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Continued... It was Friday and I was working the first shift at the restaurant. Steve was doing his flirtatious act with the staff, lifting his shirt and showing everyone his six pack abs, light treasure trail and just enough of his pants pulled down to let everyone see his pubes. He turned to me with that smirk on his chiseled face; the women and men were fascinated with him, but we both knew where his wicked desires lay. The early shift meant I was off at 10 and he was closing. Not a problem. I pushed out my last order, turned to him and said, “I’m out of here.” I jumped in my car and drove directly to my uncle Hank’s house. I parked my car, walked to the door, rang the bell, and waited for the door to open. As it opened, he was dressed in jeans, boots and a dark shirt with the top three bottoms undone. He invited me in, poured us a drink and said, “Drink up, we’re going to the bathhouse soon.” Blood began to run to my dick. I quickly poured another drink and got ready to go. We arrived at the door to the bathhouse and waited for the man before us to receive his towel, the door buzz, and he enter. My uncle made small talk with the man behind the window, handed him his ID and some cash, the door buzzed and we both entered, were handed towels on the other side of the door. Looking around there were lockers on the first floor with showers. Around the corner was a sauna. We bypassed all that and proceeded up a staircase. Our room was on the second floor. My uncle opened the door and inside the walls were black, there was a double bed and a sling. We quickly stripped and uncle Hank told me to forget the towel. He grabbed the room key and motioned for me to follow him. We exited the room and walked down the hall and at the end was a video room with a few carpeted benches. Two guys were in there stroking, one looked late 20s and the other early 40s. Both were muscular, but looked zoned out. We sat on the bench and as the porn on the screen was playing we began to stroke our cocks. An urge came over me, I dropped to me knees and began to suck my uncle’s now engorged cock. Slowly the room began to fill with men who were now not watching the porn on the movie, but stroking out watching me service my uncle. After putting on a show, and not wanting to cum, he grabbed my head and motioned for us to stand up. We stood and walked out of the room and began to wander the halls. Some of the doors were open with guys looking to invite others in. We stopped by one room with two hot guys fucking. We walked in and the top reached over and closed the door. We stood by the wall as they resumed fucking. The bottom reached for my uncle’s cock. The top pulled out and invited me to begin to fuck the dude. Gladly I positioned myself and slid into the sloppy hole and began to fuck him. The top began to kiss my uncle’s chest and moved his mouth down to begin sucking his cock. There was much more to do so unc motioned for us to go. I pulled out, he pushed the dudes off his cock, we opened the door and walked out. There was another staircase to the third floor so we walked up the stairs, our cocks bouncing as we made our way. Looking around I saw that others began to follow us.

3. The next day Sir had texted Jake an address to go to. He’d been shocked when he arrived and Mike opened the door. Before he’d been able to as where Sir was Mike had him on his knees and sucking on his cock. Mike had dragged Jake into his apartment, stripped him naked and stuffed his tongue into Jake’s hole without really saying much of anything. It wasn’t until he was looming over Jake, now on his back with his knees against his chest, and rubbing his cock against Jake’s hole that he spoke. “It’s one thing to take someone’s cock when Sir is watching you. When you can see his big fucking monster right there in front of you. Enticing you, drawing you in. The object of your desires. It’s another thing to start to prove to him that you’re the kind of slut that deserves his cock. You can stop now, go home and I’ll tell Sir that you’re not ready yet… or…” “Please,” Jake said, his voice sounding desperate, “Fuck me!” “Good boy,” Mike replied and sunk his thick cock into Jake’s tender hole. Feeling Mike bottom out inside him Jake was almost shocked at how little thought that had taken. Sir had sent him here. Sir had sent him to Mike. So, obviously there was no question. He had to let Mike fuck him. That’s what a good slut would do. A good slut would let Mike fuck him, and Sir needed him to be a good slut. That was the only way he was going to get Sir’s cock in him. Mike pounded Jake till they were both dripping with sweat before he pumped a fresh hot load into the boy’s hole. Jake moaned and thanked him as he felt Mike’s cum fill him. “Good boy,” Mike said, as he pulled his softening cock out. “I can’t wait to feel your hole turn into a fucking pussy. Sir gave me your number. I’ll text you next time I need to get off.” “Fuck! Any time,” Jake replied, and he meant it. Mike summoned Jake back after work the next day. He pulled Jake into his apartment, spun him around, pulled his pants down, and fucked him against the front door. Jake wasn’t even there twenty minutes. The following day he texted Jake while he was at the gym. Jake went over still sweaty and rode Mike’s cock. Back at his apartment after Jake had ridden the largest dildo he dared from the starter kit, fucking Mike’s load deeper into his hole. It felt easier every time. His hole opened up more quickly. His daily dildo sessions, and frequent plugging, along with poundings from Mike were opening his hole up. He could feel himself becoming looser and more accommodating. After a third fuck from Mike he’d been able to slowly work himself down on the next biggest plug. He immediately texted Sir. “Good boy.” Sir had responded. “Once you conquer the next one I’ll have you over and we’ll stretch you out and pick out your next round of toys.” “I can’t wait Sir!” Jake typed back. “Remember boy,” Sir’s next message read, “Stretching out that hole isn’t the only thing you have to do to earn this.” A picture of Sir’s cock, it’s impossible length and girth fully hard in his hand came through. “Only real slutty fags can take me.” “Yes Sir!” “Being Mike’s regular cumdump is a good start, but you and I both know that’s not enough to earn my monster.” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy… remember, have fun.” Jake sat, his hole stuffed, on his couch thinking about what Sir had said. He slipped his hand into his briefs and felt the precum leaking from his cage. Even though he’d already been fucked by Mike and spent an hour riding his toys he was still horny. Not being able to jerk off kept him on edge all the time. Being Mike’s cumdump wasn’t enough. Jake rocked on the plug, he felt it push against his prostate. Being Mike’s cumdump wasn’t enough. On a sudden impulse Jake did something he hadn’t done since he and Chris got together. He opened a hoop up app. If Sir wanted him to behave like a slut that was exactly what he was going to do. Jake pulled up his profile and changed it from his former vanilla top settings. He set his sexual position to bottom and under looking for he wrote “hung tops to pound my hole.” Satisfied Jake clicked save and went to the grid. He scrolled slowly, checking out profiles and looking for someone who might dump another load in him. He sent out a couple of woofs, and a few “How’s it going” messages. Jake had been on the app for maybe five minutes when a message pinged through. He clicked over to the inbox and stopped. He knew the person in the icon. It was his friend Adam. Nervously he clicked on the message. “Hey Jake! I didn’t think you did the apps anymore.” Adam had written. “I don’t usually. Chris is out of town for a while. I thought I’d just see what’s up, maybe chat a little. Lol.” Jake responded, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t there trolling for dick. “So the line in your profile about ‘looking for hung tops to pound your hole,’ is just for show?” Adam’s reply came quickly. “Yeah something like that.” Jake said after a moment of contemplation. “That’s too bad.” “Why?” “I was hoping you’d given up that top only bullshit and I was finally gonna get to pound you.” Jake froze. He almost couldn’t believe what he’d just read. He’d never imagined Adam as a top. Adam, at five six, wasn’t very imposing. He had a powerful tight dancer body, with a thick muscular ass. His face was narrow and pointed though still handsome. All in all he looked like the perfect chaotic bottom boy, often dressed in tight pants and stringy tank tops. After a moment Jake decided the best thing to do was to play along. “Well, I said that I was looking for hung tops so… even if I was looking you’d be disqualified.” He added a winky emoji to show he was still being friendly. “So if I prove to you I’ve got a big enough dick you’ll let me fuck you?” “Lol. I’m really just looking to chat and probably jerk off.” Adam knew Chris just as well as he did Jake. Though it wasn’t out of the bounds of their open relationship agreement for him to flirt with Adam he didn’t really want his friends knowing what he was becoming. “Too bad. It would have been hot to watch you struggle to take it.” Adam messaged back. “What makes you think I would struggle.” “You wouldn’t even get half my cock in your tight ass. When was the last time you got fucked?” “I’m better at it and you think. I sincerely doubt I couldn’t handle you.” “Think you can take this?” Adam said, and then sent a picture of himself standing naked in a full length mirror holding his rock hard cock. Jake stared at the photo in disbelief. Adam’s dick was huge. Obviously, nothing close to Sir’s but certainly as long as Mike’s and possibly fatter. Thick foreskin curved over the glistening head. The base was surrounded by a wild mass of pubes, and full looking balls hung down. Jake sent the only response he could think of. “Holy shit you do have a big dick.” “Just cause I’m short doesn’t mean I’m not packing. But you didn’t answer the question… do you think you can take me.” Jake didn’t just think he could. He knew he could and now that he’d seen Adam’s cock he felt a need to. “Look,” Jake replied, “Chris and I are open, but we don’t talk about it. Whatever the other one does is his business.” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Chris how you changed your tune as soon as you saw my cock.” “There’s something else too… while Chris is away I’m doing a little exploring…” Had Jake not been desperately horny from not cuming for a week, or had he not been so desperate to prove to Sir what a slut he was, he probably wouldn’t have done what he did next. He stripped off naked and went into his bedroom. Standing in his full length mirror, with his tiny cock cage on full display, he took a photo. He only hesitated a moment after putting it in the chat before hitting send. His heart thudded while he waited for Adam’s reply. “Holy fuck. That’s not just a little exploring. You look like such a hot fag with your cock locked up like that!” “This stays between us, right?” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. How long have you been locked?” “A week. I’m so fucking horny.” “Who locked you?” “I met this Dom. We’re experimenting while Chris is away. He’s training me.” “Fuck! That’s so fucking hot.” “Thanks!” “So he’s locked your cock like a fag slut… do you act like a fag slut now?” “Invite me over and find out.” Twenty minutes later Jake was in Adam’s apartment. For a moment they stood awkwardly in Adam’s bedroom. After a nervous laugh Adam said, “Strip,” his tone suddenly becoming sharp. “Show me that cage fag.” The energy in the room was immediately charged. Adam was in charge now. Jake feeling a little self-conscious pulled off his shirt, kicked his shoes off and then dropped his pants. He stood in front of Adam, who was still fully clothed, in just his briefs. If Adam hadn’t known Jake was caged the bulge from his balls could almost have passed as normal, but the closer he looked the more obvious it became. His cock throbbed, at the sight of his friend’s naked body. “Come on slut. Show me.” Jake hooked his fingers into briefs and pushed them down. “Fuck,” Adam said with an appreciative groan. “Look at you.” He took in Jake’s wide shoulders and narrow hips. His firm square pecs and the butterfly shaped patch of hair spilling over them, and the pert pink nipples that stood at attention. He admired the treasure trail that crept down Jake’s toned stomach; at first a little narrow strip of hair almost connecting to his chest hair, then expanding into a wide delta before it joined with his ample pubes. Jake’s nub of a cock was leaking. Although the cage was almost entirely obscured by the bulge of Jake’s balls, the tip and the steady stream of precum were obvious. Adam closed the space between them and grabbed Jake’s balls. “How long have you been locked?” “A week,” Jake said, his voice catching. Adam was rubbing his swollen balls. He felt heat rising in his cheeks. “From what Chris has told me you’re a pretty horny guy. You usually want to fuck him three or four times a week. I bet us usually jerk off on the days when you don’t fuck him, right?” Jake nodded his agreement. Adam’s face was only inches from his. Jake couldn’t take is eyes off the other man’s wet lips. “And now nothing for a week. You must be crawling out of your skin.” “I’m so fucking horny,” Jake replied in a breathless whisper. “I know. Horny enough that just a picture of my hard cock was enough to get you over here.” “Fuck…” “Who locked you? Who’s this Dom?” Jake suddenly realized he didn’t actually know Sir’s name. He’d never said it. Jake had just taken naturally to calling him Sir and there had never been any discussion about it. Embarrassed, Jake said, “I call him Sir. I met him last weekend…” “You met him at the club, didn’t you? After I left. Holy shit you got picked up at the leather bar by some Dom. What’s he look like?” “He’s tall, taller than me. Maybe 50, shaved head, with a beard. He’s so big and strong. Not like jacked, but strong. And he’s fucking hairy everywhere… and he’s… he’s got this cock.” “What did he take you home and fuck you properly for the first time and now you’re hooked?” “Well… no he hasn’t fucked me yet. His dick is… his dick his huge.” “Bigger than mine?” “Much. It’s pumped and siliconed. It’s more than a foot long and I can’t even close my fingers around the base. He… he’s training me to take it.” “Holy shit! That’s so hot. So he locked you up so you’d focus on stretching out that pretty little hole of yours?” “Yeah…” “Fuck. Does he know you’re not just stretching your pussy, but you’re online trolling for dick?” “Well… yeah… he kinda. He kinda told me to. It’s not enough for me to just be able to take him…. I have to prove to him I’m also a big enough slut to earn his cock.” “Fuck,” Adam said, his own voice now breathless. “Get on your knees for me boy. We’re gonna show Sir what a good slut you are.” Jake dropped to his knees, looking at Adam expectantly. Adam fished his phone out of his pocket before undoing his pants. He pushed them to the ground along with his briefs. His cock, semi hard, swung enticingly in front of Jake’s mouth. Jake made to grab it but Adam pushed his hand away. “Not yet open your mouth boy, and don’t forget to swallow.” Slightly confused Jake sat back on his heels and waited with his mouth open. Adam aimed the camera at Jake’s face, then grabbed his cock with his free hand. He slapped it lightly on Jake’s mouth a couple of times before holding it with the tip resting on Jake’s lips. He closed his eyes for a second and seemed to concentrate. For a second nothing happened. Then very suddenly hot liquid shot into Jake’s mouth. It wasn’t cum. Adam was pissing into his mouth. Jake was shocked, but also didn’t know what to do other than to do as Adam had instructed and swallow. He gulped the hot salty liquid down fast as he could, his mouth over flowing more than once. Adam’s piss flowed over Jake onto the floor. He was covered in it. Still his cock leaked. Some new barrier in Jake’s mind had been broken, he’d crossed another threshold. He felt degraded and turned on all at once. He looked up at the please look on Adam’s face and knew this was the right thing to do. Slowly Adam’s stream slowed till it was just a trickle. Then he knocked the last few drops into Jake’s mouth, banging his cock head on Jake’s lower lip. “Fuck Jake.” He said tossing his phone aside. “That was so fucking hot. When I’m done with you you’re gonna text your Sir the video I just too. Now clean off my cock and get me hard so I can see how well you’ve stretched out your hole.” Jake dove forward and devoured Adam’s semi turgid member. Adam pulled his shirt off, at last revealing his full naked body. He was obscenely toned; his dancer’s physique hadn’t softened at all since he’d graduated college. His nipples were small, and stood out like two little buttons. There was a narrow strip of chest hair stretching the length of his sternum, and a wild trail leading down his stomach. His pubes were thick but well trimmed. They brushed Jake’s nose as he swallowed Adam’s cock. Adam’s meat grew in Jake’s throat, swelling and lengthening as he worked. It stretched his jaw as it came to its full girth. He felt is knocking against his tonsils. He cupped Adam’s full balls, eliciting another groan. After fifteen minutes Adam said, “Fuck, I can’t take it. I need that hole.” He grabbed Jake under the arms and dragged him to his feet. Adam was surprisingly strong for his size and he easily pushed Jake over onto the bed, and knocked him forward. Jake fell onto his hands and knees on the bed, his ass presented to Adam. Adam bent forward and lapped at Jake’s well stretched hole. He thought he tasted cum on Jake’s lips. A wicked grin spread across his face. In a series of deft moves he spat into his hand and lubed his cock head, dropped another wad of spit right onto Jake’s winking hole, and lined himself up. There was no warm up to this fuck. Adam pressed his head into Jake, and it slipped in with a pop. Jake moaned. “Oh fuck yeah! Give me that fat cock.” “Yeah. Take it. Fuck yeah! Take it. Holy shit. You must have really been working your hole. I can’t believe how open you are.” “I was riding a butt plug when we were texting… and I got fucked this morning.” “Who fucked you?” “One of Sir’s friends. He’s been fucking me all week… he was… he was the first one to fuck me raw.” “Fuck! And now you’re hooked. You’re dreaming about your Sir’s big fucking dick flooding you, aren’t you? Fuck! Locked for a week and you really are turning into a fucking slut!” Adam had hold of Jake’s hips and was pounding his dick into him mercilessly. They were both sweating. It was a brutal fuck. Jake could do nothing but take it and whimper. He’d never assumed the small mild mannered Adam would fuck like this. Suddenly Adam pulled out and knocked Jake onto his back. He grabbed Jake’s legs and threw them up to his chest. Right before he slammed his cock back into Jake’s slightly gaped hole he grabbed his phone. He held it over Jake, clearly recording. “I’m going to fucking breed you. I’m gonna cum so deep in you faggot. Is that what you want? Is that what you want slut?” “Fuck yes! Fuck! Breed me! Fill me up!” “Fucking slut! Begging for my load. Fuck yeah. Fucking take it!” Adam gave a roar and closed his eyes. His face screwed up tight and his whole body went tense. The camera was still aimed at Jake as Adam drove his cock deep as he could into Jake’s hole. They were locked together, Jake’s expression recorded, as Adam unloaded inside him. His body bucked a little, involuntary twitches as he came. Jake just crashed back into the bed, a contented look on his face. A little while later Sir looked at his phone. He had several messages from his new boy. He opened the thread and smiled.

