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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.

My young stud asked if he could bring a friend. Silly question hehe!! I don't mind he's a bit rough? Of course not. OMFG! They were trying outdo the other! Friend sort of said his Pussy Pounder was going to wreck my Daddy cunt. He did his best but I have been around the block haha!!! The rough fuck and the filthy talk only made me hornier. Got 5 loads from the two of them. Friend pumping 2 in my ass and one down my throat. Bliss! Following his friend's example my young stud started talking dirty too. Afterwards I told him he can do that more often. It was a big turn-on 😉

Last Request When I realized I was gay back in the late 1990s and told my wife Beth, she was very understanding. We had an amicable divorce. A striking, short-haired brunette with large brown eyes, Beth would have no trouble finding someone new. Soon she reunited with Mark, an old lover, and within a year they were married. I was soon enjoying my new gay lifestyle, with a series of boyfriends. I soon found that I was a pure bottom and I began to date older and more masculine men. I was very careful to practice safe sex, this being the era before PrEP. Beth and I remained close. I slipped naturally into the role of gay best friend. It was such a stereotype but I still helped her pick out clothes. I would regale her with tales of my latest sexual adventure with some new guy, including my random hook-ups. She said I needed to find someone and settle down. A registered nurse, Beth took a job in a hospital AIDS ward. She told me about her patients and asked me to visit them since many had been abandoned by their former lovers and families. Having become an AIDS activist myself after coming out, I was glad to visit my brothers in distress. I spent hours talking to men suffering advanced symptoms and was deeply saddened when several of them died. When I arrived one day to visit, Beth brought me into her office and said, “Andy, I have a big favor to ask of you. Eric, one of my patients, is nearing the end. He asked that he be given a chance to make love to one more man before he goes. He’s very sweet. I was hoping you would agree.” It struck me as an odd request, but it also seemed like the caring thing to do. I was committed to helping in any way I could. Besides, I had never been able to say no to Beth. Eric had been moved to a private room. She assured me we would not be disturbed. I knocked and entered. The window shades were down and the light was dim. Eric greeted me warmly. “You must be Andy,” he said. He turned on the lamp at the bedside. I could see his gaunt face and sunken eyes. He was clearly a very sick patient. “Beth told me about you. You’re just as cute as she said.” “Did she say anything else?” “She said you’re a bottom and like to play around. I think she used the word ‘slut.’” I blushed but did not disagree. “She’s not wrong,” I said. “Let me show you, Eric.” I unbuttoned my shirt. Then I shed my clothes as I crossed the room, and by the time I was at his bedside I was stark naked, with my modest cock sticking straight out. I could see the lust in Eric’s eyes. “Oh, god,” he said. “It’s been so long.” I peeled back the top sheet and found Eric to be just as bare. His face, though drawn and pale, was still handsome. Before the disease had ravaged his body, he must have had his pick of men to fuck. Now, though, he was emaciated and his skin was marked with sores. And then there was his cock, already fully erect. It stood up, thick and long, with protruding veins. I could see bit of precum glistening at the tip. “Are you sure you want to do this, Andy? I don’t have any condoms.” I really hadn’t thought about the risk until this moment, but I didn’t care. Eric needed me and Beth had asked me to let him make love one last time. I bent down and kissed him deeply. I felt his hand stroke and then clamp onto my butt cheek. His grip was surprisingly firm. Then, as our tongues danced together, I felt his index finger probe my tight hole. I grunted softly with pleasure as it slipped inside me. I offered no resistance. I understood what he wanted and I had promised Beth I would make a dying man happy. I climbed onto the bed, straddling Eric with my ass pointed toward his face. I tasted his cock, gently licking the head before opening my mouth and throat to take him deep. “Oh, yes, baby. You do know how to suck cock,” he muttered. Eric leaned forward and began to lick my hole. I love it when my top gets me ready by rimming me, and Eric used his tongue like a pro. Soon he had me moaning around his cock. He paused and I heard him pick up something in a tube. It was lube. He began to apply it to my ass. We both knew what was coming next. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Eric declared. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking permission. I had come to his room and that counted as consent. I pivoted on the bed so our faces were close. Then I reached behind me to guide the tip of his cock into my waiting hole. I slowly lowered myself onto the intruder. I felt the usual stinging, burning sensation that signals the first penetration and waited for my sphincter to relax. In a few moments I opened to Eric’s cock, the burning giving way to that wonderful warmth and fullness that tells me I have taken my lover within me. I kissed him again, more passionately. His hands, still surprisingly powerful, gripped my hips as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. Eric paused and told me to get on all fours. I lifted myself off his cock. I felt suddenly empty and realized how much I needed him inside me. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks, then the tip of his cock against my hole, and finally the head enter me. One slow, long, delicious thrust took him past my prostate and sent me to heaven. I gasped at the intense sensation. I turned my head and our eyes met. “I love how your cock feels inside me, Eric,” I murmured, like a true cock whore. “You’re so big.” His strong hands gripped my hips, giving him leverage. He grunted in my ear, lost in his own pleasure. I thought I might well be the last man he ever fucked, and felt a tear in my eye. I could feel his thrusts becoming more urgent and sensed he was close. Then I heard someone enter the room. I guessed it was Beth. Eric never paused fucking me. “Tell me what you want slut,” he ordered. I was embarrassed that my ex-wife was watching us. I replied quietly, “I want you to cum inside me.” “I can’t hear you, Andy. Neither can Nurse Beth. Tell us what you want.” I looked back at him, then directly at my ex-wife. “I want you to breed me, Eric.” Her eyes widened. “No, you cunt. Tell us what you really want.” “I want your AIDS!!!” I said loudly enough to be heard in the hall. Beth stared intently at me, her expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. One final pause, a deep guttural release of sexual tension from Eric’s throat, then rapid thrusts deep within me. I felt the warmth as his cum filled my ass. He had exhausted himself with the exertion of breeding me and collapsed on my back. I lay down on my belly and he lay atop me, breathing heavily. I turned my head and he gave me a deep fuck kiss that went on and on. We both looked again at Beth. I saw she was holding a small packet in her hand. She said softly, “Andy, I realized after you came into the room that you might need a condom. I guess I was wrong.” “Yeah, Beth, your faggot ex-husband wanted my toxic load as much as I wanted to give it to him. I don’t have long but maybe my poz babies will grow inside him. Especially if we go another round or two.” Beth continued to stare at us, now with a strange smile on her face. “Andy, I didn’t mean for you to do something reckless, but that we just so beautiful to watch. I am so glad we could do this for Eric. Andy, it was so wonderful of you to make Eric’s last wish come true. I hope you’ll let him fuck you and cum inside you again.” She soon left and I spent the rest of the night in his arms. He fucked me twice more. The effort drained his strength. When I left the next morning, he could barely say goodbye. A little of his cum dribbled from my ass, leaving a wet spot in my underwear. A few days later, Beth called me to tell me Eric had died. We both cried. Then a couple of weeks later the fuck flu hit me. She helped nurse me through it. Sick as I was, I was also happy to be carrying Eric’s babies. One day, after I recovered, Beth called me. “Andy, I was wondering if you would do me another favor. I have another patient who is getting close to the end. He has a special request….” “Of course,” I answered. “I’ll be there in an hour.” Like I said, I could never say no to her.

Chapter 1 – The Setup Where the fuck am I? Zak and I had spent a wild weekend together a few weeks ago. We were smoking and bumping T and got lots of different things into each other’s hole. While we were talking during a break, I shared my fantasy about being abducted and taken to a place where I had to submit to multiple men. It seems he took me seriously since shortly after I showed up at his place for another session, a masked guy came in, put a bag over my head, pulled me out, and shoved me into the back seat his car. I was forced (OK, maybe forced is too strong a word) to suck another guy’s dick while we were driven to another destination. His cock was thick, but not that long. It was nice since I could easily accommodate him in my mouth, sucking down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes. His cock pumped out a steady stream of precum that I happily swallowed. I massaged his hairy balls while I was sucking him and felt down to his hairy hole. He pushed his legs together though, preventing me from going any further. I kept sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He was moaning, I was moaning, and then he blew his load down my throat right before we arrived at our destination. Next, I heard the car door opening and was dragged out of the car. They cut off my shorts and ripped off the t shirt I was wearing. I was naked, except for my flip flops, somewhere with people I didn’t know. My cock started to plump up at the excitement of this, prompting one of them to grab it while saying, “That’s not gonna be needed now.” Then, one of them forced my cock into a cage and locked it in place. “Walk!” I was led into a building of some sort. It seemed that we were in a sort of industrial space since I could sense a high ceiling and lots of open space around us. I heard a roller door close. Even with the bag on my head, some light got through and I was now adjusting to the surroundings. I smelled a spicy, grassy smell and thought maybe were in a warehouse that processed herbs of some sort. They walked me across the floor, feeling my hairy ass and occasionally slapping it as we went. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” one of them commented. There were some grunts of assent, and I figured out that there were at least three other guys there. Maybe one of them was Zak, but I know it wasn’t his cock I had sucked, and I didn’t think he was the driver. We stopped walking and they turned me around. “Get in the sling.” I felt behind me and found a leather sling, ready and waiting for me. It’s tough to get into a sling when you can’t really see but I just went with it and laid back into it. Someone grabbed my foot and placed each one in a stirrup. I was naked, cock caged, spread open in a sling, in a room with guys that I didn’t know. My heart was pounding, more from excitement than fear, but it was weird to have no idea what was going to happen. One of the guys started rubbing my ass and hole. I instinctively moved down a little in the sling to open my ass for him. I heard him chuckle when I did that, then felt him starting to add lube to my ass. He must have been using Slam Dunk or something like that since it felt like chunks of lube being shoved in my hole. He was also smearing the lube all around my ass and hole. I reached down to spread my ass even more, but he slapped my hands away, telling me that my ass was in their hands and I was to keep my hands away from it. I heard the click of the torch and the bubbling sounds as he prepared some T. I could smell the acrid scent as the chemicals melted and then a cloud was blown into my face. I eagerly inhaled. “Don’t worry, pig. We’re gonna get you flying high.” They forced me to take a couple of hits off the bubbler. Again, forced might be too strong a word, but they were in control of my intake, and I was going to go along with whatever they wanted. I was well into the clouds when I felt some fingers penetrate my hole. The accompanying burning sensation told that they were giving me a booty bump too. My ass was becoming needy now and I wanted something in it besides a few fingers. I was handed a rubber tube with a nozzle at the end that I was told connected to a bottle of poppers. Whenever they told to me to inhale from it, I was to put the nozzle in my nose and breathe in. Poppers mixed with T would make my ass even more receptive to whatever was coming my way, and I was happy to comply to this. The burning had stopped and someone was playing with my hole. He was circling it with his well lubed fingers, sometimes sticking one or two fingers in and rubbing them around. I was enjoying the feelings and began to pulse my hole on his fingers. “This fucker is ready for more.” Soon, I felt something larger than a finger at my hole. It wasn’t a cock so it must be a dildo. I only hoped they would start out with something I could comfortably take since I had the sense that my ass was about to be seriously worked over. The dildo was dragged up and down the crack of my ass, grazing over my yearning hole. Each time it passed near my opening, I would flex my ass, trying to capture it in my ass. Soon, the guy placed the head of the toy at my entrance and began to push. The initial insertion was easy. My ass and the dildo were both well lubed and my hole was needy. It became apparent that this toy got thick quickly as I felt my hole expand around it as it was pushed into me. The guy driving the dildo knew what he was doing, pausing occasionally and sometimes twisting it around in my ass as he plunged ever deeper into me. This toy must be long since it felt like he had inserted a lot into me when he stopped pushing and just let the dildo sit inside my ass. The pulsing of my ass muscles made it move up and down and let great feelings course through my tunnel. Then, he began to pull it back. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he moved the toy, rotating and shaking it as he moved. He’d pulled it out almost all the way out when he abruptly shoved it in deep again. I moaned and spread my ass more. He chuckled and said, “I think he’s primed for you.” With that, he pulled the toy out. I immediately felt a hand at my ass, feeling around my hole and poking some fingers in. Two became three, three became four, and then I felt his thumb circling my hole. It stopped as he flexed it back into his hand and then his whole hand was sliding into me. Fuck, I love getting fisted. I love anything to do with ass – mine or another guys. Touching, stroking, rimming, fucking, fingering. But fisting is a special treat. When you get fisted, you’re literally opening yourself up to another guy. When you’re doing the fisting, it is so intense to feel the other guy’s heartbeat with your hand. It is a profound and amazing experience. This guy slid his hand into my ass up to his wrist. He just held his hand there for a while so that I could get used to the sensation. Occasionally, he’s twist and turn it, but he was taking it easy on my ass. Then, he growled “Poppers” at me. I grabbed the tube, put the plugs in my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.

