Pighole88

Hot! Keep it going!

Hot! I was perving on the first chapter but the second chapter took me by surprise! More, please.

My dick got hard just from seeing the email that you made an update. Thank you for another great chapter!

Nooooo so not cool. 

Eager for more!

Yes please!!!

As always, twisted and sexy work. More please!

GODDAMN

Definitely please keep going with this!

Chapter 2 - Destiny

It was about a year later that Conor realized he had really made great strides in getting his life back together. He had a job that paid the bills, a great apartment (albeit a bit out of the way), and a new community of great friends around him. 

But even better, he was having the best sex of his life in this new city. There was no shortage of cock or hole around, and any given day it was easy to find something (or someone) to do. Now that he was free from the constraints of a safe-only relationship, he was free to fuck the way he always wanted: raw. He felt truly liberated.

Life was truly good again. 

Summer in the city was a wonderland of experience. There seemed to be no shortage of parties or gatherings to go to. Little did Conor know that one particular gathering would forever alter the course of his life.

It was a normal birthday party, 30 or so guys crammed into a small apartment, alcohol flowing freely. Conor had been enjoying himself, making liberal use of the bar, and catching up with the gang. He was starting to feel like it would be a good idea to switch to water and head home, when the world suddenly seemed to stop.

Far across the room stood a man who sent chills down his spine. Tall, hairy, blonde beard, piercing blue eyes, and biceps that could crack a walnut framed by a loose fitting sleeveless shirt. Conor suddenly found it very hard to swallow, he didn't think he'd ever seen a man this beautiful in his life. 

He leaned over to the birthday boy and whispered "Who's that?"

"Oh, not sure. He came with Joe."

Conor couldn't take his eyes off of him. He knew inside that this man was out of his league, but couldn't help staring. He was doing what he thought was a pretty good job of being discrete about stealing glances. Maybe it was worth staying for one more drink.

Focused on pouring himself a cocktail, Conor hadn't noticed that he wasn't the only one at the bar anymore. He nearly dropped his drink when he realized who was standing next to him, pouring himself some scotch. Conor was caught totally off guard.

"Hey, how's it going?" the stranger asked, totally cool and collected. Conor had to clear his throat to respond.

"Uh hey... g-g-good, you?"

"Not bad. I'm Chris." He stuck out his giant hand to shake Conor's.

"C-c-conor, nice to meet you"

Conor was certain that once the pleasantries were over, Chris would head back to his group and that would be the end of it, but that wasn't the case. Chris stood right there, towering over Conor, making normal conversation.

Chris had a surprising talent for making Conor feel at ease. After the initial shock of the introduction, Conor found it was far easier to talk to Chris than he had anticipated it would be. In fact, he found that he was a real pleasure to be around, and was really enjoying their conversation. 

It must have been an hour later when Conor realized what time it was. The party was starting to dwindle as people were saying their goodbyes, and Conor realized it was probably time for him to go. He'd really enjoyed meeting Chris, but again thought Chris was too far out of his league to even entertain the thought of asking for his number, so instead they simply exchanged a pleasant goodnight.

Making his way to the door, it hit Conor that he'd had far too much to drink. The room was spinning as he walked, and he now had to face the challenge of putting on his shoes. 

Shoe #1 - success. He stabilized himself by leaning against the wall.

He wasn't as lucky with the next shoe. After losing his balance he began to fall backwards but was miraculously caught by very strong arms, who hoisted him back up. Turning around, he came to look into the steely blue eyes of Chris. 

"You okay?"

"Fine, fine, sorry" Conor rambled, feeling more embarrassed than he'd ever felt in his life. He knew he had to concentrate to get his right shoe on without making a fool of himself in front of Chris.

Chris left at the same time, and as they made their way down the stairs, Conor found himself missing the occasional step and holding onto the bannister for dear life. 

"How are you getting home?" Chris asked.

"Uhhhh was going to take the train, should only take about 30 minutes."

"Are you okay to take the train right now? I can give you a ride."

Conor felt his face go flush at the offer. He couldn't possibly trouble Chris with going out of his way, especially for a drunken fool like Conor.

"NO no no, thanks, I'll be fi-" 

Before he could even finish his statement, he missed the last step and *BAM* landed on his elbows on the floor. Chris rushed to help him up. 