For those who enjoyed reading my this, let me know what themes/plot points/moments you liked! — Maybe I’m a coward with a sick and twisted mind. Who cares honestly. My mind is drifting in and out of consciousness, bouncing between the immense pleasure pulsing from my hole and the drug-fueled haze of the past. This stranger is pounding away at my hole, intent on dumping another load up my used cunt. At 39, I’m finally living a life that makes me feel whole: spending most of my waking hours working out and getting fucked. It’s taken me years to admit that my fulfilling life doesn’t involve fighting the good fight. I chased after degrees, titles, and projects that would signal an accomplished life. But deep down, I felt trapped by the mundaneness of routine and rules. It took me a while to admit that I’m selfish and the only things I care about are cocks and cum. I’m vain. I love having a muscular body to seduce other men. I love flexing my butt or stretching my arms to reveal my toned abs. Despite being a tenured professor at one point, I’m actually a dumb faggot deep down. Arghhhhhhh, the guy fucking me moaned. He thrust in me hard one last time before pulling out only to be replaced by another guy. I didn’t know what they looked like because I was blindfolded. I could see faint lines of light, but everything was hazy. My body was humming from the Molly, weed, shrooms, and poppers. As the new guy found his rhythm, my mind began drifting again, almost as if the rhythmic fucking was the key to start my walk down memory lane. I met Tom when I was 29 and in my second-to-last year of grad school. The sustained stress of a PhD program unearthed and magnified my childhood traumas and fear of abandonment. I wanted a safe, stable relationship that could help me heal from my past. But I also knew that was the trauma talking. The thought of “wanting safety” had become an overbearing bodyguard, one that stood firm between me and the greater unknown. But also one that had backed me into a small corner. Of course, I didn’t have this clarity back then. Meeting Tom at the height of my life stress made me cling on to safety more than anything. And Tom was and still is the sweetest, most loving man I have ever met. He received all wounds with open arms. Supported me through the rest of grad school, encouraging me every time I wanted to quit or panicked because I felt inadequate. He was beautiful inside and out. Tom has these rich brown eyes that matched his skin tone. Those brown eyes gave such sweet, loving gazes. His nose and jaw were sharp and masculine. But his lips were large and soft, so delicate. And his cock. Oh god. That’s what really drew me to him when we first met. When he sent me dick pics over Grindr, I knew I was going to have fun. It tasted and felt even better in person. So thick. 6.5”. Husband dick. Or so I thought at the time. He came over. Fucked me. We cuddled, and the rest was history. Those first few months were magical. I thought I had found my sexual match. He quickly learned that I love having my nipples played with. Tom was always down to breed me. He could go multiple times, sometimes even staying hard after cumming and could go again (slowly at first). One time I got curious and asked him what the most times he’s cum with someone in one session. Eight times. It was with he ex, Kyle. He met Kyle over Grindr and was going to be one of two guys to fuck Kyle. The other guy passes out after dumping two loads into Kyle, and Tom ended up staying up through the night fucking Kyle. No drugs either. He said Kyle’s hole was magical. He could slide in without lube and just start fucking. He said Kyle’s hole made his cock twitch and tingle in ways he had never felt. And Kyle had this chaotic energy to him that made the encounter so fun. Tom’s eyes were elsewhere as he was telling me. His cock was rock hard, leaking, as he recounted how amazing Kyle’s hole felt. Tom said it was a bad breakup, but he would love to fuck Kyle again. Of course I freaked out hearing that. Christian trauma and abandonment fears were like the angel and devil on my shoulders, except both were telling me in unison to freak out. So I did. And Kyle became a sore spot in our relationship. A couple years into the relationship, Kyle had reached out to reconnect. Tom and I talked it over and I said it would be ok as long as Tom sets boundaries. They met up and talked for 3 hours. Didn’t do anything. And I trust Tom (we were still living in different cities). He told me about everything after and assured me nothing has changed for him. Little did he know, I impaled myself on my largest dildo and came time. I was horny by the fear and jealousy of losing him to Kyle, of him wanting Kyle more than me. And the thought of that made me fuck myself again. I wanted some loads real bad. Went on sniffies and got some guys by campus to come fuck me. I sniffed so much poppers that I went blind for a few seconds. I felt a high so exhilarating that I never wanted to come down. Alas, I came down and came. Got a load and had tuckered myself out. A few weeks go by and Tom says that he still has complex feelings for Kyle. They hung out again and Tom said he felt this pull towards Kyle. I freaked out. I told him I found this hot, but also that I don’t have the bandwidth to navigate this right now. He agreed and paused reconnecting with Kyle. Such a loving man. Sniff, someone said as they held a bottle to my nose. I sniffed hard as someone played with my nipples. He hovered over them gently and it felt so good that I squirted through my cage. Sniff! My body began to fade into the past again as the poppers began to swirl through my lungs. Four years later, things were starting to feel stable. I was done with grad school and finishing up my third year of my tenure track. Tom and I had been living together for about three and a half years. We moved in together right after I graduated. The first year was tough. It took us a while to calibrate to each other’s idiosyncrasies, but with enough time and patience, anything is doable. Our home was like a well oiled machine. We had also done a lot of couple’s therapy by this point. I was able to confront my abandonment fears, and Tom showed that he wanted to spend his life with me. We opened up our relationship and it was great. Well it was great and confusing. Tom fucked so often. So did I. But just not each other. Tom wanted to, but I just wanted to be ravaged by men. It was about quantity. I felt a rush when men lust after my body and hole. I should have known that I never truly dealt with my emotional trauma. It had simply transformed from fear to a need to be desired. External validation was my new dopamine. Being loved by one amazing man wasn’t enough anymore. I needed more. I remember it was around the one year mark after we opened that I grew restless. The overnight or weekend cum dump sessions weren’t enough for me anymore. I was growing tired of the balancing act I was doing. Coordinating my life with work and Tom meant I could never really act on my sluttiness on a whim. Everything had to be scheduled, meaning being a faggot had to be scheduled. But I had worked so hard for this life. Worked so hard to build my relationship with Tom. But my hole by this point had a mind of its own. It would rumble and vibrate telling me it was hungry. Sometimes I swore it would send my mind visions of the type of cock it was craving. Then I would need to hunt for this cock. But I could never stay out for too long, so my hole was never satisfied. Weekend motel sessions became the highlight of my month. Fall 2023. My foggy brain can’t pinpoint the month, but I know for a fact it was autumn 2023. Tom was gone for 3 weeks between seeing family and for work. I prepped for a week long cumdump session at my favorite motel. I set my out of office emails and notices, put up ads on all my fav sites, got drugs, and went to the motel. I had an abundance mindset. I wanted everything and nothing was too much. I was high on molly and weed. Four or five guys had fucked me by this point. My hole was humming. I was so happy. I was playing with my hole and nipples. Switching back and forth with one hand and scrolling on my phone with the other. He walked in. My eyes and lips went soft and numb. I couldn’t believe the god in front of me. He looked like if an Abercrombie model grew up to work as a mechanic who still worked out. Muscular but daddy. His shirt clung to his muscles. He was tall and hairy. His face looked serious. I wanted him with all my being. I perked up and slowly crawled to him, from the bed to the carpet. He looked down at me and didn’t say anything. He inspected my eyes carefully and then pulled out a pipe. He told me to standup and suck it. I stood up faster than you can blink. I never wanted anything more in my life than to have sex with this man. I mean that. I loved Tom, but this wasn’t about love. It’s about desire. And I have never desired another man more than him. I projected all my dom fantasies into this man the second he told me to smoke from his pipe. Not a question but an order. A fantasy I had replayed in my head a thousand times. I saw myself being owned and trained to be a nasty cumdump. Daddy’s sex slave. Daddy’s cash cow. Daddy’s faggot. I was leaking possibilities. So I looked at him with big puppy eyes and inhaled as he lit up that pipe. And he kept the fire going. And just when I thought I couldn’t anymore, he stopped and told me to hold. He sat slowly down in the bed and undid his pants. Told me to exhale on his cock. I did just that. Nothing more. I just hovered over his cock never stopping eye contact. I wanted to show him that I’m a good faggot. This was my audition. I wanted to show him how I’m a good faggot so I quickly darted my eyes to the pipe and then back to him. He didn’t budge. I was so horny. I want him to fuck me up. I wanted to get fucked up. So I said please can I have more? He lit the pipe. I inhaled and exhaled. More, he said. So I took rapid fire hits. My body was humming and my eyes felt like they were going to roll around the sockets. I wanted his cock so badly. I begged. Please can I have your cock? Please I need your cock. My hole was screaming at me to get on his cock. My head and hole were fighting!

Recap: While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance. I began looking about to see where and who the coughing was coming from, only to find another hot hairy daddy and a younger 30 something otter walking towards us. Daddy takes a minute from jackhammering my hole and looks down at me smiling and tells me I had talked with two of his buddies earlier and they’d messaged him while he was mixing the rigs. Just as he’d said that there’s a cock to my right and I swiftly swallow down the otters cock down to its base. The two daddies start making out while the other resumes his assault on my hole. As I mentioned earlier I’m lucky I get hard when I party and slamming for whatever reason makes my cock throb. Otter pulls out of my mouth and starts sucking my cock while the daddies switch off in my hole. I was in sexual nirvana daddy 2’s cock was thick, like beer can thick (I’ve always preferred girth over length), and I can feel my ass stretching around his thick drooling meat as he presses inward. Soon daddy 2 hits the sweet spot and he knows it. I’m moaning, begging him to keep using me, and soon I’m rewarded with the first load of the night. This signals a break and I dismount out of the sling. We began exchanging pleasantries, commenting how hot that was, what we were into, our kinks… all that shit Daddy 1 walks back in with a tray and 4 glasses. He offers each of us some Gatorade and G if we want it. We each draw up our respective dose and down it. Daddy 1 asks if I want other slam I couldn’t believe looking at the time that 3 hours had passed. I agree and he pulls out 4 rigs but advised these are a little bit stronger than our last round at .6. Knowing that .4 was the largest I’d ever done, I was equal parts anxious, curious, and eager. I agree, we agree it’d be hot for us all to shoot at the same time, and begin to tie off. We each got a register and held it until everyone was ready…. 3…. 2…. 1…. Blastoff…. Holy fuck, I’d never been so high in my life we each coughed and bellowed a guttural fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yeah… Every fiber of my being felt electric, and I was ravenous for anything and everything. My cock began shooting cum and was quickly buried in the otters ass. Using my cum for lube I began fucking that boy, just pounding his hungry hole while he edges me on with yeah, fuck me, fucking use me, use my hole, fucking breed me…. I feel one of the daddy’s behind me and shoves his cock in me. Fucking hell my ass has never felt this full before. The sensation of his dick against my prostrate and my cock in the otter sent me into overdrive. I began pounding my ass onto his dick and pounding the otters ass. The other daddy kneels down and the otter eagerly takes his cock into his mouth. He starts sucking that dick for all he’s worth. Soon I can feel a change in daddy’s rhythm behind me and this begins an orgasmic chain eruption as he empties his load into me, and I began to cum again. As I was orgasming my hole was milking his cock as he was filling me up. Causing me to shoot a huge fucking load into the otters hungry hole. By this time the G was in full effect, I pull out of the otter and begin eating his hole I LOVE eating a freshly fucked cummy hole). I’m pulling his ass parts so I can dig my tongue in deeper and get more cum. He suggests I lay on my back and he’ll squat on my face. Perfect… I flip onto my back and he squats down presenting me with a beautiful hairy puffy pink hole. I can see my cum starting to dribble out and stick my tongue up and into his ass. He’s moaning edging me on, fuck yeah, eat my ass when I feel the bed shift. He leans forward and grabs my legs back exposing my cock and ass.

“Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy.” Matt shuddered hearing the words whispered into his ear, knowing it was too late to go back now. His heart raced, and in his brain, he knew he was in trouble. He pulled at the leather restraints that were tightly fastened around his wrists and ankles, but it was all in vain. Daddy just chuckled, telling him to stop fighting it - he was going to be a good whore now whether he liked it or not. He was powerless, just a fly in the spiderweb that Daddy had carefully constructed over months. He was going to be Daddy’s next victim. Matt thought about what had led him to this place where he was about to be sacrificed to a twisted man’s carnal desires, terrified at what might happen and unsure if he’d get out of this alive. Maybe he could get away if he cooperated and gave this domineering daddy a blowjob. Once he started to feel Daddy’s finger slowly dig and scratch into his tight ass, he thrashed around, trying to scream out for help. But no one was there to save him from this twisted situation. It had all started innocently enough. He was new in town, a small-town 35-year-old who was suddenly in a thriving gay community with thousands of men all around him. He was eager to explore the leather scene he had long fantasized about, so Matt spent his nights and weekends socializing and introducing himself to the locals. He started to make friends in a cigar group, and a buddy who worked at the local leather shop took him under his wing to help him choose his first leathers. He bought a harness - all gay men need a simple harness - and loved how the leather and metal felt against his chest and back. A pair of boots made him feel more masculine than ever before. Armbands and a leather jockstrap completed his outfit, making him feel sexy and butch. The local daddies started to notice the boy’s newfound confidence when out at the leather bars. Over time, he had a group of friends he could smoke cigars with and learn more about the old guard days of leather that were happening before he was even born. Matt loved being a part of this community, but he hesitated about one thing: Sex. Everyone in his new city seemed obsessed with breeding, and they were all so open and eager about taking raw cock or shooting their cum into whatever ass they could get. Some guys even proudly boasted about fucking unwilling bottoms who were too messed up to stop what was happening. It scared Michael, and he knew he’d have to be careful if he wanted to stay safe. He had tried dating a couple of guys, but he felt like they only wanted his ass, not his brain or heart. He even went home with a man one night who seemed so nice and friendly, thinking they’d just have a drink and maybe kiss some. Instead, the man immediately went into the bathroom and emerged moments later naked, hard, and talking about getting him high on meth. He laughed as he said he was going to give the boy his nasty cum, a sinister look in his eyes. Matt bolted out the door and avoided that man, feeling like he would never meet someone who would respect his wishes. He decided to focus his time and energy on friends, thinking it was just too risky to get himself into another dangerous situation like that. He had fun, but would go home to jerk off alone. He started to worry he’d never fall in love or have the kind of sex he wanted. If only a kind, safe-sex guy like himself would come along, he’d think. And then, on a seemingly normal Friday night out at the bar with his cigar friends, he saw a new face in the crowd. This man was obviously unwell, ragged from what seemed to be a hard life and some kind of illness. His leathers looked old and worn, no doubt from decades of use. The vest he was wearing made it easy to see just how thin he really was - just a bunch of bones and skin, though for some reason he had a big round gut. His jeans were obscenely tight, and Matt couldn’t help but notice what looked like the outline of a massive cock sticking out. And was that a big wet spot from a leaking cock? Matt’s stomach churned as he saw this mystery man start to walk over to the group. “Hi,” he said, holding out a big hand to shake the regulars’ hands. “I’m Blake. Just moved to town.” The guys took turns welcoming Blake to the city, introducing themselves, and giving him some insider advice on the best places to check out. Matt was polite, but something scared him about this skeletal man who seemed unwell, and he couldn’t quite figure out his fears. When it was turn to shake Blake’s hand, the new guy had a tight grip that seemed to linger longer than he had with the rest of the group, making intense eye contact with Matt the entire time. There was something sinister about that look, but Matt figured he must just be imagining it. The guys enjoyed a few hours of hanging out at the bar, smoking their cigars and putting back drinks like they always did. Blake was generous with the guys, buying several rounds for everyone and even getting a few shots of whiskey for Matt after a friend had mentioned that he’s the whiskey drinker of the group. Matt thought it was odd that Blake wasn’t drinking at all, but didn’t ponder it much. Blake was flirting with him, even mentioning at one point that he loves using pretty little bottom boys like him. Matt tried to laugh it off and politely declined, saying he wasn’t interested. As the night went on, the guys eventually left one by one. Soon, it was just Matt and Blake at the table. Matt was drunk enough at that point to not be as scared by this new guy, but still felt like something was off. He found out Blake was 65 years old, recently widowed, and a longtime part of the leather scene. He moved to town for a fresh start and a chance to find some “young new victims,” he said with a devilish grin. Matt shrugged it off as a bad joke and explained he wasn’t really looking to date right now. Blake left for a minute and came back to the table, three shots of whiskey in his hand, and told Matt to drink up. Matt didn’t want to seem rude, so he accepted these gifts from Blake, downing all three in less than 10 minutes. He was having a hard time even just sitting down, and knew he needed to sleep this off. But Blake retuned with another round of shots, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually, Matt took out his phone to get an Uber, but his drunken clumsiness caused him to lose his grip and drop his phone - and the screen shattered the moment it hit that brick patio. He was miles from home and didn’t know what he was going to do. Blake leaned over, taking Matt’s drunk face in his hands to look him in the eyes and ask if he needed help. Matt tried to decline, but Blake insisted. He wasn’t drunk, and his car was right outside. He’d be happy to drive Matt home. Matt was struggling to stay awake at this point. With no better options, he accepted this offer, telling Blake that he was so generous all night. Blake helped the boy into the passenger seat, asked for his address, and told him to relax and get comfortable for the ride ahead. Matt thought that was an odd way of saying it, but he was so drunk and tired, and he felt like he was melting into the seat. He closed his eyes, expecting to be back home in 15 minutes. When he finally woke back up, he didn’t know where he was, but it wasn’t home or in Blake’s car. He tried to say something but all that came out was a muffled sound. It felt like some kind of rubber ball was stuck in his mouth. When he tried to reach for his mouth, he realized his hands were somehow restrained. So were his ankles. He couldn’t see anything because some kind of heavy leather hood was over his head. He could sense that he wasn’t alone, but all he could hear was his own pounding heart and panicked breath. Then, footsteps slowly got closer and closer, seemingly caused by heavy boots. Matt struggled but couldn’t get out of his predicament. He started to cry, wondering what was happening to him. He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy,” Blake said, letting out an evil laugh as Matt cried out in terror. “You’re my whore now.”

