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@PozToxVersPig sorry… I wasn’t implying that the books - or series take place during the Trump term …. Just that the series came out now …. And so watching the movie is a bit of protest and a bit mental therapy to immerse ourselves in an alternate universe….

I was in a neighboring city and needed to cum before driving home. Messaged several bottoms but nobody was ready. I clicked on one popular cumdump motels in Snifffies because there were several guys there and it was lit up as active. There was a public message that said "blindfolded anon bb bottom. door open as long as this message is posted".. The room number was there too. The profile posted had no pics and was off-line for over an hour. I was so horny and it wasn't too far so I went, figuring I could just leave if I wasn't into the guy. I go to the room and the bottom is getting fucked and two tops are waiting. Older guys is naked fucking and the other two are waiting with their dicks out, clothes on. Neither wanted to be touched. Older guy finishes and one of the tops moves in. I get a better look at the bottom, he's close to my age, fit and has a nice hairy ass. He's blindfolded, as advertised. The top that moves in had a big dick, probably about 8" and thick. He pushes straight in, one thrust, no lube in a way that probably wouldn't have felt good even if opened up and a bit cummy. This cause the bottom to yelp a bit and he speak, basically telling the top that his dick is dry and he needs lube, spit or cum on it. When this happens I immediately recognized the voice and take a closer look. Bottom is a close friend who I never knew had a slutty side. This makes my dick rock hard. The big dick top fucks him for a while before he finally releases and it's a big fucking load. I can see the grundle throbbing and when he pulls out I can see the cum leaking out a bit. The other guy moves in, average an unremarkable guy. He cums really fast - big dick top had barely gotten out of the room. He ask asks my friend how many loads and he says he lost count at 18. My turn, I'm so hard because I love a loaded hole and this is my friend who is pretty cute and there's no way I would have get to fuck him in the dynamics of our friendship. I'm also nervous. I can't speak and what if he lifts the blindfold.... I slide my cock in and he's pretty tight considering the day he's had. Once I'm in, his hole is just so slick and oozing cum. It's take my time because I want to savor fucking him and I build up a nice rhythm. Feel great for me and he's moaning in a good way. I felt like I was going to nut the whole time and was really trying to hold it back but after about 5 minutes I reached the point that I couldn't hold it back without stopping and even though I wanted to go longer it just felt to good to stop. I shot a really nice load in him, felt bigger and longer than normal. My balls were dripping cum and my bush was soaked. I zipped up and left covered in cum. As I was leaving the motel, another top was heading that way he was really unattractive and hit was kind of hot knowing that my friend was going to take this guys load. I ended up sitting in the car for about 45 minutes where I could see the room door. I decided to go back up and get another load out of me. Ugly guy was still fucking him but he stopped and gave me his ass. I was able to fuck longer this time and gave him another load.

Sorry it took so long to continue this story. Hopefully it will not take this long for the next chapter, but I will probably need some time to figure out how this will continue. Open for ideas. Since Erik was on PrEP (I know, Erik was supposed to be me in the story, but I'm not on PrEP) up until he was sent to Berlin Dark, I think he will still be neg, so I think I'll keep him neg for at least one more chapter, then we'll see. So what role will Miguel have as the story moves on? And Gabriel?

Warning! This story is fantasy and must be read as such. No real people have been harmed. Chapter 2 – Part 2: Barcelona Having to go see the family doctor the first thing after my trip to Berlin was the most embarrassing thing I’d ever done. Being raped by so many strangers is certainly nothing I would expect from my first solo trip. But I was good at lying, so I didn’t tell my doctor the whole story, just that I met a nice guy, not sure if I can still call Gabriel that, and that one thing led to another. Talk about being naïve. But my doctor gave me a PEP booster, and told me to get on PrEP. All things I was not familiar about a few months ago. Luckily my parents don’t know what happened. What happens in Berlin, stays in Berlin, right? I’m happy that I made up with Martin when I came home, though. We’re not back together, but we’re friends again. However, I still haven’t told him about my embarrassing moments in Berlin either, just about my sightseeing on the first day and the places that I saw. I did not mention Gabriel, and nothing about being exposed to HIV positive strangers. I didn’t even tell him about my doctor’s visit, and that I’m now on PrEP. I should have told him about PrEP and get him on it as well, but it was still too embarrassing for me to talk about. And now we were going together to Barcelona. It should be a great trip. Martin had made a friend in Barcelona, Miguel. Met him online, he said. A really cute guy according to the photos he’d shown me. Miguel had suggested an apartment for us, through Airbnb, he said, and Miguel knew the owner personally. It’s right in the city center, close to all the bars and clubs. Miguel himself couldn’t come to meet us at the airport, but he had sent the owner of the apartment, so it turned out perfect, and we settled in fast. The house owner even made us some tapas. As soon as we had eaten, Miguel called Martin, so he went outside for a moment for some privacy and to talk with him. A few moments later he came back in and said he was going to meet him. Before I had time to ask where he was going to meet him, and when he would be back, Martin had already changed clothes and was gone. Chapter 2 – Part 3: Barcelona – Martin visiting Miguel Martin: I couldn’t wait to see Miguel. I guess I was so eager that I forgot to tell Erik that he shouldn’t wait up for me. Hell, I even forgot to say “bye!” Miguel lived across the city, so he had ordered an Uber to pick me up, as he said he didn’t have a car or driver’s license. The drive took about half an hour. I was wondering why Miguel didn’t suggest a place closer to his place for us to stay. Miguel met me outside his building. He said he followed the car in the Uber app, so he knew when I was coming. We sat down in the front yard, and he offered me a drink. It must have been very strong, because soon my head started spinning. What I didn’t know until later was that the drink was spiked. I heard Miguel say, maybe we should go inside. He led me through a hallway. An older half naked guy was sitting on a chair in the hallway. Well, he looked old anyway, as I was only 19, so anyone over 30 was ancient to me. He looked ill, and had a symbol that I’ve seen in hospitals tattooed on his stomach. “Don’t mind him,” said Miguel. “That’s Juan, he’s poz, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.” I didn’t know what he meant by poz, and I didn’t ask. We entered Miguel’s apartment, and he gave me a glass of coke. Through my dizziness, which even got worse as I drank the coke, I noticed that the apartment was a mess, and I was starting to have second thoughts about being here. I didn’t feel comfortable, and grabbed my phone to send Erik a message, but Miguel quickly grabbed it and tossed it on the coach. “You don’t need this now,” he whispered in my ear, and then he kissed me. He led me to his bed room. I could sense a bad smell, like it hasn’t been cleaned for a long time. He pushed me onto the bed, and pushed my head down. The mattress was moist, and it reeked of piss and sperm. I started to fight him. I was not okay with this, but before I could do anything I realized that he had cuffed me to the bed posts. I hadn’t noticed that he had pulled my jeans down. Then he undressed himself, and he was standing in front of me completely naked. I was unable to fight him when he started rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack. He had the same symbol as Juan above his cock. I started crying, and begged him, “Please, put on a condom.” “Don’t worry, Martin. I’m clean.” Then two other guys came into the room. One of them had a small plastic bag filled with some white powder. ”Good, prepare some for me. This one’s not high enough yet, and he’s whining and fighting it,” Miguel said. “Where do you want it?” the guy with the bag asked. “Right up his ass. He’s not gonna feel what’s gonna hit him. He’s gonna be toxic as fuck when he leaves this place.” Miguel was grinning, and so were the other two. I had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn’t sound good. The last thing I heard Miguel say before I passed out was “I’m sorry Martin, but I’m a notorious liar. I’m highly toxic, and I want to share my DNA with you.” Then he pushed the white powder, whatever it was inside my ass with his big cock, and I even felt that he was pissing inside me. Chapter 2 – Part 4: Barcelona - Erik It was now two o’clock in the morning. I haven’t heard anything from Martin. No replies to my ten or so messages I’ve sent him. I was starting to get worried. Should I call the police? They probably won’t help, as he hasn’t been missing more than a few hours. I wonder if the landlord is awake. He probably knows where Miguel lives. Just to be checking I sent him a message first, not to wake him up with a call. Ah, he did reply. He said he would be over. He walked in about twenty minutes later. I tried to explain to him, but it wasn’t easy, as he didn’t speak much English, but eventually he seemed to understand that I wanted to go to Miguel’s place. The landlord gave me a coke while we were driving. I started to notice that we were driving the same streets over and over again, but the coke made my mind go dull, I felt I was about to pass out. Just when I was about lose my consciousness, the landlord seemed to stop the car. I noticed a sign that said Berlin Dark. Chapter 2 – Part 5: The Landlord I understand English very well, but I had my own plans for Erik. Didn’t want him to find Martin yet. So I drugged him and dropped him off at the Berlin Dark, a fetish club that was hosting a poz bareback party tonight. My friends will keep him busy there for the night. In the meantime I drove back to the boys’ apartment. Gabriel in Berlin told me that Erik’s on PrEP. Ah, there they are. I counted the exact number of pills before I flushed them down the toilet, and replaced them with placebo pills with no effect. Hmm, what else is there? Paracetamol? Maybe I should replace them with ecstacy? He’ll probably have a headache tomorrow. He’ll probably be easier to handle on drugs. Especially after what I did to him. Chapter 2 – Part 6: Erik at the Berlin Dark How did I get here? Oh no, this is like Berlin all over again. I’m chained to a sling and people are waiting in line to fuck me. One just pulled his dick out. Another took his place. A tall black guy, maybe in his 50s. Oh shit, he was big. Mmmphm… He pushed it in as far as it would go. I could see the movements of his dick inside me from the outside of my stomach. In, out, in, out… Slow movements. One guy right next to me whispered in my ear “How old are you kid?” I moaned “19” as the big guy said “Take my toxic load, kid!” with a final push inside me. Toxic? At least I’m on PrEP now, but still the thought of taking poz loads give me chills down my spine, mostly scared but also some tickles in my stomach. “You’re very popular, kid!” the guy who asked my age said. “You’ve taken 18 toxic loads so far, and you’re far from done.” I guess that’s what those marker lines on my stomach were. Counting the loads I was taking. The big black guy just made one more line with the black marker. Then I remembered. “Martin!” I said it so some of the guys standing around me, waiting for their turns, heard me. “He’s ready for another booty bump,” one of them said. Another cock entered my ass, while the guy who had asked my age forced his cock inside my mouth, forcing me to suck him, as I started to drift away again. Chapter 2 – Part 7: The pozzing of Martin “He’s coming to,” someone said. I didn’t know who. There were so many people there now. Seemed like the whole neighbourhood. Several people were filming me being fucked. Miguel was using my phone. He smiled at me. “You do what we tell you, otherwise we’ll send the film to your dad.” “No!” I replied. ”Don’t!” “Or we could poz your sister next. We know someone in Norway who would do it!” “No, please don’t!” I still didn’t know what poz meant, but the way Miguel was saying it, it didn’t sound good. And how did he know that I had a sister? I’ve never mentioned her. A trans girl was standing over me, hitting my prostate with her cock, pumping her load into me, and moaned “Keep my AIDS inside you! It’s sacred.” AIDS? What have I gotten myself into? “I don’t want to die!” I said. I was getting really scared now. The ill looking Juan entered between my legs and put his cock inside my hole. His body was full of scars and spots. He didn’t look like he was gonna survive the night. I was way past being scared by now. I had taken so many loads already. What was it he had called them? Poz loads? Toxic loads? I was sure I was gonna die, and had given up already. On the table right next to me appeared a tray with lines of some white powder, already cut and there were three guys on the sofa who took turns in taking hits of it. Juan kept pounding me. Heavy thrusts. I wanted him to stop and was about to tell him to stop, “no mas,” but to no avail. He moaned. He came inside me in big thrusts. Then his body fell on top of mine. He didn’t move. Miguel said, “Hurry up, give Martin some T. Keep the party going. He’ll think it was all a dream.” Two guys lifted Juan’s body off mine. I looked hazily around and one of the guys who sat at the table came over to me and tied a tourniquet around my arm and then injected me with something, then lifted my arm and I started coughing. I felt dizzy. Two guys lifted Juan off my body. I thought I heard someone say “At least he died happy,” but wasn’t sure I heard it right through my drugged mind. I had no idea how many people were in the room, but there were naked people coming in or leaving all the time. How many have shot their loads inside my ass? I had no idea, but I noticed the big pink spot on the sheet between my legs. The last thing I remembered before I started drifting off again, was this tall African guy with a Kenya football shirt slamming his huge cock inside me. Chapter 2 – Part 8: Erik the Cumdump I woke up, sore all over my body, especially my ass. I had the taste of cum and piss in my mouth. There were cum stains all over my body as well. I counted the marker lines on my stomach. Thirtynine. 39 guys have fucked me and left their toxic cum inside me. I was a real cumdump. Glad I’m on PrEP. I felt a draft when someone opened the door to the cabin. A light came on. “Don’t mind me,” a voice said, and started cleaning around me. It felt cold in my ass and down my legs. Oh, I’m still soaked down there. How long had I been here? I got up from the sling. Ooh, I have a headache. “I assume these are yours,” the guy cleaning said to me, handing me some clothes that looked familiar right away. He smiled at me. “You were the most popular bottom through the whole night,” he continued. “Did you watch?” I asked, embarrassed from the thought. Not that he was an ugly guy. He looked pretty hot, actually. “I did more than that,” he replied. “One of those marker lines are mine.” He grinned. I felt even more embarrassed. I dressed quickly. I smelled really bad, a combination of sweat, piss and cum, but that was not what mattered the most now. I had to get back to the apartment. I hope Martin’s back. When I walked out, the cleaning guy said “I hope to see you here again soon. We like young guys with a tight ass. It’s good for business.” He paused. “But I don’t think that ass will be tight for long. I don’t mind ruin your hole myself.” I hesitated for a moment. I felt disgusted, but my dick was hard. Was I about to enjoy it? It turned out that this club, the Berlin Dark, was not very far from the apartment. I locked myself in, just to find out that Martin wasn’t there yet. I had to call the police, I thought. But first I needed to take something for my headache, found some pills in my bag. Soon I felt drugged again. What’s this, I thought. This was not paracetamol… I laid down for a moment to clear my mind. Then I opened my eyes, just to see the landlord standing over me through the fog, naked with a big hard cock. He was grinning. I was no match for him. Chapter 2 – Part 9: Martin wakes up When I woke up in bed in a room I’d never seen before, I had no idea how long I’d been out. I felt sick, and my mouth was dry. I noticed some needle marks on my arms. What have they done to me? My ass was sore, and the bed sheet under me was wet with pink stains. I must have been bleeding. Why did they keep fucking me when I was bleeding? They must have noticed. And how many fucked me? I had no way of knowing. At least I was still alive. I tried to get up? Where were my clothes? Where was my phone? I remember Miguel was filming me, and he threatened to send it to my dad if I didn’t do what they were telling me. I needed to find it and delete the videos. Then I remembered there was no use, because so many others had been recording as well. I tried to stand up. It took me a couple of attempts to get out of bed. And my legs were jelly, but finally I was being able to stand up. But I had to lean on the wall to be able to get out of the room and towards the toilet. When I finally made it there I looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed some bruises on my ass. What’s this? I took a closer look and noticed some black lines, kinda like a tattoo on my ass. I bent over in front of the mirror to get a closer look. Then pulled the ass cheeks apart to see what it was. Oh, shit! It was a large tattoo, the same symbol that Juan, Miguel and a lot of the others at the party had. But mine was huge, surrounding my ass hole and the insides of my ass cheeks. I could see it clearly now when my cheeks were spread aside. My first thought was that I could never take a shower or swim naked with my friends anymore. “Do you like it?” I heard a voice behind me say. It was Miguel. I turned around and looked at him. He wasn’t the same guy I had fallen in love with. He looked like he was high on something. “One of the guys who fucked you last night, was a tattoo artist. He did it for free, so you don’t owe him anything.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “He thought you were such a good fuck, so I guess that was payment enough.” “I want to leave,” I said. “Where are my clothes? And where’s my phone?” “Don’t worry, it’s all here.” Then he walked out of the bathroom and returned few seconds later. “Don’t try to delete the video on your phone. I’ve made a copy.” He paused again, like he was trying to find the right words. “You might get the flu in a couple of weeks. Don’t go to the doctor, just stay in bed and sweat it out. Tell your family and friends it’s just a flu.” Again he paused. “It’s the fuck flu, but nobody needs to know that.” “What’s the fuck flu?” I asked. “Just google it. But don’t let anyone else know. Then I’ll have to send the video to your dad.” Again I begged him not to. “Then don’t tell,” Miguel continued. “And don’t go to the doctor. You’re my brother now. I shared my DNA with you. I’m looking forward to seeing you again…” “No, I…” I started, but Miguel put a finger over my mouth, and said “Ssshhh, I will see you again. Remember, video, your dad. Or I could have somebody poz your sister.” I shut up, took my clothes and phone and got dressed. “Don’t tell Erik, either.” he said. How do I make it back to the apartment,” I asked. “Oh, that’s the least I can do. I order you an Uber right away. What are brothers for, right?” Miguel said with a grin. I couldn’t smile back. Less than ten minutes later I was on my way back to the apartment. I found Erik lying in bed, apparently sleeping. But when I accidentally kicked one of his shoes on the floor, he woke up and said my name. “Where have you been?” he asked. “With Miguel,” I replied. “But you’ve been gone for more than three days. Why haven’t I heard from you? Why didn’t you send me a message?” “I’m sorry, I forgot. The time just flew.” “Are you seeing Miguel again?” “Yes, I think so. So, what have you been doing?” “Me? Not much. Mostly worrying about you,” Erik replied. “But I’m back now,” I said, and we both smiled.

