his ankles to his wrists and then clipped them together. There the straight boy was, legs tied up. Hard as can be, hole on full display. Gary bent down and put his face right above the boy’s hole. G: now I’m going to make sure that the bump worked, okay? Gary pushes out his tongue and makes contact with the teen’s hole. Instant moans come out of the boy. Gary swirls his tongue and flicks it. he goes to town eating the boy’s hole. Tanner is overwhelmed and is pulling as his restraints but they wont budge. Gary starts fucking the hole with the whole of his tongue. The boy squirms in delight. Gary pulls away and grabs his phone. He starts to record his ass eating and the squirming boy making noises. Every once in a while, Tanner would get silent and stop squirming. Gary thought to himself – maybe he did get too much of the G if he is passing out. But that thought would be pushed away by the sound of the boy in delight again. Once the boy’s hole was sufficiently lubed with saliva, Gary fished out another shard for good measure. It pushed it in with little to no resistance for his two fingers. He left it dissolve and pushed a third finger inside the boy. When he pulled the fingers out, Tanner was mouthing some words. Finally what came out of the boy’s mouth was “please, need inside me”. G: oh I have something that’s gonna feel way better than those fingers baby boy. He set the phone down but kept recording. He wanted to record his conquest. Gary spit on his dick a couple times. He made sure every inch of his 7 inches was wet before placing his head at the entrance. G: you want this? You want this dick inside you to make you feel good? Don’t you baby boy? My little straight boy. Gary leaned forward and the head pushed inside the virgin hole. the hole was sucking on Gary’s mushroom head. He leaned forward some more and he sank three inches into the boy. He was halfway in. Gary rocked slowly so that he slowly pushed inside the boy. He slowly stretched the boy’s hole open. Once he bottomed out, he reached up and undid the restraints holding the ankles up with the wrists. He left the legs fall down against his shoulders. He continued to rock back and forth, feeling every inch inside the boy. The throbbed his dick and this made the boys moan. Gary looked down and saw that precum was leaking from the boys dickhead. He used his thumb to collect the precum and pushed the thumb into the boys lips, leaving them all glossy. He knew he didn’t have long and wouldn’t last long either, so he just rocked forward for few minutes. He didn’t fight the urge to shoot his load. He welcomed the first load pushed deep inside the boy. Gary pulled out of the teen. The boy mumbled for more. he was pretty high in the stratosphere. Gary picked up the straight boy and walked him down to the play room.

Chapter 7 – Only Fucking himself Walt walked back into the room to find his younger brother playing with his hole. Ray was enjoying his high and didn’t even realize his brother had walked back into the room. Walt took advantage of this oversight and crawled between Ray’s legs. He waited for Ray to pull his fingers out momentarily. At seeing his opening, Walt lunged his head forward and his tongue made contact with the sloppy hole. Walt started licking at the load that was freshly deposited into his brother. Ray was in bottom heaven. He loved the feeling of being eaten out. Rimming was his new favorite sex act. He was flying high and was loving every moment of it. now that the embarrassment of his ex-best friend was over with, he could just enjoy the sexual adventure with his brother. He knew this experience was changing their relationship forever but he was too high to care about that. The important thing is that while it was just the two of them, he felt safe. Like he could do anything, anything at all and it would be ok because it was between him and his brother. He thought to himself – oh fuck, I must really be high to be thinking like this. When Walt finally came up for some air, his younger brother was all goo goo eyed. Walt looked down at his whore of a junkie brother. He knew now that he would do anything for more drugs. He looked at him for a moment with pity in his eyes. Oh how low Ray had gotten himself. He was almost ready to call the whole thing to an end out of pity when Ray opened his mouth again asking for more drugs. That pushed the pity party right out of his mind. W: you chem slut. You deserve everything you get. Z: I don’t deserve to be raped for drugs. W: Rape? Oh girl, you are a delusional one aren’t you? I’ve got a lesson for you. Come on. Walt grabbed a new pipe with a fat bowl. He lit up and melted the shards in the bulb. He blew out a giant cloud. He walked over to the bed and ordered his brother up. Walt then jumped into his bed and leaned up against the bedpost. He slouched just a little bit that his lower half of his body way away from the bedpost. He called his brother over. W: Come over here and get my hard dick wet? Get it ready for your hole. Ray crawled up to his lounging brother and waited for him to pass the pipe. Walt acknowledged this by taking another hit and again ordering Ray to suck his dick. As Ray bend down to take the dick in his mouth, Walt blew out a large cloud into Ray’s face. W: Well, I’m waiting for my new whore to suck my dick already? Don’t make me tell you again. Ray got to work sucking on his brother’s dick. Walt continued to take hits and blow the clouds in his brother’s face. When Walt finally called his brother off his dick and handed him the pipe, it had only a small puddle in it. It was good for only 1 good hit. Like a good addict, Ray hit the pipe without thinking about it. He handed the pipe back to his brother, and as if his wishes were answered, his brother pulled out a baggie and refilled the pipe. Walt melted the shard and took three back to back hits. On the fourth hit, he pulled his brother up for a shotgun. This turned into a mini make out session. Ray blew out the cloud that was given to him. He waited but Walt did not offer another one. He looked at his brother longingly. Walt wrinkled his face and with disgust in his voice, started talking. W: well, be a good little whore and sit on my dick. I want you to fuck yourself on my dick. Well go on. What are you waiting for, huh? Oh probably waiting for this. Walt pulled out a small shard and placed in on the tip of his dick. It sat nicely in the piss slit of the large helmet. As if worried the shard would blow away, Ray jumped up and sat right down on the large dick. He sank down all 8 inches and felt the familiar burn in the deep of his bowels. Walt got impatient and slapped Ray on the ass. This seemed to wake the straight boy from his trance. He started rocking back and forth, leaving the length of the dick inside of him. He picked up the rhythm and soon his ass was bouncing like 2 light brown globes impaled on a dark brown staff. W: Jerk yourself off while you ride me. I now you like having my big dick in your hole. Show me how much you love it. Ray began to jerk his still hard dick as he bounced. When Walt got bored of this position, he rotated the bottom around so he was riding reverse cowboy. Walt kept looking at his lighter skinned brother’s ass engulfing his dark brown dick. He felt the load being sucked out of his dick. Almost there, he spun his spun out brother around again. The sensation of the dick rotating inside of Ray sent him over the edge and he shot his load on his brother’s chest. Ray flexed his ass muscles and soon Walt was pushed to orgasm. He shot his big brother load deep inside his younger brother. Walt held his brother down on his still hard dick. He grinded upward into his brother who was recovering from his own orgasm. W: Remember, you love every moment, every inch of what you just did. And you did it all for drugs, for that next high. No one raped you. No one made you do anything. You are just a junkie whore who sucks and fucks for more shit. Own that. Be the best Tina whore you can possibly be. Here, you earned this. Walt threw him a small baggie with a eightball in it. W: you would have had more but you smoked up most of what you earned. And based on how fast you were smoking up my shit, you’ll be out pretty fast. Hit me up when you need your lungs and hole filled again. Bye little bro Ray slowly found his underwear and put them on. He found his other clothes and began dressing in shame. As he walked out of his brother’s place, he thought to himself, damn I am never doing that again. He gripped his baggie and was off to meet up with his girlfriend. He was still horny as fuck and needed to smoke out with her and fuck her to try and repair his sense of masculinity.