I got two loads yesterday. One at a local park, by the industrial area, after work. Younger worker guy with a fat cock. He had fucked me a few days ago, but pulled out before he blew his huge load - a bit of a waste. This time he fucked me for about 10 minutes and blew his load in me, I could feel the cock pulses real good. Then I went out for a burger with some mates. On the way home, I went to the good night time park, there were few guys there milling about, but not really playing. I took a position leaning on my favourite, strong wooden fence, by the ravine and lubed up my hole. It was really dark, I could barely see anything. It was a night when you need to know the trails. A dude walked down the path and just reached out to feel my rock hard cock, I had it out and was stroking. I returned the favour and he was wearing long-john pants and a sweatshirt. I felt his cock through the bulging material. He flopped out his cock, he went from soft to hard in a minute, a good length and medium thickness, we stroked each other for a minute. I pushed down by track pants, and turned so he could access my hole, when he found it was lubed and wet, he pushed me into position against the fence, and he pushed his cock in. He got to the fucking in no time, he just got faster, harder and deeper over about five minutes. He huffed and grunted a bit, I told him to blow his load in me, I knew he was close. His cock was doing great work, getting me worked up and I was stroking my cock while he was fucking and he blew in me while I was blowing my load. I walked back down the trail to my truck, spent, with a load in my ass for the drive home.

Yeah, I think in this respect the internet sux, but all new toilet blocks here are genderless individual cubicles now no urinals. When I had my first job, with a lot of driving, there was basically a spot in every town (or half the urinals in the city) where every time I would stop to take a piss, there would be some dude to jack me off or blow me (which is what I wanted at the time), peep holes and glory holes everywhere. Now there are just a few spots, mostly parks, but I give or get a raw load or two every other time I stop by. I am giving or getting more cum in my ass than ever, but mostly the apps are 90% talk and 10% action.

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!

Chapter1 - The Dallas heat was a physical presence, pressing down on the manicured lawns of the Preston Hollow neighborhood. Inside the sprawling, glass-walled house that served as his home, Geoff felt a familiar, restless energy. It had been a month since graduation, a month since the state championship trophy was placed on the mantle, and the accolades already felt like relics from someone else’s life. At eighteen, he was a king without a kingdom, his body a coiled spring of muscle and ambition with nowhere to direct it. He found his father and uncle by the pool, two mirror images of masculine perfection. Nate, his father, was on a lounge chair, scrolling through his phone, the sharp lines of his suit from a morning meeting replaced by the relaxed ease of designer swim trunks. Brandon, his uncle, was in the water, executing a flawless, powerful butterfly stroke that cut the turquoise surface like a knife. They were identical twins, both forty-one, both devastatingly handsome with the same dark hair, square jaws, and powerful builds honed by their respective professions. Nate’s power was financial, a quiet, commanding authority; Brandon’s was physical, a vibrant, kinetic energy that had always drawn Geoff in. “Get in here, you lazy punk!” Brandon called, shaking water from his hair like a dog. “Your old man’s going to turn into a fossil over there.” Nate didn’t look up from his phone. “I’m managing our portfolio, not turning into a fossil. There’s a difference. It involves making money, something you two should consider.” Geoff laughed and dove in, the cool water a shock against his sun-warmed skin. The three of them fell into their familiar rhythm of roughhousing. It was a language they spoke fluently, a mix of wrestling holds, dunking contests, and verbal jabs. Geoff, the state champion, was a formidable opponent, but the combined strength and experience of the two men was overwhelming. They were a tangle of muscle and laughter, the water churning around them. Brandon would grab Geoff in a playful headlock, and Nate would join in to tickle his ribs until he gasped for air, surrendering with a splash. It was horseplay, but it was also intimacy, a way of touching and reaffirming their bond that was as natural as breathing. After nearly an hour, they collapsed onto the plush, sun-drenched lounge chairs, chests heaving. Nate, ever the provider, produced a bottle of expensive, coconut-scented tanning oil. “Alright, you animals. On your stomachs. You don’t want to burn.” Geoff and Brandon complied, lying side by side, their faces turned toward each other on the padded arms of the chairs. Nate knelt between them, pouring the cool oil into his palms. He started with Brandon, his strong hands working the oil into the broad expanse of his brother’s back, his movements practiced and efficient. Then he moved to Geoff. His touch was gentler on his son, a paternal caress that still carried the memory of rubbing sunscreen on a small boy at the beach. He worked his way down Geoff’s back, over the sculpted ridges of his wrestler’s lats, toward the small of his back. As his thumbs swept just above the waistband of Geoff’s black Speedo, they froze. Nate’s hands hovered for a second, then he leaned in closer, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What the hell is this?” he asked, his voice low. Geoff twisted his head to look back, a smirk playing on his lips. Brandon, propped on his elbows, watched his brother with an unreadable expression. Nate’s gaze was fixed on Geoff’s lower back, just inches above the stark white tan line. There, inked into the skin, was the unmistakable, stark symbol: a black and yellow biohazard trefoil. Without thinking, Nate’s eyes flicked to his brother, who was still lying on his stomach. He reached over and hooked a thumb into the waistband of Brandon’s Speedo, pulling it down just an inch. There it was. An identical mark. A perfect match. He sat back on his heels, the playful atmosphere evaporating, replaced by a sudden, sharp tension. The air felt thick. “Brandon?” Nate’s voice was tight, a mix of confusion and alarm. “Geoff? What is this? What is going on?” Brandon finally rolled over, sitting up. He looked at Nate, his expression calm, almost serene. He reached out and rested a hand on Geoff’s still-oiled back. “It’s a symbol, Nate. It’s about a choice. A community.” “What kind of community uses a symbol for toxic waste?” Nate shot back, his voice rising. He looked from his brother to his son, his face a mask of paternal concern. “Geoff, you’re eighteen. This is… this is permanent. What kind of influence is this?” He glared at Brandon, the accusation clear. Brandon stood up, his powerful body glistening in the sun. He looked down at his twin, his brother, his roommate. There was no anger in his eyes, only a profound certainty. “Stop worrying, Nate. It’s not what you think.” He paused, letting the weight of his next words land. “You want to know what it means? You want to understand?” He gestured towards the house with a nod of his head. “Then you need to come with us tonight. The Midtowne Spa. Everything will be revealed there.”

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.” ...

So horny. Needing it raw risky and ☣️

Sucked many men in an adult Video store this morning, I was literally there all morning until lunch time, lost count but id say at least 30 cocks and loads down my throat

Lunchtime yesterday sucked off a homeless guy in Walmart bathroom

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!

So last night he texted me if I could come over over his friend wants to fuck me again and their partying. So I got there as fast as I can. He let me in and in notime i was bent over the arm of the couch and both fucked me for a while.. two great loads

Here is a new version of Part 8. I realized that I did a shit job of proofreading the first version last night. I blame the wine. *** Freshman Project: Jason (Part 8, revised) After Blake had recovered from his orgasm, he picked Jason up and set him on the couch. “Stay right here, I’m going to get us more water,” he said. Jason had a goofy grin on his face as he watched Blake, his cock still hanging out the front of his spandex shorts, go grab two water bottles from over by the DJ both. The DJ leaned over and said something to Blake and looked back at Jason. Blake shook his head as he replied and then carried the bottles back to the couch, sitting down next to Jason. He opened one of the bottles then handed it to Jason, “Drink up.” Jason drank some water as he watched Blake dig into his hip pouch and pull out the small bag that had the ecstasy boosters. Blake popped one into his mouth then took a gulp from his bottle of water to wash it down. He held out the other tab to Jason, “Here, take this, it will help keep these feelings going until its time for us to head home.” “Yes, Sir,” said Jason. He grabbed the tablet and quickly swallowed it down with a gulp of water. Jason was still horny and turned on after the intense fuck that took his virginity as he was still rolling and the horny house music was pounding through his body. He looked into Blake’s lap and saw the cock that had taken his virginity and injected the first toxic load into his ass. He slid off the couch and positioned himself between Blake’s thighs, then looked up at his Master, his eyes full of need. “Please Sir, may I suck your cock?” Blake looked down at the cute young twink sitting between his knees. Just a few weeks ago he had been a repressed little recovering jesus freak and now he was his drugged up sex slave. Blake nodded then grabbed the back of the boy’s head, feeling his sweaty hair in his palm as he pulled the boy to his cock. Jason immediately buried his face into Jason’s crotch and started licking his lube and cum covered cock. He was rolling and didn’t care that the dick he was licking and nuzzling had just been in his ass. When he first left home for college he would have pretended to be disgusted at that fact, but now his inner pig had been released and he loved the fact he was tasting the his ass and Blake’s cum. He lost track of time as he licked and suck on Blake’s semi-hard cock. He was in his own little world that was only broken when he felt a finger start to rub up and down his ass crack. His awareness returned to him and realized there was someone kneeling on the ground next to him. “Welcome to the family brother, is it okay if I eat your ass and taste our Master’s cum?” said a voice next to him he could barely hear over the music. Jason pulled his mouth of Blake’s cock and turned to see Aiden’s face just a couple inches away from his own. A quick wave of regret passed through the freshly deflowered twink as he remembered how much he had hated the flamboyant fag when he first saw him. Over the last few weeks he realized the reason he hated Aiden was that he was envious of the obvious slut and jealous of how comfortable the boy was with everyone know he was a sex object for men to use. The MDMA was hitting him from the booster and all his past hatred, jealously, and envy was washed away with feelings of love. Aiden wasn’t someone to hate or fear, he was his brother in his newfound religion, they both had been baptized by their priest of lust with his toxic seed. He didn’t answer in words but leaned over and kissed Aiden. Their lips both parted and their tongues communicated their mutual lust to taste the traces of Blake’s cum that lingered in Jason’s mouth. “Good boys,” said Blake as he stroked both twinks’ heads as they made out with each other on the floor in front of him. Eventually the two teens broke their french kiss and Jason returned to sucking his cock as Aiden moved behind Jason and helped the boy onto all fours so the nineteen year old could get his tongue into the eighteen year old’s ass. Aiden alternated between tonguing the newest member of the family’s puffy hole and roughly sticking his finger into the boy’s ass, doing his best to scratch up the boy’s rectal walls to help Blake’s potent semen gain access to Jason’s bloodstream. At first Jason would give a little yelp and pull away, but eventually it dawned on the drugged up boy what Aiden was doing and why, so he stopped pulling away and pressed his ass back against Aiden’s finger whenever it entered him. Eventually he felt Aiden’s head banging against his butt as the finger and tongue disappeared. He took a moment to give his jaw a break and pulled off of Blake’s cock which had regained its full erect glory. He looked back to see what was happening. Aiden was on all fours behind him, his head pressed against Jason’s ass as the DJ was squatting behind Aiden, his hands around Aiden’s hips as he drove his cock in and out of Aiden’s ass. “Get up and sit on my cock,” commanded Blake as he gently hooked his hands under Jason’s armpits and pulled him up off the floor. Jason went to sit down facing Blake but the jock turned him around and had him sit with his back against his chest. “I want everyone to see you as you ride me and I want you to see everyone watching us,” said Blake his he lowered the boy down onto his erect nine and half inch cock. Jason, with Blake’s help, bounced up and down on his Master’s cock as he fondled his own still soft cock. The feeling of Blake’s hands on him along with his own hand on his limp dick, combined with the thick cock in ass was a sensory overload. He was feeling everything and nothing at the same time. He did as Blake asked and tried to focus on the crowd around them. The number of people in the loft had doubled since they first came up there. Most were busy having sex in their own little worlds, but some where looking his way, including Aiden who was right in front of him getting pounded doggy style by the DJ who had obviously put a prerecorded set of tracks on so he could enjoy the fun. Jason smiled at all the people watching him get fucked for the second time that night. The DJ was a probably a mid-twenties black guy with dreds. He was staring at Jason has he pounded Aiden with a dick from what brief glimpses Jason saw was probably just a little smaller than Blake’s. He felt’s Blake’s breath on his neck as the jock leaned forward, “Raymond asked if he could fuck you while I was getting us waters. I told him no and that he would have to make due with Aiden tonight. I love seeing my boys get fucked by other men, but I don’t want you getting fucked by anyone else until I make sure you’re pregnant with my sons coursing through your veins. You understand?” Blake emphasized the part by giving a particularly hard thrust up into Jason’s ass. Jason leaned back and let all his weight rest against Blake’s chest as he fucked up into him. Blake moved his hands from the boy’s hips and ran them over his sweaty stomach and chest. “Yes Sir, I am yours to command,” he said melted into his Master. “Now and forever,” said Blake into his ear. Raymond started grunting loudly as he unloaded into Aiden’s ass then pulled out, stood up, and returned to his turntables. Aiden crawled up and squeezed onto the couch next to Blake. The two kissed for a minute as Blake continued to bounce Jason on his lap. When they broke their kiss, Blake told Aiden, “Break’s over, time to get back to work.” “Yes Sir,” said Aiden as he got up off the couch, rearranged his clothes so we was presentable and started circulating through the crowd. Jason was too far gone to pay attention to anything other than the music and Blake’s cock in his ass so he didn’t realize that Aiden was quickly quite popular and many pills and small baggies exited his fanny pack to be replaced by wads of bills. Sometime later, Jason found himself on the dance floor with Blake holding his hips as they danced to the music. Jason was still completely naked and Blake’s cock was still hanging out of his shorts. He was definitely starting to feel like the high from the ecstasy was wearing off. He was starting to feel tired but not sleepy. He leaned into Blake. The older boy recognized that Jason was starting to come down. Without saying anything he led the boy off the dance floor and back to the coat check. Without saying much they got their street clothes back on and Blake packed up everything else into his backpack. They held hands as they headed to the waterfront and walked along it. They saw the Bay Bridge all lit up in lights and by the time the sun started to light up the eastern sky they made their way back to the train station and caught the first train of the morning south. They arrived back at Blake’s apartment a little after seven on Sunday. They had a quick rinse in the shower then lay in Blake’s bed smoking bowl after bowl of weed until they fell asleep cuddling together listing to mellow music.

