nicktheslut

If you want to know the lead-up to the moment in this story, follow the link below. I spent the next week thinking about Scout’s dad fucking his wife’s arse, and at football training, I kind of hoped his dad would visit and give me an opportunity to ask him more about it. Scout was still his distant self, so I told myself the best option was to keep treating him the same as the rest of the team. A few weeks had passed, no Scout’s dad and no fucking except for jerking off in the showers. Life was beginning to feel a little mundane. An old mate of mine from my pro football days hit me up, and we decided to go out and have a bloody good time. We kicked things off with a few lines of Coke to get the night rolling, then chilled on the deck with a smoke, beers in hand, before hitting the town’s bars. As midnight neared, we were hopping from pub to pub, deep into the night and feeling more raucous with each drink. We finally found a spot in the CBD to hang back and gather ourselves. My mate started telling me about his thatched roof back home—his wife had just found out he'd been seeing other girls behind her back. I shared a bit of my own past with my ex. He wasn’t exactly surprised; he used to be part of the footy crew that loved a party and a bit of trouble. He even reckoned he saw me eating her out after we all gangbanged her—that time’s stuck with him. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if he might’ve been the one who leaked those pics. We made our way to Collingwood. I think we grabbed an Uber. By this stage, I was fucked up. I drank and sniffed so much coke that time became a bit of a blur. I recall queuing up with my mate, trying to compose myself. My mate was in the same state. Music is pumping in the club, and I’m wondering where the fuck I was? ‘Oi, I know you lot. Used to play for the Rabbitohs, right?’ someone in the line said. ‘Used to, mate,’ my friend muttered. ‘Just so you know, this is a gay club,’ the random bloke added. ‘Fuck me!’ My mate and I burst into laughter. ‘Where the hell have you taken me?’ I asked him. He just laughed. ‘I dunno, mate. No idea how we even ended up here,’ he replied. We reached the front of the line, and the bouncer stopped us. He knew full well that we were too intoxicated, and after the comment from the random in the line, he refused us entry. I reckon because he was concerned we might cause a scene or start a fight if something were to happen. If someone were to try to make a pass at us. ‘I think it is time we call it.’ My mate said as we stood by the side of the road. He waved a taxi down. It pulled up and hopped in the back seat. ‘I’m gonna walk home, mate. I need to sober up.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ And the taxi left. I wandered the streets, having no idea where I was or where I was going. I needed a drink. Water. Something. I walked into a convenience store and walked up to the counter. ‘Where’s the fridge, mate?’ ‘Huh?’ the bloke behind the counter grunted, scratching his head. ‘Just a bottle of water, Ta. Thought I’d grab one while I’m here.’ ‘You’re in a bloody sex shop. We’re selling dildos, not bottles of water.’ I pulled my head in and looked around. I noticed a wall full of porn movies, cabinets full of dildos and all kinds of other sex toys. I had no idea how to describe or could never have envisioned how they would work. There were a couple of mannequins dressed in jockstraps and leather harnesses, which I initially thought were people and a door near the back with pink, purple, blue, and orange strips hanging in the front, waving about in the air, blowing out from behind them. ‘I need to sit down for a moment. Can I just sit?’ ‘Yeah. Out the back.’ The guys smirked. I brushed past the colourful strips into a dark and dim hallway. There was a faint beat to the low-level music. As I drew further in, the sound was soon drowned out by moaning and humping. The air had a dense, stale smell. Almost like cigarettes and a dirty men’s bathroom, but slightly different. Slightly mixed with the smell of sex. I entered a room lit only by a large screen at the far end and sat down. I must have dozed off. I slowly came to. Woken by a strange feeling on my cock. I opened my eyelids to find a man around my age sucking on my hard cock. ‘Fuck!’ I pushed him off my cock ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ ‘Wow. Sorry mate. I thought you were enjoying it. Seemed like it. You are rock hard.’ He was right. My cock was hard. But shit. I was out of it. I didn’t realise I was even getting a blow job. And from a guy from that matter. ‘Dude. I’m not gay.’ The guy sat next to me. He seemed a little puzzled, then pointed to the screen. ‘You realise you are in a gay cruise club.’ I looked at the screen to find two masculine blokes fucking. One guy with swimsuit tan lines on his arse bent over with another muscular guy fucking him from behind. ‘Jesus! How’d I get here?’ ‘Beats me, mate. But you are here.’ Every inch of my mind was telling me to get up and leave. But for some reason, I keep looking at the screen. Watching… Admiring the good-looking guys fucking. They reminded me of the lads from the football team I coach. I moved my hand to my cock and began to massage it. For a moment, I forgot the guy sitting next to me, then he caught my eye when he pulled out some glass pipe and a lighter. I turned to watch him heat the bulb at the end and smoke from it. He noticed I was watching. ‘Want to try some?’ He said as he exhaled a white cloud from his mouth. ‘What is it?’ ‘Think of it as a pick-me-up.’ ‘What? Like cocaine?’ ‘Even better. It will get you super horny.’ I figured, why the hell not? I had been partying all night, and I was already feeling a little horny from watching what was happening on the screen. I figured it might help me relax and not be so nervous about what I was watching. I grabbed the pipe, followed the guy's lead, heated the bulb at the end, and smoked. ‘Keep breathing in. Don’t stop.’ I didn’t. It was a rush of adrenaline that hit me from head to toe. I slowly exhaled and repeated the action. ‘There you go.’ I felt an instant need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I wasn’t going to fuck a guy. No way. But I didn’t mind watching the gay porn playing on the screen. So, I sat back and jerked for a while. ‘Enjoy your night, mate. I’d suggest exploring the club. You might be surprised.’ He hinted at me and walked off. Interested in what he suggested, I explored deeper into the dark venue. The intense stale smell got stronger the deeper I went. I had not realised how many people were in there. Men… Only men. My mind widened to who I was noticing. First, and most present were young guys, clearly drunk or high, then there were the really old men. Wrinkly, scaly, one had his shirt off, sitting on a bench, fiddling with his tiny dick. But then I noticed clean-looking guys, one in a suit sitting in a booth and a guy on his knees sucking his cock. Guys were at different stages of undress, but what caught my attention were those wearing leather harnesses or just walking around in jockstraps. One particular guy got my attention. He was large and burly, with a big, hairy belly, leaning against the entrance to a booth, wearing boots, jeans, a thick leather belt with a heavy-looking buckle, and a leather harness crisscrossing his large, hairy chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and he lifted a cigar to his lips. As he sucked, the end lit up, giving me a little bit of light to see his long, scruffy beard, then blew out the smoke, which I caught a whiff of as I walked past him. He stayed locked on me the whole time. I could hear the sound of moaning in the distance, the ruffling of what sounded like a large group of men and a hint of a thumping noise. The moaning didn’t sound normal, almost like a drunken, painful noise. Curious, I followed it to a dark room with just a sliver of light peeking through from the gay porn playing on a large screen over the other side of the wall. I walked in. It was crowded. Guys cramped in there, all facing the same direction. I could sense the rhythm of men jerking themselves, and in the middle, a figure getting fucked. I weaved my way in closer; my eyes began to adjust to the dim light. I made my way near the middle and bumped into who the guy was fucking. I was shocked at first. I couldn’t believe what I just walked into. A guy with his face and chest planted into a low, small bench big enough for only one person, while on his knees, spread wide and arse in the air, and a guy fucking him from behind. I was frozen in my state of surprise, but shocked that my instincts weren’t that of disgust. Instead, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. ‘I’m not gay,’ I kept telling myself. Light kept flickering through. I caught glimpses of the men in the room. Some were young, fit, but most, in fact, I reckon nearly all of them were old men. Some seem like respectable older men, like the fella I saw in the hall wearing a suit, but most look weathered and gaunt. Cocks were out, guys were jerking themselves, and they all had one thing on their mind: to watch this guy face-plant in the bench getting railed. ‘Fuck, yeah. I’m cumming.’ The guy fucking moaned out. ‘Yeah. Give him your load.’ Some said in the crowd ‘Dump in him.’ Said another, somewhere in the back. The guy fucking jittered, and his fucking shortened to quick jabs as he unloaded on the guy. He slipped out as he wiped the sweat off his brow. I couldn’t believe what I just watched. I couldn’t believe that I had a rock-hard boner in my pants from it. And just as I thought the show was over, another guy moved in behind the guy. This guy was much older with a long, solid cock, and he just pushed in balls deep and started fucking. The original guy who just unloaded his cum on the guy disappeared into the crowd. All the while, the guy being fucked, moaned and grunted. It was hard to tell whether he liked it or was in agony. This was all too much. I was peaking from what I had smoked earlier and was uncontrollably horny. I unzipped my pants, pulled them halfway down my hairy thighs and grabbed a hold of my cock and jerked away like the rest of the guys in there. The light flickered again, and I could see a glimpse of the guy with his arse in the air getting fucked with his face planted into the bench. I was surprised by how young the guy was; he couldn’t have been more than 19, with sandy blonde hair and a nice physique. Kinder reminded me of Scout. As the light flickered across his face, I noticed that he seemed semiconscious. He was kinder awake, but not. His eyes were kinder open, and from what I could see, they seemed to roll to the back of his head. ‘He took a fuck load of G.’ Some leaned in and murmured into my ear. G, that was the stuff the gang of blokes gave my ex-wife when they gangbanged her. The guy who murmured into my ear moved a little brown bottle up to his nose and took a huge sniff up each nostril. He must have noticed I was watching and offered it to me. ‘What is it?’ I whispered. ‘You’ll thank me after.’ I took the bottle and followed his lead. Instantly, the already pulsing meth in my system that had me horny as fuck, elevated to a whole new level. I felt an instant rush through my body. I was gone. My concerns about my sexuality evaporated, and I was completely hooked on what I was watching. I jerked furiously. The young man with his head planted on the bench was only centimetres away from me. I watched his body being thumped to the rhythm of the old man fucking him in the arse. Every time the light flickered on his face, my cock throbbed just a little harder. The guy next to me passed his brown bottle to me again. I took another two big sniffs up each nostril. The rush hit me again. My brain buzzed. ‘What is this?’ I whispered. ‘Poppers, mate.’ I needed to get some of it for myself. ‘Fuck yeah, boy. You’re about to get my seed.’ The guy fucking yelled out. ‘Yeah! Breed him.’ Someone in the crowd followed. ‘Get him pregnant.’ Another said. Get him pregnant? I laughed to myself. How funny. He is a boy. The guys fucking started to moan and held onto the boy’s hips tight. He was cumming. He must have had a huge load, because he was in that position for a while. He pulled out, and another stepped up and pushed his cock into the boy, who moaned. ‘Fuck. How many guys have fucked him?’ I whispered again. ‘Since I have been here. I have watched 8 guys fuck and breed him.’ ‘8 guys. What?! And he knows who these guys are?’ ‘Nah mate. He is a cumdump. He doesn’t know who is fucking him. He is only here as a hole for strangers to use and breed.’ The thought of this young boy, no more than 19 years old, completely high on G, getting fucked without any protection by strangers, while semiconscious, was too much for me, and I lost control. I jerked really fast, and I felt my orgasm rise. I moaned out loud, followed by a torrent of cum shooting all over the back of the boy’s head, the side of his face and his shoulder blades. My cumming must have set off a chain reaction. I heard another guy in the dark moan, and through the glimpse of light, I saw a large cock hovering just over the boy’s head, being jerked off and ejaculating all over the boy’s face, mixed with my load. I woke up to a hand tapping me on the shoulder. ‘Dude. It is closing time.’ My eyes sprang open. Static on the large monitor. My pants were down to my ankles, my soft, crusty cock flopped over my thigh. The guy from the counter was standing over me. ‘Clearly you had a good time.’ I must have passed out. I had no idea how long I had been slumped in the chair like this. I stumbled to my feet, pulling my pants back up and left. I showered, my mind flickering through what I watched the night before. I kept telling myself that I am no faggot, and it was the drugs that made me think and feel the way I felt. But the young lad taking dick after dick and never seeing who they were kept springing to the front of my mind, and I was raging hard. I jerked off in the shower and sprayed my load across the tiled wall. ‘Fuck’, I thought. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ I had to do something about it. Let me know what you think. And tell me what you think happens next.

