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So there I was, stark bollock naked sucking on David’s nice cock, it truly was a beautiful knob about 7.5 inches, thick, as I sucked I ran my tongue over the veiny surface eliciting words of encouragement from him, as well as ‘tick tock’ I sucked using every ‘trick’ I had, swirling my tongue, deep suction, everything, I was nervous, I had been fucked plenty of times but not by anything like him, I had tears in my eyes as I worked looking up at him as he smirked “my cock looks great in your gob boy but it will look better up your bum” and always as the minutes counted down, “tick tock 12 minutes left”, my jaws ached but I kept sucking, something in me drove me on as I knew if David fucked me it would be it would hurt, his cock seemed to grow even thicker in my mouth as he rested his hand on my head helping me to bob it up and down on his cock “seven minutes left boyo, sweet I wonder if you’ll do it?”, I held his balls, so big they barely fitted in my hands as I frantically sucked him, and all the time those words over and over again counting down “tick tock five minutes”, then “tick tock three minutes”, and then he grunted “one minute boy, that’s all you have before I get to rape your boy hole”, I sucked harder, I was literally sucking as if my life depended on it but I did not achieve my aim as his final words rang in my head as he pushed my face off his cock “tick tock, times up, now its fucking time”, I teared up, I know I did “I can do it” but he simply smiled in a cruel sarcastic way “nope son times up” I knelt on the sofa, my arse was bright red, he’d not lied about beating me, I’d been spanked so hard that I had tears and snot running down my face, as he’d dragged me over his knee I’d struggled but with that first stinging swat on my big round arse I was shocked and then with every slap of his hand on my bum I became more and more submissive under his control until I just laid over his knees my body shaking with as spank landed on my arse. Back to kneeling on the sofa, one of his big hands rested on the small of my back just above my arse, I dared not move as he shaved my arse and crack with a cut throat razor “if you move boy you’ll get cut”, the cold steel of the blade felt strangely soothing on my hot burning bum as he effectively removed my last remnants of ‘manliness’ away, he was whistling as he shaved me, a song I can’t remember but it was surreal as it was almost as if he was doing a household task rather than shaving a lads arse at least 20 years his junior. His voice had a mix of desire and pure mocking as he cleaned the shaving foam off my arse “sweet, lovely smooth boy bum, just right for Daddy”, desperately I pleaded over my shoulder with him “please let me try again, I can suck you off”, he actually sneered at me as he massaged my hard cock and balls “nope baby boy, my sweet little cub you made a deal and you lost”. He slapped my bottom again, hitting the already red raw tender flesh “so my boy you going to give it up or do I have to rape you?”, my shoulders sagged I did not want to get raped and though I was terrified my own cock was hard in his other hand as he gently massaged it, I was still looking over my shoulder, my green eyes meeting his steel blue ones, I whimpered “please don’t rape me”, he rubbed my bottom and spat on my hole “as you asked so nicely there’s some lube” I shuddered and shook my head “please Daddy, that’s not enough”, I’d called him daddy without even thinking, he smiled at me “I like you calling me Daddy”, I bit my lip looking at him “I like calling you Daddy but”, he slapped my arse making me cry out “but what son?”, I was crying, deep heart felt sobs as he rubbed his fingers up and down my crack, rubbing and feeling my hole which despite my best intentions was yearning for him to fill me, “I need more lube than that, please”, one of his fingers poked at and penetrated me pretty roughly making me yelp as he immediately started to finger fuck me “no you don’t son, and as your Daddy I know best”, and then he sniggered “I may booty bump you if you ask nicely son”, again my naivety came to the surface, showing him how inexperienced in some things I was and as he fingered me and wanked me at the same time I groaned “what’s a booty bump?”. The smile on his face reminded me somewhat of the ‘joker’ from batman “well I’ll tell you what son, I’ll show you then its time for part two of the 15 minute game”, I croaked “part two??”

1. The Initiation At 19 I was desperate to make sure I didn't hit the age of 20 still a virgin. I was a good-looking young man, average height, slim, ice blue eyes, and a nice tight ass that I was sure I could put to good use. A dirty blond (in more ways than one), I wasn't super hairy, but I wasn't a smooth, hairless twink either. I kept thinking what I wanted more than anything else in the world was an aggressive, older brother type boyfriend who would satisfy my needs to be fucked like the pig I knew I was, and then love and protect me in between fucks. Little did I know what was coming my way. I was performing with a summer arts camp when I met him. About ten years older than me, tall, dark hair, lean, muscular body, killer smile, but great hairy chest and legs. On top of that I could tell from his shorts that he was packing a major piece of meat. We were rehearsing in a church, and I kept thinking to myself I'd get struck down at any moment for the incredibly impure thoughts I kept having about this guy. I'd catch myself staring, and he'd just flash me that smile that made my ass twitch. This went on for about a week, when one afternoon we took a break and I made my way to the basement bathroom to jerk off that load that was churning in my nuts. As I entered the bathroom, I felt someone behind me. I turned to see that HE had followed me in. I tried desperately to act like I hadn't noticed and head to the urinal to try and take a piss, but he stopped me, putting his big hand on my neck and turning me back around towards him. I couldn't believe what was happening, and as if in slow motion, he pulled me towards his face, and quietly said "I know you want this. You've been watching me all week, and now you're gonna get it". Was this what I dreamt of? He then kissed me, roughly, passionately, and with his other hand on my ass pulled me in to feel his enormous hard cock pressing through his shorts. I melted into him. To me it felt like falling in love, but in reality I was surrendering to my desire to be taken, and used. We made out for what seemed like an eternity, and then suddenly he whipped me around, pushing me up against the sink. He pressed into me, breathing into my neck and whispering how he was going to make my ass his, right then and there. He slowly lowered my shorts, enough to work one of his fingers into my aching hole. "Hairy... nice." he said. "I'm gonna love flooding this sweet hole. You ready to get fucked, boy?" I instinctively arched my back into his crotch "Yes, I want you so bad." He pushed me down, and I could hear him spit into his other hand, and then suddenly I felt it. The head of my first dick pressing against my hairy hole. "This is probably gonna hurt a little bit, but just breathe and relax." What I didn't realize was just how thick and long his cock really was. Tapered at the head, but when he started to push into me it seemed like it took forever to finally reach its destination: my guts. Once he had his big, hairy balls pressed up against my ass, he started to pump. "Damn, boy, your ass was made to be fucked. You're wet already and taking this dick like it was meant for you." This made my heart skip a beat. Was this the one? He bucked in pleasure, and I could feel his muscular thighs bump into me as he ground his dick deep inside me. "We're gonna be together all summer, so you better get used to this on a daily basis, cause my nuts will need to be drained, and your ass is soooo fucking good..." I could feel him pushing harder into me, and I was trapped against the sink, steadying myself against the mirror with my hands. And now the real pounding started. Romance over, he let loose on my ass, holding onto my hips with his big hands as he destroyed my hole. Now THIS was what I had been wanting, a real man to just take over and use me for his pleasure. "This ass is too good, boy... I'm gonna cum..." and just like that he planted his dick as far into me as he could and let loose with his nut. I squeezed my ass around his dick, letting him know just how much I loved his gift of seed. In one quick motion he yanked his dick out of my ass and said, "now, clean off the rest." I dropped to my knees and finally got a look at this monster that had been in my ass. 9.5 veiny inches, big bushy pubes and low hanging nuts, now empty of their load. I couldn't help myself. I took as much of it into my mouth as I could and savored the taste of his nut, and my ass. It was rough concentrating for the rest of that rehearsal, and we did fuck like crazy for the next two weeks. But when I realized he was in an open relationship, my heart sank. I was just a hole to him. I retreated into myself, and vowed to never let myself get so close to anyone again. That was when I discovered the gloryholes.

He raised his eyebrows “did you just cum” I felt so stupid nodding, he grinned and put his arm round my back pulling me close to him and whispering in my ear “sweet” before he bit it “so 15 minute game son?” my body felt like jelly as if my bones had disintegrated and I leant against him “what is it?”, he held me close to him as he hailed a taxi, don’t you worry son, you’ll learn soon enough” The cab ride to his house was surreal, he did not care about the driver, and I found out on that ride that rape is not always about cock, it’s possible for a man to rape your mouth with his tongue and have you do things so fast that your mind is twenty steps behind your body. I found myself in his house, we kissed, and then he put out lines of coke on the table telling me to ‘sniff them up like a good puppy’, the coke was hitting me hard, my head muddled and then my t-shirt was off followed by my jeans, socks and boots, he grabbed me holding me against his powerful bulk as he assaulted my mouth with his tongue again as he roughly groped my hard cock and arse thru my cum soaked briefs, he pulled his mouth away from mine leaving me panting for air as he smiled ripping my briefs off me “so here is the game Robbie boy”, naively I looked round me looking for a play station or something (I know dumb) “what game?”, he grabbed my hand and rubbed it up and down what was a serious piece of meat down his trouser leg “its simple boy, you suck me, and if you make me cum within 15 minutes then I won’t beat and rape your arse till it bleeds” I groaned, the coke was fuddling in my head as I slipped onto my knees my face rubbing onto his crotch, he shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose that sent me into a spin, I still remember his words “breathe through your nose boy”, my head was spinning and them my focus came back as I watched him undo his trousers letting them fall to the floor, his cock was big, not enormous like in many stories but larger than mine, thick too, the end glistened with a glob of precum, I looked up at him as he smirked, “you can leave now or suck, 15 minutes starts at first lick”, even in my coked and poppered mind I sensed I should leave but his cock was so beautiful, I leant forward and licked the jap eye on it, he laughed sitting down pulling me with him my mouth on his cock, I looked up at him, my mouth engulfing his cock as he looked at his watch and then laid back sighing “atta boy, ticky tock the mouse ran up the clock”

Hi, I'm Tommy and I just turned 22 and I'm tired of waiting. I just graduated from a local religious college and today moved into my first apartment and finally I'm away from everyone and can stop hiding. I scream out the window, "I'm gay" and fall back into the room laughing. Ever since I was 12 I knew I was queer but had to hide it. I've watched men look at me for years and I knew they wanted to touch me and I wanted them to touch me too. Now I'm 5'10" 165 hard muscles and I want to be a pussyboy. In my fantasy I let them do more than just touch me and I let them do everything they wanted. I've dreamed about being kidnapped since I started college but finally tonight it will happen. Well I won't actually be kidnapped as me and George agreed already. He'll be picking me up in ten minutes and I thought I'd post this now. I will get into his car and he will give me pills to take which will quickly make me fall asleep. Then he will take me to his house and fill me with more drugs as I get used. We met a few months ago for coffee because he wanted to make sure I was serious. We agreed that aside from any permanent damage he could do anything he wanted except scat which turns me off. I agreed he could tattoo and pierce me but only in the ass and genital area. George is just over six feet tall and is 50 years old and has salt and pepper hair all over. He told me his eight and half fat inches will make me scream and I asked if he could record it. He likes leather and told me I would get geared up too. He took two weeks vacation from work and I had a month which would give me two weeks to recover physically but I hope not mentally. I know I was born to be a whore and I owe the world the last few years so I hope to catch up soon. I have to run as he said I better be ready and I don't want to upset him. I asked him to post every few days for me so watch for the posts. I hope the neighbors see me waiting because George told me to wear a jockstrap and short gym shorts and nothing else.

Hello all. This is my first story I have written. It came to me in a dream (probably after ready this forum before sleeping) and I knew I had to write it down and share it. Since it drives me absolutely insane when the other writers here don't do it, I will promise to write one installment every night for your guys until it is done. I know how this story ends, but I am writing it as I go. I'll be as surprised as you if the characters end up doing something unexpected. I wanted this to be the deep breath before the plunge, so bear with me. We will get to the action quickly. Also, in case I wasn't clear when I said this was a dream, this is complete and utter fiction for your entertainment and enjoyment. If you have feedback or suggestions on how I can improve, please let me know here or through e-mail. If you want something to happen, email me and I will try and incorporate it into the story if possible (or use it for the next one.) Part I I waited patiently on my couch with my eyes closed and focused on my breathing. With my hands resting on my knees, I waited. I was only wearing an old pair of worn jeans that has slowly shrunk over the years. My bare chest rose and fell slowly as I breathed in and out. The temperature was the delicious cool after the sun set on a hot day. I had built up some sweat doing my Friday evening exercise, and could still smell it coming from my armpits and crotch. I had just finished cleaning up the house, and preparing everything for my guest. He would arrive here at the nice part of town, pull up to my house, come inside, and see another well off house with matching furniture and wooden floors. He would see the organized kitchen, fridge full of food and (unknown to him drugged) beer, and the living room with the large TV and couch. Nothing would arouse his suspicions. Everything was in place, there was the only one missing piece. I smiled to myself as I sat there like a spider in the center of his web. I wondered if spiders enjoyed the false calm they projected as much as I did. Hunters with their deadly snares in place, hidden in plain sight. They waited motionless in their elaborate trap, confident that their prey would willing come right to them. The thrill of the hunt battled with the predator's steel resolve, and I felt my cock pushing against the denim of my jeans as my blood pulsed in tune to my increasing heartbeat. I could feel the head of my cock forcing it's way down the leg of my pants, leaving a trail of precum as the foreskin pulled back further and further. I always was a heavy leaker, but while it made for some very embarrassing moments in puberty, I love having my hard cock covered in natural, tasty lube. There was nothing more arousing than seeing my bare, wet, hard dick buried deep inside a man's ass or mouth, watching it ooze into them drop by drop . I knew that inside that crystal clear liquid was my sweet venom opening the path for the rest. They were always hungry for more, in the end. I had to take a deep breath and stop myself from grabbing my dick through the jeans and squeezing it hard. It was enough trouble getting into these jeans even without underwear. The thought of having my cock soaked and at full mast like a caged animal when he arrived caused another pulse of blood and precum to rush down my shaft. But no, I had to stay in control. I didn't want him to see another hunter. I wanted him to walk through my front door and believe that tonight was for him and his pleasure alone. The best prey were the ones who thought that they were the true hunters, the apex predator, masters of all. With their perfect bodies and looks, every urge they had was satisfied by some worshiper who obeyed like a trained dog when given orders. Built by endless hours in the gym, they could pick any man they wanted out of the crowd and have their way with him. Nothing that entered their limited imaginations was denied them. Their lifetime of dominance was what made them always fall into my reach. They lacked the wariness of smarter creatures who knew that there was more than one type of hunter. They would roam and rely on their will and brute strength to dominate, instead of waiting and using cunning, patience, and preparation. I heard a motorcycle pull into my driveway and took a final moment to get back under control. I got down on my knees and put my hands behind my back. I knew what he wanted to see as soon as he walked in the front door. I kept a small smirk on my face as my chest rose and fell slowly with each breath. He would want to see some rebelliousness, so he could enjoy breaking me in that much more. This would be a weekend he would never forget, but not for the reasons he expected.

hey guys. Had been checking bbrt and seeing who was about all day yesterday getting horned up and gagging, looking at all the cock and breeding pics on Twitter. Decided I'd pop down to a local London bar with a big darkroom - Vault on Whitfield St for you fellow Londoners. It was chucking it down with rain when I left to go there so wasn't sure if there would be many guys there, but an ad on bbrt saying I was would take any load had been up for about an hour. The rest is a bit of a blur. I stripped off, put my clothes in the cloakroom, got a beer, wandered round the dark rooms winding corridors for a bit then just decided to bend over on a oil canister in the middle of the room. Straight away there was a cock in me. A group slowly gathered round encouraging the guy - about 50, Italian I think, with what turned out to be a big, thick monster. He dumped in me virtually straight away but carried on fucking me. We went to one of the cabins and he put me on the bed. There were some noises of pleasure but I wasn't sure if he'd cum again or not. Still he carries on. Guys are leaning over the top of the door watching as he wanks and sticks it in deep to dump. I hadn't realised but turns out I took 4 loads off him and he still wanted to give me more. I go back into the main room, to let the Italian catch his breath promising him he can have my ass again later. I get on my knees with my ass facing out, a few guys have a look but move on, then a cock goes in me and I hear the slurp of all the jizz fart out of the guys cock. He says you fucking whore and his mate sucks my ass loads off his cock, they take turns and both dump. the crowd that's gathered round starts taking turns and I just keep getting load after load dumped in me. Then I manage to get into one of the gloryhole cubicles, these are always very popular and you have to queue up. A nice thick cock comes thru which I suck until it's hard then turn round and get it keep up me. I can hear the guy making tell tales noises from the other cubicle and sure enough I've got more fresh bollock juice in me. There's some fucking going on in the corridor outside the gloryhole so I join in and getting another 2 very quickly. I go into one of the cabins agin with a black guy who was in the corridor and he sucks seed out my cunt and kisses me while his long thin dick goes in. He's a gentle fuck, not really what I'm after, but I get the load. He then tries to fist his load deeper up me. That would normally be fine but he has gloves on and with only spunk for lube that ain't gonna work. The main dark room is quite full now and there's another bottom getting his ass passed around. Cute guy too, he had fucked me briefly earlier. I'm on my knees with my ass in the air again and random guys are sticking their cock in me, I can hear and feel the jizz running out my cumhole and guys are gathered round talking about the amount of cum in me and what a whore I am. I definitely get another 2 or 3 loads. I need a cigarette so decide it's time to leave. Work night and all. I don't know how many loads I took but it was well over 10, prob around 15. This is the sluttiest I've ever been and it was suck a hot time. Can't stop thinking about all that seed in me. On the bus home I could smell myself, sweat and spunk and asshole. Walking home from the bus stop I couldn't stop myself farting and it was like a waterfall coming out of me. It was all over my arse, trousers and gushing down my legs. I stuck my fingers up once I got home and loads more comes out, sticky sweet mess that I lick up off my hand. I pout a glass of wine and relax on the sofa thinking that would be it, but at least another 4 loads worth shoot out before I go to bed - I'm beginning to think it was more like 20 loads! My max load count before last night was 8 - about 3 months ago in the same club. Feel like suck a slut today

