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Oktoberfest in Germany

Oktoberfest in Munich is the world’s largest folk festival, drawing millions of visitors each year to celebrate Bavarian culture. Held in late September through early October, it features massive beer tents run by historic breweries, traditional Bavarian music, and hearty German cuisine like pretzels, sausages, and roast chicken. Visitors dress in lederhosen and dirndls, enjoying lively parades, amusement rides, and ceremonial keg tappings. 

I was invited to Germany by Maxie, a 25-year-old doctor in post-doctoral training from Germany.  We met in my Cognitive Psychology class, where he attended a workshop on the psychological effects of body language in patient-doctor interactions. When he answered my blanket email about opportunities for festival study during my sabbatical, he invited me to Munich, where, he said, I could see how centuries-old traditions endure in modern revelry at Oktoberfest, observing how social drinking rituals influence interpersonal communication.

Munich’s morning light filtered through the hotel restaurant window, casting long golden stripes across the tablecloth. The restaurant was still quiet, save for the clinking of cutlery and the occasional murmur of conversation. I took my time over breakfast, knowing the day ahead would be anything but leisurely.

The waiter put a large pot of strong black coffee next to my plate, and its strong aroma cut decisively through the lingering sleep in my mind. Then this uniformed perfection of a service provider brought a small plate with thin slices of smoked ham and a few wedges of Alpine cheese, smelling sharp and slightly nutty, and five thin slices of rye bread.  I had also ordered a soft-boiled egg, served in a delicate porcelain cup. I cracked the top carefully and dipped a strip of rye toast into the yolk.  As soon as I finished with the egg and the sandwiches, the waiter returned with a selection of fresh bread—crusty Brötchen and a soft pretzel, both warm from the oven. I spread a generous layer of butter on the pretzel, letting it melt slightly before adding a spoonful of apricot jam. The sweetness balanced the saltiness in a way that made it impossible to eat just one piece, so I hungrily finished every little bit, washing it down with at least three cups of coffee.

The city outside was already awake, and soon, I would be stepping into a very different part of it. I finished my last sip of coffee and glanced at my watch. It was time to meet Maxie, or Hauptmann Maximilian Gläser, the captain of German Medical Corps and my former student.

Outside, the air carried a crispness that hinted at the early days of autumn. I walked through the quiet streets, the sound of my footsteps blending with the distant hum of trams. The military hospital stood within the grounds of Ernst-von-Bergmann-Kaserne, a name that still echoed its Cold War past. A young soldier at the gate checked my ID, found my name on the list, and waved me through.

Capt. Maximilian Gläser waited for me at the entrance, standing with the straight-backed posture of a man who had spent years in uniform. His freckled face had lost some of the youthful sharpness I remembered from my lectures, replaced by the settled look of a professional who had seen his fair share of difficult days, and his hair was no longer an unruly mane of fire but a stylish short cut. His uniform bore the insignia of a Bundeswehr medical officer, a career that had always seemed inevitable for him. He shook my hand firmly and offered a brief smile.

“Welcome to my world, Professor,” he said, leading me inside.

The hospital was a blend of the old and the modern. Its hallways were lined with framed photographs showing its past incarnations. We walked through a section that housed the medical museum, where glass cases displayed medical instruments from previous wars. Maxie pointed to a brightly gleaming surgical kit from the First World War.  

“It’s strange to think that a century ago, this was cutting-edge medicine,” he said. “Now, I can stop a battlefield hemorrhage with a foam injection.”

Further down the hall, cadets in training worked on simulated casualties, practicing emergency triage under the watchful eyes of instructors. The air carried the scent of antiseptic and freshly laundered scrubs. Maxie nodded toward the group. “Those, too, are my students. I teach them anatomy.”

Then his eyes suddenly lit up with cold fire, and he snarled at the cadets: “Bachmann! Zu mir!”  A short bespectacled young man, hardly 18, turned and came up running. “Herr Hauptmann!” he reported with a salute.  Maxie gave him a long threatening tirade about something, of which I could only distinctly hear “Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann!” and “Wegtreten.”  As the boy saluted smartly, Maxie responded with a brief salute, too.

“Too lazy,” he said to me. “Failed five labs.  One more and he’s out.”

Honestly, I had never seen Maxie being so strict, and that surprised me for a moment, but soon he was his own smiling self.

In one wing of the building, we stopped by a collection of black-and-white photographs from the days when the hospital had been under American control. A sign above the entrance still bore the faded markings of Warner Kaserne. Maxie studied one of the images, his arms crossed.

“Different flags, same purpose,” he said. “This place has seen generations of soldiers come through. Some left walking. Some didn’t.”

After walking through the building, we stepped outside, the Munich air felt almost too light after the heavy atmosphere of the hospital. Maxie glanced at me. “I could use a change of scenery. How about the Deutsches Museum?”

I agreed, and soon we were walking through the massive halls of the world’s largest science and technology museum. In the aviation section, old gliders and early jet engines hung above our heads. Maxie pointed out a pressure suit from the early days of flight.

“A lot of modern medicine owes its development to this,” he said. “Before we had trauma centers, we had fighter pilots passing out from G-forces.”

In the medical wing, we examined exhibits on prosthetics, some made from polished wood and brass. They looked like relics from another world. Maxie showed me an image on his phone of a modern 3D-printed limb. “Now we scan a stump and print a perfect fit,” he said. “If only they had this a hundred years ago.”

By midday, hunger overtook curiosity, and we made our way to Viktualienmarkt. The market was alive with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares, the scent of grilled sausages and fresh bread drifting through the air. Maxie ordered for both of us, knowing exactly what to get. Weißwurst arrived in a steaming bowl, pale and delicate, with a dab of sweet mustard and a large fresh pretzel. A fat pyramid of Obatzda, the creamy, paprika-spiced cheese perfect for spreading on slices of dark rye sat between us on a small plate.

We sat at one of the long wooden tables, surrounded by a mix of locals and tourists. Maxie handed me a glass of Radler beer, its golden bubbles catching the sunlight. “A little lighter than what’s to come,” he said with a smirk.

“To moderation,” I said, lifting my glass.

“To survival,” he replied.

 

The streets of Munich had transformed by the time we finished lunch. Crowds lined the avenues, waiting for the Oktoberfest parade to begin. Brewery wagons rolled past, drawn by massive draft horses decked in elaborate harnesses. Traditional dancers in Lederhosen twirled through the streets, their bells jingling in time with the brass bands. Maxie leaned against a lamppost, watching the procession.

“Hard to believe this started as a royal wedding celebration,” he mused.

“And now it’s the world’s biggest excuse to wear funny hats,” I said, making Maxie laugh.

The heart of Oktoberfest, Theresienwiese, was a whirlwind of color and movement. The smell of roasted almonds mixed with the yeasty tang of fresh beer. Maxie led us toward one of the vintage amusement rides, an old carousel with a live brass band playing waltzes. We stepped onto the platform, and soon the slow ride began.  The carousel moved with a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm, the wooden horses rising and falling beneath us as the brass band played a lively waltz. The music floated through the crisp autumn air, blending with the distant laughter and the occasional cheer from the festival crowds.

The world beyond the carousel turned into a blur of warm lights and flashes of color. The polished brass poles gleamed under the sun, and the carved horses, each one uniquely painted, seemed to come to life with every motion. Maxie leaned slightly against the movement, his posture relaxed, as if the rhythm of the ride matched something familiar in him. The city, usually so grounded and orderly, felt weightless for a moment, as if we had stepped into a world suspended between past and present, between motion and stillness.

Later, at the shooting gallery, Maxie lined up his shot with professional precision, knocking down every target. “Military training,” he said, satisfied.

I picked up the old-fashioned air rifle, its wooden stock smooth from years of use, and tried to steady my aim. The metal sights wobbled slightly as I lined up the shot, the festive noise around me making it hard to concentrate. I squeezed the trigger, and the pellet flew—not toward the center of the target, but slightly off to the side, barely clipping the edge. The small metal duck I had aimed for gave a half-hearted wobble but remained stubbornly upright.

Maxie stifled a chuckle beside me, and corrected my posture with a suddenly strong and confident touch, though his amused expression suggested he doubted it would help. I tried again, adjusting my grip, but the result was much the same—another near miss, another unmoved target. With a good-natured shake of my head, I handed the rifle back.

“I must concede,” I said. “Sharpshooting is perhaps best left to those with steadier hands and more practice.”

The evening led us into one of the legendary Oktoberfest beer tents. The air inside was thick with the sounds of clinking steins, the hum of conversation, and the steady beat of folk music. Waitresses carried massive trays of food, balancing plates of roasted pork knuckle and golden potato dumplings. We dug into our meal, the crispy crackling of the Schweinshaxe giving way to tender meat underneath.

At a smaller tent, locals had gathered for traditional Bavarian dancing, the floor alive with the rhythmic stomp and clap of Schuhplattler. Maxie plunged into the routine with effortless energy, his boots striking the floor in perfect time, his hands clapping and slapping his thighs with the practiced ease of someone who had grown up with this music in his bones. He moved with an athletic sharpness, spinning and stepping with a boyish enthusiasm that seemed at odds with the strict, no-nonsense doctor I had seen that morning at the hospital. There, he had been all precision and authority, issuing orders with a clipped efficiency. Here, he was grinning, laughing as he leapt into the movements, as light on his feet as a man half his size.

I watched from the sidelines, knowing better than to subject my knees—or the audience—to any attempt of my own. When he finally rejoined me, slightly out of breath but still beaming, he clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Wanna have a go?” he teased, though we both knew I had wisely stayed out of it.

By the time we returned to the hotel, the distant hum of Oktoberfest still carried through the night. The hotel bar was nearly empty. Maxie ordered two glasses of Enzian schnapps, a mountain-root spirit with a sharp, clean burn.

“To old students,” I said, lifting my glass.

 

“To professors who let us become who we need to be,” he replied.

The schnapps burned, but it was a warmth I welcomed.

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My Takeaways

I loved the fact that my Oktoberfest experience, thanks to Maxie, included a visit to the hospital and the museum, a great carousel ride and a German wurst feast, not only beer.  I was happy to meet new people, and I was especially pleased to see Maxie, or Herr Hauptmann Maximilian Gläser. 

After that visit I returned to Munich on several occasions, got introduced to many of Maxie’s friends, and drank, I think, about 100 varieties of beer.  But that first visit still remains one of my most favorite, perhaps for its novelty and unexpectedness.

 

An evening with Maxie

Ah, Commands in Choke Hold!

It feels so incredible when a polite, nice and soft young man, with fiery red hair and a disarming smile sheds all signs of his kind persona when he gets naked with you, puts his strong hands around you, and fucks you standing up, with your neck in his choke hold, shouting one-word commands in your ear in deafening German! The asphyxiation makes your head spin, and the beating of the hard dick against your prostate makes you swoon in pleasant agony…

Remember Maxie, the red-haired German doctor, who took me around Oktoberfest festival grounds, and cheerfully participated in the dancing contest?  We ended up sitting in the bar of my hotel.

At 3 a.m. I found myself being mercilessly fucked by Maxie in my room, after an innocent bathroom visit “before I go home,” he said, turned into what would become one of my craziest experiences as close to a rape as they come.

 

… The foreplay started slow—he brushed my hand, then my knee, his touch light but sure, and I felt the warmth of him even through my jeans. He suggested we head upstairs, voice steady and friendly, and I followed, drawn by the way his thin but broad frame moved, all grace and quiet confidence. The bar noise faded as we walked, his shoes clicking on the tiles, and he held the elevator door for me, a small gesture that made me grin, already hooked on his charm.

In the room, he dimmed the lights and turned to me, unbuttoning his shirt with care, like he was unwrapping something fragile. His politeness didn’t waver—he asked if I was okay, if I liked it slow, and I nodded, watching his pale chest come into view, dusted with freckles and a faint trail of red hair leading down.

He peeled off my shirt next, fingers lingering on my skin, and I caught the first hint of his strength, the way his grip tightened just enough to surprise me. His dick pressed against his trousers, a thick outline I couldn’t ignore, and when he shucked them off, it sprang free—uncut, veiny, a good seven inches with a slight upward tilt, nestled above balls that hung low and full, covered in soft red fuzz. I reached for him, and he chuckled, a low sound that hummed in his throat, his sexy face—sharp jaw, flushed cheeks, the fiery red hair—making my breath catch as we stood there, half-dressed. He stepped closer, shirt still dangling from one arm, and the faint scent of his cologne—something clean and sharp—mixed with the musk of his skin, pulling me in deeper.

