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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.

Chapter 9 – Keeping the Party Going Ray was in one of the best places for a new pnp bottom to be in. He was high and super defeated. He had just been fucked by his now ex-girlfriend. He had been fucked by his ex-best friend. He had been fucked by his own older brother. Now he standing naked in front of his brother and brother’s friend Kev. He was high but he needed to get higher. He needed to get high enough to forget all about his girlfriend owning his ass. He walked over to Kev, reached out his hand and placed it on his chest. He felt the fine chest hair and traced the happy trail down to the top of his boxer shorts. Kev smiled at the defeated twink and placed his hands on the twink’s shoulders. With a little force downward, he guided the straight boy down to level with his growing dick. K: yeah boy, you know what to do. Make me feel good and we’ll take care of you all night long. Ray reached up and yanked Kev’s boxers right now. The dick swung open and nearly slapped Ray in the face. Ray stopped and took in the sight of the man in front of him. He had seen dicks of all shapes and sizes in the locker room before but this was the first time he had seen a white uncut dick before. The pretty white dick was at full mass at full 7 inch glory. The uncut skin hung over the head even while fully hard. Suddenly Ray was brought back to reality by the sounds of a torch lighting a thick pipe over his head. Kev was taking the first hit of a new bowl. He blew the smoke down on Ray as he woke from his daze. Kev handed the pipe down to Ray. The boy took his hit and blew the cloud onto the white dick as he surrounded it with his mouth. K: Again. This time choke on my big dick. I want it in your throat. Ray took his hit. He took his time engulfing the dick this time. He waited until the dick touched the back of his throat before exhaling. This pleased Kev as he started to rock his dick back and forth in the throat. Ray pulled off the dick and looked up. His brother was now side by side with Kev, dropping his boxers down to the floor. The next cloud was blown on his brother’s growing dick. W: yeah, that’s good. You’re getting better at that little bro. K: omg this is so hot knowing this is your brother that is our current cock slave. The two men talked like Ray wasn’t even there. W: no, he’s a tina slave. That’s more desperate than a cock slave. Watch this. Little brother, get on my bed with your ass in the air, now! Ray got up and leaped on the bed. He got head down ass up for his brother. W: See, complete obedience for more Tina. Kev pulled out a large shard and pushed in into the straight boy’s hole. Kev pulled his fingers out and pushed another shard up the hole. Walt got up and went to get some supplies. When he came back, Kev was pushing a third shard up the boy’s hole. Kev was able to push 3 fingers completely in and out of the boy’s hole as it was right then. Walt pulled up some silicone lube and lubed up his fingers. He pushed four fingers into the boys hole. There was some resistance but he searched around and found Ray’s prostate. He rubbed on that button until the four fingers were gliding in and out with ease, all the way to the knuckles. The man pulled out of the teen. Ray almost cried out because he felt so empty inside. Walt got up on the bed and laid down flat. W: come sit on my dick, you dirty Tina whore. Walt rubbed the silicone lube all over his dick and Ray came up and sat right down on it. The new lube was a godsend. Ray could slide up and down on the big brown dick like he was made to do it. Walt pulls Ray down and holds him down while he piston fucks the teen’s hole. Kev’s starts jerking off with the silicone lube all over his own dick. He gets on the bed and slides closer to the two fucking. He gets right behind the teen, watching his light brown cheeks bounce up and down on his friend’s dick. K: Hey Walt, what time is it? W: Oh I think it’s DP time. Don’t you think so, Ray? Ray starts to try to speak with Walt pulls his dick out just long enough for Kev to push a shard up the hole. Kev guides Walt’s dick back to the teen’s hole. The tina makes the hole quiver and weakened the grip. Like clockwork, Kev puts the head of his dick at the boy’s entrance and pushes forward. Ray starts to cry out stop! but Walt throws his hand over the teen’s mouth. Kev reaches around Ray and puts a bottle of poppers to his nose. Ray takes in two good huffs on both sides. His hole relaxes a bit. Just enough for the second dickhead to push completely into the hole. POP! Again Ray starts to cry out and again his mouth is covered. K: Just fucking let me in already. W: yeah, you know you’ll like it once it’s inside of you. Tears streak down Ray’s cheeks as the second dick pushes forward. The silicone lube helps out huge and both dicks are fully inside the teen in a matter of seconds. Ray tries to buck back and forth trying to pry one or both dicks out of his stretched hole but every movement just helps to push the dicks in him further. Walt lets go of his brother and Ray tries to twist and turn his way free but he is sandwiched between the two men. Eventually the two dicks start to rub Ray the right way and he starts fucking himself down on the intruders. Kev starts long dicking the boy until he feels his nut build up. He pushes forward down to the hilt and unloads his load in the teen. He pulls out and looks at the cum around Walt’s dick. Just dripping from the used hole. Walt turns the boy over and fucks him missionary style for a few minutes. He doesn’t last long feeling how loose and wet the hole it now. Walt slams into and seeds his brother’s hole with another load. The two men gave Ray a short break to rest up. After about 15 o 20 minutes, they were back to playing around. Moans and grunts were the only sounds coming from the bottom. He was super high and it was hard for him to think clearly on anything other than his hole. Walt kept fingering him with the four fingers as Kev went around to the boy’s front. Kev lit up the pipe, took his hit and gave Ray a big shotgun. He repeated the shotgun three more times. Then the two men stared at each other and both were in silent agreement. Kev took in a fat hit and blew the cloud into Rays lungs. At the same time, Walt worked in the four fingers with his thumb into the boy’s hole. As soon as the entire hand was passed the ring, Ray clenched down on it. More moans escaped from the boy’s mouth. He wiggled his ass like that would get the fist out of his stretched hole, but Walt stayed planted in place. Kev gave another shotgun. This time Walt reached under the boy and jerked his semi hard dick. With the fingers inside the ass, he played with the boy’s prostate while twirling his fingers about. The boy was now moaning and drooling – a complete mess of a boy. Another shotgun and he relaxed enough for the fist to come out. Walt and Kev trade places. Walt starts giving Ray shotguns, just feeding him cloud after cloud. Kev rubs the silicone lube on his fingers, getting them ready to invade. Just as he is about to push in, he throws in a shard into the gapping hole. He sprinkles some powder on his lubed hand and then pushes inside Ray. As Kev’s fingers begin touching Ray’s insides, the boy starts drooling again and begins to push back on the fingers. Kev has slightly bigger hands than Walt so it takes a big of pressure to get the entire fist inside the boy but it pops in nonetheless. All the tina inside the boy’s stretched hole is making Ray’s insides burn. He’s rocking back and forth, practically riding the man’s fist. Kev stretches his fingers inside the boy and more grunts escape the boy’s mouth. Walt pushes his dick in the drooling mess of a mouth Ray has. He fucks the front of the boy as Kev fists him from behind. Kev advances his fist further inside the boy. The boy’s stretched hole is around Kev’s wrist now. Kev pushes further slowly until the boy starts to whine like a scared animal. K: fucking bitch, take that fist.

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

About six months ago, had a dude from grinder come over and he wanted anon ass to fuck and breed. He requested a dark room and me blind folded...He walked into my dark bedroom and found me ass up and lubedl....I didnt realize untill he started sliding in that he had a huge fat cock, must have been 9-10 inches untill i reached around and felt it... I was like hey man, just give me half of that dick and it was hurting like hell...He replied and said, hey faggot, you asked to be fucked tonight and thats what i'm going to do, so shut the fuck up and take it because i'm going for broke here....and he reached up and pushed my shoulders down and chest on the bed pinning me into position.. He forced me to take all of his cock and I was moaning in pain...he pounded me for a while and grunted when he busted in me balls deep..When he pulled out he said don't fucking move untill i'm gone....he zipped up and left....I had to walk funny and sit gently for a week after that...but man looking back, would love for a round #2....fucking hot!

