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Scotty’s Tree House – part one Scotty, 19, was the only child of Brad and Marlene, in an old house on the Riverfront, adjacent to a public park in a large wooded area frequented by homeless drug using, homo cruising, Hustling and Anything criminal you could think of. Their house was well fenced off, and at the very corner of the large property was Scotty’s treehouse, Which his grandparents built for him many years ago. Scotty still used it as a retreat and a Hideaway sometimes to smoke weed and jack off. Scotty was under a lot of pressure from his folks, having decided not to go to college and instead take a year off, working at a convenience store nearby. Scotty was about 6 foot high, Basketball player’s build, Considered Shy and Unsure of himself. Because Scotty was homo And not had built up the confidence to tell his folks about his orientation. So Scotty sometimes would wander into the adjacent woods, Searching for a cock to suck on Or a mouth to service his. It was almost nightfall and Scotty didn’t like to be in the woods by himself. Back in high school he would be with other buddies drinking beer and smoking Marboro and weed. He was cruising in his usual spot: a shaded bluff inside the woods setback from the river, when he heard the clicking And hissing sound of a butane lighter. Standing behind them was Paul, 38, thin, Smelling like any guy not ever wearing not deodorant,dirty ripped jeans, with a rip in the ass and crotch, grimy White tank top, Heavily tatted arms, sporting a mohawk, Dark colored beard, Barbell septum nose piercing, multiple ear piercings, Black boots In a glass meth pipe in his hand. Scotty was a bit high from his weed when Paul approached him, Dilated pupils, “I seen you before in here faggot, And I thought about Sucking that fucking cock if I can ever see it, if you ever want to show it. “With that, Paul leaned over toward the rocks, spead opened the tear in his jeans and fingering his ass with some ice laced lube. He was telling Scotty to get a piece of him., But first to get down and tongue out his Musky crack hole juices. Scotty was so horny he obliged, looking around to see if anyone Was watching, while Paul Moaned while talking heavy hits of swirling ice vape and blowing blue happy thick white cloud against the rocks. “Let’s Fuck at my place, I only live about eight blocks from here. I got a sling, a dungeon playroom, leather for us, And lots of shit to make you feel good all night. I know you live in that big house and I’ll be finished with you sometime but maybe not in to worry mommy and daddy. But I am your daddy now, big boy, where it counts. And I’m your new boss, ‘oh thank heaven.’” It Didn’t take long for Scotty and Paul to get to a rundown house uphill a few blocks as it was already dark. There was a feeling that others were somewhere in the house, lots of clutter, debris, busted glass, syringes about and murals on the walls, cartoon depictions of drugs and users, public risky dirty Anon cruising not unlike the riverfront here. “Did you do these walls? “Scotty asked. “Fuck yeh. I get off on being a dirty public sex pig high as fuck and turning others into the same.” Paul is a dealer, a user, a rough trade dirty trash pig and this was his place of business: Subtle boring looking house in the outside but pure Traphouse on the inside, isolated Enough for the neighbors not to complain about the constant comings and going’s and in a prime location, overlooking the public fuck cruise. End of Part 1

Jake strutted out of the Rambles of Central Park, his heart racing and sweat dropping. The cool night air caressed his bare skin as his hot pink jockstrap clearly visible as he pulled up his low-riding short shorts. His small, hard cock bobbed with every step, eager for the night ahead. He had already taken seven thick, anonymous loads in his hungry hole as he was pushed up against the trees, but that was just his appetizer. As he headed south to The Eagle, the neon lights beckoned him like a moth to a flame. The leather bar was a haven for men like him, seeking the rough, primal pleasure that only a pack of muscular daddies could provide. The thumping bass from within sent vibrations through his body, making his ass quiver in anticipation. On the roof, Ax, Doug, Dewan, and Mario were smoking their cigars, drinking their beers, and prowling around the bar. Each was looking for a fresh piece of meat. Their eyes locked onto Jake as he walked through the door. "Look at this little fag," Ax rumbled in his deep, accented voice. "What's a cute little thing like you doing all alone in here?" Jake looked up at the towering Iranian bull, his eyes sparkling with lust. "Oh, I'm just looking for some fun," he replied coyly. "Well, you've come to the right place, boy," said Dewan, his deep chuckle rumbling through the bar. "We've got plenty of fun to go around." The four men surrounded him, their ripe scents filling Jake's nostrils. He was in heaven. "What's your name, twink?" asked Mario, his eyes raking over Jake's slender body. "I'm Jake," he giggled, batting his eyelashes. "But tonight, I'm just a dirty little hole looking to be used." The men roared with laughter. "Well, Jake, we've got just the thing for you," said Doug, his hand already reaching for Jake's jockstrap. Without hesitation, Jake dropped to his knees, eager to serve the four hungry men. Right there in the corner of the Eagle’s roof they took turns feeding him their massive, uncut dicks, each one thicker and longer than the last. Jake's mouth stretched to the limits as he tried to take them all in, drooling and gagging on their throbbing cocks. The other men around watching and adjusting their own bulges. "Look at him go," Ax said with a grin. "He's a natural." Jake moaned in pleasure as they face-fucked him, his eyes watering and his cheeks hollowed out from the effort. He could feel his ass clenching, begging to be filled with their hot, thick loads. Finally, Ax pulled his dick out of Jake’s drooling mouth and slapped the boy’s cheek with it. "You ready for the main event, boy?" Jake nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Ax's pierced cock. Ax bent him over a nearby bench, the other three men holding him in place. "You're going to take us all, one after the other," Ax growled. "And you're going to thank us for every drop we give you." One by one, they took him, filling his tight ass with their cum until he was overflowing. Jake's cries of pleasure echoed through the bar as the men used his body as their personal cumdump. He could feel their hot seed mixing with the others he got earlier in the night and spilling out of him, down his legs, and onto the floor. When they were done, they dragged him to the bathroom, still hard and ready to give him more. "You've been a good boy," Dewan said, slapping his face. "Now it's time for your reward." The four muscle daddies stood around him in a circle, their cocks dripping. They each started pissing into his mouth, filling him up until he had to swallow or choke. Jake gulped down their piss eagerly, the warm, salty liquid coating his throat. "That's a good faggot," said Doug, stroking his own cock. "You know how to clean up after a mess." Jake looked up at them, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Sirs," he murmured, his voice thick with cum. They laughed and slapped his ass. "Don't thank us yet, twink. You're not done with us," said Mario, his hand already reaching for his zipper. The night went on, with the four men using Jake's mouth and still eager little hole, leaving his pink jockstrap a sopping mess. They pumped him full of more cum and piss, inviting other guys to load him up too, and by the end, Jake was a sticky, sweaty mess, covered in their seed. But he didn't care. This was what he lived for. This was his purpose. He was their whore, their toy, and he had never felt more alive. As the last of the patrons stumbled out of the bar and into the early morning light, Jake remained on his knees, licking the last drops of cum from the floor. His body was sore, his throat raw, but he was blissfully happy. He looked up at the four men standing over him, their dicks still out and glistening with the remnants of their fun. "Can I have more, Sirs?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. They just grinned down at him, already knowing the answer. For Jake, the fun was just beginning.

After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay. I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly. I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked. “Uncle Chester?” His face lit up and was excited to see me. “William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. “It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles. “Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.” “Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed. “Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something. “Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet. “Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” “Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.” “That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that? Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below. “Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent. “So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”

It was a beautiful summer day in rural northwest Georgia. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life. The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike. Soon he was coasting on the down the road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimming hole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt. Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, five foot ten, red cropped hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 140 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Jay was a smooth and his stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm. He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn't long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection. Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his still erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his naked wet body. It made his lean body look leaner as he was impressed with the state of his growing muscles. After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a load from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn't be alone for much longer. He trapeezed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into Alabama and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as 'four corners'. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn't at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with. Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a driveway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the pinewood forests that filled this area. This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home. At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Georgia summer. The road flattened out now and wound through the pinewood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright summer sun on the more main roads. Jay's mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party spot. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn't paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn't just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn't someones party spot, it was the scene one hell of a good orgy by the look of things. Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgy had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock. Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive. As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast. 'No rush to be leaving' said the man. 'Looks like you were enjoying yourself. This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that' purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. 'Nice' said the stranger, 'Very nice.' With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. 'Look what I found boys' trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear. 'Nice one Bobby' they said together. 'I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors' laughed the first man. 'Looks like he really likes what he found too.' Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my shirt. Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into. Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time. Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn't sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheromone and enraged me with lust. 'You are marked territory now' said Bobby. 'The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.' I trembled but said nothing. 'You found him' said one of the porch sitters, 'You should have first dibs.' I could then feel Bobby's probing hands split my dripping pissed-on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby's furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my asshole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and its strong smell and he pounded away at my ass. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass. Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn't imagine somewhere that I would rather be. My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two o'clock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again. I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I began to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn't want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men in the cab while the other had three in its cab and two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 30 to maybe 50 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch. Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene. I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and rimmed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night. I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs. The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. 'I know you won't tell anyone about this because I know you want more.' He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. 'It's getting dark, you better start home' he suggested. I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple were bald and stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6' 5' or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind. The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the bald men spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I began to tense up and breathe fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach. When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. 'Here's a little something to keep under your pillow.' he said. 'We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you'll come back.' A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. 'The road is right there. Just follow it out and you'll find your bike waiting right where you left it.' said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes. I didn't even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a 'catch and release!' Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.

