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My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

Public BJ to Public Pozing My good friend Fred has been poz for over a decade. He’s been very fortunate and never needed to go on meds. Even if he had needed them, I’m not sure he would have. He loves passing on his ‘GIFT’. Mostly he finds willing ‘receivers’, some who even beg. Don’t get me wrong I love my friend; but, I wouldn’t put the odd stealth pozing past him. He’s got about a dozen confirmed notches on his seroconversions belt. And he’s very proud of these stats! He brags about them and more than hints that he could probably add at least a half dozen. We’ve never had sex. He’s tried many times, even gotten me very drunk in hopes I would let down my safe sex guard. But it has never worked. I’ve asked him outright In our sober moments if he would even take a moment to hesitate to poz me if I gave him a chance. “Not for one second.” was his adamant reply. Thus my commitment to not even perform oral on his beautiful big cock. Oh yes, I’d seen it while at nude beaches. I’d even seen it hard and in the action of raw fucking and breeding a willing ‘receiver’ on a gay club dance floor. I love giving oral to a beautiful big cock but there was no way I’d take this chance with Fred. This story is about a vacation in Mexico where I let down my guard. Big mistake. I love this beach village with Mexico’s only official clothing optional beach and go for a month each winter. Fred has heard me rave about the place and its notorious gay orgies after sunset. Being a card-carrying safe sex proponent I’d only heard of these. I had never even gone to witness the debauchery. Fred invited himself to join me for a week in the middle of my stay. On the first night of his visit we got caught up on each other’s lives over a fantastic meal at one of the villages excellent restaurants. Fred was exhausted with jet lag, so it was off to my room making an early night of it. He propositioned me to share his bed but as we both sleep in the nude I politely declined. On the second night Fred insisted we check out one of the gay bars in town. I’d heard they had added a dark room and made the mistake of telling Fred. The bar was quite crowded by the time we got there. We had to push our way through a cluster of guys masturbating and sucking on each other to get to the bar. Drinks in hand we found a couple seats to watch this group of hunky guys play. Fred wanted to join in and I encouraged him, but he declined in favour of checking out the dark room. This room had been roped off for the night and a bar staff person rudely made sure we understand it was off limits. By now our seats had been occupied so we stood with the crowd watching the blatant display of public sex. Fred kept pestering me that he wanted to join in. I encouraged him to do so. He complained he just wanted ‘someone’ (glaring at me) to give him a public blow job. I pushed back through to the bar and got us stronger drinks. As I sipped mine watching the sexual antics Fred gulped his down and was soon back from the bar with refills for us both. I teased him that I’d never fallen for this trick in the past, what made him think tonight would be different? He grinned, “You can’t blame a guy for trying. Come on, just a public BJ, you don’t even have to suck me off.” After yet another round he never let up. I was now tipsy and the sexual energy in the bar just kept ramping up. Fred’s hand moved to my crotch, and he commented that I was clearly excited. I reached inside his shorts and found his member fully hard and ready for action. He took this as permission, dropped his shorts, and man handled me down to have his monster in front of my lips. Thinking I could just tease him and put an end to his complaining I kissed the precum from the tip of his cock. He decided it was "game on', took hold of my head with his right hand and angled his cock deep into my throat with his other hand. He was soon face fucking me with abandon. I tried fighting him off, but not for long. I love cock sucking and soon decided to let my exhibitionist shadow self come out in this public setting. I went to work on his poz stick like a greedy four-year-old on his first popsicle. I decided I was going to bring him over the edge with my mouth no matter what. I knew he was determined to get his toxic load into me and add me to his belt notches. In accordance with harm reduction, I would at least control that it go down my throat. I worked and worked and worked his cock using every trick in my oral repertoire but he wasn’t cumming. I was getting close to giving up when someone behind me exposed my ass by pulling down my shorts. ‘Damn”, I though ‘I shouldn’t have come here commando.’ Soon a stranger’s lips were at my hole, and I was having to good a time to worry about getting Fred off. I was lost in anal pleasure and the vigor of the face fuck had me reveling in being sexually used in such a public place. I didn’t notice the guy behind me had stood until I felt him lean over my back. Chills went through my spine as he spoke into me ear. “I want to fuck your gorgeous ass bro, but I didn’t bring a condom.” Fred overheard this, using both hands he pushed my head firmly down onto his cock and spoke for me. “He never uses them, fuck him raw,” “But I’m not a great top, if I do that I’ll probably unload just pushing in.” The stranger confessed. Fred; “oh yeah! Fuckin breed him, he’ll love it!!!!” I couldn’t protest, my mouth was full, and Fred's grip was immense. I could feel the strangers wet warm release as he plunged deep into my ass. Chills again shot through my spine as he once more spoke into my ear. “Fuckin great bro, thanks!” As soon as he pulled out another stranger’s cock was sliding into my now well lubricated hole. Resigned to my fate I doubled my oral efforts to be sure Fred’s toxic load was released deep into my throat. Fred noticed the change and released the pressure on the back of my head. It occurred to me this was my chance to flee but the spit roast was just too enjoyable. Ten minutes of both my holes being pounded gave me lots of opportunities to keep this from going further but I was also enjoying being centre stage of a very admiring crowd. With no warning the second stranger blasted his load into my vulnerable hole. He collapsed onto my back and as he regained his breath rational reason tried to regain control of my brain. But when I saw a third stranger tapping the second spent top, I nodded my assent. I even removed Fred’s cock from my mouth to proclaim, “My ass is all yours, give me your raw cock.” Five minutes later I could tell this top was getting close. Emptying my mouth once again and turning my head I was surprised to hear these words come out of my mouth; “Don’t stop, don’t pull out.” He was already blasting away. Fred’s voice was next speaking to my third breeding stranger; “Come switch places with me, he’ll clean the cum off your cock.”

The London housing market being what it is, I had purchased a slightly strange modern townhouse that had been wedged into part of another property’s land. I had seen some flats in converted Victorian and Edwardian houses that had been nice enough, but this place afforded me the opportunity to have an actual house (of sorts), which was completely detached and therefore I would not have to worry about noise from above, below or through the walls. It was sort of down the side of an end-of-terrace house on a side street off a main road, and most of the rooms looked out over the small garden that had been carved out from the fairly large one belonging to the older house. However, next to me on one side was a large concrete sort-of-car park behind the shops of the main road, which was strangely empty most of the time. Attractive it was not, but downstairs only the bathroom (with high frosted windows) and the cupboard-lined wall of the galley kitchen faced in that direction. Upstairs was a different story, as that side of the house featured the ‘second bedroom’. This was actually a long and thin box room that would only ever be able to accommodate a particularly narrow single bed or a cot, and I had decided early on just to forego any attempts at making it suitable for a guest in favour of buying a good sofa bed for the living room downstairs. I instead used the box room as a well-appointed home office, with some storage built in for other stuff that did not fit elsewhere. Despite the unattractive vista, the room had bizarrely been built with floor to ceiling windows, as well as a ‘Juliet’ balcony with a sliding door. Being a freelancer, I worked from home most of the time, so I was in that room for a good chunk of the day. There wasn’t much to distract me outside, except for around 45 minutes in the late morning of every day. At that time, a bin lorry would pull in and park up close to my house. This was clearly break time, as the crew would usually all head off somewhere together (I suspected the greasy spoon cafe on the main road). I would notice the truck pull in most days, or at least see that it was now sitting out there, but really never thought anything more of it. That ended, however, on a sunny summer day when I just happened to notice that one member of the crew did not follow the rest of them off to wherever they went, and instead sat down on the step of the open truck door. He caught my attention because I am an absolute sucker for nice arms, and he had taken the opportunity to remove his gloves and then roll up his T-shirt sleeves to catch some rays on his impressive biceps. He looked to be in his early twenties, which only added to the appeal. My gaze lingered as he lit up a cigarette and just sat there smoking it, before stubbing it out and then reaching behind him for a paper bag that evidently contained a sandwich and a drink. He mostly just seemed to be staring at the ground through all this, but then suddenly he looked up at me. I looked away towards my screen, but could not help but glance back a moment later and found that he was still staring at me. Like an idiot I instinctively gave a little wave, but he didn’t react and just kept looking at me. I turned back to my screen, but could feel myself getting hot and flustered. I tried to focus, but when I made out like I was just turning round to get something, I allowed myself a quick glance to confirm he was still looking up at me. This was too much, and so I got up and left the room, going downstairs to drink a glass of water and wait it out until the truck had left. The next day they were of course back, and once again the hunky young man stayed with the lorry for his break. This time he removed his hi-viz vest and T-shirt entirely, placing them on the steps so he could lean back more comfortably in the sun, his legs splayed wide as he lit up a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes away, until he of course looked up at me. I managed to hold my ground a bit longer this time, but there was something so overwhelming about this guy at least ten years my junior staring at me like a panicking gay in a fishbowl. I had to retreat again, cursing myself for being so flappable. This carried on for the rest of the week, though I managed to stay in my office longer each time, and actually make eye contact with him a few more times without melting. Still, it was a relief when the weekend came, as while a bin lorry still showed up there on both days, it was a different crew and all of them went off together as had previously been the norm. The next week, however, the stud was back and resuming whatever it was he was doing with me. I started praying for the weather to turn so that he might give me a break from the daily torture. On the Thursday I finally got my wish, with cloudy skies and a bit of a breeze, and sure enough he didn’t taunt me with a flagrant display of his incredible body. Indeed, I saw him stick around as the other guys walked off, but when I looked back up again a couple of minutes later, he was also gone and I assumed he’d just gone off to the shops or something. Then my doorbell rang, so I headed downstairs assuming it was the Amazon delivery I was expecting. When I opened the door, however, I came face to face with the hunky binman. “Alright” he said. “Oh, er, hi” I stuttered. “I forgot a drink” he said, holding out an empty water bottle. “Can I fill up here?” “Er, yeah, sure” I said, taking it off him and turning round to go and quickly sort it in the kitchen. Despite the boots he was wearing I did not hear him following me through the hallway, so I was a bit startled when I turned to the sink and saw him standing in the kitchen doorway out of the side of my eye. I quickly filled the bottle and then went over to hand it to him. “Thanks mate” he said. “Er, no problem” I said, still flustered. “See you every day” he said. “We do the same main roads all week, and them estates that need a daily.” “Oh, right” I said. “Nice place you got” he continued. “Thanks” I replied. “You can blow me if you want” he said. “What?!” I squeaked. “Seen you gawping at me” he replied, grinning. “Figured you wanted to suck my cock.” “I, er, wh…” I stuttered. “You wanna?” he asked, moving his free hand to clutch his groin through his uniform. I just stood there, frozen on the spot, but then found myself looking down at his hand as he squeezed his crotch. Despite my brain screaming at me, I instinctively grazed my lips with my tongue, causing him to laugh out loud. “Knew it!” he said. “But be quick, I ain’t got long.” My brain shut off at this point and something else took over, as I lowered myself down to my knees while he undid his button and zip. I leaned forward and gripped the hem of his boxers, pulling them down with his shorts as his erect cock sprang up, leaning slightly to his left. A musky, sweaty, manly smell emanated from him, and I hungrily dived forward and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it quite gingerly for a minute, and then began to swallow it down, using all the tricks I knew to control my gag reflex. There was an urgency to the way I serviced him, and his moans and groans spurred me on. In no time at all he gripped my head and began to thrust a little while I continued bobbing back and forth, and then he yelled as he slammed me onto his cock a final time and unloaded down my throat. When he released his grip I pulled back, settling my arse back on my heels as I reached up to wipe the sweat off my face. He quickly pulled up his trunks and shorts, did up the button, and then turned around. “Thanks mate” he said, walking down my hallway, “that was awesome.” Then he was gone, with me still kneel-sitting on the hard kitchen floor getting my breath back. I had been thoroughly used, taken advantage of, and yet I fucking loved it. —————— The next day my heart raced when I heard the truck pull up outside. I gave it a couple of minutes before looking out, by which time I could see the crew just leaving the car park whilst the hunky stud was leaning against the door smoking. He was looking up at me, and when our eyes met he smiled and winked. This time I held his gaze and smiled back, at which point he nodded, put the cigarette between his lips, got the keys out of his pocket and then locked the truck’s door. He set off along the side of my house towards an opening in the fence, and I realised I was in for another workout. I hurried downstairs and opened my front door a little, stepping back into the hallway to wait. Sure enough the door opened and he came inside, closing it behind him. He turned towards me, gave me a big grin and a wink, and then leant back against the front door and undid his shorts. I rushed forward onto my knees, and soon enough the events of the day before were being repeated. I swallowed him completely, and then as I moved myself back and forth he put one of his hands on my head and just allowed me to lead things while his fingers tousled my hair a little. Only when he got close did his grip become tighter, taking over the speed until he pulled me completely onto him and held me in place as he unloaded down my throat. Then, as with before, he got himself done up while I sat against my heels getting my breath back. He was gone in moments, but not before another big grin and a wink. The following week he was at my door on schedule all five days, having me blow him in my hallway. I had set up fake appointments in my diary so there would be no issue with being away from my desk late morning, and I had even thought to put one of the sofa cushions at the bottom of the stairs so I would be more comfortable kneeling than I was directly against the laminated floor. I was being completely used, and yet I did not have a complaint to make about it. “Doing weekend overtime tomorrow” he said, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday post-orgasm. “Different round though, so won’t be here for break.” “OK” I said. “Next week I guess then.” “Nah” he said. “I wanna fuck that arse of yours, so was thinking I’d come round after my shift.” “Oh” I said, getting up from the floor, as flustered as when he had first turned up here. “Will be about three” he said. “You get fucked, right?” I just slowly nodded. “Cool” he said. “Be ready then.” With that, he was gone. —————— In preparation for the upping of the ante, I was douched, showered, wearing a jockstrap under my shorts, and had a buttplug inserted after loosening myself up with a dildo. I doubted there would be anything close to foreplay, so I wanted to make sure I could enjoy the quick and complete entry he was likely to make into me. When he turned up, he had definitely worked a full shift as his musky, sweaty scent was particularly potent, which had much the same effect on me as a big huff of poppers would have done. “Fucking horny mate” he said, after closing the front door. “Need to fuck a load into you.” I led him through to the living area at the back, where I had already put a towel down on the sofa. I stripped down to just my jock, pulled out the buttplug and threw it down on the floor, and then climbed onto the sofa on my knees so I was leaning against the back of it with my head against the wall. He had also stripped down so he was just in his stinky T-shirt, and he immediately positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock against my hole. I was about to ask for a condom when he pushed in and the whole length snaked into my rectum, taking my breath away. As soon as he was in, he began to fuck me with a firm and steady rhythm, the dirtiness of it making my head swim as his girthy cock rubbed my prostate and sent me to heaven. I could not help but moan in appreciation as he pistoned in and out, until he was slamming into me relentlessly. Then he thrust one final time, held his hips against my arse, and flooded me with his load. He held in place until he had fully come down from the orgasm, and then slid out of me and stepped back. I whirled around and slid off the sofa onto my knees, leaning forward to gently clean off his cock so I got every last drop of the load. Then I turned and reached for the paper towels I had put on the sofa, using them to wipe what was dripping out of me as well as what was already on the floor under me. He had put his shorts back on, albeit his boxers were still on the floor. I got to my feet and went over to the sink, chucking the towels in the bin under it before giving my hands a quick wash. I then got a couple of glasses out from the cupboard above and filled them up with cold water, handing one to him while I drank the other. “I need a cigarette” he said, starting to walk towards the back door. I hurriedly pulled on my own shorts, but remained topless as I grabbed a saucer from a cupboard and followed him out to provide him with the makeshift ashtray. “Want one?” he asked, pointing the packet at me. I had quit five years before and yet still took one, popped it in my mouth and then allowed him to light it. “Nice place” he said. “Private.” “That’s how I like it” I said, my head swimming from my first inhale. “Cool” he said, grinning. We engaged in the beginnings of a conversation for a couple of minutes while we smoked, but we were soon done and he started to go back inside. “Your shower upstairs?” he asked. “Need to clean up before I fuck you in your bed.” His brazenness quietly astounded me, but I was putty in his hands. I nodded, and he started heading down the hallway towards the stairs. I followed him, but stopped by the cupboard under the staircase to grab a clean towel for him. I hurried upstairs after him, glad I had thought to put anything valuable in a box in the tiny loft space before he got here. He had got as far as my bedroom, and as I chucked the towel down on the bed next to him, he peeled off his T-shirt and pulled down his shorts. My breath caught in my throat, as for the first time ever I saw his naked buttocks. I knew it was the first time ever, because it was the only place he had tattoos and I had definitely never seen them before. A huge biohazard on one, and a big chunky plus sign on the other…

It was Thursday when I became aware of what day it was for the first time, and sitting up in bed I saw Damian’s rucksack leaning against the wall. On the bedside tables were some bottles of water and lucozade, along with a few packets of tablets. Needing the loo I wearily got up and headed into the bathroom, and only noticed as I dried my hands that there were now two bath towels hanging on the rail side by side. As I came back into the bedroom and looked around, it was clear that Damian had been staying here. I put on some pyjamas and went downstairs, finding there was a glass by the sink but the place was otherwise tidy. I opened the dishwasher to see it had been recently run, full of pans and crockery I had not used recently, and then when I opened the fridge I saw it was full of food and drinks. I glanced outside to see a rather full ashtray sitting on the table, and a drying rack out with a load of my clothes hanging on it plus some that I figured must be his. Yes, he had definitely been staying here, and he had been looking after both the place as well as me apparently. Despite being so lacking in energy, my heart still managed a little flutter. I grabbed a glass of water and slumped down on the sofa, where I sat for a little while trying to rehydrate. I still felt pretty rough, but had no interest in going back upstairs as I had aches in my body consistent with having been in bed for too long. It was while I was sitting there that the front door opened, and Damian came in dressed in his hi-viz uniform and clutching a full Sainsbury’s bag. “Oh” he said, seeing me as he walked into the kitchen. “You’re up.” “Yeah” I croaked. “Man, you look so much better” he said, standing in front of me. “You were pretty fucking rough before.” “Have you been here?” I asked. “All week” he said. “Hope that’s OK. Thought I better look out for you.” “Oh” I said. “I saw you had two sets of keys by the door” he continued, “so I’ve been using one of them.” He held the keys out to me to take, but I waved them away. “That’s OK” I said. “I mean, I can’t believe you stayed. Thank you.” “I did this to you” he said. “Was fucking rough being on my own when it happened to me, so I wanted to look out for you.” I smiled up at him, then patted the sofa next to me. He sat down, and I leaned over onto him. He put his arm round me, and I closed my eyes for a bit as we sat in silence. “You hungry?” he whispered after a while. “A little” I said, sitting up. The next few minutes I just watched him sorting us both out some plates of plain toast with a few cut up vegetables, before I hauled myself to the dining table. He made me drink a glass of something that had extra electrolytes in it for hydration, and then helped me move outside to sit in the sun for a bit for some much-needed vitamin D. Soon I was tired again and he took me back upstairs to rest, leaving me to it once I was settled in bed while he went back downstairs. When I woke up again later I felt quite a bit better than before, and after settling me on the sofa with another electrolyte drink and some biscuits, Damian went up to shower and change. He then joined me downstairs, and we sat outside in the warm evening air while we chatted and he smoked. Listening to him just talking about life ‘on the bins’ I realised how much I liked having him around, how wrong it turned out I had been to hide valuables in the loft, and what a complete departure this had all been from what had started as a quick and dirty blowjob in my hallway that first time he had come round. He wasn’t at all the person he made out he was when he had first started pursuing me. I got back to full health over the next couple of days, with Damian continuing to just run the house without ever giving me the impression he had any problem with that. Laundry got done, the bed got changed, food continued to be bought, and he just took really good care of me around his work shifts. Then, on the Friday afternoon, he said it was time to go off to a clinic to confirm things, and with butterflies in my stomach I went with him to a health centre a short bus ride away. He brought me back later after my positive result, and got us some beers as we sat in the garden. He stayed silent, letting me be the first to speak. “It feels kind of right” I eventually said, after lighting up a cigarette. “I mean, my brain is all over the place a bit, but I’m not upset about it.” “Same for me” he said. “Thought loads about telling people and shit like that, but never got angry or nothing.” “How old were you?” I asked, realising he had never told me that part. “Just turned 20” he said. “Went out with my mates on my 18th, but lost them in a club. We were so fucked up. Then I was out in the alley at the back getting fucked for the first time. Just kept taking loads sometimes after that. Almost can’t believe it took two whole years to get pozzed.” “Wow” I said. “I was always safe before. Only barebacked with my second boyfriend, and we were both on prep.” “Why did you stop taking it?” he asked. “Don’t know” I replied, “I just did. When he dumped me I think I just lost confidence or something. Only hooked up with a couple of guys since then, and the last one was a year ago.” “You serious?!” he asked, wide eyed. “Yeah” I said. “Focused on buying this place and making it how I wanted it, plus my work.” “But no sex for a whole year?!” he asked again. “Only wanking and dildos” I replied, smirking at him. “Fucking hell” he said. “No wonder you were so hungry for my cock.” I laughed out loud, before catching myself when I realised the neighbours could probably hear everything if they were outside too. Then I felt myself think ‘fuck it, so what?’, deciding not to usher us indoors. We carried on chatting, before a slightly serious look took over his face and he went quiet. “Listen” he said. “You make me fucking hot, and I mean it. I know you probably had me down as some fucking fantasy, slumming it with a stinky bin man, but I like you.” “I like you too” I said, smiling at him. “No, I mean, I like you” he said, his face scrunching up a bit. I leaned over and put my hand on his. “I know what you’re saying” I said, “and I like you that way too. Yeah, at first it was fun being your dirty lunchtime whore to use, but we both know it isn’t that anymore.” He nodded, but still looked serious. “I don’t want to hurt you” he eventually said. “OK” I replied, waiting to see where this was going. “I mean, I want to keep doing this” he continued, “but I think I need other stuff too.” “You mean you want to fuck other guys?” I said, giving him a smile even though he wasn’t looking at me. “Sort of” he said. “I mean, I think I just want it to be you I fuck, but I want to get fucked too.” “I do top” I said, “but I get what you’re saying.” “And?” he asked. “Well” I said, “I reckon there’s no point in me being pozzed up and free if I can’t have some fun with it, so I think I want to get back out there too and have some fun.” He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah?” he said. “Yeah” I replied, smiling. “How about you show me these places you go to get loaded up.” His big grin returned, and I leaned over to him. He leaned in too and we planted our lips on each others, kissing deeply. We hardened as we made out, and eventually went back inside and up to bed. He fucked me hard and bred me, but then after a rest he got on all fours and stared into my eyes. That first time topping him was incredible, his lean and muscular body aching for the feel of me inside of him, and as I sped up to the peak he cried out for me to give him my first ever poz load. —————— He may be ten years my junior and from a completely different background, but it just works. He is tidy, organised, never complains, and keeps me satisfied with both fucking and affection. The bedsit is long gone, with him fitting right into this small and strange house with me. He buys in food and other household stuff sometimes, but I refused any assistance on the mortgage or bills so that he could stop having to exhaust himself with landscaping work in the afternoons. I didn’t realise how insecure he had actually felt before given how relaxed he always came off, but with the threat of going broke at any moment now gone, he’s using his extra free time to work towards getting his HGV licence so he can apply to become a driver instead of a loader. He likes where he works, saying it feels like a properly useful thing that everyone needs, and I do often envy him as I find myself dealing with client bullshit that just seems so pointless. He’s opened up over the last couple of years, revealing some of the darker times he had endured, first with his fireman father dying in service when he was eight, and the stepdad that followed beating him senseless after finding a copy of Attitude in the room he shared with his younger brother. His mum had kicked her second husband to the kerb for that, and Damian had repaid her by putting some effort in to helping her run the house. But a third husband eventually followed, and Damian had decided to get away for his own space rather than risk more problems, even if he struggled day to day to actually afford it. In short, he had lived a lot of life already, which is probably one of the reasons why we worked well together despite the age gap. As he settled in to living with me, he gradually let himself unwind from all the stress he had endured, and his relaxed and smiley demeanour became more natural than it had been before. I, in turn, relaxed into him, shedding the baggage of being dumped twice by men I loved, and losing all traces of how uptight I had become. Fridays or Saturdays are when we usually go off for some fun elsewhere, and I have really taken to that world. He doesn’t have individual hookups anymore, instead choosing which sauna, club or park we’re going to head for to see what we can get up to together. At clubs or saunas we often roam around individually at least some of the time, but when we go to an al fresco venue we always end up bent over next to each other and I just fucking love it. Making out with him while we get used by a bunch of strangers is the best. I now proudly sport a large biohazard tramp stamp, and am also getting cool designs on my upper arms gradually filled in. The pig in me has really come out, with thick silver hoops in each nipple along with a heavy gauge Prince Albert that I rarely remove. Damian hasn’t added anything else permanent to his own body, but when off the clock he now dazzles in a massive silver chain and matching bracelets that I bought him for his 25th birthday. He was really hesitant about them at first, not because he didn’t like them but because he’s got a real bee in his bonnet about this not being some stereotypical sugar daddy situation between us. Fortunately I managed to convince him that this was just me finally giving him a gift to reflect the one he had given me, and that the bling was going to be in lieu of us being able to holiday anywhere that year given I in no way make enough money to be a sugar daddy. Satisfied, he had put it all on, sprung an immediate hard-on and then fucked me senseless, and even now when he sometimes dons it all after his post-shift shower it makes him so horny that I end up getting roughly fucked and bred. I am often bent over my laptop still sending emails while he ploughs into me. That said, we are a bit more versatile at home now, with him wanting me to penetrate him when he’s either having a relapse of his past insecurity, or if he just wants my piercing to be doing a number on his insides. The one thing that has stayed constant is the bin round breaktime routine. Even if my hole is still throbbing from an early morning rutting before he headed off to work, without fail in the late morning of every weekday, I am to be found bent over the stairs in our hallway taking one hell of a pounding. His sweaty mid-shift scent and hi-viz vest do it for me every time, and we both love these regular throwbacks to where it all started. Damian came into my life, binned it, and made me who I am today. This, my friends, is what true love is all about…

A short one for today. Inspiration this time came in part from HungPig - search for “Breeding ass in the woods” on XVideos. I knew I had found the right spot when I saw a few guys hanging around, furtively looking at one another while notionally checking their phones. A few of them glanced up at me as I approached, and then as I looked around I saw the logs that the guy had told me about. A jet thundered overhead, mere seconds from touchdown at Heathrow, whilst the M25 provided a constant background din that I realised must be helpful for keeping the activities here undetected. Looking around some more to make sure everyone was legit, I realised I could make out Terminal 5 through the trees. I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach at what was about to happen, so close to a place where I was regularly suited, booted, sipping a glass of champagne in the lounge, and waiting to board a plane to wherever the job was taking me next. But today I was in trainers, jogging bottoms, a hoodie and my glasses. There was no champagne, and no plane to board, but I was certainly hoping to set off on a journey. After months of disappointment, either being flaked out on by tops all around the world, or the few positive encounters I did have resulting in nothing, I was determined that this time I would get what I was seeking. My contact assured me he would turn up, but even if he did not he had said I would have no problem getting what I wanted. This spot was an unspoken place for gifted men to assemble, and any fresh meat that arrived here always got a lot of attention. I was that fresh meat today, and I just prayed I had not been led on again with false promises. I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves, looking around a bit until I made eye contact twice in quick succession with one of the men already loitering. He was in jeans, a white vest, a leather cap and sported a big moustache, looking like a gay stereotype straight out of the early 80s, but it totally worked for me. He held my gaze the third time our eyes met, and then subtly nodded towards the log. I inhaled the last of my cigarette and then chucked it in my empty Coke can, before walking over to the pile of stumps. The vested man approached me, stopping when he was right next to me and placing his hand gently on one of my buttocks. “You bottom?” he said. I just nodded in response, before turning round to face the logs. I pulled down my jogging bottoms, my skin exposed given I was only wearing a thin white jock underneath. My hole was already loosened and lubed thanks to the plug I had worn on the drive over from Richmond, and the man realised this as he slid a finger in. This was quickly removed, and after the sounds of him undoing his belt and jeans, his cock was pressed against my hole and began its journey inside. “You poz boy?” he asked, once buried inside. “No sir” I replied. “On prep?” “No sir” I repeated. “Chasing?” “Yes sir” I said. At that point another jet roared overhead, temporarily making it impossible to hear anything else. “Then let’s give you what you came for” he loudly growled, once the plane had passed. He then started to thrust. In normal life I am vers, possibly even more vers-top these days, and would never normally be into getting gangbanged. But on that day, surrounded by those bushes, jets roaring overhead on their way into Heathrow, and my nose being bombarded with competing aromas of aviation fuel, poppers, lube and cum, I took them all. I never changed position, never straightened up, and never asked for a break. I smoked the occasional cigarette, took a few sips of water from the small bottle in my hoodie front pocket, and regularly inhaled from any bottle of poppers I was offered, but I was there to finally get it done and I was not for wavering. A few of the men were verbal about their status, and I encouraged all of them to breed me and pass on their gift. Maybe some of the others were also poz, maybe they weren’t, but I was not going to be picky while I was on my mission. I don’t even know if my contact ever did show up, but I didn’t care. Every load that went into me could be helping me towards my target, whether the man at its source knew it or not, and I wanted as many possible exposures as I could get. This needed to finally happen for me so that I could get on with being the man I already felt I was, and that meant being an unashamed, unfiltered, unconcerned cumdump for a day. Any extra riders that I picked up would be dealt with as needed, all in the name of the goal I had been striving to reach for so long. The men were tall, short, old, young, fat, thin, white, black, and everything else you could imagine. Some stuck around and used me more than once, others seemed to appear out of nowhere and then disappear without a trace. I just stayed where I was, doing what I had gone all that way to do. I went home dripping, sore, tired, but excited. Over the next few days I tried in vain to find some other suitable candidates to add to what I had taken, but as usual all I encountered was a sea of flakes and undetectables. But I need not have worried, as five days after my day under the flightpath, I began to feel decidedly unwell. The first glass of champagne in the lounge is now always subtly raised in the rough direction of that spot, a small but personal sign of thanks from me to the men who so graciously shared. I then raise the glass again a second time, thinking of the many men who have since received a gift from me, particularly any that have been added to my list since I last visited the airport. I then sit and drink the rest of that first glass in satisfied peace, gently rubbing my stomach through the fabric of the dark shirts I now wear, almost able to feel the outline of the special symbol inked into my skin and the virus coursing through my veins. Only once this ritual is over do I get out the laptop and begin to work, saving for the plane any further thoughts about the ongoing mission. But whether it be Bangkok, Boston, Buenos Aires or Brisbane, there’s a world of men out there looking for what I’ve got, and they’re all just the roar of a jet away…

(Continued) One day at work the stud blonde invited me and a few servers at the restaurant to a wedding reception after work that night. We closed up and then followed him in his pickup to the hall where the reception was in full swing. Walking in we were surrounded by a host of young men and women drinking and flirting. Across the room I spotted this 5’ 9” 160 lb buff blonde young stud talking in a group. The cook from work walked over and started talking with the stud and the others in the group. I excused myself from my group and then began to mingle with others while I kept one eye on the new stud. As the party broke up we all headed out to our cars and as I made my way I noticed the cook saying goodbye to the hot stud and then getting into his pickup. I noticed the new jock getting into a black Mustang. As we pulled out of the parking lot the Mustang turned at the stop light and began to proceed in the same direction that I was heading. I followed at a distance and was surprised to find that he was heading towards the area of town where I lived. He turned right off the arterial and began to head down a street very familiar to me. Not wanting to be noticed I continued on my path for a few more blocks. I turned right and began to head towards my house. Passing my uncle’s house, I was shocked to see what appeared to be the same Mustang now in his driveway. I parked my car on the street and quietly made my way up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the house. Peering in the window, unknown to them, I saw my uncle sitting cross-legged on the floor knee to knee with the blonde young stud. The young jock was in only his boxers, his smooth muscled body glimmering in the light. My uncle, wearing only his jeans, was facing him. His chiseled, developed tanned body was a perfect contrast to that of the up and coming stud. I covertly watched in awe and as I did, I quickly became hard and felt like I was beginning to ooze pre-cum. Taking control of the situation, I moved to the door and rang the bell. Unaware of who was at the door at that time of night, my uncle answered the door in only his jeans. The surprise on his face when he opened the door was palpable. There he was, no shirt, no shoes, only his jeans. He invited me in and as I stepped through the door the smirk on the blonde stud’s face began to grow wide. He, like the cook, was a hormone oozing sex. I followed my uncle into the kitchen and we quickly sat at the table. He offered me a shot of whiskey, which I gladly accepting. I needed to dull my inhibitions. I had a shot and then he had a shot. I quickly asked for another. As I glanced towards the front room, there standing in the breach was the blonde, no shirt or shoes, only the wrestler body in his boxers. What had been teased sitting on the floor was now a full on reality. My uncle motioned for him to enter the kitchen, inviting him in for a shot of whiskey. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed the shot glass and quickly downed the drink.

