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Jake strutted out of the Rambles of Central Park, his heart racing and sweat dropping. The cool night air caressed his bare skin as his hot pink jockstrap clearly visible as he pulled up his low-riding short shorts. His small, hard cock bobbed with every step, eager for the night ahead. He had already taken seven thick, anonymous loads in his hungry hole as he was pushed up against the trees, but that was just his appetizer. As he headed south to The Eagle, the neon lights beckoned him like a moth to a flame. The leather bar was a haven for men like him, seeking the rough, primal pleasure that only a pack of muscular daddies could provide. The thumping bass from within sent vibrations through his body, making his ass quiver in anticipation. On the roof, Ax, Doug, Dewan, and Mario were smoking their cigars, drinking their beers, and prowling around the bar. Each was looking for a fresh piece of meat. Their eyes locked onto Jake as he walked through the door. "Look at this little fag," Ax rumbled in his deep, accented voice. "What's a cute little thing like you doing all alone in here?" Jake looked up at the towering Iranian bull, his eyes sparkling with lust. "Oh, I'm just looking for some fun," he replied coyly. "Well, you've come to the right place, boy," said Dewan, his deep chuckle rumbling through the bar. "We've got plenty of fun to go around." The four men surrounded him, their ripe scents filling Jake's nostrils. He was in heaven. "What's your name, twink?" asked Mario, his eyes raking over Jake's slender body. "I'm Jake," he giggled, batting his eyelashes. "But tonight, I'm just a dirty little hole looking to be used." The men roared with laughter. "Well, Jake, we've got just the thing for you," said Doug, his hand already reaching for Jake's jockstrap. Without hesitation, Jake dropped to his knees, eager to serve the four hungry men. Right there in the corner of the Eagle’s roof they took turns feeding him their massive, uncut dicks, each one thicker and longer than the last. Jake's mouth stretched to the limits as he tried to take them all in, drooling and gagging on their throbbing cocks. The other men around watching and adjusting their own bulges. "Look at him go," Ax said with a grin. "He's a natural." Jake moaned in pleasure as they face-fucked him, his eyes watering and his cheeks hollowed out from the effort. He could feel his ass clenching, begging to be filled with their hot, thick loads. Finally, Ax pulled his dick out of Jake’s drooling mouth and slapped the boy’s cheek with it. "You ready for the main event, boy?" Jake nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Ax's pierced cock. Ax bent him over a nearby bench, the other three men holding him in place. "You're going to take us all, one after the other," Ax growled. "And you're going to thank us for every drop we give you." One by one, they took him, filling his tight ass with their cum until he was overflowing. Jake's cries of pleasure echoed through the bar as the men used his body as their personal cumdump. He could feel their hot seed mixing with the others he got earlier in the night and spilling out of him, down his legs, and onto the floor. When they were done, they dragged him to the bathroom, still hard and ready to give him more. "You've been a good boy," Dewan said, slapping his face. "Now it's time for your reward." The four muscle daddies stood around him in a circle, their cocks dripping. They each started pissing into his mouth, filling him up until he had to swallow or choke. Jake gulped down their piss eagerly, the warm, salty liquid coating his throat. "That's a good faggot," said Doug, stroking his own cock. "You know how to clean up after a mess." Jake looked up at them, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Sirs," he murmured, his voice thick with cum. They laughed and slapped his ass. "Don't thank us yet, twink. You're not done with us," said Mario, his hand already reaching for his zipper. The night went on, with the four men using Jake's mouth and still eager little hole, leaving his pink jockstrap a sopping mess. They pumped him full of more cum and piss, inviting other guys to load him up too, and by the end, Jake was a sticky, sweaty mess, covered in their seed. But he didn't care. This was what he lived for. This was his purpose. He was their whore, their toy, and he had never felt more alive. As the last of the patrons stumbled out of the bar and into the early morning light, Jake remained on his knees, licking the last drops of cum from the floor. His body was sore, his throat raw, but he was blissfully happy. He looked up at the four men standing over him, their dicks still out and glistening with the remnants of their fun. "Can I have more, Sirs?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. They just grinned down at him, already knowing the answer. For Jake, the fun was just beginning.

