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This is erotic fiction written by me. I have more chapters to come. ________________________________________________________________________________ The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo Part 1 As a horny young man in his mid-20s, I had been raging for sex. But I was a good young gay and had mostly just adhered to the idea that "safer sex" with condoms with a few top men I knew and liked, was the only kind of sex a 21st century submissive boy could ever hope to experience. That all changed for me about four weeks ago. My name is Adam and I play shortstop for a gay softball team in San Francisco. While I'm a stocky kind of guy, I actually preferred sports that didn't utilize large builds as much. I mainly played baseball in high school and water polo in the fall instead of football, even though every year, the football coach would try to recruit me for my blocking potential. My senior year, my water polo coach yelled at him for that. Coach Pfeiffer needed my arm in the pool to make goals. Coach had a crush on me, too. I could tell. We never did anything—we couldn't—but he enjoyed being around me. He was good looking, gruff and sweet; he had a wife and family, too. But he lingered when looking at me. Once in the locker room, he stretched out a five-minute conversation with me to 15 just so that he could spend some time with me in my drying Speedos. And, while I was a virgin just trying to figure out how to exist in the closet, I loved having his advice, his attention, his adoration. While stocky, I have a naturally fit body. I am young, and have a good Germanic face with brown eyes and blonde hair. At 25, I have been feeling like I was at my prime and needed to start using my looks and my good body to get laid a lot more than I was. And, being a submissive bottom, I was yearning to take a few more risks than I have allowed for before. So, one Saturday evening, after a softball tournament, instead of going out to the Castro to celebrate with the team, I went directly to the darkest leather bar I knew of without changing out of my uniform. I hung out by the pinball machine with an ice cold beer. I played a couple games of pinball as men began crowding the bar for the evening. As I played, I occasionally felt hands on my ass, which got me hard immediately. I decided earlier that day to let assertive men take advantage of my submissiveness in the bar. These men seemed to already know that they could take liberties with me as a couple of them put a hand down the back of my uniform pants to give my hole a good goose, something my jock strap provided easy access for. After an anonymous man thrust his groin against my butt causing the pinball machine to tilt, I wasn't mad. I turned around to find a couple of grinning, cigar smoking older men in their 60s standing right behind me. Each had bulging erections in their jeans. The older one, Phil, bought me beer. For a couple hours, they both chatted me up and groped me through my softball uniform to see how I'd react. I just answered their questions, like how our team did in the tournament, as they took turns feeling me up. I loved the attention these much older me were showering on me. It reminded me of Coach Pfeiffer. How Coach probably wanted to interact with me in this way while talking to me and asking me questions while my ass and junk filled out those McKinley High red Speedos. After about thirty minutes of playing with me, the two men simultaneously put my hands over their crotches so that I could feel their hard cocks through the soft denim of their pants. The silver-haired daddy, Phil, who I learned was 72, then said something to his friend, Ron, that I couldn't hear. Ron smiled under his dark mustache, nodded and turned to invite me to Phil's apartment for drinks. I nodded and gulped down the rest of my beer. In the taxi, I sat between the two men in the back seat. Both had their hands on my thighs. The silver daddy leaned over to my ear and asked me if I liked getting fucked. Thinking of the condom-sheathed fuck I last had with a 30-year-old fuck buddy about three months ago, I told him yes. Then he told me that he was going to call his friend Hank to come over, too. I made no remark to that, and prepared myself to let go; submit myself to these men over twice my age, and whatever they had in mind. So far, I've only had two boyfriends and about five fuck buddies with the oldest being 32. It was an intense feeling, letting go—an electric energy that urged for more. The men worked fast. When we got to Phil's apartment and stepped just inside the door from the outer hallway, the two men grabbed me and pulled down my softball uniform pants and told me to bend over the railing just inside the entry way. I bent over and saw that the four condoms that I had put in my back pocket had fallen out and onto the floor when the men yanked my pants down. Without warning, Ron pushed his raw cock up my asshole while the older man, Phil, stepped around to my head and pushed his giant cock into my mouth as I struggled to keep my balance. He told me to breathe through my nose, and then pushed farther in, his large mushroom-shaped cock head knocking against the entrance to my throat. Both were loudly saying "Fuck yeah!" "Take it, boy!" and "Damn!" as they spit-roasted me, not even knowing that I have never before been fucked this way, and by strangers, and without using condoms. Previously, I had even made my two former boyfriends wear condoms when they fucked me. Neither mentioned the condoms on the floor, even though they saw them spill out from my pocket. Instead they began their bareback assault on me. After all the groping and prodding, the men just assumed they could take that liberty, too. Best as I could, I accommodated the two raw cocks that were now invading my body, submitting to unprotected sex for the first time. I heard moans and grunts coming from the two men. Ron kept pushing his cock into my tight hole and was roughly trying to fuck my ass as much as he could without lube. "You like raw cock, boy?" he grunted. I gagged on Phil's cock in my feeble attempt to answer, but I instinctively opened up my throat enough to take the large head into my throat. Phil moaned, "Ah, I just entered his throat, Ron." "It sure didn't take long for you to get in balls deep. I'm not having the same success on this end. This boy is super tight!" Frustrated that the dry fuck wasn't happening as easily as he had hoped, Ron pulled out and went to the kitchen for something. My hole was a little soar from Ron's dry assault, but Phil grabbed my hair and began deep