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I just took three loads off Scruff... three different guys. Fucking thick tops. I normally top but I was craving seed. Came buckets each time. Poppered up, begged for more. Totally slutty power bottom about it. Then I topped a skinny 19 year old who begged for a big dick but wanted to use a condom "Please Ive never been fucked raw".... "feel it. Try it... You'll like it..." he did. Totally shot all over without touching himself. "did you cum?" "Yes" "Where?" Where I don't need to clean it up. ;)"

Sex Enhancement Drug Trial Subject Week #1 I had just started college and was blown away by the costs. I was in need of cash and decided to check out Craig’s list for jobs. There was one that caught my eye and got my cock stirring. The head line read, “Gay males needed for sex enhancement drug trials.” I clicked the link and read the complete ad. It asked for gay college age guys age 18 to 22 who were in good health, did not use drugs of any kind and were either a bottom, versatile bottom or versatile. It required me to send a picture with my height, weight, cock size, if I was cut or uncut, the date of my last HIV test and the results. I had known I was gay as early as I can remember and with my jock body didn’t think I’d have issues finding guys to hook up with, but this was a wet dream cum true. I wrote my e-mail telling them that I was 18, 6’ weighing 160 pounds with a 7 1/2” cut cock. I included a couple of pics I had of me in my Speedo from high school swim team and a couple nudes I had showing my cock and ass. I continued to check out Craig’s list when a reply to my e-mail arrived. It asked me to drop by to complete my enrollment process. This included my filling out some paper work and submitting to blood and urine tests. The next day I dropped by the test site office just off campus. I was greeted by a cute stud that looked to be in his mid to late 20’s. He had me complete the appropriate paper work, had some blood drawn and filled a urine specimen cup. I was asked to commit to a decision how I would take the drug. The first way I could take the drug was in the form of a pill by mouth where I would be paid $250 a week. The second way was by nasal spray where I would be paid $300 a week. The third way I could take the drug was by suppository where I’d be paid $350 a week. The last way I could take the drug was by shot and I would be paid $500 a week. Since I had no problem with shots I selected the last method so I could get the most money each week. I was told that I should hear from them by the end of the week with further instructions. I arrived back at my dorm room after class on Friday to discover a message from the testing company. My labs came back all fine with a clean drug screen and a negative HIV test. They asked if I was available to participate that night in the first round of trials. If I wasn’t available I’d have to wait a couple months until the second round of testing began. I responded that I would be at the testing site at the scheduled time ready to participate. I arrived early for the trial and was shown where I could lock up my clothes. I was then shown to the shower area where a hot guy made sure I was cleaned out and ready to play. After I was all ready I was shown to an area they called the prep room where I sat down and the medication and was given final instructions before receiving the drug. The guy about to give me my shot told me “Some guys cough after getting the shot, so don’t be alarmed. You will probably feel your heart race a bit, that’s normal. If the drug is working correctly you should feel the need to get fucked immediately. After you have received your shot you are to enter the play area and have as much sex as you want. You will be monitored by close circuit TV and the number of times you have sex will be recorded along with the number of loads of cum you take inside you. Since all participants have been screened it is your choice to use protection. Most participants choose to take it raw or bareback.” I watched as he placed a rubber strip on my arm just as they did when they drew blood. He then took a syringe with the drug inside and stuck it in my arm. I watched in fascination as the contents disappeared into my vein. He then put pressure over the injection site, raised my arm overhead and asked if I was ready. I nodded ‘YES’ and he pulled the rubber strip off. I coughed a couple times and felt exactly as he described. I NEEDED TO BE FUCKED!!! He let go of my arm and told me to have fun. I walked through the door and noticed 4 other guys from college that were in different areas getting fucked. I was quickly approached by a hot stud with a hard dripping cock. The thing looked to be nearly 8” as he pushed me to my knees and fed me his tool. As I sucked his cock I was approached from behind and felt a couple hand pull me into doggy position as the stud I was sucking dropped to his knees. I kept working the cock into my throat I felt a stiff cock at my hole. Before I could look I felt the cock driven deep inside me in one stroke. Normally it can take me a while before I can take dick like that but the drug they gave me had me wanting that cock bad. I took a moment to ask the guy fucking me to pound his load home. He wasn’t one to disappoint as I felt him hammer away while I tried to coax a load from the guy I was sucking. I could hear the guy fucking me begin to breath heavy indicating he was close to cumming. He then thrusted in deep and groaned out as I felt his cock spasm in my ass. It wasn’t until the guy fucking my throat pulled away that I got a good look at the stud that just fucked my hole. He was as hot as the rest with a cute tattoo on his lower abs. I could barely make it out and wasn’t able to place it but thought I had seen it in biology or the doctor’s office before. As he pulled out I noticed that he had fucked my bareback and I had taken a stranger’s load. In my mind I didn’t care, I just knew I needed more cock. I didn’t have to wait long when the guy that I had been sucking slammed his tool inside me. With the priming I did with my mouth I didn’t have to wait long for his load when I felt his cock spasm inside my hole. I lost track of time but by morning I had been fucked by every guy in the place and some more than once. As I left the testing site I was informed that I was fucked almost 30 times and took about 20 loads. I was told to return the following Friday for my next session.

What a fucked up week! It started out pretty much normal with the exception of my partner Brian being on a rare business trip. I am self-employed so my schedule is pretty flexible. I usually go to the downtown YMCA late afternoons but on Wednesday I went mid morning so I could do some chores as well. The Y was pretty empty so I relaxed in the sauna after my workout. I could see from the sauna door a muscular stud prowling from the shower who put on a bit of a show toweling himself off before entering the steam room. I am not a prude so I followed him. Two guys were in there when I entered. It was extremely steamy inside and I could barely make them out until I was quite close. I sat across from them so I could see what they were doing and if perhaps there might be a little action going on. While I am “monogomish” with Brian, I certainly feel free to jack off with others if it is discreet and occasionally will suck a bit as well. One of them ducked out pretty fast and that left the muscular stud alone with me. “How’s Brian?” he asked. That got my attention! “Ummmm, he is fine, thanks” was my reply. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” Well, it WAS steamy and I didn’t have my glasses on. He scooted closer. “I’m Vince.” he explained. He offered me his hand and held mine a bit longer than necessary while I told him that my name is Mike. “We met once at a party” Vince continued. After a pause, he gave me the key I needed. “I used to date Brian.” “Oh! That Vince!” I winced as that was supposed to be my private reaction. Vince chucked “Yes, I suppose you could say that. Has Brian said much about me?” I replied "Not really" and that was the truth. I was under the impression it was just a short-term thing and I had never pressed Brian about it. Vince confirmed they hadn’t dated too long, but after a moment he said that Brian had a fabulous ass. I wasn’t jealous, exactly, as I stammered "Why, yes he does." Vince had turned towards me and I couldn’t help to see his ample junk flopping in plain view. “I really enjoyed using his hole and I was sorry that there wasn’t the chemistry to make it work as a relationship.” This seemed like an honest declaration; although my ears and dick perked up at his way of saying he had fucked Brian. “I was the first man to fuck Brian with a PA” Vince not so discreetly grabbed his crotch as he continued. “Brian was really tight and I had to use a lot of lube on his hole as I stretched him with my fingers and also used lots of lube on my rubbers.” Vince was clearly getting hard and between seeing his sizable tool and hearing his talk, I was rock hard very quickly. I could see the thick gauged PA accenting his big head and it looked hot as hell. “Brian sucked well, although he had a hard time deep throating me.” Vince pointed his very erect dick at me and pondered “I wonder how you would do?” I was really horny as I had not cum in a few days, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to play with Vince due to his previous relationship with Brian. That didn’t seem particularly discreet. Vince seemed to pick up on my discomfort. “Look, it was many years ago when I had Brian and I never kiss and tell. Just grab and feel it.” Damn was it meaty and big! What the fuck—grabbing it couldn’t get me in trouble. Grabbing it, however, proved to be insufficient. Vince was pinching my nips (a hot spot for me) and feeling me up all over. “Come on, just taste it…try it, you’ll like it.” We both laughed at that so I figured what the hell. I got it about half way down before it became a challenge. Vince with over 8” long—and I mean REAL inches and way thicker than most. “Are you a better cock sucker than Brian? Show me how you suck, Mike!” He grabbed my head and started to face-fuck me. Someone came in at that point so I quickly sat down next to Vince. As the mystery guy was obscured in the steam, Vince kept touching me. As he rubbed my ass cheek I couldn’t help raising my hip to give him access to my hole. It was exciting to play while another man was nearby but unaware. When we were alone again Vince had me face away from him and then he knelt down and latched his mouth on my sweaty hole. FUCK that is a turn on for me! He stood up and rubbed his dick against my hole as he reached around to my nips and chewed on my neck and ear. “I wanna fuck your hole” he growled. I literally had chills run down my spine. I wasn’t going to take him raw so I turned around and said it wasn’t private here and I didn’t have any rubbers with me. “Brian always made me wear a rubber, too” Vince admitted. “I have some special ones in my gym bag and lube, too” he offered. I asked how they were special and he said that they were extra large and fit his big dick the way rubbers should fit a man. “Brian always loved how I fucked him and you will, too!” My resistance was low and my libido was high. Vince was pushing to seal the deal. He didn’t have a place available, but he was open to suggestions. I admitted Brian was out of town, but I had never brought anyone home with me. Vince was pawing me and playing me to the point of surrender. “Come on” he sighed “You are going to love it!” I did want it, but I told him that only Brian had fucked me for the last 6 years. This seemed to make his eyes gleam. “Look, here is the truth: I am moving out of state this weekend and this is the only time I’ll ever be able to be with you. I want my last memory of here to be with you.” He kissed me and his tongue plunged in. After a few minutes of serious tongue dueling and his hands possessing me I told him to meet me in the locker room and I’d give him my address. I just about chickened out while throwing my clothes on, but Vince showed up with his towel wrapped around his waist with an almost obscene bulge erasing my doubts: I gave him my address and said give me 20 minutes to get ready at home as I wanted to be prepped and squeaky clean for the fuck-session. Vince was prompt and started deep kissing as soon as he entered the door. He appreciated my jock strap and said it was perfect. I suggested the couch but he just said “uh uh. I want you on you and Brian’s bed.” In for a penny in for a pound flashed through my head as I led the way. “I can’t wait to fuck you like I fucked Brian so long ago!” Brian and I fucked protected for six months before we got our second negative HIV test and went to bare sex. As much as I prefer getting fucked ‘skin to skin’, I wasn’t going to take any chances with Vince even though he said he only tops. I am versatile, but if I am honest, I get off on fantasies of being fucked by a stud like Vince. I was glad that Vince brought his special condoms so I could get fucked just like Brian did. I could imagine that smaller condoms would be way too restrictive. Vince didn’t just ‘slide and ride’. He made me suck him hard and wet, lick his nuts and when I saw his hairy ass my tongue couldn’t resist. “Awwwwwww! Yeah, fucking worship me and you will get the fuck of your lifetime!” He promised. He also encouraged me by saying the more turned on he was, the harder he fucked and the bigger load he shot. What could be better? Still, after a good 20 minutes of foreplay I was getting crazy to get filled. Vince started his prep with eating my hole and rather harshly finger fucking me. It sort of hurt, but I was so damned horny I just moaned and relaxed to give him better access. The sooner I was open, the sooner he could breed my hole he promised. He told me he was good for two loads so if I was only good for one, I should wait until he was giving me load number two. “Fuck yes” I agreed. He wanted me on all fours for the first fuck. I saw him open the package and slide the rubber on, pinching the tip to make sure there would be room for his load. I assumed the position as he added his lube that he said looked and felt just like cum. I had heard of it, but had never tried it. The push in was slow but constant. The PA felt awesome rubbing against my prostate and I moaned as he filled me up. It was my first time being fucked with a PA, just like Vince was Brian’s first. Vince started out slow and told me how much he liked to see his dick slide in and out. After a few minutes I was relaxed enough for him to pull out and shove back in. “If only you could see what my dick looks like now” he groaned. I wanted to know a few things. “You like my ass? How does it feel for you? How do I compare to Brian?” Hey, a little praise goes a long way for me! “Needy, aren’t you!” Vince chuckled. “Mmmmmmm your ass is fine. It is tight, warm and you have great muscle control. I love how it is hungry for what I am giving you. I’d say I am happier being inside your hole than Brian’s. It fucking turns me on that you are cheating on him and giving me your hole to use just like I used him. My load will be your reward!” This talk was going to both of my heads. I get off on dirty talk. “Fuck me, Vince! I want it bad!” His thick dick was pleasing me and hurting me at the same time. The combination was making me groan and beg please. Vince started to pound harder and my response was instant. I squirmed and groaned while he started his end run. “Fuck yes, Mike! I am so loving this! I am going to fucking own your ass and claim it as mine. You want that, don’t you? You want me to do that? You want my dick?” “Please Vince!” I cried. “You want me to use your hole just like I used Brian’s, right?” YES “You don’t care that you are cheating on your partner?” Just use me, Vince, please! “That is exactly what I am doing. I am going to reward you for your bad behavior…damn, I am so close!” Fuck me Vince! Use me! Make my ass yours! Despite the condom, I swore I could feel the heat of his load pulsing inside me as he screamed and shoved his dick as far as it could go. “There! I am giving you what you deserve, Mike! Arrrrrr! I fucking own your cheating ass!" The stimulation was just too much! I exploded on the sheets and cried out. “That’s it! Cum on my dick and milk every drop out! Vince hissed. His weight pushed me flat on my stomach and I enjoyed the afterglow of his still hard dick twitching as my ass rhythmically clenched and relaxed. Brian always says that turns him on and Vince seemed quite content to let me keep working on him. About five minutes later, after we had each recovered our breath, Vince pulled out, while still pressing me down into the mattress and pulled his condom off to toss in his open gym bag. “It’s my souvenir” he snickered as he nibbled my ear. Vince turned me over and got in a 69 position with his semi-hard dick pointing at my mouth. “Clean me up!” he commanded. I gladly sucked his dick as he sucked on my sensitive dick and nuts. After a while he grabbed my thighs and exposed my ass to his probing fingers, sighing at the same time, “Damn does your ass look fine." His dick gradually went from spongy to rock hard. He re-positioned himself between my legs and reached over to grab another condom. He told me I was lubed inside and out from his first fuck as he suited up. He told me to grab his dick and place it where I needed it. His eyes closed in pleasure and he just said “ahhhhhhhh” as he pushed deep into me. “The first fuck was just a warm up. I want you to watch me, hold on to me with your hands and totally experience what I am doing to you. You are going to always remember this fuck.” I was putty in his hands and I just whimpered a little as my hands wrapped around his strong back. “That’s it. Give yourself to me. After today you’ll always associated getting fucked with what I am doing right now.” Usually doggy is my favorite position for being fucked, but Vince was right—this was a special experience. I couldn’t remember feeling so possessed by another man. Vince locked his hands on my body throughout the fuck: either on my legs, my nipples or holding on to my shoulders. His eyes rarely left mine and while it didn’t feel romantic, there was something so primal about this fuck. I told Vince that and he said “That’s right. I am fucking you the way a man should fuck another man.” I confessed that the only thing that would be better would be to have him fuck me raw, but I quickly added that I couldn’t do that. Vince smiled and said condom or not, I was being fucked the way it should be. I was surprised how hard I was. Vince knew how to keep me stimulated from within and without. Nevertheless, after about 30 minutes I was getting rather sore from the relentless fucking and PA clad head rubbing inside me. Vince said there was no need to stop and add lube as he was getting close again. “Fuck yes” I moaned. “I want it bad.” “What do you want?” Vince asked. “What do you want from me, Mike? You want me to use you like I used Brian? You want to be claimed as mine?” I was moaning yes and please almost like a chant. “You want this connection? You want to be bred by me? By now I was almost babbling as Vince was going in for the kill. I kept begging for him to have his way with me, to use me, to breed me. Despite his condom I could pretend that he was going to breed my torn up ass with his seed. “Yes, fucker! Here comes the breeding you have always wanted. The fuck you will always remember; I…FUCKING…OWN…YOU!!!” Each word was accentuated with full penetration. He went still on the last word and flexed and throbbed like crazy. “You’ve got it…you are fucking bred…ahhhhhhh…” A few quick strokes with my hand and I was shooting clear on my chest. I was way louder than I usually am. There was something so satisfying about that fuck. We were both sweating as we came off our fuck-high. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed fucking you, Mike.” It was almost tender. “I’ll always remember fucking you.” He added. It wasn’t lip service when I told him that the pleasure had been mine. Vince slowly pulled out and tossed his second condom in his bag. We both took a short shower together with Vince massaged my hole saying “Just so I'll always remember your ass.” I laughed and was in a great mood. Vince kissed me deeply and told me that he really enjoyed fucking me…just like he had fucked Brian he added. I confessed I couldn’t believe Brian was willing to let go of his fuck tool. “Well, I am just glad I could have you today…in a way, I feel like I fucked Brian as well by fucking you.” Later that afternoon I emptied a huge amount of lube out of my ass. Fingering my hole and smelling the goo I had to agree that Vince’s lube was the closest thing to cum that I had ever had. Brian got back late Friday and we fucked like bunnies. I enjoyed fucking him bare and pretended that Vince was me. I mentioned I had seen Vince at the Y in conversation late Saturday and that he was moving out of state. Brian seemed to be in a pensive mood and I asked what he was thinking about. Brian explained that even though Vince was hot sex, he was glad he was with me. I smiled at that and asked why he hadn’t stayed with Vince. “Well, we weren’t dating too long and I guess I was a bit naive.” I asked what about. “I always seemed to be full of lube after Vince fucked me and I checked and saw that his stash of rubbers were all carefully slit at the tip and put back in the package.” My heart lurched. “It’s just as well he is moving, I guess. I heard he is poz now and I’d hate to think that anyone I know might get bred like I was…”

Couple messaged on Grindr. Both in late 30's, one black one hispanic. BF is out of town so need some attention. They came over, took turns fucking me, then tried dp but i wasn't stretched out enough so went back to getting spit roasted. First guy came in me then black guy switched places and he also came up me. They got dressed and left me in my bed still dripping.