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One of Jake's favorite hobbies was cruising. At malls, parks, bathrooms, you name it. But his absolute favorite was the seedy bathroom at a notorious truck stop, a place where the underbelly of desire and depravity often converged. This grimy oasis catered to the needs of the road-weary and the sexually adventurous, a perfect setting for his gaping cunt. Jake, just a 15-year-old boy the first time he went there, had stumbled into this world of raw, unbridled lust, seeking a release from his innocent existence. He was drawn to the rough, gruff men who frequented the area, and it was here that he first laid eyes on the infamous “Bull,” the undisputed king of the pitstop. Bull was a towering figure at 6’6” with a barrel chest and bulging biceps, his skin a tapestry of ink that spoke of his life's journey through the seedy underbelly of society. His hair was a wild mane, matted and tangled, and his beard was an unkempt jungle, emanating the pungent aroma of sex and bodily fluids. His eyes were piercing, a mix of hunger and amusement that sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who met his gaze. His heavy breathing and the sound of his leather vest creaking as he moved only added to his intimidating presence. The smell of piss and ass clung to him like a second skin, a scent that was both terrifying and exhilarating to the young, eager Jake. Bull's cock was a monstrous, uncut beast, thick and veiny, with a gleaming 00g Prince Albert piercing that spoke of his dominance and experience. It was a weapon of pleasure and pain that Jake was about to become intimately acquainted with. Their first encounter was a brutal initiation into the world of hardcore, raw fucking. Bull had seen Jake in the parking lot as he pulled his semitruck in. He recognized the submissive, deviant spark in his eyes and the desperate hunger for a man to claim him immediately. He knew where to find him and walked straight to the bathrooms. When Bull got there, he saw this young, smooth thing standing at the urinals. Jake was pretending like he fit in, when everyone knew why he was there—and that was before they even saw his jockstrap hanging out of his skintight shorts that showed off his ass perfectly. Bull wasted no time, pushing the boy to his knees at the urinal and forcing his head against his thick bulge, the smell of ripe dick cheese and stale sweat overpowering. Jake's eyes looked up, almost begging for more. Bull obliged by whipping out a nearly 10-inch cock, thick, ripe, and incredibly hairy and slapped it across the boy’s face. Jake immediate took the entire thing. Despite his age, he’d had plenty of experience and was almost able to take the entire thing. Bull’s thick overpowering bush almost in Jake’s face. His eyes watered as he struggled to accommodate the massive girth, but he was eager to please, eager to be used. The rest of that night was a blur of painful ecstasy as Bull broke in Jake's tight cunt, leaving him a trembling, gaping mess. Bull had Jake’s head shoved in the piss filled urinal while his ripe cock tore the boys cunt open. Even as other truckers walked in, he never stopped. Luckily for Jake, two others helped Bull spit roast him with each shooting a thick load deep down Jake’s throat just by watching Bull brutally fuck his ass. Jake loved to be used, but this was a whole new level. It was a bond that formed between them, a bond of dominance and submission that would last for years to come. And as they reunited at various truck stops, Bull would always remind Jake of their first meeting, the memory of his first taste of true depravity forever etched into his mind. After a few more brutal breedings, “the weekend” happened. It was a weekend that would forever be etched into Jake's mind as one of the most depraved and exhilarating experiences of his life. It had begun quite unexpectedly. It was a typical Friday evening at the truck stop, with Jake waiting eagerly to satisfy his insatiable cravings for raw, unfiltered manhood. The neon lights flickered over the parking lot, casting an eerie glow on the lineup of rigs, each one a potential playground for his perverted desires. Bull knew immediately that Jake was there that Friday night—the boy’s scent of desperation wafted through the air like a siren's call to the seasoned pig. Approaching the bathroom, he walked In and saw a dirty Latin trucker raping Jake’s holes without mercy. Bull watched and waited as the man dropped his load deep in Jake and left him there on all fours on the filthy bathroom floor. Looking directly at Bull, the trucker started pissing on Jake. Coating him in fresh warm piss. He then went on his way, letting Bull once again claim his boy. Bull slid his dirty cock into the boys leaking pussy. Easily four or five loads in there already and still