PopperMeUp79

Will be there both days! Definitely adding to your load count

Thanks!!!

Joining the fun at Pig Week — first timer and excited for some heavy PIGGY play. Hoping to take my ffirst fist, too. Vers/bttm and open to playing with a wide range of guys. It’s all about having fun!

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I have not forgotten or abandoned this story (or any of my other stories). Last year I was awarded several warning points for a specific post in a thread that invited certain details from our personal experiences. If asked, I’d have made changes to the post on my own, but that isn’t an option — you simply get warning points and suspended for a period of time. That’s the way the system works here. The warning points sat poorly with me (and still do since they don’t expire for 2 years) and quashed my desire to share my writing on BZ. I really enjoyed writing on BZ and sharing these stories with you, until that happened — I already had the next two chapters of this story drafted and a chapter in another of my stories ready to post. Maybe in the future when the points expire and/or I feel differently, I’ll continue sharing my writing on BZ.

Bihairy, I still wanna be one of your fuckholes……

Bihairy, you remain one of the top 3 guys on here that I want to get seeded by.

I would check out the Bear Party. They’re scheduled has changed a bit since I was last there, but they do newsletters and their website is updated regularly. Looks like the Sunday parties are still on. While they aren’t specifically listed as a “breeding party” I’ve taken multiple loads each time I’ve been. Make it known you’re willing to be bred and you’ll have a good time.

Good for you! Keep giving that hole up! Which club did you go to?

I’m considering going to Pig Week 2023 — this would be my first time going to this sorta event. The website makes it sound like the play parties are hot fuck rests — does the event live up to the expectation? Or is it a crowd of bottoms competing for just a few tops? I’d be going with the intention of being a cumdump for 6 nights — as i imagine many guys are planning to do. Any experienced insight would be appreciated.

Thanks, FP! That’s sound advice. Much appreciated.

I never expected to ask for this. I always thought “I’ll never get fisted.” But last summer I had a hookup in Ptown who unexpectedly introduced me to fisting. He started stretching my hole by adding fingers — we hadn’t agreed to fisting, but once he started and I realized what was happening, I wanted to keep going. He was massaging and stretching my hole using both hands (which felt amazing) as he alternatively slipped in and out. He never got his full hand (got to the knuckles but no further) but what I experienced was amazing. Since then I’ve been fascinated and craving the experience. Thought I had someone to train me in FLL but he flaked. I am looking for someone to train my hole. I’m excited and ready to surrender my hole to someone’s fist, but haven’t found a real fisting top to really train me. How / where do I find a real fisting trainer?

I was still in my late teens. There was a rest area next to a large county park and fairgrounds — at night it became a big cruise area. I tripped across it by accident, but quickly figured out what was going on. The men’s bathroom certainly attracted cruising, but the real action was behind the bathrooms, where a walking path lead into the park and down into a wooded area. I didn’t do anything but wander around that first night — it was so surreal and overwhelming that I left after 10 minutes but couldn’t stop thinking about it. I started jerking off at night thinking about the cruise area. I drove back there 3 more times over the next couple of weeks but chickened out each time I went. I went to the park one afternoon and saw the bathrooms and park path during the day, getting a better idea of the lay of the land. When I went back the next time, I felt more comfortable following the path down into the wooded darkness. I could see various guys silhouetted in street light that penetrated the trees. A teenager wandering into a cruise area attracted the attention you would expect it to — guys reached out through the darkness, touching my chest, back and bumm. Part of me wanted to bolt but another part of me was captivated by the allure and the energy of the place. I could see guys having sex at the fringe of the woods, some sucking, some fucking. I stood to the side, thinking i was hidden in the shadows, watching and started jerking off. Someone lingered nearby, his hand running down my back and massaged my ass. I stopped jerking, the thrill of having this shadowy figure tough me was something out of the fantasies I’d constructed the past two weeks. He started massaging my hole. I wasn’t used to that, and it felt incredible. I think he started rubbing lube down there to make the whole experience smoother, and I didn’t stop him. He told me I should take off my pants; I hesitated but stopped out of my jeans after another minute of him massaging my ass. The thought of standing half naked out here was exciting. I told myself I’d stop him if he tried to fuck me, but the fingering was really hot. I remember him pushing poppers under my nose and telling me to take a hit. Then another. That’s where it all gets surreal for me. He walked me forward a couple steps and bent me over. My hands found a bench or wooden barrier hidden in the dark in front of me. The poppers were in my face again and I was taking more hits off the bottle. Then I felt the heat of his cock pressing against my ass. I was too caught up in the moment to resist. I wanted it. I knew I did. He pushed up inside me and I winced with the sharp pain. When i tried to pull away he told me to stay still and relax. His next few strokes were smoother and the pain subsided. Then he was fucking my ass in the dark along the edge of the woods. I was overcome with the intensity of the moment. I had no idea who was fucking me. My hole didn’t get much action in high school, and he was sending jolts of electricity through my ass and up into my body. I remember whimpering and moaning while he fucked me. It didn’t seem to last long — I don’t think i could have taken a long fuck back then. He grunted and pushed deep inside me, holding his cock there for what seemed like minutes. When he pulled out, he patted me on the ass and walked away, up the path toward the parking lot. There were new hands reaching for and touching my bare ass, but I stood up and stepped away. I found my jeans in the grass, pulled them on, and hurried up the path. I started to panic — what did I do? He fucked me raw! Was anyone there that knew who I was? What if there were cops nearby? I bolted to my car and left the rest area. But the memory of my first cruise and anon load kept creeping into my jackoff sessions, and it was only a few weeks before I found myself driving back into the rest area again.