Had an awesome motel session in december, that ended with a visit to a nearby 20something BBC hosting in his apartment to cap the night- previously posted about it. Today i was in his neck of the woods and saw on Grindr that he was looking again- i was 10 min away, and he was ready and free! Roll thru, get naked, suck on his beautiful 8in tool for about 5 min, huffing poppers and deepthroating like champ. Come up for air, put my ass up for him and he stuffs me like a god, breeding me deep as i hit on some max impact.... then i clean him off by sucking some more, hoping for a second round, but he was sadly drained. Gotta love Grindr favorites!!

I fucking love GC and yumbo centre. Every vacay I take there I end up getting fucked more than I’ve been in a year or two. Last time I was there 5 nights and counted 56 raw cocks that entered me, I have no idea who any of them was. Heaven!!!

Part 5 I had been incredibly happy with Ryan from the moment I met him, but now that we had both been pozzed and had opened up our relationship, we were even happier. We were enjoying threesomes, foursomes with other couples and playing separately as well as together whenever we got a chance. We had both also become more versatile, whereas before I had been more of a top and Ryan more of a bottom. We had no idea which of us had pozzed the other and somehow this just turned us on even more. Ryan had always been a horny little fucker, and that had always been one of the things I loved about him - but since he became HIV positive, he seemed to be reaching new levels of horniness. He loved it when I came home with a load up my arse and always wanted to hear all the details of who had fucked me, usually ending in him pushing up my arse and dumping a load to add to the one I already had up there. He also loved sucking my cock after I had topped someone and always wanted to hear the details of whose arse my cock had been up as he sucked me, and then he would back onto my cock and tell me to fuck him the way I had fucked the other guy. I was also regularly taking it up the arse blindfold on our bed. Ryan had seen how much it turned me on and had made it even hornier by organising guys to come and fuck me while he was at work. The first time I was a bit nervous as I knelt up on the bed, blindfold in place and the front door left ajar. I heard what sounded like three or four guys coming up the stairs and then the sounds that had come to turn me on so much - the sound of belt buckles being undone and trousers and pants being pulled down. A short time later I had a cock in my mouth and I was sucking on it and at the same time I could feel someone pulling my arse cheeks apart and fingering my already lubed hole. I had a different cock in my mouth now and I heard one of the guys behind me saying “Do you want to go first?” Almost immediately I felt the head of a cock pushing against my arsehole. He went up me slowly and then began to fuck me. It felt so good, taking cock up my arse with no idea who was fucking me. The first guy fucked me for a while longer and then he pulled out, saying he was getting close and didn’t want to cum yet. “Your turn,” he said, pulling my cheeks apart and then I felt another cock pushing against my arse. I guessed this second guy was younger and probably less experienced as he fumbled a bit before his cock slid up my arse. He began to fuck me, hesitantly at first and then he seemed to get into his stride and began to fuck me harder. One of the other guys slapped him on the arse and said “I bet your girlfriend doesn’t let you up there!” “No,” panted the younger lad, “She doesn’t!” He kept fucking me and a short time later he groaned and said “Oh fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” and he slumped over me as I took my first load of the afternoon. Another cock went up me as soon as he pulled out and once again I had a cock in my mouth and one up my arse. They took turns on my mouth and my arse for a while longer and soon I had four loads up me. I heard one of the guys pissing noisily in the toilet as another cock was pushed into my arse. A few seconds later I felt someone bending over next to me and I realised that one of the other guys was about to get fucked. The other guy returned from the toilet and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was fairly sure this was the young guy and I could taste the piss on his cock as I sucked him. It wasn’t long before he gave me another load of cum, this time in my mouth. The two guys fucking next to me were fucking hard now and a few minutes later the guy next to me was getting pumped full of cum. It was all very horny, and what made it even hotter was the feeling that there was definitely something familiar about one of the guys who had fucked me. I was sure it was someone I knew, but I couldn’t work out who it was. I was also having sex with Aaron at work now and then. Sometimes he would fuck me but more often he seemed to want me to fuck him, especially if I had rimmed his arse, which he absolutely loved. One day we were all in the office for a company-wide meeting and in the afternoon each team had to do a presentation to the rest of the organisation. We don’t all normally work from the office at the same time so the place was pretty busy. Just after lunch I was in the toilet taking a piss at the urinals when Aaron came in and stood next to me. He told me he was really horny and asked if I could give his arse a quick lick. A few seconds later we were in a cubicle and Aaron had pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole as he gave a contented little moan. I was very horny now, so I licked him for a bit longer and then I stood up and pushed the head of my cock against his arsehole. ”No,” he said “We can’t, not here!” ”We can,” I whispered, “We just need to be quiet.” He didn’t resist, and bent forward as the head of my cock pushed int his arse. I knew we would have to be quick, so I pushed right up him, gave him a moment to get used to my cock, and then fucked him hard and fast, shooting what felt like a massive load of cum right up his arse after just ten or twelve thrusts. When we had pulled our pants up and left the toilet it was already time for the first team presentation, which as it happened was Aaron’s team. I watched him presenting with his team, and at one point he turned round to point out something in the presentation and I couldn’t resist looking at the fit arse in his smart grey trousers. I wondered what his colleagues (and his girlfriend) would think if they knew he had just been fucked bareback and bred in the toilet. Our new neighbours, Alex and Jake, were settling in well and both seemed like decent, friendly guys. Alex was the more outgoing of the two and Jake was quieter and more thoughtful. Alex had joined the same gym as Ryan used and Ryan had seen him working out there a few times. One night he drove Alex home and when he came in, Ryan told me he had been in the showers at the same time as Alex and told me Alex had quite a thick cock and a really fit arse. I already knew Alex had a fit arse as I had seen him bending over to pick up a parcel from the doorstep one Saturday morning. His hair was tousled and he had obviously just got up and pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms. When he bent down to pick up the parcel, they slipped down a bit. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a great view of his naked arse. It turned out that Jake worked in the same field as I did - ICT - and was studying for a professional qualification. One Friday night we had them round for drinks and Jake asked me rather shyly if I would mind looking over his current project. I told him I would be happy to and we arranged that he would come over the following afternoon when Alex was at the gym and Ryan was at work. Jake’s work was very good and we discussed some ideas as to how he could take the project forward and then we sat in the garden and had a few beers. Jake was good company and soon we were talking about our relationships. I asked him if he had really never been with any other guy apart from Alex and he shook his head. I asked him if he never wanted to experience sex with someone else and he said he was very happy with Alex. ”We have a great time together,” he said and after a pause he added “There’s just one thing,” he began and then stopped. “Yes?” I asked “Well,” he said, lowering his voice confidentially “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but Alex is a total bottom.” I raised my eyebrows and Jake added quickly “It’s totally fine - I wouldn’t have him any other way, but it means that…” His voice tailed off and then he said “It means that I’ve never been, well, penetrated.” “Oh,” I said “Would you like to be penetrated?” Jake seemed to consider for a moment before saying “I guess so, but I would never cheat on Alex.” “Fair enough,” I said ”But it would be nice to see another guy’s cock once in a while.” said Jake with a sigh. ”Well,” I said “It’s not really cheating if you don’t touch.” Jake looked thoughtful and was about to say something when his mobile rang. It was Alex to tell him he was back from the gym. ”I’d better go,” said Jake, getting up from his chair. I was horny now. I had noticed what looked like a fairly sizeable erection at the front of Jake’s trousers when he got up - and I decided to go on one of the Apps. I now had a couple of different profiles and was making full use of them. I was having sex with all sorts of guys - younger, older, hairy, smooth, big cocks, average cocks - and only using condoms if the other guy insisted. That happened surprisingly rarely, considering most of this happened before Prep became readily available. Sometimes I would be naked in bed with a guy, kissing, sucking and rimming before enjoying a good long, hard fuck - and other times it would just be a quick one, with a guy sucking my cock and then pulling his pants down and bending over to take a quick load, often before his boyfriend (or, surprisingly often, his girlfriend) got home. Quite often it was me taking a quick load from a total stranger and then going home to show Ryan what I had up my arse. Ryan and I had both discovered how much it turned guys on when they thought we had never cheated on each other and thought they were the first to persuade us to be unfaithful. It turned them in even more if they thought we had never barebacked with anyone outside of our relationship. For the past three months I had been seconded to a special project group at work and it was a joint project with another company. Once a week I had to travel about sixty miles to another site with one of the guys from the other company and we took it in turns to drive each other. Joseph lived with his girlfriend and two children but he told me fairly early on that he was bisexual. He had also made it fairly clear that he would like to get into my pants but I had told him I would never cheat on Ryan. Joseph was one of the best looking guys I had ever worked with and I liked him a lot. I could also see from the bulge in his smart work trousers that he appeared to have quite a big cock and I had every intention of taking it up my arse, but for now I let him think that I had never cheated on Ryan and I also told him I had never gone bareback with anyone other than Ryan and I could see that this turned Joseph on even more. The project we were working on was very successful and came in on budget and ahead of time and all of us on the project team were paid a substantial bonus. Ryan and I decided to spend it on something we had always fancied- a hot tub for the garden. We had found a perfect spot for it to go - where it could not be seen by any of the neighbouring properties and was only overlooked by our own bedroom. On the Friday evening, the project team were all going out for drinks after work and I had told Joseph that Ryan was working and suggested he might want to come back with me. Joseph was well up for it and after we had all had a good few drinks, Joseph and I were in an Uber heading back to my house. Joseph was all over me as soon as we were in the door, kissing me and feeling up my arse. I was really horny too and I soon had his trousers and pants down and his cock in my mouth. It was even bigger and thicker than I thought it might be and I enjoyed every minute of sucking it. We were still in the hall and I stopped sucking him and led him upstairs. ”Have you got a spare room?” Joseph asked and I shook my head. I told him that if I was going to cheat, I wanted to do it properly and let him fuck me in the bed I shared with Ryan. I could see that this turned him on even more and a short time later we were both naked and sucking each other on the bed. I moved underneath him so that he could push his hairy arse into my face as he sucked my cock. After I had licked his hole for a bit longer, he got up and said he needed to fuck me. He reached into his pocket and produced a condom - he had obviously taken me seriously when I said I would never bareback wit anyone other than Ryan - and I lubed myself up as I watched him roll on the condom and then I knelt up on the bed. Joseph moved behind me and I felt the head of his condom clad cock pushing against my arsehole. ”Wait!” I said, as the head of his cock pushed into my arse. He pulled his cock out of my arse. “I want you to fuck me bareback!” ”Are you sure?” he said “Yes!” I said as I reached round and pulled the condom off his cock. ’Oh fuck!” he said He was back up my arse in seconds and his big cock really filled me up as he began to fuck me. It was one of the best fucks I had ever had as Joseph began to fuck me harder. After a while , he pulled out and I moved on to my back and raised my legs. He went back up me and began to fuck me really hard. ”I can’t believe you’re letting me do this!” he moaned, “Are you going to let me cum in you?” I nodded and he moaned again “Oh fuck, I’m getting close!” I reached round and pulled his arse tight against me and a few seconds later he began to pump what felt like a massive load of cum right up me and then collapsed on top of me. We lay there for a while, both of us out of breath and then we pulled apart. I knew that Joseph had enjoyed the fuck every bit as much as I had and, as he left, he told me it was the best fuck he had ever had. Ryan was tired when he got home after his long shift and, after I had made him something to eat, he asked if I would mind if he just went to bed and didn’t bother showering. I said no problem - I was tired too and probably still a bit drunk too. A little later we had climbed into bed together and Ryan was lying in my arms. My cock was still hard from my encounter with Joseph earlier and Ryan put his hand on it and began to wank me - clearly he was horny too. After he had wanked me for a while he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. ”I need you to fuck me, babe, he whispered, “But I’m really sweaty,” I told him I didn’t care and my finger found his arsehole as we kissed again. His hole felt as if it was already lubed. ”I’ve got a load up me, babe” he whispered “I was a bit naughty at work” ”You don’t mind, do you?” he added ”Of course not” I said “I’ve got one up me too!” Ryan laughed and pulled me on top of him. I fucked him on his back, his legs over my shoulders and shot a big load of cum up his arse. As I finished cumming in Ryan, I could feel Joseph’s cum starting to slide out my arse and down the back of my balls and I just let it happen. Ryan’s hole was leaking cum too, but neither of us cared about the mess as we curled up together and drifted off to sleep. The next morning Ryan was working again and soon he was in the shower. Unlike me, Ryan has the ability to go from fast asleep to wide awake immediately - it’s like someone flicked a switch. When he had gone I got up, after a coffee and a shower, I began to tidy up. The bed was a mess, with cum all over the sheet and as I stripped the bed I thought I must remember to ask Ryan who had fucked him at work. I tidied up the room- Ryan has a lot of excellent qualities, but tidiness isn’t one of them- his side of the room is always a riot, with shirts, T-shirts, socks and dirty pants everywhere. I tidied up and tossed everything in the washing machine and then had some lunch. In the afternoon, Jake came round and we did some work on his project and then, as before, we sat in the garden and had a few beers. It was a very hot day and we were both wearing just shorts and a T-shirt. As we started our second beer, Jake asked me if I really thought it wasn’t cheating if you just looked at another guy’s cock and didn’t touch. I nodded and he looked thoughtful. He said he’d been thinking about it a lot and thinking about what it would be like to have sex with another guy. He said maybe he could just wank off with another guy and that wouldn’t be cheating. “Would you like to do that? I asked Jake wasn’t looking at me as he nodded and said softly “I’d like to do it with you.” A few minutes later we had both removed our trousers and pants and Jake was sitting with his legs spread, playing with a really big cock. I thought to myself it’s no wonder Alex always looks so happy if he’s getting that up his arse regularly! ”Just a wank?” said Jake I nodded, “Just a wank.” Jake began to wank himself as he watched me playing with my cock. ”You can tell me what you’d like to do if you ever did have sex with another guy,” I said. Jake grinned shyly and said “Well, I’d suck his cock first,” I nodded as Jake said “And then I’d lick his balls, his big hairy balls!” He was really getting into it now, and his voice became much more confident as he said “And I’d want to see his arse! I’d love to see another guy’s arsehole!” I stood up, turned around and bent over. ”Oh fuck!” moaned Jake, as I pulled my cheeks apart and exposed my arsehole. He was wanking hard now and I said “Would you let him see yours?” Jake stood up and bent over. His arse was really fit and, as I hoped he would, he pulled his cheeks apart. His hole was quite hairy, though his arse was otherwise quite smooth. ”Would you let him fuck you? I asked ”I don’t know” moaned Jake “No” he moaned and then almost shouted “Yes, yes I would! I’d let him fuck me!” ”Bareback or would you make him wear a condom?” A condom,” moaned Jake, wanking even harder, “I’d make him wear a condom!” ”Are you sure?” ”Yes!” Jake was almost sobbing as he said “No! No, I wouldn’t make him wear a condom! I’d take him bareback! No protection!” Jake turned towards me, wanking his cock “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he moaned as he began to shoot a massive load of cum all over my chest, and down onto my cock as I shot my own load all over myself. Neither of us knew quite what to say as we pulled our pants and shorts back after we had both cleaned ourselves up with my T-shirt. “That was awesome,” said Jake. After he had gone I had a quick shower and when I finished I had a hard on that just would not go down. I laid back on the bed and began to wank - thinking of Jake, and especially of his hairy arsehole - the hole that had never been penetrated - had never been properly fucked and bred. I was hoping I would be the one to change that.