fucking my throat. "Choke on it, boy. Come on. Breathe through your nose!" Ron came back a few minutes later and used his finger to lube my hole up better with Vaseline. "We're only using the best vintage lube on this boy hole." "Are you using my stuff, too?" Phil asked him as he bucked into my throat repeatedly. His cock got very rigid after asking that question, and I could feel the pulsing in my mouth that was making his dick bigger. "Yep," said Ron. "I just had a feeling this big jock boy was going to let one of us bareback him at some point tonight. I'm going to put it in now. Spread your legs boy! More!! Good thing we left it out to thaw." Soon I felt a small hard nub enter my sphincter, and then cool liquid being shot inside my hole, and I heard Phil say, "Is it all in?" "Almost..." said Ron. "Fuck yeah, boy!" Phil growled as Ron finished loading my hole with the fluid and then spanked me hard. I flinched and almost fell over. Phil went on to say, "That's a collection of three weeks of my sperm lining your hole right now. I keep my very own sperm bank just to lube up tight boy holes like yours. Damn, Ron! Hold him down. I need to be the one to fuck that shit in good." With Phil's collected loads now inside me, I was delirious with the thought of having my first breeding, and from an older man I just met at a bar. He's not even a boyfriend! I wasn't the "good gay boy" anymore. I was being irresponsible with my body, dangerous. But the feeling of having sperm in my ass for the first time made me feel owned… and free, and I surrendered fully. Phil, even without knowing that he was initiating me into whoredom, was doing everything he could to intensify this new experience for me. He pulled his cock out of my throat and got behind me. I was looking at the spilled unopened condoms on the floor when I felt his large cock head pop into my hole, and Phil pushed. With my hole lubed up with his thawed cum and the oil-based lube, it slid slowly in to my still tight hole, and he went all the way, balls deep. I was trying to take it all but it was a lot of dick. I flinched again and Ron got in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place. "Damn! You're all in! Fuckin' hot!" said Ron, who then grabbed a brown bottle and a rag from somewhere and told me to suck his dick. He pushed his cock into my mouth. Being the submissive boy, I sucked Ron's dick like a real cocksucker. The intensity of this sexual experience required my full submission: I needed to do whatever I could to please these men! Phil was still balls deep and coaching me to relax, "You've got a vice grip on my cock, boy! But I gotta to fuck my seed in." "This'll help." Ron all of a sudden pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down into a handkerchief doused with a strong scented fume. "Breathe this in, you'll be alright," he coached. "Start fuckin' that boy hole, Phil. Open it up" Phil started fucking me hard as I inhaled my first ever hit of poppers. As the buzz of sex got stronger, I was able to allow my hole to be invaded more fully by Phil's cock. It hurt at first, but the buzz and Ron's coaching helped me relax my hole for Phil to take his boy's ass for good. "Take another, boy. We need that hole open," Ron urged. After my second hit, I was lit, and Ron shoved his cock back into my mouth. While Ron fucked my throat and made me suck his cock head off and on, Phil kept long dicking me for about 20 minutes, repeatedly telling me how he was nailing his seed into me, and how I needed his hot live load up in there, too. "Gonna fucking breed you full of swimmers, boy," I heard him grunt with each thrust as he worked to unload in me. "Here it is, boy. Fuuuuuuuck!" In the cold cum, I easily felt new warmth inside my once sperm-virgin hole as I took my first live cum load. After he finished breeding me, Phil tried fucking his load in more, but his cock was too sensitive after cumming. That's when I heard a voice behind us say, "Let me drill that hole for awhile." That must be Hank. "Do it, man," said Ron with his cock still lodged in my throat. "No condoms tonight. We somehow found this hot jock boy at the club, got our raw dicks inside him, poppered him up, and now he's taking multiple loads up his ass." Hank gave a hearty chuckle and reached between my open legs and put his hand inside the crotch of my jock strap and felt my hard dick and all the precum I had leaked in there. I heard Hank say, "I brought my old pal Charlie with me. He's into milking cum outta the boys I fuck. Come on over here, Charlie, and have seat under the boy. He's already got a jock full of precum for you." Charlie got under my legs. He was bald, and looked to be about 90, but he moved my jock pouch over and started sucking my cockhead, and milking my shaft with his hand. My precum pumped out onto his lapping tongue. And Charlie exclaimed, "Ah, boy, you've got a sweet tap on you! Give Ol' Chuck all that you've got." Charlie began to suck my dick in ways that encouraged my precum to ooze out for him. I was getting used fully by these old men. Fuck yes! As Hank teased my now open wet hole with what felt like a small hard metal object, Ron pushed the poppers under my nose again. "I'm gonna take this hole, boy," Hank taunted. Again, I inhaled Ron's poppers and my head spun as Hank pushed against my wet hole. "That's it, open up for my raw dick." I felt the hard thing enter my hole and then Hank's hard cock followed. "That's a big P.A. you got on you, Hank. Damn hot!" Ron's cock was in my throat again and he put down the poppers. Hank fucked slow at first. "Damn that's a good hole! How many loads are in 'em?" I felt Phil's cool cum running down my left leg as Hank pumped more cock inside. "Twelve. All mine!" Phil chuckled. "You used your stash. Damn, that's hot! So my load is going to make this an official gangbang breeding of a this hot jock cum whore by us granddads." Little do they know that Hank will only be the second man to ever shoot his sperm load into my hole at all. In my head, I acknowledge that I'm begging for it from a man I haven't even seen before. At that thought, I pumped a good amount of precum into Charlie's mouth and he mmmm'ed. This "faceless" man continued to fuck my hole with the encouragement of Phil and Ron for about 15 minutes. His P.A. was hitting my prostate perfectly and it made me moan and squirm. "I'm close," said Hank. "I'm glad this one's taking loads because there's no way I'm pulling out of this tight hole." Hank came with a yell and I felt the blast hit my gut and warm it. That's when Ron pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Ahhh, I'm going to come soon, but