PART 7 I could feel Benicio’s soft chest hair rubbing against my smoother skin. His muscles tensing against mine as we pulled one another even closer. He was a passionate kisser. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him deeper into the lip lock. He didn’t resist — in fact, he relished it. His hands moved across my body, exploring my athletic build. He cupped my ass in his hands, massaging it. I reached down and did the same. He tilted his head back and grinned at it — damn, he had a devilish grin. He ran one finger along my hole, gently exploring the soft skin. “Like that?” He asked. I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Then I slipped my finger I between his ass cheeks and gently probed his hole. It felt so hot — the heat radiating from his hole. I knew I wanted to have my tongue in there. Benicio moaned quietly, burying his head into my chest. I think he whimpered a little as I dug into his hole. He slid his head to the left and bit down on my nipple — it was my turn to yelp. He didn’t let go, but instead swirled his tongue across my nipple. Jared had never done anything like this, so I was totally surprised by the electric shocks it sent through my body. He started kissing my abs, working his way down my body until he reached my stiff cock. It was raging at this point — in fact it was so swollen it almost hurt. Benicio looked up at me as he silently slid his mouth along my shaft for the first time. I groaned again. ”Fuck! That feels amazing.” Benecio responded by taking my whole cock into his mouth and easing it into his throat. How did he do that without gagging? He nuzzled his nose right into my short hairs. Then his finger found my hole again and began caressing it. Pleasure overwhelmed my body and I actually stepped back, instinctively pulling my cock out of his mouth. I gasped and laughed at the same time. Benecio grinned at me, still kneeling in front of me as I awkwardly tried to balance myself while my head was rushing with the intense feelings. “Liked that, huh?” “Oh my gawd that was amazing,” I gasped. “There’s more to come. Lots more cum.” He suddenly stood up, wrapped his arms around me, and started making out again. I was still breathing heavy but still managed to wrestle with his tongue back and forth in our mouths. I was running my hands through his hair again, then let one hand drop to his ass. It was so firm and smooth, with just a trace of soft hairs between the cheeks. My finger found his hole again and began to probe it. Benecio growled, breaking our break and turning his head to gently bite my neck. “Oh baby,” he whispered in my ear as my finger dug a little deeper, his hole opening slightly. “Oh baby, please. Please.” I dug a little deeper and he winced. “Lube,” he whispered. “Do you want to come back to my room? I have supplies there.” Benecio raised his head and looked into my eyes. “No.” My heart sank. Benicio leaned away from me and pumped a couple loads out of the dispenser on the wall. Using the soap, he slicked up my cock then turned around, pushing his ass against my body. He didn’t have to ask twice. I put a hand between his shoulders and bent him forward. He placed his hands against the tiled wall and widened his stance, his ass pressed back. This was not his first time offering his ass in the showers. I lined my slicked dick up with his hole and pressed forward. There was a moment of resistance at his hole, the muscles tightening at the pressure coming from the outside. But Benacio relaxed and I felt his sphincter open up, welcoming me inside. I felt the ring of muscle slide down my cock. Beyond it was amazing warmth that engulfed by cock. I moaned and Ben sighed. I knew what he was experiencing — that first penetration was both exhilarating and a bit painful. For me, burying my cock inside him was pure bliss. I haven’t fucked anyone in weeks — not since Jared left school for the summer. I looked down as my shaft slid in and out, my pale skin disappearing into his caramel ass. It felt like his ass molded around my cock, massaging the entire length as I moved it inside him. “Fuck me, baby,” he said softly. He pushed his ass back to meet my thrusts. Water slapped between our bodies, and the sound was even louder here in the small shower room. I started thrusting faster, the slapping sound echoing off the tiles. I grabbed Benecio’s hair and pulled his head back — Jared had always asked me to do that. Benecio seemed to like it just as much. “Oh! Oh! Fuck me, baby! Oh fuck!” I was even more turned on by his reaction and was giving his ass my all. My cock was raw inside him. I hadn’t fucked raw much before — just that time Jared had pulled the condom off of me mid-fuck. To just fuck raw was hotter than anything else.I could feel how soft it was inside of Benecio, and the heat of his body temperature radiating around my shaft. My cock was so swollen from the intensity. I watched it glide in and out of his hole. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m not gonna last long.” “Give me that load,” Ben said, looking over his shoulder at me. His eyes were so intent. I knew he wanted me to breed him. I knew that feeling now. I could feel the pressure building inside me. I’d cum inside Jared that night he pulled the rubber off of me. I could feel the irresistible urge to plant my seed inside Benecio. He wanted it, too. But another voice in my head was quietly screaming. I’d taken two loads in my ass this summer, and I knew for a fact that Henry was poz. I didn’t know anything about the security guard except that his cock was amazing, but was he poz, too? Was I poz now? Am I about to poz someone? I knew I should pull out and shoot across his back — Benecio would still be happy. We’d both still cum after a hot fuck. But I couldn’t pull out. I didn’t want to pull out, and he didn’t want me to. We both wanted this to happen. I felt my cock throb and then explode, my cum starting to pulse into his hungry ass. “AHHH! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh hhhhh ahhh hhhh!!!” “Oh fuck yeah! Give me that load!” Ben started fucking himself on my hard cock even as it was spewing inside him. He was trying to get every drop. I stood there, my head swimming with the intense release and my body quaking. It was all inside him now. There was no stepping back from it; I had bred his ass with my raw load. We stood there for a long moment, both relishing the connection. I didn’t want to pull out, not yet. I slowly stroked his hole with my cock, the sensation actually really intense on my dick. My body spasmed. Benecio moaned softly, letting me slowly stroke inside his hole. “That was amazing,” he said. He leaned forward and began to stand, my cock sliding free of his ass. We both stumbled, trying to catch our independent balance. My heart was still pounding. Benecio turned around and we started making out in middle of the shower room again. I let my body relax into his arms. It was so comfortable and easy with him. Then that voice in the back of my head started getting louder again. What had I just done? I’d taken a couple toxic loads from guys. Do I even know what my status is now? Ben had been fucked by the security guard, too. In fact, that’s who he’d been waiting for tonight. Was he looking for charged loads? Had I just given him one? [Let me know if you’re enjoying Jeremy’s unexpected evolution. Piggies are always appreciated. I foresee something BIG happening in Jeremy’s near future…..]

