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Last summer I had been through a stressful few weeks at work and I really needed a break. I took a couple of days annual leave and booked myself a long weekend in my favourite place in the world - Hamburg. I have quite a few friends there but this time I didn't tell anyone I was going to be there - I just wanted to spend some time on my own relaxing. I also had not had much sex for a while and fully intended taking advantage of all that Hamburg has to offer in terms of clubs and cruising grounds. I flew in to Hamburg on the Friday morning, checked in to my hotel, had a freshen up and went in to town. I wandered around the shops for while and about four o'clock I went in to a Starbucks in the centre of town. The lad who served me was a fit young blond lad with floppy hair. He smiled engagingly as he served me and I took my drink upstairs and settled in a comfortable chair. I was beginning to unwind now and I was in no hurry to move as I listened to the chilled out music they were playing and enjoyed my drink. It wasn't particularly busy in there and after a while the lad who served me came upstairs and began to clear tables and tidy up. He was a fit lad and as I watched him bend over tables to clear them I got a good look at his arse and as he bent over further, his shirt rode up and I could see the top of his pants and his arse crack. My mind began to wander and I began to imagine pulling his pants down and bending him over the table. I had just got to the point in my fantasy where I had finished rimming him and was just pushing my cock up his tight arse when I suddenly felt someone was watching me. I looked across and met the eyes of a smartly dressed dark haired guy who was sitting on his own with a laptop and a coffee. . He looked to be in his early thirties, dressed in a smart shirt and tie, dark trousers and smart shoes. He was looking straight at me, a knowing look in his eyes and as I looked back at him, he looked at the lad's arse and grinned at me. I had been well and truly busted, but I didn't really care. The lad finished clearing the tables and went back downstairs. By now the place had thinned out and there was no one else near us. I looked over to the dark haired guy again and he smiled. He leaned back a little and spread his legs, giving me a good view of the outline of what looked like a fairly big cock through his dark trousers. No one else could see him and he took hold of the bulge in his trousers and began to run his hand over it. I looked at him and ran my tongue over my lips. He grinned again. I didn't really think it was going to go any further but then he closed his lap top and put it in his bag. He got up and as he walked towards me he looked right at me. He then indicated behind me and I realised he was heading for the toilets. He looked at me again just before he entered the toilet and the look was unmistakeable. I waited a minute or two and then I made my way in to the toilet. There was no one at the urinals and I could see the first cubicle was empty. The door to the second was open and I pushed it. He was in there, standing as if he was pissing - but I knew he wasn't. Within seconds I was sitting on the toilet and he was standing in front of me. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his smart designer pants. I had guessed his cock was pretty big when I saw the outline through his trousers but it wasn't just big - it was fucking huge! I leaned forward and took it into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and he was really getting into it. I could tell he was fairly close to coming and, although I knew we had to be quick, I didn't want it to be over too quickly. I pulled off his cock and motioned him to turn round. He turned round and tried to bend over but it was too cramped to get my tongue up him so he bent over the toilet and I pushed his shirt up over his back, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up him. His arse was hairy, but his shit hole was even hairier and I enjoyed every minute of licking his hole out, moving down every now and the to lick his big hairy balls. After a while he stood up and reached into his bag. I thought he was going to produce a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. He looked at me questioningly and indicated that he wanted me to bend over the toilet. I nodded. I am mostly a top and to be honest I had hoped I might get to fuck him but I was so horny now I really wanted that big hairy cock right up me. Soon I was lubed up and bent over the toilet and he was pushing his bare cock against my hole. I hadn't been fucked in a while and I won't pretend it didn't hurt as he pushed slowly but surely right up my arse. He began to fuck me and soon I was enjoying every minute of it. The fact that we were fucking in the toilet of a coffee house in the centre of a busy city made it even more of a turn on. He was thrusting his cock up me hard and fast now and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Just when I thought it couldn't get any hornier, he pushed me forward and I bent right over the toilet as he banged me even harder and groaned and I knew he was shooting his load right up me. He kept thrusting and I knew I was taking a big load up my unprotected arse. We were both out of breath as I stood up. He kissed me and then pushed my head down towards his cock. It was clear what he wanted me to do and I bent forward and took the cock that had just been up my arse into my mouth and licked it clean. There was no one about when we left the toilet and he winked at me as he went downstairs and out in to the street. I went downstairs and ordered another drink and as I sat upstairs sipping my drink they were playing "Waterloo Sunset" by the Kinks. I could feel the stress of the last few weeks melting away. I could also feel the nice warm sensation of a big load of spunk up my arse.

My Dad and I used to fuck around. Yeah, my real Dad. But I thought we had moved past it, until he fucked me again over Christmas this year. It all started when I was younger and Mom went back to work full time In the evenings. Evidently this put a real crimp in my father's sex life, and so I ended up filling in. I mean, I had heard my parents having sex. A lot. My room was right next to theirs and sometimes they weren't quiet. You see, when I was growing-up, my family was very hippie liberal. Lots of nudity. Sex was discussed from an early age. I took occasional baths with my father, or sat and kept him company while he bathed. I also knew about his porn collection and would often sneak viewings of it after school. There were a lot of Playboy magazines, but also some real hard core stuff. Anyway, when Mom went back to work, Dad started masturbating in the evenings. I know as much because I could hear the porn videos and the faint squeaking of his bed. He also almost never closed his door all the way. Being curious, and a bit twisted I guess, I started sneaking out into the hallway and watching him. It was strangely erotic watching my own father masturbate and shoot his load. Erotic, but also shameful. I knew it was wrong, but I still got hard. Eventually he caught me spying. I figured he was going to go apeshit, but all he did was call me into his bedroom. "You might as well get comfortable and have a wank too," he told me. That's how it started. Every night we would watch porn and jack off together. But then one night he put his hands behind his head and told me he was tired and I should jack him off. And I did. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand. He came quickly and it ran down my hand. I was excited by and ashamed of what I had just done. But I didn't stop. Soon after it was "You know, I could sure go for a blowjob like in the videos." And again, I gave him what he wanted. I had already experimented by having given blowjobs to my cousin and my best friend and a couple of other guys, so I was good at it. Apparently my Dad noticed my skill and appreciated the fact. I still remember the first time I blew him and being rewarded with a mouthful of his saltiness, and the compliment "Damn, you're good at that!" After that I was his cock sucker. We rarely talked-- just got naked, watched the porn, and I would blow him. The whole time I was fairly conflicted about the arrangement. Here I was, horny, getting sex almost every night (when I didn't have late school functions or excessive homework). But the sex was with my Dad. Within a year or two, we transitioned to fucking. I don't really remember what prompted the change, but one night just as I was getting into sucking him he pulled me off saying "I wanna try something different tonight." With the porn playing, Dad had me get on all fours. He got out a tube of KY, smeared some on my hole, some more on his cock, and then started to push his dick into me. It hurt. A lot. It took a few tries and a lot more KY, but he managed to get all the way inside me. "Damn you are TIGHT!" I remember him saying. And then he started humping me. For me, this was a lot different than the blowjobs. Sucking Dad's dick was much less of a transgression in my eyes. I was just helping him masturbate with my mouth or something. But now I was being fucked, and that just seemed wrong. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading. It was something that a wife (my Mom) should be for-- not me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that I was in my parents' bed, letting my Dad have his way with my ass. I zoned out watching the big-titted woman on the video getting butt fucked as well. I remember wondering of she actually enjoyed it or not. Then Dad tensed up, an I knew he was cumming inside my ass. I also noticed that the fucking left me rock hard. While my father cleaned up, I jacked off, full of hot shame. We fucked a lot after that, not a lot of talking. And always from behind. Eventually I moved out of my parents' house. After that, divorces, jobs, his new girlfriends and marriages kept me safe from any repeat sessions. Until this past Christmas. He came to visit me for a couple days, alone. His newest girlfriend had to work so she couldn't make the trip. To be honest, the thought of us having sex again hadn't really even crossed my mind. I had come to terms with what we had done, and realized that he was probably responsible for my fetish for older 'daddies', but that was it. Besides, my Dad was around 60 by this time. Well, evidently the men in my family are always horny bastards. We had been drinking and watching football games when it was time for bed. I got him set up in his room and retired to mine. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when suddenly I felt him. It really startled me! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed. "I think you know" he said. And I did. I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass. Dad wanted sex, and as much as my adult self was repulsed by the idea (and truth be told, with him, at least at that moment), I knew I would relent. I would again give up my ass to Dad, even after all this time. I pulled off my boxers and started digging in my night stand for the necessary stuff. I lubed up my ass, then reached back and lubed up my father's cock. It was thick and heavy in my hand. And familiar. So much like my own cock now. I assumed the position, and took a hit of poppers. "Son, are those drugs?" he asked. "No, Dad, they're just poppers. They help me relax." Hrmph was all he said as he thrust into me. So many thoughts and feelings swirled in my mind while Dad used my ass for his pleasure. I was ashamed for what I was doing, of what I was allowing him to do, and also ashamed that my cock was hard and that the sensation of Dad's cock sliding in and out of me was such a turn on. It didn't take him long before he was wheezing and squirting his load into me, donating his sperm and his DNA as he had done decades earlier in creating me. When he was done, he pulled out and slunk back to his room for the night. And I was left to jack off in hot shame, turned on like the bottom cum whore that I am. The bottom cum whore that Dad had made.

Just took a load from a hot older latino. He ate out my ass while I sucked his cock. Once we were both lubed up with spit, he pulled me to the side of the bed and then slid his 8.5 dick in my hole. Fucked me hard, teasing my hole and slaming deep. After 20 mins or so I felt his breathing change and he asked me if I wanted his poz cum. I begged him for it and his pace increased. He growled as he unloadrd in me, cum running down his balls. I came so hard, without even touching myself, streaks of cum staining the sheets.

I've been getting myself on a habit of working out four days a week, trying to maintain my pleasantly cub-esque form, and have been fairly happy with the results thus far. The gym is in San Francisco, and while it's not a 'gay gym' officially, about 90% of its members are the same guys you'll see at the Eagle Tavern donning their leather and smoking their cigars later on. As a result, I've always found this gym to be a fucking turn-on with the ripe mansmells, the beards and chain collars, and the almost mandatory eye-fucking of one another. The place is sexually charged. I normally work out Monday-Thursday after my office closes. I've tried going to the gym with my coworkers who basically do all cardio, no lifting, and the place is filled with early 20's girls in their yoga pants and the gym "bro" type grunting to show off to the aforementioned girls. That place wasn't for me. This week I found myself too busy with work on Thursday so that I wasn't able to make it to the gym before it closed. Friday and Saturday are usually a night of drinking with a few friends, or slutting around by some means (which I did end up doing, by getting my hole bred by a hot Latino bear both nights into the wee hours). Therefore, I found myself waking up early to get there on Sunday before it got busy. I was still pretty tired from the long nights before, but could either sleep for the rest of the day or go find something (someone?) else to do. As I had anticipated, the gym was fairly empty when I got there. A few older men on the cardio machines, not even watching each other but rather watching the news. I figured I'd be in and out within an hour. Getting changed in the locker room, tumbleweeds could've rolled by, it was empty! I stripped down to change and enjoyed a free moment to just let everything hang out. The smell of this locker room always made my dick chub up a bit, and my hole pucker. I stuck one leg up on the bench so that I could reach back and finger my hole a bit. Still wet with cum from the night before, still loose. I started with two fingers, then worked up to three fingers; This was heaven. I started to hear footsteps on the tiled floor so quickly quit my shenanigans and started getting into my gym garb. The footsteps approached me and I looked to my left to see a beautiful, mid-40s man opening his locker. He sported a full, dark beard, huge biceps and a baseball cap that basically said "I don't give a shit". I tried to be subtle while I glanced down to what he was sporting below the waist. Some mighty toned calves (friends don't let friends skip leg day!) and a sizeable package pushing the front of his shorts forward. I stood up, locked my locker and caught his eye, at which point he gave me a smirk. My hole puckered again. The gym floor was still empty and I had access to all of the weights I wanted. I decided it should be chest day and made my way to the rarely-empty press bench. Racked em up, got down and started to pump. After my third set I saw the same daddy from the locker room approaching, and dead stopped in front of me. I unplugged my earbuds and looked up at him stuttering something like "uh, s-sorry, 2 more sets, I promise". His voice was just as sexy as he was, deep and confident when he responded "No, it wasn't that. I used to be a trainer and I think you could be benching more...." I thought about what he said and he was right. I had planned on taking it easy today since my coffee hadn't even kicked in, but I should've been taking it seriously. "You're right. I can handle more" I responded. He grabbed two nearby 35 pound weights and slid them onto the bars, adding about 15 more pounds than my last record. "Think you can handle that?" he inquired, looking me dead in the eyes. While nervous, I wanted to impress this guy. "Sure, no problem" I said, trying to hide the trepidation in my voice. This would be a challenge, I knew. I think he saw right through me and added "I'll spot you, just in case." He positioned himself above my head and I caught a smell of his ripe balls, which made my cock jump. I had hoped he hadn't noticed. FOCUS, I told myself, but it was hard. Halfway through the first set I started struggling, but Daddy was right there to cheer me on. "You got this, keep breathing. Three more, almost done. Two more. One aaand done. Nice job kid." I was sweating already, probably half from the workout and half from this quintessential man hovering over me. "Take a few minutes and then we can finish your last set". I didn't know if I had another one in me but I wasn't about to say no. When I got back down under him I could see his shorts slightly tenting... and then I caught it. He had positioned himself just right so that I could somewhat see up the leg of his shorts and what a sight it was. A veiny, uncut cock, semi-hard that looked wide enough to tear me open. My heart was racing, but I took a deep breath and tried to get back to the task at hand. I made it through five of my eight reps and that was all I could do. I was a bit embarrassed failing in front of him but he just gave me this picture-perfect smile and said "Good job!", which made my heart flutter again. We introduced ourselves, me and Chris and him as Tom, I said thanks, and we parted to finish our workouts. Through the rest of my workout, he was always somewhat nearby on another machine or bench, working those massive biceps. I couldn't help but continue to steal glances, and caught the fact that I wasn't exactly being subtle about it. I was redeemed by the fact that I caught him doing the same thing a few times. After a pretty hefty session, I called it quits since I could barely lift my arms at that point. Daddy was nowhere to be found so I couldn't say goodbye, and I headed for the showers. I crammed my sweat-drenched jock and clothes into the locker, grabbed my favorite soap (gym-provided soaps always suck) and made my way, towel wrapped around my waist, to the showers). Two of the six shower stalls were occupied when I arrived so I took my favorite one at the end. They had plastic walls and doors so there was, unfortunately, no peeking. A few minutes into my shower I found my dick would just not go down, and my hole needed some fingers crammed up there to play with that load of cum from the night before. I started to furiously jack my own cock, while ramming three fingers in and out of my battered cunt. This wouldn't take long, especially after Tom's obvious teasing. I was lost in the moment on the verge of orgasm when I heard my door open and shut, and tried to cover myself to turn around when I saw Tom in his naked glory coming in behind me. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest but he wasn't about to play the hey, will you wash my back for me? game. Instead, he grabbed my by the back of my head and forcefully kissed me. Wow this man could kiss, and his beard brushing my face felt so good. When we broke off the kiss, I just looked at him unsure of what to say. "C'mon boy, I saw your mouth watering when you looked up my shorts. I knew exactly what you wanted. I saw you fingering your hole in the locker room before getting dressed." Shit, he saw that? Well, no harm I guess if this was the result. I looked down at his cock, and damn! At full mast it was even more impressive: veiny, thick, uncut and about nine inches long. I definitely hadn't seen one like that in a long time. When he noticed me looking down, he chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you wanted it," and with that he pulled me in for another deep, wet kiss. I felt his hand creeping down my back to my furry ass, and then felt one of his fingers prod at my hole. "Well, looks like someone beat me to the punch. How fresh is that load, boy?" I could feel myself blushing. "Last night..." "Hmmmm, so it's not from this morning? Well, we'll just have to fix that. Push some out for me." Flushed, I pushed out as much cum as I could into his waiting hand. He brought it up to his face and took a quick lick at it. I saw his dick throb harder when he did that, and he brought his still-cummy hand down to his cock, smearing that slime all over it. WIthout another word, he pushed my hands up against the wall and lined up his cock with my hole. I was glad, at that moment, that I had been fingering my hole all morning because a cock like his was meant for destruction. "You want this, boy?" "Mmmmmm" was all I could mutter out, getting the feeling he was going to give it to me whether I liked it or not. Hi lined up that foreskin-lined-head of his cock right up against my hole, and I pushed my hole out to try to ease the entry. As he pushed forward a bit, I felt the head pop in and I shuddered. It hurt a bit, but nothing unbearable. Then he shoved in a few more inches, brushing hard against my prostate, at which point a giant gob of precum decided to puddle around and drip off of my own rod. "Ready for the rest?" he asked. "Yes, please give it to me" I whimpered, lost in the ecstasy and taboo of getting fucked in the shower. And he did, he gave it to me, all of it. In one long stroke, he bottomed out in my hole, making me gasp loudly into steamy air. Quickly, he used his right hand to cover my mouth, quite tightly, and stayed perfectly still. "Shhhh boy, we don't want to attract any uninvited attention. I don't want to lose my membership here, I just started!" With that, he began thrusting in and out, slowly. My ass felt so full, so perfect at that time. The way my ass should always feel. This is what I needed, something more intense and primal than just pump 'n' dump from the bar. He started picking up pace and really battering my swollen hole. Every time his head brushed my prostate I shuddered, and more precum leaked out of my cock. This was bliss. He began long-dicking me, all the way out, then all the way in. Every time he pulled out my hole was left gaping, which just made him getting back in that much easier. "God boy, that load in your hole feels so good oozing around my cock. I'm gonna blow soon. You want that?" "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes SIR" I whispered, ready to do what EVER this man wanted. "You like servicing men?" "Yes!" "I'm not going to say this again. Yes what?" "Yes SIR, I live to service men!" "Good fucker. Your hole is meant for it." He started to furiously thrust his cock all the way into my guts, causing a pleasure/pain that was indescribable. I couldn't stand it anymore and reached down to stroke my own cock. Suddenly, his hand flew down to my wrist and snatched it away from my poor neglected dick. "If you like servicing men, you need to learn that that's your job. Your dick doesn't have anything to do with that!" Like a dejected puppy, I just whimpered "Yes, SIR." My cock was so hard that it hurt, but he was right. He grabbed my other wrist and crossed my arms behind my back with a deadly grip. "Just be quiet boy, I'm almost there." Using my restrained arms for leverage, he pummeled my hole until I felt his cock growing even fatter. My hole was making sloppy sounds around it and then his arm flew around my neck and held me there while he emptied his balls into my guts, as deep as his cock could go. He held me there, my slightly choking around his massive bicep while he shot volley after volley of seed into my swollen hole. After several minutes of sitting just like that, my own cock still straining for attention, he slowly slid out. His load went so deep in me, nothing could possibly fall out at this point. Tom turned me around and looked me in the eye before pulling me in for a no less passionate kiss than before. "I want more of that hole." I nearly jumped with excitement at the prospect of getting another intense session like that. "Yeah? When?" "Later today." Well there we go, I had plans for the afternoon. We wandered out of the shower, drying off, and heading back to our neighboring lockers. While getting dressed, I had to ask. "So when?" "Give me your phone." "Okay" I said, handing it to him. "You're a slow learner, aren't you?" It took me a minute, before realizing the error I had made. "Yes SIR," I responded, taking pride in the fact that I had figured out what he meant. "Better. We'll work on that. Here," he said, handing my phone back to me. He had entered his contact information and an address, not far from the gym, and a time. "You come take care of this cock again, and then you can come to my Superbowl party." "Yes SIR, sounds like fun." I figured a few beers and hotwings after a wild day would be a good way to relax. "You mind helping out at the party, boy?" "No, not at all SIR." "Good, I can always use a bit of help at these things." "Yes SIR, I can do that." "Good. It was nice to... um... meet you, Chris" he said with a wink. All dressed, he grabbed his duffel bag and headed toward the exit. He stopped in his tracks and turned around: "I don't want you touching that cock, or emptying out my load. Got it?" "Yes SIR, got it. I'll just go find some clean clothes and get something to eat, and then I'll head over." "Just wear what you've got on, it's nothing fancy" he responded, with a little evil in his eyes. "But my jock is pretty much soaked fr-" he cut me off at that. "I know, boy. Do as I say, and you'll be rewarded." "Yes SIR, understood." "I'll see you then." He grabbed a muscle milk from the cashier and headed out the door. I was close to follow and I caught a glimpse of him getting into the passenger side of another man's truck, who must have been waiting for him. From inside the truck he caught my eye and I smiled, and then he turned over to talk to the other man and pointed at me with a big grin on his face. The driver grew his own big shit-eating grin and they drove off. I couldn't help but wonder what he said to the other guy, but I imagine it was something along the lines of "That's the dumb slut I just bred in the shower who was whimpering like a fag as I fucked him."., just a few hours to get something to eat before I head over to his place to ride that dick again, and enjoy some Superbowl festivities...

---continue--- Life’s been hectic for a few days and forgot about the app. Me and my bf were messaging back and forth on a day he was bored at work but couldn’t get away and I was home alone. I was horny so thought I’d check the app. I logged on and had a few messages, one being from my very own bf. BF: So, I see you are on here. Shit, he saw me on here. Why didn't he say anything and waited for a reply here? Me: Just chatting to people and such, say’s right in my profile hun. You? I asked him wondering what he’ll say, wasn't long before he did message me back on the app BF: The same, interesting people on here. Me: defiantly, keep having to block people wanting to hookup only. BF: I hear you, back to texting babe. With that he resumed sending just text messages about whatever we were talking about. I checked other messages, mostly from other people I did just chat with. Caught up with them when I noticed I was growing hard. I knew my bf wouldn't be out of work for several hours. I decided to contact that guy again. Me: Hey. The guy: Hey, how are you feeling? Me: Pretty good, but bored. You? The guy: Horny as fuck. Me: Cum over. I need cum in me now. The guy: Sure thing stud. Be there in 15 minutes. With that he went offline; I kept texting my bf while I got ready. I unlocked my door, cleaned out, took my clothes off. I was lying in my bed when the guy came in. Surprising he brought two new guys with. I put my phone down ignoring my bf for the now 3 cocks that were going to go inside of me. Each guy got dressed and slowly jacked off while I went and got face down in my bed. The guy who’s fucked me before teased my hole with his cock head. I started to moan and wanted to remember this moment for some reason. Me: Hey, mind if we video this with my camera? *I point to my webcam on the desk* The guy: Do what the cheating slut asks. *one of the guys turns it on* The guy: for your boyfriend slut? the guy asked as he slid his cock in me/ Me: When the time is right. Yeah, fuck me. And that’s all that was said for over an hour and a half with the exception of moaning and grunting. Each guy must have blown two loads in me each. I only knew of the one guy’s status. One of the guys mounted me for one last amazing fuck. He was going slower than he did the other few times and more verbal which then I found out his status too. Guy: Yeah take it pig. Me: mmhmm. Guy: Take my toxic nut to your boyfriend. *he slams into me* Me: fuck yeah! Guy: Will you share my poz cum with your bitch?! *he starts fucking faster* Me: FUCK YES! *he’s going balls deep with what I just can only imagine is a beer can thick 9” cock* Me: HE’LL ACCEPT YOUR GIFT THROUGH ME! Guy: HERE’S MY TOXIC SEED SLUT!!! He again came inside of me. He slowly moved his dick out of my cummy hole. He then goes and fingers me a few times, lightly scratching the walls of my ass. I felt helpless laying in a pool of my sweat enjoying the glow from an amazing fuck session. Soon, he stopped and got dressed. He left shortly after with the rest of them. I still haven’t cum and went back to my phone. A few messages from my bf where there and I told him I ran out of juice and didn't notice till a while ago. He bought it. I asked what his evening plans were, he said just chilling at home playing games. I suggested we go out to eat to a nice restaurant and get a motel room for the night. He liked the idea so I went to book it. He sent me a text to forget the condoms. Pfft, like I was going to bring them. I then remembered something while getting off my now sweat drenched bed. I went to my computer, smiled to the camera; and then stopped the recording. I got out my butt plug and put it in its right place before I went to my shower to get cleaned off for the night. =====that’s it===== I'm very busy so don't expect another chapter soon. I have a few other ideas’ I want to write. This probably wasn't the best chapter. Oh well. : P