As they were trading places I began my protest. “No fucking way Fred. You know I don’t want this! Fuuuccckkkkkk!!!” He was already plunging his toxic raw tool into my hole. The other’s had stretched and lubricated it but his member, especially when fully hard, was much bigger than any of theirs. “God, I knew your hole would feel fantastic on my raw cock. And of course you want it. You told the last guy you wanted it, you told him to breed you.” “You fucking ass Fred! You know this is different, and you know I don’t want what you have.” I continued to protest. My mouth protested, my body and ass participated. Then my mouth stopped talking and started participating cleaning the cum covered cock presented to it. The mixture of three guys cum was tainted with the slight copper hint of my blood. They may not have been as big as Fred, but clearly, they had done some damage. Cock cleaned and taste enthusiastically enjoyed my mouth was free again. “Ok Fred, you’ve had your fun. And yes, before you ask, yes, you give an amazing fuck! your cock feels fantastic … oh …. fuck … you keep hitting my prostrate. Talk about pain mixed with pleasure. … oh yeah ,,, fuuccckkkk. But much as I love this you’ve got to stop ….oh fuck yeah … that’s it right there … oh yeah … right there.” “I’m confused, one moment you say stop but then you encourage me to pound away. Which is it?” Fred wondered. “Keep fucking me … oh yeah … just like that … fuuucccckkkk!!! But don’t cum in me.” “You let those other guys breed you and I didn’t hear you ask them any questions.” He never missed a beat as he spoke. “Fuuuccckkk mmeeee Fred … oh yeah, don’t stop, … oh fuuccckkk yeah!” “I’m getting close” he warned. “Don’t cum …. And for God’s sake don’t stop ….” “I can’t hold off any longer” He wasn’t even trying. “Keep fucking me, but don’t breed me. Fuck NO FRED, I SAID NO!” He was pushed deep into me unloading like a fire hose. “Why did you do that? I told you, I begged you not to cum in me. Holy fuck man, what have you done?” He planted a big sloopy kiss on my lips and pulling off to say; “I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long. Thanks bud.” “You are most certainly not welcome. Well, I mean thanks for the fuck, It was amazing. But you knew I didn’t want your cum!” By now I had forgotten we had an audience. That was until a big hairy bear walked up and presented his massive thick cock to my mouth. I was busy trying to manage the thing stretching my jaw and the argument with Fred had gone out the window. The crowd took hold of me, creating a human sling they directed my ass to the bear’s huge erection. Now, we all see those guys in bars that we want to have sex with so badly we’d give them a month of our wages for one night. This bear was my guy. I’d seen him behind the bar when we first arrived. Shirtless, dark tan, gorilla hair over his chest shoulder’s, back and arms. Thick beard and deep smiling brown eyes. Every inch of his massive being was drawing me in. He made sure he had my full attention and slowly motioned down to a dark tattoo almost hiding in the only closely cropped hair on his body. His bush. I could hardly make it out as he seemed to trace it, slowly it emerged and came into focus. It was a biohazard, poised right there above his massive toxic bat. Drawing my eyes back to his the squint asked without the need of a word if I understood. I cautiously and slowly nodded my head once. With one hand he used fore finger and thumb to make a hole, With the other he poked his fore finger through the hole a symbol I took for fucking. Again, his eyes were seeking permission. I slowly nodded. He motioned again to the tattoo. This was my chance to stop this insanity. I mirrored his hand signal with my two hands, pumping in and out a few times before plunging in deep and tightly grasping hold of the penetrating finger. It was now his turn to nod his head to indicate complete understanding. His raw cock head began to kiss my dripping hole. He leaned forward and we kissed passionately, mouth to mouth. His thick mushroom cock head breached my outer ring and I screamed with pain. He held steady until he could feel me pushing onto him with my ass. 2 inches, 3 , inches, a few deep breaths, 8 inches, 9 inches (my inner thought’s ‘holy fuck!”) 11 inches, 11.5, 11.75 (‘holy shit’) Finally it was all the way in, 12 inches, bottomed out and impaled inside me. The human sling, he and I all worked in perfect synchronicity to provide me the deepest wildest fuck I had ever received before. After a couple minutes of this heavenly treatment, I finally heard his deep base voice. “Are you already poz or on Prep boy?” (at sixty I love being called boy by my rugged top no mater what his age.) My voice was feeble, “Neither. I’m negative, and I’m not on any protection.” “But you know what my tattoo is about, and you motioned for me not to pull out. You know I’m going to knock you up? Right boy?” Me even more feeble; “Awe. Yeah … I guess so?” Bear to the human sling guys, “What do you guys think? Do I knock this guy up, right hear, right now?” They broke into a cheer and chant, “Breed him, knock him up! Breed him, poz his ass!” The bear was holding my face so I was looking him straight in the eye, he was demanding I answer. Quietly I almost whispered “OK”, his eyes demanded I expand on what I meant, “OK, cum in me.” I used a normal volume. His eyes glared at me, if smiling eyes can glare, and I knew I had to shout, “Oh Fuckin breed my negative ass already! Knock me up, give me every drop of your toxic seaman.” I had no sooner finished and he was buried deep inside me convulsing toxic spew up my ass like there was no tomorrow. Blast after blast coated my permeable gut walls.

Inside, it was busier than earlier in the day. Shadowy figures wandered the corridors, their faces lit up blue from the porn flickering on the screens in the booths. I could tell David was excited, and his eyes went wide when he saw an old man lying back on a sofa being sucked by a bald headed man kneeling between his hairy thighs. “Oooh...my!” He gasped. I thought their age and ugliness might put him off, but he was flushed and obviously turned on. “C’mon,” I whispered. We went deeper into the maze of corridors and booths. We had also attracted attention – young, fresh, meat unusual in this sleazy venue. Several men were following us and rubbing their stained crotches. We found ourselves in a dead end. A small room with a flickering TV screen and a round, PVC covered couch in the middle. A chubby old man was bending over the couch, trousers down, watching the porn and being fucked from behind by a skinny, middle-eastern looking guy. David put his hand to his mouth in shock. He had never seen a man being buggered before and he couldn’t take his eyes off the cock appearing and disappearing between the flabby buttocks. “He’s...he’s ...doing it without a condom!” He hissed in my ear. “I know,” I whispered back. “Exciting isn’t it? Slowly, I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock. David gasped as he saw me begin to rub it and looked at me in embarrassment but couldn’t help rubbing the bulge in his own crotch. The small area was filling with men now, old, sleazy, smelling of body odour. There was a sharp tang as someone opened poppers and passed them round. The aroma filled the space and I felt my heart race. David felt it too. “What’s that smell?” He asked. “Poppers. Something to relax you.” I replied as I pulled open his belt, undid his trousers and pushed them and his pants down. He moaned but didn’t resist as his short, stubby cock sprang up below a soft, round belly barely covered in hair. The bottle was pressed to my nose. I breathed deep and felt the solvent fill me with lust. I pushed it against David’s nostril and made him breath it. “Ahhh… what the…” He gasped and sagged against me. An old man fell to his knees and began to suck my cock. At the same time, the group closed in on David. Someone grabbed his head, pulled him forward and slid their cock into his mouth. “Nnnnoo...mmf” He moaned but he steadied himself against the man’s thighs and began to suck despite himself. I realised this was getting heavy. They were more interested in my cousin than me. Not surprising as I saw his ample buttocks pale and glistening with sweat as he bent forward. The middle-eastern guy stopped fucking on the bed. The cock he pulled out from the flabby bottom was wet and surprisingly long. The fat guy made way, and the group of men carried David with them over to the couch. “What...wait! Ian!” He gasped as he found himself bent over the couch, bare bottom upraised. More poppers were being passed round as the middle-eastern guy squeezed lube on his fingers. As he did so, I saw the black biohazard tattoo on his belly and he grinned at me as he applied the lube to David’s arsehole. “Stop...don’t!” Gasped David, but someone gave him poppers and he sagged on the mattress. I moved next to him and stroked his sweaty hair. “Take it easy, “ I whispered. “ It will feel good in a moment.” The middle-eastern guy dropped the lube, grabbed his cock and began to push the meaty head into my cousin’s bottom. “AHHH!...it hurts!” He gasped, but then the fat head opened him up, burst inside and the rest of the slimey cock slid up inside David. His cries turned to groans as the man began to slowly sodomise him. “There” I whispered. “Doesn’t that feel good?” “He’s...he’s not wearing a condom...what if he’s poz?” He gasped, but his body reacted to the thrusting cock, pushing back to meet it. “What if he is?” I said. “Do you want me to stop him? Or do you want his babies?” David sobbed in surrender. His hand sought mine. “ I...I..don’t want him to stop.” I squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Good. You will feel so sexy once it’s in you.” I nodded to the man and pointed at his tattoo. “Very good! Cum, yes?” He smiled and began to thrust more strongly. David gripped my hand and after a minute or two, his buttocks rippled as the man gave a low series of grunts and heavy jerks as he spurted inside the pale body bent before him. I watched the long, glistening cock emerge from David’s arsehole followed by a surprisingly thick drool of cum. He was panting heavily and flushed as he looked up at me with a mixture of excitement and shame. “What...what have I done...but it felt so good.” He made to get up, but I stroked his face then gently held his shoulders down. “Not yet, David. We’ve only just started.” I held some poppers to him and he sniffed it eagerly. An old, bald man dropped his trousers and underwear and eagerly got behind David’s sweating bottom. His veiny thighs had dark blotches on them and his cock was thick and greasy as he thrust it into the dripping hole. “mmmm….yeah!” This time David welcomed the cock up into his backside and I knew his corruption was complete.

With the prospect of a prolonged session in a private home, I found myself wanting to bring out a couple of my kinks that I rarely got to enjoy. First off, I put my leather jockstrap on under my trunks as I dressed for work, and then I stashed some items in a canvas shopping bag that I stuffed into the inside pocket of my work jacket. The weather was warm enough to not need to wear it, but I went with it anyway. The jock felt a little weird while I was on site, but it was fine and definitely doable for a half-day. I went with the guys to the pub as normal, and Bill and Sean were of course there, but I quickly found myself just wanting to get out of there. So, being a bit louder than I might normally be, I stood up with my jacket and announced I was heading off, looking over at Bill and Sean to make sure they had heard. They both still had a fair amount left to drink, but they got the message and started to speed up as I said goodbye to everyone. I headed out onto the street, lit up a cigarette, and then making sure Bill saw me through the window I nodded in the direction of their alley and started walking that way. I turned into the narrow lane, and then pulled out the bag from my jacket pocket. I reached in and clasped the big chain at the bottom, pulling it out and then setting the bag and jacket down on the floor. I looked at the chain, remembering how hard it had made me when I took the plunge and bought it while on holiday in Barcelona when I was 21. It was stupid really, but I had money in my pocket after my great uncle had died and left me something in his will, and I had always wanted something like this. A kilo of solid silver was more than I had dreamed of having round my neck, but I bottled out of ever wearing it regularly and now it had become just a sort of sex kink. I put it round my neck, loving the feel of the weight on me, and then I reached down and pulled out the two other items from the canvas bag. These were two wide and thick black leather wrist cuffs, which I loved putting on to divide my tattooed arms from my hands. I donned each of those too, and then pulled on my jacket despite the warm temperature so that the accessories were all covered up. I then peeked round the corner and saw Bill and Sean walking up the main road, so I lit another cigarette and waited for them to get closer before I stepped out, keen to avoid an encounter with any of the other construction guys who might have left the pub too. “This way” said Bill, pointing up the main road as they kept walking. I fell in step behind them, smoking my cigarette as I followed them a bit further up the road, then over and into the Barbican. They headed for one of the tall towers, and once inside we got a lift up to the 15th floor. They had one of the big corner apartments, and I was really impressed when we went inside. “Wow” I said. “Right back at you stud” Bill replied, making me blush. I took off my jacket to put on a hook by the door, and heard one of them whistle. “That is quite a chain” Sean said. I turned to them and grinned, and then sexily began to strip off my T-shirt as I rocked my hips. “Fuck me” said Bill, staring at my six pack. Sean stepped over to me and gently placed a hand on my solid torso, before running it up to my chest. He then lifted the chain to feel its weight, letting it drop back onto my chest before he ran his hand down one of my arms, squeezing my bicep as he went. “I would ask if you want a shower first” he said, “but you smell fucking incredible as you are.” “Thanks” I said. “You OK to get started right now?” he asked. “Yes please” I replied. I bent over and undid my boots, kicking them off before taking my socks off and stuffing them into the boots. I then pulled down my trousers and trunks, throwing them on the floor by the door. I stood up straight, and grinned as I saw the two of them staring at my nearly naked body, with just the leather jock and my accessories on my skin. “Bedroom” said Bill, pointing at one of the rooms off the hall. “Now.” I headed into the bedroom, which was bright and airy, and then climbed up on the mattress on all fours. I heard them getting undressed, and then both of them got behind me and took it in turns to rim and finger me. Bill then came round and climbed up on to the mattress to sit in front of me, his body looking a bit gaunt but his thick cock standing to attention. I leaned in to begin sucking him as Sean started adding more fingers to my hole, and then I pulled off when Bill opened a bottle of poppers. I inhaled some, then he did the same, before I took another couple of deep huffs. I settled back to sucking him, and soon after felt Sean’s cock at my hole. Holding my breath and bearing down, I allowed him to slide all the way in, and he started to piston in and out straight away. I moaned around Bill’s cock, my big chain swaying round my neck as I was thrust back and forth, totally losing myself in how amazing it all felt. Sean did not actually last very long before he blew that first load in me, and after a change of positions, I was cleaning off his cock as Bill stretched me open wider and began to fuck. Each inward thrust had me moaning, which only got louder as he began to pull all the way out and then push back in. Eventually it all got too much and I came in my jockstrap, the clenching of my hole also bringing him over the edge for my second breeding of the day. We both then collapsed on the bed, panting to recover. Once I had my breath back I hauled myself up, taking the tissue Bill handed to me to clean up my backside a little. He got off the bed and went off to the kitchen to make us some drinks, while I padded back to the hall to get my cigarettes. I pulled my trunks on over the jockstrap, and then went into the kitchen to see if they had an ashtray they wanted me to use. Bill got me a mug from the cupboard, and then I stepped out onto their balcony and took in the incredible views over London. Bill joined me out there, with Sean eventually coming out too once he had recovered. We chatted a bit as we drank some water followed by wine, and I had a couple of cigarettes. The sun was warm and there was only a slight breeze even this far up, so it was a really nice place to be. Sean started to get a bit horny again, and began to touch my abs as I leant against the concrete rail. Then he encouraged me to turn round, and began to stroke my buttocks through the trunks. I let him slip those off me, and sensing what was about to happen, I stepped back and bent over. We couldn’t be seen from anywhere, so I felt quite relaxed about being nearly naked again. Bill fingered my hole a little, then added some more lube. He stepped up behind me and pushed in, with no need for poppers as I was still quite loose from the first session. I knew to withhold any moaning though, as we didn’t know if any of the neighbours were also outside, so I just breathed deeply as he slowly pushed in and out of me. I heard the click of my lighter and looked over to see Bill lighting a cigarette, which he took one puff off and then handed to me, and I popped it in my mouth and just enjoyed the nicotine while I was being fucked. It was a long and gentle rutting, with Bill keeping me supplied with sips of wine and fresh cigarettes throughout, all while I took in the views and basked in the sunshine. Glorious. Sean eventually blew in me, before dropping down to lick me clean. Once he was done, we had a bit more to drink, before Bill put his arm round me and walked me back through to the bedroom. He got me to lie down on my back, and Sean got a pillow to put under my lower back to raise me up. Bill then took hold of my ankles and lifted them up, before waving his cock towards my hole. My years of crunches paid off as I was able to sit up a bit and use one hand to help him find and press into me, before I lay back and focused on bearing down on him. Sean put some poppers to my nose which I gratefully inhaled, and soon Bill was buried to the hilt and began to fuck. I closed my eyes as I lay there, loving how my afternoon was going, enjoying it even more when Sean began to gently rub my torso and chest, occasionally cupping and squeezing my pecs or just running his fingers through the grooves of my abs. Bill added the fourth load of the day, and then collapsed down on the bed next to me. I reached into my jock and rubbed my own cock, but Sean then reached over and slid his hand in to replace mine. He rubbed me gently for a couple of minutes until I came, adding to the mess in there. Then he too lay down on the bed, and the three of us rested for a bit in peace. The need to go to the loo got the better of me eventually, so I hauled myself up and walked into their ensuite bathroom to relieve myself. When I was done and had washed my hands, I came back into the bedroom to find both of them now sitting on the end of the mattress. “Do you have to go?” Bill asked. “No, not at all” I said, smiling at him. “I’m yours to use all day.” “Fantastic” he said, also smiling. “Would you, er…” Bill began, before pausing. “Would I what?” I asked. “Well” he said, “we have some friends who would love to come round and join in.” “Oh, you do, do you?” I responded, smirking. “Looking to pimp me out are you?” “Something like that” Sean laughed, “if you’re up for it.” “How many friends are we talking about?” I asked. “Anything from one to five” said Bill. “Your choice” said Sean. “Better make it five” I said, smiling. “You sure?” asked Bill. “Years ago I took six guys in one night at a sauna” I replied, “so would be good to beat my record.” “You big studly slut” laughed Sean. “Guilty as charged” I replied, grinning. The two of them got on with contacting their friends, while I went back out to the balcony and settled in to a chair to relax. This day was taking a real turn but I was seriously up for it, glad to finally be getting some action again. I sat for a bit before deciding I should let my landlady know I might not be home, so popped in to get my phone and decided to pick up a bottle of wine from the fridge on the way out again. I gave her a quick call saying I was staying out with friends and might just crash at their place, then poured myself a big glass of rosé and lit a cigarette. Sean was the first to join me, also pouring himself a glass. “They’re on their way” he said. “They’re going to love you.” “Hope I am worth the journey” I said. “Oh, you will be” he said, chuckling. “They’re going to be all over you.” Bill then joined us, and we sat and chatted about not much at all as we enjoyed the wine, the sun, the breeze and the view. About half an hour later we heard the buzzer from inside, kicking off twenty minutes of more men arriving. They were all a similar age to Bill and Sean, but a range of races and heights, and all were very friendly. The admiration for my looks, my body and my chain was nonstop, but I happily lapped it all up, and eventually allowed all of the new arrivals to have a feel of my muscles. After everyone had enjoyed a glass of wine, we relocated to the bedroom. All the older guys got their underwear off, some stripping completely naked, and I decided to lose the jockstrap as it was a bit sticky inside from the two loads I had shot in there. Everyone commented on my sizeable cock, and I had to laughingly confirm that I was indeed a bottom despite being pretty well hung. We were about to get down to business when the two guys who had kept on their T-shirts removed them, and I froze when I saw they each had a large biohazard tattoo on their chests. I then looked round the room, and suddenly realised that everyone else had slightly wasted bodies rather than them just being old. “You OK boy?” Bill asked me. “You’re all poz” I said. “Yeah” said Bill, “but you’re on prep, right?” “No” I said. “You allowed two strangers to breed you in an alley and you’re not on prep?” one of the new arrivals asked. “Fuck” I said. “That’s what we came to do” said another new arrival, resulting in a glare from Sean. “Sorry lad” said Sean. I stared at him, and then felt something click inside me. “Don’t be” I said. “You did nothing wrong.” Before anything more was said, I climbed up onto the bed on all fours and then arched my back, making it clear I was there to be fucked. “You sure boy?” Bill asked me. “Fuck me” I said. “I want you all to breed me. Send me back home pozzed.” “Are you really sure?” Sean asked. “Yes” I said. “Fuck it. Poz me.” “OK” Sean said, before nodding to the other men. They swarmed over me, and after some explorations with tongues and fingers, the first of the new cocks was pushed into my loosened hole. It felt fantastic, and I got even harder when I thought about it being toxic. Another cock was presented to my mouth and I swallowed it down, before a round-robin began as men kept swapping positions. I just remained on all fours, back arched, holes open, and mind blown by how free I suddenly felt as I let them use me. I was getting pozzed that night for sure, and I found it was exciting me. The realisation earlier had momentarily surprised me, but I knew I was where I was meant to be, doing what I was meant to do. I got taken in all positions, and with seven guys there my hole was never empty. If I needed a cigarette then I smoked it while bent over the railing or riding someone sat on a balcony chair, whilst a quick shower to freshen up was done with Sean’s cock buried inside me. There was some double-fucking later on, which was a first for me, and I particularly enjoyed when there was a round-robin with guys taking it in turns to have me rim them while another fucked me. My hole was wrecked, filled to overflowing with potent cum, and thoroughly satisfied. Things wound down in the early hours, by which point I was knackered after the early start to get to site. The five guests headed off to walk or taxi home, while Sean, Bill and I all took quick showers before collapsing into their bed. I slept between them, only waking when I could smell bacon cooking. I was alone in the bed but could hear noises from the kitchen, so I hauled myself up and padded in there completely naked. “Morning stud” Bill said. “Morning” I replied, rubbing my eyes. “Is it still morning though?” “Just” Sean laughed. A coffee was put in my hands that I happily started gulping down, and then BLTs were put out on the table that we all sat down to enjoy, me still in my birthday suit. I felt revived after that, and got up to get myself some water. I then leaned back against the sink and looked at them. “You really are just so fucking hot” Sean said. “Thank you” I replied, smiling. “You sure you’re OK with all this?” Bill asked. “Yep” I said. “Don’t care, so might as well enjoy myself.” “Good lad” said Sean. “You reckon it’ll take after last night?” I asked. “Maybe, maybe not” Sean replied. “Then I guess I better keep coming back here until it does” I said, smirking. “I guess so” Bill laughed. My hole was pretty worn out and they were both tired, but somehow we managed to get two more loads into me while I smoked out on the balcony before I decided I had better go. I rode home on the bus noticing how tender my hole felt, kind of loving the discomfort. I had allowed life to get in the way for too long, but now I felt young and free and eager for more.

I spun a yarn to my landlady about longer hours on site to cover for the fact that I started going round to the Barbican after almost every shift. I did have to be mindful of getting enough sleep to be able to do my job properly, so we kept it to one load from each of them on weekdays before I’d go off and find my bus. On the Saturday I just started skipping the pub completely and went a roundabout route straight to their flat, where I happily spent the afternoon and evening being available for an even larger number of guys than the previous weekend, albeit they came and went in dribs and drabs rather than it being an all-out gangbang orgy. The fuck flu hit me the following Thursday, and my landlady really showed off another side to herself as she swung into action to look after me. I managed to text Bill to let him know, but my landlady insisted on being the one to ring my foreman and tell him I had proper flu. She really was very sweet to me for those few days, what I can remember of them. Once I was in recovery the following Tuesday I struggled back to work, the foreman taking pity on me as I was still clearly under the weather and putting me on inventory duties. A couple of days later though I felt much more human, and was back doing proper work on the site. On the Saturday I went back to the Barbican flat, and Bill took me out to a clinic in Islington to get tested. He and Sean marked my conversion by fucking a few more loads into me that night. My fun times with them had never really been about chasing though, with the pozzing just being a happy side benefit. I continued to visit them frequently as I enjoyed both their company and the sex, particularly their ability to find a whole host of other men to use me at what were now weekly fuck-fests every Saturday, and they were becoming quite fond of me too. They eventually suggested I move in to one of their two guest rooms, to save me both the rent I was paying as well as the long bus journeys from southeast London, or at least for as long as I was working on the tower build. I jumped at that, and happily bid farewell to my landlady when I moved out, her battleaxe routine having returned completely once my flu was gone. Bill and Sean wanted nothing but my body in return for the room, and I had no qualms about such an arrangement. They brought me a good supply of other men to have fun with, and were also open to me finding my own guests occasionally. They particularly liked the vers couple in their early thirties who were fully up for taking loads from the older men while using my eager hole to deposit their own. I have made myself scarce on Sundays once out of bed so Bill and Sean can have some time alone as a couple. Sometimes I go to see my mum, sometimes I just get out and do something in London, and sometimes I’m up for a bit more fun and seek it out in a sauna or something. It all depends how worn out I am after whatever has happened on the Saturday, but I’ve become such a rampant cumdump that I’m usually able to muster up the energy for a few more loads. Increasingly I’ve been getting into anonymous stuff, with a sauna I’ve found in Hoxton providing me the opportunity to back up against a gloryhole to take whatever is available. I’ve even found a set of toilets in a park near my mum’s place that I sometimes visit for a load or two after before I get the train back to London. With more time and money, and a bit of encouragement from Bill and Sean, I got on with the inking of my back over many long, often-painful sessions. I had sketched the basics of the design I wanted, which the artist then translated into a final version. A mesh of thorns across the top of my back, it gradually transitions into a pair of snakes whose open fanged mouths look like they’re about to bite into a large, stylised biohazard symbol just above my buttocks. When it was finally done it looked fantastic, though Bill and Sean had been getting off on each addition as the whole design had been gradually applied. They marked its completion by surprising me with a pair of giant silver bracelets to complement my chain, with a B engraved on the inside of the lock of one, and an S on the other. My heart nearly exploded, but they assured me that this was as much for their benefit as it was mine, given how much they were still turned on by my big chain and wanted me to be wearing even more silver (and boy did they demonstrate how much it turned them on that evening). I now proudly wear my chains all the time, despite the ribbing I sometimes get from the guys on site. I’m not sure if I’ll stay with Bill and Sean after the tower is done, but it’s a pretty sweet arrangement for all of us and they have reassured me many times they like having me around. The Square Mile is also an easy place to start a commute to most other parts of London I could end up working at in the future, at least compared to the back arse of New Cross where I was before. For now, I’m not going to think too much about what’s to come, and just enjoy being me. Handsome, muscular, tattooed, slutty, blinged-up, pozzed-up cumdump Viking me. It’s ace!

The following Wednesday one of the concrete suppliers had a bit of a meltdown, and we ended up not being able to complete the part of the foundation we were working on. There wasn’t anything else needing doing, so the foreman said we should all just have an early finish with a warning that the Thursday could end up being longer if the supplier got its act together by then. Having not worked a full shift I was not as tired as normal, and I found myself wandering back up towards the pub. I looked in the window and saw Bill and Sean sat at the bar, with the place otherwise quite crowded. I took a deep breath, and then went inside and over to the bar. I got served immediately, and ordered a pint of beer. I looked over at the two of them as the barman got me my drink, giving them a little smile. I then sat down on a stool, got my phone out and started to look through Instagram as I drank my lager. I finished it quite quickly, then went upstairs for a piss. When I came back down I made eye contact with Sean and gave a him a little nod, before heading outside and lighting up a cigarette. I started walking slowly in the direction of where we had gone on Saturday, and they soon caught up to me. We talked a little bit as we walked about what had happened on site, and then when we reached the same spot I turned around to face them. “Same again boy?” Sean asked me. “Spit roast” I replied, causing them both to smirk. “As you wish” Bill said. I pulled down my trousers and trunks, but this time I clumsily got them off round my boots and chucked them on a nearby bin. Bill went around behind me and squatted down to rim me, whilst Sean undid his shorts and freed his cock. I bent forward, bracing myself against him as I tentatively took him into my mouth. I hadn’t sucked a cock in a while so struggled a bit with my gag reflex, but I eventually managed to swallow him properly. As I settled into doing that, Bill began opening me up with his fingers, before he started to push his cock against my hole. I pulled off Sean’s cock and asked for poppers, which he held out to my nose for me to take some big huffs as Bill slid his length into me. I took a few more huffs, then got back on Sean’s cock. Once it was down my throat again, Bill began to fuck. Man, it felt fucking amazing. They did not alternate this time, just settling into their roles. Sean pulled out of my throat a few times to prevent himself from cumming, and Bill just kept a steady rhythm going at the other end. I was back sucking on Sean when Bill began to noticeably accelerate, so I pulled back my head. “Breed me” I growled. “Going to” Bill panted. “Fucking fill my hole” I said. “Here it comes!” he yelled, before slamming into me. I felt his cock throb as he unloaded into my hole. No sooner was he done than Sean instigated a hurried 180 on my part, slamming into me as I bent forward to start cleaning up Bill’s cock. This fuck was urgent and rapid from the outset, and I moaned around the cum-coated dick in my mouth as I was pounded. It was only a couple of minutes before Sean added a second load to my willing hole. “You going to be back in the pub on Saturday?” Bill asked me, as I fumbled with getting my clothes back on round my boots. “Probably” I said. “You want to come back to ours after?” he asked. “Would be a bit more comfortable than here, and we could give you a few more loads if you stick around.” “You can smoke out on our balcony” Sean added. “Er, yeah, OK” I said. “Great” said Bill. “See you then.” They headed off without me, and I took the opportunity to use a couple of tissues I had to wipe up my backside before I pulled up my trunks and trousers. I lit up a cigarette and smoked it in the quiet of the alley, before then also starting back to the main road.

