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I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache and a scratchy throat. My body was aching and I could hardly move. I felt hot and cold at the same time. I kept moving around trying to get comfortable. It woke Rick up. He leaned over and looked at me. I was sweating. "I don't feel very good" I said He smiled and looked down at me. He put his hand on my forehead. "You are hot baby. You have a fever. You might be pregnant" he said Lying here my body felt like crap and I didn't feel good at all but when he said that I broke a smile. "Really?" I asked "Lets see" he replied He reached into the bed stand and pulled out a box. He took out items and swabbed my mouth and did somethings with the test I couldn't see. I asked him for some water, my mouth was dry. He came back with water and he helped me up so I could drink the water. I felt weak too that I had a hard time sitting up. After I drank water he stood by the bed and took up his underwear, his cock rock hard. He pulled down my underwear and climbed up on bed and put my legs on his shoulders and pushed his cock into me. I moaned in pain and pleasure. He slid in deep into me in one stroke, it hurt but I was also excited. I couldnt believe I felt like shit, had a fever but my cock was still hard and leaking and my ass was still milking his cock. "Oh yeah baby your cunt is on fire. Your fever has made your pussy hot and even though you are sick your cunt is still milking my cock that it wants more of my seed. Fuck your pussy is incredible baby" he said leaning down and kissing me while plunging deep in me. I moaned into his mouth. Not having the strength other than to kiss him back and moan and just lay there and get fucked. He kept pumping into me for a long time. It seemed like forever but was probably only 15 minutes then I felt him spasm. "Here you go baby another load into you poz cunt" he said as he came in me. It felt weird like I could feel it more like my ass was more sensitive right now. I could also feel it milking him. I squeezed him on my own and then felt that deep well in me and I started to cum. I spurted all over my stomach and chest in an incredble orgasm. He grabbed my cock in the rare occurrence and started to pump me I started to cum even more spraying it all over us. He kept grinding in me and stroking my cock, my ass squeezing him. Daddy finally leaned down and kissed me. He licked up all my cum and scooped up the rest with his fingers and put it in my mouth. I licked it savouring my taste. "Taste your POZ cum baby." he said He put me legs down pulled out of me and placed his cock at my mouth. I took it in and cleaned it. It tasted like blood cum and a little feces which made me gag. "Yeah looks like I went real deep." he said He sat me up and gave me some water to drink. I took a sip. He lay me back down and went to the table. He came back and showed me the test. I was HIV Positive. He smiled and kissed me. "Congratulations baby, you are pregnant" he said. I smiled. I started to tear and cry a little. "Whats wrong baby. Are you regretting you are now HIV positive?" he asked "No Daddy, I am so happy and relieved I am finally pregnant and have your DNA as a part of me forever. I love you Daddy, I am yours" I said "I know baby. I love you too and yes you are mine forever. I will always be a part of you. And remember what I said you are my property ok" he said I nodded. He left the bedroom and I fell asleep. Finally filled and pregnant.

I felt Rick get into bed again and lift my legs up and put his cock at my ass. My legs were lower than usual and his cock felt different. I opened my eyes and it was a stranger. Was I dreaming? His cock slipped into my ass. He was thicker than Rick. I yelled in what came out as a soft scream as I was feeling even weaker than before. I tried to use my hands to push this man off of me but I couldn't. I didn't have the strength to fight him off. He just easily pushed my hands away and sunk into me. "Stop get off of me please. Rick" I tried to yell out. "Ohhhh shit, your pussy is on fire and tight. And its fucking milking me bitch. What a hot piece of ass. No wonder Rick has been hiding you from us. You say stop but your cunt is milking me." the man said sinking deeper into me. He was an older man around late fifties, medium muscular build short grey hair. He has a musty scent. Even though I tried to resist, I could feel my ass squeeze and milk his cock. "Yeah you say stop but your cock is hard and leaking boy" he said stroking my hard cock. He was right my body wanted his cock in me but I tried to resist still. I felt violated. "Hey its okay baby. Sorry I had to use the bathroom" said Rick. He climbed on the bed next to me and stroked my head. "This is my friend Ray. He is also POZ" Rick said "I wanted to share you with him and my other friends especially with your fever. Its like your pussy is on fire and still hungry" Rick said. He went on to tell me I have a fever of 103.9 degrees and that makes my pussy feel hot when men fuck me and also that my pussy is still milking the cock fucking me even though I am sick. As I though of this the man above me was pumping me hard and deep. He was past my second ring and stretching it. There was discomfort and pain but also pleasure. "OHhh I am not going to last your cunt is so hot and milking me" he moaned. After another minute I felt him spasm and I felt his cock spurt 7-8 loads. I could feel it splash on my insides. I also started to cum and shoot cum out of my cock. It was only 2-3 spurts as I just came a while ago. The man kept rutting into me and I could feel my ass squeeze him. He finally pulled out and he put his cock in my mouth. It was covered in cum and little spots of red. "Anytime you want to lend him out I would gladly take him for a weekend" he said He and Rick talked outside of the bedroom and I heard the man left. I felt like crap. My body ached, I could barely move, I had a headache and I felt hot and sweaty and had chills. But I still had enough energy to scoop up the cum on my stomach and lick my fingers clean. Rick came back in. I saw his phone in his hand. He smiled at me watching me lick up the cum from my fingers. I smiled back.

I got home in the afternoon and decide to take a nap, I was tired and needed to rest. I woke up around 7pm. Rick was in the kitchen putting dinner on the table when I came out of my room. He kissed me and then pushed me on my knees. I pulled out his cock that was semihard and started to lick and suck his cock. After a few minutes he pulled me up bent me over the dinner table and pulled down my shorts, pulled out the plug and plunged into my ass. Again not saying a word he started to fuck me hard. I grunted in pain as he rammed right into me without lube. There was some wetness so I am thinking there was cum and he fucked me like that hard for a 10 minutes straight. He didn't waiver in his rhythm fucking me. I pushed back on his cock meeting his thrust. My cock was hard and leaking and I started to cum as he was raking my prostate, my ass convulsed and squeezed his cock pounding me. He moaned loud and picked up his pace shortly after cumming in my ass. He finished and pulled out. I dropped to my knees and cleaned off his cock. It was covered in some blood and cum. I then leaned down and licked my cum off the chair and on the floor. He put the plug back in and we sat down and ate dinner. We talked about day and I told him about the men I gave bj too and what they wanted to do to me. "I am glad you were able to hold off and not let them fuck you. I know it must have been difficult. Your pussy was hungry when I fucked it. You squeezed me really hard and you came so strongly" he said "Yes I was. I was tempted but I want you the one to breed me and impregnate me." I said "What made you tempted? Tell me what aroused you. Don't worry I am not mad" he said I explained how each man smelled especially the last one and how he had a huge cock. I also found him attractive. I told Rick that I think I like the older man type with a huge cock. He smiled. Then I told him he also had a biohazzard tattoo which I knew it meant he was HIV positive and that made me want him more. "Why does that turn you on" Rick asked "I think it is because of my time at the ABS. It was the HIV + guys who fucked me the best. They are more primal in their fucking and the way they took me was incredible. Also I feel like I can feel their cum better in me" I said. My cock was hard now. "That is what turned me on. But I thought of you and us. How much I want you make me pregnant. " I said He leaned over and kissed me. We cleaned up the kitchen and watched TV. He fucked me again on the couch and we cuddled and finally went to bed around 1am. He woke me up again mounting me without warning. Only him scraping my insides with his fingernails was a precursor. He fucked me good and came in me. I also came without touching myself again. We ran errands separately. I ended up going to campus to try and give head. The campus was fairly empty with only a few dozen student and faculty on campus. I gave two bjs one to a student who was probably only 18. He was nervous and it seemed like it was his first time. He wasn't that large around 6-7 inches. I got him hard and he came pretty quickly but he had a huge load that it overflowed a bit out of my mouth. I sucked him dry and he pulled back. The other was to an older guy with a larger cock. He lasted much longer and my mouth started to get tired. He finally nutted in my mouth a nice load too. I decided to dig out of campus as it was clearly no one else was going to stop by. I went home and took another nap as I was a bit tired maybe cause we stayed up too late last night. I woke up late around 8p and ate dinner. Rick said he was out with friends and wouldn't be home until it was late. I was still tired so I decided to go to bed in my room early around 10pm. I woke up Monday morning feeling rested but still a bit tired. I went to work and went thru emails and had a few meetings. Professor Post was out of the office and not going to be back until tomorrow. I went to my classes and then met some friends after school at a bar. I had something to eat and drink. I was buzzing and still feeling tired so I went home around 9pm. I took a nice hot shower and went to Rick's room where he was watching TV. I cuddled up to him and we watched TV. I ended up falling asleep on him. He woke me up and I walked to bed. "I am so tired and beat and its only Monday" I said "Get a good night sleep boy" Rick said. I fell asleep as my head hit the pillow.

On Saturday morning Rick mounted me as I slept and fucked me hard. No kissing, no cuddling, no making out, just being mounted and fucked. He pounded me a for a solid 15 minutes before cumming in me. I also came while he fucked me. There was blood and cum and a little shit on his cock. That was the first time that happened so I wiped him off rather than sucked him clean. He plugged me back up after he was done. We did chores around the house. I did the laundry and vacuumed. I also went outside and cleaned the pool. I took a swim and then relaxed under the shade. Rick cleaned the kitchen and then left early to go into work. He told me to go find a bathroom on campus and give at least wo bjs. I went online and looked to see what bathrooms on campus had any activity on the weekend. Hamilton only had occasional play. Martin Hall had some play as it was on the part of campus that had weekend courses, and community events. I got dressed in my short running shorts and t-shirt and shoes. I got to campus around 1pm. It was kind of empty already. I went to Martin Hall and in the basement, floor found the men's bathroom. It was a darker older building and the bathroom reflected it. It looked a little grittier and run down but it had more stalls, six of them while Hamilton only had 5. It was also a little darker than Hamilton's bathroom. I went into a stall and sat down. I waited for a good 10 minutes before someone came in. He looked under and saw feet and then came to the stall next to me. I could hear him unzip and then move the toilet dispenser on his side off and I did the same. He poked thru a nice 7 inch cock average thickness. I leaned in and started to kiss then lick and then suck him. He moaned as he pushed further thru the hole. I sucked him and use my hand to stroke his cock. He started to breath heavily and he started to shoot his cum in my mouth only a few minutes after I started sucking him. It was a nice hot load of 6-7 spurts of cum. I kept slowly sucking and teasing his cock. He finally finished and then withdrew and zipped up and left. I took a pic of the cum in my mouth sent it to Daddy and then swallowed and then sent another pic. He responded, "Good boy. Taste good?". I responded "Yes Daddy". A minute later another guys walked in. He peeked in my stall. He was an older man thin and around 5'9". He went into the next stall did the same removing the dispenser and zipping down. His cock was a good 8" and thick. It had a small biohazzard tattoo at the base of his cock. I engulfed his cock into my mouth and he moaned. I sucked and licked his cock also using my hand to work it. He started to get rock hard and moan. "Fuck bitch your mouth is like a pussy. Let me in an breed your cunt" he said pushing his cock thru the hole. I sucked him and teased his cock. "Sorry just here for fucking" I said "I mean for sucking" I corrected myself "Yeah I know you want it. Let me in and I will make you pussy feel really good and knock you up." he moaned My hold twitched. I could use some cock in my ass. My ass on its own squeezed the butt plug in my ass. I kept sucking focusing on the task at hand. I worked it and even deep throated him in which is thrust thru the hole. I kept his cock in my throat and used my tongue to work his shaft. He let out a loud moan. "OHHHH fuck bitch your mouth is the best pussy i've had in a long time" he said I kept working it and in a few minutes I was rewarded with his huge load. He shot a good 7-8 spurts of hot thick cream in my mouth. I swallowed some to keep my mouth from overflowing and kept lathering his cock in his cream and working to pull out any cum from his thick tube. He kept fucking my mouth until he finally pulled out twitching from his sensitive head I worked. I took a pic of the cum in my mouth and then swallowed took a pic and sent both to Rick. The guy zipped up and came out to my stall and looked thru the gap. The gap was bout ½ inch so he could see me and I see he him. He was older around early 50's balded with a moustache. "Cmon baby I will make you feel good. My cock his hard again and I can go another round. I will make you hole feel really good. And I know you saw my tatt. You want me to breed you don't you. I can smell your taint from here" he said I paused. I could use a good fuck and I must need it if I slipped in saying "just here to fuck". "I am sorry just here to suck cock. Thank you for letting me suck you" I said quietly "Ok faggot. I will be back here next week if you need a really good fuck. I know you want a POZ cock too. You liked my POZ cum didn't you?" he said "Yes I did. It tasted delicious" I said "Imagine how good it would feel in your cunt. Imagine my cock in you fucking you, and then shooting my hot POZ cream in you." he said His words were messing with my mind. My hand started to go over my cock and rub it. It was hard and leaking at this point. "Yeah your horny I can see. You want my cock don't you" he said "I do but I can only give bj. Sorry maybe next time" I said We heard a walkie talkie in the background. It must be security. "I will see you later boy. I know you cant wait" he said walking away. I kept rubbing my cock. It was so hard right now. I paused and stopped for a bit. The security guard came in, did his round and left. I think I needed to get out of here before more happens.