The reveal kept going, unhurried, as he stepped out of his boxers and let me take him in. His body was curiously broad but very slim, yet the muscles underneath flexed hard when he moved with a quiet power I hadn’t expected before his outburst in the hospital that morning.

 He pulled me close, kissing me deep and slow, his tongue polite but insistent, and I felt his dick nudge my stomach, warm and firm. My hands roamed his back, tracing the lean lines, and he murmured something in German—“Schön,” maybe—his voice soft but edged with want. I stripped too, and he watched me, his eyes shining brightly.

“Du bist schon,” he said, in that same friendly tone, like we were still chatting over drinks. His balls shifted as he stepped closer, heavy and inviting, and I cupped them, feeling their weight, which drew a low glottal hum from him.

The room felt smaller now, the carpet soft under my bare feet, and I noticed a faint scar on his hip—thin, white, a story he didn’t tell—as he stood there, all pale skin and coiled strength, waiting for my next move.

Our horniness grew slow but steady. He knelt, kissing down my chest, his hair brushing my skin as he worked his way lower, hands calm but strong on my hips. I gripped his hair, feeling the spring of it, and he looked up, that sexy face all focus now, lips parted as he took me in his mouth for a moment for just a tease.   His mouth engulfed me, suddenly seeming like a bottomless abyss, then his tongue came up to work around my cockhead, and his teeth grazed the crown, ever so slightly but strong enough to make me gasp.

His dick bobbed between his thighs, thickening as he stood again, and he pressed it against mine, rubbing slow, the friction making me groan, a rough sound that echoed his own glottal hums. He smiled—still nice, still polite—but his grip on my arms tightened, and I felt his strength again, the way he could pin me if he wanted. My pulse raced as he whispered “Gut,” his breath hot on my neck, the word simple but dripping with intent.

I ran my hands down his sides, feeling the hard ridges of muscle under that deceptively slim frame, and he shivered slightly, a crack in his calm that made my own need spike, and I suddenly noticed how horny our breathing was.

Then he shifted, unexpectedly, and flipped me onto the bed face-down. His dainty look was gone now—he climbed on, his lean frame pressing me into the mattress, and one arm snaked around my throat in a chokehold, firm but controlled, like he knew exactly how much pressure to use. I gasped, the air thinning, and he thrust in, his dick sliding deep, and the stretch making me moan loud and raw.

He fucked me steady, like a rhythmic machine, all moves almost mechanical, hips snapping, his balls slapping my thighs with each push, and he muttered rough commands—“Halt,” “Beweg,” “Schnell”—each word clipped and guttural in his suddenly thick accent. I pushed back, meeting him, my groans mixing now with his grunts, and the chokehold tightened just enough to make my head spin. I clawed at the sheets and the bed creaked under us, a steady “squeak-squeak” rhythm that matched his thrusts, and I felt the heat of him—his chest against my back, his breath in my ear—every move precise, like he’d studied this, a doctor turned beast in the dark.

He kept going, relentless and automatic, his chin with a rough stubble scratching my back as he leaned in. His dick felt huge inside me, the veins pulsed and his balls tightened, drawing up. Soon his hums turned to growls, the sounds that rattled through me. I reached down, stroking myself, and he barked “Jetzt,” sharp and commanding, his voice breaking into a glottal snarl.

We came almost together—his cum shot hot across my back, thick spurts that hit my skin as I spilled onto the bed, my cry hoarse and shuddering and his growl loud in my ear. The room spun, his arm loosening from my throat, and I sucked in air, trembling, the mess of us warm and sticky between us as he slumped against me, panting.

His weight stayed on me a moment longer, heavy and grounding, and I felt the damp of his sweat, the faint tremor in his legs as he caught his breath.  The air above us smelled of sweaty skin, fresh sperm, and something faintly clinical, like antiseptic lingering on him.

We lay there a minute, his weight on me, his breath slowing as he muttered “Entschuldigung”—an apology, soft and friendly again, like he hadn’t just choked me out. He slid off, offering a hand, and led me to the huge hotel shower, all glass and steam, his politeness back in full swing. The water ran hot, cascading over his freckled skin, the unruly red hair plastered down now, and he grinned, handing me soap like we were old pals.

His dick hung soft, still impressive, balls relaxed as he washed my back, gentle and thorough, humming some tune I didn’t know. I leaned into the spray, his hands steady on me, and we stood there, the roughness gone, just two guys sharing a shower, warm and easy.

The tiles gleamed under the light, water pooling at our feet, and he scrubbed his hair, suds running down his chest, his face soft again—sexy still, but kind, like the guy I’d met at my lecture hall almost five years prior. I remember wondering at the outline of his dick in his soft summer pants on day one (day one!) and wishing for the day I had just had.

 

My Takeaways

I was surprised to find out that I actually liked a brutal fuck in a choke hold.  I guess the reason I liked it was because red hair turns me on greatly and because I knew that this ruthless fucker was not going to hurt me.   Weirdly, though, surrendering my control and gasping for air I had one of the best orgasms of my life.

Maxie is gay, and a bit of a daddy chaser, so whenever we have a chance in our busy lives, we get together for sex that gets wilder and wilder every time.  Now I let Maxie give me some strong slaps on the face before he throws me into the bed and collapses on top of me with growls “Beweg!” “Halt!” “Jetzt!” like I were in a war movie.

Back in 2019 when I was 19 years old I was a horny motherfucker. My sex life was very active and I was always wanting more. One morning while in my bedroom scrolling through a certain app we all know a faceless profile hit me up. His stats described him as a fit, vers top otter type in his late 20s looking for some quick fun. And he was a couple thousand feet away. I immediately realized he must have been one of my family’s neighbors. Perfect. I’d been looking for a consistent friend with benefits since my shitty ex has broken up with me the previous summer. And I wanted someone who would go feral for me. I opened the anon’s message: “hey you’re such a cutie, wyd?” I didn’t even know what this man looked like yet but I needed some action so I replied “not much just hanging out rn, horny af.” He responded: “same here, really need some good head and a good cuddle.” He said. Bingo! “I love sucking cock.” I typed out eagerly. “Mmm good boy. You seem like you’d be a good cock slut based on your pics. You look kinda like that twinky singer I don’t remember his name lol.” Another one thank you. Since my sexual exploits has begun I found myself being increasingly compared to Troye Sivan more and more. Personally I didn’t see it. Yes I had bleached platinum blonde curly hair and green eyes and a cute face but our body types and facial features were very different. He was a pencil thin tall Adonis with a toned body and nice arms. I was slim but curvy in the right places and only stood at 5’10. But I was smart and charismatic so I worked this angle to suit my needs. “Hahaha thanks, I get that a lot.” I said. “Where you at btw? Seems like you’re close.” He typed. I told him the name of the apartment complex where I lived and he said he lived there too. I asked if he could host and he said yes. We agreed to meet right away. My parents were at work so luckily I had the apartment to myself was able to slip out without having to fumble for an excuse as to why I was leaving. I took the elevator downstairs to the third floor and felt a twinge of nervous excitement. It had been a couple months since my last sexual encounter and I needed this one to be one for the books. I craved it. I knocked on the address he’d given me and heard a dog bark at the door. I was greeted by my hookup who was wearing a robe and socks only. I hadn’t seen his face until and knew I was taking a gamble, thankfully I lucked out cuz he was just my type. Handsome face with a with black beard, thick full dark hair and deep brown eyes. The only visual I had for him up to now was the dick pic he’d sent me in bed just before I went down to meet him. It was thick and cut, about 7’ inches with a nice big bush set against the backdrop of his furry semi-toned belly. Heaven. He told me to come in, put his dog in the kennel and threw me up against the wall of his front door. Not too forcefully but it was unexpected. And I loved it. This man wanted me so bad. He laced his fingers into mine has held them above my head while he made out with me. I loved feeling his bristly beard scratch my face while my tongue was down his throat. He smelled and tasted so good. His breath tasted like whiskey and mouthwash and he smelled like a mix of light morning musk and Old Spice original. Perfect. He began feeling up my smooth slim chest and tummy and took off my clothes. We were both under to our socks and underwear at this point. He picked me up while we continued making out and tossed me into his bed while hovering above me. My sexy neighbor who’s name I may or may not have remembered

proceeded to shove my face into his deliciously hairy armpit. He squeezed my uncut 6’ inch cock through my briefs while I inhaled his masculine scent. “You like that man musk don’t you boy?” He said with a glimmer in his eye. I nodded and buried my face in his other armpit while he pulled my underwear off and began slowly stroking my uncut penis. He was the first guy I’d been with who knew how to properly play with an uncut dick. I was in ecstasy as he licked the tip of my highly sensitive cockhead while breathing in his scent. He sat up in front of me and looked me in the eye for a long minute before wrapping his large strong man hands around my neck and kissing me softly. Next thing I know he was guiding my head down to his thick hard penis I had been casually jerking off. “You said you liked musk right? Well I think you’re going to love my cock. I haven’t showered since yesterday morning and worked a long shift last night.” He said with a grin, with his hands gently guiding my head down onto his beautifully thick penis.” The second my tongue touched it I wanted to cum he tasted amazing. The warm sweet taste of skin mixed with his strong musk was intoxicating. I continued sucking his big juicy cock while you slowly stroked mine. occasionally he suddenly held my head down to the base of his shaft to feel me gag while my mouth was filled up with his dick. We switched positions so that he was leaning against his bed frame while I put my novice sucking skills to use. Every time I get a man’s penis in my mouth I like to think of it as training for the next one. My neighbor leaned down to kiss me then held my head down on his balls encouraged me to gave them some love too. They smelled even more strongly of man musk than his cock I was rock hard but didn’t want to cum yet. I kissed his big hairy nutsack and he tasted so good. What happened next surprised me but it’s the most turned on any guy had made me up to that point. My neighbor shoved my head down towards his taint and forced me to lick his ripe hairy butthole clean while one of his hands was pushing my face down further into his ass and the other was holding my hands behind me so I couldn’t resist. I’d never been with a guy so into man smells like me before I was in heaven. I furiously devoured this man’s furry funky, nutty, bittersweet flavored butthole. I felt so nasty for doing this but was also fulfilling a secret fantasy I’d had for so long in finally getting to let out part of my piggy side for once. “Good fucking boy. That’s right. Clean my asshole. You really like the way I taste don’t you?” My neighbor between moans as I continued to bury my tongue even deeper into his warm soft fuzzy pooper. He farted down my throat a couple times leaving my uncut cock dripping with precum. When he finally let me come up for air this man surprised me again. With no warning he turned my slim teenage body around so that I was on my stomach with my ass was facing towards him and leaned my face down towards his big beautiful and hairy feet. “Lick my toes like a good doggy, boy.” He grinned staring at me intensely with those intense dark brown eyes. While I worshipped his massive feet he shoved his thick hard penis inside me without any lube or spit. It hurt so bad at first, not the most rough a man had been with me but it was still intense. I’d never been fucked without lube before but it I gradually eased into enjoying it and the pain subsided. I clinched at the beginning too embarrassed to admit that I hadn’t cleaned out before hand, it didn’t dawn on me at the time that this man probably couldn’t care less whether or not my asshole was squeaky clean or filled to the brim with shit, although I secretly hoped that the latter was true. I wanted to get shit fucked so badly. He railed me good and deep, listening to moan me and whimper so loud I was worried his neighbors might hear me but he loved it. In fact he encouraged me to be even louder. Hearing me cry in ecstasy  from his big cock working out my tight boy cunt made him thrust even harder and deeper into my butthole. He hunched over me while pounding my sweet young ass and kissed me between moans while he called me his good little boy. Finally after about 15 minutes or so he pulled his cock out of my now gaping boy butt. He turned me around and made me lick his cock clean. It tasted like his pre cum mixed with my own intense teen butt stink. I loved tasting my ripe butthole on his thick cock. My neighbor wrapped one hand around my neck again while he stuck his tongue down my throat. “You’ve been such a good boy for me. Now you get your reward.” He said furiously jerking off his hard cock while holding my head back with his other hand. “I want everyone to know what a fucking slut you are.” He grunted, spurting ropes of thick hot cum onto my face. I loved feeling him shoot his load on me it made me feel like a porn star. My face was covered in his cum. He took a picture of my face painted with his cum then got me a towel to wipe down with. We were sticky and stinky as he held me close and cuddled me for the next hour or so. “We should do this again very soon.” He said.

