Mysteryman10

On 7/9/2025 at 1:48 PM, chunkychains said:

I spun a yarn to my landlady about longer hours on site to cover for the fact that I started going round to the Barbican after almost every shift. I did have to be mindful of getting enough sleep to be able to do my job properly, so we kept it to one load from each of them on weekdays before I’d go off and find my bus. On the Saturday I just started skipping the pub completely and went a roundabout route straight to their flat, where I happily spent the afternoon and evening being available for an even larger number of guys than the previous weekend, albeit they came and went in dribs and drabs rather than it being an all-out gangbang orgy.

The fuck flu hit me the following Thursday, and my landlady really showed off another side to herself as she swung into action to look after me. I managed to text Bill to let him know, but my landlady insisted on being the one to ring my foreman and tell him I had proper flu. She really was very sweet to me for those few days, what I can remember of them. Once I was in recovery the following Tuesday I struggled back to work, the foreman taking pity on me as I was still clearly under the weather and putting me on inventory duties. A couple of days later though I felt much more human, and was back doing proper work on the site. On the Saturday I went back to the Barbican flat, and Bill took me out to a clinic in Islington to get tested. He and Sean marked my conversion by fucking a few more loads into me that night.

My fun times with them had never really been about chasing though, with the pozzing just being a happy side benefit. I continued to visit them frequently as I enjoyed both their company and the sex, particularly their ability to find a whole host of other men to use me at what were now weekly fuck-fests every Saturday, and they were becoming quite fond of me too. They eventually suggested I move in to one of their two guest rooms, to save me both the rent I was paying as well as the long bus journeys from southeast London, or at least for as long as I was working on the tower build. I jumped at that, and happily bid farewell to my landlady when I moved out, her battleaxe routine having returned completely once my flu was gone. Bill and Sean wanted nothing but my body in return for the room, and I had no qualms about such an arrangement. They brought me a good supply of other men to have fun with, and were also open to me finding my own guests occasionally. They particularly liked the vers couple in their early thirties who were fully up for taking loads from the older men while using my eager hole to deposit their own.

I have made myself scarce on Sundays once out of bed so Bill and Sean can have some time alone as a couple. Sometimes I go to see my mum, sometimes I just get out and do something in London, and sometimes I’m up for a bit more fun and seek it out in a sauna or something. It all depends how worn out I am after whatever has happened on the Saturday, but I’ve become such a rampant cumdump that I’m usually able to muster up the energy for a few more loads. Increasingly I’ve been getting into anonymous stuff, with a sauna I’ve found in Hoxton providing me the opportunity to back up against a gloryhole to take whatever is available. I’ve even found a set of toilets in a park near my mum’s place that I sometimes visit for a load or two after before I get the train back to London.

With more time and money, and a bit of encouragement from Bill and Sean, I got on with the inking of my back over many long, often-painful sessions. I had sketched the basics of the design I wanted, which the artist then translated into a final version. A mesh of thorns across the top of my back, it gradually transitions into a pair of snakes whose open fanged mouths look like they’re about to bite into a large, stylised biohazard symbol just above my buttocks. When it was finally done it looked fantastic, though Bill and Sean had been getting off on each addition as the whole design had been gradually applied. They marked its completion by surprising me with a pair of giant silver bracelets to complement my chain, with a B engraved on the inside of the lock of one, and an S on the other. My heart nearly exploded, but they assured me that this was as much for their benefit as it was mine, given how much they were still turned on by my big chain and wanted me to be wearing even more silver (and boy did they demonstrate how much it turned them on that evening). I now proudly wear my chains all the time, despite the ribbing I sometimes get from the guys on site.

I’m not sure if I’ll stay with Bill and Sean after the tower is done, but it’s a pretty sweet arrangement for all of us and they have reassured me many times they like having me around. The Square Mile is also an easy place to start a commute to most other parts of London I could end up working at in the future, at least compared to the back arse of New Cross where I was before. For now, I’m not going to think too much about what’s to come, and just enjoy being me. Handsome, muscular, tattooed, slutty, blinged-up, pozzed-up cumdump Viking me. It’s ace!

@chunkychains-dude I love ur bling the chains must cost a bomb. So, this is a mega hot story- I love your descriptions & I've been to the Barbican a few times-dont know the secluded alley they met at-perhaps you could point me where it is. Being bottom myself I felt the breeding and group scenes were very real & I certainly wanna get dpd myself someday soon. Keep up the writing this one will be a classic I'm sure xx

On 2/10/2025 at 7:04 PM, HornyAFXXX said:

Such a hot story 🥵😈 Can't wait for more!

One day hope I can find the courage to just risk it all like that. Turns me on so much but I've not done anything like that yet. The feeling of just letting go and some random guy sliding his cock up your hole in a dark room must be incredible

I've experienced this loads-try it you'll lovt the feeling as they crowd around you touch you, caress your ass & hole feel your nipples & put the bottle under your nose-at that point I'm totally hooked & would iet anyone fuck me-young,old neg or poz its that cock pounding my ass I want, crave & demand-until he comes then I want more-if there isn't a break in guys ill keep gojng until I'm satisfied which can take several hours. You must try it, you'll lovt the feelings & just let them do what they want your their puppet to manipulate. X

@Slipitupmeyou have captured the feel & the tone of this type of place perfectly. It reminded me so much of several I've visited & gotten trolled by old men-they follow you around, talk dirty too you but when they show that hard erection & touch you in a forbidden place I usually weaken & let them enter me-i had 4 very old men recently fuck me hard & spunk me deeply but I didn't protest even though I know its inevitable ill catch something & I should be more careful but they touched me carressed my buttocks & hole so I knew even though it hurt at first I would let them do what they want too me. So @slipitupme you have this story mastered as far as I'm concerned Well done buddy-please write more xx

such a shame this was never updated. I love reading this type of pozzing-i would love to be pozzed in this way.

On 7/27/2017 at 12:35 AM, radicalfree said:

The words stung me back to reality. What was I doing? I stopped sucking Sam and looked up at him. He nodded, trying to encourage me. I shook my head and blushed. He smiled, I swear he had the sweetest smile I've ever seen. 

"Just fingers on his hole Andy."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck is the point then?" Andy asked, then stormed off.

Sam, of course, followed him and I was left in the room, naked, drool on my chin. I caught a glance in the wardrobe's mirror and looked away. I felt like shit. I tried not to listen as the couple argued in another room. Slowly the arguing stopped. I put my trousers on and waited to be summoned, hoping that they wouldn't be arguing because of me for too long. After some time, the door opened and Sam stepped in. He told me that this was the spare room anyway and I should spend the night. Andy had work in the morning anyway. I apologised, almost crying and Sam sat next to me, he put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. 

"Don't worry lad, it's a big step. Go to sleep and you can just leave in the morning."

As Sam left I pretty much just lay down and went to sleep until I was stirred by a door closing. I sat bolt upright and looked around; gorgeous apartment, feeling fresh, for a brief moment everything seemed perfect. Then I remembered everything and must have audibly cringed as Sam soon entered the bedroom. 

"Looking good." He said.

"Thanks. Look, I'm so sorry about last night."

"To be honest, it was kind of ridiculous. I'm glad you're apologising, that is sweet of you. I didn't even get to cum!"

I laughed. Sam leaned in and whispered that "We have all day now." and I sat naively stunned as he pulled his hardening cock out of his pyjama pants. 

"Now suck my fucking cock"

His grip on my neck was strong so I didn't have a choice; I took the length of his poison cock into my mouth. A fact which he reminded me of over and over again as I sucked his hard dick. Now sober, I was a lot more fearful of his cock, however this worked only to turn me on more and make me suck him more eagerly. I fell to the floor and yanked his trousers off, desperately snaking my tongue around his cockhead, tasting his toxic precum. 

"I'm so glad you chickened out last night. Means I get your ass all to myself right now." I ignored this and kept sucking, half hoping to make him cum quickly and half wanting to see what would happen if he didn't. "I knew I wanted you as soon as I saw you dancing. Just you alone. You can be my special boy." I'm ashamed to say that this gave me butterflies in my stomach; Sam was definitely the better catch out of the two of them and to have this handsome older man want to risk his marriage to get with me had me swelling with pride. He pulled me off his cock and kissed me, we collapsed onto the bed together, a writhing, sweaty mess of lust, clamoring at each other desperately. He kissed his way down my body to my small cock, which he avoided, and kissed and slurped down to my ass.

"Get me wet Daddy"

As his slimy tongue pressed against my hole I moaned loudly, telling him how much I loved it. He stopped soon after and from under the bed produced a squirty bottle of lube, he covered my hole in it and then offered it to me. I perched myself on the end of the bed and applied it to his cock. Maintaining eye contact with him at all times in an effort to appear calm. In reality I was terrified. Again though, I was more turned on than I had ever been. I moved around and positioned myself for him to take me doggy style.

"Tell me you want it."

"I want your poz cock."

"How?"

"Hard."

He chuckled. "How?"

"Oh.. bare, raw, fuck your cum into me."

He smiled and shoved his length into me in one go, I cried out in pain and lust, he ignored me and set his own pace, fast, slow, shallow, deep, he did everything he could get himself off in record time and before I had chance to enjoy the fuck, he shot his load deep inside my cunt. We panted together for a moment until he awkwardly guided me to lie on the bed, he spooned me, the whole time his cock never came out of my hole.

"That was errr...."

"Quick? I know. I want to load you up as many time as possible."

A sinking feeling took over my stomach as I realised what I had done, I wanted to run, scream, cry, but instead I nestled myself back as he wrapped his strong arm around me and I thought about the next time he would be cumming in my hole.

that is infact the way I wanna get pozzed-having no chance to regret it & get loaded up continuosly until it takes. I'm scared, worried how ill cope & how it will affect my family life but this is just perfect in the way I want to go that next step. I can't wait to read the next part-will hubby come home & give in & poz the lad up as wejl-will they get friends around & tag team him or will he go thru the club picking up older guys and passing on the bug?

6 hours ago, Jaygusher said:

Part 8

 

Arther took the lead as he slowly fucked my mouth. As shady as he was, I did enjoy being able to suck cock. I’m not totally innocent, and I do have my own needs. I sucked on him for a few minutes, and he seemed to like it. Pivoting his warm rod in my mouth, I could feel the shape of his round head tap the back of my throat, my lips rubbing over his veiny shaft. My eyes looked up to his torso, which had little body fat, so I could see the muscle fibers of his abs as well as his veins. His hands rubbed my hair as he guided my head bobbing up and down on it. All the while, he liked his dirty talk. 

 

“Yeah, work that cock, boy. Your uncle taught you well, didn’t he?”

 

I didn’t learn cock sucking from my uncle. But I just let him think what he wanted as long as we were both enjoying the moment. Even my nerves were starting to relax, and I could start to enjoy myself a little. After all the craziness that had happened until this point, I could do with some simple dick sucking. 

 

While keeping his cock in my mouth, Arther positioned himself on the bed, lying back while I lay down nursing on him.

 

“That ass looks beautiful.” He reached over and kneaded my cheeks while I serviced his cock.

 

“You know, my boys would love you. You would look great spending a weekend on my ranch. That ass would definitely get pushed to the limits in terms of depth.”

 

My memory went back to Chester’s place when he told me about Arther’s kink. My ass trembled at the thought, and not in a good way. I’ve been pretty open so far, but I doubt I could handle that. Nor would I want to. Arther seemed to notice my physical disapproval.

 

“Hm, perhaps you need some time to ferment on the idea. I’ll get you in the stables one of these days.”

 

Arther’s thighs gripped my head, and his hips were bucking up into my mouth. He seemed to be really enjoying my mouthwork, that or he was getting distracted by his own fantasies. 

 

As his legs were wrapping around my head, I felt a pair of hands on my legs. Someone else was in the room. I just realized Arthur never closed the door.

 

“Hey, Clarence, help yourself…” Arthur offered with a strained voice. He seemed like he was getting close. 

 

The hands on my legs moved up, and I felt a pudgy man get on the bed with us. He straddled me from behind.

 

“I didn’t get much time with this one; the little rascal slipped off before I could breed him.” 

 

Clarence was on top of me? Oh, that’s not good. Sucking is one thing, but I wasn’t trying to offer my ass to anyone who walked in, especially not him. Arthur’s legs were still gripping my head, and he was face-fucking me. I couldn’t get up.

 

“Don’t let me stop you. Slip that poz blaster in there.”

 

Clarence laid his body down on top of me, and I felt his cock push into my ass. With Arthur’s cock getting harder and leaking pre in my mouth, Clarence started moving his hips up and down. The cock felt good inside me, but I was well aware he was a hair-trigger shooter. I was in a dangerous position.

 

“Yeah, I’m about to shoot down your throat. Keep sucking.”

 

Arthur made sure I wasn’t going anywhere till I swallowed his load. I was frantically trying to coax out his orgasm so he would let go. Clarence on top of me was having his fun, raw-fucking me at his own pace. 

 

“Yeah, that’s it. Gonna shoot. Swallow my cum, you little slut.” His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I felt it swell. Arthur started shooting in my mouth as I tried to gulp down the torrent of bitter salty fluids. I didn’t have much say in the matter since his head was nearly penetrating my esophagus. 

 

“Ah fuck, yeah!” Several ribbons of hot cum shot down my throat. Then it calmed down, and his thighs relaxed. I was able to pry my head off of him. Some cum still dripped down his shaft. It was sloppy and covered in spit and jizz.

 

Once I was free from Arthur, I managed to shimmy myself out from under Clarence. His cock popped out of my ass, and he seemed disappointed. I got up off the bed and managed to breathe easily. I wiped the cum from my mouth, or what little there was trailing down my chin, since it was more of a direct deposit. Clarence sat up on the edge of the bed, his cock still rock hard and glistening.

 

“Hey, I’m still a mess down here. You should clean it up.” Arthur stood up and motioned in front of me to finish the work. He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed down on me. 

 

“Sit and lick me clean,” with Clarence right behind me. Arthur’s push made me sit in his lap. His cock plunging up my ass again. Clarence wrapped his arms around me and played with my nipples. Arthur brought my head down to lick his cock, taking in the rest of his cum that I missed.

 

“That’s right, don’t waste it.”

 

Clarence was moaning behind me, and I could feel his cock getting harder in my ass. 

 

“Go on, Clarence, get your nut off. Charge him up.”

 

I knew what was coming next, and I wanted off of him immediately, but Arthur had his hands on my shoulders.

 

“Wait, hold on!” I tried to object, then Clarence made his signature grunt.

 

“Ugh…” his rock-hard cock started bouncing inside me. I was standing up in spite of Arthur’s grip. I just managed to pull my sphincter off of Clarence’s swollen, pulsing tip when 

 

“Ooof…”

 

And Arthur shoved my shoulders down, and Clarence’s poz cock popped back in me. My ass reflexively clenched tight around his shaft.

 

“Ah!” Clarence gasped and gripped my hips.

 

“Ooof, yeah…” his hips trembled beneath me.

 

“Aah, yeah, there it is!” Clarence moaned in bliss.

 

I yanked my ass away, freaking out. Did I get off in time? Did he shoot it in me? I looked on the ground for evidence of him shooting outside. The floor had a lot of cum on it, both dry and wet. It was hard to tell. Clarence was stepping in some. 

 

“Like what you see?” Arthur grabbed my shoulder. 

“You should lick that up for him. You’re a foot pig for Chester, you can give Clearance the same treatment.”