I'd been hooking up with a lawyer guy (was strictly a top - he loved getting barebacked in his pool). Had a minor legal issue. I called him to find out how to hire someone to represent me. He offered to do it. I was surprised as he's pretty high-powered. Asked what his fee was he said he'd do it for free, but that he "wanted my ass." I became his willing bareback bottom boy for a year. We fucked in and out of his house, in his office, and one time i was the middle guy fucking his twink boyfriend while he fucked me. Legal issue was dealt with, and I felt like such a fucking prostitute.

Tuesday mid day this week. My buddy contacted me and asked if I was available at noon Tuesday to do a bukakke. HELL YA, asked how many guys, he said 6 or 7 he thinks. I show up early, go to work sucking my buddy...tell him to tell me to stop when I should. When he hosts on weekends he never wants me sucking him as guys arrive. Most of those guys are married and not comfortable with oral just want to sit and JO their fine shooting on my face but no sucking. Anyway... as I'm sucking we hear the door open, he says to me I like hearing that while you're sucking, I say should I stop? he says no these guys are fine with oral. I keep sucking as each guy arrives. After the fourth guy arrives the host tells me to suck one of the guys on the couch. Sure enough 6 guys + host. For the next hour I am on my knees sucking, going from one cock to the other as they sit and watch porn and JO. First guy came around 20 minutes in. First loads all over my face. I'm enjoying being splattered more and more, especailly in a group setting. After each shot on me, I cleaned that last drops from their cock, only one guys was too sensitive. I took 8 loads - one guy was a trouper and gave me a second. As usual, I left my face glazed, dressed and walked to my car. Because it was a longer session with lots of clean up, I didn't have big globs of jizz on my face, just a nice wet face of smeared cum. A couple of the guys likes slapping my face with their cock and rubbing it around. Definitely worth taking the afternoon off for.