Lansing—May, 2024 The next day, I had more sex. It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom. And it was wetter… I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group. I had been to their home before, but not for some time. Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am. He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest. His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base. Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger. He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass. It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player. He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head. He was versatile. He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum. But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically. He has a very common name so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale. I went right up to the playroom. In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom. A sling hangs from the rafters. There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table. Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places. A toilet and shower are in a room to the side. Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed. Both are naked but for jocks. I strip quickly. Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs. He is in a jock and a leather harness. Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness. I move to Tim and let him do the same for me… Mouths are everywhere. CumPisser has joined Tim working on me. One is on my balls the other on my shaft. Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks. The guys shift positions. Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth. He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick. He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle. “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft. He flops on his back on the bed. I pull him to the edge. He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass. It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him. I lick and spit. I hear movement around me. When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable. I enter him. His eyes widen. I barely pause. I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there. I increase my stroke. “Fuuuuuuck,” he croons. “Right there…” I pound harder—and it does the trick. CumPisser does just that. Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs. I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up. The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him. I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done. Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench. He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass. I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting. Finally, I stand. I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole. He gasps—and I wait. I begin a slow fuck. I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room. I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does. I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed. I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision. I slow down the fuck. I eat his hole again. Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over. I nod. I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser. I am there as he shoots piss again. I lean over and lick it up. I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser. He is surprised and delighted. “Fuck him,” says Top Host. He pulls out. Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP. He groans. His hole is now super wet with all our juices. I stand up and fuck. I make him shoot piss twice… * The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles. I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench. The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are. CumPisser is in the sling. Top Host is fucking. CP’s cock is very hard. Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling. Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him. He sits on the thick hard cock. Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled. Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick. “Take two,” he grunts out. I am standing to the side. Jerking. Enjoying the show. They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. “Your turn.” Top Host slides out. I replace him. I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass. But he goes right back in—and I push again. Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside. He gasps. I groan. CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight. It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had. They rarely work for me. But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole. It’s great. But it’s a position that can’t last long. Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks. I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him. I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss… * It’s late in the afternoon. Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling. I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed. I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot. I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in. “Go felch it out,” Tim whispers. I don’t need any more encouragement. I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock. I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser. I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man. He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. I slide into him. There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass. He’s slick and now super wet. “Breed him,” says Tim. I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host. And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting. My cock knows what I need to do. In moments, I’m there. My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week. I fire again and again and again. CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too. I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support. Eventually, I pull out. I felch some of my own load. I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth. I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping. I haven’t lost my hardness. “Get on the bench,” I tell Tim. I stick it into him. I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening. But I can piss. I am filling him. Emptying my entire bladder. Giving him just what he’s asked me for… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom June 13, 2024

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

Just wow. following the previous 2 encounters with Rob & Dean, they planned a third. We made the plans to meet and they made the details very vague, replying to my questions only with "don't worry how many arrives, prepare for a night of fun" so I did just that, around lunch I started prepping myself with saltwater cleanse and got my hole squeaky clean for anything it might be getting, and since my partner said he couldn't join us due to work, I got a load from him to pre-lube my hole, got an Uber and arrived to their place around 5pm. My only instructions were to arrive, let myself in, strip, get on my knees and were a blindfold that they prepared for me, then someone will come and take me to the play area. So I did just that, I entered and was alone, stripped, on my knees, put on the blindfold and waited till I heard footsteps coming towards me, no words were spoken and I was just lifted by 2 men and was carried downstairs, i started hearing voices, men talking and cheering as I was brought to the room till I was placed on a sling, had my hand and legs tied and then I heard Rob announce: "this slut is here for us to use, he can take it all so have fun". my cock shot up and I was almost shivering from the excitement, not knowing how many men are going to use me or how lol. they suddenly all went silence and I heard them getting closer till I felt the warmth of bodies standing next to me. then I felt hand all over me, face, body, cock, ass, I was touched everywhere, like I was being explored till someone strayed probing my hole with fingers, feeling the wetness inside me and asked "how many loads you got slut?" I answered that just the 1 and in desperate need for more! "don't worry, you'll have a cunt full of loads you'll be leaking for a week after we're done with you!" then it began, poppers were placed in my nose and I inhaled about 10 huffs they gave me before it was taken and a cock was shoved in my mouth while another was pushing in my hole, first it was just a tease to with the cockhead but then it went all the way till I felt the pubes on my skin. Game on! This started the rough fucking my hole while I was sucking all the cock I was given, till the guy fucking me announced he was going to load me and I felt him buried deep in me and shooting a super hot load in me. then, it was blur, one by one I was fucked by all the men there, I loss count but each and every one of them fucked hard, had nice cocks ranging from normal to enormous till I felt a familiar cock and heard my partner saying "you didn't think I'd miss an opportunity to see you getting used by over 20 men?" Wow! Knowing how many men are there and having my partner there with me got me into overdrive and I just begged them to use me hard! My partner kept plowing me and showing the rest how hard I can take his 11" thick monster before he shot his load and then he was replaced by Rob's 11" equal that was fucking my hole just as hard. 20 something loads later they were done with round 1 and was taken off the sling to a mattress, where I was instructed to sit on an cock that was laying there and I began riding him with my sloppy cummy hole, it felt amazing and soon after I felt a second cock pushing into my hole and so a double penetration session began, fucked by 2 at a time by all of them, changing all sort of combinations while sucking the cocks to clean, tasting the cum and my ass juices till Dean was giving me his cock, asked if I was thirsty and I knew exactly what he mean, I nodded yes and immediately started feeling a warm stream of piss in my mouth, while I was still being fuck hard! It was a bit hard not to spill a drop but I managed and then quickly replaced by another giving me another piss load! I was in piggy heaven!!! When they all finished fucking my hole like that and coming a second load in my gaping hole I was laid on my back on the mattress with my legs up and then I felt someone starting to piss on my hole before shoving it in me continuing to fill me with piss before he started fucking me hard while I felt piss started to drench me from the men standing next to us, pissing all over me. when the guys pulled out from my hole it was replaced by a hand that slid right in, my hole was already so opened and slick with more than 40 loads + piss load that I just felt it all sloshing in me while the fist was playing with it. poppers were placed in my nose again and a fist session began, I was drenched in piss, smelling like cum and sweat and I was loving it, the energy in the room was mesmerizing and I couldn't stop. it went on for a while and I was fisted, fucked and loaded more and more by all the men there, from time to time I heard my partner commenting on what a good slut I am, Rob and Dean the hosts that kept edging me on to take all the men that they invited, calling me a cumdump whore that will take any cock all I could do is moan like a bitch around the cock that was filling my mouth to clean. this entire session went on for hours and hours, I was fucked in any position, back on the sling, spit roasted on all 4, on a fuck bench, even in the air as I was held by a bull of a man with a beautiful cock, must've been 10" and then another was pushing in, they were double fucking me like I was just a piece of meat and I was loving it! then they began to leave, after dumping their load in me I could hear them saying goodbye to the hosts, thanking my partner all while disregarding me which only turned me on even more. Suddenly the blindfold was taken off and I saw my partner, rob and dean standing next to me smiling and still hard and telling me I took total of 31 men tonight, 102 loads that was marked on a board after every load that was dumped in my cunt, no to mention the 3 loads that I shot handsfree while I was pounded by all the men. heaven! they wanted one last load so I was placed in the sling, my hole was just leaking cum and basically a completed mess as they fucked me hard and fast, dumping their loads in me, then giving it to me to clean and when they were done, I was plugged by a huge plug to keep it all in, I could feel the cum sloshing in me as I stood up and we went to take a quick shower all of us together. I just put on my jock and kissed them all goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful time as my partner walked me to our car and we drove home, that was when I looked at the clock and it was 6am! I was being used for 12 hours straight and it was just fucking amazing. when we got home we went straight up to our bedroom, I stripped and crashed on the bed with my partner telling me how proud he is of me taking it all, seeing how happy I was during the session. We kissed and I just fell asleep in his arms, I was exhausted. a happy piggy, cum filled, ruined hole. To sum it all up: 31 men 105 loads Till next time 😉