For a few days, William had a giant desire to get fucked. Not by using any dildo, he knew it wouldn’t satisfy him. What he wanted was to find himself naked on a bed, his head down and ass up, and let some hunk with long and fat dick use him as a cumdump, dumping load after load up his ass, like they were animals. More than 1 time, and possibly with his friends that are equally attractive. However, he didn’t know how to find someone that would do this, and would be discreet. 

His first thought was his best friend, Ryan, 2 metres high burly beast, that looked like he was on steroids, and had 28 centimetres (11inches) long dick, thicker than a can of beer. Unluckily, lately he suffered burns on his abdomen and left leg while cooking, so currently it would be too painful for him to fuck. Thus, he spent past and this day, thinking who could do this, barely focusing on the classes.

When they ended, he wondered whether he should go and watch the jocks from rugby team training, or he should not, since watching all those muscles and big rodes would make him horny and frustrated. Before he made the decision, the school jaintor approached him and asked if he could help him in his office. Since everyone in the school likes him, and he is also a nice view to look at, William agreed and went with him, fantasising, how he is closed in that small room, where the jaintor, Tobias, takes off his pants, and forces him to suck his big black dick.

He opened the door, and let William go first, going too early after him, so his dick touched his big ass, making Willam get visibly hard. His face became red, and embarrassed, he didn’t mention it. 

-Sorry. Thoug I see you liked that.

-Can you spare yourself those perverted jokes… I’m not in the mood, it’s so embarrassing.

-Why? – Tobias leaned against the door, and looked at him. William was used to Ryan’s pressence, making him look small, so he didn’t feel shy or strange in this small space, with Tobias that was also 2 metres tall, and had enormous muscles, even bigger than his best friend’s.

-I mean, you work in the school I go to, and you’re over 2 times older than I am.

-William, you are gay, I’m gay, so I understand you like man. – He flexed his left arm. – And I look good enough for you to crave me. – He took a step forward, but William didn’t go back. – We are both adults so there is nothing worng with it, age difference doesn’t have to be a limit for you. – One more step. – And I’m not even your teacher. Not that it would be bad, since it’s your last year here. – Before William could move, he grabbed him by his jaw with one hand, and kissed. Shocked, he didn’t move, just stayed there, feeling that strong, big hand keeping him, those lips touching his, showing him how wonderful it is to kiss with the right man, all that hair of his beard touching his face, and the smell that was wonderful. After a few seconds, he started paying attention to other thigs, like the big tongue that entered his mouth, and explored it, showing domination with every possible move. The feeling of the air exhaled on his body, or these confident eyes, of someone knowing he found a bitch in heat that will eagerly take his lessons how to be a good personal whore. 

William loved it, and the accumulated frustration and lust intensified the pleasure. He started kissing back, showing submission with his tongue, and looked in his eyes, like he knew he is going to be a sex slave, and he couldn’t wait for it to happen. With his hands he hugged him, and then grabbed his bald head, not wanting him to stop the kiss. William also took a step forward, pressing his body against Tobias’s, feeling his heat, and those strong, hard muscles. 

Seeing he is eager, Tobias let go of his jaw and with his hands started exploring William’s body, ending on his ample buttocks, squeezing them, rotatimg and slapping. 

The deep kiss lasted for a few minutes, both of them being hungry of each other. Eventually, Tobias stopped, and instead started licking William’s mouth, what William started repeating, and so their tongues meet in the air. Then, he moved to his cheeks, tasting him, what his new bitch obviously liked.

-Tobias… – Hearing this, Tobias showed some displeasure on his face, slapped his face lightly, and then ass, leaving a red mark if it wasn’t for the clothes. 

-You should call me daddy, master, or owner, you can add my name after that, but remember that I owe you from now on, you will be my slave whore, and you will love it, but you have to show me some respect. 

-Yes daddy Tobias. It was great. Can we kiss again?

Tobias smiled and replied.

-We will whore. We will. But I still have some work to do. And you probably need to eat something, and study more, since you weren’t really doing it in the last days. I don’t want some stupid bitch that failed school. Write me your phone number, I will go get you when I’m done.

-Yes master Tobias. 

-You don’t have to end every sentence with my master, daddy, or owner. You can just say “yes”, or “Your dick is fucking awesome”. 

-Okay daddy Tobias.

His smile widened, and with one hand he stroked his cheek.

-Good whore. But now you have to wait until you lose your boner. I don’t want anyone from school to know, since you will be kicked out and I will be fired. But it doesn’t mean we won’t fuck here. Just not yet, it’s too risky.

-Yes daddy.

They spent the next few minut talking about they lives and making jokes, like they normally do, and when their dicks got soft, they went out and Tobias thanked William for helping him, so no one would suspect a thing.

Over 2 hours later, William got into Tobias’s car, and he drove him to his home. There was no touching nor kissing, so there was almost no risk. Only talking. 

-I hope your whole body is shaved.

-Yes owner Tobias. For a few days, I wanted someone to fuck me, and I knew guys would like no hair.

-Are you a virgin?

-Yes owner Tobias. Both mouth and ass. You will be the first my tight ass is servicing, and the first one I will train my oral skills on.

-Good. Since today is friday, you will stay with me for the whole weekend. I already told your dad.

-What?! How, did you tell him we are-

-Shut up. I told him, because you got being a whore from him. I once saw him with your older brother. Every few seconds he looked at me, exactly at my dick. So I flexed my body, and got his phone number. What happened next I believe you don’t want to hear.

Shocked, William started thinking what it meant,  and how it will affect his future. It lasted until they got to Tobias’s house, which was nice looking 2 floor building, which even had automatic garage door.

-I see you’re surprised by my house. I’s normal. Well, long story short, I had some luck and knew what to invest in, and even managed to get a second house I am now renting. But what really makes me rich are whores like you. You see, somehow, every year in that school one hunk with big ass and nice male tits realise he is a cock hungry slut. I know how to recognise them, so I help them with their needs, giving big cock that fills them. But sooner or later I am not enough, they want to be gangbanged, tossed from guy to guy like a cheap toy and fucked wildly. It’s something with their mentality. When it happens, I take them to a brothel, where they get paid to be every day cumdumps to hundreds of hot men with big dicks. They get what they crave and money, I also get money and a free entry. Both sides are satisfied. But don’t fear it whore, I won’t sell you. I will take you there when YOU want it, and you’re still a free person after it happens.

He got out of the car, and so did William. When they entered the house, Tobias took from some drawer collar with word “whore” on it.

-Put it on your neck. It and thongs will be the only things you will wear here.

Without hesitation William put on himself the collar and got naked. Tobias put them in another drawer, before grabbing William’s blonde hair, and starting a deep kiss, easily invading his mouth, pressing naked body against a naked body. William returned the kiss and explored his body, admiring his arms, chest, back and abs with his hands, testing how hard they. He also felt the heat coming from his body, as well as the prickly hair, that made Tobias even more attractive for him. And of course, William felt the giant dick, poking his stomach.

After a minute, he was unable to ignore it, and reluctantly broke the kiss to ask.

-How big is it?

Tobias smiled, and proudly replied.

-38 centimetres (15 inches), ready to fuck you and show how good is the world you chose to be part of.

-Bigger than I imagined. – With these words, he threw his hands around Tobias’s neck and returned to kissing. 

After a while of kneading his ass and pectorals, and twisting his nipples, Tobias stopped kissing William and moved him to his armpit, so he could smell the scent of a real man. William inhaled it like some aphrodisiac, his face buried in that hair, licking the armpit and cleaning it with his tongue, in the process tasting this part of his master and his sweat, and he immediately loved the instese taste.

When he was done with cleaning it, Tobias moved his head to the second one. After he ended with it, he slowly pushed him down to his dick, letting him leave on the way trial of kisses. 

When William’s lips touched his dick Tobias didn’t rush, but let him taste the best part of his body. First he took the head inside, sucking it and circling with his tongue. Taste was wonderful, so he continued for a minute, before letting it out, and with the help of his fingers, pushing his tongue under the foreskin. 

His curiosity rewarded him with something 2 times more intense and better, what made him go crazy, and want to taste literally every possible part of it. Like if he was afraid Tobias will take his dick from him, he grabbed it with both hands, hoping it will let him continue as long as he wants. 

Tobias loved what William started doing, but instead of taking his meat out, he pushed it inside, going straight to face-fucking. He could tell from his experience that William will take it like champ, so with every thrust he went deeper, soon burying his whore’s nose in his thick pubic hair. 

William didn’t like his meal being taken away, but rest of the cock also tasted great, he wasn’t complaining, especially when Tobias went balls deep, making quick and shallow thrust into him, like he was a toy. This degradation was resonating with something in his mind, making him feel full, complete, in a way he couldn’t imagine before. And satisfied, like he finally after years of waiting reached the state he was destined to, being a whore someone uses as he likes, caring only about his own pleasure, because that treatment is something he desires and gives him the biggest sexual pleasure.

That pleasure made him not realise for a few seconds that his jaw is being hit by 2 big hairy orbs, and that his nose is buried in the pubic hair. When he paid attention to that, he inhaled the musk of his owner, and decided he wants to inhale it as often as possible. 

The fucking continued for maybe 8 minutes, before Tobias almost took his junk out, leaving only the tip, and erupting, feeding his whore with his new favourite milk.

William tried to swallow everything, but there still were few drops that got out, and he later wiped them out with his finger, which he then licked clean.

-You took everything as I expected. Now, when we get on the couch you can worship my body, I know you want to. – With one hand holding his throat, he made William stand up, and kissed him. Then, from the same drawer he took the collar from, he took a long chain leash, and attached it to the collar, before leading him to his living room.

There, he lay down on the couch, and made William lay on himself, with his head over his crotch, so he could take care of it, while before his face, Tobias had big round ass, he started playing with, shaking it, slapping, spreading and whatever fantasy appeared in his mind.

-Shake that ass for daddy.

William, with mouth full of cock, stopped sucking and fulfilled Tobias’s order. However, when he returned to blowjob, he struggled with seamlessly doing both of these things at once. Thus, he spent 17 minutes adjusting to this situation, and when they passed, he could shake his ass for his master, while also going crazy up and down on his cock, loving how it fills his mouth throat, the feeling of it touching his body from inside, and manly strong smell, making him want to submit and do whatever Tobias says, just to be rewarded with the ability to smell it.

His hands weren’t just laying there, useless. He lifted both balls with them, so he could bury his nose in those big hairy orbs, thatwere waiting for his service. And that service quickly came, since he could do whatever he wanted right then, and he was really curious how they taste.

Eventually, he lifted his head high enough to take it off the cock, making it hit Tobias’s abs, and moved to the balls, starting with licks and quickly moving to swallowing them. Unluckily, they were too big for him to get both in his mouth at the same time, so he had to satisfy with only one. The taste was great, to the point where he wasn’t sure what is better, balls or dick. 

For the next half hour, he was changing between sucking these giant balls, and Tobias’s enormous dick, getting more experience besides the taste and smell of them. But even this, despite being wonderful, was not enough for William, who wanted to taste other parts of his owner.

-Daddy Tobias, can I taste and worship other parts of your body? Or you want me to keep shaking my ass and caring about you crotch?

-Whatever you want whore, you can do. I’ve dumped my load into you pretty mouth, and since you acted well as my bitch, your reward is freedom of choice. 

William smiled hearing this, and joy filled his mind. He was happy not only because he could do what he craved, but also because he was praised for being a good sex toy.

He got up, and Tobias changed his position, from laying to sitting, giving his bitch more convenient acess to muscles he will worship.

He started with arms, admiring their size. William grabbed one, and couldn’t embrace it all, even with both hands.

-Big. Aren’t they?

-Fuck yes master Tobias. I have to admit I’ve been fantasising about you, and I love that I can finally touch them. – With these words, he started kissing the biceps, sometimes mixing it with few licks. This time, he couldn’t do it as he pleased, because Tobias was constantly holding his hair and guiding him where he wants his mouth. William liked it, so he didn’t complain and obiedently fulfilled the silent order.

