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Have to admit that getting dry fucked by a big dick is an awesome feeling for me, although it is rare for me not to have a load in me but my hole has its natural moisture that can pull a cock in me. It usually happens when my partner pushes in his monster when he wakes up and dumps a load in me. the feeling of my sore hole full of cum after a dry fuck usually leads for a full day taking loads 🐷

I was glad for the weekend. I was going to meat JOEY at the bookstore, and was looking forward to it. I’d had no sex for a week and felt like I had to get some or die. I wheeled into the parking lot and noticed the large number of cars. A lot of horny dudes in there. But it was Friday, a Friday that would change my life forever. I entered the place and looked around for my friend. He wasn’t there yet, but I was early. So I thought I’d find someone to pass the time with. There were a number of possibilities. I saw this hot muscle stud. He was blonde, in his 30’s, wearing jeans and a T-shirt with CALIFORNIA printed across it. 5'9", about 160. A real hunk. But maybe a little out of my league. Five quarters later I left my first booth. I looked for CALIFORNIA, but he was no where in sight. I figured he’d left or he was doing some guy in a booth. But I did see my buddy, JOEY. He’d just come through the door. Joey and I met in this very place several months ago. We’d had sex a number of times, always in the very same booth, one kind of isolated from the others. We’d exchanged phone numbers. He called me when he was horny, or I called him. I guess you could say we were “compatible.” Joey’s married. Joey headed toward “our” booth, but it was occupied. We were about to search for an alternative, when out walked CALIFORNIA. We made eye contact for an instant, but Joey entered and I followed. We shut the door. I dropped my jeans and he unbuckled his. He took off his T-shirt and stood there nude and at my mercy. His swollen dick bobbed straight out from his pubes and dangled temptingly before my lips. He grasped his dick and milked a huge drop of precum from his piss slit Typical for Joey, it just oozed out of him and started to run down his shaft. I closed my lips around it, pulled back, and a long cord of jizz connected my lips to his dick. I licked his cockhead all over and let his thick pole glide down my throat. “You want my cum, baby? I got a big load for you tonight.” I had no doubt. He milked another load. This time he rubbed it all over my face. I had his precum on my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead, even in my hair. He bent down to kiss me and spat in my mouth. He pushed his dick down my throat. I gagged a little and rolled my tongue around the base of his shaft. He got to moaning and making little fukking motions. Made me think my mouth wasn’t the only hole he was interested in We’d forgot to lock the door, so I was caught in the act when in walked CALIFORNIA. Joey looked at CALIFORNIA and at me. The expression on my face must have told him I was up for a threesome, cause right in front of California he thrust his thick dick all the way down my throat. I gagged violently, and he and California kissed. I ran my hands along California’s calves and thighs. The outline of his swollen dick was obvious through his jeans. He pulled off his jeans and shirt and removed his briefs. He was built, and his dick was hard and slightly longer than Joey’s. He ran his tongue across my face, and licked off Joey’s precum, then went to his knees to milk my dick. California’s lips and mouth got shiny. He pried his tongue through Joey’s lips and passed the juices back to him. I wanted to get screwed in the worst possible way. These were two very hot guys with gobs of unshot cum. And all they’d done so far was suck and kiss. I manipulated California so that I had a good view of his butt.. My nose brushed his cheeks, and he pushed back against me so it was buried in his crack. My tongue darted in and out of his hole. It smelled of a delightful musky man odor. I ate and licked and sucked that nice tasty hole while Joey mouthed his dick. California spread his legs so both of us could get a clear shot at his privates. He moaned and urged us on. California went down on both of us. I was so close I wasn’t sure I could hold back any longer. He pushed me into Joey’s crack and went to work on his dick. Poor Joey was in ecstasy! From his moans and groans, I was sure he was going to shoot. We must have getting pretty loud with our slurping and sucking cause there was a knock at the door. Fearing a visit from the management, California cracked the door, then released it. In walked this black guy. As the dude entered, I caught a glimpse of a bunch of guys lined up against the wall. Apparently our moaning and groaning had aroused a lot of curiosity. California’s hands caressed the black guy’s crotch as he pulled off his T-shirt and jeans. He had a damn good body and a half hard dick . California sucked it till he got his juices flowing, then turned his attention to my ass and got into tonguing me big time. With California’s tongue up my butt, I was as hot as I’d ever been. I never wanted to be screwed so bad in my life. I whispered to California to put it in me. A slight smirk crossed his face as he nodded in agreement. His finger probed my hole which he replaced with his dick. He used no lube other than precum and felt like a telephone pole entering my ass. Joey and the black dude watched hypnotized. California would pull back till he was almost out of me, then plunge back in. Over and over again. It was a recipe for cumming. I felt like I was going to crap. Squishy sounds emanated from my butt as California’s precum lubed my guts. At last he pulled out, saying he was getting too close. The black guy replaced him, and his hard dick entered my hole. He was more forceful than California and began banging me hard. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel his dick rubbing my gland and felt like I was going to piss. The black guy yelled for me to take his cum. He rammed it all the way in and held it there. His pole jerked in my ass as his creamy man load spewed into my ass. It was awesome! He quickly pulled out, dressed quickly, and was gone. California pushed Joey toward my backside, and my sexmate entered me bareback. Despite our friendship, I’d let the black guy and California to do me first, so I suspected it was pay back time. I was right. He grabbed my waist and plowed me hard. Maybe vindictively, maybe just eagerly--but the result was definitely not gentle. No one that evening produced a condom or tried to use one. I was getting gangbanged bareback and was in sex heaven. “Shoot in his ass! Fill him up!” California urged Joey. “The bitch deserves it! And I’m gonna use your cum to make him feel real good when I shoot in him.” Was I loving this? I’d never barebacked before. What had I been missing? I wondered if any of these guys were poz. If so, too late. If AIDS was in the cards, then it might as well happen sooner than later. The only thing I really cared about was for these guys to shoot their jizz in me. Joey pounded me hard. His balls slapped my ass. He pumped so hard that my head struck the wall several times. California stood there coaching. “Use that hole. Breed the guy.” He and Joey deep-throated as he plowed my ass. Joey said he was close, and California pulled him off me telling him he’d better not cum yet. Then California entered me. And the pounding resumed. We’d forgotten about the door when the black dude left. It slowly opened, and this tall, long-haired, hippie type peered in. I don’t think either California or Joey saw him at first. He shut the door, removed his jeans, and presented himself to Joey. California, temporarily distracted by the hippie, came out of me, and Joey seized the opportunity to re-insert himself. He was really close and moaned, announcing to whomever was listening that he was about to cum. He thrust hard; and, for the first time, my friend deposited his load in me. California meanwhile, screwed the hippie. Joey, who was all sweated up, kept his dick in me until it went soft. He pulled out and began to dress. The hippie, being careful not to dislodge California, turned my body so he was facing my cummy ass. He ate my hole till his lips went shiny. We kissed. I smelled the musky odor of my butt on his face and tasted the jizz that moments before had been in my ass. He spit the cum, mixed with saliva, into my mouth. California pulled out of him and re-entered me. As he did so he unlatched the door and swung it open for everyone in the place could see. The guys who were leaning against the wall came to attention. Two guys came in. One found his way into the hippie’s ass, and the other chewed on California’s nips and well formed pecs. With the additional stimulation, California really got to moaning and plugged me hard. He whispered how much he wanted to BREED me, and I told him how much I wanted his SEED. The hippie, with a fresh load of cum in him, offered me his dick to suck on while I got plowed. The other guy, who’d been working California’s nips, jerked off at my side. California whispered, so none of the others could hear, “Here comes my poz load, bitch. Take my dirty seed up your cunt." He pushed hard against me. I felt him throb and quiver as his jizz shot into me. Another load hit my ear and cheek. It splattered on the stomach of the hippie who, in his the excitement, lost control and pissed down my throat. I swallowed again and again. After he emptied his bladder, he planted the biggest kiss on my lips. I passed a mouthful of piss back to him. I suspected he was the only one who’d overheard California’s words. The party was over. We were all spent, but I had yet to shoot and was hard as a rock. The door was wide open, but California and I just sat there naked staring at the wall. I wasn’t upset that he’d shot his poz jizz into me, just amazed that I’d taken my first poz load so soon. I asked if he was really from California. He said, yes. That ever since he’d been pozzed, he searched for new holes to breed. Said he a “Gift Giver,” that he’d never taken meds, and was soon to pay the price cause his virus was way out of control. He looked at me hard as I scanned his body for some sign of what he was talking about. He told me I could go the same route he had. “Once you start, you can never stop,” he cautioned. “It just gets easier and easier until you get a certain quota in your head, and you’ll do anything to meat it.” He gave me the most angelic smile, kissed me, and said he hoped he’d given me something to remember him by. We dressed and left the booth. I didn’t follow him out. Although I was tired, I was still hard and horny Unlike Joey and the others, I hadn’t cum. I entered another booth. The door to the next booth swung open. Through the glory hole I saw the light brighten, then dim, then go very, very dark. No quarters dropped. No video played. No dick popped through the aperture. Curious, I felt the opening and found myself probing a well lubed asshole--lubed with what I did not know nor care. What the hell, I thought. A chance for some real relief. I dug a couple of fingers into my wet stretched hole and scooped out a couple gobs of cum. I lubed my shaft and guided it into the anonymous mancunt. I was pretty sexed up, so I didn’t take long to shoot. I wondered how long it be before I became infectious. Probably too soon. Still there was the possibility that California’s poz jizz all over my dick might do the trick. I waited and dropped a quarter while my unseen buddy zipped up and got out of there as quickly as possible. I’d given him what he’d come for. Maybe more. Only then did I realize what a toll the evening had taken. I felt drained. As I drove home I mulled over the events of the night. Did I really want to turn out like California? A Giver? Or was I one already? I thought of the guy in the next booth--and of Joey. Turn about’s only fair play, I supposed. He’d screwed me, so I was entitled to screw him. I’d have to call him next week and arrange something. He was always so eager. He and his wife might end up the lucky ones. I could see to that.

Last night I went over to a FWBs place to hang out. I prepped just in case but was really just there to chill and catch up. We’ve fucked many times and just hung out many times before too. My FWB is about 5’ 9” 180lb not ripped but a solid built mixed guy with a 8” thick curved cock. We smoked some weed, had some drinks and pizza, played some video games and watched tv, just a regular night. I indulged a little too much with the drink and smoke so he said I could crash there for a bit, which I’ve done before and nothing’s happened. He goes to his room to sleep and I pass out on the lounge side of his couch. Around 3am I half wake up as I feel movement behind me. There’s a blanket on me now and my pants were taken off. I feel something rubbing against my ass as a pair of arms pull me tight against his chest. I give a soft moan as he starts rubbing my ass and pulling my underwear down. His cockhead nestles against my hole as he starts slowly trying to enter me. Out of instinct I start rocking and rolling my hips trying to accept more of his big dry cock. There’s some pain as the head finally pops in but my horniness wins and I keep wiggling trying to get more inside me. He pulls out then shoves in again and again till he’s about halfway in then he holds my hip and pushes the rest of his dry cock inside till he’s balls deep. I’m moaning and babbling from the pain and pleasure waking me up more as my buddy starts slow fucking me with long deep strokes. He said he woke up super horny and knew I was here and wouldn’t mind helping out a buddy. To which I respond with “yes” and start fucking myself on his cock till he rolls me on my stomach and goes full force fucking my still unlubed hole. After about 15 minutes of gritting me teeth and moaning from the pleasurable pain he slams in balls deep and shoots his load. We stay like that for a bit catching our breath till he rolls us on in a spooning position with his cock still buried inside me. We pass out for couple hours till my work alarm goes off. I thank him for his load before I leave, my hole puffy and throbbing from the rough dry breeding it got. Pretty good morning overall