Week 3 When I woke Monday I went and picked up my check and had my blood drawn. The guy who drew the sample told me that I didn’t look all that good. I told him that when I woke up I wasn’t feeling all that well. He suggested that I go home and climb into bed for the day. After taking my check to the bank I did as he suggested and spent the next 3 days in bed. I woke Thursday starting to feel better and was grateful since I did not want to miss the next trial session Friday night. I headed to the testing, received my shot and got fucked like I had the previous two weeks. I saw the hottie and his roommate who double fucked me the week before. Half the night I spent with them tag teaming me, fucking and seeding my hole. After we were all done we exchanged numbers as the sun came up. Week 4 The week started like normal. I picked up my check and had my weekly blood draw when I was asked if I’d like to make some extra money this final week. I was interested in more money and asked how. I was told if I consented to spending the weekend getting multiple doses of the drug. The testing would start as early as I was available Friday and would last until Sunday. My interest was definitely peaked so I asked how much more could I earn? If I was available the entire time I could make $750. I could get an extra $250 if I was willing to try multiple forms of the drug. That made a total of $1000 I would make in addition to the $750. I couldn’t resist and agreed to the weekend testing. When I arrived Friday afternoon I prepared for a long weekend of sex. I was taken to the sling again and was prepped for my shot. I didn’t say a word as I laid there as the fixed tourniquets on both my arms. The shots were administered in both arm at the same time, but the tourniquets were removed one at a time. First the right one was pulled off and I felt the drug work into my chest as I coughed out and with no warning the left one was pulled off and I felt that hit me hard. As I lay there I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had a little trouble focusing as I felt something cool being inserted into my ass. I faintly recall someone saying that I was given a suppository that would slowly melt and ass to my high. My high, I thought this was a sex enhancement drug not a drug that gets a guy high. I was trying to comprehend what was being said but all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. It didn’t take long before I was starting to get fucked. One by one each guy began to fuck me as I began to feel a slight burn in my ass and felt the feeling of the drug begin to get stronger. As the weekend continued they kept giving me one form of the drug or another. At one point I was taken out of the sling and I was laid over a bed to allow my ass to rest. As I lay there and fed a nice cock to suck I felt a stinging on my low back. I had no clue what was going on. I was then put back in the sling where the fucking resumed. I guess that it was Sunday as I began to come around. I was no longer in the testing facility. I did not recognize where I was until I saw a guy with a towel over his shoulder that read “The Boys Club”. I knew this to be the local bath house near campus. I was trying to figure out how I was now at the local bath hose when I felt a slight sting on my low back. I got up and as I wondered around I found a key around my wrist. It had a number on it that I was told was a locker where I would find my clothes. As I pulled my underwear on I felt a sting as the waist band rested on my low back. I walked over to the mirror and looked to see a tattoo half hidden by the waist band of my underwear. I lowered the band so I could see the full tattoo to find that same strange symbol I saw on some many guys who fucked me over the 4 weeks of the trial. As I was looking at the tattoo a guy walked in and asked if I liked his work. He continued that they didn’t see many guys my age who bug chased and then celebrated testing poz with a biohazard tattoo.

this is the story of how i became a bottom bitch for the city's best BBC escort PART 1 His name was Tom. We met right after he moved here, he wasn't in the trade at the time. young, actually; he was 19 and I was 23. I was a tall, thin, hung, vers guy at the time. 6'4" 190, with a very thick 8" uncut cock that got a lot of attention. Of course, I suspected his black dick was even bigger. Our first few meetings were just awkward casual stuff, making out here and there, nothing serious. That changed though, one night, when he invited me over to his new apartment. I didn't really know what to expect, but given how hot he was, I was never going to turn him down. Black guys in my town were very rare, and he was 6'1", 200lb, built and packing a 9" uncut thick piece I'd only begun to play with. I knew I wanted him, I just didn't know how badly. At any rate, he told me to head to his place that night, and I obeyed. When I got there, he was chilling on his couch, smoking a joint and watching some bareback porn. I immediately noticed the glass pipe and a small bag of crystal on his table; i'd done the stuff only once before, and I ended up getting raped all night by a guy I'd never seen again - but it was one of the best nights of my life, all the same. I sat down next to him. "You smoke t?" he asked, caressing my thigh. "Done it before, never smoked it though." "You'll like it." he said, as he reached for the pipe and lit it. He took a huge toke, winked at me, and tugged at my shirt. I exhaled as I fell into him, and we kissed gently as he blew the smoke back into my lungs. "See? Have some more." He passed me the pipe, and torched the chamber for me, as I sucked it back, several times more. I sat back, as he did the same. All of a sudden, my body was buzzing; my ass was tingling; my cock shriveled into my balls. As he finished toking, I took off my shirt. "That's better. Make yourself comfortable." He put down the pipe on the table, and sat back down on the couch. All of a sudden, I noticed that his cock was hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, half hard and drooling from the tip. I couldn't stop staring at it. I was transfixed - it was so big, so beautiful, a real man's dick, and I wanted it. Bad. "You like that big black dick, don't you? Why don't you show me how much you like it?" He grabbed my wrist, and drew my hand right onto his dribbling, half-hard member. I grabbed on like my life depended on it and started stroking it. "Show me how much you like that dick, boy." I fell off the couch to my knees, and started sucking on his dick. I couldn't wait to see it erect, it was already huge in my hand, i knew it would be choking my throat in no time. "Yeah, suck that dick, show me how bad you want it." His dick was still semi-hard so I could take it to his balls, but with every stroke it was stiffening, and hitting the back of my throat. "Look at me while you suck my dick." I realized I'd basically tuned out, eyes closed. I looked up. His eyes were locked on mine. It was a completely different person than I'd known before we smoked up. He stroked through my hair, and then grabbed it firmly. "Look at me while you suck my dick," he told me, staring right at me. "I promise," I babbled between strokes, unable to resist. I kept going down on him, eyes locked on his - and his cock just kept getting bigger, and bigger - i couldn't take it anymore. "Good boy. I love watching those sweet white lips on my nigger meat." He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me. "Those lips on my cock head, that's what really gets me off. It's so sensitive - I want you to work that head for me, okay babe?" I nodded, and he pushed me right back down into his crotch. As I engulfed his cockhead with my lips, he kept stroking through my hair and staring right into my eyes. With every moan his cock got harder and harder, until it was an enormous 9" wrist-thick piece of big black meat. "Look how hard you got me, boy. What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" He pulled me up by my hair again, and reached around to finger my hole. I moaned. "What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" he repeated. "I want you..." I whispered. My grip tightened around his now rock-hard, 9x7 uncut member. "WHAT?" "I want you." I said, a little louder. "You want me to WHAT, boy?" "I want you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck this little white hole do you?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me, and I groaned. "Yeah, it looks like you want some nigger meat in this white boy hole of yours." A second finger pushed its way in. "You want me to fuck this white boy pussy?" His fingers were pushing deeper and deeper, and I was losing control. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "What do you want?" "I want you tu fuck my white boy pussy." I said, surprising even myself. He rubbed the fingers he'd pulled out of my ass against my lips. "Get on the bed and spread your legs, I want to eat that hole before I fuck it." He slapped my ass and pushed me off the couch in the diretion of the bedroom. Obviously, I didn't need any further encouragement - all I could think about was his throbbling, droooling, massive cock. I basically leapt onto the bed into the doggy position, legs spread wide. "That is a nice ass you have there, boy. Now you hold still." He grabbed my ass cheeks and groped them, then spread them, and started licking my hole. I lost my mind immediately; the combination of the foreplay and the tina send me completely over the edge. The more he ate my hole the more I needed him, as his tongue drove deeper and deeper into me. It was the most overwhelming rimming I'd ever received. It didn't last long, as he could clearly sense how hungry I was. "That is some nice white boy butt you have there, boy," he whispered in my ear, as he slipped his thumb back into my asshole. "Are you going to let me fuck it?" "Yes, please, please fuck my white boy hole!" I nearly shouted, as his thumb rubbed against my prostate, and my shrunken cock dribbled precum. He added another two fingers to his assault of my ass, pushing deeper, making me moan louder and louder. Then, with three fingers up my ass, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him, sitting me up on the bed. "I will. First, smoke a little more, okay?" He wiggled his fingers inside of me as he stared into my eyes. Then with his spare hand he picked up the pipe from the bedside and passed it to me along with a lighter. "I want to see you take three big tokes, and then I'll fuck this white boy pussy." He thumbed my prostate again and I groaned. I held the pipe as he lit the torch. One. Two. Three. He stared at me through every one, massaging my ass with his fingers. There was no escape. With every breath I was losing control more and more. "Good boy. Hold still, I need some too..." he pulled his hand out of my ass, and the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. "Oh no please don't-" I squealed. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Now shut up and spread your hole again while I get ready to fuck you." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up and kissed me, and then threw me back down onto the bed. "On your knees again, I want to see that hole," he demanded, as he lit the freshly-loaded pipe. I got back up into the doggy position, with my legs spread again. Now that my ass was lubed and fingered it was cold as hell, as well as tingling with hunger to be filled. I was intensely embarassed by my cold, wet rosebud being exposed to the world but knew I had no choice whatsoever. I heard him put the pipe down on the table, and then heard a slapping noise, which was him fastening a cockring to his giant 9" cock and big black balls. "Does that white hole want to get fucked?" he asked. I moaned. "You want some nigger meat in that white boy hole don't you?" I moaned again. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it in you." "I want you to fuck my boy hole," I whimpered, and his hands slid along my hips. His cock slipped through my asscrack, and then rubbed back and forth against my hole. "Tell me you want this nigger meat in your white boy hole," he said, breathing on my neck, his massive, throbbing cockhead pressing, ever so gently but firmly, against my asshole, threatening to enter, but not quite. "Beg for this nigger meat, or you're not getting fucked tonight." "Please, please, fuck my white boy hole, fuck it with your nigger meat, I need your nigger meat in me please, please, pleasssseeee..." I didn't have to fake my petulant tone as the threat of not getting fucked at all, with my ass already wet with anticipation, my whole body shaking with desire, had sent me into complete overdrive. Amd as I kept shouting please, please, please, he thrusted his whole nine inches balls deep into me in one swift, brutal stroke. I froze in ecstasy, as he nibbled my neck as his balls slapped against mine. "Oh am I ever going to fuck this hole of urs. Why didn't you tell me you had such a sweet little pussy, boy." He pulled his dick out to the tip and thrust it right back to the balls. "You white boys have the nicest pussy, and it loves getting fucked by nigger meat don't it?" He continued thrusting into me, over and over. I couldn't even speak, the pleasure was overwhelming. He drove his cock to the hilt, and grabbed my wrist. "Why are you jerking yourself?" his deep voice whispered into my ear again. I didn't even realise I had been furiously masturbating my limp dick since he'd begun fucking me. "That little boy dick isn't going to get hard tonight. You're a white boy pussy, that dick ain't good for nothing. Do you want to get fucked or not?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me, please...." "Good boy," he grabbed both of my wrists and shoved me down onto my stomach, and started thrusting his cock into my ass over and over. "A pussy boy like you doesn't touch his dick. Not if he wants to get fucked. All you need to worry about is how you're going to take this nigger meat, understand? My cock is the only one you're going to think about." I swear i could feel his dick harden even more and push deeper and deeper into my ass. "Tell me, pussy boy, that you won't touch yourself again." "I'm your pussy boy and I won't touch myself again I just want you to fuck me with your nigger meat please please keep fucking me with your nigger meat that's all I want..." He moaned, and shoved me down and doubled his pace of thrusting. "Good. If you need something to do with those soft white boy hands of yours, play with my nipples or my balls, keep your back arched... or smoke some more tina like the slut you are." he suddenly lifted me up and thrust the pipe into my face. "Breathe in, slut." He pushed his dick in to the balls again, and I could feel it throb it was so hard - was he ever getting off on this. So was I. I sucked in deeply. "See? No need to fight it, you have such a hot ass, it deserves dick in it." He took the pipe from me and inhaled a few times himself; each time I could feel his dick harden and heat up, like a threat, or a promise. He dropped the pipe over the bed and grabbed me tightly again. "I thought your white boy ass was going to turn out to be a bit of a slut, but I had no idea what a pussy little bitch you'd turn out to be," he roared at me, as he drilled my ass from behind over and over. He pulled out suddenly to fip me onto my back, and I instincively pulled my legs into my air and he slid his massive cock right back into my ass and continued fucking me. "Turns out you're a born pussy boy, aren't you. Look at this little pussy dick." On my back, there was no hiding my normally 8" dick shriveled to the size of a peanut. He stroked it idly, as if it were funny to him. "This is the last time I ever touch your dick, bitch. Understand? I don't ever want to see it again. All I want is this sweet white boy hole wrapped around my nigger meat. Deal?" He gripped my tiny, soft dick tighter, and picked up the pace of his fucking. "Deal!!" I moaned. "So you're not going to tuch your little boy dick ever again around me? Because you want this nigger meat in your pussy so bad?" "Yes I promise I'll never touch it again I just want you to fuck my white boy pussy!" as this spurted out of my mouth to my own surprise, he grabbed both of my legs and shoved me flat into the bed to fuck me even deeper. "Oh boy, you really are a bitch aren't you. This white ass is just desperate for big black cock. Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut?" He suddenly pulled out of me, and flipped me back onto my knees, and thrust three fingers deep into my hole. "Hahaha, look at you, you're not even going to budge as long as I'm in that pathetic little pussy of yours." He kept fingering my hole and it was true; I couldn't move, it was too fantastic. "You're completely addicted to nigger meat, and I'm going to show you what that means. You're mine now, boy, and I am not letting you go. This pussy is too sweet." I moaned and moaned as he continued fingering my ass. Little did I know what his other hand was up to. "Hold still." His hand withdrew, and I groaned - "HOLD STILL I SAID!" and I didn't dare budge. "A slut hole like this deserves a treat," he whispered. I could feel his cockhead return to my hole, rubbing against it again, this time with a warm tingling sensation. And with one fluid motion he was buried in my ass again, but this time with it came an enormous burning and then an overwhelming pleasure. He'd covered his massive erection in meth and was pounding it into my asshole - and now he was in complete control. Before I could even adjust to the overwhelming sensations he resumed fucking me silly. "What a slutty white boy you are, letting ur ass get booty bumped by nigger meat, what were you thinking? " he boomed, hammering my ass over and over, grabbing my hips tightly, pushing deeper and deeper into my ass than ever before, the meth setting it all on fire with need. "You can't say no to big black dick like this, can you? This pussy is all mine now." "ohhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered, the only word I could muster through the sensory overload. His cock driving the booty bump back and forth into my ass was only making him stiffer and stiffer, and I could barely understand anything beyond the massive black cock that was filling my insides with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck this sweet white boy pussy of yours all night long." He pulled his cock out to the head, and slapped each of my cheeks, and then thrust it back in to the balls. "But you want me to fuck you all night long, don't you boy?" "....yesssss....." I moaned, struggling not to black out. "Yeah? You want your white boy hole bred by this nigger meat don't you? Your boy pussy likes being filled up doesn't it?" My tiny boy cock was frantically spurting precum as he told me exactly what I already knew. There was nothing I wanted more than this god of a man to keep fucking me. "And you're not going to touch that little white boy dick either, are you?" He laughed, and flicked my soft dick with his finger. He pulled his dick out entirely and slapped me across the face to get a response. I nodded frantically and licked hungrily at his nipples. "Yes, I just want to be your boy pussy, I want you to fuck me all night, I want you to breed my hole, please keep fucking me, please, please, please!!" As I submitted completely he rammed his rock-hard cock back into me, drilling me over and over as I screamed nonsense, as his dick kept stroking me deeper and deeper. "GOOD BOY." He locked eyes with me again, and continued fucking me with long, steady strokes from head to balls of his fat 9" cock. "I am going to breed this hole. Repeatedly. As long as you keep being such a well behaved little bitch, you are going to get this dick in you. And that's what you need isn't it?" He pulled out his dick to spit on my hole, and started circling his cockhead around it. "You're addicted to nigger meat now aren't you." "YES YES I'M ADDICTED I NEED IT IN ME PLEASE PUT IT BACK KEEP FUCKING ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG AND BREED MY WHITE HOLE OVER AND OVER" I was thrashing around, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He grabbed me by the throat and drew me to him. His eyes locked onto mine again, dead serious. His cockhead slipped into my hole, just barely. "This is what you are now. A pussy full of nigger meat. What a lucky boy you are. Lots of bitches want this cock, but I picked your pussy to fill up tonight. " I just nodded, as his steel-hard cock slipped back into me. He smiled, and began fucking me relentlessly. "Let's see how many loads I can leave in this hole for you... here comes number one!" He kept fucking me harder and harder. He started groping me frantically, as his cock swelled within me. He lifted me up entirely, and threw me on top of him, and began slamming my ass from below. I started cumming from him fucking me, my tiny boy dick spurting jizz onto his chest. He grinned, slammed his big black cock as deep as it'd go in me, and shot his massive load deep into my guts. I crumpled on top of him, and he kissed me on my neck. "Stay here with me, boy, and I will keep that pussy feeling good." I did. We fucked for another eight hours. He had three more major orgasms, but who knows how many loads he left in my ass. He fucked a few loads out of me as well, without touching my cock of course. We finished well after dawn. When he finally let me go home, he left me with instructions. Keep all his cum in my ass as long as possible, When I came back, I had to wear a jockstrap to hide my cock if I ever wanted to get fucked again. I had to stop shaving my ass crack, as he liked it hairy. And I had to show up spotlessly clean and ready to fuck all night long next time he asked, because once he started in on my ass he couldn't stop. And obviously, I had to smoke tina with him. I agreed to everything instantly. The next time couldn't come soon enough.