After he serviced both arms, Tobias moved to his armpits, that somehow still worked on him like inhaling aphrodisiac, and after visiting those hairy pits he became more “wild”, his moves were faster and stronger, bringing more pleasure, what he showed on the pectorals, while he was being moved between the armpits and thus he was touching them with his face.

Seeing his behaviour, Tobias let go of his hair and didn’t regret this test. William started kissing them, licking, pushing from every angle. When he was busy with one pectoral, he was playing with the second one with his hand. He was also placing his head between those incredible mounds of hairy muscles, and madly shaking his head. 

Since it wasn’t the first time for Tobias, he knew what his bitches like, and moved his arms forward, so his chest looked like it was bigger, giving William more muscles to worship.

The only flaw of his performance was that he didn’t suck his pecs. Thus, when William somehow had temporarily enough of shaking his head between those two giant male tits, Tobias grabbed his head with both hands, one keeping him by his jaw, the second by the top of his head. 

-I think you missed something, not much worse immersing in my male tits. – He guided his head to the nipple, and William obiedently embraced them with lips. – That’s it whore. Suck them like you were sucking my junk, I like it.

William started with sucking, and experienced that it is also a great thing to do with mounds of muscles to his disposal. He was also thankful for his master for forcing him to do it, otherwise he would somehow ingonre it, and in his gratitude he started experimenting. First he took more of the pectoral inside his mouth, loving how his lips squeeze the muscles, how they taste on his tongue, how heavy it is, how he can move it with just the tongue, and delve into it.

Then, after a long while of sucking and encircling it with his tongue, he tried biting the nipple, and received praise from his owner.

After a few minutes of it, Tobias changed the nipple, and released his jaw. He knew William would continue without hand keeping him, and would go the second pec with just an order, but he liked holding him, showing this way his domination and control. With the second hand that was released, he started slapping those round cakes, liking their softness, how they jiggle, and sometimes he was grabbing them, squeezing and shaking.

Eventually, they both had enough, and since he wanted that ass, Tobias wrapped the chain around his hand, except the end close to the collar, which he grabbed with the same hand. After it was done, he moved Williams head close to his and kissed him, whike the second hand grabbed his ass, sometimes slapping it. Looking straight into his eyes, Tobias pushed his tongue inside and showed him that he is his bitch, easily overpowering Williams tongue, despite his attempts to fight back, to make the situation more arousing, and then exploring insides of his whore’s mouth.

-Daddy’s cock wamts to fill some hole. Are you ready?

-Fuck yes-

Before William ended, Tobias shoved his cock up his ass, at the same time muffling his scream with next kiss. Forcing himself in, he fit all of his junk inside, and then with the hand that wasn’t holding the chain, he pushed William’s ass down, so his dick wouldn’t leave him, while he was sitting back on the couch.

For the next few minutes they stayed almost motionless. Tobias just liked the feeling of his meat being squeezed by virgin ass, but William still had to get used to taking dick, so he felt pleasure not pain. To kill time, and ignore the pain, William started groping Tobias pectorals. On the other hand, Tobias was satisfied with the feeling of his dick being squeezed and touching his whore’s ass, so he didn’t need anything new to do.

When all the pain vanished, only pleasure stayed. Then William said.

-Fuck, I’m ready daddy Tobias. I can now fulfil my duty as your fuck toy.

-Good, now move those hips and ride me. Slaps mean I want you to move faster.

-Yes master!

After he said those words, William started riding that fat dick, going faster and faster, because Tobias was constantly slapping his ass, until he reach his maximum. All this time, he was also looking how his chest is bouncing, really liking that part of his property, and sometimes groping it.

It was a little distracting for William, making him go slower, but soon he got used to and continued unaffected. Knowing that he is ready, Tobias let go of the chain and reached for his telephone and 2 balaclavas, that he took with him when they were going to the living room.

-I also get money from fucking bitches like you and posting it online. Now take it on, and you will become a new pornstar. Don’t worry, I will give you part of the money.

Without hesitation, not even slowing down riding the dick, William put on balaclava, and placed his hands on his owner’s shoulders.

Tobias did the same, and started recording.

-If you could only see yourself, whore that fulfilled its destiny. Your big tits and thick as bouncing on my meat. I bet you can’t live without my dick now, right?

-I fucking can’t daddy, I can’t live without sucking your dick, drinking your cum, worshipping your body, and servicing you with my ass!

-That’s a good whore *slap*, now don’t you deserve some reward? Open your mouth – William obiedently did it, and Tobias spat in his mouth few times. – Enjoy it. When I’m done, I will give you more and your beloved milk.

The fucking continued, and Tobias started moving his hips up and down, adapting to William riding his junk, making the video and experience much better.

After a few minutes of it, he stopped recording, grabbed William’s ass with one hand and stood up, his dick still inside. Kissing him, he went to his bedroom, when there were already cameras placed. He put him on his legs, turned them all on, and went behind William. Grabbing his jaw, he turned his head, making it rest on his pec. Then, entered his hole, lifted him up, and moved his jands under William’s tight, moving his whore’s body up and down, clapping these big asscheks. 

At the same time, Tobias kissed once William, and then they both stuck out their tongues, licking each other in the air. However, it didn’t last long, since it was supposed to be porn, so soon Tobias threw william on the bed, and while he was laying on his stomach, he slapped his ass, grabbed part of thhe balaclava under which the hair was, to lift his upper body and started fucking, almost constantly hitting those cakes, knowing that people will love to see how they jiggle. 

It lasted for some time, maybe 7 minutes, until Tobias felt he is close to cumming. Thus, he put William down, flipped him on his back, put dick between his tits and started recording with phone. 

-Time to feed my whore. Are you ready? I got plenty of semen to feed you.

-I’m ready owner, please feed me. 

-*chuckle* You fucking bitch are really addicted to my cum, good. – He started beating William’s head with his junk. – I will feed you, but you have to squeeze my cock with your tits. I know you want to. 

Without a word, William did as he was told, and opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out waiting for sweet reward. Tobias just spat on his face, part of it landing in his mouth, and began fucking, going back when head of his junk got fully embraced by lips of his whore. Meanwhile, he was also slapping lighty his face, twisting his nipples, calling him his whore and sex slave, and spitting even more, all of which William liked. Of course, his favourites were feeling of the cock moving between his tits, how his balls were also hitting his boobs, Tobias hair pricking his body, the smell, and of course taste of the tip of the dick.

Soon Tobias came, his head resting on the tongue, partly in the mouth. He ordered his whore to open it as much as possible, so his fans would see how he shoots ropes of semen. He was ordered to not swallow, so happily he enjoyed the taste of the cum, imagining that this moment will never end.

Obviously it ended, so Tobias took his dick out, and showed all the cum that was inside. 

-You love it, right?

William nodded.

-I knew it. You can now swallow it whore, you earned it.

William quickly did it, and with smile showed his mouth empty. Tobias then ended recording and took the balaclavas off their heads. Once again hitting William’s fsce with his junk, he said.

-Clean me whore. Balls too.

Eagerly William started doing it, licking them both clean like they were the best ice creams of his life. Maybe they weren’t, but still he loved their taste itself, the remaining cum and the sweat.

After cleaning, Tobias left him without a word like some used toy, coming back after few minutes. He just flipped him on the stomach, and started rimming.

First, he gabbed those fat cakes, squeezed them, shaked and spread, to put his mouth on that small pink hole. Then, he let the asscheks go, wanting to feel them against his head, often slapping them.

When the giant tongue entered his hole, William moaned and arched his back, going against it, so it could go as deep as possible. He was also remembering what Tobias was doing to him, wanting share that knowledge with other men that will use him, and are less experienced.

Eventually, with one final slap, he stopped tasting, and moved to William’s head, engaging in deep kiss, involving licking his toy’s face.

-You have really tasty entrance. *Slap* I will make it my everyday meal. But you have to stay quiet, or we won’t be doing it in the school.

-I will master Tobias. 

-Good. – Once again they kissed.

Corey’s Farewell Gang-Fuck

“Awwwwwwww FUUUUUUCK!” the strawberry-blond grad student shouted as Daniel grunted and unloaded in him.  “I’m SO gonna fuckin’ miss this!” the college jock growled.

“Your folks are just moving down the street Corey!  You could walk here from the new place to get that nasty cunt of yours filled,” Kent said with a bored tone.  “Or you can drive here from your apartment any time.”

“Crikey!” Daniel exclaimed when he pulled off him and flopped down on the bed against me and our next-door neighbors’ son.

“Is that good?” Corey asked our bitch-boy jokingly.

Daniel laughed.  “You all three really make me work for it!”

It was true; Corey was no passive bottom who took it as his top gave it.  No; Corey was a challenging demanding bottom and made the top do all the work and taunted him all the way.  And we three and the bottom slut all loved it just that way.

And the evidence was the heat that radiated off his searing skin pressed against me and the sweat puddling where our bodies met.  “Suck our boy clean and get that hole in the air for me,” I ordered him.

Corey energetically got to his knees on the bed and bent over Daniel’s softening slimy dick while I left the bed, went around the side where Corey’s jock-strapped butt was in the air, and rubbed my wet dick-knob in his cummy crack and pushed against his hole.  It still had resistance; it was gaped some from Daniel’s much more slender member and hadn’t slacked open enough for my thick dick-knob and shaft.

“Fuck yeah Mr. S.  Do me!  Fuck me hard like a daddy should fuck his boy-slut!”

“What the bloomin’ frig do you call the pounding I just gave you?” Daniel asked as he gasped when the dick whore swallowed him.

I pushed into him fast and hard right then; and he cried out around Daniel’s soft dick, “MUTHA FUUUUU … !”

“You want me to go easy on you Sawyer?” I asked holding mid-thrust.

“God no!” was his immediate gasped answer.  “FUCK me daddy!”

“Sluts can take it,” Kent taunted him.  “Sluts like Corey crave it; they NEED cock to keep them alive!” Kent joined in the taunting.  “Finish cleaning Danny’s milky-white cock of your cunt-slime and open wide for me.”  Kent was moving into position to face-fuck our neighbor; his humongous dick jutted toward Corey’s face menacingly.

Corey and his undergrad varsity teammate had come onto Kent and me some time ago; three years before if memory serves.  The very tiny exposure of our pool area to the very corner of our next-door neighbor’s lot found the two of them sneaking a joint when they heard Kent fucking me in our pool.  There was at that time literally a three-foot exposure from their lot into ours at the gate that leads down to the lake and the boys got themselves where they could see the action; then they brazenly joined us. 

After that first fuck-fest with his even hotter teammate Corey had declared himself ours.  He would text us and ask permission to be fucked or to suck guys off; to this day he maintained that ritual.  To be honest it was fun for a while and then became a bit boring.  Even the photos of his swollen ass-ring and the studs who had made it that way were a bit … passé.

When Daniel came into our lives we told Corey he had additional owner; we thought it might put an end to that conceptual ownership.  Instead the neighbor boy had started grad school by then and drove the distance to present his holes to Daniel; and the foursome was codified.  The two of them newly discovering Corey’s slutty kinks had renewed the novelty of it for us.

I won’t go into detail about Corey’s dad noticing his son’s car in our driveway that first time and confronting us about “corn-holing” his son.  It was I who was home when he did that the following day; ant least he waited until we weren’t balls-deep in his boy.  I kept my cool during the confrontation and suggested that he take the matter up with his adult son.   Kent was livid later when he returned from Lowe’s and heard what happened.  “The fucker probably just wants his pathetic little prick sucked!”  Sadly it was true; we’d seen him in the country club locker room several times and he was pathetically under-endowed.

Corey’s mom caught me one day during what I found out was her return home from chemotherapy; I hadn’t known she was ill and I was very sorry for her battle.  She was stoic about her cancer but she was philosophical about her son.  “So Corey’s a faggot; no offense.  He likes men like his mama likes men; that’s why we split-up and divorced for a while when the kids were young. Problem was we loved each other; solution was an understanding.  But unlike his mama he’s got two handsome bucks; I’ve got Garrett and keep my husband with his under-sized needs happy too!  Everyone’s happy!”  WOW, I thought at the time and didn’t comment.  