Just thought I'd say... That's all

Chicago—May, 2024 I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s. I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post. I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me… I also got a text that pissed me off. My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday. At noon. I would have to go home right after the piss party. I packed the sling and rimseat, not in a very good mood. I thanked Seth profusely and left for the bar where the party was held. It was starting earlier for IML, so that the host could get more people through the door. As most men can’t play for four and half hours, he could let new men in as the sodden, cum-spent men left (and never go over the limit of 80-somenthing in the back bar.) I was the third man in. I stripped and stowed my clothes in my gym bag and left it with the cute coat check otter… I fill my water bottle from one of the big thermal tanks set out on either end of the bar. Men are wasting no time in getting here, stripping down and tanking up. Already, in the dark corner by the emergency exit, I see a younger man kneeling and drinking piss from a big bear of a guy. The feeder makes sure that while most of his stream goes in the guy’s mouth, a lot is allowed to run down his chest and soak the pig’s jock. I am closer to the main door, where there is the coat check and the inflatable wading pool. The moment I notice it is empty, I see two men step into it and kneel. Mouths open and eyes pleading. I walk to the other end of the room to make sure the sling is up. It is. I gulp some water. I see the slightly older bear couple I knew from these parties and saw again on my trip to Palm Springs. (I went to a barbeque at their incredibly beautiful house—where piss was the dessert wine of choice…) I go over to talk to them. And grope. We hug and chat and soon the bottom of the pair is on his knees, coaxing my cock out of its pouch. “I just want to say hello…” he murmurs and takes me into his mouth. I love getting hard in an experienced man’s mouth. I harden up with just a few flicks of his tongue. He stays still and just lets my cock fully harden deep in his throat. Only then does he really lick and suck it. I chat with the top in the relationship and am introduced to a friend of theirs, all while my cock is being made thoroughly wet. They wander off. I get some head from a guy in his 40’s. He asks for piss. I think I might be ready and warn him it might be strong. That does not put him off—it excites him. It’s not a lot—but he is eager and pleased with what he swallows. I keep chugging water. And getting my dick sucked. Finally, I feel like I have some piss. I see the bear couple at the sling. The top is fucking a friend of his who has a long white beard. It covers a good portion of his chest. They welcome me. The one who got me hard pulls me next to him—so we are both standing next to each other on the side of the sling. The top fucks him hard. “Got piss?” White Beard grunts out. The bear next to me does. He covers the man’s chest and beard. I stroke my cock. “You should fuck him,” says the top. “You want this big dick up you?” White Beard moans—and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble. The top pulls out. I taste White Beard’s hole for a moment, savoring the piss that has sluiced down his ass crack. I stand up and fuck. It’s now the top’s turn to piss White Beard. He aims his jet at the man’s face while I fuck, our bodies making a sloppy, wet sound as we rut. As the top’s piss eases up, I fuck harder and then pull out. The bottom is right there to clean my cock. He does it, savoring the man’s ass jizz. “Now fuck me…” He bends over, holding onto the sling frame. I push into his ass. “Fuck him good,” barks the top. He moves around so he can really see my dick plowing into his lover. I fuck. Hard. The top points his cock at us and unleashes. I can’t believe how much piss gushes out of him—as he’s just unloaded on White Beard. I love hot liquid pouring off the bear’s back and onto my dick, before dripping onto my balls and boots… * I notice a bearded Latino. He is fucking a lot of guys. Always bending them over and pulling out to piss on their backs. He is working the corner near the sling and I have been getting my cock sucked by others while I watch. He fucks a fourth guy. He is now positioned so he can watch my dick as he fucks. He pulls out. Pisses. The guy moves away—very happy. “That’s a big dick.” I grin and nod. To my utter surprise he waits until my current guy is finished sucking—and takes his place. I love the feel of his beard on my wet balls. After a few moments of head, he pulls off, stands up and pisses all over my cock and balls. He goes right back to his knees, kneeling in the puddle of his piss, to lick me clean… * My favorite piss bud, Tall Guy with Tats is here. We have chatted. He’s sucked my cock in front of others. I have eaten his hot ass as he’s had others in his mouth. We’ve even fucked a little with him bent over. Now it’s time to fuck him right. We head to the sling. It’s canvas—and soaking wet. There is a lake of piss under it. He hops in, leaving his flip flops on the floor so his feet don’t drip on me from the stirrups. I hunker down, my face finding his wet ass crack. He is a natural self-luber, and my brief fuck has gotten him going. I lick and prod and spit it back into him. From a bystander: “Fuck him with that big cock!” I keep rimming. Finally, I stand and sink my dick into him. His eyes go big. It feels so much better here in the sling. I begin a slow fuck. Two men, one on either side of us, are stroking to our sex. “If you have piss, cover him,” I say. “Aim at his dick so he fucks it into me,” says Tall Guy with Tats. I fuck. One guy watches a moment and then pisses on TGWT’s chest. My hand sloshes it around, and down towards his crotch. But I stop the moment the other guy starts pissing. He is aimed right at TGWT’s balls. My cock is being covered with hot piss as I fuck him. I can feel (and hear!) it being fucked into his gut. The guy aiming at his chest is done. The other pisser is finally petering out. I pull out and send my own jet of clear piss all over TGWT’s chest and chin. When I’m done, I hunker down. I eat his piss covered hole. TGWT moans. Out of nowhere, a steady stream of piss hits his balls and my nose. I slurp some up and push it into him. I keep rimming and drinking from some guy’s stream. I stand up. It’s a hot young man—and his stream is endless. I am back inside TGWT and the pisser is still covering my cock as I fuck it into TGWT’s puffy hole. He runs dry and, with a shake of his dick, he moves off. I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs… (More to cum…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party One -- Getting Wet June 6, 2024

Moderator's Note: Mark's story began in this thread https://breeding.zone/topic/33389-subverted-cum-whore/ “No Boss , please don’t cum in me. I don’t wanna be like you” were the last words I said before I felt his cock pulsing in my ass, depositing a load of toxic cum in my once neg hole. At the same time my own cock was spurting cum right own the throat of one of my former athletes as he sucked for all we was worth from his positon on the floor of the porn vid booth. Sweat dripped down my hairy body and the poppers in the air made me horny. Even after having shot my load. Without knowing it I was slowly rocking back on the cock that had just dealt me a huge blast of poz cum. I could feel it sliding in my hole. “Yeah wanted your hole for a long time” Boss said as his tongue thrust into my mouth and I sagged with the knowledge that I was just made into a poz cum whore. I felt disgust at being such an easy mark and hated myself for wishing there was another cock to take. Boss turn his attention back to his new boy and I pulled my jeans up and left. I could feel his filthy load trickling out fo my ass and I involuntarily clenched wanting to keep it in me. I sat in my truck for a while and thought about what I should do. I had always been safe and now I as turned…fuck it I thought and angled my truck out of the porn shop and drove down to the bathhouse. Might as well see how far I can go in one evening. I parked my tuck and ahead to the door. I had never been to this bathhouse before, there were two in the city. One where you went to have a good time and this one, where everyone ended up after they had worn out their good time. I took a couple deep breathes and slowly made my way to the door. When I opened the door I could already hear the sound coming from inside ,wet, and insistent. The guy behind the counter was my age and wore a wife beater and gym shorts, had a nice body and a bio hazard tattoo on his right shoulder. I felt my cock twitch. A sign behind the counter said that some event was going on. I paid my money for a locker and headed in. Before I lost my nerve and with the knowledge that I was already fucked, literally I made my way down that hall. The heat in the building was set to make you sweat. My bare feet slapped against the tile my chest hair matted down. I could feel the cum start to work out of my ass. A couple of the rooms were open as I walked by. The first one was an old guy at least 70, looking very thing and jerking on a cock while he huffed poppers and drooled down his chest. I was mesmerized by how emaciated he looked and how hard my cock was getting. My mind went right to all the time I spent working out. Making my body as perfect as I could. All the energy spent sculpting….was I going to do this. Had I put all that time in just to have it take and end up like this guy? I finally lifted my eyes from his thin drool cock and saw him gesture for me to come in…my feet moed of their own accord and I couldn’t stop it. When I got close I could see even more how bad off he was. He even had what looked like a sore around his mouth. His spidery hand reach up and tore the towel form my waist. He turned me around and with the slightest pressure bent me over. I could feel his hot breath on my hole making me twitch. He passed me the bottle of poppers and just as I took my first hit he dove in. sucking and licking at my hole. “Fucking slut there is cum in this hole. Dirty filthy whore, I’m going to enjoy wrecking you” Tears formed at my eyes as he continued ravaging my hole. Sticking his bony finger in. “Get that ass on the bed, time to refill that cumdump “ Powerless I got on the bed my ass directly at him, my face to the door. Sweat beaded down my back and I felt the unknown wraith of a man get behind me and spit on my hole. Shoving one, two, three fingers deep and scraping the sides. “Here it cums fucker, gonna give you some of my DNA. Gonna load you up with my high viral load and turn you into what you need to be” My head sank down and I hit the poppers 3 more times while his cock slid in my worn out hole. I heard moaning and some begging for poz cum before I knew it was me. A group had formed at the door and were now watching. All the men at the door were heavily tatted. “Wow that is the first time I have seen anyone take James’s cock, I didn’t think anyone wanted the bug that bad” Finally I felt him lunge deep and shudder as his toxic cum dribbled into my ass. As soon as he was done I got up and quickly made my way to the door only to feel the hands of the watch grab my arms. I wanted out, I wanted to get home and hit the clinic up and get the morning after pill. A bottle was placed to my nose and I involuntarily inhaled, my will crumbled as 5 hits of poppers rushed into my system and was guided to the back area, and placed over a leather fuck bench. My hands were tied down and a strap was placed over my back. I moaned as the first cock entered my ass and knew this was only the beginning of the nights events……

