He Wasn’t A Sailor, But He Made It Onboard As One. Later, All The Targets This Hook Was Able To Identify

He thinks he’s been chosen for a casual camping documentary. Each night, we slip a few drops on his lips and take away some of his clothing. Every morning, he just thinks he’s been forgetful, but we encourage him on and, wearing a little less than the day before, he smiles for the photos and hikes the path we’ve planned out. Tomorrow, he will start meeting men along the way. Eventually, they will all be as naked as he is, but even from the start, they give him undeniable erections. When he finally has no pants (by which point, he has had many, many drops in his sleep) and the man he meets has access to it, our star gets his first blowjob. He apologizes for engaging that way during the documentary, but we encourage him to behave any way he chooses. He is ready to be one of the cock slaves by the time we get to the stable. He has no idea that’s where we’ve always been leading him.

It was very clear when you signed up to live in this dorm: everyone cleans up their own mess. You only get so many chances. If someone comes after you and there’s a mess in the way, you could get removed.

It wasn’t about sex, at first. Except, you didn’t really remember that, anymore. You just remembered this is what you agreed to. You lived here, you were fed, you were taken care of, and you were filled with the cum of every other resident — only you never really knew just how many roommates there were to a room… or how many rooms there were… It was hard to think about. The easy thing to think about was how much you preferred swallowing cock than sitting on it. Most cum always leaked out and you had to lick it up, anyway - but any chance at all to love your brothers’ cock was bliss.

You sat around, sometimes, while the guys were all at class. They took you to the park, sometimes, but the times when everyone’s classes left you alone … you almost remembered your classes; the ones you dropped, because you loved cock and you wanted to be there for your brothers. You agreed to it, of course. It was important for everyone to be responsible for their own mess. … then there was that day, one of the guys masturbated. Everyone said it once in a while, how they hadn’t been laid recently; but one of your brothers just got worse and worse, until one day, he announced he was just going to masturbate. The guys that were home … didn’t really mind. You all understood.

But then he came all over the floor and had to clean it up. He licked up some of it, because an older brother told him protein like that really shouldn’t go to waste. Everyone cleans up their own messes. The brothers were okay, as long as he didn’t leave it behind. He did that for a few days, too. Then came the time you were sitting next to him when he masturbated. He turned to you, the rookie, and begged you to help out an older brother. You agreed and jerked him off. You jerked him off as his breathing quickened and his muscles flexed and he ejaculated. Cum streaming out of his cock, as per usual, only it all landed on you. You kept jerking his cock as stream after stream erupted and left globs and ribbons on your arms and shirt. You kept jerking his cock until his muscles finally relaxed and his orgasm was over.

Then, it was one of the other brothers who told you to clean up the mess you made, jerking him off. You began licking it up, where you could. You raised your shirt, so you could suck it out of the cloth. Was this really the first time? How long had this gone on? You didn’t know. You just remembered you agreed to it. So when more of your brothers began to jerk off in the common room, you helped them, they came on you and you licked it up. It was you who said they should just stick it down your throat, directly. Not a drop of protein to waste and it was hard to get the cum out of the carpet, no matter how much you licked at the spot.

This was no fellatio, though. You were not the one in control of the cock entering you. This was pure irrumatio. Your mouth stayed open for any brother … or any cock … that needed his release. There were brothers, tho, that preferred your asshole. They liked the feel of it. They liked the positions for fucking you. It all went in your hole, of course. The brothers never made a mess of their own cum. When it leaked, you had to lick it up, so you … your love was for swallowing cock. Glock, glock, glock was the sound when the brothers had you nice and opened up for the day. You slimed all over the place, but nobody paid attention to that part. You failed to pay attention to that part, you just made sure the cum went back in you.