The next few weeks were horrible for me. I drank a lot more. Snorted an obscene amount of Coke, barely shaved and was going days not leaving my apartment. My boss noticed a change in my behaviour and, having recently learnt that my wife had left, he encouraged me to take long service leave. I was fucked up, but the one thing that I always remained focused on was the footy game. It was early season, and we had already won the first two rounds. There was no fucking about. We were in fine form last season, but lost the grand finale. Not this year. I was on the boy’s back at every moment. Training was abusive, I pushed them to the extreme, and when I saw one of them falling behind, I was given a god spray. Particularly, the team captain, a young fit lad, a league ahead of the rest; however, I notice a slight shift in him. Coming to the training a little late, not performing at his peak. In this one particular training session, I noticed him fumbling with the ball too many times. I tried to be a bit tougher on him. Locker rooms were the norm. The lads would be larrikins, occasionally whacking a team mate on the arse with a towel. A bit of name-calling, like homo, or fag, and playing pranks on each other. The usual boy locker room shit. The boys had gotten changed and left, and I went to do my usual wank in the shower. I stripped, threw a towel over my shoulder, and didn’t bother wrapping it around my waist, knowing I was on my own and headed for the showers. Only this time, when I walked over, I found the team captain crouched down against the tiled wall, water spraying over his toned, muscular body, head between his knees, crying. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. I stood there for a moment, admiring the light bouncing off his pale, wet skin, highlighting every tone and curve of his fit body. I quickly shook my head, reminding myself to stop having gay thoughts. The lad is clearly distressed. ‘Scout. You ok?’ He quickly lifted his head. Bloodshot eyes looked straight at me. I sensed for a moment he had forgotten where he was. He swiftly pushed himself off the shower floor, trying to hide his rather long cock. I shook my head again to stop myself from staring. He grabbed his towel from the rack and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Oh, um. Yes, coach.’ ‘You’re crying.’ ‘No, no. I’m good.’ I walked up to him. I started to wonder if I was pushing him too hard on the footy field. ‘Scout. Seriously, mate. You can have a chinwag with me. Was I pushin' you too hard out there on the field tonight?’ ‘Nah, all good, coach… I’m gonna go get changed now.’ He headed off, but hesitated for a moment. That night, sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept returning to Scout. The boy was clearly troubled, and I couldn't help but dwell on the possible reasons behind his distress. My mind then subtly shifted to thoughts of his physique—his body’s compelling outline. I fought to dismiss the images, yet my concern for him remained, craving to comfort him, to reassure him that all would be well. I’ve always held a soft spot for Scout, having appointed him captain of the team, seeing him as a beacon for the others. A promising future seemed to lie ahead for him, and I was determined to support him in every way. Perhaps that was also why I was a little harder on him than on the others. Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to the smooth, well-shaped curve of his arse, the gentle dimples catching the faint light on each cheek. This time, I didn’t push the thought away. I let the thought roll around in my head, slow and dangerous. My cock answered before I did, stiff and insistent. I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk it, caught in the image of him like a snag on a barbie you can’t stop thinking about. His long cock hung heavy between his legs, framed by soft, sandy-blonde pubes, still damp, curling up towards his belly button as they belong there. His abs told a story of years of punishment and discipline; his nipples were hard against a chest carved sharp and sure. I couldn’t hold back. I pumped myself harder, chasing that familiar edge, body tightening, breath shallow. Then it hit, everything draining out of me in thick, relentless squirts, my cock emptying itself without mercy. Cum splattered the sheets, one pulse after another, until they were soaked through. I sleep naked, always have. That night, I didn’t bother with clean-up and shame. I stayed there, spent and sticky, cocooned in the mess, and let sleep take me as I was. The next coaching session was like clockwork. Hard, brutal, no shortcuts. I drove the lads to the edge, then nudged them past it. Pushed the boys to their limit. We had a final to win, and I wasn’t about to let it piss away because someone went soft. Scout was off his game, still not firing at full throttle. I eased up on him a tough, pretended it was tactical, not instinctive. Took every scrap of discipline I had not to let my head wander where it didn’t belong. Something in me was shifting, and I didn’t like it. I’m not a fag. I’m into women. So why was my mind suddenly rerouting itself? Throwing images I hadn’t ordered? I tried to wrestle control back by thinking of the fact that I let men fuck my wife, filling her up with their cum. Her arse tight. Her mouth open. Cum spilling where it shouldn’t. Even that felt off, like my brain was testing boundaries just to see which ones would crack. Then a hand landed on my shoulder. I jumped like I had been shot. ‘Evening, Coach.’ It was Scout’s old man. ‘Fuck – Jesus Christ.’ I snapped. ‘Nearly gave me a heart attack.’ He laughed ‘Sorry mate. You looked miles away. I thought I’d better announce myself. How’s the training session?’ Just another night on the field. Same drills. Same pressure. Same secrets sitting heavy under the surface, waiting for their moment to break through. I was still a little startled. My mind was thinking about sloppy cunts and wet cocks. My cock was pressing against my gym shorts. I had no doubt he could see it. I quickly shook the thoughts away and focused on Scout’s dad. I had to break the silence. ‘Good. The boys are ready to take the win. Your son, though. Something is up there.’ ‘Yeah. Well. That’s why I am here.’ Fuck! Did Scout tell his dad about what happened in the showers? I wondered. ‘He mentioned you’ve been giving him a bit more stick than usual.’ ‘Yeah, fair enough. Sorry, mate. I’m just keen to score the win.’ ‘No worries. He’s on the same page. But he’s going through a rough patch, I reckon. Not sure what’s up—maybe an identity thing, I suppose.’ ‘Righto. Makes sense, I guess. Pressure’s heaps—last year at school, gotta come out on top, thinking about the future.’ ‘And the girls, too,’ I laughed. ‘Oh yeah. Girls. The biggest young man problem of them all.’ ‘Haha. Yeah. Tell me about it. Scout just broke up with his girlfriend.’ ‘I didn’t know he had one.’ ‘Yeah. He did. And he called it off. But I think it has messed with him.’ I turned to watch the boys as they did their pass-and-dodge circuit. The balls slipped through Scout’s hands, but he quickly recovered and hand-balled them to the next lad. ‘Anyway, I just wanted to see if you’re keen to come over to ours tonight. We can have a chat, talk it through, and come up with some solid ways to support Scout.’ I thought about it for a while. It wasn’t like I had much to do. I was going to rack up some lines, chuck music on and drink a few scotches, watch gangbanging porn until passing out on the couch. The usual midweek evening I would have. ‘Yeah. Sure. Why not.’ The night settled in easily, warm and smoky. Scout’s dad fired up the barbie, the smell of meat and char drifting through the yard like a promise. Scout himself vanished upstairs early, holed up in his room, while his dad, his wife, and I parked ourselves around the fire pit with beers in hand. The flames did most of the talking at first. We chatted about Scout, how he was going, what he needed to sharpen up, then the spotlight drifted onto me. My footy days. The rise, the fall, the bit everyone pretended not to be curious about. By then, I was a few beers past cautious and sliding comfortably into honest. Maybe too honest. They learned a little when I spoke, eyes bright in that way that says go on. I did. The night dragged on. Quiet crept in. I clocked the house and noticed Scout’s bedroom light was out; he must’ve gone to bed. Just us and the fire now, embers popping, bottles clinking. While I was mid-story, Scout’s dad’s wife shifted and settled herself onto his lap, casual as anything. His arm wrapped around her, missing a beat as he kept talking, telling me about his work with the federal police, voice steady, authoritative. The flames danced. The beer buzzed. Something about the closeness, the ease of it, made the air feel thicker. I listened, nodded along, but part of me was elsewhere, watching, registering, filing things away I didn’t quite know what to do with yet. ‘You must see some proper cooked stuff in your line of work.’ He gave a short laugh, took a pull from his beer. ‘You’ve got no idea.’ As he spoke, his hand slipped to the small of his wife’s back. Familiar, proprietary. Too familiar. I clocked it, pretended I didn’t. He kept talking, Global crime syndicate, long nights, things you don’t write down, but my attention was snagged on the way her breath changed, the way she leaned back into him like it was muscle memory. His hand was deep in there. If I didn’t know any better, he was fingering her. Then she looked straight at me. ‘Does this make you uncomfortable?’ She asked lightly. I nearly choke on my drink. ‘Sorry – what?’ She smiled. Not apologetic. Curious. ‘Do you like watching my husband finger me?’ Before I could scramble for a response, he cut in, calm as anything. ‘We know your history. We’re not exactly the beige curtains, white picket fence types.’ We sat and chatted a little more about Scout and football, while Scout’s father fingered his wife while she sat on his lap. I was getting aroused and had to adjust my hard-on a few times. I tried to be subtle, but as the chat went on, I made it obvious my cock was throbbing. The flames in the charcoal turned to a simmer, and the night started to get cold. Scout’s mother made an excuse about needing to wash some dishes and made her way inside. Eventually, she stood. ‘I might head inside, dishes won’t do themselves.’ He nodded. Then looked at me, ‘Scotch?’ Inside the house, it felt quieter. Thicker. He disappeared toward the kitchen. I sat on the couch. She reappeared naked except for a pair of heels, as if this had already been decided. ‘We’re all adults.’ She said softly. ‘Scout’s asleep. Or busy. Either way, this isn’t about him.’ She stepped closer, between my knees, close enough that I had to look up at her. She grabbed my tee and lifted it over my head. ‘Lean back.’ I did, and she grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing jocks, my cock flung straight up. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, being careful not to scratch me with her long red nails, then moved her mouth over my cock. She is clearly a pro at sucking cock; she was going deep the moment my cock was in her mouth. I’m not much for oral. I am a pussy guy, but I wasn’t going to complain. She sucked my cock for a while. Making it nice and slick. I was caught up in the moment for a brief moment before I realized her husband could walk in at any time. ‘Are you sure this is ok?’ She stopped sucking my cock, which was now slick with her saliva and looked at me for a second, then stood up and stepped over me. Her slit was barely a metre away from my face. Smooth with a little bit of pube just at the top. She was nice and tucked. I prefer a tucked cunt. I thought she was going to make me eat her out. Which I would have been fine to do, but then she lowered herself on my cock and slid down to the base. ‘Argh! Fuck yeah,’ I moaned. She moved with purpose as she fuck herself on my shaft. I dug my hands into her perky arse, a solid grip, guiding her like I owned the moment. I was getting lost in our fuck. She rode it hard, desperate, every moment sending sparks straight up my spine. Her breathing broke apart, little sounds slipped out that she didn’t bother to stop. She folded forward, pressing her head into my shoulder, clinging to me like I was the only thing holdeing her together. And then the air changed. I felt him before I saw him, heat at my back, a presence that sucked the oxygen out of the room. Scout’s dad stood behind us, naked, unapologetically pulling on his thick, long cock the size of a salami. Eyes locked on mine. There was something feral in the look, something final. He stepped in close. She grasped, body arching instinctively, knowing exactly what was coming and wanted it. He took hold of her hips, rough and certain, pulling her back against his cock. The force of it drove a sound out of her that went straight through me, raw, wrecked, needy. His cock was balls deep inside his wife’s arse. I held her steady as he took over the pace. Her body caught between us, pushed and pulled, completely undone. The room filled with breath and skin and the sound of losing control. I wasn’t thinking anymore. None of us were. She moaned in uncontrollable, animalistic pleasure. Scout had to have heard her. Scout’s dad fucked hard, unforgivingly, with one mission. It was too much for me. I had to stop thrusting to control myself from orgasming, but the feeling of his cock pumping through the walls of her pussy, massaging my cock with every one of his thrusting motions, was all too stimulating for me. ‘I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Yeah, I’m cumming!’ My loud cries echoed off the walls. My cock pulsated as shot after shot of my spunk filled her cunt. Scout’s dad did not stop. Rather, he picked up the pace and fucked harder. ‘I’m about to join you. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum in your arse, honey.’ His pumps shorten. ‘Fuckkk!!!! Yeah. Take daddy’s fucking load.’ I could feel his cock through the walls of her cunt pulse as he shot his load in her. It went on for what felt like an eternity. And we held our position for a while longer. Scout’s dad pulled out. I was so turned on, I was still hard, I lifted her off my cock, a trickle of cum dripped over my stomach. She stayed on the couch, bent over. I leaned forward to see her arse poking into the air, dripping with cum simultaneously with her used pussy. They mentioned they knew what I was into, so I didn’t even bother to look at Scout’s dad to get permission, got behind her, my hairy arse sticking in the air, I planted my mouth over her arse hole and started sucking away to eat all of his cum out of her puffy arse. While I sucked and tongued her arse hole, I used my finger to work my cum into her pussy, occasionally going down to it and sucking it like a lollypop. This will be the last part of this story in this chat. You will find the continuation in the Gay Bareback Chem Fiction chat. Let me know what you think and what happens next.