begging for more. Once he was fully drained, instead of walking out like usual, Bull offered the boy a ride to the next big truck stop along his route. Intrigued and already wet with anticipation, Jake eagerly agreed. Once inside the cabin of the 18-wheeler, Bull wasted no time. He lit up his meth pipe, took a massive hit, then handed it to Jake who did the same. Bull took it back, had another big hit, reaching to his side and grabbing something. He immediately reached over and tore the boy’s piss soaked clothes off, pinning him against the sticky, leather seats. Bull’s hand reached in between Jake’s legs and shoved a nice thick shard deep into his leaking cunt. Jake's heart raced as he felt the weight of the massive man on top of him, his small cock straining against his jockstrap. Bull's grin grew wider as he reached down and ripped the fabric away, exposing Jake's leaking, hungry hole. Bull was licking the sweat and piss from Jake’s young face when he spit all over the boy’s face. "You really thought I’d drop you off at the next stop? You're gonna be my little bitch all weekend, aren't ya?" Bull growled, his breath hot and pungent with the scent of cheap beer and tobacco. Jake nodded excitedly, his voice a high-pitched whine of excitement. He had dreamed of this moment, of being used and abused by the legendary Bull for longer than their brief seedy encounters. He was more than ready to submit to whatever the pig had in store for him. Their journey began with another brutal fucking, Bull's thick, pierced dick plowing into Jake's still gaped ass without a single ounce of mercy right there in the front for others to see. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cabin as Jake's body was used as nothing more than a receptacle for Bull's lust. The mingling scents of sweat, cum, piss, and meth grew stronger as the night progressed, the chemical haze in the air only heightening the intensity of the scene. Bull was in no hurry. He had plenty of time to get to his destination, and even more time to break in the fresh meat he had acquired. Each time they pulled over at a rest stop or deserted stretch of road, Bull would force Jake to perform unspeakable acts of depravity. He'd make him suck his cock clean, lick the crust of cum and sweat from his balls, suck on his ripe pits and feet, and even service other seedy truckers who were curious about the commotion. Jake's moans grew louder as the weekend went on, his voice hoarse from screaming and begging for more. Bull's cock grew more demanding, stretching him wider with each punishing thrust. They fucked in the cabin, in the back of the trailer, and even a few times on the front bumper of the truck, the cool metal pressing into Jake's back as Bull claimed him while other cars passed by. Bull’s massive cock filling Jake’s young cunt while he continued to feed the boy his chem piss and so much more. Their depraved adventure was filled with moments of pure carnality. That Fiday night they stopped at a seedy motel along the way, where Bull tied Jake to the bed and invited at least 11 of his disgusting trucker buddies for a night of no limits use. The sound of fucking, grunts, and moans filled the air as Jake was passed around like a piece of meat, his body taking cock after cock without a moment's reprieve. In between the marathon sessions of fucking, Bull would slam Jake and feed him piss to keep things going, ensuring that his cunt remained open and ready for whatever was to come next. They'd snort lines off each other's bodies, the burn in their nostrils only adding to the delicious agony of their unyielding desire. The men using Jake left him a disgusting, sweaty mess. Jake loved every second of It. The nastier the man, the wider his cunt would open. On the road that next day, the fun never stopped. And as the Saturday night came, they pulled into a backwoods sex club known for its extreme fetishes and lack of rules. The man at the front door didn’t even pause as Bull led Jake through the entry. Inside, Jake was led around on a leash, his ass and face painted with the cum, piss, and spit of other men, signaling to all that he was property to be used. The men there were like ravenous animals, fighting to be the next to fill him up and mark him as theirs. Bull watched with a twisted sense of pride as his boy was taken in every conceivable way, his moans of pleasure echoing through the dimly lit space. The smell of sweat, sex, and bodily fluids permeated the air, creating a thick fog that seemed to make everything more intense, more real. He was fisted, fucked, forced to do disgusting things, but at every moment Bull always saw Jake’s mischievous smile and eyes begging for more. Through it all, Jake never once said no. He reveled in the pain and pleasure, the feeling of being owned by these dominant men and disgusting