PART TWO: LUCK FOR THE CURIOUS Of DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II For a moment, all Felix could hear was his own breathing, fast and excited. He bit his bottom lip as he felt the erotic burning sensation from the shard. With the few thoughts the high hadn’t yet obliterated, he wondered if he was still under his blankets; this was too hot and too perfect, it had to be a dream. Then, the door opened. The boys walked in. The Latin guy, Tiago, whose name was tattooed down his arm, was chewing gum slowly, blowing bubbles and flipping it around with his tongue. He had a huge grin on his face with eyes wide to match. He was the shorter and skinnier of the three, and Felix was no expert, but through the netted shorts, what looked to be about nine inches was close to coming out of the leg. The black guy, Dreddy, was shorter than Logan with a tougher build. A purple durag was on his head, and his black jean shorts were baggy and sagged in the back. It was harder to tell what he was packing, but the raw confidence radiating off him was enough to make Felix’s hole twitch in anticipation. "This where the party's at?" Tiago said, peering through the stall door. “Our boy’s gonna keep a look out,” Dreddy added, fully opening the stall door and then locking them inside. Felix was kneeling in front of them, gyrating his hips ever so slightly, continuously up and down. "Ain’t no party with just one fool, though," Felix pouted. Dreddy was quick to reply. "That’s why we’re here, but I don’t see no fool." He exchanged a smile with Tiago and added, "You know, but I do see a mouth that’s way too empty." Tiago playfully thrust his hip forward twice, and his erect cock swung heavily under his shorts. Felix thought to himself, Oh my god... That thing was probably only semi-hard. He felt his hole clench and flex, a hungry pulse. "Dreddy, I think you’re right," Tiago said, wasting no time as he pulled out his uncut cock, not as thick as Logan’s but noticeably longer. He gave it two fast, hard strokes, and it stiffened even more. Yes, much longer. Felix's mouth opened in surprise for a moment. "Did it just get…" His mouth was already watering in anticipation. Tiago nodded. "He’s excited to get to know you. Show my cock some love, papi." Felix took Tiago's cock in his hand and lifted it slightly, allowing himself access to Tiago’s low-hanging balls. He made sure there was a small pool of spit, which he cupped slightly on the top of his tongue, and then licked up the front of Tiago's balls to the base of his shaft, increasing his speed as he glided off the tip. He gently pulled the foreskin back, shot a look up at Tiago, as Felix started to rotate his tongue and lips at the tip first, slowly adding more and more of Tiago’s cock into his wet mouth. Felix looked up as both of the guys passed the pipe back and forth, lighting it for each other. Tiago clicked the torch for Dreddy's hit. "Our boy Logan tells us you're a little party bottom." Dreddy blew the smoke down at Felix. "A slutty party bottom.". He took another long hit that Tiago encouraged by keeping the flame heating the glass. "Damn, you ain’t fuckin’ playin’! Fuck, that feels good!" Tiago threw his head back, a guttural moan ripping from his throat. Dreddy watched for a moment, completely still. "Yo, what I tell you the other night. Latin twink bottoms just get it." Dreddy started to tug his shorts down. His huge cock was pressing against the fabric, like it was ready to spring out on its own. Felix stole a quick glance as Dreddy teased his reveal. I wanna be surprised, Felix thought, these cocks are mine. He spit on Tiago’s cock and continued to suck it, the slick, smacking sounds filling the small space. "Yeah, a booty-bumped, cock-hungry little bitch like you got our dicks staying wet, right?" "Yes, papi," Felix slowly shoved the cock to the back of his throat and held it there, summoning more saliva, letting it pool and drip down his chin. "Yes, take it." Tiago applied pressure to the back of Felix’s head, holding him in place. "Mhm…mhm, that’s it. Choke on that shit." Dreddy pulled more of his shorts down. "Get that deep throat and get that mouth runnin’. That spit better be drippin’ down my dick the whole time." Felix took his mouth off Tiago’s cock, a thick string of saliva trailing with him, still connecting them. Felix smiled breathlessly and then opened his mouth wide with his tongue out, the little pool of spit cupped at the center, an offering. "That’s the kind of attention we deserve." Dreddy said proudly, yanking his shorts down and grabbing his 10.5-inch dick by the shaft, holding it up. He placed his heavy balls on Felix’s tongue and controlled the same glide Felix had done before, but this time, after he passed the tip, he plunged his cock into Felix’s mouth. With urgent hunger, Felix went back and forth between the two cocks. Slow, slow, he had to remind his high brain. Sometimes he would get too eager, too hungry. He focused on exploring each cock, testing their reactions to not just deep throating, but focusing on the sensitive heads, blowing cool air on the wet skin, jerking them with a tight fist before swallowing them again. Felix’s mind was a complete, blissful blank. Except for the insatiable need for more cock, of course. He was completely consumed by the lust and the high. Booty-bumped and creaming, his hole was growing wetter by the second. Tiago and Dreddy continued taunting him with moans and sharp slaps on the cheek with their spit-dripping cocks, marking him as theirs. “Alright, time to put this pussy to work.” Dreddy’s announced, as he moved behind Felix. His hands were rough, gripping Felix’s hips and pulling them up. "Get that ass up now..." Felix forced his back into a deep arch that presented his hole like an offering. He shut his eyes, his entire body trembling. It was thrilling. “Fill my pussy up with that dick, papi,” he moaned, the words a desperate, filthy prayer. He could feel Dreddy stroking the fat, leaking head of his cock against his puckered hole, teasing, smearing his own precum around the entrance, making his hole twitch and clench. The wait was pure agony. “This little party faggot wants it bad boy!" Tiago's voice was hushed and excited. His cock was oozing precum, and he pressed the tip against Felix's lips, not pushing in, just letting him feel the heat and bitter taste of his juices. Then, Dreddy didn't wait. He pushed forward, and the thick head of his cock entered Felix’s tight hole in one brutal, unrelenting thrust. The burn was immediate and sharp, a searing heat that bloomed deep inside but after a few second Dreddy didn’t have to do much to force him open, stretching him wider than he thought possible. Felix tried to hold in the scream, but it was ripped from his throat, echoing off the tiled walls. The sound was instantly choked off as Tiago took that exact moment to shove his own dick deep into Felix's mouth, using the cry as an opportunity to bury himself deep. Tiago spit on Dreddy's dick and Dreddy added to it right before he plunged it in again. Felix was trapped, as shocks started to hit his body, or at least that's what it felt like to him. All he could do was drool on the uncut cock pushing deeper into his mouth. But it was Dreddy’s rhythm that truly undid him. He didn't just fuck; he possessed. Each stroke was a deep, grinding withdrawal that left Felix feeling achingly empty for a split second, followed by a powerful, hip-snapping thrust that slammed home, burying every inch to the hilt. The force of it punched the air from Felix’s lungs, making his entire body jolt forward. Dreddy’s grip on his hips was like iron, pulling him back to meet every punishing plunge, ensuring there was no escape from the overwhelming fullness. Felix could feel the thick, ridged vein on the underside of Dreddy’s cock dragging against the part of his hole the Tina rock had melted. The friction that sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine. He forced himself to relax his throat, to open up and take Dreddy's punishing strokes deep inside his guts while gagging on the sheer length of Tiago’s shaft as it began to fuck his face in earnest. As Dreddy established a devastating rhythm, pulling out halfway only to slam back in with long, powerful strokes that made Felix’s legs vibrate and threaten to give out, Tiago was in a different world as he milked the sensitive head of his cock on Felix’s tongue, swirling his hips. “Make sure you taste all that pre-cum,” Tiago grunted, his voice tight with pleasure. “Fucking parTy slut needs every drop, don’t you? Drink it up.” "Fuck, yeah, you like that?" Dreddy’s voice was a ragged pant behind him. "You like being stuffed with two big dicks, you little cock-hungry parTy whore?" His thrusts became harder, more erratic, his heavy balls slapping against Felix's taint with a wet, percussive beat that was the only rhythm Felix’s world had left. Felix managed to gasp for a sliver of air around Tiago's cock. “Yes, fuck… I fuckin’ love it…” He did love it, but the feeling was overwhelming and the sensation at this level was new. Was this how it felt to get fucked with a partied-up hole? It was almost too much for Felix to handle, his mind short-circuiting with every slam. Then, Logan’s voice cut through their haze from the doorway. “Park is gettin' a bit crowded, boys. We gotta move. Now.” The spell was shattered. Tiago and Dreddy both pulled out in a rough, sudden rush, leaving Felix suddenly, shockingly empty. He collapsed forward, gasping out a long, shuddering sigh that was equal parts relief and annoyance, he shuddered. “Easy now…” Dreddy laughed, giving Felix’s ass a sharp, possessive smack before helping him off his knees. Felix’s legs felt like jelly. “That was… woah…” Felix giggled, his voice a raw, hoarse thing as he leaned against the wall, fumbling with his shorts. Tiago was dressed in seconds and quickly walked out. Felix splashed cold water on his face, trying to come back to earth. Dreddy washed his hands beside him, and in the mirror, they caught eyes and shared a knowing, dirty laugh. As Felix pushed the door open to go outside, he quickly tossed on sunglasses from his pocket and pushed his hair back. He hadn't realized how much he had been sweating. He stopped suddenly and smiled. He wasn’t expecting all three of the guys to be waiting just outside the door. Logan stood in the middle, beaming. “What it must have been like in there…” he mused, shaking his head with a grin. Felix shrugged, a new, cocky confidence surging through him. “Well, it was just gettin’ started.” “So, then what’s good, lil’ papi?” Tiago asked, that grin returning to his face. Dreddy adjusted his dick in his shorts and looked around. “Yeah-yeah… soo…” Felix took in each of the guys, his body still humming with the aftershocks. “I mean, I live like two blocks away…” [END OF PART TWO] Next up, Part 3 in Volume II

Part One: Familiar Disasters They both remembered the last time they saw each other. Two years ago. Downtown. The station that always smelled like metal and rain. They’d spotted each other across the tracks. Juan on one side, Daniel on the other. Just long enough for their eyes to lock before the train shot away. They were left with echoes from their past, not all of it good, but most of it made of things they still craved. Two years was enough time to become different people. New jobs, new friends, new apartments. They’d each slept with other men, learned new ways to be cold, new ways to be kind. Time did what time does: it layered distance over memory. And yet, that moment at the station had been like hitting a reset button. Everything they’d buried came back, the heat, resentment, want. It made it easier, later, to tell themselves that the pull between them was just being human and horny, something you could outgrow. Until tonight. Daniel saw him before he was ready to see him. Juan was walking down the street toward him, framed in the yellow spill of the bar signs. He looked older, broader in the shoulders, a bit more tired around the eyes, but somehow even more dangerous for it. Daniel’s body clocked him before his brain did: the remembered heat of his skin, the way he’d move on top of him, the weight of him. The one Puerto Rican he’d ever dated, and the only one who’d ever really taken control from him in bed. Their eyes met over the blur of people between them. Daniel felt his breath hitch. Juan’s lips curved into a slow, surprised grin; Daniel felt his own answering it before he could stop himself. They closed the distance like magnets. “God, it’s been too long,” Juan said, voice low, right against Daniel’s ear as he pulled him into a hug. God, I want to taste him, he thought. Daniel inhaled a memory, sporty cologne and a faint trace of smoke. His body reacted to it as if it knew what to do. “I know, I know,” Daniel sighed, clinging a beat too long. “But here we are.” He forced himself to pull back. He forced himself not to stare too hard into Juan’s eyes. Don’t be an idiot, he thought. Don’t fall right back in. Juan hated small talk, but he could not let Daniel walk away this time. So they talked about work, apartments, aging parents. But it was all scaffolding around what was really happening. Juan noticed that their bodies kept drifting closer. Every topic they talked about was really them saying, “I don’t want this to end at the sidewalk.” We gotta stop making up excuses not to say goodbye, Juan told himself. So he admitted it, and then Daniel did too: they had been cruising for a hookup. Juan finally stopped mid-sentence and looked at Daniel slowly, in a way that was no longer subtle. His attraction to Daniel’s body, and the sense of ownership he still felt over it, brought on a smile. “Come with me,” he said, like it wasn’t a question. Daniel reached for Juan’s hand and threaded their fingers together, confident and familiar, and Daniel let himself be led. They slipped off the main drag, past the noise of the bars, into a narrow alley that smelled like bleach and a bad weekend. Daniel’s chest tightened with recognition. He knew this route. So did Juan. This was the back way—no signs—to the basement bar everyone just called The Ditch. If you knew, you knew. From the street it looked like nothing, just a half-hidden door at the bottom of a short flight of concrete steps. But Daniel remembered the first time Juan had brought him here, the way the air inside changed so fast; it was heavy, dark, thick, sweaty, humid. Down there, anything went. As they reached the top of the stairs, Juan’s thumb stroked the inside of Daniel’s wrist, slow and deliberate. “Nervous?” he asked, glancing back with that same crooked smile Daniel had never really gotten over. Daniel swallowed, feeling like he was fifteen again. “With you?” he shrugged. “Always.” They slipped inside, where the music was loud, the crowd dense, and the smell of weed mixed with sweat and poppers filled the air. They pushed their way through to the bar, had two shots of tequila each, and wandered deeper into The Ditch. Juan spotted a couple of guys he knew huddled in a far-off corner; they were passing a small glass pipe around. He looked at Daniel, whose eyes flashed with excitement, a look that made Juan think of doing nasty things. They took hit after hit from the pipe, each inhalation ending much too soon. Juan grinned widely at Daniel and pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands roaming up and down Daniel's body, faster and harder. He firmly pushed Daniel against the wall, and Daniel felt just how much Juan hadn't changed. He was still the dominant one, always in control. It excited him but also scared him a little. "We should go somewhere more private," Juan whispered in his ear, nibbling on it playfully. Daniel moaned, unable to do anything but nod his head in agreement. Juan slipped some cash to the guy with the pipe and then pocketed a small baggie of crystal meth. Juan led them to the second floor, where different sections had different activities going on. They found an empty room with a few mattresses on the floor. Juan locked the door behind them, pulling Daniel into another passionate kiss. He shivered and Juan smiled at that. Instead of saying what they both wanted to, they kept kissing. Daniel pulled at Juan's shirt, ripping it off, and his hands tugged the belt open on Juan's jeans. Daniel was so hungry to taste Juan's cock again. The memory of it was relentless. "You can't resist it, can you?" Juan smirked, looking down at Daniel, now on his knees. Daniel hungrily took him into his mouth. Juan was still just as thick as he remembered, and his scent made Daniel forget anything but serving the man in front of him. He slid his tongue along the shaft, letting spit drip whenever he could, coating it. Juan had taught Daniel how to do this. Looking down at Daniel on his cock made Juan feel powerful. The thought of another person worshiping him, wanting him, helped all the dark things he would and wanted to do to Daniel come back to him. Daniel was tossed onto the mattress, and then his pants were quickly pulled off. The meth made his thought process slower. Juan crawled on top of Daniel, his dark eyes smoldering with lust as he gazed down at him. Daniel was scared but aroused by the intensity of Juan's desire. "Remember how I used to take care of you?" Juan whispered, running his thick fingers through Daniel's messy hair, tangling the strands between his fingers. "Yeah," Daniel breathed out softly, his voice trembling with anticipation, "But that was a long time ago." "Well," Juan chuckled darkly, "Some things never change." He positioned himself and pushed his uncut cock into Daniel's eager hole. He grunted from how warm it was, how good it felt. The stretching seemed to go on and on, Daniel's body accommodating Juan's impressive girth inch by slow inch. Daniel yelped out in a mix of pleasure and pain, but was determined not to tell Juan to stop. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Juan's muscular lower back, urging him deeper inside. Once Juan was fully in, he paused, savoring the tight, pulsing warmth, taking hits from his pipe before pressing the glass tube to Daniel’s lips, making sure he took a hit as well. The crystal bolted through their bodies and they felt dizzy. Juan's style was unmistakable: forceful, rough, and utterly demanding. It was as if he was staking his claim on Daniel's body, taking complete ownership for his own pleasure. With every thrust, Juan asserted his dominance, leaving no doubt in Daniel's mind about who was in control. Daniel remembered begging for Juan to slow down in the past. He would feel pain, but mostly it was unfamiliar pleasure—he knew that now. Juan would never listen to him; he took what was his. The familiarity of it all didn't diminish his desire or willingness to submit entirely to Juan's desires; instead, it fueled Daniel's darkest cravings, bringing them to the surface with aching intensity. Juan went to that animal place he could go to when he fucked. It was as if there was nothing but what he wanted, and nothing mattered anyway. He loved the rhythm their skin slapping together was making. He stared down at Juan, who whined with pleasure. Daniel was so small compared to him. I could destroy him, Juan thought. He watched his hands gripping Daniel's hips, fingers digging in as he slammed into him, harder and faster with each passing moment. Juan felt Daniel's muscles squeezing around his cock as it slid in and out. This was new; Daniel had never done this before. "You're squeezing my cock? Don't want me to pull it out, huh?" Juan taunted. Daniel shook his head, "No, I don't want you to pull it out." Juan slowed down to long strokes, pulling his dick up to the tip and slamming it back in. "Ah! Oh yes. Get deep!" Daniel yelled. "Look at you," Juan brought his face down to Daniel's, "You've turned into a little slut…" Daniel got nervous; had he gone too far with wanting it? He stammered, "I– … I –...Juan…" Juan cut him off, mocking him, "Don't explain yourself. You've turned into a slut for anyone's cock." Slowly, he put his hand on the back of Daniel's neck, using his thumb to push his jaw down to open his mouth. Then he spit in it. Daniel swallowed it hungrily. "I just need to remind you how this fucking runs. I need to remind you that the only dick you're hungry for is mine." Juan gritted his teeth and started railing Daniel. Crying out, he managed, "Yes, show me. Please, I only want you." "How could you live without this?" Juan grunted, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. He knew how good he felt inside Daniel, and he would take advantage of that knowledge to push them both higher. "I can't… I don't…." Daniel whimpered, his voice a hoarse, rasping moan, "You feel amazing." Daniel's fingers clawed at Juan's slick, muscular back, desperate for a hold on the man who was giving him such intense pleasure, which in turn caused his erection to become even more engorged. With a rumbling growl, Juan began to thrust in earnest, savagely pounding into Daniel - each stroke deliberate, sharp, and powerful. He reached around and grabbed Daniel's thigh, yanking it higher to open him up, to take him completely. Daniel gasped as Juan's thick cock struck that deep, secret place inside him, sending electrifying pleasure coursing through his body. Their moans and breaths were desperate, the sounds of their wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, creating an erotic beat that pulsed through the air. Daniel's gagging moans fueled Juan's relentless rhythm, and sweat poured down their straining bodies as their movements grew more feverish. Juan's thrusts grew more urgent, erratic, and forceful as he neared his climax, the meth fogging his mind and prolonging the exquisite agony of his heightened pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, the urge to spill his seed now an overwhelming, pulsing force that threatened to consume him entirely. Daniel could feel Juan swelling inside him, his cock throbbing with the need for release. "Cum on my face," Daniel gasped, "Please…" With a guttural roar, Juan pulled out and grabbed Daniel's hair, forcing his face upward as hot jets of his seed erupted and splashed across Daniel's flushed cheeks. Some of the cum dripped along his skin and into his mouth, only intensifying Daniel's own climax as his erection pulsed and shuddered through its release. They collapsed onto the mattress, trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their explosive encounter. Their bodies were spent, their minds reeling, and their souls bearing the indelible marks of their all-consuming passion. Despite the intense pleasure they'd just experienced, a hollowness now lingered in the air, an echo of regret that whispered in the shadows. They knew their actions had consequences and that this momentary escape would come at a cost. As they dressed and walked out of the room, they avoided each other's gaze, hoping that even the darkest corners of their minds would stop trying to find ways for them to see each other again. But deep down, they both knew that they were already too far gone, too damaged, and too aware of what else was out there, waiting for them in the shadows. Juan walked with Daniel until they were out of the alley. Juan turned to Daniel, "I'm always gonna want you," he began, "just admit that you're always gonna want me." He finished before disappearing into the night. Daniel stood there for a moment, staring after him. He lit another cigarette, exhaling a long stream of smoke as he walked towards his car. "This was so stupid," he said as he put his head on the door of his car. The party, the drugs, and the sex had filled the time and helped it pass by. But doing it together helped make sense of the cycle they couldn’t escape. They were already too damaged and too aware of what else was out there. Was it so bad? [END OF PART ONE]