Sorry everyone. I got in trouble for posting this story in the wrong chat. Thank you to those who have made. barebackbro thank you for the pick up. I'm an Essendon supporter and I should know that a Brownlow is an award for AFL. Let's go with it. Anyway, the story continues. Let me know what you think and what you think happens next. She sensed that I just was not into it and remembered what I am now renowned for. Eating cum from pussy. So, she set up the whole thing. Our sexual life took a hot turn. We would go to bars and check out men. She would insist that I pick out the guys. At first, I thought it was unnerving. Checking out guys is gay. I’m not gay. It was the sight of a dripping wet pussy that got me off. Occasionally, my mind went to the vision of a glistening cock, but I would shake the thought away. But she insisted, so I was soon checking out guys. I would select the guy, and she would make her flirty move on him. Soon enough, she would be in the toilets getting railed. We would head home for me fuck her cummy cunt. At first, I would pick good-looking fellas. Tall, very fit, and modal material types. Eventually, we would be more upfront about what we are doing and found that there was significant interest. One guy called it cuckold. I didn’t know it was a term. The random guys would fuck and use my wife while I would watch. Then, when they unload in her, I would take sloppy seconds. Sometimes the guys would stay and watch. Other times, they would leave while I bathed in the cummy mess. Over time, my selection of men started to change. Yeah, I would go for the hottest guy in the room, but something started to change. I found myself looking for particular types. Burley types, real masculine, high testosterone guys pushing on the side of aggressive and unforgiving. I felt a tingle. But I would shake it off and tell myself it is the game my wife and I are playing, that’s all. One particular night, I chose the large, lumberjack-type guy. We were in a seedy pub. I found that that’s where we get the best type of men. He didn’t give much away. Seemed expressionless, unimpressed. A dirt-unshaven beard, and looked as though he had just finished work and went straight out for Friday beers with his boys, judging by his dirty jeans and stained shirt. I guessed a diesel fitter. We decided to book a hotel instead of heading to our penthouse. He would meet us there. My wife got herself ready by stripping down to her sexy lingerie. I set up the mood lighting and went to grab a few drinks from the minibar. But realised they had none. I took off to buy some booze. It took me a little longer than I had hoped because I wasn’t familiar with that area of Melbourne. When I finally returned, I could hear moaning and thumping from our room. I swiped the card and walked in. The lumberjack was her, and he was already deep inside my wife. But he wasn’t alone; he brought with him his four buddies from the bar. These guys were large men, just as rough-looking and varied in age from mid-30s to around my age, 50s. The youngest fella noticed me standing there, stunned. ‘Her old man is back.’ He pointed out to the rest of the guys, who had their attention on their mate, fucking my wife hard. To my surprise, my wife had no concern. He moaned while her leg flapped around with every thrust from the lumberjack. I was rock hard. My jocks strained my cock. I had to pull it out. I put the booze down on the side bench and noticed a plate with lines raked up. Fuck! I knew straight away that these fellas meant to party. ‘Help yourself.’ The older guy said, pulling his t-shirt off to reveal a fully tattooed, slightly out-of-shape, but bulky body. I went straight to the coke and sniffed two lines. By this stage, all the men were undressed. My wife moaned really loudly. ‘Yeah, cum for me bitch.’ He picked up his pace. I could tell she was cumming by the way her body shivered. I have never had her cum for me. ‘Argh! Yeah, oh yeah. I’m cumming!' She squealed. The lumberjack did not hold up. He kept fucking her hard. I could hear the wet, splashy sounds coming from the penetration. She began to settle, but he kept powering through. I looked at her, and I could tell she was spent. But it was clear that he was not done, and there were still four other blokes to have their way with her. I saw one of the blokes grab a bottle of Coca-Cola I'd bought as a mixer for the scotch I'd bought. He poured a glass, and I saw him pour another liquid into it. He walked over to my wife, and the lumberjack stopped for a moment. ‘Here, drink this. It will help you relax and get really into it.’ She looked at me, and I gave her the ‘Do as you want’ look in return. She drank it. ‘Good girl.’ Said another bloke. ‘Tonight, you are in for a ride.’ ‘You are gonna get a lot of cock.’ The older guy followed. The lumberjack began to fuck her. He kept at a slow pace and watched until he saw the effect of what they gave her kick in. I could sense that she was high on whatever they gave her, and the lumberjack picked up the pace again. By this stage, I was naked on the couch, jerking off at the show. The rest of the blokes were circled around the bed. My wife, in the middle, getting railed by the massive bloke. I could see what was going on through the gap of two hairy thighs. The lumberjack’s hairy arse is pumping up and down hard and fast. His pace started to shorten and become a little erratic. ‘None of us pulls out. I hope you are on birth control.’ The lumberjack groaned, ‘Because I’m about to blow.’ He barely finished his sentence, and he began to cum. ‘ARGH! I’m cumming.’ He held her tight. Cock deep inside her as his body shivered and shook. He seemed to unload in her for a long time. ‘He is a heavy cummer.’ One of the blokes said, ‘I’m next.’ The lumberjack slowly pulled out, and that’s when I got to see his cock for the first time. It was thick and veny… And wet with her juices and his cum. I jacked off hard, my tongue hanging out, drooling from the mouth. ‘Look at her husband.’ The older man laughed, ‘He’s fucking getting off on it.’ ‘He looks like a starving animal.’ I was, and I couldn’t hold off any longer and just unloaded all over my stomach and hairy chest. I felt all my energy being pulled through my cock and into my ejaculation. I had not blown a load like that in ages. I was drenched in my own cum. By this stage, one of the other men was in position and pushed his long cock into my wife and fucked hard from the get-go. She was wet, open, and he knew she could take it. The night went on like this while I sat back and watched. I did not fuck her that night. The men kept giving her what I learnt to be G., and while they did fuck and use her, I was surprised by the respect they had. Occasionally, they would check in on her. She was in heaven and willing to let them do as they pleased. I never saw her get so relaxed and slutty horny like that with me. She was a completely different person. So they kept using her like a whore, and she loved every bit of it. I sat back, drenched in my own cum. Some of it was on my collarbone, and I don’t know what came over me, but I scooped it up and ate it. ‘Oh, look, guys. He’s a fucking cum eater.’ The men laughed at me. It must have been 4 am by the time the fucking mellowed down. I had so many lines of coke, I was practically tweaking. The blokes were chilling out and admired my wife’s sloppy cunt. I crawled towards her on all fours. ‘Fuck boys. Look at this.’ I got between her legs on my hands and knees. My hairy arse in the air. I planted my face in her cunt and ate away. She moaned as I sucked and chewed and licked at her sloppy, used pussy. I don’t know how long I was down there for, but when I lifted my face up for air, I noticed that the blokes had all bailed. The next few months had a shift in the air. My wife was quiet. Distant. We didn’t argue, but I could tell that there was tension in the air. Wondered if I crossed the line by allowing five men to gangbang her. We didn’t have sex, and I was reduced to pulling my dick in the shower. The feeling was just not the same. I focused my time and energy on work and coaching the high school footy team. It was mid-season, and my team was in peak form, having only lost one game at the beginning of the season. I would push them. Give them the no bullshit treatment. Heavy sprays when I was not happy with their performance, but good recognition when they outdid themselves. They were a good bunch of boys. I noticed that something in me changed, though. I never look at guys sexually. Men were just lads in my view. But since picking out guys to fuck my wife, it opened up a side of my mind, thoughts and feelings I did not know I had. At first, I would push them aside the moment they surfaced, but over time, they grew a little more tense and stuck around longer. I was looking at guys sexually, and it fucked with my mind. I was drinking a lot more and on Coke every weekend. My wife noticed. I knew I had a problem when I found myself checking out the footy team. They were all seniors, aged 18. But still. I knew it was not right for me, being a 52-year-old, looking at these young 18-year-old lads. It took a lot of mental energy to keep my eyes away from the perky peach bums as they hit the showers or watched them dry off. I had to make an effort to keep myself out of the locker room. Once they all got changed and left, I would hit the shower and jerk off to get it out of my system. One time, after the lads had left and I was in the shower, I had my head leaning against the tiled wall, hot water spraying across my solid hairy shoulders and back, fist wrapped around my hard cock, pumping away hard and just as I was cumming, I heard a sound near the lockers. I lifted my head as I swung around, cum shooting everywhere, just to see who or what was making that noise, but there was no one there. I resigned to the thought that it was just in my mind. That night, I got home to find my wife sitting on the large marble kitchen bench, an overnight bag next to her. ‘Going somewhere?’ She looked up at me. ‘I’m pregnant.’ My mind raced. I got her pregnant? I thought a little harder. It has been nearly five months since I fucked her. It is possible. Maybe. Then I realised. She was not pregnant by me, but by one of the five guys who gangbanged her a couple of months ago. ‘Oh shit. Honey… Um, I don’t know what to say.’ ‘You know who got me pregnant.’ It wasn’t a question. ‘It must have happened from the unplanned gangbang.’ She was silent for a moment. ‘Honey?’ ‘Did you get their names and numbers. Anything?’ ‘No. I didn’t. I didn’t think we would need to. I didn’t think we would see them again.’ ‘So we know nothing about who they are or where they are from.’ ‘I know nothing, honey. I wasn’t really thinking straight. I was lost in the moment.’ She was silent for a moment again. ‘So what are you going to do? You’re not going to keep it, are you?’ ‘I knew you were going to ask me that. And yes. I’m keeping it.’ ‘What?’ I was getting a little annoyed, ‘You are going to keep it, knowing nothing about who the father could be and having no way of finding out who he could be? I’m sorry, but I just can’t do that. I just can’t live with a child that is not mine and having no idea whose it could be.’ Silence again. ‘Yes… I’m keeping it. And I am leaving.’ ‘What?’ ‘I know you. I won’t force you to change... I am having my baby... But it is more than that. Since that night, you have been drinking every night and snorting a lot of coke. You are stuck in your old ways again. If I am having this baby, I can’t be around it.’ She grabbed her overnight bag and walked over to me. Kissed my cheek and left. I was alone in my massive penthouse. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

