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It was a beautiful summer day in rural northwest Georgia. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life. The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike. Soon he was coasting on the down the road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimming hole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt. Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, five foot ten, red cropped hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 140 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Jay was a smooth and his stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm. He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn't long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection. Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his still erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his naked wet body. It made his lean body look leaner as he was impressed with the state of his growing muscles. After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a load from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn't be alone for much longer. He trapeezed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into Alabama and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as 'four corners'. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn't at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with. Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a driveway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the pinewood forests that filled this area. This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home. At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Georgia summer. The road flattened out now and wound through the pinewood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright summer sun on the more main roads. Jay's mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party spot. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn't paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn't just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn't someones party spot, it was the scene one hell of a good orgy by the look of things. Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgy had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock. Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive. As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast. 'No rush to be leaving' said the man. 'Looks like you were enjoying yourself. This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that' purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. 'Nice' said the stranger, 'Very nice.' With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. 'Look what I found boys' trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear. 'Nice one Bobby' they said together. 'I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors' laughed the first man. 'Looks like he really likes what he found too.' Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my shirt. Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into. Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time. Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn't sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheromone and enraged me with lust. 'You are marked territory now' said Bobby. 'The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.' I trembled but said nothing. 'You found him' said one of the porch sitters, 'You should have first dibs.' I could then feel Bobby's probing hands split my dripping pissed-on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby's furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my asshole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and its strong smell and he pounded away at my ass. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass. Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn't imagine somewhere that I would rather be. My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two o'clock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again. I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I began to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn't want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men in the cab while the other had three in its cab and two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 30 to maybe 50 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch. Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene. I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and rimmed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night. I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs. The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. 'I know you won't tell anyone about this because I know you want more.' He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. 'It's getting dark, you better start home' he suggested. I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple were bald and stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6' 5' or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind. The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the bald men spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I began to tense up and breathe fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach. When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. 'Here's a little something to keep under your pillow.' he said. 'We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you'll come back.' A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. 'The road is right there. Just follow it out and you'll find your bike waiting right where you left it.' said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes. I didn't even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a 'catch and release!' Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.
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Hey everyone, Had my gay cherry popped early this year - 3 guys banged me on Grindr. Been wanting to do it for years and always fantasized about becoming a cumdump after watching my first Treasure Island video. But after taking my first loads I became addicted. From that point I immediately got on PREP because I couldn’t hold out anymore. I’ve been on prep for 5 months now and since that time I have taken over 400 loads - multiple gangbangs a week, regular trips to the bathhouse (sitting in a sling getting pounded), and several Cumunions a month. In short, I have become a complete and total cumdump whore, and I love it! My only concern is HIV - I can’t get it. Is PREP 100%?
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I was hoping to get a chance to organise a group breeding session at my new flat without any other people living with me. So I want to see how many tops I can get interested in this meeting. It'll be my first ever time to experience what it feels like to be the only bttm that's getting fucked over and over again and see how long it takes to start feeling the loads begin to dribble down my legs. Let me know who's interested. Looking for hung tops that are up for breeding me and just let me know if you're poz kr anything like that after you've finished cumming inside my guts
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He was 19. He was innocent. He was a virgin. He told me he wasn’t into risky play. He is a cute white twink. Raised in a conservative home where men like me were to be feared, never trusted, never touched, never worshipped. But deep down, he wanted it. You could see it in the way he talked. The way he needed a breeding top to take control. The hesitation that didn’t quite hide the hunger. We didn’t talk about condoms. He assumed one would appear. But when the moment came, I didn’t offer—and he didn’t ask. He lay back, legs open, body trembling with the kind of tension that comes from years of repression. I stroked myself slowly—thick, bare, ready—and pressed the head of my cock against his virgin hole. He stiffened. I looked him dead in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want it like this?” He nodded. That was it. Not a word about safe. Not a plea for protection. Just a silent, shaky nod—his whole body screaming for something his mind still didn’t know how to accept. So I pushed in. Bare. Hard. Deep. He gasped as my cock broke through—tight and untouched, and suddenly filled. He didn’t stop me. Didn’t push me away. Didn’t even blink when I pushed my raw dark cock deep in him, buried to the base. I pounded and bred him, like he was a whore. Because in that moment, he was. I moved slowly at first, watching his face shift—fear melting into shock, then surrender. His fingers pushing into the sheets, his thighs quivered, and his hole… God, his hole opened. Soft. Wet. Eager to be used. Like it had waited its whole life to serve a dark dick raw. And when I came inside him—deep, raw, no warning—he moaned like he’d just been unlocked. Later, I asked him if he knew what I meant when I said “are you sure you want it like this” and he thought I meant “are you sure about sex?” That he’d expected a condom. I told him the truth: His body gave me a better answer than words ever could. That was his first time. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t safe. It was rough and raw. And now, he doesn’t hesitate. He opens. He serves. He drips with cum. He knows. He was raised to say no. But his body has learned to say yes—especially to MEN of colour. -
Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
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Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…
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The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.
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** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…
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Part 1 - Pete Here I stay, stunned by what I saw… and more importantly how I felt about it… I was not imaginating this. I am reaching my 50 spring this year, and was defintely sure to be 100% straight to that point. I was married to Jane but my wife passed out a few years back of cancer. As a farmer, I live in a quite remote areas where it is difficult to meet, but I had dated some women but that never lasted long, living too far from the city... I have two sons with Jane : - David, 31 years old, working in the Aerospace industry abroad. Single to my knowledge, only back for seasons holidays. - Johan, turning 22 in a few days, at the uni but often back home during holidays or long weekeds to lend a hand on the fields. Back to what happened, I was coming back with the harvester late that evening. Johan stayed home saying he has to study a bit before. I entered the house, exhausted and dusty. While I was removing my shoes, I saw what seemed to be the deaming light of the tv screen, but no sound heard… Well, Johan has worked a bit but is now watching a movie, I supposed. Anyway, I just want to shower and go to sleep… I made my way to the living room to wish my son a good night, I notice my son's head on the couch, his headset on (that explains I was hearing no sound…)… And only then it then it strucked me : my son was watching porn on the TV… GAY PORN… Was my son gay ?? But then the second chock hit me, my own cock stiffened in my pant… what the hell ? I could not get my eyes of the screen, watching an man about my age forcing himself into a twink… Fuck that made me horny… I left the room and went to my bedroom, as I got undressed I notice the wet spot on my brief... fuck... I jumped into the shower and let the hot power pour on me, while I grabed my hard cock and masturbated... I could not help thinking about the scene on the screen... thinking how hot an ass could feel - I never fucked in an ass girls - I felt my balls tightned and I shot my load on the shower walls... I cleaned my self and I went to bed. On the next morning, I woke up early with a raging hardon with the memory of my last dream, me fucking a twink... Was I turning gay I told myself, while grabbing my dick and stroking it... focusing on a chick I dated a few weeks earlier, but my mind seemed to draft me away from this and turning back to the dream I just emerged from. I accelerated my moves, and shot p to my chin a good load, leaving me panting... What the hell... I never though I could be turned on by this... I jumped in the shower to clean myself and got cleaned. I got dressed and went to the kitchen to breakfast and resume the work at the farm. I should be back early tonight to have a conversation with Johan ! Part 2 - Johan I said to Dad I needed to review some lessons before resuming uni. I did until nighfall. I felt so horny and having no mate to fool around nearby, I just play some porn on screen. To have a more immersive experience, I put my headset on, quite convinced I would hear the harvester noise anyway and be able to shut all down if Dad comes home. I played one movy I have on a drive featuring well hung DILF... I watched this, after several scene and teasing myself, I just shot my load in my brief. I stopped the TV, and went to my room. On the way, I noticed that dad slippers where in front of his room... Fuck I did not hear him come back... I hope he did not see me... I stripped naked, taking my brief with me. Still horny, I jerked while licking my soaked underwear. after a moment thinking about the scenes, I shot my load all over my stomach. I copped the cum with my fingers and brought it to my mouse, leaving my belly almost clean, before I drifted into sleep. Next morning, I woke up hearing the front door slam. Seems to be early, though sun is high already. Dad must have gone working. Feeling my morningwood, I grabed my cock and started stroking myself with one hand. With the other one, I teased my hole gently, until I could one finger in. I built slowly but surely my orgasm until I jizzed. Once again, I copped my cum with my fingers - no reason to waste cum. I always enjoyed the starting the day with a protein shoot! I showered, got dressed lightly, just a loose short on with the warm summer was already enough to sweat... and I went outside. I heard some noises in a barn. I went in to greet Dad. As I entered the frame of the door I could see him, shirtless, tidying up straw bales with a pitchfork, which emphasized his muscular body. Well, that would not be my father, I would definitely be into this man! "Hey Dad" "Hey Johan, how do you do ? It is still early, I thought you would still be in bed!" "Well, I was awake so, I figured it would be better to get up and see if you need some help!" "Well kind of you, you can take the other pitchfork to put these bales on that sides to make place for the ones to come once we will have picked up the one in the fields." I did as I was told and execute myself. We went on for about an hour like this. Once finished, Dad suggested we had a coffee break. We entered the house and Dad prepared the coffee and seemed a bit awkward... "Anything you want to talk about Dad ? you seem a bit embarrassed" I started trying to lift some tension in the air "Well I dunno how to put this Son, but you know that whatever you do, you know I will be here for you, that I will support you, right ? that no matter what happens, you will always be my son and that I love you!" Oh what was this for ? Did he surprise me last night ? "Sure, I know Dad, Thanks!" "Okay" He poured two cups of coffee and handed one to me, still embarrased apprently. "Thanks. May I ask why you said this" I teased him, and I saw that he hesitates... "Well... yesterday evening, it seems you did not hear me being back home, and I was surprised by your taste in movies" he finally admitted, with a genuine smile "Oh... is that all ? Did you enjoy what you saw ?" I joked "Well that was not the answer I was expecting Johan... You could have tell me that you are gay or bi. I know that you are mostly away with your studies and think that your old man is a bit conservative, but I am pretty open minded... at least I think I am." he expressed with some regrets "So yes I am gay and I am sorry Dad you learned it that way. I was not sure how to tell this, but I am glad you take like this way." I said getting up and hugging tightly his muscular body, our shirtless torso radiating heat to each other, swapping our sweats from the heat and our efforts. "and you did not answer my question either by the way!" I said while being in his arm and I feel him tensing up. "I am joking. But well, I am also here for you Dad, you know that!" I said letting him go and finishing my coffee. "Well thank you son. Let just say that I never watched this type of action. Is that what you are into ?" Dad just exclaimed, almost seeming regretting what he just said. "if you mean being taken by someone older than me, yes defintely." I answered frankly, proud of who I am. I saw in his eyes the disconfort of the way the discussion was going. "Well I need to fix a few things on the harvester, before I resumed the crops this afternoon. Thank you for the help Son." "You are welcome. I think I will study some more, before going back to uni next week". The rest of week passed with a kind of similar routine on morning and nights, wondering if dad was now also sneaking at some of the videos I was watching.