Though a work of fiction in, this story is based on real life events. Part One - The hookup "Hi." "Hey there." That's all it took. He was clearly nervous and it seemed like his first time there, but as soon as I finished those words the young chubby boy was already on his knees, fishing my quick hardening dick from my pants. No talk, no games. Just like a cruising area should be. "Oh fuck. I love your dick! It's so big..." "Not really, it's just a bit over 7inches, but I'm glad you like it babe." And with that he started sucking me. He started gently, just kissing the head, licking my piss slit for any precum. Clearly he did not have much practice but he was turning out to be a fast learner and that was good enough for me. As soon as he started trying to deepthroat it, I knew he was in trouble. This 22yo had just admitted to himself he was gay, this was the third time he had been with a guy, and though he was trying, he was having some difficulty swallowing it all. It wasn't unexpected to feel him tense up as I grabbed the back of his head and started trying to force more of my dick inside his young mouth. "Relax sweetie, I'll never hurt you" was all that I had to say. His doe eyes opened wide, and I could see I had him. Slowly I forced my way inside his throat, ignoring the gagging and the tears filling up his eyes. "See, you have it all in your mouth. Fuck you're good!" I held him there for a bit before pulling out and forcing it all the way in again. Testing his gag reflex before allowing him to get back on working my dick for a while. I don't usually cum with blowjobs, so I just pulled him back up and kissed him. This chubby was now mine and I knew it. Not that I'm a stud or the best fuck around, but when you top, you know when you have a bottom in the palm of your hand. You can see the lust and devotion in his eyes, and you know you can do what you want. "I need you to fuck me." No news for me, but I knew the choice had to be his. "Do you have condoms? I didn't bring any as I thought I was just going to get sucked." A lie. "Fuck. I didn't either." "We can meet some other day and I'll fuck your juicy ass then. In the meantime you can just suck me off" I baited him. "Can you just rub it against my hole? It's been ages since I've been fucked and I've never had one so big. I just want to feel it there." That was it. He had made his choice. "Dude, I love your ass." was all I could say and he spread his cheeks for me and leaned against the car. It wasn't even a hole. It was just a slit of pink flesh, waiting to be opened up. "You clean down there? I don't want to taste nothing funky" I told him before diving in. Clearly, he had never been eaten out. His legs were trembling, his moans were becoming louder by the minute and his hands kept pushing his ass cheeks further apart as he moved backwards and tried to get more of my tongue inside him. I knew he was ready then. I just stood up, and as he had requested, rubbed my fat cockhead on his hole. Once again, I knew I was going to breed him, but he had to make the choice himself. He started trying to get the timing right, moving his ass back as I bucked my hips. My hands rubbing his shoulders and his back, only letting go for a slight slap on the ass. And then I saw him. Just on the other side of the road, looking at us. I recognized the guy fron an earlier conversation; a friend had just pointed him out and told me: "Hey, if you take loads tonight, don't take his...". I understood what my friend meant. By then my bottom was grinding hard against me, oblivious to the stranger watching, he softly moaned "Will you fuck me raw?" "I don't know man... I just met you. It's really not my thing." Another lie. "Do you have HIV?" I loved the mix of desire and fear in his voice. "No! DO YOU??" That fake revolt at the question always works to make them take the final step. "No! Will you do it? But please... don't cum inside my ass." With that I just pushed my head through the tight ring, no condom and only using spit for lube, making him scream in both pain and pleasure. And there we were, a chubby inexperienced 22 year old boy, bending over for my 30 year old thick bareback bear dick. Trying to back away but trapped against the hood of my car as I slowly but forcefully raped open his amazingly tight ass, feeling his ass muscles tighten, trying to push my bare cock out. His hands on my hips trying to stop me from entering him. No sound except for a low continuous moan, the sound of someone who can't even come to terms with asking me to stop, the sound of someone who can't even find the strength to scream as he is grabbed by the shoulders and pulled back on the raw cock tearing him apart. I had him then. And once I had my dick all the way up his ass, I kissed him on the neck and knew what he was about to say before he even said it. "Fuck me please. I'm all yours" Part 2 - The stranger to come soon!

