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its 5:49 am and I just came back from this fancy hotel on my town... 3 guys who came to the city for work use me all night... the 3 guys fuck me all night, i smoke some T before the night stars, in the room they blow up on my ass cocaine and then they use me like the whore they like to think im (well im). And thats it... i have the 7 loads of that 3 guys in my guts... nite nite...

What I did was stupid, and I knew it. But by not articulating the obvious, I could keep things in suspense in a way, making the oh-so-real threat seem less tangible, somehow blurry and far away, as if it had nothing to do with me. I should have stopped him, but I didn't, somehow couldn't. And you're right, PozfetishPig, I was helpless in a way, but not like most people would expect. It wasn't like I was at his mercy, tied up or held down, forced to surrender to whatever he had planned for me. Sure, he was on top of me, holding my lank, boyish legs spread wide with his paw-like hands, while his fat bare dick was sawing in and out of my teenaged pussy. But I could have asked him to pull out and let me go anytime and - call me naive - I'm 100% sure he would have complied, if I'd asked him to. Though his big cock and towering body was totally dominating me, I never felt like I had given up control, which makes my reaction even harder to explain. You know, I was free to go and I wasn't drunk or on drugs either. My mind was clear, the meaning of that tattoo obvious and I knew the only reasonable thing to do - but for some reason I couldn't make myself do it. I had to ask him to pull out, had to better ask him soon, but each time his fat mancock was sliding back into me, bottoming out inside my sore rectum, I was telliing myself 'Just once more, oh my God, just once more'. I yelped each time he was hitting ground, his cock was hurting my insides, my hole way to small to properly accomodate its girth, but I just couldn't imagine a world in which this fat, throbbing intruder was not ravaging my boypussy. Or, probably more accurate, I didn't want to imagine it. Of course I knew where this was leading, that I would end up with a big load of this guy's poz cum deep inside my guts if I didn't act soon. But though he was hurting me, I had this strange feeling that I was born to be hurt like that, to have strangers abuse me like that. 'One more thrust, just let him hurt you once more'. And before I really knew it, one more thrust had proved to be one too many and I felt his cock expanding inside me, throbbing fiercely as his poz load was coating my insides.

Last load was a hot one. Was cruising Adam tonight and hit up a vers guy to see what he was up to. Kind of cute but has my favorite words 'safer only' on his profile. I tell him I'm looking to get fucked, and he's down for it. I don't bring up safer sex as per usual, and I am totally horny regardless so am up for a condom fuck. We agree to meet up and him fuck me. I ask him what I need to bring and he tells me he has condoms but no lube so I need to bring lube. Great, of course I have no travel size container of lube at home, so I grab the smallest bottle, still big and head out. I hop in the care and go over to his place. When I arrive I'm pleased to see there is no work needed to get his cock hard and being sucked on. I work on him and he takes a hit of poppers as do I and really just enjoying his cock. Not the biggest I have but it does the trick. After we suck each other for a while he tells me to bend over so he can eat me out. The man has got talent and really got my juices flowing. I look around the room while he's rimming me and notice I don't see any condoms out anywhere, hmm maybe this will go as I hoped. After I suck him again he turns me around and pushes in no condom. In fucking heaven! After we fuck for a good twenty minutes he asks if he can cum in me and of course who am I to say no. Love those 'safer only' boys that lie

Book II Darren My birthday was last week, well actually earlier this week, and I feel like I’m going to burst. John, Sam’s dad, arraigned for me to meet up with Sam on spring break, I really don’t think he told my mom every detail but that’s for the best. Like Sam I was raised by a single parent since I was 9, mine due to a car accident and not a divorce/ abandonment, so when we met the first day of Junior high, we had a connection and have since become like inseparable buds ever since. I was the first person Sam came out to, even before his dad, and he was the second person I told I was gay, my mom being the first last year. I don’t know why I waited so long to tell Sam of my gayness, he most likely already knew, what’s it call gaydar, but when I told him he was like “so what, now we can get on with our lives”. As anyone with eyes and was paying attention could tell Sam was my one and only crush, I idolized the guy, sure we were both jocks at school and that kept most of the bullying down, but together nobody messed with us, I was also saving myself for him I guess. So when I found out that he and his new boyfriends were going away for spring break just a couple days after my birthday I was a bit crushed, if not a little jealous, I was hoping he would want to spend it with me. When John pulled me aside the day before my birthday and asked what I wanted for my birthday, I just blurted out “ I want to spend spring break with Sam”, John told me he’d talk to my mom. John then made arrangements with her telling her that a good friend and father of Sam’s boyfriend was taking the boys to Chicago for spring break, and since he had a business meeting in Chicago he could drop me off with them and surprise Sam in the process. He came back to me and told me I had to keep it hush, hush with Sam and that we’d be taking the red eye on Thursday night. I was elated and at the same time somewhat scared, as it would actually be the first time I had met the boyfriends. Thursday came and I could tell Sam was excited about spring break and I so wanted to tell him I was joining him, but I couldn’t spoil the surprise, and just played the supportive best friend. John picked Sam up from school and as we hugged goodbye gave me a wink and whispered “be ready at 7:30”, he then whisked Sam away to drop him off at Matt’s I was excited too, I finally was going to meet with Jeremy and Steve, it has all Sam has been talking about for the last month is how Jeremy and Steve did this or that, and he occasionally would mention Matt as well. And now I was about to meet this dynamic group of guys, I won’t say I wasn’t jealous at first when they met but now I was actually looking forward to it. I had met Matt when I showed up early to pick up Sam, we were going to a movie or something, and Matt was just leaving, it was obvious that they had been up to something more than having casual drinks and discussing their sons. To tell the truth I was actually hot for both of them as I imagined what it would look like if they were having sex together, played out like some of the porn movies that Sam would show me. Sam and I shared a lot together, good times, bad times, taste in men, fetishes he actually help me set up accounts on A4A, BBRT, and Breeding Zone, to name a few and we would jerk to the stories contained within BZ, guess it sort of made me want to not only take it raw, but to take all cum loads, and in return breed as many boys and men as I could, it made me darn horny just thinking about taking and giving seed. I knew Sam was a bit of a chaser and I wanted to chase as well. At 7:30 on the dot John pulled up and I loaded my duffle bag into his car, we then headed to the airport, after getting through security he took me to one of the nicer restaurants and we had dessert together. I always felt that John had a thing for us but he confirmed it that night, as he held my hand under the table while we shared a cobbler bringing my hand to his throbbing piece of meat, I could feel its hot steel steaming wanting me. He smiled and leaned in and told me he wanted to plow my fields for a long time now but was allowing me to experience his son first. As the time of departure approached John got friendlier and soon I felt very close to him. Both John and I fell asleep on the five hour flight, and were a little groggy when the plane rolled up to the gate at nearly seven in the morning Chicago time, we got our luggage and John hailed a cab to take him to the hotel his conference would be at. He instructed me to use the men’s room to freshen up and he would be in a conference until around 11, which was about three hours away. He somehow got permission for me to use an unoccupied meeting room to doze off or play video games on my phone, it had a nice couch off to one side which I curled up on and played on my phone, using the hotels guest Wi-Fi before I slipped into a sound sleep. About 11:15 he shook me awake and we caught a cab to a Pizza parlor where he said they had the best Chicago style pizza and where I would catch up with Sam and company. The boys were off playing arcade games when we entered and John gave me a little shove in Matt’s direction, I walked up to Matt and he gave me an unexpected hug and invited me to sit down. The drinks arrived, three beers for Matt, Jeremy and Steve, and two sodas for Sam and myself. I had my hoodie on so the boys wouldn’t know who was sitting with Matt when they came back from the arcade. Matt and I chatted a bit as we discussed some of his plans for us during spring break, it all sounded like a lot of fun. He told me that John would drop my bag off at his hotel and he had already made arrangements with the front desk to have it put in his suite. Sam, Jeremy and Steve arrived back at the table and Sam stood there in a state of disbelief for a second “dude what are you doing here, how’d you get here, oh my god this trip just got even more perfect” Without even waiting for my response he grabbed me in a big bear hug and just about knocked the wind out of me, then he turned around to the others “Guys I want you to meet my dearest and oldest friend, Darren. Darren this is Jeremy and Steve” As he pointed to each of the hottest guys I had ever been lucky to be introduced too. I explained about how Sam’s dad and John had convinced my Mom to let me come on spring break with them, leaving out the part of John bringing me here. We started all talking as the pizzas arrived and soon we were devouring the pies and talking up a storm about the video games and the game on the big screen television, who we thought would be in the final four NIT and all other kind of bullshit. With lunch over and all of us stuffed with pizza, Matt herded us back towards the hotel, explaining that after all those carbs we just ingested that he had arraigned for us to all have a personal trainer for gym time when we got back to the hotel, and to get in our gym clothes as soon as we got to the room. Upon arrival at the suite I was surprised that my bag was indeed there and I dug in and pulled out my jock, basketball shorts and a muscle shirt and quickly changed, in front of the other boys, into workout gear, they were changing too as I glanced over at Sam, Jeremy and Steve, I started to get hard, but I willed my mind onto something else. I needn’t worry as they were already semi hard themselves, we all took the elevator down to the fitness facilities and met up with our trainers for the day, mine was a hot twenty something blonde guy who could easily pass for a younger Brad Pitt, Jeremy’s trainer looked like a twink porn star and Steve’s was a thirty something hunk as well. I thought my wrestling and La Crosse coaches’ were tough but these guys were brutal, they put us through our paces and flirted heavily with us while doing so, we were all drenched in sweat as the 1.5 hour session ended, Matt suggested a sauna visit to relax us before heading back to our suite. I had never been in a gym where all the amenities were located in the locker room, I’d always have to deal with co-ed situations, so it felt wonderful to just strip out of my sweaty gym gear and just wrap a towel around my waist, we handed the attendant our sweaty clothes and Matt told him the suite number, I was mystified, but went with the flow. Sam and Jeremy took my hands and lead me to the steam room, while Matt and Steve slipped into the Jacuzzi, buck ass naked, once in the steam room I had Jeremy on one side and Sam on the other they began to tenderly caress my hard pillar of flesh, reached over to each of theirs and stroked their cocks as well . Before we knew it we were all drooling precum, but didn’t dare take it to the next level in such a public place, Jeremy wrapped the towel around his waist and led Sam and I out to join Steve and Matt in the Jacuzzi. After soaking with Steve and Matt for about 15 minutes, Matt suggested we head back to the suite “But we don’t have our clothes? How do we get back?” At that Matt raised his hand for the attendant and suddenly the young man appeared with a bath robe for each of us along with slippers. We each wrapped a robe around our bodies and slipped into the slippers then proceeded to the elevator then to our suite. Upon arrival at the suite, a very luxurious one I might add, Matt told us to lay down and get some rest before dinner, Matt went to his room and we retired to ours, as we each dropped our robes and tossed them to the side, we were soon caressing each other, Sam paying a lot of attention to me whispered in my ear “You still serious about chasing?” I shook my head yes as my boner got even harder, Sam began fingering my hole, sometimes scraping with his fingernails, occasionally adding spit to slick his fingers and make penetration deeper. Soon Sam led me to the bed and made me lie down, lifted my legs and began kissing my ass cheeks before moving in and tonguing my hole. Jeremy and Steve were on the other side Kissing and fondling each other as I experienced the most awesome sensation of my life, Sam dug into my hole loosening it up with his tongue and fingers, When he was able to get three fingers in and twisting them around to where I was moaning in pleasure he pulled them out and slipped the head of his cock into my hole using just his spit for lubrication. He paused with just his mushroom cap buried in my sphincter leaned over and kissed me passionately gyrating his hips slightly. As we were kissing I could feel his tool slowly entering into my once virgin hole, inch after inch till I felt his pubes tickling my balls and his balls slapping against my cheeks. “I’m all in you Babe” “Oh yeah, fuck me Sam” Sam withdrew his cock back to the head, then slammed it back in, no more Mr. Gentleness, he started fucking me hard pulling out and driving back in trying to gain new depths with each new thrust, pounding me into the mattress. “Oh yeah Darren, Babe I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time” “Mmmm oh yeah, fuck me” “you want my load, I’m fucking you Raw, you want me to cum in you” “Fuck yeah, give me your seed, Fuck, fuck, oh, FFUUCCCCkkkkk” “Oh YEEEaaahhh, Giving you my seed” I could feel my insides getting wet and sticky, Sam’s cock pulsating in my rectum, he slid it out carefully then Jeremy slid his big piece of meat in my hole t fill the gap Sam left, Sam crawled around and fed me his slimy cock, telling me to clean it off, Jeremy pounded me for another 5 minutes, then unloaded his load deep in my guts to join Sam’s massive load, while Sam and Steve took turns kissing me “You ready buddy, now for your deepest desire” “Making you my first was my desire” “No, your other desire, Steve here has a viral load in the upper six figures, and he wants a chance to make a deposit in your Negative Ass, Pop your Poz cherry” My cock which had been drooling Pre-Jizz into a puddle in my belly button suddenly hardened more then shot out a large amount of precum to add to the pool of man juice. Steve came around as Jeremy slid up and feed me his cock, covered in their cum and my ass juices, Steve rammed his cock home in one push, then roughly fucked my no longer virgin hole pounding away at my tender insides ripping gashes in my colon walls to allow his venom to sink in directly to my bloodstream he pounded me for about 10 minutes then blasted his load inside me “There’s two more to add to your total for the night” “Two?” “Yeah I came shortly after I rammed it home then just fucked it into you while building up my second load to drive my toxic seed into you” I thought “Holy fuck” I just took a hot toxic load into my boycunt my dreams were coming true. We all climbed onto the bed and cuddled and soon were fast asleep

He grabbed me almost violently, yanking on my jock waistband as if it was a leash attached to a pet collar. He pushed and shoved my body forcefully, rearranging my position on the barber's chair, so suddenly, that I hadn't realized I had been standing for a second before I was pushed HARD back on the chair. He manhandled me, arranging my elbows so they were now resting on the seat, my upper body parallel to the cushion, my chest pressed on the leather, my head facing forward. I saw it before I felt it. It was in the mirror a foot or so way from me but it may as well have been a telescopic vision as it looked obscenely large, as if that was even possible. The head seemed fatter and engorged. Had it gotten bigger since it had been in my mouth moments ago? Or how long ago was THAT? The warm still air in the shop, mixed with the scents of our sweaty bodies with the antiseptic and grooming product aromas lingering around us, seemed to be playing tricks on my perception. We both were sweating profusely, beads of perspiration trickling from me, adding another layer of sheen to the worn leather of the chair. I looked at him in the mirror and from my viewing angle, the reflection of his head was cut in the diagonal crack in the glass. His left eye appeared normal, the other eye on the face was off centered with the iris and pupil appearing to be consumed in black. The thick uncut cockhead entered without any restriction. I am not even sure I felt it as my hunger had been building for quite a long time now that I wondered if this was really happening or some deranged wishful thinking. His thick dick slid into my hole, sans spit or other lubrication other than my own natural manhole juice I was creating from my hunger. I turned my gaze from the mirror and tried to balance myself in the forced position on the chair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at his strange reflection anymore. I wanted to savor the sensation of his thick dick throbbing at my hole, in the blackness of my mind, unobstructed by my visual distractions. My heartbeat seemed to be getting louder as I took a deep breath. "You been askin' for THIS, huh Boy?" The dick head remained where it was at the entrance of my very hungry manhole. "How it feelin'?" "Fuck!" I exclaimed, my eyes still shut. "It feels great! It feels so thick, nice and fat!" I squirmed a little wanting to get more of that shaft inside me. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, daring him. He grabbed the waistband of my jock, pulling again on them tightly with such FORCE that my back and upper body suddenly jerked. "DON'T BE FUCKIN' TELLIN' ME WHAT TO DO!!!" He yelled angrily. "I told you earlier : you ain't makin' the rules here. YA HEAR?!?" Outside a car on the avenue seemed to swerve as I heard the sounds of tires running hard and violently against the road surface. The summer evening humidity creeped in from the street, under the locked shop door, crawling on the linoleum floor and up the barber"s chair. He yanked hard on my jock again and then with his right hand shoved my upper body forward that my weight crashed on itself, my elbows unfolding, my chest hitting the warm seat of the chair. My left arm slammed against the hard metal side of the chair. A sharp intense pain came over me. I felt his thick cockhead trace against my asslips again and any discomfort I had just experienced seemed to quickly evaporate. He carefully moved his dickhead against my opening, just slowly, up and down, up and down but with a little pressure so it felt as if the bulbous head would enter at any moment. All he had to do was push. But he didn't. Instead he repeated this tease over and over, toying with me. I squirmed as it all felt magnificent. Suddenly, he shoved his thick shaft into me HARD and swift. And as open, as hungry as my hole was, it still took me by surprise, the roughness of the entry mixed with his sudden forcefulness and change of tone. But I didn't care. A feeling of exasperation and fulfillment came over me as if the inner heat from the large booty bump from earlier was finally subsisting, like smoldering sparks of a raging fire finally settling down. But the heat was still there. He stayed in his current position, barely moving. I finally opened my eyes and turned my head to gaze at our reflection. His head was cocked back, his arms extended, holding on to my waistband of my jock. His eyes were closed now and I could see he was muttering under his breath so low, that I barely heared him. I was only aware of it as I saw the slow movement of his thick lips in his reflection. "Muthafukka...muthafukka...," he whispered to himself. There was a slight sensation of rocking as I sensed his thick dick head sliding inside me but barely an inch was entering me, in and out, in and out. My hole was just so sensitive that everything felt MAGNIFIED. I was rolling my head uncontrollably on the chair, the cheek on my face rubbing against the leather. The dampness of my sweat made the leather feel slick. His subtle fucking continued at this slow pace. I was satisfied that he was finally inside me. I looked at the mirror again and was surprised to see most of his thick shaft OUTSIDE of me. The cock head was sliding in and out of my hole, stretching my asslips as he would pull out, the soft flesh swollen and clinging to this thick shaft, sliding in and out. He was b a r e l y in me. And yet I was feeling completely turned on by his limited entry. The thickness of the cock head, his deliberately slower pace, and the constant pushing and pulling at my asslips was providing a new sensation. It was like the stretch when someone was fisting me but less so and yet more intense at the same time. He kept going, slowly, methodically, in some studied rhythm. I kept watching our reflection, impressed at his skill and how he was making my hole feel with just the limited entry. I could sometimes see the edge of his foreskin wrapped tight and pulled back at the rim of his forehead as he pulled out carefully. And then it would disappear as he would plunge back into my willing and hungry hole. Whatever fire that had been subsiding earlier seemed to slowly creep back in as the effect of the booty bump would rise and fall, like a tide washing in. The engorged dark shaft appeared larger again. The heat in the shop and inside me from all the drugs were all playing with my perception. The fact that his cock was only partially inside with just the head carefully going in and out made his shaft appear longer in the mirror. It was like a camera trick and yet what I was experiencing between my legs only seemed to substantiate it. His skill made my hole so content and filled, even if it was only a few inches of his bulbous cockhead entering me. I didn't want it to end, it felt so good. I could have stayed in this position forever. The shaft pushed and pulled slowly, quickly, slowly again and then VIOLENTLY. Every now and then he would shove HARD all the way inside me. My body would jerk forward by the sudden assault, the shock and surprise of the feeling of his mass and volume completing me. And before I could really savor it, before I could relax my inner muscles of my hole to let him gain more entry, before I could mentally visualize it all inside me-he would pull out quickly. "How's that special pussy feelin' now?" He suddenly spoke, the deep voice penetrating the silence and warm, still air in the room. He pushed in carefully and pulled out in the same fashion. I moaned. It was all I could utter in response. He lunged in HARD again, shoving my upper body forward on the chair. I caught my breath, but barely had time to feel his thickness and mass inside me again before he suddenly pulled all the way out. He retreated so quickly and violently that if felt more criminal that he would leave me so empty, so void. The unexpected emptiness was almost painful as my manhole pulsed from the shock, my heart beat coming back in a loud drum, louder and louder as if it was a soundtrack to the sudden turn of events. I looked in the mirror. My face couldn't conceal my silent disappointment, my hunger. He pulled away from the chair and grabbed the poppers bottle that he had set aside earlier on the counter. "Get up Boy!" He commanded. I took a deep breath and slowly applied pressure on my arms to push me upwards from the chair. I took another careful, deep breath. My heart was beating faster and faster. I swear the sound was thundering in the room. His left arm suddenly grabbed me by my jock waistband as he helped me off the chair. I stood in front of him, trying to regain my balance from the change of position and dizziness. "Get that broom and dustpan," he motioned to one corner of the shop. What?" I was puzzled, confused and still dizzy. "You heard me Boy." I walked to the corner, leaned down to the floor and grabbed the dustpan with my left hand and stood straight and grabbed the broom with my other arm. I looked at him, still bewildered. "Now get over here and get on your knees and sweep all that mess of your hairs around us." "You can't be serious," I instinctively replied, almost sarcastically. He suddenly stepped forward and slapped me HARD with his free hand. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that I dropped the dustpan, the metal banged on the floor and seemed to echo for a moment until it was enveloped by the air in the room that seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. In between us, on the ceiling, the fluorescent light snapped away again, almost on cue to that moment, the lighting in the room getting dimmer in an instant. "I ain't gonna tell you twice," he said slowly, sternly. I looked at him, almost angry, my heartbeat getting louder and louder. He wasn't smiling or moving. I looked at his thick uncut shaft, still erect and glistening from my hole's juices. I saw the firmness in his stare so I bent down again, this time with my whole body, kneeling on the linoleum floor, collecting the dustpan with my left hand and holding the broom with my other. "You know what to do," he instructed. This wasn't easy. For one, I was very high. Whatever fire I had inside me seemed to have been quickly reignited with the unexpected slap on my face. It still stung on my cheek, his sudden explosion on me. But it burned even more in the emptiness between my legs. I bent forward with my upper body so it was angled lower to the floor with my legs spread wide for balance as my arms tried to sweep the tiny black needles of my clipped hair that was scattered all around us. I couldn't use my arms to support my balance so I spread my legs further, using the weight of my lower body for support, my ass in the air. I heard him step behind me. I was too low now. I didn't have the advantage of the mirrors around us to observe the situation at this level. He paced around me as I could only see his bare legs and his big feet still wearing the beat-up sneakers. I saw the base of the barber's chair behind me and the other chairs around us. Somehow the light from the ceiling didn't seem to penetrate down this deep so the room from this perspective seemed darker, dirtier. He continued to step around me slowly until he was behind me. And then he bent down and I felt part of his large mass and weight of his upper body on my back. "I want those floors spotless," he leaned into my side, whispering in my right ear. Suddenly his hands were around my head, one hand holding the poppers under my nostrils. "You know what to do," he repeated. I breathed deep, deeper than I thought possible. And as alarmed as I was from his unexpected assault earlier, I still wanted to please him. He positioned the bottle under the left nostril, then the right. My breaths were long and focused. And then he placed the bottle one last time on the left side again. I took an even larger breath and inhaled as long as I could as my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest. I felt as if I was spinning even more as my head, now lower to the floor, seemed to accentuate the chemical fumes entering me. His weight on my back released itself from me as he positioned himself behind me. I heard him take his own deep, long breaths from the bottle and then a sound that made me realize he was inhaling the sharp, nasty air into his mouth. I heard him quickly seal the cap and set the bottle aside on the floor. "Sweep, Boy!" He yelled, his voice suddenly muffled as his mouth enveloped my hole, his hands at my ass cheeks, pulling them apart obscenely wide as he exhaled the poppers into my burning hole. It was like throwing a lit match into a pool of gasoline. My hole erupted in a new layer of heat, hunger and anticipation. I tried to do as he commanded but it was impossible. The haze of my earlier poppers intake, my body angle made me even more dizzy and unbalanced, and this new sensation on my manhole was too much to bear. I was trying to please him but regardless of how I tried I could barely get any of the mess of tiny hairs on the floor in the dustpan. One moment I would manage to push the broom to collect and push the tiny shreds of hair. The next moment, my daze and condition would take over me and I would spill the contents back on the floor making more of a mess. "Muthafukka...," he muttered, in between breaths, his tongue diving deep into my my now even, hungrier hole. Beads of sweat rained down from my head to the floor. How was it that it was hotter down at this level? Wasn't heat supposed to rise? Or maybe it was : from my head to my ass that was higher in my kneeling position. I was sweating so much that miniature pools were being created on the floor surface, my tiny black hairs floating and gliding around in the perspiration. The hairs appeared to multiply and take over the tiny lakes of sweat on the floor, almost like the blackness consuming his eyes from earlier. He devoured my manhole. He was like a madman speaking an unintelligible language in between my ass. The poppers we had shared was hitting me hard. My upper body-angled lower on the floor-only accentuated the intense dizziness and floating experience I was going through. And of course there was the massive booty bump from earlier and his uncut cockhead teasing that seemed to have gone on for an eternity that added to whatever I was now feeling. It was as if everything he did was some prolonged extra-sensory experience, some expected and heightened more than I was used to, and some completely unexpected, unscripted. I only wanted more. His fat tongue glided slowly up inside my hole. I could feel the thick tip of it enter me, licking on my upper manhole wall. There was a rough coarseness to his tongue that I could sense that contrasted to the soft, moist textures of the inside of my manhole. All my sensations seemed so heightened that I wasn't surprised I could fathom this. And then the tongue would exit, yet continue to lick away, the roughness sliding along the freshly shaved smooth skin around my pulsing manhole. There was the addition of his beard which was surprisingly stiff and bristling. It felt like a rake against my hole. Every movement of his mouth around my hole would illicit a mix of sharp intense prickling pain like hundreds of tiny needles stabbing my sensitive shaved skin. His saliva was mixing with the layer of sweat in between my hole and balls causing so much moistness I could feel it run down my inner thighs, thin rivers of sex sliding down my legs, connecting with the pools of our perspiration on the floor, my tiny black shreds of hairs sailing on the surface. And then he would pull his tongue into his mouth for a moment, wetting it with more with his saliva. His entire mouth would consume my hole and he would suck on it slowly. He sucked with a gentle force to create a vacuum. And then he would release it quickly so that a puckering sound, moist and wet, would come from between my legs. And then he would kiss my hole again with that big mouth and suck some more, creating the vacuum again and release it as suddenly as it had started. He repeated this over and over, the smack and wet noises getting louder, nastier, almost like a sordid rhythm. My manpussy was singing. It was driving me crazy with the dizziness in my head from everything. And just as I was really getting into the intense sensations, his tongue and mouth would suddenly retreat. It was like he knew I was riding on the feeling, almost at its peak, and just before I would hit that high note he would suddenly stop. It felt deliberate. It felt calculated. It felt fucking great. His hands would pull my ass further apart like he was tying to rip me in half. My hole felt wider, bigger. His fat tongue would invade me again. Harder, tougher, pushing with force to gain more entry. The fat, rough tongue would suddenly lap at my burning manhole, furiously flicking at such a pace that every lick felt like a moist stabbing at my hole. I was shaking uncontrollably from the over-stimulation. He was groaning as he ate my manhole, muttering under his breath. "Muthaaa..." The fat tongue would lap rapidly on my hole. "...fukkaaaa...." The tongue would dive deeper, harder. It was too much. I was on hyper-stimulation overload. I dropped the dustpan, the loud clanging of the metal hitting the floor rang in the shop. Little black hairs littered the floor. "WHAT THE..." His mouth pulled away from my hole, his hands pushing away from me. I turned my head slightly to see him suddenly kneel straight up, pulling away from my backside. "DIDN'T I SAY TO CLEAN THIS MESS?!?" His voice boomed in the space. SLAP!!! The sudden sting of his hand hitting my ass took me by surprise. He hit me with such force that my body jerked forward slightly from the assault. SLAP!!! Another swing on my other cheek. My heartbeat was back in the forefront, the rhythm beating faster, louder. The residue of the slaps on my ass burned. I sensed the heat building again as my manhole was left vacant of any activity. It seemed to protest the lack of tongue, dick, and fingers by burning more intensely. "Look at this fuckin' mess!" He complained, getting up now and circling around me. I adjusted my upper body, lifting it from its current lowered position. Suddenly I felt his right foot on my head, the dirty beat-up sneaker pushing on me. "Did I say you could stand up, Boy?" His foot applied more pressure, pushing my head lower and lower to the floor. I could not speak. The burning between my legs was getting more intense that I couldn't comprehend a reply. I nodded my head slightly in response as he continued to apply pressure with his foot, my head so low now that my left cheek was brushing against a pool of perspiration on the floor that was covered with my shredded black hairs. "You disappoint me Boy!" He removed his foot from my head and I heard him walk around me, kicking the broom away from us as it banged against one of the barber chairs and resettled against the corner floor. I lifted my head slightly, careful to not offend him. I so wanted to please him so he could continue with my burning, needy manhole. He lunged forward unexpectedly, his left foot now on my head, pressure applying itself until my face was again at the floor. I groaned. I was hating it and loving it at the same time. My manhole pulsed from the excitement. He grabbed the dustpan away from me and suddenly released his foot from my head. I exhaled a deep breath and turned my gaze silently watching him approach the counter, the dustpan in one hand, his thick uncut monster cock swaying as he moved. I tried not to look. I didn't want him hitting me again although the sudden assaults did excite me. I could feel my hole pulsing, needy for his attention. I heard water running from the shampoo sink station and wondered what he was doing. The water shut off and from my angle I could see he was approaching the counter. He was fumbling through my parrTy kit. He approached me again, the dirty best-up sneakers were now near my head. "You stay right there, Boy," he instructed. His right foot lifted and settled on my head again, more pressure this time that the side of my face was pushed to the linoleum surface, my cheek flattening parallel to the floor. He stood over me, his feet facing my shoulders, leaning forward as he bent down, getting on top of me so that his heavy cock and balls were resting on the back of my neck. I could smell the mustiness between his legs and my hole pulsed some more. He squatted over me as the mass and weight of his body pushed me further onto the floor. I felt one of his hands grab at my ass, roughly pulling my cheek aside. "What a fuckin' beautiful shaved pussy you got there," he said, proud of his work. I felt a new pressure on my manhole. It was thick and heavy and it was going inside me slowly, methodically. I was still dizzy and all his weight on me wasn't helping to comprehend the situation. I knew it wasn't his dick since his body was turned around in its current position. Like -WTF!?! And then I felt the BURN. O H F U C K. He was giving me YET another booty bump. Was he intentionally planning to get me so spun that I would be out of control? Clearly I had already went past that point much earlier. My head was crunched on the floor. My face was itching from the tiny needles of my trimmed hair that was now sticking to my cheek, my chin. I wanted so much to scratch my face yet I couldn't move as the BURNING between my legs only intensified. I stared across the room trying to gather some focus, some sense of normalcy to the situation that was far from normal. And all I could see across from me were shadows setting itself against the corner and slowly approaching, covering the shop further in the dimmed lighting. The mass and volume at my hole pressed in further, pushing the burn of the booty bump deeper. It was thick and felt wet and cold. As it got in deeper, the girth decreased so that any earlier tension dissipated. But yet the burning MAGNIFIED. I closed my eyes, the weight of his lower body seemed heavier on my head. I could feel his thick hard-on throbbing even more on the back of my neck. I now realized he had coated the tip of the rubber handle of the dustpan with Tina that he was pushing slowly into my hungry, burning hole. "FUCKIN' BEAUTIFUL!!!" He shouted unexpectedly. He pushed the handle of the dustpan carefully into my hole. And then he would pull it out at the same pace. He repeated this over and over, taking his time, playing with the rhythm, the speed, the pressure. I was groaning louder uncontrollably, the intensity of what was happening mixed with the continuing graduation of the Tina burning further inside my tunnel. As he pulled out the widest part of the handle would dilate on my hole, the sense of the stretching so dramatic it was causing me to hallucinate, my mind running away from me, visualizing some other scene of a crater expanding in slow motion, a surreal pictorial metaphor inside my head. Waves of heat and fire exploded inside me. Suddenly everything took on a hyper level. The darkness seemed to dance around the room, shadows jumping from one corner to the next, one minute near my face that was still smashed on the floor, the next on the wall, the ceiling. The flickering of the fluorescent lighting above us now seemed to be occurring faster and faster, further adding to my questionable state of mind. My senses were ultra-heightened. I could hear traffic screeching outside the barber shop and the thunderous pace of pedestrians pacing on the sidewalk with my ear to the ground. My heartbeat seemed deafening. The aroma of the shop also took on another level that my nostrils burned from the chemical fog I seemed to be inhaling. And in between my legs I could only feel s a t I s f a c t I o n. He pushed and pulled the dustpan handle so hard and rapid on my manhole that I could barely catch my breath. The quick contraction and dilation of my hole was almost too much to comprehend. One moment I was in ecstasy. I wanted to savor it, to allow the glow of the sensation to pause inside my head. But he would not even allow that. Instead he would pull the handle out violently and abruptly, so fast that it was wrenching. It was another kind of burn and I would jerk from the assault in a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. I bit my lip so hard I ripped the soft skin, tasting a little of my blood. He pushed in hard again, the massive girth of the handle expanding my hole. It felt like one of my thicker toys. He shook the dustpan so that the handle jerked left and right, up and down, violently inside me. The massive amount of Tina inside my hole only heightened the feeling. It should have hurt but the fire inside was tinting all my sensations that I only wished the handle were thicker and longer! I groaned louder, my face rubbing against the floor, more tiny hairs collecting on my cheek. He pushed harder and I felt the wide tip of the handle sink inside me, a momentarily glorious pain as the widest part pushed against my manhole. And then it was was just a feeling of being filled as the entire handle was in my hole. He started banging on the flat surface of the dustpan gently at first, then adding gradual pressure as if he was drumming on it, the vibrations echoing inside my tunnel. The tip of the handle was near my prostate so every time he would bang on the dustpan it would send a tiny shockwave inside me. He would bang hard then gradually less pressure and then build it back up again. The decrease it. Then increase it. The vibrations were maddening and random. I could feel precum leaking out of me as if he was milking me. Precum fell to the floor and mixed with the lakes of perspiration on the linoleum surface. And then suddenly he jumped off my body, pulling the handle out of my hole. He yanked it out so fast that it hurt. But it was a magnificent pain like a large wide cock violently pulling out of a furious fuck. I yelled uncontrollably wanting it back inside me. "GET UP!" He shouted. I was shaking, but not from his command, but from everything else: the drugs inside me, the emptiness between my legs and the heat in the shop that seemed to only increase, like my hunger. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat suddenly became evident again, drumming louder and louder like some dub step rhythm rising from under the floorboards. I inhaled deep and exhaled deeper and mentally tried to calm myself. "GET UP I SAID!" S L A P !!! FUCKING HELL! That last strike really hit me this time. The weight and force and suddenness felt like a hot pan scorching on my ass cheek. It stung so bad it momentarily distracted my mind from the hunger and emptiness in between my legs. I took another deep breath and slowly, carefully stood up, turning slightly to him and seeing my crazed reflection in the cracked mirror. I looked deranged. Tiny black hairs were randomly stuck on my face, my chin and somehow my upper body. I looked very, very high. I looked at him standing at arm's length away from me. He looked equally high if not higher. His thick uncut cock was still standing at attention. Suddenly he threw the dustpan across the room where it hit one of the other chairs, banging against the metal surface of the thick base, the clanging echoing in the room for a moment until it fell loudly on the floor, swallowed by the shadows. It caught me by surprise, distracting me. And then I looked at his cock and back at my reflection in the mirror. Nice haircut. I smiled at him and looked deep into his eyes. The blackness that had consumed his iris earlier had faded and I could make out the color of his eyes. He almost smiled at me. "Get back on the chair." He wasn't yelling at me now. He turned the chair so it was in profile again in the mirror and pulled on the side crank as the chair lowered itself by a few inches. I climbed on, setting my ass on the seat. "No-not like that," he grabbed my right arm and pulled me off the seat, manhandling me again with force, turning my body around, guiding me, so that I was facing the back of the chair, my knees bent and kneeling at the seat, my legs spread wide so that they hit the edge of the chair arms, my ass hanging over the seat. "Beautiful," he said, proudly. I turned my head slightly and gazed in the mirror. My ass cheeks looked slightly bruised from the earlier slapping. My hole looked red and puffy. Was that blood on my asslips? Or was it some imagined paranoia setting in? I couldn't tell as everything seemed over-saturated as if this was a Photoshop image with the color levels artificially adjusted. My heart beat louder and louder. He stepped onto the chair, standing on the platform base that was elevated off the floor surface. He faced me, his hard uncut cock pointing at my hungry hole. I took a deep breath. Finally he was going to really fuck me! Out of nowhere we both heard jingling with the lock of the shop door from the outside. We stared at each other silently for a moment, my head cranked awkwardly, as the door pushed in, opening unexpectedly, the blinds on the inside of the glass door rattling. A man stepped inside. He was concealed in the darkness of the shadows at the entrance of the shop, his face indistinguishable. But I could make out his silhouette. He was tall with wide shoulders and a shaved head. He looked very fit. He stepped in quickly, the door slamming shut behind him as his features became more visible in the dim lighting. "HARRISON?!?" The barber and I shouted TOGETHER. We looked at each other for an instant of shock and then at the man, stunned that we BOTH knew him. "DAD?!?" He looked as equally surprised as we did. And then he gulped and said my name, almost in a whisper, suddenly recognizing me, squatting on the chair, my hole pulsing uncontrollably as his father's bulbous uncut cockhead entered my burning hole.