Chapter 5 – Coming To. Ray opens his eyes. The room is dark and is hard for him to focus on anything. The only light is coming from the tv. It’s playing porn still. Ray heard the video before he could focus on the video. The video is of some tweeked out twink being double teamed by a latino man and a black man. One at each hole. The man fucking the twink’ mouth is blowing clouds down on the bottom. This brings back the memories of how Ray got in the current situation. The memory of his brother smoking him out. The memory of sucking on his brother’s dick. The memory of smoking while he was rimmed. And finally, he remembered his brother penetrating his virgin hole. It took him a moment to fully recall the whole experience but It all came back to him. He felt so horny still. He became aware that he was jerking himself off while reminiscing on the earlier events. Still hard as a rock. He thought to himself, how long have I been passed out? That’s when Ray heard his brother from the other side of the room. W: oh look who finally came to. Ray heard another person snicker along with his brother. Someone else was with them now. Ray could not make anyone out in the darkness but he definitely heard a second voice. He found it hard to focus. Ray remembered that he was in a G hole and would need some time to come out of it. Damn his need for drugs and more drugs. Ray thought to himself that he should get up, grab his shit, and run out of there. As if reading his mind, Walt commanded his brother’s attention. W: Hey little bro. Want another hit? Without thinking, Ray nodded his head. His body betrayed his inner struggle to run away. W: hold up. Our guest has a special request. He wants to see how desperate you are for more tina straight boy. I’ve shown him a pic of your used hole. He wants to see it used in front of his own eyes. The thought of your desperation makes him hard. Ray gulped. What had he gotten himself into? He knew he should say fuck this shit and run but his brother had all the drugs. And he needed more. Always needed more. Walt came into the light of the tv with a new pipe with a huge bowl. It looked like double the size of the bowl he was used to using. It also had a thick stem. The quality of the pipe was definitely more than he was used to. Walt picked up a torch and ignited the flame. He bounced the flame on the bowl and melted the huge puddle inside. He released a huge cloud that filled the area exposed by the light of the tv. Walt handed the pipe down to his little brother. Ray lit up and exhaled the biggest hit he has taken so far the evening. He greedily took 3 more hits before he realized that his brother was shaking his dick in the air in front of him. Ray’s eyes looked up at his big brother, pleading with him to stop this humiliation. When the eye contact did nothing, Ray started to mumble out loud. R: please, Walt. Please brother, please don’t make me do this. Not again. I’m straight man. I have a girlfriend. W: yeah, I know you have a girlfriend. She comes around here trying to get at my dick for drugs too. Stupid bitch doesn’t get anywhere with me though. She doesn’t have the right equipment for my tastes. So she blows my friends for some smoke here and there. But from where I’m standing, you seem to be the better cock suckers anyways. And you have a tighter ass than she does. I mean, everyone has hit that at least once or twice. But you’re so new and tight, you put her to shame. Ray had a look of defeat on his face. W: oh come now, you have to have known she gives her mouth and holes up for drugs. Besides, you have no moral high ground to stand on. I mean, you sucked off your own brother. You took dick from your own brother. You got bread by your own brother, like a brand new cum whore junkie that you are. Just enjoy yourself and your new position. Ray knew what his brother wanted. He took in another hit and lunged forward engulfing the dick. White clouds escaped around the dick in his mouth. This made Walt and his guest start to chuckle again. W: See, I told you so. My brother, the little cock sucker.. Ray was lost in the giving the blowjob but he listened to the two men laughing. The voice sounded familiar but in his present condition, he could not making out who it was. Beside, it didn’t matter who it was. All that mattered was making his brother’s dick happy because that meant more drugs for him. He had to keep his mind on the drugs or he feared that he would go crazy given his current state. Walt pulled his now hard dick out of his brother’s mouth and slapped his face with the thick head. He let the trail of precum leak all over the boy’s face. He pulled his dick away and took a step backwards. This left Ray on his knees in front of the dimly lit area of the TV. Walt walked away for a brief moment and came back with a blindfold. He placed it on his little brother’s eyes and tied it really snug. W: you’ll leave this on. If you take it off or it falls off before I take it off, then you leave right then without any tina in your pockets. Keep the party going for me and my friend here and you’ll have something in your pocket later. Nod if you understand. He nods indicating that he understood. W: Good boy. Now my friend here is paying for your drugs right now. Come over here and make his dick feel appreciated. Good little straight boy tina slut. Ray was totally in the dark but walked on his hands and knees. He followed the sound of the other man’s laughing. He reached his pants. Ray reached up to the fly and unzipped him. He heard the man’s pants fall to the ground. Ray reached forward again, this time feeling the man’s dick tenting in his boxer briefs. He pulled the man’s dick out and jerked the growing dick. The man spoke in a hushed voice. Man: Lick my head. Make my head nice and wet bitch. Wet my 9 inches of meat. Ray did as he was told. He leaned forward and met the man’s boner. He licked the mushroom head like it was a lollipop. He was rewarded with some precum dripping from the piss slit. W: Good little whore. Here you go. You are starting to earn this. The pipe was pushed to Ray’s lips and Walt lit the bulb for him. W: I’ll light it. just take a moment and breath the tina in. No lazy hits today. I want to see you fucked up. I know you wanna get nice and fucked up. Walt twisted the pipe for his brother and Ray sucked in a huge cloud. He blew it out and immediately put his mouth back on the pipe. This second hit was faster and deeper. The third hit was well placed. He put his mouth on the dick in front of him and started making out with the dick. Smoke leaked out from the sides of his mouth. Without much prompting, Ray started full on blowing this stranger. He did as he was told to. Hands appeared on the back of his head pushing him further down on the throbbing dick. Ray gagged on the intruding meat in his throat. He backed off with spit leaking from his mouth to the mushroom head. Again the pipe was put to his mouth and the bowl lit for him. After two more good hits, Ray returned his mouth to the dick in front on him. Without warning, the man pushed his entire dick into Ray’s throat. He gagged a bit but hands were placed on the back of his head and Ray couldn’t get away. He was forced to swallow the entire length. Again the chuckles of his brother and than man could be heard echoing in the room. Man: That’s right, swallow my meat. You know just how I like it. Ray heard the words and froze. The man kept his rhythm and fucked Ray’s throat but Ray was still as could be. He knew he recognized that voice from the chuckling. The realization of who the man was made him start coughing. The man felt waves of pleasure with his dick in the whore’s throat as he coughed. It almost put him over the edge. Almost. The man pulled his phlegm covered dick out and smacked Ray’s cheeks with the access drool. Chapter 6 – Who’s the Homo Now? Man: Did little Ray just put one and two together? Walt walked away from the scene and to the nearest wall. He flicked the light switch on and the room became illuminated. At first this blinded Ray, as his eyes were used to the dim light of the TV. It took a moment, but his eyes adjusted and a look of horror came upon his face. There standing in front of Ray was his ex-best friend Zeek. Ray was in shock. How did he find himself in this situation. Naked, hard as can be, and sucking off his ex-bestie. Z: yeah buddy. I just love how well you suck my cock. Especially since I’m supposed to be the no good homo, right? Walt walked back to the two and feigned shock. W: Why, whatever do you mean by that Zeek? Z: Oh well, back when me and your brother were younger and just starting to smoke out, I let out a secret after one of our jerk off sessions. I told him that I was bisexual and liked guys sometimes. This freaked him the fuck out. He said I was hitting on him and only wanted to get at his dick. So he called me a dirty homo and kicked me to the side like yesterday’s left overs. W: oh damn. He did you dirty like that? Z: yeah, fucked up huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who wants who’s dick now? All Ray could do is sit there in embarrassment. He had become lower than low. He wanted to get up and run away and never look back. But he looked over at his brother Walt, whom was waving the pipe as he reloaded it. This made him complacent and he remained in place. Zeek looked to his side and saw the pipe getting reloaded. He waved at Walt. Z: Plan C bro. W: Okay. I’m down Walt walked off to his dresser and came back with a baggie of powdered Tina. He handed it to Zeek. Zeek reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder and drizzled in on the head of his dick. He grabbed another pink and drizzled in on the length of his 9 inch dick. Z: oh come on now my little bitch. Come clean off my dick with your hot little mouth. Take it back in your throat in one go and we’ll start the pipe again. Ray went from frozen with fear to horny slut in the flash of second. He lunged forward and took the 9 inch monster into his throat like a seasoned whore. Once it was in, he started to gag but Zeek held him head in place. There was no escape from the situation. Ray’s mouth was filled with the awful chemical taste of raw Tina. But he loved the effect. He felt the headrush immediately. Before he knew it, a brown bottle of poppers were placed to his nostrils. Zeek held the bottle in place while Ray took a hit from each side of his nose. Zeek felt Ray hit the rush from the poppers and felt his throat relax. He took the opportunity to start to jackhammer Ray’s throat. Zeek’s balls were smacking Ray’s bottom lip. Z: yeah, I love this you dirty bitch. Zeek continued to assault Ray’s mouth for a few minutes. When he finally pulled his dick out, Walt immediately had the pipe up to Ray’s used mouth. Ray puffed out 3 good sized clouds. He tried to get back at Zeek’s dick but was slapped to the right cheek. The slap bounced in the room. Walt handed the pipe over to Zeek. He took a few hits himself before returning the pipe to Walt. Z: Hey Walt, help the chem whore to the bed. Put him on his back. Walt walked over to Ray and helped him to his feet. He walked Ray to the bed and had him sit on the edge. Zeek walked over and maneuvered Ray into the spread eagle position. Z: yeah, I like to see a good whore show off the hole before I strike. Hey Ray, play with your hole for me you Tina slut. Ray reached between his legs and started to finger himself. Walt bend down and spit on Ray’s hole to help him out with some lube. The spit helped revitalize the load that was already deposited into his ass before. Ray was pushing three fingers into himself. Walt approached Zeek with another baggie. This time, this baggie was filled with large shards. Zeek picked two out and handed the baggie back to Walt. Zeek approached the bottom as he assaulted his own hole with his fingers. Zeek grabbed the hand and pulled the fingers out. He placed the first shard into Ray’s hole and released his hand. Ray pushed the shard into himself. When he got all three fingers back in and started to feel the burn he tried to pull his fingers out. Zeek pushed on his hand so that the fingers remained in place. Z: Tell me when the heat stops. R: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Z: yeah, let me hear it baby. Ray had made a whimper to signal that the burning had stopped. Zeek read the scene and pulled the fingers out of the hole. he placed the second shard just inside the boy’s hole. He placed the tip of his dick at the entrance. Z: Shhh, shhh, shhh… Zeek slowly pushed the second shard into the quivering hole. He stopped for a moment when he had pushed half of his dick into the boy. He waited for the shard to dissolve. Once he felt the hole quiver again, he pushed the rest of his dick into Ray. He bottomed out and held steady with his balls against the bottom’s bottom. Zeek pulled Ray’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He then pulled almost entirely out, leaving only his mushroom head inside the warm hole. He slammed back into Ray with full force. Ray tried to yell but found he had all the air punched out of him. He tried to yell, scream, something, but could only make a moaning sound. Zeek kept power thrusting like that over and over and all that he could make out was the damn moaning sound. Ray knew that moaning sound. He was very familiar with that moaning sound. It was the same sound he would get his girlfriend to make when he fucked her. R: Oh gawd… what are you guys doing to me? Ray looked around to try to get his brother’s attention. Surely he would help him and stop the man from raping him. When he found his brother in his view, he noticed that he had his phone out and was recording the whole ordeal. Ray was filled with embarrassment. Not only was he getting fucked like a common whore, not only was he dripping precum by the bucket load, not only was he getting a revenge fucking from his ex-best friend, but his brother was recording it. To Ray this was the stuff of nightmares and he thought this is what hell must be like…that’s what he was thinking but as he thought that, his body was in ecstasy. He kept dwelling on the fact that he was being recorded. The thought made his dick throb. Then without any warning, right in the middle of a passionate thrusting, he let out a loud moan as he shot his thick load all over himself. Zeek looked down at this whore wetting himself from the fucking he was delivering. He started to laugh. His laughs were echoed by Walt’s own laughs. Z: Looks like the little Tina slut loves my dick enough to cream herself. Zeek scoops up some of Ray’s cum and puts it to his own mouth. Oh the amount of times he had jerked off thinking about the taste of this guy’s nut. Now that he tasted it, he felt a sense of relief. He scooped another finger’s worth and tasted it again. This sent him over the edge and he grabbed Ray by the hips. He delivered another warm load into the bowels of the Tina whore. Z: Well, you took my load so well. Who’s the homo now? Zeek and Walt laughed like they were dying of laughter. Zeek collected his clothes and got dressed. He turned to the two brothers. Z: I’ll hit you up later to see if you want another load. And Ray, the next time I see you, I want you to say “I’m a fucking homo and I need another load from my man.” That will be worth a bowl or two. Zeek turned around and headed for the door. Walt threw on a pair of boxers and walked Zeek out the bedroom door. All Ray could do was lay there on the bed on his back and continued playing with his now empty hole.

It was a few weeks later. Jason had undergone a change in more ways than one. At one point the very last thing he wanted to think about was what he’d done with Steve, or as he now referred to him, Boss. As Boss had predicted, his toxic cum had done the deed. Jason had undergone his conversion, feeling as sick as a dog and full of regret one minute, and increasingly hard and horny the next. He knew it had happened. He knew he’d converted, and the results from the home test kit had confirmed it, and as he acclimatised to his new predicament, and as Boss had predicted, he was growing into his new, true form. Jason had stayed off the dating sites during this time, only checking in occasionally to wank off to some of the ‘never’ and ‘needs discussion’ profiles. It was evident that ‘safe’ was no longer an option or held any appeal for Jason now. Then late one Friday afternoon he received a message. At first he didn’t recognise the name, then when he went into the private gallery, he immediately knew it was Steve. “Oink pig” “Oink Boss” “How you been keeping?” “Not so good lately, but now feeling better and hornier. I think you might’ve done the trick” “Nice one. How does it feel?” “It was rough but now I feel constantly horny. Is this the brotherhood?” “Hehe. Yes boy. It sounds like your application for membership has been successful” “I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I just want to get out there now” “You not gone out yet to celebrate?” “No, part of me wants to obviously” “Why don’t you come over, boy?” Jason sweated. Of course he wanted to do this. He knew he had to. He hesitated at first and then… “Sure, when you free?” Jason’s cock stirred at the idea, arranging a future date with Boss and… “I’m free now. Bring that suit. Or better still, gear up and cab over with it on” Jason got harder at the idea “Okay, sure” “That’s my boy. You know Boss wants you. I want to welcome my new brother” It took all the strength Jason had not to explode at that last message. ‘Brother’. That’s what he was now. A brother. Jason excitedly went off and retrieved the sports bag under his bed and unlocked the padlock. There it was – the suit that had caused this new rebirth. He pulled it out, lubed it and slid into its welcoming constriction. He then fired up his cab app, and booked his trip and put a tracksuit on over his fucksuit. As the cab made its way across town to Steve’s flat, Jason felt a renewed excitement. The nervousness of his previous visit a distant memory. Steve had given him the code to let himself in, and the sweat building in his suit gave him a shiver as he walked up the stairs. What had begun as an opportunity to get some cheap rubber had now led him down this path. After Steve had first fucked him, he spent most of the next day with him, discovering the pleasures of raw sex. All during that session, Steve had been certain to breed Jason three more times and the memory of that weekend had been keeping him horny throughout the last few weeks. Even when he was at his lowest ebb, the pics that Steve had sent him of that time – of Jason in the sling, or posing in his biohazard gear, and trying on other pieces – were enough to turn him on. However this time, Jason was now Steve’s equal. A newly converted and confirmed poz pig. And now it was time for a rematch. Jason let himself into Steve’s flat. Again, it was tastefully lit and Jason now knew his way around it. “I’m in here” Jason wandered down the hallway towards the playroom, and as he entered, his eyes were greeted with the sight of Steve lying in his sling wearing his trans rubber fucksuit with a black biohazard detail on his chest. He was smoking weed and broke into a broad grin as Jason stepped into his eyeline. Jason unzipped his tracksuit and threw it into the corner. Jason slipped on the waders that were waiting for him, to the delight of Steve. “Oh look at you, my beautiful brother. Come here.” Jason stepped towards Steve in the sling who removed the spliff from his mouth, and received a blowback when their lips met and kissed. Jason instantly relaxed, his horniness showing no sign of abating. “Here, strap me in brother” And Jason secured Steve’s legs and wrists into the loops of the sling, to the eternally grinning Steve’s delight. “How do you feel, Boy?” “Fucking horny, Boss” “Good boy. I have waited for this moment. The cycle to complete. You’re one of us now, brother. I took your last neg load boy, and so it’s time to reward and thank your boss with your first toxic fuck.” “Yes, brother” Jason surveyed the scene. The man who’d converted him – the predator – was now his prey. It was only fair and right to thank him. “I bet you’re nice and fucking toxic now, pig. My seed has done the job. I’ve recycled you into what you were always destined to be, my brother.” “Yes boss…” “Oh no, we’re equals now boy. We’re brothers. Pass that amyl and hoof it down. I want your poz cock in me brother” Steve unzipped and freed his hardening meat, and took a few blasts on the poppers. The scene now had clarity, the rubber felt better than it had ever felt on him. He leant down and unzipped Steve’s rubber at the crotch, exposing his toxic cock. The thing that had rebirthed into this – a poz pig, a brother. “Fuck yes brother. Breed me brother. Reward me with your toxic seed” It was enough to send Jason over the edge, but in the poppered haze, he positioned himself at Steve’s hole and worked his cock in. “Ah yeah. That’s it. Feels beautiful doesn’t it?” “Yes brother” – Jason was getting into the spirit of the occasion now – “let me flood your hole with my toxic seed.” “Fucking yes, brother. Reward me, my creation” It didn’t take long for Jason to build up a rhythm. Inside his now rewired mind he somehow knew how perfect and right this felt. To be a pozpig. A brother. He was doing what his was now destined to do. He had acquired skills he never knew he had during that fuck. Freeing Steve’s hard cock, equalling Steve’s poz chat. It was like he was a natural. Before long Jason knew he was close, his frantic fucking of this man, his pozbrother, was such a turn on that it wasn’t long before he blasted his toxic brew into Steve. Gasping, horny and feeling somehow right. Steve had moaned like a bitch all during this time, and inwardly congratulated himself for what he’d created. Jason fell onto Steve’s body and the two kissed passionately. The bond they’d formed and this moment was everything. As Jason stood up, he began to unstrap Steve from the sling, and Steve slid his way out of the seat and stood face to face with Jason and kissed again. “Thank you my brother. Thank you for rewarding your maker. Your recruitment has been a success.” Jason, a little cockily, then stared into Steve’s eyes and said “Kneel” Steve grinned again, “With pleasure” and fell down to his knees and started to suck on Jason’s pozcock. As Steve finished cleaning, he stood up again and kissed Jason again. As the two engaged in a passion that Jason had never know, Steve pulled away from Jason, and moved him towards and into the sling. “Now it’s your turn brother.”