 

Arthur pushed me to the ground and brought my face to Clarence’s feet.

 

“The boy likes licking feet? Well then, I won’t turn down a good servicing.” Clarence laid back on the bed and awaited the kinky play.

 

“Go on then, start licking boy.” Arthur held my head down and Clarence raised his foot to my face. He rubbed his toes on my cheeks and smeared cold jizz on me. He swirled it around my lips until I had no choice but to open up and take his dirty toes in my mouth. 

 

At that moment I felt a cock slam into my ass. Arthur was getting ready for round two.

 

“That’s it. Suck those toes while I unload in you.”

 

Arther started violently fucking me while Clarence ensured his toes stayed in my mouth. Arther wasn’t the biggest, but he knew how to use it. I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. But I didn’t know if he had anything I could catch. I enjoyed getting fucked for a while as I serviced Clarence’s feet, and my mind wandered. I was imagining Uncle Chester during Twister. His cock was so big it could reach depths Arther couldn’t. I was starting to miss the feeling of him in me. Even licking Clarence’s feet made me think of my uncle and his proposition of making me his foot pig. Part of me wishes we could have a normal uncle-nephew relationship, but I was becoming more open to the idea of giving into carnal lust with him. 

 

“Oh boy, gonna shoot. You ready for my load, boy?” Arther grunted. 

 

I remembered where I was and what I was doing. I got up from Arther despite his rough grip. He seemed disappointed. 

 

“Hey, I was so close!” 

 

“I… I need to find Chester.” I moved past the men and left the room in a hurry. I clearly wasn’t safe with them despite enjoying the first part of it. 

 

I wandered through the dark labyrinth of hallways trying to find Uncle Chester. I was about ready to leave this place, and if he wasn’t ready to go, then I’d tell him he could meet me back at his house. I was amassing an entourage of random men trailing behind me. As tempting as it was to play around with some of them, I figured I shouldn’t be playing with anyone else here since most of the men here are poz and not on meds. 

 

It took me a while to make my way through the underground maze. The place was big, and bodies were exchanging fluids in many rooms and open spaces. Coming to a dead end, I was in a hall that had multiple open, dark rooms. I wasn’t sure if they were all just rooms or if some of them led to other areas. I thought one of them could lead through and maybe my way in. There was a tv on the wall playing random porn clips and a chubby, bearish man sitting down on a bench. It was Clyde.

 

“Hey there. Have you been having fun?” He was casually playing with his cock.

 

“Kinda… I think I wandered into the wrong area.”

 

“Why don’t you keep me company? Sit.” 

 

I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to be rude, so I sat next to Clyde. He put an arm around me and continued playing with himself. He wasn’t trying to fuck me or get me to suck him, so I was a little relieved I could get a bit of a break. 

 

“So not liking the place?”

 

“Not really. This ain’t my kind of scene.”

 

“Aren’t you Chester’s boy toy? I figured you’d be used to taking dirty loads.” 

 

I hesitated a bit, but I was honest with him. 

 

“I’m not his boy toy, I’m his nephew. I’m not poz either, so this place is a little scary.” 

 

Clyde looked surprised.

 

“Oh wow, you definitely came to the wrong place then. So many men here would be all over you, wanting to knock you up.”

 

“I don’t want that. Sex is nice, but I don’t want to catch anything…” My voice was starting to break a bit. 

 

“Hey now. How about you stay with me? I can keep these guys off you. I’m poz too, but undetectable, so you don’t have to worry about that from me.”

 

Clyde’s offer sounded sincere. It would be nice to get some kind of protection here. I leaned into him and let myself feel vulnerable with him. It was the first time I started to feel semi-safe in this place. 

 

“Since you’re here, how about a blow job? I’d like to nut off again.” 

 

Before I could answer, he guided me to the floor on my knees and placed his cock at my mouth. At this point, I was getting a little desensitized to all the sexual advances, so I opened up and started sucking him. I was actually enjoying the taste of his fat cock in my mouth. Clyde moaned and let me take my time with it.

 

After a few minutes, I heard someone approach and stop behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw it was the sickly old man from the steam room. The late stage poz guy. He was stroking himself in the corner, watching us. I thought he was going to leave after the steam room encounter, but I guess he was still on the prowl. Even in the dim red light, I could see almost every bone on him. 

 

Clyde guided my mouth back on his cock and rubbed my hair. I tried ignoring the sickly man and focusing on enjoying the cock in front of me, but I couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling of the sickly man watching in the corner. I was sitting on my knees with my back upright, so at least there wasn’t ease of access to my ass.

 

Then I felt a foot rub my cock. Clyde was stroking me with it while I sucked him. I couldn’t help but moan and lean into his footwork. He was really skilled with it. Fuck, I definitely have a fetish for it now. He noticed how much I was responding to it and brought his feet up to my face, interrupting the BJ. I kissed his big, meaty soles and felt myself leak. 

 

“I knew you loved that.” Clyde gloated. He put a foot on my shoulder and forced me to the ground. He stepped on my face and pinned me to the floor as he made me continue service. I tried my best not to show how much I was loving it.

 

During the foot domination, I felt hands on my ass. Oh no, in this position, my ass was sticking out. The sickly man was behind me. I felt his sticky, warm head tapping at my still sore hole. I was getting worried, but he didn’t push in. He just kept it at the entrance as he jacked himself.

 

“You gonna paint his back? The boy isn’t too keen on poz loads.” I was flattered; Clyde actually seemed to be defending me.

 

“I’ll shoot it on his cheeks; his warm pucker is kissing my tip sweetly.” His voice was still raspy and unwell. 

 

I was still a little uneasy, but if he was just going to beat off, then I would be able to continue kissing Clyde’s soft feet. He rubbed them all over my face and stuck his toes in my mouth. He gave a few gentle slaps and smeared my slobber on me, then stuck his toes back in my mouth as I sucked him.

 

“Ah, gunna shoot…” the sickly man moaned with a strained voice. His tip was still on my hole as his hips were trembling. He still wasn’t penetrating, but it was pressing. 

 

“Ah, fuck, here it comes!” His body was spasming as I felt his tip throb, discharging a several-burst orgasm.

 

“Agh!…” a hot ribbon of toxic sperm shot out, practically jet-spraying my hole. It gushed around my hole and started running down my taint.

 

“Agh!…” his hips spasmed harder, and I felt my ring opening up. His high-pressure ribbon shot and added to the mess on my taint, running down my balls.

 

Clyde put a foot on my lower back, and the weight brought my ass down. The sickly man’s cock felt like it slid in further. Oh shit, how deep is that? That’s not in me, is it? My ass was so sore from earlier that I couldn’t tell.

 

“Agh!…” the man dropped his body on my back and wrapped his arms around my torso. His hips attempted to plow in. My ring practically wrapped around his mushroom.

 

“Agh!… Ahhh…” After a few more cock bursts, his orgasm subsided, and he sighed in satisfaction. Wait, I didn’t feel his cum run brown my balls. Where did those last shots go? The confusion distracted me enough that his cock plunged forward, and I felt him sink in. His hips met my ass with a wet slap. He was giving me slow thrusts.

 

“Hey kid, clench your ass on my shaft. Try and milk out my last few drops.” He muttered in my ear.

 

Clyde’s foot on my face made it too hard to respond. As the sickly old man dug his cock in deep, he gave my ass a slap. Out of reflex, my hole clenched around the base of his cock, and he withdrew almost all the way, his shaft getting squeezed by my sphincter.

 

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep going.” He buried his cock in and slapped my ass again, withdrawing in sync with my ass clenching. He repeated that process a few more times. 

 

“Nice. You’re a stubborn one.” The man mumbled. His hard-on persisted, and he was going up and down on me as if he was trying to build up another load.

 

“Looks like the two of you are busy having your own fun.“ Clyde withdrew his toes from my mouth and got up. He walked away, leaving me alone with the old man mounted on me.

 

I was frozen in fear as I was now one-on-one with the sick old man. His hips made wet slapping sounds as he was fucking me. Gratuitous cum coated my ass balls and belly as it smeared on the ground. 

 

The man stopped fucking me and pulled out. Finally. 

 

“Let’s not waste this sauce.” He rubbed his cock against my balls in an upward swipe, then spread my ass with his fingers. 

“Nice little gape you have there.” Then aimed his cock at my open hole. I felt the gooey mess on his tip pressing in, and thats when I struggled. I managed to get out from under him and got to my feet. My ass and balls were dripping with his slime. 

 

“Don’t be like that. Let’s have some more fun together.” He reached for me, but I stepped away. 

 

“I need to go.” I left that area of the complex in search of where uncle Chester might be. Eventually, I found him sitting on a bench in an open room next to a hot tub. Several men were in the hot tub playing with each other, and Chester was having a conversation with some other men, stroking his big cock. I felt like it was time to leave, so I sheepishly approached in the hope I could get him to agree to let us go home.

@jaygusher-another superb chapter-that lad is defo gonna get poz cum in his ass even in dribs & drabs if he isn't taking full loads yet the odd bits are building up inside. I certainly loved the poz bear Clyde warming him up with the foot thing-he seems so comfortable around him. If clyde gets him with Arthur again he will try & get him to his farm & that will take him away from his uncle who I'm assuming will be his first deep poz load & I'm talking gallons of it-his ass does deserve a gushing climax . Wonderful chapter so far-cant wait for more buddy.

On 3/23/2012 at 10:12 PM, whthole4u said:

The library truly was like that for a while at least the few times I went years ago when I first moved here and was scared shitless - LOL- of course now wish I had feasted on all it had to offer

Man I would love to go to that library-please pm me & tell me more about your visit-im neg but would leave there with a poz baby no doubt.

hot sexy story-i want dave as my bf. I would always be satisfied-those loads sound huge & perfect quantity-i love heavy loaded guys. More please...

Beautiful! two men who truly love one another-that connection will always be there when the time comes to part but until then enjoy each other & thanks for sharing. I really would like to repeat my earlier threesome with a father & son. Their bond made me also feel safe & part of their family whilst we were together. Had they not chosen to move away I think we might have talked throuple as we bonded so well.

On 5/6/2025 at 5:13 AM, Naive said:

Part 2!

Sorry for the long way. Writing is hard! This chapter is a bit of a slow burn but the next chapter will be the climax (lol). I promise it won't take as long as this one did to release.

Remember, this is literally one of the first stories I've ever written and I am NOT a profession writer by any means. This story will be littered with typos and bad grammar. Hell, some of it might not make any sense at all! Proofreading is not in my skill set.

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The day had arrived. I left my parents place in the afternoon and I was on my way to fix this dirty old man’s computer. “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. That’s what I told myself to justify going against my senses and making this risky trip. Somehow the risk made me a little excited and the thrill made my adrenaline pump. Still, I had a sense of unease the whole bus ride leading up to getting dropped off at PapaTop’s apartment building. It was an older, rundown building in a rough part of town. Before I got on the bus he told me to just go into the building and find his apartment when I got here, the door would be unlocked so I could just walk in without knocking. He’d be waiting for me.

 

 I rode the elevator up to his floor and exited into the hallway. I followed the signs and eventually found his door. My heart started pounding in my chest and my cock twitched ever so slightly. “In and out.” I whispered to myself as I reached for the door knob. I twisted the handle and slowly opened the door, as it creaked open my nostrils were immediately hit by a pungent odor that knocked me back an inch or two. If I had to guess, it was a mix of cigarettes, body odor, and hot sex.

 

My brain was screaming at me. “Don’t go in there! You’re in danger!” but that thought was quickly replaced by the image of PapaTop’s cock and my body moved forward on its own. I walked through the door, closing it behind me. My eyes widened as the very first thing I saw was Papa sitting on a couch and jerking his cock in the middle of the living room. This was the very first time I’ve seen him in person and he’s just casually stroking his thick meat in front of me. I was stunned at the sight… but intrigued.

 

He was a big, chubby, bear of a man. The best way I could describe PapaTop would be an old, dirty, Santa but replace his joyous spirit with something a bit more… sinister. He had classic male pattern baldness, missing hair on the top of his head. Thick light gray hair covered his whole body and his fur looked damp, he must’ve worked up a sweat while jerking off.  He had on a dirty wife beater and some old, dingy, tighty whities bunched up around one of his ankles. Under his huge belly I saw his thick, greased up cock sticking out from his fat pad. His pics didn’t do his cock any justice. He had a huge mushroom head and a thick veiny shaft. He had to have been 7, maybe 8 inches long if you accounted for the extra inch of cock he had hidden in his fat pad. I shuddered at the thought of having to have it anywhere near my ass, that thing could do damage. This would be enough to scare any sane person away but I froze while my brain processed everything I was looking at.

 

I stared for about 15 seconds hoping that he’d stop and acknowledge me. His eyes were closed but surely he heard his door open when I came in. I felt my dick start to harden in my pants, I couldn’t deny that watching him stroke his meat was turning me on but I told myself that I wasn’t getting hard because of PapaTop. My hormones were just out of whack, that’s all… it wasn’t the thought of his huge, shiny, cock slowly slithering towards me… entrapping me… forcing itself into me… that last thought made me snap back to reality.

 

I gave a light cough to get his attention and I saw his eyes open. “That you, boy? Come on in! No need to be shy. I’m just about finished here.” His voice was deep and a bit raspy with a bit of a country twang to it “Come sit.” He sat up straight, pulled his underwear up, and tucked away his cock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like that.” I said as I walked towards the couch. The closer I got to him, the more I smelled his musk. He chuckled “Sorry boy. I didn’t know exactly when you were coming and for some reason I woke up very horny today…” He paused and looked me up and down lustfully. His cock was still rock hard in his underwear, I thought I saw it twitch once or twice. “... I thought I could rub one out before you got here but looks like I’m going to have to save that load for later. I was getting close too…”  I sat down next to him and tried my best not to look at his crotch, the temptation was strong but I didn’t want to give the wrong impression, I was just here to help him with his computer after all.

 

“So where’s your computer? What kind of issues did you say you were having?” “Oh, my old laptop is around here somewhere… probably in the bedroom. Might take a bit to look for it. Let’s chat first, no need to rush. This is our first time meeting after all.” This wasn’t going to be as quick as I had hoped. We talked for a while, just boring small talk about our lives. As innocent as the conversation was, I couldn’t help but notice him starting to inch closer towards me on the couch. Every now and then he would slap my shoulder or pat my leg. Each time he did it, I felt his touch lasting a small moment longer, lingering longer than what would be considered normal.  I noticed him adjusting his cock through his underwear every few minutes too. Sometimes he seemed like he was just playing with himself. My cock started getting hard because of the touches and I was starting to get a little flustered, becoming red in the face. PapaTop noticed.

 

“Hey boy, you seem nervous. You okay?” I tried to play it cool. “Yeah, I’m just a little shy is all, everything’s fine.” Papa got up from the couch. “Oh! I think I know something that will help you relax a bit. Stay put.” The huge man got up, wafting his scent towards me, it didn’t smell as bad as before. Maybe I was getting used to it. He walked into the kitchen for a minute and came back with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. “A couple of shots always helps relieve any anxiety I have. Drink up!” I wasn’t even the legal age to drink yet and I didn’t want to go home to my parents smelling like booze. I declined the drink but PapaTop insisted. “You’ll be fine, boy. One or two drinks isn’t going to get you drunk. You won’t reek either, I have cologne. This is my good stuff too, rare and expensive.” I gave in and let him pour me a shot. He collapsed onto the couch right next to me, our thighs touching, he put his arm around my shoulders to pull me close. His smell was becoming intoxicating and combined with the warmth of his body, my dick was completely stiff.

