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Hey guys. I've been reading these forums for a while but this is my first time posting. I've barebacked with ex boyfriends before and barebacked occasionally during a drunk one night stand or two, but as a lot of you seem to have felt, I've always known that I love barebacking and that the idea of taking loads from strangers or groups is the absolute hottest thing in the world to me. I can't get off to porn with condoms and even thinking about getting in a sling at a bathhouse and taking endless raw dick makes me hard as fuck. But, like a lot of people, I am still scared to just start taking loads left and right like I want to. I feel like this is a pretty normal hesitation and deep down I think eventually I'll turn into a complete cumdump, but it's hard to know when to take the first step. So I was just wondering for those of you who went through a similar process, what was it that finally set you over the edge and made your fantasies start to be realities?

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

This is my first time writing something like this, but reading all these stories I thought I would try my hand at it. Feed back is always great, and if you like it I'll keep writing. --How I Became A Cumdump: the Story of a 'Condoms Only' 20 Somethings Transformation My name is Mark, I’m 24, five foot nine, one hundred and sixty pounds and decidedly average. I have always been a bottom, when I was a teenager when other guys were tugging their dicks, I was fingering my hole. Eventually I graduated to getting cucumbers out of the refrigerator nightly and pounding my hole into a pulp. So when I went to college and started having sex with guys there was no question that I would be taking their cocks, but until I was 21 I was a self proclaimed condom Nazi: no unwrapped cocks were entering my hole. So what changed when I was 21? Well, I met Anthony. Anthony was everything I wasn’t. I was a paie blond boy, Anthony was a tall dark haired beast of a man. I was small, whereas Anthony stood around six foot two. I had a slight build, whereas Anthony was made of solid thick rippling muscles. I was smooth, whereas Anthony was covered all over in thick dark course hair. My hole twitched as soon as I saw his profile on Adam4adam. I had just finished my classes for the day was had logged on to see if any of my usual hookups were online for that night when I saw him on the New Member’s page. “ItalianTop34” his screen name read and below it a picture of his perfectly sculpted chest and stomach. I stared at the thumbnail for a long moment taking in the dark nipples the dark hair swirling down out of frame. I felt my hole twitching eagerly. I clicked on his picture and started reading: he was 34 years old, six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds, and most impressively of all, a total top, with a nine inch cock. I typed a quick message to him, complimenting his picture and telling him to hit me up sometime, after hovering over the send button my hole gave another powerful twitched and I clicked send. For the next twenty minutes I chatted with a few regular fuck buddies making some tentative plans for later, tried to start on a paper for my European Literature class until I heard that familiar buzz from the a4a in box and pulled the website back up. It was him. My heart skipped a beat as I opened his message and read “hey there kid, cute pics, what brings you on here tonight?” I typed hurriedly: “looking for some fun tonight, need something to distract me from these papers.” Not a whole minute later: “a distraction? what sort of distraction?” We carried on like that for a few more messages culminating in him giving me his address. “Be there in an hour” was my last message to him. I quickly ran to the bathroom and cleaned up, getting ready to take his massive cock. My heart was pounding and my stomach seemed to be bouncing. I always get that feeling when I know a big cock is in my near future. Twenty minutes later I dashed out of my apartment in a pair of basket ball shorts, no underwear, of course, (a good bottom doesn’t need underwear), and a plain white t-shirt. I jumped in my car and drove the twenty minutes to his place. For a brief moment I sat in the car looking at the red brick building before rushing up to the little side door he had told me to use. His apartment was on the fourth floor at the top of the building and right inside the white painted door was a staircase leading up to his doorway. I knocked quickly and then stepped back waiting. I heard movement on the other side of the door and then it swung open quickly revealing Anthony for the first time in the flesh. He stood there in the door way in just a pair of running shorts, not the long kind people wear now but the short ones from the 80’s, a thing sheen of sweat seemed to glisten on his massive chest, there was about a day's worth of beard growing on his square jaw, but now standing in front of him it was his eyes that struck me the most. They were the brightest blue I had ever seen in someone’s eyes and they shown out like two brilliant pools from under his thick dark brow. He smiled, “Well you really didn’t wanna write that paper did you boy, you’re twenty minutes early. I went for a quick run before you came over, makes me last longer,” even this brief mention of sex was enough to make my hole twitch again and my cock begin to harden, “and I was gonna take a shower for yah, but now you’re here. Guess you could have a seat and wait for me to go get cleaned up.” “Oh no that’s alright,” I stammered. I don’t know why but the faint smell of manly sweat that was wafting from him into the hall way was making my cock begin to grow even harder. Anthony noticed, he chuckled and said “Look at you, springing wood on the stairs. You must really want this,” and with that he grabbed his meaty cock though the running shorts pressing its impressive profile against the thin fabric. Even soft the thickness of his cock was amazing and I was now hard as a rock all 6.5 inches of me straining against my shorts. “Come in kid,” he said stepping aside to let me in. He closed the door behind me, and then led the way down a narrow hall to the first room, the living room. It was nice with a big couch a few chairs a massive built in bookcase one wall and a giant television on the other. Anthony grabbed a remote off the coffee table and clicked it in the direction of the television which began to hum to life. “You want a beer?” he asked. “Sure,” I replied. “Have a seat. I’ll bring them through.” He left and I sat down on the massive couch looking at the television which now showed the symbol for some network connection and then after a moment of processing an image sprung up on the screen. A boy about my age was on his back on a hotel bed while a man old enough to be his father pounded the boy’s hole. The moans of the boy could be heard around the room from the surround sound system. I watched as two more men came into frame and one of them pushed his fat cock down the boy’s throat and the other moved round to where the first man was still plowing the boy. The first man seemed to get the hint and pulled out so that the new man could take his place inside the bottom. Then I realized I was watching bareback porn. I suddenly felt hot. My hole twitched, and my cock throbbed. I had never watched bareback porn before on principal and I was suddenly kicking myself for it. The boy writhed as the new man began to force is raw cock into his hole but soon enough the new man as pounding away with the same gusto as the first man. It was around this time that I slid my hand down the front of my shorts, spread my legs and began to rub my hole. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Anthony with two beers in his hands smiling at me. God how long had he been there watching me feel up my own hole to his porn. Looking back that had probably been part of his plan, to get me even more horned up with bareback porn, but how was I to know that at the time? Chuckling, Anthony walked over with the two beers and, although the couch could seat four, he sat down next to me, presumably so he could stretch his big arm around as he sat down. I suddenly found myself engulfed in that same manly smelly and it was intoxicating. I breathed deeply a few times and then turned so that my noise was right next to his pit and took a deep whiff. “You are quite the pig boy. First you’re so excited for cock you get here early, then I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re going at your hole and now it’s all you can do to keep from sticking you whole face in my sweaty stinking pit. Well go on boy, get in there and get a good taste.” He took his arm from around me and held it over his head exposing his thick bushy pits. After the very briefest of hesitations I dove in, first just sniffing and then sticking my tongue in and licking all over tasting the sweet salt of his sweat. I must have gone at his pit for five minutes. I was so entranced with the smell and the taste that I didn’t notice that he had lowered his hand until I felt his fingers sliding down the back of my shorts. As soon as I felt one of his digits graze my hole I pulled my head from his pit, rocked my body forward to give him better access and buried my head in his crotch. I could feel his cock beginning to swell and press against the little shorts and before he had even worked one finger inside me the head had slipped out of one of the legs of his shorts. I quickly engulfed his cock head and began to make out with the uncut monster that would soon change my life forever. I felt one and then two fingers slide inside my hole and begin to stretch me out. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of my ass and brushed me away from his cock. “Strip,” he ordered. Hurriedly I stood up and tossed my t-shirt off into a corner and quickly shucked my shorts off as well. After looking at me for what seemed like forever Anthony smiled and slid his own shorts off. Although I had had had his cockhead in my mouth, I was still not prepared for what I saw: that massive beautiful piece of dark uncut Italian meat that sprung up and pressed against his furry abs. I whimpered as I looked at it, yearning to have it inside of me again. “Well don’t just stand there and look at it, start sucking boy.” I fell to my knees and Anthony grabbed his beer and sat back. Opening my mouth wide I began to work as much as I could of that monster into my mouth as quickly as I could. Anthony for his part just say back and drank his beer while I hooked his cock down. Once I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat I swallowed deeply and felt it slide down my throat, Anthony moaned loudly. I worked his cock like that until he finished his beer, sometimes deep throating it sometimes pulling back and working the shaft of his big low hanging balls. All the while in the background I could here the noises of that boy being bred by those three men and it made me even hornier. So by the time Anthony finally finished his beer and pulled me up off of his cock I had reached bitch in heat horny. The combination of his sweaty musk, the boy being bred on the television and the prospect of having that amazing cock sliding into my boy hole slightly had turned me into a cockhound. “You ready for me to work that hole,” he asked me, holding onto both sides of my face while he did. I just nodded. “Go behind the couch and bend over. I want you to watch this next video coming up while I eat your sweet boy-cunt.” I had never heard it called that before, but I liked it. I dashed behind the couch and bent over with my chest resting on the back and my arms hanging over. Anthony took his sweet time walking round, first starting another video from what seemed to be a massive porn archive. Just before the video began I felt a hot wet tongue pressing against me hole and arched my back. The image of another boy appeared on the screen. He had that blissful, fucked-out look that can only come to a bottom from servicing tops who need them. The camera was held by the top and he zoomed in on his raw cock siding into the boys now slack and cum covered hole. I gasped as Anthony had just slid his tongue inside me. I began to thrust back against him. The boy on the screen was moaning in ecstasy as the top’s fat cock stretched his already sloppy boy-cunt. As Anthony started to add fingers into the mix I thought for the first time 'God I’m jealous of that boy'. I heard moment behind me and felt Anthony remove his tongue and fingers but I was too engrossed with watching the fat cock pound cum out of the boy’s hole to look behind me. Then at the same moment several things happened. I felt a slight pressure on my hole, the camera on screen changed positions for a second and I saw that the top pounding this boy into oblivion was no other then the one who not three seconds ago had been eating my hole, and lastly I felt my hole explode inwards as Anthony slammed his massive tool home. I let out a scream, and tried to turn and face him but he held me firm and kept his cock in place. We both stood like that for a moment while I caught my breath again. “Please tell me you put a condom on?” I spluttered through racked breaths. “I only fuck raw kid. If you would have read my profile more carefully instead of just looking at the pictures you would know that.” And with that he began to pull out and then just as suddenly as the first time slammed back in. My hole stretched quickly under his assault, and just as quickly I began to feel waves of pleasure with each thrust so powerful that I forgot all about the condom. The boy on the video was gasping and moaning just like I was as I clung to the sofa for support. It was just as things started to feel good that I realized something felt different about this fuck. I realized it wasn’t just that my hole was being stretched wider then probably ever before, but I felt more in tune with Anthony - as he pounded me I felt like I could feel every bump and twist in his massive cock. I knew that it was because his cock was in me raw, that I could feel all of it. I don’t know how I came to understand this, but I did. The video ended with Anthony shouting as he filled up the boy with his load. That will be me soon I though somewhere deep in my mind, and instead of panicking I was excited. I wanted him to fill me up, to dump his load in my boy-cunt. Anthony pulled out from my hole completely, leaving me gaping and empty. Then his face showed-up right next to mine. Fuck sweat running along his cheeks, “On the floor boy. Now that you know your place as a raw bottom, it's time to teach you how to be a cumdump.” His strong hands knocked me to the ground and I positioned myself on my back, my feet resting on his shoulders. He wasted no time in sliding his cock back inside my now loose sloppy cunt. And then the pounding began again, sometimes slowly and sometimes like he was trying to break up concrete. As drops of sweat fell from him landing all over my body, his gaze never left mine. He told me what a sweet hole I had and how when he was done with it I would really be a bottom boy like I was meant to be. I just whimpered and moaned like the boy in the video. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried balls deep in my hole, and said “Tell me what you want.” I was unsure of what to say, so I gasped, “I want you to pound my hole.” “No boy, tell me what you really need, tell me what you need for this fat raw cock up your cunt.” His load, that was what I wanted. Ever sense I had seen the boy in the second video being bred by the magnificent cock that was currently pulsing deep inside my ass. “Your load,” I muttered. “I can’t hear you.” “I want your load. I want you to cum inside me.” “You want me to fill you with my spunk?” “Yes, fill me up!” “You wanna get bred, don’t you?” “Yes, please, breed me!” “Good boy.” And with that he resumed pounding but this time quicker and more animalistic. Every so often he would grunt out, “Tell me how much you want my load?” “More then anything" I would reply. After about ten more minutes of relentless fucking he half moaned half shouted, “You ready to become a cumdump?” “God yes.” “Good 'cause here come my load.” He slammed all the way into my ass and I could feel his cock pulsing as the cum rushed into my gut giving me a warm sticky feeling inside. Guys had cum in condoms while fucking me before but it was nothing like this. I had never felt so fulfilled sexually and yet so lustful at the same time. I knew I had served my purpose but I wanted more. Anthony rocked back and forth forcing my hole to milk every last drop of cum from my hole before he pulled his still rock hard cock out. I felt so empty as my legs fell from his shoulders and he stood up. I just lay there looking up at the Italian god who had just bred my hole, given me my first load. I reached back and felt my sloppy hole. Anthony had been right to call it a cunt and truly I no longer had a tight boy hole, but a wet sloppy loose cunt. And I loved it. I fingered myself a little, and then stuck my cummy fingers in my mouth and sucked. Anthony just watched, a smile of satisfaction on his face. After a few moments I made to get up but Anthony said “Just lay there for a minute, I’m not done with you yet.” He left the room and I went back to fingering my messy hole. I could hear that Anthony was on the phone for a moment and then I heard what sounded like typing and then another phone call, a bit more typing and then silence. Then he was back, still hard as a rock with a big grin on his face. “Damn boy, you’re just going to town aren’t you?” I stopped for a moment and bushed. I has been so intrigued by my new sloppy hole that I hadn’t noticed that I had shoved in four fingers as deep as they would go and was now pounding away. “Get those fingers out of there so I can give you another load before your evening really gets going, boy.” I didn’t know what he meant about 'my night getting going' but I did know that I wanted his cock back inside of me, as well as more of his warm hot cum, so I pulled my fingers out of my ass cleaned the off in my mouth and rolled over onto all fours presenting him with my still gaping hole. He chuckled, squatted down behind me and easily slid his fat cock inside and began pounding away again. Just as Anthony was really picking up steam and I could tell that my second load of the night was on its way there was a firm knock on the door. Anthony paused for a moment to shout “It’s open,” before returning to pounding me....