Chris couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t attached to a girl. Even before he knew how to spell ‘girlfriend,’ he had one. At first he attracted them just by being the brash, confident exceptional boy he was, excelling in every sport, activity, hobby, and grade as he went. Once puberty hit, the line of ladies seeking his company grew exponentially, keeping his dance card full all the way through high school and college. Maybe that’s why he never realized there was a need inside him that was aching to be fulfilled, until it was too late. The rain had been pouring for almost a week straight since Chris had moved into his new apartment, in a new city, where he had just started a new job. Having graduated high school at 16, and college at 20, Chris was used to things coming easily to him, but no one seemed impressed or even pleased with him at work. Unnerved by his slow start, he hungered for something to distract and rejuvenate him. On his third night there, he called his current girlfriend who was two hours away in the tiny town where they’d gone to school together. After five minutes on the phone, Chris realized she wouldn’t be driving up to see him anytime soon. Unphased, he assumed he’d have another girlfriend by the end of the week, and decided to work out his frustrations with a different type of physical exertion. He was already lacing up his tennis shoes for a run when the sky opened up and cancelled that idea. The next few nights he spent looking for a female companion in bars and clubs, but amazingly he had no luck. As it turns out, being born handsome and exceptional makes it easy to get girls when you are in a small town, but here in the city, he had no idea how to approach a woman and start a conversation. Without the aid of a classroom he was helpless, not to mention the added disadvantage of working so late each night that anyone worth talking to was either taken or drunk. So there he was, stuck inside on a rainy Saturday night: horny, alone and itching for release of some kind. Getting out the newspaper with half a mind to call one of the women advertizing under the escort section, he happened to turn to a full page ad for a gym. Halted by the spandex clad babe in the photo, he realized as he read that the gym was only a few blocks from his house and extremely reasonably priced, considering they advertized services like personal training, massage therapy, dozens of different classes and a nutritionist. He clipped the coupon from the bottom corner, tossed on some shorts and a tshirt and dashed to his carport. Perhaps it was a stereotype, but Chris expected floor to ceiling windows, bright lights and a giant neon sign to welcome him. Instead he found himself walking in to an unassuming red brick building at 11pm, where a short, trim redhead greeted him. She took his coupon, promised him the first five visits no strings attached and instructed him to veer left to the men’s gym, where one of the male trainers would meet him. A slim tan blond man named Dave led him through the 4 story complex, explaining that unlike other gyms, Stern’s kept the male and female gyms separate, only combining on the top floor where group classes were held. The floor below that had the nutritionist’s area and windowless mirrored work-out areas for each sex, containing equipment like weight machines, treadmills, etc. The main floor housed the offices, private training rooms, locker rooms, and massage rooms, and the basement housed two identical pool areas, divided by sex, each with an Olympic size pool, sauna, steam room, and shower area. Chris was about to question the separation until a man strode past him in the buff and dove into the pool. Dave explained that the workout area was divided to promote working out for yourself, instead of worrying how you looked to some slut. Chris laughed, but asked again about the pool, when Dave explained that there were no suits allowed on the pool level when the gym opened 60 years before, and they’d never changed the rule. Shrugging it off, he thanked Dave and got to his work out, running for almost an hour with only a few other men spread around the large room. He was sweating profusely, going faster and faster, his eyes locked with his reflection in the mirror across from him, until someone walked in front of his machine, and he almost fell off. Hitting the stop button and jumping off, Chris glanced up as he took a swig from a complimentary water bottle and almost spit it back up. The man who’d broken his stride was the most beautiful specimen Chris had ever seen. He starred, slack-jawed and bug-eyed at the shirtless 6’6”, 230lbs, raven haired, blue eyed ripped god who had taken up a spot at the weight bench and was pressing some ridiculous amount. “Spot me, bro.” The man, who Chris would come to know as Jake, commanded. Usually Chris would have begged off, being more of a cardio guy with no weight training to speak of, but Jake’s tone made him step over and take the spotting position. He stood there spotting him for two sets of 25, when Jake hopped up and began removing weights, telling Chris to take his place. He laid down before remembering to protest, and tried to grunt out his lack of interest in weights between lifts. “You need this man,” Jake said, scooting close enough over Chris’ head that his shorts hung open directly over Chris’ face. Chris shut up and tried not to get caught sneaking glances at the firm thighs and enticing shadows up the shorts’ legs. “Guy like you probably got along fine in school, handsome and fit, but now you’re in the real world and it’s time you work out like a real man.” After Chris could do no more reps, Jake pulled him to standing with one hand and introduced himself as one of the private trainers that the gym employed. Jake explained that new members got three free training sessions, and he expected Chris to use them. Arriving in the lockerroom, Jake tugged off his shorts leaving him in an extremely-snug pair of white briefs, outlining his hefty bulge and perfectly spherical ass. Taking Chris’ hand, he placed it on his lower abs and told him to feel the definition where they met his groin muscles, as well as on his pecs, huge biceps and the back of his warm, fuzzy thighs. Wrapping himself in a towel, Jake stripped the briefs from under it without revealing anything else, and then made Chris promise to come back the next night for legs. Nodding, he watched as Jake strode off into the staircase for the showers, before regaining his senses, pulling on his coat, and leaving. That night as he showered, Chris replayed the images of Jake in his mind, and found that he was excited by the idea of working out with him again. His dick jumped when he remembered the view up Jake’s shorts, but he dismissed it as a side effect of needing pussy and seeing that much exposed skin. Chris returned the next night, and the next, and the next and was quickly the gym’s best customer. Jake made him a great deal on a weekly training fee, and the two of them were quickly transforming Chris from an attractive slim wasp-type, into a buffed, taught, machine of a man. Chris became obsessed with making Jake proud of his work, and started imagining Jake more and more in his fantasies. At first he was just taking part in whatever imaginary threesome Chris concocted to get his rocks off, but after awhile Jake was becoming the star. Still, Chris convinced himself that he was only picturing Jake because he symbolized the ideal that Chris was striving to become. Before either of them knew it, 6 months had passed and Jake was Chris’ best friend, well only friend, in town. One night as they stripped down to shower, carefully concealing their full nudity from one another, Jake asked Chris when he last got laid, and couldn’t believe it was really 6 months. “Come early tomorrow,” Jake said before they split to head to separate shower stalls. “Then we’ll go out after and find some pussy. Time to test out your new body on some unsuspecting skanks.” Music rocked Chris’ chest as he tried to hear what the gorgeous brunette was saying, shouting from the stool next to his. He tried to care, but he could tell she was hot for his dick, the way she caressed his arms and stroked his thigh, but he kept getting distracted watching Jake dance with a petite latin girl. As he suspected, it was barely an hour later that the four of them had taken a cab back to Jake’s apartment and each couple began getting hot and heavy on opposite ends of the couch. He was so caught up seeing Jake in action and getting his first play in months that he didn’t notice Jake pull out a glass pipe and small white bag full of crystal shards. Both girls jumped at the chance to smoke, but Chris declined, never having tried any drugs, or even hard liquor. “Too bad,” Jake said, blowing a cloud of something he called ‘tina’ as he spoke. “This shit makes me cum like a fire hydrant and fuck like a bull.” The latin girl squealed and shoved her hand into his open fly while they finished the bowl. As the brunette started to unzip Chris’ pants, Jake picked up his date, tossed her over his shoulder and dashed into the bedroom. Disappointed that he was unable to watch his idol demolish the latin chick’s cunt, Chris regained his vigor when he realized he could hear every dirty, nasty thing that was going on just beyond the bedroom door. The two buddies eventually turned it into a fuck-fight, seeing which one could make his girl cum faster, harder and more often. Chris planned to be the victor, having achieved anal first, but lost control when he moved to the floor and caught a glance through the open door of Jake’s face and chest contorted in pleasure as he pounded the bitch doggy style. He whipped his cock out of the brunette’s ass, and shot copious amounts of jizz across her tits and face. Spent, Chris fell back against the coffee table and watched as the brunette hopped up and ran to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she made some dumb excuse and disappeared to find a cab, while Chris slowly found his briefs and used them to wipe down his cock and chest before dragging his ass to the john. Taking his time as he passed the bedroom in hopes of another glance, he almost fell over when the latin girl was slammed up against the wall by the door, both her legs over Jake’s arms as they completed their fuck. Chris stood in the dark hall, his dick hardening again, wishing he could see Jake’s cock, but afraid to venture further out from his hiding spot. As Jake laid the girl on the bed and grunted his final grunt, Chris slipped into the bathroom and began washing up in the sink. Still hardening, he took a moment to admire the v-shape that was forming from his abs to his dick, and the way his arms and pecs stood out and shone in the dim bathroom light. He flexed and stroked his dick just in time for Jake to burst in behind him and push past him to the toilet. They laughed at Chris’ display, and Jake began commenting on how proud he was of Chris’ progress while Chris went into a fog where all he could see was Jake’s dick. Semi-hard and covered in cum and pussy juices, Jake drew a finger from the dick head out to the toilet bowl, leading a heavy beady string of cum. After a moment, Jake’s piss began to flow, and Chris realized he was fully hard again. All he wanted to do at that moment was reach out and take Jake’s cock in his hand. He had no idea what he would do with i, all he knew is the world would be perfect if he could feel Jake’s cock. He snapped out of his haze as the latin girl came in with them and took a hold of Chris’ hard-on, asking for seconds. He lifted her up onto the counter and fucked her right there while Jake watched and cheered them on. Chris was ready to cum in minutes once Jake began to stroke his dick again. He came deep in her pussy, adding his load to Jake’s, before the trainer lifted her off Chris’ cock and took her back into the bedroom for sloppy thirds. Looking down, Chris realized his cock was covered in both his load and his buddy, and he couldn’t resist wiping off a few drops and tasting them before he got dressed and snuck out the door. Chris gave up trying to explain his feelings for his friend after that, giving in each weeknight to fantasies of jerking off together, showering together, even letting Jake cum in his mouth. On the weekends they’d find more girls and repeat the fun with new victims, sometimes only finding one girl and having to share. Still too afraid of what Jake might do if he realized Chris’ attraction, Chris was always careful to take turns on the girls. One night as a perky blonde co-ed was giving them both head on the couch, Dave from the gym walked in with a teenage jock type guy, sat down and loaded some tina in a bowl. Chris was weirded out at first, until Jake explained that Dave was his roommate and they saw each other fucking around on a regular basis. Chris was even more shocked when the teen dropped to his knees and began sucking Dave off. Jake could see Chris’ shock and, before the girl noticed, he dragged them both to the bedroom to fuck. A few weeks later, they had just gotten back from the club with tall modelesque girl, when Dave entered, this time accompanied by a skater type guy with piercings in his nose, brow, ear and nipples (which he proudly showed while Dave loaded a bowl). Chris declined the pipe as usual, but the girl was on a mission to get him to try it, telling him he could only fuck her tight pussy if he took at least one hit off the pipe. Chris said no again, his hard cock begging him to give in. “Stop being a little bitch and smoke this,” Jake ordered him before handing Chris the pipe, and lighting it. Chris began inhaling as the smoke filled the cylinder, just as he had heard Dave and Jake explain to girls and guys they’d initiated previously. At first he felt nothing, but with the exhale came a huge cough, and a buzzing feeling shooting up his spine and into his brain. He should have stopped at one hit, but the model kept shotgunning hits with him and encouraging him to take more and more. Soon there was an all out smoke/fuck fest in the middle of the living room. Chris was pounding the model’s pussy while Jake shoved his cock deep into her throat, which was quite a feat, since he is at least 9 inches long and tends to get wider the longer he fucks. Dave had the skater on the floor with his legs over his head and was breeding his ass with a nice thick 8 inch uncut cock. Chris found himself wondering how the tight hole took so much cock and somehow still made the boy beg for it like he did. Many years before, one of Chris’ girlfriends had shoved her finger in his ass while they fucked. After the initial jumping and hollering, Chris found he enjoyed it, so much so that he was now in the habit of fingering his hole when he jerked off. The combo of the high and the site in front of him had Chris so horned up that when he and Jake switched ends, he asked the model to finger his hole. Eyes closed, he heard a bottle of lube pop open and a long, kinda thick finger slide two knuckles deep into his tight ass. Moaning, he began to pump harder in her throat, which made Jake pump back from the other end. Simultaniously, they pulled out of their respective ends, and began covering her in cum. Neither one shot far enough to hit the other, but Chris made sure to lick up some of Jake’s load while kissing the model before she ran to the shower. Mysteriously, even with the model in another room, Chris could still feel a finger slowly pumping his hole, almost making him hard again. Turning, Chris made eye contact with Dave, who pulled his finger out and mouthed “you’re welcome,” so Jake and the Skater bottom would be none the wiser. Joining the model in the shower, Chris was worried when he didn’t get hard as fast as usual, which she explained might be from the tina. Anxious about it, Chris hopped out and went to find Jake or Dave to ask them but stopped just outside the living room where he couldn’t be seen easily, but had a pretty good view of Jake feeding his hardon to the skater boy, while Dave pounded the boy’s ass. Instantly Chris was hard and went back into the bathroom where he fucked the model as rough as he could, focused on the picture of Jake’s dick sliding between his own lips. A few days later, Dave ran into Chris in the locker room and asked him what he thought of the weekend’s festivities. Unsure, Chris tried to play it cool, until Dave told Chris he had seen the way Chris looked at Jake, and was pretty sure Chris would have sucked Jake off if the skater hadn’t done it. Chris tried to deny it, but Dave whipped out his phone, and produced pix of Jake feeding his load to other tricks Dave had brought home. “I’ve yet to see him fuck a guy,” Dave said, handing Chris the phone before leading him into a massage room. “but I know he loves feeding them. Maybe next time I can find a way for you to swallow his spunk.” Chris wasn’t listening. He was engrossed in the photos on Dave’s phone, each of them featuring the two roommates destroying bottoms of all ages and types, Dave in their asses, Jake in their mouths. Dave continued describing dirty scenarios involving Jake, while pulling down Chris’ shorts and jock, and jerking and fingering Chris. Moaning with pleasure, he licked his lips pretending he was the boy taking Jake’s man meat in his mouth. The fantasy was so real he didn’t even notice that Dave had maneuvered three fingers into his hole and was rubbing his own hard cock against Chris smooth ass cheek. Chris could see Jake in his mind, siddling up behind him to show him some proper dumbbell technique, then popping his dick from his shorts and sliding inside Chris’ ass without any of the other gym members knowing. Dave just started to spread Chris’ cheeks and slip his cock into the crack when they both heard Jake call out Chris’ name into the locker room, only feet from where they stood. Adrenaline soared through Chris’ body as he flew back from Dave and tried to pull up his shorts. He couldn’t be sure if Jake saw what was going on when he came in, but there was no way Jake missed Chris’ stiff cock poking out obscenely or the fact that Dave still had his monster dick in plain view. Still, Jake didn’t say anything about it and everything seemed totally normal until they finished and Jake got a text from Dave. “Dave told me what happened,” Jake said quietly, causing Chris’ heart to sink into his abdomen. “He told me he caught you jerking in the massage room. It was pretty ballsy of you to offer to let him watch in exchange for not ratting you out. Good thing he has been hot for your ass since you walked in. Of course now that you’ve had a man show you how to sculpt it, you’d better watch out for more pervs.” Chris laughed nervously and thanked god that Dave covered for him. However, he was so rattled that he didn’t realize they were both naked together for the first time with no one else around. Jake took advantage of the opportunity and had Chris flex his different muscle groups so they could compare. Somehow Chris stayed flaccid for the flex off, even when Jake ran his hand down Chris’ back, over his ass and down between the thighs to show the line of the musculature. Chris asked if he could feel on Jake, just to be sure he understood, then told Jake he was going for a swim, dashed off and blasted his cum load under the water. The next weekend Chris got a text from a number he didn’t know, but he was sure it was Dave when the attachment was a photo of Jake in the shower. Dave invited Chris to come over before he and Jake went out that night, to smoke and hang out, and discuss what had happened the last time. Chris politely declined a few times, worried he might end up getting fucked by Dave, until Dave mentioned that he had a sex tape Jake made before they’d met, and Chris could watch it. Shower, shave and he was out the door to Dave and Jake’s. Chris was greeted by a familiar face but no one he could place, until Dave explained that his guest was a member of the gym and a former MLB player. In no time they’d smoked a few bowls, got the video playing and convinced Chris he could jack off without Dave or Todd (the mlb guy) raping him. Sipping the drink Dave made him, Chris was stroking furiously at the sight of Jake plowing the hell out of some poor teen girl. By the look of Jake and his fuckslut, this must have been 3 or 4 years ago, when Jake was just a high school senior. Little by little the ghb in Chris’ drink took effect, loosening him up so Todd had no problem getting Chris’ dick in his mouth. He could feel his senses dulling, but decided the best way to counter act it was take more hits off the pipe and agree when Dave asked him if he’d like to try taking some fingers in his ass again. Perfectly timed once again, Jake walked in just as Todd was sucking Chris’ dick down to the balls and Dave had three fingers in Chris’ tight hole. “Hey roomie,” Dave said, handing Jake the pipe. “Turns out your buddy here likes getting his hole fingered, especially when he is high.” Jake laughed and took a few hits, before asking Chris if he was okay. Chris nodded yes and reached for Jake’s crotch. Oblivious, Jake handed him the pipe as if that’s what he wanted, before stripping off his own clothes and instructing Todd to suck his cock. Eyes glued to the real Jake, Chris forgot they were watching Jake’s sex tape, until the star of the tape noticed and asked why. “It was a request,” Dave said, standing up and moving down behind Todd’s upturned hole. “Seems as though your little trainee gets off watching you fuck.” Mortified, Chris was too high to deny it and just blushed. Everyone laughed, while Dave pulled Todd off Jake’s cock, and threw his legs back and began wailing on the baseball player’s tan hairy ass. “Course he does!” Jake added. “Just like I think it is hot watching him fuck. He is one hot piece of muscle man now, ain’t he Dave?” “You know I think he is,” Dave grunted between thrusts. “but I think he’d be even hotter with your dick in his mouth. And I KNOW he’s game for it.” Jake’s eyes whipped to Chris, and he knew Dave was telling the truth. No words were spoken as he stepped closer and waved his hard dick only an inch from Chris’ pink lips. Leaving the last bit of distance for Chris to make was all the approval Jake needed, for as soon as Chris leaned in to suck Jake, Jake thrust forward, grabbed a handful of dusty blond hair and began reaming Chris’ throat. If it was anyone else, Chris would have choked and pulled off and never tried it again, but he knew what he was getting with Jake, and it was exactly what he needed. Chris began to jack his own meat and finger his tight hole while he slurped on Jake’s massive member. Less than a minute was all it took for Chris to cum all over himself, and soon after Jake fed him his load. Worried that Jake would think less of him, Chris told Dave he was heading to the gym and ran out while Jake was in the shower. Although Jake’s apartment was only a few blocks from the gym, Chris was too high to drive there, but did anyway, barely making it in one piece. The rain had turned to snow recently and the roads were covered in it, which meant no one was working out on a snowy Saturday night. Inside the locker room, Chris stripped off his clothes and sat on the bench, still covered in cum. He began to freak out about what his only friend might do now that he saw what a faggot bitch Chris was. Still too drunk for a work out, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing this to just be an amazing dream, but knew it wasn’t when he heard the door slam and Jake’s voice call out to him. “What the hell man?” Jake asked, putting his bag and coat in his locker, and starting to undress. “You should know me well enough by now to realize I always have at least two loads to shoot once I start partying, and you gotta take the rest of them now boy.” Chris opened his eyes just in time to see a fully erect Jake straddle the bench, hoist Chris’ legs over his shoulders, squirt some lube on his cock, and slide most of it in on the first stroke. Chris screamed out, but stopped once Jake commanded him to. The first few minutes were excruciating, but after awhile it was less painful and more of a dull ache. All the pain was forgotten once Jake was balls deep. It was like a switch had been thrown, turning a straight muscle boy into a hungry bottom whore, begging and pleading for more dick and cum. When Jake finally decided to grace Chris’ ass with his load, he did it balls deep, sharing both of their first man2man kiss at the same time. Once they were sure the gym was truly empty, they sent the desk worker home and moved up to the gym floor, where Jake added another load to Chris’ ass, this time on the weight bench. Reinforcements arrived soon after, and Chris spent the rest of the night taking loads from Dave, Todd, two other gym members and high school kid who wondered in thinking it was a club and accidentally caught Jake giving Chris a fourth load on the reception desk. Attached: one pic of chris, four pics of Jake

I always look for young twinks when I travel to play with. I like lean or muscle bois who often have never barebacked before. My last trip to Columbus Ohio brought me Darin. He had just broken up with his bf of four months and wanted to play the field. His dad is a doctor he told me so he always plays safe and he and his bf had never barebacked. I told him how glad I was that he shared that info with me, I love neg boys they are so hot... especially when you can convince them to take it bare. I shared with him how I was married and had not played with many guys and the most of them I would not do much since I had no idea how safe they were. I shared how I still fucked my wife bare and how I did not want to give her anything. He asked me how it was to fuck pussy and told me he had never been with a woman. I started to tell him how hot wet pussy was and he was getting hot as I talked about fucking cunt and unloading in her. We talked for about a week both on the phone and mimed back and forth and set a plan for him to come to my hotel. When he got there he was cuter then I had even imagined. Blonde, think with a hot bubble butt and the most beautiful eyes... he came in and I offered him a drink... I had made drink and put some g in it... he asked me what it was and I told him it was an herb to help with sex. I told him I had taken some to calm my nerves... I could see him get tingly all over... we started to make out and he was melting in my hands... I undid hid belt and this thick 7" cock flopped out... I started to suck him and as he rubbed my 9" cock. I stood up and unzipped my fly and unbuckled my pants. My cock was standing straight up... precum dripping and he went down on me, I pulled him forward so his ass up and I could rub his hole. The G was really kicking in, he was pushing his little hole back on my fingers and I spit on two and worked them up his tight little hole. He stared to moan and push back harder... I told him we should head to the bedroom... I lead him in and told him to get up on all fours and I started to rim his hole... Damn that hole tasted so good... I had put some Tina beside the bed. It was in a syringe without the needle top. I also had some chocolate and I put some on my finger and had him taste it... I told him I wanted to lick this off and out of his hole... I put some on his hole and then slide the syringe in and shot the Tina in him. Then I eat his hole like no tomorrow. I was moaning and loving my tongue and I stood up and let my thick cock rub on his hole. Poured some lube on his hole and the Tina was kicking in because he was rubbing and pushing back and asking me to fuck him. I lined up and after what seemed like the 10th time he pushed back I popped my cock head in. Damn he felt great... He was so high that he took a big hit of poppers and I sank all the way in him. He was moaning and telling me how he had never been fucked with a cock so big. The boy loved it... I fucked him doggie and then flipped him over on his back and finally on his side... I started to breathe heaving and he knows I was going to come and he started to pull off and I pulled his hips back and unload in his hole... Fuck it was hot. He pushed back and I fucked him for a few more min and then whispered in his ear... did you like that?