"Please I need you in me, go ahead and wreck, ruin, break me. I don't care I need to be fucked." Tommy repeated it a few times and got louder each time and finally he broke and started crying. Oscar told Tommy to get ready to be fucked and destroyed and George brought the poppers to Tommy and after five good hits Oscar started to enter the boy. Tommy knew this was going to hurt bad and maybe for days but he needed that cock inside him. The poppers helped and made him want it all in him fast and he started to beg for it as he cried. "You want me to shove it all in and rip you open, boy?" "Yes give me all of your cock. Hurt me, I don't care just fuck me and ...." Oscar slammed into Tommy and the boy screamed and George told Bobby to make out with Tommy to try to quiet him. After trying several times but not able to quiet Tommy we had Bobby cover his mouth. Tommy stopped screaming but kept crying and Oscar told Bobby to move because he wanted to hear Tommy. Oscar taunted the boy as he fucked him as fast and as hard as he could. He told Tommy he asked for it and begged for it and was going to get it. Oscar had paid five hundred dollars and he was going to get his money's worth out of this boy. Normally a boy was out of commission for a week after one of his brutal fucks but Oscar loved knowing that there wasn't anyway this boy was getting a break and knew they'd slam him with a .5 once Oscar finished wrecking Tommy's boyhole. Tommy's crying turned Oscar on and he knew he wouldn't last much longer and he told Tommy to beg for his load and it would all be over. Through the pain Tommy heard and begged to be bred. Oscar started breathing harder and then pushed all the way into Tommy and held still as he shot into the boy. Oscar collapsed and stayed on top of Tommy until he felt his cock start to go down and he had Bobby bring him a big butt plug which he pushed into the bloody hole as he withdrew.

Part V As his groans got slowly louder, I continued to pull on his 10 inch shaft from the root down to his glans. I would gently drag the loose skin with my hand on the upstroke before clenching hard on the steel shaft on the downstroke. Each time my hand reached his bloated mushroom, a fresh pulse of precum was squeezed out by the pressure. Slowly the rest of his body was starting to move, only to be quickly constrained by his bindings. His head began to roll, and more groans of pain and pleasure finally started to pierce the murky cloud surrounding his brain. As I slid my hand up and down, I kept his cock pulled back and pointed straight at the floor. The first thing he would see when he opened his eyes would be his throbbing, bare dick oozing a strand of clear sap down to the floor, and my hands pulling and plying the things he cared about most. Even as he struggled to finally open his eyes, the feelings of bliss emanating from his shaft had combined with his instincts and muscle memory of a lifetime of fucking, causing him to try and buck his hips down into my steady hand. I could tell exactly when he finally regained consciousness, as the thrusting stopped and he just stared at the confusing sight in front of him. I kept steadily stroking, and waited for the realization of his circumstances to finally sink in. As that knowledge sank deeper and deeper through his confused state, his fear started building like an avalanche. His system was blasted with a surge of adrenaline, and suddenly he began thrashing against his bindings like the helpless prey that he was. I laughed as he whined in terror and finally started to realize the totality of his situation for the first time all evening, far too late. A cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body and I could imagine smelling the stink of pure fear as more and more adrenaline poured into his system, causing his bound muscles to tremble. He finally stopped flailing in the chains, and I stopped pumping his cock to watch with awe as every muscle in his body seemed to contract at once. He heaved against his bindings, unable to breathe as tremors ran down his arms and legs from the exertion. I half wished the chains would snap after witnessing such a desperate display of harnessed power. But the hunter knew that his web would hold, as it always did. I decided that to distract his fear before he permanently damaged himself. Letting go of his dick, I pulled his huge balls away from his body and tight in his sack, and then slapped them hard with my free hand. A shock wave tore through his body as pain overrode fear inside his panicking brain. His desperate strength left as quickly as it came, and he futilely tried to curl into a ball only to again have his limbs snap against their bindings. As he lay loose in the air, I returned to stroking his cock, kept firm despite the fear and pain by the Viagra that would keep his unwilling tool stiff through everything to come. I only needed two inputs to begin breaking him in, pain and pleasure. I never believed in whipping my prey to cause them pain. I would never ruin all the pleasure to come of feeling their perfect skin as it strained to contain their toned muscles. No, the ultimate tools for both were already bare and exposed in the palms of my hands, and I used one to punish and the other to reward his actions. The quicker he learned, the less pain he would feel, and the faster it would become pleasure. I did not bother to remove his ball gag since there was nothing he was capable of saying that I hadn’t heard before with begs and pleas. I knew he had never shown mercy to any of his conquests, concerned only with his own gratification no matter how much pain he caused. As the pain that had lanced through his gut finally started to ease, I could tell that his blind panic had subsided as he stopped attempting to frantically break himself free. I could see him realizing his predicament with confusion. Sensations of pleasure started to seep through that confusion as I continued to methodically milk his still oozing cock. Never changing my speed or motion, I saw his throbbing cock start to take control as it slowly inundated his brain with wave after wave of satisfaction. Each passing minute caused more and more involuntary impulses, and soon he was curling his toes and using all of his will not to once more buck his hips into my relentless hand. He began to sweat from all heat and hormones released in his exertions and the primal parts of his brain mistakenly prepared for sex. I steadily continued on and on with no regard for his deteriorating situation. I waited patiently until I finally got the signals I was waiting for. A groan quietly escaped from around his gag, and I saw him close his eyelids and he tried to fight back the waves of pleasure pushing deeper into his system. I stood up from my chair and released his nuts from one hand while keeping a tight grip on his rod. My arm was pulled up and back from standing, and his shaved cock could only follow. Soon it was pointed directly behind him and I could see the muscles connected to his shaft pulled taunt in protest but lacking the strength to escape my vice. I continued to incessantly slide my hand back and forth, but now would alternate every other stroke by dancing my fingers across his exposed glans. I gathered all the precum that kept collecting in his well and began to slick the rest of his shaft by corkscrewing my hand as it moved back and forth. Once it was glistening in the light and still involuntarily flexing from my service, I knew it was time to break the next wall. I reached out with my free hand and laid it deep on the bottom of his back. He froze, suddenly yanked out of the sensations his pleading tool had been feeding him. I smiled as I began sliding my hand across the soft, warm, hairless skin and then up his spine toward his neck. I felt a sense of pure satisfaction that came from caressing and connecting with each curve of perfect flesh, like a boy touching a forbidden masterpiece in a museum. Each muscle underneath his skin seemed to clench and ripple with a mix of anticipation and revulsion as my hand pressed gently against it on its journey upward. I felt the hot sweat which had channeled down from his huge shoulder blades as my exploration continued. Finally, I reached his neck, and slowly slid my hand up into his damp hair. Moving up to his crown, I curled my fingers deep into his tussled hair and then steadily pulled his head back. Immediately, his massive neck muscles tensed as he resisted my tug and pulled his head down with a garbled shout. Holding firm on his hair, I released his cock with my other hand and it rapidly swung forward to slap loudly into his abs. Pulling back my hand, I slapped his balls again, and another surge of agony radiated across his suspended and bound body. Blinded by pain, I yanked his head back until his back was fully arched up, exposing his quivering washboard abs and pecs. Holding him up, I reached around him and latched onto his nipple. I slowly tugged and twisted it back and forth, until moving on to grope his shoulders and biceps. Learning quickly to avoid the agonizing pain I could inflict, he again went limp as I pulled and plied his sweat-covered body. After returning one hand to again knead his monster cock while continuing to desensitize him to my roaming fingers, I soon had him dripping more precum like a leaky faucet. Helpless to stop my manipulations across all his sensitive parts, I edged him closer and closer to cumming. Sensing that he was right on the edge from the relentless up and down all over his pounding staff slick with his juices, I quickly encircled his massive sack and eased his balls away from his body before they could deliver their payload. His cum was separated by a ring of clenched fingers from reaching his quivering shaft. I remorselessly continued to grind back and forth, listening to his panting moans as he begged and flailed for release. Minutes of sweet torture passed, and soon he was delirious with need. His entire pelvis was involuntarily rutting in a desperate attempt to create any sensation that would release the pent up load, and his eyes had rolled back as pure lust blanketed his brain. Seeing this bound, sweat-covered demigod twisting, shaking, and moaning in absolute sexual frustration finally broke the dam of control inside of me. I released his glazed and raw cock to watch it desperately flex over and over as it sought anything to help it blast out its load. Keeping his balls clenched behind my iron grip, I watched as slowly his body descended from the precipice. Exhausted muscles finally surrendered and he collapsed limp against his manacles. As his chest heaved for oxygen, and a shower of sweat continued to fall from his body. After another minute, I finally relaxed my hand around his quivering balls, and smiled with satisfaction as he didn’t cum. I walked around my helpless stud, and came to a stop near his hanging head. Looking down at his beautiful panting body, I knew my wait was finally over. I had completely broken down his body, and now I was going to brutally fuck his mind.

Part IV As I walked down the stairs to my basement with a case of clean beer, I contemplated how easily he had fallen into my reach. If he had bothered to do a more thorough search of my house, he might have found out sooner that he was walking into a trap. But thankfully for me, men like him could never imagine himself as the prey. His long history of dominating other men had eroded everything but the slightest sense of caution. It was the same with all other apex men like him. I enjoyed the irony of making their greatest strengths into their biggest weaknesses. Since they hunted alone, they were easily isolated and then subdued. And now I was going to use his perfect body against him and slowly devour him. I finished descending the stairs and stopped to admire the sight in front of me. Hang down from the ceiling were two chains that were linked to the bottom of the floor, forming an X at chest level. Connected between the lower parts of the chains was a solid rounded bar level with my waist. I had draped my blond stud across the bar with it pressed into his bent midsection as his limp arms reached for his toes. I had then taken each of his arms and bound his wrists above and behind him to connect to the upper links of the chains. Also binding his ankles, I curled each of his legs back and attached them to the upper chains as well. The end result was breathtaking, as his back formed a canyon of thick muscles covered with perfect, hairless skin. His chest was jutting out below him with his large nipples still red and inflamed from my earlier abuse. His calf muscles pressed tight against his hamstrings and bulged out to the sides having nowhere else to go. Behind the bar his round balls hung vulnerable between his open legs. His huge dick was still completely stiff from the Viagra and the foreskin had stretched back completely, exposing his raw red glans. It pointed straight under the bar parallel to his abs and down to his hanging head. Even as I drank in the sight of his twisted limbs and contorted muscles, my gaze kept being pulled back towards his magnificent ass above it all. His huge glutes were compressed by his raised legs behind him, and formed perfect bubbles of muscle that remained pliant and malleable as he was passed out. His legs had been slightly pulled apart so that his butt cheeks formed a widening valley from his lower back to his perineum. Deep between his globes I could see his bare sphincter gently closed and motionless. Inside his mouth there was a ball gag, and a strand of spit was dangling down and forming a puddle on the floor. After getting him locked in position, I had taken the liberty of removing all of his pubic hair. I had also pried apart his cheeks and denuded the hair in the valley around his untouched asshole. I loved the sight of his pale cock stripped as bare as he was, exposed and waiting to be used. I didn’t think it was possible, but it looked even bigger without his thick blond bush sprouting around the base. His ballsack was next, as I gently pulled and kneaded his nuts to get the skin taunt enough to scrape. Even with his mind knocked out, his cock seemed wide awake, and started to flex as the loose skin was pulled further down his shaft. A drop of precum formed at his slit, but I refrained from indulging its cry for attention. I finished with his ballsack and cleaned his taint, and continued all the way up to his glutes. As I pulled his cheeks apart, I gently dragged the blade around his hole. As I went back and forth to make sure that every hair was removed, his sphincter felt the cold air and started to involuntarily clench and release. The blade paused as I looked at his innocent virgin hole, and imagined all the things that were going to happen to it tonight. I felt my own cock twitch in my pants as it screamed out exactly what it wanted to do and a burning desire spread all the way up to my gut. I had to lean back and take a deep breath before I could continue to work steadily at my task. The time was fast approaching with my needs and urges would be fully satisfied, but now was not that time. I finished another step in removing one more piece of his alpha masculinity and took the blade back upstairs to grab some refreshments. I grabbed a chair and put it down behind him. Sitting down, I took out a beer from pack and leaned back to enjoy the view as I took a sip. I knew I could do whatever I wanted to him even if he wasn’t out cold, but it wasn’t just his perfect body I wanted to destroy. First I wanted to slowly and methodically break his will. I wanted him to experience every stage of his downfall, and fully feel the pain, pleasure, and fear I would use to do it. I waited patiently for the drugs and alcohol in his system to wear off. I drank slowly so I could enjoy a slight buzz without being impaired for rest of the evening. I smirked as I sat there drinking his beer, staring at the results of where his lack of control had gotten him. That and his throbbing pole of meat which was the real cause of his predicament with its single-minded lust to be satisfied. As I got close to finishing my first beer, I head a small groan coming out of him. All the blood that had collected in his upper body from gravity would definitely not be helping him make a comfortable journey back to awareness, but I knew that soon he would be ready to begin. I put down my unfinished beer and leaned forward in my chair. With one hand I reached out and circled it around his bare, exposed sack. I gently pulled his balls away from his body and began kneading them in the palm of my hand as he gave out a louder groan. With my other hand I reached between his legs and wrapped it around his shaft. The waves of heat from the blood in his cock caused me to squeeze hard as I felt the veins pulse across my palm. I gently pulled his 10 inch cock back and down between his legs until it was pointing straight at the ground. As he started to come around, I began slowly sliding my hand up and down his manhandled dick. The drops of precum fell from his slit to the ground below faster, released by my manipulations and pulled by gravity. Soon there was a string of slime stretching out from his mushroom head as his cock became fully awake. We were finally ready to start.