Part 11 While I walk into the locker room , where the other teams are waiting for their turn, I can feel cum dripping out of my hole. It leaves a small trail on my butt and on the floor. It's like the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale. You can see the path I walked, leaving cum spots all over. And it's not just me; Kayode has the same. When we enter the locker room , we don't say anything to the other teams that are still waiting to play , but we can see their eyes on us. Well, actually on our asses that are dripping. No questions are needed about what we took, I guess. The host walks us to some showers in the back of the locker room with instructions to clean ourselves. We both walk up to the showers and turn them on. Cold water runs over my head, down my neck and chest, to my filled-up hole, washing some cum drops away. It's a hall of showers, so there's no privacy here. I can see Kayode doing the same. He's washing his ass and is keeping the shower hand bar to his ass. He sees that I watch him. Damm, he is hot, I think to myself. Kayode really has a nice ass and body. The first team is almost done showering, but I hear someone walking up behind me. A hand is gripping my ass, and a finger touches my hole. There is a dripper... that hole took some. It is one of the guys from the first team, the 30-year-old guy. He pushes his finger deep up my hole and makes me shiver again. "Feels wet, just like your friend over there," he nods to Kayode . "Your speed has a price," he laughs. " Let him be," Kayode tells him. "There is enough cock and asses in this roulette game for everyone ." The player gets his finger out of my hole and watches while his finger is full of cum when he pulls it out of me. "Just wanted a taste," he smiles. With that, he licks his own finger clean, covered in my cum that was up my hole. I watch him in disbelief. Was that all up my hole? And even more still in me? I never knew I could take so much. And he just licked it up? Together with my ass juices? "Tastes good, might be a toxic mix," he laughs at me. The player walks away from me, and Kayode calls me to him. "Don't worry," he tells me, "those guys are dicks. Get your ass here; let's clean that hole up." I walk to Kayode and stand close to him. Watching his body is making me hard. My hand slowly touches his cock. I'm not thinking in any way of what that other guy just told me. I'm only thinking of that hot body of Kayode next to me. Glad you like me, he laughs. I grab his cock tight and let my hands softly play with it. His balls run through my fingers. He is built big. Is every black cock that big, I wonder? My hand is touching his body. Over his six-pack to his chest, I let my fingers rest on his nipples, slowly playing with them. Softly, I kiss Kayode. Damn, that boy can kiss. I turn myself to him with my still filled hole and press my ass against his crotch. Kayode starts to laugh. "Your ass is turning into a slutty breeding hole... that's nice, mate, but I'm a bottom, bro. So let's save the fun for the next part of the game and let me just clean that ass of yours." Fuck, I think to myself, but he is right. There is still one game to go. I can feel a cold shower against my hole. "Bend over, let's wash it ," Kayode tells me. My head is waking up again, and I bend a bit over. Kayode seems to know what he's doing while washing me. When he's done with me, I need to help him too, and I try to copy the way he did it for me. I wash his beautiful tight ass and remove all the cum that I can see. His hole looks really fresh again, ready for the next round. In 20 minutes, we are done, and we leave the shower to join the guys in the locker room again, just around the corner. We wait till all teams are back. The host gives us the scores again. We were not the fastest, but we did earn some points. Kayode is in second place on the scoreboard . I'm somewhere in the middle. Just one game left. The host calls us all together and starts to talk again. The next game is called blackjack . The rules are simple: get as close to 21 as you can. Bust it when you think you're close enough or no longer can take it (the host starts to grin ). You get points, the same as the number you have. It counts with the points you had earlier . If you exceed 21 points in this game, you get nothing. So think before you proceed with anything. In each large room, there are four spinning tables set up. You will lie on that spinning table. You are the dice yourself, if you know what I mean. You will be strapped to the spinning table on your back with your legs apart. Around you, there will be 12 tops. Each top has a number on it. You can give yourself a spin. You can push yourself off on the handles placed that are placed all around the table. The harder you push, the harder and longer you spin. The wheel you are chained to will turn... When it stops, the guy standing right beneath you, between your legs, is the number you spun. That guy has 10 minutes with you. There will be four tables in the room; we can't fit more in it. So, not all of you can play at the same time. Some have to wait a while. You can watch the scoreboard; your points will be added to the points you already have. The one with the highest score stays. If you drop down to second or even lower , we will escort you out. We thank you for participating in the game, and we wish you a good continuation of your holiday. Watch the screen; you are picked from the lowest to the highest scores. Damn. So... now I need to give up all control to a top. I have no say in whatever happens. Only my spin will determine which guy I'm playing with. I'm getting nervous. I'm not in the first round; there are players with fewer points. There is no screen, so we can't watch. We only hear moaning coming from the big room. It makes me even more nervous, but also excited. What and how will this game be, and what will it look like? I take a piss and have another drink while I wait. It takes some time, and some guys are being asked to follow the host into the room. I watch the scoreboard, and I can see points being added, but also guys getting no points at all, and guys dropping in the ranking. They are being escorted out, and a red cross becomes visible behind their names . Then I am up. I hug Kayode and wish him luck. It's not his turn yet because he is one of the guys with the most points. I walk into the room. One table is empty, and I'm being escorted to it. I can see other spinning wheels where guys are chained. Some look really wasted. Are they sick or just roughened up by a top? I can smell the odor of cum, piss, gag, sex, and sweat in the room. One guy has a red ass like a tomato. You can see handprints on him, and his hole is puffy and open. One guy is covered in fluids. If I have to guess, it's piss mixed with cum. I'm getting led to the wheel, and a helper is just cleaning it. "Sorry," he says, "it was a mess. Just cleaning it a bit for you." I can see the tops standing and smiling next to the wheel. They all have chains with numbers. Again, they are all wearing red shirts whit numbers, so I can't see any part of their chests. From some guys, I see parts of tattoos coming out of their sleeves. There are younger and older guys, but they all look rough. They all have shorts on, with, again, a zipper. I don't have to ask why that zipper is there; I already know that part from the first game. "Go ahead," the help says to me. "Take a place in the middle of the wheel." I climb on the wheel and sit in the middle. All tops are going around the wheel and me. I watch them closely, face by face, scanning their bodies and shorts. Some have a big, hard bulge in their shorts. photo of Jake on the spinning wheel. "Watch closely ," the helper says to me. All the tops have a number on their shirts. Those are the points. Get as close to 21 as you can. If a top is too rough for you and you stop, the game stops too, and you can't spin again. Just so you know. "Go and lie down now," the helper tells me. I do as I'm told and lie down on the spinning wheel . The helper ties my hands down on the wheel . "Spread those legs," he says. I do as I'm told, and they are getting bound too. "Okay, now start the game," while the helper walks away. Fast, I watch the other wheels, and I can see guys getting slapped and fucked. I guess that's what will happen to me soon too. I grab the handles and then push it hard. The wheel spins with me on it. It spins hard and for a long time. I get dizzy, and I'm not sure when and where it will stop. Now I know why some of the other bottoms look a bit sick. Slowly, the wheel slows down. I watch the tops' faces while I spin past them. They are laughing . Some spit on my face while I pass them. On my cheeks , on my body, on my mouth. The wheel stops. I'm dizzy as hell, so I'm not sure where or which guy it stopped at. I can hear some guys breathe in disappointment , but one guy clearly says, "He is mine for 10 minutes ." I can hear a click; my legs are being freed, but my hands stay locked on the wheel . The other guys take a step back, and I look up. My view over my body, past my cock, and there I see him. I spun number 12... jackpot... a big muscular guy, looks a bit Arabic in origin , bald with a short shaved head, a big beard, tattoos coming out of his shirt, a big bulge, and strong legs. He looks dark and mean out of his eyes. I swallow in nerves. photo of the guy whit number 12 I feel his strong hand gripping my feet, slowly moving across my legs to my upper thighs . His hands feel warm and rough on me. They are tight around me, though it feels really good. Slowly, his hands go up my upper thighs till I feel his fingers touch my cock and balls. My cock is starting to react and getting a bit excited . He grabs my balls with his strong, big hands and closes his hand around them. It feels so hot and warm. I really like the feeling. But then... he starts to tighten up his hands, my balls trapped in them. He tightens up fast and hard... he's ... he's crushing my balls. It hurts; it hurts like hell. I hear a scream in the room; my mind wonders from whom . Then I recognize it. It's my own voice... I am screaming. Screaming in pain because he is crushing my balls. The top slowly bends over me... "You don't need those nuts, as a fuck hole," he grins at me. "I am number 12 for a reason. I am the hardest over here. " And he crushes his hands again... "Fuckkkkkk. Aaaaahhhhhhhh , it hurts," and I scream again. He just laughs and then lets my balls loose . My balls feel crushed , red, painful, while the top walks around the table to my face. His crotch hanging against my nose. I can smell it, and his bulge looks huge. He opens up his zipper and gets his cock out. It has to be somewhere around 7.8 inches and is cut. He is semi-hard already. Open up that mouth, boy. I have 10 minutes and no time to waste. I open my mouth, and he just sticks his cock in, pushing it into my throat. I start to gag, but he does not pull back. I start to gag and cough up slime. It's all around his cock, leaking from the sides and dripping on my face. But he does not pull back and slaps my face with his hand instead. Don't be a pussy, boy; just swallow. I do as I'm told and try to get calm, sucking his cock into my throat. His cock is now wet and slimy from me gagging on it. and then I taste something . I feel a warm, wet sensation in my throat , a feeling of drowning and the urge to swallow. My body reacts, and I start to swallow. A warm fluid, tasting spicy... My eyes widen ... he is pissing into my throat, and I can do nothing but swallow... The top laughs at me; I just need to get rid of this and don't like it to be wasted. I like my boys dirty, and he keeps pissing in me. Beam after beam, I feel piss flowing down my throat and swallow it. I'll try to stay calm in my mind, but it's hard to do so. What the fuck is happening to me... I never thought of this... The top then pulls his cock out, still pissing. Out of my throat and into my mouth. I can now taste his piss really well, and still, I am swallowing it. The top starts to laugh, seeing this boy likes it. He even swallows it now when he can just purge it out. He then gets all of his cock out and starts to piss on my face and body. It's a sort of warm waterfall, hitting my naked thighs and down my body. I feel my hair wet and dripping, my body, my own ass and cock. He just pisses on me, all over. And I... can't do anything... but let it happen and try to enjoy... I can hear the other tops clap their hands, encouraging the top while they watch me. After some seconds, the top stops pissing. "I'm done pissing, slut," he shouts to me. He pushes his cock down my throat again. I can taste his filthy piss, but I clean his cock as much as I can. He gives a small slap against my face as approval and takes his cock back out again. Slowly, he walks to the other side of the table again, while I am still wet and dripping from his piss. He climbs on the spinning table, and I feel my legs getting spread. He pushes them over his shoulders, so my ass gets lifted. I watch his face and eyes carefully, while my hands are still tied down. My hole tightens up; I can't do anything while I lie here chained. I have to take whatever is coming, and I need to take these points. Meanwhile, my cock got hard from this threat, but my balls are still hurting. They might be blue as hell, comes across my mind. Then he gets his face down to my ass. I can feel his beard scratching across my hole and ass. His breath at my hole is warm; against my hole, I can feel my hole twitch a bit. A wet, warm, tickling feeling surprises me. He's licking my sphincter, his warm tongue pushing a bit in me. His tongue feels soft and tender, though the top is not tender at all. his beard scratching against my ass and thighs. pushing his tongue with force against me and trying to get a bit in. then the tip of his tongue does. I can feel it. his tongue going deeper and a warm, hot feeling comes over me. meanwhile I feel a finger coming in too, pushing against my prostate. I'm starting to moan; this feels so good. then he stops rimming me but keeps his finger in me, pushing against my prostate as he watches me face to face, deep in my eyes. a true bottom slut, he tells me softly. a tight, wet hole I enjoy, and moaning while I finger your hole, just begging for more, he tells me. then he pushes a second finger in, trying to open me up. I can only start to moan harder. here I am, moaning in bliss , with a top between my legs, fingering my hole. he is right, I want more; I want it all. He then gets his fingers out and pushes my legs up even more. He starts to sit up, my legs over his shoulders, and I can feel his cock against my ass. "See the clock above you," he tells me. "Five minutes left, and I'm going to use this time to take that ass of yours. You can watch the clock until it's time because I will take this time to fuck." He then sets his big cock against my hole. It still feels wet from the gagging before. But fuck, his cock swells up and he is huge. He grabs my shoulders, presses me down, and holds me. I can see his muscles tighten . And then... I feel a push... not a normal push, but hard, really hard. A feeling of pain shoots through my body, and my sphincter breaks. His cock just shoots up my hole like a racing car. There is no stopping, no grip on his cock; he just pushes real hard and my hole breaks for his cock. My anal walls are getting pushed to the sides when his cock shoots up. Pain , terrible pain in me, and a feeling of being filled up. Hard, I yell, " Fuuucccckkkkkkk!" There is no escape from him; he holds me and his ass is his. His cock rams up into me, and with a big slap, his groin slaps against my ass. He's in me, all the way. I try to get some air; I feel filled up, painful, scared, and so much more. But his cock does feel good in me. My hole is gripping his cock all over, from the base to the top, deep inside me. I can feel it deep inside, and I am honored . Painfully and hard, he starts to push and back down, fucking me like a wild animal. He's pumping my hole extremely fast. My mind and body do not even have the chance to register if his cock is in or out of my hole. His cock just slams in me, rubbing my prostate. The way he fucks me is the way I need. My hole burns, my sphincter tight around his cock. I can feel my sphincter getting ripped up. My legs on his shoulders and he watching me deep in my eyes. I can only moan and groan. The help walks up to me and holds a little bottle under my nose. "Sniff this, otherwise your hole will be ripped to pieces and your holiday might be over then. " All I can think is I'll do anything for some pain relief , so I take a big sniff. My head starts to spin a bit; I feel my mind and muscles relax. The pain in my hole fades away. I can feel pleasure, purely pleasure while the top ravages my hole. I feel him thrusting hard and deep, and I start to moan loudly from pleasure. The top grins . "There is the slut, like a real good slut loving my cock and loving his ass used." He only starts to pound me even harder. The time seems to slow down. I can feel his balls slapping hard against my ass while the top lowers himself on me. His beard scratching my body, over my chest and nipples , to my face and mouth. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth. I can feel his wet shirt from sweat wiping over my body, mixing with the remains of piss that I still have on me. I feel a huge sensation up my hole, like I never felt before. I am enjoying myself; I love his cock. The second he stops kissing, he spits in my open mouth, and I just let him. The I hear a bell ring. My mind is still racing, and I am watching my top deep in his eyes. "Fuck," he says to me. "Time is up," I hear a helper say. "Time for another spin... The"" data-pos="195" data-len="10" > " The top gets off me, my legs still open for him. He grips my legs and locks them down on the wheel again. I remain still for a few minutes. "Did ... did... did you cum?" I softly ask. "Nah ," the top says. "Too bad the time was up. I wanted to fill you up though . "What… What did you give me?" as i look to the helper. "Those were some strong poppers, boy. Just to help you relax. "Try to get your head back for a minute, and then we start again." I glance at the other tables, and I can see there are two new guys on the spinning tables. I guess I missed it when they walked out and were done with the game. Damn , I now have 12 points. Let's see how close I can get to 21. I grab the handles strongly and give them a strong push. I let myself spin again, round and round. The faces and crotches of the tops are spinning beside my head. Slowly, the wheel starts to slow down again and stops. I hold my head up and watch what number I spin. Number 4. That's a total of 16 points I spin. Number 4 laughs, and I watch him closely . It's a younger guy, I think 25 or something . He is thin, very slim; I can see clearly his shirt is too wide and his hips have bones sticking out. He looks like he is an addict or sick and wasted. I'm not sure why he looks like this. I can see his life is rough and hard, even when he is still this young. He has a nice smile . And damn, he has a big bulge in his underwear. It really sticks out compared with his slim body. photo of the guy whit number 4 The guy is starting to unlock my legs. His thin fingers touch my feet and legs. He is not wasting any time, and before I know it, I feel his hand discovering my ass. His finger pushes against my just-fucked hole. He's making circles with his finger on my hole, and it feels really hot. Then, within a second, his finger starts to push in. I can feel his thin finger up my hole, massaging my prostate . It feels hot. With his other hand, I can see him opening his underwear. A huge cock plops out of it. It is thick, veiny, and big. The top smiles when he sees me looking at his cock, while his finger is still in me. "All boys like my cock," he smirks. "So many holes have taken it, and yours is next." He then gets his finger out of me and pushes my legs apart. His cock against my sphincter. I can feel him already dripping some pre-cum or whatever else it is against my hole. The helper comes to me and is holding a bottle again. "You're a lucky guy," he tells me. "Again, you are going to enjoy a real big cock. So sniff it up and let your body relax." I take a big, deep sniff. Tears run in my eyes, and my mind fades away. At the same time, I feel some sort of pressure and a feeling of getting stuffed. It's the top. This number four is pushing his cock up my hole really slow. My sphincter just breaks and gives my inner self to the top. My hole is on his cock, his to use for the next ten minutes. Softly I moan while his cock goes deeper and deeper. Just in one flow and thrust, he pounds himself deep into my hole. I can hear myself giving a yell . Fuck , I huff. He is huge. I can feel his bony hips pressing against my thighs while his cock is deep in me. He lets me relax a bit and then starts to thrust. Fuckkk , dammmm. He goes deep and hard, I can feel his hips thrusting against me. Some hard slams; I bet he will leave some bruises. But my mind is still Flying, and my whole body is relaxed from the poppers. So I let him fuck me, with no hesitation and just a bit of faded-away pain. I feel his bony hips thrusting hard against my ass. His thick, hard cock deep in me. Damn, I love this feeling. "Fuck me," I moan to him, "fuck me hard. " The top hears it and starts to fuck me harder and rougher. The feeling is slowly coming back, but my body is all relaxed. I can feel my hole burning from taking his big cock. My hole is gripping tightly around his big cock. His balls are slamming against it every time he pushes deep inside me. His hands are placed on my chest, and I can feel his thin fingers touching me, playing with my nipples while he leans a bit over me. I follow his arms with my eyes. I can see pale skin, bones sticking out beneath his skin. Thick veins and small muscles appear with his intense pounding. The guy is giving me all he can. I can see blue spots on his arms. I'm not sure if those are from needles, from sickness, or from something else rough . My eyes follow his arms up to his bony shoulders and chest. He has no chest hair, and his chest is really flat and skinny, though his nipples are big and hot-nipples that should be sucked and played with. He is sweaty and keeps pounding as if it is the last thing he will ever do. Then I watch closely as he faces me . I can clearly see he was damn hot at one time; he still has that look. But time and life have taken a toll on it. His eyes are fixed ahead , not on me. He is just intensely fucking me, doing his job as a top and not caring about me at all. What happened to this guy? Somewhere in his 20s or 25, looking that rough and thin. Slowly the feeling in my body is coming back, and I can feel him fuck me more intensely . I can clearly hear his balls slapping hard against my ass and his hip bones smashing into me. It hurts every time he pounds me, his cock thrusting deep inside me, pushing my limits . My hole can't get any grip on his cock; it feels slippery. Is it all pre-cum? I feel some pain deep inside my hole, but I guess the worst is already done. I clearly hear the guys around the wheel supporting the boy. "Fuck him, fuck him, breed him, cum in that man's pussy”. The guy responds, "I will, I will fill him up..." and he starts to pound even harder. Pain shoots through my body, and the help wants to give me another sniff. Just before I take a sniff , my mind races and thinks , "If I am indeed the last fuck of this boy, let him enjoy and let him fill me up." So, with that, I scream to him , "Fuck me, give me your cum, load me up..." I can see the boy laughing at me and nodding . Then I take another sniff. My body immediately reacts to it , and my sphincter just relaxes . I feel the guy pound me way more easily, and with this, he can push even a bit deeper. His cock is rubbing my prostate, so my body responds, and I am really hard while he is fucking me. My balls are hard, but every time he pounds back into my hole, I can feel them bounce. I start to moan loudly , just like the top. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'm yours to use... I love this, I love this ... fuckkk..... I feel a sort of electric impulse through my whole body, and I start to spasm. I feel wet drops hitting my body, face, and mouth. My mind is going crazy, and I don't really understand what these drops are yet. My body is spasming so badly, and the pleasure is unbelievable . Just a few seconds later, I hear the guy moan hard... here I come, here I come. He pushed deep inside me, and in my hole, I can feel his cock swell up. He is swelling so damn big; it feels like he is bursting out of my hole any second. Then I feel him spasm, and I feel a hard tickling sensation deep inside me. He is cumming in my hole, deep inside me. Load after load, he is shooting deep into me. He does not pull out or anything; he is just keeping his cock deep so he shoots all of it. My mind is slowly coming back. We came at the same time... He shot his load deep in me, so I keep it forever. His DNA deep in my hole, with whatever he has. And it was my own cum, shooting on my body, face, and mouth. Big cum shots dripping around my mouth. The guy is tired and crashes on my body. His face near mine and his mouth on mine. He starts to lick my lips and chin. He is licking my cum off me, getting it in his mouth. He is making a show of it, showing me and the guys next to the wheel that he has my cum in his mouth. And then he swallows it... He smiles, still with a nice fresh load, he softly whispers to me and kisses me. He gets back on his knees and stands up. His big cock pulling out of my hole. He is still a bit hard, and I can see cum drops falling from his cock that he just pulled out with him . It looks... yellow... what the... I think? The guy smiles again. "Now you might get this too," he points to his yellow cum. I'm too tired to panic, and my body is still in a trance from shooting my own load and getting one at the same time. I just look at the cycling till the time on the clock is done. Ten minutes are over. I need to keep going, I think to myself... I catch my breath and grab the handles again. I spin again. It's not as hard as the first two times, but enough to make at least three rounds. The wheel stops again, and I watch. I have 16 points, and now??? Fuck . I spun number 12 again, and he is just laughing . "Hi there again," he laughs at me, "back for a second ride to finish it?" I can only nod, thinking that I just lost... 16 plus 12 is 28... I'm way over 21. The guy is getting between my legs again. He is already hard from the show that number 4 gave. He pushes his finger deep and rough up my hole and massages my prostate. My cock responds again and is getting hard. "Perfect , now you're willing again," he laughs. "That hole is so slippery and wet. Mmmm . I'll take my part of it, and I will massage number 4's cum even deeper in you. I might even get some of what he has," he laughs to number 4. Then he pushes his cock against me. The help is coming with poppers again. But the top is waving him away . "This boy doesn't need it. Have you seen his cummy hole? He can take it without now." With that, he pushes hard up in me. My hole can't resist anything, so he just pushes deep in me. I feel him slide deep in me. He is right, I can take it. I feel some pain, but I love it. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. He looks deep in my eyes and then I whisper to him , "Fuck me, fuck me hard. My hole is hungry for your load..." The guy (number 12) starts to pound me. Three times softly, and then he just rams it into my hole. It's like a beast destroying me . He keeps ramming it deep inside me. My body just shakes when he pounds me. My back hurts against the wheel, but I don't give in. I let him have me. the guy is moaning load, wile his body pounds me and is sweating like hell. i bend a bit forward so i can kiss him, wile he is using me. his beard tickles on my chin. our thongs find each other and we keep kissing wile he is pounding me hard. i have put my legs on his shoulders so he can fuck me even deeper. and he dous... While we kiss, I softly moan in pleasure. His cock is rubbing against my prostate, so this fuck feels like both pain and pleasure. I can feel some cum from number 4 leaking out of me, lubing his cock and balls. I hear wet smacking from his balls against my hole. This has to be the cum of number 4, dripping onto his balls. These sounds echo around the room. I feel so slutty and hot at the same time. While he kisses me, he sometimes breaks the kiss and just spits in my mouth. Thankfully, I swallow it. I can see in his eyes he likes to watch me swallow it. He lets out a big growl and looks deep into my eyes. "Shall I pump my load up there with the load of number 4?" he asks me. "So your hole will be flooded and know its real meaning." I nod. "Please sir, please ." I need that. He keeps fucking me rough for half a minute and then just rams his cock deep into my hole. Further than he was before, and I feel a sting of pain mixed with the feeling of getting filled up. He starts to shiver, and I feel his cock getting hard and thick deep inside me. "Cum in me," I yell to him. I just spoke those words out loud, and I can feel it-cum spraying deep in my hole. Wet , warm, sticky shots deep inside me, shot after shot, while the guy moans loudly . The guys around the wheel start to applaud . He stays in me for a while, panting and sweating . Sweat is dripping from his beard onto my face and mouth. Some drops I catch with my tongue . His shirt is wet with all the sweat . I wish I could rip it off him, but my hands are still tied up on the wheel . Still 5 minutes left, a help call . The guy nods. I feel his cock in me getting softer. "I'm not done yet," he laughs at me. "You take all of me; you're a hole, nothing more, nothing less." I feel a sharp, warm pain in me. It feels like I'm getting filled up with some sort of liquid. It feels hot, wet, and it is hitting my prostate hard. The guy smiles.... "I'm filling you up with my piss." My eyes widen . Is he... is he... pissing in my hole? I feel dirty, but at the same time, a sort of electric shock goes through my body. He is pissing against my prostate, so it feels heavenly at the same time. I start to moan loudly . The feeling, the piss, it just keeps going. I moan loudly, and then my cock and body start to spasm again. I'm cumming.... My load shoots out of my cock, over my belly, while he keeps pissing into me. A mix of intense pleasure, dirty, warm, hot, and sluttiness washes over me, but I keep shooting my load. I can see the guy grinning at me while he keeps pissing against my prostate, even when after some 5 shots, I'm done. The intense feeling... fuckkk, I moan, while my body keeps spasming . Slowly, the feeling is getting less. The guy stops pissing in me, but he leaves his cock in me. I'm done, slut... he laughs and bends over to me. He kisses me deeply, his beard scratching against me again, but I love it. I think I love him for opening this world to me. I never knew it could be this hot. Welcome to the world of dirty fuck sluts, he laughs, and I can only say thanks. I can hear now the beeping of the alarm; the time is up. It's done, I lost, but got two cum loads in me. He gets his cock out while his fingers move over my body, collecting my cum. His fingers are full of it, and he holds it at my mouth. He does not have to say anything; I just open my mouth and start to lick his fingers. I taste my own cum, and I swallow it. He turns around and walks away from me, out of the room. I stay there for a few minutes. As I look around me, other bottoms are on the wheel, then when I started, help comes up and starts to untie me. "You lost," he tells me, "you went over 21 points." He helps me up; I'm still a bit weak and soft in my legs, so he walks with me to a locker room . Here, I can take a shower. I'm all alone in there, and even the help walks away. I get under the shower, and I feel the water running down. I have an urge to push. No one sees me, so I do. A waterfall of piss, cum, anal fluid, and some blood is pouring out of my hole, falling down on the ground and getting washed away with the water of the shower. I watch it flow over the ground into the shower pit. I stand there for a few minutes; my mind is turned off and slowly coming back . What did happen? What did I do? But I did like it. I feel an urge to get more. Is this the new me? I think it is. Well , I think I'm getting more understanding for Kayode and Leroy now. I am becoming a bit of a cock slut myself here these days in the hotel.

This story is definitely in the same vein as some of my others, so hopefully won’t come across as repetitive. Credit where it’s due, inspiration came in part from this excellent short story: Closeted Construction Worker Goes Raw & Gets 19 Poz Loads ————— I had finally landed on my feet a bit, when the two years of temporary work with one of the big construction firms turned into something semi-permanent one when they won the build contract for a new office tower in the City. Regular work in a single location for at least a couple of years, meaning I wouldn’t be on the verge of the dole queue every single day. It meant early starts six days a week, but I could cope with that. It was a huge crew, and not having a specialism yet I was moved around different activities at the site quite a bit so never got to know any of the other guys much, but there was still a pub scene after the earlier noon finish every Saturday. In some ways it was easier not to be in a gang of regulars, as I could just meld in as one of the guys without anyone ever asking too many questions about my home life. Though I’m sure I’d have been fine coming out, particularly being 6’3” and muscular, I preferred to not have to bother. The closest two pubs were closed on Saturdays, but there were another couple hidden away off London Wall that stayed open until the mid-afternoon, getting some locals from the Barbican for breakfast followed by various construction crews at the end of their working weeks. We alternated between the two venues, until one of them got a bit claimed by a load of guys working on a different project meaning we tended to go to the other one. It was definitely the lesser of the two, with toilets badly needing a makeover or at least a proper clean, but it was also cheaper so that was something. We only tended to stay out for a couple of pints, though sometimes more depending on who was there. A few weeks in to the work, as we sat around a couple of small tables with our drinks I noticed two older guys at the bar who were taking it in turns to look over at us for extended periods. No-one else seemed to have seen them doing this, whereas I couldn’t stop checking if they were still gazing at us. I recognised the looks of desire on their faces, and found myself getting quite distracted by it. This got even worse when I made eye contact with one of them, as after that whenever I glanced over they were looking right at me. I got a smile from them whenever we made eye contact again, which made me both flustered as well as eager to look again. I knew what they wanted, and as I made my way through a couple of pints I grew more and more interested. Opportunities to get some action were few and far between for me, not only because the woman I rented a room from was a bit of a god-fearing battleaxe, but also because I rarely had the energy to go out somewhere else to find it. I was always done in on weekday evenings, and the lunchtime beers usually knocked me out on Saturdays. Sometimes on a Sunday I might go to a sauna in the afternoon, but I usually just found myself catching up with laundry or going back to Essex to see my mum. The prospect of having some fun before the post-beer drowsiness kicked in on a Saturday had never really occurred to me before. Guys started leaving the pub, and as the last few of us finished our beers, I said I needed to use the loo and then call my mum so they may as well head off without me. This did the trick, and once the last of them was gone I took the final gulp of my pint and then got up to head for the toilet. I glanced at the two older guys as I passed, and then went up the stairs to the gents. As I expected, I had barely started pissing when the door opened and one of them came in, standing at the urinal next to mine. He was not at all subtle when looking over at my dick. “Nice” he said. “Er, thanks” I replied, quickly finishing up. “You looking for some fun?” he asked, as I squeezed past him to the sink to wash my hands. “Yes” I said, looking down as I rubbed in the hand soap. “Our place or outside?” he asked. “Outside” I eventually said. “Great” he replied. “We’ll meet you out front.” Then he slid past me and back out the door, having never actually used the toilet while he was there. I finished washing my hands, and then paused to look at myself in the cracked mirror. I was fortunate to be happy when I looked at my reflection, not in some self-worshipping way but more that I thought I looked just fine, got told I was handsome by people all the time, and mostly took good care of myself aside from a couple of vices. Some guys at one of my first longer site jobs had started calling me Viking, because of my height, muscles, blond hair and ginger beard, and I had actually quite liked the nickname. When I started to get tattooed, I went for Viking-inspired designs that now extended down the lengths of both arms. I was hoping to start getting my back done soon too, though I hadn’t figured out what I wanted there yet. I gave my hands a quick dry, and then went back downstairs. The older guys were still sat at the bar finishing their drinks, so I headed outside onto the street and lit up a cigarette (one of the vices). I was just finishing up when they emerged, so I stubbed it out on an ashtray attached to the pub wall, and then started following them as they headed up the street. They turned down a narrow lane, and then again into an even more constricted street. This took a couple of turns, and then came to an end under a concrete walkway connecting two towers. When I caught up to them they gestured towards a very secluded gap down the side of a building, and I had a brief moment of thinking this was unwise before remembering I could easily take them both if they started any funny business. “So, hunky boy, what are you into?” asked the guy who had come up to the toilet at the pub. I hesitated, nervously lighting up another cigarette, before deciding just to say what I wanted. “I’m a bottom” I replied. “Great” the other one said. “Well, get those trousers down then.” I put the cigarette between my lips, and then undid my work trousers. I slid them down to my ankles with my trunks, and then stood up straight. “Bill, you go back there and get him ready” said the guy from the toilets. “I want a bit of that mighty cock first.” While Bill went behind me and squatted down to begin rimming and fingering me, the other one squatted down in front and began sucking my cock. It felt incredible, and I just closed my eyes and puffed on the cigarette as they serviced me. This only went on for a few minutes, before they both stood up. I turned around and leant forward against the wall, stretching my legs as wide as I could with my trousers round my ankles and then bending them quite a bit, given I was so much taller than both of them. “The slut wants it bad” Bill chuckled. “You want some poppers boy?” the other guy asked. “Yes” I replied, taking the bottle that was passed to me. As I took a couple of huffs a lubricated finger was pushed back into me, followed by a second and then a third. These were then pulled out, and replaced with the delectable feeling of a spongy cock. I took a few more huffs as I bore down, letting the dick sink into me. Whichever one of them it was immediately started to thrust back and forth, electrifying me as my prostate was rubbed. I suppressed my natural urge to groan by just panting as I was fucked. “Sean, give me a turn” Bill said. The man from the toilets, who I now knew was called Sean, pulled out slowly. Bill then pressed his much thicker cock into me, and I got back on the poppers to help me accommodate him. I could not help but groan for the first few thrusts in and out, but soon got back under control and just breathed through it. The two of them then alternated back and forth for the best part of half an hour, using my hole just the way I liked it. Sean was the first to breed me, and then as Bill fucked himself to orgasm inside me I took one hand off the wall to rub my own erect cock so that we ended up erupting at the same time. After Bill slid out of me one of them stuck their face in my hole and felched me for a minute, and then I pushed myself off the wall, pulled up my trousers and stood up straight. “Great arse you’ve got there boy” Bill said to me. “Thanks” I replied, smiling. “Anytime you want it fucked, you know where to find us” Sean said. I lit up a cigarette, and then glanced between them as I exhaled. “Anytime?” I asked. “Yep” Sean replied. “For a prime piece of meat like you, we’ll always be ready.” Being bred twice in an alley and talked about like this was seedy as hell, but I kind of liked it. “OK” I said. “Will keep that in mind.” “You do that” Bill said. We walked back up to the main road, and then they turned and gave me a little wave as they set off towards the Barbican while I veered off to Moorgate for my bus. Despite the felching I could feel a bit of cum dripping out of my hole, and it was only at that point that it occurred to me I really should have asked for condoms to be used given I had failed to keep up with my prep prescriptions. Still, that one moment was the only time I thought about it, before getting distracted when I saw a bus was coming and I started to run to catch it.

(continued) The next thing I knew, right in front of me he leaned forward and stuffed his tongue in my uncle’s mouth and grabbed his crotch. My uncle returned the kiss and then it was too much to resist. I leaned forward to begin a threesome. Now, after the drinks at the reception and shots of whiskey, with a raging hardon, I reached over and began to tweak my uncle’s nipples. He reached over and swiftly popped the top button on my jeans. The only one with a shirt on, I quickly stood and removed my shirt. As I did this my uncle stood and pressed himself into the blonde. I couldn’t resist, I dropped to my knees, pulled the blondes boxers down and began to service him. The sweet salty taste of his precum coated my tongue. While gorging myself on the young wrestler’s thick 8.5” thick cock, with my right hand I unbuttoned the jeans of my uncle and as his jeans fell to the floor he stepped out of them revealing his massive 9” man cock. That meat, which had ravaged countless holes in the dungeon, was now staring me down. It was mine for the taking. Pivoting my head, I let the young stud’s cock slip from my mouth and opened wide to swallow the main course. While stroking the wrestler tool with my left hand, with my right I massaged my uncle’s well-worn cock in and out of my mouth making sure my tongue swirled around as much of the shaft as my mouth could take. While they kissed I continued to switch back and forth between the two tree trunks. Needing a breath, I stood and reached for the whiskey, this time straight from the bottle. I took a slug and passed it to the young jock and then my uncle. Going commando that night, I stood and stripped from my pants. As I began to lick my uncle’s rockhard chest, biting his nipples, the wrestler placed the whiskey bottle on the kitchen table, turned for the front room, and quickly returned with a bottle of poppers.