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. When I was a kid and would occasionally be invited to a friend’s house for dinner, I always found it odd that the kids (me) were served a plate of food, portioned out for them, and there was an expectation they clean their plate. I always thought, “I didn’t choose how much was on the plate, but now I’m forced to eat everything anyway? I don’t like canned green beans!” Then there was the “May I have another/second helping?” permissive question. I could see additional food was available, was it being withheld for some reason? My mother was an amazing cook, and as a family, we tried to eat together 3-4 times a week. I miss those days before cell-phones and the internet… My mom would call up the stairs “DINNER TIME!” or during the summer she literally had an airhorn she would fire off front the front driveway, mostly for me, which told me I needed to come home for dinner. Within 10 minutes, we’d all be in the kitchen, grabbed our plates, and served ourselves. We’d occasionally prompt each other if something was new – “you should try this, you’ll like it” or “if you’re not gonna have the green beans, then you’re having…” It taught me to not let my eyes be bigger than my stomach, and also, to know when there was balance between food groups. Whatever lessons I learned from the different styles of having a family meal from my childhood, it meant absolutely nothing when it came to this experience. Balance? No. Personal choice? No. Idea what was next? No. Hunger for second helpings? Yes! Still and enduringly blindfolded, I hoped off the table and felt the plastic sheathing under my feet, slightly damp from piss. The majority of it had stayed on the table, but I could hear it start to drip down now that I wasn’t indenting the pad. My jock was soaked, my dick felt wet, my hole felt wet and cum filled, my hair was wet, my body was wet. I might as well have just jumped out of the shower or out of a pool – except it was all piss and cum from some unknown number of guys. Jacob held my bicep and started to lead me in to the living room towards the “drinks” area. “He looks like a fucking piss pig now!” and “He’s literally dripping piss all over his body” were my welcome messages, among others. It felt really strange (not in a bad way) to be blindfolded, not able to see, yet have everyone see you on full display. I determined that everyone was in the living room at that point, because there was literally no sound in the rest of the house. It was at this point that I determined that half of the people I thought were there had left…probably when I heard the door open and shut a couple of times. I didn’t know then if they were coming and going but it was clear they had left. I wanted to ask “can I have a water?” “how many people are here?” “did any of you fuck me? did any of you fuck me more than once?” “who gave me loads?” “is everyone that’s fucked me or pissed on me or whatever still here?” but I had not been spoken to or asked a question, so I just stood there. I couldn’t even make eye contact or exactly tell where people were… Ethan was in front of me. I only knew it was Ethan because he grabbed me on the shoulder and I could tell by the way he squeezed that it was just like he had done so when all of this had begun. He reached around the back of my head with the same hand, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so it was tilted towards the ceiling. “Open your mouth, Boy!” “Yes sir!” I complied and he started to pour water into my mouth…dumping water into my mouth was more accurate. I wasn’t choking but there was cold water flowing into my mouth and out of my mouth because I couldn’t swallow, hitting my face and running down my body. It was cool enough make me shiver and as it reached my jock, I felt my dick twitch a little bit, recoiling from the cold. Two or three guys came over to play with me while Ethan put the bottle to my lips and let me take normal sips of water. One guy was in front of me on his knees and had pulled my jockstrap down below my balls and got access to my dick. He started sucking on my piss-soaked dick while pulling on my balls. He’d occasionally reach back with his hand and finger my cummy hole, so I was continuing to get my hole worked. My hole at this point felt pretty wide open and ready for more. I hadn’t had anyone suck my dick this whole time…it had only been slapped and pulled. Having my dick sucked by this guys warm mouth felt amazing. I’m a verbal top and a verbal bottom – always have been. I wanted to tell the guy to “suck my dick” and any of the 10000000000 other things I could have said, but I held it all in. It created this tension in my body that made me want to cum. I had finished the water and Ethan had moved away. The two other guys had positioned themselves, one in front and one in back. Behind me, the guy had taken over ongoing duty fingering my hole, smacking my ass checks, spreading my hole with fingers, and with the other hand, squeezing my shoulders. The guy sucking my dick had moved closer to my body and had my dick deep in my mouth and the other guy seemed to be standing over him. He was working my nipples, would occasionally grab my dick and feed it to the dick sucking guy. This was another moment where there was so much happening it was hard to tell…the guy in the back would reach around and also grab my dick, or squeeze my nipples, my hair would get grabbed. I could hear Ethan and Jacob and Alex talking to the other guys, past where the drinks were and about 10-15 feet away. “Let’s get going then!” I heard Ethan say, now loud enough for me to understand what he was saying. I had never seen him do this before this time, but he clapped again, like he had done before – kind of like a coach in a locker room letting the players know it was time to take the field. There was new animation in the room and the guy on the ground took his dick off my mouth and the other two stepped back as well. It was clearly Jacob and Alex who were now side by side next to me, holding my arms. I realized I hadn’t known up to this point where Alex had been. I suppose he must have been in the living room the whole time. They turned me around, back towards where the table was but more in the direction of the metal tub. I remembered it from earlier but hadn’t thought of it in a while. If the theme of the night was watersports, and given EVERYTHING that we’d already done, what could be next that requires this tub? Alex lifted up my leg once we reached the trough and helped me get in. (Pigs at the Troff was, at that time, one of my favorite pornos and still is, so the fact that I was being put in a trough for the first time in my life was not lost on me). “Boy, down!” Jacob commanded and instinctually dropped to my hands and knees, then repositioned myself so that I could lower my body down to the floor. I realized immediately I could have done a better job, because my ass at this point was in facing the center of the tub, and I imagined that isn’t where it was supposed to be. My suspicion was reaffirmed. Ethan smacked my ass hard while Jacob grabbed my hair and pulled me to the left so as to spin me around. “How the fuck is anyone going to get to your hole that way?” Ethan said. My ass was now resting on the edge of the trough, facing outward. My head was nearly in the center of the trouble, like the minute hand on a clock. I had an ah-ha moment – more piss fucking was ahead! And it didn’t take long. With the EDM still playing and porno still playing and coming from multiple directions, I was now also surrounded on all sides by however many guys were left at this party. I could hear guys stroking their dicks, or someone else’s dick, someone was getting their dick sucked on my left. And then I felt something I had not ever felt before, and I don’t think I have since. At first, it felt like a spatula, but it had a softer edge and a harder middle – like a paddle but soft on the outside. The first smack of whatever the fuck it was definitely made me lunge forward a bit, and I was thankful that the Humbler was nowhere near me. Whoever was using this slapper thing was alternating between my ass cheeks, occasionally running the flat paddle between my cheeks and over my hole. It stopped briefly and then I heard Ethan say, “Now watch this.” The next smack of the paddle was not even as hard as they had been but shot through my body from head to toe. The next one the same thing. And the next and the next, increasing and decreasing in force. Regardless of how much force was used, the sensation was like when you would accidentally shock yourself on an outlet. Oh shit, is this some eSTIM thing? I didn’t know until the paddle was placed between my ass cheeks and the electricity was engaged. FUUUUUCK! I moaned and yelled so loud there was no way that someone out on the street wouldn’t have heard me. But the stimulation was so intense I wasn’t even making my normal involuntary sounds. Every noise that came out of me was punctuated “ah ah ah ah ah” as though I was getting pounded, presumably from the waves of electricity flowing through me. I must have looked like an epileptic freak show. I was nowhere near in the proper position anymore, my arms were flailing from side to side, I was about 50% sitting upright but thrashing my body from side to side, I kept reaching back only to have people pull my arms away…the paddle just kept moving up and down between my ass cheeks and over my hole, sending electricity in to my body. I felt like my body was moving at the speed of sound. After maybe thirty seconds, the paddle was removed. I fucking loved it but FUCK! I don’t think that’s something I could take a lot of. As I thought about it, my ass has more fat and my hole was pretty much worked so if this had been applied to another part of my body (like my dick, or nipples, or anywhere) I think I might have lost it. I could totally have seen myself cumming hands free had they continued. Before I could even fully get my body back into an ass up position, the piss started flowing. One guy pissing from in front me, the other from behind me and to the side. The hot piss felt amazing, and I was just enjoying the warmth after the cold water from before. I heard the pump of the big lube container, and someone was positioning themselves behind me, pulling my hips back so that my ass hung over the edge of the trough. The pissing from both sides continued for just a while longer while the guy behind me got his dick up to my hole and thrust his dick inside. None of the fucking I’d received up to this point had been gentle, or slow, and all of the guys had a certain love for really ramming their dicks in hard from the start. Having had all the dick I had at this point, it was much easier to take but still made me gasp as he got his dick all the way inside me. Without the gag, I was making a ton more moaning and growling noises, and completely in a sex haze, moaned out loud and in a commanding way, “Oh, fuck my hole deep with you dick! Breed my hole!” I knew instantly I had broken one of my commands and hoped that no one would care, but Ethan and Jacob both responded within seconds and Alex stepped in to the trough near my head. Ethan used the paddle to smack my ass several times and Jacob did the same on the other side of my ass with his hand. These were punishments that would leave a red mark, and it stung, even while the guy behind me continued to have his dick buried in me. Alex at the same time smacked me across my face, pulled my hair and in a way I hadn’t heard him talk up to this point, said, “You don’t fucking talk unless we talk to you. You don’t fucking speak, unless we ask you to. You understand Boy?” He put his hand over my mouth and squeezed his hand on both of my cheeks to make my mouth open, then shoved his dick in my mouth. “If you fuck up again, the next thing gagging you is not going to be enjoyable!” The guy fucking me had started fucking for real while all of this was happening and clearly was turned on by it because only about 30 seconds after, he started to grunt, “I’m gonna shoot a load in him! I’m gonna fucking cum!” And he loaded me up with a big load, I could feel it. There’s no way this could have been his second of the night, because as soon as he stopped shooting, he pulled out and I could feel cum still coming out of his dick. “I’m tapping in, man!” said another guy and he quickly replaced the dick that had just filled me full of jizz. “Oh fuck man – this hole. What a fucking slut!” He didn’t just thrust in deep but started rapid fucking me from the jump. He was breathing heavy at first but then someone put a dick in his mouth, so he was making slobbering noises on some dick while he was fucking my hole. Another stream of piss started flowing all over my back, moved up to my neck and hair, then down to my lower back. The trough at this point was meaningless as my ass was hanging over the edge, but the guy kept pissing. “Man, this pussy is so slick and wet and loose…” and the guy on the other side of the dude fucking me then started pissing on me, while I continued to get my hole pounded. The guy fucking me shoved in really deep, making me grown wildly, piss splashing on my body, held there for a second and then in ten very fast strokes after said “Take my load you fucking piss pig! Take that fucking load.” And he buried his dick in me and shot his load, the other guy almost simultaneously finishing his piss shower on my body. “DAMN! I could fuck shit like this every day! Nasty piss pig! You like that Boy?” I had been grunting and moaning so much I didn’t even realize he was talking to me. He smacked my ass, still inside of me. “I asked you a fucking question. Did you like that Boy!” “OH MY GOD, fuck yes sir! The loads and the piss and fucking …. Fuck! It feels so good!” I was nearly incoherent. This was another moment where the blindfold really amplified the experience – I didn’t really have a sense of being on the ground, I kind of felt like I was floating my body didn’t feel like it was completely in physical form… “Thank you, sir. I feel fucking great.” The guy pulled out of my hole and at this point, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop cum from flowing out with his dick. My hole was still keeping most of it in, but I could tell my hole was covered on the outside. “Let me get at that!” and very quickly after the last guy had pulled out, I had another dick in me. He took almost no time to come at all and I’m pretty sure it was the same guy who had just pissed on me. There’s something hot about these types of group situations where, as time goes by, everyone gets so jacked up and horny that when they finally get in, they just can’t wait to shoot! He was not wanting to wait. He also fucked me fast, alternating between a lot of shallow thrusts and occasionally pushing in deeper. No more than 30 seconds later he shot his load in me and stayed still for about another 30 while he too gave me what felt like a giant load. He pulled out and said something along the lines of “I know you’ll enjoy that one! Good job Boy!” I heard some action over at the drinks station and just lay there coated with piss, cum-filled hole, cum-sloppy hole on the outside. I didn’t have a clue if that was it, who was still there, or whether I should move, so I just stayed still. I heard someone to my right exhale and then felt another strong stream of piss hit my body and move up to my head. “Move forward Boy and get in the middle more.” I did that. He pissed all over my body, targeted my hole, and kept pissing, finally relieving himself. The guys were all away from the trough it seemed at this point – drinking water or cocktails or whatever, and I just stayed there on my knees, body lowered down, my head on my hands. Ethan, talking to the group said, “Good?” and a combination of “Yeah, man” “Fuck yeah” and “For sure!” were the responses. “If any of you wanna rinse off really quick, the bathroom is through the kitchen. Towels are on the counter.” I heard one or two people proceed that way. The remainder (and it was still very unclear to me how many there were) seemed to go to the other side of the living room. I heard what sounded like a belt buckle, and just other sounds of people getting dressed. “Thanks for coming!” coinciding with what sounded like a high five, and I heard two or three people move past me, towards the door. “Nice job Boy! That was fucking hot!” one said. And the door opened and they left. Ethan grabbed my shoulders in his signature way and told me to sit up. He tossed a towel over my shoulder. “How you doing, Boy? You feeling good?” “Is it over? I feel amazing! I am…….I am….I dunno. That was fucking hot! I…” “Shhhhhh! Enjoy it. You made us proud. You did good, Boy!” Jacob and Alex were there, their hands on my body in various places. This time, it wasn’t dominant touching, but stabilizing. They were holding me in place, helping me re-establish my footing reassuring me, and even thanking or congratulating me. The guys from the bathroom were back, dressed fairly quickly, and while moving past me stopped to say to Ethan, Jacob and Alex, “That was hot! So good! Thanks for having us! Let us know if there’s other stuff going down.” “Will do, thanks for coming,” said Ethan. Jacob chimed in “Yeah, you guys were great!” I didn’t know how these two guys were different than the others – I’d have to think about that – but I did get the sense that they were a couple. One of the guys turned towards me, based on the sound of his voice, and said “Boy, you put in the work! You’re a hot fuck and a good nasty pig! Hope we see you again!” “Thank you, sir!” The door opened, they walked out. It was just me and the Doms. Jacob had his hand around my waist and Alex had his hand on my upper back. Ethan was standing in front of me. “Alright, Boy! You wanna take a shower and get ready to relax?” “Yes sir, and sir, can I ask for something else?” “Sure” “Could I get some more water and maybe something to eat after I shower? I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m a bit hungry now that I’m now getting filled, sir!” “We’re way ahead of you! Go clean up.” Before going to the bathroom, Jacob and I stopped in the kitchen and sat at the table. He set a turkey sandwich directly on the table, a yogurt, and a bottle of water. “Eat this!” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the sandwich. They were not giving me any rewards via the food. Ethan loved really good food, and so the fact that I had eaten unseasoned chicken and rice out of a bowl earlier, and was now served a dry turkey sandwich, a plain yogurt, and a warm bottle of water seemed like a deliverable show of power and control. I ate it quickly, mostly because I was hungry and because there was nothing worth savoring. “Let’s go!” Jacob grabbed me by my arm and led me across the kitchen to the bathroom. He shut the door. Immediately, he reached around the back of my head and unfastened the blindfolded, removed it, and tossed it on the counter. I had only briefly, vaguely seen Jacob in my peripheral vision when Ethan had taken off my blindfold in the kitchen. At that time, I was barely able to see to see his mouth and his grin. I had no idea what his hair color was, what his body looked like…anything…until this moment. Up until this point he was someone I had smelled, touched and felt inside me but still a somewhat imaginary figure in my brain. The blindfold came off and he was standing right in front of me, smiling, one of his hands resting on my shoulder. He was many ways like Ethan – he had this kindness and compassion that just sort of flowed from his eyes and his smile and his body language. It was what I felt he had been all along, even in the most intense moments of the last many hours of this day. “I’m not supposed to do this, but I’m going to…” and he leaned in and kissed me, and we made out intensely for about a minute before he pulled himself back. “Ethan told you about the punishments and I wanted to show you the reward. You were a champ, J.” It was the first time I had been referred to as something other than Boy. It was the first time I was able to see in a long time. And it felt like true connection – much like I had felt with Ethan, Jacob and Alex from the beginning. But in that moment, it deepened. Not just with Jacob but with Ethan and Alex as well. (NOTE: I don’t recall if I teared up in that moment, but flash forward to writing this, I had tears flowing…) Jacob kept smiling then got down to remove jock, cockring, and ball stretcher. He pulled the harness off over my head. He walked to the shower and turned on the water. “Take your time. We’re just going to chill in the living room for the rest of the night. But you’re back in Boy mode the minute I come back, okay?” He seemed to acknowledge that we had a moment that wasn’t quite in the script. “Yes, sir.” “And don’t worry, Ethan wasn’t kidding, you’ll be seeing this jockstrap again.” He shut the door and I got into the shower. I stood there for a bit and bizarrely wished I had been blindfolded. It was as though seeing everything around me – the walls, the sink, the glass, the toilet – was distracting me from what I was feeling at that moment. Being able to see was actually more disorienting than being blindfolded. It felt like a shift from the last time I had been able to see without the blindfold, where I was still searching for clues and visuals to orient me. Now, I was hoping my vision would be blocked so I could see clearly again. I felt so many things and couldn’t really name it – energized and tired, overwhelmed and calm, horny and serene (my dick was literally throbbing at this point), excited, curious, filled with anticipation… And I felt this other thing…which I would never have expected to have felt…given what had just happened and how it had happened…but I felt loved, appreciated and worthy. And I felt safe. And I felt honored and respected. I finished showering and Jacob came back in almost immediately with some clothes. I was toweling off and he grabbed the towel and wiped down my back. He gave me some loose-fitting pajama pants and a white wifebeater and some socks. “I’m just warning you – you’re gonna have plenty of rest and sleep every day, Boy, but this is probably the most comfortable it will be tonight.” He put some toothpaste and a toothbrush down on the counter. “Brush your teeth, Boy. I’ll wait!” “Yes sir!” He had switched back in to Alpha Dom. I brushed my teeth and he then put a new blindfold on me. It was soft and very comfortable, like a sleeping mask but more “BDSM” flavor. “Time to relax before your bedtime, Boy!” We walked back to the living room and Jacob stopped me directly in front of where Ethan and Alex were standing. I was guessing we were in the couch area. They all gave me shoulder squeezes, rubbed me in various places, softly on my dick. It was so relaxing compared to everything else. “You really did great today, Boy! There’s a lot more to come! Jacob and I are gonna hang here with you here for a bit, Alex has to go home, and then you get a reward tonight for doing so well...you get to sleep on the couch!” I could feel myself relax and getting sleepy already. I wondered, if my reward was sleeping on the couch, then...where else would I sleep? The Cage? “Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir, Alex, sir.” Alex patted me on the head a few times. “Sleep well, you’re gonna need it!” Alex left the house, presumably to go home. Ethan and Jacob guided me to the center of the couch and there was a pillow partially on Jacob’s lap where my head would go, and Ethan grabbed my legs and put them across his. They spread the same blanket over me as earlier. It felt like Jacob and Ethan had similar pajama pants on as well as wifebeaters. It all felt very…calm, casual, cozy, comfortable. Some show started playing on TV, I couldn’t really tell what it was. Jacob was running his fingers through my hair, rubbing my head and occasionally squeezing my earlobe or running his finger around the edge of my ear and lips. Ethan was massaging and squeezing my feet with his identifiable firm touch occasionally, moving his hand all the way up my leg while Jacob moved his hand all the way down to meet Ethan’s. It was completely different than the energy of the past many hours, and yet the connection that I felt two the two of them specifically felt the same. We didn’t talk about the day. It was too fresh and I think everyone was tired. “Good night, Boy!” “Good night, Sir. Good night, sir!” I lay there and fell asleep fast. I don’t remember either of them getting up or leaving the couch or how long they stayed there with me. I slept so deeply and don’t recall the dreams I had that night, but I do remember having very vivid dreams. Day one was over. The next morning... I heard a car door shut out on the street in the front of the house, perhaps in the neighbor’s driveway. I woke up and opened my eyes, only to realize I was still blindfolded. I was a bit dazed, wondering where I was, a bit in disbelief that the last day had happened. I could hear someone in the kitchen and I could smell…something breakfast-like cooking. Toast and sausage maybe? I heard Ethan, “Boy, you can take your blindfold off for a minute. There is water and a note for you to read on the table. Drink the water. And then do what the note says, Boy! Don’t try to look around, I’m watching. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” I removed the blindfold, and on the table was a bottle of water, and a piece of paper folded in half. On the outside it said “Boy.” I drank the bottle of water quickly. I’d had one before bed too, but was still thirsty and also really needed to pee. I finished the water, then picked up the note. “Clothes off. Blindfold on. Go to bathroom. Shut door. Blindfold off. Jockstrap on. Inside shower. Boy, down!” There wasn’t a single humanizing word to be found. I did was told, and after stumbling to find my way to the bathroom, shut the door. The jockstrap from yesterday was on the counter. It was still just a little bit damp. I followed directions, got in the shower, got in to position and the door opened and I could already tell it was Ethan and Jacob. “Are you ready for Day 2, Boy?” “I am so fucking ready, sir! Let’s fucking go!”

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Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. Ethan quickly moved behind me and started squeezing my shoulders the same way he had when he stood behind me outside. He also ran both of his hands down my entire torso to my waist taking extra time to massage my chest at various spots. He had truly masted the perfect pressure and strength to apply to his hands to make it feel firm, comforting, therapeutic and sexy. I was here for it. My dick was straining against my jeans again and I was quivering or shivering or shaking just from the intensity of his rub down…and partly because it was Ethan. There was a connection that we had with each other that went far beyond touch, communication, mutual interests…it was just an energy. And something about his touch just amplified things. "Did you think we were gonna fuck when you came over here?" he asked, very matter of fact. The way that he asked the question made any answer completely okay and safe. "I mean, I didn't know, so I..." I kinda stammered while he continued to rub me and then just like that, he had his hand down the back of my jeans and rubbed his finger over my hole between my ass cheeks. He smelled it, then tasted it - and said, "Someone came prepared!" Ethan laughed softly. I had noticed that Ethan had an almost “dance like” ability to move to exactly where he wanted to be gracefully and precisely, while at the same time moved so quickly you barely even knew it was happening. He pulled his hand out, reached around to my front and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper and yanked my jeans to the floor. "Get your shoes off and then get these jeans off." His tone was still friendly, but I noticed he had definitely become a bit more abrupt with his words. I did was told and then he pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it in the general directly of where I had set my jeans. He spun me around, so I was facing him and grabbed my jaw with his hand and leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth and gave me one of those aggressive, masculine, dominant wet kisses. It was one of those kisses that hit so many different g-spots in your body and across time and space that your vision blurs for a second. He pulled away. “Boy, here's what you need to know about what happens next. I am your Dominant, and you are my Submissive. Your entire purpose is to follow my direction, do as you’re told, do it well and to my satisfaction, not ask questions, and not complain. Do you understand?" “Yes, I do” "Here are my commitments to you. Your life will not be in jeopardy, I will be responsible for your physical wellbeing, and I will make sure you have food and water as needed. You will be able to use the bathroom to relieve yourself as needed. I will honor one safe word you can choose now. If you say this word, I will immediately stop anything that's happening, we can take a break, or we can stop entirely. What do you want that safe word to be?" I was both aroused and amazed...my mind was going so many different places and so I looked past Ethan and my eyes fixed on the dishwasher in his kitchen, so I said, "Dishwasher." He laughed "Alright dishwasher. You want your safeword to be dishwasher, Boy?" He continued "Boy, unless you use the safeword, everything that I have decided I want to do with you will happen for as long as I want it to and I'll be responsible for telling you when you can be relieved of your duties as my Sub. I commit to you that you will be able to return to work on Monday, you'll have time to rest and recover, time to run any errands to get ready for the week...I'll also monitor your phone to make sure there are no emergencies. Can you tell me the name of three family members who might call you in an emergency?" I gave him my mom, sisters, and aunts name. "If these people call or text, what I will do is pick up or respond and indicate that you are busy and left your phone behind at my place, and ensure there is no urgent need for you to call back. If there is, you will be allowed to call. If not, you will wait until your responsibilities as my Submissive are fulfilled to return the phone calls. Boy, do you understand?" "Yes." He then did what you see in so many military movies and told me I could not speak to him without ending my statement with "Sir" or "Daddy" and softly slapped me across the face. "Not all punishments are going to be that gentle, Boy, so make sure you don't earn any more of them." He told me to get on my knees and face away from him and the trunk. I was naked minus socks. I heard him walk to the trunk and heard the sound of metal clanging and he quickly grabbed a variety of items and placed them on the floor next to me. It was the leather restraints along with some chains. He walked over to me and stood behind me. “Are you ready, Boy? Say goodbye to the sunlight for a while!” “Huh?” And just like that a complete blackout leather blindfold was placed over my eyes and the leather straps fastened behind my head. I could not see anything, not even the faintest amount of light. Just as quickly, he told me to open my mouth and inserted the rubber ball of a ball gag in my mouth, which he also strapped tightly behind my head. I heard him walk out of the room and suddenly I felt like I was completely alone in a pitch-black room. I couldn’t hear Ethan, I had no sense of anyone being in the space with me, and I did not know what to do or when something would happen next. “Take deep breaths” I told myself. In, out, in, out, in, ou……..