Disclaimer – Just letting you know ahead of time that this chapter involves a female joining in on the scene. I have tried to condense the scene to what I feel is essential for the story. I’m sorry if this offends you, please skip to my next chapter. Chapter 8 – What Really Matters Ray found his girlfriend at their pad. He busted out the drugs he had earned with his ass. When she asked him how he got the Tina, he was evasive and never quite gave her a real answer beside he got it thru his brother. They smoked out and fucked the rest of the day. They tried to ration out the eightball but by the middle of the week they were finished. They scraped and scrounged and got a dealer to trade some household items for some tina but they were completely out by Friday evening. Ray’s girlfriend brought up Ray’s brother as an option for more drugs. Ray said no, that his brother was asking too high a price. That he couldn’t get him to front him anything. She kept on him and on him and finally he broke down and said they would go over and try… even though he knew the answer would be no. And he kept to himself that the only yes he would get is if he whored himself out again. But he could never let her know that happened. Never. Ray messaged his brother and asked if he and his girlfriend could come over and chill. Walt knew exactly what was up. He said he had company but that they could roll by and “see whaT happens”. Ray and his girlfriend walk up to Walt’s door and ring the doorbell. Walt answers in a white tank top and grey sweatpants. He welcomes the two lovers inside and they walk to the living room. Waiting for them is a Caucasian man, also dressed in a white tank and grey sweatpants. They sit and make small talk. Walt introduces his friend Kev. W: would you all like some Gatorade, made with a heavy G. Okay cool, one for everyone. He turns to Ray and asks him to help him with the drinks. In the kitchen, Walt starts pouring Gatorade into 4 glasses. He takes out a jar of G and measures out some and deposits a shot in each drink. R: Hey bro, are we cool? We don’t need to dwell on my last time here right? We can just chill and go with the flow right? W: Oh course, it’s not like you guys are here to ask for drugs right? Ray goes pale in the face. Walt starts to chuckle. W: Don’t worry. I know why you guys are here. Why do you think I invited you back? Ray starts to panic a bit. W: Don’t worry. My friend out there wants to see some action. Here, this drink has double the amount of G. if you give it to your girlfriend, my friend will smoke you guys out but he wants to fuck her in front of you while you smoke. If you give her this drink, it will happen that way. If you don’t give it to her and take the bigger drink yourself, then I’ll pack one bowl and you guys will be on your way. It’s your decision, how fucked up do you want guys want to get? Walt hands Ray two of the drinks and grabs the other two. They return to the living room where the girlfriend and Kev are talking amongst themselves. Walt hands one of his drinks to Kev. Ray holds the two drinks in his hands and has to think things through. He has to decide if he wants to whore out his girlfriend for drugs and get pretty high or just a little high. He goes back and forth, back and forth, finally he decides and hands his girlfriend one of the drinks. Walt looks back at his brother with a sly look on his face, as if to say “party on”. They continue to make small talk here and there. All four of them seem to be relaxing a bit. They all seem to be getting warmer. Walt pulls out a prepacked pipe and lights it up. He hands it off to Ray’s girlfriend. After she takes her large hit, she passes it to Kev. Kev hits it big time and before passing it to Ray, he makes a comment to everyone. K: Wow, this stuff is pretty strong. It makes you sweat like right away and a lot. I don’t know about you guys but I wanna be able to walk out of here in a dry shirt. Kev pulls off his tank top revealing his great physique. He has a slightly hairy chest with nice happy trail. Ray takes his hit and looks over at his brother, whom is already taking his own tank off. His smooth brown chest is in contrast to Kev’s. Ray looks over at his girlfriend. GF: fuck it, we’re all friends here. Sorry guys, but I don’t like wearing bras. She pulls off her blouse revealing her tits to the men. Ray is taken back by this. Evidently the G is hitting her good. He feels like he made the right decision after all. He pulls off his shirt, showing off his smooth brown torso with just a slight happy trail of fuzz. Walt takes the shirts and hangs them up on the coat rack by the front door. The pipe goes around again and everyone gets another big hit. While Walt is refilling the pipe, he looks over at his younger brother whom is starting to sink into the couch. This makes Walt smile and ask- W: So brother, are we down to parTy with your girl? A relaxed Ray just smiles. R: yeah, we’re down. Let’s parTy and play alright. Walt and Kev get the biggest smile on their faces. They start to chuckle a bit and this alarms Ray slightly but he is too busy sinking into his seat to focus that much. They look over at his girlfriend who looks slightly pissed. GF: you fucking asshole. I can’t believe you. R: What’s going on here. Why am I feeling so good? W: While I was talking with you, Kev was talking with your girl. We told her about the choice you were going to make. Trying to sell her ass for your high. She didn’t believe us so she just sit by and watched you take the double Glass of Gatorade. R: WTF man. You set me up. K: Don’t worry man. I’ll still get you guys fucked up on my good shit. It makes everyone wanna get naked asap. I just wanna see a show. Hand him the pipe. He’s gonna need it. HAHA Walt packed a full pipe and hands it to the GF. W: Ladies first. The girlfriend proceeds to smoke half the bowl herself. She hands the bowl off to Kev and gets up. She follows Walt into the other room. Kev takes his hit and passes to Ray. Ray pushes himself up and grabs the pipe. K: Go ahead and pound it. Ray did not have to be told twice. He takes hit after hit after hit. He finishes off the bowl. Kev takes the pipe back and pulls out his stash. He takes a shard and fills the pipe. He hands the pipe to Ray. Ray goes back to taking his hits. Kev grabs a tray with a small sheet of glass on it. he drops some powdered Tina on it and uses a card to make some lines. He takes a rolled up bill and takes the first line. He offers to Ray. Ever the over indulger, Ray snorts two fat lines. He then proceeds to finish off the bowl. Ray is flying super high now and getting pretty sweaty. Kev suggests that he take off his pants so they don’t get sweaty. Without thinking, Ray drops trousers. Kev folds the pants neatly and places his own pants right next to other pants. This leaves the two guys in their boxers. K: Hey, they are going to be a while in the other room. Wanna get really fucked up for a moment before they come back? Wanna quick booty bump? Ray is feeling super good and cant wait to get higher. R: okay, but it has to be quick. I don’t want my girlfriend to see. K: okay then, make it quick. Ray walks around the couch and bends over it with his back to the hallway. He feels how great to have Kev’s hands on his ass. He pulls the boxers down to his knees. Kev spits on his finger and pushes the spit up Ray’s hole. He repeats two times to get the hole nice and wet. He takes a large shard and pushes it up the straight boy’s hole. Kev holds his fingers in place, letting the shard dissolve. Ray feels great and relaxes as he hangs over the top of the couch. He remembers that his boxers are down and he starts to reach down for them when he feels something at the entrance of his hole again. R: Okay, you’ve had your fun Kev. Let’s stop now before they come back. The pressure at his hole continues and something pushes in an inch or two. Ray gives a slight moan. R: Okay lets stop. I didn’t sign on for this. GF: But I did Ray turns his head around and standing behind him is his girlfriend with a strap-on. She pushes forward another inch. Again Ray moans without thinking. GF: you were gonna let them G me out and fuck me? yeah, well fuck you, you fucking fuck. The girlfriend thrusts forward and bottoms out in Ray. Ray winces at the sudden intrusion but takes it like a man. Kev refills the bowl and passes it to the girlfriend. She takes her hits and starts her assault on her boyfriend’s ass. Kev walks up to Walt and they step back to take in the view. K: I love a good show with some junkies. Ray’s girlfriend slams his ass for a good 25 to 30 minutes, only stopping to take her hits. She finishes her pounding of Ray’s ass. She gets dressed and tells him to call before going over to collect his shit from her pad. They are now through. She stops to talk with Walt. He hands her a baggie full of t and she leaves. Kev walks up to Ray. He reaches down and squeezes his ass with his right hand. He reaches for Ray’s dick with his left hand. He finds Ray is hard after all that fucking. K: Hey Walt, looks like your younger brother liked his punishment. W: I knew he was a natural. Walt walks over to his naked brother and touches his chin. W: Hey Ray, don’t worry. Straight, Gay, bi, these are just labels. What really matters is that you are a Tina whore junkie that will do whatever me and my friends want for more drugs.

12 with my cousins. 13 with my uncle and then a guy at school. 14 with my uncles friends and step dad, along with my first “Boyfriend” (the Swim Coach at school). Learnt a lot early 😈. Enjoy one of my first Grindr photos 🙈

AUTHOR NOTE: this one is inspired by a discussion I had about a so-called AI companion where folks worldwide sent confidences (even erotic) and on the other side there was a man who guided the bot to answer, so he could read every intimate speech users sent. Paid service, obvious. That's why I'd never trust using those for sexting role play! Here's the setup. Let's start! No AI has been used to create this, I'm an author and I care about my writing not to end up into #AISlop ---- Leo: I'm 22, twink, naive. My world is behind a screen and video-games. Very shy in real life. Sex? Never had, too fearful of judgments for my sex orientation and kinks! I just look at guys when I go to the gym and that's all! My entire sex life stays on BreedingZone where I found so many guys with my same fetishes. HIV included, yes, I'm one of those bug chasers wannabe. But with age verification spreading all over the world, interesting people to sext with, just disappeared and my inbox is always empty. But one day I found a topic referring to chatbots. "AI doesn't judge, it talks, so let's share the ones where you have your best sex conversations!" Curious of AI, I was discouraged. The most important engines just reject any explicit contents, so I followed that topic. Surprisingly, the most verbal man in that post, was a certain GifterAlex, a huge biohazard as profile pic, and a very different profile from the others. Interests: computer, tech, AI, research, psychology Very strange for a sex related website, so I kept on reading. Background: mid 40s, Caucasian, progressive politically oriented, in favor of any technology innovation gay men can benefit of. HIV status: poz, not on meds Role: top Looking for: real and concrete encounters. Not here to waste time. Access denied to flakes, fakes, bigots and crybabies. "Ambiguous", I thought; if he talks about computers in a sex site then he wants to hookup, where's the trap? Isn't he one of those "morality guardians" sent by far-right politicians to out gays around the world? So, I read his post: "Most interesting and effective bot I found is called Highly Intelligent Volunteer. It can provide any kind of advices, it's a very customizable agent. By text you can ask it anything. Try it for free at least 30 days then you'll be CHARGED". Didn't give too many attention on the word "charged" capitalized; could be just he wanted to warn readers they were going to pay. Curiosity hit me, I avoided asking questions about who the owner was, if it was an advertisement or just an advice. GifterAlex could be a user like me and I signed up with no hesitation. [TO BE CONTINUED]

I found a nearby cumdump, used his hole, and plan on repeat fucks. Hookups are about timing and location. I've chatted a few nearby btms who are either obviously cumdumps or smell of wanting loads. But my schedule is tight given where I live, I can't host, work gets in the way, and my partner doesn't want 3ways, etc. I'd chatted this guy up a few times, but nothing had happened. 40s, short, white, hwp, and just pics of his ass. I assumed he'd take bare cock. Today, I decided to take lunch and run errands closer to his location. It was a 30min drive to run errands closer to his neighborhood -- obviously I was horny. I'd been a weekday cumdump the day before but never got off. So my balls were aching, and I hit him up again. I chatted the guy that I needed a lunchbreak slot to dump a fat load. He asked, "anon bb?" Fuck yes! Music to my ears that confirmed he would take bare cock and cum. Then he sent his address and I told him my ETA. I arrive, and walk in to see bare ass up on the bed, and the guy's face down. Total anon. We'd never swapped facepics. The cumdumps ass is much hotter than his pics. Thick cheeks for a slimmer guy, enough that I grab handfuls of his cheeks. His hole puckered at me, and I had to rim it. Rimming his hole got my cock hard, so I got up behind his ass doggie style. Shoved in my bare shaft up the cumdump hole. His hole opened up easily and felt great around my bare cock. Clearly it was well used hole, and I imaged the other fuckers who'd cum up this thick ass I was holding. I pounded ass for less than 5mins. Those thick cheeks bounced on every thrust. I felt my balls building up to shoot, so said the 1st thing to the cumdump, "You want this fat load?" "Yea, give it to me." he said from the sheets. I rapidly thrust more and told him, "Here it cums", shoved in, and dumped my load balls deep in the hole. I moaned loudly and my cum kept shooting and filling the hole. "Fuck, I feel your cock throb", he whimpered. My dick was spent, so I pulled out, and pulled up my pants. I was so quick to want to fuck that I never took off my clothes. It was a quick pump and dump, and just what I needed. I felt huge relief dumping up that cumhole. I could think straight again. After I got back to my car, I messaged the cumdump "Thanks". He replied that I can swing by anytime. I plan on swinging by next week, and ask how many dicks that cumhole has milked in a week 😈🐷

I fucking own it! If you own it then takes away any slur and gets my dick hard! However, I would only own it in the way it's given!

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.