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

I've been drinking piss for a long time now, it's something I've really come to enjoy, whether it's drinking other men's piss or my own. Originally, I wasn't sure about it, but I genuinely enjoy the taste of it and I honestly feel like I could drink litres of it daily if it were safe to do so lol! 🤣 When I first started it, it was like a 'little addition' to the whole experience. I still enjoyed it, but the sex and being bred since I started barebacking has always been the main thing for me, as I'm sure it is for all other bottoms. However, over the last 12 - 14 months, I've found myself seeking out more piss drinking opportunities. When I'm in a sauna and sucking a guy off, I've gone from trying to gauge who would like to piss in my mouth to sometimes just asking them to do so. It isn't always received well and I get that. It's not everybody's kink. I'm finding that it's becoming more of an important part of the experience, I seem to want it equally as much as I want to get fucked. Even whilst I was out walking last weekend, I was walking through some woods and saw a guy taking a piss by a tree and I immediately felt horny, but not for him to fuck me, I just wanted to drinking his piss. I didn't approach him or ask him, but I really wish I did lol! I went to a gay sauna in Balckpool yesterday and had myself a dirty little time as I usually do. When I was in the gloryhole booths, when a guy was trying to put his dick through the hole, I was like 'hey, come here a sec, if you need to piss, please do because I'm happy to swallow'. Some guys responded well, one of them just went 'no problem pal', put his dick through and within a few seconds just started pissing a really strong stream and I throated it like my life depended on it lol! It's seemingly become just as important as being penetrated and having a man breed me and I'm honestly not sure why lol! Maybe it's just me becoming far more open to the watersports kink, maybe it's just a heightened phase of interest in it, I'm really not sure lol! But, I'd love to hear if anyone else has experienced anything similar! 😁