Part 10 There I am , standing in the locker room , with my jockstrap on. I loaded up my hole, scored 3 points, and received a special prize that has not been explained yet. I'm standing next to my fellow bottoms , waiting for a second game. Some are celebrating their scores, some have no points at all, and some, like me, are still a bit overwhelmed... This feels damn good, right? My black friend Kayode starts to chat with me. I love to pleasure my guys and work for some cream. It is in my name, my parents gave me; he laughs . Congratulations on your points and your special prize. I bet the hotel has something really good in mind for that. I nod, not really knowing where this will lead. Sweat is still dripping from our bodies. I take a towel to wipe myself off, including my butt. I can smell his cum on the towel. A helper comes in and has some drinks with him. Here you go, you all get a drink until the room is prepped for the next game. I'm not really thirsty, but I take a sip. In the corner, there is a digital scoreboard. We can see the scores from the other building too. I am the only one who got a special prize. Whatever, I think…. it has to be something good, if I’m the only one getting this price. What can go wrong now? We stay for another 20 minutes in the locker room when the host walks in. "Okay, guys, the rooms are ready." This game is called "Memory." The game will be played in pairs. Other hotel guests (tops) joined the game, so there are more tops now. The VIP players don't participate; they had their fun. I'll explain the game to you. This game will take place in two rooms: the main room you just were in and a small room on the opposite side of the room's entrance. In the small room, there is a chair with a dildo on it. One of you has to take a seat. When he takes the seat, it will show a color on the screen with an order to suck or fuck. The other guy has to enter the big room. There are 15 glory holes; pick one and follow the order: fuck or suck it. If you take the matched hole with the color, a ball drops in the small room. Only in the small room you can see if you took the correct glory hole. So, run up and down… and be fast… Remember the colors of the matched holes. You can switch places any time you like, as long as someone is on the dildo and one is running up and down to the glory holes. Watch out for the dildo... it is loaded. Each time your teammate takes the wrong hole, the dildo will pulse. Sometimes, it shoots. It shoots a cum load that's collected in the box under the chair. The cum load is a mix from multiple men, just so you know. Your game will take a maximum of 15 minutes. If it takes you longer, you will lose the game, and you get no points. The team that has the fastest time gets 6 points; we have 6 teams, so each team behind that will get 1 point less. The VIPs from round one have matched you guys. Now watch the screen... As I watch the screen, I see matches being made. To my disbelief, I'm matched with my new friend, Kayode. Damn, perfect. He is fit as hell, so we should be fast in running to the other room. We are team 2. Team 1 is taken by the host, so we stay behind. We can't watch them, so we have no info on how fast or the points they make. I grab another drink while waiting. I don't have to wait long, though. The host comes back with team 1. They smile but do not say anything. Team 2... are you ready? I nod, put my glass down, and start to walk to the host. I follow him to another small room. In the middle, there is a chair with a big red dildo in it. Under the chair, there is a black box with a sign on it that says "Cumbox." It leaves no imagination about what's inside . On the wall, there is a screen. It has a live camera stream to the other room. A wall of glory holes and cocks hanging through it. All different forms , shapes, colors . Some are cut, and some are uncut. Next to the screen, there is a screen that says "color." It is not turned on yet. I guess this will only turn on when one of us takes a seat on the big red dildo. Under both screens, there is a ball machine connected to the screens. I guess those are the balls that drop if we score. The game will start in two minutes. So, decide who will start on the dildo and who will run up and down the room. The one on the dildo should pay attention to the screen and try to remember. You will see the colors of the glory holes that the bottom uses. If you remember them quickly and correctly , you can save time. The host now walks away and leaves the room. So, okay. Uhhhh. Who will take the place on that dildo and who will run? I say to Kayode . "You run," he tells me, "I'll take place on it. If I think I know where a color is, we switch places, but fast. It will be like you pound yourself on it, so the other one can run." "Okay, let's do that," I tell him while Kayode is getting his ass over the big red dildo. I can clearly see a hole in the middle of it, where the cum might spray if we choose the wrong glory hole. I see a countdown on both screens. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...start." A pink color starts to glow with the sign of "fuck." As quickly as I can, I run out of the room and enter the room on the other side, the big main room again. I can smell the scent of cock and sex. The dimmed light allows me to see just enough in the room. I can see 15 glory holes with cocks hanging through them. Shit... I think. This is a sort of lottery. I don't know anything, so I just have to plunge myself on those cocks, hoping to get a right color. I'll start with the first glory hole. It's a thin cock, but long, hard, and hanging a bit to the right side. I turn myself around and set my ass against it. I plunge myself onto it. Damn. Mmmm. This cock fills my hole up good. It goes deep and stretches me. I stand there, trying to get used to it. But nothing happens. Oh fuck, I needed to check in the other room if this was the right one. I pull myself off that cock , and I can hear a plopping sound. I run back to the small room where Kayode is still sitting on the dildo. The dildo is pulsing. "Wrong one... wrong one, this one is green," he yells. "Go back, go back." I run back down into the bigger room. I grab the second cock, a big thick one, uncut and hanging a bit down. I plunge myself onto it again. Ohhhffff this stretches . I plunge myself to the base and can feel the cold glory hole smashing against my ass. I pull back fast again and run back to the small room. Kayode is still sitting on it. "Wrong... fuck," he moans. The dildo is pulsing again. "This is light blue... run back, Jake... just do all 15 and get back here." So I see all the lights... I'll try to remember... I run back into the big room. Okay, I think. All cocks and all lights, we have to win this. So I grab cock 3 and plunge myself back onto it. I'll leave it deep in me for a few seconds and then pull it out again. Then cock 4. Damn, that one is huge... it's a big black cock, cut, hard, and a bit to the left. This has to be at least 22cm. So I set my ass against it and then push... fuckkkkk. It fills me up; this black cock stretches my hole, through my second hole and beyond. Tears form in my eyes . My hole burns, and I can feel my insides gripping it tight . Damn, fuck. He is huge. I can feel my hole rip a bit. I stay put. I keep it in me for a few seconds and then pull out again. Fuckkk, now I feel empty. His cock glistens in the dim light, from my hole juices. I don't have the time to think and grab cock 5 and just push my hole real fast onto it. It shoots up my hole, but it is no way as deep as that big black cock. I can feel the tip thrust a bit, up my hole. Yummmm. But as fast as I plunged my hole over this cock, I pull it out again. Next cock, and I run over to cock number 6. I do this with all 15 glory holes. My hole is stretched , a bit ripped, wet with fluids and maybe some pre-cum, and I run back to Kayode . When I enter the room, I can hear him moan; the dildo is pulsing in his hole. But not only pulsing; it shoots a load up his hole... I can see cum dripping out of his hole. "Fuck fuck," he moans... this is huge... fuck, these are big loads. I can feel it deep. Kayode's eyes are huge while the dildo keeps shooting loads up his hole. It is almost like there is no end coming to it. Cum keeps dripping out of his hole, dripping on the floor. In the meantime, I see that one ball has dropped under the screen. 1 of 5. I can hear Kayode getting quieter. It's done, it's done. He whispers, trying to catch his breath. The dildo stopped pulsing and shooting. Fuckkkk. All these loads in his hole. Did I pick the right spot to run to the glory holes? But I just plunged my hole into 15 strangers' cocks. "Switch, switch," I hear Kayode . While a gray collar appears on the screen with the sign to suck. I know where this one is. He stands up and runs out of the room. Now I have to take my place on the dildo. I can see cum running down the dildo, mixed with his ass juices. What shall I do? But I don't really have a choice. So before my mind really knows what is happening, I take my place on the wet, juicy dildo. A mix of cum and kayodes ass, enters me. Im getting a part of kayoed in me, together whit cum from strangers. I can feel it enter me deep, and the screen turns on again. I can see Kayode running into the room, picking a cock and starting to suck it. A ball drops down, and the dildo stays quiet. He picked the right one. A new color starts to burn, green. I know where to find this one. This is the first glory hole. The sign of sucking appears again. Kayode runs into the room, and I jump off the dildo. I'll get this one. I run out of the room and see Kayode taking his place back on the dildo, just before I run out of the chamber. I take the first glory hole and suck that cock deep into my throat. I can taste my own hole still on it, but my mind just screams, I have it, another point. I run back to Kayode, and we switch places again. He is not sure about this one, but it has to be one of the last 5 glory holes. I put my hole on that dildo again while the screen comes on again. 3 points, still 2 to go. I can see Kayode pushing his ass against one of the cocks and then... the dildo starts to move. It starts pulsing into my hole with some big, hard thrusts. Wrong one... Kayode runs back and sees me moaning on the dildo. He does not ask but just runs back. I see him on the screen while he just pushes his hole on all 4 cocks. The dildo pulses hard into me and then... I feel it. I feel it shooting up my hole. Too many attempts, so it fills my hole with a mix of cum. I moan, tears running down my eyes, I scream ... fuckkkk dammmmm.... I'm getting filled up, deep. The dildo shoots with huge power, load after load deep inside my hole. It is not soft at all; the dildo really thrusts hard and a lot, so I can feel it in me. Fuckkk my hole.... my hole is getting bred. Meanwhile, Kayode came back into the room and is watching the screen while I am moaning on the dildo. He sees the other color and runs back into the room. I missed it, too busy with the pulsing and shooting dildo in my hole. Just as the dildo calms down, I see Kayode taking the last cock, and the last ball drops down. The time stops at 9:26 minutes . Kayode walks slowly back into the room . We did it, he smiles, while I am still sitting on the dildo. the dildo stopped pulsing and shooting. But it did shoot against and beyond my second hole. I feel like I am cum marked, there is no way I can get all of that out, and do I even want that? It feels like it is were it belongs. It makes me feel filled. The host walks in. Good job, guys. We have noted your times. Now the other teams play, and we set the scores. Follow me please to the locker rooms. He watches me... you can come off that dildo now... I'm still sitting down on it. Fuck, he's right. I could have already gotten off it. I stand up. I feel the dildo dropping out of my hole. It feels slippery. My hole closes when the tip of the dildo comes out, but still... I can feel some wet cum spots slipping out too, dripping on the floor. You can wipe your ass off in the locker room, the host smiles. Come on... start walking...

I spent the rest of the day only half paying attention to any of the conference. Went to the speakers and did the usual small talk crap. I kept thinking back to that morning when Mark’s cock throbbed and flooded my hole with his cum. My ass still throbbed now and then and twitched at the idea of what he might have in store for me. Every time I thought of his statement my cock chubbed up. I figured I would use the lunch break to sneak up to my room at take a rest and make sure I hadn’t leaked through my suit. As I was crossing the lobby to the bank of elevators I saw Mark coming in from outside head the same way. The doors opened and I went in quickly hoping to not have to ride up with him. Just when I thought I was another person stepped in pausing the doors from closing and Mark and the stranger joined me. I turned and faced forward with Mark to my side and the stranger in front of us talking loudly into their phone about some random topic. Stranger got off on 3 and we were left alone. As soon as the doors closed Mark turn to me and, grabs my chin and stares in my eyes and orders me to strip and get on all four on my bed once we get to the rooms. As soon as he touched me my cock got rock hard and my knees went weak. How could he have such power over me in so short a time. We walked to our separate doors and went in. As soon as my door closed I started ripping off my suit and tie. I couldn’t get the clothes off fast enough wanting to have that thick uncut cock in me again, I was on all fours and waiting when I heard the door open and felt him approach. A bottle of poppers was thrown near my head and I grabbed them willingly and started taking a hit as I felt his hard cock pushing against my hole. Before I exhaled He grabbed my hips and thrust into me in one go. Taking my breath away he started slamming into my hole. Fuck he felt so good in my ass. His jack hammer pace and the waiting all day had the effect of making me into a slut. Slamming my ass back on his cock. I could feel his sweat dripping on me and his thrust were coming more erratic. Suddenly I felt my own cock responding and my ass hole twitched and clench as my load shot out onto the bed bellow me just as I felt his cock spasming in my ass dropping what felt like a huge load. Just then I heard Mark say “Wow you are a fucking slut waiting to be bred aren’t you” Except his voice was coming from the communicating doors not from behind me……

I just stood rooted to the ground as he disappeared into the ensuite, followed by the sounds of the shower starting. Holy shit. Why the fuck had I not insisted on a condom? Why the fuck was I no longer on prep? Why the fuck was my dick getting so hard? “Are you poz?” I asked, when he re-emerged, his skin glistening wet. “Yes mate” he said, before vigorously rubbing his short, jet-black hair with the towel. “Riddled with it” he finished, as he lowered the towel leaving his damp hair sexily tousled. “Oh” I said. “You on prep?” he asked. “No” I said. “Probably should be mate” he said, grinning at me. “Yeah” I whispered. “Anyway” he said, rubbing the towel under his groin before chucking it on the floor, “I want to fuck you missionary this time.” I knew that the chances increased with multiple exposures, and yet I still found myself climbing onto the bed, lying down on my back, and then lifting my legs in readiness. He got on the bed too, pushed my legs back over me with one arm, and then used his other to get his cock to my hole so he could start pushing in. The only lube I got was what was left in me from before, plus the remains of his previous load, but I bore down on his dick and soon he was fully in me. He leaned forward as he released my legs from under his arm, and I spread them out around him. He gave me a grin, and then began to thrust in and out. Despite knowing what I was now taking, I was rock hard and totally his to use. Virtually the whole time his eyes were locked on mine, and I somehow held his gaze as he fucked me. His green eyes were hypnotising, so despite the intensity of him staring at me, I did not want to look away. With each thrust in and out of me, waves of both pain and pleasure rippled through my whole body, but unlike our first fuck downstairs I stayed silent. He had not been vocal downstairs and nor was he for this second rutting, the effort of fucking me only evident from his breathing. It was absolutely the most intense sex I had ever experienced. He fucked me for quite a long time, before eventually accelerating towards his final thrust into me, unloading a second poz load deep within my hole. Feeling his cock throbbing inside me - and knowing what it meant - sent me over the edge, and without ever touching my cock I spontaneously blew over my stomach. He broke our uninterrupted eye contact to look down at the cum dripping out of my cock, then looked back up at me and grinned, while still breathing heavily. “You liked that, huh?” he asked. “Yes” I panted. He stayed in position for a couple more minutes, before slowly pulling out of me. He pushed himself over onto his back next to me, and I lowered my legs to the mattress. We lay there for a little while, neither saying anything, before he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed with his back to me. “Need a piss and a cigarette” he said, getting up and padding off to the bathroom. As I listened to him peeing, I hauled myself up as well, noticing how wet the duvet was from a combination of sweat and cum. I didn’t care though, and just focused on grabbing a couple of tissues from the box on the bedside table to wipe up what was dripping out of my arse as well as my own load from my stomach. I then slowly pulled on my shorts, and sat back down on the end of the bed. The stud emerged a moment later, shaking his hands dry before grabbing his own shorts and pulling them on. I got up and headed for the door to go back downstairs with him following me, and we were soon outside smoking a couple of cigarettes. This time we stayed out there in the sun, other than me popping inside to get two bottles of cold beer from the fridge, and we began to quietly chat as we enjoyed the drinks and a couple more cigarettes. I found out he was called Damian, he was 23, and while he was clearly an expert top who liked to take charge, sometimes when drunk or high he liked to bottom out and get loaded up by any man who happened to be around. This was how he had got pozzed, which he didn’t really care about and actually liked how free it helped him feel. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave, nor did I have anything I was planning to do, so I just let the afternoon and evening play out on his terms. That involved going upstairs again so I could lie on my front while he fucked a third load into me, ordering in some Deliveroo to eat in the garden with a few more beers, and then moving back to the sofa where I rode him in a couple of positions to get load number four into me. After some quick showers we went out to the supermarket on the main road to get in some more beers and cigarettes, and then load number five was fucked into me as I was bent over the kitchen table. A prolonged break for drinks outside followed, before we moved upstairs, he got me on my side, positioned himself behind me, and then slid into me for a long and gentle sixth breeding. He remained in me as we fell asleep, and I woke at some point in the early hours as he gently began thrusting into me again to deliver a seventh dose of his toxic seed. Somehow he mustered up an eighth load into the morning, with me on all fours on the mattress groaning like a madman. Then, with a quick shower and a cup of coffee, he was gone. I spent part of Sunday researching my options for PEP, resolving to go to a clinic first thing on Monday to sort myself out. Yet, when it came to it, I faltered and allowed myself to get distracted with some client emails. The time ticked on, and at around 10.30am I could not help but give myself a clean out and then stick in a buttplug, unsure if he would be at my door later that morning. Of course, shortly after the bin lorry pulled up, my doorbell rang and there he was, grinning as always. I was soon bent over the stairs with him ramming into me, before getting down on my knees to clean up his cock once he had unloaded in me. That visit to the clinic never happened, but the bin crew breaktime routine was repeated throughout that working week. “You got plans tonight?” Damian asked me, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday. “No” I said. “Cool” he replied. “OK if I come round later then?” “Sure” I said, smiling at him. This time my fridge was fully loaded with beers and ready-to-eat food, and I picked up a few packets of cigarettes as well. I left piles of tissues and packets of lube all round the house, and put a pile of clean towels out on the bed for him to use if he wanted to shower. When he turned up again around 4pm, grizzling slightly about having been sent off to finish another crew’s round, his grin returned as he saw how well prepared I was for his visit. He rewarded me for my efforts with a really great fuck on the sofa, and then we settled down outside for a couple of beers. He was relaxed and chatty, and I started to realise that he actually kind of liked me, being genuinely interested when I talked about my life or work. He never pushed the poz conversation, though was happy to answer questions about what it was like converting or whatever. He told me he was closeted at work on all fronts, but outside of that he was open about it all, including with his mum and brothers. He lived alone in a bedsit near the waste depot, being a bit vague about why he wasn’t still living with his mum, particularly as his hookups were always at the other guy’s house, in a club, or out in some woods or equivalent. I was a little taken aback when he said I was the only guy he was hooking up with at the moment, having assumed he must be finding fun elsewhere after his shift, but it turned out he was doing some extra work with a mate on some landscaping most afternoons to earn a bit more money that left him knackered by the evenings, so his late morning visits to me were currently his whole sex life. We went upstairs after that, so he could shower and then take me doggy style on the bed. When he blew inside me he collapsed forward, and I splayed down to be lying flat on my front with him on my back. He didn’t pull out, instead just lying there getting his breath back. Even when he had calmed down he stayed there, and then I felt him start to nuzzle me a bit. I moved my head to give him better access to the side of my neck, and he started kissing and licking my skin more deeply. After a few moments of this he gave a tentative push forward with his body, and in no time he was thrusting into my cum-filled hole again while he continued kissing my neck. With his weight on me, my hole sending out waves of pleasure, the soft tickling and kissing on my skin, and his heavy breathing close to my ear, I closed my eyes and began to feel like all there was in the universe was him and me, something I had never experienced even in the two significant relationships I’d had in my twenties. This continued even as he blew in me, and only ended when he started to lift himself up and pull out. I just laid on my front as he went to take a piss, basking in the afterglow of an incredible fuck. “You get me so fucking hot” he said, as he came back out of the bathroom and stopped to look at me. “Likewise” I replied, turning my head to face him. He gave me a big grin, before indicating it was time for a cigarette. I wearily hauled myself up and threw on some shorts, and then we went downstairs and out to the garden, stopping briefly to open some beers. This time we just sat in silence in the garden, sharing glances and smiling at each other occasionally, with him reaching over with his foot to gently rub mine at one point. Then we were back inside, and I bent over the kitchen table and wiggled my arse at him as seductively as I could manage. He came up behind me and pulled down my shorts, and then surprised me by squatting down and planting his face between my cheeks. He gave me an expert rim job that had me holding a hand over my mouth to stifle the moans, and then he was standing back up and pushing into me. As he gently fucked me he rubbed my back, and I arched it while often looking back at him as he thrust in and out. Feeling so ludicrously turned on, I then reached for the cigarettes on the table, popped two in my mouth and lit them, before passing one back to him. This was my house, and I wanted to smoke with this sexy fucker while he gave me what I needed. He looked so hot with the cigarette perched between his lips, his facial expression reflecting the focus and effort he was putting into reaming me out, and I also seriously got off on the nicotine high I was experiencing while I was fucked. I think he sensed I was about as turned on as I ever had been, as he paused quite a few times to prevent his orgasm so he could make it all last longer. Once he finally lost control and his load was deposited, he went over to the sofa to collapse rather than back out into the garden. I got us both some beers as well as a saucer for an ashtray, and sat down beside him. It was only when he spoke that I realised he had deliberately remained indoors so we could talk about something he maybe sensed I might be reluctant to address in potential earshot of the neighbours. “You didn’t go on prep, did you?” he asked. “No” I said. “I meant to get some PEP on Monday and then see about the other stuff, but ended up douching and plugging myself so I’d be ready for you again.” “It’s probably too late now” he said. “I know” I replied. “So you OK with me pozzing you then?” he asked. “More than OK with it” I said, realising the truth for the first time as I spoke it out loud. “I want you to convert me.” “You sure?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I guess I’ve only just realised it, but I like that you’re not just breeding me but also giving me something extra.” He reached over and gently laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it a little bit. “Good” he said. “‘Cos I want to keep fucking you.” “Yeah?” I replied. “Yeah” he said. He sat still for a moment, before leaning forward and putting his beer on the narrow coffee table. He reached over and took my beer from me to do the same with it, and then he swivelled his body up and over mine so he was straddling my lap facing me. He looked down into my eyes for a moment, before slowly leaning in. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine, and allowed him to lead as he began to kiss me deeper. I put my arms behind him and rubbed his back, and then ran one up to behind his head so I could pull him in tighter. Our dicks were hardening as we kissed, but we just kept at it for quite a long time rather than giving into the need to fuck again. Eventually he pulled back, and just stared down at me again. “Fuck” he said. “What?” I asked. “You” he said. “You was supposed to just be some lunchtime head.” “I was?” I asked, smiling at him. “Yeah” he said, “but now I just want to take you upstairs and fuck you all night.” “Then get to it stud” I said, winking at him and eliciting another of his intoxicating grins. Aside from some breaks for food, drink and cigarettes, that’s what he did. In every position imaginable, he impaled and fucked me, adding load after load of poz seed to my welcoming hole. Our mouths were often locked together as he railed me, and I came hands-free several times from the thrill of it all. Throughout Saturday he stuck around, with sex, naps, and even some cuddling on the sofa in front of Netflix filling the time. I got to enjoy watching him do press-ups, crunches and other exercises on the kitchen floor a couple of times, and also found out how much he enjoyed being rimmed. Late on the Saturday as we prepared for a pre-sleep fuck, he took my cock into his mouth and swallowed it, starting to show me that he was willing to take as well as give. He didn’t leave until late on Sunday morning, and I took to my bed to catch up on some sleep once he was gone. When I woke up, however, I was sweating and a bit unstable, and immediately knew what was probably happening. We had exchanged mobile numbers before he’d left, so I just sent him a text message with the emojis for sick and biohazard, before collapsing back into bed. I was woken early evening by my doorbell, and after a lot of effort I made it downstairs and cracked open the door to see Damian standing there with a big rucksack in one hand and a Tesco carrier bag in the other. I opened it wider to let him in, before I slid down onto the stairs. He dumped his things in the hallway before helping me get back upstairs, and once I lay down on the bed I passed out.

Part 2 Back home by rage had fully subsided. Carl was having an early night as he flight was at a crazy time in the morning. I was chilling with a glass of wine and a TV in the background but paying no attention to what was on. Instead I was on my phone searching for random gay cruising listings. I search hit came up for the “Hit and miss toilets” in the park by the river. Reading the comments it seemed like it was very active up until summer last year and now not so much. Next was to check out some of the hook up sites and apps to see who was around. I purposely avoided Grindr as I was scared that the first profile I’d see on it was Carl’s and I had to keep my focus away from that. After about an hour of a mindlessly scrolling, searching and getting distracted by porn I found some more obscure sites. One was dedicated to finding guys into bareback sex and another one was to share stories of ‘POZ encounters’. Its not something that had ever turned me on but reading the stories in the fiction section got my dick hard and my heart pounding. I even took a blast of poppers whilst reading. Some of the encounters were just mind blowing. I was so horned up by the stories and light headed with the wine I created a profile on the barebacking hookup site, took and uploaded some pics then added a slutty message to my profile text. Even though I have a respectable city job I’m in shape with a lot of running, cycling and weights. I’m no adonis but I’m kinda pleased with my lean build, furry chest and muscular but round ass! After about another 30 mins of checking out various guys (none of whom were nearby) I was getting frustrated by the lack of attention. So I upped the stakes by creating a party listing: “Married Bttm hosting this weekend. Anon. No load refused”. No sooner had I clicked the submit button I must have fallen asleep on the sofa as the next thing I knew was Carl kissing me on the forehead and saying goodbye. I crawled into our bedroom and fell asleep again. Waking up I had the mixture of guilt and horniness. Carl had sent me a message wishing me a good day and how he’ll miss me. My phone also had the barebacking site still open. To my surprise there were over 30 messages! Admittedly several of them were automated pic sharing notifications but still this was more attention than I’ve had in years. There were about 8 requests to join my party listing. Its as this point I decided that I did want to go through with this. I accepted requests, messaged a few of the guys and got several back in return. It was approaching lunch so I took a long shower to ensure I was fully clean outside and in. My favourite mix of porn, poppers and wine helped relax me and get me in the mood. My stomach was in knots as I sent the first guy my address and his immediate reply was “Cool bud, see you in 25mins”. That time passed by so quickly as son enough there was another buzz on my phone “Parked up, let me know when you’re in position”. It took me a moment to comprehend the message then I remembered in my listing it said anon. Not wanting to disappoint I quickly closed the blind, stripped to my jock, unlocked the front door and waited face down on the bed. A simple “Ready” was all it took and seconds later I heard the main door open. Another blast of poppers settled me down as the guy entered our martial bedroom and placed his hands on my hips. “My my my that ass looks even more delicious in person” “Thank you, sir” “Sir… I like that… are you going to be an obedient boy for me” I just made a sound to convey my agreement The guy was older, out of shape but looked well endowed by his profile pics! His hands went to work massaging my back and neck. Commenting on my tension and trying to get me to relax. His tongue was exploring my body and then reached my hole. The way he rimmed me deeply was amazing. Id never had someone eat out my ass like he did. His beard stubble acting as a good sensation against my ass cheeks. A finger with lube was inserted and my hole got worked and loosened “Ready for my dick?” Again I just made a sound. I couldn’t speak as I was just thinking about my husband, how I should be using a condom, how I shouldn’t be doing this at all. So I just lay there. The head of his dick went straight in to my hole. His thickness was amazing, it felt like I was being impaled but I had no desire to push him back. Only the tip was inside me and already it felt unlike any other fuck I’d had. Without hesitation he thrust the rest of his dick inside and began to work my ass. I squirmed, clenched and tried to focus on my breathing to accept this dick by man it was tough to take! He just laughed and told to me relax. “Enjoying it?”, he exclaimed “Oh very, VERY much, Sir” “In that case lets take it to the next level” And with that the ramped up the intensity and started to absolutely bang my ass. There were so many times that I almost asked him to stop but before I could there was a grunt and he just shouted “Fuck yean man” at which point I knew he’d shot his load inside me. He wasn’t waiting around but I had to turn over to get a look at him. “Um thanks man” “No, thank you! That’s one amazing ass. And you look cute face up. I want that ass again…. And soon” He gathered his clothes, dressed and left. My head was spinning. Had I just let this random guy fuck me and I didn’t even think about asking for a condom? He was hot though, a great top, nice build and a cute scorpion tattoo on his hip. My ass was aching after that workout but I knew I wanted more so I reopened the barebacking app to see who else was interested in my extra martial party…

This is a true story and takes place back in 2013. I was a horny 20yo just getting started fucking guys and up to this point, I always fucked safe but I'd always had this primal urge pump my load inside a tight hole. I had just gotten back from vacationing in Dominican and hadn't cum in 5 days and was super horned up. I posted an ad on craigslist and within a few hours this older indian daddy hit me up. He was double my age, 5'9" slim/avg build. didn't care for many details aside from "do you fuck??". We chatted a bit more and eventually made plans to meet later that afternoon, I knew I was gonna breed this slut. I rolled up to his apartment around 3PM, punched in the buzzer code and was on my way up to the 12th floor. As I approached his door, the lock clicked and door slowly squeaked open; he had been watching me through the peephole. He stared at me for a good 10 seconds before finally uttering "Sorry, you're so young!". I figured he was just nervous, chuckled and told him it was cool and proceeded inside. Turns out, he had a huge fetish for silky basketball shorts and immediately dropped to his knees and sucking my cock through my shorts. He led me to the bedroom, pulled my shorts down started teasing the tip of my cock. He then worked his way up, pulled up my shirt and started sucking my nipples, my cock stiffened rock hard and started leaking. Without warning, he suddenly engulfed my cock in his warm wet mouth and swallowed every drop of precum that came out. We then proceed to bedside table (and to my dismay) he pulls out a condom and lube. While he was lubing up his hole, I put a few shots of lube in the condom before rolling onto my cock. He laid on his back and I slowly slid inside his hole. I start pounding him and he started moaning like a bitch in heat, but I couldn't feel a thing through that condom. I pulled my cock out and because of the lube inside, it began to slide off. I repeated this a few more times until the condom was barely on the tip of my cock. I positioned my cock carefully and with one final push, fucked the empty condom into his hole. I could now feel his warm wet hole wrapped around my raw cock and wasted no time in pounding him like the bitch he was. I started getting close after a few minutes and with one final push, I buried my cock deep inside as I exploded 5 days worth of cum inside him. During this time his moaning intensified and he started screaming "Oh my god, it so hot". I pull out and innocently ask "Oh no, where is the condom?", but he didn't seem to care. Instead he was like "Woww you cum so much! Im pregnant now" . Suffice to say, we never used condoms again on our future sessions

A few years ago I met a fuck buddy introduce me to being shared with other men. I was hooked and loved it right from the start. He loved watching other men breed me and genuinely enjoyed organising multiple men to use me, before meeting him I've been in a 10-year monogamous relationship, so this was my first introduction to this kind of thing, yet I became hocked. I think he could see I was a pig deep down and after the first time he shared me with a few other men. It became something I enjoyed and did regularly with him. One time he took me to a sex club and watched multiple men Breed me while I was in a sling in a dark room. Every time he shared me with men, it just drove me to be more of a pig and I just wanted to be shared more. Yes, I enjoy one on one, but now I just crave being shared and I wondered what that is and we're the Urge comes from. Outside of the bedroom, I come across as a straight laced gentleman but I also had and up bring you in the Mormon religion, and I often wonder if the suppression drives this.

Yesterday on my way home from work I stopped by the park. I saw an older black guy that I have played with pull up. He is about 7.5 uncut. He has bred me a few times so he knows I will service him. We were walking along the trail to fine a spot to play and another black guy walked by us. He was at least 6’3” really built wearing a tank and short shorts. My pussy instinctively opened up and I wanted him in me. I asked the old guy if he knew him and he said yes they have talked some but they were both looking for the same thing. Pussy. He said “do you want me to have him join”? I was like fuck yeah! He called the guy over and we all went into a special place that I have that is private. When everyone is there for the same thing you don’t make small talk. Both men pulled their cocks out and I assumed fag pose 1 by getting on my knees and sucking them both. The big guy was big. At least 9.5 and really thick. The old guy was surprised at my ability to deep throat the big guy so easily. It’s from many years of training. lol. The older guy was driving everything. He told the big guy to get in my hole. I had some lube on me so things would go smoother. I got out my poppers and started huffing away. The big guy eased into me like he had been there many times. The older guy took my throat and both started to fuck. As a bottom it’s an overwhelmingly good feeling to know you can service to men at once. The older guy started to pick up the pace and ended up shooting a load town my throat. The older guy asked the big guy if he was close and he said no it usually takes him a while. I don't mind hearing that. lol. The older guy stood there and fed me the last few drops of is seed while the big guy pounded away. After a few minutes the big guy flooded me with his precious seed. We all exited and started to walk back to the parking lot. It was about a quarter mile so we talked. The big guy said how impressed he was that I could take him so easily. That made me feel good. The older guy said how he would like to take the day and both of them take turns using me. We all knew that probably would not happen but it’s nice to think about. I hope I see them out at the same time again.

Been lingering on this site, craving a place to really spill what’s been happening to me lately. I’m a cumdump bottom in NYC—new here but definitely not new to being used. I’ve been on a rampage of raw hookups, both in the arcades and on the apps like Sniffies and BBRT. No names in this tale. Just raw truth—or maybe it’s a fantasy? Either way, the hole doesn’t lie. This isn’t some week-long story. This all happened in one day. Just one of many lately. I’ve been getting seeded nearly every day, sometimes multiple times, chasing that next high and that deeper stretch. My body doesn’t even flinch anymore when it’s opened—it just welcomes the next load. This day started with a lean, hairy otter type. Turns out he’s usually a cumdump bottom like me, but that day he needed to unload. He was tender, rubbing my precum on his cock, savoring every part of my body. He fucked me deep and close—moaning, locking our legs and arms together, breathing into me with every popper-soaked thrust. He bred me twice. The first load was thick and heavy. The second took longer, but he kept at it, sweating and frothing, eventually pushing it deep again. He even told me if he’s ever too flooded and needs to unload, he’ll hit me up. That kind of connection hits different. Later that same day, another top showed up—completely different vibe. Big uncut cock, thick, perfectly curved, heavy balls. He went straight for my hole, eating me like he was starving. Once he realized I was already loaded from earlier, he got even more aggressive, pulling me onto his face to suck me clean while we both huffed poppers hard. While he ate me out, I kept his thick cock in my mouth, teasing his head, stroking his balls, both of us locked in that high, slutty zone. Eventually, he flipped me over and bred me exactly the way I need it—deep, slow, locked-in, but also rough and focused. He really got off on breeding his load inside me. When he finally came, it was everything—balls deep, locked inside me, cock pulsing and shooting until I could feel it pooling inside. I begged him to stay in, and he flexed inside me, milking every drop before slowly pulling out so nothing spilled. He told me we’d definitely be doing it again. Honestly, one of the hottest tops I’ve taken all year. Perfect cock, filthy breeding mind, total popper pig, and my hole fully approved. Even with his size, I wasn’t sore—just glowing, buzzing, and fully surrendered. I’m sharing this because I know some of you feel that same hunger. Maybe you’re a top who’s aching to seed a cunt like mine. Maybe you’re another cumdump chasing that next thick load to push you deeper. Either way, I love connecting with others who understand this craving. Hit me up if you want to swap stories, confess your needs, or just vibe on that addicting need to get used. I’m always open to hearing about your last load.