I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. I will attempt to expand further as I have time... I am in my mid-20s and pretty inexperienced when I visit a bathhouse on Saturday afternoon. I am on a mission: I paid for a deluxe room with a TV, used the douche room to get my hole ready for fucking, and put on my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers - my normal sexy bathhouse attire. I open the door and lie on my stomach with my small pert ass facing up and toward the open doorway, wiggling it slightly to let guys who walk by know that I want to get fucked. While I am not the most handsome guy going, guys usually call me “cute.” I have a 28” waist and a small ass that many men find very fuckable. It is not too long after I position myself on my bed that an older man in his mid-50s confidently walks into my room. As I look over my shoulder at him, I notice he is attractive in an older-man sort of way. I guess he's approximately twice my age and about my dad's age. I debate turning him away. The guy removes his towel without speaking, and I am immediately captivated by his long hard cock. This man, who has not yet introduced himself, walks to the end of the bed and starts to crawl top of me without breaking his stride, clearly wanting to fuck my ass. I stop his cock’s advancement toward my ass, however, when I politely ask, “Would you mind closing the door so you can fuck me without anyone else watching?” The guy gets off the bed, sighing loudly as he does, and I think I may have offended him with my request. He grabs his towel and tells me he will be right back, and as he leaves my room. I am certain that is code for “I am outta here,” so I do not expect him to return. I am ok with that though, because while I like getting fucked, I like doing it in private and being discreet, even at a bathhouse. I am not a slut and take pride in my self-esteem. I am proud of myself for standing up for my convictions and standards, and am confident my ass will attract someone else to fuck me in the privacy of my room soon enough. As I lie on my bed with my ass still facing the open door, I unexpectedly doze off, and I suddenly feel strong hands cupping my ass cheeks. I am slightly startled as I open my eyes and look to the side of the bed to see the older guy has returned. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to me and I notice he now has a small backpack with him that he sits on the built-in nightstand next to my bottle of lube. I notice the loud “thumpa thumpa” music playing in the bathhouse is barely audible because he closed the door to my room when he returned. I feel a sense of gratitude because this stranger has returned to my room as promised and has closed the door as I had requested. I appreciate the respect he is showing me. I say “Hey,” as he removes his hands from my ass and reaches for his backpack. He unzips it and rummages inside for a moment and pulls out a white jockstrap. He sets his backpack back on the nightstand and I wait for him to stand up to put the jockstrap on, when he holds it up and says, “I want you to wear this.” I look at it for a moment before he says, “You have a very hot ass, and this jockstrap is going to make it look even hotter!” I appreciate his compliment and as he gets off the bed and steps a foot or two away, he hands me the jockstrap. His towel falls from his waist, exposing his long hard cock, as I turn over and slip the jockstrap on, pulling it up and positioning the band along my thin waist. The waistband is significantly looser than normal, but I sense the jockstrap is a size medium or large, rather than the small size I normally wear. I roll back over on my stomach, and the guy grabs my bottle of lube from the nightstand. I hear him squirt some on his finger and feel him wiggle his wet fingertip at my pucker hole and push it inside of me. I gasped as his girthy finger opens my hole. He starts to move his finger in a circular motion inside of me as if to open me up wider, preparing my hole for his cock. Given the size and hardness of his cock, I want to give him plenty of opportunity to open my hole up with his finger… I start to moan as his plump finger makes my hole feel so incredibly good. I start to zone out, just appreciating the feeling when his voice brings me back to the present moment. “I did you a favor by closing the door to your room, now I want you to do me a favor,” he purrs in my ear. “What’s that?” I ask. “I want to take you to the darkroom and eat this incredible ass before I bring you back here to your room and fuck you good…” he says in return. I immediately feel conflicted. I like my privacy when I have sex with a guy, even at a bathhouse. I thought I was clear in my expectations and respond, “Can’t you just eat my ass here in my room?” He continues massaging my hole with his finger and says, “This is about compromise. You asked me to fuck you in the privacy of your room and in return, I want to eat your ass in the dark room. If I am going to scratch your itch, then you also need to scratch mine.” I do not know how to respond in the moment because I feel conflicted. On one hand, he did return to my room when I thought he had left for good. He also closed my door as I requested… “Have you ever been in the dark room here?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts. “No” in nervously respond. “It is a series of small booths in a dark space that is only lit by black lighting. The best part about it is that no one will see what we look like. The black light will not light up our faces or bodies. It will light up the jockstrap as well as your gym socks and running shoes, but no one will be able to see you otherwise. Since I do not have any clothes on, guys will only see a my profile and only when they are up close to me.” As I think about what he has told me, I become a bit intrigued… “The other thing to know,” he continues, “is that you and I will both be in booths with doors closed and locked, so no one will see us. There is one particular booth that has a large gloryhole the size of my fucking face. You can bend over and spread your cheeks in the privacy of your booth, and I will eat your fucking ass from the booth next to you. Once I eat your ass real good, I will make sure you want to come back to your room where I can fuck you for as long as you want. If you decide you want to stay in your booth, then I can fuck you privately there.” There is a pause before he adds, “Okay?” I think about it for a moment as I look at his smile. I hesitantly respond, “I guess,” but if I tell you I want to come back here so you can fuck me in private, that will be ok with you?” “Absolutely!” he responds in an affirming and supportive tone and with a smile on his face. As I get up off the bed, he says “I am so glad I get to show you the dark room. I think you are really doing to like it!” I reach for room key and go to grab my towel to put it around my waist when he says, “No towel needed for where we are going. Leave it here and just wear what you have on.” I want the guys here to be so envious of the ass I am going to fuck in private. I hesitantly leave my towel and turn toward the door as he grabs his backpack and zips it closed. He grabs my bottle of lube off the nightstand, saying “We can’t forget this in case you want me to fuck you through the gloryhole,” and slings his backpack over his shoulder. As I reached for the doorknob to open the door, I feel his finger wiggling in between my ass cheeks. He inserts his thick middle finger all the way up my ass, and I feel the knuckles of his other fingers against my ass cheeks. As we leave my room, I feel like I am blushing wildly, feeling totally on display as this guy’s middle finger literally pushes me forward down the hallway. I look over at him, and he has the biggest smile on his face as he guides me down the hall. The hallway is full of guys and as we pass each one, this guy, whose name I realize I still do not know, smiles and says “Hey!” to each and every one of them. I do not keep track because I was so embarrassed, but he must say “Hey” to at least 15-20 different guys as he pushes me along by his middle finger. Even if the guys in the hall are not looking at us, his “Hey” gets their attention and they are staring at this guy’s finger up my ass and pushing me down the hallway by the time we walk by. I feel I have lost control of the situation and feel I am about to move into “fight or flight” mode right as he exclaims, “We’re here!” There is an darkness as I look through the open doorway in front of us. Directly in front of the doorway is a white sandwich board and I breathe a sigh of relief as it reads, “Closed for Cleaning.” I excitedly exclaim, “I guess we can go back to my room so you can fuck me!” The stranger with his finger still up my ass says, “No worries, buddy! I know the guy working this shift and he will be totally ok with me showing you the dark room now. And better yet, it will just be you and me in the dark room so no one will see or disturb us in any way! You can’t get more private that that!” And with that, he pushes his middle finger forward to cross us over the doorway threshold. As we jointly move into the dark area, I look down and see the jockstrap, my socks, and my sneakers are lit up bright, but I cannot not really see my own body and can just barely see the silhouette of the man standing right next to me. There is very faint lighting down near the baseboard on the right side of the hallway, that allows us to navigate the hallway, but to not really see much else. On the left side, there is no lighting, but I stick my hand out and feel the wall and then an opening, followed by more wall, and another opening. I presume these are the booths my unnamed fuck buddy referred to when he sold me on this idea. We walk down the hallway and then turn left, heading down a second hallway. After a point, my buddy, tells me to stop and he shifts his body, in effect turning himself and me by his middle finger up my ass at what I presume is a 90 degree angle. He pushes me forward again and we squeeze through a narrow doorway side-by-side. It is totally dark in here and I am reminded of Halloween basements that my neighborhood friends turned into spooky rooms to scare the younger kids when I was little. The darkness is disorienting. I am brought out of my childhood memories by the sound of a “click” and then a dim red light unexpectedly lights the space. As my eyes orient to the booth, my buddy says “I turned the red light on so you can see the set-up in here. The cleaning people use this light to clean individual rooms without disrupting the rest of the area.” “Look over here” and he points to one of the walls perpendicular to the doorway and on the opposite wall from the light switch. There is the gloryhole that you are going to back your ass up to and let me eat it from the adjoining booth.” Then he exclaims, “This is so fucking hot!” He pulls his finger out of my hole and turns so he is facing me. He puts his hands on both of my shoulders and turns me, so my ass is facing the glory hole. He starts to push my ass and my body back toward it. As we get closer to the wall, he tells me to put both of my hands on my ass cheeks and to spread them with my fingers and to bend slightly at my waist. He pushes me back further, so my cheeks press against the wall with most of my ass and both of my hands fully exposed to the gloryhole opening. He then tells me to stay right there and not to move. He also tells me he is going to the booth next door and turns off the red light as I hear him walk out the doorway and along the hallway to the booth now behind my ass. He raises his voice to ask, “Can you hear me?” and I tell him I can. He says he is going to grab onto the waistband of the jockstrap and pull it tight to give him leverage, so he can hold me in place to more easily eat my hole. He tells me to keep my hands in place and to spread my ass cheeks as wide as possible. I do as he requests and feel the waistband tighten around my waist until my waist is tightly against the wall. My buddy has quite a grip and I am unable to move my waist away from the wall. After a moment, I feel the strange sensation of the jockstrap tightening even further against my thigh, and realize he has pulled one of the thinner straps supporting the underside of my left ass cheek through the gloryhole. As my brain attempts to make sense of it, the second thin strap supporting my right butt check is pulled through the glory hole, completely holding me in place against the wall. For an instant, I wonder how the hell this guy was holding onto the three straps tight, when I feel the amazing sensation of his tongue on my little pucker hole and totally forget my thought. My hands are now fully wedged between my ass cheeks and the wall, with my fingers feeling the stubble from the guy’s cheeks as he eats my fucking ass! It feels so fucking amazing that I start to moan like a fucking bitch in heat. After several minutes of eating my ass, my buddy suddenly stops. I hear the shuffle of his feet and his footsteps as he walks out of his booth, along the hallway, and back into my booth. I can only see the faint silhouette of his body as he approaches me with the red light now off. “Did that feel good, boy?” he asks in a husky tone. I can barely mutter “yes.” “Open your mouth, boy.” and I do as instructed. “Wider!” he commands and I open it even further. I suddenly feel a strange sensation in my mouth. Something is entering my mouth, but I cannot not make sense of it. I start to move my head but he yells “Hold still and bend your head down!” I attempt to move my body away from the gloryhole, but it will not move. Even with this guy in my booth, I suddenly realize I am still completely restrained against the gloryhole and unable to move. I start to panic as I realize he must have somehow secured the three straps of the jockstrap to the inside of his booth making me totally immobile. I am now on emotional overload as I feel something wrap around the sides and the back of my head in the dark. I felt a tight yank behind my head, and it feels like there is a belt around my head. “Lift your head up,” he commands, and once my head was facing forward, I hear a steady “click, click, click” as I feel my mouth start opening wider on its own! I start to protest but I can no longer speak. I make sounds but no words come out!!! I feel an increased sense of panic as I keep trying to speak, when suddenly the red light to my booth turns on and the guy walks out of my booth without even looking at me, heading back to his own booth, and leaving the red light on! I attempt to call out to him, but he is no longer in my booth and can not hear anything other than garbled noises due to the mouth spreader. I suddenly feel a strange sensation on the other side of the gloryhole. He has wrapped something around one of my thumbs and pulls it tight. Before I can react, he does the same thing with my other thumb. I instinctively attempt to pull my thumbs and hands apart, but they are now stuck together with my hands still holding my ass cheeks apart! My brain is totally overwhelmed when I hear the guy on the other side of the glory hole ask, “Do you wanna get fucked here or in the privacy of your room, boy?” I attempt to yell “MY ROOM!” but the words are totally lost. I keep yelling, “MY ROOM! MY ROOM! MY ROOM!” and suddenly, I hear him yell back, “Sounds good! I am gonna fuck you here then!!” And with that, I feel the guy push his long hard cock up inside of me, all the way with one steady thrust!” It is not long before he pulls it back out and sticks it all the way back inside. He does not give me time to adjust as he long dicks me over-and-over-and over again. He pulls all the way out and I feel cool air hit my open hole before he plugs it back up again. I am not sure how long he fucks me for, but I suddenly jolt back into the moment, when the fluorescent lights come on in my booth and in the hallway. I start to panic as I hear footsteps getting closer while the guy continues to fuck me, and I then hear an unfamiliar voice say “Hey Buddy, how’s it going?!” with a tone of curiosity. I hear the guy fucking me respond with: “Oh hey, bud! I have a boy that wants me to fuck him through the gloryhole here…I hope you don’t mind.” The stranger responds, “No worries, Bud…Take all the time you need!” After a pause, I hear the stranger ask, “Does he have a nice hole?” to which my buddy says, “Absofuckinglutely!!!” The stranger chuckles and responds, “I will leave you to it then…Enjoy!” as I hear his footsteps leave my buddy’s booth and walk away from us. The fluorescent lights soon turn off, putting us back exactly where we were before the interruption. The guy fucks me for what seems like forever, and then I hear him start to moan, before loudly yelling, “Take my fucking nut!” And with that, I feel his cock pulsate over-and-over inside of my hole as he dumps his man juice deep inside of me… After I bit, the guy pulls out of me and my hole feels open, until I feel him insert something up my hole to keep it plugged. I am not sure what he stuck up my hole as I continue to hear him on the other side of the wall, but am unsure what he is doing. After a few minutes, I hear him walk out of his booth, but rather than walking over toward my booth, I hear his footsteps get lighter as he fucking walks away! I am now in full panic mode, praying he will come back and release me. In the meantime, my thumbs are still stuck together, with my hands hold my ass cheeks apart, and my body is completely upright and securely restrained against the wall by the straps of the jockstrap pulled through the gloryhole and tightly secured within the booth behind me. As I desperately search for a way out of this situation, I really take in my space for the first time. As I look around, I realize there is no door on my booth, because I am not in a booth. I am in a small room that is visible to anyone who walks by the doorway at any time. I look straight ahead and see the light switch the guy used to turn the red light on earlier and mentally try to will the light to turn off to be hidden in the darkness. With my thumbs tied, there was no way for me to turn it off. I suddenly hear my buddy’s footsteps…Thank God, he's finally coming back to release me! He walks back into his booth, and I feel his hand against my ass. I suddenly hear a surprised, "What the fuck?!" in a voice that sounds more like the bathhouse employee who interrupted the guy fucking me, rather than the guy who coaxed me into the dark room! I hear him say "I don't think I'm going to need any of the lube from the bottle stuck up your ass," as I feel his cock press against my open hole, stuffing me even more full than the first guy. After a good while, I hear the bathhouse employee grunt loudly as he adds his ball-batter up my hole. It was not too long before he pulls his cock out of me, and I feel him stick my bottle of lube back up my hole to keep the two loads of nut-nectar inside of me. “What the actual fuck!” I think to myself as I try to figure a way of freeing myself and getting back to the privacy of my room. My thoughts are once again disrupted when I hear the same male employee who just fucked me full of his jizz announce over the PA system that the Dark Room is now clean and back open for business!” I feel my eyes bug out of my head as I desperately but unsuccessfully attempt to release myself from my unintended restraints. I soon hear the distant sound of multiple sets of footsteps getting closer to the open room where guys will see me and my restrained and helpless body, thanks to there being no door to give me privacy and the red light being left on. What the fuck have I gotten myself into and how long is it going to last?!!! (To be continued…)