They’d rented that house for three years after selling theirs at the top of the market; her husband wisely cashed-out and waited-out the market’s down-turn.  Their landlord is a vulture realtor who’d bought the place and everything in it from our first neighbor; elderly and near death her son had finally taken her home with him to some other state.  Our neighbors had just bought a house on the other less-desirable side of the country club; it needed updating throughout and combined with the area’s lesser appeal was bargain-priced.  And they were just under the capital gains reinvestment deadline. The vulture realtor stood to make a nice profit on the place next-door now after stealing it from the sick widow.  After all those musings as I plowed her so  I wondered if Corey’s mom still got her satisfaction from her husband’s painfully-divorced alcoholic best friend.

Side-bar: I’m happy to say that Corey’s mom’s treatments got her well; she’s been cancer-free for over a year and some months now.

Corey was choking from a vicious skull-fucking by my husband who was laying on his back as I railed Corey from behind.  Daniel was behind me by then doing his best to eat my ass and play with my swinging slapping balls as I fucked the stuffing out of the slut.

“Ohhhhhh Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Kent bellowed.  “Fuckin’ take that nut!” he shouted and clamped his hands on Corey’s head and shoved the boy’s cute face into his pubes.

Corey’s channel spasmed hard around my thick rod as his body fought to deal with Kent’s huge knob halfway down his throat spurting what always felt like a gallon of thick hot cum.  Daniel gave my balls another healthy yank and as my husband was still grunting out his load I shouted and began to blow my own wad up Corey’s other end.

“FUCK YEAH!  Nnnnnnngh.  FUCK!”

“Bonzo daddy!  Give it to him; pump your spunk in him with mine!”  I didn’t need to be told; I couldn’t have stopped as I pumped blast after blast into our neighbor’s son’s bubble butt.

Kent let Corey free of his dick and Corey pulled off inch after inch and sucked in breaths; he gasped and coughed when his mouth was empty.  “See what I mean?  Cock whores NEED cock!  When it’s gone they go through withdrawals.”

Corey fell forward onto his own mess of sprayed cum on the bed with his chest resting on Kent’s long legs; and he abruptly pulled off me causing my slimy pole to recoil and fling a gob of cum that came out with my head popping free of his now-gaped hole.  “Impressive!” Kent said with a smile.

“Probably more Daniel’s than mine,” I said.

“Al I felt you spoofing up his clacker and I was jealous of how much that bonza tochley of yours was pumping,” Daniel said.

I felt myself blush as I mentally translated the Aussie slang we were being accustomed to.  The blush was from admiration of my virility; it has that effect on me.  “Come here!” I said to our boy and kissed him hard.

The kiss re-energized his own dick.  I pulled away and looked down at his pretty dick.  Corey looked back over his shoulder too.  “Unload in me again?” he asked.

Daniel laughed.  “Right kind offer.”  He looked at us.  “One of you bugger me while I bugger him?”

“Don’t look at me; I just blew my wad,” I told him with a smile.  “And from what you said about how much I pumped that might have drawn-down on tomorrow’s too.”

“Awww get on with ya!” Daniel teased me.  “I know what it takes to motivate Al Junior.”   And to prove it he took a grip on my sac and gave my balls a healthy squeeze.

I’m one of those guys whose nipples are sensitive and responsive; but you work my balls and I go wild.  And true to his claim Daniel’s rolling and rubbing and squeezing of my balls had my dick growing again. “Fuck Daniel!” I moaned.

“That’s my request; fuck Daniel!” he said with a laugh.

“By the time you’re done in him I’ll be ready again too,” Kent said.  “I’m laying this one out and you bitches can fight over my throbbing rod at the end of the next round!”

“Fuckin’ right we will.  And who’s keeping tally?   The lad’s had more than me,” Daniel observed.  “But I’m ready.  Get on your back slag!” he ordered Corey.

Corey knew Daniel was talking to him but played dumb.  “This Australian English is way beyond me.  You talkin’ to me?”

Daniel surprised me by grabbing Corey by the legs and flipping him over onto his back in a blur of motion.  He was on his knees over him and pushing his raging-again dick against him before the blur slowed.  “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Corey reacted with a wide grin.

Daniel shoved in without hesitation.  “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Corey yelled louder than the squishing that came from his jock-hole.

Daniel looked determined.  “What you asked for mate,” he said as he began pounding the neighbor boy soundly.

Cum began frothing at the slut’s slackened butt-lips and dripping down his muscular hamstrings.  “Fuck yeah!  Keep pounding my pussy!” Corey was pleading in no time flat.

I took my cue to not waste time and got behind Daniel; my dick was raging but I had no idea if I could actually cum again.  When I maneuvered in to where my dick was close to Daniel’s bubble butt thrusting and pulling out our boy stopped for long enough for me to stretch and fill him.  “Riiiiiiiiiiiight,” he moaned when I was balls-deep in his cummy hole.  Then he thrusted roughly back into Corey who moaned appreciatively.

Our relative differences in length meant that Daniel was long-dicking the college stud’s chute nearly to pulling out completely but I had nearly half of me still in Daniel when he bottomed-out.  The good thing was his very well-trained muscles that were working my fat dick like a milking machine.

Kent sprawled across the other side of the bed with his right arm up and his right hand behind his head; he was clearly enjoying the show.  My eyes craved his bushy sweaty pit and I deeply inhaled of the sex-saturated atmosphere in our room.  Pure testosterone and cum; the sweat and pheromones so thick it made my head spin and my balls boil.  Maybe I would cum again.

Kent had a puddle on his mid-torso from his monster dick drooling pre like it hadn’t just shot an epic wad minutes before.  I salivated for it and changed our rhythm so that I was slamming Daniel’s ass too now.  It wasn’t an easy rhythm to maintain while he was pounding the college pussy energetically but my drive was staunchly determined.

When Kent finally brought his big left paw to his raging drooling monster dick he had his eyes locked with mine.  Then he grinned at me as he slowly gave himself a LONG stroke, puddled a healthy glob of his goo at the ample pinched skin over his slit, pulled his thumb and index finger up to where the glob was to transfer it onto them, and, with painful slowness brought it to his lips.  He moaned a long deep sigh as his tongue scooped his emission off his fingers and he closed his lips savoring it.  All the while he had never broken eye contact with me.

I slammed into Daniel harder and faster without regard for his pace reaming Corey and felt my balls suddenly on the verge of exploding again; more from my husband’s incitement than from the hole milking me.

“Fuck me Al; you’re almost there,” our boy encouraged me as he briefly was shoved balls-deep into the visitor.  “So fuckin’ thick; slam it in!  Spoof my arse full!”

And with a long cry and a sensation like my balls were in a sadist’s grip I let it flow.  “GODDDDDDDDDDDD!  Nnnnnnnngh!   Nnnnngh!” I groaned as the rhythmic pumping renewed my balls’ sharp pain of the most recent release.

“Fuck!  My turn.  Arrrrrrrrrrrrr fuuuuuuuck!” Daniel yelled as I was near to emptied and his hole spasmed around me through his own climax.

“Fill me up again you fucker!” Corey yelled.

I could feel Daniel pumping-out; my dick was suddenly mega-sensitive and I howled.  Kent’s evil grin changed to concern but his eyes never left mine as I pulled back suddenly and stumbled backward several steps after my fat dick-knob broke free of Daniel’s spasming hole.

“Bugger!” he shouted.  “Bloody oath that wonger feels like a fist ripping out my arse when you’ve just spoofed!”

I was sagged against the wall probably sweating on the paint irreparably I thought but couldn’t yet move.  I was heaving as I tried to control my breathing and calm my racing heart.  How the fuck Kent can do that to me!  All these yearsin, I thought to myself with gratitude.

“Who’s taking my load?  Come on; climb on!” Kent offered.

Daniel caused Corey to yelp like I had when he roughly pulled-out.  Both of them called claim and were scrambling to get to him but I beat them both; in a flash I was around the big bed, on it, and shoving my hole down around his huge flared knob.

“I’m close from watching all of you shoot!” Kent warned.

Daniel had scrambled over Corey and got his mouth under me to where Kent was entering me.  My eyes flew open wider when his tongue lapped against my stretched ring and Kent’s did the same; I knew he was licking his shaft too.  We both moaned as I ground down onto him and Corey looked wanting for something to do.

“Come over here!” Kent ordered.  When Corey obeyed Kent grabbed him by his dripping hard-on and pulled him to his mouth.  “Oh Mister S!” he gasped as my husband gulped.

“Got more in you college stud?” I asked him and slapped his bubble butt hard.

Daniel’s voice muffled by my butt and Kent’s shaft:  “I should get that.”

“You just stay right where you are!” I shouted and milked my husband and ground down to get even more of him inside me.

I leaned forward and kissed Kent and licked Corey’s dick and that pulled him over the edge.  With a gutteral groan around Corey’s hard-on he began a series of grunts as the familiar added proportions confirmed he was about to blow his wad.  Then it was those grunts into my mouth as we kissed without Corey’s dick and he shot wad after wad on our faces.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he groaned

The familiar heat of Kent’s load flooding me and his epic dick stretching my channel to its capacity, his mouth hungrily sucking mine, and Corey’s cum coating my face and beginning to drip was over my capacity.  I slumped fully onto Kent whose strong sweaty arms held my sweaty body tight against him.

Corey shook his dick and a last blob of his cum splatted on my temple.  “FUCK DADDIES!” he gasped.  “That’ll last me!”

I laughed in the puddle of sweat my face was resting in at my husband’s neck.  “AT least until you see a male on your way back to your folks!”

I heard and felt Daniel laughing; his breath on my ass and his head shaking.  “Al makes a point!”

We all laughed.  And stirred.  Kent suggested we shower off and hit the pool; Corey had his phone in his hand and said his dad was blowing-up his phone wondering where he was and wanting to get on the moving.  Daniel said he should tell him where he was and invite him to join us.  And we all laughed again and started disentangling and leaving the bed.

“You were right,” Corey said absently and we all three looked at each other and struggled for context.  “I can drive here from my apartment; I’d take my roommate’s car so my parents wouldn’t know I’m here.”

As it should be we laughed harder as we left our disheveled bed and went to check on our pup who’d been disconcertingly quiet while we gang-banged the neighbor’s son.

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Who would have thought that 8 inches would have so much power over him?

A coldness without origin ran down Polo’s spine when he took the box from his bed. He was just one wrap away from changing his life, or at least that’s what he tought. He took a pair of scissors and tore the tape that held the package closed. His fingers hurt as if they were frozen, and for a second, he missed the hot drops that ran down his skin five minutes before, while he was bathing and getting ready for what he would do next. He opened the box and there it was. The first thing he thought was that it had been the right decision not to order the one that was 10 inches long. The clear dildo he had ordered a week earlier was sitting in the cardboard, with its plastic wrap intact. He took it in his trembling hands and was surprised by the weight. Maybe it was bigger than he had thought.

The giant mirror in his room reflected the image of that 22-year-old man, muscular and large. Someone who spent more time in the gym than his body demanded. Polo’s bare and wet back muscles tensed with every movement. Broad shoulders and narrow hips. He was any woman’s dream. The towel hung from his waist, covering his nakedness, which didn’t make much sense since he didn’t share his room with anyone else, but he did it on purpose. Getting out of the bathroom naked to open a packed dildo was too hasty, he needed to take it slow.

When it broke, the plastic made a noise that drowned out the music that was playing softly from the speaker on his desk. He turned up the volume because he was afraid that his moans would be heard in the neighboring rooms. Once he had freed the dildo, he admired it. 8 inches of transparent silicone that simulated a cock longer and thicker than his own. It had marked veins and two testicles that joined a base capable of adhering to the floor or the wall, as the user chose.

Polo’s hardon was maximum at this point. He couldn’t wait any longer to have it inside. He was scared, but it aroused him. He knew he wanted it. He knew he wanted it despite the pain. He had planned to ride it on the floor, but an image from a video he had seen the day before forced him to change positions. He dropped his towel, brought the giant mirror closer to his bed and laid down. Took his knees to his chest and spread the legs, brought his fingers to the hairless hole and began to caress it. His dick was already spilling precum that stained his slightly hairy abs. No. Something was missing.

The young man went to his clothes drawer and took the black jockstrap he had bought, telling himself that it would help him exercise. He put it on in seconds and adjusted the bulge, which didn’t fit completely due to the notorious erection. He felt more exposed than when he was naked, but the mere fact of wearing a jockstrap guaranteed a full hardon. It aroused him to know that his cock wasn’t important at that moment, and that his ass was getting all the attention. It was a good ass: round, big and worthy of a man as beautiful as Polo.