This is a true story and took place last Friday. I’d partied in the past and I’ve been sober for 5 years. Lately I’ve been wanting to party again. Here’s where we begin… So I decided to scratch that itch last Friday. I was sitting at home drinking watching some porn and mostly chatting with guys on Sniffies. I get a message from this hot hairy daddy I’ve been talking with for a while now that he wanted to fuck. We exchanged our kinks, what we’re looking for etc… He then asked if I partied, I admitting that it’s been years but have been feeling that itch. An hour later I find myself getting out of my Uber and knocking at his front door. Holy shit, I was not prepared for the man that meet me. His pics didn’t do him justice he was hotter in person. I noticed his basketball shorts tenting, I walk in close the door and drop to my knees and start servicing his thick uncut cock. After a couple of minutes he pulls me up, and we start making out. He pulls back and directs me to the bedroom. I walk in to find a sling and fuck bench. I knew this was going to be a fun night. He walks over to a bubbler and those wispy white clouds begin to fill the bulb. He takes a hit and pulls me closer, I’d instinctively opened my mouth and he shotgunned that magical smoke into my lungs. I didn’t immediately feel anything but kept smoking at his encouragement. My body begins to warm, my head begins to lighten and my cock and hole begin to twitch. He notices and asks if I wanted to get in the sling. I eagerly agree and he starts ravenously eating my hole. Soon I feel a finger sliding in as he licks around my hole and balls. He begins pulling it out then back in, and my hole responds opening up. I feel another finger and he resumes working my hole for a while and I feel the familiar burning of a rock….. fuuuucccckkkkkkk He stands and puts that beautifully thick uncut cock against my hole and pushes in. He’s buried balls deep in me and starts long dicking me. I’m fortunate I’m one of the guys who gets rock hard when he parties and I’m soon oozing precum. He see’s my puddle of precum on my belly and starts feeding it to me. I’m in pig heaven. We fuck for what felt like minutes but was closer to an hour. We both agree to take a break to smoke, rehydrate, etc… He asks if I’d ever slammed. It’d been 5 years since I’ve ridden that ride, and I eagerly agree; he grins and he asks me how much I want. The inner dialogue in my mind was like this the last one I did was five years ago and it was strong, I was a complete slut, I have Monday off for the holiday and a zoom meeting on Tuesday, and I rattled off .4. He asks if I wanted to invite some guys over and I began to hunt while he mixed the rigs. I talked with some but nothing was concrete. A few minutes later he comes back in with 4 points and some swabs. I fall to my knees and work his cock and balls for all I’m worth till he’s rock hard again. He ask’s where I want it nodding towards the bed then the sling. I hop in the sling and he hops in me burying himself again balls deep. I extend my arm and feel the tourniquet wrap around my bicep, my veins begging to feel that familiar pinch. I closely watched as he found a vein and draws back finding a register. He asks me, “you ready to blast off” and I eagerly say yes. As soon as he pulls the tourniquet I’m blasted off into the stratosphere my ears ringing, my eyes dancing about unable to focus, my holes on fire, and soon begin to violently cough followed with fucking yes, fucking use me, use me hard, you feel so good inside me, fuck yeah… While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance.

That’s an amazing chapter. I can visualise myself in one of those four positions.

I totally understand why this fantasy is so appealing to many of us—it's raw, intense, and plays into that craving for total surrender and being overwhelmed. Super hot in the imagination. As someone with a legal background, though, I felt compelled to chime in: when someone is genuinely passed out and can't give or withdraw consent in the moment, it crosses into non-consensual territory—legally, that's assault/rape, no gray area. Fantasy versions (like pre-negotiated CNC with clear safewords and boundaries set while fully conscious) can keep the thrill alive safely. But real scenarios without that prior, enthusiastic agreement risk serious harm and legal consequences. Just sharing this because consent is everything—let's keep our play safe, sane, and truly mutual. Thoughts?

The Pleasure dome London 2014. I was way to nervous, I stripped my cloths off and went into the shower, eye closed, resting my head against the wall building up courage to head into the spa. Next thing I know a guy is behind me with his hard cock rubbing up and down my bum crack. I froze in panic, didn't know what to do. He reached round and started playing with my stiff cock. Then it happened, his cock pushed into my hole, I was still frozen in panic but with his cock pushing deeper into me my brain switched off. He then started to fuck me and with no mental control I just moaned. Time stopped other than the rhythm of his cock moving like a piston in and out of my hole. My mind woke up and was screaming he not wearing a condom. I then shocked myself by pushing back. That was it, he pushes my head down and started pounding my hole, he then flooded me deep inside with is anonymous, risky, cum. I was delirious, still facing the wall. He pulled out his cock and patted my arse then left. How times have changed, I'm now a BB only, regular spa visiter wherever there is one. No cock refused.

A couple of months ago I met-up with a guy on Manhunt. He was a bottom, 20 years old, white, still even living at home, and between boyfriends. He wanted to get fucked, and was frantically horny. He said he was negative, and I assured him I was likewise. We discussed if we were going to go bareback or use a condom. He told me that he had only gone bareback once with his ex-boyfriend, so we would use a condom. He asked if that was ok, and I said “sure, that’s fine,” thinking I would blow him off. Then he asked if I came a lot and if I could cum more than once. Bingo - I saw an opportunity. I told him that I shoot a lot of cum even on my second or third round, but that if I used a condom I could only cum once because after the first time, that the rubber desensitized my dick so much I couldn’t stay hard. But, on the other hand, if I went bareback I could go for two or three rounds (which was actually true). He liked the idea of multiple rounds with me, explaining his former boyfriends had generally had had low sex drives, and, consequently, he was never particularly satisfied in his sexual encounters. In short, he was intrigued by the notion of a multi-cummer who could truly wear-out his hole. Weighing up his remarks, I figured he would probably be open to barebacking, so I invited him over, and told him to pick-up some condoms. He agreed, and took down my address. He showed up an hour later, and was clearly nervous, so we talked a bit while seated on the coach. As he gradually relaxed, I sensed it was time to down to business, so I slid closer to him, took his face in my hand, and began to kiss him. Man did the clothes fly! We were naked within minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with abandon. His cock was a respectable five or six inches, and his balls were drawn tight - presumably out of excitement. Naturally, my cock was turgid, and my big balls ready to deliver their four-day load as directed. Leading him to my bedroom, we maneuvered into a 69 position, each pleasuring the other. He did a decent job sucking my cock, although I was really too big for him, so he focused on stroking the shaft while sucking the head. I swallowed his cock and consecutively swallowed each of his balls as I played with his taint, sensing such as the best way of readying him. Eventually I flipped him over onto his belly and rimmed his bubble butt. For a generally smooth guy, he had an interestingly hairy ass. Fucking sweet! He damn near knocked me off in excitement. Apparently, no one had ever done it to him before. When his ass seemed amply relaxed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cock along his crack, showing him that I was ready to fuck him. His build was a lot smaller than mine, so I took command, wrapping my entire body around him, holding him in my arms, grinding my cock against his bubble ass. This turned him on, as I knew it would. This kid was a submissive, and wanted to be dominated by a man. A man he would get! He moaned, and then whispered the words I had been waiting to hear: "fuck me." Smiling with inward satisfaction, I grabbed some lube (which I had placed within arm’s reach) and greased up my bare cock. He didn’t offer-up a condom, and frankly I don’t know if he even had them. I slowly slid my cock head into him, giving him a minute to adjust, as my cock is fairly large, and when the time seemed ripe, eased the entire shaft into his warm, wet, tight ass. I could feel his ass muscles alternately clench down and push back against me, impaling himself onto my raw cock. He was hardly inexperienced, even if generally unsatisfied with his partners. He had mentioned that, when most guys fuck him, they came in under a minute, and he hated as much because he never had time to get off. I could understand why the earlier tops had come so quickly: his ass was round and perfect, but I was determined to make the experience memorable for him, so I measured my strokes so that I wouldn’t blow too quickly. I wanted to convert him in more than one sense. Several times, as my breathing got heavy and I got close, he asked me if I was going to cum yet, and I told him “no, man, not yet - we’ll make it last,” slowing down to delay my orgasm. When I had regained control, I resumed pumping my bare cock in and out of his ass, keeping him pinned directly against the bed, so he couldn’t get to his own dick. Finally I let it go. My balls contracted, sperm shooting out of my raw cock into his ass, pumping him full of poz cum. I unloaded for perhaps 15 seconds, relishing in breeding him. He had no idea what he had taken, besides my cum, into his hole. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to slowly fuck his ass, while he just moaned, feeling my cum squishing around inside him. About 10 minutes later I rewarded him with another load of cum on top of my first one. Spent for at least a little while, I pulled out with a wet plopping sound, and kept him face down so my seed wouldn’t spill out of his ass. I stroked his hole, soothing it with gentle massaging, as we talked for about half hour, and I worked my cock. In due course, my cock regained turgidity, and I had him reposition himself doggy style, mounting his ass again, barebacking fucking him from behind. This time, however, I allowed him to jack his dick. After ten minutes or so, he asked if I was close. I was and said as much, to which he replied "I want to taste it this time." I replied “Nah - this one’s also for your hole. You can eat my fourth load,” whereupon I blew inside his butt, notwithstanding his request. His ass was made for breeding, and I wanted to make sure it was done to completion. As I came, he shot his load onto the bed and collapsed on his stomach, with me on his back. I continued to pump his ass slowly, and him if he wanted my fourth load, but he was exhausted, and truth be known, so was I. He got all mushy and clingy then, wanting to hang out and talk, but I cut him short saying I had to run. I also wanted to get him out the door before he asked to use the bathroom, thus giving my poz cum the time it would need to work its way into his body. Notwithstanding my seeming rudeness, he contacted me a few days later, wanting to get together for another session, but we never did. My work was done, and I knew was sure of as much when a few weeks later, while chatting on-line, he mentioned he had the flu, and wasn’t feeling well. I told him it was going around, and was sure he’d be better soon. Yeah, right! Welcome to the brother hood buddy!

Steamworks in Chicago is not ashamed of what it is, it’s a beautiful place and you could spend a whole weekend there easily. There’s food and a fireplace, they have even made convenient personal douching options available. I’d love to have a chance to visit the other Steamworks but haven’t had a chance yet. If there is any future for these institutions of gayness, Steamworks leads the way.