 

He held up his shot glass and said “Cheers!” We both took a shot simultaneously. It burned going down and I coughed a little. “Aww boy, not used to the burn?” He went to pat my leg to console me but ended up patting my dick, he felt how rock hard it was and teased me “Someone’s happy!” He let out a big laugh that made his belly shake. I was embarrassed. “Sorry, I don’t know why I can’t control it.” He poured us another shot “Don’t worry boy, I’ve been rock hard and leaking ever since you arrived, look.” He spread his legs and I saw his dick straining against his underwear with a damp spot where the head was. “See? We’re just men being men, nothing to be ashamed of.” He handed me another shot of whiskey. “Drink this if you want it to go down quicker. Ever heard of whiskey dick? Liquor makes you go soft.” He didn’t sound completely convincing but I wanted the embarrassing boner to go away quickly so I took the shot, it burned just as much as the first.

 

We talked more, I wasn’t as anxious and the conversation was lively, I guess the whiskey was making me a bit more social. We laughed over some of his old hook-ups mishaps from when he was around my age. Papa poured me a couple more shots at one point, he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I gulped them down. My hard-on wasn’t going down, so I thought I needed another drink or two to help anyway. I noticed him being a bit more touchy and flirty over time, he wasn’t as subtle as before playing with cock in front of me. He had his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders, I was pressed up against his side. I almost felt trapped against him, I’m not sure I could break his hold without REALLY trying. Maybe it was just because I was feeling tipsy but it felt nice being cuddled up against someone,it was harmless flirting anyways. It wasn’t like I was going to hook up with someone 3 times my age, especially not someone with HIV.

 

He started rubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck, I involuntarily let out a soft moan. I couldn’t deny how good it felt, he had big strong hands and they felt magical. He sensed that I was enjoying his touch so he turned me away from him and really started working my back. His hands reached under my shirt and kneaded my lower back causing me to let out more soft moans. I knew letting him touch me like this was dangerous and could lead to him attempting to seduce me but it felt so good. I lost count on how many shots I took but I was still in my right mind. I still had things under control and I wouldn’t let things go overboard if he tried anything.

 

“Relax and let Papa make you feel good. First let’s get this shirt off” He tugged at my shirt from the bottom, slowly pulling it over my head, and then tossed it on the floor. He suggested we get into a more comfortable position so he re-positioned himself on the couch, sitting sideways and placing me between his legs. He leaned back and had me lean back on top of him. His big furry belly felt so soft against my back, it was almost like reclining back on a super comfortable chair. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass but I still had pants on so it wasn't too awkward. His hands started caressing my chest with one hand while he rubbed my belly with the other. He leaned down a bit and I felt his big beard rub against my neck. He put his mouth up to my ear and in a low voice he whispered directly into my ear. “That’s it boy. Let Papa take care of you.” His hands continued to feel all over my body, every once in a while he would reach down and rub my crotch. Each time he did, my dick jumped. Eventually he undid my belt bucket and unzipped my fly so he could play with my dick through my boxers . “You seem uncomfortable with these jeans on. No need for them anyways, I never wear pants when I’m home. You shouldn’t either, so get them off. Now.” It seemed like more of a command than a suggestion. I wanted to get as comfortable as possible so I pulled them off and tossed them next to my shirt on the floor. I was only in my boxers now.

 

I looked back at Papa and saw him staring at me hungrily while rubbing his dick as it poked out the bottom of his underwear. “Sit.” He commanded. I thought to myself “It’s fine. I have my boxers on. I won’t let it go further than this. Five more minutes max then I’ll fix his computer and get out of here before it gets too late”.  I re-positioned myself and got nestled back into Papa’s lap. He wrapped one arm around my upper torso and pulled me back into his chest. This time he locked his legs over each of my legs restricting any movement from me. I was completely trapped, I couldn’t struggle if I wanted to. He started licking my ears and neck while rubbing my belly. It tickled a bit but also caused me to squirm around a bit in pleasure. It was a new sensation for me and it drove me wild. Between belly rubs, he would tease my dick by rubbing and grabbing at it through the thin fabric of my boxers. I started tingling all over.

 

I gathered my composure enough to say “Stop! It’s too much! I need a break.” But I felt his grasp get tighter around my body and he doubled down on his efforts to make me squirm. He started licking, kissing, and tonguing my ear viciously, ignoring my pleads for him to stop. “I’m not done with you yet, boy. Just enjoy this.”  His hand drifted down into the waistband of my boxers, pulling my dick out. He started playing with it, stroking the shaft slowly and cupping my balls. Instinctively, I wanted to get away but Papa held me tight, I couldn’t escape. I was completely at his mercy but it felt so fucking good. He spit into his hand and started working the head of my dick. I was starting to moan loud, my eyes rolled back, and my brain started getting foggy. I just closed my eyes and let Papa take control.

 

Every once in a while he would whisper in my ear various things like “Yeah boy, just relax.” Don’t worry, I got you.” “Feels good, doesn't it?” Most times I only responded with a soft whimper or moan. After a while I felt something slimy against my skin, it was his cock throbbing against my bare asscheeks. I didn’t even notice that my boxers were halfway down my legs until this point, he must’ve slid them down when I wasn’t paying attention. He started humping me slowly and I felt my asscheeks getting sleek with precum, a lot of it.  “Sorry boy, my dick is leaking like crazy. Your hot little body is getting me all worked up, plus I didn’t get to cum earlier because you interrupted me.” My head was still in the clouds. I was just about paralyzed from the sensory overload, whiskey, and his firm restraint of my body that had me locked in place while he took advantage.

 

Every once in a while I would feel him thrust hard against me, causing my ass to bounce on his crotch. Every couple of thrust I felt his dick slip between my lubed up cheeks, prodding at my hole and getting it sleek too. He teased my hole with his mushroom head. “Oh fuck boy. My dirty cock seems to have found a new cave to explore.” Each prod against my virgin hole made my body jolt from the foreign feeling but something felt good about it at the same time so I didn’t protest. His natural lube caused my pucker to slowly part each time his thick head kissed it with a poke. I thought to myself that it's not like he can just stick his cock up my ass. I’m too tight and he’s too thick. That’s when I felt him adjust his cock so it was pressed right against my hole. 

 

“Relax boy. Just relax.” He started making out with my neck again. Kissing it, tonguing it, licking all around. I instantly melted into his body, inadvertently causing my ass to sink down around the head of cock slowly. As soon as I felt his head halfway into my ring, I snapped back to my senses and tried to pull my ass up from his cock but he tightened the grasp he had on me, preventing me from moving an inch. I struggled as much as I could. 

 

“I said relax boy!” He barked and at same time he bucked his hips forward causing the head of his cock to slide even further into the ring of my hole. “Your ass feels amazing on my cock, stay still while I enjoy this. You will too.” I felt my hole stretching as he started pushing deeper into me, this was a new feeling for me and I couldn’t tell if I liked it. It burned as his head slowly slid further and further in. One more push and his head would be completely in me but I couldn’t say I was a virgin anymore. I didn’t want to lose it to this dirty old man.  “Hey! You said you’d behave!” I grabbed the arm he had wrapped around my torso and started to pry myself from his grasp. He made one last push to penetrate me but I used all of my strength to sit up and pull away. It felt like his head might’ve gone in all the way with that final push but I couldn’t really tell. My hole snapped back tight but it felt wet and sore. I felt slightly violated. I was on my knees as I moved to the other side of the couch, away from Papa’s grasp. I looked back and saw a trail of thick precum leading from my hole to the tip of his bright purple mushroom head. “Sorry, boy. I’m a bit tipsy from the shots and your hole just felt so warm and inviting. I couldn’t help myself. Let’s blame it on the whiskey.” Made sense to me, I was starting to feel the booze too and I knew that it could make you do weird things sometimes. I pulled my boxers back up to cover my exposed dick and ass.

 

Papa stood up and tucked his dick back into his underwear. He took a huge swig from the whiskey bottle and swallowed it down with ease. “Hey, there’s only a shot left in this bottle. How about we finish it off and head to the bedroom so you can look at my laptop, it's getting late and you’ve still got work to do, boy.” Before I could even answer, he had the bottle up to my lips and started tipping it into my mouth. I didn’t want to spill any of it on myself so I gulped it down. It seemed like way more than just a shot and my stomach churned a bit as the liquid burned my insides as it went down. “Good boy!” Papa got up and held his hand out so he could help me up. It was a bit of my struggle, my legs felt a little wobbly and it was difficult to keep my balance. I was drunker than I had realized.

 

“Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” I asked as I scanned the floor for my clothes. He grabbed my shoulders and led me forward. I stumbled with each step, not realizing how drunk I actually was. We walked towards his bedroom door. “No need boy… they’ll just get in the way.” We entered the dimly lit bedroom. The musky sex smell that I had become accustomed to was even stronger here. I really felt like I was in danger as soon as I stepped in, I was in the belly of the beast but the booze gave me a false sense of control. I thought to myself “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. Papa closed the door behind him and I heard the click of a lock. I was officially in Papa’s trap.

 

What a story-it reminds me of several of my older hook ups one in particular. He did the same to me invited me over to talk musicals(my passion) and plied me with drink cause he said I was nervous & there is no need. Next thing I'm naked on my back being fed his huge 10" dick and he never used lube just worked his fingers in & stretched me constantly advising me what a pretty ass I have & how he wanted to make it feel real good. I got loaded that time & went back for more-sadly my heart scare stopped play & whilst I'm in contact with him he has moved on & has others he 'plays' with. I still think of the massive loads though..... keep writing its getting so intreguing buddy

On 2/17/2025 at 6:00 AM, Slipitupme said:

We stayed like that for a few minutes until David's cock softened and my arse expelled it wetly.

He pushed himself off me, gave my bottom a friendly slap and said "Goin' for a shower, see yer later." Then he left.

"My turn." Said Simon. "Get on your knees and bend over."

I turned away from him, knelt and raised my bottom . He reached under me and felt my cock and balls.

"Hmm, " He said. "Gone soft have we? Turned you into a cumdump have we?"

It was true, my focus was on my hole which still throbbed from having been bred.

"Time for my cum." He breathed "I wonder whose baby you'll carry?"

He knelt up behind me, steadied my hips with his hands and then pushed his cock into me. I gasped as its head opened me up and then the shaft slid deliciously up me until he was deep inside. He began to fuck me as footsteps came down the stairs. I saw a small, tattooed man in his 60's grin at us as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He paused and watched me being fucked, stroking a heavy cock surrounded by a metal cock ring and with a glinting prince albert in its head.

I was gasping with pleasure as he produced some poppers and offered them to me. "Poppers matey?" He whispered.

I took a hit from the proferred bottle and sagged with lust as Simon screwed me. 

The other man watched and wanked himself as Simon pulled back to show his bare cock in me.

"Nice," said the old guy. "Bareback, eh?" I saw him make a positive sign with his fingers and raise his eyebrows and Simon said "Oh yes. Breeding him good."

The man touched Simon's cock where it entered me then raised my face and kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth.

He pulled back and whispered "Dirty bastard. Can I fuck you next? Give you some more dirty cum?"

I smiled and kissed him back., knowing it was too late now. My fun afternoon had turned serious and I was probably already pregnant. "Yes please" I said as Simon grunted like a pig and shuddered as he emptied his balls into me.

 

 

@slipitupme this is so sleezy yet deliciously like my sauna visits- I never complain when the oldies fuck me only give up and resign myself to their cock inside me. I would love to read of a buisness guy or a fit hottie giving up his body to tht old trolls. In real life fit handsome never lets an old troll have them-or so I've experienced but it would be hot if a nice young fella were to accidentally visit & come awsy with a poz baby xx

On 9/20/2024 at 8:37 AM, Slipitupme said:

Kevin's story

Kevin left the house with his wife's sarcastic comments about how useless he was still ringing in his ears.  Middle-aged, over weight with pronounced tits no baggy tee shirt could hide, he was cursed with a small cock which was the reason for her sarcasm.

He got in the van with relief and started up. There was a message on his phone from Eric his business partner in the small plumbing business they ran. Apparently, he was off sick with a bad case of flu and he could hardly get out of bed. He sounded really sick.

He said there was a job needed doing at a sauna in town. Kevin knew Eric liked to keep jobs there to himself, and was always going back to "make sure everything was ok."

This time, there was a leak in a bathroom so it couldn't wait and could Kevin take a look?  By the way, the message finished, keep an open mind and Eric was sure Kevin would enjoy the experience.

Kevin raised a curious eyebrow at what that could mean, shrugged, and started up the engine.  He scratched under his tits through the sweat stained tee shirt. "Oh well," he said to himself. "Get's me out the house and going somewhere new. Might be fun."

With that he put the van into gear and pulled out into the traffic....

...to be continued

this reminds me of my first sauna gang bang-lots & lots of guys around me taking it in turns to fuck my ass & send seed flooding my rectum -I could barely walk after-the only thing I go was a dose of gono unfortunately but a poz baby would've been nice given how many & how much cum my hole was subjected too that day. I live in hope. Keep up the good work @Slipitupme your writing is so amazing!!

On 12/4/2023 at 5:31 PM, chunkychains said:

A mid-life crisis can be a funny thing to watch happen, but it isn’t so amusing when you’re caught up at the pointy end of it.  That was my lot in life.  Three days before my 40th birthday, my partner of twelve years tells me he doesn’t love me anymore, and has been fucking the neighbours’ 19 year old son since I started going back to the office after the worst of the pandemic was over.  Talk about a gut punch.

Anyway, I did what you have to do in that situation, and started re-building my dumpster fire of a life from scratch.  The house went on the market and sold pretty quickly, and while Alan took his share of the money off with his twink to a rented flat in Hackney, I opted to move down to the river in the East End where I bought a small but perfectly fine new-build apartment.  The shredding of our mutual friendship network eventually settled down, and life went on.

I was not, however, at all interested in getting back out there to find a new Mr Right.  The betrayal had cut me deep, and I intended to enjoy myself for a while before deciding what was next.  I had kept myself in excellent shape, managing so far to avoid the onset of any hint of a dad bod, and I threw myself into an even more rigorous regimen in the gym and running by the Thames so that I would maintain some appeal to the men on the apps, in the clubs and wherever I was out hunting for some cock.

I had never been much of a top.  Although I’m reasonably hung and am perfectly capable of giving someone a good pounding, I’m wired up to want to be the one on all fours getting filled.  I think I’m pretty good at it actually, although being back on the market had re-opened my eyes to how the same cannot be said of all the guys who call themselves tops.  As much as he was a lying, cheating little shit, Alan had been a very competent fucker and had kept me satisfied for over a decade.  It was rather deflating to think that I had not been able to do the same for him.

The first few hookups had involved condoms, but after so long not using them while I was with Alan, I found it to be yet another disappointment in the sex department.  Having a few too many vodkas one night and ending up being barebacked in the club toilets pretty much brought my brief return to safe sex to an end, and while nursing a hangover the next day I resolved to get myself on PrEP.  But you know what it’s like when you have a to-do list that includes a dozen tasks relating to a place you’ve just moved into…

There was something else nagging at me.  During the lull in my sex life right after being dumped, I had descended into a bit of a reliance on porn as a means of escape.  Once I did start to hook up with men again, I was nearly always left feeling a bit flat because what I had really wanted was to experience what I imagined the bottoms in my favourite scenes had been.  I had assumed that would pass as I got more used to putting myself out there, but if anything the problem got worse.