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The following story is a work of fiction – any resemblance to people or places is entirely coincidental. This is my first story on breeding.zone and I appreciate feedback, encouragement, and whatever else you would like to say/send my way. All characters in this story are over 18 yeaers of age. Apart from being a pozzing story, I wanted to let the characters explore and learn about themselves as well. As the story progresses some topics like fisting, body mods, etc. will come into play. Hopefully this will be a story for everyone to enjoy! This introduction just sets out the basis for the story. . . The action heats up in Chapter 1. INTRODUCTION My name is Paul, and I wanted to write down my experiences of the most life-changing event a boy can go through and set the record straight — I know the history of my exploits have been exaggerated, but I wanted to come clean while everything was still fresh in my mind. Whatever happens to me, I want to leave my mark and say that I was a part of doing something big, whether others like it or not. This story starts when I first went away for college. I went to study organ at a prestigious Midwestern university, and having won a special scholarship for performance, I was given my own suite in a res hall. The first few couple of months I really threw myself into school, practicing, and trying to figure out a system that would work for me as a student. Every day was a repeat of the last, waking up with a quick orange and brewing a coffee before heading to the hall to practice on the organ for two hours before my first class. I had just enough time between classes to run back to my room to make a sandwich before I was back in class until I had ensemble rehearsals and lessons, then a couple of hours in the library before heading back to the room to shower and crash. All of this led to some shockingly rapid progress in my playing, which made me excited to continue school. The only downside was that I had no life. And I mean NO LIFE. As a boy I dreamed about leaving home so I could come out and come into my own. It was already after Thanksgiving and I hadn’t met anyone outside the music department or the few chance encounters with people on my floor. I decided that I needed to change that. Not having any other plans, I sent a text to Chris. *Chris, I need to do something tonight.* He responded quickly, *What’s up? Wanna come hang out?* Chris was never one to beat around the bush. Your average frat boy who loved to run as much as he loved beer, he was jovial and always good for a laugh. *Yes, I will be there in five.* I hurried to pull myself together. I’m average height and slight build. . . About 5’8” and have the body of a soccer player but with slimmer legs. I ran a brush through my light brown hair and adjusted my glasses. My eyes were my best feature, and I wanted their oceans of blue to shine tonight. I pulled a sweater on over my shirt and grabbed a cute pair of shoes to complete the preppy look. I don’t know why I want to look like I stepped out of a Burberry ad, but there are worse things, right? Walking down the hallway, I could already hear the music and loud conversation coming from Chris’s room. I opened the door to let myself in and was hit with a wave of smell. . . It was strangely compelling. Both body odor and too much cheap spray cologne. I sighed, this already feels like more of a college experience than I got the previous three months. Chris saw me and waved me inside, “guys, this is Paul McDonnell. He’s on the floor but he is a bit shy. Just make sure you all welcome him!” Immediately I saw six other heads swivel in my direction. The group was a cadre of people from all over campus, but I immediately noticed Blake. Blake Jeffries was known all over campus. Not only was he the star of the diving team, he had a commanding presence. Not particularly tall at just about 6’, his erect posture and penetrating gaze left a mark on anyone who passed him. I had seen him at the library late a few times, diligently typing on his computer or paging through a book. Any boy who can type and still keep his back textbook straight deserves some kind of a medal. Blake’s eyes locked into mine and it was over. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I stumbled forward and sat down on the floor next to him. The rest of the people in the room were murmuring welcomes, but I felt compelled to occupy space next to Blake. For his part, he smiled gently at me and said hello in a quiet voice. I felt myself shiver. Why was I behaving like this? I needed to snap out of it. “So, you came in just as we were going to start playing some blackjack.” Chris said. “You in?” I looked around the group of people all staring at me and I mumbled, “sure. . . What are the stakes?” The guy sitting between me and Chris thumped me on the back in a bro-way, “stakes are favors — like the loser has to write the winner’s essay or do his laundry or whatever. Nothing too exciting, but should be fun!” I settled in, was given my chips and we all started to play. For anyone who hasn’t had the chance to try something that already they’re not great at while sitting next to the most gorgeous person they had ever seen, let me tell you. It SUCKS! Every move I made was wrong. I only lasted about twenty hands before I was the first one out. The guys all went wild saying things like, “At least we have someone smart if we win. . . I need him to do some homework for me. . . He looks so clean, I could use him to wash my uniform after the soccer match on Saturday. . .” I took the ribbing in stride, I was just happy to be there. I stood up to stretch and looked around the room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time but Brad. He looked like he was concentrating and still sitting ramrod straight. I popped back down and looked right at him. In a low voice I asked, “Is everything okay?” He turned his head and blinked just a foot away from my face. He gave me a tiny smirk and leaned next to my head to whisper, “I’m fine, I am just counting cards so I can be sure to win.” As he pulled head back into his own personal space, there was definitely a devilish twinkle in his eye. For the second time that night, I felt an involuntary shiver travel from my toes to my head. This boy was serious. But why? It took another hour before Blake was the only one standing with chips. We all stood up and started to gather ourselves to say goodnight, the time was almost 1:00 am. Chris piped up, “ Blake, what are you going to have Paul do for you for being the big winner?” Blake looked up from straightening the sorting the cards back into their boxes, “I’m going to get his number and text him. It is none of your business!” That got a few funny looks and playful ribs from the other people there. I was ecstatic. I walked over to him and demanded his phone. I punched in my number then thrust my face next to his, “say cheese!” I snapped a selfie with the two of us and added it to my contact in his phone. Setting the phone down on the table, I was turning away when Blake grabbed my wrist. “Walk me outside a minute.” He finished putting the cards away and stood up, loudly thanking Chris for hosting the get-together and turning toward the door. He still lightly held my wrist and I quickly followed him into the hall. Ah! Fresh air! Only when we were in the elevator heading down the seven stories to the street level did I notice how nice Blake smelled. He was holding me close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off of him, carrying a pleasant musk that comes from someone who eats well and holds themselves in shape. We rode in silence, but I was feeling more and more comfortable being next to him. At least I hadn’t shivered in the last few minutes. We walked through the lobby and outside. We were walking along a dark pathway toward one of the parking lots when Blake stopped and turned toward me. “You know, Paul, I don’t think I have really seen you around campus much before.” “Well, yeah, I have been keeping busy with school work and practicing for a few concerts coming up – besides, Christmas is always crazy time for anyone who can play the organ.” He lit up a bit, “you’re a musician? When is your next concert?” Odd that a jock like him would ask, but I guess he was just being nice. “I have a concert next week Tuesday. We’re playing the Mahler Symphony No. 2 and I am playing some short Reger organ pieces when people are walking in before.” His grey eyes lit up in the darkness, “I love listening to Reger, and my mom sang in the symphony chorus back home before she died and loved the Mahler, too. Can I come?” This would be a first. Meeting a boy who earnestly wanted to come to one of my concerts. Not to mention the jock to end all jocks. And he knows Reger and Mahler? Who was this? “Sure,” I managed to stammer out. “I get some comp tickets, so I can have one with your name on it at the box office.” “Great,” he replied, “I’m looking forward to seeing the performance. Do you have plans for after?” “Well, I don’t like to eat very much before I perform, so I will probably go and grab a bite to eat before heading home and collapsing. The music department is giving us Wednesday off to recover before we have to go back into classes.” “Don’t plan anything and find me in the lobby after the show.” He gave my hand a squeeze and was off in a flash. Before I could react he had disappeared around a corner and was gone. I stood in the early December chill in disbelief. I think I am falling in love. Chapter 1 will be out shortly! Thanks for reading so far!