I'd always been a pretty straight laced guy. At the age of 30, I'd done my share of partying, but had never lost my head. I'd been safe, responsible. I was proud to reach 30 without ever contracting an STD. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a stiff. I'd experimented with drugs (weed, coke, Tina, g, e) but nothing too major. And I drank. Man, could I toss back the booze! On the particular February night this story takes place, I'd done just that. One drink at eight had turned into multiple drinks at different bars. I'm a fairly decent looking guy, so I've always been able to flirt at least a shot out of a bartender. By the time I stumbled into my apartment, it was 3:00 A.M. and I was trashed. So, I did what any drunk horny homo does: I got online. Usually, I dirty chat until I pass out but, tonight was different. Almost immediately I saw someone I knew: Justin. Justin was a very hot guy I'd fooled around with a couple of times and then lost track of - the way you can with tricks. He had a huge cock, but was always kind of boring in bed. He was pretty vanilla and never had the throw-down that I wanted. So, you can imagine my shock when he typed "Come over. I'm going to slam for the first time and I want you here." Now, I'd never slammed before, in fact I rarely did Tina. I didn't like the fact that I had difficulty getting hard and cumming when I partied. But, to watch a friend get slammed and party who I didn't know particularly well intrigued me. My rising cock sealed the deal. I was out the door and on the way to his house within five minutes. When I got there, the door man buzzed me into the building without even checking with him. I guess I was expected. I got on the elevator and I thought, I'm not going to party even if there's smoking. I'm going to watch him get slammed, see how slutty he gets, and jack off. That's all. This plan was confirmed when the door was opened not by Justin, but by someone else, who introduced himself saying "Hi, I'm Mark." "Hi Mark. Where's Justin?" "Oh, he's in the bathroom getting ready. Come in." Mark had answered the door shirtless and as i looked at his face and body all I could think was, Mark is poz, probably with a high viral load. He had defined muscles, but the were very pale with veins prominent everywhere. When he shook my hand, I noticed his nails were really long and looked kind of sharp, which was weird. Well, I thought, I'm definitely not partying. Do not want to loose my inhibitions with this guy. I walked into the apartment and found Justin getting out of the shower. "Hey, bro!" he said. "Glad you can make it! I really want someone here I can trust." His body was just as amazing as I remembered. t was hard not to stare, he was so beautiful. His dick, even soft, hung longer than my dick when hard. "No worries. The idea gets me hard, man! Watching you get chemmed!" "It does?" He reached out and felt my rising cock in my jeans. "Fuck yeah, dude. I didn't even know you partied!" "Only on occasion. In fact, I'm taking a hiatus to Tina for awhile, and want to end it with a bang." He started unzipping my jeans. I grabbed him and kissed him hard. "Let's get you fucked up, man!" We went into his bedroom. Mark had laid out three full needles in a tray. "Oh, Mark" I said, "Just in case one of those is for me, I can't tonight. I have work early and can't get fucked up - I'll watch you, 'tho." "Really?" he asked, "cause your dick seems to say otherwise" as he extracted my now hard cock out of my boxers. "I know, man. I wish I could, but really, I have to be responsible tonight." "It's cool. I understand." Justin sat down on a chair, worked a belt around his arm and started pumping his fist. His cock looked like it wanted action, so I started stroking it. "Yeah, Ryan!" he moaned. "Keep doing that. I need a distraction if I'm gonna do this." I knelt down and started sucking his now hard cock. It was so big, I had to concentrate to get it in my throat. "Just keep thinking about him, bro, and enjoy it!" Mark said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark prepare a point, and ever so slowly he inserted it into one of Justin's now prominent veins. I knew Justin was hit - he sucked in his breath, held it, and coughed. This had the mark of a good session. Mark undid the belt and pushed Justin's newly pointed arm up over his head. I sucked his cock down to the pubes and forced myself to hold steady, notwithstanding I really was on the verge of gagging. While I was not interested in any chem involvement, I was very interested in satisfying my slutty tendencies by pleasuring myself (and Justin). Justin leaned back, head against the wall, arm resting on his head. All he said was "Oh, fuck!" "You sure you don't want one?" Mark leaned in and asked me. I shook my head no, Justin's cock still in my mouth. Then, quite abruptly, Justin pushed my head off his cock and stood up, swaying a little. I got to my feet and moved to balance him. "You okay, bro?" "I need to go to the bathroom" as he stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. "How much did you give him?" I asked Mark. "Not much. Certainly not enough that he should have a bad reaction." "I'll go check on him." I walked to the bathroom door and I knocked. "Justin? You okay?" The door opened and Justin gestured me in. "I'm fine" he said. "More than fine." He grabbed me and pushed me up against the door, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I was stunned. Justin had never been aggressive before, but this new behavior was what I wanted. I moaned my approval of the animal the slam had brought-out in him. "I was just pretending" he whispered, continuing "I just met that guy online and, between you and me, I think he's poz." "I thought so, too" I replied quietly. "I think he might be full blown." "Really? Fuck. That crossed my mind. That's why I did this. Go out there and tell him I'm sick. I'll come out in a minute and tell him I just need to go to bed, that I got too much T. Then, you tell him you'll stay to make sure I'm okay. After he's gone, we'll fuck like sluts!" He shoved his tongue into my mouth again, grinding his dripping cock into my crotch. Pulling back, he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me around, bending me over the sink. Pushing my head into the mirror, he ground his cock into my ass crack, which, I thought, was a whole lot more interesting than if I blew him and simultaneously jacked-off. Just as long as I didn't party. Roughly pulling my head back up, he whispered "Get out there, bitch - and get rid of him." Pushing my cock back into my jeans, I zipped up and left the bathroom to find Mark was sitting on the bed. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Naw, man. He must be a light weight. He's really sick. It was kind of gross." "Fuck. Does he need to go to the hospital?" Before I had to come-up with a reply, the bathroom door opened and Justin stumbled over towards us, and unsteadily moved to crash on the bed, only to slide off the edge of the mattress and end-up sitting on his ass at the foot of the bed. Damn, he's good, I thought. For a second even I was convinced by his act. "I'm so sorry, Mark, I've gotta crash" said Justin as I moved to help him onto his bed. "It's okay. It happens - even to those with experience. It's just a matter of chemistry." I felt a little guilty, doing this to Mark. He seemed like an okay guy, especially for a dealer. And as for his supplies, well, at least some were now wasted. But, at the same time, I needed to feel Justin touch me again like he had in the bathroom. I liked his aggression and was happy to play along if I got a good fucking out of him. "I think I need to rest. Ryan?" Justin weakly asked. "Yeah?" "Will you stay in case I get sick again?" "Sure." "I think I should go," Mark said as he started to put his shirt back on. As he turned from me, I saw a bio-hazard tattoo on the small of his back. Yep, definitely a good thing he was leaving. "Sorry, Mark" Justin continued. I could not get over what a good actor he was. I almost believed he was sick. "I'll talk later." "No problem, really. Don't get up. Rest." "I'll walk you out," I offered. When we reached the door Mark turned to me saying "Glad you're here to watch him." "Yeah, it's no trouble" I said, thinking about how I hoped to be taken care of as soon as he was gone. "If you need anything, or if you want to party sometime, here's my card." He slid his card into my front pocket, letting his hand slide down and then up my hard on. "Thanks, Mark. I might take you up on that." He smiled and walked down the hall. I closed the door, waited a second, locked it, and rushed back to the bedroom. Justin had put on some porn and was standing up, stroking his eight inch cock. "Damn, I thought he'd never leave!" he said. "Come here, boy." Eagerly, I walked up to him. He grabbed me, and planted another intense kiss on my mouth. "Strip!" Without thinking, I dropped my trousers and pulled my shirt off over my head while I kicked off my shoes. "Faster, bitch" Justin said, lightly slapping my face. Damn! Dominate too? This had all the markings of a hot session, particularly as both times Justin and I had had sex, I'd fucked him and our experiences had been very vanilla. This was a whole new side of him, a dimension I liked - a lot. I stepped out of my boxers and stood before him naked, as I reached for cock, only to have him slap my hand away. "Did I say you could touch me, faggot?" he (almost) snarled. "No." "No, what, bitch?" "No sir!" "That's right! Are you going to do what I say?" "Yes sir!" "Everything I say?" "Yes sir!" "You better, faggot, or I will punish you. Believe me!" My hard cock was dripping pre-cum. This was exactly the kind of scene about which I'd fantasized, but hadn't had the guts to actually investigate. I knew I would do anything he said, no question. I felt the part of my brain that made rational choices slowly disappearing. "On your knees, bitch!" I quickly sank to my knees, opening my mouth and moving towards the beautiful cock I was prepared to worship. Justin slapped my face away. "Did I say suck it, faggot? Huh?" "No sir." "Did I even say open your mouth?" "No sir!" "If you can't obey, boy, I'll tie you down and make you obey." Th thought made my cock (and asshole) twitch. Would I let Justin tie me up? I'd never been tied up before. The copious stream of pre-cum seeping down my shaft and onto my balls told me all I needed to know. "Now, stand up." I did as I was told. Although I suspected it might get get me in trouble, I couldn't resist taking scooping up and tasting some of my pre-cum. Fuck! I love the taste of cum! Justin let me suck my finger dry before the punishment came. "Stupid faggot!" he yelled. "Too addicted to cum to listen to simple instructions?" "Yes sir." "Lay down on the bed." I had never tasted Justin's cum. When we fooled around in the past, it had always been very safe. I wondered if I'd get to taste his cum tonight. Now in his dominate, uninhibited, tweaked up state, anything was possible. I wasn't moving fast enough. Slap! Again I was ordered "Lay on the bed, you fucking faggot bitch!" Justin slammed me to the bed. Part of me wondered if his neighbors could hear us, but another part of me couldn't care less. It wasn't my apartment. "Stretch your arms out," he ordered. I did what I was told. Justin pulled ropes out from a night table and tied my hands to the bed posts. Ropes in his nightstand? Had he been planning this all along? Surely not, but what other explanation was there? Had Justin's range of sexual interests changed? For that matter, the question briefly crossed my mind Just how good of an actor was Justin? Had I walked into an elaborate scene he had concocted to get me tied up and helpless? I had come to his apartment thinking I'd be in charge. How wrong my expectations were. In any event, any worries I had melted away with the thought of his amazing cock, and the possibility that I might get to swallow his cum. I wanted to taste him so badly, to feel him shoot his load down my throat. I hoped he'd pull out a little, letting a blast or two land on my tongue so that I could savor it before swallowing it. "I'm going to breed you tonight, boy." Quickly I was pulled out of my fantasy. Breed me? I had never had a bare dick in my ass before, let alone had anyone cum in my hole. I was negative and proud of it. Breed me? This had gone too far. "No, man. No unsafe sex." Justin slapped my face, harder this time. Much harder. I was stunned. "You don't get to say no, boy. In fact, I'm going to make sure you beg for it!" It was then that I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Shit! Someone else was in the apartment. My heart started to race. I pulled on my ropes, but they were too tight. I couldn't get away. It was then that it finally sank in just how helpless I was. I started screaming. Another slap. "Shut up, bitch!" Just slid his belt over my arm. I was trying to absorb Justin's intentions when I saw Mark who said to Justin "Hold his arm down." But how had he gotten back in? I had seen him walking down the hall and had locked the door. Then I began to understand what was at issue: Mark wasn't merely Justin's dealer. Whatever the relationship between the two, Mark apparently had a copy of the key to Justin's apartment. I'd been played. Justin looked down at me and told said "Have you figured it out yet, bitch? Huh? Mark is my master, the way I will be yours. After tonight you will not only be my slave to do with as I please, when and where I please, but you will also have the glorious gift he has given me." I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab on my arm and felt a needle stick me. Mark was inserting a needle into my arm, he draw a small amount of blood, and then the contents of the needle disappeared into my arm. Before I knew what happened a surge of warmth invaded my arm and quickly moved throughout my entire body. For a second I couldn't breath and then coughed, and again coughed harder. Then the transformation commenced: my mind moved from its normal plane of existence and I found myself to be a new man, a different man. Not a man. A boy. A bitch. A hole. And I needed to be used. I needed to be filled. I heard myself moaning uncontrollably as the slam hit me. Wave after wave of it. I couldn't stop moaning the word Fuck. "See?" Mark said. "I told you this would be good." "Oh my god!" I moaned. "Fuck!" I felt a hunger inside me I'd never felt before. I needed to be fucked and I needed to be fucked now! I wiggled my ass around on the bed. "That's it, you fucking whore! You aren't going to fight me anymore, are you?" I shook my head no, still riding the uncontrollable waves of pleasure the slam had brought me. Why hadn't I done this before? "Even when I want to breed your cunt?" I shook my head again. "Say it, cunt!" "No sir!" "You'll beg for it, won't you slut?" "Oh, god! Yes Sir! Please breed me sir!" "Even when I tell you it's a positive load I'll be dumping in you?" "Yes sir, I want your poz load!" "When my master dumps his load in you, you'll beg then too, won't you, faggot?" "Yes sir, I want all the cum I can get!" "That's right. And you were right, boy. He is toxic. His viral load and cell count make him almost full blown. But, that makes you want it even more, doesn't it, bitch?" But, before I could let the thought really take hold, I smelled something under my nose. A hand held my mouth and one nostril shut, forcing me to inhale deeply from my only open airway. Poppers. English, by the strength. I was flying. I knew I'd let and do anything for these two. Even if they untied me. At this point, I wouldn't leave. "Yes sir!" I responded as the poppers traveled to my other nostril. "Good boy!" My new master said. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them over my head. I felt my neck strain as my body was bent in half. Without lube, without warning, what I'd been craving since the needle left my arm was given to me. I felt the head of his dick push into my hungry asshole. The pain was excruciating. But, it only turned me on more. Mark leaned down to my face, held it towards his, spit in it, and said "You are starting to feel it, aren't you? Pain is becoming pleasure to you, isn't it? That will increase. In time, we will teach you to feel even the most intense, brutal pain as pleasure, but your mind and your cock will scream from more. You will need pain to become aroused. Pleasure, sex, your body, your soul, your life. After tonight, none of it will be the same." Justin's cock was all the way in at this point. He had slowly pushed the full length into me, massaging my prostate. I thought I might shoot my load right then, no touching. But, as quickly as that pleasure and gentleness came, it was gone. Justin pulled all the way out of my ass in one quick move that made me gasp. Nothing happened for a moment. I heard a noise to my side. It sounded as if something was being sprayed. "That's it, slave" Mark whispered. "Feel it." Justin slammed back into me, his full length going in so far, I screamed in pain. A new rag was put in my mouth. There was something on it, a chemical. I could tell right away because it was cold. "Breath that in through your mouth," Mark said. "Deeply." I did what I was told. My head started to spin. Between the Tina, the poppers, and this new cold chemical, I had never felt so overwhelmed. Tears streamed down my face from pain, yet my lust and desire were never stronger. I needed more. I wanted more. I moaned for more. "What do you want, bitch?" Justin asked me, as he continued to power fuck my twisted, bound body. Mark pulled the rag from my mouth. I heard the spray sound again. "Everything, sir!" I cried. "You want to be my boy?" Justin asked. "Yes sir!" I moaned. "You want me to use you? Hurt you?" "Please, sir!" "You want me to own you, cunt?" "Oh, god! Yes, Sir!" "Well, you know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked. In another sudden move, his cock was out of my ass. I felt empty. I expected a sudden power thrust that would send me back to the wonderland where pain was becoming pleasure. But, it didn't come. I got nothing. My ass squirmed, seeking blindly for my master's dick. "Oh no, bitch! Not until you tell me. Do you know what you have to do?" "Yes sir." I said, still squirming. I had never felt this empty inside. "And what is that, boy?" The chemical rag was back in mouth, stronger than before. Mark plugged my nose. I had no choice. I inhaled deeply. He removed the rag. "I have to take your master's cum, sir." "Good boy. And why, faggot?" I felt his hand brush against my gaping asshole. I shivered, wanting it to slip inside, needing anything to fill me, replace what was missing. "Because he will give me the gift, sir." "So you do listen, boy. Very good. And you will take this gift from my master?" "Yes sir." "Knowing that we will not stop using you, abusing you, until we are sure you have the gift?" "Yes sir!” "You have pleased your master and my master with this. You quickly have learned that you are not important, just as I am not important to him and he is not important to his master." "His master?" I asked, excited at the possibility of even more men using me. "Yes. His master: AIDS. He is it's bitch. And, soon, you will be it's bitch, too. But, first, you have to ask for it. You have to want it. Only then will I own you." I didn't think. Beyond want, I knew what I needed. I asked. "Please, sir!" "Please what? You have to say it, bitch!" "Please infect me with AIDS. I need it. I need it inside me. I need to be owned by you, master. Please! I'll do anything!" "That's all you needed to say, boy." I heard some movement on the bed and I wondered what was happening. Even though no one was holding my legs, I still kept them wide in the air, hoping. I didn't have to wait long. I had never been this turned on in my entire 30 years. I wanted everything from these men. I needed it. In the matter of one hour, I had changed from a guy valued his negative status, one who never took risks, a guy who fundamentally wanted a regular relationship into a moaning, pleading, bitch who would do anything to make my master happy, even if it meant taking highly toxic loads in my ass. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted more. I felt the head of a dick brush my hole. I moaned. I was going crazy and they new it. From between my legs, I heard Mark say "You stupid fucking faggot!" He pushed inside me, all the way. I moaned in pleasure. His cock was not nearly as big as Justin's, but it was definitely thicker. Feeling my hole stretch in a new way drove me even wilder. "Oh, god, yes! Fuck me!" "You like that poison cock, bitch?" "Fuck yes, sir! I love it!" Mark pushed two fingers into my ass, along with his cock. I had no idea why, but I knew I loved be filled even more! "There's no turning back now, bitch" I heard Justin say. He had taken Mark's place as the devil whispering in my ear. "Do you know what he's doing to you? He's digging into you with his fingernails. Those long nails of his. They are sharp. There's no way it won't take now!" Knowing that Mark was cutting into me, mixing his precum and soon his cum not just into my asshole but directly into my blood caused a lust in me I can't explain. This was happening. Up until know, it wasn't just talk. It would happen. I trembled. An orgasm greater than I've ever experienced rocked my entire body. I shook and moaned uncontrollably as shot after shot of my cum flew, hitting me in the chest,face, and hair. I could feel cum dripping under my blindfold, starting to burn my eyes. "Holy fuck, boy! You're making me-" Mark began to moan. I realized he still had one hand inside me, scraping and scratching me, while his free hand gripped into my leg. His long fingernails sank into my skin, causing me to moan and convulse in pain and pleasure along with his orgasm. I felt shot after shot of his toxic seed shoot into me. With each shot, I knew I would never be the same. Finally his orgasm subsided. I felt his cock begin to slide out of me. My exhausted legs began to fall back to the bed. "Oh, no you don't, faggot!" he said, slapping me sharply where he'd just wounded me. I knew I'd have marks for a while from his claws. "You keep those legs up, boy! Let that cum and blood flow into your body, becoming apart of you." I imagined his virus slowly moving through different parts of my body, taking over. Soon it would be everywhere throughout my body. "I am apart of you now" Mark said. He stood up and crossed to my head, removing my blindfold. "Look," he ordered. "See what I've done? There's no escaping now." I looked down at his thick cock. It was coated in my blood. "Clean it, faggot. Taste what I've done to you." I had no time to protest before they both grabbed my head and forced Mark's blood-covered cock into my mouth. I gagged. "That's it," he said. That's it." Slowly I started to lick his cock. Leftover cum was still seeping out of his piss slit. My desire took over. I started to suck. The more cum I tasted, the more I wanted it all. "That's it, boy. Become one of us." They continued to roughly push my head into Mark's pubes, but they didn't have to. I had surrendered. The taste of his cum, my blood, and my dirty ass became intoxicating. I wanted it all. When all the flavor was gone, I still continued to suck, hoping for just one more little taste, but, I had gotten it all. Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth and inspected it. "You've pleased me, boy. I think you are ready for the final steps." With that, Justin was back between my legs, forcing his long cock to the hilt. I could feel my hole ripping even more. The pain made me moan, I couldn't take anymore. My orgasm was just as powerful. My drained balls pumped and pumped, but little came out. My dry orgasm rocked my balls with pain as if I'd had blue balls for weeks. This pain caused even more pleasure, making me shake and convulse more. "Do you love it? "Yes" I moaned. "And do you love your master?" "Yes!" "Tell him." I looked right at Justin. Our eyes locked. "I love you, Master." "I love you, too, boy." Justin came, shooting his load into my torn up ass. He fell against my chest, moaning into my chest. I felt his tongue tracing my chest and I'd never felt anything like it. The pleasure was coursing through me along with the virus. Justin raised his head up to mine, his red lips moving towards mine. "Now I own you. You belong to me. I control you. You will never again do anything unless I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Justin kissed me. It was the roughest, most passionate, violent kiss I'd ever experienced. "Cleaning my cock binds the deal. Once you clean the cum, shit, and blood from me, we are bound. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." His cock entered my mouth. I knew what I wanted. All of my lust and longing went into licking and sucking him clean. The taste had the same intoxicating effect, causing my cock to stiffen and drip. As I lay, exhausted, bound to my new masters' bed, I knew that I would never be able to leave, escape, even if I wanted to. I was theirs.

It’s been a few days since I saw my boyfriend last. He’s always working and it doesn't help I live on one side of the metro while he’s about 20 miles on the other side. He hasn't texted me in a day or two and I was bored and horny today. I decided to re-download an app, hopping just for a little chit chat from people. After looking a while I came across a picture of my boyfriend, I wasn't angry, but annoyed as he told me he never used this app anymore. Then again, I was on. I decided to dropped it and just continue my search for someone to talk too. *received a message* Looked at the guys profile, cute and hot he was looking for fun and friends. I viewed the message. The guy: what are you up too? Me: not much, on from boredom, you? The guy: the same, up for some fun? Me: What kind of fun? The guy: What kind of fun you think I’m asking about. ; ) Me: If it’s hooking up, can’t do, in a relationship. The guy: That doesn't matter. *Image of his cock came through* I looked, and saw possibly the biggest cock I've seen, thick, veiny, and hard. Me: Very nice cock sir. If I wasn't taken I’d definitely blow you or let you plow me The guy: Your boyfriend doesn't need to know, what’s your address? I was tempted, I haven’t bottomed for a long time Since I started dating my boyfriend. He’s always the bottom and was always the top, it was tempting, but… Me: Sorry, can’t, really tempting, but can’t. The guy: Come on, address. ; ) You know you want my 10”s in you. At this point my cock was hard and I was jacking off like crazing. What I did next I shouldn't have done and hopped to god no one would find out. Me: *gives address* Hurry before I changed my mind.” The guy: Will be there in 10 minutes, have the door open and be face down. I stopped jacking, opened the door slightly then took off my clothing. I laid down in the bed me and my boyfriend slept in many times when he was over. I pre lubed my hole and had a few condoms to the side just in case. I heard the door open, not a word only the sounds of shoes being taken off. Heard someone come into my bedroom and heard cloths being taken off. I heard some clanking then a zipper and then a thud. I could feel he was close. I was now feeling regret that I was now hooking up with someone, but was too late, was too afraid to stop, didn’t know what he would do if I backed out. Slap, slap, slap when his cock on my ass. I ask him about condoms and he said nothing as he push his big mushroom head into ass. I ask him again about condoms and he push his cock in a little bit. It stung and hurt. Only my ass was lubed, his cock wasn't. He kept pushing in, pain was shooting through, I ask him to stop. He didn’t, “I’m almost all the way, relax you cheating slut.” That slightly turned me on. He hit that one point in my ass, pain was being replaced with pleasure, but pain didn't want to go away either. “How much more” I asked. “Want more?” He said then nothing but pain shot through as he pushed balls deep into me. “FUCK!” I screamed. The pain was so much I was crying. He started moving out, one, two, three inches then slamming back into me. This went on for a few minutes. After a while it felt amazing. The pain I had just felt turned to pleasure. He started pulling out more then back in, this was going on till all I could feel was his head. All that you could hear in the room was light moaning, skin slapping, and some grunting. I was so close I nearly came a few times. “I’m close, keep fucking me.” I said, he picked up his pace, then slowed down, picked up, then slowed down, like he’s teasing me. “I’m close” He shoved in again then pulling out, “Here’s my dirty load you cheating slut!” Then he drove his cock into my gut, filling it with his seed. Once he was done filling me he fucked his seed in me for a while, from this I came, I came hard on my bed then collapsing in a pool of my own spunk. He pulled out and before I could get my composure he was already dressed and heading out the door. I didn't think of what he said for a few days and didn't say anything to my boyfriend. My boyfriend came over; slept in the same bed I was fucked in. I fucked him, with a condom, because he has a thing for latex, not really for safety. A few days go past again and I decided to go back onto the app, I was bored, I noticed he left me a message which I thought seemed odd. He was online The guy: Up for round two? I have a few buddies that would also like your hole if you’re interested. ; ) I went to reply to him but clicked on his profile instead. What I noticed wasn't there before, it shocked me. It stated that he was Poz and not on meds. Fuck I thought. That’s what he meant by dirty load. Me: Is your profile correct, you are poz? Are your friends also poz? The guy: Yes, all of us are? So, what you say? Me: … Me: You know the address. My boyfriend texted if I was free that afternoon. I told him I’d get back to him later that day. Then my door opened once again, guess it's too late to back out now. ======that’s it======= I was bored, so I wrote this. This is fictional, this never happened. Hope my spelling and grammar are correct.

To all you bottom sluts out there, do you still do sleepovers and walk of shames or do you leave right after coitus? I must admit, I often like having another round in the morning and love walking home in the morning with a fresh load...

Fuck, what a Saturday night. My regular HIV+ (gone off meds) fuck buddy came around towards midnight. He fucked me almost stupid, and dumped his toxic juice deep inside me. He's not really into fisting, but I asked him if he would oblige. OMG, I had the deepest fisting I have EVER had in my life. Fuck, it was amazing. From the outside, I touched his fingers as he went deeper and deeper into my body. He almost made it to the elbow. Next time, we're going to go for the elbow inside me, too. I have never felt sensations like that before. I felt like my entire soul was being filled by his arm. His dick is big enough, but having that forearm pushing the cum deeper into me, was more than I can describe. I bled a bit, so his poz seed is definitely in my system yet again. I'm quite tender today, but need more of the same - fucker is visiting his brother today and tomorrow, otherwise he would come and service me again this evening. Can't wait for the next time. Fuck, fuck, fuck it was hot.

Not a walk of shame lol but I dont do spend the nights, I might be there all night but no sleeping, Especially if I dont know the person well. You can stuff your fat cock in my ass and I'll suck your cock, but I'm not trusting enough for sleeping in unknown zones lol

as more of top I prefer a bttm to do a sleepover and do the walk of shame this next more after I have loaded him a few more times.

some will certainly care if you are bleeding and it make you feel even worse if they stop fucking you and express disgust let your body heal is my vote

Hi guys...latest update... Went to club Ottawa for blackout thurs jan 28. Got there early to get my favorite room and, of course, simce i get really slutty when i drink, i had about 8 shots of vodka on the way So i get there around 11 AM, head to my room and start loosening my hole with this nice triple ripple butt plug i have along with my fav poppers. I head to the gloryhole booth leaving tje door wide open and presenting my ass to all cummers. BTW guys, when you see that the dude wants to get FUCKED - not fingered, not massaged - so if you don't want to fuck my hole please move along!!! So i swallow a few loads and i love that but was really there to get fucked. So i headed to the dry sauna and started sucking this older guy with a really nice cock. While i was deep-throating him some anonymous stud slid hos hard cock inside me hole. He was gentle at first but tjat quickly changed and i got my first pounding of the day! Omg i love getting fucked! He shot his load in me tje same time i got the load in my mouth - perfect! I kept my ass in the air and waited a few bit sadly no one else took up my offer At club Ottawa there is this back room with a kinda of double bed - i made way back there. A guy was laying on the bed with his hard cock right at the edge so i started sucking. In no time i felt someone move up behind me and start fucking me! I kept lips wrapped around that hard cock while my ass was getting used. My fucker said he was gonna cum so i stood up and leaned back into him telling him to cum in my ass. He was more than happy to unload in me. When he finished i bent back over and resumed sucking cock. Believe, it took mere seseconds for the next cock to slide in me. I really love this shit! One cock dumping in my ass and being quickly replaced by another! The next guy took about two minutes before he unloaded in me. No problem for me though - i was there to take load after load. The guy I was sucking came in my mouth and another guy took his place. By this time i had both an audience and a lineup! I heard guys saying what a slut i was and that just made me even hornier! I love being a slut! After each guy came in my ass someone else quickly took their place. I stopped "counting" after 10 loads. I must have been there for a couple of hours when i needed a break. I stood up and said "Thank you" and headed back to my room. A guy named Ivan followed me into my room, layed me on my back and kissed me as he slowly fucked me. After he came in my ass he asked for my number and i gave it to him. I had a couple hours nap then headed home with cum leaking out of my ass! I truly can't wait for the next blackout thurs!

Why not be 100% open? Doctors are usually smart and realize the only they can help you is if you are honest with them. Mine tried for a couple of sessions to talk me into safe sex but realized very quickly that that is not going to work and that I'd rather change docs than get a rubber anywhere near my cock or ass