It’s been a while since I last wrote a story. This one ended up being about 37,000 words and 72 pages. I'm not a professional writer and I’m sure there are flaws—my apologies in advance. I really enjoy hearing feedback and hearing about others’ experiences and stories. Piggier, the better. If you have a memorable moment you’d like to share, feel free to do so. I’m eager to hear it. I’d also love to hear your feedback on this story. Where do you think it’s headed? I made my fortune playing footy in my early days. I was a rugby player and played for 10 years. Fuck they were good times on and off the field. On the field, I was a sought-after player, consistently named player of the match, won two Brownlow Medals, and was one of the highest-paid players in the league at the time. Off the field, I was a wild one. I had a girlfriend at the beginning, and got her pregnant, but it didn’t take long to venture out. It started with partying, drinking, drugs, and out with the boys. Management struggled to control the media’s coverage. Then I started fucking around behind my girlfriend’s back. I would hit the brothels and fuck a couple of hookers, eventually just picking up any willing chick that made a move on me at the bars. My girlfriend at the time knew, and it wasn’t long before we split and she left, taking the young lad with her. My partying continued. I’d snort countless lines of coke and fuck an endless number of chicks. I didn’t care if it hit the media. I was fucking wild. The then house parties would begin. The footy lads would get together, hot birds were invited over, and the same thing would happen. Cocaine and pussy. But something changed. I tried a gangbang, and something flipped. Yeah, being in footy, we would see each other in the change rooms naked, and weird shit would happen like arse smacking and fag name-calling on several occasions. We would torture the player who performed the worst by pinning him down and pissing on him. But I never felt the tingly feeling I felt when I experienced my first gangbang. Watching these strong men with their rock-hard dicks jerking off while they watched their teammate fuck the blond bombshell flicked a switch inside me. Sharing the moment with hot men watching another man’s arse cheeks squeeze and release with every stroke of his cock driving deeper inside her cunt was driving me wild. There was one moment I vividly remember: I paid close attention to the beads of sweat forming on one mate’s back as the heat radiated from his body, the deep, burly moans with each thrust, and his muscles flexing with every movement. I had to refrain from touching my cock when I watched my mate pulsate and moan, unleashing his load. He would pull out, cock glistening from pussy juice and cum. Instantly, my mind went to thoughts of getting on my knees and sucking it clean. I didn’t know what was going on. Was it all the cocaine? Probably. I didn’t know. My cock was as hard as solid steel. I thought my knob was going to burst open. Every bit of my willpower was in overdrive. Three teammates fucked her. Her cunt was spewing cum. She would scoop a little bit out with her long pink silicone nail and lick it off with her tongue. What a slut. ‘Your turn, mate.’ Fuck! I was hypnotised entirely, I didn’t realise I was up next. All the fella’s who just fucked her had some huge cocks on them. Thick, veiny, long and rock solid. I have a big cock, but not to their grandeur. I knelt between her legs. Cunt spread open, cum seeping out. My cock throbbed at the sight. I tried my best to change my thoughts, but my willpower was running on fumes. I pressed my knob on her pussy. The wet, warm cum slathered it. No lube needed. I pushed in, and that was all it took, and I just unloaded in her with one stroke. My body pulsed, and it felt like every bit of my life force was sucked out of me through my cock and into her. ‘What?!’ ‘No way.’ All I could hear behind me was my teammates laughing at me as I prematurely ejaculated inside the whores used cunt. She looked at me with a sigh of disappointment, but I was too busy trying to regain my consciousness. I pulled out. My cock was soaked in cum. I couldn’t resist and scooped a bit off my shaft and placed it on my tongue. ‘Wow! Fuck!’ ‘He’s gonna do it.’ ‘Urgh!’ ‘He’s a spunk eater.’ That I did, all I could hear was the other rugby players laughing, calling me filthy names and saying how grouse that was. My mind, however, was sparking all kinds of feelings throughout my body; their name-calling had become distant sounds and noise. I was hooked. Life took a turn. I got too reckless, and the club management couldn’t deflect the press. Eventually, images of eating out pussy and my face coated in random men’s cum were released, and I lost my contract. My career dried up. I am now 52 and work for a logistics company dealing in global trading, and in my downtime, I coach a local high school football team. I met a hot bird who, despite her knowledge of my perverted background, still found an interest in me. She was young, 34 and a banging arse. I learned that she was into older men, particularly ex-footy players. Our sex life started like any. I’d get on top of her and bang her until I unloaded. I had little care-factor if she came or enjoyed it. It was all about me. I think she put up with it because of my fame and money. She was pretty happy to be used as a fuck rag so long as she could lounge around in my penthouse apartment overlooking the skyline of Melbourne. Then, those thoughts of a caked-up pussy flooded my mind, and soon I was eating her out after I blew my load in her. She knew my shady past and let it happen. This wasn’t enough. Over time, my deep urges overpowered. I missed the drugs. I missed the gangbangs and wild sex parties. I started on the Coke again. Drinking. She, too, began to join in. Then one day, after a coaching session with the school football team, I walked into my apartment, still sweaty and smelly from the session, wearing my sports gear, and heard noises coming from the lounge area. The evening light was shining through the wall-to-wall glass panels, and I couldn’t believe what I walked into. My then wife bent over the couch, facing the Melbourne skyline, with a random bloke banging her from behind. I froze. Shocked at first. Thoughts racing. How long had she been doing this? In my place. Who else has fucked her? How could I not have known? Is he wearing a condom? Is he going to cum in her? I felt my cock harden at the thoughts. I watched as he gripped her hips and thrusted in her hard and fast. Arse clenching at every pump. Moans erupting from both her and him. He then grabbed her blonde hair with both her hands and banged hard. Moans got louder. ‘Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum.’ She moaned louder. I think I heard a ‘yes’ in there somewhere. His pumps grew shorter, more frantic. I watched her arse cheeks ripple with every pound from the guy. ‘I’m cumming! Arrghh. Yeahh. Fuckkk.’ I couldn’t resist and pulled out my cock and jerked off at the sight. It seemed like a long time while he shot his load, and he eventually pulled out. Indeed, he fuck her without protection. His long cock glistened through the evening light, reflecting off the moist pussy juice and cum. His knob was still throbbing from the aftermath of his ejaculation. And her pussy gaped with pearly white cum seeping out, dripping on the black leather couch. She turned her head. ‘Oh. Hi honey. Seems you are enjoying the show.’ She teased, as she wiggled her perky arse. The bloke then realised I was there, jerking furiously at what I had just walked into. ‘Holly shit! Your husband is here.’ He looked left and right, hoping his clothes were nearby, in response to the unexpected voyeurism. I then recognised him as the daytime receptionist from the apartment building’s lobby. I stared at his softening cock and the matted pubes trailing up his abdomen. I wanted to lick it, then shook the thought away. That’s gay. No way. Then looked at my wife’s pussy, still dripping with cum. I stepped out of my shorts and jocks and walked over and pushed my cock in her. It was barely a second, and I was cumming in gallons. I had not felt an intense orgasm like that since the times I was in gangbangs fucking used up cunts. I slowly pulled out. My cock too was glistening from all the cum and juices. I scooped what I could off my cock and licked it off my hand. My cock continued to throb. I couldn’t resist. I bent down to my knees and planted my face into her cunt. I ate and sucked and drove my tongue into her. She moaned. I was lost in my own mind. Drowning in the salty taste of my spunk mixed with the reception guy’s. I could feel it smearing my face and dripping down my chin. I jerked off furiously. No telling how long I was down there, but eventually I pulled away, gasping for breath. I turned to see the bloke just staring at me with a horrid expression. Seeing my face drenched in cum like a starving dog just freshly nourished was too much for him. He grabbed his scattered clothes and walked out, still naked. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

I heard City Square Motel is a good one. Has anyone used that motel?