I left him there and went in search of some excitement of my own. A small, very old man encouraged me into a booth with a big glory hole. He was sucking a big, dark cock sticking through the hole. As I stood there, he tugged at my belt. His meaning was obvious. I undid it and pushed my trousers and pants down. He grinned, held out a crumpled tube of lube and raised an eyebrow. I took it and smeared some on my arsehole. “Ja!” He whispered. “Komme!” I accepted his invitation, turning and presenting my rump to the glory hole as he stopped sucking the dusky cock. He grabbed it and directed it between my cheeks. I heard the man on the other side grunt in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to push it in me until my buttocks were against the stained wood and he was thrusting in and out. The old man stood up and patted my head and stroked my cheek as the thrusts became more urgent in my arse. “K...komming!” Gasped the anonymous man fucking me. I felt his cock swell and throb as he spurted and the old man patted my cheek happily “Ja...dass ist gut, eh?” I stood up and the cock slid out of me. He pushed me aside and fell to his knees to clean the cock with his mouth. There was a roll of paper towel in the corner. I used some to wipe off the cum then pulled up my clothes and went in search of David. I found the booth where I had left him. A large, Turkish looking guy was leaving, tucking a dripping cock back into his trousers. He grinned at me and put his thumb up before disappearing into the gloom. Inside, David was lying face down over the couch. He was completely naked and I saw his clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor. As I got closer, I saw his bottom and thighs were smeared with lube and cum which also puddled the floor beneath his arse. He was sweaty and sobbing silently as he lay exhausted on the pvc couch. I touched his head. He turned and saw me. His face was flushed and tear stained but he smiled at me. “Oh..”He whispered, “It’s you….there have been so many…” I stroked his matted hair. “Are you ok?” He smiled again. “ Yes..I think so...it was lovely to feel them inside me...but what have I done?” I lifted him off the couch and hugged him. His little cock was stiff between us. “I guess we are both sluts, after all.” I said standing back and rubbing his soft, round belly.“ And probably pregnant now, eh?” He went pale, but his pink tongue licked his lips and then he blushed and nodded as I fondled his little prick. “I’m so excited, Ian.” He gasped and his hand swept over my arse through my jeans. “Do you want to fuck me David?” He blushed. “Yes please.” I turned and dropped jeans and underwear, bent over the couch and offered him my bare bottom. “You won’t need lube,” I said “It’s wet up there already.” He got behind me and I guided his cock into me. It was small, but smooth and stabbed eagerly into me. It didn’t last long. “Oh..oh Ian...it’s cumming!” He gasped and I felt him shudder and jerk as he spurted up me. When he’d finished, I kissed him and we cast around the booth to gather up used tissues to clean ourselves up before dressing. “Lets go and get a drink” I said. We passed the booth at the entrance and saw a nervous young man handing over some notes. “I haven’t been before.” He said, swallowing hard. The guy ignored him and he stepped inside. We looked at each other and smiled…..

As the beat-up pickup truck rumbled down the dirt path leading to the secluded farm in rural Pennsylvania, Jake felt his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The two truckers who had picked him up at the grimy truck stop had already given him a taste of their rough, dominant ways, and he knew the night ahead would be one of the wildest he had ever experienced. He had been craving this kind of depraved attention for a while now, his youthful rebellion and desire to push boundaries driving him to seek out these types of encounters. Ah, Jake, the 24-year-old hairless twink with an insatiable appetite for the seed of muscular, hairy older men. His journey to the rural farm in Pennsylvania with these raunchy truckers was a culmination of his deepest, darkest desires. These men, with their rough, unshaven exteriors and depraved appetites, were the embodiment of his sexual fantasies. They had met under the neon lights of the truck stop urinals, where the scent of diesel mingled with the musk of sweaty men and the promise of filthy encounters. The farm was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle of New York City that he was used to. The only light came from the moon, casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated barn that loomed in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of manure and sweat, a potent mix that sent a shiver down his spine. The two truckers, their faces obscured by the darkness, cackled with glee as they led him into the barn, the door creaking on its rusted hinges. Inside, Jake's eyes had to adjust to the dim, flickering light of the barn's single bulb. When he could finally see, he was greeted by the sight of five other men, all of them older, burly, and smelling of a combination of diesel, sweat, and raw, unbridled lust. These were the other pigs he had been told about, and they all had the same gleam in their eyes as they sized him up. The seven men were a motley crew of depraved, hairy brutes. Each one had a thick beard and was covered in fur and tattoos from head to toe, their muscles bulging from years of hard labor and a lifestyle devoid of self-care. They were all grinning, showing off yellowed, crooked teeth, as they licked their lips in anticipation of what was to come. The invitation to the farm was a siren's call that Jake couldn't resist. The seven men had prepared themselves meticulously for the night of unbridled debauchery that awaited him. Their ritual was a testament to their shared perversion. They had ceased showering for days before Jake's arrival, allowing their natural scents to intensify, a pungent bouquet of male pheromones that would drive the young twink wild. Their uncut cocks grew thick with anticipation, the foreskin shrinking back to reveal swollen heads, ripe and filled, ready to claim the fertile ground that was Jake's pink little cunt. The truckers had also indulged in a meth-filled pregame, their veins buzzing with the drug's potent energy. Their eyes were wide with excitement, their bodies charged and ready to perform the most primal of acts. The farmhouse, a secluded sanctum of vice, was their playground, and Jake was the newest toy to be broken in. As the night began, the men were already high on their own fumes, the room thick with the smell of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of diesel from their clothes. They had already drank a bit of their own piss to keep their throats wet, knowing that they’d have plenty more for Jake throughout the night. They were a cesspool of infection, each one harboring a unique strain of HIV that they were eager to share with Jake. They had spent their lives fucking raw, allowing their disease to thrive and multiply, eager to pass it on to the willing receptacle that was the young twink now standing before them. The biggest, nastiest pig of them all stepped forward, introducing himself as Boss. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with a stomach that hung over his belt and a cock that looked more like a baseball bat than a man's member. His breath was hot and rancid, a testament to his lack of hygiene, and his hands were like bear paws, covered in thick, coarse hair. "Welcome to the farm, little piggy," Boss growled, slapping Jake on the ass. "You're gonna get a taste of the good life tonight. We're gonna make you one of us, a real toxic fucker." Jake's knees went weak with a mix of fear and arousal. He had always fantasized about becoming a slut for these types of men, and now it was happening. They had promised him a night of unbridled sexual debauchery, and he was ready to submit to their every whim. The night began with a round of meth, the seven men passing around a pipe as Jake eagerly took his hits. One of them had picked up some truly amazing supplies during one of his recent hauls to Mexico, and all the men were buzzing. Two of the guys started prepping the slams, getting a bit of their blood mixed in before double slamming Jake. As it hit, Jake’s heart raced faster, his pupils dilated, and his skin grew hot as the drug flooded his system. The room spun and his body grew more and more sensitive to every touch. The pigs wasted no time. They stripped him naked, revealing his smooth, hairless body and his plump, inviting ass. Jake's small cock stayed motionless, but his cunt was aching to be filled. The men’s eyes feasting on his youthful form. They were like animals in heat, their grunts and leers making it clear what they planned to do with him. The first to claim him was a trucker named Tom. He was a burly, bearded man with a cock that was almost as thick as Jake's wrist. Sweat was running through his body hair as he stripped down to only his filthy boots. He leaned over jake, sweat and hair falling on his body, trembling with excitement. Tom stared at him, then spit a loogie directly on Jake’s sweet face before slamming his enormous cock deep inside. He didn't bother with lubricant, just spit on his hand and shoved his dick into Jake's tight hole without any preamble. Jake cried out as he was split open, the pain mixing with pleasure as he was filled beyond capacity. As Tom pounded into him, the other men stripped down and moved closer. They were all animals staring at their prey. He was a living, breathing fucktoy for them to use, and he loved every second of it. They were all warned… no rules for the night and Jake never says no. Boss was next, his massive cock with a huge prince albert piercing was hanging there as he walked up and slapped it against Jake’s face. Jake could smell the stench and it made him want it more. Boss got behind him and pushed right in, stretching Jake's ass to the breaking point. He fucked him with a ferocity that was almost terrifying, his meaty hands leaving bruises on Jake's hips as he pulled him closer with every thrust. Jake's cries were muffled by the cock in his mouth, the taste of piss and sweat from the man's crotch only adding to the intensity of the moment. Ruben was the next to come over to Jake’s pretty face, seeing it choke on one of the other cocks. He started laughing as he told Jake, “Hope you like them nasty, because this cock will hit you hard!” he yanked at Jakes face pulling his mouth to his thick, pierced, uncut cock. Jake sucked on it deep and immediately knew what the man meant. He hadn’t showered in over a week and Jake could taste all of it. The sweat, the piss. His tongue dove under Ruben’s thick foreskin to find a layer of thick smegma. “Fuck yeah. You like my cheese pig?” he snarled. Jake was in heaven. The night grew increasingly raunchy as the pigs indulged in their kinks. The sweat and spit and ripe bodies of the men left the most intoxicating, nasty smell in the barn. There was fisting, as several men’s thick, hairy massive hands plunged deep into Jake's ass until his insides felt like they would tear apart. A few making it elbow deep; two of the pigs had both their hands in there. And then Ruben managed to get his nasty, hairy size 13 foot deep inside Jake’s aching pussy. During a brief break while they smoked a bit more and Jake sucked on their nasty, hairy balls, a few of the guys knew exactly what needed to happen. Jake was laying there, sucking on the thick, sweaty hair around one of the men’s thick guiche piercings, when four of the men started to let their dark, rancid piss cover his smooth body. Jake begged for some down his throat as Boss and another man happily obliged, feeding him their bitter chem piss. Jake taking ever drop as they made sure to cover his face too. As they started to gear up for their next round of toxic loads, a few of the guys had jake lick clean their ripe pits. Jake loved the smell and taste of a man, but he had never had anything this ripe before. He had gone through about four men’s pits, when the biggest, nastiest pig of the group walked up to him. Everyone called him Bull because of his huge, thick septum piercing and the fact that his balls were the size of golf balls. Jake was lucky enough to have met Bull a few times before. He was the ultimate prize. 6’6” tall, built like an ox, and covered in thick hair. His beard always smelled of piss and ass, and his thick 12” uncut cock had a massive Prince Albert piercing that would tear you up. Jake had first met him at his favorite truck stop two years’ prior when Bull made him suck clean his cheesy uncut cock before pissing down his throat. Bull had even taken Jake on a long weekend trip in his 18-wheeler where they partied and fucked from state to state. Jake wore only his jockstrap for four days, while Bull would rape him from town to town, on the side of busy highways a few of the times. They didn’t shower the entire time and when Bull finally dropped him off, holes gaped and exhausted, he had Jake piss down his hairy legs into his socks and nasty work boots before setting off. Bull walked up with a grin on his face. His cock still shining covered in Jake’s insides. Bull leaned over, sweat dripping onto Jake’s face. “I still smell your sweet boy piss in my boots as I drive cross country boy.” Bull spitting directly onto Jake’s opened mouth. "I still jack off into the socks you left soggy thinking about wrecking your pretty little holes, but thankfully I get word that your holes are frequently available to my buddies on the road.” He walked back between Jake’s quivering legs, shoving a shard of meth deep inside his hole before leaning over him, his sweaty, hairy belly rubbing against Jake’s piss covered jockstrap. “This next round you’re going to be screaming, so I brought one of those cum and piss filled socks to help you.” Shoving one of his nasty socks deep into Jake’s mouth. And with that, he slammed his monstrous cock deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake’s screams muffled by the nasty sock as he was fucked mercilessly by Bull. The cum, spit, and piss had mixed together around his hole. The floor covered in piss as Jake’s body smelled of their sweat, spit and more. The pigs took turns fucking him in every possible way. Jake's body was a canvas for their depravity, and he was living out every twisted fantasy he had ever had. The pain was intense, but Jake found himself begging for more. He craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their toxic seed. The thought of becoming HIV positive was a thrill, a [banned word] that only made him want it more. And these pigs made sure to deliver. The raunchiest kinks came out as the night grew later. They tied him up with ropes and took turns pounding his ass, each man trying to outdo the last in terms of brutality and filth. They used him like a ragdoll, tossing him from one to the other, his body a plaything for their twisted games. Each kept pissing on him, making sure he never got a chance to dry. Their chem piss getting stronger and stronger. They gave him more fists, more feet. A few of them even grabbed barnyard tools and shoved them deep inside the boy begging for more. By the time dawn broke, Jake was a mess. His cunt swollen and prolapsed. His body was covered in cum, piss, and even shit that a few of the guys gave to him, his ass was sore and raw, and his throat was sore from swallowing so much cum. But he was smiling, his eyes glazed over from the drugs and the endless stream of orgasms that had flooded through him. Jake made sure to suck clean every one of their dicks before it was done. Getting to taste every flavor of sweat, piss, cheese and more. Bull had lifted Jake up and got his face and beard deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Licking and growling, inhaling ever scent and flavor he could. He flipped Jake around and spit some of the cum and piss directly into his open mouth. Jake wanted more. He started licking and sucking on Bull’s hairy face. Bull smiled, told Jake to open wide, then shot a massive snot rocket into Jake’s smiling face, eating it up and saying thank you. Jake managed to take it all. His moans of pain and pleasure a symphony of submission. He was in heaven, his body a temple to their toxic masculinity. As the men exhausted themselves, Jake lay there, a mess of cum and sweat, feeling more alive than he ever had before. Their plan had worked. They had broken him in, made him one of their own. He was now a member of their twisted, toxic brotherhood, a walking testament to their power and control. The farm was a place where his no limits bottom nature could truly run wild, and he reveled in it, eager for the next round of filthy, diseased men to come and use him. The farmhouse was now dimly lit, the early morning sun peeking through the grimy windows, casting a sickly glow on the depraved scene before it. The stench of sweat, cum, and desperation hung heavy in the air as Jake, the hairless twink, lay on the makeshift mattress of old sacks and dirty blankets, his body a canvas of bruises and semen from the marathon of debauchery that had unfolded during the night. The seven men who had already used him, their bodies smeared with the evidence of their conquest, had moved aside, leaving him momentarily alone with his thoughts. Jake felt the weight of his two trucker friends' hands on his arms, lifting him into a sitting position. His eyes, glazed over from the mix of pleasure and pain, widened as he felt the sting of needles. He looked down to see two new slams hitting his arms. He looked up at the truckers in a mix of panic and excitement. “You’re one of the most disgusting holes we’ve ever used. Do you really think we’d be done with you already?”, the trucker added before stepping to the side. Jake’s vision blurred from the rush and excitement, when he saw five more men approaching him. These were not the same as the ones from the night before; they were the nastiest kind of pigs he could have ever imagined. Their eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. He knew what they wanted, and his stomach lurched in anticipation. Each a giant and somehow nastier than Jake had ever seen before. One was a hairy pig, who was covered in sweat in mis early to mid-60s. The next was this muscular late 40s Latin man who was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings—a few of which were clearly gang related. The next was a middle-aged Brazilian man, who was the hairiest man Jake had ever seen and clearly hadn’t showered in some time. The next was a muscle daddy in his 50s who had the most sadistic, evil look in eyes. And finally was a black man who had an absolutely giant over 14 inch uncut cock hanging between his legs. The 60-year-old pig, a creature of depraved delight, walked over to the exhausted yet eager Jake, who lay sprawled on a mattress soiled by the previous night's debauchery. His eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, the old man grabbed Jake's chin, forcing him to look up at his towering, hairy frame. "You think you're ready for round two, you little faggot?" he sneered, spit flying from his mouth. Jake, ever the eager twink, nodded fervently, his pupils dilating with anticipation. The old pig took this as his cue, pulling on Jake’s sopping jockstrap and grabbing his small, uncut cock with a grip that was both painful and thrilling. He twisted and squeezed, his other hand playing with Jake's swollen balls, which had been abused the night before. Jake's whimpers of pain morphed into moans of pleasure as the old man began to play a twisted game of tug-of-war with his genitals, pushing him to new heights of pain and arousal. The 48-year-old Brazilian behemoth watched on, his thick, furry chest heaving with excitement. He stepped closer, his own monstrous cock swinging free, and whispered into Jake's ear, "You're gonna love what I do to you, boy." He then crouched down over Jake, his hairy, ripe ass pushing into Jake’s face, begging to be eaten. Jake dove in, using his tongue to lick the hair, sweat, and rank ass cheeks. After all Jake was put through last night, a nasty, dirty ass wasn’t going to push him over the edge. The black man, who went by the name 'Horse' for obvious reasons, walked up and chuckled darkly, stroking his massive member. "Look at this greedy little slut," he murmured, watching Jake's body quiver under the Brazilian's attentions as he was suffocating through the weight and hair. "You're gonna take every inch of this, aren't you, boy?" And with that he shoved all 14 inches deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake screamed, but the Brazilian’s ass kept him busy. Horse pounded harder and harder. Taking breaks every so often to slide his hands deeper and deeper. The muscle daddy stepped up as the Brazilian got up, giving Jake a moment to breathe. The daddy’s insanely cheesy uncut cock bobbing in the air, the scent of unwashed sweat and cum thick around him. He grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. "You’ve never tasted a real man like me before. Open up, bitch," he growled, sliding his cock down Jake's throat, not caring if the young twink choked on his thick, meaty length. Jake's eyes watered, his throat stretched to the limit, but he took it all, his body trembling with excitement as the muscle daddy face-fucked him with a brutal efficiency. The daddy’s cock was so incredibly ripe. His balls hitting Jake’s head, smelling like they had never been washed before. And finally, through the brutal face fucking, the daddy’s insanely thick foreskin opened up and Jake could taste the most bitter, insane cheese he had ever had. The daddy just kept thrusting until Jake started filling his mouth filling with piss. The daddy had started to piss a dark, chem piss deep into his mouth, splashing everywhere. Then, without warning, the Brazilian had flipped Jake onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and plunged his tongue into the young man's hole. Jake's sphincter tightened around the intrusion, but the Brazilian was relentless, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he feasted on Jake's ass like a starving animal. He was in there deep as Jake then felt Horse’s massive feet shoved deep into his mouth. Horse wanted them sucked, ripe and sweaty. Jake happily obliged. After the Brazilian was done eating him out, the tattooed convict took his turn next, his thick, hairy thighs parting to reveal his engorged cock. "You're going to be my personal toilet today, slut," he grunted, pushing Jake's face down further into the mattress with his foot as Horse’s foot was still in his mouth. Jake’s hole, swollen and leaking, was high in the air. Jake felt the man's hot breath on his hole before the first stream of piss hit him, the warmth spreading across his cheeks. It started running down his back and onto his face. Soaking into the disgusting mattress with all the other piss and fluids from the night before. The five men continued to take turns, using Jake's body like a plaything, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Even some of the pigs from the night before joined back in. Bull had walked over and pissed onto Jake’s face again. Grabbing the boy’s disgusting jockstrap, giving it a few deep sniffs, before pissing on it and shoving it into Jake’s face. Horse’s feet had been replaced by the convict’s smelly feet, where Jake was busy digging his tongue between every toe. Though now not able to see through his makeshift blindfold. The old pig's sadistic CBT sessions had Jake's cock and balls swollen and bruised, the Brazilian's tongue and beard leaving a trail of saliva and hair down his back, the muscle daddy's cheesy cock still leaving a strong taste in the boy’s mouth despite the piss and feet to help wash it down. Horse waited patiently to slam into the boy’s gaped cunt again, stroking his monstrous cock, watching the twink's ass stretch and contract with each new assault. Finally, it was his turn to wrap things up. He stepped up, his dick pointing to the heavens, and without preamble, slammed into Jake's sore, abused hole. The twink screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as the black man claimed him, his powerful hips driving his length deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jake's body was a canvas of sweat, spit, and cum, but he didn't care; he was living out his darkest fantasy, surrounded by the very men who could give it to him. The men used him in every conceivable way, pushing his boundaries until they were nothing but a distant memory. They fucked him, choked him, spit on him, and pissed on him, each one leaving their mark on his willing body. The room was a blur of hair, sweat, and musk, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet noises of ravenous sex filling the air. As the marathon session continued, Jake's body began to ache, but his desire never waned. He craved the feeling of being used, the power of their dominance over his willing flesh. He knew he was getting closer to his goal of becoming a toxic hole. His twisted badge of honor and a symbol of his ultimate surrender to the darker side of his sexuality. The night and day passed in a whirlwind of debauchery, each man taking Jake to new heights of pleasure and pain, his small frame bouncing and writhing under their weight. As the morning ended, they all gathered around him, their cocks hard and ready for one final act of depravity. The muscle daddy held him down, his cheesy cock and sweaty balls still buried in Jake's throat and his sweat dripping onto Jake’s exhausted body, as the other eleven men took turns filling his ass with their hot, sticky loads. Jake felt the warmth of their cum flood into him, mixing with the pain and the pleasure, until he was nothing but a vessel for their lust. And as they finished, their sweat mingling with his, he knew he had found his place in this world of unbridled sexual chaos, a place where he was truly alive, truly free. As the last of the men zipped up their pants and left the farm, Jake lay there, a pool of cum around him, his body sore but his soul soaring. He had been used harder than ever before, and he had never felt more alive. He knew he would be back, eager for more, always searching for that next, deeper, darker, dirtier high that only these men could give him. The two truckers took me inside and got me hydrated. They had me sit in my own filth, unable to shower, until the fuck flu finally hit. With each passing hour and day, the men would invite over more of their toxic friends to give me an extra load or two. Each seeing how used and disgusting I was and excited to give me even more. Finally it hit and I could proudly say I was a toxic pig just like the others.

I don’t consider oral as losing my virginity. That happened around 10 or 11. Now as a proud gay bottom a blowjob is like a handshake. My anal virginity was lost at 13 to my step dad. It was consensual and I actually seduced him for years prior. I have told this story before on here but I can tell it again. My real dad died when I was very young and my mom remarried. They eventually divorced when I was 9. I considered him my father. When my parents divorced my dad moved about 400 miles away to start a new job. Through a series of situations I asked if I could move with him. Everyone was in agreement. My dad had rented a one bedroom apt in his new town. When I came to live with him he said I could sleep on the couch. I asked if I could sleep in his bed with him. He agreed. For a point of reference.. I have never made it over 5’5” so I was always a little shorter guy. My dad is 6’3” 190’s built with a hairy chest and huge 9” cock. I fell in love with his masculinity. I always knew I was different and he embraced that and made me feel safe and that males come in all flavors so to speak. It stated around 9 with me just cuddling up to him at night. I think he was a little wierded out at first but grew to enjoy my attention. It changed to me grazing his cock “accidentally “ while sleeping to holding it like a pacifier for comfort. He had “the talk” with me about sexuality and how there should be a separation between feelings and actions but I didn’t hear any of it. lol. I was enamored with cock. Once when I was holding his cock and he got hard I didn’t ask but I instinctively licked the tip. He has a little bit of pre and I tasted it. I was like an addict tasting my first hit. I couldn’t get enough. Over the next 4 years continued to get more acquainted with his cock. I think it was a way for me and my dad to bond but also for him to help me learn about my role and what I was to become. Over time I would back to him when he was side sleeping and let his massive cock rub against my ass cheeks. Then I started to sleep without underwear. He did as well. It was easier for him to slide between my crack. When I was 12 almost 13 I started to develop. In my mind I was a man but of course I was not. We had gotten to a point in our relationship where I would suck him. The best I could, and then he would dry fuck my crack and shoot his massive load on my back. I knew that his load was suppose to go inside but not sure hot to get it there. lol. I would put the tip at my hole and rub the precum on it to make it slick. He would push a little but his massive cock was not going to go in easily. Around this time I started to jack off and he showed me how to do it with lube. He then started to rub his lubed cock against my hole. As a 13 year old bottom you can imagine what that did to me. I wanted him inside me so bad. He would put the tip at my hole and push it in. Over time he would get a little more in me. Eventually he was fully inside of me. He would hold it there and my body got accustomed to to his massive cock. The first time he came in me was just before my 14th birthday and we were playing and he started to fuck me. It felt incredible. I knew there was nothing I wanted more than to get bred by him. I had built up his resistance so it took him a good 20 minutes of fucking to breed me. Even at 13 almost 14 the feeling of his cum inside of me made me feel complete. Of course from there until I went to college he was fucking me like I was the last pussy he would ever get. Lol

I'm having a blast!! I have a "boy" on loan from a friend who had an operation and sex is out of the question for him for some considerable time. I had sex with him and his boy several times. Early 20s hot young stud. Sexy, hot body and a thick 8" cock. Perpetually horny haha!! He may be young but he's a a fuckstastic top. Multi-cummer. He had no problem doing his Daddy and me when we had sex. And I like he's not a "kept boy" . He earns his own living but just has a thing for fucking Daddies. So 3-4 times a week he's been fucking me senseless. Two loads at a minimum. And then Thursday he asked if he could bring a friend. I know his friend from before. Not a looker like Boy but hot cock and fierce fucker. Sure!! Well, I like to think I can still do lengthy fuck sessions at my age but they kept me busy for a LONG time taking turns fucking and spitroasting me. FUCK!! Ended up with three loads from Boy (one down my throat) and two from Friend. Four big loads deep in my ass. Heaven!!! When I said we definitely could do THAT again I got a few grins LOL. Sore but very happy hole 😉

Who here loves having several loads in your pussy and feel it drip down your bate leg

I heard a knock at the door. "Come on in", I shouted, trying not to kill the mood. My fantasy was to be pumped full of cock and used. I was possessed by something that was using my body as a receptacle for drugs and cock. THIS GUY. jet black hair, pale and muscular. Sat down beside my head ( I was ass up and face down on the ottoman with my head on the couch), pulled out his cock and it was HUGE. At least 6" soft and THICK. I grabbed it with one hand, it was heavy. I could feel the mass and girth of it in my hand, took a long hit of poppers and started to suck on it. First concentrating in the head. Licking and sucking it using my lips to suck the tip . He had one hand on my head and another grabbing for a backpack. He was doing something out of my line of sight and I couldn't have cared less. I was sucking his now throbbing, massive cock with laser focus. Then he asked if I wanted a booty bump. I read about this. It was supposed to make you an absolute whore. "No, but im down for anything ", I replied. Arching my back more and sliding my jock-clad, now cum-filled ass up in the air. "Get ready then", I heard him demand. He got up and stood behind me I felt his cold finger against my hole. "Are my hands cold?", he asked. " Ya, but Go on", I said. He slid his finger in my ass and slowly caressed the walls of my cummy ass. Then I felt two fingers, then 3. That was enough for now. I reached back to push his hand away before trying to fit #4. It was early in the night and I didnt want to risk injury. I had BIG plans tonight. Then he slid something else in my hole. It wasn't a dildo or plug. 'This is the syringe', I thought. Then I felt him get it into position. He was ready to inject my hole with something and I didnt care what. "you might feel like you need to push it out, but hold it in". There wasn't much liquid, so I didnt have a problem holding it in, but I felt a little burning. Then almost 5 min later It hit. I could control myself. I felt muscles in my ass contracting that almost made me cum. I needed to feel a cock inside me. He knew it. He wanted me JUST LIKE THIS. He fucked me deeper than Ive ever been fucked and I knew that every thrust should have been almost agonizing, but it felt fucking amazing. I felt every vein in that 10"+ cock. Then he started to REALLY pound me deep. Grabbing onto my hips to pull me onto his cock as deep as he could. "you ready, Slut?", he asked? Before I could say yes, he was exploding in my ass. I could feel his thick cock stretching me more as it throbbed. As his cum shot into my ass. He kept thrusting, mixing up the now 2 loads inside me. He pulled out and I sucked him clean. He put his things together, got dressed and left. I never saw him again, It was time for me to leave and get a room. That was always the plan. How did I get sidetracked? Where am I? Who am I? I started looking at hotels in a nearby city with a dense population...

Im en route to Tokyo, Japan. I had a long 6 hour layover so I started to scout the airport between relaxing in the lounge. It’s long been my dream to hook up at an airport and I’ve succeeded twice, but one time it was too risky so we couldn’t follow through and the other time I sucked the guy for 30 seconds before he came in my mouth so it doesn’t properly count. I almost hooked up with someone but we deemed it too risky and called it off. Then another 2 hours go by and the airport gets quiet.:. The calm in eye of the storm as it was just a lull in the flight activity for 1-2 hours. Well lucky me as a guy suddenly came online advertising his need to empty his balls. And a hot hairy muscle daddy at that! I make sure I am prepped and we arrange to meet up by one of the quiet gates in one of the corners of the building but I was going to scout it first. Some annoying lady could be heard on the phone right outside, but no guys came into the bathroom for 5 min so I decided the coast was clear. The bathroom wasn’t very big but it was not that hard to look under the separating walls and see a pair or two of feet so I wanted it to be empty lol. I messaged him and he came over right away. We went into the corner booth and and immediately we share a connection kissing like horny teenagers and rubbing our hands over each other bodies. He starts of by sucking my rock hard dick for a few min (yeah I get very turned on by forbidden scenes like that), then I returned the favor. We weren’t going to risk something long so we got to the fucking and he was pleasantly surprised by how easily his sizeable dick slid in while I was also able to massage his raw dick. He started slow stroking my hole hitting my prostate with each stroke leaving me in pig heaven stifling moans with pre cum dripping from my dick. He picked up the pace after a few min and pounded me as hard as one can do quietly for about 3-4 min. He then pulled out jerked himself off for 30 seconds before slamming it back in and holding back a primal urge to grunt and huff as he came hard inside me, I felt every pulse and the wet feeling right away. I am now waiting to board my flight filled with his babes and a little cum stain in my underwear and rock hard thinking about how I lost my airport virginity properly an hour ago. 🐽😋💦✈️

Part 1 I’d been running for a while and ended up in a local park which I don’t tend to use. It was time for a break so slowed to a walk, grabbed a water from a local store and started to cool down. After about 10 mins I passed a run down toilet block deep in the park. I was getting the urge to pee so stepped inside. Unsurprising it was just as filthy inside, covered in graffiti and smelling of stale piss. I relieved myself and then got distracted by the graffiti. There were all the usual stuff “Carl is a bumboy” “For gay sex fone….” And the usual knob drawings. What stood out though was some horny messages about guys cruising these toilets, taking loads and one which proudly proclaimed “Got AIDS here” with a big smiley face next to it. For some reason that made my dick stand to attention. I’d never given safe sex much of a thought as I’ve been in a relationship and married so long in, what I thought was a monogamous relationship, that it just dropped off my radar. My husband fucks me, shoots inside me but its fine as its just us. Lost in my own thoughts and trying to distract myself from my husbands cheating I went in to only stalls to continue reading the graffiti. It was then when I heard footsteps entering the toilets. I stood still, slowed by breathing so they wouldn’t hear me hoping they’d be gone in a moment. A minute or so past then another set of footsteps entered then the sound of heavy breathing. I cautiously peeked around to see two guys making out. Continuing to watch the younger guy (mid to late 20s) dropped to his knees and unzipped the older guy (early 50s ish) to reveal his thick dick. The twink greedily deep throated the daddy and didn’t even gag on that thick cock. Daddy was enjoying this by the moans with pleasure. I’m rock hard at this point. “Fuck boy you’re so damn good”, moaned the daddy “mmmmmhmmmm”, replied the twink with his mouth still full of dick “Gonna let me in that ass boi?” Without hesitation he slipped down his shorts to reveal a smooth ass. Daddy just turned him around rimmed him deeply then spat on the hole to get it ripe for fucking. The head of that meaty dick rested on the twink’s hole just for a second or two before disappearing inside. Watching them fuck was intense, the stamina of the daddy and the twink just took that rough, raw pounding. My husband has NEVER fucked me even closely to that level of intensity. “I’m getting close boi” “Fuck me daddy, fill up my c*nt with your load” “Hell yeah you’re going to get daddies load, daddies POZ load” “Give it to me, give me that poz juice” This is what sent the guy over the edge and from the loud moan he just released a lot of cum inside the guy. They quickly redressed themselves and said their goodbyes with the twink leaving first. Daddy followed a few seconds later, not looking back, but saying fairly loudly “I hope you enjoyed the show” as he laughed and disappeared. So I might not have been as stealthy as I thought. What I also didn’t realise is that I’d cum, handsfree in to my running shorts. It was going to be a sticky run home with my load there! My thoughts turned back to my cheating husband and then to the toilets. Its at that point I realised that its now my time, my turn to have sex with other guys, my right to explore my sexual side again. This weekend is the weekend I cheat on my husband.