Author's Note: If you are starting this journey, I highly highly highly encourage you to start with the Sorrowful Author's Note. This could have easily been the first chapter or an Epilogue, but because I wrote it raw and not as a narrative, I chose to include as a note instead. Please read it. It will help to explain some things through the course of the next many chapters. It was late spring 2010 in Seattle. I was 31 at the time, 5’10”, 170lbs, athletic and fit and a very active and competitive cyclist. I was in great shape physically and mentally. I kept myself very well groomed – cropped haircut that looked both professional and casual, clean shaven. I dressed like a modern professional at work, and an early 30s modern gay in my downtime. I had a beautiful condo overlooking Lake Union, and close connections with friends and family. I looked very much like the boy next door who had grown up and into a successful career after his time at university and lived a comfortable city life. I worked along with 130,000 other people, and a large percentage of other Seattle gays at one of Seattle’s largest companies. “The Company” Because so many of the Seattle gay social scene worked at my company and a couple others, it meant we drank, dated, partied, clubbed, fucked, and socialized with many of the same people inside and outside of work. Everyone knew everyone, or knew someone who had slept with someone who had once dated someone…and someone always knew something about someone who had once dated the person you were interested in. There were entire blogs written by gay Seattle under pseudonyms sharing the juicy details about events or parties of all kinds, or take-down sites that shared rumors to avenge a grudge. It was Gossip Girl, Gay Seattle style. Appearance wise and professionally, I was a catch. I was involved in the gay social circles, but I was also somewhat of a pariah. By this time in 2010, I had been out of the closet for over 15 years and had had more bareback sex than probably fifty of the people I knew combined. I hooked up regularly with people off Craigslist and frequented Club Z and Basic Plumbing. I was known for liking “dirty” things like wearing harnesses, using dildos, and piss. Over the course of the years, all of this had become part of my persona that people talked about with everyone else but me. I honestly didn’t really care. There was nothing I could do to erase what they believe they knew, and regardless of how they got their information about me, a lot of it was true. But that didn’t mean they liked it. It did make any attempts at dating futile. Despite being adamantly against condom-sex and having a strong appetite for non-“vanilla” sex, first dates for me often involved overcoming rumors and perceptions. “Do you really bareback?” “You go to Club Z, isn’t that place just all people with HIV doing drugs?” I wasn’t even positive at this point. First dates spent explaining these things are a clear indicator things aren’t going to work. So I focused on what I knew I did well and really liked doing…sex. My kind of sex. I was still active socially, but instead of accepting date invites or asking guys out, I’d go home and cook dinner, find some dick on Craigslist, get a load, and go to sleep………… ----------------------------- I hadn't met Ethan before, and we didn't have any work interaction at "the company.” I would come to find out that we also had very few friends in common, which was a rare thing for those that were gay in Seattle AND worked at the company. We were both asked by our separate organizations to work on a special cross-company project along with several others and started having daily multi-hour project meetings and working sessions that would last past dinnertime. I thought he was attractive, and we didn’t need to tell each other we were gay. We were as flirty as you can be in a professional environment in front of colleagues by our second day on the project. Ethan was a presence. He was 6’4” – muscular but still had a softness to his lines and contours. His arms were muscly. He had a trim waste, big chest, big butt and thighs. He had a cropped haircut of very dark almost black hair. He had a great smile filled with shocking white teeth contrasting with his light but still olive complexion. He dressed like a well dressed Italian – fitted shirts and polos, expensive jeans and fitted pants. He was funny and told amazing jokes, was polite and kind with his words. He had the type of confidence that you love to see in people…not ever bordering on arrogant but secure in himself. We hit it off and at the end of the second week of the project, we decided to drive back to the city and go have a drink. The palpable sexual energy grew while he rubbed my leg while sitting next to each other on bar stools. At the end of round one he had migrated his hand all the way to right between my legs and underneath my balls and we had kissed briefly. We drove back to his place and had really amazing sex. Ethan had a really nice dick – big enough to be notable compared to others. It was like the perfect dick. It was a Goldilocks dick. I didn’t give a shit about where we were going as a couple but I’m going to do everything to remain friends… He had been behind me eating my hole and then suddenly there was lube slathered across my hole. He moved very quickly and the very next thing I knew, his dick was pushing against the center of my hole playfully. And then in one aggressive and committed move, he pushed his dick all the way in and kept pushing until my hole was wrapped around the base of his dick. I moaned and squirmed a bit – that was not a typical maneuver for most tops so it was completely unexpected. He settled into a normal rhythm of fucking me, occasionally smacking my ass, and occasionally pulling his dick all the way out and shoving it back in. I could feel my hole being worked and stretched and I was moaning and asking him for more. Over probably 25 minutes, he came three times back-to-back inside of me. I could feel each one as his dick twitched and he gave extra power to thrust deep inside me to bury his load. He eventually pulled out and before I could move from my hands and knees position to lay down, he started working my hole with his fingers. Before I knew it he had all five fingers in my hole and was working to get his hand deeper inside me. He kept going for over 10 minutes until I was comfortable up to the widest part of his hand. He continued to work but after many minutes of this we stopped, both of us exhausted. We collapsed side by side. “That was fucking awesome. It was fucking hot being inside you.” “Damn dude, that was one helluva fuck! I can’t believe you came three times!” “It’s a curse. Even when I jerk off I cum multiple times! So, I fucked you raw. Sorry about that. I’m not a condom guy. I’m negative and don’t have any STDs.” “Dude, I only fuck without a condom. It’s fine with me. Me too on the test results. I want you to do that when we fuck again!” He grabbed my hand and rolled to his side to look at me. We both looked like two gays who just had amazing sex. A sheen of sweet across our bodies, hair disheveled, smiling. “So no condoms. Yeah, I really hate them. I know it’s not a popular opinion but…ah well! I got a lot of unpopular opinions. I don’t share them all that much because Seattle gays are so fucking judgy!” We talked a bit about the Seattle gay scene and being part of it, but also outsiders as well. We had a real connection in that way. “So what else do you like to do…like…in terms of sex and fucking?” We talked for about an hour about all the things we had in common sexually and shared some interesting stories from our past. We got along great on a multitude of levels……………………….. ----------------------------- Over the next several weeks, we continued to hook up but I wouldn’t say either of us thought of it as dating. In fact, frequently we’d get together after the gym after work, fuck, and then go out to sushi or a restaurant after. It was effortless. We had an obvious attraction for each other, but we were not forcing things in to a “dating” or “relationship” box. We hooked up at work a few times – I’d go to his building or he’d come to mine, or we’d meet somewhere on campus. He’d also occasionally send me “dares” via instant message. “I dare you to piss in a coffee cup and then carry it around with you to meetings for the rest of the day” or “Go jerk off in the bathroom on to your hand and send me a picture of you eating it.” I completed all of the dares. It was nice to have a friend I had things in common with that I could be myself around and also have great sex with……………………………………………… ----------------------------- About three months after our first “date,” the company announced a special “bonus” for all employees – a full week paid week off. Different organizations would have different weeks, but Ethan and I would come to find out that our organizations had the same week assigned for our bonus week. We hadn’t talked the week prior to the “bonus week” because I think everyone was scrambling to get stuff done so we could enjoy the time off. I had planned on staying home, doing projects around the house, seeing family…. just relaxing. That became boring by Saturday mid-day when I got a call from Ethan. “What are you up to?” It was a beautiful late spring day, blue skies, warm but not hot. He invited me over to his house to have some drinks outside on the deck. He had a beautiful hose overlooking the water. I started to change clothes and was about to leave but stopped at the door and decided I should douche just in case. I didn’t think this was a bootie call but it’s better to be prepared than sorry. I got to Ethan’s and he opened the door and he walked towards me, wrapped his big arms around me, and lifted me off the ground and spun around on his front porch. He was in a very good high energy mood, and it was palpable. He made some vodka sodas and after a few rounds, shooting the shit, we both had a nice buzz. He came back with one more around and after setting them down walked behind my chair and started squeezing my shoulders repeatedly. His touch was firm and penetrating, but not painful. My body was already tingling. He then reached over further and ran both his hands down the front of my torso, continuing his hand all the down until he reached the waist of my jeans. The pressure of his hands was again firm and penetrating and I felt amazing. My dick was rock hard and I wanted nothing else but to get naked and climb on to his dick. He stood back up and walked to his chair and sat down, looking over at me. “I really like that we can talk about all the things we talk about. I don’t get to do that with many people. They’re either freaked out, intimated, scared, or part of the ‘safe only’ crowd.” I could relate. “Trust me, I get it. I don’t even get to talk about stuff like this because half the time, people have already heard about me from someone else.” “So, you really like…?” (he listed out a bunch of the stuff we had talked about) “Yeah, really, I do. I wish I had more of it. Sometimes it’s hard enough to find someone to fuck without a condom, let alone piss on you…as an example.” “Totally. I just keep being up front about it and fuck the judgy assholes………so………how do you feel about like bondage, restraints, gags, things like that. I know we talked a little about it but are you in to it?” I told him how I had restraints, harnesses, gags, restraints myself but only rarely used them during longer fuck sessions. Ethan told me he liked using them as often as possible. “Can I show you something? Come with me and take a look at this.” We entered the house and walked into the living room. Tucked in to an alcove you wouldn’t see unless you stood in the living room (which I’d not done on previous visits) was this MASSIVE black trunk. It appeared to be covered in leather, had silver hardware and handles, and was just massive in size. At least two people could sit inside. Covered with embossed black leather with silver hardware and handles, filling the entire width of the alcove and approximately 4 feet tall. It was massive. It was a beautiful statement piece and was strangely very different than the rest of the furniture I’d seen at his house. “That thing is huge. Where did you get it?” He had purchased it when a famous hotel in New York had closed several years prior. It was one of the statement pieces they had in their lobby. He opened the trunk. I was speechless and stood there with my hand raised to cover my mouth, eyes wide trying to take in everything in front of me. Inside, and very neatly organized, were an array of all things “sex” - dildos, buttplugs, anal beads. All types of restraints and harnesses, ball gags, different types of rope, chains, locks. There was a thing I would learn was called "the humbler" which looked like a symmetrical paddle with a hole in the middle. There was some plastic tubing and a box shaped “bucket.” Nipple clamps, cockrings, ball stretchers. There was a control panel with dials and a cord next to a ziplock bag of smaller cords which I assumed had to be some fancy eStim device. It wasn't just like he had one of some of these items, he had multiple. And it was so meticulously organized. You probably couldn't go into a sex store and find as much inventory. We were standing side by side and he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. “Whadya think?” He seemed genuinely excited to show it to me and hear my response. My eyes were wide because I was taking it all in, I had a grin on my face. I was impressed and said so to Ethan: "This is really fucking impressive. You have like EVERYTHING! And it's all so organized. All my gear is in a duffle back in the closet and every time you want anything you have to dump the whole bag out and scrounge around on the floor just to find a cockring! I'm jealous!" "Don't be jealous! (he switched gears really quick) I thought maybe we could carve out some time to work on our deliverables sometime this week even though we're not working. What do you have going on this week...anything?" "Not a damn thing - I don't want to do anything that I thought I would tackle so I'm probably just gonna watch TV and play XBOX." "So no family anything, no dates, no meet ups with friends?" (I remember thinking he was asking for a lot of specificity but it didn't alarm me...Ethan was a business analyst so his job is to probe for details. But the change in focus from sex toys to my week-off schedule was abrupt. In retrospect, I understood his interest for my full week’s schedule.) "Nope!" "Cool, well, you wanna have some fun and play with some of this shit. You cool with a little Dom/Sub action? I'll be the Dom since you don't know what half this shit is probably." "Fuck yeah! This is hot as fuck. Are you gonna fuck me full of cum again too? I want some more of that." "Hell yeah, trust me, you'll get plenty of cum." (to be continued .... as of the date of publication 12/27/2025 - 22 additional Parts have been written with a plan for 18 more)

I've been a fairly regular visitor to this site, reading all the hot stories in the Chem Set forum and the Bug Chasing forum. Just thought I'd give writing my own story a try. It'll start off a bit slow, seeing as I transformed from being a condom using bottom to a depraved tina-slamming bareback bottom slut. I'm 32, an in shape guy, not overly muscular, not skinny. I am middle eastern by ethnicity. I am in grad school getting my doctoral degree. Some of my friends know that I am gay, some do not. None of them know about my twisted, perverted fantasies though. I used to be a condom only bottom till 2013. Then one night I went out with my friends, had a bit too much too drink, and did what every horny gay man does when drunk, I got on grindr and found a hot 25 year old muscle bear to fuck with. Somehow staggered into his house. God was he HOT. Those huge legs, that chest hair, and that thick veiny 8 inch beauty that stood rock hard. Once my clothes were off and I had deep throated him for close to half an hour he told me to get on all fours while he opened my hole up with his tongue. It was then that he told me that he did not have condoms. A small part of my mind could tell that he must've planned this, having me naked and on all fours, at his mercy before mentioning this. That way I couldn't turn him down. I asked him to just fuck me and not worry about the condom. Over the next one hour I discovered the pleasure of bareback sex. As his thick cock slid in an out of me, something clicked in my mind. I could never go back to condoms. From then on I would only take raw cock. I got 3 loads from him that night before I fell asleep. I woke up to his cock sliding into me again. I ended up taking 2 more for the road before I left. From then on it was on. Every time I hooked up, it was bareback. I insisted on raw cock and a surprising number of people in my town, both students and civilians were more than willing to fuck raw. The only thing I asked before hooking up was their status and would only hookup with negative guys. (Yes I naively believed their status). I had roommates and they didn't like me getting guys over. I had to make do with getting fucked in my office on campus, in the woods, in restrooms among other places. My rule of playing with only neg guys lasted a few months. Then he appeared one morning on grindr. A hairy muscle daddy with a huge 9 incher who wanted to fuck bare. The only rider, he was poz. I've read a number of stories here where guys wrestle with the idea of taking poz loads. For me however it came very quickly. I wanted his load and his status did not matter. Within an hour I was bent over in his hotel room while his thick poz tool wrecked my hole. I was in pig heaven. I had finally realised my place. Taking any and every load regardless of status. After a couple poz loads were pumped deep into me he asked me if I party. I hadn't really heard that term till then. Believing it to mean drinking/alcohol I replied with a yes. He told me to hit him up if I ever visited Raleigh and that we would party and breed. I told him I would let him know if I ever got to Raleigh. As luck would have it, 2 months later, my professor sent me for a poster presentation to Raleigh. By then I had all but forgotten about the guy. I had my poster presentation all day and got back to my hotel in the Crabtree area by 6pm. Immediately, like the pig I am, I got on grindr. After a few filters and few age limits I saw a familiar face. It was the sexy daddy. I immediately hit him up and reminded him of having fucked me a few months back. He remembered me easily and asked if I wanted to party and fuck. Again, believing this to mean that he wanted to have a few drinks and breed me, I said yes. I gave him my hotel address and directions and decided to clean myself up. I douched out my hole, took a shower and manscaped, since he was arriving at 8pm. 7.55pm arrived and I was lying on my bed, wearing a jockstrap, shorts and bare chested. At just a little past 8, there was a knock on the door..... (Let me know if anyone likes it so far and I can continue. It is my first time writing and suggestions will be welcome)

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. Have you ever been in a situation where you felt just a rush of “acceptance” and began to embrace the reality of things happening around you? As an example, I hate waiting in lines, especially if they are progressing inefficiently and I can see the bottlenecks. You’ll never hear me bitch more, verbally redesigning the workflow to those with me, trying my hardest just not to jump in and go fix it. Eventually I realize there’s nothing I can do and I have this moment of “radical acceptance.” This is how it is, this is how it’s going to be, and I should just let go. That analogy is not great, because in this case, I was having a great time…but I was still figuring out how to get the line moving as quickly as possible. I do remember at that moment have that feeling of “radical acceptance” – I relaxed on to the padded table, relaxed my legs and spread them as much as possible, and just waited eagerly. I could hear people making more drinks and a couple of people nearby stroking their dicks. I think it was Jacob next to me rubbing my chest, rubbing my dick through my wet jock, pulling it aside and stroking my dick, pulling on my balls. I wasn’t used to not having a gag in my mouth and I still didn’t know if I was allowed to speak, so I moaned and breathed fast while my body got worked. Afterall, Ethan had told me not to speak unless spoken to or asked a question. I desperately wanted to say “this is fucking amazing, I want more dick, I want more piss...I feel so fucking good.” But I didn’t. Jacob stopped with his rubdown and said “You good boy?” I responded enthusiastic and happy, “Fuck yes, sir.” Jacob walked in to the living room to where the sounds were coming from, nearby where I imagined the drinks were stationed. I sort of zoned out while I laid there. At this point in my life, age 31, I had been in plenty of group situations, several times in a sling or on a fuck bench, several times blindfolded bent over my own bed. There is a certain feeling you get when in those positions which is often overwhelmed by your excitement, horniness, and anticipation. I’d love to call it simply feeling “vulnerable” – but that’s not exactly it. You just feel…exposed. And not in a bad way, just exposed. I was certainly physically “exposed” at this point, but I didn’t feel anything one way or the other about that fact. I felt hungry and excited and like I was in a comfortable state. Outside looking in, I’d have thought I’d feel the opposite, especially since I had no idea who was around me, who was using my holes, who was looking at me and touching me. Only one of the times when I got fucked in the bathhouse was I also restrained and blindfolded, and I do remember having some apprehension then…not now! Two of the guys who were in the room with me stroking their dicks had walked over to me and got on either side of the table and my body and began giving me a similar strong, deep tissue rub down of my chest. It’s amazing how difficult it is once your senses are super amped and your blindfolded to know who’s hands whose. I could mostly tell whether it was the guy on the right or the left but at a certain point it all just felt like raw sexual touching. One of the guys started to run his fingers through my hair and grabbed different sections of my hair and pulled on it, twisting my head around slightly each time. He ran his hand down over my face, and shoved two fingers in my mouth, past my closed lips. I could taste, again, the piss that had been soaking my hair. He wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed slightly. His other hand pinched my nipple at varying levels of intensity, pulling on it sharply on occasion. At the same as the first guy, the other guy had reached around to the back of my ass and was also playing with my dick and balls, which Jacob had left free by pulling my jock to the side. He had one hand roughly stroking my dick and occasionally switching to pulling my balls, while he started fingering my hole. My hole was plenty lubricated at this point, with piss and cum, and obviously had been opened up quite a bit, so he started with two fingers and quickly had three in there. It occurred to me at this point that I had no clue whether either of these guys had been involved with what had just happened in the Cage. Were either of them involved before, coming back for more? Were they two new people? I had no idea. Neither of the dudes who had pissed in the urinal had cum to the best of knowledge, so maybe they were ready to now. “You gonna fuck him?” asked the other guy, still working my nipples and rubbing me. “Cuz I’m gonna get my dick in his mouth! You should breed his ass!” “Is there any lube over there?” I had no idea where “over there” was, but I imagined there was some by each of the various play areas but didn’t know. “Hey man” the guy said towards the area where the drinks were. “Do you know where there’s lube?” “I think in the kitchen, I’ll grab it.” said an unknown voice. He walked by me and the two guys and said “Is it time to use the Boy again?” and laughed walking into the kitchen. From the drinks area another guy said, “wait, does anyone have to piss?” and you could almost here everybody have the realization that this was totally an option. Even when you’re super in to watersports and even though this was a party focused on that, it isn’t necessarily often that you get to piss all over a bottom and lube them up. It was just a combination of “oh yeah” and “uh huh” type recognition that they could actually do that without any issue or worry. “I could go.” Said yet another new voice. I heard many of the guys start to walk over to where I was and I realized then how much quieter it was than before. The guy fingering my hole had gotten more aggressive and quicker with his thrusting in to my hole. While this happened, the guy standing near my head pulled my body towards him a bit, as much as he could give my legs were attached to the metal poles. It was enough movement that he was able to slap his dick on my face a few times. The height of the table seemed perfect – his dick was directly in front of my face when my head was turned towards it. “Open your mouth Boy and suck my dick!” “Yes sir” I responded, the first thing I had said out loud. I still did not know if I was supposed to be speaking or telling the guys how good they felt or still was meant to simply stay silent. I opened my mouth and he wiped his dick across my face and then pushed it slowly in to my mouth and I began to give him head while he pushed and pulled out repeatedly. “I wonder which hole is going to feel better. So far, this one is pretty nice!” he said while I was still getting fingered. The other guy said back, “I dunno, it’s pretty nice back here as well. I’ll tell you in a second.” Presumably the guy who said he could piss had moved close to the table, because he then said, “You want some more piss on you Boy? Fuck it, I don’t give a shit, here comes!” I attempted to say “Give it to me sir” but with a dick in my mouth I only was able to slightly pull my head back and grunt again. He started by hitting me direct on the side of my face, and it rolled down on to the guys dick I was suck and he quickly moved down my body and to my dick and balls. He stayed there and as the other guy kept finger me and the piss naturally ran down and over my hole and the guys fingers. “That’s fucking amazing. So hot!” said one the audience guys followed by the guy with his dick in my mouth saying “Give me a little more up here!” The guys piss stopped and he rubbed my body and pinched my nipples, stroked my dick and said, “You’re by fucking piss pig Boy. I’ll be ready to do that again soon.” I could hear him walk to get more drink. He was serious, he was getting his fluids in so he could go again. The way the pad on the table sank with my body on it meant that all the piss that had been sprayed on me I was now laying in it, and any movement of my body made both a slight squeaking and sloshing sound… I could feel the wet around my body. I kept sucking on the guys dick while the other guy removed his fingers from my ass and said “I think we’re ready to see the Boy get fucked again!” “Yeah, it’s fucking time! Get inside that hole!” I heard the squeeze from a bottle of lube and the guy by my hole stroke his dick a few times. It didn’t sound like he needed any time to get hard…and I was right. He spent about a half a second getting his dick placed by the center of my hole and pushed in fast and hard and when all the way in…after one fast thrust…he seemed to push up a bit with his dick and just stayed there. I rolled my mouth of the guys dick briefly only to howl like a dog in heat, and the guy inside me did a lower guttural load moan continuing to push and keep his dick inside my hole. I had never been on whatever this sex furniture was, but it was different than a sling. Unlike a sling which moves back and forth, front and back, the table was rock solid stable and not moving, like a fuck bench. The only movement that could happen would be me shuffling my body back slightly, but my legs were still restrained. I had tried to pull back just a bit while he stayed buried in my hole. My head was then turned back towards the guys dick. “You want another dick in your mouth, Boy?” Holy shit. At some point when I turned away from the guy to moan, the first guy had left and was already replaced by another. “Yes…….sir…….please.” I was panting a little bit because the dick in my ass was still deep inside of me and it was large enough that I had gotten worked up and was breathing fast. “Man, get your dick in there, shut this Boy up so I can fuck him!” With one dick in my ass buried, I opened my mouth and now had one in my mouth. The guy in my mouth was not as gentle as the first guy, pumping in and out of my mouth over and over, his dick long enough that if he went all the way in I definitely gagged and chocked. He did this multiple times, and I could hear the familiar sounds of someone getting face fucked. Someone was me, Boy. He continued to grab the longer hair on the back top of my head and pull me towards him. “Yeah, fuck his hole!” the guy said to the guy inside me, who had begun moments ago pulling back and thrusting in to me. My hole at this point was still wrapped around the dick in hole but was even more relaxed. At the same time, it felt incredibly sensitive. The fucking continued and the guy had a great rhythm – hard and fast but not too fast, and he’d change things up occasionally with his direction. My hole was getting bred. I think the other guy who had been in the room had now come to the side of the table and like before started to play the rest of my body, but in a slightly different way. He replaced the one guys hand on the back of my head and pulled on my hair while pushing my head on to the guys dick further. His other hand started pulling on my dick, and not gently. He’d occasionally grab my balls and pull them up, I assume so he could see my hole get fucked. “That looks like a fucking nice hole!” “It is really fucking hot man. You gotta fuck it!” “Oh, I will!” Ethan was suddenly present. He seemed to be walking in from the kitchen. “Boy, you got three pigs working you over like a good cum and piss pig. I bet you feel really good like that.” I tried to pull off of the guys dick to say something but I was being face fucked and the guy was not slowing up. Nor was the guy fucking my ass. Jacob was also suddenly in the room, or so it felt. I wasn’t sure if he’d been there the whole time. He had been there the whole time in the kitchen. Had he watched all of this and just stayed silent? “Boy, it was fun enough fucking you by ourselves, but watching you get worked by all this dick…damn! You’re getting worked, Boy!” The guy in my mouth kept going and my jaw needed a break, but none seemed to be coming. I was wrong. He thrust a few more times – my ass still getting fucked – and the guy groaned and I could feel him cum in my mouth. One, two, three shots of sperm…it wasn’t the biggest load, but it was more than average. He pulled his dick out after a few minutes and before I even had a chance to swallow, his hand was by my face. “Spit it out.” I hadn’t even had a moment to try to swallow or do anything. I couldn’t even really think of how to spit cuz I was still getting fucked hard and having my dick pulled on. I managed to collect his jizz in my mouth and spit it on to his hand. He wiped my cheek where some had dribbled down. He moved away and towards where my hole was getting fucked… “Pull his balls back” he said to the guy stroking my dick, the “Pull out a but so I can get some on your dick for you to fuck in him.” Both of them did exactly that. “They did say we should try to get as many loads in his hole as possible. Now I’ll have my cum in both! You like that, Boy?” It was a question, I could respond, “Oh fuck yeah, have him fuck your load into me, sir!” He reached between my legs, and the tips of his finger touched the top of my hole and the guys dick, right at the entry inside of me. He rubbed some of his load on my hole and I’m guessing dripped some on the guy’s dick. I could feel his hand wrap around the dick in my ass because it rubbed against my hole also. Jacob and Ethan seemed to have positioned themselves for a better view. “Oh yeah, Boy is a cum and piss slut. That’s fucking hot!” “Jesus Christ, the Boy is so fucking hot! He needs more, I think. Don’t ya Boy.” “Please sir. Use me. I want more please, sir.” The guy had removed his hand, and my balls had been dropped back in to place, my nipples and dick being worked again. As the guy began to fuck my ass, there was another person by the side of my head, who told me to “get my dick hard because I’m next Boy.” He started slow fucking my face as the pounding of my hole got harder. With his dick and my hole covered in the other guys cum, the guy fucking my ass seemed to be even harder than before and was not holding back on fucking my ass. Meanwhile, I was working hard to keep sucking the dick in my mouth. It wasn’t as long, but it was fat! “Fuck his hole, give him another load!” My hole was so hungry for his load and like he had done at the start, without any notice, drove his dick all the way in and shit his load in me, growling while he came in my ass. “Fuck yeah dude, you shoot a big load up there.” The guy inside me just kept panting and growling, “Yeah, he’s my fucking Boy, my pig!” I was still filled up with this fatty dick when the guy fucking me pulled out almost all the way fast, causing me to almost bite down on the dick in my mouth. He stopped just shy of pulling out. “Hold on those loads!” He popped out at the same time the guy in my mouth pulled out. “Get in there, man!” The fat dick was already touching my hole, and he was in me in under 15 seconds from the last guy. “I’m going to give you my thick fat giant load, Boy.” “Yes, sir, please sir……please!” He was inside me for less than 45 seconds, his dick so fat that I could really feel it inside of me. He began to shoot his load, groaning and growling “take my load, take that fucking load.” I was a bit overwhelmed at this point, but I could tell he shot a big load…you can just feel it sometimes. “Thank you, sir, thank you! Thank you for that hot fucking load!” The guy to my side pulled back my balls again while the fat dick pulled out and Ethan voiced his approval, “that is exactly what we wanted, the Boy loaded up, covered in pissed, wrecked.” The guy released my balls, slapped my dick and backed away. Jacob gave the next set of directions… “Guys, let’s get some drinks and then we’re on to round three. We’ll get the Boy some water too.” “Thank you, sir!” I said. Despite all the piss, I was sweating a ton and needed a drink. Jacob replied, “Boy, you’ll be pissing at some point too, so we need you hydrated.” Ethan had been detaching the restraints, and I was able to sit up, still seated on the bed. I could hear the others where the drinks were. “Did you enjoy that Boy? Do you enjoy getting used by all those guys? Do you want more?” “I loved it sir, I felt so good, I feel so good, I want to get used all the time like that, sir!” “Good boy, I’m glad. Let’s get you some water.” I tried to make a mental tally of how many people had done something with me at that point. There were the four from the kitchen, there were two that had cum in me on the table, one that had pissed on me. One that had stroked my dick. But I didn’t know if any of those were the same people though, but if they were all different, that was eight people. If there were twenty people there, did I really have more than half left? Whoa! Yeah, I needed some water. I paused for a second. “I didn’t answer one of your questions, sir.” “Oh?” “I never want it to end. I want MUCH MUCH MUCH more!”