Nice work. Great writing. Just enough detail to know the characters and environment (If you are an aussie, you would understand a BBQ party and have fond memories of your own), but pulled back enough so the reader can fill the gap with imagination. Loved it.

I do have a few more chapters to this story. Do you think I should post them?

Nicetighthole, how was your event? Give us juicy details.

My Daddy is taking me to the June event. We are not shy, and he will be placing me on my knees in full view for usage. The last time I went to visit him, in Sydney, he had me take 10 guys blindfolded (Private event). I never saw who they were. Daddy told me afterwards that they were blokes you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. Low-grade sleazy blokes. I am a picky fella, but I'll accept and do whatever Daddy tells me to. So if He is expecting me to be a no-load-refused pig, then I'll do it. In June, we want to put my obedience on show at Bunker (Cumunion), have everyone enjoy themselves with me, and 'celebrate' just how much of a pig I can be.

This is a hard one. But I chose the Den because the guys who go there are really sleazy and low-grade. If you are a true slut, you would accept their cocks and be proud of it.

Have you ever been to a bear event at The Laird Hotel? What was it like for you? I would love to hear your juice experience. It doesn't even have to be a bear event. Any kind of event. Leather party. Underwear party. Whatever. I'm keen to hear. I went to my first bear event at the Laird Hotel kinder by accident and was surprised by what happened there. I live in a rural area up north… Far north. So, getting a bit of piggy time is very rare. I visit Melbourne a few times a year. I am originally from there and go back to visit family. I was down in Melbourne for Christmas and knew I had to sneak at least one night away to go wild. I have an uncle (Who isn’t actually my uncle; he is related through extended family) who I sometimes play around with. I have told the story of my first time with a guy who was him on BZ. But he has a family now, and it is difficult for us to play around (I can give you some fucked up stories of what we have done together, but I will save that for another time). This is a store of my first experience at a bear event at the Laird Hotel. I figured, before I visited family, I would have a secret night in Melbourne to get piggy, so I booked a room at the Laird Hotel as a place to rest after I hit the Saunas. I tried to set up a session with a guy who is into [banned word] PNP play, but he went dark just before I arrived. I get it. No judgement. Cold feet or a change of plans. Who knows. It didn’t bother me because I knew I was heading to the saunas anyway. I purposely did not wank for two weeks, so I was on heat like you would not believe. I arrived at the Laird Hotel eager to fuck or suck a cock straight up. I didn’t care who; I just needed cock. I had not had a dick in 8 months. Have you ever not had a dick in 8 months? Let me know. What was it like? And how was it when you broke your draught? I checked in. flirted with the owner. I practically told him I was up for a lot of cock that night and hinted to him that I was keen to take his cock. He seemed busy, but he told me about the bear event happening at the Laird, and because I was staying there, I had free entry. He also told me that it gets pretty wild. The dress code was underwear… I had my red jockstrap, so I was sorted in that department. I went up to my room, but when I reached the stairs, I bumped into one of the workers there. Old man. Easily in his late 60s. Possibly 70s. I wasn’t too sure. I deliberately asked him to show me around. I gave him clear signals and told him exactly what I told the owner. I was in town and planning on getting a lot of cock that night. The old man wasn’t stupid and read the signs. He went into my room and ‘showed’ me how the TV worked, but I was straight onto my knees. He turned. Pulled his slacks down, and I was onto his hard dick, sucking like crazy. I didn’t even bother to close the door. He wasted no time fucking my face and shot his load down my throat. All happened in minutes. Finally, I had broken my draught and got some cock. He thanked me and said I was a wild one. I told him he had no idea just how wild I was. I didn’t waste any more time. I locked the door and left. Still tasting the salting taste of cock in my mouth and went to Wet. There were a few men there, but I expected it to be busier. It was Saturday the 21st around 2.30 pm. I don’t know much about peak times in saunas, so it is possible that it was normal trade, or maybe it could be that it was the weekend before Christmas. It didn’t matter to me. I was there for cock. I stripped, wrapped a towel around me, and went straight up to the dark room. I could sense that there was a guy or two in there; I got on my hands and knees and cracked open the bottle of poppers. It didn’t take long, and I felt hands touching my arse, then the pressure of a cock trying to push in. I didn’t lube up, I’m a spit or cum guy. The guy bent down and spat on my hole, then applied pressure again with his cock. The spit worked, and he broke in, pushing deeper. I had to take a few hits of the poppers. It hurt like hell. But loved it at the same time. He was a decent size. Not big. But big enough to feel it open you up. Finally, I was getting dicked after 8 months. He didn’t fuck me for long before I heard him moan, and I knew he was unloading in me. He pulled out and left. I never saw who he was. The sauna did get busy later in the evening, but this story is about the bear event I went to. So, I am going to skip the sauna experience. I freaked out when I saw someone at the sauna who was a work colleague of my boss. I have a high-profile job, and I need to keep my dirty piggy side an absolute secret. I freaked out, so I left the sauna before he saw me. This was around 9 pm. I have to say, though. It is kinder hot knowing that I am not the only secret pig who works in my industry. Still, it was too risky, and I had to leave. At first, I was thinking of heading to the subway sauna, but then I thought. Give the bear event a try. I am not the type to go out to dance parties or gay bars. Even when I lived in Melbourne. My interest was fucking. Not dancing or socialising. But I figured, why not? Try something different. Back at the Laird, I walked in, and there were already blokes in jocks everywhere. The blokes were normal-looking. None of your pretty guys and muscle-fit dudes you would fantasise about. These guys were mostly larger, average and older, from what I could tell. They were my type of blokes. I prefer older, normal-looking guys. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t say no to a fit guy or the ‘high profile’ type of guy. Who am I kidding? I would take any guy. But something about an older man in ok shape really turns me on. I have been fucked by guys as old as 80. So the sight I walked into got me hard, and I wasted no time heading upstairs to strip down to my jockstrap and go back down to mingle. I felt awkward at first. Exposed. I had to remember that everyone was in their jock and not to feel so intimidated about how I looked. For perspective, I’m in my late 30s, in slim athletic shape, and I have been told I am very handsome. But still, I felt out of their league or out of place or something. I don’t know. I just felt intimidated around all these men. I didn’t know what to do. I was on my own; everyone seemed to be a part of a little crowd. So I grabbed a drink and hung out near the bar. I necked two drinks in less than 10 minutes to try and loosen up. But sat on my third one as I watched the crowd. The Laird seemed to be getting busier. I grew some balls and started talking to a fella nearby. He was a nice guy and high school teacher, and it made the nerves ease a little. I probed him for questions about what was happening there, and he told me about the dark area and that it would no doubt get busy in there. A few more drinks later, the fella I was talking to was dancing, and I explored the dark area. It was already getting busy in there. Guys already fucking. It was dark but light enough to kinder see who was fucking who. I watched one guy being railed against a bench and knew I had to be doing the same thing. He had a dog mask on; I found it to be a bit of a turn-on. I leant against the wall and watched the fucking going on. Soon enough, there were a few guys moving towards me. Touching my cock through my jock. Nerves kicked in; I said I wanted to watch for a while. One of these guys was close to my age. He had a huge cock on him. I sniffed poppers while he received a head job. Another took over, and soon a different guy backed up on his cock. He fucked him while watching me. He never looked away from me. It got busier, and the sexual vibe got very intense. I couldn’t just watch anymore and went for it. I asked the guy with the big cock if he was still keen, and he said he had been waiting for me to build the courage. I leaned up against the bench. There was a lineup of 3 other guys next time, and the guy with the big cock pushed in and fucked away. I lost all sense of nerves and just stayed there sniffing poppers and getting railed. Now I do like to pnp. I am a big fan of chem KO. I can tell you a story about my experience with chem OK another time. But I don’t need to party to be a horny pig and fuck for hours. Time past. The guy with the big cock shot his load in me a long time ago, and I lost count of how many guys had fucked me. I didn’t bother looking back, so I don’t know who railed by arse. There were a few times when I did look back. At one stage, there was a really old man with a long grey beard fucking me. I love getting fucked by old men. My favourite. Not all the guys who fucked me unloaded in me. But I did get six loads in me, and I got four at wet. I was quite proud of myself. Eventually, I came out for ‘air’ and grabbed another drink. Chatting to this big hairy fella. He must have fucked me because he seemed to think he had the freedom just to stick his fingers between my arse cheeks to see how wet I was down there. To close this story off, he had a couple of mates, and they were interested in gangbanging me after I told the hairy guy that I was staying upstairs. He and two of his mates came up with me, and they used me. And I mean USED. I told the hairy man I liked it hard, and he just grinned. He and his mates took advantage of me. At one point, I was so sore and tired I had no strength and could barely keep my eyes open. They just kept fucking me. I remember the door being left open and wondering if anyone else had come in and fucked me, and I didn’t even notice. It was a possibility, but I am not sure. It would have been 4 am by the time the guys left, and I slept until 9 without showering. I wanted to taste and smell the dirty pig sex on me while I did. I fucking loved it. I am so planning to go to another event at Laird. It was awesome. Sexually charged and wild. I highly recommend it. Who else has experienced an event at the Laird Hotel?

Thank you for the feedback. Hats off to the storytellers on here. I have read some amazing and quite fucked up stories that have left me wondering at the most inappropriate times and places. I can only wish to write as well as some of the people on here. Writing a story is quite difficult, not just in imagining the story but in structuring it, building interest and suspense, characters you want to follow, and finding the time to actually sit and write. So, the positive feedback everyone has given only motivates me and other writers to stay driven and write. So thank you 🙂