Last weekend I was out of town, went to a nearby-ish location where I've been many times to just unwind for a couple days, and you know... Usual stuff, enjoying the surrounding areas, bars, and I usually end my getaway going to a good old bathhouse I know there. I think I've posted about it before, it's a place targeted mainly to mature (+45 and older) men, and well... Usually when I go there I take a whole afternoon to enjoy the place, maybe some beers, maybe some cocks, some holes... Whatever the day brings. Most times you can see mostly workers, as there are some construction sizes nearby. I've sucked and swallowed loads from many industrial men there, I've even swallowed a couple piss loads in the past, I also started receiving loads deep in my guts months ago as well, and fuck! The kind of men you may find there are one of the main reasons I always go back everytime I'm in the area... This time I went a bit later than usual, and to my surprise it was somewhat packed... Saw a couple men I definitely wanted to do smth with as soon as I changed into a towel... Got a room, and went walking around to hunt something... Then, there was this dude... 20something, maybe 23? 25? kind of... Face too cute, and a bit too young for what I usually find there... You could tell he pumps some iron, had a decent cock as well, and fuck... Why not? Took him to my bedroom, and started deeply tongue kissing, he then started licking my armpits and FUCK! I knew that was a good catch... Sucked his nipples till making him moan like a dog in heat... Licked his pits as well, and he definitely loved it! Fuck! Good to find out a young dude with hairy armpits, he had the right amount of hair and the right amount of sweat, took my time to lick him clean while also pinching his nipples or grabbing his cock, and then I got on my knees and started deepthroating him. Good size, not too thick, but had a delicious mushroom head I enjoyed sucking, licking, kissing, and deepthroating. His balls were massive and completely shaven so fuuuck... Licked and sucked those as if my life depended on it... That dude was oozing gallons of precum. Hehehe he even asked me where I learned to suck it that way. When he was about to cum he stopped and started sucking my cock. I forced mine straight to the back of his throat... Hearing him gagging and trying to breathe was so fucking perfect. I ordered him to lick my balls, and fuck! I enjoyed spitting on his face while he was doing it, and slapping him as hard as possible... He was delighted as he thanked me every time I slapped him. Even made him kiss my feet, and you could easily tell that dude has a kind of submissive side, as he asked me to put one of my feet on his back while he was kissing the other one... He stopped for a sec and asked me if I had an issue with him smoking a bit of weed, I said no, and he took out of a tiny handbag he had on a little. little pipe, lighted it and took a couple puffs, I took a couple from that pipe as well, and then he asked me if he could rim me... Hadn't been rimmed in a long time, so, yes! FUCK! That dude rimmed me like a true professional... His tongue was flat at first, and then with the tip of his tongue he did like circles around my hole before tongue-fucking me... I was in a cloud. That dude took turns between rimming me and smoking his pipe... He was indeed getting high, something that doesn't bother me though, I couldn't ask for something better... Till he started rubbing his cock against my bare hole... He told me he had poppers in case I needed it, and he didn't have to ask me twice. He tried to put a condom on but I told him that if he was going to fuck me, he had to either breed me or feed me his cum... Same if I was going to fuck him. He agreed, so, I assumed the position, and once he put his cock in my hole, huffed from that fucking bottle as hard as I could and FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! That dude felt amazing deep in my guts. Hadn't been popperfucked in a while and that felt like if it was the very first time... He was enjoying it as fuck as well as he loved to take it all out and shove it back in all at once... Feeling how his balls hit mine was tremendous. My ass was already in sweet, delicious pain when he said he wanted to cum... Told him not a problem... He started pounding me really hard, and when he started cumming, HE PULLED OUT! Fuck! I made him go back in, fortunately I could get some of his cum inside, then I made him get on his knees and cummed on his face. When we were recovering I asked him why did he pull out at first, he said "he had a bit of a panic attack" when cumming because "you know man... you may catch something..." I chuckled and couldn't help but thinking how you may rim, kiss, suck, fuck, lick another man, let him slap you, let him spit on your face, actually swallowing his spit, getting high in front of him before fucking him... but somehow you draw the line as actually breeding the guy even when you're fucking him raw! ... Anyway, exchanged numbers, went to the showers to clean myself up a bit, and went back up to my bedroom to take some rest before hunting another one... Sucked a couple more, swallowed one, the other one cummed on my chest but I tasted his cum anyway, and then when I was finally leaving I saw my first dude kissing another man down one of the hallways... Pretty sure he stayed there for a while that night. Not sure if texting him, but I'd like him to fuck me some more. Opinions? Comments?

Whatever, man. So sorry I don’t have the time or the disposition for this “very” interesting debate that is apparently so important to you. Just don’t be preachy OK? We are all tired of people with this attitude whether you see it or choose not to. Have a great one

This morning. my awesome FB. He leaves me feeling like a rag doll. He's this mass of muscle and He alternates between kissing my back and shoulders while He fucks, lying on top of me, and mostly pounding hard. i feel so amazing after. He really likes how i squeeze His cock when He's inside me, so i do that a lot and milk Him that way. When i suck Him, i rub His cock tip on my face and get His pre cum all over. Today i told Him i do that to get His scent on me, so every time i breath for hours after He is gone, i still can smell Him on me. He seemed to like that.

I have re-read my comment and can not see the tone as either judgemental or preachy! Its you who is being subjective and judgemental when you said: In response, I would merely point out to you, that: 'People in glasshouses shouldn't throw stones!'

Why stop when you are 60? There are plenty of guys out there happy to load up a 60 yr old. Keep going!

Chapter 2 – Used, but Not Abused Chapter 1 describes a night when I was abducted from the home of my new buddy, Zak. Zak knew about my fantasy, and it seems that he was making it come true. I’m wearing a blindfold (about the only thing I’m wearing), and I’ve been taken to a warehouse, put in a sling, fed some clouds, and given what seems to be a good-sized booty bump. My ass has been filled with a toy, but now a guy has his fist in me and is having me do some poppers. I took one deep inhale and let it out. I held the second one in for as long as possible to let the potent fumes take hold of my brain. As they hit, I felt the guy begin to move deeper into my ass. This guy knew how to treat an ass! He was slowly crawling further into me, taking his time as he felt his way through my ass. He’d go a little deeper, pull back, then slide more of his hand into me. All the time, he was flexing his hand and fingers, probing my walls and providing excellent sensations inside me. Of course, the poppers heightened the feelings, and I was grunting and moaning. I understood that my ass was about to be treated to a wonderful experience, and I was more than ready to do whatever they wanted. He did a great job working over my ass. He didn’t go too deep, but really concentrated his efforts on opening me up. His hand spent a lot of time at that point, right before it slipped in all the way, twisting and flexing to ensure that my ass was ready for whatever came next. He took his time, rubbing up against the walls of my ass and giving my prostate some focus. Even with my cock in the cage, it dripped out some precum, which slid down and mixed with the lube. “Give me a bigger one,” he growled at someone. He kept fisting me while the new toy was being lubed up. He slowly withdrew his hand, and then the toy was placed at my hole. He pushed it in, and my greedy ass swallowed it with ease. “Damn, that ass is hungry!” I moaned my agreement, and the guy started to really work me over with the new toy. He was pushing, twisting, flexing, and pumping it in and out of my ass. Several times, he pulled it all the way out before sinking it back in, giving me that wonderful feeling that comes when my ass is first penetrated. He slowed down eventually, then told me to hold the dildo in place so that it was ready for the next guy. I reached down to grab it, but he wanted me to hold it in with just my ass. Since everything was well lubed and the toy was long and a consistent thickness, I needed to use gravity to assist in holding it in, so I levered my ass higher in the air, keeping the dildo firmly seated. The first guy must have moved away from the sling, and another guy took his place. He grabbed my legs and pushed me to lie back in the sling. He quickly pulled out the dildo and probed around my hole with his fingers. “Fucking hot hole!” Man, I love it when a guy appreciates my ass like that. I pulsed my hole to open and close it, eliciting a growl of approval from the new guy. “Poppers." I took the hose, put the plugs in my nose, and inhaled deeply. The fumes filled my brain and made me even more of an ass pig than normal. Once he knew they had penetrated my brain, he shoved his hand in my ass. He was going deep. I felt him slide quickly through my entrance, and then he began his descent into my deepest areas. With the poppers and the T flowing through my body, I was totally focused on my ass, and it opened nicely for him. He was soon at that bend that marks the entrance to my colon. His fingers probed around a bit, both to find the path and tease it open. When he knew the way, and it was opened for him, he slid his fingers through and was into my colon. Fuck, this is amazing! I decided on my own to do some poppers, which made the other guys laugh. They were excited to have found a bottom who could match their top energies. Of course, if the tables were turned, today or another day, I’d be happy to top any of them, too. The poppers sent me to another place. All I was aware of was what was going on in my ass. He was expertly massaging my innermost walls, understanding that the slightest move on his part translates to seismic waves in my ass. He played lightly, occasionally moving back and forth, but mostly just feeling around and flexing his hand. Feeling the muscles of his arm expand and contract as he flexed in my ass was exhilarating, and I was one happy bottom. He asked one of the other guys to give him a plug for my ass. While they were prepping it, he slowly removed his hand. He took his time on the pullout, ensuring that he hit all the right spots on the way. When his hand was out, he shoved in a large butt plug to keep my ass open. “We need to smoke more.”

Please be gentle - I am not a native English-speaker. This is my first time posting a story. It is fiction, but very close to what I experienced myself today.... The morning meeting had been a drag, a blur of spreadsheets and forced smiles in a sterile conference room an hour from home. You were driving back, the highway a monotonous ribbon of gray, your mind already on the afternoon you'd have to spend catching up on work. Then you saw it. The green sign for the rest area. A place you knew from online forums, a spot whispered about in certain circles. The thought was a spark in the dry tinder of your boredom. It was just after noon. Guys on their lunch breaks. The chance was too good to pass up. You signaled, pulling off the highway and onto the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. You sat in your car for a moment, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You needed courage. You pulled the small brown bottle from your pocket, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your nostril. One deep, long hit. The chemical rush flooded your head, a warm wave washing away your anxiety and replacing it with a gnawing, confident lust. Now you were ready. You left your car and walked into the trees, your boots sinking softly into the damp ground. In a small clearing, four guys were standing around, a silent, tense circle of unspoken need. Nobody was touching, nobody was talking. It was a standoff. And then you saw him. He looked like an apprentice, maybe in a trade, with the confident, slightly bored swagger of a young man who knows he's good-looking. He had Mediterranean features—dark, slicked-back hair, deep brown eyes, and an undeniable bulge straining against his work jeans. He was the focal point, the reason for the gathering tension. You walked past them, your path bringing you within arm's reach of him. As you passed, you reached out, your hand confidently cupping his balls through his jeans, giving them a firm, knowing squeeze. He didn't flinch. He just turned his head, and your eyes met. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. The invitation was accepted. Just then, an older, paunchy man, the kind who spent his lunches chasing a fantasy he could no longer catch, broke the stalemate. He gave a pleading look to the group and then scurried into a smaller, adjacent clearing. The apprentice followed him, his walk a confident stalk. The older guy didn't waste a second. He dropped his pants, exposing his pale, flaccid ass, and bent over, bracing himself against a tree. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "Please." The apprentice unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as you'd imagined: thick, hard, and cut, the head a perfect, angry-looking dome, framed by a thick, neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. There was no condom in sight, no mention of one. I would have offered one, but I was not planning for a lunch fuck and did not even bring one. He spat on his hand, lubed himself, and pressed it against the man's hole. He pushed, but the older guy cried out, his body tensing up. "It's too big! You're too big!" he whined. The apprentice grunted in frustration, shoving him aside. "Useless," he muttered, his cock still jutting out, hard and unsatisfied. You saw your chance. While he was dealing with the failed bottom, you stepped up to the older man, who was now looking lost and rejected. You knelt down and took his limp cock in your mouth, trying to coax some life into it. It was a distraction, a means to an end. The apprentice watched you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the older man's failure, and he saw your willingness. You were usually a bottom, but the energy in the air, the raw, primal need, made you feel bold. You stood up, your own cock now hard and demanding. "Let me try," you said, nodding towards the older man's ass. He shrugged, a gesture of permission. You stepped behind the older guy. Your cock was different. It was pierced with a heavy, 10mm tribal dream ring, a piece of metal that always got a reaction. You pressed the cool metal of your PA against his hole. It slipped in easily, a smooth, foreign object. But the moment the ring was inside, the older guy's ass clamped down like a vise. You couldn't get your swollen cock head in to follow. He was too tight, too panicked by the unfamiliar sensation. Frustrated, you pulled back. You looked at the apprentice, his magnificent cock still hard and glistening. "Want to fuck me instead?" you asked, your voice low and direct. His smile returned, wider this time. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low growl. You didn't need to be told twice. You turned around right there in the open space, not bothering with a tree for support. You let your pants fall to your ankles. The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. You pulled your Poppers back out and took another deep hit, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze. Before you could even cap the bottle, you felt him behind you. He didn't wait. He didn't prep. He just grabbed your hips, his grip like iron, steadying you as he slammed his raw, thick cock into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn was immediate, but the Poppers turned it into pleasure. He started fucking you with an aggressive, short-stroked rhythm, a man on a mission. There was no finesse, only force. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, your PA swinging wildly with the impact. You were just a hole for him to use, and the thought of it made you dizzy with lust. It wasn't a prolonged fuck; it was a lightning strike. He was clearly just looking for a quick release. After maybe twenty, thirty seconds of relentless pounding, his grip on your hips tightened painfully. "I'm cumming," he grunted, the words strained and urgent. "Shoot it all inside me!" you gasped, pushing back against him, wanting to absorb every drop. "Give me everything!" He let out a deep, guttural groan, and you felt it—the hot, powerful, pulsing warmth as he emptied himself inside you. He held himself deep, his body shuddering as he drained himself into your guts. He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, then pulled out as abruptly as he'd entered. A sudden coldness hit your exposed, wet hole. You both quickly rearranged your clothes, the silence of the woods pressing in around you. You turned to face him. He was already zipping up his jeans, his face unreadable. He looked you straight in the eye. "You are healthy???" he asked, his voice casual, but the three question marks hung in the air, turning it into an accusation, a challenge. "Yes," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It was the truth. You were healthy. For now. He watched your face as you said it, a flicker of something in his dark eyes. Was it satisfaction? Triumph? Or was it just the simple relief of a guy who'd gotten what he wanted and was now covering his own bases? He gave a slow, knowing smile. "Good," he said. He didn't offer any information about himself. He didn't say "I'm clean too." He just nodded, as if you had passed a test, and then turned and walked away, disappearing back towards the parking lot without a backward glance. You stood there for a moment, your body trembling, his cum already starting to leak out of you and down your thigh. The drive back to work was a blur. The encounter played on a loop in your mind: the confidence in his eyes, the brutal force of his fucking, the heat of his load, and that one, pointed question. And a new, terrifying thought kept surfacing: Did those thirty seconds change my life? Now you're back home, the day finally over. You're lying naked on your bed, your hand stroking your hard cock. The memory is so vivid, so powerful. But it's the question that's consuming you. You are healthy??? Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And then a new, terrifying thought takes root, blossoming in your mind, dark and beautiful. What if he gets off on this? What if the question wasn't about safety; it was about eligibility. He wasn't asking if you were a safe place to fuck. He was asking if you were a worthy target. He wanted to know if you were negative, if your "yes" meant anything. Maybe he's a collector. Maybe he gets a thrill from pozzing neg guys, from turning another man, from adding another notch to his belt. Your honest answer, your "Yes," wasn't a reassurance for him. It was the green light. It was confirmation that you were a prize worth claiming. But then the other possibility, the logical one, pushes back. Maybe he was just a regular guy, a player who loved to fuck raw but was terrified of the consequences. Maybe he asked because he genuinely needed to know for his own peace of mind, a hypocritical but human act of self-preservation. Maybe his smile was just the cocky smirk of a young man who'd gotten away with exactly what he wanted. You can see it now so clearly. He wasn't just fucking you. He was converting you. Every powerful thrust was a hammer blow, forging a new reality. The heat of his load wasn't just cum; it was an inoculation. A gift. A curse. You were just another victim, another story he could tell himself. You moan, stroking your cock faster. The thought is so repulsive, so dangerous, and so unbelievably hot. You reach back and press two fingers into your still-slick hole. You pull them out, coated in his essence. You bring them to your lips, and this time, you don't just taste. You lick. You suck them clean, imagining the millions of potential viruses swarming in your mouth, in your blood. You're so close. You're right on the edge. You close your eyes and you can feel him inside you again, but now it's different. It's not just a memory. It's a transformation. Was that just an anonymous fuck on a Tuesday afternoon? Or was it the moment you were chosen? The moment you were changed? You'll never know for sure. You'll never see him again. You'll have to live with the uncertainty, with the three-month wait, with the gnawing, exhilarating possibility. And as your own cum explodes across your chest, hot and thick, you realize that this uncertainty is the ultimate prize. He didn't just fuck your ass—he fucked your brain. He gave you a gift that will last forever: the endless, thrilling question of what he really left behind.