Morning: Rob reached out via WhatsApp and suggested I head to his place. He had said he was interested in some serious oral and manual ass play and that he had this new toy dildo thing that we had wanted use once before… but didn't have time (strapon). It was quite thick and long. He says he gets a kick out of the feel as well. On the way to Rob's place, I get a phone call from Rick and he says he is horny as fuck and did I wanna fuck? He was dog-sitting his daughter's dog and he was worried about leaving dog alone. Of course, I told him I'd be happy to head over and fuck. I just had an appointment and would be done in an hour or two. Would that work? He agreed and I smiled knowing I would likely be heading to Rick's place with Rob's load in my guts. Rob was naked in the kitchen when I walked in and already had a semi hardon happening. I said HI, gave him a quick kiss and groped his cock. It immediately started to harden in my hand, so I dropped to my knees and sucked the skin into my mouth. I pulled the skin back gently with my teeth and lips and watched it stretch. Then I nibbled the foreskin and his knees almost gave out. We smoked a few bowls. He was horny as fuck and kept touching my balls and cock, and drifting across my nipples... sliding down my back and playing with my hole. I had cleaned out deep, cause I never knew what to expect from Rob. I had also used a thick syringe to push a big load of lube into my guts. Suddenly he bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me for a few minutes while I took some pulls on the pipe. He licked my hole and spit all over it and slapped his cock on the outside and then fucking in/out a couple of inches to tease me. I turned and dropped to my knees and I sucked his cock and balls until I had him dripping precum in nothing flat. He was HAF for sure. We went upstairs and he immediately bent me over bed and fucked me for a while doggy style. He fed me some poppers and worked in deeper and talked dirty in my ear the whole time. He licked my ear and told me he was going to ruin my hole and then load it up with one of his famous massive pre-cum THEN cum loads. Rob's precum is larger than most guys full load. He just generates ton of cum. I literally feel the precum shooting in my guts when he starts... then he stops for a couple of seconds and then typically gives me a big wet load. I was surprised at the intensity of the fuck and the orgasm. After he blew his load in my second hole, he got on his back and I started to eat his ass. After a short bit, he pushed me off and said he needed to fuck again. He said he needed to top more today. He grabbed some lube and the strapon toy and got it loaded onto his cock. It was a good 8" long and probably 3" around... pretty big. A penis extension for his already thick and hard 7" cock. But, while he was wearing the toy he could only slide it part way down his thick cock and so his cock + toy ended up being about a good 10-11" of juicy hard cock for my stretched hole. I got on my back and pulled my legs back wide. I did some poppers while he slow dicked me with strapon. Right from the entrance of my hole and all the way down to his pubes. I came a couple of times - assgasm AND orgasm. I bet he fucked me 10 minutes with that thing. He said he wasn't sure weather he wanted to cum inside the hollow strap on or not? Of course, I convinced him to pull it off and go back into my now 'sloppy' cunt. His big load of precum and cum were coated all over the strapon. My hole was a dripping, gaping mess. I slid a couple of fingers across the outside of my hole and I could feel how raw and stretched out I was... I pulled some cum from the edge of my ass and looked him right in the eye as I licked my fingers clean. His eyes lit up when he realized I still had it on my tongue and he pushed his raw cock into my raw hole and kissed me. Hard. We swapped his load from my hole back and forth. Our tongues dueled and pushed the cum back and forth until we both had 50% and we looked into one another's eyes as we both swallowed at the same time. His hard cock was slowly pumping me the entire time we snowballed. His hairy chest and nipples rubbed against my hairy chest and nipples. We both groaned at the piggy-ness of the situation. He pulled his cock to the edge of my hole, looked at me and slammed back in deep (cuz' I was all opened up) and he dropped an incredibly large hot load in my second hole. We kissed some more while he churned his cum around the inside of my guts. Nice and slow. Side to side. Out to the edge and back in deep. He said "Can you hear the squishiness and wetness of your hole around my cock"?? At that point, I blew a massive load of my own and he ducked back quickly to capture it with his mouth. I finished shooting in his mouth and could feel the gentle suction and tongue action as he licked my cockhead and foreskin. At the same time, he had reached over and put in the ass plug into my hole in one smooth push. This way I could keep the cum inside. He knew I often liked to use his used cum in my hole as natural lube and go home to ride a couple of my BIG ass stretcher toys and jerk off to home made amateur porn. It turns him on knowing I'm carrying his load home with me to continue some ass play. It turns ME on knowing I am headed to Rick's place for load number two. Rick: I called Rick from the highway and said I had completed my 'errands' and was he around? He said he was sitting and watching some porn and edging... how long would I be? Door was open, so come on in!! I told him about 15 minutes and drove directly to his place. The entire way there, I clenched and relaxed my stretched hole and felt the butt plug with each contraction. I imagined what my freshly fucked hole would look and feel like wrapped around the big black plug. Sure enough, the door was unlocked and I closed it and locked it before heading upstairs to the spare bedroom where I knew the computer sat on a nice glass computer desk. Rick yelled "HI, I'm up in the spare bedroom." I started to untie my sweat pants and I pulled my t-shirt over my head as I walked into the room. Rick was sitting naked in front of the monitor with a major hardon. I could see precum dripping from the head of his cock as he slowly stroked it and looked at me stripping inside the doorway. I looked over his shoulder to see what he was watching and I could see a couple of leather Daddy's on the screen. Both had harnesses on and one guy was laid back in a sling while the other guy was taking long, slow strokes in and out of the hairy ass under him. The bottom had a thick uncut dripping cock and the top clearly had at least 9-10" of cock sliding in and out of the bottom's hole. You could see the bottom's ass lips stretched with every outward pull. Rick rolled his chair back a couple of feet and I dropped down to the floor and licked the tip of his leaking cock. This made him groan and throw his head back on the chair. I could feel his cock flex as I slowly slipped the entire thing into my wet mouth, then down my wet throat. I squeezed the length of his cock with my throat muscles a few times, accompanied by his guttural grunts and groans. Then I slowly pulled off all the way to the tip of his rock hard cock and gave a few fast butterfly flicks across the glans. He pointed at the screen and said... "Check that out". I turned my head in time to see the hung top pull his cock from the stretched bottom's hole and immediately replace it with his fingers and fist. He slipped his entire hand into that gape slowly and as he pushed and twisted the bottom thrashed around in the sling. You could tell the bottom was enjoying the cock and fist action. I turned back to Rick's rock hard cock and could see a huge dollop of pre-cum leaking from his piss slit and I looked up at him and made eye contact as I leaned forward and licked it clean. He nodded at the big screen monitor and I stood up, bent over the desk and arched my ass, legs spread apart. On the screen, the big uncut cock appeared to be shooting a load of cum into the moaning bottom's hole. Withing seconds, you could see the hole getting creamy and the top just kept stroking in and out, nice and slow, but deep. Churning that load up. I heard an intake of breath from Rick as he reached down and saw the butt plug handle between my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and whispered "Are you stretching this hole out with that plug so I can go deep right off the start" as he slowly turned and twisted the butt plug. He teased me by pulling the plug to the edge of my ass lips and as I could feel them stretching outward, he pushed the plug back inside. I groaned from the nice stretch, and he repeated a few more times. Suddenly, he slapped my ass with his bare hand and said "You slut... do you already have a load of cum in there? I can see cum covered that plug when I pull it to the edge. What the fuck?" I looked over my shoulder and grinned at him and said "Why don't you slide your hard cock in there and see for yourself". I felt the insistent tug of the plug once again being pulled to the edge, but this time, he pulled it out in one swift move and then stopped. I looked over my shoulder again, and he was smiling and rotating the ass plug around slowly. He looked right at me and licked a blob of cum off the tip. Then he reached around and put it in front of my face. I grinned and swallowed the entire plug in one slow, smooth move. I took the entire thing into my mouth as he twisted it around inside and against my tongue. As I licked the cum clean from the plug, I felt Rick's hard cock at the entrance to my hole. He dropped the plug on the floor and slapped the purple head of his cock against my wet hole. You could hear the squish as he slapped it a few times. His cock is semi-cut and the skin was pulled back past the rim of his fat head. His cock was a nice 7 or so inches and he could stay hard for a long time, and multiple cumshots in one session. I knew he was excited about the chance to fuck a preloaded hole. He said, "Push some of that cum out. Just a little bit. I wanna use it for lube." I carefully opened my hole a little and pushed and I heard him gasp. "Oh fuck ya.. right there. Just wait". He lined his cockhead in my pucker and took both his hands and gripped my hips and DROVE his cock inside. One fast, deep thrust. Right to the base of his balls. Then he momentarily stopped while I gasped, surprised at the ferocity of his thrust. Then I saw a bottle of poppers appear under my nose and he told me to take a couple of huffs. I did as he suggested and he pulled the bottle away and I heard the lid go back on. I immediately felt his hands on my hips again and as my brain started to float, I felt him pull all the way out to the point where he was stretching my ass lips outward with the big flare of his cockhead. And he slammed into my stretched hole again and again. He started slapping my ass and calling me a cumslut for coming to him with a preloaded hole. And then he settled in to a good solid fuck. One of those fucks where he is deep dicking me and slapping my ass and talking dirty. He told me he loved the feel of the warm load wrapped around his cock as it pistoned in and out. He warned me to squeeze tight and not let any cum or precum spill out of my hole... or else. I was already well stretched out from Rob's big uncut cock and load. Rob had deposited that load deep into my second hole and Rick told me he was enjoying the feeling of the slick, warm cum coating his cock as he plowed in and out. Rick pushed my face down into the office chair and made sure it was up against the desk in a locked in position. I could feel him move forward a few shuffles and I knew what was coming next. He always did that when he wanted to 'dig in' deep inside my second hole. Just like Rob enjoyed the same spot. He continued with some solid slaps on my red ass. My cheeks were getting hot from the slapping. The poppers showed up again. I took a few huffs and braced myself as I felt him really starting to get in deep. He was using his legs to drive himself forward. His hips arched upwards and I could feel his cock bottoming out inside of me. He just took some nice short 1-2" thrusts while buried deep. "I love this feeling brother.. I'm gonna seed your guts and add my load in with Load #1. I'm gonna drown you with cum, I'm so turned on". And he made a funny noise and just pounded the crap out of me. His cock was bouncing around my guts and banging off the edges and the prostate and deep into the second hole as he exploded. He stopped thrashing around and stood still just pumping his hips back and forth gently as I milked the remaining cum from his cock. He churned it up really well and took his time mixing up the two loads of cum up inside of me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and I spun around and took his balls into my hand - right at the base of his balls. I held him balls gently but tight and leaned forward to lick all the cum from his semi-hard cock and all around the base of his cock and his balls. I know just about how much tongue action I can give him without setting of his sensitivity shudders. Once he was licked clean, I stood up and he pushed me towards his bedroom. There was a blanked covering the bed and he told me to get on the bed on my back. I wasn't sure what was coming next, but then he reached over and pulled a sleepmask off the dresser and put it on me. I was 'blacked out' and could only hear and feel what was going on. "Just relax and enjoy the ride" he said and passed me the bottle of poppers. I took a few hits and laid back in the darkness wondering what he was going to do. I felt a couple of fingers open my puffy hole and stroke in and out just an inch or so. Then those same fingers were pushed up against my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid the cummy fingers across my tongue. I sucked them clean and expected him to go back and do it again. Instead I felt the same two fingers being pushed a little deeper into my ass. Then pulled back. About a good minute of being fingered, stretched slightly and having my prostate rubbed randomly as he stroked in and out. It was an incredible feeling. Then a third finger was added. He kept talking about how wet my ass was and how hot it looked dripping cum around his hand. It was definitely turning my crank to hear him go on about how it looked. I sure couldn't see it. A fourth finger slid in beside the others. He was slowly stroking right up to the base of the fingers and his thumb. He kept stroking and sliding his hand around the edge of my hole. I could feel the slickness of his hand thanks to all the cum. And then, he started to slide the thumb in with the four fingers. This was new for him. He had never fisted my hole before. As he worked in deeper and took his time 'pumping' his fist back and forth like a big fat cock, he told me he was going to push all the cum deep into my guts. I took a couple more huffs and then relaxed my hole. He could feel me let it go a little and was ready. His fist slid easily inside my hole and he stopped moving for a minute or so, while I got used to the feeling. He flexed his fingers just a little bit, so I could feel exactly where he was, and once again, I relaxed and told him to keep going. He started to gently pump my hole with his fist. I felt the two longest fingers probing and teasing the ring of muscles into my second hole and I pushed them outwards so he could slide deeper. The feeling was incredible. He just kept 'hand-fucking' me gently and slowly, but continue to push inwards a little bit at a time. He stopped moving and I asked him what was wrong?? He replied " I want to make sure I get a picture of this so you can see how deep my fist is up your asshole buddy". I groaned and flexed my inner and outer ass rings and he started pumping again. He managed to stroked my prostate with every in and out movement and after a few minutes of this wonderful torture, I blew a load of cum. Within seconds of me cumming, he gently pulled his fist out of my ass. I could hear the juices squishing around the entire time. Suddenly, I felt his cock slide back into my hole and heard him 'sigh'. He told me this was the most fun he had enjoyed in a while and his inner piggy definitely came to life. I grinned and just took his cock as he slammed me standing at the edge of his bed. He fed me a couple more huffs of poppers and I felt three fingers slide into my ass beside his thrusting cock. It felt amazing and he used his fingers to grip his cock from one side while I squeezed his cock and fingers with my ass muscles. He spent the next few minutes pushing his cock in and out, then sliding his fingers up inside, then sliding his cock inside along the fingers. The feeling was pretty intense. He made that funny noise again and pulled his cock right to the edge of my ass lips and I could feel some warm spurts of cum all over the edge of my stretched gaping hole. I could also feel a shot or two go directly into my gape and land on the inside of my hole. Then he shoved his cock back in and churned the cum in and out of my ass. I felt his fingers at my mouth again and I licked more of our combined juices from his fingers. He went back down and scooped some more and continued to feed me. I was in piggy heaven feeling his cock and his fingers working over my hole and licking those fingers clean. He pulled back and pulled me off the bed and onto my knees. I quickly felt the head of his dripping cock smack against my lips. I had no idea where he was standing, so I just opened my mouth and he fed his cock inside. I licked his cock and balls clean again using my tongue as a guide of where to clean. Once I knew he was cleaned off, I leaned back on my haunches and he pulled the sleep mask off me. "That was a very hot scene... we need to do that again... soon". He took the butt plug and pushed it back inside of me and said... "Go home and ride a dildo using this cum for lube and get yourself off again. Next time we video this....".

In the early 2000s I met several guys on Craigslist m4m message board. I saw one guy mid 20s white, 5’10”, 150 lbs, vers who lived downtown, so I hit him up since I lived downtown as well. We emailed back and forth a few times and he eventually invited me over to his place. I guess I was more adventurous back then because we didn’t even exchange photos. I went over to his apartment in the afternoon and he buzzed me in. I knocked on his door and he opened it. He was a cute blonde, wore glasses (definitely a turn on for me), and had on a black tank top, jeans, and running shoes. “Am I okay?” I asked him, “I can leave if you want.” ”No, you’re cute,” he told me, “come in.” I followed him inside and he gave me a quick tour of his 1 bedroom apartment. He had a cute little patio and we chatted out there a bit before moving inside to his couch. We hadn’t explicitly talked about having sex, but I was getting good vibes, so when we had a lull in the conversation I pulled his head to me and kissed him. Our tongues dueled for a couple minutes until he pulled my shirt off me. I returned the favor and resumed kissing him, eventually going down his neck and chest to his nipples as I removed my shoes and socks. I knelt down in front of him and took off his shoes and socks, and then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, revealing a curved cut 6 inch cock. I stripped him completely then stood up to remove my jeans and boxer briefs. I just stepped out of my clothes when he leaned forward and took my own 6 inch circumcised dick into his mouth, slowly sucking up and down. After about a minute he stood up and led me into his bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. He go on the bed and flipped around so we could 69. I took his cock into my mouth and he took mine into his and we had a languid mutual blowjob session for about 10 minutes. He pulled off me and flipped around to lay beside me. “I don’t have a condom,” he told me. ”Oh,” I replied. “You should’ve said something. I could’ve brought one.” He took my cock in his hand and started stroking me. I grabbed his and started stroking him as well. His spit from the blowjob dried up pretty quickly so I asked him if he had lube, and he grabbed a bottle out of his bedside table and squirted it on both our cocks. We kissed some more as we lay side by side slowly stroking each other. After a couple minutes he pulled me over on top of him, my legs going in between his and sliding them apart slightly. Our lubed cocks slid against each other as I started to grind on him. His kissing got more intense and his arms were pulling on my back. My arms were wrapped around him as I thrust against him. His hips were grinding up on me as well and eventually as we both pulled back away from each other during our thrusting, my rock hard cock dropped underneath him and started sliding along his ass crack. Every once in a while I would pull back enough so the head of my dick made contact with his hole. He was squirming so much beneath me I couldn’t tell if he was pulling away from me when that happened. I was so horny at this point and just wanted to drive my raw cock in his hole, but we hadn’t talked at all about fucking, other than him letting me know he didn’t have a condom. I decided to test my luck so I wrapped my hand around my dick and placed my fist at his hole so when I thrust through my hand the head pushed against it. Each time I did that it seemed to get a reaction out of him but I couldn’t tell if he was into it. We were still passionately kissing so the only noises he was making were some moans. I thrust again and felt the lubed tip of my cock start to spread his hole. His tongue was deep in my mouth and his arms were wrapped around my body. I thrust a few more times, his hole spreading more and more. Finally I felt his sphincter give way and the head of my uncovered cock sank into him, my fist keeping the rest from going the rest of the way in. He arched his back up, thrusting his hips against me, kissing me harder and his arms pulling my chest closer to him. I let go of my cock and wrapped my arms around him as his legs came up and wrapped around my back. My bareback cock sank balls deep into him. He broke off our kiss and threw his head back. “Oh fuck!” He cried. “Are you okay?” I asked slowly starting to pull out. “Yeah,” he replied, “I’ve never fucked without a condom before, it feels awesome.” ”We can stop if you want,” I told him. “No,” he said, “you can keep going. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now but couldn’t find anyone who was willing. Everyone always uses a condom.” “Do you want me to pull out before I cum?” I asked him. “No,” he said, “I wanna feel you shoot in me.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into another passionate kiss. I started fucking him like crazy, so turned on that this cute twink was willing to take my cock bareback and wanted my load spilling into his unprotected ass. My uncovered dick slammed in and out of him as he thrust back against me, his legs and arms pulling at me trying to get me deeper into him. After a few minutes of me railing him he eased up a bit and grabbed his cock and started furiously jerking off. My own orgasm was slowly building, driven by the fact that my semen would soon be flooding this ass for the first time. I felt myself go over the edge, the orgasm ripping through my entire body as jets of cum streamed out of my cock into him. His own cock started spraying at almost the same time, sending cum up into his chest and face and even the headboard behind him. I collapsed down on to his cum soaked chest, my raw dick still buried inside him. I kissed his lips and started licking the cum off his face before pulling my cock out of him and laying down beside him. “Fuck,” he said, “feels like I lost my virginity again.” “Thanks for letting me be the one to do it,” I said. We kissed again and we lay there for a bit until I said I had to go. I got dressed and kissed him and left. A few days later I called him and asked if he wanted to hook up again. He agreed, so I got cleaned out and lubed up my hole before heading over. He buzzed me up and when I knocked he opened up the door and when I walked in, I saw that he was completely naked and his cock was already hard. I followed him to the bedroom and quickly stripped as he lay down on his back on the bed. I straddled him, my ass pressing down on his cock. “You taken a load bareback, you wanna give one?” I asked him. “Only if you’re cool with it,” he replied. In response I lifted up and grabbed his cock and placed the head at my already prepared hole. I slowly slid my ass down the length of it and started riding it. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he said after about thirty seconds. “How long is not long?” I asked. He grabbed my hips and gave three quick thrusts and moaned, and I knew he was breeding my unprotected hole. “That long,” he said, “sorry.” “Don’t apologize,” I told him, “that’s all I want when I bottom. An ass loaded with cum and a satisfied top.” I pulled off him and lay down next to him. “Thanks,” he said, “if you wanna get off you can fuck me.” Five minutes later I dumped another load in his ass.