My uncle Ruben sits there in a daze. Glossy eyed and blacker than black pupils the size of dinner plates. Wow, he really is a lightweight. I place my hand on his thigh and keep it there. He says nothing. I ask how are you feeling uncle? He smiles and a light “great” leaves his lips. He’s still sluggish from the ghb. I let him sink into the couch and I grab his arms by the wrists and push them up until he has placed them behind his head. I take the opportunity to go and refill the pipe. I grab my black case and reload a fat bowl. I look up and see Uncle Robert in the hallway just standing there; waiting to see how things are going with my other uncle. I wink at him and wave him to come on down to the couch. He slowly obliges and sits next to my other uncle. I stare down at them both just sitting there in their underwear. My dick leaks precum at just the sight before me. I light up and take my hit. As I blow out, I pass to Robert. He takes his huge hit and a second. I take it back and go up to Ruben. I once again place the pipe at his mouth and direct him when to inhale. He keeps his hands behind his head. I love how cooperative he is being so far. And showing off his arms, his biceps are on full display for my viewing pleasure. He takes 3 hits before I pass it back to Robert. I get down between Ruben’s legs and reach up and touch his dick. I start to rub his hard on through his underwear. It’s straining against the fabric and looks like its gonna pop through the cloth any minute. He stays leaned back and small moans escape his mouth. I look over at Robert and whisper – no turning back now. I reach up and tug on his white underwear just enough to release his (moderately) thick dick. I reach up and grab hold of it and feel the heat emanating from his dick. It’s warm to the touch and I can feel his heartbeat through it. I love how well the Viagra is working. I begin to jerk him off. More low moans escape my uncle. He does not open his eyes. I’m not sure why but his reasons are his own. I reach for his underwear and this time pull them downward. He lifts his ass up a bit and allows me to strip him completely. I get closer to him and lick the tip of his head. He gasps a bit and I engulf the entire dick straight down to his pubes. I throat his dick in one go. It doesn’t take long before he lowers on hand and places it on my head and starts to thrust slightly into my mouth. I look up at Uncle Ruben and he is looking down at me and I look up at him. Our tweaked-out eyes meet and I can tell he is loving it. That’s when I hear it. My Uncle Robert had put the porn back up on the tv. I pull off and slide over a bit to the side and start sucking Robert. I look to my Uncle Ruben and he is jerking himself off glued to the porn. I chuckle to myself but nothing is heard because Robert is already down my throat. He grabs my head and fucks my mouth. Where Ruben had been soft and slow when he thrusted in my mouth, my Uncle Robert was intense and fast. His balls were slapping against my chin. I have to be selective when trying to breath. I have to catch the air at just the right time before his dick blocks my airway. I fucking love it. I pull off his dick and pull him up off the couch. I then get on the couch on all fours and start to suck my Uncle Ruben again. This time my ass is pushed up and on full display for uncle Robert. He gets behind be and starts tonguing my hole. It feels like he is trying to get at the load he shot earlier. The one that dripped down out of me in the shower. I’m moaning into Uncle Ruben’s crotch. The deeper Robert’s tongue gets in my hole, the deeper I want Ruben’s dick in my throat. As if we were on the same page, Robert pulls away from my wet hole as I’m backing away from Ruben. I’m satisfied with the amount of saliva I have around his dick. Ruben looks up at me with a shit eating grin and says that was amazing. I reply that was ok, but this will be amazing. I turn my back to him and back up onto his lap. I reach down and position his dick at my hole and I squat down. I slowly push down on his dick and without stopping, I bottom out. I can’t see him but I can hear him moaning. I push myself up and down on his dick. Slow at first, I let him feel it, I let myself feel it. I wait until he places his hands on my waist before I really start to ride him. He lifts me like im nothing and turns me around on his dick. I;m now facing him as I ride. My semi hard dick is leaking precum all over his stomach as I continue to bounce on his lap. Ruben grabs me and lifts me up again. This time he turns around and with his dick still in me, lays me down on the couch on my back. He pulls up my legs to his shoulders and starts to drive into me. He’s hitting my g spot over and over at this angle. I turn my head to the side and there is my other uncle, shoving his dick in my mouth. I’m in the most uncomfortable position getting pounded and trying to leach over to get my mouth filled. But I don’t care. I’m in heaven being between these 2 men. I was in love with 3 favorite letters for making this come true; G, T, and V. Ruben starts moaning about being close to cumming. I feel him pushing stronger into my hole. I’m getting shook so much that I can’t even keep Robert’s dick in my mouth. I can feel Ruben’s urgency and then boom. Ropes and ropes of cum filling my insides. Ruben pulls out of me and sits back in his seat. It gets quiet. He looks like he is beginning to process what had just transpired. In that same moment, Robert gets between my legs and pushes his hard dick balls deep into my wet hole. Ruben watches his brother pound another load into me. Robert pulls out and sits on the other side of me. I’m left in the middle, trying my hardest to will my hole shut so the loads done leak out of me. Once I feel my hole clench up and sit up right. I can tell that Ruben is horrified with what he had just done. I had to intercede. I tell him how great the fuck was. That I had always wanted him to fuck me like the whore I was. He relaxed a bit but was still deep in thought. He blurts out that he isn’t gay. I reassure him that he wasn’t and neither was his brother Robert. They were just men with needs. I explained the Tina was just a tool to get the inhibitions out of the way so he could get his needs met. He asked me if I was gay. I explained oh most definitely. I explained that I was a natural born gay whore made for meeting men’s needs. Tina helped me realize this truth. I told him he shouldn’t be embarrassed about using a whore when my holes are so freely given. He was deep in thought again. His mind at war with its self. I took the opportunity to say that if he was truly discussed with himself, then why was he still hard? He looked down and noticed that his dick was still rock hard and pointing straight at me. I told him little Ruben knows what he likes. Like a curve ball out of nowhere, my Uncle Robert chimes in. Hey, what’s fun is fun. The only gay one here is our nephew. We might as well be the ones who get to fuck him. Uncle Robert orders me back to my knees and has me stroll back over to Uncle Ruben. I’m ordered to start sucking him off again. Ruben says oh fuck yeah. I think the 3 of us need to hang out more often.

[This story was flagged on my Patreon account and is currently in Patreon Jail, so now it's here where it can live.] I’m a pretty heteroflexible guy in the sense that, unlike my friends, I can admit when another dude is attractive, and when dared to kiss another guy at parties, I didn’t feel the urge to pound my chest and act like I was going to vomit from the thought of it. Afterwards, I would shrug my shoulders and tell whatever guy I kissed that he was good, but his girlfriend was better, just to make it less gay. More than one ex-girlfriend had asked me if I was bisexual, and the honest answer was always no. In college, I made friends with a pretty diverse group of people across all of my classes. One person I made close friends with was a girl named Anya. A beautiful redhead with fair skin and fierce green eyes. She wasn’t in any of my classes, but we worked together at the coffee shop across the street from the law building. Anya is a sophomore, and her boyfriend, Shane, is a junior. He comes around every time she is on shift. He seems cool. He’s one of those rich kids, skinny, tall, perfectly trimmed and styled hair at all times, at least two pieces of jewelry every time he goes anywhere, and he’ll dress like he’s homeless even though his clothes cost him hundreds of dollars to look poor. I like him though, he’s not douchey like his friends when they come in with him. Through the fall and most of the spring semester, I got to know Anya pretty well. There were a few parties she invited me to where we would get drunk and shoot the shit. At one particular party, she told me she had a dream about a threesome with me and Shane and how hot it was. The details she gave me had me pretty turned on as well. Hell, I’ve rubbed out a few nuts thinking about her from time to time. However, none of my fantasies involved her boyfriend; to each their own. She shook her head, “It was just…so unlike me, but I guess because we work together and get along so well…well, anyway, I thought it was funny and you’d get a kick out of it.” I laughed, “I’ve never actually had a threesome, and I never pictured a threesome happening with your boyfriend.” I shrugged. I should’ve left it there, but I tend to ramble in awkward situations like this and added, “And I can’t imagine Shane would be down for a devil's three-way either.” Anya shook her head and grinned, “You’d be surprised.” “Wait, what?” I love a juicy piece of gossip. She knows she can’t just dangle something like that out there and not finish her thought. She looked around, “Shane actually put the idea in my head…about a threesome,” she sipped her drink. I was flabbergasted. “Wait, Shane told you he wanted to have a threesome with me and you?” She chuckled, “No…well…I’m sure he would, but he told me he’s done three-ways with girls and guys before and that he enjoyed it. I’m sure he would be down to share me with you if I set it up.” This information blew my mind. Does this mean she wants to have a threesome with me? How do I play this right? I would definitely fuck Anya, but would I be ok to share her with Shane at the same time? What if his dick is bigger than mine and she gets to compare our styles at the same time and decides I’m terrible in bed and tells every girl on campus and I never get to have sex again because of it? “It’s silly, forget I said anything,” she tried to wave it off. I realized my window to make this happen was closing quickly, and I needed to jump through it like Indiana Jones before it closed if I ever wanted to hook up with Anya. “I’d be down,” I blurted out. She nearly spit out her drink. “Really?” “Yeah, I mean, why not?” I tried to play it cool. “I'm not into guys like that, but I jerked it with some buddies back in high school…how different can it be?” She bobbed her head for a minute; you could see the wheels turning as she mulled it over. “I don’t know, it would be kind of hot to have two hot guys at the same time, but I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship and make things weird at work.” “That’s fair, but at the same time…” I tried to steer her back towards pro-threesome, and as if on cue, Shane walked up and put his arm around her shoulders. He stood about a foot taller than Anya, a few inches taller than me. “What’s going on over here?” He asked, his eyes glassy from smoking with his boys upstairs. “We were just talking about having a threesome,” Anya offered boldly. I felt my blood rush to my cheeks. “Oh yeah? Zach, you never struck me as the threesome type,” he squinted at me. Probably trying to see if I was just trying to get into Anya’s pants. I shrugged it off, “I’ve never done it, but I’m an open guy.” Shane leaned in and whispered something into Anya’s ear that made her chuckle and made me a little uncomfortable. “Shane, we need you,” a guy yelled from the kitchen where they were playing flip-cup. Shane smiled, “I’m coming!” He winked at me and gave me a pat on the shoulder before darting off. Anya rolled her eyes and shook her head as if to say, “Never mind,” and we dropped the subject altogether. I eventually went back to my dorm alone and jerked off thinking of a threesome with Anya and Shane and what I might be willing to do in that situation and where I would draw the line…until I blew my load and then I wrote it all off as I wiped up my cum with a t-shirt. It didn’t get brought up again, and I just chalked it up to a drunken conversation. That is, until everyone returned from spring break, and I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize. “Yo, it’s Shane, is this Zack?” the text read. Me: Yeah, it’s Zach. Shane, as in Anya’s Shane? Shane: No, as in Anay’s ex-boyfriend Shane. She ditched me during spring break…it’s a long story, but it didn’t end well. That would explain why she wasn’t at work on my first shift back. Me: Oh, sorry to hear that. Shane: Nah, it’s whatever. So listen, straight to the point. I got a girl coming over tonight, she’s like an 11 outta 10, makes Anya look like Raggedy Ann, but this bitch has been playing me for two years. A real cock tease. She said she’ll let me hit it if I set it up as a threesome with another dude, so I thought maybe you’d be down. Or were you just trying to get with Anya? Geeze, that was a lot of information to take in. I wanted to tell him I was just trying to get with Anya, but at the same time, I haven’t been laid in weeks, and spring break back at my parents' place was like being in a convent. So my sexual frustration was at a 10. Me: What would that look like? Me: Would we trade off, or would we have to touch each other? There was a long pause with the three dots popping up and disappearing a few times before he hit send. Shane: I’m not sure. This girl is a bit of a freak, so I would expect you’d need to be comfortable with some fooling around between us if you want to partake. Is that something you’re down for? I swallowed hard, staring at my screen and really focusing on the words. Me: Define “fooling around”? I hit send with my heart pounding in my chest. Shane: Lol, I don’t know, man. I guess the real question is, what are you uncomfortable with? What are your limits? I don’t have any limits, except I’m not letting another dude in my ass…tried it, it’s not for me. If you’re one of those dudes who would freak out if she put my dick in your mouth…maybe this is too advanced for you. I was a little stung by the words “too advanced,” like I’m some sort of child. A part of me wanted to go through with it just to prove the rich asshole wrong. Another part of me felt like I was in way over my head. Could I suck a dick? I’ve had other guys French kiss me, and there was groping, but it was for an audience, which made it hot in its own way. There were also those few times I jerked off with friends back in high school, but that’s normal, right? Me: I see. Me: I guess my limits depend on how hot she is? Shane: lol, right on [attached three pics] Me: Oh shit, ok, I get it now! Shane: Right!? Me: I’ve never seen her at any of your parties, she’s fuckin hot though. Shane: Yeah, you wouldn’t. She graduated last year and lives off campus. Anya knew I had a thing for her and made it clear she was never allowed at our house parties. Me: Gotcha Shane: You in or out? I need to text her back. Me: Fuck…I’m in. Shane: Dope! She’ll be here around 10. Feel free to stop by around 9 if you'd like to smoke with me beforehand. It helps me with nerves for things like this. Shane: Oh, and it goes without saying, but anything that happens tonight dies with us, so do with that information what you will. Me: You don’t have to worry about that! I tried to get some reading done, but ended up rereading the same page over and over again until I gave up. I shit, shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth. I even did a little bit of manscaping with scissors to trim back my bush and make it look more manageable. Not that I’m particularly hairy, but a fresh haircut makes my six inches look a little bit bigger. Shit what if Shane is hung like a horse? I put on a pair of black CK Trunks with the white waistband, they make my package look bigger and my ass a little more plump. Nothing I can do about my skinny torso, though, it is what it is. I showed up at Shane’s at 9:15 feeling nervous as hell. “Bro, you made it. I was worried you’d chicken out,” he gave me a bro-hug. “Nah, I’m always up to try new things,” I tried to play it cool. He walked us back to his bedroom. He has three roommates, one is at his girlfriend's place, the other two are out doing their night shifts and will be back late, Shane said with a grin. Shane had a few prerolls ready to go. We started smoking right away, hotboxing his bedroom as we chatted about his epic spring break trip to Cancun. When we were finished with our first smoke, he went to get us some drinks from the kitchen. He slid his laptop over to me. “Put something on, it’s connected to the TV.” He already had Family Guy open, looks like he’s midway through a rewatch, so I just clicked play and let it roll. He came back a minute later with two open bottles of Gatorade, and the color of the contents was definitely off. “What’s this?” I asked. “A special mix for a special occasion,” he said and grinned. “Try it, you’ll like it,” he shrugged and took a sip of his bottle. I took a sip of mine; it had a weird flavor, but it mostly tasted like blue Gatorade. “It’s good, right?” He asked. I shrugged, “It’s alright. I don’t think you invented Glacier Freeze, though, so you only get partial credit for the funky extra flavor.” He laughed, then checked his texts, sending a few before looking over at me lounging on his bed. “Big Family Guy fan?” He asked, then handed me another preroll. “Some episodes are funny, some aren’t.” He lit his joint and chuckled, “Then why are we watching it?” I exhaled, “because it was already open on your laptop…and you said to put something on.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the question; the weed was suddenly hitting me hard, and I liked it. He shook his head, “I thought you were going to put on some porn.” I felt like an idiot, of course, that’s what he meant. “Oh, well, that was not clear,” I chuckled. “Don’t let me stop you,” I slid the laptop closer to him with my foot. He got on the bed, sliding up until his back was against the wall. He pulled up a video, “Guess we should put on a threesome,” he grinned, and pushed play. The video featured two men and a woman in a bar, playing pool and making bets. One bet led to the next, which was mostly them taking clothes off. I felt myself getting turned on pretty quickly. I glanced at Shane and could see he was tenting in his shorts, making no effort to hide it as he gently rubbed his knob from the outside. It looked huge, and my curiosity was piqued. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out; I clocked the time, it was already 10 o’clock, but the notification was the low battery alert. “Shit, do you have a charger?” He looked at my phone, “Yeah, I’ve got you.” He grabbed it and went over to his desk, his shorts tenting from his bulge. He plugged his charger into my phone, and it buzzed again as he set it down. When he turned to come back over to the bed, I tried to swing my eyes from his crotch to the TV, but the TV had all three people naked and kissing, three tongues twirling. It made me wonder if Shane was a good kisser. I couldn’t help but look over at him as he climbed back onto the bed. This time, the distance between us was less than two feet. He took a sip of his drink, and I followed suit. Feeling really buzzed, really loose, and really horny I asked, “Is she on her way?” He slid his hand under his shorts and groped himself, “Man, I hope so, I’m so fuckin horny…I could go blind.” I couldn’t help but laugh, but I was in the same boat. The room was getting warmer, or maybe I was getting warmer. Shane must have felt it too, because he reached behind his head and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. I did the same, but I don’t think I was as sexy about it. Wait, did I just call Shane sexy? I don’t think I’ve seen Shane shirtless before. While he is on the skinny side like me, he has more muscle definition. I can’t help but notice a bit of a four pack flexing everytime he squeezes his dick in his shorts. His pecs are small, but there is definitely definition where my chest is flat with two dime-sized nipples. Shane checked his phone again, then his eyes went back to the porn. The group on screen was really into it at this point. One of the guys was fucking the girl while the other guy had his head down between the guys ass cheeks eating him out. “You ever been rimmed?” Shane asked. Not looking at him, I admitted, “No. Have you?” He chuckled as he spoke, “Oh yeah, it’s fucking awesome.” He checked his phone again, sighing when he had no message. “Fucking Veronica,” he shook his head. “Is she on her way?” I asked, feeling impatient, strangling my dick in my shorts. He made a frustrated face, “Not sure, she told me she would let me know when she was on her way. She’s only ten minutes from here, but she had to work until 9.” I nodded, trying to do the math in my fuzzy brain. Shane sighed, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and underwear, then looking at me, “You mind if I take these off, my dick is straining so hard it hurts.” “No, go ahead,” I told him, hooking my thumbs in mine to get ready to pull them off, but I wanted to see what he was working with first. He quickly slipped his off and let them hang on his ankles. His 7” dick popped out, thicker than mine with a head shaped like a helmet unlike my mushroom shaped head. I know mine is a little smaller, but not much, so I felt confident enough to join him. We’re going to have to see each other naked when she gets here anyway, might as well get comfortable with it now, right? Shane made no secret of checking out my body, letting his eyes linger on my dick as I slowly stroked myself. I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice, but it did turn me on to know he was checking me out. So much so that I felt myself getting a little closer to orgasm than I wanted to be before the real party kicked off. I let go of my dick and grabbed my Gatorade, taking a few gulps. Shane did the same. I got in a good look at his body when he leaned away from me to get his supplies off the dresser next to the foot of the bed. “Do you use lube?” He asked, squirting some on his dick and slicking himself up. “Usually I go dry, but…why not?” I took the tube from him and squirt some on my dick. It was probably a little too much, the excess dripping down my balls onto his mattress, but he didn’t seem to care, and he was definitely watching. We sat there slowly stroking ourselves, watching the three people on screen going at it. I don’t know when they changed positions, but now the guy who was getting his ass eaten was on his back, taking the other guy's cock while the woman rode his tongue. Shane checked his phone to see if he had any new messages. He looked over at me grinning, “I’m so horny,” he started stroking himself. “Dude, me too,” I huffed, loosening my grip so I don’t cum too quickly. “Would you be down for that?” Shane asked, nodding to the screen as he reached over for his weed. I looked back at the screen, it was a close up of the one guys dick sinking into the other guys asshole and I laughed, thinking he was joking. He blew out smoke and passed the joint to me. I could tell from the look on his face that he was serious. I took a hit, “Which?” I blew out the smoke and passed it back to him. “Either,” he shrugged and took a long hit. I chuckled, “I don’t know, I’ve never done anal.” “In any way,” I felt the need to add. He passed me back the joint, “Have you ever played with your hole?” I shrugged, feeling no hangups at this point, “I’ve…dabbled, I guess.” I passed it back to him. “Really? Like a finger or a dildo?” “A finger,” I scrunched up my face. “I do not own a dildo.” He chuckled, “Hey, this is a safe space, you can get dildos that are not shaped like a cock that are designed just for anal stimulation,” he smiled at me, passing the joint back to me. I took a deep hit. “Did you…” His phone buzzed before he could finish his thought. I hoped it was Veronica saying she was outside. I watched as Shane texted back quickly. Then his phone buzzed again, and he texted back again. I took another hit of the weed, slowly stroking my dick with my free hand, watching his dick bob as he used both hands to text. I grabbed my drink and shifted in the bed so I could use the pillows along the headboard. My feet were stretched out on the bed down by Shane, and I could feel the warmth on the mattress from where his body had just been lying a moment ago. Shane sighed, setting his phone on the dresser, then looked over at me as he took his dick back in hand and started stroking it again. “Was that Veronica?” I asked. “She’s running late,” he shrugged. His eyes went from mine down my body, between my legs. “How often do you finger your hole?” I felt my heart rate speed up as I put the lid back on the Gatorade. “Ummm…I don’t know, once in a while, when I’m really horny...and taking my time, I guess.” I bent my left knee up so my foot was by my ass and knee in the air, my right foot tucked in to meet my left like a dead butterfly. I noticed how often he was glancing at my hole, and it was turning me on in a weird way, especially since he was talking about it. He scoots back on the bed, filling the space where my feet were and leaning against the wall. His hips were close to my feet, and I could feel his body heat radiating to my toes. I let my left knee drift to lean against the wall so I could see his face again, his eyes were...locked on my balls? Maybe lower. “How do you do it when you do it?” He asked, his eyes making their way back to mine. I felt a rush of heat hitting my chest, and I passed the last of the joint back to him. His arm brushed hard against my raised knee as he reached for it. “Umm…I don’t know, I just use a little vaseline and…you know,” I turned my hand palm up and started wiggling my middle finger up the same way I would finger a womans clit. “You use your middle finger?” I chuckled, “Yeah? What finger do you use?” He smirked, “I use both my fingers,” he held up his index finger and middle finger. “I’ve done that too,” I blurted out unprovoked. He smiled, “Really? How many fingers have you had in your ass?” “At one time?” He chuckled, “Yeah?” I felt embarrassed but answered anyway, “Ok, one time, I was chatting with someone online, like really filthy chat, and she convinced me to try three fingers.” I couldn’t help but grin with pride and embarrassment. He didn’t mock me like I expected; he actually nodded along like he was impressed. “Three fingers, but you wouldn’t do that?” He pointed at the screen again. My eyes followed his finger and on screen the cut to the close up of the guy on his back getting fucked by the other dude. I shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s way different than fingers.” He chuckled, “not really, I mean, think about it,” he held up his hand, putting the tips of his index, middle, and ring fingers together, then brought it down to his hard dick and lined them up. “It’s basically the same,” he shrugged. “Not even close,” I held up my fingers in the same formation. He quickly sat up and shifted, getting between my legs, pulling my hand down to his dick and I accidentally touched it as he compared my fingers to his girth. “It really is about the same.” I chuckled, “No way dude, look at it,” I put the three tips of my fingers to the head of his cock and it gave me a rush as the velvety tip brushed my pads. “Well, sure, the head is bigger, but how far did you get those fingers in?” I looked at my fingers for a second, “I don’t know, I couldn’t see, but it felt like they were at least to here,” I used my thumb to indicate the section just below my knuckle on my forefinger. He grabbed my hand again and lined it up with his dick which was pumping out heat. “See, at that part I think your fingers are even thicker than my dick.” He smiled with pride about being right. “Maybe it wasn’t that far,” I tried to walk it back. He made a knowing face. “Did you like it?” “I don’t know, I was kinda caught up in the moment,” I admitted. He gave me that look again. “Did you cum?” “Of course.” “With the fingers in your ass?” I thought about it for a second. “I think so, yeah.” “Well, there you go, see, you could do that, and enjoy it.” He looked back at the screen, accidentally resting his hand on my right thigh. We both watched in silence, stroking ourselves slowly for a moment while the camera cut back and forth between the close up of the guy getting fucked and then to him eating the girl out while also stroking his massive dick. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that as he slowly stroked his dick, his fist accidentally bumped into my balls a few times. I’ve jerked off with buddies back in high school before, so I’m not uncomfortable with touching another guy, but I don’t really know Shane this well, and it feels different when he touches me. Good different, I guess, but all this talk about our potential threesome involving anal sex between us has my buzzed brain spinning. Shane let out a soft moan and squeezed my thigh, jerking my attention back to how close we both are, and Veronica hasn’t even shown up yet. Shane was fixated on the TV, and it gave me a chance to really take him in. As he jerked himself off I could see the muscles hidden under his skinny build, and the way he strokes his dick had me in a bit of a trance. My mind kept drifting between wanting to touch it and thinking about Anya touching it. I wonder if she let him rawdog her? Then if I touched his dick, it would be kinda like I touched her pussy….right? “Fuck man, I need to calm down or I’m going to shoot before she gets here,” Shane said, releasing his dick and contorting himself around to reach for a little brown bottle on his dresser. He shook it, uncapped it, then held one side of his nose closed as he inhaled slowly on the other side. Then he repeated it on the other nostril. The way he relaxed immediately and looked high as fuck made me curious. “What’s that?” “Poppers,” he held the bottle out for me to take. “It helps you relax, and when you’re on the edge, it helps you to keep control of your nut,” he chuckled. I took the bottle from him and followed his example. The fumes were intense and holy shit did I get a rush. My heart started racing, and I could suddenly feel every nerve ending in my body as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh shit,” I whispered. “Right?” He chuckled, putting both his hands on my thighs and rubbing up and down a few inches below my crotch. “Damn, that’s intense,” I felt my head spinning as I relaxed into the mattress. “It’s like a horny drug,” he chuckled. I do feel even more horny. I don’t think I was any less close from blowing my load, but man do I feel horny. Shane grabbed the bottle of lube on the mattress and dripped a good a mount on his dick, stroking himself to coat his meat. “Want more lube?” He held the bottle out. I took it and dripped some more on my dick, again a little more than I wanted to and it dribbled down my balls. I instinctively brought my free hand down and tried to catch the drip. Shane huffed, “Trying to finger yourself?” I chuckled, “No, I was trying to keep the lube off your mattress.” “Oh, here I thought you were going to put on a show.” The idea now planted in my head I did kinda want that anal stimulation. Would it be weird if I fingered myself in front of Shane? Would he even care? I felt his fist bump my balls again as he stroked himself. I’m not sure if he even realized he did it; he was so transfixed on the TV. I liked it, though. I kinda want him to do it some more. I slowly stretched my legs out over his bent knees, his hairy thighs brushing the back of my thighs as I did. He looked over at me as my legs landed. “Sorry, I was getting a cramp,” I lied, but it brought me close enough to the flight path of him stroking himself that his knuckles started bumping my balls with every other pass. “It’s cool, get comfortable,” he said, and then leaned back a little which spread his knees a little more under my thighs, holding himself up with his left hand as his right stroked his dick. Now every stroke of his dick was bumping my balls and it was sending my brain into a horny spiral. I started stroking my dick faster. “Oh shit, that probably feels so good,” Shane grinned at the TV, stroking his dick a little faster. I turned my head to look at the TV and saw the guy getting fucked shooting his load on his chest as the other guy pulled out and shot his load on that guys balls and the camera zoomed in on the juices dripping down to the guys asshole. “Damn,” I added, trying not to cum. “I would’nt pull out though,” Shane chuckled and I realized he was thinking it must have felt good to be fucking that guy as he shot his load instead of being the guy getting fucked. “Yeah, me neither,” I felt the need to add. Then I grabbed the little brown bottle and took another hit. “Fuck, that got me close too,” he said, reaching for the bottle after I inhaled a second time. I watched Shane close his eyes and take a hit, feeling the rush wash over my body, I don’t know why I did it, but as he was taking a hit on the other side I reached out and gave his dick a couple strokes which caused him to moan and he grinned at me through half lidded eyes and I stopped stroking him. Another scene started playing on the TV, featuring two different men and a different woman. This time, they were checking into a hotel, and one of them said, “I’m so glad we’re finally off the road.” She parked her roller bag and added, “I never want to get in the car again,” then stretched her back by bending over and touching her toes. “Do you need a massage?” The second guy asked, and then the music kicked in. “Do you need a massage?” Shane asked and squeezed my thighs, the head of his dick brushing against my balls and then sliding down to my lube drenched grundle before he pulled back. I chuckled, “I need Veronica to get here. I’m so horny.” “Yeah, fuck, me too,” he contorted himself to grab his phone without leaving his spot on the bed. He sent a quick text and set the phone down. Immediately his hand went back to stroking his cock. “You know what would be hot?” “What?” “Ah…no, never mind,” he shook his head and turned back to the TV. “Well, now I need to know,” I pressured. “It’s stupid, I don’t know why I said anything,” he kept looking at the TV. “Dude, come on, what would be hot?” He turned to look at me and grabbed the bottle of poppers, taking a hit as if that would change the subject. Then he handed me the bottle. I grabbed it, adding, “Bro, just tell me,” and inhaled deep. He closed his eyes, still holding his last hit in. Then I took a hit on the other side as he exhaled. “Fuuuck,” he said and squeezed my upper thighs really hard, and it made me moan and exhale my hit. I felt the rush washing over me. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation and mumbled, “Just tell me.” “Ugh, ok, but don’t judge me,” he prefaced. I shook my head, implying I won’t judge. “It would be kinda hot to see how you finger yourself as you jerk off…you know, while we wait on Veronica.” With the rush at its peak, I mumbled, “Mmm…yeah, it would.” “For real? You’ll do it?” He got all excited. Before I could think about it, I shrugged, “If you want…I mean, it feels good,” I chuckled. He grabbed the lube and handed it to me instantly, popping the lid as he did, which got a chuckle from both of us. My rush started to come down as I poured some lube into my left hand and circled my pucker with my fingers. The cool lube grounded me a little, and I started to think this might be a bridge too far. “Are you sure you want to watch?” He grinned, “Fuck yeah, it’ll be so hot to watch you pleasure yourself like that.” He stroked his dick a few strokes. “Wait,” he nearly shouted. Grabbing a pillow, he pushed my legs back and stuck the pillow under my lower back and upper ass cheeks. “This way I can really see it,” he grinned and grabbed the lube. “Want some more?” He uncapped it. I held out my hand and he squirt a dollop on my fingers, then squirt more on his dick and started stroking himself. I turned to watch the TV. I couldn’t watch him while doing this. I learned the hard way that I had to concentrate on relaxing my sphincter for this to feel good, and with him watching me, there was added pressure. Thankfully, my head was spinning from the poppers, weed, and whatever was mixed in with the Gatorade, so as soon as I took my lubed fingers and circled my hole, it instantly felt good and like I could just go for it. Out of caution, though, just using my middle finger, I pushed the tip into my slick pucker, and it went in pretty easily. The feeling of being gently stretched always felt good, but with his lube, it was even better. “Oh shit, that’s hot man,” Shane grabbed my legs and gently spread them a little wider to get a better view, then quickly returned to slowly stroking his dick which I could see was starting to form precum at the tip so I know he wasn’t just saying that, he was really enjoying what he was seeing. I decided to push it into the next knuckle, which was a little uncomfortable for a second, but as I wiggled it inside, it quickly started to feel good. “Keep jerking yourself too,” Shane encouraged, scooting closer to me in excitement. Now as he stroked his dick his fist was bumping into the back of my hand and I felt the precum from his tip a he accidentally rubbed the head on my hand too. My first thought was that’s gross, but as his fist gently bumped the back of my hand on the next stroke, it vibrated through my hand and into my hole, and that was a new feeling I instantly enjoyed. I didn’t tell him he was bumping my hand, since he didn’t seem to care, and after a few more strokes, I was so turned on I was ready to insert another finger. Still, I wasn’t sure if that was taking this too far or if he wanted to see me do it, so I just kept wiggling my middle finger as deep as I could get it while my right hand stroked my dick in time with his stroking. “This feels good,” I whispered in a breathy voice. His eyes latched onto mine. “Yeah?” “Oh yeah,” I confessed. He put his hands on my thighs, gently squeezing as his cock bobbed up and down and his precum smeared on the back of my hand. “Add another finger,” he suggested. I raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” “Fuck yeah,” he insisted. “Want more lube?” He grabbed the bottle and uncapped it. “Umm, sure,” I pulled my finger out and let him dribble an excessive amount into the trench between my middle and index finger. Then he put a little more on his dick, giving himself a few strokes as I returned my fingers to my hole. This time, as I slowly inserted both fingers, he watched in awe as I slowly slid them in as deep as they would go. The stretching was intense, but I felt the need to impress him by doing it without stopping. Like, somehow I’m not a man if I can’t insert two fingers without wincing. “Damn Zach, that’s so hot, look how tight your ass fits around your fingers.” Shane's eyes were like saucers as he watched me finger myself with two fingers now. In his excitement he shifted his weight again an was humping his dick across the back of my hand for a few pumps of his hips before he settled back down and started stroking his dick directly against the back of my hand. The vibration with two fingers in my hole was an insane amount of pleasure. So much so, I found myself trying to pull my fingers deeper into my hole than I had ever done by myself. “Does it feel good?” I let out a very breathy, “Yeah.” “Shit, it’s so hot. Is that weird to say? Fuck, I don’t care man, it’s really hot, you look so hot doing it.” He put his left hand on my thigh, leaned over me really quickly, his dick dragging up my arm, precum streaking in my arm hair until his balls landed on my wrist as he grabbed the little brown bottle next to my shoulder. “Dude, you’re so fucking sexy like this,” he almost mumbled to himself as he opened the bottle and put it under my nose, plugging one side and then the other as I inhaled deep without taking my fingers out of my hole or off my cock. The rush crashing over me like a tidal wave. I felt my hole relax around my fingers, and I was able to push them even deeper in. “Mmmm,” I moaned as my eyelids closed and all of my other senses heightened. I felt my horniness increase from the pleasure of my fingers in my hole. My strokes on my cock were intensified, the heat coming from Shane being under my legs and his dick putting off an amazing amount of heat as it rest against the back of my hand was intense while I heard him take a hit of the poppers. “Fuck dude,” he breathed out before taking another hit and holding it. As he breathed it out he grabbed his dick and started stroking himself. I continued stroking myself and fingering myself as the poppers peaked and then subsided, bringing myself back to the edge and then holding off, letting Shane vibrate my fingers inside me with his jerking off between my legs. It was all so surreal, I almost forgot about Veronica until I heard Shane’s phone buzz. He didn’t seem to hear it because he just kept stroking himself while watching my fingers wiggling inside my tight pucker. “Is that Veronica?” I asked. “Huh? Oh, shit,” he grumbled and grabbed his phone. “She just got out of work, she needs to go to her place and shower before she comes over,” he read me the bullet points. He sent a quick text and then put the phone back down. “We can wait, this is already hotter than I thought it would be,” he said, grabbing my thigh with his left hand and his dick with his right, shifting his weight again and I swear he was so close his ball brushed against the back of my hand before he settled. “Should we…wait for her? I don’t want to accidentally cum,” I chuckled. “Fuck that, she’ll get here when she gets here, I’m having too much fun,” he grinned. “Unless you want to stop,” he added. I shook my head no. I was too close to blowing my load to think clearly. The sex fog in my brain had me feeling good all around. “Good,” he said. “Want some more?” He held up the bottle of poppers. I nodded yes. “Yeeeeah boooy,” he leaned over me again. Again his balls dangled over the hand in my ass, his dick sliding along my dick was so weird but oddly a turn on at the same time. He helped me take another hit before he settled back down to take a hit of his own. Capping the bottle he got up on his knees a little, grabbing my thighs he rocked his hips so his dick slid up along my cock and his balls gently banged into the back of my hand and he let out a heavy breath. He did this through the entire peak of my popper high and his until we both settled down and started stroking our dicks again. “Fuck dude, do you want to try for a third finger?” I grinned and nodded yes. I was feeling so good that a third finger could only enhance this situation. Shane grabbed the lube and put the tip just under my balls and squeezed. I felt the liquid hit my grundle and drip down, and I caught it with the fingers still in my hole. “Wait, wait, wait,” Shane said, capping the lube and grabbing the poppers. He stuck them back under my nose, and I took a hit. “Deeper this time and hold it,” he said, holding it under the other nostril. I did as I was told and took a really deep breath until I thought my lungs would pop. “That’s it,” he said, taking a quick hit for himself and settling back down. Then he hooked his hands under my knees and pushed them back toward my chest so he could watch. “Ok, now,” he said, finally exhaling. With the rush washing over me, I didn’t focus on him holding my knees up and just focused on the pleasure of all of this. Slowly sliding my middle and index finger out, I quickly adjusted my fingers and pushed back in slowly, adding my ring finger this time. “Oh shit,” I groaned as I quickly hit the first knuckle and it was already more stretching than just two fingers flexing inside. “That’s it, keep going,” he encouraged. “This is so hot.” I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes closed. I tried to focus on relaxing, and it actually worked. My fingers slid into the second knuckle, and now I knew I was more stretched out than I had ever been, so I had to stop pushing in. “Oh shit Zach, that’s so hot!” Shane's excitement was intoxicating. “Keep going, see if you can get them even deeper.” I slowly pushed even deeper, letting out a groan and clenching my hole around my fingers as I did. It didn’t hurt as much as it was uncomfortable and hard to do from this angle…but yeah, the new diameter was a bit intense. “Ungh, I can’t go any deeper,” I admitted. “Shit, dude, that’s still so hot. Does it feel good?” He let my legs go back down and started stroking himself with his right hand and rubbing higher up on my thigh with his left hand. I groaned, “It’s ok, I’m getting used to it.” He chuckled, “Dude, I’m so turned on by it. I know that sounds weird, but I don’t care, man. Something about it just looks so hot,” he grinned at me. “Can you pump in and out like before?” I tried to pump in and out, but the best I could do was wiggle my wrist, and my fingers gyrated in me a little. “Mmmph…I can’t.” He rubbed both of my thighs up and down, letting his dick rub the back of my hand as he slowly slid his hands up so his thumbs could massage my crotch. “Do you want me to try?” I opened my eyes to see his still locked on my hand or maybe his dick, it’s hard to tell. “What do you mean?” He looked up at me and smiled, “Can I try fingering you?” I swallowed hard, “I don’t know, that’s kinda…you know.” He chuckled, “Dude, it’s no big deal, I’ve let a guy do it to me before, it always feels better when someone else fingers you.” “Really?” “Yeah,” he scrunched up his face as if I asked the dumbest question in the world. “I guess, if you want to, it could be cool,” I said, slowly pulling my fingers from my hole. He didn’t hesitate and reached for the lube, coated the fingers on his left hand, then lifted my balls with his right hand so he could see what he was doing and slowly slid his fingers down my grundle into my crack and then found my pucker. “Oh…ahhhmmm,” I breathed out as he circled the ring and landed in the center. My pucker instinctively tightened before he could push one finger in, but he pushed just hard enough that his finger pushed in and kept going until he had it all the way on. “Ahhh…shit,” his finger was a bit more rigid and overall bigger than mine and it stung a lot more than when I used mine. “Oh shit, that feels so good, holy shit dude,” he comented as he did more of an in and out motion as opposed to the wiggling I did with my finger. “I can feel you gripping my finger dude, that’s so fucking hot,” he chuckled. “Ungh, shit, it’s so weird,” I groaned. “I’m going to put a second finger in,” he said, as he was already sliding the first finger out to add the second, and without pausing, pushed in two fingers. “Oh fuck, Shane…ahhh, that’s, ahhh,” I hissed but then he twisted his hand so it was palm up and did this Spiderman thing where he pressed his fingers hard into my anal wall and I had a rush of intense pleasure. “Oh, shit, that…that feels better,” I was squirming under his assault on what turns out to be my prostate. “That’s the spot?” He pressed even harder with each click of his fingers. “Ungh…yeah, oh man,” I grabbed my dick and started jerking off. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t waste it. “You like it?” He asked in a breathy voice, stroking his dick with his other hand. I could only nod yes as I breathed heavily and stretched my legs over his thighs, my toes starting to curl from the pleasure. “Damn dude, you’re ass is so warm and tight, it’s like trying to eat my fingers. Do you want me to try a third?” He pulled his two fingers to just the tips as he asked the question, not waiting for the answer, he aligned his fingers and started pushing in. “Ahhhgh, that’s too much,” I groaned. “Let me add more lube,” he said, reaching for the lube without removing his fingers from my hole. “Shit, I don’t think lube will help,” I hissed. “Let’s see, I need more for my dick anyway,” he popped the cap, pulling his fingers out except the tip and added more lube, then slowly pushed them back in. Holding his fingers at two knuckles deep, not moving a muscle, it gave me a chance to breathe. He drizzled more lube on his dick and before he capped the lube he asked, “Do you need more on your dick?” I shook my head no and he capped it, smearing the lube all over his dick. “Damn dude, I’ve never had anything this tight on my fingers. Does it feel good?” I sighed, “It’s alright. Just hold it there.” He did as he slowly stroked his dick. After a minute, he slowly started pulsing his fingers, almost like he was trying to spread my hole instead of fingering it, but it was so gentle it actually felt really good, and I started jerking off to the new pleasure. “Jesus, I can feel your ass clamp down and then relax on my fingers, like it’s your heartbeat. Does it feel good?” I nodded, “It’s better.” I was slowly jerking myself because every few strokes I felt him hit my prostate and it would almost make me cum, and I definitely didn’t want to cum before Veronica got here. Oh shit, Veronica… “Did Veronica text?” “No.” He kept pulsing his fingers. “Are you…mmm….are you sure?” He dropped his dick and reached for his phone. “Nah, not yet.” Then I heard a notification chime. “I put the volume up so we’ll know for sure when she texts.” He put the phone back down and started stroking his dick again. “Shit, I think we should stop until she gets here,” I dropped my dick. “No way, dude, this is too much fun.” I felt his fingers go deeper in my hole, just a little bit but enough to feel it deep in my guts, “Ungh…fuck…I don’t want to cum before she gets here…ungh, and I’m getting close,” I warned. He handed me the little brown bottle, “Here, these will help.” I didn’t hesitate and took a hit. “Take another hit, a really big one this time, and hold it as long as you can.” I did as he instructed, and the rush was so intense I almost blacked out before exhaling. “Oh fuuuck,” I mumbled. “Better?” “Mmmm, yeah,” I groaned and spread my legs a little wider. “Yeah, that’s it, fucking feels good doesn’t it?” He managed to push his fingers a little deeper. “Ahhh….mmmm, yeah, fuck, so good,” I tossed my head from side to side on the mattress. I can’t believe how good this feels. Then he took it up a notch and was suddenly stroking my dick while fingering my ass. “Ohhh God….yeah, that, that…” was all I could mumble. He chuckled, “Damn Zach, you really like getting your ass played with, huh?” I rubbed my face and mumbled, “I didn’t…ungh, now I do.” He stroked me a little faster and harder, so he was pounding down on my crotch at the same time pushing up on my prostate. “Oh FUCK, Shane…I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” I squirmed under him, my legs wrapped around his back. He dropped my dick and slowly pulled his fingers out of my hole. “Damn dude, that was so hot, I can’t get over how tight you are. I’ll bet it would feel so good on my dick.” He started stroking his dick with his right hand again, his left hand lifting my balls and then letting his thumb drop down to my pucker in the gentlest touch. I was completely blown away by the stimulation he had just given me, and yeah, I heard what he said, but it hadn’t yet registered —what he said. As the intensity started to simmer down, my breathing coming back to normal, I could hear the porn again and glanced at the screen. Much like the previous video, the two guys were fucking, this time the first guy was laying like I am with the guy between his legs like Shane is between mine, just railing him, and the rigl is bobbing her head up and down on his cock and the dude looks like his mind is blown…not unlike mine right now. “That looks so hot, doesn’t it?” Shane asked. I reached for my dick which had finally settled down enough that I could start stroking it again without popping off. “Yeah,” I nodded without taking my eyes off the video. Shane chuckled, “Zach, would it be crazy…would you let me try putting my dick in you?” My head snapped back to Shane, trying to focus on his face, expecting him to be joking, “What?” He grinned, “Just the tip, you know, just to feel how tight you are.” My face scrunched up, “I don’t know, man, that’s pretty gay.” “It’s no more gay than what we already did.” He started rubbing his thumb over my lubed hole. “Mmm, yeah, but, it is, it’s not a finger, it’s your dick,” I tried to laugh it off. “Come on, man, I’ve never felt any hole so tight, let me just feel your ring around the head and then I’ll pull out.” “I don’t know man,” I felt that flush come back to my chest, a nervousness mixed with an extreme horniness. “What’s there to think about? I’m not going to tell anyone, and you liked my fingers so much you almost blew your load.” “Just the tip?” He reached for the lube. “Yeah, it won’t be weird, it’ll probably feel really good for both of us.” He squirt some lube on his fingers and rubbed it on my hole, then added more to his dick, quickly shifting a little closer so he had to push his cock down to reach my hole. His left hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing between my leg and grundle I felt his cock slip down between my ass cheeks, slick as all hell it slid right over my hole and I let out a sigh. He lowered his dick even more, the tip centering on my pucker and he nudged the head in, using gentle rocking until he finally gave it a little extra pressure and my hole stopped resisting his girth and it popped in with a sting. “Ahhh, FUCK, no pull it out!” I growled. The pain shot into my guts like someone fired a gun into my ass. He rubbed my thigh, “Dude, I’m not even in yet, you gotta let me get the head in.” He reached over and grabbed the poppers to hand them to me. “Here, take a hit, it’ll help you relax.” I quickly uncapped the bottle and took a deep hit, then another. The rush was a million times better than the sting of his dick. “Take another hit, a big one on each side, and really hold it.” Shane started adding gentle pressure this time. Shifting his weight for more leverage as I took my hits and held it like he asked. The wave crashed over me and I felt myself start to relax and let his dick push into my hole. This time, without the sting, the head sank into my hole with a smooth warmth and added pressure to my prostate. We both let out an “mmmm” as we held it there. He was restraining from pushing deeper, and I was restraining from pushing him out. “Fuck that feels good. I can feel your hole clamp down on me. Can you feel me in you?” I nodded and groaned, “It’s weird.” “Good weird or bad weird?” “Just…weird,” I felt the poppers hit their peak and my hole relaxed a little more around his cock. “Oh fuck, I can feel your hole trying to suck me in like it did with my fingers.” He had both hands on my upper thighs now, his cock slowly inching it’s way a little deeper. “Holy shit Zach, it’s so warm, like a silk pillow wrapped tightly around my tip…I’m gonna push a little deeper, see if you can handle more of me.” “Ungh, wait,” I groaned, but didn’t really put up a fight as he sank two more inches into me. “Ahhh…fuck, ok, that’s enough,” I groaned when he got a little too deep and I felt a pang. He stopped pushing and grabbed the poppers, taking a deep hit. “Fuck dude, you’re so tight I almost nut when you clamped down just now,” he chuckled as he exhaled. “Dude, what? You better not cum in me,” I clamped down instinctively and he gripped my thighs tight with his hands. “Oooh, shit, dude, if you don’t want me to nut right now you need to relax,” he whispered as if the vibration of sound would set him off. “Shane, no, you need to pull out,” I insisted. “Can’t, you’re clamped so tight, if I move I’m gonna blow,” he whispered again. I grabbed the poppers from him and took a deep hit, then another. As the rush hit me, I took another deep hit and another for good measure, feeling my body completely relax to the point where my dick started going soft. Shane noticed and started stroking my dick for me as the poppers did their thing. “Shit….ok, I can feel you relaxing,” Shane said and slowly pushed deeper into me. “Ahhh, fuck, Shane, you’re pushing in, you need to pull out,” I groaned feeling him hit deep in my guts and the feeling was a new height of pleasure that almost made me blow my load. “Does it feel good?” “Mmm…yeah, but I don’t want you to cum in me…and I don’t want to cum before Veronica gets here,” I mumbled and clenched on his dick again. “Oh fuck, dude, that feels so good, you feel so good, I don’t want to pull out yet. Can’t we just do this until she gets here?” “I don’t know, ungh,” he rocked his hips a hair, “Are you….do you just want to hold it there?” He pulsed his dick inside me, “I can hold it, or I can give you a few pumps,” he rocked his hips out a tiny bit and then back in. “Ungh…fuck” I groaned. “It feels good, right?” “Mmmm, yeah but…” “So let me get a few pumps in, just until Veronica gets here,” he insisted. “Is she going to be here soon?” “She’ll be here any minute, I think,” he rocked his hips again, the pain gone and nothing but pleasure this time. “Fuck…ok, but…mmm, ok, we should use a condom though,” I moaned. “Why? You can’t get pregnant?” “Yeah, but…” “I’m not going to cum in you, I’m saving it for her,” he rocked his hips in a slightly bigger stroke. “Ungh, ok, just a few minutes until she gets here,” I caved, grabbing my dick. He leaned over me and started to slowly pump his hips in and out, his dick sliding in deeper and then back out until it almost popped out, then he’d pump all seven inches back into me and grind on my ass. “Your ass feels so good, I love how tight you are,” he mumbled between thrusts. I kept stroking my dick, but as I felt myself getting close I’d stop stroking, even though he kept pumping into me. After only a couple of minutes, it was feeling so good that stopping jerking wasn’t going to do it, so I grabbed the poppers and took a deep hit, then another. Shane smiled at me as my rush peaked and he thrust a little harder into me, his cock hitting even deeper inside me. His face looked like he was in pure bliss, and I was getting nervous. I offered him the poppers, and he nodded yes. Taking a good hit on both sides, but he kept slowly pushing in and grinding as he did. “Oh man, Zach, this is the best ass I’ve ever had, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” “Dude, you need to hold out. Veronica will be here soon,” I groaned, feeling him hitting deep with every pump. “I can nut twice, I need to nut,” he said, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slamming into my ass for a few strokes and then he slammed hard into me and I felt his dick throb, “Ungh,” he slammed into me again, and his cock slid with no friction, so smooth it felt so good and wet. “Mmmm.” he moaned quietly as he stopped moving inside me. “Fuck, did you just cum inside me?” I asked, feeling his dick still twitching inside me. “Oh yeah, fuck, Zach, you’re hole is so tight, I couldn’t hold it,” He chuckled, still holding himself over me he slowly sat up straight and put his hands on my thighs as he caught his breath. “Dude, I told you not to cum in me,” I was having mixed feelings, it felt so good, but I was also angry. “Sorry dude, it just happened, I couldn’t help it,” he slowly started to pull out, and my hole suddenly felt empty. “What about Veronica?” I asked. He grabbed his phone, “Oh shit, she text.” He started texting her back. I started stroking my dick, “Is she almost here?” “Damn dude, I had a lot of lube on my fingers, I think I turned the ringer on and then back off by accident.” “Ok, is she here?” He sent a text, “I think she got here but forgot which apartment I’m in and then left when I didn’t respond to her half dozen messages and two phone calls.” He looked over at me with a guilty look on his face. “Are you serious?” I felt my blood boiling. “Yeah dude, look,” he showed me her response to his most recent message, saying, “I left,” time-stamped 12:04 a.m. Now it’s 12:05 am. I couldn’t think straight, “Fuck, I can’t believe…..FUCK,” I felt dirty and used, as I rolled off the bed and yanked my clothes back on. “Sorry, man, it was an accident,” Shane was trying to calm me down, but I wouldn’t hear it. I just kept grumbling about how this is bull shit, gathered my things and stormed out. The next day, after classes, I had a shift at the coffee shop with Anya. “You look like shit,” she said. “I had a late night,” I said, grabbing a mug and pouring myself some coffee. “How was spring break?” She asked. “It was ok, I guess, how was yours?” “Ugh, it was ok, I ended up going home…” “Because you broke up with Shane?” I was about to launch into how ‘he’s an asshole’ but then she corrected me. “Well, yeah, but he called me up a few days ago and apologized, so we’re good now,” she then launched into a long story about something that happened to her at home. All I could think was how Shane lied to me about being broken up, fucked me, nut in me, and…what else was he lying about?