Part 10 When lockdown happened, I had not long taken on a job which required me to be in Scotland for part of the time and in London for the rest of the time. When lockdown was introduced, I was in Scotland and it was agreed that I would stay and work from there. I was staying with a friend of a friend just outside Glasgow and, although I did not like the job, the living arrangement worked out fine. As the weeks and months of lockdown wore on, I was getting quite horny. I really missed sex - I especially missed that feeling of pushing my bare cock up a nice tight arse. I realised from online chats that a lot of guys were getting very frustrated - especially some of the guys I chatted with who lived with wives and girlfriends - and I had made plans to meet up with a couple of them when restrictions were eased Having said that, my first sex in lockdown was not with one of the straight guys. When the restrictions were first eased in the September of that year, I arranged to meet up with one of my friends, Alan. Alan has been with his partner for many years, but he and I have been fucking each other since the mid 90s ,when we discovered during a threesome with a young blond guy that we both enjoyed sex without condoms. It was good to see Alan, and we both enjoyed catching up. After we had some lunch, I was tidying up and Alan was standing by the back door in the kitchen. We debated what to do next and I suggested we could sit out in the garden. Alan agreed we could do that and then he said "Or you could come over here and suck my cock!" I turned round - Alan's trousers and pants were down at his knees and he was holding his hard cock. He started wanking it and a few seconds later his cock was in my mouth and he sighed and gently took hold of my head as I began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he turned round and bent forward, pushing his arse into my face. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Alan has always loved having his arse licked and this time was no exception. I could see he was really turned on and when I stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his wet arsehole, he didn't resist. I pushed the head of my cock into his arse and he leaned forward. A short time later, I was up his arse. It felt so good after so long without any kind of sex and I enoyed every minute of the fuck. I fucked him right there in the kitchen as he leaned against the kitchen units with his arse pushed out. I knew I wouldn't last very much longer and a few minutes later I was squirting my load right up Alan's arse. He was close too and when I pulled out he turned round and I took his cock into my mouth, being rewarded with a big load of cum almost immediately. I had really enjoyed the fuck and was now feeling quite relaxed. A short time later, Alan went back to his husband, my load still deep in his arse. About a week later, I was messaged by one of the guys I had been speaking to online. We had first chatted just before lockdown and were just arranging a time to meet up when the pandemic struck. He had told me his name was Colin and he was bisexual and lived with his girlfriend, but every now and then he enjoyed doing it with another guy. He had said he wanted to fuck me and didn't really want to use a condom. A few days after I fucked Alan, I was messaged by Colin, who asked me if I was still up for meeting. I was definitely up for it - Colin had sent me some picutres when we had chatted before - he was a ginger guy - one of my major turn ons - with short hair and a neat little goatee. He had also sent me pictures of his big, thick cock and he re-sent the cock pictures this time. He was free on the Saturday afternoon and, as it happened, my house mate was working so we arranged to meet up. I was really horny to be fucked and I had a little play with myself in the shower as I was getting ready. Colin arrived on time and when I opened the door I got a bit of a shock. He looked completely different to what he had in the pictures he had sent me a few months before. He had obviously grown his hair, moustache and beard during lockdown and now had a shaggy main of hair and a much longer, thicker beard. I'm not normally into facial hair but something about him really turned me on and we were kissing and feeling each other up the moment he came in the foor. I got his cock out and sucked him in the hallway for a while and then we moved upstairs. I could tell he was as horny as I was and soon our clothes were all over the room and we were both naked. His cock was even bigger than it had looked in the pictures and soon it was in my mouth. He groaned as I licked his balls and then took his cock into my mouth again. I sucked him for a while longer and then I motioned to him to turn round. You never know whether a straight or bi guy is going to be comfortable having his arse licked, but to my delight he turned round and knelt on the bed, presenting his arse to me. He had a lovely, hairy arse and I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up his equally hairy hole. I rimmed him for a while and then he said he needed to fuck me. As we had previously agreed, he pushed his big thick cock right up me without a condom and then he began to fuck me. I hadn't taken a cock up my arse for more than six months and he was pretty big so it hurt a little at first, but soon I was enjoying every miinute of the fuck and I could tell that he was too. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had experienced in a long time. After a while he asked me to move onto my back and soon my legs were in the air as Colin fucked me and he leaned forward and kissed me really hard as he fucked me. I think he was probably the hairiest guy I had ever been with and I really enjoyed the sensation of being kissed by him. I think also the fact that he was so into it made me enjoy the pounding he was giving me even more and after a while his breathing got heavier and he told me he was going to cum. I told him to go for it and a short time later he was pumping his load right up my arse. When he had finished and pulled out of me, he laid back on the bed, out of breath. Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I felt his hand on my cock and he began to wank me. "Do you fuck?" he asked "Yes!" I said and he grinned at me. "Go for it!" he said and he knelt up on the bed again. I coudl hardly believe I was going to get to fuck his fit bi guy but he was obviously no stranger to getting fucked. My cock slid up him easily and soon I was fucking his arse as he gave little groans of satisfaction. I started fucking him a bit harder and he groaned again. I was getting close now and I think he sensed it because he suddenly saiid "Are you going to breed me?" "Yes!" I moaned and he said "Oh fuck!" as I began to pump my load up his arse. It was all very horny! When I pulled out his arse, he said he had better get back and started getting dressed. As he bent over to pull his pants up, I got a great view of his arsehole, clearly loaded with cum. I always find it a real turn on to squirt a load up the arse of a guy that is going home to his girlfriend. A few weeks later I was messaged by a guy who had no face picture on his profile. I had not seen him on there before but his location said he was quite nearby. He said he had to be discreet but wanted to know if I was up for meeting up. He said he could send me some pictures but not a face pic. I guessed he was married and had been stuck at home for months. I sent him some pictures and he sent one of his cock and a back view of him with pants pulled down, showing off a really fit arse. I said I was up for meeting and he said he wasn't comfortable coming to my place but could meet me in some woods nearby. He told me he really needed to get fucked. I messaged "Can I fuck you bb?" and he messaged back to ask what "bb" meant. I said it means can I fuck you without a condom and he came back and said "Oh, yes that's alright" A little later I was making my way through the woods to the spot he had described. It was really well hidden and when I got there he was already there. He was really fit, dark haired, just a bit chubby with an arse that really filled out his jeans. He nodded at me and immediately reached out to stroke my cock through my trousers. I told him my name and he said his was Sean. He didn't show any signs of wanting to kiss me, but he reached out and unbuttoned my trousers, pulling them down to my knees along with my pants. He wanked me for a little while and then bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then asked me if I was ready to fuck him. I nodded and he pulled his pants and trousers down and leaned against a tree, passing me some lube. He had a really fit arse and fingered the lube into his hole and then positioned myself behind him. I pushed my cock into his arse and he gave a contented moan as I pushed right up him and began to fuck him. He was tight, but not as tight as I thought he might be and I fucked him slowly at first and then began to fuck him harder. He took it easily and began to wank himself as I fucked him harder. After a while I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard, shooting what felt like a massive load right up him. When I pulled out he turned round, wanked himself a few times and then shot his load out in front of him. "Cheers, mate," he said "I needed that." A couple of days later I was driving home and I saw him walking up the road ahead of me with a woman and two children. I was not at all surprised and when he messaged me again a couple of weeks later we met in the woods and I enjoyed dumping another load up his married arse. About a year later we were in lockdown again and I had another very horny experience with a straight guy. I first met Gordon in the late 90s when he was just 21 at a family wedding at a hotel just outside Glasgow. He and his wife were at the same table as me and I got on well with both of them. I was surprised to learn that they already had two children. I had mentioned that I was gay in the course of the conversation and it was later in the evening when Gordon bought me a drink and casually mentioned that he had been sucked off by a few guys and had really enjoyed it. A short time later we were taking a walk in the grounds of the hotel and when we found a quiet spot, Gordon got his cock out and I went down on him. He was quite a small, stocky guy, but he had quite a big cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking him until he came in my mouth. He bought me another drink and them headed back indoors and a little later I saw him dancing with his wife. I met up wth Gordon a few times after that over the next ten years - usually in a lay by just outside Glasgow. The first few times I just sucked him off but one time he started reaching down to feel my arse and after a while his hand was down my pants and he was fingering my arsehole. "Do you take it up the arse?" he whispered as I continued sucking him. In reply, I got up, pulled my pants and trousers right down and bent over. He spat on my arse a couple of time and then pushed the head of his cock against my hole. "I don't like using condoms," he said. "Are you ok with that?" I nodded and he pushed right up me and began to fuck me unitl he came heavily in my arse. We met up a few times over the next few years when I was in Scotland and I would suck his cock and then bend over for him to fuck me against a tree. He never reciprocated and would not let me touch or lick his arsehole - he considered himself to be a totally straight guy that liked to do it with other guys occasionally -but I really enjoyed being fucked by him and he was defnitely one of the fittest straight lads I had been fucked by. Eventually we lost touch and it was during lockdown that someone mentioned the same lay by to me and told me it was still very active, especially early in the evening with people driving home from work. I decided to check it out one evening and had a good time - going home with two loads up my arse. It was the third time I visited the lay by, one Friday evening after work, that I encountered Gordon again. There was quite a lot of action that night and I sucked a couple of guys, taking two loads in my mouth. I wandered deeper into the woods and saw a couple of guys up ahead with their pants down and I recognised Gordon straight away. I had not seen him for a long time but I had heard from a family member that he was now divorced and had another, younger child with his new partner. I guessed he must be in his mid 40s by now and couldn't help noticing that, though he had put a little bit of weight on, he was still incredibly fit. He was with a much younger dark haired guy, who was down sucking Gordon's cock, and I couldn't resist watching from a discreet distance as the guy sucked Gordon's cock. After a while, the guy stood up and to my surprise, they changed places and Gordon got down and took the dark haired guy's cock into his mouth. I was really turned on by the sight of Gordon sucking cock but things got even hornier when Gordon stood up and said something to the other guy, who nodded. To my surprise, Gordon bent forward against the tree and the other guy got down behind him and pulled his arse cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. I had my cock out now as the guy stood up and pushed his cock against Gordon's arsehole. He pushed right up Gordon's arse and then began to fuck him. I can honestly say I never thought in a million years that I would see Gordon taking cock up his arse and I enjoyed every minute of watching him getting fucked. The guy fucking Gordon had seen me now, but didn't seem bothered as he began to fuck Gordon harder. A short time later he came up Gordon's arse and then he pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeard. Gordon stayed where he was for a moment and then he straightened up and turned round, pulling his pants and trousers up at the same time.. I moved forward and he stared at me. I knew he had recognised me and wondered how he would react. He stood still for a moment and then, without saying a word, he turned round, pulled his pants down and bent forward against the tree. I have rarely been as turned on as I was when I pushed my cock up Gordon's arse and fucked him bareback against the tree. I enjoyed every second of it and I was fairly sure that Gordon was enjoying it too. I fucked him for a while longer and then shot what felt like a massive load of cum up his already loaded arse. When I had finished I pulled out and we both pulled up our pants and trousers. Gordon grinned at me and then disappeared back towards the road. Somehow the fact that we had fucked without saying a word added to the turn on. I watched as Gordon reached the layby and climbed into his van - another married straight guy going home to his family with a cum filled arse!