Part 4 I stood and watched as Sean finished breeding Ryan, conscious of the fact that I was so turned on I had just cum in my pants - something that had only happened to me once before. I was also feeling even more feverish now and almost fell forward . Aidan caught me in time and laid me on the bed and as he did so I was conscious that his big hairy cock was still as hard as a rock and was pointing straight at me. Ryan bent over me and kissed me. "I love you babe!" he whispered and added "Always!" That was all I needed to hear . I had not lost Ryan and that was all that mattered to me. I relaxed a bit and lay back on the bed as Ryan and Sean pulled my trousers, pants and socks off and then pulled my legs apart. Aidan stood in front of me for a moment and then grinned as he moved forward. Ryan and Sean were still holding my legs apart and a few seconds later I felt the familiar sensation of Aidan's cock pushing against my arse. I was sweating heavily now and I felt feverish and hot, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be penetrated by Aidan's big, thick, poz cock and to be fucked and bred with Ryan watching. Aidan fucked me as Ryan and Sean encouraged him to give it to me hard and to cum up my unprotected arse. I don't think I had ever felt like this before and I can't even describe the feeling as Aidan pumped his dirty load up my arse and then changed places with Sean, who was now fully hard again. Sean fucked me and bred me and then, to my surprise, Ryan and Sean swapped places. Ryan had never been very keen on topping, but how his cock was rock hard as he bent over me and guided his cock to my arsehole. "I need to fuck you, babe," he whispered, "I need to give you my load." I can honestly say that this fuck was one of the horniest I have ever had - Ryan fucked me really hard and I could see from the light in his eyes how much he was enjoying it as he fucked me harder and harder. I could tell he was getting close and I took hold of my cock and began to play with myself and I shot a huge load all over myself as Ryan shot his load right up me. The knowledge that Ryan was probably now shooting a poz load up my arse turned me on more than anything else and it seemed like I was never going to stop cumming. I don't remember much about what happened next. I slept for about 48 hours and when I woke up I was freshly showered and Ryan was sitting on the end of the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me gently as he told me that everything would be alright and he would look after me. After that I drifted back to sleep. I remember the doctor visiting me and deciding that I didn't need to go to hospital and that Ryan could nurse me at home. It was a couple of weeks before I felt better and on the Friday evening, much to Ryan's delight, I got a hard on that just wouldn't go down. Ryan grinned and took hold of my cock and then bent over and took it in his mouth. He sucked my cock gently until I couldn't help shooting a big load of cum into his mouth and then I fell asleep again. I recovered quite a bit over the next week or so and one night, after sucking my cock for a while, Ryan climbed on top of me and rode my cock until I shot my load up his arse. I knew we would have to talk, but neither Ryan or I was in a hurry to do that - we would both know when the time was right. In the meantime, we had both been tested and, perhaps not surprisingly, both of us had turned out to be HIV positive. About a week later, I was up and about again and Ryan and I began to talk. I told him everything I had done, and I could see him getting more and more turned on as I described being double penetrated by Aidan and Sean. Ryan told me that he had first let Aidan fuck him two days after Aidan and his partner moved in. He told me that he had been getting more and more turned on by the thought of getting pozzed, and confessed that he had been even more turned on by the thought of me getting pozzed. He had confided this to Aidan one afternoon when I was at work and Aidan had invited Ryan over for a drink. A short time later, Ryan's pants and trousers were down and he was cheating on me for the first time, as Aidan fucked him bareback and loaded up his arse. Ryan told me this was the first time he had deliberately taken a poz load up his arse. Ryan told me that he had been getting more and more turned on while doing his voluntary work at the sexual health clinic, especially by some of the poz guys who attended and had been fantasising about some of them pulling his pants down and fucking him right there in the clinic. When Aidan had come on to him he hadn't been able to resist. Since then, he had done it with quite a few guys, most of them poz and all of them without a condom. Apparently the conference for sexual health workers had also turned into a bareback fuck fest when one of the guys hosted a party in his room and before long everyone's pants came down. Guys who normally practised safe sex and whose role it was to promote safe practices, spent the night going up each other indiscriminately, no condoms were used and, though most of them had partners, pretty much everyone took several loads up them, including Ryan! Aidan was now fucking Ryan regularly and between them they decided to see if Aidan could get me to cheat on Ryan and to take his dirty load. You know what happened next! Our relationship was now stronger than ever and we were enjoying ourselves in ways I would never have thought possible. One evening I picked Ryan up from the sexual health clinic and he asked if we could give a lift to one of the other volunteers. Of course I said yes, and when Ryan came out to the car, he was accompanied by a tall, handsome black guy he introduced as Kofi. I was really attracted to Kofi and later that night I confessed this to Ryan. He grinned and told me that Kofi was originally from Ghana and was HIV positive and unmedicated. I was even more turned on now and when Ryan and I fucked that night he asked me if I wanted him to set something up with Kofi. I nodded and Ryan said "Leave it with me!" as I fired a big load of cum up him. Two weeks later, Kofi came round for dinner and a little later in the evening, we were all in the bedroom and Ryan said he had arranged a treat for me and told me to sit on the chair and watch for a while. I sat down watched as Kofi pulled Ryan towards him and began to kiss him. A few minutes later, I watched Ryan unzip Kofi's trousers and pull them down along with his pants. I don't think I had ever seen a cock as big as Kofi's and I was really turned on as I watched Ryan suck it until Kofi turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into Ryan's face. I had my cock out now and was wanking as I watched Ryan licking Kofi's arse and then bending over and taking Kofi's huge cock up his slim arse. Kofi asked me if I was enjoying watching him fuck my husband and asked me if I wanted him to shoot an unmedicated load up him. I was so turned on now as I told Kofi to go for it and breed my husband right in front of me. A few minutes later, he threw his head back and thrust hard up Ryan's arse, pumping him full of unmedicated poz cum. I don't think I had ever been so turned on! A short time later, it was my turn to bend over the bed as Kofi pushed his big thick cock right up me, fucked me and pumped his special load into me. Then Kofi bent over the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and licked him out before pushing my cock up his (very tight) hole and and giving him exactly what he had given me. It was all incredibly horny! Ryan and I were now telling each other our fantasies and I had told him that one of mine was to kneel up on the bed blindfold and have a couple of guys just walk in and use me, without me even seeing them, and one Saturday morning on my birthday weekend, Ryan told me to get ready as he had invited a couple of random guys over to fuck and load me. I was really turned on as I showered and got myself ready and a short time later, Ryan told me he was going downstairs and showed me a blindfold which he tied round my eyes. I honestly couldn't see anything and as I knelt on the bed waiting, I felt a bit nervous. To take my mind off my nerves, I played with my cock which was already rock hard and a few minutes later I heard someone coming up the stairs and coming into the bedroom. I could tell there were two people in the room although I couldn't see anyone. Nothing happened for a moment and then I heard the sound of a belt buckle and what sounded like someone pulling their pants and trousers down. I felt a hand on my arse and one of them said "Nice!" A few seconds later I felt someone kneeling behind me and pulling my arse cheeks apart and then I felt a tongue on my hole. The fact that I had no idea who it was or what they looked like was even more of a turn on than I thought it would be and when he fingered some lube into my arse and pushed his cock against my hole, it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load then and there. The guy pushed right up me and began to fuck as I head the other guy's pants and trousers coming down and then I felt his cock pushing towards my mouth and I began to suck him. I wondered where Ryan was as the two guys spit roasted me. I was fairly sure he wasn't in the room and the fact that he had left me alone with two total strangers turned me on even more. The first guy was getting close now and before long I was taking a load up my arse. When he finished cumming in me, the first guy pulled out and they changed places. Until quite recently, I would never have thought of sucking a cock that had just been up my arse, but now I didn't hesitate and took it into my mouth and sucked on it as the second guy fucked and bred me. A few minutes later the two guys had gone and Ryan had returned. He told me to keep the blindfold on as he wanted to fuck me too and a short time later he added his load to the other two. I genuinely had no idea who the two guys were, but I had a feeling there was something familiar about one of them, but I couldn't quite think what it was. A week or so later, I fucked Aaron at work again. I had planned to make an excuse not to fuck with him again now that I knew I was HIV positive, but when he came on to me one night we ended up in a quiet part of the building with him sucking my cock. Then I thought I would just let him suck me until I came, but after a while Aaron stood up, pulled his pants down, turned around and backed onto my cock. A short time later he took my load up him. We also went down to London for a weekend to celebrate Ryan's birthday and had the best time ever. As well as seeing London, we fucked with as many guys as we could over the long weekend. We had a threesome with one of the guys on the reception desk in our hotel, hooked up with another gay couple who were staying in the same hotel one evening and Ryan and I took their loads before swapping places - it was a real turn on to watch Ryan fucking a guy next to me and it was not long before I shot my load up the hairy arse of the older of the two guys. We also visited a couple of raunchy clubs where Ryan took multiple loads and I spent quite a bit of time with my arse pressed up against the gloryhole, taking random loads up my arse (another of my fantasies!) Life just seemed to keep getting better and better. We were also still regularly fucking with Aidan and a group of his friends, and, as far as I knew, his partner still had no idea. The following summer, Aidan's partner accepted a job that would take them to Paris for a year and they decided to rent out their house. It was all arranged quite quickly and Aidan told me they had found tenants through friends of friends, adding with a grin that he thought we would get on with them very well. The new tenants were a young gay couple in their mid 20s, Alex and Jake, who had just got married. We got on very well with them and invited them over for dinner a couple of times. Alex was the more outgoing - he was blond with floppy hair and really friendly manner. I also couldn't help noticing he had a really fit arse, which really filled out his jeans. Jake was quieter, and was of mixed heritage, a really good looking guy with dark curly hair and was a year or so older than Alex. They had met at university, had been together for four years and had got married a few months before they moved in. One night they invited us for dinner and we were talking about relationships and after a while Alex confided that he and Jake had only ever been with each other. "That's really nice! I said as I poured them both another drink. Just then, my eyes met Ryan's and I knew he was thinking exactly the same as I was.

Part 3 So, there I was, standing in front of Ryan, naked, my cock harder than it had ever been. Ryan pulled his arse cheeks apart and said "Fuck me, babe!" What was I to do? I stood there for what seemed like ages, although in reality it was no more than a few seconds as various options ran through my mind. I knew it would be absolutely wrong to fuck him and put him at risk, but I also knew that I wanted nothing more at that moment than to push my cock right up his hole and fuck him as hard as I could, before giving him the breeding of his life. Ryan grinned as I moved forward and positioned my cock against his hole. A few seconds later the head of my cock was inside him and I knew there was no turning back. Although we hadn't fucked for a few days, my cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him. It felt so good to be back up Ryan's arse and it was all I could do not to cum right up him. Ryan too seemed extra horny, I suppose because he had been away and we hadn't fucked for a while. He raised his legs further and pulled me closer, his hands on my arse as I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck, you have no idea how much I want this!" he moaned as I began to fuck him even harder. I was getting close now and I told him so. "Do it," he moaned "Give me what I need!" His finger found my arsehole, something that always turns me on, and he pushed it up me. That pushed me over the edge and a few seconds later I fired what felt like a massive load up him. I collapsed on top of him, both of us out of breath. I could tell that Ryan was still as horny as I was and he could feel that my dick was still hard in his arse. "Can you go again?" he asked, still out of breath "Yeah!" I moaned as I started to fuck him again, pausing only for a moment to wonder what he would think if he knew what I might just have done to him, but it was almost like I couldn't help myself, and a few seconds later I was fucking him again as he moaned and played with his cock, urging me to fuck him harder. I shot a second load up him and then we showered together, had something to eat and went to bed. I lay in Ryan's arms that night, not knowing what to think. I wanted Ryan more than anything in the world, but I knew it was going to be difficult to stop having sex with Aidan. Even the thought of Aidan's big poz cock in my arse was making me horny again, and I tried to put him out of my mind. When we woke up the next morning, we were both horny and I fucked Ryan again. I knew the more I fucked him, the more risk I might be putting him at, but I couldn't resist fucking him and firing another big load up him. Ryan was working that night and shortly after he left for his shift, I got a message from Aidan asking if I wanted him to come over and "keep me company". I thought maybe I should say to Aidan that we needed to stop what we were doing but almost as soon as he came into the room, Aidan turned round, pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over. "Why don't you come over here and lick my ass?" he said with an evil grin, "You know you want to!" Of course I did want to, and seconds later I was down behind him. I pulled his hairy arse cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his hole, which was even more hairy. I licked his hole for a while as he gave contented little moans and then he turned round and pushed his big cock into my mouth. "That's it," he said softly as I sucked his cock "Get it nice and ready!" A short time later, I was bent over, naked from the waist down, as Aidan fucked me and then shot another big load of poz cum right up me. Ryan was working all night and I kept Aidan's load up me and that night I had a really satisfying wank in bed. Over the next couple of weeks it was like I was two different people - I was my normal self when I was with Ryan and a totally different person when I was around Aidan - it was like I couldn't get enough of Aidan's cum in my arse, even though I knew it was almost certain that I would get knocked up by him, if I wasn't already. At the same time I was fucking Ryan, who seemed to be extra horny at that time, at every opportunity. I have to admit that a few times I fucked Ryan while I still had Aidan's load up my arse. The first time it happened by accident. I was going out for a drink with some of the guys on my team at work and I had arranged to call round at Aidan's on my way home as his partner was going to be out. Ryan was working that night and I had enjoyed more than a few drinks. I was definitely still quite drunk when I got to Aidan's and I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. He fucked me on my back with my legs in the air - one of my favourite positions - and shot a nice big load up me. I was feeling great when I got home - pleasantly drunk and enjoying the pleasant sensation of a big load of cum up my bum. I got a shock when I opened the front door and Ryan was standing in the hall. He smiled at me - apparently he had changed his shift to help out one of his colleagues. He made us some coffee and then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his cock pushing against me and I guessed he was horny. "Let's go up to bed" he said softly I knew I would have to get rid of Aidan's load before we did anything, but when we got upstairs Ryan pulled me towards me and kissed me again. He began to undress me and soon he was down sucking my cock - something that always makes me so horny - and almost before I knew it, Ryan was on his back and I was fucking him. I fucked him hard, enjoying every minute of it as always, and almost forgot I had a load up me until I began to shoot my load up Ryan. I must have relaxed my arse a bit, because I could feel some of Aidan's cum sliding out my arsehole and down my balls just as I fired my load up Ryan. I got away with it - Ryan never noticed anything - but to be honest, the whole experience really turned me on and after that I fucked Ryan a few times with Aidan's load up my arse. It was like I was super horny all the time now and one evening I was working late on a project and after a while there was only me and Aaron, the guy from HR who had come on to me a few weeks previously. To cut a long story short, Aaron came onto me again and this time I didn't resist. We ended up in a quiet toilet on the top floor of the building where I sucked his cock and then bent over and offered him my arse. He went up me without a condom, no questions asked, and fucked me. He had a really nice thick cock and I have to say it felt really good up my arse. Aaron was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. "Can I cum in you?" he panted, and I nodded. Almost immediately I could feel his cum squirting into my arse and when he had finished he pulled out. I had assumed he would zip himself up and leave the toilet but to my surprise he bent over and pushed his arse out. "My turn!" he said with a grin I hadn't expected this, but I wasted no time in getting down behind him and pushing my tongue up his arse. I licked his hole for a while and then pushed my cock up him. His arse was incredibly tight and it didn't take me long to cum right up him. A few minutes later we were back out in the office and we were both back at our desks - his desk with a picture of his girlfriend and child on it and mine with a photo of Ryan. The following weekend we were invited to lunch with Aidan and Peter to meet one of Aidan's friends who was over from Ireland staying for a few days. Sean was about the same age as Aidan - and also very good looking - dark and hairy (a bit like Aidan). He seemed like a nice guy, but I was fairly sure from the way he looked at me that he knew what had been going on between me and Aidan. I didn't mind this, in fact, if anything it turned me on knowing that Aidan had told Sean what he had done to me and how much I had wanted it. Ryan was working that night and Peter said he had some work to do on a case he was working on - and suggested that Aidan and Sean should come over and spend the evening with me as he would be working and I would be on my own. Aidan winked at me and I knew at that moment that he had told Sean about me and that I was probably going to get two cocks up my arse that night. I wondered if Sean was HIV positive too and at the same time, ,I hoped no one would notice the erection that was now pushing out the front of my trousers. Ryan went off to work that evening and a little later, Aidan and Sean came over. As usual, Aidan didn't waste much time - he told me straight off that Sean was looking forward to fucking me and said "Why don't you pull your pants down and show him the hole he's going to be fucking!" As always, I did what Aidan asked me to - I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent over, pulling my cheeks apart to expose my arsehole to Sean. I really wanted to ask if he was HIV positive too, but I didn't need to as Aidan said casually "In case you're wondering, Sean's not on any meds either." Of course this just made me want to get fucked even more and before long I got my wish. Aidan went first and It was a real turn on, knowing that Sean was watching as Aidan pushed his poz cock up my unprotected arse and began to fuck me. I could see Sean was enjoying watching |Aidan fuck me and he got his cock out and started to wank as Aidan told him how much I loved to get fucked and to take poz loads up my cheating arse. A short time later, Aidan shot his load up me and pulled out. Almost immediately, Sean took his place. I have to say, Sean was a really good fuck and I enjoyed every minute of him fucking me. He started off slowly and then built up and soon he was giving me one of the hardest fucks I ever had. After a while he told me he was getting really close. "Shall we tell him?" asked Aidan as Sean thrust even harder up my arse. "Yeah, I guess we should," panted Sean "Tell me what?" I asked. I already knew Sean was HIV positive and not on meds, so I couldn't think what they were going to tell me. "They think he's acquired a strain of HIV that's resistant to drugs." Aidan said casually Just at that moment, Sean started to cum right up my arse, and I shot my load out in front of me, without even touching my cock. What had I done? I'd love to say that I came to my senses at this point and didn't have any more to do with Aidan or Sean, but, as you've probably guessed, nothing could be further from the truth! I couldn't wait to repeat the experience and I got fucked by both Aidan and Sean several times over that weekend. We had some really horny experiences - they took turns fucking me and loading me and one time Sean was fucking me when Aidan stepped up behind him and pushed his cock up Sean's arse. I had never experienced anything like this before and when Sean came in me, he pulled out and Aidan went up me, adding his load to Sean's a short time later. Later that night, I fucked Ryan, both loads still up my arse. I had another narrow escape the following evening. Ryan had been working all day and had stayed on late to cover for someone who was running late and was really tired when he came home. I made him some coffee and he decided to go to bed. He fell asleep almost immediately and just then I got a message from Aidan saying that Paul was out if I wanted to come over. A short later, Aidan, Sean and I were all naked and I was riding Sean's big cock. Aidan put some lube on his cock and moved in behind Sean. I wasn't sure what he was going to do at first - then he pushed his cock against my arse as Sean pulled me forward. At first it felt like I was being split in two as Aidan pushed his cock slowly up my arse next to Sean's. I didn't think there was any way I could take two cocks up my arse at the same time, but I managed it and soon I was enjoying it. Sean came first, closely followed by Aidan and once again I had two loads of dirty cum up my arse. I got dressed quickly as I didn't want to be out too long but as I made my way across to our house, it felt like my arse was gaping and I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep their loads up me for much longer. I fumbled with the key in the lock and made my way to the kitchen, which had a tiled floor. I undid my belt, quickly pulled my pants and trousers down and squatted, just as two loads of cum splattered out on to the floor. I heaved a sigh of relief, but just then a light went on upstairs and I heard Ryan's voice "You alright, babe," he called "Yes," I called back "I'll be up in a moment." I was lucky he didn't come downstairs and I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made my way upstairs to join him. A couple of days later I started feeling unwell. I thought I would be ok once I got to work but once I got to the office I started feeling much worse. I felt hot and feverish - I had once had the flu, and this felt similar, but much worse. I knew I would have to go home and I also knew something else - this was probably what they called "the fuck flu." What was I going to do now? I decided to concentrate on getting myself home and somehow I did. I knew Ryan had the day off and I just wanted to see him. I entered the house quietly - wondering what I had done and what the fuck I was going to say to Ryan? He wasn't about downstairs and as I began to climb the stairs I heard voices. Not just voices - I heard the unmistakeable sound of two guys fucking. Surely it couldn't be Ryan? On the floor outside the bedroom I saw a pair of jeans and pants, which I knew did not belong to Ryan, and then I heard his voice from inside the bedroom. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me!" Another voice said "You want it?" "Oh yes, fuck yes," came Ryan's voice "Do it, breed me, fucking breed me...give me a fucking baby!" This couldn't be happening! Not Ryan! Then I heard Aidan's voice saying "Good boy -take that dirty load right up your cunt!" I knew now what I was going to see when I entered the bedroom and sure enough the first thing I saw was Ryan's naked arse, riding on a big hairy cock. But it wasn't Aidan's cock he was riding as I had thought- Aidan was watching and wanking, but it was Sean who was breeding Ryan as I walked into the room - Sean who was not only HIV positive and not on meds, but who had a strain of HIV that was resistant to meds. I was feeling really feverish now. I didn't know what to think, or what to do as I stood there watching Sean breed Ryan with his resistant strain. But I knew one thing - I had just cum in my pants.