I have no idea what time it is or how long I have been here. An endless number of guys have been rump ramming me for god knows how long, one after another. I have no choice but to let them ass blast their jizz up my hole. I am stuck at the gloryhole with nowhere to go because one stranger I met hours ago deviously secured my ass to the glory hole, in the darkroom of a gay bathhouse, on a busy Saturday. The fucker pulled the elastic waist band and leg straps of a jockstrap he coaxed me to wear through the gloryhole, and somehow secured the straps inside his adjoining booth. I had no clue what he was doing until it was too late, and now my ass is fully exposed to any and all cocks, because my waist and thighs are stuck to a wall with a big hole in it. None of the ass blasters has given any thought to the fact that I might be restrained against my will. All they see is an ass and a warm hole that will make their cocks feel good and get them to nut…It is all about them getting their fucking nut. These horny oversexed men, I presume of all ages, shapes, and sizes, cannot get enough. Their dicks have taken control of them...and of my ass, which is just a sexual object...I am just a sexual object. Their cocks are seizing the moment and taking advantage of the opportunity, likely not even knowing or caring I was tricked into being a public cum dump. They do not know what I look like and their cocks do not care. I am just a warm, loose, and now sloppy hole for their cocks to use and get off in. Carnal lust is clearly in control. Some cocks, meanwhile, are not into fucking. Those cocks have dominated my mouth for who knows how long, thanks to an unexpected mouth spreader keeping my mouth open wide on the other side of the wall from my ass. The owners of these cocks get to see what I look like because of the dim red light that shows off my body and mouth to everyone walking by or coming into the open space that keeps my mouth very busy. I have attempted to signal to each new guy in my space that I want them to remove the mouth spreader so I can beg them to release my restraints. They do not understand my noises of desperation. Their cocks are only interested in my mouth gobbling down their man milk. I feel so fucking bloated from all the man milk my mouth has consumed so far, and there seems to be no end in sight. The mouth spreader gives so many cocks easy access to my throat, and I do not even taste most of their spunk because the heads of their dicks are frequently down my throat beyond my fucking taste buds. Most humiliating of all are the guys who anonymously watch me getting butt fucked full of cum from the privacy of the dark hallway in front of the doorway to my open space, when I do not have a cock in my mouth. I cannot see any of their features, only the faint framing of their bodies from the black lighting attached to the baseboard on the wall behind them. They, meanwhile, can see my face and fully exposed body as they watch me get fucked full of cum by anonymous strangers on the other side of the fucking wall. While I cannot see the faces of the strangers watching me, I am convinced they are smiling and smirking at me being a total cum slut on full display for any and all men who is willing and wanting. It seems like forever before the cocks in my mouth and my ass slow down, until finally, there are increased gaps of time with no cocks in my life. After a long period with no cocks, I hear footsteps again and someone comes into the space with my mouth, while I also hear footsteps going into the booth where my ass is fully exposed. The guy in my space approaches me and puts his hands on my shoulders. The guy in the adjoining booth, meanwhile, loosens the straps of my jock. I feel myself fall forward and the guy in front of me lays me on the floor. I am exhausted and feel like I am in a dream. The guy who laid me on the floor is talking to the guy in the other booth. Pretty soon, I feel four sets of hands lifting me from the floor. I am hoisted up over one of the guy’s shoulders like a bag of fucking potatoes. Soon, both guys start walking and before I know it, I am blinded by light, as I am carried out of the dark room. While the one guy carries me over his shoulder, the other guy walks next to us. They take me the short distance to the douche room I used when I first arrived, and the guy walking with us turns on the water and sticks an attached hose deep inside my used loose hole. I feel increasingly full as more-and-more water enters inside of me. They tell me to hold the water inside and I eventually blast it all out. We do this many times and when they feel I have had enough, the guy turns the water off and the other guy carrying me turns around and walks us out of the douche room. In my dazed state, I expect they are taking me back to my room, but they head in a different direction. I attempt to ask them where they are taking me, but it is useless because the mouth spreader is still in my mouth and wide open. I look around but the hallway seems totally deserted except for the three of us...I start to doze off to the rhythm of the guy carrying me over his shoulder. I wake up as my body feels the comfort of a mattress and a pillow under my head. I feel my body parts being moved but I am too exhausted to care. As I start to drift off to a very sound sleep, I dream about the two guys saying something about getting me ready for “round two...”

I'd love to see him slip and get bred by one or more toxic guys I see him being so horny for the fuck ,especially when he's not converting yet, and the big gorgeous cock is toxic. Dan tries to behave by insisting on a condom. As his pounding continues and the condom hurts his ass he slowly starts to reconsider. When he can tell the top is 'getting close ' Dan can't help himself. He works the condom off and guides the raw poz cock in just in time to receive all the toxic cum. One slip up and the toxic cum magnet in his gut is on and strong ... unlike his willpower to hold off for Rick to knock him up!

commando and a cock cage for 6 months of Locktober

At last Dan converts, that was so fucking hot @mancoco. Now to see what plans Ric has in store.

I too was hoping that the tiredness is the onset of Dan’s flu, which clearly from the last chapter it was 😈. All this cums as Dan is now branching out to other areas of campus and finding some of the nastier tops out there, even if he is being a cocktease at times which doubtless leaves some frustration in the tops and hopefully makes for a little more aggro when they get to fuck Dan? Now Dan is poz, I look forward to seeing where @mancoco takes the story, particularly with the re-assertstiom of ownership 😈

I mentioned this in a previous post, but it's worth repeating here, and it is @mancocogoes beyond the sex scenes to incorporate the mundane daily tasks that Dan and Rick do. This adds another layer to the characters and the general plot, and develops a richer and more authentic story line. It's interesting to learn that Dan repeatedly stated that he is more tired. Could this be his fuck flu? We know not all fuck flus are the same for those who are seroconverting. I hope this tiredness that Dan is experiencing is just the start of his poz conversion as I know Rick would take great pleasure in breeding Dan when he is so sick and horny. Kudos, @mancoco, on another great installment!

Fuckin love getting bukkake action especially when it wasn planned like at the bookstore on a busy day.

Even though I was negative, I became fascinated by the pigs and hiv positive cruising chat rooms on Gaydar. At first I was just a casual visitor, but started up a virtual relationship with a guy called Pete. Pete lives in London, and was openly hiv+, his profile said “never” to safer sex and poz preferred, but was a god of a man, 40, fit, muscular, tattooed with a full body suit, and thick, fat pierced cock. I instantly wanted to be with him. We chatted on an off for weeks, me being a bit of a cyberwanker if I’m honest, me telling him my fantasies about being a complete slut pig. In the end it was deal or no deal, Pete told me that if I wanted sex with him it was strictly on his terms and I needed to be at his house in London by 6pm that Friday. Picking up my courage, I took the day off work and travelled to London. Pete met me at the door of his house. He looked magnificent; his tattooed muscular body was covered by just a pair of trunks through which I could see the outline of his cock and the line of the Jacobs ladder bar bells running along the shaft. I had a raging hard-on. Pete grunted when he saw me then said: “Your hair’s longer than the photo – I only fuck skin heads – shave it off” He led me to the bathroom and gave me clippers and a razor. He told me to wet shave my head, cock, balls and arse. I knew this would be difficult to explain at work, but I was so horned by the experience I just did it. It took ages. About an hour later I left my clothes and hair in the bathroom and went to find Pete. He was sitting in his front room smoking. “Good” he said when he saw me, “My terms remember –do you agree to submit freely?” I confirmed that I did. With that we exchanged a long and passionate kiss and Pete took me down the stairs to the basement. It was a proper play room, of the type you see in films, rubber floor, sling, chains and benches, the works. “Get in the sling” he said. I did. He handcuffed my legs and arms in to place, and gagged me. I was then expecting to be fucked, but Pete just walked away and said “I’ll be back to fuck you when you’re ready for me”. I was confused, bareback porn was playing on the TV above my head, but I was alone, and I started trying to escape. Five minutes later two guys came in to the room, one stocky, but fit, about my sort of age the other in his late 50’s gaunt and painfully thin. Both were naked and sported biohazard tattoos. “So this is the new guy Pete wants us to convert - Cute” said the gaunt one. I was terrified, struggled to get free of the restraints, but couldn’t and pissed myself through fear. The stocky guy laughed at me and said: “Don’t worry mate, by the end of tonight you’ll never worry about who you fuck with again. I got in that sling 2 years ago, and I was just like you then.” That was all that was said the two guys just started getting off together and fingering my arsehole, other than that I was not touched. There they were standing at the end of the sling getting off and kissing each other. Poppers were placed under my nose, a little spit to lube my hole and they were away taking turns fucking me. The gaunt one was the first to get close to coming he said to me: “I’ve got a pretty old strain and it’s med resistant. Pete wanted me to check you still wanted this” I screamed in to the gag “Noooo” and at that instant he came inside me, sweat pouring of his skinny vascular body.. “Good, I thought you’d say yes” he said. He pulled out and the stocky guy took his place “Don’t cry” he said to me “Ted was the first to fuck me when I went through Pete’s Process.” Ted started talking to the stocky guy as he was fucking me. “Yeah Nick, breed his hole, this is going to be our sixth conversion this year. He’s the fittest yet.” Nick picked up his pace and was soon unloading in me. What happened next was more degrading. Ted pissed in my mouth and all over my body in the sling. Nick got a rancid old toothbrush down off one of the shelves and shoved it in my arse, working it around and telling me how this was the same brush that had been used on him two years earlier and that one day, after I had proved myself I would be allowed to be a gifter and use the toothbrush on one of Pete’s next negs. Through my fear and horror I started to get hard. Nick laughed and said: “You’re going to take to this like a duck to water mate.” After a few minutes Nick pulled the toothbrush out and Ted inspected my arse and said “looking good. I think we need to administer some pain relief to the new boy. It’s going to be a long night for that cunt” Ted pulled out a wrap and started massaging the drug into my arse, working it in with his fingers at first and then with his cock. The drug started to take effect and the soreness in my arse subsided to a warm fuzzy wet and slush just as Ted shot his second load in to me. Nick was at my side with a little bullet, “snort this” he said. By now I was feeling more relaxed and piggy, and took the hits as instructed. “Nice one” he said, “that was K”, and you’ll be flying soon. With that both Ted and Nick took a break for beer and fags, and ten minutes later, Nick was back at my arse. I was truly flying; my head was everywhere and nowhere. In my mind Nick’s cock was all I wanted and my insides were just his warm wet palace. I don’t remember how long Nick fucked me but when he came it felt like my arse was all I was. “Our work is done, let’s tell Pete” said Nick. With that they both left. Sometime later, Pete came in to the room. He was naked and sporting a huge hardon, a large gauge, spiked pa, coming out of the end of it, in my groggy state, I focused on him and drooled. “Well done mate, you’ve started well, but the process is not yet complete. You told me all your fantasies, I told you to read my profile. What did it say?” “Fit, 40, HIV+, never for safer sex, poz preferred” I stammered. “Is that all you remember or were you just obsessed with the photos? Ted and Nick have sorted out your HIV status for me, now I’m going to take you on a journey beyond your fantasies and make you become the true pig that hides inside you” he said with a sneer. “I’ve arranged a little party tonight and you’re the party piece” said Pete. “To help you out, I’ve got two old friends to make it just right. Guys, come on in” he shouted. Into the playroom walked two guys, right on queue. The first guy was thin and wiry and i guess in his mid twenties, bio-hazard tattoos very prominent on both sides of his neck. Pete introduced him, “This is Kev, he’s your Chemist for the party. He’s going to make sure that we keep your mood just right and make sure you don’t forget too much or get too dehydrated. I can’t promise exactly what he’s going to shoot in to you, but I know you’re going to like it.” “and this is Mick...” Mick was amazing. Athletic, with a Mohawk yes, but most striking were his face and body tattoos and piercings. He had a strinking full face tattoo that went over his head and neck, nose and mouth piercings and stretched ear lobes. “Mick’s a bit mixed up sexually. He may fuck you during the course of the night, he may not. What he will do is tattoo you. He’s a bit of a sadist. He knows my requirement for you to have a biohazard tattoo, but he usually gets carried away and does a bit more than that. A completely ink free body like yours will really get his juices flowing. “What do you think Mick?” “Yeah Pete, I’ve got a few things in mind for this guy – stuff he’s not going to be able to hide under a shirt and tie.” With that Mick took off his t-shirt and I saw a huge biohazard symbol tattoo on his stomach, he got his tattoo equipment out of a bag and started setting up besides me. Kev moved to the other side. “Well guys” said Pete, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got the first five guys waiting upstairs and I’ll send them done in a bit. Kev, Mick, you know the type of pig I want to find when I come back down stairs tomorrow. Be as creative as you like.” My arms were uncuffed and my gag removed. Mick and Kev took and arm each. Around my left arm Kev pulled a tourniquet. I started saying “No, please no” quietly, over and over, but my hard cock betrayed the fact I was very turned on. Mick tied my right arm down to an improvised bench besides the sling. I felt a prick in my left arm as Kev found a vein, at the same time Mick started to tattoo the back of my right hand. The five guys were all naked, sported various tattoos and piercings, but I could not see their faces- they all wore pig masks. I could not tell their ages. Kev injected me and released the tourniquet. I gasped and coughed. The painful tattoo work Mick was doing on my hand faded into a gentle massage. My body was consumed with pig lust and my arse pulsed with warm wet desire. The first pig stepped forward and took up position at my gaping arsehole, the pleasure I felt was amazing as he entered me. I felt like my whole body was being filled with his cock, my head lolled to the side and another thick cock forced itself in to my mouth. I slobbered on it, the chunky piercing chinking against my teeth. I felt complete. Over the next hour or so all the pigs took their turns violating my holes and filling me with their cum. Eventually, the tattoo work on my hand was completed and Mick said he was going to a take a a break. With that he stood up and pissed over me, worked himself up hardon and started fucking me. “Yeah, I prefer cunt, but I reckon your arse is a juicy cunt now mate” he said. Kev was jacking himself off besides me, and I noticed that the five pigs had left the room. Kev started talking to me as he jacked off: “Mate, You're doing well, but you've still got lots ahead of you. Some you're going to remember, some you're not, but I think you'll like what you find in the morning” Mick got rough and started fucking me hard and then spewed his poz load inside my arse with a few grunts. Kev continued beating off furiously and told Mick to hold my head still and eyes open. Mick did and Kev raised himself up and came over my eyes filling them with his cum. Even in my drug fucked state, it stung, but it was also very horny and I could see the cum blurring my vision. Kev whispered in my ear: “HIV gets straight to the brain via the optic nerve mate. Enjoy” Then he said: “Right Mick, get the hood he doesn't need to see what's going on from now on, I'll just mainline him something to keep him quiet. I struggled a bit as the hood was put on, felt the prick in my arm and slipped out of consciousness.... I woke up with a start. I was still in the playroom and there was a warm steam of piss hitting me in the face. Pete's piss. “Morning”, said Pete. “You've had quite a night of it. How are you feeling?” I took a few moments to think about myself, I felt okay, there was a tingling in my arse, but it was a good feeling. My neck and hand were sore, but I was okay with that too. “Why not get yourself out of the sling and come and have a look in the mirror” said Pete, I was feeling good and pulled myself out of the sling and stood besides Pete and looked at the full wall mirror. The first thing I saw in the mirror was Pete, looking magnificent with his full tattoo body suit and firm body, then I saw myself. The 28 year old me. My head and body hair shaved. A bio-hazard tattoo was now on the back of my right hand, on my neck, running behind my left ear and on to my head was a black scorpion tattoo. I started to become hard. Then I noticed what could only be a large dribble of cum and blood running down my inside leg. “I see you like the first step of my process” said Pete. I became harder. Pete spat on his thumb and rubbed it around the head of my engorged cock. I carried on looking at myself and Pete in the mirror. Almost immediately Pete said: “Cum” With that my body exploded in to an intense orgasm, my cum filling Pete's cupped hand. Pete brought my cum to his face and sniffed, then said: “ I always savour a man's last negative load – it makes me stronger”. With that he drank my cum form his hand, looked at me and smiled. I started to cry. I was lost in thoughts of my life, my job, my home – and the fact that I had allowed myself to gang fucked and pozed by a group of people I didn't know. My shaved hair and tattoos added to my worries about how I could explain them away. Pete started talking to me in his low deep voice: “Do you remember all our conversations on Gaydar? The one where you told me about fantasising being like Bud Hole? Well I'm going to make your fantasies come true whether you like it or not. I have plans for you and they are going to take you beyond your wildest dreams.”

