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What follows is true. This happened about 3 weeks ago (November 2014). Enjoy. I did. I am 22, 5'7, 120 pounds. I am bisexual, but only in the sense that two or three times a year I find myself craving cock enough to "go through with it." My first hookup was when I was several years earlier. I connected with a 30 year old guy through gay.com. We got together and he ruined me in his car. From that point on it was only a matter of time, I guess. I have long been a member of A4A, and until recently I thought that was the only place to look for dirty minded 40+ top daddies, who are, to be honest, my top interest. I like being treated like a boy slut by men old enough to be my father. I had met a few here and there, enough to learn how to properly shave my entire body, to fast for two days before sex, how to clean myself out perfectly. I even managed to find a 65 year old who lived a few miles from me and became, until recently, a regular fuck buddy, but a few weeks ago, after reading a story on breeding.zone, I decided to give BBRT a try. At first I wasn't sure if I should really put myself out as it seemed as if most of the guys were poz, but then the flood of older men in my area wanting to push their bare cocks into me kept me coming back. One guy in particular caught my attention, and led to the story that follows. Again, I have made no embellishments. This is true. We exchanged messages for a couple weeks. He was 50 whereas I was 22. I'm certain looking back that I must have been a cut of fresh meat on BBRT - skinny smooth twinks who love older tops, bareback sex, anonymous connections, glory holes, groups, and, what I now know caught his attention, stealth role-play. While I am by no means a bugchaser as the word 'stealth' might lead you to believe, I do go absolutely wild when I imagine a total stranger filming me as I take his condom covered cock up up my ass, only to have him take it off and 'force' me down and pump his cum deep in my ass while I beg him not to. My second fantasy is to meet a total stranger who has, without my knowledge, posted an ad online for anonymous tops to come fuck 'his boy'. Finally, I get off on the idea of being filmed doing any and all these things. I told him all this. I didn't know it at the time, but I as I wrote to him I was writing my own story. I had planned the hookup for weeks, even before I met him. I knew what I wanted and I knew I would find it. The only question was 'Who did I think could get me closest to making my fantasies come true?' This guy, however, fit the bill perfectly. He wrote me as if from his first message I was his boy, showing me photographs of another twenty-something year old guy for whom he had arranged a bareback gang bang. He also had a studio-quality video camera and also mentioned a small 'dungeon' in his basement, but it seemed as if he wanted to keep it for a surprise as he didn't provide any photographs. He did, however, show me his perfect seven inch cock. Had he been any bigger I might not have gone through with it as I've been fucked enough times to know that I can't handle much more than a seven inch dick. The rest of the package was equally appealing: he was a leather daddy type, not quite a biker but bald with a goatee, slightly stocky sporting a shaved cock and balls. I get off on that. He offered to host a week in advance, which made it the following Friday, instructing me to show up at 8:00 PM. He also told me to do exactly as he said, and in exchange for which he would "Make your wildest fantasies come true." I remember when he first said those words I made sure to tell him that if he ever did invite total strangers to use me, they would have to use condoms. He could fuck me bare, and I would take his load anywhere he wanted to put it, but I was clear headed at the time and drew a line between fantasy and reality. I don't remember exactly what he said but whatever it was, it worked. Now let me preface this by saying I would never list "party" in a hookup ad because of what I think it implies. There are too many people who are hardcore into things like tina for me to feel comfortable with associating myself with that group. However, on this particular occasion I had procured a healthy amount of molly from a friend, and had every intention of rolling my way through the best raw fucking of my life. I took two points before I got in the shower, and an hour later, as I was finishing up, I started to realize just how much fun I was about to have. I spent some time playing with my hole, making sure I was ready. I probably enema to an unhealthy extent, but it's critical to me that I am as clean on the inside as a human being can be. Finally finished, and pushing those last minute jitters out of my mind, I ate two more points, tucked six more into my sock, and hopped into the car. His house was in the suburbs of Denver, not too far but remote enough that no one would care what went on there. He opened the door and pulled me inside by the back of my neck. He was smoking a cigar. I was trembling uncontrollably. The molly had set in and I knew in a matter of minutes I would be doing some of the dirtiest things imaginable. "Good boy" he said, as he lead me down a dark staircase into a room flooded with red light. What I saw was entirely new to me. I have never been to a bathhouse or sex club, but after spending a night in this man's basement, maybe that isn't true. The room was about 20x20. Carpeted. The first thing that caught my eye was a large camera on a tripod in the corner. I had never seen a camera that large before. In the center of the room was a very nice king size bed. Other than two side tables that I'm sure were only there to hold the lube, condoms, and handcuffs I saw, the room was empty, but felt complete. This place was made for forbidden sex. "Strip," he ordered as he left me in the center of the room, returning to the tripod. I obeyed as he asked "What are you going to do tonight?" "Anything you tell me to." "Anything?" I hesitated for a moment, still unsure of what I had gotten myself into. "Yes." Just as I finished taking off the last of my clothes, he pulled out his phone with a devious looking grin, took a photo of me, and sent what was either a lengthy text message or many short ones. [Master filming his boy take loads in private dungeon NOW] My little boy needs cum from total strangers. Perfect hole. Send face and cock for daddy. PLAY ALONG.

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…

Well here I was, locked in a police cell for the night because of a dumb dare made by some friends who disappeared as soon as the patrol car lights appeared, leaving me with no way back over the fence. (Note to self: get some new friends.) The two cops had been taking a break parked well down the dark alley out of the way like and it would just have to be the alley with the fence and the gleaming virgin wall just itching for some spray paint. Lights, action, caught!!! At least it was a quiet night. I was the only resident of the dark, gloomy holding cell. Half of the lights were broken or just plain missing. Anyhow, damn. I had just turned legal and now I had a record. I hadn't made my one phone call as I was trying to avoid telling my parents I wasn't staying at my buddy Billy’s place for the night but rather that the cops had picked me up while I was out spraying. Laying here on the pallet I found myself horny. I hadn’t had my nightly wank, so I figured 'What the hell? I’m full of testosterone and four wanks a day barely keep my cock down. Oh yeah, I guess I should describe myself. I'm Ben, I’m just 18, I'm 5’5” but definitely a gym rat as I take after my Dad, and he started me early. At 18 I’m packing some serious muscle and a real nice beer can cock. You know the type: kinda short, only 5”, but thick as your wrist and a big mushroom head. Light brown hair cut high and tight like my Dad. Yup. You guessed it. I’m an army brat and nice enough looking to turn heads. I must have dozed off as I was startled when the outside door clanged open and in the dim light I saw a figure walking into the hallway. The glint of his badge told me he was a cop. He turned around and locked the outer door to the cells and walked down the line to the last cell in the row where I was put for giving some bad mouth to the duty officer, practically in the dark. He was big not just tall but seemed to darken the room. I couldn’t see his face in the gloom and his peaked cap hid his face. His baton clanked the bars some more to ensure I was awake before he spoke with a deep voice seemingly coming all the way up from his very shinny boots. “So you’re the bad mouthed twink that’s messing up my quiet night on cell duty. That don’t make me happy, not one bit boy, so you’re going to pay. Only the skeleton crew is on tonight, boy, and it's just going to be you and me for the next hour at least," he drawled. Fuck I’m so screwed, I thought. “Now boi get your face over here against the bars so I can have a good look at you." I got up and trepedaciously walked over, saying "I'm sorry, officer, that I've ruined your night. Don't worry, I'll be really quiet. I won't be a bother to you at all." The officer just smirked. Once I was at the bars I could see his handsome face, tight cropped beard. I could also see he was built like the brick shit-house that stood in my grandmother's back yard. He put away his baton and in a flash his big hand was round my throat pulling me up on my toes and choking me, his other big hand grabbed my crotch pulling me hard against the bars with a clunk. “You do as you’re told and you might just survive the night boy, but you better keep your gob shut.”

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

The following are the original twelve steps as published by Fucks Anonymous: Bottoms admitted we were powerless over being fucked —that our lives had become unmanageable unless we were fucked. Came to believe that any man that wants to fuck a bottom could restore us to sanity. Made a decision to turn our will and our asses over to the care of any man that wants to fuck us. Made a fearless immoral search for as much cum as we could get. Admitted to men, to ourselves, and to any man that wanted to fuck us that that was the only thing we were capable of being used for. Were entirely ready to have any man pump his load up our asses. Humbly asked every man that crossed our path to use us as cum rags. Made a list of all persons we like to have cum inside us, and became willing to bend over for them. Made every effort to service men fully. Continued to take loads up the ass, and when we were full... kept going. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with a man's dick, praying only for his will take shoot as much cum inside us as he could. Having been fucked by every man that crossed our path, we tried to carry this message to other bottoms, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.

A few years ago, I was bottoming at an ABS, and had an interesting experience. I went into a booth, stripped totally naked, and pushed the bench inside sideways. I climbed on it and got into "the position" and unlocked the door. I had a few look in and then a black guy came in. He wasted no time in mounting me and bottoming out deeply very very quickly. I was having the most amazing fuck. He then reached over and opened the door, leaving us exposed to all that were in the hall. A friend of his came in, and they shut and locked the door. The new guy, got his dick sucked as his friend was fucking me deeply. Suddenly, he pulled out, and it was like a vacuum inside me. His friend pulled out of my mouth and they were swapping positions. At this time I decided to take a few more deep hits of poppers and get ready. I heard one of them say to the other "save some of that for me" and I felt my ass being penetrated...this time it was different though. It was several fingers massaging my ass inside and they were rough. I felt a burning sensation and at the time attributed it to his rough fingers and nails. I continued to inhale my poppers and get ready for some more fucking when suddenly I couldn't get enough.. The friend plugged into my ass and rode me and deep too. I felt my ass working his dick and it felt like it had a mind of it's own. I rode his cock for ages until he loaded deep inside me.... and rapidly he pulled out. The friend I'd been sucking ran back, plunged deep into me and very quickly added his load to my ass. As he pulled out, it was like something else had control of my body; my ass was convulsing and acting like it was trying to pump his dick, even though nothing was inside me. I laid on the bench, my ass pumping and twitching all by it's self and the two guys quickly dressed, exited and left the door open. I'm sure I was a sight, and it only took a moment for someone else to come in, and commence fucking me... I never even looked at them...just took a few more hits of poppers and let them do what ever they wanted.... at that point anyone could do anything they wanted to me and I wouldn't have cared, so long as they fucked me and came in me. I had a few more fucks that night, but how many? I have no clue. A few years later it occurred to me that after reading stories here, that I'd likely been given a booty bump of tina. It would explain what happened to me... it was both frightening and enticing, and God help me, I think I'd do it again if I could only get fucked like that again...only more of that sensation and more and more guys fucking the cum into me.

Unplanned sex can be messy but that's life. We are talking about fucking an asshole. If I have time I'll clean out. If not then we'll just deal with whatever happens. I'm not going to pass up a load just because I may not be squiky clean.

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

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

Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.

I reconnected with an ex-lover not too long ago. We didn't part on the best of terms. He threatened to call the cops on me when I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. He was 17 at the time. He begged me to fuck him then when we first met. So, I did. And then, once he realized I didn't wanna fuck anymore after a month or so, he threatened to call the police. What a nice guy. Maybe what happened next was Karma. We made peace and started hanging out recently a few years after our bad split. We'll call my ex lover "Kyle" for privacy sake. We went to some random party one night in Gainesville, Florida and we talked about how we should find a top for both of us to share. He loved the idea. I knew my friend Corey was always up for topping a hot twink. Kyle was a "pocket gay" at about 5-7, 115 pounds, white boy with emo rimmed glasses. He was a total bottom. I told Kyle that my friend Corey would play with us, but warned Kyle that Corey was poz. I described Corey to Kyle - 5-11, 140, 24 yo, huge cock, blond hair, nice body, etc. Kyle was very interested but scared of the poz aspect. I told Kyle that we could all play safe, and at least he knew what he was getting. (Well, maybe he didn't, as it turns out.) So, the next night, I arranged for Corey to come over. I told Corey that Kyle knew he was poz, and that we would just see what happened. I ended up getting a bit too drunk. I started the threesome activity to get us started .. kissing, we took turns going down on each other. I then left the bed to sit at my desk and look for music vidz on YT as I was too drunk/exhausted to continue. Besides, I could play with either of them any other day. It was only a few minutes before Corey was eating Kyle's ass. Kyle moaned. Corey must have ate his ass for at least 10 minutes. And Kyle was loving every moment of it. I was a bit distracted by the playlist I was constructing, and before I knew it, Corey was fucking Kyle. I guess Kyle didn't care about Corey being poz after all. Corey slowly picked up his face as he fucked Kyle doggy style. I was amazed that Kyle was so quiet, though. Corey started pounding him harder. Still, Kyle only occasionally moaned. Must be a bigger power bttm, than I realized. Corey doesn't just fuck. He slam fucks. Deep powerful jabs. And he often likes to take his massive cock all the way out and then drive it all the way in again often. Tonight was no exception. Corey fucked Kyle for over a half hour in 4 or 5 different positions. Only in the last few minutes did Kyle start getting verbal beyond the occasional grunt. Kyle's moans became louder and louder. Corey pounded harder and harder. Loud slaps rang out as Corey drilled Kyle's ass. Both of them moaned increasingly louder. "I'm about to cum," Kyle whined. Corey power slammed his cock in and out as fast as he could and I could tell both of them were cumming at the same time. I noticed Corey didn't bother to pull out either. Kyle didn't seem to mind one bit. Both cleaned themselves up, and the two of them left separately moments later. The next day I got a text from Kyle that said "Wait, was Corey poz?" I guess Kyle couldn't remember. It occurred to me that Kyle was drunk, and high the night before. So, I guess he just forgot. I told him he was and Kyle replied with "wow, thanks." I was going to reply but I figured why waste the time. Maybe Kyle got what he deserved for being such an ass a few years ago. And he should probably be thanking me for real. He got one hell of an ass pounding.