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Hey guys. This story is inspired by my new SEXY buddy, TexasTwink . He's cute, and you should all write to him to thank him for this story idea. Thank you, TexasTwink. 😉 Please Use a Condom - Chapter 1. A buddy of mine, Sam, has a penchant for corrupting young ‘safe sex only’ guys. Over a few beers, he told me about this one guy he was planning on bringing over to the dark side. A sexy twink from Texas met him in an airport bar and confided that he wanted to be used by several guys at the same time. He fantasized about being taken raw by multiple men, but wasn’t quite ready. He asked my buddy if he’d be willing to help him. He told him he’d come up with something. They exchanged numbers and boarded their flights. They had kept in touch and the twink was going to be traveling back through town for work in a while. My buddy told me that the twink was passing through in a few days and wanted to invite me to join in the festivities. We were going to meet in a bar on Friday night and get the twink some liquid courage before heading back to my buddy’s playroom to have some piggy fun. I could tell from the pics that Sam shared with me that the twink was beautiful, mid-20s, blond hair hanging in his face and over his ears, great smile, and a nice slim body. His jeans showed off his curvy meaty butt. I arrived at the bar first and was pretty sure the cute guy at the bar was the guy we were to meet. A few guys from around showed up before my buddy, and we were all eyeing this tasty-looking twink. I saw Mike and Bill, two POZ guys I’d swapped loads with in the past. There was an older bald heavy-set guy with a beer gut and a massive barrel chest who Mike introduced me to as Ron. When I shook Ron’s paw, I saw a biohazard tattoo on his furry forearm. A sexy Latin guy greeted Ron, who, in turn, introduced the two of us. The Latin guy's name was Pedro. No word or sign if Pedro was POZ or not. The twink was clearly nervous as he downed two beers. My buddy showed up and sat down next to him giving him a big bear hug before introducing us all to ‘tonight’s entertainment.’ We shared a few beers as the twink loosened up. My buddy had his hands down the back of his jeans and was clearly fingering his hole. The twink was squirming and cooing, clearly loving his fantasy coming true. Sam took care of the tab, and we all headed outside to walk the short distance back to his place, arm in arm. The twink was a little drunk, but still very much in control of what he wanted. When we got to Sam’s place, he let us in and led us down to the basement playroom, complete with a leather sling, and a wall of toys. We all helped the twink undress down to his jockstrap. Just as Sam was about to help him into the sling, his eyes flashed wide. He held up his hands as asked if he could have a moment alone with Sam. The four of us went back upstairs to get undressed and get ready for some serious fucking. Sam came upstairs to find me on my knees switching between the cock of my old and new friend. "Bad news, guys. Our twink friend is scared to take so much raw cock. Now, he’s gonna let us fuck him, but there’s a condition: we've gotta use a condom." Mike reached into his pants, puddled on the floor, and pulled out a wrapped condom and commented with a sly smile "I've been saving this for someone special." Sam looked concerned and countered saying "Come on, guys. If he wants us to use a condom, we should honor that, right?’" Sam took Mike’s condom and made sure it wasn't stale, and that the wrapper was intact, asking "You sick fuck didn’t stab this with a pin or anything did you?" Mike shook his head no. My sense was he was being honest. Sam’s concern devolved into a sneer. He asked us to wait right there for a moment. I went back to sucking cock as Sam headed back downstairs. H e reappeared a few moments later with a big grin saying "We’re in luck, pigs. Our twink is into kink. He gave me permission to try something raunchy. We’re going to all fuck him. With a condom. This condom. We all have to wear the same one. And when it breaks, it breaks." The guys helped me to my feet and we headed down the dark steps to find the twink in the sling, blindfolded and holding a bottle of poppers to his nose. To be continued…
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Sold Health (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Hey… need a hole to fuck – only 50 Dollars and you can fuck mine” the twink whispered to me. I knew, there would be young hustlers in this part of the park at night. Most of them were addicts. They were shadows of human beings. This one was not finished yet. He was still good looking, but his youth was vanishing. His eyes seemed clouded and he slurred the words. “You got a place to go?” I asked. “There are many deserted areas here. We can find a place easily…” he answered. “Nah… I am looking for a guy to fuck him in his bed” I said shortly and turned around to leave. “Wait… wait… let’s say 30 Dollars and you can fuck me here… what do you say?” he begged. “What do you say, if I give you 100 Dollars for your mouth and a bit of your time?” I replied. “Okay. But my flat is not so… tidy.” he said. “I didn’t expect it to be. It will be enough if you are on your knees and suck my dick there… and maybe some other stuff.” I answered. We left the park and walked through deserted streets. It was way after midnight and the good people were all asleep. We walked without talking. The guy was always two steps ahead and I followed him. I watched his ass move and this made me quite horny. His body was shaking from time to time. Obviously he needed money for his next fix. It was such a shame. He had been a good looking lad once. Don’t get me wrong. He was still doing ok. I have seen worse looking boys. It would be a pleasure to use this one. We stopped at a run down house in some part of the city. The lad tried to open the first door to the hall with his key, but he was shaking so much, that it took him a while to open the entrance. I didn’t touch him… Not yet. I just watched his petite frame. He would have been a cute guy, with his blonde hair and his cute little ass, but he chose the wrong path one day in his life and now he was rushing downhill, with no one able to stop him. “Sorry… I am a bit shaky” he apologized. “Take your time…” I answered with my low voice. I followed him to the second floor and again he had to complete the impossible task, to open the door with his key in a calm fashion. When he finally managed to unlock the door to his flat, he opened the door and he stumbled into his own one room apartment. I stood outside and waited. After a second he came back and looked at me questioningly. “Don’t you want to welcome me?” I asked. “Yeah sure… come in” he said. “No I mean… welcome me, with your mouth - outside of your flat.” I insisted. “Dude… I live here. The people around here know my girlfriend.” he whispered desperately. I stood there calmly and simply looked into his eyes. “Oh damnit…” he cursed. He walked outside into the hall and crouched before me. With trembling hands he tried to open my jeans. It was hilarious how much time he needed to set my cock free. And still it was cute, how bad he needed the money, that he even serviced a John out here in the open, just to get cash for his drugs. My cock hardened already, because of the massage his fingers gave to me, simply by opening my pants. Finally he grabbed inside of my cage and freed my hardening cock. I pressed the button for the floor light. The twink flinched. “Man… please… don’t…” he whined. “Open your mouth and suck!” I ordered him loudly. For the first time I saw his face in a bright light. The lad seemed to be broken already. His face showed the story of his decline. He was working for one thing only and that was his drug. It didn’t matter what kind of substance he abused. The drug ruled his life. His blue eyes looked up to me, while he sucked my cock deep into his throat. He had this pleading look. He wanted me to give him the sign, that we could move into his apartment to finish this job. I nodded at him. Thankfully he smiled at me and crawled backwards into his one room flat. I followed him inside his home. Home sweet home… The whore wanted to get up and close the apartment door. “Stay on your knees dog.” I simply ordered and closed the door myself. “What…?” he asked. “You understood me. Stay where you belong… on your knees.” I pushed the light switch but the room stayed dark. “No light?” I asked. “I didn’t have the money to pay it. I guess they shut down the electricity.” the boy mumbled. On his knees he scurried through the room and lit some candles. “How romantic…” I said ironically. “Can I have my money first? Then I will finish sucking you.” he asked with a broken voice. I interrupted stroking my dick and gave him the 100 Dollars. “Who are these people on those pictures?” I asked and pointed to some photographs on a cupboard.” “That’s none of your business I guess. I will suck your dick…” he argumented. “I paid for that AND your time faggot” I rebuked. The teen moved closer and watched at those pictures. “My parents… and that’s me one year ago. When I turned 18.” he sighed. “That was you? One year ago? May I say it, you look shit today” I replied coldly. “I know. I have changed a bit, but I am still handsome… at least my girlfriend tells me so” the boy mumbled. “You changed a bit?” I laughed. “You’re girlfriend… *chuckles” “Is she a whore too?” I asked him. “Huh?” “Is your girlfriend also a whore like you?!” I repeated the question. “She does what she has to do” he answered. I turned to him and fed him some cock. I like my boys to keep their heads still. It is my job to move and so I held him by his ears and shoved my cock deep into his throat. “Open up” I ordered. “Would it be okay if I would piss into you?” “Ho… mu….” he inarticulated. “What?” I pulled my cock out of his mouth. “How much… can I get for it?” he asked. “So you would drink it. You would be my urinal, for my stinking piss. It just has a tag on it” I chuckled. I will give you another 100 Dollars just to piss. But I won’t use your mouth bitch. What about your bed? Or could I simply piss into your closet… onto your clothes. He could see another 100 Dollar bill waving in front of his face. It took him a while, but then he grabbed for the money. “Easy cash… easy cash…” I repeated. After he accepted the other bill I turned around to the little cupboard and showered all the pictures with my yellow liquid. I laughed out loudly. “Saw that? I pissed on your family. I pissed on your girlfriend and I pissed on you… 18 years old handsome guy…” I grinned