PART 3 I finally finished all the house cleaning I felt like doing and perused through the paperwork I sorted through the papers stacking them into separate piles: bills to pay; correspondence; perceived trash advertisements; tax documents; and assorted other. I thought I'd go look to see how things were going on the tree roots . . . and smiled slightly. What a morning. Well, what a night before and then this morning. Coming to this city--Lousyville I called it now--was in a huge way a mistake that I would not make ever again. Chicago is where I belonged and yearned to be. The men there be they residents or visitors were of a mind that sex was a necessity of life. There was no shortage of men available or opportunity to avail my mouth and ass of those men. I had found a home that satisfied my wanton lust and sexual addiction carried to an extreme as I enjoyed. Lousyville had initially been a subdued and somewhat satisfactory place to find men who enjoyed sex the way I enjoyed sex which was with the barest of all cocks that first were inserted into my mouth and in the same bareness though a bit wetter shoved into my ass. Bars in the city were the slowest of places to find men to fuck me. But, soon enough I found several ABS especially one across the Ohio River separating Kenfuckless--it goes with Lousyville--and Indiana. I found Theater X to be a place where there were several peep booths with glory holes that accommodated anonymous sex. I preferred it to the other ABS though I did occasionally visit others I mostly went across the river. Then, in a very short time, that petered out. I have no clue why. This left me in a state of missing man sex which ended with me thinking of myself as a hermit monk who had taken a vow of chastity. How low I had sunk. Most arrangements or online hook up appointments never materialized as I was the only one who appeared at the appointed spot. Whatever. Repeated trips of this nature leaves one with a very bad taste for a city and its residents. Don't get me started on this population of men here. And, no, nothing that I have said indicates my true feelings about this place despite what you may have read so far. Then, last night making that trip back to Theater X and having had a very good time momentarily and briefly had changed my opinion of this place. Now, having a very helpful plumber to ease my burdens makes this place almost pleasant. Maybe my course lay in getting workmen here. No, I had not lost sight of what the plumber was here to do, and I was sure he would clear the blockage in the house's sewer line. And, to that project, I needed to check on his progress. I went out the back door and heard voices. I noticed the backyard gate was open and presumed that the additional plumber with the tool for heavy duty grinding had arrived and was in discussion with my plumber. I crossed the deck onto the lower deck and finally onto the sidewalk. My banana trees were in full leaf and draped their huge leaves down over the sidewalk to the garage and clean out spot. I continued on seeing my plumber as well as the new plumber standing at the clean out. I heard them discussing who would stay and do the work and who would continue on with other calls. It was at this point I reached them. "Well, I'm hoping that you have the right tool for clearing out those roots so that the sewer no longer backs up into my basement," I said as I arrived at the two. The tall newcomer had his back to me. He took a step to the left and turned to look at me as my plumber came into view behind him. I stopped dead in my tracks. It was my charcoal black man from Theater X from last night. "You!?" I said with I'm sure a bit of animation in my voice. He stood there staring not knowing what to say. He looked at his co-worker and then to me again. He was very uncomfortable I could tell. I needed to diffuse the situation and quickly. "Oh. I'm sorry. You aren't who I thought you were," I offered up. "I just came out to see how things were going. I am not staying to be in your way. If you need anything, I will leave the back door unlocked. Just open it and give me a yell. I'll be in clearing my desk." I went back in the house leaving the back door pushed to but not closed. On my way back, I hoped that I had made a sufficient recovery. Some men get testy about other men knowing that they fuck men. I did not know how these two fit into that scheme and did not want to "out" either or both of them to the other if both were on the DL. Never let out such secrets; it's not good form and will totally ruin a fuck bud relationship. I hoped I had not ruined my relationship with both of these wonderful fucks. I went inside and began my paper shuffling pissed at myself. I stayed at it for 30 minutes or more until my girl jumped up and growled loudly and deeply. I heard from the back door Aren's voice announcing that my presence was needed that a problem had come up that I needed to know about. My heart sank. Sewer line collapse? Locked up the bore head and couldn't retract it? Additional cutting head wasn't working requiring now digging up the place? I was not looking forward to this problem but headed outside. Once more I approached the clean out with both of the men standing with their backs to me. I observed the snake still inserted in the clean out. Which had happened: collapse? entangled? not cutting? "Okay. What is the problem with the sewer?" I asked as I reached the two. "Nothing with the sewer," Aren said as the two of the stepped across the clean out turning to face me. "Just needed to let you know that the problem we got is we need to lay some more pipe in your ass." They turned to face me and both were grinning like Cheshire cats. Both of them had their beautiful black cocks out of their work pants and pumped up to full measure. Indeed, in a flash, I knew that for sure they both were going to lay some more pipe in my ass and flood me good with their goo. I stopped immediately taking it all in and looked at each in the face. They no doubt had finally talked. I didn't care how it came up just that what each had done to and with me had been discussed and both were now going to fuck my ass full again. That's all that I cared about and most likely all that they cared about. I turned my back to them and began walking away as I unbuttoned my shirt as fast as possible pulling it out of my pants as I walked. At the head of the sidewalk, I turned once more facing them tossing my shirt onto the lower deck rail top. I pulled off my boots and socks, undid my belt, unsnapped my dress pants pulling the zipper down quickly, and finally pulled off my pants tossing them, too, onto the lower deck rail. As I had done my strip, I watched the two of them. When I had turned my back on them and walked away, no doubt they thought I was rejecting the idea of a 3-way until I stopped and stripped for them to see although barely see. Both realized I was merely moving to a different location and stripping, they began up the sidewalk removing their shirts. We three moved on to the upper deck where I took a couple of lounge chair cushions and tossed them on the deck. The two of them had by this time removed all of their clothes tossing them onto deck chairs. I positioned myself at the top edge of one of the cushions. I let them decide who would go where. Soon enough, Aren took the few steps to arrive at my ass. He knelt behind me as Gerrard--my man from Theater X--settled down on the other cushion. Nothing needed be said. I was going to suck one of them while the other fucked me. We all knew that once Aren had nutted in my ass, he would swap places and have his cock sucked clean of the freshly deposited cum load from his nuts and fuck juices produced by his fucking. And, my fucker from Theater X would find his cock sliding once more into my ass where he would fuck me with the same excellence he had last night. I fleetingly thought that there was no way I was going to work. I lowered my head onto a now semi-flaccid black cock that had a familiar taste to it. My mouth stretched open and engulfed as much as I could savoring the flavor once more. My taste buds sought recognition of any remnants from last night's fun but found none. A loss for them and me. But, they would once more taste that nectar again. Aren had settled behind me finally leaning down and spitting a couple of times on my ass. I continued to suck on Gerrard as I felt Aren's cock line itself up at my hole. As I bottomed out on Gerrard's dick, Aren said, "Brace yourself, man. Going balls deep and not stopping for any niceties." I held my full mouth still preparing for what was going to happen. Aren timed it perfectly giving me the time to move my teeth further away from the cock I was sucking. Balls deep he went splitting my hole open with some but no real resistance. I winced a little and confess to a slight jump as his pelvis slammed into my ass cheeks. True to his word, Aren began an instantaneous fucking of my ass. Looking back I suppose it was the thought of his fucking me before and nutting in my ass, fucking me now in the broad daylight on the deck, and watching me suck on a colleague's cock that drove him into such a fucking frenzy that he obviously was enjoying . . . as was I. No niceties is how he put it. An odd expression I thought for a plumber. But, Aren knew what it meant as he pounded my ass with his fully hard cock. Perhaps even he was trying to show off to his colleague that he could pound a white man's ass and make him moan in appreciation. I began to feel the tip of his cock hitting my prostate which sent tingling excitement signals up to my brain and back to my own balls and cock. I could feel my balls rolling around in the somewhat expanding sac as my cock began a slow rolling around motion as it dripped more and more pre-cum from this fucking. Instinctively, a moan of absolute lust, desire, and pleasure escaped my throat but was throttled in full aural acknowledgement by my lips so securely wrapped tightly around the giant cock I was sucking. Both men had heard me though even if it was faint. "Yeah, man. Fuck his ass good. Prime it up in there for me. He likes it just like you're doing it. Slam your dick in there as hard as you can. Push his guts around with your big black dick. He knows you; he's had you before. He's had me before and going to get me again. He likes big black dick in his ass and mouth, and he's going to get a big fucking today," Gerrard said so that Aren and I could hear him. His words were an aphrodisiac to me and spurred Aren on to pounding my ass even harder making it difficult to continue my up and down movement on Gerrard's dick as I was being bounced forward and backward from Aren's slamming into my ass. "Damn! Fuck!" we heard Aren say. "Yeah. Oh, fucking yeah! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Aren slammed full force into my ass and began pumping his load of ball batter into my ass. With each discharge of his baby making goo, I felt his cock swell bigger and fire the salvo as deeply as the tip of his cock was buried in my ass. "Damn! Shit!" He continued depositing his DNA into my ass as I now hurriedly began sucking on Gerrard's beautifully big cock. I wanted him fully primed and ready to replace Aren when the time was right. Aren still was not finished. Aren had been hesitant the first time about fucking me bareback but had no hesitancy this time. He had no hesitancy even in front of his colleague dropping a load in my ass. His sweat dropped on my ass attesting to his work and how deeply he had gone in his own self to pull up this sheer lustful attack on my ass. Aren was going to be smiling definitely the rest of the day. Aren's grip on my hips eased up as the number and rapidness of volleys began subsiding. Fewer and less explosive volleys continued until at last there was only a slight twitching in my ass. More sweat dropped onto my ass from Aren but that, too, lessened. I slowed my bobbing up and down on Gerrard's cock not wanting to set his cock off in an explosive burst of cum lobbing in my mouth though I truly doubt that I could have done that without his willingness. Slowly and almost unwillingly, Aren began withdrawing his cock from my ass; I raised my mouth up off Gerrard's cock and released it. As Gerrard scooted out from beneath me and stood, Aren finally pulled the rest of his cock from my ass. I immediately flipped around on the cushion and engulfed his entire cock in my mouth going pelvis deep in my mouth as he had gone balls deep in my ass. Once I had his cock inserted, I gently began nursing it tasting all the goo and fuck juices that he had produced. I knew that I could never get enough of this taste after having such a wonderful fucking. I cleaned and polished his now almost limp dick. While nursing and cleaning Aren's cock, I felt at my ass opening a rough calloused finger insert itself fully. I could tell that it was a middle finger and of course had to belong to Gerrard. I tightened my sphincter on it but that action did nothing to suppress his fucking me with that finger of his. The more I cleaned Aren's cock the more I got finger fucked and loved it. "You got three in there from me last night and got two in there so far today from Aren. We all know you like big black dick. We done talked, Aren and me. We got you figured out and just wanting to know for sure. Keep cleaning on that dick of his and answer me. Moan for yes; squeeze on my finger for no." Gerrard quietly directed me. I moaned in acceptance. "You like big black dick." I moaned. "You take any big black dick up your ass to nutt." I moaned. "You get fucked raw only." I moaned. "You poz." I moaned. "I told Aren you were but wanted to hear it. Talked a lot. Glad we both met you and got us out on each other. You cool, and we know it. Feeding you poz loads big hit for us. You taking them big hit, too. You cool taking poz loads from us?" I moaned deeply. "Good. Making room for them then." Gerrard pulled his middle finger out of my ass and inserted his index and middle finger back in me. I continued sucking on Aren's cock now from fun since my taste buds told me all remains of his fucking me had been cleaned, tasted, and swallowed by me. Gerrard began working my insides with his two calloused rough fingers by twisting and turning them finally attacking the insides with his nails. He did what I call a hack and slash attack. He scraped and rubbed the entire inside of me as far as his fingers could go and as shallow as he could making sure that the entire inside of my ass the full length of his fingers was well sliced and diced with his nails. I knew what he was doing as did Aren. They were going to breed me for sure though until now it had all been done without total knowledge among the three of us that we all three were HIV positive. Now, it mattered only that we all three knew and that knowledge turned us all three on. "You remember last night," Gerrard said. I moaned. "Good. You know how you slammed down on my black cock. Love that but not the same possible. I'm going to slam in you just like Aren balls deep. Not here though; too close to neighbors. Aren says you got a spot in the garage. We'll go there. When I pull my fingers out, we all go. You ready?" I moaned. I stopped suckling Aren's cock and pulled off just as Gerrard pulled his fingers out of my ass. I heard Gerrard rising as I quickly began my own rising. Wordlessly, the three of us began the quick walk to the garage. I wanted to run but thought better of it. Inside we went with Aren closing the door once we were all inside. "Grab onto Aren's shoulders and hold on. Aren grab him and hold him. Bend down some more." Gerrard ordered. Aren and I complied. I felt Gerrard's cock head at my hole and knew this would not be easy despite being fucked twice already today. Gerrard was holding his cock as he stimulated it a bit more so that it would reach full capacity. The walk to the garage had deflated him and had dried him off. I suspected and was proven correct that this entry was going to be dry and painful with no gag this time. I steeled my determination to remain as quiet as possible and accept this behemoth inside my ass no matter what. I held on to Aren's shoulders as he held me under my arm pits with his rough calloused workman's hands. I looked up into his face, and he looked down into mine. He knowingly grinned at me; I winked back at him and smiled briefly. Just as I had smiled, I felt Gerrard begin lining up the tip of his cock head with my hole and begin pressing inward to hold it in position. My pucker hole gave way a little allowing the barest of his tip in. I lowered my head pressing my forehead onto Aren's chest to prepare for this brutal entry which I knew in the deepest of my being was going to send me into excruciating pain which I would love as would Gerrard. "Ready? On three: one . . . two . . . three!" With that "three", Gerrard rammed his cock inside my ass forcing my sphincter to slam open as he and I both knew it would spreading it so wide and so fast that there was nothing unexpected about the searing pain he was sending through my body. He did this maneuver just like we had done last night with the only difference being he was ramming his dick in my ass instead of me bouncing downwards and impaling myself onto his fat cock. The end result was the same though. Sheer delight of such pain and entry of his cock in me. I felt every inch of his Sequoia as it slid along the inside of me as if sand had been added to the mixture. I clamped down on my teeth and pulled my lips together in spite of the natural reaction to open my mouth wide and scream. I knew I had to fight that from happening and win that round this time and at least twice more. My eyes filled with tears. My body became rigid in reaction to this invasion. The scream that had manifested itself bore out though only in my throat where it died as I pressed harder onto Aren's chest with my forehead. No matter the pain; no matter the stars; this big charcoal black cock was going in my ass again to fulfill its destiny of nutting another three loads of what I knew were poz loads. No sooner had I begun to relax--if one can call it that--when Gerrard once more said, "Ready? On three: one . . . two . . . three!" Once again I felt Gerrard's rough workman's hands tightly holding onto my hips pulling me onto his cock as he drove his tool into my ass deeper making my insides spread out and stretch to accommodate him. Another dry three inches or so went inside me grinding my gut and ass opening with the sand-like rasping entry. Once more I wanted to scream but instead wondered how much pressure I was putting on my teeth and would they hold up and not crack. I was concerned over this possibility but not willing to call a halt not that I thought doing so would do any good. "Grab him good, Aren. I'm going all in now and going to pound his ass. One . . . two . . . three!" Aren had moved his strong hands from beneath my arms to holding on to them. I grasped Aren's shoulders and held on dearly as I felt Gerrard yank my ass toward him as he power shoved his hips forward thrusting in me the remainder of his cock length bottoming out by hitting my prostate which sent electric shocks throughout my body. Once more I screamed in my throat but was at least glad the invasion was over. Now, Gerrard would have his cock covered with fuck juices and cum from Aren. The difficult part was over and the fun was going to begin. Gerrard didn't wait but a couple of seconds as the last of my throaty scream began dying. He began his brutal attack on my ass pummeling my prostate as he had not done the night before. He was in a different place today which we both without having passed the words or thoughts between us knew that we both wanted to be in. This fuck was not going to be exactly as the one last night had been. Gerrard fucked in and out of my ass deep dicking me as if there were no tomorrow and that this was his last fuck ever. He punched inside me from just behind the head of his dick all the way until his pelvis slapped up against my cheeks giving a head-on collision with my prostate for at least a couple of dozen rounds. Gerrard stopped abruptly. "Move him over to the car hood and slap him across it. He's moving too much. Not your fault but he won't get away so easily on that car fender." The three of us moved across the garage where Aren released me, and I took my position on the fender stretched out across the hood of the car. I felt Gerrard still inserted in my ass and made a quick adjustment on my stance to best suit his entry. Wordlessly we made these minute but necessary adjustments so that Gerrard would have the most access to my ass where he planned to destroy my hole. "Not a fucking sound. Not a fucking sound out loud; you know what I mean. You been good so far. Keep it up. You said it earlier: You like big raw black poz dick up your ass where it can nutt. Only one kind of white man admits that. And, that kind of white man also likes everything else going on. You a pain freak and dig that, too. I'm going to tear your ass up now, and you not going to stop me, are you?" Gerrard said in a voice that I had not heard before from him but understood completely. I moaned loudly so that there was no doubt in his comprehension as well as Aren's aural witness to my consent to all of what Gerrard had just said and was about to do to me. Gerrard grabbed my ass lips pushing them as far apart as possible with his big rough hands. He was truly going in for destruction and needed as much deep access as he could get. He pushed my butt cheeks as far apart as possible and then pushed them into the car fender as he pulled out of my ass and then immediately returned inside full force. No longer was the sand invasion an issue. Now, Gerrard was no doubt bruising my prostate with every entry he made. I didn't care; I moaned loudly in consent; I just hoped that my car fender held up. More and more Gerrard fucked me in this new display of his masterful sexual appetite, skill, and ability. More and more I felt his cock head knocking on my prostate until finally at last my prostate could stand it now more. I began spasming my own load of cum out of my balls hitting the fender and dropping onto the floor of the garage. I felt like I was flooding the place. Gerrard never stopped as my ass tightened and released on his cock as I flooded the garage with my load of cum. He had to feel and to know I was shooting my load of cum, yet he never acknowledged it nor should he have. He was in control, and it was HIS load that mattered here. I began moaning lightly for the ecstatically wonderful fucking I was getting from Gerrard. The more effort he gave trying to dent my car's fender the more I moaned with ever increasing loudness so that Gerrard and Aren both knew that I consented to this type of fucking as Gerrard had set out so much earlier for my responses but also to signify that truly I was enjoying this hard physical play that was going on in my ass. His rough calloused workmen's hands pushing open my ass cheeks felt wonderful as he deliberately steam powered his giant cock repeatedly in and out of my ass no doubt bruising my prostate. That was fine with me as I moaned once more and rolled my head around as well for consent of what Gerrard was doing in my ass but everything that had happened so far. All too soon--as usual for my liking--Gerrard began his punctuated drive in my ass. He no doubt was delivering his third load in my ass as this was the same MO he had last night when he had fucked me at Theater X. He still rammed his fully blown charcoal black cock deep in my ass with these rams holding inside me briefly so that the deposit was made. The inward thrusts became fewer in number and held longer. The three of us knew what was happening. Gerrard finally made one last deep pile driving effort and held his cock deep inside me as the remnants of his ball draining activity flooded my intestine to mix with his other two loads of cum as well as the two that Aren had deposited and all the fuck juices that had been produced from my own ass. I lay across the fender of the car and rested myself. Gerrard stood behind me still plugging my ass. We both needed time to recoup our senses and to regain our strength from his fucking me. We were in no hurry. Gerrard took his big rough hands off my butt cheeks and placed them fully on my back adjusting his legs for balance he leaned over me moving his hands up to my arms stretched across the hood as he lay on top of me. He nestled his mouth near my ear where I heard him deeply breathing matching my lung intake. Aren came to stand by the two of us and leaned over the fender as well. "Bill, I don't know about Aren but I've never enjoyed a white ass as good as yours. You're good; real good. As long as you're in Louisville, you going to get this big ol' black dick in your ass as often as possible." Gerrard told me loud enough for Aren to hear as well. "Gerrard's telling you the truth," Aren chipped in. "Never had a white dude so willing to take on my dick. Didn't know about Gerrard's but he just said so. You'll find me climbing up in your ass as often as I can, too." "Well, do it on your own time," a voice behind us announced. "Get that sewer line unstopped so company can bill him. And, from looks of things, getting it cleared will take the rest of the day." At the first few words the three of us all jumped in shock. Aren jumped up, Gerrard pushed up off me pulling his now flaccid dick from my ass turning to face the garage side door, and I pushed myself up off my car turning to face this unknown source of orders. The three of us stood there staring at this intruder into our world of wanton sex. This black man was no doubt a supervisor of some sort who had come to visit a work site to find out what the problem was that would require a second plumber, er, tech. The four of us stood there. "I'll get your other calls covered for both of you. Be sure to give this customer our multiple visit discount. He earned it no doubt. In the future, this is all on your own time. We got a business to run. Oh, and to be sure of customer satisfaction, I'll be the one to get his rating of our customer service." With that, this black man exited the garage. Gerrard and Aren looked at each other and then me and back to each other. They began laughing at what I presumed was an inside joke. They had been caught with their pants down on the job instead of working. Well, more caught with absolutely no clothes on at all by a supervisor of some sort who had somehow quietly entered the garage during our fucking. None of us knew how much he had seen but we all realized that we had been watched for sure. And, additional points were that he was willing to give a discount cost for the job, give Gerrard and Aren the day off to take advantage of fucking me more, and that he would show up at some point for a customer service assessment which I took to mean he was going to fuck my ass, too. "Bill, looks like we got our work cut out for us. Can you take off the day?" Aren asked. "With plumbers being here all day to work, no way possible for me to go in. Guess I'll have to call my supervisor and let him know," I responded. "But, let's make sure any more pipe laying is done in a bit of comfort. Either of you allergic to dogs? I have a Norwegian Elkhound." Both Gerrard and Aren indicated no allergy. They said they would get the sewer line cleaned out first and then we could continue fucking if that was okay. I told them that would give me time to call work and to bring my girl out on a lead to introduce them. She would accept them once I told her to do so. She's a very protective breed and defends a home and owner innately. I went to the house picking up my clothes on the way hanging them up to air out. I called my supervisor and explained there was no way I would be in for the day because of the plumbing issue. Added for good measure was that a second plumber had been called in as well as a supervisor. All true but just not all of the truth. My girl was on edge knowing that something had happened. She checked me out closely and sat on command. I told her gently that everything was okay and that she was going to meet two men who were going to come inside and fuck me. I kept going over these two points until she finally became at ease. I stood up and walked to the back door pulling her lead off the door and slipping it over her head. She waited for the storm door to open and trotted out. She stopped and let out a low guttural growl now that she heard the noise at the clean out. I told her it was okay and lead her toward my two fuckers. We arrived at the clean out. I introduced Lady Bugh to Gerrard and Aren who were a bit put off because of her size. She's not huge like a Dane but isn't a lap dog either. I told her to sit which she did, and then told her to wave hello. Lady Bugh sat up and began slapping at the air with her right paw returning to her sit position after a half dozen "waves." I told her to go pee then return to the back door. I released her and off she ran behind the garage. She darted up the side walk, ran around the pool, and up to the back door where she sat waiting for me. "When you're done, just come on in the house through the back door. I'll leave it open for you. No need to put on your clothes because they will come right back off. Of course, that is if either or both of you intend to fuck me again. Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself," I said to the two of them. "Rest assured, you are safe now to be in the house as you've been introduced and are welcome with me. But, just until you do get to know her better, Lady Bugh will not be allowed in with us." "You're going to find we will get through this blockage in record time and be in there soon as we're done," Aren said. "I'm not going to leave until my balls are completely dried up. Especially since Raymond told us to finish this job." Gerrard spoke up saying, "Bill, nothing going to keep either of us from spending the rest of this day but fucking your white ass and filling it full of our nutt juice. I'm wanting to know just how much pain you take. So, you go take care of whatever you need to do inside, and we'll be along soon as we're done."