(This is a long one. Once I started writing it I couldn't stop. You'll understand why.) Part III I put the case of beers down on the couch next to him and got back down on my knees between his legs with my hands clasped behind my back. Once I was back where I belonged he reached over and took the first beer out of the pack. Using his bare hands, he flexed his huge arms for a second and the cap popped off the bottle instantly with a hiss of escaping air. He kept his eyes on my as he took the bottle to his lips and took his first swig. He washed it around his mouth as he enjoyed the first refreshing taste of his favorite drink, then finally swallowed in one gulp. “Mmm. Just how I like it.” He brought the beer up for another mouthful and quickly gulped it down. I watched his adam’s apple bob up as he drank it and let me eyes dart down from his neck to his crotch before quickly returning back to his face. He smiled again and gave a small laugh. “Looks like you can’t wait to get started, bitch.” He reached up with his free hand and wrapped it around the back of my head. I could feel the strength in his arm as he slowly pushed my willing head down into his crotch and began grinding himself against my face. “You’re lucky I am ready to get serviced. It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like making you wait for this as long as a dog like you deserves.” I took in his smell with deep breathes as I felt the heat of his hand pushing me in harder mixing with the heat coming from his rapidly hardening cock inside his jeans. I heard him take another deep draft from the bottle as he groaned with the pleasure of a satisfied man. Inside his jeans I felt the monster stirring with life as my mouth and nose were dragged back and forth over his covered cock. I could almost hear the fabric stretching and creaking like an iceberg as the heat continued to spread into his massive tool. I knew that soon the monster would be awake, and that it would begin to start making his decisions for him. He downed the rest of his beer and tossed the empty bottle on the couch next to his helmet. Moving his hand from the back of my head, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up to look me in the face. I was breathing heavily and felt another leak of precum come out in my pants. My own cock was getting uncomfortably hard inside the tight jeans, but I knew there was nothing I could do to adjust it without getting punished by him. He smiled as he saw how worked up I was becoming without being able to relieve myself. He liked seeing me in discomfort, unable to help myself as I became dedicated to servicing his needs over mine. “Looks like things are getting tight down there. We can’t have that, can we? Take off my jeans, boy. Now.” I moved my hands quickly up and unhooked the first button. As I worked, he reached over to grab another beer and repeated his display of power by easily popping off the second bottle cap. His upper body was a ripple of muscles under his tight shirt as he brought the beer to his mouth and took another drink, watching me all the while. I had a hard time focusing on his pants with that kind of display going on above me, and I knew he liked the overpowering feelings he was producing in me. Everything was going exactly as he expected. I finished with the buttons and grabbed his jeans on the sides with both hands. He slowly lifted his ass off the couch, and again I paused as I saw the muscles in his stomach clench into a display of perfection. I knew this was a man who could fuck someone’s brains out from any position he pleased for as long as he wanted. He reached over with his free hand and slapped me not so gently on the side of my head. “Hurry up, bitch!” I quickly pulled the jeans past his ass cheeks of solid muscle and down to his large quads. He settled back down on the edge of the couch and I began the difficult process of working his jeans slowly down the rest of his legs. He was wearing black boxer briefs that were working overtime to keep the massive bulge of his cock pressed against his body. I could tell that even just barely hard, they were already losing the battle. He must have had a six inch log of a dick even when he was fully soft, and things were already well past that point. I watched the mound throb as more and more blood began collected in his snake with each passing heartbeat as the restriction of his jeans had finally been removed. As I tried to move his jeans further down his legs, it seems to hit a snag every time I came across another knot of muscles. He has a perfect covering of light blond hair that went all the way down his legs, and it turned golden at times. It took me a long time to finally get those jeans down before he finally lifted his feet and let me slip them off completely. My gaze travelled up his muscular legs back to his crotch where his dick had begun to tent against the tight briefs. Again he reached out with his massive hand and forced my head back down into his thinly veiled crotch. “Put your hands back behind you and get my cock hard and wet.” The heavenly smell was almost overpowering now as my nose was mashed back up against his cock, and I used my tongue to bathe the massive ridge that was forming inside his briefs. The stink was even stronger down near his balls, which looked huge even between his massive legs. I licked up and down the fabric surrounding his shaft, drooling with desire as I tried to lick and taste as much of him as I could. He let me work myself back and forth and coax his huge cock to full mast while he slowly finished his second beer. As he tossed aside his second beer, I wasn’t sure if the viagra was starting to kick in or if he was able to get his massive dick hard so fast without it, but it worked for me regardless. I knew his huge cock would remain rock hard all night, and that he had that much less blood in his system to use for his brain. He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my head up a second time to stare me in the face. I was sweating and panting from the heat of being pushed down into his crotch, surrounded by muscles and skin radiating heat. There was drool covering face all the way from my nose to the bottom of my chin, and he saw exactly what he wanted to see in my dilated eyes as I panted heavily. He knew he was in total control, and that I would do whatever he wanted immediately. Keeping hold of my head, he said, “Take off the briefs and get to work you filthy cock hound.” I reached up and dug my hands into the tight waistband of his briefs and began trying to peel back his snug briefs. They were so tight I ending up having to pull them straight down since there was no way they would stretch enough to release his massive cock without hooking on it. As I pulled them down more and more, his cock began to bend down with it like someone was pulling on the branch of a tree. His blond bush came into view, along with a blast of heat and scent as the prison door for his cock was finally being opened. I had to pause and take a long drag as I was overwhelmed by that blast of pure testosterone and sex. Still holding my head in place with one hand, he reached over with his other hand and slapped me out of my bliss. “You aren’t done yet, slut. I’m not going to tell you again.” I started pulling again and the stem of his dick was revealed sprouting out of his bush as the rest of his dick was being dragged down with the briefs. More and more of his perfect dick became visible as the briefs went lower and lower. It felt like it was taking forever to free this python from its cage as it went on and on. Finally, the pressure built up to the breaking point, and his cock snapped past his descending waistband to swing over like a falling tree and slap against his lower stomach. He kept a firm grip on my hair as I involuntarily drifted towards his freed monster. I had to stretch my arms and back to get the briefs down off his legs while he kept my head locked in place. Finally naked from the waist down, he kept holding me above his cock with both hands and began to flex it like was doing pushups. As he did this, I saw beads of precum building up on the tip of his slit, and his foreskin pulled back further and further. The huge head on top of his 10 inch dick was emerging like some kind of sped up timelapse of a growing mushroom, as more and more precum continued to collect and then drip down onto his white shirt. “Now you’re going to take all of that, bitch, and you are going to choke on it until you pass out or I finish using you.” He released my head and I quickly leaned forward and began licking the nectar from his cockhead. I engulfed his cock and then pulled it straight up so I could get it deeper in my mouth. It was straight as an arrow, and it throbbed with heat as it invaded my mouth. I could feel the softness of his skin like it was silk, and underneath that silk I felt the steel of his stem that forced its way closer and closer to the back of my mouth. As I dove down and feasted on his dick, he reached over for his third beer and again moved to pop the cap. He paused as he focused on the bottle, and had to take an extra second to move his fingers into the right position. Then, with another surge of muscles the cap flew off and joined the others. I slowly kept working my mouth deeper and deeper down his cock, trying to get my mouth accommodated to his huge girth and length. I doubt it would have been easy even if I could unhinge my jaw he was so big. My drool started to coat his sword all the way past his balls, but no matter how hard I tried his blond bush seemed unreachable. Between swigs he would reach down up with both hands and force me on his cock. He would get it right to top of my throat and I would gag as my body tried to futilely rear away, only to have my head remain locked between his powerful hands. I somehow managed to keep my hands behind my back as he did this again and again, stopping only to get another mouthful of beer. I was slowly working my way further and further down his shaft, but this monster seemed unending. As he finished his third beer, he dropped it next to the others and then again grabbed my head. Forcing my head up slightly to make me look at his eyes, my mouth still wrapped around his oozing dickhead, he said “Time to take it all bitch. I don’t care if you are ready or not.” I was already out of breath, but we both knew that nothing was going to stop him getting what he wanted now that he had made up his mind. Grabbing my ears he forced me down as far as I had been able to work and then began to push down with his hands while simultaneously lifting his waist. I could feel his dick forcing its way past all resistance like a juggernaut as he pushed his slime covered cock deeper and deeper into my throat. My nose finally sunk deep into his bush, but his dick was lodged so far down my throat I was unable to breathe. He groaned as he bottomed out his gigantic rod in its new hot and wet home, and then began flexing it inside my esophagus. “Mmm, that feels great, fuckhole. You better get used to this because I’m going to spend a lot of time parked right here this weekend.” As he held me there longer and longer, I began to feel a burning sensation building up in my lungs. Instinct caused me to start trying to pull off of his baseball bat of a cock to free up my airway for more oxygen, but I saw the muscles in his arms and chest flex and hold my head like it was in a vice. From the fixed point of my head, the rest of my body started to spasm, and my hands finally came forward and tried to grab on to the top of his giant legs. I tried to push off his body by using his legs as leverage, but underneath my hands they clumped like braided steel wire and he lunged his hips forward even more, grinding my nose flat into his brush and probing the back of my throat even deeper. He tossed his head back and groaned as I was forced to look up at this demigod of tensed muscles as his cock choked the life and resistance out of me, second by agonizing second. My legs and arms started to shake as he looked back down at me, breathing hard and swift with exhilaration as he used his body to dominate me. He felt the pure power of being able to take me to the brink, and that we both knew that there was nothing that I could do to stop him. More precum pumped down my throat as he broke down the final walls of any resistance that I had left. As my twitching got more and more feeble and my body was forced to become a tool for his whims he looked back down at me and stared into my bulging eyes and said, “I own you, slut. Never forget that I will use you for whatever gets me off, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” I stopped fighting and went limp, and he basked in my total surrender. Finally, he let go of my head and I fell like a ragdoll to the ground, gasping for air with a horrible sound. I hacked and coughed between breathes, trying to clear my throat of all the slime he had pushed in there with his cock. He laughed as I lay at his feet, and then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to peel it off of his chest and over his head. Even as I lay there, I was forced to watch as he lifted his arms above his head as he finished removing his shirt. Finally revealed in his full glory, I began getting enough air inside my lungs as I looked upon this blond statue of sculpted muscle and golden skin. With his 10 inch dick jutting out straight, hard, and covered in my spit, he completed his final step of showing me how he was my better than me in all things, and that I was privileged to be used by him and his magnificent dick. As I finished coughing, my throat raw and my lungs finally heaving less for air, he swayed slightly then leaned back on the couch and grabbed his fourth beer. He attempted to open the bottle, but his hands had trouble getting a good grip on the cap. Slightly frustrated, he had to carefully place his hands and felt like it took more strength than usual to finally force the cap of the beer loose. Figuring that it was the alcohol, he took a deep draft and downed half the bottle before pulling it away from his lips. Everything was going his way this evening, and the cock slave had finally been broken in. Now was the time to get drunk and enjoy using his slave long and hard all night. Looking down at me with reddening eyes, he said “Get back to work on my dick, cocksucker. You’re going to swallow everything I give you.” I crawled back between the pillars of his legs and used my arms to steady myself on them. I took hold of his glistening cock and pulled it away from his stomach to get it back inside my aching mouth. He closed his eyes as I began to lick and bob up and down his shaft, using one hand to pump the root and the other to pull and twist on his heavy and loaded balls. He began slowly thrusting his hips up and down as finished off his fourth beer in another quick gulp and settled back to be serviced. I kept using my tongue to probe his slit and fish out his sweet precum as it continued to flow like a slow lava fountain. I alternated between bobbing up and down and then flicking his sensitive frenulum and cap. My hands began roaming up his abdomen and sliding along his washboard abs as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He groaned and continued to thrust his lower body higher and higher as I slowly took him closer and closer to heaven. I knew his body was slowly absorbing my special ingredients, and that his body was also releasing natural hormones that combined to make him more and more drowsy. After a couple minutes of steadily working him closer and closer to orgasm, I kept careful watch on him to make sure I tracked his body’s responses to my stimulation. I didn’t want him to cum yet, but he was almost exactly where I wanted him to be. As I brought him down from another slow buildup, he opened his eyes and reached for his fifth beer. Seeing how much difficulty he was having focusing on getting the bottle, I reached over and took the sixth bottle and removed the cap before putting it in his hand. He put down the unopened bottle and smiled. “Glad to see you are learning so fast. Keep it up and I’ll treat you to a reward.” I smiled on the inside as the bottle connected with his lips and he began to drink. My hands moved back to his chest and then latched onto his nipples, which caused a moan to come out around the bottle as he arched his chest forward. His body was almost completely relaxed as he lowered the bottle and rested his head back with his eyes closed. I could feel his body starting to respond to all the pinching and twisting that I was placing on all of his sensitive points as I exploited his body, and I continued to slowly suck and drink his leaking sap. After slowly finishing his fifth beer and dropping his hand to the couch, the bottle slipped out of his hand. I reached up and fondled his powerful biceps. He kept his eyes closed and had stopped thrusting his hips as the different drugs slowly built up more and more in his system. His cock remained rock hard as the Viagra and my mouth and tongue kept probing his mushroom head and urethra between my deep up and down strokes. As I edged him closer and closer, he began moaning as the sensations hitting his foggy brain overpowered any thoughts besides cumming. The strength in his body was fading fast, and I kept sucking all of his strength slowly and steadily out of his throbbing shaft as it pulsed slowly to his heartbeat. He began rolling his head as I manipulated his body to keep him flooded with pleasure, and slowly I began to work faster on his cock and twisted his nipples harder. His arms had fallen to rest on the couch, and he didn’t even try to open his eyes anymore. I took him near to the brink and then held him there while fresh precum pushed out with every throb as he moaned. I wanted to enjoy the taste of him while I could. I drank his clear sap from his slit like it was a fine wine, because I knew that this would be the last time that anyone ever tasted his pure seed again. As I swallowed more and more of his delicious precum, I felt my own sap leaking in a steady flow. I could feel my hard cock pushing down the leg of my jeans like a pipe that had sprung a leak, and the river had flowed all the way down my leg to my knee. I knew I had to finish this soon or else I would lose control, and the prey was so close to being subdued. I moved my arms to put his thighs between under my armpits, and I moved my hands up to his biceps. I stopped teasing his mushroom and dove down on his slick shaft hard, moving with increasing speed. His body, covered in sweat from being pulled, fondled, and edged, began to slowly squirm as the inevitable climax approached. I moved my hands down his arms, over the wet skin and damp hair, all the way to his wrists. I grabbed both wrists and clamped them down to the couch, holding them firm. He tried with feeble strength to move his arms and legs, but they lacked the strength to break from my iron grip. As his balls pulled up, he arched his back up and began panting with ecstasy. He was offering his cock to me like a sacrifice, a slave to his overloaded senses, and I consumed his offering. I could feel his cock begin to twitch as his cum flooded up his urethra. He thrashed on the couch like a manacled prisoner as surge after surge of his sweet, clean nectar was devoured by my mouth. I kept siphoning each thick blast, constantly working his cock as I demanded more and more. Even as he finally fell back twitching to the couch, I continued to assault his defenseless cock with my tongue and lips, drawing weaker and weaker spurts of cum. I swallowed his delicious seed, and nursed his sensitive mushroom to get as much of his juice as possible. A high pitch moan escaped from his gaping mouth as I mercilessly worked him while he tried to squirm away until the last drop of cum had been extracted from his slick staff. Finally satisfied, I lifted my head from his cock and it slapped against his stomach in defeat. Freed from the painful pleasure on his overworked cock, he went limp on the couch and took a deep shuddering breath. The drugs and alcohol combined with the massive surge of hormones released with his orgasm to push him past the point of half-awake pleasure and deep into unconsciousness. I got up slowly and took the keys to his motorcycle out of his discarded pants. I put on his shirt and drank up the smell of his musk on it. As I unlocked and opened the front door to move his motorcycle off the street and into the garage, I paused and turned around to look at back at my prey. He lay naked and limp on the couch, his head lolling to the side with a small stream of spit dripping out of his open mouth. He was covered in a pure sheen of sweat from head to toe, and his glazed cock was still laying rock hard across his stomach in surrender, lifting futilely with each beat of his heart. His blond hair was dark and wet with perspiration. His arms and legs were splayed out and motionless, completely defenseless. Even passed out, his muscles stood out with beautiful definition. I smiled as I remembered when he first came into my trap. He could never have imagined how far he would fall, and he couldn’t even comprehend how much lower I was going to take him. I closed the door behind me with a loud thud, and back in the living room he didn’t even twitch.