pigs. He knew that by the time Bull dropped him off, he'd be nothing but a gaping, sore mess, but the thought only made him more excited. As they drove the next morning, Bull told Jake all about his seedy, raunchy, disgusting conquests. His deep voice rumbling through the cabin like thunder. Jake listened, excited, his mind racing with images of the filthy, disgusting things he knew he'd soon be doing. He was living his ultimate fantasy, and he never wanted it to end. That afternoon, Bull took Jake to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the next town they reached. This place was a hidden spot for the most hardcore and depraved truckers, addicts, extreme [banned word], and homeless communities. A place to gather and indulge in their sickest desires. Jake's heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as he shared a slam with Bull before being dragged out of the truck wearing only his now nasty jockstrap, his legs barely able to hold him up due to the relentless pounding he had received the two nights before. The warehouse was a filled with the sound of deep grunts, begging moans, and slapping flesh. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and piss mixed with the acrid aroma of meth. The walls were lined with various BDSM contraptions, and the floor was sticky with bodily fluids. In one corner, a group of men were huddled around a St. Andrew's Cross, where a leather-clad bottom was being fisted by two others while his mouth was stuffed with a used, cum-soaked dildo. In another, a man was suspended from the ceiling, his body trapped as he was fucked by a group of eager tops. Bull led Jake to a makeshift "breeding pit" in the center of the room. It was a filthy, grimy hole filled with a mix of cum and piss, and surrounded by a crowd of hungry, leering men. Jake's knees were forced into the mess, and he was pushed face-first into the pit. The crowd cheered as he emerged, his face and body now a canvas of depravity. "Look what I've brought you all!" Bull announced with a sadistic chuckle, slapping Jake's ass. "Fresh meat for the pit!" A few more men climbed in the pit, sadistic looks firing in each of their eyes. Jake was then passed around from man to man, each one taking their turn to use him in whatever way they desired. His holes were stretched to their limits as they were filled and emptied over and over again. Some men went straight for his now puffy, swollen pussy. Others forced their cocks down his throat, making him gag and drool. One man got passed his elbow as his thick, hairy arm slid in and out of Jake’s blown-out cunt. Another got his whole foot inside as the boy’s moans could barely be heard through the man’s hairy ass who was sitting on his face. The pain was intense, but the meth kept him floating above it all. His body craving more of the raw, primal attention. Bull watched with sadistic joy as Jake was used like the gutter whore he knew him to be, occasionally joining in to show off his own skills. He would punch Jake's ass with his massive hairy hands, making him yelp and arch his back, pushing his cock even deeper into whatever hole was available. The sound of flesh on flesh, the squelches of cocks plunging into wet, gaping holes, and the constant moans and grunts of pleasure filled the air. As the night progressed, Bull decided to take things to a new level. He picked Jake up, who was now a limp mess of sweat, cum, and piss, and carried him over to a group with some of his closest friends, a few nasty homeless men, and two tweakers making nice big slams. They were all equally as disgusting and depraved as Bull was and they had a special surprise for Jake. They had set up a "breeding gauntlet," a line of men eager to fill him with their seed. Jake was positioned on his back, legs spread wide and hooked to chains in the ceiling. The two nasty tweakers were up next and slammed 2 0.7s deep in both his arm. As the insane rush started filling Jake’s entire body, the first man mounted him. He spit on Jake’s face as he slid his cock into Jake's well-used ass without care. Bull took this opportunity to fuck Jake's mouth, his own cock slick with the combined juices of the men who had used him before. Bull started to piss as the next man waited impatiently behind, stroking his nasty cock as he watched the other man’s dick disappear into Jake’s now cavernous hole. One by one, the men took turns, filling Jake's ass until he was again overflowing with cum, sweat, piss, and more. Each man added his own contribution, the cum dripping down Jake's ass and mixing with the piss pooling on the floor beneath him. Jake's moans grew weaker, his body trembling with each new intrusion, but he never ceased to satisfy his master's friends. Finally, after what felt like hours, Bull pulled out of Jake's mouth and announced that he was ready