evilly. Then I stopped pissing and wandered around. I opened the closet and started another stream of my dark yellow colored piss. “This is okay… for you. Right? I'm allowed to piss on your clothes. Since your flat is a pigsty anyways…” I reassured myself. The guy held his money in his fist and nodded defeatedly. I walked to the fading beauty and crouched next to him. “Listen – you have already lost everything. Do you think you can make it – any time soon?” I asked him seriously. “Maybe… if I get some help. Maybe then I can start a new life” he whispered. I stood up and pushed my cock deeply into his mouth again and rocked softly in and out of his throat. “What would you say, if I tell you tonight… I will give you a great amount of money, if you are willing to gamble with your health…” I asked him softly. “*Hrmpf* I don’t understand…” he interrupted his sucking motions. “You know HIV and AIDS? Sure you know…” I grinned knowingly. “Are you clean…?” I asked him “I am carefully – sharing my needle and I don’t let guys fuck me without a condom” he said. “I got an HIV rapid antibody test with me. We could know within 20 Minutes, if you are infected or not” I told him. “And then…?” he didn’t know my intentions, but he accepted my cock again and suckled on it. “If you are negative… a friend of mine and I will pay you 10.000 Dollars to fuck you bareback. The only risk is, we are both not medicated AIDS Tops and highly contagious. Are you willing to take the risk?” I asked him. The lad was stunned. His eyes seemed to be empty, but I knew his thoughts were rotating around the money. He probably didn’t realize, but he was still sucking my infiltrating cock. “Think of all the things you can do with it. Pay your next fix. Move out to a better apartment with your girlfriend. Start a new life!” I reasoned with him. “You can keep the 200 Dollars and I will leave, if you decide that’s a risk, you don’t want to take” I withdrew my cock from him. “But if you are willing to get POZ fucked, we will pay you the money tonight. My buddy will have the cash on him. And there is still a chance, you won’t get infected. In that case you can keep the money of course…” I explained. “So? Do we have a Deal or No Deal?” I wanted to know.
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People usually forget that the twelve days of Christmas actually start on December 25th. Growing up in a Catholic household, that was drilled into my brain. I had grown up in a white collar family just outside of St. Louis and knew the importance of family, friends, and obedience (at least how my parents thought I should be.) I had no idea that this one Christmas would change the trajectory of my life forever. Growing up I wasn’t anyone special. My love of books and music didn’t do much to help me develop muscle, but an insane mother made sure I didn’t put on weight. A 6’2” skinny twink with brown hair and grey eyes wasn’t anything devastatingly beautiful, but I wasn’t horrible either. My glasses made me look smart, and I had a bad habit that most tall and gangly people have of hunching over to make myself seem smaller. My friends all called me Jordy, and I was lucky this year because my eighteenth birthday fell on the same day as Thanksgiving. I did alright in school and had plans to major in psychology once I graduated high school. My other siblings were all younger, two brothers and a sister. My parents had been together for twenty years at this point and were making ends meet, though they were becoming increasingly religious and conservative. I had realized my sexuality when I was in the fourth grade and the boys were talking about the girls in ways that I knew I thought about the boys. Being artistic didn’t do anything to temper the teasing, and my friends had always been girls until I was a sophomore in high school. Chett was a hunk of a man and a year ahead of me in school. As cliché as it is to say, he was the star soccer player who somehow managed to be at home with the jocks, get good grades, and have everyone fall in love with him. I certainly wasn’t immune to his spell, and after being assigned a locker next to his at the beginning of the year, we started talking regularly. He seemed effortlessly beautiful — the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; his hair was always perfect, his posture was immaculate, and he managed to utterly charm me from the moment he spoke. He seemed to have always had a girl on his arms while prowling the halls in school, but when we met up it was just the two of us. I didn’t question his motives — he couldn’t be gay, anyway. We stayed friends during the rest of his time in high school and even kept in touch when he went off to play soccer in college at Columbia. Before Chett left for college, we made a pact to stay in each other’s lives. I kind of let my side of that bargain down a bit when the pressure of applying for colleges, competing for scholarships, and the academic load in school got to be a lot. I managed to follow along with his soccer season, thought, and was pleased that he got some significant playing time as a freshman. We promised each other that we would meet up while he was home for the holidays. We finally caught up with each other by texting all through Thanksgiving. He and some of his friends were staying in New York for the parade while I was stuck in Missouri. I spent the entire day glued to my phone bantering with him about everything. It was after I had been stuffed with turkey and off to bed when I got a message from him. HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT 18TH BIRTHDAY. LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU WHEN I AM HOME FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR. I HAVE SO MUCH TO GET YOU CAUGHT UP WITH AND HAVE A GIFT I WANT TO GIVE YOU, TOO! His message did something to me inside — the fact that he still cared about me and made me feel special was something that I couldn’t really believe. I sent back a text in reply: THAT MEANS SO MUCH COMING FROM YOU. I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND HEAR ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN UP TO. I WILL NEED TO THINK OF SOMETHING GOOD TO GIVE YOU, TOO. His response was the last message I got before falling asleep that night: DON’T WORRY, I KNOW THAT SEEING YOU WILL BE ALL THE GIFT I NEED. * * * * * * Leading up to the holidays, it was even more hectic than usual. My parents were going all out to make this the “last Christmas all the kids are together” a special treat. I thought I had been busy with school before, but now I was trying to cram in scholarship applications with baking cookies with my mother, decorating the house, hanging lights with my dad and just generally running around in last minute preparation. Chett stayed in touch trying to set up a time to get together, and eventually we landed on after Midnight Mass Christmas Day. Christmas Eve was crazy as usual with lots of extended family over, big meal, and general frivolity. At ten-thirty I got up to head to church to sing with the choir while the rest of my family piled into their pew at eleven to listen to the prelude music. We sang for Midnight Mass, wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and the rest of the family got ready to go. I caught my mom as she was about to get in the car, “Hey, my friend Chett is back from college and is wondering if we can hang out for a bit tonight. I’m amped up from performing and am not really tired.” She seemed exhausted and distracted and just said, “Fine, just remember that you have to be awake tomorrow morning to do presents at 9:00.” I gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before she shut the door and drove away. My phone was in my hand before I could blink and I typed out: WHERE DO YOU WANT TO MEET? I got an immediate reply: COME TO FIELD FOUR AT THE OLD RIVERFRONT PARK. It was a short three minute drive to the deserted park grounds at the riverfront. Field four was the largest of the soccer pitches where Chett had played his games in high school. I could barely make out a tall figure at center field when I parked my car and pulled on a jacket to fend off the cool breeze on this unseasonably warm Christmas. Chett must have heard the car door slam because he whipped around and started sprinting toward me. We caught each other in a massive embrace and all the butterflies I kept in my chest took flight. After holding each other for what felt like minutes we pulled away and looked at each other in the faded light of the lamps on the perimeter fence. “Fuck, you look amazing!” Flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself. And he did. College had agreed with Chett and he seemed to be more of a man than he was before he left. His body a little harder, more angular. His hair was still perfectly coiffed, but a little longer. Some rebellious studs glinting in the dim lights in his ears. I really couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. “Haha! You look just the same — how you don’t put on weight, I will never know.” I saw his eyes rake my body hidden under my jacket and dress slacks. “Up you get!” I was taken by surprise when Chett lunged for my legs and effortlessly picked me up and carried me back onto the field into the center circle. I kept giggling and couldn’t help feel a bit overwhelmed by this incredible specimen who wanted to spend time with me. What I could give him in friendship, I really didn’t know. Instead of putting me back down feet-first onto the grass, he spun me around and cradled me in a position almost like I was being dipped at a dance. My eyes widened in surprise as I caught a hungry, yet tender gleam in his eyes, framed by his glorious hair before he leaned down and planted his lips firmly on mine. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have completely collapsed in a puddle on that field. Instead, he held me tight as the most beautiful boy I had ever known gave me my first kiss. My body short-circuited and I was feeling completely overwhelmed. Our lips working together, parting to allow our tongues to dance — it all seemed so natural and so all-consuming. After what felt like days of being in each other’s embrace, we came up for air and I searched his eyes for an explanation. “Don’t worry about it Jordy,” he said. “I have been wanting to do that with you since I first saw you trying to stuff your backpack into that locker your first day of sophomore year. I hadn’t ever thought about anyone like that before, and I was just worried that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me if I came out and asked.” My brain was still trying to catch up with what had just happened, and the thought that he wanted me just couldn’t compute. “You’ve wanted me for years?” “Yeah, I didn’t really know how to say it when we were in high school and I was so worried about being judged by the other guys on the team. So I didn’t say anything until I got to college. When I was there, the first few days of practice I saw that the guys just didn’t give a shit and they wanted us all to be happy. When you were so busy, I knew I couldn’t add any pressure on your life, so I met up with a few guys off the apps and started exploring.” I was looking at Chett with a whole new light. This man had gone from being cool and attractive to being so sexy I couldn’t stand it. “Wow! Sounds like college has been a great experience for you so far!” “I can’t really complain. I have learned a lot about myself and feel like I’m ready to be out there in public as the full me.” I craned my neck up to kiss him. “You have no idea how long this has been a dream of mine that I thought would never come true.” Chett’s eyes glinted at my admission. “Well, I have to give you your Christmas gift, then!” In another amazing display of athletic prowess, he flipped my body over and slowly lowered me down onto all fours. Without any ceremony (or care for the poor button on my trousers) he pulled my pants and underwear over my ass and down to my knees, exposing the skin on my back and my raging hard cock to the cool night air. I inhaled instinctively with the temperature change and unsure how to react. That quickly melted away, however, when I felt something warm and wet begin to probe the crack hiding my hole. I was gurgling nonsense sounds as Chett slowly plied my cheeks apart and began licking and slobbering all over my puckering hole. If I hadn’t known before, it was this moment that I realized that this man could do whatever he wanted with me and I would be more than happy to oblige. As his mouth and tongue made slurping noises and I felt the area between my cheeks becoming slick with spit, another jingling sound of a belt being loosened joined the chorus. I am about to get fucked, I realized. A switch flipped in my brain and I leaned the front of my chest down to the grass and felt a state of total euphoria and relaxation take over my body. As that sensation swept down my spine, I could feel my ass unclench and allow Chett’s tongue deeper access to the inside of my hole. With a little whimper, I felt him tear his face away and heard more jingling as he took his pants off over his shoes and tossed them outside the circle. One more trickle of spit I felt as I heard him slowly jerk himself off. When the head of his penis finally hit the crack of my ass, it didn’t feel right. It felt heavy and cold. I heard a little amused huff from behind me, “looks like you found out where my other piercing is.” Fuck, he had a piercing in his dick?!?! What the hell did that look like? I tried to turn my head to look back at him, and all I saw was the root of his dick disappearing into trimmed pubes and a maniacal expression on his face as he gently rocked his dick up and down my ass crack. “Do you want me to give you my gift?” I kept whimpering because I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him in this moment. “Yes, if you take my virginity in exchange.” That did something to him and he switched from teasing me to starting to push himself inside. I wish that I could claim to be an incredible bottom and say how easy it was that he was able to slide right in, but my hole was not that experienced. I felt his Prince Albert piercing stretch my hole to the breaking point before the head of his dick was in me, and several seconds of panicked panting took over until he rubbed my back and commanded me to take deep breaths. He continued to invade my hole and the stretching and small pops of pain continued until he was completely buried and I could feel his pubes itching my taint. I had never felt so accomplished as having taken this boys’s entire cock. I was flushed with the thought that we were physically linked in this moment, and the emptiness when he started to pull out made me meow in disappointment. He huffed another amused breath, “don’t worry, I am just about to show you what being fucked feels like.” He suddenly threw his weight on top of me, causing his dick to be firmly planted past my second hole as I screamed — my body was completely overwhelmed with sensation as I was slammed flat onto the grass. From that moment on, it was a sprint of breathless fucking for what seemed hours. The prone position meant his dick was jackhammering my prostate while he was practically performing pushups over my back. Beads of sweat slid across my body under my clothes and I felt my head being peppered with sweat from his body towering above me. I have never felt more alive than in that moment. After what could only have been a few minutes Chett’s huffing became faster and his thrusts less regular and feeling almost desperate. His growls in my ear were replaced with higher pitched, breathy tones of, “oh fuck, oh fuck, you want this?” All I could respond was earnestly nodding, not trusting my breath to make any sound. My poor dick was overstimulated between the grass tickling it and my prostate being pounded, and I felt the orgasm wash over me without even a helping hand. He kept pounding away for a couple of more seconds while his cock seemed to expand inside of me before he thrust deeper into me than he had before and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the pulsing in my hole of what had to be a record number of cumshots while he felt limp and spent above me. After recovering enough control so that I could speak again, I turned my head to look at the side of Chett’s face as he lay across my back and just whispered, “I think I love everything about you.” I could feel the corners of his mouth tick up as he grinned and began to raise himself off of me, slowly extricating his cock from my hole. I started to sit up, but before I could he thrust two fingers in my hole and turned me around to sit on them, before laying me on my back and teasing the tip of his cock against my lips. As if it were trained into me, I opened my mouth and began to suckle the head of his dick. The PA made things a bit tricky, especially since it seemed to have some pointy balls on the end, but I did my best to clean him up, tasting cum for the first time. His fingers hurt so good while I licked his shaft and his balls, and when I had finally finished, he pulled his fingers out of my ass and thrust them into his mouth. “Mmm! Your hole is so tasty!” He reached out and helped me to my feet. It was the first time that I had seen the lower half of his body naked, and I looked on in shock. I knew I couldn’t deep throat him because he was girthy, but I had no idea how long his dick was. . . It had to have been at least nine inches semi-hard and the PA glinted off the tip of his cock looking as thick as my pinky. I was in utter shock as he turned and showed off his impressive ass while he retrieved his pants. After tucking everything back into its place, he came over and took my hand, lifting me off the grass and spinning me around for a kiss. The faintest hint of metallic taste lingered in his mouth as we made out. He kept his right hand firmly planted in my left while he helped me pull up my pants over my spent dick and helped me straighten my hair. “I hope that we can see a lot more of each other before I have to leave town to get back to school. I just want you to know that I feel deeply about you and hope that you feel the same about me.” Considering the state I was in, I didn’t feel that I could trust myself to speak, so I tried to put all my words into a kiss. Breaking apart, I found my voice and said, “I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, and what we did tonight will always be sacred.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Chett’s response was to pull me in tightly for a hug, “You’re going to be changed by this forever. I know that we have a great future together.” We walked back to our cars feeling content and fucked-out. Before we pulled away, we shared one last kiss with the promise to be in touch later in the day. As I got into the car and started it, I saw that it was just before three in the morning. Sneaking back into the house was easy, and a gentle shower got rid of the sweat and most of the body fluids that clung to my mouth and legs. I thought about trying to empty my guts, but decided against it. I thought it would be kinky going to sleep with a little part of Chett still inside. I crashed onto my bed and fell immediately asleep so I missed the text from Chett before waking up for presents. It simply read: MORE TO CUM 😜
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Good Friends Are Hard To Find ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Believe me… he is totally into you” Jason made a serious face. He sat with some of his friends in a gay club. His friends were Tom, Mike and Seth. They didn’t know Seth all too well though. Beautiful Seth… The guy just turned 18 and had his coming out the day before. Of course it was all exciting and new for him. It was fun for Jason and his two best mates to lead Seth into disenchantment. They met him just yesterday and of course they tried to get into Seth’s pants, but the boy had the imagination, a prince on a white horse would come around and they would love each other forever and live happily ever after…. The three brats were disappointed, that Seth denied all approach. And what was even worse, he did all that without being nasty or belligerent. He was simply sweet and innocent – through and through. “Let us do the thinking for you. We know what’s best for you…” Tom mentioned. “There are many dysfunctional people out there, but with our help you will find your first steps on this path safely.” Tom added. “Look at you… with your short blonde hair and your cute blue eyes, all the guys will try to rip you apart and steal your innocence. And it is so inspiring, to meet a young guy on the verge of his first leaps into his sexuality….” Mike proclaimed. “… and love…. don’t forget to find your true love….” Jason continued. “Yes… I was in love before, but always with heterosexual guys of course” Seth sighed. “See – and with our help you will obtain your true and eternal love” Jason almost sang. Seth didn’t see the nasty look in Jason’s eyes. He didn’t know, that the three guys made a deal the other night. They would try to drag the virgin down in the most vicious way – to get him as many dates as possible with POZ tops. Seth looked down shyly and glanced