To me the hottest men are gay. Like… Zachary Quinto Matt Bomer Cheyenne Jackson Chad Allen Robert Gant newsmen Thomas Robert’s and Don Lemon. all extremely hot to me. Any and all can get at my pussy. Lol

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Hey, pigs. Newest instalment. Remember Spencer from the first Intermission chapter? He's back, and this should put a few puzzle pieces together for you. ------- Chapter 23: Poz Me Up Before You Go-Go City Streets. 20:14 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Stag had deliberately wandered away from the rest of the group of infected smilers, set on following his own agenda. Instead of waiting for suitable clothing to wear in the chilly late October air, Stag had elected to wear only his camo pants and boots, leaving his muscular blackened torso exposed for all to see. He also chose not to stick to shadows, but to walk abroad in front of the rest of the world like nothing had changed for him. Doing this in secret was never going to be an option for the corrupted horny soldier. As he passed storefront windows, he occasionally caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the glass. One particular pane caused him to stop in his tracks. Stag had been passing by a main street restaurant that hadn’t been open in weeks, and the light from the street had hit him so perfectly that he could see, for the first time, exactly what he looked like in full. His ginger hair had darkened considerably, and his face had taken on a shade of grey that could only be described as “storm cloud”. His exposed skin, in fact, had this same shade all over his body. His veins spread out like black spiderwebs. He grinned in evil satisfaction. Cheaper than any tattoo I could have got!, he thought. And way more fun. As he observed his reflection with a wicked, impressed grin plastered on his face, he took the time to examine his teeth. The jaw had widened some to accommodate the new molars and fangs, and each tooth looked sharp and deadly to the touch. He could barely make them out, but the whites of his eyes were completely gone, and he looked positively possessed. The lanky, sinewy form he previously carried had grown into a muscular beast rivaling the best of Crossfit enthusiasts. Thick veins throbbed beneath the surface of his skin, and Stag started to get hard at the sight of himself. He reached into his pants and fondled his swelling member lightly, knowing he carried an instrument of mass destruction. He had a victim in mind for his first conversion, and had to stop himself from further pleasuring himself to save his demonic seeds for that gratifying moment when he shared them with his prey. Stag continued his bold march through the city to the warehouse district until he came in sight of the nightclub known as InfraRED, a popular gay bar with a dubious reputation. On this night, attendance would be as high as many of the patrons, and with a Halloween party in progress, Stag could do what he needed to without the need for secrecy or violence. Hookups were part of the everyday routine in this place, and no one would bat an eye or clutch any pearls over him having sex in a very public space. In fact, it was almost expected, but so were drunks, drug deals, fist fights, and barroom brawls, and harassment by the homeless who hung around the area. He came to the block, and saw that a canopy had been set up outside the club to funnel guests inside. This made it easier for club employees to screen guests for arriving intoxicated, and to keep the place from filling up too quickly, but Stag would not be deterred. He went to the back of the line, and spoke to no one as the line slowly moved forward. In his boredom, he lit a cigarette, and no one seemed to object to it. One man, dressed as a unicorn, turned around and saw Stag in all his toxic glory. Having nothing else to do while they waited, the unicorn opened conversation with him. “Damn, dude! That’s a really cool costume.” Stag nodded his head only once in acknowledgement, and did not wish to engage with anyone. He took another draw off the cigarette. “What are you supposed to be? You kinda look like a toy army guy.” Stag smirked without revealing his teeth. You have no idea, he thought. —-------- Dressing room at InfraRED. 20:09 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Spencer adjusted his tight nylon armbands, placed a blue baseball cap on his head, and checked his shiny baby blue shoes one more time before appraising himself in the mirror. For nearly three years, he had been gogo dancing at InfraRED, and tantalizing horny men with his erotic dancing and powerful physique. Gogo dancing had been a means to an end - surely someone who came into the club would be his ideal, but so far, the perfect man had eluded him. The pay for dancing was decent, and so were the tips that were frequently shoved into his G-string, but it wasn’t fulfilling. He made enough money to live comfortably, but as time wore on, this mode of living wasn’t going to be satisfactory for much longer. As he stared at his reflection, he ran his left hand over his thick chest, and sighed. “Is there more to life than this?,” Spencer wondered aloud. He then adjusted his girthy member inside the gold lame underwear, twisted the hat ever so slightly, and looked one more time in the glass. He had decided against wearing any costume; the unnecessary bulk, combined with his own overdeveloped bulk, could exhaust him physically before the night was over, and he needed to make some cash for car repairs. He had been a beefy satyr at last year’s party, but he was sweating so hard after the first hour that the hair had stuck to him, and he resorted to doing a sexy striptease of the costume. He felt the investment in his elaborate costume had been a waste of funds, and he wouldn’t make that costly mistake a second time. Taking a final swallow of water from a large jug, Spencer sighed with discontent that he was stuck in a rut. His physical growth had hit a plateau, and the sex work with no sexual gratification left him frustrated night after night. Satisfied that he was ready for the public, he nodded at his reflection in silent approval of at least his appearance, and went out from the dressing room to the auditorium. The beats and the constant thumping of heavy bass was already quite deafening, and he had danced to it a thousand and one times. Just another night, another dollar. He climbed up on his usual gogo box, and settled into the beat. —------ Stag scowled slightly when the bouncer closed the rope against him after the unicorn was admitted to the club. The bouncer could allow only five enter at a time, and Stag just happened to be the sixth. He glared at the bouncer silently anyway as the man clicked his meter five times. At least a few minutes would pass before Stag could enter, so he mentally reviewed his plan one more time. Meanwhile, the bouncer couldn’t take his eyes off the corrupted creature before him. Wow, this look is fucking hot, the bouncer thought to himself as he felt his heart beat increase in envious lust. I need to jump this dude’s bones. It must have taken forever to put all that makeup on. I wonder if he’s available. Stag was slightly shocked, amazed he could almost hear the man’s thoughts with ease. He smiled back at the man, enjoying the discovery of his newfound power. “Sick costume, bro,” the bouncer squeeked, his voice somewhat betraying his lack of confidence. Hearing himself catch in his throat, he cleared it once, and hocked a white goober to one side. “Sorry. That’s really sweet.” Stag locked eyes with the bouncer. “Thanks,” he growled. “You know,” the bouncer began in a playful voice, “zombies aren’t supposed to talk. Try to stay in character, it’s sexier that way.” The smirk indicated no malice behind the words, and Stag gave no reply. Instead, he answered the criticism with a toothy grin. The bouncer wasn’t expecting Stag’s costume to be so thorough, and his mouth opened slightly with awe. “This is killer. Do you mind if I get a pic? I’ve gotta show my roommate. He does makeup and special effects for drag performers, and he’d get such a kick out of this.” The bouncer was already taking out his phone, and turning on its camera. Stag nodded his head once, giving non-verbal permission, and came in close with the bouncer. Up went the phone, and with a press of the button, he now had a head and torso shot of the corrupted soldier in its memory bank. Then Stag stood by his side as the bouncer took a selfie of the two of them. “Thanks, man,” the bouncer said gratefully. “I ‘preciate it.” “App-preciate,” Stag corrected him in a growly voice. I should just spit on this fag and let myself in. Stag prepared to launch a volley of the neutralizing saliva, but stopped short of the act. Nope, can’t do that. Too many witnesses. It can wait. They’re all doomed, anyway. Stag showed admirable restraint and swallowed it back down when he returned to the front of the line. “You with your boyfriend tonight?” Stag looked back at the bouncer, staring daggers at him. He was still uncomfortable with the idea that he was gay, after years of protestation and repression, but after his orgy with his squad and forming a plan to violate someone he once crushed on, he decided he had better start accepting it and getting comfortable with the idea. ‘Boyfriend’ sounded strange to his ears, like a word meant for someone else. He shook his head once, again giving no verbal reply. “Ah, single, then?” Stag nodded once. “If you don’t score tonight, what say you and me take a little trip to hell afterwards?” Stag raised an eyebrow with interest. Stag grinned again. When he finds out what I am, hoo boy, he’s gonna regret those words. He blinked once, and then remembered. No! Stay focused. Your quarry is inside. HE’S the one you want. “We’ll see,” Stag answered, non-commitally shrugging his sculpted shoulders. No! an intruding voice commanded. He wants it - give it to him. Infect them all! Stag just felt like he had been caught cutting class. Sorry, Alpha. There will be time for both. You better remember our deal, the voice warned. Just then, the bouncer opened the velvet rope and unbarred the door, gently motioning for Stag to enter with the other revellers in the line behind him. “You five are next. Have a good night!” As Stag passed him, the bouncer winked at him flirtatously. Stag forgot the bouncer as soon as they were apart. —---- Interior of InfraRED. 20:30 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. “Great costume, stud! Let me buy you a drink.” Stag had heard this line four times by now, and was no more invested than he was on its first three offers. This time, it came from a little twink who was dressed as the Good Witch in an off-pink tule gown, complete with a star-shaped magic wand and glittering tiara. Stag waved the offer away. “Not interested.” The Good Witch looked puzzled, but tried to entice him by tapping the wand to Stag’s forehead gently. “I want you to be changed for good.” Stag frowned at this deliberately silly act. “Oh, sister, I have been changed. For good. There’s no going back. Piss off before I drop a house on you. You don’t deserve what I have to offer.” The Good Witch looked things unutterable at him in great offense, then turned back to the bar. She silently took her glass, swallowed its entire contents, and replaced the glass on the bar. Stag was looking in the opposite direction when the Good Witch said in a surprisingly masculine voice, “Fuck you, asshole. Guys like you should be eaten by other zombies,” and stormed off. Stag walked away from the bar and toward the dance floor. As the EDM continued to pulse through the club, and the room swarmed with writhing bodies, Stag forced himself to stand in one place and scan the room. His wild appearance had drawn a great deal of attention, and Stag brushed it all off completely, sometimes with a joke, other times with his usual outright asshole remarks. After a few seconds, he beheld his intended victim, cluelessly dancing away on a gogo box. There he is. Beautiful and massive as ever. I’m going to give him such a surprise, and he’ll never see it coming. Like any good predator, Stag just observed the dancer. Watching with devious eyes and a wayward heart. Watching for any weakness, any opening that would give him a signal to act, Stag invented a number of schemes to trap his prey. His blackened eyes never left the muscular dancer. —------ As Spencer continued his gyrations, he suddenly felt like something wasn’t quite right with the world. The music shifted to something that had no percussion track in its first minute, and he momentarily lost the beat. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and then felt a familiar urge. Spencer climbed down from his gogo box, and making sure to swing his hips a little as he walked, he went in the direction of the bathroom. Stag noticed the exit instantly. Recognizing it as his opportunity, he followed Spencer at a distance. As Spencer entered the bathroom, he paid no attention to the skeleton man and the Jedi man making out just inside the doorway. The room smelled of piss and stale pizza and bleach, all mixed into one foul concoction. The stalls, though in good condition, were a covert invitation to gloryhole sex, and Spencer was working, so he went to the trough on the far right wall. Looking down, he observed that it was again filled with ice, sending up a chill that made him frown. Why the fuck do they do this? No one wants to drink piss on the rocks. Then he amended his thought. Well, maybe. Some pig somewhere must like that. Spencer extracted his eye-popping dick from his underwear, and began to relieve himself just as Stag came into the bathroom. The costumed couple left without a word, and Stag was grateful to them for the privacy he would need. Spencer continued his stream, but was getting annoyed that he had filled his bladder, and now couldn’t finish pissing fast enough. Come on, dammit. Every minute I’m in here is a minute I’m not getting cash. Hurry up! He closed his eyes in frustration, hoping a little concentration would force the remaining urine out. Stag silently positioned himself to stand directly behind Spencer, who was completely unaware of someone behind him. He grinned devilishly, savoring the moment. The last drops of piss finally left him, and Spencer lightly sighed with relief. He let the waistband of the underwear snap back to his hips, and made to turn around when something wet and sticky hit his face. “The…! The fuck is this…?!”, he exclaimed, his vision suddenly hazy. Before he could be fully sedated, he equated the view to looking through a window where the rain was so hard you couldn’t see through the running water. Stag spat at Spencer a second time, and the dancer was down for the count in seconds. —------- As Spencer started to come out of the fog, he was aware of a grinding sensation on his lower body. It felt familiar and good, and as he slowly came to the surface of his consciousness, he was also aware of the feeling of cold concrete underneath him, and the muffled sound of the thumping bass in the next room. On my back… Did I fall? The grinding sensation continued, and Spencer felt a comfortable warmth to contrast the hardness of the floor. The room smelled different. Gone were the acrid scents of the bathroom, and replaced with light dust and metal and something he could only describe as a deep red smell. Something masculine. Something rich and bold, not unlike the scents of whisky and tobacco and leather and man musk, all rolled into one. Stickiness was also registering in his mind, but he gave no thought to its source. There was also a weight on top of him, and his feet were elevated in a position he would never find himself in except during… Oh shit… He slowly opened his eyes, and what met his view was not something he expected. Something was fucking him and holding him down with both hands. Something with chemically-formed muscles, and a gargantuan dick, and it showed no signs of slowing down. Stag had dragged the comatose Spencer to the dressing room unobserved by others in the nightclub. No time was wasted in removing what little clothing Spencer had been wearing, and with another dose of spit on the dancer’s hole, he had got to work quickly. Now Spencer was starting to wake up. Neither of them was aware of how much time had passed. “W..What in the absolute fuck are you?” Spencer exclaimed, barely able to get the words out. Stag bared his teeth as he smiled wickedly while continuing to thrust his toxic dick into his victim. “What the hell are you doing to me?”, he demanded next. “Shhh, Spencer,” Stag cooed, “you’re just having a dream. Go back to sleep.” He stroked the man’s skull gently with one clawed hand, as if soothing a child that just woke from a nightmare. “Hhhhhow the fffffffuck… do you know… my name?” Awareness was settling in, and Spencer felt real fear for the first time in his life. To Spencer’s mind, his assailant was a mix between a bull and a man with the features of neither, save for the meaty cock that was tearing his hole apart. An unnaturally dark-skinned man with horns on his head and claws for hands was raping him in his nightclub. He didn’t understand the black eyes or the venomous teeth, or why both had liquid black streaming from those orifices. Nothing about this costume makes sense. “You fell off your gogo box, and hit your head,” Stag continued. “I’m just making you feel good, and giving you a little upgrade as a bonus.” Spencer became aware he was completely naked, save for his baby blue shoes, now elevated above his head, his shoulders pinned against the floor. He raised his head enough to see Stag’s girthy dick, and quickly determined that this was, in fact, not a dream. “No! Stop!” Spencer managed to yell. “Get off me!” “Take it, bitch,” Stag growled without missing a beat or a thrust. “Am I good enough for you now, Spence?” The words had a venomous bite to them, and Stag clearly intended to hurt his victim both physically and verbally. Spencer couldn’t connect the dots, the punishing thrusts of Stag’s infected cock clouding all coherent thought. Spencer never imagined he’d be a rape victim. But the powerful physique captivated his interest, and overrode his morality meter. When his head finally cleared, he was impressed by the bulging muscles of his rapist, and the black veins pushing against the surface of his skin. Stag was sweating like a pig, and thrusting harder with every minute. Spencer gradually became less resistant to the intrusion and the violation of his body, but his rational mind kept invading the moment. This guy seems to know me. Do I know him? Why are you letting this happen, Spence? This is a monster, a demon, and you’re enjoying having sex with it? Are you fucking crazy? HOOOOOOLY FUCK ON A STICK THAT’S HUGE! Stag had withdrawn himself fully, and then penetrated Spencer’s hole with his engorgement with great force. Spencer cried out. Stag licked Spencer’s face with his forked tongue. Spencer saw it coming at him. That’s funny. A tongue like a snake. That’s kinda cool. The chemicals in the saliva worked quickly, and Spencer began to relax again. Ah, that’s the stuff. Like… poppers? How did he do that? With his victim properly sedated just enough to keep him quiet, Stag resumed the infection process. During the first few thrusts, Spencer’s mind was all over the place: he experienced fear, great lust, excitement, and joyous sensations that didn’t match anything he had felt in his entire life. He’d have one hell of a story to tell in the morning. But there was the other side of it - the very act was terrifying, but so erotic and seductive, and beyond all his previous experiences. He thought for sure he was going to die from all the sensations and the terrible pain in his rectum and balls and prostate. That’s it, he thought. I’m done for. Goodbye, perfect body, goodbye perfect health, hello oblivion. But I swear I know this guy. Why can’t I remember? Between the assault on his sexual organs and how quickly this escalated, Spencer couldn’t get his brain to work. A strange yet familiar voice rattled through his head. No thoughts. Just focus on my cock. Stag fucked Spencer without mercy - Stag knew what he was capable of, and he needed a partner who could match his sex drive while already having a great physical headstart. The white hot pain was intense, and Spencer began to have second thoughts. His hands trembled as he tried to push himself upright, panic flooding in fast and unfiltered. His thighs hurt, his back scraped against the cold concrete, and Stag’s massive body loomed above him— black skin catching the light like wet latex. Spencer shoved at his chest. “S-stop— just stop— This is wrong. I don’t want this after all.” Stag didn’t budge. His grip tightened reflexively, overpowering Spencer without effort. The instinct was pure dominance—brutal, unquestioning, physical. He mentally began to try and force Spencer to stay, feeling like with just enough force, he could make Spencer do whatever he wanted with just a thought. Suddenly, Spencer let out a scream as he felt like a vice was squeezing his brain, a small trickle of blood flowing out of his nose. A flood of images slammed into his mind, with what he could swear was his ex’s voice echoing inside his head on repeat. Spencer gasped, tears beginning to flow down his face as fear began overtaking confusion. “STOP! IT HURTS! Get off— please— you’re hurting—” The words and mental feedback hit Stag harder than the physical resistance. His brow furrowed for a fraction of a second, like a wild animal momentarily recognizing it had bitten too deep. The growl in his throat weakened, replaced by something almost conflicted. His thrusts gradually slowed. He stared down at Spencer, lips parted, nostrils flaring. Then the guilt hit—blunt and uncomfortable. This wasn’t how he had imagined this going. Not with screaming. Not with terror. He was supposed to want the gift. Crave it. Break open willingly. And Spencer—Spencer was someone he had cared for before. Stag exhaled slowly, releasing the pressure without pulling away entirely. He shifted his weight so Spencer could breathe again, his hands flattening against the floor beside him instead of pinning his arms. When he spoke, it wasn’t aloud. It slid into Spencer’s skull like heat poured behind the eyes. Babe. You always wanted more than this. Spencer blinked hard, confusion warring with pain and adrenaline. Stag’s voice felt like memory rather than words, flooding synapses directly. Images flickered—unbidden, sharp: Spencer in the mirror, flexing his arms. Always complaining about needing more definition. Countless Google searches for “muscle growth cycle”. Stag walking in and hearing him whispering to himself, “Someday I’ll look like that.” Spencer’s breath hitched. “Stop—don’t— I didn’t say—” He shoved at Stag again, weaker this time. The mental pressure increased—not painful this time, but warm, insidious, sliding beneath the fear like oil. You wanted to be bigger. Stronger. Admired. You wanted everyone to stop and look. More images flooded in: Strip lights illuminating sculpted abs. Hands grabbing him at the club, not for pity flirts but hunger. Stage tips piling up. Cameras pointed at him. The struggle to walk through a doorway without getting hit on either side. Strangers staring in awe in public places. Spencer whimpered, overwhelmed. “That doesn’t mean I want—” Stag leaned closer, his voice now both in Spencer’s mind and in his breath against Spencer’s cheek. “We both know you wanted to be transformed. This is so much better and easier than all those rounds of steroids and bulking and cutting. I’m giving you exactly what you always wanted. Just trust me for once.” The fight faded from Spencer’s limbs. Not because he accepted, but because the promise wrapped itself around his desire like wire—tight, clever, exact. Stag’s guilt softened into confidence. He changed tactics completely. Instead of forcing Spencer down, he slid a hand to the back of Spencer’s head, not to hold him still but to steady him—an anchor rather than a restraint. “I could break you,” Stag murmured, sounding almost apologetic. “I can feel it. Just a hard enough squeeze and you’d be nothing but a mindless meat puppet. But that would ruin what I’m giving you. What I want for both of us to share.” Spencer swallowed hard, adrenaline fading into tremors. “What… what are you giving me?” Stag smiled, slow and certain. Everything you wished you could become. He fed images of Spencer’s skin turning black and shiny, muscles growing upon muscles, just like all the pictures Stag had found in the browser history on Spencer’s laptop when they were dating. His cock turning massive, balls becoming huge like a bull. Being able to shoot neverending streams of black foul cum out of his cock with ease. A proverbial sex demon. Outside, the crowd screamed at a bass drop. Inside, Spencer’s last attempt to crawl away dissolved into something breathless and hungry as Stag let the imagery grow richer, deeper, irresistible: Veins rising under skin, biceps thickening, chest and back growing ever wider. Dancers staring instead of ignoring, photographers chasing him eager to get another shot of his massive muscular body. Crowds chanting his name. A glass case filled with physique trophies. And the impalement of the hottest men in the world with his freakishly large dick. Stag fed Spencer one last image: an oily pair of discarded posing trunks with a large circular button pinned to the waistband, bearing the number 7. Next to them, a hastily-removed pair of combat boots, a half-filled bottle of wine, and a single red rose. Spencer needed no explanation for what that meant. His tears dried. His shaking stilled. He reached for the monster above without realizing he had done it. And began to push his ass back, moaning. Now he understood. This was truly a gift. Stag smiled as he felt the mental changes take root inside Spencer’s head. Things would go much smoother now. And with that, the conversion truly began. It had been so long since Spencer had sex with anyone and actually enjoyed it. The surprise hookup and incredible violation of this person battled in his heart, and lust won out. Spencer grabbed Stag by the horns and stared into his abyssal eyes, getting more into the sex than was probably safe. Screw it - let him keep going. This… this is too good. I’ll complain later. Good thing tomorrow isn’t legs day, or I’d be walking funny. Oh, God, I swear he’s in my second hole. Even my toys at home aren’t this big. Stag's jackhammering cock was tearing Spencer's hole apart, but neither of them cared. Spencer’s breath came shorter and shorter, his eyes rolled back in his head more than a couple times, and what began as hate sex and rape turned to a full-on glorious rectal assault that he didn’t want to end. Stag suddenly stopped his thrusting, and abruptly withdrew himself from Spencer again, and stayed out this time. Both men lay gasping, and Spencer’s vision was hazy. The sedating effect of the spit had long worn off, but the mental coercion had done its part, leaving Spencer wanting more. Spencer stared at the ceiling, gasping for air. Stag pulled down hard on his own scrotum, his hand acting as a cockring, and preventing his load from blowing prematurely. “Why… why did you stop? Did you cum?” Spencer asked, almost breathless. He could already feel the corruption spreading inside him while Stag took a break. “No, I’m too close,” Stag answered him. “Good,” Spencer answered, surprising himself. “I want to keep going. I need you to load me up.” Stag only smirked without looking at Spencer. I can feel it working in him already. He’ll be a fucking monster with all that mass, and what I’m giving him on top of it. But let’s savor the moment. Ten bucks says he’ll thank me in the morning. Spencer’s vision cleared enough for him to give another glance to his breeder. “This is driving me crazy. I have to know - do we know each other?” Stag smirked lightly. “You don’t remember? Think carefully, Spence. You really don’t recognize the sound of my voice in your head?” Try as he might, the name wouldn’t come to him, and Stag’s appearance had changed so much that he couldn’t possibly be recognized by someone Spencer hadn’t thought of in a long time. Out of sight really was out of mind. He had nothing to go on to even guess. After a minute of pondering, he had to admit it. “No clue.” “It’s Bryce. The army guy you decided wasn’t good enough for you, so you just threw him away like an old cum rag.” Spencer raised his head slightly in disbelief, and stared directly at Stag, trying to see the man that he rejected so harshly. “Holy shit… No fucking way!” “Oh, yes fucking way. I’ve been upgraded, and I wanted to show you my improvements,” Stag said wickedly. He sat up, and spread his arms out widely so Spencer could see everything. Spencer was in awe of the creature before him. He remembered someone too lanky and lean with a penchant for asshole behavior. And he couldn’t abide his smoking habit, either. It couldn’t possibly be the same guy. His skin wasn’t this color, and he had none of these body mods, especially not the meat on his bones. He would never have worked so hard to look like this and get me turned on. Way too self-centered. Did he do all this just for me? Spencer couldn’t give voice to his thoughts. The memory and the present reality were just too juxtaposed. But the sex so far had been mindblowing. Spencer had never been fucked like that before, and he was discomfited to realize he needed more from the mutated Bryce. While Spencer processed this, Stag could already see the corruption taking hold in the massive dancer. His toxic precum was working its magic, and Spencer’s skin had a different glow to it. The ice blue eyes were darkening, but still bore traces of the whites, and what little body fat Spencer carried was already starting to burn away. It will be a slow infection, but it’ll hit him hard when I fully empty my balls. Stag crawled back toward Spencer, ready to begin another round. “I will get you there, and I’ll be by your side for all of it. You deserve it. Now raise your legs back up. Time’s a-wasting.” Spencer could only comply, tempted with the prospect of getting bigger, and the hunger for the demon’s cock. He…yes. This. I think this is what I wanted to look like all this time. Why settle for what I am when I can evolve into something better? The temptation to exceed his potential outweighed any negatives, and with that, Spencer’s fate was sealed. “Take it easy this time, okay?” Spencer asked in a light voice. Get big, or die trying, right? Those were his last thoughts before he surrendered to Stag completely.