Hey guys - here's a new story, but it is based on and a continuation of the story "Best Brothers." You don't need to have read Best Brothers to start this one, but it's a great flow! Here's the link to Best Brothers: This story is with special thanks to @BBSwimmerBoy for being such a hot, slutty, sleazy skank and dream brother. One of the main characters is based on you, bro! Enjoy guys! A YOUNG LUST OR FIRST LOVE? Braden wrapped his hand around his hard, throbbing eight-and-a-half inch cut cock, stroking steadily as he closed his eyes and thought back to last weekend. His dick stirred every time he let his mind wander back to being at that club with his brother. How freeing it was to share that night with him, even if he didn’t share all the events of the night. Finally letting his brother see his true self as he was eagerly fucked over and over – all of them using him and needing to cum inside him. Braden never forgetting the smile he saw on his brother’s face when he took the first load of the night. Braden hadn’t had sex in the four days since that beautiful night out. Remembering back to Jonny and Marc. Then remembering when he found his older brother, Ryan, in that dark corner of the bar, both of them in their jock and harness with asses dripping cum. When Ryan slid inside him and fucked his final load of the night into his little brother, it was almost as if… Braden’s dick throbbed, his balls tightened, his mouth opened as he let out a soft moan and his cock exploded. Cum shot all over his smooth teen abs, chest and face. KNOCK ON THE DOOR “Sweetie, you ready to go? You don’t want to miss your flight!” “Yeah mom, I’ll be right out!” Braden stood up, going his bathroom to clean up. He put on a pair of baby blue and pink Pump briefs, tight jeans and a tailored, tight-fitting T-shirt. Washed a bit of cum from his shaggy brown hair and quickly styled it. Grabbed his bags and went down-stairs to meet his mother. As they got into his mom’s Range Rover, Braden thanked her for taking him to the airport since his brother Ryan had to go on a last-minute work trip. Everyone thought Braden was a perfect kid. Eighteen-years old and heading off to UCLA in the fall, he was a preppy, polite swimmer jock with a 4.0 GPA going to college in LA on a scholarship that he didn’t need. He’s been out to everyone since he was 15 and made his parents proud – they constantly bragged about him to all their liberal, elite friends in the Bay area. They did the same with their eldest gay son, Ryan. Both of them were popular, but not interested in the high school drama, having just as many nerd friends as those who were jocks. Ryan played soccer and Braden swam. Braden swam a lot and his lean muscled build and deep blue eyes made it easy for him to have sex. He always knew he was gay, but not being feminine meant the girls still wanted him, a lot. He was always polite when letting them down. Braden’s extreme sex drive was genetically inherited, just like that of his brother. He jerked off every morning, occasionally at school during lunch, and could spend hours edging at night. If he hooked up, it would amp him up, making him even hornier. Even if he came, which wasn’t always the case, he would usually jack off again a couple hours later. Braden kissed his mother goodbye at the airport and caught his flight to Chicago. It was the end of June and he was taking a special trip for a pre-collegiate swim meet. It would be two days of competition for swimmers and divers from colleges all around the country, a handful of Ivy Leagues, some of the Big Ten and Braden easily qualified to go. Northwestern University was hosting. Braden was excited to compete and get to know a couple other incoming freshmen, but what he was really excited about was that after the competition was over on Friday afternoon, it would be Pride in Chicago. He figured everyone would head home that Saturday, but Braden booked a hotel in Boys Town for Saturday and Sunday night. He had met his roommate for the stay Wednesday through Friday night, and he was OK but decidedly straight and a drip. Very little chance Braden would get the room to himself and even less of a chance that his roomie for the trip would go out to the party that Friday night. Apparently, it was traditional for one of the fraternities to host a party the night after the competition finished. Drunken frat boys and incoming freshmen figuring out how they would fit into the college jock tribe. Braden was somewhat excited to go, but what he really couldn’t wait for was Saturday when he could ditch his teammates and explore Boystown. He’d heard it gets pretty wild, especially at the Steamworks bathhouse! The pool was packed. A co-ed event of swimmers and divers made the pool and the two locker rooms very crowded. And it was a hot summer week, so everyone would wear their suits under gym shorts and walk back to the dorms wet, many of them shirtless. Everyone was fit, cocky, and rowdy. Braden’s gaydar was not very well refined, although it was going off quite a bit, along with Grindr and Sniffies. In person, though, he just wasn’t yet confident in mixed settings. He had plenty of sexual experience, with teammates from high school and online hook ups, but he was not versed in navigating new jocks he didn’t know. One guy really caught his eye A. blond-haired, blue-eyed, smooth, high energy and popular swimmer. His name was Nic and he swam the butterfly like a Greek god. Standing about 6 feet tall, the same height as Braden, he had a smile that arrested everyone, and made Braden feel nervous and insecure for the first time in a long time. ***FROM BRADEN*** I grab one of the open showers for a quick rinse. The water cascading over my smooth body and tight fitting speedo combined with the endless sea of horny wet guys in speedos made my dick start to stir. Fuck, I don’t want to bone up here, not really. Every showerhead was running hot water and it was intensely steamy. This locker room had to be designed for maybe a quarter of the guys who were in here right now. I grab my towel and walk over to the sink to dry off. When I pull the towel off my head and open my eyes, there was Nic standing right next to me, drying himself. We both smile at each other. Nic – Fucking crowded in here, isn’t it! Me – I know. It’s crazy. But I can’t complain. Nic – Haha, neither can I. Fuck, is he checking me out. I run my eyes up and down his body. I’m at a loss for words. Nic – You swam really well today. Me – Thanks man, you too. Your fly is pretty fuckin’ incredible. OK, now he’s totally checking me out hard. And he is so hot. Our eyes keep darting back and forth from each other’s bulges and abs to our faces. I adjust my suit a little, just enough to move my semi-hard cock around. Nic gives me a smirk – subtle, but I got it. Nic – Thanks man. Yeah, it is one of my favorite strokes. Me – Yah, gives you killer abs, too. We both laugh a little. He turns to me and sticks his hand out. Nic – My name’s Nic. Me – Hey… I’m Braden. Um…where do you live? We shake hands for a little too long before we let them go. I turn and press my ass to the sink counter and watch Nic finish drying off. Nic – New York. Manhattan. But I’m going to school this fall in Boston. You? Me – Oh cool man. I’m from San Fran, but I’m going to UCLA this fall. Nic grabs his t-shirt and puts it on, although he’s not quite dry. Nic – Oh that’s awesome Man. LA is so much fun. I wish I was going somewhere warm like that. Me – Ah, ha, yeah. Well you can always transfer. What a stupid thing to say. Braden, pull yourself together, I think. Nic laughs just a little, endearingly. Nic – Yeah, maybe. Ya never know. Hey, are you going to the party tonight? I nod as Nic pulls on his running shorts and grabs his stuff. Me – Yeah, I was planning on it. Are you? Nic – Sweet. I’ll see you there. Should be fun. Me – Yeah, cool. I’ll be there. Nic – Cute speedo, Braden. See you tonight. I blush, turning red as I watch Nic walks away. Fuck he is so damn hot. I wanted to grab his dick so bad, right here. I swear, if he wanted to fuck me in front of everyone in this locker room right now, I would gladly take his cock and beg him for it. I grab my shorts and slip them on, grab my shirt and phone and head to the pool deck to find my roommate. As I wait for him, I open Sniffies on my phone. Now that the meet is over, I NEED to get fucked. God I hope one of these guys doesn’t flake. I think back to Nic for a second; I bet he’s on here. Maybe I can find him. Good thing I don’t have too much on my profile. I have a few messages, all just “hi” or “hey.” I shoot back a “looking?” and message a few guys. One twink with a very limited profile and a pic in a speedo really looked like Nic. Might be him. Not much in his profile, though, just a hot pic and a line, “18-year old swimmer looking for fun.” I get distracted by a message from a guy that I hit up yesterday. He’s 31, 6’ 4”, 170 pounds, gay, top. Top – Damn you look hot. If you can get over here soon, we can fuck before I go out tonight. I need to unload so I don’t lose my mind at the club. I look at his location. Nice, he’s not too far. His cock looks amazing. Me – Yeah man, let’s do it. I can be there in an hour. Cool? My roomie, Chris, walks over. He’s such a bore. Good thing he’s nice to look at. We walk back to the dorm. A few of the other guys are getting ready for dinner and Chris is going. I begged off so I could get away for a few hours before the party. Plus I did not want to get ready with Chris around. They head out and I jump in the shower. By the time I’m done, they had gone. I put on a spray of cologne. Grab my red PUMP jockstrap. Tight, low-rise skinny jeans, belt, and a white textured shirt, tight and short cut, going barely going down to my belt. Uber ordered. Grab my bottle of poppers and head out. It’s about a 20-minute ride. Me – I’m on my way. Be there in 20. Top – good. Top – a friend of mine came over early. So he’s here but he’s cool and can leave us alone. Me – oh kinky! The uber stops and I get out at a decent looking apartment building. Door buzzes and I head up. Knock on the door. Top opens and I step in. He’s shirtless in jean shorts. From his body, I figure it’s the same guy but can never be sure, really. Top – Hey man, come in. I’m Tony. That’s Brandon. I look over at a beautiful black man, probably the same age. Built, chillin’ with a beer and a joint. Me – Hey guys. I’m Braden. Top just kinda leans in and kisses me. I respond, pressing into him and kissing back. I run my hand down his abs and grab at his dick through his shorts. He lifts my shirt up and breaks our kiss. I help him out, pulling my shirt up. Top – Fuck yeah, you are a hot little slut aren’t you! Me – Thanks man. You’re hot as hell. You both are. He tosses my shirt on the table. I undo my jeans and open them, sliding them down so I’m only wearing my jock. I grab Top’s dick again, pushing his shorts down and fishing his cock out of his briefs. I drop right to my knees and wrap my lips around his growing cock. Nice big cut fat meat. Brandon stands up and walks over to Top. Brandon – Hey man, we don’t got a lot of time. The others are gonna be here in less than an hour and you still gotta get ready. I bob up n down on this beautiful cock, tasting precum now. I look up at them, listening… Top – well then we better not waste time. He steps away, his cock popping out of my mouth. I stand up and follow him. He bends me over the couch and spreads my ass cheeks. He pushes his mouth and tongue right in, eating out my smooth ass. I moan out, groaning as he works my hole, pushing in and opening me up. I look over at Brandon and smile at him. Nodding. Brandon drops his shorts and pulls out his big black cock, stroking it hard. I open my mouth as he slaps it across my face. I moan and open again. His dick goes right in, pushing down my throat. It tastes so fucking good! I work my tongue along his cock and relax my throat as he pushes in and tries to gag me. I hear Top behind me. Top – Yeah you little slut. Suck that dick. You love cock, don’t ya fag! I just moan, nodding as I sucked off Brandon. I can hear Top fussing around. Then I feel his lubed up fingers press into my ass. Fuck yessss… ‘I hope he wasn’t fussing around with a condom,’ I think to myself. Then I feel his cock press on my hole. I relax, opening my ass to him. Fuck yessss I need this so bad! As his cock pushes into me balls deep, I moan out. Brandon stands up and goes into the kitchen. Me – Ohhh fuck yes, fuck my ass please! Your cock feels amazing. God yes, I’ve needed this so badly! I reach back and feel his bare cock going in and out of me. Top – Yeah Braden, you fuckin slut. You like having my bare cock in you? Me – Fuck yeah, mmmm I love your raw dick fucking my hole so much! I grab the pillow and brace myself as he fucks in and out of me harder. I hear Brandon in the kitchen talking to someone, but I can’t make it out. Top keeps sliding his cock in and out of me. His hands on my hips, slamming hard into me with every thrust. I look up as two new guys walk in and watch. They are chatting and drinking while Top fucks me. I moan so loud as he speeds up. Top – Hell yeah you fucking slut, oh fuck you’re getting me close. God I want to cum in you. You want it bitch? Me – Oh fuck yeah, cum in my ass man. Go ahead. Breed me! Top – Are you sure man? Me – Oh fuck yah, do it. I fuckin’ love it. Brandon – Fuck that’s good, cause I think a few of us will want to have a go at you. Top stiffens, pumping into me, then holds and moans out. His cock spewing cum into me. Me – Ohhhh fuck yeah, breed me man. Let me get all of you ready for your night out. I’ll milk the loads from all of you. Top pulls out and brings his cock around to my face. I quickly and eagerly take his slimy dick into my mouth to suck him clean, moaning as Brandon presses his cock into my hole. I groan out with pleasure as he grabs my hips and starts to speed up quickly, going in hard on my ass. My god it feels so fucking good! A new guy comes over, already stroking his cock as he talks with the other guy. Brandon feels incredible as he speeds up and slaps my ass. I keep sucking on Top. Brandon grabs my hair, jerking my head back. He yells at me, Brandon – Fuck yeah faggot, take my load you fucking slut! Me – Fuck yeah, I moan as he spits in my face and slams into me, unloading balls deep into my hole. While I’m sucking Brandon clean, one of the other guys gets behind me and pushes his cock in. He fucks me, rather plainly and then cums in me. Not immediately, but after a good bit of fucking. Then the fourth guy gets in. He takes his time, long-dicking my ass. I lose track of time taking the last load. We go at it for a while, in a couple positions. He gets off in me while I ride him. Milking his dick, he thrusts up into me and shoots deep inside. The feeling is perfection. There are a few other people in the apartment by now. A couple were girls. Top comes over and asks if I want to hang out with them for the night. Tempting, but I tell him I have another party to go to. As I slid off the guy I was just riding, I take a minute to gather my composure. Top disappears, but Brandon showed me to the bathroom. I clean up as best I can, but I have four loads in me. Fuck. I hope they don’t leak out. I pull my jeans on and wash my face. I go out and Brandon shows me to the door. It’s 10:15, so much later than I thought. I call an Uber to go right to the party. I kinda figured I would probably wind up wearing this to the party. Oh well.