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.

Part 1 There is much to be said for some old things. There is an old building named Starkland Building that was built in the 1930’s. It was built to provide business offices for very small to moderately sized companies. It was a rare building because throughout the years management always seemed to keep ahead of trends always remodeling, upgrading, and improving the building and services. It was built on the corner of two major streets which added to the desirability of its location. Last, the first floor was reserved for shops to bring in customers with the upper fifteen floors reserved for those businesses that needed office space. On floors six and twelve, were huge public rest rooms. The top two floors were exclusive offices that had private rest rooms. The men’s rest room on floor six was a spacious place and identical to the one on floor twelve. Going in the hall door, one was met with six lavatories on each side of what would be best described as a vestibule of sorts. Walking to the end of this line of lavatories, there were two steps up to another floor. The construction of this building allowed for all pipes from the rest rooms to be in a crawl space so that they did not extend into the office spaces on the floor below. It made servicing the pipes a bit easier in some ways. To the right at the top of these two steps was a set of five stalls containing commodes. Turning to the left and going through a door arch was an “arcade” that was lined on either side by urinals. Turning to the right and walking on led to two more “arcades” that were lined on either side by stalls with commodes. Finally, going up two additional steps at the very back of this walkway, there was another single bank of stalls containing commodes. I read on an internet site that the sixth floor rest room was a cruising area on a Saturday morning. I considered the source but filed away the information until a few weeks later when I woke early one Saturday morning and decided to make a visit. I prepped myself and arrived around 9:30. I entered the elevator and got off at the sixth floor. Not knowing where the rest room was, I walked down one of the halls. I found that the building had a hall that went not down a central corridor but in an oval. Of course, I had gone the wrong way but finally arrived at the men’s rest room in a few minutes. I opened the door and went in. I walked slowly through the entire place noting the location of everything that I previously described. Knowing cruising protocol and likely area of cruising, I entered the last stall in the last row of stalls. This was the raised group of five that had no stalls on the opposing side. I let my shorts drop over my feet as I sat down. I set my bottle of lube on the paper dispenser after having lubed my ass and waited. As I sat and waited, I went through all the usual thoughts of exploring a “new” cruise site: Was it really a cruise site? Was I there at the correct time? Correct location? Was it known to the local police? Would there be any traffic? Would I get my ass fucked as I was hoping? How long was I willing to wait to see if there would be anyone else that would be here? I ran through these thoughts and others when I heard what I thought was the front door opening and closing. (The sound of the door opening and closing when I entered was enough to be heard two states over I thought.) Footsteps were now approaching. Then, I heard them stop and a stall door close and latch. Once more the hall door opened and closed. I heard no footsteps though until finally what sounded like rubber soled shoes coming up the two steps. I heard the steps approach my stall, stop momentarily, and then enter the stall next to me. I watched the shadow as my neighbor closed and latched his stall door. My neighbor then lowered what appeared to be sweat pants and sat down. We sat there until I heard a shuffling in the next stall. I leaned to my left attempting to see what I could either in fact or by shadow. It was unmistakable that he was removing his sweat pants. He must have hung them on the back of his door. Now, his legs stretched out fully in front of him and spread wide. The only possible reason would be that he was. . . . I left my neighbor to himself for several minutes until once more I heard him moving about. I bent down to my left once more looking beneath the partition. He had pulled his feet back to a seated position. I reached down to my shorts and removed them placing them between the commode and the wall. I uncapped my small lube bottle, stepped forward, and unlatched my stall door. The door swung open about an inch or so. I stepped back facing the back wall of the stall spreading my feet apart so that at least my left foot now was easily visible beneath the wall between us. I stood there and waited. I heard my neighbor moving about and then silence. I checked my ass, and it was still lubed. Then, the slight sound of my neighbor’s stall door being carefully and slowly unlatched caught my ear. I bent over slightly. I waited what seemed like hours but was only moments I’m sure. My ass sensed a light touch to it. I bent slightly more. A hand moved closer to my ass hole as it rubbed my cheeks. As the hand reached my crack, it lifted away from my cheek. I felt a left hand take hold of my left cheek pulling gently. As it did so, I felt a finger rubbing on my hole finally inserting itself slowly into my hole. Slow progress was made as this unknown finger went further and further inside me. It was no doubt testing for the presence of lube. Finding my ass lubed, he withdrew his finger and released my left cheek. I waited for sounds but heard none. I contemplated turning around but instead opted to look beneath my arm pit. I discovered that he had picked up my lube bottle and was now lubing the front half of his dick. His dick was about 7 inches long and cut. It was a moderately thick one but looked to be flattened with a broad head. Shortly, I felt his fingers now being wiped around my ass hole adding to the lube there. Then, I felt the head of this dick pressing into my hole. The pressure mounted until at last my sphincter popped open allowing entry. I sighed lightly assenting to the entry. This cock slid further into me with little resistance until half way when the lube on the dick ended. Though no direct lube coated this dick, it did not stop but was merely slowed in its ever forward movement until at last the pelvic area of this unknown man began pushing into my ass cheeks. He halted and held fast. “Fuck, yeah, man,” I quietly heard from behind me. This unknown dick was now withdrawn slowly until the head popped out of my ass. It was immediately though pushed back to the entrance and once more continued increasing pressure until my ass opened once more. Full length this stranger pushed his dick once more into me. He continued this pattern for six or seven passes with each getting a little faster. “Oh, fuck,” I heard him say as he increased his tempo of fucking. He had grabbed my hips when he had begun his first journey into my ass. Now, he held them tighter as he increased his fucking pace. I put my hands out to the back wall and the wall between the stalls to try and steady myself. More and more he fucked me sliding his dick full length into and out of my ass but leaving now always at least the head of his dick in me. “Fucking, yeah, man. You want it in you?” I heard as his fucking had increased to its fastest. I responded with, “Yes; in me.” Nothing else needed to be said. He increased his fucking holding tighter still to my hips. His tempo was now such that with each insertion his balls had begun to slap up against my lower ass cheeks as his pelvis area slapped into my upper ass cheeks. This man was on a mission that was about to be fulfilled. Faster he fucked giving himself that glorious exhilarating stimulation that is found only by a man’s dick shoved into another man’s ass pounding the ass as the nerve endings in the dick send the message to the brain and balls that the time for the finale is at hand. As my unknown fucker fucked harder and harder, his breath began to become labored and panting. The time was at hand. This unknown fucker shoved his dick full force into my ass and held it there stopping his piston action. Then, as quickly as he had stopped, he once more pulled backwards shoving his dick full length back into me holding his dick in place again. I felt his dick being held there and then it swell up and deflate. More and more of the swelling and deflation of his dick as it began discharging his gooey reward. He gripped my hips tightly as he kept his dick fully inserted in my ass. He pumped his white liquid gold into me making sure that it was being delivered as far inside as possible. Round after round of his DNA flooded my inside. As his delivery abated, this stranger loosened his grip on my hips. Slower and slower his delivery was made until at last there was no movement. I felt him composing himself as he began to pull his now deflated dick from my ass. I gently squeezed on his dick as it exited my ass so that any remnant of his balls could be squeezed out of his dick and into my ass. I could not allow any wigglers to escape from me. The head of his dick popped out of my ass as I clamped together tightly my sphincter making sure of no escape. My stall neighbor patted my ass, said his thanks, and turned walking out of my stall back to his. I closed my stall door and stood there as I heard him dressing. He left quickly. I returned to my commode to consider my options. I could stay and possibly get fucked more or I could leave. This isn’t a huge decision in one regard: It’s a one or the other decision. The possibility of being fucked and getting more cum is a powerful choice when you’re a cum addict. I just hate wasting time on the unknown. But, certainly what just happened proved that this rest room was definitely active. I finally decided to stay a little longer and settled in to wait. Just as I was ready to give up, I heard the front door open and close. Once more I heard footsteps. They were cut short. Soon, I heard a urinal flush with the steps retreating followed by the door opening and closing. I waited some more. This process was followed twice more. I decided that it was time to go. I put my shorts on, recapped my lube bottle, unlatched my door, and took a couple of steps down the line of stalls in this last row when I heard the front door open and close. I stood still momentarily until I heard the footsteps continue coming to the rear of this rest room. I quietly retreated to my stall, latching the door behind me. I quickly and quietly removed my shorts once more. I removed the lube bottle setting it on its stand and put my shorts beside me again. I waited hearing the foot falls as they made the last two steps up to these back stalls. The foot steps stopped. I sat waiting for the next few seconds hearing at last footsteps coming slowly to the end of the stalls. I looked up at my stall door and saw an eye looking back at me. I sat there. In a matter of less than a half minute, this newcomer had made his entrance, found me in the last stall, and now was assessing me. He stepped away from my door but stood in front of it. I watched through this very narrow slit and saw that he was doing something realizing at last that he was unsnapping his jeans and sliding his zipper down. I stood up and slowly walked to the door slit and peered through at him. He had hauled out a deflated dick and a pair of balls encased in a loosely hanging sack. I spied all of him. He was my height or maybe taller, about the same weight, dark eyes, dark hair, clean shaven, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and some kind of boots. He began to fondle and finally manipulate his cut dick in his left hand. He stood there nonchalantly as he stared at my stall door and slowly jacking his dick. We watched each other until I decided to lay my cards on the table as it were. I turned around so that my ass was exposed to the narrow slit in the stall door and bent over. I waited to see how this would be received. Several seconds passed as I kept my pose letting it be known I was looking to be fucked. As I was about to stand, I felt the door shaking. I glanced over my shoulder and found a hand had grasped the top of the door and now once more I was being watched by my newcomer. I stood up, reached back unlatching the door, and stepped back in toward the commode. The door swung open and in stepped this new man. I sat down on the commode as he advanced to me. Nothing was said; nothing needed to be said. I sucked in his dick as he grabbed my head and began instantly fucking my face. His dick resumed its inflating now that it was being warmly encouraged. I rolled my tongue around on this cut dick as best possible considering the growth it was making. Once inflated, my newcomer pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up at him as he stepped back away from me. Knowing what was to come, I stood up and turned around bending over to accept this now fully inflated cut dick of this man. I heard him pick up and pop open the top of my bottle of lube. Soon, I felt the telltale signs of his work as a slick dick head pushed against my sphincter with ever increasing pressure until at last my ass hole popped open allowing the dick head to slide into me. More and more of this cut dick slid in until no more would fit. I had been stretched wide and deep giving me cause to inhale quietly and to grimace from the pain being delivered from all this stretching. No way was I about to protest. I waited as my newcomer waited for my inside to adjust fully to his mass. When he was satisfied that I should be ready to be fucked, he began. Slowly at first but soon began fucking in and out of my ass in a moderately fast pace. He was a precision piston dick. No fancy pounding style; he was a simple in and out man. But, with the size of his dick, I didn’t care. Once he began his fucking, he was a non-stopper until finished. This fuck could only be described as being done by a man who had been married to a woman for years and was interested only in performing his duty. It was a drab uninteresting in and out and in and out and in and out with no change in tempo fuck. Though it was dull and uninteresting by comparison to the other fucks I’ve received, I was at least being fucked and would be rewarded with what I craved and needed most of all—a hearty cum load. I suppose I shouldn’t grouse about the blandness of the man. After all, he was fucking me which was the prelude for what I really needed. I had hoped it would be a bit more exciting. I hoped I didn’t yawn while I was being fucked. That would be rude. He continued on though. In and out and in and out as if he were reading a paper. And, after having made enough passes in and out of my ass, his dick and balls had experienced enough and went into sensory elevation. He became almost excited, and on some levels I’m sure he was. He began a slightly increased level in his speed as he continued to hold my hips. I had been bouncing around on his dick making every effort to excite or stimulate this man but no outward sign indicated that he had sensed any such from me. The usual squeezing his dick as it exited my ass usually gives a man a sense of contentment but with urgency to deliver his goods. This man showed no sign that he even felt my sphincter as it gripped his dick. However, he must have felt something since once more he increased his speed slightly. This increased speed was the clincher though. He continued to fuck my ass for about a minute or so when suddenly I heard behind me life in the man. He began to pant aloud and moan softly as he continued his in and out and in and out. I made more of an effort with my milking his dick as he continued to fuck me and make me aware that he was alive after all. Hearing him moan and pant for air was my own stimulus as evidently my milking his dick was stimulating him unbeknownst to me. But, even as we stimulated each other, he finally reached his limit and finally came to life. He slammed into my ass full force and held his dick inside as far as it would go. I felt his cut dick swell and spit once, twice, three times and more as the contents of his balls spilled through his piss tube and splattered against my lining. More and more of his DNA was released in me as I milked him again and again. As his deposits decreased, I could hear his breathing slowing to normal. All too soon, his dick shooting his cum into my ass was finished, and he began his withdrawal. His dick head popped out of my ass. I clamped down on my sphincter holding in the contents now of two men. Not relaxing for a minute, my stall mate dressed quickly, patted my ass, unlatched the door, and was gone. His foot steps retreated back the way they had come. I heard the hall door open and close leaving me once more on the back row alone. I squeezed my ass tightly and sat on the commode to catch my breath and regroup. I thought back on my two men that had fucked me. I had to admit that this must be the right time of the day to visit on Saturday. Not too busy at any time though a bit slow as well considering the time in between them. I returned to my thoughts of what to do. Two now made an argument to stay. Remembering the amount of time between them raised the question of was it worth it. I balanced them against each other. As I sat there considering what to do next, I instantly froze as I saw a shadow moving on the door to my stall which had remained open by my own stupid laziness of not closing and locking it. I had not heard the front door. I had heard no foot steps. I had heard no indication that someone else was in this rest room. Almost immediately after becoming aware of the shadow, it appeared at the door. A hand pushed the door wider as he stepped into full view. I know my eyes widened as I began to shake and my heart skipped a beat and then began racing as if I had just completed a double marathon. I was sickened at the sight. In full uniform, a police officer now stood in my stall doorway. So goes the price for playing in public. I knew I was caught. Since my stall door was open and I had removed my shorts which were tossed on the floor, he had me on at least public exposure or indecency charge. What he could make of the open lube bottle, I didn’t know. Racing through my mind was my being arrested or escorted out of the building with a citation. I found out. I sat there staring in fear as he stood there staring at me. He stepped into the booth locking the stall door behind him. His hands went to the buckle on his utility belt. He unbuckled it hanging it on the hook of the stall door. He turned back to me. He undid his belt buckle, unsnapped his trousers, unzipped his fly, and pushed down his pants and underwear. I sat there staring at his face. No way was I going to give him any more ammunition. I now was thinking this was an entrapment act. I had to remain perfectly still and not react at all. He rolled the top of his pants downward on the inside and stepped forward to me still seated on the commode. He lifted his dick up and pushed it to my mouth. I had no choice—well, I really did—but to look at it. I felt the tip of it clearly as it was pushed against my mouth and held there. Do I open my mouth and suck it in? Do I pull away from it? Do I tell him to get the hell out of my stall? My mind raced. I raised my hand up supporting the underside of his cut dick as I opened my mouth. I slid his dick in my mouth and began to suckle it. I nursed on it licking it all around with my tongue increasing my attention to it as this legal weapon began to fill and bloom. My fears abated somewhat knowing that still there was that possibility that at the end of all this I would still be arrested. Time only would tell but until then I was caught. If I was going to be arrested, at least it would happen for a real reason. I lavished as much attention to this white cut dick as I possibly could. I bobbed my head up and down the full length as I felt it grow steadily lengthening and in circumference. This cop’s dick was not spectacularly large but was a nice fit in my mouth. It went the depth to my throat but didn’t overdo either of the dimensions. It was a nice mouthful. Hopefully, it would be a nice ass full, too. For many minutes, I sucked on this dick. My sucking was punctuated with quiet comments from this cop. One and two word remarks was all he made: nice; yeah; oh, fuck; hot; easy; good mouth; keep going. Conversation was not a strong suit of his but as long as he was satisfied I was going to keep it up. I was beginning to get an idea I was in for a surprise. As my jaws began to ache from the constant sucking and my tongue bathing this cut dick, I continued playing with his balls which were a nice pair. I had started playing with his balls a couple of minutes after beginning sucking this cop. His dick had filled my mouth now with a nice dick and had begun to fuck my face with it. The more I sucked him the more confident I became. “Stand up and turn around,” he said finally. I stopped sucking. I looked up at him with his dick shoved in my mouth. Of all times to be arrested. Damn it. What an idiot. I let his dick slide out of my mouth, stood up, and turned around putting my hands behind my back. “Bend the fuck over, bitch.” I heard him say as I stood there. He slapped the back of my head; I bent over. Next thing I knew, I felt the tip of his dick at my ass hole. Pressure mounted until at last my sphincter popped open allowing him to slide and glide all the way in me. Nice going, copper. I heard him unbuttoning his shirt once I was fully impaled on him. He removed his shirt tossing it over the stall wall followed by his t-shirt. I saw his trousers drop to the floor soon after and felt him grab my hips firmly. “You fuckers know about this place, and so do I. It’s always nice to get some ass here occasionally. You just listen good, bitch. You’re going to take me as long as I want to fuck. You got that? And, I like to fuck a long time. No whining; no stopping until I’m done. You do what I say when I say. You got that? You fuckers can use this place as long as I’m on this beat. But, step out of line from me and I’ll haul your sorry ass in for everybody to know. You got that? You’re a new one. I had a feeling I’d get a new one today; just had a feeling. You belong to me now ‘cause before I leave I’m getting your info and id to make sure you’re mine. You got that? Don’t try crossing me either. You’ll think about it though. Won’t work. ‘Cause what I offer you is going to save your sorry ass when I’m NOT around. You got that? You’re going to become one of my own private bitches that I fuck when I want a piece of ass. Any time I want a piece of ass and think of you, you’ll get your ass fucked. You got that? Don’t matter whether you like it or not, you’ll take my dick up your ass and keep quiet about it ‘cause you’ll get to know me in time. You know I can haul your ass in any time I want and will if you try to fuck me over. You got that? I don’t care who you fuck with when I’m not around but I call you or show up at your place my dick is going in your ass. Period. No questions or I’ll haul your ass in so fast your head won’t have time to swim ‘cause I got you on my own list now. You got that? You understand me?” I heard him finally stop and ask something to which he really wanted an answer though it took me a moment or two to realize it. I had indeed heard him and had more importantly understood him and what our relationship was. “Yes, I understand you,” I finally replied. The entire time that he had been going on and on and on he had been fucking me punctuating his speech with an occasional hard full length slam into my ass jolting me as I stood bent over in front of him impaled on his dick. This was a cop that was going to blackmail me into submitting to his sexual appetite whenever he pleased. For this, he was going to look the other way for my being here in the Starkland Building having sex. He was also willing to look the other way if he found me here in the future as long as he got his dick in my ass, too, on that occasion. And, more promising, it sounded as if he meant to intercede if another cop caught me. That part I had to explore further later. He continued to fuck me with more punctuation fucks that made his dick feel good. Hey, what’s an addict to do but to accept such an offer? I had never had such an offer made to me before. An offer that I couldn’t refuse of course. Who in his right mind would refuse such? “Couple more things, bitch. I don’t pull out. Ever. I shoot in your ass when I shoot. What you do with it is up to you. You got that? And, sometimes, there’s a couple of us that get together and get horny for some ass. You get called, you get us both. No whining then either or sniveling or giving any excuses. I call, tell you where and when, you get there and be ready. You got all that, bitch?” he asked in earnest finally. Once more he slapped the back of my head. “I got that,” I said back and grinned. This cop fucked on in silence now as he had said all that he needed to say. He continued to punctuate his fucking with his occasional full length slams into my ass to make his point. I took each stroke of his dick be it a simple slide in and out of my ass or one of his slam strokes in full stride and acceptance. As a fuck and cum addict, this was a match that couldn’t have been better for me. He did not lie when he said he liked to fuck a long time. He must have fucked twenty minutes non-stop if not more. I lost all sense of time. The only time we adjusted our positions was when he pulled me back further so that I was bent over the commode. I grabbed onto the seat for support as he fucked me on and on. But, as always, there comes the time that the balls have had enough as well as the dick. “Fucking, bitch, take that load of mine,” I heard him say as he plunged full length into my ass and held there. His grip on my hips tightened. I felt his dick swell and spit into me time and time again. More and more of his cum load was deposited in my ass as deep as this cop could put it. As the last drops of his load swam out of his dick into my ass, his dick had almost drained itself of blood. Still, it felt so good in my ass. He pulled his dick out of my ass as I squeezed on it draining the last bit of his load into me. Once removed, I immediately turned around kneeling on the floor in front of him opening my mouth. I was rewarded with his dick which I inhaled and cleaned delicately knowing that it might be sensitive after such a long fucking. My tongue roamed all around this now flaccid dick making sure that it was washed clean as possible considering where it had been. He put on his t-shirt and uniform shirt as I cleaned. I slid along the entire length of his dick lowering my head so that his dick head would not pop out of my mouth and slap back onto his ball sack. He pulled up his pants and began to fasten them. I looked at the trouser legs dusting off any hint of being on the floor. He turned around lifting his utility belt off the stall door hook. I stood up reaching for my shorts retrieving my wallet removing my driver’s license from it. I turned around handing it to him. He eyed me up closely taking it. “Bitch, you just might work out for me. You don’t complain and are willing to finish the job. Yeah, you just might work out for me,” he said as he took out a pen and writing pad jotting down my information. “You interested in anything else besides getting fucked? I got a couple of quirks I really enjoy: piss and some rough stuff. Won’t matter if you aren’t; I got others for them. Just know how you bitches are sometimes. Just wanting to see if you might be up for more than just a fuck bitch.” “Piss definitely. Depends on rough,” I said. He handed back my license, and I put it away. I turned back to face him now that he was fully dressed. He looked at me now fully head to toe as if inspecting me as he was. “What piss,” he asked. “Piss on me, drink it from glass but tap preferred, or up my ass,” I replied. “Much experience at it,” he inquired. “Enough at all three to be considered a pro at it,” I replied. He made a short note on his pad. “What rough do you take? Not fake stuff; hard core. I’m talking about being whipped. Hand, belt, strap, paddle, hair brush. Crushed nipples. Clamps on your body. Maybe some weights on them. Slapped around. Balls slapped. Pain inflicted on you is the point. See how much you can take. All fun for me. Maybe more.” I considered closely what he had said and let him see me thinking over what he had said as I looked straight at him without blinking. Truthfulness was called for here. This was not time to be coy or a bragger. I looked at his hands. I responded, “Most of what you said is a go hard core as long as it doesn’t cross injury or medical need. No balls slapped. I’ve got a mass on my right one from a major injury in childhood. I can deal with some weighted parachute though. Slapped around as long as no ring is on a hand; I see you wear no rings. Maybe more; depends on what.” It was his turn now to closely study me again. He made a longer note on his pad putting it and his pen in his pocket. He took out his wallet and retrieved a card handing it to me. “You run into any problem here, you hand this over. Keep your mouth shut though. You got it?” “I got it,” I said. “Yeah, bitch, you just might work out for me real good. You’ll hear from me. Keep your stall door closed until you’re sure who’s out here,” he said. He winked, smiled, turned around, and left as quietly as he had arrived. As I was closing the stall door, I felt a pressure on it. I opened it again to see the cop again. “Back up and kneel,” he said. I did so. He walked inside the stall again, unzipped his pants pulling his dick out. He offered it up to my mouth which I opened. He held up his index finger from his hand as he inserted his dick in my mouth. I waited and almost immediately I felt a throaty wetness in my mouth. I swallowed rapidly and kept drinking as more and more of his piss filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, stuffed it back in his trousers, zipped up, winking and smiling again, and left. I closed and latched the door sitting down on the commode again. I heard the hall door open and close and presumed it was him. I wondered when he had entered the rest room. It had to have been when I was being fucked by the second guy. We had to have been so engrossed in our fucking this cop had entered unheard by either of us. It had to have been then. Again, I sat and considered my options. The only difference was that now I had three loads of cum in my ass. I checked my watch. I had been here a little over three hours. It was nearing 1:00. I had gotten lucky on my first foray into this building. I had gotten fucked by three men and taken their cum loads. Not only fucked by three men but one was a cop in full uniform no less. And, got a bladder of piss from the cop. This had been a morning indeed. Once more I heard the hall door open and close as I sat and pondered my afternoon. I heard the squishing sound of sneakers walking on the tile floor. They would grow faint and then louder and closer again. I realized that he was walking down the arcades of stalls and returning to the main walk area. The sneakers came closer and closer reaching the steps at the end of my row of stalls. They stopped. “Man, what’s up,” I heard finally from the steps from a deep basso voice. “What you up to?” I thought first before saying, “Just waiting for you.” “For what,” I was asked. “What do you want,” I asked. Silence. This newcomer was now going to have to commit or leave the way I looked at it. “Booty,” was his reply. I thought about it. I had no idea who this was. I had been lucky so far. Was my luck about to run out or run deeper? I stood up re-positioned myself to face the wall and knelt down as I pulled my dick and balls up showing my booty below the stall partition. “Like this,” I asked. “Long as I can get in it to nut,” I heard. I stood up reached over and unlatched the stall door and pushed it a little. I faced the commode for the fourth time that day leaning over it and holding on as before. I heard nothing and then those squishing sneakers coming down the row. They stopped at the stall door. “Damn, man. You ready,” he said and laughed. He walked in to rub his hand all over my ass. “Nice. Any in there?” “Three,” I replied. “Damn; nice. I love fucking in cum,” my latest newcomer said. I heard him moving about as he rubbed my ass. I lowered my head to see him dropping his shorts and kicking out of them. He now began to finger my ass pushing in as far as he could and pulling out. “Okay I drag some cum out for lube?” “Sure,” I said. He made several passes inside after inserting a second finger pulling out some of the cum and fuck juices that had settled down near my hole. I could feel the liquid run out. He smeared it around my hole. “Fucking nice, man; fucking nice,” he said. I felt his dick line up to my hole and begin to press inward. It was somewhat difficult going but soon enough his dick head popped into me with a flash. DAMN! That hurt. I sucked in air and heard a little chuckle. “Yeah, man. It’sa big one and going to get bigger. Going to nut in you good though. Give you a big four day old load. Gotta stretch you big to get it. I go balls deep, man. You ready? Gotta go all in one shove though. Just don’t scream; hate to knock you out,” he said matter of factly—and, some how I knew he was a man of his word. I held up my hand and took four long deep breaths of air, returned my hand to the commode, and shook my head yes. Before I had finished, he had rammed full length into my ass ripping my sphincter wider still with the shaft of his dick as his fat dick head plunged into the darkness of my ass. I throttled a scream that had formed in my throat letting it escape me in small eeking sounds. My eyes watered as the pain spread with the speed of light all throughout my body. “I told you it’sa big one and going balls deep,” he said as he chuckled knowingly. “Good thing you didn’t scream. But, you can take it, dude. Not many can without screaming,” he reported. I was still reeling from the pain but made no effort to disengage my ass from being invaded by this new dick. All I knew was this black man had a dick with a big head on it and a dick shaft that was bigger still. What I also knew was he wanted to fuck booty and nut which pain willing was going to be in me. Until then, I knew I was going to have to suffer in silence until my ass hole and inside was stretched enough to accommodate this monster hole auger. I was not given much time for adjustment though. This man wanted booty and was on a mission to get it for his nut. Out of my ass he pulled this monster meat allowing my lining to collapse. He stopped so that just the big head on his dick was left inside me which in and of itself was cause of a gasp of air. Then, once more he went full throttle inside causing more pain but not as much as the first time. The first time is always the busiest with the nerve endings. That’s the big stretcher. That’s when a lining is measured out for future thrusts. Once an inside knows how big it has to get, the rest of the insertions are easier. Not only did this Black guy want booty, he wanted it now and was determined much like Burger King to have it his way. And, have it his way he did. I accepted his oversize dick in my ass every time that he slammed inside me and greeted with mixed feelings of his withdrawal. There weren’t any mixed feelings once I got the stretching size down pat. Then, it was just pure pig heaven taking his big black dick. He must have had great experience at men being fucked by his big dick and knew exactly how many times he had to fuck a hole to get it fully stretched out for comfort. It seemed as if he made one passage where no pain at all was caused and from then on he picked up speed and went for more depth. He plunged harder and harder into my ass buckling my arms as they stretched out holding the commode seat. I tried angling my arms which helped somewhat. But, he simply added more power behind his thrusts. The pain from his big dick invading my ass lessened with each in and out stroke. Soon, the pain was completely gone replaced by a new driving force of needing this big dick to fuck me more and more. The need to take a load of cum from it was also now in my forethoughts. I was anticipating now the final throes of satisfaction for him that would result in his discharging his sticky white paste of swimming wigglers that would eventually become a part of me. More and more he increased his thrusting power as I became more determined to accept each forward hip movement that sent his blood engorged tube of meaty procreation into my ass. I steeled my arms on the seat accepting each rear end crash. His hands that now gripped my hips were as determined in holding me in place as I was determined to accept his entries. I heard his early alert alarm sound as he said, “You fucking white kunt. You’re gonna get my nut now. You bitch. Take my nut. Take my nut, kunt. Fucking take my nut NOW!” As he had begun his tirade of sexual completion, I braced myself for an even harder assault on my ass which came with every word spoken by him. He increased his fucking speed with each word both inward and outward as well as increased the crashing impact he made on my ass cheeks. His increased speed and impact continued until the very last word that he uttered at which point he inserted his fully inflated big black dick as far as he could into my ass where he held it as his hands doubled and tripled their grip on my hips. I felt his super sized black dick swell slightly as the first round of his body fluid now was flushed out of his balls and into the drain line that ran through his fattened dick. His muscles pushed each of these white globules along the way until the sticky masses were forced out his piss slit and splattered the lining of my inside. More and more of his body fluid was ejected from his body and accepted into mine where it no doubt was pressed against the lining and forced further into me as his thick blood engorged dick head and shaft served as plug and barrier preventing this precious liquid from draining along the shaft and out of my ass. We were coupled now for one purpose: This was the ultimate and closing scene that we both had been building to reach. Though for different purposes, we both were experiencing this same scenario and had reached the pinnacle of our act together now sliding down the other side to what would eventually be the epilogue. Slower and slower, this Black man now spit his body fluid into my body as he lessened his grip on my hips. It was all too soon for either of us that the final deposit was made. Again, all too soon for different reasons for the two of us involved here that the final deposit was made. Surprisingly, he patted my ass cheek. He began gently pulling his now deflated dick from my ass as I gently squeezed it with my sphincter on its way out. When the big head of this dick popped out of my ass, I immediately squeezed my sphincter tightly so that no escape could be made by the liquid in my ass. I turned almost as immediately kneeling on the floor in front of this Black man taking his fat dick in my mouth and washing it as I worshipped it as well. I was aware that many men are super sensitive after nutting and was careful with my mouth. I now looked upward at him as he looked down at me. We intently gazed at the other knowing what had just passed between us and were content. I noticed the sweat on his brow and felt his hairy legs as I caressed them with my hands. I saw his stubbled face and somewhat long hair. The diamond earring glistened in his left lobe. I took his big calloused hands into mine and held them. I rubbed my hands over his lightly hairy bubble butt. I nursed the last of his cum load into my mouth as I now tasted no more of the testament that his big black dick had once been in my ass. Slowly, I began releasing his dick from my mouth lowering my head so that his dick head gently left my orifice so that it and the rest of his still big dick gently hung in front of his balls. I rose to meet my fucker. He was about six feet tall as I am five feet ten inches. We looked more at each other. “Man, you know how to take a fucking,” he finally said in his now familiar basso voice. “Didn’t think you’d make it. You got four in you now. You gonna get more?” “Well, I’ve probably reached my limit here today. It’s my first time visiting here. It’s been very successful. Four out of the gate,” I reported. “First time here? Man, you can take’m. And hold’em. You’re a cum whore, ain’tcha?” he asked. “Oh, yes. It’s my paycheck for being fucked. That makes me a prostitute, don’t you think,” I asked him. He laughed. “How long you been here today?” “Got here about 9:30. Not a lot of traffic. Not sure it’s worth the time even if it did produce four. I need lots of dicks and loads of cum,” I confessed. “I’m an addict.” “Man, you can’t be wanting more” he said and laughed lightly. “Ain’t four enough, man?” “No. I’m an addict. I can’t be fucked enough and can’t take enough cum in my ass to satisfy me,” I said dead seriously looking at him not smiling. “You serious? You want more?” he asked. “You staying or leaving? You leaving, come on go with me. I take you back to my place and fuck you again. Give you another load in there deep as the first one. I can nut again. You’re a good fuck.” I considered my options once more but with a new option. I thought about the time it was getting which had to be very late afternoon now. To leave here now gave me an option of getting fucked and another load of cum or going home with just four loads in me. This was a no brainer for me. Why settle for four when five would be twenty-five percent more? “Thanks for the compliment. Okay. I’ll leave now. Let me get dressed,” I said retrieving my shorts and putting them on. My stall mate dressed as I did. I put my bottle of lube in my pocket, and we departed. Part 2 As we exited the building, I stopped and asked him if he drove. He told me no he had taken the bus downtown. I asked him were he lived. He told me that he lived off Newton Road. Oh, lawzy. I lived off