A solution presented itself one day when I was hit up by a guy online who was looking for a hookup, either solo or with his partner.  He said they were both versatile, but happy to be exclusively tops if that’s what I was looking for in a session.  Nothing particularly unusual there, but what got my interest was the suggestion that rather than either one of us hosting, I could come to a warehouse they owned where they played sometimes.  Given both he and his partner were black and muscled, I realised that the opportunity was there to recreate one of my all-time favourite scenes where Marco Paris is blindfolded and taken raw by Kam Run and Chase Coxxx in some kind of industrial setting.  I decided to bite the bullet and let him know that this was something I’d be into, and he just replied with the smile and thumbs-up emojis.

Sure enough, a couple of days later on a Friday afternoon he messaged me again to suggest meeting that night, and gave me the address of the warehouse.  He let me know how to get in before they arrived, so that I could truly live out the scene and not see either of them.  Fuck, this was actually going to happen.  I hurriedly cancelled my evening plans and found a way to get out of work early, and then made my way home to get showered and douched.  I decided to open myself up a bit with a dildo, and then inserted some more lube and a plug to keep my hole ready for them.  I then set out in an Uber to the address they had given me, and once there I found my way in the darkness around the side of the building where there was indeed a locked-looking door that was actually able to be pushed open.

Inside things looked a bit different to the scene, with dusty boxes everywhere and various other things under tarps, but the industrial feel of it still got me going.  Over in the corner I could see a mattress on the floor with a black sheet on it, and was also pleased to see a heater nearby given it was bit chilly.  I made my way over there and then stripped out of my clothes and removed the plug, tossing them all to the side.  I then pulled the roll of duct tape out of my jacket pocket, tore off a decent length of it, and carefully looped it round my head to recreate the blindfold Marco Paris had worn in the scene.  I then set back and waited.

After only a few minutes, I heard the door open and the guys entering.  I stayed in position while I listened to them undressing, and then felt a hand on my head immediately before a cock touched my lips.  I opened wide and it slid in, tasting divine but also feeling both thick and long.  I felt the presence of someone to the other side of me, so reached up with my hand until I made contact with a thigh which I then followed up to another, thinner penis.  I gently grasped that cock began to wank it as I sucked on the other one.  I then switched so I could taste the second one, using my other hand to begin wanking the slicked-up first one that I had just been swallowing.  I then went back and forth between the two.

Eventually the second guy pulled his cock away from me, and I felt him running his hand down my back to my arse.  I shuffled my position to enable me to get onto all fours, still sucking on the first guy while I made my rear end more accessible to the second.  As soon as I had done, he began to push a finger into me, followed by a second.  It was so hot that I barely reacted when I felt him curve his fingers inside me a bit, but I jolted when his nails made contact with my inner walls.  It was kind of a turn on though, despite the scratchy burn, and I just pushed my arse out more towards him as he continued to do that. He then withdrew, and I felt him shifting position behind me and the tip of his cock starting to press against my hole.

I instinctively pushed back while relaxing my hole, and he steadily slid the entire length inside me.  I moaned around the cock in my mouth, and continued to do so as the guy behind me started to slide back and forth.  His hands gripped my buttocks, and he got into a steady rhythm.  It felt fucking amazing, particularly as my mind was flooded with images of the porn scene we were recreating.  Finally, some sex that properly got me going.

I was spit-roasted for a good long time, before the man behind me showed the unmistakable signs of reaching a climax.  Sure enough, he took one final plunge into me and then held in place, yelling as he unloaded into me.  I did my best to shout “breed me” around the cock in my mouth, so utterly turned on by what was happening that I never gave a moment’s thought to the fact that their status was not on the app profile and we had never discussed it.

Once my fucker had calmed down and finished spurting, he pulled out and they swapped positions.  In the porn scene it had become a twosome at this point, but in this real life encounter I found the cummy cock that had just been up my arse being pushed into my mouth.  As I hungrily wrapped my lips around it, the other guy was pushing his finger into me and once again I felt it curl up a bit followed my more scratching of my innards.  I moaned around the cock, at this time noticing for the first time that there was a metallic taste to it.  However, before I could give that any thought, the finger inside of me was pulled out and immediately replaced by the thick cock I had been loving in my mouth just a few minutes before.  I moaned even louder as I was stretched open, and almost could not believe how far up inside me it went before I felt the guy’s body and pubes press against me.  He then immediately began to pound me, rocking me forward and back on the cock in my mouth.  This was heaven.

This second fuck was a bit more frenetic than the first, and I was almost seeing stars in the blackness the blindfold had created.  I lurched back and forth, only getting a respite when my fucker slowed a little while his partner turned around and, I’m guessing, got on all fours in front of me.  My face made contact with his buttcheeks, and as I took the hint and started to reach out with my tongue for his hole, the pace of the fucking re-intensified.  I gave my first fucker the best rimjob I could while enduring such a shafting.

All good things come to an end, and my fucker eventually went over the edge and blew his load in me.  I encouraged him on by yelling obscenities into the hole of the first guy, feeling the dick in me flex and spurt.  When his orgasm had subsided he slid out of me, at the same time as his partner pulled forward away from my face.  I slumped down on my front with my legs splayed, panting from the exertion of taking such a hard fuck.  I then felt a finger pushing into me, and this time was not surprised when there was a bit of scratching.  This was clearly their thing.

The finger was removed, and I was about to reach up and see about removing the blindfold.  However, a body climbed on the mattress behind me, and I knew which one of them it was as I felt the thinner of the two cocks poking at my hole.  I relaxed and it slid inside in one go, before he began to pump himself up and down.  This time his partner didn’t join in, perhaps needing a while to recover after cumming in me, so I just lay there pushing my arse back at the invading cock while moaning and groaning in pleasure.  In time, a third load was added to my hole, and of course a finger went back inside me once the cock was removed.

I lay there wondering what was next, before I felt myself being gently pulled up by my armpits.  I took the hint and got myself stood up, before being walked off the mattress and over the concrete floor a few steps.  It was pretty disorientating, but I kind of liked how vulnerable I had made myself to these two guys.  He indicated for me to stop, and then told me to bend forward.  I did so slowly until I felt my arms make contact with something that felt like a barrel, at which point I used them to support myself while I adjusted my legs to get them open and my arse out.  No sooner had I done that than the thick cock was pushing back into me, setting up yet another hard pounding.  I clung onto the barrel for dear life as he fucked my brains out for a second time, my head this time filling with some hazy images of a similar scene in the same porn flick as the scene I had come to recreate.  I loved that these guys had done their homework.

He lasted quite a bit longer this time, and I loved every minute of it.  His cock was huge, and was hitting spots in me that no-one ever had reached before.  I just gave in and allowed myself to moan, groan and yell my way through it, making sure he knew how fucking good it was.  I could have stayed there for hours, but he once again got to a climax and I was filled with my fourth load of the night.  I slumped over the barrel when he pulled out of me, feeling the cum run down my balls as my gaping hole emptied.

“You want more?” one of them asked me.

“Yes” I panted, now totally lost to the fucklust.

“Cool” he replied, “but we need to rest for a bit.  Why don’t you come sit down over here until we’re ready to fuck you again.”

I wearily stood up straight and cautiously turned around, before feeling a hand on my arm encouraging me to walk in a certain direction.  My toes touched the mattress, and I stood up onto it before sitting down.  I then heard the sound of a lighter firing up a couple of times, followed by the smell of smoke.

“You want a cigarette?” the other guy asked.

“Yes please” I said, despite having quit in my late twenties when I met Alan, a non-smoker.  One was slid into my lips and lit, and then I took a deep inhale.  The rush was intense, but I also loved it.  I exhaled, then shuffled myself forward a bit until I felt like there was enough mattress behind me to lie down on my back.  Reaching out occasionally to tap off ash on the concrete floor, I happily lay there and smoked my first cigarette in over a decade while my arse throbbed in a mix of pain and pleasure.

A short while later a second cigarette was popped into my lips and lit, followed immediately by my legs being lifted into the air and onto a set of shoulders.  A finger was pushed into my hole, and this time I winced as it scratched me a bit before being removed.  The thinner cock was then pushing into me, and soon enough I was being fucked for a fifth time while I puffed on the cigarette between my lips.  Oh yes, this was going to be a thing I did more often from now on.

When I had finished that cigarette and the stub end of it had been taken out of my hand, the cock in me was removed and my legs lowered.  I didn’t think he had blown in me, so I assumed a change in position was happening.  I was right, as I was pulled up and eventually put into a kneeling position with my legs open. They encouraged me to raise up a bit as one of them slid under me, and then I was lowered to take in the thinner cock that had just been fucking me.  I propelled myself up and down a few times on the erect penis, and then a hand on my back pushed me forwards.  I knew what was coming, and gritted my teeth and did my best to push out as the thicker cock pressed at my hole and then began to slide inside.  It seemed to take forever and I could not help but yell out repeatedly, but eventually both of them were inside me side-by-side.

They let me get used to it for a moment, with a bottle of poppers presented at my nose that I gratefully huffed on, and then the movement started.  The guy behind me did most of the work, vigorously pushing in and out of me in a way that caused me to also move up and down his partner’s cock too.  I felt fuller than I ever have in my life, and who knows what sort of noises were coming out of my mouth while I took my first ever double-fuck.  With the blindfold on and the intensity of the sex, I almost seemed to drift out of my body, imagining from any number of porn films I had jerked off to what this must look like.  It all got too much for me, and I involuntarily and hands-free reached orgasm, presumably covering the guy lying on the mattress with my cum.  They didn’t let up though, and I was starting to think I was going to cum again when they both finally went over the edge together and filled my innards.

After remaining in a panting heap for a bit, they gradually disentangled us and I slumped over on my back beside the other guy.  A cigarette went between my lips again, and in a semi-conscious state I lay there and smoked all of it.

“I think we’re fucked out mate” said one of them a bit breathlessly, after we had rested for a while.  “But I reckon you’re not yet.”

“Never” I replied.  “Need more.”

“Thought so” he laughed.  “Well, you just lie there while we see what we can do.”

I had no idea what that meant, but was too fucked-out to care. I just lay there while they did whatever they were doing, presumably sending messages on their phones or something, only stirring at one point to ask if they had any water.  A bottle was put into my hand that I took a few sips from, before I decided to turn over onto my front. While doing so my hand made contact with a packet of cigarettes that had a lighter inside, and with a bit of trial and error I managed to get one lit despite not being able to see a damn thing.

Eventually one of the guys re-joined me on the mattress, and I felt the now familiar poking of a finger into my hole. I opened my legs wide to give full access, and just lay there as he wiggled and occasionally scratched around inside me.  It’s obvious now what was happening, but in my haze I just passed it off as a kink or something. To be honest, my hole had become so insatiable that I was just pleased to have something inside it.

It turns out that they weren’t completely fucked out, as the guy with the thinner cock pushed back inside me eventually and slowly humped me while I lay prone on the mattress.  It was pretty gentle and lacking in energy, so I knew it was probably more about keeping me going than him needing to cum again.  He kept at it for a while, and then I heard the door to the warehouse opening and the shuffle and clomp of more guys coming in.  There were definitely at least two of them, maybe more, and from the sounds of it they were all soon undressed.

My fucker withdrew, and then unknown hands pulled me up onto all fours.  Something was pushed into me that felt very unfamiliar, but I now know was probably a toothbrush or something.  I winced and yelped a bit as it was thrust around inside me, before it was unceremoniously pulled out and replaced with a cock.  Only this also felt unfamiliar in a way, as there was something else there that I concluded must be a Prince Albert.  Man did it feel weird at first, but once its wearer began thrusting in and out the sensations on my prostate were incredible!

My moans and groans were soon stifled by a cock going into my mouth, which also had a really thick gauge PA on it.  Swirling that giant piece of metal around in my mouth was yet another new sensation, but soon I had to contend with it going down my throat which really tested me on the gag reflex.  The guy seemed unconcerned though, and thrust himself forward towards me so that I pretty much had no choice but to choke and moan around his pierced dick while the other one sped up his epic pounding at the other end.

They swapped places after a while, and then again a while after that…  I actually lost track of who was in each end given how similar their cocks and piercings were, but I suppose that as I couldn’t actually see either of them it didn’t really matter.  Eventually the one in my arse blew his load in me with a roar, after which the other one took over and very quickly spilled his seed in me too.  After he pulled out I collapsed onto my front, but was very quickly turned over and my legs parted to allow another man to push into me and start a rapid fucking that very quickly resulted in yet another breeding.

As soon as he withdrew, hands grasped round my wrists and ankles and I was hoisted into the air,  Being unable to see I did not know where I was going until I was briefly lifted even higher and dumped into what I knew must be a sling.  I guess the metallic bangs and clangs I had been vaguely aware of during the spit-roast must have been related to this being got out or set up.  Anyway, my arms and legs remained held in the air as the men worked to put some kind of leather cuffs on them, and when they let go I was properly held in position.

It was at this point that I felt some tugging at the duct tape, followed by the cold of a blade or some scissors at the side of my head.  Then, with no warning or care whatsoever, the whole thing was ripped off in one painful go, causing me to yelp out in agony.  I blinked at the influx of light into my eyes, and then I blearily looked around me at the five black men standing in front of me.  One of them looked familiar enough that he was presumably the one whose profile I had linked with on the app, and he was standing so close to another that I presumed that must be the partner.  They were both lean and muscled.  The other three were a different deal altogether, being tall and built like breeding bulls, all sporting huge gold chains with scorpion pendants.

That was my first clue, but my eyes finally adjusting properly gave me my second.  The breeding bulls were adorned with huge biohazard tattoos on their impressive pecs, and I then noticed smaller ones on the other two guys on their flat stomachs.  I could not remember if one had been visible on the app profile photo or not, but either way, the scratching of my hole now all made sense.

“Fuck” I said, to no-one in particular.

“That’s what we’re here to do” said one of the bulls, before he stepped up and jammed his pierced cock into my hole.  I yelped as I helplessly hung there, now knowing that the cock in me was toxic, the loads I had in me were all toxic, and this was nowhere near over.

“You know you want it” said the profile guy, watching me being mercilessly pounded.  “We could just tell that you wanted it.”

And I did. In that moment, all I needed was for these guys to continue to use me until they were spent.  Yes, the porn scene set-up had been a massive turn on, but as the PA ravaged my innards I had something of an epiphany.  This is what I had been missing.  This is what I needed.  It’s like this toxic cock was finally bringing me into the light, where I could see the person I truly was inside.  All those years of identifying as a bottom, when in fact I was so much more than that.  I was, and would continue to now be, a truly unadulterated cumdump.

“Yes” I wheezed out.  “I need it.”

The guy fucking me let out a demonic laugh, and then upped his pace even more until he growled and blew his load.  One of the other bulls stepped up and ploughed in.  When he had blown, the third followed.  Then the first again.  So it went on, with me dissolving into a profanity-filled fuckhaze, screaming at them to breed and poz me.  Despite the number of times they blew, the bulls only seemed to get more energetic and eventually all three of them were fucking constantly.  The partner guys now joining me as bottoms, bending over from each side of me so they could make out with each other, share sucking duties on my cock or puff on cigarettes (which they shared with me) while they were ploughed.