I had been horny all week not able to get out and play with any of my regular fuck buddies my hole was hungry. I was idly cruising squirt waiting to see if one of my regular fuck buds showed up, no luck. I was about to give up and log off when a chat request popped up. I didn't recognise the user name, but the pic looked intriguing, and older daddy type in reasonable shape. "Hey you looking to play?" Indeed I was, the horniness was driving at this point, "Yeah mate, you can host?". A few seconds passed before the response "Yeah, here's my address be here in half an hour" And with that I quickly put on my come fuck me out fit, a tight jock strap, tight little white footy shorts and a dark singlet. I jumped in the car and drove over, with that nervous mix of anticipation and excitement, my hole twitching at the thought of some hot cock. I arrived at a fairly average house on a quiet street, no activity nearby, I realised all of sudden how late it had gotten, had to be close to midnight. Not that i cared, there was a slight chill in the air and I could hear some music coming from inside the house as I approached the door. I knocked, and heard some activity inside. The door opened to the guy from the pics he looked even better in person, he was wearing nothing but a towel and a smile "Hey mate come on in", I slipped passed and felt him admiring my tight arse in my shorts. I was in the living room, a big screen TV was playing a bareback porno, a guy on screen was getting it good and deep. This made my cock start to stir and strain against my jock, in the middle of the room between the lounge and the tv was a massage table. As I was taking this in my host had closed the door and dropped his towel. "I thought you might like a massage to help you relax". I was admiring his cock, had to be 8 inches and was only half hard at best. "That would be awesome mate", I replied and started to shed my clothes, I didn't need much encouragement at this point, and my cock was becoming uncomfortable in my jock. As I bent over to drop my shorts, he came up behind me cupping one of my cheeks in his hand, a finger ever so slightly working towards my hole. "Very nice mate" "Thanks" I don't get too many complaints I cheekily replied, "Bet you don't, if you don't mind I'm gonna give that some special attention when you're on the table, I have a special oil that will get you nice and slippery". As I got onto the table and positioned my head on the cut out, I said "Sounds good mate, been a while so I'll be a little tight". As I positioned my self I heard him getting his equipment together, then at the massage table head opening a cup with a straw appeared, "Gotta keep your fluids up mate" I took a big sip without even asking what it was, it was water but there was something else I didn't recognise. As I finished the contents of the cup I started to feel very relaxed and warm, I'd never done anything stronger than vodka and at first thought maybe there had been some in the drink. Then I felt his hands spreading warm oil all over my back, and as promised extra attention on my arse. He was kneading and spreading my meaty cheeks and I felt extra oil dripping on my hole. I was really enjoying the attention, and my cock was harder than it had ever been, a pool of pre cum between my stomach and the table. Then I felt something I will always remember, a sharp pain in my arse "Hey whats that", "Don't worry mate, just the special oil it burns at first but soon you won't notice it". He kept working a finger in and out of my hole running it all around the rim, and he was right the burning started to subside and it was replaced with a warm feeling and then a hunger, my hole started to open up and I then I heard this low guttural moaning, I thought it was the porn movie, but no it was me I was moaning for more. I felt him press more of his "special oil" into my hole, and this time he had two maybe three fingers inside me, I couldn't really tell but the other thing that was happening was I was raising my arse up to meet the strokes of his fingers. "Oh yeah I think this cunts ready for some cock", all I would do was moan in agreement "mmmhhhhh" "You gonna take my charged load in your cunt mate?", his charged load? what was he talking about?, all I wanted was his cock inside my hole right now! He was now on top of me, rubbing his cock against the opening of my cunt, teasing my hungry hole. "Your profile says you only play safe, but you don't want that tonight do you". He was right but at this moment all I wanted was cock raw and deep in me "I don't care fucking put it in me" I managed to slur out, "I can fuck you raw?", "yeah mate, fucking breed my hole I want your load" - I'd seen enough bareback porn to know the lingo. That was all he needed to hear, in one swift movement he positioned the head of his cock at my hole and buried it balls deep inside me, normally that would have hurt like hell, but instead I felt I finally had I what I needed, a big fat cock inside me. He started to pump me and all I wanted was this cock inside me forever. It felt amazing, sliding so effortlessly in and out coating my insides in pre cum. He pulled out without warning, "Hey", He slapped my arse hard, "Don't worry mate, we just need to relocate" He helped guide me off the table into a room at the back of the house, inside it was lit by only a soft blue glow, the walls lined with mirrors, and on one wall a tv showing an angle on the sling in the middle of the room, he helped put me into it and strapped my wrists and arms in place, then he disappeared for a moment I admired the view of my open arse in the mirrors it felt so empty and I could watch it pulsing hungry for cock. After what seemed like an eternity he reentered the room holding a needle and a rubber strap, "This is gonna make you feel even better mate", in my already partially chemmed up state, from the "special oil" I wasn't able to fight back, especially strapped into the sling, as he swabbed a vein on my arm, and applied the strap I mumbled some half hearted objection "nah mate I don't do needles". "It's okay mate, this will be worth it", and then he stuck the needle in my arm, a little blood appeared and then he depressed the plunger, I felt a slight warming in my arm, then he released the strap and I felt it hit me almost immediately, a head rush and several sharp coughs, then all I wanted was cock, as much cock as I could get. "How you feel mate", "Fuck me, give me that fucking cock" He smiled positioned himself at my arse and slid inside me, it felt more awesome than before even, he started working into me hard and fast. The sling swinging me in rhythm with his thrusts getting me impaled longer and deeper. And then he started "You gonna take my charged load boy, you gonna take Daddy's toxic seed in your cunt?!" "Yes fucking breed me, give me that load, I want that fucking load". And then I felt it the warm rush of toxic cum bathing my insides, he pulled out and shoved a butt plug inside me to hold the cum, didn't want to waste any. I was still horny, and wanted more, little did I know I would get it and then some. More to come....

Sometimes, things just work out. I live in a small town which makes getting a load a rare thing, and getting more than one load has never happened - until this past weekend. I had put up a couple of ads, and had chatted with a few guys, but it seemed like nothing was going to happen. Then within 15 minutes something clicked and three of the guys with whom I'd been chatting announced they wanted to come over. In the next hour and a half, I was fucked very well, three times, by three different guys, all bare, and all three dumped his cum deep inside me. After the last one left I set up my camera and took a video of the cum, (quite a lot of it, as it turned-out) that was streaming out of my well used ass. I wiped myself off and got dressed with a smile on my face at the memory of a fantastic slutty time. My first multiple loading. Wearing a pair of jeans, I went about my business, cleaned up inside the house a little and took the trash out. About halfway to the trash can, my next door neighbor called out to ask me a question. I walked over and she asked me to look at something on her car. While bending over to check something under the hood I felt something odd and suddenly my ass and legs felt damp. She wasn't paying attention, so fearing the worst, I slipped my hand down the back of my jeans and my hand came out covered in cum. By this time the wetness was down to the back of my knees. Although it was somewhat awkward, I did my best to continually face my neighbor so she wouldn't see the wet streaks down both of my legs. Eventually I finished checking what she asked me to check, and very carefully exited back to my yard. When I got inside my house I put my hand back in my jeans and found the top of both legs wet with cum. I could even smell it with my jeans still on. I eased the jeans off and found a big wet spot in the seat. In fact it was so big a wet spot that it extended down both legs almost to the knee. It seems that the cum that I caught on video was only a small portion of what was actually deposited inside me. The thought that I was walking around outside with the three loads pouring out of me was so too much. I had to jack off, with my cum soaked jeans laying across my face.

I had just started taking anonymous loads recently and had only had three pumped into me, one through a gloryhole downtown and two at the adult theater in Lake City. Some guys might not consider them anonymous because I did see the men's faces and had exchanged a few words, but didn't ask the guys' HIV status. I really wanted to take a load from a man I'd never seen or spoken to. I didn't want to do it at a bathhouse, and the cops were cracking down on the gay bars, so I was pretty much out of luck. Then the Lake City theater remodeled one of their rooms into a dark maze. It was a Saturday night and the place was crowded, except for the maze. There were maybe three or four guys roaming the darkness; hard to tell exactly. I guess the "straight" guys were intimidated by the darkness, afraid some big, bad queer was going to rape their virgin assholes. Me, on the other hand, that was exactly what I hoped for. The room was well planned. Three concentric walls with corridors about four feet wide. One entrance opening from the rest of the theater, and one opening in each ring, spaced so that the outermost corridor had some light, the second ring had much less, and the innermost was pitch black. Largish gloryholes were scattered, apparently at random, along the walls. Except for one bench along a wall in the small center room. there were no chairs or benches to stumble over and no video screens. This probably also cut down on the number of "straight" guys. No straight porn to watch while a man sucked their dicks; so no pretending that a woman was blowing them. Good, nobody here but us queers. Men moved slowly to avoid hard collisions, but, inevitably bumped into one another. We used these encounters as opportunities feel each other up. Once I bumped into a two men making out and they gathered me in and we spent a few hot moments kissing, fondling and stroking. I dropped to my knees and alternated between sucking their cocks and teabagging them. That was fun, but I wanted to get fucked and headed for the small space in the center. The space was the size of a small walk-in closet with gloryholes cut in a couple of the walls and a bench opposite the doorway. I dropped my pants to my ankles and backed up to a hole and waited. It wasn't long before I felt a hand on my butt. I bent over a bit and spread my ass cheeks. A finger found my asshole and worked into me. Mmm, promising. I'd worked a little lube in so I wouldn't get a dry fuck, just in case. Soon I felt the head of a cock, oozing precum, nuzzle my hole. I moaned and pushed back and a medium sized cock slid into me smoothly. The hole was just big enough for me to reach back and grab the sides to keep me on the cock. He didn't last long and soon I felt the jerk and twitch and a slight warm, wet feeling in my guts. I felt a little light-headed; I'd just taken my first truly anon load. I decided to walk around the theater to see if I could see any clue to who'd fucked me. Just as I got to the doorway of the small space I sensed movement and stopped. I heard someone move and bumped into a large man. Our hands roamed over one another's bodies. He was shirtless and his pants were unbuttoned. I pulled his cock out and stroked it; it was large and uncut, semi-hard. Dropping to my knees I sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue under the foreskin. I worked him till he was hard and very large, long and thick, and I was tasting precum, then stood up and turned around. He pushed against me, his cock flat against my ass, and pushed me into the room. The cock moved away and I felt his hands pry my asscheeks apart and a tongue lick my oozing asshole. He aggressively ate my ass out, licking and sucking my juices and the previous guy's semen and working me with a finger. Large hands spun me around and his mouth found mine. We made out for a long time, stroking each other's cocks. He stayed hard and, as usual when I bottomed, mine was, at best, semi-hard. He spun me around again and I leaned against the wall. Soon his cock was pushing against my asshole. I was really glad I'd just gotten fucked and cum in; his cock was one of the thickest I'd ever had. He worked it in me slowly, easing in and out and opening me up. I moaned, this guy was a real artist with his cock; this was shaping up to be one of the best fucks of my life. He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to breed you good tonight, faggot." I moaned again, "Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard, fill me with cum." I figured he was using the word "breed" to mean fuck me raw and cum in my ass. "You want it, huh? You want what I've got? You want it all?" "Yeah, give it to me. Fill my pussy with cum. Empty your balls in my gut." He humped his dick into me, bottoming out every stroke, pulling out all the way and plunging back in, fucking me hard. I was in faggot heaven. "I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to knock you up." My stomach flipped and I felt cold. Was this guy poz? Was I about to get a toxic load in my ass? I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. I moaned and pushed back against him. I wanted whatever he wanted to give me. His arms wrapped around me and pinned me to his him, his big cock slammed in and out of me. He relaxed his hold on me a bit, reached around and stroked my cock. It was rock hard for the first time that night. The fact that I was might be about to take a poz load in my ass had me more turned on than I'd been in a long time. "You want it, don't you, bitch? You want me to poz your ass?" I did, and I didn't. I wanted that big poz cock to cum in me and infect me and wanted him to pull out and not knock me up. I struggled and tried to get away, but he was too big and strong. Not that I tried that hard; a large part of me wanted his poz cum in me. God knows, I'd jerked off enough times, fantasizing about exactly what was happening to me now. It didn't matter what I wanted. He fucked me and made me his bitch. He rammed his big dick in me hard and humped me against the wall. For the second time that night a warm wetness filled my ass. My cock squirted against the wall. I taken a poz load. My first, and I knew, not my last. He held me for a long while, hard dick plugging my butt. Finally he softened and I felt him slip out of my ass. I felt around and found the bench and sat down, hearing him pull his pants up and buckle his belt. I sat, alone, for quite a while. Then I heard movement and a semi-hard cock bumped against my face. I opened my mouth and took it in. After nursing the prick rigid I stood up and bent over. Soon I was seated back on the bench, the third load of the night oozing out of my well-used asshole.

Here is my first stab at a poz story, I hope you like it. The Bet “Fuck it Dave” Mike complained to me. “This flu is just ridiculous. I don’t know what came over me, and its only October.” My roommate Mike was sicker than a dog. I didn’t know what went over him, but being a good friend I helped him up and made him some soup. Call it the bitch in me, but we were really close. I just turned 23 and Mike is 22, so we knew each other pretty well. I just stood in the kitchen stirring the soup while he was on the couch in our open studio. I knew Mike was a party animal and went out a lot, and it occurred to me that Mike and I paired-up quite well because I like to say in with friends on the weekends, while Mike goes crazy. So I'm relaxed, but hey, everyone goes crazy. “Here have this,” I said, handing the soup at Mike, adding "it should make you feel better, I hope. You know what’d make me feel better? A hot fuck.” “Not when I’m sick, Dave, plus I haven’t fucked you in almost five months,” Mike replied. “Too bad, I’ve been horny for a bit. I haven’t gotten off in a week and my last fuck was you - months ago.” “All right Dave, how about this. I know a bunch of guys downtown at the tattoo parlor who wouldn’t mind your ass.” “Pft, you’re just saying that because you know I’ve been thinking of getting a tattoo” I replied to him. “Really? Let’s make this interesting Dave. I bet you won’t take their ten loads up your ass.” “Oh you’re on, Mike, I accept. I’ll take their ten loads, but only if you fuck me first.” It was a deal. Mike and I agreed that if I got fucked by all his friends at the tattoo shop, Mike would pay for the tattoo I wanted to get. Being a chemist, I was going to get an atomic symbol. But if I lost, I’d have to pay for Mike to get the tattoo he wanted. Fair enough, I really wanted a tattoo and getting fucked by ten guys sounded hot. “Dude, just so you know, my friends only do bareback.” Mike laid out the bombshell. Up until then, I never really barebacked. I just used a condom because I didn’t like the feel of cum up my ass. “All right,” I replied resignedly, “But you know I don’t like the feel of cum swimming around my ass.” “It’s not that bad really, plus we’ll keep it in with a butt plug so you don’t have to worry about shitting it out” Mike replied. He knew I hated the feeling of dripping stuff out of my ass. “Good. I’m excited now” I replied, adding "now drink more fucking soup so we can go on this fuck.” *Three days later* “Dude, shave your body” Mike bitched at me when I was in the shower. Odd, but whatever I thought. I walked out naked from the shower for Mike to check me out. He was finally feeling better. I stood there in my slim body while he checked over my now-smooth body. My seven inch dick got erect when he played a bit around it. I reached for his seven and a half, but he pushed away. “Don’t think about getting erect Dave. You gotta save it for your loads” he barked. Inwardly I frowned. Sometimes Mike's 'Radical Dude' stance could get annoying. but whatever. I dressed in my boxers and some light clothing as Mike finished getting ready. We walked out and moved around a few blocks until we got to the tattoo shop. It was after hours, but we walked up stairs to the owner’s apartment. There were twelve guys there, not including Mike and me. They were all pretty good looking, a twink, what looked to be a few jocks, and the average everyday folk. “Hey bro!!” a bunch of guys shouted when Mike came in. “You ready for your tattoo?” they grabbed his ass. “Psh no! I’m going to win this bet, I’m going to get a tattoo” I replied. The cute twink guy grabbed my ass from over my jeans and rubbed it a bit. “You want it?” he asked. I got instantly hard. Mike came over and started to strip me. I was excited to finally get fucked. It had been way too long. Mike positioned me up on the couch and started making out with me as the twink fingered my hole. I found the twink's approach sort of painful, perhaps because my ass was tight, and also because his nails were longer than I could have liked. Fortunately he didn't play with my hole very long, and after a couple of minutes stripped. I was all over him. I pulled his boxers off and gravitated to sucking his dick. He turned around and I saw his ass. Funny, it had a pretty hot looking tattoo of a bio-hazard symbol - similar to what I was going to get. “Dammit, I’m gonna get that tattoo by the end of the night” I told the twink. He smiled. As I sucked his dick, a few other guys started messing with my ass. I felt some weird shit, like a toothbrush and a few nails were all messed up. I just thought they were prepping me up for the hot fuck. A few other guys started to strip and jerk off a few. The jock looked hot in just his jockstrap. He turned around - again I saw the bio-hazard tattoo. I really wanted to get it now. “Alright Dave,” Mike asked "are you ready for me to fuck you now?” The twink pulled out the toothbrush forcibly and he openly winced. It looked kinda bloody. Yuck, I thought. "Yeah, Mike, let's do it" I responded. Mike gently put his dick in, he knew how I liked to start. “Once you’re good, there’s no mercy from me or the other guys,” he said. After a few minutes, the fucking got fast. Mike was breathing hard, muttering things under his breathe, until he shouted it loud enough for me to hear “let me fuck you up good, let me breed your hot ass.” I thought it was odd, but fuck, I was in ecstasy, feeling his dick tearing up my insides, I had never felt so good before. “I’m never going back to condoms” I shouted. Mike smiled when I explained “This feels so good with your dick skin touching me, I don’t wanna go back.” Mike’s fucking got harder at those words, and a few seconds later he shouted “you’re not going back here’s my hot toxic load.” I felt spasms of cum streaming into my ass, I rolled my head back in pleasure, my ass felt instantly on fire, but the hottest fire you could imagine. Mike pushed up in my ass a bit and swirled his dick around, it felt really good, and I made to jerk off when he pulled out, but the twink batted my hands aside, slid into my ass, and fucked me good. The sloppy seconds felt really nice- the twink's nice dick kept rolling around and was better lubed than Mike’s had been. I kept hearing him muttering stuff as he fucked me, something like “I’m gonna bug your ass up hard.” I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I felt could feel the pleasure as he slid in and out of my ass. Now, Mike may have torn me up, and the twink torn my ass up with a toothbrush and and shit, but he fucked really gently. It was a sweet fuck, and he kissed me while he was fucking. His pace was quickening when he leaned into me and whispered, “Here’s your gift." I felt him blow at least five shots deep in my ass almost right after he said it. He pushed all the way in and held tight for a good two minutes as he made out with me, his tongue pressing deeper. I got fucked rough and hard by the rest of the fuckers, although each time my ass was slicker with the earlier guys' cum. I had never been a cumdump before, but I really liked the feeling of the sperm swimming up my ass. Finally, the last guy to fuck me was the jock. He ripped his jockstrap off and threw it at me. I could see he had a thick nine inch dick with a PA piercing in his cock. It looked like a beast. He walked up to put his dick on me, but not before taking his jockstrap off my chest and putting it over my face. He flipped me over and positioned me on my knees. For the next fifteen minutes or more my ass was virtually on fire. I understood instinctively why the guys had had the jock fuck me last. Had he been earlier there would have been a good chance I would not have been able to accommodate all the other guys. “Fucking breeding your ass all hot and poz” he hissed repeatedly. I kept wondering what he meant but ignored it as Mike presented himself for my oral attention. It was hot after I tasted cum and my ass juices. I was getting a two-fer. I forgot about my own dick, but could constantly feel the PA of the jock tearing me up. After a thunderous roar of “poz you bitch” I felt the biggest spasm of any guy since Mike - almost ten, and the jock just kept shoving his dick in and out. The jock didn’t pull out and kept it in for another few minutes while Mike came in my mouth- I greedily swallowed. Mike pulled out and commented “Look’s like you won the bet Dave.” I smiled. The twink came over with an odd looking butt plug, it had spikes on it, I felt secretly even hornier, “let me shove this up you nice and good while we let the sperm do its work” he said. I took it from him and put it up myself. “Hey Dave,” Mike said, “You won the bet, but you think we can get matching tattoos like these guys? I like them as much as you? I’ll pay for both of us.” “Sure, but you got to go first” I told him. The twink brought us over to the downstairs tattoo shop, where Mike got his ass shaved. Matt, the twink’s name he finally told me, grabbed a stencil and covered it over Mike’s ass. After a few more minutes of prep work, he went to work. While he was getting tattooed, I was getting turned on again. Mike brought me over and started pulsating the butt plug as I bent over. I felt the spikes gently pricking my inside; it was all but orgasmic. He pulled it out and sucked a bit of the cum out. I was in heaven. The beefy jock, who had been jerking himself, and slid into my ass and fucked me standing up while I watched Mike getting tattooed. I’d always been turned on by tattoos, and getting fucked by the jock while Matt tattooed my room mate’s ass seemed the height of debauchery. Mike took the pain like a man, and I was instantly ready for it. The jock pulled out and shoved the butt plug up my ass; he threw me onto my stomach so I could get my ass tattooed. Matt shaved my ass gently, and nicked me a bit. It hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. I got the stencil and smiled in approval: it was similar to what I wanted in the first place. Matt kept all the same tools: ink, gun, needle, as Mike’s tattoo, so I didn’t have any wait. No sooner than the stencil was in position, I felt the pain of the needle. The pain was so pleasurable, the gentle sensation of the needle grazing my ass. The guys positioned a mirror so I could watch myself getting tattooed. The red biohazard tattoo looked really nice staring out from my plump ass cheek. Matt bandaged me up, and I finally meant to ask him, “What’s the deal with all your matching tattoos? You can’t all be biochemists.” Mike replied "Biochemists? You got it wrong, man. We’re all HIV+, and now you are too.” I had a mini freak-out, but was resigned. Matt interjected, “And even if the cum in your ass didn’t poz you up, Mike’s poz and I used the same bloody needle on both of you, so you’re good as poz." Matt started making out with me. He turned around and let me feel up his ass. Mike came over and started jerking me off while I just rubbed my hands all over Matt’s biohazard tattoo. I’m one of them, I thought to myself. Nothing I can do, except keep getting fucked. Hot. A few months later I got a pretty bad flu, and Mike replayed the debt and made me some soup. A few days later, I had another hot fuck session with the group, this time, they let me top and bottom them. My ass tattoo had healed perfectly, and the combination of the tattoo and the pleasure that went with the tattoo told me everything was perfect.