Bob spoke near my ear, ‘Welcome back, Faggot. You are in for a long night of raping and recharging. Random strangers are going to fuck and use you. Who knows, maybe some of them might know you, see you in the streets and know what a slutty cumdump you are, and you will never know who they are. These men mean business. They mean to fuck… Hard. They won’t give a shit how you feel. They will just force their way into you with their dirty cocks. Use the last bloke’s cum as their lube. And if it is all churned up and dry, they will probably piss in you or pour beer in you to keep you wet. Hell, some of these guys won’t even do that. Some of these guys want you dry. Dry so your hole grips their cocks while they fuck you hard and rip the inner walls of your arse to be sure they recharge you.’ Barry’s pace as he fucked, picked up. I moaned under the increasing pain of his raping. He grabbed my chin to make me look into his eyes. There was desire and fury in his overwhelming stare. ‘LOOK AT ME WHILE I BREED YOU!’ Barry called out. I locked onto his piercing eyes. ‘Fuck yeah!’ ‘Charge up the cunt.’ ‘You’re nothing but a fuck rag tonight. Every cock that fucks you will strip a bit of your soul away. You will become an empty vessel for these blokes to dump their dirty poz seed into. No doubt other diseases.’ Bob continued. ‘Tim over here has syphilis.’ Someone in the crowd roared. ‘Common Barry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to cum.’ Another called out. I could hear the words of encouragement from the crowd. Oh God, I thought. I’m being pozzed. Fuck! These guys think I am Poz. I tried to speak. I tried to yell and tell them that I’m neg. ‘Oh, look here. The fuck rag wants to speak.’ Bob was still behind my shoulders, holding me still so the hard fucking from Barry hit harder. He undid my gag. ‘I’M NEG! OH GOD, I’M NEG. PLEASE STOP!’ Barry stopped. Cock held still deep in my stretched-out hole. ‘Neg?’ ‘YES! Please. You need to stop.’ I could hear the gasps from the crowd. ‘Bahaha.’ Barry burst out laughing, ‘Oh boy. We have a converter. Oh, you are fucked tonight, fuck rag. Bob, grab the bag of T.’ Bob handed the bag over. Barry pulled out what I thought was quite a large shard. Barry pulled his cock out. He was careful, and I felt his knob pull on my outer ring slightly as he exited. For the first time in a little while, I felt empty. He pressed the shard against my puffy hole and held it there with his cock. Bob pressed a brown bottle under my nose. ‘A big whiff.’ I did as I was told. Bob repeated the same thing with my other nostril. I felt an instant buzz and oddly relaxed. But it was short-lived as Barry forced his cock back into me, pushing the sharp rock into my tender hole. I could feel it scrape my inner walls as it entered. I scream in pain. The crowd roared in a mixture of laughter and sexual excitement. Like before, Barry just started fucking hard and relentless. The agony of torture shuttered through me as I felt the burn in my hole. This didn’t go on for too long before I had a sudden urge to want to be fucked. This desperate need to remain full crept in. The T was kicking in. ‘I don’t think I can hold on much longer.’ Barry announced in an unsteady voice. ‘Knowing that you are neg has got me too excited… FUCK! I can feel it. I’m about to shoot my poz load in you. Fuckkkk! Are you on prep?’ ‘No!’ I moaned in my confusing state of excitement.’ ‘Fuck! Argh, Ahhh!!. Fuck, I’m cumming!!’ Barry held tight, deep inside me. He bent over my body, head pressed against my chest and I felt his cock pump jet after jet of his toxic load into me. ‘Hurry up, Barry. I can’t wait any longer.’ The last vision I saw before Bob slipped the blindfold over my eyes was Barry being pushed out of the by an older, hairless man with a long, possibly 10-inch cock. I couldn’t see his face in the shadows, but I could tell he was easily in his 60s. Barry's slick cock yanked out of my hole, and the old man pushed his knob in. His cock pushed into my puffy hole with force as my blindfold slipped over my eyes. The night was a trail of cock after cock being fucked into me. I was drunk on cum, T and poppers. Occasionally, someone would press a rag over my face, forcing me to breathe, and I would have a sudden out-of-body moment. There were times when I must have been vacant from my mind and body as, at points, I would wake feeling that there was someone different fucking me. There was a point where I woke up with the blindfold off, and I saw this old hairy man with saggy man tits, easily in his 80s, pumping away at my loose hole. I watched him stare at my smooth young body while he licked his scaly lips, entirely in his own world while he fucked away at me. Then he groaned and moaned. I knew what he was doing. ‘Fuck yeah faggot!’ Someone in the crowd yelled out. ‘The guy has full-blown AIDS.’ ‘What a pig. I have never seen a cunt take so much dirty cum.’ The old man pulled out; I felt my loose hole try to hold in all the cum, but it was too much. Gush after gush of random loads squirted out of me. This didn’t last long. Another random old man entered me, while the blindfold went over my eyes and a pipe pressed me to mouth. ‘Smoke.’ I took 3 massive hits. I was spun. My body was wet with sweat and piss. Guys pissed on me; some even made me drink their piss as they made me suck their cock. I could taste the resentence of cum and arse juices. I never cleaned out, so there was always this worry that all these cocks might reach something I don’t want to taste. But my mind was too fucked to think too heavily about that thought, and by this stage, there was no telling how long I was here and how many strangers fucked and bred me. The room smelt like a dirty bathroom. Occasionally a bloke will just walk over and cum over my face or chest. I could even feel it dry and crust in my hair. Looking in the mirror, I could not recognise the reflection beaming down on me. Bob said I would become nothing but a cum rag. And that’s precisely what I could see looking down on me. ‘Hey guys,’ I heard Barry call out. ‘Who wants to double dick the cunt?!’ Fuck no. I thought. But strangely, I felt my cock tingle at the thought. I have never had two dicks in me at once. ‘Look at this. The fuck rag is getting a stiffie over the thought of being fucked by two cocks at once.’ There was a keyboard tone ringing in the background. Was someone on a computer? I thought. ‘Hang on, boys. I’m about to cum.’ Said the guy raping my hole. He picked up his pace; he was getting close. The keyboard sound was getting louder and louder, as he pumped harder and harder. ‘HERE I CU…..’ ‘Wake up.’ I felt my body being shaken. ‘Wake up.’ My eyes opened to my face pressed heavily against my computer keyboard. Then, my eyes adjusted to see my boyfriend looking down at me. ‘What are you doing?' I turned my head, and in my hazy eyesight, I could see my computer screen with a X-twitter on the browser and an image of two older blokes fucking a younger guy on an ottoman with big, bold writing across the images saying, Retweet if you love strangers pozzing you. ‘Are you into poz play? Do you want to get pozzed?’ ‘What? Um, what?’ ‘You disgusting pig. I knew there was a reason I couldn’t touch you. Have you been getting fucked by poz guys?’ ‘No.’ I mumbled. ‘But you want to?’ I couldn’t find the strength to speak. ‘Maybe, I should whore you out. Sell off your status.’ My ears twitched. Did I hear that right? I thought. I looked up at my boyfriend, who had this evil grin. ‘Let’s make some money, faggot.’ The corner of his grin slightly lifted. ‘Maybe I need to give you a little bit of influence.’ And he held up a bag of T.

The house was worn and weathered. I was light on my feet but heavy in my arms. I was upright, but only with the help of the two Bears. My senses and my mind started to return when we entered. The interior was no better than the outside. The furniture was old and tattered, and it was from an era I was not born in. The leather couches were torn and worn down. The walls were dirty, smoke-stained white, and covered in graffiti with provocative imagery. Cocks, Arse, fuck scenes, all kinds of gay male pig fantasies, and the carpet was sticky like an old pub. The odour wafting was a mixture of body fluid matted deep into it. But it was a cramped crowd of men that took me by surprise. The Bears were correct when he said they were the nasty of the nastiest. It was dark and difficult to see faces, but from what I could observe through my blurry, hazy vision, there wasn’t anyone younger than 40ish. ‘The young ones avoid places like this piglet.’ Bear one spoke. It was like he read my mind. ‘Yeah. Young ones are always pretentious.’ Barry followed. ‘But occasionally, we find real whores like you.’ I felt hands touch, prod and pinch me as the Bear escorted me through the crowd. The house grew darker the deeper we went in. We entered a snug room illuminated with only a red light. Barry held me up as Bear One went behind me, gripped my pants and tore them off. I was bare naked, rock hard. I don’t even know where my shirt went. Did I leave it at the club where Matt fucked me? Bear one trailed his large fingers over my tiny bubble butt, then aggressively pulled my cheeks apart while Barry bent me forward. My wet, tender hole was exposed. I felt the air being blown into my hole. I couldn’t help but squeeze it tight with every breath. ‘Mm. Grr.’ Bear One mumbled as he cupped his lips around my tight whisker. I could feel his thick beard scratching at my soft skin as he pressed his strong tongue against my tight hole. His strength was overpowering as he forced it through, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. Barry kept my head down, and I watched as he undid his denim jeans, slipping them past his enormous thighs. He pressed my face into his crotch, leaving me no choice but to lick and suck and endure the rank, nasty taste of his yellow-stained white jockstrap cupping his massive bulge. What felt like hours must have only been moments as I ate up the disgusting body fluids deliberately left to fuse with the jockstrap. Bear One worked my hole open with his tongue. I could feel myself loosening up. I began to enjoy it when he suddenly stopped. ‘I don’t want you too open, pig boy. I want you to feel my cock break you open.’ I breathed in a breath of stale air as they lifted me and placed me in a sling in the middle of the room. My body was still weak from the drugs coursing through my veins as they cuffed me in. I was spread wide. My hole is fully exposed. Barry tossed a red ball gag on my chest. Bear One grabbed my cock and began to toss it. ‘Please don’t.’ ‘We like to use our piglets cum as lube.’ Bear one growled. He wasn’t waiting. He pumped hard. I was so horny I knew it wasn’t going to take long. This was when Barry slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t hold on any longer as I felt squirt after squirt of my load that was built up since my last wank a few nights earlier coat my stomach and chest. I tasted the flavour of saltiness on my lips as one of my sprays reached my lips. Before I could lick it up, Barry pressed his lips over mine and pashed me intensely while sucking up my cum. The calm relaxing tingles through my veins as my orgasm subsided while Bear One scooped up my cum from my body. He fingered it into my hole. ‘Good boy. You are nice and wet… Ready for my cock.’ Barry murmured as he watched Bear One push his fingers in deep. I find that once I cum, I lose all desire to keep fucking and have a sudden urge to fall asleep. This moment was no different. ‘Stop. I have to go.’ I begged in a groggy voice while trying to squirm my way off Bear One’s fingers The bears both laughed. ‘Please! I have to go. My partner will be worried.’ Barry pushed a bottle under my nose. ‘Sniff, boy.’ I held off at first. But Barry kept nudging my head. I took two long whiffs in each nose, and a sudden buzz of a feeling hit me. My blood coursed as I felt my heart pump. Barry pushed the ball gag into my mouth. I could taste the remanence of my cum on it. Bear One pressed the head of his cock to my juiced-up hole. I was spinning in all sorts. Barry whispered into my ear. ‘You are ours for the night, piglet. You are going to get turned out. Fuck you with our poz cocks. Recharge you with our toxic loads while we keep you high as fuck.’ Poz cocks? I thought. These guys are HIV-positive. I struggled with the wrist restraints. I tried to say that I was negative and not on prep. But the ball gag was big, and my jaw was stretched out. All that came through was mumble. That’s when I felt Bear One’s knob press hard against my hole. He went in balls deep. I scream in agony. He pulled all the way out, keeping only his head inside me, then forced his way back in. My tight walls gripped Bear One's rock-hard cock, but his force pushed past the grip making it feel like sandpaper to my hole. The chain rattled as Bear One power fucked into me. ‘Oh. I forgot to mention. Bob doesn’t play nice.’ Barry continued, ‘You see. He doesn’t last long; he prefers to go in, fuck hard until he shoots. But don't worry, he gets a second wind and goes back again.’ I tried to scream throughout the ruthless arse raping; I was crying by this point. Barry pressed against my shoulders to ensure that Bob’s thrust smashed harder into me. My load didn’t seem to do much to lube me up. Bob picked up the pace, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. ‘Hear it comes, faggot. Ready to take my poz load.’ He grabbed the straps to the sling and smashed away at my hole. ‘Fuck yeah! Here I cum. Argh!! Fuckkk! I’m cumming.’ He didn’t stop fucking as he shot his load in me. The ruthless pace did not let off. My mind spun, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind that I had just received a poz load into my neg unprotected hole. Guilt struck me. How was I going to explain what had happened to me tonight to my boyfriend? Barry released the pressure from my shoulders. Bob kept fucking as Barry stood beside Bob. Suddenly Bob pulled out completely, and Barry forced his solid steal cock into my wrecked cummy hole. He was longer and had more girth; I felt my hole stretch out further and the sting of my inner hole being ripped open. Bob pressed against my shoulders, similar to what Barry did for Bob as Barry raped me. I tried and begged, but it all fell on deaf ears as Barry fucked away ‘Oh fuck! Barry, I see red. You have broken him.’ Bob announced. ‘This piglet is definitely going to get recharged.’ Barry laughed as he pulled his cock completely out of my hole. I felt a tremendous, cool emptiness for a split moment before his cock went back in. A rag went over my face. Breath in Faggot. I took a deep breath and instantly felt an incredible buzz. My body went numb, and I had an out-of-body moment. I could feel the thumping feeling from Barry’s relentless fucking, and I knew my hole was being destroyed, but I couldn’t feel the pain or torture no more. ‘Oh Shit! That Max Impact has made this pig loosen up.’ Barry picked up his pace. The rag went over my face again. ‘Breath in again.’ I did as I was told. I could hear the sound of a door opening. ‘Oh fuck.’ ‘What do we have here?’ I could hear the sounds and footsteps of other men entering the room. The clanking of buckles hitting the floor and the thud of boots being tossed aside. The drugs were overwhelming, and I passed out. I came to, blindfold was gone. Dark figures moved in closer. The room felt smaller. The red lighting illuminating the rank graffitied walls was blocked from my view. I sat my head back only to find my reflection beaming down upon me. The darkness framed my young, smooth skin and trim body—a sharp pain pierced through the overwhelming distraction of fear. It echoed the thumping pressure in my arse. I felt full. Stretched. A dark figure was between my legs. Meaty, hairy hands cupped my chest. Dry fingers pressing hard against my nipple. The urge to scream was blocked out. My mouth was still full. My jaw was wide. The ball gag was secure. There was nothing I could do to stop the pain. There was nothing I could do to scream.

