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[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!!!!

The Teacher I first saw him when he moved into the building. He was with his girlfriend as they carried in boxes to their first floor apartment. I offered my help and learned that his name was Cory; he was 22, and at 5’9” tall he had a sexy, lean, runner’s build. Her name didn’t matter. They had just graduated college and had accepted teaching jobs at the local high school. I knew I’d have to break them up if I was going to wrangle this sexy boy into my coral. The thing I had going for me was a senior at the high school where they were both going to be teaching. I knew he’d be able to cause a problem between the loving couple. I continued to play the good neighbor and waited for my boy to work his way into their relationship. I waited as the school year progressed a few months to let my boy work on the girlfriend. He kept asking her for help after school and progressively began to try and get closer. I knew when he had achieved his goal when Cory came home without her in a huff. He practically ran into the building right pass me and slammed the door of his apartment. I waited a while and knocked on the door. When Cory answered he immediately apologized “Sorry about the noise, I got some disturbing news.” I asked him “What’s wrong Cory?” He let me know “My bitch of a girlfriend was caught fucking a student.” I did my best to look surprised since I had sent my boy to fuck her. It was simple since he has a 12” cock and can fuck like a stallion. I asked him “What happened to her?” He let me know “She was arrested since they caught her riding him like a cowgirl.” “I’m sorry to hear that Cory. Sounds like you need a drink. I’ve got some good rum if you’re interested.” Cory perked up a bit and welcomed my offer “I’d like to get drunk tonight. I don’t have to go back to work till Tuesday.” I clarified “So you have a 4 day weekend?” “Yes, we have a professional day tomorrow and Monday is Veteran’s Day.” Cory asked me “Go grab the booze and we’ll have a drink or two.” I nodded yes and quickly retrieved the rum from my apartment. When I got back Cory told me “Apparently this wasn’t the first time they fucked.” I already knew my boy had fucked her 5 times with the last 2 raw breeding her nasty cunt. I’m sure she had his AIDS virus swimming in her. When we settled on his couch I fixed Cory a rum and coke with an added ingredient. I made sure his had some GHB in it to get him relaxed and horny. He downed the first one quickly and I fixed him a second. While we chatted about this and that I excused myself and I came back to the living room with a joint. I asked Cory “You want a hit?” His eyes lit up when he saw the white beauty. He almost began to drool as he shook his head. What he didn’t know was that I had laced the joint with Tina. I made sure that he had more hits than I did and as the G began to work into his system I knew he’d be a horny boy. I turned the talk to sex as he began to squirm in his seat. He couldn’t hide his excitement as his khaki’s began to tent. When the subject of oral sex came up I told Cory “In my opinion, guys give the best head.” It was during our discussion Cory admitted to me “While in college I ‘experimented’ with a frat brother. We were both drunk and very horny and ended up blowing each other.” I asked him “Did either of you swallow?” He told me “When my frat bro blew his load in my mouth I freaked at first and spit it out, but he swallowed my load. I think he was gay though.” After another hit on the joint he added “Thinking back, he loaded didn’t taste that bad.” Cory was rubbing his hard cock through the fabric of his pants when we finished off the joint and I asked “How are you feeling now bro?” He looked over at me with the biggest grin and said “Damn good and very horny. I need a good blow job.” I let him know “I’ll be happy to suck your cock if you suck mine.” I didn’t know what to expect when he stood up, walked over to where I was sitting and got on his knees between my legs. He fished my cock from me shorts and began to give me a decent suck job for a (so called) straight boy. I looked down at him as he took the majority of my 9” cock into his mouth and asked “You’ve done this more than once, haven’t you?” He paused for a second and simply said “Maybe?” As Cory worked on my pole I pulled out my Tina pipe and began to smoke away. He looked up and asked “What’s with the pipe?” I let him know “It’s a Tina pipe. Have you ever tried Tina.” He shook his head know as he went back to work on my cock. I took a good hit and blew the smoke out in his direction. He came up from my cock and asked “Can I try it?” I told him “Of course. I’ll get it heated and when I tell you to inhale, you take a slow, deep breath in and hold it till I tell you to blow the smoke out.” I light the torch and got the bowl good and hot. As the smoke began to swirl I told Cory “OK, now suck that smoke in bro.” Cory took a deep hit and held it till I told him to let it out. He blew the smoke as I heated the bowl up again. He didn’t hesitate as he drew in a second big hit, held it then blew it out while I did another hit. I knew the Tina would get him even looser and ready for me to use. Cory resumed sucking my cock. I was determined to get into his ass before the too long. As I was heating the bowl I told Cory “I’m going to take a big hit off the pipe. Then I’m going to blow the smoke out into your mouth as you breath it in, then you’ll blow it out and I’ll breath it in….it’s called a shot gun.” I took a big hit off the pipe, pulled him off my cock (drool & precum clinging from his lips to the tip of my cock) and blew the smoke into his open mouth. Cory quickly sucked the smoke into his lungs and then blew it back out at me. We went back and forth a couple times before I said “We’re going to try that again, but go with me on is and we can make it better.” I could see that the G, weed and Tina were taking a strong hold as I took a deeper hit off the pipe. I closed in on Cory’s mouth and locked my lips on his as I exhaled the smoke into his mouth as he inhaled. He then exhaled back into my lungs and this went back and forth before we ended up kissing. Cory accepted my deep kiss and soon allowed my tongue to enter his mouth. Cory’s right hand found my hard cock while his left hand found the back of my head. I pulled him in closer and grabbed his ass. He was definitely into what I was offering. We kept kissing as I loosened his belt and his khaki’s dropped to the floor. He boxers quickly followed as he quickly lost his shirt. Our kiss broke as I asked him “Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before.” He admitted to me “I sucked my frat bro’s cock a few times, but that’s all I’ve ever done.” I pushed the limit and asked “Are you willing to do more right now with me?” I knew the drugs were clouding his judgment when he answered “Why not. I’m horny as fuck and won’t be getting any from that BITCH of a girlfriend again.” I suggested “Why don’t we take this to your bedroom.” Cory was open to suggestion as we got comfortable on the couch. I suggested “Why don’t we 69” to which he agreed. Now that I had the opportunity to suck his semi-hard cock I could get a look at his virgin, neg cunt. It looked nice with very little hair as it winked at me. I began to lick his cock and balls working my way to the prize. Cory began to moan as I licked his cute little puckered hole. He paused on occasion as he kept hitting the Tina pipe. I knew he’d be ready for a slam soon. He offered me a shot gun and we began kissing again. When the kiss broke Cory was disappointed that the pipe was emty. “You got anymore shit for this pipe?” I honestly answered “The only Tina I have left are in points.” Cory looked at me with a puzzled look and asked “Slam? What’s a slam?” I pulled out 2 points from my shorts pocked off the floor and told him “This is a slam. It is Tina dissolved in water that you inject directly in you. It’s a hell of a high. Care to try one?” Cory hesitated at first we I began to rim his hole again. Through his moans he said “Why not.” I had him right where I wanted him. I grabbed the one I made special for him. It was a point I’ve used before so I knew it be tainted with some of my blood and virus. Although both points looked like they had identical doses, I made sure that he got hid had more Tina and less water. Not only would this give him a large slam, but a more intense slam giving him a very hard, intense rush. Cory watched intently as I placed a tourniquet on his left arm, commented “You have great veins” as I found a good vein to hit, wiped the spot with alcohol before I stuck the point in the vein. I let him know “We make sure that the point is in the vein as we get a flash of blood” as I registered the flash then pushed the plunger down telling him “And know you get your first slam.” I pulled the tourniquet off and watched as he coughed out hard, said “HOLY FUCK!” and lay there on his bed as I did mine. I noticed that he started to pull on his shriveled up cock. After I coughed out I began to rim Cory’s hole again. I was getting it good and wet for my 9” that were now harder and dripping precum. I heard Cory moaning as I ate his soon to be wrecked and diseased hole. I kissed and licked my way up and gave Cory a deep kiss as I aimed my cock at his hole. I could feel his hole sucking my cock deep inside. Cory began to moan as I got deeper and deeper inside his hole. I looked into Cory’s eyes as I began to fuck his virginity and health away. I knew I wouldn’t last long and soon delivered the first of multiple loads Cory would get that weekend. As I continued to fuck Cory, he reached down to feel the cock invading his insides. I could tell by the expression on his face he was surprised by something. He looked at me and said “You’re not wearing a rubber?” I looked him dead in the eye and said “You never asked for one. Besides it doesn’t really matter anymore, I’ve dropped a nice load of poz cum inside you.” Cory processed my words and knew it was too late. He seemed to accept his new role and began to enjoy the fuck I was giving him. It was sometime on Saturday when we heard someone enter Cory’s apartment. We were all surprised when Cory’s girlfriend walked in catching Cory riding me like a cowboy. She didn’t say much as she turned and left. Cory would never be the same after that weekend. A few weeks later he came down with the ‘flu’ and eventually left his job to move back home.

There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.

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.

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…

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.”

1. Clint Of course, I woke up early. Far too early; when I looked at my phone, it said 4:30 in the morning. I had tried to stay up as late as I could the night before, but finally crashed around nine. I hated jet lag. Being in a new and unfamiliar setting didn't help it at all. I turned on the light by my bed, and looked around my dorm room. It was very spartan; I hadn't been able to bring much more than the essentials on the long flight here. And, of course, in my case, the essentials had to include an entire bag of photography equipment. That was my carry-on. I had enough experience with jet lag to know that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after waking up like this. I had expected that. Last night I had looked at the campus gym's schedule. It would be open in thirty minutes, so I put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I also packed some regular clothes and some shampoo. Even early, the California morning was warm enough that I didn't need a jacket on the short walk to the gym. I got there right as it opened. I was the first person on the treadmill, but as I did my sprints, more people started to filter in. They all looked like faculty and staff, doing their work out before they started their workday. It was far too early for students to be here. Right around six, I finished my workout right, and went back to the locker room. It was still deserted. I stripped off my clothes, and found the steam room. I wanted to relax after the hard run. I sat down on the top bench and then let my eyes adjust to the dim light and thick steam. It took me several seconds to realize that there was another person in the steam room. He was sitting in the far corner on the lower bench. "Morning," he said. What little I could see through the dense steam was that he was a big man with a deep voice. "Morning," I replied. "Good workout?" "Yeah, man. Like to get here before it's too busy. Of course, all the students will get here today and tomorrow. Then it'll be packed" "Yeah, I got here yesterday afternoon." "You're a student?" he asked. "Yeah, freshman." "Damn. Don't usually see you guys here this early. Specially the freshmen." I inched a bit closer, trying to get a better view of the mystery man. Then, I realized that he was black. Although big, he looked like he was solid muscle. "I live in the Middle East," I said. "Still dealing with jet lag." "Must have been a long trip," he said. "24 hours, in total." "Fuck man, that's not long, that's endless. I'm Eli," he said. He stood up to shake my hand. He was naked. He had taken off his towel and had been sitting on it. "Clint," I said. I got off the bench and took his hand. I barely came up to his head, and seemingly no part of him was small: his hand engulfed mine. The rough skin of his palm spoke of a life of real work, not typing at a desk. Closer to him, I could see the dreadlocks hanging down his back, and how very muscular his body was. He spent plenty of time taking care of his body. My eyes drifted downward, across his broad chest and his washboard abs. There was a bit of hair on his abs, some of it grey. He was older than I had first thought. The trail of hair pulled my gaze down further, where I was almost afraid to look. I nearly gasped when I saw the size of his cock. I knew that black men were supposed to be well endowed, but he had the biggest dick I had ever seen, in real life or even in my forays with online porn. Fat, long, and thick, it hung like a sleeping python between his legs. He noticed me staring. "Like what you see?" he asked. I swallowed, and then realized I was no longer in Kuwait. I was in California. What I had fought to suppress for so many years suddenly no longer mattered. "It's impressive," I said, not knowing what else to say. He still had my hand in his, and he guided it down to his cock. My stomach did a flip: it was equal measures of excitement and fear. "Go ahead," he said. I let go of his hand, and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had touched another man's cock only a few times before, childish explorations over brief trips back to the US. I knew enough never to let on what had happened when I got back to the Middle East. But now, in college, in the US, everything was different. His thick shaft more than filled my hand and it was heavy, warm, and alive. As I ran my hand along it, his cock twitched, getting harder. My own dick was rapidly hardening as well, already straining against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. I returned to the head of his dick; it was now swollen and hard. "First time?" Eli asked. "Uh, yeah. Sort of," I said. "Don't worry, it's alright. You have to start somewhere." He put his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. His arm was muscular and heavy on my shoulder, and even in the heat of the steam room, I could feel the warmth of his body. "Of course, mine's not an easy one to start with. But I'm sure you'll do fine." With his other arm, Eli reached down and undid the knot on my towel. It dropped to the floor, leaving me naked and painfully erect. "Don't worry. No one will disturb us here," he continued. "Or, if they do, we'll be giving them quite the show, huh?" He tossed his head, getting a stray dread back over his shoulder. He had a closely trimmed goatee, black hair, also with a few strands of grey. It was hard for me to tell how old he was; when I first saw him, I thought he might be in his twenties, but now I realized he was at least in his late thirties, maybe even older. The age only enhanced his masculinity. He had experienced the world, and of course knew what he liked and what he wanted. He pulled me ever closer to him, and grabbed my cock. "You've got a nice one yourself," he said. Eli was being generous. In comparison to his penis, mine barely even registered. It was a little over seven inches, and right now, it was harder than it had ever been before. Any more stimulation, and I was going to shoot a pent-up load of sperm, all over his body. "Thanks," I managed to moan. He leaned in, and gave me a peck on the lips. I hadn't expected this; it seemed totally out of character for a stud like him to kiss another man. I was shaking in a combination of fear and excitement. "Relax," Eli said. "It's going to be ok." I wanted a closer look at his cock. Trembling, I knelt down, getting my head right on level with his dick. It was a monster, almost as fat as a soda can. It seemed like it was a foot long, although I knew it was probably only eight or nine inches. To think that men had taken it in their mouths, or even up their asses seemed impossible to me. But, at the same time, I wanted to do exactly that, to know what it felt like inside me, to have some connection with this stud. I ran my hand down his sculpted abs, feeling his trimmed hair and pubes. His black pubic hair was flecked with grey. Suppressing all fear, I leaned in and kissed him right at the base of his cock, my tongue flicking as much as I dared against his skin. He tasted exactly like I dreamed a man would taste, a mix of sweat, condensation from the steam room, and an indescribable other. I had never tasted it before, but even after just the first taste, I immediately wanted more of it. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be able to get enough of it. When he put his hand on the back of my head, I was momentarily terrified that I had gone too far. But rather than shoving me away, he held me in place. "You like that?" he asked. I could only nod. "It feels good," he continued. "Like the taste of my pre-cum?" That was what I had tasted. It was another man's fluid. And I had loved it. I nodded again. "There's plenty more where it came from," he said, as he pushed my head back, the rest of his massive cock coming into view. At the tip, right along his piss-slit, there was another milky bead forming. I abandoned any shame or fear, and leaned in to lick it up eagerly. "Fuck yeah boy. That's what I need this morning." The pre-cum had tasted good when I licked it off of Eli's skin. Now, it tasted amazing when I drank it right from the tap. I opened up wider, taking more of his cockhead into my mouth. I had never done this before, sucking on another man's cock, much less a stranger's cock in an anonymous locker room. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was what I was always meant to do. I looked up at him; he was staring down at me, watching me. "Don't stop boy. It feels fucking awesome," he said, smiling. "Just watch your teeth, and you'll do fine." I didn't want to stop. My own cock was throbbing, and I fought the urge to reach down and stroke it. If I did touch it, I would shoot in seconds, and I needed Eli to cum first. I needed to see another man, a real man, cum thanks to my efforts. I stretched my mouth wide, and was able to fit his cockhead and a tiny bit of his shaft in my mouth. "You're doing well," he said. His hand was still resting on my head. He had one finger gently stroking my ear as he guided me up and down on his cock. Eli's voice was deep and masculine, but there was no edge, no anger or roughness to his tone. We were both getting something we wanted: Eli, his massive black cock was getting serviced; me, I was getting trained in sucking dick. "Don't worry," he continued. "It's big and you're a beginner. You don't have to take it all the first time." Then, he stopped talking; the only sounds was the occasional hiss of the steam and the wet smacking of my lips as his cock went in and out of my mouth. He continued to drip pre-cum, and I continued to lick it up. I could have done this all morning, even all day. But, after a few minutes, his breathing got faster and deeper. "I'm gonna cum soon, boy. You want it?" I had known abstractly that sooner or later he was going to cum, but I hadn't thought about the details of his orgasm. Especially the crucial details like where he would shoot his load. I was about to ask him to pull out, but it seemed wrong to waste his seed like that. I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to go all in on my first time. I nodded in agreement, trying my best to say, "yes," even with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Nice. It's going to be a big load," he said. He picked up his pace a bit, thrusting in and out faster than before. He kept his hand on the back of my head, making sure that he always went in just deep enough, but never too deep. "Oh fuck," he moaned, as his cock suddenly got very hard in my mouth. There was another thrust and then a spurt of hot fluid right into my throat. He had just cum, and I had just swallowed his load. He pulled out so his cockhead was just in my mouth, and the next spurt landed right on my tongue. It was bitter and salty but also sweet. As he had said, there was a lot of it. The third spurt had filled my mouth; some of it even dribbled out the sides of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow. "Oh yeah, drink it up," he moaned, as I got a fourth spurt filling my mouth again. Again, I swallowed his mouthful of cum and then ran my tongue over his cockhead. I got a good taste of his fresh semen. My stimulation prompted a fifth spurt; this was slower, and his cum was thinner and had less flavor. But I still licked all of it up eagerly, and continued to suckle on his cock. "Oh fuck," he almost yelped, pushing me off his cock. "Super fucking sensitive after I cum," he said by way of explanation. I shuffled back, giving him and his still massive tool a bit of room. "Thanks, Clint," he said, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss on the head. "Gotta get to work now," he said and walked out of the steam room. It had all happened so fast: I had just met him, then sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and now he was gone. I wondered if this was what gay life was really like: fleeting encounters with just first names, if even that much. It may have been unfulfilling to my heart, but my cock knew what it liked. I let myself stroke my throbbing cock. As I did, my tongue searched out the last few drops of Eli's cum and I savored the last few drops. It only took a few quick jerks, and my own shaft was soon spurting cum. It was a massive load, squirt after squirt draining from my balls, through my hard shaft and landing right onto the tile floor. When I had finally drained my balls, I stayed on my knees long enough to catch my breath. Even in the dim light of the steam room, I could see the large puddles of sperm on the floor. It felt like I had just shot the largest load of my life. In a moment of wild abandon, I stood up. I walked out of the steam room and left my load behind. I wondered who would discover it, and whom he would speculate had shot it. I rinsed off quickly before getting dressed. The locker room was still quiet and only one or two people were wandering around. There was no trace of Eli. I wondered how he had disappeared so quickly. I checked my phone for the time. It was only 6:45. My roommate, Greg, said he would be arriving in the morning, but I didn't expect him for at least several more hours. Walking back towards the dorm, people around campus were preparing for move-in day. Barricades and signs were scattered around the streets, and the first of the volunteers were getting to their assigned posts. The dorm was empty when I got back. Only a single person was at the check-in desk. I went up to my room, and began to unpack my things. I had brought only two suitcases with me; besides the carry-on with my cameras and a laptop, the rest were clothes and a few pictures to hang up. I would have to go shopping soon; on the long flights, I had already started to make a list of the things I needed or had forgotten. It was barely 8:30am when I was done with the first round of unpacking. Again, I left the sparse room, this time to seek out some breakfast. The cafeteria was also empty; I ate slowly, catching up on Facebook. My friends from school had scattered around the globe for college, many of them were moving in and getting adjusted, like me. After breakfast, I wandered around campus, getting my bearings, and watching the first of my fellow freshmen to arrive. Finally, an hour later, I got a text from Greg. "We're on our way. You settled in yet?" I texted him back, then headed back to the dorm. I wanted to be there when he arrived. At the dorm, there was already a line of cars in the driveway, each one packed full of stuff. I wondered if I had packed too lightly for the year, but remembered that there was always the Internet if I really needed to buy something. I read a bit while waiting for Greg to arrive. We had talked a bit online, and I knew he had been driving cross-country with his uncle. Also he had a car here at college; I hoped we got along because, aside from the whole roommate thing, the vehicle would be helpful. I also hoped that he was going to be cool about me. I hadn't hinted about being gay. In fact, I hadn't told anyone else; my world back in Kuwait was far too small for me to risk it. It seemed like I had been waiting all my life for the freedom of college. And now it was here. Lost in my thoughts, I just barely heard the key in the door. I put down the iPad, and got up just in time for the door to open. I immediately recognized Greg from the pictures. He had been hot in the pictures; in person, he was even better: thick dark hair, clean-shaven face, a trim, and fit body. I tried to act casual. "I'm Clint," I said, extending my hand. "Greg," he said. "Nice to finally meet in person. How was the trip here?" "Definitely good," I said. "The trip was long. Very long. Still jet-lagged. I woke up at four this morning." "Damn. That's not good. My Uncle Nate is dealing with parking," he said. "Want to come down and meet him?" He was smiling, his dark brown eyes examining every inch of my body. "Sure," I said. Even though we had exchanged barely fifty words, there was an immediate familiarity between us. "Looking forward to the year?" I asked. "Hell yeah," he said. "College!" "Right on," I said. He lead the way out the door, and I double-checked once more that I had my keys on me. "What about you? How was your trip here? Took almost a week, didn't it?" "Fucking amazing. But need a few beers before I can tell you all the stories from road." We took the elevator down. The entry way was now stuffed full with parents, volunteers, and the other students, all trying to check in, get their bags to the room, and meet everyone else. Greg immediately headed towards a hot middle-aged daddy type, thinning hair, with a defined, carefully trimmed beard. He was standing in a corner, smiling. He was clearly enjoying the parade of people and the bustle around him. "Clint, this is my Uncle, Nathan Telemann." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Telemann," I said. We shook hands. I could barely keep from just wordlessly staring at his beautiful green eyes. Standing next to him, I could also see that he had a great body; he was wearing a white t-shirt just tight enough to show off his pecs and with a v-neck just deep enough to expose his thick chest hair. He clearly took care of his body; his clothes showed it off, without being too flashy. I wondered if he was gay, but then I noticed a heavy silver band on his ring finger. I was momentarily flushed with embarrassment, to have those thoughts about my roommate's uncle. "Please, just call me Nathan. Or Nate," he said. "You get here alright? Greg said you had some long flights." "Yeah, got in late last night. And woke up far too early today." "Jet lag is a pain, definitely." He turned towards Greg. "The SUV is right out front." Then back to me. "I can buy you lunch if you help us drag all of Greg's stuff up to the room." "You don't have to get lunch, really. I have nothing better to do right now." "Wait until you see how much stuff he has before you turn down lunch," Nathan said to me. I followed the two of them out to the front driveway. Going down the stairs, I took the opportunity to carefully check out Nate's ass. He was wearing a well-fitted pair of shorts, and his ass was tight and muscular. Next to him, Greg was also in shorts, a hair taller than his uncle with an even nicer ass. At 6'0", I was taller than both of them, but around Nate, I felt like the short, awkward fat boy again. I wanted both of them to like me. I wasn't sure about first impressions I had made. They headed to a black Range Rover. I could see that the back was full of boxes. Nathan turned back to me, and I was pretty sure he had noticed me checking out his ass. "Yeah, as I said, Greg has not yet mastered light packing," he said. He was smiling, so if he had seen me staring, he didn't appear mind it. Greg opened one of the side doors, and grabbed a single box. It was obvious that it was heavy. "Why don't Clint and I carry stuff up, and you can try to organize all your stuff." Nathan said. "Good idea," Greg said. "I'll take this up to start?" "Sure, it's at least a start" he said, with a laugh. "Want to take these up?" Nathan asked me, handing me a two boxes. They were lighter than I had expected. I guessed clothes. Greg had already disappeared back into the building. "Yeah. You can follow me. I can show you where the room is." "I'd like that," he said. It almost sounded like he wanted to check me out as well. But it was all mixed signals: he looked like he was gay, I wanted him to be gay, yet he had the wedding ring on. "You live near here?" I asked, as he locked up the Range Rover and hefted two more boxes into his hands. "Yeah, about twenty minutes away. In good traffic. My husband and I have a house near the beach." He had effortlessly gotten all of the uncertainty out of the way. He had explained his wedding ring and answered many of my unaskable questions, all at the same time. "This way," I said. "We're on the fourth floor." He followed me, and we squeezed into the smaller of the elevators. He was shorter and more compact than me, but he was so confident and so masculine that he effortlessly dominated the tiny space. "Looking forward to college?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'm really excited. "How do you like Greg so far? Don't worry, you can be honest." "He seems like a good guy. I hope we'll get along well." "He's my nephew, so I'm biased. But yeah, I think the two of you will get along very well, once you get to know each other." The elevator stopped, and we got off. He followed me down the hall, where we dropped off the boxes for Greg to start unpacking. "Back down for more?" he asked me. "Yep," I said. There were several more trips to the Rover and back. As we went to and fro, Nathan and I talked about our respective trips to Southern California. After dropping off the boxes on our third run, we headed back to the elevator; this time it stopped on the third floor and a family entered, mother, father, and two college age girls. Nathan and I were quiet, while the women talked loudly about their decorating plans. It was clear the girl with the loud laugh was the new student. She eyed me a bit, checking out my chest looking at my ass in the elevator's mirrored walls. She obviously wanted to flirt more. But I was already in a very different world; Nathan had started to sweat from carrying the boxes and his masculine scent was intoxicating. I was struggling not to lean in to him just to inhale deeply. Only the other people kept me from doing it. "Greg said your family is all in Kuwait?" he asked me, once the loud family had gotten off, and we were back in a circle of calmness. "Yeah. My mom is American. Dad is German. I have an aunt in Boston, but we're not a very close family. I haven't even seen her in a few years. As I said, our family doesn't talk much." "So, really on your own out here?" "Yeah," I said. We had reached the SUV, and he put more boxes in my arms. He took a few more. "Wow. That was a lot faster than I expected. It looks like maybe only one more load. Couldn't have done it this quickly without you." "Happy to do it." We got back on the small elevator, this time we were alone. "You know what you want to major in?" he asked me. "Sorry. You're probably sick of answering that by now," he added. "It's alright. I want to be a photographer," I said. The smell of Nathan permeated the small space. It was hard for me to think clearly; I wondered how his goatee would feel against my beard. I tried not to wonder what his cock would taste like. "Really?" he asked. "I'm a photographer as well. We'll have to talk more sometime." The elevator opened. We dropped the boxes off at the room, and then we went back to the SUV. As Nathan predicted, it was the last load. By the time we got back to the room, Greg had put some boxes in the main room, and others in the free bedroom. "It's a little after eleven," Nathan said. "Want to do a quick shopping run, before it gets too crowded?" he asked. He turned to me, "Clint, you want to come with us? Found anything you've forgotten yet?" "Yeah, I'd love to. And I already have a list," I said. I went into my bedroom, and found the scrap of paper I had scribbled my shopping list on. I found my phone and wallet, and the three of us headed out. Nathan took us to a shopping center not far away. "Why don't you guys get what you need? I'll meet you here in twenty minutes?" He indicated where the shopping carts had been lined up. "Sounds good, Uncle," Greg said. Nathan headed back out the front doors. "Where's he going?" I asked. "He said he needed to make a quick client call. Probably just doing that." "He seems like a cool guy," I said. "Must have been fun to hang out with him the past week." "Yeah, I like him a lot. And his husband, Jason, is really nice as well. You'll have to meet him one day. And the trip was an amazing experience." I suddenly noticed that both Greg and Nathan had been curiously short on any of details about their week together. We each unfolded our list; surprisingly, mine was still much shorter than his. So far, I only needed a desk lamp, some paper and pencils, and a fan. Greg ended up loading his cart with food, supplies, and other things I hadn't even thought to need yet. We continued to talk, learning about each other. He had been a swimmer in high school, but wasn't sure about continuing in college. I told him about playing soccer; my first practice was going to be on Sunday. By the time Greg had announced he was done, his cart was nearly overflowing. "Nate is right; I'm not a light packer or quick shopper," he said. I had barely filled my cart. "We can share some of this, then the next trip we'll square it up." We went back to the front, where Nathan was waiting for us. "God, Greg, leave something for the other shoppers," he said, examining Greg's haul. We checked out then went back to the SUV. In the back, there were a few brown paper bags. "What's that?" Greg asked. "Some beer for the two of you. Be responsible, and I'll do your buying." "Sweet!" Greg exclaimed. "Wow," I said. "Thanks so much, Nathan." I hadn't expected such generosity or coolness from him. I was starting to envy Greg's luck in having such a hip uncle, or even family nearby. I suddenly realized how far I was from my family: parents and younger brother. If I had needed to call them at any point during the day, I'd be waking them up. With them thousands of miles, and many hours ahead of me, I was more alone than I had ever been before. We loaded up the bags of stuff, and then Greg jumped into the front of the SUV. Nathan lagged behind him. "You ok?" he asked me quietly. "You got suddenly quiet there." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. I hardly knew the man; it was far too early to reveal a weakness, even one as simple and as expected as homesickness. "Good. Ready for lunch?" he asked me. "Sure," I answered. I climbed into the back seat, behind Greg. "There's a good sushi place near by," Nathan said. "Want to go there?" "Good for me," Greg said, and I nodded in agreement. It was only a five-minute drive away; on the way and while waiting for a seat, Greg and I talked about college, what classes we wanted to take and the activities we wanted to try. "Back in a second," Greg said right after we were seated. He headed to the bathroom. Nathan and I were alone again. "You're gay?" I asked. "You have a husband?" It was a little awkward coming out, but of all the things running through my mind, this was the one I most needed to talk about. I was still trying to understand what had happened this morning, and now, Nathan was bringing up all sorts of other emotions. "Yeah. We slipped in right in time, while we still could. You ok with that?" He still had a friendly tone, but it was clear I really didn't have the option to say no. "Oh yeah," I said. I stumbled a bit. "Me too," I said. "I mean, I'm gay as well." "I was wondering about that," he said, smiling. "Don't worry. Greg isn't going to have a problem with it. And do it at your own pace. I'm not going to tell him." He pulled out his wallet and found a slim card. He handed it to me, and then continued to talk. "Here's my info. Give me a call or text. You've got a lot big changes going on, and your family is far away." He had been staring me right in the eyes. I was unable to look away from his mesmerizing green eyes, but suddenly he looked up over my shoulder. "And especially call me if Greg's giving you trouble. I'll whip him into shape." I looked behind me. Greg was right there. "Yeah, right," Greg said, laughing. "I think Clint can take the two of us." He punched me lightly on the arm. His hands were warm, and even punching me, there was surprising gentleness to his touch. "What do you boys want to eat?" Nathan asked us. "I'm not sure. There is a lot back home, but it's all fish from the gulf." "I'll just order an assortment, and we can all share," Nathan said. The waitress came up. She obviously recognized Nathan. The two of them started a spirited discussion about was good that day. Finally, they managed to come up with what seemed like a very long list. Once the tea was served, Nathan held up his cup in a toast. "To your college adventures," he said. "Definitely," Greg said. "I'm sure Clint and I are going to have a lot of adventures together." I was still discretely staring at Nathan, trying to understand how he worked: between his body, his eyes, his smile, I couldn't quite comprehend it all. In my distraction, I almost missed Greg automatically including me; it was a kind and unexpected gesture this early in our acquaintance. "Agreed," I said, right as the first platter arrived. "So, Greg," Nathan said. "You know that you're not going to escape the camera yet? Clint wants to be a photography major." "Yeah, he told me. I think I'm totally used to it by now, especially after the trip here." Nathan gave him a wry smile, and we ate, continuing to talk about our plans for the year. Nathan had been more than generous with the food; by the time the last roll arrived I was stuffed. "Thanks, that was great," I said. "My pleasure," he said, as he tried to hide the details of the bill from us. He wasn't quite fast enough; and I was surprised by how much it was. Nathan had gone way above the call of hospitality in paying for the meal. "Back to the dorm so you guys can unload. Maybe even get unpacked a bit, Greg?" We got back into the SUV, once more with Greg and Nathan in the front, and I in back. As they talked a bit about plans, I pulled out Nathan's card. It was a narrow card, not a style I had ever seen before. One side was a picture, and the other side were his contact details. The picture was of Nathan, shirtless, smiling. His chest was muscular and furry, and the picture was cropped just slightly below his waist. I studied it carefully, but couldn't tell if he was naked or not. In addition to trying to figure out if he had anything at all on, I was also trying to figure out how old he was. But he was in those timeless decades of a man's life: for all I knew, he could have been a mature 30, or a young sixty. I sent him a quick message. "Clint. Just getting your number in my phone." Back at the dorm, we all pitched in to carry the all the bags up to the room. Once everything was in the room and the door was closed, we put some of the beer in the small dorm fridge to chill. Again, Nathan admonished us to be responsible drinkers; he might have been a very cool dad, but he was still very much a dad. I surveyed the room; there were boxes and shopping bags strewn around, all waiting to be unpacked and put away. "Looks like you boys have your afternoon plans already," Nathan said. He checked his phone, and then continued. "Jason will be here in a few to get me." "I'll go down with you," Greg said. He turned to me, "You want to join us? You can meet Jason, even if it just for a second." "Sure," I said. Already, I was a bit jealous of Jason. He got to go home with Nathan and he was going to spend the night with him. I realized it was irrational, but it was hard to deny the emotions. We locked the room, and headed back down to the street. We hung out by the corner, waiting for Jason to arrive. It wasn't long before a blue Element pulled up. Jason stepped out from the driver's seat. He looked extremely familiar, but with sunglasses on, I couldn't place him; he was just about Nathan's height, but had a bigger frame, more muscular, and with military-style high-and-tight haircut. Jason took off his mirrored sunglasses, and I suddenly knew who he was. He was a model and I had seen him in some photo sets online. There was one in particular, him undressing and jerking off in by a backyard pool, which I had stroked to innumerable times. "Clint, this is my husband, Jason," Nathan said, introducing us. "Jason, Clint." I held out my hand. Jason grabbed it, but pulled me into a hug instead. I wondered how much Nathan had already texted him about me. "Pleased to meet you," he said. "Keep Greg out of trouble, please?" "Of course," I said. I was trying not to pop a boner. I had just met one of my all-time wank fantasy men. Even worse, he was the husband of my new roommate's uncle; I was going to see him many more times over the course of the year. "Great to meet you," I stammered. Luckily it seemed like none of them noticed my embarrassment. Nathan reached into the car, and pulled out a small black CD case. "These are for you," he said to Greg. "Some pictures from the trip and other things." Greg took the case. "I'll take a look tonight." "Well, unfortunately, we should go," Jason said. "Traffic is only going to get worse." "Thanks again, for everything," I said, giving Nathan a quick hug good-bye. "Of course," he said. Whispering into my ear, he continued, "Let me know if you need anything. Or just want to talk." He hugged Greg good-bye as well, and then Greg hugged Jason. Nathan got in, and the two men drove off together. Now, It was just Greg and myself.