"Are you okay?"

"Ow... yea..."

"I'm giving you a ride home."

Once in Chris's jeep, there was no doubt about it. Conor was a loser and had just made a giant ass of himself in front of one of the hottest men he'd ever met. 

The night was warm, and the night breeze blew on Conor's face as they navigated the trek back to Conor's place. The sensation of each turn made Conor's head spin, so he closed his eyes to make it stop. When he opened them again, they were in front of Conor's building. 

"How's your arm?" Chris said, looking him square in the eye, but Conor didn't sense any judgement.

"Sore, I'll be fine though" 

"Unlock your phone" Chris ordered.

"What?"

"Unlock your phone and hand it to me". 

Conor nervously reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Chris.

"There, you have my number now. Text me when you wake up to let me know you're okay".

Conor had no response to that. Should he feel more embarrassed than he already was? Should he be flattered? 

"S-s-sure... thanks for getting me home" he mumbled, trying to seem sincere even though he could barely get out the words. With that, Conor exited the jeep and stumbled up to his apartment. He hadn't even taken his clothes off when he landed face down on the bed and with that, was officially passed out.

I apologize for the delay on this next chapter. I had it halfway written and then somehow the draft didn't get saved. And I've been locked up in chastity, so have been avoiding BZ because that's just cruel!

Interesting start. I hope there will be more to this.

Next chapter is halfway done, had to run out of the house before I could finish it.

Chapter 1 - Broken Promises

In 2010, Conor fell in love. He was young, had never been in a relationship before, and simple fell head over heels with his boyfriend. They were two young guys living in the big city, and did everything together. It really seemed like it would never end. After all, first love is always forever, right?

Conor was a sexual creature, though, and like in many relationships, after a few years the sex began to dry up. At that point, they agreed that it was okay to sleep with other people, as long as it was safe. It seemed to be working, for a while at least, but Conor's fantasies could never be satiated. The more that he found himself being restricted, the more he wanted the taboo. He realized he didn't want the men he was fucking to be wearing rubbers. As they were fucking him, he just wanted to scream "Breed me", "Fill my hole", and "Seed my guts". His tastes in porn were changing, and he could no longer watch porn that even briefly showed a condom. 

Then, in 2013, Conor slipped up. One Saturday night, he was at a bar without his boyfriend, and ended up in the back room. Before he knew it, a mouth was wrapped around his cock. No harm, right? But as the cocksucker grabbed his ass, his jeans started to slip down, and eventually his ass was not only visible, but vulnerable. Luck would have it that, the minute his ass broke free from his jeans, a cute young punk approached him from behind, tweaking his nipples and chewing on his neck. This sent Conor into full on pig mode. The moment the tip of that uncut cock touched his raw hole, he knew it was over, and he wasn't going to be able to resist his primal urges. 

Conor didn't end up getting home until 4:00 AM, and when he did he immediately jumped in the shower. He had lost count of the loads he had taken in that dirty back room, and knew he couldn't get into bed with his boyfriend with cum leaking out of him. 

He spent the whole day Sunday being torn between telling the truth and keeping it a secret. He certainly could have said he was just out with friends late, and leave it at that. But there was a nagging thought that kept crossing his mind... he didn't know the status of any of the men who bred him the night before. What if, in a few months, he tested positive? How was he going to explain that to Brad? 

The guilt got the better of him. When Brad came home on Sunday evening, Conor asked if they could talk.

"I need to tell you something..." Conor started, his voice clearly shaking.

"Okay... what?"

Conor took in a deep breath. He had never had to break news like this to anyone.

"Last night, I had sex at the bar."

Brad just stared at him, silent for a moment. 

"And?"

Conor could feel his face burning beet red. Moment of truth.

"I... I got fucked... without a condom."

Conor couldn't look Brad in the eye at that point, but heard a heavy sigh. Now is the point where he felt he should tell Brad that it wasn't just with one man, but with, hell, he had lost count.

After a few hours of talking, and more than a few tears shed, Brad agreed to forgive Conor, as long as it didn't happen again. 