at his glass of coke “You guys totally rock. I am so clumsy when it comes to boys….” Seth mumbled. “You shouldn’t be. Look at you, you are gorgeous.” they flattered him. “So… are there any good guys here?” Seth giggled cutely. “The first thing you got to do is to look…” “At his eyes!” Seth completed Jason’s sentence. The three guys laughed loudly. They almost couldn’t calm down. “His eyes” Jason repeated and giggled merrily. “No… No - serious now… You need to look at his bulge.” “I am supposed to look at his bulge?” Seth was irritated. “I always looked at the eyes” he mumbled. “Maybe that’s the reason, why you are still alone… Look: Of course you scan the area first. But your brain decides in some seconds, if the guy is ok for you or not. If your heart agrees, that you could imagine more than just a meaningless romance, you have to direct your gaze at the guys bulge immediately.” Tom smiled. “If the guy notices your gaze, his detection starts and he decides if you two are a match made in heaven, or probably not. If the guy winks and smiles, you are almost there. If he even parts his legs, then it is probably, because his cock gets hard. Try to compare then, if his bulge grows.” Mike partly completed the advices. They could see the confusion in Seth’s eyes and it was so much fun for them. “I forgot, it is absolutely necessary, that you lick your lips while focusing your gaze on the bulge” Jason added seriously. “This looks so trashy, don’t you think?” Seth asked. “I don’t know… I never thought about it that way. I just read once in a scientific essay, that this kind of gesturing would start chemical processes in our bodies” Jason lied. “Wow… and all this happens in just a couple of seconds? Cool….” Seth looked astonished. “If you are brave enough, you could walk up to him and check on his dick. If it is hard, he is truly interested in you as a person. You just need to touch his cock. And if you are massaging it softly, you signal to him, you are open for a serious relationship” Tom sighed. “Sounds great….” Seth smiled excitedly. Seth started an unauthorized first test. He looked at a guy at the bar. His name was Rob, but Seth didn’t know that of course. Rob had seen the newbie last night, and truly thought he could make a difference in this superficial scene. So now he was amazed, that the cute twink looked him straight in the eyes. Rob smiled at first, but then the boys eyes wandered downwards to his crotch. And if that wasn’t enough, the cute guy from last night licked his lips like a cheap whore. It was truly disgusting. He was extremely disappointed and turned around. ‘Only degenerated people’ Rob said to himself. “See… the guy was not interested in a relationship with you and his reaction made it clear” Jason seemed to be relieved. “Too bad… he had nice and caring eyes…” Seth sighed sadly. He didn’t know, he just wasted a chance to meet an honest and loveable guy. “Don’t start another test yet. What will you do, if you and Mr. Right found each other?” Jason wanted to know. “We will sit and talk. Maybe go out for a walk and get to know each other better” Seth beamed brightly. “Wrong!” Seth exclaimed. “Who gave you those crazy ideas? This is not working in a place like this. You can be romantic later, but before that you need to examine, if you bodies go together.” Seth thought about his parents. They seemed to be happy. Maybe this was simply a gay thing. No wonder he didn’t know about it. He lived in the closet all his life. He even had girlfriends, but he never had sex with them. Seth knew all along, that he was different. “So… what do I have to do then?” the boy wanted to know eagerly. “Usually the top guy will lead you to a place to consummate your union” Mike explained. “And since the chemical reaction won’t last too long, it has to be a place nearby. Mostly you will pull back to the darkroom or the stalls. But it is also okay, if all those places are taken, to solemnize the relationship on the backseat of a car. It is okay even, to do that outside, or behind the trashcans” he lied to Seth. “So this would be my first time also?” Seth seemed to be shocked. “I won’t lie to you, but no one said it would be easy. The men, who are shooting their love seed into you, are also looking for someone to love” Mike couldn’t almost keep his face straight. “They are vulnerable, just like you! And yes - maybe you will need another try, and one more try after that, to find you true love. Isn’t that an acceptable price to pay?” he asked almost solemnly. “I guess so. It would be so great to find someone I could rely on and who cares for me” Seth mumbled. He was a bit worried though. Mike mentioned something about ‘shooting the love seed into his body’. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered to protect himself, but he didn’t remember why? Suddenly he knew it. His mom always told him about condoms, to make sure his girlfriends wouldn’t get pregnant. Seth chuckled to himself. He wouldn’t be in danger to get pregnant, he guessed. “What about this guy? He ordered just a drink. I mean the one, with the black jeans and the white wife beater. He is not too old and seems to have money, as far as I have heard” Jason whispered. “I don’t care for money. There are more important things.” Seth said truthfully. “Exactly! Big dicks for example! Now shut up and check him out now!” he ordered. Simon (with the black jeans) was waiting for his drink when he turned around and saw the four guys sitting at one table, observing him. Seth immediately gazed at the man’s crotch. The dominant male had spotted Seth’s gaze immediately. His cock made a notch and Simon started massaging his junk through his jeans. Slowly he walked towards the twinks, never losing his grip. He was definitely well amplified in the cock department, but since his dick grew hard now, his bulge grew vividly. You could clearly follow the outline of his cock through his fabric. “Ladies….” Simon greeted them in a deep voice. “Do you like what you see?” he asked and nodded into Seth's direction. ‘What you see is what you get’ thought Seth instead and was scared…
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Ya, He's Gay, He Just Don't Know It Yet Chris was a typical high school kid . He was a bit of a nerd who loved to run cross country and long distance track at school. Being raised in a small, rural, southern town by a pair of ultra, religious parents did give him much latitude. He followed three Christian values his parents instilled upon him from the Bible of premarital sex, masturbation and homosexuality as sins. It was during his senior year that he began to break out on his own. When the Mitchell’s moved to town and joined the same church as Chris’s family the two sets of parents became good friends and so did Chris and their son Arthur. It was through this friends the Chris began to smoke pot with his new friend. The two boys would enjoy a bowl or two a couple times a week. This friendship also exposed Chris to the joys that the opposite sex could offer. On frequent occasions when Arthur’s parents would you out of town Chris would stay with Arthur, and Arthur's girlfriend would come over along with a friend for Chris. While Arthur was fucking his girlfriend Chris would be entertained by the girl that came with Arthur’s girl. Chris still tried to maintain one fast stead rule, no premarital sex. The extent of activity between Chris and whomever accompanied Arthur's girl amounted to a lot of kissing, heavy petting and a couple blow jobs. Chris maintained in his head that his lack of enthusiasm with what ever girl came over was due to the fact that he didn’t love the girl. Chris As I approach the end of my senior year, I have really valued my friends with Arthur Mitchell. Once the final bel gang on Friday we headed to Arthur's house to smoke some weed before we head out to a kick ass party that night. As we begin smoking Arthur's stash he realizes that he is almost out and will need to pick some up before the party. He contacts his dealer and arranges to meet him at Jeremy Well’s house at 9. Jeremy is one of the school fags and he was having a party at his place since his parents were out of town. Now we had been invited to his party as well, but I really didn’t want to go to a party with a bunch of fags. We smoked all the weed we had then showered and dressed to go out. We picked up the girls, Arthur’s girlfriend and the friend she’d have for me. When we arrived at Jeremy’s there was a good crowd already partying. There’s was alcohol everywhere and schoolmates having a good time. We followed Arthur as he made his way through the house and out to the backyard. As we began to cross three patio it was clear to me that this was the fag's hangout. They were smoking weed and who knows what else as Arthur walked a direct line to this tall, slender black guy who couldn’t be more than 20-21 years old. The two shook hands and we were introduced to Dante. After shaking hands the two conducted business and as we were almost ready to go one of our schoolmates grabbed Arthur. It turned out that Arthur’s younger sister who was at the party had, at this early hour, to much to drink and had thrown up in the bathroom. In this instance his sister and her best friend were escorted out to the backyard. Jeremy told Arthur that he should get the two drunk girls out of his house. As much as I wanted to pound this queer boy, the priority was to the drunk pair. If Arthur was going to take these two drunk teens home it was going to be a challenge. He drove a small, two door hatchback that barely fit four preps. Now there were 6 to drive. Hearing our predicament he made a very logical suggestion, she the it looked like all the girls would fit in the car he could give me a ride and we’d meet up at the party. That settled our problem and Dante seemed like a cool guy to ride with to the party. Dante The second I saw this white boy I got this feeling. When my man Arthur introduced us and I we shook hands I new or for sure. When the situation presented before me I knew I had a shot to find out and maybe Chris would find himself. As Arthur left to take his sister home I handed Chris a drink, a joint, told him I had one more deal to take care of before we could leave and to enjoy himself while he waited. Jeremy and some of his friends wanted to buy some Tina and GHB. I told my thing as I made my way through the house and found their group already in there briefs just waiting for the party favors. As usual then invited me to stay and join them, but I had other plans. When I finally returned to Chris I found him well baked from the joint and significantly affected by the G that was