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. I woke up laying in the fetal position, naked except for all of the gear. I was in the post-nap fog which was amplified by the fact that I was blindfolded and had no sense of time. I knew I had slept but had no idea how long. I knew there was a blanket laying over the back of the couch so I nuzzled it with my nose then used my mouth to bite it and pull it down on top of me. Between being locked in the Cage, eating food out of a dog bowl, and now using my mouth to bite on a blanket and pull it – these things by themselves made me feel for a moment that I actually was a dog...that I was Ethan and Jacob's pet. I had a wave of giddy happiness, like when a dog is pet, praised, and then given a bone. I was happy and comfortable laying on the couch, and I could tell I was going to fall back asleep. As I started to fall asleep, I thought briefly about what might be coming next and then stopped myself, recognizing it wasn’t worthwhile to try and predict what was coming next. I thought again about how well choreographed everything had been so far, and how both Jacob and the new guy all seemed to already know what was happening – they both entered the situation with no hesitation and seemed familiar to know that Ethan had a “Boy.” It felt planned and practiced, like a top tier Broadway play. It felt like they were doing this as a team together. I had organized sex parties before of varying sizes – some very successful, some not as much. But those parties were about combining the right group of compatible guys at the same time, nothing that required scripting and physical movement and anything other than lube, sexy toys, and porn. If they had planned this, they had already put in a lot of work for this to just be a 24-hour fuck session... The planning and orchestration demonstrated made me realize that the session was probably not ending tonight and maybe not even tomorrow night. That thought did not make me feel stressed or anxious. In fact, accepting it could be so made me relax. And with that, I fell asleep again. I woke up some time later and was surprised to find Ethan with his hand on my hip, rubbing me gently (like he was petting me). I could feel the presence of Jacob and the new person, and I imagined they were sitting in the two chairs on either end of the couch. There was a commercial playing on the TV, and after it ended, another commercial: "Coming up on King 5 at 11..." - it wasn't 11PM for sure, but they were teasing the 11PM broadcast of the news which meant it had to be later than the 5:30-6:30P evening broadcast, so it was sometime between 6:30P and 11PM. So, I had been there at minimum 5 hours and no more than 10. It was reassuring simply to understand how much time had elapsed. "Boy, do you need to use the restroom or clean up?" I realized at this exact moment that I still had the anal beads in my hole. I instantly felt them inside me and enjoyed the fullness of having them in me. FUCK! They had been in for enough time that it was probably good for me to go rinse off and shower. "Sir, may I take a shower please and remove the anal beads for now?" "Yes, boy. Let me take you to the shower." He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me on to my feet, gave me permission to walk to the shower with him, but grabbed me by the collar and more than gently pulled/dragged me the direction he wanted to go. We got into the bathroom and Ethan shut the door. He removed all the restraint gear including my blindfold, and even though all I could see was the bathroom, it was the first thing I had seen in hours, and I was a bit overwhelmed just trying to focus my eyes. The bathroom had nothing in it. No pictures or art. No clock. No window. It was weird to look around and see things again – not just imagine what might be in front of me. I also noticed how differently I moved while I was getting into the shower, compared to how I moved blindfolded – I moved somewhat cautiously and used my hands to find surfaces, much like I did blindfolded. "Be as quick as you can, we're just getting going." Ethan exited the bathroom and shut the door behind him. There was a Shower Shot installed. I stood under the water for a moment and just enjoyed the warmth of the water flowing over my body. I was waking up, energized from my nap. I began to remove the anal beads slowly, the first to come out is always the largest and most challenging. Bending over, I pulled slowly, feeling my hole stretch open to allow the ball to pass. I groaned loudly when it came out. Now unmuffled by the ball gag, I’m sure my Dominants all heard the sound I made. In the time I had been asleep, my hole had started to tighten again, making removing that first large ball incredibly intense. My dick was getting hard and I spent a few moments stroking my dick, something I had not done in quite a while. I removed the remainder of the anal beads slowly, one by one, each time pausing slowly to recover. Despite the fact they were decreasing in size, each one felt significant and the sensations were intense. My hole felt completely empty now that all the anal beads were removed. Empty in a way that I did not like and hoped wouldn’t last long. I reached my hands around while I was bent over and fingered my hole with both hands, put two fingers in from each hand and pulled my hole apart, and ran my fingers over the outside of my hole to see what it felt like. Progress had been made. This is the type of hole that belongs to a Submissive who’s being trained. I douched, then showered and dried off. Ethan had laid out all of the restraints on the counter neatly, and just as I stepped out of the shower, Ethan entered the bathroom. I then saw on the counter that all of the restraints had been laid out neatly on the counter. With the same precision and speed he demonstrated before, Ethan had all the restraints back on me in no time. It would have taken me five times as long to do what he did. There was one item missing, however – the ball gag. I hadn’t noticed but there was a new one that was on the counter. I looked at it and immediately noticed that it was the same as design as the ball gag, but instead of the ball, there was a small dildo and leather panel. The dildo wasn’t large enough to be used in your hole, but I was already anticipating how it might feel locked into your mouth. I had a feeling that despite its seemingly small size, this gag was not going to be a walk in the park. I was right. The curved shape of the dildo plus its size did exactly what Jacob's dick had done earlier – fill my mouth and then stop just show of going down your throat and causing you to choke. The base of the dildo was almost like a bite-guard which forced you to wrap your lips around it and then bite down. A leather panel covered the entirely of your mouth. Once on, I could breathe through my mouth, but it was more difficult. I had seen things like this online, but it was the first time I had ever experienced one. The last thing to go on was the blindfold. Ethan shoved two fingers in my still slightly wet hole and I heard him then suck on his fingers. He grabbed my arm and started walking me towards the living room. As we were walking, I had a fleeting thought that – as much as I had enjoyed the shower and being able to see -- I actually enjoyed how I felt with all of my gear. I felt comfortable walking in to the room, looking this way, feeling this way. For all I knew there could be even more people in the living room waiting, but I wasn’t worried about that. My gear was starting to become an armor of sorts. I was walking into the room feeling proud for what I’d already done and excited for what was to come. “I am Boy” I thought, wanting to grin but blocked by the gag. I am Boy…I AM Boy! "Boy, kneel!" I dropped to my knees and Jacob came up behind me, pushing my torso forward until my face touched the ground. He maneuvered my arms inside my legs and moved my body position until my wrists and ankles were next to each other. I was tucked in to a tight “ball" shape and had no support for my torso, so my head rest on the ground. Jacob attached all the chains, including connecting my wrists to my ankles. “Try to move, Boy” I grunted agreement and then tried to move. I could move slightly in any direction but most important, any attempt to move my body forward and pull away from whatever or whoever was using my hole was stopped by the chains and the restraints. I was able to lift my head up off the floor and sit up slightly, but otherwise, could not stop my hole from getting used. "Boy has got a nice hole. We’re off to a good start, Boy, but we need to get you prepared. This hole has a lot of potential but you’re not winning any trophies yet. You want to be the best don’t you, Boy?” Jacob sounded happy and excited, but also serious. I grunted again, nodding my head in agreement. Jacob rubbed his fingers over the outside of my hole and just barely pushed a few fingers in then pulled out. I could feel his face get close to my hole, I could feel his breath. He then blew on the outside of my hole a few times, making it quiver and tingle. He finished by spitting on my hole as I heard someone else walk towards us. It was the new guy: "I gotta fuck that hole open for you guys. You know I like them worked over. Boy, you ready to make this a Grade A cumhole that guys will remember?" My grunting sounded ridiculous at this point. I heard the sounds of Ethan’s shoes on the floor, walking closer to where we were. He must have gotten behind me and in front of Jacob, because he landed two hard slaps, one on each ass cheek. I groaned as loudly as I had up to this point, the sting radiating through my body. I am sure there were red hand marks left. I was enjoying the escalation of intensity I was experiencing. It felt challenging, but considered and thoughtful – they were pushing me hard and aggressively, but not so far or too fast that I wouldn’t be able to go the distance. If we were already at this point, how much further would we be by tomorrow at this time? My dick got hard thinking of the possibilities. One of the people behind me backed away, and I heard the electric-din of a TV turning on. Immediately, I could hear the sounds of a gay porn. I could tell from the sounds it was a gang-bang scene. Yes, I’ve watched enough porn to know that from the audio alone. Whoever was left behind me at this point pumped out some additional lube and rubbed the cool gel all over my hole, fingering it in once again. At the same time that was happening, it must have been someone else who was reaching underneath me to pull and yank on my dick and balls. Yes, it was two people – I could feel at least three hands, but I honestly didn’t know whose hands they were. "Let's flip him, go grab that towel." That was Jacob. I can hear a towel being shaken open to my left, closer to the area rug and coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Jacob and another person picked me up from either side, lifted me and rolled me to my back, and placed me on top of the towel. They must both be very strong, because they seemed to flip me around and move me like I was a turkey being moved from one pan to the other. Someone got behind me, up to my hole, and put their dick on my hole. “Nah, he’s too low to the ground. We can’t fuck him like this. What if we put him on the ottoman?” I was not consulted but my opinion didn’t matter. Someone brought over the ottoman and within moments, the towel was removed from underneath me and I was lifted up from the ground and on to the ottoman. “Fuck yeah! That’s perfect!” said the new guy. I could imagine what it must have looked like – my body compacted tightly into a ball, ass and hole exposed, on top of the ottoman waiting for whatever was coming my way. The hands from earlier that had been pulling on my dick and balls started to do so again. I was moaning and feeling incredible. I heard another pump of lube and again my hole was lubricated, right before I felt the tip of someone’s dick right at the center of my hole. With the sound of the porno playing and my dick and balls being pulled on, I wondered if they were going to go hard or ease me into what was next. I let out a sigh and then took a breath – it wasn’t easy breathing deeply with the dildo gag in my mouth. FAAAAHUUUCK! I got my answer as to how they’d start with my breeding. In seconds, whoever’s dick had gone from just outside my hole to balls deep, buried so fast and so deep I screamed – though you couldn’t tell due to the gag. It was the most unrelenting and unapologetic way I’ve ever been entered by someone in my life. I could not believe how intense it was. Thankfully, whoever it was kept their dick buried in me for a moment to let me get used to the girth at the base of his dick. I could tell that this must be the new guy. The base of his dick felt different than both Ethan and Jacob’s. As I had this realization, Ethan asked the new guy “how does our Boy feel?” “So fucking good!” the new guy responded. Jacob responded with “Fuckin’ A…loved fucking our Boy’s hole. Enjoy. Oh…Boy…by the way, the dick inside of you right now belongs to our friend Alex. He’s just like you, me, Ethan… and just so you know, Alex and I have been really looking forward to meeting our new Boy.” “Hi Boy, we’re going to make sure you get really well trained and used. Does my dick feel good in you right now? Can’t wait to give you my load and mark you.” Alex spoke to me for the first time directly. I grunted and shook my head and briefly tightened my hole muscles around Alex’s dick Alex let out a low guttural moan and then began fucking me with long, medium speed strokes. I think his dick must be longer than Ethan and Jacob’s because when he would push all the way in, I definitely felt it more and would moan loudly. My back arched and I focused on relaxing my muscles. I could feel sweat form on my forehead and just as I had hoped for, my hole felt filled again I was opening up for Alex, but as Alex promised, he was going to work me hard. He pulled all the way out, then shoved his dick all the way in, over and over and over again, each time ravaging my hole and making me go insane. Every stroke in he had to blast through my hole and into my guts. I moaned loudly, though no one could really hear the intensity of my screams muffled by the gag. It felt amazing. He continued this as we both got louder and louder. My guts felt absolutely filled with his dick. He then pulled out and replaced his dick with his fingers, starting with three from each hand, pulling my hole apart in both directions. Alex wanted to see a slutty gaped hole, and he was going to do his best to get one. "How's it going in there?" Alex yelled towards the kitchen, I think. "Almost done" replied either Ethan or Jacob, I couldn't tell. I could hear what sounded like the Cage moving but beyond that, my brain was overwhelmed with sensation, and I was unable to really isolate any one thing. Alex had his dick in me again, except this time when he shoved it into me, I could tell the work on my hole had paid off. I was able to consume his dick with less effort, while enjoying it just as much. He began fucking me at normal speed, always making sure to get as deep as possible. The same set of hand as before was back and had reached under me and grabbed my dick and balls, pulling both forward. Ethan entered the room and said, “Fuck yeah, how’s his hole? You get some good work done? He’s gonna need to be ready for later.” Later? I wonder what’s later. I’ve already had three dicks in me, plenty of fingers, toys. If my hole needed even more of a warmup, whatever was coming had to be big. “It looks fucking great, it feels fucking great, he’s getting there.” Jacob had let go of my balls and dick and moved behind me, next to Alex. I groaned in agreement, but I don’t know if they could hear me or cared. Alex kept fucking me. I was feeling that awesome feeling that bottoms love - the fullness of having a dick in your hole and the anticipation of getting a nice fat load shot inside. If I didn't have the gag in my mouth, I'd have been begging for his cum. He kept going for several more minutes and then he started to go a bit faster, moan a little faster, and Alex said, "I'm going to cum in your hole. I'm gonna cum in your fucking hole Boy." Balls deep with one last stroke he buried his dick all the way and I felt the unmistakable feeling of his hot cumload hitting the insides of my hole while his dick pulsated inside of me. He kept thrusting forward, trying to make sure he was as deep as he could be. He laid forward, the weight of his torso crushing me slightly. He thrust into me again pushing as deep into me as possible while his dick continued to pulse. He was shaking, I was shaking, I could feel the sweat on my forehead, I could feel my hole twitch. It had been worked open quite a bit more and was continuing to progress from tight asshole to loose cumdump. He began to slowly pull out. "You keep your hole wrapped tight around my dick while I pull out. That seed is staying up inside you. You don’t let go of a single drop" I made another grunting sound. Jacob and Ethan at this point made no comment or sounds and so I wasn't sure if they'd left the room and if so, when. The timeline was getting fuzzy. "Alex, can you get him un-tied and on to his feet or do you need help?" "Nope, I got it." Before untying me, he grabbed another plug (different from the one before). I could hear the lube pump and then the tip of the plug touched my hole. He began pushing the plug inside of my hole, allowing it to first break through and then removing it. He then in three pushes managed to insert the plug fully, the base resting against the outside of my hole. I would have screamed without the gag – my hole had been taking a beating, the last of which ended mere moments ago. Beyond that, this plug seemed unusual. It didn’t feel particularly large or particularly lengthy. But the intensity of feeling when inserted all the way was more than I expected. Alex got me on me on my feet and walked me across the room into the kitchen. When we walked into the kitchen, I could feel the presence of Ethan and Jacob. "I can't wait to fuck Boy's hole again. I thought you said he was a cumdump. That shit feels tighter than a cumdump should be. I did my best but it’s time to work him the fuck out." Alex said, then "I'm out, gotta get back home but I'll be back. Text me later. See you guys soon." Alex grabbed my dick and pulled on it, slapped it, slapped me gently on the ass, and said "Good start, Boy. But you got a lot more to do.” I just stood there for a second and wasn't sure what was next. A few moments later, my harness was removed and not replaced, the leather blindfold was replaced with another blindfold made of something that left slick and synthetic. I still was unable to see anything at all. The dildo gag was replaced with something different as well. It was much easier to breathe with the new gag. It had a similar “bite grip” at the base, but the gag itself felt like an open tube which extended out from my face, then back in to my mouth, stopping before my throat. It kept my mouth open the same way. The ankle and wrist restraints were also removed and as they were being taken off, Ethan said, "This is your first opportunity to show you can control yourself. You need to maintain your body positions as if the restraints are still on. So, if we position you a certain way, it's your job to keep your body that way." "Yes, sir!" (which sounded more like I was gurgling mouthwash than saying words) "It's time for your next lesson, Boy. Jacob, do you think he's ready for this?" I tried to make an agreeable and enthusiastic sound. "Probably not but I'm betting on the Boy." Jacob said, both of them laughing again while they left me there standing, naked. I could hear things moving around in the kitchen where I was standing but also in the living room. I had no idea what was being moved, and I had no idea why. I stood there salivating over the thought of having Alex's load in my hole, the second person that day that had been inside me who I had never seen. I felt really good and just kept hoping there were more loads to come...many many many more loads.

Bailed out of work a few hours early yesterday and found myself at the trailer of a guy off NKP. He had fucked and bred me several months ago and I remembered he had stuck a torch in my hand and a loaded bowl in my mouth and told me “you can stop smoking when I stop fucking.” Of course I left that day fucked up beyond any experience with a four day load coating every inch of my hole. Yesterday I arrived with my Nasty Pigs jock, my own smoke and bottle of G infused Gatorade. I had drank half already as well as a bottle of water and needed to piss. I pullout my enema bottle and told him I wanted to fill my hole with chem piss. He had a nasty smile and handed me a cup saying, ”put that away and fill this cup.” When I overflowed the cup, he told me to help him set up his sling so he could use my “piggy fuck hole.” It’s quite a mind fuck to be spun, lightly G’d up and assembling another man’s sling for the purpose of your own anal desecration. He started putting on leathers and told me to finish my Gatorade and get my ass in the sling. I chugged the last bit and laid back. He strapped my feet in the stirrups and tied my arms to the chain over my head after blindfolding me. As he stuck the pipe in my mouth and force fed me hit upon hit of T, I felt my body start to float. Breathing deeply I would take in the second hand smoke from the clouds hanging over me. He asked if I was his piggy boy.... yes I moaned. He asked if I was a cumdump... yes I moaned again. He asked if he should fill my ass with my own chempiss and let it soak in. Fuck yes, please! I shouted. As he said “good boy”, I felt something cold and metal lightly touch my hungry fuck hole. He Well, I better get back to work so I can get caught up from yesterday. I could continue later? 🤷🏻‍♂️🤔

I was at the underage club one night sobering up and dancing when a cute 18 year old named Cory came up to me and started dancing. We had a good time dancing until the club finally closed at around 3am and he offered to drive me home. I only lived across downtown, so I could walk, but I accepted his offer. He had an older truck with a bench seat and a gun rack and we spent the short drive talking about hunting and guns. He parked near my place and we chatted a bit more and eventually he leaned over to kiss me. We made out for a few minutes and then he looked around out the windows then he started unbuttoning my jeans. He fished my already rock hard cock out of my underwear and then bent over and took me in his mouth. He sucked me for about a minute then he grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of his head. I got the hint and grabbed his hair and guided his head up and down on my cock. After a few minutes he got up and looked at me. “Do you wanna fuck me?” He asked. “Hell yeah,” I said, “you have condoms and lube?” “No,” he replied, “do you rim?” “I love rimming,” I told him. He looked around again to see if anyone was around. It was after 3 am and no one had passed us and we didn’t see anyone around. He kicked off his shoes and completely stripped except for his socks. He had a beautiful well-defined twink body, with veins showing through his muscles, and a rock hard 5 inch cock. He got on his hands and knees on the bench seat, pointing his ass towards me. I wasted no time putting my tongue into his hole, making him moan as I ate him out. “Fuck you’re good at that,” he told me. He flipped around on lay down on the bench on his back, drawing his knees up to his shoulder. “Just use spit,” he told me. I was so turned on that this sexy teenage twink was about to let me fuck him bareback. I spit into my hand a few times and got my cock wet and moved forward so the tip of my dick was at his hole. I looked down at this naked guy below me, I was still fully clothed, just my jeans were open. I slowly started pressing my uncovered cock into him. He closed his eyes and exhaled as his unprotected ass opened to accept me. He opened his eyes as I bottomed out balls deep. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down to kiss him as I backed my raw cock out to the head and shoved it back again. He moaned into my mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside as I barebacked him. His legs wrapped around me as I continued to thrust inside him, his ass massaging my bare dick. He broke off the kiss. “Tell me when you’re going to cum,” he said. “Can I cum in you?” I asked him. He nodded. I kept fucking him for a few minutes more until I felt my orgasm start to build. “I’m getting close,” I told him. He grabbed his cock and started jerking. A minute later I felt my orgasm hit and I told him. I started spurting into his ass he moaned and shot his load onto his stomach. I thrust in balls deep one last time and then slowly pulled out. He sat up and spun around behind the wheel. He grabbed his tshirt and wiped his cum off his stomach. “Well we’ll have to do that again,” he said as I buttoned up my jeans. I kissed him and hopped out of his truck. He drove off still naked. We hooked up a few more times after that, always bareback, but then I lost contact with him for a few years. I was cruising Grindr one day when I saw him on there and I hit him up he asked if I wanted to grab a beer so I met up with him. We had a pint while we caught up. “You wanna fuck?” He asked me. I always enjoyed how blunt he was. “Definitely,” I told him, “want to go back to my place?” “Would you be down for doing it outside?” He asked me. I agreed and he said he knew a place, so we got into my car and I drove to the place he suggested. It was a wooded spot with a lot of underbrush. I parked and we got out and he led me into brush, shoving it aside. Just inside he turned and looked back at the road. A car passed but you could barely see it. He quickly undressed, leaving himself completely naked except for his shoes, gathering up his clothes in his arms. “You should get naked too,” he said. I looked back at the road, “I dunno,” I said. He shrugged and turned and walked deeper into the woods. I followed him, watching his muscled back, ass, and legs as he went further in. My cock was rock hard knowing that ass was going to be flooded with my babies in a few minutes. He stopped at a fallen tree and put his clothes on it. He stepped up to me and we started kissing as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans . He pushed them and my underwear down to my thighs and grabbed my cock in his hand. “Ready to breed me?” He asked. In answer I put my hand on his head and pushed him down so his face was level with my cock. He eagerly took me into his mouth and gave me an expert blowjob for a few minutes. I pulled him off and with my other hand grabbed his chin. “Bend over against that tree,” I told him. He turned and leaned on the tree, that muscular ass jutting out invitingly towards me. I bent over and gave his hole a quick lap with my tongue, then pulled out a lube packet I had brought with me. I looked around and thought fuck it. I stripped naked, but left my shoes on and lined up behind him. I squeezed the line onto my cock and onto his ass and started pushing into him. He pushed back and in no time I was balls deep and started fucking his raw ass. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. “You’re about to get bred,” I told him. “Fuck yeah,” he said, “get that load deep in me!” The combination of being out naked in the woods and fucking a hot ass bareback made my orgasm build in record time. I told him I was close and he started to furiously jerk off, shooting his semen all over the tree in front of him a minute later as I bottomed out in him and flooded his unprotected ass with my cum. He looked back at me and laughed. He pulled foward off my cock then squatted down. He grinned up at me as my load poured out his ass into a puddle on the ground beneath him.