Happy endings are great, aren't they? Shame there was no happy ending for Conor and Brad. Through the next few months, their relationship had become strained. It felt to Conor like something was just suddenly missing. It went beyond the point of disappointment on Brad's part. Conor felt like Brad had lost all of his love and interest in the relationship, and this tore him apart. Brad started staying later at work almost every night, had no interest in going out to do anything with Conor on the weekends, and would often fall asleep on the couch, not bothering to get up and go to bed.

A few months of this was all that Conor could handle before he had to speak up. 

Brad, it turns out, had never truly forgiven Conor for that night. He was terrified that if he had sex with Conor, he would be risking contracting HIV. On top of all of that, Brad had not always been working late, but rather was at someone's place that Conor didn't know. 

Brad broke off the relationship that night, and while they decided they could temporarily live together, Conor found out that Brad's new friend was not really just a friend. 

Conor felt he had gotten what he deserved, and started spiraling into a caustic depression. He had fucked up the only love he'd ever known, was still living in what was becoming a toxic situation, and had nowhere else to live. He had a good support system around him, friends who truly loved him and tried to make his ordeal less of a burden, but that could only last so long. He knew that he needed a fresh start, and one night when Brad came home from what Conor presumed was Brad's new boyfriend's place, Brad saw Conor packing up his things into a suitcase. 

Conor, in tears, informed Brad that he would be moving - not just to a new apartment, but to a new city. He had to get as far away from this situation as possible, and couldn't bear the idea of running into Brad and, well, whatever the fuck his name was. In a calm, cold manner, wished Conor the best of luck and went into the spare bedroom. 

Three days later, Conor was on a plane, armed only with his two suitcases, a heavy heart, and a desperate hope that things would get better in his new city.

I'm on vacation right now, and working on a few more parts of the story.

Anybody have a problem if I add some watersports?

Anybody have any special kink they would like me to Add?

I think some fisting would be a hot addition, but that's just me. Story is already beautiful as it is.

Eagerly awaiting!

Chapter 1 - How It Started

I'm ashamed to admit that I was a PrEP whore. I was very picky about who loaded my ass before I was on PrEP, usually only letting dear friends take that opportunity. But I was in denial, and I knew it. I knew I was meant to be a jizzwhore for any and all loads, meant to please men whether I knew them or not. Whether I could see them or not. It was my destiny.

Daddy was a long-time friend of mine. He took care of me when I went through some rough times, and (in some cases, literally) helped make me the man I am today. Our sexual relationship didn't start until a few years ago, largely because I knew He was poz and that scared the heck out of me, while at the same time making my dick twitch. But He knew my fantasies, and we talked frequently about how I craved being a sperm receptacle. Meanwhile, He regaled me with tales of all of the holes He was breeding, which simply made my desires stronger, and my hole jealous, but I wasn't ready to fulfill my desires as this was a few years before PrEP.

We had a few spontaneous moments of passion, where inevitably my inner slut came out and I offered him my ass. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, but the first few times He denied me that satisfaction, and it only drove me wilder.

We were (and still are) very close friends, and when we lived in the city would frequently hang out, go to the bars, and just spend time together. On one of my hornier nights, I invited Him over before we went out for some drinks. I was already horny, but all I could think about as He was on His way was that massive cock that I'd continuously been denied. My inner slut got the best of me and He was greeted at the door by a dumb, neg wannabe cumslut - face down and ass up, naked on the floor. This was my fantasy, to be used as an object for real men. And He knew it.

His hands were cold to the touch as He caressed my naked body, grazing slightly over my rock hard dripping cock, and then slowly over to my pre-lubed cunt. I was shaking in a combination of fear of doing something stupid, and anticipation of finally getting this man's raw cock in my guts. After a few minutes of this torture, He unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive, pierced, 8" poz cock. I heard Him spit on it for a little additional lube, and slowly enter my hole. I've never been particularly tight thanks to a lot of sex and ass play, so His cock slid in easily and I gasped when it bottomed out at that magnificent point deep in my ass. 

He reached to grab a bottle of poppers laying nearby on the floor, and handed it to me. "Take a big hit, boy" he growled in my ear. Happily, I complied. Not that I needed it, but we all know that undeniable, piggy rush we get while taking a hit and being fucked. My ass must have opened up even more because without notice He picked up to full speed, bruising my insides with deep, hard thrusts. I was in heaven.