I worked at Bodyline for a little bit back in the glory days. I saw and got involved in some crazy stuff. I found that just before I left Sydney, the sensitive culture was flooding through, and the freedom of wild fun became a thing to look down upon. I hope the wave changes back again. I have a lot of straight friends, and true to the straight culture, they catch onto the gay trend later on, and I find they are having the wilder and more [banned word] sex, while the gay culture is worried about what gender they should be. Bring back the wild days!!

We need a new venue where it would bring the piggyback to its formal days.

The feeling of pain rippled through my body, followed by the heavy weight on top of me. My arse was full and stretched like never before. Like sandpaper to the rough edges of a wood plank, my inner walls gripped Matt’s ridged cock with every thrust. Matt ferociously pumped into me. How did I get here? I suddenly felt guilty for cheating on my partner. But was I? I didn’t intend this. I wasn’t looking for it. But as much as it hurt, I yearned for it. I craved it. Matt’s lips cupped my neck like a baby to a nipple and sucked intimately on my skin. The sting, mixed in with the rippling pain from my stretched-out arse, clouded my mind from any sensibility. Matt had no intent of letting me go yet. I dragged my dry red eyes down Matt’s sunburnt hairy back to his pasty white arse cheeks, seeing them tighten and retract with every thrust he made. It was then that the rough grinding to my inner walls turned to a slick, lathered feeling. Did he cum? No. His pace remained consistent and forceful, with no concern for my comfort. The air had an aroma of my arse; I worried that it was unclean. But it was clear that Matt did not care. He wanted to fuck. Fuck hard. I moaned in pain and pleasure. The thought of my partner returned to me. This stranger was fucking me. ‘Are you wearing a condom?’ I stammered under my groggy breath. Matt’s hold tightened. I felt a sudden shift in his pace. It shortened and quickened. His suction to my neck tightened. He was biting. Then Matt released his lips from my tender neck. ‘Uuh…Aah.’ My hole painfully stretched slightly further with every pump of his cock. He kept moving in and out of me. It felt like eons as he unloaded. I prayed that he was wearing a condom. Then he stopped, and I felt his tense body relax as he settled his total weight on top of my body. The room was slightly spinning. The drugs were still rife in my system. Matt lifted himself off me. I felt his ridged cock pull away from my hole. My inner walls were still gripping for dear life. Then I felt the head of his cock grip my outer ring. The pain made it clear that his knob was more prominent than his shaft as it broke past, releasing that stretched feeling. ‘Argh!’ It hurt like hell as I felt my walls retract to what I could only hope was its normal size, but it was too slow to prevent the feeling of a cum seeping out. The scent of my arse in the air intensified. Matt lifted himself to his knees. His naked, masculine body was beaming down on me. My dry eyes admired his leathery, hairy body as I trailed down his v-cut to his slick cock. It wasn't dirty, just slick from his man juices. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Matt tossed me another bottle of water and my pants as he lifted himself off the bed. ‘Where are my jocks?’ ‘You won’t need them.’ I needed to rehydrate quickly, so I undid the pre-opened bottle and gulped down the foul-tasting liquid. ‘There is G in this.’ ‘Finish it, boy. Your night is not done yet.’ He said as he lifted his pants over his bare arse cheeks while tucking his semi-hard, slick cock inside. I fell in and out of consciousness. Time was passing by. People. Men talking at me, not to me. I was no longer in the small room. I had the feeling I was no longer at the club. Was Shawn there? I couldn’t tell. I worked all my strength to gain vision of my surroundings. My environment was different. There were men everywhere. Their attire was different. Minimal. Shirtless hairy torsos illuminated by neon lights and hazy smoke. I was at a club, but not the same club I was at before. ‘You are at a leather bar. Relax, kid.’ I heard the familiar voice of Shawn. ‘Welcome back. Matt got you fucked up, ey.’ ‘What, why?’ My head was spacy and incoherent. ‘Stop asking questions you know the answers to.’ He patted me on the back. ‘This is where I leave you. Have the night of your life.’ I watched Shawn disappear into the crowd of half-naked men. I dragged my feet to the bar and squeezed between what I could only describe as furry bears. I felt the pointy studs of a leather harness wrapped around one of the furry bears’ bodies scrape against my arm as I slumped over the sticky, alcohol-stained bar. The bear turned to my side. ‘Watch yourself, little boy. These things are sharp.’ I could smell the overwhelming scent of sweat and sex in the air. The music beat so loud it prevented my mind from concentrating. But I could feel the bear eyeing me off intensively. ‘Nice hickey. Looks like you have been having a good night.’ ‘Apparently, it is not over.’ Did I say that? ‘We have a ripe one here, Barry.’ He commented to the bear on my other side. ‘He looks a little out of it. Did you take something, young man?’ Barry wrapped his arm over my shoulder. ‘Yeah. Matt made me smoke and drink… Um… Well, you know.’ ‘Who the fuck is Matt?’ ‘Is he your boyfriend.’ ‘No. He is… Actually, I don’t know who he is. He fucked me.’ Both bears laughed simultaneously. ‘We have a slutty one here.’ The first bear chuckled in his burly voice. ‘You are sticking with us, little one.’ Barry’s arms pulled me under his sweaty armpit. I felt the moisture slather across my face and lips as I got a taste of Barry’s saltiness. The drugs kept pulling me in and out of awareness. I knew the Bears were talking to me and asking me questions. But I could only half tell what was being said. I felt a big hand slip between the crack of my arse and a large finger circle my hole. This pushed my face deeper into the other bear’s armpit. ‘He’s wet down there. No condom. You poz, boy?’ ‘What?... huh? Yeah, no condom.’ ‘Ah! Good. Poz boy.’ ‘This little slut boy will be perfect for tonight.’ ‘Eagle Tamers?’ ‘Eagle Tamers.’ Barry nodded. I was lifted from under my arms and carried out of the club. The words Eagle Tamers kept penetrating my mind. I knew I was in a vehicle. I was slumped sideways in the back seat. My head rested on denim wrapped over a thick thigh. There was this familiar, dirty scent, like caked-in cum wafting off the fabric. ‘Eagle Tamers.’ I muttered under my breath. ‘Look who’s coming back to reality, Barry.’ The first bear called out to Barry. ‘What’s Eagle Tamers?’ ‘It is a special cruise club, my little piggy.’ Barry called out from the driver’s seat. ‘Only the nastiest of nasty blokes go there.’ The first Bear added. ‘Tonight is Eagle Tamer’s Quarterly Event party. It is going to be a full house.’ I tried to lift myself off the thick thigh and gain focus. ‘I got to get home. My partner must be worried. Can you take me home?’ ‘To Matt?’ ‘No. My boyfriend –‘ ‘Fuck!’ Barry cut in, ‘this little cumdump is a cheating piglet.’ ‘What a little slut bag.’ The first Bear chuckled. Then passed me a bottle filled with a blue liquid, ‘Drink this.’ I was profoundly dehydrated and gulped every bit. ‘Holly shit! The piglet drank the whole lot.’ Barry laughed. The rest of the drive was a complete blur.

Thanks for the insight, gents. The challenge for interstate pigs is that they can only sometimes make it to the private parties. Does anyone have connections with some of these blokes? I'm desperate to be a pig on a spit at one of them. I'm heading back to Melbourne for Christmas. I have planned to have a couple of free nights away from family. No doubt I will end up in a sauna. But I miss the piggy, kinky, dirty side of cruising for sex. I need a wingman—someone who knows how to make it a really piggy event. Anyone interested?

I miss the days of Club 80. Where do the pigs go?