You Have to Earn It Part 1 - New Town Isolation I moved to a new town for work and had too much time on my hands sitting at home alone. While enjoying the more vanilla hookup sites and apps, I came across a barebacking site. While I wouldn't admit it at the time, it definitely turned me on. I rationalized making a profile so I could avoid the riskier hookups on the other sites. Before long, I spent far more time on that site than the vanilla sites, and eventually almost exclusively. But, before we rush ahead... I'm 24, 5"7" and 140lbs. In addition to guys my age, I also got a lot of attention from older daddy types. One of those things that turned me on but wouldn't amdit to it. I'd always check out the profiles but never responded with more than a polite no. Not long before my move, I did hit it off with a guy in his late 30's who didn't have his age shown but had some spectacular pictures of what I thought to be a large cock at that time. I had some experience with acquaintences I met being social in real life, but only hooked up with a couple guys off the internet at that point. All of my encounters involved condoms and always ended up a little disappointing. I always got off but was also left wanting something more but wasn't sure what was missing. Before I moved, I justified hooking up with just the second random guy off the internet, because I was moving. As I mentioned above, we had been chatting for a while by that point and he would be my first experience with a bigger than average cock and a guy that was 15+ years older. I didn't think I was a size queen, but the orgasm was the most intense I'd had with little experience, and the volume of cum I shot was borderline comical. He was 8.5" and 5-6" around, which isn't huge but was plenty for me. The stream of cum that shot out of me was a solid jet as opposed to spurts - as if his thrusts matched perfectly out of sync with my orgasmic contractions. My muscles would squeeze and then his cock would plunge in providing the continual pressure and release. Never had I cum like that before. I barely had to touch myself to finish with him. It was better than the first time I had sex. Even so, it seemed more noticeable that he had a condom on due to the tighter fit. The slight tackiness and unnatural feel it added could be felt on every thrust and more notecable than before. Something was still missing. Needless to say, after a couple weeks in this new town I was quite horny given that my last online hookup experience was so positive. In addition to the amplified interest in what hookup sites had to offer, there was a certain freedom to the isolation of moving somewhere new. Nobody I knew was within a thousnd miles to witness or judge my behavior, which only contributed to my willingness to explore more. I hooked up with a few guys off the vanilla sites over time as I got acclimated to my new sorroundings. After the 'big one', I found it alot easier to slide a cock in and immediately be comfortable. Before, it always took a minute or two to adjsut and feel good, which quickly escalated to begging to be fucked harder. My first hands-free orgasm came from the last guy. Usually, I want a guy to finish quickly after I cum, but I came too soon while riding his cock and quickly got over that opinion. I stayed hard and came again by the time we finished fucking. Part 2 - Satiating a Hidden Need So, I'm feeling pretty good about my ability to take a cock - a little too prideful about it. All the time I'm spending on the bareback site is creating all sorts of unsatisfied and unmet urges. "Why do I have to use a condom? It's not like I can get pregnant," is what one of many things I keep repeating in my head. On a typical night of teasing myself perusing the bareback site, usually unseen and unheard, I get a message from, Jack, at what is likely the perfect moment of my now self-aware need to feel bare cock. Jack is 55 but looks much younger. He clearly keeps good care of his body. He's as toned as I am at 24, but more mass and standing 6'2". While he has pictures to show his handsome face and body, he doesn't have one picture of his cock and a lot of "unknowns" and "ask me" in his profile. His intos are short and sweet with 'fucking' and 'daddy/son' listed and his cock is listed as huge and uncut without any further details. Jack is more polite than you'd expect on a hookup site, which is novel. We chat about things that have nothing to do with sex for a bit. Eventually, it gets into what turns me on and what I'm looking for. I confide that I've never has a raw cock and how much I've been thinking about it for a few weeks now. At this point, all the unanswered questions on his profile are the farthest thing from my mind. Jack likes the innocence and general lack of experience, I can tell. I guess that's predictable with the daddy/son kink, so I lean into a bit to play along. As he starts to tell me what he's looking for, I know it's just a matter of him asking before I'm headed to his place. I am hard the entire drive over and manage to control myself as before I head to his door. I didn't realize my precum had soaked through and made a pretty obviously spot, but he noticed right as I walked in. He gave an amused chuckle and I felt a little embarassed. He stood towering over me in a tight white t-shirt and some boxer briefs that contained what must have been a massive flaccid cock. He pulled me in close and gave me a long kiss. His hands explored my body and I wrapoed my arms up and around his neck while pressing my body into his making sure to brush up against his very noticeable bulge. As we broke the kiss, he told me that if I want to suck on his cock, I better do it now before it gets hard, because it won't fit otherwise. I laugh a bit as I think it is a joke, but his serious stare halts my reaction. I silently sink to my knees while staring him in the eyes and pull out a cock that is already thicker flaccid than anything I've taken. I do want to taste it and start by twirling my tongue under his foreskin and around his head. I insert the head and a not much more and try my beast to continue to swirl my tongue around it as it pulls in an out slightly. I can't swallow it, so force my mouth as far onto it as I can, nearly gagging, and turn my head back and forth gently. I can tell this is stimulating the head of his cock well and feel him start to get hard in my mouth. He was right. I pulled off and fell back on my knees as he continued to start into my eyes and jerk off to get fully hard. I am out of breath with drool all around my mouth while looking back and begging for more with my eyes. I rise back up to lick and tease the head of his cock while maintaining eye contact. There is a copious amount of precum oozong out. It coats my tongue and mouth - I enjoy the taste. He tells me to lick his balls so he can finish getting hard, and I comply. Again, they are too big to fit in my small mouth but I tongue and play with them as best I can while trying to look around his big cock at my sexy daddy's face. He pointed at a large glob of precum that built up and was about to drip. I quickly licked up my reward and he asked if I was ready to sit on his cock? He must have seen the anxiety on my face as all those unasked questions on his profile became all the more prevalent. Before I could speak, he pulled me to my feet and led me to his bedroom. He told me to strip and get on the bed face down - I obeyed. As I looked back at him peel off his tshirt, a biohazard tattoo came into view on his upper right chest. I had seen them on people before, but had no idea what it meant in the gay community. I just thought it was sexy looking. I was incredibly nervous as he crept on to the bed and spread my legs. I could feel myself 'winking' at him uncontrollbly. Anytime my hips moved the slight friction on my cock made me jittery. Then, I felt his breath quickly followed by his wet tongue across the surface of my hole. I was in heaven and any anxiety quickly disappeared. He worked his tongue into my hole and started to stretch me out with his fingers. He'd whisper to me how good I tasted and how tight I was inbetween tongue lashings, which only made me gyrate with more need and want. "Does that feel good?," said Jack "Yes, daddy. Please lick and play with my hole," I said. It felt awkward but oddly sexy, too. "Oh, yeah. We're going to stretch out this tight little ass out before we try to squeeze my cock in. You don't get my cum in your ass until you earn it," said Jack. "Earn it? What do you mean by that?" "Well, if I can't fit my entire cock inside you, I won't come and neither can you," he said. I was a bit worried. I wasn't even sure if I could get the head of his cock into me. I really wanted to be fucked bareback and feel someone cum inside me. That was the whole point of this meeting. Before he pulled me up by my hips, I felt him work a lot of lube into my ass. I move off to theside and he lied down on his back with his hard cock proudly waving in the air and then worked some lube onto it. "It might be better if you control the pace and get on top." I exuberantly obliged and aimed his massive cock at my opening. I pressed down and only met resistance. For a few minutes I kept bobbing up and down with varying pressure and maybe 1/2" had pressed inside slightly but never really entered. After a few more minutes I had worked up a little sweat when it finally entered enough to say I had him inside me. "Good boy. I wasn't sure you'd get the head in tonight," he said. I felt but a little disappointed, too. I replied, "I'm not stopping, yet!" Over the next 10 minutes I continued to work my ass on his cock. Occassionally adding a little lube as I got it deeper inside. It was starting to hurt a bit, but on the last go I just slid up and down as far as I could over and over again. I was only fucking myself with 4" of cock, but the mix of pain and pleasure was intense. I was pretty impressed with myself for how much I fit in. My cock was getting rock hard after being completely soft before this point. Getting bolder, I leaned back and tried to rock my hips. This new angle forced another inch or so into me. Even though it hurt I tried to continue to slide up and down on his cock at a good pace. Even with all the pain I was close to cumming. He must have noticed how much pleasure I was in. He grabbed my hipps and stopped me, forcibly and said, "I told you, you can't cum unti I do, and you don't get my cum until you can fit my whole cock inside your ass." He gave my a nice had slap ony my ass and told me to get off his cock. Doing so might have pushed it in another 1/2" but the pain was unbearable, now. I had to pull off his cock, regardless. "I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't please your huge cock. It just won't fit and it hurts so much." As I slid off I noticed the pink shade of the lube and the red glob of blood on the headof his cock. He was definitely tearing me up inside. "Don't worry, boy. You were never going to fit it in tonight. I knew this was going to take time to stretch you out to take daddy's cum," he consoled. "Looks like you bled a little on my cock, too. I might knock you up with my poz precum" I was stunned. While neither of us got off, I felt weirdly more satisfied than previous encounters. The shock of Jack being poz didn't dull that snesation but oddly made it even stronger. Somewhat genuinely upset I replied, "You are poz? Why didn't you tell me? I'm neg! Why would you do that?" Jack answered, "You never asked, and I don't think you cared to ask, to be honest. You clearly need to be fucked bareback and have an insatiable need to make a cock cum inside you. You said as much in our conversation." I say quiet for a couple minutes... Still feeling incredibly horny despite the dull pain emenating from my hole. I did want everything he said, but I quickly got clothed and left without many words said. When I got home, there was a message from him that said I'm welcome to come over and continue to stretch out my hold for his cock. I angrily deleted the message, but also got turned on thinking about doing just that. Part 3 - The Home Stretch Within a few days the pain was completely gone and I was playing with my hole every chance I got and thinking about Jack ramming his huge cock all the way into me until I could feel his soft sack pressed up against my cheeks or sometimes my balls if fantasizing taking it from behind. There was no way I would do it. I was already freaking out about all the precum that must have oozed inside of me with all the damage his enormous cock did stretching me out. I wasn't on prep and I ddin't want ot have sex with positive guys, I kept telling myself. There were so many other opportunities... but I really wanted to please Jack. I wanted to be able to fit his whole cock insideme. It became desire to accomplish. After another few days of avoiding the decision, I sent a dm to Jack. He was amused and expected me to contact him sooner, but that I should come over that night around 8pm. Again, my cock was hard with anticipation long before I traveled to his home and I worked some lube into my hole in an effort to prepare. I told myself that all I have to do is not let it go all they way in and he won't shoot any poz cum inside me as he stated before. That shouldn't be too hard, considering that I only got less than half of it in me the first time. When I got there, I had another spot of precum soaked into my shorts. We both laughed and headed to his bedroom and quickly stripped down. We made out and I subconsciously caressed his upper right chest where the biohazard tattoo was. When I realized what I was doing I blushed and pulled away. He picked up on the gestures. He said, "It's okay to want it inside you or that it turns you on. To be honest, it's just a heavy weight off your shoulders when you get it. No more worrying about condoms. I know you like the feel of skin better so much so that you won't go back to condoms. Getting hiv is inevitable for you." I was still lying to myself about and intending to just ride his cock without ever triggering everything he said, but I tried to play along. "I'm really nervous about it but all I can think of is your cock, daddy. I want to feel it all the way inside me. I want to feel the pride of fitting it in. Knowing my hole is good enough to make you cum." Nothing was stopping the precedings, so after that interlide he had my lie down on the bed again while he ate me out. "Give me that wet tongue, daddy. It feels so dirty. It makes my balls and cock extra sensitive to the toouch." At which point his free hand gently cups and carasses my balls and up my shaft as I arch my ass into the air with his tongue firmly pulsating inside me. I'm not even hard and it feels like I can cum at any second. Like last time I got ontop. Unlike last time, the first 2-3inches slide in with only slight discomfort. I was quickly upto the same 'high-water' mark so to speak as last time within 10 minutes. I was thoroughly enjoying it much quicker this time. "Oh, daddy, I can't believe how much easier it is." As I start to roughly force myself down attempting to fit more in, but there seems to be a point of resistance I can get past. "You are doing good, son. Keep working that ass on my cock. It feels so much better this time feeling you slide up and down a greater length. You almost have 7 inches inside you." I continue to slide almost off his tip and all the way down to the point of resistance. It hurts a little as I try to press further. "Looks like your cock is getting too hard again," he points out with a little disappointment in his tone. "Please, don't make me stop. I want more. I can fit it in, I promise. Let me keep trying," I plea as I lean hoping it leads to a couple more inches like last week. rolling my hips as hard as I can and the pleasure quickly turns to pain, but still cannot get any more in. SLAP! I feel his hand spanking me, which jars me as he grabs my hips and stops me from riding his cock. "You will do as I say. Now, get off my cock, we are done for tonight." I meekly pull off with a little whimper and see the familiar red-tinted lube all over his cock. I can't believe I just exposed myself to his copious amounts of pos precum again, but I just can't resist it. Jack gives me a sympathetic look and tells me, "I guess we can give you a reward for all your hard work. Would you like to taste me cum?" My cock gets hard as I reply, "Yes, please," with an embellished boyish undertone. "But, I can't fit your cock in my mouth?" "Come here between my legs on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air. Look me in my eyes as you lick and play with my balls. When I am close I want you to put your mouth over my cock and lick the head as best you can while you wait for my cum." "Okay, daddy, that sounds hot. Can I play with myself, too?" "No, you don't get to cum until I shoot my poz load deep inside of your ass. Now, get over here and please my cock, boy." I quickly assume the position and sway my ass around up in the air. It feels wanton and sexy. The cool air rolling over my exposed and sore hole that is extra senstive to every stimulation. My cock is and has been drooling precum non stop regardless of being flacced or hard. This pleases daddy, but I keep focused on licking and cajoling his balls as he looks into my eyes and says, "I'm going to cum soon. Get up on top of this dick with your mouth and twirl that wet tongue around." The precum is flowing even faster now as I feel his cock get extra hard in my hands. He is no longer stroking his cock and I am two-fisting it a a fast pace getting precum and lube all over my chin. It was hot watching him with locked eyes as he starts to cum. The amount surprises me but I am able to swallow most of it. Some drips out the side of my lips as I continue to twirl and lick. As he starts to deflate, I force it into the back of my mouth and shack my head back and forth making him coo. His cum-covered dick tastes amazing and I enjoy being able to fit his slightly flaccid cock in my mouth. "Okay, that's enough. You can't take my cock yet, so no need to keep me hard," he says. I ask, "Don't you go soft after cumming?" "No, I can shoot several times. A lot of bottoms like that I can add some extra lube repeatedly," He replies. I blush a bit as this makes my cock hard thinking about him exploding inside me then continueing to work his poz cum into me. Fucking my cum-soaked hole until he is satisfied. He says my hard cock and says, "Oh, son likes that, huh? Well, as you know, you are going to earn that cum before I give it to you. When th edull pain goes away, you contact me for round three. I think we can get past your second hole next time" I quietly nod my head and get dresed. I thought I'd have more play sessions before pretending as if it can't fit in the rest of the way. I hope he isn't right. Part 4 - The Depth of My Desire It hurt for a few days, again. The dull pain was a constant reminder of the desire I felt working my ass on his cock. It was starting to be conditioned to be pleasurable. Anytime I noticed it, a little precum formed and I had to control myself to avoid any stains on my pants. Jack didn't quite predict the future and I didn't have to pretend. We continued similar sessions every few days, but no more headroom was made. I was furiously masturbating and playing with my hold in the meantime regardless of any leftover pain between sessions. I was obsessed and wanted with every desire to cum with his cock in side me. Even though I couldn't quite get it past my 2nd hole, the pleasure was increasing each time. I could easily slide him in and work his cock at a good pace. The pain even stopped and we were fucking more frequently than ever with most sessions ending with me drinking his cum, which wad defnitely habit forming. There was so much and it tasted so good. I like pleasing Jack. By this point, I completely forgot about my plant to not accomplish the task at hand. I didn'dt think it was possible. Jack was getting impatient at this point and I desperately wanted to make him happy. I was on top in a crouching position, bouncing up and down on Jack. "You better get my cock inside you tonight or we will have to stop doing this," he said. "Oh, please, daddy. Give me one more chance. I'm going to either break my ass on your cock or it's going to slide in, right now. I was a bit taken aback but didn't stop bouncing up and down. Instead I start droping my whole weight while leaning back trying to force his cock in the rest of the way. Bouncing hard something started to give. HE must have felt something, as he began to spank my ass and encourage me saying, "Yeah, work that slutty little ass on my poz cock. Earn that cum, boy." Which brought reality crashing back down right as a final bounce caused his entire cock to slip inside me with some exquisite paint accomanying it. We both stopped, mostly. I couldn't help but continue to gently rock on it as I had never felt that full before. I could feel my hole twiching and lcoking down on his cock repeatedly. I couldn't move at this point, if I tried. We stared at each other for a moment with a little grin on each of our faces. "Good boy. You make me proud fitting that huge poz cock up in your little boy pussy. I've been waiting to shoot this poz cum inside you for along time," he stated with a wide smile, then spanked my ass and said, "Let's try a different position for your first load." "Yes, daddy. Please fuck my from behind like a little slut. I won't want any of that poz cum dripping out," I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I slowly lifted myself off. My leggs were a bit sore and wobbly. He positioned me with my ass up in the air and slowly plunged back into me. His cock met a little resistence but within a few thrusts was balls deep inside me again. I reach back to cup his balls and press them against my own. It felt so sexy that I nearly came right there jostling them around and overstimulating my own. He started with some long slow strokes all the way in and out. My cock was soft but dripping precum is an understatement. It was flowing out of me and each thrust causing a new glob to ooze out. After a while a large pool was forming underneath me. After a short while he was pounding me in a way I never thought possible a few weeks ago. "oh yea, we worked that boypussy open nice and good. I didn't think you'd make it," he said with an increasing dominating and dismissive tone that only made me hornier and began bouncing back to meet his hard thrusts. "I think you have earned your first poz load. Is that what you want?" "Yes, please, daddy. Cum inside me. Keep fucking me hard.. fuck, it feels so good, don't stop... I want it.. I want your poz cum! Knock me up! Use your cum as lube!" His pace got erratic and his breathing quickened with a few grunts here and there. I could feel his cock expanding inside me. I felt so proud to take his huge cock. "Give it to me daddy... Give it to me!" He grabbed my ass with both hands while he buried his cock to the ilt and groaned in pleasure. I reach back to spread my cheeks so he could press in even further, at which point I reached back and held him tight against me as he did the same. I knew he came alot form licking his cock head all the time but It felt like even more was pulled out by my ass. A little dribble of pink cum could be sign dripping off my balls. I reach back and rubbed all th eleaking cum over my balls and cock. As the glow of his orgasm wore off, as he said, his cock stayed hard inside me. He grabbed my hand and said, "You don't get to cum yet. I'm not finished with you." He continued to fuck me a bit more in this position to really lube up my hole. Jack said, "I want to look in your eyes as I cum this time. Would you like that?" It didn't matter what he asked. "Yes, daddy, please give me more." He replied, "Okay there's too much lube in your pussy, why dont you lick my cock off and then lie down on your back." We slowly unjoined and I turned around to gleefully clean his cock. It was pink but it still tasted like his cum, so I enjoyed every moment and he definitely iked watching. I don't think his cock was ever as hard before. "Get on your back, boy" "Yes, daddy" I held my leggs by my knees and watch as the head of his cock approaching my hold, still amazed it could even fit in. By this time, I was so stretch out that he slid in balls deep in one thrust then backd out as he rested on his haunches - just the first few inches still impaled. My back arched and me head was thrown back as a reflex to the initial deep penetration. It felt so good. I was wantonly rolling my hips onto his cock greedily trying to get it all inside me again. "Please, daddy. Don't tease me." "Your greedy little boy pussy wants more? "Yes, please." "Say it...," Jack said harshly "Please keep fucking me with your big poz cock. I want to feel it work your poz cum into my hole." Jack stats to fuck again, slowly and working up to long strokes at a good pace. Without missing a beat, he puts my legs up and on his shoulders as he leans forward above me. This new position has his cock hitting a whole new zone of pleasure inside me. My cock is getting rock hard and whether he liks it or not, I'm going to cum soon. "Take that poz cock, you stupid little twink. I'm going to wreck your hole tonight. Did you see all that pink? That's me tearing you up inside. My poz cum is going to easily leach into your blood stream. For some reason this only makes me harder. I am matching his strokes trying to fuck harder and faster. I can't get enough and want more. "Fuck me daddy; it feels so good. Wreck my hole with your big poz cock. Fuck me, yeah.. Unnhh, unnhh, unh!" I can't even form words at this point. Sweat is dripping off jacks forehead. I love the salty taste and feeling it on my chest. I reach up instinctinvely to caress his tattooe. I can tell he enjoyes this. He forces me to look him in the eyes... again his rythm becomes erratice as well as is breathing. I get excited in anticipation of his second poz load. Any fears or concern are far away. As he pounds me the last few times I start shooting ahuge load - spraying all ove rthe place like a fountain. Jack is now coming inside me, again. As his orgasm subsides, he looks down on me with disappointment. "I told you not to cum, yet. You are a naughty boy. You need to be punished for your impatience. You don't get to cum until I am finished with your hole, do you understand?" "I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't stop it. Your cock feels so good and making you cum again with my ass made me so proud." "Okay, I guess your heart was in the right place," He says with a sly grin and still slowly working his hard cock inside me, getting it all gooey with cum and juices. "Let's start with you cleaning my poz cum off my cock again. But you liked that didn you, you little slut. Does that make your boy pussy cream?" Inbetween licks I reply, "Yes, daddy. It tastes so good. I like knowing you tore me up inside with the pink hue. I want your poz cum to soak into me. Do you like shooting you rpoz cum in me daddy? Does it feel good?" "Oh, yeah. Don't worry. I'll give you another load, but first we are going to have to spank that little ass of yours until its beat red." He pulls me off the bed and bends me over at my hips with my hands on a sitting bench. He pulls out a large buttplug from his bedsite drawers and says, "We can't have any of that cum oozing out of your boy pussy, now can we?" I give a yelp as he forcibly puts it inside me, "No sir. Please plug me up. I don't want to lose any of your poz cum." "Good boay, now take your punishment like a bad boy should." He slaps my ass repeatedly until it burns like fire. When I look back my right cheek has a white handprint outlined in red. It kinda feels sexy. "Okay, now you are going to ride my cock until I cum again. You don't get to cum until after I load you up, is that understaood?" "yes, daddy. I'll try my best." A little upset, he grabs my face and looks at me, "You better not, or else I'll shove this fat cock in your mouth and tear up those pretty lips of yours." This leaves me a little shaken but all I want is more cock. We get back on the bed and I slide down on his cock. It feels soo good and easily fits all the way in. I lead back and start roling my hips and bouncing on his cock as hard as I can. I can help but twitch and clench and grind on his cock, it feels so good and I am rock hard, again. "Better becareful son, I still have a little while to go." "YEs, daddy." I start pouring on the dirty talk and begging for his poz daddy cum. My cock swaying in the air is almost enough to make me explode again. We are starting each other in the eyes as I start to really work up a sweat. "Daddy, please cum in me. I can't take anymore. I'm going to cum from you big poz cock inside me. It feels so good. I want you to knock me up with you pozz babies... give it to me, yeah.. fuck... unnhhh, more.. please, god, more... fuck... " Jack grabs my hips and focrces me hard down on his cock as he starts releasing yet another huge load of poz cum into me now well-tore up hole. As I grind on his slippery cock I start ot cum again. We continue gyrate together as our orgasms subside. "That was good boy. Good job." I felt so proud. I am already thinking about the next visit before I even pull off his cock. He doesn't have to ask, as I quickly dive in to clean up his cock His cum overflowed all over his large balls, and I gladly licked those clean with his obvious approval. As I lay back on the bed, he gets up and looks down on me... I plase my fingers over my beaten hole andscope up some of his poz cum and sexily lick it off my fingers while maintaining eye contact. "Daddy, when can I come over again? My boypussy is greedy for your poz cum and your big dick!" Jack just smiled.