[Moderator's note: It is super illegal to post erotic stories about underage guys. I have edited this story to clarify that all parties are of age.] I just had the hottest roleplay chat online and I wanted to share it with you guys. I hope you enjoy it and that I can update with more stories soon: <boned dad> fuck, love to get you high and breed you > hey, thanks > into roleplay? <boned dad> sure man <boned dad> what roles turn you on? > dad giving his son his first slam <boned dad> mmmm how old? > anything over of legal age <boned dad> nice. 18? > perfect > you catch me smoking weed <boned dad> son! what the hell are you doing? > fuck! nothing dad... it's just tobacco <boned dad> don't lie to me! <boned dad> (i grab the joint from you and inhale) > well... my friend Josh gave it to me <boned dad> well, Josh has some shitty weed, son <boned dad> i'm very disappointed in you > sorry dad... <boned dad> you know you shouldn't hide anything from me > i know... i won't do it again <boned dad> don't lie to me, son. i know how good it feels to get high > you smoke too dad? <boned dad> (i smack your ass) <boned dad> i do lots of stuff, son. i guess you're old enough now... <boned dad> (i pull out my keys) > yeah, now that i turned 18... <boned dad> come down to my workshop with me <boned dad> (i unlock the basement door) > i follow you down <boned dad> so be honest with me, son. what all have you done? > you mean drugs dad? just weed, i promise <boned dad> hmm. and just with Josh/ <boned dad> ? > yup <boned dad> is his weed ever better than this ditch shit? > well, i've only tried it a couple times, but yeah it's always the same <boned dad> hmmm...sit down, son > i sit <boned dad> you know you're safe with dad down here, right? > yeah dad, i know i am <boned dad> (i ruffle your hair) <boned dad> you're such a good kid > (i chuckle) > thanks dad <boned dad> so...would you like to feel what it's like to get really high with me? > really high?? <boned dad> yeah. like a 1000 times better than Josh's weed > 1000 times?? for real??? <boned dad> at least! definitely for real <boned dad> look, sit here and relax for a minute <boned dad> (i go into the basement bathroom) > (i stay there waiting) <boned dad> (you hear me opening cabinets, then hear water running briefly) <boned dad> (what are you wearing?) > (shorts and tank top) <boned dad> (perfect!) <boned dad> (i come back out carrying a plate like a tray; you can't see what's on it) <boned dad> ok, son, it's time for some big boy drugs > (i'm visibly excited) <boned dad> now, i want you to close your eyes and relax > (i smile and close my eyes) <boned dad> raise your right arm for me > (i raise it) <boned dad> (i squeeze your bicep and trace my finger along your veins) <boned dad> ok, hold still for just a minute > (i hold still) <boned dad> (you feel something stretchy wrapping tightly around your bicep) <boned dad> (then a wet coolness as i swap a spot on your arm with an alcohol pad) <boned dad> this is going to sting for just a second > (i breathe intensely) > ok dad <boned dad> (i ease the needle into your swollen vein) > ouch <boned dad> (i watch the flash of blood register in the needle) <boned dad> it'll feel ok in just a couple of seconds, baby > i can't help to open my eyes <boned dad> (i inject you) <boned dad> stay calm, son, dad knows what he's doing > what are you giving me dad...?? <boned dad> this is called meth, son. you've probably heard about it, and heard that it's really bad <boned dad> but wait just one minute before you get scared or mad, ok? > ....... ok dad... if you say so... <boned dad> (i kiss your forehead) <boned dad> that's my good boy <boned dad> now i'm going to remove this strap that's called a tourniquet <boned dad> it's going to be intense, son <boned dad> you might start coughing really hard > how much are you giving me dad?? <boned dad> some guys even...get off in their pants <boned dad> this is 0.4, son. it's a good, strong dose <boned dad> are you ready, baby? > (i nod) <boned dad> i love you > i love you too dad <boned dad> (i remove the tourniquet) > COUGH, COUGH, COUGH <boned dad> (i grab you and hug you to me) <boned dad> (breathe gently in your ear, rub your strong back) > ohhhhhh fuck.... OOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUCK <boned dad> does it feel good, baby? > it feels..... AMAZING <boned dad> (i can see sweat already rising on yoru forehead and pecs) <boned dad> mmmm better than Josh's weed, right? > oh dad.... SO MUCH BETTER <boned dad> (i sit next to you on the couch and pull another point off the plate) <boned dad> you want dad to get high with you son? > of course dad... you want me to help you? <boned dad> sure, baby, i'd love that <boned dad> (i hold up my arm) <boned dad> first we need to put on the strap <boned dad> (i flex a little muscle for you quickly) > (i place the strap around your arm) <boned dad> see how my veins are bulging out? > fuck yeah <boned dad> haha that was an interesting response, son. you like that? > you like so fucking sexy dad > look <boned dad> you look hot as hell son <boned dad> (i stare into your huge eyes) > (all black) <boned dad> now feel dad's veins and find one that's big and strong > this one dad? <boned dad> that's perfect son <boned dad> now wipe it clean with the alchohol pad > (i wipe it) <boned dad> ok, i'm going to put the needle in this time, but i'll teach you how over time <boned dad> (i pierce the skin) > (i nod, sweaty and excited) <boned dad> now i'm going to draw a little blood up into the syringe to make sure everything's set right <boned dad> (i flash blood) > (i feel my sweaty upper body as i watch) <boned dad> (i feel my throbbing cock tenting my gym shorts) <boned dad> i bet you feel really sexy, son <boned dad> horny as fuck, right? > i fucking do dad <boned dad> probably feel like you could fuck a hole in the wall <boned dad> (i chuckle) > lol <boned dad> you probably haven't even noticed what's happened to your dick yet <boned dad> (i brush my knee against the limp package in your shorts) > (i shake my head and feel my limp crotch) > (it's oozing precum though) <boned dad> never been so horny but so soft, have youy > yeah dad, it's true <boned dad> that's very common, son. it happens to most guys <boned dad> dad is one of the lucky ones, though <boned dad> want to see something cool? > YEAH!! <boned dad> pull down my shorts and let my dick out, ok? > (i pull them down) <boned dad> (my dick jumps and throbs rock hard in front of your face) <boned dad> you ready? > woooooooooooow > ready.... for what dad? <boned dad> you'll see <boned dad> (i shoot up and start a countdown) <boned dad> 3... <boned dad> 2... <boned dad> 1... <boned dad> (i pull of the strap and my entire body tenses and jerks) <boned dad> (my cock erupts with a thick heavy load of cum that splashes onto your face) > (i look at you intensely) <boned dad> FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! <boned dad> holy fuck son you look so hot > (ropes and ropes of hot thick cum hit my face|) <boned dad> (i drag a finger through the cum on your cheek) <boned dad> have you ever tasted Josh's jizz baby? > (i shake my head) <boned dad> mmmm i think you will, soon <boned dad> (i drag my cum soaked finger over your lower lip) > (i instinctively open my mouth) <boned dad> (i slide my finger over your wet tongue, leaving a trail of goo) > (i moan loudly) <boned dad> mmm suck on daddy's finger baby > (i close my eyes and suck on your cummy fingers) > tastes so good dad <boned dad> your mouth feels so good son <boned dad> (eyes all black, staring into your black holes) <boned dad> (i pull your face to mine and kiss you, licking my jizz off your tongue) > i feel your muscled torso <boned dad> i feel your slender sweaty body <boned dad> did you even know you liked dudes, son? > (i shake my head, staring at your black eyes) <boned dad> that's a miracle of meth, son. it turns all men gay <boned dad> (i lick your ear) <boned dad> i think that's because it's how we're meant to be <boned dad> (i reach into your underwear and squeeze your ass) <boned dad> how do you like that, son? > oh yeah dad, feel my firm jock ass <boned dad> you like that? (i slip my fingers into your trench and brush against your pucker) > (i look into your black eyes, nod and groan) <boned dad> get on the floor, son. hands and knees, face down and ass up > (i get myself in position for you) <boned dad> (i pull down your shorts, exposing your muscled young jock bubble) <boned dad> (i spread your smooth white cheeks and begin feasting on your virgin hole) > (u prefer me slightly hairy or smooth?) > woooooooooooow, your tongue feels AMAZING dad <boned dad> (slightly hairy if you like that) <boned dad> mmmm baby your ass tastes amazing <boned dad> (my tongue brushes the soft hairs around your boypussy) > (my pink virgin hole opening up) <boned dad> (you hear a squishy noise as i stroke lube onto my cock) <boned dad> (i rise onto my knees) <boned dad> (i rub my leaking cockhead against your pink virgin hole) <boned dad> do you want it son? > (oh yes please dad, give me that fat cock) <boned dad> (i press in, stretching your boyhole with my fat dad cockhead but not fully entering) > oh dad, meth feels awesome, thanks for showing all this to me <boned dad> i'm glad to share with you, son. we can do this any time you want > i could do this all the time dad!! <boned dad> (i push inside you, stretching you wide as i sink two inches of cock into your hole) <boned dad> haha that's the spirit! <boned dad> i usually only party once or twice a month, on weekends when you're at your mom's > fuck me dad, fuck me PLEASE <boned dad> mmmm yea baby, u know what u need > I WILL ALWAYS STAY WITH YOU FROM NOW ON DAD <boned dad> (i begin pumping in your ass) <boned dad> YES YOU WILL! <boned dad> WE'LL STAY HIGH AND FUCK ALL THE TIME BABY <boned dad> (ramming and slamming hard into your virgin ass) <boned dad> (feeling you rip open around my hard fat daddy cock) > (you notice some pink on your cock but i keep moaning) <boned dad> (i pull out and drag my dick across your muscular ass, watching the pink foam spread over your white skin) <boned dad> (i plunge back in and fuck harder) > i reach back and shove 2 fingers in my stretched boypussy <boned dad> oh FUCK SON! you're a natural METH WHORE! <boned dad> (i'm so surprised and proud that i nut in your hole) > fuck yeah dad, this meth is AWESOME > WOOOOOOW, WHAT'S THAT WARM FEELING? <boned dad> (i keep pumping feeling cum dribbling onto my balls and down your thighs) <boned dad> that's daddy's CUM, son! FILLING YOU UP > woooooooooooooow <boned dad> (finally my cock softens and flops out) > are you knocking me up dad? <boned dad> I SURE AM SON! BREEDING YOUR BOY HOLE! > i nfinger it and lick my pink fingers <boned dad> (i flip you around and slap my dripping dick on your face) <boned dad> SUCK DADDY CLEAN BOY > (i take it in my mouth) > (moaning, looking at you with my black eyes) <boned dad> mmmmmm yeaaaaah SUCK THAT DICK like a WHORE <boned dad> (hands in your soaking wet hair, staring into your black eyes) > (i feel you using your fingers on my cunt as i lick you clean) <boned dad> mmmm that PUSSY is still HUNGRY aint it son > oh yes dad, so hungry!! <boned dad> my dick is gonna be dead for a while, son, but i'm gonna get you FED <boned dad> (i open a cabinet and rummage around) <boned dad> (i come back with some clothes. you don't wonder why i have teen sized clothes in my workshop) > (i look at you, all wired) <boned dad> (i hand you a Bike jockstrap, a pair of tight black leggings, and a mesh tank top) <boned dad> put these on son > (i nod and put them on) <boned dad> mmm yeah u look like a fucking whore baby <boned dad> (i pinch your nips) <boned dad> we're gonna have to get these pierced > mmmmm i likehow that sounds dad <boned dad> (i run into the bathroom and come back with a black bag) <boned dad> (i hug you tight) <boned dad> one more thing baby > i see myself in the mirror > yes dad? <boned dad> (i reach down the back of your leggings and scoop a big glob of pink cum out of your leaking hole) <boned dad> (i rub it into your floppy teen hair, obvious to anyone who's looking) <boned dad> now you really look the part, son <boned dad> go get in the car! > i smile > i jump in the car <boned dad> (i start the engine and open the garage door) <boned dad> how u feeling baby? > so fucking hungry dad > (i take my head out of the window, all the neighbourhead can see) <boned dad> mmmm good boy <boned dad> (i head down the road, slow so everyone can get a look) <boned dad> have you ever heard of a bath house, son? > (i feel my dad's jizz oozing out of my ravaged pussy) > no dad, what is that? <boned dad> it's a place where men go to party and play together. have you heard of party and play? > (i shake my head) <boned dad> "party" means doing meth <boned dad> and "play"...well, i bet u figured that out > i'd love to do more meth with you dad <boned dad> (i squeeze your thigh and laugh) <boned dad> me too son! and we will, soon <boned dad> (we drive outside of town, into a dark industrial area, and i pull up at what looks like a warehouse with a lot of cars in the big lot) <boned dad> now try to act cool, ok son? > sure dad <boned dad> (brb one sec) > (ok) <boned dad> we walk across the lot to the heavy door <boned dad> let me go in first, u stay behind me > (i do as you say) <boned dad> (we walk into a small lobby. there's a man behind a desk and another locked door to our side) <boned dad> hey, tony! how's it going? got two tonight, only need one room though <boned dad> (tony looks over my shoulder at you, he knows the tricks) <boned dad> he says, "dude, i gotta see that kid's id" > (he notices my black pupils and chuckles) <boned dad> (i put my black bag on the counter) <boned dad> it's all cool. (i show your id) <boned dad> (he grins, shrugs, and takes my cash and hands me a key and two towels) <boned dad> (the locked door buzzes and opens. i grab your hand) <boned dad> let's go, SON > yes DAD <boned dad> (i see Tony's eyes pop wide open) <boned dad> (i lead you to our room, men of all types and ages watching you as we pass through) <boned dad> ever dreamed of anything like this, son? dark corridors full of horny men? > no, to be honest, but it feels so exciting right now DAD <boned dad> (i ruffle your sweaty, cummy hair) <boned dad> good boy! how's your pussy feeling? > oh DAD, it's so WET and HUNGRY <boned dad> mmmm good. let's make sure it's good and ready though. bend over the bed > (i bend over in just my jock) <boned dad> (i give your leaking hole a good licking while i pull a prepared baby syringe out of my bag) <boned dad> now this is going to hurt a little bit when it goes in, but it's worth it <boned dad> (i push the fat tube into your ass and inject you with a STRONG booty bump) > are you giving me more METH dad?? <boned dad> what, u don't want any more? <boned dad> (i wink my black eye at you) > oh yes please dad, fill me up with it > ouch, it burns <boned dad> mmm that's my boy <boned dad> it does! but it will feel AMAZING in just a minute. try to hold the water inside, ok? > (i nod and squirm on the bed) <boned dad> now you have a choice <boned dad> do you want to wear your slutty whore clothes <boned dad> (i pick up the mesh tank top and leggings) <boned dad> or do you want to go out in just your jock and towel? > just jock dad, no towel <boned dad> (i hug you, my sweaty chest hair brushing against the light hairs on your glistening pecs) <boned dad> good boy! OK, let's empty u out real quick <boned dad> (i take your hand, lead you out, lock the door, and take you down the hall) <boned dad> (i whisper in your ear) see anything you like, baby? > (i point to a big musclebear) <boned dad> mmm good eye <boned dad> (i look at the musclebear and nod; he follows us) <boned dad> (i walk us past the bathroom to the open shower area beside the whirlpool) <boned dad> (a dozen men are watching me lead a sexy teen-aged meth zombie around) <boned dad> ok, now let's get that water out of you > i smile dumbly at them <boned dad> (i turn you around so you face the wall, your big bubble butt facing the crowd) <boned dad> now just squat down and squeeze like you're pooping, ok? > yes DAD <boned dad> (i run warm water from the shower onto you) > (i squeeze and water and cum pours out) <boned dad> (you hear gasps and moans from the crowd when a flood of water and cum pours out) <boned dad> i lean in close and whisper, how does ur pussy feel NOW son? > (i instinctively use my hands to spread my cheeks) > so FUCKING HUNGRY DAD <boned dad> (i wave the musclebear over to us) <boned dad> did you hear that, bro? my boy here has a hungry cunt! <boned dad> (what does he look like?) > (6'3'', 210, bearded, inked, 9'' pierced cock) <boned dad> (mmmmm) <boned dad> musclebear grunts and grabs his massive cock <boned dad> he walks up behind you and slaps his cockhead on your puffy cunt lips <boned dad> you feel the cold metal of his piercing trace along your pucker > i feel the metal on his cockhead <boned dad> son, is there something you'd like this nice man to do? > oh please DAD, guide his cock inside of me <boned dad> with pleasure, son <boned dad> (i step behind the musclebear, my semi hard cock pressed against his meaty furry ass) <boned dad> (i reach around and grab his dick, sticking a finger in your hole to find its position) <boned dad> (sloooooowly i press his meat into you until you feel his piercing pop inside your hole) > mmmmmmmmmmmm <boned dad> i rub his hairy pecs <boned dad> his ass grinds against my cock as he starts to thrust inside ui > (he asks you if i'm really your son) <boned dad> he sure is, my pride and joy since the day he was born > (he asks you if i take charged loads) <boned dad> are u kidding? would a slut like that turn down any loads? > what's a charged load dad?? <boned dad> it's a special gift, son <boned dad> it's cum from a guy with HIV > do you have HIV too dad? <boned dad> not yet, son. i only top, and its harder to catch that way. you're lucky to be a bottom boy <boned dad> when you're charged up, maybe you can share with dad! > do you wanty me to get it DAD? <boned dad> (my dick jumps back to life) <boned dad> i DO, son. i want MY BOY to get KNOCKED UP! <boned dad> (the musclebear nods at a tall red haired jock who leaves the crowd and comes over) <boned dad> (i see the biohazard tat above his pierced belly button) <boned dad> (he's 6'4", skinny, smooth, and has a rock hard 8.5" cock) > (fuck, it's an amazing roleplay, but i need to wrap it up) <boned dad> (looks like he could be anywhere from 25 to 45, clearly a heavy meth user) <boned dad> (cool man, it has been great!) > (fuck, do you always log in with this nickname?) <boned dad> (haha i don't, sometimes i'm more fake lol. do you always use this one?) > most of the time yes <boned dad> sweet. i'll look for you > look up for me will you? <boned dad> i definitely will! > take care DAD!! <boned dad> you too SON!!!!