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.

I don't know if this counts here, but this is what happened: a guy, who has fucked me a few times before, came around again last night (my bf is away for a few days!!!) and wanted to fuck me again. He's tall, hot and has a long, thin dick which fits perfectly inside me, and touches every sensitive spot I have. He's a very complicated guy, I think brought on by the fact that's he's HIV poz, but I enjoy sex with him. I kept asking him to fuck me bareback, but he wouldn't hear of it, so I let him sheath himself up and shove it in. It was a nice sweaty fuck, me on my stomach with my ass pushing against his balls as he took me. HIs face was down near my ear, and he suddenly groaned: "I'm cumming!". He shuddered several times, and then collapsed on top of me. I asked him not to take his dick out of me, and he lay for a long while on top of me, dick deep inside me, breathing heavily. Finally, he withdrew, and I helped him remove that hated rubber thing. There was a nice load inside it, and I carefully placed it on the side table while we enjoyed the post-orgasmic glow. A while later, he had to leave. As soon as he had gone, I grabbed the used condom, and emptied the contents into my mouth, letting his hot juice invade my taste buds. I swirled it around my tongue, and eventually, yet reluctantly, swallowed the lot. Fuck, it tasted wonderful. I have no idea if he is on meds (I didn't ask), and don't care. I just wish he would give me that big load deep inside my body. Maybe one day he will relent. I want it badly!!!!!

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 said something similar to this before in another forum, but... I'm a white guy there is a lil bit of latent racism in this forum about black men, as well as a lot of "mandingo" fetishization going on in here. I've been with guys from all walks of life, including many black men, and I've had two ex's that are black, and I can assure you that many of the stereotypes are false or greatly exaggerated. Black dicks, just like men of all races come in all different sizes, and they are not all "hung fuck gods" I cant even count how many times I've surprised a black guy I'm hooking up with, simply by wanting to top him, instead of "taking his black dick" Additionally very few black men are attracted to the kind of fetishization talk that many talk about in here. (its a huge turn off). This is one of the many reasons so many black men only date and fuck within their race. So quick tip, if you want to attract black men, just treat them like any other guy, and leave words like "BBC" etc out of the convo. As for is it taboo? No unless you are racist or stuck in a old mentality about race relations. This goes for both sides.

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…

The Step Brother (A continuation of The Teacher) Part 1 Cory had just been diagnosed with HIV after a fateful weekend with his neighbor after finding out his long time girlfriend was fucking a student. She was never charged due to the fact that the student was 18 but she was fired from the school and forced to register as a sex offender. Cory returned home to live with his mother who had just re-married. Cory decided to not tell his mother about the events that brought him to return home from his teaching job and his break-up with his long time college sweetheart. After he got settled he sat down with his mother and told her “She cheated on me and I couldn’t keep living and teaching in the same city where all this happened. It was too painful.” Cory’s mother told him “I don’t blame you Cory. I was able to find out that they need a substitute teacher at Nathan’s high school. It doesn’t pay like a full time teacher, but I was told you should work at least 3 days a week with benefits.” Cory thanked his mother for the information and went into the den to watch some TV. At about 3:15 pm this nerdy looking kid came into the house and right into the den where Cory was relaxing. He caught sight of his good looking, athletic older step brother. Nathan was wearing khakis with a button down shirt and dress shoes. His face was highlighted by a pair of round, wire rim glasses. Cory stood up and stuck out his hand “You must be Nathan. I’m Cory, I guess were brothers now.” Nathan shook his hand with a less than firm grip “Nice to meet you Cory. How long will you be visiting with us for?” Cory answered “I’m moving back home. My girlfriend cheated on me and I wanted a change of scenery and a fresh start. I think I’m going to give up women for a while. Why don’t you join me on the couch if you don’t have a lot of homework?” Nathan sat on the couch with a noticeable bulge in his slacks. Cory kept an eye on him and learns more about his new step brother. He asked Nathan “Do you like your new school?” Nathan answered “I like the school here a lot. Didn’t you graduate from the high school here?” Cory replied “Yes I did. I ran cross country and track for four years and I was also on the swim team. Are you on any of the sports teams?” Nathan just shook his head no in reply to Cory’s question. Cory added in “Why don’t you. You look like you’ve got a decent body, you’d do well with long distance running.” Nathan admitted to Cory “I do love to run. I go for a run every night.” Cory asked “How far do you like to run?” Nathan shrugged his shoulders to signify he didn’t know. Cory asked “Can I go with you next time you go on your run?” Nathan answered “I don’t see why not.” The two spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV until Cory’s mom called them in for dinner. Cory kept up the conversation with Nathan and learned he was not popular with the girls. Cory began to read Nathan’s body language and was starting to think that the kid was gay. He figured he’d continue to befriend the kid and maybe come out to him about his new found sexuality. Since Cory had partied and played with his neighbor he had discovered his love to man on man sex. He knew he’d be needing relief and figured he could get Nathan to provide what he needed. After dinner Nathan did his homework. It didn’t take him long since he does most of it during free periods at school. After he was all done he asked Cory “Did you still want to go with me on my run?” Cory answered “ABSOLUTELY!” They both changed and went on a lengthy run. Since Cory knew the roads very well he was able to figure out that they went on a 9 mile run. When they got back to the house Nathan followed Cory into his bed room as they continued to chat. Cory sat on his bed and began to undress while talking to Nathan. Nathan’s eyes were glued to Cory’s lean body as he kicked off his shoes, pulled his socks off then removed his sweat soaked t-shirt. Cory noticed the attention he was getting from his younger step brother when he spoke “I’m going to take a shower.” His words seemed to bring Nathan out of his trance. Cory went into the bathroom off his bedroom and left the door slightly open as Nathan continued to watch. Cory was sure to be in view as he started the water before he took his running shorts off exposing his ass framed in the jock strap he wore. He kept the jock on as the water warmed up. Nathan was starting to get hard as Cory finally yanked his jock off revealing a nice 6” semi-hard cock before he stepped into the shower. Nathan wasted little time getting to his room where he could jerk off thinking about Cory while his older step brother soaped off his body. While Nathan was jerking his cock Cory had finished his shower and was dressed. He figured he’d check in on his little step brother and see if he’d like to watch some TV. He approached Nathan’s door which was slightly ajar and peaked in to see Nathan jerking a decent size cock. He figured out a plan and knocked on the slightly open door and walked into Nathan’s room catching him just as he blasted his load all over his flat abs and nonchalantly asked Nathan “Hey bro, you want to watch some TV with me? Oh I’m sorry bro.” Cory saw the expression of embarrassment on Nathan’s face as he then told him “It’s all good bro. We all do it. When I was your age I probably jerked my cock as much as you do.” Nathan spoke through his embarrassment “Yeah, but you’ve had sex with a girl and I’m still a virgin.” Cory figured he needed to make a connection with Nathan and told a little lie. “Nathan, I didn’t lose my virginity until I was in college and it took me almost my entire freshman year. And you know something, it wasn’t all that great. I spent almost 4 years with her and then discovered my true sexuality. Nathan, can you keep a secret?” Nathan shook his head yes. Cory then told him “I’m gay.” Nathan looked up to Cory and said “Are you really gay Cory?” Cory answered with some of the details of what he did with his neighbor leaving out the drugs part. “Nathan when I found out that my girl was sleeping with someone else I got real drunk and had sex with one of my neighbors. He was gentle with me since he knew it was my first time with another man. It was the best sex I ever had.” Cory began to feel better about himself and his growing relationship with Cory when he said “Cory can you keep a secret?” Cory shook his head yes as Nathan continued “I think I’m gay.” Cory hugged his step brother and told him “It’s ok if you are gay. I’m here for you with whatever you need.”

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

It was getting dark when I pulled into the car park by the playing field. There were very few people about and one or two other cars. I got out and went through the trees to the old, brick public toilet on the far side. It was run down and dirty and the only visitors were guys like me, looking for sex. I had been introduced to the place by a friend a couple of weeks previously. It was really sleazy, and the guys who went there were mainly older and not particular about hygiene. I stepped in through the dark doorway, my nostrils immediately filled with the rank smell of piss, poppers and sweat and I felt the hairs stand up on my neck. It was much darker inside and I felt rather than saw a number of men around me. I stepped up to the pale urinal, pulled out my stiffening cck and waited, my heart thumping in my chest. They moved in on me, a dry, horny hand feeling my hard-on and another feeling my arse through my jeans. A bottle was pressed to my nose at the same time as a warm, wet mouth engulfed my cock. I groaned as the poppers kicked in, my legs turning to jelly and my will-power evaporating. Someone started to try and kiss me, rough bearded face and fat lips slobbering over mine. His tongue slid into my mouth as another mouth sucked my cock. I gasped with excitement and lust, even as my mind was repelled by the thought of what I was doing and the terrible, terrible risks I was running. I felt hands on my belt. The guy sucking me pulled my trousers open and dragged them down, followed by my underwear. I felt the cool air on my naked backside as I stood there with my clothes around my ankles beng kissed, sucked and fondled by god knows what kind of ugly trolls. The bottle was held to my nose again. This time they held my head, forcing me to breathe deep until my head was spinning and I had to hold onto someone o stand up. "Yeah", said a dry, throaty voice " he's gettin' into it now. Oh yeah, we got a live one here." My head was pulled forward and down and a thick, sweaty cock slid into my mouth. It tasted so good and the poppers were so srong I just started sucking greedily on it, the hairy, fat beely pressed against my nose. "Fuck 'um," commanded the voice, adding "Here's some lube." I felt fingers between my chceeks and something cold and slippery being smeared on my arsehole. I started to panic, this was getting too heavy, but it also felt soo good, soo dirty. I felt hands on my hips and a man's cock probed my arse. I reached back and grabbed it. No condom. He was going in bareback! He slapped my hands away and carried on pushing forward. I felt the meaty head slide into me. There was still time to stop this. I could just push them away and go, but still it felt soo good, sooo dirty. Again poppers were offered to me, and this time I took the brown bottle and inhaled greedily, thinking to myself 'Oh my god - I'm going to let him'. Then his cock burst into me and the shaft slid up me in a delicious rush. I bent over, holding on to the thighs of the man in front of me as I was fucked, my mind screaming at me to stop even as I pushed back to meet his urgent thrusts. "Come on, fuck him!" called-out a voice. " Shoot up him," said another, adding "he wants it bad." Oh my god, I'm going to let him. I knew I should stop now, but I was going to let him. "Here it comes, bitch!" The guy pushed his flabby belly hard against mt arse and I felt his cock thrb in me. I was horrified, afraid, excited and disgsted as he slowed, stopped, then pulled out his greasy cock and I felt his cum trickle over my balls. I stood up, panting for breath, aware of myself as never before and suddenly I knew what I wanted. I saw several pairs of eyes glittering in the dark around me and with a shudder of surrender I turned, bent over and spread my cheeks the tears of joy in my eayes as the next cock slid up me.

This is my first story (Sorry for my bad English) My name is Lars and I am a exchange student. I am 23 years old and I am Swedish and now live in New York City. I am a typical Scandinavian, 6,4 tall, 190 pounds of pure muscle, light blond and short hair, blue eyes. I know I am very handsome and everybody tells me that . I always get the most handsome guys . Maybe I am arrogant, but if you were as handsome as am I, you would also be somewhat arrogant. When I moved to New York, I decided to live-out my sexual fantasies in full. Although I was often fucked by really hot guys, I had never ever barebacked as I insisted each guy use a condom. Bareback was out of discussion. Two weeks ago, I was very horny, and went out with my friends on a Friday night. I wanted so bad to get fucked. No, I need it so so fucking bad. I left my friends and went to a gay bar to see if there was someone to fuck me. No sooner had I entered the bar then several hot guys were chasing after me. Of course I choose the hottest. He, like me, was a blond like me, but was somewhat darker. And yeah, he had a hot body. He was around my own age, and he bought me a beer and we talked. Then we start kissing. As we kissed I saw a disgusting old troll looking at me and smiling. He was in his 60's and looked really sick of AIDS. He was very low, maybe 5,1, mixed race and was almost bald and missing many teeth. He was very very thin. I found myself wondering 'How can such a disgusting person could look at me and smile?'. He thoroughly grossed me out so I did my best to ignore him as I continued kissing the blond hunk. Still, all the time I noticed the old troll watching me, He was devouring me with his eyes. Fuck, I found myself with a hard on, and my eyes were glued to his, even as I made-out with the hot blond. Our eyes meet so many times and I found myself mystified by my own behavior as I pondered what was it about the wasted troll that left me utterly horny? After several beers I went to the bathroom and notice that the old troll was following me.I was very nervouse when i notice the old troll next to me at the urinals. Fuck, He was like a dwarf besides me. But I got shoked when I see him taking an enormous Cock out of his pants. It was the largest and moust black Cock i ever seen in my life. It was shoking how black it was in relation With the skin colour of the old troll. He was dark but not that black. When He showed his big hanging bals I could see they were very black too, and so fucking huge. I was there with open mouth when he laughed and told me if i like it. I could not answer him, i was there With my mouth open, not saying nor doing anything. Then I swo that my Cock was rock hard. I blush big time, and decided to leave the toilet full of shame. I Dance With the blond guy but the old troll was looking at me all the time and I was with my eyes glued to his almoust all the time. I couldent help it. As we approuched the bar to drink another beer the old troll got besides me and I notice his old hand touching my bubble butt, I wear Law hangers so almoust all my undies were showing. He darted a finger in my pink hole With out any shame. I knwe nobody could see this. His hands were all over my ass checks and I dared to say anything for fear of what my hot young partner will say. I went to the bathroom and i was followed by the old troll. I was crazy horny, I was rock hard. I was very embarrassed but could not avoid how horny I was. He opened his trousers and liftet a bit his T-shirt. I could see some black spots on his skin, maybe becouse of his deseased. His Cock hung tehre and I could see a lot of precum, lots. He tjen told me smiling if i wanted to blow him and I answered if he got a condom i will try. He laughed a lot and told me that He never ever used condoms, and althought I was very handsome He was not for it. With condoms is not fun, and he left me tehre with my mouth open and my cock rock hard. I got so embarrassed. I went to the bar and kept talking to the blond guy, but I could not concentrate at all. Suddenly I sow the old troll going to the bathroom followed by a redhead twink. I got so fucking jealouse and after some minutes i went to the bathroom. The bathroom was emty but a door to a cublicle was closed. I heard the sound of a blow job and some gasps. I was rock hard. This AIDS sick old troll got in there the redhead twink, and for sure the young guy was sucking the black Cock and that all precum. I poke my head out form under the door and the fist thing I saw was a hard small Cock With red pubic hair and right after i saw how the twink was sucking the black Dick With out comdom. Fuck he was devouring the old Dick and dident care about how toxic it could be. Just two Seconds later my face got filled With sperm from the redhead. Then the twink got shamed and told the old troll that He need to go. When he opened the door he saw me there, he bluhs a lot and I helplessly got into the cubicle looking at the redhead eyes and he send me a litle smille. I shut the door and kneel in front of the black old Cock. I put the old black Cock in my mouth and savored the precum and the saliva from the twink on the big black Cock. The old troll laughed and push me away. He then told me that if i wanted his Cock i need to follow him home and go all the way. He say that he wanted to fuck my hot young blond bubble butt. He say that He lived near the bar and if I follow him is to get fucked with out any comdoms, just He and me. I was so in shame, but at that moment I diden't care if i was going to give myself bareback to the old troll. I could not help it, i was all to horny, I followed him like a puppy and dident care that the hot blond was waiting for me at the bar. I never ever in my life got so fucking atracted to a guy. On the street i begun to get second thougs but walked 15 meters back the old sick man. To be continued