PART 4 I heard from Tom later that the two of them were fucking regularly. I still was too. I encouraged a few of my other fuckbuddies to approach him on BBRTS as well. I told them he was skittish, but he responded well to assertiveness. To my surprise and delight, he did hook up with a couple of them who were undetectable, but he avoided the ones who weren't. After a few weeks, I asked him at the end of one of our sessions whether he'd ever been to the baths. "A couple of times, " he said. "And what happened?" I asked. "I was too shy and nervous, nothing happened." "You were turned on by the atmosphere, though weren't you?" I told him. He nodded. I told him the next time we got together I was going to take him there, it would be good for him. On the appointed day, we met in a coffee shop. He was visibly nervous. I told him to relax, that he was going to have the same good time we always had, just in an environment that would heighten the sexual charge, in close proximity to other rutting men. We walked over to the baths, down the stairs, and I booked us a room. I left the condoms offered on the counter, and guided him by the ass through the door. This was a place I knew well. I picked it because it was the bathhouse in town where there was lots of barebacking. Many of the patrons were tweakers and other users. That had never been my thing, but it meant the action was rather uninhibited. It also meant a fair number of the men were always newly poz. I led him around for a bit before taking him to our room so he could get a feel for the scene. When we got to the room, I told him to take off his clothes, and that we would go take a shower before coming back to fuck. He was still nervous, but the tour around must have accomplished its purpose, as his cock was standing to attention. We put on towels and flip flops and headed to the showers. It was hot to see the other guys checking him out while he showered, but he was too shy to check them out in return. I made a mental note of one guy who showed a particular fancy for him, visibly stroking his meat while trying to make eye contact. He looked a bit rough, but in a sexy way. As we left, I whispered something in the guy's ear. We went back to the room and started getting down to business. I got him to confess that the smell of sweat and poppers and cum turned him on. It also turned him on to think of how many guys had fucked each other on this bed, in this room. After a while I pulled out, and told him I wanted to try something different. He looked perplexed. I said, there's a place in here called the shooting gallery, where guys line up to get their cocks sucked. It's not very busy now, but there might be a little action there and I think you will enjoy watching while you're sucking my cock. Then we can come back here and I'll seed you. He looked a bit anxious, but I knew by now he was going to go along with what I wanted. I took him over to the shooting gallery. In fact, it was empty. I told him not to worry, that sooner or later a few others would come along. I positioned him on one side, and went around to the raised platform to offer him my cock. After he sucked me for a while, I saw the guy from the showers lurking in the distance. I took my cock out of his mouth and told him to stay where he was. I walked around to the other side, behind him, and took off his towel. Before he could react, I slid my cock in his ass. As he was getting used to the fucking, the guy from the showers stepped onto the platform and offered him his cock to suck. I was glad to see he took it. While he was being spit roasted, out in the open, the guy from the showers fed him a few hits of poppers. I could feel him relaxing into the moment. I nodded to the guy, who then removed his cock, and came around behind to join us. I lifted my new initiate up to look at him. "Can I fuck you?" the guy asked. He turned around and looked at me. "You should say 'yes'," I said, as I removed my cock from his ass. "Yes," he said very softly. The guy assumed the position, and slid in his cock. I fed them each a hit of poppers, and then returned to the platform to get my cock sucked, encouraging them on in their fucking. In a while the guy said, "I'm gonna fucking shoot," and bucked in his ass. He then slid out, wiped off, thanked him for the fuck and left. I let him suck my cock for a bit, then removed that and took him back to our room. He was trembling. So I got him on his back, soothed him for a bit, tasted the stranger on his ass and then slid myself back in. "It was really hot seeing you go for it like that," I said, "particularly when you didn't know his status." He looked at me, lost in the fuck, and after a while said, "I guess I've crossed a line there." I started thrusting harder, probably as hard as I had with him. In hindsight I think I wanted to rough him up a little to let that guy's cum seep in. I guided his hand to his throbbing prick. I stared in his eyes and told him, "You did cross a line, and I'm fucking proud of you, in time you're going to be a real barebacker, a poz barebacked like me." And with that, I added my own load to the stranger's, and he jerked and shot all over himself at the same time. When we'd come down from the orgasm, I told him that as before it was likely that he'd experience episodes of shame and regret, but as before, the hotness of what he'd done would help him overcome those feelings, and drive him back for more, drive him back to his true sexual self. I was right about that. He put me off with lame excuses for a couple of weeks after our adventure at the baths. I let it go a couple of times, then I confronted him with it. He told me that he felt he should stop this, that it was going to far. I told him, "I've seen you being fucked bare and I know that you are not going to be able to stop doing it forever. Maybe you could for a while. But eventually you will give into your desire in the same way you did when you realized you were gay. It's just who you are. And that means that one day you will convert. You will end up poz. And I predict that when you do, your only regrets will be about the years you sought to deny yourself to yourself." He said he'd think about what I had to say. After a few days he and I hooked up, and he told me he realized I was right about him. Entirely. I took him back to the baths a few more times after that. The next time I got us a sling room and left the door open. A few guys joined in. The time after, I fucked him in the steam room and a few others followed. The third time, I coaxed him into the orgy room and he must have taken 10 loads. After that, he didn't need me to take him, and started going to the baths on his own. And he stopped status selecting for hook ups. He converted after about 8 months. By then he wasn't afraid of it anymore. He accepted it was going to happen. He'd already told me that he was grateful for my help, that he'd become a lot less shy and anxious generally in his life, and ready to be a man. In fact, he ended up together with Tom, and they're married now. They're one of those couples who truly respect each other's sexuality. They play together and apart, fucking when they want to, and enjoying the other's slutty escapades. I told him that if he was really grateful for what I'd done, the best thing he could do to honour it was to do the same for someone else, which he has promised to do.

So ran out of lube and only had Vaseline and initially I thought “oh my god this is such a cliche” - it was enough to get a giant dick in me but still had plenty of friction, great for barebacking. Hole definitely feels more worked than a typical fuck, which I love. Might not be good for beginners but I’m far from a beginner. 🙂

I'll share this here, even though it doesn't involve a husband and doesn't fit in to the quiz responses. ""IF"" I had another husband, I would absolutely do this. My sidenote story which I'd incorporate **IF** a husband ever existed again... is something I got in to Summer 2024 but just did again for the first time lsat week. If I'd chat with someone who wasn't local and we'd developed a relationship of some sort, I'd offer to ship them one of the $8.99 jock straps from Amazon. They then pissed, wiped up cum, came in the jock for a week, wore it if they wanted, then put it in a Ziplock bag, and shipped it back to me. Back at home, if I found a particularly piggy talk, I would pitch me wearing it and then would wear it when we hooked up. The tops that loved it loved it, I sure did. Just this week, I sent out one for the first time in 2025. I imagine some imaginary future husband (I don't plan on having another) would be in to this as well, so I'd have a combo of his and the donor jocks as supply. So that's why I thought I'd share.

Totally turned on by it. I’ve had a few no-loads-refused sessions where I was the cum dump. which were loads of fun, and now I’m more turned on by the idea of sliding my cock up a cum dump’s hole and pumping him full of my load.

Thank you for yet another sensational chapter. Love your writing

Wow loved this from start to finish. My cock was dripping pre cum all the way through, especially reading the part when Tanner blows a load with the rush of his first ever hiT. Love it when that happens

Part 12 My mind is racing. I stare at the ceiling of Thomas’ guest room, I can’t believe my brother’s boyfriend fucked me last night. We didn’t see each other after the group fuck in the store, but he was so relaxed as if this was nothing special. I wonder if Thomas knows, fuck… how will he react… But I cannot finish my thoughts, my phone is ringing near my head on the pillow. It’s Thomas. ‘Hey Luke, how are you?’ I hear Thomas’ strained voice, his flu obvious. ‘Cheers big bro, I’m fine.’ I say in a voice, which doesn’t sound like me. ‘So, you are already overthinking last night, I can hear it.’ ‘Eh, how… what… sorry, I …’ ‘Stop it Luke, Mark told me everything and it is absolutely fine. We are in a sex-positive relationship and Mark is the most loving person I know. When he wants to fuck you, he has my full support to do so. Please, don’t overthink it, I know you better than yourself, so don’t fall into a rabbit hole. Just look back at your little adventure with excitement.’ ‘Wow, that… I’m confused’ ‘Don’t be. Just relax and if you want to have sex with Mark again, feel free to go for it. He is more than happy to oblige’ ‘Thomas, that is so … weird.’ ‘It isn’t, it is just the understanding that sex doesn’t need to define a relationship. Mark and I have had sex with more guys in the few months we have been together, than I could ever imagine. So, don’t loose your head over it, just enjoy sex without limitations and hesitations, you are young, make the most of it’ ‘I… I… thank you. This eases my mind immensely. But I probably will be weird around Mark for a while. You know me, I’m weird that way.’ ‘Well, I know. But you have to figure it out quickly, he is on his way to you.’ ‘What? Why?’ ‘Because your boyfriend will arrive in three hours and you wanted to pick him up from the train station as well as go shopping beforehand.’ ‘Oh fuck, I completely forgot.’ ‘That I figured, so hang up that damn phone now and get ready, Mark will be there soon’ ‘Bye’ I hang up the phone and sprint for the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, taking a quick shower, trying to fix my hair. As I walk out of the bathroom with only a towel around my waist, I hear the front door open. My first instinct was to head for my room and quickly got dressed, but I decided to greet Mark first. ‘Hey Luke’ Mark's deep voice breaks the silence of the apartment. ‘Hey Mark, I am almost ready’ ‘Don’t stress, we have time, I’m a little early’ He comes to me and envelopes me in one of his tight hugs, which feel different now. As we break the hug, I can sense Mark’s hunger for me. But I am not yet ready to give into it. ‘Has Thomas called you, he wanted to talk to you about last night’ ‘Yes, he has. And he eased my mind a lot, even gave me permission to fuck you or better be fucked by you again.’ ‘Did he now? Well, that’s very generous of him. I guess I don’t have a choice in the matter.’ ‘Oh, of course you do, but do you want to?’ I turn around, let my towel fall to the floor and head for the guest room. My naked body in full view for Mark. I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it feels right. I position myself on the bed, ass up, ready for Mark’s cock, if he decides to join me. But I didn’t need to worry as I hear the door close and immediately feel the warm of Mark’s tongue on my hole. He is rimming me relentlessly, preparing me for his cock. I moan loudly as his tongue starts to enter my hole. ‘Oh fuck’ I stammer into the cushion. Mark hasn’t said a word yet, but he has stopped licking my hole. I hear him taking of his clothes, the sound of his belt hitting the floor echoing in the room. Then I feel it, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I am so aroused that I push my ass towards his cock, the yearning for it obvious. ‘You ready to take another poz load in your little slutty ass?’ ‘Oh, yes! Fuck me with your toxic cock, make me yours’ ‘Well, then open up’ He pushes his bare cock inside me, forcing it all the way in without hesitation. My whole body reacts, my back straightens and I need to pull myself up on all fours to breath into the sensation. But Mark doesn’t give me time to adjust, he starts to slam into me with a force and violence I didn’t expect from him. It is a dominance, that makes me horny in an unknown way. I fully submit to his strength, his cock thrusting in and out of me. Suddenly, I hear a loud slap in the room, before my body realises the slap on my cheek. The pain feels right, feels earned. I moan loudly, my breathing becomes faster, but Mark just keeps thrusting in me. After almost five minutes of raw doggy Mark takes his cock out of my hole and flips me onto my back. He almost throws me at the bed. I look at him now, his hairy chest heaving heavily, his rock-hard cock under his biohazard tattoo, which is covered slightly by a beautiful thick bush, the sweat all over his body dripping on me. He positions himself over me, I see the primal hunger for sex in his eyes as his mouth finds mine. But the deep kiss is only a distraction, while our tongues connect, he pushes himself between my legs and his cock re-enters my hole. He starts again to forcefully slam his cock inside me. He breaks the kiss, takes both of my legs into his hands and watches closely as his cock enters me. My hands wander of his hairy body, before they finally settle on to his hairy ass, pulling him ever closer to me. I can fell his full length inside me, which seemed to have increased even more. In his eyes it becomes apparent, that he is close to come. ‘Give me your toxic load, fill me up with you poz cum. Fuck me, harder’ I hear my voice breathlessly moaning. ‘You are a little insatiable slut; you will get all my poz cum to fill you up. You are my little bottom poz bitch now’ And with those words Mark increases his thrusts again, before he slams into me with a final almost painful thrust to shoot his toxic load inside me. He lets out a loud moan, that sounds more like an animal than human. It is a sensation, that takes me over the edge, and I come hands free all over us, my cum hitting Mark’s chest and my stomach. Mark falls on me, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress. ‘Are you okay?’ he asks lovingly. ‘Yes, I am. That was something different, that was just feral.’ ‘Well, I am known to get a little wild during sex, especially when it is with my future brother-in-law’ ‘Well, yes… wait, what?’ ‘I’m going to propose to Thomas this Christmas. With his divorce under way, I hope to marry him by the end of next year. But I wanted to ask your permission first.’ ‘Of course you have my permission, that is wonderful… I am so happy for you two.’ I started to give Mark a congratulatory hug, while we both are still covered in my cum. Within seconds the hug turned into kissing and round two has started.