Part 6 The next week was rough for me for a couple of reasons. The guys in my dorm definitely heard the guard fucking me. Or more precisely, they’d heard me taking it. Messages started appearing on my door “Fuck me! AH! Fuck me!” And “Give me that big cock!” One day, some of the guys were in the room next to mine and I could hear them fake moaning and yelling “I love that long cock! Let me ride it! Oh! Yeah! That’s so fucking good!” I’d never kept being gay a secret — I was out from the start on campus. But I’d always kept my sex life more private. Now everyone knew I took cock up my ass. That was something I didn’t necessarily want people knowing. On top of their bullshit, I wasn’t feeling well on Monday. I tried to push through it, but ended up leaving class early, despite my best efforts. Fever. Chills. Nausea. I told myself I must have gotten too much sun combined with the hot, muggy weather we’d been having. Certainly didn’t help that the dorms didn’t have A/C, so I couldn’t even get a decent rest. And after a couple days I pushed through it and made it back into class Thursday. Thursday evening it was raining. Campus was not well lit in places making it difficult to go for a good run after dark. I decided to go to the old gym on campus that night to run. There was a decent track on the upper level that overlooked the basketball court. The old gym was a good place to pick up games of basketball, floor hockey, volleyball, and to use the track. It was close to the older dorms where we were being housed this summer. There were a few people shooting hoops, but otherwise the gym was quiet. I had worn my running clothes, so I warmed up watching them play, then started my run on the track. There were a few really cute players, only one who I recognized. That surprised me since the campus isn’t that big, and by the end of the year you’ve seen all the faces. They were around my age. Could be a summer program on campus I hadn’t seen, or maybe some townies coming to play. I put on my headphones and ran for about 45 minutes. Then I needed to pee. I ran down the steps the basement, noting that the basketball court was empty now. The bathrooms are in the far corner of the building, and the hallway was dark except for the red light coming from the EXIT sign. It had the creepy feeling to it. I decided to take one of the headphones out of my ear. At the end of the hallway, around the corner, I could see light coming from the men’s locker room. I stepped inside and up to the urinal. That’s when I heard an odd sound on the other side of the wall. I listened while I was peeing, trying to make out the sound. Finally, when I was done, I went through the half door into the locker area. It was darker here, with just one light in the corner. But the shower room was lit, and that’s where I was hearing the sound. I walked back to the showers, now hearing the water running. The cadence sounded like someone washing themselves, with occasional splashes of water striking the tile floor. I don’t think I’d ever been back in the shower room before – why bother when my own dorm showers are close? I didn’t think anyone used these – maybe faculty or commuter students? I did a casual walk over to the shower side of the locker room, peeking around the corner. The showers were classic for a building this old – a single room set in the back. I didn’t see any partitions or curtains. I’m not sure why, but I decided to go back there. I just felt this tingly sensation across my body that was motivating me. I knew it would look weird if I walked back there fully clothed, so I started stripping down. That was when I noticed a little pile of clothes on the end of a bench. I finished undressing quickly and walked back into the shower area. It was smaller than I expected; eight shower heads in a ten-by-ten space. Very cozy. A guy around my age was standing there. He was a little taller than me, but not by much. An athletic build, but not too muscled – just really nicely defined. He had dark hair and caramel skin tone from head to toe. His long legs looked sculpted, and I couldn’t miss his bubble ass. The poor guy visibly jumped – obviously startled by my walking into the shower. “AHH!” “Sorry,” I apologized. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “I didn’t hear you! I didn’t know anyone else was down here. There’s a security guard who comes in, but you can always hear his radio and keys.” That should have been a clue to me, but it didn’t register in the moment. I was too focused on his face. A week’s worth of beard growth, trimmed short and neat. He had dark brown eyes and curly hair that was razored short on the sides. He was adorable! “Sorry,” was all I could think to say. I turned on a shower and started wetting myself. The water was cool which felt really good. The air down here felt even muggier than upstairs, and I unexpectedly starting feeling more refreshed. We both showered in awkward silence for a minute, nothing but the sound of splashing water in the room. I looked over tentatively. What was I doing? I’m in the basement of the gym, naked in the shower with someone. Now what am I going to do? This isn’t some porn video where he’s going to drop to his knees and blow me. But I was also totally turned on. His legs made me think of a dancer’s, and was was totally captivated by him. “I’m Justin,” I said awkwardly. “I’m Benicio. Most people call me Ben.” An interesting name. “I don’t recognize you. You live on campus?” “No. My mother’s a professor here. I’m visiting her for part of the summer.” We started chatting about ourselves. He was going into his senior year at a university in the Northeast. His parents were divorced and his father returned overseas a few years ago with his company, so he doesn’t see him often. Benicio, it turns out, was his grandfather’s name; he was half Jewish and half Brazilian. We’d been talking for a short time when it occurred to me that Ben was still here and showering. He’d been showering for at least 5 minutes before I came in. My heart started beating a little faster. “What brought you to campus? I saw some guys shooting hoops upstairs.” He laughed and shook his head. “Not me. Ball isn’t really my thing. I was just walking campus tonight.” That struck me as odd. Why did he need to shower if he was just walking on campus? “Do you come down here much?” He asked. I shook my head. “I’ve never been down here before.” The truth was out of my mouth before I thought about it. How do I explain why I came down here? “Didn’t you say you’re living on campus?” Oh oh. “I am.” I didn’t know what else to say. “And this is better than the dorm showers?” “Not really. Just convenient at the moment.” I also realized in that moment that I didn’t have shampoo or a towel with me. Or even a brush to comb my hair after. Nothing to dry off with when I was done. This was stupidly obvious. What was I doing? We continued to shower, silence just hanging there. I think I was on my third time washing myself head to toe using the dispenser on the wall. Benecio had to have done it at least five times. “I’m surprised you’ve never been down here before,” he said. “Why’s that?” “I dunno. Just convenient, I guess.” Another minute of showering in silence. “What brings you down here?” I asked. “I moved here when I was a senior in high school and my mom started teaching here. They let me take a couple college classes that year, so I would come use the library and stuff. I heard about this place from one of the security guards.” Click! “Blonde? Really tall?” I suggested. “Yeah.You know him?” “I met him in the dorm last weekend.” My heart started racing. There was a game going on here, and we were both fishing for something, but afraid to show our cards. Were we talking about the same guy from security. We must be. There weren’t that many security guards on campus, and most were a lot older; the guy from Sunday was definitely younger than most. “You just got hard,” Benicio said. “What?” He nodded toward my body. “You got hard when I asked about the guard.” I looked down. My cock was standing straight out. There was no way to hide it. I stammered, grasping for something to say, and coming up totally empty. Then I noticed Ben was smiling at me, and one hand slid across his own hardon. “You too,” I said. “Yeah.” Silence took over again. We were both standing in the showers, our cocks rock hard, and clearly not knowing what to do next. All sort of scenarios went through my head. But what if I was reading all the signs wrong? “He bring you down here?” Was all I could come up with to ask. “The first time, I mean.” “The first time. And he’s shown up a few times when I’ve come down here. I thought he might show up tonight; I saw him earlier in one of the jeeps.” He turned and his dick swung side to side a little. Benicio was no longer hiding anything. “Did he fuck you?” I asked a bit sheepishly. The room fell quiet again, except for the sound of water. “Yeah,” Ben answered, looking away as he said it. “What about you?” I nodded. “Yeah he did.” That was the final straw for both of us. Benecio took a step toward me, and I closed the space between us. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the short hairs prickle against my fingers. He reached down with one hand and squeezed my cock; the other hand ran up and down my abs. We started exploring each other’s body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He docked the heads of our cocks together; I moaned a little and smiled at him. We’d been avoiding eye contact, but had finally looked up. Benicio had that mix of gentleness in his eyes and a masculine face. Caramel skin with dark hair and a the trim facial hair. I ran a hand under his chin to feel the short hairs. We both leaned in and shared a first kiss. It started slowly with our lips brushing, and then I felt his tongue gently lick my lips. It was hesitant until I responded, tickling his tongue with my own. We pulled each other closer and started making out. [If you’re enjoying this new installment, let me know. Can just click the blue heart or leave a message. I really appreciate all the support for this story!]