Part II I heard footsteps coming up towards the front door. Even though he had never been here before, the door opened without even a knock and he came to a stop just inside the house. He looked down across the room at me and watched without saying a word, simply holding eye contact. The front door was wide open behind him, and I knew he would remain there as long as it took for me to break eye contact. He was good, using the anxiety of someone happening to walk by and see this compromising scene to establish his dominance by making me look away first. I indulged him, and my eyes darted to the door before looking back at him, and he broke into a smile as he enjoyed his first step in taking control. He was definitely taller than me at 6 foot 3 inches and was built like a statue. His beautiful dark blond hair that was cut high and tight but looked like it had a few weeks growth to give it some body. The hair on top of him was slightly tousled from wearing his helmet, but it still looked like he was about to walk out of a damned Calvin Klein poster. I knew that it would be just long enough for me to grab on to, but I stored that away for later. He had light blue eyes that naturally drew your gaze, and he was clean shaven. When I saw his perfect smile I felt my abs involuntarily contract with desire which caused my dick to flex and another surge of precum to flow out of my slit. Luckily because of the tight fit of the old jeans and of my current position on my knees, I was able to stop more blood from draining into my cock. This handsome fucker was causing my body to betray me with a dozen different signals, and I knew that he was picking up on all of them as he just stood there. He slowly looked me up and down, and I knew I was being reviewed like a cut of meat at the supermarket. I take good care of myself, and at an even 6 feet I cut a decent figure myself. I had a runner’s build, but I also spent time building up my upper body. I liked having a lean balance to my frame, but we both knew it would do nothing to stop him from doing whatever he wished with me. His eyes finally travelled down and saw the wet patch next to my crotch that had slowly soaked through, and he gave a deep chuckle. “That’s what I like to see, a bitch in heat and on its knees.” As he finally turned around to close the door, I was able to drink in the rest of him. He had his helmet in one hand, but was wearing a tight white cotton shirt that was fitting him like a tailored glove. Nothing was left to the imagination, from his washboard abs to his pecs and large nipples. He had a strong neck with huge shoulders muscles. His arms were covered in a soft blond fuzz that almost seemed invisible in the right light, and I doubt I could wrap both my hands around one of his upper arms. He was wearing dark blue jeans with no belt and brown construction boots. I immediately had an image of him on his motorcycle zooming past people on the freeway, with a backdraft of wind somehow managing to get up under his shirt and show everyone his perfect stomach and back, causing people to swerve in traffic as they stared in lust. This was definitely a man who knew exactly what he was. He used it to dominate and control those who would give him what he wanted and were powerless to stop him. As he pushed the door closed, he turned back to face me while keeping one hand on the door handle. Looking straight into me with a smirk, he slowly moved his hand to the lock and dragged it into place with a clank. “I’m going to enjoy myself this weekend.” I looked right back at him with wide eyes while on the inside I returned the same smirk. The predator had trapped his prey. As he began walking over to me he casually looked around the house. I knew he liked what he saw, and I knew that in his mind he already owned this house and could use everything inside as he saw fit, including me. He came to a stop in front of me, towering above as he looked down. His crotch was inches from my face, but I didn’t dare move or break eye contact. He wanted to make sure I knew my proper place was on my knees in front of him, and that I everything was about him alone in this situation. I could finally catch his natural body odor, along with the heavy smell from his junk. My nostrils flared as I tried to suck in as much of it as possible, but still I didn’t move. Looking up at his body as his hard blue eyes bored into me, I knew exactly why this man always got what he wanted. Above the hills and valleys of perfectly sculpted muscle was that beautiful face looking down and judging. He saw my nostrils flare and again that perfect smile returned. I knew he would have punished me for pushing my head forward to get a heavy dose of his manly stink, and was satisfied that I was aware that any enjoyment I got this evening would be a byproduct of being able to serve a demigod. He tossed his helmet past me onto the couch. He asked, “Did you get what I ordered?” I responded, “Yes sir, it’s chilled and in the fridge. Would you like some, sir?” I had been told to buy him his brew of choice and to stock the fridge full of them. We were going to have a long weekend, and he didn’t want to have to leave the house. “Take off my boots first.” He sat down on the couch and I turned around on my knees and started unlacing his heavy boots. I took the chance to feel up his calf muscles as I lifted each leg to remove the boot, and felt the hard steel through the jeans. I could feel the weight of the muscle, bone, and the boot and could feel the coiled power emanating even from his lower legs. Still more precum oozed out and made my wet patch slowly bigger. He streched his arms out across the back of the couch and chose to allow me to cop a feel of what was to come while I completed my task. I eased each foot out of its boot and sock and could smell his odor rising with the heat from his bare skin. Something about this man made me love everything that he was giving, and he knew it. Before he would let me go any further, he pulled his feet out of my hands and put them back on the ground. “Now you can get the beer. Bring me a six-pack, and get back on your knees.” I quickly got up and headed towards the kitchen. I could feel his eyes following me, down my shoulders to my lower back, all the way to where my but cheeks were poking out above the waistband of my old jeans. He knew he could claim his territory whenever he wanted, but didn’t feel the need to rush what would be a long weekend. I went around the corner and grabbed the beer case out of the fridge. I paused to check and make sure I had the correct pack. Unknown to him, I had prepared a few extra ingredients of my own when I was purchasing him his booze. I had laced each bottle with a small amount of viagra and rohypnol, and then taken full advantage of my bottling machine in the garage to reseal my personal brew. I kept the amounts small so it would have a cumulative effect over the course of the evening. I didn’t want to arouse his suspicions with a single drink. I would be patient and continue to drag him deeper and deeper, while he continued to feel like he was more and more in control. I came back into the living to find him still stretched out with his feet spread, arms draped across the couch, and his head resting back with his eyes closed. Every muscle on him seemed to be on full display, and he hadn’t even taken off any clothes. I stood there and held my breath as I took in the sight. Eyes still closed, he smiled as he knew exactly what effect he was having. “Hurry up and get over here, bitch. You’re going to be working late tonight and you’ve already given me some ideas.” I smiled as I came up and handed him his beers before getting back on my knees in front of him. We both had different ideas of how this weekend was going to go. I knew he wasn’t going to enjoy mine.

It was a warm evening in Phoenix and I got a call from one of my favorite truckers, George, who was in his mid-fifties and loved to plow my ass with his thick cock. He said he was parked in the truck stop and needed to get off. The good little trucker slut I am, I got ready, drove down to the truck stop and found myself climbing the steps into his big white rig. He wasn’t kidding about being hard. His thick seven inches were bulging like I’d never seen before. Before I could say hello he told me to start sucking him while I got undressed. I undid the snaps of my shirt, kicked off my boots and socks, and last slipped off my jeans. The sight of my red jockstrap must have pleased him as he instructed me to keep it on. It also seemed as if his penis was bulging even bigger in my mouth than it had before. On my knees sucking his thick cock I was intoxicated by the smell of his unwashed crotch. It had been marinating all day behind the wheel of his rig as he came in from Los Angeles. I imagined him getting hard thinking about plowing my ass, dribbling pre-cum and going soft again for the last four hundred miles. As I kept sucking I felt one of his rough hands make its way around the back of my thigh and up the crack of my ass. Finally it ended up at the entrance of my ass. He tried to get it in, but since I hadn’t been fucked in a couple of days, I was pretty tight. His hand left my ass briefly as I heard him spit in his hand. He started working his spit into my hole and finally got a finger in, slowly working it in and out until he was up to the third knuckle. “Damn you’re tight, bring that ass up hear so I can get it ready to fuck.” I eagerly obliged and soon we were in the 69 position with me still sucking him and him eating my ass. His full facial hair had me oozing pre-cum against his hairy chest. Soon he was putting three fingers in my ass and pulling on my balls with his other hand. “Turn around and get that cock up your ass,” he said while grabbing his next cigarette. I turned around and his pre-cum slick cock slid into my ass pretty easily until I got to middle where it bulged out even bigger than the tip. I started riding him slowly while he smoked his cigarette. “Fuck yeah, squeeze my cock with your shitter you little bitch.” I tried to squeeze the thick cock in my sphincter, but I could barely put any pressure on it. “Come on you little slut, squeeze my fuckin’ cock.” Again I tried, but he had my ass so open it wouldn’t. “Sorry Sir, I’m trying but your cock is too big.” He tapped out the cigarette and blow smoke in my face. “Well I ain’t gonna get off like this. Bend your faggot ass over the passenger seat.” I crawled over to the passenger seat and in an instant he was plowing my ass balls deep. He grabbed my hips and started pounding harder and harder until he grunted and I could feel his load shooting in me. After he was done shooting he ripped his still hard cock out of me and sat on the floor, leaning up against the bunk. “Get over here and clean my cock of you stupid slut.” While I was cleaning his slick cock off I heard the CB radio go off behind me. “Hey George, you in the Flying J?” He slapped me on the back of my head. “What are you stupid; go get me the fuckin’ mic.” I reached up to the CB, got the mic down and continued cleaning his cock off. “Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” “You eat dinner yet? Me and Mike were going to get the buffet there.” “Yeah, come on over, I’m in the back row with an empty trailer.” “Gettin’ off the road now, see you soon.” He banged me in the back of the head with the mic as I continued to lick his now soft cock. “I’m done, put it back.” I did as instructed and went back to his crotch. “I’m done there too slut.” “Yes Sir.” I got up and started to put my jeans on. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Getting dressed Sir.” “I didn’t tell you to get dressed.” I took my jeans back off and he took them, along with my other clothes and put them in the driver’s seat. “I’ll need that ass again later.” He started to buttoned up his jeans and fixed his clothing as he lit another cigarette. “You’re going to stay here in your slutty little jock and clean my truck while I go eat with some friends.” “Yes Sir.” “See you in a while and don’t touch your cock or your ass. You better keep my load in your ass 'cause that’s gonna be your only lube later.” As he exited the cab he took my clothes and put them in the side-box of the truck. I looked down and my hard cock was still restrained in my jockstrap and pre-cum was oozing out and dripping down to the floor. I found some paper towel and some Pledge and started wiping down the cab. In the closet there was a little vacuum that plugged into the cigarette lighter, which I use to vacuum up all the ashes and dirt in the carpet. While I was emptying the canister out the sleeper door a truck was backing into the next space. I thought I had hidden my nearly naked body, but once his truck was turned off I heard a knock on the passenger door. I froze and tried to remain as still as possible. He knocked again. “Come on, I know you’re in there.” I went to the passenger door and rolled down the window. “Yeah?” “I don’t suppose this is your rig?” “No Sir it’s not.” “You got a nice ass, how about you come over to my rig and I get a little piece?” “Sorry, I’m waiting for the driver to get done eating.” “Loyal. I like that. Okay, then. Catch you later. Maybe I’ll talk to the guy that drives this rig and see if I can borrow you.” “Yes Sir.” I rolled the window back up and went back to cleaning the cab. When I was done I lay down on the bunk and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was George yelling. “Hey slut!” I got up, went to the driver’s side window and rolled it down. “Get out of the truck, some friends of mine want to see you.” “But Sir, I’m…." “Get your ass out of the fucking truck!” Wearing only my red jockstrap, I opened the door and climbed down from the rig. Even before I reached the ground there was a hand on my ass. I turned around and there were two men, one of whom was about sixty, maybe 5’11”, about 170 pounds and his dick, even soft, was easy to outline in his jeans. I would soon learn that this was Gary. The other one was Mike, he was about 45, maybe 5’7”, and also exhibited a nice bulge in his pants. “Damn George! Nice piece of ass you got here." Gary’s thick middle finger penetrated my ass. “Oh fuck, he’s all ready to go too!” “I told you so. So, how about it; you forget about the fifty bucks I owe you and you can both fuck him.” “Sounds good, come here bitch.” Gary grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced my down to his crotch where his cock was growing in his pants. “Unzip me, you stupid whore. You can’t suck it through the fuckin’ denim.” They all laughed at his joke. I unzipped his pants and his dick fell out onto my cheek. I took him in my mouth and his cock was instantly rock hard. It had to be at least nine inches long and he had the type of low hanging balls I love on older men. “Fuck yeah, he’s a good little cocksucker,” Gary praised. Mike, meanwhile, knelt down behind me and started licking my ass. His five o’clock shadow against my freshly fucked hole made me instantly rock hard. “How’s he taste Mikey?” “Awesome, I can’t wait to fuck him.” “Well let me go first, after you get done with him he’ll be too stretched out.” Instinctively I moaned at the thought of an even bigger dick than I had in my mouth fucking my ass. “The whore seems to like the idea. Turn around and lean over the tires whore.” I turned around and bent over the back wheels of the tractor. The warm night air felt so fucking good as it touched my ass. Gary pushed his jeans down to his thighs and got behind me. In one motion he pushed all nine inches into me and started fucking me like he was using my hole to jack off with. My jock covered dick was pressed against the tire as Gary plowed my ass. He has one hand holding himself up against the tire and the other muffling my screams. He started going faster and faster, his dick was getting even thicker until he finally shot his load deep in me. He kept pumping my full of cum for what felt like a good full minute. When he was finally done he grabbed me by the neck again and shoved his cock in my mouth. “Yeah clean it up bitch.” After only a couple of licks he was soft and I had gotten all of the cum off his dick and balls. “Ok Mike, your turn. I’ll meet you back in the truck.” Gary zipped up his pants up and walked away. Mike’s throbbing cock was still being restrained by his jeans. “Turn around again.” Again I turned around; a little disappointed I wasn’t going to get that slab of meat before it went in my ass. I knew it was going to be bad when Mike took of his sweaty t-shirt and stuffed as much of it as he could into my mouth. “I need two hands fuck.” Suddenly I felt the biggest dick I’ve ever had in me slamming into my ass. Tears started running down my face as Mike pounded me. I feel the two loads of cum in my ass running down my legs and splattering between us every time he slammed his cock in my ass. George must have gotten bored watching me get fucked, “Send him back when you’re done using him.” He climbed back into the cab. Mike never slowed down and never acknowledged George’s absence; he just kept pounding my ass mercilessly. Suddenly he yanked his t-shirt from my mouth. “You want my fucking load?” “Yes Sir.” “Beg for it you little slut.” “Pleas Sir, please give me your load. I want to feel you shooting it inside me.” “Here you go.” He pounded me a few more times before he shot his load in me. As Gary had done before, Mike grabbed my neck and shoved his cock in my mouth. This time I not only tasted cum and my ass, but a little blood as well. My ass was so open that I could feel the night air inside me as cum dripped onto the ground. Suddenly he held my head against crotch with my mouth still around his soft cock and started pissing down my throat. I took every drop until he pulled out of my mouth and gave me a last little shot of piss in the face. He laughed as he zipped up his pants and put his shirt back on. As he walked past me he slapped my face lightly, remarking “Good little slut.” I got up, looked around and climbed back up into the cab. When I got back in I found George watching television in the sleeper. “Stay on the floor until I’m ready to use you.” Just then there was a knock on the passenger door. …to be continued

This is the start of the true story of how I took my first bareback, if you like this part I’ll tell you rest, this is in the chem sex part as there are chems later, if continued. I was in my early 20’s, not bad looking, some said handsome, pretty cute, pretty good body, I’d moved up to London for work and for the first time could explore my sexuality proper for the first time, I soon found that I was attracted to older men, 20/30 years my senior, there was something about them that got me so hard and turned on. I was regularly frequenting a pub called the Kings Arms or KA in Poland Street in the west end, and I met a lot of big daddy bears that well made me pop my cork, and then I met him. His name was David, he oozed manliness, well built and tall I was in the KA having a drink after work when he walked in, I can still remember my first sight of him because he took my breath away, suited and booted, shaved head, a cocky grin on his face and a bulging crotch that belied its contents. Back then I was shy and I thought I was being discreet and circumspect stealing glimpses of him, now I realise that I must have been so obvious it’s painful. I saw him start chatting to another young lad; I just sighed picking up my beer and went outside for a cigarette. I was miles away daydreaming when I heard those first words “you got a light?” that brought back into reality I looked round to see the ice blue eyes staring intently at me, I nodded lighting his cigar, he smiled, a warm friendly smile “good boy, thanks” and then “so why did you not say hi earlier?”, feigning innocence I shock my head “I dunno what you mean?”, he threw his head back laughing “I saw you checking me out boy”…that word ‘boy’ made me feel heady and hard, I gulped, bit my lip, took a sip of my drink and blushed as red as its possible for a person to blush, he stepped close up to me “its okay lad, what’s your name?”, the heat from his body and his towering presence was intimidating and sexy at the same time, I shuffled my feet and looked up into his eyes “its Rob”, he grinned broadly “nice I like that name, I’m David”, I put my hand out to shake it “nice to meet you David”, he brushed my hand aside and leant in and kissed me right there on the street, I swear I almost dropped my drink and almost lost my load in my pants at the same time. I stood there as he pulled away from me, I was hot and sweaty, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife and the electricity between us was at about 10,000 watts, I looked around me, no one was paying any attention to us, I looked back at him and he smiled again “So Robbie boy, do you like to play games?”, I must admit I was confused and croaked “games? Yes I love them, why?”, that smile again and a twinkling in his eye as he moved even closer to me, so close I could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in “good Robbie boy, I like games too, wanna play the 15 minute game with me?”, he kissed my cheek as I softly asked “what’s the 15 minute game?”, he chuckled pinching my nipple through my Fred Perry t-shirt “if you come with Daddy I’ll show you” and right then and there in the street I spunked my briefs