Jacking off and doing are two very different things. In real life the poz fetish stuff on here is WAYYYY over exaggerated. The guys that glorify being poz are just living in a fantasy world. There are no upsides to being poz now that PrEP is out. You can do the same things they do and stay NEG. If you want to take loads, then go on PrEP if you are in the US. HIV is forever, if you are scared now, you wont feel any better if you contract it.

i meet a guy at his , we have a drink, i pass out, when i wake up i'm strapped into a sling ,gagged, blindfolded, nipples pierced and a group of guys i can only hear using me

My last load came from a steady, favorite FB of mine. He always delivers the goods...sometimes twice! He is a 29 yo Puerto Rican stud with a great smile, trimmed beard and eyes that sparkle with the piggy mischief he has planned for my big round juicy ass. As he strips off each article of clothing I am treated to a tantalizing sight of raw masculinity . (Did you see the movie Argo? Remember Ben Affleck shirtless? Kind of like that but Latino and sexier). He has just the right amount of hair on his body, sprinkled across his broad, muscular chest and straight down in an orderly fashion, over his flat, rippling stomach, forming a dark black trail to his treasure! And he truly delivers a Treasure. Fat, uncut and always hard and ready. He likes to find me waiting, ass up in tight shorts and a tight tee and I am happy to oblige. Last week, he came in and announced he had to piss first. He knew I wanted to help him with that ( gulp, gulp, slurp ) but he didn't want me to move. So, I waited on all 4s, listening to the heavy stream of golden piss drain out of his heavy cock. Thinking "what a waste" and "next time that's mine!" He comes back into the room, bareass naked and his thick tube of flesh is already getting even thicker and harder. I eagerly lap at it while he says how good my ass looks in the tight shorts. He asks me when I was last loaded. "Yesterday," I say. "Good piggy" and he slaps my ass. He came around and was standing behind me. Both hands on my ass, and he pulled my tight shorts down to expose my big, white ass cheeks. A couple more slaps. Thwack! Thwack! "God, I love that ass. Your hole hungry today?" "Oh yes, Sir. Starving for you to fill and breed. I need your DNA." "Hot!" Is all he says and then a little brown bottle is tossed up by my head and I eagerly grab it to inhale deep. He's another Top not big on foreplay so I know, if I don't want to feel ripped open I need to relax fast. In a few moment the sensation of flying takes over...just in time as I feel his thick, rough fingers slapping some lube on my cumhole and the huge head of his fat, uncut manhood pushing its way inside me. Fuck! It hurts so good. I keep huffing on the poppers and know I just need to hold steady. The euphoria is only moments away...and as he slides his fat cock deep it rushes over me. That sense that my ass, all of me, is being used to give this sexy, alpha man intense, uninhibited pleasure seems so perfect. It's what I'm here for...what my ass is made to do. Take cock, be a hot, wet hungry hole for men in need. All is right in the world. He stops now and then to take pics, even a brief video, but his erection never flags. I stay ass up for his use and his cock stays hard for mine. He never took my shorts off of me, just down enough so he could get at my cumhole. With me only slightly undressed, he pounded my ass for over 45 minutes when I started to egg him on... "You have a big load for me? Yeah? You want to breed my fat ass? You gonna fill me up? I need your DNA deep inside me. I won't let it out. Keep your essence stewing inside me, melding into me. Give it to me. Knock me up. Give me your babies. " He grabbed ahold of my short hair now as he goes from pounding to an all out, animalistic grunting, sweating, thrusting fuck with no regard for me other than burying deep in my hole. His breathing is fast and ragged and I am tightening my ass muscles to milk out his load when he tenses, stops and let's fly a big load of his hot, thick manseed. I keep milking him and he moans each time. It has slowed, but his cock is still pulsing, draining completely ... deep inside me. I keep squeezing my battered ass muscles around his cumstick and he stays thick and hard as I feel his sweaty torso come to rest on my back, and he reaches around to play with my nipples then turns my face to the side to kiss me deep. It was so great to have this ideal man inside me at both ends sharing spit and cum and raw passion. As with any good fuck, his withdrawal is always a sad and sudden moment. I felt so complete when he was inside me. He rolled off of me onto his back, his big right arm up and behind his head. I look down, smile and nuzzle in next to him and suck on his nipples and work my way to his wet pits, thick with dark hair. They are clean and smell like a man and I'm lost in them. My right hand traces down his chest and over his furry abs to rest on his dick. True to form, it's still fat and hard. Gently stroking it, I look up to him with pleading and hunger in my eyes and he knows what I want; what I need. "I'm spent, man. You got every last drop. I need time to make more. Besides, I better get home. I told the wife we could have dinner together." He stands up, dresses and gives a deep passionate kiss as he slips three big manly fingers down my shorts and pushes into my wet, sloppy cumhole. He enjoys that feeling for a moment then takes them out and let's me suck them dry. It's the only way I ever get to taste his cum ...and it is ambrosia. At the door, he stops and commands, "show me that ass." Always obedient, I turn and bend over. "God, I love that ass." And then he is gone.

As someone who loves the surprise fucking, I try to stay clean (through diet and other means). But the top is just going to have to risk it. Like Bttm2go says, I'm not going to pass up a load.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=O6TZV-G596- Norwegian getting bare cock Grown man fucking smooth slim young guy raw! Giving cock. hot as fuck!

I don't mean to hijack your thread but i couldn't help but think of the opposite position - the masculine black boy with an insatiable hole that craves white cock. That's gotta be taboo for him. I have known a number of them. Those chocolate pussies chasing white cock are AMAZING. Just like the black top knows how to throw a good fuck, the black bottom is equally as good.

I would like to meet up with some guy and let him talk me into sex at his place and then let him talk me into being cuffed or tied to the bed and when he is done fucking me he won't let me loose but then lets several of his buds in to do me too before letting me go.

I want to be walking through the woods and a guy grabs me from behind and I'm dragged into the undergrowth. As I'm struggling trying to get away I get a swift punch to the stomach taking the wind out of me and I drop to the floor. He then shoves his cock straight into me with no lube. As the noise attracts others, they all take turns using the previous guys cum as lube. When they've fucked me I'm still writhing around on the floor and get pissed and spat on before they leave. Lots of verbal and told what a worthless faggot I am.