Does anyone know if I can edit the previous post? Did a re-read of the first part and found some things to change. The re-read got me hot... so wrote some more - also kind of quick and unedited. 2. On the edge When did Emilio grow those horns, I thought hazily. The ringing in my ears pitched higher as the continuous hits caught up to me all at once. I felt as is I was going to explode. They were talking but nothing registered. I could only hear the wet smacks as Terence's insistent drilling pulled out the loads from the previous days that now puddled at the base of his dick and dribbled down his inner thigh. "Hey," Emilio said, smacking the side of my face. If he thought that would clear up the ringing, he was wrong, it possibly only made it worse. "Shit," he said, frowning at Terence. Or was that an evil grin of encouragement? I couldn't tell. Who was he? Did I care as long as he injected me? With cum? Or meth? Both, please both. "His pace or yours?" Emilio said, jabbing Terence in the chest. I think he had asked: did you go at his pace or yours. Pace was the only word that I heard. Ace. Puh-ace. Pace. All I can do at this point is try to piece together the conversation. Terence laughed and took a hand off my nips to grab at the finger and stick it in his mouth. With the loss of that sensation, I bucked against his cock, whining for its return. "Mmm," Terence moaned, swirling his tongue around on the finger, which I assumed was dirty. In short order he spat out the finger and then pushed it into my mouth. The stench of piss was still strong despite Terence's cleaning. I suckled greedily, whimpering and trying to get Terence's attention with more fervor. Finger back on nip! "Of course, I went at my pace," he responded with a shrug, grabbing for the hose instead of my nip. Dutifully, I brought my hand to light the flame. Hopefully, if I do a good job, he'll put that finger back... or use his tongue! Emilio clicked his tongue, as he dropped a backpack on the floor next to us and began rifling through it. "You remember that he's relapsing, right? Can't keep up with you just yet," Emilio said, head down and looking for something in the bag. Terence didn't respond. He simply nodded at me to kill the flame, then dropped the nozzle and then reached over with his hand to tap at Emilio and then pull him into the shotgun. As they blew the clouds back and forth, I snuck the nozzle into my mouth to suck up the remnants. Ever the vigilant hawk, Terence saw me with an eye slit open. He guffawed, "and yet look at that, the tweaker still wants more." Emilio opened his eyes to see as well, then leaned in to take my smaller shotgun, too. "Well, yeah," he said when he broke the kiss, "of course he does, tweakers relapsing are like dogs with food. They don't know when to stop. Eat themselves to death they might. That's why they have masters to look out for them." "Does he have a master?" Terence lazily replied, letting his free hand flop to the couch instead of my nipple! "It's not either of us, right?" Emilio brought something out from the bag. I couldn't see it clearly. "No, but we still gotta treat this pup right, don't we? That's how we train them. Push their limits little by little," he said. I heard the sound of a spray canister shaking and my attention snapped over to him. Please! Terence chuckled before moving in and assaulting my other free nip with his tongue again. Heaven! Please, take me there! Emilio sprayed the Max Impact into a rag now stiff with chems and cum, and pushed it into my open mouth, almost drooling with anticipation. Unlike poppers or meth, where the stimulation is immediate, Max Impact works differently on me. The ringing in my ear grows louder (and with the meth this time, it was a cacophony), and my whole body feels numb and flaccid. I can't speak, and I can barely hold myself up. Knowing this, Emilio moved around behind me for support, so that as I went limp, I still stayed upright. His warm hands wrapped around my shoulders and kept me there so Terence could continue his fucking. What the spray does do for me, is amplify rhythm. The frantic beating of my heart thanks to the stimulants, the pounding in my hole thanks to Terence, and the mental mantra that plays in a staccato rhythm - Drugged up whore. Cum slut. Meth addict. Toxic waste dump. My head lolled forward and a hand kept me from crashing into Terence. Terence - I could still feel his expert ministrations on my nips. Tongue and fingers. Adding to the rhythm in my mind. Meth. Poppers. Max Impact. Smoke. Clouds. Shotguns. Train wrecks. Dabs. Nails. Darts. Bumps. Piss. Thud... thud... thud... It was my heart. It was my ass. It was Terence's dick. It was a virus, insistent, demanding. It was Emilio's words of encouragement, softly whispered so that they wouldn't be heard, but would join the chorus in my mind, subconsciously and hypnotically driving home that ultimate truth. That I'd never be sober again. I emerged however long later from the vortex in my mind. The ringing in my ears was still there, but now it had regressed back to the melody of meth. I opened my eyes. Fuck I still couldn't see clearly. I was really fucked up. Terence was sucking on the nozzle busily himself and lazily blowing clouds in my face over and over. Emilio's hands had replaced Terence's on my nipples. Against my lower back, I felt his hard cock grind slowly up and down, against a wetness that could've been his precum as well as my meth sweat. I leaned my head back and rested it against his shoulder. My mouth opened slightly and Emilio dipped down for a sloppy kiss. I tasted piss and cum. We parted and I saw the devil himself smiling down at me. "How did that feel, boy?" he said. I grunted, struggling to articulate a response. Hell, it felt like I was struggling to just breathe. Thud... thud... thud... Terence continued on like the Energizer bunny. "Nod your head if that felt good, shake it if that felt even better than you thought it would," Emilio said I tried to make out a smile and it felt like I didn't even know which muscle to pull at. Something must've formed on my face because Terence laughed. "See?" He said confidently, still blowing clouds, "we're doing a good job." "I think so, too," Emilio murmured as he kissed across my jaw, to my ear where he nipped and dipped his tongue fully inside, the dull ringing replaced by the hollow swishing. "So, does that mean you're ready for something else in that hole?" He said, grinding more intentionally against my back. I shuddered, then gathered all my strength to shake my head visibly and emphatically. It had been days of fucking and my ass was way too sore for double penetration. Coming to Terence's was always a mistake. But one I always made. I suppose you could call that a habit. A junkie's habit. Emilio gently pushed me forward and rubbed his cock further down the small of my back. I felt the head of his dick pulsating against where Terence was still steadily pounding away. In my spun out state I imagined it merging with Terence's, becoming one giant cock that penetrated to the core of my being to deposit that dark seed. But I couldn't, it would rip me open. Already, Terence was getting me sore again. I shook my head again. This time I licked my lips as well and tried to speak up for myself. "Sore," I managed to croak out after what felt like several minutes. In that moment, Terence responded by brushing aside one of Emilio's hands to latch his mouth on my nipple. His tongue expertly working my most sensitive part. I groaned. Fuck Terence. I heard an approving rumble from the beast behind me. "Are you sure?" Scared that any words would betray me, I simply moaned. "Tell you what," Emilio said, "I'm going to put something up there, but I'll give you a choice. It doesn't have to be my dick, but if it's not, well, I have a whole bag of tricks with me." The backpack. I'd forgotten. That's what he'd gone out to get. Terence isn't big on sex toys, but Emilio's collection could rival that of any sex shop. I licked my lips again and forced the sentence to come out the way my mind wanted, rather than the way my nipples wanted, "it might be even bigger than a dick, hurt too much." "Smart boy," Emilio said, "what if I promise it will be smaller than my dick?" I couldn't think straight. I didn't want to answer. I just wanted Terence to cum so that I could take a break. Terence isn't a fuck all night (or, in this case, all day) type of guy. I could hold out just for a bit longer. Then maybe I'd go home. I just moaned and tried to shake my head again. "But you have to choose," Emilio said, "it's one or the other, there's no refusal." I remained silent. The quiet punctured the air. "Or... I could choose for you," he whispered darkly into my ear. Terence's tongue flicked faster. I almost said Yes, but ultimately, managed to utter a "Fuck" instead. "Something... something smaller," I whispered my response. "Good boy," Emilio said, patting the top of my head. "Terence, babe, pull out just a bit would you mind? Let me get some leverage." Terence pulled me against him and helped me straighten my weak thighs so I could come off his dick. Damn, that required him to stop licking that nip. Emilio, at my back side, expertly supported my ass with one hand, while pressing against my thigh with the other to ensure I didn't fully come off. The stillness, after the pounding, suddenly felt foreign when I longed for familiarity. I heard wet sounds. "Mmm," Emilio murmured, "this cum inside you tastes so good." Terence asked, "does it still taste like piss, too?" "Very faintly," Emilio said, "I think that was all sucked out quite cleanly." Terence laughed, rubbing my head in praise. In short order I felt something firm and slightly cold meet Terence's frenulum against my hole. Emilio began pushing on it gently as Terence held still. I winced a little as my ass opened further to accommodate, but luckily it wasn't the largest thing, whatever it was. I felt the dick begin to slide back into me soon enough. Whether it was Terence pushing or Emilio guiding him in, I didn't know. It only felt like Terence's dick added a little to its circumference, like a dick sleeve, albeit an oblong one. Once again I felt the base of Terence's dick as he guided me back to an upright position. Emilio's hands were rubbing my thighs, guiding them to fold back down on either side of Terence's legs. The position was fine for now but I'd have to change soon, my knees were feeling the strain. Terence looked up at Emilio, "well that was easy." I huffed mentally, easy for you to say. Emilio nodded, then picked up the bubbler on the side table. "Yeah, it was just a devil's dick that I had been defrosting on the way over," he said before taking an inhale. Terence grinned, "dirty loads?" I moaned, fuck yes. Emilio bent down to shotgun him. I watched them swap the clouds back and forth with a mixture of relief and envy. A weird sensation. They parted and Terence blew the remaining wisps into my face. I tried to not inhale. "Nah," Emilio said, flicking on the lighter again, "do you know how hard it is these days to collect that?" Terence nodded, it was true. Terence started playing with my nips again, almost absentmindedly, as Emilio inhaled. Once his lungs were full, I could see this time he was aiming for me. I closed my lips thinly, indicating that I'd had enough. Emilio shook his head and pinched my nose shut with one hand. Damn it. I opened my mouth and he pushed the cloud into me quickly, then unlatched before I had a chance to blow it back. Instead, he moved his hand to cover my entire mouth, stopping me from blowing out. "Nothing special about that cum other than the fact that it's got a massive booty bump mixed in." My eyes widened as my heart jumped, but whether from the cloud or the news, I couldn't tell. I shook my head emphatically but Emilio kept his hand in place, forcing me to absorb more. "Ngh!" a high pitched groan emerged. Terence gently pinched my nipple at that and I yelped. "That's no way to thank someone," he said, chiding me, even as he licked his fingers and began to gently work the nip again. To Emilio he asked, "how much?" "Let's just say that I don't check, but I like my bumps to feel like slams." I shuddered in fear. "Weren't you just saying to take it easy?" Terence said with a grin. "Sure, but it was too late, you already got him all fucked up." "Hell yeah," Terence said as Emilio took his hand away and I finally breathed out forcefully, dismayed to see only small wisps emerge. I looked up at him, the shock forcing sober words clearly from my throat "we'd been smoking non-stop for a long time already! Already so sore!" "And this is the medicine you need," Emilio said nodding his head. "Fuck!" I said, this time with actual anger. I began unfolding my legs, but within seconds, Terence had pushed down to pin me while Emilio pinned my arms in a bear hug and further weighed me down from the back. "Just let it happen," he whispered, "breath into it." Obviously, I had no choice, but if my jagged, erratic attempts to breathe into it were any indication, this bump was going to be a wild ride. "Do you want another cloud?" Terence said gleefully. "Fuck you," I said. He nodded, "maybe later. For now," he said as he stopped pumping, "damn I can feel the wet of that melting cum!" So could I. And it wasn't a shard, I realized as a wave hit me. It was all melted into the cum already, for a much faster activation. I was nowhere near a baseline from the hits I'd shared with Terence, and now... Now it was entirely too much. Bumps hit me different than clouds. I felt the warmth radiating from my core as if the deepest innards of my asshole were screaming to be filled. As the warmth reached my head I felt the pleasure pound like waves against the remaining defenses of my mind. I groaned deeply. Someone was on my nips again. Someone pushed me forward. The wall dug into my forehead but this pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that was rising. "That's right, boy," someone said, "feel that. Meth and pleasure. Nips and pleasure. Cock and pleasure. Poz pleasure. All of it, combined." I got lost in the sea of my dirtiest thoughts. But the images this time came so fast and splintered I couldn't even describe them. I just know they were nasty. They were red, and brown, and black, and white. They were faces, and cocks, and asses and cum. They were the devil, they were demons and demonic. They were numbers and letters. They were wild and wilder and wildest until they were nothingness. They were me in an orgy with myself and I. They were me clinging to the walls of the church of meth built out of nothing but shards and licking frantically like a deer in summer. The sound of bubblers echoed within the hallows of this sanctum. Somewhere out there my priests were smoking. In here, I was drowning. The waves battered me and my body splintered against sharp rock and jagged coral. No! They were not of the sea. They were shards. From another planet. Filling me with more of the toxic chemical. Blessed sweetness. Bitter poison. I want it all. "Shit!" I bellowed. I heard both of them laughing. No, you idiots! I see it, the bigger wave, it's coming. "Use your words," Emilio said. "He probably can't talk, it's been a good hour, so I imagine it's all really hitting him," Terence murmured. I needed to time it right, but I couldn't explain it. "Fuck me," I said breathlessly, blinking the sweat drops away so I could try and focus my crossed-eyes at Emilio. "Yes, boy, that was the idea." I noticed he still had a light grip on me, as if ready to keep me from jumping off at any moment. But why jump off? I would never do that when what I wanted was more. And quickly, quickly, hurry it up now! As if through a psychic connection, Emilio wasted no time. Within moments I felt the urgent pushing of his dick into me. "Want help?" Terence asked as I hissed, waving the brown bottle in front of me. Wordlessly I took it from him, threw the cap off and began to huff diligently. Terence only chuckled and latched onto my nip immediately to encourage the addiction. Each huff brought a multi-dimensional color to the big kahuna wave I saw in my mind's eye rolling toward me. I couldn't stop. "Just hold the bottle there," I heard a voice say. I complied. The wave morphed, larger and larger as I felt my ass opening wider and wider. I don't know for how long. At some point there were no longer poppers in my hand and Emilio was fervently pounding away at me. Each burst of pain I felt, but somehow also only served to bring the wave closer. More! Did I say it? Somehow I got another cloud. The pounding in my ass. The METH in my ass. The DRUGS in my system. I am your junkie! I screamed at the wave. More! Did I get another cloud? I felt momentarily frustrated, now they weren't even doing anything in the face of that wave. More! Emilio growling. Terence's tongue lapping. Fingers on my cock. Fingers on my balls. More! I felt poppers but I wasn't holding anything? More! Meth, always meth after poppers. But I'm already full of meth? I already am meth? More! The wave crashed. My ass ripped. The roar of an entire church meld with the big bang of a universe.