My retired next door neighbor pays me to take care of his yard. He's too frail to do it himself anymore so I don't mind. He recently moved out and moved in with his son. He rents the place to an older woman now in her mid sixties but still pays me to take care of the yard. She is a little chunky with really big tits and huge nipples. She's always coming outside when I'm around doing the yard in her night wear with no bra , nipples just poking through about the size of my thumb. Being a gay man I try to ignore her , I know she does it on purpose.. During the warm months I wear thin shorts commando style so the outline of my cock is pretty obvious. Guess I'm as big a slut as my neighbor ! Today I was working on the side and the neighbor beside her had recently moved out , actually evicted . The property was being cleaned up by an older guy in his early sixties. We were both working on the side and struck up a conversation. He was a big man , much bigger than me. He had on some overalls. He obviously had really big cock and balls as the bulge was easy to see.. There I was with a t shirt and thin shorts trying not to look at his bulge so I wouldn't start getting a hard on.. I had been sweating so the outline of my cock was totally obvious. I could tell he was glancing at it. At one point I decided to turn off my weed eater sitting there idling. I turned around and bent over from the waist giving him a nice view of my ass.. We talked about the couple living there that got evicted and the mess they left behind. He asked if I wanted to come inside and see the crazy mess . So I said "sure". We went inside and sure enough it was a big mess.. He said " take a look at the bedroom!" and pointed down the hall.. I went first he follow me from behind. We got to the bedroom and Little did I know he had a big hard on. I bent over again to pick up a can and suddenly I felt two big hands grab my shorts and pull them down real fast. He grabbed my hips and pulled my bare ass to his crotch and I could tell he was hard as a rock. He say's " I know a bottom boy when i see one and your a bottom boy !! your fixin to take my big cock whether you like it or not !" My shorts were down and my cock was getting hard and he wanted to rape me . He commanded me to my knees. I turned around and got on my knees. He noticed my growing hard cock and said " I'm going to take that ass , got it ?" I said "yes sir". He took his overalls off and his big cock was standing tall !! Nothing was said as he grabbed his big cock and guided it to my mouth.. I have never been raped before , I was scared , he was twice my size.. Nothing I could do but go with it.. He grabs his cock and guides to my mouth , I submitted and started sucking his big cock. My cock was now frozen hard.. He say's " good boy , suck daddy's big poz cock !" I squirmed away saying " Please don't make me suck your poz cock !" He replies " Oh yes , your gonna suck it good then its going up your ass ! " " Now sit still boy and take daddy's big cock !" I submitted and sucked his poz cock.. Soon i got my first taste of his poz precum.. Though I was being raped I still had a hard on.. I liked it.. I enjoyed sucking his big cock though I was nervous of possibly getting pozzed as I knew he was going to cum in my ass.. Thoughts were racing through my mind.. Is it really rape if I give in ? how could this be rape if I enjoy sucking his cock and I have a hard on ? He then commands " Its time to fill your ass up with cock , bend over across the bed boy !" I get up and turn around and bend over the bed as commanded.. My ass fully exposed to his big poz cock.. He commands me to spread my legs.. He gets up close behind me and rubs his big cock on my ass cheeks.. He reaches around and grabs my hard cock and say's " you like this don't you boy , your hard cock don't lie !" He then spits on his cock.. I knew what was next ... Soon his big cock head was up against my sphincter wanting in.. He took it easy on me going slowly by head fucking me first.. He big cock head going in and out felt really good. My cock immediately let out some precum as soon as his cock head penetrated my boy pussy.. I started backing down on his cock wanting more cock.. He began to tease me as he had me where he wanted me.. I started fucking his cock.. he started pushing forward as i leaned back and soon his big cock was rubbing my prostate .. felt awesome.. I began to drip precum as his cock head rubbed my sweet spot .. He say's " good boy , take my cock , take it all ! " with that he went balls deep and held it there holding my hips tight. He grinded my ass doing circles really spreading my sphincter open good and wide while his cock head probed the depths of ass.. He say's " I love fucking boy hole deep !" With that he held me tight as he fucked my ass.. he started repeating " take that cock ! take that cock !" as his breath became shorter. His intensity level was raising and I knew he was getting close. He then say's " I'm gonna poz your ass boy , get ready for my dna ! " He then makes a sound as if winding up , his voice was getting higher. He grabs my hips and thrusts his cock in as deep as it would go while pulling on my hips.. He then lets loose a huge orgasm ! Pulsating his poz cum deep in my ass .. His hard thrusts and his pulling on my hips made me orgasm as he cummed deep my ass.. We both were shot our load !! After he finished his gifting deed he puts his overalls back on .. my ass is dripping his poz load as I put my shorts on.. He say's "I'm here every two weeks till I get this place rented again , if you want get fucked again with daddy's big poz cock you just cum on over.. and bet you'll be here ready to take more of my poz cum won't you boy ?" I said "yes sir"

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Day 1 Corey and Richard had been dating a good year, when Corey received a random friend request on Facebook from a handsome Australian guy, Shane. Shane is 23 years old, and was in the midst of planning a trip to the grand 'ole USA, with his first stop being Tampa, Florida. Never a shy type, Shane had started looking for cute guys to hang with, and with some luck have some fun with whilst on holidays, hence - his contact with Corey and Richard. As mentioned, Shane is quite the handsome Aussie fella, 6'1" tall, light brown hair, blue eyes, toned swimmers build, vers, 8 inch uncut dick and to top it off - a smile that can melt butter. He is, however, in equally amazing company as Corey is 22 years old, 5'10", slim, blond hair, green eyes, devilishly cute, mostly bottom and 6 inches cut, and his boyfriend Richard is a 24 year old, muscled Adonis, close to 6' tall, slim waist, chiseled abs, pecs, 9 inch cut cock, vers and definition on top of his definition. His true strength though is his genuine likability - he's just a sweet young man with no attitude like other gym junkies out there. After several weeks of chatting via Facebook and 'clean' video calls on Skype from Australia, Corey and Richard felt comfortable enough with Shane to offer their guest room to him for a week or two. Their generous offer was gratefully accepted by Shane and the planning process for the Tampa leg went into full swing. Clearly Shane's intentions were known to himself, however what he didn't realise was that Corey and Richard were not only genuinely excited to host this Aussie, but also to see if they could get some hot action from this stunning uncut Australian tourist. D'day arrived and after 27 hours in total travel and transit time from Australia, Shane finally arrived in Tampa to very welcoming smiles and hugs from Corey and Richard. Right from the get go, it was clear there was a mutual attraction between all. Having travelled for so long, the plan was to drive home for a quick stop to allow Shane to shower, and then head out for a drink and get to know each other. As Shane entered the bathroom, he deliberately left the door cracked, on the off chance the boys wanted to have a peek. It didn't take long, not a second after the water was running, both boys were peeking through the crack in the door. Both Corey and Richard admired the fine formed Aussie in their shower; as the water cascaded over his tanned pecs, and slim swimmers waist. The boys were all worked up in an instant. Richard had been standing behind Corey, as he is taller and it offered them both better vantage points to peer through the cracked door. This however, easily allowed his stiff 9 inch cock to rub Corey's rear, a sensation he never tired of. Given their heightened state of arousal, Corey quickly dropped to his knees and pulled Richards pants down, devouring Richards cock in a flash. During his hasty relocation, Corey bumped the door, and caused it to emit a slight, but still noticeable squeak. Shane immediately heard the noise, however without missing a beat, he continued his shower routine as normal, although the knowledge that both boys were now watching him shower made him exceptionally happy of what might happen in the weeks ahead. Corey was crouching at his lovers feet, sucking his man's dick, enjoying the taste, the sensation, and imagining the three of them fucking. Whilst Richard was enjoying his blowjob, he kept peering into the bathroom, soaking up the visual delights in front of him, all the while Corey was priming the juice in Richard's balls through his expert suck technique. Richard was now losing himself in the blowjob, gently leaning back on the door frame, closing his eyes as the warm wet mouth worked his cock over, Corey's tongue gently teasing and stimulating the sensitive nerve endings on his cock. Corey was very talented in the oral department, as neither he nor Richard noticed when Shane turned-off the shower, nor when he dried himself off. Shane, on the other hand, heard the gentle slurping noise from the hallway, which triggered an immediate reaction in his groin. He took a seat on the closed toilet seat, which faced the door, and proceeded to stroke his cock until it was at full mast. He sat there and continued working his cock as he listened to the delightful sounds from the hall, knowing full well he was the inspiration for the commencement of the boy's sexual interaction. Shane collected a generous amount of spit in his mouth and then transferred it to his left hand, gently working it between his fingers. He then raised his legs off the floor, his knees to his chest, and started working his slick fingers into his tight Aussie hole. With his fingers working his hole over and his fist jacking his cock, it didn't take long for Shane's cock to start leaking generous amounts of precum. The shine on his cock was amazing, with small beads of precum dripping down the length of his eight inch tool, like wax dripping down the side of a candle. Richard fell from the skies, and realised the shower was now off, and having lost all sense of time he genuinely had no idea how long they had been there in the hallway. Richard listened at the door for signs of life in the bathroom, and when he couldn't hear anything his curiosity got the better of him; so he pushed the door open in one go and both he and Corey we there in the hallway, in awe of the sight in front of them. The hot piece of Aussie meat, on display in all his glory. His hole being worked over, now with four fingers of his left hand in his arse, pounding away, his eyes closed, Shane was now the one lost in sexual delights; just as Richard had been not five minutes earlier. Corey stood and together he and Richard finished undressing each other, then proceeded towards Shane. With slight hesitation, Richard got down and started kissing Shane's inner thigh, and at that exact moment Corey started sucking on Shane's exposed piece of meat. This of course snapped Shane back into reality, and as his smile grew from ear to ear the three young men simply shared an unspoken moment whereby they acknowledged their carnal desire for each other and subsequently allowed the moment to play its course. Shane now removed his own fingers from his hole as Richard was now there, itching to tongue fuck his hole, and he didn't disappoint! Rimming has always been one of Richards favourite sexual pleasures and he was right in Shane's hole, enjoying every moment of it. Alternating from licking the outer edge, to deep forceful thrusts to scratching up Shane's hole with the stubble on his chin. Corey on the other hand was getting Shane's cock slick with generous amounts of spit, because he wants nothing more than Shane's fat uncut 8 inch cock inside his arse! The first words in a very long time were now spoken by Corey, when he asked Richard if Shane could fuck him. Corey is quite submissive sexually and if told to by Richard, he will take any mans cock and load, but only if told to do so by his boyfriend. Richard of course said yes, but said to Shane that if he wanted to fuck around with them it must be bareback, to which Shane said that he tested negative a week prior to his USA trip, although he's been exclusively bareback for the past 3 years. This was music to their ears, and without hesitation, Richard pulled Shane toward him a little so that Shane's arse was slightly over the edge of the toilet seat, whilst Shane grabbed onto the basin on one side and the bath tub on the other side to steady himself. Immediately, Corey threw his leg over Shane and whilst facing him, sat down on Shane's cock, gently lowering himself down, allowing his arse to adjust to the raw cock now working it's way deep within him. As this was taking place, Richard lined up his 9 inch fuck stick to Shane's tight hole and with reckless abandon punched it balls deep into Shane, causing Shane to yelp in obvious discomfort. Richard hesitated a little, knowing he's a rough fuck at the best of times, he was a little worried that he'd perhaps gone a little too hard, too soon in their first encounter with Shane, however as Shane sensed that he'd adjusted his style, he quickly told to Richard to fuck him like the whore he is, to use his cumhole like the countless number of men before him. This triggered a little something inside Richard and a hot nasty perverted smile swept across his face. He began fucking Shane's hole like there was no tomorrow and Shane took it like an absolute champ, even as the micro tearing from the chin stubble scratches started to become more and more irritated, Shane never showed discomfort. He enjoyed the pounding he was receiving from Richards massive fuck tool. Corey was bouncing on Shane's cock like a 5 year old on a trampoline, every so often he'd grind down and get Shane's cock inside him as far as it would go, deeper and deeper. Even though Corey was submissive, he was quite vocal, but not moaning, more like dirty talk, and as he was grinding down on Shane's cock he was telling Shane how Richard owns his hole, how he must be ready for Richard, Richard's mates or complete strangers to fuck him and breed him whenever Richard see's fit. Shane was so turned on hearing that, with the steady pounding on his hole, his tight anal lips wrapped snug around Richards thick cock, tearing him up. Whilst the hot young hole belonging to Corey is thrusting down on his own fuck stick, it's all getting a little too much for Shane to bear. His moaning becomes uncontrollable! The sensations all too much. Corey is doing an expert job, working Shane's dick with his cum hole, talking dirty, begging for Shane's load, grunting "Fuck me, cum up my twink hole you hot Aussie fucker!" Corey is slamming himself down, tweaking Shane's pierced nipples and finally Shane reaches his breaking point, he shouts out that he's gonna cream Corey's tight hole, fuck his load in deep. And with that, the process begins, his orgasm is upon them, his cock thickens inside Corey's hole and he sprays his 3 day load in this young mans hole. Of course as this happens, the relentless pounding from Richard hasn't subsided, Shane's battered hole, aching and tender, pulsing around Richards meat, as Richard slams into Shane with all his might and unleashes a torrent of cum, fucking it into Shane's inner walls. Ensuring his load is thoroughly absorbed into this Aussie, making sure his passport is officially 'Tampa' stamped. Long after Richards orgasm has passed, he was still slowly working his cock in and out of Shane, churning the cum into a froth. Shane and Corey are locked in a passionate embrace, broken when Corey moves only enough to whisper in Shane's ear that he and Richard are recently Poz, and unmediated. Shane remains silent for a moment and Corey is concerned that his comment could have scared Shane due to his silence, however, his fears are alleviated when he feels Shane's dick begin to thicken inside him again. And only then does Shane let both the guys know that he'll do everything in his power to ensure he becomes poz whilst he stays with them, and return to Australia and share their gift internationally. The boys decide that they are now too exhausted to head out for a drink, and that the spare room won't be required as Shane should be sleeping in their bed for the next two weeks. Naturally Shane is more than happy with this proposal, and all three head straight to bed without showering, as they enjoy the smell and feel of each other after their sexual experience. The hosts lay either side of Shane as they drift off to sleep, each silently pondering what sexual adventures will be experienced over the next 13 days.