Something I've always wanted but hasn't happened yet, being bred by a hot uncut black stud. One of my fantasies is being verbally degraded by a hot black stud while he uses me and fills me with that black seed. I would love to also be the only white bottom in a room full of black tops that verbally degrade me and have all of them giving me their cum in my ass only. I'd love to hear if there are other white guys that feel that way, and hear from black men that like to breed white ass. Do you only breed white ass? Are there white men that only get barebacked by black cock? ***Please note that this isn't a racist post*** I like and welcome people from all walks of life.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 11 PLEASE NOTE: I AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER. THIS IS THE SECOND OF THREE ! Installment number Twelve of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. See my intro to part 11 for more of a summation of parts 1 - 10. So along with me - at the time a 43-year-old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on what was now a foggy Saturday night having left the Dance Party at the Crown where I had been pulled up to fill in for a performer with laryngitis, we got back to the sexual adventures. JImmy, Lou, Vice, Keiran, Charlie and I escorted Jimmy's niece Cassie and her boyfriend Doug back to their transformed motel room so they could take a walk on the wild side. Apologies for stalling this segment, but on that Saturday night a few things happened that bug me a bit to this day, and as they are about true events I don’t change them or ignore them to cover what actually happened. 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! Trigger warning: there's some violence in this part. And though Cassie is in the room, we don't focus on her, this is about the sex with the males of the group. Don’t worry, good chemsex too! Also please note that the college-age folks were all over 18, so if I call someone a “kid” that someone is still of more than legal age, it’s just an expression I use referring to people who are more than 2 decades younger than me!. SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALL RIGHT FOR FIGHTING Her Uncle Jimmy, hearing this said, “Don’t worry baby girl, you’ll soon have more straight guys here to fill out your gang-bang fantasy.” He then directed Kieran and Charlie over to us where Doug appeared eager to taste one and then the other, copying his girlfriend’s moves and seeming to like it. After about 10 minutes I noticed that Jimmy was texting something on his phone, then pulling on a jock he cracked open the door to the outside looking both ways and signaled a “come in” invitation with his hands. Six guys entered the motel room as we all stopped what we were doing to see who was joining us. A few postings back in this recounting of that wild weekend I mentioned that Provincetown was very, very Caucasian – a thing foreign to me, a born-and-bred New Yorker who enjoys fooling around with men of all races and nationalities including my own – I love variety! I wrote that I only really ‘knew’ three African-American guys in town – I should have said ‘three that were gay and I’d had sex with’. There were a few other men of color around the summers I lived there, mostly straight, but truly only a few, while Latin and Asian guys were almost non-existent among ‘townies’ in the ‘90s. Imagine my surprise and potential delight when four of the six newcomers were men of color. I recognized one guy named Martin who I found out later that evening had become the sous chef at The Lobster Pot. When the Hubby and I decided after the second summer working in P’Town that we might stay over the Winter, we got jobs at the Lobster Pot, and at the time Martin was a 19 year old tall rail-thin islander with a very cute-handsome face and sexy Caribe accent who back in ’91 had just moved up to kitchen assistant from dishwasher. We were both disappointed to learn he had zero interest in guys, though he was gracious about the pass we made at him. By the beginning of November that year we decided that staying the winter would NOT be our thing and left for New York – by the time we left town, Martin and my Hubby were always joking and causing me to constantly crack up at inappropriate times. I was very titillated to see him be a part of this. Aside from moving all the way up to the second spot in the kitchen, in the intervening years his shoulders had broadened, and he had grown into his height and was even sexier in his 30s than he was at 19! Jimmy herded them over to the drinks and the pipes. As the newbies began indulging our host gave an expanded version of his earlier speech, “Listen up guys, guys, this is a special welcome party Lou and I put together for my niece Carrie who has always wanted to be gang-banged, and her boyfriend Doug who is curious to try out his bi side. Thanks for helping me make their fantasies come true – we’ve got some guys here already for Doug’s end of things so if that’s not your scene, you don’t need to be a part of it at all, but if you do, no judgement. I know Carrie is why most of you are here, and as a reward we’ve got all the best party favors to get you and keep you in the mood, so drink up, light up, spin up and get undressed and get comfortable.” Just before these new dudes came in, Kieran had replaced Doug between my legs and was giving me some great oral while his husband Charlie was being serviced by Doug. As Jimmy was speaking, I saw Martin taking a hit off a tina bong and blowing an impressive cloud. As he exhaled, his eyes caught mine. At first, he had that, ‘I know you but I’m not sure from where…’ look on his face, but then realization struck and he smiled and nodded at me. I returned the smile only to be distracted when my Boston fratboy slowly let my cock slide out of his mouth and stood up, obviously to stretch his legs. As I was still seated on the side of the bed next to Vice and Lou, standing up put Kieran’s dick right in front of my face. Not one to miss out on any sexual opportunity, I took his semi-hard tool in my mouth and gave him some pretty toe-curling head in return. I was in the perfect spun place to really go to town on any cock orally at that point, enjoying how good his skin felt and tasted as I took him in. Don’t know about you guys, but I do love sucking a dick that’s mostly flaccid and feeling it chub up in my mouth until it’s completely hard. I love that almost as much as rimming a hot hole before I fuck it. I don’t always get to indulge my oral side as much as I might like in some scenes, as many of my bottom buds want to get to the fucking as soon as possible; while I like to suck and get sucked, and rim before sliding into some hot dude hole, or get rimmed myself before someone slides into me. The straight crew were still getting spun up, slowly getting out of their clothes, using the bathroom and eyeing the porn and Carrie, and it seemed like their real entrance into the scene was imminent. Jimmy came over and signaled the gay crew to shift over to the other bed, so that Carrie and the straight boys would have one to themselves, while Doug and the gays would take the other for now. Hardly missing a beat Charlie, Kieran, Doug and I switched over, with Jimmy joining us. I wound up on my back on the bed with Doug sitting on my face and someone sucking my cock – I think it was Charlie. I heard Doug gagging and realized he was attempting to suck off his girlfriend’s uncle. If you remember from previous chapters, Jimmy’s cock is very large for a white guy, especially since Jimmy was a really compact guy who was only 5’5” tall. I could only marvel that newbie Doug was actually attempting to get that monster down his throat – I guess my suspicions about him only doing this for Cassie were wrong, at least from the enthusiasm he seemed to be showing. I can say that rimming his virgin hole was a treat, and I was back in hog heaven when SOMEONE’s ass slid down over my cock and began to ride me. I heard a key turn in the lock, and most of us froze until Jimmy called out “it’s cool, he’s joining us…”. Easing back from Doug’s hole and looking between his legs I saw a late-twenties, skinny as a rail, pale as a ghost, freckled ginger come in just wearing basketball shorts and slides looking around in delight. “My Ma’s finally gone to run the office at the Windjammer and will not be back tonight.” In his light brogue he continued, “my Da’s manning the desk here while I dip my wick and he may stop in for a dip himself when I relieve him later.” Moving further into the room he passed us as he queried “Have ya’ got a wee bit of the T for me Jimmy?” Finding my throat in the need of some hydration, and my neck seriously needing to unkink itself, I extracted myself from the man-pile I was in the middle of and made my way over to the refreshments and the bongs. As the redhead rolled the bowl above the torch flame and I was downing a bottle of water, Jimmy introduced us. Turns out this was the owner’s son Brendon, and the Windjammer was their other motel down in Truro. He passed me the glass cock and the torch and as I was inhaling the vapor, Martin came over and smiled his big toothy grin and said “I thot’ dat was you! How you been mon? And where’s your sidekick?” Damn, between his Caribe lilt and Brendon’s mild brogue, I could listen to these two talk all night… Blowing out my cloud I replied, “He’s at a Convention and is joining me tomorrow night. And yes, he knows I’m here!” I wanted to cut off that question that seems to come from all straight folks when they encounter a sexually open gay couple. So many assume we must be cheating on the other, and that’s the furthest thing from our minds! While we chatted and shared blowing some clouds, the two of them started watching the action on Cassie’s side of the room. “She’s a wee vixen, isn’t she?” Brendon asked Martin, who agreed heartily. At that moment, she was surrounded by five guys with both hands jerking a dick and her mouth going from cock to cock to cock around the circle. Two other guys leaned on the wall waiting their turn to get in the circle of the soon-to-be gangbanged college nymph. Martin watched for a bit more, then looked over at the other bed where Kieran, Charlie, Jimmy and Doug were sucking and rimming up a storm, and then back at the circle around Cassie. Blowing out a cloud and handing me the bong and torch, he mused to Brendon, “seems like it will be a while ‘till we get our turn, mon.” Brendon just grunted in agreement, nodding sadly. “Unless…” Martin said turning to look me in the eye and raising an eyebrow as I was drawing a hit through the bubbles, “a long time ago you made me an offer an’ I was stupid and turned it down. Dat offer still stand? You maybe help us out?” Raising an eyebrow myself, I looked at them both and slowly exhaled a huge cloud. “I could certainly help out an old friend – and a new one – if you’re sure you want that.” “I was a stupid kid back then, not anymore!” And then he gave that toothy smile again and waved his long, soft, mahogany wanker at me. “just remember, I’ll be doing this because I like it, and I like you, I do this for fun, NOT for a power trip in either direction….” Martin nodded then I turned to Brendon to see him agree as well then saw he had dropped his basketball shorts to reveal a pale floppy dong framed by flaming red pubes that seemed to already be chubbing up a bit. “All righty then,” I smirked as I dropped to me knees. Taking a bong rip, I put the glassware down and put my mouth around Martin’s cock and began to suck gently, then let the cloud out around his stiffening member as he moaned softly. Taking another deep hit, I turned to Brendon and slurped his shillelagh down my gullet and again let the cloud slowly emerge around it, as I handed the pipe back. “Dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” Martin sighed with an “Um-hmm” coming from Brendon. I went to town on these two straight guys going back and forth deep-throating one while stroking the other, and then switching, then back, then switch. It was hot having them both go from soft and semi-soft to rock hard in my mouth. After a few minutes of back and forth, I felt someone kneel down opposite me, so that he could take one while I took the other, and then we could switch without either of these straight guys needing to move. As I was still throat deep on Martin, I let Brendon’s dick go so my fellow cocksucker could take him in. Glancing sideways around the cock in my mouth, I saw a huge white cock between the other cocksucker’s legs and realized that Jimmy had joined me. We switched back and forth for a few hot minutes until his phone buzzed and he got up to let three more guys into the room. I stayed down continuing my assault on these two excellent examples of penile development as Martin and Brendon continued to moan and compliment my oral skills. The three new guys shucked their clothes and grabbed beers looking around at the action. Seeing me taking hits off the bong and blowing them on the two cocks, and then seeing others around the room doing the same thing, the new guys asked what we were smoking and could they have some? I heard Jimmy give them the speech about his niece and her boyfriend and give them each a dick pill before showing them how to light the torch, roll the bowl and take some hits. Apparently all three were virgins when it came to tina and seemed to quickly start enjoying being in the clouds. Pulling his cock from my mouth, Martin grabbed Brendon and turned them both around to face the desk behind us. Glancing over his shoulder he told me “Don’ wanna’ cum too soon – waitin’ to bang de girl, so maybe you give us some tongue service back here?” I smirked up at them saying, “So long as you’re both clean back there?” Brendon looked a bit confused, and Martin whispered something in his ear. “Oh, aye lad, just had me a shower,” Brendon affirmed, and Martin chuckled “clean as a whistle!” while handing down the bong. I drew a hit as Martin leaned over the desk and indicated the Irishman do the same, suddenly I had two straight holes fully presenting for me. Just as I had when I started blowing them, I dove face first into Martin’s chocolate bubble butt, kissed then licked then drove my tongue in and let out my clouds around his pucker as he just sighed and nodded. Taking another hit, I did the same to the two freckled white snow-globes Brendon enticed me with. Once again, as I began to actually tongue fuck that hole, I released my cloud ever so slowly in that tight straight hole. Brendon began to mutter and curse, “Shite, what the feck, oh yeah, don’t stop my man… I never knew…” all the while bouncing around like he’d put his finger in an electric socket. My own cock was rock hard. “You know,” I drawled as I was rolling the bowl, “I’m mostly a top and if you two weren’t straight, my cock would shortly be balls deep banging one or the other of you or both. A Pity, but I respect limits.” Fortunately, the two just laughed it off. I finished my hit and noticed Vice now on the outskirts of the str8 boy ring had overheard me and winked in my direction murmuring, “And you’d both be lucky…” As I went back and forth rimming Martin and Brendon, I heard a couple of new voices. “Is that fag doing what I think he’s doing?” and “That’s disgusting” and “Actually looks into it, jeez I’m gonna be sick…”. Well, this was certainly putting a damper on the festivities. I broke away from the two hot butts and glanced back at where the voices were coming from and just sighed to myself. Standing watching us were the two guys Jimmy and I gave blowjobs to in the dunes late Thursday afternoon (see Part 2), the aging hippie and the abusive angry guy; they had a third guy with them I guessed to be one of the local fisher or lobster men. All naked, or mostly, and unfortunately due to my experience with two of them on Thursday, AND the trash they were talking in my direction, I really wasn’t interested in any of them, especially their nasty band leader. Rolling my eyes, I turned back and sucked my two guys a minute or two more, and then Martin tapped me on the shoulder. “It’s our turn wit’ the girlie, thank you my friend, that was delicious!” “Aye, that’s the truth in it, much appreciated,” was Brendon’s farewell as they hastened over to Cassie’s circle. Chuckling, I put my hand behind myself to get off my knees and go rejoin the “gay contingent”, only to be literally shoved back down. Seriously. Anyone who knows me will know how well THAT went over with me. Glaring up, it was of course, the dickhead from the dunes. “Where do you think you’re going Princess? Here’s more dick for you – get to work…” Clenching my jaw, I growled “I don’t think so…” and started to rise again, only to be shoved onto my ass by this idiot. “Nobody asked what you think, cocksucker,” he said with an ugly chuckle. “And nobody cares what some useless faggot thinks honey, now get to it. If you can kiss that black* ass you can certainly suck my white dick.” Lovely, so he was a racist too, unsurprisingly. He and the third guy stepped forward to bang their dicks on my forehead. To his credit, the aging hippie who I did suck off on Thursday while Jimmy did Prince Charming had the decency to look chagrined. *(the word he actually used here was not this one and began with “n”) “Weren’t you listening, I said ‘no’ dirtbag…” my voice was hissing through my clenched teeth, as I got one knee up and under me. The fool just didn’t stop instead jeering me with, “Oh, I get it! You want to kiss my ass too!” He turned around and tried to pull my head into his crack and I reeled back from the foul stench coming from his skanky poorly wiped hole that had definitely NOT been cleaned or washed since his last time on the bowl. Naaaaasty. “Fuck no, didn’t your mother teach you to wipe?” “Well then suck my dick…” “Are you deaf or just stupid? NO.” “Suck that real man’s dick now, girl.” “Really. Go ahead. Make me you fucking moron.” “You think I won’t?” “No, I KNOW you won’t,” I was only on one knee now, and at least the other two straight doofuses were sober enough to back away. “Oh yeah, you gonna stop me?” he laughed as he attempted to push me down one more time. That was a mistake. With one of my feet firmly planted already, I launched myself off the floor knocking his reaching arms away and slamming him against the wall which he hit with a loud thud, and my hands went around his neck. “YES… I… AM…” I growled as I loomed over him. What an idiot, I was all muscle at that time, was at least 5 inches taller with a longer reach, was probably 10 years younger and he was definitely not in shape – oh yeah, and I’m from New York. Foolish, foolish man. I must inject here that I do NOT allow myself to be bullied (or see any other gay guy bullied) and not do something. People who tried to gay-bash me in the past learned not to. For example, I was doing a show in Cincinnati in the late ‘80s and had been at a gay bar after the show for a drink, in those days the entrance was down an alley. I exited the bar into the alley to go home. and there’s some guy there who starts with all the stupid insults for gays he can come up with, and I’m ignoring him, trying to disengage, but he keeps blocking my path along with his litany of verbal abuse. I still tried to be peaceable and de-escalate, but like the idiot in Provincetown he just doubled down and shoved me against the wall of the alley and spat in my face. SPAT IN MY FACE. Ok, I tried the “turn the other cheek” method but it did not work, so I beat the crap out of him. I mean I seriously beat the living daylights out of this moron. There were two guys coming out of the bar behind me who witnessed the whole thing and the commotion drew on-lookers from inside the bar, though they all huddled together by the door. By the time it was done, I had knocked two of his teeth out and had broken his nose. It was THEN that I was grabbed from behind by two of Cincinnati’s Finest, who were going to arrest ME for “fag-bashing” until the crowd at the door all assured them that the guy who was splayed out on the ground was the actual attacker and that I was actually the victim of the attack. So, they let me go, but after checking on the dude on the ground and suggesting he get his nose splinted at an Emergency Room, they let HIM go too. Wouldn’t take a report even when I complained that I had a right to. Told me it was better this way, since “he learned his lesson” and “what punishment could be worse than being beat up by a fag?” Yeah, seriously, welcome to the American Midwest in 1986. I was furious. My thought was that the only lesson the creep had learned was to pick on a smaller gay guy, or maybe don’t mess with guys from New York… Oh, and may I point out that the two cops were right there for part of the fight and waited until the guy THEY thought was the gay victim was knocked to the ground BEFORE they intervened. Think about that for a moment… And yeah, had a similar experience in the ‘90’s in Hells Kitchen when my friend Brad watched me give the same punishment to two Jersey Frat Boys who came into town to harass the fairies, who of course wouldn’t fight back, right? When they pushed us both from behind, knocking Bradley to the pavement, they didn’t realize I’d just come from the Gym and was both pumped and not in the mood for shenanigans. Black-eyed and bloodied, they took off at a run, while Brad cracked me up and calmed me down by clapping his hands together and in a sing-song falsetto yodeled out “My Hero!!”. So yeah, I’m not one who takes to being pushed around. Part of me is ashamed of how much I lose my temper, and part of me is proud I’m not to be fucked with. It’s an internal conflict I’m not sure I will ever resolve. So back to the sex party… Putting my thumbs into the pressure points at the sides of his neck, I slid him down the wall until his face was even with my still half-hard cock. Putting my foot between his legs pressed up against his junk, with my knee and one hand still pinning him to the wall, I took my cock in the other hand and slapped his face with it a few times. “Now who’s the ‘real man’ fucker?” I taunted back. “Now who should be sucking cock dude? Yeah, I think that’s what you should do. Time for “Mr. Only Gets Blowjobs From Fags’ to start giving them himself… serves you right.” I rubbed my dick against his lips as he shook his head back and forth, whimpering, and that’s when I noticed the tears streaming down his face. Fuck. I went too far again. I remember being humiliated to the point of tears as a little kid and how much I hated that feeling and how empty it made me feel inside and had vowed NEVER to do that to someone else. And I had just broken that vow. Yeah, self-defense, I know, and in all three cases MIGHT have been the only solution that would prevent me (or my friend) from being seriously hurt. So maybe he deserved it. But that doesn’t give me back the little piece of my soul that I sacrificed to achieve that outcome. Looking down with a real bitter taste in my mouth, I said “Oh for fuck sake, get up. You’d probably give a lousy blowjob anyway…” I hauled him up from under his armpits and stood him on his feet, he just blinked at me. “You’re welcome,” I muttered noting the lack of remorse. He looked around at the other guys and with a sniff said, “Couldn’t any of you have helped me get away from this crazy queen?” “Jayzus you just can’t keep your gob from diggin’ the hole deeper, Cosmo, can ya’?” Brendon chided from the bed by Cassie, “you started it and if you’ve not more civil, I’ve a mind to kick you to the curb… now have a drink and a puff and come meet this lovely lady and leave the other guests ALONE. Ya’ hear me?” “Cosmo?” I thought. Damn! I finally remembered him, Cosmo Duarte from Duarte Motors who once tried to WAY overcharge me for a Distributor Cap he assumed I would have no idea of what the actual cost should be. Cosmo Duarte. Figures. I let him slide away from me and wondered if I was still in the mood for all of this or not. I sat down on the bed the other gay guys and Doug were rolling around on and sighed. Charlie’s voice came from over my shoulder as I felt hands and bodies snuggle up to me, “Daddy J, this may be seriously twisted and wrong, but that was HOT…” “Wickie Hawt” came Kieran’s voice as a hand started stroking my cock back to fullness. Doug just whispered “wow” and from the other bed, I heard Vice say, “you know he totally deserved that Daddy J, don’t be upset.” “Yeah,” Lou snarked, “you ever hire out as a bodyguard?” I had to snicker at that. It was then that a female voice sounding a trifle annoyed rang out, “are we EVER going to fuck?” The room dissolved in laughter. Jimmy came over and sat next to me. “I’m sorry about that, I’m used to him being that way and it kind of turns me on. I probably should have warned you – or better yet, him.” I nodded and accepted his apology. He told me it was time we got both of these kids fucked. He was going to put Cassie in the sling here in the hotel room and giving back the keys he instructed me to take Doug, Keiran and Charlie around the corner to his place and put him in the sling. His friend Roger and a few other locals would be there soon - or might be there already – we’d turn the camera on in each room so that each college kid could watch the other get gang-banged (as well as Doug losing his anal virginity). I was certainly up for leaving this room and its’ vibe and going back to being just with other gays (and Doug) again. So the four of us got our bags of clothes and put on just the minimum amount needed to go out in public, of course my bag was more full than others, having to hold the parts of my Indiana Jones costume. So along with me in my harness, the leather jodhpurs and boots, and Kieran and Charlie in jeans and boots, all of us shirtless, I was wearing my leather fedora while the guys had their cowboy hats on. Doug grabbed some baggy shorts from a drawer then went to kiss his girlfriend goodbye, told her to have fun, and said he’d see her on the TV. As I ushered the guys out the door, I asked Kieran to take my bag as I needed something from Jimmy, he did and went out with the others. I asked Jimmy for any more special instructions (there weren’t any) and opened the door to leave the room. I am not a stupid man, so I kept the room behind me in my peripheral vision. Sure enough, just as I suspected he might, Cosmo the idiot came up from behind me ready to kick me out the door. Loser. I grabbed his leg, pulled him closer and clocked his jaw with a right jab and pushed him back into the room. Arms caught him and I growled “You just don’t learn, do you? Oh, and say ‘hello’ to Mrs. Duarte for me, okay?” As the door was pulled shut, I heard guffaws coming from inside… SUNDAY MORNING AFTER MIDNIGHT – DOING DOUGIE The fresh air outside the motel room helped clear my head and cool my temper, and after a few more comments on my take down of the idiot, the guys seemed to get the picture that I really didn’t want to discuss or even think about it right at that moment. I knew I’d seriously dwell on it later after the party and hoped maybe Father Frank would have a few minutes for a clerical chat with me. With welcome insight, Kieran started waxing enthusiastically about Jimmy’s basement play-space to Doug and to his husband Charlie (who had been asleep at the Guest House on Thursday night when I brought Kieran with me to Jimmy’s) and I joined in relating the fun Vice and I had when we manned the glory holes earlier that evening. Our destination was extremely close; so turning a corner off of Bradford Street we arrived at Jimmy’s house in the middle of the block where the short lane took a turn. I pointed out the glory hole alcove and led them to the opposite side where the ground level entrance was located. I called out since there were lights on and a guy who introduced himself as Roger greeted us by blowing a cloud and passing the bong to the first in line who happened to be Kieran who gratefully accepted. Roger was wearing just a denim vest and high-tops. Short, white, probably in his late 20s he had curly brown hair and eyes hidden behind tinted glasses, just an average body with a rubber strap around a seriously fat, floppy white dick with a fat P.A. piercing. He greeted each of us with a kiss and a pipe that he torched up for each guy as we introduced ourselves and I intro’d Doug. “Ah, the sacrificial lamb!” he joked. “Don’t worry dude, you’re gonna love this!” Doug just nodded and smiled in the haze of clouds. Three other white guys were there already as well, two older than the 43 I was back then and another looking college aged. The two older were both leather dudes, one muscular, bald and shaved all over wearing a harness and a leather codpiece; the other white-haired and pot-bellied in a vest, shorts and boots – a regular bear whom I recognized at having been in the group at the party on Thursday in this very room. The third guy was small, nice abs, in an open grey hoodie, white jock strap and ballcap, cute in a gymnast sort of way, with a smile full of crooked teeth and an ass I thought I’d like to get to know really well… but of course we were all here to top at first. After all of us who just arrived taking a quick piss and blowing some clouds, we helped Doug up into the sling and secured him by his ankles and wrists once he was comfortable. Roger was fiddling with the camera and screen and got into the “Private Room” Jimmy had set up on ICU2 or whatever the video share tool was being used that evening for the kids to see each other get gang-banged. Looking next to the swing, I saw that there was a bowl of condoms out with the lube, poppers, Max Impact, torch and pipe. Drawing the other guys into a huddle I let them know that this idea was sprung on Doug after his girlfriend got him partly tweaked and that he might not be of complete sound mind in making decisions, especially after the slam he was about to receive – so sounding like a complete Dad, I suggested that they either pull out before cumming in him or use a condom if they were heavy-leakers of precum… a couple of groans, but there were nods as well. Roger had gotten us linked with the guys in the motel, and the main screen now showed Cassie in the sling over there, grinning having just been pointed and blowing kisses to her boyfriend over the video link. Pulling a hit from a pipe, I shotgunned it to Doug, then looked him in his eyes and asked, “Are you happy with this, want to keep going?” “Uh-huh, this is so sexy, I want it ya’ know!” “Okay then, this guy here is about to send you into orbit so enjoy the ride – and if at any point it becomes too much, just tell us to stop, got it?” He nodded and Joey, the twink in the ballcap, stepped up and tied Doug off, swabbed the arm and warning the newbie that he would likely have a coughing fit then feel amazing, he got a register and then slowly pumped the virgin’s arm full of magic. Sure enough, *cough, cough, cough* and Doug was on his way and begging for attention. Joey and I both got down and tag-teamed a rim-job on the now-flying college kid and standing to lube him up, it was finally time. We had decided cock size order, smallest to biggest was the way to go, and Warren, the big daddy bear stepped forward to claim the cherry. He used lubed fingers first and seemed quite experienced in expanding a hole in preparation for fucking. He leaned back and whispered, “I don’t precum much at all, and I think a guy’s first time should be natural and raw, so I’m foregoing the rubber for now, and will pull out well before cumming.” Okay, I saw where he was coming from, and having started getting fucked myself before HIV started spoiling the party, obviously I lost my cherry to a raw cock just as prior to that when I fucked my first man asses I had done so condom-free. No one wore a condom back then, and why would they? I have to admit I couldn’t imagine having my first time being fucked take place with a condom… the big polar bear’s 5-inch dick still evoked a gasp or two from Doug as he slowly entered virgin territory, but after Joey had him take a few popper hits the newbie was soon nodding and smiling and encouraging more. On the screen, we saw that Cassie was already into the train being run on her, and her shrieks and moans got louder, along with the repetitive “Yes, yes, yes!” sounding for all the world like so many of the females in straight porn. Doug would watch for a bit seemingly interested, then go back to watching himself get fucked and snogging with his top. Joey followed Warren, rabbit fucking Doug with his hard modest tool, did I mention he seemed like a gymnast? While his dick was still inside Doug, he swung his legs up to rest them on Doug’s shoulders and proceeded to bang him frantically by pulling on the chains for purchase and telling Doug to suck his toes. The rapid bunny fuck produced so many squeaks, moans and grunts from Doug, the action on the screen at the motel actually stopped for a minute for Cassie to cheer her boytoy on and tell him what a great slut he was being for her. That was the first time I saw Doug’s expression cloud a little bit, but he was shortly back to telling Joey to fuck him harder. Charlie followed Joey in size order and his tool was definitely the fattest Doug had thus far, and that seemed to please the kid to no end. Charlie had an interesting fuck style, keeping his dick fully inside and slowly bumping the hole HARD without pulling any of his shaft out – using the swing of the sling to give Doug a slow deep fuck. Up on the screen I noticed Vice taking a turn on the tweaking co-ed, his hot ass pointed toward the camera while she shouted out instructions to him like a porn director. Even though it seemed to me like he was throwing a good fuck, she seemed to always want something else. He quickly pulled out and gestured for Lou to take over. I admit I chuckled when he looked into the camera knowing I was watching and gave the universal ‘mensa-mensa’ hand twist along with a raised eyebrow. “Well,” I thought, “someone seems to be heading for a full change of teams.” As Lou slipped his cock into the tweakette up on the screen, we heard her screech and then start yelling “oh yeah, give me that big black snake, never had one so big before you chocolate stud!” I had to roll my eyes. All I could think of was the conversation with Lou the day before about the extreme reactions he got either very positive or very negative being one of the few men of color in the resort town. Seems young Cassie was one of those who fetishized men of color – her later reactions would prove my suspicion. Hearing his girlfriend’s over-the-moon enthusiasm, the expression on Doug’s face once again clouded over. Charlie noticed as well. Changing his stroke style to a real withdraw and pound back style returned Doug’s attention to his own hole and he was again moaning, cursing, and with arms now released from the sling restraints pulling on Charlie’s hairy nips. The thrusts became faster and faster until with a grunt he pulled out so quickly Dougie gasped as his Charlie fisted his own dick rapidly with increasing intensity until with a loud cry of “FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” his body began quivering all over as he shot a huge load all over Doug’s belly, chest, neck and as far as his left cheek. Considering how much we’d all been playing this insane weekend, the amount of jizz he shot was kind of astonishing! Looking back up at the screen Lou was gone and Cassie was again giving directions to the guy who was fucking her in a manner that kind of bugged me. By the blinding white skin and flaming red hairs on that beautiful ass, I realized it could only be Brendon… damn what a fine ass, pity he was straight! After his explosive orgasm our Otter Charlie staggered back from the sling indicating to his husband, “All yours Babe…” Keiran wasted no time heading over to the sling and began licking and fingering his partner’s cum off the College kids’ body, making Doug lick the cum off his fingers and snogging him while dripping more cum into his mouth. Charlie had stumbled back and sat down heavily on the rim-chair. Warren made a bee-line for him, got on his knees and began to clean Charlie’s tool with his mouth. Having sparked up the torch by the sling, Kieran and Doug were sharing clouds back and forth as Kieran’s cock rubbed against the crack of that fine young ass and bumped up against D’s ball sack. After a couple of minutes, Doug moaned out, “fuck me dude, I need it!” Putting down the glass cock and torch, Keiran pumped some lube onto his cock (longer than his husband’s, but thinner) and slowly pushed into that no longer virgin hole. Looking around, I saw that Warren was beneath the rim-seat under Charlie (is there anything more fun than a rim-seat?) while Roger had slipped his big, floppy cock into Charlie’s mouth. On the screen, Martin was having his turn, and missy was back to screaming about “big black studs opening me up, making me a whore!” again, sounding like those awful chicks in str8 porn who never shut up with the little girly voice and high-pitched squeals (I have actually had sex with women a good number of times when in high school and college, and in group scenes on and off since then, so it’s not the sex acts themselves, but the annoying little girl voices and screaming that turn me off…) As she was going on and on, I thought “well, that’s sure to make me go limp,” and then realized I had said that loud enough to be heard by a few of the guys in the room. “Let me help with that,” said Joey as he brought over one of the bongs. Taking a hit, he handed bong and torch to me while sinking to his knees. Taking my semi into his mouth, he began to suck, his mouth like warm velvet, and then slowly let that white cloud out as he got me harder and took me deeper. Heaven! Girly squealing forgotten, I sparked the torch, rolled the bowl and took a big rip luxuriating in the excellent head I was now receiving. Clicking the torch off, I was about to exhale when a hand cupped my chin and pulled my head to my left side and a strong mouth clamped over mine. Quick to catch on, I exhaled into this new throat, and we exchanged that smoke back and forth a few times before letting it escape as a cloud between us. The mouth of course belonged to the last guy in the room, the muscular smooth leather guy who smiled as he took a huge hit himself and repeated what we’d just done, again letting the cloud envelope the three of us. He stepped back just a bit and with his leather codpiece now off, I could see the fat cut cock with the big gauge P.A. that was starting to chub up and might be as big or bigger than the pierced piece Roger was currently face-fucking Charlie with. Wow! Doug was likely to need another slam to take these two hefty dongs. After drawing another big hit from the pipe he handed it down to Joey who paused his oral ministrations on my tool while he too took a large hit then set the kit down. Returning to his amazing blow job, Joey slowly exhaled his cloud around my dick. Hot leather dude, who turned out to be Max, slid behind me rubbing that beer can between my cheeks and reaching around to work my nips – hard – and nuzzled my neck as he slowly let that fuck-smoke out to curl up around our faces. I moaned letting these two hotties get me hard again, as it was my turn after Keiran. Speaking of our Boston Boy, he was throwing Doug a nice steady fuck. Between their heavy making out, when they’d come up for breath Doug would moan and growl and beg for this all to go on forever. At the rim-seat Charlie was now servicing Warren from below while Roger fed Warren’s hungry mouth. On the screen, they’d switched off again, and for a few moments, I was puzzled as it seemed like Brendon was taking another turn before some of the other guys had even their first try. Then I noticed the legs were more muscular, the shoulders a bit broader, biceps bigger and the balls hung down lower. When someone came into the left side of the vid with a torch and pipe, the guy I thought was Brendon turned his head to take a long hit. Some silver was shot through the hair, a squarer jawline and there was a handlebar moustache – FUCK! That hot stud could only be Brendon’s father whom he mentioned would likely stop into for a “dip”. Hearing me growl out “DAMN!” both Joey and Max saw the same thing I did and agreed, saying: “hello daddy”, and “how do we get him over HERE?” Kieran was tapping out and motioned me over. “If you are still in the mood to fuck after you’ve done our guest of honor, I’d be up for taking that beauty,” I said to Max the Leather Stud. “And anything you want to do sweet thing, top or bottom, is fine with me…” I told Joey as I headed to the sling. Grabbing the Max Impact, I sprayed it into the provided washcloth and stuck it in Doug’s mouth, telling him to suck on it for a while. As he did, I dropped to my knees and began to rim his hungry hole. The skin of his pucker was almost fever hot, but as I rimmed that sweet young ass, I noted that all I tasted was him and some lube. No one at least so far had bred him. As I chowed down, I saw the cloth fall to the floor as Doug really began to moan and writhe around a bit more. “Mmmmmm, please Daddy.” Okay, no need to hit me over the head. Before I stood, I covered my cock with lube and wiped the excess off on his hole. Standing up I noticed the sling was a bit low for me, which if I’d been thinking made sense considering whose sling it was. Not wanting to stop the action to adjust it, I just imagined I was in dance class and put my legs into a deep second position and slid into that warm silky sleeve – now so open that he drew me in all the way to the balls in one slow thrust. Nice… Doug and I sighed at the very same time. I began to thrust using my crouched position and my hips and my ass muscles to pump with a circular horizontal motion along with my in-and-out motion so that I was literally screwing him. Each time the head of my cock dragged over his prostate he’d shudder and buck his ass and back a little bit off of the sling. That was totally fine with me since it allowed me to straighten my leg muscles for a few seconds each time he did. “Enjoying that?” I asked, smiling down at him. “It’s wild, ya’ know? Never thought I’d be doing this and liking it too!” This was hot, but nowhere near the turn on for me that deflowering Vice the night before was. Vice was more my speed looks-wise, personality-wise, and his enthusiasm was just different. More honest, actually. I still could not shake the feeling that Doug wasn’t all in on this, and had been bullied into it – a thought that was bolstered a minute later when we heard the noise coming from the screen where whoever was fucking Cassie at that moment was yelling “Yeah girl, you like that REAL man’s dick up inside you? Not like that little thing your girly-boy has, hell you can hardly call that a dick at all – look at that faggot up there, taking as much dick if not more than you are… look at that slutty bitch! You want a real dick inside you all the time now, don’t you?” “Yes, yes I do! I want a real man’s dick, so big, so thick…” Turning back to the newbie in the sling, I saw the look on his face – hurt, anger, betrayal – before Joey arrived and quickly popped the stem of a bong into Doug’s mouth and striking the torch while coaxing the kid to take in some heavenly clouds and let himself give in to the pleasure. As he was sucking in his second hit I smiled down and said, “Ignore them. Just because you like getting fucked doesn’t make you a girl or a bitch or less of a man, okay? I mean I like getting fucked almost as much as I like fucking, do you think I’m less of a man?” “Or me for the same reason?” asked leather bound Max. Doug looked at both of us and shook his head ‘no’. “Good, so just enjoy yourself and forget about them. I’m sure once the drugs wear off, she’ll be really apologetic…” I told him, despite harboring doubts to myself that she would. Taking a rip off the glass cock, I leaned down and shotgunned it to him as I began to pick up my fuck pace. Soon his wilted erection began to return – ah, youth! I pounded him a few minutes more, but didn’t regain my mood fully, and decided to surrender the field to his next Top. Looking at the weapons both Max and Roger sported between their legs, I looked over to Joey and pointed out those two big torpedoes and whispered, “Maybe he needs another small point before he takes those two?” Joey nodded in agreement, and rushed over to the supplies to set up a rig for Doug while I got him some Gatorade and made sure he drank a good amount. With only a few gulps left in the bottle, Roger used a dropper to add just a bit of G to the remaining beverage, encouraging Doug to drink it while Joey got the slam ready. Keiran, Charlie and Warren came over and we blew some clouds and got rehydrated ourselves. Helping Doug out of the sling for a minute, we brought him to the bathroom so he could piss, then bundled him back into the sling. Warren got down in front of the sling and began to rim and suck on the newly minted hungry manhole in front of him causing Doug to sigh and curse. Charlie was sucking Roger’s pierced cock when Joey tied off, found a vein, registered and then steadily pumped Miss T into Doug’s arm, pulled the tourniquet and then raised the arm up. The College kid coughed out a number of times, then started grabbing his nips and whining about being empty. Warren backed away and Roger stepped between Doug’s legs while slathering his big boy with lube. Nodding furiously, Doug tried to push his ass closer to that magnificent tool, and Roger obliged pushing slowly but steadily in, pausing once when the kid gritted his teeth and hissed. Joey was still playing assistant, so he grabbed the cloth from the floor, sprayed it with Max Impact, and shoved it into the open mouth, commanding him to suck on the cloth. Sure enough, the tension left Doug’s body and he just hummed out “Mmmmmmm..” as his hole took Roger in completely to the root, and the cloth in his mouth dropped out. Let me tell you, that was hot to watch. Max came up beside me as I was watching the scene and distractedly stroking my cock. “You like to give rim jobs?” he asked expectantly. “Nothiing gets me harder than having a guy really devour my hole.” “Oh hell yeah I do.” He pointed to the rim-seat, and grabbing the cloth and Max Impact, I moved over to the seat while spraying a good amount into the cloth. I lay on my back and slid under the seat, adjusting the neck support so that I was comfortably positioned below the center and began to suck on the wet cloth. Looking up I saw that magnificent muscular male ass descending towards me. Damn! I pulled the cloth out and handed the can and cloth up to Max as he settled in and got comfortable. The effect of the spray hit me at that point, and I went nuts chowing down on that tasty clean hole, kissing, sucking, nibbling, licking and tongue-fucking the hot leather dude while he ground down on me and moaned. I lost myself in the nirvana for a minute or two and then felt someone lubing up my dick and holding it vertical. Soon enough, a warm snug hole slid down my member and landed fully in my lap. It felt like whomever it was leaned forward, realizing the guy was giving Max head while I rimmed him. Perfect. This was where I love to be, fully invested in the pleasure only a bunch of horny, piggy, and tweaked men can bring! In the background I could hear Doug moaning and talking a blue streak asking for more. It was idyllic.