in his drink. I led him over to my car, we climbed in and were off. As we drove I could see that Chris was slightly groggy, not too much where he was out of it, I didn’t want him like that, but just enough to be open to suggestions. As we drove I looked at him and asked, “Hey there Chris, you getting tired?” He replied, “I think it’s the combination of the weed I smoked and the booze I just drank.” I pulled the car onto a dark side street, pulled out my Tina pipe from the center console telling my passenger, “Bro, I’ve got something here that will perk you right up.” I held the pipe up, lit the torch and melted the contents. As the smoke built up in the bowl I began to inhale which was followed by my exhaling a big, beautiful cloud while commenting, “Damn that hits the spot.” Chris looked at me, “Man, more weed week put my lights out.” I let him know, “This ain’t weed, it’s called T and it’s kind of like an upper. I think you’ll like it.” Chris It was nice of Dante to give me a joint to smoke along with a drink while he finished up his business with the fags. I have to remember to ask him what kind of booze this is he gave me, it’s got a strange taste to it. I’m not sure how long I was waiting, but when he finally came out to get me I had already finished the drink and was practically roached the joint. Dante says let’s go as he led me to his car. He had a nice ride, a Nissan 380Z loaded when everything. The back seat in this car is useless especial with Dante's 6’ 4” height. The front seat is so far back there’s no leg room if someone tried you sit in the back seat. As he drove off I began do feel a little tired when he said something to me before eventually pulling onto a side street. He pulled a strange looking pipe out, held a strong torch lighter under it needed he inhaled the white smoke. After he blew out a big white cloud he hand the pipe to me and instructed me on how to heat the T so or wouldn’t burn and when to start to inhale the smoke. I was a little hesitant about trying Tina, “So you just smoke it?” Dante answered, “You can smoke it, snort it up for nose and some like to slam it, inject it right into a vein.” I then said, “Injecting it sounds hard core, you ever try it?” Dante told me, “A couple times, I can take it or leave it.” As I was heating up the bowl Dante removed his shirt saying, “This shit all ways makes me hot.” After I had done my first hit of this T, Dante had me do a couple more telling me, “It usually takes a few hits to really feel the effects. He had me do 5 hits before taking the pipe from my hands and asking me, “How do you feel now?” As I did a self assessment before answering, I had to admit to myself that I felt more awake and energized, “That stuff is amazing. I feel like I can take on the world. And I see what you mean about making you feel warm.” Dante then encouraged me to take off my shirt which I eagerly did. As we sat there I found myself admiring Dante's well defined body. I had to ask him, “What do foo do to get arms and a chest like that?” He answered me, “Oh this?’ As he flexed his arms and chest. “This is all natural, no ahead and feel.” With his invitation I found myself touching Dante’s arms, chest and abs while telling him, “I wish I had a body like his.” Dante was quick to tell me, “You’ve got a nice compact body, defined in the all the right places.” Dante took this opportunity to touch my arms chest and abs which at first I thought strange, but I had just done the same to him. In fact, it felt a little exciting to have someone touch me like he had just done. I then asked, “Don’t we have a party to get to?” Dante answered, “Fuck yeah, but I need to make a stop at my place to get more ‘supplies’
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breeding First Time being used as a Cumdump by Older Cock
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I don't usually hookup with men as I'm discreet and not out of the closet, but I was insanely horny and got onto Fabguys out of curiousity, seeking older cock. An older daddy in his 60s dm'd, he had a playroom and various kinky rubber/leather outfits and was fairly local, I made the trip over there also wearing tight rubber latex gear, the nerves were growing, before I knew it I was at his door, it was too late to turn back. He greeted me wearing a shiny black rubber catsuit and riding boots, he had a metal cockring on. He directed me to the playroom, where there was a fuck bench and sling in the center of the room with hardstyle techno music on in the background. I got onto the sling and he begun lubing up my hole, my cock has never been so erect. I noticed he rubbed his bare cock head onto my hole, I told him I was hesitant to unprotected, he popped on a condom and begun pumping me, he was 7inches, fuck it felt good with his balls slapping against my hole. I was jerking hard whilst he was inside of me, he picked up the momentum and shot into the condom in what seemed like it had only just started, he took it off and I put it over my erect cock and I continued jerked with it until he was ready to go again. My mind was in a state of trance, I asked him to pound me raw, I felt so gay and dirty that I was brazen enough to be fucked bareback, he slid his cum covered knob back into my hole and begun thrusting, it felt so fucking hot taking bare raw cock, we were talking so filthy, moaning and groaning, I asked him to "pound me", "breed me" and to "shoot that spunk into my hole", he asked if I "wanted breeding", I was gagging for it, he sped up and got deeper, then finally spunked into my hole, it felt so warm with his bare cock erupting in my ass, I couldn't hold back, I pumped my cock fast and shot into the used condom, both our hot loads mixed into the used rubber. He plugged my hole so the sperm stayed in and sent me on my way. I felt so gay after it was over when the clarity hit of what we was doing since I'm closeted, but within hours I was jerking hard to what had happened, but now I'm a total cumdump addicted to older bareback cock -
Vid is very short (1:25) and quality is kind of crappy but you can still see the dominant male (poz) pounding the boy's cunt pretty hard. This young fag you can hear him say "give me that poz dick!" and "give me what I need." Omfggg so hot. Think I am gonna go jack off to it again. http://www.bloglovin.com/blogs/toxic-breeding-11524697?post=2543846531&group=0&frame_type=a&context=expanded_post&context_ids=&blog=11524697&frame=1&click=0&user=0&viewer=true -
Hey guys, this is my first story and my first creative writing in a long time. Your feedback is welcomed! I hope it's not too much setup before we get to the good stuff, but I intend to keep writing about Brian, so I want you to know who he is. I wrote the first couple chapters before posting anything, but there is more to come. Hope you enjoy! *********** Chapter 1 - Brian Brian had never shivered like this before. Sure, growing up in a skinny kid in New England, he was used to feeling cold in the winter. But it wasn’t the cold making his teeth chatter as he drove his crappy old Grand Cherokee down a perfectly normal suburban side street at 1am. He was nervous. Probably excited too, but mostly nervous. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get fucked. Brian was a quiet, nerdy, awkward high school senior. He spent most of his time playing video games or camping, hanging out with a few friends now and then, and being alone a lot. It’s not really how he wanted to be living, but he just figured it was who he was. At school, he was a straight-A student, but not quite the star pupil. He’d get into a decent college with no problem. He had some extra-curriculars under his belt: debate, volunteering. He did what he needed to do to get into college and satisfy the expectation that he do something with his time. He was an athlete too. It wasn’t that big of a part of his life, but it checked a box. He played tennis (which he wasn’t very good at) and ran cross country. It’s about all you could expect from a kid his size. He was 5’7”, 125lb on a good day. He wasn’t one of those kids who were complete sticks, but there was no getting away from the fact that he was scrawny. The tennis and cross country at least gave him a nice perky ass, thin defined legs, and kept him a few crunches away from a six pack, if he had tried. On his head was a mop of light brown hair that he didn’t really do much with, not too short but not too long. He didn’t think of himself as hot, at all, and he didn’t do any favors for himself with how he dressed. Knee-length cargo shorts and a not-fitted but not-baggy t-shirt typically did the trick. He wasn’t a skater kid, swimming is his clothes, but neither did he wear anything that would show off his thin but fit body. If he had dressed differently, if he had thought about himself differently, he could have been decently “hot”. But he didn’t have the confidence for it. So, Brian spent a lot of time at his computer, watching and waiting as high school quickly sped by. He was waiting for that girl to fall into his lap and be his girlfriend. For the kiss at the dance, the awkward date, the “first time”. He wanted that feeling of walking in to school the day after losing his virginity with the swagger he imagined the other guys had, even if he’d never actually looked at a classmate and thought “he looks like he got laid last night”. He was frustrated that things weren’t working out, but he was also beginning to be confused. Confused by a boy named Jake. Jake and Brian weren’t close, or even really friends. There were classmates, sharing physics, history, and gym that year. They knew each other, they were cordial, but they didn’t hang out. But Brian had caught himself starting to watch Jake, to let his gaze linger on him longer than normal, to have him pop up in his mind when he was partaking in certain private activities in which girls were supposed to be the primary motivation. He didn’t think he was gay, but then why was it whenever he was lying in bed, cock in hand, that when Jake entered the fantasy, he’d get harder than ever? One night, as he laid back against his pillow, cum covering his bare chest, he accepted that he probably was in to guys. He couldn’t get it out of his mind the entire day at school. Even his friend Rachel had to break him out his daze at one point. “Brian, are you with us?” she said at the lunch table. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something.” “What?” “Oh, um, nothing, did you do your homework for calculus?” That night, after his parents were asleep, he opened his laptop, fired up a private browser, and hesitantly typed in “gay porn” for the first time.