Wish I could remember the name, but it was in LA when I was early 20s. It was an even better experience than I imagined, that feeling of total freedom to spend as much time as you wanted, being as filthy as you wanted! I also remember sucking what I believe is the biggest dick I've ever experienced - a 20ish, surfer type guy, tall and thin with a blond pony tail. And a ridiculously long, curved dick that I happily drained;)

I feel its time for Dan to slip. While I love your storytelling, I feel the blow only stories are becoming a bit repetitive perhaps. 😃 It's unnatural not to give into his desires for such a long time. I would love to read about Dan taking the next step. Being a total slut, and keeping it secret for Rick. I'd love to see the poz top promise Dan they won't cum inside his ass. Like try to convince him to let them ln. Just the tip. Just a little taste. Then, mid fuck, convince him and make him so horny he can't refuse those poz loads any more. Or to just give in already. Again, love your story. Hope you see it as my opinion and constructive feedback. 🙂

Not been up to much for a while, due to various reasons but had a good time today Working from home, was contacted by a delivery driver I've hooked up with a few times before - he lives with his girlfriend but every now and then likes to, as he puts it "go the other way," He's quite ordinary looking but has a really nice body and cock. I didn't have much time but told him to come round and fuck me. I sucked his cock, licked his balls and then pushed my tongue up his hairy arsehole. He fucked me over my desk, shot his load up me and pushed his cock into my mouth so I could suck it again. Hadn't noticed the time and just had time to pull up my pants and show him out before going into a Zoom meeting.

Especially for Easter, an exciting and intense story. The story will consist of several parts. Here is the first part, largely the introduction, but which is an important part of the ongoing story. have fun reading and I look forward to the reactions and reviews. Part 1: My first move The bus smells like stale air and old vinyl seats, but I barely notice it. My fingers tap against my thigh, restless. Outside the window, the city lights blur past-neon signs for bars, a small laundromat still open at this hour, clusters of people laughing under streetlamps. I' ve only been in the city for three weeks ; everything still feels so new. It is a stark contrast to the sleepy hum of my hometown, a place where the biggest excitement is the annual county fair. Here, every brick, every shadow, holds a story, a secret. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the neon blur of storefronts paint streaks across the pane. My breath fogs against the glass, a transient cloud obscuring the urban landscape, much like the uncertainty swirling inside me. So many people, so many different kinds and stories . I adjust the collar of my shirt, though it is not tight -just something to do with my hands. The party invite had said *Easter Bunny Bash*, all caps like it was shouting at me. I'd signed up without thinking much. I just clicked the button before I could chicken out. Now, the bus is slowly nearing the address, and my stomach twists . Not exactly nervous. More like... electric. After a while, the bus groaned and started to slow down. It halts, a sigh of hydraulic air escaping underneath. *This is it.* I grab the strap of my small duffel bag, my knuckles white. The address I'd painstakingly typed into my phone is glowing, a digital beacon guiding me to this new chapter. It is not just a new city; it is a new me. The small town had offered comfort, yes, but also a cage, its bars forged from whispered judgments and unspoken expectations. Here, anonymity is a cloak, a shield, and permission, all rolled into one. I can be anyone, do anything. Tonight, I plan to do "everything". Stepping off the bus, the night air hits me, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, something sweet from a nearby bakery, and an underlying current of something electric, almost dangerous. My eyes scan the street. A block ahead, a constellation of neon lights bleeds into the darkness, painting the sidewalk in lurid reds, blues, and electric purples. The sauna is easy to spot. A glowing pink sign pulses above the door, casting ripples of light across the wet pavement. - The Rabbit Hole-, the sign pulsating in neon pink light. Below it, a smaller sign, equally vibrant, flashes : Easter Bunny Bash - Tonight! photo of the building and the street Men are walking in and out, most of them dressed casually , almost anonymous . A nervous feeling is stirring in my stomach, like anxious butterflies. This is not just any party. This is *the* party. The one I signed up for online, a daring click of a button that felt both terrifying and exhilarating at the time I signed in. I, Luke, nineteen years old, fresh out of the small-town closet, am about to lose my virginity right here in the big city. Not to some awkward fumbling in a college dorm, but here, in this labyrinth of desire, at a gay sauna, surrounded by men who know exactly what they do and want... what I want... My past flickers through my mind like a poorly edited movie: stolen glances in high school hallways, the hesitant, clumsy experiments with my own body under the sheets, the few furtive hookups that never went beyond touching, kissing , or a quick blowjob in a parked car or toilet. *Sucking cock.* That was the furthest I have gone in my sexual experience. I am still a blank canvas, eager for color, for texture, for the messy, vibrant strokes of real intimacy. I crave more than just sensation; I crave connection, even if it is just for one night, a raw, primal connection that bypasses all the societal filters, getting more experience , to take the next step in my own exploration of my sexuality. I want it and I'll get it tonight. The closer I get to the neon glow, the louder the music gets, coming out of the building, a low, rhythmic beat that seems to synchronize with my own heartbeat . My hands are getting clammy. What am I exactly expecting? Do I have doubts? I'm getting more and more nervous. The website had been vague, tantalizing. "Embrace your inner bunny," I had read, "let your desires run wild." I had clicked "bottom," a decision that felt both instinctual and strategic. I knew I liked to submit, to be taken, to be led . That's what I always do. I always let the other guy take the lead, to seduce me, to kiss me, and even guide me to suck his cock. So I'll let myself be led again, but with a goal... I want to be filled, stretched, claimed. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. Slowly, I walk to the entrance . A bored-looking guy with a clipboard glances up as I approach . "Hi, im Luke, i signed up for...." I stutter nervously. "Confirmation mail..." he says loudly . I fumble for my phone, pulling up the confirmation email. "No name, just a code. All anonymous" he says, almost confirming that that was why he didn't want to hear my name. He scans it, nods , and jerks his chin toward the dimly lit hallway behind him. "Front hall. They'll get you set up." The guy opens the door as I slowly walk in. I swallow deeply , nervous as I am, as I take a step inside. The front hall is warmer than I expected, humid air sticking to my skin the second I step inside. It smells faintly of chlorine and something muskier underneath. A thumping bass of the music is vibrating through the floor, up my feet, and into my bones. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This is it. No turning back now. Let's see what this party will bring me and how I'll walk out of here again. I step through a short, dimly lit corridor ; the sound of laughter and distant music is growing louder before I emerge into an open hall. My eyes widen . The room is a riot of color and guys. It is turned into some sort of Easter bunny setting - lots of pink, yellow flowers, green fake grass, eggs... you name it. A group of guys is swirling around, most still wearing their casual street clothes but with an undeniable air of expectation. There are signs hanging on the ceiling , tops and bottoms , guiding which line you have to stand in . I just arrived on time, at the starting time, so if I have to guess, most guys are already inside. I look at which line I have to stand in; bottom , there are just four guys in front of me in this line. As I walk to the line, I see him. He is standing in the center of the hall, lit up by some pulsating light, a figure who embodies pure power. His eyes are dark black, his jawline tight. His body... just huge and muscular . He is enormous, a towering sculpture of muscle and dark skin, dressed in a surprisingly pristine white bunny suit. The ears, long and floppy, almost try to hide a face that has all sharp angles , a face that shows sexual amusement, a dominant sexual face and grin. A broad, confident smile stretches across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. His chest presses tight against the soft, fluffy fabric. Tight, as if he were about to tear out of it. His arms... bigger than my upper legs... a rough but gentle , most sexy fluffy bunny I have ever seen. He is holding a large wicker basket, overflowing with plastic eggs in every color: ruby red, emerald green, sapphire blue, sunny yellow. My breath hitched. He... this bunny... is breathtaking, a walking, breathing fantasy. My nervousness spikes, replaced by a potent cocktail of lust, excitement, and awe. The line is slowly, but steadily , getting smaller and smaller. Before I even know it, I'm in the front , still gazing at him. His smile widens and a predatory gleam appears in his dark gaze. "Welcome, little bunny," his voice rumbles, deep and smooth, like warm honey. It cuts through the music playing in the background , his voice pulling me even more into his orbit while he gestures to the basket. "Pick your fate." My legs feel like lead, but I force myself forward, one step after another, until I stand right before him. His presence is overwhelming, a heat radiating from him that makes my skin prickle. He smells a bit exotic, a mix of spices and clean sweat. I swallow as I reach into the basket, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool plastic of the eggs before grabbing a bright yellow one. It feels lighter than it looks. Slowly, I pull it out of the basket. "A yellow one," he smirks while his eyes twinkle. He watches me, deep in my eyes ; his gaze is intense as I twist the two halves apart from the fake yellow egg. Inside, nestled on a bed of synthetic grass, I find a single, vibrant yellow jockstrap. It is made of a thin, stretchy, almost translucent fabric. I can't imagine it will hide anything, especially my ass. My heart is pulsing in my throat . I know what this means ; I need to wear this. This is the bottom sign . All the guys signed in as bottoms would get special colored clothing, and I just picked my color to play. The black guy, dressed up as a bunny, leans closer to me, his voice dropping to a low, dominastic whisper, his breath warm against my ear. The scent of him is intoxicating, creating a shiver that runs down my spine. "This means your special color is yellow, little bunny ," he smirks softly. He pulls back as he straightens his body again, his smile slowly turning into a full-blown grin. "Go to the changing rooms. You'll find them at the back ; just walk down that hallway and go to the right. Get rid of everything else. This," he points to the yellow jockstrap, "is all you'll be wearing tonight." I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. My voice gone, so I can only nod to him slowly , my eyes still locked into his. "And listen carefully, boy," he continues, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, but intimate enough to feel like a secret shared only with me. "Anyone who picks a yellow egg, they get to play with you. No exceptions... And the rules? You set them. Or you don't. The party host is not responsible for anything that happens in here tonight. This is your journey. Your adventure. Your pleasure. And your pain." A shiver of fear, excitement, temptation , and lust shoots through me. *My pleasure. My pain.* The words resonate deep within. Some primal feelings occur , the feeling of being hunted, wanting to be hunted, wanting to be owned. Some feeling I did not know I possessed. "Understood?" he asks, his gaze watching me deep in my eyes. I only manage to nod again, my voice lost somewhere in the sudden rush of adrenaline. "Good boy." He winks . "Now go. Have fun." I turn around , the yellow jockstrap clutched in my hand. Slowly, I start to walk up the hallway, then to the right and right to the changing rooms . I'll pick one . The changing room is small, individual, with a narrow bench, a mirror, and a hook on the wall. I slip inside, the flimsy door clicking shut behind me. A single fluorescent light above me casts a harsh glow on the worn tile floor. I strip off my clothes, each item feeling heavier than the last. My jeans, my t-shirt, my boxers - I lay them in a pile on the bench, a small mound of fabric representing the cautious, inexperienced boy I am about to shake off. In just a few minutes, I am completely naked in the changing room , watching myself in a mirror that's hanging in front of me, my white naked skin in the cool air, my blond curly hair . My body, fit from years of casual sports, has no chest hair ; my pubes are carefully shaved smooth just for tonight. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but ready. As I watch myself, I'm getting a bit hard ; it is a mix of nerves and desire. I can feel my cock swelling up slightly from expectations of what will come. I pick up the yellow jockstrap. The fabric feels surprisingly soft against my fingers while I pull it up my legs, over my hips, the elastic waistband tight against my skin. My cock, clearly visible and a bit hard, is pushing against the thin fabric. This fabric won't hide anything, I guess. My ass, round and clearly visible , the fabric is pushing tight against my hole. I feel exposed, ready to be used. It is revealing, almost obscene, but a thrill shoots through me. This is it. This is my uniform for the night. My invitation. My surrender. I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My blonde curly hair, my eyes wide and a little wild. I take a deep, shaky breath. *No limits.* That's what I'd told myself before I signed in. I want to be dominated, to be challenged, to flirt, to play. I want to experience everything, every sensation, every nuance of pleasure and pain. This is not just about losing my virginity; it is about finding myself, pushing boundaries, exploring the depths of my own desires. I run a hand over my shaven pubes, and grab my balls through the thin yellow fabric. The jockstrap feels like a second skin, so tight and tender. The thought of all the eyes, all these hands, on me, on my body, sends a wave of heat through me. I imagine the hard fucking, the exquisite pain, the primal release. A dark, exhilarating anticipation pulses in my chest. I take one last look at my reflection. The boy from the small town is gone. Tonight, I am the yellow bottom , a willing prey, ready to step into the unknown. I push the changing room door open to the other side. The sound of a party rushes in, the music, the beats, the men talking, sounds of pleasure and whirlpools and splashing, a symphony of desire, as I walk my first steps into the gay sauna, into..... the Easter Bunny Bash.....