I like an old school Rock Hudson. I think he was a big ole bottom though. We probably wouldn’t have been a match. Lol

So, it’s obvious that the majority of the mentioned men are from the USA, or from the Anglo-Saxon world. However, let me draw your attention to my small nation, the Hungarians. We have a young stan-up comedian, Peter Elek. He lives close to me, and I saw him a few times, once right after he had come from the gym. Have a look at him. Isn’t he hot as fuck? Although he’s straight I would give anything for being fucked by him. For more photos check this link: [think before following links] https://nuheadzmanagement.com/elek-peti/

Thanks to Breedingzone, I've slowly become more accepting of my need to give Men pleasure in every way I can. This site especially helped my desire to be an anon hotel cumdump. Reading & stroking to your stories helped me find the courage to visit my first gloryhole years ago, and much more. Thanks to all of you who post, I finally lived one of my fantasies in Nashville Monday night. As luck would have it, work was having an event there in Music City Tuesday & Wednesday. Well, why not go Monday, get my own hotel away from everyone, and put my soft, cushy fat ass up for tops to breed? While I've had a few random hookups, its less than 20 in my 53 years of age. After reading so many of your hot AF stories about this kind of scene and of course all the bb cumdump porn I could find, I wanted to be an anon bb slut for once myself. Searching online, the Comfort Inn located near Downtown seemed perfect. Inspired from all your wonderfully perverted adventures, I made sure there was easy parking. I also verified via Google Maps that here were room doors accessible directly to the parking lot. I did have one impromptu inspiration of my own - sliding the room key between the door lock & jam to keep it push-open ready - but I digress. A quick Uber to a liquor store and pharmacy provided not only internal cleaning supplies but lube & vodka...both sexual and social lubricants. I prepped and put on my jockstrap. I posted on the apps.I threw a black t-shirt over the bedside light to darken the room nicely. Now I waited. Sniffies provided Cock 1, a decently in shape Latino who just wanted a blowjob. Well, I'm here to serve, so once I saw him located close & he messaged me as such I sent him the room & got on my knees just inside the doorway with my hands behind my back. It was hot as fuck watching the door push open without resistance... a stranger visiting a cumdump... and I was the cumdump. In stepped a early 30s 5"10 medium build Latino wearing what appeared to be mechanics clothes. He looked down at me with a smile as he kicked off his work boots, stripped off his jeans & boxers to step up and place his cock in my open mouth. Hot. I slowly began to suckle on his head, gently. Respectfully. Working my tongue. Getting it wet. Then relaxing my lips enough to slip maybe 1/4 inch more of his soft cock in my mouth. Slowly tightening. Gently suckling. Once it's nice and wet I repeat.. relax the lips but not break contact..slip a little more dick in... repeat. Lick. Suckle. Wet. Repeat. By the time I'm at 3 inches he's eleciting a moan and now fully hardened to 5" and saying "Fuuuuuuck" as he's fully engulfed in my mouth while I'm suckling like a calf on a teet. At this point, I begin to start sliding my mouth slowly up the length of his shaft now that it's fully hard and fairly slick. Working my tongue on the underside as I do. He's moaning and calling me a good cocksucker. I continue these slow strokes, twisting my head & mouth slowly in variable weaves that I'm sure all you cocksuckers know. He places a hand on the back of my head, starting to guide me. I moan to show my appreciation. He moans again from the vibrations of my own moans reverberating from my mouth onto his cock. At this point, I switch between the weaves and slow, inching-up-the-shaft suckling continue. This is simply how I suck cock, so for the next cocks we'll just call this The Technique(™️) to save time. Men seem to REALLY like it. 😊 Needless to say, after this kind of cock worshipping it was only a few more minutes until he pumped his Latino cum into my appreciative mouth. Back to the apps. About an hour later Cock 2, an early 20s black top wanted to fuck... so of course I gave him the location. Again, I waited on my knees. Again, it was hot as fuck watching the door swing open again. Sure enough... in stepped a stocky mid 20s guy who promptly stripped & stepped up to feed me his cock. Needless to say, I applied The Technique(™️) for about 5 minutes, enjoying his moans before breaking my grip & telling him it's time to fuck me. It's 5" and a little thick so I simply stood up, applied some lube to both of us, and got on the edge of the bed. He began to slowly push & pull a little at a time until... Fuuuuck... you gotta love feeling that moment your pussy finally gives in and accepts the cock. To help reach this, I began to back up slowly while forcing my hole to open. Damn that felt good. Together, we slowly worked that dick for about 5 minutes before I begged him to pound my cushy ass. Of course he complied, grabbing my hips and throwing the dick. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. This is what I needed. He pumped me like this for about another 4 minutes as I ground my pussy beck on that cock. before telling me he was going to cum. I quickly lowered my hips a bit which enabled me go from horizontal fucking to nowvmy pussy going up on his cock. Squeezing and milking as he pumped his cum in me. Fuck yeah. Back to the apps. Sniffies. Cock 3: Another 20s black cock wanting to fuck. Back to the position. He's wearing a security uniform. Jackpot. With my hands behind my back again I say "I'm truly sorry officer. Please. I'll do anything you say to not get in trouble for this. Anything. " He chuckles as he gets naked, but he doesn't know I Just determined to show this man RESPECT. So, before applying The Technique™️ I slowly start to lick my way up and down the shaft.. working my way around the circumference and underside.. again hands behind my back. I start to say things like "Thank you for giving me a chance, officer. I promise I'll show you I'll do as I'm told" & Please, don't tell my family what I did, Sir". Now I lick his balls thoroughly before applying The Technique(™️)... but even MORE respectfully. More appreciative moans. More suckling of this hard black cock. It's 6 and decent thickness as he grabs my hair and starts to fuck my mouth. Yes, Sir! I'm doing my best to moan as he's thrusting my mouth full of young dick. I'm loving it, and from his occassional "Fuck yeahs", he is too. He holds his cock down my throat. I suckle hard. Long. Like 3 minutes with my mouth full of dick. He slides out and I tell him it's time to fuck. Climbing on the bed, he's able to slide in easier and we get right to fucking. He's grabbing my hips, I'm working my pussy back on him. He's thrusting. I'm gripping. "Fuck officer, thank you Sir. I told you I would be a good boy for you, Sir". He grabs my hair and thrusts harder and squirts his cum in me. So. Fucking. Hot. At this point. It's 1am an time to call it as In did have work to get to in the morning. As I laid there, stroking my cock through my jock thinking about what a cumdump I just was, I felt proud (with the cum that just now slowly began to leak from me). Finally. Thanks for reading about my first cumdump experience, and especially thanks to all you sexy perverts for sharing your hot AF stories! You never know who or what you're inspiring. I'm cumming to Salt Lake City February 4th -7th, and looking for my first experience with BDSM and gangbangs. If you live in the area, maybe you'd like to help show me... or at least experience The Technique(™️) and fuck me as well.