PART 5 Henry said I’d know where to find him again. Apparently I didn’t. The first few days after he bred me I stuck close to campus. I was jumble of emotions. Anxiety had set in quickly — how did I let myself get pozzed?!?! It wasn’t even an accident. I had begged for it. How had a trip to the store turned into my being bred by a relative stranger? And how many times had Jared been there and done that? But every time I jerked off the rest of the week, I thought about Henry’s cock spewing inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted it again. Friday I went looking for Henry at the bar and didn’t see him. After hanging with my friends and having some beers, I snuck off and went to Henry’s apartment, but he wasn’t there. I looked again a few times on Saturday, but no luck. I told myself I’d make him but on a condom this time. I even put one in my pocket when I went out. I was so horny, I went to the newsstand two towns over where I knew they sold old porn mags with he covers cut off. I bought a pack for a few bucks, and at the last second asked to buy a bottle of poppers. I’d never bought my own before. I had them in my pocket Saturday night when I went back to the bar, but still no Henry. It was Sunday morning and I went to shower. The dorm was pretty quiet; I didn’t hear many guys moving around, yet. They’d given everyone a single for the summer, so while the rooms on the second and third floors were all being used, there was still less than half the usual number of people. Our summer dorm was the oldest on campus, so the bathrooms and showers were older. It was more of a group shower with curtains you could pull between them, which a lot of the guys did. I had them to myself this morning, so didn’t bother pulling the curtains. I was showering when I heard the door open and saw a security guard come in. He went to the line of sinks and started washing his hands. I thought about grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it closed, but I felt like that was kinda dickish to do just because someone walked in. Guys are naked in the shower room all the time. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. Then I noticed the guard was still in the room, seemingly washing his face. Struck me as a bit odd. This room only had two sinks and the set of showers; the bathroom was on the other side of the wall and had a whole row of sinks. No one usually came in here just to use the sinks. I conditioned my hair and started my body wash routine — feet, calves, thighs, ass, cock and balls, abs, pecs, and finally my arms. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guard was still there — I hadn’t heard the door open or close. He was still doing something at the sink, but seemed to look in the mirror. When our eyes met, he left the shower room. I finished up my shower, wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed down the hallway back to my dorm room. I liked these quiet mornings in the dorm before breakfast. I went into my room and left the door open to circulate the summer air; the entire week had been muggy, and the dorm didn’t have A/C. I was picking out underwear when I noticed the security guard go by my door. I figured he must be headed to the stairwell. But then he went by again, slower this time. I definitely caught him looking into my room as he walked by. I got a weird tingle seeing him walk past again. Was something up? Why was security lingering on the floor and checking out my room? I dropped my towel and slipped on my underwear, tucking my junk into the pouch in the front. I was reaching for the shorts I’d left hanging on a chair when I saw the guard again. This time he was just standing in my doorway. I was startled and yelped. “Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.” “Why? Is something up?” He stepped into my room. “Just thought I’d say hey.” He walked up to me; I felt awkward standing there in just my underwear. This was weirdly exciting but odd nonetheless. “I’m thinking we have a friend in common.” “Who’s that?” “Henry,” he said conspiratorially. He looked me up and down, not being shy about it. “You’re even hotter than he described. Athletic and ginger.” “Thanks,” was all I could think to say. I was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I started to reach for my pair of shorts again, but he put his hand on my chest to stop me. “I don’t think you need those,” he said, running his hand across my chest and down my abs. “I liked what you were wearing in the shower better.” I started breathing heavier. This surge of horniness went through me. Was this really happening?!?! One of the campus security guards was coming on to me. There was no mistaking it. “Doors open,” I said nervously, pulling away from his exploring hand. I saw my cock was getting hard in my underwear. The guard looked down at my hard bulge and grinned. He took a few steps back to the door and closed it gently. “Better now,” he said. He looked good in that uniform. Tall, strong build. He was almost a foot taller than me. He had a muscular chest beneath the tight blue uniform. His arms were nicely muscled, too. He started running his hands across my body, exploring, sizing me up. I reached out and touched his chest, feeling it through the fabric. “Like my body, ginger boy?” I nodded. “Good answer. Now get the underwear off.” I slipped the underwear down and left them on the floor. The guard didn’t waste any time reaching for my ass. He slapped it. “Nice bubble.” He slapped it again which hurt; I winced. “Now turn around. Put your hands on the desk behind you.” I turned around, facing the large window in my room that looked out of the quad. It was still quiet out there. I felt him spread my ass apart, probing at my hole. “That’s a sweet ginger hole. I’m gonna put that to good use.” He stood up and pushed the crotch of his uniform against my ass. The good boy in me panicked. “Be sure to use a condom,” I said. “There’s some there on the table.” “You put it on me when we’re ready for it,” he said. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and unzip. I leaned over and picked up the condom and put it next to me on the desk. He stepped over to the table I had pushed up next to the bunk bed as a nightstand. He picked up the lube and squirted it into one hand. I could see his cock standing straight out of his uniform pants. It was thick! He started to massage my hole using the lube, working it into my hole. “I like a tight hole,” he said. He took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. I could feel the heat of his skin, and even smell the musk. What was happening?! Ten minutes ago I was in the shower. Alone. Now I’m about to get fucked in my dorm room! The good boy in me said we should say no and put an end to it. But he was out voted — my hole was totally turned on, and it was now in charge. I pushed my ass back against his hand. “Hungry are we?” He said. “Get up on the desk, lay back. Hang your ass over the edge.” I turned around and sat on the edge of the desk. I laid back, adjusting my ass so it was at the edge. He lifted my legs and slapped his hardon against my hole. He rested the bottle of poppers I’d bought yesterday on my chest. “Popper up.” I unscrewed the bottle and held it to one nostril, inhaling deeply. I started to feel a growing buzz as I moved the bottle to the opposite nostril. I was transfixed on the guard slathering lube onto his cock. “Lay back, legs up. Show me that ginger hole.” I leaned back onto the desk and lifted my legs, my ass hanging off the end of the desk. He pressed his hands behind my knees, forcing my legs wider and really exposing my ass. The poppers washed over me. My heart started racing and there was a moment where the room seemed to go darker. That craving for cock came with it again, and I started flexing my hole for him. “That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what I wanna see.” He started teasing my hold with the head of his thick cock. He picked up the lube and dribbled more onto my hole, then spread it with his cock. I could feel the heat coming off the bare head. Something about a condom crossed the back of my head. The voice was a distant whisper that was overwhelmed by the craving I was feeling. “Fuck me,” I said quietly. “What was that, ginger boy?” “Fuck me,” I said more firmly. The guard pushed his cock against my hole, prying it open with the force. I felt the muscles give way and his thickness started to fill me. I winced and then gasped with the thickness stretching my hold. The opened condom went ignored on the desk beside me. “Fuuuuck…. That’s a tight ginger hole. “Gonna have to stretch you out to really enjoy this.” My mind was swirling. I was in my dorm room, naked on the desk, with someone whose name I don’t even know burying his cock inside me. If anyone in the rooms across the quad from mine looked out their windows, they’d be able to see me getting fucked. “People can see in the windows,” I gasped. “Good. Maybe they’ll want some of this, too.” He thrust all the way in til his balls were pressed against my ass. I groaned with the intense penetration. “College guys can’t get enough of this cock.” He started pounding away at my ass. I was moaning, probably louder than I should have in the dorm.People would be waking up and hear me, but I couldn’t control it. I felt totally drunk on his cock. I felt amazing! He could see it in my face. “You love this cock, don’t you, ginger boy?” “Fuck yeah!” He grinned a wicked grin. “Oops. Someone forgot to put the condom on me. Guess I know what you really want this morning.” The fucking was relentless. He took my ass in an aggressive series of thrusts. I groaned as he pummeled me. It was a wild mix of pleasure and pain. I fumbled for the poppers and awkwardly took another hit, hoping it would soften the roughness of the fuck. “Don’t worry. I’m almost there…..” he said. Those words sent a thrill through me. I grabbed my own cock and began jacking it. The guard had a wicked look on his face. “Fuck yeah. You want this gift. I knew you did. Knew it as soon as I saw you showing off in the shower. Knew you’d want to get pozzed again. Fucking slut.” He spat on me. I was totally fixated on him, on the relentless fucking I was taking. He was going to breed me. The good boy voice in the back of my head screamed again, but the rest of me wanted it. “Fuck yeah!” He said loudly. “Fuck yeah! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!!” A part of me knew everyone had just heard that. Some strange guy’s voice was coming from my room declaring his dominance over me. He came with a rush, his body shaking as his cock pulsed. He unleashed his load inside me, electrifying me. Instead of burying his load deep, he just kept pumping it into me. There was nothing I could do except take it from him. My own cock burst, spewing jizz across my chest and even hitting my face. My body spasmed. The guard pulled out, letting my legs just dangle off the desk. They didn’t quite fall to the floor — my muscles were too worked up and activated to relax. Instead I just held myself there, body spasming from the exertion, covered in my own jizz. He came over and pushed his cock into my face. “Clean it off,” he commanded. I didn’t have a choice as he roughly pushed his cum slicked cock into my mouth. “Taste your ginger ass on there, boy. Taste some of the cum I left inside you. Clean it off real good so I can go back to work.” When he was satisfied, he put himself together again, tucking his cock inside his pants. He’d never undressed, just pulled out his cock. The uniform clearly didn’t interfere with his fucking the hell oughta me. “You’re gonna need another shower,” he said, lightly slapping my tight abs. He ran his hands over my smooth torso. “Hot body. I’m gonna enjoy using it.” He walked to the door, leaving me laying on my desk. “Have a good one, bud.” And walked out, leaving the door open as he walked down the hallway. [What is going to become of our newest cumdump college boy, Justin? I suspect there’s more ahead for him! If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know. A blue heart (or a 🐷) is always appreciated — a simple form of feedback inspires me. Thanks!]

