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I take every hot load I am so generously offered by each top I've been privileged to have duck me as deep as the top can shoot it up inside me. Each load i get from every top is a precious gift of his DNA, and I try to keep this liquid gold up inside me for as long as by can. And should some cum accidentally seep out, I make sure to always use my fingers to scoop as much of it as I can back into my ravenous hole and then lick whatever clings to my fingers so nothing goes to waste. As a committed bottom, anything would be a tragic waste.

Most definitely!

DenverHandyMan, this is one of the best stories on here, and your added pictures make it even hotter. I hope, as I'm sure other members do as well, that you will continue this incredibly hot story.

Such an awesome story, especially with the fathers/sons element. Can’t wait for the next chapter.

Thank you, @drscorpio for all your hard work moderating, and welcome to the moderating team and thank you @viking8x6 and @a6uldeve84u for helping with the workload.

I was walking past an apartment building in my neighborhood and saw a hot looking guy in shorts sitting on the front stairs. What stopped me dead in my tracks was when I noticed that the head of his cock was sticking slightly out of the right leg hole of his shorts. I stared for what I thought was a second but was probably longer when I then looked up at his face. He smirked at me and looked down at his exposed dick and up into my eyes. I looked down again and saw that more of his dick was sticking out as a result of his cock obviously having started to harden. I looked up into his face and his smirk got bigger. He stood and nodded his head toward the front doors of the building. I walked mesmerized toward the stairs and followed him in the building and then onto an open elevator. I assumed there wasn't any security-camera coverage in the elevator, or else he was showing off for the camera and whoever was monitoring it, when he pulled the fabric of his right short leg up, revealing his now entirely hard and what looked to be more than nine inches of cock meat to me. I was wide eyed and gob-smacked, unable to move. I had only recently stopped lying to myself that I was straight and that I had been engaging in man-on-man sex out of curiosity, but I had not yet embraced my true nature as a cock-loving slut. He looked at me with a questioning look, then he wiped a huge drop of precum off the head of his dick onto his middle finger, and came towards me as he moved his finger to and through my lips, rubbing the awesome tasting liquid all over my tongue. I had been watching his approaching finger, but once I started coming down from the mind-blowing rush that I felt tasting his delicious precum, I looked at his face and saw that gorgeous smirk of his again, and his look of satisfaction at my reaction. The elevator gave out a last chime and the cab came to a stop as we reached the top floor. My silent stud quickly stepped back and pulled the leg of his shorts back down, covering his beautiful cock. The door opened, and he walked out without looking to see if I was following and proceeded down the hall as I trailed after him to his corner apartment. He unlocked and opened the door and walked inside, again without looking back. Suddenly taking stock of my actions so far, I looked around and then into the apartment. My sexy stranger was no longer in view. I considered beating a hasty retreat, but then I noticed the wonderful taste of his precum still lingering on my tongue, which drove any doubts from my lust-filled mind, as I walked through the door, turning to close it and lock the dead bolt that I saw in front of me at eye level. I turned my back to the door and saw a small galley kitchen and a slightly larger attached living room, all relatively neat and clean, but there was no sight of the object of my lust. It was late spring, and all the windows were open, allowing a slight breeze to pass through the room, and while the breeze felt pleasant, it was almost uncomfortably warm in the apartment. I heard what obviously was the sound of movement on mattress springs coming from a room in front of me and walked towards the enticing noise. There he was, lying on the bed. He was incredibly fast when it came to stripping off his clothes because he had already lost his shorts, t-shirt, and shoes that lay in a heap next to the bed. His carmel skin and black wavy hair were sexily contrasted by the white of his bed sheets, his athletic ankle socks, and his jockstrap that barely contained his enormous meat. His handsome face was still adorned with that sexy smirk of his as he looked me in the eyes, looked at my clothes, back to my eyes, and then at his pile of discarded clothes. He didn't have to say anything. I just started removing my shirt, shoes, pants, socks, and undershirt, starting a new pile next to his. It was amazing; the longer each of us were silent, the hotter was the sexual tension building between us. I started to join him on the bed, but he shook his head "no," then looked at my 2Xist boxer briefs tented out by my erect cock, and finally stared me in eye, still smirking away. I hesitated removing the last of