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

My friend (Rodriguez, Rod from now) answered the door the same way he did before. "Damn, the kid has been working on your cock for hours." "I know man. He's in love with it or something." My slave boy got naked and got on his knees while we sat on the couch. I told him to go to Rod and help the kid with his cock and he crawled to Rod. The kid kept on sucking as my slave got next to him and stared. Then my slave started to say something to the kid and they started to reposition their bodies. My slave got on his back under the kid so he could suck on the balls while the kid sucked the cock. Rod must have liked the added sensation as he closed his eyes and grunted softly. Three slim muscular bodies entangled looked really hot. So I started to record it. I moved around and got some close ups as well. As it got close to midnight, Rod's phone started ring and we had to take a break. Rod took both of them to his bathroom in his bedroom and showed them how to use the enema in the shower. He handed them a towel to share and a huge double headed dildo. "that will keep them busy while I make some money." Rod put a sweatpants and threw me one to put on as well as his customers came by. Many of them are very horny and as they get some drugs, they get sex crazed. We didn't want to attract them tonight since we had another plan. I checked on our bottoms once in a while and my slave behaved really well as he prepared both the kid and himself for fucking. He also opened the kid's virgin ass with the one side of dildo as he whispered words of encouragements. When few inches of it was inside the kid, my slave took the other end and pushed it into himself. The kid gasped with a surprise push of the dildo as my slave pushed from the other end but being both high and natural bottoms, the kid's cock jumped up with excitement and soon they were both rock hard as they fucked the double headed dildo. It was hot and funny to see two submissive bottom boys eagerly opening their holes for us so I told Rod to check it out as well. Rod decided to share the vision with others so he pulled my slave's hair and led them to the living room. The white boy followed crawling backwards as not to let out a rubber cock in him. The kid maybe a young virgin but he sure seemed ready for good fucking both his throat and his hole. He was a natural born slave boy like my Asian slave. Rod told me he's glad that his junkie friend found this boy for him. As the slaves entertained themselves and put on the show for some clients, Rod made some money and I helped him measuring and stuff. Rod told me how he likes my slave as well as his new white slave and asked me if he could him sometime so we made the arrangement. Rod said he was impressed how my slave led the other newer slave in cleaning and preparing their body for us and I told him about how my slave loves to be submissive and worship me and my friends. And he's a high school teacher so he's good with teaching other slaves. Rod's boy slave is a college freshman and he was in high school wrestling team. He was in closet til college and that guy was the third gay man he met. I could see the wrestler's muscle on that small white boy's body. Some guys wanted to play with us or our slaves but we didn't let them do more than touching them. Few got away with taking their dicks out and our slaves took it in their mouth as their nature took charge but we stopped them and slapped the slaves face as a punishment which didn't really seem to help. Finally around 5 AM as it got brighter outside, people stopped coming or calling. I could see how difficult it'd be for Rod to have his own fun sometimes. We both got on either side of our slaves and fed them more drugs and our cocks. Rod asked me if my slave was converted and I have been filling him with poz seeds of mine and others since the day I broke him but not tested yet. We asked my Asian slave if he got tested and he shook his head. I told him to go get tested ASAP. Talking about breeding these slaves with our poz seeds got both of us in the mood for it so we pulled them away from the dildo. They both seemed very disappointed as their holes got emptied and much happier as we replaced it with our cocks. Even with hours of playing with the dildo, both slaves holes were tight around our cocks. My slave struggled a bit as I tried to push the whole cock to the balls with one thrust so I had to hold him down. Rod's slave took it better like a good athlete but his hole got ripped a little and bled a little bit around Rod's cock. As Rod started to pump in and out, the white kid slave's eyes started to fill with tears but the kid was determined to take it like a true sub bottom and didn't struggle or scream. As his cock started to get hard and leaked out lots of precum making a pool under his body, he started to moan and push back to Rod. Shortly after that, Rod grunted and shot his loads deep into the kid. Rod started to back up on to the sofa slowly and the still hungry kid started to followed back with him, not letting his cock out of him. Rod's cock must have stayed hard enough after the first cum as the kid continued to fuck himself on his cock and for the first time i heard him speak. "Oh my god. I love you, man. I love your cock and I love gay fucking man. Please fuck me more and never stop, man." The kid continued self fucking and chanting of his love for Rod's cock for a while even as the drug started to kick in again and he started to slur his words. My slave needed some discipline as he showed some disobedience before so after his hole got used to my cock and he started to push back, I pulled out completely. He stared back at me with tears in his eyes and begged me to put it back in. I told him the list of things he did wrong today and he said he was sorry. I slapped his ass really hard and told him to repeat "Thank you sir" As I gave him as many slapping as the times of mistake I counted today, my slave's pain started to change its effect on my slave's body. His whimpering and cries had become moans of pleasure and tearing eyes now closed tight. His small cock was rock hard and drooling pre-cum. When I told him the end of the punishment for today, he started to beg me if I could fuck him now. I did reward his enthusiasm with my cock and pounded in and out of him few times before his body shook and the walls of his hole started to massage my shaft as he neared his orgasm. And all of sudden, my cock from the head to the base got a tight grip of his wet hot pussy muscle as he shot his loads. And my cock did the same thing almost at the same time deep into his hole. The tight grip of his hole on my cock helped my cock not to lose too much blood after cumming and stayed hard in his hole. I lifted my slave's small body and sat on the couch next to Rod and placed him on my lap. My slave boy started to grind his hip as he slowly rode my cock. "Man, these boys are loving our cocks. Your slave looks like a fucking bitch, man. He sure knows how to bump and grind." "He'd be a girl if he had some tits but he's Asian." "Ha ha... well some Asian bitches have tits although I must agree that's not what they are good for. They do have tight pussies though." "I wouldn't know. I don't play that team, you know." "Ha ha... I wonder if he has a sister or something. It's been a while since I had some pussy. I always end up fucking men since I am surrounded by men who practically beg me to fuck them all the time like this bitch." And Rod slapped the white boy's ass leaving a huge red hand print on it. The boy yelped but continued his self fucking with moaning. We heard the key at the door and saw Rod's older son walking in, followed by his younger son and their friend. They paused a little before greeting us and went to their room to drop their bags. They came back out to the living room and sat by the table and started to smoke the pipe. Their friend came out little later and sat on the couch between me and Rod. The kid must be enjoying the show as he showed a big hard on. He took it out and started to pump it with one hand while he felt around our cocks and slaves' holes with his fingers. Rod's sons asked him if he wanted to smoke. As he got up to take the pipe, both slaves' eyes were glued to his teenage cock. Rod told the kid he could join if he wants to. The kid fed his cock to Rod's slave boy and took hits from the pipe as his cock was sucked into the kid's throat. Rod's son got next to his friend and fed my slave his cock. We all passed the pipe around as our slaves' holes worked on our cocks. Rod's younger son left a bit upset but came back out later to remind Rod what time it was. I was surprised how long we have been playing with our slaves. I had to go to work so I pulled out of my slave. My slave milked my cock for couple of more loads while I was sitting on the couch so the hole leaked out alot of liquid. As I entered the bathroom to clean up, Rod's younger son took my place. The boy had a bigger cock than other boys maybe bigger or equal size as mine. And being a young stud, he really fucked like a rabbit, fast, deep and hard. Rod and the friend had to pull out their cocks to get some work done as well. When I got ready to leave and went to the living room, I saw that my slave had no intention of leaving as he was down on his back under the other slave while both of them were being fucked by the younger men. My slave was sucking on the balls above him as he watched the fucking from up close. The white slave had his eyes glued to the cock and the hole in front of his eyes. Ron said he will take care of my slave so I left his apartment as the pleasure filled moaning of both slaves and white smoke filled the whole room.

My last load was from my boyfriend who topped me up after watching me getting fucked by two daddies. He arranged the meeting and after watching me do everything they wanted he took me home and fucked me in the shower for my last load of the night. I wanted all three guys at once but the other couple only wanted a bottom but we're happy for my boyfriend to watch. I still got my way though and three different guys loads in my ass.

Posted that i was a selfish top looking for an anon hole. Got a response from a guy that said he would be in his apartment, lights out, ass up and ready. I went over to his apartment and it was totally dark. Pulled out my phone to give me enough light to walk, and there he was, on the bed ready and waiting. My cock was instantly rock hard...I walked over and without a word slid inside. I know a well fucked hole when i'm in one so I asked him how many times he'd been fucked that day. Just once, he said, but that he had two more guys lined up for later. I love sloppy seconds and I told him so. I clearly loved getting fucked and let me use his hole as long as I wanted. Had an amazing orgasm...felt like i shot a record breaking load. Wanna hit him up again and see if he'd be interested in getting tag teamed.

My super cute nephew stayed the night, last weekend. He is "18" of course. He is just starting to masturbate. I listened to him stroking himself. I "accidently" left a few pornos by the DVD player in the guest room straight and gay. I was disappointed to find that he left the straight one in the player I guess you can't have everything). After listening to his innocent exploration of his young body. I rushed to my bedroom and pounded myself with a junior sized dildo and jerked myself off imagining it was his sweet little cock inside me.

Ignore it, he always posts exactly the same things, making it sound like getting HIV is like winning a new car. Being honest it sounds like you are going to do it no matter what, so you might as well protect your self. Go on PrEP and have the fun without the worry of HIV. There is a PrEP forum on here for more info.

Once you start taking loads in your hole, you'll just want it more. Barebacking is the only way to go. Don't forget to visit your local bathhouse or sex club. You can also look on bbrt and a4a for local parties. Go out and have fun.

I will be staying at host hotel from Thursday to Monday. Looking for other bears to have nasty sex with.

“You ever had coke fingered up your arse son?”, I shook my head making him grin widely again “that’s excellent boy, it will be a whole new experience for you son”, he got up and I could not help look longingly at his thick dangling cock, he smirked “don’t worry Robbie boy, you may be playing with daddy’s cock soon enough”, I blushed bright red as he got a bottle of poppers and the mirror I’d snorted the coke off earlier and settled back down behind me, he held out the poppers to me and I took them, he spat on my hole again and then pushed his finger deep into my hole again, I yelped at the fairly painful invasion “sniff the poppers son”, I did as he said, the rush was instant and my hole relaxed round his finger “ah that’s better son, your tight little boy hole is opening up nicely”, could only moan with pleasure as his digit worked in and out of my hole, I sniffed the poppers again “that’s a good boy, your keep sniffing”, and then “sweet little boy hole, needs lots of attention, doesn’t it son?”, I looked over my shoulder lustfully nodding “yes daddy it does”, he grinned “atta boy Daddy loves playing with boy hole”. By now I was rocking effectively fucking myself on his finger and sniffing the poppers, “time for your bump baby boy, so stay still” I looked over my shoulder as he pulled his finger out of my butt and coated it with the coke on the mirror, his finger probed at my ring “relax son”, his finger pushed into me “that’s a good boy, you keep that boy pussy open for daddy”, I could feel the coke tingling on my anal walls as he fingered more and more into me, my hole was getting looser as he soon had two fingers inside me. Keeping his fingers inside my hole he rubbed his spit slick hand up and down the shaft of my hard cock “oh yeah Robbie boy that pussy is loving daddy working it, now for part two of the game”, I looked as him, his eyes intent on his fingers in my hole “part two of the game is 15 minutes of me playing with you, making it all about you, if you cum within 15 minutes then its all about what Daddy wants”, and then his eyes met mine “so do you want to play or go”, my head buzzing more so now from the coke in my hole and knocking any sense of caution aside I could only smile nodding shyly “I wanna play”. David moved his eyes to mine pulling his fingers out of my hole his other hand still stroking my cock “that’s excellent son”, and then grasping my right arse cheek leant forward “that boy cunt looks good enough to eat so I think I will”. I’d been rimmed before but never anything like this, if there had been and Olympic sport in eating arse David would have won gold, silver and bronze, sensations I never knew possible from having a tongue up my arse were shown to me, I was moaning, sniffing poppers, squirming and writhing under his tongue, his strong hand gripping my arse to keep me from moving too much as the other stroked my leaking cock up and down with a delicate touch that belied his stature. “oh fuck yeah that’s beautiful eating boy, three minutes down tick tock” before diving his tongue back up my hole, sending shivers back up my spine, I swear it almost felt like his tongue was slivering its way up deep inside me. Minutes passed and he kept on, only coming up for air to tell me the counting minutes or to say ‘tick tock’ , I groaned as a felt my orgasm boiling in my balls as he effectively eat and milked it out of me and then I lost it, I could not hold back anymore as spurts of my boy juice erupted from my cock squirting down onto the leather sofa I was kneeling on. Still lost in the afterglow I knelt there as he fondled my balls squeezing the last drips of my cum out “not bad boy, just over 13 minutes”, I looked over my shoulder watching as he shucked his shirt revealing a deliciously hairy stocky body, he rubbed his cock with some of my cum, it looked ‘angry’, bigger and thicker “now its Daddy’s fun time’

I spent all day Tuesday trying to hookup, but had no luck. Sometime around 1 am I got a ding from Growlr and started chatting with this black cub who wanted to hook up, but I was tired and didn't want to drive all the way out to the sticks. Then he sent me a pic of his dick, and I jumped in the car and headed down. As soon as I walked into his apartment, he made me strip and start sucking his uncut, huge cock. It wasn't long, but it was damn thick, easily the thickest cock I've ever taken. I gagged and retched several times, but he skull fucked me for a good 15 minutes. His cock was coated in spit. He then bent me over the couch and slammed that cock into my hole. It was the most intense pain for a second then he started fucking me, pounding my no loose hole. He loved to pull out and slam it back in. It felt fantastic! He filled my hole then made me clean his dick off with my mouth, while his cum leaked out of my hole and ran down my leg. This was the second time I have ever taken a load, and now it's all I can think about.

That's fucking hot! Nothing better than leaving a guy's house with a load or two in my ass. A few times, I've felt the drip on my way to my car, and wondered if I was leaving a stain on my seat. One time I could feel cum dripping down my leg during the elevator ride up to my apartment while one of my neighbors started a conversation with me. He had no idea, but I got so turned on that I started getting hard again right there.

So I decided to return to steamworks today, after having quite an internal battle between going back and staying away. Clearly my slutty alter won. So I get there, and I get a free room cause last time was my first time. I get into my room, get ready, and go out on the hunt. I don't know what I'm really looking for yet. It's a friday late afternoon, so it's getting busier and busier. I get to the gloryhole areas and start deep throating a pretty nice dick, but I kept gagging like crazy. I felt so amateur, compared to the guys around me with clearly no gag reflexes. Still, I had some fun until I started feeling a little light headed from the constant choking. The attention's got me in heat though so I needed cock inside me fast. I went back to my room, lubed up, opened my door wide and laid face down. I didn't care at this point. Clearly guys liked what they saw (my practically-gyrating ass) cause I got a few watchers and finally a couple bites. First guy got right to business and slid right in, second guy got into my mouth. Both of their cocks were thick, which made me feel so satisfied at first. They switched every once in a while. Each had their own really intense technique, and my hole was feeling great. The second guy came inside which turned on the first guy who went to town pounding away. Second guy left, I kept the door open hoping for more bites. I was riding the first guys cock. my ass facing the doorway, and in comes another guy. Third guy, I guess I'll call him. I let him inside me, (everyone deserves to sample my ass at least, right?) and he likes it but then I feel bad for first guy who's cock is just rubbing against mine now. Obviously I have to DP, right? I somehow show them what I want, cause they both got the idea. First guy slides in from underneath, and third guy starting pushing and poking until finally he shoves his way in. HOLY FUCK. I can't even describe it, they were both fucking thick and I haven't taken a big dick since June, so I'm practically a virgin.. Well not anymore. I actually physically feel a slight 'rip' (eep) but fuck it I feel great and these guys are loving it. Finally the pressure is too much and both explode inside me. I can feel their cum seep around (and slightly sting the more raw areas of my cunt). Third guy slides out and leaves. First guy stays in for a bit, thanks me and leaves. Now here I am, filled with a few loads of cum. I slightly panic for a second (I always do when I get bred, worries about HIV/etc) but the slut inside me is beaming and I start to rub my hole like a pussy in front of some new guys. I'm still on my bed, door's open, and I get three new guys who all get inside. Guy 4 shoves himself in and starts fucking me like crazy (I can feel my ass pulling in and out from the friction). He isn't too big or small, just VERY hard. Like a rock. He's definitely the moderator in this scenario, as he lets the next guy inside me. Guy 5, a young black dude with a nice cock, he fucks in a much friendlier way. He rubs the area around my hole with his fingers, almost soothing the pain from being double penetrated earlier. All while shoving his thick dick inside me. Next guy's turn, guy 6, pretty sure he came as soon as he fucked me and ran off. Now guy 4 and 5 were left, with a cunt full of 4 loads. I figured I'd DP'd once, what's twice gonna hurt? So I took them both too, this was harder than before cause both were slightly bigger, and guy 4 was pretty intense with fucking me hard. Once both cocks were in, I couldn't handle it and I came all over the place. They still kept fucking me and I started attempting riding them, until guy 5 came first, triggering guy 4's cumshot. Both slid out and were impressed by how much of a slut I was ("like a champ"). My ass is already tightened up like crazy (probably out of self defense from all the damage) Oh man, my ass is SORE. I took 6 cocks, 6 loads, all in like an hour maybe. Not sure what else to say, at this point.

Hey a big cock is a big cock no matter the color but I gotta admit, given the choice, GIVE ME BIG BLACK COCK, something about it brings out my white whore big time, and fuck if they are nasty verbal and aggressive. DAMN I'm in white whore heaven!

Pretty much the same for me, I'll take any cock really, but fuck...I'd never turn down a Black cock, ever!!!