My boss asked me to go to Montreal for a week of strategy and budget meetings. I'm there about every 4-6 weeks. I got there around 7:00 Monday night and jumped on BBRT and Squirt to see if any of my regular FB's were around. As luck would have it, I had my first load at the hotel by 9:00 .... a semi-regular FB that I hook up with when we're both free and I'm in Montreal. He's an Asian guy with an average cut cock who can stay rock hard and dump a minimum of two loads per visit. He's married and doesn't get a lot at home, so he always loves being able to fuck me raw and load me up. It is wham/bam cum-and-go sex. He fucked two loads into my hole and was out the door 30 minutes later. I wasn't done yet tho. I hadn't been fucked in a while and was in a frisky mood. This guy on Squirt sent me a message and said he was partnered but loved to fuck around now and then when he travels. His partner didn't know about his wandering and he wanted discretion. My profile says versatile and I on PrEP program. His profile said he was versatile and his profile pics displayed a very hot ass and a big cut cock. I was definitely interested. Profile said 'safe sex' under his preferences. I was all set to drop out of the chat, but then he dropped the bomb.... he wanted to plant his seed in my hole. In his words... I "fit the bill". Fit the bill?? He told me that he thought I was a hot Daddy and he wanted to know if I was interested in getting fucked by a younger guy raw and take his load?? My semi-regular fuck buddy from earlier had left me quite a big dump of cum. Of course I would love another load!! He said he saw on my profile that I loved role play. Would I be interested in some role play tonight? I was intrigued. Young guy and role play and he already said he wanted to load me up. This could be a real fun time. Of course, I agreed to hear his proposal. Would I be open to role play of an anon scene to start? And then we could see where it goes....? I said "absolutely"!! I've tried the anon role play once before with a FB and it was hot 'pretending' to be anon. My FB at the time came into my house and down to the basement to find my blindfolded and legs wide open in the sling with porn playing on the big screen. I LOVED anon role play! Turns out it was a fantasy for him as well. This young guy was 36. Looks like he had a great bod on him and I definitely wanted to see him naked at some point in our fantasy play. He looked really athletic and did I mention? Hung. Young guy was over to my hotel 5 minutes later. We did the ANON scene. I was blindfolded on the corner of the bed - ass up - brown bottle within reach. Lucky for me the room was at the very end of a short "L" shaped hall. My room was at the very end on the left. I propped the door open with the safety latch in place leaving the door about 1/2 an inch open. Open just enough if you stood at the door outside and looked that you could see me ass up on the bed. Great for our anon scene. Might shock someone who wondered why my door was a little bit open. LOL. If you were the person going into the room at the end on the right, you would see my ass sticking up naked, hole clean and lubed with cum dripping out of it. I bring a cable and hook my laptop into the HDMI on the hotel tv and have nice clear porn movie playing on a big screen. The flickering light in the room was coming from the bareback amateur porn playing on the tv. A few minutes after I had prepared everything and got on the bed, I heard a noise in the hallway and I got a little rush of excitement... until I realized is was a couple and they didn't turn down the hallway towards the "L". They continued walking past and I heard a door open and close. Their voices disappeared. Then the 'ping' of the elevator and the sound of the door closing. My ears strained to hear anyone but I couldn't hear a thing. Just as I was convinced I was hearing things, the door opened quickly and quietly. I heard it close and the lock latch. Bingo!! I heard a low whistle and then the rustle of clothes coming off from behind me and hitting the floor. I had my face down on the pillow edge and waited to see what was going to happen. I knew he saw the porn because he groaned an "Oh yeah...". The movie I had selected was a "Younger fuck Older" excellent quality amateur video on the screen. Similar to our situation. The Daddy was ass up on the bed and had just gotten fucked by Top 1 and loaded. Dude realized the significance of the video and what was going on in the room and he groaned again when he slid his finger across my juicy hole. "Dude... did you lube your hole up? Or do you already have a load up there"??? I explained that my married FB had dumped not one, but TWO loads in there already and I wanted him to add his to the mix. I felt a semi-hard cock slapped against my lips and I was told to suck it... and lick it and get it juicy. I swallowed him right to the root on my first slow plunge and his knees almost buckled. He reached forward and grasped my shaved head between his hands gently and said "Oh ya man... that is fucking incredible... If you're ass is as good as your mouth I can't wait. We shared the brown bottle back and forth as I sucked his cock and balls. He was moaning and sliding his hands across my head and down my neck to my shoulders and back up. I got that cock rock hard and it was dripping throat juices when he pulled away. I felt him get behind me and he handed me the bottle and waited a minute for me to adjust. And then - in one constant, slow push, he eased his cock right until I felt his balls resting on my balls. And he held himself there. I could feel his cock twitching in my ass. "Holy. Fuck. Dude... your hole is hot and wet and grasping my cock. I honestly thought I was going to cum right then and there just pushing it inside. One stroke Charlie. Fuck... I need to calm the fuck down. You have no idea how hot this is for me right now.. a huge fantasy to have my raw cock buried in an older guy's hole. And breed him. And he wants it. And here you - - fuckin' - - are - - man. Oh gawd... this is a huge mind-fuck and body-fuck for me dude." And he pulled his thick cock out to the edge of my hole until the flare of that fat dick backed up to the entrance to my hole. He looked at me and said "You should see the cum that just pooled and oozed around your hole when I pulled back man. Your hole is stretched around my cock dude. Oh man.... this is gonna be fun". And he just started pumping back and forth nice and slow and deep-dicked me gently. I knew he was fighting the urge to cum. But fuck it, I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles anyway and heard him moan. It was risky to give him more stimulous... but I teased him a little. He reached around with one hand to my throat and pulled me up onto his chest so my back was rubbing on his smooth pecs. He slid his hands down to my nipples and played with them gently while he pushed that cum around the inside of my guts. He kept making little noises and grunts as he churned my insides inside out, with his rock hard cock and he slid his hands down to cup my balls. He surrounded my swinging balls with his two hands and squeezed and lifted my balls and right at my taint. He was gentle and the feeling was one of being stretched with more warm feelings than with pain. Hell. This was a hot fuck. He was picking up speed a little and his thrusts got a little more urgent. Pistoning in a little bit faster. I thought this would be it and I really started milking his cock with my hole and muscles. Suddenly he stopped. I was waiting to feel him start to pulse his cum when he pulled out of my ass and told me to roll onto my back. I rolled over and settled on my back quickly, as I was leaking precum in a steady stream and wanted to cum. I felt him shift a little, and so I grasped my feet and spread my legs wide, wondering what that must look like to him. I felt him lean forward and he placed the head of his cock on the edge of my hole again and I waited to feel him spread me open again. Then he surprised me. He stopped pushing and he leaned forward and pulled the blindfold off and said he wanted us to look at one another as we came. There was cum dripping everywhere as we started talking dirty to one another and egging one another on. Me. "Cum in my hole. Breed my hole". Him. "Oh ya buddy... I'm gonna seed your guts". More fucking and churning. The squishing sounds of my hole. His pounding cock making sloppy and wet noises. Wet skin on skin. He leaned forward and licked my nipples and bit them gently. I flexed my ass muscles around his cock and encouraged him to dump his load. He was handsome as fuck and had a very athletic body (that matched his profile pics). He was smiling down at me as sweat dripped off his forehead and onto my hairy chest. His eyes locked on mine and he just stopped thrusting... and held there... and I could his cock head flexing as he started to pump his load into me. With a shout, he kept cumming and he started pounding and pummeling my hole. It was a frothy mess at this point and I could feel the warmth spreading through my guts. He stopped and leaned forward and slid his tongue between my lips and we kissed. A hot wet kiss. And he slowly swiveled his hips and dug into my hole nice and slow and deep the entire time we swapped tongues. Pushing and twisting his cock and making sure he was pushing all that cum up inside. After a few minutes of grinding his cock, he pulled out and laid on his back beside me on the bed. I slid onto the floor and leaned in to start licking and sucking cum off his semi-hard cock. He got up on his elbows to watch me completely lick his cock and balls clean. I could feel him getting hard again as I teased his cock with my mouth and tongue. I could see he was turned on by me cleaning him up. He leaned towards me a little and I was trying to figure out what he was going to do. "I haven't cum in a week and I've always fantasized about fucking a Daddy who was already loaded. This was very hot for me. Thanks for helping me out. Now. Roll over onto your stomach so I can pump another load in your juicy hole. I may never get a chance to do this again and I wanted to be completely drained when I leave. Hope you're up for multiple loads??" Multiple loads? More like I hit the payload. Three MORE times in total. Hot fucker. Load tally for the night? Five! I love Montreal.