I was running some errands around lunch today in an area of town I haven’t been to in a couple of years — definitely pre-COVID. There’s a store there with cigars, sex toys, mags, and a sizable arcade. I was parked fairly close, so wandered out and checked it out since it’s been so long since i was there. I popper open a couple of apps so anyone in the area could see I was close by — it’s not always hard to figure out where someone is. I grabbed the small bottle of lube out of my car, and bought poppers from behind the counter (you just need to know what to ask for). I wandered around the arcade for a few minutes, cruising to see if anyone else was there. A few booths looked like they were being used, but the doors were closed. I picked a booth and went it. I watched a dollar’s worth of video, then started to cruise again. This time I came across an open room. The guy in it looked older and pudgy. He didn’t have his cock out, and wasn’t paying much attention as i stood there a moment, so i moved on. I hung out a half an hour or so, and a few faces appeared. I went into another couple booths. One guy stopped in, pulled his cock out, and I started working it with my mouth. He blew his load before I could suggest fucking. He zipped and left without a word. I moved to a larger booth. This one was deeper with a nice bench and space behind the seat. I decided to be bold. I went in, stripped off my shorts, kicked my flip flops to the side, and bent over the seating with my ass hanging out —- anyone walking by could see it. I spread some lube into my hold — I was pretty generous with it. I’m rather inpatient in these settings, so I knew either it was gonna happen fast or not at all. I could see shadows walk by the door. Some hesitated and stood there, then moved on. I noticed shadows lingering longer. After a few minutes, someone walked into the booth. It was the older guy I’d seen earlier. He stepped up to my ass and closed the door with a click. I heard him unzip and open his shorts. There was a hefty slap against my hole. “Fuck yeah,” I said quietly, wanting to encourage him. He picked up the lube bottle and I heard him pump the silicone onto his cock. I took a couple long hits off my poppers, letting the rush wash over me. I felt my body get really warm and my ass desperately wanted some attention. “Fuck my ass,” I said. The guy pressed his cock into my hole. It was a steady push, stretching my hole wider than i anticipated. Turned out he had a thick cock and he pushed it right up inside me until his balls struck my ass. I felt a sharp stab of pain as he stretched me wide, and I gasped. “Fuck! That’s a thick cock!” He didn’t seem to care. He fell right into a full-on fuck. I started grunting and groaning right away, immediately turned on by him using my ass like this. He was pounding away at a steady pace, then slapped my ass hard. I winced and yelped. The door clicked open and there was a bunch of shuffling behind me. The rhythm of his fucking stalled for a moment, then resumed just as I tried to turn around. There was definitely a third person in the booth now. Someone pushed on my upper back, driving my chest against the back of the bench. “Head down, cock whore. You don’t deserve to see us. You’re just a hole.” His voice was deep, very deep, and I suspected he was a big guy. The dynamic had suddenly changed in the room. The older guy was pounding away harder, and I could hear his breathing change. “Fuck that hole. Breed it,” the newcomer said. The older guy started shaking and his breathing became loud and heavy. His rhythm changed to thrusts, and I knew he was filling my ass with his seed. ”fuck yeah! Breed my ass!” The guy pushed in deep. He left it there, breathing heavy. Then he pulled the long shaft out. I felt a moment of relief as my hole contracted after being stretched so much. I didn’t realize I’d been panting too. Fuck it was hot and muggy in this booth! I was sweating, despite just wearing a tank top. I heard the shuffling behind me, then something hot and and hard pressed against my hole again. “My turn,” the deep voice said. He thrust inside me’; my head snapped backwards and my hole spasmed with the sudden assault. I made some sort of exclamatory noise — not some much words but an expression of surprise and pain. He pushed me over the bench again. I could see one of his hands; big with dark black skin. I groaned — that was a BBC inside my ass, and this guy seemed like he was gonna be rough. He fumbled with my poppers, trying to get in a hit or three before he tore me up. “Fucking whore ass. You deserve to get beat. Fucking sloppy hole wrapped around my big cock. Treat you like the worthless whore you are.” He was relentless and almost brutal. I moaned and groaned, unable to do anything else. The fuck was overwhelming — simultaneous pain and exquisite pleasure. “Use me,” I panted — it may have been just a whisper, I was having a hard time catching my breath as he pounded my ass. I needed it to end — and at the same time relished the amazing fuck I was taking. I almost asked him to stop, but I knew he wouldn’t. I was powerless, bent over that bench, my ass up. I couldn’t have moved out of that position if i wanted to. “Fucking whore ass. You’re gonna take my load. You don’t even know who I am. you don’t know what’s in my load. But you’re gonna take it anyway. Fucking whore ass!” He let loose, grunting as he unleashed inside me. I whimpered as he kept pushing deeper, forcing me to take his cum up inside me. He pulled out quickly, stepping back and running into the video screen behind him. He slapped a hand across my ass — fuck, that hurt! “Look what you fucking made me do! Look what you made me do. Hanging that whore ass out for anyone to fuck. He stepped up onto the bench, straddling my back. I was afraid he was going to push back into my hole again. Instead he grabbed my tank top, stretching it behind me, and wiped his cock off on it. Then he stepped backward onto the floor again, zipped up his pants and left the booth. I just stayed there, bent over the bench panting. I couldn’t really move for a couple minutes. My head was swimming from what just happened. The air was thick and gross. My hole felt like it was gaping wide open, though I reached back and felt it was actually able to close. My ass was slick with lube and cum. I finally started moving. There were guys in the hallway, but none tried to come in. I couldn’t have taken another cock at the moment anyway. They looked at me, seeing who had just gotten bred. I slowly got dressed, stepped into my flip flops, and walked out of the booth. The hallway was a bit cooler which helped with my dizziness. My body was shaking a bit once I got into the car, and I had to sit there. Two loads in less than 12 minutes. My hole pounded wide open. And I felt fucking amazing for it.