I am hoping that this is the right place to put this story. There don’t seem to be any like it, so forgive me if I am mistaken in putting it here. I am a filthy cum slut. I was 23 or so when i figured it out for the first time after hooking up with a super hot couple off CL. I was already pretty deep into PNP at the time and I had only been fucked by a guy a once on the down low at the local Vegas ABS’s, but it was not bareback so it wasn’t great. I used to get really high and go lose myself in the many, many, many cocks that las vegas porn booths have to offer. I would swallow TONS of cum, enough to get full on. But something was still missing, no matter how many dicks I sucked I never felt satisfied. I figured this meant that it was time to offer up my ass to someone for fucking and breeding. So one of the times I was VERY high on tina, I was cruising on CL for some nice dicks to finally breed my hungry hole. I got a message from a SUPER hot couple that was looking for a bottom to share, one was white with a nice thick dick, and the other guy was black with a HUGE cock. We exchanged numbers and I got their address. I was so excited, my dick was leaking in my pants and my hole was tingling with anticipation. I arrived at a very nice house in Henderson, knocked on the door, and was greeted by the white guy, wearing a sexy ass jock and nothing else. I could smell the Tina smoke from the doorway. The smell made my ass tingle even more, and my dick twitched in my pants. I walked inside, my eyes slowly adjusting to the low light and smoky room. I saw the black guy sitting on the couch with a glass pipe and a torch, hitting it hard, smoke billowing all around him. He was naked, with his big semi hard dick draped over his thick muscular thigh. There was the typical bareback pig porn on the TV and his eyes were transfixed on the twink-ish guy getting his pussy stretched out by a HUGE black cock. Seeing his glazed over eyes told me that I was in for a real treat with these two. The white guy lead me to the couch, asked me if I wanted to get more comfortable, and handed me the huge glass pipe they had filled with white tina. I took a few huge hits, standing fully clothed by the couch, them watching me like a piece of meat. After 7-8 big hits I passed the pipe and took off my clothes. As the white guy hit the pipe a few times the black guy asked me if I wanted something sexy to wear. I said yes and was lead to the bedroom, which was FULL of gay posters, and leather gear. Boy was I getting eager. The black guy went into the closet and the white guy came in and stood by the door after passing me the pipe, which I started hitting immediately. As I was hitting it, I saw the black guy pulling out, lacey thongs, short skirts, a fishnet body suit and tons of girls clothing. I was getting super high so I didnt think much of it, until the black guy held up the fish net body suit up to me and said to the white guy “im glad we have a thin, smooth slut to wear this, we have had it so long and no one has been worthy of it”. I was confused and said “You guys want me to wear THAT!?! I have never dressed like that before, and im not sure I am up to it” The black guy looked instantly deflated. “Would you wear some panties? Nothing is hotter than a tweaker slut in some nice sexy panties.” I agreed, like the whore I was on tina. I slipped them on, and instantly loved the way they went up my ass, and cupped my dick so tight. He handed me some fishnet thigh highs and told me to put them on as well, and by this point the idea sounded great. As I followed them back into the living room I looked at my ass, it looked so fucking sexy in the thong and thigh highs. We all sat on the couch, me in the middle. We smoked A LOT! More than I had ever smoked before, and the sight of my legs in the fishnets was making me feel like such a little slut. Without wasting any more time, I took one last HUUUUGE hit off the pipe, and got to me knees, staring at the white guy’s thick hairy cock. My mouth was watering. I took a glance at the TV, and caught a glimpse of my ass sticking out like a whore while on my hands and knees in front of one of the nicest cocks I had ever seen. Feeling instantly whorish I devoured his soft chem dick into my slutty mouth. As soon as it was fully stuffed in my mouth, I let out on uncontrolled moan of pleasure, god his cock felt good in my mouth. I started bobbing my head on his dick, letting my inner slut come out. The black guy shot gunned me a few hits, after which id attack the white guys dick again like a hungry dick slut. Then he got up and grabbed one of the plugs on the table, lubed it up, pulled my panties to the side and started easing it into my tight cunt. I moaned into the fat cock in my mouth and pushed back, feeling the plug rip into me. I instantly wanted all the dick in the world in me right then. When the fat plug was all the way inside my pussy, he moved the thong back into place and pulled my head off his BF’s now erect cock. Roughly pulling my head in front of his growing thick black snake. I positioned the base of the plug right over my heel, and as I put that fat mushroom head in my mouth, I sat down hard on the plug, my heel pushing it achingly deep in my boycunt. I sat there rocking on the plug and slobbering on his dick for god know how long, but I must have been good, because he shot a thick, powerful load into my mouth and held my head into him, forcing his softening dick into my throat. God it tasted good. I got up off my heel, standing on my now wobbly, fishnet covered legs. While trying to stand I somehow found that It feels amazing to pull my thong tight, forcing the plug back deep inside me which I did over and over while waiting for what came net. The white guy wanted to suck the remnants of cum out of that thick black dick, so I sat and continued to chem up pulling the lug into my hungry hole with the thong. Suddenly the black guy pushed his bf off his dick and left the room, coming back with a needleless syringe filled with some liquid. He said to me “get on your hands and knees cunt, face down ass up” when I was in the position I felt my new best friends, my plug and my new black panties being pulled away from my ass. The plug was forced into my mouth, which I sucked eagerly in my horned up frame of mind. Not feeling I was being slutty enough, I put it on the floor, and bobbed my head up and down on it moaning, trying to impress my new friends with my slutty behavior. I felt something go into my hole, then a burn as something was shot up inside me. The plug was put back in my hole, held firmly in place by my sexy black thong. Wow…. Something was happening now. The horniness I felt was shooting through the roof. Standing in the middle of the room, facing the bareback porn on the tv, I started pulling the plug out of myself, then forcing it back in. Over and over and over. I was putting on quite the show apparently because they were both stroking and egging me on, calling me whore, cunt slut etc. Encouraged by the guys I pulled the plug out, set it down and grabbed one of the large dildos on the table, put the base on the floor and positioned my cunt over it. The black guy handed me what he called ‘special lube’, I used A LOT of it to grease up my now insatiable hole. Then with them watching and passing the glass pipe, I sat on the huge dildo, feeling it stretch my hole further than I had ever had it. I rode it like a pro, letting the whole thing fall out, then slamming it back home, sitting as far down as I could. I was passed the pipe, and while keeping the dildo in me, hit the pipe long and deep. My ass ate up the remaining length of dildo as I exhaled. The white guy put his dick in my mouth while I rode the dildo in the middle of the living room in my fishnets and moved aside thong. Finally I told them “I need some dick in me right now, please!” and with that pulled the dildo out, deep throated it and pushed the white guy back on the couch. Without preamble I sat on his fat cock, even semi soft it slid right into my chemed up hole. OH. MY. GOD. It felt like my hole was on fire as he pulled it slowly in and out. When I was used to it, the chemed up whore I am started roughly bouncing on his dick, while begging the black guy to allow me to suck him again. He shot gunned me a huuuge hit and slammed his dick into my mouth, asking me how the special lube felt, I could only moan like a slut around his dick and bounce on his bf’s cock. I was now a full on slut, fully hungry for cum. The white guy pulled out super fast, leaving my hole feeling extra empty, and told me to move to the floor by the sliding glass door In the kitchen, where I could see myself in the reflection, and damn my ass and legs DID look good! I saw the black guy now standing behind me with another syringe full of liquid, which was shot up into my hole, then capped with the plug again and held in place by my new favorite piece of sex cloths. After the feeling of bare cock, the plug was small. They told me to stay there and watch them through the sliding glass window while thy fucked outside. Outside they went, the white guy eagerly bent over the Jacuzzi cover and exposed his ass, which the black guy filled right away. I grabbed the plug, pulled it out, then back in a few times, feeling less than filled. I slammed the plug back in, replaced the thong to hold it inside my hole, and got up and grabbed the pipe. I sat on my heels smoking like a druggie whore until I the black guy motioned to me. Instantly knowing that his big fat black cock would soon be filling my pussy made me reflexively loosen my cunt. As I stood up, the plug fell past my thong, and on to the floor. My ass felt so loose, it needed to be filled! I felt the second syringe hit me as I was standing there, my ass tingled, and I could feel the drugs leaking out and soaking my thong with chem juice. Knowing it would soon be also soaking with cum, sweat and more ‘special’ lube I let it go, knowing id suck it all out eventually. Acting like a whore for these guys was something I was learning to enjoy. I opened the sliding glass door, arched my back, stuck out my whore hole and shook my hips like a wanton whore as I slowly approached them, the sounds of dick and wet hole filling the air. They grabbed me and pushed me onto the jaccuzzi cover, leg up in the air, my eager hole exposed. As the black guy lined up his cock, moved my thong asaide, and started to push in he said “get ready to be bred you little skank”. It was going to be a long night……

Gawker did an interview with a South Florida man who has his penis and balls surgically removed he is a nullo http://gawker.com/i-still-unload-this-man-is-a-nullo-who-removed-his-1645409616

My first attempt at writing so please forgive the rather dry delivery. I'll try to be more creative and draw a better picture in the future but its based on real events so might come across more like a list of events than an erotic story. I'll work on that in the future. In my most recent LTR, I was the bottom and my BF was a demanding top who often got off on abusing me and showing me off in public. Due to jobs and other circumstances, we had to break it off about a year ago but I learned my place, especially when my BF told me I needed to become a total cum whore. Ever since we broke-up I've found myself compelled to seek out and service any and all tops. I'm now 28, and as I run and lift a great deal, I'm in great shape and can be a sex machine when needed. At about 5-8 and 150 lbs, I'm relatively small and have been told I have a great face and look. And I'm very masculine. I hate to say it but people rarely peg me as gay and usually assume I top. But meanwhile, I'm most definitely a pig bottom, okay with almost any scene. After my most recent break-up a year ago, I had the opportunity to spend a couple weeks in South Florida, in the Ft. Lauderdale area. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of action I got. I went to the leather bar, the Ramrod in as little clothing as possible, usually mesh shorts and a jock, and made sure to make myself available to anyone who wanted to fuck or piss on me or whatever. Being a little muscle jock, I always got lots of attention. I also got a membership to the Club Ft. Lauderdale and I think its better than most of the ones I've been to nearer to my location in the Northeast, including DC and Philly. After that initial trip to S. Florida a year ago, I spent the next year assuming I was poz, and continued to get as much action as I could. I arranged two more trips to Ft. Lauderdale this past spring, and at the beginning of the second trip, just a few weeks ago (the beginning of June), I went to a local free testing center and was surprised to learn that I tested neg. I will say I've had numerous bouts of gonorrhea and herpes, as is to be expected I suppose when whoring around, even so I was quite surprised. I really assumed I had been pozzed up. On a side note, I actually often wonder what the etiquette is for telling tops in public situations like that about other STD's as its not my intention to go spreading stuff intentionally, but I guess its not up to me to decide, I just whore around and take what I can get. This most recent trip was a complete sexcation. I made no pretense of going out on dates or doing any tourist stuff. Instead I spent my entire vacation (and all my energy) in servicing men. As it should be, I suppose. Oddly, I don't much care for 'traditional' one-on-one hookups.. I'd much prefer to meet guys at bars and clubs so they can see what they are getting and we have a better chance of hitting it off chemistry-wise. Nothing worse than getting stuck with someone who is real prudish and/or has major hang-ups. It's so much easier just to go to a bathhouse or sex club and take as much dick as possible. At least for me. So, as soon as I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale and got to my ratty hotel, I went online and set my A4A profile to show that I'd be at the bathhouse from 3:00 PM until about 9:00 PM. As it was a random Wednesday so I wasn't expecting much, still I cleaned out as a good bottom should and headed to the bathhouse. As I expected, it was a little quiet but I made my way to the steam room and found a hot latin guy, older but nice fat cock, who nodded at me so I went down on my knees and started blowing him. Soon he pulled on my shoulders and instructed me to sit on his cock. I put my towel aside and spit on his dick real good and added some spit to my fingers and applied it to my hole and sat down on his cock. Before too long he pushed me up against a wall so he could stand and started driving his cock in me and a small group gathered around us as he drove in deep and hard. Someone in the group directed me away from the wall so I could suck on anther guy's cock. As I was getting spit-roasted, I could feel hands roaming and feeling my soft dick and low hanging balls. I rarely get completely hard as I'm usually a little anxious with people when traveling and trying to figure out the local norms and try not to do anything to piss anyone off. But anyway, soon, I'm pretty sure the guy fucking me came as I felt his pace change and when he pulled-out, another guy took his place. The steam and crowd around me kept me from seeing anything really except the cocks in front of my face. I serviced several guys until I could take no more and thankfully the remaining guys seemed okay with following me out of the steam room to cool off and see what else was going on. I wandered into the sauna where a Latin guy with a really cute face was trying to get me to go with him to his room. I prefer to service men in view of others as this seems to attract more and more cock. And for whatever the reason, I tend to find public sex more of a turn-on than private sex. I guess my general sense is that while I'm happy to serve men however they want, I try to see if they will let me service them in front of others. So anyway, in the sauna I started blowing the cute Latin guy. Before I knew it though, he was pushing me off and back so I was seated on a sauna bench with him jacking off in front of me. I stroked his balls and nips and looked into his eyes and soon he blew a huge load all over my chest and face. This seems to happen to me a lot where guys want to blow a load all over me. I'd prefer to take it in my mouth or ass but it seems to be a thing where lots of guys like to cum 'all over'. He smiled and thanked me and left and soon I was servicing someone else. I continued to service various guys, with cum all over and in me until around 9:00 PM when I showered up and headed to the locker room to leave. One of the guys I had serviced earlier, an older white guy with grey hair and a violent and vocal orgasm, was talking to a skinny young black guy with a huge dick. I'm not exaggerating when I say the young guy was hung at least 10 inches long and was as thick as a beer can. As I entered the locker room the white guy turned to me and said, "You can't leave! My friend just got here" referring to his young black friend. "Why don't you help the young man out and show him what a great pussy you have." I smiled at the skinny black guy sheepishly and he eyed me up expectantly and put his towel aside while he stroked his giant dick to full mast. The white guy looked at me and said, "Yeah, you know you can do it, you can take the giant cock. You know its your duty to service him." As he was speaking, I had half-heartedly shook my head and unlocked my locker, preparing to leave, while watching the skinny black kid stroke his big cock. The white guy spoke again and directed us into position, bending me over at my locker and pushing the big cock against my hole. His first attempt to push in didn't work so I added as much spit to my hole and his dick as i could and he tried again, this time successfully. I felt my hole stretch to the limit to accommodate him and he was soon fucking me brutally up against my locker. Despite the white guy's encouragements, the black guy pulled out without cumming and pulled me around to clean off his cock. I don't think he came but assume since he just arrived, he wanted to save his cum for later. I made sure to clean his cock thoroughly and could taste my ass and the numerous loads I had collected on his cock. I put my jockstrap on and mesh shorts, muscle shirt and sneakers and made my way out the door. I wanted a beer and a break so I headed to the leather bar. During the cab ride, I updated my profile to "Willing bttm headed to Slammers tonite around 12:30am." I had only been to the bottle/sex club a couple times before and always on a weekend so I wanted to do whatever I could to increase my chances. I always had great fun there despite others saying South Florida is full of bottoms. I've found there are plenty of willing tops but that has just been my experience. During my break at the leather bar, I met a couple guys who said they were also heading to the after hours club but while working the crowd, I lost track of them. Soon enough, however, I was done with my break and headed off to the club. When I go to Slammers, I like to get a locker so I can put my clothes away and wonder naked or in a jock - so guys know I'm available and can see the goods. So I locked everything but my jock and sneakers and started to make a round. Like I mentioned earlier, I try to service men in public but sometimes a guy will insist I go with him to a private spot. In Slammers, there are stalls or small rooms with a latching door and a bench and mirror. It wasn't long before I was bent over on the back patio getting fucked. After the guy unloaded, another guy, a hot muscle Latin guy, with a big 8.5 in thick dick, insisted I follow him to a room. He fucked the shit out of me in every position possible. After a while, I was praying he would cum soon. His thick cock was battering my hole and colon and I was really suffering. Coated in sweat, he finally unloaded. In the process, he managed to bruise the hell out of my lower back, so for the rest of my sexcation, anytime I bumped my lower back against anything, I was reminded of that fuck. Soon after, I was on the back patio again and while I was passing a dark corner, a pair of hands pulled me in and soon a cock was pounding my ass. Another group gathered around us and I was sucking and getting fucked by numerous guys. One of the guys was really demanding and pulled me out to a large area with a big round plastic covered mattress, where he pushed me on my stomach and fucked the hell out of me while I lay flat on my stomach. The guy held me down with his weight, holding my hands down against the bed. After he came, I started to get up and another guy pushed me back down on my back and lifted my legs in the air and pounded my ass. After moving me around to suit him, he reached down with both hands and started choking me. He would choke hard and then let go and so I started to nod and say "more" to indicate to him he could do what he wanted. He kept up the pressure on my neck and my vision and hearing faded. Soon I was coming to and found myself waking up to yet another guy fucking me. It must have been near closing time as more and more guys were looking to unload on me or in me. I was dragged into various positions and fucked and even on my way to the locker room was stopped two more times to take cock. One guy, an older top with grey hair and leather harness, and big thick cock told me it was time to go, indicating I was to go home with him. And this was only my first day on vacation. What fun!

Any guys in to fun in sportswear? I find it such a turn on and would love more guys to fuck my arse in kit

I think that, were HIV to be only a first world problem, that would be the case. However when you look at the number of people in Africa that have HIV and the impact it is having on them, we in the first world are the outliers and not the statistical norm. Thus drug companies are not really focused at curing us in the first world, but instead those in the third world, and that is what provides the impetus for the pharmaceutical firms to try and find a cure. Personally I think there will be a cure, and there will be one fairly soon. However at that point HIV will be just another STD and treated as such. To answer the OP, sure, some people will refrain from getting treatment, much as people refrain from getting things fixed today. But normatively speaking, the bulk of people will just get it sorted at the clinic. And if they continue barebacking (as I and other people would) then they would just catch it again. What would potentially be more interesting, and more relevant with regard to the spirit of the OP, would be that if they developed a one time only cure. So if you caught it again, you'd be both literally and figuratively fucked. But even then, I can't imagine that they will get rid of HIV in Africa with a one time only pill. The problem there is too pervasive already for that.

No, I gave up relationships altogether, and am happily single ever after.

At the risk of going Oliver Stone, the drug companies are making too much money keeping us on HIV drugs to even care about a cure.