John had shown me that I was far from a full-fledged card-carrying top man and once I became poz, he helped me understand my feelings about it, that in fact it was a release of fear that had been holding me back, keeping me in a repressed state of being. Limiting my thoughts, holding back my true desires. He introduced me to an entire new world of sex and allowed me to experience the parts of me I had repressed. Thanks to him, I was transforming into a full time bottom pig, with an insatiable cunt that needed filled with cock, cum, piss, toys or fists. Exposing my hole to men was something he taught me to be proud of and that once I did that regardless of the man, it was my place to pleasure them. That for me, my cock and my cum were last on the list, if at all. He had taken time to train my pussy into a full cunt. He put me in long-term chastity preventing me from using my cock other than to piss through a slit in a tube locked and caging my nads. He taught me it was okay to be verbal, to express myself and not only state what things made my cunt feel good, but to praise the man who was exploring it and using it to pleasure his own cock or his own perversions. He took me through the various forms of kink but through experiencing them in a mutual and sexual way. He wanted me to explore my perversions and extend my reach into those things I had only fantasized about. We had bareback parties, literally every single weekend for nearly 2 ½ years. Our home was well known by the regulars to the point that if things fell through for them on their nights out, they’d swing by our place knowing full well a party was most likely underway with tops, bottoms, and versatile guys there, but always guaranteed my cunt to fuck if they wanted it. They knew the environment was a safe one to feel good about being who you were without hang-ups or judgments. Partying was approved, but it had to be responsible or at least be with a buddy who was monitoring the high. In our sling room men who fucked me were provided with a grease pen to write their first names on one particular portion of the wall. If they were repeats they weren’t to add their name to the list. When I sold that house and had to white wash the room for showing, I counted 232 names on that space. John’s being the first. It was remarkable that that many men had not only been through my front door, but had entered seeded my cunt. Becoming the poz’d cum pig was, as I’ve said a long sequence of life experiences. After becoming one, it seems that the story had only begun. Upon arriving home from work one evening, I was greeted at the door by John holding a shot glass. “Drink up.”, he said, “I just mixed that up for you.” He handed me the shot glass and I looked in it. It was cum. I smiled and downed the shot glass of his fresh load using my tongue to clean it out properly. He had a way of surprising me that way. Another time while watching TV he jumped in the bed with popcorn, one bowl for me, one for him. Mine was “buttered” with his cum after he’d jacked off over it. We were kindred sprits as I liked to recall my habit of sticking my precum drooling cock into guys drinks. Now it was me eating a mans cum freely and willingly in many ways. “ I got another surprise for you” he said. “Two guys are coming by this weekend who are in town visiting. We’re going to have them over early on Saturday before the group party and have a little private one.” He was blurting all this out, obviously excited by the plan as I went in my room and set my things down, getting undressed. “That sounds cool, where are they from.” “Palm Springs and they’re up here for Pride Weekend.” I stripped naked and walked into my bath now fully equipped with my own shower shot, specially ordered by John from Fort Troff sporting an 18” rubber hose for deep cleaning. He sat on the toilet as I got in the shower and began my daily ritual. John taught me that regardless of the prospects, it was my responsibility to always be clean when at home, if anything for him. I found this a good routine as it kept my cunt cleaned out and it also provided a much needed training of flushing my deeper bowel. “Ya, they emailed me responding to the ad for this weekends party. They’re both tops.” I turned my head quickly… “really?” He knew me all too well. I was game for any group session, but it was far and few between I was treated to a room of top men. “yup, both bareback and both are poz.” “Woo Who!” I yelled back as I continued to wash myself. “Hurry up and get out of there” he said leaving the bathroom, “I’m hungry”. I finished washing up and brushed my teeth. I took the clippers out and freshened up my flat top. I ran the trimmers around my nipples and finished drying off. I headed to my room. Although we lived together, John and I had separate bedrooms. This was for several reasons. First, we all need our space. Second, he snored like a freight train. Third, he couldn’t keep his fingers or cock out of my ass, and I could keep my ass or mouth off his cock. We decided early on it was best. It was also nice to “visit” each others room for a little fun from time to time and then still be able to get a good nights sleep. That was important for both of us. Beyond that, we had too much shit to fit into one closet or room and I liked having my dog in the room whereas he didn’t. I walked in my room and John was sitting on my bed and continued on with his news. “They want to party and I told them about how I transformed you to a bottom pig. They’re partners and love breeding poz cunt together, tag teaming them. Here’s their pics.” As I was listening to him, I put on what I usually wore around the house when it was just John and I. I pulled up my black leather chap shorts that left my ass fully exposed and on through the front opening, my chastity clad cock and balls hung freely. At this point I’d been in chastity about 3 months. I wore it 24/7. I looked at the pic and was delighted to see two very handsome men in their mid to late 40’s. One was white, the other black. The white guy looked to be about 6 feet tall, buzz cut and goatee, broad shoulders, muscled hairy pecs, huge protruding nipples, nice guns, and from what I could tell through the jeans well packed. His partner was smooth, a bit taller shaved head, pierced nips, clean-shaven and lean muscled swimmers build. He wore black leather pants and it was hard to make out his crotch. My cock chubbed as much as possible in its restraint but more importantly, my cunt started to ache. That good ache like it was in need of filling. “Fucking hot John.. damn!” “Ya boy, I’m going to film it for them too. They said you could wear a hood, but they wanted to videotape the action and I told them we were good with that. Now turn around for me..” I signaled an approval by shaking my head yes and turned and got up on my bed doggy style as I did nearly every night when John was home. John leaned forward and tasted my cunt running his tongue over it lightly and then sticking his tongue inside me sucking on my ass lips.. “Mmm, fresh meat!” He reached over his right side and I felt the all too familiar coolness of the plug he would insert into me. He placed one hand on the center of my back pressing down so that my ass went up and he twisted and dropped the intruding plug into my cunt, spreading my lips but securing itself against my hole with its leading edge. “Won’t be long we’ll need to move up a size cunt boy” he commented. A single strap went through the end of the plug and snapped into the back of my chaps waist band, while the other looped through the base of my chastity device and snapped back on itself. I stood up and his hands ran to my nipples. “Good boy.. you cleaned them up for me.” “Yes sir.” I replied. Turning back to face him, he placed the black flexible cups over my nipples and released allowing them to draw my nipple fully up into them. First one, then the other. He leaned into me and kissed me fully pressing his tongue into my mouth. Alright, let’s eat. I followed him in the kitchen, letting the dog out the back door and sat at the table. He’d prepared a small meal and we ate talking about the weekend’s prospects and our visitors from out of town. “Look, if we hit it off with these guys, there’s a chance we could stay with them when I take you to Palm Springs. They said they had a huge house and held parties often.” He’d been telling me he was going to take me when the time was right, and I knew it was approaching. When we finished eating I cleaned off the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher and let to dog in. John retired to the den downstairs off the sling room and adjoining play space. He yelled up to me from the basement. “Hey boy, you almost done?” “Yes, just need to finish up the pots and pans.” I replied. “You’re desert is down here.” I knew what that meant. I finished up the kitchen and brought two drinks down to the den. John was sitting in “his chair” as he called it because it was low to the floor but built like a recliner with room for me between his legs. He was wearing a bathrobe and had the news on. I handed him his drink and he pulled me down to him and kissed me, reaching up removing my nipple cups. I knelt down between his outstretched legs and opened his bathrobe exposing his naked body. I sat on the flat pillow on the floor beneath me placing my hands on his thighs; I took his cock in my mouth. I pressed my plug against the hardness offered from the concrete floor and pillow against my ass, pushing into my prostate. He had taught me how to pleasure a cock with my mouth and not to use my hands. Even with those stubborn hardons that slapped back up and away from me, I was to use my head, mouth, and tongue to work their cocks back to my mouth without the use of my hands and continue to service them. I became quite skilled at that. I began sucking John’s cock. I loved his cock, it was full and thick, even when he was soft and had an amazing piss slit that I enjoyed lapping my tongue through and around. He’d pumped his poz loads into my cunt now for nearly 10 months and fed me orally on a regular basis. He knew I loved cock, and he only continued to feed my need for it to where I no longer just sucked cock, but learned to worship it, to feed from it and to nurse on him. I truly desired cock. His recent spraying of cum on my popcorn and offering me a shot glass was only another progression toward teaching me to love and crave cum, without the benefit of a cock. In time, he would teach me to lap cum up from where ever he found it and he was teaching me that too. I was not ashamed, but proud of who I was becoming. I came to find these sessions of servicing his cock this way as he had his drink, watching TV as relaxing for me as I’m sure it was for him. He had no agenda, he did not demand that I suck harder, faster or even force me to make him cum under any schedule. It was simply me servicing his cock. My mouth on him, where it belonged. It was in my control to nurse and feed from his cock and he let me explore that need. He would often cum and feed me his load but even after that did happen, my mouth remained on his cock long after and I made him feel as he said, “the way a man should feel, with a boy between his legs always making him feel good” In time he would also teach me, at my request to drink his piss from his then flaccid cum drained cock. It was me who sought out that new experience, as I wanted more of him. On rare occasions we would sleep in his room, my head in a harnessed hood strapped and locked to his waist. His cock would remain in my mouth all night with him telling me that it was my pacifier. I would take his piss and cum all night long as it was offered. He had made me feel good countless times, and even now as he was training my cunt, he was still a master at knowing what to do, how to teach me without forcing anything on me but allowing me to explore my animal and to let it out. He did not demand I call him Sir, or that he was even my Master. He was simply a top man and I was one that wanted to please him as best as humanly possible. He treated me as a man, equal in that right but with the understanding I had a need to give of myself to a man in those ways. I wanted him to be proud of me and to make him happy. He did the same for me. He coached me and praised me; always sure to let me know that what I was doing or wanted was normal and to be expected of any true cunt boy. During the time I was nursing on his cock like that in the den he would drink his drink, smoke a cigarette, being sure to rub my head or stroke my face and comment on how good I was making him feel. He encouraged me. I would begin to move on my plug, being sure to stimulate my cunt as I sucked this mans cock and began to taste his precum. I would purposely pull back allowing his stringy mass of precum to run from his piss slit to my tongue and let him watch me lap it back up. I wanted him to see my enjoyment in this place between his legs. Time passed casually between us and after nearly close to 2 hours, he had already cum and I had cleaned him of all remnants of his orgasm and had enjoyed playing with his soft cock in my mouth until my spit began to turn dry. He occasionally stroked my nipples as I nursed and when all was finished leaning down kissing me, he sent me to bed. “See you in the morning.” That morning was Friday. I had to go to work. John met me in the kitchen as I put the kettle on. He reached down between my legs and unsnapped the strap holding my plug in place and then spit on his fingers rubbing them around the outside of my hole, I leaned over the sink. He turned and twisted the plug and it came free from my cunt. He tossed the plug in the dishwasher. I felt empty. “Go get ready for work. I’ll make some breakfast.” I got in the shower, washing the dried sweat from my legs formed under the shorts and bending forward felt of my cunt. It was in “bloom” as John would say, standing slightly open on its own and lips swollen like most mornings. I washed it freely with soap and turned to allow the water running down my back to flush over it. It felt really good. The thought crossed my mind how I’d become so focused on my cunt. Pretty much ignoring my cock. It felt right. Friday came and went like any other day including my evening routine with John. He’d met up with his connection and obtained his party supplies for Saturday. We spent most of Friday evening cleaning up the play space to ensure it was free of any remnants of lube, grease or dirt. He set out the new bottles of poppers and lube and mixed up some J-Lube and put it in the fridge downstairs. I stocked the rest with beer, soda and water. I washed any soiled play towels and folded them placing them back on the shelf. We went about our business getting things ready. Saturday at 3:00 in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. By now, I had spent 2 hours preparing myself being fully washed, face shaved except my goatee, hair removed around my nipples, cock cage rinsed through with water pressure from my shower shot and of course my cunt clean as clean could be. John had me in the den and porn was playing on the screen. I was sitting on a rim seat, dressed in my collar, my chap shorts, ankle high boots, and of course my plug. He had previously used the pump on my nips to the point they were sticking out from my pecs a good inch. He’d trained them well too over the past few months. I was proud of my tits sticking out from my pecs. I remember thinking how I wished some of those guys I had fucked over the years had had some nice pig nips for me to fondle and play with as I fucked them. To this day my nips show under sweatshirts, and even jackets over that. They were hard as nails and folded over only at the base when tweaked. I felt natural in this state. I could hear the men talking and laughing upstairs in the kitchen as John offered them drinks. My excitement was overwhelming me as I considered how much admiration I held for John for doing things like this and my nervousness over pleasing these men. I heard them coming down the stairs. “Is it okay if we change before we meet the cumhole?” I heard one ask. “Sure, go ahead and change here, I’ll be right back.” John came to the doorway and looked at me and ran his hand over his face, a signal to me to close my eyes. I did as he instructed and I heard the door close. I could feel my hole pushing the plug outward and then sucking it back in, and couldn’t decide if it was doing it on its own or if I somehow was trying to get ready for what was to come. As I focused on that, I could hear sounds of chains, zippers and ripping like Velcro. My mind began to race. Then I heard clearly, “have you bumped his cunt yet?” from one of the men. “No,” John replied. “I thought you might want to meet him first with a fresh clean cunt and have the honors yourselves.” “Sweet, I like the sound of that,” came from the other man. This was my signal that I would be partying under John’s control, not my own. I was okay with that and trusted him to control that. The door opened and I sat straight in the rim seat. I felt eyes on me and they talked more and commented on my body. John spoke highly of my skills telling them they’d be pleased. I felt hands on me. Over my pecs and my nipples being tugged followed by more praise from the men. I felt a hand slip under the rim seat and pull on my plug enough to make me squirm, but not enough to remove it since the straps would not allow it. I felt another hand fondle and bounce the weight of the chastity device up and down between my open thighs slapping it around a bit, and then a mustached mouth pressed against mine and I opened my mouth accepting his tongue. He slipped it in and licked my mouth and then he spat into my throat. I swallowed and then opening my mouth at the coaxing of a hand on my jaw, a finger slid in my mouth accompanied by a cock. A large cock and I began to suck him. His hands on the side of my head feeding me his cock. I felt hands beneath me releasing my plug. It was John, leaning into my ear saying, “good boy.. that’s so good of you to suck that mans cock for him.” The plug was removed and immediately replaced by a man sliding under me. It was mustache/goatee man. I felt his bristles on my exposed cunt. “Awe fuck yes, sweet looking gaping hole on this boy.. “ and his tongue darted in and out of my exposed stretched lips. This is the only way I knew that the cock in my mouth belonged to the black man. It was longer than average, and without opening my eyes I knew it had to be longer than 8”. It was thick as well but glided evenly like a straight arrow, and I hadn’t felt his balls on my chin yet, or else they were contained in something else. John approached from behind again and placed a blindfold over my head. This helped, as I no longer had to strain to keep my eyes closed. I continued having my cunt eaten out with him using his hands to both spread my cheeks further apart telling me to move on the seat to hold them further apart and him gingerly fingering my now exposed rose bud. His tongue was amazing and I felt my cunt opening more. After a while, the goatee man said, “Chris, you gotta have some of this.” And the man whose cock I was sucking pulled away and I thought they were swapping, but I was soon rewarded with John’s cock in my mouth. Regardless of where we went or how fucked up I may have become I always knew John’s cock, blindfolded or in a dark room or even through a glory hole in my ass, I knew it was his. You might think I couldn’t in my ass, but we had a signal. He would enter me fully and then wait a moment and pulse his cock a few times. He had great skill at that trick, making his cock head well and his cock jerk inside of me. It was then I felt Chris underneath me. He had long fingers and narrow hands. He spread his fingers over my ass and pulled me further apart and he commented to his friend, “Holy shit, this is one beautiful cunt” as his tongue disappeared into me he wrapped his lips around my cunt lips sucking on them, nibbling, and jabbing my open hole with his tongue… his hands released his grip on my ass and again he forced me to widen my stance on the seat so the chair held my cheeks wider apart. I felt the skin at the base of my spine where my crack begins stretching. His hands cascaded up my torso and he began to twist my nipples and pull down on me forcing his face further up my wanting hole. John continued to slowly glide his cock in and out of my mouth, occasionally allowing its full length to fill my throat and holding my head he said “hey Chris, try this out” and as I gasped for air my cunt pushed further out into Chris’ hungry mouth. He immediately moaned uncontrollably beneath me, I felt his breath as he breathed harder and I heard goatee man say, “fuck what did he do?” John explained what he’d done and goatee man said he wanted to try that too. Chris reluctantly got up and allowed his partner access to my cunt and as goatee man slid under me for a second time, John said, “Chris, you try this end. This is something you guys should do more of for each other when you tag team.” My mind was racing thinking just how hot it was that these three men were talking about me as though I wasn’t there, that I was their toy to experiment with. It made me all that much more horny and my desire to please them peeked. Chris slipped his now raging cock into my mouth. It was much fuller than it had been. He glided it back and forth over my tongue and asked goatee man if he was ready. I felt goatee man purse his lips directly around my exposed swollen lips and push his tongue deep into me.. “Um umph” he said.. and then Chris proceeded to enter my throat holding my head. He was larger than John for sure, and stretched my throat he was surely longer as I still hadn’t felt his balls on my face.. I gagged hard, three times and as I did I heard goatee man moan and growl beneath me and I felt what must have been 2 inches of my insides push outward into his mouth. I heard the bottom of his feet behind me stomping the floor in his boots and his hands were up on my nipples twisting them. The men repeated this several times before goatee man removed his mouth from my cunt and said, “fuck yea, this cunt is ready for a bump I think.” I was escorted to the sling space. The room had been prepared and porn was playing on the screen. I was familiar with the dialog on the screen and the music. It was one of the hardcore ass play and fisting videos. Goatee man asked if we could muffle the volume on it and if he could play some of his music he’d brought along. John obliged and the TV went silent and the room soon filled with Dungeon music. The sounds of steady techno music mixed with moans and chains and whipping sounds filled my headspace. I was placed in the sling, my feet and hands bound to the restraints. I was slightly disappointed as I still had not seen the cocks of both men, and had only sucked one. Goatee man remained a mystery. I felt someone move around behind me in the sling just over my head and felt John’s hands on my pecs softly stroking me. He often did this to reassure me and relax me “your being a good boy and these men are going to need you to pleasure their cocks tonight. You know how to do it and I know you’ll make me proud. I want you to enjoy your place tonight and be good. If you want or need anything you just ask me, I’ll be right here.” He reached down and I felt the familiar wetness of lubricant on my nipples and nipple tubes adjoined to a single tube lay across my chest. I heard the electric pump start. Within moments my nipples were sucked up into the tubes and the pump shut off. John released the clips on the tubes and left the cups dangling sucking fully on my nipples. I felt goatee mans mouth on my fully exposed cunt. He was eating me freely again, and me strapped in the sling unable to do much. He told me to slide down in the sling a little. I did and found that my ass was now fully spread since my legs were pulled back further. It was comfortable. A pillow was put under my head. “How big a bump can he take John?” goatee man asked. “Pretty good actually, but hey we can always prime him more if we need too.” “is this good?” asked Chris and John said, “oh ya, that will be good for now.” From the sounds of it, it was probably more than John anticipated so I knew I was in for a jolt. I heard the preparation going on while goatee man continued to lap at my cunt pulling back and commenting on it. I felt the long insertion of the small kitchen baster John used to apply my booty bumps with. I felt the rush of warm liquid enter me deeply and as usual, I felt a plug placed in my open hole. Another pillow was put under my lower back. “Don’t want to waste any of that boy” said goatee man. “John,” I asked. “ya, what is it, you feel okay.” “I feel good, is it okay for me to talk too?” The guys laughed, but in truth no one had given me heads up on whether or not they were into a scene or if this was to be natural. John leaned over me as did Chris and goatee man. John apparently had called them over close. “This is all natural boy. No scenes. You let yourself go and we’ll be doing the same. Do what comes natural to you.” “Thanks, that’s all I needed to know.” John explained to the guys that in my desire to please I would often over think things but that once I had settled I would be fine. Chris leaned into me and said, “I just want to feel your body baby and I want to breed you deep with my cock. I love pig cunts like yours” “Me too buddy.” Said goatee man. Moments went quickly, the tubes removed from my nips and they were soon being sucked, bitten and pulled. The plug was removed from my cunt and I began feeling one toy after another being used in my hole. The men praising my progress as we went and at one point expressed their amazement at how I had successfully taken 3 toys at once not just in my cunt but that they were fucking me with them in unison. “We might have to double fuck this cunt when you bring him down to Palm Springs John” one of them said.. who I don’t know. I was flying. I could hear my hole getting sloppy as it sucked and spit back. “I need to fuck him now that his cunt is talking back” John said, and I was immediately rewarded with his cock. He commented on how loose my hole was and I felt his fingers enter me with his cock.. I felt my cunt expand to his touch as it always did. I felt him stretch me more and I begged him openly to turn me out and to whore me out. “fuck he’s flying now” goatee man said, let me have some.. and for the first time I felt his cock. As high as I was flying, I paid attention because I had to know. I felt his hands first, they were thick and I felt my cunt filled with parts of his hand, how much I don’t know. This was followed by his cock and although my hole was stretched with his fingers in it as well I had a hard time knowing how thick his cock really was, but what I did discover is how long it was. It felt like one of my larger toys that reach 9 or more inches and I openly told him so. He wanted me to tell him more. I told him how I had not tasted his cock yet or felt it till now and how I had anticipated it and wanted to feel it. I begged him to fuck me. He pulled on the chains of the sling and swung me back and forth in his approval until I did feel it’s full girth and length. I was right, had to be at least 9 and very thick. John continued praising me calling me a good cunt. Chris came around to the side of the sling and held the sling still and stuffed his cock in my mouth again, while goatee man began to pile drive my cunt. Sweat ran from my body pooling under me in the sling. Chris chocked me with his cock and my cunt pushed out around goatee mans cock even more. “Oh fuck yea, do that some more, gonna make me cum”. Chris continued his abuse on my throat and I in turn continued to push out against that fat cock inside me. Goatee man slapped my ass repeatedly and told me he was going to give me his poz seed deep in my gut. I became vocal through the fat cock in my mouth and throat trying to yell out yes, yes, please. It took a few more times of Chris forcing his cock in my mouth that caused Goatee man to erupt in my well opened cunt. He shook violently and moaned loudly calling me a filthy poz cum whore that he was going to use again. He dismounted me telling John he’d trained a hot cunt. That made me proud. John told Chris, “get in there man and give him some more. He needs it and wants it don’t you?” he asked. “yes please, fuck me, all of you, flood my cunt like a whores.” I loosely responded. Goatee man said, let’s get the blindfold off him” and came over and removed it. My eyes were flooded immediately in the pool of sweat that had been held back from my forehead. It stung. Goatee man quickly wiped my eyes with a towel and leaned over and kissed me stroking my body with his hand. “Good cunt boy.. fuckn good cunt!” At the same time Chris was lining up to fuck me and I looked between my legs and up in the mirror on the ceiling above me to see his long straight cock taking aim. “Fuck how big is that monster?” I asked. “10 and your cunt will like it just fine.” Before he put his cock in me, I felt his fingers inside of me, and again looking in the mirror watched as his long skinny fingers adjoined together slid fully up my cunt to the widest part of his hand. He could go no further. “yea man, you’re opened up like a total whore.” With that he began stuffing his cock inside me. I watched in awe as he entered me slowly making me take his massive black cock. He looked me in the eye and shoved the last part in until at last, I felt his balls slap my ass. He held still for a moment and then told me how he could feel Mike’s cum in me. Goatee man’s name was Mike. Finally. Chris started a slow motion of fucking me and as he did Mike and John said they’d be right back and left the sling room. Chris and I were alone about 10 minutes all the while he was deep dicking me and drilling me using his fingers to spread me wider around his cock. He’d stick his finger in my cunt and pull it out and suck on it and occasionally would offer it to me. I told him that if my hands were free I’d be scooping it up myself and feeding him and myself from my dripping cunt as he fucked me. He seemed to like that and reaching over my head released one of my restraints. I proceeded to show him my hunger for what was in my cunt and freely dug my fingers in next to his cock and pulled the cum from inside of me and ate it. I did this repeatedly and fed Chris from my fingers too. As I did this John and Mike returned to the room and witnessed my crazed feeding. This set Chris on the edge and he announced he as going to dump his seed in my cunt calling me his bitch and I begged him for it telling him I would soon be eating his cum from my cunt too. He stiffened, holding the sling close to him and I felt his cock jerk in my ass as I clamped down best I could on it. To add to his pleasure, I coughed, I coughed hard and repeatedly, his eyes got wider looking at me with a questioning look on his face and I said, “I don’t have a cock in my throat to let you feel what I gave Mike, so I’m doing the best I can to simulate it.” Chris smiled, blurted out “good cunt boy heres some more cum for you to use tonight” his eyes closed and he moaned loudly dumping his cum deep in my ass. When he settled down, John came over and dragged a larger butt plug through my crack getting it wet with the juices flowing from it. He turned and I knew what he was doing, he was coating it with more Tina he said, “Here’s your candy fucker.” And put the plug back in my open cunt. He unstrapped me and sent me to the den. “Stretch a bit and then sit in your rim seat boy. It’s 5:45, others will be arriving in about 30 minutes.” Chris and Mike came into the den shortly after fully dressed. “Hey pig boy, we have to run but we’ll be seeing you soon.” I thanked them both repeatedly for their cum and for opening my cunt. They smiled and said “No, thanks for the video.” Mike gave me a hand salute walking out the door and back upstairs.

I’m going to start by stating that what I’m about to reveal is all true. Any inserted pics are real and are of me. I’ve been an avid reader and part-time participant in the hook up section of this site for years, but I’ve never posted a story, even though I’ve unloaded countless times reading those of others. Many of the stories are about a single event that guys focus on as their transformation, their conversion; they use words like being impregnated, bred, seeded. Don’t get me wrong they’re all hot and fuckn sexy words to use, and I relate to the impact of how words impact and enhances our sex. But I’m going to be honest and say that for me, becoming a poz’d cum hungry, cock worshiping fuckn bareback bottom pig that wants the let my animal out, was no single event. It was what I like to think of as an evolution over many years. It started with the first man’s cock I saw at the age of 6 and from there the journey started. It was my oldest brothers, 14 years older than me. We stripped down to put on swimming trunks, and from my vantage point sitting on my bed, him standing in front of me, all I saw at eye level was his masculine, hairy, meaty thick cock and heavy hung balls swinging in front of me. To this day I can still see it. When I saw my brothers cock, I distinctly remember a tightness in my mid-spine, I remember my hands began shaking and I felt flush all over. I was light headed and then I became warm all over. That feeling still strikes me today when I’m presented with a full meaty man cock, the only exception is that now I know that signal is my instinct, my animal, now my mouth drools and my fuck chute starts to expand from the inside and contracting. Through this journey I opened some doors myself, others were opened and I walked through, some I ran through. Sometimes eyes wide open, sometimes eyes wide shut. There wasn’t a single path I took that I was forced down by anyone other than my growing desire for cock and my growing insatiable need for more. More cock, more cum, more sex, more connection, always more. Before I focus on the single event that I know poz’d my fuckhole, you need to know that until 10 years ago I was a total top. I spent 8 years in the military; I’m 5’11” and average 180 lbs. I’m masculine, buzz cut, goatee, nice pecs 46” chest, hard nips, and hung thick about 7 ½. For years I lived just beneath the surface of the gay lifestyle. Yes, closeted. I had a girl friend, her daddy was the mayor of the town my military base was in, but I had my fuck buddies, most were military, some not. Some were the sons and brothers of guys I served with, but I was always the top. Always bare. Every roommate I had in the military, I “had”, except for one. I made a game of seducing the military hotties, getting them stoned, or drunk The scare of the 1980’s didn’t stop me because in my mind I was the one seeding hole. I was the one getting some twink to swing on my lob and swallow my jizz through some greasy glory hole. I picked up tricks in arcades and hitchhikers downtown and used their mouths and holes in my truck or at their places. I wasn’t concerned. By the mid to late 1990’s however, the number of willing cum junkies was diminishing rapidly. I was now out of the military and my source of fresh young and easy inexperienced drinkers and stoners was cut off. It was a new game. I came out to my girlfriend, and she came out to me. A lipstick lesbian.. ah well.. who could ask for anything better when we both needed a “date”, we were set. All these years later, we’re still best friends. It was in the late 90’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Condoms were on the menu and I didn’t want any. I thought I was destined to a life of yanking off or glory hole blowjobs. It was during that time that I acquired a taste for glory holes, and within a year, it was me on my knees sucking some amazing cocks. It was me licking my lips through an open hole in the plywood at arcades in Houston to entice my next load. My appetite grew to where I literally went to the arcade every day for lunch, and after work I was there until nearly 11pm at least 4 nights a week and longer on weekends. I had sucked cock in grade school and high school and ate my share of teen cum loads, but nothing like this. I began using the Internet more and more, and over time I had a steady train of men, gay, bi, and married coming to my place for head. Then I started secretly filming it. I filmed myself giving blowjob after blowjob to these unnamed men. So many that I have two four-hour tapes of myself sucking and swallowing sperm. I’d transfer the film to tape and spend hours watching myself, but more I was focused on the faces of the men I was sucking off. What worked, what was it I was doing that made them go over the edge and feed me their spunk. Over time, I started referring to these tapes as my training aids.. I was learning how to be a better cock sucker, a better provider.. and today, I am still told my mouth is amazing. I simply reversed my role and became the cock sucker I had always wished I had. Sucking cock was and still is a passion, but that too transformed to worship; to using my mouth only without hands ~ licking, tasting, suckling and nursing on a man’s nads until he feeds me. That rapidly became my reward. It was late 1999 when my lust for more grew greater. I was chatting with several guys on line through various sites. One in particular caught my attention. He was a masculine, built hot top man with a massive cock that he would occasionally pump. He got into my head. He was a master at getting what he wanted, and even then I thought I had my shit together. He coached me with his words, asked me pointed questions about my sexuality, made me start questioning why I hadn’t given up my hole. He had me send him pics of myself finger fucking my ass, then over a short period I surprised him with a pic of a plug in my hole. We chatted for about 3 months, and then he informed me that he’d just become single again and wanted to hook up. Knowing he was a full top gave me some hesitation but I wanted to taste his cock and let him get off in my throat. I toyed with the idea for a few days, and then responded that I’d be there on Friday night. I arrived on time and we had some small talk while he offered me a drink. He invited me upstairs to his loft over looking Puget Sound in Seattle. Once in the loft I saw two large king size mattresses raised up off the floor about thigh height, covered in black play sheets. Three of the walls had large mirrors on them with stands of white Christmas tree lights strung all through the rafters in the ceiling. On the far wall was a large 40 some odd inch screen with bareback porn playing on it mixed with some serious hole stretching and toys. On the lower tier of the wall, extending the full length of the room were shelves packed with an arsenal of hole toys, gear, leather, straps, chains, bottles of liquids, jellies and other oils. I was amazed, my spine began its contractions sending my brain the message that this was not going to be a typical night of suck and swallow. As we sat down on one of the mattresses, we began to undress. It took little time for us both to be naked and I was pleasantly impressed by what I saw. I reached out to him and he fell on top of me and began to lick every part of my body. I felt his cock grow rapidly as it pressed into my thigh sending its own heat to my groin. I grabbed his ass and it felt like marble and as hard as his cock. He stuck his tongue down my throat and pinched my nips… “ouch man, take it easy…” He looked me in the eye and said, “hey boy, no problem, let’s relax before I show you a few things.” I sat back on the mattress with my head against a pillow on the wall and admired his body as he walked across the room to flip out the lights leaving only the strands of lights showing in the room. He offered me another drink he’d taken from a small refrigerator and I drank it slowly at first because although it was only a Sprite, the glass must have been dirty. It tasted salty. I figured being a good guest, I’d just swallow it faster and that the liquid would eventually wash off anything on the glass. He sat back down beside me on the bed and began to kiss me gently, making out with me, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. My eyes were closed. A few moments went by and I opened my eyes and felt nauseous. I told him I thought I was going to puke. He put me on my stomach and began rubbing my back, telling me to take deep breathes, that it was okay, that I was just starting to feel the buzz. “The buzz?” I asked, “yea man, I gave you a little G to settle our nerves. I’d never used anything other than pot in my life. I had no idea what this shit was, but I know I was, as he said, relaxing. That night was spent with him eating my hole, fingering my hole, me swallowing his cock and eating his cum. The entire time he was telling me what a “good boy” I was, and how he loved licking and tasting my “pussy”. He said it so many times that I began to respond to his comments of praise. Telling him how good my pussy felt up against his goatee and tongue. Mentally I went to a different place. I found myself being encouraged to expose a part of me I knew existed but had always repressed and hidden. He cupped my cock and balls as he tongue fucked me, and milked my cock of my load and smeared it all over and into my hole.. and he ate me. It was with this man that I spent every single weekend for the next 3 months. He never put his cock in my ass, but before our time was over, he had introduced me to a sling, to receiving a booty bump of Tina, and most importantly, he transformed my physical and mental being from a top with an asshole, to a curious bottom with a pussy. He ended up getting back with his ex, but on our last visit he told me that he had taken me on a journey that he wouldn’t forget. That he hoped in someway he’d helped me realize that I was meant to take cock in my pussy, and my pussy was meant to be transformed further into a whore’s cunt. In truth I sort of understood what he was saying, but only from what he had been telling me and from the porn he’d been flashing at me in my drugged induced states of mind. It was right about this same time that the man who took me the rest of the way walked in my life. His name was John. I met him about a year prior in the park cruising and I’d had the pleasure of blowing him from time to time. One afternoon John called and told me he wanted to see me and about an hour later he was pulling up in my driveway. We had a drink, smoked a few cigarettes and we caught up on what we’d being up to. I shared with him, at least in parts, my recent adventures and the fact I’d found out I had a pussy after all. He grinned and told me he’d love to try it out for himself sometime but that the real reason he had come over was to ask if he could rent out a room from me. He and his partner were splitting up. We discussed it and came to an agreement. Since we were both in construction, I told him if he’d help me with finishing off my basement, I’d give him a lower rent. The following weekend John moved in. John was four years older than me. He was tall, smooth muscular swimmers build, shaved head and brown eyes and about 8”. He was a top. About 2 weeks after moving in and getting settled, I came home to find that the sling I had ordered arrived UPS. I took it to the basement and told John that my project was beginning. It took about a week before the play space was done, as was the adjoining ‘party room’. The sling was hung and I immediately began the process of buying my own toys. John asked if he was allowed to use the room as well and of course I agreed. He added his own toys and gear to a shelf on the far wall. The weekend approached and as I got home from work a car was leaving my driveway. I didn’t’ recognize the guy but found out later that it was John’s connection. John showed me what he’d purchased. Two eight-balls of Tina, 8 vials of G, some E and something called “Special K”. I was amazed and wanted to know about the K. He put his arms on my shoulders and looked me in the eye and said, “I’ll show you if you want, but it’s your pussy I want this weekend, are you up for it?” There went my spine again.. and he knew I was up for it. He told me to clean out good, that I should use his shower attachment in the guest bath. He asked me if he could freshen up my buzz cut for me and I agreed. He told me that he had laid out some things in my room he’d like me to wear. I felt a feeling of being taken care of, like he was primping me, and I said, “man, no one has ever gotten this into a scene with me before.” He came in my room, me standing there naked, and he said “hey buddy, this isn’t a scene, I want to experience your sex, and I want you to let yourself go for me. You’re always the one in charge at work, you’re in charge at everything all the time, but now I want you to be my pussy boy and I want you to FEEL like my boy.” I blushed and told him I was beginning to get real excited, but was a little nervous too. “We’ll fix that soon enough.” I went down to the basement naked with the gear. He had me go to the restroom and there he proceeded to buzz my head. When he was finished, he asked me if it would all right to take digital pics from time to time of our playing and I agreed. He handed me the gear he wanted me to wear, a leather collar, ankle high black leather work boots with low rise red socks. Then he told me to go to the sling and get in. I went in the new play space, and saw on the black charcoal painted walls where he’d written with a white grease pencil lude comments like “take my pussy” and “seed my cunt”. Over the top of the sling on the wall behind it and the section of chain link fence was an arrow pointing down with the words, “poz my cunt”. I climbed in the sling and waited, music began to fill the room. It was Butt Boy. I’d heard it before but somehow in this space it seemed surreal. A moment later John entered the room and set a large tray down on the stool under the sling out of my line of vision. He had put a towel over the tray so I couldn’t see what was on it. He took my feet, one at a time and put them through the leather stirrups. The toe of the boot made it tough to fit through, but he was able to get them in saying, “you won’t be getting out of these without untying the boot.” Then John leaned forward and, rubbing my pecs gently and making my nips rise, said, “Do you trust me?” From somewhere deep inside I knew I did. Here was a man I hardly knew that I let move into my house. I’d given him a key. He’d been there just over 3 weeks, and I knew somehow I wanted to give myself this experience with him. I said just that, but not quite in those exact words. He smiled and then left the room, returning with a standard kitchen chair and my camera to take a few pictures. After the pics, he sat down in the chair and leaned forward. He told me to scoot down in the sling, to let my ass hang off and just over the edge… “come on boy, show me your pussy for the first time.. let me see how beautiful your boypussy is before I transform it into a cunt.” I did as he asked and he met me with his mouth. He started slowly, tasting me, saying words to me that made me feel like a virgin bitch about to loose her cherry. I squirmed and wiggled my hips and flexed my ass cheeks. From time to time we’d share intimate sexual fantasies. Then John sat back and I saw him focusing on what was under the sling. I saw the towel in his hand as he draped it over the seat of the chair and sat back down. Then he told me he was going to give me a booty bump of T. But before that, he wanted me to do a small shot of G. He handed me a shot glass, the G was mixed with coca-cola. “Go ahead, take it.” I asked him if he was going to do any and he said not to worry, he’d be following me along shortly. I took the shot and swallowed it quickly. I liked this method and used it from then on when doing G. I didn’t have to fight a long ass drink of shit I couldn’t stomach. This was a direct shot. John reached over and began to put some kind of locking device on my cock. “What’s that?” “I don’t want you touching yourself. You need to focus on your pussy and what I am doing to it. You need to listen and respond (laughing) as best you can.”. I was in a chastity device. My cock locked in a metal tube and handcuffed around my ball sac. I couldn’t jack off, but I was able to piss through it which he had me do to use my chem’d piss later. I began feeling Johns fingers on my ass, he spit on his finger and probed my ass. “you are fuckn tight boy! Making my cock throb, fuck!” I grinned and he told me I was going to be bumped. I saw a syringe, not like one you’d get a shot with, a little larger, like one you’d use to give a baby liquid, except longer. I felt the length of the tube enter me, and then he paused, “look in my eyes boy, keep looking in my eyes until I say you don’t have to.” I did as he asked. Then he squeezed the plunger, and I felt a warm rush of liquid. It wasn’t a lot of liquid, just a small amount, but the warmth grew until it was hot and I wiggled around in the sling.. “oh fuck John, is it supposed to burn?” “Relax boy, just sit back a second, let me sooth it for you… and with that he spit on his finger again, and it disappeared under the sling, then back up my hole.. it burned more and I thought it was from him inserting his finger without enough spit. “John, it’s burning all over now.. “, he stuck another finger in and began to massage the inside of my pussy. I kept my eyes locked on his, he on mine.. and I began to spin. “yea fucker, you’re feeling it aren’t you?” All I could do is moan and my eyes began to flutter in my skull. “Your fuckn daddy gave you a big bump of T boy, and I rubbed more in there bare with my finger. You’re already getting real wet and opening up for me boy.” I closed my eyes and he began his magic. My pussy was expanding to his touch, sucking at everything he put near it or in it. Over the next hour he coached me, telling me when to relax, when to clamp down, asking me what I was feeling, praising me, telling me I was a good boy, how much he loved my pussy and asking me if I wanted to be made a poz cunt. I knew I wanted it and told him so. I took a broken deep breath and blurted out, “yes, please, help me be who I am, please.” He smiled and had me open my mouth, he spit more G into my mouth and I swallowed it pure. More pictures, more porn playing but this time it was extreme hole stretching porn. I watched the screen as skilled holes took large and then larger toys and fingers and hands, and feet and cocks. John asked me what I needed, “I need to get fuckn chemed hard and have my pussy taken Sir like that!” pointing at the screen. That’s all he needed to hear. “You want me to turn you out boy? You want a gaping cum dripping cunt don’t you boy?” he asked. “Yes, I want to be a cunt that you’ll be proud of, that men will want to use.” John blindfolded me and strapped one hand to the sling, locking it in the wrist cuff. With the other he drew it out straight to the side and strapped my wrist to the handcuffs bolted to the sidewall. He introduced me to Special K. He took a straw and put it up my nostril, pinching the other, “snort it for your dad boy.. show dad how much you want your pussy taken.” I inhaled thinking it was T. In no time my teeth felt numb like coke does but it spread through my body and beneath the blindfold I was “seeing” an array of swirls and color.. I moaned and smiled and felt suction on my nips. “you need some swollen pig nips to adorn this cunt I’m gonna give you boy. Something for dad to fiddle with and suck on when I fuck you”. He placed nip pump tubes on my nips and pumped them up and then I felt him begin to probe my hole again. Large amounts of lube went in my hole and I heard something pumping it in like a caulking gun sounds, followed by a substantial plug. All the while, he was praising me for being a good boy. Then after a few minutes, I felt him strap my extended bicep down to something, and he asked me to breath real deep and not to move.. I did as he said. He asked me how my hole felt and told me that if I hadn’t noticed, it was actively sucking on the plug all by itself. The image hit my brain and I felt I was where I belonged. Then I felt the prick in my arm.. “deep breath boy”.. and the strap removed from my bicep. I coughed hard, not once or twice but three times.. “what do you say boy?” “what the fuck?” “I just slammed you boy.. now what do you say to your dad?’ All I got out was “thank y….ssrr” I was spinning in no time and yet somehow I was still connected to his voice. John sat back down and removed the plug from my ass and then continued to coach me, talk to me, praise me, and replaced one toy after another, fucking me, opening me, telling me how beautiful my pussy was. He put most of his hand in my pussy and began fucking me that way. He shoved a vibrating fat dildo up my ass and that is when I had my first anal orgasm, followed quickly by my flaccid, caged cock, spewing my load of cum out. John cheered “fuck yea pigboy, you’re doing so great!” and congratulated me on cumming with my “boy cock”. He took my load in his mouth, licking it up and spit it in my mouth and fingered the rest up my warm cunt. He continued working my begging eager cunt until I was in total abandon mumbling, begging and asking him to open me more. “boy… I want to breed you.. do you know what that means?” I could only mumble “more please, more”. He removed my blindfold, wiped my face with a towel and had me drink some water. I want to make your cunt a poz cum dump, are you okay with that? “Yes, please, more I want to learn more and make you happy.” I meant it, I had one moment of contemplation and then I felt him touch my open cunt with his thumb and I pushed down until, as he said, my “rosebud just invited him in”. John spent the entire evening from the time I got in that sling around 7pm until the next morning late hours working my cunt. Spreading my lips, rubbing k on my cunt lips until they drooled and hung free and wrapped around whatever he put in there. He stopped calling it a pussy and referred to it as a cunt. He said it was because it was now holding itself open, was wet and drooling and had a nice set of swollen lips hanging from it. He would “diddle” in my hole and tug on my lips to show me. He sucked and chewed on my open cunt. He took pics and showed me what had become of my “top man asshole”. I was born again, and proud of my cunt. He told me to show it off whenever I was around him. We rested some on Saturday afternoon and were back at it Saturday night. This time however, he had me using mostly K, and within about an hour had me taking the biggest toys he had. It was then that he finally put his cock in me with a toy at the same time and unloaded his poz cum in my cunt. From then on, he loved seeding me in any fashion he could. He kept me naked and squatting or in some fashion that he could have easy access to my exposed swollen cunt. We spent the next 7 days naked and converting. He called into my work and took vacation days claiming I had to go out of town. I was chemed up most of the time. He took me to parks to take cocks in my cunt, to arcades and one night we went to the baths at club Z where he let the door open and any walk ins could fuck me bare. On the 5th day he got on line and invited 9 other guys, versatile and tops over, all poz to share his freshly transformed cum hungry poz cunt. He was as proud as I was, bragging about it in the hallways at the baths. It was about a year later I ended up in the hospital with PCP pneumonia. A viral load of over 380,000 and Tcell count of only 30. I had full blown AIDS and was put on AZT. I recovered in time, am on meds, non-detect now with Tcells about 800, but John was around to see me through that too. He died of AIDS in 2005, his body refusing any cocktail combination. From my first time with John, that experience, my stepping off into the place I knew I belonged, trusting a man, and pleasuring one with my cunt, I began a ritual of nearly every weekend for 2 ½ years of being a cum dump for him and others, spreading my cunt to take cock and seed. I continue that journey now and it has been full of perversions, carried out in bath houses and sex clubs, bars, house parties and alley ways. John took me to Palm Springs, LA, New Orleans, Chicago. We attended large group barebacking parties, one in Laguna where I was the only bottom chemed and strapped in a sling for a group of 17 men for a full day while they enjoyed partying. He whored me out in Palm Springs at resorts, and achieved yet another transformation as my cunt fully excepted full fists for the first time. To this day my hunger continues to be fed by those things I have yet to enjoy, those men I have yet to pleasure with my cunt and those I enjoy repeating. My conversion has been an evolution, and one I would not change.