He brought his knees to his chest again and exposed his pink entrance framed by the elastic of the black jockstrap. Spread his legs and part of his junk escaped from the fabric. His hands caressed his hole calmly and patiently, until he smeared his fingers with lube and began the action.

The rest of the video is not faithful to what happened. Polo caressed and lubricated the entire exterior of his ass, even more than necessary. He wanted to make sure he was as wet as possible. “It is never enough lube” was every bottom’s rule. The fingers of his right hand wandered over his pink anus and at some point, when he was worried about making a good video, he hit his hole and moaned slightly.

The lube made his fingers slip and his hole throb. He couldn’t wait any longer. His fingers ran in circles on the pink surface. It got him so horny to see it in the mirror that his slit was spilling precum non-stop and he couldn’t resist taking a little and putting it in his mouth for the first time in his life. The salty taste was new to him. Then, he sucked his fingers and filled them with saliva that he mixed with the lube in his ass. It was time. The middle finger began to apply pressure until his sphincter let it through. It felt uncomfortable. It was neither pain nor pleasure, just a strange sensation. It went deeper. He caressed his insides and, although he didn’t feel physical pleasure, his dick throbbed just by looking at himself in the mirror. Putting his finger in and out caused him a certain type of pain to which he would eventually get used to.

Time passed and he saw the possibility of a second finger. Big mistake. His sphincter tensed painfully and it was hard to deal with the size of his fingers joined together. His expressions of pain and moans added value to his video, and Polo knew that it would be enough with that to cum every time he saw it in the future. As he had expected, he ended up getting used to the two fingers, which soon entered and exited his anus easily. The pink hole was already dilated, waiting to take something bigger.

The jock took the dildo and bathed it in lube. Brought it to his hole and hit it once or twice. He moaned with passion while looking at the camera. The vision in the mirror turned him on even more. A big, strong man being so submissive, about to impale himself with 8 inches, about to moan like never before. He applied pressure and his sphincter didn’t offer as much resistance as before. With a wet sound, the dildo went through it and a moan was impossible to hold back. The pain struck him for a second and then gradually diminished, leaving him with nothing but the feeling of being full. A feeling that, although not orgasmic, made him know what he should feel, it felt… good.

He tried to move the dildo, but the burning warned him not to, so he watched himself in the mirror while caressing his semi hard dick, spilling precum that soaked his jockstrap. The man in the mirror looked back at him. With his huge pectorals and his swollen arms he looked like a real man, someone incapable of doing what he was doing. Incapable of submitting in that way.

When his insides were more used to the invasion, he began to move the toy very slowly. The pain didn’t appear, but the tension in the air was palpable. Inch by inch, Polo was discovering new sensations and as daring as it seemed, pleasure. The sound of the plastic cock sliding through his sphincter began to flood the room as he increased the pace, although he still didn’t have the courage to take it out completely. It came out a few inches and went back in, hitting a certain spot in his rectum that made him feel good. He paid attention to that spot and continued. His body adapted with each thrust and soon he forgot about his hardon to focus all the attention on what he assumed was his prostate.

The camera on his cell phone witnessed that moment, that discovery. And it captured Polo’s mischievous look when he ventured to take out the dildo, for which he was punished with the feeling of emptiness. Something he didn’t like, not because it hurt or bothered him, but because it moved away from the enjoyment he had felt seconds before. And it was when he felt incomplete that he understood that everything he had experienced before was pleasure. He lubricated it again and put it back in, this time deeper. Made a grimace of surprise with every inch the dildo advanced, but now he knew that he liked that. The plastic balls settled on his buttocks and knowing that he couldn’t get any more of the toy inside made him feel fulfilled, as if he had achieved a goal. The same euphoria of winning a match or something.

His game consisted of taking it out almost completely and then putting it in whole, first very slowly and then he began to increase the pace, hitting the g spot in each thrust. But then, something strange happened when reaching a certain speed. He began to enjoy the whole process, not just the prostatic stimulation. He enjoyed pushing a little more than he should, because what was initially pain turned into tickling and then into pleasure, a pleasure that itched, that vibrated. The sensations traveled from his rectum to his penis and to his balls, keeping his dick hard even tho he didn’t dare to touch it for fear of ruining the experience.

The sound of the toy going in and out mixed with his moans produced a dirty soundtrack that would be heard throughout the building. He dared to go faster and faster, and although he was afraid, the curiosity to know how much he could endure incited him to continue. His legs began to go numb so he took out the dildo and changed positions, not without first admiring his hole in the mirror. His pink entrance was totally ruined, like he had never seen it before. It was weird and hot. He put his fingers in and they went in easily, without resistance. This only made his cock throb harder.

He held the dildo and without hesitation, sat on it. A moan of pain and pleasure took over his throat, and several followed as he rode those 8 inches. He was in a trance, in a limbo, nothing could stop him now. The pain and prejudices were in the background when the fake penis went through him with speed, enduring his weight in each thrust, making him suffer and enjoy in an equitable way. Not only had he never experienced anything like it, but he had never imagined that such pleasure was possible.

He rode and rode without fear, without censorship, without intentions of stopping. Each thrust inside him realesed immense pleasure. It felt like he was about to explode. It was too much, but he was decidided, he was determined to keep going until his body couldn’t do it anymore. His mind was blank and his hole was all he could think about. A funny sensation ran through his body, from his hole to his dick and balls. He was in heaven and the pleasure was too much. So much pleasure that a few touches on his dick were enough to release all the cum he had accumulated for days. He was moaning loud and clear as the misterious coldness ran down his spine and legs were shivering. All the cum ran down his jockstrap and stained the black fabric while Polo slowed down and felt the pleasure transform into pain, a guilty pain. So he stopped and let himself fall on the sheets, waited a few seconds and took out the toy, leaving a destroyed hole behind. The pink and open hole was throbbing and it hurt. He sighed, gasped and breathed deeply for a few seconds before getting up and walk to the camera. He stopped recording.

My name is Liam and I lived in the suburbs of Chicago. I just liked to be rebellious and do wild shit with my friends that we thought was funny at the time. Name it and we probably did it. It was at the beginning of summer when I first did anything with a guy, my friend Wyatt, and I realized I was gay and loved being a cum slut. He called the shots in our friend group and I always secretly thought it was kinda hot. A lot of the things we did back then were usually his idea or mine, I was like his second-in-command.

Me and Wyatt had just stolen a pack of beers and cigarettes from a store in Deerfield and we hopped in his parent’s car that we had taken out for a joyride for the 100th time and sped off.

When we were alone he would joke around and call me a cocksucker and things like that but I found out that night that he wasn’t joking when he called me that. He sped down the road when he sighed deeply and spread his legs, adjusting himself with his right hand as he gripped the steering wheel with his left.

“Fuck. It’s been so long since I’ve had any pussy since me and Olivia broke up” he said. I glanced down at his bulge growing in his jeans and looked at him, looking back at me with hunger in his eyes. My face felt hot all of a sudden and I said “Damn man that sucks. It’s been a while for me too since I fucked Stella”.

I lost my virginity a few months ago to Stella and I hated every second of it. I thought if I had fucked her it would make me like girls more but it was the opposite, I learned I definitely liked Wyatt more than I thought and thinking of his cock pounding me instead is what made me cum.

“Maybe it’s been so long it’s got me thinking crazy but….” Wyatt started to say before he trailed off looking out the window and shaking his head. My heart started beating faster than it was before at the thought of what he was about to say.

“But what?” I asked innocently, looking again at him. He looked back at me with even more hunger in his eyes.

“Would it be crazy if I asked you to help a bro out?” he asked as I noticed his face getting a little red.

My mind was blown and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Am I dreaming? I thought.

“Umm sure I guess” I asked trying not to sound too eager.

“I can’t lie I’ve noticed the way you look at me sometimes and how you stare at my dick” he said failing to hide his smile.

My face flushed even more from the embarrassment at being caught red handed.

“Y-yeah I’m sorry bro I didn’t think you noticed” I said back.

“No problem, I don’t blame you bro since you know how big my dick is and how much the girls love it” he said with a rasp in his voice that drove me crazy, rubbing his dick through his jeans as he drove.

“Grab me a beer and a cig” he said.

“They’re down by your feet” I said back.

“I know, grab me one. I’m driving” he said.

“Okay yeah” I said back confused.

I leaned over to grab the beers and cigs with my face in his crotch when I realized what was happening.

He pushed my down on his crotch and pulled over into the big empty parking lot of Northbrook Court shopping mall.

“Take it out. I know how bad you want it” he growled.

Without a word I undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants.

“Wait before you take it out, hand me the beer and a cig bro” he said.

I reached down and gave him what he wanted. I heard him crack open the beer and light the cigarette as he turned the lights off the car.

While he did that I pulled out his 8 inch cock that sprung out of his underwear.

“You know what to do bro” he said.

I grabbed it with no hesitation and starting with the huge tip slowly worked my way down his thick shaft.

“Fuckkkk bro I knew that mouth would feel good on my dick” he moaned.

I kept going slowly until I reached his balls and had his huge cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a little bit surprised I was able to deepthroat it that quick. As I started to lift my head to get some air he pushed my head down and kept his throbbing cock deep in my throat as I gagged some more.

“Fuck no bro get it nice and wet so I can fuck that throat” he growled.

“Okay” I tried to say with a mouthful of his cock.

I kept his cock in my throat feeling my spit coating his cock and dripping down his balls.

“Fuck that feels so good. Here have some” he said as I looked up and he poured some beer into my mouth. I drank it thirstily and just wanted to get back to servicing him, thinking about what it would feel like to have him cum balls deep in my throat.

“Back to it” he said as he grabbed my face and turned me back to what he knew I really wanted.

I took his cock in my mouth a lot easier than I did the first time and felt it hit the back of my throat with ease, making me gag and again drool all over his cock.

He started thrusting his big dick in and out of my mouth while holding my head down, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.

I gagged and choked a little bit while he relentlessly fucked my throat.

“Damn bro I’ve never had my dick sucked like this before fuck” he groaned as he continued to pound my throat.

I moaned with pleasure as he continued fucking my face like a pro.

“Keep it up and I’m gonna bust soon bro” he said moaning louder.

That thought drove me wild and I bobbed my head up and down while he fucked my face, pumping his cock fast into my throat.

We got into a good rhythm and I could tell he was going wild with pleasure just like I was. I knew I had to be dreaming and I didn’t want to wake up so I could do this forever. Be Wyatt’s cum slut for the rest of my life.

I heard him drinking his beer and hitting the cigarette and for some reason this turned me on even more. I grabbed his balls with one hand and started stroking his veiny cock with the other. I don’t know what came over me but it felt like I had done this my whole life.

“Holy fuck bro how are you so good at this?” he moaned louder than before.

I kept stroking his cock as I went up and down with my mouth feeling his cock head hitting my throat with each stroke of my hand as he kept pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. I squeezed his balls a little bit, playing with them like I had thought about doing since we became friends.

“I’m gonna bust soon bro” he said barely able to speak from the pleasure I was giving him. That was like music to my ears.

“Want me to bust in that pretty little mouth of yours slut?” he asked.

“Mmhmm” I answered the best I could with his big dick deep in my throat.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming. Swallow my load bro” he practically yelled as I felt his balls tighten up.

He shot ropes of his tasty load down my throat as I gagged a little bit from the thickness of it. I swallowed it like a pro and made sure I got every last drop of his load in my throat.

“Ohhh fuck. Shit” he said breathlessly, panting as he recovered from the mind blowing orgasm I had just given him.

I felt him slump back in the seat still breathing hard as his cock slid out of my mouth. I hated feeling his cock leave my mouth where it belonged.

“Sheeeesh. Clean as a whistle” he said looking down at his cock, wet but perfectly clean, free of cum that was now in my stomach.

I got up and sat back in my seat with the biggest smile on my face, looking at Wyatt who had the same smile on his. His eyes were closed as he hit the cigarette flicking the butt out the window.

I wiped my mouth and wanted to say something, anything. Thank you for finally using my mouth as your pocket pussy, I love your dick so much, feeling your cum in my throat feels so perfect. But I was just speechless.

Wyatt broke the silence as he handed me a beer and a cigarette and said “Damn bro I had no idea you could suck dick like that”.