Thanks, jamobile. I worked with Max Sohl (Treasure Island's NYC producer) between 2004 and 2010 and appear in 6 DVD's. Doing porn was on my bucket list for years, and I enjoyed every one of the scenes. I now live in northern California, enjoy loads of sex, including Horse Markets in SF, Customer Appreciation Days at Mr. S Leather in SF, and lots of private sex parties. I'm polyamorous and have a husband as well as one serious partner. And I still am a total top, and I love breeding!

I am NOT a deepthroater but with a smaller cock I love being able to take it down and run my tongue along the shaft while still being able to focus on the balls and nipples. same with getting fucked. Just the sensation of being penetrated is enough for me and not necessarily having my entire innards being filled with meat.

nice awakening

i lost count after 707,231

What a nice surprise, lucky you.

I AM a faggot. I know what I am and am proud of it.

I was at the underage club one night sobering up and dancing when a cute 18 year old named Cory came up to me and started dancing. We had a good time dancing until the club finally closed at around 3am and he offered to drive me home. I only lived across downtown, so I could walk, but I accepted his offer. He had an older truck with a bench seat and a gun rack and we spent the short drive talking about hunting and guns. He parked near my place and we chatted a bit more and eventually he leaned over to kiss me. We made out for a few minutes and then he looked around out the windows then he started unbuttoning my jeans. He fished my already rock hard cock out of my underwear and then bent over and took me in his mouth. He sucked me for about a minute then he grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of his head. I got the hint and grabbed his hair and guided his head up and down on my cock. After a few minutes he got up and looked at me. “Do you wanna fuck me?” He asked. “Hell yeah,” I said, “you have condoms and lube?” “No,” he replied, “do you rim?” “I love rimming,” I told him. He looked around again to see if anyone was around. It was after 3 am and no one had passed us and we didn’t see anyone around. He kicked off his shoes and completely stripped except for his socks. He had a beautiful well-defined twink body, with veins showing through his muscles, and a rock hard 5 inch cock. He got on his hands and knees on the bench seat, pointing his ass towards me. I wasted no time putting my tongue into his hole, making him moan as I ate him out. “Fuck you’re good at that,” he told me. He flipped around on lay down on the bench on his back, drawing his knees up to his shoulder. “Just use spit,” he told me. I was so turned on that this sexy teenage twink was about to let me fuck him bareback. I spit into my hand a few times and got my cock wet and moved forward so the tip of my dick was at his hole. I looked down at this naked guy below me, I was still fully clothed, just my jeans were open. I slowly started pressing my uncovered cock into him. He closed his eyes and exhaled as his unprotected ass opened to accept me. He opened his eyes as I bottomed out balls deep. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down to kiss him as I backed my raw cock out to the head and shoved it back again. He moaned into my mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside as I barebacked him. His legs wrapped around me as I continued to thrust inside him, his ass massaging my bare dick. He broke off the kiss. “Tell me when you’re going to cum,” he said. “Can I cum I you?” I asked him. He nodded. I kept fucking him for a few minutes more until I felt my orgasm start to build. “I’m getting close,” I told him. He grabbed his cock and started jerking. A minute later I felt my orgasm hit and I told him. I started spurting into his as he moaned and shot his load onto his stomach. I thrust in balls deep one last time and then slowly pulled out. He sat up and spun around behind the wheel. He grabbed his tshirt and wiped his cum off his stomach. “Well we’ll have to do that again,” he said as I buttoned up my jeans. I kissed him and hopped out of his truck. He drove off still naked. We hooked up a few more times after that, always bareback, but then I lost contact with him for a few years. I was cruising Grindr one day when I saw him on there and I hit him up he asked if I wanted to grab a beer so I met up with him. We had a pint while we caught up. “You wanna fuck?” He asked me. I always enjoyed how blunt he was. “Definitely,” I told him, “want to go back to my place?” “Would you be down for doing it outside?” He asked me. I agreed and he said he knew a place, so we got into my car and I drove to the place he suggested. It was a wooded spot with a lot of underbrush. I parked and we got out and he led me into brush, shoving it aside. Just inside he turned and looked back at the road. A car passed but you could barely see it. He quickly undressed, leaving himself completely naked except for his shoes, gathering up his clothes in his arms. “You should get naked too,” he said. I looked back at the road, “I dunno,” I said. He shrugged and turned and walked deeper into the woods. I followed him, watching his muscled back, ass, and legs as he went further in. My cock was rock hard knowing that ass was going to be flooded with my babies in a few minutes. He stopped at a fallen tree and put his clothes on it. He stepped up to me and we started kissing as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans . He pushed them and my underwear down to my thighs and grabbed my cock in his hand. “Ready to breed me?” He asked. In answer I put my hand on his head and pushed him down so his face was level with my cock. He eagerly took me into his mouth and gave me an expert blowjob for a few minutes. I pulled him off and with my other hand grabbed his chin. “Bend over against that tree,” I told him. He turned and leaned on the tree, that muscular ass jutting out invitingly towards me. I bent over and gave his hole a quick lap with my tongue, then pulled out a line packet I had brought with me. I looked around and thought fuck it. I stripped naked, but left my shoes on and lined up behind him. I squeezed the line onto my cock and onto his ass and started pushing into him. He pushed back and in no time I was balls deep and started fucking his raw ass. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. “Your about to get bred,” I told him. “Fuck yeah,” he said, “get that load deep in me!” The combination of being out naked in the woods and fucking a hot ass bareback made my orgasm build in record time. I told him I was close and he started to furiously jerk off, shooting his semen all over the tree in front of him a minute later as I bottomed out in him and flooded his unprotected ass with my cum. He looked back at me and laughed. He pulled foward off my cock then squatted down. He grinned up at me as my load poured out his ass into a puddle on the ground beneath him.

Thursday 10 pm Time flies when you’re having fun. Though sometimes, and this is when you know you’re riding the right amount of drugs, when I’m high and in the moment, time seems to stop, and all I can focus on is the cock, mouth, or hole in front of me. This is what I love about chemsex, the way it focuses your entire being on men and fucking. It’s not about letting it run my life, but using it to bring my buddies and me pleasure. It’s a balance, and I love teaching my bottom boys how to manage it and not lose themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love that we all get twisted, but I want them to learn how we all watch out for each other. I must have lapped at Drew’s smooth hole for almost an hour now. Sticking my tongue in, slowly teasing it open, spitting on the hole, taking my time to lap it up, making slow circles around the outside ring. Sometimes I reach up to work on his hard cock, edging him. Meanwhile, Jack loves playing with Drew’s fresh nips, teaching them how to be even more sensitive to the touch. Drew’s cock has been leaking precum like a fountain, and it was hot watching Jack grab it from Drew’s dick and whatever was on his stomach, and bring his precum-covered hand for Drew to lap up. I notice that the front of my jeans is wet from my own leaking cock. I’m sure Jack’s in the same situation. At one point earlier, Jack turned Drew on his stomach to lie on top of him, his smooth ass arched up, giving me a great view and access. I smiled as Drew reached over and moved a part of Jack’s button-down shirt to one side so that he could suck on Jack’s big eraser-sized nips. Jack played with Drew’s hair, encouraging him on, instructing Drew how to suck. “Bite it lightly, now cover it with your lips and slobber over it, with lots of spit, and stick your tongue out and draw it around the sides of the raised nips, feel how hard they are for you. You have to vary the feeling. Watch the guy’s reaction, and you’ll know what feels good to him.” “That’s right, baby. I love it when you suck on my big nips like that–seeing you naked on top of me. Your daddy behind you, eating your ass, opening you up. Is this what you wanted? We’ve talked about this for the past month, Drew. How you wanted to be used by men, to role play, to take loads from guys, whether they’re neg or poz. How you’ve wanted to try Tina and G, whatever we wanted to give you. This turns you on, doesn’t it? “Oh my God, I’ve thought about this for so long. Cruising online, finding pnp videos that I’ve jacked off to so many times. I want it badly.” “We love making your dreams come true, Drew.” “Thank you, Uncle Jack.” “Good. Your daddy is going to fill the pipe again, and I want you to suck on it while I make you another Coke with G. This time, I’ll give you a little more. Don’t worry, I just want you even more on the edge and hornier. But we’re going to take care of you, even if you nod off a little bit. You have nothing to worry about. We’ll make sure to wake you up smiling. Okay, baby? You trust us? “Yes, sir, I do. I want you to use me.” “Atta boy, that’s what we like to hear.” I know what Jack has in mind. We haven’t done this in a while, and we need to make sure the bottom is fully on board, which Drew is. Sounds like Jack’s been working on Drew for a while now. A hot newbie chem bottom who’s willing to try it all is a fucking birthday, Christmas, and anniversary present all rolled into one. You don’t get it very often, and there’s no guarantee it’ll go well. Some are all talk, but this kid is ready and willing. I haven’t seen any hesitation on his part, which will make this whole situation even better. I want to see how far we can push his boundaries. Honestly, A+ for this kid so far. I help Drew up from the couch and make out with him, letting him know that he’s exactly how we want him to be. While we make out standing up, I can feel his cock next to my leg, rubbing against the jeans. None of us has watched the porn on the screen at all; we’re so engrossed in the moment. At this point, it’s just there to add to the general sleaziness of the situation. We all realize that it’s not about the porn. Not at this point anyway. Jack stands up, unbuttons his shirt all the way, but leaves it on. He’s so sexy like that, with just his chest and nips showing, his bulge straining in his jeans. I pull away from making out with Drew, and we both watch Jack adjust his big dick in his jeans to make himself a little more comfortable. “I’ll get us some G. Drew, I’ll get you a robe too. We love you naked, but remember everything is a balance. While we get ourselves together for this next round, just wear the robe. You don’t have to close it, just leave it open, but it’ll keep you warm. I’ll turn the fireplace on too.” Drew reaches back and feels up his hole. “It’s so wet.” “You’re starting to smell like me, Drew. You got my slobber all over your hole.” Drew brings his hand back from feeling his hole and licks it. “Tastes good! Uncle Jack, can I help you with the G? I want to know what to do.” “Absolutely, Drew. Follow me, and we’ll get you that robe, then you can watch as I prepare the G. “There will be a quiz, later, Drew. Take notes.” Drew has a big smile as I say that. I watch Drew turn to follow Jack. His pert ass and the back of his thighs shiny from my slobber, his hair tousled. These breaks are important; they help the mood as it rises and falls. It’s like gooning and edging, knowing when to ease off to give yourself time to breathe. We could have jumped right to fucking, which I’m sure Drew would have loved, but this is about training and taking our time, letting him open up and be comfortable. My buddies and I all have different roles and strengths, but what Jack and I are particularly good at is this: what we’re doing right now. Getting him to break his bonds of shame, and let his inner pig out. We’re not fucking selfish. We’re in this together, and we want to train Drew so he goes on to more adventures. I take a quick peek at my phone and see that Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne have all checked in on our Telegram group chat. I quickly type that this kid’s a keeper, that we’re having an excellent time, and that I hope they come over when they’re free. Knowing their schedules, Kevin will probably come over in the morning. Henry and Dwayne will come later tomorrow, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they have cumpany with them. We don’t bring anyone who hasn’t been vetted, but thankfully we have a stable of men who join us. It’s nice to share in the fun. I watch Drew put on the bathrobe, leaving it open, giving us a peek at his still hard cock, his torso, and legs. As Drew and Jack head to the kitchen, I put my phone away and refill the pipe. I take out two more pipes from the coffee table drawer and fill them up as well. We don’t skimp, and it’s nice to have them ready. That’s what the burly straight dad taught me one summer while camping, but that’s a story for another time. The porn on the TV is set up so that another one automatically plays when it finishes. Jack has an extensive collection of both professional and amateur porn. I take the torch and melt the Tina in all three pipes, taking hits one after another from all of them. Don’t want any rocks spilling out. My dick jumps up a little as I smoke up. Kid was taking lots of hits in the beginning, shotgunning some to Jack and me, but then we got into the foreplay and stopped. Time’s right to get us amped up again. As I hit the pipes, I see Drew and Jack in the kitchen taking some Cokes in a glass to the counter. I’m sure if they were to look my way, all they would see are big clouds floating in the living room. Jack’s showing Drew how to measure the G. I can hear Jack telling him not to take G with alcohol, it just makes you sick, and that’s no fun. Jack fills the first and second glasses and lets Drew fill his own, showing him how much G to put in. Jack gets behind Drew as he’s doing this and pulls his robe open more and plays with Jack’s nips as he measures the G. I can see Drew momentarily close his eyes, wrapped up in the pleasure. Jack eggs him on, and Drew fills up his Coke with his dose. There’s about a foot difference in height between the two, which is fucking hot. The sight of Jack behind Drew, fondling him under his robe, is perfect. I want that shot burned in my memory banks. I put the third pipe down as they come back to the living room with three glasses. Drew’s open robe sways as he walks up to me. He smiles as he hands me my glass. I nod my head up, encouraging him over, and he comes in for a kiss. He does the same to Jack and the three of us down the Cokes. I’m used to the bitter taste, but I can see Drew whinge a little. It’s probably because he has more than we do. I reach down, get a pipe and put it in Drew’s mouth. “Here, take a hit. It will help with the taste. There are three pipes there now, just grab any when you want.” Jack takes our glasses and brings them to the kitchen while Drew fires up the torch and takes a few big hits in a row from the pipe. He’s getting good at taking in the Tina and at making clouds. “Just like I showed you earlier, blow them out slowly, and let the smoke creep out. Like it’s a living thing.” He’s getting the hang of it. It’s all a part of the show, of course. The clouds coming from his mouth are mesmerizing. “Better?” “Yeah, that G tastes horrible.” “Later, I’ll get a bubble ready and fill it up with Gatorade. That adds a nice, sweet flavor. Sit and get comfy, you’ll start to feel the G shortly.” The three of us sit back down on the couch. Drew between us, robe still open. His cock is no longer steel-hard, but it’s beautifully chubby and shiny. Jack reaches for a remote by his side to turn on the fireplace. “Thank you so much, guys. I’m having a great time.” “Let’s talk before the G hits, okay? Remember, this is all about fun. Follow our orders and speak up when you want something or need to take a break. We don’t like a bossy bottom, but we do like one who knows what he wants. We’re going to help you unlock that side.” As Jack says this, Drew watches him intensely looking directly into Jack's eyes. They lean in to kiss, and I grab one of the pipes and take a hit as they make out. Jack pulls away, a line of spit dangling between them, and nods for Drew to do a shotgun. I lean in to kiss him, holding the Tina in my lungs. Our mouths lock, and feel our tongues start to dance around each other. I reach up, holding his head lightly, and slowly blow in the smoke. We continue to make out as he lets the smoke out between us. It comes out thick, between kisses and out of his nose. Big hit for sure. Drew leans his head back, gives a big sigh, and says, “fuck, that’s good!” Jack draws open Drew’s robe some more and starts tweaking one of his nips. I spit in my hand and play with his cock, slowly. I feel it get even more chubby as I move my hand up and down the shaft. I then move to caress the head of his dick and lean over to whisper, “I can’t wait to slide my raw cock in your hole.” This makes Drew squirm in excitement. Head still back, eyes closed, probably starting to feel the waves of pleasure from the G. Jack’s got his hands all over Drew’s inner thigh as we ramp things up. “I’m getting a little dreamy. Horny and dreamy.” “That’s alright, that’s what you’re supposed to feel. The G is kicking in since you had a higher dose. Plus, we’re bigger and used to it. Just let it flow, Drew. Don’t fight what you’re feeling.” With that Drew starts to grind his hips in circles as I slowly jack him, and Jack alternates between Drew’s nips and thighs. “Drew, you may want to close your eyes a bit. That’s okay, let it happen. But we’re going to continue to have fun. Your cock is going to remain hard, and you’re going to feel warm and very, very horny. You may come in and out, but just ride the waves. Breathe and relax into it.” “Yeah, please!” This time, it’s Jack’s turn between Drew’s legs. Jack gets up and kneels down between Drew’s legs, the robe totally open, exposing Drew. Drew reaches down and grabs Jack’s hands in his, while Jack starts to lick Drew’s inner thighs, balls, and up and down Drew’s cock. I put the pipe down and paw at Drew as well. I watch Drew, making sure his breathing is regular, which it is. His head is going side to side as Jack sucks on his cock slowly, teasing it all over with his tongue, going all the way down to the bush. The waves must be hitting him now. His cock is back to rock hard, which happens a lot with G. He’s got a huge smile on his face, while Jack holds his hands down to his side. His squirming slows, but it gets more languorous and deliberate. He starts slowly bringing his cock up to meet Jack’s mouth, and I can see Drew’s cock get slobbery wet with spit. This goes on for about 15 to 20 minutes. Jack and I pleasuring Drew while the G goes into action. Slowly, we notice his gyrations slow down, and his body relax even more. He’s in that perfect dreamy, horny state. At one point, he nods off as Jack is sucking him off and I open his mouth and dribble some of my spit in. Jack and I get up to admire him. Sitting on the couch, naked under a robe, his smooth body glistening from our spit, he starts to touch himself with his eyes closed. With his left hand he plays with his nip while his right slowly jacks his cock. We look at each other and smile. I nod at Jack, which he knows is the signal to get the clippers and razor. As Jack ducks into the bathroom, I pick up one of the pipes and take a big hit. I let the smoke out and start to take off all my clothes. All the while watching Drew play with himself slowly. At times, stopping as he nods off, but then picks up again playing with his dick. This kind of wave is for the beginning, helping Drew loosen up, and shed his inhibitions. Plus, it makes our dicks so hard to see him like this. Playing with himself, as the G hits him over and over again. He’ll be alert soon enough and will be hyper-aware of everything happening. I kick my shirt and jeans to the side, standing fully naked now. The steel cock ring is tight around my hard cock. Drew stops jacking off and starts snoring lightly. His dick is rock hard, his legs spread open between the robe. I lean over and stick my tongue in his mouth, making out with him. He gives a “Mmmm, yes.” “Drew, I’m going to pick you up and bring you to the playroom. I’m going to lay you down on the play mattress. We’re going to strap your arms and legs down, and shave off your body hair. We want you smooth all over. You’re going to look even more like a true sub.” “Don’t be alarmed at being strapped down. You’re going to love giving up control to us. This is all part of the fun. Soon we’re going to be inside you, taking turns, opening your hole up for hours, we’re going to keep you spun, and your hole will be overflowing with our cum. Do you want that, Drew?” As I say this, Drew slowly opens his eyes. They’re glazed over at first, but he snaps to attention. “Yes, do it all to me.” I help Drew take off his robe and pick him up. Lifting weights all my life makes it handy when I have to do this kind of thing. I bring him to the playroom and put him down on the bed. He opens his eyes for a second and smiles again at me. There goes that smile, I love it. I then move to the sides of the bed, take the restrains and put them on his wrists. I spread his legs and clamp his ankles. He looks up and watches me, before nodding off again. This entire time his cock is standing straight up, leaking precum, pulsing up and down. He looks so fuckable strapped down like this. “Just relax for a moment, Drew, while we get things set up.” I can feel the G as well and it’s making me so horny and pervy. That and the hits of Tina, of course. I go back out to the living room and shout out to Jack, “You need help or you got it?” “All good. Bring your stuff in.” I get my bag, the torch, the three pipes on the coffee table, and go back to the playroom. Jack follows me in holding a basin of warm water, and a bag with the clipper and shaving razors. “Damn, he looks good like that! Is he nodding off? “Yeah, a little but he’s alert when he needs to be” Jack gets especially turned on by a bottom boy rolling on G. “Get your clothes off, Jack, and let's get this hair off his body. I want him smooth.” ...