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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.
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I need to get fucked with a cock like this. [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=6468f75f7e84b
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Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 1) “Actors for adult movies wanted – only male erotica. Interested? Call 555-BAREBACK for further information.” Jake was at a coffee shop when he read the ad in a gay journal, and being in serious need of some money, he decided he would give it a try, so some two hours later, when at home, he called the company, having decided it was too sensitive a subject to discuss in public. The telephone rang and a male voice answered “BareRapeEnterprises. My name is Sydney. How can I help you?” “Hey there, my name is Jake Myers. I’ve read your ad in a journal and wondered if you are still looking for male actors.” “Yes we are. May I ask your age?” asked the voice on the other end of the call. “I just turned 18,” Jake answered.. “We are looking for young male actors to play the submissive role. Are you top or bottom?” “I'm versatile, I guess, but if you need a bottom, then I'll bottom. Look, I really need the cash, by the way. How much would I earn?” Jake asked, cutting to the chase. “First of all we need to interview you. If our management is satisfied with your looks and your stats you will be invited to a casting. There you will meet our director and maybe another actor with whom you would shoot some scenes. For both – the interview and the casting, you won't get paid, but if you are chosen for a role in a porn movie you get up to 250 dollars per scene. You could earn up to a 1000 dollars per movie - in the beginning,” Sydney explained, adding “There could be changes to the contract, but you will get to read it before you sign it. If, of course, you're chosen.” Jake heard a warm chuckle in Sydney's voice. “May I ask your height and weight?” Sydney continued. “I'm 170 cm tall and weigh around 55 kilos” Jake replied. “Excellent,” Sydney commented, apparently noting down Jake's stats. “What is your hair color and eye color?” he next asked. “Blond with blue eyes,” Jake responded. “Do you have problems changing your style? Haircut, hair color and so on?” Sidney questioned. “Nah – I am open for a change” “Now, you remarked you're a bottom. Are you a virgin?” Jake openly laughed, and then giggling answered "Nope. I am experienced. I've had several boyfriends, and believe me, I know my way around when it comes to sex.” “Alright. I will give this information to my supervisor. Please give me your telephone number. If my supervisor is interested in interviewing you, he'll give you a call." Jake gave Sydney both his home number and his cell phone number, concluding the call by commenting he hoped to hear back from the supervisor. Three days later, while Jake was on the bus, en route to a friend's house, Jake's cell phone rang. “Hello there. This is Tony speaking from BareRapeEnterprises. Am I talking to Jake Myers?” a deep voice asked. His heart skipping a beat, Jake answered “Yes, I'm Jake. Hi Tony, what can I do for you?” “Hey Jake. We would like to invite you to an interview. Are you still interested in taking part in a porn production?” “Yes, I am. I can’t believe you actually called me. I was vaguely thinking you weren't interested," Jake commented. “No – we are casting right now for a new production and so we are quite busy with this project. If you don’t mind, we would like to connect the interview with the casting. This means, if you pass the interview we will take some shootings right away. Is that okay with you?” Tony asked. “Sure, that's fine. When and where do you want me?” “Tomorrow would be fine, say at 10:00 AM,” Tony replied, also providing the address to an apartment where the interview would be held. The next day when Jake arrived at the address, he was a bit disappointed. He had, of course, seen many, many porn porn flicks, and the background location of each flick was usually a large, handsome house complete with a luxurious pool, but the address to which he had been directed was a perfectly ordinary, if not actually run down apartment complex. But, being short of money (and having made a fairly long trip to the address), he rang found the apartment and rang the bell. Almost immediately the door opened, and a good looking guy in a white shirt and a business pants asked "You must be Jake. I'm Tim, and I'm the producer/director of the film." Jake replied appropriately, and when asked, provided his ID card, even as he discretely tried to focus on Tim's crotch, where, it was apparent, an exceptionally large tool resided. Tim made a photocopy of Jake's ID, and gave him a contract to review and sign. Jake definitely signed it, but honestly only skimmed the contract. Taking the contract back from Jake, Tim explained the interview would be used for internal purpose only, but the casting could be videotaped and, if used, Jake would earn 50 dollars. Tim went on explaining, however, it was unlikely the casting video would be used. Then Tim asked a wide range of intimate questions, such as "How often do you bottom?" and "How often do you top?" and "Describe your favorite sexual activities, as well as the most extreme sexual experiences you've had?" Tim specifically asked about gang bangs, piss play, and the largest cock Jake could readily take in his ass. Being an honest fellow, Jake answered he had not yet been a gangbang bottom, but was happy to try, and while he had swallowed piss, yellow play wasn't a major part of his repertoire, and the largest cock he could remember taking was a full eight inches, but he was excited at the prospect of taking a bigger cock in his hole. "Do you have any sexual limits?" Tim asked. "Not especially," Jake answered, adding "but I draw the line with women, boys and animals." Afterwards Tim asked Jake to undress in front of the cam and in so doing, Jake tried to look as sexy as possible, even licking his lips as he smiled into the camera, a la Marilyn Monroe. He also posed to display his tight, small ass, and played with his hole, sliding a couple of fingers into his opening as he moaned like a bitch in heat. Tim was a very 'hands-on' director, and without saying a word, just giving an appreciative smile, slid his thumb into Jake's ass, complimenting him as he did so, saying it was exceptionally tight, and, withdrawing his thumb, Tim took a seat at his desk and asked "Would you mind sucking me off while I film you?" In a nanosecond Jake was down on his knees, opening Tim's belt and zipper, and helping Tim pull his trousers down, revealing Tim's fat, eight inch, rock solid cock. Initially Jake simply stroked Tim, but as the cam recorded the images, Jake swirled his tongue around Tim's dick head, licking the underside of his prick, all the while trying to keep some degree of eye contact with the camera. As he did so, Tim encouraged Jake to give the cam a good show, urging “You gotta suck harder and keep your eyes on me. Yeah, look at me…. yeah – right,” he moaned. Jake had made-up his mind to drain Tim's balls empty, wanting to give him such a great blow job that Tim would be sure to cast Jake in the next movie, Jake as the latest star in the porn industry, earning thousands and thousands of dollars with each film. “You gotta keep my junk in your mouth. Keep it in your mouth and show it to me,” Tim grunted. Jake sucked hard on Tim’s cock, sensing Tim was beyond horny, convincing himself he could see all-consuming lust in Tim's eyes. And apparently Jake was right, as just as he sensed Tim's cock swell-up even harder, Tim climaxed, shooting wad after wad up into Jake's mouth, collecting Tim's ample load of seven cum shots into his mouth, holding all the full, rich white sperm in his mouth, Jake slid off Tim's dick, moved closer to the camera, whereupon Tim murmured “Open your mouth to me. Show me the pool of semen. Fuckin' nice.” Then Tim instructed “Now close your mouth and swallow, showing me your cum-coated tongue - yeah, great, let's see the cum coating your mouth, teeth and tongue. Very nice. Now, swallow the sperm, junk boy," Tim instructed. Jake looked a bit puzzled, and gestured to Tim and trying to form a word: “Heeeerrrr… thy?” Tim understood. He had been in this position before. “Healthy? Of course I am healthy. We don’t gamble with our actors. We take testing our staff and future stuff very seriously,” almost giving Jake a look of absolute annoyance. Without any additional hesitation Jake closed his mouth, swallowing Tim's load, and then opening his mouth to illustrate the accomplishment. “There you go…. well done and a nice shot…. except the ending,” Tim remarked as he began to rouse himself. “Sorry, but I totally forgot this subject and I want to stay healthy and you are obviously recording bareback porn,” Jake responded, trying to explain himself. “Nah – it's okay," Tim replied, adding "Like I said, we have health tests regularly to secure the safety of our staff. You as a newcomer, you have to prove to us you're are healthy. We want an authorized provider. You'll get the money for your test back, if you are cast for a film.” With the explanation Jake relaxed a little bit more and felt safe again. “We will call you – if the material is good enough for our executive staff.” With that Jake rose and dressed, once again apologizing for the confusion, even as he was sure he wouldn’t be cast for a film. But even so he decided to get tested, film or no film, just to be prepared. Of course the test results were negative, just as Jake expected, thinking to himself 'But then HIV transmission from oral sex is quite rare, isn't it?' Jake was a reasonably careful man, feeling he wouldn't gamble with his health, and knowing the rules, felt he would be able to participate in the bareback porn industry and yet avoid contracting HIV. Tim, meanwhile, had already concluded Jake would be a perfect match for the scam Tim and his partner (yes… there were only two involved in this scam) had in mind for the many biohazard tops who were always craving young, innocent boys.
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FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —
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