Love walking around and feeling my hole plugged full of 20 something loads of cum

I was a weekday hotel cumdump. Cheating while my partner is out of town. 3 anon guys dropped by. Each wanted ass to fuck and fill my ass. Sadly, I swallowed 2 of their loads, and got the 3rd up my ass. The story goes ... === 1st load 1st was a sexy, tall, white otter. He could model for Patagonia: bright blue eyes, a great smile, curly hair, fit all over, furry chest and legs.. This guy's pics didn't do justice when I opened the door. This Otter wanted to fuck but my hole wasn't ready yet. Yea, bad planning! But I squeezed him in because he could only do lunchtime break. Workday setups are picky on time. Stay tuned for what he asked me after work ... He immediately unbuckled his pants after walking in and over to the desk chair, while chatting a bit. He had a masculine voice that was sexy. I squeezed his cock while he undressed and talked. Down to biz. He'd shaved his pube -- bummer for such a hairy guy! -- and a nice soft cock sat in a cockring. I told him to tell me how to suck him. He said, "No teeth. Some guys give bad head." His cock swelled up to the perfect thickness. After he had a stiff one, the Otter told me to use my hand on his shaft. After I did that, he told me to get his dick wet and sloppy. My mouth generates more saliva when I deepthroat, I could barely deepthroat his thick cock but did some, so his shaft got sloppy. Otter really picked up with thrust his hairy legs into my face. He moved over to lay down on the bed, and told me to keep sucking his cockhead with my mouth, kep his shaft sloppy with a handjob, and to lay inbetween his slim hairy legs. I obeyed. I must have sucked him for 10 minutes or more. He would thrust his legs sometimes and then calm down. Finally, he grabbed my head and told me to not stop sucking. His legs buckled a bit, and he said something. I tasted some cum, yum! -- it was salty and bit smokey. His voice didn't sound like a smokers voice and he didn't smell but who knows. He got up, dressed himself, and chatted me up for a long while. I decided to put my pants back on. As he left, this tall, slim, and sexy Otter turns and hugged me. He said, "After being that intimate, might as well hug." Wow! So less a cumdump and more a fuck buddy?? === 2nd load 2nd guy was a white daddy, mid-50s or so, with a solid build and sweet smile. He arrived just after sexy Otter. Daddy wanted to use my ass for a pump and dump. After Otter left, I had cleaned out my hole and stretched it open. I tend to be tight and need to prep. But damn, Daddy dick was too thick. He asked if I was turned on that he wanted to find my ass up for him. I told Daddy that he would walk right in on my bare ass. Totally anon. No face pic. Daddy arrives ... but his cock was a freakin coke bottle. Not long but damn the girth! My buttplug was nowhere near the size. I really tried to relax my hole. Daddy shoved into my ass from behind. He fucked me for about 5mins, but my hole was in wicked pain. So I sucked Daddy off. I swung around and grabbed his coke bottle cock. His cock was great to milk with my mouth. His cock got sloppy again, like Otters. Then told me he was going to cum, and I tasted a sweet load. He got up and started to dress. I apologized and told Daddy that I should have asked how big his cock was. He seemed OK and left, hah. === 3rd guy I'd written off as a DDF condom jackoff flake, but he finally showed up and delivered. 3rd guy was a handsome, tall, 40-something. In the morning, when I'd started my weekday cumdump, he'd messaged me. But In our chat, he said that he was looking to suck a dick, so I wrote him off. So confusing when the ad is just my ass pic. At 4pm, I'd updated my Sniffie stats for guys to "swing by after work to drop off a load." Well ... Mr. Handsome changed his tone, and shot me a new message: "Lubed up?" he said. Wowa. Now the guy who claimed to just suck dick wants to fuck ass?! I was confused but went with it. "Yup. Cleaned and lubed." I shot back. "What hotel again?", and I sent him the address. "Ok, that's close. You'd be game to be ass up in like 30mins?" he blurted. Straight to the point. Yes, I told him I could suck his dick hard and then he fuck my ass. "My dick will be hard when I walk in on your ass up and rim it. " oh damn. So he likes ass. Maybe he just wants to give a rimjob. I told him I'd leave the hotel door open and wait bare ass up for him. "I'll probably cum fast. I've not cum in 4 days." oh fuck! that got me hard. Because I luv a fat load from a Minute Man. "No worries man," I told him, "Rim my ass and bust your load when you feel it." "OK. I'll just dump my load and leave with your ass full.😈 Damn. This fucker did a total 180. He went from suck me off to a quick pump n dump for his cock. Of course, I quickly gave him my room #. "Be there in 20mins. Wrapping up at work." Mr. Handsome delivered. I got bare ass up on the bed in 20mins. I heard him push the hotel door open, drop his pants, and then felt his tongue on my hole. He said nothing. He gave a good rimjob to make me moan for it. He grabbed my waste to shove my cheeks into his face. Flicking his tongue deeper into my hole, for like 5mins. Next I hear Mr. Handsome stand up behind my ass and feel his cockhead press against my hole. I reached back to rub lube on his cock and DAMN! His dick was rock hard, and much bigger than his pic. It felt like a thick 8". I wanted to suck on big cock but he only wanted ass. Mr. Handsome's big, bare dick slid into my hole. My hole ached from Daddy's cock opening it up earlier, so I moaned. His cock felt great, and he started thrusting. I reached back to feel his hairy, hanging balls. I had to feel that 4 days load in their sacs. Because I knew my ass was going to be milking that cum soon. It happened in about 1 minute. Mr. Handsome was thrusting his bare 8er deeper into my hole. Then I heard the first thing out of his mouth. He moaned. Had he cum? His thrusting stopped. Was he edging?? My hole felt wet. Damn! The guy who just-wanna-suck had dumped his fat 4 day load up my ass. He pulled his bare dick out of my hole, and I heard cum drop to the hotel floor. I reached back and both my cheeks were soaked with cum. Damn! Mr. Handsome wasn't joking about that fat load. I turned to say thank you, Mr. Handsome smiled a bit, but he went to the bathroom, dressed, and walked out the door. So the DDF guy who just wanted to suck another guys cock decided to swing by after work and use my ass for his quick pump n dump. I'm sure his fat balls felt relief after dumping that 4 day load. === If you read this far, then you get the story of Sexy Otter. After Mr. Handsome left, Mr. Otter messaged again. "Did you get that hole filled yet?" he bluntly asked. I told him about Mr. Handsome who'd just left after using my ass after work as a quick pump and dump for his fat 4 day load. "Very nice! I'll feed your ass next time." I got rock hard. I imagined him typing and wanting ass. I was fully dress when giving Otter that blowjob but he'd seen a pic. Maybe he was looking at my ass pic and typing. Now I know -- Sexy Otter is a breeder and wants Round 2. He said he gets off every day because it's healthy. So he has a high libido, and it will be easy to hookup with him again.

I don't think I'm going to follow up my first post of being some average at best attempt at a exposition dump containing no where near enough context or detail to really explain who I am. I just hope it might have drawn a little interest. So with this one I'm not going to to a predictable follow up being a story of my first sexual experience or first time fucking on drugs.. Well I'm gonna save those for somewhere down the road when I run out of other ideas. This post will be about what I am or rather what mindset I've gladly sunk into and my challenge to prove it to myself. It all culminated this past June, I was turning 41. Last year I very very badly tried to do a 40 loads on my 40th to great failure all do to me not really believing in the project, being lazy not really planning anything and very much not following through on it! Plus being very unrealistic with my odds of completing that. This year though I managed to schedule myself off for near 3 weeks vacation, I don't know how I managed that it kinda just fell together and I certainly never even intended for the second weekend to actually fall with Toronto pride. Honestly!! So it started on the 14 (my bday on the 18th) and I went back to work on the 29th....so I had 16 or so days to collect 41 loads, and single loads... so didn't count multi cummers. I started out strong the first weekend with a near 24 hour stay at the bathhouse down the street with 11 loads and got the tally up to 21 a day or 2 before pride when disaster struck and because of some poor judgement and some misunderstanding I was ripped off for about 400 by someone getting me the supplies for the weekend. He later made good on it but unfortunately the damage was done I was broke for the rest of my vacation and no tina!! I really was upset that not only was my vacation ruined but for the rest of the year essentially as I burned out almost all my remaining vacation for this. I normally do. I still had like 7 days left too of vacation....sitting around sober, coming down, pennyless. I came down in a really big funk and depression I had all but given up on the whole endeavour. Things did turn a bit, my source came back on the grid explained what happened and more than made up for what was materially lost. Well in product anyway still had no cash. I some how through a stroke of luck started to talking to someone whom I hadn't in awhile and always had a special interest in going to a bathhouse for the first time with me as long as he could whore me out. So this was it pride was over but still had the Canada day long weekend. So he said he's pay for the bathhouse if I supplied the favs. Which I have no problem doing for a friend anyway but this just made it even better! With one shot, one chance I worked out in only the way I do, with near military precision as to timing and procedure the where what and when of everything. Got a bit more cash that I could get my ass into Toronto and off went. I couldn't wait so did a .2 just before getting on the train. Made it for a very tense long ride but a fun on however I tried and tried to get a hold of my friend and nothing....I got into Toronto gave my friend the benifit of the doubt and casually just walked up to church and Wellsely on the Friday at 6pm. My Grindr was lit up with interest but no sign of the person I needed. That depression settled in slowly again as the heat of the day and sweat covering my body wore on me. I wasted my time again...what the fuck....was all I thought. I was downtown though, I couldn't afford the bathhouse but surely someone could host. Ha, fucking grindr! Ghost after ghost...the sun started to go down and I had been walking around for a long while actually being stood up like meters from the doors to dude's apartment buildings. Now i was so disheartend...I had just that friday night and Saturday till midnight to get 20 loads. I cut it at midnight cuz i worked sunday morning at 9am. Now angry, frustrated and upset from being stood up like that I was committed to just tucking my tail and heading back to the go when I looked at my dying phone and saw a squirt msg. Finally my friend purfusely apologising and a work thing trapped him and wouldn't be able to make it. It was like 930pm, i wasn't even going to respond when an email came in and was from my friend with another msg saying that he really was sorry for letting me down and a link....a etransfer for 100 bucks with instructions to finish my challenge. I called him immediately and he just said he couldn't talk but to tell him about it later. I don't like accepting hand outs at all and will do near anything to avoid asking for favours especially the money type. I don't feel good taking hand outs.This time though was different and he genuinely want this for me so I agreed. For me and personal challenges I'm kinda whatever on, I complete them woohoo, if not, meh. But when its for someone else or someone challenges me is where my focus, aggressive side comes into, despite of me being a quiet shy bottom. When this puppy gets determined on a goal I will do my damnedest to see it through no matter what I have to do. So i poured myself into steam works with the sling room and hurriedly stored my stuff and when on the shower/recon of the place which by that time I was basically sober so I didn't stay in that mode long before I rushed back to my room and lined up a .7 shot and after some frustrating misses I managed to calm down enough to get the register and down the plunger when and down to the dark maze I went and luckily my favourite of all the spots was open the mirrored room with the fuck bench I cleared my throat to make sure to draw some attention, it took a few drawn out seconds of me not being able to keep my whimpers and huffs quiet cuz I was fucking high before I was plugged by this very nice veiny uncut dick whom fucked just hard enough and busted in a timely manner giving me ample lube for the next 4 loads to be inserted. I eventually got sore and had to stretch my legs out and swayed my tweaked out ass along the halls with not much in the way of interesting targets. Slowly as the night progressed after getting 7 would have kept going there but you know that point where yer in such close quarters with someone everything else do become annoying? Well that was like everyone at Steamworks after I basically memorised and could literally predict everyone's movements before they made them. It's funny how very few patterns humans actually have when you really look. Anyway I was just getting annoyed with dealing with the crap there and getting creeped out by a couple others. So rather than start a fight I looked at my bank account and the time. It was like 2am so wasn't going home and I just barely had enough to get into Spa Excess. I packed up, hit another shot of t and left without a second thought and walked down and managed to get THE very last room in the entire place....TO be honest it wasn't much better. Yeah I was tired, spun, hungry and dehydrated but it was also a full moon Friday which brought out all the gems of society. I passed along the night and made way back home with one non sexual activity stop which I had no idea there was an airsoft shooting range right at the corner in the village! super cool and really helped work off some frustration. Shot pretty friggin' good as well. Anyway I got back home around 4pm plenty of time to get the last......I fell a sleep within 15 mins of sitting down and didn't wake up till 5am So to wrap this up....I failed my challenge.....out of 41 target loads....I only got 30....in 15 days. I was upset i didn't complete it cuz the situations that prevented me from the big oportunity days were because of me being fucked over so not fair. However....30 loads in 15 days essentially 5 of those were all cuz of the bad deals. I consider that a fuckin win for my slut pride? What do you think??