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

Chapter 2 ———- Sam ———- As my plane started it descent into my new life I was filled with excitement and nervousness. This would be the farthest I’d been from home in my life. Yea I went off to college but mom insisted I live in the dorms the whole time. Plus I had to make regular trips home. Now I would be more “free”, though still with my big brother (Josh who I called Joshie to annoy like any good little brother would) there to “help me learn how to be an adult” as mom said many times when she was trying to convince me to live with him when I took my new job. I was going to be making a good salary, even though it was just above entry level, because the field I worked in was in high demand and paid better than 90% of other fields of work. My base pay was more than enough to afford a good life in the city living alone. If my team hit our bonus targets I’d be on easy street. However mom won, as always, by using here sheer will to “convince” me and Josh to live together for at least the first 6 months. Plus with how laid back he is, I doubt he’d be much of a chaperone. I’m sure as long as I checked in with him regularly he will probably leave me alone so I could do pretty much do whatever I wanted. He and dad were a lot alike in attitude and demeanor. I could definitely vibe with that. I wasn’t that laid back and did like some things a certain way, particularly work related things, but for the most part I was more relaxed and go with the flow. This new freedom would allow and being this far away from my parents would allow to me to continue to explore what I had started to in college. I knew I was bi from around middle school on. I have been with both men and women, but recently started to lean more to the male side. Particularly because I have started to explore kinks more and more. I have been more successful with finding men that are into the kinks I am and are willing to help me learn. I have dabbled in a few things and have a long list of things I want to try. I was hopeful with Josh’s lax supervision I could be able to start checking those things off my list. That freedom is what was making me so excited. I of course was nervous from moving to a unfamiliar city, starting a new job, and entering a new phase of my life. However, those weren’t the primary reason my stomach in knots. The thing that made me most nervous, and also a most excited, was living with my brother and being around him so much. We haven’t spent more than an hour or two together in years. Not because I don’t like him but because I am afraid I like him to much. When I was younger I idolized him as any kid did his big brother. Then as I grew up and realized I was attracted to both sexes, I also found that I was attracted to Josh. When he came home on one of his visits I found myself admiring him at the dinner table and it hit me that I was attracted to him. My attraction to him only grew from there till I realized when I was a freshman in college and he was home again for a visit that not only did I have a crush on but he had a direct line to my dick. His laugh, a gentle touch as we passed each other, his warm strong hugs, hell just looking at him to long all made me want to jump his bones. I had jerked off to him more times than I’d like to admit. The idea of liking my brother was so hard to get my head around. There was a lot of shame attached to those feelings. Then in my senior year of college I had talked with a few of my new kinky friends and they helped my understand that it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. That society built a lot of artificial barriers and supposed moral absolutes that we don’t have to buy into. If anything were to happen between Josh and me it wouldn’t be a big deal. It wouldn’t be illegal. It wouldn’t result in offspring. The worst would be harsh judgements from others. By the time I graduated I had got to the point of not caring what others might think about it. This new living arrangement would put me in his vicinity a lot more than I had been in a long time. I’d have to really keep a check on my boner till I learned how sexually open Josh was. I knew he was gay and lived in a very gay city so I figured he’d be into some kink. I’d just have to figure out what kind. Then work from there and see what happened. The idea of living with him, being in his space, and the possibilities that could bring made me very anxious but also super excited and very horny. I was jolted from my dirty thoughts about what I’d do to my brother given the chance by the plane touching down on the runway. I got busy with the whole routine of getting off the plane. It was good to stretch my legs as I walked the jetway and over to the baggage claim after the long flight. I found my bags easily and then headed for the area we had agreed to meet up. I didn’t see Josh till he looked up from his phone and our eyes locked. Those beautiful green eyes, that perfectly muscled body, his sexy smile. I had to will my cock not to get hard as I made my way over to meet him. He had been leaning against a pole but he stood up when I made my way to him. I always loved how tall he was. Most people aren’t taller than me, so that was another thing that got my johnson peeking up a bit. We greeted each other with a hug. I didn’t hold it for long. I didn’t want him to feel my growing boner. We chatted as we walked to the parking lot. His beautiful car was sitting there waiting for us. I wasn’t a big car guy but I knew the car was nice. By the time we had got to what would be my new home I had my cock under control. Well that was until Josh broke the news we’d be sharing a bed for a few night till the bed he order for me arrived. The mix up on arrival dates had left me bed-less till Monday (thanks dad). But stuff happens and I wasn’t going to stress over it. Plus it help may help me figure out what Josh was into. I asked Josh if I could get a quick shower, both to wash the plane off me but also to jerk off real quick and hopefully get that out of my system. Josh led my bathroom and as he was rummaging for towels I stripped off my clothes and had almost made it to the shower when he turned around and caught my in my birthday suit. He tried to play it off but I caught him looking at my body and schlong before he looked away. He recovered quickly though. I excused my nakedness using the whole it’s normal for men to be naked around each other as an on the fly excuse to avoid admitting I was trying to sneak into the shower unseen. He went along with it but then upped the anti by basically encouraging me to be naked around him if I wanted to and stating he rarely wore clothes at home. I didn’t know what to say and needed to get in shower before my dick got hard. I took the towels he offered and got into the shower as he walked toward the door. It had taken everything in my power not to get hard in front of him. As I turned on the water I heard the bathroom door close. I melted under the hot shower and wrapped my hand around my rapidly stiffening cock. I was around 8.5-9 in when fully hard and uncut. Pretty thick. Had big balls that shoot huge loads. I really got lucky in that department. I stroked my dick to images of Josh. I thought of his smell and of the look on his face as he looked at my naked body when he didn’t think I was watching. I shot my load in no time. I rinsed off, turned off the water, and got out to dry myself down. I walked back to my currently empty room with just a towel around my waist. I needed to get fresh clothes out of my suitcase. As I was bent over debating what to wear a devilish thought creeped into my mind. I needed to test Josh interests in me at some point so why not start now. He did tell me to dress so I was comfortable. While I would of loved to walk out naked I decided to not go that far just yet. I put on a pair of very tight and revealing boxer-briefs and nothing else. I walked out down the hall past the third bedroom, which Josh had made into an office. After passing by the bathroom I walked into the big living room. The apartment was well decorated considering he’d only been living here a few months. It was nice without being showy. Josh was across the living room looking out the window as he talked on the phone. I could tell he was talking to mom by his responses. I had texted her when I landed and I saw him text here before we pulled out of the airport parking lot. But that’s our mom for you, always triple checking everything. I looked past Josh out to where his gaze was set. The day was beautiful and the apartment had a great view. You could see out to the ocean. We weren’t right on the beach but defiantly not far from it. It was really a nice apartment fit for the very popular celebrity doctor he was. He had done well for himself and really made a name in the PT world out here. I was very proud of him and he deserved all the nice things he had. “That women worries more than anyone alive. I swear she needs to take a Xanax or something.” Josh said with an edge to his deep voice as he turned around and caught the first glimpse of me in my tight underwear. “Yea, I mean I get she worries but she needs to chill a little.” I responded standing and trying not to fidget under the gaze of his emerald eyes. After about 10 seconds Josh continued on with the conversation, “Yea, you would think no one had ever moved away from home before. Plus of course she had to give me the information on your boxes which coincidentally will be here Monday along with the bedroom stuff.” “I guess it’s good I have a week to unpack and get all set before I have to report to work.” I said more to myself than Josh as I made plans for my room and the next few days. “Yea, the bed stuff comes first thing in the morning Monday. I got the first appointment slot for delivery and set up. I will be here when they arrive but you may have to finish it up for me because I have a standing appointment at 10 am that I can’t reschedule.” Josh told me helping to fill in my mental plan. “That’s no problem. I only have to go out one day next week to the office to get all my HR paperwork done before I report for my first day next Monday.” I replied. “Cool. The pizza is ordered and should be here in a few minutes. There is bottled water or Coca-Cola in the fridge. Blue Moon and Truly are in there too. If you want hard liquor the bar cart is over there.” He said clearly Intending for me to help myself. “Great, I will go with Coke for now, probably get a harder drink later. You want one?” I asked as I walked across the open plan living area from the living room to the kitchen. “No, I have a glass of bourbon already but a bottle of water would be nice. Please.” He answered back. “On it.” I said over my shoulder as I opened the door to get the drinks. I could of swore I say him looking at my ass as I walked by. I thought to myself that this may go easier than expected. My inner horny monster jumped with excitement. When I came back into the living room he was sitting on the sofa. He had turned the tv on to reruns of a tv show that been around forever but was always good. I sat next to him and handed him his water. I wasn’t far from him and as he spread his legs his right legs and knee came to rest against my leg. He looked so sexy sitting back, glass of bourbon in his hand, wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt. His bulge was not being hid by the thin material of his shorts. He smelled so good, clean, rustic, and that special Josh smell that I will always know him by. After a while he got a call that he said he to take but told me that if the pizza came the money for it was on the counter. Sure enough a few minutes later I got a text for Josh that the pizza guy was on his way up. Not thinking I grabbed the cash and walked to the door opening it when he knocked. A guy about my age, on the shorter side, dressed a little goth with back hair and piercing was standing there with a pizza bag. He also had a surprised look on his face that turned into a devilish grin. “Well well, you are looking good! Are you one of Josh’s friends?” He asked and continued before I could answer. “Those underwear look good on you and you really fill them out!” I felt stupid for forgetting I was almost naked and answering the door. But is this guy was cute and obviously into me so I flirt back and before he left I had his snap. I planned to try and arrange a session to see what was under all these baggy clothes very soon. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing. It was a little awkward at first but after a while we just seemed to get over that. We talked and laughed as we watched shit tv. We hadn’t had this type of brotherly bonding session in a long time if ever. I even ended up drinking a few glasses of bourbon. Around midnight we both decided to go to bed. I followed him into his room. It was huge and very nicely decorated. I noticed a large full body mirror leaning against one wall. Most would just it was to dress in but I had an inkling it might be for watching yourself fuck. I had to hold a giggle in when my tipsy brain thought that. The bed was huge and had a nice bed spread on it. It had multiple pillows but not all the decorative pillows some people crowd beds with. Josh went into the bathroom first to pee before bed. I looked around a little without being to nosey. He had pictures of family and friends on his dresser. He also had a few tasteful painting of naked men that were obviously professionally done hung on the walls. When he came out of the bathroom he was in a pair of boxer-trunks. I went into his bathroom to drain the snake before bed as well. It was tastily decorated and matched the theme of the rest to the house. As I finished up my slightly drunk and very horny brain decided to be a little braver. I dropped my underwear and walked to the bedroom naked. My cock was a little chubbed but not hard and it bounced in front of me as I walked. Josh was on one side of the bed sitting on the top of it having not yet got in it. He looked up at me and after a second chuckled. “Oh you sleep naked too? Seems we are more alike than I thought” he said as he stood up and dropped his trunks. His fat cock and big balls bounced out as they were released. He was tan from head to toe, had a fucking great body, and a very nice dick. He climbed under the covers and I followed his led. “Thanks for letting me stay here big bro. I know we are both apprehensive and nervous about it.” I said as he reached over and turned off the light from a switch that was by the bed. “Yea, I’d be lying if I said I was keen on the idea at first. But you seem to have turned into a cool guy. With a monster dick that’s bigger than mine, but I won’t hold that against you.” He laughed as he finished his sentence. “You aren’t to bad a guy yourself there bro. Also, you are well above normal in the meat department. I am sure you make many men happy.” I replied back with the same friendly laugh. “Yea, we got lucky there. Well good night little bro. Sleep well.” He said as I felt him move around till his back came to rest against mine. That warm body heat and steady breathing made my eyes become very heavy. I pretty sure I said goodnight back before I fell off to the dream world but couldn’t be sure. ———————- Second chapter done. There maybe longer time periods between posting chapters for a bit. Just busy with work and the holidays right now. But I will continue to add chapters as I can. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. The next one will start to have the more steamy scenes in it. Thanks all for the positive feedback. Look for more soon!