After a few minutes of moaning like a bitch while meeting every single one of this man's thrusts, He said "take another hit of poppers, boy". Again, I complied, this time not yet realizing that this was a calculated move on His part. Once the head rush kicked in, His thrusts got harder. "You ready to get bred, boy?" His breath was becoming ragged.

"Please don't cum in me, SIR"

BAM. He slammed in harder and stopped, balls deep. 

"What the fuck, boy? You're the one who was ass up when I got here"

A rush of guilt and fear washed over me. He was right, but I was terrified. 

"I know SIR, but I'm not ready..."

"That ass seemed more than ready when I walked in and found it prelubed and waving in the air for Me"

"I'm sorry SIR, I just can't"

He started fucking me again, His cock seemingly harder than before. 

"Too fucking bad, boy. You don't get to be a tease and not expect Me to unload in that cunt. You're going to get what you were begging for."

I struggled, literally. I tried hard to crawl out from this bucking bronco, but He had me pinned to the floor. His thrusts were becoming harder and He was obviously about to cum. Suddenly, I noticed my ass was totally empty of any cock. 

"ARGH" He erupted as his cock did the same, spewing his toxic cum on my back instead. "Fuck you, boy" he growled, the frustration in his voice apparent. 

Daddy let me off the hook, at least this time. I felt guilty after that, and convinced myself I wouldn't do anything as cruel as that again. 

Looking forward to more!

Very Hot!

I've shot quite a few loads reading this story

Me too. Like... at least 5.

Pighole88:

 

Everyone mentioned in the story so far gets into the action sooner or later.

The Latex guy, aka Jeremy aka J2 gets to breed both boys soon enough. But he is not wearing latex when he does.

(I just finished writing chapter 7 today...)

 

Would it be hot if I wrote a chapter with rubber and latex?

 

Any requests?

I'd be a fan but I'm sure any way you write it is going to be hot as fuck! 

My new favorite story on here. Hope the latex guy gets to breed him too.

Any men planning on being pigs for MIR? The Hole / Steamworks?

AMAZING twist.

A year later, we're all dying to hear about the first meeting!

Can't wait for more. Nice original story.

This is a true story about what was probably the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I’ll try not to make it boring by being too detailed.

When “The Brig” in San Francisco closed just after Folsom Street Fair, all of the sluts I knew were really disappointed. It was a great, sleazy play space where there was usually not a single condom in sight, and they also started hosting the Cumunion SF party. After that, it looked it was back to the Steamworks or Gulch for sleazy sex.

Back in January, I received a text message from my regular Top Daddy who had been breeding me for years. “You’re coming with me to 442 Natoma tonight”.

I had never heard of the space, and had to ask what it was. Apparently the old owners of The Brig opened up a new space, and it was supposedly even better than the old one. Turns out, it was a Blackout/Dark Room party, which made me instantly chub up when I found out. 

I hadn’t been to a dark room in several years, but I always loved how it seemed to instantly remove everyone’s inhibitions, causing holes to get flooded with cum and cocks to get drained. Suffice to say, I was excited.

Daddy and I met up and headed right over to the space around 11:00. We checked our clothes, with us keeping on only our leather boots and cock rings. I grabbed some lube, smeared some only my hole, and was ready for action.

The space was pretty large, and VERY dimly lit. As we explored a bit, we came across the area with the sling. Shockingly, it wasn’t occupied, so obviously I jumped on in.

Daddy didn’t waste any time before ramming his 8” cock straight into my hole in one thrust. Thankfully I’m not a tight bottom anyway, so it wasn’t difficult to adjust. He fucked me until we drew enough of a crowd, when he slipped out and guided the closest hard cock into my hole.

Like I said, I’m not a tight bottom, but this man was tall, black, toned and must have had a 10.5” THICK cock, with a left curve. This took some adjusting, and he wasn’t gentle in the least. I was moaning in a mix of being a bitch in heat, and being in some discomfort while this donkey-dicked man slammed in and out of my hole. Daddy leaned down to give me some poppers and I whispered to Him “I don’t think I can handle this guy anymore, SIR”. He chuckled and said, fairly audibly, “I don’t care, boy. You keep riding that big dick”. And I did. I think the top realized how much pain I was in, and slid out before too long. I felt like my guts had been bruised inside. This guy must have a tough time finding hole that can handle him.

