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John was a good looking man. He was 22 years old and like many young man horny 24h a day. He was 1,85m tall and was in a good form. His hobby was lifting weights. This is the reason why he has an phenomenal round ass. One Satureday evening he was scrolling through many Porn sites. Some straight and some gay. He never had Sex with a man, but dreams every night about it. How it would feel to get a thick cock deep in his tight little ass and how would it taste to suck the balls empty. He decited, to make a profile on a dating site and find a man to fuck him. But everything should be safe. He fears STI and you never know if the other one told the truth about himself. His profile says: " Young man searching for his first fuck. You should be hung and thick and know how to handle a first timer. Safe only " It was only a matter of time till he has dozen of mails. He sorted the mails which are nice to read and so he has finaly 5 Mails from good looking profiles. One get his attention right away. It was a Profile of an super sexy 52 year old Daddy full of muscles and tattoos. He wrote to john he would like to be his first timer, but e was POZ and not on meds because they take his lust for sex. But he was willing to use a condom and would be gentle to him the first time and John can decide to stop or not. They can first met and have a drink oder something to eat if he want. John had in mind, if they use a condom everything was fine. So he wrote the Daddy he would like to met on a beer and first talk. The Daddy replied with his address and he should come over for a beer. The good thing: He lives only 20 minutes away. John take a shower and prepped himself with some coconut oil because he doesn't have any lube. What he didn't know: Oil isn't good for condoms and they broke easy. At the Daddy's house John was really nervous but after the Daddy opens the door John was fascinated. The Daddy looks so good in real life. The Daddy said to John: "Hi John, nice to meet you. Come in and btw: my name is Alex" John get inside the house with a hard dick in his pants and couldn't stop looking at this beautiful man. They sat on the cozy couch and opened a bottle of beer and talked about almost everything. John was so horny about the thick cock of Alex and asked if he can have a look and Alex said "Shure, but you have to take it out by yourself". He doesn't wait any longer and took his cock out of his pants and his mouth watered when he saw this 10 Inch monster with his fat mushroom head. He know he didn't get HIV by sucking this thing so he start to take this dick deep down his throat and he loves the taste of the precum. Alex was stunned and just let John do what he does. to be continued......

During COVID, I was the chief of security at a Brooklyn homeless shelter—a festering shithole split into two buildings. One was crammed with your run-of-the-mill drifters and mild MICA (Mentally Impaired, Chemically Addicted) cases, and the other building is a story all to itself. Then came this Polish kid, 19, on conditional parole—shelter or back to prison. Six-three, short wavy blond hair, blue eyes piercing like ice. Shredded lean frame concealing a massive uncut Slavic cock. I know because he would walk down the hallways in worn-out basketball shorts, and the sun would cast a silhouette of his cock as he stumbled down the hallway. Patrolling the second-floor A-corridor became my favorite patrol for that view alone. During wellness checks before lunch, I'd catch him in bed, giggling, scratching his balls, reeking of K2. That monster would slip out of his shorts constantly—damn, it was a sight. When the George Floyd riots hit NYC, he joined the looting frenzy. He returned with fresh track marks riddling both arms. I asked, "What the hell happened?" He rambled about raiding stores, flipping the goods for cheap, scoring enough for a week-long hotel stay and heroin for him and his girlfriend. Boy, was he starting to itch, and I knew he was about to be involuntarily sent to a rehab by the director. So I told him he would most likely be going to rehab for a while since this place isn't equipped to deal with his withdrawals. He accepted that fate and basically knew that was in the cards for him. I said, "When you get out, I might have something for you." Puzzled, he asked what. I said, "Light work, off the books, something to help you out." Roughly two weeks later, he came back, and he wasn't a happy camper. The methadone eased his withdrawals, but he didn't care; he just wanted to go back out and get high again. (I know, no shit.) So I said, "I know a guy who might have some work as a personal assistant, a cash gig, something to put some money in your pocket." Knowing his P.O. (parole officer) was up his ass, it seemed like something better to do than hang out in the shelter all day. So I gave him the phone number and said he'll most likely have you move some boxes, shit like that. He said, "Cool," and thanked me. Little did I know, the guy, we'll call him Glenn, had other plans after they met. After the first day, I asked him, "Hey, how did it go?" He said, "He had me move some boxes and shit, easy stuff, you know." Thinking nothing of it, I went about my day as he went back out for another day of "work." A few weeks passed by, and I saw Glenn outside of the Boiler Room on East 4th Street and asked, "Hey, how is that kid working out for you?" He pulled out his phone and, with a guilty smirk, said, "See for yourself." The first video is of the boy showering in Glenn's bathroom, savoring the pressure, soaping his lanky frame, huge cock swinging freely. Aroused and wary of the ethics, I muttered, "Hotter than I imagined." My cock was throbbing as I sipped my beer, then he swiped left on his phone to another video of him jerking the kid off. Holy fuck, it was fucking hot. Just watching his facial reactions alone would have been enough, but fuck, that cock is nice. So naturally, I asked, "How did you manage to pull that off?" Glenn replied, "Simple, I gave him fifty bucks." My cock jumped and leaked precum even more when he put the third video on. There's Glenn sucking his cock while the boy is watching straight porn. Holy fuck, the way that boy's balls jumped when he blew his load is something I replay in my head whenever I need to get off in a hurry. Then Glenn puts on the fourth video of him eating the boy's ass out. His long slender legs are shaking as his cock is being edged with a tongue up his ass. God damn, Glenn is grooming this boy to be his fuck-boy. The load he shoots is nothing short of amazing, but the sounds he made are unforgettable. Completely transfixed on this collection of pure video gold, I looked at Glenn and asked, "You've got more, don't you?" His smirk could have been noticed by anyone on the block as he swiped left on his phone again. There, Glenn is bent over on his couch while the boy is just fucking him with his eyes closed. You can tell he hates this, but the money was obviously good enough. Glenn is holding his ass open, huffing on poppers, begging for that junkie's load. The boy didn't last long, but Glenn didn't care; he got what he wanted. The fifth video, I'm watching Glenn on the floor, and the boy looks fucked out of his mind, kinda dopey but definitely in an excited state. His eyes closed, fucking the shit out of Glenn, calling him a "stupid faggot" while not giving a fuck about him. Just using his ass like a cash machine, frantically pushing any button just for every dollar he can extract. Then Glenn swipes left again and shows me another angle of the same scene. Holy fuck, that boy has a huge cock. That, or the TV really does add 10 pounds. The length is impressive on its own, but the width is that of a prized porn star. Glenn might not be an Adonis himself, but in those videos, he's comparable to the hottest drugged-up twink being gang-fucked in a sex club you've ever seen. Happy as a pig in shit, Glenn buys me another beer and says, "If you have any other boys that need some work, let me know." I didn't feel so hot about the end result of my efforts, thinking some moral line had been crossed. When I thought about it, everyone was a consenting adult, no one was harmed, and in a weird way, I helped the homeless. Months later, after his P.O. eased off the monitoring, he went back to the smack after being made flush with cash. In the end, I was an unsuspecting pimp and, the boy's secret is safe with Glenn and I.

Looking back, I see now that when we initially met he wasn't just asking questions. It was more of an interview. I'm a bi-bottom in a fairly small town which makes meeting a guy for MM sex a very rare thing. I was checking my mail one day and there was a response from a MM sex site on which I had a profile. I clicked the link and found a guy who was my age. He lived about an hour away but had bought some farmland and a farm house very close to my house. His profile didn't have a face picture, but it did have one of his cock. And damn, what a cock. Looked to be a good eight inches and very thick. The profile also said he was a strictly a top. It sounded too good to be true. I answered his e-mail and we exchanged a few messages over the next few days. He asked quite a few questions before agreeing to meet me. It sounded like he was really concerned our our meeting would be discrete, which I liked. He was in town the next weekend and agreed to meet me in a parking lot and talk before going any further. I very nervously drove to the place and waited only a minute before his truck turned in. He pulled up beside me and motioned me inside. He did most of the talking and that's what I mean when I said I should have realized I was being interviewed for safety and discretion. Was I married? How many guys had I met? What did I do with them? Condom use? etc. I see now that by the time he decided to invite me back to his place he was convinced I was clean as I rarely played and always played safely. I followed him back to his place. He locked the door behind me walked over the couch and dropped his pants. I knelt between his legs and handled his cock for a few minutes. He was already rock hard. I have an eight-incher myself and I could see he was hung every bit as long as was I, but his was considerably thicker. I wondered if his cock was more then I could handle, but I figured it was too late to back out, so I went down on him, sucking him as well I could, but only about half would fit in my mouth. I licked his balls, which by his reaction, I gauged he really liked. I could see he had pretty good control because I got into a good rhythm a few times that would have pushed most guys over the edge and he just kept taking it. After a good 15 minutes of sucking and a sore jaw, he stood up and told me to get undressed. He stepped behind me, reached around with one hand to handle my cock and started circling my hole with a finger on the other hand. I bent over a little to give him better access. He licked his finger a few times to lube my hole and slowly pushed it inside. If I didn't have pretty good control I would have shot right there. He fingered me for a minute or two and pulled it out but kept stroking my cock. I felt him rub his cock head around my hole but he didn't try to push it in so I remained bent over and enjoyed the feeling. A little more of that and his cock pulled back and the next time it touched my hole it was wet with spit. He stopped circling and put a little pressure on my hole. I came out of the horny fog he had me in enough to ask for a condom. He said he wanted to ease it in a little here bare and then we'd get a condom and finish in the bedroom. It sounded so reasonable I didn't say anything but bent over a little more, giving him the answer he wanted. His cock touched my hole again and he upped the pressure a little. I took a few deep breaths and relaxed and felt just the tip of his cock start in me. His thickness made it pretty difficult. Less than an inch went in me and it just stopped. He withdrew it, re-wet it and tried again. Each time I felt it open me a little wider as just another fraction of his cock entered my hole. After six or seven repetitions of this behavior, I could feel he had all of the head in and almost had the full thickness of the shaft. The next time he pulled out and rubbed spit on his cock, I pushed out hard with my ass just as he started easing back into me. I felt a very quick but mild jab of pain as the thickest part of his cock slipped in and then just an incredibly good, full feeling. He didn't move right away, but gave me time to adjust. Then he pulled back out, wet his cock one more time, and this time a good four or five inches of that beautifully thick dick slid in me. We both caught our breath. I guess it felt as good to him as it felt to me. I hadn't had a cock in me without a condom in about 15 years and had forgotten how good it felt. I think he felt the same thing because during our talk he had said he always used a condom, so presumably he didn't bareback very often. He slowly fucked me with about half of his length, pulled out to wet it again, and on the next entry he started giving me a little more with every stroke. It felt incredible. I don't think I'd ever been fucked so well, and he hadn't really started yet, but at the same time my hole felt so full I was wondering if I was going to be able to take all of him. I laid my head on the back of the couch and made up my mind to take it. Every time he went a little deeper I felt my cock jump from the sensation. A few strokes later I felt his hips touch mine - and just in time. I was just about to tell him I couldn't take anymore but he had managed to get the whole thing in me before I gave up. He hadn't sped up a bit. All the time he was opening me up his strokes were very slow and steady. He pulled almost all the way out and gave me a couple of those same slow strokes going all the way in. I swear it felt like 20 inches of cock were going into me. Withdrawing himself completely he suggested “Let's go to the bedroom.” I followed him in, walking a little funny, I think, and asked again where he kept his condoms. He pulled one out of the nightstand and put it on the bed. He asked if he could fuck me bare for a few minutes more before putting it on. He obviously had good control and I knew he wouldn't cum until he was ready. I agreed and got on my hands and knees on the bed. He got behind me, spit on the huge cock again and just as slowly as before easing all eight inches in me. Not that I'd been fucked a lot but he was definitely the best top with whom I had played. He got right back to the same slow-paced fucking as he started with out on the couch. He was holding my hips and although his thrusts were a little harder, he wasn't going any faster. He'd pull out until I could feel my hole close slightly as all but the head slipped out, then get stretched wide again and he slammed back into me. I was really getting into it and was starting to grunt and make some noise which is rare for me. I remembered in the back of my mind he was still fucking me bare but I figured I could tell if he sped up like he was getting close to cumming. In the meantime, I just enjoyed getting railed. I was groaning, moaning, saying, “Fuck me, fuck me," and did he ever. My ass was getting a little sore because we hadn't used any lube but his spit which was drying. I found my voice enough to tell him to get the condom and lube me some before I got raw. He pulled out put some more spit on his cock and put it back in bare, asking “Let me fuck you a little longer, man, bare first.” It felt so damn good to have his dick thrusting back in me I put my head back down and just enjoyed getting fucked some more. His strokes never changed in speed. He had a good grip on my hips and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts in slow but steady rhythm. With no warning, no quick thrust, no noise at all from him, on one of those slow strokes, he stopped on an in stroke. I could feel his cock start jerking deep in my guts. I was enjoying the great fucking so much it took me few seconds to realize he was cumming. About the time it struck me, he breathed out hard and pulled his cock out of me. I freaked for a minute. He assured me he was as safe as I was. He told me some of his history and I calmed down a little. He told me he had been looking for a guy that he trusted was as safe as he was for a fuck buddy. Turns out the initial interview was when he made his decision. I drove home with his cum dripping out of my well worked hole, looking forward to the next time he was in town.

This is a real story of a real encounter last weekend with a guy I've been seeing every few weeks. Enjoy. I'd love to hear how this compares to some of your experiences - slutty bottoms please form a line. --- I knock on the door. I hear him walking to the door, my heart races. He opens the door, smiles, and welcomes me inside. So of course I go right in. He closes the door and pushes me into the wall. Kisses me. Undresses me. Pushes me on my knees. At this point I pull his pants down and take a hand to his already semi hard cock. After a few moments, and without a word exchanged, I run my tongue up his cock, and feel it twitch. I can't resist tasting him. Once I have, I can't get enough. So I roll my tongue really slowly around it for a bit and eventually let him slowly slide into my mouth, as far as I can take him, and I eagerly suck him until he gets rock hard. Doesn’t take very long. Btw, feeling a guy get hard for you in your mouth is ridiculously hot. We make it slowly to his bed with a few pit stops along the way. Clothes kinda scattered everywhere. Once we're in bed, I get back to business for a bit with my mouth until he pulls me up. He wants to fuck me, and does not waste much time on anything else. I don’t put up much of a fight. I want it bad too. I let him lay down, climb on top, and slide myself down on him. Usually takes me a few minutes to get used to him, he’s really hung. More so than most guys I meet. But eventually I do and manage to take every inch, and I become overwhelmed by this and the idea that once again I’m letting this guy have his way with me and start riding him. Once I'm used to him inside me, I bounce on his cock like its my job. I’m apparently good at this. He loves it. Here and there I lean and kiss him, he puts his hands on my hips and pushes in from below. We do this until he decides to flip me over and put my legs on his shoulders. He is less gentle now because he knows I’m into it. He fucks me hard. We stay here for awhile too. He lasts so fucking long. He continues to fuck me like this mercilessly until I cum, without a hand laid on me. I find this exceptionally hot and I end up shaking and cumming all over myself and him. Then he flips me on my side and continues to fuck me hard, slow, and as deep as he can from behind me. He’s a big fan of this position. So am I. It’s easy on me, and lets him in super deep. We stay in this position for as long as he can last. I am a submissive mess by this point and I’m clenching the sheets and my eyes are rolled back in my head, and I’m letting out a slutty moan and the occasional “fuck yes keep going”. I manage to look back at him just as its becoming almost too much to take and right about then he starts twitching and his breathing changes and pushes in real deep and without a fucking word cums hard inside me. Rope after rope. Makes me a creamy mess and I can absolutely feel him filling me up, which is rare for me. That sends me right over the edge every time into a second shaking, blushing, uncontrollable orgasm. And no - we never ever use condoms anymore. Not even a discussion. Once he started taking me raw (all but the first time we met, even then the condom ended up breaking) I just gave in and now I'm his little cum slut. Take a break. Chat. Smoke some weed. Then he pushes me back into bed and gives me another quick hard fuck and cums in me again. He can't get enough, and I'm desperate for his loads (which he absolutely knows). Now it’s running down my leg and he likes that too, all his and claimed, slutted out. We lay there for a bit and I love feeling his cum run out of me. I leave as much as I can inside. A few good boys, little aftercare, some water, a nice hug and a kiss, and I’m on my way. Until next time.