Laughter floated through the comic store through the back room’s open door, meeting my ears and distracting me from the invoice I was reviewing with the store owner. Another laugh transported me back to the first boy I’d fucked in the rec center lockerroom after summer swimteam practice, almost 15 years ago. As soon as the owner signed the form, I excused myself and went searching for the boy whose chuckles got my cock hard. Near the far end of the store, I found three teen boys wearing baseball gear(showing off some firm bubble butts, tight waistlines and broad, if still developing, shoulders), presumably on their way home from practice. They were so engrossed in the adult magazine section they didn’t notice me sneak around the corner where they couldn’t see me. “Holy shit dude, look at those tits! That bitch is fucking hot bro. You gotta get this for me man,” said the shortest boy, who was a good six inches shorter than my 6’2”. By his begging, I guessed only one of the boys was old enough to buy the plastic wrapped mag, even though they each looked about 15-16. Before the other two could respond, one of their cell phones rang, and the tallest boy, who was probably within an inch of my height, retrieved it from his bag. “You here? K, be right out,” He hung up and turned to the middle boy, who I’d put at 5’10”. “You sure you don’t want a ride simon? My mom’s CRV can probably hold your bike.” “No thanks bro, I wanna hit up sports authority on the way home and return the speedo my mom got me since my swim coach said we can wear trunks now.” Simon responded, fist bumping his teammates as they picked up their bags and made their way to the door. He watched them go out the door before picking up another plastic wrapped magazine, reaching down and adjusting his bulge. He tried peeling the adhesive edge back to sneak the magazine out of its wrapper, and I took the opportunity to turn the corner, causing him to drop the mag and almost bolt. “Here you go bro,” I said, picking up the nudie mag and handing it back to him. “Nice choice, you got a lot of gangbang porn?” My attitude put him somewhat at ease, and I had to stifle a giggle when he responded by saying he usually preferred anal. His tone told me he was trying to save face, so I went with it and showed him a magazine that specialized in girls getting fucked up the ass by HUGE cocks. His eyes got wide and his pants tented even more, which reflected in my knakis. “You gonna get that one?” My question shocked him out of his trance, and he blew it off. “Nah man, I only brought enough to get the x-men collection I want.” He handed me the magazine again and I asked which collection. As it turns out, Simon is a huge comic book geek who’d rather be spending his summer reading about super heroes, than in the pool and on the diamond. He was careful to keep his comments as masculine as possible, but once I expressed my own interest and started explaining my collection at home, his teen-thug jock boy persona began to fail as we discussed comic book mythology. It was almost an hour later when we separated to check out, but ‘mysteriously’ I ended up behind him in line, making it easy to ensure he saw the two anal themed magazines I purchased. As we walked through the first set of doors on the store’s airlock, we realized the sunny afternoon had given way to a downpoor. We both ran out, me to my truck, him to his bike, and I waited a moment before taking advantage of this added stroke of luck. “You wanna lift bud?” I yelled out my open window as he tried in vain to keep his balance on the bike. Defeated, he dismounted and wheeled along side me, sticking his drenched head in the window. “I don’t know man, I live pretty far and I am supposed to exchange something near my house, I’d feel bad taking you out of your way.” His words protested, but he was already shivering, so I suggested he wait at my house a few blocks away till the rain let up. Despite his false maturity, I could see him worrying about going with a stranger. “You can dry your clothes and check out my comic collection.” The appeal of my comic books got him to toss his bike in the truck bed and hop in the cab beside me. Two minutes of me trying not to stare at his almost see through baseball uniform and we were already at my house. I parked on my circular front drive instead of pulling around back to the garage, knowing we’d both get soaked. Even better, the muddy ground caused us both to slip getting his bike from the truck to the covered porch, leaving most of our lower bodies a complete mess. Inside, I asked that he strip off his muddy clothes before tracking it all over the house, and was down to my briefs before he could argue. He stripped tentatively down to his support shorts, but I made sure not to look as I tossed the clothes in the washing machine and showed him to my guest suite to use the shower, promising I’d leave some loaner clothes on the bed for when he got out. I accidentally set the anal mags down to get out some towels before heading to my room to shower as well. After the fastest shower I’d ever taken, I tied my smallest towel around my waist, check out my firm calves and thighs, my hefty bulge, my slightly hairy 4 pack leading to my slab pecs, up past my firm jawline to the top of my 6’2” head, well framing my caramel eyes with my black wavy hair. I raced back to the guest room with my flimsiest pair of shorts and an extra-large white cotton wife-beater slung over my buff shoulder and bicep, bursting into the bathroom to find the exact sight I’d been hoping for: Freshly showered Simon on the toilet, his legs spread wide. My cock stiffened slightly in the moment before he realized I’d come in, catching his one hand between his legs with two fingers rubbing the edge of his tight ass, while his other hand rapidly stroked his young 7 inch cut cock. Once he saw my “shocked” face, he grabbed the open magazine showing a petite blonde girl being double fucked by a pair of Italian men who looked kinda like me. “sorry man, here’s the clothes, didn’t mean to interrupt,” I made a big show of not looking, knowing the large clock on the wall in front of Simon concealed a camera which had caught every minute of his shower and the jack off show following. I shut the door behind me, sure he’d be too embarrassed to continue. Right on schedule, he rushed out into the living room as soon as he could pull on the shorts and tee shirt. His hard on was clearly outlined in the thin cotton, and his firm chest was still wet enough to make the shirt transparent. I assured him not to worry about and showed him to my office and massive collection of comic books. Over the next hour we worked him into being comfortable, which was just enough time for the rain to let up. I worried I’d taken too much time making him feel at ease, but he was in no hurry to leave, especially when I mentioned a funny movie a friend sent me featuring some comic heroes fucking. I put on the video and we watched for a while, laughing at the cheesy plot lines in the beginning, growing quiet when the scene evolved into wonder girl getting gang banged by batguy, supermale, cycocks, and Iron rod. I had slowly worked myself to full mast out of Simon’s sight, waiting for him to turn to me. “Holy shit man,” Simon said when he finally caught sight of my dick. I jumped and apologized, ‘not realizing’ what was going on below my waist. In a dramatic attempt to cover my hard drooling uncut 9 inches, I tried tugging the towel over it, but alas that unfastened it from my waist, leaving me naked. Simon openly gawked, his cock hard under the shorts, leaving a wet spot, and his mouth aghast, making me wish I could shove my cock in without scarring him off. Instead I bent over and exposed my smooth tight butt cheeks, winked my fuzzy hole at him, while retrieving the towel and dashing into my connecting bedroom before nudging the door almost totally shut. “Sorry about that bro, just gimme a minute to throw on some clothes and I’ll drive you home man.” I yelled as I whipped out some lube, and got in the exact right position behind the door so anyone peeking through could clearly watch me in the full length mirror. A few loud strokes to be sure he knew what was happening, and the light beneath the door was blocked by Simon’s shadow. I began stroking faster and harder, keeping my face and body in the mirror while trying to ‘keep quiet,’ until the shadow began moving too. He was stroking now, I was sure of it, which was all it took for my balls to tighten, aiming my dick head towards my pecs and letting loose my thick creamy cum in 3 gigantic geysers across my chin and chest, with some smaller shots coating my lower abs, cock and the floor at my feet. That night once Simon left, I confirmed my suspicions and shot another load watching his shower/stroke show in the bathroom and his repeat performance with giant cum shot standing just outside my bedroom door. After denying myself the glances when he was there, I thoroughly memorized every inch of his naked form, from his slim, toned legs to his shelf-like butt, to his fuzzy balls and pubes surrounding his gorgeous pink cock with a slight right-curve, up his treasure trail and six pack to the beginnings of muscly chest and shoulders, over firm well-formed biceps, topped off by his round cheeks, strong brow, blue eyes and dark brown buzzed hair. The only signs of his youth were the baby fat on both sets of cheeks, which were smooth and rosy, on his face and behind. Watching him panic and shoot all over the plant by the door was almost as hot as when he got a finger into his hole in the shower. After I got dressed and brought Simon his clothes, we talked about the upcoming work I would be doing cataloging my comics and entering them into a database for insurance purposes. Since Simon really wanted to read some of the rare books I had, but I had a no lending policy, he agreed to come by a few days after practice each week and help me catalog, reading them at my house. A few days into our plan, I was called to work when he was supposed to arrive, so I decided to leave a key for him. This allowed me to begin his education. Over the following month, I managed to have Simon catch me balls deep in a blond bitch, titty fucking a redhead from the grocery store, and eating out and feeding my cock my cock to a Hawaiian college girl I sometimes hook up with. Each time I’d make sure to be in the thick of it right when he usually arrived, playing in open areas of the house where he could hide and watch me fuck, then sneak out, and come back once I’d bid the girl goodbye. My hidden cameras confirmed he was enjoying the shows, providing me plenty of fodder for jack sessions. After six weeks, I had a threesome on the kitchen table with a married couple I met online, making sure to listen for the creak of the front door to begin the countdown of ten minutes of tag teaming the wife before I was sure Simon would be close to cumming, and sneaking my cock into the ass of the husband. We hadn’t discussed it online before-hand, but I knew by how he moaned when I fingered him, that he needed my cock in his hole. It was during these sessions I also made sure that he saw my partners and I taking hits from a glass pipe filled with tina, and encouraged them to tell me how much they loved it and how much hotter it made the sex. Finally, after some more couple sessions where I’d fuck, suck and feed the guy, I invited over a 24 year old bodybuilder I’d met online who had a very specific fetish. So a week before his last day, Simon snuck in the front door, down the stairs and down the hall way until he was outside my media room. When he looked inside, I’d love to have seen his reaction. In the middle of the room I stood in my black boots, black latex jockstrap/shirt, leather gloves, and full cape and cowl. On his knees in front of me was the 24 yr old in red boots, red and blue jock, blue butt plug, red leather harness and red cape emboldened with a yellow ‘S’ and deep throating my cock. I’d pushed the furniture to the back of the room, creating a vast space for a super fuck, and plenty of hiding spots behind couches for Simon. Once I removed his “kryptonite” plug, Superman ended up getting fucked for almost a full hour before I pulled out and came on his ass and cape, but I couldn’t tell if Simon had stayed to watch or left. When I kicked out the super cum bucket, I expected Simon to show up just as he usually did, but instead I received a text telling me he forgot something and needed to go home early. I panicked that he was disgusted and gone for good, so I ran to my computer and checked the feed. Just as I thought, he came in, started watching, then slid into the room behind the couch where the cameras couldn’t see. Right after I blew on superlad, Simon slipped out the door, up the stairs and was gone. I was certain he was never coming back. The next day, I’d just gotten done working out and drove home to find Simon already in the house working. He informed me that baseball was over for the season and he would be there by noon for the last five days of our arrangement. An hour later he’d finished his work for the day and decided to go home early. I guess that meant he was not okay with what happened and wanted to get it done as fast as possible. I almost called it quits, but decided to check out the hidden cams just in case. A smile spread over my face as the tapes revealed Simon digging through my stuff until he found the butt plug and costumes, before lubing the plug, and slowly sliding it into his hole. And beginning to jerk. Hard. He was about to cum right as I arrived, and quickly shoved the costumes back in the closet, pulled up his briefs and shorts and dashing back into the office. I fast-forwarded and then hopped to my bedside drawer to verify what I thought was true. The butt plug was still in his ass! I whipped out my cock and came all over my self. The next day I put my final plan into action. With only four days to go, I told him I wanted to thank him for all his help by buying his ticket to the comic con that weekend in town. He practically flipped out, throwing his arms around me before he remembered his manly bravado and socked me in the arm as he pulled away. After that I made sure I was around every minute of every day (except a few for him to sneak the butt plug back in my drawer). This all led up to the last day, which would hopefully guarantee me some leverage. When he arrived that afternoon, I was in the living room getting head from a college guy I’d met at the gym, watching some anal gangbang porn and working a big, pink dildo into his bubble butt. But this time, I “heard” him arrive and made the college boy scramble to get dressed, while Simon, freaked he’d get caught watching, ran up the stairs to the office. I proceeded to tell the college boy I’d fuck him back at his dorm room if he’d wait outside for me to toss the dildo in my room and give my “assistant” some instructions for the day. College boy reluctantly agreed since I was providing the drugs, and I went upstairs and through the hall door into my bedroom, leaving the dildo, porn dvd and lube on my bed, and poorly covering them with a towel. I then opened the door to the office and I told him I was running out for a few hours, but I had a surprise for him for the comic con. I proceeded to disappear into my closet and brought out two garment bags. I unzipped them and his eyes widened Inside were full costumes for batman and robin. The batman suit was just a fully clothed version of the one I’d worn a week before, complete with utility belt and skin tight body suit. The robin suit was comprised of small boots, speedo style briefs, tight tunic, butt length cape, black wig and face mask. I could see his cock pulsing under his bball shorts, so instead of waiting for a thank you, I tossed it on the bed somewhat near the dildo and told him to try it on before I got back to be sure it fits, and otherwise just enjoy reading comics, since the work was done. I drove the college boy to his dorm and fucked him for ten minutes until he came, and then made some excuse and headed back to the house. Parking around the corner I snuck in through the side gate and into the gardening shed, where I had set up my laptop and a comfy chair the night before. After being gone for 30 mins I was hoping he’d be well into enjoying the goodies I left for him. Simon didn’t disappoint. When the screen went on, it took a minute for me to scroll through the cameras in the house until finally I found him. Splayed out on my bed, Simon was decked out in the full robin outfit, except the speedo-like cod piece was discarded on the floor. He stroked his cock hard before sliding on the finishing touch with the wig and the mask. He hopped up and crossed to the mirror, sucking the dildo and stroking while checking himself out. He paused for a moment as he walked over, inserting the dvd into the dvd player, and starting a bi-bareback gangbang flick. Once it passed the fbi warning, he made his way back to the mirror, picking up something along the way and started lubing up the dildo. He then pressed the suction cup of the dildo to the mirror and turned around, shoving whatever was in his hand into his mouth. My cock threatened to rip my shorts open when Simon finally managed to work the tip of the dildo into his hole. Once the head popped in, I could tell he was in pain and pulled away quickly. Little did he know his ass had stronger suction than the suction cup and the dildo came off the mirror with him. He hobbled to the bed and was about to pull it out but he lost his balance and ended up taking it further, spitting out the unidentifiable scrap in his mouth. “Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he yelled loud enough I turned down the speakers in case anyone was walking past the house. He tried pulling the dildo out again, and this time he discovered the pleasure it could provide. His dick throbbed and leaked some precum on my bedspread when he got it most of the way out, so he started reinserting it and took the cloth back in his mouth. 5 minutes later he had resuctioned the dildo to the top of my dresser and bounced like he had springs in his ass. He was obviously getting close, which caused him to pull the cloth from his mouth and hold it to his nose as he stroked and galloped. “Fuck yeah, fuck my hole while I make her my bitch. Does that ass feel good sir? Cause your cock is gonna make me cum in her fucking pussy. Can I shoot in her pussy sir? Please sir? I want to shoot my sperm in her pussy sir. I can’t hold it anymore sir, I am blowing my sperm in her slit sir. Here is cums bitch, Here it…UHHH…FUCK…TAKE MY CUM…” From the slit of his cock a giant load shot out, dousing his entire costume and forcing him backwards against the wall behind the dresser. My load was almost as big but it went where most of my jerked loads went, into a bottle I had been slowly filling with my tina-laced cum, then refrigerating for use on Simon’s ass, hopefully. While he was recovering, I squinted at the screen and finally identified the thing that Simon had been sucking/sniffing. It was a pair of panties from the Hawaiian slut. After one of our sessions, I used them to soak up my jizz and wipe down her cunt and ass, but then when we were getting dressed we couldn’t find them. I figured they were somewhere in my collection of cumrags, but it was incredibly hot knowing Simon had them all this time, sucking on my dried cum. I gave Simon enough time to get out of the costume, shower, get everything back in order, and sneak the buttplug into his bag. When I pulled up a few minutes later, he was just throwing the costume in the dryer, assuring me it fit perfectly. We sat down and went over our plans for the next day, deciding we would meet at 8 Saturday morning in normal clothes, then take a train into the city for the convention, and change when we arrived. Since we wanted to schedule our time at the convention carefully, we pulled up the website and discovered there were events well into that night, including a dark knight forum on the roof of the hotel, a costume party at 10pm and a contest at midnight. “We gotta enter Mr. Torelli, our costumes are awesome,” He said, sounding younger and younger every time we saw another cool event. “Simon, you can call me Steve, and I wish we could but the last train leaves at 7,” I put my hand around his shoulders and squeezed, sympathetically. “So we’re outta luck unless you are okay with staying overnight. If we got a couple rooms, that would allow us to stop by Sunday morning for the artists’ brunch, and still be back Sunday afternoon or evening at the latest.” “That would rock Mr. To- Sorry, Steve, but I don’t know if I can. I need to check with folks while I’m on summer vacation,” Simon said, trying to keep up the ambiguity we’d had since our first meeting. I was pretty sure he was still in high school, but we live in a college town and he always tried to make it sound like he was only living at home until school started back up. I’d met his parents once when they came to pick him up one day, which was probably planned for their peace of mind. Still, Simon played it off like a champ, telling me “I don’t need a car at school so I let them provide the ride over the summer so they feel useful.” “Well let me know as soon as you get permission and I’ll book the rooms,” knowing we’d be sharing one room that I booked weeks ago before they all filled up. “I don’t need permission, I just have to be sure they aren’t planning anything that includes me tomorrow night or Sunday morning. I’ll call them right now and let them know I’m gonna be out. Be right back,” Simon said, walking out of the office and down stairs into the kitchen. I clicked on the hidden camera to hear him tell his parents. “Mom? Tomorrow after comic con, Jerry and his dad are gonna stay for the Sunday morning events and invited me to go….I know it’s last minute but we can all stay in the city with Jerry’s aunt…They told me she is happy to host all of us and we can take the train back Sunday night…You don’t need to pick me up, I’ll bike home…No I won’t be too tired mom, I swear…I’ll be fine at practice…Please, if I promise to get plenty of sleep and get a ride so I can be at swim practice on time? Please!... Thank you! Ok, I’ll make sure they can drop me off Sunday night…Um I don’t know if I can stay at Jerry’s Sunday night too…I know it is way closer to practice but I’ll have been with them the night before, plus Jerry doesn’t always go to practice…Ok, I’ll ask, but if not I’ll ride my bike. Ok, see you at home…like an hour…love you too, bye.” Simon’s phone call told me enough to know his parents thought he was going with a friend from school. It also told me they would be totally fine not seeing him until Monday after his swim team practice. Most importantly, it meant I had Simon by the balls. “I told them we were going, they just asked me to ask you if it is cool for me to stay over Sunday if we get back too late for me to bike home,” he informed me as he returned to the office with his costume from the dryer. The next morning Simon texted me asking if I could pick him up a few blocks from the station at his friend Jerry’s house, so I brought our outfits, picked him up and marked down one more lie he told his folks for my blackmail. I told Simon to wear something comfy so we could just sleep in it after we changed from our suits, so I was happy to see he was in some loose shorts and a baggy t-shirt with flip flops. Once we got on the train, we talked about the upcoming day and I began the last step in Simon’s corruption, beginning with some water bottles filled with a vodka punch, with clips to attach them to our utility belts. Simon didn’t want to seem uncool, so he took a big gulp and almost coughed up a lung on the train. Once we got to the convention center I told Simon to get our passes while I checked us into our rooms. Simon never questioned me when I told him the hotel screwed up and put us in one room instead of two and they were full up. He just swigged from his bottle and followed me up there to change. As soon as we got the door open, I pressed his Robin suit into his chest and began undressing. Simon followed suit, until he realized he would have to get naked. “Shit Steve, I gotta change into the bottom part in the john, I forgot to wear undies…I’m not sure they’d even fit anyway,” Simon moved towards the door but I stopped him. “Damn Simon, you’d better show me how they look, cause you can’t go commando if they will show too much.” With that I yanked down his shorts and tossed him the briefs. He slid them up his legs sheepishly, confirming they would give away every detail. “Shit. Well I guess you’ll have to wear your shorts.” “No way Steve, that will look like crap. There’s gotta be something I can do to obscure my…you know,” he pleaded. I smirked inside and offered another suggestion. “Well I guess you can wear the thong I was going to wear under mine since my suit has a separate lining for the cod piece,” I said with my most disdainful voice, not wanting him to realize I’d been wearing it since yesterday in preparation. “Fuck, if you don’t mind, that sounds way better than my shitty shorts,” Simon slid off the bottoms again and stood, naked from the waist down, robin from the waist up. I had only changed into the top half of my outfit so far, so Simon had no choice but to wait as I peeled off my sweats and then removed my thong. I pretended not to notice Simon staring at my thick soft uncut monster and balls, which I had trimmed and fluffed in advance for his viewing pleasure. He slid took the thong and slid it up his legs, disheartened to find it was too big after stretching over my meat and butt. Good thing it was adjustable, which allowed me to reach between his legs and pull the elastic cords through the clasp until it was tighter, and the clasp was pulled up against his hole, to help stimulate him throughout the day. Fully decked, we hit the convention and had a blast, meeting writers, pencilers, inkers, some b-movie and tv stars and stopping every 10 minutes so another geek could get a photo with us. Through every bit of it, Simon never left my side, seeming to take pride in all the attention we received as the dynamic duo. By the time we hit the party that night, I had almost forgotten my original goal. That is, until, we started prepping for the costume contest. There were five categories. Best Costume, Best hero, best villain, best duo, and best team. Once Simon heard that the results would be based on audience response, he insisted we start working the crowd, which was mostly men. Not too surprisingly, a lot of guys loved our look, a few even trying to convince me to sneak off and fuck them in the bathroom or let them take Simon aside and blow or fuck him. I kept them away, but did get a couple numbers, while Simon downed shot after free shot offered to him by his fans. When the contest began, we were quickly moved from the first round to the second and into the finals for Best Duo. The results were close, but we got second place and a $50 gift certificate to a comic store, with first going to Mystique and Rogue (it’s hard competing with hot chicks in blue paint and skin tight spandex in a room full of nerds). As we left the stage, we were approached by a huge muscly guy dressed as bane asking if we’d like to join him and some friends and compete for best group. I wanted to get Simon upstairs, but Bane’s bulging arms, chest and crotch swayed me. Turns out he’d gotten a collection of seriously impressive costumed villains, including the Joker, Penquin, two-face, Catwoman (in full leather) and Riddler. We killed the closest competition and each of the group ended up leaving with $100 gift cards. We said our good-byes, but Bane stopped us and told us that the gay bar across the street was holding a naughty contest in 15 minutes. I said no, but Simon cut me off, asking what the prize was. When he discovered first prize was a signed copy of sin city, he dragged me over there. Somehow with the wig and the mask, the bouncer didn’t card Simon, waving us through and groping Simon’s ass as he passed. Inside we were outmatched by tons of guys in nothing but speedos and body paint, but Simon wouldn’t give up without a fight, dragging me into the bathroom and finding a stall, he stripped off the shirt and tunic, pulled off his speedos and showed me his new look in just his (my) thong, belt, boots, cape, mask and wig. “Wow Simon, you sure you are okay going out there like that?” I prayed he’d say yes. “Shit Steve, who cares if some fags wanna perv on me if we win right?” Simon slurred slightly. “But you gotta do it too Steve, so they can see your huge dick.” He laughed and began pulling at my suit, which got a chuckle from me before I pushed him back onto the seat and slowly stripped away the uniform until I was left in my boots, cowl, gloves, belt and cape. Simon was a little too drunk to care about playing macho and sat staring at my junk while I put the cod piece and utility belt back on. Suddenly he realized how long he’d been looking and pushed past me back into the main area of the bathroom. “Wish mine was bigger, then we’d win for sure,” Simon said, reaching into the thong to try and make his cock look as big as possible. I almost reached over to help him get it up, but remembered myself and where we were in the nick of time. We made our way back out onto the dance floor and check our unused costume pieces at the coat check, where a gigantic drag queen dressed as wonder woman told us we were missing something. She proceeded to whip out a fat black magic marker and draw the Robin ‘R’ on Simon’s chest, and the batman symbol on mine, with amazing skill. We gave her a huge tip, and she returned the favor by sliding the magic marker down the back of Simon’s thong so it was rubbing against his hole like a dick head waiting to fuck. “There you go sweety, just let Batman move the marker around every few minutes till you go up there and you’ll be saving the day in no time,” She smiled and waved us off to flirt and convince the guys to vote for us. Simon finally awoke to the reality of his outfit as we hit the crowd and every guy we met took the opportunity to squeeze my hardening cock and grab his ass. Before I knew it, Simon had his ass firmly against my hip, moving the marker with each step, which did a fine job of stimulating his hole. We got across the stage just in time to start the contest and it was a good thing. Looking down, Simon was now almost totally hard and his ass was bright red from pinches, slaps and grasping hands. When our turn came up, Simon almost chickened out, but the crowds roar in response to my obvious 9 inch hard on and his dripping semi and firm cheeks got him to strike a couple poses and even do a handspring off the stage when we exited. Simon and I enjoyed some free drinks while votes were tallied, but sadly we lost to some naked avengers. Second place was our choice of $100 bar tabs or a set of leather gear including a jockstrap, harness, wrist cuffs and a mask. Simon jumped at the bar tab, but I told him we’d had enough and took the leather gear instead. Back at the hotel, half dressed to where we weren’t indecent, Simon was bouncing off the walls talking about all the insane stuff we’d done and how he’d never get to sleep. In the elevator, a sexy scarlet witch had her hand down the pants of a ripped Hulk, obviously okay with us watching the two of them get started. By the time we reached our mutual floor, she was on her knees sucking his dick and groping Simon and I. At the Hulk’s room, she whispered something to him and then asked if we’d like to come inside. I looked at Simon and he looked equal parts excited and terrified, so I told her we had to hit the room first, get cleaned up and we’d head back when we were ready. She stroked us each once, and headed into the room behind Hulk, revealing another three or four people having sex on the king bed in the middle of the suite. As the door shut, I turned to see if Simon had changed his mind and wanted to join them, but he was already half way down the hall to our room. When we got inside, he started ranting about how hot she was and how much he wanted to plow her full of his semen. “So lets go back and fuck her,” I sat beside him on the bed and put an arm around him, rubbing it up and down his bare arm. “We can tag team her Robin.” That got a smile out of him. “I don’t know if I can Mr. Torelli . I tried doing it with this girl from school and my friend Eric, but I got weirded out having another dude around,” Simon sighed as I slid my hand under his cape and rubbed his lower back. “Having other dicks around just makes me nervous; wondering if they’re bigger, if they’re gonna try something with me, if-“ “Slow down Simon, you don’t need to explain it, you’re not with your friends or some coach who talks down to you. I understand exactly what you mean, that’s why you need to call me Steve. Sounds like you are stuck in your head when you should be stuck in some pussy. I think I have the solution if you think you can handle it,” I slid my free hand into the carry on sitting next to me, pulling out my zipper bag containing my pipe, favors and lighter. “I don’t do drugs Steve.” Simon frowned and looked away. “That’s cool, some people can handle them, some can’t. I bet most boys your age aren’t ready for this stuff, but then maybe you should wait to try the sex stuff until you can feel ready to handle a woman and not be distracted by the men around you.” Simon turned and looked at me like I betrayed him somehow. “I can handle a woman, Steve, I’m not a fuckin virgin!” Simon’s words said he was defiant of my assessment, but his voice rang of self doubt. “Even so Simon, you won’t be able to step outside your box and take control of those feelings until you can understand the difference between sex and nasty, no holds barred fucking, or between experimenting with something and becoming a drug addict or picking up a girl and seducing a woman. You should wait until you gain the necessary age and experience.” At that point I stood up and stripped naked, before sliding a robe on, but leaving it hanging open. “I’m gonna head over and get some pussy, maybe even fuck scarlet witch in her ass, if you can handle it you could come watch.” I turned and picked up a room key, sliding it, my phone, the tina, pipe and lighter into the robe pocket and reached for the door before I heard Simon say wait. “I’d be down to try it, but only a little.” Simon walked over to me and held out his hand. I passed him the pipe which he looked at for a moment before realizing he didn’t know how to light it. I took it back before he got embarrassed and told him to inhale when I said go. I filled it with a big bowl of crystal and lit the underside, until smoke started swirling. “Go.” He sucked in for a long time, using his full lung capacity from swimming until he couldn’t inhale anymore. Suddenly he coughed loudly and exhaled a giant cloud of smoke. Once he’d regained his composure I showed him how it was done and then did it again for him, instructing him to blow it in my mouth when he was ready to exhale. He handled it like a champ on that round and blew a large cloud to me. I did the same back to him and we continued like that for a few minutes until he seemed to be feeling the high. “Now you see how to do it, I want you to keep hitting it while I go see if they are still up for guests down the hall.” I handed him the pipe, encouraged that he desperately went for it, and stepped into the hall. Instead of going down to the orgy, I paused and pulled out my phone, texting the hottest of the men I’d met that evening, including bane. I let them all know I was about to break in a virgin bottom who got high and drunk and would be loaning out his hole to any top with a big cock, big load and big need to breed his virgin hole. Once I got some responses, I stepped back inside, explaining that they were taking a break but would come down and get us when they started again. “Shit, they had to take a break now Steve? I’m horny as fuck on this stuff,” Simon was stroking his hard dick through the thong, but had removed the rest of his costume except for the mask. I started to chub up watching him switch between smoking and stroking while wearing a mask and thong and nothing else. I took the opportunity to pull out my laptop and bring up some bi porn featuring a woman getting her ass double fucked, but eventually leading to some man on man once we were warmed up. As he handed me the pipe I handed him my carry on and told him to see what he could find inside to help out with his lack of pussy. Inside he found a fleshlight, my big pink dildo, poppers, and some cock rings. He needed no instruction once he’d figured out the purpose of the fleshlight, working his cock in without even using the lube. I almost corrected him but decided it would be fine if it made his dick soft since I wasn’t planning on using that part of his body at all. Within minutes the tina really took over and his dick got soft. He tried everything to get it hard again, but was having no luck. Finally I was ready to complete my weeks of work, and show this wanna-be jock just how much of a bottom boy he was born to be. ”One surefire way to get hard again is with this,” I lifted the dildo and towards him. “Just lube it up and slide it in and you’ll hard in no time.” “No thanks Steve, I am not into that gay shit,” he punctuated the sentence by hitting the pipe and turning so I didn’t have as good a view of his cock. “We both know that’s not true don’t we Simon?” I reached over and grabbed his hand, causing him to twist back towards me. “I know you’ve been using my toys to get your rocks off, so why don’t you drop the bullshit and take this dildo up your ass.” His face went ashen and he stuttered, trying to find an explanation for my disappearing/reappearing toys, but drawing a blank. I twisted his arm slightly making him lie back on the bed, and slid the lubed dildo between his legs, before placing his hand on it and giving him a look that said the rest was up to him. His cheeks regained color and rushed to a bright pink as he began to realize he couldn’t hide his shame from me. Tentatively he worked the dildo between his cheeks, before I took pity on him. “Don’t be ashamed Sy, it’s just a toy, and you’ll come to find out most men enjoy toys sometimes. I bet every guy you know has put something up his hole at some point just to see if it feels as good as they say. So stop messing around and sit on that big rubber dick.” Simon couldn’t make eye contact with me as he raised his body up, set the dildo upright and worked his hole down over it. Whimpers and porn music were all you could hear in the room as he gradually worked 5, 6, 7, and finally all 8 inches into his tight virgin sphincter. As promised, his cock began to re-harden and before I knew it, he was bouncing up and down, drool flying from his slack mouth as both hands worked his hard cock. When he wasn’t looking I switched the lube bottle for the bottle of my tina-laced cum, then told him he’d better lube it up again unless he wanted to hurt himself. Still ignoring me, he intensely watch the daisy chain on the screen as he rose off the dildo and began to relube it. “What the hell?” he jumped as my lubed fingers slid in to replace the dildo, flying off of them. “What do you think you are doing man?” “Just making sure you’re lubed correctly. If you don’t know how to do it you could rip you hole or even burn yourself on that thing. Friction will do that.” I stood as I replied, spinning him around and bracing his shoulders with one arm as I inserted my fingers again. “Stop being such a baby.” “Jesus! Take your fuckin fingers out of my ass Steve. I don’t like dudes, and I don’t need any help with my ass.” Simon struggled against me, but less now that I found his prostate and started to milk it. “Seems to me you do, otherwise you’d know how to get it lubed for a dong or stolen butt plug.” Mentioning the stolen butt plug shut him up and eased his struggles even more. “bend forward a little and take a swig from that water bottle in my bag while I grab a crystal to put up there.” He did as he was told, bending until his ass trapped my hand between my crotch and where it was inside his hole. I took a big crystal from my baggie and proceeded to slide it in between two fingers, before working in a third. He complained of a burning sensation, which I explained to be from the tina in his ass, before suggesting another swig from my water bottle filled with gatorade and ghb to promote obedience. Every minute or so he’d try in vain to escape my grip, even as my fingers made him moan and sign. I knew the g was in full effect when he leaned back and let his whole body rest against my thighs, crotch and chest. Like a good trainee, he followed my movements as I walked us over to the bed and laid us down on our sides so we were still in contact from knee to shoulders. I took a second to check that his eyes were closed before switching the porn to a new video and reaching out to take over masturbating his dick, which barely got a “no” before he gave in and let me do as I pleased. He was finally ready for the final step. Without removing my fingers from his hole I maneuvered the head of my dick until it was in line with his tight hole. In one movement I pulled out the four fingers I had in him, and replaced it with the head of my cock. “Stop! Don’t Steve! Get your fucking dick away from my asshole!!!!!!” Instead I rolled my weight over his trashing drugged body until he was trapped and began the slow decent into virgin territory. “Get off me faggot!!!” “Before you call me a faggot I think you need to look at the computer screen and decide just how bad you want me to make things for you.” He raised his head as I said this, thrashing for another moment until it dawned that the video was of him dressed as robin, riding the dildo and begging an imaginary top to allow him to cum in a fictitious pussy. The thrashing started again, this time with desperate cries of terror. “Now based on what we can see here, the only faggot in this room is the mama’s boy with a dick up his ass and a fetish for being controlled by a big dominant man. It makes sense I guess, the idea that you might become a real man one day if you let enough of them plant the seed deep inside you and hope it grows you a set of balls. Until that day, I’m going to make your wish come true by forcing in the other half of my hard dick-“ “Other half?!?!” Simon began struggling more. “Yep, only got 5 inches so far, 4 and a bit to go before my balls touch that hole. And for interrupting me…” I shoved two of the four inches in that very second making him cry like a wounded animal. “SO SHUT UP and thank me for providing your hole with a continuous source of pleasure and nutrients until you graduate to fucking a woman, instead of being one. Now tell me the truth, you never really fucked a girl, did you?” “No, I fucked my last girlfrie” simon was cut off by the rest of my cock pounding home. “Alright! Please sir, you’re right, I never have. I tried but I came before I got inside her. That’s why I was so afraid, because you’d see that I didn’t deserve to come here and lied to you about my age and experience.” “Please Simon, I saw that the first day we met when you couldn’t keep your fingers off your hole for five minutes while you showered. You never need to worry about lying to me about what you are boy, because I see through you and know what you need even when you don’t. So hang on and pray to whatever you believe in, cause I am breaking you in right now.” The following fuck session lasted over 90 minutes, with Simon transitioning from screaming to crying to moaning to begging for more, to cumming, over and over in different orders. I ended up shooting three huge loads inside his hole, in every position I could force him into, before I finally took pity and pulled out to let him recuperate. Funny thing was he asked me to put it back almost immediately. I popped a Viagra and gave him some hits from the pipe and the g bottle before agreeing, at which point I laid back and watched as he rode me to another orgasm for each of us. Collapsing on my chest, his breathing ragged and sweat dripping off his sexy body, he begged me not to tell anyone about what we’d done and told me how ashamed he was when he woke up night after night imagining sucking my cock or letting me fuck his hole. He admitted all the times he’d watched me fuck my various gals and guys and even admitted to doing some things I was unaware of. My dick began to harden inside his hole again when he told me about stealing a discarded condom from my trash can, emptying the load from it the next day onto a cucumber and fucking the cum into his hole in the bathroom at baseball practice, then eating the cucumber. His repressed desires were spilled one by one before he finally stopped and looked at me for some sign that I thought he was evil or dirty. Instead I had him suck me clean while I explained that I’d videotaped the entire session and would send it directly to his house unless he continued to act as my cum dumpster during the school year. He began crying again and begged me not to, so I pulled him to his feet and wrapped him in a towel, donned a rode, grabbed the goodies and began dragging him towards the elevator. “You think I am punishing you, but you need to accept that I know what’s best for you.” As the elevator doors closed, I spun him around, slipped my cock out from my robe, under his towel and pierced his hole, eliciting a squeal. “Just give in so you can stop worrying about what you think you know and can see what is right here.” I pulled out as the doors opened on the lobby level, and texted Bane as I led him into the darkened pool and Jacuzzi area. Once inside the cedar steam room, I bent him over and tied his hands to the bench, lit the pipe and made him take a series of hits before sliding back inside him. He relaxed as my cock slipped past his inner sphincter, and even whispered thank you. Behind us a door creaked, causing him to stiffen again, because he couldn’t see the three handsome well hung men crowding into the space around us. Bane was a good inch longer and much bigger around than my hung cock, and his two friends, while average height and trim, were almost as impressively endowed. I stepped aside while they lubed up and took hits from the bowl. At the last second I remembered what was in my pocket and pulled out my phone to record the destruction of any last iota of will and defiance, not to mention the last time Simon would ever turn down a cock in his ass. Still it is fun to watch the videos of his gangrape and remember a time before he became a drug-addicted cum-hungry bottom slut.