It didn’t take long for another older Daddy with a big beard to slide into my hole. “Oh my god, that hole is so loose and sweet” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. I heard a few chuckles from the crowd. 2-3 minutes later, he was spewing his seed into my guts with a loud moan, which drew an even bigger crowd. He gave me a wet kiss and stuck his finger into my cummy hole. I was in pig heaven.

I lost count of the cocks that went in my cunt in the sling, but after a while Daddy said “Lets go explore, boy”. I followed him upstairs to see what we could come up with, when I ran into a friend of mine, who it turned out owned the place and ran these parties. Next to him stood his boy, a sexy young cub with a big dick. The owner asked his boy if he wanted to take a turn at my hole, and I got a big grin from him.

He had a pretty nice 7” cock which slid in VERY easily. All that cum in my hole must have felt amazing because he didn’t last very long, and grabbed my hips tightly as he filled my hole with more sperm. His Daddy watched the whole thing and wasted no time slipping his cock in my sloppy hole as soon as his boy finished and pulled out. He didn’t even last 60 seconds before flooding my guts.

Daddy and I went our separate ways for a bit to explore and see what was around. When we met up again, he was talking to the guy who was running the door, who was also wandering around, presumably looking for something to fuck. “Wanna breed my boy?” Daddy asked him, and he was quick to reply “Totally.”

He was a rough fuck, which I love. He was tattooed and pierced, and it was obvious from a mile away that he was a total pig. He fucked me hard in the back corridor, while I held on for dear life to the railing. Daddy watched, jacking his hard cock, and the minute after the doorman shot his nutt in me, Daddy slid in. He had been sliding it in other bottoms all night but He was saving his seed for me. The head of his cock was brushing my prostate the entire time, making my precum start to drain and drip out onto the floor. He flooded me good, and this Man always shoots huge loads. My hole was destroyed at this point, and I was loving it.

Bearded Daddy that bred me in the sling earlier saw us and couldn’t wait to get back in my hole for a second load. Daddy kept whispering in my ear “Take that stranger’s load, boy. He’s gonna knock you up good” which made my cock twitch even more. I don’t remember when, but he also gave me a 3rd load later that evening.

My dick was on the verge of hurting, it was so hard, so I went back into the dark room and saw several guys getting fucked, and several guys waiting to get fucked. I wasted no time finding the closest unoccupied hole, which was a man I couldn’t see except for his ass in the air. Perfect. I fingered his hole a bit and felt a ton of cum in him, and he was even looser than me. 3 fingers. 4 fingers. 5 fingers. Before long, my hole fist was in him, using only the cum in his guts as lube. The only thing I love better than getting mass-bred is fucking a REALLY sloppy hole. Once I slid my dick in, I didn’t even last a minute before I spewed my slop into him. It was one of the hottest holes I’ve ever fucked.

I turned around and could barely see Daddy, cock hard again and fingering some slut’s butt. Regardless of the fact that I had just cum, Daddy didn’t care. He slid his once-again hard cock instantly into my hole, and slowly worked his cock into my wrecked hole. I started fingering a nearby bubble butt and could feel my dick start to throb again. Daddy pulled out and I guided his hard cock into the stranger’s hole. The boy grabbed his ankles and rocked back and forth on the full length of Daddy’s cock. My cock was rock hard in no time, since I loved watching Daddy raw fuck other sluts.

He didn’t cum, but we were both pretty spent. He gave me a ride home, about 20 minutes away. As we were getting closer to my house, Daddy pulled out his hard cock while driving, and shoved my head down to choke on His dick. I desperately wanted Him to fuck me again, but due to my roommate situation, I couldn’t have him over.

“Want to go to the park, SIR?” 

“Yea boy. I want to fill your ass again.”

The park was obviously closed at that point, but we snuck off behind the baseball field and he entered me immediately. His dick actually felt great inside my wrecked, sore hole. Soothing even. As he pounded me hard, cum was flying out of my hole. It was making that delightfully piggy squelching sound that sloppy used holes so often do. He shot what felt like another gallon of cum, pushing it as deep into my guts as it would go. I was lost in the afterglow of the night, and ignored my own throbbing cock.

The minute I got home, I shoved a plug in my hole and hopped in the bed. I held that plug and all of those strangers’ loads in my cumhole and absorbed every last cell.