More and more I’m thinking, I should have some first hand knowledge of this place. You say they’re not the cutest, but I can’t think of anything more attractive about a man than seeing him drop his pants as he approaches because his cock is hard and his nuts full of cum seeking release. That’s much more important than cute tome, any hour of the day.

Chapter 6 – All Things Must End Chapters 1 through 5 tell about my friend, Zak, setting up an abduction scene for me. I was blindfolded, stripped, and driven to an unknown location. There, I was thrown into a sling and had my ass expertly worked over. Zak is not ready to fist me while another stud fists Zak. Zak attacked my ass from a standing position so that the hairy guy could have easy access to his hole while he fisted me. He played around with my ass while the guy behind him worked his ass over. I could see how pleased he was to get his hole worked over and heard him grunt as the guy’s fist penetrated his hole. Zak let him work around in his ass before he returned attention to mine. Zak knows how I like it, but he had never played in my ass when it was this open and ready. He usually slides his hand in just past the wrist while twisting around, but my greedy hole swallowed his hand and pulled it into my ass. He looked up at me as his hand slid deeper and deeper into my ass. Obviously, he was also distracted by what was going on in his ass, so I figured I'd use his arm as my fuck toy. I hooked my feet around the uprights of the sling and started to work my body back and forth on his hand. He stood there, feeding me his fist while he was getting his ass worked over by the guy behind him. I stopped my movements, leaving him deep inside me, and reached for the poppers. Zak smiled at me as I uncapped the brown bottle. This time, they weren’t for me but were for him. I leaned down (fuck, that moved his hand thrillingly inside me!) and held one nostril closed while I put the bottle under his nose. One hit in each nostril, then a final snort through his open mouth, and he would be flying. I capped the bottle and laid back in the sling, ready to see Zak go ass crazy. The guy fisting him knew what to do once the poppers hit. He began to really work Zak’s hole. I could see Zak rocking back and forth as the guy delved deep into Zak’s ass. Of course, that movement caused a corresponding movement of the hand Zak had embedded in me. Zak then started to ride the guy’s fist. I could see that guy grinning up at me as Zak moved his body on the guy’s fist and kept working his hand in my ass too. We were all enjoying the ride. I looked over and saw the older guy was fucking the shaved guy while sucking the smooth young guy’s cock. We all had something going on with our cocks, asses, or mouths. This gave me an idea, which I proposed to the others. I wanted to do a fisting circle, where we were all fisting and getting fisted at the same time. It’d require some coordination, but it would be a lot of fun trying even if we didn’t succeed in making it happen. My ass was plugged with a toy, as was Zak’s. No need to waste our gapes. Then we started opening the other guys up. I went for the hairy guy who had been fisting Zak. Hairy asses are a favorite of mine, and I knew I’d enjoy it. The shaved guy told us that he was well opened from the fucking, and he started working over the guy who had been fucking him. That left Zak with the guy in his 30s. We played like this for a while. Poppers were snorted, and asses were opened. I really enjoyed shoving my paw into my guy’s hairy hole. It took some doing to get him opened up, but we made it happen. Once he was ready, I pulled my hand out of him, and we went over to the shaved guy, who was now embedded in the hairy guy’s ass. My guy slid his fist into the shaved guy's after a little bit of work. I guess he really was opened up from the fucking! I went in front of the guy being fisted by the shaved guy. He pulled the plug out of my ass and then slid his hairy hand inside. He had big hands, but they weren’t as big as the earlier guy. Soon, Zak and young guy joined us. At this point, we were fisting in a line. Zak, who was in the front, slid off the fist in him and moved to the back to fist the hairy guy. We played like this until our knees gave out and we all collapsed on the warehouse floor. It was covered in lube and sweat. This was going to be the end of the fun. The guy who owned the place sent us off to his bathroom, where we could shower up. They all got dressed, but my clothes were ruined from the abduction scene, so I rode back to Zak’s naked. He had some clothes there that I could wear home, but we first took a nap together to recover. I woke up when Zak’s cock was in my ass. He gave me a sweet load, then I dressed and drove home. It was an awesome night!

Most often, mine are pulled, twisted, stretched and slapped as I'm getting railed as a way to add another sharp sensation. Rarely is it done in a sensual way to me. I'm indifferent to the latter, they are not that sensitive. What I do love is getting hit missionary and getting my face pressed against his chest with a strong arm or being laid flat out and getting a sweaty facefull of man tit force fed to me.

Chapter 5 – I Can See it All Chapters 1 through 4 detail a time when I was taken, somewhat unwillingly, to an unknown location. I was blindfolded and put in a sling, where a few guys have played in my ass. I just took a huge fist from a hairy guy, and he finished me off by putting a butt plug in my ass. “OK, we’re gonna take the blindfold off.” The blindfold was removed. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust, but I saw five guys there, all naked or nearly so. Zak was there, grinning at me. There was a guy I’d put in his 30s, mostly smooth, with a nice, long, uncut cock. Another guy was probably in his 50s with a hairy chest and ass. His cock was shorter and thick. He might have been the one who fed me his load on the way here. Another guy was probably in his 50s too, with a nice, shaved body and cock. The last guy must have been the one who fisted me most recently. He was in his 40s, tall and covered in a pelt of fur. He had a thick beard and was in great shape. His arm hair was all matted down, and it glistened in the low light. We were in a warehouse-type building. Zak said that one of the guys owned a company that packaged organic herbs and spices, and this was his place. The sling was on a large mat, there was a sofa and some chairs scattered around, and a few other things, including a rim chair. They helped me out of the sling, and we walked over to the sofa. The younger guy picked up the bubbler and melted some T. He took a hit, then handed me the pipe and torch. I worked up a big cloud and sucked it down, then passed it on to another guy. We went around like this for a while, getting higher and higher as we did. The plug was still in my ass and, since I was slouching on the sofa, they could all see it embedded in my hole. “Get your ass in that rim chair.” I walked over to the rim seat and sat down. This was made with elastic straps instead of a toilet seat, so it helped to spread open my gaping hole. The shaved guy stepped behind me, pulled out the plug, and rubbed some more Slam Dunk up my ass. I heard him lubing up a toy too, which he placed on the floor under my ass. The head went into my ass just a bit, but I figured they’d want to see me take more of it. “Sit your ass down on this.” Bracing myself on the base of the chair, I pushed down on the straps to let more of my ass swallow the toy. At the same time, the guy was pushing it up into my ass. It started out at a normal thickness but progressed up from there. Then, I encountered the knot. “Get that knot in your ass.” I pushed out and down at the same time, feeling the knot expand my hole. When it popped in, more of the dildo followed, giving me another few inches deep in my guts. The feeling was awesome and only made better when the guy who put the dildo down for me reached up and started twisting and pulling it. Feeling the knot roll around in my ass was astounding. It was hitting all sorts of nerve endings, sending shivers up my spine. He would also pull it back so it almost came out before shoving it in again. With each new thrust, the toy went deeper and deeper into my ass. “Fuck, he has it in all the way to the base!” I felt proud that I could take the toy that deep. With all the drugs running through my body, my ass was relaxed and receptive to whatever they wanted to do with it. This guy worked the toy in my ass for a while, then Zak said that he had an idea. “I want you to ride my arm.” I watched as Zak lubed up his hand and arm. He slicked it up all the way to the elbow. I didn’t know if I could take all that, but we were about to find out. Once he was ready, the shaved guy pulled the dildo out of my ass. Feeling the knot pass through my hole got me more excited about riding Zak’s hand and arm. Zak rested his elbow under the rim chair, holding his hand straight up in the air for me. His hand was in a fist, so the initial penetration would be intense. I looked down into his eyes as I started to lower my ass onto his hand. First, I rubbed my hole all over his fist. This helped distribute the lube and also served as a good tease for both of us. When I was ready, I lowered my ass onto his waiting fist. Gravity was my friend and, with some minor adjustments to my position, I felt his fist begin to penetrate my ass. Right then, the shaved guy shoved the poppers under my nose. I paused on my descent to inhale the fumes, knowing that this would make the ride way more fun. Once they hit, I started sliding back down on Zak’s paw. He has fairly large hands, so the feelings were pretty intense. As my brain was spiraling, I kept moving my ass down onto Zak’s arm. He held it still, letting me control the speed and depth of the penetration. I sank as far down on Zak’s arm as I could. With his hand in a fist, he was unlikely to be able to navigate through the bend, but he made it feel amazing for me. As I bounced up and down, he was twisting and flexing his hand inside me. My strokes became larger until I was pulling up until his fist was almost all the way out of my ass before sliding as far down as possible. Again, the poppers were placed under my nose, and I took a deep inhale, ready to ride Zak’s arm for all it was worth. Fuck me, with the T, the poppers, the hot guys watching, and my sexy buddy Zak feeding me his fist, I was in heaven. First, I worked his fist deep, then twisted and maneuvered my body around. I was Zak’s hand puppet. The poppers made me focus all my attention on my ass and, on one of the downward strokes, I had a massive assgasm. The intensity of it made me stop moving with Zak’s fist embedded in my ass. He let me ride out the waves of pleasure and then started his own activities. Zak slid his hand back a bit and extended his fingers in front of his hand. In this position, he could go really deep. I sat on the rim seat with my ass wide open for his work and let him do his thing. He crawled through the curve in my ass, and I could see his fingers groping around through the hair on my belly. This was an amazing sensation and sight to see too. Zak worked me over, and I let him have his way with me. After a while, he decided that he wanted me back in the sling, so I rose up off his hand and walked over to the sling. Lube and ass juices were flowing down my legs since my hole was so open. I sat back in the sling, got my legs settled in the stirrups, and looked at Zak as he was lubing up his arms. “Someone should fist me while I’m fisting this pig,” Zak growled. The hairy-chested guy rose from where he was sitting and said, “I’ll take that on.”