Ik was vergeten in te loggen 😂, ik klikte op je toppie in de mail. hier nog een keer onder mijn naam. dat hebben ze regelmatig, klopt. Ik wordt er regelmatig uitgegooid na ingelogd te hebben en krijg dan het beginscherm weer in beeld, klik ik op enter de chatroom dan kan ik, weer verder ik ben dan weer ingelogd, vreemd want ze zeggen geen cookies te gebruiken. meestal na een minuut of 2 wordt ik er weer uitgegooid. en mijn foto’s worden meestal niet geaccepteerd, ik ben n cumpig en op de foto’s sta ik in m’n gear jeans hoodie bomber en alles vol zaadvlekken, zal wel te heftig zijn voor bullchat. maar als ik dan gasten zie die helemaal onder de stront zitten vraag ik mij af wat hun beleid dan is. kortom het is een chatbox met kuren 😃

Bottom here. Went to a cruising area. A regular came up to my car and signaled me in the woods. I followed him into the woods and started to facefuck me. Another guy came up to watch... he turned me around and started to fuck me then the other guy came up and fucked my face. They both came in me then we all left. Went home to the bf after lol.

Met them again last night, spent the night with them using me any way possible and specially pounding my hole. Feels like most of the night I was either DP'd or fisted and my hole is just buzzing for more now! they added 7 loads total in my hole plus 2 piss loads which they fucked me with in the shower haha loved cleaning them after 🐷 now for my morning gym session with a plugged hole and smelling of cum and sex

Part 6: The guests started to arrive, the usual suspects and one extra. A friend of Chad's who was invited at Chad's request. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when George walked in the door. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. I saw him and in my surprise, nervousness, I coughed. Nate noticed immediately and asked if I was ok. I couldn't say "I wasn't expecting to see the guy who shot two loads in my ass just a few days ago" so instead I just said "I'm fine, I just tried to drink and breath at the same time". I hoped that Chad had told him to be discreet. I didn't need to be outed as a bareback cheater during one of Nate's parties. I'm sure that revelation wouldn't go down well. On the other hand, I was horny from the pre-party fuck and thought how I would like to go down on George, but maybe another time. No. That was a terrible thing to think. It's bad enough that I visit beats on the spur of the moment, but actually planning on hooking up and organizing something was a step too far. I tried to think about Nate's cock instead, and told myself that he'd be fucking me later that evening, and I tried to convince myself that I'd enjoy it, even if Nate's cock would be wrapped in latex. About halfway through the evening, I found myself alone in the kitchen preparing cocktails for a few people when I felt a pair of hands grip my butt. I turned my head and saw George standing behind me. He leant forward and whispered in my ear "I want to fuck you again" and as if to punctuate his comment, he ground his groin into my butt and I could feel his bulge even through the layers of material separating us. In my slightly drunk and horny state, I just groaned, but then a bit of reality popped into my head and I said "I shouldn't. I've got a boyfriend". George kept rubbing his crotch against me and said "I know. I also know you want my dick again. I saw it in your eyes when I arrived. I also know that there's a load of Chad's cum inside you now and I'm pretty sure your boyfriend's name is Nate". And with that, he grabbed the completed cocktails and carried them away, leaving me alone with the task of finishing the others, and willing my dick to go soft, and cursing myself for wearing tight pants. I wanted George's thick bare dick inside me. No. I couldn't. Not at home. I told myself that I wanted Nate's condom-covered dick inside me instead. I finished making the cocktails and handed them out to the guys who had missed out on the previous delivery. George was talking to a couple who Nate had previously told me were open and hooked up with other guys. Nate told me how he didn't approve, and knew that they wouldn't last. I had handed out the last one, so I got dragged into their conversation. They were talking to George about their favorite beats and hook up locations. George told them about his favorites. Including the dingy toilet where he'd fucked me. One of the couple said that they always used condoms when hooking up with others (although the other one kind of looked away at that point, so I wondered if both of them really used condoms or if his partner only thought that was the rule). George said that he carried condoms with him but hadn't used one in years because he prefers not to and no one's asked him to use one. He also said that he's probably fucked at least 20 different guys in the last month, so his dick has been inside a lot of tight spaces. They looked at me and asked me if Nate and I were still monogamous and I just said "Yeah, we haven't opened up our relationship". I don't know why, and it might have been the alcohol, but I also said that Nate and I still used condoms every time we fucked because it was safer. George said "each to their own, but bare feels so much better. I love emptying my balls deep inside" As the party started to wind down, and people started to leave, Chad and George came up to where I was in conversation with Nate and another of his friends. Chad, in front of Nate, asked me if I could show George how to get to the train station because I knew the way and it would save George having to get an Uber home. Nate agreed that it would be a kind thing to do, so George said his goodbyes to everyone still there, and we started walking towards the station. As soon as we got to the street, George told me that he was going to fuck me on the way. He'd already scoped it out and knew that there was a dark park near the station. George: "It'll be dark enough there to fuck, so the location is perfect" Me: "Nate will be waiting for me. He'll suspect something if I'm late returning" George: "No he won't, just say you waited with me until a train arrived" Me: "It's too risky. What if we get caught?" George: "Risky is hot." We walked in silence for a couple of minutes. The park was about 5 more minutes ahead of us. I was thinking about his cock and how good it felt, but also how wrong it would be to take another load from him tonight. George: "Are you going to let me fuck you?" Me: "Yes" George: "I have a condom in my pocket. Do you want me to use it?" Me: "No. I need to feel you inside me" George: "Good. I'm going to cum inside you" We were at the park. I knew it was wrong, but I was drunk and horny, and George and his cock were next to me. I needed this. We walked into the park. I looked around and realized that it was in fact a good park to fuck in. Enough trees and to make secluded, dark spaces. George whipped his dick out, it was already mostly hard. I bent over and sucked it, savoring the taste of his precum and the feeling of my tongue on his mushroom head, my hands kneading his balls and stroking his shaft. I loved this cock. I could have worshipped it for hours, but George pulled me up and reminded me that we didn't have much time and he'd promised to dump his load in my ass. I pulled my pants down, bent over and leant on a park bench. George spat on my hole, massaged it with his cockhead, and then pushed. I relaxed and he entered me fully in one smooth motion. I groaned loudly. Fuck this felt good. George chuckled and said "last time I fucked you, you asked me to be quiet, and this time you're groaning loudly enough for Nate to hear you". I just said "shut up and fuck me". George replied with (and definitely not in a whisper) "Oh I'll fuck you alright, but I won't shut up". And he didn't. He didn't exactly yell this time, but I'm sure his voice would have carried enough for some of the neighbors around the park to hear. If they'd been home and awake, they might have heard someone say "fucking take my cock. No condoms required for your ass. I'm going to fill you up with so much cum. It'll leak out as you're walking back to your boyfriend's place" I was in heaven. His cock was hitting all the right places. I wanted to cum but I forced myself to hold off because I knew I'd probably need to cum later. Nate normally fucked me after a party, for some reason it makes him horny, and I needed to be horny enough to cum for him. George yelled "Fuck yeah, take my load you bareback slut" and I felt his meat throb inside my, pulsing many times, and filling me with his hot cream. George pulled out, we both fixed up our clothes, and finished walking to the station. I waited with him on the platform for a couple of minutes until a train arrived. He told me that I was a naughty, dirty cum slut, and he would be using me again. I left the platform and walked back to the party. As I expected, Nate asked what took so long, so I explained that I waited on the platform with George until the train arrived. Nate said "Thanks for taking care of him". If only he knew. Everyone else left, and only Chad, Nate, and I remained. Chad had arranged with Nate earlier to take the spare room so that he didn't have to drive home. Nate looked at me and told me that it was time to go to bed. I could tell from his tone and expression that he meant that it was time for him to fuck me. I think Chad knew too, as he said he'd head to bed as well, and asked us to keep it down because if he were too loud he'd have to give himself a handjob. Lol. Nate being too loud was never a risk. We got into the bedroom, stripped off, and Nate immediately went to the bedside table to grab a condom. I became very aware that I had natural lube in and around my hole, and I definitely didn't need that to be noticed, so I asked Nate to pass me the lube, and I made a show of lubing myself up to disguise my previous indiscretions. Nate, completely naked except for a raincoat on his dick, lay down on his back and told me to climb aboard. I got up on the bed, one leg either side of him, and lowered myself down until he was completely inside me, with us only separated by an annoying barrier of latex. It had been a while since we last fucked, but I assumed that Nate still wanked in the shower most mornings, yet he seemed extra horny tonight and didn't last very long. I didn't mind because it honestly hurts being fucked with a condom, so I was relieved when he finally filled it with his load. My ass was sore after Chad's earlier fuck and George's detour on the way to the train station. Nate went soft, so I climbed off, and he went to the bathroom to dispose of the cum-filled condom, checking the hall first to make sure that Chad was safely behind a bedroom door and not about to witness Nate's naked walk across the hall. He returned, got into bed, and fell asleep quickly. I have always been jealous of Nate's ability to fall asleep easily, a talent which seems to be stronger when he's drunk, just cum, or both. I was laying in bed, still horny because I hadn't released my load, listening to Nate's mild snoring and deep sleep noises. I needed to get off too, but I didn't want to just wank. I remembered that Chad was just down the hall. Maybe he'd still be awake, and if so, should I risk it? I was very horny and still drunk, so my brain probably wasn't focusing on logic and correct behavior. Nate was usually a very deep sleeper though, so I didn't think he'd wake up. I've certainly jerked off in bed next to him before, shaking the whole bed, and that didn't manage to wake him up. I really shouldn't get out of bed and offer myself to Chad...