Part 2: The Predators Start the Feast You might think Ricky doesn’t give a shit about his boys, but in truth, he loves them. That’s why he always fucks his boys last after everyone else has gotten their turn, impregnating the wasted body he owns. He kisses me like a romantic lover, protects me like a father, and fucks me like a master. But business is business; he’s a dealer in holes and the customer is always right. And he makes sure his property knows his place. He walks over to me slowly, and the men part around me. My moaning slows to a hurried pant, and I slowly realize from my daze that Ricky is approaching me. He gently pulls me to him by the throat, and I look up into his dark, loveless eyes. My mouth hangs open, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. His square jaw, sharp, dark features, and deep frown glares back down at me. Bending down to meet my lips with his, he pours the bong smoke into me. It’s still so thick that I cough instantly, my lungs not fully recovered from the monster hit I just took. I was getting worried about how high I was getting, now not fully able to walk and my body feeling too relaxed and tired. I was still outrageously horny, thirsting for more hands, more tongue, and some cock... but I also wouldn’t have minded just falling asleep in the sling. “Yo Buster, come give this boy some uppers,” Ricky said, still holding me. I leaned in on him. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and I rested my face against his hairy chest. Two large hands with thick fingers clutched my ribs and glided down to my ass, where his grip tightened. And then I felt beard on my crack and just the cold tip of a tongue tickle my hole. I moaned as my arms and torso crawled with goosebumps from sheer pleasure. Buster was a large black man, about the same size as John. He had a stern, unsmiling face, nipple piercings, and wore a leather harness. He was the real deal. Ricky turned me over to him. Buster took off my wifebeater and wrapped my left arm with a tourniquet. My heart raced as I felt my arm tighten. The guy rimming me stopped and guided me to a small stool. I sat down slowly. Just now, I realized that the men in the room had closed in on me a little. The jock handed Buster a syringe. “All loaded. Trust me, there’s enough T in that to keep the little bitch awake all night and maybe all of tomorrow night too,” the jock said, chuckling. Buster tapped the needle and gave it a small pump. My hole twitched. Alcohol. Cotton ball. “Make a fist.” I have a huge, plump vein running all down my left forearm that bulged when the alcohol smoothed its way over. Buster aimed the needle straight into it, pressing it just enough to get a bit of blood swirling back into the point to make sure he struck gold. I was now fully awake, my heart about to beat out of my chest. The moment before the slam never stops getting exciting. My eyes were fixated on the point and his movement. Buster pressed down and slowly released the chemical solution into my blood. Once it was cleared, he unbuckled the tourniquet, which snapped off instantly. The blood went straight to my face and the chemical taste hit my throat as well as a coughing fit as harsh as the one from the bong. Wow. I was truly in heaven while in hell. Everything, everything in the whole world and all of the parts of my being condensed and was swallowed into a tight black hole between my legs. I felt incredible as I felt the devil’s energy rush through me and I quickly climbed into the sling, spread my legs as wide as I could, thrust my head back and unleashed a huge sigh of relief. My legs and smooth body suddenly looked incredibly sexy to myself, and the men around me were handsome hunks that exuded a musk of intense sexual desire, ruthlessness, and sadism. Each and every one of them wanted to breed me, letting their warm seed churn inside me and maybe even impregnate me with a virus. I wanted to offer my pure, youthful body to the degrading ritual about to befall me. “Look. At. That. Boy!” one of the men groaned, unzipping his pants. “Should we give him a booty bump before we start? I just love seeing this slut get FUCKED up! Look at him squirm trying to get his legs into the stirrups!” “Nah, we don’t want him to overdose.” “The fuck do you care?” “You break it, you buy it,” Ricky said calmly. “Do whatever you want to him, but if anything happens to my hustler, you’re all gonna owe me a lot more than $20.” I was all the more turned on knowing what I was worth. $20 barely covered the drugs. My holes were being rented out for much less. The men put down the pipes and the bong. They were ready to get the party started. I heard a collective sound of zippers from all directions. The stench of their cocks and balls filled the room. Some were well-trimmed, others were hairy. Some were quite small, others were as big as Billy Glide’s meat. My heart beat as fast as a racehorse in anticipation of my first cock. Incredible how meth can make even your resting heart rate this high. The guy who called dibs on me earlier was short (maybe 5’5”), stocky, bald, and wore a tight polo around his muscular body. He looked like he’d be one of the funny guys at the office, and I recognized his voice as one of the more verbal ones talking dirty about me to the other guys while I was getting fucked up and groped. His cock was average size, very well-shaped, and clean-looking, a good one to loosen my hole up and keep it warm for the others. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto the stirrups. The sling was actually very wide and my legs strained to be spread so far apart. He rubbed a few drops of lube on his dick and around my hole. My hole was being stretched too, and I could feel a cold breeze against the opening. “Mmmm, bon appetit,” he said as he pressed his mushroom head against my sticky ass. The pink lining of my ass instantly expanded and swallowed his meat as I felt an indescribable pleasure strike through my body. Then, he slammed his dick into my body and I felt it stab through my guts. I yelped and my body instinctively bucked, but I was held in place by the sling. And then, I could only feel pleasure as every single nerve in my body became its own sweet spot, and I begged for him to keep fucking me. “YES!” he yelled triumphantly as his balls hit my ass and the tip of his dick struck the deepest corner of my rectum it could reach. He sounded kind of like an avid fan screaming when his team scores a goal. The other men hooted, woofed, and cheered him on. The guys were now relaxing while jacking their dicks. Some of them lit up cigarettes and smoked while they watched the guy fuck me. “How does that hole feel, man?” “Aw man,” the guy fucking me groaned, pulling back out and this time gently thrusting into me, savoring the friction between his cock and the insides of my pussy. “So... so tight! I don’t think I can last long!” “Look at him,” John sneered derisively. “He’s looking up at you with those puppy eyes. You better show him no mercy before he thinks you’re makin’ love to ‘im or somethin’.” I realized I was almost in tears from pleasure, every cell in my body worshipping his cock and the feeling of it inside me. While he fucked me, he was a God to me. My entire existence was for his trivial pleasure. “Oh, we’re not making love,” he said. Suddenly, his pace quickened and he started fucking me ruthlessly. His dick jammed into my sweet spot over and over again and my toes curled and uncurled. The sling shook back and forth violently. “OH, OH FUCKING GOD! OH! OH! OH!” I cried. My dick was entirely soft from the drugs. Slosh, slosh, slosh. Each thrust made a sound like his penis was grinding meat. And it was – he fucked me like he was trying to hurt me. He probably was. “Someone shut the bitch up and stick a dick in his mouth!” A middle-aged man with grey pubic hair and a massively thick cock slapped my cock with his face. I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue, and panted like a dog wanting food. Then, he slid his dick down his throat. And further and further down he went, until his dick actually hit the chemical tasting part of my throat. I was about to have a gag reflex as tears instantly welled up in my eyes and my throat churned loudly, but he slid his dick out just in time. Just as I was about to gasp for breath, the top leaned forward and thrust so deep into me that it felt like he hit my stomach. The drugs completely numbed me to the pain and all I could feel was an intensified orgasm in every nerve. The top’s cock stayed there, throbbing, then brutally thrust in once more. Suddenly, the inside of my ass filled with heat, and I felt thick wads of hot cum spill out of my ass as he stabbed me a third time. “OH! OH GO-,” I screamed in, but before I could finish, the grey daddy shoved his cock into my mouth and muffled my screams. As the top slipped his dick out he spat on me and said... “God can’t hear you now.” The men howled with laughter. “Next,” Ricky said. Continued in Part 3

this was my favorite as well. there's something about being pinned from the top.

Damn hot. Same here, hungry cumdump wanting loads in me.

Back in 1985 in Fargo, ND, I dated a stripper, who dressed liked Superman for Bachelorette parties and did some community plays. I was a freshman in college. After one of his dances he came out to the car and was clearly upset. I guess these women wanted more than just a dance. It scared him a bit. He told me the women were ALL huge and strong. I guess they tried to rape him, which was more than he planned for as he never stripped to the buff. So, to calm him down I sucked his cock outside in the car in front of the house where the Bachelorette party was taking place. I sucked him through his tights, he came and I licked him clean. It was a big load. The fabric was also thin. It was blue tights with a cape and red trunks. The trunks were ripped and the tights were see through, so, I guess the ladies did see a lot, and I gotta admit, he had a lot to show. He was 6' 2" with a hairy chest and a 7 1/2" cock. He had a set of street clothing in the car, but we decided not to go out to the bars, instead we drove to his apartment which he shared the house with two women, neither of whom was home as they were both staying at their respective boyfriends' house that night. GOOD. We hurried up the three flights of stairs. I, of course, played with his ass through his tights as we went up. He was erect the whole time. We got through the door and immediately entered his bedroom where I jumped him and started to kiss him deeply. He loved it. He started to take off the tights, but I told him not to remove them, instead I went down and again sucked him through his tights. I could taste his cum from earlier that night. Then I turned him around to eat his ass, still through his tights. He begged me for more as he was really getting into it. Then he turned around and encouraged me to strip, which I did, and he lost no time in throwing me on to his bed where he jumped on top of me and proceeded to rub his cock against my ass, still wearing the Superman costume on. He finally pulled the one piece suit down to expose his cock, which he rubbed up and down my ass crack, slowly entering me. He stopped, saying he didn't want to hurt me. I reached into by jean pocket to take out a tube of lube, KY jelly. He put some on his cock and in my ass. He still was afraid, he thought his cock was too big for me. I was only 18 and was only 155 pounds at the time, with a 30 inch waist. I was small he thought. I encourage to go on. His head slipped in and was stopped. I pushed up for him to enter more clearly. He did very slowly. Once finally in he rested in order for me to get adjusted to his HOT cock. I was face down bitting his pillow and with my ass up. He started to fuck me slowly with long strokes. Each time, he said, "What a great ass I had." "So tight and wonderful." He was nibbling my neck and shoulder. Taking side kisses too. He was going in and out faster now. Sweat was dripping from him onto my back. He was grunting and swearing, saying, "fuck what an ass." This lasted for five minutes and then he pulled me up to fuck me doggy-style. He was pulling me by my hips into his every thrust. I was in shaking, I was feeling numb. My ass was on fire. I wanted this to last for ever. I was almost crying for it felt so good. I was moaning and bitting the pillow even more. My Superman lasted another five or six minutes. He was pumping really fast. He was going to cum soon. But I could tell he wanted it to last. So, he tried to slow down, I than squeezed my ass. He pump a few more times and came. Some of his cum was dripping out, another huge load. He laid on top of me, both were very sweaty. He laid there on top of me for a while. We side kissed as best as we could. He told me I had the best ass. He never fucked someone like that before. I turned around and noticed he had on his Superman uniform still partly on. We kissed, I was in his arms, side by side. While doing so, he played his my ass, fingering it making sure his cum stayed in me. I was sore but loved it. "So, he asked, "how as it being fucked by Superman?" I said in returned, "I prefer Batman instead." "Bitch." He replied. I told him he should get a Batman suit for next time or perhaps a Spiderman one. He said OK. I kissed him some more. Later i told him it was the best fuck in my life so far. He was busy with some community play work and move to Maine after that, we never did try it as Spiderman or Batman, but I still look back on it as one of the best fucks in my life.

PART II I was sitting in the hot tub, watching the men around me from the corner of my eye. It was not a small tub like the ones people have in their backyards, but easily three meters square. If two guys on opposite ends rested their arms and shoulders on the edge of the pool, letting their outstretched bodies float in the water, their toes would hardly touch in the middle. Not that I tried to. To see all those hot, daddy-type dudes really intimidated me. Harry had been right, I was by far the youngest guy in the room. And to be honest it somewhat made me nervous. Though I had always lusted after older men, especially the hairy, bearded ones, until today my experience had mostly been limited to boys my own age. Well, not mostly, but entirely. And to see all of those guys walking around the room at least half naked, their mature, masculine bodies on display as if it was the most natural thing on earth, had me shivering with excitement, the blood rushing in my ears. Whenever a man made eye contact, and I was surprised by how many of them tried to, I blushed and looked away. But one of them proved to be particularly persistent. He sat across from me and just kept staring, nodding his head whenever our eyes met. With his cropped grey hair and neatly trimmed beard he reminded me of Harry actually, but whereas Harry was just lean, this guy looked emaciated. His face was haggard, eyes and cheeks sunken in, his collarbones showing since his chest was not nearly as muscular as Harry's. Sure, I hadn't seen much of the world yet, but it didn't take a physician to diagnose what looked like full-blown AIDS to me. Don't stare at him like that. He'll think you want to have sex with him, moron. But it was already too late. I almost froze in terror when he suddenly got up and waded towards me through the turmoiled water. He had to be a very tall guy. While the water had covered my asscheeks completely, surging through my crack with every step I made, it didn't reach much higher than his knees, his lean, vascular thighs in full sight. But what really caught my eye was the monstrous uncut dick dangling in front of him, the sheathed cockhead parting the surface of the pool like an icebreaker pushing aside the floes.It might sound strange, but my first thought was that his cock looked like some kind of parasitic life form, a monstrous, blood-filled leech that had sunk its fangs into the guy's crotch to suck all the sap and energy from its host's body. It was long, bloated and angry-red, with thick veins running along the length of the shaft. The epitome of vitality. To see it attached to this frail, emaciated body was surreal. Since its latest victim was obviously drained to the last drop, I almost expected it to drop off his body and to disappear in the bubbling water, looking for a new host to grind its teeth into and feast on until it would finally be satiated. But of course it was only a cock, though definitely the longest, thickest and - I have to admit - tastiest cock I had ever seen. "Hi, my name's Glen." A hand entered my field of vision, blocking my view of this magnificent piece of meat and breaking the almost hypnotical connection. I shook his hand and looked up at the guys face with an insecure smile. "I'm Kevin." From close up the trenches running down his tanned, leathery cheeks seemed even deeper, making him look like a cigar store Indian. Somewhere in the winding depths of my mind a panicky voice was screaming "AIDS, AIDS, AIDS...", but my body seamed to have a mind of its own. My little dick was stiff as a ramrod and my asshole twitched like mad. I just couldn't help it, my eyes were drawn back to his massive cock again. "Like what you see, boy?" I gulped. Of course I liked his dick. I wanted it more than anything else before. But I just couldn't admit that, not to myself and all the more not to that stranger approaching me. It was just too risky and no dick in the world was worth taking that risk. Not even this long, thick, veiny - Stop it, moron. Stop it right now, or you'll end up with your ass full of his AIDS-cum!!! I willed my head to shake 'No'. "You don't? What a shame, cause it really likes you. See?" Glen was right, his cock was heaving, swaying seductively in front of me. To my utter surprise it seemed to be filling out even more, slowly gaining in diameter, the veins getting more prominent with every second that passed by. I could almost see his blood rushing through them. Now it was swinging from side to side like a cobra following the movements of the fakir's flute. But of course the cobra was me and my eyes never left the tip of his flute. I licked my lips involuntarily. A clear drop was forming as more and more pre-cum was welling out of Glen's piss-slit. Finally a translucent string was dangling before my eyes, quivering every time his fat cock jumped with excitement. And I could tell how excited he was. Glen was breathing heavily and when he finally broke the hypnotic silence, his voice was deep and husky: "Are you really sure you don't like my cock, young man? If you are, just say 'No' and I'll never bother you again." My mind was in turmoil, I wanted it so bad, but at the same time couldn't allow myself to admit it. I was transfixed like your proverbial deer in the headlights. That's when his cock took the decision for me. It throbbed one more time, the string of pre-cum ripped off, falling down towards the surface of the gurgling water. Without thinking, I darted forward, my tongue stretched out, desperately trying to catch the precious drop all my senses had been focused on. But I was too late, it disappeared in the whirlpool. A sigh of despair escaped my lips. When I looked up at Glen, he just gave me a shit-eating grin. "Don't worry, boy. There's more where this came from. More than you could ever ask for. Now let's get going and find us some private place. I can't wait so see those cute lips wrapped around my fat daddydick. You better work up a lot of saliva, because Daddy never uses any artificial lube. So spit and pre-cum is all the lubrication you're gonna get. Wonder how long it's gonna take your little boyhole to accomodate my thick ass-stretcher." He chuckled lecherously. "But don't worry. Daddy pre-cums a lot and since I never use condoms either, your little fuckhole will be slick with natural lube in no time. And when I rub my slimy cockhead over your quivering hole, you'll be begging to have Daddy's big mancock shoved into you." And he was right. I didn't know much right then, but I knew for sure I'd be begging for it. And I'd mean it. Begging him for his AIDS-load. "Now lets get going. My balls are boiling already: Time to turn you into daddy's cumdump..." He grabbed my arm to pull me with him and I was about to get up, when a voice boomed through the cave-like tiled room: "Hey, Kevin. Here you are. I almost thought you were hiding from me. Ready to take your tour around the place?" Harry was walking towards the tub. Naked, towel around his neck, his big cock dangling in front of him. The gray hair covering his muscular body already matted by the steamy air. I blushed. Finally I muttered: "Er, Glen here has already offered to..." That's when I realized that Glen had gone. He was sitting at the other side of the whirlpool again, his eyes closed, feigning to be asleep. The last couple of minutes might just as well never have happened. But I had no time to think. Harry jumped into the water with quite a splash and sat down next to me, laying his arm around my back. "So, where do you want to go first?" PART III in the making. (Sorry it took me so long. I had to focus on school and at some point I forgot about this story altogether. But right now I'm already halfway through with PART III. I promise. )