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

For a long time, I simply denied my sexual urges toward other men. I married a beautiful woman named Beth and we had a decent sex life, though it rapidly reduced to occasional intercourse. As I realized the biological male role didn’t arouse me, I began to imagine during sex that I was the woman sucking cock or being penetrated. This was much more of a turn on. Of course, I never told my wife. From there it was just a short step into fantasizing about other men and jerking off to gay porn. I always pretended I was the bottom – I just had no interest in topping another guy. I might have continued to limit my gay urges to fevered masturbation episodes if it hadn’t been for our new neighbor, Kyle. He moved into the house next door a few months ago. Kyle was gay and made no secret about it, wearing a rainbow pride necklace. On weekends, he would sometimes host fairly raucous parties with as many as a dozen male guests. It didn’t take much to guess what was going on. My fantasies expanded to participating in gay orgies at Kyle’s house. I also found Kyle himself to be incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me (I just turned 30). He was tall and handsome, his body sculpted by long hours in the gym, with close-cropped beard and hair and clear blue eyes. I’m 5’8” and 150 pounds, so he was physically much bigger and more muscular – exactly the kind of male I fantasized about. When he was outside, working shirtless in his garden, sweat glistening on his torso, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He made me nervous in the same way I had been around pretty girls in high school and college, including Beth at first. If he was in his garden, I would find excuses to do my own yard work. I imagined what it would be like to lick his skin with his salty perspiration and then proceed to run my tongue along his cock, before he fucked my virgin ass. Although he was very friendly, I found it hard to talk to him very much. I guess I didn’t trust my ability to control myself without saying something that would give away my lust for him. I was sure he noticed my attention (no doubt he recognized male desire and had been the object of a lot of it) and found it amusing. Beth noticed it, too. One day, after she, Kyle, and I had been talking together at the edge of our yard, she said to me, “Andy, I think you have a crush on Kyle. You keep staring at his body and you get all tensed up when he’s around.” I tried to laugh it off. “Oh, baby, that’s just silly,” I replied. She stared at me. “I know what you’re like when you’re attracted to someone, sweetie. Remember, that’s how you were when we first met.” I didn’t have a good answer. I couldn’t admit she was right, even to myself. Beth just wouldn’t let it go. In the weeks that followed, if she saw Kyle in his garden, she would tease me. “Honey, your boyfriend is outside.” Our sex life ceased entirely. She would rebuff my advances, once going so far as to suggest maybe Kyle would be interested. Finally, she said, “If you don’t do something about your man crush on Kyle, I will.” “Oh, god, you’re not going to tell him, are you?” I realized that I had stopped denying my infatuation. “Sweetie, I don’t have to tell him. Believe me, he already knows.” I blushed beet red. “How?” “It’s obvious, Andy, from the way you look at him, the way you act when he’s around. You’re flustered when he speaks to you. Your tongue is practically hanging out.” “So, what are you going to do?” She smiled and winked at me, but refused to say more. Later that afternoon, I looked out the window and saw Beth and Kyle deep in conversation, looking occasionally at our house. They were both smiling and seemed happy. When I asked her later what they’d been talking about, she gave me an evasive answer. The following Saturday afternoon, my wife announced she had a special work assignment and would be gone until the evening. It was unusual but I gave it little thought. When she left, I went outside to trim the hedges next to Kyle’s garden, hoping to watch him without him being aware. Instead, he saw me immediately and came into our yard to chat. I thought he was flirting with me and I started to reciprocate. Filled with mounting desire, I realized I had to act. “Would you like to come in for a cold one?” I blurted out. Kyle gave me a big smile. “Sounds perfect.” His eyes held mine for a long time. I turned and walked back up the path into our house. He followed. I could feel his eyes on my butt, and I wiggled it as I walked. Once inside, I grabbed a couple of beers, handed him one, and sat on the living room couch. He stood over me, his crotch level with my eyes, I stared at it and watched a bulge form as his cock hardened. I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was thrilled at the thought that he was getting aroused. I felt myself getting hard. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Why don’t you have a seat?” “Good idea,” he answered. Then, even though it’s a long couch and there were a couple of other comfy chairs, he planted himself so close beside me that our arms, hips, and thighs touched. I could smell his sweat. My head was swimming that I was in such close contact as this beautiful Adonis. Then a looked at his short-shorts and saw the smooth head of his dick emerge out from the leg opening as he got even harder. “Holy fuck!” I thought to myself, completely entranced at the sight. Kyle was in complete control and he knew it. He set his beer down on the coffee table, then took mine and put it down. He began to stroke the inside of my thigh. I felt a fire of desire rise within me. He gazed into my eyes. “Andy, let me make this easy on you. I know you’re attracted to me. I think you’re hot, too. I think it’s time we acted on our feelings.” Then he leaned toward me, wrapped one arm around my shoulders, and held my chin with his other hand. His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I sighed deeply. His kiss became more passionate, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands found his torso and ran along his well-defined muscles. I loved the sensation as his stubble and my short beard rubbed against each other – this wasn’t at all like kissing my wife or any woman. I thought, This is what it feels like to kiss a man, and I love it! Kyle paused our kisses and said, “I could use a shower.” I knew he meant both of us. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Just cancelled an appointment I had. I’m free for the whole afternoon.” We walked upstairs and into the primary bathroom, which had a large shower. Beth and I liked to shower together, though that had ended when Kyle came into our life and she had refused to have sex with me. I quickly stripped and faced Kyle. He tossed away his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts. Now I could see his entire cock. It looked huge to my inexperienced eyes. I had a moment of doubt – how could I ever get all of that meat into my mouth or my tight ass? Kyle turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to get warm, he embraced me. His tongue found mine and his hands roamed over my back and butt, his index finger probing my sensitive hole. I pulled back from his kiss and ran my tongue down his neck, tasting that delicious, sweat-coated skin I had so often fantasized about. Then I licked and bit his nipples, which stiffened under my attention. “Oh, that feels good,” he said, holding my head in place as a sign to continue. My tongue found its way down to his chiseled abs before he stopped me by saying, “More of this after we clean up.” It was unlike any shower I had taken before. We kissed and we played with each other’s cocks. Then he soaped my ass and inserted two fingers deep inside me. I felt a new warmth in my ass. “This is soon to be a cunt, Andy. Are you ready?” “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “I’ve been wanted this for a long time.” He laughed. “I know. I can tell when a guy wants to fuck. You showed all the signs.” “Funny, but that’s what Beth said.” “Well, women can often tell when a guy is gay. A sixth sense.” “Even when they’re married to one?” I asked. “Especially when they’re married to one.” We finished and toweled each other until we were both dry. I led Kyle by the hand into the bedroom I shared with my wife. We pulled back the blanket and top sheet. Then Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. I kneeled in front of him. His hard cock was just a couple of inches from my face. I stroked it firmly and it seemed to swell even more. Kyle moaned. Then I leaned forward and began to lick the smooth, mushroom-shaped head. I was rewarded with a little taste of salty precum. So delicious! I opened my mouth and began to take him in, just a little more with each suck. He rested his hands on my head and said, “Take your time, Andy. I know you’ve been wanting this. We should both enjoy it.” And we did. I loved running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the raised veins, and then licking his heavy balls. I knew what they held. I wanted his seed. No, I needed it, deep inside me. I couldn’t take his full length without gagging and he didn’t try to force me. I could feel his tension rising and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I also suspected he had other ideas. I soon learned I was correct. Kyle pulled back and said, “I need to fuck you.” It was both a statement of fact and a command. He stood up. I understood what was expected. I lay down on the bed, my head on a pillow. Kyle joined me on his knees. He took another pillow and slid it under my butt. He lifted my legs toward my chest and I gripped them to give him a clear view of my tight, clenched hole. Then I felt his stubble between my butt cheeks. Warm breath, then an even warmer and very wet tongue, around my hole. I felt myself relaxing into a delicious trance, everything focused on one very sensitive spot on my body. His tongue found its way inside me. Little bolts of erotic energy radiated from my ass, reaching all the way to my toes. “I think you’re ready to be fucked,” Kyle announced. “I prefer bareback, but that’s your call. The last time I tested I was negative, but that was a while back. I’ve hosted some parties since then. I don’t use PrEP.” In all my fantasies about him, I took him raw. I wasn’t about to let anything come between us now. “No condom,” I replied. “That’s good, because I don’t have any rubbers with me.” Kyle applied some lube to his dick and worked some into my hole. Then he placed the tip against my hole. “Your ass is about to become a cunt, Andy. Do you like the way that sounds? A cunt.” “Yes, baby. That sounds really hot. Turn my ass into a cunt.” I felt a burning sensation. At first, I didn’t think he would fit, but his steady pressure and my determination to relax and let him enter me did the trick. (The lube helped, too.) I felt my sphincter ease and then he was inside me. “God, you’re so big!” I murmured. “Honey, that’s just the head,” Kyle replied, smiling. “There’s a lot more.” “I want it all.” Slowly Kyle went deeper. The fullness was exquisite. My entire body quivered with the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. For a moment I thought of Beth and how this was how she must have felt when I was inside her. But that thought vanished as I was lost in my own pleasure. After a few minutes – time no longer had any meaning – I felt Kyle’s pubic hair brush up against my ass cheeks. He lay forward atop me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, thrilled by his muscular body as I ran my hands along his back and arms. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his tongue. When he paused, I smiled and said, “You’re so deep inside me, Kyle. It feels like your cock is going to come all the way out of my throat.” He liked hearing I thought he had a big cock, even though he knew his was my first. He raised himself up and I slid my legs into the crook of his elbows. Now he began to move in and out, each thrust sending a charge through my entire body. “Pump your cock to match my rhythm,” he grunted. I did as he said, even though I just wanted to focus on the pleasure in my ass. My cock got very hard as I stroked it. I felt something building inside me. Kyle was grunting; I was whimpering, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” My load exploded, spurts of my sticky, slick cum flying across my abdomen. The spasming in my ass gripped Kyle’s cock in tight pulses, and he erupted a few seconds later in deep rapid thrusts. I felt a strange wetness inside me. Kyle had seeded me. I loved the sensation. After a few minutes, he softened inside me and then slipped out. We turned on our sides, him behind me with his strong arm wrapped possessively around me, and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were sensual, about Kyle and other men, all of us together and all of them fucking me. As I started to awaken, I became aware that someone else had entered the room. Then I heard Beth’s soft voice. “Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like two gay men in my bed. Looks like they’ve been fucking in my bed.” Kyle sat up. “Hi, Beth. You were right. Andy is into guys.” It dawned on me that they had planned this encounter. “You texted her before, right?” I said to Kyle. “Yup,” he answered, kissing my neck. “Hope you’re not angry with me, honey.” I turned and gave him a deep tongue kiss. “Not at all, baby.” “Well, I’m angry, Andy” Beth said, smiling. She didn’t seem angry at all. “First, you lied about not having a crush on Kyle. Second, you cheated on me, and with a man no less. And third, you’re obviously a faggot, and you kept denying who you really are. Kyle, I think Andy needs to be punished.” “OK,” he answered. “On your hands and knees, Andy, facing Beth.” I did as I was told. Kyle moved behind me, eased my legs apart, pumped his cock a few times, and thrust it inside of me. He wasn’t gentle this time. I grunted as he penetrated me. I took a deep breath. It hit me that I was being fucked by another man while me wife stood in front of me, watching. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by the scene. SMACK! Kyle’s hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. “Ouch!” I cried; Beth’s eyes widened. SMACK! “Thank you, Kyle,” I said. Several more slaps followed, until my ass cheeks felt very warm. With each blow I saw Beth’s eyes blink. I rested on my elbows. She kneeled in front of me and gripped my hands. “You shouldn’t have lied to me,” she said. “I know,” I answered. Several more loud smacks followed. Then Kyle stopped and lay on my back. I let go of Beth’s hands, and Kyle gripped mine. He developed a nice in-and-out motion. I turned my head to kiss him. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I urged. “Fuck me hard and cum inside me again.” I was soon rewarded by another powerful orgasm. I looked up at Beth. She had a strange, knowing expression on her face. Then she turned and walked out of the room. An hour later, Kyle and I dressed and went downstairs. Beth was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, as though nothing had happened. It seemed surreal. Kyle walked over to her, gave her a hug, and said I was welcome to stay at his house for a while until we had sorted things out. Over dinner Beth and I decided I should accept his offer. What he didn’t say was the offer included my first sex party with other men, the next weekend. Eight guys, all well-built. Kyle had told them about me. It was all bareback sex, and by the end of day two every one of them had fucked me at least once. Several had biohazard tattoos, so there wasn’t much doubt about their status. Kyle decided we should live together. Beth and I began to transform our relationship, from husband-and-wife to single-woman-and-gay-best-friend. She even started to talk about the men she was dating and how they were in bed. A few weeks later, I got really sick. Both Kyle and I got ourselves tested, and we were both positive. I can’t be sure he was the one who pozzed me, but I still like to think of him as my baby daddy. After all, like a good neighbor, he was there.

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Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

I had just gotten engaged to my girlfriend of three years and we were on our way to spend the weekend with her father at his place by the lake. It was winter, but the cabin was fully equipped for the season, having a full kitchen, hot tub and fireplace. She had taken me there when we first started dating and I loved the place. My fiancée was a doctor at a local hospital in the city so I followed her in my own car, just in case she was paged and had to leave. We arrived around 6:00 PM and her Dad was already there. We made the usual introduction and he told me I could start calling him Dad since I was almost family. The fiancée and I set our things in the bedroom and did some heavy petting which left my cock hard and dripping. I was always horny and she didn’t help. I was worried my bulge would be noticeable when we went down stairs, and sure enough, I thought I saw her father eyeing my crotch and found myself slightly flattered. I knew he had divorced her mother because he came out and I always liked attention. Well, everything was going great: Dad had brought a nice salmon and we had a great salad, but sadly half-way through the dinner my fiancée got a page and had to head to the hospital. One of her transplant clients received the go ahead and she had to go back. Telling me not to waste the weekend, she suggested I take the time to get to know my future father in law. Dad smiled, gave his daughter a quick kiss, and she ran out the door. We sat back down and finished dinner and then he passed me a scotch neat and a cigar. It was great. The country, the cigar, the scotch. I could only think of one thing that would make it better, but the prospects of a blow job had run out the door a couple of hours ago. “I know, let’s take these out to the hot tub,” Dad suggested as he set his cigar in the ash tray and his drink on the coffee table, stripping right there in the living room. I never really look at guys in the locker room but he was very impressive: a thick pelt of grey fur covered some impressive pecs and a flat stomach, below which hung an very impressive seven inch uncut cock. Feeling slightly self conscious, I blushed a bit and looked away. “Hehehe no reason to be shy, Son. It's just the two of us now and there are no neighbors for miles around. Come on. Let's enjoy the great outdoors like God intended and soak in the tub. Grab the bottle and two more cigars and meet me out there once you're ready." As he turned away I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his back thigh. I was a bit surprised as my sense was few of his generation had tattoos, but I still I liked it on him. In any event, following his orders, I sheepishly striped down. My body was much less furry than his, and my cock measured in at six inches, so it occurred to me I could be his son. Grabbing the Glenfiddich and two more cigar I timidly walked across the room and stepped outdoors. My cock shrank even smaller in the cold air, even as I pranced and jogged to the tub. Hoping in, I yelped a bit at the temperature change. My footing went a bit and I half sat on Dad as I landed my seat. “Easy Son, don’t spill the liquor or ruin those cigars, hehehe.” We continued chat and drinking for a bit. The scotch relaxed me, and the cigars were excellent. My thoughts must have wandered a bit to where my fiancée and I had left off, 'cause I found myself getting hard under the bubbles made by the water. In an effort to relax, I stretched my legs out a bit and hit the legs of my soon-to-be father in law. “Sorry.” “Not a problem. I'll even give ya a bit of a massage.” Before I could say anything his hand started working my foot and a sigh escaped my lips. His big hands worked the soles of my feet, and I felt everything relax body, as pleasant, but the most odd sensations traveling up my legs. Dad's attentions were, most oddly, not doing anything to help my erection. Dad put one foot down, and positioning himself between my legs, took-up my other leg, so my legs were now spread and my body half floating in the water as he did magic on my feet. He clearly knew what he was doing, and for the first time I understood why women love foot massages. It was amazing. His hands started massaging up my legs, first working up my calves and then up further, massaging the tops of my thighs, digging deep into the muscles. His thumbs grazed my balls and my eyes shot open. I tried to sit up but all I did was lock my legs around his back, which caused the two of us to slide up against each other. I stared into his eyes and felt my cock throb against his furry body. The water bobbed me slowly up and down, and I could feel his hard cock just touching between my ass. His hands moved around behind my back and I was mesmerized, staring into his eyes as he pulled me forward and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed back, pulling him against me, chest to chest, moaning with pleasure. I had never felt a man before and it was amazing. His rough hands grabbed my ass and started teasing my hole. The calloused fingers pushing into me and scraping me, working my virgin hole open. I knew what he wanted, and just as I got accustomed to his fingers, he pulled me hard down on his cock. My scream echoed out into the night for a split second before his mouth was covering mine, eating my pain as he ignited my passion. His thrusts started slowly and I whimpered with each tug and pull as he forced his monster into my ass. Soon it hurt less and less, and within less than a minute or so the pain turned into pleasure. Instinctively I found myself working with him, meeting each of his thrusts and sliding back as he withdrew. My cock was rock hard as the water was splashed around. The he pulled off me for a moment and looked again into my eyes. His cock stopped moving in my ass and he just held me there. I could feel his heart beat through his cock . “You want to breed you Son? You want my dirty Daddy seed in you?” “Yes, please whatever you want just keep fucking me.” “Did my daughter ever tell you the reason why her mother really left?” “Well, I figure it was because of what we are doing right now,” I chuckled "Well, yes,” he replied, smiling, "but also because I'm poz, and with my raw cock in your ass, if I shoot in you you’re most likely going to be knocked up. Made into my poz son and carry the same virus. Is that what you want?" I had no words. Here I was a virgin to gay sex let alone poz gay sex. The only thought in my head was I did not want him to stop. As an answer to his question I began rocking back and forth on his cock. “Oh thank you Son that feel so good. It has been so long. Plus I already shot in you once so it was kind of a moot point. Here some the second load son. Be my boy forever” This time I felt it: a deep throbbing as his cock grew bigger and bigger, pulsing in my hole. His cum felt like a tongue deep in my ass licking the walls and making them wet. Just after he shot, his hand grabbed my dick and pumped me furiously. My last neg load shot over my head. As I came down from my orgasm, my hole sore and throbbing, his cock still buried in my ass. Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and said one word: "More."