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

My boyfriend and I have been together for seven years now and what a change those years have brought. I'm 30 now and still described as a little Puerto Rican muscle boy. I'm five and a half feet tall, and weigh in at 185 pounds, with a 46" chest 32" waist and 17 1/2" biceps and a beer can thick uncut seven inches. A real little fireplug. My BF is ten years older and the total opposite: he is six feet tall, a blond blue eyed German with a lean muscular body and a beautiful cut nine inch dick. When we first met I was a total top but through the years we've somewhat changed (with the help of a few of his buddies), and now I'm almost a total bottom and he's the vers top. We've had an open relationship for about three years now which is what led to us both getting pozzed. It started out with threesomes because the bf really gets off on watching me get fucked (usually safe) and sucking dick and swallowing loads of course. Of late it has also involved bondage with me being hand cuffed or tied up and getting used by one or two guys before my partner took his turn. He rarely gets fucked anymore but will join in and suck dick when he's really turned on, if only to keep the waiting tops hard enough to get a condom on and fuck me. He has let a few guys put a raw dick in me with the understanding that they'll pull out and cum in my mouth. He's been the only one allowed to cum in my ass. This is where the problem started. Our agreement up until last week had been that we only fooled around together or, if I was to do it alone, I would tell him all about it in detail and even take pics or video if I could, and I could NEVER let the guy cum in my ass. Last week the boyfriend was out of town for days and I was horny as hell so I trolled Craigslist for a while until I found what I thought was the perfect match: a black body builder, a total top, six three in height, 250 pounds of muscle with a thick 11 1/2" piece of meat. He specifically stated he couldn't host, and preferred it RAW and nasty. When I responded, he sent me a link to his online profile. Once I saw his pics I was hard and dripping at the thought of worshiping his cock. I send him a few photographs of me. He responded saying he wanted to split open my ass. I sat nervously in the apartment waiting...especially since I've never had a guy over when my boyfriend wasn't there. I just couldn't help myself at the thought of pushing my limits with that gigantic ebony tool. I asked my date beforehand if I could set up the webcam to take video for my boyfriend. He replied he was fine with a webcam, as long as he could wear a leather hood to hide his identity. As far as I was concerned that only made it hotter. I was so excited I was pacing back and forth in the apartment waiting for the downstairs buzzer to ring but the phone rag instead and it was my 'date' asking me to buzz him in and leave the door unlocked. He went further telling me I should go into the bedroom strip naked and kneel at the end of the bed with my eyes closed and wait for him to get into his gear in the other room. Of course I did as I was told. There I was on my knees in my OUR bedroom naked with the webcam on waiting on my knees with my hands behind my back waiting to be cuffed and used by a total stranger. What had I gotten myself into? I heard the bedroom door open then a giant hand grab my arm and put the cuffs on me. A deep rough voice commanded "Open your eyes, boy, and get ready to take a few loads." There he was towering in front of me: the most beautiful black muscle god I had ever seen. He was wearing a leather hood with slits for his eyes and mouth. He was also wearing a black leather jock with a removable pouch. He walk toward me and ripped off the pouch exposing his already growing monster meat and grabbed the back of my head and said "Take it all, NOW, and get me hard with the back of your throat." With that he thrust the huge shaft all the way into my open mouth until I choked and gasped for air. I was being throat-fucked like an episode of gag-the-fag and he just kept pounding away and getting off on me drooling and choking and my eyes tearing up. After five or ten minutes he commented "Damn boy, I'm gonna shoot the first load down your faggot throat and you'd better swallow every drop and and then keep sucking and get ready for the second load in your little muscle butt." Then it suddenly happened....torrents of cum hitting the back of my throat while he pushed in as far as he could go while screaming " swallow every drop bitch " . He told told me to keep my mouth on it so he'd stay hard. After a few minutes he started to go soft so I sucked harder and he told me to ease off as he had to piss. I tried to pull off, but he grabbed the back of my head again and said "Start swallowing, son. You're my new urinal." I had no choice but to swallow it all down. Naturally I did my best not to miss a drop. He never withdrew his cock from my mouth but instead told me to keep sucking "...'cause I'm gonna fuckin' breed your ass soon as I'm rock hard again." That word " breed " had me scared but also rock hard at the same time. Was I so horny and turned on I was gonna let this total stranger cum in my ass? What if he was diseased of even POZ? What could I do? He was now rock hard now and pulled me up off my knees and dragged me onto the bed where he secured me to the bed posts, explaining he wanted me on my back with legs up so he could look into my eyes while he pounded my ass. He was surprisingly gentle for a moment as he stroked my cheek and put two pillows under my ass to prop it into position. Condoms and lube were on the night table so he grabbed the lube and started getting my ass ready with one finger, then two and finally three. Then, when he was hard again, he sat on my chest, positioned himself to fuck my throat, taking a few plunges into my mouth. Already I could taste his thick gooey precum. Then he pulled out and got back down between my legs and with one thrust went balls deep into my pre-lubed ass. It was a good thing it was the middle of the day and none of the neighbors were home to hear my scream. He put his hand over my mouth and told me he was just going to keep his dick right there for a minute or two until I got used to it. When he uncovered my mouth I begged him to pull out and put on a condom. He just laughed and told me those regular size ones would just break anyway. He then started to slowly pull back and go in again not pulling out too far and it was starting to feel great..that huge raw dick in me: that huge raw dick that could be POZ. It was starting to feel great but I was also scared so I finally blurted out "Are you neg or poz?" He kissed me sweetly and whispered in my ear "Yeah, I'm POZ but I won't cum in you unless you want it " I was too shocked to speak as he fucked me deeper. Was it too late already? Had his precum dripping into me already infected me? His rhythm was slow and steady now, a little further out with each thrust and then harder and deeper as he pounded away at my insides. I was so wrapped up in the moment, which combined pleasure, fear and animal lust. I thought I heard the front door open but I wasn't sure as I was focused on the man whose cock was deeper in me than anyone had ever gone before. Then, without warning he removed the mask to reveal a movie star handsome face. As he slowly worked my hole he said "I want you to see who I am and look into my eyes before you decide if you want my DNA inside you for ever." I heard a noise in the doorway and had been right about hearing a key in the lock. There was my boyfriend standing all of six feet distant, wearing nothing but a smile and a fully erect member. He came closer to us and said to me "So what's your answer? Do you want his load or not?" With that he leaned over and kissed the black god who was fucking me on the cheek and said " Hi Sam, how's it going? If my boy answers 'yes', do you think you have another load in you for me? It might as well be all or nothing." Stay tuned.

I am moving into my new place this weekend, and was looking for ideas on how to make a GH the best it can be. I have a pretty good idea, and know how to go about it, but does anyone want to offer any tips? Maybe some I may not know... I checked around and there seems to be a need for a GH in town, and I have not seen any one posting ads online about having one, unless you go to the local adult store, which I've noticed a lot, mainly married guys, won't do. I just hope neither of my brothers answers the ad, would be crazy!!

Chapter I. My boy and I were planning on day-tripping out to Fire Island. We had our swim suits, towels, and a picnic lunch, all ready for spending some quiet time on the beach. It was a gorgeous day, and as we lounged, we enjoyed checking out the hot guys, some of whom were sunbathing naked. As my boy frolicked in the surf, I slather myself in sunscreen and fell asleep. When I woke up, some time had passed, and there was no sign of my boy anywhere. I entertained myself with my book for a while and then figured I would ring his cell phone to see when he was coming back. Of course, he had left his phone in the carry bag which was next to me on our towel, so I had no way of reaching him. As the afternoon moved into early evening, I became increasingly concerned, as the hour was approaching for the last ferry back to the main land. Just as I was about to pick up everything and see if he was somewhere in town, he reappeared walking down the beach with a super cute 20-something, who was wearing a tiny speedo and, I noticed, filling it out very well. They were carrying on like they were best of friends. My boy casually introduced me to Blake. Apparently, they had gone to school with each other and fallen out of touch. I got the feeling that they might have fooled around when they knew each other, and it crossed my mind that they may have fooled around while I was asleep on the beach. Blake had his arm wrapped around my boy's back and it seemed like his fingers were slipping into my boy’s board shorts. "We're about to miss the last ferry," I commented, only to learn Blake had invited us to crash at his beach house for the night. The house had five bedrooms, and only four of them were taken for the weekend, "...not that there will be a lot of sleeping going on tonight..." Blake muttered. "Why not? Thanks," I accepted, and with that the three of us we headed to the house, where, upon arriving, my boy and I were introduced to Blake's much older, much heavier, much hairier boyfriend, Tom, who, like the three of us, was wearing shorts, but unlike the three of us, Tom was also wearing a polo shirt. Even so, I could easily see his hairy chest, pot belly, and firm nipples poking out of the shirt as it stretched across his broad chest. Blake broke-out a bottle of vodka, and between the four of us, it went down very rapidly. Tom and Blake were sitting on either side of my boy on the sofa, and I was in the only chair in the living room. I could swear that they were getting closer and closer to my boy, until their legs were all touching, then crossing over each other. Tom put his hand on my boy’s thigh and when my boy didn’t complain, he slowly inched it up to my boy’s crotch until he was cupping my boy’s balls. Rather than feeling uncomfortable, I found myself turned-on, as was apparently also my boy. At least it sure looked like he was getting hard. Neither of us had fooled around outside of our relationship in a long time, and neither of us were particularly interested in heavyset hairy guys, but we didn’t stop what was clearly happening. Blake leaned in close to my boy and Tom used his free hand to steer my boy’s face into Blake’s. The two kissed gently, then harder and harder until they were full on making out. Blake’s sizeable cock worked its way out of the waistband of his speedo and my boy wrapped his hand around it. Blake steered his head to Tom, and Tom dove into my boy like a man possessed. I felt like a third wheel, but didn’t know how or if I should participate. My boy seemed to be enjoying himself, and they were only making out, and maybe a light jerkoff, so I didn’t stop anything from happening. Blake looked over at me and gave me a ‘come hither’ glance. I stood up, my raging hard-on fighting to be free of my swimsuit. ‘You guys wanna fuck,’ he asked rather directly. My boy moaned approval as he continued to suck Tom’s face. Blake had me come over to him and he forced me to kneel in front of him on the floor. My boy saw that I was about to be forced to go down on Blake and he murmured, "Fuck yeah. Suck his cock! It tastes so good!" It was then that I knew they must have fooled around earlier in the day because he had only kissed Blake up to that point. Blake grabbed the back of my head and forced his thick eight inches deep into my throat. I surprised myself by not gagging. I let him fuck my mouth, as his dick oozing sweet and salty precum into my throat. My face buried in Blake’s crotch, I couldn’t see what my boy and Tom were doing, but I sensed them moving around on the couch. When Blake let me come up for air, I saw that my boy was sitting on Tom’s lap. Tom’s dick was out of his shorts and my boy’s shorts were gone. I saw my boy’s ass crack shiny with Tom’s precum and he was squirming around trying to get that dick to ‘accidentally’ enter him. I was okay with us fooling around, but I didn’t know these guys and was wary of fucking at all, especially fucking raw! After a few minutes of watching my boy try to get fucked by a bear he had just met, Blake reached over and grabbed his boyfriend’s cock, suggesting "Let’s help them out, shall we?" he said as he grinned at me. Blake took my hands and guided them to my boy’s ass. "Spread those cheeks wide so he can get some of what Tom’s gifting." I did as I was told, mesmerized by the bare sex show playing out only inches from my face. Blake guided Tom’s thick stubby drooling cock into my boy’s hole, and I did nothing to stop it. I helped force my boy’s cheeks wide to make Tom’s access easier. My boy grunted as he lowered himself onto Tom’s wet dick. No lube, not even spit, just Tom’s precum. And it popped right in, deeper and deeper. After he raised and lowered himself a few times, I saw Tom’s cock covered in white juice. It dawned on me that my boy had been fucked while I was asleep. Blake, or someone, had bred him and seeded his ass. Blake held my head down and told me to lick Tom’s cock. When my boy raised up, I flicked my tongue across Tom’s dick and could distinctly taste cum mixed with my boy’s ass juice. Blake re-positioned himself behind me, and I knew he was going to fuck me. He worked his dripping cock, still wet from having deep-throating me, and eased it along my ass crack. He held one hand on my head, forcing me to lick Tom, with his other hand on my ass. He roughly entered me with three fingers. I winced at what must have been his fingernails. I worried that he was cutting me open back there, and then groaned with pain as he thrust his thick cock balls deep into my gut. The sensation changed as he held himself inside of me. I felt so full. Blake used both hands to hold my hips and pile drive my pussy, which allowed me to look up. My boy was craning his neck around to watch his friend breed me. Tom grunted "I’m getting close. Wanna knock these boys up together? Wanna fill them with our special seed?" "FUCK YEAH!" Blake shouted as he picked up his pace. Tom exclaimed "Fuck, I’m cumming! Filling your ass with my POZ cum! This is what you wanted, right?" "YES, YES, YES," was all my boy could muster. Blake jackhammered into me and then held himself deep in me. He just grunted. I couldn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming inside me, and I was almost certain that he too was POZ. The thought alone was enough to make me cum, hard, without even touching my dick. I sprayed all over the front of the sofa and the floor. Blake forced my head down to lick up my own cum, saying "Share that with your boy. Don’t swallow. It might be the last NEG load he gets tonight!" As I was licking up my cum, we heard a series of hoots and hollers from the porch. I guess the rest of the house guests had arrived, and found us as sweaty mess, both me and my boy leaking toxic cum from our holes. Tom’s stubby cock was still firmly planted in my boy’s hole and I had a mouthful of cum. Blake forced my boy’s head back and I snowballed my seed into his mouth. He loved it. The guys, four couples broke into applause at the scene they had walked in on. The guys were generic Chelsea muscle beauties, each and every one of them. They had names like Colt, Steve, Brad, Chet, Brett, and Cliff. I would describe them individually, but they all blended together into one mass of tanned taught muscle and six plump packages straining to escape their trunks. I wanted to ask my boy to fill in the blanks for me. I wanted to know if, while I was asleep on the beach, he really had talked about taking POZ seed from these guys, but, I wasn’t going to get a chance. Tom and Blake introduced us to our housemates and showed us our room. They told us to freshen up so we could get ready for a party, but Tom was careful to tell us not to clean out our assholes, advising "You boys keep that seed simmering inside you. It’ll take some time to seep in, and you’ll want to be cum-lubed in case your holes see more action tonight." Turns out that that night was going to be a big blow out celebration on the beach, and I knew it was going to be a long hard night. To be continued…