Andy is a boy that just turned 18. He came from a very conservative Asian family and was not able to fully embrace the part of himself that was gay. He is extremely naïve to how the real world works due to his sheltered upbringing. He is also prone to thinking everyone is as honest as he was raised to be. He had started college and was for the first time in his life away from his controlling family and able to embrace his homosexual side. All someone had to do was look at the Asian twink to know he was a natural bottom gay. He is just the last to know. Andy created a profile on a hookup site believing it to be a regular social media for connecting with other gay students. His profile was simple. A good Christian boy looking for other nice guys to network. First time away from home so looking a group of my own. I’m a complete virgin and waiting for Mr. Right. The profile went on but basically he was screaming naïve boy who is far too trusting needs what is coming to him. Plenty of guys messaged the teen up and almost all of them started with crude language that turned Andy off right away. Enter Quinn – a college jock in his senior year of college. Quinn was an alpha male that loved turning out younger guys, especially the innocent ones. The innocent ones made his dick bounce. Quinn was just smoking a bowl of tina, browsing through the site when he came across Andy’s profile. Q: oh wow, look at this little sheep. I can smell the innocence on this one. Quinn was experienced at talking to sweet young things like Andy. He messaged a nice cordial DM and the ball was rolling. Andy received Quinn’s message. It was a nice change from all the smut he was getting from the other guys on the site. The seeds were planted and Andy never had a chance. They messaged back and forth for a few weeks and Andy felt extremely comfortable with Quinn now. When they finally started talking about sex it was calmly and meticulously planned out. Andy had admitted that though he was as virgin, he wanted to explore some stuff. With the right guy. Oh Quinn innocently responded with I think you’re really special. Andy was eating this shit up and they started talking about meeting up for coffee. They met up a few times socially, usually getting coffee at the local coffee bar. Andy was reassured at every turn that Quinn was just a nice guy through and through. When the conversation returned to sex, Andy was less bashful and started to say he’d like to try some stuff with Quinn but not all the way. He was still saving himself for the man of his dreams. They set up a date where Andy would go over to Quinn’s place and they would chill a bit and see where things went to. Quinn had made sure they had brought up rimming in their earlier conversations. He explained that it made a boy feel amazing without having sex. Andy had agreed to let Quinn try it out on him. Quinn explained about douching so that he would lick a clean ass. Andy agreed. The night of the date had come Andy was extremely nervous. He had made sure to clean out properly and was ready to go. He told himself that he would just see where the date went. No pressure. He walked up to Quinn’s door and rang the doorbell. Quinn answered the door and continued to play the innocent part. He welcomed him into his pad. It was an house that he shared with 2 roommates but he said they were gone for the night. He offered the teen a soda and politely excused himself to the kitchen. Quinn returned with 2 cups with soda. He handed one to Andy, who was nervous and parched. Andy gulped the drink down in an instant. They both laughed nervously. Quinn offered him some more soda and before he received an answer, he was pouring half of his soda into Andy’s cup. Andy drank up and finished his second glass. They spent some time just talking on the couch, just chatting away. About 20 mins into their conversation, Quinn felt like the G had enough time to start its magic. Quinn got close up to Andy and started kissing him. They made out for a while. Quinn could feel the twink getting looser and more relaxed underneath him. He reached down and pulled off Andy’s shirt and then threw off his own. They were chest to chest and the kissing was getting more intense. Andy started showing signs of disorientation and Quinn took the opportunity to help guide him to his bedroom. Andy was a bit wabbly but was excited to branch out and see what happens. When they entered the room, the first thing noticeable was a sling set up in the middle of the room. The queen size bed was to the side and so was the dresser and closet. Everything seemed to be positioned around the sling. A: oh what’s that? Q: oh that’s just a nifty contraption to elevate you while I eat you out. It’s really fun. Quinn slide up behind Andy and started to rub his perky ass. He placed his hand under his underwear and squeezed his cheek with one hand. With his other hand he reached up and grazed Andy’s nipple. Just a soft touch to make him take a deep breath. He starts to kiss Andy’s neck from behind him. His hands make their way to the front of Andy’s pants. He undoes the button and zipper and the pants slide down. Meanwhile, Quinn’s kisses have moved upward and he is now nibbling on his earlobe. Andy is overwhelmed with all these new sensations that he didn’t even realize his pants were down until Quinn had him step out of them completely. Andy started to feel a bit vulnerable. Sensing this, Quinn also took off his pants, getting down to his boxers. He reaches forward and turns Andy around so he can grind his dick into the boy’s ass. Andy’s breathing is getting louder. Quinn notices his unstable wobbling in place and suggests Andy try out the sling. With the G clouding his mind, he just lets Quinn guide him into the sling. Andy is laying in it like he had done it a million times. Q: ok lets lose these. Quinn reaches forward and grabs the twinks underwear and pulls them up and over his legs. Q: Can you feel the a slight breeze on your butt now? A: yeah, I can. It feels pretty good. Q: oh that aight nothing yet. Quinn starts tying restraints to his ankles. A: what are you doing? Q: oh this is because it’s gonna feel so good that your legs are going to squirm about and rock the whole thing. This helps with keeping them in place. A: ah, ok… guess that makes sense. Quinn walked up to the other side and pulled his left arm up and tied it up. He walked over to the right A: why are you doing my arms? Q: oh this is so you have something to hold on to. See, your wrists are tied loosely so you can pull them out whenever you want. He secures the right arm. He walks over to his dresser, turns on some mood setting music, and pulls out a wooden box and walks back over to the sling. He places the box down on the floor. Q: okay, are you ready to feel my tongue in your ass? A: yeah, im ready. Quinn approaches Andy’s hole and softly licks the opening. The boy makes a slight moan. Quinn dives in and starts to open the boy up. He has the Asian twink moaning. He is fucking the hole with his tongue; getting it all wet. Q: I’m going to try using my finger, okay? A: ah, okay… Quinn gets to his knees and opens the wooden box and reaches for a bottle of lube. He places a small amount on his finger and pushes half his finger into the boy. Andy makes a noise of discomfort but doesn’t say anything. Quinn pulls the finger out and places another small amount of lube on his finger before pushing it back into the hole. This time he got the whole finger to go in. He pulls the finger out and opens a small baggie of powder, dips his finger in it and pushes it back into the boy. A: oh no, it burns a little Q: that’s okay, it’s supposed to for a bit. It will pass. Quinn repeated the dip and pushed the finger in all the way. A: is it supposed to keep burning? Q: it will stop burning in a minute. Just wait it out. Quinn pull the single finger out and replaced it with 2 fingers. Pushing them in made the boy moan. Q: okay now, time to start the fun. Quinn went back to rimming the boy. Andy felt amazing the burning had stopped and his ass was feeling great. It was sending tingles all over his body. He was so lost in tingles that he never heard the sound of Quinn’s closet opening. His eyes were shut (in what he thought was bliss) and didn’t see 2 shadows come out, one on each side of him. It was a complete shock to him to feel the restraints on his wrists were being tightened. He opens his eyes and sees 2 other gorgeous jocks just like Quinn on each side of him. He tried to pull his arms out but to no avail. A: what’s going on? Who are these guys? Why cant I get out? Quinn stands up and stares at Andy with eyes of lust. Q: oh these are my roommates. We do everything together. We corrupt nice boys like yourself together. We parTy together A: party? What do you mean like cake? Q: Drug fueled sex parties. A: I thought you said you never did drugs. You said no sex. Just rimming. Andy struggles to try to free himself but gives up after a few minutes. Q: just relax and enjoy. I know we are gonna enjoy ourselves. You might as well enjoy it too. In fact, I’m sure you are gonna love it. Quinn reaches down into his wooden box and opens a baggie with big rocks of tina. He picks out 2 good sized shards and placed them at the boy’s hole. He bends down and spits on the hole and pushes the big one into the teen. A: ahh, it burns. Stop it. Please. I don’t do drugs Q: well that is a shame because drugs love to do you. With that comment, he pushed the second shard in and holds his fingers in place to let it absorb. Q: and another one for good measure. Quinn reaches down and pulls out another shard and pushes it in the hole. Again he holds it in place. Once he hears the teens pleas turn into moans, he starts finger fucking him. Q: okay boys, time to drop ‘em and start playing. The 2 other jocks throw their clothes off. Both are already hard with their dicks pointing up at the ceiling. Quinn slides the wooden box over to one of the men. He opens it up and pulls out a pipe and a torch. The pipe is prepacked with a full bulb. He flicks the torch on and bounces the flame off the bottom of the bulb. He blows out a huge cloud right into the teen’s face. He takes another big hit and blows in his face again. Q: okay Andy, I’d like to introduce you to Klein, the man blowing in your face. Klein is packing 8 inches for you tonight. And this other hunk is Ivan. Say hello guys K: hello hole of the night. I: hello future cumslut Klein passed the pipe to Ivan. He repeated the process of blowing clouds right into the teen’s face. They pass the pipe over to Quinn. He walks over to Andy’s side with his head and rips a huge hit, he then bends down, grips the teen’s nose and presses against his lips. The teen opens his mouth and Quinn blows the huge cloud into his mouth. The teen just coughs taking most of the cloud into his lungs. Quinn does it again, this time without holding his nose. The teen instinctually opened his mouth to start kissing. The lungs fill with cloud again, this time he blew out some of the cloud. A: oh my gawd, what is this feeling? Feeling all over? Q: that’s the tina working on you. K: you feel that tingle in your mouth? I: you feel that tingle in your boy hole? A: yes, like a burning but in a good tingle way. K: that means you are starting to fly I: that means you are ready for our dicks Q: that means you’re all ours Quinn pushed his dick to Andy’s mouth. The twink opened up like he was programmed to do it. This was the first blow job he had ever given but he was taking to it nicely. He got the dick nice and slick of spit. He walked around to the boy’s exposed hole. He spit on the hole before lining his dick up to it. Pop, his head slid right in. The boy yelped. He grabbed the teen by the waist and slammed the rest of his 7 inches in one push. The boy cried out. A: nooo, take it out. Please take it out. It hurts Q: oh no I’m sorry let me take it out if it hurts. Quinn pulled out almost all the way leaving just his head. He waited for him to stop clinching so hard and then slammed it right back in to the hilt. A: ahhh, nooo, please. Gawd please. It’s too big Q: if you think I’m too big, then you are gonna be shocked by the boys. They both pack 8 inches. Your lucky though, all three of us are pretty much the same thickness. So once you get used to my dick, they should be good to plow you too. Quinn pulled almost out. Boom! Slammed back in. He surprised Andy when he did pull all the way out. He thought it might be the end of his escapades. He was sorely mistaken. Quinn just reached into the wooden box and pulled out the powder and coated his dick. He pushed right back into the teen. A: burns, burns, burns, Ivan pushed his dick into the boy’s mouth. It muffled the cries a bit. Q: get used to it already. There you go. I can feel you relaxing. Maybe now I can fuck. Quinn slammed balls deep and felt less resistance from the hole. He knew it was time. He started to pound out like a jackhammer. Luckily the music he had started earlier was drowning out the cries from Andy. By the time Quinn was ready to shoot his load, the teens cries were turned into moans of a whore. He was begging for more dick, more pounding. Q: I knew I picked well with this one. Quinn pushed as deep as he could into the hole and shot his first load. He pulled out and slapped Andy’s ass, leaving a pink hand print on his porcelain left cheek. Ivan stepped away from Andy’s mouth and goes to the wooden box. He collects 2 more chunks of tina goes to the boy’s hole. He pushes in the first chunk with his finger. He then puts the second one against the hole and pushes it in with his dick. With the new tina added to the cum already in the hole, his dick slid right in. A yelp escaped the boy as he got used to the new length of dick in him. But Klein pushed his dick in the boy’s face. He took it in his mouth and again his noises were muffled. I: oh yeah baby, make me feel it. Damn he’s tight. Definitely was a virgin but once it’s in, it fits like a glove. Ivan grips the tied up legs and uses the leverage to have the boy rock the sling and bounce back on his dick. He just stands there bringing the ass to him. He enjoys that for a long while. Klein pulls his dick out and switches sides. He feeds the teen his dick from the other side of his face. Ivan takes this opportunity to start long dicking the twink. When he was finally ready to blow his load, he kept long dicking him and the cum was shot the length of his ass and then pushed further back and back and back. He pulls out and Klein pulls out of the twink’s mouth. It is Klein’s turn to visit the wooden box. But he reaches for something else. He likes fucking looser holes. He was just gonna take a shortcut. He pulls out a point. He makes a small sized shot ready for the twink. Klein goes over to his arm restraint. The boy is flying high and wasn’t even fazed when his arm was untied. K: ok now boy, I don’t wanna hurt you. Keep your arm still and it wont hurt. He ties off the boy’s arm and pushes the needle in a vein. He draws back, registers, and pushes the liquid in. he unties and pushes the twink’s arm up above his head. The twink starts a coughing fit. As it subsides, the twink’s eyes go black and he is flying super high. Klein even leaves his arm untied. Klein goes to the boy’s hole and sticks his finger into the wet opening. It sucks on his finger. K: perfect Klein lines his dick up and slams it into the boy. The teen squeals in excitement and his small tina dick cums on himself. The third jock shows off his stamina by power fucking the twink for almost an hour. With a few breaks to stop for water. The boy is just limp like a stack of potatoes enjoying the assault on his hole. Andy tries to jerk himself off but is stuck staring off into the unknown. When Klein is ready to shoot his load, he reaches for the boy’s head and pulls him down toward himself. The three jocks stare down at the used twink. Andy stares back but looks like he is staring at a scene behind the men that only he can see. Quinn pushes a medium sized butt plug into the boy. A: am I done? Q: done? Don’t you want more dick? You cumwhore. A: yes I want dick. I want all your cum. … bu K: Good because we not done yet. you just got a baby shot. The three jocks share a good laugh and walk away from the twink in the sling. I: lets go get something from the kitchen. We need to eat something if we are gonna go all night. K: fuck eating, I need more water. They just leave the boy in the sling behind like an afterthought.

Normally I don’t comment on oral. It isn’t really sex it’s more like a hand shake. Anyway…I just sucked a guy off that had a nice cock in the park. He came big and of course I thanked him for the gift. He said it was just as good as last time. I said…I have played with you before? And he said I fucked you about a year ago here. I honestly don’t remember it. I told him he could have bred me this time. He said he didn’t have time today. I thought to my self…it would take him longer to breed me?? Then I started to over think it and thought that maybe it was because my cunt was sloppy and it would take him longer to nut. I’m probably over thinking it. P.s while I was typing this I just went and sucked off another guy in his car. It’s a good day so far.