I guess I should mention, I’m a dealer, distributer, delinquent, deep dicking druggie. My suppliers are good, and my payment varies. When I first moved to this little Texas town, I was just happy to have my own place. Finally out of my parents place. Finally out on my own. Finally able to really pursue my entrepreneurial endeavors. I started selling when I was 15, and over the course of 4 years I’d built good solid professional relationships with the worst types of people. I knew how to run them from city to city, hide them, and just my luck I had such an innocent face, I’d never been busted for anything. Now in this do nothing town I could really be the king of my own area. But this story isn’t about how I became big, or how I dropped out of college but kept my apt only blocks away from campus. This story isn’t about having the best X, T, MJ for miles and how I sold it cheap to all the college boys and girls. This story isn’t about how I found out I was gay, or my first string of gay hook ups. This story isn’t even about how I got pozzed from all the bareback fucking I was doing. No. This story is about Leo. Leo the black haired, dark eyed. 5’9, 195 lbs, 22 year old, natural, muscle jock with an emo/skater self grown self-hatred of how much he wanted big dick up his ass. My God, If I believed in God, I would have said he was Him and worshiped that muscle ass till my dick fell off and then some. How can you describe perfection seriously? The guy looked like he walked off a porno shoot, with a face so sad and mopey that he practically begged to be used. He was huge, and hot, and the moment Jesse, my regular customer, a lil amature tweeker walked in with this hunk shuffling silently behind him. My jaw hit the floor so fast I got a nose bleed. No joke, my nose started bleeding, and sure maybe it was from the line of coke I had a few hours before, but I’d never over done myself before, I was always in control, and seeing him was a whole other story. Mind blown. I regained my composure quickly and tossed away the shirt I wearing as I used it to wipe the drops from my upper lip. I smiled to myself as it was their turn for their jaws to drop. What can I say, I was hot too. Just not Leo hot. I guess I should also let you know that about me. My grindr profile says 5’11 160 Latino Muscular single Jock Tribe. I was toned and slim with good rounded muscles in all the right place just proportionate to my lean frame. Tall, lankey, muscley and just slight peach fuzz of hair in all the right places. I was 27 and could pass for 23 and my swimmer/runner/biker jock frame, yes druggies can also be athletes, have you never heard of Lance Armstrong?, made even the straight boys think twice about their sexuality. You can verify it with some of my straight customers. I made a point to play off my nose bleed as just me taking off my shirt and it seemed like it worked just enough, or maybe the two boys were just taken aback by my sudden strip show, either way, They were fresh out the gym and I was ready to give Leo a whole different type of workout. “Hey sorry about Leo, he just tagged along but he’s cool” Jesse spoke up . It was also the first time I learned Leo’s name. Jesse was a slim tall boy with no muscle, me at 18, with a nice firm bubble butt, not me at 18, and the face of cute little puppy dog, and I still got mine, and yes, I’ve fucked his hole since his freshman year, put so much toxic jizz up his little pussy, made hims scream in high heaven pleasure and pain, turned him into a total cum dump, and helped him through all his latent daddy issues. Basically, the boy be my bitch. He’s working on his master’s in psychology and I could tell he’d been working out, which was the whole reason I invited him over. I wanted to try out the updates on his goodies. From the look of his whining face, I could tell he was kind of hoping the exact same thing, but Leo ironically enough cock blocked us both for totally different reasons. I had Jesse’s bag of MJ all ready to go, and handed it to him with a shrug, and nod at Leo. He nodded back, and unconsciously an evil little smirk crossed my mind. “Gay, Straight, Bi, or you don’t know.” I asked bluntly. I couldn’t remember if the drugs turned off my filter or this was just my natural persona. Leo was taken aback and blinked so fast you’d have thought I slapped him. My evil grin turned into a smile. “Fuck you.” He said and a stupid smile broke out across his face. I smiled back, so I’ll take that as gay gay gay, I thought. “I don’t have any money…” Jesse broke in. Honestly, I had kind of forgotten he was even there. “You know what that means.” I replied moving my eyes slowly back to him from Leo. Jesse broke out in a little giggle and Leo looked at him awkwardly. “You smoke?” I asked him. “Yeah…” He replied knowing that there was something missing in the conversation. Just not knowing that is was my dick up his cunt. “Well lets smoke. Shut the fucking door” I said bluntly again. Jesse instinctively walked to the living room sat on the couch and start rolling up papers. Leo and I looked at each other for a while. I picked up my joint, lit it, inhaled and passed it to him. He took it and did the same. Jesse was right, he was cool. I waved him to living room sitting in a large chair while he took a seat on the couch between Jesse and me. He took another puff of the joint and passed it back to me right before breaking out coughing. I smiled more. As the joint ran out, I lit up a bowl of Jesse’s still unpaid for bag, and passed it around, letting my lips lick around the tip of the pipe as Leo passed it to me, trying to taste his lips off the pipe itself. The high was setting in I could see Leo’s face smiling idiotically and Jesse was in his own little world, looking hungry and begging. I guess now was as good a time as any. I patted my hand on my crotch and Jesse crawled off the couch slowly eyes half open n red and began rubbing his face in my sweat pants mouth open and drooling. I looked up and saw Leo staring while high little Jesse was trying to suck my dick out of my pants. His mouth was open eyes fixed on what he was seeing. Jesse was moaning and drooling a nice wet stain around my cock till finally I push my pants down and let my fat dick slap him in the face. I was only 7 maybe 7.5 inches but the thickness is what got guys. I couldn’t tell you how many inches around it was, but just hold a beer can, its thicker than that without question. My eyes were fixed on Leo as he was fixed on my cock. His eyes were wide, as so many other guys found out before him, my dick was not one to be sucked. My cock was for opening up sweet boy holes. Jesse drooled and licked and stuffed his face, till he looked up and saw me looking at Leo and Leo looking at him. Jesse switched gears and crawled to Leo, He unbuttoned Leo’s pants, and then it was my turn to be surprised. He was sporting a beautiful 8 inch buttfucking pole. Jesse nearly squealed with delight as he swallowed Leo whole causing Leo’s head to fall back and a soft moan escaped his lips. My cock began to drip as I stroked watching Leo receive Jesse’s amazing head. Jesse drooled and slobbered and moaned over and over sucking in Leo’s cock as if he was trying to use it to breath. Leo’s hips began to buck into Jesse’s throat as he was losing control to pleasure and high. His eyes shut as his bucking was getting rougher and rougher then suddenly he opened his eyes and looked directly at me stroking my dick. “I’m gonnacum!” he announced looking right at me. “Cum.” I said softly returning his stare and without breaking eye contact, he shuddered shivered and filled Jesse’s mouth with cum. I nearly came myself. Jesse had just pulled off his cock, when Leo stood up, pulled his gym short up, adjusted himself and made for the door. “I got to go” he said, and without waiting for a response he left. I looked at Jesse who looked just as confused as I was, but I was also pissed. I walked to door locked it and looked at Jesse, “Bedroom. Now.” I said and he crawled to the room, tossing clothes off as he went. When he reached the bed he bent over the side and with out a word, I spit in my hand and shoved my unlubed cock at his hole. He screamed, “DADDY! SLOWLY PLZ!” “FUCK THAT!” I responded. I was pissed, at Leo, at myself. “Fuck slowly!” I pushed my cock at his hole again, it began to open. The familiar hole knew what was coming and was trying to catch up. I pulled out spit on his hole, onmy cock head and pushed again. This time Jesse’s twink hole gripped my cock and he screamed again. I began to shove my cock into the warmth of his ass shoving open the walls of his ass as he screamed into the sheets biting them grabbing ahead trying to pull his body off the side of the bed away from me. I pulled back a bit and saw red on my cock. Fuck it. I thought I spit down where my cock lay on his hole and shoved again not stopping for his screaming for his hole till my balls reached his ass. Usually Jesse was much higher when I abused him like this. And his hole had already had my cock at least once that hour. I just wasn’t in the mood today. I gripped his hips and slammed his hole again and again while he screamed and tried to run. After what felt like only a few minutes to me, I pulled out and could see my cock was covered with pink and redcream. As I flipped him over his eyes were tear streaked. “You want lube.” I asked grabbing the T laced lube. He nodded vigorously while sucking in the tears. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked He shook his head vigorously now and opened his legs and ass. I couldn’t help but lean in a kiss him. Despite it all, he still loved it. As my tongue pushed into his mouth, I pushed 3 fingers and a large glob of laced lube in his hole. He let out a dull but strong noise into my mouth on my tongue as I worked the lube and the fingers in on him, and I kept my mouth on him while I applied a second serving, and by the end of it his moaning softened head rolled back and I pushed my cock back into him. He gasped and moaned, “ Ohhhhhhhhddaaaady.” I fucked him steadly popping his hole again and again, and all he could do was repeat his mantra, “Ohhhhhhhhdaddy” I couldn’t cum. All I could think about was Leo. I smoked and fucked Jesse’s hole all afternoon, night into the next morning till I couldn’t stand it anymore. Jesse’s hole was a gaping train station that could park a ford focus and by the end of it I still couldn’t cum. Jesse lay now on the floor breathing, and had stopped making sounds shortly after 3am. It was noon now and he just lay there. Slowly his legs came down as I left to kitchen and when I came back he was still laying there. I lit up a joint and told him I was going to the gym. I called a buddy of mine to come to the house and watch him while I was out. I came back a little after 5, and heard sex noises going on when I got to my front door. My buddy and another mutual friend of ours were in the middle of plowing Jesse from both ends, when my friend looked up I couldn’t help but notice he looked bored. “What the fuck you do to this guy.” He asked, “His hole is a fucking cave.” I couldn’t help but smile, “Same thing I’ll do to you if you don’t get the fuck out of my house. Take him too” The dressed up and helped carry Jesse out of my house. I wish I could say this was the first time this had happened, but Jesse was a tweaker at heart, and trips to my house usually ended this way for him. I’m sure I’d see him again in a month or two...then after a moment remembering the night before, maybe three.

I was on vacation in Chicago one summer visiting a friend when I found out about the Bijou theater. One night, around 11:00 PM I was looking on-line for the local bathhouse when I found a reference about the theater and the play space it offered. I took down the address and was off to check it out, arriving there about midnight. I paid admission, purchased some poppers, and when the clerk explained lockers were offered for guys who wanted to strip down, I rented a lock. Jackpot! I liked to wander around nude, and now I could without fear of loosing my wallet. He buzzed me in and I walked into a dim theater where I found old porn from the 70s playing, so I took a seat and waited for my eyes to adjust. Soon enough I noticed there were only two other guys in the theater, one of whom was asleep or passed out, I wasn't sure, and the other, who happened to be in my row, was an older guy, balding with a gray mustache and sideburns. He looked like an aging 70s porn star with a lot of mileage on him. I started to feel a bit self conscious as he kept looking my way. In fact, he started to creep me out a bit, so I focused on the porno and tried to get into it, taking a hit of poppers to enhance the action. It worked. With my first sniff I was feeling my head spin and my cock get hard. Those nasty 70s porn boys were fucking on a dance floor to disco and I wanted to boogie in the worst way. I glanced over to the dirty old man in my row to see he had pulled his cock out and was stroking away. It was big, about nine inches. I couldn't stop looking over at it, and decided it was time to reward this nasty fucker with a little show so I got up and made my way to the lockers in the back. They were in a small room with a spiral star case that led up to the play space. i stripped down to my tighty whites and my keds high tops and put the rest of my clothes in the locker and walked back to my seat. As soon as I sat down I took another hit of poppers and looked over at that dirty daddy with the big tool. He was still stoking it and staring right at me. I could see the lust in his eyes and feel his appetite for me. I pulled my cock out and started to stroke it. When I looked over at him he had stuck his tongue out and was gesturing like he was licking out a hole. Fuck! I could feel the heat rise from my cock and my ass all the way through my body. I got up and headed to the play space up stairs where, upon arriving at the top, I saw many little booths with large glory holes in the partition walls. I wandered down the rows, but the place seemed to be deserted, so I let it all hang out: I dropped my shorts and walked about wearing nothing but my keds high tops. Then, as I rounded a corner, another, about the same age as the guy on the first floor, came out of one of the booths. He was fully dressed, had a full head of grey hair, a short trimmed beard and mustache and he was a little chubby. He began to talk to me as though it was normal to see a naked guy in his keds high tops. He asked how often I came there and I replied I had never been to a place like that before. When I said I was nervous, He told me I was a strapping young man and I should be proud to show my body. Just then the guy from down stairs came around the corner. he was totally naked. I could see how skinny he was. He had skinny legs with bone knees and no ass. His arms were as skinny leading to hands with long fingers. He didn't seem to have an once fat on him except through his mid section which was kind of thick. I could notice his face closely. His upper cheeks had a strange sunken look. He stood there beating off. I couldn't help getting a boner. My heart was racing, maybe from the poppers, maybe from the danger or both. Then the other man said lets get in a booth. He took me by the arm and led me into one of the booths and shut the door. He put his arms around me and said " now just relax" and we kissed. At that he said "good boy". He held the bottle of poppers up to my nose. I inhaled deeply. Then he said "that's it son" he rapped his arms around me again and reached back to my ass and spread my cheeks apart as he backed my ass to the hole in the wall. I could hear the door in the next booth open then shut. Then my new Daddy said "Put your bum through the hole and let that nice man on the other side check it out." I could feel fingers spread my cheeks apart and then something warm and wet push against my hole. Daddy encouraged me, saying "Let him check your bum to see if it's a pussy." At that I could feel a boney finger enter me and slide in deep. i could feel it feeling around up inside of me. Daddy asked if the man was checking my bum and I nodded. The the finger withdrew and the warm wet tong pushed up inside of me as daddy made me take another hit of poppers. I could feel it push deep into me, tasting me. I said to daddy that the man was eating my hole. Daddy made me take another hit of poppers and said the man was going to turn my boy hole into a pussy and asked if I wanted that, If I wanted to be a pussy boy. I told him I did and daddy said good boy and we kissed and daddy's tong entered my mouth. I had two tongs inside of me now, two men new what I tasted like. Then the nice man on the other side of the wall stopped eating my hole. in a few seconds I could feel something hard push against my hole then push up inside of me. I long shaft slid deep inside of me. I could feel it push past my second sphincter. and into my belly. Daddy asked me if the man's cock was inside of me. when I said yes, he made me take another hit of poppers. The man began to fuck me deep, pistoned into me like a machine. Daddy asked me if I liked that big raw cock in my pussy. I told him I did and he gave me anther hit of poppers. Daddy said that the man's big raw cock was going to fuck my pussy and make it into a cunt by putting sperm in my pussy. He ask if I wanted the man to put his sperm in my pussy and knock it up. I told him I did. Daddy made me take another hit of poppers and then held me tight. We kissed and then he said in my ear," good boy, Good boy, let that big raw cock breed you." "It's going to impregnate you with poz seed". " Your getting knocked up son". "Good boy!" He put his hand on my belly and pushed "I can feel that big raw poz cock inside of you. This is were it's going to put it's poz seed. My head was spinning and my heart was pound in my ears. My hole was getting fucked like a cunt. That's all I wanted in the moment was to be a cunt and get knocked up by that big cock inside of me. To receive its seed, be injected with cum and be permanently impregnated. Daddy held the poppers up to my nose and then I said,"daddy I'm getting knocked up, I'm getting knocked up daddy." He said "that's it son take that poz seed in you cunt". At that the cock inside of me began to speed up its thrusts and I could feel it get harder. Then three hard deep thrusts as a loud moan came from the other side of the wall. I felt the cock inside of me spasm as it squirt sperm deep inside my gut. After a moment, the cock began to slowly come out of me. I had a full filling even after it was all the way out and I knew it had put a big thick load in my cunt. I could the door to the next booth opened and the man left. The hole thing could have been a dream except for the wad I could still feel inside my gut. Daddy opened the door to our booth and led me to a sling. He made me get in and for the next several hours, I was the cunt for the hole place and several other men that showed up. I went back to my hotel and fell asleep with my belly full of cum. The next morning I woke up and it had all absorbed into the walls of my colon. a few days later I woke up with morning sickness. I was pregnant. I had the fuck flu. I had really gotten knocked up by a half dozen men but I think it was the first one that was my baby daddy.

I met him in 2009. He had been in the country for five years, living in NYC but had recently moved to San Francisco. The second I saw his big, veiny, uncut cock on BBRT, I knew I had to get it in my cunt. I liked his status, which was listed as poz + other. The only status which turned me on more was do not care. We met at the hot tubs on Van Ness Avenue. I liked the place as I could fuck and not worry about getting blood on the sheets or piss on the rug, which would be the case if I got fucked at home. I didn't ask what the other in his status was, it really didn't matter. I fucking wanted it - I wanted every fuckin' thing he had. That cock didn't disappoint, it was a thing of beauty: thick, long and shiny. It flopped out of his suit pants, hard and dripping. He bent me over and rammed it home. I was being used like a hole, just like I wanted it. My insides were being torn up. By the time this fuck got sloppy, I would be lubed-up with a mixture of his precum and my blood. My whimpers turned into begging as we were running out of time. I begged for his poz load. The sheets and my ass were soaked with pink froth, my cunt was a hungry gaping hole. He was piston-fuckin' to get his nut. Softly he whispered in my ear "You want my strain, pig?"

I fucking love craigslist, grindr, and scruff. I fucking love the boys who "just wanna try." I'm 42 years old 5'8 210 stocky and large with fat muscle, beer fucking belly and a fat 8.7 inch dick 7.5 inches thick. I drink too much, and I smell like cigarettes. I shaved my head cuz of balding and I've a full beard, salt and peppered. With a hairy chest, hairy legs and pits and cock, I'm the one who takes away a boy's dignity. Oh yeah, I'm half Cuban, half Mexican, and ever since college I've been popping boys' asses, and making them moan and scream. Boys with daddy issues hit me up just with a, "hey" or a "sup" but I know they're just saying, in so many words 'I'm alone, I have no clue what I'm doing, just use my ass. Let me give you tonight's example'. I'm at the club, checking out the hot boys rubbing my crotch having a beer, when that all too familiar ding hums from my phone. I load grindr and there's a the profile pic. 21 year old latino some words in french I couldn't give a shit about 5'6 155 toned Chat, Friends, Safe Sex Only a black and white torso pic of a well defined chest some definied abs and a treasure trail leading off the screen. My profile: No pic 40 years old Long and Thick Daddy. Cherry popper. I got a strong headboard, you can hold on to it while I break you over it. BB only. Cuffs come on if you try to run. Will make your hole wet, wink, and cream. "Hey" he said. I send him a headless picture of my naked torso, including me holding my rock hard cock. "Wow," he responded. I send him my address, telling him to be there in 15 minutes - with a clean ass. "I'm not looking" he answered. I don't respond, but instead just chugged my beer and left for home. As I live five minutes from the club, I got to my front door in no time. I dropped my pants and start stroking. I loved the feeling of my hard cock in hand, the feeling of my veins pulsating as the blood surged towards my cock head. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and took a huff as I walked around the house, pulling on my cock, wearing only an extra large black T-shirt and my sneakers. My phone hummed again. It was the boy. "What's up?" I took a pic of myself sitting on my couch where there is a mirror facing of the wall and sent it to him. "That's fucking huge" he responded, and then sent a pic of his back and ass. He's smooth down the back, and has a defined back. He obviously works out. Maybe plays some sort of sport. His butt looks soft and grab-able. I send him my address one more time, but I can already see the distance off the app has changed. He's eight miles closer than before, and I haven't moved that far. "Get over here." A few minutes pass and I go to the guest bedroom. The type of guest for which it's intended is obvious. The windows are painted black so no street light shines in. I flipped on the light and a red and blue light comes on with the ceiling fan. I checked over the two mattresses which have no sheets, just straps to hold them down and a thick metal head board that is bolted into the wall with more straps. I flip on the video camera so it started running silently and checked the battery. Many a cherry explosion I have filmed. I'm good at this. Breaking in these boys is what I live for. The hum from my phone drummed on again. "I think I'm outside" he said. I checked to see a little Nissan parked across the street. Hitting the garage remote, the garage door opened. I send him a message: Pull into the garage. I heard him come inside, and could even hear his heavy breathing. I walked to the control panel and clicked the button. With that the garage door to closed behind the boy. When I hear the door lock closed, I walked out into the garage sporting my thick erect cock. I walked right past him and double-locked the garage door, and then turned so he could watch me stroke. I wagged my dick, inviting him, and he took the bait. He approached me, and I gestured for him to kneel, and when in position, I took control of his skull, and pushed my slimy cock head in between his lips. He immediately opened-up and accepted my cock, moaning as he struggled to establish a sucking rhythm and yet breath around my shaft. "Mmmmm," I told him, adding "Good boy." He clearly liked my praise and redoubled his efforts. Breathing heavily, he tried a new approach, by moving his head side to side, rather than taking me straight down. My size was obviously a challenge for his soft mouth and smooth face. "Good little fucker," I edged him on. Puling him off my cock, I lead him into the living room where I told him to strip. He had an undeniably great body. He's probably a a runner or maybe a swimmer, I thought, as I admired the hard muscles that defined his frame, noting he was mostly smooth, but had big patches of hair in all the right places. I threw off my shirt. I might have been muscular, but I was no where near his definition. Again I offered him my cock, and again he dropped to his knees, and began to suck me. Then, just to put him in his place, I pulled back on his hair so he was looking up at me, and I spat a nice fat shot on his face. The pretty little Latino looked like he was drunk on my spit. Holding the sides of his head, I started skull-fucking him. He choked, and gagged, spat-up. Naturally I rubbed all of his juices on his face. Then I again spat on him, and once more shoved my cock back down his throat. He was loving the treatment. His jock boy nose was running, and I suspect he wanted to say 'Slow down' or maybe 'Stop', but his dignity was slowly slipping away. But then that was why he had come to see me. So I coaxed him, telling him how pretty he looks, how hot he was. I told him what a good boy he was and how much I loved his sloppy running blow job. And I do love a sloppy blowjob. He was drooling, his eyes were tearing-up, his nose was running. I wiped all the fluids over his face and spat on him again. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. High off my cock. I love watching boys take their time on my cock, worshiping daddy dick like they've always wanted to do. I grabbed my poppers and offered the boy a hit. He looked at me, obviously confused, and pulled off my cock long enough to ask "What's that?" It took enormous self restraint not to slap his teeth out, but then again, there's always plenty of time for that. I smiled, and laughed a bit. "It makes you relax and super hard and horny," I replied as I pushed the bottle near his nose and watched while he gingerly took a small whiff. "Don't be scared, boy, take it deep like you want to." He smiled back at my suggestion and took a deep huff. I could see his toned chest expand. I reached-down and cupped his pecs in my hands, tracing the line down the center. He was hard and fit. He clearly worked-out regularly. "You lift boy?" I asked. His eyes fluttered. The poppers were clearly hitting him. "Yeah...." I let his head float back down on my cock and watched as the boy became more like a puppy, sucking and licking all the more intently. I love boys getting high off the poppers. They finally stop caring about the slobber running up and down their faces. They just love the feeling of that rock hard cock moving in and out and slapping their face. He started breathing really hard, so I handed him the poppers again. Yeah, he had the rhythm of things. He took another hit and kept going. His chin was dripping from choking on my cock, and my balls and cock were slick and wet. I couldn't help but smile; his tight ass was calling to me. I pulled him off my cock and directed him to the guest bed room where I handed him a bottle of poppers and told him to take a sniff. He had gotten so high just off the blow job that the rest would be easy. Cautiously, he walked into the dimly lit room, where I ordered him to drop his boxers and get up on all fours on the bed. He responded saying "I don't wanna get fucked." I realized these were the first words to escape his lips since my cock had slipped out with so much slobber and spit. "I just wanna taste your hole, boy." He paused considering the options. I took the decision out of his hands by placing my hands on his waist and guiding him to the mattresses and pulling down his shorts. He shaved his hole. I thought to myself 'The boy don't wanna get fucked my ass'. I took my time spreading his cheeks and blowing soft air on his hole, then I took a hit of the poppers and blew again, handing him the bottle in the process. I then heard him take a deep breath, and as he did so, I slowly ran my fat tongue behind his balls sack and trailed upwards towards his smooth soft hole. "Ohhhhhhhhh" breathes out while goose bumps run up his leg and I let my tongue roll around and around his lil boy hole while slowly guiding it back down behind his sack and up toward the top of his crack wetting that hole. His moaning is getting lil louder. I push lil harder pressing my tongue up on his hole. I can feel it start to move on my mouth and lips. He's loving it so much hes trying to take control of his hole. trying to let my tongue in so I can start tongue fucking him like he really wants. He's moaning in a beat now. Music to my fucking ears. his hole opens just a pinky width and my tongue takes full advantage pushing in. "OHHh fuck." He moans neck and head moving straight up and back. I hold his hips and pull my tongue out. then push it back in. He grabs his cock without being able to hold out. So i grab his hands and guide them to their proper position. His ass cheeks. He starts to pull his ass apart. He's becoming so ripe for the picking but I like to make him really beg for it. "You like me eating that hole boy?" I ask before pushing my tongue into him again. His hole trying to accept more but not knowing how to open since he has no hole control. "uh-huh" He's moaning into the mattress, so I push my to my tongue fucking to the next level. Out and in and out and in and out and deep in really licking into his ass walls before I slap his ass and ask again "You like me eating that as boy?" "Fuck yes!" He calls out I slap his ass again "Yes Sir! Boy!" I command "Yes Sir!" He calls out "Yes Fuck Sir!" "Good boy!" And I push my tongue back into his crack while he continues moaning as my tongue assaults his hole teachinig to relax, accept and open. "Keep talking boy! Tell sir how much you like me in your hole!" I dive back in "I fucking love it sir. I fucking love it. Oh fuck yes" He pauses to moan. "Did I say stop boy! Tell me you want me in that hole" "Yes sir fuck!" He's starting to get it, but still doesn't get what I'm leading him into "Yes sir I love it. Oh god Yes Please don't stop!" "That's right boy I won't stop. And you don't stop telling daddy how much you love me in your hole!" Diving in again "Fuck yes daddy. Yes sir. Oh. My. Gaaawwd. I love it. I love it. Its all yours daddy It's you hole. I love you in my hole sir. Fuck FUck fuck fuck fuck. Yes Oh my god. fucking yes fucking yes." "Don't you dare stop boy!" "I won't daddy. Don't stop daddy. Fuck yes daddy." It goes on and on and on till he finally lets it out. My tongue Is pushing into his hole with almost no problem. Hes crack is dripping down his legs with my spit when his moans finally say, "Oh My god yes Yes yes Yes OHHH.Fuck yes. Fuck yes I love it daddy I fucking love u in my hole. Its all yours daddy. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck yes FUck Me DaddyFuck my Hole!" Just the words I was waiting for. I spread his legs and push my cock against his hole. Tooooo fucking tight, even now, except now he was freezing and scared. His moans stopped the second the fat mushroom cock head kissed his wet pink pucker. The hole shut-up so very fast. I leaned over him, my belly filling the small of his muscular back, and my hairy chest and stomach dripping sweat on his sweat as I whispered into his ear, saying "Don't you dare stop, boy!" Then, as I held his hips, I ordered him to "Tell Daddy how much you like me eating your hole." "I like you eating my hole, Daddy." He was shaking. "You like me inside don't you boy" "Fuck yes daddy. But I don't wanna get fucked." His hole, however, was saying something else. I could feel the his pucker kissing my cock head. I push him the poppers and he takes them and tries to look behind him, but I was already pushing my cock head onto his wet hole, which was so slick from my spit. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, boy. I'm gonna open up that hole and make it cream and wet and make you learn how to make it wink." He pulled forward. The kid was fast and strong but I was on top of him and he didn't really want to get away, or he would have done more to stop me when I grabbed the restraints and fastened them around one hand and then the other. He resisted only a little when he realized the cuffs were chained to the head board. "What the fuck are you doing?" He was trying to act tough. I slapped his ass and buried my tongue back into his hole, roughly eating and tongue-fucking and sucking and chewing on his hole. He was moaned all over again. "Ah fuck, man, stop. Man ....fuck...oh my god...oh fuck..." I slapped his ass, "Yes SIR, boy!" "Fuck, SIR!. Oh my god, SIR, please, no fuck!" He kept on and one as I roughly chewed on his hole, which was getting redder and slicker. In between eating his hole, I'd rub the pre-cum from my swollen cock head onto his pussy hole, pushing it in. I knew he was going to be my bitch. I grabbed his hips pushing my cock and I felt it give way. Just a milimeter, but that was enough sign for me. I kept pushing. "FUUUUCK!" he yelled , but I held his hips pulling them toward me till his hole gave way and my cock head popped it. "AHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled. "OH FUCK! It hurts, bro! It hurts!" I got the poppers bottle and pushed them under his nose. He took the bottle and began to take large hits. I felt the heat his body, and I could feel his hole relax just a bit more, so I pushed-in further. Two and half inches after my cock head had breeched his hole, he was heaving. "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. Oh my fuckkkking god!" "That's right, boy! You worship this fucking cock now." I pressed in another two inches spitting on his hole while I held his hips. He was groaning the whole way in, sucking down poppers like water. No time like the present, so I gave him the gift of my last four inches, hard and fast. He let out a guttural, manly yell. His chest dropped down on the mattress. "OH FUCK." He finally said breathing heavily Damn right I thought. His ass was wet with his sweat and mine dripping down my gut onto him and his back. I spat on him, thinking that 'though I 'd rimmed him good and deep, inside the boy was probably pretty dry. "Time to make some cream, boy." "OH my GAWFUUCKOHFUCKOH FUCK. OH. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK. OH FUCK." I began to make a steady rhythm on his hole. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. OH MY FUCK. FUCK. GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK. OH MY GAWFUCK! It was a steady beat and he accented every thrust with the obvious. I spat on my dick on every 10 or 20th thrust. First cherry began to flow on my cock. At least the boy was clean. Red spooge began to cover my cock and my lil bitcheshole. then he started moaning slower "Oh my godddddd.....ohhhhh fuck........oh oh ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhh...." His hole was opening. It had adjusted to my length, and was starting to get accustomed to my girth. "Fuck daddy..." he moaned. "You like that cock, boy?" "Fuck yesssss...." He was in high heaven. "Fucking ohhhhhhhhh...." I pulled my dick all the way out saw his pink hole had gone red. I plunged back in. "OHHHHHFUUUCK" I did it again. "OHHHMYGAWD" And again. "Fuuuuuckyeahdaddy!" So I was fucking his hole all the way in and out. He took it like a champ. Louder and harder. Moaning how much he loved my cock. was popping his hole when I first started to notice the cream. His hole began foaming white and thick and juicy. Cream coated my dick slippery and wet, as spit and pre-cum did it's work. He was backing up on my cock to the rhythm of my thrusts. "Oh fuck daddy. Daddy, Daddy Oh fuck" "You a good lil cum hole now boy. Look at that hole creaming up and shit," I told him, asking "You like that, boy?" "Fuck yes daddy. Oh dadddy daddy daaaaaaddddy." Cream dripping down his thighs. "You like this cock boy?" "Yes, Daddy," his muscled back making a wave back at my thrust. "Daddy wants to get deeper in that hole boy." "Fuck daddy. "Flip over boy." I grabbed the key from the drawer right next to the bed stand and unhooked his cuffs. He turned over on his back and His legs were shaking. I pulled them up on my chest and slid my dick in. His head rolled with pleasure. "Fuuuuuuuuckdadddddy!!!!" the muscle boy whined. "Oh my god!!!!" as I went balls deep and dug around. His abs were flexing his muscles all tense from the stress of taking his first big cock and maybe even his first cock ever. I kept deep-drilling his hole fucking and fucking and fucking. His head swung from side to side, moaning. He grabbed under his thighs and looked at me eyes buldging when I went in and closed after a few thrusts "Oh baby fuck daddy. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me oh my god just fuck me." I pushed my cock deep into him, and unloaded my cum deep into his guts. His eyes were wide open, staring at me as my cum flooded his insides. He kept silent as rope upon rope of my cum filled his hole. I made it a point to slip my cock in and out of his ass, moving the cum up and down his hole until I finally got soft and fell-out of his hole. I wiped-off the jizz which remained on my dick and rubbed it on his face, down his chest, and on his abs. He laid there motionless just breathing, looking at me as I threw on my T-shirt and walked out of the room. I grabbed his clothes from the living room and tossed them to him as he lay in the dark room. I could see him try to figure-out how his legs worked. "Can I use your bathroom?" he asked. His face and body were caked with cum and spooge. "No. You go home wearing that." He looked shocked. He slid into his clothing and I showed him to the door. He sort-of waddled out. No doubt cum was pouring out his hole. And, of course, there was no doubt he was sore. I watched him stumble back to his Nissan. Twice I thought I saw his knees give away, but in any event he got to the car, climbed in, and drove off. Naturally I waved goodbye when he drove off. He'll be back. He did, after all, forget his wallet. I had placed in on the counter near the door when I was giving him his pants but I guess he hadn't noticed it. I logged into my e-mail address to check on the craigslist advertisement I had posted before I went to the club. Probably wouldn't fuck but maybe could get someone to keep sucking my dick. My email loaded. The first e-mail showed the headless torso pic of a 25 year old jock stud. The message read Hey, masc stud just looking to JO with another masc bro...you got a nice cock. I fucking love craigslist, grindr and scruff and these boys who "Just wanna try."