Part 4 I took 4 hits off the poppers, holding my breath between each hit. I felt the intense rush even before I exhaled the last time. My head began to swim and I pressed my ass back toward Henry’s body, greedily trying to find his cock again. I was already breathing heavy when he pushed his long pole up into me. He went right to work with long, deep thrusts that instantly had me moaning again. “You’re just like your boyfriend. You love being a fuckhole, don’t you, college boy?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes I do.” I could picture Jared being here in my place. His dark hair matted in sweat, Henry’s cock buried deep inside that tight ass. How many times had he been here in this bed? How many loads had he taken from this guy? “Yes you do what?” I searched for the words I’d never said before. “Yes I love being a fuckhole.” Saying it clicked something inside me. I’d had sex before — fun sex that I enjoyed. But this was completely different. I could see myself in a mirror across the room. My body was stretched out across the bed, on my side, one leg bent in the air. I could see Henry’s cock slipping in and out of my ass, his big balls nuzzling up against me as he pumped. My face was flush and I was drenched in sweat as he used me like I’d never been used before. No one had ever drained away my control and made me crave their cock so badly. My eyes locked on his balls and I realized that’s where it was — his load. Right now his balls were heavy with cum, but I knew it would be working its way up through his cock and he’d seed me with it. “Please!” I gasped. “Seed me!” Henry almost purred. “That’s it, fuckhole. Beg for it. You all beg for it. Tell me what you really want and you might get it.” “I want you to poz me!” “Yeah? You wanna be like your boyfriend. He begged for it to. How bad do you want it?” “I gotta have it! I need it!” Henry rolled me flat on my stomach, driving my legs apart with his body weight. His full weight was on top of me, pushing my breath out. I struggled to breath under the pressure, only able to manage short gasps of air between grunts when he thrust inside me. In the mirror I could sorta see us, or at least him on top of me. His ass was pistoning up and down on top of me, drilling that cock down into my unprotected hole. He grabbed my wrists, ending what tiny amount of control I might have had. I knew what was coming. If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that I’d known what was coming from the moment I walked up to his house. I could feel it in his energy. Henry had planned for this moment from the minute he saw me outside the bar. There was this crazy sense of anticipation in me – anxiety and desire wrestled inside me while his cock furiously plugged away at my ass. All I could hear was his skin slapping against mine and the creak of the bed has he pounded into me. Some voice inside me said I needed to stop him. That was a poz load he was going to put inside me! But I knew I couldn’t stop this. We’d come too far. I knew when the moment came. I could sense total determination and power in how his body moved. He didn’t say anything or even warn me. There was no “where do you want me to cum?” where I could have given an answer. He simply decided for both of us. I knew his cum was flooding my ass; I could feel the change in his muscles, the spasming of his cock inside me. There was a moment of silence that hung in the air; he held his breath as his body moved inside mine. I could feel the intensity of the moment. And then he exhaled sharply, his body shaking with the release. He plunged his cock deep and held it there; I felt his body quivering. Then a determined thrust of his cock into me. Then a third thrust as he panted. I could feel it — his cum spewing inside me. My body convulsed as he spread his poz seed inside me. It was like an electric bolt going through my body and I gasped. I could feel it still surging through me as Henry collapsed on top of me. His breath was hot against my should and neck. We were both drenched in sweat. My heart was racing and I was trying to take a deep breath but couldn’t. I was totally overwhelmed. What had just happened? I’d never experienced anything like that before in sex. I’d been horny plenty of times, but I’d never felt such a primal craving for something. Henry slid out of my ass and rolled to the side. I still couldn’t move. Every once of energy in me was depleted. He slapped my ass and then massaged it. “That is one impressive piece of ass,” he said gripping it. He pushed two fingers inside me again. I grunted as he moved his fingers around. “I can feel my load in there. You like that load up there, college boy?” I had a hard time making words. I wasn’t sure what I felt — the whole thing felt totally surreal still. “No one’s ever done that to me before,” I finally said. “Oh no? Then you were long overdue. That ass was made for breeding.” My ass was starting to feel sore again, but I didn’t want him to stop playing with it. He took my hand and guided it down to my hole. “Feel that cum inside you,” he said. My fingers explored and I could feel his cum spread across and inside my hole; confirming he’d bred me sent another thrill through me. “We‘ll have to make sure you get more of that.” “Yes, sir,” I said softly, not knowing why I said it or where those words came from. Something had changed for me. I could feel it. [Our boy Jeremy has taken his first poz load — but I’m sure he’s not done. Should we see where his story goes? Let me know if I should keep going …. Just click the blue heart or leave a message.]