for the grand finale. From the crowd gathered around Jack, the largest, most intimidating man in the group walked up. This man, known as "The Beast," was an addict and had been homeless for a few years. His body hair was thick and his ripe, pungent scent could be smelled across the warehouse. As he got closer, Jake saw that the Beast had a cock so thick, so long, so hard, that it looked like it could split Jake in two. He had a massive Prince Albert and Jacobs ladder, which Jake was terrified and exciting to feel deep in him. The Beast was notorious for his brutal fuck sessions, raunch fueled lust, and inability to leave you with any ounce of dignity or energy left. Jake couldn’t wait. Bull whispered in Jake's ear, "You're going to love this, boy. Take it all, every inch of him." The Beast didn't waste any time. He walked over to Jake and pulled him up by the neck, pushing his face into his thick ripe pits to devour. Jake went In hard and the beast grunted with every lick. Next was his cock. Covered in hair and sweat, Jake’s tongue circled the Beast’s thick foreskin, diving in and tasting the ripest, thickest cheese he ever had. Jake was devouring It when the beast lifted him up and started making out with him, tongue diving in deep as he wanting some of the cheese for himself. Pulling away, he shoved a ripe sock deep in Jake’s mouth to keep him quiet for what was about to come. He forced Jake’s head back down, leaving it stuck under his massive, disgusting foot. The Beast then slammed his cock deep into Jake with such force that the cum from the previous men squirted out around his thick, hairy shaft. Jake's screams were muffled by the Beast’s nasty sock, now soggy and stinking of his own saliva and the Beast’s piss and sweat. His thrusts were merciless, and Jake's body was pushed to its absolute limit. The Beast brutally fucked every inch of him, with Jake’s only break was to lick the Beast from head to toe, a taste so strong that Jake thought he would get high from it alone. As the Beast finished, leaving a massive load leaking out of Jake’s now permanently stretched hole, he drained his chem piss all over the boy who tried to lick up what he could with his last remaining energy. Bull pulled Jake up, his body a sticky mess of cum, sweat, and piss. He threw him into the back of the truck, where he lay there, gasping for breath and trembling uncontrollably. His jockstrap stretched and soaked with all the men’s fluids. When Bull finally dropped Jake off at the bus station on the outskirts of his hometown late Sunday night, he was barely recognizable. His skin was bruised and covered in a sheen of dry cum, his eyes were bloodshot and sunken, and his holes were torn and swollen. He had lost his voice from the screaming and the constant abuse, and his once white jockstrap was now a yellowish-brownish-gray. Before Jake stumbled out of the truck, Bull took the boy’s shoes and started pissing in them. A dark yellow and the thick smell of chems filling his once white shoes. He handed them back to Jake and grabbed his own boots telling him, “Now leave me with the boy’s scent so I can remember the weekend. With that, Jake started pissing into Bull’s nasty work boots, leaving them soaked. Bull took them back and immediately put them on. “Good. Now you’ll have to lick these feet and boots clean the next time I see you. Jake finally got out of the truck, the Beast’s sock still in his mouth, and looked up at Bull with a mix of gratitude and horror in his eyes. Bull just winked, tossed him a water bottle that was half-filled with his own piss and a handful of meth, and said, "See ya around, boy. Keep those holes of yours open for me." And with that, the door slammed shut, the engine roared to life, and the 18-wheeler disappeared into the early morning fog, leaving Jake to stumble home, already craving the next time he could serve as Bull's cumdump on the open road.

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Very mixed thoughts about circuit parties. The older I get (47) the less I’m into the overly loud music, the shrieking voices of party boys, and the obvious want for physical perfection. Even when in my 20s-30s, I never seemed to fit in. The dancing was fun for a while, the sex (Even with enhancements) was fun and very frequent, whether on the dance floor, the bathrooms, or designated place spaces. But now in my old age 😉 I’d rather hang out with friends, not be looked upon as a dirty old man, and just get into a satisfying fuck fest. That said, if you even think you might enjoy something like that, I would encourage you to try it at least once. He might find you like it. And maybe it’s something you want to pass on. If the ladder, come crawl into bed with me and we will do very inappropriate things with each other.

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