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[This story was flagged on my Patreon account and is currently in Patreon Jail, so now it's here where it can live.] I’m a pretty heteroflexible guy in the sense that, unlike my friends, I can admit when another dude is attractive, and when dared to kiss another guy at parties, I didn’t feel the urge to pound my chest and act like I was going to vomit from the thought of it. Afterwards, I would shrug my shoulders and tell whatever guy I kissed that he was good, but his girlfriend was better, just to make it less gay. More than one ex-girlfriend had asked me if I was bisexual, and the honest answer was always no. In college, I made friends with a pretty diverse group of people across all of my classes. One person I made close friends with was a girl named Anya. A beautiful redhead with fair skin and fierce green eyes. She wasn’t in any of my classes, but we worked together at the coffee shop across the street from the law building. Anya is a sophomore, and her boyfriend, Shane, is a junior. He comes around every time she is on shift. He seems cool. He’s one of those rich kids, skinny, tall, perfectly trimmed and styled hair at all times, at least two pieces of jewelry every time he goes anywhere, and he’ll dress like he’s homeless even though his clothes cost him hundreds of dollars to look poor. I like him though, he’s not douchey like his friends when they come in with him. Through the fall and most of the spring semester, I got to know Anya pretty well. There were a few parties she invited me to where we would get drunk and shoot the shit. At one particular party, she told me she had a dream about a threesome with me and Shane and how hot it was. The details she gave me had me pretty turned on as well. Hell, I’ve rubbed out a few nuts thinking about her from time to time. However, none of my fantasies involved her boyfriend; to each their own. She shook her head, “It was just…so unlike me, but I guess because we work together and get along so well…well, anyway, I thought it was funny and you’d get a kick out of it.” I laughed, “I’ve never actually had a threesome, and I never pictured a threesome happening with your boyfriend.” I shrugged. I should’ve left it there, but I tend to ramble in awkward situations like this and added, “And I can’t imagine Shane would be down for a devil's three-way either.” Anya shook her head and grinned, “You’d be surprised.” “Wait, what?” I love a juicy piece of gossip. She knows she can’t just dangle something like that out there and not finish her thought. She looked around, “Shane actually put the idea in my head…about a threesome,” she sipped her drink. I was flabbergasted. “Wait, Shane told you he wanted to have a threesome with me and you?” She chuckled, “No…well…I’m sure he would, but he told me he’s done three-ways with girls and guys before and that he enjoyed it. I’m sure he would be down to share me with you if I set it up.” This information blew my mind. Does this mean she wants to have a threesome with me? How do I play this right? I would definitely fuck Anya, but would I be ok to share her with Shane at the same time? What if his dick is bigger than mine and she gets to compare our styles at the same time and decides I’m terrible in bed and tells every girl on campus and I never get to have sex again because of it? “It’s silly, forget I said anything,” she tried to wave it off. I realized my window to make this happen was closing quickly, and I needed to jump through it like Indiana Jones before it closed if I ever wanted to hook up with Anya. “I’d be down,” I blurted out. She nearly spit out her drink. “Really?” “Yeah, I mean, why not?” I tried to play it cool. “I'm not into guys like that, but I jerked it with some buddies back in high school…how different can it be?” She bobbed her head for a minute; you could see the wheels turning as she mulled it over. “I don’t know, it would be kind of hot to have two hot guys at the same time, but I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship and make things weird at work.” “That’s fair, but at the same time…” I tried to steer her back towards pro-threesome, and as if on cue, Shane walked up and put his arm around her shoulders. He stood about a foot taller than Anya, a few inches taller than me. “What’s going on over here?” He asked, his eyes glassy from smoking with his boys upstairs. “We were just talking about having a threesome,” Anya offered boldly. I felt my blood rush to my cheeks. “Oh yeah? Zach, you never struck me as the threesome type,” he squinted at me. Probably trying to see if I was just trying to get into Anya’s pants. I shrugged it off, “I’ve never done it, but I’m an open guy.” Shane leaned in and whispered something into Anya’s ear that made her chuckle and made me a little uncomfortable. “Shane, we need you,” a guy yelled from the kitchen where they were playing flip-cup. Shane smiled, “I’m coming!” He winked at me and gave me a pat on the shoulder before darting off. Anya rolled her eyes and shook her head as if to say, “Never mind,” and we dropped the subject altogether. I eventually went back to my dorm alone and jerked off thinking of a threesome with Anya and Shane and what I might be willing to do in that situation and where I would draw the line…until I blew my load and then I wrote it all off as I wiped up my cum with a t-shirt. It didn’t get brought up again, and I just chalked it up to a drunken conversation. That is, until everyone returned from spring break, and I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize. “Yo, it’s Shane, is this Zack?” the text read. Me: Yeah, it’s Zach. Shane, as in Anya’s Shane? Shane: No, as in Anay’s ex-boyfriend Shane. She ditched me during spring break…it’s a long story, but it didn’t end well. That would explain why she wasn’t at work on my first shift back. Me: Oh, sorry to hear that. Shane: Nah, it’s whatever. So listen, straight to the point. I got a girl coming over tonight, she’s like an 11 outta 10, makes Anya look like Raggedy Ann, but this bitch has been playing me for two years. A real cock tease. She said she’ll let me hit it if I set it up as a threesome with another dude, so I thought maybe you’d be down. Or were you just trying to get with Anya? Geeze, that was a lot of information to take in. I wanted to tell him I was just trying to get with Anya, but at the same time, I haven’t been laid in weeks, and spring break back at my parents' place was like being in a convent. So my sexual frustration was at a 10. Me: What would that look like? Me: Would we trade off, or would we have to touch each other? There was a long pause with the three dots popping up and disappearing a few times before he hit send. Shane: I’m not sure. This girl is a bit of a freak, so I would expect you’d need to be comfortable with some fooling around between us if you want to partake. Is that something you’re down for? I swallowed hard, staring at my screen and really focusing on the words. Me: Define “fooling around”? I hit send with my heart pounding in my chest. Shane: Lol, I don’t know, man. I guess the real question is, what are you uncomfortable with? What are your limits? I don’t have any limits, except I’m not letting another dude in my ass…tried it, it’s not for me. If you’re one of those dudes who would freak out if she put my dick in your mouth…maybe this is too advanced for you. I was a little stung by the words “too advanced,” like I’m some sort of child. A part of me wanted to go through with it just to prove the rich asshole wrong. Another part of me felt like I was in way over my head. Could I suck a dick? I’ve had other guys French kiss me, and there was groping, but it was for an audience, which made it hot in its own way. There were also those few times I jerked off with friends back in high school, but that’s normal, right? Me: I see. Me: I guess my limits depend on how hot she is? Shane: lol, right on [attached three pics] Me: Oh shit, ok, I get it now! Shane: Right!? Me: I’ve never seen her at any of your parties, she’s fuckin hot though. Shane: Yeah, you wouldn’t. She graduated last year and lives off campus. Anya knew I had a thing for her and made it clear she was never allowed at our house parties. Me: Gotcha Shane: You in or out? I need to text her back. Me: Fuck…I’m in. Shane: Dope! She’ll be here around 10. Feel free to stop by around 9 if you'd like to smoke with me beforehand. It helps me with nerves for things like this. Shane: Oh, and it goes without saying, but anything that happens tonight dies with us, so do with that information what you will. Me: You don’t have to worry about that! I tried to get some reading done, but ended up rereading the same page over and over again until I gave up. I shit, shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth. I even did a little bit of manscaping with scissors to trim back my bush and make it look more manageable. Not that I’m particularly hairy, but a fresh haircut makes my six inches look a little bit bigger. Shit what if Shane is hung like a horse? I put on a pair of black CK Trunks with the white waistband, they make my package look bigger and my ass a little more plump. Nothing I can do about my skinny torso, though, it is what it is. I showed up at Shane’s at 9:15 feeling nervous as hell. “Bro, you made it. I was worried you’d chicken out,” he gave me a bro-hug. “Nah, I’m always up to try new things,” I tried to play it cool. He walked us back to his bedroom. He has three roommates, one is at his girlfriend's place, the other two are out doing their night shifts and will be back late, Shane said with a grin. Shane had a few prerolls ready to go. We started smoking right away, hotboxing his bedroom as we chatted about his epic spring break trip to Cancun. When we were finished with our first smoke, he went to get us some drinks from the kitchen. He slid his laptop over to me. “Put something on, it’s connected to the TV.” He already had Family Guy open, looks like he’s midway through a rewatch, so I just clicked play and let it roll. He came back a minute later with two open bottles of Gatorade, and the color of the contents was definitely off. “What’s this?” I asked. “A special mix for a special occasion,” he said and grinned. “Try it, you’ll like it,” he shrugged and took a sip of his bottle. I took a sip of mine; it had a weird flavor, but it mostly tasted like blue Gatorade. “It’s good, right?” He asked. I shrugged, “It’s alright. I don’t think you invented Glacier Freeze, though, so you only get partial credit for the funky extra flavor.” He laughed, then checked his texts, sending a few before looking over at me lounging on his bed. “Big Family Guy fan?” He asked, then handed me another preroll. “Some episodes are funny, some aren’t.” He lit his joint and chuckled, “Then why are we watching it?” I exhaled, “because it was already open on your laptop…and you said to put something on.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the question; the weed was suddenly hitting me hard, and I liked it. He shook his head, “I thought you were going to put on some porn.” I felt like an idiot, of course, that’s what he meant. “Oh, well, that was not clear,” I chuckled. “Don’t let me stop you,” I slid the laptop closer to him with my foot. He got on the bed, sliding up until his back was against the wall. He pulled up a video, “Guess we should put on a threesome,” he grinned, and pushed play. The video featured two men and a woman in a bar, playing pool and making bets. One bet led to the next, which was mostly them taking clothes off. I felt myself getting turned on pretty quickly. I glanced at Shane and could see he was tenting in his shorts, making no effort to hide it as he gently rubbed his knob from the outside. It looked huge, and my curiosity was piqued. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out; I clocked the time, it was already 10 o’clock, but the notification was the low battery alert. “Shit, do you have a charger?” He looked at my phone, “Yeah, I’ve got you.” He grabbed it and went over to his desk, his shorts tenting from his bulge. He plugged his charger into my phone, and it buzzed again as he set it down. When he turned to come back over to the bed, I tried to swing my eyes from his crotch to the TV, but the TV had all three people naked and kissing, three tongues twirling. It made me wonder if Shane was a good kisser. I couldn’t help but look over at him as he climbed back onto the bed. This time, the distance between us was less than two feet. He took a sip of his drink, and I followed suit. Feeling really buzzed, really loose, and really horny I asked, “Is she on her way?” He slid his hand under his shorts and groped himself, “Man, I hope so, I’m so fuckin horny…I could go blind.” I couldn’t help but laugh, but I was in the same boat. The room was getting warmer, or maybe I was getting warmer. Shane must have felt it too, because he reached behind his head and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. I did the same, but I don’t think I was as sexy about it. Wait, did I just call Shane sexy? I don’t think I’ve seen Shane shirtless before. While he is on the skinny side like me, he has more muscle definition. I can’t help but notice a bit of a four pack flexing everytime he squeezes his dick in his shorts. His pecs are small, but there is definitely definition where my chest is flat with two dime-sized nipples. Shane checked his phone again, then his eyes went back to the porn. The group on screen was really into it at this point. One of the guys was fucking the girl while the other guy had his head down between the guys ass cheeks eating him out. “You ever been rimmed?” Shane asked. Not looking at him, I admitted, “No. Have you?” He chuckled as he spoke, “Oh yeah, it’s fucking awesome.” He checked his phone again, sighing when he had no message. “Fucking Veronica,” he shook his head. “Is she on her way?” I asked, feeling impatient, strangling my dick in my shorts. He made a frustrated face, “Not sure, she told me she would let me know when she was on her way. She’s only ten minutes from here, but she had to work until 9.” I nodded, trying to do the math in my fuzzy brain. Shane sighed, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and underwear, then looking at me, “You mind if I take these off, my dick is straining so hard it hurts.” “No, go ahead,” I told him, hooking my thumbs in mine to get ready to pull them off, but I wanted to see what he was working with first. He quickly slipped his off and let them hang on his ankles. His 7” dick popped out, thicker than mine with a head shaped like a helmet unlike my mushroom shaped head. I know mine is a little smaller, but not much, so I felt confident enough to join him. We’re going to have to see each other naked when she gets here anyway, might as well get comfortable with it now, right? Shane made no secret of checking out my body, letting his eyes linger on my dick as I slowly stroked myself. I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice, but it did turn me on to know he was checking me out. So much so that I felt myself getting a little closer to orgasm than I wanted to be before the real party kicked off. I let go of my dick and grabbed my Gatorade, taking a few gulps. Shane did the same. I got in a good look at his body when he leaned away from me to get his supplies off the dresser next to the foot of the bed. “Do you use lube?” He asked, squirting some on his dick and slicking himself up. “Usually I go dry, but…why not?” I took the tube from him and squirt some on my dick. It was probably a little too much, the excess dripping down my balls onto his mattress, but he didn’t seem to care, and he was definitely watching. We sat there slowly stroking ourselves, watching the three people on screen going at it. I don’t know when they changed positions, but now the guy who was getting his ass eaten was on his back, taking the other guy's cock while the woman rode his tongue. Shane checked his phone to see if he had any new messages. He looked over at me grinning, “I’m so horny,” he started stroking himself. “Dude, me too,” I huffed, loosening my grip so I don’t cum too quickly. “Would you be down for that?” Shane asked, nodding to the screen as he reached over for his weed. I looked back at the screen, it was a close up of the one guys dick sinking into the other guys asshole and I laughed, thinking he was joking. He blew out smoke and passed the joint to me. I could tell from the look on his face that he was serious. I took a hit, “Which?” I blew out the smoke and passed it back to him. “Either,” he shrugged and took a long hit. I chuckled, “I don’t know, I’ve never done anal.” “In any way,” I felt the need to add. He passed me back the joint, “Have you ever played with your hole?” I shrugged, feeling no hangups at this point, “I’ve…dabbled, I guess.” I passed it back to him. “Really? Like a finger or a dildo?” “A finger,” I scrunched up my face. “I do not own a dildo.” He chuckled, “Hey, this is a safe space, you can get dildos that are not shaped like a cock that are designed just for anal stimulation,” he smiled at me, passing the joint back to me. I took a deep hit. “Did you…” His phone buzzed before he could finish his thought. I hoped it was Veronica saying she was outside. I watched as Shane texted back quickly. Then his phone buzzed again, and he texted back again. I took another hit of the weed, slowly stroking my dick with my free hand, watching his dick bob as he used both hands to text. I grabbed my drink and shifted in the bed so I could use the pillows along the headboard. My feet were stretched out on the bed down by Shane, and I could feel the warmth on the mattress from where his body had just been lying a moment ago. Shane sighed, setting his phone on the dresser, then looked over at me as he took his dick back in hand and started stroking it again. “Was that Veronica?” I asked. “She’s running late,” he shrugged. His eyes went from mine down my body, between my legs. “How often do you finger your hole?” I felt my heart rate speed up as I put the lid back on the