So we were both tired had an argument but it had been a week since we fucked. I woke up after the nap and he was still sleeping and I started kissing him, he was moaning and kissing back. He sucked my cock and I thought I was going to blow my load then. He pulled off his underwear, smeared my cock with lube shoved some in his hole. I knew he wasnt clean but it had been a week, I started to pump my dick in his hole and in less then three minutes I breed his hairy ass. Yes it smelled a little but I sure did give him a 7 day load. I love unplanned sex.

Looking for a bottom that is single for fun. Turn ons: heavy/ really fat guys, older guys (over 50), bubble butts, twinks. White, Latino & South Asian to the front++. All races are welcome. I only travel. Not into attached guys or any top or vers men. ONLY BOTTOMS.

Let's have filthy sex together @Cumslut23

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

I love BBC also... I like it when the TOP will talk nasty, about taking his dirty black cock in my "cunt"...

I've been playing Jekyll and Hyde for awhile, but slamming has brought out an even more twisted side to my alter ego. Now I'm fantasizing about being blindfolded and tied up and force slammed and pimped out. (Ok, I've fantasized about being pimped out for awhile now.) I love the few times I've slammed...especially the one time when I coughed. I rarely lose control or seem tweaked or spun, so that coughing caught me by surprise. It turned me on so much I was ready to go for hours...with anyone or anything. I especially love BBC when I'm twisted, not that I'll turn away any hard dick when I'm high. I've been hanging with some homeboys down in South Central. They can't get enough of this normal looking, hot, white boy with the ass that won't quit. I swing by and pick up my friend, we score enough for the two of us, head back to his place and slam, then he invites his friends to come over and take turns on me. One night there were 7 of them in the room...although most of them were too tweaked to play. I love one guy who kept saying "fuck, I want to own him" meaning cum in me. As a cum and t-piss whore, that has me all horned up. I had one guy who couldn't keep off of me...wanted me so bad. Turns out he had just got out of prison and this was his first time partying and playing. I headed over to his place and let him piss in me, then fuck me for hours. I know it's sleazy, dirty, twisted and dangerous. That's what makes it hot. There was also this black couple I've played with. I'd gotten high earlier and they were just smoking weed and coke, which does nothing for me (not that I said no when they offered). They were hot, one older and muscular, the other lean and ripped and both hung. The guy couldn't keep from cumming as soon as he got in my hot ass, which is the ultimate cumpliment...as long as they can get hard again and leave more deposits. And they let me watch their straight porn of black guys gang banging white girls...you know that's hot, especially when it was happening live to me. One day they were taking turns with me on their pullout sofa in the living room in the middle of the day. Suddenly there was a knock at the door that was unexpected (or so they claimed). They opened it up and there stood one of their buddies, must've been 6'5". He took one look at me getting fucked, walked in and pulled his 11" cock out and let me suck it while I was getting pounded. Then he stripped and plunged his cock mercilously into my wet hole. Turns out he is married, that's right, to a chick...which is my fantasy of having a guy go home with my ass juices all over his cock, and so turned on that he walks in, forces his woman down, and plows her pussy while thinking of me. You know he jacks a load so hard up her twat she screams with glee. Or maybe that'd be me screaming. Hope so. (True Story)

Anyone wanna give or sell to me?

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.

Did the baths today and got 4 fucks in the steamroom love just been bent over and rammed.On way back got a message from the Asian taxi driver from the other week asking if I Was free. He had a few friends who would like to meet me. I had a cum my hole and was still horny so I arranged to meet. He asked me to meet at a portacabin near the railway arches. I got there and he was there in undershorts and vest and I immediately started sucking his shaved cock and was in heaven his three mates turned up all Pakistani and I spent a while getting fucked and swallowing cum . no one mentioned condoms and one of them whilst fucking me kept telling me what a dirty white fucking whore I was and he had a great thick cock which he used to ram in me hard.the last one was the original fella my driver who gave me his load I had a great time and can get a free ride in future in both ways.

You can get into the copay assistance program yourself, it's very very easy going to this website http://www.gileadcopay.com/ They've upped what they will pay, now it's up to $300/month which is great The problem with Kaiser is that you have to use their pharmacies, and their pharmacies will not honor any sort of copay coupons. Therefore you have to initially pay the copay yourself. Gilead knows this, so they have a form you can ask for, and you fill it out with your RX number and other things, mail it, wait a few weeks and then you get a check in the mail. Cumbersome, but much better than nothing.

Filthy sex can be incredibly hot!!!

I was at the center of 7 black guys on spring break a few years ago. It was definitely memorable and one of the best times of my life haha.

When I lived in SF I knew a black kid who was a slammer. If I held his nuts in the palm of my hand the head of his erect dick snuggled in the crook of my elbow. It was a little over 11" (he let me measure it) and between Red Bull and Coke cans as far as thickness. He like mature white guys so he liked me; he also told me that everyone else treated him like a living dildo and I was one of the few people that treated him decently. He also told me I was one of the few people who could take all of it:) He would get as hard as steel and could fuck for hours, usually cum 2-3 times, big gushers. As I was packing to leave in my last few days there he brought over a buddy who was only a little bit smaller than he was. They slammed me BIG time, I mean ***BIG*** TIME***, then they fucked me constantly from 7pm that night to around 9am next morning. They each came 4-5 times, all huge gushers; the spurts were so strong I could feel them and count them. Around 1-12am I had to pee, and after I was done, when I turned around there was a lake of cum on the bathroom floor that was around 13" in diameter. I pushed out on my hole and another thick stream came out and the lake widened another 2 inches, and I could feel there was a lot me in there but I wanted to keep it in me. The 2 guys were nice middle class guys who were educated and employed with very little ghetto in them, but that night they both talked like low life ghetto thugs, a constant stream of THE filthiest and hottest sex talk I ever heard "Yeah, whi boy puzzy like dat nigga dick? Yeah crackah, open dat puzzy, take dayt dick bithch. We gon' fuk yew till you can't take no mo, but we aint gonna stop till WE ready, got dat , bitch?" And I would back up all the way to the base, squeeze it tight and say "Yeah nigga, fuckin' good dick, yeah nigga, ride that hole, daddy, Oh yeah, fuck me nigga FUCK ME". They loved it! I was so sore the next day, surprisingly not my hole, but my legs; and the rest of the very large cum load leaked out all day. Absolutely THE peak sex experience of my life

I was at a sex club once and my mission was to get as much cum on me as possible. Ended up in the back room, naked going from dick to dick taking loads. Soon I was the center of a large crowd of hot horny dick and had it shooting all over. I lost count at 38 loads. I was covered in it from head to foot and still crawling across the floor hunting for more seed. Nothing like being naked, covered in cum, sucking dick, feeling hot male seed splashing onto my body, dick dripping, guys running their hands over my cum soaked chest rubbing it in and feeding it to me. Someone dragging their dick through all that seed and shoving it into my mouth. Then going back into a corner waiting for someone to find me. Have hot sex in public with a horny dude finding I'm soaked in seed and he gets off on it! The whole process starts over. Attract a crowd, being watched, two naked male studs having nasty sleazy sex and guys beating off and pumping their loads over us as we fuck.

Question...I almost always am hard when I'm being fucked....Is that not typical? Tops don't like that? (I've never had any complains...)

I suggest you tell Dad about the young guy who's fucking you when he's in town from college. Don't tell him too much, but the father is more likely to suspect his son fucks fags. If the father is intrigued by the hot alpha teenager, you might suggest a role playing three way. See if Daddy gets into the idea of sharing a fag's cunt with his 'son.' I'll bet he's into it. He might even figure out it's his son.

I rarely clean my hole out... I keep a clean diet here, and 99% of the time, there's no issue. If there is, we deal with it. I mean, come on.... it's an asshole, even with a perfect clean out, there's a chance that you're going to hit something every now and again. I really only clean out when it's a part of what we're doing.... either you're giving me an enema, or pissing up my ass, or something like that.... outside of that, I really don't clean out

His name is Adrian. He's about 23, Latino, with a sexy twink body and a pretty nice ass. I've fucked him six or seven times in the last year but this was the first time I've seen him in the bathhouse. I'm a selfish top and thrive in a situation like like a bathhouse where bottoms are practically begging to be fucked. Shortly I arrived, I walked into the maze area and I recognized that ass. There was Adrian at a public glory hole, sucking an older guy's dick. Adrian is such a great cocksucker - as the older guy was undoubtedly finding out. After admiring his technique for a moment, I walked up behind Adrian, rubbed my dick on his bare ass and started playing with his nipples while kissing the back of his neck. Turning around, Adrian recognized me, and smiled. I gestured for us to leave the glory hole area, and Adrian did so without any hesitation. Sorry 'bout that, Daddy. I took the lead and we went into a cubicle - one with glory holes on two walls. Our towels came off and we started making out. Then I realized someone had shot his load on the floor, and my dom side took over. I reached down, scooped up a little of the creamy load, and fed it to Adrian. He never blinked an eye. I was now rock hard. Woof. I bent Adrian over and ate his ass a bit before scooping more of the cum and rubbing it on his hole. Immediately, I slammed in. Adrian let out a whimper. I could tell I was the first dick in his ass that night but never once did he ask for me to go slowly. As I pounded away, a cock appeared in the glory hole in front of him. Now, I'm 35 with a nice eight inch cock, but the one sticking through the glory hole was much thicker than mine. Instinctively Adrian started sucking it while I bred his hole. Adrian is such a cock slut. Adrian has never asked my status and I've never volunteered it, but here we were, on a busy Tuesday at the baths, and he was taking every dick he could find. I love that in a submissive bottom. I keep pounding him and within minutes was ready to cum. I pull him up towards me to kiss him again, forcing him to abandon the thick cock he had been servicing. As we made out, I was on the verge of blowing my load in and was feeling even more dominant than earlier. Adrian had met all of my demands, and right before my dirty load once again filled him, I whispered ""I'm pozzing you," with just the slightest hint of satisfaction in my voice, adding "Take that, you little bitch." Adrian looked at me with a very satisfied smile and whispered in reply "I know you are. And I love it." His response sent me over the top. I shot my load deep inside of his ass and, as Adrian is such a good bottom and he knew his place. Without a word he went back to sucking the thick monster he had been servicing earlier. I pulled-out and felched out my load. Afterward I had cleaned-up his hole, I slapped Adrian on the ass, grabbed my towel and walking out, saying "I'll be back." He nodded in acknowledgement as he continued to suck the big tool in front of him.

2. Greg I turned to Clint. "Head up and start to unpack?" I asked him. "Sure," he said. He led the way, this time taking the stairs rather than waiting for the still-busy elevators. I followed him, staring at his ass. The years he had played soccer had paid off. His ass was perfect, like two firm melons side by side. I wanted to bury my face in there, lick his hole until he was wet and moaning, and then sink my cock deep. But I forced myself to keep my hands off him. I had noticed him checking out a girl earlier, and besides, he was my roommate. Once in the room, I went straight for the fridge. "It's getting hot today. Want a beer?" "Sure," he said. He went to one of the shopping bags, and pulled out the fan he had bought. As we sipped our beers, he started to assemble it. "This should help a bit," he said, "for unpacking." My first target was the small duffle bag. There was a joint in there, and the afternoon was going to be much better if I had a proper buzz. "Share a joint?" I said, offering it to Clint for the first puff. "What is it?" he asked. "A joint. You know, pot." I wondered if he was really that naive. "Oh. Right." He looked a bit sheepish. "It would be my first time," he said. "That kind of stuff is illegal in the Mid-east. Like years in a hell-hole prison or death penalty illegal. But sure, I guess." At least he had a good excuse and wasn't going to be a prude about it. "Cool. It's good stuff, and since this is your first time, maybe just a bit? I'll go first; watch me." I lit the joint, and did a long draw. "Hold it for a bit," I continued, and then exhaled. I handed him the lit joint. He did a decent hit, and tried to hold it. But a few seconds later, he collapsed in a fit of coughing, exhaling it all. "Don't worry," I said. "That's what happens your first time. Even I still cough sometimes as well. Do one more hit," I said. He did another hit, this time he managed to avoid coughing for a few more seconds. He handed it back to me. "It's harsh," he said. "And I'm not feeling anything yet." "Give it a few minutes," I said. I went into my bedroom, and dug through the boxes. I found a small plate to use as an ashtray. Before I went back to the living room, I sent a quick text to Nathan. "He's a weed virgin. Probably virgin, period." Back in the living room, Clint had finished putting together the fan. He stuck it in the window and turned it on. "What do you think about the living room?" he asked me. We discussed various options and occasionally moved the sofa and tables around to see what it would look like. We continued to talk about ourselves. Clint asked me a lot of questions about Nathan, like what kind of photographer he was, how long he and Jason had been together, and how often we hung out. Clint seemed to find Nathan fascinating; I wondered if he had met many gay men as masculine and as comfortable as Nathan in Kuwait. Or even any out gay men at all. Although the fan helped some, soon, in the afternoon heat, we had worked up a bit of a sweat. Between the heat, the beer, and the weed, I wanted to get at least my shirt off. I offered Clint the joint again. "Take two hits, then pass it on. That's the tradition." He took two hits, and then handed it back to me. "Just a sec," he said, heading into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I texted Nathan. "Damn, it's hot. I want to take off my shirt," "If I were there, I'd take off you shirt. And your shorts," he replied back almost immediately "Yeah, whatever. I think you fascinate Clint. He's been asking me about you all afternoon," I texted back. The fan wasn't cutting it in the afternoon sun, so I gave in. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner. Right as I did, Clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Was getting too hot in here," I said, explaining my shirtless state. "No kidding. Back home, we usually just take a nap now." He pulled off his shirt as well. I tried not to stare at his nearly perfect torso. There was just the right amount of fat to smooth out the muscles, and the lightest dusting of dirty blond hair over his chest. There was a slightly thicker trail leading down from his navel into his shorts, perfectly framed by his cum gutters. He was saying something about another possible arrangement of the room, but I barely heard him. "Think that would work?" he asked. "Sure," I said. I had no idea what he had said, but I had to cover how I had been mentally undressing him. "Help me move this?" he asked, indicating the sofa. "Of course," I said. As he walked by me, he caught his foot on the edge of a rug. He stumbled, and instinctively, I reached out to grab him. I caught him but then immediately wished I had not. To catch him I had wrapped my arms around his chest and now his warm body was pressed against me. We were entangled like that for a moment too long, and I wanted to have never even tried. Then that long moment stretched out into a moment far, far too long. I had no idea how I was going to explain the moment to him that wouldn't end any possible friendship immediately. Clint smiled and his piercing grey-blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. And then there wasn't enough time in the world to hold him properly. Almost simultaneously, we leaned in together to kiss. Both moving in at the same time, we totally missed each other and my cheek rubbed up against his chinstrap beard. It was softer than I expected. I wondered what it would feel like against my hole. Clint wrapped his arms around me and we tried the kiss again. This time our lips met perfectly and our tongues easily pressed into the other's mouth. I ceased to worry and enjoyed it. Slightly buzzed, slightly stoned, in the arms of a hot young man, my roommate, I was making out with him and I didn't want it to end. After our tongues spent long decades exploring each other's mouths, Clint broke off our kiss. In truth, the kiss had been less than a minute, but a minute that had changed everything. Although he had stopped kissing me, he made no move to unwrap his arms from me and I continued to hold him as well. "Hello," he said, finally. "Hello," I said. I leaned in again, and his lips parted for me. My tongue went back into his warm, welcoming mouth. It was another minute that felt like only a quick second. This time I had to break it off in order to breathe. "Yeah," Clint said. Then he kissed me once more. He pressed his firm, hard body against me. I felt his dick straining against his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. This was all so easy. I didn't want any part of it to end. "Let's move the sofa. Then we can get on it?" Clint asked me. "Yeah," I said. Even though we had agreed on a plan of attack, it still took us several more minutes of making out before we were even ready to carry out our plans. Finally, we forced ourselves to separate long enough to move the couch. Once we had done that, Clint checked his phone, and laughed. "What?" I asked. I picked up my own phone, and saw there was a message from Nathan. "Go for it," it said. "Oh. I had texted Nathan that I thought you were hot. He just texted me back, 'Go for it.'" It was my turn to laugh. "I texted him the same thing. And he texted me back the same thing as well." Clint had started to peck away at his phone. "What are you telling Nathan?" "Too Late" "Excellent," I said. I quickly send the same message to Nathan. A few moments later, Clint's phone buzzed, then mine. "Good?" read the message from Nathan. I texted him back, "Very good. My first project." Clint got two more beers out of the fridge. Nathan texted me back, "That's my dark, dirty poz boy. Try 'Raw Love' in the DVDs I gave you" This time, Clint's phone didn't buzz. Clint handed a beer to me. "To college adventures. With a fucking hot man," I said. "Together," I added. "To adventures," Clint echoed. "With my sexy roommate." We clinked bottles, and then each took a sip. "You know Jason has done nude modeling, don't you?" "Yeah. Nathan's done it as well. And they've done stuff together too. Why?" "I lost track the number of times I've jerked off to Jason." "Ha," I said. "I've jerked off to their movies." "Movies?" he asked. "I've never seen those." "Yeah," I said. The black case Nathan had given me was lying on the coffee table. I opened it up; as I expected, there was a bottle of poppers, some lube, and some DVDs. The titles were scribbled in black pen on the plain DVDs. The first one was labeled "Raw Love." "You want to see one?" I asked. "I guess. Although it's only going to make me horny." "You're not already?" I asked. I ran my hand over his crotch. His cock was hard, straining against the shorts. It felt like it was a pretty big. I resisted the urge to pull off his shorts immediately. Instead, I stuck the DVD in my computer, and put the laptop on the coffee table. The screen went black, and then almost immediately, it was a scene of Jason and Nathan. They were sitting on a couch, both of them in jockstraps. They were talking; I turned up the volume a bit. They were talking about how long they had been together. Off screen an unseen cameraman asked them, "And always raw?" Jason nodded, and Nathan answered, "Always." With that, the two of them started to make out, slowly progressing to Jason licking Nathan's cock. Clint was sitting next to me on the couch; we were only half watching the video. Most of the time we were making out and exploring each other's bodies. His hair was amazingly soft and delicate. It wasn't just his beard but also his chest hair. I did my best to pace myself. I didn't want to strip him down too fast. On-screen, the action had progressed. Jason was sitting on Nathan's cock, the familiar thick shaft sliding into his smooth hole. Of course it was bareback; nothing had ever come between them. Clint noticed it. "No condoms?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Bareback." "Is that safe?" "Nothing in life is completely safe," I said, hedging my bets. "Does Nathan have HIV?" he asked. "Yeah. He's poz." "Is Jason?" "Yeah." There was a much longer silence. Clint watched the screen. Jason was sliding up and down on Nathan's raw cock and the two men were kissing deeply. Finally, he spoke. "You?" Now it was my turn to be silent. "I don't know," I finally said. He might have been my first project, but I wanted to be honest with him. I had to be honest with him. After all, I was still going to live with him for the rest of the year. Clint ran his hand down my chest, coming to rest on my groin. He traced out the outline of my cock straining against my shorts. "Do you know how they got it? I mean, HIV?" "Yeah, Nathan told me the story on our trip." I pulled Clint closer to me and he pressed his body against mine. "Nathan got it from his first partner. And he gave it to Jason." Clint gave me a kiss on the neck. "They never used condoms." Clint gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want to fuck you." "It looks so easy. So hot. So..." He stopped talking, but his fingers continued to rub against my erection. "Intimate?" I asked. "Yeah. Intimate." "It is," I said. Yes, I wanted to fuck Clint raw to poz him up, but more than that, I had to fuck Clint raw in order to truly know him. A condom would only be a thin piece of rubber, but it would be the same as a thick stone wall between us. "You think it's going to be ok?" he asked me. "I don't know. But, our first college adventure? Together, like really together?" "Yeah," he said. I pushed him back on the sofa and got on top of him. We kissed again. Now, we were not quite as shy about it, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Clint reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts. Once he got them open, he pushed them down. I was left in just my underwear. I did the same to Clint. I was brave enough, or just horny enough to pull off both his shorts and his underwear at once. His cock was erect, and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed my finger against it and scooped it up. I tasted it; it was sweet and salty and pure and perfect, all at the same time. Clint moaned as I fondled his shaft, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in pleasure. I got off the couch just long enough to take off my own underwear. I then kneelt back down on the floor and wrestled Clint into position. His ass was hanging off the side of the sofa and I spread his legs in order to press my face into his crack. It was warm with just the right amount of fur and a little moist from the heat of the day and our exertions. My tongue sought out his tight hole. This immediately elicited a moan of pleasure from Clint. I proceeded to lick it, tease it, and was able to gently open him up. "Oh Greg," he grunted. "That feels amazing. Like nothing else I've ever felt." I took my time. I was pretty sure he was either a virgin or very inexperienced and he had to enjoy it. There was no need to rush either; it was still early in the afternoon, and our first orientation activity wouldn't begin for several hours. We could do this properly, do it slow, do it deep and long, and leave him desperate for more. I rimmed his hole for what seemed like hours, as he opened further up for me. When his hole seemed sufficiently relaxed, I began to play at it with my fingers. He moaned when my index finger first penetrated him. It was hard for me to fight back the urge to go straight for the kill. I was tempted by even just a hint of the warmth of his body around my finger. "This is good, isn't it?" he asked me. His face was a confused mess: simultaneously ecstatic at the new sensations his body was giving him, but also scared and unsure about where these explorations would lead him. "Very good," I said. My own cock was throbbing; a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I scooped it up and pressed the finger into his hole. "Feel ok?" I asked, as the first of my dangerous fluids entered his body. "Fuck yeah," he said. I was still kneeling down in front of his hole. I watched his ass pull on my finger; it disappeared into his muscular butt. I had gone into sex with Nathan with my eyes wide open. I knew all of the dangers and risks of having sex without protection. I knew the dangers of having sex with a positive man. I wanted it. I wanted the Nathan and I wanted the virus he carried. But, I wasn't sure if Clint knew what he was getting himself into. Although I had only known him for a few hours, we already had something complex and wonderful. I didn't want to risk that by not telling him the entire truth. But also, I didn't want to jeopardize my chances to get inside him and feel my cock slide against that perfect muscle hole. I pulled my finger out and poured a bit of lube on his hole. My cock started to slide into his crack. Our eyes locked and then our lips locked together while our tongues explored each other's mouths. "I need to tell you something first," I said, breaking off the kiss. My cock was pressed up against his hole. "I want you inside me," he said. "Fuck, don't stop now." "It's important," I said. However, he was eagerly rubbing his ass against my cock and against my best intentions, I reached down and helped my cockhead just barely enter his hole. "No. This is important," he replied. "Important to me. Important to us." He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself against me. I was already hard, I was already wanting inside of him, and I was already perfectly positioned. His latest provocation was more than I could resist and I stopped trying to hold back. I let myself enter him. His hole was hot and tight and there was enough lube to let me slide into him. Any restraint in further penetration would require a serious effort on my part. "I need this so badly," he said, as my raw shaft slid into him ever further. I stopped trying to resist him. I took just enough time to pour some more lube on my shaft, enough to make it easy for him to take. Then, slowly and carefully, I pressed my fat rod into his tender hole. As I pressed further into him, his smile grew larger, deliriously happy to finally be getting what he had dreamt about and jerked off to for so long. When we were both used to my presence inside him, I stopped trying to open him up and began to fuck him properly. "You're so tight. So warm," I said, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn't as good as the other men, Nathan, Jason or Sean, but he was a virgin and still very much a novice in getting fucked. He was doing a great job; what he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm. Not until I was almost all the way inside him did he even wince. Even that was taken care of with me staying still for a few moments, letting him get used to me. "You're so hard. It feels so powerful inside of me." We continued to make out. All the while my cock dripped pre-cum into his innocent hole. Neither of us knew what my pre-cum was capable of. It was an ambiguous fluid: slippery, smooth, alive, and perhaps deadly as well. "What did you want to tell me?" he asked. By that time, my balls were slapping against his ass. I didn't know how to tell him any more. There were other things that were far more important now. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "Do you want me to pull out?" "Do you want to pull out?" he responded. "No, I don't." "Then I don't want you pull out either." "But," I began, but before I could finish, he pulled me down for another kiss. For a moment, I stopped worrying; I just enjoyed his warm hole and his tight embrace. But, finally, I had to say something. "I've been having unprotected sex with guys who are positive." He was quiet for a moment, but made no effort to push me off of him, or force me out of his hole. "Nathan?" he asked. But he tightened his hole around my cock and squeezed out another few drops of pre-cum. I nodded. "You?" he continued. "Are you positive?" "I don't know." It was the truth. I wanted three things in my life at that moment. First, more than anything else, I wanted Clint. Second, I wanted to be poz. And third and finally, I wanted to share this precious gift with Clint. I couldn't imagine a world where I couldn't get all three of them. The two of us were still. I stopped thrusting into his body, and beneath me, he was motionless. Time slowed down while he tried to assimilate everything that I had told him and his own desires. Finally, he made another movement. He pulled me close against his body. His breath was hot against my ear "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out," he said, in a barely audible whisper. "Are you sure?" I asked, whispering into Clint's ear, just as he had whispered into mine. I had talked a good game with Nathan, telling him how I wanted to poz up the hot guys in college. Now, with one naked and impaled on my raw cock, when I actually had the chance, the reality was a lot more difficult. I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. Before could Clint answer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "I really don't know. But this, this closeness, is what I always want. From the moment I saw you, I wanted it with you." We kissed again, his tongue entering my mouth. It came as a shock that I wanted this closeness just as badly as Clint did. My cock twitched in pleasure, glad that it had been granted permission to fulfill its evolutionary mission, it was going to get to shoot its hot load into a wet, accepting hole. "I can't hold back much longer," I moaned. Nathan had kept me on edge the entire week, and I had barely exhausted the reserves my balls had built up. Now, Clint was going to be the lucky recipient of these rich resources. I wished I knew for sure if my semen had the same deadly power as Nathan's, but for now, it was more than enough to have blanket permission to breed my roommate's hot hole. "Cum in me," Clint begged, and I did. The first spurt was thick, long spray of sperm that shot hard out of my engorged cock and landed deep into Clint's body. There was an immediate sense of relief, as the pressure that had built up in my balls was released. The next few spurts were longer and even more intense. I was dribbling my spunk all along the depth of Clint's hole, asserting my ownership of this fertile, virgin territory. "Fill me up, Greg," he asked me. I easily recognized that need in his voice. Just a few days ago, I had the same need when I was begging Nathan to fuck me. "Fucking fill me up every fucking day." "Every night and every morning, bro," I said, as I thrust back into him and another spurt shot out of my cock. I had shot a big load, and it was easy for me to feel my semen squishing around inside of him and against my cock. "You've got a fucking amazing ass." "Your cock feels great inside of me," he said. My orgasm was slowly fading. Although my immediate need for release had been satiated, my cock refused to soften. I continued to gently thrust in and out of Clint, working my load into his delicate tissues. I wanted my seed to stay with him and become a part of him forever. We made out, not saying anything, just feeling the naturalness of our skin-on-skin fuck. "First time?" I asked. There was that unique combination of timidity and eagerness to Clint that made me think he was still new at this. It was endearing and sweet: everything would be still new and wonderful for him. I found it easy for me to get caught up in his pleasure. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "It's a very different environment back home." "Don't worry," I said. "I'm glad I was here for it." "Me too," he said. He pulled me in for another kiss. "Really happy it was you. This is going to be a fun year," he continued. "Definitely," I said. "Fun few years." My cock was beginning to soften, and soon, it would fall out. "Have to pull out," I said. "You going to keep my load up there, Bro?" "Hell yeah," he said. I pulled out of Clint, doing my best to leave as much of my sperm inside of him as I could. Only a few drops escaped, and I pressed them back into him. He grunted in pleasure as my finger entered him, obviously glad to have something up his hole again. Clint's cock was still hard and the trail of fuzz running up to his navel was wet with his pre-cum. I took his cockhead into my mouth, running my tongue around and over it. His pre-cum was a perfect combination of sweet and salty, tempered with the innocence of youth. Even though I had licked it all up, I still wanted more. He sighed in pleasure and obliged my desires; his cock continued to drip a steady stream of his fluid. I worked my way down his shaft, swallowing every drop of it. I was nowhere near as good of a cocksucker as Nathan, but I didn't think I was that bad. I had managed to get all of him in my mouth with the head just pressing into my throat. Clint's dick was just the right size and shape to be big enough, but not so big as to be unwieldy. It was easy for me to alternate between long strokes down the length of the shaft and then shift to concentrating on his sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes. There was a pleasurable sense of submission in sucking Clint's cock; the school-yard taunt of "cocksucker" was now a badge of pride. I knew how good I was making Clint feel, and it made me happy as well. "I'm going to cum soon," Clint said. "Can I shoot in your mouth?" I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, but I did my best to nod. I kept on sucking his hard shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, thrusting his hips up and his cock into my mouth. In a pattern I was now very familiar with, his cock stiffened, swelled, and then his thick and rich cream erupted into my mouth. I didn't even try to taste the first spurt but swallowed it without thinking. It was an instinctive response; I wanted to always have a part of Clint in me and have something to remember him by. "Oh god," he moaned, as he continued to pump out his hot sperm. These were smaller and thus easier to savor before I swallowed them. He had a tasty load, and I could have swallowed it all night. Unfortunately, I was able to drain his balls far too soon and then he pulled me off his cock. "Too sensitive," he gasped, as one more drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. I quickly licked it off before he could stop me. "I know the feeling," I said. I kissed him, letting him taste the sperm that was still in my mouth. We stayed lip-locked, catching out breath, and feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. I think we could have been there all afternoon. Finally the DVD ended, and the music of the main menu started to distract us. "Shower?" I asked Clint, finally breaking off our make-out session. "Yeah," he said. "Now I just need to find a towel," I said, as I got up from kneeling in front of the couch. "I've got an extra," he said. "In the bathroom." "Cool," I said. "I'll find mine sooner or later." I surveyed the boxes and bags I still needed to unpack. This first weekend was already shaping up to be a pleasurable mix of weed, beer, and sex, with unpacking being very low on the list of our priorities. Clint headed into the bathroom, and I heard the water running soon after. I took a moment to quickly text Nathan about my first conquest before I followed him into our bathroom.