I want that hole." Hank finished unloading in my hole as Ron came around to my ass. Hank pulled his hard cock and P.A. out of my hole and Ron immediately replaced it with his. "Damn, I almost came in his mouth!" Ron lamented. "I need to breed willing young jock ass when I can get it." Ron fucked in and out hard, but then he slowed and I soon felt his cock throb and felt the warmth again. He didn't make any vocal noises. He's a stealther, I've heard. A younger guy pulled me aside at the bar warned me that he got stealthed by the man I was hanging with. He told me that a week prior, Ron had fucked him using one of the five condoms the guy had brought over to Ron’s place. But then Ron asked the guy to stay the night. Early in the morning while the guy was sleeping, Ron had rolled him over and entered him again. The young guy said that he knew that they had talked about using condoms and had done so earlier, so he just assumed Ron would have been a gentleman and put one on before waking him with a cock pushing into his gut. But, Ron had not put on a rubber before the early morning fuck. He just barebacked the guy without telling him and quietly unloaded inside him. I thanked the guy for warning me. But that story had me rock hard. And that is just like how Ron, the third man to ever bareback and breed me, came inside of me… stealthily without a sound. When Ron pulled out of me, Phil pushed his re-erected cock back inside me and asked Charlie if he was getting any cum out of me. He mumbled yes as he sucked and pumped my rock hard dick. As he worked his mouth and tongue on my young, sensitive circumcised cock head, it throbbed and pushed out more precum for him to swallow. While Charlie suckled me, Phil pulled me up to speak in my ear: "Feel my dick and all the sperm inside you, boy? You have four old men using up that sweet jock ass and cock. You like being used, don't you, boy." When he said those words, I felt Charlie suck harder to take more of my precum, I couldn't hold back any longer, I was close. "You let us all take what we want, boy. Let Charlie have your sweet young load." When he said that, I blew my load violently into Charlie's mouth, trembling with my chest once again against railing. My still shoed feet were lifted off the floor as Charlie's upper arms and face pushed my ass up to try get more of my cock in his mouth as he drained me of cum. Charlie kept sucking my sensitive cock head making me squirm while I was bent over, my ass still skewered on Phil's 72-year-old cock. As Charlie saw how I squirmed he only sucked more. As my sensitivity wained, I opened my eyes to see that a hand, probably Hank's, was jacking Charlie off. Phil fucked into my hole and said, "I'm not done with your hole yet, boy, stay put." Phil started to drill my hole again to breed another load into me. But Charlie was cumming now and Hank said, "Shoot your load in my hand, Chuck, and we'll see to it that your load gets inside the boy. That's it, Charlie, give this big beautiful jock boy a big load." Charlie did cum in a huge load that streamed easily into Hank's palm. A minute later, Charlie said he was done cumming and slipped out from under me. Phil pulled his cock out of my ass, and said "Massive load! We gotta get all that inside him." I closed my eyes and felt Charlie's seed being dumped on my hole while some fingers quickly pushed it all just inside my open sphincter. "Fuck yeah! Lube my cock up with it, too. That's it. Here you go, boy." Phil pushed his cock into my hole balls deep and the men cheered. "Fuck yeah! You ever get bred by a 89-year-old cocksucker before, boy? Damn that's good stuff." That made Charlie the fourth man to ever have his sperm up my ass. Phil proceeded to punch fuck my hole with his rigid mushroom-shaped cock head about 100 times and then slammed his full rod all the way into me to unload his second load of his "swimmers" into my hole. The other men left as Phil huffed and puffed over my spent body. After about 15 minutes, he pulled out, and I stood up. "Damn, boy, we fucked you up tonight! Such a sweet hairy, jock ass you're letting us all use here. Here's my number. Text me the next time you want men inside you. I nodded, "Yes, sir," as took the card and pulled up my pants. As I tucked in my jersey, I saw Phil pick up the unopened condoms off the floor. He stuffed them to my back pocket grinning, "Don't forget these, boy," and slapped my ass. My hole felt bruised, wet, and empty in my cab ride back to my place. I got hard thinking about what had just happened to me. Then I immediately got my phone out and texted Phil: Me: "Thanks for the fuck, Daddy. U guys got my bareback cherry back there. Only used condoms before tonight. It was hot! Thx. —Adam" Phil: "Nice! Hank, especially, will like hearing that. Was just on the phone with him. He went on and on about your hole! LOL. Maybe next time, you'll meet him. Anytime, boy. I'm happy to have you …and your bareback cherry."
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This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37
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It was Good Friday so the guys were coming to our house instead of our regular coffee shop. I was desperately hoping Stew would be joining us this week. He normally works so can't join us mid afternoon. His husband rarely misses. Although his husband is much older and very pot bellied Stew is a Greek God . He works out 7 days a week. He's tall, slim, beautifully muscled, has very artistic tattoos of his former cats on his shoulders and the crest for 'Queen' on his back. Freddy Mercury is his idol. Stew has silky long white hair, usually in a bun and a closely cropped white beard framing his handsome smiling face. He's a sweetheart and the only thing average about him is his 6 inch cock. That said, he gives an above average fuck. The first time we hooked up Stew and his husband had me over to their place. They are Portuguese and Brazilian so any visit starts with good booze and something to eat. These formalities for hospitality out of the way we went up to their bedroom. It was pretty clear they didn't entertain like this often as they fussed and argued about what the neighbors might see and how many blinds to close. That settled we began to make out and help each other out of our clothes. Soon we were all naked and sucking each other hard. Stew and I had been 69ing when I swung around and straddled his torso so we could share some great pre cum passionate kisses. I began to realize the husband was standing beside the bed. I looked back to see he was manhandling Stew erection. In fact guiding it to my ass. I