my clothing, not out of shame (I am blessed with an 8 and 1/2 inch and nicely thick dick shaft with an even thicker, pronounced cock head), but I felt at a disadvantage, disrobing first. Yeah, I know, stupid, right? But my relative inexperience brought on my reluctance. Fortunately, my sexy stud was savvy enough to recognize this, hooked his thumbs into his jockstrap, and looked me in the eye, waiting. I followed suit, and started pulling my briefs down in time with him pulling down his jockstrap. I remember the sound of my hardon slapping up against my abdomen, which was followed a second later by the sound of his enormous dick doing the same. Holy shit, was he hot looking, and fuck, was he hung. He turned his head and looked at the empty space on the bed next to him. I didn't wait for a verbal invitation, but jumped into the bed and into his arms. Side by side, we humped our cocks together as he grabbed the back of my head, slammed my lips against his, and jammed me full of his sexy and talented tongue that began practically raping my mouth. I got lost in his amazing tongue action that seems to go on for a half hour or more. His other hand stroked sexily down the skin on my back and waist and then grabbed one of the cheeks of my bubble butt that got me teased about by the girls I had "dated," along with their girl friends who "whispered" comments I often heard about how sexily my ass moved when I walked. However, I started to pull back when his fingers lunged forward along my butt crack and made contact with my hole rubbing around its edges. During all my previous forays into gay sex, I had been the top, so this was somewhat new and angst-inducing territory. But my stud would have none of this, rolling me on my back with him on top of me, his hand now wedged between my ass cheeks and the mattress, and his fingers firmly pushing against my hole. The windows were also open in here, but the growing heat inside the room, along with my heated lust from our kissing session, had resulted in my hole having become soaked in sweat. This sweat provided just the lubrication my ravager needed. He started making growling noises as he jammed not one but two fingers all the way inside me in one continuous motion. I braced myself for a stabbing pain I expected to feel shooting through me. Instead, I felt my hole stretching followed by a slight burning. Now, having never allowed any of my male partners to top me, but having read and watched plenty of porn that repeatedly extoled the life-altering pleasure that comes from preferably having monstrously huge cocks penetrate and stretch open men's holes, which invariably turned them into ravenous "pussies," I had purchased and experimented with an assortment of dildos and plugs of varying lengths and sizes. I must admit that I had been enjoying my experimentation, in fact more and more often leading up to this encounter. I surmised that this experimentation was the reason I was able to take my stud's two fingers with such ease and without discomfort, and it was also why I let out such a slutty groan as he began sliding them in and out of me at a faster and faster rate of speed. I'm sure my eyes widened as first a third and then a fourth finger joined the first two in the fucking of my hole. While my hole was being worked open, my seducer raised up enough so that I watch him first coat his dick with lubricant and then sprinkle a white substance on it. I opened my mouth to say something but he took the fingers that had been working my hole and jammed them into my mouth to silence me. I tried to mumble some words out around his fingers, but he just thrust them further in my mouth, as I felt him align his expertly prepared dick with his other hand against the lips of my hole. Then, he used the fingers in my mouth to turn my face towards his, so he could look into my eyes. That smirk slowly returned to his face as he nodded his head. A second later, he slammed all of his huge cock at one time up inside me until his pubic bone made hard contact with a slapping noise. I shouted out a string of obscenities that were muffled by his fingers and elicited a slow shaking of his head "no," which silenced me. The pain had already begun to subside and was quickly replaced first by a burning sensation, followed by a strange heat and hunger that my stud must have somehow seen in my eyes, causing a satisfied smile to appear. Slowly, he started full length strokes that stopped just before his cock head would have exited my hole and then immediately sunk his entire dick length back inside of me. I couldn't get enough and started to hunch my ass upward to meet his downward strokes and squeeze my hole tight while letting my ass fall back to the mattress as he nearly pulled his dick back out. This went on for a while until I noticed my stud was slowly increasing the speed as well as the length of his strokes. Soon, his dick was withdrawing completely out of my fuck chute only to pop my ass lips wide open again as he glided his meat back in me to its root. I gladly welcomed each invasion with ever sluttier moans and groans, as if my hole were made to be brutally fucked. My stud finally covered my mouth with his hand so that my moans would not be heard