I'd just moved into town with my wife but she was away for a few days at a conference. Having been bored to death watching TV the night before I knew I didn't want to stay at home so decided to take cab into the centre of town to see what bars were open. Not being a massive club man I saw a bar that looked pretty welcoming & thought I'd stick my head in for a little while and have a couple of drinks. As I walked in I could tell pretty quickly that it was a gay bar, and while not totally my scene, I certainly didn't feel intimidated. I just thought that I'd have one or two & then get a cab home. There was a small dancefloor and stage & apart from that there didn't seem too much room, apart from a seat at the bar. I asked the guy who looked like he was alone if he minded me sitting there & pulled up the chair next to him. We got to some polite chat and I found out that he was new in town as well. Sam had just moved from interstate after the break-up of his relationship and was looking for a fresh start. Although he was in his 50s he certainly didn't look 25 years older than me. He had a bit of grey in his hair & I could tell he'd looked after himself because he was wearing a tight business shirt. He was just going to have a quiet drink or two as well before heading home. All of a sudden the DJ's booming voice came over the PA, "ALRIGHT EVERYONE, IT'S COUPLES DANCE TIME!!!!" We both looked at each other with an "oh god" look on our face as it seemed everyone except us was a couple ad they moved out onto the dancefloor. "THAT MEANS YOU TWO AT THE BAR AS WELL" the DJ yelled out. "Well Adam", Sam said to me, "Doesn't look like we can sit this one out" I blushed beet red and made my way out to the dancefloor with Sam and we sheepishly danced around each other. We were dancing closely, but not really making any body contact as we both felt very awkward about it all. We'd started to get a bit more relaxed when we heard a guy next to us yell, "Come on you two, you know you're allowed to dance closer than that!", grab Sam's hand and put it on my crotch. Despite wanting to reel back in shock, the floor was so packed I was unable to and Sam's hand stayed on my cock for a few seconds before we moved it away. The music stopped and everyone applauded the DJ going on his break while we made our way back to the bar embarrassed by what had happened. "Hey Adam", Sam said, "I'm really sorry about that. I certainly don't do those things with married men!" "It's fine" I replied, a bit shocked by what had happened. "I knew it wasn't your idea. Let's grab a drink, forget about it & we'll call it a night" "NOW IT'S TIME TO CROWN OUR KING & QUEEN OF THE NIGHT!" came the MC's voice from the stage. "Well at least we know it won't be us" I smiled to Sam, and within seconds of saying it, the spotlight landed on us sitting at the bar. We waved to the cheering crowd but were quickly told that we had to go up on stage to receive our prizes. We received our drink cards & joke sashes, waved to the crowd and started to make our way back to the bar. "NO YOU TWO, YOU HAVE TO KISS!!!!!!" Looking at Sam I said, "Quick, let's do a quick peck and then we can leave" "Sure, I'm game if you are" We gave each other a little dry kiss & then started to make our way off the stage "BOOOOOOOOO!!! WE WANT MORE THAN THAT!!!" The crowd roared its approval "Not sure we can get out of this one either" Sam said to me. He pulled me close and then whispered in my ear "And think of it this way, no-one knows us here, so it doesn't really matter that much" "That's true, let's give them a little show" I replied. We moved together and I let Sam take the back of my head in my hands and pulled my face close to his. Instinctively I opened my mouth and our tongues snaked in each other's mouths, making sure the audience could see how passionately we were kissing as they cheered & wolf-whistled us. Breaking off the kiss, Sam waved to the audience and did an exaggerated bow while I stood there a little lost, shocked at how great a kisser Sam was and how much it turned me on. We both made our way off the stage with the MC as the music started up again, me still in a bit of a daze when the MC patted me on the shoulder, "Man, what a kiss! You two must have an AMAZING sex life." Still in a daze, all I could mutter was "uh......yeah...sure do" END OF PART ONE

I was laying in bed this morning and had a fantasy scenario playing inside my head and decided it would make for an interesting story, so I decided I would try and write it and see how it goes. I'm not done yet but I need to take a break so I'm posting what I have written and am interested in what you guys think. ------------------------------------------------------------ I was on my way home from work one day when my boyfriend Patrick called me and told me we’d be having guests for dinner. His uncle Steve was in town visiting his brother Frank, my boyfriend's father, and the two of them would be eating with us. Patrick also mentioned we'd have a third guest, a buddy with whom Frank had worked with at a local factory. I had met Frank several times, and he and Patrick are quite similar: same hair, same eyes, same build, same height, same weight, and I can only speculate, but I imagine they have the same cock, about eight inches, somewhat thick, with a nice set of balls that always pump out a huge load. I had never met Steve before, but upon doing so, was amused to see Steve, Frank and Patrick were spitting images of each other. It was, however, Nick, Frank's friend, who got me drooling. Now, I’m 5’8” 150 pounds, am modestly built, and Patrick, his father and Steve are even smaller at 5’ 3”, 125 pounds, nice and trim. In contrast to the rest of us, Nick was 6’ 3” 200 pounds of solid muscle, not muscle from a gym, but muscle built from an active life, and no doubt, from a lifetime of loading trucks at the factory. Now, I’m the top in my relationship with Patrick. I’m bigger than is he, both physically and in terms of dick size, but when I see a man like Nick my eyes glaze over and my asshole starts to twitch. Thankfully Patrick, Steve and Frank like to cook, so they announced they would handle putting the meal together, and warned Nick and me that we would only be in the way. I was so smitten with Nick that I gotta admit I was hoping Steve, Patrick and Frank and get to talking over a glass of wine and the three would forget that either me or Nick were there at all. We all went into the living room to have a drink and talk. Patrick, Steve, and Frank occupied our one recliner and the sofa, and as there were no other seats, Nick followed me to have a seat behind the bar to the back of the room. As I suspected the family trio started talking and tuned-out Nick and me, so I poured the two of us a strong drink and we started talking, mostly about the factory, what it was like to work there and how he really enjoyed it. He had started college and attended for a few years but decided he’d much rather be working class so dropped out and never finished. He was in his late forties and from stealing glances at his crotch while sitting at the moment I would say that he was packing something in there. A few times he noticed me looking and smiled which made me melt even more. After he finished his second drink he asked where the bathroom was so I asked him to follow me, and I led him through the house upstairs to the main bathroom. At this point I was confident enough to ‘joke’ with him. After switching on the light I asked him if he would need or wanted any help. He gave a nervous laugh, said no, and shut the door behind him. I was honestly quite taken aback, I was certain that he would be game. Dazed and confused I returned to my seat behind the bar and poured myself another drink. Looking at my glass and feeling the beginning of a buzz I decided that it was the alcohol that was making me feel a bit over confident. In addition, Nick was quite a stud, so to be sure my mind wasn’t thinking correctly. When Nick returned and resumed his seat, I made some lame remark about alcohol and having made a pass at him. “No big deal. It usually isn’t 'till after the third drink that I need help” he responded with a chuckle. My jaw hit the floor, here I thought it was all over and he just wasn’t ready. I just sat there dumbfounded till he broke the silence. “My drink ain’t gonna pour itself.” I was grinning from ear to ear as I poured him another. “What are you smiling about?” asked Patrick. “Nothing,” I replied, “Nick just told me a joke.” “Oh, well, you two have fun. We are going in the kitchen to get dinner ready.” Finally!! The trio got up and went to the kitchen where they will be cooking, leaving Nick alone with me. No sooner had they left the room than I turned to face him, wide eyed, and excited like a kid on Christmas Day waiting to open what was certain to be the best package. He chuckled a bit then shifted to a more comfortable position with his legs spread for better access and undid his jeans and zipper, then went back to his drink. The rest was up to me. I dropped from my bar stool and knelt in front of him pulling his jeans open far enough for me to reach in and pull that sweet meat out into the world. It was beautiful. At least seven and a half soft with a good thickness to it. My god, when fully erect it would be huge. Fortunately since we were behind the bar, should one of the guys cooking come back into the living room, Nick and I would be hidden by the counter, so no one would know I was blowing him. I sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth and tried my best to swallow it. I love sucking cock and love it even more when it goes in limp and I get to feel it swell and get hard in my mouth. Few things stir the desire to suck harder than that sensation. I kept the whole thing in my mouth as long as I could but eventually there was just too much. Fully erect it was nine and a half inches long, thick, but not so thick I couldn't blow it, particularly as his cock had a perfect torpedo shape - absolutely great for sucking, but also undoubtedly a pleasure to ride. I sat for a moment stroking that massive thing before me, I was in heaven, the perfect cock and I was sucking on it, my boyfriend and his family in the next room cooking and chatting away - I must admit, the fact that I could hear them chat away only added to the excitement. I glanced at this factory god with his flawless cock, his eyes were closed with a dreamy smile on his mouth. I wondered for a moment of whom he was thinking, but decided it didn’t matter. I grabbed that monster with both hands and nursed hard on the head while drilling my tongue into his piss slit. The taste of his precum was intoxicating and considering I was already pretty much drunk this was pushing me over the edge. I took his big cock as far into my mouth as I could get it, reached behind him grabbing the bar stool and pulled myself farther onto it. He moaned and grabbed my head and pushed me the rest of the way down on his cock. I knelt there, savoring the taste of his cock, the way it felt to have it filling my mouth and throat, the smell of his crotch and the weight of him holding me down on this monster. I pulled back to come up for air but he held me down choking me with his dick. Heavenly. A second later I tried to come up again and again he held me on his cock. I needed to breath, but still he held me. I slapped his thigh to let him know I enjoy this but need to breath and he just laughed and held me tighter onto his cock. I frantically grabbed the rungs of the bar stool pushing against him with all my strength trying to get this cock out of my throat so I could breath. My lungs were aching and I was starting to feel faint when he finally released me and I stumbled to my feet, violently coughing, choking, and loudly gasping for breath. I put my hand to my neck breathing deeply, staring at Nick as Patrick came running to the doorway asking, “What’s going on?” I looked at Patrick, then back at Nick who just sat there with his dick fully erect dripping saliva and precum, remarking “Your boyfriend here almost choked on an ice cube.” I looked back at Patrick, who, by this time, was backed-up by Steve and Frank. The three of them stood in the doorway and Patrick remarked (disapprovingly) “Well, he does drink too fast, always trying to get it all in.” With that the three of them walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. As I caught my breath, I stared at Nick's beautiful cock as it bobbed up and down. Nick, not to disappoint, reached down and grabbed it by the base and shook it at me, quietly saying “It’s time to fuck.” As hot as I was, I couldn’t say no. I dropped my pants and turned around, presenting my ass for Nick's pleasure. Or should I say 'our pleasure'? After all, I wanted that cock in my ass as much as he wanted my ass. While the circumstances dictated discretion, I was in a very clumsy position to take a huge cock up my ass, but necessity, as we all know, will find a way, so I found myself, essentially, laying on the bottom shelf of the bar, which, fortunately, was more or less empty, my ass raised to afford Nick access. While this meant I was essentially inside the bar laying with my body twisted sideways so I could barely see him, I could certainly feel Nick, and that was all that mattered. In the corner I noticed a small brown bottle of poppers that must have been lost. Thank god, I was already shaking in anticipation of that cock fucking me, partly because I was excited about it and partly because I was scared that he was going to make it hurt. I couldn’t exactly scream in this position because there would be absolutely no hiding this. I quickly unscrewed the bottle and started to inhale deeply as I felt him press the head of his cock against my hole. I could feel the thick saliva that had been dredged up from the back of my throat mixed with his precum on my hole as he started to press himself into me. AHHHHH. It hurt! I rammed my thumb in my mouth and bit down to distract from the pain. My body tensed and he stopped pushing. I took another hit of the poppers, and another, and another. Finally I got hit with that rush of heat and it was at that moment that I realized that he didn’t have a condom on. Oh well I was too high on poppers to care and was enjoying the feeling of just having his cock in me. He kept sliding farther in till I tensed then he would stop and wait a bit. Then a bit more till I finally felt his hips right behind mine with his big cock buried neatly in me. I took another hit of the poppers to keep the feeling going as I felt that big cock slowly sliding out of me and then back in. As rough as he was holding my head down on that cock he was super gently with the fucking. Slow and rhythmic. I could periodically hear him place his glass back on the bar above me so knew that up above it would appear business as usual, while down below I was getting filled. “Where’s Andy?” I heard the familiar voice asking. It was my boyfriend. The fucking rhythm ceased. “He slipped out for a bit of air. After his choking bit I think he needed a little breather.” Nick laughed a little with his response. “Well he shouldn’t have left you alone.” “It’s fine, I don’t mind, I can keep myself company.” “Well my Dad and uncle can handle the kitchen for a minute so I’ll stay here till Andy gets back.” I’m Andy, by the way, in case you hadn’t figured that out yet. And here I was crammed inside a bar with a huge cock in my ass while my boyfriend was chatting it up with the god the cock was attached to. Occasionally Nick would shift his standing position which would move his cock either further in or a little out of my ass, so I was kind of still getting fucked but I wanted a pounding or at least more than what I was getting. The cock in my ass was nice but I wanted some movement. I fantasized about Nick being able to finish fucking me then feeling him pull out and shoot his load all over my face. I imagined me licking every drop of his load from wherever it fell. Then I was horrified when I realized that the cock that was impaling me was going limp from lack of stimulation. I rhythmically squeezed my ass together around his cock to bring it back to life. I most definitely didn't want it to slide out of my ass. As I took another hit of popper. Nick shifted and I realized that the bar was quite solid, and that if I was careful, I could ride Nick's cock with alerting Patrick as to what was going on. I hit the poppers again and backed up a little. Nick resisted, which forced his cock back into me. Then I kept hitting the poppers and rocking my hips back and forth moving his cock in and out of my hole. Between the poppers and the constant pressure on my prostate and knowing that my boyfriend was right there while I was getting fucked I was in pure heaven. Suddenly Nick grunted a bit. “Are you okay?” Patrick asked. “Yes,” Nick replied as he grunted again. “Are you sure?” "Yes. Just a little…uhh…cramping in my…ahh…thigh is all.” The noises didn’t clue me in cause I was poppered out of my mind but I felt his cock swell and get warmer and start throbbing and I knew that he had cum or was cumming cause the throbbing seemed to go on and it suddenly got easier to get him farther in me. As hot as the situation was I was ready to cry, this was not what I wanted at all. I wanted Nick to have fucked me good, cum on my face and leave. I didn’t want to get fucked bare and I most certainly didn’t want his load in my ass. It was about five minutes after Nick had cum inside me when I got an ever greater shock. His cock was still rock hard in my ass and still being horny as hell, I kept hitting the poppers and rocking back and forth working his cock while my boyfriend was still talking with him. “So my Dad told me you have HIV and....” WHAT! I completely froze. I put the bottle of poppers down in front of me and then didn’t move. I had just been fucked in an unbelievable position by a man with an unbelievable cock who had cum inside me and now I find out he has HIV? My head was about to explode and my mind was racing. What should I do? There was no way to pull out without being noticed by my boyfriend, who for some reason decided to stay at the bar and keep Nick company, but I did not want to stay with this infected cum in my ass. Time was passing so slowly with everything that was on my mind. Nick’s cock was still hard as a rock and I for some reason was getting horny again. I hadn’t gotten off from the first fucking but finding out that Nick was positive really killed the mood. Unfortunately feeling a cock in my ass was quite stimulating. I imagine Nick was feeling uncomfortable about the situation because after I stopped stimulating him when I heard he was positive, his voice changed a bit when he was talking with my boyfriend. He seemed a bit edgy, but he certainly hadn’t lost the erection. I tried to move forward slowly to remove the cock from my ass but my head was already in the corner of the bar. I tried to slid my hand to a better position and knocked over the bottle of poppers that I had been sniffing. The poppers had spilled everywhere. And a huge cock had plugged-up my ass, ensuring the poz load couldn't escape. And I was getting high again. The poppers. I had spilled them in an enclosed place. Oh god. A minute later and I was hard as fuck again and rocking back and forth getting that cock farther inside. I didn’t care about the load it felt hot inside me. I was hungry and wanted more.

I was in a phase of experimenting with drugs. I had acquired a small amount of tina just to see what it was like. I was living alone in a big city, and had really only done Molly before. My plan was to do a bit, and jerk off or clean my apartment. I was completely unprepared for the NEED for sex that flooded through my usually shy (and not very experienced with women ) brain as I knew I would do anything to satisfy the lust that was consuming me. I went to craigslist to find a escort to fuck, but it was clear that my small cock was totally going to be useless tonight. Even though I never had a gay thought in my life before that point, I realised I could suck or be fucked by a man. And it was HOT. I didn't hesitate or think if it was a good idea... I just searched craigslist for a man who would let me suck his cock. An hour later I was in a strangers apartment sucking my first cock, and LOVING it. But it was way too quick before he shot his cum in my mouth and I was out the door still horny as fuck. I spent the next couple hours at a strip club groping hot women. I could have done that all night if i had the money. But when the money ran out i was still horny as hell. So I, completely out of the blue, and unprepared, went to a bathhouse for the first (and so far only) time. I was a fish out of water, and must have looked a mess... but I sucked a few more cocks and saw images that burned into my mind and probably permanently adjusted my sexuality. I loved sucking cock more than anything. I loved the smell, the feel, the taste. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I never found anyone to fuck me that night, and the next day I couldn't believe it happened and lost all interest in gay sex. But any time I get high it all floods back and I want desperately to feel another cock in my mouth and a I want to feel as many cocks as possible break in my ass. I am not only consumed by lust, but now I get consumed by how fucking filthy I can be. I want to be fucked in public, I want to be tied up, i want to suck every cock in the city. I've never gone back and now I don't live in the same city any more. But... at this point porn doesn't do it for me and I would kill for someone to finish the job and train me to be the sluttiest bottom in the city. But there just isn't time to act on it before it all passes.

I don't think it's something you can learn (unless I don't know about it). It just happens. It happened to me a few times when the top just hit the right places and his cock pounded my prostate over and over. I start leaking precum and then shoot a load without touching my cock while he was fucking me. It is a great feeling. I always hope it happens but often it doesn't. Usually when it happens I can continue getting fucked and want more and more and shoot another load (even three once). That's not always the case as I asked/explained in another thread (Question to bottoms: Can you continue once you have cum?)

Anytime it's happened to me it was because the dick was big enough and it was stroking all the right places, like my prostate. Good tops know how to hit it hard and make their bottoms moan/cum.

I agree with Omver It all depends on the Guy and his load for me. Guys that Gush out loads I can feel and love it and I can feel it in my throat. It almost makes me Cum when I feel jets of cum in my mouth

Fulfill My Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. *** Everyone should be OK with Drinking, Smoking, Party Favours ect. but Not expected to partake in them if they choose. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99

Pitt1988, Take this as you want, but i am not sure you are ready to have condomless sex right now, PrEP or not. The thing about random sexual encounters is that you really never know the full true story of what people are, what they may have, their real status, etc. You can ask all the questions you want, but that isn't always going to make them true. Additionally for many guys, asking a thousand questions will just get you blocked. I'm not saying that mentality is right or wrong, but its a fact. Additionally there is nothing wrong if you are nervous about it, but you need to follow what you feel like in a situation like this, not what others are going to tell you. Nothing about any protection method is 100%, so you need to weigh your pro's and cons yourself and see what you come up with. The science is there to show that PrEP works when taken correctly, but you have to decide if thats enough for you.

Time, time time a nice buzz some poppers and a top who is willing to take the time. My motto, slam it in now that might be all you get, go slow let me get used to it and you cam slam it all night. It also depends on whats hurting, if he is thick and its the stretch, I can get used to it, it will always stretch to accommodate . But sometimes length or angle, havent figured it out yet but sometimes if a guy is 9-10" it hits on something inside, its a sharp pain that hurts quite a bit and not the good kind. I had a young stud that had at least 12" and he could pound away no problem, but then have had someone not as long but they bottom out. I need to figure it out because its a fun stopper. If thats happening balls deep is going to be about an inch short LOL Thickest guy was 8' around, I checked It took a minute to accommodate that I havent found a no thats to big yet

I do care! But the fun part is to a degree to let the top handle you.

Amazing vid from this guy. Two of the comments: - Fucking dirty cum whore!!! Bellisimo - my god TIM has a run for its money in italy http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=l70N7-G496-#.VNYMenl0zIU Gangbang italiana Ten pigs fuck my ass and my mouth with no mercy. Final cum gift starts at 6:08

I was on my way home from a birthday party, and I was thirsty so I stopped to get a soda. I happened to check my growlr messages and lo and behold, I got a message from an old fuckbuddy. He and his bf were in town, and their hotel was across the interstate from where I was. How could I refuse? After drinking a little and smoking some pot, they led me into the bathroom. I sucked both of them to hardness, and then fucked the bottom but didn't come cause I wanted to get fucked too. The top, with a giant cock, tried to put it in me without any lube. I asked if his thinner-girthed partner could fuck me first. He fucked me for a while. He warned me he was going to come, and I pulled him deeper into me with my legs. He came. Then his partner mounted me. It hurt, even with the loosening and the cummy hole. I had to take a break for about a minute, but then he slid right in. He stretched my hole wide open. He fucked me for a good twenty minutes, alternating with my fucking myself on his giant rod, before blasting a load to join his boyfriend's. Both of them are still inside me as I write this.

Poppers and practice...

I was so fucking horny yesterday, during lunch went to a video booth near Times Square and was blessed enough to get two big dicks to suck on and swallow. First guy was a good looking mid 40's black guy. Nice sized cut dick all the way around, about 7.5-8", big longer type of balls, nice pubes. When it came through the slot, I was very happy and grateful. It was tasty, sucked it up and down, suck on his balls, I was all over his dick the best I could until I heard the sound, I'm gonna cum, and sprayed a tasty nut down my throat. He could definitely tell I was hungry and thanked me as he left. Waiting a couple minutes, shorter, stocky Italian guy in a blue worker outfit comes in. Did the eye contact, went into the booth. He puts on straight porn, drops trou and pushes through a nice fucking FAT 6.5-7" cut cock and BIG fucking hairy balls and his fucking cock smelled like a man's dick. I attacked that fucking dick like a man starved for oxygen. The more I sucked it, the fatter it got and between the straight porn playing, his intense moaning, mixed with bucking his hips, it was intense. Finally he pulled his dick out of my mouth, put his head down and tell me he can't take much more and is about to cum and if I wanted it. Hell fucking yeah I want your cum I told him. I thought the man before him came a big load, when he finally came, he fucking filled my mouth and covered my tongue in nice sweet tasting cum. And he fucking came and came and came. After I was truly grateful, felt so satisfied and was able to face the rest of the day, meetings and all, happy and focused.

Got 2 today. One totally anon hookup came over, had door open, blindfolded, ass up in a jock. He rimmed me, then shoved in raw and shot his load after a few pumps. Was still horny so went to a local cruzy public bathroom and had another totally anon random guy load me. Loved it.

PART FOUR I was enjoying being in Sam's arms and us kissing so much that it didn't even register that the lights had been turned on. "CLOSING TIME GUYS!!" came the announcement and I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that our time at the bar had come to an end. As I looked into Sam's eyes I asked, "Is it OK if we go back to yours tonight?" "What about your wife?" "I told you, she's away for a few days at a conference." "I was more referring to the fact that you have a wife" I rubbed his rock hard cock through his pants & whispered in his ear, "What wife?" He took my hand and we went outside and hailed a cab. Even though I was still high, being away from the security of the bar made me a little more cautious while we were in the cab. Whenever I saw the driver's eyes look away from the rear view mirror I stroked Sam's cock with a cheeky smile on my face, making sure he was staying hard the whole trip home. I couldn't help but feel proud that I was such a good cocktease on my very first time with a guy. Even though it was only about a 10 minute ride, it was torture for both of us. I wanted Sam's cock so badly, and he wanted me on his cock so badly! Even though I should've been nervous, I was beside myself with excitement when we finally got to his place. He fished in his pocket for his keys, while I couldn't help but do a little fishing myself and put my hand in his other pocket! He opened the door and I couldn't control myself, my tongue deep in his mouth and unzipping his pants to get a proper grip on his cock. Between kisses he managed to get out, "Are you sure you don't want a drink of water or anything?" "There's only one thing I want right now" I replied and pulled both his pants & briefs down in one motion. I could see a couch out of the corner of my eye and pushed him towards it, him stumbling with his pants round his ankles and shoes & socks still on. He sat down and leant forward to take them off, but I pushed him back wanting a proper look at the hard cock I'd been anticipating. It was like something I'd seen in the (many, many) porn movies I'd watched in my time. It would have been 9 or 10 inches uncut and even though I should have been intimidated I was so excited to suck my first ever cock, and that I'd have so much to work with. All I could say as I looked at it was "Wow". "That's usually what most guys say when they see it" Sam replied with a smile. I smiled too looking at the head, glistening with precum, knowing that I'd turned on my first guy so much. I started licking all round the head, lapping up & savouring the taste of both his cock and the precum leaking from it. Knowing how much I loved eye contact from Jessie when receiving a blowjob I looked deep into Sam's eyes as I started to really suck his cock, working my hand up and down his shaft. It was only then that I realised he was more or less still fully clothed, but with his pants around his ankles. It didn't worry me though as I was too busy enjoying every inch of my first ever cock, courtesy of this sexy older man. As I sucked him, Sam reached into a drawer next to the couch, pulled out a little glass bottle and started to unscrew the lid. He took a deep sniff out of the bottle in each nostril & I felt his cock get even harder (as if that was even possible!) "What are those?" I asked. "They're called poppers. A lot of guys use them to make the highs even higher" he replied between moans. I snatched them off him and inhaled them deeply. Immediately I was flying and there was only thing I could think of, wanting Sam deep inside me. I pulled my clothes off as quickly as I could until I was stark naked in front of Sam. "My god Adam, you're amazing" Sam said as he looked up at me. "I want you to fuck me Sam" I sighed as I straddled him. I coated my hand in spit and ran it up & down his cock, lubing it up as much as I could because I knew it would be a bit of work to get him inside me. "Take another hit of the poppers" Adam told me, "They'll loosen up your hole & make it a lot easier". I took a massive hit and aimed his cock at my virgin hole. My eyes widened as I felt the head of his cock inside me and moaned in a mixture of pain & pleasure. "Just gently ease your way down" Sam told me and I started to work his cock inside me, holding it as I tried to control things. Before I knew it he was halfway inside me and I already felt so full! "You're doing great baby" Sam said, looking into my eyes. I knew then that it was my job that night to do everything I could please this beautiful man. I took one more hit and sat down on his cock, feeling his balls rubbing against mine. "Ooooh yes" I moaned in delight and kissed Sam deeply. "You like being inside me, my sexy man?" "You're so tight and beautiful" he replied as I rocked on his cock. "The only thing is, you've got me so horny, I don't think I'll last very long. That's alright my man, we've got all the time in the world" and I started to ride him, taking another hit before handing them to him. He took a massive hit & seemingly within seconds screamed "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!!!!!" Knowing what I liked when I was about to cum, I held his face in my hands and kissed him like I'd never kissed anyone before. It should've been strange to me that I was so willing to take on the female role in this situation but I just wanted to make my man happy. The moment I felt the first spurt of cum paint the inside of my ass I was so happy that this sexy guy wanted to plant his seed inside me. I rocked gently on him, milking his hard cock before it flopped out of me. I let out a little groan of disappointment "Turn around and let me look at you" Sam said. I eagerly turned round & bent over to present my ass to him as he adjusted his pants, pushing them all the way down, hands in his pockets. "Ooops, little bit of cum seeping out." He said and quickly pushed a couple of fingers inside me to get it back in while I giggled. I felt a sharp pain but just figured it was due to my ass getting fucked for the first time... END OF PART FOUR

Just left a sex party that a guy from BBRTS set up at a hotel. It was a group of about 10 guys, I got 3 loads and gave 2. All within about an hour. I don't even know who was fucking me but I sure felt all 3 loads. My hole is sloppy right now. so HOT

Been working way too much this month so the year is off to a slow start for me in terms of loads. Today I took load #3 for the year from my favorite fuck buddy, a sexy 30 year old muscular black top (neg) with the perfect thick 9 inch dick. His dick was made for my ass and we have the best chemistry. We made out while he fucked my cunt missionary then flipped me over and drilled me for another 15 or 20 minutes before finally blasting my hole deep with his load. I came home pushed it out and jacked off with his cum..

PART TWO Fortunately the music started up straight away so Sam and myself made our way back to our seats. As we sat down Sam said to me "Man, that Jessie of yours is a lucky girl, you're a fantastic kisser", blushing I replied that he wasn't too bad himself. Our plan for one last drink went out the window though after winning the drink cards as I wanted to remove all evidence of me being there and whenever someone came to the bar they wanted to buy us a drink in celebration (and who says no to a free drink?) The drinks eventually took their toll though and I made my way to the bathroom for a piss. As I stepped inside I moved to the trough which had room for 3 guys side by side. I was pissing with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of breaking the seal for the night when I heard a familiar voice beside me, "Mmmmm, and a nice dick as well" and then gave my cock a couple of long strokes. I turned in shock to see the MC from earlier in the night. He was standing next to me jerking his cock and not even pretending to piss and I could tell that he'd be rock hard before too long. A voice on the other side of me said "Sorry mate, but he's all mine and I don't like to share." Turning round I was incredibly thankful to see Sam's smiling face. He batted the MC's hand away & took hold of my dick, expertly stroking me. Thinking it would be best if I played along I agreed, "Maybe some other time but tonight's it's just the two of us" and I slipped my hand inside Sam's pants and started to fondle his cock, turning towards him for another passionate kiss. I was thankful the MC couldn't see my face as I was so shocked by the size of Sam's cock. Even semi-hard it was longer & thicker than I could imagine! "Let me know if you change your mind then" the MC said as he left while I did my best to get my hand out of Sam's pants, zipped myself up & returned to the bar. Sam returned shortly after and apologise immediately. "Sorry I had to do that again mate but I figured it was the easiest way out for you and I'd already grabbed you once tonight. What's one more between friends!" We both laughed, "Hey I'm sorry if I went too far in there myself" I said, "It was probably the alcohol talking but I thought it was better if I played along" "No problems at all man, especially seeing I got to kiss you again. And Jessie's even luckier from the looks of that dick of yours" I choked on my dick, "Jessie's lucky!?! Mine's nothing compared to yours. God you could cause some real damage with that thing!" "It's been known to" Sam replied with a smile END OF PART TWO

Think I'm in the minority here, huge turn off for me when a top refers to my hole as 'pussy' or 'cunt'. I still let him fuck & breed because I want that load but I feel I'm a MAN getting fucked by a MAN & hearing words linked to the female gender during sex just kills the vibe for me. If you want pussy or cunt then go find yourself a woman..I'm a man & you are fucking my ASS..HOLE

So fucking hot!

Dude, you did it again. Fucking hot story. The guy who did my second tattoo almost 20 years ago I would have let do anything he wanted to me. I know he saw I was boned up. I wish I had nerve to make the first move.

Never been piss fucked, sounds amazing!

Friday I was at work and got a text from a fuck bud. He was chatting me up and getting me all hot. I told him I'd come over about 5 and let him load me up with his poz loads. As I was walking out of work at 4 another fuck bud hit me up and told me his bf wasn't home and he wanted me to stop by. So I stopped by on my way home and he took me into his room and handed me the poppers and lubed my ass and shoved in. He's pretty thick so I had to really huff the poppers and take it like a man. He pumped me for about 10 minutes and had me beg for his poz load. I was begging and moaning as he nutted deep inside me. He pulled out and I cleaned him up and got dressed and left. I then headed over to my other buds house and he was hot to hear I got another poz load. He didnt even want me to suck him he just pushed me on the bed, ass up, and slide inside my sloppy hole and pumped me full of his poz loads too. It was so fucking hot, two poz loads from two tops within an hour.