The Marine and the Troll Under The Bridge 7-31-2025 I have been trying to find the courage to post this one for a long time, It is one of the reasons I was just a Breeding Zone Lurker/Reader and not a full user. For those who have liked my Sticky Situation in another forum, this is darker. Many may not like it, Most Vets will recognize the shadows that haunt us. Rest assured that this is a work of fiction with some landmarks and truisms tossed in. However, my hesitation in posting is because this could have very well happened to me. It is not a happy fantasy cum true. Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. /////////// Mike here, 21Years old, 5’11” when I stretch, 28” waist,160 Lbs. and a 7 inch cut dick and I am a Gay Marine. When I say gay, I mean in the spectrum of things, I am pretty damn gay. Or as gay as a virgin can be. In Highschool, I had eventually realized I was gay like my Uncle who at that time was also pretty damn gay. I mean I tried doing the traditional route, I dated girls in Highschool but never seemed to get as lucky as my peers, mostly it was a drain on my poor wallet. It had occurred to me that my friends might be fudging their scorecards some, but I had nothing to measure against. Marine Corps Bootcamp was not a discovery risk. Plenty of gay Recruits have earned their EGA. Boot Camp – East Coast/West Coast is pretty regimented down to 5 minute timeslices. If a Recruit has time to pop a Boner, the Senior Drill Instructor is letting his Junior DIs slack off. My uncle tells me that back in the day, female Beautiful Alluring Marines unofficially known as BAMs were only trained at PI, but then everything changed. Females were still taught makeup appropriate for the uniform, but they were expected to Shoot (Every Marine A Rifleman) regardless of sex, and both the Boot Camps in Hollywood and PI were machines that instructed Recruits in the Core Fundamentals of the Corps: Honor, Bravery, GUNG HO/Pulling Together, Combat Basics all while instilling the foundation of never leaving a Comrade Behind. Gung Ho was lifted from the Chinese, Semper Fidelis was the bedrock Prejudice of color were mostly expelled in WWII around the timeframe after Iwo. One color Mattered and it was Green (or) the flip side of that was Khaki. Old Corps Marines might dimly recall the mantra of Green Side Out, Brown side out, run in circles scream and shout. The ITV network at bootcamp was always streaming Sands of IWO Jima so that by the time a recruit graduates and goes to additional schooling or the Fleet, they have seen it around 40 times. Aviation fields were integrated with Naval Training at NAS Pensacola if you had spunk, or were otherwise worthy, and failed a technical course, you might be dropped to a less technically demanding track like Avionics would drop back to Aviation Electrical, Aircraft Engine Mechanic might drop to Airframes and Structures so as to not waste the core aviation training you already had. Mechanics who were situationally aware at the line level units were evaluated for Crew Chief or Door Gunner Duty. It was as a Crew Chief, my soul died. I had seen combat, I had even benefited from counselling during and after combat. I had lost Battle Buddies and Warrior Brothers, it was a heavy burden. Some peers had committed suicide, prevention screening was heightened. Then the event that changed my life for the worse. During a training mission a catastrophic failure which prevented any real effort to Auto-Rotate dumped 4 of us and a UH-1N into Davy Jones’ Locker. Most Marines get Water Survival Qualified at least once. Aviation crew personnel in the Marines and the Navy are required to go through the Dunker Trainer. If successfully completed, you have a 9 in 10 chance of exiting a water crash if you retain consciousness during the initial ditch. I was knocked so hard I cracked my helmet but I was conscious enough to take a deep breath and try to move towards the front pilot in command a copilot seats as the sea rushed in but the flooding and the increasing darkness fuzzed my awareness. Then I was being pulled out backwards by my flight vest and broached the surface sputtering with the other surviving crew member Joe Richwalski who said “at least I don’t have to do Mouth to Mouth” as he inflated my flotation bladder in the vest took another deep breath and dove down, his vest remaining uninflated. I dipped my aching head and tried to peer though the murk. I was panicked but mechanically preparing to deflate my vest and dive when Joe again broached the surface. We can’t reach them and turned his face away but dove again in case he was wrong. The Rescue was pretty quick during combat or training – if a tracked flight goes off grid, the response is ASAP. My debrief and report got Joe cited with a Meritorious Service Medal and my head and orthopedic injuries got me transferred from flight status to medical holding. Segregation of serious Combat Wounded Marines and those who suffer an injury as a line of duty incident is routine. If a Marine just back from deployment wraps their Motorcycle around a telephone pole while drunk, that is not usually a Line Of Duty injury. The fact that it was a mech failure of equipment with loss of life during operations training meant I was re slotted into a billet until I could be medically stabilized, evaluated and potentially medically discharged. My new Duty Station assignment was published, I was attached to Marine Barracks Annex, Washington DC. Because I had done band and music in High School, and Sound/Theater during the same period, by oddball chance I was slotted into a ‘Roadie’ billet supporting the Marine Orchestra. The in-brief/Welcome Aboard was typical but some of the specifics were non-standard. The extra decorum expected of Marines in the Nations Capitol, and the Rocks and Shoals that would get us into instant trouble. A whole list of historical infractions such as drunk Marines trying (and sometimes succeeding in the old days) of climbing the Whitehouse Fence; right down to Drunk and Disorderly; or the catchall ‘Conduct Unbecoming A Marine”. I had been low, now I was very low. Then I learned my Uncle had died. While I had affection for my parents, somehow, I loved my Uncle more. The whispers not from my parents but from the cousins was that it involved complications from AIDS or HIV. Knowing my attraction towards men, and knowing the risks, the last time I spoke to my Uncle I had asked him to take my virginity. His response after a pause, Oh Mike, I love you like you were my own son. I could not possibly, and I heard something unintelligible, and he hung up. When I came back from the funeral, I still had some leave and I went on a bender. The Gayborhood on East Capitol Street that my Uncle had once described was gone. Remington’s, Mr. Henry’s, all gone. However, there were still plenty of bars and about 01:30 in the morning, I realized as they prepped for last call that I was too broke for a hotel, and too drunk to successfully bluff my way back through the security gate. This may be redundant for Vets who know it already, but perhaps for a few it will bring into focus just how much of a burden Marines can carry. The Marine Corps was born in a Bar so a drunk marine is nothing new. I had tied one on trying to anesthetize my mind from the pain of compounded loss. To add to my woes, it started raining, then pouring rain. I huddled under one of the overpasses in despair. I was as wary as I could be but even if I got rolled/robbed they would not get much. The ever-present homeless population noticed the high and tight haircut and most kept to their selected spots but one said to scoot up the underpass slope – the chilly wind is not so bad there. He said his name was Leo and I told him my name was Mike. Leo said Marine Right? I replied yes. Leo said thank you for your service. I hung my head. What’s wrong? I assure you are not the first Marine to pause under this shelter and you won’t be the last. In my drunken state, I started recounting my story providing what a sober mike would realize was too much information. I fell asleep and became wakeful with some wonderful feelings. The rain was still pounding, my dick was out. Had Leo been blowing me? My erection had never been this hard even when jacking off and watching porn. I had no other experience to compare it to. I started buttoning up and Leo said no worries, just helping out a shipmate. I looked a silent question in his direction. ’82 he said after a bit, just before the Marine Barracks was attacked. Friends of mine went ashore from the LHAs for a card game. He leaned back over and unbuttoned my fly while keeping a wary eye on my reactions. I was silent except for a gasp as he took me into his mouth. My erection reappeared and within a short few seconds I blew a huge load down his throat and he swallowed and swallowed, suckling for a while. He must have kept a little because he pulled out a skoal can and hawked a gob into it setting it aside. He said roll over and I hesitantly complied. He pulled my jeans and shorts down and started licking my hole. I was paralyzed with fear and lust Fight or Flight did not even occur to me. My gasps were followed by groans as his tongue entered my anus. With the chill air, I felt warm and Rosy. My anus was relaxed from beer and Leo’s tongue. He stopped and moved up inserting a finger, then two, then three. He spat on my hole and I heard the skol can lid drop as he added my cum to my ass. I shuddered. He entered and not with a finger this time. The initial entry was sharp, but I was calm, and still drunk but aware. As my hole relaxed he went deeper, he was rubbing my love nut and every time my ass would clench he would sigh. Eventually he picked up the pace and his dick expanded further blowing a definite series of cum spirts up my ass. As he deflated and withdrew, he continued his soothing talk. Mike, I’m sure your Uncle would have eventually come around. Here is the gift he did not have the opportunity to give you. I’m sure he would have helped out a shipmate eventually. After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join tour Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough…. …not the end….

Hey guys I've been reading hot stories for longer than I should say so I finally decided to try writing one myself. Let me know what you think! I woke up on the morning of my birthday to find a bunch of texts from friends and family. I read Mike's first. "happy birthday boy maybe now we can meet :)" I was already hard when I woke up but that got me stroking. I met Mike on Grindr a few months before when I downloaded the app on my phone and said I was 18. I was curious and I couldn't wait. I had to see it for myself. I put up a pic of my smooth chest. I also cropped one of my swim team pics so you could only see me and just from my neck down. I was wearing my speedo. Mike messaged me and we started to chat about what I was interested in doing. I think he could tell that I wasn't 18 pretty quick so during that first conversation he said "so when do you really turn 18 🙂?" I came clean and let him know that I was 17 and a total virgin. I had made out with a guy on the team at a party once and I loved that but we were both drunk and never talked about it after. Mike didn't ask to meet that first time the way some of the other guys who messaged me did. He took things really slow and I really liked him. When he did mention meeting he said that we had to wait until I was 18 but if I still wanted to meet when my birthday came around he would be willing to show me everything I wanted to experience and some things I probably didn't know about yet. He let me ask him about anything I wanted even stuff that I was scared of. He said he wouldn't judge because he wished he had someone to ask when he was younger. Over the months that we chatted he basically knew all of my fantasies. Most people would say they were pretty vanilla but I didn't really know what was out there. But the one thing that I found so hot that I was scared to share was how much the idea of incest got me off. I don't know what it was because I actually was not attracted to anyone in my family but thinking about a father and son messing around always put me over the edge. Mike said it was normal and there were ways to explore that without messing around with actual members of my family. Mike was 42 the same age as my dad. He lived alone and was never married or had kids. He had two pics on his profile. One was a body pic. He looked fit like he took care of himself but not like a big muscled guy who goes to the gym all the time. The second pic was of his entire body but fully clothed in what looked like an outfit my dad would wear when he went to work. Button down shirt and pants. But in the pic he was also wearing a baseball cap and was looking down so you still couldn't see his face. All these months he never asked me for a pic of my face. I think he knew I was scared to do that. I wasn't out yet to anyone and I didn't want anyone to find out. So I didn't ask to see his face either. After I thanked him for the birthday text he asked me what I thought about meeting IRL. Was I ready? I said I think I was as long as we go really slow and maybe not do everything the first time. Could we just meet and hang out and maybe just watch some porn and leave it at that? I developed a lot of trust in Mike those months and knew that he would be the kind of guy that I would want to be my first. He said of course we could take it slow. That's the best way because there's no rush. We made plans to hang out at his place that weekend. The anticipation over the next few days made me the horniest I had ever been. We actually didn't even message each other until that Saturday. "You still up for coming over and hanging out a bit?" I told him I was as the anticipation turned to nervousness. He sent me his address. He was really close. I knew from Grindr that he was not too far but I didn't calculate what that might mean. I could bike there and be there fast. We decided to meet at 3 so I could finish this one lab that I had to turn in that was already late. He told me to text him when I was about to leave my house so when I did I told him that I was really nervous. He texted me back immediately like he knew I would say that. "I understand. Everyone's first time doing anything can make people nervous. We are just going to hang out. No pressure. You told me you smoked pot before and like it right? We can just kick back and smoke a little to relax us." He was right. Nothing was going to happen this time. We were just going to meet and put a face to the last few months. What if one of us thought the other was ugly? Maybe he wouldn't be attracted to me and I had to be ready for that. I texted back that I was heading over. That was the longest bike ride I ever took. Now that I was on my way, I just wanted to get there. But I got to his house and started shaking. I couldn't control it. He told me to bring my bike into the back so that it would be safe left alone. I parked my bike right by his back door and then knocked. He didn't answer right away and while I waited I thought there was still time to get back on my bike and go home. But I couldn't move. And then I heard the chain on the door and then it opened. Mr. Kelly, my 10th grade math teacher stood in front of me. "Hi Jake." I couldn't speak. My only thought was that I was in trouble. Now everyone would know. But Mr. Kelly is gay? He was one of the chill teachers at school that everyone loved. I never thought he could be gay but I guess I never really thought about my teachers actually having lives. He was smiling as though he was not surprised that the person who was at his door was a student he had just a couple years ago, who was still a few months away from graduating. "uhhh Mr. Kelly? I'm so sorry...I...this is a mistake...I won't tell..." He reached out and held my arm. "It's ok. Come inside and let's talk." He pulled me gently and I followed him into his house.

Are there any videos of bareback tops who bottom? I would love to see Rocco Steele or Lito Cruz taking raw cock.

Lately I find that I really get off when a married guy breeds me in the bed he shares with his wife. It gets me especially excited when my face is buried in a pillow that smells of her perfume or lotion as he's filling me with his load. Is anyone else into this too?

Sometimes I find myself in a situation that I know can’t be good, but the allure of being seduced into a den of iniquity is too intoxicating to deny. This is such an occasion. I was trolling on BBRT when I was approached by a guy looking to top. I checked out his profile and it was rather sparse. Hispanic, 38, 165, 5’11, nice cock. That’s it. No pics, no preferences. Nothing. Initially, I ignored him, but a few minutes later he messaged, “It’s Saturday night, I got a six-pack and hard cock. You should come over.” I responded, “Your profile leaves a lot to the imagination. Do you have a pic?” Him, “Imagine my fat Mexican cock making you whimper like a little girl, bitch. I will make that gringo ass happy, niño.” And…I was hooked. I know, It didn’t take much, but Louis, his name, sounded horny and dirty so I cleaned up and headed in his direction. I packed a jock, poppers and a beer. Soon, I found myself in a part of town I’d never been before. Following the GPS, I wandered deeper and deeper into a neighborhood that started looking shadier and shadier the further I got. When I arrived at the address Louis gave me, it looked like no one had lived there in years. These houses looked abandoned. The three story home was absent of any paint on the clapboard siding and had been weathered gray ages ago. The partial shutters seemed to barely hang on its hinges by a thread. The garden, and I use the term loosely, was overgrown and there were no cars in front of the house. This had to be the wrong place, I thought. I texted Louis and he said, “Yeah, this is it, come on in. I’m on the second floor.” I started hiding everything in my car so that nothing would tempt a would-be crackhead to bust through my windows or cut through my convertible top. For safety reasons, I took my cell with me in case I needed to call the police when I returned. I walked up the steps to “Boo Radley’s” front porch and opened a squeaky screen door, turned the knob on the front door and went in. The first floor was empty and like the wood on the outside of the house, the inside looked as tattered and weather-worn as the outside. Everything seemed lifeless and gray. There weren’t any lights on inside the house, but the streetlamp light coming through the windows illuminated the lower floor. To the right was the staircase. I’m sure it was beautiful in its day, but now it looked unsafe. I told myself this was not smart and my gut instinct was to turn and leave, but I found myself climbing the stairs. What am I doing? Am I out of my fucking mind? As I reached the top of the stairs, there were make-shift wall dividers that seemed to create private entrances to the rooms. It looked like a maze at first but upon closer inspection it simply prevented anyone on the stairs from seeing the door to each room or “apartment”. A door was cracked and a red hue was coming from just beyond. As I got closer, a man opened the door slightly and invited me in. There stood Louis. He said he was 38, but could have easily passed for 28. He had jet black hair which was neatly braided and cascaded down his back. He wore several earrings, gold and silver necklaces, rings on most fingers and bracelets on both wrists. He was in great shape and wore tattered “Joplin” style jeans, a silky billowy shirt unbuttoned and bare feet. This guy looked like a gypsy. The only light in the room was a floor lamp in the corner covered with a scarf thrown over the top to give a muted red glow throughout the room adding to the mystique. A double bed with voluminous aged draping extending from the ceiling to the floor and a tattered sofa also covered in scarves and various fabrics was on the opposite wall. Music was coming from somewhere. Louis had a sexy, hot yet rough edge to him. On one hand he was fairly good looking but not in a pretty way. On the other hand he was covered in tattoos. No, I mean literally his other hand, arm and shoulder was covered in a huge continuous tattoo that extended through to his chest. In all honesty, he was a bit of a skank, but he had my cock stirring for some reason. It was like I was knowingly taking a dangerous trip. And even though every instinct in my body told me to leave, I wanted him to take me to the wild side. He did have a fun loving essence about him and what seemed to appear a free spirit. He had an infectious smile. The kind that made you feel good. He walked over to me and said in a heavy sexy breath, “Hola, chico,” and kissed me deeply pushing his tongue far into my back of my throat. He tweaked both my tits through my shirt and said in his heavy accent, “We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, mi blanquito. Are you ready?” I immediately acquiesced and nodded that I was. Louis produced two beers and took his shirt off revealing a smooth chest with two dark nipples that were made for sucking and a torso that was tight and cut with a sexy navel just above his low cut jeans. He stepped back and started doing a sexy dance like a professional stripper would. He was good at it leading me to believe that maybe this was his profession at one time. He unbuttoned his jeans while grinding to the music teasing me as his tightly trimmed bush began to peek out from the zipper. I started undressing myself leaving only my shorts on; never taking my eyes off this swarthy Mexican gypsy. He grabbed me and we fell onto the bed making out and rubbing up against each other. He slid his hand in the back of my shorts and cupped my ass. His hand roamed all over my ass and eventually found my buttonhole and emitted in a husky throaty voice a slight growl. He patted my hole a few times and dipped his fingertip into the entrance and pulled it back out again; teasing me. Louis took my hand and brought it to his crotch and rubbed it into his mound. I took control and grabbed onto his junk and massaged him. It felt full and warm and emitted an intoxicating scent. I got off the bed and knelt between his legs and grabbed the waist band of his jeans. He lifted his hips and together, we pulled his pants down around his ankles freeing his cock and balls. His cock was nothing short of beautiful. It was long, slender, uncut and dark. His balls were naturally smooth and framed his cock making it look even longer. I dove down and took his soft cock into my mouth. The smell and taste made me feel drunk; maybe it was the beer. It grew in my mouth rapidly and soon grew stiff and erect. His cock was really long but not too fat. I knew I would be able to deep throat him without much of a struggle. I dove down and soon I had him in the back of my throat with my lips resting on his balls and pubic bone. I released his cock and admired how the foreskin crowned his cock in the middle of the gland. It glistened with my saliva. I swiped my tongue across his balls a few times before sucking them both into my mouth. Louis was stroking my hair with one hand and the other hand traveled back to my ass. I continued to eat his balls as he inserted one then two fingers into my ass. He pulled them out, spit on his fingers and reinserted them much easier than before. “Yes, baby, I’m going to take good care of this ass tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I love playing with a hot ass like yours.” He pushed his three fingers all the way in and said, “You like that? You want me to dedicate tonight to your gringo pussy?” Oh god, I thought, yes, yes I did want him to dedicate tonight to my gringo pussy. I moaned and somehow the sound escaped from around his balls which were still stuffed in my mouth. I set his balls free and immediately took his cock in my mouth, peeled his foreskin back with my tongue and took his cock to the root. “Ahh fuck, dude, yeah,” He groaned. He pulled his fingers from my ass and sat up and took the back of my head and held me in place. I took a deep breath through my nose inhaling his pubic scent and took my teeth and lightly placed them completely around his cock then carefully bit down letting him know he was definitely being deep throated. I heard groaning and unintelligible Spanish words coming from Louis under his breath. He started to fuck my throat. Just little fuck movements at first. Then the strokes became a little longer. As tension increased he interlaced his fingers through my hair and begun a full out assault on my throat pulling my head back and slamming me back down on his cock again. I quickly found a rhythm by breathing on the up stroke and opening my throat on the down stroke allowing him to bottom out each time and at whatever force he chose. I let him know immediately that I knew what I was doing and could take what he had to give me. He had the rare perfect cock for deep throating. He kept this up for a while when suddenly tightened his grip on my hair and yanked my head from his crotch abruptly and huffed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m too close, don’t touch it. Give me a second. Oh fuck!” I looked down at his inflamed cock and it was pulsing. I knew from experience exactly where he was at that moment. The launch sequence had been activated. He would either have to mentally calm himself in order to salvage the orgasm or at any second he would start to blow. The slightest movement could set him off. The head of his cock looked angry and purple as it glistened from my slobber. It continued throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat. Soon a rivulet of crystal clear precum streamed from his cock slit onto his balls and then onto the floor. His breathing started to slow and his heart returned to normal. He looked at me for a second and said, “Fuck dude that was close. You are fucking amazing. Let’s take a break and then I’ll show you what I can do.” With that Louis went into his kitchenette and retrieved a couple more beers. We sat on his couch and drank and made small talk about what we liked and got into. Louis gave me 100% of his attention when I spoke and listened with sincerity. It was clear from our conversation that his was 100% top, and a bona fide ass man at that. He also let it be known that he had a special penchant for white blonde bottom boys that knew how to relinquish their ass to their tops. He finished his beer as I downed the last sips of mine and he stood up, grabbed me by the ankles and raised my legs high in the air pulling my ass off the edge of the couch. He got on his knees and spread my legs apart and stared at my hole whistled, “Sweetheart, your cunt is one beautiful sight.” We made eye contact and he lowered his face down between my legs. I felt him kiss my hole and then speared his tongue into and then past my ring. I felt a vibration-like sound and realized, as he stared directly into my eyes that he was in fact, moaning and eating my ass at the same time. He spread my cheeks even further and progressed to chewing my hole. I was getting super-hot and began squirming underneath him. I could feel the stubble from his chin scratch hole each time his jaw opened and closed. Louis pulled his face from my ass and reached over and retrieved a bottle of poppers. His face was covered from nose to chin with wet, sticky saliva and he had the unmistakable look of hunger in his eyes. Handing me the poppers he again grabbed my ankles and pushed them back until they were resting on the back of the couch and my ass was wide opened and exposed. He nodded and I opened the poppers and started taking a hit. As I inhaled, I could feel him dribbling saliva onto my ass and rubbing it around. I took another hit from the other nostril. As I began to take-off, Louis placed his cock head at the rim of my ass and pushed in. Once the head popped through he continued his decent until his balls were resting on the outside of my hole. I had this nasty motherfucker’s greasy, long, rock-hard cock buried balls-deep in my ass. I could feel his heartbeat. Just like his cock was perfect for deep throating, it was perfect for fucking, too. No pain, no wincing, no holding your breath; just pure sheer spine-tingling ecstasy. We both sighed, “Ahh,” in unison when Louis would hit bottom. I reached under and felt his balls slapping against my ass and decided to take another hit of poppers. When Louis saw this he docked his rod deep in my ass and froze. I took nice long hits and reached up and offered him some and he accepted. I help him load both nostrils. Once the cap was screwed back tightly, Louis started ploughing my ass deep and hard. Lifting his entire body and slamming it back into me. He leaned into me and started rough kissing. I loved having his tongue and his dick buried inside me at the same time. The pounding came with such a force at times our teeth scraped together. We were so in the heat of the moment we’d didn’t care. After doing heart pounding push-ups inside me for about 20 minutes, he started pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in again. He held his cock, took aim and punched it back in. He stared right into my soul for my reaction. A few times he missed the hole and it got stuck for a millisecond on my taint before slipping back inside on its own. I wailed when that happened. He was tapping into and bringing out my innermost slut. “Yeah, fuck me, man.” “Yeah?” he said, “You like that brown raw dick fucking your pale white ass?” Looking down as he pulled his cock out again he said, “Dude, your cunt is staying wide open when I pull my cock out.” He shoved his dick back in, “You’re such a horny little whore.” Louis produced a small container of lube and started squeezing it onto my taint area as he fucked. Gravity made the lube run down my taint and gather at his thrusting cock. Things started getting slippery and very greasy. My cunt started making those nasty squishy sounds like when a ketchup bottle is almost empty. Louis looked into my eyes, smiled, nodded and then snarled, “Fucking pig.” The next time he pulled his dick out; he switched things up and went back in with 3 of his fingers instead. He alternated between his cock and three fingers for a while driving his fingers in deeper and deeper until they, too were maxed out in my ass. I started losing my mind when he added his fourth finger. This stretched my ass as far as it would go and I began to squirm, moan and buck. This is what I needed. I arched my back and opened my hole as much as I could to get even more of a stretch. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh my god! This feels so fucking good!” He replaced the palm of his hand with his cock. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you and then fuck you some more. Grab your poppers.” I took a hit and then another. When I starting to ride the wave, Louis pulled his cock out and replace it with his four fingers again. This time he started twisting them around very slowing causing me to moan even more. He signaled me to feed him another hit of poppers. When he was sufficiently loaded, he added more lube. I took a hit and felt him fold his thumb under inside of his palm. He added pressure. I was flying so high at this point, I thought, “Oh fuck, this crazy, skanky sexual demon is going to fist me!” I pushed back against his hand and pushed out with my ass muscles. I grabbed my ankles and pulled them back to the side of my head while Louis was expertly twisting his hand looking for the secret passage code. He worked with the precision of a safe cracker and we both felt it at the same time. His hand locked into position and it slide all the way in. We both yelled at the same time again. I was mumbling incoherent sounds that couldn’t be deciphered. What I was trying to say was, “Oh my fucking god! Fist me you nasty mother fucker. Own my fucking hole.” But Louis never heard any of that. He started talking to me in a soothing calming voice, “That’s it baby. You’re doing really good.” He started moving his hand around a little, “That’s right, let me do my work. Take a deep breath.” With that he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. “See how good you are, your pussy is swallowing my hand. You like this, my little gringo cunt?” “You know I do, look at me.” I was practically having an out of body experience. He ran a finger from his other hand just under the lip of my cunt and traced completely around his wrist. The pleasure was dumbfounding and all I could say was, “Ahhh.” Louis smiled and pulled out and pushed back in again. He began to repeat this cycle picking up speed each time. At first I was intoxicated then I was delirious. My spine began to tingle. I wanted more. He started picking up speed and that felt even better. On the other hand it felt like I was losing control. I didn’t know how far I could go. He got faster and faster until it became a piston-like fucking. I started moaning louder and louder and the moan elevated into a verbal prayer, “Oh my god! Oh Fuck! Fuck me! No stop! No Fuck me some more. Deeper! Stop!” My asshole involuntary began to quiver. Louis pulled his fist out and my rosebud bloomed as I exhaled. He stood and lined his cock up with my ass and shoved his cock into the center of my rosebud and fucked into it. After a hit of poppers without missing a beat, Louis replaced his cock with his fist and started punching me again and again. Suddenly he pushed deep inside, past his wrist and stopped; leaving his hand inside me. I clamped down on his wrist and he returned the body language by rotating his hand slightly. He was fumbling around and I wasn’t sure what he was up to. I then felt pressure against my fist-stuffed hole. While trying to figure out what was going on, I took a hit of poppers again and began to fly. I pushed back on the pressure and suddenly, Louis’s cock slid into my ass right next to his fist. The feeling of fullness was like no other. I worried my cunt wall might tear. I was on the edge of immaculate pleasure. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and was jacking off inside me. I was delirious and incoherent yet again. The imagery of his cock and hand working my ass at the same time was driving me wild. As he continued pounding me Louis grunted out, “Fuck, baby, I'm getting close. Where do you want it?” I couldn't yet respond so he added, “I would love to spew this hot Mexican cum deep up that pink gringo pussy. Will you let me?” I nodded and grabbed both my tits and started twisting. Louis picked up speed and started to push even further into me. Suddenly he pulled his fist out and jack-hammered his cock into my ass nonstop. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slammed forward, froze, grunted and spewed. He dumped load after load into my well-fucked cunt. I have never been more turned-on than I was at that very moment. Louis rolled off and collapsed next to me on the couch to catch his breath. I set my very sore legs down onto the floor as we both caught our breath. I started to convulse. My body, on its own, was twitching uncontrollably. I lay in the fetal position basking in the afterglow realizing that I was having my first anal orgasm. I had heard of it but didn’t believe it was true. Louis looked at me and said, “Your turn.” He rested his “fist” hand on his elbow and folded his fingers into a cone shape and said, “Climb up and take a ride, baby. You do the work. I want you to fist my load further up your cunt.” I found the strength to get up, grab the poppers, then stood up on the couch and lined my ass up with his hand and took a hit. I squatted a little more and made contact with his fingertips and dropped onto his fist in one fell swoop. We both started fucking; him pushing up and me squirming down. I grabbed my cock and started pumping. I turned to face Louis as he fisted my ass. I was over stimulated and felt my balls boiling up and my load started traveling up and exploded out of my cock. I sprayed all over Louis's face, hair and chest as my hole clamped involuntarily onto his wrist. I collapsed onto the couch and his hand slipped out. I was in a stupor. Lethargically, we started kissing and smearing cum everywhere; licking, squeezing, moaning and fondling. Once our heart rates returned to normal, Louis jumped up and grabbed a towel and we cleaned up a little removing any visible lube and cum. He returned the towel to the bathroom and I started getting dressed. He was leaning against the bathroom door with his arms folded watching me. I saw all of his jewelry and tattoos and that beautiful Mexican cock and those dark cherry nipples. I glanced around the room and it all came rushing back to me. This guy was, one some level, dangerous. I don’t know if he dealt drugs, was a male prostitute, or perhaps even a thief. I had no idea but something about him caused my fight-or-flight meter to vacillate. What I did know was he was one of the hottest fucks I’ve ever had and I couldn’t wait to take another walk on the wild side. For now, I needed to go see if my car was still there.