The first time I tried gay sex, I was definitely hetrosexual, married but just wanted bet myself. They guy fucked be raw over his car bonnet and filled my guts with cum. It rewrote my sex drive. That's why they call it breeding. I adore gay sex and only raw now. My body needs that DNA cum fix.

As a bottom, you are there to ensure the pleasure of the Topman. If calling you a faggot, spitting, slapping increases his pleasure and the power of his orgasm, you bite the pillow and stfu and when he’s done you say a respectful Thank you.

Bro, sounds like the one who has a problem with it is YOU. Not the rest of us. Articulate it any which way you want, but I for one, am tired of the thought police telling how I should express my sexuality.

Dear 🎅🏻 @drscorpio, according to the ban length, could we see an update before Xmas? Please 🥺?

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

!!NEW STORY!! (Desired Obsessions will be an anthology series exploring themes, this thread centering around reunions too hot to turn from and too dark to not indulge in) DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II Part One: Long Games Felix burrowed under his blankets, a cocoon of total darkness that was supposed to bring sleep. It was useless. For an hour, he’d tried to ignore the nasty thoughts swirling in his head, but they only kept him tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded trail over his nipples, down the sharp ‘V’ of his hips, across the caramel skin of his inner thighs. A touch he melted into. Rolling onto his stomach, he peeked out. 4:05 AM. The red digital numbers glowed. He’d been chatting with some dude from an app, but the screen was dark now, the conversation having gone cold long before. But he thought of the pics the dude had sent: a thick, uncut, hairy blonde cock from four different angles. One of them had a can of lighter butane next to it for size reference. Slowly, he ground his hips into the mattress. A low, "Mmm," escaped his lips as an erection began to press into the bedding. "Yes…" he whispered, giving in to the inevitable. Sleep wasn't coming. "I’m gonna get spun." But what kind of night should this be? Felix was no stranger to wild nights, quickly bored by anything mild. Something new, he thought. The raw, the unfiltered. He moaned again, pushing his hips off the bed, arching his back until his ass was high in the air, an offering to the empty room. An idea struck. "And why not get lit that way?" He threw the blankets off, went to his nightstand, and opened the drawer, retrieving a small black case. Inside were a few small containers of party favors and a liquid syringe. He uncapped one, trying to remember the amount his friend had used last time, then pinched small white rocks into the syringe and filled it with a small amount of water. As he shook it gently, he thought of the first and only other time he’d gotten high this way. A small group hosted by a vers friend. All night, all raunchy. He was crazy high and crazy cock-hungry. His dick got hard as he watched the rocks dissolve. This is going to be wild, he told himself. His booty bump was ready. He grabbed his phone, put on some porn, and laid on his stomach. He positioned his ass in the air, pushed his hole out against the plastic tube, found the right spot, and pressed the plunger. The cool water splashed against his inner walls. He tightened, slid the tube out, not a single drop wasted, and began to grind his hard cock into the mattress as he pushed the plunger, flooding his hole. The build was slow, but when the feeling crested, it was electrifying, far more intense than smoking. He loved the way it made his hole feel: warm and tingling, alive with anticipation for anything. He took a hit of poppers. Two nostrils deep. His lungs filled with the sharp scent. He saw precum leaking from his cock. He pushed his hips onto the bed, eyes transfixed on the porn playing from his phone, and ground his hard dick into the mattress, over and over. "Fuck, that is so hot," he cried out. The booty bump was taking effect. His head buzzed. The verbal cries from the porn invaded his consciousness, and he imagined himself as the bottom in the video, on his knees, hungrily servicing two uncut Latin cocks. Spit filled his mouth as one of them forced a cock deep in his throat. He took another hit of poppers. His hole burned with an erotic warmth that made his hard cock leak even more. In the video, the two guys getting serviced towered over the small twink. The size difference made Felix even harder. Lost in the fantasy and the euphoric high, he continued grinding his sensitive cock into the mattress, moaning along with the video. "Fuck, ahhhh." He desperately wanted to be that bottom, fucked by both men. The booty bump flooded him with images of their thick cocks stretching him, making him scream. The room was hot and sticky. All that mattered was getting cock. Felix moaned, “Fuck, I need it so bad.” Another hit of poppers. He got louder, his hips bucking faster, accenting the curve of his bubble ass. A double hit of poppers. He stopped. He lifted his hips up and away from the bed, taking deep breaths to ride the edge of the peak he’d almost hit. Edging, bringing himself to the brink and then denying release, was his new favorite game. The porn played on, but Felix knew he needed the real thing. He considered texting the top from the other night, who was particularly skilled, but then reasoned with himself. Felix was a connoisseur of "firsts," of the new encounter where everything was a discovery. Anon. He’d tried it and loved it, the blindfold and everything. He ran through a mental list of things he hadn’t done, a list that got shorter by the weekend, before he settled on… public play. After a quick, hot shower, he dressed. The high thrummed under his skin and seemed to vibrate as he packed his fanny pack with favors before heading out. The morning air was still cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. It felt good. He cut through the park a few blocks from his apartment. It was a casual cruising spot he’d always been too jumpy to try. Most guys were around in the middle of the night. Too cold and too creepy, Felix thought. The edges of the trees seemed to shimmer against the grass, and it all blurred at the edges of his vision. Felix did a second booty bump post-shower. He found the park mostly empty except for people walking dogs and others doing yoga or sunbathing. He followed the path to the men’s bathroom. Sitting on the benches just outside would be the best place to start; it would be one of the only open places so early in the morning. He sat sideways on the bench, one leg tucked under him, the same-side arm draped over the back. All he’d have to do was arch his back, pushing his warm, tingling ass toward any guy who might look twice. He blinked a couple of times and laughed softly to himself. “I am fuckin’ flying.” He discreetly ground his hand against his tight red nylon running shorts. He was gently startled by a burst of laughter and loud voices. Three men walked towards him, their energy infectious and sloppy. Felix, keeping his gaze soft, clocked their sneakers, the baseball hats on the white guy and the Latin guy, the basketball jersey on the white guy that was vaguely familiar, and bits of their odd, slurred conversation. He was much too high to coordinate anything, but he looked back and away in their direction just enough to make sure they noticed. The guys settled under a tree across from him, glancing over as they continued their boisterous conversation. Felix smiled, which got the white guy's attention, it was curious and something more than just interesting. Alright. Time to kick this up a notch. Felix arched his back and stood, moving with deliberate slowness. All three guys watched. Felix turned and headed for the men's bathroom. It was deserted. The morning air was growing thick with the heat of the day, the scent of bleach overpowering the faint smell of piss. Three stalls, doors open. Two sinks. Felix went to one and looked at himself in the mirror that hung just above it. The bathroom door creaked open. The white guy, hat pulled low, with that jersey and grey sweatpants, walked in. His face had something about it, Felix thought, but their eyes locked instantly through the mirror. Felix stepped into the stall furthest from the door, and the guy followed, the door clicking shut behind him. Felix faced him as he grabbed his dick, pressing his sweatpants against it. He bit his lower lip, silently daring Felix with each squeeze of his growing cock. Felix dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting his skin. He pressed his face against the grey sweatpants, inhaling deeply, the dude’s scent mixed with sweat filling his nostrils. He slowly rubbed his face along the length of the bulge, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric. “Fuck….” the guy said, his voice hushed but laced with excitement. “Ain’t you a dirty little piece…” Felix looked up, meeting a familiar gaze and kept it there while he put his mouth over the guy’s cock, tracing it up and down, feeling the shape and size through the fabric. “What? This?” Felix ran his lips along the shaft, teasing and tasting. Lifting the jersey slightly ruffled the team logo Felix was too high to place from across the park, but now, looking at the guy’s eyes through the mirror, Felix softly grabbed the man’s towering thighs as he pulsed his lips, teasing himself with the dick still trapped under the sweatpants. The fact that they both knew each other and were underplaying their surprise wildly turned them both on. A low, gruff voice, as deep as a high school memory, said, “Felix. Pull my cock out.” “Yes, Logan.” Felix whispered, obediently. He slipped his fingers over the grey waistband and pulled. Logan used to refer to Felix as a "pretty dope faggot." He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a Logan used to refer to Felix as a pretty dope faggot. He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year.a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year. Now he was a slutty faggot on his knees, teasing his throbbing meat. Logan’s cock was thick in the center and hung eight inches to the right, only halfway to being hard. The second booty bump had Felix focused on one thing, but a few shocked thoughts swirled around the utter disbelief that he was about to suck a dick he’d fantasized about many, many times. Felix rubbed his face against it, then inhaled the scent from his bush. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like a man.” “That’s right. You like how a real man smells, don’t you?” He grabbed Felix by the hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. “Don’t you?” “Uh-huh,” Felix whined, his eyes wide and begging. “That’s right. Keep worshiping that dick.” “Yes, sir, I’ll work for it.” “That’s right. You need to work for that cock.” “Oh, I will.” “Yeah? You deserve this cock?” “I do.” “You deserve that thick cock?” “I do.” Logan loosened his grip on Felix’s hair. “Even after all this time, you still gotta work for it. You know that, right?” “Mhmmm.” Felix started to kiss his cock, deep in worship. Logan had recognized Felix before he even realized he was part of his game. They knew each other, in a way. Same grade, some classes together, friends who might have mixed at some point. But it was alphabetical order—their last names landing them next to each other constantly. The group projects, the good mornings, the commiseration of being ‘just over it’, it had all brewed a friendly, low-key flirty vibe between the guy on the basketball team and the class vice-president on the debate team. Dark excitement burned in Logan’s eyes when he recognized something in Felix’s dark stare. He reached into his pocket and slipped something out. “Would you mind if I hit this right quick?” He flashed a small glass pipe, melted T coating the bottom. The same dark burn lit Felix up with a dark smile. “Nah, just as long as you let me blow a cloud on your cock.” Logan threw his head back and moaned. “Felix, Felix… you’re a bad little boy now, aren’t you?” He took a hit from his pipe and blew the smoke down at Felix. “Oh, Logan… I’m a very bad and very dirty little boy now.” Click. Logan blew his cloud down to Felix, slower this time, covering his face. “But still a little faggot. Wanna be my little faggot?” “I wanna be your little faggot,” Felix’s eyes pleaded with hunger. Logan lit the pipe for Felix. “Good.” He clicked the torch again, signaling for Felix to hit it again. “I told my boys to let me have some one-on-one time with you, since I knew you.” Felix didn’t even wait; he had his mouth back on the pipe before he’d blown out his last hit. “Now, I get to give them my little faggot. My spun little dirty slutty faggot.” Felix positioned his mouth around Logan’s cock, his lips hovering just above it, holding it there. The weight of it drove him crazy. He slowly pulled his head back while letting the cloud coat the thick cock. “Take another hit, faggot.” Logan pushed the pipe into Felix’s eager lips. “Fuck yes…” Felix inhaled as much as he could, eager to please. Logan took a long hit and blew out smoke rings that hit Felix’s face. “I’m ’bout to make you a whore for meth.” Then, with his free hand, he shoved Felix down on his cock. The tip was already hitting the back of his throat. “Yes! Get that thick cock wet….” Logan’s intense eyes gave way to his dark mind. “Get that thick cock nice and wet….” Felix’s spit streamed down his shaft, only to be licked up and then spit out again. “Get that thick white cock nice and wet.” Felix let out a moan as his eyes rolled back. He started sucking faster, stroking it four or six times, and then came to a sudden stop. He kept his tongue out, the cock resting on it, his eyes locked on Logan. His voice was small. “Is that thick white cock wet enough?” Click. Hit. Clouds. “I think you can do better service for this white cock.” He brought the pipe down to Felix. Click. Hit. Hit. Clouds. “Lemme show you how.” Logan said, setting the pipe down on a ledge on the wall, his hands now free to grab Felix and face-fuck him. Felix gagged on Logan’s cock, his throat tight from the hit and the deep penetration. He moaned around the flesh, his eyes wild from the wave of pleasure and the high that washed over him. Logan pulled back slightly, grinning down at Felix, high and sweaty. "You damn sexy taking that thick white cock." Felix nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak. He wanted it more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to please this man. Without any further warning, Logan slammed his cock back down Felix's throat, choking him slightly as he started a slow but relentless pace. His hands found their way to Felix's ass, squeezing and pulling on the cheeks as he drove deeper. Felix could feel his eyes watering, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The burning sensation in his chest only fueled his desire for more. He moaned and gagged around the cock, his body arching up into the assault. Logan felt his balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. He gripped Felix's hair tightly and started thrusting harder, his hips slamming against the smaller body. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Felix's mouth, his grip loosening slightly. He watched as Felix swallowed hard, sucking down the drops of pre-cum. “Been edgin’ with my boys all morning," he murmured, running his fingers through Felix's wet hair. “But I think I’m gonna work up a bigger load for you." Felix leaned into every touch. “Yes, please. Thank you, sir.” “Let’s try, ‘Papi.’” Logan’s voice was playful and menacing. Felix smiled, his voice hazy. “Papi. Gracias, Papi.” Felix’s accent hit Logan like a train. “Sexy… fuckin’ sexy.” Felix felt Logan guiding him to stand. He was dazed, his legs shaking, but when their lips hovered so close together, he forgot everything. “I cannot believe this is happening… and that it’s happening this way.” “The universe, man.” Logan used his other hand to reach into Felix’s shorts, his finger searching for his hole. “We are two lucky fuckers.” One hand held the back of his head, another rubbed against his hole. Felix was frozen, wanting to beg Logan to kiss him, slap him, fuck him. He couldn’t speak. "You're one hell of a cocksucker," Logan whispered, his tone pleased. Breathless, Felix said, “It’s my favorite thing to do, probably next to booty bumps!” “Oh, yeah?” He paused for a second and reached into his pocket. “I think this little Latin cocksucker served this white cock good. I think I got a reward for you.” “Papi… I promise to show you how thankful I am.” “Put two of your fingers in my mouth.” Felix did as he was told and sighed with need when he felt Logan’s tongue on his skin. Logan let saliva build up and drip onto Felix’s fingers. “Wet your—” “Fucking hot.” Felix rubbed his fingers all around his hole. Between his index finger and thumb, Logan held a shard of T. He spit on it, keeping it between them, and nodded for Felix to spit on it. “Against that wall.” Logan forcefully ordered. Felix leaned forward and slowly pulled his shorts down. “Eager little faggot… I fuckin’ love that.” Logan felt his throbbing cock urge him to just shove it in. Rape the faggot, he thought, but gave in to another urge. Felix closed his eyes, waiting for the burn of the shard, but then he felt something else. Logan’s mouth, his tongue pushing against his hole. He cried out in surprise, then moaned random words from how good it felt. Logan went wild at how good Felix’s hole was. He spit on it and pushed his face hungrily into it. “This pussy… oh my god.” “You like my pussy, Papi?” Logan sucked at it and pulled his mouth away. “This pussy…,” he sucked at it again, “right here…” He wildly ate Felix, the moans only making him get sloppier. He spit on it one more time. “This pussy tastes so good. I like it a lot. Don’t get me obsessed with it now.” Felix pouted. “But, why?” He pushed his hole out, then felt a wet hand on his ass, then the burn of the shard Logan pushed into him. He let out a loud moan but then held his breath when he suddenly felt Logan on him, his hand covering his mouth. “You don’t want me to answer that. ‘Cause if I do, I’m so fucking turned on by you, I might go to a really dark place. Twisted things happen to little faggots if I do.” Felix pushed his ass against Logan’s pre-cum-dripping cock Logan slid his hand from Felix’s mouth to his neck. Felix, in a soft voice, said, “Maybe I’m a little faggot who needs twisted things to happen to him.” He pushed back on the rock-hard cock, lining it up to slide between his cheeks. Logan gripped Felix tightly and lined the head of his dick against his hole. “Careful what you ask for, Felix.” He rubbed his pre-cum on Felix and started to push the tip in. Felix held still, his hole relaxed. “Put it in me. Please. Logan, please. I need your big white cock inside of me.” He pushed a little bit more. “Yeah? Is that what you need? A big white cock to put you in your place? Fucking whore. You’re so high and hungry for it.” Felix begged for it. Logan pulled Felix back to look at him. “Just be a good spun little slut who’s ready for my boys, okay? My faggots would do anything for me and my boys.” “I’ll do anything,” Felix said, with daring confidence. Logan was silent as he looked at Felix. Then, he said softly, “Open your mouth.” He spit inside Felix’s open mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Felix did, and as he was about to close it, Logan barked, “Hold it there.” Then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it. Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He started kissing Logan, who started roughly kissing him back, almost giving in and starting to fuck Felix right then. He tightened his hand around Felix’s neck; Felix squirmed. Logan pulled away, fast, and slapped Felix’s face—firm but not too hard. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t kiss me like that. If you push me to get twisted…” Felix looked back, his eyes big, brown, and apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you.” “No, uh, it’s not like that,” Logan didn’t know how to explain. He looked at Felix, like meat and prize, “when i’m really high and I want something so fuckin bad… I gotta control myself… you’ll do anything, right?” Felix was curious to know how reckless and enticing he needed to be to get ‘twisted Logan’, his ultimate reward. “Anything.” Logan went to the door and just before he called his boys in, he looked at Logan and said, “Prove it.” [END OF PART ONE] Next up, Part 2 in Volume II