Gatorade. “Ummm…I don’t know, once in a while, when I’m really horny...and taking my time, I guess.” I bent my left knee up so my foot was by my ass and knee in the air, my right foot tucked in to meet my left like a dead butterfly. I noticed how often he was glancing at my hole, and it was turning me on in a weird way, especially since he was talking about it. He scoots back on the bed, filling the space where my feet were and leaning against the wall. His hips were close to my feet, and I could feel his body heat radiating to my toes. I let my left knee drift to lean against the wall so I could see his face again, his eyes were...locked on my balls? Maybe lower. “How do you do it when you do it?” He asked, his eyes making their way back to mine. I felt a rush of heat hitting my chest, and I passed the last of the joint back to him. His arm brushed hard against my raised knee as he reached for it. “Umm…I don’t know, I just use a little vaseline and…you know,” I turned my hand palm up and started wiggling my middle finger up the same way I would finger a womans clit. “You use your middle finger?” I chuckled, “Yeah? What finger do you use?” He smirked, “I use both my fingers,” he held up his index finger and middle finger. “I’ve done that too,” I blurted out unprovoked. He smiled, “Really? How many fingers have you had in your ass?” “At one time?” He chuckled, “Yeah?” I felt embarrassed but answered anyway, “Ok, one time, I was chatting with someone online, like really filthy chat, and she convinced me to try three fingers.” I couldn’t help but grin with pride and embarrassment. He didn’t mock me like I expected; he actually nodded along like he was impressed. “Three fingers, but you wouldn’t do that?” He pointed at the screen again. My eyes followed his finger and on screen the cut to the close up of the guy on his back getting fucked by the other dude. I shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s way different than fingers.” He chuckled, “not really, I mean, think about it,” he held up his hand, putting the tips of his index, middle, and ring fingers together, then brought it down to his hard dick and lined them up. “It’s basically the same,” he shrugged. “Not even close,” I held up my fingers in the same formation. He quickly sat up and shifted, getting between my legs, pulling my hand down to his dick and I accidentally touched it as he compared my fingers to his girth. “It really is about the same.” I chuckled, “No way dude, look at it,” I put the three tips of my fingers to the head of his cock and it gave me a rush as the velvety tip brushed my pads. “Well, sure, the head is bigger, but how far did you get those fingers in?” I looked at my fingers for a second, “I don’t know, I couldn’t see, but it felt like they were at least to here,” I used my thumb to indicate the section just below my knuckle on my forefinger. He grabbed my hand again and lined it up with his dick which was pumping out heat. “See, at that part I think your fingers are even thicker than my dick.” He smiled with pride about being right. “Maybe it wasn’t that far,” I tried to walk it back. He made a knowing face. “Did you like it?” “I don’t know, I was kinda caught up in the moment,” I admitted. He gave me that look again. “Did you cum?” “Of course.” “With the fingers in your ass?” I thought about it for a second. “I think so, yeah.” “Well, there you go, see, you could do that, and enjoy it.” He looked back at the screen, accidentally resting his hand on my right thigh. We both watched in silence, stroking ourselves slowly for a moment while the camera cut back and forth between the close up of the guy getting fucked and then to him eating the girl out while also stroking his massive dick. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that as he slowly stroked his dick, his fist accidentally bumped into my balls a few times. I’ve jerked off with buddies back in high school before, so I’m not uncomfortable with touching another guy, but I don’t really know Shane this well, and it feels different when he touches me. Good different, I guess, but all this talk about our potential threesome involving anal sex between us has my buzzed brain spinning. Shane let out a soft moan and squeezed my thigh, jerking my attention back to how close we both are, and Veronica hasn’t even shown up yet. Shane was fixated on the TV, and it gave me a chance to really take him in. As he jerked himself off I could see the muscles hidden under his skinny build, and the way he strokes his dick had me in a bit of a trance. My mind kept drifting between wanting to touch it and thinking about Anya touching it. I wonder if she let him rawdog her? Then if I touched his dick, it would be kinda like I touched her pussy….right? “Fuck man, I need to calm down or I’m going to shoot before she gets here,” Shane said, releasing his dick and contorting himself around to reach for a little brown bottle on his dresser. He shook it, uncapped it, then held one side of his nose closed as he inhaled slowly on the other side. Then he repeated it on the other nostril. The way he relaxed immediately and looked high as fuck made me curious. “What’s that?” “Poppers,” he held the bottle out for me to take. “It helps you relax, and when you’re on the edge, it helps you to keep control of your nut,” he chuckled. I took the bottle from him and followed his example. The fumes were intense and holy shit did I get a rush. My heart started racing, and I could suddenly feel every nerve ending in my body as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh shit,” I whispered. “Right?” He chuckled, putting both his hands on my thighs and rubbing up and down a few inches below my crotch. “Damn, that’s intense,” I felt my head spinning as I relaxed into the mattress. “It’s like a horny drug,” he chuckled. I do feel even more horny. I don’t think I was any less close from blowing my load, but man do I feel horny. Shane grabbed the bottle of lube on the mattress and dripped a good a mount on his dick, stroking himself to coat his meat. “Want more lube?” He held the bottle out. I took it and dripped some more on my dick, again a little more than I wanted to and it dribbled down my balls. I instinctively brought my free hand down and tried to catch the drip. Shane huffed, “Trying to finger yourself?” I chuckled, “No, I was trying to keep the lube off your mattress.” “Oh, here I thought you were going to put on a show.” The idea now planted in my head I did kinda want that anal stimulation. Would it be weird if I fingered myself in front of Shane? Would he even care? I felt his fist bump my balls again as he stroked himself. I’m not sure if he even realized he did it; he was so transfixed on the TV. I liked it, though. I kinda want him to do it some more. I slowly stretched my legs out over his bent knees, his hairy thighs brushing the back of my thighs as I did. He looked over at me as my legs landed. “Sorry, I was getting a cramp,” I lied, but it brought me close enough to the flight path of him stroking himself that his knuckles started bumping my balls with every other pass. “It’s cool, get comfortable,” he said, and then leaned back a little which spread his knees a little more under my thighs, holding himself up with his left hand as his right stroked his dick. Now every stroke of his dick was bumping my balls and it was sending my brain into a horny spiral. I started stroking my dick faster. “Oh shit, that probably feels so good,” Shane grinned at the TV, stroking his dick a little faster. I turned my head to look at the TV and saw the guy getting fucked shooting his load on his chest as the other guy pulled out and shot his load on that guys balls and the camera zoomed in on the juices dripping down to the guys asshole. “Damn,” I added, trying not to cum. “I would’nt pull out though,” Shane chuckled and I realized he was thinking it must have felt good to be fucking that guy as he shot his load instead of being the guy getting fucked. “Yeah, me neither,” I felt the need to add. Then I grabbed the little brown bottle and took another hit. “Fuck, that got me close too,” he said, reaching for the bottle after I inhaled a second time. I watched Shane close his eyes and take a hit, feeling the rush wash over my body, I don’t know why I did it, but as he was taking a hit on the other side I reached out and gave his dick a couple strokes which caused him to moan and he grinned at me through half lidded eyes and I stopped stroking him. Another scene started playing on the TV, featuring two different men and a different woman. This time, they were checking into a hotel, and one of them said, “I’m so glad we’re finally off the road.” She parked her roller bag and added, “I never want to get in the car again,” then stretched her back by bending over and touching her toes. “Do you need a massage?” The second guy asked, and then the music kicked in. “Do you need a massage?” Shane asked and squeezed my thighs, the head of his dick brushing against my balls and then sliding down to my lube drenched grundle before he pulled back. I chuckled, “I need Veronica to get here. I’m so horny.” “Yeah, fuck, me too,” he contorted himself to grab his phone without leaving his spot on the bed. He sent a quick text and set the phone down. Immediately his hand went back to stroking his cock. “You know what would be hot?” “What?” “Ah…no, never mind,” he shook his head and turned back to the TV. “Well, now I need to know,” I pressured. “It’s stupid, I don’t know why I said anything,” he kept looking at the TV. “Dude, come on, what would be hot?” He turned to look at me and grabbed the bottle of poppers, taking a hit as if that would change the subject. Then he handed me the bottle. I grabbed it, adding, “Bro, just tell me,” and inhaled deep. He closed his eyes, still holding his last hit in. Then I took a hit on the other side as he exhaled. “Fuuuck,” he said and squeezed my upper thighs really hard, and it made me moan and exhale my hit. I felt the rush washing over me. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation and mumbled, “Just tell me.” “Ugh, ok, but don’t judge me,” he prefaced. I shook my head, implying I won’t judge. “It would be kinda hot to see how you finger yourself as you jerk off…you know, while we wait on Veronica.” With the rush at its peak, I mumbled, “Mmm…yeah, it would.” “For real? You’ll do it?” He got all excited. Before I could think about it, I shrugged, “If you want…I mean, it feels good,” I chuckled. He grabbed the lube and handed it to me instantly, popping the lid as he did, which got a chuckle from both of us. My rush started to come down as I poured some lube into my left hand and circled my pucker with my fingers. The cool lube grounded me a little, and I started to think this might be a bridge too far. “Are you sure you want to watch?” He grinned, “Fuck yeah, it’ll be so hot to watch you pleasure yourself like that.” He stroked his dick a few strokes. “Wait,” he nearly shouted. Grabbing a pillow, he pushed my legs back and stuck the pillow under my lower back and upper ass cheeks. “This way I can really see it,” he grinned and grabbed the lube. “Want some more?” He uncapped it. I held out my hand and he squirt a dollop on my fingers, then squirt more on his dick and started stroking himself. I turned to watch the TV. I couldn’t watch him while doing this. I learned the hard way that I had to concentrate on relaxing my sphincter for this to feel good, and with him watching me, there was added pressure. Thankfully, my head was spinning from the poppers, weed, and whatever was mixed in with the Gatorade, so as soon as I took my lubed fingers and circled my hole, it instantly felt good and like I could just go for it. Out of caution, though, just using my middle finger, I pushed the tip into my slick pucker, and it went in pretty easily. The feeling of being gently stretched always felt good, but with his lube, it was even better. “Oh shit, that’s hot man,” Shane grabbed my legs and gently spread them a little wider to get a better view, then quickly returned to slowly stroking his dick which I could see was starting to form precum at the tip so I know he wasn’t just saying that, he was really enjoying what he was seeing. I decided to push it into the next knuckle, which was a little uncomfortable for a second, but as I wiggled it inside, it quickly started to feel good. “Keep jerking yourself too,” Shane encouraged, scooting closer to me in excitement. Now as he stroked his dick his fist was bumping into the back of my hand and I felt the precum from his tip a he accidentally rubbed the head on my hand too. My first thought was that’s gross, but as his fist gently bumped the back of my hand on the next stroke, it vibrated through my hand and into my hole, and that was a new feeling I instantly enjoyed. I didn’t tell him he was bumping my hand, since he didn’t seem to care, and after a few more strokes, I was so turned on I was ready to insert another finger. Still, I wasn’t sure if that was taking this too far or if he wanted to see me do it, so I just kept wiggling my middle finger as deep as I could get it while my right hand stroked my dick in time with his stroking. “This feels good,” I whispered in a breathy voice. His eyes latched onto mine. “Yeah?” “Oh yeah,” I confessed. He put his hands on my thighs, gently squeezing as his cock bobbed up and down and his precum smeared on the back of my hand. “Add another finger,” he suggested. I raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” “Fuck yeah,” he insisted. “Want more lube?” He grabbed the bottle and uncapped it. “Umm, sure,” I pulled my finger out and let him dribble an excessive amount into the trench between my middle and index finger. Then he put a little more on his dick, giving himself a few strokes as I returned my fingers to my hole. This time, as I slowly inserted both fingers, he watched in awe as I slowly slid them in as deep as they would go. The stretching was intense, but I felt the need to impress him by doing it without stopping. Like, somehow I’m not a man if I can’t insert two fingers without wincing. “Damn Zach, that’s so hot, look how tight your ass fits around your fingers.” Shane's eyes were like saucers as he watched me finger myself with two fingers now. In his excitement he shifted his weight again an was humping his dick across the back of my hand for a few pumps of his hips before he settled back down and started stroking his dick directly against the back of my hand. The vibration with two fingers in my hole was an insane amount of pleasure. So much so, I found myself trying to pull my fingers deeper into my hole than I had ever done by myself. “Does it feel good?” I let out a very breathy, “Yeah.” “Shit, it’s so hot. Is that weird to say? Fuck, I don’t care man, it’s really hot, you look so hot doing it.” He put his left hand on my thigh, leaned over me really quickly, his dick dragging up my arm, precum streaking in my arm hair until his balls landed on my wrist as he grabbed the little brown bottle next to my shoulder. “Dude, you’re so fucking sexy like this,” he almost mumbled to himself as he opened the bottle and put it under my nose, plugging one side and then the other as I inhaled deep without taking my fingers out of my hole or off my cock. The rush crashing over me like a tidal wave. I felt my hole relax around my fingers, and I was able to push them even deeper in. “Mmmm,” I moaned as my eyelids closed and all of my other senses heightened. I felt my horniness increase from the pleasure of my fingers in my hole. My strokes on my cock were intensified, the heat coming from Shane being under my legs and his dick putting off an amazing amount of heat as it rest against the back of my hand was intense while I heard him take a hit of the poppers. “Fuck dude,” he breathed out before taking another hit and holding it. As he breathed it out he grabbed his dick and started stroking himself. I continued stroking myself and fingering myself as the poppers peaked and then subsided, bringing myself back to the edge and then holding off, letting Shane vibrate my fingers inside me with his jerking off between my legs. It was all so surreal, I almost forgot about Veronica until I heard Shane’s phone buzz. He didn’t seem to hear it because he just kept stroking himself while watching my fingers wiggling inside my tight pucker. “Is that Veronica?” I asked. “Huh? Oh, shit,” he grumbled and grabbed his phone. “She just got out of work, she needs to go to her place and shower before she comes over,” he read me the bullet points. He sent a quick text and then put the phone back down. “We can wait, this is already hotter than I thought it would be,” he said, grabbing my thigh with his left hand and his dick with his right, shifting his weight again and I swear he was so close his ball brushed against the back of my hand before he settled. “Should we…wait for her? I don’t want to accidentally cum,” I chuckled. “Fuck that, she’ll get here when she gets here, I’m having too much fun,” he grinned. “Unless you want to stop,” he added. I shook my head no. I was too close to blowing my load to think clearly. The sex fog in my brain had me feeling good all around. “Good,” he said. “Want some more?” He held up the bottle of poppers. I nodded yes. “Yeeeeah boooy,” he leaned over me again. Again his balls dangled over the hand in my ass, his dick sliding along my dick was so weird but oddly a turn on at the same time. He helped me take another hit before he settled back down to take a hit of his own. Capping the bottle he got up on his knees a little, grabbing my thighs he rocked his hips so his dick slid up along my cock and his balls gently banged into the back of my hand and he let out a heavy breath. He did this through the entire peak of my popper high and his until we both settled down and started stroking our dicks again. “Fuck dude, do you want to try for a third finger?” I grinned and nodded yes. I was feeling so good that a third finger could only enhance this situation. Shane grabbed the lube and put the tip just under my balls and squeezed. I felt the liquid hit my