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

The older man looked to be in his mid-forties, with a brush-cut, and thick, strong build, big white teeth; a high school football coach straight from central casting. His stride is confident, walking into the bath house like he doesn't give a shit who sees him. He walks up to the thick-glassed window and says he needs a deluxe room. He presents his driver's license and smiles as he shoves a wad of 20's through the slot. The boy he brought with him ... hot as fuck. He's athletically built, his short hair was peroxided blond with more than a hint of brass. He's a little shorter than the older man, but his muscles were well-defined, built in a weight room, sculpted on practice fields; it's all lean muscle, so there's no extra bulk to carry around the field with him. But his eyes... his eyes are distant and blank... like he was drugged or hypnotized before he was brought here. And he never says a word. He just fumbles in his black and red lacrosse shorts and eventually produces an ID that says he's old enough to enter; and it looks legit. The coach winks and puts his arm around the boy as they are buzzed through the big heavy door. As they disappear into the darkly lit chambers beyond, there's still no certainty what their relationship is. Were they actually coach and athlete? Or were they role playing? Was the boy on some sort of drug, or had he been completely conditioned to accept the will of his master? And if it was the latter, what regimen of discipline, deprivation, and punishment had led him to that state of submission? They've taken a room in the back and left the door ajar. A small group of men have gathered to watch and ... to wait. Beyond the door, a beefy man with a goatee is just finishing. His cock is buried in the boy's muscled ass and the overhang of his hairy belly smacks the small of the boy's back as he thrusts into him. The thick fingers of his hands are braced on the boy's muscled shoulders for leverage as he pumps his cock in the boy's tailpipe. He finishes with a loud grunt and shoves his cock as deep as it will go, then holds it there as he pumps his semen into the boy's waiting guts. He grunts again then pulls out, he picks up his towel from the floor and wipes off his crank with it, avoiding eye contact as he slips out the door. The older man ... coach, master, father... looks out into the hall and makes a selection. "You!" The boy is on a fuck bench, his wrists secured to the post in front of him. He is naked, of course, his shorts and mesh jersey tossed onto the floor, his skin is tanned and smooth. His well-muscled shoulders taper to his trim waist and the nice, round convex ass that was presenting itself, his pink rosebud posed invitingly above his long, smooth legs. It is almost as though a young god has been captured, bound, and laid out for the use of filthy mortal men. The blindfold serves more to hide his identity, to make him an anonymous object-of-fuck, then it does to hide the identities of his sires from him. A few sweat-streaked curls of badly dyed hair protrude around its edges. He is awake, conscious but unseeing, his expression remains fixed; he either does not care who is breeding him or is not allowed to raise an objection, and so it makes no difference if he can see them or not. The boy's ass-cheeks are muscle-hard and hairlessly smooth, the crevasse between them already slick to the touch with a mix of slick, warm lubricant and a few leftover drips of seed left behind by the bear who had used his ass already. When touched, he neither flinches, nor moans, nor tenses... he betrays no reaction at all. The coach puts his hands on either cheek and spreads them apart, displaying his hole was not quite closed, but gapes, just a little bit, as though crying out to be filled. Coach says, with sleazy, debauched pride, "Ain't that the sweetest ass you've ever seen? Popping his cherry was the fuck of a lifetime." He runs his rough white hand on the inside of the boy's muscular thigh, then back again to his ass, displaying his prize like a cut of prime beef. When he gets to the ass, he draws the cheeks apart again and shoves two fingers inside to grind the bear's load into the walls of the boy's intestines. The boy twitches as he does this, little flicks of the muscles in his back and arms. He feels what is happening to him, but makes no effort to resist or even acknowledge it. The coach shows his fingertips, glistening with moistness. "What are you waiting for, buddy?" coach asks with a wink. "Fuck that bitch." His ass has been opened up by the previous fuck, but still it resists the cock sliding into it. It takes hard pressing and concentration to get it inside, but once in, the sensation is amazing, like slipping into a warm, velvet pocket. His fuck tunnel grips the cock, but it is slick and warm and begs the cock to naturally go into motion. Each thrust is welcomed by warmth and meets just enough resistance to make for a perfect fit. As the cock continues thrusting in and out, the humanity of the body it is penetrating fades, and the boy becomes but a receptacle for lust and gratification. It's as though this muscular buck has been conquered, and his strength and power are being harvested by the man on top of him; this is what topping is all about, pumping hard cock into an ass begging to be seeded. It's as though this ass was designed to be fucked, and any other purpose would be a waste. The load builds fast because the ass just feels so fucking good, slowing down is impossible; the load demands to be put in the ass of this Adonis. It builds the balls and cockhead grow heavy and full, and when it shoots, there is recoil like firing a shotgun. Pulling out, the ass gives up the cock and it pops out, this will be a fuck to be remembered and replayed. The coach seems pleased. He rubs the boys ass vigorous, and than smacks it hard, leaving a pink mark. The boy flinches, but otherwise does not react. A black man is selected next. Not a hot black man, an older man in his late fifties. In pretty good shape for his age, but still in his late fifties. His cock was pink and purple, almost no difference in girth between the head and the shaft, like a cucumber. He slid it into the boy's pink hole and the boy uttered an almost inaudible grunt/gasp as he entered. The black man slides his cock all the way in, groaning as he pressed. The black man seems to have more trouble and keeps adjusting the boy's angle, pausing in his fuck-motions, moving the boy's ass higher, then struggling to regain his rhythm. He makes some thrusts then has to adjust again. "Hold up your ass, bitch," the coach orders. The boy arches his back. The black man grunts hard and quickly finishes up. Coach dabs his boy's ass with a towel and looks out to choose the next. He smiles like a demon, "You." The coup de grace is a tall, lean, dark young man with black hair, coppery skin, and a biohazard tattoo on his thigh. He runs his brown fingers on the round muscular ass of the boy on the fuck bench; no one can resist touching that ass. He spares a quick glance at the coach, as though asking permission. "Fuck him!" the coach orders. "Good and hard. Make sure he takes your load and don't wate a drop." The kid with the biohazard tat drops his towel and reveals a long, rigid and uncut cock with atight foreskin that almost covers the whole of the head, and drools with precum. He positions its hooded bullethead against the hole and thrusts it in with one fast smooth movement. "Shit," the brown-skinned youth says, feeling the warm grip of the boy's warm, tight tunnel around his cock. With no warm-up, he goes straight to ramming his long dark cock in-and-out, fucking the boy hard and deep, his hips becomeing a blur, his tight balls smacking at the cleft in the boy's cheeks. Concentrating, biting his lower lip, he piston-whips his nine-incher in and out of the whole. "Fuck," says the coach, observing the action with wide-eyed pleasure. He begins stroking his own uncut, beer-can cock while he watches his star player get violated well and good. For the first time, the boy shows a glimmer of awareness. the length of the cock must be too much for him, must be spearing through his sphincter and assaulting his prostate. Maybe he is subconsciously aware of the poisonous load about to be shot into him, the virus about to take over his perfect body and begin tearing it apart from the inside. Tied down, there's nothing he can do, he's at the mercy of the brown cock. It must be hurting him, his eyes, which have kept closed this whole time, become most with the tears he is holding back. Suddenly, the biohazard kid grunts and makes a final deep thrust into the boy's ass. He shudders as he cums, eyes tight shut and mouth open. "Fuck,' he says as his seed shoots into deep into the young athlete's guts. "Oh, fuck yeah," says the coach. The lean, brown boy with the biohazard tat leaves, avoiding eye contact or even looking at the coach, who moves in behind the boy and guides his big fat cock to the boy's fuckhole, pushing it in and pumping it inside to churn the loads and strains deposited in the warm, fertile receptacle of the boy's fucktube. After a few minutes, coach pulls out again and permits another entry into the room, a scruffy looking, thin and hairy thirty-something whose piercings glint in the dim light. The new man bares his cock and takes his place behind the boy. It is still early in the morning, and the boy is only four loads in, and the line outside is long.

Pass the Bottom My boy and I are both pretty versatile, but lately, he's been getting more into topping. Now, I like to get fucked every now and then, but not as often as he's been interested in topping, so we decided to open our relationship up a bit and find other guys for him to fuck. We've always played bare with each other and only felt it natural to let him fuck other guys raw too. We've placed a few ads online and hooked up with some hot guys for some pretty steamy times. Sometimes I'd fuck the guy after he pulled out, sloshing around in the bottom's hole, already well-lubed and well-fucked. Maybe we hooked up with six or seven different guys, but one, Tom, was really special. In fact Tom was absolutely adorable. He was no taller than 5' 6” and had a tight little swimmer's body. He kept his strawberry blond hair close cropped, which butched him up a bit. I loved watching my boy plow his raw hole. Tom would bounce up and down on my boy's pole with his head thrown back. He could ride for as long as we could give it to him. Hot. After a really hot three-way, we were piled on our bed with Tom's legs spread wide and his hole loose and cummy with both of our deposits. He asked if we'd be interested in joining him and some fuckbuds for a party. We said sure and he sent our email addresses to Dylan, the guy putting the fuck party together. We got an email from Dylan a few hours later. Here's what he wrote: Dudes, We're a group of guys who like to fuck bare and like to share. We lost two tops and Tom says you guys would fit right in. Condoms provided but not necessary. Frankly, few guys wear them. The bottoms prefer to take their tops' loads home in them. Cum play... We were boned just thinking about it and made sure to clear our schedules. The next Saturday night, we arrived at a fancy house in a really expensive neighborhood. Dylan answered. He was fucking hot. Must have been over six foot tall. Wide shoulders, trim waist, and washboard abs pressed against a tight black muscle-t. He had red hair and big green eyes. Without knowing if he was a top or a bottom, I knew my boy and I would have fun with him either way. Dylan escorted us down to the basement where there were a few guys waiting. He introduced us around and we chatted up the guys. Dylan told us that we could discuss our favorite positions, top or bottom, and fetishes, but no one was the mention status. “Status?” I asked. “POZ or NEG, man. It brings the mood down if we know who we're playing with. Besides, isn't it more exciting not knowing?” Fuck, I thought. This might be more intense than we had planned, but from the growing bone in my boy's shorts, I knew he wanted to stay. I figured since we were both invited there as tops, the risk was really low anyway. My boy and I shook a few hands and groped a few hardening cocks as we mingled. Tom was there with another top friend of his, Andy, who wore a leather cap, was really skinny, and was in his 40s. When the last two guys arrived, Dylan grouped us into a circle. There were eight of us altogether, but it would up being five tops and three bottoms, not including Dylan himself. Dylan asked for a volunteer to switch sides and bottom. My boy's hand shot up in the air immediately without even asking me what I thought. I was a bit taken aback, especially since he had been so into topping lately. Dylan had him and the other three bottoms stand in a circle as he had the tops gather four chairs, plus one for him into a circle around them. “We're gonna start tonight with a round of PASS THE BOTTOM.” “Fuck yeah!” one of the guys shouted. Dylan continued, “Here's how it works. While I play some music, you tops will have about twenty seconds with a bottom in your lap before you have to pass him to the next top. If you don't have a bottom in your lap when the music stops, you loose an article of clothing. If you wind up with your date on your lap when the music stops, you get to remove an article of your bottom's clothing. And remember, there are condoms in the bowl if any of you are chicken...” I did a head count and realized that the numbers were off because the rest of the couples had been invited top/bottom. The rules seemed pretty simple. Dylan sat down to my left and clicked his phone to start the music and the bottoms picked a top and started grinding in his lap. A hot skinny black guy started first with me. He sat down with his back to me and ground his tight ass against my crotch. I reached around and tweaked his nipples. He got up, and the next round, I was without a bottom. I looked two guys to my right to see my boy writhing on the lap of a really big beefy bald guy. The guy had his hand snaked into my boy's shorts and must have been working his nuts or his ass. The top next to me was a lean gym bunny. He had both hands down the back of the black boy's shorts. Then, came the switch. Tom wound up on my lap and straddled me, sticking his tongue into my mouth as he ground against my crotch. A middle-aged guy with a bit of a gut sat down on me next. He sat down so hard that he practically knocked the wind out of me. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my head then grabbed my hand and shoved it down the back of his shorts. He whispered into my ear, “I've had my eye on you, stud. Like what you feel down there?” My fingers found his loose ass all greased up and ready for fucking. I grunted, “YEAH!” and he hopped up. Just after he pulled off to sit on the next guy, Dylan stopped the music. My boy was in Dylan's lap and I was alone. I pulled my shirt over my head as the guys clapped and Dylan restarted the music. My boy plopped down on top of me, grinding away. I reached my hand into his crotch and could feel a puddle of precum there already, moistening the basket of his jockstrap. “Gotta make the next round faster! I want to end up in your lap so I can loose some clothes!” Instantly, the skinny black guy was back on my lap. He worked my nipples hard with his fingers and slipped his tongue in my mouth. He was a great kisser. I grabbed his bubble butt with both hands and helped him dry hump my crotch. Tom skipped over Dylan and was next in my lap. “Having fun, so far?,” he teased as he sat down on my lap. He reached behind himself and started unbuckling my jeans. “Is that against the rules?,” I asked. “The rules are gonna go to shit in a few minutes... Looks like your boy's having a nice time too.” I peeked over Tom's shoulder and saw my boy on his knees in front of Andy. My boy was working down his tight jeans and Andy was forcing my boy's face into his swollen crotch against his briefs. Another switch brought the guy with the guy into my lap again, and then my boy. I'd never seen him so wild. He was fingering his own hole with his hands in his shorts when the music stopped. I yanked his shorts to the floor and he stepped out of them, leaving his ass exposed and beautifully framed with his jockstrap. So far, he was the only bottom with his hole exposed. I knew things were about to get interesting. As we passed the bottoms around again, I saw that some pants had been unbuttoned and some shorts pushed down, but all of the tops seemed to still have their underwear on. As much fun as I was having with those bottoms dry humping my underwear clad dick, I was equally turned on stealing glimpses of my boy's bare hole rubbing against five big hard underwear-clad precummy dicks. The bottoms were passed around three times before the music stopped. While the skinny black guy was wriggling on my lap, Tom wound up on Andy's lap. With Andy's jeans at his ankles, his cock was straining to pop out of his briefs. Tom helped him poke his dick through the slit as he pulled off his own shorts revealing that he wasn't wearing underwear. Before the music started, Tom aimed Andy's dick at his hole and sat right down it with a loud gasp. Dylan restarted the music and pulled Tom down in his lap. I didn't have a bottom, so I looked to one side and saw my boy pulling the bald guys shorts up and freeing his drooling massive cock. He was slipping his asshole over the hard cock smearing the bald's guys precum all over his hole. I jerked my head to the left as I saw Dylan sink his cock into Tom's hole. I couldn't help but pull my underwear down and fist my cock. When they switched, Tom sank right down onto my dick as the guy with the gut shucked down his shorts and took Dylan's bare cock. My boy was bouncing up and down on Andy's tool with his head thrown back in ecstasy. By now the rules were out the window and all bottoms were getting barefucked. Dylan kept the music playing and the bottoms kept moving from guy to guy. I was amazed at how silky and tight Tom's hole was compared to the loose wet sloppy cunt on the guy with the gut. We kept passing each bottom after a few strokes in their hole. Dylan yelled, “Round and round and round they go. Who gets a TOX load, nobody knows!!!” I realized that at least one of the top must have been POZ. I wondered if my boy wanted to take my load or someone else's. When he came by I asked him as I grabbed his ass, raising it onto my dick. “You want my load, or you want one that might be charged?” “I can get your load whenever I want it. I wonder whose I'll get!” With that he winked at me and pulled off of my dick and mounted the gym bunny to my right. I knew I was getting close and thankfully I only had a few strokes in each bottom's ass before they were passed. I loved knowing that I was mixing my precum with each top in all of those asses. The gym bunny was the first to cum, with Tom on his lap. He held Tom's shoulders down and shot his load deep with strong thrusts, raising his muscled ass off of the chair. “I'm taking his load!!!!!!!!,” Tom shouted. That send Andy over the edge and he came hard in the black guy's ass. Those guys pulled their chairs out of the circle leaving me, the bald guy, and Dylan, passing around my boy and gut-heavy guy with the loose hole. We passed them around between us about three times before Dylan lost his load deep up my boy's raw, used ass. The bald guy was balls deep in the guy with the gut and exclaimed, “Help me out over here. He's so loose I can barely feel a thing!” I hopped out of my chair and slid into that sloppy stretched-out hole right alongside the bald guy's thick tool. Finally, I could feel some friction. The bald guy fired off first and I followed suit coating the sloppy cunt with my load. Dylan started applauding and the guys all joined in. My boy had his arms wrapped around Andy and Dylan. “So, can we talk status now?,” he asked. Dylan and Andy smiled at each other and they pulled their shirts over their heads. Andy had a red biohazard tattoo over his left pec and Dylan had a black one around his navel. The gym bunny and the bald guy took off their shirts too, but no tattoos. “Just 'cause we're not marked doesn't mean we're not carrying charged loads!,” grunted the bald guy. Tom smiled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders saying, “I think me, you, and your boy might be the only guys here who are still NEG.” My boy was weak at the knees, and not from shock, but from elation. “I guess I'm going to get it sooner or later. Anyone want to go for round two and make it happen tonight?” The tops all shouted, “Hell yeah!”, “Fuck yes!” I knew he wanted to be the center of attention. As each guy who wanted to fucked him, I cradled his head and kissed him. Dylan pulled out just before he was ready to cum and slipped behind me. As the bald guy bred my boy, I took my first and only cock of the night. Dylan filled my hole with his toxic spunk before pulling out. All in all, I only took one POZ load compared to my boy's four!