Had a couple of days off last week so decided I was going to get ass up and take some loads. Got off work on Sunday and decided to clean my hole and get ready for a few days of being a complete cumdump. Being the good cumslut I am, I have some of my own cum that I freeze to use as lube for my breedings. Mostly I keep it because breeders usually like a loaded hole so it’s more enticing to them. So as soon as my hole was ready I shoved some frozen shards of cum up my hole. The feeling is always shocking but soon I could feel the wetness in my hole it was making me really horny. So I got on Sniffies and posted my location and waited for the tops to hit me up. My update said “good boy cumdump dad looking for breeders to use his hole. Can be blindfolded if requested. Three loads in.” I also changed my Grindr profile to say “nut in me.” Grindr sucks nowadays due to all the bots and OF accounts, so I mostly get the loads I need from Sniffies. Donning my black jock and a vintage white cropped stussy jersey I am ready. LOAD 4 : First to hit me up was a blank profile that only sent a picture of a thick black cock. Yes please! Didn’t ask for any other pics and sent over my address. He needed to charge his phone so after about an hour he finally came over. I love waiting ass up poppers in hand til I hear my door downstairs open. He starts coming up the stairs so I hit my poppers hard and get ready. I don’t even look back at him, I love being just a hole for men to use, they are just a dick and load. I can hear him taking off this clothes and he dives in smelling and licking my hole. I definitely could smell the cum and he was loving every bit of it. After a couple of minutes, he grabs the lube on the nightstand and slowly slides into my hole. He had a good pace and came pretty quickly. Once he’s done, I turn around to get him a towel and he is really handsome. Tall, probably 6 feet, great smile and an oversized beanie he wore while he was seeding me. He gets my email so we can hookup again. One of my regulars, was hitting me up and wanted to bring his big dicked bf but at this point it’s about 230am and the Ubers are super expensive. Over the entire couple of days I keep telling him my load count but he doesn’t make it. Always a bummer. LOAD 5 : Next top is a bi 23 year old that I’ve talked to but never managed to hook up. He’s 5’8” and trim with a good size dick. Tell him I have three loads in my hole and if he wanted to be next. He was hanging with a friend but after about an hour he’s making his way up the stairs. Again poppers to the nose and he slides in and gets right to it. He’s a sweet lover, calling me dad, asking if I want his load. I’m a verbal bottom and will beg for a beating, give me your fucking cum boy. He loved tweaking my nipples as he was fucking me. My ass is definitely wet and loud, just the way I like it. He cums in about 10 minutes and gets up and takes off after some pleasantries. Stayed up for about another hour but only guys into partying were up and I don’t, so I decided to go to bed and set an alarm for 6am to see if I can get any loads from guys on their way to work. Slow morning with lots of chats but no takers so fell asleep a little bit. Had to get to work at 5 that night so was trying to get many more that. LOAD 6 : Blank profile hit me up, another bi guy, sends me a cock and torso pic and all looked good so I send over the address and he comes over promptly. Very good fuck, my hole is really talking at this point. He is a good kisser and is pounding me pretty deep. After about 15 minutes he seeds my hole and I can feel every burst of cum. Turn around as he’s getting his clothes back on and he is super hot. Filipino and my age (42), gorgeous smile and really fit bod. Damn. Hoping to see him again. LOAD 7 & 8 : Been talking to a handsome gay Korean guy that used to fuck me at my favorite defunct arcade (RIP Fat Cobra). He just recently moved from the burbs back into the city so after he finished some reports he heads on over. At this point it’s about 330 and time is running out. While we are chatting I get a message from a profile, 28yo, 6’4” black bi guy. He sends me two pics, one of his hard cock, and one of his torso. He definitely wants to be my 8th and final load of the day. Korean guy comes over and even though his cock is pretty average I can tell he really loves and has missed my hairy cum hole. I tell him I have another dude waiting outside so he pounds it out pretty quickly and is off. Tall black guy is in my apt within minutes of my friend leaving and he immediately starts eating out my well used hole. It’s wet and my jockstrap is drenched. He is by far the biggest cock of the session and he is reaching parts of me that hadn’t been hit yet. He is a great fuck and I feel so full and I can feel the cum sloshing around in me. I love it, being just a sloppy hole for alpha men to nut in. He fucks pretty quickly and he cums so hard. I can feel his cock pulsing in me, definitely like 8 or 9 times. He pulls out and says that there is a pool of cum in my jock strap. I turn around and he is gorgeous. Stunning smile, tall and fit. He uses a scorer so he puts on his 5 layers and he’s out. I have enough time to hop in the shower and get to work. Next part of the adventure coming soon….

Took part in a horse fair event. I chose bare, because if I'm already slutting out, then I'll do it properly. I was wearing a blindfold, so I didn't see any of the stallions, and thus it was hard for me to count how many had been inside me. I do remember one of the stallions stood out, because he fucked me halfway through, and his dick still gave me trouble. He made it fit, but man, it was a wild ride! Funny thing: A friend of mine was actually there as a stallion and recognized me. Still keeps telling me how much he enjoyed watching me getting different dicks in me. XD

I much prefer getting fucked when I am naked or dressed in a jock or thong and not dressed like a woman. If a guy wants to fuck a feminized guy, why doesnt he just fuck an actual woman? I want to feel masculine but it doesnt matter what I want.

God I wish I could swap places with Kenny and get stuck in that door hole getting fisted and ruined before Harmon abducts me and turns me into his mindbroken pregnant toy

Something about those country boys I'll tell you. All natural with nothing to do but think about the next time. So much fun and so primal.