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Couple Mark and Adam have been running a Poz-friendly men's club for several years. The club's mission is to reduce stigma and bring together men who share the same positive attitude towards being poz. The club is open to all adult men. The club never asks about men's status or medications. The idea of the club is to be a free space to meet other like-minded men, without judgment or criticism. Mark and Adam are both poz, sometimes on medication and sometimes off. The club's network includes over 130 men in total, some of whom actively participate in every event and others less often. You can only join the club if you are recommended by an existing member. So not just anyone can join the club. The club has members of all ages, from men in their twenties to seniors in their eighties. There are all kinds of men: fat, young, skinny, positive, muscular, gifters, athletic, neg, tall, chasers, old, short, wasted and vital. Everyone is welcome. Once a month, the club organizes a Men's Body Admiration Meeting at Mark and Adam's farm, which is practically a 24-hour, unclothed and non-condom debauchery event. The large house is full of naked men in various configurations throughout the event, from spirited discussions to darkrooms. Almost every time, about 100 men participate in the event. The house is large enough that anyone who wants to can always stay overnight. Although the party often continues until the early hours of the morning. Mark and Adam want to come up with new spaces for the event every time. This time, the novelty was the Wheel of Fortune game. The game had a rotating Fuckbench, with ten sectors around it. The idea of the game is that one man is on his stomach on a fuck bench and 10 men stand on sectors. The bench is spun and when the wheel of fortune stops, two opposing men get to use the holes of the man on the bench for 30 seconds. One fucks the mouth and the other the ass. The game continues until the first man empties his load inside the man on the bench. Although the event doesn't talk much about the status of the men, biohazard and scorpion tattoos often give a hint of status.

Thanks for that great story. I saw it was 12 pages long, and usually, I skip those as I don't have the courage and "ability" to read stories that long (thanks ADHD) - but I might stop skipping them now as this was awesome. Took me days to read through everything but it was worth it. I agree some things are missing, but that is perfect as it allows sequels, side stories, ... are we seeing the beginning of the Scorpion Pizza Universe? 🤣 But damn, 🥵🥵🥵 Subscribing to Uncut to make sure to find out...

I love to rim the top who bred me! I love to rim any top to be honest!

Totally agree!!

Part 5: A few days after Chad and his friend George filled me with cum, my boyfriend decided to host a party. He organized everything, the food, the booze, the guest list. I had the easy task of helping clean and just being present for the event. Of course, Nate being in charge of the guest list meant that he invited his friends, and that meant that Chad would definitely be invited. Chad arrived early, being Nate's closest friend, to help us set up for the party. The two of them were talking about party supplies and decided that we probably needed another case of beer, so Chad said he'd help me continue setting up while Nate drove off to get the beer. Nate wasn't even out of the driveway when Chad pulled his cock out and told me he was going to fuck me, and we had to be quick. He wanted me to have his cum in my ass for the party. I didn't think Chad would take no for an answer, and considering he had a nice cock and he fucked bareback, I don't think I would have been capable of saying no to him anyway. This was another step for me. I know my effort at being monogamous wasn't exactly the best, but up until now, I'd never fooled around with anyone in the home that I shared with my boyfriend. I guess there's a first for everything. I knew we didn't have much time. Nate would be gone for at least half an hour, but we needed to have the party set up and ready by the time he got back, so I bent over and took Chad's cock into my mouth. This was the first time I'd ever sucked it, previously he'd only fucked me. I liked sucking him and told him that I wanted to spend more time with him in my mouth, but today was about time and I was just getting it wet and slick for my backdoor. Chad said not to worry, he'd definitely make sure I tasted his dick again. And with that, he pushed in and started to pound me. No time for a slow fuck, this was a quick effort to give me some cum. 5 minutes of hard pounding, and he was breathing heavily and showing the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. I clenched my hole in time with his thrusts, trying to encourage his pork sword to spit out its load. I think Chad definitely appreciated my efforts because his breathing got louder and he yelled "fuck yeah, keep that up, I'm going to cum" and with a final group of thrusts, he bred me and filled me up with his load. Chad: "Okay, now, as I pull my cock out, clench your hole tight so that none of my babies leak out. I want you to keep my load in for as long as possible" I followed his instructions and I think I was mostly successful, but I also think he shot a monster load so it was probably inevitable that some would escape. A quick clean up, then back to setting up the party, and we had just a couple of minutes spare before Nate returned with the beer. Chad made me nurse his cock in my mouth until Nate was almost at the door. I was scared at how close Chad was cutting it, but I'd be lying if I said the risk didn't turn me on. I think it was about then that I realized that I'd never say no to Chad, and I guess with the implied threat of him outing me as a cheater to Nate, I couldn't say no anyway. I think the difference now was that even ignoring the blackmail threat, I didn't want to say no to Chad. One predicament I found myself in was that with the quick fuck and then the gentle blow job, I hadn't managed to cum but I'd been so turned on, so I was horny and antsy by the time the other guests started to arrive.

Exactly where that white boy belongs 💋💧

I am neg and with the exception of the odd bit of 420, I am sober. I used to drink and take slot of drugs but it just phased out and has been like that for about 6 years or so. I am also a total sub cum dump and my only addiction is to toxic sperm and the Topmen that shoot it. I do expect eventually I will get knocked up - surprised I’m not.

My hole after 3 tops bred and seed it. The last top wanted to fuck the cum out of me. I think this is the sexiest pic I got. Even of those when I was younger. Hole is loose, used, warm, puffy and not tight at all. Would you fuck it?

Non monogamy is very common in the gay community. Couples switching partners or hooking up with the other's partner in a monogamy partnership was more than common most guys confess. My partner & I was already gifted in the early 2000's when we met and had other couple friends who were gifted as well but knew a 4 couples in the neg more monogamy lifestyle. I knew my partner who was a Top but versatile was very active in our open relationship with many men. Before meds like PrEP was available all of those couple were blessed with the gift.

How many guys have i deposited my nut in , 500 maybe!

The last load I gave was an hour ago , I met up with a regular slut I use a lot , and he wanted to worship and suck my dick and lick and kiss my feet , I agreed I never turn down a moment to get worshipped by a nasty bitch . So we blew some clouds for a lil while and then he started sucking me . But of course with me being the person I am . I have to skull rape the bitch . So of course I did that. Made him throw up and cry and gag and BEG for air . He knows I love when hungry sluts beg. But as I continued to blow clouds he kept worshipping an sucking me . I fed him two loads . Kissed him and slapped and spit on him , let my slut know he made me happy and he satisfied me , then we continued to smoked some more while he licked and kissed my body and showed his gratitude for my loads . Then I just came home and now im relaxing . But because of the ice and the fact I’m a lust devil I still need a slut to serve and drain me . Next time my slut wants to suck and worship me while wearing lingerie finally got him to agree to that so can’t wait to see that sexy ass bitch again

So my bf left for a business trip yesterday and guess what I did 😉 Took two loads today: One from my neighbor from earlier and another one from a guy in walking distance. Now I‘m sitting here having diner and enjoy the feeling of cum in my ass 😉