Part 1: An unexpected finding Ryan ended up returning home from his trip a day earlier than originally planned. Three days with his family was one day too long, and he told them he needed to get back to finish a school project. Ryan felt a sense of relief when he entered the apartment and made his way down the hall to his bedroom. As he passed by his roommate's door, he heard music coming from Donald's room - which was a bit unusual. Ryan was about to shrug it off when he heard what he could only perceive as some kind of high-pitched howling noise. Startled, he paused in his tracks and put his ear next to the door to try and figure out what was the source of the noise. Ryan's eyes widened as he listened through the door. He couldn't quite understand the words being shouted by Donald. "fuck yes! Give me that poz cock!" was the only phrase he thought he understood. He wasn't sure he heard it entirely correctly. It didn't make sense. "Paw's" cock? He wondered? More phrases would clue him in. An unfamiliar voice dominated now, "yeah, take my poz dick you little chaser bitch. Tell me how much you want it!" Was this a joke? Ryan wondered. He had some vague notion of HIV chasers, or whatever they were called, but he couldn't have heard right. Donald was gay but Donald .. well .. was a nerd .. a major book nerd. And Donald never seemed to hook up. He was just odd-looking. Ryan was trying to picture his awkward roommate getting fucked. No way, Ryan thought as he continued to listen in. "I love it! Fuck me with your big poz dick! Fuck my neg ass!" he heard Donald answer the unfamiliar voice. "You want it deeper?" asked the stranger. Ryan still couldn't believe what he was hearing as he heard Donald answer back - and not in Donald's normal soft-spoken, often unintelligible mumble. There was conviction and determination in his voice. "Fuck yes! Pump every inch of your poz cock into my ..." There was a pause. Ryan wondered if they may have detected his presence beyond the door. Then he realized what happened, apparently the stranger must have obliged. Donald seemed to have a difficult time verbalizing, " ... my .. fuck yes! my fuck ! my ass! I want your toxic jizz ... " and Donald trailed off. It was difficult to piece it all together now since Donald wasn't exactly creating full sentences. The stranger was easier to understand, "you want my super high viral load?" The stranger's question was just as alarming as Donald's answer, " yes! fuck that death seed into me. pound me .. ugggh .. pound me with your deathstick!" Ryan's heart was racing. Was he literally hearing someone get fucked to death? Should he do something? What could he do? They seemed to be consenting. Ryan scurried into his bedroom and quietly closed the door. He convinced himself he must have heard wrong. But, even through two closed doors, the chasing unfolding in the other room remained evident. "Poz my ass! Fill my neg ass with your poz load!" Donald said urgently. The stranger seemed quieter now for some reason. But, Donald's voice continued to carry, "Yes! I love it!!! Breed my ass! Convert me with your sexweapon!" Ryan's anxiety level was escalating and then he noticed something slightly familiar as well. He felt his dick hardening quickly. "I'm going to cum in you!" he heard the stranger now much louder. "You sure you want this load?" "God yes! Give it to me! Use my ass! Flood my guts!' Donald shot back. Ryan's mind was racing. He still couldn't totally understand what was happening. But, he also couldn't stop picturing a big dick only a dozen feet away. Maybe it was just an automatic response to the sounds of sex. Whatever the reason, Ryan pulled down his shorts and started to aggressively jerk his own dick that was quickly nearing climax in only a matter of seconds.. "YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!" the stranger's voice boomed. Ryan was about to explode with unexpected intensity. He heard Donald cry out, "Yes ! Oh FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Ryan knew the sound of an orgasm anywhere. His mind went blank and he exploded as well. Gobs of cum spurted out of Ryan's dick. One phrases echoed in his head as he nearly mindlessly jizzed .. "You're gonna get it." As the noise subsided, Ryan started to come back to his senses. He looked down at his hand, dick and the carpet and was shocked by the volume of cum that had landed everywhere. He sat on the edge of his bed, and froze in shock and disbelief. What had Donald done? And what did I just do?" Ryan wondered.

That first slam was always going to be a mindfuck, but Steve had no idea it would lead to the fulfillment of his wildest fantasies so soon. As dusk sank over the cityscape, oozing yellow smog gave the buildings on the far horizon a slimy sheen. From the 29th floor apartment it was both an awe-inspiring and often a depressing view. But as the door buzzed from the ground floor, Steve felt a surge of excitement in his belly and a sense of both dread and thrill overcome him. He had chatted online with Billy on and off for nearly a year now, and their conversations had veered from simply "How are you...?" to some of the wildest, kinkiest conversations Steve could recall having, and he was a veteran online 'chat' fan. From the first description of Billy in his urban skinhead/street punk gear Steve was hooked. When it became clear that Billy harbored some pretty sick, perverted fantasies he was simply mesmerized. Soon the chats became more and more frequent, and Steve found himself spending hours online simply waiting for the appearance of his 'friend'. Steve was a country boy who had been seduced to the city by two things. His extraordinary ability to write near-perfect computer code, and his fascination with sleazy, urban pornography. His experiences of gay sex were pretty vanilla, so far, but he had cruised some seedy places in town without actually making the leap from voyeur to participant...yet. Billy simply fitted the bill with all Steve's fantasies. Late twenties, a real city boy and with the filthiest, dirtiest mind and turn of phrase he had ever encountered. Better still, he seemed pretty much 'for real'. He harbored no suspicions of this all being an online fantasy. So, after nearly a year, when Billy suggested they enact some of these wild conversations, Steve gulped and agreed before he had the chance to change his mind. Steve stood at nearly six foot, with broad shoulders and a lean frame that was more 'natural' than gym-honed. He was actually rather a handsome man, but his demeanor was mousy and dull, and he wore very 'safe' beige and denim clothing which did not do much to show off his natural assets, which included a deliciously tight butt and long, well-muscled legs. He was one of those men who looked much better naked, but never saw himself that way in the mirror after taking a shower. Steve had both fucked and been fucked by a variety of guys from college types to older 'daddy' types who saw him as a kind of safe, 'son' option. He did not identify himself as either a top or bottom, but knew he harbored kinky fantasies about being used and abused. He had played bareback a few times with the 'daddies', but always as a top. For some reason these married guys craved his loads raw. He had never quite figured that out, but was happy to experience the obvious benefits of skin-on-skin action. His dick was cut and nicely shaped, tapering to a thick base that meant hungry guys pushed down on his cock when he fucked them in order to experience that girth and depth combined. That look of greed and hunger on their faces was something that both turned him on and Steve found he also recognized it deep within himself. It was Billy who had first mentioned adding some spice to play with chemical assistance. Steve was entranced immediately. Then when Billy told him he knew the art of injecting T, he did his research online and knew he wanted to try it, no matter what the consequences. Billy had made his status plain and Steve found that even more exciting. He was bemused why he was not already positive having fucked maybe 20 guys raw as a top. He felt he had earned and deserved it. His penance for being a bad boy. Now Billy teased him about sharing the needle and even fucking his poz load up his hole. Wild. Impossible. Wasn't it? Now Billy was at the door. Street level seemed so far away, but suddenly the reality of their arrangement was very apparent. Steve felt his cock stiffen involuntarily. He could ignore the buzz; even pretend he was out, but that would be the end of their 'friendship' and he did not want that. But a six-foot-six street punk with needles and chemicals in his bag and a huge ten-inch pole in his jeans almost made him weak with fear and longing. He reached for the phone attached to the entry system. "Hello?" "Hey, its Billy-boy! Your innocence is about to be a thing of the past. Buzz me up, fucker." Steve paused, for what seemed like an eternity, and then pressed. That was the start of a night that would change his life forever.

I took about 8 big loads while in a sling at an after hours party in Asbury Park. My ass is stretched wide open today....and leakin cum ...loads of cum......feels great!

I keep cumming back to this story. Fucking hot.

George walked over and watched the fat guy breed Bobby then pull out and shoved it in my mouth. The fat guy let me suck him clean but then held my head and stayed still for almost a minute and then I felt it. This fat smelly man was pissing in my mouth and I was swallowing it and I felt my cock trying to get hard in its little cage and I knew I would be a happy whore. The guy with the PA fucked Bobby while the fat man pissed in me and he too shot off in Bobby and then had me clean his cock. George told the guys watching that they should all take turns fucking Bobby then having me clean them. Looking at Bobby I was a little jealous because he had such a cute little boy body, even his cock looked like puberty missed him but most of all I loved the taste of his boypussy. Once the guys in the room all bred Bobby and I cleaned their cocks George had me lick Bobby's boypussy clean and I loved it. George told the guys that he was going to give me and Bobby a break and they could use the boy that was in the main room. He then picked up Bobby and told me to follow them and we went back to the guest room. It was now 11pm and George told us to relax and he'd return at 1:30am to get us ready for the main event. He then left and locked the door. Looking at Bobby I could see how a man could pay money to use him. I wanted to use him but I knew I didn't even want to try fucking ever. Bobby smiled and introduced himself which made us both laugh as we hadn't actually met even though we were often together. I wanted to know how young he was but was afraid since he looked so young so instead I told him I was 22 and today was my first time. Bobby told me he was 23 and couldn't remember his first time. He told me that he started playing with his boypussy since he was a little boy and hated how puberty hadn't started when he became a teenager but by the time he was 16 he loved being a boy and got pills to prevent puberty from ever starting. Bobby wanted to feel my muscles and told me he loved jocks and I told him to go ahead and touch them. In a few minutes we were making out and he asked if I'd be his big brother and I told him I always wanted a little brother. He asked me if I liked being in a diaper and I had forgotten I still had it on and told him it was OK but I was ready to take it off. Bobby giggled when he saw the chastity lock and said if neither of us wanted to use our cocks we should get together someday with some dildos and I said I'd like that and we made out again and fell asleep holding each other.

It's not an addiction for me.....it's just who I am

And just got two more loads Went for a workout but was also on the lookout. Older (mid forties) daddy type was working out too. Said he had heard about me (is it bad it turns me on that tops are talking about me?). Wanted to fuck me now. I was ready to go right there in the locker room, but there were a few other guys working out and coming in and out of locker room. So we went out to his car and drove to a darker parking lot. Pulled over and he pulled down my gym short, left my jock on, and he fucked me against the car. I still had loads from earlier, so was easy for him to slide right in, and he seemed to get even harder when he realized I had already been bred. Quick hard fuck and took third load. He then drove me home and followed me up. Got upstairs and barely had the door closed before he was shoving me down to get him hard and ready to fuck again. Didn't even make it to bedroom. He fucked me over on dining room table, lights on blinds open. I don't know if anyone saw, but it would have been easy. Added fourth load of the night and then sucked the cum out and shared with me. Great start to my weekend (off tomorrow). Haven't even showered, just laying in bed sweaty, dirty, and well fucked.

Last night I met up with a kid off of Craigslist, he was at his moms house and wanted some ass to breed! (Who am I to say no?) So I went over, we hung out for a little bit before he pulled his cock out and said I should start sucking him. I fell to my knees and immediately took him in my mouth and got to work! he kept his hand on the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my throat, telling me that he has a 5 day load he's gonna fill my hole with, he's been edging for 3 days and really needs to knock me up. He stops me from sucking him after only a few minutes, saying he was close to filling the wrong hole. (all the while I'm sucking him with his mom and grandmother on the other side of the wall. No door separating us either ) He then says we should go to the shed so he can dump his load up my ass. So we slip outside, go out back, and get inside. he tells me to suck his cock some more to get him lubed up for my hole. After another minute of blowing him, he tells me to stand up, pull my shorts down, turn around and bend over. I do as I'm told and he immediately lines his cock against my hole and shoves in my ass with one thrust. He pounds my hole for about 4 minutes before unleashing a massive load up my ass! If I were a girl, I'd be pregnant! He wasn't lying, he really did need to breed my ass!

Stealthing the twink- Frat guy gets head, then breaks the condom while fucking a twink. A few videos from my phone of breeding a nice tight ass.; http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=yvzSt-G294-#.VEnmRkrF_ng

met a 28 yo mixed race guy on bbrt... went to his place got on my knees and h went to town on my ass... nicely veined cock.. not crazy long but very thick... he worked me over for about 15 minutes then shot a good sized load deep in me amd sent me on my way... still holding it now

Damn that, I would have to start chasing all over again & god knows how long it would take this time around, Most guys are undetectable, I was lucky when i got loaded up the guy that did me was newly poz with a high viral load & i took it like the horny slut that i am.

Went to a sex party in Queens last night thinking I'd get my hole wrecked and loaded. Well lo and behold I ended up TOPPING for the first time in probably 6-7 years. This hot masculine muscled up Latino slut was taking cum and I was too tempted so I sunk into his hole and barely lasted 30 seconds before blowing my load in him. Never was a very good top. So my own hole was unfucked but I bred someone else. An alright night.

Friend was horny and wanted to fuck, but I couldn't host so he fucked me in the back of my car. Kept begging him for his poz dick and cum until he bred me deep. Had to keep hitting the poppers because he's so thick and big.

Day 2 - Morning Shane was awoken by the gentle caressing of a hand on his arse cheek, the sensation was amazing so he lay there and continued to pretend he was asleep, just to enjoy the innocence of the moment. He wasn't aware which of the lads was feeling him up, so he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the body of the man he was spooning and it turned out to be Richard; letting him know that Corey was the one caressing his arse. He was loving every second of it, and as Corey's touching became more and more deliberate, his fingers began probing Shane's hole. Shane noticed the touching stopped momentarily, already feeling the loss and hunger for more. His ears alive now though, as he heard Corey spit onto his fingers and of course those spit covered digits returned to Shane's hole, causing a massive smile to return to Shane's face. Corey didn't waste anytime now, getting Shane's hole slick with the spit, inserting a couple of fingers, quickly followed by a third and then a fourth. Shane began moaning with delight, there was no way he could continue to conceal the pleasure he was experiencing in his fuck hole. He gently backed up against Corey's hand, trying to get his fingers deeper inside his hungry hole; a hole that swallowed Corey's fingers inside, working in the remnants of Richards Poz load left there just hours earlier. Corey leaned in closer to Shane's ear - whispering - you like that? You like me working my lovers Poz load into your hole? You're gonna remember us, and this trip forevermore. Tell me how much you want this, you need this. Tell me you're gonna spread our gift around Australia when you go home! Tell me cunt! Shane, now so turned on by this hot young mans Poz talk, instantly begs to be Poz, confirms his absolute desire to spread their DNA amongst the masses. He moves to his side ever so slightly to kiss Corey, being careful not to dislodge Corey's fingers from his fuck hole. The decision was made for him though, as Corey removed his four fingers and without hesitation put them into Shane's mouth, telling him to taste his lovers Poz load, telling Shane to taste his very own ass juices. Shane gobbled the slime down in an instant and as he delighted in pig heaven, the normally submissive bottom boy Corey pushed his hard 6 inch cock into Shane's relaxed hole. His motion instantly met by an oh yeah, fuck me, cum in my fucking hole you hot cunt! (From Shane). Richard was now beginning to awaken, and quickly realised what was happening - wasting no time in egging his lover on - repeating over and over - cream his hole babe, give our Aussie pig toy what he wants, wreck his cunt and blow your Poz juice in his worn out hole. So turned on, Corey didn't last long, shouting take it, take my charged cum, I'm filling you up with my dirty load you fucking hot slut! Once spent, Corey ripped his cock out of Shane's slick hole and instructed Richard to fuck his load in further. Like Richard needed an invitation, he quickly flipped Shane onto his back and began to pile drive his slimy hole with his large cock. Shane's eyes were rolling back, glassy and he was literally unable to talk - his ass lips wrapped snug around Richards hot cock. Corey now sat on Shane's face, allowing Shane to rim his hole out, while he leaned forward to suck on Shane's throbbing tool. Richard works over Shane's hole with his morning wood like an expert, deep, pronounced thrusts, stimulating Shane's prostate with each thrust. It wasn't long till Shane was blowing chunks into Corey's waiting and willing mouth, without spilling a drop Corey's vacuum mouth stored Shane's entire load, and without hesitation Corey moved up to kiss his boyfriend and share Shane's load with him in an intimate moment, Shane's cum being swapped in their mouths as Corey simultaneously started tweaking Richards nipples. With the sensations of Shane's hole wrapped around his cock, Corey playing with his nips and snowballing Shane's load with his boyfriend, Richard was put into overdrive and started pumping his Poz load into Shane's willing hole, slamming in deep, after a couple of thrusts he pulls his cock out and inserts three fingers into Shane's hole, and begins roughly scratching up Shane's insides. Once rewarded with some pinkish slime on his fingers he roughly slams his cock in again and works his seed into the open wounds he just created. While Shane lay there begging him - yeah man, make it take, please make it take. Still hard as a rock in Shane's hole, Richard collapses on top of Shane and kisses him passionately as Corey joins them, creating a wonderful 3 way kiss as their heart rates begin to normalise. Having jumped straight into fucking when he woke up, Richard was busting to piss, and decided to use Shane as his receptacle - slowly but surely his piss stream began to fill Shane as their kiss continued. Shane broke that kiss to say, yeah fucking hot, fill me with your hot dirty piss. All excited, Corey begged for Shane to release the piss and cum mixture over his smooth chest and abs - a request that simply couldn't be denied - so off they went to the bathroom where Corey sat in the shower basin and enjoyed the feeling of wearing a mixture of his and his lovers Poz cum and Richards piss and it flowed from Shane's battered, bloody and puffy hole. Shane summed it all up with a simple wow, just wow and the boys started a shower and finally the process of cleaning themselves of the previous nights sexual adventures could begin..