I met him on manhunt, I never thought I had a chance with him but I was forward and contacted him. He was a partnered total top who indicated he was into more than vanilla, he was also six foot and four inches tall, above average body and a big thick 9" cock. Kind of a dream for me. Someone who says he is a total top, is alpha, hung, and can physically dominate my 5'9" frame makes me loose my mind. Most of the time here in Seattle guys say they are total tops but are not which is why it had been a year since I had last hooked up. I am bi and mostly into women, however with guys I get a craving and I want to be used by an alpha top. Something about a confident stud who likes to fuck another man into submission turns me on. I love how a man like that can open me up and create intense feelings throughout my whole body with his attitude and his cock. I have had some good experiences that have lead me to this understanding of myself. I also knew that i loved being bred by that type of guy. i had a good fuck buddy that understood this about me and prior to moving west i saw him a few times a month and took his load. It had been a while since I'd been fucked by a dominant top, let alone bred so when I went looking for a fuck buddy I was not expecting to get both. We did the extended online get to know each other game. We chatted via the site for a while, slowly testing each other out, then emails, then instant messenger, the more we communicated the more clear it was that we had mutual interests. I was an open book, when he asked me to write out my sexual history with guys I did. I included my journey from my first encounter to my last fbud. I wrote out all the things I think about, my limits, my fears, the secret things I would try if the right guy made me. He got a good idea of who I was. I got a sense of him as well. There was a lot of explicit chat and emails and in retrospect it was peeling away each layer of inhibition to the point where I was willing to do anything he said. At one point I admitted I would love to be breed again and that I craved feeling a man shoot his load in me and eventually admitted I wanted him to do it. I couldn't believe I had gone from just looking to get laid to being owned and bred! When we made a time to meet, then I got this text: So... To be clear... You are willing to have me breed your holes, as well as start of our session with an intense introduction to my cock however I want. That would involve my fucking your throat deep enough to coat my cock with your spit without regards to how you like it or how you gag and choke when I am happy with the level of spit coating my cock I will flip you over and fuck your ass hard and raw until I come. I won't stop no mater what you say. Can you commit to that? We arranged to meet in the morning, I had cleared my schedule so I could visit him at his home. The word from his messages racing through my head and making me scared for what I was about to do. I wanted to flee and flake out but a combination of humiliation and lust drove me on. I was craving this kind of breeding. was shaking as I knocked on the door. He opened the door and looked me over and invited me in. Standing before him I was even more intimidated, but I walked in. That act of walking into his place was a giant leap, an admission that I was as he described and I was giving myself over in a way I had never done. There was more to come but just being there after all that build up was a big deal. I didn't have much of a chance to think. He pinned me against the door and pushed me to my knees. I knew this would happen but his strength and quickness caught me off guard. He looked down at me and said "stay down bitch and take off your clothes!" He said it so forcefully I was scared but excited, I was shaking as I pulled off my clothes. I was hard and dripping pre cum like crazy. He had removed his clothes and his massive cock was at half mast and was in my face before I could gasp out my appreciation his cock head was at my lips and his hands on my head. "Now suck" were his only words. I opened my mouth and he pushed me onto his cock. I strained to take him all but as his cock grew harder I felt like I was drowning in dick! I gagged and choked but he would not let me off his cock. He pushed into my mouth, I gasped for air and let myself be entered. I tried to suck and slurp him the best I could. There was much gagging on my part with him laughing and barking out orders to take it if I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me, he was glorious, there was no way I wouldn't do what it took. I took it, but I don't suck like guys in porno, he kept telling me to do better if I wanted his cock up my hole. I was getting overwhelmed. I wanted to please but his cock was bigger than anything I hade sucked on before. I started to panic and forgot my submission and tried to get up and away. He noticed this and forced me back on my knees, he wouldn't let me get away, he kept a firm hand on my head and pressed his cock into my mouth, I started to panic, but he told me to look up at him. I did and I locked eyes with him, I could see his desire for me in his eyes as he pushed his dick into me and I relaxed a bit, I could also see an intensity in his eyes that made me want to take him in me. I don't know what he did to be but whatever it was it worked and I found myself taking him deeper than I had any other man's cock. I was not getting all of him in me but his cock was down my throat getting off on the way my body frantically tried to take him. Mentally giving myself up to him was easy, physically I was a mess, gagging and gasping for air a lot as my body tried to regain control. It was a struggle but his strong hands and harsh words kept me on my knees as he fucked my face. I was being torn down crying and gasping form a combination of desire and panic. When his cock would leave my mouth I would feel a rush of relief followed by an intense ache to have him back in me He pulled away from me and walked away, I stumbled to my feet and ran after him. He led me to his bed room and with a hand behind my neck he pushed me face first into his bed and with one hand in behind my shoulder blades he pinned me down. I felt his cock between my cheeks and gasped. His head pushed into me and found its way to my hole. I thought he would stop but he slid into me and just kept going. I tried to struggle and I cried out but he just laughed. He went full hilt in me and quickly pulled out and did it again. I was struggling against him but his body dominated mine and there was nothing I could do to get out from under him. I was sweating, crying and moaning all at once, I couldn't tell if I was having a good time or not. I became aware of how hard my cock was and then I knew the truth. I relaxed and let myself feel his power over me. That must have translated into how my ass was taking his raw cock because he shift into pinning me down to encasing me with his body, he replaced the long impaling with deep humping, his cock pushed into me and stretching my hole. I am a cum slut. I have tried to deny this but right then and then there was no denying how I was feeling. I had given myself to this man and as I felt the power of his body over me I felt a craving grow in me. He was fucking me raw, his cock was in me making all my pleasure radiate from where he was inside me and I knew that when he came I wanted it in me. I wish I could say that I fucked back and that my ability to milk his cock matched my desire but I couldn't, he was taking me how he wanted. I could feel myself resist with each contraction but surrender and open up with each thrust. He was breaking me down and I loved it. As my resistance grew weaker my desire grew stronger and I felt myself open up fully to his cock. I could feel his pace pick up and his thrusts grew more and more frenzied. He was taking to me, calling me bitch, slut and all sorts of hot things but I was too into feeling his cock throb in me. I answered him with "yes, yes, yes" and then instinctively said "Yes cum in me". That became my chant as he worked himself into an orgasm. He stopped and slowly slid all the way in me and pushed me into the bed, everything was quite and then I felt him shooting deep in me. I went blank with ecstasy. His load filled me, warming me, soothing that ache I was having. I would feel his cock spurt and throb in me and my whole body would quiver. I had to admit that feeling was what I craved. He came a lot, each spurt causing tremors through out my body, each spurt filling me with his warm cum. I love that moment when a top is coming in me and I still feel how hard my cock is in response. It shows me how much I love this. As he finished he pulled out of me and I slid backward with him, I slid down the side of his bed and my cock was pressed between my sweaty body and the bed and in just that moment started to turn around I started to shoot my load. He saw happening and the look he gave me was of complete understanding and lust. I knew at that moment that I would do whatever he wanted if it meant he put his load in me.

I don't have a brother but can contribute another true story. A couple of years ago I was in Egypt. One night in Cairo a young guy came up to me like those Arabs do when they want to show your their shop and sell souvenirs. I told him that I was not interested in buying anything, but we talked a little though, and quite soon the topic came to sex and how difficult it is for Egyptian guys to have sex with women before being married and so on. I told him that I heard that Egyptians have big dicks, and he said his was large. I replied "I don't believe you - prove it." So he took me to a house where we could slip into an open basement, he unzipped and showed me his cock, which rose to a full erection in a few seconds. He was huge! I went down on my knees and sucked him, but unfortunately he came immediately and flooded my mouth with a huge load of very spicy sperm. I was disappointed because, of course, I had hoped to get fucked, so I asked him for a second round. He said he couldn't, but he suggested I return the next day. I honestly didn't think I could be so lucky, and that he would be there the next night, but I wasn't about to miss the chance, however slight, of another round. To my surprise and pleasure, when I got to his street he was expecting me. We went downstairs and this time I didn't suck him but immediately bent over and offered him my ass. He pushed his rock hard monster balls-deep with one thrust. No condom, no lube, not even spit. Luckily I had just flushed out and my ass was still wet and prepaired with some oil. He fucked me for less then a minute and busted his heavy nuts deep inside me. I was again disappointed. Why couldn't he last a little longer? I told him that I had three more days in Cairo and asked if he wanted another round, so again he told me to come back the next day. Next day, same story, but this time it took him a couple of minutes to shoot and I started to really enjoy it. Then he asked me if I would be interested if another guy fucked me as well. I asked him who was this 'other guy'. He hesitated but then he told me that it would be his younger brother. I was really tempted now and accepted his suggestion, so the next day both he and his brother were there when I showed-up. The brother was quite young but not so young that I would doubt that he was at least 18. He was a bit shy, but his older brother pushed him and let him go with me first. His cock was similar to his brother's and when I bent over he didn't waste a second to enter my eager hole, but then he shot his load after only two thrusts and pulled out immediately. Shit. I turned around and told him to send his brother downstairs, which he did. The older brother needed his time with me now. He wasn't so horny any more as on the first day und he fucked me for a good five or six minutes before he unloaded in me. It was probably also because I was already creamed with his brother's huge load and the friction went down with that. I was about to close my pants when the younger brother appeared again on the staircase. Without a word I turned around and bent over. Two minutes later I had his second load in my ass. That made the older brother horny again and he took my ass over to deliver his second load. What can I say? I arrived back in my hotel with my ass drenched with six brotherly loads. I dumped a huge cum-shit.

Chapter 3 Man that tight little marine knew how to work his ass, combined with the best coke available anywhere my nuts soon began that familiar tightening. Watching the marine’s abs flex as he bounced faster and faster on my meat milking out my load and begging me to cum in his hole. As my need increased I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down onto my cock and balls I blasted another big dirty load into his previously clean hole. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into little man, cause there’s no going back”. He had no idea how many different ways that was true. Keeping my dick in his now wet and worn hole he began to make out with me and tried to raise up to get me to suck him off. Always the willing host I leaned down and noticed for the first time just how well built my young marine was. I could keep him impaled on my fuckstick and still suck a solid 5 inches or just under half his length into my mouth. It didn’t take long till he was groaning and trying to drive more inches between my lips without letting my cock out of his ass. You could see the dilemma in the poor guy's face, but the grinding back and forth was doing its trick, his ass was getting massaged and so was his cock. I could see the blissful euphoria and the pleasure and pain of an intense orgasm coming across the studs face. I reached under his nuts and grabbed his sack and pulled it back past my cock still in his hole and that did the trick. Suddenly he was whooping and thrusting like a cowboy on a bareback bronc; and filling my mouth with blast after blast of creamy nectar. Now the thing about pulling his nuts back like that was that if I pulled and squeezed just a bit more it stopped his orgasm cold. It did have the pleasant side effect of keeping him hard but created a fair amount of confusion and concern as the marine’s normal endorphin rush bottomed out and he howled in shock. Just another little trick courtesy of my friends in the far east. Releasing the studs now tender but still partially full nuts I drew him down into a deep kiss and fed him his own load. as his hard cock bounced between us. Every ripped muscle shone with the repressed tension and the denied release. “how’d you like the taste of your last neg load boy” Now this marine had a body that looked like it could be a hell of a lot of fun but the face of an angel especially the look of excitement that came across it as he registered that I’d just blown a big nasty poz load in his deep opened fuckhole. Turns out he’d been a chaser but could never go through with doing the deed. We swapped his cum back and forth before he finally swallowed it down. Him still being horny and my everlast cock still lodged in his colon had his monster cock still rock hard and looking to finish what it had started before I shut it down. My mind positively spun with possibilities. Reaching down to read his dog tags I saw LC.CPL Daniels. This gave me an idea. I had Daniels stand at attention totally still while I laid out a seriously thick rail of powder on his dick. 9 solid inches of cock and coke had me almost giving up on my plan and diving in myself, but I had a bigger picture to think of. Kicking the bed I roused the twins and got their attention. “this here marine just got back from serving his country and has a little treat for you two. Now get down on your knees and show some appreciation to this stud” the sound of snorting and licking was immediate as the two surfers destroyed that rail and then started fighting to get their lips down that length of man meat. I took a moment to refuel my own party and held the tray up for Daniels to powder his own nose before things got a little chaotic. Daniels and I then took turns fucking the twins and the beach bums each blew another load in my hole. Before it was all over I’d moved the whole hot mess of man and cum into the shower stall for a taste of my own special brew. Who knew those shaggy haired innocent looking surfers would look so depraved drenched in piss, their hair matted down in a wet helmet and them both fighting to get the last drops from mine and the marine’s weapons. After we showered off I sent the marine to find some clothes in my closet as there was no sign of his from last night. I took the twins out to the bed and reached into my nightstand where my butler had knowingly stashed them while we showered and came out with two chastity devices. I reminded the hot studs that they agreed to not cum in anyone else until I knew they were bugged up. Snugging the devices up tight I explained they were welcome to stay here and enjoy the facilities and the party favours as long as I was gone. Little did they know that once they passed out again the next thing they would see would be their doppelganger strapped into a fuck bench that looked a lot like how they were feeling. I figured the butler had earned a reward. When I left them the twins were bumping their encased cocks together and then slipping into a 69 to felch out their asses. Heading back into the main part of the house I pulled the butler aside to discuss my plans. My butler for this house is known to have a dominant streak and is particularly skilled in chastity and teasing a guy to the breaking point. I put the twins in his care reminding him that they couldn’t cum without me being there but they could most definitely take as many loads as he saw fit. Someone would be by the house to pick up the young marine and take him to training. I knew the butler well enough to know I didn’t need to let him know to contact our human resources people to arrange for a complete disappearance for these men who soon would be taking their places in my company. With the details worked out I left for a few days of rest and recovery on the yacht. I’d be back in a few days to check on progress and enjoy the twins again. As I settled into the back of the limo for the drive to the marina I drifted off thinking of what a great asset the marine would be.