I kept me smoking, and I was spun. His grin told me he was satisfied and took the pipe away from me. The cocktail of drugs fucked with my consciousness. I felt the need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I kept zoning out and coming back to it. Matt slipped his pants off. He wasn’t wearing jocks, and he was ready to fuck by the looks of his thick cock standing to attention. I was on the bed as he leant over and grabbed my pants, yanking them off and rolling me to my front, revealing my peach arse. I heard Matt growl under his breath. He pushed my legs apart using his legs. He was above me, and I was inebriated. I didn’t think I was going to be in this situation. A fleeting moment crossed my mind realising I didn’t prepare to be fucked and hoped I was ok down there. He grabbed my arse cheeks with his rough hands and spread them wide. He wasn’t playing around. My hole was exposed, and he dove in deep. His tongue was long, thick, and strong. I felt it piercing me. For all the drugs I had in my system, my hole still resisted. Possibly because it was close to a year since I had anyone entertain it. God, I hoped it was clean down there. He didn’t complain. I kept hearing him moan within his muffled mouth and my arse. His hands held my arse cheeks tight. It hurt. He didn’t care. He knew what he wanted and wasn’t worried if I was comfortable. ‘Mm. A little dirty… And tight.’ Matt moaned while slightly lifting his face from my arse as he adjusted himself to get a better grip to dive deeper. My back arched in the air with my face buried in the sheets. Matt wrapped his big arms around my legs and pulled my arse cheeks even more expansive, holding them tight with his strong arms; his mouth was like a suction cap to my hole as he forcefully drove deeper inside. I must have passed out at times, losing track of how long we were in this position when I was startled to a semi-conscious level by Matt tossing me onto my back and spreading my legs wide. He held me tight. I could feel his body heat radiating on my skin and the head of his cock pressed against my moist hole. He looked down upon my no doubt bloodshot eyes. I could smell my arse on his breath as he pressed his lips onto mine, pushing my mouth wide open. His tongue dove deep. I could hardly breathe except for the recycled air between his breath and mine. I struggled to pull away, but Matt was too strong and held me tight. I was desperate for air and began to lose consciousness when he pushed his thick cock into my hole, driving it to the base of his cock. I passed out.

He rolled over to the side, and I couldn’t help but look directly at his slick hard-on. My gaze travelled up his rather nice, lightly hairy physique. He was coated in sweat and my mind once again went to licking it up. Then I met him with his returning stare. ‘Like what you see?’ ‘Oh shit. Sorry… Fuck.’ I quickly looked away. ‘Relax, man. I like it when people watch.’ Cindy hopped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of her moist pussy dripping with cum. ‘You didn’t wear a condom.’ ‘I’m a Christian. It’s against my religion.’ He smirked as he, too, hopped off the bed, went to his suit pants, pulled out a small plastic zip-lock bag with powder, and tossed it to me. ‘Pure this on the glass coffee table next to you.’ Then he flung a $100 bill at me. ‘Our night has only just started.’ Then followed Cindy into the bathroom, Hard cock swinging back and forth. It was like I was pumped for life. I knew I chatted Shawn’s ear off to the club. I was energised and eager, licking my lips for something grand. Something spectacular. The music was pumping, laser lights shooting in all directions, and the decor was a far cry better than the brothel. It was crowded, but Shawn seemed to know people, and we got a nice VIP lounge not too far from the bar. I recognised a few celebrities and immediately knew we were in a prestige place. I learnt something new about Shawn. He was a networker. ‘Steve. This is Matt.’ A large veining hand reached out to me. I looked up to see this incredibly handsome-looking man looking down at me as I slipped my hand into his. He was older. Older than Shawn, from what I can tell. ‘I said I would give you a good time, and Matt will help.’ He winked at me. I looked back at Matt, who seemed to be evaluating me. ‘Oh, I see. Shawn, you know I have a partner. I’m ok.’ ‘Shut up.’ Matt growled and lifted me off the couch. ‘You better do as he says, Steve. Matt does and takes what he wants.’ I had no time to contest and was dragged out of the VIP area through the dance flow and out the back through a side entrance to what I could only presume was a private area for VIP members. ‘Shawn told me about your situation.’ ‘Situation?’ He threw me into a dimly lit small room. It was cozy, and it must have been soundproof because the music from the club was muffled to a simple thump in the background. Matt went to a cabinet near the bed and opened what seemed like a mini fridge. He tossed me a bottle with a blue liquid in it. ‘Drink it.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Shut up and drink.’ It had a horrible taste, but it was soon forgotten as I watched him unbutton his white shirt to reveal his solid, hairy body. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the grey mixed through his dark fur. At this moment, I realised I had not reached out to my partner. ‘Fuck! I need to make a call.’ Now wearing only his suit pants, Matt picked me up by my arm and threw me on the bed. ‘You ain’t calling no one.’ And pulled my black tee off over my head. He leant me down my back as he rubbed his large fingers over my smooth skin. He seemed mesmerised, and touching became firmer. I could feel the calluses on his hands. He must do some physical labour. He did this for a while. I guessed he liked what he was seeing. Touching. Then, he moved away and went back to the cabinet. I started to feel a little spacy, light, and kinder horny. ‘You drank a lot of G, boy.’ ‘What the fuck!’ ‘Relax.’ He turned back around, this time with a glass pipe in his. ‘No. No way. Nose candy. Sure. G well, I’ll go with it. But I won’t be having that.’ ‘SHUT UP!’ He pulled me off the bed and made me hole the pipe. It already had sharps in it. He tossed me the lighter. ‘Smoke until I tell you to stop.’ ‘No.’ He grabbed me around the throat and pulled me close. I could smell cigar breath on him. ‘Shawn said you will be resistant. That’s fine. Because I like to fight. I’m in control, and I like my young boys fucked up.’ He pushed the pipe into my mouth and moved my hand with the light to the bulb. I lit up.

A red light illuminated the dirty grey walls. Dark, shadowy figures moved in around me. The room felt small. Or was it that the dark figures filled the space? It was hard to tell from how I was positioned. The tingly feeling in my feet was so strong that they were numb and overpowered my train of thought. My arms stretched far above my head, held tight by what I could only imagine were restraints, equally adding to the interrupting pain, preventing me from focusing on what is, and I would presume, a shitting situation. How did I get here? ‘Not tonight, Steve. Let me sleep.’ Muffing into his pillow. ‘Common, we haven’t fucked in months… I think we are pushing on a year.’ I move my hand over the side of his waist, only to be swatted away. ‘Uugh.’ I tossed and turned, trying to settle my restlessness. ‘Fuck. Steve. Just go and watch TV or something.’ I logged onto my computer. Like routine, I searched for some of the most fucked up porn I could find while I jerked off. Real piggy shit. Nasty men gangbanging guys close to my age. Messy throat fucking porn and hardcore bondage and BDSM play. But it is getting to a point where the porn is just not satisfying. I reflected on how long I had been doing this monotonous routine porn searching and jerking off. I got with my partner soon after I turned 18. I’m 26, and our sex life dried out not long into our third year together. I’m a traditionalist, and I believe in monogamy, and I believe in commitment. Thick or thin, as they say. But here I am. Needs not being met and alone jerking off to what people see as fucked up and completely wrong. I start flicking through hook-up sites, feeling completely guilty for it. I struck up a few chats with a couple of blocks here and there; occasionally, I would get a dick pic and the odd arse hole here and there. I don’t understand why guys sent pictures of their arse holes. They’re not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. Something about chatting with blokes online just felt… Soulless. The routine kept on and on. As I was about to call it, I stumbled across one profile of an older guy I found hot. He was in decent shape and a bit rough-looking. I’m not much for clean-cut guys. But what his profile said struck my interest. He was openly poz, and he seemed a little proud of it. I realised I was jerking harder than usual. I couldn’t control myself and emptied my balls over my smooth, defined chest. ‘What are you all dressed up for?’ ‘Far well drink with work mate. You know Lisa. She’s finished up with the firm… You were invited, remember.’ I straighten up my belt, checking my appearance in the mirror. Looking sharp, I thought. I could feel a shift in my partner’s energy, ‘Well. Long are you gonna be?’ ‘I don’t know.’ The guilt crept up inside. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, checking myself in the reflection of the splash back in the kitchen as I strutted past. ‘What about me.’ ‘I won’t be long.’ I gave him a peck on the lips and left. The bar was hustling, and my work colleagues were in a party mood. I was torn between wanting to be part of their level of party and the guilt of not returning to my partner. My boss pressed another beer into my chest. I have a good friendship with my boss. I had worked with him for about three years. We spoke about personal shit, and I have opened up about my sex life and he… Well, he isn’t shy about his. Shawn was a married man. Two kids under 14. But he isn’t innocent. For an older bloke, he can get any pussy he likes, and he does. Our after-work chats always end up with him telling me how he banged some bird the other night. And I’m telling you, I thought I had a fucked up perverted sense of taste. He would have to be just as fucked up, if not worse. He’s told me stories of sharing his wife with other men. He gets a real kick seeing strangers shooting their load into his wife and then going in after. I’m always rock hard when he tells me, and he knows it too. Tonight is no different. We sat out on the deck with Shawn telling me yet another one of his conquests. ‘Fuck. I must have drunk too much.’ My eyesight was blurry, and I felt a little drowsy. ‘Shut up. I’m taking you out on a good night, Steve. No calling it early like you always do.’ And he didn’t let me leave. The crowd thinned out, and I was beginning to feel shitfaced. Soon, there were only the two of us. ‘Common mate. It's time to really party. I’m going to introduce you to a few fellas that I know. But first. We need to make a pit stop.’ And sure enough, we stopped by a brothel. ‘Jacob. What are we doing here… Mate? I can barely keep my eyes open.’ ‘Shh.’ We were on the couch as the ladies came out of the back room one by one, as though they were Jacob's personal catalogue. ‘Hi, I’m Cindy.’ The brunette bombshell said, flirting with Shawn. ‘Shawn. You remember I am gay, right.’ ‘Shh… Hi Cindy. Wanna play.’ ‘I sure do. Come with me. Shawn got up to follow, nudging me to come with them. The room was what you would expect when going to a brothel: distasteful and over the top with velvet and oddly chosen furniture. I slumped into the chair in the corner. Shawn wasted no time getting busy with Cindy. I must have passed out. The sounds of thumping and muffling moans and groans first caught my consciousness. My lids scrapped against my dry eyes. And like I said earlier. An arse hole is not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. And Shawn’s arse is one of those grand visions. It was like it sobered me up as I watched his cheek flex every time he pumped his cock in Cindy. I was instantly throbbing and felt the strain of my cock pressed hard against my stomach from my tight jocks. He picked up pace. I couldn’t help but imagine licking the sweat built up in the matted bit of hair just above his arse crack. Trails of sweat wept across his burning skin as he held Cindy tight to his body while pumped away like it was the last fuck of his life. ‘Haah… Uugh.. Aaah...’ He moaned, and I knew. His arse cheeks held firm. Cindy’s legs wrapped around him tighter. I had to do everything in my power not to… Release.

I'm heading to Sydney in a couple of weeks. I only have Monday night free. What s bunker like on a Monday night?

Is the Bunker still open? I'm heading to Sydney for work, early Feb. I have one free night and I want to make the most of it. The sleazier, the best. I'm out to be a real pig and finish the night not having a clue who fucked and bred. head home burping cocks.