Going will be like jumping into the deep end keep that in mind.

Part 2: An unexpected encounter Ryan laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It was time to wake up, but Ryan was more groggy than usual. He didn't sleep very well. The events that unfolded the night before ruminated in the back of his head and he tossed and turned while concerning phrases like "Big poz cock!" and "Deathstick" haunted him throughout the night. Maybe I'll just forget about this and jerk off, Ryan thought. Ryan started stroking his cock and felt that familiar arousal building. He still couldn't shake what he heard out of his head though as he tried to pleasure himself. "Use my ass," Ryan remembered hearing. Despite recalling the events, Ryan's dick hardened quickly. Damn, I have to pee, Ryan realized. He decided to not let his urge to piss disrupt his morning jerk. So, he released his thickening member and groggily made his way out of his bedroom. He paused at the doorway to see if the coast was clear. He was relieved to not hear anything and opened up the half-closed bathroom door. Ryan stopped abruptly at the doorway as the door swung open. All Ryan saw for the moment was cock. Big massive cock. Taken by surprise, he stood silently with his mouth agape. The big cock dangling a couple of feet away was almost hypnotic. But, Ryan forced himself to stop staring and his eyes moved slowly up a six-pack of tan abs to a a very toned chest, until he finally met the dark brown eyes of the tall figure in front of him. "Oh sorry, Donnie said you weren't home," the stranger said as he pissed into the bowl. Ryan was shocked and confused and not putting it all together, "Donnie?" "I mean Donald .. your roommate," the stranger clarified. "Oh right," Ryan said feeling stupid for not making the obvious connection. His eyes fell onto the monstrous dick once again and admired it while the stranger continued to piss. "Not to worry .. he's passed out. He was exhausted," the stranger offered, perhaps trying to ease the awkwardness for Ryan. A long pause followed. Ryan was entranced. He felt a sense of jealousy. Donald got fucked by that? He was thinking as he continued to stare. "I'm almost done," the stranger assured Ryan. "Umm .. it's okay. You don't have to rush," Ryan answered. The stranger felt odd as he continued to piss, while Ryan continued to stare. "Did you need to grab something in here?" the stranger asked. "Huh?" Ryan was again distracted and not processing well. "Oh .. no .. I just have to pee when you're done." Ryan looked down at his feet as he realized he was staring. The stranger finished peeing, flushed the toilet, and then stepped towards Ryan. "I'm Gabe," he said holding out his hand. Ryan looked up and shook it somewhat hesitantly. Ryan was using not shy. But, he was definitely unprepared for this introduction. "Well .. this is definitely the strangest way I've ever met someone," Gabe said trying to ease the tension, "Donald said he had a roommate, but he didn't mention how sexy he was." Ryan glanced at Gabe's cock again. Damn it, Ryan thought, I need to stop looking. "Thanks," he replied softly. "It looks like you liked what you saw, though," Gabe said smiling broadly. "Huh?" Ryan looked down after Gabe pointed at his groin, only to realize he was sprouting a massive boner that was peaking out of the top of his briefs. "Oh yeah," Ryan laughed nervously, "morning wood." Another pause followed. Gabe couldn't miss the sexual interest. Ryan was too scared to make any advances though. Despite being turned on, he knew Gabe had HIV. And this just wan't an option. Gabe stepped close to Ryan, and towered over him by a foot. He leaned in closer and whispered into Ryan's ear "I saw you staring. Don't worry. If you want it, I'll give it to you." Ryan felt Gabe's long and thick member brushing against his stomach. Despite being aroused, he still felt immobilized. "Leave your number on my car windshield if you want it," Gabe whispered. Ryan could feel the heat of his breath on his ear. "It's the Camry." And then, Gabe left quickly as his schlong graised against Ryan's stomach as he departed. Ryan quickly shut the bathroom door. Fuck, hes hot, Ryan couldn't deny. He was too hard to piss and decided to take a shower instead. He couldn't get Gabe's hot body and gigantic dick out of his head. His boner would not go away. So, Ryan decided to jack it, and maybe he'll stop thinking about it. Gabe's offer lingered in Ryan's head. "If you want it," he remembered. Ryan stroked his dick as the shower doused his thin frame with steaming water. I WANT IT Ryan told himself as he stroked more furiously. And then, he imagined himself on all fours, begging for it like Donald did. Yeah I want it, he imagined himself saying to Gabe. He imagined Gabe answering back like he previously heard saying YOU'RE GONNA GET IT. Ryan couldn't control himself. He jacked with vigor. He softly verbalized his desire, "fuck me with your big poz cock." He was surprised how turned on he was as heard himself say it. "Yeah, use my ass. Fill me up with your poz cum," he softly said imagining Gabe deep inside him. Ryan's orgasm was inevitable, "fuck yeah, I want that poz cock" he tried not to say too loudly as he shot his load onto the tile in front of him. His orgasm seemed incredibly intense and nearly unstoppable. Finally, he felt his cock pumping, but no more jizz followed. After some long deep breaths, Ryan returned to normalcy. And he reflected on his "session." He decided that it was just dumb role play. That's all. No need to be worried.

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Week 2 I started off the week dropping by for my next set of blood work and to pick up my first check. I took the $500 check straight to the bank and waited all week for Friday to come. I thought back to last Friday and how it was the best sex of my life. My classes for Friday were canceled and I was able to head to the testing site early. The staff didn’t seem surprised to see me back early and let me get ready as the men gathered in the play rooms. Since I was early and a few guys had already arrived in the play area I was informed of an idea that they had for me to try. I was asked if I had sex in a sling. I had seen a few videos of guys getting fucked in slings and they always looked like they enjoyed it so much. I let them know that I had never had sex in a sling and wanted to try getting fucked in a sling. They took me to a special play room and had me climb into the sling. Once I was settled in I was ready for my shot. For the second week in a row I was memorized as they applied the piece of rubber to my upper arm, wiped a prominent vein, then stuck the needle in, drew back a little getting a flash of blood indicating that they were in the vein. With no warning the rubber tourniquet was removed and I felt the drug work on my body as I coughed out hard. I was really feeling the drug this week as they open the door to the room and the few men in the play area began to enter. The first guy stepped up and applied lube to my eager hole. As he slipped in a finger I felt a slight burn as he lubed my hole. I asked about the burn and was told that it was probably the lube and that I’d get used to it quickly. The guy lubing my hole was right and as I started to suck the cocks that were presented to me the burning faded and my hole became hungrier as he removed his fingers from my hole. I began begging for someone to fuck me. As I went back to sucking cock I felt a hard cock drive inside me in one stroke. I let a moan escape around the cock in my mouth as the guy inside my ass began to long dick me like a stud. The guy fucking me took his time as he used my ass and boy did it feel good to have a nice hard cock inside my hole. I thought he was going to cum inside me several times only to have him keep long dicking me. Finally when he began to grunt and groan I felt his cock spasm. He looked down at me, smiled and pulled out. It felt like a gallon of cum began to drip from my ass as another cock quickly was shoved inside. As the new guy between my legs began to pound away the guy who had just fucked me moved up next to me and leaned in to kiss me. As he began to pull away he told me to enjoy the 4 loads of jiz he shot inside my great ass. It didn’t take the guy fucking me long to cum as he was replaced by another guy between my spread legs. After a few hours in the sling I was ready to stretch my legs as a couple guys helped me down. While In the sling I was fucked by over a half dozen guys and took nearly a dozen loads. I felt cum running down my thighs as I walked around and noticed that there were more college guys getting fucked. I wondered around only to discover to find the first guy who fucked me that night lying on his back with hard cock pointing up. It was the first good look at that cock to see that it had to be nearly 9” long. It had to be the largest cock I had ever taken inside my ass. As I approached I noticed that he was lying there with his eyes closed. I climbed on the bed trying not to disturb him and position myself over his hard cock. His eyes opened as I began to lower myself down onto his magnificent cock. A smile came to his face as he asked if I remembered him from last week. I had to be honest and let him know that I was fucked by so many guys last week I did not remember him. He reminded me of when he fucked me, and that he didn’t cum since he had fucked so many of the other guys there that he was shooting blanks. He went on to tell me that he is usually good for many loads but that there were so many hot asses to fuck he ran out of cum. He figured that he’d keep from cumming all week as to have a nice reserve built up in his balls. As I began to ride his cock he pulled me down for a nice kiss. As our tongues began to duel I felt a hand on my back and felt a cock begin to work in alongside the one already inside my hole. I felt a slight burn as the cock made its way inside. As the burning faded the two cocks began to feel great as I looked over my shoulder to see a black guy behind me. The guy I had mounted told me that the guy joining us was his roommate and they were just waiting for a hottie like me to take the bait. I was motionless as the two cock inside began to piston in and out. This time no one held back as I felt the cocks spasm in turn emptying their load inside me. When we got up I noticed that they both had identical tattoos on their upper back between their shoulders. I still couldn’t place the symbol and asked what it meant. They looked at each other, flashed a grin and let me know that it was a reminder of their time here at school a few years back. They were sure that I’d probable get my own at sometime in the future to remind myself of the good times like tonight. I kept moving around getting fucked by who ever wanted my ass. When I started to get tired and the tops were heading home I made my way to the showers to clean up and get dressed. As I left I was reminded to stop by on Monday for my pay check and to submit to the weekly blood work.

Until recently I have never had a cock cum in my mouth so I have never tasted a load or swallowed one. I hooked up with a guy from a4a and after a good long fuck session (covered unfortunately but since it was our first time I was okay with that) I got my chance. I am not a really great cock sucker but I tried, he knew it was my first load so he gave me a hand. I was on my hands and knees on the bed while he stroked and face fucked me. When he was about to cum he held my head just so the full head of his cock was past my lips. He said he wanted me to taste it. I felt his cum on my tongue and suckled it for all I was worth and swallowed it. I got every drop! I loved it! Now I want more.

you can always wait 9 months and see who the baby looks like ;@)

If anonymous fucking is your thing, I've always liked the dark rooms in bath houses like Hawks. Sometimes I get off bending over and letting just any hard cock or fist probe at my ass. There's something primal and nasty about walking in blind, naked and greased knowing that you're going to get felt up and fucked by any guy who wants a hole to slide into. I remember one time I hit this sauna that was off the beaten path a little. I'd been partying and my cunt had been thoroughly fisted and fucked. My plan was to catch a nap in this quiet bath that tended to have an older client base (no techno, no crowds) naturally I was tweaking and so even though my cunt was sore as hell, all I could think of was getting something into it. I walked out into the quiet hall of this bath and it was pretty deserted. Most of the older guys were napping, doors open, or chatting. I walked around, took a dip in the whirlpool, sauna... then, on my way back to my room I saw this dark area. The room was big, and totally black. There was no way to navigate except by touch. I dumped my towel where I knew dudes could watch me walk in naked and took a big hit of poppers..... My head was swimming and my eyes were desperately trying to focus on anything... but there was no light. All I could feel was the throbbing ache of my swollen cunt and the sounds of bodies in the dark. I moved around, taking ample hits of poppers, making just enough noise to let guys know I was there and in heat. Pretty soon I felt a hand brush against my leg. He felt around a bit, got a sense of how I was built and felt for my cock. When he saw I was soft he reached around for my ass and went straight for my hole. Instantly he felt the swollen fuckhole and the sticky combination of lube and cum. This dude knew he'd found a hole he could fuck anyway he wanted. He dug his fingers in to my fisted hole and hissed through his teeth.... I heard him say something to someone else in the room and suddenly I had two faceless naked dudes fingering my hole. The pain was extraordinary as my abused cunt complained about more intruders raping its tender walls, but I loved being powerless to resist. Both guys took turns fucking my starving screaming hole. Each time their hard cocks would slide in, there would be the flood of sensation of being filled and the pain that quickly transformed into burning hunger. I could see in the dim light of the doorway, shadows of men who heard action in the pit, coming to see, coming to enjoy the sounds of fucking. In all I got fucked by four guys and gently fisted by another.... The beauty of being the only fucked up bottom in a sauna full of older dudes is that you get all the loads. I never did sleep that night, but my cunt still remembers the feeling

I got into the dark steam room and there were loads of Men in there, very sweaty, the dim red light that is normally giving some dim light was not on or broke; so it was dark with no lights at all, I was kinda feeling myself around. I was groped, fingered, ass cheeks pulled apart; the works. I must have been the only bottom available or giving the goods up as no one was fucking. This beary type guy pushed me over to suck some dick, could not see a thing and next thing he was fucking me, I could not have moved out even if I had wanted to; the guy I was sucking was really pushing it down my throat and they were talking I think they were a couple or something. after a while I felt the beary guy coming in my arse and being a tad vocal, he simply said, "here guys this ones ready and lubed", I was repeatedly fucked by different blokes and took about 10 loads. I loved getting fucked in there; in the dark wondering what was coming next; Men had their hands all over me, cocks in my mouth; while I was taking raw anonymous dick, it was like primal and desperate - i'm pretty sure about 12 or 13 guys took a turn during the time I hung out in there.

I have had two men in my past who were over 11". I have one of them on video. You can tell at one point I almost panicked and thought I couldn't take it, but I took it like a champ and he fucked the hell out me and pumped a huge Jamaican load up my hole. The second was a hot dentist. It was the biggest dick i've ever seen. Not only did I take it, I called another hung fuck bud with 9" over and they double fucked me. I really just wanted someone to come see this cock. I didn't think anyone would believe it. Oddly enough, he wanted more than anything to fist me. Knowing he was a doctor, and one of the hottest men I've ever been with, I wanted to give him that. It took ten months but I did get there and having him inside me that way was incredible. And I felt extremely accomplished. Odd that he always wore a condom to fuck me but fisted me bare handed. The same hands that fill teeth all day, lol. Open wide has an entirely knew meaning for me. We had a three some with a hot Columbian who he and I both knew, and he taught him to fist using me. Those are the only two times I've let that happen. But I look forward to having another man make me hot enough to want, and to take it again. After all, a fist is pretty much the same feeling as a really huge dick. Just gotta get past those damn knuckles. Thankfully dicks don't have them!

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.

comes to wales Rotz i'll have ya hehe x

1. It's fiction. 2. Some guys get off on such scenes and wouldn't be upset about it. 3. For the ones who would be upset about it, consider it an eye opener. It might be fiction but in reality, it has happened, it will happen, and hopping around on sites like these or others when you're unsure of what you want on riding on some imaginary fence of your own self-structured morality can be considerably consequential, especially if you casually place yourself in random situations on behalf of your hunger or curiosity. Read it or don't. Enjoy it or learn from it. But don't bitch about how evil it is and then brag about how you would slowly murder them. It's plainly hypocritical.