Entering my current relationship was kind of a slow going. After like 6 months we declared we would be bf's and i took that as being monogomous. i couldnt stop fucking around though. I stopped the ritual of looking for new cock but wasnt ready to give up my regulars. Well like a month or so ago i was like i am gonna try to stop. It hasnt been easy. i dont see my BF often enough to quench my need for cock and when i get texts from FBs i am like....DAMN.....but i really wanna be a good boy...lol.

In my experience all men cheat. You may be doing it for the reasons you touched on or you may be subconciously sabotaging a relationship that isn't working. I've also seen that relationships that work include some type of agreement on sex with other men. The arrangement may be a "don't ask don't tell" approach or it may be playing together. I think the point is that for a relationship to work, there has to be honest communication. I'm not suggesting you reveal the details of what you have been doing, rather that you are honest with him about your desires.

have tried but cant stop cheating. it is what it is

Me too. I figure they are poz and are tired of ass holes automaticaly saying no and doing so rudely when they tell them they are poz which I cannot blame it is fucking rude how some guys treat others who are poz on hookup sites.

My few cents. f you continue to have unprotected sex with others then it is bound to come out one day when you catch an STI. Then you're in an awkward position and would have to explain where that comes from and admit you are having sex with others. It depends om your relationship I think. Are you sure your bf is 100% faithfull to you or do you suspect he is havng some fun on the side as well? Do you know what his opinion is about open relationships? If you don't know then you could bring up the subject of couples who do have an open relationship and ask him what his opinion is about that. He could be totally against it and wants to stay monogomous. He could think that once you open the relationship the relationship itself will detoriate. He could be willing to try (even if only starting with a 3some for instance) if he is secure about the relationship. He could be willing as long as you both tell each other. Or the opposite, a "don't ask, don't tell". Or he could be willing as long as sex with others is safe only. There are many possible reactions. If he is willing to try you could start (in one form or another) and don't tell him you have been doing this for a while already. What he doesn't know doesn't hurt. Or he could be dead against it. In that case you will have to make a choice what is more important to you. Your relationship or the ability the fuck around as much and with as many as you want and break up. It would not be fair to your bf to continue if he is against it. As I said it is bound to come out one day. If he thinks he is in a monogomous relationship and finds out he is not it will be a blow to him that probably will end the relationship. My opinion of course, mine ended that way. I am sure I am not complete in my answers but there will be others replying with their views.

If you are going to cheat, I would never admit to it at a later date & if you want to stop cheating then stop but that does not mean you have to tell anyone about it.

I must join in on this conversation. I too am a wearable condom, only un-wrapped cock goes in this man. If you're gonna fuck, fuck raw and fill the bottom.

I had never heard if anything like this but found the interview very good. The guy was also very sexy and although I'd never have it done I think it's going to be a fantasy. I love it when my cock stays soft during sex and being a total sub bottom I think there'd be guys who'd find it sexy as well as guys who'd just want to fuck me for the experience and to see what I looked like.

Hot!

When it says Ask Me, I automatically think they're poz.

my last load at chelsea video store- one nerdy geek not at all good looking but have a nice uncut cock. i walk into his booth n blow n jerk him. i was expecting him to suck me but he won't! asshole! lol but his uncut cock make his cock to silky smooth to jerk. i suck him n next thing i know, i thought what if i have it in my ass? so he put a condom on, no complain n start to fuck me. mid way fuck he opens the door letting people see him fucking n trying to get a third. one hot black guy i was cruising earlier came in n i was in heaven. sucking n getting fuck. black stud was not hung about 5" but damn, thick as fuck. he turns me over to fuck but geek guy try to give him a condom. before he finish opening it, he stuck it in my ass and i moan n back myself into it. it was so good. then black stud ask the geek to fuck him from behind while he is still in me. i thought, damn, i want to fuck you!. funny two strokes in n he start cumming in me n pulled off n geek guy turn around n swallow left over drops. i didnt cum and i was horny for more cock! another total hunky black tall guy is in i get him in a booth looking for cock. he asked me what i am into, i said suck your cock n get fuck. you know what? wrong answer! he said he is the one who sucks n take cock. lol. but he is total masculine n bigger than me. i said take my cock then, he asked for poppers i got none and he refused. what a weirdo. finally, i saw this short white guy in a shirt all proper. saw his ring on his married finger. Bingo!!! he sucked me well n bag me to fuck. he wrapped me up n lubed my cock and slide in. he moans and love it. i thought at least i got some ass. half way fuck he started to talk dirty. then i started asking him if he is married, he said yes. when is the last time you fuck your wife? -- last night did you cream in her- yes i kept fucking and he just mumbles ... and talk more.. "she fingers my ass sometimes and got me into thid, u just need the real thing in sometime you know?" "oh i know!" i slide all the way in deep i said " it will be fun to let your wife watch you get fuck n me dropping a load in your ass while you fuck her" he was so turn on i said that we slow down and i pull out and took the condom off. i thought he wants to take a break but he jerk n suck me more. then back his ass into my cock. i was so turn on i said more dirty stuff to him. he said i was big. i was like i aint big. only 7".i said he can take bigger. he admitted n he said he also took a hung black cock last week. lol we keep talking dirty n i feel his ass getting tighter n tighter and he came. i quietly cum in him feeling his ass squeezing my cock each time he shoot . it was an amazing feeling.

In austin as well. Not quite sure I want the gift, but figure I should play with some people who are vague or dishonest about their status. :-)

Conversion anymore is just a fetish, people need to get over it. Poz who are on meds are usually non-transmissable, and neg who are on PrEP have little chance of catching it anyway. We're all adults, and we're only spreading HIV if we actively choose to, no matter how much fear mongers want to rile people up. Now, enough of this discussion, please get back to posting hot bb vids!

Oscar saw that Tommy could get most of my cock into his mouth and throat and he told Tommy that since his monster cock was too big for Tommy's mouth he just use his boypussy. Oscar loved to scare a boy and often could make them cry before he even started but Tommy would soon learn how every boy eventually cried when Oscar used them. Oscar told Bobby to bump Tommy and make it big. As Bobby went for the supplies Oscar talked with Tommy. "Tommy, since your a whore now and you can't suck my tool I guess you'll let me just fuck you." Tommy clearly was nervous and actually started shaking. "I won't fuck you boy, not even with you being a whore, unless you beg me too. Do you want me to wreck your new boyhole and make you cry like a little boy?" "Oh, sir, I can't take your cock, it would kill me." Bobby returned and showed Oscar how big of a bump he had and Oscar nodded for him to shoot it in Tommy's hole. As Bobby stepped back Oscar pushed a finger into Tommy. "OK, Tommy, let me just finger your boyhole and see if I can make you horny, isn't that fair?" "Yeah that's nice. I wish I had more practice because I want to please you. Could you use two fingers, please" Oscar pushed a second finger in. "I knew you'd like these fat fingers of mine. Here taste them" Tommy licked then started sucking on them and Oscar knew the bump had started. "I bet you'd like three fingers in you, just ask me" "Yeah please give me three fingers, please now" Oscar pushed three fingers of his other hand into Tommy as he finger fucked the boy's mouth. A minute later he pulled his hands back and looked at Tommy and could see the hunger in his eyes and asked him, "Tommy is your boyhole feeling empty?" "Please put your fingers in me" "No, Tommy, nothing is going near your hole again until you ask, no beg, me to fuck you and wreck you, and ask me to hurt you. I want to hear you cry because you need me and you want me to break you." Tommy started to shake for a few moments and then looked at Oscar and begged. "Please I need you in me, go ahead and wreck, ruin, break me. I don't care I need to be fucked." Tommy repeated it a few times and got louder each time and finally he broke and started crying. Oscar told Tommy to get ready to be fucked and destroyed and George brought the poppers to Tommy and after five good hits Oscar started to enter the boy.

Fucking hot!

Love shoving my face in a rope hairy pit when a cock is breeding my pig hole.

Years ago I bumped onto a site called milking.com. Site was only one or two pages ("More coming soon!)" and advertised a facility where guys (gay or straight) could go to get milked by machines. Upon arrival you would have to undress and were blindfolded. You would then be led to a barn with benches with holes in them. Guys would lay face down on a bench and a milking device (similar to cow milking or nowadays the Venus2000?) would be attached to their cock. The machine would then milk you over and over and over as long as you wanted or until you couldn't take it anymore. Even though it was totally anonymous and the guys wouldn't be able to see the other ones getting milked they would still hear each other moaning and cumming (was the idea), adding to the experience. Once done you would be led back, unmasked, get dressed and be on your way. The idea was fucking horny and I returned to that site many times to see if it was fully up and running. Of course at one time when I went back again the site didn't exist anymore. I just tried again and all you get in Google is pics from chicks milking guys.

I pulled up in front of Tommy's apartment and he jumped right in and as I sped away I handed him the knockout pills and without a word being said he took them. When I first started chatting with Tommy I never expected this but believe me that when a twink jock cherry boy tells me I can do whatever I want then I'm going to fulfill my fantasies too. I told him to remove his shorts and throw them out the window and I was amazed he did it without hesitation proving he was ready. When we met previously he told me he was a virgin but did jerk off however couldn't find privacy often and hadn't cum in nearly a month. I told him if he wanted me to make him a whore he couldn't jerk off again until we got together. Now without his shorts i could see the front of his jockstrap was soaked which told me he obeyed but I asked him when he last came and he said a few weeks before we met. I told him he was as good boy and to close his eyes and and to go to sleep and he soon passed out. Watching him sleep so innocently made my cock drip knowing what we were so going to do to him. Two hours later we pulled off the highway and another half hour later we arrived at my friend Tom's farmhouse. The guys heard me pull up and soon a dozen studs were on the porch watching me and Tom carry our guest into the house. The party had started earlier and they already had a couple of whore boys to play with but everyone held back waiting for me and Tommy to arrive. The pills should wear off soon and we put Tommy in a sling while we waited. Once we saw his start to come around I put a rubber strap on his arm and found a vein as he opened his eyes. He started to look around the room and I let him see and hear what was happening to the other boys and to know it would happen to him soon too. Oscar was a pimp we knew that liked dealing with white twink boys and loved breaking them in with his black ten inch cock that looked more like a fucking rolling pin it was so thick and straight. He stood next to me and when Tommy turned towards me he gasped when he saw Oscar's tool. "Tommy are you ready to become the whore that you know you are?" I asked him. "Are you ready for me and my friends, like Oscar here, to use you like a ragdoll?" Tommy clearly was nervous and didn't answer right away so I told him to wait a minute before answering as I pushed the needle in his arm and drew back turning the contents red and then pushed it all into his vein. One of the other guys wiped the injection site and even put a bandaid on him as I removed the strap and told Tommy what to expect.

There are a few locations in the Inwood section of Manhattan. One is being destroyed by the city for a bike lane, one by Fort Tryon Park/the Cloisters, and a third with almost 200 acres of pristine forest.

Cordova - "I kinda felt violated to know that that asshole had bred me." Yet when your pussy needed it you took the cock without checking to see if it passed your requirements. There was no violation as you put yourself in the position of "waiting for the guy in my ass to finish." And you will do it again and again and again. When you take every cock and load anonymously, don't complain afterwards about feeling "violated."

I would consider remarrying if I met a bottom guy who liked to come home with strangers' loads. Though I would want to take a little taste, I would try to leave most inside. Cum is the best lube, after all! At the end of the night, I'd enjoy tasting mine and the other top's when my partner kissed me after cleaning up all the frothy cum from my dick with his tongue.

The other day I was horny and nearly desperate to get fucked. It had been a couple of weeks, but the usual websites were slow and my fuckbuds were all busy or not returning my texts. As I was flipping through barebackrt I came across a new ad. The pics showed a hot hairy dude with a nice 7 incher that was thick and veiny and my mouth began watering. His ad said that he was only in town for a couple of days and that he did massage. I was intrigued, but under his hiv status he put "Ask me". I messaged him and within seconds I got a response. "I have time available tonight. $60 for an hour massage, $75 for a happy ending, and $100 for whatever you want." He left his phone number and his name. Clint. After mulling it over for a few minutes, I texted him and set up an appointment for later that evening. He was right on time and eager to get started. I handed him his money which he quickly counted. "So, $100 then. You get whatever you want. And just what is that?" he asked. Feeling bold, I cup his big dick through his jeans and said, "I want you to fuck me." He responded by rubbing his crotch into my hand and nodded. We quickly went upstairs and I practically ripped his clothes off. He was fucking gorgeous and I had him all to myself, for the next 58 minutes anyway. We kissed and sucked and rubbed for the next 10 or 15 minutes, which got me super horny. He seemed to know all the right things to do to me to get me excited. He flipped me onto my back and started rubbing his cock against my hole making me moan and just as he began to teasingly push against my sphincter I remembered his ask me status. "Wait", I said as I pulled back. "What's your status? If you're poz I have condoms." He looked at me like I was insane. "I only fuck raw and I am poz. I have a very low count and I am on meds, but its still a risk. If you won't take it raw we can continue like this though. I was upset with myself for not asking earlier, but it was still pretty hot and it was way more than I had been getting lately, so we continued. He put me on my knees and began eating my hole like an expert intermittently fingering me and getting me so turned on. I couldn't believe I was going to miss having this studs dick in me. I took a big hit of poppers and as the euphoria washed over me I made up my mind and I handed him the lube.... "You sure?" he asked. I moaned as he massaged my prostate with his finger and nodded. He didn't need any other pushing to comply. Suddenly his cock was easing into my hole and I grasped the sides of the bed as he filled me up. He timed it perfectly, edging himself so that I got the full hour. With just a few minutes to spare he began fucking me harder and harder grunting with each thrust. Sweat was pouring off of him landing on my chest and cock, dripping downward adding to the lube. He gasped, rammed hard into me and grunted as his body shook with his ejaculation. He flopped down beside me took my dick into his mouth and with a few strokes I came what felt like bucket loads. As he was about to leave he swept me up in a big bear hug kissed me hard and said, "I actually had a good time tonight. I don't usually cum, but I left a huge load in you tonight. You made the right choice my friend. I'll let you know when I am back in town."

I posted on ad on Craig's list and this 20 year old college kid answered. He wanted to be with an older guy and could he come over.. Sure I said and when he showed up he was almost perfect in every way. He was a runner and there was no fat all muscle, He said he was on the local college track team he quickly got naked and we laid on the bed. He sucked me and I played with his ass. It was very firm. When I put a finger in him he just moaned. i am mostly bottom but this kid was great.i had him lay on his stomach and I rimmed him. He just moaned. Then I put a limitless lube on his hole and rubbed my dick on it. I told him to tell me when to stop but heard nothing. Then I slowly went in him. All he did was moan. I fucked him slow and then picked up the pace. As I got close I said I was going to cum and where did he want it. He just moaned so I blew my load up his ass. whien I was finished I asked how he wanted to get off. He said that was okay and do not worry. So he dressed and left. I do wonder if he realized he was fucked bareback and had my load in him