This is one long self contained story. I hope you boys enjoy. How did this happen to me, I wondered as I watched another man enter my boyfriend’s now gaping hole. My cock throbbed and a river of precum leaked from the tip. I’d been this hard in my life. I was turned on watching my boyfriend get fucked over and over. My boyfriend who had been the top in our relationship was being gang banged in front of me, and I was turned on by it. What did that say about either of us? “The guy who used to pound your pretty little hole is a cum hungry slut now,” a gruff voice said in my ear. I pulled at the ropes binding me to the chair, trying to see the man who spoke but could get myself loose. “Your top jock boyfriend just needed a little push, and now he’s my fucking slut. Look at him. Look at how happy taking cock makes him. I looked again at where my boyfriend, Jay, lay on the bed. He was flat on his back, his legs spread wide and pulled up to his chest. His hole was perfectly displayed, pink and puffy it was no longer the tight little pucker I’d rimmed a few times in our past. His hole has become the run through gape of an experienced and often used bottom. His cock, thick and magnificent was locked in a tiny little black plastic cage. Precum leaked from the head constantly. I looked up his athletic body, to his hairy chest, to his newly pierced nipples. A thick silver chain hung around his neck, a gold padlock sitting against his collar bone. His face was one of total bliss. Sloppy, his eyes slightly unfocused, he grinned at the next man who walked past me towards him. “Fuck my pussy! Fucking breed me!” He moaned as the man slid his thick cock inside my boyfriend. “You hear that? ‘Fuck my pussy,’ that’s what your boyfriend just said. Your big hot jock boyfriend, the one you thought would be dicking you down with his dick safely wrapped in a nice little condom, is begging men to fuck his pussy, and breed him. I turned him into a bottom slut. I made him a desperate fag with a pussy made for breeding. Your boyfriend is a faggot slut, and you’re his cuck. Your cock’s so hard its leaking everywhere just watching him be his true self. Your boyfriend is my sub slut faggot, and you’re his cuck. You’re a subs sub, and your so turned on you cant help yourself. I think you’re going to enjoy your new life watching me degrade him more and more.” “Oh fuck yes!” Jay called out. “Your big dick feels so good in my sloppy cunt. Fuck yes! Fucking breed me. Yeah! Dump your load in me! Please! I need it. I need another load. Breed me!” “Fucking faggot,” the man fucking my boyfriend said, “Take my fucking load.” He let out a deep guttural grunt and slammed his cock into Jay’s ass with a wet squelch. They both moaned as he unloaded in my boyfriend. Then he pulled out and left the way he’d come, leaving Jay once more on the bed with his fuck-battered hole pointed towards me as a trickle of cum leaked from it. “He’s mine now cuck,” the stranger said. “I’ve broken his mind.” Three more guys came and used my boyfriend. He begged each one of them for their loads. After the last guy came inside him Jay flipped around and sucked down the cock that had just been inside his hole. “Thank you,” he said blissfully to the man as he cleaned his cock. After the man left the strange lent close to my ear again, never coming into my field of vision. “I’ll leave you two alone. I think you have a lot to talk about.” I heard him walk away and a door close behind him. I was left, naked and bound to a chair with my cock hard as a lock and leaking precum like mad, with my supposed top only boyfriend who I’d just watched turn into a feral caged up cum hungry bottom slut. Jay lay on his stomach where his last top had left him with his eyes closed for a minute. He seemed to be lost in a dream. Slowly he blinked himself back awake, opening his eyes and looking at me for the first time since he’d gotten me into the chair and the stranger had bound me to it. He’d told me we were going to a work friend’s house for dinner. He was going to meet me there as he’d go straight from work. I rang the bell at the front door of the nice looking brownstone, and Jay had let me. He grinned at me and said, come on I’ve got something to show you. He’d pulled me upstairs into one of the bedrooms and started kissing me. He’d quickly pulled off my shirt and gotten my pants undone. When I protested he assured me that it was fine, his friend was downstairs cooking and he wanted to have a little fun. He’d stripped me down to my briefs and then pushed me back into the chair. I hadn’t heard the other man come into the room. I just suddenly felt the ropes around my chest. “It’s ok babe, relax. Just relax. Its totally ok. You’re going to enjoy this.” I took a deep breath and tried to settle. We’d done a few kinky things before, even had a third come in. I thought maybe he and this work friend were both going to fuck me. Then I watched as Jay stripped off his clothes. First unbuttoning his work shirt revealing his well-formed pecs, prominent nipples, and swirling chest hair. He dropped his shirt, turning away from me for a moment. He shoved his pants down, kicking them off. He was wearing a jock. Jay almost never wore jocks, he was almost exclusively a boxer briefs guy. What is going on, I wondered. Jay pause for a moment still facing away, as if getting up his nerve for something. Then he turned around. I looked down at the bulge in his jock. At first my mind didn’t understand what I was seeing. I’d seen guys in cages before, I knew what a cage bulge was from Twitter… but why did my top only boyfriend have a cage on his cock. “It will all make sense soon,” Jay had said, giving me a weak smile. He walked over to me and tugged at my briefs. I lifted myself up a little allowing him to pull them off still wondering what was happening. “Ready fag?” A rough voice behind me said. I tried to crane my head around to see him, but tied to the chair I could only look to just over my shoulder. I assumed that he was talking to me, Jay had called me fag a few times when he was feeling really rough. I opened my mouth to speak. “Yes Sir,” Jay said looking at the man behind me. I stared at Jay open mouthed. He called this man Sir? “Then on your knees.” Dutifully Jay had sunk to his knees and waited. I heard the man behind me move away. “Jay what the hell is going on? Who is this guy? Why are you calling him Sir? Why are you wearing a cock cage?” I asked all my questions in a rapid fire blur. Jay just repeated his line, ““It will all make sense soon.” I heard the stranger coming back behind me. I strained to hear anything else, any clue as to what might be about to happen. From where he knelt on the floor Jay just smiled. “You read to show your boyfriend here what you’ve become,” the stranger asked behind me. “Yes Sir!” Jay replied happily. “Take off the jock and show your boy your new look.” Jay jumped up and practically tore off his jock. My mouth fell open. Normally his cock hung thick and heavy even when it was soft, curving out from his large balls. Now it was trapped in a tiny maybe inch long black cage. The ring that went around his balls pushed them forward, nestling his cock between them. I was shocked. His big beautiful cock was locked away in a cage smaller than his balls. All that was left was a little nub. “He’s been so excited to show you that cage,” the stranger said in my ear. “He’s had to work hard to get it down, didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir!” “At first his dick didn’t want to be in a cage that tight, but now, he craves it.” “What? What are you talking about?” I said, now almost shouting. “Just watch.” The stranger replied. A naked man in his early forties came around the chair and walked over to where Jay was kneeling. He was already hard; his cock wasn’t massively long but it was stout with a blunt head. Even in my confusion I appreciated how nice a dick it was and how good it would feel to ride it. Jay looked over my shoulder waiting for something. Then the strangers voice, still behind me said, “Do it boy. Show your boyfriend what you’ve learned.” Jay smiled again and gobbled down this man’s cock. I tried to process what was happening. The stranger was still behind me so this was another man and Jay, who usually choked on my modest dick was eagerly swallowing this strangers dick. “Oh fuck yeah faggot,” the older man was saying as my boyfriend sucked him off. He put his hands on the back of Jay’s head and started to thrust his cock into Jay’s throat. “Look at that. Look at your boyfriend enjoying that man’s cock.” The stranger behind me said. “They’ve never met. They don’t know anything about each other. The only thing your boy knows is he’s here to service this man, and the only thing my buddy knows is he has the privilege of helping break in my new toy.” “New toy? What? What are you saying.” “Just watch. Just watch and enjoy. It looks like you’re already starting to have fun.” At the stranger’s words I looked down and noticed my own cock was starting to harden. Was I turned on by this? “On the bed boy,” the older man said, “show me that pussy.” My head was reeling. I watched Jay jump up and climb onto the bed on all fours. He dropped his chest down and struck out his ass, arching his back. He looked like a horny bottom. I looked at him, taking in his meaty furry ass cheeks and powerful thighs in a new way. His caged cock hung below him, almost totally obscured by his balls, but I could see a string of precum slowly lowering from the tip. “Fucking beautiful jock pussy.” The man said. “And freshly lubed up,” the stranger answered. “Perfect.” He moved behind Jay and spat into his hand. He slathered his spit all down his shaft and then bent over Jay’s upturned ass to spit again. The wad landed right on Jay’s hole. I looked at it and was shocked to see that it didn’t look like the tight pucker I’d occasionally rimmed. His hole was pink, and pooched, like it had just been fucked by a big cock. The older man rubbed his cock head on Jay’s hole, smearing his spit around. “Don’t look away boy,” the stranger said behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder. “This is what you came here to see.” “You ready for my cock fag?” “Fuck yes! Fucking me!” Jay moaned. “What?” I gasped. The man lined up his cock and pushed forward. I hadn’t thought about the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom, I’d never dreamed he was going to fuck my boyfriend. Yet that’s exactly what was happening. Slowly he pushed his wide flat cock head against Jay’s spit smeared hole till it gave way and the head burst in. I expected Jay to yell out in pain but instead he moaned a deep appreciative moan as if he was enjoying this. “Your boyfriend’s been keeping a secret from you.” “Fuck yes. Oh my God. Your dick feels so good.” Jay moaned. “He’s not the top you think he is… now… watch as he becomes the bottom he longs to be.” I’d watched in a mix of confusion, horror and arousal. That had been almost two hours and a dozen men ago. Now Jay and I were alone again. Jay smiled at me. A sloppy sideways smile, he looked drunk. “Fuck,” he said in a long whisper, closing his eyes again for a moment. “Fuck that felt so good. It felt even better knowing you were watching me.” He reached across the bed for something on the opposite side. I couldn’t see it but he shifted so his hips were up again as he brought something to his hole. With a wet pop I heard the object slide into his hole. A butt plug, my top only boyfriend had just slid a plug into his cum filled hole after getting gangbanged. What was going on? He got off the bed and walked over to where I was bound. He knelt down on the ground in front of me. “It looks like you liked it too babe.” He flicked his tongue across my throbbing cock. In spite of myself I let out a little moan. “Sir said I can tease and edge you but I cant let you cum.” He licked the precum from my shaft. “Too bad. I’d love to just ride your hard cock right now till you cum inside me.” “Jay,” I gasped. “What the fuck! What the fuck is happening? Who is that man? You just… you just got gang banged in front of me. Raw! You just took like a dozen loads! And your wearing a cock cage! Seriously what the fuck is going on?” I was on the verge of hysterical. I tugged at the ropes trying to break free. “Its ok babe, its ok. Don’t struggle. You’ll be out of that chair soon enough.” He lightly stroked my shaft as he talked, “Plus you cant be that mad if you this hard and leaking.” He brought his precum coated fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “Jay,” I said in a calmer voice. What is happening. I thought you were a top? I thought we only played safe, especially with others.” “I know. I know… I…” he paused, thinking, “I would I could tell you how it happened. That I could make sense of it, I just know that this is right.” “But… how…” I shook my head, and sighed. There was nothing to be done but give into the insanity of the situation. “How did this even start? When we started dating you told me that you didn’t like bottoming. You said you’d tried it a few times in college and it wasn’t for you. If you wanted to try again I could have…” “It not that.” Jay smiled. “I didn’t want to bottom. I hadn’t thought about bottoming for years until I met Sir.” “Sir? The guy behind me the one who tied me to this chair?” “You’ll meet him soon enough. After all I’m his sub, and you were my bottom and now you’re my cuck, which kinda makes you his sub too.” “Cuck. Jay. Jesus Christ. Seriously. If you’re not going to untie me then… then just tell me how this happened. How did some guy convince you were into bottoming? More than that! How did he convince you to bottom raw for a room full of men, and lock your dick in a cage and do it all in front of your tied up boyfriend?” “Ok. Ok. I met Sir at work. He’s a client. My boss asked me to take him to dinner, you know the usual.” “Does the usual involve getting gang banged?” “No,” Jay laughed, he seemed immune to my frustration and agitation, “and technically that was more of a pump and dump than a gang bang seeing as they came in one at a time.” “Jesus.” I rolled my eyes. “Ok, so when did this happen.” “A month ago. My boss asked me to take Sir out to dinner and chat him up about the company. So we went to that sushi place down town with the company card. It was nice, he was easy to talk to. We ordered a few drinks and just chatted. It was so much easier than any of those dinners I’ve been to before. We really seemed to be hitting it off. So when Sir suggested we get another drink after dinner I said yes. We had another couple drinks and… well things started to feel flirty. I just let it happen, not wanting to piss off a client. Sir just kept getting closer and closer to me, but I didn’t feel put off or upset. There was this… this powerful undercurrent of attraction. “The conversation drifted away from work appropriate things a few times but nothing too serious. I told him about you, and our relationship. He told me he’d just gotten out of a relationship. I don’t know when his hand landed on my leg but at some point, I noticed his hand was rubbing my thigh. Honestly, I got hard so fast. It was crazy. I felt like I was falling under some kind of spell. I remember looking down at his hand and him pulling it away murmuring an apology, but I stopped him and said, ‘No. It’s ok. I liked it.’” I found myself entrance by Jay’s story. His hand slid lightly up and down my shaft keeping me hard and on edge. I just stared at him as he recounted that night. “I remember it so clearly, he said, ‘Well so long as you like it,’ and put his hand back. It must have been all the drinks that made me feel bold because I took his hand and put it on my crotch so he could feel how hard I was. He growled, it was so fucking sexy, this low rumble in his chest, he leaned in close to me. ‘Fuck boy, that feels like a nice bulge. But this isn’t that kinda bar. My place is close by, why don’t we call a cab and head over.’ I couldn’t resist him. It just felt impossible to say no. I followed him out of the bar, he called a car and brought me here. “As soon as the front door closed we were on top of each other. I swear it was like being in high school. He had me pinned to the door and kissed me. He was so rough. I just sank into him. I practically ripped all the buttons off his shirt trying to take it off. I had this animal need to feel his big hairy chest. He pressed me to him, pulling me under his arm. I was enveloped in his musk. It was like fucking poppers. I felt my head spinning. I jammed my nose up into his pit and just huffed that smell. I felt like I was flying when he pulled me back out and led me up the stairs. “He got me up here, in this room and stripped me naked. Then he told me to finish undressing him. I got on my knees and took his pants off. He was wearing these tight little briefs, and his big cock was just straining to get out. I could see every fucking vein through the fabric he was so hard. I tore them off of him and his cock just jumped out. I’d never seen anything like it. I was… I was drawn to it. I don’t know. I cant explain it, but in a way that I’ve never wanted to suck a cock before in my life I wanted to suck his. I needed it.” I felt like I should be upset hearing about how much my boyfriend wanted to suck this man’s cock, but in reality it just made me leak more. “He let me struggle to take him for a little while. Sometimes he’d hold my head in place and lightly fuck my mouth. Then he’d push his cock in deeper, just down my throat and hold it there till I’d gag or choke. Each time he did it though it got a little easier. I didn’t know it at the time obviously, but he was training me to deep throat and I loved it. Now I can just,” he lent forward and swallowed my whole cock in one motion. He looked up at me, grinning around my shaft and then pulled back again. “Even on bigger cocks.” He gave me a wink. “I was fucking sweating and panting when he let off. I remember feeling sad, I was enjoying trying to take his cock. He just smiled at me and pulled me up by my armpits. In this one crazy motion he hauled me up and tossed me onto the bed so I was on all fours. He came up behind me and pushed down on my shoulders making me arch my back. I said to him, ‘I’m a top. I don’t get fucked. It not really for me.’ He laughed, I thought it was crazy at the time, but clearly, he knew something I didn’t. “He laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry boy. I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to.’ “Then he started eating me out. Fuck his tongue felt so good. It just got so deep right away. I couldn’t help it. I just started moaning. He had his hands on my back still holding me down. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to. He just kept flicking his tongue over my hole, and pushing it in. I couldn’t believe it. It felt so good. I felt myself opening up. I could feel my hole loosening. His tongue kept getting deeper and deeper. Then he spat on my hole and he rubbed it with his finger. I felt him press it in a little. I moaned, and said ‘fuck yeah. That feels so good!’ “’Do you want a little more boy?’ he asked. His voice was this low seductive growl now. ‘Yes,’ I whimpered. He spat on my hole again and slowly pushed his finger inside me. I felt like my body was on fire. It didn’t hurt the way that it had in college. I don’t know, maybe it was the booze, or how long he’d eaten me out for. It just felt good. It was pure pleasure. He twisted his finger in and out till I was panting with delight. ‘God you have a beautiful hole,’ he said, ‘looks so good opening up around my finger. Nice tight jock hole. Fucking opening up for me.’ “’It feels so good. Fuck yes! Keep going,’ I replied. He chuckled, and said, ‘Is that you asking for more?’ I don’t know what I expected but I answered yes. I was still surprised when in response he dropped another wad of spit onto my hole and started to work another finger into me. He opened me up like that, adding another finger when I told him how good it felt till he was twisting four fingers in and out of my hole. I couldn’t believe it. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. It felt so good. I started to push back on his fingers. I wanted them inside me. That same primal urge I felt when I saw his cock and needed to suck it was taking over me. “’You’re pushing back on my fingers awful hard for someone who doesn’t bottom,’ he said chuckling. ‘I don’t know what’s happening. It’s never felt this good before. When I tried. It never felt… fuck. It feels so good! Please don’t stop!’ He pushed his fingers deep into me and leaned over so his mouth was right next to my ear. ‘I’ve already got four fingers deep in your hole boy. You want more? You want me to really open you up?’ I hesitated and he flexed his fingers in me. “‘Yes.” I remember that I felt like I could barely speak. It came out like a breathy whisper. “‘Yes what?’ he said? “’Yes, I want you to open me up.’ “’You know what that means boy? Don’t you?’ He stood back up and slid his fingers from my hole. I felt empty. I hated it. Then I felt something warm and fleshy press against my hole. ‘You know what that means don’t you?’ he repeated. “I looked back over my shoulder and saw he was rubbing his cock up and down my crack. I felt like I was shaking, but there was only one thing I could say. It was a compulsion. After how good his fingers had felt… how could I not! ‘Yes,’ I responded in the same breathy whisper. “’I told you boy, I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to. Yes what?’ “’Yes… Please… Please fuck me. I want your cock.’ “Then he called me a ‘good boy,’ it sent a shiver through me. Like all the praise I’d ever wanted in the world. Then he pressed forward. Even after his fingers his head felt big. Its warm flesh pressed into me. He dropped more spit onto the spot where his cock and my body met and then he slid inside. I remember just moaning into the bed. I think I drooled a little. It felt so good. It was insane. I never imagined it could feel that good to get fucked. I didn’t really think about the fact that he was in me raw. It felt too good to think about anything but pleasure. It felt like it took forever for him to work the whole shaft inside me but when I felt his balls against my hole I had this overwhelming sense of accomplishment. “’Good boy. Good boy.’ He repeated over and over. ‘You did it. You’ve got my whole cock in you. How do you feel boy?’ “’I feel so good. Fuck your cock feels amazing. Please… Please fuck me!’ “’You need to know something boy, once I start fucking you I’m not going to pull out and I’m inside you raw. If I fuck you I’m going to cum inside you. Is that what you want?’ “I didn’t even hesitate. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I would have agreed to anything. ‘Yes! Please, just fuck me. I need it!’ “’I know you do boy but you have to ask for it. I won’t do it if you don’t ask for it.’ “’Fuck me! Please! Fuck me and… and cum inside me. Fuck me till you cum inside my hole!’ “’Good boy,’ he said again, this time in a low whisper. ‘I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.’ He lent forward. With one hand on my shoulder keeping me down, and the other on my hip, he started to fuck me. It was the most electric amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I thought I could feel every vein of his shaft working in and out of my basically virgin hole. It felt so good. I remember just saying over and over, ‘Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ “Something changed inside me. It was like he had flicked a switch. He’d awakened something in me, or changed something. His dick felt so good inside me, and now that I’d said it I realized it was true. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to feel his hot load shoot deep into my guts. He built up his pace slowly, getting me use to the feeling of being stretched so wide. Eventually he reared back, letting go of my shoulder and held on to both of my hips. He started to hammer into my hole. I was a whimpering mess. I couldn’t speak any more. I just moaned and grunted as he pounded me. He was like a rutting animal taking what he needed. I was just a hole to be fucked. I loved it. I loved how roughly he pounded me. I was sweating. The room stunk. I could smell his musk. That heady feeling of a hit of poppers came over me again and I started to try and push back against his cock. I came up so I was holding myself on my hands and knees and pushed my body back into his strokes. “’That’s it boy, push yourself back on my cock. Yeah that’s it. Now that my cocks in that tight little hole of yours you can’t resist it. You might have really been a top when you came here, but you’re my bottom now. You’re my horny bottom aren’t you boy?’ “’Fuck yes! I’m your horny bottom.’ “’You love how my raw cock feels in your hole? Don’t you?’ “’I fucking love it!’ “’Yeah, because you’re my fucking slut. You’re a slut for my cock. Say it.’ “’I’m a slut for your raw cock!’ “’Good boy. Good boy,’ he rubbed my lower back and sank deep inside me, letting up for a minute. ‘Fuck your hole feels so good around my big raw cock. It feels so good deep in your boy hole. Your pretty little pink hole is gonna look so fucking hot with my load dripping out.’ He pulled back and started to long dick me. He slid his whole cock out of me and then slid it back in again slowly, over and over. He steadily got rougher with the thrusts till he was slamming his entire cock in and out of me with so much force that it knocked me down into the bed. He pinned me there, hammering away at my ass. I just babbled incoherently and took it. “’After a blissful eternity he stopped and without warning pull his cock all the way out. I remember,” Jay laughed at himself, “whimpering ‘no,’ when I felt the head pop out. “Sir laughed at me, though obviously I didn’t call him Sir then. ‘It’s ok boy,’ he said, rubbing my back again, ‘flip over. I want to look into your eyes as I give you your first load.’ “I flipped over onto my back and pulled my legs up to my chest. My heart was pounding. He was going to cum inside me soon. I looked up at him as he loomed over me, lining his cock up again. It slid in easily this time, I was so open and lubed up. His cock hit all new places as it slid in. ‘Fuck yes! Get that big raw cock inside me. Fuck me with your raw cock! It feels so fucking good! Fuck yes!’ I just up this endless string as he hollowed me out. “’He was bent over me, his face inches from mine. I could see the sweat on his brow. It dripped down into my mouth and I swallowed it. He smiled at me, a hungry animalistic smile. ‘Open your mouth boy,’ he commanded. I opened my mouth and he spat into it. I swallowed without being told to. He growled. ‘Fuck my cock’s made you a fucking slut hasn’t it. Getting my big raw dick up your ass has put you in your place.’ “’I’m a slut for your raw cock.’ I said again. “’No, you’re not just a slut. A slut doesn’t just open his mouth when a guy tells him to and then swallow his spit. You’re a faggot. You just didn’t know it. Fuck yeah. You’re a fucking faggot desperate to be bred. Isn’t that right boy. Say it. Say you’re a faggot.’ “’Fuck! Your dick feels so good… fuck… I’m a faggot! I’m a fucking faggot! Your cock made me a faggot!’ “’That’s it boy. Keep giving in. Fuck yeah. Oh your tight hole feels so good. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need boy. What do you need faggot?’ “’I need you to fuck me. I need your raw cock inside me! I need you to fuck me till you cum! I need you to cum in me! Please! Please cum inside me! Cum deep inside me!’ “’Fuck yeah faggot! Ask and you shall receive! Here it comes boy! Take my fucking load!’ He roared, like this big guttural animalistic sound and jammed his cock ball deep inside me. I could feel it. I could feel his load spilling out into my guts. I felt it flooding me. A hot wave crashing through my body. His cock twitched and pulsed. I moaned as it felt like he pumped a gallon of cum into me. I was surprised my stomach wasn’t swollen my guts felt so full. “He stayed inside me till his cock had stopped pulsing and then slowly pulled out. I just groaned I wanted to feel him inside me forever. ‘On your knees boy, clean off my cock.’ I didn’t think. I just got on my knees and licked the cum and ass juice off his slowly softening cock. Eventually it got soft enough I could get it in my mouth. I started to suck him again. I pulled as much of his dick into my mouth as I could. He started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth again, and his dick started to swell. He got hard in my mouth. “When he was completely hard he dragged me up onto the bed again. This time he was on the bottom, and he guided me to sit back onto his cock. It slid into my cum filled hole. ‘Ride it,’ he said, his voice commanding. I tucked my knees up and started to ride him. Again his cock hit all sorts of new places. My dick wasn’t even hard any more, but it was leaking everywhere. There was a big puddle of precum on Sir’s stomach after a few minutes. I rode him as hard as I could, and eventually he started to pant. He bucked his hips up into me and pushed his cock deeper. “’Please! Fuck yes!” I said, looking down at him. “Cum in me again! Give me another load.’ “Yeah faggot, beg for my load. Beg for me to bred you. Beg for me to breed your fag hole.’ “’It felt so good the first time! Please breed me. Breed my fag hole. I’m a slut for your raw cock. I love it! I need it! I need your load! I need you to breed me! I need your cum in my fag hole! I need your raw cock! Fuck!’ I was broken. Truly, in saying those words I was changing myself. Each sentence became more and more concrete, more and more real as I bounced on his dick. I really did need to feel him cum inside me again. “Finally he said, in a really low voice, ‘Fuck yeah faggot. Take it! Take my load. I’m gonna breed that pretty hole again! Fuck!’ “I dropped down on his dick so it was all inside me and rocked back and forth as he came again. It was so magical. I never even thought about how I hadn’t cum once during the whole thing. I didn’t care, feeling Sir cum was enough.” Jay had lost himself in his story, no longer really looking at me. “Jesus,” I said. Jay’s focus snapped back to me. “I was pretty spent after that. Sir called me a cab and sent me home.” “I mean, that’s a hot story, but I don’t… I don’t see how one hookup getting you to bottom… and not use a condom… results in you here in a cock cage after getting pump and dumped! Or me tied to this chair!” “Well… the next day I felt guilty. I didn’t know what to think. We had rules you and I. I hadn’t broken them by hooking up with someone but I sure had by not using a condom. Plus… I had always thought of myself as a top. It was part of my identity. Even while I felt guilty though I knew it had felt too good getting fucked to just never do it again. I thought maybe I could do it safely. Like two days after that night with Sir you went home to visit your parents and I was just bored at my apartment. I was gonna jerk off, but as I started looking at porn I suddenly wanted to get fucked again. I got on the apps and found a guy, made sure the plan was to use a condom and everything. I got dressed, went over to his apartment. He was super hot. It was all great. I sucked him. We got on the bed. He ate me out a little. It was fine, it didn’t make me bloom open like Sir had but I felt prepped. Then he put cold lube on my hole, and slicked up his rubber clad cock and slid in. It wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t the same at all. It felt ok, but there was no spark no magic. I tightened my hole and pushed back on him trying to get him to cum quick so it wouldn’t last too long. I don’t know why I never thought of just asking him to stop. It didn’t feel like my place. He wanted to fuck me so I should help him get off… even if it wasn’t scratching my itch. The guy came pretty quick, asked me if I wanted to cum and I told him no, and I left. “I knew. I knew what was wrong. Standing outside that guys apartment building after I knew why it hadn’t felt as good. I needed what Sir had given me. I needed it raw. I needed to be fucked raw and bred. That was all that was going to scratch my itch. I hesitated at first. Sir had texted me a few times in the couple of days since our meeting but I hadn’t responded. I’d felt too guilty. I was worried he’d be mad at me, but I also I wanted his cock so bad. I texted him before I even started walking home.” “What did you say?” I asked, feeling, despite the circumstances, incredibly invested. “I said something like ‘hey, sorry for being MIA. I was feeling kinda overwhelmed after what happened but I cant stop thinking about it also.’ He responded super fast and said, ‘Can’t stop thinking about it as in your upset, or cant stop thinking about it as in you want another load pumped in you?’ I had to stop and take a deep breath on the street, then after a second I texted him back. ‘Defiantly the second one.’ ‘You have to say it boy,’ his reply was almost immediate. “My hands were literally shaking as I typed out, ‘I want you to pump another big load in me.’ “’Good boy,’ he texted back, ‘Come over and I’ll give you what you need.’ He sent me a pic of his dick too. I called a cab and was there fifteen minutes later. “’What made you come around?’ he asked once I was in the door? “’Honestly. I was feeling really conflicted. My bf and I are open, but we’re supposed to play safe. I was just going to put the whole thing behind me, but there was no denying how good it get to get fucked… The bf is out of town and I thought I’d jerk off but as soon as I started watching at porn I knew I wanted to get fucked again.’ I recounted the rest of the story to him and he just grinned at me. “’You can never go back now. You’ve felt what it’s like to really get fucked. You know how much better sex is without any barriers. You know how good it feels to have a hot load pumped into your guts. Of course some safe sex dick was never going to do it for you. Do you remember what you said last time? While I was fucking you? What you called yourself.’ “’A faggot.’ “’That’s not all.’ “’A slut… a slut for raw cock.’ “’Exactly. I think that was more true than you knew.’ He started getting really close to me. ‘You’re a faggot slut. You need to be fucked and you need to be fucked raw. You’re just realizing this, and I know it’s all new, but I promise you its true. I’m going to help you. Strip.’ That last word was a command, I felt it in my chest. I stripped off in the front hall where we had been talking. He was still fully clothed and I was completely naked. ‘Good boy. You like following orders, and you like being a good boy I can tell.’ “’I guess so…’ “’You do. Its obvious. You like it when I call you a good boy.’ “’I do. I do like it when you call me a good boy.’ “’Don’t fight what feels good. Just give in. You gave in to pleasure last time and discovered a whole new part of you. Keep giving in. I’m going to help you give yourself over to pleasure. I’m going to help you give in to the faggot slut you are.’ “’Thank you.’ It felt like the only right thing to say. “He smiled at me and said, ‘Thank you… Sir.’ “’Thank you Sir?’ “’That’s how you’re going to address me from now on. I am Sir and you are boy. Understood?’ “’Yes Sir.’ “’Now, the same rule applies as last time. I won’t do anything to you that you do ask for. You have to tell me what you want. I will guide you, push you, but you will only get what you ask for. Do you understand me boy?’ “’Yes Sir!’ “Good boy, now get on your knees and suck me dick.’ “He face fucked me in the front hallway, still mostly dressed. He just pulled his dick out of his unbuttoned pants. He was much rougher this time, really pushing me. He told me he was going to train me to deep throat him. Finally he pulled me up and dragged me into the living room. He bent me over the couch and dove into my hole. He worked me open just like before, really getting me wet. It was so much better than the other guy. Sir pressed two fingers into me, stretching me open and then got up and lined up his cock. He got really close to my ear. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he said in a whisper. “‘Your cock. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me till you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside my hole. Please! Breed me Sir!’ “’You need this,’ he said as he pushed his cock against my hole. ‘I know it’s big, and you had a lot more prep last time, but you need this. You’ve already taken one cock tonight. You took that latex cock and knew it wasn’t right. Now you’re here… you’re here because you knew you needed a real fuck. You needed my fat raw cock deep in your slutty fag hole. Push out a little boy, push your hole out for me. That’s it.’ He coached me and my hole opened wide. His head popped in and I was filled with the same electric bliss. “He was right. I had been right. The condom, that’s what had ruined my hookup attempt. I needed to be fucked raw. Now that I’d been bred I was never going to be satisfied with safe sex. I would always need it raw. That night Sir had me repeat as he fucked over the couch, ‘I am a slut for raw cock. I am a faggot who needs to be bred. I am a slut for raw cock. I am a faggot who needs to be bred,’ over and over again. The words seemed to sink into my mind like a mantra. The more I said them the more real they became. “After he came inside me he asked me how I felt. I told him that it had felt so good, and that I loved feeling his load inside me. He gave me this strange kind of knowing look and then said, ‘You wanna clean off my cock and see if you can get it hard again don’t you. I can see you looking boy.’ I nodded and said, ‘Yes Sir I do.’ He just grinned and said, ‘Then get on your knees and clean it off faggot.’ “I got him hard again and he took me upstairs when he threw me on the bed and bent my legs up to my chest. He pushed his cock into me in one smooth stroke. ‘Do you know what boys like you who cant get enough cum in their holes are called,’ he asked. “’No Sir.’ “’Cumdumps. You’re a fucking cumdump. Say it!’ “’I’m a cumdump!’ “’Good boy. Repeat it. Repeat it while I fuck you.’ “’I’m a cumdump. I’m a faggot slut for raw cock cumdump. I’m a cumdump. I’m a faggot slut for raw cock cumdump. I’m a cumdump.” Jay seemed to lose himself in his mantra. The story drifted away as he absentmindedly stroked my cock and rocking on the plug in his ass. “Jay?” At the sound of his name he snapped back. He gave me a kind of sheepish grin. “Sorry. He had me repeat that as he fucked me again. He called me a good boy as he came inside me. I felt so warm and happy. This time he didn’t pull out. He kept his cock inside me, rocking it back and forth, keeping his dick hard. He told me to repeat all my mantra’s. I muttered them over and over as he built back up and fucked me for a third time. When he finally came we both collapsed out of exhaustion. “We just lay there for a long minute. Then finally he got up and said to me, ‘Alright boy. You’ve got a choice. I want you to make it in as clear headed a space as I think you’re going to have just now. We can stop this right now, and you can go back to your boyfriend, back to being a top, or you can be vers and let your bf breed your hole so you’re not breaking any rules. Or, you can keep coming here, keep taking my loads, and I will turn you into my boy. I will make you into a real cumslut. I will push you and train you. I’ll make you into what I think you truly are, but there will be no going back. Once you agree you are mine. You will be my boy, I will be your Sir. My boys aren’t pretty little jocks who get a hankering for raw cock though. My boys are a true faggot cumdumps. My boys live to be bred. My boys live to service me and other men. In the end your bottom boyfriend won’t be able to satisfy you, you will get no pleasure from fucking him. Either he’ll find a new place in your life, or your relationship will be over. But this feeling,’ he slid a finger into my cummy hole, ‘this feeling will never end.’ “’Make me your boy!’ I practically screamed,” Jay gave me a little smile and a shrug acknowledging that he’d been ok with our relationship ending in that moment. After a beat he continued, “Sir said that he appreciated my enthusiasm, but that I needed to go home and think about it. He gave me a bar to meet him at that Friday, and then sent me home. “It was excruciating. I had five days to wait. Sir even said that no amount of begging would make him meet me any sooner. So I just had to deal. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and how good it felt to get fucked. I couldn’t concentrate at work. All I could think about was being stretched around Sir’s big raw cock. Wednesday after work I went to a sex shop and bought two dildos and a butt plug. I ran home and slathered them with lube and spent the night pounding myself till I passed out. It was something but it wasn’t enough. I felt like I was in heat. Thursday morning when I was getting ready for work I saw the butt plug on the counter of the bathroom. I lubed it out and slid it into my hole before going to the office. It was excruciating and pleasurable all at the same time. I had this secret, this tangible secret inside me. I had something inside my as while at work. It was like it was irradiating the part of me that had claimed to be a top by trying to bottom constantly. I did the same the next day. By the time I got to the bar to meet Sir I was basically in heat. I needed him. I needed to be fucked. I needed to be bred. The plug was banging against my prostate. My dick never got hard but it leaked constantly. It was insane. “Sir had just given me an address. I didn’t realize it was a leather bar till I got there. I felt nervous and excited. Sir was sitting at the bar when I walked in. He noticed me right away and gave me a huge smile. When I was close enough he caught me around the middle and kissed me. His hands roamed all over my body. He gabbed at my ass and stopped when he felt the base of the plug. I told him about going to the sex shop and just wanting to fell my hole being stretched. “He chuckled and said, ‘Don’t worry boy, we’re going to get you good and stretched out tonight.’ He moved me onto the barstool next to him and sat me down. ‘You remember what coming here tonight means?’ “’Yes Sir. It means I’m committing to being your boy. That you will teach me and train me to be the faggot cumslut you believe I am.’ “’And that’s what you want boy?’ “More than anything Sir.’ “’Good boy,’ he said. He flagged down the bartender and got me a beer. We sat and chatted for while we drank. It seemed strange to have a totally normal conversation while I had a plug in my ass and I’d just committed to being trained by him to be a cumslut. After we’d both finished our beers Sir got up and told me to follow him. He led me down a hallway and around a corner to a dimly lit bathroom. He pulled me into the handicapped stall and spun me around. He pulled my pants down and bent me over the toilet. ‘You’re gonna be my boy, well here’s your first lesson. You take my dick whenever I want.’ He tugged the plug from my hole and set it on the back of the toilet. Then he spat on his hand, slicked up his cock as slid it inside me. I moaned. ‘Keep it down slut. You’re not ready for a public show. Next time though. Next time we come to this bar you’ll be the star attraction.’ He pounded me fast and rough, building himself to orgasm quickly. He let out low guttural grunts and he pounded me, and then finally stuffed his cock into the hilt and pumped another load into me. I sighed finally feeling the warmth I craved. He pulled out quickly and stuffed the plug back into my hole. ‘Pull up your pants boy. Lets get out of here.’ “He led me out of the bar and into a cab. He asked me if I’d made any plans for the weekend. I told him no. He replied, ‘Good, then you’re spending the weekend with me.’ He fucked two more loads into me that night and then I passed out in his arms. The next morning I woke up to his dick already hard pushing into my hole. I was tender and sore from wearing a plug for basically two days straight and him fucking me three times the night before but I still pushed back. It felt good giving myself over to him even though my body was tired. He fucked me slow and gentle. I moaned as he slipped in and out of me. I remember just groaning with pleasure. He didn’t warn me he was going to come, he just whispered, ‘take my seed boy,’ in my ear and shot another load into me. I cleaned off his cock, and then he made us breakfast. “He told me that fag boys don’t get real clothes in his house, the only thing I’d be permitted to wear was a jockstrap or a thong. So it sat around naked with the plug back in my hole as we had a lazy, shockingly casual morning. Around lunch he told me to get dressed, that we were going shopping. He took me to a store down in the gayborhood, the kind we always walked past and wondered who shopped there. Inside he led me around handing me things that we were going to buy. That first trip it was all pretty tame things. A few jocks, a couple of thongs, some slutty tank tops. In the back he picked out a new larger butt plug and a dildo with a really pointed head, a wide ribbed shaft and a massive knot at the bottom. ‘Learning to take this is the first step in training that pretty little hole of yours,’ he said as he handed it to me. Then he took me up to the counter and paid for all of it. “Back at his house he made me strip as soon as we were inside and then pulled out a little black thong for me to wear. It was so small and skimpy. The pouch just covered my dick and the little string ran right across the base of the plug in my hole. Somehow, wearing that little thong while he was fully dressed made me feel even more slutty than being naked. He spent the rest of the weekend throat training me and breeding my hole. Half way through Sunday he had me try to ride the knotted dildo. I could only get half of it inside me. He fucked another load into me and then upgraded the plug to the new larger one. He sent me home that night plugged and full of cum with my new clothes and toys in a duffle. “You came home that Monday. We met up for dinner, had a nice night, went back to your place and Sir was right… I got hard, I fucked you but it didn’t feel right. Even as I came in the condom while fucking you all I could think about was taking Sir’s cock again. “That next morning at work my boss told me the client he’d sent me to dinner with had been so pleased with my pitch he’d signed on to the company and had requested me as his representative. Obviously, my boss had no idea that I’d spent the weekend with our new client learning to deep throat his cock and serve him like a true fag. He told me that the client had requested a meeting after lunch and I was to meet him at his office. Five minutes after getting to Sir’s office I was under his desk sucking his cock. “That was how I spent basically the whole week. Sir told me that I needed to get used to wearing my new slutty underwear so I’d put that on in the morning. Then, I’d go to work in the morning, do some clerical stuff, and then head to Sir’s office in the afternoon. He’d throat fuck me under his desk, bend me over and breed my hole while I repeated whatever degrading phrase he told me to… and then I’d switch my underwear so you wouldn’t suspect anything and with an ass full of Sir’s spunk we’d meet up and I’d try to enjoy fucking you. I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you, I’m still not, but what I needed was changing so intensely. “I told you I had a lot of work to catch up on that weekend so I could spend it with Sir. I showed up to his house after work on Friday. Sir wanted me open and ready to go when I got there so I’d spent the day with my new plug in. I was practically humping the walls when I got there. It didn’t matter that he’d bred me every day that week. I was so fucking horny. I got in the door and without being told stripped down to my tiny thong and got down on my need to suck his cock. I was getting better at it too. I could take half the shaft before I even felt discomfort. He let me blow him till he was just about to cum and then he pulled out and told me to open my mouth. I did and he jerked his cock off in front of me. His load shot all across my face and body. Some went in my mouth, and I swallowed that. The rest he made me leave, marking me as his faggot. “That weekend was the first time he locked my cock up.” Jay looked down at his little nub and smiled. “My first cage was way bigger. Probably double this. Sir said, ‘You don’t get hard when you’re servicing me any way. You just leak. So we’re going to lock your cock up to remind you of your place. Only real men have access to their dicks. Fags just have caged nubs.’ He had me look at myself in the mirror with the cage on. I looked like one of those fag subs I’d seen on Twitter. I loved it! I fucking loved how I looked. Sir told me that I was going to be locked from then on unless I was going to meet you. He gave me a key and told me that for now I was on the honor system but there would come a time when I’d have to commit and give the key over.” Jay looked at me and smiled. “This morning, after he downsized me to this nub Sir took the key. Today, I’ve given myself to Sir. I’m officially his now.” He touched the chain around his neck. “I’m his faggot slut. I’m his sub. And now I’ve made you my cuck. You’ve been cucked by a cumslut faggot… and that’s turned you on. Fuck babe. You’re leaking so much.” He licked the precum from my cock again, and in spite of myself I moaned. “It was Sir’s idea to tell you like this,” Jay continued. “He wanted you to see, not just hear what I had become… who I really am. He also guessed that you might like it.” “It was… at first it was frightening… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand… but I still got hard. Like right away. Seeing you like that. Seeing you beg strangers for their cum. It was… it was fucking hot.” “Sir said you needed to see me as a true cumdump. Not just taking his cock, but being bred like the fucking faggot that I am.” “Was that the first time you’ve done something like that?” “No… the second. Last weekend, I told you I was working over the weekend again, but I came here. I’d spent a week in my cage for the most part. I only took it off the two times we hung out and we only had sex once… and… I faked it. I didn’t cum. I couldn’t I just got rid of the condom before you could find out. Knowing that Sir didn’t want me to cum made it feel impossible. I locked up as soon as I got home that night. It just felt better. Having my dick locked away though, it made me feel… it made me feel even more desperate for cock. I had this constant reminder that I’m a faggot slut, and it made we want to be fucked constantly. I was still going to Sir’s office every afternoon and servicing him, but it wasn’t enough. On Wednesday I told Sir how horny I was and how much I thought about cock and he told me, ‘You know the solution to that. You tried it once before, and now that you know what you need is raw cock, you should try it again.’ “Sir had me open up the apps in his office while I was sitting on his cock. I must have asked him a dozen times if he was ok with another man fucking me. He told me, ‘It’s your duty as a faggot to service real men. If a man wants to fuck you, the only legitimate reason for you to say no, is that I’ve already summoned you.’ He bounced me on his cock as I chatted to guys, telling them how horny I was and that I needed to get fucked. This guy, in his thirties responded that he was free then and needed to blow his load. I told him I’d love to help him out. He asked where I wanted his load and I said, deep in my guts. He sent me his address. Sir bounced me harder till he blew his load and then sent me off to meet my first raw hookup. “The guy lived close to Sir’s work, so it was a fast walk. I remember how slick my cheeks felt as I walked. I kept Sir’s load clenched in my hole. The guy laughed when he saw me in my thong and my cage. He called me a fucking faggot, and hauled me into the bedroom. Now that he knew I was a sub and a slut he wasn’t about to be gentle. He didn’t even take off his shirt. He just dropped his pants and slammed his dick into my cummy hole. It was amazing. He fucked me hard and fast building up to his orgasm. He groaned and moaned. He told me I had such a nice cunt. I liked that. I liked him calling my hole a cunt. He fucked so hard and deep. Then, without a single word, just a deep grunt he pushed his dick into me and shot his load. “It was so different from how Sir fucked me and yet it was fulfilling too. It felt so good. Having him shoot his load inside me was exactly what I needed. He kicked me out basically as soon as he’d gone soft. Out on the street I texted Sir about it. He asked me how I felt, and I told him that I felt like a sexy fucking slut! He told me to go home and grab some clothes for the next day and then come over and spend the night with him. “That night was the first time he downsized my cage. He said ‘This is your reward. The more you embrace your faggot slut self the more I’m going to change your body to reflect that. This first cage was just to get you used to it, but its way too big for a slut like you. We’re going to shrink this cock down till it’s just a little nub.’ The next cage was maybe an inch and a half long. It felt tiny, but it was still big compared to this.” Jay grinned proudly. “I told Sir how sexy it had made me feel when the guy realized I was a slut to be used and just took me. Then I told him about the guy calling my hole a cunt when he bred me. “Sir laughed and said, ‘You’ve got a nice hole boy but it’s not a cunt yet. That’s going to take more training and a lot more loads. Don’t look so sad boy, is that what you want? You want your hole turned into a big sloppy cunt? Remember all you have to do is ask.’ “’Yes Sir! Please. Please train my hole. Please turn my tight little hole into a big sloppy cunt!’ “Sir practically dragged me upstairs. He pulled out all these toys and started fucking them into me. As he was sliding a big long dildo into me he said, ‘This is what its going to take boy. You’re going to have to train your hole every day. Soon it will open up into a nice wet pussy and then it will become a big ruined cunt. But you have to work at it every day. I’m going to send you home with some toys and you’re going to spend an hour every morning working your pretty little hole open. Every day you’re going to finish by trying to take the knot on the dildo I bought you. Don’t force it, don’t hurt yourself. Just work up to it. Once its inside you you’ll know you’ve made your hole into a pussy and you’re ready for real destruction. “He fucked me with two fingers stuffed in my hole that night alongside his shaft. I felt so loose afterwards. It was a new feeling. It wasn’t just the fullness of having all that cum inside me, or that I’d now been bred by two different men. It was how used my hole felt. The tenderness around the ring, the sight pooch it had, how it felt like it wasn’t fully closed. “The next morning before I left Sir’s house for work I spent an hour squatting over the dildo’s he’d left out for me working my hole wider and wider. Then when I went to see him that afternoon he fucked me again with two fingers in my hole. I was so loose when you and I went on our date that night. That was when I pretended to cum while I fucked you. It was impossible to think of anything but how gaped my hole felt. I went home and spent another hour bouncing on my new toys. I could just take the knot dildo to just above the knot. I could feel its width against my ring. It made me even more desperate. In the morning I spent an hour again riding the toys, this time I could feel my hole trying to let the knot in. The constant stretching and destruction was working. “I spent that Friday night at Sir’s. He fingered me and stretched me and fucked me. He kept telling me what a pretty cunt I was going to have when he was done with me. Saturday Sir fucked me instead of my training my hole, but when he was done he stuffed a what felt like a massive plug in my hole. He kept me plugged like that for the rest of the day. A locked and plugged fag. “After dinner he asked, ‘Are you ready for the next step in turning you sweet hole into a wet pussy?’ I emphatically told him yes. He had me take the plug out of my hole, telling me it would just get in the way, and then had me get dressed in a skimpy black jockstrap, a pair of little running shorts and a stringy tank top. I looked like a total slut when I looked at myself in the mirror. “We went back to the bar he’d had me meet him at. This time we didn’t stop at the bar for drinks, he led me up to the second floor. It was much darker here, with lots of dark nooks and booths. He looked around for a second, and then spotted a group of guys. He waved to them and walked over. They were sitting in a U-shaped booth with a small table in the middle. It was off in a corner, out of the way, and very dimly lit. It took my eyes a minute to adjust and take in the six guys already sitting there. They were all handsome and rugged, though quite different in the details. They smiled at me and made pleasantries with Sir, who soon slipped into the booth at one end. “Sir took me by the hips and guided me to sit on his lap. I could feel his dick start to get hard in his pants. I rubbed my ass back on him as the men chatted. He shifted a bit and I could feel him tug his pants down a little. Then he pulled my running shorts off to one side exposing my hole. I gasped as he rocked us both forward and then back sliding his cock easily into my stretched hole. He hugged me to him, his raw cock buried in my guts. ‘Alright fag, here’s the deal,’ he said in my ear, ‘I told you it would take a lot more training and a lot more loads to turn this hole into a pussy. You’re doing really well on your training, but now its time to start collecting those loads. My friends here are going to help you with that.’ I looked around at the group of men around me and saw that they had all undone their pants or pulled them down. ‘I want you to go round the booth and ride each one of them until they breed you. Understand?’ “’Yes Sir!’ “’Good boy, start with Mike here.’ He lifted me off his cock and passed me to the man next to him. I had to hover in the air for a second as Mike fished his wide cock out of his pants. Then he lined it up with my hole and pulled me down onto him. He was so fat that it stretched my hole to the limit. I remember moaning loudly, and Mike putting his hand over my mouth. ‘Don’t moan too loud boy, I don’t think you’re ready for this to turn into a gangbang with the whole bar. Mike used his hips to bounce me up and down on his cock, taking control. He kept his hand over my mouth. The other men watched and chatted, sometimes talking about how they wanted to use me and sometimes talking about totally benign nonsexual matters. It was strange how they could watch me being fucked and talk about the price of groceries. “Mike came fairly quickly and passed me to the next guy, and then the next guy. I made my way around the circle. Sometimes ending up bent over the low coffee table, sometimes riding a guy as hard as I could. Outside out little booth the bar was crowded. Guys were drinking and chatting with their friends. It mostly just seemed like a regular bar. Though I did see a big bear push a twink to his knees and face fuck him against a wall as I rode the last guy. “I was sweaty and panting when I moved back across the booth to sit on Sir’s lap once again. It had taken me over an hour to make it around the circle and had collected six loads. Sir slid his dick into me again and growled, ‘You didn’t think you were done did you boy? Ride me fucking cock faggot.’ I put one foot against the table and pushed myself back against Sir. I pulled myself up till only his head was inside me and dropped back down. I was determined to put on a show and really enjoy the sensation of being fucked with a hole full of cum. “Sir’s breathing was just getting shallow when another man appeared. At first I was the only one who noticed him. Thirty maybe, shirtless in a pair of tight black jeans. He had a cute face and a really hairy chest. He watched me ride Sir’s cock. We made eye contact and he licked his lips. Sir grunted, and pulled me down onto his crotch. His cock thickened and then released another wave into me. “The guy stepped closer to our group and smiled. He gave his throat a little clear and said, ‘Is this a private party or can anyone have a go with the slut?’ “I lent so I could look at Sir behind me. ‘You said any man who wants to fuck me right?’ I said. “’Fucking slut,’ Sir said laughing, ‘you’re giving into this faster than I thought you would.’ He looked up at the new guy. ‘Why don’t you take my slut into the bathroom and give him a propper pounding.’ “The guy grinned and reached out his hand to me, ‘You got it Sir,’ he replied. I took his hand and he lifted me out of the booth pulling me off of Sir’s deflating cock. I looked back at him and grinned, then was whisked away to the bathroom. The new guy took me back to the same stall Sir had had me in the pervious time we were there. He pushed me forward and pulled my shorts down. ‘Fuck,’ he said, ‘you really did take very guy in that booth, didn’t you? You’re fucking leaking!’ He lined up his cock and slid it inside me. “’They’re Sir’s friends, he’s training my… fuck your cock feels good… he’s training my hole, well and he’s training me. He’s making me into his faggot. Fuck yeah! Pound my hole. He’s making me into his faggot cumdump and part of that is wrecking my hole till it’s a fucking cunt.” “’Shit that’s hot. A pussy boy in training. Fuck yeah. God all those loads feel good around my dick. I’m not gonna last long. I’m gonna fucking breed your faggot ass. Fucking take my load you fucking slut!” He pulled out and fired his first shot all over my ass covering me in his load and then slammed it back inside as his dick continued to pulse. ‘Don’t bother cleaning up,’ he said after he was finished and pulled out. ‘Everyone in the bar can see what a fucking slut you are. Go show your Sir that you were a good boy and took my load.’ “I pulled up my pants, without cleaning his load off me at all, and went back up to the second floor where Sir and his friends were waiting. My butt felt damp and slick. I knew there was a wet spot forming from the new guys cum and the loads leaking out of my battered hole. “’Jesus, you look a mess,’ Sir said when I got back to the booth, ‘I’d better get you home before you end up with the whole bar inside you.’ We said goodbye to his friends, and I thanked them for their loads and he took me back to his apartment.” “Fuck, Jay…” I said taking him in, “That’s so… that’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe how quickly you gave in. Fuck. I’m so fucking horny now. I feel like I should be mad, I should be upset but fuck. I’m just horny. Why don’t you suck me off and it can be out secret?” Jay grinned at me, “Sorry babe. Sir said you’re not allowed to cum. He told me edge you and tell you about how we turned me. He said he thought you finding out you’ve been made a cuck for weeks would turn you on though.” “I guess… fuck I guess it does.” I had to accept the truth. I was hornier than I’d ever been after hearing Jay’s story. “Don’t worry,” Jay said, “Sir will be back soon. He’s excited to have you as a cuck now too!” “Fuck… ok then, finish your story. Last Saturday a group of Sir’s friends bred you, plus some random guy from the bar and Sir…” “Right… well we slept in Sunday, but I still woke up to Sir slowly fucking me. He held me tight as he worked his cock into me. I pushed back against him and took his load deep inside me. It feels so good starting the day with his cum inside me. Having that slick wet feeling before I’m even out of bed. After he came he left me to do my training while he made breakfast. I could feel my hole stretching around the knot of the dildo. I wanted it inside me so badly, but I wasn’t quite there. After an hour I went back down, my hole gaped and sloppy. Sir slipped three fingers into me and played with my hole for a moment before setting down my food. “I remember going over and kissing him before I say down. ‘Thank you,’ I said. “’For what boy?’ “’For last night, and this morning, for all of it. Fuck! I’ve never felt this alive. I’ve never felt this sexy. I’m so horny all the time it’s amazing. Seriously. I just spent an hour stretching out my hole, after you fucked a load into me, and you fingering me for thirty seconds has me feral. Seriously. If all your friends from the bar wanted to come and breed me right now I would be down!’ “He kissed me back, and held onto me for a long moment. When we broke apart he said, ‘Eat up. I think we have a stop to make today.’ “Sir didn’t tell me where we were going. He just had me dress in a thong and a pair of jeans with a regular t-shirt and get on the train. It was the first time Sir and I took the train together. I had this feeling that everyone around us could tell I was his boy, his cumdump. I imagined that they could all smell the sex wafting off of me, and it made my hole twitch. I liked the idea of being exposed. I started to realize that was also part of the fun of the night before, it wasn’t just getting fucked by all those guys. It was the exposure, the fact that anyone could see us and know what a fucking slut I am. It wasn’t just that Sir was breeding me, or had locked up my cock, or had me wearing slutty little thongs. It was that he was exposing me. He was shifting it so that my inner most desires, things I hadn’t yet fully understood myself, were outwardly displayed for anyone to see. I thought about what he’d said, about how as I let go more and more he was going to help me change my outsides to match. “We got off the train down in the village and he led me to a little store front on a side street. It was a tattoo parlor. I felt a little panicked. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a tattoo, but I shouldn’t have worried. Sir walked in and said to the guy sitting at the counter, ‘Hey Carl, how’s it going. We need to get my new boy’s nipples pierced.’ “’Sounds good. Mind locking that door behind you, come on back boy.’ Sir locked the front door of the shop and switched the sign to open. I thought it was odd but didn’t ask any questions. I followed Carl into the back of the shop where he had me stand and take off my shirt. He looked me up and down, measured my nipples and marked them out. Then he had me sit on table so he could be at eye level. My heart was pounding. “’You’re doing so good boy,’ Sir said. ‘You’re going to look so fucking sexy with your nipples pierced. Think about it. Think about yourself naked, your dick packed into a tight little cage, a collar around your neck. You’ll look like the perfect little slut.’ “’Yes Sir,’ I moaned, imagining it. In the second that I had my eyes closed Carl slipped the needle through one of my nipples and locked the piercing in place. “’Well done boy,’ Carl said, and moved to the other one. ‘Deep breath for me. That’s it and…’ he deftly slipped the needle through my other nipple and twisted the piercing closed. ‘All done.’ “Carl stepped out of the way and I looked at myself in the mirror. The piercings glittered against my skin. Sir was right, even wearing jeans I looked so sexy. Nipple piercings make some guys seem tough, mine made me seem abusable. “’Do you like them boy?’ Sir asked? “’I love them Sir!’ “’Good boy, now get on your knees and say thank you properly to Carl.’ I looked around and saw that Carl had undone his pants and flopped a long fat cock out of his briefs. I dropped to my knees immediately and gobbled him down. Sir’s throat training really was working wonders. I got Carl all the way down my throat before I gagged a little. I grabbed his hips and pressed on, fighting my body’s reaction and making myself deep throat his beautiful cock. “Carl grabbed the back of my head and fucked his cock into my mouth. I coughed and spluttered but kept my throat open for his dick. I stuck out my tongue to lick the shaft as he throat fucked me. Thick spit started to bubble up on the sides of my mouth. It dribbled down my chin splattering the floor. My face felt slick. Carl just kept fucking. He moaned and grunted. His fingers twisted into my hair. ‘Fuck yeah. Fucking choke on my cock faggot.’ He said. ‘That’s it fucking swallow my load boy!’ He moved his dick so it was resting in my mouth and fired off his load. I gulped it down as fast as I could. A little trickle leaked out down my chin, but Carl scooped it up with his cock head and pushed it back into my mouth. Even as I tried to catch my breath I cleaned off Carl’s cock. I licked up every drop of cum. “Sir cleaned me up and took me home. He was really gentle with me the rest of the day. He knew my nipples were tender and I’d experienced a lot in the last day and a half. He fucked me softly on the living room couch, then we shared a drink and had dinner. He held me close that night as we fell asleep, his cock semi hard and nestled between my cheeks. “In the morning he called my boss and told them he was having an emergency and needed me to come to his office for the entire week. Five minutes later my boss called me to tell me to report to Sir’s office, and I had to pretend that Sir wasn’t balls deep inside me while on the phone. We didn’t go to work all week. We stayed home and Sir trained me. I spent lots of time playing with toys. Slowly opening my hole more and more. Sir fucked me every morning, and several times each day. At least once a day he’d send me to meet one of his friends. Sometimes he’d come with me, other time’s he just give me an address and send me on my way. “’You need to learn boy that you exist to service men. A faggot like you exists for the pleasure of men. You are mine, you are my boy, but you cannot deny a man who wants to use you.’ “He sent me to all sorts of guys. Older guys, younger guys. Big guys, fit guys, really skinny guys. Twice he told me to get on the app and find someone to breed me. Last night I found this twinky college senior with a massive dick. I went to his apartment. He told me we had to be quiet because his roommates were home. He took me in his bedroom and just went straight for my hole. If I hadn’t had Sir’s load in me as lube I would have screamed. His dick was so long it was banging places only toys had hit before. If he’d really wanted me to be quiet he shouldn’t have fucked me so hard. I couldn’t help it. He just pounded the sounds out of me. I was moaning and gasping when he bottomed out a came. ‘Fucking take my load you stupid faggot,’ he practically yelled. “His roommate was standing right outside the door when we opened it after. The twink tried to apologize, but the roommate gave me this look. Without even going to the roommate’s room I got on my knees and fished out his cock. I sucked him there in the doorway and then turned around and presented my freshly bred hole to him. He slammed his fat dick into my hole and pounded me mercilessly. ‘Fucking slut faggot, taking my roommate’s load wasn’t enough for you. No a caged up slut like you lives to be bred. You need to be fucked, don’t you? You cant say no to a raw dick in your fucking home.’ He pounded me into the wall until he came. Then he pulled up my pants and said, ‘get the fuck out faggot.’ Hearing Jay talk about being degraded by random strangers made my cock throb even more. He’d fallen so much further than I could even imagine. “Then this morning at the end of my training I was working on the knot dildo and felt something different. I was still being stretched but my hole seemed willing somehow. It seemed easier. I squatted over it, using my weight to push me down. I felt it. My hole was opening. I let out this crazed groan and my hole opened up. The knot slipped inside me and locked into place. I fell forward moaning. Sir came in to see what the noise was and found me ass up with the dildo knotted into my ass. “’You did it boy. Fuck yes. Look at that.’ He gave the base of the dildo a tug, the knot pulling at my hole. ‘Knotted like a bitch in heat. Fuck. Look at that. A big fucking dildo knotted into your new pussy. Fucking sexy little faggot.’ “Hearing Sir call my hole a pussy was electrifying. I’d done it. I’d taken one more step to having a really ruined cunt. I’m one step close to being the cumdump I’m supposed to be.” Jay looked at me wild eyed and continued. “Sir had me get up, with the dildo still knotted inside me and follow him into the bedroom. ‘Time for a new cage, one that befits a fag pussy like you. But there’s one catch. This time, the key stays with me. If you’re ready to be a fag pussy you become locked permanently. That mean’s you wont be able to keep up the charade of you being a top with your little boyfriend.’ “I didn’t even hesitate. I told him I was ready. I wanted to be a fag pussy. He unlocked the medium cage and crammed my dick into this little one. Then he tossed me on the bed, tore the dildo out and fucked me like a beast in heat. While he was inside me he told me to grab my phone from the nightstand and invite you to a work dinner tonight. He explained his plan, well most of his plan to me. I was to bring you up here, and get you naked. He was then going to restrain you, and you were going to then watch me get fucked. It would be your cuck initiation by fire. You’d ever find yourself turned out or furious. Either way we couldn’t keep up the illusion.” “Now what,” I asked, looking at Jay. “Now,” the stranger’s voice said from behind me, “You have a choice. Your bf has chosen his path. You now get to choose yours.” The stranger walked around my chair for the first time and I finally got a look at Sir. He was well over six feet, with broad powerful shoulders. He was shirtless, showing off his big round pecs, massive protruding nipples, strong flat stomach and dense, dark body hair. He was one of those men so covered in hair that they just exuded an animalistic masculinity. His thick arms, with heavy veins had dark ripples of hair all along them. He wore tight dark jeans that did nothing to hide the dense musculature of his legs nor the massive bulge of his dick pointing off to the right of his crotch. Jay moved from where he had been kneeling in front of me to kneel at Sir’s feet. They both looked at me expectantly. “You can either leave, and your relationship with Jay ends. Which honestly, I think would be sad. Or you can take your place in out new dynamic as the desperate horny little cuck that you are and watch as Jay gets transformed from this cute little cum hungry jock to an absolutely farel cum slut with a massive cored out wreck of a cunt. Something tells me, even though this is the first time we’re meeting, that you had more fun tonight than you have in a long time sexually. Give in, enjoy it…” -Six months later- Jay moaned. He was strapped up in a sling, his head laying back against the headrest, his arms and legs buckled to the sling’s support chains. His cock, stuffed into a tiny black micro numb cage leaked constantly as the beefy man between his legs worked his forearm into Jay’s stretched hole. A big arm wrapped itself around my chest, pulling me into Sir’s powerful body. I sunk into him. “Look at our boy go,” Sir said in my ear. “He used to fuck you, remember? Remember when he’d pound your tight little hole with his big jock cock and make you moan like a little slut. Remember when he wanted to play safe and only fucked you with a condom? Now look at him. Look at that big bear fist his cunt. He fucking loves it. He’s not a top any more. As much as you want him to be he’s mine now. He’s my dumb fucking little faggot slut.” My own cock strained in its cage, precum dripped onto the bathhouse floor. I let out a long moan.