I had always been the normal kid in school - swam for the team, got halfway decent grades, but not too decent, and came from a good family. My parents were divorced, and since my dad had to work full time, he didn't have as much time to spend on me that my friends got. Sometimes, when money was tight, I had to help around to make ends meet - it didn't happen that often. But luckily, the way to make ends meet wasn't too bad! I just dropped off packages at my dad's friends place - and helped him a little bit around the house. My dad's friend - Eric, was tall, about 6'2", with blonde/red hair - about 52 years old, a little bit of a belly, but definitely not fat - he was probably about 210 pounds. For the jobs he wanted me to do - no cleaning or anything, but moving stuff around the house, helping with his projects in his garage. I did this all through high school, and towards the end of it, my senior year, Eric started acting a little different. He would be slower to respond to questions, would catch him staring at my body when I was shirtless helping him move things. I had gotten faster at swimming, and my body was showing for it. I was about 5'10" and 140 pounds, and had a decent set of muscle on me. One time, he asked me to come over to drop something off and help move some of his tools around. The back way into his house (that he preferred I take) had a set of stairs that came up, past the bathroom, and into his work area. When I went up the stairs, I called to him and didn't hear him. I walked past the bathroom and the door was wide open, and there was Eric, pissing into the toilet. I was shocked, I had never seen a grown man peeing like that. His reddish bush, and his cock, just dangling down there, it was way bigger than mine, And he had a huge set of balls dangling outside his underwear waistband - way bigger than I had seen in any of the porn I watch. I immediately blushed and looked away. I heard Eric's deep voice: "Ah sorry kid, I had just started pissing when you walked in and I couldn't bring myself to stop, I usually keep the doors open around here since it's just me" I was embarrassed, but confused - I could feel my cock getting stiff. Any longer and it would be obvious. Eric kept pissing - I kept my head down, but didn't move out of the line of sight. I stole a glance at his cock - I couldn't help it! Eric made eye contact with me directly, he had never taken his eyes off me. He just let out a small smirk. He finished pissing - and I noticed his cock was bigger than when he started. He shook it with his hand to get the droplets off and then tucked it back into his pants. "Thanks for humoring me kid - now, why don't you help me move these tools like you said you would". I nodded quickly. The rest of the visit went as expected - but I couldn't help but feel Eric's attitude towards me had changed - and he was looking at me for longer. When I went home, I immediately got hard again thinking about the days events and had to go rub one out. I had never cum so hard in my life! ** About a week went by and Eric called me up again, saying he needed help grabbing some boxes from the attic. I got hard on the phone talking to him - I was stammering. I told him I could be over later that day, after school. School had finished, and I walked the couple of blocks over to Eric's house. I called out to him as I went up the back steps, and I saw the boxes sitting on the table. He gave me a big smile and helped me move the first one in the attic, showed me where they needed to be moved. And then he said "Ah, gonna take a break from this and go take a piss real quick. Be right back." He walked over to the bathroom, and went in, but left the door open. My curiosity was bursting. I put down the box, and tiptoed quietly over, hoping to sneak a peek of that beautiful cock again. As my face broke the line of sight of the door, I saw Eric there, pants at his knees, hand on his cock, standing over the toilet - but he wasn't pissing. "I thought I saw you looking last time - you like what you see boy?" He very gently shook his cock, and his dangling cock and balls swayed from side to side, before resting back on the waistband of his underwear. I couldn't even think, couldn't breathe. All I could think was to look at him and quickly nod. "That's what I thought. Why don't you come over here and take a closer look?" I nervously stepped over, I had forgotten the muscle memory of how to walk, and it was an awkward approach. I made it about 3 feet from him. "Why don't you come stand right next to me boy?" I took another couple of steps. I was standing right next to him, but perpendicular to him - both of us right next to the toilet. Him, facing towards it. "That's it, isn't that better? Why don't you show me yours too? Only polite." My cock was so stiff, and I could see his was getting bigger, but he wasn't as hard as me. I pulled my cock out, and it sprung into place I said: "Yours is much bigger than mine Eric, way bigger than the boys I have seen in the locker room." "Yep I have heard that a couple of times for sure, it does the job if you know what I mean", he let out a gentle chuckle. "Why don't you get down there on your knees so you can get a really good look at it. You ever seen a pair of balls this big?" I was confused and didn't know what to do, I hesitated - and I felt him gently put his hands on my shoulder and push me to my knees. Now his big cock was right at my eye level, and his glorious bush accenting it. "There you go, isn't that better?" He exclaimed, while he gently shook his cock. I was rock hard, and I reached down to touch myself. Right as I made contact with my cock, he said, "Whew man, I really have to piss though, hold on." He grabbed his cock, and I heard the air leaving his nose as he focused on the task at hand. He aimed his cock at the toilet and I saw his cock, right at my eye level - a small stream started coming out his cock - and then immediately grew to a bigger stream. I've never pissed that hard, the only thing I could compare it to was the horses in the field on my way to school. He let out a big sigh, "Ah, that's it." He noticed me salivating with my jaw half open, unable to contain my lust. All of a sudden his cock stopped pissing. He looked down at me. "Open up your mouth boy, if you want a really close look at what a mans cock is like". I involuntarily opened my mouth even more, and he smiled. He slowly moved his still-dripping cockhead over to me. "Even wider boy". I opened wider. He slowly inserted his big cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, good boy. Now stay still." I could feel and see his cock start to swell again - and all of a sudden I realized he was filling my mouth with piss! I was in such shock, that I backed up, and spit it out, and some got all over my shirt in the process. I could see his face - angry, disappointed - eyebrows furrowed. "Let me be clear boy - if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, I'm gonna tell your whole family and all of your friends what a faggot you are. Now take off that shirt and open wide again." I nodded, fear in my eyes. I took off my shirt, sat back down on my knees, and opened my mouth. "Good boy. Now this time, you're gonna take what I give you - swallow boy." He put his cockhead back in my mouth, but a little further in this time. I could see his eyebrows narrow as he focused on the task at hand, and his cock started to swell as he flooded my mouth with piss. "Put your lips around my cock and swallow boy" I did as he told - and swallowed as fast as I could. It felt like eternity. Then I felt the stream slowing, and I looked up at his face and he had a big grin. "That's it boy, I knew you had it in you! Now, you ever sucked a cock before?" I gently shook my head no, and his cock fell out of my mouth. I said, "No, but I have seen it in porn a bunch of times." "Well open up boy, because you're my cocksucker now." He shook his now almost completely hard cock - it must have been around 8,5 inches with a big cock head. And man, those balls were impossible to miss. He inserted his cock into my mouth, but much deeper this time. "That's it boy, now suck." I sucked like my life depended on it, but I could tell I wasn't very good. My teeth scratched his cock a couple of times, and I could hear him getting mad. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I saw a big string of spit follow it. "I tell you what boy, I'm blowing my load one way or the other tonight. And if you can't get me off with your mouth, I'm gonna use one of your other holes to blow my load - you got it?" "Here, feel this." He grabbed my hand, and cupped the underside of his balls. They felt heavy, and big. "I got a 5-day load waiting for you boy, now get to work." I jumped back on his cock and I tried sucking as best I could. He was enjoying it at first, but then I could hear his disappointment come out in his grunts. "That's it boy, that was your last chance, get over on the bed." He grabbed me by the hand, pulled my pants all the way off, and then pushed me onto the bed. Then, he put me on all fours, and then pulled my ass down so it was hanging just over the edge of the bed. "Fuck, you got a nice hole boy. Nice and pink, it looks tight - you ever been fucked before?" I fearfully shook my head no. "Well did they teach you about fucking yet?" I slowly nodded yes. "Good, so you know what's coming." As he swooped in and tongued my hole, I involuntarily moaned. His tongue was putting such a hot, deep, wet pressure on my hole - I had never felt anything like it before. He took a breath - "I like to lick all my girls before I creampie them. You know what a creampie is boy?" I shook my head no. "It's how men get women pregnant. And guess what boy - I'm gonna get you pregnant today. You remember how full my balls felt? Well I'm gonna dump my big load in your tight ass." He stood up, and pointed his big cock head at my hole and gently pushed. That thing was not budging, but I could feel the intense pressure. He spit on my hole and put even more pressure this time. I could feel my hole giving way to his big cock head as it pushed past the outer sphincter. I screamed in pain, and he sighed in pleasure, and then he stood there for a second. "Ah, fuck boy - you do have a tight ass, man it's nice." I begged him to take it out, and to my surprise, he did. But he went over to his bedside table and grabbed two bottles, one big and one small. I realized he was lubing up his cock - and then he put lube all over my hole. "Get up boy, get on all fours with your head at the head of my bed." He moved the pillows out of the way, and I moved. "Here, try this" - he put a bottle under my nose, it smelled strong. "Inhale deep boy". I did as I was told, and my whole body went numb - I couldn't feel anything and I somewhat gently relaxed on all fours. When I started regaining my senses, I realized that he had handcuffed my hands to the headboard of the bed - both of them. "That's it boy, you're mine now. Take another hit of poppers" He held the bottle to my nose and I inhaled, This time, I could feel an immense pressure as he shoved his cockhead back in, and then slowly pushed his cock all the way in. I felt like I was being split in two! "Fuck, that's it boy - take my cock." He slowly started pumping in and out, his thick cock stretching me out. "Damn boy, that tight ass has me close to cumming earlier than I want, I have to slow down" He stopped pumping while fully inside of me. And then he leaned down in my ears and whispered: "You learned how girls get pregnant from sex ed, yeah? Well boys get pregnant a different way. See, I've got HIV, and soon you're gonna get a huge load of my thick cum coating the walls of your boy pussy? You ready for it boy?" I screamed no, and tried to get away. "It's no use, I've got you cuffed solid boy" as he put his full weight on my hips to hold me down on all fours. He slowly started pumping again, I could feel how much harder he was this time. "Oh that's it boy, keep fighting it, you're gonna work up a big load out of me". He picked up speed. "I've got a particularly virulent strain of HIV boy - once you get my load of poz cum in you, you're gonna be poz too. That's what I mean by getting you pregnant boy. You want to know what it feels like when a real man is getting you pregnant?" I screamed out again, but he pushed my face into the pillow. His breath shortened, his strokes shortened, and he started thrusting harder, faster. "Well you don't have a choice boy - get ready, because here it comes!" he held my ass down on his cock with all his might, and I could feel his cock erupting in my hole - spurt after spurt after spurt, the pressure in my ass increasing because of all the cum. "Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, love getting a tight pussy pregnant. Fuck. Now im gonna rest here a bit and make sure my swimmers take hold - you're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result." He pulled my hand to his balls, and I could feel them still pulsing, heavy and big. He stayed there deep in my ass, and I was in shock, didn't know what to do. After about 2 minutes, I could feel his cock getting smaller, and he pulled out of me. "Good boy, I always knew you were a faggot." He uncuffed me and let me go. "Oh would you look at that! You came all over my sheets - I guess you liked that after all boy." End of Part 1