When you slept, the brothers cleaned up their part of the mess. You slept wherever a brother had you sleep. Sometimes just dozing on a sofa, often times cuddling one of your brothers. They didn’t sleep naked, though; only you did that. Your belongings were traded and sold. Your clothes, a thing of the past. You loved it here with your brothers. You were happy every time one of them came through the door. You were a good boy. You didn’t talk as much. You knew your brothers by their smell as much as by their name, but you never spoke of either. You had forgotten your own name. You responded to “hear boi”, but you knew that “cum dump” was you, because you are for cock.

Jasper loved to be in the woods, to be surrounded by wood, to have it in him, to be moist with the morning, to be covered in juices by night. He never got enough.

I put the tools in the drinks myself, but I got things a little mixed up. Her body-guard got the dose instead of her. I should have known when he let her leave without also leaving. Come to think of it, she didn’t seem too perturbed by him staying… I wondered if she - but his shirt was already off and his pants undone.

I hurriedly snapped a photo, because I heard the flash could sober them out of the lust they would begin to feel. The flash didn’t work and I just didn’t get out of there in time. To help me deal with it, I finished the drink… finished it before I knew which one I was finishing.

And boy am I glad. After swallowing each other all night, I got really sad when she came back.

But it was all okay, because the phone call she made brought the men that took the two of us away together to where there were many, many other cocks to swallow.

Sexy, beefy, hairy, manly cock in me all the time.

The boss said we should use the outside showers.

We didn’t know about any outside showers and we were kind of pissed about it until we saw how big it was. We had one last beef over noticing there were only two for the three of us, but really, by then our shoes were off and I for one wasn’t going to put my clothes back on. We did kind of try and preserve privacy, but once we got wet, we didn’t really care so much. In fact, when we aimed the two close to each other, it kind of worked for all three of us. I stood in the middle while they rinsed, but then I dropped to my knees and looked at the two big cocks pointed my direction and just grabbed them. They both yelled out at me, but I didn’t tug. I needed. I mean… I kneaded them. I felt them flex in my fists. They didn’t actually pull away, though, and I could feel them getting plump, swelling …

I gazed at their dripping heads and opened my mouth to swallow one. I savored the skin of his shaft and then released to taste the other. Already, I cared nothing for the shower and just wanted their cocks. I drooled on them, trailed spit between them, impaled myself on the stiff meat surrounding me. It was some time before one of us realized I had another hole. It sure wasn’t me. I could only beg for what I could see and when he was behind me spreading my ass cheeks, I was focused on the bush now fucking my eyes along the veiny rail of cock leading to my lips.

Alex Baresi, Arpad Miklos & Eduardo Breakers, 2007 - Titan Men, dir. Bruce Cam

Sometimes a shirt is an inspiration. The client who purchased this guy keeps him silvery skinned and bald headed.

Staying

As might be obvious for people who saw the previous couple posts when they went up, but be less apparent to people who recently started following:

It’s been quite a while since I made an effort to join the Tumblr exodus. Long story short, I’ve continued using Tumblr despite the fracture, but haven’t actually been posting much.

I’m working on a way to monetize this creative effort and will soon let all you interested folks know what’s going to be happening in the future and how this Tumblr will soon be working.

They’d partially filled the wheelbarrow when Ted tripped and fell on it. Rudy gawked. It was as if his clothes had fallen apart. Ted’s hairy front was exposed from neck to ankle.

There was something in the air then, or there must have been, because the stalk in Ted’s mouth made Rudy want to put the rising stalk between Ted’s legs in his, hanging open as it was, already.

They forgot what they’d been doing for a while, that afternoon; dripping slobber and cum all over Ted’s wood and down Rudy’s front. Ted eventually wondered what all the fuss was about and switched the plant stalk in his mouth for Rudy’s flesh stalk.

This, the first time they slobbered and came in and all over each other, was the longest. They did it fairly regularly after that, though.

I’m telling you, you’re sexy. Look in mirror, see that? Open shirt. Good. See, sexy? Take off shirt, open pants, good boi. Better, right? Remove pants, and enjoy yourself. Nice erect cock, good boi. Sexy fuck. Now, suck my cock you sexy slave fuck. Good boi. Good cock-boi, good.