Newton Road. We were neighbors of sorts. I asked where and he told me in Peterson Estates. I knew exactly where he lived. “I did drive. Let’s go get my car and get to your place, then,” I said. I drove as we talked learning more about the other including our names. When I turned onto Newton Road, I told him that he would need to guide me now. He gave directions and easily enough his was the first house in the subdivision. I pulled in the double wide drive parking on the right side as told. Once inside, LaShaun told me that his car was being repaired. He went on to say that he had a couple of guys who rented rooms from him but that they were gone for the weekend. He asked if I wanted something to drink. I asked for some water no ice though. I followed him into the kitchen where I drank the water as he got a soda from the refrigerator. I followed him to his bedroom. LaShaun set his soda on a night stand and began to strip. I finished off my water and asked where I could piss. He pointed to a door which went to a bath room. I unzipped taking my dick out and pissed into the bowl as I set the glass down on the counter. While pissing, LaShaun entered the bath room totally naked. His huge dick swayed side to side as he walked. He joined me at the commode and relieved his own bladder. We re-entered the bed room where LaShaun had turned down the bed covers. He climbed into bed as I stripped totally climbing in quickly and scooting over to him. His arms reached out wrapping around me as he moved toward me. Our lips met with mine parting soon after taking in his big tongue that explored my entire mouth as my own tussled with his. I could feel his big dick once more rising up and being filled with his blood. As his big black dick continued to grow and we continued to kiss, LaShaun eventually rolled me onto my back as he moved himself firmly on top of me weighing me down as he used his feet to maneuver between my legs spreading them so that he could settle between them. I wrapped my ankles on the backs of his spread legs as we continued to kiss deeply while his dick grew more. LaShaun was much more animated than he had been at Starkland. He was on home turf here and from what he had demonstrated so far was very passionate. This was more personal and not just sex in a public rest room. Soon enough though LaShaun was primed and needing back in my booty. He knelt between my legs pulling them up and onto my chest as he lined his now fully erect big black dick at my ass hole. I had no lube on the outside this time and LaShaun wasn’t stopping to apply any. He pushed harder still as I winced in anticipation that soon enough his fat dick head would pop through my sphincter which it did in surprising short order. Though not as painful as the first time, I still was very, very aware of when he had entered me. Unlike at Starkland, LaShaun did not stop when his dick head had popped through my sphincter. Despite no lube outside my hole, he continued to press harder still with his big fat dick while rolling me up off the bed onto my shoulders. His blood fattened dick slid slowly inside me dragging along the unlubed entire shaft until it had been once more fully inserted into me where it was lubed by the remains of four cum loads and fuck juices that had been generated. As he felt his pubes rubbing my ass cheeks and his balls coming to rest below my crack, LaShaun shifted positions lowering me a bit and putting my legs on his shoulders. “Fucking, yeah, bitch. You're gonna get another load outta my balls, man. Get you hooked on me and my dick and make you unfit for other men to use,” he said with complete honesty. “You hooked on big black ones, ain’tcha’?” he asked rhetorically. “I know you are. I seen bitches like you before. You get one big one like me in you and you’re hooked good. You’ll be back for more from me. I seen it a lot. Kunts like you love big black dick pounding your ass hard and deep filling you up with all the hot ball juice we got,” he said as he once more fucked me. He leaned down and began kissing once more bending me in half as he made sure my ass was upturned to take his mammoth black dick which gave him such great pride. He knew what his dick meant to me. He pounded away as we kissed deeply. More and more he made his journey in and out of my ass spreading wide my inside gut as he made entry and exit from it as he drove himself onward toward his goal. He fucked me harder and harder still slamming into me deeper and deeper as he drove his tongue deeper into my mouth. I had visions of his tongue being hit by the top of his dick from the way he was fucking. Then, his balls had reached their limit and spewed forth into my ass once more their contents. “FUCKING BITCH, TAKE THAT NUT JUICE,” he bellowed when he pulled his tongue from my mouth. He shoved his now swollen more big black dick into my ass fully deep as the contents spewed and splattered once more inside coating me again. Sweat from his forehead dropped onto me as he grimaced in erotic ecstasy of completion. More and more and more of his white gooey ball batter made its way through his big pulsing dick into my ass that accepted every drop of it. He shivered as the last rounds of his cum flowed swiftly through his slowly shrinking dick into my ass. He shivered once more and collapsed onto me. We lay there entwined with my ankles pushing into him as my splayed legs spread wide giving him access to my ass while my arms wrapped around him tightly holding him to me hearing his breathing returning to normal as was mine. This had not lasted as long as I had hoped but more importantly I had been rewarded with another of his cum loads. I reveled in my fortune of meeting this Black man and that we lived so close to each other. “Damn, man. Leave you for a weekend without wheels and you still get a piece of ass,” we heard from the doorway. LaShaun and I both jumped from being startled and turned to look. Standing looking in from the doorway were two Black men staring at the two of us in bed with my legs and arms wrapped around my host. Both were grinning ear to ear. “Dog, you said you was going to be gone the whole weekend,” LaShaun said in a somewhat pissed and demanding voice. He began rearranging himself on the bed resulting in his withdrawing his deflated dick from my ass. As he rolled off me onto his back, I instinctively clamped my sphincter tight so as not to lose any precious liquid. “What are you two doing back here,” he demanded now half sitting up. “Got there and nothing was going on. Tiffany told him she wasn’t marrying him and left town. Gone. Packed her clothes and left. Her mom’s real pissed,” the taller one said. “Me and Judge came back because nothing was going on. No party, nothing,” he added. “Damn. That’s too bad,” LaShaun said. “So, who’d you just fuck,” the taller one asked and laughed joined by the shorter one. “None of your business,” LaShaun replied looking at the two voyeurs. “Besides, you get your own pieces. I got this one down at Starkland,” my host declared looking at me. “Brought me home; saved me from that bus. I done fucked him twice and going to get some more before I turn him loose. You go away.” “You fucked him twice tells me what I need to know,” the short one chimed in. “You don’t never fuck one twice less it’s real good and can take your pounding. You need to share before you stretch him all out of shape and ruin him. We ain’t had none in a week.” “Yeah, you need to share that piece. We all live here and share this house,” the tall one chimed in grinning. “Besides, we made that trip for nothing. Come back because no party or nothing. Just wasted time on the road. Looks like we ought to be rewarded for being good relatives at least. And you ain’t using him now anyway ‘cause we seen you finish. You’re pump ain’t primed yet and ours are.” The two in the doorway laughed. LaShaun looked at me and back at the two. In that simple gesture, I knew he was considering it. I tried to envision what it must be like living here. I couldn’t. I tried to envision the house rules. I couldn’t. I tried to envision what it would be like to be brought back to this house by one of these three. I couldn’t . . . but, LaShaun’s simple look gave me an idea of what it might have been like on a previous occasion. LaShaun continued to look at the two—as did I—as they stood in the doorway. He finally turned his head and looked at me once more. I looked at him. “You know, Bill, I told you at Starkland I love fucking in cum,” I heard him say quietly, “and, I didn’t know those three you had in you.” I sat there and took in his words before I responded equally as quiet, “Well, which do you prefer: Fucking in cum from men you don’t know or fucking in cum from men you know?” LaShaun now considered his response. He looked back at his housemates and back to me saying, “You know, I don’t know. It’s been awhile since I had a chance to compare.” He looked at me intently unsmiling. I returned his look and said, “Well, you shouldn’t be deprived of such knowledge. When you want to find out, you let me know. You remember what I told you at Starkland. I’m addicted to sex and would consider it an honor to help you on your quest.” We looked at each other, and we each began to smile slightly. He lowered his voice still more and said, “You’re a whore, man. I’m going to love watching you with them two. That will prime my pump good.” LaShaun slid off the bed and walked over to an easy chair and sat down draping one leg over a chair arm. He looked at the two in the doorway and waved his hand from them to the bed. I rolled over on my stomach splaying my legs looking back at the doorway. The two looked at LaShaun and then at me . . . and at their fortune after such a lousy trip. The two moved into the room slowly until they got to the bed. They stood there momentarily and then began taking off their clothes. I stayed on my stomach but twisted around a bit to watch seeing shirts, shoes, socks, pants, and underwear all come off these two black men. Now, I moved. I got up on all fours and walked over to the edge of the bed where I maneuvered myself sitting on the edge. From here, I reached out to each taking their deflated dicks into my hands where I kneaded and gently pulled on them until I felt the beginning of them stiffening. I leaned over to the dick of the shorter man named Judge and took it into my mouth full length as it grew. I had watched this man as he had undressed. He stood about 5 feet 9 inches and weighed about 160 to 170 pounds. His short hair and clean shaved face gave him a very young look. Though he had a moderate amount of hair on his arms and legs, the same moderation of hair on his chest did not hide the beginning of a six pack which went along with his muscled arms and legs. This moderation of body hair contrasted sharply with his bushy pubic hair which looked like it was one big fur ball that had been glued onto his body making the stark nakedness of his balls that clearly had been shaved seem even more exposed. No body piercings or tattoos were on his body. His uncut fat dick with its wonderful hood that half covered the head was beautifully adorned also with big veins on top and the sides. Finally, as I lathered this wonderful body tool with my wet tongue, I found that it would jut straight out from his body when fully erect at about 8 inches making entry into my mouth a very filling experience. He was mouth watering and tasty. I sucked and sucked and spit-lubed this now fully grown dick attached to this Black man. Making up to him for his travel experience to a wedding that did not take place weighed on my mind. I certainly had no obligation to make up for such a wasted time for this trip he had taken, but I was going to do my best as Southern charm and graciousness required to make travelers feel welcome and at home—even if it was a return to his own home where I was a guest. As I sucked on the fat dick of Judge, my other hand still held in it the uncut thicker dick of the taller man whom I found out later was named Kevin. I continued to jack it slowly encouraging it to fill itself with blood so that it, too, could be sucked eventually. This dick in my other hand had me mesmerized the moment I saw it. It had a hood on it that formed over the head and covered almost all of the Prince Albert that peeked out. The absolutely huge veins on the top that trailed down the sides added to the mesmerizing effect on me. The more I jacked this monster dick the larger it inflated with the blood from this man. I knew that when I faced or rather turned my back to it the size would be enormous. Kevin was about 6 feet tall and weighed about 180 to 190 pounds. His chest, arms, and legs were covered with as much hair as Judge’s pubic area was. He was definitely muscled and through the thick hair on his chest a definite 6 pack showed through. He also was clean shaved and had short hair. I wondered how he had gotten the scar on his upper left arm which somewhat balanced the Lion’s head and symbol for Leo that were tattooed on his right shoulder. I had noticed the contrast between the two new men as they had approached and stripped their clothing off. Kevin had a heavy gauge bar piercing his left nipple as well as a Prince Albert that was definitely on the lower gauge numbers. I didn’t know what size the PA was but it had to be one of the thickest I had seen. I briefly wondered about it. This dick had now grown in my hand so that it felt huge. I could tell without looking that the hood had peeled back off the PA and that the erect dick curved slightly upward at the head. I wondered what this dick and PA would feel like in my throat and ass. I slid my mouth off Judge’s dick looking up at him as I did so. I grasped it slightly with my right hand and began jacking it to keep it inflated not that I believed it would deflate. I leaned to my left replacing my left hand with my mouth taking this now monster black dick into my mouth. I tasted the dick and PA as it came into touch with my tongue. I slid as far down the shaft as I could making sure that no teeth were applied to this fattened breeding tube and hoping that no teeth were chipped from the PA. Before I had begun my intake, I had noticed that Kevin’s dick had grown to about 9 inches and thick. It looked to be an almost impossibility before I began my journey along the shaft length. The base of this dick was framed on his hairy body which had been shaved clean of all hair where his pubes should have been. This shaving had continued down to his ball sac so that this was an island of nakedness on this hairy Black man. It was indeed a beautiful sight. LaShaun watched the three of us from his easy chair. I later reflected on the whole visit and came to the conclusion that it was not a sight that disappointed him but was simply one more such a sight with a new or different bottom than he had watched before. (I found out much later that I was right.) He had been treated to seeing me suck the two of these Black men. And, then, he was treated to further visual. By this time, Judge and Kevin were both primed and ready to proceed to more active involvement with me as I was ready—and needing—for them to do. I slid my mouth off Kevin’s now wet dick allowing the metal-tipped end carefully to exit my mouth. I released Judge’s dick from my grasp where it had maintained its fullness from my jacking. I twisted around on the bed arranging myself about halfway down from the headboard on all fours and looked at the two of them. Clearly, I was now positioned so that one of them would be on the bed kneeling behind me to fuck while the other would be on the bed so that I could suck on his dick. The choice was theirs to make. The two looked at me and then at each other. Kevin nodded toward my ass before he turned to climb onto the bed sliding his body beneath mine. His dick was to be sucked. Judge walked to the foot of the bed and climbed onto it behind me. As I lowered my mouth down onto Kevin’s dick once more, I felt Judge moving closer on his knees behind me. He reached his hands out placing them on my ass cheeks pulling them when he neared them. I felt the tip of his dick as it bobbed slightly until he lined his piss slit up with my hole. He began a slow pressure inward. Judge popped through my sphincter sinking the head of his dick into me and then paused his entry. He adjusted himself as I finished my taking Kevin’s dick into my mouth fully savoring the taste once more of dick and metal at the back of my mouth. I felt more pressure at my ass lips as Judge began sinking his dick into my ass deeper and deeper until I felt that thick bush of his pubic hair as it was crushed against my ass tickling me. It had been slow going for Judge as all of the spit-lube that I had put on his dick had disappeared from my jacking him as I sucked on Kevin's dick. No matter; his dick made its full entry in my ass. Once fully inserted, Judge began his rhythmic in and out of my ass as I felt him stretch my inside and then the collapse of my inside as he withdrew his thick dick from me. Over and over he made his entry and exit filling me and then emptying my breeding tunnel. As Judge entered and exited my ass, his dick became coated with cum and fuck juices lubing his big dick making for a hot fuck for both of us to enjoy. As this unknown Black man gained momentum with his strokes, I tasted the metal of the other Black man’s steel tipped thick dick in my mouth. I was impaled on big black dicks at both ends which couldn’t be any better. Well, unless there were a dozen more Black men standing by to take the place of these two for a gang bang up my ass. I was momentarily satisfied being stuffed by these two Black men. I knew in the back of my mind at some point they would exit my body after having made their deliveries. I knew also in that same point that LaShaun would replace them and for the third time today fuck a load of his own cum into my ass. I was getting ahead of myself though counting my cum loads before they were delivered. My mouth slowly slid up and down on this behemoth of a black steel tipped dick providing it with as much of my saliva as my glands would produce. I had to be sure that this Black man’s dick was well wetted to make his entry in my ass when his turn came. I knew that once inside me there would be sufficient lube there from all the cum and fuck juices that Judge and LaShaun (and others) had deposited in me. My adoration of this monster dick in my mouth was genuine. Judge had continued to fuck my ass with his fat dick sliding in and out using the slickness that his dick had found in me. Judge had no doubt shoved his dick fully into the liquids that had been deposited in my ass by LaShaun and the other three as well as the fuck juices that had been generated by those fucks. His fat dick now sloshed around and made that distinctive squishing sound as he withdrew it from my ass. His unshaved balls slapped against my ass cheeks as he made that full entry each time stirring and driving his need to empty those big man eggs that hung low in his ball sac. I wished there had been a video camera of the three of us on this bed. “Damn, Shaun. Glad you didn’t have wheels this weekend. This bitch is a hot fuck,” Judge said as he pounded my ass. “Kevin, you’re gonna nut as soon as you get in here, man. It’s unbelievably hot like a furnace.” Judge continued with his fucking but had now increased his speed. I continued tasting the dick in my mouth making sure that I did not suck it to the point of causing it to erupt prematurely meaning in my mouth instead of my ass. Judge’s speed increased again with this time him increasing his grip on my hips. His withdrawal from my ass was not the full length that he had been making but instead began making withdrawals that were only half the length of his dick and then rammed fully back inside me. His speed increased with the shorter fucking stroke told me that he was nearing the point of no return when he would send the contents of his balls racing through his body and into mine. To encourage him, I began slowly gripping his dick making my grasp tighter and tighter as he continued to fuck me. “Oh, yeah, bitch. Fucking tighten that ass up. Make me know how much you want this load of mine in there,” Judge finally said when he fully realized how I was manipulating his dick. I continued my slow grip with each of the half strokes his dick was now making. To fully concentrate on Judge, I slowed my sucking of Kevin’s dick. Instead of the down and up on it, I now held about 80 percent of it in my mouth as I moved my tongue around the bottom and sides of it. I hoped he understood my change in tactics. “Fucking white bitch! I’m gonna nut in you good,” Judge said with heated determination as again he increased his speed of fucking. “Damn, fucking kunt! Fill you full! Fucking gonna fill you full of my nut! FUCK!” Judge bellowed shoving his dick full force into my ass as far as he could holding it there as his hands gripped my hips pulling them tightly against him. “DAMN! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT!” I could feel Judge’s dick swelling and spitting its contents several times in quick succession much as if it were a machine gun spewing forth bullets. His dick spewed forth the gooey white paste and other body fluids that he had been working so diligently to produce. After about nine or ten quick successive shots in my ass, Judge’s body slowed its delivery of his cum load but continued to expel those fluids for several more rounds of delivery. Even when the delivery of his cum load slowed its lowest rate of delivery, Judge held my hips tightly as sweat dropped from his body onto mine as he leaned further over me. It was just one more fluid from him. Now, this big black dick that was fully inserted in my ass began deflating though it never completely made the downsizing to its original portion when I first saw it. I had stopped making any movement on Kevin’s dick. Judge slapped my ass and began slowly withdrawing his spent dick from my ass hole. I gripped it comfortably tight squeezing it so that whatever last few drops of cum that lingered in his dick would hopefully be drained from it into my ass. At the same time, I began raising my head so that my mouth uncovered Kevin’s dick. Judge’s dick made its exit from my ass but not before having made a full and complete deposit of another load of cum. I felt Judge release my hips as he walked on his knees backwards to the end of the bed. I turned my head to look at him and as I did Kevin began to extricate himself from beneath me. He rolled off the bed walking to the end of the bed as Judge walked to where Kevin had exited the bed. The two men swapped spots as I once more settled my head downward onto the now spent dick of Judge. Gingerly, I began lowering my mouth over the limp black big veined dick which had just been in my ass fucking me and making a deposit of cum. I raised it upward with my hand so that inserting it into my mouth could be done slowly since I had no knowledge of how sensitive Judge’s dick was after having just released his load of cum. I was respectful of a man’s time of sensitivity and didn’t want to alienate him. I found though that by taking my time to insert this now spent dick into my mouth had allowed the nerve endings of Judge’s dick to desensitize to a level where my mouth on it caused no angst or over-stimulation. Once I had lowered my mouth downward fully enveloping Judge’s dick, unbeknownst to me, Judge nodded to Kevin who had by this time reached his goal of lining his uncut super vein covered black dick with the PA in it with my brown ass eye. Kevin had slowly pushed the tip of his PA into my brown eye stretching it to an oval shape as the rest of his black leviathan appendage had inflated itself in anticipation of what was to come. I had felt this steel as it had been inserted and shuddered with great anticipation and excitement. I began a slow up and down on Judge’s dick to clean it from its labors in my ass as well as to greedily taste and consume the remnants of what his dick had so graciously done while in me. I had made three full length passes down and up on Judge’s savory dick and was preparing to begin my fourth descent when Kevin made his entry. I felt in an instant the now warm steel proceeding to slice through my sphincter and into my inner being as my ass lips peeled back fully the hood that had so covered this beautiful black dick attached to this Adonis of a Black man. I felt my sphincter spread wide open accepting the now turgid fuck tool from this man who was gripping my hips as if they were in two vises. My insides stretched open in an instant as Kevin went full throttle on his entry. In less than a nanosecond he had impaled me on his now fully inflated engorged veined black dick. I did feel a slight pain shooting through my body but was more taken by surprise at the sudden invasion, the impact I felt, and what I heard as his pelvis slapped against my ass. I did jerk slightly and winced. With his pubic hair all shaved off, there was a definite slap of skin against skin when Kevin had made his full insertion into my body to say nothing of feeling his two egg-sized balls as they swung pendulously forward on impact hitting my own two balls. This was what it was like to be fucked by a god. Kevin was not a wait and see man. He no sooner had fully inserted his swollen fat steel tipped dick into my ass than he began his first withdrawal from there. He pulled himself out until only half his upturned dick head remained in my ass before he once more began a forward thrust sending his tumescent blood engorged dick back into my insides where on impact I felt the steel tip snap quickly to one side. That sensation I had not noticed on his original entry. Over and over again Kevin would withdraw his body’s fuck appendage until it barely remained inside me until he would just as swiftly return it full length inside me causing his PA to flip to one side or another as it was pressed into me. His hands from the beginning were like vises holding me steady in one place as he repeatedly invaded my body. I reveled in the sensation. As I adjusted myself to this new fucker, I refocused on the big fat dick in my mouth which I now once more began sucking on in earnest. Tasting with renewed vigor and lust the fuck juices that had been generated in my ass plus all the tasty remnants of cum loads that had been deposited in my ass. This liquid refreshment that I tasted was so delicious. I bobbed my head down and up on Judge’s deflated dick holding it in place as best that I could considering the pounding which I was now receiving from Kevin. I would stop periodically so that I could swirl his dick around in my mouth with my tongue not only trying to stimulate it but to make sure that all the residue of being in my ass was removed. However, despite being focused on Judge and his dick, the fucking that I was taking from Kevin did have its affect on me churning my ass into a frenzy of its own desiring more and more of his dick. Judge decided that he had had enough at some point and gently grabbed my head pulling it upwards and off his dick. I looked down as this wetted black delivery tube slipped from my mouth and flopped over onto Judge’s thigh. I looked up at him, and he winked at me. He slowly made his way out from beneath me as Kevin continued his fucking in and out of my ass in what I thought might be a little harder and faster than before. Judge slipped off the bed as I resettled myself bracing as Kevin definitely increased his speedy thrusts in and out of my ass. He pummeled me now harder and harder as his big hands held me in his human vise. I focused on how this fatted dick felt as it made its entries and exits from my ass. I felt the skin covering the meat of this delivery tube sliding millimeter by millimeter into my ass and felt so happy and thankful. I felt the hairless pubic area of this tall Black man hit my ass cheeks hearing the slap of skin against skin. I felt that same skin covering the meat on this delivery tube as it slid all too quickly out of my ass collapsing my inside but awaiting the next invasion. I celebrated each entry wishing they would never end. “Lay down flat,” I heard Kevin demand. I loosened my braced position and fell forward onto the bed fully as Kevin began making one of his inward journeys. I stretched my arms out to each side. Kevin had fully inserted his dick in my ass when I began my forward movement so that he could be carried forward with his momentum and that we would stay conjoined. Kevin landed on my back his head at mine. I felt crushed from his weight and wanted more. Upon hitting the mattress flatly, Kevin released his vise-like grip on my hips and rushed them up to my upper body. He pushed one fist under my neck pulling it up to his face while the other hand immediately slid between me and the sheet searching, finding, and grabbing my nipple. Two fingers mashed my nipple flat between them as my head was pulled back against his. Kevin moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, “You’re a fucking white whore that’s hooked on big black dick, aren’t you? You can’t get enough of it, can you? You need it a lot, don’t you? And, you need it rough don’t you?” I shook my head slightly yes so as not to be noticeable but enough to let him know my affirmative responses to every question that he had asked. Immediately, Kevin began pounding my ass harder to go as deep as he could as he reached his mouth down to my ear. He took it in his mouth and bit it hard; I almost screamed. He moved his mouth to my neck where he bit me also. No sound left my lips. He moved to another spot on my neck biting harder. Still, no sound left my lips. The only telltale sign that what Kevin had done to me was so fully appreciated and enjoyed was that my dick now had become fully inflated and was screaming for attention. I’m sure Kevin knew what his actions would do to me. Kevin was now pounding my ass as hard as he could as he mashed further still my nipple. I wasn’t sure how much more I would be able to take from him but was determined that whatever he dished out I would accept willingly. I gave no thought to LaShaun or Judge watching the two of us on the bed. In fact, they had disappeared from my thoughts all together. I was alone with Kevin and was focused on satisfying him. One final time, Kevin took my neck into his mouth and bit it. He bit it hardest of all this time. I was sure it would leave a mark if not draw blood but didn’t care. He released my neck from his teeth and my nipple from his fingers. I felt the blood rush back into my nipple giving an equal amount of pleasurable pain as Kevin had given as he squeezed it. Kevin moved his hand from beneath my neck and from under me placing the palms of each hand down on the bed pushing his body up after he had shoved his dick fully into my ass. He quickly repositioned his hands so that one was now placed on each ass cheek of mine. Kevin pushed hard on my cheeks spreading them wide apart allowing the best access to my anterior body entry. His huge dick was occupying me now but he had a plan to occupy me even more. As his hands finished the spreading of my ass cheeks and having readjusted his stance to be up on his knees, Kevin began his final assault on my hole. He ravaged it with fully brutal strokes of in and out. I made every effort to assist by maneuvering up on my knees as best I could as I arched my back giving full access. Kevin continued his assault. Somewhere between a half dozen and a dozen strokes of his dick in and out of my ass, I felt sweat rain off Kevin and onto my body. This man was about to finish. More and more he fucked me. Harder and harder still he fucked me. Kevin drove his dick which had hardened to steel strength from the real steel at the tip to the base further into my ass. I felt this strengthened black dick pass in and out of my body knowing that the end result was coming and what it would be. With the speed of the fucking now, the flipping of his PA back and forth was almost imperceptible but it was doing its work inside me with each inward thrust. “YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH KUNT! TAKE MY FUCKING NUT!” and with that, Kevin shoved his dick full length into my ass as far as he could holding it there as the muscles contracted and spit its glut of sticky white glue-like fluid that filled my ass. Over and over and over again this beautiful black uncut dick sprayed its fluids into my ass where they mixed with all the other fluids that had been deposited that day. This was the load of the day though: THE load. This was the load that had come from the man who had so excited my own nerve endings and stimulated me with his teeth and fingers. I would need more from him—decidedly more. Somewhere between two dozen and two and a half dozen shots from this now dwindling fat black dick, Kevin collapsed once more onto my body full length and lay there. Once more the crushing sensation hit me knocking the breath from my lungs a little. I cared not though knowing what he was imparting to me via his still buried dick. I felt his wet body as his sweat mixed with my own. He slowly moved his hands from my ass cheeks up to mine moving both his arms and mine close to my body. His head rested on my shoulder pushed up against my head. We lay coupled together both feeling the last vestiges of his body fluid draining from him into mine both satisfied for the moment. “Damn, Kevin. You haven’t fucked like that in a long time. I told you he had a sweet ass that was hot as a furnace,” Judge finally said. His words drew both Kevin and me back to reality. Kevin reached up and nipped my ear. “You’re fucking okay, man,” Kevin said. “You don’t leave before I get your number. I want back in you.” I nodded slightly. Kevin put his hands on the bed and pushed upwards lifting his body up off me as well as pulling his now soft dick out of my ass. I could only imagine what it would taste and feel like now. Kevin hopped off the bed as I began to stir myself from my position. My movement was stopped. LaShaun was on the bed almost as soon as Kevin had left it. Though I had begun to rise, LaShaun pushed me back down onto the bed face down. I remembered now about him and Judge watching. True to his word, LaShaun had had his pump primed and was again ready to fuck the ass he had met at Starkland Building. Who was I to refuse? I felt him knee my legs apart. I spread them as wide as I possibly could while attempting to raise my hips up so that my ass hole was available. It must have been just what LaShaun wanted. I felt his left hand reach up grasping my shoulder as his right hand positioned his dick head at my ass hole. I felt him push his dick head right into my ass on the first try. He reached up with his right hand firmly grabbing that shoulder as his left hand strengthened its grip on my left shoulder. “I knew you’d be a fuckin’ whore to watch with those two and would prime my pump. Bitch, you really got me goin’,” he said in my ear. With his fastest invasion all day, LaShaun rammed his fat dick in my ass full length where he began an instant fucking. This was not his style until now. He must have needed a visual treat to get him so turned on . . . and, I was glad that I had helped to provide that. He was a wicked fucker now. By comparison, LaShaun had been a gentle giant of a fucking man on his first two rounds with me. This time he was a mad man that had escaped his confinement of 20 years and was going to redeem his lack of sexual gratification all in one ass which happened to be mine. He took no time in “owning” my ass. He spared no brutality as he had before. LaShaun ravaged my ass with his dick as he slammed and rammed into me as hard as he could jarring my entire body despite being so tightly held by him at my shoulders. My ass and sphincter though used to being fucked now after all the fucking I had taken this day still let me know that this man was using my ass for purposes that were not gentle. He continued to assault my ass with his big dick as he worked through the built up sexual energy that had been developing while he had sat and watched Judge and Kevin fuck me on his bed. We had provided him with a 3-D visual of a three way between two Black men and a white man. It was a visual that he had seen on a few porn films it was not one that he had witnessed in person. It had worked him over. Now, LaShaun worked me over. He continued his relentless attack on my ass with his swollen black dick which had twice before invaded me. This time though there was an urgency in his attack that told me he had been truly turned on and enjoyed watching me being fucked by his two housemates. He had been stimulated to rise up for a third time to plant his big dick in my ass assailing me as he had not done before. His body atop mine attested that he was much further along than either of his other two fucks. His instant speed and urgency gauged by the depth and quickness of his strokes in and out of my ass told me that as he had said “his pump was primed.” Unlike the two times before, LaShaun did not last as long in his fucking me but instead unleashed his third load of cum into my ass. But, indeed he did unleash his load driving it further into me than he had before making sure that he deposited it as far in me as he could drive his dick. Not to be one that turns down any load of cum I was as thankful for this load as I was for all of the loads of cum that I had received that day. I enjoyed and savored feeling LaShaun’s dick as it swelled and forced through it all the ball juices that he had generated and created. I was now the repository for three loads from this one Black man alone. I had taken three other loads at Starkland Building and two from LaShaun’s housemates. Each of these loads of cum had been manna to me feeding me and my hunger. LaShaun collapsed on top of me much as Kevin had done. He was a spent man as Kevin had been. I felt his dick still in my ass making an occasional throbbing sensation making the last of its deposit coming to a final rest inside me pointing downward into me as I’m sure more of final fluids in his delivery tube drained into my ass. I wanted all of it. I needed all of it. LaShaun roused himself after whispering in my ear, “You fuckin’ whore. You’re gonna get more from me I know. You enjoyed this as much as I did.” As he pulled his now flaccid dick from my ass, I gently squeezed it to get that last little bit of him into me. He rolled over on his back as I turned to face him and smiled broadly. He looked back at me and playfully slapped at me. We both laughed. I threw my arm across his chest and moved in close. I reached down making an effort to take his now spent dick in my hand. He told me no. I obeyed moving my hand up to his stomach. LaShaun rested only a bit until he said, “Bill, you are welcome here any time. I’m givin’ you my number before you leave and hope to get yours. You’re a hot fuck. No strings though. I know the whore you are. You say no when you want. You get fucked by any other men you want but know you can always get fucked by me. As for Kevin and Judge, you welcome to fuck with them any time, too. I know them. They like sharing.” I considered what LaShaun had said. I replied, “I really enjoyed fucking with all three of you as well as the other three men at Starkland. I am a whore as you said. I am a sex addict. I’ll never be able to be fucked enough or take enough loads of cum in my ass to satisfy me. You will always be welcome in my ass any time. And, since we don’t live that far from each other, I figure we should be fucking a lot and often. I live just up the street on Meadow.” LaShaun jerked upwards and shot a surprised look at me. “You live where?” he asked. “I live just up the street on Meadow,” I repeated. “JUDGE! KEVIN! COME IN HERE!” LaShaun yelled. The two came to the door. “This whore lives up on Meadow!” LaShaun told them. The looks on their faces were priceless. We were now neighbors and knew it. The realization that only about a mile or so separated us presented such wonderful possibilities. They would have a piece of ass willing to accept any one or combination of the three in any sexual venture who lived not that far away. I, too, would have a choice of one or more Black men who were willing to fuck me good . . . and hard. They each knew that. There were four brains running through the possibilities. LaShaun said, “I’m gettin’ his number and will put it on the board and givin’ him the number here. I think we all enjoyed today. You okay with your number on our board for calls?” “If being on your board means available for all, I’d be honored and always horny,” I said. “I’ll give you my work schedule, too, so that you all know when to expect me at home usually.” Kevin said, “Damn, man. Never had a piece of ass that lived so close as you. And, with three in this place, at least one of us should be ready to fuck you good.” He laughed afterwards along with Judge and LaShaun. I interpreted this to mean that with these three I might be able to count on getting fucked at least three to four times per week. I hoped at least. “And, if not here, there is always my place that’s available for when any of you want to visit me,” I offered. Why should they host all of the time? I know how to greet men at the door naked and lubed. “We’ll take you up on that, too,” LaShaun said with Kevin and Judge agreeing. “Dude, your place next time for sure,” LaShaun said with Kevin and Judge once more agreeing. “In fact, we ain’t got any plans next weekend. Right? So, we’ll give you a call and set up when. You won’t be going to Starkland and won’t need to.” Kevin and Judge both chimed in with their agreements on all of LaShaun’s points. “Well, then, I suppose I should go home and rest so that I will be prepared for next weekend,” I said. “I’m sure I’m going to need all the rest I can get.” “Yeah, you best get a lot of it ‘cause you won’t get none when we get there,” Judge said and laughed. LaShaun and Kevin laughed and agreed with Judge. I rolled off the bed and stood up. LaShaun got out of bed as well and began getting dressed. I found my clothes and dressed. The four of us walked through the house to the front door. Judge had made a quick side trip and met us there. We exchanged numbers, and I provided my address. They each hugged me, squeezed my ass, and gave me a kiss. I left and drove home.