A few nights ago I decided to get a massage with a happy ending. It was a very, very, happy ending too. After a brief massage, he started working on my hole with his fingers to get my hole ready. This guy had a thick 7.5 cut cock that he really knew how to use. He fucked my for about 15 minutes before I asked for a break. This was a longer than usual fuck for me. He re-lubed my hole went back to banging me nice and hard. I had a hands free orgasm - something that usually happens when I'm fucked by a bigger cock. After about a grand total of 25 minutes in my hole he dumped a load in me that was leaking out of me until I got back to my hotel. It was so nice to get fucked for a long time. The hands free cum was nice too. However, it's getting fucked is what I'm still thinking about everyday for the last four days.

My first time was with my best friend from high school. For years my buddy and I alternated staying overnight at each other's house, usually sharing a bed, and wearing only our underwear, which was no big deal as we were too young to even know about sex. However one night, when we were somewhat older, things were different. We had planned ahead, and my buddy was to come over to my house after a football game and spend the night. Looking back I think we both knew something was going to happen that night. As we expected, the football game ended late in the evening, and, as was typical for our small town, we meet-up with the football boys and cruised the town for a while, which meant we got back to my house even later. We each took a quick shower and crawled into bed, as usual, wearing only underwear. And we both promptly fell asleep. At some point I woke up with his body directly against mine. I was in the small spoon position and he had pressed as much of his body against me as he could. I found the sensation of a body (which was 95% naked) pressing up against my body to be very erotic, particularly as it was the first time I had ever really felt body-to-body contact. Naturally I had a raging hard on. In addition I could feel a hard bulge against my ass cheeks. I lay in bed, enjoying the experience of warm flesh against my own naked body, but after a few minutes I pretended to stir slightly, as if I had just awaken. Reaching back, I pretended I was scratching my ass, only to discover a very hard and BIG bulge against the back of my hand. That was the first time I had ever felt an actual dick. Granted it was still inside some tighty whities but it was hot, warm, hard, and felt quite large. He hadn't moved at all during my courageous attempt at coping a feel, so I thought I would try again. I really wanted to gauge its size, so again, I again reached back. This time there was no mistaking the fact that he thrust his hard bulge against the back of my hand. Since he didn't hide the fact that he thrust his cock at my hand I left my hand there, between my ass and his cock. The moment of truth came, and I was so hard and horny that I didn't even think about it, I turned my hand around and grabbed his bulge and found an incredibly hard rod stuffed extremely tightly in some white Hanes briefs. I began feeling his junk through the tight underwear, massaging his balls, rubbing and stroking his steel rod paying particular attention to, what I thought was his head near the waistband of the underwear. He finally reached around my hip and started massaging my hard leaking cock through my underwear. I have a decent seven and a half-inch cut cock which is quite thick, but I could tell he was even thicker. Wanting to find out just how thick, I grabbed his waistband and plunged my hand into his underwear grabbing his cock. This is when I discovered I hadn't been massaging his dickhead, his underwear had been so tight, that it trapped his hard cock pointing down, so he wasn't even able to get fully hard. Good lord, how big was he? I pulled his cock out of its fabric prison and found out. Now, even to this day, his cock was the biggest, thickest, longest uncut cock I've ever seen in real life. I could no longer think straight. I was overwhelmed with horniness. I immediately pulled his hand off my cock, turned around and ducked under the blanket and sheets. I got his 9.5 inch dick into my mouth as soon as I could and began giving my first blowjob to the biggest dick I'd ever have. I sucked and licked and tongued his cock for ages, enjoying the huge hard thickness and foreskin. He had grabbed my head and was trying to force as much of his dick into my mouth as he could. Unfortunately I have a gag reflex, and he repeatedly gagged me. Maybe that was turning him on, it sure made my blowjob more difficult though. I couldn't get to all of his cock though because the underwear was still covering too much of his junk. I tried to pull his briefs down but he wasn't lifting his ass up to help me any. I was crazy fucking horny and quickly became very frustrated with his this tight white fabric covering some of my prized cock I was working so hard on with my mouth. I finally used both hands and grabbed the waistband and yanked them down hard! So hard that they ripped. I didn't give a fuck that they ripped or that it might have hurt him. I was happy finally getting to put his balls and shaft in my mouth. It seemed like an hour, but it was probably five to ten minutes before he nutted. I was ready for his load as definitely (if not desperately) wanted him to cum in my mouth, and I had even decided when the time came, I would take his cock in my mouth as deeply as I could and start swallow every drop of his load. It was heaven: his body tensed-up, his rock hard dick felt like a titanium crow bar, blasting its load into my mouth, shot after shot of cum rocketing out of his meat, repeatedly filling my mouth, over and over. And I swallowed every drop, not loosing a single drop. Afterwards I slowly nursed his cock with my lips and tongue, eventually coming out from under the blankets and resumed my sleeping position. He made some attempt at blowing me, but it wasn't very good and we just went to sleep. Later on, he paid me back in spades, making me cum several times. We never talked about it, but down the weeks, months, and years, we enjoyed many firsts with his huge dick and his tight hole.