grundle and drip down, and I caught it with the fingers still in my hole. “Wait, wait, wait,” Shane said, capping the lube and grabbing the poppers. He stuck them back under my nose, and I took a hit. “Deeper this time and hold it,” he said, holding it under the other nostril. I did as I was told and took a really deep breath until I thought my lungs would pop. “That’s it,” he said, taking a quick hit for himself and settling back down. Then he hooked his hands under my knees and pushed them back toward my chest so he could watch. “Ok, now,” he said, finally exhaling. With the rush washing over me, I didn’t focus on him holding my knees up and just focused on the pleasure of all of this. Slowly sliding my middle and index finger out, I quickly adjusted my fingers and pushed back in slowly, adding my ring finger this time. “Oh shit,” I groaned as I quickly hit the first knuckle and it was already more stretching than just two fingers flexing inside. “That’s it, keep going,” he encouraged. “This is so hot.” I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes closed. I tried to focus on relaxing, and it actually worked. My fingers slid into the second knuckle, and now I knew I was more stretched out than I had ever been, so I had to stop pushing in. “Oh shit Zach, that’s so hot!” Shane's excitement was intoxicating. “Keep going, see if you can get them even deeper.” I slowly pushed even deeper, letting out a groan and clenching my hole around my fingers as I did. It didn’t hurt as much as it was uncomfortable and hard to do from this angle…but yeah, the new diameter was a bit intense. “Ungh, I can’t go any deeper,” I admitted. “Shit, dude, that’s still so hot. Does it feel good?” He let my legs go back down and started stroking himself with his right hand and rubbing higher up on my thigh with his left hand. I groaned, “It’s ok, I’m getting used to it.” He chuckled, “Dude, I’m so turned on by it. I know that sounds weird, but I don’t care, man. Something about it just looks so hot,” he grinned at me. “Can you pump in and out like before?” I tried to pump in and out, but the best I could do was wiggle my wrist, and my fingers gyrated in me a little. “Mmmph…I can’t.” He rubbed both of my thighs up and down, letting his dick rub the back of my hand as he slowly slid his hands up so his thumbs could massage my crotch. “Do you want me to try?” I opened my eyes to see his still locked on my hand or maybe his dick, it’s hard to tell. “What do you mean?” He looked up at me and smiled, “Can I try fingering you?” I swallowed hard, “I don’t know, that’s kinda…you know.” He chuckled, “Dude, it’s no big deal, I’ve let a guy do it to me before, it always feels better when someone else fingers you.” “Really?” “Yeah,” he scrunched up his face as if I asked the dumbest question in the world. “I guess, if you want to, it could be cool,” I said, slowly pulling my fingers from my hole. He didn’t hesitate and reached for the lube, coated the fingers on his left hand, then lifted my balls with his right hand so he could see what he was doing and slowly slid his fingers down my grundle into my crack and then found my pucker. “Oh…ahhhmmm,” I breathed out as he circled the ring and landed in the center. My pucker instinctively tightened before he could push one finger in, but he pushed just hard enough that his finger pushed in and kept going until he had it all the way on. “Ahhh…shit,” his finger was a bit more rigid and overall bigger than mine and it stung a lot more than when I used mine. “Oh shit, that feels so good, holy shit dude,” he comented as he did more of an in and out motion as opposed to the wiggling I did with my finger. “I can feel you gripping my finger dude, that’s so fucking hot,” he chuckled. “Ungh, shit, it’s so weird,” I groaned. “I’m going to put a second finger in,” he said, as he was already sliding the first finger out to add the second, and without pausing, pushed in two fingers. “Oh fuck, Shane…ahhh, that’s, ahhh,” I hissed but then he twisted his hand so it was palm up and did this Spiderman thing where he pressed his fingers hard into my anal wall and I had a rush of intense pleasure. “Oh, shit, that…that feels better,” I was squirming under his assault on what turns out to be my prostate. “That’s the spot?” He pressed even harder with each click of his fingers. “Ungh…yeah, oh man,” I grabbed my dick and started jerking off. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t waste it. “You like it?” He asked in a breathy voice, stroking his dick with his other hand. I could only nod yes as I breathed heavily and stretched my legs over his thighs, my toes starting to curl from the pleasure. “Damn dude, you’re ass is so warm and tight, it’s like trying to eat my fingers. Do you want me to try a third?” He pulled his two fingers to just the tips as he asked the question, not waiting for the answer, he aligned his fingers and started pushing in. “Ahhhgh, that’s too much,” I groaned. “Let me add more lube,” he said, reaching for the lube without removing his fingers from my hole. “Shit, I don’t think lube will help,” I hissed. “Let’s see, I need more for my dick anyway,” he popped the cap, pulling his fingers out except the tip and added more lube, then slowly pushed them back in. Holding his fingers at two knuckles deep, not moving a muscle, it gave me a chance to breathe. He drizzled more lube on his dick and before he capped the lube he asked, “Do you need more on your dick?” I shook my head no and he capped it, smearing the lube all over his dick. “Damn dude, I’ve never had anything this tight on my fingers. Does it feel good?” I sighed, “It’s alright. Just hold it there.” He did as he slowly stroked his dick. After a minute, he slowly started pulsing his fingers, almost like he was trying to spread my hole instead of fingering it, but it was so gentle it actually felt really good, and I started jerking off to the new pleasure. “Jesus, I can feel your ass clamp down and then relax on my fingers, like it’s your heartbeat. Does it feel good?” I nodded, “It’s better.” I was slowly jerking myself because every few strokes I felt him hit my prostate and it would almost make me cum, and I definitely didn’t want to cum before Veronica got here. Oh shit, Veronica… “Did Veronica text?” “No.” He kept pulsing his fingers. “Are you…mmm….are you sure?” He dropped his dick and reached for his phone. “Nah, not yet.” Then I heard a notification chime. “I put the volume up so we’ll know for sure when she texts.” He put the phone back down and started stroking his dick again. “Shit, I think we should stop until she gets here,” I dropped my dick. “No way, dude, this is too much fun.” I felt his fingers go deeper in my hole, just a little bit but enough to feel it deep in my guts, “Ungh…fuck…I don’t want to cum before she gets here…ungh, and I’m getting close,” I warned. He handed me the little brown bottle, “Here, these will help.” I didn’t hesitate and took a hit. “Take another hit, a really big one this time, and hold it as long as you can.” I did as he instructed, and the rush was so intense I almost blacked out before exhaling. “Oh fuuuck,” I mumbled. “Better?” “Mmmm, yeah,” I groaned and spread my legs a little wider. “Yeah, that’s it, fucking feels good doesn’t it?” He managed to push his fingers a little deeper. “Ahhh….mmmm, yeah, fuck, so good,” I tossed my head from side to side on the mattress. I can’t believe how good this feels. Then he took it up a notch and was suddenly stroking my dick while fingering my ass. “Ohhh God….yeah, that, that…” was all I could mumble. He chuckled, “Damn Zach, you really like getting your ass played with, huh?” I rubbed my face and mumbled, “I didn’t…ungh, now I do.” He stroked me a little faster and harder, so he was pounding down on my crotch at the same time pushing up on my prostate. “Oh FUCK, Shane…I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” I squirmed under him, my legs wrapped around his back. He dropped my dick and slowly pulled his fingers out of my hole. “Damn dude, that was so hot, I can’t get over how tight you are. I’ll bet it would feel so good on my dick.” He started stroking his dick with his right hand again, his left hand lifting my balls and then letting his thumb drop down to my pucker in the gentlest touch. I was completely blown away by the stimulation he had just given me, and yeah, I heard what he said, but it hadn’t yet registered —what he said. As the intensity started to simmer down, my breathing coming back to normal, I could hear the porn again and glanced at the screen. Much like the previous video, the two guys were fucking, this time the first guy was laying like I am with the guy between his legs like Shane is between mine, just railing him, and the rigl is bobbing her head up and down on his cock and the dude looks like his mind is blown…not unlike mine right now. “That looks so hot, doesn’t it?” Shane asked. I reached for my dick which had finally settled down enough that I could start stroking it again without popping off. “Yeah,” I nodded without taking my eyes off the video. Shane chuckled, “Zach, would it be crazy…would you let me try putting my dick in you?” My head snapped back to Shane, trying to focus on his face, expecting him to be joking, “What?” He grinned, “Just the tip, you know, just to feel how tight you are.” My face scrunched up, “I don’t know, man, that’s pretty gay.” “It’s no more gay than what we already did.” He started rubbing his thumb over my lubed hole. “Mmm, yeah, but, it is, it’s not a finger, it’s your dick,” I tried to laugh it off. “Come on, man, I’ve never felt any hole so tight, let me just feel your ring around the head and then I’ll pull out.” “I don’t know man,” I felt that flush come back to my chest, a nervousness mixed with an extreme horniness. “What’s there to think about? I’m not going to tell anyone, and you liked my fingers so much you almost blew your load.” “Just the tip?” He reached for the lube. “Yeah, it won’t be weird, it’ll probably feel really good for both of us.” He squirt some lube on his fingers and rubbed it on my hole, then added more to his dick, quickly shifting a little closer so he had to push his cock down to reach my hole. His left hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing between my leg and grundle I felt his cock slip down between my ass cheeks, slick as all hell it slid right over my hole and I let out a sigh. He lowered his dick even more, the tip centering on my pucker and he nudged the head in, using gentle rocking until he finally gave it a little extra pressure and my hole stopped resisting his girth and it popped in with a sting. “Ahhh, FUCK, no pull it out!” I growled. The pain shot into my guts like someone fired a gun into my ass. He rubbed my thigh, “Dude, I’m not even in yet, you gotta let me get the head in.” He reached over and grabbed the poppers to hand them to me. “Here, take a hit, it’ll help you relax.” I quickly uncapped the bottle and took a deep hit, then another. The rush was a million times better than the sting of his dick. “Take another hit, a big one on each side, and really hold it.” Shane started adding gentle pressure this time. Shifting his weight for more leverage as I took my hits and held it like he asked. The wave crashed over me and I felt myself start to relax and let his dick push into my hole. This time, without the sting, the head sank into my hole with a smooth warmth and added pressure to my prostate. We both let out an “mmmm” as we held it there. He was restraining from pushing deeper, and I was restraining from pushing him out. “Fuck that feels good. I can feel your hole clamp down on me. Can you feel me in you?” I nodded and groaned, “It’s weird.” “Good weird or bad weird?” “Just…weird,” I felt the poppers hit their peak and my hole relaxed a little more around his cock. “Oh fuck, I can feel your hole trying to suck me in like it did with my fingers.” He had both hands on my upper thighs now, his cock slowly inching it’s way a little deeper. “Holy shit Zach, it’s so warm, like a silk pillow wrapped tightly around my tip…I’m gonna push a little deeper, see if you can handle more of me.” “Ungh, wait,” I groaned, but didn’t really put up a fight as he sank two more inches into me. “Ahhh…fuck, ok, that’s enough,” I groaned when he got a little too deep and I felt a pang. He stopped pushing and grabbed the poppers, taking a deep hit. “Fuck dude, you’re so tight I almost nut when you clamped down just now,” he chuckled as he exhaled. “Dude, what? You better not cum in me,” I clamped down instinctively and he gripped my thighs tight with his hands. “Oooh, shit, dude, if you don’t want me to nut right now you need to relax,” he whispered as if the vibration of sound would set him off. “Shane, no, you need to pull out,” I insisted. “Can’t, you’re clamped so tight, if I move I’m gonna blow,” he whispered again. I grabbed the poppers from him and took a deep hit, then another. As the rush hit me, I took another deep hit and another for good measure, feeling my body completely relax to the point where my dick started going soft. Shane noticed and started stroking my dick for me as the poppers did their thing. “Shit….ok, I can feel you relaxing,” Shane said and slowly pushed deeper into me. “Ahhh, fuck, Shane, you’re pushing in, you need to pull out,” I groaned feeling him hit deep in my guts and the feeling was a new height of pleasure that almost made me blow my load. “Does it feel good?” “Mmm…yeah, but I don’t want you to cum in me…and I don’t want to cum before Veronica gets here,” I mumbled and clenched on his dick again. “Oh fuck, dude, that feels so good, you feel so good, I don’t want to pull out yet. Can’t we just do this until she gets here?” “I don’t know, ungh,” he rocked his hips a hair, “Are you….do you just want to hold it there?” He pulsed his dick inside me, “I can hold it, or I can give you a few pumps,” he rocked his hips out a tiny bit and then back in. “Ungh…fuck” I groaned. “It feels good, right?” “Mmmm, yeah but…” “So let me get a few pumps in, just until Veronica gets here,” he insisted. “Is she going to be here soon?” “She’ll be here any minute, I think,” he rocked his hips again, the pain gone and nothing but pleasure this time. “Fuck…ok, but…mmm, ok, we should use a condom though,” I moaned. “Why? You can’t get pregnant?” “Yeah, but…” “I’m not going to cum in you, I’m saving it for her,” he rocked his hips in a slightly bigger stroke. “Ungh, ok, just a few minutes until she gets here,” I caved, grabbing my dick. He leaned over me and started to slowly pump his hips in and out, his dick sliding in deeper and then back out until it almost popped out, then he’d pump all seven inches back into me and grind on my ass. “Your ass feels so good, I love how tight you are,” he mumbled between thrusts. I kept stroking my dick, but as I felt myself getting close I’d stop stroking, even though he kept pumping into me. After only a couple of minutes, it was feeling so good that stopping jerking wasn’t going to do it, so I grabbed the poppers and took a deep hit, then another. Shane smiled at me as my rush peaked and he thrust a little harder into me, his cock hitting even deeper inside me. His face looked like he was in pure bliss, and I was getting nervous. I offered him the poppers, and he nodded yes. Taking a good hit on both sides, but he kept slowly pushing in and grinding as he did. “Oh man, Zach, this is the best ass I’ve ever had, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” “Dude, you need to hold out. Veronica will be here soon,” I groaned, feeling him hitting deep with every pump. “I can nut twice, I need to nut,” he said, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slamming into my ass for a few strokes and then he slammed hard into me and I felt his dick throb, “Ungh,” he slammed into me again, and his cock slid with no friction, so smooth it felt so good and wet. “Mmmm.” he moaned quietly as he stopped moving inside me. “Fuck, did you just cum inside me?” I asked, feeling his dick still twitching inside me. “Oh yeah, fuck, Zach, you’re hole is so tight, I couldn’t hold it,” He chuckled, still holding himself over me he slowly sat up straight and put his hands on my thighs as he caught his breath. “Dude, I told you not to cum in me,” I was having mixed feelings, it felt so good, but I was also angry. “Sorry dude, it just happened, I couldn’t help it,” he slowly started to pull out, and my hole suddenly felt empty. “What about Veronica?” I asked. He grabbed his phone, “Oh shit, she text.” He started texting her back. I started stroking my dick, “Is she almost here?” “Damn dude, I had a lot of lube on my fingers, I think I turned the ringer on and then back off by accident.” “Ok, is she here?” He sent a text, “I think she got here but forgot which apartment I’m in and then left when I didn’t respond to her half dozen messages and two phone calls.” He looked over at me with a guilty look on his face. “Are you serious?” I felt my blood boiling. “Yeah dude, look,” he showed me her response to his most recent message, saying, “I left,” time-stamped 12:04 a.m. Now it’s 12:05 am. I couldn’t think straight, “Fuck, I can’t believe…..FUCK,” I felt dirty and used, as I rolled off the bed and yanked my clothes back on. “Sorry, man, it was an accident,” Shane was trying to calm me down, but I wouldn’t hear it. I just kept grumbling about how this is bull shit, gathered my things and stormed out. The next day, after classes, I had a shift at the coffee shop with Anya. “You look like shit,” she said. “I had a late night,” I said, grabbing a mug and pouring myself some coffee. “How was spring break?” She asked. “It was ok, I guess, how was yours?” “Ugh, it was ok, I ended up going home…” “Because you broke up with Shane?” I was about to launch into how ‘he’s an asshole’ but then she corrected me. “Well, yeah, but he called me up a few days ago and apologized, so we’re good now,” she then launched into a long story about something that happened to her at home. All I could think was how Shane lied to me about being broken up, fucked me, nut in me, and…what else was he lying about?