Part 4 I collapsed into the plastic green chair, it’s smooth surface cold against my skin. I was still breathing heavy and stretched my sore legs. There was porn playing on the screen, but I only half watched. My mind was reeling from the encounter I’d just had. I’d never been fucked like that — I kinda felt like a porn star for a little while. It had been work to hold that position, and my ass had taken an amazing pounding. I’d been fucked before, but not like that. I sat there pulling myself together. Exhausted. But still horny. How could I be horny after that? My cock was standing up straight, and I absently tugged at it thinking about what just happened. I had another stranger’s load in me. Why did I let that happening was t safe. I know nothing about him. Was he poz? What if he was? What had I done? I need to go. This place isn’t good for me. My mind was racing nearly as fast as my heart was. The thought of my bare feet on the sticky floor was suddenly repulsive, and I couldn’t even think about what stuff from the floor was now sticking to my arms and legs after being fucked down there. I stretched my leg out and grab one flip flop with my foot, sliding it closer. Then I pulled the second one closer, slipped into them and stood up. I teetered a bit, lightheaded from the pounding I’d just taken. My cock twitched at the thought. The porn caught my eye. Three guys fucking on screen. I should be done here, but damn these guys were hot. My cock twitched again and I started to stroke myself slowly. I hadn’t cum, and I was starting to feel horny again. Watching the video, I didn’t catch the sound right away. Finally it registered. Tapping. I looked around, confused by what I was hearing. And then I saw the window to my left. I had forgotten about the windows between booths. Through the window I could see a beautiful cock, thick and hard, being stroked. It was pointing at me. Fuck! Was that screen open the entire time? Had he seen what just happened? A cold chill ran through me. I need to leave. NOW! My body didn’t budge. Instead my hand kept stroking my cock. And through the window, he was doing the same. Who was that? I bent over to try to get a look at his face. It was hard to make out from the harsh angle and dim lighting, but I suddenly recognized the shirt. This was the guy I had walked by a couple times earlier, the one who didn’t even look up at me. But now I had his attention. He was standing, facing the window, stroking for me to see his big cock. And it was really hot looking. My horniness intensified. He sat down again, bending forward so his face appeared in the upper half of the window. He was giving my body a hard look. I felt very exposed, still naked, my athletic physique on display. It was weird to be looked at like this, but I also felt very sexy all of a sudden. I looked back the video, which had changed over. The guy in the video was stroking himself, running one hand over his body for the camera. I started to do the same. I looked back toward the window; he was staring intently at me. I stroked my cock slowly, letting him see its length, and I ran the other hand over my chest. Fuck, my pecs were hard and felt really good. I felt sexy. He tapped the window again and this his hand motioned me to come closer. Does he want me? I didn’t move from the spot I was standing in. I couldn’t. But I also didn’t stop stroking for him. He didn’t motion again right away, but after a minute he did, this time tapping his cock against the glass. This time my body moved a bit closer. I looked back the video. The model was still stroking, but now he was sitting in a chair, lifting his legs and fingering his hole. I’d never seen anyone do that. There was something very hot about that. I had a sudden urge, but I hesitated. I looked back at the real cock on the other side of the glass. Without thinking, I turned around and showed him my ass. I only last a few seconds before I got nervous and turned around again. His hand was motioning me to come closer, and I stepped up to the window, the glass the only thing keeping our cocks from touching. Everything happened very quickly from there. His cock disappeared from the window. I leaned down and saw him putting it inside his pants, zipping up. Had he shot his load? Looked like he was leaving. I was disappointed and kinda angry he was leaving. But then my door opened and he stepped inside. He was like a boulder rolling into the room, confident energy that nothing was going to stop him. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he pulled out his cock, waggling it for me to see. He was rock hard. I dropped to my knees right then and there. I went right down on him, showing my inexperience with a cock this size, but he didn’t mind. He just growled happily. “That’s it, boy. That’s what you wanted. Suck daddy’s cock.” I worked the head of his cock, not certain how much I could take. He would push his cock forward, but I would back up to avoid having it go deeper than I could handle. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, pushing me onto his dick as he thrust forward. My face was buried in his pubes; I gagged, but he didn’t care. He held my head there, his cock choking me. I sputtered and tried to breathe but couldn’t. “That’s it, boy. Relax your throat. Relax it.” Then he released me. I gasped for breath, but he was back in my mouth again, both hands grabbing the sides of my head, and he began to fuck my mouth. No one had ever done this. I was overwhelmed and mindlessly captivated at the same time. “There you go, boy. Get that big cock nice and slippery.” I grasped the base of his cock so he wouldn’t force it all into my mouth again. I started working his head and first few inches of his shaft with my mouth. It was sloppy, but he was growling with satisfaction. He reached down and touched my hole, his fingers roughly probing. “Nice,” he growled. “He did put his load in there. I didn’t expect that from you, boy.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started tucking it away again. “Let’s go down the hall.” I awkwardly stood up; he didn’t offer to help me. I started to follow him out of the room, still naked. “You should put your shorts on. Things are fairly open here, but there are still cameras around.” I slipped on my shorts and tank top, then followed him down the hallway, turned the corner, and turned again into the furthest hallways. I hadn’t been back here yet. There were a couple guys hanging in the hallway, but fewer rooms. He lead me to the very end. We stepped into a dark booth at the end of the hall. It was much larger than the others I’d seen. There was only a long bench and a small TV hanging in the corner. The bench was just plywood covered with carpet. He closed the door. He roughly stripped me again. Then pulled his pants down past his knees, his shirt still hanging open. I noticed a tattoo on his left hand pec. It looked familiar, a kind of swirl design. I wondered if it was an Asian symbol, but that didn’t seem right. I’d seen it before, but couldn’t place it. He spun me around, then pushed me into a kneeling position on the bench. I felt like an action figure being posed and played with. He was behind me, and then I felt his tongue start to probe my hole.. He growled again as he spread my ass open, and his tongue went deeper. “Fuck, boy. There’s a full load in there. Tastes toxic. Was he toxic?” I wasn’t sure what he was was asking. “I don’t know.” He growled. “You didn’t ask?” “I don’t think we talked.” “You’re full of surprises. I thought you were some uptight preppy Twink when I first saw you. I don’t have time for that bullshit. But turns out you’re a hot little pig boy.” I wasn’t sure what to think about what he was saying. I didn’t totally get it. And being called a pig wasn’t really something that was turning me on. But the his tongue went back into my hole, probing it, sending electric shocks through my body. I let out a moan. He slapped my ass. “Fucking hot boy. Fucking hot body. Wanting more cock. You ready for more cock, boy?”Nerves suddenly froze any response I was going to give. “Tell me, boy. Tell me you want daddy’s cock.” He slapped my ass. That snapped my nervousness and I yelped. His fingers massaged my hole, and I automatically started grinding back against them, hoping they would slide inside me. I felt cold glass under my nose; “Inhale. That’s it. Take another hit of the poppers like a good pig boy. I did as I was told. My body filled with at that amazing rush of heat, and felt my heart banging inside me. He grabbed my short ginger-blonde hair and pulled my head up. “Tell daddy what you want. Tell me you want my toxic cock inside your hot fucking body.” My body was aching for it. I lifted my ass up higher in the air for him to see. I felt like my body looked hot. He slapped his cock against my ass and my head exploded. “Please, daddy,” I panted desperately. “Please I want your toxic cock.”

Chapter 4. I had run all the way to the hotel from the sauna. Even though I had spent time showering, I wasn’t exactly feeling fresh, and I knew I was still leaking seed from my freshly-bred hole. I couldn’t remembered the last time I had cum so much, or taken so much cum, in one afternoon. Seeing my two closest coworkers chumming with the burly top made my cock stir. He nodded at me and openly groped his crotch. His tight slacks couldn’t hide his juicy uncut cock snaking down his left thigh. He kept brushing his hand across his cock while staring at me. My boss, Sam noticed and cleared his throat, then introduced me, joking, ‘It seems like you two may have already met…’ My jaw dropped, embarrassed at what he was implying, and knowing he was right. My cock sprung fully back to life, straining against my trousers. My other colleague, Bryan, realized that there was tension in the air and suggested we head to dinner. I asked if they minded waiting a few more minutes for me to change and freshen up. I wanted to rinse off, and to call my boyfriend to tell him how my time at the sauna had gone. The burly top nodded his assent and then followed me to the elevator. He looked over his shoulder at Bryan and Sam and said we would be right back. My coworkers seemed shocked, as if they knew he was going to follow me upstairs and breed me, again. As soon as the elevator doors closed, his paws were down the back of my pants fingering my dripping hole. He had a wet spot of precum on his trouser leg by the time we were close to my room. I fumbled with the keycard and opened the door. He stood there with his hands on his hips smiling at me. I shucked off my clothes and was half-mortified, half-thrilled to realize there was a giant wet crack in my pants. Sam and Bryan must have noticed as I walked away from them. They must have known I spent the afternoon taking loads… The burly top, whose name I still didn’t know, bent me over the bed and ate out my sloppy hole. His bristly blond mustache felt so good on my used puffy ass. I reached for my phone with one hand and video-called my boyfriend. In the screen, I could see my boy on his chest, with a blurry torso moving back and forth. He was taking cock, almost certainly raw, while I was leaking fresh seed into this hunk’s mouth. He grunted and smiled, ‘I see you’re having a good time. You taking loads?’ I nodded. The hunk laid on top of me as he fished out his hefty uncut cock from the fly of his pants, and slid it effortlessly into me. I moaned and nodded an affirmative. The hunk took the phone from me, leaving it on, and put it on the bedside table. In a thick continental accent, he growled, ‘It’s dangerous to fuck raw. You might catch something…’ My boy sounded delighted as whoever was fucking him started cursing in Spanish. I knew what ‘cholo’ and ‘puta’ meant… My hunk fired off his second load into me and pulled off. He signaled to the bathroom for me to shower and then started making smallt alk with my boyfriend as he took that dick. I rinsed off as quickly as I could and tried to force out as much of his toxic cum as possible. I realized that I still had on my yellow bracelet, and decided to leave it on. I hurriedly got dressed and saw the hunk sitting on my bed looking at my phone. ‘I watched your boyfriend get bred… He’s taking a new cock now, probably toxic… Nice that you both take loads…’ He grinned at me as I finished getting dressed. We got back to the lobby together and I saw Sam and Bryan chatting at the dimly-lit lobby bar. I saw Sam gently stroking Bryan’s hand, like they were flirting. I realized that the only thing that made me even notice the discreet gesture was that Sam was wearing a yellow bracelet that matched mine. The blond hunk saw it too and chuckled. ‘Your office must be full of sluts,’ he whispered. Silently, he walked up behind Sam and aligned his crotch against Sam’s ass. Sam melted into him and Bryan winked at me. I knew it was going to be an interesting night… To be continued…

Part 2... I rose early, before my boy got up, and packed a small bag with our bathing suits, our toothbrushes, and not much else, and stuffed it into my briefcase, hoping to make a discreet exit mid-day. I got to work and made sure all of the loose ends were tied up so we could leave when Jack was ready, and head home to pick up my boy. To my surprise, just before noon, my boy walked through my door. He was wearing short tight jeans and a net t-shirt, completely out of place in a buttoned-up business office. “Jack picked me up on his way into the office this morning. I've been, erm, entertaining the stud in the mailroom for a while. Hope we weren't too noisy...” He reached his hand into the cuff of his shorts, and I knew he was fingering his hole, no doubt wet with yet another man's cum. “Ready to go?” So much for a discreet exit... I picked up my briefcase and followed my cumslut boy out of the office. All of the prudish secretaries looked at us both. I was embarrassed but turned on knowing they all knew my dirty little secret now... Jack was waiting by his fancy SUV, still in suit and tie. “Mind if your boy rides in front?” “Front or back, I'm sure he'll be happy to ride anywhere.” I threw my briefcase in the back as my boy climbed in the front. I sat in the back, watching as my boss rested his man-paw in my boy's crotch as he started the care and drove us on our way. I dozed on and off as we made our way out of the city. I awoke an hour later, not surprised to see my boy leaning across the truck and gulping down my boss's cock. I'll never know how Jack managed to keep us on the road. Jack's breathing became more and more shallow and I knew he was close. My boy's head kept bouncing up and down, faster and faster until Jack's hand forced it all the way down onto his cock, grunting and filling my boy's mouth with his seed. “We're off to a good start,” he chuckled as my boy sat back up, licking the slime off his face. A short while later, we arrived at Jack's sprawling oceanfront house. Chet and Sam must have already arrived as there were two tiny sports cars in the driveway. We parked the truck as Jack's buddies both came outside to meet us, both wearing slim tight square-cut bathing suits that left little to the imagination. Chet and Sam were both Jack's age, late 40s or early 50s, and both in peak condition. Chet was shorter that Sam, and in great shape. He looked slightly asian, tan with dark hair and brown eyes. Sam was taller and beefier with a wide brown mustache. He could have been the Marlboro man. I couldn't help but notice that both had red plus signs tattooed beneath their navels. I sprung wood realizing that they both must be POZ. “Nice tatts,” I remarked. My boy was so high on lust that he couldn't even speak. “So what have you brought us this time,” Chet asked as he drunk my boy's body in with his eyes. Sam liked what he saw, licked his lips, and started pulling my boy's t-shirt over his head. Jack smiled, and introduced us to each other and led us inside. As soon as the door was closed, the guys were all over my boy, and I sprung a hard-on simply watching. It was almost as if I was invisible. Chet and Jack pulled my boys shorts down. There in the foyer, Chet swallowed my boy's cock as Sam started tonguing and fingering his hole. “Are you still neg?” Sam asked as he stood up and aimed his cock at my boy's quivering pucker. “Not if you can help it.” Chet led my boy over to the wall and helped his buddy line up his cock, ready to fuck my boy. Jack put his paws on my shoulders and slid up behind me. “You okay with this, man?” At that point, what could I say? I knew what we were getting ourselves into before getting in the car. I nodded. I could feel my mouth going dry as I watch Sam spit on his cock and slide it forcefully into my boy's bare hole. I shared my boy's hole with friends before, some bare, and I'm sure some of them were POZ. I thought that the blond hunk in the truck last night was POZ from the way he described his HOT load, but didn't know if my boy knew that when he was breeding him. Until now, I'd never witnessed him knowingly taking POZ cock. And he was loving it, bucking around. I saw Jack pull off his shirt and saw for the first time that he had a tattoo too. His was a red minus. He saw me looking. “We all had these done in college together. Chet and Sam have had theirs... altered, shall we say, since then...” He grabbed my hand and led it tracing down his pecs and abs and over below his navel, circling it around his tattoo and then down to his cock. I jerked him a bit before lowering myself to my knees and swallowing his manhood, a cock that had seeded my boy's hole the night before. I've always been proud of my oral abilities and swallowed Jack down without a gag. “Ummm. Nice. You're almost as talented as your boy here. Sure am glad you're here.” Jack ran his fingers through my hair before lifting me up. “That's nice, but you're missing the show. You gotta watch this.” He turned me around to see Sam hammering his cock away at my boy's bare hole. He pulled away and Chet took his place, slamming in deeply and driving away. Chet fucked my boy as Sam and Jack jerked each other. Chet was leaning forward, kissing my boy's ear and neck as my boy did all he could to keep upright against the wall. “Deeper. I need it deeper. I need your POZ cock DEEPER!” Chet pulled out and took my boy's hand, leading him into the living room. Chet waved his hand over the sofa. It was nice white leather, conveniently already covered with a beach towel. “We're prepared. Wouldn't want to stain the upholstery. Sit down guys. We're going to play PASS THE CUMSLUT.” The sofa easily fit Chet, Sam, Jack, and me, our thighs pressing against each other. My boy climbed onto Chet's lap and sat right down on his cock. He bounced up and down a few times before pulling off and sitting on Sam's dick. My boy's cock was boucing all over, drooling clear sap. Jack leaned over and took his cock in his mouth, sucking all of his sweet juices into his mouth and then spitting it onto his fingers and then working them up his own ass. My boy pulled up off of Sam and sat right down on Jack's cock. Jack had his hands all over my boy's tight body and then his bouncing cock. As my boy fucked up and down, his dick was fucking Jack's hand, bringing him close to orgasm. “Fuck yeah, boy, give me that load!” My boy came in spurts all over his chest and Jack's hand. My boy pulled off and Jack spun him around and licked up what might be one of my boy's last NEG loads. Jack fingering my boy's load into his own hole as he watched the sex happening around him. My boy moved down the line, and finally showed me some attention. Facing me, he rode my cock for a minute or so, before whispering in my ear. “Sorry, but I need their loads. They've got something you can't give me... yet...” My boy kissed me hard as he pulled up and went back to the front of the line, sitting on Chet's lap again. Jack continued to jerk off, working his ass with his cummy fingers. Chet was close, and it was only a few thrusts before he was shooting his toxic load into my boy's ass. Dutifully, my boy pulled off and cleaned off Chet's dick, licking and slobbering all over his crotch, tracing the red plus sign with one hand as he fingered his puffy used hole with the other. He then moved onto Sam, facing him as he mounted his monster cock. Sam lasted longer than Chet had before adding his own dirty load to my boy's hole. Like Chet, my boy cleaned and worshipped his POZ cock, paying special attention to his tattoo before climbing onto Jack's dick. “Help a boy out,” Jack grunted at me. I stood up not knowing how to help. “He's already too loose for me. Fuck him with me!” I squatted between Jack's thighs and aimed my drooling dick at my boy's hole. I clumsily worked my dick inside next to Jack's. I could feel the guy's POZ cumloads dripping down my cock and onto my balls. The thought of my boy willingly taking all of that toxic cum sent shockwaves through my body, and I came alongside Jack's cock. The added lube sent Jack over the edge as well and he sent a bucketload of spooge deep inside my boy's hole. Four loads in my boy, half of them POZ, and it wasn't even dinner time. We cleaned up, saw the rest of the house, and headed upstairs for a brief nap. When I woke up, the clock read 6:00. The mattress beside me was cold and my boy was gone. I stumbled downstairs and out onto the deck, appreciating the ocean view before hearing grunting and splashing. I found everyone in the hot tub, my boy's ass full of Chet's POZ cock and his mouth full of Sam's. I knew it was going to be a long night. To be continued...