Honestly Berlin was great, still a lot of timewasters where you'd organise a meet and then they'd go silent or vanish. Saunas or sex clubs were decent but lots of the typical guys wandering around aimlessly for hours and not wanting to shoot their shot too early. There were days when I was scared I'd get no loads at all only for it to pick up and me to stumble back to the hotel at 6am leaking cum into my jeans. The last night was tough though. Got fucked in one darkroom only to get to the next bar, meet a hot rubber pig, and then we're taking turns punchfucking each other in the sling in the basement. It was incredible. After he'd worn my hole out I got to fist him elbow deep and feel my hand through his stomach until he came jerking off his soft dick. When I got back to the hotel I found two big dicked guys to come round via Grindr to doublefuck me but one of them couldn't get hard cos he'd been on meth so he had to leave while the other one was fucking me, shot a huge load up inside me and once he was gone I had to pack up and go get my plane home for 6am. Was so hot flying on the plane with my cock still caged and my guts full of German spunk. I went on a non-weekend, would really like to go back for a weekend or for Folsom and really get myself wrecked.

So I have always been "good". Only ever had one hookup and would never get intimate with someone who I wasnt dating and want to be in a relationship with. Well I started to date this dom and he didnt let me cum often. This made me go crazy and set a change in me. After things ended with the dom I know I needed dick. So I jumped on the apps. The first guy I went to. Very verbal and knew exactly what I was. Within 30 minutes, I was on my knees in front of him. He was average but boy did he know how to treat me. He came in my mouth and let me lick his cock clean. Back home I made a promise to myself that I wouldnt cum until I got another load. I went back on the apps and found someone local. This time was a lot more sensual. We were naked rubbing up against each other. It wasn't the best as he was too soft with me. But after some intense throat fucking. I got his cum. After getting back home I had the urge to get more. Someone just sent me a photo of their dick, which was beautiful, and within a few messages, he was standing outside my door. This fella was pretty hot. Toned with muscled hairy legs. His dick was thick, heavy and probably the biggest ive ever seen. He didnt take long fucking my throat. When I say fucking, it was pounding. It felt so right but my throat was sore from the other guys. I wish I took it longer. I was swooning over his dick. He wasnt very verbal but he didnt need to be. Pushing my limits when I tried to pull off of it, he pushed it back down. He came in my throat and I begged him next time to fuck me. After this I had another message from someone I was trying to see earlier. It was about 23:30 by now and I was getting tired. But I knew I wanted this and didnt want to let him down. Guy number 4 came round and made me suck his dick for a bit. I asked him not to shower as i'm a slut for scent and he let me just take it all in. I tried to swallow his piss but It was just too strong. So he pissed on me instead. Unfortunately he was on a no fap plan, but the precum was pretty amazing. He then left and I was sitting their thinking how I had been sexual with 4 guys in less than 12 hours. When the total number of people previous to that was 7. I still wanted more. I wanked off but that didnt help. I wanted more dick. I hope to keep going and provide a service to all these men. I want some fucking next time. I am becoming my true self. A faggot.

On my way home from work today. I left early because of the holiday weekend. I thought that it may be a busy day at the video store. It was steady. I got there around 1:30 and I saw a daddy that has a big dick that I know. He won’t fuck me but he loves when I suck him. We went into a booth where I proceeded to make love to his cock for awhile. He fed me his load and I was off to find more. There was a booth that was open and playing a video so I went in to watch. An older black guy wanted to come in so I let him in. He pulled out his beautiful 8 or 9” cock and I did my job and got on my knees and started sucking. A few minutes later after he was fully hard he pulled me up turned me around and yanked my shorts down. I instinctively reached back to grab his cock to guide him in but he slapped my hand away. He pushed my head down so I was bent over. Kicked my legs apart. Spit on his hand and rubbed it on my pussy. I knew he wasn’t going to use me gently so I grabbed my poppers and started to inhale. He slammed in me hard and started to pound my pussy relentlessly. I was happy to be used like this. He fucked me hard and then came in me even harder. I tried to tell him thank you and how grateful I was but he just pulled his pants up and left. I noticed the video had stopped so I pulled my shorts up and walked out of the booth. I walked around a little. I gave another blow job to a hot black guy. He shot in my mouth unceremoniously. I walked around a little more and found a door open with a older guy with a nice body and hairy chest stroking his above average cock. I went in and started to suck him. He plumped up nice so I stood up and turned around and gave him the fag stance. He slipped right in and started to fuck me. I felt the need to tell him that I already had a load in me and he said that it was hot. I asked him what gets him off because I wanted to earn his load. He said pigs that have loads in them and want more. It sounded like me. Lol. He fucked me slow and hard and really used my pussy. He finally gave me a really nice load to top me off. I said to him “ your load makes me feel all CHARGED up now.” He just gave me a dirty grin. My pussy was now leaking cum and I was on a mission to get more. I left the booth and walked around some more. I couldn’t find anyone that wanted to play and I was just about to leave when the first guy that bred me came back. The older black guy. I said “ do you need to breed another load in me sir?” He just looked through me. Like I wasn’t human. That made me want him to fuck me even more. I kept watching him walk around. I didn’t want to push it. If he wanted to use me he just had to let me know. After about 30 minutes he walked by me and right into a booth. I walked over and open the door and he motioned me in. It was similar to the first time he bred me he took out his beautiful cock and I started to suck him to get hard. His cock tasted like cum and pussy. He pulled me up again and I assumed the gag pose. I got out my poppers and started huffing hard. He started to pound me again. I told him that I had another man’s load in with his. He said I was a good pig and fucked another load in me. I left to go to happy hour with friends. I kept thinking what they would think if they knew I had three loads of strangers cum inside me.

Part 9 I stand there waiting until suddenly the lights go on in the room. We are standing in the middle of the room. Chairs are set around us in a circle, twelve of them. I can see six VIPs standing behind them. Each has one chair. Next to each VIP is an empty chair, with a dildo placed in the middle of the chair. All VIPs wear red shirts, so we can't see any chests (well, the shirts are so tight, we can see the shapes of their abs and bodies). They all wear tight leather shorts with a zipper in the crotch. Some assistants are coming in and walking behind us. Distracted by the VIPs, I don't really pay attention to them. We hear some tubes being opened, and then... a shockwave hits my body. I feel a finger pushing up my sphincter. I yell softly . I did not expect this. The helpers are massaging our holes. a finger slides deep inside me. The host starts to talk again and tells us our holes are being lubed for this game. Then he starts to give six of us a condom while the helpers are still fingering us. Including me, it tickles inside me, and sometimes he's pushing against my prostate. This takes at least five minutes until the host starts to talk again. "All of you with a condom, walk up to a VIP. Unzip their zippers, suck those cocks, and make them hard." Shit... I need to pick a guy... I look around and walk up to a VIP. He is a Latin guy. If I have to guess, he's from Colombia? He is in his thirties and has a bald, shaved head, strong arms, and big, trained legs. photo of Colombian guy I go down on my knees and open the zipper. I can see a bulge. With my hand, I grab his cock and pull it out. It smells clean, and I can't see any pubic hair. I guess he shaved. It is still really soft, so I have to do my best to make it hard. I put my mouth over it and start to play with my tongue. I rotate it, making circles over his cock. It soon works, and I can feel his cock grow. Now I start to suck him for real, my mouth going up and down on his shaft. I can feel his cock getting harder and harder. He is a grower. Both my hands grab his upper legs so I can put some power into my sucking. Up and down. Sometimes I can feel it go deeper, and it hits my throat . With my teeth, I graze his cock and I see him twitch. I take his cock out of my mouth and excuse myself for that. Then I'm back on the job. To make it up to him, I take his cock deep and feel it sliding down my throat. I hear him moan, so I guess he likes it. After some minutes sucking him, I hear the host calling, "Wrap it up." I take his cock out of my mouth and grab the condom. I tear the package and roll the condom over his hard cock. It looks nice and shiny . I look up at his face, and he smiles at me, giving me a wink. "Now, get on those cocks in front of you, slowly , so it won't break. And the other guys, get your hole on one of the dildos," the host shouts. I slowly stand up and place my legs over the guy. There are no armrests on the chair, so it's not a problem at all. Slowly, I sit down, looking face to face in his eyes. I can feel his cock against my sphincter. Fuck, I think, I'm going to ride a guy who I never chatted with. Slowly I press down. His wrapped cock enters me slowly. I'm still tight, but not as tight as I was yesterday morning, thanks to Mark. "Damn, you have a sweet hole, boy," the VIP tells me. Slowly I'll manage to take it all in, my ass resting on his lap, his balls against me. His wrapped cock deep up my hole. I try to relax, but that's not really working. The host starts to talk again, and I turn my head to him. "Okay, listen up. You guys have to ride these cocks and dildos. Each time the music stops , you get your ass one place over to the left. And you start riding again... Bottoms get a point when the condom breaks in your hole. The game continues. When a VIP cums in your hole after the condom broke, you get two points . Your game is over then. You stay on that cock until the whole game ends, no pulling out. The game ends when all VIPs have shot their loads. If a VIP shoots and the condom did not break, you get two points and a special task at the end of all three games. Let the games begin." There I am. A wrapped cock deep up my hole from a guy I never spoke to; I think he's Colombian? Don't know his name or anything, but I need to ride him. What have I gotten myself into... I start to pull myself up slowly, and I can feel his cock slowly sliding out. My hole is still getting used to it, but it seems to remember the feeling. I get horny instantly and start to feel empty when his cock slides out of my hole. Slowly, I push myself down again, and I can feel his cock filling me up once more . It feels so good... I can feel all of him, and I love the idea of having a big Colombian cock. I start to ride him. I hear him moan softly, but he keeps eye contact. His cock touches my prostate, so I am getting hard too. Then, the music stops. It's a bit of a bummer when I stand up and feel his cock pulling out of my hole. But there is some relief too. The condom is still on it and is not cracked. I take one place to the left, on the dildo. I set myself on it and push. It's hard to get it inside at first, but soon I can feel it up my hole. The dildo is still wet from the first guy , but there is nothing I can do about that. I am riding a sort of lubed-up dildo, lube made of anal fluid. I look to my left to see from which guy this anal fluid is. It's a 30-year-old guy, bigger than me, and he seems to be riding the VIP's cock hard up and down. I can feel the dildo clearly; it has a sort of bulge on the sides. So my hole gets deeply massaged. It works on the walls of my hole, massaging , breaking , and keeping fluid behind on the dildo for the next guy that rides it. So basically, I'm now mixing my ass fluid with someone else's... Again, the music stops, and I go one place to the left. I climb over a skinny 50-year-old man and start to ride him. His cock is not too big and not too small; my hole reacts too . His cock feels way better than the ride on the dildo. It's softer, warmer, and it's the real deal. So much better that you actually want to go for it, so that the condom breaks, the VIP squirts in you, and you can stay on it, so you don't have to take a seat on a dildo anymore. I hear that this same thought is not only in my mind; I hear some other bottoms going up and down real hard; they moan loud . They have the same idea, to let the VIP cum in their holes so they can keep that cock in them instead of the dildo. And again, the music shuts down and its time to switch. Back on the dildo. I push myself down once, and then the music stops again, so back on a VIP's cock then. I can't make sense of the timing of the music. One time it lasts long, the other time short. With this, no VIP or bottom knows how long they have, to make a condom break or a load gets shot up the hole. I set myself to a bit heavier VIP. He has a round belly. The red shirt has been pulled up just a bit. His big breasts and nipples are clearly visible. A big dark beard grows on his chin, and he has curly hair. I lower myself again while the guy grins. Is he into me? He starts to slowly push up deeper into me when I push myself down. The host sees it, but he does not intervene. Some other VIPs see this and start to do the same. I guess it's allowed. With this, the speed goes up. I can hear someone banging real fast. I look over my back and see someone holding onto chains from the ceiling, pumping up and down. It is Kayode… He pulls himself up from the chains and then just drops real fast. Every time, you can hear a loud smack. He's going wild on the VIP. Kayode looks like a sort of Tarzan . Hanging there, his arms veined from holding himself up. His dark-skinned ass is wrapped around a big white cock. I can see his VIP grin, and I groan to him, "Break it, break it, let me take your black ass bare." It seems Kayode is doing his best to do so. My VIP groans to me, "Are you letting him get all the points?" while he pounds his cock back into me. I lose my breath for a moment when he thrusts into me. "Fuck," I think, "that's true, the points..." The music stops again, and I get off the cock. The condom is still intact. I hear the host yell, "One point to them! Kayode broke the VIP's condom." He smiles with satisfaction as he removes the broken condom from the VIP's cock. He walks over to the dildo and pushes himself against it. I'm doing the same. Damn . That guy can fuck. While riding the dildo, another condom breaks. After a few minutes , I have to take a seat on a VIP's cock again. I lower myself and push deep. I guess I have to get some points too. Though this one has a really fat cock. It's hard for me; my hole can't really take it; I am too tight . So, I turn myself around with my back to the VIP and try to take a seat like this. Now I see all the bottoms and VIPs . Some are going harder and faster than others . Some seem to be a bit careful. I can see Kayode hanging on the chains again, doing the same trick on another VIP. It seems to work. I see shreds of a condom hanging from his ass. He broke one again. I push myself down hard . A bit in pain; his cock is so fat, and my hole is a bit too tight for him. But I have to; I have to if I want some points. And then... I feel it. I feel the condom break deep in my hole. It's burst; I can feel his cock pushing through the condom, deeper, bare in my hole. I give a small moan. The VIP has noticed it too and slaps my ass softly, as confirmation of what just happened. I stay put, my eyes wide . Fuck . I am caught up in the game. I have a stranger's bare cock in my hole now, not knowing anything about the guy, not his name, not his age, not his health check , but I still have his bare cock in my hole now. And... I like the feeling. I never thought I would be one of those guys who gives his ass to strangers. And now, in this game... now I'm doing that thing I always disapproved of ... and I like it. I keep riding the top. His bare cock tickles my tight hole, pushing the right spots. I even get hard myself. So, I start to ride him, from fast to slow and back to fast. I can hear he likes it. I'm not sure who I am pleasing more, him or me? But it seems more tops are getting satisfied now. The music stops. Damn , a bit disappointed. I stand up, and I hear the host: "Good guys... three more condoms broke." I get one point, and my smartwatch lights up and counts one. It seems to tally the points in this game. I watch Kayode; he too has one point now , a total of two. One other guy gets a point too. I lower myself onto a chair with a dildo again. This time , nothing happens, so when the music stops, I'll get myself to a top again. This one has no condom anymore, so I can't get 1 point with this guy; only when he cums inside me will I get some points, but the game will be done for me then. Should I try? It is a Chinese-looking guy. I take his cock and see he has a piercing in it. Ohhh damn, that looks rough and hot. It glitters in the dim light, and I can see anal fluid from the other bottoms hanging on it, mixed with, I guess, pre-cum. I have never seen this before. I know it exists, but I have never in my life seen it in real life ... and now... I need to ride it. I push my sphincter against his metal cock ring. It feels a bit cold and wet. It makes my sphincter tighten up. Then, slowly, I let myself lower onto it. My sphincter gives way; I had too many cocks and dildos at this moment, so it really breaks in easily. I lower myself, and I can feel the metal going deeper and deeper into my hole. It feels a bit cold, but fuck... this feels so damn good. I start to ride him. His cock and piercing are hitting my prostate. I want him. I begin to ride him hard. I can hear my ass hitting against his upper legs. I lose myself in it, barely hearing the other guys moan. I can feel his cock swelling inside me. Pre-cumming, I guess. My own cock starts to pre-cum too. A wet spot is clearly visible in my tight jockstrap. I bend to him, my face close to his, and then I start to kiss him while riding him. I'm kissing a stranger. I feel his tongue. He has a tongue piercing too. We keep on kissing, and with my tongue, I play with his tongue piercing. I can feel he clearly likes it. He starts pushing his hips and cock into me. Oh, he feels so good. Then, someone taps on my shoulder. It is another bottom . My turn... the music stopped; did you not hear it? I look around in amazement. I don't hear any music. I missed it stopping. A few VIPs are panting. Several bottoms have already gotten off. A little disappointed, I get off the VIP's dick. His cock is wet and throbbing and way harder than a few minutes ago. The other bottom quickly takes a seat and starts riding him deep. I drift off to my spot. Again, the dildo. I see that this one is also getting wetter and slimier. There is more and more of a mix of pre-cum, anal fluid, and small remnants of lube on it. I take a seat and press myself with my ass onto the dildo again. How much pre-cum will be on this? Were all the bottoms clean, or did a few still have cum in their asses, which is now mixed with this? Who knows. The thought alone makes me shudder and also makes me horny again. The risks shoot through my head. Surely no one with a sexually transmitted disease is among them? No way... while I have the dildo deep inside me, I feel panic rising for a moment, but this quickly ebbs away again. No, I think. I had to submit a health check before I came when booking. Everyone must have had to do this. So this is probably fine. And what are the chances that someone slips through and I meet that guy? No... the hotel can't afford that. They've been organizing this for years. And as I stand now, I'll just enjoy it. Because I didn't know that this hotel stimulates so much sex to give us an unforgettable vacation. I start to ride the dildo harder and harder and hear the VIP panting hard next to me. He looks at me, grabs the bottom , pulls him down towards him, and thrusts deeply. He groans, jerks, pants... I'm coming, I'm coming. The bottom screams it out, points ... I score points... ohhhhhhhmmmmm. The balls of the VIP contract and I see his cock pulsate in the bottom's ass. "We have a cummer!" the host shouts loudly. "The first one... that's 2 points..." The bottom stops and stays on the VIP. He kisses the VIP on his neck and thanks him . The bottom then turns to me while I'm still on the dildo. "You too, thanks," he says. "You did the groundwork. If the music had kept going, you would have had these points." He grins at me and then turns back to the VIP . They start talking softly about general daily things while he keeps the VIP's cock in him as the rules of the game dictate. The music stops again and I go to the next top. Again bare in my ass , but not nearly as hard and stiff. I'm not going to win this one. A little later, I hear two more VIPs panting and loud noises from balls slapping against some asses. Another two VIPs filled up a hole. The host applauds. "Great," he says loudly. "You guys came at the same time. That's 2 points for each. And also a point to our black beauty, Kayode. He broke another condom. That's 1 point for him." The VIPs who have cum, lift their bottoms , with their cocks still in them, and take a seat outside the circle. You can hear the bottoms groan a little as they sit down again because the cocks are thrusting deep back into them. They keep riding their VIPs softly to keep them hard. The empty chairs are removed; the circle gets smaller. Three VIPs, of which one still has a condom, and six dildos. Nine of us. I sit down on a dildo again. "Fuck," I think. "I only have 1 point. I have to earn more points." A little later, another VIP shoots his load in a bottom . Now it's that VIP with that thick pole. He also grabs his bottom and walks out of the circle with his dick still in his ass. The bottom's legs are clamped around his waist. That ass isn't going anywhere, I think to myself. It's so vacuumed that his dick and cum will never slide out. Only two VIPs and eight bottoms . The help puts the chairs together. This way all bottoms can look at each other while riding a cock or dildo. The two tops sit opposite each other. Because of the many chairs with dildos and few tops, I now have to sit on a dildo again. There is also a dildo in the chair next to me, and then another VIP. The VIP with the condom. What turns out... it is the Colombian guy I started with. He briefly looks at me. Another bottom sits on him roughly , trying to break his condom. But... it doesn't break. I watch Kayode, my new friend, so to speak, whom I met at this game, sitting on a VIP. I can see everything clearly. He grabs the chains again that hang down from the ceiling to push himself up and down. He goes wild and so fast. Sweat drips down his beautiful black body. His muscles are clearly visible. His arms, with which he pulls up his own weight and then slams down hard again, are swollen. Veins are clearly visible here; veins in which his strength, horniness, and desire flow . His rasta hair blows wildly up and down. It dances on his head and in front of his face from his shocking movements. I must have these points, he pants to himself. It is a kind of wild African fantasy that I see arranged for me, and I start to pre-cum like crazy. I watch him; I clearly see his jock strap soaked by his own pre-cum, dripping from his jock strap against the chest of the VIP. The VIP notices this too and can't hold it in any longer. He starts to pant heavily. Kayode falls hard on him so that the VIP's cock shoots deep inside his hole. His eyes grow wide, and I see the VIP shake. Another load in an ass...the host calls...while I see his smartwatch light up and points are added. The VIP leaves the circle, together with Kayode, who still has the VIP dick in him and his legs tight around the VIP's hips. One VIP, the rest dildos. But then I hear the host again. We're going to do it differently; a few assistants walk to the dildos, take them off, and sit in chairs themselves . They all have their dicks hard, with a condom wrapped over them and yellow shirts on. All the people who are here now have a condom on, including the one VIP that's left. Only the VIP's condom is wet and shiny from all the asses. "These don't count for points in the game," says the host, "but you probably don't mind this, and it's better than the dildos. And don't worry," says the host. "They all got a pill of Viagra. So even if an assistant squirts, the next one can just sit on him again. Ready? Take a seat." I have an assistant in front of me. A narrow, somewhat smaller dick. I guess he's also about 18 or 19 years old. His head is a bit red. Shy ? "My first time as a top," he says to me. I see one bottom grabbing the dick of an assistant. If they don't count for points...then it probably won't be a problem if I take it off. With one movement , he rolls the condom off the assistant and takes his place . His bare cock shoots up his hole. "Mmmmm," he pants. "Much better this way." The host responds, "That is certainly allowed with the helpers. This shows some appreciation for their good work. But ...once bare , we don't put a new condom on, not even when the music stops." I see a few other bottoms do the same, but not all of them. Only with the VIP is it not allowed to do this. He is still in the game. I look at my helper, also inexperienced and around my age. What the hell. I grab his dick and roll off his condom too. If this is his first time as a top, I want to give him a good experience, like my first bottom experience I had with Mark yesterday. I quickly place myself over him and lower myself. My sphincter is used to taking cock after all these rounds and quickly adjusts. His bare cock is inside me. I grab the chains above me, as I have seen before , and start to pull myself up and then lower myself again. The helper pants it out. "Dammmmm. Dammmmm. This is nice. Fuckkkk your ass; I am in you...ahhhh fuck this is so good. I never knew..." he pants it out. I can see myself in his reaction. Exactly like my reaction with Mark. A world that opens up; literally, something that opens up. My hole. I ride him hard and bare. I let the helper enjoy, from which I can enjoy myself -seeing someone have so much fun from my body, from my ass and hole. I want to give him more and pull myself up faster and faster on the chains, after which I let myself fall down over his bare cock. I see beads of sweat forming around his neck and forehead from pleasure and heat. I want to taste it and bend over. With my tongue, I lick his sweat. It tastes salty, fresh, like a first-time topping. The music keeps playing. I want to give him his first and best experience with my ass. With my sphincter, I start to milk him. I contract it while he is inside me. It has an effect because the assistant reacts. Ohhh, fuckkk. Your ass, it's tight; it contracts over my dick. Fuckkkk . Mmmmm. I push myself hard back onto his lap, and then... panting, soft screaming, groaning. Fuckkkkkkk . Dammmmm ... mmmmm... His cock throbs and slams into my ass. I feel my hole getting wet, warm, sticky... The helper starts to squirt inside me... I look shocked, my eyes wide. My ass stays deep on him. It's like his squirting, awakes me from ecstasy... he... he... squirts my ass full. This unknown helper. What have I done? At the same time, it also awakens a feeling of humility and sluttiness in me. Something I may have always wanted. My ass like a kind of cum dump. The helper stops squirting, his pole still in me. That was... fucking nice, and he kisses me on the mouth. Thanks . The host responds. We have a cummer , but unfortunately, this does not count for the points. But ... this does show appreciation. The music stops again. Slowly, I let his cock slide out of my ass. His cum runs out like a slimy thread and partly falls on the ground. My hole is wet from him, but not all... some stays in me. Forever. I look at the VIP . The bottom comes off and see with joy that the condom has not broken yet. He is very hard, though; his head is red. He is close to coming too. I walk up to him and look deep into his eyes. I see horniness, dominance. I stand over him and lower myself. My ass is still full of cum. I lower myself, and his cock goes into my ass. His condom is extra lubricated with the helper's seed. He quickly thrusts in and grins at me. "I've been waiting for you; I want to come in your ass." I start riding him again, and the VIP starts thrusting along, deep inside me. Deeper than before. I feel him, his fuck drive, his dominance, and I, as his slut. He thrusts hard, and I follow the rhythm. The helper's seed, thrusting deeper and deeper into me with his pole, his seed massaging into me. He seems to want to break the condom because he starts fucking rougher and rougher. I need points, I think to myself, and then start riding harder and harder on his lap. The VIP starts panting harder and harder, sweat on his face and neck, his red shirt getting wet. I grab his shirt and feel his chest, his nipples prickling underneath. I feel and see a nipple piercing through his wet shirt and rub it, but I am not allowed to throw off his shirt to admire it according to the rules. Then, suddenly, he starts panting hard, thrusting, and I feel his pole swell as he starts to squirt. Fuckkkkk . I was waiting for this ass, this nice tight ass, he pants. His pole deep in me, and I remain stiff. I feel every move he makes. Fuck ... fuck, I think; he came in my ass. Another stranger... but a damn hot stranger he is, this Colombian . That's points again, the host calls... this was the last VIP. "Let 's see, stand up, bottom." I look at the host in shock and slowly stand up. Inch by inch, I feel his pole coming out of me, and then, plop. He pops out of my ass. Does he still have the condom on? Did it tear? Did I get the cum deep inside me? I don't know. The host sees it and laughs. "Congratulations !!! That 's 2 points... and a special role at the end of the 3 games." Everyone claps. The VIP looks a bit disappointed; he would have preferred to squirt bare inside me. "All bottoms, please come with me; we're going back to the locker room so the next game can be set up, and you can prepare yourselves."

I'm 27 and spent all of yesterday afternoon in the sling of my local sex club taking cock. It's a pretty dingy place, so a lot of the clientele are old, porn addicted, daddy's (I once saw the clientele referred to as looking like they're extras from the walking dead lol). Something drives me crazy about letting any of these slightly disgusting older men use my young hole. Nobody in the club was under 50, I think I took 8 cocks in the end plus one obese guy with a micropenis who jerked off over me. Can't wait to climb in the sling again on next month's Naked day.....

one of those nights where i can't sleep because all i can think about is how bad i want my raw cock balls deep in a bottom

Yesterday... off Sniffies... a guy reached out saying he wanted to "eat my pussy and fill me with his cum" in the first message with a back of his 7.5 thick uncut cock slight curve up. Hes 30 years old vers poz and likes to breed. He fucked an bred me just like a real cumdump would want to receive. He first ate me out like a real devotee. Deep tongue and perfect suction, going for every drop of cum that might have been there before him.... there was from 2 hour earlier...He knew.. planted his seed deep, flexed his cock tell it went soft inside me and slowly pulled out! I was cum drunk. Flooded and in bliss

an old friend i hadn't seen in a while was visiting town last few days and we spent a good amount of time having unprotected sex. my balls are empty

Jake's heart raced with excitement as he stumbled upon his favorite spot in Central Park that night. The air was thick with the scent of lust and the promise of a good time. His skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat from his earlier conquests, his hole still pulsating from the last stranger who had claimed it. His tight, little body was dressed in a way that screamed "use me," with a jockstrap barely containing his plump ass and a tank top that did nothing to hide his hard nipples and arched back. He had a knack for attracting the right kind of attention—specifically, the muscular, hairy, and dominant men who craved his youthful, submissive spirit. The two daddies he often encountered had become somewhat of a myth to him—his own personal sex gods. They were tall, burly, and had thick, uncut cocks that Jake could barely believe were real. They had always taken him to the limits of his endurance, filling him up with their seed before disappearing into the night like phantoms of his darkest desires. Tonight, however, was different. As he approached their usual spot, he found them leaning against a tree, smoking cigars. Their eyes locked onto him like predators spotting prey, and Jake felt his cock stir in his jock. "Hey, boy," one of them called out, his deep, gruff voice sending a shiver down Jake's spine. "Why don’t we try something different tonight." Jake's eyes widened with anticipation, and he practically sprinted over to them, eager to find out what this special treat could be. “Come with us and we’ll make sure you have a great time,” one said. The other daddy grabbed his arm and pulled him to their next location. As they arrived at what Jake assumed was the men’s apartment, he walked in to see a large living room, toys and gear all around, and a sling in the corner against the windows for all the neighbors to see. “This seem like something you’d be interested in, boy?” one of the daddy’s growled. Jake just nodded, amazed. The daddies started to undress, and Jake finally got a good look at them in actual light—not the moonlight and streetlamps of the park. They were perfect. Tall, muscular, and hairy. Thick beards, big hands, and bigger feet. Jake just stood there amazed, seeing their jockstraps barely contain their massive bushes and thick, pulsating cocks. “Now, you’ve always impressed us in the park. But we’re thinking of going a bit harder tonight.” The first daddy, whose name Jake had never bothered to learn, pulled out something from his pocket. "You ever tried this?" he asked, holding up a small pipe filled with meth. Jake smiled and nodded eagerly. He had read about it in all his seedy chatrooms—how it could make you feel invincible, like you could take on the world. Or, in his case, the two of them. He didn't need much persuading. He smiled as the daddy lit it, took a hit, and blew it deep into Jake’s open mouth. Inhaling the sharp, chemical smoke deep into his lungs. The rush was immediate, making his skin tingle and his cock throb. He took the pipe and smoked a bit more. The two daddies didn't waste any time. They stripped him of his few remaining clothew and began to play with his body, their rough, calloused hands exploring every inch of his smooth, hairless flesh. They manhandled every inch of him until they finally unleashed what was hiding in their jockstraps. Two absolutely massive, ripe uncut cocks. The first daddy fucked him raw, his furry, muscular body pounding into Jake's eager ass. The second daddy took his time, stroking Jake's cock and whispering filthy words into his ear. They shared him, using his holes like they owned them, and Jake couldn't get enough. He had never felt so alive, so alive, so... used. The night turned into a blur of pleasure and pain. Jake lost count of how many times he was filled and emptied, his ass stretched to its maximum capacity. The daddies were relentless, their appetite for his youthful body insatiable. They fisted him, used toys on him, and even had him suck them off simultaneously, his mouth and throat a mess of saliva and precum. As dawn began to break, Jake was a mess of sweat, cum, and meth-induced euphoria. His ass was raw and his jaw was sore, but he was in heaven. He had been used all night long by the two men he had come to crave, and he had loved every second of it. The daddies finally climaxed, one after the other, filling his ass and mouth with their hot, thick loads. Jake swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of their cum as it slid down his throat. They tossed him out of the apartment with a slap on the ass, a wink, and a promise to see him around. Jake stumbled away, his legs wobbly and his spirit soaring. He had been claimed by the two daddies in the most primal way possible, and he felt utterly and completely alive. He didn't know when he'd see them again, but he knew he'd be back, craving more of their rough, unbridled lust. This was his world—a world of anonymous sex, no strings attached, and endless streams of cum to satisfy his ever-hungry hole.

I will always remember the first time I attended CumUnion in SF years ago. Visited the darkroom (yup, luv those dark rooms...sooooooo nasty) and got fucked and bread by several studs. The next morning, I got up bright and early to make coffee for my stud when I felt loads of cum leaking out of my well fucked boy cunt, running down my leg and pooling on the floor...and like the cumdump whore that I am, I licked it all up!!! Sooooooooooo fuckin HOT!!!!!🍆💦💦☣️😋

Awhile back i had made a post about my supervisor jack and how his wife doesn’t give him any at home and how I stepped in. It’s been one of the best decisions I have made in life. I believe that as a younger man myself, (26) it is my responsibility and honor to serve as a place for men of all ages, sizes, sexualities, and relationship status to cum. Jack has been taking full advantage of this. I told him after our first meeting he could use me whenever he needed and he sure has. Out one night on our weekly work bar crawl, while walking from one place to the next. He told everyone we were gonna take a short cut and meet them there. He took me into an alley, pulled my pants down to my ankles, spit on his cock and pushed himself inside me. I moaned with pleasure and begged him to reward me with his load. He tightened his hands around my hips and busted in me. We meet up with the others. Someone asks him how his wife was doing and if she would be joining us tonight, and i sat there at the table with a smile on my face and Jack’s cum leaking out of my hole. Later on that night, he motions me to the bathroom. I quickly follow. He pulls me into the same stall as him. has me squat on the toilet and plunges into my hole again. I feel his pace picking up when another coworker opens the door to let us know they’re headed to another bar. “cool I’ll meet y’all there.” he says as he’s giving me another load. He pulls out and leaves to the next bar. I go home still full of his nut. Laying in bed playing with my sloppy, cum filled pussy when i get a text from Jack. “leave your door unlocked im on my way.” of course sir. I oblige. I hear the door open and footsteps approach. I get into position. No sooner than my ass hanging off my bed is jacks fat cock inside it. He leaves me with another load and tells me he will see me at work tomorrow. I get to work at my regular time and he asks to see me in his office. I follow him there and the door shuts. my pants drop, his cock comes out, and i’m bent over, still full and sloppy from his loads the night prior. His cock pops right in. he covers my mouth and whispers in my ear. “i can’t get enough of this hole.” i tell him it’s his. “i know it is. you’re my flesh light. My pocket pussy. i will fill you until my balls are empty. “ he whispers. “here comes another load.”’he shoots inside me one more time. I clean up, bursting at the seams from cum, and go on about my down, dripping Jack’s dna. Waiting til he needs to bust another.