Sometimes a pump and dump lunch time fuck is just what you need to get through the day

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

Sub Hungry TOTAL Oral Bottom HOST in the BX. Always looking for a "NSA, GREEDY, CONFIDENT, FREAKY TOTAL TOP BREEDER!"

I would love to I’m in The Bronx and can travel

Getting Pozzed by Sam, Part 3 I didn't shower when I got home just so I could keep smelling the sweat and cum from the party. My cock was still sticky from the poz cum that was inside Michael's ass when I fucked him. I was so horny that I decided to jerk off, rubbing that toxic seed into my shaft until I shot my load all over my stomach. The next day, I got a text from Sam. "I'm going back on meds at the end of next month, so if you want me to get you pregnant we'd better get started right away." Reading the text made my cock hard again. I didn't need any more convincing. I wanted to be part of the brotherhood of poz men. I didn't want to mess around with condoms, or worry about getting infected anymore. I wanted to be sexually free like Sam. A week later Sam picked me up and we drove to Sean's house. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. "It's really true, isn't it? I'm gonna be pozzed today, right?," I said to him excitedly. Sam grinned and squeezed my thigh. "Fuck yeah, it's gonna happen. You'll have toxic loads up your ass before you leave that house today. And I've got something in mind to make sure you convert." When we pulled into Sean's driveway, there were already a couple of cars parked outside. Sean, Michael, Pete and Ricky were relaxing in the living room, smoking joints and drinking beer. "Look who's here, guys," shouted Ricky. "A negative hole just ready for breeding." Before I knew it, five guys were on their feet surrounding me. Their hands groped every part of me, unbuttoning my shirt and jeans, tweaking my nipples and jerking my cock. I felt a lubed finger probing my ass. They hustled me into the bedroom and put me in the sling, strapping my feet into the leather loops high above my head. Sam massaged my ass, slipping two fingers inside, then three. "Here's what I meant before about making sure you're gonna convert today," Sam said, pulling an object out of the dresser drawer. "This might hurt a little bit, but it'll be worth it," he smiled. I felt a hard, bristly object penetrate my ass. Sam moved it in and out, scraping the inside of my anus raw. "Fuck, that hurts!" I protested. Sam ignored me, rubbing the bristles harder against the sides of my hole. After a few minutes he pulled the object out, grinned and held it up for me to see. It was a toothbrush, and I could see my blood on it. "Now you're ready, Rob," he said, slapping his cock against my sore asshole. "My poz babies will be swimming inside you in no time." Sam plunged his dick deep into me. The other guys stood around us, shouting encouragement as Sam began fucking me. My cock was rock-hard and dripping pre-cum from the excitement. Sam wrapped his sweaty hand around my dick and jacked it hard as he pounded my ass. I could feel my orgasm approaching as Sam's cock banged against my prostate. I wanted to hold off so that we could shoot our loads together, but I didn't need to worry about that. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," he shouted, ramming his cock in and out faster and faster. That triggered me. As Sam sprayed his toxic seed into my bloody hole, my own cock erupted. We both groaned as he lunged forward, his chest sliding into the pool of cum I had just deposited all over my stomach. When we kissed I could feel my hole tightening around his cock, milking every drop out of him. Sam eased his dick out of my ass and offered it to me. It tasted of cum and blood and lube. I licked it and sucked it until I felt another hard cock entering my bloody anus. It was Sean, and he was so turned on that he shot his poz load into me after just a few thrusts. Sean was followed by Ricky, Pete and Michael. My wounded hole was twitching and burning as each man forced his way into me, depositing his load of toxic seed. Just when I thought my breeding was complete, Sam returned and fucked me a second time. It took a little longer this time, but I soon felt his cock spasm deep in my hole again. Every one of my gift givers collapsed on the king-sized bed, leaving me hanging in the sling, exhausted from my breeding. I reached down and fingered my hole, feeling the seed leaking from my ass, then licking my finger clean. "Don't waste any of that precious poz cum," said Sam as he pulled a butt plug out of the drawer and shoved it inside me. "This will keep those babies safe inside you while you convert. "Happy Birthday, baby," grinned Sam, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I hung in that sling for a long time, feeling contented as the seed worked its way into my body, making me one of the tribe. I was part of the club at last. THE END

Martin My mind was racing about master having hiv, but then I realized that we weren’t doing anything directly so it wouldn’t be a big deal. Over the weekend I found myself constantly bouncing on any seat to make the oversized butt plug rub my prostate. On Sunday when I took it out to use the bathroom I had to go buy poppers just so I could get it back in. When I went over to masters house we did pretty much the same thing as always he stretched my hole gave me some g and did some light fisting. We fell into a pattern of this, interspersed with me watching him poz random twinks who had come to his bar to get hiv. Master explained to me that he ran a bar for hiv positive people to feel free to hangout and be who they were. This sometimes included initiating new members. As the summer went on my vists to master got more frequent till I was there nearly every day. It was around this point that I hit a plateau. I had been taking the same toys for weeks and couldn’t get any bigger. That was when master suggested trying a special lube to help me stretch. “This lube is what all the professionals use but it has something in it that you might be afraid of” master said gently as he stood in front of my gaping hole. “What is it master” “Methamphetamine” “No way that’s super bad for you” I replied hastily “Oh no it isn’t sweet boy, that’s just what the media tells you but for bottom sluts like you it’s actually essential” master said comfortingly “it’s exactly what you need to reach the next level baby ok?” “Yes master” I said hesitantly “Good boy” he said as he began to squirt the lube into me. He started working it deeper with his fist when I felt a burning then a rush came over me. I felt fucking amazing and my hole felt empty “Fuck fill me up master” I moaned needing to be full. I felt him push hs arm deeper and then felt more pressure against my cunt ring. I looked up at the mirror just in time to see his second arm slip in. He pulled his other arm back and locked his hands together inside me. The meth combined with the stretching sent waves of pleasure through me and I started writhing in a orgasm only to look down and see my cock was not only soft but somewhat shriveled as it leaked cum. I don’t know how many times I came that night but at the end master made me a suggestion. “ your cock looked amazing all shriveled up boy” master said as we sat naked on his couch “I know it’s still completely soft now too” I said leaning on masters thick hairy chest still spinning from the meth “ we could keep it that way all the time so it would get even smaller.” He said rubbing my shriveled cock like a clit. “ I think I’d like that master” I said as he stood up to go get something and came back with a pink cock cage “Here we are” he said as he locked my cock into it “ now I’ll just keep the key with me so it’s safe alright boy” “Yeah that sounds good” I said as I began to get dressed.

I got a load 4 you. Raw deep breeder here

That morning I woke with an all consuming urge like none that I had ever felt before, as soon as I opened my eyes I knew that I needed to be fucked and bred that day. I rolled over in bed and reached behind me to rub a finger over my furry pucker, it slipped easily a little way inside my hole. I could feel the sticky warmth of the load that had been deposited in my hole the night before. I slid my finger in deeper and looked at the boy laying naked next to me. He was this cute closeted twink from three doors down, he had shown up at my door late last night drunk saying his girlfriend had ditched him at a party and he needed to blow his load. Until that night we had been condom only, I had been condom only with everyone, but I was out of condoms and we were both horny so we went for it anyway. The sex was perfunctory, the load was huge, warm, and life changing. I pressed my finger against my prostate and let out a low moan. The twink slept on. Being fully aware that my finger would never satisfy the lust I was feeling that day I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of briefs that were laying on the floor and walked over to my desk. I opened my laptop, pulled up the web browser and stopped not really sure what to do next. I pulled up craigslist and typed out a hasty ad. Bottom boy looking to get bred, can host or travel. Send pic to receive reply. I attached a mirror shot of myself showing my body and my ass but not my face and after just a moments hesitation clicked post. Then I clicked over to Adam4Adam and started editing my profile: changing my practices to anything goes, and my sexual role to bottom from vers. The twink stirred in my bed and then looked at me bleary eyed. “What time is it?” he said. “Like ten am.” “Shit I gotta go,” he got up and got dressed. As he crossed to the front door of the apartment he turned and said, “I’ll… um… I’ll text you.” I clenched my ass a little and felt his load in my hole, my cock throbbed. I moved with my computer back to the bed and typed in “Gay bareback porn”. The sheer volume of search results was over whelming but one stuck out to me: Treasure Island Media. I scrolled quickly through their films and then after a few minutes on a ******* site had several downloading. I rubbed my finger over my hole again feeling a little cum leaking out. I had just started watching “The Breeding of Ian Jay” when my phone chirped that I had a new email, almost at the same moment my computer rang with the familiar tone of a new message on Adam4Adam. I opened the email first. “Still looking?” was all it said and included three pictures. The first of a tall blonde man standing on mountain trail somewhere, the second of the same man in a bathroom with just a pair of short running shorts on revealing a thin lean muscular body and a generous dusting of light brown hair, and the third and most intriguing of the bunch was of a thick veiny cock nestled in a thick cropping of light brown pubes. I immediately replied, “YES!” and included my phone number. Adam4Adam presented me with another equally appealing prospect: a smile from a 29 year old muscle bear cub with an eight inch cock. His main picture was just of his muscular furry torso in a leather harness, his private pics which he had unlocked included a pic of his strong handsome face, a pic of his massive Italian cock (I guessed at his ethnicity based on his screen name being theItalianStalion) and a pic of his thick chunk of man meat sunk raw, halfway up some dude’s ass. “Hey, what’s up?” I replied to him and waited. My phone was the first to go off. “Hey it’s Jeff, when can I breed that boyhole. I’m free till 1.” “Now.” “Address?” What the hell was I doing, I knew nothing about this man other then what he looked like, and that was assuming he looked like his pics and I was about to send him my address and let him fuck my ass? I sent him my address. “On my way, be there in 20.” My hole twitched and I felt a little more cum escape. What if he’s turned off by that? I panicked a little. “I already have one load in my ass, I hope that’s alright…” “Only one, I would have guessed more ” Then after a moment, “When did you get this load?” “Last night at like 4am” “You showered yet?” “No, but I can take one really fast.” “Don’t. I’ll text you when I get there.”