I smiled grabbing the beer and cig from him. I leaned forward with the cig in my mouth as he lit it for me. I leaned back against the door taking a hit from the cig.

“I didn’t know I could either. That was my first time ever doing something like that but I guess I’ve always thought about doing it” I said as we looked at each other smiling.

“I learned a little bit from watching porn just in case it ever happened” I continued.

“Well it felt like a pornstar was sucking my dick just now” he said winking at me. I handed him the cig as I drank my beer, quietly going crazy inside.

“That’s what I like to hear” I said noticing my voice sounded seductive, a voice I’ve never heard before.

I saw his cock was still rock hard and I licked my lips a little bit.

“You’re still hard?” I asked.

“Yeah I could bust another nut honestly” he replied stroking his dick a little bit.

“I can help you again if you want bro”  I said.

He turned and looked at me with excitement in his eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked with that raspy voice again.

“Yeah but I think it’d be better if we go back to your place” I said thinking about all the things I wanted to do with the huge cock in front of me.

“I mean my parents are gone and I got the open” he said biting his lip, looking at my eyes and then down to my lips as he stroked his cock a little bit more.

“Then let’s go” I said as he put his cock back in his jeans the best he could much to my disappointment and we sped off towards his house.

I moved to the beach after Covid.  I lost my partner due to a three year battle with cancer.  Nick had repeatedly told me…. Sell the farm….get to the beach and start over.   We had been together over twenty years.

I was enjoying my coffee on the side porch when I first met this couple.  They had visited the property three times.  On the first day of October was when they officially moved to Sunset Beach.  Being a good neighbor…I introduced myself.  Offered them coffee, water etc….Ron was a bear.  Salt and pepper hair and I could tell through his v-neck tshirt his nipples were pierced.  A major turn on for me.  He definitely grabbed my attention.  Alex was maybe three to five years younger.  Very impressive man and in excellent shape.  I leaned later he was a physical therapist and had spent his career in professional sports as a team’s athletic trainer.  You’ve always heard the phrase ….if I ever were to win the lottery….well…these men had.  Ron stopped one day in New Jersey to get gas and on a whim…bought 2 tickets.  As they say, the rest is history.  They relocated from Jersey to North Carolina.

A few days later….their moving company rolled up and the guys started moving their belongings into their home.   I had been in the house several times before the man sold it and moved to Nashville to live with his son who was a professor at Vanderbilt.

The movers were very easy to look at.  They were beast.  Strength was something I noticed.  Nick and I ran a Christmas tree farm in western North Carolina and we hired any seasonal workers and I can’t lie….i loved watching them cut and load trees and mid October as the day warmed up….they would peal off their shirts and I could watch these guys put on a show.  
   Back to my neighbors.  Each day I would take over snacks, drinks, etc…..after the first week I finally invited them to come to dinner.  I prepared a meal of basic food….grilled chicken, roasted corn on the cob and a large salad.  They brought a bottle of wine and we sat on the screened porch and had a nice dinner and great conversation.

I told them my history….of being single again after so many years.   How Nick and I had visited the beach every few months….especially enjoy the seafood at Calabash.

That evening Alex asked to use the restroom.  I took them to the master bedroom off the bedroom.  They were both amazed with my remodeled bathroom.  My walk in shower was big enough for 4 people.  On the counter I had left a cockring, prostate massage dildo and lube.  Hell….i live alone so no need to hide anything.

When we returned to the porch I lit the fire pit and continued our conversation.  Off the porch they noticed my outdoor shower.   A must have if you have access to the beach.  As our conversation moved along….i point blank asked….please help yourself to the outdoor shower any time.  In fact, you are welcome to use it now.  Each guy winked at me and replied…only if you will join us.  Hell…you don’t have to ask me twice.  Alex stood up and took my hand…pulled me to my feet and kissed me.  Damn…this man was very talented.  The three of us moved to the shower.  I got between them…dropped to my knees and started kissing the head of their cocks.  I love the taste of precum and these men had low hanging balls and moaned as I sucked on their nuts.  Ron used his talented tongue and rimmed my hairy hole.  As Ron fucked my ass Alex fucked my face.  I loved being between these two.  Ron told me he loved how I was attentive to his thick purple dick head.  I’ve always enjoyed giving blow jobs.  My cousin returned home from Vietnam when I was fourteen and he trained me well.

That night we ended up finishing each other in the outdoor shower.  I challenged the men to leave their clothes and walk past my privacy fence to their patio at the back of their house.  This became a secret pleasure for them to walk over in the evening nude ….Ron said he never felt freedom like this before.  I shared that I’m nude most evenings out on my porch and other than gym shorts and a cockring….i typically don’t wear much of anything unless I have something to pick up in town.

A couple of weeks later the men dropped by at the time I requested.  They were surprised to see their realtor Issac getting an amazing ass fucking by me.  Of course I had orchestra then entire scene.  Ron and Alex fed Issac their cocks.  I told my new neighbors…I had personally never been happier when I found out he was showing the property to you men.  The first Tuesday evening we all enjoy a cigar, a fire….and Blantons bourbon.  Sometimes we all enjoy my massive walk in shower.  Issac is a good twenty years younger than us.  I love buying him butt plugs for him to wear as he’s showing beach properties.  After a showing he stops by for a time of fucking and me rewarding him with a blow job.  Damn….life at the beach is phenomenal.

The Pact

Rob is a gay orc guy in his early 30s. He had a boring 9-17 office job that is easy but paid an ok salary. He is an ordinary guy with one difference that makes him stand out and no not his insatiable hunger to breed as all orcs have that. He has a strange medical miracle, his body produces an immense amount of cum way too fast for him to be able to get a real relief. All orcs are very potent and can bloat/cumflate humans but not this much. Due to his extremely long ejaculations and never-ending flow of cum he was always lost in his orgasm and most of the times this had some consequences mostly for his partners, because he always fills them way more than they can take. He bursts nearly all of his partners like they are some kinds of living condoms and not because of any bad motives he is just too lost in breeding. Because of this he is a wanted criminal with the nickname: The Popper. He isn’t a real criminal with a twisted mind, he just needs release and once he starts, he can’t stop cumming.

As he is gay all of his victims are guys above 18, but under 30. He likes guys with muscles or with a little bit of meat, very slim and very fat guys don’t attract him. He is careful all the times not to be caught so he always travels to different places. He is using apps, going to parties and gyms to attract guys. By far he is very successful in attracting guys and avoiding the police, but one day everything changed in a surprising way.

That one day he received a message from a stranger in a forum. There was nothing suspicious about the message or the guy. He wanted to meet with Rob and get impaled on his big orc cock. Rob didn’t know but this was a trap. He agreed to meet with the stranger in an abandoned building, it was the stranger’s choice. Rob was happy as it was safer for him.

When rob arrived at the meeting place it seemed empty and dark. He seemed to be alone but felt that he isn’t. As he was searching for the stranger without success, he felt he wasn’t alone, but haven’t noticed anyone.  He started to think he was set up and when he turned around to leave, he felt a sting in his neck. When he reached there, he felt something strange. It was a tranquilizing dart used on animals. He quickly became dizzy and foggy. 1 minute later he was on the ground. Before he went to sleep, he saw a dark figure standing above him for a moment then everything went dark. 

As he started to regain his consciousness, he realized he is chained down in a metal chair both designed to hold orcs. No matter how hard he tries he can’t get out. As he is turning his head around to see where he is, he sees that he is in a room with concrete walls and many equipment like in an underground medical room with metal tables; sink; drains; concrete pillars; chains; and many sexual toys, gears and other stuff. There is only one metal door behind him, no windows any other escape roots.

He heard the metal door opening and his blood froze. A man walked in, brought another chair and sat down in front of Rob. As only the lamp above him was on he couldn’t really see well and the stranger sat down in a way that his head was in the dark and Rob couldn’t see it. The rest of the stranger was in the light and Rob could see that this was a well-built fit man. Speaking of his clothes he wore a suit a quite nice one. It was completely black everything, the shirt, the pants shoes and tie.

-Finally, I started to think I gave you a too big dose. – says the stranger.

He has a very manly and strong voice which indicates dominance. Rob is still trying to figure out what is going on and doesn’t say a thing.

-I guess you are wondering what is going on and where are you and etc. Well, you are at my place so welcome. Think about this as an invite from me and be honored I am not inviting anybody to my playground. You are here because I have some business, I want to speak with you about. We can call this a onetime offer so listen carefully and make your choice. – says the stranger with strict voice.

Rob’s hair is standing on his whole body as he is listening to the man in front of him. He was never afraid of humans as he is way stronger than them, but this guy scares the shit out of him.

The man leans closer and his head comes under the light and it scares Rob even more. The man wears a black mask that covers his whole head. The mask had 2 holes for his eyes but Rob only saw darkness no eyes or skin. He is a complete stranger.

-Are you paying attention to what I am saying Mr.? – he asks strictly.

Rob’s blood is freezing and the situation just got way more terrifying.

-Yea… – Rob says with trembling voice.

-Oh, what a shaking voice. Am I this scary that even the big Popper goes pale? Hahaha! – he laughs in such a devilish way that Rob skips several heart beats.

Rob’s eyes widen and his skin paler as he hears the name Popper. He is screwed.

 -Good! They say eyes are the mirrors of the soul and I love seeing fear in people’s souls. – the stranger says with a hunger in his voice.

The light above them is flicking sometimes and with a flick suddenly the masked face is just inches away from Rob’s. Rob pushes himself back in the chair with such force that the chair moves a bit even as it is screwed to the floor. The man starts laughing in a strangely normal way and straightens up.

-Oh man…if you could see yourself now you would really be ashamed how little and scared you look. – the man says joyfully.

-Don’t be scared, I am just shitting with you. -the stranger says while still laughing.

Another flick came, the laugh stopped and the man was again in Rob’s face.

-Or don’t! – he says again with the scary voice.

Rob hops back again in his chair with a scared grunt leaving his mouth. After scaring the shit out of Rob a second time, the man walks back and sits down in his chair.

-Let’s be serious. Sorry for the little game but I love doing this. I really brought you hear because I want to discuss some things with you Mr. Popper. Yes, I know that you are the infamous serial killer the Popper. That is why you are here. I promise, I won’t hurt you. After all I am not going after colleagues. – says the stranger in a calming friendly manner.

-Colleagues? -Rob asks heaving.

-Yes, indeed we are. My humble self is known as The Breaker. – the man says.

-The Breaker?! – Rob asks in surprise and terror.

Rob heard of The Breaker before. He is the most wanted criminal in modern days. He started around 10 years ago kidnapping people and when he releases them their minds and personalities were completely broken. There are also many who has never been found. The Breaker always sent a little present to the police of his new victims so that everybody knows it was him and also to humiliate the investigators. His most famous kidnap was the president’s son. Nobody knows how he did it or what happened with the boy.

-Tea! – the man shouted.

Another person comes in. It is a very handsome athletic boy in his twenties. He is completely naked aside from a collar around his neck, a chastity that fully pushed back his cock into his body and a buttplug. The boy has a silver tea tray in his hand. He walks up to a table at the wall puts the tray onto it. He picks up a small coffee table and puts it next to The Breaker. He goes back picks up the tea tray and puts it onto the small table. Pours tea into a cup and gives it to the man in black.

-Would you like some? – The Breaker asks kindly.

-Yes, please. – Rob says in confusion as he is not able to get hold of wtf is going on.

The boy pours tea into another cup and brings it to Rob. He leans down and put’s it and puts it to his lips gently. As the boy stands close to Rob, he can take a look at the boy and realizes that it’s the president’s son just older with empty eyes, like there is no one behind them. As Rob opens his mouth the boy pours the tea into it slowly. The tea was perfect, not too sweet, not too sour with a very pleasant taste. Rob can’t tell what type of tea this is but it is so good that he could drink this forever. He gulps it quickly and in a moment the cup is empty. The boy brings the cup back and puts it onto the tray.

-Leave us! – The Breaker orders the boy!

Without a word the boy turns around and leaves the room leaving the 2 criminals alone.

-Back to the business. So, you are here because I am a fan of your work. I have been following your work throughout the years and I always marveled what you do with your victims. It is so messy and violent while looking so natural, I could even call this art! -says The Breaker with fascination in his voice.

-What work? You mean you are following my sexual life? -Rob asks a bit dazed.