Chapter 2 A little background to me and my company and how I came to be in the position of being surrounded by all these hot naked and pliable men. I joined the army back in the late nineties just in time to do a couple tours through some godforsaken countries. I met the locals and made some connections that helped bring a healthy return on my meagre army pay. I’d cashed out of the army and found work with a defence contractor in time to head into Afghanistan and Iraq. Man the money was just waiting to be made there. it helped to not be terribly scrupulous and willing to not just turn a blind eye but actively assist in some of that reconstruction money to go missing. Getting to know the local sheiks, clerics, princes etc opened more doors than I knew even existed. By the time I was 25 I had enough to start investing in legitimate interests and disguising the less savoury aspects of my trade. It was through this associations that I got more sex than any 25 year old could ever want and eventually got pozzed. I had more sex in more places with mare men and learned how to get the most out of the human body for my personal pleasure than I ever thought possible. If you’re good I’ll share that story another time. I’d been given my first servant by a Prince of Arabia, a tall muscular Swede who had through various channels found himself disappeared and trained for service. They had added some hardcore loyalty mental stuff and ever since Sven has been my right hand man and most trusted adviser. In the years since I’d acquired a stable of hot men through various means all trained and programmed to be incredibly loyal and who I now entrusted most of the day to day operations to. This left me free to indulge in the privileges of ownership and focus on new asset acquisitions. The twins bubbly surfer butts definitely qualified. It was Sven I was due to have a video conference with as I stepped from the shower threw on some board shorts and headed out to the deck of my Malibu beach house. As I exited the Master bedroom I surveyed the remains of one hell of a party. Strewn across the couple thousand square feet of my living room and other bedrooms was a scene of naked men of all varieties clearly passed out after having had a hell of a good time. In the middle of the circular couch was the current Hollywood It man, naked ass up covered in cum from head to toe. He always liked to be the centre of attention and I recalled seeing him doing a strip routine from one of his recent movies to get the party started last night. Soon after he had a thick cock in both ends and one in each hand ready to take their turns and he was moaning for more. His nose showed obvious evidence of the amount of blow he’d enjoyed. I took note to send him a bill later on as he availed himself of one of my private clinics to cure up whatever rash or blister he’d acquired. He’d pay it happily to ensure the details of the party stayed private. Around the edges of the room my trusted staff were beginning to rouse the party-goers and direct them to the kitchen where a buffet had been laid out. An expected amount of grab ass and snuggling happened as the guys began to stir and take stock of their surroundings. I always enjoyed seeing the confused looks as sobriety merged with consciousness and nakedness. The guests clothes had been gathered up throughout the evening by my staff, cleaned and folded and laid out approximately by owner during breakfast. Some of the guests would find they were missing their underwear. I admit I have a couple fetishes and one is hot studs underwear and seeing big swinging meat freeballing in shorts and jeans. I'd be sure to view the security footage later. The more VIP members of the guest list were ushered downstairs to a private dining room and exit. The secret to my success had always been understanding the needs of my clients and exceeding their expectations. If the public only knew how many of the top musicians actors and even up and coming self righteous politicians had spent time in my party houses; and how much they paid me to make sure those stories stayed private. A selection were discretely slipped invitations to visit my winery in Napa later in the month. I looked forward to finally making sure that some of my more frequent guests finally came down with a bug even i couldn't cure. Reaching the deck the butler had my breakfast laid out and the laptop ready for the conference. He quickly closed the doors and left me to study the latest business reports of shipments and output from my factories and “farms”. Dialing up Sven I greeted my old friend and could tell by the smirk on his face he could see the parade of muscle and cock through the glass doors behind me. “Quite the party I see?” I told him he had no idea and I wished he had been there. Sven and I had a longstanding agreement, I’d would do whatever I wanted but Sven being forever loyal and faithful only had eyes for me and preferred to stay away when things got wild. We quickly covered the needed discussions and made plans for him to meet me on the yacht later that day. I needed more bacon and to say goodbye to a few guests as well as privately thank the special poz rentb-ys I had sprinkled into the mix last night so i reluctantly left the sunshine and warm breezes to head inside. My business and bacon requirements being temporarily satisfied I retired to the bedroom to find the twins snoring in a tangle of tanned limbs and shaggy hair. Looking in the bathroom I saw the marine hadn’t made it very far. he was curled up sound asleep on a pile of towels and clothes. Gently slapping him on the cheek with my hardening cock I planted my meat in his throat and made him crawl follow me out to the bedroom where I settled into an armchair and did another couple lines from ever prepared tray pulling the boy up to do his own fair share which just made him more eager. yes he’d do nicely as I watched his muscular arms tense as he drew his taught ripped body up to straddle me and impaled himself on my meat in one long stroke. Yup it’s good to be me was all I could think as I settled back to enjoy the ride and buzz.

I'm dying just waiting for him to get in touch again, or anybody for that matter! I'm craving cum!!!

I went to a gay club a few days ago because I wanted to cruise for some hot big cock studs. The club wasn't very busy so it was easy to scope for potential guys who'd want to fuck me. There was one guy who kept checking me and and I rumor was that He had a huge cock. See I go to this club regularly so I know a few of the regulars. Anyway, I needed to take a piss so headed to the toilets and went into a cubicle. As I was opening the door of the cubicle the guy who had been checking me out pushed me back into the cubicle and locked the door behind him. By the way, this guy was know to fuck everyone and anyone and rumor was that he had hiv. By this time I was already very drunk so didnt care much, I just wanted a big cock to fill up my ass! Next thing I know I am on my knees with a 23cm cock in my mouth. This cock was so thick I couldnt get my hand around it! This guy was trying to force his huge cock down my throat and make me gag! He pulled out and said to follow him, reluctantly I did so. He led me outside the club to a dark alley next to the club. He said he needed to piss and I have to take out his cock and hold it for him. After all the piss had drained from his cock I dropped to my knees and sucked the last bit of piss from his cock and really worked his cock to get it wet and slimy from all the gagging. Next he told me to get on all fours and lined his cock up with my hole. Slowly he started to force his cock in my hole. It hurt a bit but I was still so drunk and his cock was very slippery from my bj. Next he just started pounding me and saying, "You like big raw cock up your pussy, huh?" and "You want my load up your cunt you slut?". This really got me going and I started backing up and meeting his thrust with my now very sloppy and sore hole. His pace started to quicken and his grunting got louder and he really started talking dirty. "You want this big load up you pussy boy hole?" "My huge raw cock is tearing up your hole boy." He really fucked me hard now and what he said next was all that was needed for me to blow my load: "Here comes my toxic load you slut! Take my fucking poz load!" And with that he shot all his cum up my ass. He stayed in my ass and ground his cock in and out of my hole for a minute. He then got up and left without saying a word. My ass was sore and full of cum but I wanted more...

Billy backed the truck into a spot in the lot behind the Motel 6. Once he set the brakes he called Doug on his phone. “Where am I sending this little bitch?...106, OK. Oh and by the way he’s all lubed up from the weigh station.” I could hear Doug laughing along with Billy. He hung up the phone. “Well, what you waitin’ for? Get your ass over to 106.” "You’re not gonna go with me?” I asked. “Fuck no. Now get on over there and make sure you bring me back my fuckin’ money whore.” “Yes Sir.” I climbed out of the truck wearing my little shorts and laced-up boots. As I walked over to the building I heard a couple of whistles from the trucks behind me. Luckily room 106 faced the truck lot so I didn’t have to walk very far in my ridiculous get up. I knocked on the door and somebody yelled from inside “Come in!” It was dark inside the room and it took my eyes about a minute to adjust. When I could finally see I realized there were four men in the room with me. The only one I recognized was Doug, who was laying fully dressed on the bed closest to the door, drinking a Coke and smoking a cigarette. Sitting at a table were two Hispanic guys finishing up some Del Taco and then there was a biker looking guy sitting on the other bed looking at his laptop. A shy “Hi” circulated throughout the room, followed by Doug's question “Who wants to use him first?” “Man, we gotta get to Yuma this afternoon” said one of the Hispanic guys. “Fine, you and Jose fuck him first.” “Puta, ven aqui” Jose said, motioning to me. “He said ‘whore come here’” translated the other Hispanic guy. I went over to Jose and he was rubbing his crotch. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his hard cock in his jeans. “Chupar puta.” “He said ‘suck it whore’.” I got down on my knees in front of Jose and unzipped his jeans. To my surprise he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his dick sprang out like a jack-in-the-box and slapped me in the face. They all laughed at my recoil from it. It was a nice thick six inch cut dick with a full bush at the base. He had obviously been thinking about this for a while, as he had tons of precum shining in his pubes. Jose grabbed me by the back of the head and I took his dick in my mouth. He moaned as I went down to the base and back up. His dick was oozing tons of cum. “Cabron poco bien.” “He said you’re a good little cocksucker.” Just then I felt the other Hispanic guy's fingers slip down the back of my shorts and find their way into my still sore asshole. “Fuck yeah, nice and wet already. Your pussy always get that wet when you’re sucking cock?” The other guys laughed. As I kept sucking on Jose’s dick I could feel his balls getting tighter and tighter. He kept moaning and moaning. “Dame ese culo.” “He said he wants your ass. that’s good ‘cause I want your mouth. Come here and suck on my cock.” I turned around to find the other guy with his jeans around his calves and his big curve uncut cock dripping precum. I pulled the foreskin back and started to suck him while Jose got on his knees and shoved his cock in my ass. He might have been only six inches, but it felt like a thick nine after being pummeled by the officer at the weigh station. I had barely gotten the other guy’s dick wet before I felt Jose pumping a load into me. He pulled his cock out of me as the other guy grabbed me by the back of the head and told me to clean of his friend’s cock. After I sucked all the cum off his cock and out of his pubes, the other guy put me back to sucking on his cock. Jose said something to him in Spanish and left the room. With one of my holes open the biker guy got behind me and started finger my hole. His hand we rough and he had thick calloused fingers. Two of his fingers were almost wider than Jose’s cock. He stayed behind me as he encouraged me. “Yeah, suck that Mexican’s dick.” The other guy was so hard in my mouth that I could feel his pulse with my tongue. His cock was thick and veiny and led into soft, almost hairless, balls that were the size of kiwis. I was so into his balls that I was a little shocked when the biker guy reached between my legs and tugged on my balls. At first he just pulled them a little, but then he cinched his fingers around the top of my nuts sack and gave them a really hard pull. I couldn’t help but moan a little. “You like that bitch?” With the Mexican guy's cock in my mouth, I could only moan in the affirmative. I heard the sound of the biker guy’s leather belt being pulled out through its loops and then he grabbed my nuts again and gave them a light smack with it. My scream was muffled by the Mexican’s cock. “You’re making the little bitch tear-up.” “Just wait till Doug and I get done with his ass. We’ll make him cry like a little girl.” “Fuck yeah” Doug said. “Think we can get both our cocks in him at once?” “Like we’ll give him a fuckin’ choice.” They both laughed. The Mexican guy was oozing precum to the point that I had white foam around my mouth. He lifted my head off his cock saying “Sit on it, cunt.” I turned around and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole and slowly tried to sit down on it, but my ass was so sore that I could barely get the head in before I had to stop. “Come on you fucking whore, I ain’t gonna give you the $50 for me and Jose till I drop a load in that ass.” I tried again, balancing myself with my hands on the arm of the chair, I got the head in, but could bring myself to go down any further. Seeing that I was having trouble, the biker guy took my arms and yanked them away from the chair causing my ass to slide all the way down the Mexican’s big cock in one motion. I gasped from the pain and Doug laughed. “Doesn’t he look like a blow up doll with his mouth gaping open like that?” The biker guy joined also found my discomfort funny because he laughed along with Doug. “Come on whore, ride my fuckin’ cock. I got places to be.” Slowly I started to ride his cock until I got more comfortable with the size of it in my swollen hole. After a couple of minutes the Mexican lost his patience. He asked the biker for his belt, and then he bent me over the small round table between the two chairs and then hog-tied my hands and feet together with the belt. “You won’t ride my fuckin’ cock, I’ll have my fucking cock ride you.” With that he slammed his big cock in me and started to jack hammer my ass. Doug got up from the bed and walked over to my mouth. “Fuck this is makin’ me hard.” He unzipped his pants and let his thick, eight inch cock flop out of his pants. While he was now bald, he must have been a red head at some point because his pubic hair was red. Red hair is a turn-on for me, and the sight of it was almost enough to cause me to forget the pain that the Mexican was causing in my ass. “Suck it.” I opened my mouth as he pushed all the way until his cock was in my throat and his red pubes were pressed against my nose. Meanwhile, the Mexican was going faster and faster, he had so much precum that I almost thought he had cum already. I could hear it slopping up between my ass cheeks and I could feel it splatter between us. After another five minutes or so he finally came. My ass was so open that when he pulled out a huge gob of cum ran down my leg and into my leather boot. Doug pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Be a good boy and clean off my friend’s dick.” The Mexican guy came around and made me suck all the cum off his cock. He even made me clean of his balls and all around his pubes where his cum had splattered from fucking me so hard. When he was satisfied that his cock was clean he slipped a fifty dollar bill inside my left boot. As the Mexican was about to leave, Doug slapped me in the side of the head. “What do you say to the nice man whore?” “Thank you, Sir.” “Good boy.” With that I could hear the Mexican shut the door behind him. The biker guy untied my hands and feet from around the table and rolled me on my back. He yanked the little rubber shorts completely off me. “So Greg, you want to fuck him first?” Doug asked. “No, you can get in there first; I want to try out that mouth. If he can deep-throat you, maybe he can take most of mine.” Doug pulled-off his jeans, sat on the bed, saying “Come here and back up on my cock. If you hesitate like you did with my Mexican friend, I’ll make it hurt worse.” Luckily Doug’s cock was thick, but the head was relatively small in comparison. With all the cum from the Mexican I didn’t have much trouble getting his cock in. “Come on Greg. Show the whore what’s going in him next.” Greg walked over, took of his pants and stood in front of me in a yellowed pair of tight white briefs. Underneath the cloth there was a huge cock that spanned from the center of Greg’s torso to his outer hip area where a little droplet of cum had pushed through the material. My eyes must have gotten a little wide at the sight of his penis. Greg laughed. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to sit on this one, I’ll make it fit myself.” He slid his briefs down his thighs and let his huge cock swing out from his body. “Let’s see how far you get.” I opened my mouth and leaned way over to make my throat as straight a target as possible. He took me by the back of the head an guided it into my mouth. While I can take a long dick in my throat, my mouth isn’t big enough to take a dick as thick as Greg’s. Soon his cock was stretching my mouth. “How’s his ass?” “Fucking great. Little bitch is even talented enough to be able to squeeze it still.” “Let me try it.” Doug lifted me off his cock and turned me around. Instinctively I started to suck Doug’s cock, but he moved it away before I could get it in my mouth. “Maybe once your used to Greg’s cock, but I’m not having your teeth anywhere near my shit while he’s getting it in.” Greg laughed. “Here we go.” Greg’s dick pressed against my asshole and finally slipped passed the entrance. Every time I thought I had the whole thing in my ass he push a little bit more and a little bit more, until finally I could feel his bush pressed up against my ass. He waited for about a four count for me to get used to it and then he drew back and started fucking me slowly. “Funny I don’t feel him squeezing, just a general tightness.” They both laughed. He started picking up the pace and when Doug felt like I was taking it good he slipped his cock back in my mouth. Greg started to really pound hard and I could feel his cock in places I had never felt any other cock go before. The loads I had in me sloshed around and every now and then Greg would pull all the way out and slam his cock all the way back in, causing cum to run down my legs and into my boots. Doug’s balls were getting tighter and tighter. “I’m getting close dude.” “Cool, the bitch could use another load in there.” With that Greg yanked me back to the chair so that I was now sitting on his cock. Doug came over and lifted my legs. “Now we're gonna see some fuckin’ tears.” He pushed his cock in my ass next to Greg’s and started fucking me fast and hard. I screamed and screamed, but he didn’t stop. After a few minutes Doug’s face clenched and I could feel his load pumping in me next to Greg’s cock. After a few squirts he yanked his cock out and Greg stood me back up so I could clean Doug’s cock off. Not only was there cum, but there was also bright red blood also. As I cleaned Doug's cock, Greg started to fuck me harder and harder. His balls stopped swinging as they got tighter and tighter against the base of his cock. Doug got up and dressed. “I’ll be back in a sec.” Greg never missed a beat and just kept fucking me harder and harder. He pushed me onto the now empty bed and started to fuck me into the bed, using his body weight to force his cock in me deeper and deeper. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more he came and collapsed on top of me. Doug came back in the room, carrying a plastic grocery store bag and went into the bathroom. Greg rolled off of me. “Clean me off, son.” I knelt over his softening cock and licked it clean. Every now and then I would get a glimpse in the mirror behind me of my gaping hole. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get it to close. As I finished cleaning him off with my tongue, Doug came out of the bathroom. “You ready to hit the road Greg?” “Yeah, let me get dressed.” Doug picked up the plastic bag and threw it at me. Inside were my clothes and my shoes. “George said you’re to stay here tonight and in the morning somebody will come by to give you your keys and wallet and take you back to Phoenix. And don’t worry. I paid George the hundred, you can keep that $50 in your boot.” I stood there in silence as Greg zipped up his pants. “What do you say to the nice man?” “Thank you Sir.” to be continued…