Hi! This is my first story that I've ever written. I'm not a writer at all and I don't claim to be good at it but I wanted to contribute something to this site. There are probably a ton of typos and grammar mistakes. Feedback and comments appreciated. Definitely a WIP. Part 1: My name is Ian. Just a regular young gay. 5'8. 175 pounds. Very middle of the pack in terms of looks. I'm barely 20 and currently on summer break from college. I'm staying with my parents while I wait for the next Fall semester to begin. I couldn't find a summer job so I'm absolutely broke. No money, no dates, no fun. Before this summer, I've only had sex once in my life, it was while I was away at college last semester. I ended up playing with an older, bearish guy, maybe in his 40s. I guess I have a thing for older men. He was kind of shady but lived close to the campus I studied at. I got really horny one day and he ended up messaging me. We met up at his place and traded blowjobs. He wanted to "put the tip in me" My anxiety flared but I declined and said I had to go. He tried to get me to stay and fool around more but I managed to muster up enough courage to tell him no and leave. That was the extent of my sexual experience. I still think about that moment, what if I let that guy fuck me? Would it have felt amazing? What if he gave me an STI or something? I was too anxious to try anything with anybody else the rest of the semester but sometimes I would think about that encounter when I jerked off. One day, I was bored at my parent's place so I decided to hop on one of the gay apps. I wasn't looking for a hookup, I was just being nosey and I wanted to see who the local gays were around my parent's town. *DING DING* I got a message on the app shortly after logging on. PapaTop was his name. He didn't have his age in his profile or any kind of bio but I'd guess early to mid 60s from his pics. He was a big man, 6'3, 350 pounds. Balding with big sloppy belly that hung out of his tank top in all of his pictures, and wrinkled skin. Big impressive gray beard but if I'm being honest he was not a very handsome man at all. He fit the description of a dirty old man. His first message was a compliment towards me which made me feel obligated to message him back. "You're a handsome boy. How are you?" "Fine." I responded. "How about you?" He immediately responded "Horny. Looking for a hole to unload in. You're my type. Small and easy to throw around, lol" I was kind of shocked about how forward he was but I kinda blushed because someone was giving me a bit of attention. I replied back with "No thanks, I'm fine." I thought that would be the end of the conversation but he immediately sent me a message back that included several pics of his thick dick, a couple of them looked like he had his bare dick halfway inside a few different assholes. He cock had to be at least 7 or 8 inches long, I was a bit surprised. "You sure boy? I want to slide into you deep. I’m all top, I only fuck raw, and I got a lot of dick to give." I didn't respond. I started to feel hot and my cock twitched just a bit but there was no way I was going to hook up with someone who was old enough to be my grandpa. He had a nice cock but you couldn't pay me enough to hook up with him. Later that night, I got into bed and I felt a bit horny from earlier. I was bored of the usual material I used to jerk off with so I picked up my phone and started scrolling through that app again. For some reason I clicked on my messages with PapaTop and reread them. The pictures he sent along with his dirty talk made my dic twitch again.. I thought to myself that maybe I can do a little sexting with him to get a quick nut off. Shouldn't hurt right? I messaged him back. "How deep, Papa?" My cock sprung up thinking about his thick meat sliding into me. A few minutes passed and he messaged me back. "Balls deep, Boy.. I wanna take you to paradise. Boys get addicted my dick after I've bred them." We messaged back and forth for a bit, sharing pics and dirty talk. I was mostly leading him on for mental images to store in the spank bank, I had no intentions on hooking up with this giant troll. I just wanted to use him for a quick nut. I started stroking my dick as we chatted. He started getting very vulgar with his dirty talk. Telling me how I could be his live-in fuck boy. How we could play together all the time, and he'd fuck me good. Make sure I'm charged every night. At the time I didn't understand what being charged meant so I just played along and said "Yeah. That's hot, tell me more Daddy." I started stroking my cock faster. "I want you to come to my house. As soon as you come in, you're going to strip completely naked and put my ass on my face, boy. You're going to get tongue fucked until you're wet amd loose and then daddy is going to fuck you good. Daddy's going to plant his poz seed in your ass and make you my dirty son." Wait, poz seed? I was a bit inexperienced but I knew being poz meant he had HIV. And he wanted to infect me? Make me his dirty son? My thoughts were all over the place but I felt my body starting to tense up as I thought about his "poz seed" filling me up. He messaged me again. "You want that, boy? You want me to own your ass and give you my toxic load? Come over now boy. It's waiting for you." He sent a The mental image of his thick dick, thrashing and twitching inside of my hole came into view. His dick spewing out poison into my guts while he called me his bitch boy. I popped my nut and several ropes of cum blasted across my belly. Suddenly post nut clarity hit me and I felt disgusted. Did I really just cum from the thought of this old man with HIV fucking me? I put my phone down and went to sleep. The next day I woke up to a message from PapaTop "I'm free today. Come service my dick boy, I have a big load for your ass." I cringed and responded that I was busy. He said that he was free all week and he had a special gift for my ass. The idea made my cock twitch but I fought back the urge to entertain him. "Sorry man, I'm tied up all week." He was persistent. He messaged me for the next few days, practically begging me to come over and sit on his cock. I didn't want to block him because our conversations were actually normal and pleasant when he wasn't trying to seduce me. I tried to change the subject as I usually did, I wanted to make him lose interest in fucking me. We had a very mundane chat about his job as an office manager before he retired. He mentioned a couple of stories about dumb boys he managed to lure into his office so he could breed them during his lunch break. He sounded a bit predatory in his stories, almost like he had to trick or coerce most of his partners into having sex with him, given his looks that was understandable. I tried to prevent the conversation from going into sex talk but that seemed to be on the forefront of his mind at all times. Eventually, the conversation started to dry up... until I mentioned that I was getting my degree in IT. "Boy, you never told me you were good with computers. I actually have an old computer that's been giving me problems, can't get the damn thing to work. Maybe you can come over and take a look at it?" I sighed. Ugh, he just wants me to come over so he can fuck me, I'm not that dumb. "Papa, I don't feel comfortable coming over. You're a nice guy but I don't want anything to happen between us. You're poz and you already told me that you only fuck raw. I'm not interested in taking that risk." "Boy, who said anything about sex? I can be civil. Promise. How about I pay you to come over just to look at my busted computer. Maybe we can have a drink and shoot the shit while you're here. It would be nice to have a little company." It sounded like an easy job and the idea of getting paid sounded good to a broke kid like me but there's no way I'm getting lured into that predator's home with promises of cash and booze. I started typing up another response to tell him no thanks but suddenly the thought of his cock stretching my ass and unloading open entered my mind again. A mix of being horny and curious made me reply back with "If it's just business, that should be fine." I felt uneasy about visiting a stranger's home but the danger kind of gave me an adrenaline rush. I thought to myself that I'm a grown man, I can just leave if things start to get weird. I felt my dick twitch hard after we finalized plans for me to visit. "Boy, I think we're going to have a blast. Can't wait to have you."

Part one build up and previous encounters I am a 6” chunky bear and a bisexual top who likes to bareback. I started out when I discovered public toilets with gloryholes in my twenties and enjoyed getting sucked off by whoever was there mostly older men who seemed to enjoy my 8-inch cock. One day a bloke in his 40’s in stockings motioned for me to come into the cubicle with him I had not done this before preferring being anonymous. But I went in, and he went to town on my cock and wanted me to fuck him, but people kept coming in and out, so he asked if I wanted to go to his flat just down the road. I was so horny and as had never fucked an arse before, so I went with him. Five minutes later we were in the bedroom of his flat we both stripped down and he sucked me for a bit before saying fuck me and lubing his hole. He then got out a little brown bottle and started to sniff them in each nostril then passed the bottle to me. “What are they?” “Poppers take a long sniff in each nostril and hold for as long as you can” I did as he told me the strong smell quickly hit me and had a tremendous rush and passed them back to him, he sniffed again and said fuck me now mate. Now feeling buzzed by the poppers, I really gave him a pounding and then dumped a load deep in him. For the next few years cruised the public toilets near me with the occasional fucking and realising those that used poppers tended to go for it a lot more and were much more up for it. I then moved to a different area and the opportunities dried up and as could not accommodate stopped seeing anyone. Moving on twenty years later married and not getting much sex and wanting to try some man-on-man sex again. Now with the internet found a hook up site so created a profile Bear top looking for bareback bottoms. As I could not accommodate and only occasionally get away from my wife for an hour or so in the evenings turned out to be harder than I hoped to find someone. I then found a guy in his 30’s who could accommodate and just wanted to be fucked bareback which suited me and he was only 20 minutes away. I walked in door he had porn playing I took off my clothes and he was on his knees worshiping my cock a then face fucked him huffing poppers and feeding him then to the turned him around and dumped my raw load in him. All in all, a very satisfying time so thought great and met up for a few times and becoming a regular pump and dump. Then messaged him in morning about the evening and he said had somewhere staying at his for the foreseeable future damn, so my odds-on fuck was out of the window. So back to the hook up site after scrolling through bottoms who could accommodate and did bareback was getting further and further away then I saw Roger’s profile. He was 67 versatile bottom skinny with tattoos a PA piercing and looked very nice also his interests included Bears, fur, rimming, Bareback and kissing which all interested me. Then there were more details that he had a playroom with a sling and was into fisting something I had never thought about but hey if he liked it cool. Then he mentioned enjoying piss play yuck and PNP which I had no idea what that was I decided to send him a message…. to be continued if you like.

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

My name is Dennis now I am 35 years old still muscular and well supplied in pants and a proud poz seed whore. Back in the day when I was in my twenties I was a real woman magnet and devourer. A man women turned around for and hoped I had noticed them. Whenever a handsome one walked by I had always spotted them and usually it didn't take long for them to be pounded open by my cock, after they were filled with my seed they always wanted more and tried to trap me in a relationship but relationships were nothing to me. I didn't want to commit and always wanted other and more. Ideally I wanted to fuck them in the ass but none of them wanted this and so I was left hungry. I wanted to know how it felt to feel a tight and exciting hole sliding over my cock. One evening I was on a chat site looking for a new conquest. My bio said: Dennis 24 years 1 m 85 cm 87 kg muscles and a cock of 22 cm and 6 thick, looking for an ass to be filled. After some disappointing chats I got a message from Sam, 32 j athletic and looking for a solid man for solid sex. the conversation started short and to the point as I liked it. What to find for, what do you fall for, ... The answers I got back were very promising. Ass fucking was no problem, we could meet right away and I was allowed to bare fuck. My pictures excited her but I didn't get any myself because there were no pictures on the PC at work. I thought that was the least of it, the fact that I could finally fuck an ass was enough and Sam had asked if I could wait naked in on my bed, blindfolded and strapped to the bed. She would suck my cock hard and then stick it in her ass. So should she still be ugly as night I still had a blindfold on. 2 h later I got a message that Sam was at my door downstairs. I opened the door set the door to my apartment ajar and, naked and with blindfold on, lay down on my bed and fastened my hands to the headboard. Nerves began to rise a little. Imagine that I was going to be robbed by some gang, I was lying there naked, blindfolded and tied to my bed, I could untie myself but I couldn't do that now either in 1 2 3. But it was too late to back out The door to my apartment closed and I heard Sam enter the room and clothes come off. I felt a tongue licking at my limp pole and nerves immediately gave way to horniness. The idea of a stranger I couldn't see making my rod stiffened me immensely. I felt two hands push my legs open to make room for me to get between them. The next thing was that my foreskin was pulled back and my glans was exposed. I felt two wet lips and a tongue slide over my glans and then my semi-hard pole slid into a warm moist mouth. My mouth fell open because never before had I received such a blow job. That flaccid cock was hard in no time and was throat deep, I heard no gag reflex and even felt attempts to get my cock even deeper down her throat. I wanted to be able to put my hands on her head and thrust but because I was tied up I couldn't. It only made me even hornier. Who was this and this person knew how to give a blowjob. I moaned with pleasure but still I had not heard a sound from the person who was giving me pleasure. This could take forever, this was by far the best blowjob I had ever received but e moist and warm mouth left my now hard and firm cock. I felt Sam shift on the bed. I felt two gentle hands pushing on my legs and a sphincter pushing on my glans. The time had come at last I would fuck an ass. It was just too bad I didn't get to see that moment ass. I felt Sam lower himself down and without effort my glans drilled an opening in the ass and made its way inside. The sphincter opened up nicely and clamped around my inward going cock. I let out a deep moan but to my surprise I heard nothing from Sam. What a woman I thought to myself, she can suck like the best and get a monster of a cock in her ass without screaming to stop. My cock was completely inside her hole, a heavenly feeling. It was a warm and narrow hole and my pole begged to be ridden. I felt the ass resting on my legs and getting used to my monster. Getting used to it didn't take long and slowly Sam began to ride my cock. This was heavenly, the sphincter tightened completely around my pole and slid smoothly over my fat cock. I wanted to grab hold of Sam and be able to thrust my cock hard into her hole but I couldn't. So I began to encourage her to go harder. Ride slut, ride your hole hard on my fat stick. Show how much you like being fucked in the ass by a real guy. Still I heard no moans from Sam. I couldn't hold myself back and went all the way. The encouragement did help as she started riding my fat monster harder and harder. It wouldn't be long before I would squirt and I still want to see her riding my pole. I want to be you riding my pole I called out to Sam and I heard a groaning laugh and an ok. This was the first sound I heard and I was surprised that it didn't sound very feminine. As Sam continued riding my cock I untied my hands and with one hand I grabbed her hip and with my other I pulled off my blindfold. My eyes had to get used to the light for a moment. My other hand gripped the other side of the hip and I began to set the pace. I could see Sam's back and it didn't look very feminine either, sporting broad shoulders and also saw that Sam had short hair. It didn't bother me that she looked masculine from behind because the moment was there to fill the ass up and felt my muscles contract to take the first shot. Here it comes slut I cried out and I felt the first string of seed squirt out of my monster into Sam's hole. The second and the third immediately followed and I felt the hole being filled with my seed. My cock went limp in Sam's hole and Sam straightened up causing my cock to come out of Sam's hole. Sam turned and wanted my cock , but my mouth fell open. My eyes now saw for the first time that Sam was not a woman but a man, not a female type but actually a solid tough man . Sam took my cock in his mouth and wanted to lick it clean . My head was still processing it but my hands pushed him away from me anyway. What are you doing, get off me. Didn't you like it said Sam, judging by your reaction just now, I didn't hear you complaining anyway. I didn't know what to say because he was right I had never had such a blowjob and orgasm. But still, I liked women, also only fucked women and didn't feel good about the idea that I had just fucked a man even though it was, the best I had ever experienced. Sam stood up a put his clothes on while I was still completely out of it from what had just happened. When he was dressed he put his cell number on the dresser. Just in case you feel like it and want to find out what you are missing. I said nothing but thought hell no. Sam went outside and I heard front door of the apartment open and close again. I stayed in my bed for a while longer and tried to grasp it all. The days that followed were an intoxication for me. My thoughts were in knots. On the one hand it was the best sex ever and on the other hand it was with a man. The days went by and by the end of the 2 week I didn't know what to do with my hotness anymore. My head had had enough. It was the best sex and it was with a man. I had enjoyed it until the moment I knew it was a man and my monster wanted more. Even though I wasn't fully convinced yet I took Sam's number which was still on the closet and sent him a message with the much telling the words HI, Dennis here. How are you. Sam sent back almost immediately. S :Here all good, actually expected you earlier.D: Don't actually know what I'm doing, but I want to see you again. S: Lol. What are your plans this weekend. 