Thursday 2:43 am “First load of the night, and many more to come.” “Your hole is damn near perfect, Drew. Look at how creamy my cock is after pulling out. Come clean it off.” Uncle Jack grabbed the back of Drew’s head and directed him back onto the cock that was just inside him. No hesitation from Drew as he takes Jack in his hand, admires how it looks, and then swallows him all the way down, gagging slightly from the size invading his throat. “Yeah, boy, milk the last drops and get it clean. Taste your sweet ass and my cum.” “Fuck, why does it taste so good?” “I know. It’s ‘cause you’re spun, baby. When the cum mixes inside, it makes it all extra tasty.” I watch Drew lovingly lap up Jack’s big cock. The boy is already dickmatized, and I can already tell he’s going to want Jack inside him all the time. That potent mix of cock, cum, and Tina will be imprinted in Drew’s head from here on out. Jack isn’t rock hard anymore, but his dick is still chubby and starting to get floppy, perfect for sliding down a boy’s throat. My dick is longer than Jack’s, but he’s got more girth, especially around the middle. It’s like it gets wider in that section, helping him to stay plugged inside a boy better. I start to massage Drew’s shoulder while I give Jack a deep, sloppy kiss. As I do this, Drew takes my own growing cock and swallows it as well, giving me goose bumps. Drew is riding that great line between high and horny. As much as I want to keep going, I tap Drew’s shoulder to get his attention. Knowing we have a few days means we can take our time, luxuriating in our sleaziness. Though compared to how things usually go, it’s pretty tame so far. Drew smiles at me as he massages his wrists. First time in restraints can be a bit rough, but it’s a great way to keep spun bottoms from constantly playing with their dicks. In the beginning, the bottom needs to focus on their pussy, making sure to get it wide and open so that they can get increasingly bigger dicks and hands. Probably not this time, but it would be good to put Drew’s dick in a cage. We love seeing a caged bottom leaking precum everywhere, or even cumming while he’s all locked up. Drew’s still hard even with all the drugs he’s taken–this boy is a natural. But it doesn’t matter even if at some point he starts to get Tina dick. The important thing is that we train his hole and get him spun this way to Tuesday. Plus, I love sucking on Tina dick. For some bottoms, their Tina dick can be extra sensitive. I also have a feeling that it’s going to turn Drew on to watch his daddy and uncle suck on his soft dick. Maybe he’ll be one of those chem bottoms that cums when they’re soft. It’s important to teach bottoms to not to feel shame about how their body responds. Soft, hard–it’s all fair game. We talk about loads and cumming, but it’s how we get there. We’ll milk Drew of his loads, but mainly for lubing up our own cocks. Nothing goes to waste. “Drew, let’s go into the kitchen and get you hydrated. Your Uncle Jack always has smoothies ready.” “Be sure to keep my load inside, Drew. Let it soak your insides.” I help Drew up and give his fat ass another smack. God, I love men’s asses. The way they’re shaped, the feel of them, parting them to see the hole, planting my face in them. I’m obsessed. Especially when it’s on a smooth bottom boy; it gets my engines revved. I take Drew’s hand and lead him to the kitchen. The fireplace is still going, giving the apartment a nice glow and warmth. As Jack gets the smoothies, I use the time to get to know Drew a little more. “So you started talking to Uncle Drew a month or two ago. Did you already know about partying? “Just from seeing some profiles, but then I started to look for videos online of guys partying and fucking bareback. It was such a turn on to see them. I don’t know what specifically turns me on, but I wanted to try it so badly. I just wasn’t sure how to go about it, and I wasn’t sure I could just trust anyone. So I’m glad I ran into Uncle Jack.” “And how about barebacking and taking loads?” “I’ve been into it ever since I first snuck on my brother’s computer and started looking at gay porn. I was only looking for videos with raw fucking. Or even better, videos where they start with condoms and then take them off. There’s something so sleazy about it.” “Yeah, it’s the only way for men to fuck other men and boys. It’s so fucking intimate and connected, sharing your seed. And especially if you’re poz, it really is a gift.” “That actually makes it even hotter for me. I don’t know where it comes from in my brain or why it turns me on so much, but all I know is that I want it. I need it.” “We’ll give it to you for sure, Drew. There’s no doubt about it.” “Here you go. One for you, Drew, and one for daddy. It’s just fruit and juice, nothing else. It’ll help you last longer, especially as we amp things up.” “It feels amazing to be inside you, baby. Your boy hole wrapped tight around my cock. Cheers.” “The feeling of my cock sliding into a boy for the first time is such a turn on. So smooth, eager, horny for it. Watching it stretch the hole tight, skin on skin, nothing between us. It’s the best.” Hearing that made Drew’s cock jump a little. I down my smoothie and step over to Drew to turn him around. I gently bend him over the counter, and using my right hand, I part his cheeks to get a better look at his hole. “You can keep drinking your smoothing, baby. I just want to see how your boy hole is doing.” I lift Drew’s right leg and put his knee up on the counter. He’s obscenely spread out in the kitchen, naked, and glistening. I can see a line of Jack’s cum dripping down his leg, and the lips of his hole are slightly swollen from being pounded for a few hours. There’s a sheen on his skin from sweat, spit, and lube. I take a finger and scoop up some of the cum from Drew’s inside thigh and lick it. “This is the best medicine, Drew. Your Uncle Jack’s charged load dripping down your leg, marking you.” “Lemme get a closer look.” Jack bends down and plants his face right between Drew’s ass, licking his hole. “Whoa! Your tongue’s cold from the smoothie.” “Yeah! It’s nice, right? Different sensations, changing things up, keeps your hole guessing.” If one of the other guys had walked in on this moment, they would have seen me and Jack on our knees licking every inch of Drew, leg up on the counter, hole exposed to the world. I watch Jack’s tongue lick up and down Drew’s inner thigh, tracing a line of spit from top to bottom. I focus my tongue on Drew’s swollen hole. I dip it in and keep it there, slowly opening it by moving my tongue in ever-growing circles. As I do this, some of Jack’s cum comes out, coating my lips and chin. Drew’s got both hands on the counter, gripping it tightly, sweet moans of pleasure coming from his mouth. In many ways, we’re worshipping this boy as much as we want him to worship us. Every fucking inch of him is ours this weekend, and we’re going to use him over and over and over again until he can’t walk straight. I tap Jack on the shoulder and look over to the fridge. It’s time for the Devil’s Dick. Jack’s got little bullet-shaped ice cubes made from all our cum, and in the middle of each bullet is a bump of Tina to make it extra special. We love sliding one into a boy, letting it melt, and watching them go wild. “Drew, your Uncle Jack has the next surprise for you. I want you to stay in this position. He’s going to get something from the freezer. It’s going to be cold, but it’ll get warm quickly inside your hole. It’s a bullet made of our cum and inside is more Tina. You’re not going to need any lube once this is inside you. All our cum will be lubing you up from the inside.” “Oh my God, that’s crazy. Cum from you guys?” “From us and the other guys you’ll meet this weekend. When we’re over hanging out, we’ll leave a deposit for Jack to freeze. He’s got these moulds that shape them into little bullets, so it’s easier to insert. Inside of each one is more Tina to get you hornier. Maybe we’ll milk you too and add your cum to the next batch. Would you like that?” “I would love that.” “Good boy, I love that you can’t say no to your daddy and uncle.” I stay down to get a close-up view of the cum bullet going inside Drew. I watch as Jack holds the frozen bullet in his hand before gently easing it up into Drew’s hole. The bullet quickly disappears as Jack eases in two fingers to push it up deep into Drew. As he does this, some of his own cum from earlier drips down to his hand. “Oh my God, it’s so cold. But it feels good!” Jack gives a big smile and brings his cum-covered hand to Drew to lick up and clean, which he does eagerly. “I took a bullet from the batch with the bigger dose of Tina. Drew seems to be holding up well.” “That’s ‘cause Drew’s a natural, Uncle Jack.” “He sure is. One of the best boys we’ve had in a long time.” “You can put your leg down now, Drew. I want you to head back into the bedroom, get on your hands and knees. You’re going to wait for us like that. We want the bullet to melt fully.” “Yes, daddy.” Jack and I watch as Drew quickly walks to the bedroom, his ass bouncing pertly. I see him sneak a feel of his hole and slide one of his fingers in there. Probably to make sure the bullet is pushed all the way up. “Make sure to keep that cum in there. And if you get any on your hand, push it back in or lick it up, Drew.” “Let’s give it a couple of minutes to melt fully, and the Tina to do its work. When do you want to slam him?” “Let’s do it when the guys get here. We can slam with him, but for now we can keep him spun with the pipes and booty bumps.” “What about the mask?” “Leave it out for now. Let’s use his mouth as well and make sure he can take our cocks down his throat. We’ll see how well he does with jerking off. No need to restrain him if he can keep his hand off his cock.” “I want to slide in him next, mix my cum with yours.” “Good deal. Let me get a pipe and we can smoke up while we’re waiting for the bullet to melt.” I quickly rinse the smoothie glasses and put them into the dishwasher as Jack walks back into the bedroom to get a pipe. All the guys are mindful of each other’s houses. We may be animals, but we’re not animals if you know what I mean. Jack walks back into the kitchen, pipe in hand, smiling. “What’s he doing in there?” “He’s a good boy. He’s on his knees, and got one of the pipes and is hitting it hard at the moment. I walked in just as he was blowing out a huge cloud.” Jack comes up close, and I play with his nip as he lights up the torch under the bulb. “I put some more in his pipe and this one.” “Mmm, good hit, Uncle Jack.” Jack then puts the pipe in my mouth and lights it up for me. I’m lazily playing with both our cocks in my left hand while I take a big hit myself. I lean in and give Jack a big shotgun. “Ready?” “Yeah.” We both walk back to the bedroom and see Drew on all fours. A pipe and torch on the bed next to him, clouds of Tina wafting about in the room. Without saying a word, I slide up to Drew and start rubbing my hard cock back and forth on his ass. Jack climbs over, gives Drew a quick kiss, then guides Drew’s mouth onto his own cock. I spit on his hole and gently poke it with the head of my cock. I do this for a few minutes, which drives Drew crazy. He’s shaking his ass trying to get my cock to slide all the way in. Meanwhile, Jack is slowly fucking Drew’s mouth. “Hot fucking pussy boy. Yeah, take my big cock in your mouth. Feel your daddy tease your boy hole ‘cause he’s going to slide into your cummy hole bareback.” I spit again on his hole for extra lube, even though I can already see the melted cum covering his ass lips every time the tip of my cock comes out. My whole body melts as I start sinking my cock inside him slowly, inch by inch. This time, both of us moan. “I’m almost all the way in, baby boy.” His hole hasn’t totally warmed up yet, but it doesn’t matter. I can feel my dick hitting something cold–the bullet. At the same time, the smell of potent cum all over the room. “Feel that, boy. That’s my daddy’s dick inside you, pushing that cum and Tina deeper. You’re going to get so high and spun, begging us to fuck you for hours.” All we can hear is Drew moaning even more. It’s hard to speak with a hard cock down your throat. I can see Jack holding Drew’s head steady so that he can’t get away from the face fucking. Jack’s not going fast, but he’s long dicking Drew’s mouth. As he pulls almost all the way out, I see his cock absolutely slathered in Drew’s spit. At this point, Jack tips Drew’s head up and looks directly into his eyes. “Oh yeah, your eyes are huge. You’re getting spun, boy.” Jack then proceeds to spit on Drew’s face, which Jack then smears all over with his right hand while holding Drew’s head still with his left. I start to earnestly slide my fat, raw cock in his hole. I watch as his ass lips grip my cock on the outstroke, some cum dripping out. “Damn, your cummy boy hole is made for this. Open up, Drew. We like it all loose and open, and if you’re really good, we’ll double fuck you later. Your daddy and Uncle Jack raw fucking your pussy.” With that, I can feel the grip on my cock ease up a little. I like the variation, and I like that he’s learning how to control his hole to open up, but tighten up when needed.” I want Drew to feel every inch of me inside, using his hole. “Feel that, Drew? I’m so hard inside you. We’re playing with your holes, baby. Our spun out toy to fuck and breed.” I get up on the bed too to change my angle of attack to get deeper inside him. I increase my pace and start to fuck him hard. I can hear him gagging from Jack’s cock, as he picks up his pace as well. He hasn’t touched his cock this entire time, which is a great sign. I plunge all the way down on him and reach over to feel his cock. He’s not totally hard, but he’s leaking precum. I love the way his cock is flapping back and forth as Jack and I use him. I can feel how creamy it is inside as his pussy gets warm from the friction of my raw cock fucking him hard. Without missing a beat, I feel Drew tighten his hole slightly on the outstroke, as if to keep me inside. This clench sets me over the edge, and I feel that yearning inside deep, the desire to breed this boy with my load, to not pull out. I grab hold of his hips so he can’t move, and keep my dick still inside him as I pump rope after rope of cum inside his pussy. I can feel him try to pull away, probably from instinct, but this small act of defiance turns me on even more. I move my right arm under him to keep him from escaping while I continue to pump my cum. “Fuck yeah, Drew. Take your daddy’s load!” At the same time, Jack pulls out of Drew’s mouth, and Drew lets out a huge moan. “Fuck, daddy, your cock feels so good! Please don’t pull out. Breed me, I want your load” With that, Jack gets up and bends down under us. I slowly pull my dick out, as rivulets of cum flow out of Drew and down his legs. Jack laps up the cum and then takes my cock in his mouth to clean it off. “Uncle Jack, do you want to come in my mouth?” “I’m good, Drew. Maybe later, but for now you’re going to get all our loads inside your amazing pussy.” Since Drew did so well, I think we’re going to try some time trials with the pipe next. See how much smoke he can take while I run a two or three-minute timer.

Chapter 1 – Friends Hey I’m Rich. I’m 18 years old and live with my best friend. We have a nice looking place to ourselves. Tanner family is rich so they pay for our apartment. I’ma student so I don’t really have that much disposable income. Luckily Tanner gets a monthly allowance that keeps us comfortable. Not that we need for anything, the bills and food are all part of the deal from his parents. They think we should be set up nicely while we get our education. So what do we spend our money on? That’s right, we party. We party hard. Molly, E, T, G, and occasionally even some H. Depends on how we are feeling at the time. Lately we’ve been partying a lot and the allowance is not cutting it anymore. I’m a gay vers twink white boy that has a few party friends that I can smoke and play with here and there. But unfortunately, Tanner has yet to find a straight equivalent. He has this girl he smokes out and fucks with, but she has gone sober and hasn’t returned his calls. This is unfortunately one of those weekends where we find ourselves broke and without any favors to keep the party going. We’re not like going through withdrawals but we are definitely feeling down without anything to put in our bodies. I’m sitting on the couch across from Tanner and we are brainstorming on how we can score some more pills or Tina. We go back and forth for a while until finally I tell him that I’m sorry. T: why? what for? R: I’m gonna call up and go hang with a guy that will smoke me out but it’s not your scene. Tanner asks why again. R: It’s a gay guy thing. You would be out of place and get uncomfortable if you came with me. Tanner ponders on it for a minute. He looks up at me as asks T: how uncomfortable. R: This guy like smoking out twinks like us. But he expects to see some clothes come off so he can admire the boy bodies. Tanner thinks it over some more. He counters with – T: So if I went with you, I’d have to like walk around in my underwear? R: For starters. This guy likes his boys naked. The more you party, the more he’ll want out of the deal. T: So I take it this isn’t a good scene for a straight guy. R: oh no, he loves him some straight guys walking around naked. He gets off on that. Lets him know that you are there just for the drugs. T: So I don’t see the problem. I’m very confident in my body. I walk around here in my underwear all the time. You don’t seem to have a problem with that either. Tanner snickered a bit. He knew that I was never really pervy over him. He was like a brother to me. T: So I get free drugs for showing off my goods. I think I can handle that. R: you think so huh? Well, the longer we stay there and the more we get high, the more he’s going to expect from one or both of us. T: and I am totally ok with you hooking up with this guy. I’m ok with seeing you get frisky with some dude. If the drugs are good enough, I might even be cool with him watching me jerk off. I’m very open minded like that. R: famous last words, bro. Okay, I’ll call him up. But there are a few things we need to go over first. T: okay, shoot. R: first, we have to be kind to our host. He’s sharing his shit with us and expects kindness and playfulness in return. He hates to be told no. second, don’t except anything while you’re alone with him or any other guys there. You know me and there are strength in the buddy system. You watch my back and I watch yours. Third, know your limit. The drugs will keep coming with more opportunities. You have to know what you are comfortable doing and what is off limits. The more you smoke, its assumed you wanna keep going. Fourth, know the lingo. What we do there, what we are doing is just “hanging out” and “getting comfortable”. We are not “partying”. This has a different meaning at this house. There “partying” or “being the party boy” means you’re the special entertainment for the night. You get what I’m saying, right? T: yeah yeah yeah, no “partying” unless I’m special for the night. R: I’m serious. That phrasing has special meaning there. It means you are totally down for whatever. No take backs. No do overs. It’s a verbal contract. You get me? T: okay. No partying at the homo house. I get it. just showing off my dick and maybe giving a jerk off show for the man. I know my limits. The question is, once you finally get to see my dick, will you be able to keep your hands off me. The boys both laugh up a storm. R: I’ll have to find it first. I don’t know if I have my magnifying glass with me. T: Ha ha asshole. R: not so fast. There is a fifth item to bring to your attention. The guy likes his boys smooth. I’m going to jump in the shower and shave where I need to shave. If you are coming with me, I suggest you go do the same. T: your kidding me? R: Nope, smooth as a baby’s ass. From the neck down. I don’t have much to shave off but you’ll have to shave off that peach fuzz on your chest and say goodbye to that nice happy trail. T: Damn, the things we have to do sometimes to get loaded. Chapter 2 – Meeting Gary Rich and Tanner drove over to the guy’s house. He lived relatively close. It was probably about a 15 minute drive from their place. The nervous couple walked up to the man’s house. R: okay this is your last chance to chicken out. We can still go home. T: no way man. I shaved my chest and pubes off for this. I’m getting something in my system. R: that’s the spirit. Rich rings the doorbell. They wait a few moments. The door handle begins to wiggle and the boys hold their breath. The door opens and a man appears in the doorway. He’s a white man that looks to be in his late 30’s, maybe early 40’s. He welcomes the pair and ushers them inside of the house. G: Hi guys. I’m Gary I’m glad that Rich decided to come back and chill with me. Hi Rich’s friend, glad to meet you. T: I’m Tanner, sir. Pleased to meet you. G: Good manners. I love that in a boy. Gary smiled as he looked up and down the boys. He had 2 good looking white boys at his disposal. He thought to himself – these boys are going to be fun. Especially the straight one. G: May I have your windbreaker jackets to put up? Thank you. Please follow me to the living room. The boys follow Gary to a nice open living room. There is a basketball game playing on the TV. There is a coffee table in front of the couch. It has a wooden box just sitting on it. G: Go on boys, sit down on the couch. I’ll go get us something to drink and we can all start to chill. Gary disappears from view and the boys sit there awkwardly. They patiently wait for their host. Gary reappears holding three cups of soda. He hands each of the boys a glass. G: Alright boys, here is a drink to help us start to Get along better. The three take a gulp of their respective sodas. The drink has the bitter taste of G that sticks in the mouth. Tanner took a second drink hoping the taste would balance out. He was wrong. G: oh before we down the drinks, I have some items to help us relax. Gary pulls out a baggie of pills. He takes out a few pills and hands them to the boys. Rich takes his immediately, but Tanner holds back a moment. Rich goes to Tanner’s ear. R: one’s a pill to get us hard. Take them already. They are fine. Tanner throws the pills into his mouth and gulps them down. He goes to Rich’s ear. T: what was the other one? R: just some ecstasy. It will be fine. Just drink up. The boys made some small talk with Gary while drinking their soda. Tanner was starting to wonder what if this was all a mistake, afterall, nothing was happening. Rich was deep in conversation with Gary. When both boys were finally done with their drink. This was the signal for Gary. G: hey boys, you know what would be great? If things got a little cloudy. Gary pulls out a glass pipe from his pocket. It’s preloaded with a solid puddle in the bowel. He takes out a torch and lights up. He blows out a cloud. And as he’s passing the pipe over to Rich, he says G: hey boys, go ahead and get comfortable. Mi casa es su casa. Rich kicks off his shoes and takes his hit. He blows out a fat cloud and passes it over to his friend. R: Watch out, this is good stuff. Really chemically tasting. Tanner followed suit and kicked his shoes off. They had planned ahead and not wore socks. They were barefoot. Tanner passes the pipe to the gracious host. Gary takes a small hit and pushes the bowl back to the boys. He tells them to finish it off. The boys oblige and get four good hits in each. Rich passes the empty pipe back to Gary. As Gary reaches into the wooden box on the coffee table and refills the pipe. He looks up at the boy and makes eye contact with Rich. R: Hey Gary, it sure is getting hot in here. Mind if I get more comfortable? G: No need to ask me boys. Get as comfortable as you want. Rich pulls off his shirt and looks Tanner in the eye as if saying “it’s time”. Tanner follows direction. Gary catches a glance at one of the boy’s underarms and notice it’s smooth. This makes his dick throb in his jeans. The pipe makes it’s way back over to the boys. They take a couple good rifts off the pipe before it was time to pulls their pants off. By now the Viagra was kicking in and the boys were starting to sport boners sitting there in their underwear. They were both sitting in their boxer briefs with nice looking tents in their fronts. Gary refilled the pipe again with a smirk on his face. He melted the shards and blew out his cloud. He pulls his pants off and throws off his shirt. His own dick is throbbing and trying to get out of his boxer shorts. He walks over and sits on the other side of Tanner. Tanner takes the pipe and blows his biggest cloud yet. Gary takes the pipe from Tanner. He stretches over Tanner to offer the pipe to Rich. While he pulls his hand back, he grazes Tanner’s chest. Tanner let’s out a nice little moan. The E was kicking in and starting to make the boys sweat. Gary knew their state and starts to roam Tanner’s torso with his hands. Rich takes his rip off the pipe and turns to watch the straight boy moaning at the touch of their host. Gary makes eye contact with Rich. Unspoken communication happens between the two guys. Rich goes into actions and starts to kiss on Tanner’s neck. He whispers in tanner’s ear. R: Is this okay, friend? Gary is playing with Tanner nipple with another hand on his stomach. More moans escape the straight twink. As soon as he whispers a “yes” from his mouth, Rich pulls Tanner into a nice long kiss. They start to make out. Gary’s hands sink under the boy’s waistband and touches the smooth mound before reaching the hard rod inside the boy’s underwear. Gary reaches down and plays with Tanner’s balls. This makes him make out with Rich with more intensity. Rich pulls off of Tanner’s face. He reaches down and pulls Gary’s hand out of his friend’s underwear. he places it down on the smooth inside of the thigh, just outside the underwear. R: Is this okay, friend? are we okay? T: yeah, this is okay. What happens here stays here though. R: just a couple of guys chillin with hard on’s. Speaking of which. Rich picked up his own hand and placed it on Tanner’s hard on. R: I was able to find it after all. The boys laugh and go back to making out. Gary continues to rub on the smooth boy. He goes from his inner thigh down one of his legs and back up to the thigh. He gets up and walks over to the other side of the couch be Rich. He places his hand on Rich’s thigh. This stops the boy from the make out session. G: How about we take this hang out to the jacuzzi?