Steve and Billy... Part 4 Billy buzzed Leroy up to the apartment without even bothering to rouse Steve, who was still a spent heap of sweating, panting, fucked-up poz-pig; curled up on the sofa. Still, there was a look of yearning and anticipation in his eyes... “My MAN! How are you doin’?” beamed Leroy as he entered the room. He hugged Billy and his huge, muscular arms wrapped tightly around Billy’s generously muscled body. Standing about six-foot three, Leroy was a man you simply could not miss. Around 45, Jamaican, shaven-headed and covered in tattoos. When he smiled a line of irregular gold caps shone from every tooth. His face was handsome, but battle-scarred. And he was built. Seriously built! This was not just muscle from the gym. You could sense that Leroy had lived a hard, physical life and his body had responded by giving his shape a definition that was awesome for a man of his age. Leroy wore tattered, faded shorts and a loose, well-worn t-shirt. His big brown boots were scuffed and had never seen polish. But, he looked a man of style, nonetheless! “So, you called in the heavy artillery, man?” smiled Leroy. “Yes, this pig has just been slammed and bred rough, but I think he’s still a hungry pig-cunt who wants and needs more. I figured you were just the man for the job. I know how you like to breed a nice well-fucked and sloppy hole!” Billy laughed. “You got some gear?” questioned Leroy. Billy nodded at the bottles and needle on the side table. Leroy smiled. “So, fuck-pig, are you ready for some more Tina and some hot black dick?” Steve smiled, vaguely. “I’ll take that as a yes!” Steve showed his arm, bruised from the previous slam. He held it out with a greedy, yet quizzical look. What was another slam going to feel like? Billy laughed... “Look Leroy. The pig thinks he’s getting slammed first! Boy, he needs to learn his place and some fucking manners!” Billy, slowly and methodically followed the same ritual he had showed Steve earlier in the evening. He wrapped the rubber hose tight around Leroy’s bulging bicep, but there was little need. His veins were very prominent and soon the slam was complete. As he refilled the syringe, Steve could not help noticing that the container with the liquid T was turning pink and blood stained. The same needle had been used throughout... Next, Billy wrapped his arm tight, clenched his fists and slammed himself another big T-load. Carefully, he pulled the needle back slightly and about 1ml of his blood remained in the syringe. “I’m gonna blood-slam you this time, pig! See, there’s my fresh blood in there. But it was Leroy who infected me. And he’s got one nasty, drug-resistant strain too! He doesn’t exactly lead a ‘regular’ life, so he is off and on meds. His viral load is way, way off the scale...” With this Leroy offered back his other arm and Billy withdrew blood carefully. Then, he added in a generous slam from the rapidly depleting bottle of T-mix and offered up the deep, pink mix to the light to release the remaining air from the syringe. “Now, lets see that arm again, fuck-pig!” Knowing he had no choice, Steve offered up his arm. He felt so fucking horny; he would do anything to sustain this rush! He watched as the blood-slam flowed into him. He could hardly believe he was so turned on by the sight of this. This was way beyond his wildest cyber-wank fantasies, but the sheer extreme nature of the game was making him gag with sexual excitement and naked lust for cock, any cock. Without saying a word, Leroy and Billy proceeded to undress completely. Clearly they were used to working as a pig-team! It was great to see Billy fully naked for the first time; thought Steve, and Leroy was one hot, black dude! In his T-fuelled reverie, Steve suddenly clocked Leroy’s huge dick. Holy shit! It seemed to stretch halfway down his thigh, and was tipped with a seriously scary piece of metal. It was a PA, but unlike any PA Steve had ever seen before. It was massive! “Come over here and worship some serious meat, fucker!” Billy barked at Steve. Steve crawled on his hands and knees, using all his strength, towards the two sexed-up fuck-gods in his living room. He started sucking Billy’s rock-hard cock again, but all his focus was on the gleaming, dark flesh-pole that was moving towards him. It was not yet even halfway hard, but it was an extraordinary sight. Sucking deep on Steve’s meat, he smelled the powerful stench of cock-cheese on Leroy’s uncut dick. Clearly this was not a man who washed too often, but the smell and the dark, powerful smell of sweat and piss and cum combined to drive his senses even wilder. “Time to taste mine now pig...” ordered Leroy, yanking Steve across the floor and pushing his mouthy towards his groin. Steve opened wide and felt the huge cockhead enter his mouth and wondered if he was going to get even the head in his mouth, never mind the shaft down his throat. The girth was immense and growing fast! But lust and Tina drove him onwards and he relaxed his jaw like the cock-sucking pro he was becoming. Leroy, ground his hips and worked his cock in smooth circles in Steve’s mouth and started speeding up the motion whilst pushing ever deeper. “Man, this pig can suck dick!” Leroy gasped. “I bet his little fuck-hole is sa-weet!” Billy grabbed Steve’s hips and pulled them up so that he went from kneeling to standing in a bent position in one deft manoeuvre. Relentlessly Leroy carried on fucking his face and Steve felt Billy’s cock slide deep into him in one brutal push. Now both were riding him; using him like the cum-whore he wanted to be. Billy and Leroy simply smiled at each other as they pleasured themselves. They had found themselves another pig for their rapidly expanding stable... Then, at a nodded signal, Billy slid his meat out and came round to replace Leroy fucking Steve’s face. This could only mean one thing... Steve knew he was going to experience the biggest cock he had ever seen. And it was hard as a rock. So all those bitchy gay stories about big ones staying soft were simply envy talking... Fuck! Then suddenly it was in him... first the huge head, then the shaft that thickened in the middle and bent slightly downwards. He had imagined a searing pain, but the feeling was just of being stretched almost unimaginably. Deeper, wider than he thought possible. He had laughed in sex stores at dildos smaller than this, thinking that nobody could possibly ever take them. Now he was being ridden, and ridden hard, but this monster dick. And it felt so good... For what seemed like hours the two studs pumped and fucked his hole. Switching and sharing his hot, bleeding arse. But Steve was feeling no pain, just elation and endorphin-rush heaven! Billy loaded into him first. But this guy seemed ever-hard, and soon he was back in the game! The first time Leroy seeded his hole he howled like a wolf and pushed his hips brutally so that his meat was buried all the way in Steve, who bucked and pushed back onto him like the pig he had become. Steve was almost losing count of the loads inside him when Billy stopped fucking him suddenly... “I think this pig is ready to experience your secret weapon Leroy my man!” With this Leroy dug into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a big lump of shining metal. He unscrewed the PA ring at the tip of his dick and pushed this new metal object through and tightened it carefully. Steve gasped as he caught sight of the PA. It was a massive full steel ring, studded with three short, stumpy metal spikes. Fuck no! His arse was about to be wrecked...

Steve and Billy Part 3... Billy knew that Steve was both shit-scared and horny. He could spot the signs of a proto-pig a mile away... The look of hunger and longing in those deep, baby-blue eyes. The panting, hungry breathing pattern. The body language that said he was both temporarily spent, but eager as hell to experience whatever happened next... "Get that pretty little arse over here now, fucker! Now I said!" growled Billy. With a swift, fluid movement Steve crawled over towards the object of his lust and knelt at his feet. Shit! He was offering his submission to this sex animal without even being asked to do so. Billy smirked. "You really want this bad don't you fuck-pig!? So all that cyber-stuff was for real. Well, that's good mate, 'cos I wasn't planning on fucking about either! You asked for this, so many times, and in so many ways... Now you're going to get it! Now, give me your left arm fucker. Lay it flat, palm side up on the table." Steve obeyed without hesitation. What the fuck was he doing? But the excitement was making his heart pound like a bass-drum in his chest... Without a word Billy wound the rubber tourniquet tightly around his bicep and examined the exposed veins at his elbow joint. He picked a prominent one, took the loaded syringe, tapped it to release any last tiny bubbles and pushed til one drop of clear fluid dripped freely. Like a medical pro he positioned the needle flat to the blue vein and with a slow, steady pressure the needle slid in... Steve watched, both mesmerised and sweating with the fear and thrill of it! What he wasn't expecting was for Billy to draw the syringe back, so that a drop of blood seeped its way into the clear fluid. Then with a definite push Billy emptied the contents into his system. The deed was done. For a moment Steve wondered if it was all a scam, or an elaborate hoax, as he felt nothing happen. Then with a roar of sensation the T took hold and he felt amazing! So many things at once. Relaxation, a sense of power, hunger and a physical change in his body that made him feel invincible... And horny as hell! Steve almost floated back onto the floor once Billy had withdrawn the needle and removed the tourniquet. He was listening to himself laughing out loud. Then watched, wrapped with attention, as he watched Billy take a second slam with the same needle and skillfully slammed himself. Fuck, it looked horny!!! Now Billy stood above him like a colossus, his strong legs locked astride his chest and his huge dick was rock solid and proud again. How did he do that so quickly after that first gushing load? Billy could see the quizzical look on his face, and laughed aloud too. "Some people get Tina dick." He pointed at Steve's flaccid cock. "And some lucky fuckers get to play all night long. My Grandma, the gypsy-bitch, always said I was born lucky...!" "Now get up here and worship my meat. The only lube you are getting is your own spit, so make it nice and wet you cock-sucking fuck-pig!" Steve rose slowly and carefully, and then knelt in obeisance to the man-meat. He dove onto it like a man who had not eaten for a month. His hunger shocked and surprised him, but not long enough to make him stop sucking... Deep, deeper and finally to his amazement he was swallowing it all down without the slightest signs of gagging. He sucked for all he was worth, clearly loving it! The saliva slicked the huge pole and dripped from the sides of his mouth. He cared nothing for how he looked and focused 100% on the job in hand. Then, suddenly, Billy grabbed his head halfway down the shaft and held it firmly in position with the vice-like grip of his two strong hands. "I think the fuck-pig cock-sucker is having way too much of a good time... Let's see if your arse is as hungry shall we?" Then, with a simple fast movement Billy lifted him bodily to his feet and pushed him roughly, head-first onto his knees on the wide leather sofa. His delicious arse was stood there to attention and Billy could almost swear he heard it saying 'please, fuck me!'... He positioned the huge mushroom head to the puckered hole and slid in there with surprising subtlety. He knew from past experience that many guys fantasised about a dick like his mounting them roughly, but few could actually take it without screaming the place down! So he was two-thirds into Steve's hole before he even realised what was happening. Then, like the experienced fucker he was, Billy pushed past the second ring, using the T-hunger and lowering of inhibitions that the T had created in Steve to make it seem effortless. This pig was starting to impress him! Now he was riding him, grabbing his hips and using him rough and fucking hard. Though tight, it was clear this pig wanted to take anything and everything Billy had to offer. Cool, he figured, so be it... In the space of less than 5 seconds Billy withdrew, flipped Steve on his back with his ankles over his shoulders and had plunged his pole back in there. Then with an intense rhythmic pounding Steve was taken to arse heaven and beyond. For 30 - or was it 60? - minutes Billy fucked relentlessly, grunting filth in his ear and telling him about his plans to own his arse completely. Then, as Steve began to feel he could take very little more, Billy reached his hand down to jerk his dick and it came up red with blood from Steve's raw pounded meat-hole. This sight clearly turned Billy on and with a series of monumental thrusts and moans he spat his poz load into Steve's wrecked hole. Grunting and still spasming, Billy pulled out his dick and forced it into Steve's mouth. "Taste that fucker. That's your arse, blood and my breeding-load. Now you're the pig you always wanted to be... How does it feel?" But Steve was beyond words...

Steve and Billy... Part 2 When Billy entered the main room of his 29th floor apartment the atmosphere changed. Instantly, Steve knew this was going to be a life changing night! His online 'friend' was everything he dreamed of, and more... Six-foot-six plus in his 20-hole black boots and his bleached jeans wrapped so tight around bis muscular thighs, you would almost think they were sprayed on! "Hello you kinky fucker!" said Billy, surprisingly loudly! "You've got me all steamed up online and now it's my turn to show you a good time, isn't it? Like what you see?" Steve nodded rather sheepishly and offered Billy a beer, which he gulped down in one and held out his bottle for a refresher before Steve had even sipped his. "You'd better stick to a soft drink mate. I've got a special little brew for you that's does not mix too well with alcohol, unless you're used to it!" So this was the start of his 'initiation', Steve thought... Game on! Without any further word or invitation, Billy lunged at Steve and pushed him roughly onto the leather couch. Steve fell awkwardy, but Billy pinned him down with his full force and planted a smacking kiss onto his lips. He reeked of cigarettes, alcohol, sweat and sex! For a guy his height, Billy was also very broad-shouldered and his muscular arms were smothered with crude, mismatched tattoos. His torso shaped to a narrow waist with a perfect V shape, and his tight butt was well-muscled and clearly devoid of an ounce of spare body fat. But the biggest and most prominent feature was the pronounced bulge in his tight jeans. You simply could not miss it! The shape was defined, so that you could see his fat meat crammed down one thigh, while his balls bulged clearly below his flat stomach. Steve was winded, but clearly very excited as he tried to give as good as he got with a passionate returned kiss. Then, as quickly as he had lunged, Billy parted and stood up. Using his boot to make sure that Steve stayed put on the couch. "OK Fucker, where so you want me to use you? Here or the bedroom" "I figured the bedroom?" ventured Steve. "Wrong. I like it here!" laughed Billy demonically. "OK..." Then with a full-force slap across the face, Billy hissed, "Shut the fuck up fucker. From now on we play by my rules! Now strip naked. Lets see the goods..." Steve paused, then started to remove his shoes, socks, shirt, pants and underwear as Billy stood and simply looked casually on... Steve's obvious excitement was standing ro attention as a good near eight inches, and Billy smiled. He reached forward and roughly grabbed the stiff meat. The look of pain was clear on Steve's face. "You won't be needing that tonight fucker! Your arse is mine. Wasn't that our deal?" Steve nodded. OK then... Billy started searching in his small black holdall and picked out a small bottle of what looked like flat Cola. He passed it to Steve without a move and motioned him to drink it all... Damn, it tasted diagusting, even disguised by the sweet Cola taste. Steve, knew that this was his first taste of GBL. Wow! He sank back to a crouched position on the couch and waited for the effect to kick in. It didn't take long. His head started to spin and he felt both hot and slightly nauseous. Billy took his cue and grabbed Steve roughly by the throat and pulled him onto the floor on his knees. Steve swayed, but Billy's towering form was pressed firmly against him now. His huge, bulging crotch right in front of his face. "Sniff that! Soon that will be in your hole, raw and deep!" Steve gulped. Did he say raw? Sure they had chatted about that fantasy, but was Billy serious? Deadly serious it seemed. As he slowly unzipped his jeans the towering pole of flesh, muscle and blood became visible, and it was already like a rock! Shit! Not even in porn had Steve seen a dick like this! "Open wide, fucker!" laughed Billy as he roughly pushed his meat, all thick, uncut ten inches of it, down Steves throat. Steve gagged, almost choked, but sucked for all he was worth. Billy grabbed his head as he used the warm, wet mouth and throat as his pleasure-hole. Pumping and fucking solely for his own pleasure. Steves eyes looking up, pleadingly, for air or respite. But still he fucked. Until with a deep groan Billy shot a massive load down Steve's throat... It felt like gallons! He held it there a few more moments and squeezed out every drop, then withdrew roughly and dropped Steve onto the floor like a stone. "That's your first taste, fucker! Now for the main course..." He reached into his bag again, and pulled out a length of rubber hose, a syringe and a small glass vial... It was time to slam the pig!

Sounds great, i definitely need to get out to Berlin sometime soon and spread my legs for anyone and everyone!

I love going to leather bars with dark rooms. I'll get fucked in the backroom but I'll also aim to get fucked outside the backroom in a well-lit area, even right at the bar, which has happened on occasion. I like it when everyone in the bar knows what I am. Even when I take a break and get a drink, it's hot meeting and talking to guys who have just seen my ass get used in front of everyone. If I meet someone at the bar who isn't up for fucking me out in the open, I'll go with them to the dark room.

i don't know. i kinda like to see the guy who's doing me. More important, i want other Men to see that i am being done -- and maybe from that, they get the idea. For me, the best situation is in a bar or club or a party, where the lights are low but not totally dark. A totally dark room with totally anon sex is a different kind of a thrill. Don't get me wrong; i'll do it and i'll be thankful for the loads, but it's not what i really crave,