😧 not much have no plans until I have to go back to work Monday. S: if you want you can feel free to come with me, I'm going to my cottage this weekend 😧 uh, I don't know. I was actually just thinking of fucking you blindfolded again. S: well if you want to fuck me this weekend you will have to come with me. S: you should know I don't oblige you to anything but you certainly wouldn't regret it. S: I am leaving in 2 hours. I can come and pick you up. I will park in front of your door and then I will see if you wait in front of your door or not. If you come with me you don't have to pack much, just some fresh clothes and toothbrush will do. 😧 I'll think about it. 1 hour later 😧 Send me the address then I can drive myself and if I don't feel comfortable I can always leave and you can continue your weekend and you don't have to bring me back. S: You have a point there. I'll send you the address later. Sam sent Dennis the address and what time he was expected. Dennis looked at the message and grew more nervous by the minute. Would he leave, he didn't know the guy and was he sure he wanted to go through with this. But like any guy not he decides not with his mind but with his dick. He took his things put them in a sports bag and left in the direction of Sam's vacation home. It was a 2 hour drive and the whole ride he was nervous, tangling with himself. When he got there he even hesitated for a moment whether he wouldn't just turn back right around, but he didn't have the chance because Sam had seen him drive up and come out. To his surprise, it was not a small house but a large villa he was parked in front of. He stepped out. I'm glad to see you he said, I really didn't think you would come. Yes I am surprised at myself for being here said Dennis. Come let's go inside so you can settle in. With knees buckling and still doubting Dennis stepped inside. Want something to drink asked Sam, you must be thirsty after that long drive. Yes is fine said Dennis. Sam went to the kitchen and came out with 2 filled glasses of Getorade. It's not fresh yet he said because I've only been here an hour myself. No problem said Dennis and because of the nerves drank the whole glass in 1 go. The taste was not as he had expected it but the drink was not cold so it must be because of that he thought. Let me show you your room said Sam with a grin. They went upstairs and Sam opened the door to the room, this is where you sleep. Unless you want to sleep with me he said with a grin. Dennis felt his heart pounding in his throat and grinned back shamefully. We'll see how it goes he said. He stepped into the room and Sam left Dennis alone for a moment so he could unpack his things. When you are ready you should just come downstairs and we can talk for a while he said. Sam put himself on the king-size bed and wondered what he was doing, but he opened his gym bag and took out his things and put his things on a closet. He spun around the room a few more times and gathered all his courage and went back downstairs. While Dennis was upstairs Sam laid out only necessary gear so he could initiate his new prey into the wonderful world of Tina, Xtc, G, seed, hard fucking and total submission. That stupid fucker didn't know what he was getting into but there was no turning back as he had already taken his first dose of G and within minutes would become very willing to give himself completely to his new life as a cum dump. Did it work out said Sam. Yeah thanks said Dennis. What convinced you to come asked Sam. The nerves began to ebb away from Dennis and he began to get more at ease. Well yeah I actually don't know, I guess, I don't know why I came. Aren't you just curious about whether you really love fucking a man said Sam. Yes I think it must be something like that said Dennis. He really just wanted to put his cock back in that ass to experience that blissful feeling again and preferably with a blindfold on so he didn't have to see he was fucking a man. Sam sat down next to him in the seat. I will introduce myself first he said. I am Sam 32 j gay and am both top and bottom but more top than bottom actually. Dennis asked why he hadn't actually said he was a man on the chat. Well you just didn't ask said Sam, should you have asked I wouldn't have lied about it. I am often on the chat looking for men who are bi or men who don't know yet that they are bi or gay. Even though I knew you are straight I wanted to take my chance because I think you will be able to enjoy this. I have been following you for a while and have chatted with you a few times without knowing and you had become a goal for me and look I have been proven right after all. Dennis didn't know whether to feel flattered or angry. But his body began to feel weird, he slowly began to lose control. Do you do this often asked Dennis. Oh once in a while I do try to seduce a straight guy rarely with success, but I hope I've got a bite now said Sam convincingly. Dennis struggled to respond and just nodded. Do you come here often on weekends he tried to keep the conversation somewhat normal. I try to come here twice a month anyway, but this weekend I am meeting up with 7 more friends to celebrate a birthday. Tomorrow the others will come and we will have a party. If you are still here you are certainly welcome to join the celebration. Dennis didn't know what to do anymore. Should he try to walk away now or stay because what this he did not expect there would be 7 other men and what would they think he was here for. He would immediately be considered gay and he wasn't. Sam saw that Dennis was getting harder to focus and saw that the G was starting to do its job. Enough chatting, what do you want to do now that you are here he said. I don't know said Sam, just put on a blindfold and let you do your thing like last time. No more blindfold this time said Sam, that was good for the first time. Now if you still want to fuck my pussy you will have to do something for it. What then? I'm not your disposable object hey said Sam I have my needs too. I don't know if I can and want to do anything with you said Dennis. Let me help you said Sam, let's take away some tension and see how it goes. Ok, said Dennis. Sam got up and went to a cabinet and took out a crystal filled pipe. What is this asked Dennis who was already starting to get a little more into a trance. Well I will melt those crystals later and then you have to inhale the smoke, hold it and then blow out a big white cloud. That will help you get a little calmer and a little looser. You will see if you do this you will be a little less restrained and everything will go by itself and you will see how far you get. Because we're not going to do anything you don't want to do. I don't know said Dennis. I've never done drugs before. Just try it you will see you will be more at ease. Sam lit the lighter and held it under the filled ball of crystals. The crystals began to melt and Sam pushed the pipe to Dennis' mouth which no longer gave resistance. And now inhale deeply and hold it like Sam said. Dennis hesitated for a moment looked into Sam's eyes and breathed in deeply and felt the tina flow into his body and when he couldn't hold it anymore he blew a big white cloud. Good boy said Sam and now again. Dennis obeyed and sucked in the smoke. He felt better and deep inside a horniness welling up. After the 4th puff his eyes were already turning in his head and his hands began to fondle his body. Sam took the pipe back and asked how he felt. I feel horny, dirty and like I could take on the whole world. Good, Sam said exactly what I want to hear. Now I will take a puff myself and then will blow the smoke into your mouth, is that good for you. At this point all was well for Dennis for he was already almost completely off the map. Sam melted the crystals, sucked the smoke, put his hands on Dennis' head and pulled him to his mouth. Placed his lips on Dennis's and blew the smoke into Dennis's mouth. When Sam pulled back, he kissed the lips of Dennis who was enjoying the attention he was receiving with his eyes closed. When Dennis blew out the cloud Sam sucked smoke again and placed his lips back on Dennis' mouth but this time with a little more indulgence again blew the smoke into his mouth and while pushing his tongue in with it. Dennis who was startled by the new sensation he experienced in his mouth tried to pull his head back but couldn't because Sam had a firm grip on him. It was not long before he surrendered to his horniness and he too stuck his tongue in Sam's mouth. The two were now kissing fiercely and Sam pushed Dennis down into the seat and lay on top of him. He kissed him on his neck and with his tongue he went wild. Dennis moaned with pleasure and without realizing it himself his hands were sliding over Sam's body. S: Do you like it D : Hmmmm yes S: Do you want more D : Yes S: then take off your shirt Dennis looked at Sam with longing eyes and took off his shirt and also took off Sam's shirt. Deep inside he was amazed at what he was doing but his body reacted on autopilot, the chems and the horniness. Again they began to kiss fiercely. S: lick my nipples, and show me you want more. The chems were now working at full speed because without the G and the Tina, Dennis probably never would have done or dared to do this. But like a man possessed he began to lick Sam's nipples S: good, show me you want this. Show me that I make you horny. Dennis growled and licked at Sam's nipples and with his hands he went over Sam's back to his ass and took a firm hold of him. S: let yourself completely go, let your true self come out. Dennis shocked himself never thought he could get so horny from kissing a man, let alone licking and sucking his nipples. Sam reached back for the pipe and melted back the remaining crystals. S: take another hit so you are completely free He pushed the pipe into Dennis' mouth and he eagerly sucked the Tina in and after a few moments blew a big white cloud into the room. Sam pulled Dennis straight and kissed him again as they stood up. S: how are you feeling honey Dennis bit his lip and his hands felt his whole body, he slid his hand down his pants and took his limp monster in his hand and began to jerk himself. His other hand went over Sam's chest. D : I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel extremely turned on and can't wait to fuck you. S: you are not ready yet darling, to fuck my pussy you will have to prove yourself first. He kissed Dennis again. D : what do I have to do to prove myself S: take another hit of the pipe first. Dennis did what was asked of him and took another solid hit of pipe filled with Tina. D : this stuff is fantastic, what is it actually S: This stuff is Tina, and it makes you the horniest guy ever. It makes your true self come out. D : it does indeed make me extremely horny and never thought I would do all of this. S: if you want to fuck my pussy get on your knees. Dennis did what was asked of him and got down on his knees. Dennis pulled on his own limp dick with one hand, his other on Sam's hard cock and sucked as hard and as well as he could. He felt a rush rising in Sam's cock. S: here it comes slut, here comes my seed, swallow it if you want to fuck me S: ah yes, yes yes yes Dennis felt his mouth being filled with hot seed and stopped sucking but kept the squirting cock in his mouth. Sam squirted so much he couldn't keep it all in his mouth and the seed ran down the corners of his mouth. S: swallow, Swallow my seed you filthy bitch Without really thinking about it anymore, he swallowed Sam's seed. Pulled his mouth from limp cock and wiped away the seed running down his cheeks. Sam shook some more and then sat down in the couch. S: that wasn't bad for your first time honey Dennis who now came to sit next to him still turned on and high but realizing what he had done. D : thanks S: that didn't sound very convincing Dennis' mind shot in all directions, it was the first time he had sucked a cock and tasted cum. It tasted different than he had thought. It tasted sweet and startled at the thought of wanting more of this. Sam got up and went to the kitchen and came back with a filled glass of Getorade with G in it S: here take a sip to pass it all through Dennis accepted the glass and drank it all the way down. D : may I fuck you now S: just be patient honey, you will get your reward but let me get my strength up for a moment And the new dose of G work he thought to himself. Sam put on a porn movie to stay in the mood, to keep Dennis relaxed it was straight porn. After fifteen minutes Sam saw that the new dose of G was starting to do its work on Dennis and he fondled his leg. Dennis moaned lightly and Sam licked his nipples. Dennis closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention he was getting. Sam came with his mouth on Dennis' mouth, he opened his mouth and they began to tongue kiss firmly again. S: follow me (he whispered). Sam and Dennis stood up, Dennis felt that he was unsteady on his feet from all the chems that had flowed into his body. S: before we go upstairs take a few firm hits first then we can continue for a while. Dennis who had completely lost control did as he was told and took a few more firm puffs of the pipe. Sam took Dennis' hand and led him into the basement. Sam turned on the light and Dennis saw a dark room lit in neon with a large bed, chains hanging from the ceiling, all kinds of stuff lying in a glass case a weird couch a wooden cross and a cloth held up by 4 chains. Dennis's head spun and tried to take in the room D : what is all this S: this is my play and transformation room. D : transformation room? S: you will see, but don't think too much about it now and get on the bed. Dennis waddled over to the bed and lay on his back and looked at the ceiling which was completely spinning due to the chems. Sam took 2 wrist and 2 ankle straps and put them on Dennis. D : what are you doing S: I will let you enjoy yourself but I only want to do that when you are tied up Dennis didn't feel like resisting and let Sam have his way and the wrist straps around his wrist were latched to the head of the bed. His legs were pulled open and each attached to side of bed. Sam looked at his prey with a gray. He doesn't know it yet but soon not he will be fucking but he will be fucked. S: all good baby Dennis was in a trance for a moment and could only utter hmmmm yes. S: Shall I make your limp cock stiff so you can fuck my pussy? D : My monster is already stiff Sam looked at Dennis with a grin S: take a good look at your cock I think it needs some attention to get it stiff. Dennis looked at his limp and lame cock 😧 all along I thought it was stiff. How can this be, I have never felt as horny as I do now S: I'll help you baby. Sam knew he could suck as much as he wanted on Dennis' limp cock, he wouldn't get any life in it because Dennis already had so much Tina in his body that he had a Tina dick. Sam took the limp cock in his mouth and began to lick and suck it. Dennis moaned at feeling the warm mouth around his soft cock. But as expected it did not come hard. S: don't you like it baby 😧 yes I do S: your monster apparently doesn't Dennis looked at his cock and saw that it was still limp. He was embarrassed. D : sorry I find it really delicious, I've never had this before. S: no big deal, don't worry about it. I will try to spoil you in another way. D : how then S: leave that to me and just surrender to me completely. Sam took Dennis' balls in his mouth and sucked on them for a while. Dennis curled his toes in pleasure and fell deeper into a trance. But this was not the end station for Sam, he took a pillow and pushed it under Dennis's ass so his pussy was easier to reach. He pushed Dennis' ass open and licked his way to his virgin cunt. D : what are you doing S: just enjoy it I'll give you something better than a blow job. Sam began to lick Dennis' pussy and he became completely ecstatic with the new experience. Sam played with Dennis' hole for a moment and then abruptly stopped. D : don't stop this is way too good. S: I want to lick you further but then I will have to clean you first darling. I'm not playing with a dirty hole. D : I washed before I left. S: that may be good but all that hair sticks in my mouth and you're not clean inside. S: I will clean you up and then you can continue to enjoy yourself. Sam took hair removal cream smeared it all over Dennis' ass, pussy cock and balls. He went to glass case took a bedpan, 2 balloons filled with liquid and a towel D : what are you doing to me S: quiet baby I am getting you ready so you can continue to enjoy yourself. I will rinse you and that cream I smeared is to remove your hair. Dennis let Sam proceed as the G had him completely in his power. He felt the pillow taken from under him and a cold metal thing was put in its place. He felt a narrow tube being pushed into his sphincter. S: I will inject liquid directly into your ass. You keep this in until I say you can unload. D : what, I don't want that S: now surrender completely you will thank me afterwards. Dennis had no choice and he felt his ass being filled with the liquid from one of the balloons. S: hold on baby. After a minute or 2 S: let it come out Dennis let the liquid come out and Sam saw that chempiss he just put in his future slut's pussy was clear and clean. S: good baby we only have to do it once because you are clean He squirted away the cream with the other balloon and dried the hairless cock and cunt. He pulled the bedpan from under Dennis and put the pillow back under it. Dennis began to feel the effect of the chempiss. He got hotter and began to fly even more. D : oh man I'm horny, please lick me, I want you to lick my hole. S: do you really want that. Do you really want me to play with your ass. D : yes pleas give it to me. S: what will I get in return. D : I will suck your cock, kiss you anything you want. S: well baby I'll think about how to thank me. The stupid fuck didn't know what he had just promised. Sam took a shard in his hands and sat back between Dennis' legs and licked back at the virgin pussy. Dennis mouth fell open and gasped and moaned heavily. Sam stuck his tongue into Dennis' hole and noticed that the sphincter had already become less tense. He took the shard Tina had in his hand and as he licked he pushed deep into Dennis' hole with tip of his finger. Dennis was still in ecstasy and had not noticed the finger in his ass. What he did notice was his hole was starting to get very warm. D : what