Like a lot of guys, I had done some limited experimentation with my buddies when I was younger. We played some truth and dare type things where we pulled our pants down and played with our dicks in front of a couple of other buds - but that was about it. I got a lot of curious looks from my friends, as I was the only one who was uncut in our group. They found it odd and their comments made me pretty self conscious about it. I also realized from those limited circle jerk situations that cocks could exist in all shapes and sizes... and that intrigued me a little. But overall, I was pretty shy and quiet about sex and my uncut cock. Years later, I was unhappily married with a sex life that was mediocre at best and had decided to 'stick it out' until the kids were old enough to be away at school and on their own. I was a good Catholic boy and the thought of having an affair had never really crossed my mind, so I had resolved myself to finding some hot porn sites and stroking until I blew my load. However, I eventually realized that I was enjoying looking at the various cocks in the porn just as much as the pussies. In fact, I was becoming more aroused at the hard dicks than I was looking at women. One day, I saw an advertisement for a 'gay hookup' site and with my heart pounding a little and my hands sweating, I clicked on the link. I looked the site over and decided to create a 'free' account to have a peek around. Needless to say, my mind was blown with pictures of real 'live' people from around my area. A lot of the guys were gay or bi or quite a few 'rather not say' types. I browsed the site and started to learn more about tops and bottoms and all the wonderful things men liked to do to/with one another. Because my account was 'free', I was restricted to only viewing a fixed amount of profiles per day. I knew the shtick. They wanted my money. A couple of months later, I screwed up my courage and paid my money and got a full account. I had a digital camera and tripod and using the timer, I managed to take a few shots of my body - front and back. I wasn't really sure what to say in my profile, so I said I was married and curious about a lot of stuff. Looking back, I know now how silly that must have sounded, but I really WAS curious and didn't know what else to write. Within a week, I had an email from a very hot looking guy from Toronto. He was a little younger than me and single and gay. His profile showed a nice hairy chest, nice pecs, flat tummy and a huge uncut cock. He had sent me a note and said it was nice to see another guy on the site with an uncut cock. He was a pretty low key guy and we emailed back and forth for a number of weeks getting to know one another. He answered a lot of my questions about his lifestyle and I found him to a be a very nice guy. One weeknight we were chatting back/forth and he asked if I would consider coming into the city to meet for a coffee and perhaps if we 'clicked'... something more. He was very low pressure and really put me at ease. I was very curious to see if he was as nice in person as he was online and I agreed to come into the city the following Saturday for a public meeting. I was very nervous and almost chickened out, but decided to at least meet the guy - Dave - and have a coffee and chat. He had suggested a place in the Toronto gay village and off I went. He had said he would be wearing a red jacket and baseball cap, so I replied I would wear a red jacket as well. I walked into the coffee shop and felt that every single person in the place knew I was there cheating on my wife and was meeting up with another guy. Of course, nobody took notice of me at all as I walked up to the counter and ordered. While I waited, I discreetly scanned the room for the jacket/hat combination. I took my coffee and stepped aside to let the next customer in line step forward and heard a voice at my elbow say "Ed? Is that you". I nearly dropped my coffee as I realized Dave had been standing right behind me in line. His eyes glistened with amusement at my sudden jolt, and he stuck his hand out and shook mine. "I'm Dave". And those eyes were big and beautiful and brown. He was Italian and had dark features and was handsome as fuck. He beckoned for me to follow him with a tilt of his head, and we walked over to a table far from everyone else. I couldn't help but look at his hard bubble butt, packed into a pair of tight jeans as I walked behind him - looking around to see if I knew anyone in a coffee shop 100 kilometers away from home. LOL. Paranoid. He was very pleasant to talk to and our conversation covered a lot of different territory for the next half hour as we relaxed and got to know one another in person. At one point, he laid his hand across the top of mine on the table and looked at me with those big eyes that were once again twinkling with a devilish gleam. I didn't pull away, but felt a little jolt of electricity up my arm. "Are you interested in another cup of coffee? Perhaps at my place down the street"? he asked. What the hell. I had driven an hour to get here. I really enjoyed his company. He was sexy as fuck. In for a pound. Five minutes later, we walked into a nicely furnished one bedroom apartment and he closed and locked the door. We looked at one another and he pressed me gently up against the hallway entrance and kissed me. He was an incredible kisser and I instantly relaxed and got into my first MM french kiss. We kissed and our hands roamed and I could feel him pull my shirt out of my jeans and slowly twist each button open until he had my chest completely exposed. He slipped my shirt off while kissing me the entire time. I knew I wanted to see that hairy chest from the pics in person and I returned the favour. I licked his neck, nibbled his ear and stopped only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. He smiled and stroked my chest and nipples while I did the same and then he pulled me towards his bedroom by my belt hoops in my pants. When we got there, he resumed the kissing and opened my belt and pants and let them drop down to the floor. He pulled a blanket off a shelf and threw it on the bed and gently pushed me back while he undid his pants to expose some very colourful underwear with a HUGE wet bulge protruding. As I leaned back on the bed, he slid my Calvin's down my legs and dropped them on the floor and pushed me further back onto the bed while crawling between my legs. I watched silently as he grasped my rock hard cock in his right hand and looked up at me and winked. Then he slowly put my cock into his mouth and licked all around the head. He swirled his tongue around my sensitive corona and I gasped. But then he slowly worked the entire length of my cock into his throat, bobbing slowly a little deeper with each pass. He continued to swirl his tongue around my shaft and I thought I was going to cum right then and there. He sensed it and pulled off a little. Then he took my foreskin between his lips and stretched it. He nipped gently at the skin and stuck his tongue under the skin and did things I didn't know were possible. All the while I was moaning like crazy and afraid I was gonna blow. I finally pushed him off me, and rolled him over onto his back while my eyes zeroed in on that big bulge. I had to see what was under those Calvin's. He put his hands behind his head and relaxed while I pulled them down slowly. I looked down as his thick cockhead slapped back against his stomach. It was hard and already dripping copious amounts of precum. I could smell his arousal once I had the underwear off his ankles and I tossed them onto the floor. He didn't say a word as I gripped his cock in my hand and slowly jerked his cock up and down. Mesmerized, I watched the thick foreskin slide over his head and then slide back down his shaft. More precum bubbled from the tip so I leaned forward and licked it. He gasped and twitched. I took the head into my mouth and slid my tongue under his foreskin. I wanted to get every drop of precum that was coating that fat head and I started to stroke him slowly while going deeper into my mouth. I had purchased a dildo a few month before to practice in case I ever got the nerve to suck a real cock and was grateful that I had at least 'some limited' experience swallowing a cock. But this cock was thicker, and it was warm and it throbbed in my hand and in my mouth. This cock was a real man's dick and I wanted to devour it and taste more. I held his cock in one hand and stroked it slowly while I let my tongue travel down to his balls. They were trimmed and I lapped at them like a thirsty dog. Slowly putting one ball into my mouth and swirling it around. Then sliding my tongue to the other side and licking and swallowing his other ball. Then back up to the top of his cock and started easing it into my mouth and throat again. He wasn't pushing me. He was letting me pick my own speed. I wanted to feel that big head work its way into my throat. My inexperience got me a few times and I choked a bit, but was right back down on it immediately. This went on for a few minutes, then he grabbed my shoulders and hissed that he was going to cum - to pull off. But there was no way I was going to missed this opportunity, so I sucked him into my mouth, tongued his head and reached up and tweaked his hard brown nipples. That did it. The first shot hit my throat and before I could register what was happening, his second and third shot were erupting in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as possible. His cum was not bitter at all, it had a wonderful taste to it and I wanted it all. I sucked and licked the head and the shaft clean and looked up at him with a grin. "You are one hot sexy fucker" he said. "The whole buildup over the months plus that excellent blow job did me in. I'm sorry I came so fast. Are you serious that this was your first blowjob"? I explained that I knew what I liked, so I knew what I figured he would like and I thoroughly enjoyed my first hot load of cum in my mouth. He rolled over between my legs again and licked all the precum that was dripping from my slit and down my shaft. Then he scooted forward on his knees until his ass was sitting on my crotch and started kissing me again. Our tongues lashed out against one another and he was grinding that hot bubble ass against my hard cock. The dripping juices were making things slick between us and he suddenly stopped moving and looked at me. I looked at him questioningly and I felt him grasp my hard cock in one hand while he scooted up just a little bit more. Then I felt him put my cockhead against the entrance to his hole. He looked at me for a second, and when I didn't say anything he started to sit back onto my cock. I watched his face as the head of my dick slid through his tight ring. He stopped for a second and grabbed a bottle of lube from under the pillow and quickly coated my cock. Then while looking right into my eyes, he slow sunk down onto the length of my dick. His hole was tight and warm and juicy. He slid up and down slowly a few times and then stopped for a second. He leaned forward to start kissing again and started riding my cock. Slowly rocking back and forth. I could feel him squeezing my cock with his ass and wondered how the hell he was doing that? But fuck - it felt wonderful. He rode my cock and squeezed and milked my cock and I looked down to see that big fat Italian cock was hard again and dripping onto my belly button. I reached down and grasped his dick in my hand and started to wank him slowly to the same rhythm as his bounces. I could feel my balls starting to tingle and I told him I was going to cum. "Cum in my ass" he told me and really started bucking. I could feel him pull right to the edge of his hole then impale himself down to the base of my cock.... faster and faster. Suddenly, he started shooting cum and his hole was twitching and gripping my cock. That was it for me and I lost it. I lunged up into his guts and felt the cum surge from my balls and start to spew into his hole. My cock had penetrated up in to his second ring at this point and I knew I was seeding him deep. His entire hole was milking my load and we were both panting and moaning. When I finished shooting, I realized my hands and stomach were covered in his cum and he leaned forward again to kiss me some more. Gently nips at my lips, ear lobes, some tongue swapping. My head was reeling from the entire scene and I couldn't believe I had just fucked my first male ass. And bareback to boot. We got up and hit the shower together. More kissing and fondling and I couldn't resist when he turned around and stuck his ass toward me in the shower and said he wanted another load. My cum was already dripping from his hole, so there was no need for lube. I easily slid back into his tight hole and was thrilled to feel my cock sliding around in a wet slimy hole of cum. I reached around the stroked his dick again while I pumped his ass from behind until I dumped a second load deep inside. Exhausted, we washed one another down and dried one another off. He asked me if I would be willing to do a repeat performance sometime? He had really enjoyed himself. I replied that I also enjoyed myself and wanted a second round. Except, I wanted him to fuck me with that big fat Italian cock. As I kissed him goodbye, he took my hand and put it down to feel that big fat Italian cock was hard again. "This is all yours next time fucker" he whispered as I slipped out the open door.

Last Request When I realized I was gay back in the late 1990s and told my wife Beth, she was very understanding. We had an amicable divorce. A striking, short-haired brunette with large brown eyes, Beth would have no trouble finding someone new. Soon she reunited with Mark, an old lover, and within a year they were married. I was soon enjoying my new gay lifestyle, with a series of boyfriends. I soon found that I was a pure bottom and I began to date older and more masculine men. I was very careful to practice safe sex, this being the era before PrEP. Beth and I remained close. I slipped naturally into the role of gay best friend. It was such a stereotype but I still helped her pick out clothes. I would regale her with tales of my latest sexual adventure with some new guy, including my random hook-ups. She said I needed to find someone and settle down. A registered nurse, Beth took a job in a hospital AIDS ward. She told me about her patients and asked me to visit them since many had been abandoned by their former lovers and families. Having become an AIDS activist myself after coming out, I was glad to visit my brothers in distress. I spent hours talking to men suffering advanced symptoms and was deeply saddened when several of them died. When I arrived one day to visit, Beth brought me into her office and said, “Andy, I have a big favor to ask of you. Eric, one of my patients, is nearing the end. He asked that he be given a chance to make love to one more man before he goes. He’s very sweet. I was hoping you would agree.” It struck me as an odd request, but it also seemed like the caring thing to do. I was committed to helping in any way I could. Besides, I had never been able to say no to Beth. Eric had been moved to a private room. She assured me we would not be disturbed. I knocked and entered. The window shades were down and the light was dim. Eric greeted me warmly. “You must be Andy,” he said. He turned on the lamp at the bedside. I could see his gaunt face and sunken eyes. He was clearly a very sick patient. “Beth told me about you. You’re just as cute as she said.” “Did she say anything else?” “She said you’re a bottom and like to play around. I think she used the word ‘slut.’” I blushed but did not disagree. “She’s not wrong,” I said. “Let me show you, Eric.” I unbuttoned my shirt. Then I shed my clothes as I crossed the room, and by the time I was at his bedside I was stark naked, with my modest cock sticking straight out. I could see the lust in Eric’s eyes. “Oh, god,” he said. “It’s been so long.” I peeled back the top sheet and found Eric to be just as bare. His face, though drawn and pale, was still handsome. Before the disease had ravaged his body, he must have had his pick of men to fuck. Now, though, he was emaciated and his skin was marked with sores. And then there was his cock, already fully erect. It stood up, thick and long, with protruding veins. I could see bit of precum glistening at the tip. “Are you sure you want to do this, Andy? I don’t have any condoms.” I really hadn’t thought about the risk until this moment, but I didn’t care. Eric needed me and Beth had asked me to let him make love one last time. I bent down and kissed him deeply. I felt his hand stroke and then clamp onto my butt cheek. His grip was surprisingly firm. Then, as our tongues danced together, I felt his index finger probe my tight hole. I grunted softly with pleasure as it slipped inside me. I offered no resistance. I understood what he wanted and I had promised Beth I would make a dying man happy. I climbed onto the bed, straddling Eric with my ass pointed toward his face. I tasted his cock, gently licking the head before opening my mouth and throat to take him deep. “Oh, yes, baby. You do know how to suck cock,” he muttered. Eric leaned forward and began to lick my hole. I love it when my top gets me ready by rimming me, and Eric used his tongue like a pro. Soon he had me moaning around his cock. He paused and I heard him pick up something in a tube. It was lube. He began to apply it to my ass. We both knew what was coming next. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Eric declared. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking permission. I had come to his room and that counted as consent. I pivoted on the bed so our faces were close. Then I reached behind me to guide the tip of his cock into my waiting hole. I slowly lowered myself onto the intruder. I felt the usual stinging, burning sensation that signals the first penetration and waited for my sphincter to relax. In a few moments I opened to Eric’s cock, the burning giving way to that wonderful warmth and fullness that tells me I have taken my lover within me. I kissed him again, more passionately. His hands, still surprisingly powerful, gripped my hips as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. Eric paused and told me to get on all fours. I lifted myself off his cock. I felt suddenly empty and realized how much I needed him inside me. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks, then the tip of his cock against my hole, and finally the head enter me. One slow, long, delicious thrust took him past my prostate and sent me to heaven. I gasped at the intense sensation. I turned my head and our eyes met. “I love how your cock feels inside me, Eric,” I murmured, like a true cock whore. “You’re so big.” His strong hands gripped my hips, giving him leverage. He grunted in my ear, lost in his own pleasure. I thought I might well be the last man he ever fucked, and felt a tear in my eye. I could feel his thrusts becoming more urgent and sensed he was close. Then I heard someone enter the room. I guessed it was Beth. Eric never paused fucking me. “Tell me what you want slut,” he ordered. I was embarrassed that my ex-wife was watching us. I replied quietly, “I want you to cum inside me.” “I can’t hear you, Andy. Neither can Nurse Beth. Tell us what you want.” I looked back at him, then directly at my ex-wife. “I want you to breed me, Eric.” Her eyes widened. “No, you cunt. Tell us what you really want.” “I want your AIDS!!!” I said loudly enough to be heard in the hall. Beth stared intently at me, her expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. One final pause, a deep guttural release of sexual tension from Eric’s throat, then rapid thrusts deep within me. I felt the warmth as his cum filled my ass. He had exhausted himself with the exertion of breeding me and collapsed on my back. I lay down on my belly and he lay atop me, breathing heavily. I turned my head and he gave me a deep fuck kiss that went on and on. We both looked again at Beth. I saw she was holding a small packet in her hand. She said softly, “Andy, I realized after you came into the room that you might need a condom. I guess I was wrong.” “Yeah, Beth, your faggot ex-husband wanted my toxic load as much as I wanted to give it to him. I don’t have long but maybe my poz babies will grow inside him. Especially if we go another round or two.” Beth continued to stare at us, now with a strange smile on her face. “Andy, I didn’t mean for you to do something reckless, but that we just so beautiful to watch. I am so glad we could do this for Eric. Andy, it was so wonderful of you to make Eric’s last wish come true. I hope you’ll let him fuck you and cum inside you again.” She soon left and I spent the rest of the night in his arms. He fucked me twice more. The effort drained his strength. When I left the next morning, he could barely say goodbye. A little of his cum dribbled from my ass, leaving a wet spot in my underwear. A few days later, Beth called me to tell me Eric had died. We both cried. Then a couple of weeks later the fuck flu hit me. She helped nurse me through it. Sick as I was, I was also happy to be carrying Eric’s babies. One day, after I recovered, Beth called me. “Andy, I was wondering if you would do me another favor. I have another patient who is getting close to the end. He has a special request….” “Of course,” I answered. “I’ll be there in an hour.” Like I said, I could never say no to her.

Hubby and are 100% out and OPEN, but live in a urban neighborhood in NE ATL that is largely made up of straight, young families. Our next door neighbors are a prime example. The Dad of 2 awesome young children and a sexy ass wife is incredibly sexy — he is about 40 years old and works out constantly. He always engages me in conversations when we are both working in the yard, etc., too. I THINK he has even discretely watched me have sex in my pool and back patio from his 2nd floor deck, but generally comes across as shy. Regardless, I would love to be his secret bottom slut any time he needs a side piece — but without risking the ‘neighborhsip’ or freaking him out. Has anyone done this successfully? Any, tips for opening things up with him without scaring him off? Thanks!!!