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.

I've given watersports several times in the past. I used to connect with a piggy bottom who liked to drink from the tap then get me hard so I could fuck him. Been thinking more and more about being on the receiving end - not drinking it at first, but getting it sprayed on me or taking it up my ass. Anyone have any tips for a first-timer?

bbrts, grindr , mostly.... here we also use manhunt but there ppl are more "safe" what other popular sites/apps are in the US? for bb of course

I want to get that spun and take a dust pan handle

Few months ago, I got a fight with my bf. And I just move to new city so I got no friends to talk. Then I decided just find a guy to fuck to stop thinking about him. He is 40s, poz vers, not a hot guy type but definitely a real man type I needed. He is a bit sporty n very nasty. I know I like to take his cock n he will breeding my hole. And he has piercing on his dickhead. Damn. That would be my first one I see n touch in real. And I am gonna take it deep. Of cos is A+! I went to see him, I knew he is into stuff. But I thought is could but he told me he does is slam. I didn't really care about meths. I did use to cloud a bit my ex sometimes cause he wants that. I didn't think about it before. But I was really sad n I think just cloud n liquid different. He is nice n kind, he said he gives me a quarter pt n see how I feel if I want to. It is my first time, no pressure, he just give me carefully. I had a big cough immediately. I felt it running everywhere in my vein. It is fucking strong for me. He knew that even a quarter pt is enough to turn my hole hungry. I was really flying. I kept laying on his bed and he push his cock in my hole slowly. He just gave me my first slam n first piercing cock. He is just average size so I can take it easily. But he is really hard and he knows how to fuck me. He really care how I feel, and I believe he loves this new arrival boy tight ass. He pushed his cock in my arse harder and harder. Then he finger n toy up me. He opened up a bit more n more. And he keeps open up my secret area by his finger,toys, n of cos his impressive hard cock. We played around two days, he slammed me another quarter and stuck a rock in my hole. He told me he wants to get my hole open up and softer. He likes to fuck my hole but it is too tight, he loves soft sloppy hole to massage his cock gently like whisper. And I told him I love to feel his cock stuck in my arse. He kept using his hard rocky hard cock to pounded my hole on whole second day. My hole was so soft after his work hard on it and he can stuck up my hole when halfly hard. He would really get hard when my arse taking it softly. He cummed once on body, one by my blow, and one up my hole when he pounding my hole . Cause I asked him to fuck me rough, I want him to use my hole after this two days training. He told me he almost cum, but I want his rough raw cock crushing my hole with no merci, he really slamming my hole with his whole cock break my new soft hole like a fucktard to get him cum. he breed his big poison load as moisturizer for my new soft skin in my arse, and he didn't get soft after cum, he kept fucking me with his poz load slow and gentle.

If I am topping, I'm close means I am about to seed your hole and it's your last chance to say don't cum in me. Now when I am bottoming, I hear those words, I start begging for the cum to shoot in me

My hole goes into overdrive when I hear those words I start milking and squeezing that cock even more, pulling him deeper into me to ensure that seed is shot as far up inside me as possible. I don't want a single drop wasted!

Well, I think POZ talk is a fetisch, so I think we have to distinguish between the moments of fetishistic pleasure that everyone has (just like someone who isn't into SM can, under the right circumstances, find it very hot to be spanked) and the NEED to live out one's fetish in order to feel sexually fulfilled. Can I understand it? Sure! Especially if it's a genuine spur-of-moment expression of lust. Do I find it hot or disgusting? Frankly, to me it's like every other fetisch. Taken to its extreme it's an obsessive rumination on the subject. In that regard poz fetishists are actually not that different from condom nazis: Both obsess about HIV. I don't think hardcore POZ fetishism doesn't appear in too many porn flicks, because it's too outrageous and taboo. I just don't think many guys can relate to "all poz talk, all the time". After all, it's supposed to sell. Personally I do watch TIM porn when I'm in to the mood for something intense and gritty. I also watch Sean Cody or Chaosmen-style porn when I'm in the mood for college guys. Personally I find a natural approach to sex much more enjoyable than extreme fetishism. E.g.: I find "I've been barebacking with everyone since I was 16, who uses condoms nowadays, anyway?" a much hotter thing to say than "I was a bugchaser and finally had success with my quest." No worries. Just fucking.

One can be poz and still have a life, in SF I get more "positive" attention at the bars when I wear a biohazard t-shirt than when I don't, also many poz guys are only comfortable having sex with other poz guys, and poz guys tend to be less inhibited in bed, in my experience

COLUMBUS, OH - Got 3 loads anonymous like I always do, ass up, face down, cum & go. 2 were repeat fucks, one was a new guy. Each fuck the cock got bigger, which is nice, makes my hole feel like it's always getting more full. But I'm tired of bottoming. As a picky top that is only into young bottoms (it's a curse) I don't get as many opportunities as my dick would like. However, tonight I found a guy I've bred before that is a little hottie. He came over and was adamant that I didn't have any other STD's besides HIV. (I smell a cheater….. didn't want to take home something to the BF.) I promised him I was clean of other stuff and he took my load. I did some poz talking while I was fucking him, asking him if he wanted this "dirty poz load" and he begged pretty convincingly that he wanted it. I noticed about halfway thru the fuck that he lowered his ass from the doggie style position more into a laying on the bed position. I wasn't having that so I told him to get his little butt back up in the air where I could breed it. Immediately his little 25 year old butt raised back up. I continued to fuck him and he continued to take it like a champ. After I came in his boy hole I jumped off the bed to check BBRT, Adam and the others (I was whoring him out) to see what nibbles we had. I sent a few emails and then hopped back on the bed where the boy was still laying down, only this time he was on his side looking at me like he was seeing stars. I laid down beside him to cuddle him and noticed the bed was soaking wet. HAHA! When his little butt had lowered to the bed he had shot his load!!! But being an AWESOME Bottom, he continued on. He confessed he'd never done "poz talk" before and it was apparently a major turn on for him. So hot finding out that a boy is really into his breeding. Alas, a knock at the door and it was time for him to take another man's load. He got bred again and then told me he needed to check his phone. Sadly, he had to get home to his BF. (I knew it.) We texted all night, he wanted to come back to get some more loads but I was out at a club watching a terrible drag show. God help me. But the bartender was hot and in his little thong undies! I was in heaven just watching him! Back to Ft. Lauderdale tomorrow and prepping to breed some hot holes at CumUnion Saturday! If you're a bottom twink, GO TO CUMUNION SATURDAY!

Chapter XVII COMING SOON!

When a guy tells me he is close, I work my hole more to get his load.

Disgusting is a strong way to put it. You either get it or you don't. I admit I didn't use to get it either. In fact, up until Jayson looked me in the eyes and said "I'm going to recharge your hole", I never had gotten it. But I got it then. And I wanted. And I shared that because for those who do "get it", it is hot to know how intense that moment was for me.

Totally agree, PozFetishPig! But sometimes not saying anything can be just as hot! Got fucked by a guy with a biohazard tattoo around his nipple a few years ago. I was still very inexperienced, turned on and freaked out by it at the same time. I traced the tattoo with my finger, looked him in the eye and asked: "Are you going to...?", when my voice trailed off. I just couldn't make myself utter those words. I knew, if I did, I'd probably lose it. So I just looked up at him questioningly. The guy didn't say a word. He just nodded his head and for the rest of the fuck his eyes never strayed from mine. Then he came inside my boyhole, and still not a word from him, he just leaned into me and pressed his lips against mine. Still one of the most intense fucks of my life!

I find it really hot when a top tells me I'm getting his charged or poz load as he unloads deep inside.

Theres nothing better than stories like these! Would love to be part of them!! I always think about taking poz cocks when I jerk off

some the hottest sex of my life was when I was getting fucked by poz tops coz they would make me beg for it make me want it

Part 13 Monday morning rolled around. I had slept soundly after being in the sun by and in the pool. Add to that the session with Neil and Glen had drained me of my energy. I was reinvigorated though now and ready for the week. I set about moving through the day which was uneventful. The usual meetings and questions plus calls and correspondence filled my day. Stuart made sure that everything went smoothly. I’d have to reward him some way for making my life so easy. I did not want to lose him. The day ended with me going home and going through my mail after seeing and spending time with my girls. I got a call from a buddy—Jerry—who asked if I’d like to go to a movie with him. We arranged to meet and spent the evening in the dark theater. Afterwards, we grabbed a light supper and went our separate ways. I went off to bed as soon as I took care of my girls again. There was a need on occasion to recharge the batteries and just take things easy. I woke up a couple of times during the night and listened. It was an odd feeling but since I heard nothing and my girls didn’t give any hint of things out of order, I went back to sleep. Tuesday went about the same as Monday. I made notes on my calendar to get money for James for this Friday and next Thursday. I told Stuart I was taking time off so that he could get ready any papers for me before I left and notified department heads of my time out of the office and being unavailable to contact. There was a pecking order that was followed when I was gone. I left on time going home after picking up some things at a couple of stores. I got home and had just let my girls out when the phone rang. I answered it and found Kevin on the line. “Hey, man. How’s my favorite neighbor up the street,” Kevin asked. “I’m doing okay. How are you, Kevin? You three work over any poor unsuspecting soul lately,” I chimed back. “Naaaaw. Not since nailing your ass,” he said. “In fact, I was calling to see if you was up for some company tomorrow night. I’ve got a set of balls that are turning blue an don’t look good with my black skin.” “Oh? Black and blue are my two most favorite colors. Well, when I’m wearing them I should add,” I said and chuckled. “Tomorrow night. I think that would be a great evening. What time will you three arrive?” “No; just goin’ to be me. I think we need a private session. You know what I mean,” Kevin said. “Oh, you want a private session so you can breed me rather than just fuck me. That sounds real good to me. I look forward to it. What time,” I asked. I knew in order to be ready tomorrow it would have to be a short day. “Yeah, man. We had a connection. You need it as much as I do. I could tell you get off on getting bred by a big dicked Black man like me. It’s how you got pozzed, isn’t it? I know it is. Don’t matter to me though. I’m gonna plant more of mine in you an I know you’ll love taking every drop of it,” Kevin went on. I kept the phone to my ear as I let my girls back inside and fed them. I thought about what he had said finally responding after the long silence, “You know, you’ve read me right. I believe I was nailed by a poz Black man. No accusation or regret there. Just an honest response from me. You and I both know and understand what joins us. You give; I accept. So, tomorrow night about six? Is that okay,” I asked. “Six works. And, just so you know, I’m gonna breed you all night. Right?” he asked. I smiled slightly and said, “You breed me all night. I get up at seven to get to work on time. That gives you eleven hours to plant as much of that tainted poison you call cum in my ass that you can.” “You cum whore; see you tomorrow night,” Kevin said and hung up. I stood there for a few seconds and replaced the receiver. I looked at my girls who were sitting obediently. “You’re daddy is going to get fucked again tomorrow night. No, he’s going to get bred all night long. Are you two up for it?” They wiggled their tails in response. I fixed a light supper and fed my girls. We did the home office work and went downstairs to the play room. I hadn’t been in it in awhile. I went inside and checked all of the supplies. I made a list of what I needed to order from Dim. I stopped and thought about him and smiled. We went back upstairs after making sure that everything was in shape. We passed through the house. I noted what the cleaning service had not done and made a mental note to call Brian. We then went outside and made the rounds. I went to the pool house and checked the service call log. The pool chemical balances were all within acceptable ranges this trip. I thought that odd since I’d had the pool party. I suppose it was just luck. We walked back to the house locking the back door before proceeding through the rest of the house checking the doors. We then went back to the kitchen where I prepared all three of us a snack. We went to my bedroom where I stripped and got in bed. The girls took their positions and waited patiently. I fed them their snack and ate mine. I turned on the television and set it for two hours to shut off. It was still early but I had to make up for the time I was going to miss in the afternoon. I soon drifted off and was fading in and out of sleep when the phone rang. I was a bit irritated but answered it. “Hello,” I said a bit rudely. “Bill? This is Daryl. We met online, and I dropped by last week. I hope you remember me,” I heard in the earpiece. I quickly shook off my irritation and replied, “Of course, I remember you, Daryl. I have loads of memories of you.” “Good. I’ve been thinking about you and was wondering what you were up to,” he said. “Just my usual work during the day and my evenings are whatever comes up,” I said admitting to nothing. “What have you been up to?” “Working like you and I’ve been thinking more though about when I’ll get another invitation to drop over and fuck you full of my cum,” Daryl said. “I enjoyed your ass wrapped around my dick and was impressed how you took such a pounding from me. I really enjoyed myself.” “Good. I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed yourself. I know that I enjoyed our visit a lot—a whole lot. You’re welcome any time I’m available. I do have plans for tomorrow night though. When did you want to come over?” I asked. “Well, I was thinking this weekend. In fact, I was hoping to get a weekend invitation so I could breed you full of my dirty seed. You love taking it, and I love giving it. Makes for an excellent match,” Daryl said. “I have some business on Friday at some time in the evening. I won’t know exactly when it will take place. I don’t mean a fuck date either. So, what about we plan on a weekend but not sure as to the exact time you can come over. I am sorry that I can’t be more generous than that.” I said with great regret while hoping that Daryl wouldn’t feel rejected. “For what it is worth, I do very much like the idea of you breeding me for an entire weekend.” “Well, then, it’s the weekend. You’ve got my number and can call when it’s okay for me to come over. You do remember how I love breeding willing white men. You do know this time I’m going to tear your ass up good,” Daryl said providing me the opportunity to back out. “I remember what we talked about, and I also remembered how you were ‘gentle’ with me the first time. You breed me in the greatest depth of depravity that you know and deposit all your poison as far up inside me as you can where it can’t get out,” I said. “We’ll talk on Friday then. I am going to save all my ball juices for you. I’m going to knock you up good, white man,” Daryl said. “You’re going to take my poison juice, and knowing you for the short time I have you’re going to love it. I’ll talk to you Friday then. Night.” “I’ll be ready for you just as soon as you come through the door. I’ll have the girls put up, and I will be ready,” I said. “Night.” I hung up the phone. I told my girls it was all right and to go back to sleep. I followed my own advice and was soon deep in a restful sleep. Part 14 The alarm awakened me. I rose and followed my routine leaving for my office. I arrived earlier than usual which caused some uplifted eyebrows. I went to work on some upcoming items and checked my calendar for the next three weeks. I had to clear it for sure for my trip. As I finished outlining what I needed, Stuart arrived. I gave him a copy of what I needed and by when setting him in motion to arrange everything. Everyone knew that when Stuart said “now” it was the same as my saying it. The pace in the office picked up and schedules were re-arranged. I was able to leave a little earlier than I had planned which was good. I wanted all the time I could have to be ready for tonight and Kevin. My girls were surprised at my coming home early but were pleased at seeing me. They grinned and playfully jumped around telling me of their enthusiasm. I walked through the house as they ran to the back door where they exited to take care of their business. Returning, I treated them to a biscuit each. We went back through to my bedroom where I stripped and went into my bathroom. I filled the tub with warm water and settled in as the two of them settled down on the cool floor. I soaked myself thoroughly warming my core temperature to give me a bit of a zip in energy. I looked up at the clock seeing I had now broiled for almost three quarters of an hour. I should be getting myself ready which I set about doing. Afterwards, I dried off and we walked into the bedroom. I folded the spread placing it in the closet out of the way. I pulled back the cover and climbed in setting the clock. I wanted to nap and would just get one before Kevin showed up right on time. My girls settled in close to me. They sensed something was up and that tonight they were going to be unable to sleep in bed with me. My girls were very astute and understood my moods and actions. The alarm sounded at 5:30. I had slept but not deeply knowing that I would need the sleep to make up for tonight as well as the energy that I would derive from such. I got out of bed and let my girls out. We went back to the bedroom to make a last minute check of things finding all was ready. As we walked down the hall the doorbell rang. My girls raced off letting it be known they were on guard and not going to take any prisoners. I hushed them as I reached the door looking through the peep hole. It was Kevin right on time. “Sir, won’t you enter so that we can get to breeding your toxic cum up in my ass. How’s that for being forward?” I laughed as Kevin stepped through the door which I closed quickly behind him locking it. He bent over and patted my girls. “Off you go to your bedroom for tonight. Your bedroom, girls. How are you, sexy man?” I asked sincerely moving toward Kevin. Kevin stepped toward me. Quick as a flash, his left hand flew through the air landing on my cheek with a resounding sound. I stopped. I straightened my head but stood perfectly still except for my cock and balls which now were in a dance of their own. My balls rolled around inside my nut case as my cock began lifting upwards eventually beginning to give a telltale sign of oozing that slick clear pre-cum fluid. It was all over in a matter of less than five seconds. “I had to know. You for real on that hurtin’ bit. I gotta be careful though with you. I get carried away sometime and can’t stop. You know now. I get off on breedin’ white pigs like you and stuffin’ you full of my poison nut juice and beatin’ you and whatever else I can. I don’t want to scare you but your kind ain’t always available for me.” Kevin said. I looked at Kevin reaching out to him saying, “Now, you know about me, too. Together we will make sure that you get totally satisfied in your lust but also make sure that there is no harm done. I can tell that your slap has excited you as much as it did me.” I said this as I removed Kevin’s shirt as he kicked off his sandals and let his shorts drop to the floor. I scooped his clothes up and winked at him walking away to the bedroom. Kevin’s clothes were placed in a chair. I turned seeing him heading for the bathroom; I followed immediately. Inside, he had reached the commode. “Wait, please. I’ll drink that if you’d like.” Kevin turned back to me, and I knelt on the floor opening my mouth. Kevin took a couple of steps to me raising his hooded beautifully veined dick in my mouth where I closed around it making a seal. It was still semi-rigid despite the walk from the front door. I tasted the pre-cum he had produced. I quickly darted my tongue beneath his hood and swirled it around. It was fucking awesome! I no sooner had removed my tongue when the first trickle of warm salty water hit my tongue filling my mouth. I swallowed quickly and continued to swallow making sure that not one drop was lost. Kevin’s flow finally began ebbing until it was only a trickle followed by short spurts of the residual. Marvelous! I felt Kevin pulling backwards from me; I released his dick gently and slowly. He reached up once more to take it in his hand pulling it the last way from my mouth. I looked upward to him in gratitude and with lust as my own dick bobbed in excitement. He pulled me upwards placing his arms around me for the first time. I put mine around his neck. Kevin finally tilted his head and leaned to me where our mouths met opening to the other. We kissed passionately and deeply driving our tongues into each other’s mouth where our spit mixed and became one fluid belonging not to one but to both of us. Kevin finally began the break, and we stared at each other. “Dude, your kind don’t come along often an’ I gotta breed you good,” he said. “I gotta fill you up with my nut juice and knock you up, man, with my own strain. Just understand, no strings on me. You cling an’ I won’t have nothin’ to do with you. You know my buds don’t know ‘bout me totally. We all know the risk, but I the one that’s tagged.” “Kevin, you will find I’m not the clinging kind. I’m too much of a cum whore to settle for just one man. You can breed me all you want any way you want for as long as you want. Just understand that you won’t be the only man shooting his cum in my ass and if I’m lucky shooting his poz cum in my ass. And, yes, I love drinking piss. I love taking piss up my ass, too. I just hate it washing out any cum that’s up there though. Your housemates will not find out from me. Finally, yes, I’m a masochist. No abuse or injury and few limits but there are points of definite interest and willingness for you to explore. Okay?” We began walking back to the bedroom. “Cool,” he replied. “Now, one thing: What happened to that fat PA you had? I was looking forward to it joining us and ripping my ass up. I mean, if you’re going to breed me good and proper,” I added. “I didn’t want to crack any of your teeth or tear you up too much for what all I want to do to you. ‘Sides, your ass is going to get tore up for sure. My poison is goin’ in you an’ ain’t comin’ out of your ass. I been thinkin’ about this almost from the first time I fucked you. Knockin’ you up with my baby batter an’ makin’ you get flu again. Man, just the thought of it turns me on somethin’ deep,” Kevin emphasized to me. “But, ‘fore the night’s over, I’ll put that back in and use it to tear you up some more just to be sure I knock you up.” He smiled this wicked smile and drove his tongue back into my mouth for a quick kiss. “I took a short nap. I figured I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight,” I said. “Well, I hope I don’t get much sleep.” We both laughed and broke our holds moving out of the bath room and into the bedroom. At the edge of the bed, I pulled the drawers open on the night stand starting at the bottom. I said nothing but showed Kevin what was in each drawer to let him know the contents were his to use. We climbed onto the bed and settled in side by side. “You a party man,” Kevin said. It was not a question but a declaration. Kevin was beginning to understand me better. “Yes, I party. Not to excess but definitely party when it adds to the flavor of the scene,” I said. “I do poppers, ethyl, 420, coke once—loved it—but mostly meth. I snort it, smoke it, bootie bump it, and slam it which I love best of all. I love getting all partied up and letting loose with a man who will take charge and use me hard and good. I get tina dick which is best for me as my biggest sex organ is my ass. Now, whether or not I use is always up to the man or men I’m with. I let him or them decide as I need for them to be totally satisfied in using me for their pleasure.” We looked at each other letting my words settle between us. He finally grinned slightly and winked. “Do you enjoy using a cum whore like me?” I asked suspecting that I already knew the answer. “Oh, yeah, man. Love usin’ and hurtin’ white dudes like you. Just not enough of you can take it from me. Gonna cut you some this time though first time just us. Gonna concentrate on getting’ you preg with my poison. Need to breed you this time and hurt you next.” Kevin said. “And, I think that’s what you’d enjoy. Fuckin’ you full of my poison now and then next time move on to the next level.” I thought about the intimacy that Kevin was suggesting knowing that it was meant to be taken personal but with no emotional attachments. “I believe you are right, Kevin. This time you and I will make our connection and next time we’ll build on this connection and progress where you and I need to go,” I said looking at him. We had been engaged in this chat as we lay next to each other on the bed. I knew that my cock had been seeping an amount of pre-cum just hearing our conversation as my balls had begun gently rolling around inside their container as I had heard and contributed to the conversation letting all the words sink in. My cock had bounced around a few times also in hearing all this and anticipating what would happen this night. I knew also that Kevin had been affected by our proximity and conversation as more than once I had felt his fleshy hooded cock reach out to me making contact. I knew without having to look that Kevin, too, was leaking his copious thick and sticky pre-cum. I was beginning to hunger for the taste of this man and feel him invading me repeatedly so that he could once more in multiple orgasms fill me with the juices of his heavy pair of nuts. “I know I can load you at least two or three times but I wanna drain every bit of my nuts in you. So, I’m gonna take one of those pills you got stashed inna drawer,” Kevin said beginning a smile. He rose up turning around to the edge of the bed and opening a drawer. He retrieved one of the bottles taking out one pill popping it into his mouth and swallowing with a little difficulty. He replaced the bottle rummaged through the drawer as well as two more removing several items placing them on the nightstand. “While we wait for it to kick in, let’s do some.” I had risen upright on the bed making myself comfortable as Kevin had made himself at home. I watched as he had taken a Viagra. I knew from the two previous meetings that he did not need such a pill. I figured he was just hedging his opportunity to have more “incentive” to fuck me even more. He had taken from the drawers a bottle of poppers, a can of Maximum Impact, a handkerchief, a bottle of KY, my favorite plug, several cock rings, a couple of towels, a jar of my special blend of Crisco with secret ingredients, a bag of pot and pipe, and finally another pipe, lighter, and several small bags of meth. I reached over picking up my favorite leather strap. “May I or would you prefer me to use rope to bind my balls? I prefer my balls be pushed down away from my body.” I said. Kevin looked at the strap. I quickly rose up on my knees and snapped it into place. I then lifted up my dick for his view. “Let me see what the rope looks like.” I knee-walked over to the other side of the bed and retrieved my rope. I stood on the floor removing the strap and began wrapping the rope around my balls tucking the end so that it did not interfere with anything. Once more I lifted my cock up as I walked around to Kevin to view. He stared and then held the strap up in front of the rope. “Leave the rope on; use the strap another time.” I got back on the bed settling once more beside Kevin. He had been busy. I saw one pipe had been packed with pot. The glass pipe had been filled with meth. The top from the spray had been removed and tossed on the floor out of the way. Kevin had found that the bags of meth were of two types: some bags held intact crystals while other bags had been crushed into a fine powder. Kevin separated them and had gone back into the drawer after the alcohol swabs, water, band, Sharpie, mixing bottle, and points. He marked the points laying them to the side. “You real cool, dude. You got this set right. You do know how to party,” he said and laughed loudly going back to his work. “Come lay out your slam.” I moved off the bed and around him. I picked up one of the fine powder bags. I opened a drawer moving a couple of items before retrieving my “shovel”. (I had found that an item used to push back cuticle on fingers worked beautifully for measuring meth.) I also retrieved a 3 by 3 black piece of paper putting it on the nightstand. I measured out my hit dumping it into the mixing bottle. I added the water and began mixing the content. As I worked on the mixing, Kevin had lit the pipe with the pot and inhaled. He looked up at me, and I bent over. We shotgunned the hit. We repeated a couple of more times. Kevin searched through the drawers until he found the pointless syringe he had seen earlier. He measured out some more meth about the same quantity I had. I looked at the bottle and opened it. I took a point and filled the syringe tapping out the air until the barrel was ready. Kevin took the bottle and dumped the new contents adding water. Somehow, he mixed his lot much faster than I had and sucked it up into the pointless syringe. Kevin lit the pot once more; we shotgunned again. I knew I was being affected and presumed that Kevin was also. I was becoming antsy in anticipation of this play time. It was my usual mode. I get really excited and turned on when I party and especially when I party with a man such as Kevin. “Put a pillow under your hips,” Kevin said. “You gonna plunge this bump when I hit your arm.” I did as I was told ending up on my back with my ass stuck in the air on top of two pillows instead of one. I pulled my legs back to my chest and reached down between my legs finding my ass location. Kevin had gone back to the drawer again to pull out the band which he expertly put around my left arm; I pumped my fist several times. Kevin picked up my bump and inserted it into my ass as far as he could. He guided my hand to it and allowed me to adjust so that I could get a good push when he said to. I felt the wipe on my arm and watched as Kevin picked up the point. He put the tip to my skin and began a slow steady push as I felt the small prick. I stared intently as my eyes widened in total excitement. I knew I was leaking heavily now as the pre-cum was hitting my groin. Kevin held steady, then, made a gentle pull back on the plunger. As he did, a quick puff of red shot into the barrel swirling around and mixing with the liquid. My eyes were now wide open and my breathing had become shallow and almost non-existent as I anticipated what was about to happen. I quickly looked up at Kevin and smiled. I nodded slightly and quickly looked back to the barrel. Kevin’s grip never varied but I saw his slow depression of the plunger and the now red fluid begin to disappear into the needle ultimately ending in my arm. When half the contents remained, Kevin quietly said, “Now; hit yours.” I obeyed and depressed the plunger quickly and completely. Kevin reached up and removed the band on my arm, placed a sterile gauze pad over the injection site, and removed the needle. I let go of the syringe in my ass and took the pad pressing it firmly while raising my arm upwards. I looked up at Kevin who was smiling down at me. I coughed three times. Kevin quickly picked up the band and removed the syringe from my ass. I could feel my dick shriveling. I didn’t care. Already I was on fire and super horny. Kevin reached for the pillows under me, and I rolled back onto myself to allow him to pull them away then stretched out fully. “Man, you are flying!” Kevin said and laughed. He picked up the pot pipe and lit it taking a hit then handed it to me. I drew deeply and passed it back to him. “Pull up; you need lube,” Kevin said. I rolled backwards once more. Kevin shoved the bottle of KY in my ass and squeezed gently. I felt horny again with the bottle. He withdrew it and put it back on the nightstand. He climbed onto the bed between my legs spreading them as he pushed them backwards and down onto my chest. I watched his face as he smiled down at me. He never looked at his cock or my ass but moved forward as if a magnet was being drawn to its negative opposite. Our eyes kept locked on each other as he came nearer and nearer. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my ass, and Kevin settled in his spot. Once more I felt the tip of his cock brush my hole but this time there was a pressure applied. He had found the opening and began pushing harder. More and more he pushed as I pushed outward. In a flash his uncut cock popped into my ass. NOW, I was feeling a huge hunger and need for his big uncut cock to invade me fully. I focused on that feeling as more and more of his fully hardened cock slid its way inside me more and more. The deeper he went the more I needed. Kevin finally bottomed out as he pressed his pubes totally flat against my cheeks. Kevin grasped behind my knees and without any ceremony began pounding my hole hard. In and out his cock pistoned in a hard drive using my ass for his pleasure . . . and mine. Our eyes had kept locked onto the other until now. I looked down at his nipples and reached up to them gently rubbing them. I looked back up at Kevin whose eyes were now closed but his face told me what I needed to know. I continued my gentle rubbing as his pounding continued into me. Harder and harder he drove his cock making ever possible effort to go deeper only to be stopped by the bones in his own body. I gently squeezed my sphincter tighter feeling how turgid Kevin’s cock had become. It was most definitely hot wired to his nips which I continued to urge on to higher levels of excitement. Kevin was now pounding my ass jarring me with each of his thrusts. “Oh, fuck, yeah, Kevin. Fuck that hole and feed it with your white glue of poisoned swimmers. Breed me. Breed me, hot man. Flood my ass with your DNA so you can knock me up. You know you and I both want it. Give me that fuck flu from your strain. Please, man. Please, give me that poison strain of yours. Ram your cock all the way in me. Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck me! Please! Kevin! Shoot that load in me! Please!” I begged of him. All the while, Kevin had begun to fuck me harder and harder if that was possible until now he was glistening in sweat. Each full hard fast plunge that he made into my ass with his cock was now finely tuned just like a European master engine of superior construction. ‘DAMN! FUCK! GOD!” Kevin screamed as he drove his cock hard and deep into my ass one final savage thrust. He held it deep as I felt his hard throbbing uncut cock pulsing and spitting out the contents of his poison depositing his load as deep into me as possible. Kevin released my legs and grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me tightly as his face became distorted with the concentration I could understand of a poz man making a deliberate delivery of his tainted sperm with the desire of causing his bottom to be filled and lay the groundwork of conversion. This was the first in a number of breedings that Kevin was going to perform on me during the next few hours. In abject realization that Kevin had implanted me with his poison man juice, I met his loud screaming with that of my own: "OH! DAMN! SWEET . . . JESUS! HOT! FUCK!" My cry was such that my lungs burned from the volume of air and shrieking made by my vocal cords as I plaintively realized that Kevin had stopped fucking and filling me with his body fluid. My own cock straining so that it felt as if the epidermis covering it would split open. My balls rode up so close to my under body that it felt as if they would crawl once more deep up inside me as they had once resided. The splattering sensation that erupted from my cock continued on coating everything that came within range. Lights in my head exploded. I squeezed my lids shut tighter than the vault at Ft. Knox then flew open wide taking in the total darkness of a black hole in space. I felt the real dampness of my body soaked with volumes of sweat drops as my head now pounded in earnest for relief from this agony. My lungs continued to burn as friction heated the air that I sucked in and exhaled. My mouth was native to the Gobi Desert. In time, my own reaction began to subside but the fullness of relaxation was not reached for many minutes. At long last of several minutes duration, I began to return to a somewhat normal state. I continued to lay there letting my total exhaustion from this exercise sink in and return me to a settled and calm state. I sat up steadying myself. In relief, I began to remember all the events that I had been through. I remembered each man who had fucked me, how many times each had cum in my ass, and what promises had been made to me from each of them to return for more time to be spent in my ass. I smiled wickedly shaking my head in disbelief. I stood up and carefully made my way to the kitchen where I drank slowly two full glasses of water returning to my bed afterwards. I lay down covering my body with the top sheet. The fitted sheet was soaked with my sweat I had found. I adjusted myself getting comfortable once more. I would not rush this sensation but was determined to return to my dream to see what would come next.