💡📹📓 I consider myself pretty intelligent - it was today that I finally realized that ABS means "Adult Book Store" in the gay sex world. I contextually had determined it meant "video store" but...yeah... 💡📹📓

Chapter 4 – Those are Some Big Hands Chapters 1 through 3 tell of my “abduction” and removal to a warehouse in an unknown location. I’m in a sling with a blindfold on, spun out of my mind and have poppers on tap. A few guys have fisted me, but right now, my ass is filled with a big butt plug. Once again, I heard the torch, and then the bubbler was placed at my lips. I blew some clouds and shared them with some of the other guys. I was soaring from the T and knew the poppers were there when I wanted them. The plug was moved around in my ass. Someone used to fuck me, pulling it all the way and then shoving it back in. It was pulled out, and more of the Slam Dunk (or whatever it was) was worked back into my hole. My ass had to be gaping and sloppy now. A new hand was at my hole. He reached forward and used the straps on the sling to pull me onto his wrist. Damn, his hands were huge! Once it had popped into my ass, he let it rest there so I could get used to this new invasion. He started some small movements. Mostly, he was just twisting his hand around inside me, but I realized he was also drilling deeper into my ass. This guy had a massive hand, and I felt him rubbing against the walls as he progressed further into my guts. Of course, my prostate was getting a great amount of stimulation from this, and I was oozing out a nice stream of precum. He had gotten pretty far inside me when he started to pull back out. He moved slowly, letting me feel all the great sensations as his arm traversed my ass. When he was out, he told me that he was adding more lube to his arm. “You’re gonna want it well lubed.” Again, he put his hand at my hole and pulled me onto his arm. He stopped at the point where his hand was just inside my ass and told me to do some poppers. I oblingly took hold of the hose and put the nozzle up to my nose, taking a few deep breaths, holding the last in as long as possible. When I blew it out, my entire body was focused on my ass and what was happening there. While I had been huffing on the poppers, he had moved further into my ass. Once he saw that the poppers had taken over my body, he began a steady push to go deeper. I wasn’t sure how much of his huge hand I could take, but he was going to make me find out. He just kept pushing, slowly working his way deeper and deeper into me. I reached down and felt his arm as it was going into my ass. There wasn’t much of his forearm that wasn’t already inside me, and he kept slowly advancing. I could tell that his arm was thick and muscular and covered in fur. He seemed like my kind of guy, and I was glad to let him rule my ass. “Fuck, man, I am in this pig deep!” He had stopped his forward progress, but I realized how much of his paw had made it into my colon. I could feel him moving around inside me, with the smallest motions leading to massive tremors in my ass. This hairy, muscled stud was embedded in my ass and making me feel amazing. It was sexy and exciting to think. While he was still deep inside me, someone brought over the bubbler and had me blow a few more clouds. They enhanced the sensation and made me feel even piggier than I did before. I reached down and spread my ass open for him so that he could see how much of his arm had been swallowed by my ass. “OK, I’m gonna pull out.” He started to back out of my ass. The new infusion of T made this even more intense. I could feel his arm move through my ass, rubbing the walls. From his perspective, seeing the hair on his arm matted down with lube as it traveled out of my hairy hole must have been exciting. He took his time, driving back in a bit and even stopping at a few points. When he knew he was getting near the exit, he told me to do some poppers. I took one snort and held it in as he got to the widest part of his paw. My ass was on fire as he teased the stretch while I was soaring on the poppers. Then, he was out. A bigger butt plug was worked into my ass. It seemed like they were taking a break, so I lay back in the sling and relaxed for a while. I could flex my ass muscles to move the butt plug around, and played like that for a while.

Thursday Midnight Drew’s tied up on the bed, rolling deep. He looks good like this, his naked body fully on display. I size him up again: lean, smooth legs, and a faint treasure trail leading to his bush that I hadn’t noticed before. His cock is still hard from the G, and his eyes are slightly closed. I move my head closer and stick my tongue down his open mouth and start making out again. I get so hard from kissing like this, urgent, intimate, and insistent. Drew wakes up drowsily and begins to dance his tongue with mine. I cradle his face in my hands and spit a little into his mouth again, which Drew eagerly laps up. I’m enjoying his body’s reaction to the makeout session. I peek over to see his hard cock bobbing up and down, precum still leaking. I love how he’s submitting to our every whim. Little does he know we’re slowly pushing his limits to see how much this bottom boy can take. As Drew and I continue to make out slowly, Jack crouches down between Drew’s legs. He gives Drew’s cock a sloppy lick on the sides, making it jump even more, causing Drew to moan. Jack then reaches out to hold Drew’s cock up and licks the head, drawing a line of precum between his tongue and the slit. Drew takes a moment from making out with me to watch Jack playing with his cock. His gorgeous smile continues to egg us on. Jack swallows Drew’s cock to the base and keeps it down his throat, causing Drew to pull his restraints in pleasure, rattling the chains. I can hear Jack’s throat working on the hard cock for a couple of minutes. I’m eager to get the hair off Drew, but I can never say no to my friends slobbering on a bottom’s cock. Jack pulls up, eyes a bit watery, spit and precum around his mouth and cheeks. “Sorry, I can’t help myself. He looks too good tied up like this.” Drew can barely utter a word other than a few grunts and moans. Jack reaches for a dry towel and carefully wipes Drew off. He then takes another towel and dips it into the basin with warm water to wipe Drew’s cock, balls, and pubes. I then put a pillow under Drew’s head so he can watch what Jack is doing. I sit next to him, running my head through his hair and occasionally playing with his now perked up and sensitive nips. Drew turns his head to the side to look at my hard cock and sticks his tongue out for it. “I love that you’re hungry for cock, boy. You’ll get more than you can handle soon. For now, we want you just to relax, close your eyes if you want, but lie still while Uncle Jack shaves you.” Jack reaches for the electric clipper and, while carefully handling Drew’s cock, starts to buzz off all of his pubes. Jack is as meticulous as can be doing this. He’s such an expert, no hurry at all, hands still, even after all the Tina he’s smoked, and the G he drank earlier. Using the clipper, Jack takes off all of Drew’s pubes, from the sides of his cock, and his balls. After cleaning the hair off, Jack reaches for the can of shaving cream and slathers up Drew. Using a razor, Jack then goes on to shave Drew down to the skin, section by section, cleaning the razor in between before switching to a fresh one to work on Drew’s balls. As soon as Jack is satisfied with his work, he dips the small towel back into the warm water and slowly wipes off the remaining shaving cream. Drew’s cock is now slightly soft, but still leaking precum. He’s so primed up. “Cock’s done. Smooth and so beautiful. Let’s look at your hole, boy." Jack unlatches the ankle restraints and pushes up Drew’s legs to inspect his hole. “He’s pretty smooth already. Nothing to do except one thing, we need your hole even hungrier. “What are you going to do?” Without answering, Jack gets up and opens a drawer on a nearby side table. Inside is a silver tray with various pre-filled syringes. He grabs one without a needle and a small bottle of lube. I reach over to keep Drew’s legs up while Jack pours some lube on Drew’s smooth hole, and slowly starts to slide a finger in and out. “So nice and tight. Your smooth hole is gripping my finger, Drew. I’m going to get your hole open and craving cock and cum. You told me you’ve always wanted to do a booty bump. Well, it’s time you tried it for real.” Jack quickly noted Drew’s furrowed brow. “Don’t worry, you’ll love this. I dissolved some Tina in water earlier and prepared this, along with a few other things. I’m going to slide it inside and push the contents of this syringe into your ass. This is going to get your engines going again.” “Once Jack pushes that bump into your hole, there’s no going back. For however long we play, you’re going to keep our loads inside you.” I take a beat before asking my next question. Jack nods, knowing precisely what I’m going to ask. “Are you neg, Drew?” “Yes.” “That’s going to change by the end of this weekend. Are you sure you know what you want?” “Yes.” “Say it.” “I want to get fucked bareback and take all your loads. I don’t care if you’re neg or poz, I want it inside me. I want you to breed me, keep me high, control me with chems, train me to take care of you and your friends.” “That’s right, you’re going to get pozzed and high this weekend, Drew. Same way Jack and I were, with charged loads while we were high off our asses. Not all of us are poz, but it doesn’t matter; enough of us are. We’re going to mix it all up. All our loads are going inside you, coating every inch of your hole.” As soon as I say that, Jack takes the syringe and slides it into Drew, slowly pushing the plunger. “It’ll feel a little cold at first, but remember to let it soak in. In a moment, you’re going to feel a tinge of warmth in your hole, and then it will start to radiate throughout your body. I’m going to hold your legs up, and in a minute, Uncle Jack is going to slide his thick, meaty cock inside you for the first time, and it’s going to change your world. You’re not going to feel any pain or any shame, Drew. From this point on, you’re going to crave raw dick.” And on cue, Jack puts the now-empty syringe back on the silver tray, grabs one of the pipes and torches we brought in earlier, and gets between Drew’s legs and points his cock at Drew’s hole. I change positions so I can keep Drew’s legs up and can watch Jack fuck Drew for the first time. I spit on Jack’s cock to lube it up and watch him put the head just inside the hole. "Oh my God, you're inside me!" “How are you feeling?” “My heart is starting to race again, and I feel more awake. Please, please more. Please poz me up!” “Can you feel the head of Uncle Jack’s cock? He’s going to keep it there for a few seconds, pumping some precum to lube you up even more. There’s no condom there, Drew. Skin on skin, like how it’s meant to be,” Jack gives me a look of pure pleasure. I know he wants to slide all the way in so badly, but we know that taking our time opening up Drew is the best course of action. Teasing Drew open like this will make him ready for hours of pounding, but also hungrier and hungrier to take raw dick. While the head of his cock is inside Drew, Jack reaches for the pipe and torch. “Yeah, Uncle Jack is going to get spun and twisted, just like you will be soon.” Jack then takes a big hit from the pipe while Drew watches him intently. Jack is so freaking sexy between this boy’s legs. He slowly draws in that Tina, before letting it flow out like covering us in clouds. He then takes another big draw from the pipe and leans over to me to give me the smoke. From the corner of my eye, I see Drew watching us eagerly, hungry for it. I then move over to Drew and blow the smoke into his lungs, while at the same time, Jack slides more of his big cock inside. Drew starts to pull at his restraints as Jack bottoms out, his full length entirely inside Drew. “It’s so big and feels so good. I want your poz sperm inside me, Uncle Jack. Please.” I watch mesmerised as Jack slowly fucks him, ecstasy on both their faces. Jack spits on Drew’s hole, lubing it up some more. He then reaches down to touch where his cock meets the hole, feeling it as it goes in and out. Drawing his fingers to open Drew’s hole open some more while Jack varies his pace. “God, I love being inside a chemmed up pussy boy. That’s what you are, Drew. You’re our chemmed up boy. I love that you begged and begged me to teach you how to use chems, and then told me that you wanted to be charged up. We love a boy who knows what he wants. We’re going to get you opened up and gaping.” Jack then takes Drew’s hard cock in his hand and starts to pump it slowly, which makes Drew buck his hips up and down, tightening his hole’s grip on Jack's raw cock. I’m sure his body is on fire with pleasure, with the sweet dreamy sensation of the G switching over to an amped-up vibe courtesy of the booty bump. The restraints make it so that he’s not jerking himself off. He’ll have plenty of time to play with himself, but for now, his cock is ours while we dominate his boy hole. Jack looks over to me and says, “I’ll hold his legs. I think Drew needs more Tina and then his daddy’s cock in his mouth.” With that, I grab another one of the loaded pipes and put it into Drew's mouth. “Go ahead, keep taking that smoke in until I tell you to stop. Keep going, Drew. You’re getting behind, c’mon, gotta keep inhaling that smoke fast.” I watch as Drew eagerly takes in the smoke without stopping, trying to inhale as I light up the torch three times. He can’t hold it all in, so it’s billowing out in thick clouds from his mouth at the same time as he’s trying to inhale. Kid’s going to be flying. I then move up and slide my cock in his mouth for him to suck on, even while the last of the smoke in his lungs comes out. “Mmm, that’s it, baby. We love a spun bottom boy. Suck daddy’s poz cock while we feed you the pipe, and as your Uncle Jack bare fucks your hole, pushing that booty bump deeper.” “Jack, how’s he opening up?” “Amazing. His hole was made for cock. It’s so smooth and responsive. I can feel him gripping my cock on the outstroke, as if he doesn’t want me to leave him. But don’t you worry, Drew, we’re going to keep you filled up for a while.” Drew can barely get his whole mouth around my thick cock at this point, but he’s doing a great job slobbering over it. It feels great, but not nearly good enough. He’s quickly going to learn how to take my cock “That’s it, relax your jaw and open your throat, like you're about to chug some beer. Now, open wider, as wide as you can, so I can slide my cock all the way down your throat. If you do that, I’ll give you a surprise.” With that as encouragement, I can feel Drew stretch his mouth and throat even wider to let my cock in further down his gullet. I slide it all the way in, pulsing it in there for a few seconds, making him slightly gag and cover my cock with more spit and slime. “Good boy, you got my cock all the way down your throat. Let me get your reward.” I get up and peek over at Jack earnestly fucking Drew’s hole now. He pulls all the way out, and we watch Drew’s hole snap shut. “Hmm, not gaping yet. We’ll keep working on it.” I go to the drawer and get out a gas mask outfitted with a tube where I can blow smoke. “Drew, I’m going to put this on you, and we’re going to feed you the smoke. Just breathe it all in and out, while Uncle Jack continues to fuck you.” “You ready?” Drew gives a nod as Jack pushes his dick all the way in and keeps it still while I put the mask on Drew. “His ass is contracting around my dick so bad, it’s like he’s giving my dick a hand job from the inside.” As soon as I put the mask on Drew, he starts grinding his hips around Jack’s cock, causing Jack to roll his head back in pleasure. “Damn, the kid is seriously milking my cock at the moment. I’m going to stay still and let him work himself up and down my cock.” I then take a pipe and take a big hit before blowing the smoke into the tube and into Drew’s mask. I can see the smoke fill up the mask with that beautiful white cloud. At this point, we’re going to force chems on Drew and keep him high and horny. “That’s it, Drew, your daddy’s giving you smoke. Breathe it all in.” I take a second bigger hit and blow that in before standing up and admiring the view again. A beautiful boy, arms restrained, mask clouded up, legs spread, and bouncing up and down on Jack’s raw cock. “Tina is making you very hungry for cock. That’s it, keep fucking yourself on Uncle Jack’s cock, milk him for his poz cum while we get you even higher.” With that, Drew doubles his pace, working his hole up and down. All the while, his own shaved cock is rock hard, untouched because of the restraints. I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes himself cum without touching himself. “Swapping sperm is the most intimate thing you can do with another man, Drew. We’re becoming as close as we can be, and you’re doing a great job. Keep working your Uncle Jack’s cock with your hole.” As the smoke in the tube slowly clears out, I check on Drew and can see a glint in his eyes. Of course, his pupils are wide as saucers at this point, and he can’t say much, but this is what boy training is about–unlocking that need that’s buried deep down inside. Though in this case, it’s clear that Drew has thought about what he wants for a long time. “Oh fuck, boy, keep fucking yourself on my cock. Slide it all the way down and grind your ass down on it.” Like a good boy, Drew does exactly as he’s told and immediately lets Jack go in balls deep again. This time, Jack takes action and holds Drew’s hips still, and starts to pump his hole with more force. “My precum and spit is lubing up your hole. And I swear, you’re leaking on the inside, making it warm and wet.” I can tell that Jack’s close. Usually, he can fuck a while without cumming, but the idea of giving Drew his first poz load is too tempting. “I’m going to shoot inside you. It feels too good.” With that, Jack holds still, and I watch his cock pulse, filling Drew up with his first poz load. A final grunt from Jack as he slides in deeper to push his cum further inside. He keeps it there, enjoying the warm sensation of his cum coating his cock and Drew’s hole. “Damn, your boy pussy feels amazing. It’s still gripping my cock.” I take the mask off Drew, and he takes a deep breath. I kiss him and tell him, “Great job, baby. Your first load for the night. Let’s get these restraints off you, too, and get you hydrated. This is going to be a long play session, baby.”