Long and Thick Cherry Popper. A Gym Boy I sat up on the bench press after finishing a good set and took a look around. Evening time around the gym is one of my favorite eye candy stores. Guys that spend too much time fawning and focusing on every muscle and comparing theirs to their friends get so curious. They look in the mirror to the right and left checking themselves out. Checking out the guys next to them. If they say they never think about touching, feeling, and going maybe "a little" further they'd be lying. I start my count in my head. Fucked him, Fucked him. Fucked him twice. It was an easy set up. Be friend them. Work out with them. Sauna with them. Invite them over for a protein shake, then teach them how to make cum blast protein shake. Once in a while we actually even stay in contact after they're done ass training. Mostly they just text me when they can't get any from their girlfriends, and I gladly give them what their girlfriends can't. Bodies smooth to shaved to little bit manlier and scruff. One of my previous fucks catches me counting and makes eye contact with me. I push my tongue into my cheek and nod his way. He stifles a laugh, goes red and becomes very interested in his next set. I was about to choose him as my next fuck tonight when a new boy walked in. A trainer was at his side, giving him the business tour. The new guy was at least six feet, maybe 160 or 170 pounds, with light brown hair. His body was soft, which suggested he didn't work out much, or hadn't in a while. A natural muscle build that hadn't seen real pressure lined his shoulders and biceps. A trace of a triceps line that use to show without a flex. A chest line runs from his collar bone down under his tank. All the remnants of a sport regimen he probably doesn't follow anymore. I follow him for a second longer when he turns and his slim 30/32 waist bounces back in his cheap knock off brand gym shorts filling out an strong hard ass. This boy squats. Or at least use to. I needed to grab that ass. I couldn't help but lick my lips a bit. I went back to my set and await the opportunity. He finishes up his tour, thanked the trainer and walked over the the stretching area. I watch him bend over, hanging his torso between his spread legs swaying from side to side and damn he was flexible. He stretches his arms above his head and I see the set of where two defined hiplines use to lead down to his groin but now only their shaply form remain. He walks around the gym for a second surveying, deciding what to hit first. He walks over to pull up bar and begins. He struggles and first but pushes himself to finsih a 15 set. I move to a nearby chest fly machine. He throws in a set up pushups, then moves to shoulders. I dance around his routine moving making sure not to be noticed and not get caught by my fuck buddies who may otherwise cock block me. Finally he moves over to the decline bench and I catch him struggle with his first set. He looks at the weight debating. I take the window. "Don't lower the weight" I chip in walking over. "What?" "Ask for a spot boy, don't lower the weight" What is he deaf? I think, "Go for it, I got you" He quickly falls back down on the decline bench my crotch hanging over his face away by a hardon length. Only in a gym will guys never question this. "Go for it!. 8. Come on 9. There you go boy. 10. Two more. 11. Yeah one more! 12 set." "Thanks man" "Don't thank me yet" I smile. "I got alterior motives with you." "What?" He tilts his head like a confused dog. He is gonna look so good with a mouthful of cock. I think. "I need to use you. Need a spot for shoulder press." "Oh sure." Like coaxing a boy to push his ass back. We finish up our workout together. His name is Austin. Just moved back home and He's enrolled at the community college here after he hurt his knee playing with some friends at a party. This was his first real workout in 3months. I smile and put my hand on his bicep. "Yeah I can tell" I say mockingly. "Shut the fuck up." He says pushing me back alittle laughing. "I'll be back to my prime in a week." "Whatever boy. Hit the showers." We walk to the locker room and I strip down instantly. Testing his curiosity. He instictivly looks down faces a corner while he undresses . Fine by me because as his ass falls out of their shorts my jaw hits the floor. Soft and bouncy. Smooth as a baby, and the line of his crack is so tight i can only imagine the grip his hole has between those soft bubbles. I draw no attention to it just walk to the showers and he follows a few seconds behind. I start up a conversation asking about where he's from. He said he had planned to play college ball but now not so sure. "How old are you?" I inquire "19" He says "You're a baby. Plenty of time to figure things out" He smiles and says nothing. We finish dressing and walk out making small talk here and there. As he says bye, I take some initiative. "What you doing tonight Austin?" He turns around. "I don't got anything planned. Its just wednesday." "Come by. My girl is out of town so I'm bored as shit was thinking bout doing a little pre-drinking then going to this club downtown. "On a wednesday?" "Yeah. I know a couple of the dancers. They're pretty fine, but can't go when my girl is around. " He smiles. "I'm not 21." He says sheepishly "I know the owner. He'll push you in" "Well fuck...sure" "Follow me." He drives his big truck close behind my jeep back to my place. 10pm. I open my home and he follows me inside, and while standing at the door, he says, "I'm not dressed for a club." He's wearing a well worn slightly tight T and some baggy gym pants. "Don't worry. Its not fancy? You drink beer?" "Yeah." I hand him a bottle already opened. He drinks unsuspecting a thing of what I have planned for him. "You mind if I smoke." I ask. he looks little nervous n says no. I light up a small bowl and hit. I flip on the TV." Find whatever you like. I got to call my girl for a bit, have maybe one more beer then we'll head out cool?" He nods and takes the remote, as I leave the room. I hear him watch and drink after 15 minutes he's only halfway down his first beer. "Wanna hit?" I ask him handing him a joint. "I've never done it." He smiled sheepishly. I teach him how and he tries coughing hard. I raise his hands above his head and he coughs while I laugh at him. We smoke. We drink. He starts to ramble. he drinks some more. "Bro, I'm fucked up." "Yeah you are." I smile. Can't hold your liquor" "Its the weed bro" "Whatever you can crash here if you like" "Nah I should go home." "Don't drive drunk. Just go home in the morning. you don't wanna kill someone." I pat him hard on the shoulder and he winces. "That hurt bro." "You're hurt bro?" "No." "Let me see." I rub his shoulder softly. He lets out a sigh. "Bro let me work that out for you. you'll pass out in no time. You can use my bed." I saw while rubbing his shoulder. He mumbles an okay enjoying the soft rub. He turns his back to me as I rub. He smokes. He drinks. I get under his shirt. Finally he pulls off his shirt and starts moaning at my touch. I take a hit from the joint and grab his chin turn him to me and shot gun it into his mouth. Then I do it again. Then I push my tongue into his mouth he moans as I'm not rubbing his drunk dick. He's silent as I push him on his stomach on the pull off his pants. and place my hands on his soft smooth ass cheeks. "What the fuck bro" But with out answering I let my tongue over his balls and a up n down his crack. He grabs the sheets and moans loud. In almost no time. his back is arched and he's pushing my hairless asshole back on my tongue. Moaning as he moves in one continuous sound of OHsAhsand UHs My tongue works hard spreading his tight hole till finally its licking his inner ass walls. spitting and making him moan. His face is red drunkingly blushed. his hole wet from my eating, time to push this further. I turn him over and he's sporting a very nice thick cock freshly oozing precum from how badly he loved getting rimmed. I take the head in my mouth and he watches me suck on his thick cock. his eyes wide as i suck and I take a finger and rub his tight wet hole. He leans back on his elbows losing his mind over the sensation, nervousness, and excitement of it all. I take the this chance to light up a bowl and begin again to shot gun it. Hes enjoying it. kissing back. so high so drunk so horny. We're making out hard and rough inbetween hits and my index digist is rubbing around his hole again and again encouraging and begging. till finally it slips in. his eyes buldge at the invasion and he stares at me shocked as my finger slowly begins to move inside him .he grabs my forearm, part in protest, part for suppose as my arms moves between his legs. finger moving inside him rubbing his prostate. his breathing is gasping and eyes never blink looking at me while i prep him for his inevitable fate. I pull my finger out and he looks shocked. i lick my digit and taste his hole "Does it taste good?" he asks I point the finger at him closer to his lips. He backs away for a second then gingerly opens his mouth and begins to suck on my finger. "Good boy" I encourage. "Hell yeah suck harder" and he does. He closes his eyes for a second and I put my hand behind his head and begin to finger fuck his mouth. Add a second finger. then a third. using my other hand behind his head to guide his body down. He's less then a foot away from my dick and with a gentle nudge he takes the head on his lips and begins to lick it. "Oh man" I say "Good?" He asks. I shot gun another hit into his mouth and push him back down. He starts to a small rythem sucking barely two inches into his mouth so I pull him back up to kiss him. then back down on my cock My tongue invading his mouth every few moments makes him more recepetive to take my cock down longer, and deeper. I grab some lube out of my bed stand and start to rub it on my fingers and play with his hole again He starts to whimper like a puppy. "Feels good don't it boy." He moans and nods his head with my cock head just barely popping out of his soft lips. He accepts my finger much easier this time. I slip it in and begin to nudge and he bucks slightly. His hole is gripping my digit so hard I add more lube and begin to get aggessive. My rythem harder and deeper with my one finger. He stopps sucking my cock as the pain and pleasure become too much. He leans back again as my finger works on his hole fast and soft. Oh my god is all he can moan. I kiss him hard and introduce a second digit. His head flys back as his hole is stretched for the first time. His breathy moans are music to my ears and I will not stiop till he is all mine. I dig and push as he is now bucking on my two fingers. " I'm gonna cum!" he screams. and I lower my mouth over his cock just as I push is prostate from within and he unloads 8 hot strips of thick cum into my throat. I suck it all down and his eyes never blink in shock. He lays down gasping for air. and I begin to lick up his soft muscles and well tones body feeling him shiver and moan "What just happened?" He finally says I smile. "I'll tell you when I'm finished." I move betwwen his legs and spread them letting my dripping hard cock get lubed up with my right hand. He starts to back away. "Bro I'm straight man!" "U were just sucking dick two seaconds ago moaning how much u like getting ur ass played with." his still hard cock bounced as he backed up to the headboard. "Bro!" HIs complaints are lost as I start stroking his dick. He's still so high even after his first cum. HIs arms fail him as he'strying to edge back and my cock begins to line up with his smooth baby hole. I grab my poppers and push them under his nose. "Sniff!" I command and he does it. So tired and high and drunk and unable to really push back. thie rush hit stikes him hard and he nearly collapses on his back staring at the cieling I lean my whole body on him and begin pushing my cock against the tiny hole. He begins moan/screaming already just the presure alone. He's so tight. I apply more lube and give him more poppers. and push AHHHHHHHHHH he starts yelling but grabs on to me. holding me while my cock begins invading. his beautiful eyes are bulding again. His soft studly smooth body is covered with goosbumps. I push harder holding him down. his breathing is hard as this screaming. and he slips. My thick cock head rushes his hole and his ass clamps on it hard squeezing my cock head pushing it down and without being encouraged he grabs the poppers and takes 4 hard deep wiffs. and all at the same time his eyes rolls back his body relaxes and his ass stops clamping. I keep ading pressure. and he screams as my invasion deepens . One inch past the head he begins thrashing. Two his arms are slapping my shoulders. Three his head is shaking hard from side to side. Four his eyes are like huge saucers on me and he begins banging his head up and down. 5 he starts to push himself against my weight only succeeding in going deeper into the mattress. 6 his legs widen and toes are hard curled. 7 his back begins to arch as he stares deep into me. 7.5 the screaming gets louder. 8 the screaming stops he's start making chocking noses as his breathing and gasps cut into his scream. 8.5 his whole body goes stiff and his hands and grabbing at sheets as his muscle are all flexed and veins popping. 8.7 my balls touch his hole I push my tongue inside his open mouth and he slowly ever so slowly begins to relax. We makeout. 5 minutes of invasion felt like an internity. I know he is ripped dispite my eating and the lube. And i'm happy about ever tear. His breathing is happening in glups as we kiss. I take a deep hit of poppers. He follows suit. Hold on boy" I advise him His hands grip my headboard. "Fuck" he says SLAM I pull back hard and force a hard thrust. "FUCK!!!!:He screams SLAM His head reels SLAM SLAM! "AHHHHHHH!!!:He moans twice SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM his eyes are buldging "FUCK ME FUCK FUCK OMG FUCK YES!" SLAM Grind SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM Grind he makes animal nosies and gasps of thanks, shock, awe and worship. His hole is wet and sticky from sweat. I hold open his legs and watch as my hairy balls and dick and pulling back and away the hole that minutes before could barely accept a pinky . I'm gonna enjoy this. I think as I start feeling the hole on every inch of my cock. hittin his ass hard. then slow. Holding his legs appart. Pushing them over his head. His moans match my beats melody of bass I let a hand rub his body and flick his nipples to vary the pitch and count. Then I pull out My work is magnificent. His hole is pink and wet and sticky and red and cream lined from my precum. it automatically squeezes and blinks then as it opens again i shoved my self in causing Austin to feerze and squeeze all over. I pull out all again and repeat. Again and again. His hole becoming more and more acommodating. I finally shove my cock in balls deep and begin to bouce my hips hard slaming and fucking. drilling him. He grabs me for dear life becoming so religious "I'm gonna breed you baby" I say knowing his only response is loud and worshipping "FUUUCK YESSS!" "Thats right baby." "OHMYGAWD!" "That's right baby. Take my load." "FUCKGAWDFUCKYESOHFUCK!" I feel his legs tighten around me and it makes my balls boil I grab his sides and arch my back fucking forward thrusting as hard as my as will push into him. Rabbit drilling. Growling like a beast looking deep into his bulding beautiful baby eyes. I noises are in unison. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I feel the heat leaving my balls and dick and filling rope after rope into him. He looks down at his cock. which bouces to my every cock pulse. His prostate and inner ass feeling every wave. When the last drop has been placed I grab his cock and continue fucking feeling cum coat my cock and the walls of his ass. His ass begins convulsing as a second load begins to spray from his cock covering me and him in his second fresh load and which arrives with hard heaves and moans that make his whole body confulse I slide my hard cock out and look at the cream spilling out of his hole. I was running in globs down his legs ass again and agian as if I'd stuck a hose of cum up his ass and turned it on high. He reaches down and touches his hole. It doesn't blink. His touch makes it squeeze but even then it doesn't close. his hand falls back abouve his head as he looks at his fingers red pink and white. His adonise body covered in cum and sweat and shame and I can't wait to review the camera praying that it had enough battery for everything. He tries to roll over and falls back on his back. paralyzed. broken. popped. "I'm gonna shower then we can start round two" I say even though even I know I'm spent I walk out the door and hear the shuffling. The desperate pleadings to get control of his body. He can't move this or that part the way it should. I hear him stumble in the halway. crash once. Crash twice. reach the door. Stumble with a button. Give up. Waddle out the door. Crash again. pleading with his body. Truck door opens Truck door closes speed off. I lay back in bed still freshly coverd in his second load. Flip on the TV and hit rewind on the hidden camera menu.

6. "Sounds great to me," Javier said. "Get over here and clean me off," he said to me." I rolled off of my back and tried not to fall off the bed at the same time. As I sat up, I had a sudden head rush. It was made even worse by the poppers and tina. "You ok there?" Eli asked me. "Yeah, just a head rush," I said. I stood up slowly, next to Eli, as Javier climbed to the side of the bed. "This should help," he said, handing me the bottle of poppers. "Maybe," he laughed. I knelt down between Javier's legs and did a long hit from the poppers. His dick was right in front of me and it was still glistening from my ass. There was a light covering of lube, ass juice, and cum. Normally, ass-to-mouth was something I tried to avoid, but as the poppers hit me, it seemed like the most natural and right thing to do. It was my life and calling to lick Javi's cock clean and get it hard again. Hungrily, I took the very tip into my mouth, licking up the last drop or two of cum. "Oh fuck, that's hot," Javier said as I worked to take the rest of the head in my mouth. It was still warm from my ass. The neutral flavor of the lube mixed with the tang of my ass and the saltiness of the jizz. He took the bottle of poppers from me and did a hit himself. "You gonna re-fill that pipe today?" he asked Eli. Eli had been zoning out, dividing his attention between the porn still playing on the TV and watching me clean off his buddy's cock. "Yeah, I will" he said, before sitting down next to Javier. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him clean off the pipe, and then carefully tap a few more big crystals into the stem from one of the baggies. "Good?" he asked Javier. "Looks good for now," Javier said. "You want to do the honors? Start it off?" "Sure," Eli said. He held the torch under the bowl, letting the chemicals melt, crackle and smoke before putting the glass stem in his mouth. I wanted to stare and watch this studly man inhale the powerful drugs. But I knew that my job here was to suck on Javi's cock. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the smells and the noises in the room: the warm burn from the torch, the moans from the TV, the sharp smell of the crystal smoke, Eli's deep breaths from the pipe. Instead, I focused on the two most important ones: the sweat on Javi's body and the wet sounds of me sucking on his cock. They were a good combination and made me want to swallow even more of Javi's heavy shaft. "Oh, that's so fucking good," Eli said, exhaling a thick plume of vapor. "Your turn, Bro," he said, handing the pipe and torch to Javi. "Thanks," Javi said. I opened my eyes and looked up just long enough to see Eli put his arm around Javi as the Latino held the torch under the bowl. "Don't stop," he said to me. "You're doing a great job there. If you can swallow the whole thing, I'll make sure you get a few big-ass hits" "Giving him some incentives, huh?" Eli said. I turned my attention back to Javi's cock and took the head into my mouth. I worked my way slowly down his shaft. While I worked on Javi's flesh pipe, the Latino started to inhale on the glass pipe. He drained the bowl several times before letting the torch go out. As I struggled to suppress my gag reflex, Javi calmly turned to Eli, and shotgunned his hit to the black man. "Oh yeah," Javi said, "That's it." He put the still-warm pipe back in his mouth, and inhaled more from the smoking bowl. "Almost got it all," he said to me. His cockhead was pressed against the back of my throat. I could physically take the whole thing; I had done it before. Now, my only block was mental. I remembered how sore I had felt when Eli had first pressed his tool into my throat. It would be the same when Javi forced his hard tool back in. I hunted on the bed for the poppers, before Eli helped me out and handed them to me. "These should help you," he said. I paused my cocksucking long enough to inhale deeply, but made sure to not let Javi's cock fall out of my mouth. "That's right," Eli said. "All the way down." "Here you go," Javi said. He handed Eli the pipe. "Thanks," Eli replied. He flicked the torch, and repeated the process of heating and inhaling. While he was doing his hit, the poppers hit me and the mental blocks I had created for myself disappeared in a fog of drug-induced pleasure. It would be a bit painful when Javi's cock first entered my throat. But it would be worth it: to see the smile on Javi's face, to feel his erect member press against my airway, and especially to get another hit from the glass pipe. I swallowed slightly, tilted my head, and let his dick enter my throat. It was surprisingly easy to swallow the rest of his shaft. The lube that was still on it greased its journey and helped to soothe my raw throat. "That's it, man," Javi said. "Take it all. I know how badly you want it. And that next hit of crystal." He was completely right; kneeling down in front of him, my entire world was his crotch and the erection springing up from his mound of dark pubic hair. Between the lube, the poppers, and my slow-burning desire for another hit, it was easy for me to swallow his entire shaft. I was going to be sore and hoarse the next day, but I didn't care. I had swallowed the entire thing and I was going to get more tina. Those were the only two things that counted. "Fuck, he made that look easy," Eli said. "Guess he's definitely earned a reward." "Oh, he's earned it for sure," Javier said, pulling my head off of his dick. I looked up at the two naked men; a mahogany and an ebony god that I needed to worship all day, every day. The ebony god reached down and put the pipe in my mouth and then the mahogany one held the lit torch under the bowl. It was still warm from the last hit, so it didn't take long before the white clouds were curling out from the top. "Do a good hit, Matt," Javier said. "Not one of those little pussy hits you seem to like so much." As told, I lost track of the number of times I drained the bowl and I filled my lungs with the thick vapors. When I could no longer inhale any more, I nodded to Eli that I was filled with the drug, but he shook his head. "You can do better than that, muscle bottom." Javier kept the torch under the bowl. I had no choice but to keep on draining the pipe, just to keep the meth from burning. Finally, when I thought my lungs were going to burst, Javier took the pipe from me, and stuck it in his own mouth, sucking down the smoke as the pipe cooled. "Finally," Eli said. "That's how a real man hits the pipe. Now hold it," he continued, nodding approvingly. I held it as long as I could, letting it enter my bloodstream. The meth quickly traveled to the two centers of my body that were driving my actions: my ass and my brain. When I thought I was just about to pass out, I let myself exhale. The cloud engulfed my head, and for a brief moment, I couldn't see anything but the beautiful white nothing. I was lost in the possibilities, but it slowly fell away, revealing the reality of Javier's cock, which was starting to grow hard again. "Nice," he said. "That was a good start. Now one more hit for you." Javi pressed his mouth against mine and exhaled his hit into me. I inhaled and took another big cloud, the second in rapid succession. "Think you can go down on me again?" Javi asked. "All the way down? Lick my balls with your tongue?" I nodded. I could do anything he wanted me to. I would do anything that he wanted me to. I leaned over his glistening cock, still wet from its last time in my mouth. I opened my mouth and the head entered easily. It was soon pressing against the back of my throat. I didn't even need the usual hit of poppers to relax me; I just let go in. I had to make sure that the cloud didn't escape, but quickly, Javi's cock was doing its job of blocking my airway. "Oh fuck, that's perfect," Javi moaned. Eli had taken the pipe from Javi and while I was busy deep-throating the Latino, he did another hit. As Eli was taking a second hit from the pipe, Javi touched my head lightly, and nodded at me. It was his way of letting me know I could finally exhale. I pulled off his cock just enough to be able to breathe and then exhaled the thick cloud. "Fuck, that's hot," Javi said, before pushing me all the way back down on his dick. "If you take it all again, and you'll get another go at the pipe." "If you keep on giving him hits, he's gonna be way gone," Eli said, before he grabbed Javier and shotgunned the hit to the Latino. Javi rested his hand on the top of my head and held me in place while the two men began to kiss deeply. I relaxed and focused on Javi's beautiful cock sliding ever further into my throat. "That's the point, isn't it?" Javi said. He broke off the kiss and then the two men exhaled the rest of their hits. The two men quickly turned back to each other and resumed their kissing. But, Javi kept his hand on my head and held me down on his dick. "A tweaked out bottom will do anything and everything we want. And he's almost at the base of my cock now, aren't you?" I did my best to nod, even with Javi's cock limiting my range of motion. "Very true. Very true," Eli said. I took a deep breath before the final push, smelling the mixture of sweat, lube, and cum on Javi's pubes. Like the best poppers, the sweat filled my mind and with it, the last bit of his cock slid into my throat. "He made it," Eli said, watching my lips wrapped around the base of the Latino’s cock. "Oh fuck yeah, he's definitely made it. Made it to cocksucker heaven. He's got it all in." He rubbed the back of my head. "Good job, dicksucker. Don't stop," he said, keeping his hand on my head and complimenting my cocksucking prowess. "Feels fucking awesome, my cock up in your throat." It made me feel good, knowing how much Javi enjoyed me servicing him. He deserved it; that he was a man was good enough for him to merit getting his dick sucked regularly. That he was hot and hung was more than enough for me deep-throat him. Of course, I'd swallow each one of his rich loads. "Here's the pipe," Eli said, handing it to Javi. "When you're ready for him to pull off, of course." Javi grunted an acknowledgement, but he kept his hand on my head and held me in place. My reward, the hit from the pipe, would be later, once Javi had had more time to enjoy my efforts. "Maybe chill for a bit after?" Eli asked. I wasn't sure if he was asking Javier, me, or if it was just a rhetorical question. "Yeah, that's cool," Javier said. The question had obviously been posed to Javi. He pulled me off his cock, leaving me kneeling by the side of the bed. "Our boy here deserves his reward first." "Of course," Eli said. "Better for all of us." Javier stuck the glass pipe in my mouth and lit the torch under it. "Make it another real hit Matt. Make us proud of you, cocksucker." "Let it melt first," Javi said, as he ran the flame under the bowl. It took a few seconds before the pipe began to smoke, then I slowly drained the bowl a few times. Even though I had more than reached my limit, I didn't stop and continued to suck on the pipe. "Doing good," Javi said as he pulled the torch away. "Just let it fill you up." I got a few more draws before the crystal cooled down and stopped smoking. I concentrated on holding the cloud in as long as I could. Javi handed the pipe and torch back to Eli. The black man lit the torch again, and melted the little bit of tina that remained in the bowl. "Looks like one more hit," he said. "You want it?" he asked Javi. "You can have it," Javier said. "I'm good, at least for now. But I can tell you're feeling the need." "Oh fuck yeah," Eli said. I watched, enraptured, as he again pursed his lips around the stem, and began to inhale. Watching these slow rituals of getting spun, of pushing oneself to a new plane of sexuality, was just as much of a turn on as watching the porn on TV. When it was a masculine man like Eli, it was even more of a turn-on I couldn't hold my hit any longer, and began to exhale. "To me," Javi said, leaning over to take my hit. I exhaled directly into Javier's mouth, letting him find out just how big of a hit I had done. "Nice," he said, as he broke off. I turned my attention back to Eli; he was still inhaling from the pipe. He finally took the stem out of his mouth and looked at the bowl closely. He shrugged his shoulders before putting the pipe back on the bed table. "Done?" Javi asked. Eli nodded while he held the hit. The two men leaned back on the bed and slowly exhaled their hits before turning their attention back to the TV. "Here," Javier said to me, patting the space between them. I climbed on to the bed, making myself comfortable between the two dark men. On screen, a hung black man, his dick not quite as big as Eli's, had his unprotected cock up a young white boy's ass. As the boy's hole was opened up and he was made into the black man's personal plaything, his face was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Both Eli and Javier were chilling out, stroking their cocks and enjoying the movie. It didn't take them long before they were semi-hard again. "Hot movie," Javier said. "Yeah, very hot," Eli said. I poured some lube on my cock and started to play with it. But the tina had already hit me hard so my dick remained flaccid and small. "You got tina dick?" Eli asked me, noticing my soft cock. "Yeah," I said. I spread my legs apart, which exposed my hole. I let my hand slide down. I pressed a finger against my hole; it was still wet and open so my finger slid in easily. "Playing with your hole, huh? Feels good, doesn't it?" Javier asked. He was now fully erect. His member was a statue to masculinity. "Fuck yeah," I moaned; already I had put in a second finger. "You got any toys?" Eli asked. "Yeah," I said. "A few." "Get one. I want to see you play with it." I extricated myself from between the two men, and went to my dresser. Despite the light from the window still being grey and overcast, it was nearly noon. "Looks like it's going to be rain today," I said, opening the top drawer, where I stored the dildos, vibrators and beads. "Good thing we're inside," Eli said. "Staying dry. Staying warm." "And hard, and naked," Javier added. "And high," Eli concluded. "So, Javi, bro, what are you up to these days?" Eli asked as I shuffled through the drawer. "Oh, just things here and there. Running some stuff," Javier replied. He had that flat tone I associated with being tweaked out. I was still looking through the drawer. It was filled with the miscellaneous toys that a gay man accumulated. I wondered what I wanted to use, what toys I wanted to show these men. What toys I wanted them to use on me. "What you running these days?" "Ehh. Mostly tina. Some rock, molly. Weed. What people need. Sometimes what I can find." "Cool. Good to have a source," Eli said. "You hear that, muscle butt?" he asked me. "You got your new connection right here." "And he's always got the option of doing it in trade," Javier said. "Price I'm sure he'll be happy to pay," Eli said. "You found a toy there yet?" he asked me. "You've been looking long enough." I nodded, looking at the dildos, a medium-sized vibrator and then alighting on a string of anal beads. I hadn't played with the beads in a while. I pulled them out. "How about these?" I said, turning around, holding up the beads. "Very nice," Eli said. "Now, let's see you get a few of them in." I got back on the bed, bent over and on all fours between the two men. My ass was facing them with my face buried in the sheets as I huffed from the bottle of poppers. I rubbed the first bead with lube and pressed it against my hole. Right as the poppers kicked in, my ass stretched around the bead, engulfing and swallowing it. Then there was just the thin black cable hanging out of my ass, leading to the next round ball. "Damn. It just swallowed that ball right up," Javier said, moving in for a closer look. He ran his finger around my hole and then caught his finger on the cord. "Fucking hungry hole he's got." My hole was hungry. It grabbed against the bead and dragged it ever deeper into me. "Oh, hot damn!" Javier said, watching the next bead get lifted off the bed as the cord disappeared into my ass. "Just eating that thing up." "Still hungry for more," Eli said. "You know what will make it even hungrier?" "What?" Javier asked, and then the two whispered between themselves. It was something I couldn't quite catch because I was too busy doing another huff from the poppers. The second bead was pressing against my ass. It needed just a tiny bit more pressure in order to slip into my hole. I reached back to press it in, but Javier grabbed my hand. "Wait," he said. "I'll do it." I expected him to immediately press in the bead, but instead, he pulled on the cord, dragging the second bead back and away from my hole. The bead already inside me slid back down, settling up against my prostate. "Here you go," Eli said to Javi. Then Javi quickly pressed two fingers into my hole and pulled them back out. "Looks good," Eli said. "Yeah, doesn't it?" Javier said. He rubbed the second bead with some lube and then pressed it up against my hole again. "Ready?" he asked me. I nodded, and with just the slightest pressure from Javier, it popped into my ass. Its entry was a lot rougher than the first bead, scratching and roughing up my tender ass. I gasped before tightening my ass around the cord. "You felt that, huh?" Javi asked me. "Yeah," I said. "What is it?" "Just a bit of tina up there now. It'll make you ready for anything," Javi said. "Like me," Eli said. "It'll get that ass good and relaxed for this." I turned my head back, and saw that both men were again hard and fully erect. "Yeah, it's going up there," Eli said. He shook it gently as I stared at his cock. "You know you need it. How'd it feel to have Javi up there?" "Really good," I said, remembering how big Javi's cock had felt. I pressed a finger into my hole and realized how much Javi had opened me up, wondering if it was sufficient to take Eli's python-like penis. My finger bumped against the beads already up there and pushed it deeper into my hole. I felt the shard of crystal scrape against me while it slowly melted in my ass. "How big was that shard?" "Hopefully big enough," Javi said. "You feeling it? If not, there's plenty more where it came from." "Oh, Yeah," I said. "I definitely am." It was getting harder to concentrate. My mind was racing, from thinking about Javi's cock in me to dreaming of a line of men pulling a train on me, then back to imagining Eli shooting his load in my hole, and then to something else even more extreme and depraved. It was the crystal taking effect and it wouldn't be long before I would need another hard cock inside of me again. "Let me feel," Eli said, running his finger around my hole. I pulled my two fingers out, and he pressed one of his thick fingers into me. Just that one was bigger than the two of mine. At least my ass was relaxed enough to easily stretch around his finger. "Oh nice. Hot and wet. I can feel that bead up there." He pressed against it, pushing it and the shard further into my butt. "Did you like feeling Javi pounding your hole bareback?" "Yeah," I said. I had to admit that it felt amazing to be barebacked by the Latino man. We now had a level of closeness that could have never been achieved with a rubber separating us. Not to mention, it was just right that he shot his load in my ass. It was now slowly soaking into my body; now, I'd always have a part of him inside me. "You ever wear a condom?" I asked Eli. "Ha," Eli laughed. "You see this thing? Ain't no condom big enough for my tool. Would have to use a damn garbage bag." He shook his cock. It was nearly erect, the bend in it looking almost evil and scary. I still had no idea how he was going to fit all of it in my ass. The closest comparison would have been getting fisted; it was that big. I had never gotten more than four fingers up there. "Besides," Eli continued, "You know how good it feels, skin on skin." I did. Bareback was a rare pleasure for me and it was usually coupled with the joy of being spun. "Yeah, I do," I said. "Just a bit nervous." But, it seemed wrong to deny Eli the pleasure of entering me raw. He deserved that simple joy, after his year of deprivation while in prison. Besides, it was certainly wrong to deny him right after I had let Javier fuck me raw, not to mention breed my hole. Mostly though, I wanted Eli to know how much I respected him: his masculinity, his presence, and his needs as a man. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible. "Don't be," Eli said. He pressed his finger in deeper, forcing the beads and their meth payload further into my hole. "You'll love it. Trust me." "And if at first you don't," Javier piped in, "we've got plenty of poppers and some crystal to make sure that you at least want it. Maybe not enjoy it." He laughed. It was going to happen regardless of what I wanted. "Right on," Eli said. "How about it, stud. You ready for a big black cock up that tight muscle hole? Big, black raw cock?" "I guess I am," I said, ready for the next challenge

My hole belongs to the top. The only conditions I place on the use of my hole (and body in general) is that I end the session in a similar condition in which it was found. As long as their isn't any physical damage, it's all good. Of course there are always risks of picking up a bug or two, and thats fine. I consider it "normal wear and tear". But on the otherhand if there are deliberate physical injuries such as broken skin, bruising, etc, that quickly approaches my hard limits and although I may be a sex pig, I'm not a punching bag or other device in which to let out agressions that are intended to cause physical harm.