I got a text from Sir as I drove, “Good job boy. You proved with Matt and the blind fold you’re hungry enough to take any cock when you can’t see it. Now you’re going to prove you will take any cock from any man. Eric is a cutie but you almost certainly will not be attracted to all the men you’re going to see tonight. But all of them have big cock and all of them are going to breed your loose cunt deep. Mattie struggled at first with being willing to service everyone who wanted his hole, but something tells me you won’t have that issue. Good luck.” My cock throbbed in the cage, Sirs message made what I was doing all the hotter. It also gave me a mission and something to prove. I would show Sir and my owners that I was the best cumdump around, and that they had been right to choose me. I drove with new purpose to the next house, parked in the drive and proudly walked to the front door. A man in his late sixties opened the door. Inwardly I laughed, Sir had probably thought I hadn’t already shifted to wanting anyone with a big cock not just hunky college boys. This thin looking older man was tenting out his sweatpants and that was all I needed to know. He ordered me to strip and drop my plug by the door. I was then led naked through the house to a bedroom where he tossed me on my back, dropped his pants and slammed what felt like a foot-long cock into me. He barely said a word to me as he drilled away at my pussy. I didn’t care though, his cock felt amazing and within ten minutes of arriving at his house I had another thick load deep in my guts. Five minutes after that I was plugged and dressed and back in the car driving to my next address. The next man was in his mid-thirties with a sizeable gut, a handsome bearded face, and a cock that while much shorter than the others I’d had was fatter than a can of beer. He led me out to his garage, pulled down my shorts, took out the plug and bred me bent over his truck bed. Even after all the cock I had taken and the hours I had spent plugged his cock felt impossibly thick. I was slack jawed as he used me, and after he came in me and replaced the plug I felt less full than I had before. He had opened me so wide the plug felt loose. I texted Tom and Robert from the car that I was one load over my goal, and on my way to take another. “Good boy,” they responded, “Keep the plug Mattie gave you in and we’ll see you tomorrow. Have fun ;)” Twenty minutes later I was in the suburban part of town, naked, and on my knees with a bear slapping his semi hard fat cock against my face. I opened my mouth and he started to throat fuck me as his dick hardened. My mouth became full to bursting with cock as I suck him and slathered his cock in spit. I could feel it dribbling down my chin and his balls became wet with spit as they slapped my face. He groaned in appreciation as his cock slipped down my throat and I started to deep throat him. A voice came from the other end of the house, “Babe, is that slut here yet.” Then out of the corner of my eye I saw another naked man walked into the room. He was tall and beefy, totally smooth except for his thick armpits and the dense pubes around his already hard cock. “I guess he his.” “He’s a damn fine cock sucker, do you wanna try or just use his cunt.” “You enjoy his mouth babe, I’ll get another load in here for you. Get up on your hands and knees pig.” I shifted and presented my ass to the new man without ever letting the bears cock out of my mouth. He got behind me, pulled the plug out and whistled. Then without further comment he slid his cock inside me. I moaned around the bears cock and pushed back on the dick now entering my hole. “Fuck look at this whore backing up on my cock. Tom and Robert really lucked out on this one.” “Dump a big fresh load in him for me. I wanna feel your warm spunk in him when I fuck him.” The two men kissed above me as if I was only a sex toy. They slammed into me in tandem, keeping me trapped between their cocks. My eyes had glazed over, and the fuck lust had taken me over. Once more I had become the fuck zombie I was meant to be. It felt like my hole had gone slack around the invading cock, and drool was running out of my mouth. I was completely lost; my focus had shifted to be about nothing other than the cocks inside of me. The beefy guy fucking my hole spanked my ass as he ground his cock into me, and called me a whore as his pace quickened. He was about to breed me. I pushed my ass back against him, trying to get him deeper with each stroke. I tightened my hole around his cock and moaned. The vibrations made the bear in my mouth force his cock deeper in me in appreciation. Then yet another load was pumped into my hole. The guy held his cock in me and shook, breathing heavily. A big drop of sweat fell onto my back. Slowly he pulled his cock from my hole. Heavy hands pushed down on my back as they kissed over me, then the cock was gone. I felt cool air on my gaping hole. “My turn,” said the bear, and he pushed my mouth off of his cock. They switched places and the bear slammed his cock into me. I gasped and threw my head back, but my mouth was only empty for a moment before I was licking ass juice and cum off the cock that had just bred me. The bear didn’t l last long, and soon there was another load of cum being pumped into me. As soon as he pulled out of my cunt I spun around and cleaned off the bears dick as well. “Fuck,” said the beefy guy, “did he come with this plug in his cunt?” “Sure did. Slide it back in him before our loads leak out.” I pushed my ass back against the plug and it slid in easily. I had to concentrate to keep it in, my hole felt loose around its base. “Thanks for cleaning my dick off kid. You’d better get dressed and get to your next appointment.” “Thank you, Sirs,” I said. I got dressed and clenching my hole as I walked I left and got back in my car. Sitting in my car I sent a text to Tom and Robert, “Those last two cocks ruined me. Sir’s plug wont even stay in my cunt anymore.” “Fuck yes pig!” They responded, “Keep wrecking that cunt. Drive by the house on your way to the next appointment, there will be a gift for you in the mailbox.” “A gift?” “You’ll see.” “Yes, Sir!” I started to drive towards their house. My ass felt wet and I knew I was leaking cum onto my car seat. In the mailbox at Tom and Roberts house I found a brown paper bag stuffed in the mailbox. It was heavy when I pulled it out. I opened it so quickly I tore the bag. Sitting in my lap was another plug. It was heavy, a silvery orange, and even bigger than the one currently inside my hole. I looked up and down the street, I needed to feel it inside me. There didn’t seem to be anyone around so I pulled my shorts down and slid the old plug from my battered hole. I glob of cum dripped into the back of my shorts as I did. I scooped it up and slathered it all over the new plug. Then after spitting on the head, I sat on it. For a long moment I hovered with three quarters of it deep inside me, my hole trying to open yet wider, then the muscles gave way and with a deep moan I slid down and rooted the plug inside me. “Thank you for the plug Sir!” I texted, still shaking a little. “Don’t worry boy, now that you’re ours you hole is never going to be left wanting again. Have fun.” “Thank you!” Then I texted the next address I had received and started driving. I was admittedly thrown off when I pulled up to the next address. I was sitting in the parking lot of the largest dorm on campus. I knew what Sir was doing, he was testing me. It was easy to have men over to my place, or to go to random houses throughout town but to walk into a dorm where I might run into anyone I know smelling of sweat and cum with a massive plug holding me wet hole open was another. I also knew I didn’t have a choice really. I wanted to belong to Tom and Robert, and that meant completing Sir’s tasks. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I knew where I was going, I’d been to this dorm probably a hundred times. I walked as quickly as I could with the plug to the elevators closest to the parking lot. I tried to avoid making eye contact or looking around, hopefully then no one I knew would catch a glimpse of me. A couple more people got on the elevator with me, but I kept myself to the corner and my back to the wall incase anyone noticed the possible wet spot on my ass. On the tenth floor I got off, looked around and moved quickly to the room number I’d been given. I felt certain I knew someone who lived on this floor but I couldn’t remember if they lived on this side of the building or not. I found the room, a single at least I knew there would only be one guy here, and knocked. The door opened and a tall red head stood there. “Come in,” he said smiling. He was a full head taller than me, and broadly built. He closed the door and pulled his shirt off. His whole chest was covered in ginger fur, bright pink nipples stood out from his milk colored skin. I took his cue and started taking off my own clothes. When he moved to drop his underwear, I stopped to look. Another hefty cock flopped out and my hole twitched. I fucking loved Sir’s taste in friends I decided. I dropped my shorts and got on my knees to start sucking his cock hard. The red head didn’t say anything, he just guided his hardening cock to my mouth. I nuzzled my nose into his thick ginger pubes and his balls bounced off of my chin. His cock swelled down my throat and it got harder to breath as he fucked me. When I eventually pulled off and gasped for air his cock was fully hard and at least nine inches long. He smiled down at me. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me to my feet. Unexpectedly he kissed me. Then pulling away said “Now lets add another load to that cunt, shall we?” He pushed me towards the bed and I got on all fours with my hole facing him. He whistled at the sight of the plug base and pulled it carefully from my hole. I moaned. “You’re enjoying becoming a cumdump aren’t you.” “Yes!” “I did too my freshman year.” I looked over my shoulder at the ginger jock about to stuff his cock in my hole. How many owned boys went to this damn school I thought. “You’re owned too?” “Oh no. I just had a hot local daddy and his husband turn me on to being a hole when I first got to school two years ago. They also taught me the joy,” he rubbed his cock head on my hole, “of breeding other pigs.” He slid his cock inside my worn-out hole. “Fuck you’re wet and loose. I love it.” “They don’t live on the other side of town in the burbs do they.” He laughed starting to slowly fuck me, “Yeah.” “I was just there.” “That explains why you’re so fucking full.” He spanked my ass and picked up the pace. “They were amazing,” I said between gasps. “I’ll tell them you said so. I’m going to see them tonight. I always end up craving cock after fucking a cumdump like you.” “You can have my cunt anytime you want it Sir.” I was now whoring myself out unprompted. Sir had thought today would be a challenge, that it would break me somehow. It wasn’t, it was just proof of who I had always been. With each load I became more and more myself. I was a whore, a cumdump, a slut, a pig. Whatever you wanted to call me, I knew my place in the world. “Oh I’m going to keep your number.” The red head replied as he drove his cock deep inside me. He spanned my ass and pulled me up to his chest by the hair. He sloppily kissed me from behind while still fucking me. I groaned into his mouth as his raw cock got deeper and deeper inside me. “Your sloppy cunt feels so good. I’m going to breed you deep.” “Fuck yes, add your load to my hole. Fuck it into my full guts.” “Right into your guts. Past your busted second ring. Fuck, I’m going to cum. Take my fucking load you slut.” “Yes! Breed me!” “Here it comes. Fuck!” He slammed into me, knocking me into the mattress and pumped another load into me hole. At this point I had no idea how many I had taken that day, but however many it was. It wasn’t enough. He held me down for a few minutes as he came down from his orgasm. His cock occasionally twitched inside me while it softened. He eventually pulled out with a soft plop and quickly returned the plug to my gaped and swollen cunt. I turned around and cleaned off his cock before standing up to get dressed. He kissed me before I could swallow all of the cum and ass juice from his cock. “I like the taste too,” he said. “I’ll see you again soon,” he said giving me a quick kiss as I stepped out into the hallway after getting dressed. I turned to walk back to the elevator, and stopped dead in my tracks. I was face to face with my friend Kevin. He grinned. “You don’t live here.” “Nope,” I stammered, “just visiting a friend.” “Uh hu… sure. Just visiting the hot red head RA.” “Yep.” “What’s his name then?” I must have gone completely scarlet at that, because Kevin smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ve hooked up with him too. Did he fuck you or you fuck him?” “I… uh… well…” Kevin and I had never had an overtly sexual conversation like this. I guess him finding me outside of a trick’s door had broken that barrier down. “He fucked me,” I said at last, feeling my cheeks burn. “Fuck that’s hot. So you’ve got a nice big load in you right now haven’t you?” “I…” “He only fucks raw. You don’t have to pretend,” he laughed. “Well, yeah,” I laughed too. “I love sloppy seconds,” he took a step closer to me, “My rooms just down the hall.” Feeling braver I said, “That’s cute that you think you’d be the second.” “How many loads have you taken?” We were inches from each other now. “Lets just say if you like sloppy… you wont be disappointed.” He was close enough not that he had to be able to smell the sex and cum on me. “Sloppy enough you can handle this?” He grabbed my hand and shoved it against his growing bulge. I get a fat shaft and some low heavy balls. “Why don’t you take the plug out of my hole and find out.” “Oh fuck! Lets go.” Shifting his bulge to the side he led me down past the elevators to the other side of the building and into his dorm room. He had a single off a shared living space but it didn’t look like anyone was there just now. As soon as the door to his bedroom closed I was naked. Kevin’s eyes landed on the cage and his face went from shock to hunger in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry,” he said pulling his shirt off revealing his smooth thin frame, “how did I not know you were this much of a bottom.” I quickly told him the story as he stripped to his underwear. “God that’s fucking hot.” He dropped his briefs and a cock that looked like a fucking beer can stood out from his skinny body. “Most boys have trouble taking me but I think you’ll be fine.” “You’ll get no complaints from me,” I turned around and shook my plugged hole at him.