A Top took this last night.

This is based on a true story. Embellished and changed in certain areas. This is a story of a dumbass teen that should have known better and got what he deserved. Hi. I was the dumbass teen. Pleasure to meet you. I’m gonna tell you about an event that changed my life. While I hope this subject is taken seriously, I can’t fault anyone from jerking off thinking about the story I’m about to tell. I know I jerk off to the memory all the time. Let’s start with 18 year old me. Not a twink by any means. I’m average build with no muscle definition. I’m just a normal looking light skinned latino guy. Horny as fuck though. So I jump in the shower and clean out. I pop open the convenient hookup site looking for a guy to hook up with. I’m not a twink but I’m young, dumb, and looking for cum. That seemed to attract enough men here and there to keep my hole wet when I need it. Tonight was one of those nights. I was looking left and looking right on the site and coming up short. That is until I get a message from this guy I had been eying with hope but didn’t think he would actually bite. Lets just call him “Rob” since I honestly don’t remember his real name. He was this nice looking black man in his early or mid 30’s. He seemed nice enough and was very polite in conversation. We finally got down to the real talking and I asked him about his dick. He hadn’t put any information about the size on his profile. He replied that he was hung with 13 inches. He said he leaves it off his profile because it usually scares guys off. He unlocked a pic of his dick and I instantly started drooling over it. We continued talking and making small talk. I eventually got the nerves to calm down and asked what he had planned this night. He responded feeding you my load down your throat. Now that line went straight to my dick and I was puckering my hole just thinking about it. I had to confess to him that I’d never been with someone that endowed. At this point in my life, I hade only taken 7 or so inches in my mouth and hole. I explained my inexperience but he seemed cool with it. I told him that I would be down to blow him and choke on his dick but that was all I could do. There was no way I would be able to do anything more than that. He seemed okay with this information saying he understood and a blow job would be great. He asked if I partied? I naively responded back with no, I don’t smoke weed only drink sometimes. He said great! His profile said he hosted so I asked his address and googled directions. I was living at home at the time, so I did what any other horny teen would do. I borrowed my dad’s car in the middle of the night for a hookup. I would be back before he even knew I was gone. I jumped in the car and was off to meet up with my dick for the night. I followed the directions and parked in an apartment complex that looked like a respectable place to live. No visual red flags at all. It all looked nice and welcoming. I showed up in a t-shirt and some basketball shorts. I hadn’t planned on fucking so I didn’t wear any cute underwear. I simple pair of boxers was under my shorts. I rang the doorbell and Rob answered the door wearing a white tank and some light grey sweatpants. He was very inviting and ushered me into his apartment. He showed me to his couch and we sat there for a few moments and made small talk. The longer we talked, the more I would glance down to stare at his growing tent in his pants. He noticed obviously and would reach down and grip himself with every other word spoken. Finally, he told me to get comfortable while he gets us something to drink. He asked if I wanted something to drink and I answered yes immediately. He disappeared to his kitchen and came back with 2 bottles of Gatorade. He handed me one of the bottles and said that I looked thirsty. My mouth was getting pretty dry due to nerves so I playfully agreed. I opened the drink not realizing the seal was already opened. I drank some of the Gatorade. I remember thinking that it had a weird taste to it but brushed it off as that icky taste from just having brushed my teeth before I left home. Rob told me to get comfortable on the couch. I continued to drink my Gatorade as he put some porn up on the living room TV. I sat back a bit taking in the scene before me. it was a black man getting sucked off by a white guy while a second black guy jerked off to the side. Rob asked if I thought the video was hot. I agreed wholeheartedly. I watched the porn for a moment and when I turned back to Rob, he had already dropped his sweatpants down to his ankles. Rob told me to drink up so that I had a nice wet mouth on his dick. I gulped down some Gatorade and licked my lips. He had me sit on the couch next to him and reach over his lap to get to his dick. I pulled the monster through his boxers fly and jerked it a bit. I could see a drop of precum start to form on his head. Rob noticed that I was staring at it and commanded me to lick it off his head. I sprawled over his lap and licked his head. It tasted amazing. Rob lifted himself up and pulled his boxers off. He kicked off the pants and boxers from his ankles. He pulled his shirt off and I tried to go for his dick again. Before I could get it in my mouth, I mentioned that I was starting to get a bit warm. He pulled off my shirt and pushed my head down on his dick. I remember putting his head in my mouth and trying to wet it at much as I could before going further. I scooched up closer to his dick and bobbed down on his monster. Rob put his right hand on the back of my head and pushed my mouth down on his 13 inches. I probably got about half of it in my mouth before I felt it touch the back of my throat. I remember I was going at his junk slow. Way slower than I usually go at a dick. Before I could think much about my intensity, I felt him pulling my shorts and boxers down and off me. I felt his left hand gripping my white ass. He was kneading my cheeks. I pulled off of his dick to ask for some more Gatorade because my mouth was getting dry. He laughed and handed me some of his drink. I swallowed it down and then went back to swallowing his black snake. I remember feeling his finger go up and down over my hole – just teasing it. This made me so fucking horny when he did that. Then he would go further down and graze my balls. Just enough to feel the touch and then back up to my hole. I was a moaning whore for him. With every moan I went further down on his dick. I was going strong working on his dick but increasingly slower in movement. Then suddenly there was a bottle of poppers under my nose. Rob told me to breath in deep. I did the best I could considering I still had his dick in my mouth. But I got a strong his on each side. I remember my world starting to spin. Spin round and round and round. And then blackness! The next thing I feel is being lifted straight up. Then blackness again. The next thing I feel is my face smashed against a mattress. Then I feel it. I involuntarily squeeze my asshole to pucker but I find it stretched open. Then the forward thrust of a poll being shoved up my ass, splitting me in two. Then I feel him bottom out. I feel a pair of balls against my ass. I feel his curly hairs against my skin. I realize I’m head down – ass up against a mattress. I try to move but everything, every part of my body feels so heavy. Rob pulls out a bit and slams back in to the hilt. My mouth opens and drool escapes my mouth. Another slam into my hole. I let out a low level moan. I’m able to get my arms out in front of me to help stabilize myself. My movement signals Rob to stop mid thrust. He laughs and welcomes me back to the life. He compliments my tight hole and how well I’m taking his thick black meat. Then he gets back to fucking my stretched hole. He picks up the pace and I can hear the sound of skin against skin slapping throughout the room. I know whats happening but im stuck in a state of disbelief. How had this happened? How am I taking this monster dick? I feel so full. My hole feels so stretched. I mumble trying to make words as Rob assaults my light skinned ass. I hear something in the room with us. It’s a someone. I cant see him from the position I’m in but I hear the sound of a lighter flickering and see a faint glow in the room. I keep trying to speak but nothing audible makes it out… until finally I can make something that sounds like a NO. with a little more effort I’m able to say STOP. Again I hear the flicker of the lighter and the faint glow. I go to say another STOP but I have another black man pop up in front of me and lock lips with me. He pushes a cloud of something into my lungs and holds his mouth to mine. When he finally lets up, I breath out and a cloud of white smoke leaves my mouth. The new man repeats this three more times as I try and say STOP. I have no idea what he is pushing into my lungs but I start to get super horny and find I am pushing back against the invading dick. This new black man (lets call him Dee) is also naked and pushes his dick into my mouth. As im attacked at both ends, I start to get some strength in my arms. This helps me stabilize myself as I adjust to the spit roasting. Dee has a dick about the same length as Rob but where Rob has a consistent thickness to his shaft, Dee’s gets thicker at the middle of his shaft. I have to watch my teeth on it. It doesn’t take much longer for Rob to pick up his pace. He grabs me by my waist and slams into me. I can feel his dick shooting his thick load up inside of me. Rob pulls out slowly. Dee pulls his dick out of my mouth and gets behind of me. I still cant turn around or even try to stand yet. I do know that NO or STOP are no longer on my mind. I have a horniness that I can believe. Then I feel Dee get behind me and fingers my wet hole. OMG I love him fingering my wet hole. I start pushing back into his fingers. I need his fingers, hell, I need more dick in my hole. I hope I don’t have to wait too long for more dick. That’s when I feel it. I feel a burning sensation being pushed into my hole. Now, I definitely now that wonderful feeling of a undiluted booty bump in my hole today, but back then, this was a completely new feeling. I start to panic a bit. What the hell was he doing with my tight hole? Why was it burning so much? And why did I feel like I needed more and more dick, that feeling growing by the second. I feel Dee’s fingers continue to fuck my hole. I am a moaning mess and pushing back against his fingers like a good little whore. This makes the two men laugh at me. Dee says that I’m a perfect bitch in heat. He pulls out his fingers and I give a slight sigh of disappointment. I don’t have to wait long because Dee pushes his dick halfway into my empty hole in one push. I feel his thick shaft stretching my hole further. It burns but in a good way. I know that once I get that part inside of me, I can get the full lengh. Another good push and Dee bottoms out. I feel so full. I feel the fullest I have ever felt. He holds position and I start fucking myself back and forth on his big black dick. More laughing comes from the two black men. They had made me into the horny slut for the night and I was aiming to please. I feel Dee push down on my back and I fall flat on the mattress. I feel the man get on top of me and starts to drill my quivering hole like no tomorrow. I am still fucked up a bit and cant push him off of me. Not that I want to push him off of me at the present time. I love every thrust into my once tight hole. I feel like his dick is pushing everything inside of me out of the way to accommodate his thick snake. I lose track of the time. All I know is that he continues to fuck me in that position for what felt like forever. I drills in harder and then I feel the flood of semen unleashed inside of my bowels. Dee gets off of me and I get pushed around so that I’m on my back now. Rob comes back and pushes my legs on top of his shoulders. He pounds me like that for a while. I like this position. I feel like my prostate is being slammed as he thrusts in this position. My soft dick is leaking precum like crazy. He maneuvers me so that he is on his back and I’m on top of him. I’m riding his big dick. I feel Dee behind me again. This time he pushes a bottle of poppers to my nose. I take a few hits and I’m spinning again. This time I don’t black out. Just spinning around. I feel Dees hands on my back pushing me down to Rob. Rob locks lips on me and we start to make out. Rob reaches between my legs and plays with my soft dick. I feels amazing. That’s when I start to feel it. A great pressure against my hole from behind. It’s Dee’s dick, trying to push it’s way into my already filled hole. there is no way it’s fitting in there. There is no room at all in my ass. Again, poppers to my nose. I get all spiny again and my hole relaxes just a little. I can feel Dee’s head starting to stretch it’s way into my hole until… pop. His head pops in and my hole is pushed open the furthest I’ve ever had it. I feel like he’s killing me in two pieces. I start crying tears. I cry out Please stop. it hurts. It fucking hurts! Please! I don’t know if my hole was just too tight for both of the dicks or they took pity on me but Dee relented and pulled away. I was still on top of Rob. I stopped crying out and wiped my tears. I continued to ride him. Rob shoots his next load up inside of me. I feel like I’m finally getting a break. Both men have gotten off of the bed. I’m laying flat on the bed. I’m pushed upward into a sitting up position. I hear a flick of the lighter to my right. I look over and see Dee lighting up a pipe. He comes over and gives me a shotgun. Now this is probably the first time I’ve seen someone smoking Tina so I have no idea whats going on really. All I know is that they keep pushing smoke into my lungs and I keep letting out clouds. That’s when I hear a sound like a spray paint can. I look around and see Rob spraying something into my wadded up pair of boxers. i know now that familiar sound of Maximum Impact but at the time I had no idea. I blink and the damp boxers are being pushed into my mouth. I breath in the fumes and get that spiny feeling back only this time is stays spiny. I’m completely out of it. I cant make anything out really vision wise but I feel the cold feel of metal against my skin. Click, click, click. I’m handcuffed wrists to ankles. I hear the men saying that should help keep my hole open. I thought they were talking to me, but then I hear the voice of a third man. I’m too spun to see him but I definitely hear a new voice. I feel a new pair of hands roaming over my body. I feel a new dick push it’s way into my hole. it had a completely different feel to it. it bend slightly upward and I knew the other men had dicks straight as can be. This new dick felt smaller than the two previous men. I was both glad and sad that it was smaller. I didn’t want my hole stretched any wider but I wanted my hole good and thoroughly used. Just when I thought I was coming down a bit, my boxers in my mouth were pulled out and replaced with another pair of boxers sprayed down with Maximum Impact. The spines returned and I lost track of time. I lost track of who was fucking me. When I finally landed, I was already uncuffed and covered in dried cum and sweat. One of the black men were asleep next to me on the bed. I slipped away trying to no wake him. I sneaked into the living room and tracked down my shorts and shirt. I never did find my underwear. The other black man was asleep on the couch. I looked down and saw his dick was half hard. It took all my effort to not get down on my knees and start all over again. I had to sneak away while I had the chance. Luckily my phone, wallet, and keys were safe in my short pockets. I snuck away in the early hours of the morning. I barely made it hope and put my dad’s keys away before he woke up. I snuck to my room. I grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a shower. I washed off all the evidence of the fuck-a-thon. I went back to my room and tried to sleep but ended up watching porn and jerking off for hours. Luckily I had nothing to do that day. I went back online to see if the man was back online. I don’t know what I wanted to say to him. How fucked up it was that he drugged me? How fucked up it was that he raped me? How fucked up it was that he shared me with who knows who? Or to thank him for an experience that I will never forget? I searched but found the profile was deleted.