-We can call it like that yes. Let me ask how you do it? The only thing I can’t figure out is the how. I never found any evidence of machines or something like that and also you would have to carry so much cum that it would have raised others attention. So, how do you do it? What’s the trick? -asks The Breaker curiously.

-I don’t use any device. I just fuck people. -Rob says.

-I know orcs produce way more cum then humans and can bloat them, but I have never heard of something like this. -says The Breaker thinking.

-I have a strange medical condition and due to it my body reproduces cum way too fast for me to be able to really empty myself and I fill back in quickly. So, I just cum as much as I can and my orgasms are so big and good that I’m lost in them completely. And… my partners’ bodies can’t take enough and burst. -Rob says.

-Fascinating! Then it really is natural, for you at least. Oh, so many marvelous ideas are coming to my mind. The possibilities are nearly infinite. So much fun! – says The Breaker with enthusiasm, greed and evil in his voice.

After a little pause he continues.

-One more question. With some self-control you could just pull your dick out of your partners. But you don’t. Why? -The Breaker asks.

-I’m just too lost in my orgasm. – says Rob.

-Oh, only that? Doesn’t bursting your partners arouse you? Hearing them scream for mercy, hearing their bodies creaking, gurgling and stretching? I guess you are even pushing down on them even more as they are getting closer to bursting. -asks The Breaker teasingly.

-I mean… I don’t hate feeling them wiggle on my dick as I pump them fuller and fuller. Feeling their bodies trying to adjust to my never-ending amount of cum. -says Rob shyly.

-Just admit it you love popping those guys. – says The Breaker.

-Fine, I love bursting them. It just gives something way more than normal fuck. Knowing that I will be their end and they don’t know it. Feeling as they realize I’m still forcing more and more of myself into them and they can’t escape. Sometimes very rarely there are guys who are so turned on that they ask for more and more and even telling me to burst them like they are some living condoms. That’s the best ever. -Rob says with a lusty evil grin on his face.

The Breaker starts to clap as Rob finishes his sentence.

-Finally, I see the side I wanted to. The killer instinct in you. -says The Breaker while clapping.

-Thank you for sharing your secret with me and for finally shoving me your true side. Now we can continue. So, I wanted to meet you and speak about a collaboration. You know I have nearly accomplished everything in my field of work, tried everything and mastered everything. BUT! As I first heard about you and saw your work something clicked in me. I have started planning a completely new method but I need you for that to work as you play a very huge part in it. –says The Breaker with inspiration in his voice.

-So, what do you want from me exactly and how would this “cooperation” work? -Rob asked.

-So, you are interested. I am glad. It depends. We can go on hunts together if you want, or I can bring the victims here and we would break their wills together and eventually you could pop them in many fascinating ways. As for the why, I admire your special gift or ability and I want to experiment with it and my toys. These experiments would involve you. Also, you won’t have to fear about any consequence ever in the future, I can guarantee you that. -says The Breaker.

-And what would these experiments be? -Rob asked.

-I have some fantasies about popping them in certain ways and I want to break them to beg you to pop them and I want to train their bodies to stretch as much as possible so when they pop their bellies and other parts would be extremely big like real balloons. For these ideas you are the perfect partner and you could cum as much as you want. -says The Breaker.

-How can you guarantee protection? -Rob asked while raising his left eyebrow.

-Let’s say I have my way of evading the different forces and I have very powerful allies and I also have some influence here and there. There is a reason why they can’t catch me and why they will never. -The Breaker says with an evil laugh.

-But let’s not discuss this anymore. Oh, and just to mention you can thank me for not being caught. -says The Breaker in an ensuring and also a bit mocking way.

-Wait you helped me avoiding the forces? -Rob asked in shock.

-Yes. What do you think how could you avoid being caught? You are not hiding any evidence. Your DNA is basically all over the crime scene or maybe the crime scene is all over your DNA. Hard to tell with this much DNA. Not to mention that your digital footprint isn’t well protected either… -says The Breaker breaking down Rob’s pride.

-Oh, I thought I am good at it. – Rob says with sadness and disappointment in his voice.

-No, Pigs are stupid but not this much, sorry. But I think it’s better for you to know everything and what I really offer so that you can make your decision. – The Breaker told Rob.

-What would happen if I declined your offer? -Rob asked with a little fear.

-I would be sad to be honest. I would delete your memories of our meeting and would drop you out at your place. You would feel like you had blacked out after a rough night. -says The Breaker.

-So, I could leave like nothing happened. -Rob asked.

-Yes, if that’s what you want. -The Breaker says.

-Wait, let me summarize this. You want to cooperate with me. I could fuck anybody in the world without ever having to fear any consequence and could live my life as I want. And you could try out some new mind breaking techniques on the kidnapped guys. -Rob summarized.

-Yes. That’s it. -The Breaker agreed.

-Hm, there is always a catch, what’s it here? -Rob asks.

-There is no catch. I want something from you and in exchange I am giving you protection and all the fun you want. Fun is the goal. Believe me this is not a selfless act. I will have my own fun. -says The Breaker in a disturbingly grim way.

The mask is hiding the face of The Breaker but Rob can swear he feels him grinning.

-I have one condition. -says Rob trying to look serious.

-And what would that be? -asks The Breaker.

-I choose the guys. I am picky. -says Rob with a serious face.

A moment of silence came as they stared at each other. Some seconds later The Breaker starts laughing like he just heard the best joke ever. Rob looking confused at him not understanding what’s so funny.

-You can pick all of them. I don’t mind. Just tell me who you want! Beside I like your taste in men. – says The Breaker and Rob new he was blinking behind his mask.

-Then we have a deal Mr. Breaker. -says Rob.

-Very good! Oh boy, so much fun is ahead of us! Believe me, this decision will make you the happiest orc on the planet! -says The Breaker loudly and joyfully.

With that said he gets up from his chair walks behind Rob and with some meddling behind him he set him free from his chains. Rob turns around after standing up. The Breaker stands behind him with his right hand in position for a hand shake. Rob took a look at the man in front of him completely in black then reached with his right hand and they shake hands. The Breaker had a black leather glove on. It had a marvelous feeling to touch, its not normal leather, Rob isn’t familiar with the material but its addicting to touch and he doesn’t want to let go of it.

-Then let’s get to work partner, we have lots of things to do! -says The Breaker while shaking hands.

With that a dark pact forms between 2 murderers and a dark lusty cumflation era begins.

To be continued..

An afternoon’s work.

In high school I worked as a page shelving books.  During the school year we were required to work two evenings and one Saturday.  In the summer it turned into a 40 hour per week job.  In addition to shelving books we needed to read shelves (make sure everything was inits correct place.  This included the non-public closed stacks areas.  It was time consuming and sometimes we were paired with another library page.

There were about fourteen of us high schoolers from different high schools across the city.  We didn’t get to know each other until we started working with each other at the library.  We would sometimes socialize during the summer months going swimming.  That provided the opportunity to chang into swim suits in front of each other.  Some of the guys were more modest in front of each other, others had no qualms about nudity.  I enjoyed seeing the guys naked always soft, never erect.  As there was a difference in our physicality there were differences in cock size too.  One guy, Ned, was handsome and about 4” soft, low hanging balls, and a nice thick black bush of curly pubes.

One afternoon I was paired with him reading shelves in the closed stacks.  We had been giving another co-worker, Bill, a hard time telling him he should be giving us blow-jobs.  Bill was a nice guy, but smaller in stature to us.  Bill was needed else where in the library and he went off.  Ned and I continued the thread of blow-jobs and Bill was the one to give them.  Ned then asked me if I had ever had one, and I answered “Yes”!  It was another guy in my neighborhood and it was memorable but only happened once.  It didn’t take long for me to explode in his mouth.  The guy had his cock out as he sucked me and he shot his load.  I added that before the blow-job we had beat off together and that was how I learned to do it.  Ned shared a bit about his experiences and that he jerked off as least once a day and that this conversation was getting him horny.  There was an awkward moment of silence as he reached over and touched my cock through my pants.  He withdrew his hand and I summoned the courage to do the same to him.  When I touched him through his pants he seemed to be fully erect.  More award silence and he finally said “We might need to do something about this”.  I said “We can’t do it here in the open”.  On this level of the library there were two restrooms, single toilets with doors that locked.  He suggested he go to the one on the far left and I should follow a few minutes later.

I took a deep breather, waited two minutes and walked over to the john where Ned waited.  I slipped in and locked the door behind me.  Ned undid his pants he was wearing tights-whities like I was.  I could see his hard cock through the fabric.  I unfastened my belt slid my pants down as he slid down his underwear.  The hard cock was in view along with hairy balls and curly pubes.  I slid my briefs down and my cock pooped up.  We looked at each others tools and then started to stroke.  Slowly at first, then more rapidly as we watched each other rub up and down.  He reached over touched me a continued to jack by that time I was reaching a climax and shot into the toilet bowl.  I grasped his cock and tried to find a rhythm.  I wasn’t successful and he finished himself off.  We carefully zipped up and flushed the toilet.  I slipped out the door and returned to the stacks.  He later returned and our conversation covered TV.shows, music, and movies.  The previous activities were never talked about again.

My regret was that it never happened again and that I didn’t suck his fat, meaty cock.  I could have really gotten a close-up look.  You can believe I jerked off again when I got home from work and the images and what could have been fueled my fanatasies for several days.

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I was in a gay chatroom for older men and started chatting with a man from about 5 hours away in a major Western Canadian city. He mentioned he organized and hosted a gay group party and he was always looking for mature bottoms. I was intrigued so our chat moved to a phone call. When I called him I found a very German accented man that went into detail about gay HorseMarket partys that he hosted. I learned that these partys originated in Germany and had a few mares(bottoms) with many studs ( Tops). The mares were blindfolded and took any stud that wanted to fuck them. He mentioned that usually his partys were 10 studs to 3 or 4 mares. The fucking was all with condom but the studs could cum on the mares just not inside. I knew I had to try one and told him i would drive up for the party 2 weeks time. We kept in contact and finally the Saturday arrived and I hit the road. I arrived infront of a great home around 1pm and headed to the front door. As i rang the doorbell I was excited but abit cautious. Hans greeted me in a robe and said great I could be there. He was in his 70s with a chubby body but very kind and pleasant. He walked me to a large den but I could hear mens voices in another room with some music. I met Pete and Charlie there who were the other mares. Hans told me to strip and there was a bAthroom beside us to get ready in. I had never done much douthing or enemas but that was required. I never ate much the day before but i still cleaned myself and chatted with the other two mares. I learned from them that one mare had cancelled so there was only 3 of us to be fucked. Hans returned with lube bottles on necklaces and said make sure to stay lubed as the studs wont do that. Pete asked how many studs and Hans grinned and said a good herd tonite, 12 studs! He gave us hood which werent blackout but took away most of my sight.  The three of us were nude and lead slowly into another room where I could hear voices and comments. I was hard and heard a few men comment on how much that mare must want cock. Hans placed me on a mattress on all fours with Pete and Charlie not far away. Hans yelled out ok mares lube your self so I took most of a handful of lube and started to lube and finger myself. Soon a pair of hands pulled my cheeks apart to assists me. He pushed my hand away and fingered me making sure I was very ready. He got behind me and pushed his cock inside of me. I could hear fucking all around me and he started pounding me slowly. I took the men one after another, some for a few minutes and some very quickly. I lost track but I thought I had taken about 7 men when a firm set of hand grabbed me and turned me on my back. Though the hood I could just see parts of a Black Man raise my legs on his shoulders and stretch me out. You gunna like this he said so you better lube. I fumbled with the lube bottle and got a good amount and lubed my hole. As i was reaching my hole I brushed against a huge cock. I felt his size and length and knew he was very well hung. He pushed his cock into me and I could hear a few cheers in the room as I knew some men were watching us. I could barely take him but I was so aroused by being watched and being used I really got into being fucked. He fucked me for only a few minutes but it was heaven. he pulled out and must of slipped off his condom and shot cum all over me. It was like a gallon or two. He moved away then another man turned me back on all fours and started to fuck me. I could feel the semen dripping off me as the next man fucked me. I think I maybe took some men more than once but wasnt sure. Finally the room got quieter and quieter as men finished and left when soon Hans came over and removed the hood from us three. Hans still had a condom on his limp cock and said you boys did well. We took turns showering and Hans joined me . I sucked him as he told me he wanted me back. I got dressed and had a very happy drive home.

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