pushed back as the husband guided the raw cock into my hole. I was both delighted and amazed as nothing had been talked about ahead of time. In the back of my mind I had been stewing about when the best time to declare my 'raw is law' stance to sex. I hadn't needed to worry. I was now riding this Greek God in front of his husband bareback! I was extatic! The fuck didn't last long because Stew was soon unloading deep in my ass as I spontaneously orgasmed and sprayed cum on Stew’s strong chest, jaw, and the headboard of the bed. Stew then watched as I bent over the side of the bed to take his husband's raw cock and breeding. The only other time I got to play with them together was at a naked dance in a nearby city. They had taken me along with them. One of the organizers, a handsome mid-thirty’s cub clad in a jock strap and leather harness had come over to welcome me as a new comer. After a passionate deep tounge kiss I had bent over, released, and sucked his 8 hard inches down my throat. One of his fingers quickly found and entered my prelubed hole. I soon stood, turned and offered my ass to his magnificent cock. By this point Stew pulled me into an embrace and deep kiss. We were still kissing when the host fired his load deep into my ass. Stew quickly moved in behind me and soon I was receiving another breeding in the middle of the dance floor. My exhibitionist soul was in heaven. Two of the sexiest guys present had just used and bred me on the dance floor for all to see. I moved to the side and sucked down my next load from a cute young enthusiastic guy. As I moved away from that encounter Stew’s husband danced up behind me, worked his raw cock into my sloppy hole and was soon adding his DNA to the soup in my anal cavity. Beyond that Stew would come out on the bay with me in the boat. We'd fuck out in the sun. Eventually he'd breed me and we'd skinny dip to cool off and clean up. As two couples we frequently socialized. Being in close proximity to Stew made me hornier every time. Especially when we couldn't do what we most enjoy to do with each other. We had chatted a few times after some of these frustrating experiences and both agreed we needed to find a way to sneak off and fuck. Maybe this Good Friday would be our chance. You may wonder why I'm calling this cheating as my hubby and I have an open relationship. In fact I'm pretty sure my man knows I have sex with Stew. We are 'don't ask don't tell' but he's not stupid, he knows. Further, I had had the odd guy into our house to fuck and breed me in our bed. Just never when he was in town. Again no rules had been laid down, I just didn't want to rub hubby's face in my dalliances. But I couldn’t stand it any longer. If Stew was coming I knew I wanted anted, no needed, to have sex with him. I really didn't have time to clean out; besides, why go to all that bother, get my hopes up, and then not have him show. At the designated time the first of our guests appeared and I busied myself preparing drinks and appies. More guests arrived and I lost myself in the socializing and party and found I'd given up hope of Stew and partner coming. Then I noticed their car pull up. As I saw this beautiful man step out of their car I got rock hard instantly. I made sure I was at the door to greet them with warm hugs and kisses. Stew’s husband had food to add to our offerings and headed to the kitchen after I took his coat. I knew my hubby was in the kitchen and they would be tied up together for a while organizing food to serve. The rest of our guests were happily ensconced in chatter. This was my chance. When I was sure no one was looking I took Stew by the hand and led him down the stairs. I pulled him into our downstairs onsuit bathroom, closed the door, embraced him and planted a huge kiss on his lips. When we broke the kiss he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He was already loosening his belt and opening his fly. I whispered; " We have to be quick. " and I started to crouch planning to suck him off. He caught me by the arm and with his thick Brazilian accent and broken English said, "No, I fuck you. " "But I'm not sure I'm clean" I whispered back. "You not want me fuck you?" "Of course I do." "Then I fuck you, shhhhh" He hushed me. I leaned over the sink vanity and grabbed Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet. He greased my hole and his pole. He wasted no time in breaching my entrance and I involuntarily gasped and groaned quite loudly. One of his hands moved to cover my mouth. His mouth moved in to my ear and my skin crawled as he hushed me, "shhhhh". Then it was as if to contradict himself he began slapping into my ass with full fuck force. I wasn't sure his hand could muffle my moans and gasps enough. I soon lost the desire to care. My sex God's raw cock was right where I needed it. Through the mirror I could see his beautiful face nibbling at my neck and ear. I thought, 'God, how did I get so lucky?' He stopped pounding just for a moment to pull off his shirt and release the knot of his hair. I couldn't take my eyes off his powerful tattooed shoulders and beautiful long swaying locks. His smiling eyes met mine through the mirror and held me. "I love you. " He mouthed. "I love fuck you." "Oh yeah, fuckin breed me!" I was totally out of control. Five more pounding slaps and he was roaring with laughter as he flooded my guts. I quickly spun and dropped to aggressively clean his cock with my mouth. My ass juices and his cum tasted like the sweetest nectar. He practically screamed pushing my head away, "No, too much, stop." It was my turn to hush as I pointed upstairs. "Shhhhhh". When we started to regroup and pull our clothes back up and on we realized he had accidentally tossed his shirt in the toilet in the heat of the moment. He gingerly held the dripping mess over the toilet bowl. I took it from him and placed it in the sink. I then led him to my closet and pulled out my white flowery see through shirt. I knew it would show off his sexy body and gorgeous tattoos. He kept smiling and pulled it on. He reached to align a button with a hole and then shook his head leaving the shirt open so it framed his washboard abbs. He grabbed my ratiest torn jeans and my mesh vest and insisted I change into them. I asked if he was crazy. He just grinned impishly and said "Yeah ". The jeans were my favorite. They were covered in frade material and rips including around the back and over the front pockets. They were definitely not presentable to wear in public. But they made me feel so exposed and sexy. I followed Stew’s lead and didn't button the vest. At the bottom of the stairs he ran his hand through the thick hair on my chest. "I like!" He crooned. We shared a passionate kiss and then made our way up to return to the party. Some people seemed to barely notice we had been away. His husband seductively approached me as he emerged from the kitchen . He kissed me on the lips, hugged me, and slid a hand down to cup my ass cheek. One of his fingers found a hole in the denim and easily snaked it's way over and into my wet hole. He pulled it out and presented it to my lips. I licked it off and quietly said. "The best!" We shared another kiss and I moved to the couch to sit beside Stew. Stew’s finger found the frayed hole beside my fly, snaked inside and stroked my growing hard on. My husband came into the room and pretended not to see. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood and the laughing and banter carried on for the next while seemly oblivious of Stew’s finger messaging my cock through my frade jeans. Then a friend leaned into my ear and whispered. "You and I could slip down and I could give more than a finger to your needy cock, slut. " This didn't desuade Stew one bit as he grabbed hold of my raging hard on and moved up to kiss my friend all in one motion. I was now afraid I was going to ejaculate there and then in the middle of our house party. I excused myself and made my way towards the basement stairs. As I fled I noticed the hole beside the fly of my jeans had ripped larger and the shiny head of my erection was poking out. Stew’s husband was behind me and followed me down the stairs and directly into our bedroom. He was quickly embracing me from behind. " My turn, my sweet " he cruned with his sexy Portuguese accent. I just dropped my pants and bent over the edge of the bed. He slid his raw cock into me and I could feel his big hairy belly resting on my back. Like the first time it only took a few pumps before he was unloading deep into my gut. I tossed my ripped jeans aside and pulled on a pair of baggy shorts. We went back up to join the party but people were grabbing their coats and heading out. My husband was being the perfect host helping people on with their coats and hugging them as they headed out to the street. One of our sexiest bear friends emerged from the upstairs bathroom at this point. He beelined directly to me, leaned into my ear and said. "I've always wanted to sneak you down there. Let's go." His cock was out before we got to the bedroom. "So, how do you want this, 'cause I know you want this. " He said with great confidence. When I turned my back to him he saw the wet spot on the ass of my shorts. "Oh, okay!" with surprise in his voice, "I've wanted to breed your ass for a long time. Guess it's my lucky day. " I was bent over the bed and he was railing my slutty ass in no time. His coke can thick 9 inches were ripping me appart and giving too much pleasure for me to even think to stifle my cries of pain and delight. Soon I was on my back and his hairy sweaty body was driving into me missionary. With horror I saw my husband enter the bedroom and sit on the bed beside me. Very calmly he said, "Don't mind me boys. I'm just here to watch." Our bear friend spoke next with a bit of a gasp in his increasingly laboured breathing, "You sure. " "Bareback eh? I always knew he was a slut. I suspected this but now I know. Breed my husband for me, it appears he can't get enough. " His words weren't out of his mouth and the bear was pumping my cum filled gut to overflowing. When our bear friend had showered and left we heated up some leftovers for dinner. I finally screwed up my courage to speak, "I'm sorry you saw that. I've tried to be discreet. " "Hell, no need to apologize. I've told you it doesn't bother me to know you are out having sex with guys. I suspected it but now I know you play bareback. Just with guys you know? Or ...?" "Or? Yeah, anybody. Anybody that wants my ass gets it raw. God, I love cum in my ass. " "Apparently. Do you check that they are safe?" Apologetically I responded; "Sorry. I never bother. I'm already poz and undetectable. And I just need their cum." "Well I don't like it; but, it's your body. And since we don't have sex. I'm safe. Did Stew and his husband also breed you this afternoon? I saw you took them downstairs. " "I thought we were don't ask don't tell. " I queried. "I'm not mad. Just curious. " "In that case, yeah. They both bred me." "Good. I like those guys. I was pretty sure what you and Stew get up to on the boat. I'm surprised you let his husband fuck you, but good for you. Good for him. Was it fun to sneak off? You know we could all hear you. " "Fuck, sorry. " "Was it fun?" I was blushing; "Yeah, it was fuckin awesome." "Good. Now do you want dessert, or do you need more cum in your ass?" "Fuuccckkk. Always more cum." "It's a nice evening. I'll do the dishes. Isn't there a cruising woods near here? I'm sure they will be interested in your prelubed hole. Go on, get out of here. " "Are you sure?" I asked skeptically. "No, so you better get going before I change my mind. " He smiled. I went to the woods. It was getting dark. There were lots of guys around. I found a good solid tree, stripped , leaned against the tree and offered my ass to any and all takers. I lost track of the number of raw cocks that probed my hairy dripping hole and soon there was a steady stream of strangers cum running down the back of my legs. About two a.m. I found my way home. Hubby had gone to bed. There was a light on in the kitchen. The medicated shampoo bottle was on the counter with a note. "Use this, with all your hair you might have picked up crabs and I don't want those again. Then get your naked body into bed with me. " I was exhausted but did as instructed I tried not to wake him as I crawled in and curled up on my side of the bed. He moved over and spooned me with his naked body. Sleepily he asked, "Did you have fun?" One of his fingers had found my hole, intruded and was then offered to my mouth. This was the most sexual we had been with each other in years!