Bareback or Raw Always. Ass is OPEN to Hard Cocks that BREED. I have not used a condom since 1995. 💯 Bareback Bottom takes anonymous loads from Strangers.

with my luck i've probably only taken 999 😜 but seriously: eliminating relationships (repeat fucking) i've only been slutty for a total of about 15 years, so to reach over 1k i'd have to have bent over for 1.3 guys per week, which tbh seem doable. 😈 but who knows? i'm probably underestimating how many "unlucky" weeks i've had over the years 😜

@Knightfalconer: Like @leatherpunk16 said, you are both correct and completely incorrect. I would suggest reading the source material if you'd like (linked at the beginning), as it might give you an idea of what's going on. But, this is also meant to be a one off, so nothing in this should be considered canon, and instead just a fun side project... so it should enjoyable on its own if you don't feel like reading the novel (quite literally) we have posted there. Both the one-off and the main story have been a fun project to write. This is only meant to tide people over until we can post again, as well as help drive people to checking out our full story. Also, it will only be about 7-8 Chapters long. Anyways, without much further wait, here is chapter 2... -------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2: Up the Chimney He Rose The storm outside had grown vicious enough to make the old fraternity house groan at every gust. Snow slapped hard against the windows, blurring the world beyond into a white, swirling void. Inside, Phi Alpha Gamma had settled into a warm, chaotic mess: blankets draped over sagging couches, empty cans scattered across the coffee table, the air thick with the mingled smells of popcorn, sweat, and cheap beer. Die Hard lit the room in flashes of gunfire and Christmas lights—Derek’s official “holiday classic” and the one time of year no one bothered arguing with him about movie choices. The boys were loud, half-buzzed, and fully invested in watching Bruce Willis crawl through air ducts. Until Bran paused the movie. The sudden stillness felt unnatural, leaving only the sound of the storm beating against the house. Bran didn’t explain; he didn’t have to. His gaze had drifted toward the basement door, expression tightening in that way that said he’d been thinking about something for longer than he let on. “Noah’s been down there too long,” he finally said. A few groans circled the room, but nobody contradicted him. Even in their half-drunken state, they all knew the unspoken rule: if a pledge disappears for more than fifteen minutes, someone checks. And if you’re the one who brought him in, that someone is always you. Derek exhaled heavily into the couch cushion, reluctant to move. He’d just gotten comfortable—blanket over his legs, beer warming his hand, the best part of the movie queued up. He tried half-hearted excuses, joking attempts to pawn the duty off on someone else, but Bran wasn’t budging, and everyone knew it. Responsibility. The one downside of being VP. And the dipshit’s cousin. With a dramatic sigh, Derek peeled himself out of the blanket and pushed to his feet, cracking joints and stiff muscles protesting the movement. The room laughed at him for being over-the-top, and he tossed back a lazy middle finger as he headed toward the hallway. The warmth of the living room faded with each step. The house felt different here—quieter, cooler, the kind of silence that seemed to listen back. Derek paused at the basement door, hand on the knob, feeling the faint cold radiating through the wood. The storm rattled the glass panes in the living room behind him; the floor creaked under his weight. “All this for family,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He opened the door. A draft of cold air spilled up the stairs like a warning. Derek descended anyway. Derek reached the bottom of the stairs and let the basement swallow him. The door creaked shut behind him with a hollow sound that seemed too loud for the space, muting the movie and laughter upstairs until it felt like a different world entirely. Down here, the air was heavy with the scent of dust, old cardboard, and the faint mineral tang of cold concrete. He swept his phone flashlight across the basement. The clutter was familiar—bins stacked haphazardly, half-deflated holiday inflatables, strings of lights tangled like abandoned vines. Nothing out of place. Nothing disturbed. And still no sign of Noah. A part of Derek relaxed at that. No crisis. No broken limbs. No fainted pledge for him to drag upstairs like a responsible older cousin. He’d been gearing himself up for a lecture, a report, maybe even a call to campus security. But the basement was just a basement. “Of course,” Derek muttered, rubbing a hand over the tense muscles of his neck. “Kid probably flipped the breaker and sprinted upstairs to crash like a little gremlin.” He turned back toward the stairs and called up with an unnecessarily loud voice, “NOAH WENT TO BED! HE’S NOT DOWN HERE!” The boys erupted into laughter—muffled by distance but still carrying their usual rough affection. Someone threw in a sarcastic cheer. Someone else shouted a joke about Noah already hibernating. It was exactly the kind of idiotic chorus Derek expected from them, and despite his irritation, it loosened something in his shoulders. He let out a breath and scanned the room again. The storm slammed against the house with renewed force, rattling the small basement window. A sharp gust knifed through the old frame, sending a sweep of cold air across Derek’s bare arms. He shivered and shook out his shoulders, then crossed the room to push the window open just a few inches. The icy wind sliced through the basement’s stale warmth, refreshing in a way that made Derek inhale deeper. Perfect for smoke. Perfect for clearing his head. Perfect, honestly, for ignoring Noah for another ten minutes. He moved toward the tarp-covered crate tucked behind a pile of unused folding chairs. The tarp lifted with a soft rasp, revealing exactly what he’d hoped to find. The cedar cigar box gleamed softly under the flashlight beam—rich wood, smooth finish, the one nice object he owned that hadn’t been ruined by frat life. The cigars inside were arranged neatly, nestled like small luxuries among the clutter. Next to them sat a trio of half-functioning lighters, a cutter, and beneath those— The stack of glossy magazines he definitely didn’t want anyone else finding. He thumbed through the pile. Old issues with worn corners, kink mags he’d bought in out-of-town gas stations, a few things salvaged from older brothers who’d graduated. He stopped when he reached the leather daddy spread—the one with the broad-shouldered biker gripping a femboy’s jaw with an expression that promised absolutely filthy things. A slow, amused smile tugged at Derek’s mouth. “Yeah… you’ll do,” he said quietly. He selected a cigar, clipped it, and lit it with practiced ease. The end glowed orange, and the first inhale filled his lungs with warm, earthy smoke. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the nicotine smooth out the tension of finals week and the annoyance he’d felt climbing off the couch. Down here, away from the noise, the cold, and responsibility, the cigar felt like a small oasis. Dragging over the battered folding chair, Derek unfolded it beside the cracked window, settling into it like a man claiming a throne. He unzipped his jeans, pushed them down enough to get comfortable, and angled his phone’s flashlight downward toward the magazine on the cement floor. The glossy page lit up beautifully in the beam. “Variety’s the spice of life,” he murmured to himself with a smirk. “And these guys upstairs would die if they knew how spicy I’ll go.” He took another deep pull from the cigar, savoring the burn in his throat. Smoke curled from his lips in slow, luxurious streams as he leaned back into the metal chair, letting the cold air kiss his bare skin while the heat of the cigar warmed him from within. He lowered his gaze to the magazine. The leather daddy stared back, smug and powerful, the twink kneeling between his boots. Derek couldn’t help the huff of laughter that escaped him. “Goddamn,” he whispered, and began. Expertly, he spit into his hand and slowly began to to stroke his uncut cock as he drew hard on the cigar, enjoying the rush as he began muttering at the twink on the page. “Yeah, you wanna getting fucked by daddy, don’t you boy? Gonna be daddy’s good little boy and suck every drop down? Bend over and hold that prettly little ass apart and let me fuck you raw?” He stoked hard and fast, occasionally drawing hard and blowing out a cloud of smoke at the page, letting his mind pretend it was that little cocktease of a TA in his English lit class at his knees. He took a deep inhale, enjoying the feeling of the smoke billowing out of his nose. Suddenly, a strange idea floated into his head, not of fucking someone, but being fucked. Wondering what it might be like to be the one under the biker, feeling as someone suddenly started to fuck his ass, fill it with their cum. Derek laughed and shook his head, immediately telling himself that he was a top. And that there was no fucking way he’d bottom for anyone, forcing his mind firmly back to his mental assault on the TA. Minutes drifted by unnoticed. The storm’s howls softened into background noise. The boys upstairs were distant, irrelevant. Down here, Derek was alone with smoke, cold air, and the steady rhythm of his pleasure—soothing, familiar, private. He only stopped when a sound broke through the quiet. A low, dull thud from behind the locked maintenance door. Not the furnace. Not the house settling. Something else. Something that didn’t belong in the basement at all. Derek was just settling into the rhythm of it—warm cigar smoke in his lungs, the cold wind from the cracked window brushing against his overheated skin—when a dull, heavy thud rolled out from the far side of the basement. The sound came from behind the old maintenance door, the one nobody ever opened because it led to pipes, storage, and decades of dust. Derek froze, his hand still wrapped around himself, head tipped slightly as he waited for it to repeat. For a moment the basement sat completely still, empty except for the rattle of the winter storm battering the window. Then the second noise came—a dragging scrape across old stone, slow and uneven, like something heavy shifting its weight in a room that shouldn’t have contained anything heavy at all. A cold prickle crept up the back of Derek’s neck. He lowered the magazine and tried to listen past the thump of his own pulse. He wasn’t scared exactly, just thrown off in the same way he’d been the night Ty insisted the house was haunted after getting drunk on peppermint schnapps. Still, the sound was wrong enough to get under his skin. He let out a frustrated exhale and quickly zipped himself up, the motion abrupt and irritated. The warmth in his body hadn’t faded, but now it competed with a creeping annoyance—of course Noah had found a way to make this simple errand complicated. Derek jammed the cigar back between his teeth, grabbed his phone, and stalked across the room toward the maintenance door, muttering under his breath about clueless pledges and avoidable concussions. As he approached, the cold coming from beneath the door brushed over his ankles like a draft from an open freezer. The handle felt even colder when he wrapped his fingers around it—a sharp, metallic chill that didn’t match the rest of the basement at all. He hesitated only long enough to grumble a final complaint about getting stuck with responsibility duty, then gave the door a firm shove. It swung open with a long, low groan. A wave of stale, icy air drifted out, carrying the smell of damp stone and something faintly chemical that stung the inside of his nose. Derek stepped inside cautiously, lifting his phone so the flashlight beam cut through the darkness. The light washed over rusted pipes, coils of forgotten wiring, and an uneven stone floor slick with moisture. The entire room felt older—deeper—than the rest of the house, as though it belonged to a different building entirely. He tried to steady his breath, forcing a cocky tone back into his voice more for his own benefit than anyone else’s. “Noah, if you wandered in here and knocked yourself out on a pipe, I swear—” Something slapped across his face with sudden, shocking force. A thick burst of warm slime splattered over his mouth, nose, and eyes. The shock of it made him stumble backward, grabbing blindly at the air. The slime burned cold for a split second before turning hot—unnervingly hot—like someone had poured liquid fire along his skin. When he wiped at it, the chemical taste hit immediately, bitter and electric against his tongue. The heat rushed downward into his chest and limbs so fast his knees buckled. His phone slipped from his fingers, bouncing across the stone with a clatter that sounded strangely far away. Derek tried to suck in a breath, but the air felt thick and syrupy, his thoughts dissolving into static as the warmth spread down into his spine and stomach. He dropped to one knee, then the other, hands braced on the cold stone that now felt distant beneath him. Another wave of heat rolled through, stronger, heavier, pulling his muscles into a loose, unreliable tremble. He forced his head up, blinking through the blur distorting his vision. That was when he saw them—massive, inhuman feet standing just inches in front of him. Not boots. Not shadows. Skin. Obsidian-black, glossy like wet leather stretched over raw muscle. The ground seemed to tilt under him as he stared, barely able to process what he was seeing before another hot surge pulled him sideways into the dark. The maintenance room swayed around Derek like it was being viewed underwater. The cold stone under his palms should’ve grounded him, but the heat spreading through his veins made everything feel distant and unreal. He tried to lift his head again, struggling against the syrup-thick fog gathering behind his eyes. His breath hitched. The figure in front of him wasn’t a trick of the light. It was enormous—taller than any human he’d ever seen, muscles carved in deep, shifting ridges beneath pitch-black skin that gleamed like oiled leather. Curved horns rose from its skull, thick and heavy, sweeping backward in a shape that made Derek’s chest seize with a primal, instinctive dread. Drool slid from the creature’s sharp teeth in thin ropes that glimmered faintly in the dim red glow pulsing somewhere further inside the chamber. A low growl rumbled through the stone floor and into Derek’s bones. He tried to scramble backward, but his limbs barely answered him. The chemical heat coursing through his body made his muscles feel detached, like something else was controlling the signals before they reached him. His hands slipped on the damp stone as he attempted