You guys are lucky its the weekend. This was another part that I couldn't stop writing until I was finished. Enjoy. Part IV Drew followed me into the living room as I sat on the couch and knelt between my legs with his hands resting on my thighs. He slowly rubbed his hands up and down the long lists inscribed on my legs, and I saw him reading them name by name. I realized he was the only other person that could remember every single name on that list, and that he was no doubt recalling each time he had first ravaged every one of them. I watched him try and grind his pinned shaft up and down between his steel abdomen and the taunt waistband of his jeans, forcing more precum out with every slow pump. I knew he was desperate to ram his massive cock into the defenseless hole of the broken stud upstairs, and shoot load after load of poisoned venom deep inside my prey. He knew that while I had torn open his sphincter and shattered his body and his mind, he would soon take that gaping and infected wound and spear it wider and deeper than I ever could. Thinking of what was in store for my fucktoy upstairs, more sap began to leak from my shaft, and quickly his gaze returned to my oozing cock. I reached forward and wrapped a hand around the back of his head. I pulled him in and drove my tongue inside his mouth, seeking to get a taste of the precum he had licked from my hand. I savored his taste as I pushed him down towards my chest. “Start at the top and work your way down.” He dove on to my nipples and began to drag and flick his rough but slick tongue across my skin. I relaxed back onto the couch and closed my eyes as I reveled in the sensations he always created. His hands roamed and kneaded my arms and shoulders, and I could feel the tension from the hours of exertion in the basement evaporating away. After the pecs he eagerly dove into my pits, and smothered his face in them. Soon he was covered with spit and sweat, and his face was glistening from his nose to his jaw as he worked lower and lower. He was always frantic when he could finally touch and worship my body, and I knew exactly why he always arrived in that state. Unlike with my other prey, I had made sure that Drew had kept his job and continued working at the fire department. I knew that every day that he worked there he was surrounded by dozens of masculine men with fantastic bodies and in excellent shape. They worked, played, ate, exercised, and sometimes showered together when they were on call for long shifts. I knew they always joked and traded sex stories about all the women they fucked, and that all Drew secretly thought about every minute there was having all of them ramming their bare dicks deep inside of him over and over again. He always imagined himself being reamed hard in each of their stories. Day after day his desire would build, until I would finally chain him down in the basement and tear open his ass to mercilessly pound his prostate, causing his infected loads to splatter across the floor from orgasm after orgasm. Finally he reached my navel, and I could feel his hands pull away from my arms. With one powerful hand, he grasped my shaft just below the glans and slowly pulled it back from my stomach. I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled it further and further back, until it was parallel with my legs. Then, as he dove down and began to lap at the puddle of clear sap that had leaked out to mix with my dried cum, his calloused thumb began to roughly work back and forth over my cockhead, pressing hard into my slit everytime he passed over it. I groaned as the pure pleasure from his ruthless thumb mixed with the ache of the tendons from my strained cock. Even as he finished getting all the precum from my abs, a fresh coat of sap already covered his hand. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. I saw that instead of getting satisfaction from finally being able to worship and taste man’s body, his hunger had only grown stronger. His hand slid down to the base of my cock and pulled my skin taunt, fully exposing the head of my cock and its seeping slit. With his deep blue eyes still locked on mine, his head descended and I watched his lips wrap around my cockhead like a teat as he cleaned off the cum and blood from earlier in the evening. He sank deeper and deeper on my shaft, and I felt his tongue slithering back and forth across my shaft as he tried frantically to consume the thick coating of fluids. He removed his hand from my dick as his head finally dropped down like an anchor hitting the sea floor and I felt his lips lock around the base of my shaft. He stayed there and began to suck, and his look of pure bliss with of my cock buried deep into that beautiful face and far down his throat caused me to clench my abs, making bead after bead of hot sap drip out of my slit. He slowly rose all the way back up until his lips returned to my glans, where his tongue would dig deep into urethra, futilely trying to force its way in to get more of my poison. After drinking as much as possible from my font, his head would drop back down to the base, where once more his lips would again lock around my shaft. Over and over he would try and vacuum more sap into my tube, and then with clamped lips slowly drag his head back up my cock, trying to press my precum out of my cock like water from straw and onto his burrowing tongue. I was moaning from the pure pleasure coming from gentle mauling of my cock as he worked it like a calf starving for his milk. His muscular arms slid down, and slowly he wrapped them around my legs and behind my knees until they were locked in the crooks of his arms. As his need built more and more, he started to going up and down faster and faster. Even though my balls were drained from having injected multiple loads into my pummeled fucktoy, I still felt a tingle spread throughout them as they stirred once more to life. Soon he stopped lashing my glans and slit, and focused on assaulting my entire shaft. The head of my cock would be pushed against the back of his throat, while his tongue and lips pressed and danced all the way down to the base. His hot saliva dripped and mixed with my precum, and soon my cock was being ridden rough and deep in its wet prison as the slime coated all the way down to my balls. I felt his arms gradually clench, and gently lift both of my feet off of the floor and up into the air. With no leverage on the floor to hold steady against his assault, my body began to slowly slide down the couch. He pulled my legs higher and further back, until soon my ass checks were hanging off the cushions and my legs were dangling helpless in the air while my hands gripped the couch to stop from falling off. He began to pull my body up every time his head would slam down, desperately trying to get my cock deeper and deeper inside him so he could consume my venom. When I first trapped him and loaded him for week after week with my poison, it had slowly devoured more and more of his body and mind. He had become permanently addicted to it. But, like the insidious toxin that it was, the more of him it ate and converted, the deeper his hunger became for more. His need for my dirty cum deep inside him had grown stronger over time, and I knew he would not stop until the last infected drop had been milked dry from my shaft. Soon my entire pelvis was being involuntarily pumped up hard and fast to meet his hungry mouth every time it slammed down, and I could feel my balls start to pull up against my body. Sensing that he was getting close to his nectar, he began to moan around my cock as it stabbed in and out of his throat. The vibrations thrummed down my shaft, and felt myself forced closer and closer towards the precipice. He eyes were locked on mine with mindless hunger. I knew that if I came he would not stop with just one load, but continue to helplessly work my abused shaft harder and harder for more. I had to stop him now before we both lost control. I lunged forward and grabbed his head with both hands and shouted, “Enough!” The sharp command in my voice worked through his frenzied haze just enough that I was able to yank his head off my cock. It whacked against my stomach with a wet slap. I had to press his head back as he instinctively tried to lean forward and swallow it again. I pulled my legs out of his arms and stood up from the couch in front of his kneeling body, while keeping him locked in place with my hands. My cock trembled in front of his face as slowly crawled back from the edge. Once I was finally back in complete control, I looked down at his pitiful face as disappointment mixed with his aching hunger. I knew that the balance of power had changing between us since that first night when I had converted him to a poz cumslut in my basement. Driven by his deepening need, he had been slowly begun demanded more and more of my venom to be satisfied. I knew that eventually that our positions would meet equilibrium, but until then I would use him as I had always used him. “So, you want my cum that bad? I was going to save it for the sack of meat upstairs, but it looks like you need to be taught a lesson.” I shoved him down the floor on his stomach, and grabbed the waist of his pants. I yanked them down to his thighs, and his freed cock was like a log going up to his navel as it kept oozing precum. He had stopped wearing underwear around me years ago. I then pushed his shirt up over his head, but kept it tight on his arms so it went across his neck. With his legs and arms constricted inside his own cloths, I straddled his body and leaned forward to press his head hard against the floor with my hand. Taking my other hand, I lined up my slime covered cock with his dry hole, and then lunged forward with all of my upper body weight. He screamed as I tore open his unprepared sphincter, and I watched his muscles spasm in agony as he was impaled. I drove all the way forward until my balls slapped against his ass cheeks, but then just as swifty pulled my cock completely out. Over and over I mercilessly thrust forward with my shaft, and soon his hole was wet with spit, precum, and streaks of blood. I grabbed the shirt on both sides of his neck and pulled it back until his head and torso were arched painfully back. His tight jeans trapped his legs and prevented him getting any leverage and my weight forced his pelvis to the floor. Pulling on his shirt, I kept slamming hard into his ass, and watched all of the huge muscles in his back and arms clench and ripple as he tried to squirm away from my assault. The harder I punched into his hole, the more I pulled against his shirt, until finally he could bend no more and his breathing began to become ragged. I kept him suspended there in agony as over and over my cock ripped past his loose hole and jammed into his prostate. I knew that I his brain had been rewired from the all years I had been breeding him, and that the pleasure and pain that was shooting through his body was causing surge after surge of precum to pulse out of his cock as it was trapped between his hard body and the floor. Soon it was greased enough that it was sliding forwards and backwards with every thrust into his ass, and I could tell that he was close to shooting his load. I wanted to make sure he understood that this was supposed a punishment not a reward, even though I had turned him into such a whore for raw cock that for him the lines between the two were beginning to blur. “If you shoot your load, I swear you will never get to fuck another one of my whores ever again.” I could hear him moan as he desperately fought to hold back his orgasm, and I started to pump even harder. Nothing turned me on as much as having a mass of twisted muscle below me pouring all of its willpower into denying itself the ultimate pleasure, and I could feel my own orgasm building faster and faster. I knew that soon I would pass the point of no return, but I was determined to pour every ounce of self-control I had into slowing the inevitable so that his own torment would seem to last an eternity. But as I continued to slam faster and faster, listening to the rapid slapping of flesh and the strangled moans coming from my poz slut while I looked at his perfect body, I knew that just as I had been altering Drew into my perfect bottom, he had been subtlety grinding my resolve down as well. I could never deny him as long as I wanted, and always ended up giving him what he so desperately needed sooner rather than later. It was a cruel irony that the deeper his need for me became, the stronger my craving for him grew. This was why I had kept Drew long after I had kept disposing his successors one by one. I knew that one day I would have to start teaching Drew how to consume his own prey, and that he would devour a far greater list of apex predators than me. But, until that day, I would pummel and punish his body as he begged for it, and pour more and more of my venom inside him. As I felt myself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, I was hammering in and out of his destroyed hole. His body had locked in place from the tsunami of pain and pleasure assaulting him, and each thrust caused his entire body to jolt forward and rub his imprisoned cock. Finally, I felt the heat of my poison shooting down my ducts, and I buried my barb deep inside him as rope after rope of cum showered his torn chute. He froze and stopped breathing, and I could feel his prostate quivering through my ecstasy. As the last of my poison weakly pulsed out of my cock, I saw his face turning red through his tan and tears in his eyes as he fought his own orgasm. After a full minute, he finally gasped for fresh air as I slowly released his shirt and sank down onto his back with my head over his shoulder. Our skin was plastered together with heat and sweat as we both heaved in fresh air and let our bodies relax. As I inhaled his scent, I eased my softening shaft out of his ruined hole and smiled as it was once more covered in blood and cum. It was time for the moment of truth. As I rolled over his limp body, I grinned as I saw a puddle of clear sap was coating the floor and his stomach. I had never seen him show so much control close to the edge and stop his orgasm. “It looks like you passed the test, if just barely.” My focus moved up to his glazed eyes, where his gaping mouth still hung open from the torture his body had just endured. “Why don’t you go meet my new toy while I go get a drink.” As I slowly stood up, he remained lying of the floor, staring past me at the ceiling. I chuckled as I moved away from Drew’s sprawled and half undressed body and headed towards the kitchen. I knew that he hadn’t forgotten the fresh hole waiting for him upstairs, and would be ready to go in a few minutes. He would put on quite a show for me this evening, and continue speeding the descent of my pozzed stud upstairs. But, I knew that someone was still going to have to clean me up again before the weekend was through.

If he wants to jack at the end, stick your tongue out to await his load and when he makes those unmistakeable signs that cumming is at hand, hold his shaft and put his cock head just inside your lips and suck and work your tongue on the underneath side. When he is done throbbing and coating your tongue, grip his hard shaft and pull toward you a few times to get that seed left in his urethra. I prefer that instead of straight down the throat. I want to savor the taste of his gift.

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Once Doug and Greg left I lay down on the bed naked and still in my boots. While I had been fucked by four guys I had never cum and still had a hard on. I put my fingers in my hole and dug some cum out of my ass and started to jack off with it. Every time it would dry up a little I would just dig in my ass and find another gob to get my dick wet. It didn’t take very long until I was shooting a load that hit the wall, my face and covered my chest. After regaining my strength, I got up and took a shower. Once I was all clean I lay down on the bed, thinking I was only going to take a nap, but fell asleep for much, much longer. At 5:00 A.M. I was awakened by a hand covering my mouth and a person’s weight pressing me into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I’m Nick, I’m your ride home.” He released his hand from my mouth and let me turn over. Standing next to the bed was another man who introduced himself as Scott. Both of them were thin wiry men with gaunt faces wearing jeans that were too big for them and matching polo shirts with their company’s logo on them. Nick was only about 5’7”, but Scott was well over 6 feet. “Let me get dressed and we can get going” I said. Nick ran his hand in between my ass cheeks and rubbed my still swollen hole. “Not so fast, this ain’t gonna be a free ride. From what I heard up and down the highway last night, you’re a pretty good piece of ass.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft cock. “Prove it.” He had a really nice cock and it didn’t take long before he was rock hard in my mouth. As I sucked him he ran his hands up and down my body, stopping every so often to pinch my nipple, which had the effect of getting me hard. Scott sat in one of the chairs and smoked a cigarette while rubbing his crotch and watching his friend get blown. From the size of his feet I was pretty sure he was gonna have a big cock. Nick got undressed and instructed me to sit on his face. His tongue was fantastic and before long there was a thin line of precum floating from the head of my dick down to Nick’s stomach. The scene must have gotten to Scott, cause he undressed revealing a very large soft cock with some major foreskin hangin’ off of it. He got on the bed in front of me, straddling Nick’s legs, grabbed me by the back of my head, and directed me to suck his cock. His crotch smelled so good from sweat and piss. As his dick hardened I was able to get my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his dick where salt from his sweat had collected. After a while, Nick had me slide down to his body and sit on his cock. Despite Nick’s efforts to make my ass wet, I was still swollen and sore enough that getting Nick’s cock in my ass still made me wince. Although it was better than having the monster that was in my mouth try to get in there first. Scott’s dick kept growing and growing. He loved to shove my face into his crotch and make me choke on his cock. Strings of spit hung from my chin as he tried force his enormous cock down my throat. Nick wanted to make it last, so he instructed me to turn around and start sucking him again and let Scott have a try at my ass. Apparently Scott knew how big he was, cause he went very slow getting his dick all the way in me. Once he was in and he could tell I was doing good, he started ramming his cock in hard. Unlike Nick, he really wanted to cum and a few minutes later he dropped his load in me. “Damn, he can take a big cock.” “Thank you Sir.” “Good boy, why don’t you sit back down on Nick’s cock and clean mine off?” “Yes Sir.” I sat back down on Nick’s cock, which at this point was a welcome relief from Scott’s flesh log, and cleaned of his shiny cock. When I was done he redressed and left the room saying “I’ll be waiting for you two in the truck.” “Yeah, we’ll be coming soon” Nick replied as I rode his cock. As promised it wasn’t long until Nick’s load coated my guts. After cleaning him off he told me to get dressed and make sure I wore the black lace-up boots. I did as instructed and followed him out to their truck, which was a cab over, not the conventionals I usually saw. I climbed in and Nick followed behind me, getting into the driver’s seat. Scot was sitting in the passenger seat smoking again. Nick pointed to the center of the cab that was raised up to accommodate the engine, “Do you know what this is?” “No sir.” “It’s called the doghouse. I want you to take off everything and get up here and sit like the little bitch puppy you are.” I did as instructed and knelt down on the padded area. It was high enough so that when we passed other truckers they could see me quite easily. Soon we were headed east on I-10 and every time we passed another truck, Nick would slow down and let the other driver see me. Sometimes they gave us the finger, but a lot of time they smiled and nodded in approval. “I need to take a piss” Nick said. “Yeah, me too” said Scott. “Let’s see if he can take piss as good as he can take cum.” Nick unzipped his pants and took his cock out. “Come over here and drink my piss so I don’t have to stop.” Being on the doghouse made this kind of difficult since it was a little higher than the seat. I put a hand on each of his thighs and took his cock in my mouth. Soon I felt a warm flow in my mouth and used my lips to cut off the flow when I needed some time to swallow. Being in the position left my ass in the air and pointed in Scott’s direction. I guess he couldn’t wait to piss, cause I suddenly felt some sort of lube being put in my ass and then I felt Scott’s big cock parting my ass. He pushed it all the way in and then let go with a strong stream of piss. As Nick finished Scott was still filling me at the other end. He must have pissed in me for a good two minutes before I felt him squeezing of a few short spurts to signal that he was done. “I’m gonna pull my dick out now and you better not let piss spray all over me fucker.” Slowly he took his cock out of my ass and as I felt the ridge from the head of his dick start to pass through my sphincter I squeezed as tight as I could. Since I was swollen from all the fucking I’d gotten none of it spilled out. “Now get back in position.” Nick said. For the next two hundred miles I knelt down and squeezed my sphincter. Finally we ended up back at the truckstop George had first picked me up at. Nick took a spot in the very back row. “Good boy, you didn’t spill a drop.” “Thank you Sir.” “Bet you need to take a piss and release all that piss from your ass too.” “Yes Sir.” Truth be told I was about to explode from my dick and my ass. “Get out on Scott’s side and I’ll come around, but don’t start till I can watch.” I climbed down the side of the truck and squatted behind the back wheels and pissed while all Scott’s piss flowed out of my ass. “Fuck, that made me hard again” Scott said. “Me too. Come over here boy and suck me while he fucks you.” They were right, watching me dump all that piss had made them hard. Nick’s cock sprang out of his pants and Scott didn’t waste any time shoving his monster up my ass and going to town on it. In a few minutes, Scott was shooting up my ass. When he was done, Nick flipped me around and shoved his cock in me while I cleaned off Scott’s dripping cock. Soon he was shooting a load in me. Once I had cleaned off Nick’s cock, they threw my bag of clothes down and told me to get dressed. Walking back to my car I could feel cum running down my leg. Can’t wait till George is back in town.