Feeling Big Al’s cum leak out of my ass was strangely intoxicating. I felt a sort of wild freedom as I rose, still licking some of his spunk from my lips, and the big bearded man rose beside me. He wrapped one of his huge arms around my neck and half pulled, have crushed me against him. A second later we were moving up the stairs and across the hall to where I saw light streaming through the open door of the master bedroom. Big Al put a finger to his bearded mouth, and I nodded. We walked to the open door as quietly as we could, though given the grunts and moans coming from the open door – as well as the noises coming from behind the closed doors at the opposite end of the hallway - I was pretty sure no one was going to hear us. Big Al got to the door first, and grinned, gesturing to me with one hand to come stand beside him. I bit my bottom lip, felt more of his spunk dribble from my ass, and went to join him. My mouth dropped open at the view. Mark lay naked and spread-eagle on the king-sized bed, each of his ankles secured in a loop of tape-covered rope that was secured to the bedposts at the head of the bed frame, his hands were tied in front of him, and he was perched up on his elbows, his slim chest already damp with sweat. He was blindfolded with one bandanna, and a second bandanna was tied around his open mouth, gagging him. Behind him, between his legs and grinding into him with an exaggerated circular motion that I imagined was causing all sorts of incredible sensations was Bill, who’d shucked his shirt and revealed his stocky, hairy chest, and one strong arm which gripped tight in Mark’s hair and pulled him backward as he shifted himself behind the young man. The open bottle of lube, and the wicked smile on Bill’s face told me that his dick was buried deep, and the groaning, moaning voice that was muffled by the gag told me that Mark was definitely enjoying having Bill inside his ass. Bill saw us, of course, and his smile widened. He winked at me, sticking out his tongue and giving Mark a short series of faster hip-grinds, which made Mark groan all the louder. Bill leaned forward and pulled harder on Mark’s hair, until his mouth was close to Mark’s ear. “What if I told you you were being watched, little boy?” Bill asked. “Do you like the idea of being watched as much as you like the idea of being fucked?” Mark’s groan was nearly tortured – I knew that sound, I’d been making it earlier: he didn’t want to want it, but he desperately wanted it. Bill smiled all the wider. “You know daddy is going to make you his, don’t you?” he asked, and again, the moan that followed was nearly guttural. Bill laughed. Beside me, I felt Big Al’s fingers brush my ass, and then slide between my ass cheeks. I looked at him, and he grinned, tugging me toward him until I was standing in front of him. His cock had recovered from before, and he rubbed it up and down the small of my back. I couldn’t help it – I groaned a bit myself, and I saw Mark startle as he realized Bill hadn’t been setting up a fantasy. Mark was truly being watched. But Bill took Mark’s mind off it almost immediately, letting go of his hair, bracing both arms to either side of the slim young man, and then giving his ass three quick pumps that made Mark’s shoulders sag and his head slump. He was almost whimpering. Tied up like that, he couldn’t do much but be ridden, and I could see the tension building in his body. “You want daddy to ruin you, don’t you, boy?” Bill said, his voice deep and almost dangerous. My whole body shivered, and behind me, Big Al aimed his dick at my spunk-sticky hole and pushed himself into me. I ground back against him, leaning forward slightly to accommodate his height, and groaned again. My eyes were riveted to Bill’s hairy arms and chest as he moved in a constant rhythm against Mark. God, I wanted to be Mark. Big Al’s hand slid around my chest and pulled me up against himself. His thick beard tickled my ear as he leaned in close, and whispered “The boy’s about to be bred for real, just like your friend Tim. My head spun. I wasn’t entirely sure what Big Al meant. I opened my mouth to ask him, and then heard another voice. “Is this where the line starts?” I turned to see Robert and Mac, who had come from one of the rooms behind me and were obviously done blowing each other – though they were both hard, both naked, and both enjoying the show happening in front of them. “Definitely,” Big Al huffed, starting to fuck me now, standing behind me and jabbing me with his cock with short little thrusts. My sore hole clenched on his dick, and I bit my lip. My eyes returned to Mark, who must have heard the question and the answer. His noises were barely coherent. Bill ground into him. “Ready for it, boy? Ready for freedom?” Mark’s head bowed, his hair sweaty and sticking up from all angles from Bill’s grip. He was desperately shoving back against Bill’s dick, and the sound he managed to make wasn’t exactly a word, but the intent was clear. He desperately wanted Bill to keep fucking him. “Fuck yeah,” Robert’s voice was heavy with lust, adding “Fill that boy with the seed.” It finally clicked what was happening. Tim’s talk about how fucking with Bill had opened his mind up to new experiences and new freedoms. Big Al’s “bred for real” comment. Bill saying he would “ruin” Mark. I gasped, and Big Al’s hands clenched on my waist, holding me in place, and he started to mirror Bill’s thrusts. What if I’d been the one who’d chosen Bill’s keys? On the bed, I heard Bill growl, and he nearly yelled as he said “Fuck yeah, boy – there it is, take daddy’s seed in deep!” My whole body clenched, and I came on the spot without touching my cock at all.

Yes i can dig. I have met many drivers over the years and NSA turned into a FB quick...regular visits. i never had trouble at a truckstop, drivers ask me if they blocked my truck, so i guess i dont stand out. id Just stay overnight and leave on the DL on daybreak. Morningsex rocks...and my bud gets to drive with a warm loaded butt