to push himself away, his vision swimming harder with every movement. Another shape shifted in the dark beyond the creature—then another. More footsteps echoed from deeper in the chamber, slow and deliberate, like predators circling a stunned animal. Derek’s gaze flickered sideways, catching only brief impressions: the glint of more horns, the ripple of massive chests, the dull glow of reflected red light sliding across slick skin. His phone, lying several feet away, flickered once before the screen dimmed. The tiny glow made the rest of the chamber feel impossibly vast, the shadows unnervingly alive. Derek tried to speak—maybe Noah’s name, maybe a curse—but the word dissolved into a thick, breathless sound as another pulse of heat rolled through him. His chest tightened; his stomach clenched; his thighs shook beneath him. The cigar he’d been clinging to slipped from his mouth and hit the floor with a soft hiss, the ember smearing against the wet stone. A clawed hand—massive, warm, impossibly precise—reached down and closed around his jaw, lifting his head. Derek choked on a startled gasp as the creature tilted his face up, forcing him to meet the dark, hollow places where its eyes should have been. Another growl vibrated from the creature’s chest. This one felt almost… amused. Derek’s vision flickered in and out, his pulse hammering in his ears. He could feel his body giving out, the chemical warmth dragging him deeper into helplessness. He fought to stay upright, to stay conscious, to make sense of anything— Then another splash of wetness hit him across the cheek and temple, more slime catching the heat of his skin instantly. The chemical burn intensified, spreading down his neck and shoulders in a sizzling wave. Derek’s arms buckled; his breath stuttered; the world tilted sideways. He collapsed fully onto the stone floor. The cold should have shocked him awake. Instead, it barely registered against the feverish overheating of his skin. His vision dimmed at the edges, shapes blurring into dark smears. He heard the heavy footsteps closing in, the low chorus of growls echoing through the chamber, the slow exhale of something enormous drawing nearer. Through the haze, he caught a single, horrifying detail: Noah was lying on the ground a few feet away. Naked. Motionless. Glowing faintly under the red light. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, a dazed half-smile on his lips that made Derek’s stomach twist. Derek reached toward him instinctively, fingers dragging across the stone. “Noah—” The whisper barely left his throat before the darkness tightened around the edges of his vision. The last thing he saw was the towering creature leaning over him again, its silhouette blotting out the flickering glow like a closing door. Then the floor rose up to meet him, and everything went black. — A thick, rumbling vibration pulled Derek back up from the dark—like the sound of a distant engine or an animal too large to imagine. The noise crawled up through the floor and pressed against his chest, coaxing his eyes half open. The world swam, then steadied just enough for him to comprehend the shape looming above him. The creature was kneeling now, massive shoulders hunched, horned head tilted with an unsettling calm. In the red glow pulsing from the sagging Christmas lights strung deep in the chamber, its obsidian skin gleamed like lacquered leather pulled taut over dense muscle. Drool slid in long, viscous ropes from its sharp teeth, pattering onto the stone near Derek’s cheek. His stomach lurched. He tried to push himself back, but his limbs barely twitched, the lingering chemical warmth numbing half his strength and scrambling his senses. The creature’s claws moved with unexpected gentleness as it plucked Derek’s fallen cigar from the floor. It inspected the half-burned end, then leaned forward and slipped it between Derek’s lips as though returning something he’d dropped at a dinner table. Derek inhaled reflexively. Heat filled his lungs again, thick and smoky, pulling a shiver from somewhere deep in his spine. Another vibration echoed through the room—footsteps, heavy and deliberate. Derek forced his blurry gaze upward just in time to see more shapes emerging from the shadows. One by one, they stepped into the faint red glow: A second monster, then a third. A fourth, fifth, sixth. Seven in total, each massive, horned, and dripping with saliva, their bodies built like sculpted nightmares carved from obsidian. All of them carried themselves like soldiers. And they weren’t alone. From the far end of the chamber, barely visible, another presence lingered—larger, stiller, watching with a slow-burning patience. Derek couldn’t fully make out its form, only the faint ember of a cigar glowing like a solitary red eye in the dark. The Alpha. Even through his haze, Derek felt it—an instinctive tightening in his chest, a pressure at the base of his skull. The air grew heavier, charged, as if gravity itself thickened in the Alpha’s presence. Derek’s gaze drifted, searching through the blur, hunting for an anchor in the panic— And then he saw Noah again. His cousin lay curled on the opposite side of the chamber, skin slick with sweat, chest rising and falling in shallow, rhythmic breaths. His eyes were open, but unfocused—dreamy, dazed, still caught in a fog that made Derek’s throat tighten. “Noah…” Derek tried again, but the word melted into a rasp. The monsters responded to the sound with a chorus of low growls, the tones layered and resonant, vibrating through the chamber like a ritual drumbeat. Their horns caught the dim light in quick flashes—curved, jagged, imposing—each pair slightly different, each head bowing subtly toward the Alpha’s distant glow. Derek blinked hard, fighting the pull of sleep or blackout. The heat in his chest bloomed again, spreading through his limbs in slow, molten waves. Every breath seemed to thicken the haze around him. The creature holding his jaw rumbled softly, as if pleased by his attempt to stay conscious. The others closed in, forming a loose semicircle—silent except for their deep breathing and the soft drip of saliva onto stone. Their presence crowded the air, heavy and unyielding, a wall of muscle, horns, and furnace-hot breath. Something important was about to happen. Derek felt it—not in his mind, but in his body, in the way his skin prickled and the heat inside him swelled as though anticipating command. He wanted to move. He wanted to scream. He wanted to wake up. But all he could do was breathe smoke and stare helplessly as the eight monstrous silhouettes surrounded him like a ritual coming to life. The creature crouched nearest to Derek shifted, angling its massive frame so the dim red bulbs overhead struck its features more clearly. The others seemed to still in response, adjusting their posture, their growls lowering as though they were making room for something—someone—important. Derek blinked through the haze, forcing his vision to stabilize long enough to really see the one holding him. This monster was different. Its horns were thicker than the others’, curling backward in heavy, sweeping arcs like ram’s horns coated in black tar. The ridges of its shoulders were broader, its chest heavier, its posture confident in a way that felt almost… deliberate. Not just monstrous. Commanding. The kind of presence that walked into a room expecting obedience before it ever spoke. In the flicker of the failing Christmas lights, its skin gleamed with a deep, leathery sheen. Not slick like the others—more matte, almost textured, like worn black leather stretched tight across muscle. Derek’s drifting, chemically-fogged mind made a jolting connection: It looked exactly like the biker from his magazine. The leather daddy fantasy he’d been jerking off to fifteen minutes ago was now crouched in front of him as an impossibly tall, horned, drooling demon. The realization hit him so hard he almost sobbed. The monster leaned closer, head tilting with eerie curiosity. Its horns cast long curved shadows across Derek’s trembling chest. The humid breath rolling off it smelled faintly of cedar smoke, stone, and something darker underneath—something old. Behind Derek, the other monsters shifted subtly, their stances widening as though giving this one more space. Every movement, every growl, every ripple of their massive bodies deferred outward from this central figure. Even in his fogged state, Derek sensed the hierarchy: Not the Alpha. But close. Second-in-command. The creature’s claws tightened around Derek’s jaw—not painfully, but with a sense of ownership, of evaluation. It studied him in a way that made Derek’s ribs feel too small for his lungs. From the back of the chamber, the Alpha’s ember glowed brighter for a moment. A voice Derek couldn’t place—deep, resonant, vibrating more in his skull than in the air—rolled through him like a slow thunderclap: “Gravestone. Give me your opinion of this one.” The name wasn’t spoken aloud so much as delivered. A designation. A command. A recognition. And in that instant, Derek knew without question that this was the creature’s name. Heavy. Unyielding. Final. Gravestone. The creature rumbled in acknowledgment of the Alpha’s call, a deep sound that shook Derek’s bones. It dipped its head once, almost ritualistically, and the circle of monsters responded with a collective shift—lowering their posture a fraction, deferring to its authority. Derek felt the pressure of Gravestone’s grip increase just slightly, an unspoken signal that he was now the focus of the second-in-command’s attention. The thought should have terrified him. It did. But tangled in the fear, beneath the chemical heat crawling through his limbs, was something Derek didn’t want to name—an involuntary pull toward the creature staring him down like he was something meant to be claimed. Gravestone’s cigar ember glowed as the monster drew in a long, resonant breath. Smoke curled from its nostrils in thick ribbons that drifted lazily downward, brushing Derek’s face with a warm, smoky veil. The creature leaned in closer, its voice rumbling through both the air and Derek’s mind—low, gravelly, and almost amused: “Derek Vance… Hmm… This one will not break easily like the other. If we push, he will fight and not break. Like… The one who hunts us, Alpha.” Derek’s pulse jumped violently. He wasn’t sure if it was fear. Or something far more dangerous. Gravestone’s grip shifted, his claws spreading along Derek’s jaw to tilt his head upward with a deliberate slowness that felt more like examination than restraint. The monster’s enormous frame blocked out nearly every trace of red light behind him, leaving only a faint glow outlining the heavy curl of his horns and the dripping points of his teeth. Derek tried to jerk his chin free, but the attempt was sluggish, weakened by the chemical heat humming through his bloodstream. His breath shuddered out in short bursts, smoke leaking from his lips with each trembling exhale. Gravestone watched him with unnerving stillness. Then the monster leaned closer. The leathery sheen of his chest flexed beneath the dim bulbs, muscles shifting like coiled stone. The scents of cedar and smoke and something darker—something primal—rolled off him in thick waves. When he spoke, his voice emerged as a layered growl, vibrating through the chamber and through Derek’s ribs: “Easy now, boy. If you behave, I will make it enjoyable. This can be pleasurable if you agree to it.” The words weren’t shouted. They weren’t gentle either. They landed with the finality of a hand on the back of the neck. Derek’s heart seized. “I—I’m not—” But the protest fell apart halfway, tangled in smoke and fear. Gravestone’s thumb traced the line of Derek’s jaw, a slow, possessive drag that made Derek’s breath catch despite himself. The monster’s eyes—if he even had eyes—felt like they were inside Derek’s skull, sifting through his scattered thoughts. Another low rumble. Amusement. “You came down here,” Gravestone growled, the cigar ember glowing as he spoke, “with a cigar in your mouth. Played with yourself looking at smut.” Derek swallowed hard. His pulse hammered against the monster’s grip. “I—just needed some air—just needed to—” He choked on the next inhale, the smoke thickening in his lungs as though responding to Gravestone’s voice. The monster leaned even closer, so close Derek could feel the humid heat of his breath against his ear. “You walked into my master’s chamber tasting of smoke,” Gravestone murmured, the sound crawling down Derek’s spine, “almost like you were asking for this.” Derek’s body tensed. “No—no, I didn’t—this isn’t—” Gravestone cut him off with a deep, dark chuckle—half-growl, half-laugh, wholly unsettling. The vibration rolled through Derek’s chest like an invisible hand pressing him deeper into the stone floor. The monster’s clawed thumb slid to Derek’s chin again, tapping lightly once—an oddly deliberate gesture, as though assessing how much fight was left in him. Then Gravestone spoke again, this time both aloud and pulsing in Derek’s skull: “You like smoke, don’t you boy? You claim to want to be in charge, but you wish to serve someone as well.” Derek’s breath hitched, his lungs flaring with another involuntary inhale of the lingering cigar haze. His thoughts scattered like dry leaves in the wind. He didn’t answer. Gravestone didn’t need him to. A slow, satisfied rumble rolled through the chamber, echoed faintly by the other monsters. Their heavy footsteps shifted, stances adjusting as if they could feel Derek weakening—feel the tremor in his chest and the subtle drop of his shoulders. Gravestone’s next words curled around Derek like heat: “You love to smoke. To shoot your load as you flood your lungs. To fuck in public places, and provide pleasure to other men already. These are good traits I look for in a boy. You would make a suitable new cigar pig for me.” The phrase slammed into him with a force that made his stomach drop. Derek flinched, confusion and panic knotting in his throat. His instinct was to snap back, to deny it, to push the creature away—but the chemical warmth pulsing through his blood dulled the edges of resistance, spinning his thoughts into loose, heavy loops. He managed only a broken exhale. Gravestone’s grin widened, drool slicking down onto Derek’s chest in slow, steaming trails. The other monsters stepped in closer, forming a tighter semicircle—horns gleaming, breaths heavy, bodies shifting with a predator’s anticipation. They were waiting. Watching. Listening. Gravestone dragged one claw down the center of Derek’s sternum, gently caressing the soft skin under the mat of fur on Derek’s chest, slow enough to make every nerve spark under the heat. Then, with a voice low enough to feel more like a command than a question: “You will breathe smoke for me, boy. I will take you on personally and help you learn. I will help you see how you wish to bend over and be