Coach Sanders 5 Summer was coming. Classes kept me busy. I spent my time on campus when I wasn’t at the gym or with Coach. But I found time to hit the library bathroom when I could. Todd had spread the word. Plus I’d made a deal with Jackson, the janitor, to stay out when I was there. It’d turned into a sweet deal. I just had to stick around for his load after. Honestly I’d have done it no matter what. As far as Chuck. Pete had gone back East. Left quick after pozzing, after collaring him. There wasn’t a question as to what was gonna happen next. Pete had laid it down. Chuck would follow once the term was done. He’d been set up at one of the Ivies nearby. Didn’t have a choice. He belonged to Pete. Chuck stayed close til then. Trained with me every day. Progress came fast. Faster than mine ever had. Each week he looked different. His now smooth body shifted in ways that caught my eye. His shoulders broadened, pecs filled out. Back thickened. His legs did the same. The speed of it started to make me wonder. I finally asked Coach about it. He laughed. Said Chuck was cycling. He was the one administering. Told me Pete had decided. Chuck would be a roided out musclejock before Pete was done with him. Coach had told him not to mention it to me. I fucking loved it! Couldn’t wait see it complete. Chuck pumped. Skin tight. Pecs, shoulders blown. Back wide. But then started thinking about how I’d been putting in the work. Knew I’d never look like that. My way was different. Coach saw the envy start to creep in. He grabbed my caged junk. Told me to forget about it. Said I’d be natural. Said he’d fucking spent too much time getting me to this point to fuck up my balls. What came out of them. Sure I was just a cumdump for now. But was meant for better things. Chuck would always be a fucking cumdump. Would serve Pete’s boys at the Ivies for a long time. And it was up to me to make sure he’d be ready. Next day at the gym, I told Chuck I knew. He just smiled. Said he’d wanted to tell me. But wasn’t allowed. Said me of all people should know it was more than just about muscle. Said it was about becoming what he was meant to be. Said it started at Coach’s when the collar went on. He knew. Then when Pete took him to that gym after. It was a done deal. He was handed over to be broken. Stayed for days. Slammed, fucked. Begged for more. Every bit was Pete’s design. Pete told him again and again he’d be shaped to serve. Nothing else. Chuck sighed. Said once it started there was no way out. Admitted he lost it after. When he found out he was poz. Pete had already left. Told him to keep his hole shut. Not to take any loads. But Chuck fucking craved it. Good thing Coach was there. Got him through. I was surprised. Told him I had no idea. Coach hadn’t mentioned it. I’d been busy with school, my life. Cock. I grabbed him. Hugged him. Told him I understood. From the moment Coach fucked me. Pozzed me. I was his. Then he turned to me. Like he was gonna say something. Like he wanted to admit he’d wished it’d been me that’d done it. Yeah. I knew. We’d spent enough time together to figure it out. Then he shut it down. Said he’d be flying out the next day. I felt it hit. If I’d have done it. Things would’ve been different. For him. For me. But it wasn’t me who did it. But I could do something else before he left. I didn’t fucking care what Pete said. Coach said I had to get him ready. His word was law. So I grabbed Chuck’s hand. Led him back to the spot. My spot at the back of the gym. I tossed my gear. The guys saw it. Closed in like usual. I cut them off. Said it was just Chuck. But they could watch. They froze. Chuck’s sweaty pecs rose slow, heavy. His stare on me. I got on all fours. Offered up my hole. Begged for his load. For a second he hesitated. Then I locked eyes on him. Told him I knew I’d be the first to take it. Promised him someday he’d take mine. But first he had to give me his. He took a deep breath. Nodded once. Smirked. Pulled on his cock. I moaned. Could see his balls. He was on his way. Told me I was a goddamn fucking muscleslut. That he’d make me proud the next time I saw him. I told him to just do it. Fucking breed me. Then he growled. Shoved it in. Balls deep. I let out a moan. Felt his roided body fuck me. No doubt. Chuck was using me. I was fucking grateful for it. Fucking needed it. He jackhammered my hole. Grabbed, slapped my ass with every thrust. I yelled like a fucking animal the whole time. Wasn’t long til I felt my body spasm. Nerves in my hole fired. He’d fucking made my hole cum! Ass juices covered his cock. Still he kept on. The guys couldn’t believe it. Neither could I. Chuck was raging now. His jaw was tight. Sweat covered his body. Then he reached down. Grabbed my waist. Spread his legs. Pulled me up against his pecs. I was sitting on his lap now. Then went for it. I steadied myself on his thighs. Fucked myself on his cock. Cage in full view of all the guys. Balls hitting his. We kept on like this. Then Chuck was close. Slammed me down. Fucking unleashed a huge load of toxic cum in me. I stayed there. Chuck in me. Saw the guys’ reaction. Were fucking loving it. I grunted. Got off him. Told them Chuck had been collared. Was on his way to being a fucking roided out cumdump. They looked at each other. It was Jack who took the lead. He walked up. Pushed Chuck on his back. Pressed his cock to Chuck’s hole. Next thing I knew Chuck’s thick thighs were wrapped around his waist. I watched him. Pecs heaved from the pounding. Moaned like a whore. Begged for it. Jack pounded him. The guys lined up to be next. On it went. The place filled with a stench of sweat and musk. Then Jack roared. Erupted deep inside Chuck’s guts. Then it was on to the next guy. I watched the fuck train pull through. Finally I saw Chuck couldn’t take anymore. Told the guys it was over. He’d had enough. That I’d make up for it next time. Was good for it. Then I sat next to him. Watched his breathing slow to normal. He had a satisfied smile. Fuck it was hot. Prime musclejock had just been bred. Told him I knew he was gonna be ok. Was perfect for Pete. Was gonna be bigger. Harder. Exactly what he’d asked to be turned into that night. And I felt the pride. Not just for him. But for me. Cause I’d had a hand in it. Let Pete build him. Let Pete pump him full of roids. Turn him into a fucking monster. But no matter how big he got. No matter how hard Pete worked him. Chuck wanted my poz load. And I’d work to get ready to give it to him. Then Chuck was gone. Honestly, I missed him. But we kept in touch. We’d text, cam. I concentrated on bulking up. The days blurred. Training. Eating. Pushing weight. I wanted size. Wanted power. Chuck would send clips. Show me his progress. Bigger arms. Thicker pecs. I answered with mine. Every pound I gained. Every vein that popped out felt like a step closer. Coach thought it was about the program. His plans for me. But part of it was about Chuck. About the day I’d finally get to breed him. Months rolled by. I’d ended up living with Coach by this time. His place was right by campus, easy walk to class. Easy walk to the gym. I’d told my parents it made sense. Cheaper than the dorms, no extra fees. Life there had its own rhythm. Early mornings, heavy lifts. Late nights with plates of food. It felt like training never stopped. I got used to it. Every day was part of the program. And it showed. Guys noticed even more. Wherever I went, I drew eyes. Whispers spread when I passed. That I took cock. Any cock. One night I’d hit the pipe. Had just been fucked by Coach. Hard. I felt good. Layed back on the bed. Coach looked me over, pride showing. Said it was time to mark me. Time to carry it on my skin. I moaned. Got dressed right away. We drove out past campus. Into the industrial stretch of the city. Warehouses with busted windows, chain link fences everywhere. Cracked pavement lined the streets. The shop sat next to a bar with no windows. A bell rang when we walked in. The floor creaked. Walls were covered with old flash sheets. Then I saw him. Duke. The owner. A total skinhead. Fifties, shaved head, muscular. Polo stretched across his pecs. Arms heavy with ink. Jeans cuffed high above red laced boots. Coach introduced me. Then told him to do his thing. He led me to the back room. I looked around. The light was harsh, buzzed overhead. Strong odor of bleach hung in the air. Machines set up. Counters cluttered with bottles. The chair sat in the middle, worn leather, steel frame. Waiting. I stripped down. Stood there. Caged. Nothing else. Duke whistled. Told Coach he’d picked a good one this time. Coach gave a small nod, smiled. Then unlocked me. I dropped in the chair. The leather felt cold. Almost sticky on my back. Duke tilted the chair. Adjusted the armrest. Played with my balls. Started to stroke me. Then snapped on the gloves. He turned on the machine. Leaned in. Held my cock. “Cock’s built right,” he said, his eyes taking it in. The shape of it. “The ink’ll settle clean, like it belongs. It’ll fit him.” I looked at Coach. He just grunted. Said he knew I could take it. I took a deep breath. The needle bit sharp. Quick. I held myself firm. Shoulders square. The machine buzzed steady. The sting fucking burned. But I let it ride. Discipline held me still. About halfway through Duke glanced up once. Saw I was solid. Then kept going til he was done. He set the machine down. Wiped off the blood. I pushed up from the chair. Walked to the mirror. The scorpion sat there. Sharp. Clean. Black lines of its legs coiled tight around my shaft, tail raised. Ready to strike. It marked me. Showed I’d proven myself to Coach. Coach stepped in close. Grabbed my balls. Hard. Studied the lines. “Fuckers perfect,” he growled at me. “Every time you get hard, it’ll be ready to strike.” I moaned. Said I’d done it all for him. Coach just rubbed my head. Then Duke called me back to the chair. Wiped me down. Laid saniderm across the fresh ink. Wrapped it. Coach then tossed me a white jockstrap. Said I had to wear a clean one til it was healed. I nodded. Winced when I felt my loose junk fill the pouch. It’d been a long time since I’d been worn one without my cage. Coach laughed. Told me the cage was just for show now. I saw Duke watching me, grabbing his crotch. I turned to him. Told him I fucking loved it. He nodded. Told Coach to bring me back for any other pieces. Also said Mark, his husband, would love to get some metal on me. I moaned. Grabbed my nips. Pictured them with thick bars. Coach just smirked. Said he’d think about it. Duke said good. Just let him know when. Then Duke walked up to me. Growled. Told me it was time to pay up. I dropped. Quick. Looked up at him. Could see his hard cock bulging from his bleachers. I groaned. Looked at Coach. Saw him mouth the words “Good boy.” I reached up. Unbuttoned the fly. Fucking beer can cock popped out. His ball sac was next. Then the smell hit me. A combo of musk, piss, old cum hit me. I started drooling. I took him down. He leaned in. Took hold of my nip. Gripped it between his fingernails. I let out a moan. Told him harder. Duke grunted. Grabbed hold of the back of my head. Shoved his cock back into my mouth. I opened my throat. Swallowed him whole. The faster he fucked me. The more I worked it. The sound of his breath. Rough and sharp. Told me he liked it. Then he pushed me off. Told me it was just the start. To follow him. I sat there on my knees. Sweat pouring off. Could see him walk past a curtain. I went in. Saw a sling hanging there. Duke grabbed me. Tossed me on it. Tied me to the chains. He stood between my spread-out legs. Checked out my exposed hole. Said it was obvious I’d taken lots of cock. I moaned. Told him it was thanks to Coach. He didn’t respond. Just sank two fingers in me. My eyes rolled back. Begged him to breed me. He growled. Spread me open with his fat cock. I tensed. Felt it stretch me. Slide completely in. Then he started slow, then faster. I couldn't get enough. I filled the room with my groans. Then Coach was next to me. He grabbed my head. Told me to open up. I obeyed. He shoved his hard cock in my mouth. All the time Duke kept it up. Until he pulled back. Left only the tip in me. Then he grunted. Shoved it all the way in. His thighs slapped against my ass. He went on like that. At the same time. I worked on Coach. Then Duke’s thrusts started to slow. Lengthen. I tightened my hole on his shaft. Sent him over the edge. “Fuck yeah! Take my fucking load. You fucking cunt!” he yelled, shoving his cock to the root inside me. I moaned. Felt Duke’s cock pulse. Fill me up. It was Coach’s turn now. Could feel him start to shudder. I latched on. Hard. Took his load next. Then they stood there. Looking down at me. My hole, my stomach full of cum. I did go back a couple of weeks later. Duke wanted to see how I was healing. Told me I was doing great. That's when I met Mark. Coach had arranged it. I got my nips pierced. Nice thick barbells to help make them bigger. Fleshy. Made them stand out under my tight shirts. After everything was healed Coach had told me it was time. Time to meet Max. He’d been coming to the high school gym even after graduating. I laughed. Told him he’d broken his own pattern. Was glad to see he’d finally switched it up. Had kept the workouts even after graduation with this one. He just smiled. Told me to hit the school gym late that night. Max would be there, working out. I walked in. The smell of sweat hit me. Brought back memories. I nodded to Coach. He gave me a look. Like I had it. Then motioned for me to go in. I stayed crouched in the corner. Half in shadow. Like a soldier waiting on orders he couldn’t refuse. I stayed still. Silent. Waiting. He was on the bench. Saw his body strain against the weight. His pecs heaved. Arms trembled. He pushed through the last set. Sweat ran down his forehead, his pits. Coach had told me he was gay. Had been hassled by the jocks. I knew I could push him to want me. To want my cock. Make him obsess over it. Then make him beg me for my poz load. I kept watching him move. Saw myself in him. The same mistakes. Elbows locking too soon, pain biting deep. Coach had told me he’d eased up on Max’s training. Wanted him at the right place when I was ready. Then Max saw me. Thin tight tee stretched across my pecs, barbells obvious underneath. Shorts gripped my bulge. He sat up. Stared. It was clear. He wasn’t just impressed. This was gonna be easier than I thought. “You been here long?” he asked, not hiding what he was thinking. I stood. Slow. Deliberate. “Long enough.” I let it drop, casual but sharp. “You always lock your elbows too early on the press. That’s why your pecs still aren’t filling out right.” Max blinked. Caught off guard. “Wait. How do you know that?” I stepped closer. Voice steady. Smug. “Coach.” “You trained with Coach,” he nodded. Certain. Was the one who’d told him multiple times. I nodded once. His jaw tightened. His eyes went over me again. Fixed on the size. What Coach’s training could do. I stepped forward. Stripped to my jockstrap, “Here, let me show you.” Max froze for a second. Didn’t expect it. His eyes