Chapter 5 – Pete and Rich Gary’s phone chime went off and he turned his attention to his phone. He clicked away and a smile came upon his face. He got up and walked over to the front door. He returned with another man. He was slightly shorter than Gary but similar, looks like he could be his relative or something. G: Hey Tanner, this is Pete. Hey Rich, looks it’s Pete. Rich instantly became elated to see the new man. G: Pete came especially for you Rich. R: Okay, Tanner, I’ll be right back. I’m going into the other room with Pete. We have stuff to discuss. I shouldn’t be that long. Just stay here with Gary. He’ll take care of you for a moment. He bent down to Tanner’s ear. R: Just don’t be stupid. I’ll be right back. Pete handed some items over to Gary. Then Rich got up and walked into the other room with Pete. This left Tanner alone with Gary. Pete led Rich to the playroom. The main room with a bed, a sling, a fuck bench, and all sorts of fun goodies. They both sat down on the bed. R: so I knew your cousin would message you and leg you know I was coming by. We can play a little but I have to get back in there. I have to protect my friend. P: he’s a big boy, he can take care of himself. R: he’s a big boy alright. He’s packing a nice thick 6.5 maybe 7 that I finally got to see in the flesh. You know how we always wanna try out those straight ones. Especially your cousin out there. So we have to be quick. P: first thing is first. Open up your mouth. I have some really good G and I wanna fuck your passed out hole. haha just kidding. No but really watch out, this stuff is strong. Pete opens his vial of G and uses a dropper to squirt a small amount of G into Rich’s mouth. P: have you been fucked yet? R: no I’ve been on babysitting duty remember. So you going to bump me already? P: no I have other plans for you. Here take this Pete is holding a backpack and opens it. he pulls out a baggie with pills and a water bottle. He hands Richa blue pill and he takes it. he downs some water. R: what was that? P: that was a dick pill. I like my boys to be hard when I fuck them. Pete pulls out a needle. Rich looks down at the needle in his hand. R: idk about this right now. I have to keep an eye on Tanner. P:the sooner I hit you, the sooner we fuck, the sooner you go back to babysitting. R: okay but make it quick. Pete fills the syringe and makes a point. He pulls out another needle and makes another. They pull out a rubber tourniquet and Rich gets tied off. Pete finds a vein and pushes the plunger. Rich lets the tourniquet go and instantly feels the rush. He starts a bit of a coughing fit. Pete follows him and hits himself. Pete strips down naked and is already hard showing off his 8 inches. Rich immediately gets down on his knees and sucks on Pete’s meat. He gets it all sloppy wet. Pete grabs Rich and throws him down against the fuck bench. Rich gets into his position and Pete comes up behind him and pushes his dick straight in. The bottom moans like a two dollar whore in heat. Rich can feel every inch in every thrust, in and out. Fuck, how long has he been fucked in this position? His legs are starting to cramp up a bit due to the position. In between moans, he asks for a new position. Pete grabs Rich and throws him against the bed. They fuck in missionary position for about 20 minutes or so. Just as Pete is shooting his load keep in the bottom, the door opens and in comes Gary with the naked straight boy Tanner over his shoulder. Tanner gets placed in the sling. Rich jumps up and runs to his friend. R: what the fuck happened out there? G: your friend here said he wanted to parTy, just like you. You know the rules of the house. Fair game. R: how fucked up is he? And how fucked is he? G: Well he had a small amount of the good G and three or so booty bumps haha. How fucked is he? Not very fucked yet. Only put one load in him so far. I recorded some of it. Gary pulled out his phone and started playing the video for Rich and Pete. Rich is jerking off while watching his friend getting defiled and loving it. G: Don’t worry, the next load is the visual main event. R: you’re gonna fuck him again already? G: No, no, no. I’m gonna wait a while for that. No, the next one to fuck him is going to be you. And I’ll record every moment of this twacked out twink on twacked out twink fucking. Rich’s dick throbbed at the thought of seeding his best friend. Especially while he is super high. How did he let this happen? How had he not seen this coming? Chapter 6 – Next Level of Friendship Inside Rich’s head there is a struggle going on. On one hand, he had the trust and love of his best friend to think about. On the other hand, he had a very high best friend, in a sling, that is begging for more loads up his straight boy hole. At least he will be begging for more. He’s currently in a G hole. Not that bad, should wear off in a while. Rich knew which of the two sides had won out. He wanted to seed Tanner deep and have him beg for it. He looked down at his friend laying there in the sling, in a dream haze. He turned to the two men. R: okay, I’ll fuck him. But I need him more awake than this. Let’s chill a bit and come back to him when he’s pulled himself out of his Good time. G: I knew we could count on you to make the right decision my little friend. Gary walked up the boy in the sling. He took his hand and wrapped it around the boy’s hard on. He rubbed all over his smooth area. He loved a good smooth boy. His fingers circled the boy’s balls. He followed the taint to the used hole. Gary sticks his finger in just a bit. Just enough to get some of his cum on his finger. He put it up to the boy’s mouth and let him suckle on it for a moment. The two men and teen walked out of the room, leaving the boy in the sling time to crawl out of his dreamy haze a bit. They came out to the living room and the two men sat on the couch. As if already ordered to, Rich gets on his knees in front of Pete and starts sucking on his dick. Pete pulled the boy off of his dick. He was hard but still sensitive from his recent orgasm. He brushed him away and the boy moved over and started sucking on Gary’s dick. Rich went straight to deep throating the 7 inches in his mouth. Pete takes the opportunity to refill one of the pipes. He melts it and unleashes a big cloud. For a moment, the room had been visually cleared up. This cloud branched out and a haze returned to the room. Pete and Gary start shotgunning the hit between the two of them. After the cloud was passed between the two men, they would blow it down in Rich’s face. Rich thought to himself, what a waste of tina cloud. But he knew his place, and he was busy sucking dick. Beside, he had just been shot up. He was probably good for a while. He knew his hole was itching, begging for attention but he also knew there was a plan in place. He had to follow Gary’s plan to stay on his good side. They chilled on the couch like this for a while. It wasn’t until they started hearing Tanner call out from the other room did they get to their feet. They followed the boy’s voice back into the playroom. They walked up and the men stood on the boy’s sides while Rich stood between Tanner’s legs. The boy was spread eagle while his feet were strapped to the stirrups. Tanner tried to pull his arms up but found they were tied down. Tanner looked so confused. T: What happened? Why am I in this thing? G: Remember, I was giving you your booty bump. Between that and the G you took, you got unstable so I had to strap you down for your own protection. Tanner looked like he was searching his memory and found some truth in his statement. G: Do you also remember me playing with your boy hole? like this… That was the signal. Rich reached up and pushed 2 fingers fully into the boy’s ass. A sexy moan escaped and betrayed the boy. G: don’t you remember how much you liked that? Rich pushed in and out, in and out. Then he added a third finger. Tanner closed his eyes and moaned again. This time it was loud enough to have a slight echo in the room. Pete is standing on the side jerking off watching this little scene. Gary walks off for a moment while Rich continues to push in and out. Gary returns with his phone and is obviously recording. He gets a wide shot showing the twink in the sling. He goes in closer to check out the teen’s body. He zooms in on the boy’s 6.5 inch dick still standing straight up. He goes lower to zoom in on the fingers fucking the boy hole. They are gliding nicely. Gary zooms out and then gets Tanner’s face in the shot. He needed to get Tanner’s message on record. G: you like that? You like those fingers in your straight boy hole? Tanner kept his eyes closed but nodded his head in agreement. G: Do you feel good right now? Are you on a good level? Tanner kept his eyes closed and nodded yes. Gary nods at Rich and Rich pulls his fingers out fully. Tanner’s eyes shoot open. T: No, please. I need them in there. Please. It feels so good. G: you need something back in your hole to make you feel good? Is that it? Tanner looked into the phone and nodded his head yes. G: well the fingers are retired. Besides we have something better to fill you with. Do you wanna feel good again? Wanna really party? Tanner looked into the phone and really shook his head up and down. T: yeah, I wanna get so fucking high. G: oh we can get you there boy. And your little friend here is going to help. Gary turned around and started fiddling with some equipment. He was starting up some cameras he has set up to capture the action in the sling. There was one directly above Tanner that got his attention when the little red light turned on. Gary came back and put his hand on the boy’s smooth chest. He dragged his hand all over the torso. He dipped further down on the boy and went over his smooth dick and balls. A light moan from the boy was heard. G: Okay Tanner. You straight twink hottie. We’re going to get you flying. Hey Pete, make the boy a dart. Make it a good one. Rich, get down there and wet the boy’s hole. Pete walked away to get his bag. Rich got down between the sling boy’s legs and started tonguing his hole. Waves of pleasure hit Tanner. He starts moaning like he’s stuck on repeat. Pete walks back with a loaded syringe. He unbinds one of the boy’s arm and wraps it tight. P: okay now, Tanner, don’t move or this will hurt. Okay… Tanner licked his lips and nodded. Pete finds a vein and registers. Tanner looks away. P: any final words for us before you blast off? Tanner kept his eyes shut. A single tear falls from his right eye. T: Just. Just please don’t. … please don’t fuck me. The two men start laughing uncontrollably. G: Too late for that one. Pete pushes the liquid into the bloodstream. He unties Tanner’s arm and lifts it straight up. Tanner starts a coughing fit. He fights to catch his breath. Gary takes the opportunity to jerk the boy off and rubs his chest. Eventually, the boy slows down his breathing and his eyes shoot open. His eyes are all pupil. Rich looks down at his friend’s dick. He had shot his load instantly from the rush. As soon as he locks eyes with Rich, that’s his queue to put his dick against the bottom’s hole. He pushes the head of his dick in the hole. Tanner moans loudly. T: yeah, keep pushing those fingers in me. I need it in me. Rich looks into his best friend’s eyes and mouths “I’m sorry”. Then he pushes forward and slides the entire length of his 7 inches into the straight boy. Tanner throws his head back. He’s making noises of pleasure – no words per say. But definitely pleasure. Rich pulls almost completely out. This panic’s Tanner. T: no please, don’t take it out. Put it back in. I need it. R: you want me to fuck you? Fuck you with my big dick? Tanner nods yes. G: out loud. So we can hear you boy! T: Yes, I need it. I need your dick in my hole. fuck me. please fuck me. Rich smiles at his friend and slowly pushes back in. His smooth balls slap his perky ass. Rich takes his time. He gives his friend a slow passionate fucking. The kind Rich thought Tanner should have had for his first time. The men get board with the slow process Rich was dealing out. They walked off. G: Hey come get us when your done with the love making. Then the real fucking can start. Rich continued to slowly slap into his friend. Tanner was lost in the pleasure of this experience and zoned out. When he was finally ready to shoot, Rich smacked Tanner on the cheek to get his attention. R: I’m going to fucking cum in you. That’s what you want right? You want me cum deep in you? T: Yes, fill me up. Deep inside of me. Make me feel so good. Rich grabbed Tanner by the hips and made a final thrust as he started to shoot his thick ropes of cum deep in his best friend. R: Take every drop. Rich waited a moment before pulling out. He wanted as much of his cum to stay inside of his friend. After a minute or two, Rich pulled his dick out of the boy. Only a drizzle of cum escaped the boy’s hole before it closed up. Rich called out for the two men for them to return. They practically ran back. It was their turn with the boy. P: Go ahead Gary. It’s your boy. Have your turn first. T: Yes, fill me up with your dicks. I need more cum in me. G: Damn, this straight boy is really coming around. I bet you never thought this would happen to you in your wildest dreams. But tonight is all about having good times. Gary got into position and thrusted deep inside the twink. This made Tanner throw his head back and moan on repeat. Gary started deep thrusting and slamming into the boy. The balls slapping into the twink echoed in the silent room but were drowned out by the boys moans and groans. Lucky for Tanner he didn’t have to get adjusted to much. Gary’s dick was just a little thicker than Rich’s. Tanner continued to egg the men on as they pummeled his ass. Both men fucked him like they were trying to break him in two. Each shot their loads keep inside the twink. They eventually untied him and threw him on the bed so he could get some rest. Tanner had shot his load a few times while getting dicked down. After they retired Tanner, the two men each had a round deep fucking Rich. The more experienced bottom took their loads in stride. At the end of the night, they were pretty fucked up. They hydrated and waited until the sun almost came up. The two teens left the party house and Rich drove them back to their apartment. Once home, they were still horny so they put on some porn and jerked off together on the living room couch. Tanner stayed awake long enough for his hard on to die down. That’s when he finally crashed out. Chapter 7 – Evening the Score Tanner woke up around noon. He was naked in his bed. He was covered in dried sweat and dried cum. He reached down to his dick. Then he slowly reached behind himself and touched his hole. It was still a bit tender from his night festivities. Suddenly, a wave of distorted memories of the night flood him mind. Tanner thought to himself. “What the fuck had he let happen last night? Did he really do all that?” He got up and jumped in the shower. He kept replaying the events of the night in his head. How he let fingers go up his hole. How he had let his hole get eaten out. How he let the guys take his virgin hole and use it. And then there was the amazing feeling he remembered from getting fucked and shoot his load. He took some time to make sense of the whole situation. Tanner threw on some boxers and walked out to the kitchen. There was Rich, also cleaned off and wearing clean boxers. The two guys stood there in awkward silence for a long moment. Rich finally broke the silence. R: I warned you. I warned you not to say you were a parTy boy. Tanner pointed his finger at Rich and went angry in the face like he was about to explode. Then the anger disappeared off his face and drops his finger. T: yeah, you were right. That was my fuck up. The two guys share an uncomfortable chuckle. Tanner put his pointer finger back up, pointed at his friend. T: how come you never told me? R: Told you about what? T: how good it feels to get fucked up and fucked in the ass. R: you really liked it, huh? T: yes, it was amazing. If you ever tell anyone I said or did that, I’ll murder you. But it was fucking great. I never knew. R: yeah, most straight guys never find that out. To get fucked while partying feels out of this world. Glad you liked it so much. I was kinda worried that things would get weird. T: Weird why? Just because you put your dick in me? The guys laugh out loud. Tanner walks right up to Rich and slaps his ass. T: Don’t worry. I plan on evening the score next time. Tanner jumps up with excitement. R: But yeah, you made some friends last night. They loved you and your hole. They said to tell you in case you don’t remember, that no one made you suck a dick because you are straight and they respect that. Haha. But you and your hole are always welcome to come back for more. Maybe next time you could use your thick dick on one of us. They invited us back when we run out. T: Run out of what? Rich walks over to a kitchen drawer, opens it and pulls out a pipe and full baggie of tina. R: like I said, they loved you. And they love me too. So they sent us home with some favors. Before Tanner could say anything, Rich was already loading the pipe. He pulls out a torch and melts the contents of the bowel. He takes his hit with stride. One big cloud later, he passed it to Tanner. They finish a bowl and then repack the pipe. They go through another bowl while just talking about the events of the night. After reloading the pipe for a third time, Tanner takes three big hits back to back, building his tina courage to act. He goes and sits on the couch. He holds out the pipe in his hand for Rich and says… T: Come over here and blow a cloud on my dick. You gotta get me hard if I’m going to even our score and fuck you. Rich practically runs over to the couch. Tanner hands him the pipe in one hand and pulls his boxers down with the other hand. Rich looks down at his friend’s dick. It’s not hard yet but it’s not all the way soft. It’s like halfway there. Rich gets down between the legs and takes his hit. He makes it a good one but he releases it before he could get down on the dick. R: oh wow. Sorry performance anxiety haha. Rich takes another big hit and holds the pipe up for Tanner to grab. Then he puts the half hard dick in his mouth and starts sucking on it. White vapor escapes around the dick. Tanner looks down at this little scene and is loving it. He lets Rich finish off the bowl so he can enjoy the clouds surrounding his dick. Everything does its job and Tanner is hard in no time. Rich is really going to town on his friend’s dick. He’s getting that deep throat saliva coating the dick. Making it as slick as possible. Rich gets up and drops his boxers to the floor. He steps out of them and straddles his friend. Tanner’s hard dick is sliding up and down Rich’s ass crack – just teasing Rich. Rich reaches underneath himself and positions Tanner’s thick 6.5 inch dick to his hole. He pushes down and the dick slips in. Rich bounces up and down, each time getting more and more of the dick inside of himself. It takes a few bounces but Rich gets all of Tanner inside of his ass. Tanner places his hands on Rich’s ass cheeks and Rich starts to ride his best friend. It feels like hours go by while they fuck in this intimate position but in reality only about 20 mins. After that Rich climbs off of Tanner. They go over to Tanner’s bed and they lay on their sides. Tanner pushes his dick deep inside Ric. After they get tired of fucking on their sides, Rich is placed on his stomach. Tanner kicks Rich’s legs open and lays right on top of him. He fucks Rich like this, pushing the air right out of the bottom with each thrust. Tanner grabs Rich by the neck from behind and slams into the twink. T: I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’mmmmmmm uuuughh Tanner pulls out and jumps out of bed. T: alright whore, I know you are all wobbly legged now but get out of my bed. hahaha R: very funny dickless. Rich stands up and goes to walk out of the room but stops and turns toward Tanner. R: Are we good? Like it’s not going to get weird, right? With us? T: yeah, we’re good. I’m still straight. We’re still friends. I’m even cool with the other guys. It’s just good to know I have options available when I need them. Especially if we need to get high. Both guys laugh out loud. Rich walks off to jump in the shower. Tanner goes to lay in his bed. He thinks to himself – I wonder what the guys are up to right now? I think I wanna get blasted off to the moon again today. He reaches down to touch his hole. T: it wasn’t that bad. Plus the nut was amazing. HEY RICH! What do you think Gary is up to today?