Part 3 I put the car in the garage and went in the house. My two baby dolls greeted me at the door as usual with all the excitement they could muster. We walked through the house after our greeting, and I let them out to take care of their business. They raced to their garden behind the garage and returned when all was finished. I closed and locked the door once more when they had come inside. We went to the kitchen where they were presented with their treats for being such good little girls which they always were. Supper was prepared for them and then my own. Of course, good plans always get changed a bit. As I sat down to eat, the phone rang. I pushed my plate back from the edge of the table and went to answer it. I got a pleasant surprise after I had said hello to the caller. “How’s my new fuck bitch?” the caller asked. I hesitated and then responded, “Waiting and needing.” He laughed. “You won’t have long to wait. I’ll be there within a few minutes. You remember what I told you? I’ll go easy on you this one time.” “Just to let you know, I have two dogs that are very protective. If you don’t mind, I would appreciate introducing you to them so that they can be assured you aren’t here to harm me. They are loving and have very sweet dispositions if unknown men are introduced to them. I will then put them in their bedroom where they will remain quietly.” I said to my caller. “What breed are they?” he asked. “The older is a Norwegian Elkhound and the younger is a Dalmatian. Both are females and look to me as the pack leader,” I elaborated. “I look forward to meeting them. I’m a couple of minutes away. See you soon,” he said and disconnected. I hung up my receiver and turned to my girls explaining that company was on its way. I told them they had to be on their best behavior. I ran downstairs with my two shadows trailing to check on my play room. I methodically moved through it opening drawers and cabinets observing everything making sure that all was ready for use. I hastily chased my girls back upstairs and went to the front room. I saw my visitor pulling into the drive. I met him at the front door. Before opening it, I gave the girls my hand signal for no barking; they obeyed but held their ground as I opened the door. I smiled as he opened the storm door and entered. I closed the main door behind him and turned to the girls. I introduced each to my visitor calling them by name. I told them that all was safe but that they would need to go to bed while I played. I asked my visitor to allow each to sniff his hand which he did. I then ushered them off to their bedroom closing the door as they settled down for a nap on their bed. I offered something to drink but was told no. He was here to see the place and talk more. He hadn’t decided yet whether or not he wanted to fuck me again. He would have to see if I stimulated him enough. I thought to myself that if this cop’s personality was anything like other cops I had met I was going to get his dick shoved up my ass before he left. We moved to the living room to sit. “You didn’t bat an eye when I asked you about piss and rough stuff. You’re experienced in both I’ve decided. Well, experienced I’m betting. So, let’s be blunt. My name is James. I’ll decide what you call me. Tell me your limits,” he said. “Limits are scat, females, minors, cbt, cologne, shaving that shows . . . gun play, fire, glue, glass or breakable items . . . wood, jagged edged items, permanent marks or injuries . . . castration or other permanent body modifications, and maybe a couple of more that I can’t think of now. I’m a trained sub/bottom who has been a part of the leather community for about 20 years,” I reported with no emotion. “Why no cbt or gun play?” he asked. “Too many accidents have occurred by a supposedly unloaded gun. I have a mass on my right ball as a result of a major injury in my childhood. I have injured myself simply sitting in a chair. However, knowing that, a parachute can be used with some weight provided I wrap my balls in a leather strap or rope first. In reality, my dick can be tortured; just not my balls and specifically my right one. It’s a matter of using only a modicum amount of weight on the parachute though.” I explained. My words were accepted. “Okay. No direct cbt; parachute or weights though will be done when I want to. Anything else that’s a no for you?” I thought hard finally shaking my head no. “Good. You may turn out to be a good bitch for me in many ways. No problem with piss on you or drinking it or taking it up your ass?” he asked. I shook my head no. “Good. You get fucked by any other man you want as long as I’m not calling you. I take top priority for your ass. Right?” he asked. I shook my head yes. “Good. And, not only I fuck you but you get fucked by anyone I tell you. Right?” he asked once more. I shook my head yes. “And, you take cum loads in your ass or swallow them. No pulling out for me or my buddies. We fuck long and hard, and we don’t use no rubbers. Right?” he asked. I shook my head yes. “Now, show me around,” he said. We rose and went room to room where he gave a seemingly cursory look but was trained to take in the surroundings. I finally realized that as we finished the tour of the first floor and was headed to the basement. We went down the stairs silently as had been the entire tour. I showed him the entertainment room, storage and utility rooms, and fourth bedroom. I then asked, “Does this meet with your approval, Sir?” He looked at me closely. “Yes, but there’s more to this place than what I’ve seen,” he replied. This was a very sharp cop. I wondered why he was still a patrolman even with his two stripes on his sleeve. He had obvious skills of observation beyond his position. I would have to consider this seriously after he left. I led him back to the entertainment room. I reached down to the bottom shelf on the left book case, depressed a recessed button, and heard the gentle and almost imperceptible whirring. When it stopped, I gently pulled on the case, and it swung open revealing a very disguised doorway. I entered followed by James. James took in the room walking back to the doorway examining it. James returned to linger longer in his assessment of contents of the room including no windows. He moved slowly opening drawers and doors to cabinets. Nothing was locked; why should it be? He noted the different collections of items, toys, tools, furniture, equipment, shower facility, and commode. He came to stand by me but continued to look around the room. Finally, he said, “You have the most ingenious organization that I have ever seen. You had this house built to your specifications obviously. You are either an overindulged fool or you have a defined commitment to Sm play.” He paused and then said, “You are no fool.” James stood and looked some more. “I hope this meets with your approval,” I said. “It does and will serve me well. I will inspect it closer another time though. What safety do you have on the door,” James asked. We walked to the door. I showed the exit button that unlocked the lock. I also showed him the cabinet located by the door that contained the back up power supply in case electrical service was interrupted. I explained the connection system. Finally, I showed him the hand release of the locking mechanism. Outside the doorway, I showed him the release button for unlocking the door as well as the manual override system. James operated the system outside and inside filing the knowledge in his brain knowing he would have use of it in the future. Back inside after having operated the locking and unlocking system, he turned to me and stared. “Strip, bitch. You’re going to get fucked again.” I moved away to some wall hooks where I slipped out of my sandals, removed my shorts and t-shirt, and turned to face James. He motioned for me to approach him. I did so. On my last step toward him, James suddenly reached his right hand out to his side and swiftly slapped me. I staggered. I stood up knowing that a red hand imprint now was displayed on my face. James’s eyes twinkled with delight. He snapped his hands now up to my nipples and with the force of a power press mashed them flat between his fingers. He stared straight into my eyes as I stood before him with a dick that admitted my love for such physical contact. The more pressure and the longer he pressed on my nipples the harder my dick became and the more it dripped pre-cum. I reached the point of collapsing from the pain when he yanked his fingers away from my nipples. Blood rushed back into them causing an equal amount of pain. My dick responded more. James observed and took his right hand extending it as far as he could from his body before sending it rushing through the air. He slapped my dick hard with his hand sending it sideways from the impact. He repeated his action only in reverse. His return trip met with a great deal of resistance from my dick as it had become so excited. “You’re a fucking bitch alright. Now, over to that fuck bench, you worthless kunt,” James said. I walked quickly to the assigned spot and stood beside it. “Get on it, bitch. I’m going to ride your ass for awhile. If you’re lucky and earn it, you’ll get my cum load,” James hissed. I knelt down on the bench and bent over it. James walked around it strapping me onto it. My neck, wrists, knees, and ankles were secured. I looked straight down at the floor but heard him moving about behind me. The special made equipment had cost but each piece was the best for their uses. The comfort for the sub/bottom for extended play as well as the accessibility for using the sub/bottom was what the goal was in having them specially made. I listened carefully. He was removing his uniform. Finally, I heard no movement. James was moving about silently. I tried to think of what he could be doing or more importantly what he would be doing. This was not going to be just a fucking session. I felt James rubbing my ass with his hand. It was a tender moment which I knew would not last. He approached me from behind leaning down to my ear. “How many men fucked you today and how many loads of cum did you get in there? And, don’t count me or mine.” I had to think quickly. “Five men fucked me not counting you, Sir. They gave me seven cum loads not counting yours, Sir.” “Are you sure about those numbers?” James almost whispered. “Yes, Sir,” I replied with certainty now. “Did I give you permission to get fucked and take cum loads?” he continued as quietly. “Yes, Sir. You said that you didn’t care who fucked me when you were not around but that you took precedence over any other man,” I replied. “That’s right. So, you should have plenty of lube in there and not need any more. We’re going to find out but first, some other play for me,” he said. He stood up and moved away from my head. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! My ass was on fire! I had jerked especially hard with the first hit. I strained for relief to escape my bonds with each succeeding blow. James had found the paddles. My dick was heavily streaming pre-cum. “That is one hit for each of those five men. You should have been fucked by more men, bitch. I like real whores that take on dozens of men. You just learned that,” James reported to me. I felt him move away once more and listened. I heard drawers being opened quietly and contents being moved then quiet again. James returned to me rubbing my ass which bitterly stung with each pass of his hand. He moved his hand downward until he finally removed it from my thigh but gently took my balls into his hand. He gently put his hand around them forcing them downward. I felt him attempting to put something on me when it dawned on me it was a parachute. He finally succeeded snapping it in place. I felt weights being added pulling my balls further and further down. With a final attachment, James gave the weights a gentle swing and laughed. I felt James’s hand strike my ass sending an after shock wave of pain through my body. What glorious excitement. Another hand strike on my other cheek sent another after shock wave coursing through my nerve endings. This man was working me over good providing such electrifying beautiful pain while he enjoyed himself by being the one who was administering the pain. I had no doubt that his dick was just as hard as mine was and probably dripping pre-cum just as much as mine. “How many loads of cum did you get today?” he asked whispering in my ear. “Seven, Sir,” I replied. Once more, James moved away but I sensed not to my ass as he had done before. I did not look to see where he was; that was not for me to know. THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! My back now was on fire! Once more I had jumped and jerked at the first feel of the flogger that had struck me. James had found the floggers and knew how to use one just as well as he knew how to use a paddle. My dick was in overdrive once more. My jerking and jumping had set the parachute to swinging again adding to all the joy of this session. “You better hope some of that cum is still in your ass, bitch, or you’re going to be in a real world of hurt. I hate a dry fuck,” James whispered and chuckled as he moved away from my ear again. I held my ground on the fuck bench as if I had any possible way of changing my position. James slapped my ass again sending another beautiful shock wave of pain racing through my body. What joy for the both of us. I felt his hand prying apart my cheeks followed quickly by the touch of cool latex. I felt a large cool latex sensation at my ass opening. James had found my dildos. I wondered which one he had chosen. I soon knew when I felt the pressure on my ass opening increase tremendously. My sphincter was refusing entry, but James was not to be deterred. The pressure increased more. I began pushing outward on my sphincter. POP! My sphincter surrendered popping open wide to accept this foreign body which I knew was dry and was supposed to be painful on its way inside. The intent and purpose was met. James pushed insistently harder and harder until the full length of this nine inch dildo stretched my ass hole wide open and widened the passageway several inches in circumference. I tried to remember how much it was and thought it was either six or seven inches—I just could not remember now. James now began twisting this dildo round and round inside me going faster and faster. His hands had to be moving at top speed from what I was feeling on this rotation in my ass. SLURP! James yanked the dildo from my ass without warning causing the whole inside to collapse and slam my hole closed. I jerked and strained at this sudden super rapid evacuation of my ass. Just as my sphincter and inside had begun to return to normal sensation and feeling, James shoved the dildo back full force into my hole. This time there was only a little resistance and not nearly the pain. Again, he began twisting and twisting the dildo faster and faster. After a few more turns, he reversed direction twisting in the other direction. This he did several times going first one way and then the other. SLURP! Once more, the dildo was yanked from my ass. Now, James rammed his index and middle fingers in my ass. I felt him straining to push them in as far as possible. This was not painful at all. At least not until he began using his nails inside. He abraded every inch of me inside. For good measure, he went over every inch inside that he could reach. I was feeling very raw at this point. James withdrew his fingers and once more repeated the process of shoving the dildo in my ass, twirling it first one way fast and then reversing directions. This time instead of yanking the dildo out of my ass he finally let it come to rest still stuck inside me. He rubbed my ass cheeks which by now had I’m sure turned extremely red but had lessened in their sensitivity. He moved onward to my back where he rubbed his hands over my back where he had flogged me. He moved further up until his right hand rested on my left shoulder. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, “You fucking whore. You let five men fuck you today and fill your sorry ass with seven loads of their cum. That tells me you love being bred. It tells me you’re a chaser. I think I just guaranteed your chasing a success. Don’t you?” He laughed but didn’t wait or want a response. He knew. “I’m going to leave you here for a bit, but I will be back. I know you trust me because you are strapped in and can’t possible get loose. You’ve given me free rein here. You will not regret it,” James said. I heard him go to his clothes and fumble around and then quietly leave. I rested as best I could considering my situation. I felt filled of course with the dildo but did miss the feel of actual skin in my ass pumping in and out of me. I tried not to think about it but was hoping that I would be allowed to enjoy James’s dick again. He was a good fucker. I continued resting and waiting. I had no idea of how long he was gone but James did return. On returning, James rubbed my ass again and then yanked the dildo out. This time I heard him drop it on the floor and place his hands on my hips grabbing them both. I felt the head of his dick bobbing around and finally landing close to my hole opening. James made a slight physical adjustment of his own body and then rammed full length of his dick until his pelvic area slapped against my ass. He never stopped to rest but went right to fucking in and out of my ass. This was what I really needed. The feel of skin of a man’s dick sliding in and out of my ass getting himself all primed and ready to unleash another load of cum inside me. I churned with desire and relished at the feel of this man’s hard dick now in my ass. I remembered it well from the first time. Just as he had done earlier today James pounded in and out and in and out making my ass tingle with desire and lust. His style was a simple in and out punctuated with occasional faster inward returns for good measure I presumed or to drive a point home. Whatever, it worked for me. I was much more comfortable here than at Starkland Building. I at least was in some comfort by being on the fuck bench than standing. The super padding I had ordered made the kneeling easy to maintain. Being strapped to the bench was a plus, too. I loved the feeling of total helplessness and willing submission that it gave. I’m not sure how James felt about it; I did care and hoped he enjoyed it. As at Starkland, I lost track of time not that I was a clock watcher. As long as my ass was being fucked and that I would eventually get another load of cum up in me, I really didn’t care. Well, there were the times that required a quickie fuck and delivery such as at an orgy or at a back room in a bar or at a bath house. Time in those places was of the essence and required that fucking and load taking be kept at a minimum for the former and max out for the latter. Taking into account what joy James had delivered to me earlier with the paddle and flogger I was sure that it had been quite some time. Now, though, it was his fucking that I focused on. “You fucking bitch. You’ve got a set up here that is going to get a real work out with me at the helm. You’ve already gone up in my estimation. At least you are well prepared and equipped. You’ve moved from the lowest form of scum to the middle of the pack. You can take a slapping, paddling, and flogging and not whine, cry, or bitch about it. You might turn out to be one of my better bitches. But, we’ll have to see about that and just how good you are,” James finally said punctuating his fucking with emphasizing one of his words as he spoke but continued to fuck. “You fucking KUNT!” he screamed and rammed his dick full force into my ass as far as it would go and held it there. I felt wave after wave of his nut juices sliding through his dick because of the swelling that it was doing in my ass. I knew he was now depositing his second load of cum in my ass from his dick and from the way his hands now had a death grip on my hips. He continued to hold his dick as far in my ass as possible as it made further deposits. More and more of his sticky white glue like fluid left his body and entered mine. All too soon, James’s grip on my hips began to relax as did the pressure of his pelvis that was pressed against my ass cheeks. The end of the deposit was nearing. But, he did continue to let more of his body fluid drain into my ass. When he decided he was finished, he yanked his dick from my ass pulling some of the new deposit of cum backwards through my ass and out of it. I felt it dripping and running downward to my parachute covered balls as they hung pendulously between my legs and behind my own raging hard dick. James patted my ass and walked away. He quietly returned to my ear to speak once more. “I’ve got a surprise for you, bitch. You’re going to thank me for this. Only thing is you’ve got to be modified just a little. You’ll enjoy it though. I know you for the Sm cum whore that you are.” With that, James put a blind fold on me. This man had taken in everything that he had seen on his inspection of the play room. I thought he might even know more about what was where than I did. I did not question his motive behind the blind fold though. Nor did I question him—obviously not—when he pushed a ball into my mouth which I finally determined was a ball gag. Okay. I was not going to be sucking him. I wasn’t at least going to do that now with the ball gag. I waited patiently. I listened and tried to tune up my ears. Nothing. Or was that whispering? I continued to remain calm and outwardly at ease, but I must confess that I did try to hear what he was up to after his modification of me. I knew that this man, this policeman, would not do something that did not serve an essential purpose. He had to have a very definite reason for doing it. I just could not figure out what that reason was. James gave my parachute’s weights a push. “More?” he asked. I shook my head yes or more that I semi bobbed it up and down; I definitely did not move it side to side. I felt more weight being added and the pressure on my balls increased. Once more James pushed the weights watching them swing as a pendulum would. I felt them stop their swinging suddenly and felt once more my balls being weighed down with more weights. I felt him grasping my hips again. Surely, he was not fully recharged again. But, yes, there was the head of his dick bouncing around my ass hole. He was fully erect; he had to be since his hands were on my hips. I felt the tip of his dick meet up with and push against my hole. The pressure mounted but there was just not as much resistance at this time of the day. Having been fucked nine times this day as someone once said “resistance is futile”. As if my being strapped to this fuck bench with a ball gag and blind fold would allow for any resistance. For the tenth time this day, I felt a cock slide inside my ass spreading my lining once more for the beginning of another fuck . . . and cum load. James had a slight different approach this time. I was beginning to think he was a nymphomaniac who couldn’t lose an erection. That thought had a wonderful possibility coupled with my ass that never lost its craving and need for a dick in it. He began his rhythmic in and out with a slight variation. What did I care. Oh, hooray for Viagra. “You enjoying that dick in your ass, bitch?” I heard James say directly into my ear in his whisper. I jerked. How could his mouth be so close to my ear? He was standing behind me fucking. His hands were on my hips. Damn! Obviously the man fucking my ass wasn’t James! The thought raced through my mind. James had arranged for another man to join us. How? When? Then, I remembered James had left me alone. He must have let the man in then. Who was he? Why had James done this? Was this a set up? This was a cop! I thought he was a cop! What if he wasn’t? What the hell had I gotten myself into? I had shown this man my home! My girls were upstairs! Had he done anything to them? Were they safe? I began to panic despite the dick in my ass fucking me harder now. “I told you that you were my bitch, and you are. Yes, I’m a cop. I know your thoughts and what you are thinking. You’re still safe and will remain so. You have my word. But, I did tell you that occasionally one of my buddies liked to get a piece of ass, too, and that you’d be available for him as well. You’re a good breeding bitch with all the comforts of home for me. No need for you to worry yourself. Just relax and enjoy that dick in your ass like I know you will. Your dogs are just fine. They are safe in their bedroom but will remain there for now while you get fucked. Now, you know the reason for the blindfold and ball gag. You needed to learn a lesson of trusting me without questioning me. After tonight, you are going to be the biggest whore breed bitch that I own. You’re going to be on this table for a long time and provide a lot of entertainment to me. And, when you’ve calmed down enough and realized that you and your dogs are not in danger, you let me know. I’ll take the ball gag out of your mouth. Not the blindfold though; that stays. You understand, bitch?” James whispered directly into my ear. Once more, I made the effort to shake my head yes in spite of my limitation. I tried to relax and shake off the fears that had run through me. I nevertheless trembled slightly at what I had done and thought carefully at how exposed I was and how I had exposed my babies. But, soon enough the constant in and out of this unknown man’s dick in my ass turned my thoughts from evil and sinister motivations to thoughts of lust and dicks and cum loads. My ass lips, sphincter, and insides began screaming loudest of all that they were enjoying themselves more and more. I became aware now that this new man fucked similarly to James but he varied himself. He did not give the occasional punch thrust to emphasize his position. After a long bout of fucking, he would waggle his dick left to right and resume fucking. I noted that he said nothing but began fucking harder and faster. Time was running. How long had he been fucking me? I couldn’t remember because of what had originally transpired between James and me. I hadn’t really enjoyed this dick as I should have. My regret kicked in. More he fucked me as his speed and depth increased. Ah, was he a last minute speed fucker? The answer to that was yes. He continued on fucking my ass but every minute or so more that he fucked his speed increased slightly as well as his depth of penetration or should I say at least his attempt to go deeper in my ass. This continued on for about five or six minutes until at last he was now fucking me and slamming into my ass wildly as if on a roller coaster crashing down the longest and steepest hill. His hands now gripping my hips as if they were welded to me pulled me backwards into him with every forward thrust of his hips. At last, I heard him growling—he can make sounds—lowly that raised in his pitch as his thrusts now raced to the known end of this ride. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he bellowed as he shoved his dick into my ass full length pulling my hips almost off driving his hot white glue DNA into my ass as deep as he could. More and more his balls delivered their liquid into his dick and sent it racing through his piss passageway so that it exited into my ass. His growling continued over and over again as the release of his sperm from his body satisfied his animal lust of breeding me. I shivered at the thought of this glorious deposit. I could feel his dick deflating now and the flow of his sperm into me slow as well. I slowly began squeezing with my sphincter milking the last of his deposit. He slowly withdrew his dick freeing it from my ass and hips. “James told me about his new find. You’re a lucky bitch to have him. You’ll find that out. He treats his buddies to breed bitches like you. We get a piece of ass when we want it and you fucking bitches are lucky enough to get a good fuck and cum load. That’s pretty damn good relationship, don’t you think?” this unknown man asked. He laughed as he moved away from my ear. “I don’t give a damn about who found this piece of ass. All I want is my turn in it so I can nut and get back on patrol.” I heard another new voice say. With that announcement, I felt a big pair of hands on my hips as the tip of yet another man’s dick lined up with my ass. (How many men were here?) I felt the gentle pressure grow more and more and more and more as the wide obviously fat head of this dick insisted on entering me. As I realized that this was going to be a gargantuan dick in size, my ass hole finally began spreading itself and widened and widened and widened and widened as more and more and more of this truly big dick head entered me. He did not stop once the head was inside but continued on with his pushing more and more inside. I stiffened up at the size as it was one of the largest dicks that I had ever had in me. I could tell from the way my entrance hole, sphincter, and insides now stretched to the point of tearing. I began shifting about on the fuck bench to no avail. I was strapped down just as its purpose was intended: to allow no freedom to say no to a big dick. This new man’s dick slowly and roughly made its way inside me. My eyes began to tear up. I was sure that he had to be tearing me. I began a somewhat muted moaning around the ball gag in my mouth. More and more of this dick invaded me gliding roughly along the cum-lubed lining. I continued to struggle in my bondage. THWACK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! I felt the flogger hitting my back sending the wonderful jolts of electricity throughout my body. I heard James at my ear, “I told you, bitch, that you would take any dick without complaining. Now, you lay there and be a good breed bitch like you are and take this man’s dick so he can get back to work. You got that?” By the time James had finished flogging me and causing such a distraction and had finished his speech in my ear, the new man had finished his initial entry. He had been kind enough to hold himself once fully inside me until James had finished his corrective measures with me. But, now, it was his time in my ass, and he had to move to get back to work. Back to work not only on his fuck and nutting but back to his employment as well. James had been a wonderful distraction. I suddenly realized that his flogging and chastising me had indeed distracted me from the final sensation of entry of this new man’s dick. The pain had now subsided but was still one of the thickest dicks that had ever been in me. He began to fuck slowly. I came to realize that he knew exactly how thick his dick was. He was taking care not overindulge. I realized also that had he shoved in me full throttle and all that he very well could have torn me. This would not have been something that could be easily explained away in an emergency room. My fat dicked man began a faster movement of his hips slamming his pelvis into my ass cheeks causing his pendulous balls to slam into my balls. Well, more that his pendulous balls slammed into the parachute surrounding my balls sending them forward and creating a bigger swing on the weights that James had attached. I felt the weights swinging in tune to his fucking. He seemed to be timing his strokes to maintaining the pendulum swing that he had created. I tried to focus on that but was too distracted by how my ass felt being so stretched with this fat tuber. He continued playing this “keep the pendulum in motion” game for several minutes more. Then, that telltale sign of hands gripping the hips belied his interest in the game any more. Serious measures were now in order. His fucking began to increase and did not keep pace with the weights. Soon, everything was out of sync, but he continued to fuck on. Harder and harder he drove his dick. I realized that it was not a super long dick, but it was most definitely a thick one. I love them all no matter how they are described. His pace quickened more picking up speed and depth. This was not going to last long. This was a quickie for him. He was under a time table here and had to hurry. More he drove himself into me slapping those big pendulous balls of his into the back of my parachute. He was knocking the contents of his ball sac around stirring them up and demanding action from them that would require his dick to play its part. Again, he increased his hold on my hips as he again increased his speed and depth. The time was just around the corner. Once more speed and depth were increased and then again. “YOU . . . FUCK . . . IN’ . . . BREED . . . BITCH . . . TAKE . . . MY . . . FUCK . . . IN’ . . . NUT! DAMN!” he punctuated each word with single hard and deep thrusts in my ass until he reached the last of his words. He held his dick fully inside me as he expelled from the tip of his dick the joy juice from his balls that he had been knocking around on my parachute. He had been a quickie but was a wonderful fuck . . . as all the men that day had been. My ass drank in all of his ball juice. It was several minutes before I could tell that his dick was finally deflating. Slowly, he began his withdrawal; I attempted to squeeze it but wasn’t sure if I had or not. I’m not sure that my sphincter was responding to my command. As this giant exited my ass, I heard a wet sloppy plop as no doubt his dick hit his balls. I felt a great rush of fluid from my ass. Someone was there immediately scooping it up and pushing it back in my ass. Over and over I felt fingers push the slimy feel of goo back upwards toward my ass opening. I felt fingers pushing inside. This lasted about a minute or so. I wondered how much had escaped. I just knew it had to be James who was doing this to me. As the last vestige of the escaped fluid had been returned to my ass, I felt a hard pressure at my ass and a great shove going full length inside. The turning round and round sensation told me that this had to be James as he had done earlier with the dildo. “You going to be around a long time I can tell you that, bitch. You’re going to find lots of friends up in your ass,” this new man said into my ear and laughed. He continued laughing as he moved away chuckling as I heard clothing being put on. James was at work though. He continued twisting and turning and pumping in and out of my ass this dildo. He had a more determined manner about him though. This time he was working in so many new fresh loads of cum. He was most definitely making sure that he was mixing up all these liquid deposits and pushing them to the walls of my interior while spreading them out over the largest possible area while still inside me. When he was satisfied that all was to his standards, he gave a final push to the dildo and sent it as deep as possible into me. “Give me a hand here, Phil. Hand me that block of wood and duct tape. Hold the wood against the dildo; hold it on two sides.” I heard James say. I felt the change over of who was holding the dildo. Now, “Phil” was pressing against the dildo with a block of wood. I heard a small piece of duct tape being pulled from the roll and felt it being attached to my right hip. It was pressed in firmly. I then heard the duct tape distinctive sound of being unwrapped from the roll and applied across my ass cheek crossing over my ass hole. I felt someone pushing hard on the dildo via the wood block. I felt the tape lift and apply a couple of times until the tearing sound again hit my ears and felt the dildo now pushing very hard inside me. The tape continued to be torn from the roll and was finally applied to my left leg and around to the front of my leg. James was taping this dildo in my ass and increasing the pressure by using a piece of wood to push it in even harder. James repeated the process on the other side going from my left hip to my right leg. I could only imagine the sight of all this and wished I had a camera installed in here. James checked his work. He added two pieces at the end of the tape at my hips crossing the ends perpendicularly. He wanted to be sure that this was not going to come loose. He followed suit on my legs. (This was going to be a bitch of a wonderful time removing this tape from my hairy legs.) “Thanks, man. You can pick’em.” I heard this last voice say as he moved out of the room. I heard nothing. I waited. No sounds at all came from anywhere in the room. I listened harder. Was that the door closing? I rested now. I jumped when I heard James’s voice in my ear saying, “Well, how is my new breed bitch? You ready for me to take out that ball gag now?” I shook my head yes. He removed it, but I remained silent. “You think this relationship might have some perks for you?” I shook my head yes. “Well, to be honest, that’s the way I see it. It also has perks for me, and you know what they are, don’t you?” I shook my head yes. “You proved yourself tonight. You are who you say you are. Only I know more. I know things you haven’t told me. But, in fairness, I never asked. And, I’m not going to ask, because I know the answers already. You know what I’m talking about. No need to verbalize what is obvious, do we?” I shook my head no this time. “You and I have just a little more to do tonight. Another treat for you I’m sure you’re going to enjoy while those loads stew in your ass. You enjoyed what I arranged for you here tonight, didn’t you?” I vigorously shook my head yes. “There’s a lot more coming your way, bitch. It’s nothing you can’t handle though and every bit of it you will enjoy. I guarantee it.” I heard James then move off on his bare feet. I suddenly realized that through this entire night he must have been naked even in front of those other men. That was a different and unexpected thought. I heard a cabinet door open and close and then a drawer open. I heard items being removed and the drawer closed. I finally heard him picking up items and walking back to me. I heard him put his wares on a counter top. He walked over to a corner and then back. I heard him place something on the floor behind me. He then moved back to the counter and transferred his items from there to the new object. Oh, it had to be a tray stand that I had. I now heard him tearing open plastic. I heard the clicking sound of metal items being joined. Clicking sounds of something like a switch were next in my ears. I took all this in but said nothing. He had indeed earned my dutiful trust. I would not question him now. He had done nothing of real deception and certainly not of harm that affected me . . . or my precious girls. He would not do anything now that would destroy that trust he knew I had in him. James teasingly gave my weights a push and let the pendulum come to rest once more. He continued with his preparation giving my weights an occasional push. Was this an intended cover up or was he getting off on seeing my balls swing back and forth like this? I didn’t care I finally decided. As long as he was enjoying himself, so be it. I was enjoying his playing. I felt his hand on my cheek as he began to trace along the outside of my ass opening something metal. It felt maybe wet. Lubed? Pressure increased as James slowly moved this object along the line between my opening and the dildo now so firmly pressed into me. After a few passes, the tip seemed to tenuously find a point of entry. Gently, James pressed harder slowly making headway. This opening was diagonal as he continued sliding this metal rod into my ass along with the dildo. Damn! It had to be an electric probe! Further and further he firmly but gently pushed the probe until it was as far inside as he could get it. He realigned it so that it ran parallel with the dildo. I began to get excited this time as he gave my balls a gentle push. I heard him tear something apart but couldn’t make out what it was. I felt him attaching a contact pad on the backside of my balls. He then applied tape over it. Ahh; the other tearing sound. He repeated his action on the front of my balls attaching a contact pad and then tape over it. I could feel the wires running from the pads. One final pad was placed on the top of my dick and taped down. Not only had James seen my tens units but knew how to use it. And, he was going double use on me. With this configuration he had to have one pad on my balls with the probe in my ass leaving the other pad on my balls with the pad on my dick. “You know, you’ve made a mess below you. You’ll have to clean that up. But, before you do, you’re going to make an even bigger mess,” James said and laughed. We both knew what was in store and what he meant. My head reeled. I could not believe that he was going to treat me so well. He didn’t have to do this. I could take care of myself. I knew how. The first tingle ran into my balls and ass. It lasted mere seconds. Now, balls and dick felt the tingle of the current. Seconds again. James played with me running first one and then the other and then began repeating the low voltage tingling. It was just enough to know electricity was there. Nothing harmful; just low voltage fun between a man and his new bitch. Between a man who was a cop and his new bitch who had been fucked by a couple of the cop’s buddies was what this was now. James was actually going to jack me off using electricity so that he could watch me. After a few minutes of this teasing current, James upped the voltage. He continued to play off the balls and dick and balls and ass combination. I never knew which would give me the volts. I didn’t try guessing. What did it matter? I was getting my ass shocked, my balls shocked front and back, and my dick shocked. In such a situation, did it really matter from where the voltage courses through my body to hit the other lead? Not at all. The fact that James was masterminding this electrical masturbation to set me off satisfied me enough. Upping the voltage brought a big reaction to me now. James carefully orchestrated the dials. He applied one for periods of seconds at this new level switching it off at precisely the point needed. He allowed for recovery before turning the switch on again. He still had me dumbfounded as to which would be used. I only knew that I reacted for him each time that he turned on the unit. It didn’t matter which one it was. Alternating between them consistently and then suddenly he would begin a random use. Each time I stiffened as did my sphincter muscles around the dildo when it was that tens unit or my cock would strain almost imperceptibly. My balls never reacted as they had shrunk as much as they could. Being held in place by the parachute and my leather wrap, they went no where actually. Throughout this electrical play, James had continued his game of pendulum swinging with the weights. I had to know what this meant for him. I had to find out without asking though; that was forbidden. But, whatever the reason, it did provide him with fun and entertainment which was what I was there for. It was after all about his entertainment and being pleased. I realized that for some unknown reason James had stopped. No electrical current had been used in several seconds. Could it have been minutes now? There were only two possibilities: First, he was tired of the scene and releasing me or second, he was going to up the voltage again. I waited and rested as best I could. I was at the edge of the unknown. I could hear, I could not see, I could speak, I just dared not make any sound though. ZAP! My ass and the back of my balls were being fried or so it seemed like. I failed in my duty and did make a cry out but not for mercy. It was more of surprise catching me off guard when the jolts ran into me. I remained stiffened clamping down on the dildo with my sphincter until I thought I would squeeze it in half as I begged my balls to flood my dick with their contents. I strained against my restraints as this new level of electricity raced from the battery past the switch through the cable to the probe in my ass and to the patch on the back of my balls to my skin surface setting off the nerve endings inside my body. This was James’s highest level of electricity yet, and he held it there. My balls could stand no more. They began straining harder still trying to rise up on me with no success but the contents of them began coursing through my body sliding eagerly into my dick where they raced through it and began a faster than imaginable exit from the piss slit on my dick splattering the floor below me. Two fast globs of my own cum load hit the floor before James had time to turn the second tens unit to a matching setting of electricity. He instantly reacted and pulled the lead off the back of my balls allowing only the frontal to send its electricity into me. My entire body shook and strained as this orgasm overwhelmed me. James began turning down the electricity allowing my body to take over. I continued to strain as my balls emptied themselves no doubt of every bit of fluid in them. They had to be as dry as the Sahara. I collapsed as the last of my own orgasm left me. This had been unreal. I had never experienced such before. I began breathing heavily and deeply as sweat rolled off my body and stars shown brightly for me. Saying nothing, James slowly and carefully removed the tape and contact pad from my dick. He did the same for the one on the front of my balls. He slid the probe carefully out of my ass. I continued to breathe heavily but lay there in total exhaustion. My brain was numb. I heard him moving around the room until at long last I felt his hand at my balls once more. He was removing the weights gently. Each was taken off and finally the parachute was removed. He then removed the leather strap from around my balls which had been there most of the day. The blind fold was removed and one by one the straps holding me down were loosened. I stayed where I was though. I knew I would need some more time to put my equilibrium back together. My breathing had become normal, and my eyesight was clearing. I began a tentative rise from the fuck bench. Slowly, I pushed myself up off it until I was kneeling. James now removed the duct tape from my left leg pulling the hair out with it. He did the same for the tape on my right leg. As I steadied myself in this kneeling position, he now removed the duct tape from my hips pulling on the skin. I leaned back forward as he made the final removal of the tape from my ass and removing the wood block which held in the dildo. The dildo was now slowly removed from my ass and dropped onto the floor. Once more I stood up kneeling and began to back my way off the bench. I put one foot on the floor and then the other and steadied myself. I collected my thoughts and mustered my strength. I had a lot of cleaning to do. But, damn, I was in a post-electrified well fucked mood. I turned and looked at James with satisfaction and endearment hoping to see him satisfied and pleased. He reached his arms out to me. I walked the two or three steps to him and was enveloped in his arms. He held me close to him, and I snuggled in. He hugged me tightly. He was satisfied and pleased. There was no doubt in my mind now. He had said nothing but had offered me his arms to be held. We stood there together for a few minutes. I then gently pushed away kneeling in front of him. I looked up at him then at his dick and back to him but said nothing. He nodded. I gently lifted his dick and put it in my mouth closing around it. He almost instantly began to piss. I drank and drank not allowing any of this precious fluid of his escape me. I suckled his dick when the piss stopped flowing. He removed his dick from my mouth, and I stood once more. “You are a helluva good bitch. The best I have ever met. You are tired and need to sleep. And, I’m going to sleep with you. You and I will clean and put everything away from here tomorrow.” James declared. “I truly would enjoy your spending the night but must tell you that my girls sleep in bed with me. They always have.” I had to be honest with him. “I figured that out already, bitch. Now, let’s go upstairs.” James said and smiled. Part 4 We turned off the lights, closed the door, and went upstairs. I let my girls outside to do their business and locked the door once they came back in. I checked the front door and found it locked including the dead bolt. I stood there looking at the locks. James had locked them when he had let the last man out of the house. Of course. He knew he was spending the night, then. I smiled. I walked back through the house finding that James had turned out the lights and met me in the hallway. The four of us walked to the bedroom. James and I tossed back the covers and crawled in covering ourselves. The girls jumped up on the bed, looked at us, and settled at the foot one at either corner. I moved closer to James and found his arms wrapping around me once more. I had no sooner settled myself when I felt his dick growing hard. I reached over and suckled his left nipple before turning my back to him. We repositioned ourselves, and he began inching forward pushing his dick further and further into my ass. “That,” he said, “is for in the morning. Just so you’ll have something to dream about.” He wrapped his arms around me once more as I heard his breathing become shallower. My mind began to wander as I felt his dick in my ass for the third time that day. We four then slept. True to his word, I awoke the next morning with James still inserted in my ass. He had to have reinserted himself at some point in the night as I move around when I sleep. I know as I’ve been harrumphed awake several times by one or both of my girls when I have disturbed their sleep. I had barely awakened when I felt James stirring, tightening his grip around me and pushing himself deeper inside me. “How’s my kunt?” “Tired yet rested. Ready to serve you, Sir,” I responded. With nothing more to be said, I felt myself being pushed over onto my stomach after James had tossed back the covers. We both completed the roll. James began assembling our positions and soon enough I was on all fours with him kneeling behind me with his hard dick planted still in my ass. He grasped my hips as I relaxed in anticipation. Suddenly, James jerked backwards pulling his dick completely out of my ass. I was caught off guard but quickly clamped down on my sphincter closing up my hole. Just as he had planned, as soon as I clamped my ass shut, James invaded me full force going the complete length of his cock into my ass. The searing pain was unbelievably wonderful. Though he had some wetness on his dick, it was not enough to make an easy entry—but, that was okay, too. My head jerked upwards as I opened my mouth to scream with the sound of protest dying in my throat replaced by my yelling, “FUCK YOUR ASS! DAMN HOT! SIR! BREED YOUR KUNT, PLEASE, SIR!” And, breed me he did. His cock pistoned in and out of my ass spreading my innards and continuing the pain that soon became such wonderfully delightful sensations that reminded me of all the fucking and cum loads that I had taken the day before. “YOU . . . FUCKIN’ . . . BITCH . . . WHORE . . . KUNT . . . OF MINE . . . TAKE MY . . . FUCKIN’ . . . LOAD!” James screamed driving his cock deep into me unleashing yet another deposit of his ball juices. He stayed connected until the last vestige of his breeding was delivered. James ever so slowly pulled his cock out of my ass as I tightened down on it so that I could drain every last bit of his DNA into me. James rolled off the bed as did I. I knelt in front of him taking his cock into my mouth where he once more delivered his piss into me. When he finished, he pulled me up grabbing me tightly, then, slapped my ass and said, “Go let your girls out and feed them. I’ll be in the basement cleaning. Bring them down with you and coffee. I take mine black.” He released me, turned away, and began walking out. I took the girls to let them out and fed them when they came back in. The three of us went downstairs. I pulled open the hidden door and the three of us walked in. I signaled for the girls to sit and down at the doorway. I took the coffee to James. I noticed that all the toys had been placed in the sink and that all the paper and wrappings were gone. All the other equipment had been put away. I put my coffee down on the counter and got out my cleaning supplies. I cleaned up the equipment and then the floor. Once the room was back in order, I finished off my coffee. James had done so already. I went to the sink taking out the dildos and placed them in the apartment-size dishwasher. James came over to inspect the washer. He had not realized the significance of it but did now. I prepped the washer and began the cycle. James leaned back on the counter placing his cup on it. “You’re HIV aren’t you?” I looked straight at him stunned at the question as well as caught off guard. “Yes, I am.” I waited to see and hear what was coming next. James looked at me with his arms now crossed over his chest. He stared at me as he thought. “You love getting fucked and taking cum loads. You really get off on poz cum loads.” These were statements not questions. He was declaring an observation and was not expecting a response. “Climb back on that fuck bench. You have a procedure you need before we go back upstairs to talk again.” I walked to the fuck bench and climbed on as directed. I heard James opening and closing cabinets, then, his soft bare feet approaching me. I felt a coolness on my back as I also felt James forcing his index and middle finger into my ass. These two fingers pushed and slid their way into me as far as they could go. I felt then James hook his fingers and began withdrawing them scraping my insides. He moved from one area to another on my insides swapping off his index and middle finger from one hand to the other but continually scraping and abrading my insides. This was a big discomfort considering my weekend. Finally, James was satisfied and withdrew his fingers. I felt the coolness leave my back to feel it at my hole. I pushed outward on my sphincter as James pushed this new cock-shaped dildo into my ass. He pushed it in as far as the safety flap would allow. He gave it a couple of twists and then patted my ass. I stood up from the fuck bench and followed him upstairs. Nothing needed to be said. In the kitchen, I filled both coffee cups once more, and we sat at the breakfast table. We sipped our coffee. James finally said, “You enjoyed every minute of last night. You had fears at one point when you realized that other men were here. But, you finally realized you were safe as were your girls. You do belong to me and are my fucking bitch kunt . . . until I dump you. You can still get fucked by any man you want as long as you know I take precedence at all times. You agree?” “I had some fear, yes, but came to realize that I and my girls were safe with you here. Nothing that we have done causes me any dismay or hesitation to engage in doing with you present. I enjoyed every minute of being used.” I responded. “I always assume any barebacking bottom is poz. You’re the first I’ve ever asked. Knowing that you are HIV is not a deal breaker for me. I’m just putting it together in acceptance for all the kunts I’ve had before. To me, you will always be a fucking kunt to use—nothing more.” James said this last and looked straight at me. “You are stunned if not fascinated or intrigued by my honesty about being poz. I put a face of reality on the issue. You are fascinated at the intimacy that I embrace my HIV status. You are in fact turned on that I love taking poz loads of cum. I know this because you did everything you could to make sure my ass would be primed and ready for absorbing the cum put in there . . . poz or I suspect not.” I responded. James had to understand that I was his fucking kunt, but he got just as high watching me taking loads of cum and especially taking poz cum loads in my ass. He was turned on to seeing me relish the brew that would fill me at his direction. “Sir, with deep respect, it is serving and servicing you that I need. You will find me a willing participant in whatever scene you devise respecting those limits outlined. Seeing or knowing when blindfolded that you are excited or aroused makes me squirm in anticipation. Your visual satisfaction and your sexual gratification is why you will find me your best fucking kunt ever. With each time that you breed me or beat me, you gain more and more of my loyalty if not devotion but only as a fucking kunt for you. Nothing in return is expected from you.” I said all this and then waited. James turned over in his head all of my words. We both sipped from our cups. He finally said, “Last night was only the tip of the ice berg for the both of us. I’ll see what type of fucking kunt you really are and just how far you will go. I’ve never found one of you bitches willing to go where I want to go. I’ll see though. And, I’ll see about those limits of yours. This I will tell you though you’ll enjoy the use by some of my buddies like last night. Not every buddy will know where you live. Only men I work with will ever come here. Anything else will have to be arranged elsewhere. Now, tell me about Starkland. Specifically, tell me about all the men who fucked you.” I gave James my eventful day at Starkland. I told him enough for information but not every little detail. He needed only the highlights to know what all I had done. James cocked his head a bit when I told him about going home with the Black guy and what all had transpired there. He also was keen on just where the three lived. At the end, James was silent. “You enjoyed your entire day, didn’t you?” “Yes, I did. Everything that happened the entire day and today,” I replied. James thought some more. “You really do not care what man fucks you, do you?” “No. More coffee?” I asked rising to fill my cup. James offered his cup to me and asked “Do you party? Do you do illicit drugs? Or have you ever used them?” I walked over and refilled the cups returning to the table. I was caught but had nothing to say but the truth. “I have used pot, poppers, ethyl spray, and snorted coke a couple of times. I’ve also used G once or more used on me. My preferred drug is meth. I’ve snorted it, smoked it—I love shotgunning meth—had booty bumps, and most of all I love slamming. I get physically turned on by slamming. That said, I’ve not done K or X but would love to try them. I just don’t have a source and especially K. I’m very reserved when I use as my body absorbs any kind of drug quickly . . . even legal ones. I’ve been overdosed on Novocain from a dentist. I use enough just to excite me and enhance the playing. I mix my own and don’t take my eyes off it.” James looked at me. “Good. I won’t need to teach you about use and abuse. I’m a cop when on duty. I’ve got my fucking kunts, and I use them hard. I’m just not a prude or a strict enforcer of every law. Every time you use, I’ll be watching even when you don’t think I am. This house is protected now. You are safe. That doesn’t mean you can be stupid. I’ll show you where in here and what. Don’t try to hide anything from me.” “I understand, Sir. However, using illegal such is in your hands alone.” “Now, the first job you have as my fucking kunt is to call those three from down the road and to arrange for them to be here next Saturday to fuck you in your bedroom. I’ll have it wired by then and am going to tape it. You will not tell them they are being taped. Once they have fucked you as much as they can, you’re going to shove a dildo up your ass to keep all that cum inside you, then, call me. I won’t be far away from here. This tape is mine and no one but you and I will ever see it. I will show you where to store here all the tapes I make of you and if something happens to me, destroy them. I’ll do the same if something happens to you.” “If you work out and I see no reason that you won’t based on yesterday, you and I will take some trips out of town. You won’t regret it. What do you do with your dogs when you go out of town,” James asked. “I have friends who look after them. Usually, one or two will move in to keep them company. None of them know about my other room downstairs. I put all private information in there when I’m gone,” I offered. James rose and put his cup in the dishwasher; I did the same following him back through the house to the bedroom. The girls went over to their favorite floor spots and lay down. James stopped beside the bed and was deep in thought. I began pulling the top sheet and covers up. When I finished, James looked at me and said, “You and I definitely will be making out of town trips. Are you available to go the next two weekends? Maybe even gone from Thursday until Monday?” “That would be really fast but possibly I could arrange it.” “You make the arrangements as soon as possible and let me know when. You don’t need to know where just that you’ll be out of town. I’ll give you details later. You have a cell phone that can take calls in case of an emergency. Now, two things: get those three here to fuck you for filming and make arrangements to be out of town for a long weekend. We’ll be flying. I’ll make the arrangements with the airline, hotel, and transportation. I’ll tell you how much cash you’ll need. Everything else you’ll need a credit card. Okay?” James asked. “Yes, Sir,” I responded. James looked around the bedroom. “Go get my clothes while I make friends.” I left to retrieve his clothes from downstairs. Returning, I found James sitting on the floor with my two girls sitting beside him grinning and wagging their tails. I placed his clothes on the bed, then walked to my dresser pulling open one of the drawers. James rose and walked to the bed and began dressing. I immediately returned and took over the job. When finished, I held out my hand. James did the same, and I dropped a house key into his palm. He put it on his key ring without a word. Nothing needed to be said.