The first signs of daylight appearing at the windows up by the roof of the warehouse seemed to take the energy out of the room, and after each of them blew one more load into my hole, they uncuffed my wrists and let me down from the sling.  I was very shaky on my legs and had to lie down on the mattress for a bit, before eventually using a rag that one of them threw my way to wipe some of the cum off my balls and legs.  I inserted the plug I had worn at the start of the evening, noting that it only just stayed in now, and then got myself dressed.  By then they were all ready, and the bulls surprised me by each shaking my hand as they muttered a goodbye and left the building.  The partner guys then offered to drive me home, putting a different rag on the back seat for me to sit on for the ride so I wouldn’t mess up their car, something I noted they also did on their own seats.

“Make sure you let us know how it goes” said the profile guy, as his partner shut off the engine outside my building.  “We can always have another go.”

“Whenever you want” I said, smiling at him.  “Might see if there’s any other scenes I’d like to do.”

“I don’t think what we did tonight is in any porn I know of” his partner laughed.

“Then we’ll just have to make our own” I replied, smirking.

They both laughed, and then gave me a warm smile as I got out of the car.  I watched them drive off, and then headed into my building and up to my apartment, grateful that I had not had any neighbours in the lift with me.  I resisted the urge to collapse into bed straight away, taking the time to have a shower and clean myself up, but soon enough was passed out.

When I woke a few hours later, I could only think of one thing.  Normally it would have been coffee, but today it was porn.  I grabbed my phone and got a few of my favourite sites up on different browser windows, clicking into my Favourites on each so I could look over the scenes that tickled me the most.  However, my focus was on the interracial scenes, and I soon found what I was after.  Joseph Ox being used by four hung muscled black guys, including Kept Secret.  Man, the loads I had blown to that one.

I booted up the app, and messaged profile guy asking for a way to contact the bulls and also sending him a link to the video.  He replied a short while later with multiple ROFL emojis, but also providing me a name and number.  I hurriedly got in touch with whichever one of the bulls it was, and then hauled myself out of bed.  I dressed in a tracksuit and trainers, and then headed out the door to get a caffeine hit but also pick up some cigarettes.  Fuck Alan and his rules.  Today was going to be the first day of the rest of my life.

And so it is, that really just a few hours after the most epic night of my life, I’m naked on a bed in my apartment waiting for the bulls to arrive.  They’ve found a fourth somewhere so that the porn scene recreation can be vaguely accurate, and I know I will enjoy that immensely before they inevitably throw the ‘script’ out the window and focus on getting me pozzed.  Profile guy and his partner are so intrigued that they’re coming over to watch, and maybe join in.  They’ve hinted at possibly bringing some other people round later too.  All the supplies we could need are laid out, and I’ve got things started by giving myself a bit of a brushing.

This one is going to be epic…

I think this is what's missing in my life, the reality is that I prefer bareback & if I get pozzed it will free me to have unrestricted sex and become the cumdump I think I really am. The story just brought about this revelation & if black guys want to do it then ok ill let them well done for writing this-just wished there were further chapters

On 4/30/2025 at 11:17 AM, Slipitupme said:

Lunchtime. I have an hour before I need to be back at my desk. The others go off to the canteen, but I head to my car, heart pumping.

10 minutes later, I park in the dirty side street on the outskirts of town and check out the old, brick toilet opposite, screened by a scrawny hedge.

I lock the car and head across the road, slipping behind the hedge and out of sight. My heart is really pumping now.

It is cool and dingy inside the victorian era toilet as the windows are thick with dust. It smells of damp and piss, and rarely gets cleaned.

I have about 40 minutes left.

As I hoped, there are a couple of men inside standing at the urinal playing with each other. Old, fat, with sagging bellies and whispy grey hair.

They pause, then recognise me and relax.

I step up. Maybe 35 minutes left before I have to be back at work.

No time for niceties or even a "hi, how are you?"

I fumble in my pocket and produce a tube of lub. Unfasten my belt and slip trousers and underwear down. They watch and wank as I squeeze a dollop of lube on my arsehole then bend over and offer them my bare bottom.

30 minutes to go.

They don't need encouragement. One of them drops trousers and y-front, exposing a hairy belly and drooling cock. He waddles over, gets behind me and slides up me.

I gasp, hands on knees as he slides deliciously in and out. Maybe 25 minutes to go. "cum if you want!" I hiss.

He grunts, speeds up then pushes hard into me, and I feel his cock throb as he cums.

He pulls out and drags 

 

slipitupme your doing great fella, just what I used to do at the old toilet block near me. I didn't care who the guy was a teen an old troll a builder or more even had a threesome while guys watched. Used to go late at night after my drama club & my parents were expectjng this 18 yr old back told them I hsd a cancelled train & had to walk. Got in alk dripping with cum & a bit guilty I had fun but what a thrill. I hope ykur story keeps getting hotter I'm loving the memories.

3 hours ago, phillygwm said:

A long time ago, I read an article that opined that most people have a natural "ick factor" with people they grew up with.  Maybe it's just one of those things that's been conditioned over tens of thousands of years to reduce inbreeding.  But obviously, incest has always been a thing with some people. 

I've always fantasized about being with two brothers or maybe a father and son, as long as son was legal and dad wasn't too old.  I always thought, if I had a brother, he would have been a natural playmate, at least while we were hormonal teens.  But how would it have played out in reality?  I dunno...

I do enjoy twin porn, though most of the time they're not interacting with each other.

As a young 19 yr old i went to a gay sauna after an older friend recommended it to me- he said with my pretty ass i would get well fucked. I went and there was a guy in his late 30's and a younger guy who were very interested in me which i was flattered by, long story cut short they were i had sex with both 3 some. Afterward i heard the young fella say "im just getting a shower dad" i questioned the older guy & he admitted yes they were father & son. It turbed me on & i asked to see them again which i did several times until one of them gave me an std- i hadnt been with many guys but they were a regular pair several days in a row. I still think i wished i had cleared it up & continued seeing them but heard the dad took his lad to live in south of france what a great time though....

On 3/20/2025 at 12:38 AM, stnscubb said:

Chapter 6: Origin's Story

Father John cums in Paul's ass, screaming like a wild beast. I watch him, petrified, as I see his ass cheeks contract as he injects all his poisonous cum into my boyfriend's ass. This lasts for more than a few minutes, the cum is so much that the ass can't contain it all, so it starts to drip out. Pink drops of cum mixed with blood come out. My Paul's blood. He's passed out in the meantime. After Father John finishes unloading inside my boyfriend, he pulls out his huge cock, still dripping. He's all sweaty, his hands are covered in blood from digging his nails into Paul's ass, whose hole is torn, swollen. I'm sitting on the floor, unable to speak, or move. Father John takes a shirt of mine from the closet and dries himself.
"Your shirt smells good. Your boyfriend smells good too...do you want to smell it?"

He brings his big cock closer to my face. The smell of cum and blood is nauseating, yet I can't move.

"Tell him to come to church, as soon as he wakes up. He's part of the community now."

Father John looks out the window, and sees Luka, who runs to hide.
The priest smiles.

"I see you've made a new friend too. Be careful hanging out with certain people!"

Father John gets dressed and leaves, satisfied and arrogant.
Luka waits a few minutes and then comes in to help me. We try to wake Paul, but nothing happens. He's exhausted. Luka says to let him rest. In his sleep, Paul still moans a few more, and moves his butt, as if he's still carcasses Father John's cock. I put a blanket on him and we leave the room.

"What the fuck happened?" I ask Luka.

"I'm sorry, there was nothing we could do anymore. This is not a normal town, Mark. It is said that a couole of centuries ago, the priest of the time sacrificed the souls of the community to a demon, to have power and eternal life. To achieve this, he began to feed on the men of the village, brainwashing them, and promising them the same things, that if they had sex with him, he could pass on this power to them. In reality, he became stronger and stronger, feeding on their lives. In the meantime, the pact made with the demon begins to corrupt faster both his soul and his body, so he begins to fuck more and more and harder with all the men of the village, to stay alive. They have orgies, rituals where all kinds of perversions happen. The thirst for power and life mixes with lust. The men begin to fuck each other every day. They leave their wives to dedicate themselves only to this. Meanwhile, their bodies begin to rot. They need to fuck to take lifeblood from the other, but a once they are all cursed, they only decay faster. Soon even the priest has no pure one to feed on, and he becomes a sort of living corpse: the demon does not let him die, but he is no longer alive. Since then, his brothers took care of him, locked him in their monastery, and sent another priest to the city, to bring order. But since then, the poison spread by the demon continues to make new victims.
For this reason, only the priest in charge is allowed to suck the life from the faithful. No one else can have sex, or they would die faster.

Paul has been cursed. Father John will use him, sucking his soul out little by little, until he has nothing left.

Father John is the priest who replaced the first one, over two hundred years ago."

"This is all absurd! But how can we stop Father John?"

"It is impossible, he is immortal. The only solution would be to find the first priest and burn his body. Only then could we break the curse."

"How do we find him?"

"We have to investigate. Father John will surely want to throw a party for Paul's conversion. He will invite all the faithful to take turns abusing him. Just once, so as not to finish him off right away. We could infiltrate and investigate. They will all be dressed as friars, our faces will be covered."

"Why are you helping me? And why does Father John hate you?"

"I told you. I don't go to church anymore. Father John...He converted me and all the males in my family. Among them, my twin brother. During the post-conversion party, Father John fucked him for days without ever letting go. He took all his life energy, and at the end of my brother there were only bones left. He liked it a lot. I'm afraid Paul might end up the same way, he can't control himself with those he really likes."

In the meantime, Paul wakes up and comes out of the bedroom still naked. Walking like a zombie towards the exit. They are calling him. They are calling their new brother to donate his body to them.

Luka and I follow him discreetly, in the dark of the night.

Im loving this story dude, i think Luk should make eye contact with the priest at pauls orgy & get involved against his will even loose his life as the priest goes too far. It allows the boys to escape & run from the city never to return. Obs the continue to be poz but live a longer  life than most. I do tink pauls partner needs to get seeded maybe Luka should get close & maje him poz so he wont be detected by the others. Anyway you write it will be great reaing for us all xxx

On 11/3/2024 at 8:43 AM, FFun2BB said:

@Jaygusher BUT THIS IS WHY WE LOVE YOUR STORIES ... 

you describe the perfect , delicious , deprived setting with real men , real desire and what we all crave ... in a world where most guys on apps ghost anyone above 30+ .... let them be ... 

I love your stories as they are HOT - and I bet all the other fans of yours agree with me, that we never want you to change that setting - and we cannot wait to hear more from you!!!

I agree with your comment on the apps, fed up using them & getting rejected just because I'm not young & fit but I still have a gorgeous ass to deposit a load or two into. I also agree @jaygusher is the best at this type of story as hard to write as it is without getting too desensatised to this type of sex. Keep up the great work @jaygusher xx

loving this, its so satisfying knowing he will get those daddy cocks pounding his tight ass that night-poz loading begin.....

On 4/14/2025 at 6:51 PM, chunkychains said:

Part 5: A New Life

With the truth loudly declared, and after only a couple of minutes of fucking me, Tyke slammed in and unloaded in my hole. My head, meanwhile, went into overdrive.

“You’re poz?!” I squealed, all while his dick throbbed inside me.

“Yes, we are toxic” said Giftig, suddenly giving my nipple a squeeze.

At that point my brain basically shut down. I didn’t panic, I didn’t resist, I didn’t hopelessly try to escape. I just shut down. It was like I was outside my body now looking on, as Tyke withdrew and Giftig took his position. I just lay there as the older man’s thicker cock stretched me wider, and I said or did nothing as he fucked me roughly until he too unloaded what I now knew to be toxic cum into me. I remained there, just existed there, unable to really react as Tyke then stepped back up for a second round having already regained an erection. I just lay there as they left the room for a while, coming back eventually smelling of cigarettes and carrying some drinks. I was on some kind autopilot as Tyke gave me a few sips of water from a bottle, followed by Giftig sliding into me for his second pozzing of my hole of the evening.

After that fuck, they released me from the sling and helped me stand up. Tyke handed me the bottle of water to drink from, and then Giftig gave me a glass of rum. Tyke draped a dressing gown over my shoulders, they both put one on themselves, and then they walked me back out into the living area and out on the balcony. Tyke lit up two cigarettes again and handed me one, and then they just looked at me as I smoked.

“Why?” I eventually asked, speaking softly.

They both hesitated, with even Giftig looking uncharacteristically unsure, before Tyke started talking and laid it all out for me. It turned out they had recognised me at the festival, having seen me at the front of the crowd in Panarica gawping at them on many previous occasions, and it just so happened that I was exactly what they were looking for. Tyke, it transpired, was feeling increasingly unhappy being solely a bottom in their relationship, and while they were happy to play with others to deal with this, he realised that what he actually wanted was a partner he could top. They had settled on the idea of bringing a third into their relationship, but had both wanted to be the ones to ‘make’ that guy. They had talked about me, realising long before I did that I wanted them, and Tyke had rather taken a liking to how I looked. They weren’t sure I was the one, obviously, but Tyke in particular had connected well with me at the cottage and decided I was worth pursuing. Where they might have suggested I go and get some PEP immediately after the festival if there had not been that connection, they knew they wanted me to be their new boy. What, it turned out, they were planning to offer me was that I move in with them. I could have the smaller guest room as my own, but I would be sleeping with one or both of them most of the time. I would keep working to have my own money, but would not have to pay rent or anything as I was there as the third member of a throuple in a wealthy household where no more income was needed. Furthermore, they would help get me started in the DJ world, if I wanted to move away from doing manual labour to something that was  clearly a passion of mine. In short, they wanted me to be with them, and they wanted to make my dreams come true.

It was all a lot to take in, and a long silence followed after Tyke finished. They did not feel the need to say anything more, and just kept me supplied with cigarettes and rum as I slumped into one of the balcony sofas and thought about what was happening to me. Obviously the alcohol loosened me up, but the clincher came when Tyke eventually moved to sit right next to me and put his arm round me. I leaned over and rested my head against his neck, and immediately began to realise that I did actually want this. I wanted to be theirs. Not because of the DJ opportunities, the fancy apartment, the chains or any of that. I wanted to be with Tyke. I wanted to get to know Giftig more now that I had seen glimpses of his softer side. I wanted this.

“Yes” I said, rather quietly.

“Yes?” Tyke whispered.

“Yes” I said again, a little louder.

“That is good” said Giftig, leaning over and gently rubbing my thigh.

“I’m scared” I said.

“Don’t be” said Tyke, squeezing me gently. “We will look after you.”

I shifted my position to be able to turn my head to look up at him, and then pushed forward to plant my lips on his. He kissed me back deeply, before I pulled away and sat up properly, turning to face Giftig. He shuffled forward and off his chair so that he was kneeling in front of me, and I leaned forward and our lips met. He reached around and put his hand on the back of my head to pull me in for a deep kiss, his natural dominance being evident. As we kissed, Tyke shuffled forward next to me so he could put his other arm on Giftig’s shoulder, and then as we pulled back from the kiss he leaned in himself and took over the kissing of his boyfriend. Then he turned and kissed me again, before leaning back and looking between us with a smile on his face.

“I’m getting cold” he said. “How about we go back inside and warm up?”