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

Correct. What counts at Pig Week, is your "piggish quotient" - or, how craven are your lusts? The action is truly shameless, and it's a really joyful celebration as well. Some of the other bars are "piggy-backing" on the event and there's nothing wrong with that, at least as I see it. There are all types of guys (particularly Leathermen) and everyone fucks everyone. Any guy that doesn't have a good time during Pig Week, just isn't trying. If a guy needs accommodations, I'd suggest Inn Leather, down on the South side of Ft. L. There are slings in every room, guys give/take loads everywhere on the premises (yes - in the pool too), and it's far more reasonable price-wise than some of the "guilded lilies" in Wilton Manors. You'd probably want a rental car though ....

The original post didn’t mention chubs or bears but I’m assuming they are plentiful there too and get to participate fully? This event sounds amazing and right up my alley - I can live without fewer loads if it means I’m getting more raw cock in my cunt. Especially cocks that like loose cunts. This sounds like an event tailored for tops who like to slide into as many cunts as possible and for bottoms to get as many cocks in them as possible. I looked up the event and signed up for their newsletter. I’ve never been to Fort Lauderdale so this is the perfect opportunity.

Hell NO. But a man has to need a lot of drrrrrty hot raw sex in a crowded setting ... don't plan on a lot of easy parking though. Be sure to check the weather reports too. Think of many of the men attending as Santa's without the red clothes or the bag of presents.

My story is about the same, was at a bathhouse in Vegas for my first visit while living there. A bbc took me by hand to the dark room where a few of his friends were waiting. Before I knew it I had 4 dicks in front of me and one behind me. The one behind me kept saying give home the bottle he is tight. So a guy up front stuck the bottle to my nose closing one nostril and told me to inhale, after the second hit he told his friend "go for it he is ready". Then they took turns trading places for the next few hours.