Chapter 3 – The Jacuzzi The boys walked out on the back patio. The area was blocked off so that no neighbors could view the backyard. Gary grabbed another pipe that was preloaded with tina. He melted it down and walked out to join the boys on the patio. G: Before we get in, lets chill some. Follow me. They approached a gazebo that covered the jacuzzi area. It was perfect for blocking any possible wind going through the area. Gary handed the pipe to Tanner. He wasted no time in blowing his clouds. G: oh come on, you can do better than that. Bigger clouds. Bigger. Tanner had taken six good hits, each one getting bigger as he smoked. He handed an almost out bowl to Rich. He looked disappointed at the bowl. He got 2 good hits before the bowl was gone. G: Don’t worry Rich, I got backup. Gary holds up a baggie full of T. He fills the pipe for Rich and it’s his turn for encouragement. G: Come on, don’t be a little bitch. You can do better. Bigger! Rich had done exactly what Tanner had done. Smoked up most of the tina before passing it. when this bowl was empty. Gary returned the attention to the jacuzzi. G: Now Rich, you know the rules. No clothing in the water. Rich dropped his underwear and released his full 7 inches. He sank down into the warm water. He looked up at his friend. Tanner looked like he was trying to decide on whether to join Rich in the jacuzzi. He took a big breath of air and dropped his boxerbriefs. Showing off his 6.5 inches of meat. He smacked his hands together and turned to Gary. T: are you going to join us? Tanner turned toward the jacuzzi and while getting in, he was showing off his nice round ass. Gary walked up and dropped his boxers to the floor. He jumped in and joined the boys in the water. The boys went back to making out in the jacuzzi while Gary watched and slowly jerked himself off. After a while of silent watching, Gary asked the boys to sit up on the edge while they made out. They boys obeyed and sat in front of him. Gary was getting the show he had been waiting for. Two sexy twinks, wet and naked, smooth as can be, right in front of him. Gary asked the boys to bend over the edge of the jacuzzi. They agreed and gave him a show of their backsides. Perfectly round and perky. They spent 20 or 30 minutes in the water before Gary called it for the jacuzzi. They boys said they were fine but Gary insisted since the ecstasy and long times in jacuzzi don’t really mix well. They returned to the living room where the boys plopped on the couch. Gary’s phone chime went off and he turned his attention to his phone. He clicked away and a smile came upon his face. He got up and walked over to the front door. He returned with another man. He was slightly shorter than Gary but similar, looks like he could be his relative or something. G: Hey Tanner, this is Pete. Hey Rich, looks it’s Pete. Rich instantly became elated to see the new man. G: Pete came especially for you Rich. R: Okay, Tanner, I’ll be right back. I’m going into the other room with Pete. We have stuff to discuss. I shouldn’t be that long. Just stay here with Gary. He’ll take care of you for a moment. He bent down to Tanner’s ear. R: Just don’t be stupid. I’ll be right back. Pete handed some items over to Gary. Then Rich got up and walked into the other room with Pete. This left Tanner alone with Gary. Chapter 4 – ParTy boy Gary was fidgeting with something in his hand. It was getting the attention of Tanner. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. T: hey whats that in your hand? G: Oh this? It’s a vial of G. T: did you run out? G: oh no, this is special stuff. It’s stronger than the stuff we drank earlier. It’s not for beginners. For special occasions. Tanner felt slighted with the tone Gary used. Was he implying that he was a beginner user? That he was not up to the level he was at? T: special stuff huh? How special? Tanner touched the tip of his dick in a seductive way that he knew caught Gary’s attention. He jerked if slightly and a bead of precum leaked out. With his thumb, he picked up the bead of precum and pushed it into his mouth. Mmmm G: did you wanna try some of this stuff? Idk if you can handle it. it’s strong and works pretty fast. I mean, Rich is in the other room getting a little sample… T: oh fuck that bitch, if he can do it, I can do it too. G: oh idk, Rich is a pretty good party boy. Are you Tanner? Are you a good party boy? Do you party hard? T: I’m a great party boy. I love to party all night long with my girl. But that’s over with. But fuck that bitch too. Party! Party! Gary just smiled at his enthusiastic teen in front of him. G: now this stuff is strong but its best to take it straight in the mouth. Here, open your mouth. Gary used a dropper to eyeball a decent amout and dropped it on the boys tongue. He swallowed the G and it had a mean after taste. Gary handed Tanner the drink he had from earlier. It had a little soda left. Tanner tried to get the awful taste out of his mouth but it lingered. T: man, you weren’t kidding. It is strong. i’m not going to pass out or anything am i? G: why? Do you wanna pass out or something? T: no man, I just wanna have a good trip and get my nut off. G: oh that we can do. That’s what they are doing in the other room. they are taking some of this G and a good booty bump before my friend helps Rich get off. T: a what? G: a good booty bump T: yeah, whats that? G: you’ve never heard of taking some Tina and putting it up the butt? T: oh yea, I’ve seen that on some amateur porn videos I jerk off to. But that’s in a girl’s ass. G: girl ass, boy ass. Gets you super high either way. Good thing Rich is an advanced user for that level of high. T: if I was to try this booty bump thing out, you’ve have to touch my ass? G: yes, I’d have to touch your ass. T: that’s pretty gay. I might be okay with you touching my dick but my ass… idk. G: that’s okay, its not for everyone. Maybe in a couple of years when your better at using and not so new. T: oh fuck that. I’ve been using just as long as Rich. He aint better than me at smoking or anything. G: only one way to find out. T: how does it work? Gary smile grew. This fucking boy was playing right into his hands. G: you would bend over the couch and I’d lub up a finger, lube your hole a bit, push a shard up your ass, hold It there so it dissolves and then pull out. Simple right? T: and you take your hands off my ass when we’re done? G: I stop touching you whenever you tell me to stop. T: okay, lets do this before the G kicks in. Tanner gets his knees up on the couch and faces toward the couch. He bends over and puts his ass of full display. His perfect straight boy ass. The naked man stands back and enjoys the view for a moment. He jerks his dick slowly thinking how sweet this ass will taste. How tight this virgin will feel like. Gary goes back to the wooden box on the table. He pulls out bag full of Tina and a small bottle of lube. He lubes his finger and places it on the boy’s hole. He goes over the hole a few times. He circles it three times before pushing his finger in. A soft moan comes from the boy’s mouth. Tanner was surprised and hoped that Gary had not heard that. Gary pulled out and reapplied the lube a couple of times. He was able to get two fingers into the tight hole. He tried to make the tight tunnel as wet as possible. Then Gary picked out three large shards. G: now, this part is going to burn a little but just ride through it. its part of the process. You can do it. Gary used the two fingers to get the first shard deep into the boy. He starts to make noise due to the burning feeling. G: you’re almost there buddy. You can do this. Gary waited for the first rock to dissolve and pushed in the second. And then when he put in the third, the boy’s body was trembling. Once the third dissolved. He helped the boy to turn over and sit on his ass. G: okay, I just need to make sure everything went correct. I’m going to lift your legs up and I need you to hold them up for me okay? Tanner looked at Gary and his eyes were saucers. The G was kicking in and everything was feeling super heavy and floaty. The eyes were all pupil. He had the boy sit on the edge of the couch. He then pulled his legs up causing the boy to lean back into the couch. G: do you need help keeping your legs up? Tanner nodded and tried to mouth a yes. Only a moan came out of his mouth. Gary took that as a yes. He reached under the couch and pulled out restraints. He used them to tie his ankles to his wrists and then clipped them together. There the straight boy was, legs tied up. Hard as can be, hole on full display. Gary bent down and put his face right above the boy’s hole. G: now I’m going to make sure that the bump worked, okay? Gary pushes out his tongue and makes contact with the teen’s hole. Instant moans come out of the boy. Gary swirls his tongue and flicks it. he goes to town eating the boy’s hole. Tanner is overwhelmed and is pulling as his restraints but they wont budge. Gary starts fucking the hole with the whole of his tongue. The boy squirms in delight. Gary pulls away and grabs his phone. He starts to record his ass eating and the squirming boy making noises. Every once in a while, Tanner would get silent and stop squirming. Gary thought to himself – maybe he did get too much of the G if he is passing out. But that thought would be pushed away by the sound of the boy in delight again. Once the boy’s hole was sufficiently lubed with saliva, Gary fished out another shard for good measure. It pushed it in with little to no resistance for his two fingers. He left it dissolve and pushed a third finger inside the boy. When he pulled the fingers out, Tanner was mouthing some words. Finally what came out of the boy’s mouth was “please, need inside me”. G: oh I have something that’s gonna feel way better than those fingers baby boy. He set the phone down but kept recording. He wanted to record his conquest. Gary spit on his dick a couple times. He made sure every inch of his 7 inches was wet before placing his head at the entrance. G: you want this? You want this dick inside you to make you feel good? Don’t you baby boy? My little straight boy. Gary leaned forward and the head pushed inside the virgin hole. the hole was sucking on Gary’s mushroom head. He leaned forward some more and he sank three inches into the boy. He was halfway in. Gary rocked slowly so that he slowly pushed inside the boy. He slowly stretched the boy’s hole open. Once he bottomed out, he reached up and undid the restraints holding the ankles up with the wrists. He left the legs fall down against his shoulders. He continued to rock back and forth, feeling every inch inside the boy. The throbbed his dick and this made the boys moan. Gary looked down and saw that precum was leaking from the boys dickhead. He used his thumb to collect the precum and pushed the thumb into the boys lips, leaving them all glossy. He knew he didn’t have long and wouldn’t last long either, so he just rocked forward for few minutes. He didn’t fight the urge to shoot his load. He welcomed the first load pushed deep inside the boy. Gary pulled out of the teen. The boy mumbled for more. he was pretty high in the stratosphere. Gary picked up the straight boy and walked him down to the play room.

I was originally pierced at 6ga. After a year, I went to 4ga with literally 0 struggle. Another year, I went to 2ga with literally 0 struggle. Going from 2 to 0 was a little challenging, and I still can't keep my 0ga in 24/7 (after about 1.5 months of having the 0ga jewelry). I got the 0ga jewelry like a year and 2 months after I went to 2ga. I wore a 1ga for a few months prior to getting the 0ga jewelry and that helped a lot. I used a 0ga taper to help get the 0ga in early on. Sometimes it gets uncomfortable and I take it out for a night. I have found that if I need to take the 0ga out because it's uncomfortable, I can just put my 1ga back in, and then after a night or a few hours, I can put the 0ga back in with no struggle. I think being physically active helps a lot with natural stretching. I run and dance a lot, so there was a lot of movement that naturally helped things stretch with no pain. IMO, the stretching shouldn't be painful.

I grew up barebacking (9) with my uncle (28), cousin (10) and uncle's neighbor friend (30s). We took turns unloading in each other's asses until and my cousin could start shooting. It was easier to clean up after a big fuck session if we held in the cum until we could get to the bathroom to squirt it out in the commode. Sometimes it was in too deep and we just carried it all day. I could hold my uncles cum and my cousins quite well in those days. My uncles neighbor had a thick anbd wide cock that looked like a shark. He tore my ass up and put a rip in my spincter. That rip too forever to heal. I still have the rip today. Sometimes a guy will talk about it when they feel it. It makes taking a fist easy as I can just relax and spread it open. I had never seen a condom until one of my neighbors brought one out to show me and to play with it when I was 17. I never bought a condom until I was 31 and living in a big town in the late 80s where using them was mandatory. I was doing a lot of topping in those days. However, I only used three condoms during that time. I was playing with married guys in those days. If I could get them to take a whiff of poppers when riding my cock, then the condom came off and they were rocking for cum. I went through a phase where I had 4 or 5 married guys enjoying my breedings during afternoon sessions before the wife got home. A couple of guys said they would fuck their wife with my cum in their ass to really get hot. Those were some of the hottest sessions. A couple of the guys lived close. It was kind of awkward to see the wife and kids in the grocery store knowing I had been breeding the dad a day or two before.

For me, as a top, it came quite quickly. I connected with a guy on a local dating site. He said he was bi, divorced, naturist and clean. he really insisted that he preferred to do it without a condom. he was versatile and even explained that if he put on a condom he would no longer be able to get hard. After a few messages I agreed to meet him after work. He actually welcomed me naked, he quickly got down on his knees to blow me. After a good blowjob he turned his back on me and presented his ass to me, I went straight in without asking myself the question of putting on a condom. It was so pleasant that I didn't have to wait to fill his ass.

I started when I was 16 simply because I have always preferred true skin on skin and feel the cock pulse in the arse and load it, plus of course when you breed another guy, feel it pulse yourself, nothing like it unloading and being loaded raw.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."