filled. I will not force you. I will make you want to come to me willingly.” Derek’s resolve wavered. For the first time that night, he felt something inside him tilt. Not break. Not yet. But tilt—dangerously, undeniably. As if Gravestone had found the first crack. And was widening it with every breath Derek took. The moment Gravestone spoke his command, something shifted in the chamber. The other seven monsters responded like a single organism—horned heads rising, bodies straightening, their massive frames aligning around Derek in a slow, deliberate formation. The air thickened with heat and breath and a faint chemical tang that clung to Derek’s skin like a second layer. Gravestone didn’t release his jaw. He didn’t need to. With one steady motion, he guided Derek’s head upward, forcing his gaze toward the circle closing around him. The creatures’ cigars glowed like scattered embers in a dark forest, each inhale a slow flare of orange-red light that reflected off drool-slicked fangs and lacquer-black skin. Derek tried to pull in a breath—any breath that wasn’t smoke—but Gravestone tightened his grip until Derek’s lips parted, taking Derek’s cigar and putting it in his mouth. A nearby creature locked lips with him, and exhaled. A thick, heavy cloud of cigar smoke poured over Derek’s face, sinking into his lungs before he could stop it. The heat hit him instantly, flooding his chest with a molten rush that made his ribs shudder and his limbs tremble. He coughed once— Then inhaled again, deeper, without meaning to. The warmth in his bloodstream responded immediately, blooming outward in a dizzy, spiraling wave that loosened his thoughts and softened the edges of fear. His muscles slackened. His breath slowed. The floor beneath him felt distant, his limbs disconnected, like he were floating just above his own body. Another creature stepped forward. Another set of lips locked with his, sharp teeth teasing his lips and tongue. Another plume of smoke washed into him—sweet, heavy, numbing. Derek’s eyes fluttered. His jaw sagged slightly even before Gravestone pulled his head back into position. “There you go,” the monster rumbled, pleased. “Breathe our smoke in for us. Be good for us and we will make you happy.” Derek wanted to argue, to push back, to keep some piece of himself intact. But every breath was a fresh rush of heat and fog, dissolving his resolve in increments. His thoughts felt syrup-thick, drifting from one to another too slowly to hold onto. A third creature leaned in, its horns casting jagged shadows across Derek’s chest. It exhaled directly into his mouth—hot, dense, overwhelming. Derek inhaled instinctively, his chest expanding against the pressure, the taste of smoke coating his tongue so completely he couldn’t imagine breathing anything else. By the fourth monster, Derek wasn’t resisting. His head tilted slightly forward, lips parting in anticipation of the next exhale, finding himself willing its tongue into his mouth, licking and sucking, groaning as he felt the chemicals in the saliva give him a head rush and the smoke flooded his lungs. The realization horrified him for a split second—just long enough for the chemical warmth to swallow the thought whole. The circle tightened. Red light pulsed overhead, flickering in time with the slow rhythm of the monsters’ breathing. Their shadows shifted across Derek’s trembling body like markings in a ritual, each movement purposeful, each inhale followed by a deep rumble of satisfaction. Then the spitting began. Warm droplets—thick, chemical, tingling—splattered onto Derek’s chest and shoulders, dripping down his ribs in slow trails that made his skin prickle. Each drop sent a pulse through him, echoing outward from the point of contact until his entire torso felt like it buzzed. He shuddered involuntarily. Gravestone noticed instantly. “Good boy,” he growled, voice curling into Derek’s mind like smoke through a cracked door. “That’s it. Take what we give you. Ride the rush of our spit and smoke filling you, letting your mind break gently.” Another monster spit. Heat spread. Derek’s breath quickened. He felt detached from himself—like the version of him who smoked cigars by the storm window, who joked upstairs with the guys, who insisted he wasn’t into submission—was slipping backward into some fog he couldn’t pull himself out of. The monsters continued their slow, ritualistic circle, filling his lungs with smoke and his mind with warmth. Each exhale pushed him closer to that tipping point, the place where resistance became too heavy to carry. Gravestone’s claws tightened around the back of his head, steadying him. “You’re breathing deeper now,” the creature observed, voice thick with approval. “You want this… even if you don’t know it yet.” Derek tried to deny it. But when the next plume of smoke washed over him, he inhaled without hesitation, diving in for more when one of the creatures took another deep inhale on its cigar. Gravestone chuckled—a low, indulgent growl that shook the air around them. “Good,” he murmured. “Be my little cigar pig. Show daddy how much you love fucking your lungs with smoke.” Derek’s pulse stuttered. His chest expanded. His resistance cracked—not broken, not shattered, but splintering under the weight of heat and breath and Gravestone’s relentless presence in his brain. Suddenly, the images started to trickle in. Derek, in a sling, smoking a fat cigar as Gravestone ushered men to feed him their smoke, to fuck him and fill him with their cum. Derek smiling happily and feeling Gravestone tell him how happy he was, how proud, how he wanted to see him please every man there. He barely felt as his jaw slowly fell open, drool slowly dripping out as Gravestone placed the cigar back into his mouth and closed his mouth for him. And Derek’s world narrowed to smoke, heat, and the feeling of something inside him leaning—slowly, dangerously—toward surrender. With one last puff, he felt it finally give, and he smiled, knowing exactly what he was meant to do next. Without a word, Derek crawled over to Gravestone and pulled the cigar out of his mouth after inhaling hard and deep, and let Gravestone begin to fuck his mouth, his massive cock worming its way down his throat and making his neck bulge. He felt as the copious amounts of tainted cum mixed with the cigar spit in his mouth, greedily gulping it down and smiling as he felt Gravestone gently begin to run his clawed fingers through his hair. With a growl, Gravestone shot his first full tainted load into Derek, watching as he moaned and gulped it down greedily. With an audible pop, he pulled out of his mouth and moved to behind Derek, sending countless more images mentally into his brain, smiling as he felt it start to stutter and shut down. The chamber seemed to hold its breath the moment Gravestone moved behind Derek with clear intent. The other monsters shifted outward in a wide, slow ripple, giving their second-in-command space. Their cigar embers glowed brighter, a ring of red eyes circling Derek’s trembling, smoke-flooded body. The Alpha watched from the shadows, silent and immense. Gravestone’s claws slid down Derek’s spine, steadying him with a grip that felt both possessive and inevitable. Derek’s breath trembled in his chest, lungs full of heat and smoke that made it difficult to think in straight lines. Every inhale fed the softness in his limbs; every exhale made the world blur a little more. “Easy,” Gravestone murmured, voice thick as molten rock. “You’re ready. It’s time for Daddy to convert you himself.” Derek shook his head weakly, but the protest dissolved into a thin, breathless sound. The warmth coursing through his veins tangled with the weight of Gravestone’s hands, drowning out what little clarity he had left. Gravestone positioned him, gently drooling out his potent saliva, smoky from the cigars. Gently, he slowly forced his massive cock deep into Derek, calmly running his sharp claws along his back, letting him tremble and puff hard on the cigar in his mouth. Slowly and steadily, he watched as Derek became more and more docile, before finally taking his chance and speeding up, quickly getting to a jackhammer speed, jabbing hard and fast. He smiled as Derek began to beg for Gravestone to claim him, to flood his insides, to make him his son. Letting out a groan, Gravestone shot his first load deep inside Derek and watched as it quickly flooded his body and began to take control. Derek gasped—shocked, overwhelmed, disoriented. Smoke rushed from his lips in a trembling plume, his fingers curling helplessly against the stone. His mind reeled, trying to cling to the last scraps of who he thought he was— I’m a top. I don’t— I’m not— But the heat flooding through him crushed the words before they could fully form. Gravestone growled with slow, brutal satisfaction, the sound vibrating through Derek’s spine. The other monsters echoed the sound, a low chorus that filled the chamber with ritualistic approval. Smoke drifted downward in swirling ribbons as they watched, bodies shifting in restless, anticipatory hunger. Derek’s thoughts thinned. Bent. Then bent further. Gravestone leaned close to Derek’s ear, his breath hot and thick with cigar smoke. “Good boy…” A rumble. “You take what you were meant for well. I am proud.” Derek shuddered, his resolve buckling under the pressure of sensation, heat, and Gravestone’s overwhelming presence. Every breath felt heavier than the last, weighted with smoke that pulled his mind deeper into that soft, pliant fog. He began to smile when Gravestone removed both of their cigars and locked lips, shoving his tongue down Derek’s throat and exhaled his smoke into him, growling as Derek clenched his hole down on his cock. From the shadows, the Alpha rose. The temperature seemed to drop and rise at once, the air tightening as the Alpha stepped into the dim ring of red light. His horns were longer than Gravestone’s, spiraling upward with jagged, ancient symmetry. His body dwarfed the others, every muscle carved like obsidian monoliths. The glow of his cigar burned fiercely. The monsters immediately lowered their heads. Even Gravestone’s rhythm slowed, his posture tightening in deference. The Alpha approached Derek with slow, devastating certainty. “He resists so much less now,” the Alpha observed, voice echoing in the air and in Derek’s skull simultaneously. “Well done, Gravestone. He bends beautifully. He will be yours to own and consume now. Just remember to share.” Gravestone growled, pride evident even in the rumble. Derek tried to lift his head—to pull away—to salvage something of himself—but the Alpha crouched beside him, one massive hand settling on Derek’s chest with terrifying gentleness. Derek froze. The weight of that touch wasn’t just physical. It pressed into his mind. Into his breath. Into the place where his resistance used to live. The Alpha tilted his head, studying him like a rare specimen. “You still breathe like one pretending to hold on,” he said softly—almost kindly. “But you came to us already wanting this.” Derek’s heart raced, panic surging—but it drowned instantly under another rush of smoke and heat. The Alpha raised one clawed hand, resting it on Derek’s cheek. The touch was warm. Heavy. Commanding. “Gravestone has opened you,” the Alpha murmured. “But I will finish it.” Gravestone growled low in agreement, tightening his hold on Derek—stabilizing him, presenting him. Derek’s mind flickered, desperate, frightened, overwhelmed— and then the fog swallowed the flicker whole. The Alpha leaned closer, cigar ember glowing like a miniature sun. Derek mindlessly let himself be positioned perfectly by Gravestone, rolling onto his back and quietly taking Gravestone’s still hard and dripping cock into his mouth and nursing gently on it as Gravestone rested his knees on his shoulders, giving the Alpha fully access to Derek’s and wrecked and dripping ass, and slowly began to suck on Derek’s cock, ready to slurp down the remaining load of cum from his cock as his master claimed him. With gusto, the Alpha firmly gripped Derek’s firm ass and slammed hard and fast, hauling on his cigar and growling as he furiously began to slam as hard and fast as he could, grinning as he could hear Derek’s muffled cries around Gravestone’s cock, feeling as the walls of his guts readily moved out of his way, legs spreading further and allowing him access to begin spanking Derek as he fucked him. Each smack made Derek’s ass clench and after just a few short minutes, he felt the Alpha let out a deep, guttural growl and begin to shoot volley after volley of black thick jizz into his ass. The sensation and sudden mental praise flowing through his mind suddenly made him shudder and with one last firm suck from Gravestone, he choked out a cry and began shooting uncontrollably, his cock shooting over and over in an attempt to please his new cigar daddy, to feed him and nourish him, not even caring when his cock continued to shoot, with nothing more coming out be a few feeble drops and a painful ache in his balls. His final strands of resistance curled inward, melted, and vanished as the Alpha’s voice echoed inside him: “There. Now you belong to us.” Derek sagged entirely, consciousness wavering, breath ragged and smoky. Gravestone rumbled with deep satisfaction, his claws sliding supportively along Derek’s sides as he helped him sit upright. Almost on instinct, Derek stuck both cigars into his mouth, greedily sucking the smoke into his lungs as his mind began to change, craving the changes about to occur in his body, wanting to speed up his infection, to change, to transform. “Good boy, that’s Daddy’s good little pig. Make sure to take all these nice men’s loads in your tight boyhole and you’ll become perfect,” he growled. “Fuck, I want every one of them to infect me,” Derek groaned around the cigars, already wanting to crawl over and offer his ass to each and every one, to memorize the shape of their dick in his ass, to swap smoke with them and feel each one add their own potent load to his guts, making him change even faster. He now knew his true purpose. To feed the virus now consuming him and to provide comfort and a warm nourishing place for their Alpha’s strain. The Alpha nodded once, pleased. He gently ran his clawed hand through Derek’s hair, like one would pet a dog. “Yes. Let the rest of your new brothers share their loads in your firm ass to aid my seed and then you may sleep. You will remain smaller and not show the signs like the others, but will be better equipped to take our loads and draw in our prey with your pretty face and splendid features. A perfect pet for me and my commander.” His hand pressed gently to Derek’s forehead— and the world folded into grey, a pleased smile on his face.

Naked is good, but I do get turned on by jocks and sox. A chest harness is also good. I like my sub in a harness so i can hang on to him when i am driving my cock up his chute.