did you do, I am burning inside. S: I haven't done anything, you are just letting your true self come out. D : oh oh oh oh I am so hot. Hmmmm Sam licked firmly on and knew his work was almost done. For the sphincter was now completely loose and beginning to open. He stopped licking and came to sit up and he looked at Dennis who was now flying so high. Dennis did not know what to do with his horniness and he got a longing feeling from his ass. A feeling of emptiness and the need to be filled. D : what is happening to me he moaned D : my hole, my hole S : what is happening to your hole D : it feels so empty S : empty do you want me to put something in it D : I don't know D : yes put something in it so it doesn't feel empty anymore. S : are you sure? Because if I put something in it I don't know if I'll be able to stop. D : yes I don't care, put something in it. S : what do you want me to put in, my finger? D : yes anything is good Sam inserted 2 fingers into Dennis' pussy and began to lightly finger him. Dennis heaved a deep sigh at feeling the fingers in his asshole and enjoyed the feeling. But the empty feeling remained. S : is it good like this baby D : more it has to be more. Sam grinned. S : shall I take a dildo for you D : yes do it Sam took a slim dildo put some lube mixed with Tina on it and gently pushed it into Dennis' hole. Dennis cave welcomed the dildo by opening even more. Little by little the dildo went deeper and deeper. Dennis moaned and again felt that burning sensation. D : oh yes, more, deeper, harder. I'm so hot, fuck Sam enjoyed this, the moment they ask for more. The moment they let their pussy be used for the first time and enjoy it. S: you see baby I was going to let you enjoy it. Let your true self come out, let yourself completely free Sam gently fucked him with the dildo and Dennis moaned heavily, but the dildo was still not enough to take away the empty feeling 😧 more I need to be filled more. A big grin came on Sam's face, this is what he had been waiting for. S: if you want to be filled more I will have to fuck you I'm afraid because I don't have anything thicker anymore Which was a big lie, but of course Dennis didn't know that. Dennis didn't care how or with what but he needed to be filled and lay shaking with desire on the bed. S: if you want that will have to get me hard first then. Dennis opened his mouth and Sam removed the dildo from the slightly gaping pussy. Dennis immediately felt the empty feeling return and mused no leave that one in place. S: if you want to be filled you will have to suck me first slut. And let his limp cock hang in front of Dennis' mouth. Dennis's desire to be filled was so great that he raised his head and sucked the cock inside and began to suck the cock like a real meth whore. He felt his mouth being filled back with the stiffening pole and couldn't wait for that cock to be in his pussy. S: just stop sucking baby or I'll fill your mouth again. I will reward your cunt with my fat cock. He quickly shoved the bottle of poppers under Dennis' nose and let him do a few more deep pulls. Sam untied his legs from the bed and placed them on his shoulders. He placed the tip of his glans against the yearning sphincter S: are you ready slut, are you ready to be fucked by a real man. D : yes please fill my hole, I can't take the emptiness anymore. Sam pushed his glans through the sphincter and felt the warmth of the virgin cunt. Dennis moaned heavily and felt like his sphincter was going to rip. D : That hurts. It hurts. Stop S: now I can't stop baby And he pushed his shaft deeper inside. Dennis felt his hole being pulled open even more and more pain, but the empty feeling was gone. Sam was almost balls deep and stopped for a moment so Dennis' hole could get used to the intruder. Dennis felt the pain begin to fade away and in its place he got another wave of horniness. He got the poppers shoved under his nose once more and sniffed it heavily through each nostril. Sam felt the sphincter relax and that was the signal to start thrusting. He started softly and saw Dennis breathing heavily with his mouth open. D : oh my god, fuck , oh my god D : harder, fuck me harder S: do you want me to fuck harder, do you want me to fuck you like a real slut, a whore, a cum dump. S: tell me you're a slut a whore and you have a cunt to be filled D : yes fuck me D : fuck me, I'm a slut, a whore and have a cunt to be filled Sam needed to hear no more and he began to fuck more firmly. Dennis began to moan more heavily D : oh fuck yeah, fuck, oh my god, fuck me fuck my hole S: Now your cunt is still straining so nicely slut, but by the time I am done with you you will have a real open cock asking slut hole. I'll make a true cum asking whore out of you. You'll never want to fuck a woman's cunt again. S: do you want that slut, for me to fully train you into a real whore D : yes, yes make a whore out of me. Sam was ramming heavily into the tight cunt and Dennis cried out in pleasure. S: open your mouth slut because I'm going to spray your'e mouth full with my cum. Dennis eagerly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue S: Here it comes bitch Sam pulled his cock out of Dennis' pussy leaving a gaping empty hole, and as fast as he could he stuck his monster in the open mouth and began to squirt. Dennis eagerly drank the offered cum and did not have to be encouraged to swallow this time. It was also the first time he tasted his own pussy and it tasted for more. He licked the slackening dick clean and enjoyed his first fuck for a moment. But that empty feeling and the moaning of his now gaping cunt to be filled came back. D : fill me, fill me again, I can't do without it. S: look at you, you're becoming a real whore. Never enough. But I'll fill you up slut, I'll keep your cunt nice and open for later on Sam took a big butt plug put some extra special lube on it and pushed it to the gaping hole. The sphincter opened without a problem and let the plug in. Dennis let out a heavy moan as the plug reached its thickest point and let out a deep groan as it sucked into place. Again he felt that burning sensation as the Tina began to work into his gut wall and again got very hot. S: try to get some rest first slut. You are nice and broken in now but when the others are here later you should be able to serve them too because you are my birthday present for the party. Dennis who hadn't had a sober moment since stepping through the door a few hours ago could only nod as the new load of Tina shot through his body. The feel of the butt plug was blissful as it took away the seeing sensation of his pussy. Dennis looked at Sam with horny and flying eyes and bit his lower lip groaning S: did you like your first fuck slut, do you want to be hammered more by real cunts D : oh yes that was delicious, I never thought I would say this but getting fucked is heaven. I more I want to feel you inside me every day. I love you. He felt like every cunt that he himself had fucked before and who wanted more after they had been fucked by him. He hoped Sam would tell him he loved him and would fuck him every day. Sam grinned and looked proudly at his new creation. S: I will fuck you again slut and will turn your cunt into a gaping seed-demanding hole. Soon when my friends are here we will include you in our brotherhood and we will be bonded forever. He came closer and placed his lips a few inches from Dennis'. Dennis put his head forward and kissed him passionately. S: Get some rest I'll be back later to get you ready for the party.

Amateur porn can be a lot hotter then studio porn , when its real unedited and raw and nasty ,, Have a friend that is a rare type of role/position/personality , He is a Dominate aggressive BBbottom , He has a buddy that also is a dominate bbottom and they love to get twisted high on partyee and slam and force tops to be submissive and their cocks used and milked , they were at a party when they found a drunk/ and extremely high straight jock wandering around confused ,he was depressed his girlfriend was with another dude , and he was the was perfect victim they tricked him into leaving the party and go back to there place where they put Viagra in his drink and had him smoking white clouds and told him it was weed , they got him extremely high and completely twisted and got him in a chair in the middle of the room where they tied him down to the chair then they cut and removed all his clothes then they put a pair of hightop Converse Allstars on his feet and he was totally naked wearing only the Converse as he sat there helpless and his head spinning they faced him in front of the big screen tv playing hardcore Bareback gay porn as he struggled to get free the two bbottoms got down and began working his cock and made him inhale poppers and more and more white clouds , and he slowly started to calm down and stop struggling and began to start to surrender to them , as he couldn't believe his dick was getting so rock hard and he had no control to make it go soft , . He couldn't help but start to moan from the incredible pleasure his cock was feeling , His girlfriend was an ok fuck but she didn't suck him or jack him off and she only did condom and he had to pull out and shoot in his hand when he came , This was TOTALLY different is cock was being massaged and jacked and sucked deep by the two gay dudes , and he could help but realize that he was feeling a level of pleasure he had never felt before and never knew was even possible , But then the two gay bottoms told him his cock belonged to them now and they wanted his cum , and they wanted him to cum inside of them and they lubed his cock and slid their holes down on his raw cock and told him he was inside them without a condom , and the jock sat there helpless to stop them , But as they began to pump their hungry holes up and down on his raw cock he was consumed with the extreme pleasure he was feeling ,His cock was literally being MILKED and as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger and his eyes rolled back in his head , he just totally surrendered and gave into them and began cumming and cumminig and cumming it felt like he was shooting stream after stream of his hot cum deep up in both their holes over and over making him orgasm and cum and then very quickly making his balls reload and he was cumming again and again , over and over all night till finally he thought he could not cum anymore , he had been milked at least 9 or 10 times he thought , but they made him extremely high again and continued to milk him several more times for hours and hours . as he looked down he could see both bbottoms were wearing Converse while they rode his cock as he was wearing them too , he knew he would remember being milked every time he saw a dude wearing Converse from now on . when they finally set him free he didn't freak out and hurry up and leave hey instead he got up and stretched and then sat back down and relaxed and told the two gay bottoms that he had never felt such an intense pleasure like that before and didn't know it was possible to experience such a level of pleasure and the white clods and the Viagra made him surrender to it . they got down and began sucking and jacking him and he didn't resist them he spread his legs and sat back and relaxed and told them they could milk his cock till they get what every cum is left or his balls can make for them , and they worked his cock and balls and made him cum 2 more times . He was now a slave TOP his cock secretly owed by his new BB bottom masters . He obeyed and returned on the weekends to be once again tied down extremely high and milked of all his cum he could produce . His new purpose in life , to produce cum for the bottoms to feed on .

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Jeff arrived at the big congress hotel already on Sunday afternoon, even though the actual meeting doesn't start until Monday morning. The congress hotel was huge, because more than a thousand participants from all over the world were expected for the congress. The congress was the first for 26-year-old Jeff and everything seemed really big. Jeff works as a product manager in a technology company, and the conference deals with technology news. Jeff is still young, but he has already been married for 6 years and has 3 children with his wife. Jeff comes from a very religious family, so getting married young and having many children was a natural way of life. Jeff is handsome. Jeff has a long, muscular runner's body. Whenever possible, Jeff puts on minimalist running shorts and a sleeveless running shirt and heads for a run. Jeff secretly thinks he's a pretty sexy sight in his running clothes. Now, however, Jeff had arrived alone at the big conference hotel for the first time. He would have all Sunday evening and all next week to be alone without his wife and children. First time in many years. Jeff went to his room and took off everything except his briefs. Jeff admired himself and his fleshy buttocks from the large mirror in the hotel room. Jeff dug out the tiny speedos from his bag and decided to check out the spa department of the conference hotel before dinner. Sunday night in the spa department seemed to be very peaceful. Jeff got to relax his muscles in the hot tub all by himself, after which he went to the steam room. Before entering the sauna, Jeff took off his speedo on a hook outside the sauna and wrapped a towel around his waist. The steam room had warm and thick steam. Jeff climbed to the top level and sat down. He found himself alone in the sauna. In the warm steam, Jeff massaged his muscles and sometimes also his slightly stiffened cock through the towel. Suddenly the sauna door opened and someone entered. Someone also got up to the top level and sat quite close to Jeff. Not too close, but surprisingly close in an empty sauna. A well-built man in his 60s greeted Jeff. Jeff greeted back. After a while, Jeff saw with his side eye how the man opened the towel and was now sitting completely naked next to Jeff. The man said the warm steam was good for the muscles and massaged his chest and thighs. Jeff tried to answer casually, but his voice caught in his throat. Jeff was clearly nervous and he couldn't take his eyes off the man's thick flaccid cock. Sometimes the man stroked his own cock lightly and moaned with pleasure. Jeff's towel went up like a tent as he greedily eyed the older man's thick cock. Just then, the man turned to Jeff and reached out to shake Jeff's hand. "Im Burt. Are you here for next week's technology conference?" "Yes, im Jeff," answered Jeff confused. "Do you already have company for dinner? If not, you're welcome to join," said Burt. "That could be nice," said Jeff. "Good, see you in half an hour in room 1139 for aperitifs," said Burt. Burt wrapped a towel around himself and got up and left. 30 minutes later, Jeff stood at the door of room 1139 in black pants and a white collared shirt. “Knock knock”. After a while, Burt opened the door in his bathrobe. "Sorry, I haven't had time to get dressed yet, but come in". "Here's my husband Jack and here's Jeff. Jeff's coming to dinner with us. What would you like to drink Jeff, is whiskey alright?" Burt continued. "Yes whiskey will do" said Jeff shyly. Jack wasn't dressed for dinner yet either. Jack, who is the same age as Burt, was wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Jack had a body as muscular as Burt's. Burt handed Jeff a glass full of whiskey and directed Jeff to sit in an armchair in the hotel room. Jeff had never been in a hotel room with any other man before. Especially with two muscular gay men clearly older than he. Because of his religious background, Jeff had almost never drunk alcohol. The whiskey burned his mouth, but Jeff couldn't really do anything but drink. Both Burt and Jack kept up small talk. They talked about the weather and the upcoming conference. At some point Jack got up and began to dress for dinner. First he took off his shirt and shorts in front of Jeff. Jack was wearing only jockstraps with a REALLY big bulge. Jeff sipped his drink and stared at Jack's bulge until Jack pulled his pants up and put his shirt on. Jeff had to keep his other hand in his lap, which he covered his own hard cock. Next, Burt got up and started to get dressed as well. First he took off his bathrobe and stood naked in the middle of the room. Jeff stared at Burt's thick cock again. Now he could see it even better than in the steam room. It was really big and thick. Burt took the jockstraps out of the bag and calmly pulled them on. Jeff even suspected that Burt wanted to tease Jeff. Next, Burt picked up a bottle of whiskey and walked over to Jeff to fill Jeff's glass. Burt's massive bulge was right in front of Jeff's gaze. Jeff just stared at the awesome bulge of the jockstraps. "Do you want to touch it," asked Burt? "Just try it, it won't bite" encouraged Burt. Timidly Jeff stroked Burt's bulge. It felt really hot. After a while, Jack also stood in front of Jeff with only his Jockstraps on. "You can try this too," said Jack. For the first time in his life, Jeff had heavy cocks in both hands. Jeff weighed the men's cocks in his hands. Very heavy. Jeff could feel the men's very heavy balls in the jockstrap pouches. Men's cocks started to harden and jockstraps started to feel way too tight. The men revealed their semi-hard cocks to Jeff, but they were already much bigger than Jeff's when fully hard. Jeff lightly stroked both bare cocks. Hot hardening cocks. "You can taste very well. No one is watching." encouraged Jack. Jeff would first lick the top of Jack's helmet and then Burt. Salty. Jack thrust his own cock into Jeff's open mouth and fucked gently. Then Burt did the same. The men lifted Jeff to his feet and began to remove Jeff's clothes. Soon Jeff was standing completely naked in front of two clearly older men. The men guided Jeff onto all fours on the bed. Burt started to lick Jeff's ass while Jack shoved his cock back in Jeff's mouth. Soon Jeff's ass was wet with Burt's saliva and Jeff felt Burt switch his tongue to his cock. Jeff felt Burt's hot cock in his hole and how it slowly started to push inside Jeff. It hurt terribly, but Jack's cock filled Jeff's mouth and throat, so there was no way he could protest. Jeff was like a pig on a barbecue skewer. Stronger older men fucked Jeff from both ends. Soon Jeff's ass gave way and the pain began to subside. After a few faster thrusts, Burt roared and emptied his sperm into Jeff's ass. Very quickly Jack pulled out of Jeff's mouth and replaced Burt in Jeff's ass. Burt went under Jeff and took Jeff's rock hard cock in his mouth. Jack piston fucked Jeff and with a roar also emptied his seed into Jeff's guts. At the same time, Jeff emptied his seed into Burt's mouth, who eagerly swallowed the young man's seed. "Now after the aperitifs, dinner will surely taste good too. Why don't we get dressed and go eat," said Burt.

THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1

As a married guy I don’t get to take many trips on my own, but every now and then I have to go away for work or family. My most recent trip was for work, to Portland, OR. Workdays were short so I had lots of time to explore. I like the city of Portland, but since I was alone, I was thinking I might want to check-out this gay sex club I saw on the web. I don’t know what came over me, as I not usually this brazen. But I was really horny, and the idea of this place really turned me on. Besides, there’s no harm in just going in, watching what’s happening, and jacking off. The club was easy to find and get to – making myself go in…not so much. As a married man, it’s just not something one does. But my hardening dick said otherwise. I told myself, a step at a time. I opened the door, and the music came pumping out and a strange smell…it all lured me in. When I got to the counter, the guy there asked me if I wanted a locker or a room. I was confused at first. Then I thought, in case I needed a safe place to hide, I’d better get a room. After checking-in and getting my towel, I sat in my room a while wondering what I was doing there and what I expected to get out of coming. But I was there so I should join the party and check the place out. When it comes to gay sex, I’m only turned-on by the totality of raw, bareback fucking. So, I’m just here to stand on the sidelines and watch. Being a weeknight, I’m thinking it might not be too busy anyway. So, I finally take off my clothes, wrap the towel around my waist, and step outside my door. The music is pumping, and I did hear some very distinctive “sex” noises. I take a quick walk around, to get the lay of the land. There are spaces with no one, but others (like the steam room), that seem to have a good number of guys. Upstairs, in the cage room is where I see my first “action”. A middle-aged guy, kind of rough and sexy looking is getting his dick sucked by an older guy. The rough guy noticed me and made direct eye contact. I felt conspicuous just standing here so I beat feet and left. Guess I was more nervous than I thought. I told myself I’ll never see any action if I run away from it. Some time goes by, and I’ve seen some blow jobs at the glory holes, fucking in the video room (with a rubber – buzz kill). But now that the place was getting busier, and after hitting my brown bottle, I got less shy. And the place seemed a bit darker. So, as I made my way back to the lounge/cage area there were two guys in the lower section. And from the sound of things, I was sure they were fucking. There was this area behind a half-wall and rail where I could spy on the action. Sure enough, they were fucking hot and heavy. From this angle I couldn’t see the dick going in the ass, but soon enough, they changed positions and I saw the Top reinsert his RAW cock back in that hole. “Fucking A.” I thought. Finally, some real, gay sex. I was rubbing my bone under my towel when across the room I see this guy watching me. He couldn’t see the action, only me. “SHIT!” It’s the Rough Top I saw getting the BJ. Again, I got nervous and dashed away just as I heard the Top saying he was going to breed that bottom. DAMN! I missed it. Since they were nearby, I checked-out the glory holes. Always some raw cock sucking there. As luck would have it, I walked by and heard some “familiar” sounds coming from inside one of the cubes. I looked thru the glory hole itself and sure enough, someone was getting nailed. Could see if it was raw, but WTF, someone was getting fucked. I was on a less traveled section of the area, so I just leaned on the panel and watched thru the hole. The Top was getting close, and I almost lost it when he said, “You want my seed?” And the bottom said, “Fuck yeah.” I was about to cum with him when I felt uncomfortable. I looked over my shoulder and there he was, about 20 feet away. Mr. Rough. I could see he had his dick out from under his towel and was stroking it. It was about 8.5 inches, tapered head and shaft that got thicker at the base. And it had a slight upward curve. I stopped watching the scene below me and turned to check him out. He was far enough away that I didn’t feel the need to flee. He'd had an average body with some hair, and was about six feet in height. He was sexy and each time I'd seen him, he was watching me and not the other action. I then noticed I was still stroking my dick under my towel. I look-up again and he was gone. I thought it was odd, but I turned just in time to see the Top in the GH cube inject the bottom with his sperm. This whole time I didn’t touch anyone else. I just watched from a distance and stroke my dripping dick. Now I figured it was time to check-out the slings. I walked down a hallway and stopped at the corner of the wall going from the hall into the room. It was dark there and no one could see me - it was perfect. There is this young stud in the sling, legs up the chain and strapped in place. He was rubbing his dick while the top was on his knees licking and tongue fucking that hot bottom. The top was stroking his cock with warm oil. I could see clearly the oil bottle, so I knew they weren't going to be using a rubber. The site of this and the idea of some bare fucking got me really turned on. I started stroking my leaking boner under my towel. Soon thereafter the top stood-up and started rubbing his bare, oiled dick head over the moaning bottom's wet hole. "Can I just slip the head in a bit? I want to feel how good your hole is." "Okay." The bottom answered. With that the top pushed his head in and danced it around in that bottom's hot hole. Without another word, his whole dick slid into the bottom all the way to his balls. "OH, FUCK YEAH! That feels good," the bottom mutters. "I knew you'd like it," the top replies, adding "I'm going to fuck you good, then give you my hot load in your cunt. You want that don’t you, boy?" "Yes Sir," the boy answered. Oh my God! My dick is so hard and it's dripping a full stream of pre-cum down my shaft. I soooo wish I was that bottom boy. And, before I could complete that thought, I hear it whispered in my ear. "I know you're standing here wishing you were in that sling.” You think I would have jumped from being startled...but the voice was so sexy...and right, I just stood there, totally turned-on, and excited. Without notice, I feel a tongue licking the back of my ear and down my neck. I stopped breathing. “Here! Feel this." His hand grabbed my right wrist and pulled it back. I feel it contact a firm, solid cock. My hand wraps around it and I know in a moment it's the man that had been watching me. FUCK! I start to shake and panic. "SHHHH...just be calm, I know what you want, and I want to give it to you." He's now pulling me tightly into him. I'm pressed against his warm, bare chest. I feel his fur. My hand is still wrapped around that amazing cock. He whispers to me to slowly stroke it. I'm thinking to myself, "I'm not supposed to be with anyone here. I shouldn't be doing this." But I can't stop. His dick feels so damn good. Plus, it is my favorite type and shape. I then feel his left arm wrap around me. "I want to make you feel better than you ever have. I want to really fuck you like you've never been fucked. Will you let me do that?" "I shouldn't," I tell him. "I'm supposed to just stay alone, not be with anyone." I say. "Who says?" he replies. "No one...I mean, me. I know it's best if I don't get involved with anyone." “Well, too late now. You've got me too hot and hard, I can't just walk-away. Besides, you know what you want, and I know what you want. Now tell me boy, what is it you REALLY want?" "I can't say," I mumble. "Yes, you can, and you will say it. But first, let me make it easier." With that he drops my towel to the floor and holds a bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a deep breathe through your nose and hole it, then let it out real slow.” I do so, and in moments my head is spinning. Fuck! I’m flying and feeling real horny. "Bend over a bit. You’re going to like this. I just want to feel your hole with my finger." I'm reluctant, so he pushes me a bit. I bend over and he instructs, "Now, spread your cheeks for me." I can’t help myself; I’m so horny I obey. I feel an oily finger push into my hole. He pushes it rather fast and deep. I pull away a bit because it stings a little because my ring is so tight, almost virgin. He rubs his finger around a bit, and I pull away his finger slips out as he comments "You have a hot, tight little pussy there boy. When were you last fucked?" "I don't remember. I mean, never…it's been a while." "Well, I think you're really going to like this fuck. Have you got a room?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushes me down the hall urging "Let's go." I lead him to the room where, once inside, all I want is to be fucked...actually fucked, not just pretend. I know this is not right. I can’t do this. Then this hot man looks me in the eyes and says, “Feeling really horny, aren't you? You ready for some real cock?" I can't answer but I was thinking to myself 'Fuck YES! I want HIS cock, but I'm not supposed to. "Come-on boy. Take another hit, on both sides this time, then get on your knees, on the bed, and show me that pussy. That hot, tight pussy. I want to fuck you." I inhale deeply in both nostrils and hold the hit as long as I can. Once I let it out, without thinking I get on my knees - I so want to be fucked. I want this man's dick so bad I can't think of anything else. He puts some oil over his head and shaft and starts rubbing that amazing head over my hole. FUCK! I want him in there, and as if reading my mind, he casually remarks "I'm going to push my dick head in you." "You got a rubber on?" I ask. "What do you think?" he asks. With that his head is in my hole. "FUCK MAN! You gotta put on a rubber!" "That's not what you want now is it?" He's fucking right. I’m so high from the poppers all I want is his bare cock. I want him to fuck me like men are supposed to fuck. I want his seed, I gotta have his cum in me. Without thinking anymore, my ass takes over. I push back and am met by his forward thrust. We both simultaneously exclaim "Fuck yeah!" as his unprotected shaft goes deep into my hole. It hits some resistance. "You feel that boy? You feel what's stopping me?" "Yeah, kinda. What is it?" "It's your second ring. Ever been fucked past your second ring?" "Don't think so, sir. Didn't even know I had one." "Oh, you do. But I guess you’re a virgin there, too. Guess I get to take that cherry. It's even tighter than your first one. You have to try hard to relax…better hit the bottle again…here goes. Oh fuck, here I go. What the hell am I doing? I'm getting something I’ve wanted for a long time. And before I know it, he shoves. His dick head is the perfect shape, and he pops past my second ring without pain, with help from the poppers I imagine. Involuntarily I exclaim "OH MAN! That's fuckin' awesome. I love the feeling." "Yeah, it's pretty damn good at my end too." “You're so fucking hot and tight I don't know how much longer I can hold-off." The poppers have me so high and horny I just say, "Don't hold it, man. I’m so fucking horny...I need your load in me. Shoot it man, inject me with that juice you know I need." I can't fucking help myself anymore. A complete stranger is barebacking me, and I want his sperm so bad. "Oh, you fucking hot bitch! I'm going to fucking seed you deep. I'm going to give you a load where no man has ever left one before." "Fuck yeah man, seed my cunt deep. Own it, make it yours. You've known all along what I wanted - what I needed." With that he dives deep; holds it; and I can feel his dick surge and pump. He's fucking shooting his hot seed in me. I'm in fucking heaven! I'm feeling every moment. He's jabbing my cunt and spitting his seed as he grunts "OH FUCK YOU, you hot bitch. I knew you'd be a hot fuck." He's now slowly pumping my ass as I stroke my dick, within seconds I announce. "Oh, fuck man, keep pumping me. I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck yeah, here it cums! Fuck the cum out of me! Fuck your cum deeper in me." With that, my dick blasts my pent-up load all over the bed and shortly we fall to the mattress, Mr. Rough resting on my back. "Fucking amazing, boy. But then I knew your pussy would drain my balls." "I never thought I'd do something like that. I'm glad I did. You were the best fuck I ever had, just as you said. Thanks!"