Hi, Anyone still into cruising the parks? My favorite is the Rambles in Central Park, but it's not like it was. Cunningham Park was good too. What's the best places now??

Not currently, but did visit over the holidays

Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

Sneakers on. So fucking hot.

In Seattle I’ve heard that Club Z is a lot of fun, maybe not as nice as Steamworks tries to be, but coming from a tiny backwater town like New York City we aren’t able to chose one of two clubs anymore. Does Steamworks adher to a set standard or have they just taken random venues under their umbrella, much like the Club Bath chain did decades ago

Nothing new to me, being a bottom while black. I was once told "what a waste of black dick," among other things. And I might be a little guilty of the misogyny thing, admittedly, but I'm gay because I enjoy the feel and fill of a MAN, and for all the times I've been ignored or fucked with just for being black, I think it's fair for me to politely reject the fem twink with painted nails that assumed I was a top for reasons I can't possibly imagine 🤷🏾‍♂️ My area has a growing crowd of "straight men," transgendered, and cross dressers who can all be incredibly rude when approached by a gay man on a gay app. Between that, my own habits, and the usual BS, finding some dick to juice me up has been way more of a hassle than it needs to be... Also, hello; I'm new here and tend to lurk but I guess I'm feeling some type of way (other than horny) 😅

He’ going to leave hubby and join Mark and Stefan

Good I am glad it brought back some GREAT sleazebucket memories for you!! I have a couple of others. We should talk and share some memories sometime, It was so great there!!!!

Stay away from the Strip and Downtown, most of them will have security. Best bet is off the Strip/Downtown area. Lots of motel 6's and other very cruisey places

i went to a local gay sauna this evening, i bumped into my boyfriend's younger gay brother. he approached me, and he asked me if my boyfriend was also there in the sauna, i said no i was there without my bf. i was surprised to see him there. he touched my dick and we kissed. and he expressed his desire to be fucked bareback and bred by me. he said he's been wanting to get fucked by me for a long time and i said to him that i can fuck him bareback but it has to be kept secret from my boyfriend (who is also his older top brother). he agreed to that and we went into a cubicle and finally nailed his bareback ass and cummed deep inside him.

Chapter 3 – The Sling Frank looked down on the teen prize before his eyes. He knelt down and licked the tip of the boy’s throbbing dick. He licked the boy’s smooth balls. He licked lower, under the balls. Frank ventured south until his tongue came in contact with the boy’s hole. He started to eat the boy hole out. The violation of his hole sent chills up the body of Xander. He had never known a feeling like this before. Frank was busy getting the boy’s hole nice and wet. He was tongue fucking the hole in no time at all. Frank pushed in his finger and was met with some resistance. F: Fuck your tight. You really are a virgin, aren’t you my son. I’m going to have fun filling you up with your little brothers and sisters swimmers from my balls to your tight hole. You’re not leaving this room until your good and knocked up. Frank went back to eating the boy hole out. He ate the boy out for what seemed like hours. When he was finally done, the hole was all dripping saliva. Frank went back to the night stand and pulled out some more supplies. He pulled out 2 needleless syringes. One was prepped with Tina silicone lube and the second a huge shard diluded in some lube. Frank pushed the first syringe into the boy and released the lube deep inside the boy. The second syringe was pushed inside the boy and was released at the same deep point. Xander started making a noise that vocalized his discomfort from the slight burn. He dared not speak any words at this point. F: Oh does that burn a little son? Well, I have some medicine that will make you feel all better. Frank reaches inside his baggie of Tina and pulls out a big shard. He places it at the entrance to the hole and pushes it in with his two fingers. The burn intensifies and Xander makes more noise. F: See isn’t that better? Doesn’t that make you feel so much better? Xander is obviously feeling discomfort but dares not go against his dad. He nods up and down to the question. His eyes watering back up. Frank grabs another shard and pushes it in the boy. F: I appreciate the gesture but this one is because you lied to me just now. I want you flying you big dumb bitch. I want that hole hungry and begging for my seed. The burning feeling is starting to subside and Xander is feeling like a cat in heat. His hole is literally twitching for attention. Frank still had his fingers inside the boy hole. he loves the feeling of a boy hole squeezing his fingers, almost as much as he loves the squeeze on his dick. He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his dickhead. Frank pushes the head inside the tight hole. The feeling is amazing on his dick. Xander unclenches and the hole relaxes a little bit. Frank grabs the boy by the hips and slams his full 8.5 dick inside the boy in one push. Xander screams but this only intensifies the wonderful feeling that his dad is experiencing. F: Scream all you want son. This is happening whether you’re ready for it or not. So take my dick and love it. I wanna hear how loud you can be while I fuck you. Frank grabs the sling restraints and uses them as leverage. He starts jackhammering the poor boy. Xander has stopped screaming and its more of a crying now. Tears continue to fall from his eyes. X : Dad, please stop. It hurts. Frank is visibly disappointed. He pulls out and goes back to the little supply station he has set up next to the bed. He pulls out a cock ring and walks over to the boy. He puts the boy’s balls and dick through the cock ring and pushes it in place. F: Oh this isn’t just for looks. It’s of my own design. Just like your collar. So repeat what you just said to me. X : I don’t want to repeat it. F: Don’t make me have to make this a full on lesson. Repeat what you said. Xander looks at his dad in the eyes and low level cries out. X : Dad, please stop. It hurts. Frank holds up another remote and ZZZZap - sends a shock right to the boy’s balls. This makes the boy scream again. This time a hole octave higher. F: Remember, I can always make this hurt more than it needs to. I’m the man in charge you worthless piece of shit. The only reason you exist is to please me, take my cum and anything else I tell you to do. Is that fucking penetrating your sorry excuse of a head? Zzzzzzap to the balls. Again a scream echos in the room. F: I asked you a fucking question. Xander’s face is red and puffy from all his crying. He looks at his dad right in the eyes. X : I understand now, Dad. I’m your sex toy. I’m a hole only for your pleasure. Fuck me daddy. Please, I need your cum in my ass. F: Nice enthusiasm boy. Frank slams back into the boy’s hole. He returns to his jackhammer rhythm. The only sounds escaping the new bottom are muffled cries. After about 10 minutes of pounding, the boy’s cries finally start becoming moans. Frank is turned on by the fact that the boy has finally submitted and accepted the situation. He pulls out and kneels down. He spits on the asshole and shoves his dick back in. he pulls out and slams back in repeatedly. F: Yeah, now this hole is loose enough for my load. Frank slams into the whore in the sling. He pushes as far in as he can get and releases his swimmers inside his son. F: yeah, take it you fucking whore. Ahhhhhhhhhhh Frank somewhat collapses on the boy still in the sling. He takes a moment to catch his breath. He looks down at his son. Xander is covered in his own cum. Frank had totally missed it but his son shot his load at the same time as his dad. ZZZZZap to the collar. Xander moans loudly. F: I didn’t give you permission to cum yet. You have to earn that nut. I’ll let you off easy this time. Since you’re so new. Frank bends down and kisses his son on the lips. F: you’re such a hot fuck. I loved the crying. Remember that. It made my dick hard. Frank untied the boy from the sling and picked him off. He placed the boy down on the bed. He removed the cock ring and placed it with his other supplies. F: okay, go take a shower and clean yourself up. I want you back in here in 20 minutes ready to go for more. Don’t try to take the collar. I have the only key. It’s designed to go full charge if it is being tampered with. If you try to run for it, make sure you grab all your shit because you will never set a foot back inside this house again. You got that. Plus, I know you liked that shit. The tina helps with the horniness and taking dick, but you actually shot your load from my fucking you. Admit it, you love this shit. Anyway, it’s your decision. I would be back here in 20 minutes if I were in your position. Xander walked away to his room. He thought about trying to escape the nightmare. The reality of leaving sank in. He had absolutely nowhere to go to. He had no money or car or anything. At least here, he would be taken care of. It’s not like his dad is trying to kill him or anything. And the drugs are amazing. The sex was even feeling great towards the end. And he did shoot his largest load ever just a few minutes ago. Maybe there was something to staying. After all, it was his dad and his dad would never really hurt hurt him. He was just teaching him lessons afterall. If he behaved and did as he is told, then there should be no zaps. Xander rationalized his reasons for staying and jumped in the shower. He washed all the sweat and cum off of his teen body. He dried himself off and walked back to his dad’s room.

I have been a bareback slut for over 10 now willing to take loads in my ass or mouth whenever a top needs to relieve himself. I have retired from work a few years ago which has allowed me to devote lots more time to being used as a slab of fuckmeat to be penetrated. I used to work in a hospital in an administrative capacity. I would keep Grindr open on my phone most days so I could arrange fuckdates at my house after work - I lived quite close. My profile was direct 'Bottom taking raw loads in ass or mouth'. One Tuesday afternoon my phone beeped and there was a message from a blank profile asking if I was in the 'hospital'. I replied that i was. I guessed that this was a message from a visitor seeing a patient. He told me to meet him on the 5th floor men's toilet on B wing. That was quite a walk but I told my colleague I had a meeting and would be back shortly. The toilet was in a sparsely populated section. I approached the toilet and saw the 'Cleaning in progress' sign outside it. I hesitated before entering. If the cleaners were present then I didn't want to get caught. I decided to enter and pretend not to have seen the sign if required. Inside was a cleaner - a tall muscular black guy in overalls, about 30 years old with a mop. he looked at me and said 'you got my message'. He went to the door, took out a key and locked it. I went to my knees as he stepped out of his overalls and plunged his thick, uncut cock into my mouth and started pounding my face. I wanted to get fucked but without lube it would have been painful so I resigned myself to sucking his balls and cock. Before long he grabbed my head, pounded his tool to the back of my throat and released torrents of sperm down my throat which I gobbled down and swallowed. After he had cum he asked me if I was visiting a patient. I told him that I worked there. He was from Suriname, lived in the Netherlands and asked if I would be available again. I gave him my number and told him to WhatsApp me when he needed relief again. I told him I would bring lube the next time in case he needed to breed my cunt. I looked in the mirror before leavoing, wiped some sperm from my ear and went back to my desk. i had been gone only 20 minutes. For the next 3 months I was bred daily. Sometimes in my mouth. More often in my ass. My phone would beep - usually in the afternoon. The text would read '8th floor men's room' or '6th floor cleaning closet' and I'd have to make my excuses and service him. On one occasion he bred my cunt shortly before a meeting and during the meeting I could feel the sperm leaking from my ass through my underwear and trousers. That made it awkward to move about with spermstains on my clothes. I never found out his real name. I had him my phone as 'Cleaner'. I never told him my name. If we'd pass in the corridor it usually meant that within 5 minutes I'd be summoned. On one occasion I was called 3 times in a day, the 3rd time no lube was needed. Then I think he moved jobs.. He had blocked my number and I never saw him again. It was the highlight of my last years in the job - being the fucktoy of the cleaner. A fuckslut that needed to be available on call whenever he needed.

(continued) Spent, holes well used, I watched as the black bodybuilder walked to the dungeon exit, followed by the chiseled blond thirty-something, then the dark haired man with tattoos, then the 18 year old wrestler.. I quickly followed with my uncle bringing up the rear. We walked up the stairs into the living room and without a word, they all put their cloths on and exited the house leaving only me and my uncle. After he went into his bedroom I quickly passed out on the couch. Waking up about an hour later, still naked, I walked into his room. He was asleep on top of the bed with a raging hardon. I leaned down and took it in my mouth and began to suck the stale cum that was still coated on his huge rod. He rolled over, placed his hands on the back of my head and began to work my throat. Still in a fog, his giant tool passed the back of my mouth and opened my throat. All of a sudden he thrust up, groaned and shot another load. The taste and smell of his warm cum was all I needed and I collapsed into the bed, it was now about 5 a.m. I awoke about 8 a.m., put on my cloths and went home. A few days later after work the wrestler and I stopped by the house. My uncle opened the door and invited us in. He poured us some whiskey and asked if we wanted to watch some porn. We grinned and said, absolutely. He turned on the TV and as the video came on it was us in the dungeon the other night. The cameras had caught everything from different angles and the film was edited. I could see the workout Steve had taken, his young hard body matching every bit of the other men. I watched as I was getting my hole destroyed, my ass beginning to tingle as I watched. Steve turned and said that he had been checking out the other wrestlers in the communal showers at school after practice and noted that some of the guys were very hung – if only they could be coerced into joining. With only a little time that night, we all jerked off into one of the whiskey glasses and I had the pleasure of drinking down all the cum mixed together. I then took my finger and ran it around the inside of the glass, not wanting to leave a trace of the elixir. The TV was turned off and we headed for the door. As I left I said, “we need to make another video.” My uncle responded, “before that, you and I are going to the bathhouse.” I quickly said, “fuck yeah”.

Have to click on this question. I've been swallowing loads for 30 years, never had a load stuck in my throat. I do like the suggestion to drink from the tap, I love doing that, swallow a load then swallow some P, then hopefully another load. Rinse and repeat

i haven't had that problem .. but .. maybe .. many guys have to piss after they cum .. have a few gulps of piss .. or have some beer? i would think the quicker you clear your throat the better it would be ..