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Little did I imagine when I agreed to due a favor for a former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex, bareback. Debra and I had dated for a while in college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where we were both in graduate school. We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a school project. As part of her training to be a sex therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, but the place would not admit a woman unless she were with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort. I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, of course, but I had never acted upon these feelings or told her about it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about us. Debra knew more about me than she let on. When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist bands, tight leather shorts with a removable crotch piece that extended around to my ass, and leather work boots. “My, you look like a fag,” she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. The words stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable with the label then) and I reddened. Then I looked in the mirror I saw a gay man ready to cruise looking back at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. I got an erection on the spot that I had a hard time concealing in my very tight shorts. She drove us in her car to the bar. Several men standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd remarks. Again I felt embarrassed but turned on. No man had ever made sexual suggestions to me and their comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my slim build, my thick, pouting lips. Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a smirk, “You’re going to be very popular in here tonight, sweetie. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And then she pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen around the bar. I bought myself a beer and began to look around. Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing leather vests, pants, and even a few thongs, and many wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like me: smaller and slimmer, short hair and neatly trimmed beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who caught my eye. While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she was across the room. The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, “Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet thing, and I mean to have it.” I tried half-heartedly to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and muscular, barred my escape. “I’m here with that woman,” I replied, pointing to Debra. “She needed a guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews.” My captor was not impressed. “I saw who you came with, but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom man, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a top before this night is out.” With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From behind he was built like a Greek god -- six feet tall, rock-solid muscles, a handsome tatoo on his chest and others around each bicep, dirty blond hair under a cowboy hat. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined biceps and thick wrists. Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a flirting gesture I had seen many women perform. Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I looked away and checked out the other patrons. But every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted. Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in front of the other, I wiggled my hips a bit. As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew it, he had pressed me back against the wall, my arms pinned behind me, his body pressed close to mine. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock stiffened even more. I was overwhelmed by his strength and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from mine. “What’s your hurry, pretty boy,” he snarled. “You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, and now I want it.” “Let me go,” I protested weakly. “I’m not even gay.” “Then why are you still here?” he grunted. And then his mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in surrender. His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. I sighed in pleasure and relief. With that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. I made no effort o push him away – no, instead my hands began to explore his body, trace the incredible muscles on his bare arms. As we kissed I sensed someone watching. I broke our deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked at me and smiled. I said to her, “I think I’ve found what I need here.” She replied, “The two of you look so sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens next?” A shiver of excitement went down my spine. My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; one cute guy was down on his knees happily sucking the cock of an older teddy-bear type. I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so I asked him. “In here they call me Drummer,” he replied. “And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you have such a pretty mouth.” We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but through the open ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled with anticipation. Finally, Drummer found an empty chamber. Inside, under a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then pulled back and gazed down at me. “On your knees, Sweet Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for.” I kneeled before Drummer. I rubbed my face around his crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look in the mirror. I wore a studded black dog collar; he held my leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. “Thank you,” I murmured. He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. “Say ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, Sweet Lips.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, happy to submit, and I dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock hardening. From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was right there. “Please, sir, let me taste your cock,” I heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval and I pulled down his zipper. My reward was a beautiful piece of manmeat – his tool was a good deal longer and thicker than my own five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head glistened with his pre-cum. I grasped his cock and stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the sensation of a handful of hard male flesh that I had dreamed about for so long. Then I started to pump Drummer’s cock and brought it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, reveling in my first taste of jism. Right away I knew I was hooked for life. It was delicious! I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. “Breathe and relax, boy,” he commanded me. I nodded and followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth. From his moans and quickening thrusts I realized it wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first load of warm, creamy spunk. Drummer’s body tensed, his head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth and spurts of man-cream flooded my throat as I heard him roar his pleasure. I gulped eagerly, trying not to lose a drop, but a little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the world of cocksuckers. “Congratulations,” Debra said softly. “You did that like a natural.” Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. Drummer knelt behind me. Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my mistake. “Thank you, sir,” I gasped. He spanked me again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butthole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his tongue, as it penetrated my shit chute, was electric, and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer paused for some lube. He greased up a finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be fucked. “You want it, Sweet Lips?” Drummer sneered, mocking me. “You want my big cock in your cherry ass? Just like I told you when you first got here.” I looked behind me and saw that he was erect again. Debra said to him, “Maybe you should use a rubber.” Drummer just laughed. “Not in here, sister. This place is bareback only. Isn’t that what you want. Sweet Lips?” Now I begged for it. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it so bad – like I’ve never needed anything.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still standing there. I didn’t care about the risks. For me at that moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel Drummer’s raw meat inside me. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against my butthole. I felt the pressure of the slick mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning sensation. “You can do this, boy,” Drummer coaxed. “Relax and push back on me.” “Yes, sir, I’ll try.” He pushed harder and I felt a stab of pain. Despite my lust I tried to pull away. “Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big.” Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog collar to remind me of my position. “There’s no turning back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy.” He instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff dick. Suddenly, with an odd rippling sensation and soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and into my back passage. “Oh, God, yes, yes,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, radiating out from my ass so that my whole body trembled. For the first time I really knew what it meant to “take it like a man”! Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his coarse cock hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, sealing our moment of intimacy forever. “Thank you, sir, thank you for taking my cherry,” I murmured between kisses. Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust sent a different kind of wave thru my boi-pussy. I had never dreamed that a cock could create so many erotic thrills as it penetrated another human being. He pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it hotly, fantasizing it was another cock. Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I smiled at her and said, “He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek. “I understand. You belong here now.” She told me she was leaving and to have fun – as if I needed the advice! When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my head and whispered in my ear, “No more women for you, boy, right?” “Yes, sir,” I eagerly replied, knowing I had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered in triumph, “You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it.” Now when I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity. Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my butthole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever experienced. I heard a voice crying, “Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!” and realized it was my own. Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and my face rested on my leather wrist bands. “What a ride,” he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. A thrill of excitement shot through me as I felt his dickhead press on my waiting fuckhole. He eased right in this time. I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth – again washed over me. I loved being able to play with his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his arms. I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I provoked, for Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when he was deep inside. I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one. “Use my ass, sir. It’s your boi-pussy. Fuck me all night, sir, never stop fucking it. Seed me deep. It feels so good. More, sir, give me more.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, until I felt one final great surge that I thought would split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my throat. I imagined the jets of his hot cum shooting deep inside me, the pulses slowly receding. Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we were done, but he surprised me. “You were so good, Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of the other real men here. You’ll service them next.” I meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed more. Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on my knees. Although a couple of cute guys looked in, the leash told them I was someone’s property and they left me alone. Two minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a studded leather ring around his cock and balls, the other a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was “Beach King,” the bearded gentleman was simply “Daddy,” which seemed apt. Daddy took my leash and order me to lie on my back on the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong hands. “I hear you’ve developed a taste for cocksucking, Sweet Lips,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. He thrust his manmeat deep into my throat, nearly gagging me. As I sucked furiously, his dick became stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I was able to run my hands along the backs of his large, muscular thighs, an incredible turn-on. Meanwhile, Beach King lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). I couldn’t even see my next anal lover. Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s cockhead pressing against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage was now used to man love. I could feel his cock ring with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, muffled by Daddy’s cock. I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the mattress. His feet planted on either side of my head, he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach King plowed me for all I was worth. For me, who before this night had never had sex with more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King came first, giving me what I wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of jism into me. Drummer followed, filling Daddy’s mouth with warm cum, some of it dribbling down into his beard. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling legs, he turned me around and spanked me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the mirror. While he pumped his cock a few times, I looked at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this was the real me, and I smiled. Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love I craved. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size of Daddy’s piece. “Oh, it’s really big, sir,” I winced. “I don’t think I’m ready for it.” I should have learned by now that leather tops do not take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my backside brought tears to my eyes. “What did you say, faggot” Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I needed. He pressed his thick tool against my anus while pumping my dick. Once more I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation as my back passage stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, “Good boy, Sweet Lips, take it in slowly.” Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow that thought made me relax to take Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to let me adjust. “God, he’s a tight one,” Daddy boasted to the other men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, macho men looked on. I gave voice to my delight. “Ohhh, Daddy, you’re incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I want all of you, sir, please.” In a few minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass cheeks – he had buried all of himself inside me! Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing mattered to me but pleasing Daddy. Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, “Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that little butthole.” As he held still, I began to bounce forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-whore. I reached beneath me to fondle Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the mirror. Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping loudly against my thighs, and finally gave one last lunge that felt like it would come right through me and out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that I had brought my third manlover of the evening to orgasm in my ass. When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A look at the clock told me it was past two in the morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than three hours. As I pulled my leather pants on, I thanked them for the best night of my life. Drummer told me he expected me back again the next night to continue my education. “What more is there to learn, sir?” I asked innocently. “Tomorrow,” he replied, “I put you in the sling and you learn to take my fist.” As he held up his clenched hand to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust, but I knew my place. “Sir, I’ll come back tomorrow night.” And so I did.
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I suck you off and swallow most of your first load. My close-cropped beard is matted with your cum. You are starting to get hard again. We both understand what is next. When we arranged this date, we didn’t pretend it was about anything but sex and my willingness to serve as an object for your pleasure. I lie on my back on the carpet and pull my legs up and apart. You say, “I want you to remember this, faggot,” and snap this picture. Then your tongue finds my hole. I feel the wetness and the warmth. A moan escapes my lips. You follow with a thick finger, then a second, stretching me. The heat increases. Now I am moaning and gasping steadily. My little dick is rock hard. “Please, sir. Please. I need your cock.” You take a tube of lube and rub some on your dick and into my hole. We had agreed that you would use a condom but you do not offer and I don’t ask. You move to your knees, propping yourself on one powerful arm. You guide the tip of your cock to the tip of my hole and slide in easily. I remember when I first had anal sex this part would hurt and I would ask my top to go slowly. But there have been many men since then. You are deep inside me now. I feel your balls against my ass. I am completely full with your manhood – it seems as though your dick will come out my throat, you are so far inside me. I start to pull on my own dick, but you push my hand away. “Faggots don’t deserve to cum,” you mutter. I grip your thick forearms instead. My hands seem dainty and girlish. You are thrusting deep inside of me and pulling nearly all the way out. I hear your loud grunts and feel the mounting tension in your body. This isn’t about me at all. You never flatter me or say I’m cute or attractive. You are a Man and you need to plant your seed in a cunt. My ass is that cunt. When I open my eyes, I see male passion on your face and – yes – contempt for me, a male who has let himself be reduced to a pussy. I feel humiliated and insignificant. And it feels right, at this moment. You cum inside me with a deep, manly grunt. It is sound I’m incapable of making. As your thrusts subside, you pull out and rub some cum around my gaping hole, then thrust back inside me to leave the rest. Your cum will ooze from my boi-cunt all night. “Thank you, sir,” I say softly, as you finally pull out. “You’ve got a lot to thank me for, faggot,” you grunt. You don’t say another word. You reach for your clothes, pull them on, and walk out. You never even asked me my name.
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Last night at the bathouse, I was horny. There in the locker area was a hot muscular man with a huge dick hard as fuck, showing himself off. I started sucking him off right there in front of everyone who was changing in slutty exhibitionist style. We then went over to the glory hole booths. We chose the one with the wooden bench, which I kneeled on on my hands and knees. Left the door open so everyone could watch, he started pounding his bare cock inside of me, with no lube. People started to watch outside the glory hole booth as he continued to fuck me rougly while I moaned and he called me a dirty slut. He shot his load deep inside me. It was so hot being his cum dump, and not knowing anything about the guy or his HIV status