Back in my car I sent a quick text to Jeff saying “Thanks for sending Tom and Robert my way” and then one to my friend Matt “You will never believe what just happened to me.” Then I dove home. Both of their replies came just as I got back in my apartment. Jeff: “They’re fun I hope you got two big loads rom them.” Me: “Far more than that. Matt: “You get some more loads dumped in you slut?” I stripped off my clothes and took a picture of my caged cock and sent it to Matt, along with a video of Tom sliding a massive toy inside me that they had sent me. Jeff: “They stretch you out?” Me: “Sure did” I sent him the video and then I sent him the picture of my caged cock. Jeff: “Fuck, they’ve been saying they need a new cunt for ages. Guess they chose you.” Me: “It feels fucking amazing. My cunt is so open.” Jeff: “Now that’s something I need to see. Up for another load?” Me: “Fuck yes, you know the address.” Jeff: “Be there in 20.” How could I still be horny, I had just quite literally had my guys rearranged, and yet I was excited for yet another man to come breed me. While I was waiting for Jeff Matt responded again. “Fuck! Now your cock is caged up and you’re getting stretched out. That’s so fucking hot. I may have to come back and breed your cunt again.” “Yes, do it! A guy is coming over in a few minutes, but come over whenever!” “How did I not know you’re a cum dump?” “I wasn’t before today.” “Well you took to it like a fish to water. Lol. Who locked your cock?” “The couple that just bred me… they want me to be their pig.” “Fuck that’s hot. Ok I’ll come by and breed you after class.” “Can’t wait.” With another breeding lined up I moved to check my computer when a knock came at the door. I opened the door and there was the same tall blond in a polo from this morning. I had forgot that I was completely naked in a cock cage, but Jeff pushed me inside and growled. “Fuck yes, I hope Tom and Robert keep you, I love breeding their boys.” He moved me towards the bedroom, then knocked me face first onto the bed. I shifted my knees under myself and presented my hole to him “They really did a number on you. This is not the same hole I bred this morning.” I heard him strip off quickly and then his cock was pressing against my hole. It took no force for him to enter me. He just slid inside. We both groaned. “Im not going to last long in this sloppy cunt. Fuck you feel so good pig.” “Yes, add your load to my hole. Breed me!” “Take that fucking load boy,” he practically yelled and slammed inside me. His cock pulsed in my cunt, and I let out a sigh. “I’m going to be breeding this cunt often I think. I’m going back to work now boy.” As Jeff got dressed I was already back on my phone texting Matt that I had another load in me and was waiting for him. I also noticed several new emails from Craigslist. I was almost so distracted that I didn’t realize Jeff was dressed and about to leave until he smacked me on the ass. “Have fun pig,” he winked. “Thank you ,Sir!” I called after him as he left, and turned back to my phone. Matt texted back saying he wouldn’t be done with class for a little while, but that he wouldn’t be mad if I made him wait to take more loads. So, I turned my attention back to the new emails. Two seemed pretty bland, or fake. I deleted those. The first one I responded to said “Looking to breed a pig cunt,” and included a picture of a short but fat cock, a pair of low hanging balls, and a little bit of a furry gut. I responded to whoever it was with my phone number, and moved onto the next. “Free all afternoon and horny as fuck,” read this one followed by a torso photo of hairless well-built man, and then a hefty looking cock with close cropped blonde pubes. He also got my phone number. A guy who looked old enough to be my father with a long but thin looking dick, along with a young otter with a fairly average cock, also both were sent my number. I turned Ian Jay back on while I checked A4A and waited to hear from any of the guys who had just emailed me. Ian was now getting gang banged by a room full of fat dicks, I was envious. A4A was pretty boring this time of day, and I resigned myself to waiting for Matt. Then my phone chirped, “Just got your Craigslist email, free now?” “Fuck yes, I’ve got nine loads in my cunt,” I sent him my address and a pic of my caged cock. “On my way pig.” I texted Matt, “Got another top on the way.” “Fuck yes cunt! Who?” “Random from Craigslist, I gave my number to several responses so it could be any of them.” “I fucking love this!” “Me too!” “Class gets out in an hour, see you after.” Killing time I sent a text to Tom, “Just took another load from Jeff, some random from Craigslist is on his way, and my friend Matt is coming over after class! I hope they all like my ruined cunt.” “Good job boy! How many is that now? 9 with 11 planned?” “Yes Sir!” “Try and get at least 15 today, and 15 tomorrow.” “Yes Sir! I think I can do that.” “I know you can boy.” “Parking.” A text came from the Craigstlist guy. I stuck my phone by the bed and went to wait by the front door. He knocked, and completely naked I opened the door. None of the guys had sent faces but this had to be the well-built guy with the blonde pubes. He was about 6’-2” blonde hair, maybe 45, and looked to be fresh from the gym. “Come on in,” I said, stepping back and letting him in. “Thank pig.” He came in and closed the door, then promptly took his shirt off. He must have just come from the gym, I could smell the sweat on him. He didn’t waste time and took off his clothes, and once he was in just his briefs I led him into my bedroom. I got on my knees and pulled his hardening cock out of his underwear. His cock tasted salty, but not like sweat, I looked up at him, and he grinned. “Can you taste the last pig I bred on my cock?” “Yes!” “Does that turn you on pig?” “Yes Sir!” “Why?” I thought about it for a moment and answered, “I makes me feel even more sub to know I’m not your first. I’m just some hole.” It was remarkably honest in that moment, but I knew it was true. Much like the guy who had bred me after taking loads himself all night, this put me further down the rungs and I enjoyed that feeling. “Good answer boy, now finish getting me hard.” I swallowed his cock, and savored the taste of old cum and ass juice. It continued to harden in my mouth. When I came up for air his cock looked even bigger than it had in his photos. I devoured it. This guy hadn’t come for a blow job though, and he eventually got me up on the bed on my back and took his place between my legs. He started to rub his cock against my hole, picking up cum from my crack as he did. “Fuck you don’t even need spit to open up,” he pressed his cock into me. I took a breath and he sunk into me. “Oh shit,” he groaned, “Your pussy’s been wrecked!” “About an hour ago there was a fist in my cunt,” I said, reaching up and pulling his face close to mine, “Two bears stretched my cunt wide and then filled it with cum. And then… they caged my cock.” He started to fuck me slowly, “Is this your first day in the cage then boy?” “Yes, Sir.” The fucking picked up a little faster, “Does that mean you’ve just given in to being a sub?” “Yes.” He was fucking me harder now. “I didn’t know I was a cumpig till… well… today.” “A fresh cunt. But damn, you are so full of cum, and you’ve been fisted,” he was starting to sweat as he slammed into me. I was shocked he was still talking, “You are a natural born cunt!” “Yes, Sir and I need your load.” He held onto my shoulders and slammed into me as hard as he could. His thighs slapped against my ass cheeks. I was whimpering, and he was growling. He fucked me with long strokes, he hammered me deep, he jackhammered away at me, he abused the fuck out of my cunt. He wasn’t deterred by my slack hole which I had been worried about, he seemed to love it. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.” “God this cunt feels so good.” “Please! Give me your load!” “Fuck yes boy!” “Fill me up.” “I’m going to breed this cunt.” “Breed my pussy!” “Fucking take my load faggot!” “Yes!” He slammed into me and throbbed well past my second ring. I moaned in satisfaction, and he reared back, hands behind his head. As he exposed his furry pits his sent washed over me and I felt a heavy glob of precum drip from my caged cock. I loved it, his sent was intoxicating. Slowly he pulled out. “Fuck that felt good, fa…” he stopped mid-sentence. My front door had opened. We both looked over worried. “Don’t stop on my account, please, finish up.” Matt had arrived.

The latest message was from my third email, the middle aged guy with the beer can cock. “I’m just starting my lunch break,” it read. Shit, I thought is it only lunch time? It was in fact only just now 1pm. “Still taking loads? I’ve got an hour and a half.” “Yes, just took a big one from a jock boy, come breed me.” “Fucking pig. I’ll be right over. My office is about twenty minutes away.” Another guy, another random man was on his way to fuck me, and something told me he too would not be enough to slake my lust. Rolling over on my bed, I grabbed my computer and checked A4A for the first time in a couple of hours and found five new messages. Most of them were lame, but two were from guys who looked promising. The first was a guy who had hit me up before but I had always pushed off. He was older, maybe in his late 50’s, not usually my type, and his profile said he only fucked raw, which up until today had been an issue for me. “You’ve changed your profile boy, does that mean you’re ready to take this cock.” He had attached a picture of his cock too, and it was huge. Stabbing out from a thick bush of salt and pepper hair was a broad flat headed beast of a dick. My hole twitched. “Yes! I’m taking loads all day. When do you want to come over?” I responded, and added my phone number. The second interesting message came from a profile I had always been curious about. The stats were close to my age, and well built, there were no face pictures only body, and one of them showed a tattoo that I couldn’t quite make out but looked a lot like the bird my friend had across his arm. I had often wondered if it was my friend Matt, if it was he had never said anything, and my profile had a face clearly visible. His unlocked pics showed more body, and a stupidly fat uncut cock. “Interested in an anonymous load? I’m in the mood to breed a blindfolded slut.” “Fuck yes,” I sent him the address, “Let me know when to unlock the door.” His reply came fast, “Do it now, I’m already on campus and not far. Be on your bed ass up, and blindfolded.” I went and unlocked the door and then rooted around for a bandana to use as a blindfold. I found one just in time, and had barely gotten on the bed with it tied around my eyes when I head the door. For a moment my sober brain panicked, what was I doing. This was the most dangerous thing I had done yet. This guy could be anyone, he could rob me, or worse. Then I heard his belt coming undone and felt his fingers on my hole and I didn’t care. He didn’t say anything, he just spit on my hole and then licked up some of the cum that had leaked out. I moaned and pushed my ass back, spreading my cheeks with my hands. I felt the unmistakable pressure of a dick pressing against me hole, and breathing out slowly opened wide for it. I let out a long sigh as his cock slid deep inside me. I felt my hole stretch wide around the girthy member, the pictures of his cock had certainly been truthful. He grunted his approval as he bottomed out inside of me and I felt his pubes against my slick cheeks. I felt fantastically full stretched around the mystery man’s cock, I started pushing back on his dick trying to get him deeper and deeper. He rewarded me with a smack on my ass and then a quick jab of his cock. I squeaked, and he took hold of my hips. Holding tight to my hips he began to pound me. His cock felt so thick, and was hitting all of the right spots inside me that I was little more than a whimpering mess within minutes. He pushed me more and more forward till I collapsed on the bed with him on top of me stuffing his cock still further inside me. “Please breed me,” I begged softly over and over again, “I need your load.” He never said a word, he just kept pounding me. The sound of his skin slapping against mine was his only answer as his pace became more feverous and rough. Eventually he pinned me to the bed, and with his dick planted as far inside of me as he could get it, blew his load. I moaned in satisfaction as I listened to his ragged breath and felt him convulse against my body. Once his orgasm had subsided I thanked him for his load, and then listened to him leave before taking off my blindfold. My phone lay off to the side on the end table. I picked it up to check my messages and line up more cock. As I did a text came through from my friend Matt. It was a video, and it only took me a few seconds to realize it was a video of me taking a fat uncut cock. “Now that I know you’re a bareback slut we’ll have to hang out more.”

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There were three new messages waiting for me and a few emails. I checked the texts first. One was irrelevant to my mission for loads as it was from a girl in my physics study group. The other two, however, got my hole twitching again. They were both from guys to whom Jeff had given my number. One was looking for later in the afternoon. The other guy, however, I found much more exciting. ‘Hey, Jeff gave my your number and address. I’m about five minutes away. You wanna get bred again?” He attached a picture of a thick fat cock with a massive mushroom head surrounded by a thicket of dark black pubes. I replied: “Yes. Door is open.” “On my way.” I checked the emails on my phone and sent my phone number to a few other guys who looked promising, and just as I was about to open adam4adam I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my door. I tossed my phone back onto my bed and knelt in front of the door. As the handle started to turn I suddenly realized that the only part of this man that I had seen was his cock. I knew that that was somehow wrong, or dirty - that I was ready to take this stranger’s load, but the fact that I had no idea who was about to walk in the door only made my hole twitch more and my hunger for cum deepen. The door swung open and a guy not much older then I walked in. He was short with shaggy dark brown hair and a broad barrel chest. His blue eyes twinkled as he looked at me and said, ”Hey.” I almost laughed at the casualness of his greeting, but just responded, “Hey.” “So you wanna get bred like a slut?” he asked, closing the door. “Yes please.” “How many loads have you taken?” “Two today, one last night.” “Turn around and spread your cheeks. I wanna see your hole.” I spun around and bent over, sticking my ass in the air and reached back to spread my hole wide for him. “Fuck that’s a hot, tender pink hole gaping open just a little bit. I’m gonna give you a big fat load up there.” He pulled off his shirt and kicked of his shoes. I was impressed that such a short guy could be so fucking stacked. His pecs rippled as he moved, his torso was completely smooth except for a thick dense treasure trail leading down into his decidedly tented sweat pants. As he stepped closer he dropped his pants revealing the tick mushroom headed cock I had seen in a picture - the head of which now glistened with precum. He got down on his knees behind me and lined up his cock with my hole. I let out a long moan of ecstasy as he sank his cock into my waiting cum filled hole. We didn’t need any pretence or foreplay we both knew what we needed. He needed to get off and my hole needed to be bred. I arched my back and pressed my ass back onto him as his mushroom head stretched out my insides. “Damn, you’ve got a hot hole,” and with that he started to fuck me slowly, adding “it's so wet and warm.” I met him back with each trust, and in no time, he was pounding me, pulling his cock almost completely out of my hole and then slamming it back into my hole. A little part of me in the back of my mind was screaming, “You don’t even know his name,” but the rest of me didn’t care. “Fuck,” he said, “your ass feels so good on my cock. I’m not going to last very long.” “Fucking breed my hole,” I encouraged. “Don’t worry, I will.” After a few more minutes he grunted and slammed all the way into my hole, his cock twitching as he shot his load deep into my guys. When his cock finally stopped throbbing I expected him to pull out but after a few moments he just started slowly pulling in and out of my hole 'til once more he was he was fucking me in earnest, his cock never leaving my hole or having going soft. “I normally cum at least three times before I go soft,” he grunted by way of explanation. He wasn’t lying. In fact it wasn’t until after the fifth time that he grunted and slammed his cock balls deep in me to shoot his load that he pulled out his cock finally slacking. “I’m gonna keep your number,” he said before getting dressed and leaving. I lay on the floor, covered in sweat and cum, wondering for a moment what the hell I had become.