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PART 2 The next morning I rose as usual. Waiting for any workman is not easily done for anyone. I got the obligatory call announcing the tech was on his way. (Tech? I thought I called a plumber?) I poured myself another cup of coffee and patiently waited thinking back to the night before. I was taking a sip of coffee when the van pulled slowly up to the front of the house. The driver turned in and pulled to the front edge of the house. I could see him calling his office announcing his arrival. He got out and headed around the front of the van. I had walked to the side door by this time and opened it. I stepped outside and closed the inner door assessing this plumber. He was neatly dressed in company uniform. He stood about my height (5' 10"), looked on the lean side as there wasn't any indication of dunlap (belly dunlapped over the belt) disease, short cut hair, clean shaven, and looked the part of a plumber. Still, he was attractive I thought. Since he worked with his hands, I looked for but did not expect to find a wedding band which my glance proved correct. "Morning. Do you want to see the basement where the back up water is entering the house or the clean out trap first?" I asked. "Good morning. Inside first," he replied. "I'm the tenant but the landlord said your company has a contract with him, and I was to explain what the problem was," I offered to explain my exact position here. "Yeah. We do all his work for him. It's a first for this place though," he replied as he moved toward me. I had put my Elkhound in my bedroom. She was not happy. We proceeded to the basement where he saw the remnants of an obvious back up of water from the floor drain. At least the smell had somewhat abated by this time. I had done nothing to clean the floor yet. I wanted the plumber, uh, tech, to see exactly what had happened. "Didn't spread too far. You're lucky," he said. "Right, but from the distance of the pool and the backwash water going beyond that to the blockage and then back to here it is a quantity of water nevertheless," I put in. "Oh. Right." "So, now, getting rid of the blockage which I believe are tree roots is the issue," I continued. "I am guessing that this will be the need for the auger to cut away the roots to clear the path for the line." "Yeah. It's going to take awhile though I'm guessing. When was the last time you had a blockage in the line?" he asked. "Never since I've lived here. The owner might know otherwise," I responded. We began heading upstairs. I continued, "Roots in a sewer line are bad; I know that. I've had some bad roots of my own but life goes on. Of course, when my sewer line gets blocked it has been the vast majority of time a good thing." I said this as we climbed the steps with me in the lead and him following. I didn't have to look at him that way but dropped the subtle hint. I wondered how he would react or if he would react. I was on very delicate footing here. We continued outside to the backyard where the clean out was located. "Oh! You've got a paradise back here," he said as we entered the fenced backyard which contained the two decks, landscaping, pool, and 65 banana trees all at different stages of growth. I love banana trees filling a backyard and this backyard was what I saw being the place to have all these trees in this setting. I knew I could convert this backyard into Florida north. "And, it's all private with that fence." "I like privacy so that I can be outdoors and enjoy myself," I told him as we had stopped to look. "If you're interested, look around. Once I back my car into the garage and lower the door, I'm on my own as are any guests I might have. It's seclusion at its best. The privacy fence on this part of the yard is double thick. There is an original layer of 6-foot boards with a second layer of cedar boards that overlap the gaps. It's a solid wall of wood so that there can be no prying eyes. I got the landlord to agree to my adding the second layer at my cost. I played it up as being cedar boards which would last longer. But, my personal reason was for absolute privacy." He walked around the pool looking. He made a detailed inspection of the layout which I could tell he truly liked. "You definitely have privacy here," he almost whispered as he neared me. "I bet if these trees and fences could talk. . . ." He laughed and looked away. "I've made sure they can't talk; I've had the vocal cords snipped. Like Vegas, what happens here, stays here," I said. "No one knows what goes on in here but me and whoever else is in here with me." I said quietly making my point. "But, let me show you the clean out. Those bad roots need to go." We moved down the sidewalk to the clean out. "I'll leave you to it. If you need anything, just ring the doorbell on the side door." I departed to go back in the house. He followed me around front where he began unloading his equipment. I went to do some work I needed to do and to wait to hear from him that the plug was removed. I expected it would take quite some time if there was as big a blockage as I suspected. Time passed, and I kept busy. I heard the doorbell and went to the door opening it. My girl also heard the door bell, and she sounded the alarm as well as announcing that she meant business as far as whoever it was wanting to come in. She was not having any of that. "It's not working. I'm not sure what is blocking the line but I'm not getting much out but can't get my auger to budge. If you would, I'd like to show you where I think the problem is." "Sure," I said and followed him this time to the back yard. I closed the gate behind us. We walked on to the clean out where the snake was still inserted. "Well, that looks erotic; big ol' steel hard piece of tubing running into a big gaping hole." He stopped and looked at the clean out and then at me. I stood still looking at him with I knew my eyes glistening because of what I had just said. He continued a back and forth look between the snake and me. "The blockage I believe is back here." He turned and continued back behind the garage. I followed. "About in here is where I think the blockage is judging by how much I've run through the line. It's really big, and I'm not having much luck with it," he said. "Yes, I bet it is big. With the neighbor's peach tree there, I'm sure the roots have taken a toll," I responded. "Sometimes big is good but this time it's not so welcome. Big roots can be troublesome to some." He looked at me again. We stood looking at each other assessing the situation. "You know, big roots need to come out. And, getting them out sometimes requires help. You ever helped getting a big root out?" He stood there looking at me. I took the bait and went for it. "Yes, I've helped getting big ones out. Small roots, medium size roots, but best of all, getting a big root out is what I like doing best. Big ones are a lot better . . . to get out . . . or in." We stood looking at each other once more. Who would now make the first move? It was a contest to see who was going to cross that line first. I was sure he was hesitating just in case I was naive in what I had been saying and that my talk was all about plumbing issues. I needed to be sure in the same vein that he was now talking about sex as I had been. He started to grin. I followed suit. His right hand now slowly moved upward to his fly. Observed peripherally by me so that there was still time for him to back track. Always leave a way out for a man. His other hand joined in the area of the front of his pants uniform. He grasped the metal pull on his zipper and slowly began pulling it downward. I stepped forward and neared him. "You need help with that I believe." I replaced his fingers on the metal pull with mine finishing the job of unzipping his pants. I placed the palm of my hand on the front of his uniform pants and said, "I think that's a start at helping but believe we might want to get out of this sun for any other help. How about we step into the garage for an even better helpful area?" He followed me to the side door which we entered. I closed the door to keep in the air conditioning. He looked around and looked at me once more. I stepped over to the hangers as did he. I pulled my shirt off and hung it on a hanger. I pulled off my boots and socks placing them out of the way. Last, I removed my pants hanging them on another hanger. As I had been disrobing, he had followed my lead. We both now were naked and for the first time faced each other. It was obvious we both were in a state of anxious anticipation as we both had cocks that were filling with desire. I knelt in from of him getting to see and to handle his now filling dark brown cock. I thought how lucky I was. Here I was about to get my second black man's cock in less than a day. I wondered if my luck was turning in this city. My mouth opened and slid down on this cock swallowing it the entire 7 inches that it had to be. I guessed it to be 7 as that what generally fits in my mouth comfortably as did his. I began the out and in drive holding his cock in my mouth as I generated as much spit as I could. I wanted this man's cock soaked. Minutes passed as his cock was stimulated causing it to grow a bit and definitely harden fully. He was a mouthful but not one that was overly so. He stood there patiently as I sucked on his cock and began fondling his kinky haired ball sac. I mashed my nose into his pubic hairs and loved each time that happened. I held the back of his knees for support finally when I heard him begin to grunt and moan. He was reaching his end. I had a decision to make: mouth or ass? Did I dare offer? It might put him off and ruin what I had going. But, he had totally stripped. A man wanting only a blow job doesn't usually totally strip. I found myself pulling off his cock much to his consternation I could tell. "Oh, man! I was almost ready to bust a nutt! Don't stop now," he pleaded with me his eyes wide. "You can bust your nutt but I need you to do that in my ass. Okay? Please, just shove your cock in my ass and let go," I said still kneeling. "No condom? Man, that ain't safe! Just suck it out of me," he said. "No. Nutt in my ass. Now." I crawled over to the padded rug I had on half the garage and got on all fours. "Come on. Shove that hard cock of yours ready to go in my ass and let go." He hesitated momentarily but relented. He took the six steps to where I was and knelt behind me. I felt him guide his cock to my ass and touch home with the tip of his cock. He placed both hands on my hips and gripped me. They reminded me of my behemoth from last night: His hands were also a working man's hands and were marked with calluses and rough areas. I felt a pressure at my hole and began pushing outwards to allow for easier entry. I knew without any lube in addition to how quickly spit dries this would be a not so smooth entry. He pushed on though. "Yeah, man. Shove that big snake in my hole. Bottom out on your first go. Drive it in me and fuck me, man," I said aloud and demanding. I felt his hands grip a bit harder followed by his lurch forward driving as hard as he could. Full length he went just as he had been told. All the way; bottomed out; fully inserted. That's what this called for. He never hesitated once he was in and began pumping my ass. I could feel his prickly pubic hair as he drove in me. Yet, that feeling was only fleeting because as soon as he hit bottom he was on his way out of me until his cock head was barely inside me. Repeatedly he drove in and out of my ass as I began rolling my head from side to side and moaning gently enjoying this fucking. "Fuck yeah, man. Layin' my big black pipe in that sewer of yours. Gonna show you a good root. You gonna need this plumber again to lay some more pipe. Gonna make my own slime in that sewer of yours. You like that don't you? Yeah, man. You need this big black plumber laying pipe in your sewer and pumpin' his own sludge in there. You gonna get it, man. YEAH, you gonna get that sludge of mine sliming your lining. DAMN! FUCK!" he yelled at last and began pumping my ass full of his cum. My plumber had slammed his cock as far into my ass as he could and had grabbed my hips and held them vise-like. His growls, moans, tremens, and groans told me he was in a paroxysm of delight and enjoyment. No doubt this was an unexpected treat for him--and me--that would make the rest of his day slip by but with a smile on his face. I knew I would have a smile on mine. As usual, the delivery all too soon began to slow. My plumber began to breathe easier and to relax a bit considering where we were. I had made the garage at least as comfortable as possible and used it for an absolute get away from everything. When I felt like a hermit, I retreated to it to meditate and reflect. This was a first for my hideaway. I hoped it wouldn't be the last. "Man, I've never had a job like this one. I could enjoy my work if I had customers like you every day," he said. "Damn, man. You had me worked up good, and I was about to nutt. Never thought this would have happened today or with you. And, then, you offer for me to ride you and nutt without a condom. Damn, hot. Just the way I like to nutt." "Well, you make sure you keep my name and address. I'll give you my work number, too, before you leave. Anytime you feel the need to nutt, you let me know. I'll put out the welcome mat for you and your good root," I said. "I'm always willing to take on any man who will ride me bareback and make a deposit. I never turn down a fuck from any man." We were still joined through my ass as we had this exchange at the end of which I felt a slow withdrawal of his cock from my ass. It was for the best. I had given him an incentive now to get the sewer line unclogged and to return for some future fucking. When I felt his cock drop out of my ass, I rose quickly and turned around. I took his cock into my hand and then lowered my head to suck it into my mouth once more. I washed it thoroughly. I wanted to be sure to leave him in a better position than I had met him. We stood up finally and hugged. We walked over and began dressing again for the day. I was going to be unhappy to go to work but at least I'd have a smile to make it through the day. "I'm going to call the office and get another tech over here. I can't get the auger I have to work on those roots. There's one that's bigger and heavy duty that's really needed. So, I'll have the office to have one of the tech's who has one on his van to stop by and help me. I'll keep trying until he gets here though," my tech told me. "That's fine. I've got some work in the house I can do. Let me know if you need anything. And, if you want before you leave, you can lay some more pipe. You know you want to." I baited him. "Oh, and my name is Bill. I believe that after you fucking me we should at least have a name for each other." Without hesitating, he said, "Deal on that pipe, Bill. I'm Aren." I returned to the house and began doing some more light cleaning and paperwork that I had put off doing. I also called work and let them know that the problem was taking longer than anticipated but that another plumber was coming to help. I'd keep them aware of what was going on. I asked if there were any issues and was told none as yet. There were no issues here either.