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]

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It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]

My partner and I were staying at a gay men’s resort for the weekend. Sunday afternoon has a pool party and happy hour that draws a large crowd of visitors from other hotels and locals in addition to the guests. A quick headcount says there were easily 75 guys on property this Sunday. We were both being friendly and flirty in the pool, making conversation with various people. I saw a few guys zone in on my partner. His dark, handsome features and swimmer’s chest are always popular. I picked out a few guys, most of them otters, whom I talked up when possible. There’s a steady ebb and flow to the pool area as people make their way to the bar, their rooms, and cruise the property. Mid afternoon I started to wander and made my way up to the playroom. As soon as I was through the plastic sheeting covering part of the entrance, I could hear the soft moans of man-on-man sex. A couple guys stood in the narrow hallway as I made my way back to the video room. My eyes were still adjusting to the dim lighting, so I could only make out silhouettes in the darkness. The video room already had 6 men in it, so I found my way to pleather seating along the sides of the room and settled in. Three guys were standing in the back of the cozy room with someone on his knees working their cocks. I recognized that body immediately — my partner was busy at work. A guy in his 30s sat next to me, a lean body with a few small tattoos and dark hair. I’d spied him in the pool, but hadn’t spoken. I waggled my hardon and he greedily went down on it. I encouraged his work by rubbing his back and massaging the rear of his head. I heard the familiar squeak of a lube bottle being pumped; I looked over and saw one of the guys lean over and play with my partner’s ass. I love seeing this happen, and responded by pushing my own cocksucker’s head down so he took the full length of my shaft. He groaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my partner was stood up and being bent over the fuck bench that dominated the room, his body now must a foot away from me and my cocksucker. I handed my poppers to one of the guys who was positioning himself at the head of the bench. “Popper him up,” I said. He twisted off the cap and pressed the bottle up under my partner’s nose, flooding his lungs with the stuff. My partner is a popper whore, and I wanted him giving his best performance. As he inhaled deeply, I added some lube to my fingers and gently applied it to my cocksucker’s hole as he continued to work my shaft — this boy was hungry! He responded to my fingers with a soft groan, signaling his willingness. I heard the lube bottle being pumped again, and one of the guys stepped up to bat behind my partner. His head came up sharply and he winced, “Ah!’ As his ass was penetrated. His hole was obviously being stretched wide, and he started to ride it to open up. One of his would-be assailants pressed his chest into the padded bench. “Fuck the slut,” he growled. There is something amazingly hot to seeing your partner’s beautiful body in a totally vulnerable position, and him being used by other men. My cocksucker suddenly stood up and started applying more lube to my own cock. Obviously inspired by the fucking next to us, he sat down on my cock. He was still wearing a jockstrap, making clear his role in the room. My cock was surrounded by the intense heat inside him, his ass velvety warm and tight as he began to ride my cock. Someone pushed poppers under his nose, and he began riding more vigorously. I knew it would be very easy to unload in his hole when i was ready. My partner was getting pounded just a few inches in front of us. The sound of the skin slapping against skin was evident in the small playroom, and I loved hearing his grunts and moans as his hole was taken. A few more guys had come into the room or were standing in the doorway enjoying the show. The guy riding my cock was clearly excited showing off for the audience and began taking longer strides up and down my cock — it felt amazing! I saw two guys switch places behind my partner’s ass on the fuck bench, the second one sliding a freshly lubed hardon into my man. “Oh fuck! That’s a thick cock.” The new guy didn’t waste time, getting right into a fast, pounding rhythm as my partner took it like a champ. The air in the room was getting kinda thick and muggy from the heavy breathing and sweat. The guy riding my cock stood up, then moved to my left where he laid down on his back on the leather seating, raising his legs to reveal his hungry hole. As I stood and moved to plunge back into him, I ran a hand along my partner’s back as he was taking cock; his skin was covered in sweat. The boy I was fucking looked super hot displayed on his back, nice tight body, legs spread and hungry. I dove in, knowing I wasn’t going to waste time. I started slamming his hole, making him grunt and yelp. The sounds of he and my partner being pounded mingled in the room, and you could hear the sound of guys jacking their cocks to the live show. “I’m gonna cum,” the guy fucking my partner said, and he unloaded into my partner’s smooth ass. Knowing he was being flooded with someone else’s cum pushed me to the edge. ”You’re getting bred next,” I said to my bottom. ”Fuck yeah,” he said. I slammed in and out, making him wince, but he never shied away. I could feel my balls get tight and the urge to release was building quickly. I had my back to the fuck bench now, totally focused on the bottom boy giving me his ass for my own pleasure. I grunted and felt the juices start to flow freely, filling his tight hole with my load. He gasped as he felt it, and I gave a few deep thrusts to ensure my load was buried deep inside him. I collapsed back into the couch seating on the other side of the fuck bench, my cock still hard but drained. Someone else moved in to keep working on the bottom I’d just bred. Meanwhile, my partner had a fresh cock buried inside his ass, fucking him with the previous load. My partner was grunting and moaning, which is sweet music to my ears. He was still kneeling on the fuck bench, being used by a handful of strangers. I had someone popper him up again, and I sat back to watch as he took another two loads. He was oblivious to who was using him, totally focused on the feeling deep in his hole as he was used. The second guy to breed him pulled out, then made his way around and pushed his cock into my partner’s mouth. “Clean it off, pig. Good pig. That’s a good piggy boy.” The third breeder was already inside him and didn’t waste any time marking his territory. It was definitely a rough fuck for my partner, spit roaster and a relentless top using his hole. I could already tell his hole was going to be tender after this. The third breeder unleashed inside my partner, grunting as he pushed it inside. My partner lay there for a couple moments, panting, collecting himself after being ridden hard. His body was dripping with sweat, and he seemed a bit disoriented as he pushed himself upright. He didn’t see me there, more focused on making his way out of the room of men who had watched him being used. I heard one of the guys slap his ass as he walked by and say, “Fucking hot piggy.”

I’ve done it, and would do it again. I also do a bunch of quickie vids with buds that we keep just between ourselves, but are hot to watch from time to time.