widened, breath caught. For a second, he just sat there, quiet. Tried to process it. Then he really took a look at me. My pierced nips stood out from my pecs. Abs carved. Thighs thick. Traps rising. Shoulders rounded. All built from the work I’d done since Chuck left. His gaze moved slow. Across my waist, lats. Then he saw my bulge. Cage poking through the sheer mesh pouch. Had a solid tube that held my cock to hide the scorpion. Yeah. I’d worn it special. Just for him. Wanted to show him what I’d given up. What I had to do. But didn’t want to give it all away. He groaned. It wasn’t just lust now. It’d turned to hunger. I moved to the bench. Motioned for him to watch. I layed back, gripped the bar. “This is how you breathe through it. How you keep control.” I pressed the weight, steady. Smooth. No elbows locking too soon. The bar rose. Fell clean. Max watched me work the weight. The way my pecs swelled with each rep. Then I racked the bar. Sat up. Looked at him, smiled. Knew Coach made him wear a jockstrap while he trained. I told him it was his turn. To strip down. Said it like he didn’t have a choice. Told him that’s the way it was supposed to be. He stripped fast. Eager. It showed in the way he stood. I nodded. He slid onto the bench. I moved to spot him. Made sure to stand close. Bulge right over him. His grip was clean. Motion steady. Strong form. But I caught it quick. Elbows locked too soon. “Don’t lock it yet. Stay under the weight. Control it.” I told him, squatting down to hold his arms. To get my junk closer. He tried not to moan. But he did. I took control. Barked at him. Told him to fucking concentrate. Then he took a breath. Adjusted. Pressed smooth. Every rep solid. I looked down at him. Studied him. Caught his eyes checking out my pouch. Could see him watch how it held my junk. Max finished his set, racked the bar. Sat up. He looked at me, curious. His cock was hard now. I smiled. Liked the bulge it made. Would definitely enjoy it. But pushed that thought to the side for now. “What’d you do? To get there?” he asked, looking me up and down, then my cage. “To be like that?” I held his eyes. “A fucking lot of hard work. Dedication. I gave myself over to Coach. Everything he put me through was worth it. He made me into this.” I paused. Made sure the next part hit right. Wanted to make sure he understood. “Made me his boy. His musclejock.” It took a couple of seconds. But Max understood. He’d been around Coach long enough to feel it. To think about Coach that way. That's when I told him that I’d been where he was now. Thoughts about Coach had taken over til I had to do something about it. He nodded. Still staring. Processing. Said he wasn’t sure he could handle all of it. Go through what I did. I growled. Told him that’s why I was there. Told him to look at me. I started posing. Flexing. Said there’s so much fucking more to it than size, than muscle. Then I moved closer. Bulge now in his face. By now I’d figured he was too much into it to run. I wanted to be honest with this one. He deserved at least some truth. Coach had told me his folks had just kicked him out. Had to leave the dorms in a couple of weeks. Couldn’t get back in until classes started again in the Fall. We had a plan. But it depended on what was gonna happen that night. I took a deep breath. Looked him in the eyes. Said it. “Coach trained me to take cock. Any cock. I’m a fucking cumdump now. That's part of what it takes. Waddaya think about being turned into one?” He leaned in. Hunger in his eyes. It wasn’t about not having a place to live. Could see he craved it. He stood. Steady. His hand pressed against my pecs. Felt the shape. The smooth hardness. Fingers brushed the barbells. He paused. Then moved down to my junk. Grabbed it. Felt the weight of the tube. My full balls underneath. His breath shifted. He wasn’t stupid. He knew the metal meant obedience. He’d be owned. Max’s jaw tightened. He didn’t look away. Told me he’d never been fucked. I smiled. Saw Coach just outside the doorway. Told Max it was ok. Told him I was a virgin before Coach. That he’d helped me get used to it. How I fucking craved it now. How I’d lined up a spot in the bathroom at the campus library. Max grinned. Told me he’d heard talk about some guy doing it there. Had always wondered who it was. I laughed. Told him now he knew. Could get him a spot next to mine if he wanted. Max watched me say it. Saw I meant it. I asked if he’d thought about it. Taking cock. He took a breath. Said yeah. He had. I growled. Told him to look at me. Give me a fucking answer then. Did he want to be like me. Or should I just leave. Let him go on with his life. Max’s breath broke sharp. Said he wanted it. Was positive. I laughed when he said that word. That’s when Coach stepped in, grin sharp. Wrapped his arms around Max. Held him close. Thin shorts the only thing between his cock and Max’s ass. Said that’s what he wanted to hear. Said now we go to his place. That’s where it starts. We left the gym. On the way, Coach and I set the rest of the plan. Max followed close. At Coach’s, Coach told Max to strip. Everything. Max swallowed. Looked at me. I was already down to my jockstrap. He moved in. Tossed his clothes fast. Could see he was nervous. His cock limp. Coach and I circled him. Talked about him like he was a fucking piece of meat. Then told him to flex. Felt his muscle work under our hands. I ignored his cut cock. I’d seen the bulge when he was hard. Had no problem with it. We told him his body was solid. But had a ways to be like me. His lines were softer. Muscle needed to be carved out. Told him he had the start. Max heard it. Knew what it meant. Also knew what would happen if he didn’t take our offer. No way around it. It’d be rough until he could get back in the dorms. But he told us it wasn’t about not having a place to live. He really wanted it. Would give himself over. Then I took off my jockstrap. Lit a pipe. Max saw me take the hit. Let it settle. Exhale down over the chrome tube on my cock. Balls pushed out by the tight ring around them, around my shaft. He groaned, mouth open. Could see he was into it. Would be fine with the T. I tossed him the jockstrap. Told him Coach gave it to me. Was Coach’s before that. Was his now. Max pulled it on quick. Then Coach told him to step up. Get to know my body. Max moaned. Moved in. Felt my muscle. Traced the lines. All the time I blew clouds on him. Told him to breathe it in. He did. His fingers pressed harder, learning. All the time he took in the clouds. Then Coach told him to look close. Said I was smooth. Skin tight. Every line clean. Said he wasn’t. Max growled. Said he wanted to strip down to that same smooth cut. I grunted. Said I’d shave him down once we settled into our routine. He just moaned. Asked how often I did it. Shave. I grabbed his hand. Ran it across my face. My pits, balls, ass. Then down to my hole. I left it there. Could see him finally getting hard. I handed him the pipe. Lit it. Told him I didn’t need to shave anymore. That he’d be the same down the line. If he got that far. He took to the pipe like a pro. Could see it wasn’t his first time. I growled. Told him there was plenty. He just took another hit. Grabbed my neck. Pulled me into him. I felt his warm lips on mine release a big cloud. I grabbed his waist. Took it in. He kept hitting the pipe. Feeding it to me. Fuck! It was getting to me. I’d almost forgot the plan. Coach saw it. Walked up behind Max. Slipped his cock between his asscheeks. Max tensed. Looked at me. Nervous. I told him it was ok. Told him to be honest. Always be honest with us. He sighed. Said he wanted me to be his first. Not Coach. I kissed him. Coach laughed. Told him it was ok. That was the plan. It’d be just him and me for now. But Coach would fuck him sooner or later. No getting out of that. Max grinned. Relaxed. Then followed me to the bedroom. When we got there I handed him another pipe. He took it quick. Grabbed the torch. Warmed the bowl. I laughed. Told him I liked a boy who knew how to work a pipe. He growled. Inhaled. Said he’d had lots of practice. Told him I was surprised he’d never been fucked with all the practice. He just looked at me. Told me he wasn’t a total virgin. That got me going. I couldn’t help it. I went down on him. Started to suck. Got him totally hard. He moaned. Blew the clouds down on me the whole time. Fucker was as twisted as me! Then it hit me. What’d get him begging for my load. I let go of him. Asked him if he’d ever slammed. He hadn’t. But told me he wanted to try. Perfect! I told him. I got up. Grabbed a rig from the dresser drawer. Next I wrapped the tourniquet around his bicep. Could see he was watching close. I kissed his vein. Explained the whole process. Then slammed him. Saw him fall back on the bed. Eyes roll into his head. Fucker was flying. Then he sat up. Looked at me. Fucking green eyes got more and more dilated. I stood back. Started flexing. Posing. My lats flared. Traps rose. He sat there drooling on the edge of the bed. I watched him go for his cock. Start stroking it. But it was going soft. It was a good sign. He kept trying until I stopped, walked up to him. My caged cock in front of him. I grabbed my balls. Told him he didn’t need it. Not tonight. He moaned. Begged me to fuck him. I growled. Unlocked my cage. Tossed it. My cock jumped out. Told him I wasn’t just gonna fuck him. Was gonna breed him. He groaned. Mouth open, played with his now his limp cock again. Then he saw the scorpion. Knew what it meant. But it was me that made him choose. Not because he was tweaking. Told me he didn’t fucking care. Wanted to be just like me. Begged me to do it. Breed him. I walked up. Guided his head to my cock. He opened his mouth. Took it in. Fuck it felt so good! I started to pound the back of this throat. Choke him. Gag him. Then told him it was time. Get on his back. Wanted him to see the fucking musclejock fucking him. He scrambled. Spread his legs. I climbed on the bed. Slid my hard cock over his hairy hole. Told him I liked it. But would be even better shaved. He moaned. Said to do it. Make it smooth for my cock. I growled. Got up to get the water, shaving cream. Razor. That’s when I saw the red light of the camera. Coach was streaming it to the others. I worked the shaving cream around his hole. Max just layed there, loving the feeling of the razor taking off the hair. I wiped off the remains. Better. I said. Then fingered him. Worked his hole. He was too far gone to feel the scrapes. To him it felt good, nerves shooting through his hole. All the time he begged to be bred. I just smiled. Worked his hole til his pink ass juices coated my fingers. Then it was time for my cock. I tossed him a bottle of poppers. Told him to use it. He hit the bottle hard. I pushed in deep. Could tell he was hurting at first. But then got used to it. His hole relaxed around my cock. That’s when I pulled back. Rammed into him. Thrust deep. Long. Could tell the poppers, the slam were working. He started to move with me. Push back on my cock. Told me he wanted more of it. I just growled. Leaned into him. Asked if he really wanted to be like me. Told him that’d he’d have to be pozzed. He groaned. Pushed back like a hungry slut. Told me I didn’t have to ask. Just do it. Poz him. I grabbed his shoulders. Kissed him. Rammed it all the way in. That's when he let out a deep grunt. Fucking cum exploded from his limp t-dick. I kept on. Felt his hole flex around my cock. Then I felt Coach on top of me. Fat cock against my hole. I moaned. Told him to breed me. Needed to know I was still his. He growled. Told me I’d always be his fucking poz musclejock. Then gave me all of it. Told me I was doing good. Would bring more for me when they were ready. I went crazy. Pounded Max. Fucked myself on Coach. I finally knew this is what it was all about. I was a fucking pozzed musclejock breeder now. I’d pass on Coach’s DNA to Max. Others. Coach would live forever. Sweat drenched the bed. It couldn’t get any better. I knew I was getting close. Could feel Coach was too. Told Max to tighten up. I did the same. Coach was grunting now. Slamming hard into me. Pushing me deeper into Max. Then Coach hollered. Unloaded. I followed quick. Flooded Max deep with my hot toxic load. Coach pulled off me. Left me with Max. I pulled out. Sat back against the headboard. Raised my hands behind my neck. I looked down at him. Saw the look he gave me. Same one I’d given Coach that first night. Knew what he was thinking. He’d do anything I said now. Then he crawled over to me. Licked my cock clean. The cock that just pozzed him. Yeah. I was certain of it. Had gotten my viral load nice and high just for this. Coach came back later after a couple more rounds. He grinned. Jumped into the bed next to me. Told Max he’d stay with us until it was time to go to the dorms. Max moaned. Said he wanted to stay with me. With Coach. Not the dorms. I smiled. Wiped the sweat from his face. Told him he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. He looked up. Gave a shit eating grin. Then put his head on my lap. Nursed my cock. He was fucking adorable. For a second I thought about what would’ve happened. If I hadn’t asked Coach for help in high school. Maybe I’d be ok. But here I was. Where I was meant to be. With Coach. With my first. Max. I didn’t know what’d happen next. Coach had switched things up with me. Had even more with Max. Then there was Chuck. He was still out there. Waiting. I sighed. Coach saw the look on my face. Knew it had to be about Chuck. He grunted. Grabbed hold of my balls. Squeezed. Like a farmer checking out his award-winning harvest. Then he turned on the monitor. It was Chuck. Stripped down. Collared. Caged. Fucking roided out. Almost unrecognizable now. Pete was behind him. Could see his laddered cock covered in lube. I groaned. Remembered how it felt. How it shredded me. Then in it went. Chuck just grunted. Kept on like normal. Told me he’d watched the whole scene. Fucking loved it. Then reminded me of the promise I’d made. I laughed. Told him I couldn’t wait. But would have my new boy with me. Fuck! It felt good to call him my boy. Chuck growled. Begged Pete to go harder. Then told Max I’d been the only one to take a poz load from him. That the roids had fucked up his junk. He couldn’t even get it up now. He’d always be just a fucking cumdump. But Max could drop a load in him once it’s official. Once he’d taken my load first. Max growled. Said done. So that’s where we’re now at. Waiting for Chuck to come for a visit. The three of us are together. Me? I’m prepping for my first show. Yeah. Coach says I’m finally ready. But Max is the one to watch. What he’ll turn into. I warned Coach not to push it. Let him work out what he’ll be. Maybe old school like Coach. Maybe more like me. Or like Chuck. Honestly I think he’s leaning towards the roids. I see the look on his face when we talk about Chuck. I’ve already got the collar picked out. Just in case. And who knows what else Duke and Mark can come up with for me. For Max. Basically, life is good now. Can’t wait to see what happens next.