hello guys, I was wandering about that decision you ever took to have raw, unprotected natural bareback sex. What or who was it that makes you go for that option? Some boyfriend, some happening? Has it become your usual way to have sex for all occasions or only under certain circumstances?

I'm from the north of Brazil, I'd to know another brazilians here

Hey guys. This is the first story I've written in awhile. I used to have an account as btm4bbrn, but deleted it awhile back for personnel reasons. This first chapter has a bunch of lead up, I promise there will be more exciting chapters soon. As always, feed back is always a appreciated! Check out my other stories. They are: Scorpion Bikers Turned Over Christmas XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Chapter 1 This is a story about how I, a once straight college jock boy, was turned into a bottom slut for black cock overnight by a random stranger. A little about me. My name is Riley, and I am about to start my Sophomore year of college. I'm about 19 years old, and stand about 6'2" and 170lbs. My white body is not overly muscular, but I was pretty toned from playing sports in high school and hitting the weights during my freshman year. I have brown hair, with a high fade on the sides that led to longer hair on top that I kept in a messy look. It all started as I was waiting at the gate to catch my flight back to college. I had just flown into Chicago from Iowa, and was waiting to catch my connecting flight. I grew up in a smaller midwestern town and I was going to college in Georgia. I did not want to be so far from home, but I had gotten an academic scholarship. Due to the distance, my parents decided to pay for me to fly back to school to save on a multi day road trip in my car that was not all that reliable. They had drove me down to school last year, but this year they decided that I could make the trip down myself. I sat at the gate, waiting for the 830pm flight, scrolling through Tik Tok on my phone with my airpods in. I noticed movement in the corner of my eye, and saw somebody sit down across from me. I looked up and saw a very large black man sitting there, also scrolling through his phone. This man looked to be in his late 30's, and he was wearing dress slacks and polo shirt. This man was ripped, with bulging arms with big veins that were stretching the sleeves of his shirt. His pants were tighter, and I noticed his calves and thighs looked solid against the fabric. He looked to be about 6'4", with hair buzzed short on the sides that led to longer curly hair on top. He and black scruff on his face, and I could see some tattoo's stretching out from under his sleeves and going down his arms, but I was unable to make out what they were. I went back to my phone, and soon heard the gate agent come over the PA to say that the flight was delayed due to maintence. About an hour later, the gate agent came back on and told us that they were unable to fix the issue and that the flight would be cancelled. The next flight would be the next day when they were able to get a spare part in. I groaned and pulled out my cell phone, calling my girlfriend over my airpods. I had been dating Audrey since the middle of my freshman year, and we had managed to do the long distance relationship over the summer. The phone rang, and she eventually picked up. I told her about the flight, and she was upset that it was now going to be even longer until we were able to see each other, even if it was only another couple hours, or at most a day. I told her I would spend the night in the airport since I didn't have money for a room, and we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. No sooner then right after I hung up the phone and took my airpods out did a hear a voice, and realized the black man sitting across from me was talking to me. "Bro you really planning to spend the night in the airport? Thats fucking brutal!" the man said. "Yeah dude, headed back to school and I'm pretty tight on money. Looks like I'm camping out tonight" I smirked and said back to him as I gathered my things. "Nah man. I just booked a room at the airport hotel here. It's got two beds. I can't let you stay here over night buddy thats just wrong". I told him I appreciated the offer, but I would be fine staying for just one night. The man was persistent, and would not talk no for an answer. He was adamant that I take up his offer, telling me he just felt bad knowing I was gonna be sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. He eventually wore me down, and I agreed to stay with him, mostly because it was apparent he was not going to take no for an answer. I figured whats the worst it could be, it's only one night and it beat sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. Little did I know this decision would change my life forever. I grabbed my backpack and followed him, as he drug his small carry on bag behind him. We made small talk as we walked across the airport and over to the hotel across the street. I found out his name was Adrian, and that he was here visiting for work and trying to get home as well. I told him I was going back to college, and that I was from Iowa. We stopped at the baggage carousel on the way out of the airport to grab my luggage, but the airline said the luggage was already loaded into the plane and they did not have the staffing to have anybody unload them. I just laughed to myself, my day had gone from bad to worse.What next I thought to myself. I did not have any spare clothes or anything to wear besides what I had on. Adrian just laughed and "Boy they are really screwing you over tonight. Don't worry we will figure something out", and with that he kept walking. We got checked into the hotel, and Adrian insisted we grab food at the restaurant in the hotel lobby. I tried to just sit there and not order anything since I did not have money, but Adrian insisted I order and that he was buying. I ordered a burger and a water, and we made small talk as we ate. Adrian asked about school, home, and if I had a girlfriend. I filled him in on Audrey, and he just smiled and said "good for you bro." I found out he was single, and had just joined a business firm after getting out of the military and he was traveling for work. Adrian sat and drank whiskey while I sipped on water as we visited. I wanted nothing more but to get to the room so I could get to bed and get on my flight the next day, but Adrian seemed to be in no sense of a hurry. We continued talking, mostly him asking me questions and staring at me with his brown eyes. His attitude was matter of fact, and he was kind of arrogant, but who was I to judge a man who was giving me a place to stay and even bought me a meal. Eventually the restaurant said they were closing and forced us out. We grabbed our things and I followed Adrian up to the room. Once in the room, Adrian told me I could hit the shower and wash the travel dirt off of me. I didn't particularly want to shower, but he said it in a way that made me feel like I should, and I felt like it was the polite thing to do if this man was suggesting it. "I know you don't have anything to change into, I'll see if I have anything for you to wear buddy" he called out as I went into the bathroom. I told him that was not necessary and got into the shower. I turned off the water and got out of the shower. As I pulled the curtain back I noticed all of my things were out of the bathroom. My clothes were gone, and my wallet and cellphone were missing from the bathroom counter. What the fuck I thought to myself. "Hey Adrian have you seen my things?", I yelled out of the bathroom. "Bro I grabbed them, come out here I found something for you to wear". Jesus I thought to myself, this guy is just over the top. I tucked a towel around my naked waist, and awkwardly walked out of the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was standing at the foot of the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs and a gold necklace. I could see his chest was firm and round, and the crotch of the boxers had a rather large bulge. This threw me off at first, but then I quickly figured Adrian must be getting ready to hop in the shower himself. "Get the fuck over here faggot and get on your knees". What the fuck I thought to myself, there's no fucking way. This guy must have me confused for something else. "Ah...ha...I don't swing that way buddy, remember I told you I have a girlfriend?" This seemed to put Adrian into a rage, and I saw fire in his eyes. He lurched forward, and grabbed me by the throat with one hand, and grabbed my dick through the towel with his other hand. I immediately panicked, and tried to back up and break free, but this man towered over me and was much stronger. He held me with a firm grip, and I struggled to breath as he held my throught and it felt like he was going to rip my dick off. "Did you think you were getting all of this for free boy? You think you were just gonna take advantage of a free room, eat a meal on my dime, and not have to pay for it? No I know your white college ass is broke as fuck, but you're gonna pay another way. Maybe next time you should think twice about staying with random strangers". My heart race and I panicked, not knowing what the fuck was going on or how I was going to be able to talk myself out of this predicament. "Please..just let me...go man I'm so sorry" I struggled to get out, with the large black hand still firmly around my neck. "You got two options here white boy. Either you can walk out of this room right now, stark naked and figure out what to do with yourself, or you can spend the night with me and work off your debt in other ways with that sexy body of yours. If you stay, you're gonna become very friendly with my big cock before you catch that flight tommorrow. Also, I got your phone and wallet locked in the safe, so those will be staying with me until I decided to give them back in the morning". Adrian eased up on my throat, and asked "Well whats it gonna be boy?". I sat there in silence, not knowing what to say or do. It felt like I had a frog in my throat and my stomach had dropped to the floor. I had no idea what other option I had other than to stay, because god knows I couldn't walk into the lobby naked as the day I was born without being arrested. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was repulsed at the thought of what this man planned to do to me, but I decided that I would do what I had to do to get through the night and get on my plan tommorrow and let all of this be a distant memory. "I...uh...I guess I will...uh...guess I will stay Adrian" I gulped and looked down at my feet, wishing I could just crawl into a hole and disappear. My hands were trembling and I dreaded what the rest of this night might bring.

I was just about to give up on any possibility of hooking up when a guy sent me an instant message saying he liked my profile. He said he was really into my “type.” I like to get to the point so I asked him what he was into. He said, “You.” His name was Marcos and he didn’t have a picture, but he assured me I wouldn’t be disappointed. Damn, I thought, I hate these sorts of setups. I don’t know what this guy looks like, or what he’s into. Plus it was really getting late. But on the other hand, I have heard some horror stories of guys who did have pictures and looked nothing like them. He described himself as 6’2” dark hair, brown eyes and South American. I tried to push for more information but got very little. He asked me if I wanted to come to his house. I asked if I came over, what we would do. He said have a beer, talk, whatever. Damn, I was not getting any information from this guy. But curiosity got the best of me and I got his address and drove over. It was about 1:00 a.m. when I knocked on the door. He opened the door slightly and out popped a really hot looking face; beautiful olive skin and sexy masculine stubble. He had black hair that was curly and long, just over his ears. He didn’t smile or give me any clue as to what he thought of me, but opened the door and gestured me inside. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and boxers. He invited me into his small living room and we sat on a sofa. Marcos started making small talk while rubbing my knee and putting his arm around me and suddenly he started making out with me; all in like 10 seconds. I started feeling him up all over him and soon realized that his body was really muscular and tight. Marcos had his tongue down the back of my throat in a matter of seconds and I could tell from his breathing that he was hungry. My cock was rock hard in response to all of his attention. He started pulling my shirt off over my head and immediately licked down my neck and to my left tit. He was very aggressive and kept his hands busy; one working my crotch and the other tweaking my other tit. I was doing the same thing to him; feeling his rock hard body and trying to pull his shirt up over his head. I was kicking off my shoes at the same time. I couldn’t get naked fast enough. Somehow my hand made it to his crotch. His basket was full and his mound was tight. I kept rubbing and could feel him thrust towards my cupped hand. He licked his way over to my other tit and started swirling all around then started nibbling. I let out a moan and he ever-so-lightly growled. Marcos had my pants down and around my ankles within seconds and flipped my body over onto my stomach equally as fast. His left hand pushed my head down onto the couch while is right hand wrapped around my waist and pulled my ass up into the air. I stayed very still while he took his hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. I could tell he was checking me out because he wasn’t doing anything except spreading my cheeks and staring at my hole. I could feel his breath on my pucker as his tongue licked around the parameter. I wanted this guy inside me in every possible way. Marcos dove in and started fucking his tongue into my hole. He let go of my cheeks and reached through my legs and grabbed a tit in each hand and started moaning into my butt and twisting my nips in unison. I reached through my legs too and started rubbing his crotch and trying to get a feel for how he was hung. I could feel he was hard because his entire mound was hot and taunt. I reached up to his waistband and started pulling his boxers down. The first thing I felt was his tight wiry bush of his pubes. He let go of my tits as I fumbled around with his boxers. Never taking his mouth off my hole he managed to get out of his shorts in a matter of seconds. This stud was an expert in getting me and him out of our cloths. I reached through my legs and felt his cock. It was hot, leaking, uncut and big. Seriously fat. Not so much long, probably eight inches, but fat. I knew I had to choke this fat Latin cock down my throat tonight. I continued to feel him up and moved back to his balls. Nice big nuts; naturally smooth. I made a cock ring with my index finger and thumb and wrapped them around his cock and both balls and started to stretch them downward. Again, Marcos moaned into my hole. I was so into this guy that pre-cum started flowing out of me. He was throwing such a solid boner and I needed it in my mouth. Marcos had other ideas. He spread my cheeks again, but this time he started playing with the lips around my pucker. He actually grabbed the left side of my ass ring between his thumb and first finger and did the same with his other hand. He basically had the rim of my hole between his fingers. Then he spread it open and stuffed his tongue into me even further than before. I was getting very verbal and moaning and pushing my butt back onto his face. He stretched my hole further with his fingers and shoved more tongue into me. My cunt was on fire. I reached between my legs and started fingering my puss while his tongue was inside me and we worked together to get as much of ourselves inside my ass. Spit was dripping everywhere. Marcos was a pig. I began to feel the early rumblings of an orgasm deep inside me but I was not ready to let loose a load yet, so I pulled away causing Marcos to disengage his tongue from my ass. I needed to catch my breath and calm down. I turned around and sat up Indian-style staring at Marcos. He was so fucking fine especially now I could see him completely naked. His cock was awesome; a perfect cock. I spread my legs so I could to give him a little show while I caught my breath. I started fingering myself. Marcos was staring at my finger working its way into my hole. Then he started jacking his cock. He got closer and then a little closer until I could see his dick juice appear at his piss slit and then dribble down his shaft. It was creating this sticky goo that made me salivate. Marcos stared right into my eyes while he jacked. He had the nastiest look on his face while he did that. He reached down and inserted one of his fingers alongside mine in my ass and started helping me fuck myself. He did this while inching his way closer to me. Pretty soon, that fat Latin cock was close enough for me to swipe my tongue across. I could tell Marcos was playing with me, teasing me, taunting me. He knew I was starving for his fat dick and was holding back making sure I didn’t get too much too soon. My ass was juicing, big time. I stared at his gooey cock head and tried to reach it with my tongue. Looking right into my eyes, Marcos asked, “You need some of this big South American dick, Josh? You wanna blow me, man?” I swallowed, completely focused on his cock head leaking pre-cum and simply said, “Fuck yeah, dude. I want to taste your fucking juice man. Let me have it. Come on, dude I’m starving here, Let me blow you.” I felt Marcos insert another finger in my ass. That’s now two of his and one of mine. Marcos took his cock and smeared it over my lips. I could feel the warm goo cool when it touched my face and lips. My tongue was sticking out as far as it could possibly go. I finally made contact and licked the head and up and down. He lifted his cock up and placed his smooth balls right at my mouth. I licked and slathered them with my tongue and then sucked each one onto my mouth. I was stuffed with his hot nads in my mouth. I licked and swirled my tongue and he started pumping his balls in and out of my mouth. As soon as he’d pull them almost all the way out, I would suck them all the way back in. I love tea-bagging. I’m good at it and he appreciated it. His dick juice dripping onto my face told me so. Marcos pulled his balls free from my mouth and shoved his dick in my mouth and held the back of my head still. I was impaled onto his cock. Because of the angle, I was only taking about three-quarters of his cock down my throat. Then Marcos started fucking my mouth. We both wanted to get more of his cock into my throat, but his dick was really fat and the angle was wrong. He pulled his cock out of my mouth dragging a strand of spittle along with it. He swung me around on the couch and had my head hanging upside-down off the seat of the couch and my legs resting on the back. He rubbed his slimy dick all over my face before inserting it back into my mouth. He pushed his fat cock passed my lips and towards the entrance into my throat, but got stuck at the back of my throat. Damn, I was afraid his cock was too fat for me. I tried to relax as Marcos continued to make little fuck motions trying to get past the entrance to my throat. I took a deep breath, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him against the resistance at the bottle neck at the entrance of my throat. It was tight and I didn’t think it would work, but I was willing to risk a sore throat to get that fat Latin cock into my throat. And then it happened, his cock popped through the opening at the back of my throat. Marcos let out a loud “Oh fuck yea!” and continued pushing into my throat. When he stopped, his pubic bush was at my nose. I loved the way his pubes smelled. That got me even more excited and I tried to push my face further onto his cock, but I was already at the root. I just stayed there and tried to breathe through my nose. I would also use my throat muscles to “swallow” which sent ripples down Marco’s dick. That’s when he started fucking my mouth; long deep strokes. I tried to take short little breaths in between each withdrawal because I didn’t want to disrupt our rhythm by gasping for air. I needed cock more than air. While pumping my throat, he spread my legs and started fingering my ass again. He started with one finger, then added another and then another; all the way to the second knuckle. He would reach in and feel all the way around my hole, find my prostrate and rub it like a genie rubbing a lamp. I was so warm and wet and hot for it. Marcos was moaning, fingering my ass, fucking my throat and stretching me open all at the same time. He took both of his the first fingers and spread me open, got in close enough for me to feel his breath and then spit into my hole, smearing it all around. He did that three or four times. He pulled his slimy, spit-covered cock out of my mouth and spun me around again; this time doggie style on the couch facing the side of the couch with my ass up in the air. He hopped up onto the couch behind me and I was anticipating his next move. I felt his cock head touched the rim of my ass. It was warm and really slippery. He rubbed it all around. His head felt huge. He slipped about half of his head into my ass and pulled it back out again. He was teasing me. He new I wanted it and he knew I wanted it bad. I moaned and flexed my ass cheeks and pulsed my rosebud sending every signal I could muster for him to fuck me. But he didn’t give into me. He continued to tease. A pitiful desperate yearning sound escaped my throat before I could control it. Marcos grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled my head back. Staring straight into my eyes with lust I heard, “White boy, you want some raw Latin cock in that smooth pink little pussy of yours? Huh? You need some dick, baby?” I just moaned back and said yes, to give it to me. He said, “You want some of this?” and he stuck the head back in, but pulled it equally as fast back out again. I was delirious at this point and screamed, “Fuck me, man. Punch that fat Latin cock into me, I need to get fucked!” Then very quietly I begged him, “Please Marco. Please fuck me. I need this so bad, Fuck my cunt.” With that, Marcos nudged the head of his cock back to the entrance of my hole and he pushed forward in one great lunge and I pushed back with a huge force and within a split second I had that fat, big bronze cock buried balls deep in my ass. I let out the a long animalistic exhale. I was dumbfounded. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. My spine started to tingle and I could feel his heart beat through his cock. The lips of the ring of my ass were stretched to their maximum. Had Marcos been a millimeter fatter, I’d be bleeding at this very minute. “There you go, baby. I got cha. I got cha all stuffed full of cock just like you needed. Pussy is SO fucking tight. Goddamn.” At that point, Marcos flexed his dick and I felt it swell and contract. He kept talking nasty to me. “Come on blondie, you want some of this? Work for it.” I pulled forward and his dick slid out along the walls of my hole. God it was amazing. I could actually tell when his cock head was starting to pop out. “Now, push your pussy back onto my cock all the way. Yeah, that’s it. Damn, you got one hot fucking ass.” “Enjoy this while you can cause in a few minutes, I’m going to turn you over and powerfuck that ass like you need it, do you hear me?” I kept sliding slowly back and forth onto and off of his slick fat dick. Like I said I could no longer feel my spine. Marcos reached around and grabbed each of my tits and started pinching them, getting me hotter even still. I didn’t go near my cock because I was going to shoot at any time. I could tell Marcos was ready to throw a nasty powerful fuck into me. That’s when he pulled completely out. Marcos pulled out with a loud whoosh sound and the cool air hit my ass ring. He turned me over, produced a bottle of poppers from thin air, and told me to take a hit. I took a long hit in each nostril then he lifted my legs and put each leg into my hands and told me to pull back. I pulled my legs back to the side of my head. He crouched down and shoved his tongue in my warm fucked hole and slobbered around for a few minutes. Moaning and snorting and eating and fingering was all I could hear and feel. He was in a fucking asshole stupor. He pulled his head up and looked at me with saliva all over his face. He positioned his cock at my hole again and pushed all the way in. I looked up, still holding my legs to the side of my head and Marcos came in to kiss me. I looked closer and saw ass juice, pre-cum, and saliva covering his chin and nose; it was even dripping off his lower lip. Our faces crashed together in a beastly kiss. It was less a kiss and more of an attack. And then he started to fuck. He was pulling that fat Latin cock completely out of my ass and punching it back in to the root. Again and again and again moaning into my throat. Seriously after about 10 minutes of his incessant pounding, I may have passed out. I am sure I at least stopped breathing for a few seconds. When I regained awareness, I was cumming all over myself without touching my cock. Marcos looked down as I sprayed us both with my load. More poppers. He saw my eyes were rolled to the back of my head and went into overdrive and pounded and pounded and pounded me into oblivion. He pulled all the way out and forced his cock all the way back in. He did this about twenty times in a row and then he buried his cock balls-deep and froze. He had this amazing intense look on his face and then I felt him blow his load deep into me; two short spurts followed by several long ones. After the initial few shots, he let out a loud guttural sound that only comes from an animal. He was loading me up and I wanted every bit of it. When he finished he buried his cock to the balls and relaxed on top of me. He stayed like that until his cock plopped out with a nasty sounding spat. I must have one hell of a load up inside me. I slowly got up, got cleaned up and got dressed while coming out of my dazed-fucked state. I looked at Marcos on his couch, covered in my cum. We never even made it to his bedroom. I looked back at that sofa and knew I’d never forget how good he looked on it while he pounded the living daylights out of me. I definitely want to see more of that sofa again. I did finally make it into Marco’s bedroom, several times in fact. He was one great fuck.