He was not, of course, talking about just going and sitting indoors. Mere minutes later I was strapped to a padded bench in the playroom getting spitroasted, and then later on I was back in the sling but without my wrists held in place this time so I could lean forward and touch their tattooed torsos or rub my own dick after freeing it from the jockstrap. Then, after a shower together in their huge en suite, we went to bed to sleep. I nodded off with my face close to Tyke’s and Giftig’s thick cock lodged inside me, and in the early hours I was woken up to him beginning to fuck me again. After he had blown another poz load in me, Tyke had me turn and lie on my front so he could slide in and gently fuck - or perhaps even make love - to me while Giftig gently stroked my head. More sleep followed, and then late morning we were back in the shower for a sensual chain-fuck under the hot water. Tyke cooked us an amazing brunch after that, and we talked about what was to come, both in terms of me moving in as well as my eventual but inevitable conversion. They put my mind at ease on that front, so that I focused my rising panic on the process of talking to my mum.

I won’t bore you with the details of the next week, nor the conversations with both of my uncles as they were called upon by my mum to try, as they saw it, to talk some sense into me. Things were definitely strained with my family when I eventually loaded my stuff into Giftig’s SUV and left home, but I figured they would get used to my various bombshells eventually. I did not, of course, talk at all about my looming conversion, and decided I probably never would. I wanted them to know I was gay, but they did not need to know about the HIV when it eventually became part of me.

I had only been living with the guys for a couple of days when I started to feel like shit. They nursed me through the flu, and then when I was mostly better Tyke took me to a clinic to confirm the result. However, what surprised me a little was his encouragement to get the prescriptions and treatment regime I needed, and on the way back he told me that he and Giftig were going to go back on meds too.

“I’m not saying we’ll not occasionally want to go back to sharing with others who want it from us” he said, “but I want us to be happy and healthy together for a while so we can figure all this out.”

Life settled down, with me continuing to do the landscaping thing by day, while learning more from Tyke and even occasionally Giftig on how to DJ properly by night. Through them I eventually got a regular gig in a club in Watford, choosing the name DJ Tamulus after a type of pale scorpion I found online. After a few months there I managed to get a gig as an occasional stand-in at a venue in Camden, where I was so well-received by the crowd that the owners took me on full-time to replace one of their regulars when she decided to move to Ibiza. That started to bring in enough that I was able to quit landscaping, and the extra time I had really gave me the boost I needed to properly focus on getting better as a DJ. Tyke said I was a natural, and I soon started getting properly noticed now that was at a more respected venue. It wasn’t long before Giftig managed to get Panarica interested, and barely a year after my trip to the festival, I was rostered on as the newest of the house DJs there. My style seemed to fit perfectly as the warm-up for Giftig and Tyke, so our lives got very convenient thereafter.

That brings me to today, as I lie here writing this from a trailer at the old airfield where my life changed just two years ago. I have already done my first set at the festival, and am just waiting for G&T (as I call them) to finish with theirs. We’ll have an hour or so before I’m due back on stage, so I’m here on my front with a buttplug inserted so that they can just have at me when they get back. I love my life. I love my tattoos. I love my chains. I love my job. I love Giftig. I particularly love Tyke. And, I have realised, I love that I carry a bit of both of them in me wherever I go. They set me free, they gave me everything, and I could not be happier. But I best go, as I can hear their set has ended which means I am about to be the hog in an adrenaline-fuelled spit roast. Bring it on…

THE END

wonderful story full of colour highs & lows as he gets converted. I loved it!! wish there were more like this to read & get off with!!

On 1/6/2025 at 7:51 AM, Jaygusher said:

Part 7

 

Making our way down to the lower level, there was no light in the stairwell. I could barely see where I was going but uncle held me by the wrist, so I fallowed his guidance. The bottom floor was dimly lit with red lights, just bright enough to see the layout and make out the faces of strangers as they passed by. The walls were either exposed brick or poured concrete. It had evidence of being really old with various expansions over the decades, but it all looked run down and in disrepair. Luckily there wasn’t any debris on the floor. The floor all around seemed slightly cushy, like it was made of the same black material yoga mats were made of. Uncle Chester gave me a partial tour of the area. He showed me an elaborate maze of hallways and storage rooms that men used as hook up spaces. Large areas where heavy machinery used to be but now had rubber furniture for lounging around other set pieces that I couldn’t identify. In all honesty the whole area looked like a horror movie bathhouse set.

 

But what mainly caught my attention were all the bodies. There must have been dozens of men wandering around. From 40s to 70s maybe even 80s. All older men with various bodies. Fat skinny, some muscular. Most of them wore little to nothing. A lot of them engaging in casual conversation and some of them engaging in sex acts. 

 

While walking around the place, my ass was still sore from the rough treatment earlier. There were body fluids soaking my ass, I assume a mixture of pre and sweat. I looked at uncles semi hard cock. He managed to get that thing in me multiple times today. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the feeling of a huge cock in me. But he’s my uncle, and he has a disease I can contract if we’re not careful. Uncle Chester noticed me staring.

 

“Getting distracted my boy?” He grinned and grabbed his dick, playing with it.

“There are plenty cocks around here, or do you want something closer to home?”

 

“No Chester I was just thinking… there are a lot of people down here, is it often like this?”

 

“Some nights it’s slower. It depends on the day. I know a lot of the regulars.” He looked around as if to find someone in particular.

“Ah, there he is! Hey Clarence!” Uncle directed my attention to a short old man with a pot belly. He was sitting on a rubber bench talking to a couple other men.

 

“Hello Chester. You have a new play thing?” Clarence asked with a slightly effeminate raspy voice.

 

“He’s new in town and I was showing him around. Are you hard?”

 

“Always for you.” Clarence stood up and showed off his 7 inch cock. His balls shaved like the rest of his body. He was really short, probably around 5’2

 

“Hey Will, watch this. Clarence has a neat trick. Go on Clarence, do the thing.”

 

Clarence put his hands on his hips and had a focused look on his face, then let out a grunt.

 

“Ugh!” His cock started bouncing up and down a few times “Ooof”and then a jet of cum shot out, splattering on the floor in front of us.

 

“How did…” I was beginning to ask.

 

“Clarence can cum on command. He doesn’t need to be fully hard for it but it shoots more when erect.” Uncle smiled, proud of Clarence’s performance.

 

“It’s a gift. And my balls are always brewing more so I don’t need to wait to reload. It’s handy for when guys want a quick protien snack. Does your boy wanna load?” 

 

“How about it Will? Want to swallow one of Clarence’s instant poz loads?”

 

“Poz loads?” I asked

 

“Yeah Clarence has a high viral load. Good for knocking up bottom sluts.”

 

“No thanks. I’m still new to all of this.” I tried to sound polite but really Clarence scared me. A dick that can shoot poz cum at any time. I wasn’t willing to play with that kind of hazard.

 

“Oh well. We still have much to see. We’ll see you around Clarence.” As uncle Chester and I walked off I ended up stepping through Clarence’s cum on the floor. It covered my foot and I almost lost balance. I leaned against the rubber bench to look at the mess sticking between my toes. It was thick and sticky.

 

“You’ll be finding plenty of that lying around. Its the nature of the place.” Uncle Chester sat on the bench and grabbed my cum covered foot. He immediately started running his tongue from my heel all the way up to my toes, the thick goo squeegeed into his mouth. I had to keep my balance standing on one foot while he was licking me, I reached over and stabilized myself on the armrest. While I was grateful for the cleaning, it felt very strange to have my foot licked. It was sensitive to the touch of his tongue and it was sending electrical signals up my leg and to my dick. Chester moved on to sucking my toes and being very thorough.

 

I felt a hand on my back. I looked over and Clarence, the short portly man was feeling me up. With my foot in Chester’s mouth I couldn’t really move away. Clarence was right behind me rubbing my hips with his hands, moving closer. With one leg up, being held by my uncle, my ass was spread already. Clarence still had a hard on, and I felt it rub up and down my crack. It was fairly easy for his tip to kiss my hole. He leaned forward, bringing his mouth next to my ear, and I could feel his head push against me.

 

“Chester loves the taste of my cum. I think the mouth between your legs should also have a taste of it.” Clearance whispered as his hips jutted forward, and my already loosened ass swallowed his length to the base. Oh God! This isn’t good. I wanted him out of me, but my uncle had a firm grip on my ankle. His eyes were closed and he was entirely focused on my foot. I’m pretty sure all the cum was gone and at this point, he was just enjoying it for the sake of his own fetish. 

 

Clearance was slowly thrusting in and out of me, moaning, as the head of his cock popped out of my ring and then popped back in. I looked around to see what I could do. Some of the other men were looking at us, some carrying on with their conversations. Nobody seemed phased to by the kinky display that was happening in the room. Across the room I saw Clyde, the bear that rubbed his foot in my stomach while I was on my uncles lap. We locked eyes and he clearly liked what he saw. Clarence’s slow thrusting stopped. His cock still halfway in. I thought he was going to pull it out, but he put his hands on his hips and arched his pelvis forward, planting his cock deep with his balls firmly pinned against my taint.

 

Based on what I saw him do earlier, I knew exactly what was about to happen. My heart was starting to beat fast as Clarence seemed to be concentrating. I tried tapping on uncle Chester’s shoulder to get his attention in hopes that he would stop sucking my toes. Then I heard clearance let out a grunt.

 

“Ugh!” the deep recesses of my ass felt his cock bounce a few times and then uncle Chester finally let go of my foot “Ooof…”

 

I fell forward onto the bench and Clarence’s cock slid out of me. His cum stream shot off and glazed my back. The last of it sprayed my ass, and it slid down the contours of my cheeks and settled on top of my abused hole. Chester looked surprised.

 

“My my. I hadn’t even realized the two view were getting along so well. Did you shoot him up with a nice big load Clarence?“

 

Clarence was now straddling me playing with my butt cheeks and spreading them apart. I tried clenching my ass tight to prevent his cum from draining into me.

 

“No. Butterfingers over here slipped and fell. So he got it all on his back.“ He was slapping his cock against the cum that was piled on my pucker. “But he did get a fair amount pooling right here.” Clarence leaned forward and put his hands on the bench next to my shoulders “let’s see if we can push some of that in shall we?“ He positioned his hips and started pressing his cock against my hole again. I felt myself opening up and the beginnings of his thick fluid starting to seep into me almost as if my asshole was involuntarily trying to suck in the pool of cum building up on it.

 

I freaked out a little and pried myself out from beneath the man and stood up with haste. The ribbons of cum on my back all ran down and seeped between my ass crack. I was dripping on the floor. I must have looked like a cheap slut from, a raunchy porn. God I hope I didn’t get any inside me. Uncle noticed I was starting to lose it a little. He got up and put a hand on my shoulder.

 

“Well Clarence, we’re going to check out the rest of the place. It’s always a pleasure to watch you fire your loads.”

 

Uncle Chester was guiding me by the arm, continuing our tour of the area.

 

“Let’s get you into a room. I’ll need to clean up all of that mess you’ve gathered on you.”

 

He lead me into a room that looked to be about the size of a broom closet with a bench and a crude waterproof cushion. He partially closed the door behind us, leaving it cracked open.

 

“Okay Will, get on the bed with your ass up. Let your dear old uncle clean you up.”

 

Before I even had time to interject, he positioned me on the bench almost forcefully. He got on the bench with me and pulled my assless pants off and spread my legs. He grabbed my hips and positioned me, so my ass was pointed up at him. 

 

“I don’t see any towels here, uncle.”

 

“Oh sweet boy, we don’t need towels.” And with that uncle Chester started licking the cum off of my back. Running his tongue all over, gulping up the loads that were sticking to me. His mouth worked its way down to my ass, and I was now getting rimmed by him. I couldn’t deny how amazing it felt. He was apparently a very expert ass eater. Eating up all the cum sticking between my cheeks and massaging my ring with his tongue. The treatment felt great and it put me more at ease, allowing me to calm down from the dangerous encounters from the other strange men in the place. 

 

He was making out with my asshole, sucking on it and jamming his tongue in deeper. Despite my uncles incestuous behavior, if we just stayed in here together and did this, I would be more okay with this rather than being at the mercy of the predators outside.

 

It probably felt like we were there for 15 or 20 minutes with his face buried between my cheeks. Periodically i noticed there were some guys who peeked into the room to see what was going on. They looked as if window shopping then moved on. I was losing track of time and just enjoying the service to my ass. Then he got up. It was then I noticed that at some point during the rimming, the nice Chester took his clothes off. We were both nude in the dim room.

 

“Woo, that was delicious. You have a divine ass young nephew.”

 

“Thanks uncle.” His emphasizing the word nephew made me a little uncomfortable, but I was starting to get more used to his tastes. And I honestly loved getting eaten out. 

 

He grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over on my back.

 

“OK, it’s time for you to return the favor.” He moved up and turned around. His knees pressing into the mat by my sides and his ankles resting on my shoulders with his feet next to my face. I was now staring up at my uncles ass. He grabbed his cheeks and spread them apart, and I was staring into his dark hole, as he brought it down on my mouth. I didn’t want to eat out his ass, but he used his feet to grip my face in place and grind his hips smearing his greasy hole on my lips.

 

“Now be a good boy for me and work that tongue up in there. It’s only fair that you get a taste of me. It’s important that you learn to love the taste of my ass.” He wasn’t dirty, but he was definitely sweaty and musky. I was having a difficult time adjusting to my uncles ass press up against my mouth. I struggled a bit, I was trying to pull myself out from under him, but uncle let his weight pin me into place. He seemed a little upset over my unwillingness to reciprocate the rim job.

 

“Now if you’re going to misbehave, then I may have no choice but to punish you by forcing you to eat something else other than my ass. You’re in the prime position to receive a special load from me. I wasn’t planning on introducing you to that kind of kink yet. So you have a choice Will, either give me a lovely rimming, or else you’re gonna get a crash course in more extreme raunch.”

 

Oh God! He wasn’t really going to was he?  Out of fear I stuck out my tongue, and I started circling it across his hole, signaling to him that I was going to comply with his demand.

 

“Very good Will. Isn’t this much better when you do what I say?“ He relaxed his ass, enjoying my attempts at rimming him as best as he did to me.

 

“Mmm, saver that taste, dear boy. You’re going to be doing this a lot more from now on.“

 

I’d never eaten ass before. Uncle Chester’s was salty and warm. It was embarrassing to be in this degrading position but I didn’t have any other choice. I felt him play with my cock as I worked on his hole. His large saggy balls were resting on my neck. While I lapped up his ass, I contemplated my situation thus far. 

 

My uncle and I have done a lot of incestuous acts today. He’s a kinky man with seemingly endless fetishes. He’s a poz breeder and has tried to inseminate me multiple times. He told me he wouldn’t penetrate me anymore but I didn’t know how much I could trust him at this point. As risky as he liked to play I should be looking for ways out of my situation but I was starting to kinda like some of the stuff we were doing. So far he seemed to be enjoying his rimjob. Perhaps he’ll be satisfied with just this. 

 

Him working his hands on my cock felt good and I had to admit I was starting to like licking his ass. It might have been the location or his constant boundary pushing but I think I was starting to develop into a bit of a kinkster myself. 

 

I didn’t know how long it was but at some point uncle Chester got up off of me. I let out a gasp as I could take in fresh air and come back down to earth. 

 

“That was lovely Will. I’m glad to see you being open to new things. How’d you like the taste of my ass?”

 

“It was, nice. I hadn’t done that before.” 

 

“Well it won’t be the last. I expect you to eat me out every day, understand?”