Part 2 The next morning hit like a fever dream that refused to break. I woke up tangled between them in the tent, the air thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and spilled whiskey. Sunlight cut through the nylon walls in thin, golden blades, striping our naked bodies. My hole throbbed, tender and used, a dull ache that made me shift and immediately feel the dried cum cracking on my stomach and face. Ryan was already half-hard against my thigh, his morning wood pressing lazily into me like it belonged there. Jack was behind me, his arm slung heavy over my waist, his breath warm on the back of my neck. Neither of them spoke at first. Ryan just rolled over, grabbed the back of my head, and fed his cock into my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. No "good morning," no hesitation—just the salty taste of him, already leaking, sliding over my tongue while I was still blinking sleep from my eyes. Jack stirred behind me, chuckled low, and reached down to spread my cheeks. He spat once, and pushed two fingers into the mess they’d left. They slipped in easily, no resistance, just a wet sound and my own muffled moan around Ryan’s cock. “Still open from last night,” Jack muttered, his voice rough with sleep. “Good boy.” They didn’t rush. They used me slowly, like I was part of the morning routine. Ryan fucked my throat steady and deep while Jack worked me open again with his tongue, then his fingers, then his cock—bare again, sliding in raw and slick with leftover lube and cum. I took it without thinking. My body knew what it wanted now. We didn’t crawl out of the tent until noon. When we finally did, it was like nothing had changed, and everything had. The world felt sharp and overly real after the close, humid dark of our nest. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the musky, scents of debauchery and whiskey that still clung to my skin. There was an unspoken choreography to our movements. I started the fire back up, while Jack wrestled with the grill and Ryan set up the percolator, the clatter of metal and the hiss of the stove the only sounds between us. It was almost domestic, almost, in a primal sort of way. After we’d choked down breakfast, I took the stack of greasy plates down to the lake’s edge. The water was a sheet of dark glass, reflecting the sky. I was on my knees, scrubbing at a plate with sand, when the stream hit me. It was hot and shocking, arcing over my shoulder and splashing across my back. I flinched, looking up to see Ryan smirking, pissing on me with a lazy, confident arch. “Taste it, freshman,” he laughed, the sound echoing across the water. Before I could even react, Jack came barreling past me in a flying leap, hitting the water with a tremendous splash that soaked me to the bone. “Get in here, you filthy whore!” he yelled, surfacing with a gasp. Ryan laughed and jumped in after him. The cold was a physical blow, a vise closing around my chest, stealing my breath. They were on me in an instant, their hands rough, scrubbing me raw, calling me their filthy whore while I grinned and splashed back. Later, naked on our camp chairs, we air-dried under the sun like lizards. Our bodies glistened, and the warmth seeped back into my bones, chasing away the cold. We passed a joint back and forth, the smoke curling up into the pines, each hit followed by a long pull from a cold, sweaty Pabst. The world felt soft again, hazy at the edges. Every time I bent over to grab another beer from the cooler, a hand—Ryan’s, Jack’s, it didn’t matter—would connect with my ass, a sharp, stinging slap that was more punctuation than punishment. We fished air drying naked on the chairs, our bodies glistening in the sun, passing a joint back and forth along with some cold Pabst's. They’d slap my ass when I bent over to grab another beer. Ryan, sitting closest to me, put his hand on my thigh, pulling my leg closer and spreading me open. He aggressively found his way into my hole again. "You’re still hungry, aren't you, freshman?" he said. “You’re gonna be sore for days,” Jack grinned from his chair, watching the show, smirking while sipping his beer. Ryan grabbed my hand and led me to the truck, where he slammed me down onto the cool metal of the tailgate. The sun was on my back, but his shadow fell over me. He leaned in close, his fingers teasing my rim as he whispered, “You want some dick, bro?” Jack appeared at his side, phone in hand, the lens already pointed at us. He held the small brown bottle to my nose. “Yeah, freshman. Open that hole for my bro.” The poppers hit me like a wave, a dizzying rush that melted my bones and turned the world into a pulsing, urgent thing. With both hands, I reached back and spread myself open for him, an offering. Ryan spat on my hole, the impact a sharp spark. He smacked my tender ass with the head of his cock, then pushed. He entered me slow and blunt, a deliberate, unyielding pressure that stole the air from my lungs. I recoiled, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming delight of my own submission. He pulled out, spit on himself again, and sank back in, deeper this time. A yelp escaped my lips. “Take it, bitch. You know you want it,” Jack said, his voice tight with excitement. With my head turned to the side, writhing in a pleasurable agony, I found the words. “Fuck me, bro.” Jack hopped into the flatbed, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and fed his cock into my waiting mouth. “Choke on it, freshman.” He was filming, not with malice, but with a kind of pride, as if he were capturing the exact moment I shed my old skin and became this new, hungry thing. Ryan’s pace quickened, spurred on by my muffled moans and the sound of me gagging. He came in a series of sharp, jerking thrusts, a warmth that bloomed deep inside me. A moment later, Jack’s grip tightened in my hair, and he held me down as he filled my mouth. We were so lost in our own world, our own little universe of sweat and skin, that we never heard the car pull up. Not the crunch of tires on the gravel, not the footsteps on the dirt. We only heard the throat-clearing, the loud, pointed “Ahem,” that cut through the haze like a knife. We all froze. A park ranger stood by the fire pit, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, his expression unreadable as he scanned the scene: me, naked and bent over the tailgate, Ryan and Jack with their dicks still out, the phone still clutched in Jack’s hand. “What’s going on here, boys, huh?” he asked, his voice flat and clinical. He commanded, “Go put some clothes on and get me the beers.” We scrambled, the spell broken. We did exactly as he said, our movements clumsy and sudden. He let us off with a warning, his lips a thin, disapproving line. “I’ll be back. Keep it clean, boys,” he said, then got in his truck and headed off down the trail. A heavy silence descended. “Shit, man,” Jack said, finally breaking it. “That fucker took the weed.” “Don’t worry, bro,” Ryan said, a slow smile spreading across his face as he nodded toward the trail. “We have backup.” The tension from the ranger’s visit evaporated in the crackle of the fire Ryan built back up. As the flames took hold, he laid four thick steaks on the grill, the scent of searing meat and wood smoke a powerful, grounding force. We were still buzzing with adrenaline and the lingering thrill of being caught. It was in that charged quiet that I heard it—a low, distant rumble that grew into the distinctive, guttural roar of a motorcycle. It pulled into our clearing, engine cutting off to leave a ringing silence. A young man swung off the bike, helmet tucked under his arm. He was lean, with a sharp, confident gaze that took in the three of us. “Hey,” he said, nodding at Jack and Ryan. He shrugged off a heavy backpack, setting it down with a thud that sounded like a promise. He unzipped it, revealing a dark forest of beer, and a gleaming flask of whiskey. “Got the goods?” Jack asked, a hopeful edge to his voice. The guy—Alex—smiled, a slow, knowing thing. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small, baggie, the green inside vibrant even in the dimming light. A collective sigh of relief went through us. We rejoiced, the moment feeling like a successful heist, and returned to the fire, our spirits renewed. The brothers introduced me, and we all fell on the food like wolves, devouring our meal under the darkening sky, washing it down with cold beer. The firelight danced in Alex’s eyes as he looked at me, a new, hungry appraisal in his gaze. He set his beer down, his voice cutting through the crackle of the flames. “You want to drink my beer, smoke my weed, then you eat and fuck my hole,” he said. It wasn’t a question. He looked from me to the brothers. “I always bitch out for these two, but now you. Eat my hole, faggot.” He stood, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall. He bent over a log, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved my face right into his ass. The world shrank to that single point of contact—the heat of him, the taste, the raw intimacy. He went down on Ryan as he ground against my face, his movements fluid and practiced. “Alex is a good friend,” Jack said, his voice a low rumble of approval. “He always gets us off. I think he likes you, freshman. Now get in that boy’s ass.” I pulled back, gasping for air, but Jack’s frustration was immediate. “No, freshman,” he growled, pulling my head out by the hair. He pressed the poppers bottle to my nose again. “Deeper.” The rush hit me, and the world dissolved into a haze of need. Jack shoved my face back into Alex’s ass, and this time, I lost myself completely. Alex started to wiggle, gyrating on my face, his moans vibrating around Ryan’s cock. I felt Jack’s hands on me, slick with lube, stroking my own hard cock, jerking me in time with Alex’s movements. “You like this boy’s ass, freshman?” Jack asked. I could only manage a muffled, “Uh-huh.” “I think you should fuck him, freshman,” Jack commanded. “Fuck yeah, bro,” Alex mumbled, releasing my head. I rose, my legs unsteady, and guided myself into him. He was tight, hot, and yielding. I started to move, finding a rhythm. Alex pulled off Ryan’s cock, turning his head to look back at me. “Come on, bro, fuck me,” he urged. I grabbed his ass with both hands and dug in, burying myself to the hilt. Jack fed Alex more poppers, and Alex’s body went pliant, then he started to ride me, taking control. “Who taught you how to fuck, bro? Your mother?” he taunted, his voice breathless and sharp. In a sudden, powerful move, he pulled off my cock, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees on top of a log. He kicked my legs apart and rammed his cock into me. It was thick and blunt, a tree trunk of a thing that forced a yelp from my lips. “This is how you fuck, bro,” he grunted, pounding me without mercy. The pleasure was so intense it was agony. “Yes, sir,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Take it, bitch,” Jack said, appearing in front of me. He fed me poppers and shoved his cock in my mouth, the dual assault overwhelming my senses. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the spit and precum. Ryan moved around us, a shadow in the firelight. “Hold your hole open, freshman,” he commanded. I reached back, spreading my cheeks for him as he took a photo. The flash was blinding in the dark, a sudden, harsh light that captured my total surrender. “For the memories,” he said, his voice a low, satisfied smirk. I didn’t even flinch. I wanted them to have it. I wanted to be a memory, a story they would tell. I wanted to be theirs. They used me in turns, a slow, deliberate rhythm. One in my mouth, one in my ass, then they would switch without a word. The only sounds were the crackle of the fire, the wet slap of skin on skin, and my own moans, guttural and unashamed. I was a conduit for their pleasure, a vessel to be filled. The poppers were a constant, a chemical haze that kept me floating just above the pain, lost in a sea of pure sensation. Moaning like a bitch every time one of them used me. I begged them to “breed me”, words I’d never said out loud before that weekend. When they did, one after the other, I came so hard I saw white. When Ryan obliged, his thrusts becoming short and sharp as he emptied himself deep inside me, my own orgasm ripped through me. It was violent and blinding, a white-hot explosion that left me shaking and spent, my body convulsing in the dirt. Jack followed, then Alex, each one leaving their mark, their warmth mixing inside me until I was overflowing with them. When they were finished, they simply pulled out and retreated to the chairs, leaving me kneeling and gasping in the firelight. They sat back, sated and watching me with a lazy, proprietary gaze. “Beer,” Jack said, not a question, but a command. I pushed myself up on trembling legs, my body aching and numb, and walked to the cooler. I fetched them fresh beers, my hole slick and leaking, my legs unsteady. I served them, then knelt by the fire, feeling their cum ooze out of me, a slow, warm trickle down my thighs. I felt like a grateful little slut, and I’d never been more content in my life. We eventually passed out in the tent, the four of us, a tangled pile of naked limbs, wrapped in each other's filth and warmth. Sunday morning was softer. The light was amber and hazy, the fire nothing but glowing embers. I awoken last, the taste of them still in my mouth. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and knelt by the fire, giving morning head to whoever stirred first, then the next, then the next. They passed me around like a joint, their hands sleepy and gentle in my hair as the coffee pot gurgled over the flames. After the coffee, they bent me over the familiar log one last time. They fucked me slowly, almost reverently, in the quiet morning light. Ryan first, then Jack, then Alex, each one finishing in my ass while I knelt in the dirt, a grateful supplicant. Their combined release oozed out of me, mixing with the sweat and the morning dew. My legs numb and shaking, Ryan wiped a thumb across my hole, pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it clean for him. Fuck that taste is amazing. As we started to break camp, I noticed the fishing poles in the back of the truck, pristine and untouched. A smile touched my lips. We never once touched them. Can’t wait to go fishing again On the drive home I sat in the middle again, my head on Ryan’s thigh, Jack’s hand tangled in my hair. Every time we hit a bump in the dirt road, I felt a phantom echo of them inside me, a deep, satisfying ache. Ryan traced lazy circles on my neck. “Same time next month?” “Oh yeah,” I nodded, I said, voice hoarse. “Any fucking time you want bro”. My throat raw, body wrecked, sore and floating, heart pounding like I’d finally found where I belonged. The lake disappeared behind us, but I could still taste wood smoke and them every time I breathed in. That weekend was a sacred bond between us, and a fantasy come true. Fishing with the boys had a new meaning for me after that, which repeated as often as we could.