Now that it had been close to a year of being around John and his efforts at exposing me to the things that I’d only dreamed of before becoming a poz cum whore, he informed me that for Christmas, he was taking me to Palm Springs to spend 8 days at a gay resort. I had done a few Internet searches and read about the various resorts, all of which I noted were clothing optional. They ranged from what I referred to as the vacation get a way spots for the plastic and the LTR guys, guys who were either so full of themselves they would use the resort as an opportunity to model, and those guys that were, for a lack of better terms, stick in the mud types, and then there were the ones on the other end of the spectrum that advertised sling rentals, public spaces, outdoor slings, sauna’s and the types of locations I was drawn to for anonymous cum collecting. The only thing that could have been better was a resort with dark allies, an industrial warehouse setting, locker rooms, showers, bathtubs for pissing, an all-nude bar with an array of slings and St. Andrew crosses and a fisting bench to even things out, but alas I didn’t find that in any resort. Ideally if I had one of my own, I’d build it in a warehouse making it a den of perversion. In preparation for the trip, John included a month at a tanning bed since I was about as white as the page I’m writing this on. He too would join me in our tanning sessions so that we didn’t burn or look like the walking neon lights. The one thing he did have me do however was wear an altered pair of bikini underwear. He instructed me on how to ensure that only a thin line circled my waist and that the back covered the globes of my ass. He carefully cut away the pouch so that my cock cage would fit through the opening and prevent the material in back from being stretched incorrectly. He told me that doing this would ensure that my ass would remain white against my bronzed skin and as he said, “be a becon in the night” when he paraded me around naked or in my jock to draw attention to my ass. I liked that idea. The place he chose was on No. Palm Canyon Dr. It had the variety of what he wanted to have me experience which included public spaces, sling rentals, more than 2 dozen rooms, a sauna, Jacuzzi, pool and allowed day/evening passes. It had an assortment of videos in the library and a TV in each room that played non-stop porn. Other resorts were more the image I enjoyed (leather, etc) but were limited on rooms and access by outsiders, and that wasn’t part of his plan. He wanted general access to the resort at night when the bars emptied and he also wanted to allow the daytime crowds, the closeted ones to have access. We left on Friday morning and flew into Palm Springs arriving just before noon. John had me pack light using my back pack and I was surprised when all he had me put in my bag was my trimming shears, razors and shaving cream, toiletries, collar, about 4 each of changes of red and yellow socks, my chap shorts, and an array of jock straps; some soiled some clean. Beyond that, I hadn’t seen him pack much of anything either in the way of toys, lubes, poppers or anything that would indicate what was in store for me. We got our rental car, a convertible and I had to chuckle to myself thinking how I must look like a fucking tourist. I mentioned to him that next time fuck the Chrysler and lets get an open jeep. John looked at me as we were leaving the airport and did a U turn. I told him it was okay, I didn’t mean to complain. He told me that actually what I had suggested was far better and he hadn’t thought of it. We went back to the car agency and he falsely stated that the car was malfunctioning, loosing speed. They quickly offered us another vehicle and John said, “ How about that red Jeep Wrangler over there?” he pointed. Ten minutes later we were leaving the airport and I thanked him telling him it was much more comfortable being in the jeep than that soccer mom car. He laughed and agreed, placing his hand on my knee he said, look, I want you to take off your shirt and put on your chap shorts for me. I was already wearing my boots; so it wouldn’t take me long to switch out the clothing. We hadn’t removed the side panels so I had enough privacy to switch outfits and I did. At the next traffic light, John pulled his shirt off over his head and in the Southern California sun, his bronzed torso looked so appealing. I liked looking at him this way, natural, excited and happy to be with me. I grinned and looking at a map was trying to find our way. John knew his way around PS since he’d been there plenty of times. I’d pretty much figured out where the resort was form the airport but instead of turning left on N. Palm he turned right. “You needed to get in the turn lane there.” I said, “Don’t fret your head over it, I know where I’m going we have a couple stops to make first” he said. I sat back and still looking at the map occasionally just to see our placement. He gave me shit about it and said I just couldn’t relax and had to try to be in control. I took his assessment of my behavior to heart, knowing he was right. I tossed the map in the glove box, rearranged my balls and sat back. John had removed my chastity device that morning for the flight. I hadn’t had the full freedom of air against my nads in a long time. “Don’t get too comfy there” he said looking down at my cock. “Why?” I asked. “because in about 10 minutes you’ll be caged again anyway.” I thought to myself how long it had been since I had a hard on and came that way. It had been a long time. I had cum several times without a hard on through the chastity cage when John worked my cunt, and those orgasms were intense, but I hadn’t stroked the full length of my cock in months. We had swung north on N. Palm Canyon then left just after the Pizza Hut. He drove into a large, more than obvious, expensive development. We went several blocks and stopped in front of a gated driveway. He jumped out telling me to stay put. He walked up and rang the bell at the gate and talked into a speaker. The gates opened. John drove the Jeep into the drive, the gates closing behind us. “Come on, hop out.” “Where are we?” “We’re at Mike’s” he said. I jumped out, my ass and cock exposed in my shorts and walked up the walkway to the front door and was greeted by Mike. “Hey guys, glad you could come down this week.” He motioned us in and we went into the large entry way and then into a front large room off the kitchen. “Your box is over there near the patio door” he pointed talking to John. “Great, this was much easier and we really appreciate the effort.” “No problem, all I did was sign for it a couple days ago. Bring it back before you leave and I’ll drop it off at UPS”. John in all his planning had boxed up all the items from home that I had pondered over. He had packed toys, gear, some porn tapes we’d made together and other odds and ends. “Ok, we’re ready to go. Sorry we can’t stay but we need to get set up and checked in. I’ll call you this weekend Mike to set things in motion.” John said as we walked out the door, “Hey, hang on,” Mike called back. “Come here” he said to me. “I have something for you.” Mike went to the kitchen and came back with a full paper lunch bag just barely folded at the top. It was slightly heavy, as its contents seemed to be subject to tearing the bag. “You be careful with this and carry it for John and no peeking inside until he tells you. This is from me and I’m hoping to see you use it.” He said. My cock stirred. “Thanks Mike, I appreciate it and whatever it is, I’ll be sure to show it off for you.” He laughed, “oh yea, I know you will.” John and I left and proceeded to the resort. He had reserved a room on the second floor, and the very last room on the balcony. The room overlooked the pool and Jacuzzi and gave a front row seat view of the main lobby and entry into the compound. If you got up on your tiptoes you could see over the front wall into the street out front, but otherwise, it was secluded and private. “I chose this room so that guys would have to walk down here to look in this room, not just happen upon it or walk by over and over again. I also chose it because this balcony will be perfect for you to stroll down and show off your ass to the majority of men here.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant at the time about the men having to walk to the end to “look in the room”, but later found his plan to be well thought out. As we unpacked our goods, John handed me the chastity cage. “Go ahead and put this on for me..” I think he sensed my initial disappointment and put his hand on my waist. “You know how important it is for you to focus and I know you enjoy it.” He was right. I slipped into the bathroom and took a piss without the cage on. I spit in the clear CB3000 tube and slipped my cock into the short down turned tube using my little finger to stuff my skin and meat into it. My piss slit spread open as my skin dragged on the unlubricated sides. I closed the clasps around my balls and inserted the posts. Then I closed the lock through the primary post returning to the room and handed John the key. “Good boy, you look so hot in that new cage I got.” He had left the metal one at home, and this one although restraining was much more comfortable and lighter plus you could see my cockhead and piss slit through the clear tube which made me think how now at least I could see my cum not just feel it. John picked up the phone and called the front desk. “I’m sending my buddy down to pick up the sling, is it ready?” he asked. “Okay, he’s on his way.” Looking at me he told me to go down to the front lobby and pick up the sling he’d reserved. “Before you go, remove the chap shorts. I want you to go down in your cage and boots.” My heart began to race a bit in my chest as I looked out the window. I was going to actually be allowed to walk naked in my slightest of gear in a public space and actually talk to someone. I’d been an exhibitionist before, but in closed quarters, a safe place you might say, but outdoors in a public resort was a new experience. The front desk had said they wanted time to clean up the sling they had for us when we arrived. I did as John asked and removed my shorts standing naked in my boots except for my caged cock. The chastity device forced my balls down and spread them wide between my thick thighs, almost presenting my nads as being smashed against my body by an invisible board. It did look cool in the mirror as I passed it on the balcony and walked down to the front lobby. Several men around the pool glanced over but didn’t say anything. I looked back up over my shoulder and could see John watching me from the balcony. He was now stripped down standing naked wearing a ball cap there in the open air smiling down at me as he light a cigarette. It excited me. As I got the sling the clerk was really attentive to my cock cage. “you been wearing that long have you?” he asked. “Yes, about 4 months now.” I replied. “I didn’t see it on you when you came in.” “No, it was the traveling and airport routine so we took it off.” He handed me the sling and had me sign the paper. “Have fun sport!” he said. Walking out into the sunlight again I thought it odd he would call me sport when he was about 10 years my junior, but figured it was just his way of being friendly. He was a hot looking guy, muscled, tanned with brown hair draped over his eyes. His body was smooth I could tell and from the package he had showing in his shorts I figured he was above average in the cock department. I had the sling over my shoulder holding it with one hand and in the other a cloth bag containing the straps to hang it with and stirrups. I rounded the pool and there were two men, naked sitting on the side of the Jacuzzi who hadn’t been there previously when I went past the last time. They were both hot looking, muscled and tan with great bodies in their late 30’s or early 40’s. Their soft meaty cocks laying on the pavement below them made my cunt twitch. I looked up and there was John, looking down grinning as I carried the sling past those two men, up the stairs and to our room, I looked back and their gaze followed me all the way there. I felt natural here. John spent another 10 minutes or so setting up the sling in the front room between the two queen sized beds. We had to move the nightstand between the beds as the sling mounts were positioned that the sling would have easily swung backwards and knocked over the lamp or slightly graze the nightstand. “Let’s take a walk around the grounds. Toss on your cotton shorts I don’t want your ass burning”. I did as he suggested and he slipped on a pair of his own and slipped into his boots. We left the room and walked the full length of the complex. There was an outdoor workout room, a dark maze area around the back, a large tent erected in the side yard which we weren’t sure what that was for, another semi-outdoor room with bunk beds in it and porn playing, lockers, a steam room, a dry sauna, a large room where breakfast was served, and over 2 dozen guest rooms all facing the center courtyard. We went to the lobby and got a few drinks. Walking back out he said, “we’ll have to get some food and drinks and shit from the store and stock the room this afternoon. I’m going to leave you here and I’ll be gone about an hour, okay?” he asked. “Sure, I can wait in the room.” I replied. “No, I don’t want you in the room. I want you to get some afternoon sun. I’ll oil you up and then you can lay under the misters, those should keep you cool enough.” I agreed and we went to the room. John pulled from the drawer one of my red soiled swimmers jocks with the narrow band. “Here you go, slip this one on and I’ll get the oil.” I bent forward to slip my legs through the straps and saw behind me a man looking into the room through the picture window. He was openly groping himself under a towel. He was about 50 years old, built nicely with silver fuzz on his chest and a goatee. John came back from the bathroom and waved to the man. He nodded back. “Turn around and face the window”. I did. John proceeded to pull my jock strap off of me showing the man my caged goods. The man’s hand began to stroke himself faster and deliberately. John stood up behind me and poured the oil out over my shoulders allowing it to cascade down the front and back of me. He then began to massage it into my skin, all over me, including my ass, thighs, calves and feet. When he reached my crack, he stuck an oiled finger, then two, and then three into my cunt. Then he turned me so my back was to the window and had me bend over. He pulled my white ass cheeks apart exposing my cunt to the man in the window. I was so excited by this. I could see from my vantage point the man remove his towel and toss it up over his shoulder. I could see the thick upper shaft and fat cock head just over the windowsill but could not see the length or base of his cock and balls. I could tell it was a pleaser though and I wiggled my ass slightly. Then John continued with his show and stuffed his fingers back into me so the man could watch and fucked me slightly for a moment. John left me bent that way as he went to the box and retrieved one of my hole plugs and slipped it up past my outer ring until it clamped down on the hard rubber. “Okay, I want you to go straight to the pool side, lay flat on your back and keep your ass out of the sun as much as possible until I return. If you get too hot, come on back up and get showered up. Don’t get in the pool” He kissed me and walked past me and out the door. He stopped and talked to the man who had been watching us briefly looking back into the room at me as they did. I got one of the large towels and went to the pool, locking the door behind me. The man who had been watching was further down the balcony now strolling past other rooms and peering inside. I went to a chair and stretched out. I considered just laying back and taking a power nap thinking I would probably need one. I drifted in and out and from time to time would look up around me responding to noises of water splashing, men passing by, being cordial to say hello to passers-by. Several men had begun to gather on the opposite side of the pool, completely naked, their legs spread widely allowing me a full view of their meaty cocks and heavy balls hanging in the heat of the desert sun. There they were all lined up, some reading a book, others like myself sunning with their eyes closed, while others where looking right at me. There were some wearing dark sunglasses that prevented me from telling just where they were looking but they were turned in my direction. A thought ran through my mind as I openly eye-balled their cocks, wondering how many of those very cocks I was viewing would be erect and dripping taking aim at my spread pussy and seeding my hole soon, and I reveled in the reality and possibility of it. As I looked at each man I thought of a specific area of the resort that he would take me in and breed my cunt. I wondered how many of them were carrying poz seed, seed to plant in my cunt and continue to feed me my deepest desires. I squirmed slightly in my chair feeling my plug tug on my cunt.. I love that. The time passed by quickly and I saw John come through the gate. “Hey, help me out.” He shouted over, drawing attention from the men across from me to his voice. I jumped up and went to his side taking two large bags as he turned and went back out the gate for the rest. He returned with two smaller bags and we went to the room. As we ascended the stairs he had me stop in front of him and on the staircase in front of anyone who could see, he reached up and removed the plug from my cunt. He ran it under his nose and licked it. We walked back up to the room. We put things up and had a beer on the balcony standing in plain view of the pool. He had removed his clothing again, and I was standing in my jock. He openly slid his hand down my oiled back to my ass and began to fondle my hole. Diddling his fingertips in and around my opening, playing me like an instrument, he knew just how to make me purr, tickling me but sending sensations of want and desire through me. Standing to John’s left side the men below along the pool and Jacuzzi could see his manipulation of my cunt and my reaction as I pushed back and slightly bent forward over the rail as if to be looking at the floor below us. “I love playing with your cunt in public boy.. and I’m going to share it with all the men who want it this week. This is just as much fun for me as it will be for you. I get to show you off and show off playing in your cunt I helped make” I turned and kissed his shoulder and thanked him for being such a great Santa as he slipped the third finger inside me and using his thumb massaged the outer ring of my expanding cunt. He tugged slightly on my lips, pinching it between his thumb and finger. I moaned just slightly and drank my beer. “I love how you keep yourself exposed to me so I can just reach down and touch you and how you’ve come to worship my cock and make me feel good without asking” he continued. “I have you to thank John for allowing me to explore myself through you and I will always be your cunt.” He smiled and said, “well, you may always be my cunt, but you know we won’t always be together.” I nodded and repeated what he had told me from day one. That we were meant to be together for a while to experience what was to be experienced, but that everything runs its course. The important thing was that we both left better for having been there together. We spent another 20 minutes on the deck sharing a few words here and there and I finally could not resist. I had dropped to my knees and sucked on his cock freely there on the balcony, my ass turned toward the railing showing my cunt to anyone who could see it. “That’s it boy, show off your cunt just like I taught you. That’s your sex right there and you be proud of it. With that cunt you’ll get what you crave, cock and cum inside you” John rubbed my head and when he decided it was time to go in, he had me stand and he led me back into the room, closing the door and the drapes. “Phew it’s hot out there” he said, “let’s shower up. I stripped out of my boots and jock and went to the large shower enclosure. John followed. He stood behind me soaping my body and allowed the water to run over me. We turned and I soaped him, washing him completely. I slipped to my knees again and ran my tongue in his ass crack. He leaned forward and I hungrily ate his asshole. He liked that and I liked doing it for him tasting his musky manhole. He turned to face me and presented me with his erect cock, stroking my head attempting to shield my face from the water. Reaching up he aimed the showerhead to my back. The water ran down over my back and down my ass and over my exposed hanging cunt lips. He reached down and fondled me more as I nursed on his cock and licked his balls. I sucked John more, up until his balls began to rise. “I don’t want to cum right now so let’s hold this off some” he said. “Clean out that hole and I’ll be out here waiting.” I spent about 30 minutes deep cleaning with the shower attachment he’d brought and felt squeaky clean, and deep cleaned. I got out of the shower and dried off. He put out on the bed what I was to wear. My collar, red socks, and boots. But before I dressed he had me lay on the bed he ran my electric clippers around my nipples removing any hair at about ¼ inch away from my nipples. “We might shave your chest this week” he said, “really make those tits stand out.” he applied the nipple tubes to my nips, using the manual pump, pumped my nips up filling the base of the tubes a good inch or more. He disengaged the tubes from the pump leaving the cylinders pulling and sucking on my tits and then pulled a larger tube from the box. He told me to get on all 4’s. I did as he asked. I was on the bed right under the window, my head near the headboard. The curtains opened. We waited a few moments and John sat behind me and began to apply a good quantity of bag balm to my cunt, rubbing it into the flesh and my ass lips, massaging it, and slipping his slimy fingers into me. He had taught me that using bag balm from time to time would moisten and help stretch the superficial flesh of my cunt and nips. It made the skin soft. It helped prevent cracking and promoted pumping when on my nipples. “I haven’t done this with you before, but want to start this now. I’m going to pump your cunt.” My thoughts went to first how it would suck my insides out and I felt a twinge of fear, to thinking how my cunt would end up like my nips all hard and inflexible. “What about my hole John?” I asked. “What about it?” “Will it get hard and rough?” “No” he laughed.. “it will help expand it and train it to drop open when I touch it. You’ll have nice ass flaps some day” I loved the thought of that and pushed my ass up further in the air, spreading my knees further apart on the mattress to give him full access. “Do it!” I said. “Hang on I want someone to watch me do this.” We didn’t have to wait long; one of the men I’d seen at the pool walked up to the window and peered in. John looked him in the eye and motioned him to come around to the door. John opened the door and the man entered the room standing in the doorway looking at my upturned ass. “Fuck that is a nice fuckn ass” he started. “I was checking that out when you guys walked up here and saw you take that plug out his hole, fuckn hot.” The man sounded as though he was from the south. He had a drawl in his speech that made his masculine looks that much hotter. John replied that I was a good cunt, and this was my first time in PS and he had brought me there to share my cunt with other men. The visitor liked that idea and said he’d love to have a go at my fuckhole. John said that we’d be having the door open around 7 that evening and would welcome anyone who wanted to join. “What about you man?” the visitor asked John, “you get fucked too?” “No, I’m a top man and although I fuck in groups, my seed goes in this cunt. I’m turning him out this week and making him enjoy being a whore” That was the first time I’d heard John express that. I’d seen him fuck other guys at our parties, even let some of them suck his cock, or eat his ass but I had always assumed he was spreading his cum and sharing it with others as I had my cunt. It made me feel closer to him somehow and not in a way that made him my boyfriend or anything but just part of him. John continued to rub my cunt with the bag balm and then applied the opening of the tube to my hole. He began the pumping and shortly after the tube took a grip to my upturned hole, he turned it slightly to position it just right and then finished pumping until I vocally told him it was beginning to hurt. “Fuck yea man’ the visitor said, ‘you can see that rosebud, what a juicy fuck that will be.” John coached me through it as he always did, calming my nerves, I focused on his voice and I relaxed and felt my cunt expand in the tube. The visitor told us he’d be back that evening and was looking forward to seeding my swollen cumhole. Several other men came to watch through the window, John inviting them in to advertise my swelling cock sleeve and then he shut the door and the drapes after about 15 minutes. “I think we got enough interest in these guys, they’ll spread the word about this to the other guys looking for easy pussy.” He removed the tubes from my nipples first and marveled at the hardness and thickness of my pig nips. He ran the flat of his hand over my pecs and my tits jabbed at the air. “Oh ya, they’re primed” He reached down and turned the tube on my cunt and it slipped free. “Don’t move” he asked. He ran his hand down my crack and felt my exposed flesh, “Stay still.” He went across the room and grabbed the digital camera and snapped several shots. “Sweet Christ.. this is hot..” he leaned forward and displayed the digital screen to me showing me his work. “Awe John, that is fucking unbelievable.” I reached back to touch myself there to feel of myself.. It was indescribable and I felt like a whore should. Swollen nips and swollen cunt. It was approaching 6:40 and we’d laid on the bed for about an hour resting. I actually cat napped a bit and felt refreshed when he woke me fully. He was standing before me in his black leather shorts that I always loved. The cod piece fully packed and protruding from his firm hips. He was shirtless and wore his boots and leather biker hat. His left arm was adorned with his black and red 1” wide armband. “You need to wash up your hole and get that balm out now.. hurry along.” I jumped from the bed and dodged into the shower again using warm water and soap I flooded my ass and cleaned out once again. It didn’t take long at all. John met me as I rounded the corner into the room. He handed me a glass of water. Drink this down, all of it. I did as he asked and he watched me. “now get dressed.” I put on my collar and socks and boots and stood there. “Let’s get you primed, get up in the sling and lets lay out the main course.” He said. I sat in the sling, lying back raising my legs as I did. He took my boots one at a time and threaded them through the ankle stirrups and restraints finally securing them one at a time. “Show me your cunt.” I scooted down and placed my cunt in full view of him spreading my legs wide and finally resting in a comfortable position. He had hung the sling so that my head was just the right height above the rest of my body without the use of any pillows or pads. I felt the air run through my spread thighs and I got a case of chicken skin. He ran his hands quickly back and forth over my thighs and told me not to worry, I’d be warm soon enough. He tossed a spare blanket from the closet over me for a moment and I began to warm up. John slipped behind the half wall between the main room and the kitchenette and I could not see what he was doing. I watched the porn on the screen. A nice sling pounding by a group of men tearing into some willing bottoms ass. Nice mood setter I thought. John came back in the room with the paper bag Mike had given us. Okay, it’s time for you to see what Mike had for you. I lifted my head and looked over into the bag. It looked like a small cardboard box. John lifted it out and displayed a box of new syringes. My throat got tight. Although we partied we were responsible with each other and trusted each other. I told myself that this trip would be no different and that I could trust John. “Wow, a whole box?” I asked. ‘Well, a box yes, a whole box, no, there’s about 20 rigs in there but added to it is the materials to use with them. Mike supplied us with an 8-ball for when we go to his place on Sunday for a party. I purchased more from him and we’ll be using that tonight and part of tomorrow”. John returned to the counter behind the half wall and I watched now knowing what he was doing. He was preparing a rig. My heart was already racing with anticipation. I shivered still under the blanket not sure if it was because I was cold or from the pending slam. I tried to focus on the video and I felt my cunt sucking at the air. He walked back over toward me and set the prepared rig on the bed next to the sling. He had set up a flat surface using a board from the TV stand shelving for me to keep poppers, water and smokes there if I needed one. He turned and went to the box and retrieved one of the videotapes we had made of our sex parties. He turned the channel on the remote and inserted the tape into the drive on the base of the TV. The screen went blue, and then up came the film. It was one that was centered on the expansion and use of my cunt by men, not all in the same session but watching the tape you wouldn’t know that. I was always clad in the same gear, little to nothing and my cock was encased in each one. The slight differences of hair cut or tan was lost in the close up shots of my cunt expanding to wrap around whatever was presented. Toys, cocks, fingers, plugs, booty bumps, with a few shots of fresh cum running from my gaping cunt. My vocal responses flooding the room as I begged for more and the men talked dirty to me. I replied as though speaking another language being filthy in my speech describing my desires and what I felt and needed. He put a towel on the end of the bed and began spreading out the array of toys from the box. He had purchased some new ones I hadn’t seen before and the shapes and size of some of them excited me. There was one in particular, a shiny black one that looked like a horses cock and was very long and got thicker as it went to the base. He walked up to me and pulled my still erect nipples. “You’re going to enjoy this, I promise and I won’t be far from you tonight if you need anything. I may be out on the balcony at times, but I will always be within sight or sound of you, okay?” “yes sir.” John took a section of rubber medical tubing from the box and wrapped it around my upper bicep. He began rubbing my arm and I instinctively formed a fist. Flexing it and opening it. I watched as he found my vein. “Okay, you’re off.” He said and stuck the point into my flesh. “I always hate that part, “ I said. “I know, but it won’t last long.” I watched as the vile filled first pink then red mixing with the rig of Tina. My heart racing I knew what was coming and I exhaled deeply as he pressed the plunger. I opened my hand and he removed the point, bending forward he placed his mouth over my arm where the point had been and removed the tubing. He looked me in the eye. The sudden unexpected coughs came first, followed by a metallic taste racing across in the back of my throat and tongue, that was followed by the immediate mental thought of what am I going to feel, how much did he give me followed by the warmth and heightened sensations that grip your appendages and then rush back to the center of your very being. And the rush turned and centered on my exposed cunt. I became aware of my out stretched legs, I wanted something immediately to touch my cunt. John removed the blanket as he watched me start to fly rubbing my chest telling me I was a good boy. My eyes began to flutter in my skull as he walked across the room and turned out the ceiling light, opening the door, pulling the drapes back fully and came back to me, leaning forward and on his knees he began suckling on my cunt. I was lost and at that same time grounded right there as I felt the sensations of his attack on my exposed flesh. He spoke to me of how he was going to take me further in my transformation, exposing my cunt publicly and whoring me out. He was going to allow any man who walked in that room to place his cock in my mouth or cunt and breed me. These men, he explained, won’t be prescreened like we did at home on the Internet; they would simply walk in and use my cunt. As he continued to allow his voice to overtake my consciousness, I heard him say that I would be fully fisted tonight, that I would accept his full fist and have other men watch as he punch fucked my cunt open even further than ever before; then turn me over to them. I could only beg for him to take me there. All I could do was start to plead “yes, awe ya, please?” I looked up at the screen and I saw toys entering my cunt and I begged him to feed my hole with toys, with something hard.. he complied and lathered one with the large tub of Crisco on the floor beneath me. The light from the table behind him shown perfectly on me in a soft glow and stopped short of my neck. I was able to see clearly in the dark without the light blinding me as men walked up to the window and gazed inside watching us. They were talking and watching. I saw the video camera resting on the dresser top, aimed at my ass. I saw the solid red light knowing it was running. I felt John lather my ass now with the lubricant and the initial pressure, although light, of the toy that was about to enter me. I looked to the sidewall to my right and saw in the mirror that it was one of my larger toys disappearing inside my cavity with such ease. “You’re a good boy, taking this big meaty cock I have for you.” he said. My mind swirled around the fact that it wasn’t a real cock, that it was just a toy, or was it a real cook as I looked back up at John standing there pushing his hips into me; that fat cock still lodged inside me, he was fucking me with that.. it was his fat cock, the toy was an extension of him and it was his cock fucking me now, widening me and filling me. He stepped back and punched the end of the toy repeatedly, I felt my guts move as if a wave had hit me. “Okay to join?” we heard. I looked up through haze and John looked over in what seemed to be slow motion. “Fuck ya guys, come on in, this cunt is hungry.” I heard him say. Three men entered the room, each in various stages of undress, one fully naked with his cock pointing the way in front of him, the other two stripping as they walked in. John stood up from his position and the men surrounded me, each feeling of my cunt and the huge toy stuffed inside it. “Oh ya, this fucker is needy isn’t he?” one said looking to my eyes, knowing my dilated eyes had given me away. “Why yes he is, and he’ll beg you for it.” I took my cue, I had been zoning some but it was to be expected. I began telling the men how it was my first time in PS and that I was being trained to be a poz’d, chem’d cumwhore and needed my cunt trained properly like a whore with as much poz seed as possible. How I ached to have my cunt filled and stuffed and dropped open in public and wanted each of them to cum deep inside me. There was little hesitation if any at all as one man took control of the toy in my cunt and began ramming it, eyeballing the other toys on the bed. “He take all of these?” he asked. John said, “all but the last three on the end. Those are for a bit later when I make him my puppet.” The men knew what he meant, so did I. “I’m poz” one said, “me too” said the other, the last looking at the first two said, “fuck, I don’t know but I’m not passing up my go at this cunt.” One by one each of these men had his turn with me. They worked in unison spitting in my face, calling me a whore and pile driving my stretched exposed cunt with various toys. I asked for their cocks, their fingers and their cum. One of the men took two of the averaged sized dildo’s and began to punch fuck me with them one at a time, alternating between the two back and forth until he shoved both in side by side, stretching me as he twisted them and turned them. Another was liberally coating my chest, legs and arms with a layer of thin Crisco, spreading my sweat all over until my tanned skin was shinning in the light. As I was being fucked with the two dildo’s I told them they were going to make me cum. “fuck you aren’t even hard man I don’t think so’ one of them said. John, standing near by with a boy sucking on his cock looked over at me, watching. “No, really, I think I’m going to cum.” I said. Then I felt a release, but it wasn’t cum, I was pissing bolts of warm yellow chem’d piss out my cock cage. With each entry by the man shoving dildo’s in me, piss shot out of my cock and drooled across my torso from the opening of my cage. One of the men bent over me and lapped at it, spitting it into my mouth. “Woo-ee!” he said, “lets hold off so he can piss.” The man fucking my cunt stopped momentarily while they got John’s empty glass off the dresser and held my cock down over the front of the sling, pointing the opening into the glass, I released my piss. “Hey” John called over, “in that box there is a toy with a funnel tube connected to it. Go ahead and stuff that in there and fill him with that piss.” One of the men got the dildo with the attached funnel and shortly after they were filling my hungry hole with my own chem’d piss. It was amazing as I felt my body absorb the recycled Tina, the best booty bump I could describe. While this was going on they were discussing fucking me and one lined up between my thighs and pulled the plug out slowly. I hadn’t absorbed all the piss but was gaining ground with the affects of it. He slid his hard cock into me and began to slow fuck me, pulling the sling so I swung on it. I looked at John, now he was fucking that boy over the end of the other bed, slapping his ass. I liked watching both the live porn and up on the screen, the video showed John fucking me. The guys liked the porn, thought it was cool to watch and commented how it was something different and more personal. The man inside me began to ride me harder, the other two feeling his nips and putting their hands on my opening as he fucked in and out of my slopper. One got down under the sling and I felt the most amazing thing, his tongue was licking the cock going in my ass and my hole at the same time. He convinced my breeder to pull out and stuff it in his mouth and back in my cunt. The cock sucker commented on how good it tasted, my cunt juices and piss mixed with precum. The man stood firm, gripping the sling straps pulling me in for one last plunge when he emptied his balls in me, groaning he looked at John saying he’d just dumped in his whore’s cunt. John looked at me and asked “What do you say cunt?” “thank you sir! More, I need more.” The man who’d fucked me, pinched my nip and slapped my open cunt with the flat of his hand. “you’re welcome and I’ll be around all weekend.” The other two tag teamed me for a while, each taking turns and then pushing the other aside to take aim and sink their cock into me. They came inside me soon after the other and left the room thanking us. Just as they were saying their so-longs, I noticed the man who had been watching us earlier in the day through the window when John prepared me for the pool. He walked slowly toward the door keeping eye contact with me as if waiting for me invite him in. I motioned with my head for him to come in and he walked up to the sling and put his fingers on my cunt, slipping them in and pulling them back out to examine them and stick them in my mouth. “Nice…” he said. “Thanks, I need you to fuck me.” I said. He bent pulling his shorts off and I saw the full length of his bare cock.. it had to be at least 7 ½” long, but was as thick as my wrist. He stepped forward rubbed his cock head on my open hole. He bent down and sucked on my cunt for a moment and stood back up to plant his cock inside me. He didn’t last long. He humped like a rabbit, but his girth felt good. He dumped his seed, and walking out thanked John. John and I had a few moments alone then, and he walked over to the kitchenette and I heard the paper bag. Surely he wasn’t going to slam me again so soon I thought. He spoke to me about how sexy I was, and how proud he was to have a cunt like me to whore out. He was pleased and I was too. I waiting for him to return marveling in how I was feeling, how slutty and dirty I was but so turned on being this cunt in a sling transitioning to a full chem’d whore. John approached and I saw nothing in his hands other than a glass of water. “Drink up we need more piss for your cunt and you need hydrating.” I swallowed the large glass of cold water, I looked up at him and as he stepped in between my thighs he said, “Here’s your candy-cock whore” and sank his Tina coated cock head deep in my cunt. “Now what do you say?” It was my first night in Palm Springs with John, I’d just finished taking my fourth load in under just over an hour and he had planted his Tina coated cock deep in my cunt. “awe, yea, fuck yea man, I need that…” I moaned and gyrated my hips, bucking back up against his hips. He hand his hands firmly planted on my pecs as he pushed harder and began to make his cock swirl around in a circle inside me, coating my insides with his candy-cock. He looked at my eyes and told me how much he was enjoying making me his whore taking men’s poz seed. I replied telling him how slutty it made me feel to have those same men leave after breeding me without saying much to me, but being sure to thank him as they walked toward the door. “That’s what happens to a whore, you’re nothing but a fucking cunt for them to use, get used to it.” I felt a new urge rise up in me to show him just how much I understood that. As he backed away from me, pulling his dripping cock from me, he walked around the side of the sling and fed it to me. I opened my mouth tasting the tart remnants of cum mixed with my tina juiced ass. “Tastes good huh?” he smiled looking down and I could only nod my head as I cleaned his cock off. Swallowing the sticky fluid adding to my high. In the mirror behind him, I saw a man looking in the window. I had heard footsteps first and it registered with me what John had said about having the last room at the end of the balcony. Anyone coming that direction was coming for one reason, to look in our room, and John used that signal to put on his show for the voyeur’s. John spit in my face as I sucked his cock and he reached down between my spread legs and began to man handle my cunt. I felt one of the average sized dildos being used as he verbally coached me to clean his cock. I lost sight of the man in the mirror as he was headed for our door. “Come on in.” John invited the stranger to join us, I looked back in the mirror and saw another man. The dildo was removed from my ass and I felt fingers and then a cock slapping my opening making a wet “fwap” sound. The man was hard. “Look what’s knocking at your door slut.” John said, pulling his cock from my mouth. I turned and saw that the man had a respectable 8 or so inches, was uncut and sported a nice PA. He was average built, like he worked hard for a living at some labor-intensive job. He had firm hands, great arms and a broad chest. He had thick hair all over his forearms that brushed my skin as he would touch me. He stepped back a moment and took the dildo John had removed and put it back in, sliding it effortlessly back and forth. “How long have you been whoring him out tonight? How many loads?” John said 4 loads, just over an hour.” “Nice” he replied. As he kept using my hole he ran his finger over the top of the toy and collected a mass of juice and cum, he reached up and stuck it in my mouth, opening his as though showing me what he expected. I licked and sucked his finger clean tasting more of the mixed fluids. I began to hump my hips up to meet the invading toy, wanting him to go faster, deeper. “Good fuckn whore!” his tone with me was much different that it had been with John. It was deeper, more forceful. “You want my cum in your twat fucker?” he asked. “Yes Sir, please breed me.” He turned and looked at John. “You mind if we blindfold this bitch?” he asked. “Not at all.” John brought out a bandana first, a red one, and tied it over my head and eyes. Although I could still see through it, I knew this was his attempt to help keep the sweat out of my eyes. He placed the leather blindfold over that. “I like a whore but I don’t want him looking at me knowing what I’m doing. I want him to feel me, not see me” he said. “He’ll treat you right, won’t you cunt?” “Yes Sir!” The man removed the toy and I was sent into a private space of visions created only by the sensations and feelings I was having as he completely and totally ravaged my cunt with his cock, his fingers and whatever else he was using to stretch me open. I know he was using the array of toys on the bed available to him. John came up beside me again, turning my head and having me suck his cock. I felt his hands on my head, I felt the burly man’s hands on my thighs and in and around my hole as he attempted to stretch my cunt over the widest part of his hand, his fingers wiggling inside of me to open me further. Then I felt more hands, on my nips and pumping action. There was someone else there. My head was turned and another cock slid into my mouth, not fully erect and tasted of a fresh shower. As I sucked the new cock, he praised my mouth, telling John what a great cocksucker his whore was. It grew as he fucked my mouth and throat. It was a nice thickness, I could feel the large ridge around his plump cock head and taste his precum. He went past my gag reflex and I opened my throat to him. The cock in my hole began to swell, and as Mr. PA man dumped his load in my cunt he let loose a page of verbal remarks calling me his fucking bitch, and that we was going to impregnate my whore pussy, the tubes were suddenly tugged off my nips without ceremony and replaced with his mouth as he fell forward on me chewing my tit. I slipped the cock from my mouth and thanked my breeder repeatedly for his cum. “Did you charge my cunt? Did you give me your dirty seed?” I begged to know. “I did bitch.” I heard him talk to John as they walked away from the sling and I felt a set of thighs between my legs. “You sucked cock so good now I need some of that pussy too. You want some more cock you whore?” I responded by wiggling my ass, spreading my thighs more by bending my legs and humping the air. “Yes please, please fuck me.” “Your whore pussy is swollen out past your crack man, and that cage keeping your worthless cock in place makes me hot. Wiggle that little bitch package boy, make your nads bounce for me and push out your pussy.” he said. I wiggled side to side and then humped up and down allowing my caged nads to flop around for him. I pushed as hard as I could and was rewarded with more verbal responses from him. He placed that plump cock head in me and slid in easily, a nice squishing sound and as he pulled back, a suction sound. “fuck man, you are a whore, a whore with a sloppy gaping cunt.” I felt him put his cock back in me and then I felt that dildo again, the one from earlier that John had been using on me. “Let’s see if you can take both cocks bitch.” From behind him I heard John edging him on, “Ya, that’s it man, show that whore how to get double fucked and like it.” The images in my head of my cunt being double stuffed with a cock and a fuck toy sent me over the edge. I felt that familiar twinge again. “I’m gonna piss!” I said. “Yea? You gonna piss your sweet dribble out of your faggot whore cock boy?” my new top man asked. “Here, put this in there with your cock instead.” I heard John say. “Oh fuck yea, that is hot.” I felt the dildo removed and be replaced with what felt like the funnel plug. “Let me help get this in” John said. “Spread that cunt boy!” now John was speaking to me in a more authoritative tone than I was used to. “Come on, open that cunt and take this plug. Don’t you dare piss yet.” He said. The plug popped in finally as best it could next to the mans cock. My nads were pulled down and I heard the sound of my cock cage hitting the side of the funnel. “Piss bitch” my top man said. I started to piss slowly and I felt my hole push out. “Oh fuck yea, this whore is primed I can smell that piss is ripe with chem..” I felt the warm fluid begin to fill my hole. My top began moving his hips slowly, “oh fuck that is so hot. I can feel it around my cock… oh, uh oh…” his cock slid out quickly, he shoved the plug in harder..I arched my back.. “Lay down bitch, take this like a good whore.” I lay back down, breathing heavy I felt my burn begin. The piss was a short one, I knew I had more but it wasn’t coming out. The plug was removed and I was then being fucked again. “That’s a good sloppy fuck now sport.” He said. Sport. I knew now it was the desk clerk from earlier in the day who called me that. I knew he had a nice cock, and I was right. Now I had the image of him in my head as he fucked me. He twisted his cock into me, drove into me and continued to use various implements on my hole as he finally began to pump faster and I knew my reward was soon to follow. He jerked and slammed his cock into me grunting with each bolt of cum that shot inside me. He remained there until he went soft and his cock fell from my gaping hole with ease. I felt fluids running out of me and down over my ass and pooling under my ass in the sling. “Don’t waste that shit man.” He said, I felt his hand under me then he put those same fingers in my mouth. I ate from them and licked his hand clean. “Thanks for the great fuck man, I’ll be sure to pass it on.” “See you later whore.” Then I heard the door close and the sound of the drapes being pulled shut. John removed my blindfold and bandana. I didn’t mention that I knew that had been the hot front lobby clerk. “Time for a quick filler up” he said, and he returned with a new rig of meth. “Before we do this. I want you to get down, stretch a little, drink some more water. But let’s put this plug in you first.” John plugged my hole before he had me stand. This time, the plug was one of the larger sized. “Fits good now.” He said smiling. I took my break, and then he had me sit on the bed. He slid the point into me and I lay back, feeling twisted and hungry. He put me back in the sling, opened the door and several more men walked in shortly thereafter. I lost track of time, of faces, real and perceived of the men who used me that night. They ranged from drop dead hunks to old, skinny, short, tall, fat, young, hung, not so hung, hairy, smooth, black, white, latino. They used me like a whore, stuffing me with everything in site and John maintaining my high with the occasional bump from his candy cock. By early morning, I was in the steam room, up on all 4's as i took cock in the blur of the steam. John came to get me slipping his cock into me and deposited his own cum to the mixture. He told me we needed to rest I was going to a party later that night at Mike's where me and 2 other bottoms were going to be providing our services It was Saturday afternoon, John had me lay down and rest for a while after the long night of sharing me as his whore. I didn’t really sleep long, but had several periods of rest, he made sure I enough that I’d be able to attend Mike’s party at his house. I got up and John had me do the preliminary clean up and while I was in the shower he repacked our backpacks with items he wanted to bring along with us. He had me put on a pair of shorts, nothing underneath and my boots. He put his ballcap on my head and gave me his sunglasses. My eyes as he said, “should not see the light of day” and laughed. It was true, the bright desert sun was too much for my eyes and I smiled, “ya, it’s fuckin rude man.” We loaded up the Jeep and removed the side panels and top. The resort let us store it in their locked supply area in the back. We took off headed to Mike’s arriving a mere 10 minutes later. “Sit here and wait until I tell you it’s okay to come in, I need to check something out.” I sat in the jeep and enjoyed the feeling of the afternoon sun on my chest and legs. I noted that there were about 7 or 8 other cars parked out front on the road as we drove up, and in the driveway, only Mike’s cars. I knew 2 other bottoms were slotted to be here with me, and I began wondering how much fun it would be if there were 3 bottoms and only a hand full of tops. My mind flipped gears and realized I was thinking like a whore. 18 months ago, I’d have been happy with one top, now I was getting concerned there might only be half a dozen or so. After what seemed like 20 minutes, Mike came out to the Jeep. He reached out to grab the backpacks and told me to get out of the Jeep and follow him. He took me through the side gate entry to the back yard not through the front door. I followed him through a garden that wound around the side of the house where there was a hot tub, then around the back of the house we entered through a set of double doors into a hallway. This part of the house was not actually adjoined to the main house. It was a separate building altogether. We turned right and entered a large room with vaulted ceilings and one wall was completely glass looking out onto the pool area. The walls were painted in a dark slate color and in the center of the room was a sling. Against the sidewall were closed and locked cabinets, a counter with a double sink and a small refrigerator. Scattered around the room were several vinyl chairs and a large overstuffed couch. Mike went to the far wall and slid open two doors revealing a massive TV screen. Coming back he pulled a cart on wheels over near the side of the sling. “Stip down to your boots boy while I finish setting up.” He said. “Where is John?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it. He’s mingling with the others.” I stripped naked as he had asked. “You want that cage on your cock boy?” “Yes,” I replied, “it feels right.” “Good answer fucker.” And as he said that he reached over and tugged down on my gathered nads. “Fuckn bitch clit.” Mike had me stand, arms outstretched and he inspected me. “I want to make sure you’re okay before I lock and load you. You feeling okay, not too tired, ready for a long night?” he asked. “Yes Sir!” I replied, “ready and willing.” He turned me with my back to the sling and helped me in. I asked him how many men were there and he didn’t answer me. I asked him how many would be, and again he didn’t answer me. He stayed focused on getting me in place. “You’ll be here for a short time before I’ll be opening the den to the others. You are one of three bottoms that I have out here in separate spaces. The three of you will not see each other until tomorrow morning outside on the pool deck. Each space is set up differently. Obviously you’re in the sling room right now. There are two others. Throughout the night you’ll be moved until you’ve been used in each one. Got it?” he asked. “Got it.” I replied. “I’ll be back in few to ramp you back up, I want to see you twisted on the gift I bought for you fucker. Watch the porn on the screen while I’m gone.” I sat back in the sling, drinking from a bottle Mike had given me. The screen came to life and I began watching some late 70’s hot porn. No condoms then, and these guys were fucking hot, like the men you’d meet on the street. There was no clock in the room, but I guess it was about 30 minutes before I heard someone out in the hallway. The door across the hall to mine opened and closed again. I could hear nothing. Although it was still light out, the direct sun was gone having passed over the mountain range to the west. The large glass window facing the pool area had lower operating portions and was open. I could feel the change in the air, as it was somewhat cooler. Up on the screen, two muscled hairy chested and hung men were sharing a young boys hole. I heard the door across the hall open and close and another door beside mine open and shut. The first man on the screen blew his cum load on the cock of the other man fucking the boy. What a hot scene that was I thought. Then my door opened. Mike and John walked in the room. “Hey fucker, you feeling good?” John asked smiling. He was in his black jock and boots, as was Mike. My eyes went to their bulges and I suddenly wanted them to do to me what I saw on the screen. I pointed to it, “Look at that, isn’t that fucking hot?” I said.. “I want that.” John looked at Mike with a knowing look in his eye and Mike said, “you got him right where he needs to be man, nice job.” “We’ll be doing plenty buddy.. just go along for the ride and be a good whore. Tonight you’re going to experience things you have only seen or heard about. First we’re going to start you out at the level you’re already accustomed to, and progress from there.” John said. “Now finish up that bottle of water so we can strap you down.” I drank up the rest of my water and lay back. I lifted my feet and had them through the stirrups as Mike tightened the cinch around my ankles. I looked over and John had the rig in his hand. “Okay cumslut, here’s your candy.” I put my arm out to him as Mike secured my opposite wrist in the restraint. My arm was prepared, and John put the point to its target. “Fucking taking your vein whore before we take your cunt.” Mike growled as he openly groped himself in front of me. My eyes focused on his full crotch as John released the strap. I was accustomed to this feeling now, the cough, the taste in my mouth, the fluttering of my eyes. Mike and John stood back a moment watching me until I set into a level keel. High and twisted I rocked in the sling, humping my hips up and squirming my ass, I felt my cunt push out. “He’s fine, let’s go.” The lights in the room went out completely. It was still possible to see, but shadows began to cast across the room. I saw movement in everything. I closed my eyes and became impatient in no time wanting my hole filled. Music began to fill the room. Techno of some kind, but it had a beat I could focus on, and my body began to respond to it. It wasn’t long after that when the door to my room was swung wide open and blocked. I could hear the other two doors opening as well. “Okay you fucking pigs, stalls are open.” Mike yelled in the hallway. I could hear footsteps in the hall. The light in the hall had been turned down and a red light of some kind was illuminating the space. Men began to pass by the room, stopping to look in and leave to the next. It reminded me of the baths. I looked outside and saw it was now dark. The pool area was dimly light I saw several men sitting around the heated pool, drinking, smoking, and some were stroking their cocks looking in the direction of the “den” as Mike called it. I wondered if each room had windows like mine. Whores on display I thought to myself. That made me even hornier, on exhibition like this was far superior to the small window in our resort room. Two guys entered my space and approached, both wearing chaps with their sex fully exposed. Both had PA’s, tats and facial hair. Both were shaved bald. Each were in their mid 40’s. “Let’s get this slut started.” One said to the other. There was very little ceremony, I have to be honest as the first up between my legs spit on his hand stroking his cock and roughly felt my hole. “Dry as fuck, get down there and get him ready,” he ordered his equally hot friend. The other man dropped and began licking, sucking and tonguing my hole.. I heard him spit. I heard him giving his friend head, and then I felt both his tongue and the head of the other mans cock against my opening. He slid into me and began to pile drive his cock into me. His friend came to my face and presented his cock for me to suck. I opened my mouth and took him in my mouth. The two of them using my holes for a short while before they swapped places. Again they shared what I was offering. They spent about 20 minutes with me, and I openly begged them for their cum, but they didn’t. I tasted precum, that was it. I had precum in my gash, but that was it. As they were leaving, the second and less aggressive one leaned over and spit in my mouth. “I’m going to do you a favor fucker.. “ and reaching into his waist pack, brought out a small bag of powder. He leaned forward and with a wad of spit on the end of his tongue he blew it up my right nostril. Taking his pinky finger and dipping it into the bag, he shoved his pinky up my nostril and widing it, going deep I felt a slight burn. Then he went between my legs and spat at my puckered cunt, then licked it slightly. “Push out your lips for me bitch.” He said. I pushed as hard as I could. I felt his fingers on my outer ring and more of his candy being spread on my cunt lips.. he cleaned the remnants off his fingers as he shoved them in my ass. The two of them walked out of the room and were soon replaced by another man. I felt a new sensation and thought it was familiar to me as “K” Not too much, but just enough. You been fucked yet? I was asked. “Yes, but no cum in me yet.” I replied. “No cum? Awe isn’t that too bad.” He said. He mounted me as unceremoniously as the last two had, a little spit and I had him to his balls. Then it dawned on me, there were no poppers on the stand next to me, no more water, no lube. “I’m not going to seed you either bitch, just use your hole to build up my load for one of the other whores.” I felt used. I felt cheated. I wanted that cum and I asked him again to please give me his load. “I got a poz load man.. you take poz loads?” I shook my head yes and recounted my experiences so far this weekend. He listened intently, I felt his cock pulse a few times, but he didn’t cum. He stood still, not moving, ordering me to stay loose and not try to milk his load. I did as I was told, even though it went against my instinct. He reached forward and tugged at my nips. Damn it I thought, my nips aren’t full like they should be, where was my pump? Again, I felt less than I wanted to be. “Okay slut, I got something for you.” I heard him say and I was thrilled at the thought of taking his load and I began to tell him thank you and expressing my need for his cum. He laughed. “I told you I’m not going to cum.. but I will fill your gut with my piss.” Slowly I began to feel his piss shoot from his cock and fill my hole. I felt the familiar warmth followed by the scent, knowing it was chem’d. I thanked him just the same and before he left the room he had me clean his cock with my mouth. “Later” This continued for several hours until John finally came in the room and I asked him where my pumps were that I needed my nips full and how come no one wanted to cum in me? “You’re making me so fucking proud man,” he said, “it’s all part of your night. You’ll understand soon enough.” John went to the counter area and unlocked the cabinets. From my vantage point I could see an array of toys and gear. In one end was a stainless steel box. He went to the fridge and returned with a bottled water that had a nipple on it like a baby bottle. He tilted it up over my head and as he fed me the bottle, he reached down between my spread thighs and fingered me. “That’s it fucker, be my whore.. suck that down and then I’m going to ramp you up one more level.” Men entered the room to watch. It was a new feeling, being fed through a nipple and fingered. I felt taken by him again. I felt like I wanted that nippled bottle to be his seed, or his piss. My thoughts went to wanting my nips to be as big as that nipple and wondered if they would be. I openly moaned. The men seemed to like that. I removed my mouth and told him I would need to piss. “Piss right where you are.” I put my mouth back on the bottle sucking in the fluid and as he fingered me deeper my bladder was released through my cock cage. Some of it being fingered into my hole as John captured quantities of it and cupped his hand like a funnel running it into me. The rest coated my balls, ran between my thighs and dripped to the floor beneath me. “Now you smell like you should.” He leaned down and sucked up the small pool of piss from my navel and licked my cunt. “fuck yea.. you’re such a good whore.” I had nearly finished the water when the nipple was taken from me, and John returned with a new rig. He found a new spot on the opposite arm and injected me quickly. “next one will be in a new room, so enjoy this.” Again, I felt the comforting embrace of the Tina and I shook lightly for a moment.. the other men in the room gathered close. I don’t know how many, or what they looked like. I only know my cunt was being driven and plowed hard. A hand went over my face and covered my eyes. It was fast followed by an article of clothing tied around my head. I could not see. I felt sensations of cock, fingers, and toys entering me. I felt several hands spreading me wider and then my ankles removed and placed in straps that reached back behind my head spreading me as wide as I could, my knees toward my elbows. I heard pieces of comments, remember some of what they wanted.. I responded to everything, if I didn’t they took it. “Fuck he’s getting real wet without any lube.. “ one said…followed by, “just like a trained whore will do after enough friction and precum” “no, it’s the K I put in his lips” another voice said.. “give him some more then..” I felt a large toy enter me deeply.. “Ya, he can take it deep, lets put it deep” The toy was removed and replaced shortly after. “Feel that cunt?” I heard, I shook my head; it’s all I could do as I mumbled, moaned and begged for them to use me. “Fuck yea..” I felt the tingle deep this time. They planted some K deep in me with the toy. It didn’t’ take long and I heard my hole gushing with liquids.. my own.. it was sloppy wet. The clothing was removed from my face, I looked down through over my sweat coated body and saw a man approaching with a long tube.. and a gas mask. Another man took the clothing they had used and sprayed something into the cloth stuffing it in my mouth. They put the gas mask on me. The cloth had a new affect as I felt my insides unfold starting at my rib cage.. “Oh fuck yea.” Followed by moaning and verbal comments.. “look at that fucker open.. he’s ready.” Another said. Following that my mind circled and I felt an almost out of body experience, completely focused on my cunt. I could see myself in the sling being taken by a circle of men. I felt my hole being stretched and stuffed. I felt my own sweat mixing with my piss and their sweat. I inhaled more of the cloth. A hand reached up under and removed the soaked cloth from my mouth. “Get him down now guys.” I felt my hands and ankles removed. I looked up and it was John. “Stand up slow.” He said. I sat up in the sling. I felt my legs regain their strength slowly and I stood. John was in front of me and I fell forward for a moment into his arms. My gas mask tube caught between us he whispered in my ear. “You’re going across the hall now, it’s time.” I was led to the next room some under my own power, and I saw before me a dark red painted room. In the center of this room was a medical examination table, to the side a sitting sling. My cock, even caged, wanted release. I was put on the exam table, legs in the stainless steel stirrups. There was lube and grease all over the base of the table and some gobs of it on the floor beneath the sitting sling. I knew someone else had just been here. Music began to fill the room, a different beat than that I’d heard before. John approached. He showed me he had coated his cock with more tina. “You don’t need another slam for a while, this is just to maintain you.” he inserted it into me. “John?” I asked, “thank you.” I said. He removed his cock and took the tube of my gas mask turning my head toward him. “No, thank you.” he said placing his cock in the opening of the tube.. men began to approach and one in particular kneeled down in front of my exposed cunt on the exam table and swung the stirrups up and out making me slide down slightly. He began to massage my cunt.. and John lifted the hose above my head and my mouth and face were flooded with his piss. I swallowed all I could. The man working my cunt told John, “you said you wanted to film this, you better get your camera.” John left the room.. “I’m going to open your cunt tonight whore, I’m gonna be your trainer, I got small hands but I’m going to use my fingers and then my fist. I’m going to use whatever I need to use to open you.” Another burn as I knew he had just bumped me again with something. I closed my eyes and felt my hole push out.. he coached me like John had in the beginning, telling me to open my cunt, knowing how much I responded to his verbal dirty talk, he knew he had a goal in mind, and he was telling me what to do. A hand raised my hood and a new cloth was put in my mouth, again, the same spray that had been there before. I felt myself unfold again.. and I felt my hole take more than it had ever done, not in depth, but in girth.. I heard jeering comments, I heard them tell me to show off my cunt, they each promoted my being a whore. Then I saw my nip pumps and felt John apply them.. he pumped me full. I pissed and again it flowed freely where ever it needed to. Some was used on my hole, some scooped up and wiped over my chest and stomach. I pushed my cunt out as hard as I could. I felt the stretching and finally I felt my cunt sucking on a large object.. “you’re pulling me in fucker.. you’re getting there.. keep it up.” This went on for well over an hour, in and out, fucking me with his small fist, pulling the walls of my hole open with his fingers and sinking his hand back into me. I didn’t know how deep, I couldn’t see. John stayed close by filming and other men would reach down and feel my opening as the other skilled man trained me to open for him. I began to feel the burn and the pressure. I told them I was feeling full. As the hand was pulled out of my hole and the topman rubbed my belly, he pressed down, and running his slimy hand over my stomach from my ribs down to my cock, he pulled all the way out and I released a wet slimy fart that left my hole standing open… “he’s ready for the sling.” He said. Before I was put in the sling, John gave me another slam. Again, I was sent to my headspace. My legs were put through the straps up to my thighs, the lower back strap across me, I was suspended in air my cunt drooling below me. My nips full and hard. I felt right again with the world. Men began to circle and share my exposed dropped cunt. Reaching under me they probed me, their hands slick with j-lube. John had me lay back enough as I had not yet really sat back and down all the way. A higher strap ran across my shoulder and he had me lock them under my stinky arm pits. A game of grab ass was under way, except in this one, it was penetration by hands and fingers.. “give him just a little more K” john said, right on his exposed gash. A dry paper towel ran across my opening several times rubbing it clear of lube.. the K was massaged into my rosebud. It didn’t take too long for it to have its affect. Three men were left now in the room with me, laying on the floor under me with their hands extended upward reaching into my hole.. the music had a beat to it, and they were using my hole sharing it to the beat of that dungeon music. I was being punch fucked and my cunt was making suction and sloppy sounds that can only be appreciated by those who have experienced it.. lube ran from me to the floor down their arms.. we were a sticky mass. As I came down from the high and found myself suspended there and alone I reached down and felt my cunt. It had dropped fully open. As I did this, John walked in the room. “Don’t worry slut, you don’t need a diaper yet.” I smiled at him.. he walked over and pulling my nips sucked my tongue into his mouth he squatted and lowered a hand between my suspended legs and fondled my gaping cunt. He groaned and told me it was taking great shape. Looking in my eyes he asked me if I liked that in his daddy tone..”yes I do..very much.” I said. “uh huh, I know you do fucker, and I’m going to love sharing this open cum hole more and more. You want that?’ “yes please!” John helped me down from the sling. I slumped on the floor for a moment and he knelt beside me rubbing my back and chest. He walked over across the hall and returned yet again with a bottle of water with a nipple on it. “you seemed to like this so here, let’s feed you some more.” I took the nipple in my mouth and sitting down with me, he pulled me across his chest holding the bottle near his own nipple. I sucked at it looking up at him as he looked at me. “Good fuckn whore.., so fuckn sweet.” He said, running his other hand down between my legs he aggressively worked my cunt deeply and I raised my legs to plant my feet flat on the floor to provide him full access. “Just like a bitch..I want some of that myself” he said and had me lay flat and put my boots on his shoulder. He reached behind him and scooped up the globs of lube from under the sling and began to enter me himself. My cunt burned and I told him.. he took the bottle of water and made the lube more slick again. Returning the bottle to my mouth, he fully fisted me to his wrist. He looked me in the eye and spit in my face. “Fucking whore!” he said. We left the room and went across the hall to the third room. I asked John what time it was. He whispered in my ear, 4:00 a.m. You got 3 hours in this room and then to the pool at 7. In the third and last room, there was a large bed covered in play sheets. They were spotted with cum, piss and lube. This room was the smallest of the 3. It had a sling also, but it wasn’t flexible made of leather or other fabric. It was a leather coated board. John sat me down on the bed, he inserted a rock into my cunt and then had me snort a line of K. “No more slams tonight. You don’t need it”, he laughed. I got on the board and he secured my feet. “here’s some spray type poppers you seem to do so will on.” He grinned and handed me a full spray can and a cloth. I took a hit to see if it was the same and it was I liked them a great deal. Several men came in the room and began to fuck me. They were more in the party mood now, focused on only what was in front of them, while others were laying across the sticky sheets talking and making out, sucking cocks. I phased in and out for a while at first and then noticed a new guy. He was fucking hot, muscled, smooth chest with nips that I wanted on my own chest, and he was stroking a thick meaty donker cock. He was about 6’2”. He stood like that off to one side and behind the group making lewd faces at me, shaking his head yes and darting his tongue in and out of his mouth as he watched a cock bury itself in my cunt. “fuckyea” he mouthed letting his drool drop to his fist around his cock. At this point I’d lost count of who or how many loads I was getting. I was sure to thank each one for their cum, telling them I had hoped they were poz loads.” Finally it was the muscled man’s turn. He knelt down and sucked on my cum filled cunt and shook his face back and forth over my opening coating his face with my juices.. he stood up glistening and licking his face as far as his tongue would reach and stuffed his meat into me. It was easily taken.. “You are one sloppy fuckn whore pig, you know that?” he asked. “Yes, I know I am and I love being this way for men.” He smiled and what followed was a long fucking, slow then fast and hard, over and over until I begged him to cum before I had to leave the room and go outside. From time to time John would come in and pump my nips or give me his piss. My high well maintained. John stood near muscle man and said something to him that made him grin and said fuck yea. John jacked off onto the mans fingers. Finally muscled man wrapped his hand around his cock and stuffed both into me. I bucked and moaned. “Lay down bitch” he said.."look at that man, he just shot his wad inside that cage.. fuck!" I did, the sensations and the fact John let him use his cum in my hole made me cum. He began to jerk his cock off in my hole with John's cum. John got down and took the head of the cage in his mouth and vacuum sucked my cum out and ate it. Although I’d like to say I felt muscle mans seed shoot in my cunt, I couldn’t. I felt him jerk and knew he was cumming and by his facial expression of surprise and release. He was a silent cummer. “There’s a fat poz load of dna for you.” he said. “See you outside.” I left the room only after John put a much larger plug in my hole. We went to the deck and I was rinsed off with the garden hose. It felt good. I was so hot and sticky. I looked behind me and two other guys were being led outside. One black kid about 20 and the other a guy in his 30’s looked as though he’d been crying. We were all washed up and given some fruit and water. The two other bottoms were escorted away shortly after breakfast and they left. John sat down next to me on the lounge chair. “Good fuckn party huh?” he asked. “Yes, it was, and my cunt feels like you could put that melon in there.” He laughed.. “good, I’m happy you’re enjoying yourself.” Mike came over and chatting with John mentioned they’d be doing another one next weekend if we were still around, we were welcome to join. John told him he’d be interested, but that he’d let him know. “How about you whore? You interested?” Mike asked? “Hell ya, can we skip the first room though?” I asked.