Snaring—and Falling For—Erik Erik Fager stood, resting for a moment, in front of the terrace at his summer workplace. La Solera was in a prime location, right at the start of the docks where the big yachts came into Ibiza town, and its food was somewhat better than most of the places along the little wealthy marina. It was late July and Ibiza hummed with the promise of the final few weeks of build up to August. Erik had been working here since May, fleeing both Sweden’s cold and his parents pressure to get a jump on his career. He’d just graduated with a degree in Finance from Sweden’s Lund Unversity, the most prestigious university in his home country, and he was exhausted. He also needed the chance to explore a fact he’d grown to know in University: Erik was gay, very, very gay. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow—Ibiza was humid and hot today—and turned as his Spanish boss hollered, “Erick, some help with the limones, por fa.” Erik grinned, “Sure, mi infanta Elaina.” Elaina Rodriguez, the manager and his best friend rolled her eyes and pointed to the outdoor bar, were she’d laid out a huge bucket of lemons. As Erik crossed the bar, the table of gay retirees from Germany eyed him hungrily. Erik was a gorgeous muscly twunk. He had curly reddish blonde hair (redder in the winter, but almost approaching classic Nordic white from the long months in Ibiza’s sun) cut short on the sides but with a delightful curly tangle on top. Peeking out from his tight white t shirt his shoulders were wide—he’d rowed—and his arms were long and perfectly formed, with strong definition between shoulder and biceps and fat, visible veins on his wide and strong forearms. His long arms and legs were held in perfect balance, because he was tall, 6’ exactly, and his powerful legs and thighs were shown to great effect by the too short and too tight khaki shorts he wore. They accentuated the musculature of his curvy ass (Erik definitely had some ‘junk in the trunk’). The shorts he wore solely because all the waiters insisted you got better tips from gay men and straight women if you highlighted your assets. Erik was still in the process of coming out, and it had taken weeks to feel okay in such a revealing clothes. And somewhat more embarrassingly, the shorts not only highlighted that Erik had great legs and a great ass, they also showed that Erik was hung. And indeed Erik had a big cock, a very very fat nine and half inches of Swedish boy meat, topped with a long, hanging foreskin between his powerful rowers thighs. Erik sat down contentedly and got to work cutting up lemons for the lunch rush and happy hour. Unlike the other waiters, he loved not only living with all these young people and wealth—and drugs—on Ibiza, but he also enjoyed his job. He liked the routine tasks, the meeting and flirting with people from all over the world, and the satisfaction of leaving work and never thinking about it until the next shift. Erik had started the summer tired and burnt out. He’d been exhausted from internships, his parents demands for his success, and his coursework. His parents were furious when he told them he would not take the Paris internship, but would spend the summer waiting tables on a party island. And no, Erik would not be going straight to an MBA. As he worked on the lemons, trying for perfection with every cut, he heard a boat pull up. There was a small murmur of excitement among his colleagues—Erik looked up and realized the tables were empty and it was just his co-workers/friends—and then Erik saw an absolutely gorgeous yacht approach. Instead of the usual stark white, or white with navy or grey, the massive thing was cream, a beautiful rich warm, yellow white. He had no idea of its size, but it was a very very big yacht, with the full hull of a large ship and five stories of stacked, rounded, almost art deco modules in its superstructure. As it pulled in, expertly captained so the mooring was smooth as silk, he could could make out the brown lettering of her name: La Menagerie. Erik admired the boat for a few minutes more then bent his head to work. He’d been working about 25 to 30 minutes, when he felt a wave of intense sexual energy pass over him. His nipples got rock hard, he felt flushed, and his hole flexed and ached, and his big cock swelled in his tight shorts. Erik looked up, directly into the eyes of one of the most handsome men Erik had ever seen. The man was tall and lean, with long defined, muscular arms, insanely cut twelve pack abs, powerful thighs, and dark black skin, accented by the tiny white speedo he wore which barely contained his massive cock tube. Then Erik saw the tattoo and he almost fainted. In his gorgeous tight navel, a snakes tongue wrapped around a toxic sign before continuing into a beautiful, lifelike rendition of a black, yellow and white python. What in the hells! The tattoo! America, Animal House, the gorgeous stranger! Erik lost the ability to breathe, his body responding to something he couldn’t understand. His heart beat heavy in his big wide chest. The man was yards away, up high on the foredeck, several stories above Erik. But he mouthed—and Erik could swear he heard his voice, deep, alluring, sexy, American—“Why hello beautiful boy, imagine meeting you here.” And then the black man smiled, a smile warm and friendly and predatory all at once. And then the man grabbed his speedo and squeezed, his cock rock hard, and Erik saw it was the biggest cock he’d ever seen. Easily as thick as his mid forearm and massively long. Now Erik blushed, and grabbed his finished lemons and fled to the kitchen inside. As the door swung closed behind him, he could swear he hard the man laugh, a deep, pleased, teasing laugh. Erik slammed the plastic container of lemons into the cooler and ran to the staff bathroom. He closed and locked the door and splashed water on his face. How could he be here? For the black man with the python tattoo was a stranger, yet Erik knew him. He was the subject of nearly a years worth of highly charged, disturbing, sexual dreams. And he occupied those dreams because Erik had encountered him once before. It had been late August . He’d been doing a short summer mini-course at a prestigious American business school and doing a practicum on Wall Street. One long weekend, his cousin, Lars, who was enrolled in a very prestigious American MBA program, had insisted they travel down to the City for a special night at a very famous gay club, Animal House. Erik had looked it up and been terrífied, excited and intrigued. He’d never really gone to an all-gay club before and from the pictures, this one appeared to be very, very gay. He’d worn cotton pants and a button down shirt—he was European after all—and his cousin, who had darker brown hair, wore a pair of very tight club pants and a vest, showing off his muscle chest. Animal House was vast. It occupied an old warehouse, but it’s owners had spared no expense in its renovation. “The sound system is as good as any in Ibiza” Lars hollered in his ear. Erik alternated between being amazed with feeling overwhelemed. He had no idea this many hot men existed in the world, let alone could be gathered in one place. Lars had said the capacity was over 5,000–and as the night wore on, as the place got fuller and fuller, Hans was sure it was going to reach that. The theme was “For the Love of a Dragon.” And they were taking it seriously. There were huge murals of a massive dragon, always protecting a small, beautiful young man. The murals were wild—they seemed to move through time, with the same dragon protecting a diferent variation of the beautiful boy. As they moved through the space, they saw all manner of dragons—fabric dragons as well as several Chinese New Year style dragons—carried by incredibly hot Chinese muscle boys—snaked through the crowd. They had arrived around half past midnight—American parties started much earlier than European ones-and the music was hard driving but edging towards fun and light. They met up with some of Lars friends from the City—Lars seemed to know everyone. Erik had done ecstacy dozens of times, starting in high school, but had never done it in a gay club. He was glad to have a little group of six to feel safe in. As the night progressed, he noticed more and more beautiful older men and women, all with really amazing animal tattoos. “It’s some big animal charity,” Lars’ friends explained, “The club’s owners are major funders.” “Who owns this place?” Hans wondered aloud, “It’s so big, it must be a corporation?” “Oh no, my friend,” Lars American friends said, “It’s a group of very wealthy city a-listers. They will be here tonight—this is celebration of some sort, although it’s not clear of what.” And so Hans danced, grateful for the safety of the circle but also keyed in to the men who passed him, and brushed his chest or his thigh, with eyes lingering. At one point, around 1:30, a dragon train approached them and stopped. Two of the Chinese muscle boys invited Erik and Lars in. Laughing, they danced with the hot Chinese muscle boys and took the bumps they offered. It was Erik’s first trail mix, and it made him so uninhibited he almost took off with the train of hot boys dancing under the Dragon before Lars grabbed him and pulled him out. Erik was having a blast. He wasn’t very good at flirting, but Lars was, and so he was often included by default. They danced deeper and deeper into the crowds until they were right near the DJ booth. Lars wanted to get closer, but his friends said not to—they’d see why—and so tjey stayed back. Erik was fascinated by the DJ—he was a big, dark, man, with a gorgeous tropical bird tattoo—and he was playing music with a strong fuck me beat but a joyful melody. Erik danced and danced, and things started to get hot and heavy with a couple who were a part of his cousin’s friends group. One was a tall lean but muscly Latino. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and tight, hard, slabs for abs. His arms were muscly, long wide biceps, his pecs big, meaty, and defined. he was muscular and solid, but also rangy and long limbed, and he had a handsome, square, slightly brutal face. His skin was a gorgeous warm coffee, and he definitely had a bit of African blood far back in his line, resulting in a wide nose above thick, sexy lips. Perfectly formed ears under a tightly shorn haircut, and he wore just a hint of a mustache. The way he manhandled his boyfriend—and Erik—said this man was all too. The Latino was dancing and grinding his big cock in Erick’s ass, whispering in Erik’s ear and complementing his gorgeous butt, “so big amd round for a white boy.” His boyfriend—a short, black haired, muscle fireplug, was grinding into Erik’s cock while Erik stroked the incredible muscles of his ass. He was stunning—his skin was olive and his eyes deepest brown. He had short black hair with a hint of a wave, and a fantastic body. Hard eight pack, perfect muscle pecs, veiny arms—all in perfect proportion for his small size—5’5”, maybe 5’6”. Erik was kinda in love. Erik’s cousin Lars came by, offering a little trail mix bump up to Erik and the other men, and then he was whispering in the tall Latino’s ear. He came around, and turned Erik sidewise and drew him out. “They want to invite you back to their place,” he said directly in Erik’s ear, “You interested?” Erik’s eyes got wide. “Maybe?” he said, “I’ve never done that.” “It’s okay,” Lars said, smiling, “They are good guys. I told them you weren’t very experienced. Also, they are hot as fuck. I’ve been trying to have a threesome with them all year.” And so Lar’s danced off as the hot couple returned to Erik, getting aggressive with hands in pants and hot kissing and stroking. And so Erik danced and enjoyed his first big gay make out session as the music pulsed. Finally, the little muscle bunny said, “You wanna come home with us, get fucked up, and fuck all night and part of tomorrow?” Erik looked, eyes, wide, “Sure, my cousin said I could trust you.” “We’ll go slow,” the little muscle boy said, “Now turn around, pretty Euro boy, let my Javier give you a booty bump, get you ready for his big Latin meat.” And so Erik felt the big Latin man draw him back, kissing on his neck. Just then, the music changed, and all of the various Dragon costumes and Chinese dragon teams converged on their position at the front of the stage. They danced their way in, gently sweeping people aside, until they were creating a large space. Then, just as the music hit an insane crescendo, a big sliding door directly under the DJ booth opened. The DJ played a light dance best with a flourish of brass—Erik was pretty sure they were trumpets—and a large group of gorgeous men clad in togas, with leather vests and gorgeous gold laurel wreaths and arm bands came pouring out. “it’s them!” the hot little fireplug said, “Our hosts!” And then Erik was distracted as the big Latino slid his hand down his pants and gently stuck his finger in Erik’s muscly boy butt. “Fuck,” Erik cried, “That burns.” Then moments later he melted back, leaning hard against the muscular Latin stud, “Oh, so hungry,”. The little firepluggiggled, and kissed him. “We’re gonna show you such a good time,” he said, “You fuck me while my Javier pounds your hot butt,”. Erik was speechless, grinding hard between these two men, who had somehow become a hundred times hotter in just a few seconds. He was lost, possedd by lust for the first time, freed by the elixir of Tina, ketamine, and Ecstacy that coursed through his veins. With his eyes half closed, he had no idea how hot his reddish blond and pink Nordic body looked sandwiched between the big, Latino, and his bright gorgeous, black-haired muscle boyfriend. But many others in the room saw. And two very important people saw. And wanted. Jerome and Jack emerged from the secret passageway into the joyful cacophony of Animal House in full party mode. Jack felt joy, pure joy, as he knew Timmy was now fully joined to them, and their long, supernaturally extended lives. And Jerome was happy because Jack was happy, and he was also happy that Dimitri, one of his closest friends was ecstatically happy. As he danced and celebrated, Jerome kept one of his dark muscular arms loosely around the waist of his boy Jack, as they slowly made the circuit. Jack always looked sensational, and the effect of his shaved head was to actually make him look hotter—his handsome usefulness face and perfect bone structure made him looked carved of stone and his muscles looked somehow bigger without the light dusting of fur that Jerome loved on his boy. Jack was a very very popular boy, an incredibly social animal, and Jerome was happy to be his arm candy as they roamed the room. But both men—tall Black stud Jerome and hot little muscle boy Jack—found themselves at a full stop, mouths open, cock aching with desire the minute they laid eyes on Erik. They didn’t speak, they just both went dead in their tracks and looked. Looked at the broad shoulders, the gorgeous arms, and those legs—those surprisingly powerful legs for a twunk. Jack wanted to kneel, and kiss the inside of those thighs before diving in to sample what looked like a very big piece of meat. Jerome, for his part, was immediately lost in a fantasy of those pink lips wrapped around his black meat, as his fingers used those delicious red curls to fuck the boys face. Erik felt it too. He flushed ten times hotter and opened his eyes. He saw—and felt—Jerome and Jacks desire, and he smiled. Jerome grinned back, and as the big Latino slid his big paws into the front of Erik’s pants—showing off the boy’s big meat—Erik groaned and stretched like a cat. And then he heard Jerome say, in his head for Jerome’s lips did not move-“Have fun, beautiful, we’ll find you one day.” And so Erik left Animal House. Pawing at the big Latino stud and his gorgeous boyfriend. He was mildly surprised when the big Maybach limousine pulled up. But he fell, laughing into the back set as Javier groped him. They took him to their Penthouse apartment—Erik’s eyes were wide with envy—and suddenly they were all inside, in the bedroom. Erik had never felt so horny. So possessed by need. He knelt, and began undressing the muscly white muscle boy. “you’re so fucking beautiful” he said, softly, as he removed the little studs jeans. The boy’s skin glowed, every muscle cut. Just then Erik felt Javier grab at him, Erik melted—his mind was gone, he was pure desire—and he opened his mouth as Javier thrust a smoking pipe in his mouth. “Breathe it in, pretty boy,” Javier announced. His head buzzing, Erik complied. He breathed as deep as he could. And then again. And then again. And Erik’s entire universe changed. Shifted. Dark places inside of himself unlocked. He melted into Javier’s strong arms. “Fuck me, please, daddy fuck me.” Javier made him stand, and he and his man—Scott, Scott was the muscle bunnies name, but Erik could hardly think, only feel, Scott—undressed Erik. Revealing his gorgeous twunk body, the wide shoulders, the hard flat stomach. Erik clutched at himself, embarrassed. “No,” Scott said softly, “Be proud. You have a beautiful body.” Erik smiled shly and let Scott touch him. Javier grabbed him, his fat cock rubbing at Erik’s hole. “Gonna give you another booty bump, make you so horny.” And there it was, the burn he’d felt before, only so sharp he hissed in pain. “That was a big one,” Javier said, parting Erik’s cheeks, “Gonna make you a crazy boy.” And then, as Scott knelt, taking Erik’s nine inches in one expert swallow, Javier eased his fat ten inches into Erik’s hole. Erik cried out, “So fucking big.” Javier grabbed him by the neck, “Let me have you, white boy, take my Latin meat.” Javier pushed and pushed, and when he got to Erik’s second hole Erik struggled. Javier commanded, “Scott, boy, give this little white slut some poppers.” And so, as Erik breathed in the potent chemicals again and again, Javier conquered his butt. The pain was at first intense, and then the dark music of the drugs—the potent ecstacy, the bump after bump of Trail mix, and now the big driving heartbeat of the Tina-took over. And for the first time, Erik felt the need to be used, to be taken, hard and deep. After about ten minute, Scott hopped up on the bed, on his back, legs in the air, his abs rippling alluring. “Come here, Erik,”. He said, “Fuck me while Javi fucks you.” And so Javier and Erik moved to the side of the bed—Javier refused to take his cock out of the Eruo boys clutching warmth and so Erik walked while getting pounded. Erik groaned as his cock sank into the warmth of the muscle studs hot butt. Soon, he was fucking like a crazy man. Each stroke in and out, fucking himself on the huge Latin cock while his own cock felt the incredible pleasure of a well-trained man pussy. Erik had only had anal sex a few times— he’d had to ask his cousin for advice on cleaning out—but if this was what it could be like, he was all in. Finally, he came in great geysers, shooting his jizz deep inside Scot’s silky hole. He collapsed, and Javier kept pounding. As Erik’s hole closed up a bit, post orgasm, it triggered the big Latino who shot and shot a burning hot load in Erik. The three young men lay in a tangle in Javier and Scott’s huge king bed. Erik made out with Javier, then Scott, then both at once. He was fascinated by Javier’s big body, and stroked his way down, until he gently took the man’s huge, wide, blunt-headed cock in his mouth. It was a pretty cock, perfectly uncut, a bit dark from his African mix. When he had trouble getting much of it in his mouth, Scott came down and showed him how to tuck his teeth, how to open his jaw, and how to use poppers to help. Soon, Erik was really into it. He wasn’t able to just swallow it all like Scott—but he began to enjoy abasing himseld trying to please the big cock. After about ten minutes he’d down a decent job—Javier was hard as rock—when Javier stopped him. “Gotta piss buddy.” He stood up and Erik was stunned to see Scott eagerly kneel and take his boyfriends cock in his mouth. Javier laughed, “You’ll learn, innocent one, it’s my boys job to take all the fluids—piss, spit, and cum—that come out of my big cock. He love it.” And so he grunted, then sighed, as his warm stream flowed into Scott’s mouth. Scott was an expert, guzzling and swallowing the hot piss. Javi ordered Erik into the bathroom to drink Scott’s piss bit Erik said no. Javi smiled and pulled out the pipe, and while he fed Erik cloud after cloud, Scott fetched a big dose of G. After Erik had downed the bitter drug, he began to relax. And about 20 minutes later he knelt, hands stroking his tits, as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of first Scott’s, then Javier ‘s hot, smelly piss. Javier wanted nothing more than to shoot Erik up, fill his veins with dark desire, but he dared not. He’d seen the way Jerome, Lord Cobra, one of the top leaders of the Coven he was so eager to join, looked at the little blonde twink as Javi had slipped the rock in his fat white butt. He’d known then, in a way he never had, that the rumors of dark sexual power that swirled around the Brotherhood were real. Jed felt the claim, the ownership, and knew he had to tread lightly where Erik was concerned. Javier had actually been surprised Erik came home with them at all. Javier had thought for a minute that Jerome wanted him right then. Javier put all thoughts of this out of his mind, as Erik and Scott took turns pleasuring his big blunt cock. The boy was high and compliant—it had turned Javi on to watch him swallow all that piss—and as long as Javi was getting the boy to do things he normally wouldn’t, Javier was a happy dom. And os he focused on how gorgeous his blonde slave and the hot red headed Euro looked on his big tool. The second time Javier took Erik’s ass, he laid the boy on his back. “Hold those legs up, hot little Euro slut,” Javier said, “I wanna see your face when I pound your hole.” Erik was flying, lost for the first time in the timeless space of true sexual heat. He was barely aware when Scott slicked up his masters huge cock with lube and then coated it wire a layer of finely crushed Tina. Scott appeared in his vision, slapping Erik hard, “Beg my man to burn your hole, take you and make you his.” Erik barely had a chance to process this, when Javier rammed his huge pole, burning with Tina, deep into his guts, blowing past his second ring. Erik screamed and screamed, as the huge cock deposited its burning load. But soon he was begging for the cock, his hole opening wide, as Javier pounded and pounded. Scott slipped first one finger, then two, then three, then four, inside the boys ass. But Javi stopped him before could slip his fist in. Instead, he took Scott fingers out of Erik’s ass and made first Scott then Erik lick the boys ass juices off. Javier almost came twice, but each time he slowed down, slapping Erik’s beautiful face and making him beg for his big load. Scott was busy whispering dark and evil things in Erik’s ear. And Erik, he opened his hole unquestionably for the fat Latin cock, feeling Javier drive deeper and deeper until he thought he’d take his very soul. Finally, crying out, Javier came, big burning ropes of sponge shooting deep inside Erik’s practically virgin quim. No sooner had Javi come, then Scott was begging to fuck the Nordic’s hot ass. After Javi granted permission, Scott sunk his beautiful fat eight inch tool—every part of Scott was gorgeous from the dimples in his cheeks to the even deeper dimples in his ass to the carved-from-stone lines of his perfect abs—Javier wished he was video taping the scene. Erik sighed as the big tool disappeared in his well-fucked hungry pussy and soon, Scott was pounding hard. He didn’t get to fuck much—he usually wasn’t much interested—but when he did, he fucked just as hard as he liked to be pounded. Scott didn’t last ten minutes, before ue blew a big load. The three young jocks rested on the bed. Javi was thinking life was good, with his own hot slave and choice Euro pussy like Erik. For his part, Erik was feeling, for the first time, the power of dark sex. The Tina had awakened something, a need for use and abuse. He’d never reflected much on sex—he knew he was attracted to hard, masculine bodies and big cocks, to pecs had abs and muscle asses. But he’d always assumed he would be in an equal relationship, flip fucking. But in that moment, on the bed, Erik realized he found the power dynamic at play in that bedroom super hot. He knew he’d never go for vanilla again. And so, he worked hard to get Javier hard again. He stuffed his throat and gagged, encouraging the big Latino to push his hard down and fuck his throat. Javier obliged, slapping Erik’s face, pinching his tits, and driving his cock deeper. Erik worked hard— Javi was impressed both at his efforts and by the force of newly awakened darkness. Soon, Erik was begging, “Please sir, I need you big cock. Fuck me so hard make me your bitch.” Javi grinned and said, “Somene’s let the Tina inside their heart.” He roughly tossed Erik on his back, grabbed a small rock, and pushed it into Erik hard. Erik cried out at the burning pain, but Javi held his arms down with his other powerful arm. Javier greased up his cock, and punched it into Erik’s hole to the root. Erik cried out, but just started begging again, “Give me that big cock, fuck me, fuck me like the slut I am.” Javier began deep fucking the boy, who was truly lost in pig heaven for the first time ever. He gave himself over to the rush of Tina in his blood, to the lust it triggered and amplified, to the feeling that this was his role. His true nature was to serve as a hole, a receptacle for seed, to have his hole stretched and abused. Javi alternated between slapping the boy and rough kissing him. Scott was off to the side, rock hard, frantically jacking at the hot fuck scene in front of him. Finally, after a good 20 minutes, Erik and Javier were a sweaty mess. Javier found the little Swedish pigs prostate and starting pounding it hard until he triggered a big hands free soft orgasm in Erik. As Erik’s hole throbbed with the orgasm it send Javier over the edge and he delivered his third load into the twunks fat ass as he boy Scott crumped a load onto the boys chest. Scott immediately started feeding Erik his own load mixed with Scott’s from his chest. And as a Javier finally withdrew, Scott ate out his boyfriends load from Erik’s ass as Erik cooed with pleasure. the final mouthful he took in his mouth and spat into Erik, who hungrily ate it up. They lay silent ,still breathing hard for several minutes. Until Erik’s said, “Well fuck, that was fun.” The three studs laughed and Scott grinned and kissed him tenderly, “Welcome to chemsex little pig.” Erik lay on their bed, with the two hot studs for several hours. It was the wee hours of the morning and he wanted to wait before returning to his cousins apartment. He still fizzed with desire, but his cock and hole were spent. Scott put on some porn—Erik noted it was all black and Latino men fucking younger white guys—and they lay in bed, sometimes making out, sometimes stroking each other. The two experienced men would have gladly given Erik another big booty bump and broken out their toy collection, but when Erik went into the bathroom for a piss, Javier stopped Scott from following him and told him about Jerome’s claim on Erik. Scott’s eyes grew wide, as he’d never quite believed the hype about the Brotherhood, but he knew Javier wasn’t one to make supernatural shit up. And so they lay, content to let Erik set the pace. Erik talked then, about how big the City seemed, in comparison to Europe, and how he’d enjoyed his first big gay club. As he lay there, that# when Erik realized he wanted to going to keep doing everything his parents expected. He didn’t then that the seeds for his wild Summer in Ibiza were sown. In that one wild night, his introduction to hot chemsex that his future was written.