I just joined the site formally, having read along for a long time, to congratulate Uncut300 on one of the best ever contributions to the literature that has egged me on for a long time. I think I know what I want and need. This is epic, beautiful, and human. People who don't experience the chasing drive will find it repellant, but we who do... shot a load when Jac completed this phase.

So.... excellent story. I rarely do it, but it deserves a comment. First of all, the things that work. It is well written. Some typos here and there, but it is generally flowing and an appreciable lexicon. I particularly enjoyed the firat half, and I noticed a couple of attempts at adjusting tone and words to reflect the characters speaking. I also definitely liked the setting and the fact that you had a reasonable idea of the conclusion since the beginning and you did not stray away. Honestly, I think you have potential in improving characterization. I felt most of them to be rather flat. Everybody (butthe obvious villain) is helpful and cheerful and honest and successful and happy. I definitely enjoy reading about positive charachters, but probably getting them to have some flaws would make them more unique and human, and add tension to the plot. I probably would have added some more doubts, fears, errors and regrets, especially on Jacob's side. Also, i missed a little bit on a conclusion to Jac's relationship with his family Anyway, impressive work. I enjoyed it thoroughfully, especially the first half

I generally go with the flow in terms of what does it for the top. I've been with one guy who pinned me down and fucked me ruthlessly while calling me "faggot," it did it for him which makes me happy! Some guys into race play have called me "little white boy faggot" or something like that. If it does for the top, within particular limits, I'm fine with it.

Whatever the number so far all I know is I want to get more. You bet I’ll keep trying

You'd be all the Top I'd want and need.

FUCK MAN! I'd be a lucky bitch if he got you as his Top and Pimp.

I'm honestly not sure, though I chose 101-201. I've been getting fucked for a long time (50-ish years) though there were some extremely forgettable guys along the way. I had long periods of "drought" for various reasons, so I may have overestimated grossly.

Never Mind site seems to be back up

A top should always depozit his load in the ass.