The only thing better than getting fucked by Kevin Slater and Jack Foster in one afternoon is having them poz talk you while they're dumping that sweet toxic cum into your horny hungry poz seeking butt!

Whore Boot Camp – Time to Make the Benjamins: Lex’s silk tie was now cutting into the flesh of my bound wrists as he held me up, my body bent forward, while the muscular thigh of his right leg flexed as he thrust his raw dick into my gut walls. My ass had been filled with multiple loads and I had taken a lot of dick since my adventure began, but Lex had used his long, black dick to make my ass truly his own. “Tell me what you want, tell Daddy what you need,” Lex said in his sexy voice. I was week at the knees not just from the beating my ass was taking but from the way Lex made me feel – his touch, his breath, his voice, fuck even his smell made my head spin. Well, OK, maybe all the drugs I had been given had some effect too, but there was just something about Lex that made want to me beg and plead over and over, “PLEASE GIVE ME THAT AIDS DICK! PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME WITH THAT HOOD DICK. PLEASE BREED ME DADDY!!!” but the t-shirt gag in my mouth let me only make a loud “HMMMMMM, HMMMMM.” Lex growled like the alpha panther that he was, shifted his right leg a little further a long the edge of the bed as he stood behind me, closed his hands hard around my bound wrists and slammed my hole as he scraped my insides with thrust after thrust. Like a tremor from the Earth’s core, my whole body began to tremble and shake, my stomach convulsed, my eyes rolled back, I threw my head from side to side as I shot my own load over the bed and was thrown deep into orgasm. My ass fought to clench down on Lex’s dick as gob after gob of cum spotted the bed and Lex growled louder as he slammed my ass and his own dick began to pulse and spew his infected load. “MILK IT WHORE, MILK THAT DICK, SHOW ME YOU WANT MY AIDS NUTT, SHOW ME YOU NEED DADDY’S NUTT, SHOW ME YOUR HOLE DESERVES WHAT I GOT. RIDE IT, RIDE IT, RIDE…..UGHHH, GRRR…UGHHHH. YES!!!” My legs could not hold me up any longer, but Lex’s strong arms held me tight and with one hand he untied my wrists and the t-shirt gag around my head before letting me fall forward onto the old bed. Lex fell on top of me as his dick continued to twitch and bless me with every hazardous drop of his load. We lay like that a moment before Lex shifted his body and scooted me up further on the edge of the bed still impaled on his dick. I was on my right side with Lex behind me against the bedroom wall and every gentle thrust of his hips reminded me that his raw dick was still inside me. Lex kissed my shoulders, my neck, my back, and asked, “How was that?” I almost choked as I started to laugh, but sputtered, “Oh, it was ok I guess, not sure you paid attention when Mr. Well’s was teaching you all how to fuck.” Lex laughed hard at that, pulled his dick out of my ass, rolled me onto my back, lifted my legs, and slid his wet shaft back in to the hilt as he kissed me long and hard, “I guess I’ll just have to show you that I didn’t miss a class.” My bliss was interrupted as Jay began pounding on the door again, “God damn asshole, get the fuck out here!” Lex looked at me, smiled, gave a small chuckle, and gently eased his still hard dick out of my wet and sloppy hole. I whimpered a little as left me so empty and reached out with my right hand to catch him before he could step away from the bed. I lifted myself up, guided his dick to my mouth, and tasted the whore boy pussy my ass had become. When I finished, Lex leaned down and kissed me hard again, then smiled and said, “Do you want me to come back?” I almost choked again on my laughter as I said, “YES!” then rolled off the bed and helped Lex get dressed. I couldn’t find my clothes so grabbed the sheet off the floor and wrapped it around me as Lex opened the door to find Jay standing there, scowling. “Easy man,” Lex said as he patted Jay on the shoulder and walked over to the recliner, picked his suit coat up, and tidied himself up. Lex then smiled at me as he reached into his pants and brought out a thick wad of bills and casually peeled off four of them and handed them to a wide-eyed Jay. Lex walked back to me, grabbed the sheet and pulled me close, leaned down and bit on my ear hard before whispering, “Daddy will be back later and I want that ass sloppy so you be good.” I felt proud as Lex started to walk to the stairs, but Jay stopped him, “Yo man, best go out the back door. I got some boys upstairs who are here for business.” Lex nodded and looked back at me one last time before the door closed behind him. I was still staring yearningly at the door when Jay stepped in front of me with the pipe in his hand, shaking his hand, “Fuck you ARE a nasty bitch ain’t you! Good. Here hit this shit. I’ll give you a few minutes if you need it, but my boys upstairs are ready. I told them I got a fresh cunt to degrade and humiliate and there ain’t nothing they like better than making a white bitch take their dicks.” I savored the pipe’s smoke and closed my eyes as the high quickly hit. As I did, Jay tugged the sheet away from me and roughly shoved his fingers up my ass and the hot burn told me he had shoved more crystal up there. I was concerned, my ass did not feel tight at all and when I told Jay that as he refilled the pipe he just laughed, “Don’t worry. They not looking for a tight virgin. I picked these nuccas up from outside the liquor store by the carry out. They just want sloppy open pussy – you ever fucked a pussy? No, well let me tell you, your ass lips feel just like it so all you got to is to keep being the nasty little bitch whore slut you have been so far today.” Jay headed up the stairs as I wrapped the cum stained sheet back around me and sat in one of the recliners, lit the pipe, and remembered how great it felt having Lex buried inside me. The sound of Jay and his guests coming down the stairs brought me out of my revelry. Jay came down first followed by three very rough looking boys. These were not men, but boys like 18 or 19 at most. One of them pushed past Jay and came and stood in front of me, pointed and said, “THIS is the white pussy you promised?” I didn’t like his tone and was ready to tell him to go fuck one of the bitches in the dog pen if he was not happy but Jay stepped over and said, “I told you the deal so don’t pull that youngin shit on me now. I always take care of you don’t I? Hook you with the good smoke? Get your liquor? Make sure you got weed? Come on, let’s smoke up, but first show me the green and if you are not happy when you are done, we’ll work something else.” The two other guys went back upstairs and came down with a couple of chairs from the kitchen. The young guy who had been mouthy sat in one recliner and Jay the other. I started to head towards the stairs to go up and find a chair too when the young guy grabbed the sheet, tugged on it, and snarled, “Where the fuck you going? You are here to serve the Supreme Black Stallions, so sit at my fucking feet and light my pipe for me.” I looked at Jay whose stern face told me this kid was not a joke, so I ungracefully plopped to the floor, adjusted the sheet, took the lighter Jay handed me, and heated up the young guy’s pipe as he inhaled the hot crack smoke. His two friends were behind me and were hitting their own pipes as Jay sat back in his chair, turned the volume up on the gangbang porn that was playing and watched the scenes unfold. SLAP! The young guy’s hand was hanging in the air as my head snapped back around, his eyes intent on mine, “Have you ever served a black master? Learned how to please your superiors? Lick my boots bitch!” I looked to Jay and SLAP!, the young guy hit me again as he raised his voice, “I’M THE ONE SPEAKING. My man here and his generation are too kind. Now me and my boys, we know how to make a whore dance. Get the fuck up and dance, shake that white pussy for me.” My high was quickly fading and was being replaced by anger. Something about this kid just pissed me off so I asked, “May I hit the pipe again?” SLAP! I took that as a no as the other two guys busted out laughing and started talking shit. I stood up trying to hold the sheet around me, but the young guy in the recliner grabbed and pulled it hard, so there I was, naked, pissed and now in no mood for any more dick. The young guy was looking over the sheet and pointed to a big wet spot left by Lex’s cum leaking out of my hole and said to his comrades, “Well well, guess our man here was right, this pussy is wet, look at this and…..yep…smell’s like cum, so we got us a breeding slut alright. Time to get this fucking show on the road.” The young guy dropped the sheet, stood up, started to unzip his pants but stopped, turned to Jay and said, “Yo, a little privacy for me and my boys aiight?” Jay just nodded as he looked me and casually walked up the stairs. As soon as the door closed the young guy said, “Bitch, there’s a pole, get to work.” I looked around to see what he meant and between the two chairs his guys were sitting in was one of the support poles holding the floor joists up like you see in older basements. I walked over, grabbed the pole, bent forward and wiggled my wet, cum filled ass back at the young guy. He let out a long low whistle, turned, grabbed the TV remote, cranked up the volume to the sounds of a white woman being ganged by several men flooded the basement, and said, “Time to see which whore is louder – you or her.” Within seconds I had three black dicks fighting for attention and as one of his two friends fucked me, I sucked the young guy who had done all the talking as he continued to rant at me and his friends. “You like that black dick? Want it harder? How’s that pussy? Wet? Damn I got to piss – no keep yo fucking mouth on my dick! That’s it – swallow it all fucking whore.” While I choked on his chem fueled piss he focused on his friends, “Bug it up bro – bug it up. Fuck you shot already? Jesus fucking Christ! You a virgin or what. Fine fine, get the fuck back. Come on, you fuck that hole now, get it ready for me, no you can’t wear a fucking condom. FUCK! I swear. We got us a white bitch to rape and you want to wear a God damn condom? You better fucking breed that hole.” I choked and slurped his big, young dick as his two buddies each gave me a couple loads. After watching them he was finally ready, pushed me down onto the dirty carpet, slid up my ass in one stroke, grabbed my shoulders, and started fucking like a jack rabbit. “You like that stallion dick? Fucking you good? Serving your black master? You want that stallion dick? Those old men ain’t nothing. Why you with them? That generation should be put down. They let you all run shit over us far too long.” Frankly his dick was not all that big, none of them were, and I was tired of his mouth and could not help it when I said, “Not really. You got about the smallest dick I’ve had all day and frankly, you have a lot to learn from Jay and ‘his generation’ because you fuck like a preschooler.” The young guy riding my ass slammed my head into the floor, jam fucked me as he swore and called me names, shot his load, got off me, kicked me once as I lay there then he and his buddies went up the stairs. I rolled over, rubbed my ribs where he had kicked me, got up and dropped into one of the chairs and closed my eyes. Damn, I was tired, hungry, and still pissed and was regretting my decision to go with Jay. The door to the basement slammed shut, Jay came stomping down the stairs and I looked at him through a haze of smoke as I hit the pipe and saw he was not happy. “What the fuck did you say! What the fuck? You know the God damn fucking rules. This shit is about MAKING money, not losing it. I had to give those punks cash and stash to promise not to cut you down right here in my fucking basement. What the fuck did you say?” I calmly handed the pipe to Jay who was now shaking with rage as he took a hit. “I’m sorry,” I said in my most pathetic voice, “They were disrespecting you, Mr. Wells, and everyone else and I couldn’t help it. I had to say something.” Jay’s eyes focused on me as he considered what I said, shook his head, handed me the pipe, and said, “OK, I guess, but FUCK. Griz will be here anytime and I got to pay up.” I set the pipe down, stepped over to Jay, rubbed my hand on the growing bulge in his pants and said, “I will do anything you want to make it up to you, I promise, but only if they are real men and not punks trying to play dress up.” Jay laughed, turned me around, unzipped his pants, and easily slid his hard dick up my ass. Just as Jay started to get close there was a loud banging on the back door. “God damn it!” Jay spat. He yanked his dick out making me yelp like a pup being pulled from its momma teat as I grabbed the sheet and he went to open the door. In walked Griz from the garage along with his tow truck driver who had been one of his guys that fucked me earlier. Griz looked at the cum stained sheet I had wrapped around me and said, “Well looks like you sure have been working this whore good Jay, yes man, looks like you have. Time to settle up so as we talk business let my man here get some more, he’s been fucking nagging me the whole way over asking if he could shoot another load up that ass. Guess that’s what happens when your wife cuts you off during her 5th pregnancy!” I looked at the tow truck driver who smirked, shrugged, and followed me as I walked into the bedroom. As Griz and Jay handled their business, I got down to mine and pleased the driver with my wet pussy and my regrets quickly vanished as another big, black dick flooded me with cum. Once we were done he asked, “Where’s your keys? Griz wants me to go to your place to feed your cat and shit. He said you are not going home for a while. Don’t worry. I won’t steal anything, but just between you and me, I’m going to make a copy of the key. I’m often in that area towing fuckers and I need someone to help me get my late night creep on. Would you like that? Want to be my ass on the side?” His dick was not as long as Jay’s but thicker, so was worth the risk so I said, “Yeah, but keep this between us and I’ll give you what you need.” After the truck driver left, Griz and Jay both looked pretty grim and serious so I stood between them, grabbed a pipe off the table and took a long hit, turned around and wagged my ass at them and said, “Anyone ready to take advantage of my ass?” Griz slapped my ass twice really hard, stood up, wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me close to him before he reached back and worked two crystal covered fingers up my ass. “So Jay here ain’t tired you out yet? You want some more of my cubs up in that cunt? Baby I’ve been dripping all day waiting to infect you again.” I figured we would go to the bedroom but Griz just unzipped his oil stained overalls and took me right there in front of Jay as we watched the gangbang porn flick. I turned my head to look at Jay who was stroking his dick with one hand and holding the pipe with the other, getting his shaft ready to use me again too. Griz and Jay took turns fucking my hole and busting me open even more in between long hits on the pipe. Jay’s cell phone rang several times and each time I heard Jay say, “No, maybe later.” I secretly hoped he was telling guys they could not come by because he and Griz were enjoying me too much. I was also feeling hungry, but Jay said I couldn’t eat yet, so I satisfied myself with their cum in my guts. A few hours later Jay’s phone rang again and this time he ended the call with, “Aiight, I’ll be right there.” My ass made a big SLOP sound as Griz pulled out and I turned to lick him clean. I paused and looked at these two big, nasty black men who had made me their whore and my ass twitched, and I knew – I NEEDED MORE. Jay stood up, “I’ll be back in 10,” and went upstairs. Griz sighed as he dropped into the recliner and I held the lighter out for him to light his pipe before I took a hit too. Several minutes later Griz and I both turned our heads as we heard Jay’s truck and what sounded like another car pull back into the drive. I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around me as we heard lots of footsteps upstairs and then both watched as Jay came back down, followed by Lex, and several other guys who all hungrily looked around, their smiles showing their eagerness. Jay sat back in his chair, tapped my arm to give me a lighted pipe as Lex came over and said to me, “Hey baby. You know, I was thinking. After Jay told me earlier how things went down with his little boys, that what we needed was some more men like us. Like us in the sense they got dicks to their knees, will fuck you like a whore, will use you, will infect you, and more importantly they will leave the fucking bullshit at the door.” I realized then that Lex was holding a video camera in his left hand and as I looked at the several guys that had come with him, also realized most of them looked down right dirty and rough. Lex continued to explain, “The night has not even begun and I KNOW that white pussy can take some dick, so I thought, why not help my man Jay out and set you up right. About an hour ago I posted an add on Craigslist telling folks to be watching, because soon there would be a hot new video available on Xtube for a small price of a white, negative bottom being raped and infected by a group of nasty black men. You baby – you are that bottom. The black men you ask? Well my friends here. You see when I left you I went down to the Central Mission where I mentor one of the addiction groups. My friends here are mostly homeless and because of their addictions to heroin, crack, and other shit, will do fucking anything for a little cash and some rock and stash. So we have come to an agreement of sorts. They are going to put on a show for Jay and Griz, and I will tape it all. Each one of them is going to get high, and you along with them, and they are all going to fuck you. All of them. Over and over until they can’t cum anymore and then even more if they want a bonus.” Lex tapped the vide camera, leaned into me as I began watching the guys get undressed, and whispered, “And by the end you will be infected with the ‘package’ and every other STD on the books as I only brought the biggest dicks and the most infected dicks and I can’t wait to lay up on you once they are done and work it all in.” As Lex stepped back, the first homeless guy stepped forward, took a hit from the crack pipe offered by Jay, and smiled as I kneeled to suck his crust covered dick. I looked at Lex and saw the little red light on the video camera go on confirming he was taping me becoming the whore they wanted me to be. I wonder what the response on Xtube will be?