Chapter 2 It was a month before Mason found himself inside those grey walls again, staring at the faces of the support group. The men who usually went first, went first; they gave the same speeches he'd heard a month ago, giving the same advice, relating the same anecdotes. Boring. The group leader had been watching Mason since he came back. Something about the boy looked different; not only was he sweating, jittering, and clearly exhausted, he seemed happy. As if he was proud of being sick. "Mason?" said the group leader. "You missed a few meetings. Anything you wanna tell us?" "Maybe." said Mason. "If nobody here gets upset." "I can promise that," said the group leader as the men around him nodded. "About a month ago, I went back to the saunas. Talking about what happened at the meeting... well, I couldn't help myself. I know what you're thinking—I must be disgusting to you. But I couldn't help myself. I caved. I found that guy and let him breed me. Let him... infect me." The room gasped. Mason looked ashamed, but couldn't wipe a sly grin off his face. "I wandered into the room and let him use me. I didn't ask for any of it, but he knew I wanted it. He split me in half. He made me huff poppers, smoke weed, drink, all of it. My mind was a pile of mush. By the time he said he was going to cum, I couldn't help myself. I just let him..." "I was horrified, but the feeling was electrifying. I used nothing but the worst, most disgusting porn I could find on BarebackBastards to get off. I couldn't help myself. By the time I got my test results, a part of me already knew. But something they don't tell you about getting the bug is just how horny you are afterwards. I mean, I wanted to suck everything. I wanted to fuck everything. I look at my Dad in the shower and I think, 'fuck, you better put that in me right now or I swear...'" "Mason, this is highly inappropriate!" shouted the group leader. "If you had a moment of weakness I understand, but you shouldn't glorify it. You've at least had doctor's visits? You've started taking the right medication?" "Yeah, yeah," said Mason. "Did it feel good?" asked a man from the crowd. He looked to be in his early 20s. "Adam!" "Every rope felt like a wave of pleasure. It was like he hijacked my nervous system." "There are ways to experience sex like that without those risks," said the group leader. "Alright, whatever! Mason, we'll talk next week. The rest of you, adjourned." Mason and Adam met at the crappy little buffet in the corner of the room. "Where'd this happen again?" asked Adam. "Oh, I couldn't enable you," said Mason. "Well, maybe I just want to avoid that kind of place..." Mason scribbled a note out with an address. "I think he goes there Friday nights. He's 6'3", built like a house, and hairy as fuck. And he has one of those radiation symbols tattooed on him." "I'll... make sure to avoid him. Or go some other time. Thanks!" It wasn't 30 minutes before Adam, the naive college boy who'd been praying to keep those urges away, found himself pulling into the sauna parking lot. He went inside, paid the fee, got the towel, with clockwork regularity. He felt like somebody fulfilling a destiny. He walked into the locker room and waited for the stud Mason described to show up. Nobody. As time passed, he grew bored, impatient, and eventually considered leaving. After about 15 minutes of humiliation, a different type of man walked into the locker room. He was nothing like the man Mason described; this one looked to be in his 60s, bald, 5'6" at most, and so skinny you could see his blood vessels. He looked jaundiced. He was disgusting; but there was one similarity between Mason's gifter and Adam's guest, and that was the radiation symbol right above his pubes. "Nobody watchin us," said the older man. "ThankyoubutImnotinterest—" Adam blurted out. Before he could finish the sentence the older man had held Adam's head in place and filled his sinus cavity with amyl. Adam was afraid the older man would drag him to his room. What he should've been afraid of was what really happened. The older man hobbled with Adam to the front desk and checked out. "Nephew had a lil too much," he said with a grin. The man at the front desk smiled. "Are we gonna see this one again, or is he a long-hauler?" he asked. "'Cause he'd be good for business." "Depends how much he can take," the older man said. They hobbled out to the car. The older man tossed Adam in his trunk, drove a few blocks away, then helped the boy straight through the front door of his shabby apartment. "Whhtsgoingon... whhoryou..." The last twenty minutes had gone by in sort of a blur; the old man kept forcing him to take poppers, keeping him just on the verge of consciousness. He knew he was being taken somewhere; he knew he was in danger; but he couldn't help but feel a powerful, aching feeling in his holes that needed to be filled. He didn't have much time to think about his inner conflict before the short, bald, diseased-looking old man threw him onto a cot in a dark room within his apartment. The only light came from a small TV screen playing porn in the corner of the room. "Whaddareyou..." Adam groaned. He looked up and saw the old man squeezing a bottle of Astroglide onto a cock that didn't even make sense to him—it was skinny, easily 9" long, with a piercing in the head and a scorpion tattooed on the glans. "Ready boy?" Adam felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his rear end, a feeling so intense that he passed out. The last thing he heard before he passed out was the old man chuckling and saying, "Tight hole. Long-hauler for sure. Fuuuck..."

Chapter 4 —— Sam ———- Fucking asshole! That cocky grin on Josh’s face as he walked out after slapping my ass was stuck in my brain as I cleaned up the piss from around the toilet. My dick going half hard from his touching my bare ass only made the mess worse. I threw the toilet paper I used to clean up the mess into the bowl and flushed it down. I went over and turned on the shower to warm up. I needed to get a quick wank before I went out for breakfast because my now fully hard dick wouldn’t be hid by my underwear. As the water warmed I walked over to the linen closet to get a clean towel. While pulling out my towel I noticed Josh’s gym clothes from this morning laying on the floor and his jock was on top. I hurried over to close and lock the door. I went back and picked up his jock bringing it to my nose and taking a deep whiff. It smelled so good!!! A mix of musty man scent, the soap he used, and that Josh smell. I sat down right there on the floor by his clothes stretching my legs out and started to long stroke my uncut dick as I continued to inhale from his jock. When I put my other hand down to brace myself I felt something wet but also sticky. I looked down and saw his gym shirt was wet with sweat but also had white streaks on it. I laid the jock on my leg and picked up the shirt and drought it up to nose hoping it was what I thought it was. The smell of cum filled my nostrils. It made me go even harder and my hole hungrier than any poppers had ever made it. I pulled it away from my nose and stuck my tongue out and licked a tongue full from one of the white cum puddles. It lit my taste buds on fire. It was the best tasting cum I had ever had!! I was so close to cumming from the smell and taste I am surprised my nuts didn’t explode. I took hold of my raging schlong with one hand stroking my cock hard and fast as I ate more of the ambroshia that was my brother’s cum. It only took a minute or two before I shot one of the most powerful and intense loads of my life! It covered my abs, chest, and even got some on my face. I reached up and swiped the cum from my cheek and added it to some of Josh’s from the shirt and took a into my mouth and sucked it clean!! It tasted so good!! After my legs stopped shaking I got up and made my way over to the shower. I rinsed off quickly in the hot water then got out and dried quickly as well. I’d been too long already and didn’t want Josh to come looking for me. I put on my boxer-briefs from the night before and took my towel over to the hamper. Along the way I picked up all of Josh’s gym clothes and took them with me. I dropped them all in the bin except his jock which got tucked into my underwear pouch for later. I walked out into the kitchen as Josh was walking to the table with two plates wearing only a pair of boxer-trunks. On the table was a carafe of coffee along with sugar, cream, and all the fixings. “Good, I was about to come drag you out of the shower before the eggs got cold.” He said with a teasing tone. “Well I would have been done quicker but I had to pick up after you. You know how much trouble you’d be in if mom saw you leaving your gym clothes on the bathroom floor?” I teased him back. “Ah, yea I’d have a half hour lecture over breakfast for sure. I am spoiled. I have a cleaning person come by 3 times a week while I work so they generally pick those up for me. Bad habit I have got into.” “Well I guess I can forgive you since all I really am hearing is that means I don’t have to clean like a indentured servant on the weekends like at home.” I said laughing. He laughed as well at the memories of our absolute crazy mom and the dreaded weekend house cleaning. We sat down and I made a cup of coffee as he dished out the eggs and the mixed fruit. We chatted as we ate. Josh seemed to know how to cook because the omelette was really good. After breakfast I helped him clear the table and load the dishwasher. I stole looks at his nearly naked body as we worked to clean up the kitchen. He really was everything a man should be. I wanted to smell his sweat directly from his armpit and taste that cum straight from the tap. I had to stop my dirty thoughts before my cock swole and provided a tent for him to see. I excused myself and went to my room and got dressed in baggy pants and a T-shirt. I slipped his sweaty jock into my suitcase for later. We had decided over breakfast to go out to see some of the local sights. We were also going to hit a few stores to look at decor for my room. Not that the either thing was my idea of a fun time but I didn’t complain. My idea of a good Sunday was the day spent in my room on my computer gaming or working on a project or continuing to work on the software I was trying to develop and market. But I wanted to spend more time with Josh and I also promised myself I’d make more of an effort to get out and have a social life. Also, I needed to know the city better to be successful at exploring my sexual interests so spending a few weekend days exploring with Josh would help with that as well. We grabbed lunch at a good locally owned deli as we we where out exploring. Then after dropping our shopping at home we meet up with a few of Josh’s friends. We had dinner at a burger joint then went bowling. I hadn’t been bowling since I was a kid and my score reflected that. But the fun we had as a group was well worth my poor athleticism being on display. The people in the group reminded me of a lot of my friends the last year of college. They too were a few years older than me and all of them were in some way a part of the rainbow mafia. We got home around 11pm. After going to my bathroom to get ready for bed I walked naked to the kitchen and got 2 bottles of water and then headed to Josh’s room. He was laying on top of the blankets on the bed naked as well. Neither of us commented on the nakedness tonight. We just seemed to accept it as our routine. I put a bottle of water on his bedside table and then went to my side and did the same thing. I got in bed and Josh turned all the lights down with the dimmer control on his phone. He was watching a baseball game on a tv he had mounted on the wall. I hadn’t know it was a tv because it was one of those that look like a painting or picture when not turned on. I wasn’t big on sports so I decided to play a time waster game I keep on my phone. Over the next hour my body just seemed to be drawn to my hot big brother. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was putting my phone down and laying my head on his chest. His pecks were strong but his skin was soft and warm. It was mere seconds after I closed my eyes that I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up feeling safe and warm with a big strong arm wrapped around me. We were laying down and I was cuddled into Josh’s side. The tv was off now and the room was almost completely dark save the light coming from the digital clock on his side of the bed. It was a little after 3 am. I must of slept through him repositioning us down from sitting up to laying down. We were still both naked of course. Our bodies feeding off each other’s body heat. I looked up at his face. His eyes closed shut, his face relaxed, and his features smoothed out. He was snoring very lightly. God he was so sexy! I looked over his muscular and well defined body. His cock was laying half hard on his groin and below them set a nice heavy set of balls. Below them his long muscle leg flowed down to his big feet. I decided to be a little daring and I lifted my hand from where it was laying on Josh’s abs and lightly moved my finger along the ridges of his six pack, moving up their middle ridge to his chest, across to his right peck, over his collarbone, and across his well developed shoulder. My journey continued down his arm along his biceps and down his strong forearms. I moved across to his thigh when I got to his wrist and slowly moved up his hip and then over the right side of his lower V. His light snoring and breathing stayed the same through the entire journey. The perks of being from a family of deep sleepers. I felt emboldened (or horny) so I continued to push my luck. I glidedup his abs and chest to his right nipple. I slowly traced around it and then moved to the center of it. It began to harden and stick out the minute I got near it. I alternated between his right and left nipple feeling them both get harder and pointier. That wasn’t the only thing getting hard. My cock was rock hard now laying up over his thigh/hip while Josh’s big fat uncut cock was hard and solid laying straight up toward his belly button. The mushroom head stuck out with the foreskin just sitting under the ridge. I slowly moved so I could reach my tongue to his nipple while not moving his arm from around me. Almost from the minute my tongue hit his nipple his cock began to precum. Not a ton but a good dribble ran from his head onto his abs. I moved my hand down from his right nipple as I continued to lick his left. I used my finger ti gather the precum, put it on his nipple, and then licked it off. It was warm and tasted salty yet sweat. I almost shot my load then and there. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his thick uncut dick and felt the warm soft skin along with the rigid steel like muscle underneath. I didn’t dare stroke it but I did gently squeeze it and feel the blood flowing through it. He precam even more as I held his cock. I stopped licking his nipple and released his cock. I slowly disentangled from him and moved down to be face to cock with him. I waited a few minutes to ensure he was still asleep. When I was certain my movement hadn’t woke him I gently grasped his cock and began to ever so slowly stroke his cock. His hard dick leaked gobs of precum as I put my tongue out to the head licking that nectar straight from the tap. I kept looking back at his face as I did to ensure he was still sleeping. He was. His jizz continued to drip into my mouth as I stroked him. I was leaking myself and had my free hand under my cock head so I didn’t leak on the sheets. Finally, I decided I’d push my luck far enough and released his cock making sure to gently kiss away the last of his precum from his cock head and abs. He remained deep in dream land. I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to relieve the huge load built up in my balls. It was another massive load courtesy of my big brother. I cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. I watched the gorgeous sleeping man as I drank the last of my water. I climbed back into bed and laid so my ass and back against were against his side. I quickly nodded off and fell into my own deep sleep where I had vivid dreams of choking on my brother massive cock. I woke to the digital clocks alarm going off as the sun’s rays just began to peak into the room. Josh was now on his side too and snuggled up behind me with his arm over my side while his morning wood resting against my ass cheek. He growled and rolled over to turn off the alarm. I pretended to still be asleep as he climbed from the bed and walked naked to the bathroom. His hard cock swinging in front of him as he walked. The sound of his piss hitting the toilet bowl filled the silence of the early morning. A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom quietly and put on gym clothes. He walked to my side of the bed and leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I know the alarm woke you, but go back to sleep. I am going to the gym downstairs and will be back in 45 mins.” I just nodded and nuzzled into my pillow in response. He kissed the top of my head and walked from the room. I laid in bed for a while thinking what my next moves should be. ——————- I hope you all enjoy the story heating up. I know I have enjoyed writing it!! As always, thank you for the feedback, positive comments, and reactions. Also special shout out to the moderators for all they do!!

I am working on the next chapter but have been playing around with an AI generator and wanted to upload a couple pics I got out of it for Josh and Sam. Here is Josh: Here is Sam: Not exactly prefect to the description but pretty close and they are hot so I figured I’d share. Next chapter coming soon.

I've been into fist & dildo's for years. But, fuck...after a good fisting, I'm open & sloppy with a 2-3" prolapse. I want, I need a huge gaping h@le with red swollen lips. Love my h@le open & sloppy....