 

“Really?! This one time was fine, but every day? That’s…”

 

“Tame, I know. But I’ll work you up to rimming me at least three times a day. A growing boy needs a balanced diet. In fact. Tomorrow morning before your breakfast, I’ll be up on the table dangling my ass above your plate and I’ll expect you to chow down on it before you have your eggs. Sound like fun?”

 

“Uh, I.” Is he for real? That’s wild. I didnt know what to say. 

 

“Perfect, it’s settled then. Now how about you take a breather here while I go find some ass. Since you won’t let me have yours I need to empty my balls in something.” 

 

Uncle Chester went to leave, in the door way he turned to me.

 

“You can stay in here or you can wander around and find a playmate. Oh and just so you know. If you see Clyde, feel free to play with him here all you like but don’t let him take you home with him. I’d like to keep you in one piece, he he.”

 

What did he mean by that? But before I could ask he disappeared into the dark winding hallway, leaving me alone. It was the first time in a while I had any time to myself and collect my thoughts.

 

Rationally i wanted to stay in the room until uncle had his fun, then we could go home. But I had a raging boner from all the kink play. I knew the place was filled with shady individuals but it’s not like I was absolutely innocent sexually. I thought perhaps I could have some fun with someone around here, preferably someone not a blood related. Or at least take it the sights. So I decided to leave the room and wander around.

 

I explored the basement bathhouse in the nude. The clothes I was wearing were covered in cum and I hate the feeling of something sticky rubbing between my skin and clothing. Since I had never been, the experience was all quite a lot to take in. The dimly lit corridors made it hard to identify the bodies moving together in the areas both semi private and public. I had to brush away a couple hands reaching for me. It was surprising how forward some of the men were. I think some of them slowly fallowed me around for a bit.

 

At one point I found my way to what looked like a steam room. It was darker in there and I could barely see, but it was warm and relaxing. I found a bench to sit on in the corner. i think i might have been sitting on water from the steam or some type of body fluid. I wasn’t alone there, there were at least a handful of other guys. A few of them were playing around. I could hear the periodic smacking sounds of mouths sucking on body parts. I minded my own business as I took in the steam. 

 

Before long someone sat next to me close. Our thighs touching. My eyes had adjusted a little to the dark and could make out what he looked like. A skinny old man with a sunken face, he had a couple strange dark blotches on his body, perhaps birthmarks. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. It was hard and about 7 or 8 inches. But as soon as he got my hand on it, I pulled away. I was trying to turn him down gently. He continued stroking his cock next to me, staring at me the whole time. At one point he reached behind me and was caressing my butt crack. He was giving a lifting motion as to tell me to show him my ass. 

 

He wasn’t getting the hint so I got up to leave. That’s when a chubby bear walked in. He was right in front of me and blocked my path. In the dark I could only see him vaguely. But he reached forward and caressed my chest. I was trying to move around when the older man got up and put his hands on my ass from behind. I was stuck between two strangers. 

 

The chubby bear was reaching for my dick and that made me move back. I backed up into the old man behind me and I felt him point his cock at my ass. He was trying to shove it in me. The bear in front was stroking my cock and getting me hard. I didn’t want what was happening. These guys creeped me out too much. 

 

The old guy behind me was pushing more aggressively. I could feel my self opening up and the strangers cock working it’s way in. I was already loosened up previously so he was having an easy time with it. He put a hand on my waist and a hand on my back for more leverage and pushed me, bending me over.  My ass spread as my head was level with the chubby bears waist. I could see his dick closely, it was thick, with a glistening pink head. The bear grabbed my face and positioning his dick to stick it in my mouth. Oh god no, I don’t want to suck that thing. As he aimed his cock towards my lips, the old man behind me rammed his hips forward. His cock head popped in me and sent a jolt through my ass. That made me gasp and the bear in front of me shoved his cock in my mouth. I was getting penetrated from both ends. 

 

The sickly old man behind me slid the rest of his length inside and proceeded to fuck me with a steady pace. With my mouth filled with bear cock, I couldn’t tell him to take it out. The two men then started a casual conversation while my ass was getting drilled and my mouth stuffed. 

 

“A few more spots on you the last time. Late stages now?” The bear asked the old man.

 

“Yeah, I’ll be going into hospice soon, figured I’d have some fun for old time sake.” The old man had a raspy monotone voice, like this was some uninteresting regular occurrence for him. I could feel the shape of his cock head rubbing up and down my insides with each thrust. 

 

“Luckily this guy was available. A shame something so young and cute is taking your cock raw.”

 

“I don’t really care. He can’t be too clean if he’s hanging around here.” 

 

“True. Oh yeah that reminds me.”

 

The bear stopped humping my face but kept his cock in my mouth. His hands pulled in the back of my head and buried my face into his pelvis firmly. His cock was thick but not lengthy so I wasn’t choking on it. As he held me still I became more aware of the sickly old man fucking me from behind. Each thrust I felt his boney hips. It was like he was a skeleton with a belly paunch. But the length was nice and felt good.

 

Then the bear holding my head on his dick tilted his head back and sighed. That’s when I could immediately taste it. A hot bitter tanginess filling my mouth. The bear was pissing! Again? I already too one piss load from Chester. How are there so many guys here into this? He was pissing in my mouth and pinning my head to him too tight to open my mouth to let it spill out. There were only two directions it could go. Into my lungs or into my stomach. So I swallowed as fast as I could trying to keep up with his flow.

 

“After this let’s get some dinner. I know a good place near by.” The bears cock continued to stream piss down my throat as he talked to his friend.

 

“Yeah I’ll be ready to go soon, just need to get rid of this load.”

 

“I’ll bet it’s like acid at this point.”

 

“Yeah… ugh… pretty much… oof.” 

 

“Are you shooting?” The bear asked while nonchalantly using me as a toilet.

 

“Not ye- wait ugh, yeah, here it is. Oof it’s coming…” the old man’s thrusting pace went from casual and steady to short and trembling jabs as he dug in deeper.

 

The line of dialogue made me realize the old man fucking me was very toxic and was just about to cum in me. I was terrified. That made me muster up enough will to get up and try to dislodge myself from him. The bears cock slid out of my mouth and piss trailed down my chin. I pulled my ass so only the sickly old man’s head was left inside and that’s when I heard him make a weak grunt.

 

“Ugh!” His cock started to twitch as I kept pulling my ass away. 

 

“Not yet!”The bear grabbed my head and yanked it down again on his still pissing cock, forcing me to drink the rest of him. That made my ass slide back on the old man hard. The tip of his cock dove deep and I felt it painfully stab at my insides. The old man grabbed my hips and I felt his finger tips dig into my skin with a hard grip. The flow of piss from the bear in my mouth was slowing down.

 

 “Ooof” the old man tensed his frail body as his wrinkled ass cheeks clenched in sync with his cock spasms which I felt deep in my ass. His cock head bobbing up and down, rubbing on the entrance to my colon.

 

“Aaaahhh….”

 

“Ahhhhh….”

 

“……Ah…. That’s good…” The bear let go of my head as his piss came to a stop. His fingers loosened their grip just enough for me to yank my ass away. I shimmed myself out from the two and hurried out of the steam room. 

 

Shit that was way too close. I got off him in time right? I don’t know. But I don’t want to go back into that steam room. 

 

I quickly walked through the place and found myself in a slightly more secluded area. There were individual stalls in a discreet part of the room. I sat in one and closed the door. My heart was beating fast and my head was spinning. I couldn’t believe how fast I was violated by those two. And my stomach felt full. Full of… piss. Damn I thought I was going to drown in it. And there was so much of it. But strangely It was actually quite manageable to swallow after the first time with uncle. I wasn’t developing a piss fetish was I? Nah I think at the very least it’s something can do without much struggle. I’ll just sit here and calm down, then head back to the room.

 

As I sat there for a moment, I heard someone walking by. They entered the stall next to mine and closed the door. I tried to be quiet. Hopefully they didn’t notice me there. But they did know someone was here. The wall dividing the stalls had a hole and a large cock came through it. Oh shit this is a glory hole booth. 

 

What was I supposed to do? Do I just leave? I opened the door quietly and peered out into the room. Just down the hall I saw a familiar large man turn a corner and walk in this general direction. I closed the door to the stall and hid, but the cock poking through the hole was still twitching at me. Clyde wandered over to the other stall next to me and entered.

 

I didn’t want to cause a scene or make myself seem available so I turned towards the big dick poking through and grabbed it. Damn, I’m really gonna suck a random dudes dick in this place? Well I was open to having some fun and maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The stall was kinda cramped so I turned to face the dick. My ass pressed up against the other wall. I opened my mouth and took in the mystery cock. It was salty and musky. It tasted amazing and felt hot and firm in my mouth. I was actually enjoying myself for once.

 

The man on the other side sighed in approval. He rocked his hips toward me and worked his cock in my mouth. There was plenty of length to go over. I had some experience sucking cock but this was a lot of meat for me. I took my time with it. Savoring it. The tip was gushing pre. It was slimy and had a strong savory flavor. Fuck this cock was a dream come true.

 

“Ah yeah that’s a good slut. Work daddies cock.”

 

I knew that voice. Shit, uncle Chester?! Oh god I was sucking Chester’s cock! I was going to pull back but then I felt something warm poke my ass. Then I realized my ass was pressed up against the adjacent glory hole. Clyde was trying to dig his cock into my ass. He gave a thrust and I felt his fat cock slam up in my hole, causing me to lurch forward. Chester’s cock going down my throat hard.

 

“Fuck yeah, deep throat that monster. That’s going to make me cum fast.” Uncle was loving it. I was freaking out. I didn’t know what Clyde had since he was a playmate of Chester’s. The assisted deep throat action was getting uncle harder. 

 

I pulled myself off of Chester’s cock. And slipped to the ground. Clyde’s cock sliding out from my ass. 

 

Clyde in the other stall got out and entered the stall with me. The large man towering over me, His dick pointing at my face and motioning to get it in my mouth. I stood up and wanted to leave but he pinned me to the wall. He grabbed my balls and sucked on one of my nipples. I couldn’t move or my nuts would hurt.

 

That’s when I felt another poke against my ass. I was pressed up against the wall to uncle’s booth. My ass was against the glory hole and Chester was trying to stick his cock in me. I heard him mutter on the other side

“You want it in there? Dirty fucker. It’s your funeral.” Then jammed his cock in me. I was scared. I was getting fucked by uncle Chester and pinned by Clyde. Clyde was playing with my body as Chester fucked me raw. Since my ass was penetrated so many times it didn’t hurt to have him dive in all at once. It was actually feeling good. I couldn’t deny that a large cock up my ass was a great feeling. 

 

Clyde put both hands on my face and said “Drink my cum.” Then forced my head down, bending me over. I was now face to face with his cock, with Chester getting more enthusiastic by the second.

 

It was thick and shimmering with a lot of pre cum. I could see his hand stroking the base and he let out a grunt. His tip slid in past my lips as he came ribbons. My mouth was flooding with his load, some of it I swallowed, and some of it flew all over my face. It got everywhere.

 

Since he was no longer pinning me I got up, withdrew Chester’s cock from my ass and left the stall. I sped walked through the place. I felt ashamed wearing cum globbed all over me. Others I passed by clearly could see me painted white. I eventually found the shower and immediately found the farthest one. I started cleaning myself off. The cum was thick and sticky. I was glad the showers had body wash available at least. 

 

While I was showering off someone else had entered the showers nearby. Naturally it would be unlikely to find any time to myself. I was minding my own business but the man walked closer to me. He was a middle aged dark man with balding black hair and a grey beard. Probably from India. He had a hairy bush but his cock was long and darker then the rest of his body and a red cock head. He played with it next to me while we showered. Getting it hard. He said something that I couldn’t understand. 

 

I tried ignoring him but he only got closer. I noticed he was fully hard now. Probably 7 inches uncut. He muttered something else and all I could do was just stand there not understanding what he was saying. I guess since he didn’t get a reply he went behind me and grabbed my ass. He was rough with my cheeks as he spread them. As if he was angry for some reason. He pointed his cock at my ass and started sticking it in.

 

“Hey there Will. Found a playmate have you?”

 

It was uncle Chester. He was watching the Indian man forcing himself on me.

 

“Chester this isn’t…” that’s when the man thrust his cock into me. He jammed all 7 inches in one go. I felt my guts getting pushed in.

 

“Ow fuck!” It didn’t hurt much, it was just shocking due to the abruptness but the man immediately fucked at a desperate and rushed pace.

 

“Doesn’t look like you’re having much fun there.” Chester noticed. As the man was thrusting, Chester came over and tried to pry us apart. The man got frustrated and eventually gave up and slipped out of me. Chester shooed him away and he went off looking for something else to finish of in.

 

“Thanks Chester. I wasn’t sure how to stop that guy. He was very persistent.” I was leaning against the shower wall while Chester was behind me holding my ass cheeks.

 

“You need to learn how to turn men down. Your poor rectum here got a beating from that meat stick. Does it hurt?”

 

“Yeah it’s pretty sore.” The guy didn’t seem interested in easing his way in.

 

“Let me take a look. Bend over and spread your legs.”

 

I bent over and stood with my feet shoulder length apart. Chester spread my ass apart to inspect my hole.

 

“Doesn’t look like he tore you up, that’s good.” He circled a finger around my hole. “You should be more careful, there are plenty of men here that would love to take advantage of a handsome young man like you.”

 

“I’ve noticed.” 

 

Uncle Chester got up and hugged me from behind. His dick swung up between my legs, resting beneath my balls. 

 

“Are you having fun here?”

 

“Uh sure. It alright. When were we going to leave?”

 

“In a bit I still want to breed some ass.” He gave a grind of his hips into me. “I had a nice warm ass earlier but the fucker ran off before I could finish.”

 

“How about I wait in the room while you have your fun? I’ve seen enough of this place already.”

 

“Alright. Let’s get you back.” 

 

We left the showers and made our way back to the room where our clothes were. Chester sat in the bed while crouched down to pick up my stuff off the floor. I was going to get dressed but uncle Chester put a foot on my had and lowered the clothes.

 

“Stay nude. I enjoy seeing your body. You’re so handsome and fit.” 

 

“Okay, thanks uncle.” His foot traced up my arm and made it was up to my chin. I could smell it. It was a little cheesy. He circled his big toe around my lips.

 

“Do you like my feet Will?”

 

“Yeah.” I didn’t want to be rude and say no, but I wasn’t sure if I really didn’t like them.

 

“Do you want to be your uncles foot boy?”

 

I didn’t answer. Chester was rubbing both feet all over my face. They were large and and warm. And unlike the rest of him, his feet were plump and juicy. Deep down the treatment was exciting me. I was breathing heavily. The face rubbing stopped and his toes centered on my mouth. He stuck a big toe in. Resting it on my tongue

 

“If you want to become my dirty little foot slave then let me know by sucking on that.”

 

Be his foot slave? I’m his nephew, I can’t be a fetish slave for him. But something about being in this position was turning me on. I kinda wanted to suck his toes but that would mean agreeing to let him take things further. 

 

I didn’t know what to do. But I loved the taste of his toe in my mouth. My hands were making their way up and caressing his foot. My lips closed around his toe and his expression changed to a cocky sinister smile.

 

“Hope I’m not interrupting.”

 

I took uncles foot out of my mouth and we both looked over to see Arther standing in the doorway. His veiny dick half flaccid and dangling between his legs.