Part Two Cory settled into his job as a substitute teacher along with tutoring he made enough to get a small apartment and moved out on his own. He kept his friendship with Nathan and hoped to ‘tutor’ him when he could find the opportunity. The opportunity arose when Cory’s step father had a long business trip and decided to have Cory’s mother come along so that they could make it the honeymoon they couldn’t have since they didn’t want to leave Nathan alone. With Cory around they felt he could look after him for the 2 weeks they would be gone. Cory jumped at the chance to be alone with Nathan and offered to watch his stepbrother. Cory agreed to stay at the house with Nathan and came to the house after school on Friday. Their parents left earlier on that day and Cory had plans for that weekend. He began his plan taking Viagra to get him nice and hard, then he went into the den to stick a nice bareback porn in the DVD player and invited Nathan to join him watching some TV. As the stepbrothers relaxed after a long day, Cory pulled out his glass pipe and began to smoke away. Nathan noticed his stepbrother “What’s that you’re smoking?” Cory answered “It’s called Tina.” Nathan then asks “What’s Tina?” Corey was direct and told him “Tina is something that enhances sex.” Nathan sat on the couch and fidgeted some as his cock began to stir before he asked “Who are you going to have sex with?” Cory looked at him and answered “I’m not sure yet, I might have someone come over here if you’re ok with that.” Nathan sat quiet still struggling with his stiff cock when he said “Why have someone come over when I’m here with you and we can have sex.” Cory knew he had Nathan’s interest peaked and needed to cement his intentions. He told Nathan “I’m not sure you’re ready for a guy like me yet.” Nathan asked his stepbrother “Why not?” Cory looked at him and let him know “I need someone who will do what I want and not complain about anything. Cory knew he had his stepbrother hooked when Nathan told him “I’ll do as you tell me and won’t complain. I want to have sex and your hot bro.” Cory added “If I were to let you play with me, you can’t say a word to anyone, not even my mom and your dad.” Nathan agreed and promised “I swear I won’t say a word to anyone, especially your mom and my dad.” Cory motioned for Nathan to move closer to him on the couch as he offered him a hit off his Tina pipe. As he lit the torch he told Nathan “When I tell you, I want you to put your lips on the pipe and start slowly inhaling. Once you’ve taken as much into your lungs as you can, then you are to hold it until I tell you to let it out, understand?” Nathan shook his head in agreement as the smoke began to swirl in the bowl. Cory nodded his head and told Cory “Start sucking in that smoke bro.” Nathan took a decent size hit as Cory made him hold it a lengthy time before telling him to exhale. Cory commented “Not bad for your first try, but I know you can do better.” Cory lit the torch and heated up the bowl and had Nathan do 2 more hits before he did one of his own. He then asked Nathan “How are you feeling there bro?” Nathan felt the temperature jump in the room as his hear began to beat faster. Nathan let Cory know “I’m feeling very warm and tingly all over. Is that what I’m supposed to feel?” Cory answered “Yes, that’s normal. I’m feeling warm too. Why don’t we get comfortable?” as he took his shirt off. Nathan followed Cory’s lead as he also removed his shirt as Cory lit the torch again and offered Nathan a couple more hits before doing his own. Cory could see Nathan’s pants tenting has his cock began to grown. He knew his stepbrother was just starting to get spun as he told him “I’m going to do a big hit off the pipe, then I’m going to blow the smoke into your mouth as you breathe it in, ok?” Nathan nodded yes as Cory began to take a big hit off the pipe. He brought his lips very close to Nathan’s as he blew the smoke out and Nathan tried his best to breathe the smoke into his lungs. Cory knew this wouldn’t be all that effective as lit the torch again and let Nathan know “We’re going to try that again, but this time just follow my lead.” Cory then took a deep hit off the pipe and locked lips with Nathan and exhaled the smoke directly from his lungs into Nathan’s. Cory kept a tight seal as Nathan began to breathe out and he took the smoke into his lungs before he sent the smoke back into Nathan’s. After Nathan let the smoke back into Cory’s lungs he breathed it out through his nose and turned their shotgun into a deep kiss. This was Nathan’s first kiss and Cory wanted it to be a good one. Cory managed to get the DVD player going while the two kissed so that when the kiss broke Nathan got his first look at gay porn, and it was bareback porn video. Nathan was high and horny as Cory’s hands rubbed his hard cock through his pants. Nathan followed Cory’s lead and found his stepbrother’s 7” hard cock. When the kiss broke Cory asked Nathan “How are you feeling now?” Nathan answered “I’m feeling great. What do you want to do next?” Corey told Nathan “I think it’s time for you to learn how to suck cock.” Cory accentuated his comment by grabbing his hard 7” through his shorts. Nathan was mesmerized due to the Tina he had smoked and the idea of finally getting to have sex. He watched as Cory stood up and dropped his shorts revealing a nice cock with a set of shaved balls. Cory moved closer to Nathan getting his cock closer to his stepbrother’s lips. Nathan licked his lips before letting the tip into his mouth. He did his best to suck Cory’s cock with direction from Cory. He was able to get almost all of it into his mouth before he gagged. Cory let him know “Don’t worry bro, we’ll work on you getting that cock into your throat over time.” Nathan stroked Cory’s cock as he looked up at his stepbrother. Cory pulled him to his feet as they kissed again. Cory loosened Nathan’s belt and pants as the two kissed and when they were both naked Cory put the next part of his plan into action. He asked Nathan “Are you having fun so far little bro?” Nathan answered “Yes I am.” Cory reminded him “You promised to do as I tell you right?” Corry simply nodded yes as the two kissed again and sat down on the couch. Cory then pulled out two prepared points. He let Nathan know “It’s time to take this to the next level. If you enjoyed smoking Tina and you’re going to love slamming Tina.” Nathan sat on the couch a little stunned at what was going on realizing his promise and was ready to accept what Cory was offering. Nathan was eating up the attention he was receiving from his older stepbrother and was going to comply with whatever Cory wanted him to do. He sat and watched Cory work a tourniquet on his left arm, then as he looked for a good vein before he wiped the area with alcohol. Cory then let Nathan know “I’m going to stick this into your vein and then you’ll really be enjoying yourself.” Cory stuck the point in the vein and registered the customary flash of blood as he let Nathan know “You will probably feel this go into your chest and throat and might feel like you can breath for a second before you cough out. Don’t panic, it will be ok.” Cory then emptied the point, pulled it from Nathan’s vein and removed the tourniquet. Nathan felt the Tina move into his chest and throat as he coughed out hard and began to hear a ringing in his ears and had trouble focusing even with his glasses on. Cory pulled his glasses off as Nathan lay there on the couch as he did his own slam. After Cory coughed out he looked down at his now very fucked up stepbrother and asked him “How are you feeling now?” Nathan was breathing fast and answered “OH FUCK! I feel great.” Cory leaned in and the two kissed as they enjoyed their mutual rush.

HOT!!! Can't wait to read what happens next

Whore Boot Camp – Curiosity can get someone into trouble and what started out as me being nosy about a pimp and his whore, turned into a rough fuck in an alley, several loads up my ass in a dirty garage, and now I was face down on a squeaky bed being deep dicked by Jay as he told me how much he was enjoying my raw hole. I remembered being in the truck after we left the garage and Jay’s voice saying “Come on little rabbit. Time to get see your new hutch,” before I faded back to black. The memories after that were in bits and pieces. The truck stopped; dogs barking; the sound of a metal gate; Jay helping me walk; the jangling of keys; the overwhelming stench of dog-piss; Jay dropping me on the bed, then blackness again. I don’t think I was out long at all before Jay started forcing a couple fingers up my cum filled ass and his voice penetrated the fog in my head, “Come on now little rabbit, time to get that white tail working, know what I mean? No, you don’t yet, but you will. Got a little something for you from Griz, these big ass crystal shards will perk you right up, feel that burn in your hole yet? Huh? I thought so by the way that pucker is trying to break my fucking fingers off – damn slut! Looks like I got to bust you open some more, how about that?” The crystal had started to kick in and as Jay stood up to get undressed I wiggled my ass a bit, relishing in the deep ache that came from taking a rough dicking and my guts being full of nutt – some of it infected for sure. This time Jay did not want me to suck him first as I glanced back, saw him pimp several squirts of lotion out of a bottle on the floor, then climb on the bed behind me. As Jay positioned himself I instinctively reached back, spread my hole open with my hands and waited for his monster black dick to invade me again. “OH FUCK – THOSE HOT PUSSY ASS LIPS JUST SUCKING MY SHIT UP!” Jay exclaimed as he slid inside my slicked up hole. I couldn’t move as Jay put his full weight on me, wrapped his right arm around my neck in a half-nelson, and began to move his hips in a slow grind. “Damn rabbit, you got some ass. You like that black monster in that pink hole? I know you do. The way you rode me before, and Griz, he said you had the best boy pussy he’s had in ages. Yeah I’m going to have a good time with you, but first, time to see how deep that hole is.” Jay continued to fuck for several minutes, taking his time before he his pace picked up, “HERE COMES THAT NUTT – WANT IT AGAIN – WANT IT? TELL ME YOU WANT IT – OH FUCKER!!” As Jay shot his load into my sore ass I turned my face as far to the left as I could hoping he would kiss me, but he didn’t, he just lay his bearded face next to mine so all I felt was his hot breath. The big black dick in my ass slowly subsided and then Jay pushed himself up off the squeaky bed and stood over me like Zeus on Olympus as he pointed at his dick, “Get up here. Whore’s clean the shit off – literally if necessary – so rule #1 of whore boot camp.” I was wicked wound up again from the crystal and my ass felt so empty I begged him to stick it back in, but Jay laughed and said, “Naw, later. Right now get that tongue to work and listen. You’re my whore now and I’ve already seen you got some skills, but Griz is coming by later expecting me to settle up and while some pink hole bought me a little time, Griz only deals in cash for shit, you know what I mean? So I got a few folks I know coming by and you will take care of them.” I was so entranced in sucking on Jay’s dick and wagging my ass around hoping to entice him I was not really paying attention. SLAP SLAP – twice across my face with his big hands. “You listening?” Jay asked, “Keep that dick in your mouth and I don’t care if that hurt. I know it did. Can see tears in your eyes and fuck – look – makes my dick hard – but no, not now. What was rule #1?” I looked up into Jay’s face, his eyes narrowed, his mouth firm and set, so I released his infected dick from my mouth and replied, “Whore’s clean the shit off.” Jay nodded, satisfied, guided his dick back to mouth and continued. “Rule #2, you ain’t nothing but a faggot-sissy-pussy-slut-bitch-whore. Anything they want, you do. No argument, no discussion, no negotiation. Rule #3, its all about the benjamins, so make that hole pulse, twitch, and milk them dicks so they nutt and bounce. Rule #4, you’re mine. You speak out of turn, make a play to another to try to get a new pass along, or some crazy shit or break any rule, and I will let my boy beat you down so I can patch you up and do it all over again. You understand? The Devil you know, understand?” At that, I looked up at Jay’s face again and saw he was dead serious and shook my head yes. He patted my face, smiled and said, “Good. Come on. Let’s get you set. Pastor Mike will be here soon and we need to get things set.” I stood up as Jay opened a dresser drawer, pulled out an old looking box of condoms and set them on the rickety night stand. He kicked the bottle of lotion towards the side of the bed, tossed a dirty towel on the floor, then motioned for me to follow him. Jay led me out into a living room area and as I looked around I could see we were in the basement of a house. The walls had old, wood paneling broken in places, the carpet looked liked it was from 1960, there was no ceiling, just the joists showing the floor above with wires and pipes crisscrossing seemingly at will. Jay dropped his big body into a tore up recliner, grabbed his glass pipe, and soon clouds of smoke were circling his head. I walked over, kneeled between his big thighs, craned my neck and opened my mouth silently begging for his smoke. Jay pressed his mouth over mine, passing his smoke to me as he exhaled, filling my lungs with chem fused toxins, adding to my rush. I didn’t care where I was, the drugs and whore in me just wanted more. We continued like that for a few minutes before Jay handed me the pipe and let me hit it on my own, before giving me another booty bump. He then led me back into the bedroom, opened a cardboard box that was on the floor in the corner with the word “SHEILA” written in black letters on it, pulled out a wig, some red lace panties and bra and tossed them at me. “Put those on, now, Pastor Mike will be here soon,” Jay growled. I looked at him, shook my head, and said, “Yeah, no. I don’t think so man. I don’t mind taking any dick you want, but this….fuck no.” Jay took two giant strides and crossed the room to me, spun me with his left hand and with his right put me back in a half-nelson as he rammed his now hard dick into my ass making me cry out. “HHHHMMMM….I can see you a sassy whore and you will pay for that when we have more time as you have no idea what a real rough fuck feels like yet. Feel my arm around that neck? Huh? DON’T FUCK WITH ME! You heard the rules, now do as I say. Pastor Mike is a freak and I don’t want to hear another word out of you except Yes Sir, and from him – well cash talks so you better fucking make him happy because trust – I could pass you to some brothas who would slice and dice that hole as soon as look at you.” I was shaking a bit now as Jay let me go and loomed over me as I stood in front of the mirror over the dresser and put on the wig and panties and the bra, leaving that undone in the back as I frankly had no idea how to hook it. Jay shoved some more crystal up my ass, then hooked the bra and said, “Stand facing the wall. Here, light this pipe when I come back on.” Jay then closed the door, I heard the stairs groan as he walked upstairs, then the sound of a car in the driveway, footsteps above, more sound on the stairs, and voices. The door to the bedroom opened behind me, I lit the crack pipe, inhaling the chem and eager for the high as Jay’s voice filled the room, “Mrs. Rogers? Your boy Mike’s here to see you.” I stayed as I was, hitting the pipe as the door closed and a soft, confidant, masculine voice said, “Hi Momma. They told me where you was here. It’s OK Momma. I’m here now.” What the fuck? Freak did not even begin to explain this shit. Pastor Mike walked up behind me, gently ran his hands over my back, down my legs, then reached around and took the pipe and lighter out of my hands. I heard him hit the pipe and when he exhaled he said, “Come on Momma, don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss your boy?” I started to speak and Pastor Mike said, “Sshhhh Momma, it’s OK, I know you’re happy to see me,” before he reached around and held the pipe back out in front of me. I took it, took a hit myself as I needed to be high for this, and as I did heard him unzip his pants. I set the pipe in the ashtray on the bed as Pastor Mike began rubbing his hard dick against my ass. I wanted to be fucked so bad again now, so I took my hands and pulled the panties down to my knees, bent over, and waited. I could hear Pastor Mike stroking his dick and moaning and I thought maybe he had changed his mind, but then I felt him fumble as he tried to push it into my ass with no lube or anything. Luckily I was wet from Jay’s fuck, so I arched my back a little to help guide him and gasped when he plunged into my hole. Pastor Mike was fucking me raw even though the condoms were within reach. I wondered if he knew I had infected cum up there, but then came back to reality as he started mumbling, “Oh Momma, it’s been so long since I have felt your hot pussy Momma, oh Momma, you miss me? It’s OK, all the bad men are gone now Momma, it’s just you and me. Just you and me. OH FUCK, FUCK MOMMA, I’M SO CLOSE, SO…NO NOT NOW…PLEASE MOMMA, NOT….UGHHHH…FUCK….UGH……” Pastor Mike grabbed my hips as his body shuddered and he cummed in my ass. I remembered Jay’s Rule #1, so as soon as the Pastor’s dick slipped out of my ass and he pulled back I spun around, dropped to my knees, took his limp dick in my mouth and began sucking him clean. “OH FUCK, NO, PLEASE DON’T MOMMA, NO, PLEASE, NO PLEASE, OHHH, OHHH, OH…” He did not push me away and his dick quickly engorged and soon spurted a thick hot load down my throat. As soon as he finished, Pastor Mike yanked his pants up, hastily buckled them, and flung open the bedroom door and stumbled out. Jay quickly closed the door and I stayed where I was until I heard the car leave and Jay came back into the room. I stood up, Jay looked so serious as he walked over to me, shoved two fingers up my cum filled ass making me stand on my tippy-toes, then smiled and said, “You a freak! Damn you nasty! You made Pastor Mike one happy son-of-a-bitch, fucker gave me $200! Look at that!” I smiled back at Jay, sat down on the bed, the springs of the mattress on the edge cutting into my thighs, while I got out of the get up he made me wear. I was still not happy about that and Jay could tell as he grabbed the stuff, tossed it back into the box where it came from and said, “Look, I know. Weird shit. But like I said, whore rules so fucking deal with it. You like getting dicked right? Did he cum in you? Yeah? DAMN! Let me taste.” I stood back up and bent over and just as Jay shoved his bearded face into my cummy hole we both heard the roar of a truck and two doors slam. Jay stood up, wiped his face, “Hit your pipe. Your next appointment is here.” As Jay closed the door and went upstairs, I savored the smoke and hoped to get a bit lost in the high. Who knows, maybe Pastor Mike had some nasty dick and if not, maybe I gave him something with my ass. The bedroom door banged open, two black guys walked in both wearing bright construction worker vests, work boots, and bandanas over their face. One of them spoke up, “Get over here bitch, lick my balls.” While he undid his pants and I scrambled over, the other guy unzipped his, positioned himself behind me, slammed in and pumped away. He was not that big so I took it with ease as I licked and cleaned the first guy’s hairy, sweaty ball sac. The fucking barely lasted a minute before blasting my ass, soon followed by his buddy and I was quickly alone again with Jay. “How much for that?” I asked him as I walked out into the living room, my ass dripping cum down the back of my legs. Jay held up two $20s, “A couple Jackson’s, that’s all right. Now let me taste that pussy.” Several more calls by Jay to folks he knew, a couple of visitor’s later and a lot more drugs, and I was feeling super wired and shaky and begging for Jay to slam fuck me. All these dudes had been pretty average size and after Jay, I wanted some real beef! Jay laughed and said, “You just wait, next up is the biggest dick on the block.” About 10 minutes later the doorbell rang, Jay stomped upstairs and I sat in his leather chair and was working a crystal shard into my wet and sloppy hole when he came back down. “You got to be fucking kidding me!” I murmured. The guy following Jay was old, I mean like 70 at least and looked at me with a sneer of disgust as he stepped off the final stair. Jay spoke up, “This here’s Mr. Wells. Mr. Wells taught all us boys how things work, you know. He bought us our first joint, girly mag, showed us where the good pussy hustled, ain’t that right Mr. Wells.” Mr. Wells then smiled like a wolf who just corned the dumbest rabbit around and said, “I don’t usually go in for white cooch, but Jay here told me all about your goings on today and I do enjoy fucking up a good boy pussy once in a while. What say you and me spend a little time in the back.” Mr. Wells then shuffled to the bedroom, I looked at Jay hoping this was a joke, but he was smiling and waved me on, so I meekly followed. Mr. Wells was sitting on the side of the bed when I walked in. I tried to ignore him as I grabbed the pipe, took a hit and thought that hell, Pastor Mike was better than this. I turned and Mr. Wells was now pointing at his shoes. “Help me with these,” he said, “I should have worn my loafers.” I untied his shoes, helped him pull his pants down, and as he stood up and shifted his boxers off his hips I gasped at the size of his dick. HOLY SHIT, HIS DICK WAS ALMOST AS BIG AS JAY’S AND NOT EVEN HARD!! Mr. Wells smiled, laughed a little, and said, “I never get tired of seeing that look. That’s why all the boys trusted me. If I said something was good pussy, well they knew I meant it. So are you? You good pussy?” I smiled back, stroked his long, black dick, rolled the super long foreskin between my fingers and flicked out my tongue to taste the wetness peaking through. “Oh yeah, I’m good, so let’s see what you got Sir because my pussy needs filling.” Mr. Wells laid back on the bed as I kneeled on the floor and started to slowly suck his big dick. Fuck damn he was huge! I am sure he had a hard time finding anyone who could take him and glad I was open and my hole was even hungrier now seeing how big he was. I sucked on his dick until my jaws ached, the whole time Mr. Wells barely made a noise but I knew he liked it as his dick got nice and hard. When I could not take it anymore I stood up, bent over, wiggled my ass at him and begged, “Please fuck me.” Mr. Wells stood up, squirted out some lotion from the bottle as he said, “I don’t put fucking rubbers on. Never have, and ain’t about to start now. That all right?” I couldn’t hold back, I needed it so bad and blurted, “FUCK YEAH! I want it raw – I got a pussy full of cum ready for you to fuck me deep.” Mr. Wells chuckled a little as he tried to work the head in my hole. Even as open as I was it seemed difficult so I kept adjusting my stance and height, trying to find the right angle until at last his head burst through. I threw my head back, the silent cry caught in my throat, my skin suddenly covered in goose bumps as Mr. Wells began hitting spots I didn’t know existed. He just chuckled as he continued to slowly prod at my tore up hole and I got more and more worked up, begging for him to slam me, but he didn’t, he just kept a slow and steady pace, raw fucking me with the biggest dick on the block. I was getting more and more verbal, begging him to fuck me deeper, harder, to cum in me, and finally he just laughed, eased out, and said, “Oh I did. Shot twice nice and deep. Haven’t done that in a while and pretty sure you got the ‘package’ now if you didn’t already. Been HIV+ for oh, 25 years or so now and every pussy I fuck gets it. Never taken a pill a day in my life, so good and potent. I know Jay will be looking to get up in there again and he was right, you’re a pretty good whore for a white boy.” I turned and kneeled to suck Mr. Wells off but he brushed me aside and said, “Just help me get those shoes back on will you?” He must have shot real deep as I was barely leaking anything and started to wonder if he had lied about that and infecting me when he opened the door and went out. I followed and was surprised to find Jay speaking to another man who was sitting in the other recliner dressed to the nines in a navy blue suit and a pale blue tie. His skin was dark black, his head was shaved and his face clean shaven; his eyes sparkled and he appeared to be about Jay’s size. I instantly felt week at the knees as I watched him exhale a hit from the crack pipe as he looked at me and winked. Mr. Wells laughed and said, “Ha – I should have know you’d be sniffing around if Jay had something good. You were always the bad one Lex, wanting to snatch away any scrap. You behave yourself now and I must say, that hole may not be any good for you now and that little pickle you carrying – ha ha.” I stood by the door as Jay grabbed Mr. Wells by the arm, guided him to the stairs, and started walking up with him as they said their goodbyes. I continued to stare at the new man – Lex – as he hit the pipe and my ass twitched. I suddenly felt exposed so stepped back into the bedroom, pulled one of the dirty sheets off the bed and wrapped it around me before I walked back out. Lex was smiling as I came out and held the pipe he was smoking out to me. I glanced at the gold chain bracelets and rings he was wearing as he said, “I can assume Jay has corrupted you thoroughly and you have had some already.” Damn he had one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard. My knees buckled again. I replied, “I’m sure there is still a lot of corruption left to be done – well I hope so anyways!” Lex smiled again as I took the pipe, did my own hit and was surprised when I opened my eyes and saw he had his mouth open. I bent forward, my right hand planted on his muscular left thigh as I leaned in and shared my smoke with him. Lex exhaled the smoke, slid his well manicured hands into the folds of the sheet and pulled me closer to him so I ended up in his lap, his mouth feverishly covering me with urgent, deep kisses. I tried to get up as Jay came down the stairs, but Lex held me firm. Jay laughed as he settled back in his chair, “Old Mr. Wells. Damn you are a good whore. You put a smile on his face for damn sure and he said he could feel your pussy walls massaging every inch of his dick like some fancy masseuse. That’s high praise coming from him. Fuck. We used to envy all the pussy that man had, didn’t we Lex?” Lex just mumbled, “Hhhmmm….,” and tried kissing me gain as I pulled back so I could hit the pipe. Jay laughed, “Lex, Griz, and me, we were the worst. Out of all of us, Mr. Wells called us the Holy Trinity and not cause we were good mind you. Because we were so bad. Especially Lex here. Right Lex?” Again Lex did not reply, but this time he pushed me away from him, stood up, did a two-finger salute to Jay, and pushed me in front of him towards the bedroom. Once inside, Lex closed and locked the door, turned and smiled and said, “I hear you want to get delivered the ‘package’. So let me see that ass so I can show you what brown can do for you.” I laughed and did not have the heart to tell him what Mr. Wells had said, so I just bent over and said, “Please fuck me like a whore. Slam it hard! I want it to hurt good when you deliver.” Lex paused, growled a little, “You sure, because hell, don’t get me wrong. I may clean up nice, but I’m not soft and will rape the fuck out of you if that’s what you want. You need a hood fuck?” I stood back up, walked over to Lex who was laying his dress clothes neatly on the back of the chair and hungrily stroked his hard dick that was poking out of his silk boxers. His dick was as big as Jay’s with a wicked down curve and a head that was even fatter than Griz’s. I grabbed his t-shirt, shoved a bit of it in my mouth and tied it behind my head as I looked up into his eyes. Lex smiled, shook his head, “Now who showed you that old trick? Jay or Mr. Wells? Both? It doesn’t matter. But I have a few of my own.” Lex grabbed my wrists and using his pale blue, silk tie, tied my hands behind my back. I sighed as my whole body trembled with need. Lex finished undressing, stepped me over to the end of the dresser, kicked my feet back about 18 inches so my torso was pressed against the dresser, grabbed my wrists tight with his silk tie and said, “Good thing that hole is wet little rabbit,” as he slammed into me. About 20 minutes later Jay pounded on the bedroom door, “What’s going on? You didn’t fucking fall asleep did you Lex? Come on man. Time is money here. I told you that. Fuck alright. I’m going to grab some takeout. Will be back soon.” As Jay’s truck rumbled to life in the driveway, Lex buried his dick to the hilt for what felt like the thousandth time and said, “Welcome to whore boot camp – day 1.”

as a breeding top I prefer the perspective of stealthing a neg hole!