My Playroom—April, 2024 Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days. Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session. We met on a Wednesday. We chatted a bit. He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers. Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers. Hearing how awash his ass was with cum, hurried us along to get down to the playroom… Muscle Ass is watching porn, stripped to a jock, a harness and thick socks for the cool floor. As my bathrobe comes off, he goes to his knees in front of the sling. Seeing that hard ass framed by the straps of his jock makes my dick thicken. The idea that that ass took so much cum last night, makes me fully hard before his mouth totally envelops me. He feels very wet and hot. His tongue is active, especially around my piss slit as I am leaking precum. I mostly let him work my cock at his speed and rhythm, but I can’t help but once or twice hold his head in place and fuck his face. I let him come up for air. He stands with “Sorry, I need to go upstairs and piss.” I look at him. “I’d be happy to drink from the tap.” He looks intrigued. “Or,” I continue, “you could hose my ass crack down while you rim me.” “That one. Get in the sling.” I hop in. I elect to keep my boots on the chains, not in the stirrups. Muscle Ass kneels and his tongue finds my hole. No trailing down from my heavy balls and across my perineum. No, his tongue zeros in right on my tight pucker. He groans. I moan and uncap the poppers I keep for being rimmed. His tongue is so deep, so fast. I close my eyes and babble about how good it feels. MA spits on my hole. His tongue spreads it around, poking some into me. He does it again and again. I concentrate, stopping my stroking for a moment, and will myself to piss. It’s not a lot, but some pale piss flows down over the balls and down my ass crack to his waiting tongue. He groans again, and licks me clean. He stands up, determined to hose me down. But he’s hard. Too hard. He curses at himself. I tell him to shut up and eat my ass… * Muscle Ass is now in the sling. I am kneeling on the slightly damp throw under it and eating his ass. I can’t stop thinking about the big dicks that were fucking him last night. I stand up and slide in. He grunts. I pause and let him adjust before really starting to fuck. His ass is wet and hot. I begin to plow him. “Fuck, yes!” he moans. I fuck harder yet. Abruptly I stop, pull out and make him taste his ass on my cock. He swallows me down, making the sexiest sounds deep in his throat as he cleans me up. I fuck him again. And again. Each time, his mouth is just as hungry to taste himself. We switch to the bench. He can’t take his eyes off the mirror to the side. He watches me rim. He sees me stand up. Insert. And plow. He groans and curses and tries to hold off using poppers and loses the battle. I fuck that much harder as the vapors hit. I pull out and bring my wet cock to him. He cleans me. “And my balls,” I remind him. They are awash with ass jizz. He licks and sucks each orb, carefully, into his mouth. I go back and lick his ass, enjoying the same juices that he has just ingested. I fuck once more. More cleaning. “I need to stretch.” Muscle Ass gets up and does just that. I notice his dick is totally soft after all the hard stretching of his ass. “Still got to piss?” “Fuck, yes. Get back in the sling.” I do. I take a hit of my poppers. And in moments I am being pissed on. No, not just pissed on, but hosed down. With a fucking fireman’s hose. It just keeps going and going and going. A powerful, never ending blast of piss. My ass is incredibly wet, my balls, my cock… And now he is on his knees, licking it all up. He spends most of his time on my ass, but my cock and balls are cleaned too. When he has a mouthful of his piss, he brings it around to my mouth. It starts as I nice fluid swap. But it builds into a kiss of dueling, hungry tongues. He reluctantly breaks it. The lured of licking my ass is too strong. He all but wrings out the hair in my ass crack with his tongue. We kiss once more. And I tell him I need to fuck him. It’s getting late—and I am so ready to unload my balls. We change places. I kneel on the very wet throw. I open his hole once again with my tongue. Today he has very pronounced ass lips from the fucking he took the night before. I savor them. They are now so puffy they fill my mouth, making my cock drool. I fuck him. Long, hard strokes. Making the chains sway. Then I stand stock still and push the sling away—and him off my cock—before pulling him back onto me. Again and again. One more round of rimming for me as he poppers up. I stand, his taste still on my tongue. I get halfway into his puffy hole before I explode. Half the load drips down his crack—the other half is deep inside him. My tongue soon finds it all… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss April 18, 2024

Hi, I’ll be in Berlin from January 22nd to 26th with my bf and a friend. We plan to visit KitKat and Laboratory and are looking for people who’d be interested in meeting up and breeding me. Let me know if you’ll be around!

I mid-thirties, a scruffy blond who likes swimming and running mixed in with occasional weights. This means I’m 5”11 and fit. I’ve clipped my chest hair and have pierced tits. I’ve a good sized cock, 8” with a bolt through the head and a piercing behind the glans; shaved balls but I’ve kept my tight hole covered by a good growth of blond arse hair. I’m more of a bottom boy and pretty slutty with the right guy or guys. Sometimes I do like to fuck. I’ve been in a relationship with my black partner for 20 years and we play together or solo. As you can imagine as a black guy he is hung like a horse and ripped. He also knows how to fuck me. A quick spit, a quick lick then deep and raw. Splitting my cunt open. He never takes no for an answer. Ever. He wants me, he takes me. I swim every day, twice a day. Morning and evening. The gym is a short walk from our house; and shorter if I walk through the local housing estate. It’s not rough but I’m still careful. Swimming first thing or last thing means I have the pool to myself. I do a minimum of 75 lengths each session and wear classic speedos to avoid drag. That’s what I tell people but to be honest I love wearing speedos. Usually, I’m the only person there at night but recently I’ve been joined by a guy. And I admit he’s hot, in that straight kind of way. I don’t have a type but usually I got for beefy hairy daddies who can teach me a thing or two as “Daddy” or fit muscle guys who can throw me around and treat me like a whore. And they need to be hung and engine-powered fuck machines. I’m a size queen and proud of it. 8” minimum otherwise I’m not interested. Bigger is better. If I’m honest I like to gag on a cock til I retch and then be hard fucked, bred and pissed on. Me and my husband are both on prep and he likes nothing better than fucking my cummy hole. Not really into rimming. I just want cock deep in my cunt. Yeah, I love that word. And “breed”. And as I mentioned, I like piss. Always surprised me how many guys say they’re into it but when it comes down to it, hosing me down and making me drink it, they become prissy shits. Basically, I’m a preppy guy hiding a dirty fucker deep inside my cummy cunt. Lol. If I fuck, then I go for tight arsed twinks with smooth cunts. And hopefully who have never take a double pierced cock or taken it raw. Always raw. Corruption is fun. Makes my cock drip and my cunt clench. So this guy. Not my type at all but I’m intrigued. He’s about 5”9’, dark haired and tattooed. And I mean completely inked from head to toe. When I first spotted him I couldn’t tell exactly what they were but over the past few weeks I’ve seen him closer up - in the changing room or by the side of the pool. A massive two headed dragon is inked across his chest and the tail wraps around his waist to join up to a picture of the tree across his back. There are lots of smaller tattoos on the tree but I can’t make out what they are. His arms are covered in vine leaves or something and his legs in what seem to be lots of individual symbols. He also has pierced tits which I always think is unusual in a guy so young. I reckon he’s about 25. 27 tops. Body wise he is definitely a swimmer. He’s lean and muscular. But he’s definitely straight. He wears baggy swim shorts but I reckon from what swings around inside that his cock isn’t too bad. He always arrives after me, does about 50 lengths and is gone before I leave the pool. Once or twice I’ve seen him in the changing room. But he’s never been naked. Always dressed in at least his boxers. He nods or says “Hey” but that’s it. He’s not my type. Not a daddy, not a muscle stud and not a twink. That suits me fine. Or I should say ‘suited’ me fine until the other night. It was a Tuesday. I arrived slightly later than expected because I had worked late to clear my desk. The guy at the counter nodded me through and as ever there were one or two guys working out. It’s an old gym. Used to be a gentleman’s club or something so there are two changing rooms - one for the gym; and a smaller one next to the swimming pool which is in the basement. I always use the smaller room, it’s closer to the pool and it’s quieter. Also, if I’m honest the smell of sweat gives me an instant hard on. Not really always appropriate in a gym. So I headed downstairs and pushed the door open. There are two rows of lockers and they look straight into the shower cubicles. I stopped dead in my tracks. There, under a spray of water was the guy. First let me say that he was much fitter than I thought. His muscles ripples under his inked skin as the water cascaded down his body. He eyes were closed and his mouth open. And instantly the reason why was really clear. Both his hands were wrapped around a monster of a cock. It was at least 10” and thicker than my arm. And sporting a massive ring through the head of his cock. I was transfixed as I watched him jack his massive piece of meat. I watched as he beat his dong and then as he turned and sprayed a fountain of cum against the wall. Slapping his cock to empty that thick tube of every drop. I suddenly realised I had to beat a retreat and before he noticed me I was out of the door and heading out. Needless to say my cock was rigid. And my moth dry. Swimming was out of the question.

Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’

I really get into man smells. Feet, pits, crotch and musky ass. But I am having a hard time finding other pigs into it. Not so much into Scat here, though I do love piss. Something about the smell of a man really gets me hard and horny. Anyone else like me out there?

46yr old 5'8" 250lb hairy masc top, always played locally off apps like bbrts and sniffies. Just booked my flight and a 3-night stay at Canyon Club! I just love to fuck, and am hoping to meet a couple, couples, or singles who want to play while I'm there. I'd also like to find a throat or two to piss down while I'm visiting. I've read on here CCBC has more options, but Canyon Club can get piggy too. I'd be down for a day visit to CCBC, and willing to use the apps to find exactly what I want, as my area of the PNW is kind of rural and hard to find willing asses and mouths.

Chicago—February, 2024 It was the second Saturday of the month—the day of the monthly piss party in Chicago. It was an unusually warm day for February and I hoped that it would help warm up the back bar where we got wet. I drove in with plenty of time to spare. I didn’t really start hydrating until I found parking. I have learned you never want a full bladder and fight Chicago traffic… I am the first to sign in and pay. The host and I talk briefly before I head in and go behind the hanging screens. I strip down to a once white jock, wrist band and the oldest pair of combat boots I own. I stuff my clothes into my gym bag, making sure a towel and my flight suit are on top for my eventual departure. I check it in and talk to the cute coat check otter for a moment. I fill my water bottle from one of two huge jugs on the bar. Piss porn is playing on the big television. The wading pool is up by the main entrance. The sling is tucked into a back corner. I sit and watch the porn, not to mention all the arrivals as they undress. In fifteen minutes, there are about 25 of us here, tanking up and chatting. I don’t know as many men. The crowd has shifted slightly younger. There is much more fetish gear being worn, but there are still men who are totally naked but for something on their feet. I mingle, chat a little but mostly gulp my water. I go back to sitting on the ledge. I pull out my cock. I usually get a lot of men sampling it. Not so much today. “I am always glad when you’re here.” I turn. It’s a handsome man in his late 30’s. He is blond with a very hairy chest. I know that we have played in the past. I expect him to go to his knees and suck me, but instead he grabs my wrist and leads me to the sling. “Fuck me, man. Piss fuck me if you want.” We adjust the sling for my height and get him into it. I kneel on the, for now, dry concrete. His hole is as hairy as his chest. I dig in with my tongue as he jerks his sizable cock. Several men wander over to watch us. Hairy Blond asks them to piss on us. But guys are just not hydrated enough yet. I stand up and sink my dick into his spit slick pucker. I fuck, slow and deep. I look into his hot face, loving the mixture of pleasure and concentration I see there. I pick up the pace. Suddenly, I pull out and piss on his hole. It’s just a tiny trickle—but it makes him groan. It makes me go to my knees and lick it off. I love how the piss clings to the hair around his ass hole. I stand back up and fuck him again… * I help him out of the sling. In the time we’ve been fucking, the crowd has grown to about 50 men. Including Tall Guy With Tats. (We had kept up an occasional check in with each other via text since our meet at IML and once again last July. He knew I was coming today.) I walk over to him. “I didn’t want to interrupt you,” he tells me. He looks great. Tall and thin, a good 10 to 15 years younger than I am, and wearing a pair of white briefs and some yellow rubber boots. We chat for a moment before he’s on his knees, sucking my wet cock. This leads to him kneeling of the side ledge so I can pull the briefs down and lick his ass. I try to hose him down a little, but I’m not there yet. I settle for licking his hot butt. Everywhere. I stand and fuck him for a moment. We both agree it would be better in the sling. We go there. TGWT rips a hole in the back of his briefs for me to fuck through…so the front still covers his dick. “I hope guys turn these yellow before we’re done…” We fuck. A nice get re-acquainted fuck. I have now drunk enough water to let a hot stream of piss play on his hole. I make sure I splash some up on the white fabric of his briefs. He gropes himself and tells me to stick my dick back in him. I do. I fuck him harder now, holding onto the top of the sling frame. We take a break. He goes off for water. A bigger man, who has been watching us avidly, asks if I will fuck him. I will—and do—making the sling chains rattle. I go off and refill my water bottle. An attractive man, around my age, is sitting by the bar. He is hard. And big. Throughout the night he is a magnet for cocksuckers. We nod. And chat. I go off and feed some piss to a regular. When I need to refill the bottle again, I see Hairy Blond bent over and sucking the attractive guy by the bar. I go back to them, nod at the guy getting sucked and begin to eat Hairy Blond’s ass. He groans. I’m sure he knows it’s me. I stand up. I piss on his ass crack. My clear piss cascades down it, leaving droplets on all that hair. The moment I stop pissing, I am there to lick him clean. And fuck. The attractive guy looks slightly surprised as I enter Hairy Blond’s used hole. He hears the groan of contentment from the guy as he blisses out with two dicks in him at once. Some guys have to stop sucking and concentrate on their ass in this position, but not Hairy Blond. He manages to give great oral service and work his ass muscles at the same time. “Fuck him with that big dick,” the attractive guy grunts out. He is now loving the fact that my strokes are forcing Hairy Blond deeper onto his cock. I pick up the pace of the fuck even more. A piss party regular comes to fill his plastic cup. He moves around, watching the three of us. He hefts his semi hard cock, and aims at Hairy Blond. The stream hits him on the hairy small of his back. The pisser moves it so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him. The heat of the piss is wonderful. I fuck harder, if that is possible. The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar… (Lots more to come in part two!) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago Piss Party, Part One: "Fuck Me, Man!" February 25, 2024

Yesterday afternoon I was in a sling at CCBC in Palm Springs and this dude was fucking me. After a little while he paused and asked me if he could piss inside me. Being the good sub that I am I told him it was his decision. He filled me full and continued to fuck me for another 20 minutes. It was so fucking hot. It ended with his load mixed in with a lot of piss. After he finished I walked back to the room with piss dripping down my legs. Hard as hell just thinking about it.

My Playroom—January, 2024 GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun. I was looking forward to seeing him again. I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different. I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. And it went on all night. I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up. After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep. It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed. I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired. It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive. I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late… He looks good. I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor. There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use. I step in. I let him inhale the scent. Me and the jock. I grind the pouch into his face. He begins to pant. My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue. I let him get the fabric wet. With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock. GaryM is all over it. He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it. It feels great. I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face. GaryM grunts with each thrust. His cock responds, too. I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him. He goes for the full length of me down his throat. It gets so tight, so deep. It feels great and pinches at the same time. I gasp. He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly. I sigh out loud. After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass. For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker. His groans match my own. “Get up on the bench. I need to do that to you.” He does. I kneel and dig in. My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in. He groans and I hear his poppers open. I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick. Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready. I press against his hole. GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him. I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me. I fuck him. Slow and long. Then fast and hard. I pull out and move to his mouth. GaryM cleans my cock with relish. He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily. I go back and fuck him again. Harder. One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper. I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth. He cleans me up. On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy. I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought. It slides into him quite easily now. My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy. This time I am on top of the toy. I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it. GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so. We break. I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat. Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench. But it was too low for sustained fucking with my long legs. This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two. It raises the height of the bench nicely. I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar. He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench. I pull the bar up and his legs come up. He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest. His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. We fuck hard, both of us grunting. I give him my cock to clean. We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face. He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth. “Let’s do it right in the sling.” I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling. My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups. GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls. It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass. I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me. His tongue reaches my pucker. I hit the poppers I save for this moment. We lose track of time. He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men. I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold. I try to piss for him. I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him. But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was. And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me… * We have switched places in the sling. GaryM has brought three toys with him. They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes. After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him. Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one. I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit. The toy is not that slender. I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead. I fuck. I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth. He cleans me—and I fuck him again. I go for the next toy. It is fatter. I grease it up. Gary has to really push against it to open fully. But it goes in. I turn it. Slowly. There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist. GaryM is panting. The toy comes out. My dick goes in. He actually flinches. “I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that. He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf. It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls. He takes the first one with ease. And the second. I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. The balls go in again. One. Two. And the third. It hits the bend deep inside. “That’s it. I think I’m done.” I help him out of the sling and we hug. There is so much more to good sex than just getting off… The original post, with some intriguing comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Brings His Toys February 3, 2024

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