through the open windows by any of his neighbors, let alone the people waking past the apartment building down on the sidewalk. Soon, I sunk into an euphoric haze, just barely making out what my stud was quietly muttering, words I didn't recognize, like "Carajo!" and "Suave concha!", I think. I was pulled out of my stupor when I felt the rhythm of his fucking become erratic and then stop entirely while he was fully embedded in me, which is when I felt the warmth of his cum load being ejected deep inside my fuck chute. He collapsed on top of me, and his mouth found mine as he began kissing me again. Eventually, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of me and slide his body down mine so he could take a look at my distorted hole, which felt like it had remained open and gapping after he had withdrawn his cock. An assumed look came over his face as his fingers started playing in my gapping, loose hole. The next thing I knew, he had inserted all four of his fingers inside me, almost to the knuckles on his hand. I started to stay something, but he put his index finger on the other hand up to his lips, expressing his wish that I remain silent. At the same time, he slowly withdrew his fingers a little, so I stopped trying to say anything. What I didn't realize was that he had done this so that he could position his thumb close to his palm, which was now aligned to enter my hole along with all four of the fingers on that hand. He slowly slide his thumb and fingers into my hole, stretching me more than I had ever been, short-circuiting my brain so that the only sound I could make was a long, protracted groan that turned into a short yelp when the knuckles on his hand slid through my newly enlarged hole and his entire hand was sucked by my fuck chute up to his wrist inside of me. My stud first looked surprised and then his face took on an expression that I assume I wore on my face as a kid on that Christmas when I got the train set I had always wanted; indescribably excited and blissfully happy. I, on the other hand, was initially rendered speechless, until a short while later, I heard someone quietly moaning and suddenly realized it was me. My stud continued to ecstatically play in my hole for a while, until I raised my hand up with my palm out towards him, indicating that my hole was really starting to feel sore and that we needed to stop. With a disappointed look on his face, my seducer slowly removed his hand from inside me, which was accompanied by another yelp from me. He smiled at me and pointed towards a door in the bedroom wall opposite the wall with windows facing the street. I surmised correctly that this door lead to the bathroom, where I found a bathtub with a shower head, shampoo, and body wash that I quickly put to good use. My stud must have come into the bathroom while I was showering, because when I drew back the shower curtain, I found a clean towel waiting for me on the closed toilet seat. After I dried off and hung the towel up over the rod that held the shower curtain, I entered the bedroom to find my clothes hanging over a side chair, waiting for me to put them back on. As I did, I heard a one-sided conversation as my stud spoke to someone on the telephone in a language that I recognized from the few words I understood as Spanish. Once dressed, I entered the living room, but my handsome fucker again put his index finger to his lips, which I took to mean that he didn't want whomever was on the phone to know he had company. Still, he looked me up and down, giving me a smirk of approval, and then gave me a somewhat dismissive wave goodbye, after which he turned his back to me and continued his conversation. This was my cue to leave quietly, without any further attempts to communicate. After exiting the apartment, taking the elevator to the ground floor, and walking out of the building, I stopped for a moment and thought "What the fuck just happened." I then took stock of all that took place that afternoon and couldn't help but ultimately feel great as well as happy about the whole encounter. Although I never got my stud's name or number, and I knew it was highly unlikely we would ever hook up again because I had no intention of lurking outside his apartment building, waiting to ambush him for some more mind-blowing sex, I was okay with it all. I had just had the fuck of my life without saying a word to the stud who dicked me senseless and introduced me to fist-fucking . And although I didn't know it at the time, this was my first step toward becoming the cock-loving fuck slut I am proud to be today. So, I wanna give a shout out of thanks to the anonymous stud that set me on my perverted path of discovery. Thanks, you sexy fucker, you. I still sometimes think about and crave getting fucked by that incredible dick of yours.

I, like Owned and Loaded, would love to read any more chapters you've written for this story as well as any other stories that aren't printable here or on Nifty. I've read and thoroughly enjoyed your two stories as nastyslutinmt on Nifty as well as your other stories here on BZ.

Sure would love to be taught that I'm just a cumdump whose sole purpose is to take as many raw hard fucks and loads from as many cocks as possible.