I was working out at the gym the other day and this masculine top daddy Black guy started chatting with me. I think he noticed that I was a beta sub bottom boy because he immediately started to tell me that I was cute and asked if I was single. I said no and that I was loyal to my top daddy breeder and that I don't want to cheat but he has been been very persistent to the point where I feel submissive and seduced by him. I feel weak around his presence. Is that normal. I don't know what to do

This story is not true but inspired by a comic I found online. Enjoy. Having just turned 18, I was not going to go trick or treating on my block except Mr. Kleberger, my neighbor, asked me to walk with his twin sons who were probably 7 or 8 at the time. I was in high school, so I wasn't even going to dress up, but my mom said I had to help him and I begrudgingly agreed (plus he was going to pay me and college would be expensive). Since it was last minute, I didnt have a costume and i was secretly relieved that i wouldnt be in danger of having to wear something embarassing on the off chance that i might see someone from ould wear a costume he had and you can imagine my face when I arrived after school and the costume choices were either a toga with some leather arm bands and boots or a Scottish wedding tux complete with kilt. The kilt was too big for me to wear, so I wore the toga and he wore the kilt/tux, while the boys wore Superman and batman costumes. Mr. Kleberger told me his wife was visiting some friends in another state that weekend and it would just be us for the evening, which I heard through a fog that clouded my brain power, brought on by the view of my neighbor and his hot former army ranger body and perfect pink cock. I must have been staring because he volunteered that the kilt was what he wore in his wedding and underwear was never worn between a kilt and a cock. I had a hard time trying to keep my own dick from tenting the toga, which made him notice that you could easily see my boxer briefs under the thin white material. At his urging, I agreed to see if something of his would fit me and not show through as much, but I was flabbergasted by his nonchalant lifting of the costume and tugging down my undies, which made me shoot to full mast while he kept the toga up with a haND and used his other hand to rifle thru his underwear drawer, a prolific collection of briefs, thongs and bikinis in every material and color under the sun. Despite the goal of keeping the underwear from showing beneath the toga, he produced a few bikinis in red, blue and green and helped me try on each one, fondling my package each time as he stood behind me so we could get a good look in the mirror. Next came some more logical options in the form of a few white and flesh colored thongs, and with those he began using his fingers to also lightly work my cheeks and butthole "so the thong lies str8 along the butt crack." Obviously there was more than just the fit causing his handy work, but my naive brain ignored any sexual interest possibly occurring since he was married to a woman. I loved the look of the thongs but he still wasn't satisfied until a lightning dawned on him and he dashed into his office and returned with a package from some online underwear store, newly acquired by him just in time to produce the perfect solution to my toga's dilemma, a white g-string made of the silkiest softest white mesh i'd ever seen or felt. Amazingly fortuitous that he happened to order the new mesh number a few weeks earlier and had yet to open them up. When I bent over to pull the undies up my legs, I felt the soft woolly texture of the kilt pressing against my thighs and smooth butt cheeks, but there was something odd about how it was pressing into me. Somehow the kilt was not hanging down in a normal fashion, but seemed to be wedging itself into the space under my balls and butt. As I finished pulling them up, Mr. K adjusted the kilt so that it slid open and I gasped because all that was left between my thighs, tickling the underside of my balls, was his semi hard dick. He pulled my hips in and lifted the toga up under my arms so his cock was thrusting ever so slowly into the tight envelope between my legs and testicles, whole his fingers adjusted and caressed my desperately hard dick, as it leaked precum through the mesh like a waterfall. "Don't worry about that," I recall him assuring me that it was normal to get excited by the smooth fabrics and no reason to be ashamed of what was just our normal physical response, according to the man whose cock was now dragging across my asshole with each slow movement along my crack. I can't remember exactly how I reacted to his assurances but I am guessing what I thought was a non commital shrug was probably a shudder of ecstacy accompanied by a list full moan. The doorbell rang and Mr. Kleberger was instantly unhooked from where his dick had been working up my ass crack, and I watched in what seemed like slow motion as his dick disappearedunder the kilt with a long string of precum connecting the head, now a much more red shade than the soft pink it had been when it was soft, to a spot hidden somewhere around the point at which the cock pouch met the string on the undies I was wearing. Somehow he managed to press his hard on up against his waist where it could not be detected , then recovered it all with the plaid skirt and headed to answer the trick or treaters at his front door. By the time I got my dick to go down, and readjusted my toga to where you could only barely see that I was still at half mast, another load of trick or treaters had come and gone and the boys were desperate to get going and get some candy. Mr. Kleberger told me that he would stay at the house to answer the door, and asked me me to take the boys through the neighborhood, but not to go past the two streets on either side of our street, and a suggestion that we stop at the house in between the two halves to get defrosted before headin out again. (This was colorado in late october, and the rule was snow always fell on halloween and then it was warm again til December.) I was still obsessing about how hot it had been getting to feel Mr. K's big dick under my sack as we hit the first two streets so the cold was a godsend, keeping my dick from getting fully hard while we were outside. When we stopped to warm up at the house, both boys ran to the kitchen to have somw hot cider their dad had made for us, and while they drank and looked at their loot so far, Mr. Kleberger commented that I must be freezing in my thin costume and pulled me against him to warm up, whispering that he added something extra to my drink and his own, if I thought I could handle the effects. The idea that he was not only touching me again, but bending the rules and letting me have some liquor (I assume it was liquor altho looking back I can't be sure it wasn't ghb or something similar), all added up to the insinuation that in his mind, I was classified as a man, not some little boy. My dick was hard again, and the effects of the drink kept me from noticing that he was still holding me, despite my temperature returning to normal and even beginbing to spike since he was now behind me again, trapping me between his hips and the kitchen counter as he molested my crotch and chest, humored his somehow uncovered cock closer to my hole, and kept me from putting down my glass until I finished the drink, then giving me his drink and telling me to go ahead, since I seemed to like it so much. My head was swimming slightly as another doorbell ring broke us from our entanglement and Mr. K told us to head back out but to hurry back so we could go to a few houses in the other part of the neighborhood that belonged to some pepole he knew before he revealed a surprise for the boys. The mere mention of the surprise had the boys sprinting from house to house, which was not as easy for me to keep up with, now that i was drunkish or under the influence of whatever he put in the drinks, and the even more powerful influence of his sexuality. It took us less than half the time to finish the two long streets and return to the house, where Mr. K waved us inside where he was on the phone with someone, telling them that we would be over in a few minutes. He told the boys to get in his truck but explained that they needed to leave the front seat for me and the surprise, at which point he pointed to a duffle bag by the door to the garage. Both boys hoped up and ran, with candy bags in tow, straight to the truck. I turned to follow, stopping when I felt his hand grip my shoulder. Turning back to face the man who had me semi hard already, I felt my dick go back to fully erect as he stepped close and handed me a shot glass filled with a slight blue liquid, indicating I should drink it fast, while his hand squeezed my dick and he leaned in to whisper. Amazingly he was not saying anything particularly erotic but rather just describing how he had called my parents and ask them if it was okay that I stay the night in order to help him get some stuff finished for work. He asked me if I was okay with that and I nodded feeling the gross soapy tasting stuff in the shot glass hit me almost as soon as it went down my throat. I must have made a face that told him how gross it tasted because he laughed and simply told me that it was well worth it once it took full effect. Sure enough I could barely it sit up straight in the car all the way to the home of one of his co-workers where The Boys trick or treated he chatted with a very attractive older man and his wife. From there we went to another house owned by his boss, a tall dark haired man who was easily twice as wide in the shoulders as I was. The boys had some hot cocoa with the boss's housekeeper while Mr. K introduced me to Mario. The fluid in the shot glass was in full effect by now and without thinking I managed to spurt out loud something that sounded essentially as though I found him incredibly attractive though not nearly that eloquent. Because of the effects of the blue goo, I don't remember exactly what it was I said although I'm pretty sure somewhere in the sentence were the words f*** your hot. Both men laughed as I turned a deep shade of red, immediately realizing how awful it could have been if they hadn't found it humorous. Luckily they seemed to have a very similar sense of irony and humor as the man who I learned at some point in the conversation was of Italian descent, proceeded to reach out and put his arm around me pulling me in next to him and reaching down once he was sure the boys could not see and taking a handful of my ass under the toga even going so far as slipping one finger into my ass crack and wiggling it against my tight asshole. By this point in the evening I was less inhibited but I still gasped at his touch which got another big laugh out of both he and Mr. Kleberger. I had a feeling from the snake shaped bulge working down his right trouser leg that we could have done a lot more than just getting handsy but the boys re entered the room at that point so we said goodbye and we're back in the car. The last stop was the home of some of the boy's classmates which is where Mr. Kleberger told us all what the surprise was. He opened up a duffle bag he had brought from the house and inside were some of the boys' pajamas and street clothes and two sleeping bags. Both boys got really excited as their dad explained that they were going to spend the night with their friends and he would pick then up in the morning. He walked them to the door and returned to the car and explained that he still needed my help answering the door if any trick or treaters came by while he made a few calls for work, and perhaps we could watch a scary movie or something like that when he finished if I could still hang out for the night. I agreed with a nod and we made small talk on the 5 minute drive back to his house which I heard very little of due to his hand stroking my thigh and getting closer and closer to my cock with each rub until he was able to run my groin without any pretense. We pulled into the garage and he lifted the toga material and gave my dick a few strokes through the mesh undies as I moaned, then covered me up and told me to follow him inside. Instead of heading to the living room which was right next to the front door, he headed down the steps just inside the garage door to the ground level basement where a small bathroom and a spare bedroom were all located. "I figured you might like to watch a movie on the big screen and relax on the Murphy bed in here," he explained while pullin a Murphy bed down from where it was on the wall. He told me to get comfy and asked if I wanted to watch TV or a film he thought I would enjoy, which got a shrug from me, so he smiled and walked to the dvd player and inserted a disk that he pulled from a pocket on his coat, which I'd seen him take from his boss before we left. He handed me the remote and said he would be back in a few once he finished his calls, but that this disc had some videos I would like. As he went upstairs to make the calls, I felt deflated hoping to get to play with him some more, but I decided to wait to see what happened once he was done with his calls and played the first clip on the dvd. The screen lit up with a scene featuring a man in a mask stalking a half naked man though a warehouse, bUT before they could build any tension it cut ahead to where the masked man caught the other man and proceeded to hold him down and tear off his shorts and rape the guy. I was shocked that this seemed to be just a rape scene from some movie, and while you couldnt see exactly what was going on, the nudity and movements left little to the imagination. This must have been a mistake I thought but I didn't want Mr. K to find out so I turned the volume down and played the next scene on the disc. This was yet another sex scene, this one featuring two men having sex with a woman, and again the scene showed enough nudity and implied penetration that I was hard as nails and jerking my dick slowly while I watched. The three or four scenes after that one confirmed that these were each sex scenes from movies so I began flipping through them at 2x speed to see as many penis and butts as I could! That's when I got to a scene that was suddenly very different, obviously shot on a camcorder by an amateur camera man. This scene showed the couple we met earlier in the evening in their bedroom as they began undressing and fucking around. I could hardly believe my eyes. I skipped to the next scene and again it was the couple from earlier but now the wife was getting tag teamed by her husband and another man who seemed familiar. Once I got a good look at him I realized it was Mario! The scene was short but had my mind spinning. I laid down to keep from passing out and started the next scene. The screen showed a different bedroom now and on the bed was a gorgeous guy who couldn't have been too much older than me, but was muscle-bound and hot as fuck, wearing just a tight pair of red briefs. The camera operator reached out and groped the boy on the bed, and then set down the camera on a table and came into the shot. It was mario again! Mario told the young man to lose the briefs and turn over before he took off the briefs he had on and began jerking his big cock. I couldn't help but play with my butthole and cock as he first fingered then licked and finally fucked the guy without a condom on. My eyes were glued to the images and I was so focused on their sex that I didn't realize that I could no longer hear Mr. Kleberger on thr phone. It wasn't until I heard his feet coming down the stairs that I began to scramble to change the scene and just turned it to one of the str8 sex scenes when the door opened and Mr. Kleberger walked in carrying some bottles under his arm and the bowl of candy. He smiled and asked if I liked the movie scenes and I told him I did, very much. He made me a drink with the bottles and sat next to me on the bed, lettin me know he had shut off the outside light since we were probably done getting trick or treaters anyway. We sipped our drinks and he asked if he could show me a film on the disk he enjoyed, I nodded and he selected a title from the menu that appeared to be the whole movie which disappointed me until he told me it was about a young man who worked as a prostitute and got into some very bizarre situations. Sure enough less than 5 minutes in there was a scene where the guy was dressing up in woman's clothes and had to jack off for a man, and two seconds later another scene where an older woman hired him and 3 others to gang bang her. Mr. K removed his shirt, since it was so warm and when he sat down he did so behind me and pulled me back so I was between his legs with his arms around me as he leaned against the pillows and headboard. The kilt had ridden up as I scooted back and I could feel his throbbing cock as he very slowly and subtly rubbed it against my butt. He asked me if I had ever smoked weed and I admitted I had smoked with a friend, but i made the single hit from my friend's pipe sound like I had smoked a dozen times. Mr. K produced a joint from some unknown location and while i was scarred to do dtugs, i didnt wamt to stop the fun so i took a big hit when he handed it ti me, followed by coughing a lot while he chuckled and patted my back. He showed me how to shotgun a hit then, and after the first shotgun, he kissed me and each time after that we made out more and moee until the joint was done, and we were making out in earnest. Meanwhile he had one hand untying the belt on the toga while his other hand was working it up my thighs and pulling it up to take it off. My hips lifted up off the bed so he could get the toga further up and when I sat back down he pulled me in closer and his dick was now firmly between my cheeks and pumped every so often, playing with my hole and poking my balls from below each time he pushed. He spoke softly about the movie, telling me he always wanted to meet someone like the boy in the film, and asking me if I would ever do stuff like that for the right price. I was drunk by then and agreeing to everything he was saying, so I think he knew I wouldn't object when he moved us to the side of the bed, pulling me down to my knees and removing his kilt entirely before telling me to open my mouth. This wasn't the first dick I had sucked which must have been apparent because he was pleased and very complimentary about the fact I was deep throating his big pink cock and had no trouble choking even when he was going fast. Before too long he told me he was getting close and he had another thing he wanted to try. Pulling me back to my feet, he spun me around and pushed me back on to the bed, then peeled the undies off my dripping dick and began sucking my cock and licking my balls and ass. I was already leaking pre cum and moaning like crazy so he must have decided to just go for broke, because when I couldnt feel his tongue on me and opened my eyes, he was lubing his dick with something from his nightstand and pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. I told him I wasn't sure if I could handle getting fucked and he laughed, tellin me he had no intention of fucking me, he just wanted to see if he could get the tip in me since I was so tight. I asked if he should put on a condom, but he insisted that we weren't actually going to fuck so there was no need for anything like that. My drunk horny ass was in no position to disagree, literally, so I let him fold back my legs and put the cool slick stuff he had been using on his dick on my hole with his fingers, inserting one then two and working them in and out while I grimaced and held my breath. He kissed me and told me to relax, reaching over and pulling a pipe from the pocket of his discarded pants and heated the pipe from below, which I had not scene anyone do before. He shot gunned some hits to me again and suddenly I was hornier than I had ever been and feeling much less drunk, although the high was clouding my judgement enough that I felt even less resistant to his fingers. He lit the pipe for me and made me take 6 big hit's in a row, and I was surprised at how easily I took them compared to the joint. When I was done with hit number six he set the pipe down and moved back between my legs, but this time he went ahead and worked his cock up between my cheeks until the head was pressing harder and harder against it. He leaned in, pushing my legs further back until my knees were next to my ears so he could kiss me. Thats when he thrust his hips forward fast and burst through my sphincter until half his cock was speared into my hole and I screamed into his mouth while we kissed. He told me to breath and covered my mouth, which seemed counter intuitive, then he kept pushing forward while I squealed and groaned until I felt his hips flat against my ass cheeks, which were spread to where I felt they might rip open and leave me split right down the middle. He removed his hand and told me to take a minute and get used to his dick, and I told him to take it out, but he said it was too late for that now. I tried to convince him that it was too big but he kept reminding me that he was already all the way in. I even tried to ask again that he put on a condom, and he said he would once I was used to his size, since it would hurt too much to take his cock out now and put it back in. He then slowly worked it in back and forth bit by bit, which made me shut up and squeal some more which only made him enjoy it more. Within a few minutes he was working it in and out 4 or 5 inches at a time and as he had told me, my ass was starting to relax and accept it, and my dick, which had deflated during the initial pain, was making a come back with each slide of his meat across my prostate. We took some more hits from the pipe and sure enough I began to enjoy his fuck. "I knew you were going to take this dick, you little whore," he said as he built up speed. "I could tell you were begging for it the moment we moved in back when you were just a kid. You had that look on your face that says 'make me take your raw dick and I will be a cumslut for life!' I just didn't think I would want your ass so bad once you grew up, but I can't help it, your butt is like a bubble I have been wanting to pop since it grew in." I should have been offended but it turned me on knowing he was watching me and wanting me. He continued to tell me how much he had dreamed of raping my butt and turning me into a plaything, how he had ordered the underwear specifically for me to wear and planned our costumes so he could fuck my ass, even if he'd had to get me wasted and do it once I passed out. Somewhere in his furious fuck, I remembered we were fucking sans rubber, and for the third time that night I brought it up, which made hI'm cover my mouth and tell me to forget the condom, cause he was about to breed my boy butt and that was the last thing he wanted to hear about it. I might have argued except he grabbed my cock and jerked me with gusto as he neared his own orgasm. Bring a teen boy, the stimulation of his hand on my dick and his cock in my ass was too much and with his command that I "shoot that boy whore load!" I did just that, spraying us both up to our faces, just in time for his dick to ram further than it had reached yet that night and unload spasm after spasm of hot cum deep in the darkness of my butt. Since that night, we played a lot of times, often with his boss or the other man from his office, and even once with some boys from my school, but I still get hard on halloween remembering the trick he played and what a treat it was!