This is a true story that took place 4 years ago. I've had plenty of "massages" over the years that ended with some sort of sex. This time though I had over done it at the gym while traveling for work and wanted a proper massage to undo the kinks in my back and legs. I like to support young gay masseuses as they are starting their business and I found Adam online. I got an appointment, went to the spa, completed the paperwork and signed the form that stated there would be absolutely no sex before, during, or after the treatment. There were still several other workers and patients in the facility at the time, once Adam and I were in the room I explained where the trouble spots were and got undressed. I prefer to not be covered by a sheet as the movement of the sheet makes me more aware that I'm naked and Adam was ok with not using a sheet. I laid face down on the bed and happened to have my hands hanging over the sides. As the massage progressed and Adam moved around he would accidently brush against my hands. At one point I began to wonder if it was an accident when there was a noticable bump when he brushed by. It became obvious that he wasn't wearing underwear under his baggy jeans. Eventually he worked on my legs and as he reached up to do my hamstrings he stroked my ball sack. By the time he was ready for me to roll over I was fully aroused so flipped on my back with my cock standing proud. He didn't comment but continued to work my legs, chest, and abs. Suddenly Adam bent over and licked my nipples which caused me to gasp. Then he slid down and took my entire cock into his mouth and began to suck me off. I'm very vocal and started to moan quietly. After a couple of minutes he spun me sideways so that my head was hanging off one side and my ass was hanging off the other. Adam then dropped to his knees and gave me an awesome rim job, alternating licking, kissing, and tongue fucking me. At this point my moaning got louder. Without warning Adam stood up and rammed his cock into my ass. He pounded me using only has spit and a bit of massage oil for lube. It was hard, fast, and deep which caused my eyes to roll back in my head from the pleasure of him hitting my prostate and the moans that escaped my mouth with every thrust were anything but quiet. Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore he stroked my cock making me shoot my load all the way to my chin. As a I shuddered around him he grunted and I felt his cock expand has he spewed his load deep in my guts. When the cum stopped flowing and he pulled out I was left covered in my cum with his load dripping out of my ass and totally unable to move. He never asked if he could fuck me, never asked if he could do it bare, and definitely didn't ask if he could breed me --- it was one of the hottest fucks I've ever had and I still jerk off thinking about the masseuse Adam from Edmonton, Alberta.

After already having breakfast and coffee I was doing some writing. I looked at the time and realized it was getting late. I checked the time and saw it was already 10 am. I closed what I was writing and went to see where Wayne and Don were. Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to find them as they were on the chairs relaxing. I hopped out of the chair and jumped up on Don and gave him a kiss and a hug. I went over to Wayne and gave him a kiss and a hug as well. I said, "Can we do the pictures now..please. I still want to go around the campground taking pictures too". Wayne looked at me said, "Oh I guess we can go ahead and do it.". Don looked over at me too and said, "Get some underwear you want to wear." I smiled and jumped up in down in excitement. I said to Don, "I already picked out the underwear. It's on the bed why don't you go and take a look.". Don got out of the chair and walked to the bedroom. I went to my suitcase on the table and looked at some of the underwear Don gave me as a present. I picked out a white one with yellow around the crotch and the material is also see through. I took the scissors from the drawer and carefully cut the tag. I reached in the suitcase to grab another one and Don is behind me. He asks, "What are you doing?". I looked at him and replied, "Oh, I'm just cutting the tags off of some of these. I thought these would be good as well.". Don laughed and said, "I already got a few pairs for you. Are you ready?". I looked at him and smiled real big and said, "Hell yeah I am.". We both walked to the bedroom and Don immediately hands me a red pair of underwear. I am a little surprised since I've never seen this one before. Don barks at me, "Alright, put it on boy.". I nod my head and slowly put it on. Don holds his camera and says, "Alright on your belly.". I laughed thinking that this is the first position he puts me in. I'm no stranger to taking pictures. It was 3 years ago when Casey first took pictures of me and I was nervous and awkward as hell. Between him, Michael, and a few fuck buds taking pictures of me..well let's just say I have a little practice. As I layed on my belly I arched my back a little and put my legs up and put one over the other. I heard a snap sound and knew that Don was starting. Don commanded next, "Alright on your back.". I got on my back and layed my head against the pillow. I put one hand above my head and lowered the other to my waist and near my cock. I gently rubbed my cock through the underwear and I heard another snap sound. I smiled as I heard the sound of the camera taking a few shots. Don disappeared for a minute and I started rubbing my cock. Don returned with a different pair of underwear, a blue one this time with the ass showing but still looks like briefs. Don saw me getting hard and said, "Oh, posing for pictures get ya hard slut?". I blushed and felt my cock grow. I teased back to Don, "..I'm not a slut..I'm just doing pictures.". Don responded, "Yeah right, you are a slut boy.". I smiled as he said this and I grabbed the second pair of underwear and put it on. Don commanded again, "Get on the front of the bed on you're knees.". I crawled up to the front of the bed and got on my knees. I heard the camera snap again. This time I was told to lay on my side. As I layed on my side I raised the front of my body a tad bit and I pushed up my arms and I turned my head and looked at Don and smiled. I heard another snap and my cock was hard at this point. Don laughed and said, "Alright lets take some with that cock showing now.". I responded, "Yes Sir.". I layed back on the bed and we did a few different shots with my cock out and hard. As we started taking more I started getting a little soft. Don came up on the bed and placed his lips over the head of my cock and started slowly sucking me. Damn it felt good. I figured something like this would happen. I was actually hoping. My cock started getting rock hard again and I started fucking Don's face for a little bit until he pulled off. Damn, I thought to myself. I gave Don a kiss and we went back to taking pictures. Wayne walked in the room. I saw him watching us and I saw his cock starting to grow hard. That beautiful cock of his with the PA. As if possessed I went over to Wayne's cock and I looked up at him. I slowly took his cock into my mouth and started blowing him. I could hear him moan and I could tell he was liking it. I could feel his cock grow harder in my mouth as I was started really going down on his cock. While I was sucking Wayne I heard the camera snap shot made and realized Don was taking pictures. I wasn't focussed on the camera though I was focussed on cock. After I serviced Wayne for a little bit I pulled off. I saw that Don was hard. I crawled over to Don and saw him look down at me. I took his cock into my mouth and started slowly sucking him. I could feel his cock grow and I heard more camera camera shots while I was blowing him. Wayne was taking pictures while I was sucking Don. Don pulled away from me and he got on the bed and got on his back. I went back to blowing him. While I was giving Don head Wayne came behind me and I could feel his hard PA cock at my hole. "Fuck, is he going to fuck me?", I thought to myself. Wayne's PA cock was right at my hole and I felt him rub against my hole. He was doing a really good job at teasing me. I felt him start to push in a little. While he was right at my hole Don got up and he started taking pictures of Wayne's cock just about to enter my hole. I thought to myself, "These are going to be some really fucking hot pictures.". I felt a cold substance being poured on my ass and dripping down into my hole. I thought to myself, "Fuck..he's really going to do it.". Don took some more pictures with the spunk lube on my hole and covering my hole and Wayne's cock pushing in. Wayne's cock started to push in and I could feel him slowly enter and I could feel my ass slowly start to open. To my surprise I feel Wayne being pulled off me and Don's cock is at my hole and I hear him say, "I'm hard, I want to take some pictures too.". Wayne just laughs and watches as Don's cock is at my hole and starting to press in. I feel my lube being poured into my hole and I hear more photo snaps being made. I realize that Don is probably just getting a few more pictures. My naiveness never ceases to amaze me as I feel Don's cock start to push into my hole. As Don is slowly pushing in I process everything and ask myself if he's really entering me and if it's really going to happen. He told me he's going to fuck me before I go but I didn't realize he'd do it right before. I feel him push in even more and I breathe deeply and feel my ass start to slowly open. I moan in pleasure as I feel him start to sink into me. "Oh God..", I think to myself as I feel him start to sink in completely. My ass slowly opens but Don starts pumping me anyways. I can only moan and again process that I really am getting fucked. Despite how many times I've been fucked it always feels new and it always feels exciting when I feel a raw cock enter me. But then again, it's not just any cock. That is probably what I was also feeling. I barely had time to think about this as Don starts pumping me and starts pumping me a bit faster. I am not completely open and relaxed but Don keeps fucking me regardless. I feel his hard cock massage my ass and feel him start to push past that second or inner ring. Wayne gets on the bed and gets on his knees and has his hard cock right in front of me. I take his cock into my mouth greedily and start sucking him frantically. As I'm sucking Wayne and I can feel my ass open up even more and Don starts to really fuck me now. I can feel myself starting to let go as Don's fucking me and I can grasp that I'm about to give in. Give into my desires, the pleasure, the lust, and give into Don. Wayne starts fucking my face and I start moving my ass on Don's cock matching his rhythm. I can no longer fight and I can no longer deny the pleasure and the lust. I give in completely and start bucking my ass on Don's cock desperate for him to fuck me and muffle and moan onto Wayne's cock while I blow him. Don starts fucking me even harder and I keep milking his cock with my ass and I can feel him start to tense up and I know what's cumming next. Wayne pulls his dick out of my mouth and starts jacking his cock furiously while I work his pierced nipple. I can tell that both of them are about to blow any minute and I hear Don start to moan and yell and feel his cock being shoved deep in me as he creams me with his load and pumps the remainder of his load in my ass. Wayne also shouts out and I shake a shiver a little after just having that hot fuck from Don and having a good load shot up my ass. I see Wayne shoot his load and as usual it's a big load and it goes everywhere all over his body and some of it lands on me. Don pulls out and I give him a big hug and a kiss. Wayne stays there for a minute with his furry chest covered in cum and I also take a moment. I turn over and look at Don and say, "I can't believe you fucked me..during the photoshoot" Don laughs and says, "Well my cock just fell in your ass again." I laugh and I give him another kiss. I look at Wayne covered in cum and smiling and I give him a kiss too and a hug and say, "Let's take a shower now."

Again down at Bare-ass beach in Minneapolis. I was laying out to enjoy the sun one afternoon. By 3pm I was there for only one hour. No action. I laid on my stomach in hopes of some action. I notice a man with dress pants down in the woods. Must be looking for a quickie. I pushed up my ass to show it off. I was wearing a small lycra bathing suit, showing off my best ass-sets. He took it. He came over dropped to his knees, I took his cock. It was 7 inches, with a nice head. I took it in my mouth. While sucking, he began to play with my ass. I was enjoying it. The place was well hidden from viewers. But could tell there was action. 3 others stopped to watch. "I'm in hurry," he stated. He was dark with blue eyes. Nice built and wore a wedding ring. "So, what do you want?" "Some ass." I got up from the sanding ground and stood up against a leaning tree. He pushed down my suit and play with my hole. He had done this before. He lubed his dick and my hole with the lube I offered him. GUN OIL ROCKS. He pushed in slowly. He moaned. I sighed. He started to push in and out. He was loving it. He kept on saying, "Oh baby, Oh baby." He lasted for 5 minutes and shot in my ass. It was a huge load for some was coming out of my hole. He thanked me and left. Still wearing his dress pants and dress shirt. A nice looking ass he had too. I noticed some guys were watching and jerking off. I noticed a young man in his 20's really getting into it. I winked and offered him some ass. He came over to play with my hole and licked his finger with some ass juice and sperm that was dripping out. He pushed me down and pushed his dick in my ass with one shove. I sighed. It hurt so good. It was 8 inches and thick. I'm glad I was fucked before. He lasted for over 5 minutes. He slowed to make it last longer. "Oh, oh" was all he said. He was not going to last much longer. My ass was gripping his big tool and loving it. Sweat was rolling down my back and his was dripping on my back. "Oh, fuck!!!!!" he finally said. He pulled out and turned me around and kissed me. A long and hard one. I loved it. Cum was dripping out and my suit was completely off by now. He left my happy. I rolled down on to my blanket for a rest.

.....While we had started off trying to be quiet, it had ended up a rather loud verbal fuck. As my focus shifted from Chis I realized several guys were standing around us watching us. None were wearing any towels, and each guy was stroking his hard cock. Chris, moved to a sitting position, still trying to catch his breath after the fuck. As he leaned his back against the wall he looked at me and then at the men. "So, my little bro here just took his first raw load, who wants to be his second?" I was stunned, and lowered my legs, closing off access to my freshly fucked hole and looked up at Chris. His blue eyes were no longer friendly or seductive, inviting me on an adventure with him. They were now a dark icy blue. "Spread your legs bitch" he ordered. I hesitated a bit too long and he slapped me across the face and reached down, and grabbing my ankle forcibly lifting my left leg, while Zach whispered encouragement into my ear "come on, you know you want it.... you just took your first load, you cant stop there".... "You know you want more" and lifted my right knee up to my chest. I looked back at Chris. Fuck I was going to realize both of my fantasies in one night - my nice older brother who seduced me into sex and taught me to be a better bottom had in an instant turned into the sadistic older brother whoring me out to his friends...or in this case, most likely total strangers. For the next hour or so I worked my way seemingly though all of the ethic neighborhoods of Chicago. First a silent blond uncut Slav. He was probably 6'2 or 3, and easily 220 lbs of solid muscle, blond - but with a flatter face with a wide flat nose, not the thin Nordic look from back home, he had a wide strong flat hairless chest and in fact was smooth all the way down to a tangle of dark blonde pubes surrounding a big fat uncut cock. Even hard he had about 1/2 inch of skin covering a massive mushroom head, which he shoved raw into my ass without much ceremony, giving a contented sigh as he filled my ass. "Sweet" he muttered, and proceeded to pump away, keeping his eyes almost closed, his hands wrapped around my ankles which he held high in the air spreading my legs wide, fucking in deep, pulling almost all the way out and then shoving in deep so I could feel his pubes against my ass. Part way through the fuck he pulled all the way out, pulled the skin back reveling his purple head and plunged back into me. While he was fucking me Zach was whispering in my ear, asking how it felt, how I liked taking my second raw dick, knowing I was going to get another load of cum filling my ass......... The Slav was fucking faster now, and soon let out another grunt, opened his eyes a bit wider so that he was looking me in the eyes, "yea. take it, take this fucking load" his thrusts which had been keeping up a steady - if increasingly faster rhythm, grew jerky and and I could feel his cock grow bigger, as he made one, two, three final hard thrusts into me "here's my load" He stayed in me for a moment his hips still, pressed deeply against my ass, as I felt his cock flex, inside me, pumping out its' final spurts of cum. His eyes had closed again while he was coming, they opened slowly as he pulled out, but I could not tell what he was thinking. As he pulled out, Zach pulled him over, and getting on all fours looked up at him and said, 'let me clean that off for you" the Slav let him take his cock into his moth while Zack moaned, I knew he was tasting not only the Slavs cum, but surely Chris's cum too which I am sure was partly trapped under the Slav's foreskin. While Zach was cleaning off the Slav's cock with his mouth, a skinny black guy naked except for a dew rag over his hair shoved his big coal black cut cock into my ass "sweet baby, you do have a fine white pussy"..."ya - take my nigga cock. ....you know you want it ....you fucking white whore".... "all you white boys want it and you are going to get it". He was probably only 19 or 20. 5'8, 'maybe' 5'9 with a tight lean build with a tiny 27' waist which made his cock look even bigger. He looked the type that probably wore his jeans baggy with no belt showing off his ass in tight boxer briefs. Like the Slav he was also fairly smooth, but his short tightly curled pubes felt differently against my ass, and it was hot to get a glimpse of his pits, filled with the same short tightly curled black hair that surrounded his cock. His 'hot' racial talk was not exactly a turn on for me... although he was my first black cock, which was, I hated to admit a turn on, I always thought I was too PC for getting turned on just by getting fucked by a black guy... but then hell, up until an hour or so I was too PC to even have let I guy I was dating fuck me without a condom, much less let a line of guys I had never met before, so I let his racial talk flow over me. But what really turned me on was that the guy REALLY did know how to FUCK!. He was almost as as good as Chris, maybe his technique was even better, Chris had just been a hotter fuck because of my whole brother fantasy. And sure the size of the black cock helped... but I had had a really boring fuck once from a guy with a dick just as big, but this kid really knew how to use it.... it was a good hard fuck. He fucked me for a good 15 minuets without letting up, changing his tempo, fast, then slow, sometimes he would pump just the head of his cock in and out of my ass lips, then just as I was getting used to that, he would slam the full length all the way into me, causing me to let out a moan and my cock to twitch, "you like that white boy? you like my big raw nigga dick in that white faggot pussy" he seemed content to fuck me, and keep up the racial patter one sided, then he pulled out and didn't come back into me again "So faggot I asked you a question. Do you like it?" ..... I didn't answer fast enough "I asked a question faggot" "Yes", "Yes What? faggot" "I want your cock", "ya boy?" How do you want it?...Tell me faggot, what kind of cock do ou want". Now as I mentioned I was a good PC liberal guy and had actually never used the word before. but now I said it with full meaning, afraid if I didn't say it, and make it sound like I believed it, he really would walk away without giving me his load " Fuck me... please,,, Fuck me ...raw ....." I took a breath ...."with that monster raw nigger cock of yours ....breed my white faggot ass.... please...." "you got it bitch" and he slammed in hard. One second my ass had been empty, the next second I had all 8-1/2" of fat raw niger dick in my ass. He fuck hard and fast for another minute before announcing loudly enough for all of the guys around us "Here cums a nice big raw load of niga cum for your sloppy cunt you fucking little white faggot slut" his dark brown eyes were staring right into me as he shot his load, and I wondered if the racial 'play' might not have been 'play' for him.... maybe he got off on breeding white guys. (I would find out later that he did, and with good reason, considering what a group of white poz tops had done to him one night a year before, but I didn't know that then, it would be another year before I learned that story... and by that time I had grown enough to enjoy the session he and his friends would give me), And right then I didn't really have too much time to think about it as he pulled his dick out of my ass without much ceremony and shoved it into Zachs mouth to have 'the pretty little white cocksucker clean off his niga cock" An Asian guy was sliding his dick into me. he was probably in his mid thirties average height and average build but his cock was anything but average, it was really skinny, - I mean really skinny with just a small tapered head at the tip, but it was at the tip of the longest cock I had ever seen, It was even longer than the black kids or Chris's, so long that he hit spots that had never been reached inside of me before. (So much for all Asians having small cocks) and he was I was sure, shoving my first three loads of cum even deeper into my guts. While I was taking his cock I looked to my right and saw that Zack, still on all fours, was taking a dick up his ass while now sucking off another guy. Looking to my left I saw Chris, his dick was hard again and he leaned over to kiss me and then whispered in my ear "It is turning me on so fucking much watching you become a total bareback cum whore" I reached over to grab his cock but he took my hand away and told me "don't worry, you will get to feel it again, I am really looking forward to feeling how sloppy your hole is going to be next time I fuck it" when the Asian guy came, I couldn't really feel it - but I knew it from how his hips jerked into me and then stopped as me muttered under his breath. His eye had been closed the whole time he was fucking me and he only glanced at me briefly as he pulled out and moved over, both to have Zach clean it off as well as make way for the next guy was was very eager to get into me. He was a stereotypical college frat boy, 5'11", maybe 6' sold jock body from working out (he looked like he had at least one letter jacket in the closet back home) with short dark hair with sideburns and just a bit of hair across his chest. He clearly thought he was gods gift to women, and that a mere faggot like me was lucky to have him fuck me (although later, on other nights, when it took him a few more drinks than normal to get up the courage to come to the baths I would see him close to passed out being passed around taking more raw dicks up his ass than I did that 1st night, but again I am getting ahead of myself) .... 'take my cock you fucking faggot cunt, faggot ,,,, ya I'm going to breed your fagot pussy' I felt sorry for the women I am sure he fucked after a frat party, - he was a lousy fuck, his only saving grace was he did have a nice sized cock, and he was so turned on that I didn't have to listen to too many more variations of "ya fag take my jock cock up your sweet faggot pussy"... "fuck you're a sweeter fuck than my girlfriend"....."ya,... you really know how to service a real man don't you faggot" before he shot his load into me and pulled out. Next was an Italian Daddy..... easily mid 50's but decent build, dark olive skin with thick fur across his chest and a trail down to a thick bush, he had a gold chain around his neck with some religious medal on it, a wedding ring on his finger, only a bit of a paunch, with a nice cock. Most importantly he was as an experienced fuck as the jock boy had been inexperienced... but then, he clearly had had many more years of experience. While I had been almost bored by the jocks fuck (well at least as bored as one can be taking ones 5th unprotected load ever, as part of ones first train run) the Daddy had clearly been turned on watching me take the kids fuck. He leaned down and started telling me how I was the same age as is son, and switched over to me being his son and how it was hot watching my best friend from college fuck me, and "now he was going to fill me up with the same cum that made me", how... "my ass was a sweeter fuck than your moms pussy" mixed in with frequent "ya take your daddy's dick"..."take your daddy's raw cock son". The father/son role play did nothing for me, it was even kind of a turn off, it just seemed a bit creepy....the only family 'play' that turned me on I was big brothers. And I had found my big brother and I had him, or had had him, and he was still right next to me and had just promised to fuck me again, and that was all that I wanted really. But suddenly I was getting turned on..... not by the Daddy/son role play...but because all that Daddy/son talk was turning HIM on..... every time he called me "son" every time he talked about his "raw daddies cock knocking up his boy" I could feel his cock throb and get harder.... and I was getting turned on by turning him on.... as I looked over I cold see Chris's cock was even harder than before, but every time some bottom came up and tried to suck his cock - or in anyway service him, he brushed them aside... he was watching me..... watching me submit to him by taking any cock he told me to take, And THAT I could tell was turning HIM on. It was a two for one. By submitting the the Dad's fantasy I was turning him on AND I was turning Chris on at the same time. All those years I thought I had been a good bottom, but now I was truly discovering what it meant to be a good bottom... I needed to be the bottom that the TOP wanted/needed me to be.... it didn't mater what I wanted or liked.... I needed to fulfill THEIR fantasy, if they wanted me to beg for their 'nigger cum' I would, if I needed to pretend that the jock boy was the best fuck I had ever had, next time he fucked me I would. Chris and I locked eyes again, and the coldness was gone, it had been replaced instead with the most amazing look of hunger and wanting I had ever seen. I saw pre cum leaking out of his cockhead and I realized that my own cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt. I turned back to the Daddy, "Fuck me Daddy" I moaned. "Oh ya...fuck me like you fuck mom"..... "Fill me with the same cum that made me".... "please, please fuck me daddy, fuck me"...."Knock me up"..."make your boy pregnant" The daddy leaned down and shoved his tongue in my mouth, which was kind of hot, he was the first guy in the train run who had kissed me, the rest had just used my ass, which was hot in its own way to just being used, but Daddy was as good a kisser as he was a fuck, and it added to the intensity of the role play. He thrust hard with his hips.... moaning into my mouth..... "Oh fuck ya Nick, take it"... "take your Daddy's cum Nick"....And boy did he give it to me. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing as he shot load after load of cum in his ass, It was maybe one of the longer orgasm I had ever given a top.... I could only hope that one day he would actually be able to fuck his son, who I assumed was named Nick. Cause, Nick, if you are reading this, I can tell you, your Dad is one heck of an amazing fuck... you have no idea what you are missing After the Daddy pulled out, Zach went down to clean him off, and Chris rolled back on top of me, effectively ending the train run for now, while he started to fuck my mouth his his tongue I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my ankles at the bottom of his ass cheeks, in hopes of pulling his cock back inside of me, I could feel the head right at my ass lips, teasing my hole, but instead of entering me, he whispered in my ear asking me if I wanted to come back to their room, "Fuck ya!!!" I said. Zach seemed to know what was going on and made short work of cleaning off the daddy's cock just as the guy that had been fucking him was loudly cumming in his ass. I had lost track of who or how many guys had fucked a load inot Zach while I was getting fucked, but I had the feeling that he had been keeping up with me.... not to mention that he had had a head start on taking loads earlier in the evening. Zach joined us as we walked to their room, this time Chris gave me my towel to wear, I was kind of disappointed that Zach seemed to be joining us, as I would have loved a one on one with Chris. ---- to be continued.