 

“Oh no. You’re fine. I was just about to head out and breed.” Uncle Chester got up off the bed and walked out the door.

 

“You just relax, Will. I won’t be gone long. Probably.” With that he wandered off, leaving me alone with Arther standing in the doorway way.

 

“So, you like serving your uncles feet, do you, ya dirty boy.”  Arther teased. 

 

Having someone call out the shameless kink that uncle and I were doing made me feel very embarrassed. It’s not something that I would want to become common knowledge amongst social circles around here. I couldn’t even deny it. He did walk in on me about to suck on uncle‘s toes. 

 

I did like it, but this time was different. Uncle wanted me to agree to become his foot slave by sucking on his toe as a confirmation. Was I really going to do it? Sure, the kink was getting the better of me, but that didn’t mean I wanted to offer myself up like that. Did I? 

 

“I take it you’re new to all this? You definitely have had that deer in the headlights disposition the entire time you’ve been here.”

 

“Yeah I’ve only been in town for a couple days.”

 

“And he’s already made you his boy toy? You must be either kinky as hell or submissive as hell.”

 

He was hard now. And stepping towards me. His cock was resting under my chin as his hands rubbed my hair.

 

“I like submissive boys.” 

 

He was now rubbing his cock all over my face. The bulging veins looked uncomfortable. Everything about his cock seemed aggressive. He stopped at my mouth and used his thumb to force my mouth open and slide his cock in.

 

“Now suck me.”

found this picture & it reminds me of the sub lad- that cheeky smile & body do wonders for my jack off sessions

6 hours ago, Uncut300 said:

Chapter 3 - Matt

Matt unpacked their suit cases into the dresser and closet Amanda showed him before she got in the shower. He had showered right before the flight, the plane had air conditioning, and they really didn’t rush or anything so he didn’t feel as though he need to shower. He didn’t get the whole airplane dirty thing. He felt pretty clean.

Amanda had tried to get him to join her in the shower for some “fun” (aka him eating her out, she never like sucking him and only fucked in the bed with condoms) but he told her he didn’t feel comfortable doing that with the dads just downstairs. She tried to blow off his concerns, but he held firm. 

After he finished unpacking, he changed into his board shorts and got the towels and sun block ready to go to the pool when Amanda finished in the shower.

Amanda came out of the shower as he was looking out the window down to the pool. and he heard her start laughing loudly. “Oh my god babe you have a huge hole in the butt of those shorts!”

”What!!” He swung his head around trying to see what she meant and sure enough the mesh of his shorts were showing and you could see his crack. “How am I going to go swim now?!?! I will have to go to the store before I can swim!”

Amanda stopped laughing and picked up her phone, “Don’t be silly, you can wear one of Papa Z’s suits. Aside from the 3 or so inches in height, and  your blond hair and Norwegian white skin, you are pretty similar.” She stopped typing and looked up at him “What waist size do you wear?” 

“Like 29’ or 30’ for most swim suits, but I not sure I should. Won’t he be put out sharing?”

Amanda had typed a response as he was talking, “Great you are the same waist size. It’s no problem. He has tons of suits. He is brining you one up now.” 

Just as he was about to answer there was a knock on the door and Z walked in a tight Speedo looking suit holding an equally skinny suit in his hand. “Hey I was just changing when you texted. Here are the shorts.” He said as he handed to Matt.

Matt could not believe his eyes! This hot man was standing before him basically naked. Tall, broad shoulders, dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes with that killer smile. The perfect caramel skin tight over his muscles. He had a killer chest, arms, and eight pack abs. He was cut as fuck.

Matt then noticed what looked like a red and black stinger just peaking out of top of his speedos right under his belly button and just above his bulge. He only noticed because it stood out as Z didn’t have any other ink.
 

But the biggest shock was Z’s bulge. It was the most impressive bulge Matt could remember seeing, and that was with the restriction speedos had. He had seen his team mates and other guys in locker rooms. He knew not all black guys were hung but he could tell Z was.

For the first time in a long. Time, maybe ever it made him horny. Hornier than he had been in a long time. Luckily he had a towel in front of his crotch. 

“Thanks for the suit. I don’t know how mine ripped” he squeaked out as he took the suit. 

“It’s no problem. Mandy let’s go down and get in the pool while he changes. Grab your towel and sunscreen on the bed there.” Z said as he turned to walk out of the room. 

“Ok dad, coming” she kissed Matt on the cheek and grabbed her stuff following behind Z. 

Matt had to sit down on the bed for a minute and will his rock hard cock down. He was packing a pretty big dick, around 7.5-8 in, which he knew was bigger than most. But damn Z must have so much more than him. He only ever meet a few guys that appeared to give him a run in the cock size area, judging from the few hard cocks he’d seen and the soft ones from the locker rooms. 

After a few minutes of him picturing his grandmother, he was able to switch out of his board shorts to the speedos. It fit pretty good, but he could tell the pouch had been stretched due to the monster normally in it, or maybe that was just what his brain was telling him. 

He grabbed his towel and walked out of Amanda’s room toward the stairs. He topped dead in his tracks as Thomas came up the stairs, naked, his big flaccid dick swing as he went up the last few steps. He had a great body as well. Tan, tall, well defined, not as cut as Z but pretty cut, broad shoulders, and big arm muscles.

He had a few tattoos across his body, including one below his belly button like Z that he could now tell was a scorpion.

“Oh damn son, I am sorry. I thought I heard you guys go out to the pool. I was changing when I realized I’d left my favorite suit in the laundry down stairs” he held up a speedo, “and decided to grab it and bring up before I got in the shower.”

”Umm it’s no problem sir. Z and Amanda went down before me. My shorts ripped and I needed to change to the suit Z let me borrow. I should get out of your way and go down to the pool.”

He went to move around Thomas, his dick hard tenting his speedo as much you can in those tight things. It was almost painful. 

“Oh you are not in my way. By the way did you shower before cramming your self in that suit” Thomas asked with a sparkle in his eye. 

“Mmm no sir, I didn’t think I needed too. I haven’t gotten sweaty today.” Matt replied. He was trying hard not to stare at the big dick on display, that seemed to be getting bigger. 

“Stop the sir crap. It’s Thomas or dad. Now you can’t go in the pool without showering. Follow me and you can get a fresh pair of shorts and take a quick rinse off in our shower.”

Matt almost wanted to object, but the stern look he was getting from Thomas he knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. So he stepped back to allow Thomas to pass. “ Lead the way, dad.” He replied. 

It was a big master bedroom, well decorated. He could hear music from the pool. But they moved quick through the room to the bathroom. That and he was distracted by hot ass that he was following. It was fat but he could tell it was from muscle. It looked better than most female asses he had seen. 

“Ok, strip and jump in the shower. Let me go get another of Z’s suit from the closet for you.” 

Thomas walked away before Matt could answer. His mind was spinning as he removed his suit. How was he letting this happen. He had a 75% hard on, that would go full wood once he took off his suit, because of his girlfriend’s hot gay dad! 

Matt figured Thomas was just being a normal guy and he was reading more into it. I mean after all public pools require you to shower first. So his mind (and dick) were overreacting. This could be so embarrassing popping wood in front of your gf’s dad.

He took down his shorts and his dick bounced out and grew to full mast quickly. He got into the shower and made sure to angle himself where his rock hard dick couldn’t be seen when Thomas came back with his new suit.

As the warm water rain over him, he was hornier than he had been in forever. He didn’t know why but since he’d seen Thomas’s dick his mouth had been watering. He wanted so badly to know what it tasted like. He had no clue why he was feeling this way. He only ever felt this way about one other guy and that was years ago. And even then it wasn’t as strong a pull to want to taste his dick.

He was so in his thoughts he was startled when he heard the deep voice in his ear, “Don’t jump, I am going to soap your back up” 

He stood still as he felt a loofa run over his shoulders. He was frozen in shock. Thomas was humming the song that had been playing from the pool when they came into the room a minute ago.

“You have such a nice bubble butt son!” Thomas said and then looked over Matt’s shoulder, “and Daddy Z was right you have a nice big dick. Not as big as my 9.5 inch or Zs 10 but definitely a nice hog.”

As Thomas said the last words Matt felt his big warm fat dick run against his lower back. Thomas being a few inches taller made it hit right above Matt’s butt crack. The warmth and weight against his but checks as Thomas moved his hands up and down his back with the loofa and soap made Matt super hard. His horniness was back with a vengeance.  

Just then Matt felt a big strong hand wrapped around his 8 inch dick and start to stroke it. Thomas also started kissing his neck. He felt Thomas squat a little to adjust his cock to where it was laying in his crack.

Thomas started to fuck his crack, his dick head hitting Matt’s hole every so many strokes. Matt had never been fucked but he loved the feel of that big fat cock in his crack as Thomas’s expert hand jerked him off. 

Just when he didn’t think it could get any hotter, Thomas pulled his head around and kissed him in the lips, deepening it to a French kiss. Again, Matt had never kissed a man, but the strength in the kiss and the strong mouth just seemed right. It made him even harder. His balls were begging to really churn. 

Between the water,  soap, and  Thomas’s precum, Matt’s hole popped open just enough for the big fat head of Thomas’s dick to slide in.

The feel of that entry made Matt hurt, but in a good way he couldn’t describe if he tried. And it made him nut immediately. He came more and harder than he thought he ever had before in his life. He moaned into Thomas’s mouth as he came.

”We are never wrong about a boy! Such a hot little fucker to make ours this week!” Thomas said as he removed his dick head and turned Matt toward him. “Get on your knees boy! Dad’s going to cum on your face boy! 

Matt wasn’t sure why he didn’t object, but something deep in him told him to obey Daddy T. He went to his knees and looked up at the big fat cock in front of him. 

Thomas jerked his meat hard while telling Matt what a good boy he was. “Close your eyes boy daddy’s about to cum. This is the first of many loads you will be getting this week boy!” 

Matt closed his eyes and felt his softening dick jump at the idea of more loads form Daddy T. Then he felt the warm cum hit his face and chest and he shot his second load without touching his dick. He had never had sex feel this good. Ever! 

“Ok boy, stand up and shower off. Can’t go down to Mandy with my jizz on your face” 

At mention of his gf Matt began to freak “Oh my god what have I done?? What will she think? She doesn’t know I am bi. And I let her dad fuck me” he felt the panic ratcheting up. 

“Calm down son. First, she won’t find out. We will only play with you when she is occupied. That’s why Z told her you decided to shower before you came down after I spilled a drink on you when you were coming around the kitchen corner. We planned this out the minute we heard about the hole in your suit. Well Z did, he bet me you were cock hound that wouldn’t be able to resist my dick if you saw it.” Thomas said with a gleam in his eye. 

“But I only ever messed around. Never fucked. I don’t know why I am so attracted to you both. It’s never happened before to me.” Matt whispered as he felt the panic start to recede.

Thomas grabbed his shoulder, instantly calming him more “You are what we call a natural born bottom slut. We will tell you more later but just believe daddy T when I say you were meant to please us. And, just to be clear we were just messing around. You only got the head of my dick in that ass. Tonight you will get all 9.5 inches in your boy pussy! Now, dry off and get dressed and go down to the pool. I am going to dry and dress and get the drinks to bring out behind you.” 

Before Matt could respond, Daddy T guided him from the shower, now clean of cum, and to the bedroom room and they both dressed. 

Daddy T kissed him deeply and slapped him in the ass “Get down to the pool boy! Mandy is normally self centered and oblivious but don’t stare to hard or flirt to much while she is around. Now go on!” 

Matt waked down out of the room and down the stairs. He was in a fog and he didn’t know how he got to where he was. But he knew he wanted to feel Daddy T and Daddy Z stretch his hole! 

As he came out to the pool deck Amanda called him over and he joined her in the pool as she started to take about plans for the week. He didn’t really pay attention but acted as he did. 

Daddy Z was on the pool deck behind Amanda where she couldn’t see him. He was in a lounger sun tanning with his eyes covered by sunglasses. Matt couldn’t see his eyes and thought he maybe asleep.

Daddy T came out with a tray of drinks and brought them to the table by Daddy Z. He leaned over and whispered in his ear and then kissed his cheek as he pulled the top of Z’s suit down showing Matt the big fat brown snake in his suit for a few seconds before letting the suit snap back in place.

Daddy T then picked up two drinks to bring toward the pool for us.

As Amanda turned and swam the short distance to meet Daddy T with her drink, (who blocked her from seeing Z). Matt looked behind Thomas to see Z  adjusting his bulge as he gave a sneaky smile at Matt. 

Matt knew at that moment he’d do anything for either man! And he would very soon! 

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! More to come soon. 

I don't think I could resist these two dads-they sound just perfect to poz Matts Ass-Great writing dude ik loving where the story is taking us.

3 hours ago, Tiboer said:

My friend always had a crush on his gay uncle.  Although they both lived in the same city and saw each other a few times, they didn’t run in the same gay circles, mainly because there was a 20 year age difference.

I would fuck around with the uncle and knew he had a thing for his nephew too but wouldn’t dare make a move.

My friend asked that I set up a gangbang with him as the blindfolded slut bottom.  Guess who I invited.  His uncle was the last of about 10 guys.  It was amazing to watch them—with my friend having no idea who was fucking him so well.

After cumming in his nephew’s hole, the uncle left.  I’ve never told my friend who it was although he often asks who the last guy who fucked so well was.

that could make a great story if fully told.

On 6/9/2024 at 3:12 PM, barefuck09 said:

when I read this, I remember my knocking up.. done by a good friend...

 

tell-please tell xx

this deserves a follow on @caliboy236 please write us another chapter dude. Its soo good I've a load waiting to get out just for these to twink bottoms .

On 9/15/2021 at 7:47 PM, Scorpion said:

Thanks canail for being so prudent. 
I think I started with the password protection, because I did not know, how the website provider would cope with 
pozzing stories, including stealth or rape. My stories have always this wicked approach and we see it already on BZ, 
that not everything is possible anymore - even if it is embedded a fictional story.

I remember people messaging me on BZ, saying they loved my stories on one day and then accusing me of putting
the wrong ideas into the heads of the guys reading my story lines on another day.
Accusing me of encouraging this bad behavior.
"I don't want to put any ideas into your head boy.... I would rather put something else into you" But those guys
were so afraid.... Pathetic little cock craving sluts.

Where were we.... ah yes.... my page.... well, I started a third chapter on 'Just another wasted youth', but never 
published it, not even on my own site. I said it before and say it again... it was such a great time, writing about the
things I enjoy in real life and put it together in stories, that might have happened that way or were changed, because
of my twisted mind - but I am not writing at the moment. Well I do sometimes, but only for my own entertainment. 
The voting and comment section rocked on BZ and it was a kick, to see other guys enjoy the stuff I created.
Without the feedback it is only half the fun (actually less) but that's okay. 

I like the idea, that new readers come to my stories and think... 'wow... nice... oh... too bad it was not finished', instead of:
'damn... that's crap!'

Who knows, maybe I will continue writing one day, but the last year was really a bad one.... we all suffered from the 
situation all over the world. But I lost my little brother also, who died with only 44.

I guess, this changed everything for me....

But of course people can contact me via msg for the link to my page and the pw.... no problem.

S.

Hi Scorpion,

Wow I do love this twisted fuck story-reminds me of getting into a group thing & not being fully aware that they were determined to load me up. Please can you pm me a link to your site I would love to read more of these twisted real written stories xx cheers dude