And so the sharing of Dan begins… is the world ready for him and his capacity / need to get fucked and bred by everyone… or will Dan go back to using his now loaded weapon? As ever, thank you @mancoco for this scorching tale!

I don't know the exact number but I try to make it to a bathhouse two or three times a weeks, always take two to six loads each time. Since I've been hanging in San Antonio, TX, load numbers have increased, it's like 1980s SF there--lots of horny poz tops. I'm guessing 60+ loads.

18yo topping me a few months back

VERY NICE! I've done that at the mall with one load. Drive through with 4 and couple times. Someday (in another city) I want to do a true public cumwalk with LOTS of cum that is very visible.

First time I sucked off my friend and he came in my mouth (I won't mention our age...). I had sucked him off a few times before but I had never swallowed his load before. I was hooked. He emptied his balls in my mouth ever since.

Thought I would share the first time I ever did poppers, it was only my second or third time at a local bathhouse, and the first two times I had been drinking so I barely remembered it. This is from a few years ago. I had just turned 21. I am a twink type, white, slim, brown hair, blue eyes. I am also very short around 5'5. I was really nervous to be going to the bathhouse and got a room. I stayed in the room for over an hour until I worked up the courage to go out. Lots of eye contact as I walked up and down the halls, but I was still very nervous. I went to one of the public rooms; a couple of guys were fooling around, and I stood at the far end against a wall. One man who looked to be in his early 40s came up to me and stood next to me against the wall. He kept looking over, and so did I. He eventually turned to me and said, "Come to my room." I was horny from watching in the room, so I did. I walked in and he immediately started kissing me, taking off our towels. I started kissing back. He got me down on the bathhouse bed, lights dimmed, and we were making out. He asked me if I fuck bare and I panicked and mumbled something like, "I don't think so." He started kissing me more. He was on top when he pulled out some poppers. He put them to my nostril and told me to breathe. I did, not knowing what they were, and I have never felt anything so intense. He held them there for a few more breaths on each side, and then I was flying. I started sucking his dick. It was amazing. He pulled me back up and told me to turn around and started eating my ass and I was moaning like crazy. He then came back up and fed me more poppers from behind. He held them there extra long and I felt extra fucked up. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I felt on cloud 9. Next thing I knew, he was fucking me. I was ass up as he was fucking my hole and I was letting him. I didn't care if it was bare or not. He fucked me like that for a while, and suddenly I felt the bottle at my nostril again, except he was still fucking me from behind, so I remember wondering how. I took some more hits and a cock went into my mouth from whoever just gave me some. I started sucking this cock too, eventually seeing that he had opened the door and there were more guys in the room now. He ended up breeding my ass, and the guy in my mouth turned me around and started fucking me next. The first guy ended up being my daddy that night, letting these men use me — he did a few more times too — as he kept me pretty fucked up. It was one of the best nights I've ever had at a bathhouse.

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

Rick pulled down his shorts thew them to the side. I looked up at him his cock turgid but not erect but it was still huge. He saw me stare and jumped into the pool. He swam back towards me and popped up from under the water. "Hey kid", he said towering over me. "I hope you don't mind me taking off my shorts. I like to skinny dip in the summer. It's more freeing. You should try it." Rick said "Ohh I dont think so", i replied "Why not? No one is around and no one can see in the yard. You should try it. Its freeing and relaxing. Your stress will melt away." he said I got out of the pool peeled them off, placed them on the lounge chair and walked back to the water. "Come back in boy", he said his hand reaching out to me Rather than jump back in and make a big splash I walked over to the stairs and walked into the water. I could feel his eyes on me from me taking it off to the lounge chair and walking back in the water and it made my cock aroused. His eyes felt like they were ravishing me and admiring me. It felt good, i wasn't sure why. As I walked into the water slowly his eyes were on me. I started to feel self conscious and aroused at the same time. I swam near him. "How does it feel?", Rick asked I thought before I responded. "It feels good to be naked in here. It feels freeing. You were right. Freeing and liberating." I said smiling at him. For the rest of the time in the pool we swam, talked and even drank in the pool. He told me he used to be married but he ended up hooking up with men on the side, told her and got divorced. He also talked about his bf and that they broke up acouple of years ago and he has just been dating and hooking up with guys. I told him about Jane and I and we been together about a year now. "You gonna marry her?" Rick asked "Not sure", I replied "Why not?", Rick asked. "I don't know if she is the one. Also not sure I want to settle down. Maybe just play around and enjoy life, you know." , I replied "Then why stay with her? Just break up and enjoy life, right?", he asked "Yeah maybe", I said contemplating Rick suggested we get out of the pool and catch a tan on the lounge chairs. We both stepped out of the pool and walked over to the chairs. "Hey can you put sun screen again on me. I don't want to get burnt", Rick asked "Sure", I said willingly I applied the sunscreen on his back. I stopped at his waist and didnt know what to do. "Its okay to touch my butt. It doesnt bite. And would appreciate it so I dont get burnt.", Rick laughed and asked "Okay", I said I sprayed his ass and legs with sunscreen and rubbed it on. His ass was a bit saggy and notice some red spots on there. After I was done he offered the same. I hesitated as I was still naked. "Okay but let me put on my swimsuit", I replied "Why don't you want to be free and relaxed? And having no tan lines would be cool right", he said I agreed. He went to work first on my shoulders massaging it in. It felt good and relaxing. He actually massaged my shoulders for a couple of minutes. I began to relax and melt. He then went to my mid and lower back massaging. It felt good and he worked on some knots. "You have some knots in here. What you stressed out about. You are too young to be stressed", Rick said kneading me Then he went to my waist and started at the top of my butt. It felt good. I didn't realize I had tension there. Then he sprayed on my ass and thighs and legs. He worked my ass again with a massaging and squeezing motion. He slid his finger in my upper ass crack which made me tense up. "Relax, don't worry i'm not going to do anything you don't want", Rick said calmly and soothing. He went back to my ass cheeks and massaged them relaxing me again. He rubbed the inside of my cheek with the side of hand running thru my crack but not on my hole. It felt good for some reason. He did that several times and felt my cock getting hard. "Just trying to make sure you have full coverage on your cheeks. Don't want burnt buns", he laughed I laughed back. Then he started on my thighs. Massaging them and working them. Then he sprayed in the inside of my thigh and started to rub my inner thigh. It sent chills thru my balls and cock. It felt amazing. It was nerves I never knew i had. As he started working both thighs he would light graze my balls in the process. Now my cock was rock hard and I was trying to hide it. He kept massaging my inner thighs and stuck his finger on my inner thigh down to where it meets leg meets the groin and did that motion several times and use his fingernail on the way out light scraping or teasing my that area. I let out an unintentional moan and my cock throbbed. I started to leak precum. "Yeah just relax and enjoy it", Rick whispered in my ear.

Rick walked in. I tried to use the towel to cover me but I didn't have any full bath towels. It was more like a half towel. For some reason I had it more at my chest so it was barely covering my cock that was still hard and poking out. He looked at me trying to cover my cock which was still kind of hard. "Have a nice time with your gf", he said smiling "It was ok. Why do you ask", I replied "Looks like someone had a good time...or not", he smiled back with a feeding look. He was clearly checking out my body. "We fought so no not that good", I said. I couldn't believe i shared that with him. "Sorry about that. What you fight about", he asked. I could see his turgid cock poking thru his sheer shorts and looked. He clearly saw me looking. "That I was late and she wanted to hook up but i told her she couldn't come back here so she got mad.", i told him "Thank you for following the rules", he said smiling. I could see his cock growing hard. Again I tried not to stare. "I also forgot we were supposed to go out tomorrow but told her I had to clean the pool tomorrow." i shared "If you need to be somewhere else thats fine. We didnt say it had to be tomorrow. Its ok.", Rick told me "I know I just wanted to do it for you. I am thankful for you allowing me to stay for free and wanted to show my appreciation.", I said "And she was in a mood and didnt want to hang out with her. I just needed some space.", I continued He moved closer and put his hand on my shoulder. I could smell his scent again. "Thank you. I am glad you appreciate it. You are always free to have choice around here. Once in a while I will have strict rules but generally i believe in free choice. Ok?" he said squeezing my shoulders. "Yes thank you", I replied "Your shoulders are tight, turn around", he said He spun me around and started to rub my shoulders. It felt good. I was tight from packing and stuff and just stress. He kept massaging me and could feel something touch the small of my back. He stepped in closer massaging me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and suddenly feel his cock poking the small of my back. His scent was strong. I was starting to feel so relaxed and my head spinning a bit. "You ok", he asked "Yeah feels really good", I said moaning "Yeah your tight", he said while massaging harder. I was relaxed but could feel his now hard cock poking me. "Thank you that was great im good now", I said stepping foward and turning around. It was the first time I really looked at his face. He was handsome with his moustache. His face looked a little tired and like he has loss weight over time. We were no more than 18 inches apart. He squeezed my shoulders a couple times and the asked can he take a piss now. We both laughed and I said sure and moved past him. We both faced each other and I was trying to keep cover and my cock brushed up lightly against his leg. "Ohh sorry about that", I said blushing "Not a problem at all. We are both men and have our needs. Our cocks sometimes have a mind of their own", he said pulling out his cock to take a piss. It was huge and turgid. It looked at least 9 inches and thick. He pulled it out and started to stroke it and looked at me. He clearly wanted to show it off to me. I couldn't help but stare in awe of it. I heard him talk but couldn't hear as I was focused on looking at his mammoth meat. "Hello", Rick said "Oh yes sorry", I replied "See something you like", he said stroking his now hard cock "Uh no just never seen one that big", I said back defensively "Really you have a decent size meat. Show me", Rick said "Uhh I don't think that's right", i said softly "Cmon we are just guys. Show it to me now", he said in a nicely but sternly I dropped the towel and showed him my also now hard cock. I had a descent cock. It was just under 7 inches. (yes I measured) with average thickness. My gf always raved about my cock and couldn't get enough. "Hmmm that's a nice cock. Your gf like it?, he asked "Thanks. Yeah she does" I replied "I bet you make her crazy with that thing. Your a hot guy", he said still stroking his cock. My eyes watching "Yeah she does. She creams all over it and cums hard on it", I shared. Again not sure why as i was saying it out loud. "I bet. She just enjoys being fucked. Enjoys your cock in her making her cum over and over", he said rhythmically "Yeah", I said stroking my cock He started to pee out of his massive meat which snapped me out of it. "I better go its been a long day. Good night", I said. "Good night and pleasant dreams", he said.

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