Part 2 I feel the heat of his body under mine, the tension in his muscles as he leans forward, his hands gripping the couch like he’s trying to ground himself. His body is bent just the way I want him, exposed and vulnerable in front of me, but still strong, still present—like he’s daring me to do something with all this control. The mirror across from us catches every movement—my body pressing into his, the way his head tilts just slightly, lips parted as he catches his breath. His eyes dart to mine in the reflection, and the look there—fuck—it’s like he’s letting me in, letting me see every piece of him, every inch of his desire. I slide a hand down his back, feeling the way his skin shivers under my touch. The warmth radiates off him, and I can feel his heartbeat in my chest, matching mine in the silent rhythm of our movements. “Stay still,” though I’m not sure if I’m telling him or myself. I’m barely holding it together, already lost in the feeling of him—so perfect beneath me. He doesn’t resist as I slap my 9” cock onto his smooth, tight hole. I line myself up, and then press forward, feeling the stretch as my foreskin pulls backward, my cock sinking deeper into him. His body tenses for a split second but then melts, as I watch him bite his lip in the reflection. God, he’s beautiful like this—completely open, completely mine in every way. I lean down, my chest brushing against his back, my lips barely grazing the curve of his neck. I can feel his body tremble under me, his skin warm, soft, and every inch of him responding to my touch. My hand slides down his side, fingers grazing the smoothness of his waist, feeling the slight tremor of his muscles. I pull him closer, pushing him into the couch with a steady pressure. The mirror catches the moment—our bodies moving together, the way I’m taking him, holding him there. His eyes lock with mine again, and in that reflection, I see it: the raw need, the desperation that mirrors my own. His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he tries to hold it together, but he can’t. He’s lost in this, just as much as I am. I can’t help myself. My thumb slides over his jaw, pushing his face up to meet mine, forcing him to look at me, forcing him to see me. The reflection is everything. It’s him, it’s me, it’s the tension between us that’s unbearable. I push deeper, slowly, feeling him stretch around me. His body shakes under the pressure, but his hands grip the couch, holding himself still for me. I move again, deeper this time, my body pressing into his as I feel the friction, the tightness. He gasps, the sound tearing through the air, and I feel my control slip. The sensation of him beneath me is overwhelming. I lean forward, my chest pressing to his back, my lips grazing the nape of his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin, the salt of him, as I move inside him. The heat of him is everything—so soft, so warm against me. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my hand finding his waist again, fingers tightening as I pull him closer, deeper. The mirror shows the way he reacts—his body jerking with every thrust, the way his chest rises and falls, each breath a quiet plea. I lean over him, close enough to feel his pulse against my chest, close enough to taste the air between us. I keep moving, my rhythm steady now, building the pace, feeling the way his body fits with mine. His back arches again, pushing into me, and I know he’s close—closer than I expected. I can feel him shudder, his body tightening, and when he breathes my name—low, shaky, “Nico…”—it breaks everything. I grip him harder, pushing even deeper, watching the way his face contorts in the mirror, the pleasure, the tension, the raw need reflected back at me. His fingers dig into the couch cushions, his body giving way to every push, every stroke. I feel it—he’s mine, every inch of him, every sound he makes. I move faster, harder, and I hear him gasping, feeling the way his body finally gives in, trembling beneath me. He’s lost in it, just as much as I am. The reflection tells me everything. His eyes lock with mine again, wild, desperate, and I see the moment he breaks—his face twisted in pleasure, his body jerking beneath mine. Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. I push him through it, pushing until we’re both lost in the rush. Then that’s when I hear it—the creak of the front door opening. The sharp sound rips through the air, jarring me out of the haze of my own mind. For a split second, I think it’s just my head playing tricks on me, the high messing with my senses, Cole’s tight fucking hole wrapped around me. But then the door opens wider, and I hear the unmistakable sound of shoes hitting the floor along with the words: “What the fuck?” For a split second, I don’t move, don’t say anything. I just freeze, and Cole, beneath me, does too. I’m still inside him, my grip on his waist firm, holding him in place as his breath hitches. The tension is suffocating, the silence louder than anything else in this fucking room. I don’t pull away. I don’t move. Instead, I slowly glance over at Moses, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and something else I can’t quite read. He stands frozen, hands at his sides, staring at us like he’s processing what the fuck he just walked into. Cole’s body shifts beneath me, his face flushed with embarrassment. He looks up at me briefly, eyes searching mine, and I see it—the hesitation, the silent plea for me to fix this. But I don’t know how. I can’t fix this. Moses doesn’t speak at first, just glares, his gaze moving between me and Cole. He looks like he’s about to blow. “What the fuck is going on here?” He steps closer, his tone sharp and full of disbelief. I pull back slightly from Cole, slipping out of him with a quiet “pop”, but staying close, trying to maintain control, but fuck, everything’s spinning out of my hands now. I wipe my hand over my face, trying to find something to say. Moses’ eyes flicks to me, the anger in them flickering like a flame ready to burn everything down. “Seriously, Nico? My brother?” His voice is rough, but there’s something else there—something I didn’t expect. Maybe it’s the shock. Maybe it’s the disbelief. But it hurts more than I thought it would. I swallow hard, not sure where to start. I glance back at Cole, who’s still sitting there, his hands covering his lap, looking small in a way that doesn’t match how he normally is. I try to steady myself. “Moses, it’s not what you—” “Bullshit.” He cuts me off, voice rising now, his chest heaving with frustration. “This isn’t some fucking misunderstanding. I can see it. You’re actually fucking him, aren’t you?” I don’t answer at first. My breath is sharp, the words dying in my throat, and that’s when I realize—Moses isn’t just angry. There’s something else simmering under the surface, something conflicted. I meet his eyes, trying to read him. He’s not backing down, but the way his jaw is clenched, the way his hands are balled into fists, makes me wonder just how far this is going to go. I glance back at Cole again, who’s still silent, eyes on the floor. He’s not backing down either. Moses’ gaze shifts from me to Cole, and for a brief second, it softens, just the slightest shift. I see him look at Cole—like he’s seeing him in a way he hasn’t before. It’s almost… curious. He swallows hard, running a hand through his hair. “What the fuck is this, Nico?” I look at him, the weight of the moment crashing down. There’s no turning back from this. Not now. Not with him standing there, seeing us both in this fucking mess. But somehow, I find my voice, and this time, it’s clear. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, Moses. I never meant for any of this.” Moses shakes his head, still processing, still pissed. But there’s something in his eyes—something under all that anger. His voice drops to something lower, more tense, “So what? You’re fucking him, and now you want to make it okay?” I don’t know how to respond to that. Because the truth is, I don’t have the fucking words. I don’t know what any of this is, or what it means for us. Then, to my surprise, Moses takes a step forward, his face softening slightly. He looks at Cole, his brother, and there’s something there—something I can’t explain. He’s not just angry anymore. There’s this understanding, or at least the beginning of it, like he’s processing the new reality in front of him. He glances back at me, his voice quieter this time. “You’re both fucked up, but… shit, man. What the hell were you thinking?” I don’t have an answer. I never had an answer. But there’s this strange, unspoken understanding between Moses and me now—he’s still my best friend, still the guy I’ve known forever. But there’s no going back from this moment. He doesn’t say more. He just stands there for a moment, looking at me, then at Cole. The weight of it is too much. I stand there, still unsure of what the fuck happens next. Then Moses walks over to the coffee table, grabs the pipe off it, and inspects it for a second like it’s just a normal thing to do. His fingers wrap around it casually, like he’s deciding if he wants to hit it or hit me upside the head with it. I feel Cole shift beneath me, but I don’t pull away. I hold his body close, watching Moses carefully. Without looking back at us, Moses brings the pipe to his lips, lights it up, and takes a long, slow hit. His eyes look up at the cloud of smoke he exhales, his gaze sharpening as he looks back at us. “Well, don’t stop on my account,” he says nonchalantly, voice calm as he sits down across from us. The smoke curls around him. He’s completely unfazed. I feel Cole tense up beneath me, his eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me, his body half-turned, trying to process what the hell is happening. I stay still, not sure what the fuck to say, or do. My heart’s still pounding in my chest from pounding Cole just a few moments ago, and now Moses is here—watching us, like he’s completely comfortable with this. I expect him to be pissed. Maybe call it a mistake. But instead, he just sits there, eyes watching us closely as he takes another drag from the pipe, blowing out another thick cloud of smoke. Moses’ eyes flick to Cole for a moment, studying him, before turning back to me, almost like he’s waiting for me to break the silence. Cole shifts again, his voice shaky, but he tries to speak. “You… you want to watch, or…?” The words hang in the air awkwardly, and I feel his unease ripple through me. Moses isn’t just walking in on us—he’s sitting down like he’s made himself part of this. Moses exhales slowly, blowing the smoke out to the side as if he’s giving the question some thought. “Yeah, I want to watch,” he says casually, like he’s talking about something as simple as a movie. But there’s a sharpness to his tone that catches me off guard. There’s no judgment, no disgust, just the quiet acceptance of it all—like he’s been around enough to know that this is just what happens. I stare at him for a second. This is weird. Sure, we all get high together. We all know the drill. But to sit here and watch? This is new. But I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know how to tell Moses this is crossing some line I didn’t even realize existed. I should feel anger, but instead, I just feel a tinge of confusion. Why is he so okay with this? “You sure about that?” I ask, voice still low, not entirely hiding the surprise that I’m feeling. Moses shrugs nonchalantly, his expression unreadable. “Why the hell not? Might as well… see it all the way through.” I feel Cole shift underneath me, his body stiffening with uncertainty. He meets Moses’ gaze briefly, his mouth opening like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. His hands are still gripping the couch like he’s trying to hold on to whatever bit of normalcy is left in this fucked-up situation. “This is… strange,” Cole mutters, his voice softer, eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me. He’s still trying to figure out how to process this, still caught between confusion and something else—maybe desire, maybe something darker. Moses leans back in the chair, blowing out another cloud of smoke and making a lazy circle in the air with it. “Is it? Or are you just not used to someone calling it out like it is?” He lets the silence settle in, the tension rising. I feel Cole’s body relax a little beneath me, but I can tell his mind is still racing. He’s confused, uncertain—but a part of me can see it in his eyes. He’s curious. Moses, on the other hand? He’s too comfortable in this situation. His gaze shoots back to me, sharp as ever, waiting for me to make the next move. He’s just sitting there, completely at ease with the whole fucking situation, his face unreadable. Another hit. Another cloud of smoke. Like he’s watching some fucked-up movie unfold in front of him, but this movie is real. I feel the tension tighten in Cole’s body as I move again, my hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer to me. He’s so fucking soft under my touch, like I could break him with just a look, but he’s strong—he holds himself together, even as my body pushes against his, every inch of him tight, ready. “You’re still okay with this?” I ask, my voice low, rough. The words taste like fire in my mouth, but I need to know. I need to hear it from him. Cole nods, his breath hitching, his fingers gripping my wrist as he pulls me in closer. “Yeah,” he says, voice shaky, but sure. “I want this.” And there it is. That fucking thing in his eyes—the desire, the need, the acceptance of what’s happening. Without a second thought, I line my cock back to Cole’s hole. This time, staring Moses directly in the eyes as I push into Cole harder, feeling him tighten, his body reacting to every inch of me. I turn to Cole and watch him fall apart in front of me, his chest rising and falling as I set the pace. His lips part, gasping, and I’m right there with him, losing myself in the movement, in the feeling. Cole’s body moves with mine, the friction pulling us closer. His breath quickens, and I can tell he’s fighting it—fighting the urge to lose himself, to give in to what we’re doing. But there’s no holding back now. I shift, pushing harder, making him take me deeper. His back arches again, his hands moving to grip the cushions beneath us, knuckles white, and I feel the tension in his body snap, the first wave of release hitting him hard. He groans, his body shaking beneath me, his head tipping back, and I can’t help the low growl that escapes me as I feel him tremble. Fuck. “Don’t stop,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. He grips my wrist harder, pulling me closer, deeper. I don’t. I can’t. I move faster now, no restraint, no holding back. The mirror catches us both—the way he moves beneath me, the way I’m taking him, and I can’t stop watching him. His face is a picture of raw need, of surrender, and fuck, it’s beautiful. And then, in the background, I hear Moses, his voice a low murmur over the quiet crackling of the pipe. ”Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.”

Thanks for all the replies! Glad it's coming across as a truly accurate bathhouse/sex club vibe. Sorry if any of you have messaged me privately and are expecting a reply. I'll try and get to them soon. I always appreciate feedback and as always hope you all enjoy! ----------------------------- Part Two- Anticipation Mike entered the sex club, puffing away on his pipe, giving a slight grin and nod to the attendant as he was buzzed in, not even needing to pay. He’d been coming here for years, having had sex with probably every single regular, the attendant included, breeding them deep while smoking. With tonight’s theme being ‘Bareback, Smoke and Leather’ night, he was damned sure he would be making a nice long appearance tonight. With it still being a bit early, he decided to walk around, taking in the various people there, recognizing nearly every single person as either someone he’d personally topped, or personally turned from being a non-smoker to a full-blown smoke pig. He made his way over to two such people, one in a sling hauling hard on a fat cigar, as the other guy lit up a fresh Red, before continuing to work his hairy fist and forearm up the cigar smoker’s greedy hole. “Fucking perfect night for it, ain’t it gents,” Mike said, walking over to the man fisting the other, grabbing his ass, drawing a huge inhale of pipe smoke in before exhaling it all over the scene in front of him. “Fuck yeah, Mike,” the man in the sling groaned, taking the cigar out of his mouth, letting the thick acrid smoke roll out, “Knew you’d be here tonight.” Walking up to the man in the sling, named Grant if he remembered correctly, Mike took another puff of his pipe as he ran his fingers along the fresh tattoo just under his navel. He let out a satisfied growl as he felt the other man’s fist moving around deep in man’s guts. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Finally got your new ink, huh?” he said, sliding his hand up to the man’s pierced nipple, giving it a slight pinch, knowing the act would cause Grant’s stretched-out manhole to tighten up slightly. “Fuuuuuuuuuck…” the other man said, letting out a huge nose jet, letting his cigarette dangle in his lips as he talked, “Your ass just fucking started sucking in my arm.” “Ugh……” Grant moaned, sticking the thick cigar back in his mouth and sucking hard, “Deeper!” Grinning, Mike stepped back, adjusting his now hardening dick in his pants. “I’ll leave you two love birds to it then,” he said, taking his pipe out of his mouth briefly before nodding at them. “I’ll be looking for you later,” Grant said, exhaling another cloud of cigar smoke, his ass squelching as the other man began to pull his fist out, standing up and stroking his dick, before working it in beside his fist. — Mike walked a bit more around the sex club, taking the various sights in before finally deciding to go over to the locker room so he could strip and partake in the festivities. Looking around he noticed a few of his fuck buddies in various states of undress. That’s when he saw the boy. Early to mid-20s at most, fit but not over muscular, headful of thick reddish blonde hair, and stunning blue-grey eyes. His skin was milky white, framed in a black leather harness, and his juicy ass barely contained a jockstrap, with not a tattoo in sight. ‘Until I’m done with him’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Fuckin’ love fresh meat.’ Puffing on his pipe, he slowly walked towards the redhead, who was now eye-fucking him from across the room. He stopped next to him, leaning against the locker, and let out a large cloud of smoke over him, grinning as he saw the redhead breathe the smoke in deeply. “How’s your night going, boy?” Mike asked, looking up and down the boy’s body, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and rubbing his right nipple with the bowl. Looking flustered, he watched as the boy tried to come up with an answer. ‘Pretty fucking hot in his own right,’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Definitely has a nice lump of meat threatening to pop out of that thong.’ “O-okay…” the boy said rather unconvincingly, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks. “First time at a sex club?” Mike asked, taking another puff of his pipe and blowing it in the boy’s face, again satisfied to see him breathing in the smoke. “It’s that obvious, huh,” the boy asked, looking down, an almost dejected look on his face. “Nah,” Mike said, putting the pipe back in his mouth and letting it rest on the corner of his lips, “I’m a regular here and didn’t recognize you is all. I’m Mike by the way.” “Dillan,” the redhead replied, shifting his legs slightly, likely to accommodate his hard cock in the leather pouch. Mike almost felt for the kid. The first times were rough. And this kid was like a lamb to the slaughter on a night like tonight. As much as he’d love to completely corrupt the cute shit, he also didn’t want to scare the kid off with all the twisted sex that would be happening later. Better to let him ease into it on a different night. Damn my kind side, he thought to himself. “Look, kid…” he began, standing up and taking deep sigh, “I think you might be out of your element here. Not really sure you know what kind of hot depraved shit will be going on here as the night goes on. Might be best if you leave now. Come another night and ease yourself in a little.” Flustered and cheeks now fully flushed, the kid began to shake his head. “No, I do know. I… That’s why I wanted to come tonight,” Dillan said, fidgeting with his harness as he talked, “I want everything this place has to offer tonight. Everything.” It was Mike’s turn to be left momentarily speechless as he listened to the kid continue. “I want to be fully corrupted and turned into a smoking, ass-gaping, cumdump piss pig. It’s kind of been a fantasy of mine for so long, and I…” he said, trailing off slightly as he thought of the words to say, “If I leave now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do it.” Mike was at first shocked hearing the words coming out of the boy’s mouth. However, it made him harder than ever before. An evil grin formed on his lips as he wrapped them around the pipe, drawing in another mouthful of smoke. “Well, fuck…” Mike said, smoke drifting out as he spoke, and reaching down and rubbing Dillan’s hard cock through the leather jockstrap pouch, “I definitely think we can make that happen.”

This past weekend I was visiting NYC with some friends. I snuck away from them and I went to Vishara. After exploring the area I went into one of the booths and waited for a while. Soon enough, there was a dick that popped from the other side. It was a black guy in his mid 50's with beefy dad bod. I quickly started sucking. After sucking for few minutes, I turned around and lubed my ass and offered it to the guy on the other side. While I was lubing my hole, I heard him opening a condom. I waived at him telling him that I don't need a condom and if he wished I can suck him off so that he can cum in my mouth. He did not like the idea and he got dressed and walked out. Soon after that a white guy came in the both and offered me his cock. I gladly sucked it and got him hard. As soon as he was hard, I turned around and started taking it in my ass. He may have been looking for a hole to drain his nuts. After about 5 minuted of pounding he flooded my hole with a decent sized load and walked out. I waited for some more time but nobody showed up. But I was still hungry for more cum so I went to East Side club. I got a locker, wore my cage and started walking around in my jockstrap looking for more loads. After exploring all 3 floors, I found this muscular guy who took me to his room and started playing with my hole. He asked when was the last time I got fucked, I told him it has been few weeks. He believed me since I was still tight. He started lubing my hole and started after getting him hard, he asked if I was safe. I said yes and to confirm he asked me when I got last tested. I told him that I got tested last month and I haven't been fucked since then. He seemed to buy it so he started fucking me raw. He fucked me for about 20 min in doggie position and sweat started dripping on my back. He told me to get on my back so that he can see me when he fucking, which I gladly did. He started asking me if I have been a bad girl, to which I said yes Daddy I have been a bad bad girl. That dirty talking seemed to do the trick and soon enough he started flooding my hole. It was a huge load. Once we were done he thanked me and said that his wife has been traveling for work so he had not cum in 6 days. After this I went to the sauna room and sat there for a little bit. Two guys walked in and one of the guy said if the other guy gave me his load. I said yes he gave me his load here (pointing to my freshly used hole). They both started taking turns fucking me in the sauna room. One was black and another was a white guy. I got two more loads there. As soon as they were done, there was a latino guy who I'm assuming asked me if he could breed me in spanish (I'm assuming he did not speak english) to which I gladly turned around and took his load. he shot very quickly. Now I am back in Dallas, thinking about this hot adventure and writing this post.

Man musk is a great aphrodisiac. Give me that over cologne every time. And sex funk smell that comes from hours of fucking is also intoxicating.

Hot stories, love how guys will go raw even with a wife or husband at home

Making me rock hard as I read mate. Ive only converted three guys, but its pretty fucking wild. :-)