I do let poz guys fuck me. I like the risk. Generally I don't ask status, but if he tells me he is poz, I make sure he fucks his load deep inside my hole.

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........

I think there shouldn't be one

Buddy! We are all feeling with you. I agree with many others here. This "the bottom is here to serve the top", "it is my duty to take the cock" and so on, can be hot if it is mutual. A clear no, means no. Full stop! End of story! I very very strongly recommend that you are open with your therapist. If you can't, explain to her why you can't be open with her, and she might be able to recommend someone else for you. Their job and sole interest is to get you better. If that means seeing someone else, they will gladly assist. But also, trust me, at least from what you have been sharing with us in the last couple of months, I really doubt that you are the worst she has ever seen. There is a whole other world out there!! So, focus on getting better and try and share with your therapist as much as possible. The more you share, the quicker you will get better!

The story is fiction, but it's based on the fantasies I get when I'm high. I'm partnered, so they're staying fantasies, but if I was unattached. I'd like to live them out. The narrator is pretty much me, especially the vanilla while sober part. And I admit I find it really fucking hot to know I have that side of me. Just take the glass dick, have a couple of hits, and I'm transformed into a sex pig. And part of me says, "that's the meth talking", and part of me says, "so what? that's even part of what makes it hot. enjoy it, whore."

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

This is fuckin Hot! Giving me a case of severe blue balls, and almost makes me wanna try to be a chemslut convert. Anyone willing to teach me?

I was messaged by a member of this site who is also on BBRT(where he got in touch) "Have you heard of The Orgy Guy?" To which my answer was no. "Get invited to an orgy, you wont regret it stud ;-)" This piqued my interest so I googled this orgy guy. In coming across his blogspot page I was met with the same nervous excitement that comes over me when I discover a new fetish, or meet a new guy that I know will push my limits or pull me out of my comfort zone. Like the kind of Top who messages you in the same "you are a slave and I will hurt you" tone of voice in which his profile is written. Who doesn't ever speak to you like a human so you are not sure if they are fully sane. That nauseous but horny feeling was creeping up on me when I was reading the conditions on rsvping to one of his events and thinking "am I actually gonna do this?". After some thought, the answer was finally "fuck it, let's do this". However, I realised I couldn't actually find a contact address or info on his blogspot page, the only other site he was on was a google plus account, so I thought that would have to do, since I could find no email address anywhere. No response. For days no response. Maybe he didn't do orgies any more. Maybe he(like many including me) never checks his Google + account. I had to get a better contact. So back to the barebacker, I asked if he knew, after all it was this guy who suggested him. He was slow to respond but eventually I got an email address. Before I go on, anyone in the New York City area or those planning to visit, I highly recommend you try one of these Orgies, the guy who runs it is one of the nicest guys you can meet and it was a great experience. I emailed The Orgy Guy with his requirements, my stats, some info about myself and a full body pic(nude). The only real requirement is that you are in some way height weight proportionate, he's in no way a body fascist, but anorexic or morbidly obese was a no-go. He even had stats on his site about the average age range and top to bottom ratio. Now the Orgy Guy ran two different nights. Peak and Eruption. Peak is a night for guys who use condoms, and Eruption is for guys who go bare. For the purpose of this site and fantasy, I want to say I attended the Eruption party and was filled with 50 cumshots from anon guys. BUT, since this a completely honest account of my time, I must tell the truth. The truth is, I had no intention of catching hiv or anything else, and although I had a few Bareback encounters I was doing my best to be smart about the guys who I slept with, guys who seemed to not only claim they were neg, but who were recently tested or got regularly tested. My attempts so far were working, according to my rapid hiv tests that I was frequently taking at local free clinics. If I was to enter the Eruption party, all bets were off. What am I going to do? Ask every swinging dick "do you know your hiv status?" before they fuck me silly? Not only is that putting guys in an awkward position(which I wouldn't want to do), it just doesn't fit in with my submissive nature. So if I rsvp'd to Peak so I wouldn't have that problem and I'd enjoy the fuck just as much. The Orgy Guy responded and gave me a list of the next event. Which was only two days away. I couldn't wait. The Party went from 7 till 1, in a nice apartment in Manhattan, I decided to show up at 8, as by then there would hopefully be a few people there already. I stand across the street, watching the door to see if anybody enters. An man in his late 50's enters the apartment which confirmed for me that it was the right place. I head to the door. The Orgy Guy greets me and I enter the apartment. As you walk in there is a toilet to the right, to the left a screen. Behind the screen is a bed and some chairs, with porn playing on the TV. I got stripped down to my boxer briefs and put my clothes into a bag and gave them to Guy. Then paid the 10 bucks donation and decided to tour the apartment. Upstairs was the toilet, bed and seating area, downstairs(the basement) led me to two rooms. One room, a small room with two stools and a sling, made my cock twitch immediately. I had never been in a sling before, this I must try! The next room was a larger benched(or ledge) area with a bunk bed type structure that acted as a tent(as there was no bottom bunk, it simply acted as a den) and a shag rug on the ground. All dimly lit with candles and smelling of incense and poppers. This is where everybody was at first. 6 guys all in a circle, nobody noticed me enter the room. They all seemed to be watching something. I walk over to watch. An older guy (daddy type with beard) on his knees sucking the dick of an athletic black man(mid 30s). As I watched, I could feel hands groping my arse and bulge. I look to the guy who's groping me. A guy in his 30's attractive, very good body, which is normally someone I wouldn't go for(too young and too toned) but I was determined not to turn down any cock that came my way. He immediately goes in for a kiss, we make out and he gropes my ass cheeks. Pealing down my underwear and grabbing my cock to jerk it stiff, I wonder if the attention has shifted from the blowjob. As I come out of the kiss for air I notice it has, a few people are watching. One joins in, two fingers pressing against my hole. The guy I'm making out with pushes my head down to his very nice uncut cock. I think this was the first uncut dick I've seen since I arrived in the states. Other than mine of course. Instead of pulling back the foreskin I slide my tongue underneath it and taste the precum that has built up, before going down on it. I suck and jerk his cock for a few minutes before he takes my hand and stands me up. Thank God, as my legs were beginning to cramp. "Come with me" he says, he's very soft spoken. I start to wonder if he's even a top. All the while this is happening I've been groped and fingered by random hands in the darkness. This seems to be the norm at orgies people feel their way around, as if they're not quite confident enough to just grab me, but not too shy as to just watch. Plenty of molestation then they walk away. It's a nice kind of attention I never received before. I was led to the sling room. In the sling room was a man sitting on one of the stools, and another older guy in the sling stroking his cock with his feet up looking relaxed. "Oh it's taken" says my new friend, and with that he walks out of the room. I stay, standing there watching the stroker. "Hey baby" speaks a deep Texan voice. I turn to look, it's the guy on the stool, he is absolutely huge. He must be at least 6'7" a large build, not toned but big, one might say muscled, but not in a body builder way. Just a man mountain. This turned me on deeply. I walked over to him and he stood up, dwarfing me in his shadow. "Please be a top" I thought, his cock was big, in proportion with his body. We immediately make-out, I try to wrap my arms around him, rubbing his cold ass cheeks and trying to warm them. His dick is pressed against my sternum, which gives you an indication of how big he was. He holds me like a child as his tongue invades my mouth. "So what do you want to do?" he calmly asks, he is totally in control. "Whatever. I'm a bottom so..." "Well I'm versatile, so that works out well." He walks over to the sling and asks the guy if he minds that we use it. He obliges. I stand with my back to the sling and make-out some more. He lays me back on the sling. The warm sweaty leather makes me drip with precum. He straps up and wipes some lube on my well fingered hole. Slowly he pushes himself into me, maybe it was the angle but this was not comfortable. I felt like I had to pee really bad, perhaps it was his size, this was the biggest cock I've taken so far. It's pushing against my bladder, and if it was kosher and an ideal fantasy, id simply piss all over myself. But I'm a polite sub so I hold it in and take the slow deep thrusts he offers up. I'm counting the thrusts, wondering when this is going to feel enjoyable. He's so fat I can feel and hear the rubber of the condom squeaking. Is it going to pop? He's enjoying himself so I'm prepared to let this happen, he is sweating a lot, I really want to wipe his head and chest and lick that sweat, but he's standing upright so I can't reach. Then he leans forward and embraces me, his arms sliding between my back and the leather sling, I get drenched in his sweat as we kiss. This position turns me on so much I could probably cum hands free. "Do you swallow boy?" "Yes Sir" "Ok, open up" I open my gob and expect him to walk over and finish off in my mouth. But to my surprise he's already cum. He slides his condom off. It's been filled. He places the open end in my mouth and squeezes the top and slides the cum into my mouth. It's thick and plentiful, and he rubs my stomach as I swallow it back. He's happy that his seed is inside me one way or another. At this point 3 or 4 guys were standing watching in the sling room, it's a very small room so this seems full. As this giant who's load I just swallowed leaves the room, another man, sort of a scruffy cub type (young, mid 30's stubbled, hairy body and a nice belly(solid)) positions himself at the base of the sling. Instead of pushing his cock into me, he grabs the chains and pulls me towards his cock. He slides in nicely, much more comfortable than the tall Texan. He makes sure he's deep before he pounds it. This feels amazing! I start to get chills through my body, I notice a guy stroking his cock in my periphery. I turn and begin to suck it, it has a strong musky smell, hot. I feel lips on my calf muscle, then teeth, some guy is making out with my leg. Two other hand rub my chest, stomach and nipples. This is fucking hot. Almost every part of my body is in some way being used to get these guys off, I've never felt so wanted and useful. The scruffy cub leans in closer with his mouth open, I remove the cock for a second to kiss him. As he gives me a sloppy kiss I feel his back, it's covered in hair and sweat. I'm happy to discover my newly found love of other guy's sweating on me, it's really primal. The cock is shoved back into my mouth. The cub begins to pound hard and fast. Who is this guy chewing on my leg, kissing and licking it up and down. I can't see due to the cock in my face. One thing I notice is that this cub doesn't seem to want to cum, any time he gets close, he'll pull out and kiss me or suck on my nipples. This guy, who'd normally be too young for me, is quickly becoming my favourite fuck yet. The animalistic noises he makes as he rails my ass, the beard and body hair, the not-too-big not-to-small size of his cock. I want to make him cum though. So the next time he gets into a flurry, before he can pull out to relax. I spit the cock out of my mouth, unhook my heel from the jaw it was clamped in, wrap my arms around the back of his neck to pull him in for a deep kiss, and hook my legs around his waist and pull him in. My freshly chewed calves push against his his hot sweaty ass, and I feel it clench. He hammers me deep, he snorts, he growls, he bites on my lips, drooling into my open mouth. Biting my neck like a vampire his arms buckle, and he collapses on top of me. He's cum! That felt unbelievable, went straight into my top 3 fucks of all time. He kisses me and leaves the room. I need to be upright for a moment so I get off the sling and wipe it down. I resist the urge to lick it clean. I wipe myself off and head upstairs to see what else is going on...

OK so Mr. Craigslist and I met another 3 or 4 times over the duration of my stay, the routine was almost the exact same every time, and I got to know him as a very nice and generous guy. However, I thought seeing as I'm in New York I should try something I never done before. Go to a gay bar. Now I wouldn't have ever considered myself part of the gay scene, I never went to a gay bar, don't dance to club music, and never listened to Liza Minnelli. Just not my thing. I also had a misconception about this being the kind of audience a gay bar caters to, shame on me. I'm not effeminate and don't look for that in a sexual partner. Every hook-up I've ever had up until this point had been organised online. Using the internet, I decided to look for any bars in the city that'd cater to my interest generally older, bear/daddy types(at least that's what it was at that time) and found Ty's. This sounds good, this'll be my first place to visit. Well, to say I was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. I must have walked past the place 3 or 4 times before I went in, I was terrified. Go figure, the guy who wasn't nervous in the slightest to meet a stranger from craigslist is scared to go into a bar full of people in a well lit street. Whatever the logic, this was the case. But I built up the courage put my head down and walked in. TY's Ty's is a small neighbourhoodly bar on Christopher's street that generally caters to older clientèle, everything about it is great. Friendly staff, customers, funny and welcoming locals and in a perfect location, Greenwich Village. I went in on a Wednesday, quite night, so it wouldn't be too over whelming. I went up to the bar where there was a free stool in between a bear and a daddy(perfect position ) The bear immediately introduced himself to me and made reference to what I was wearing, not being appropriate. I had only a jacket and it was freezing outside, it must have been the end of March, but it was cold as hell. I didn't have a big coat to pack with me because Ireland's version of hot and cold, is probably mild in America. Luckily the bar was nice and toasty, but even if it hadn't been. Mr. Bear began rubbing my arms and shoulders. "Tanks" I said dropping the (h) from "Thank You" as us Irish often do. "You're Irish?". Suddenly a few people turned away from the TV to talk to me. They noticed I was the youngest in the bar by a good few years, many began asking me questions like "Are you lost?" as well as telling me about bars where there were people more my age group. I'm 25, but I started to feel like a little kid. I was getting all this attention for the first time, never quite had it before. It was great! I engage as many people as I could in conversation but I was really being bombarded by these lovely people. "This is God's waiting room, you know that?" I laughed at this remark. It had come from the Daddy to my right. Short white hair and a grey goatee, broad but short, friendly and funny. We chatted for a while about an assortment of topics before it got to sex. We talked about what we were both into and he called himself a bit of a pig. I had a hard time picturing this because the guy I was talking to seemed quite sweet. He mentioned The Eagle as being a place to go if I was looking for sex "or there's always my apartment" he said jokingly. "Ok" I said, I could tell he was taken aback slightly. I don't think he expected me to be quite so up for sex. We finished our drinks and caught a taxi heading to his place. His apartment was big and expensive looking, near the financial district towards the south of the Island. We went into his room and he took his shirt off and to my surprise I had realised he had been hiding a rather muscular physique. I felt as if I should be doing some push-ups or something. Then after whipping his boots and socks he beckons me over "C'mere boy" his tone of voice had changed completely, no longer was he a happy-go-lucky bar goer, he sounded gravelly and ready to pounce. I walk over and knelt down in from of the bulge behind those jeans. He unzipped, takes out his cock, and I greet it with a kiss immediately. He puts one hand on the back of my neck and the other on the top of my head and begins to guide my face closer and closer, until his cock is in my throat and my nose is inside his jeans, buried in his fresh pubes. Then he starts to thrust. The callouses on his hand(presumably from lifting weights) rub against the back of my neck and make me tingle, I remember that feeling like it was yesterday. I'm forever remembering little quirks like that, those are things I tend to enjoy most. At this point he's thrusting his hips forward, I'm swallowing back spit and massaging his cock head at the same time, he seems to enjoy that. After a while of fucking my face he takes his jeans off and lies back on the bed. "Lick Daddy's ass boy" I oblige, it's one of my favourite activities, his hole smells clean but it's sweaty. I imagine him sitting on that bar stool for all those hours and me cleaning Daddy's sweat, and making him feel good. I take turns licking his ass and sucking his cock and balls, using my tongue like a blind man's stick. Never lifting it from his skin. "Yeah boy, you daddy's little pig?" I nod "Uh huh" is all I can mumble with a mouth full of dick. "Get on yer back" I lay on my back. He yanks me by both ankles so my ass is in the air and I'm all folded up "Mmm hmm" He squeezes my ass cheeks while stretching them apart, then he spits on my hole. At this point I'm in heaven, his strength really impressed me, where did this beast come from? He stand on the bed and mounts me, I hold his ankles for balance. His cock plunges down into my hole, one dip, all the way to the balls. It hurts enough to take my breath away. "Take it" I think, he's in so the worst is over. Then he transforms from a human man with sex on his mind, into a fucking jackhammer. This guy's hips had a motor in them, I'm convinced! He fucked me like he was drilling for oil, I got shivers, I felt sick, then I felt like I was going to cum. Thank God his cock was average in size, because any bigger and he'd have split me in two. After about two or three minutes of him pounding my guts, he switches my over to doggy, and continues at the same pace. He had some stamina. He hooked me in some kind of full nelson and let me have it, then noise and feeling of his balls slapping my ass was incredible. "Where do you want me to come boy?" "Where ever you want" I reply in a shallow breath. He pulled out, came on my hole, then stuffed it back in to squeeze out the last few drops. Fantastic. I fell asleep in his arms. Stonewall What an odd night this was. I had been to Ty's a few times now and was making friends with the locals. "Why don't you check out Stonewall?" says a new acquaintance. "Why not?" I thought, I had already been briefed on it's history and it's only down the street. So I go down to see what all the fuss is about. Stonewall is a lot closer to what my preconceived idea of a gay bar was, tacky music, flaming queens all that jazz. I sit up at the bar. The barman, a middle-aged very touchy, very friendly man serves me a beer, and popcorn of all things. I started chatting to a guy who tells me he's an author. If I had a dollar for every author I met in New York. He kind of looked like Val Kilmer actually. Anyway after a drink or two, the barman is pushing us closer together, forcing our heads towards each other trying to make us kiss, which we do. As we are making out the barman puts Val's hand on my cock through my jeans. "This is so odd" I thought, I had heard of barmen playing cupid, but it was as if he was looking for a show. I ask him if he want's to hook up. He tells me he can't as he has a boyfriend. I'm not fussed as he isn't really my type. He leaves. I finish my drink and think of doing the same after I head to the toilet. when I get back there are two girls beside my chair I go to pick up my jacket. One of the girls(very attractive) pinches my cheek "You're so hot, I wish you weren't gay" she says in a funny accent(they were both french canadian) "I'm not" I replied with a lightning quickness. I'm bisexual, so technically I was telling the truth, with a slight omission in order to get me laid somehow. I hit it off with these two girls and before I knew it, it was closing time. They invite me back to there hotel and tell me they have beer. YES! I'm excited to see where this goes but confused at the same time. Am I getting into a threesome here? "This'll be a good story for the boys back at home" I think. By the time we got outside to get a taxi, two guys had joined us. I have no idea where they came from, they didn't know each other, my only guess is they also met the girls at some stage in the night. One guy was skinny tanned, Italian American looking late 20's very charismatic. He lived here, the rest of us were tourists, the other guy was a clean cut Norwegian guy, who had his eye on the girl I was hitting it off with. He had no chance I thought. She was really giving me the signs. Anyway for whatever reason they were part of the group now, so we all hopped a cab back to their place. When we get to the hotel room, I'm surprised by how small it was, I didn't know they had rooms this small in Manhattan, One double bed and an en suite. "How is this going to work?" I thought, I began imagining some orgy of sorts. I start with the kissing and heavy petting of the french canuck, not concerned with what the others are doing(drinking and talking). I get tapped on the shoulder, the skinny dude(lets call him slim) wants a word with me in the bathroom. I walk in. He closes the door "Hey man, check out those girls" he says as he confidently whips out a bag of cocaine. WTF? He does a line off of the sink and offers me one. I decline. At this point the girls open the bathroom door and are livid. They tell us the party is over and kick us out. I'm in shock, the whole event happens so fast and is so bizarre. Who are these idiots and how did they come to ruin my chances. As we are leaving the hotel. Slim leans into me and says "You fuck guys too right?". What?? How did he know? What a presumptuous thing to ask. He seemed unfazed by the whole thing, maybe it was the coke. I answer "yeah"; "Cool, I know a place we can go". It got weirder. As we are walking to this place Slim spoke of, which was only a few blocks from the girl's hotel room. Our Norwegian friend(Johan) asks what we're doing, Slim turns around and tells him out straight what's happening, not only that he asks "Are you down?" "Yes sure" Johan replies! What Are you kidding me!?! Did I just go from having a potential threesome with two straight girls, to having a threesome with two guys, is this real life? What are the odds? We get to the second hotel room of a very seedy building in which Slim seems to know the guy at reception, this seems like a sex place. I wonder how many times Slim has done this. He's very coked up at this stage. The room is bigger than the girls' room, haha. Johan wants to know who has condoms, Slim says "It's fine, it's fine." I don't offer up my ass, I have a strange feeling about Slim. We all strip and Slim's cock is a piece of work, thick, long and veiny as fuck. It drew me in like a magnet, I start to suck on it. He's impressed by my deep throat skills, he has a nice thick black bush that I start to get wet. I can here him and Johan making out and I'm on cock duty. "You wanna give me that ass?" Slim says to Johan, "yeah baby" he answers. Slim turns on the TV, straight porn is playing. This is definitely a sex place. Johan gets on all fours on the bed, he's a hairless twink, def not my type, but objectionably very attractive. Slim pushes his monster cock into his asshole, as Johan sucks on my dick. It's hot to watch, but he can only accommodate just over half of the cock, I doubt I'd have been able to take much more if I'd have volunteered. Slim makes due and begins the fucking. Johan's blowjob skills aren't the best so I move to the back of Slim and begin rimming him as he's fucking Johan. He loves it! He lets out a moan and puts his arms behind his head to relax as we treat him like a king. Slim slowly pulls his cock out of Johan, it's clean as a whistle. "Come here come here" he tells us, we both start sucking and caressing his cock, and making out with each other around his dick head. "Aww fuck yeah" Slim is in heaven. It doesn't take much jerking for him to blow a thick load in my mouth, it tastes nice but I don't swallow. I look to Johan, Slim asks him "you snowball?" Unfortunately Johan refused, I was game. Slim shrugs dips two of his fingers into my open mouth then tastes his cum on them. "MMmm that's it, swallow my load" I gulp it down. We go to bed tangled up in each other, kissing every no and again before falling asleep. I awake in the morning with an arm around Johan, Slim has up and left. The place looks sleazier in the daytime than it did at night. Johan awakes and immediately without prompting start to take care of my morning wood. He does a much better job this time. I finish by jerking off into his mouth, he lets it run out of his mouth. I find it hot. We clean up leave the hotel and go our separate ways. I'm not exactly feeling good about the night before, it was just too weird, and I was really up for a threesome with those girls. But as far as consolation prizes go, this wasn't half bad. Nowhere This was another place a guy from Ty's suggested it was close enough to Union Square and are I was familiar with, so decided to see what it was all about, after all at this point I was a gay bar convert. Much bigger than Ty's but not as queeny as Stonewall and I'm thinking this place could be just right. I order a beer and head down to the pool table at the back of the bar, it's a lot darker than the previous two places and the ceiling is quite low, giving it a claustrophobic quality. After a game of pool with a nice man named Ricardo I went back up to the bar to sit and watch. And older man next to me was trying to strike up a conversation with me, however he was very drunk and I had a hard time understanding him. He seemed to speak in metaphors as if he was trying to be mysterious, but it was really missing the mark. I was getting frustrated with him until someone who was sat on his other side basically told him he's had too much too drink. A tall black man who was standing behind me made a joke about this situation, and we started talking. His name was Bruce. He was very smooth handsome, black dreadlocks(short) with a black goatee, well dressed, and very manly. We hit it off, he asked if I wanted to come outside for a smoke. I don't smoke, but joined him anyway because he was hot. I was really enjoying this new way of meeting guys, the spontaneity of it all bet scrolling the internet for a guy who might no show when you're supposed to meet. This was cool, different. "We should grab some beers and head back to my place, I'm just around the corner" That was fine with me, if he insists. He led the way. We got to his and put on some music. "You want a hit?" he said as he held up a little glass pipe with pot in it. Usually it does nothing for me, but I was in the mood to mix it with sex and see if I'd enjoy it more. This would be a nice of first incidentally. First time being with a black man, first time mixing pot and sex. Boy did it work a charm. As everything began to tingle we started to make-out for the first time that night. His tongue was thick, wet and knew its way around. So did his hands, guiding my hands to where he wanted them, his crotch, his neck, up his shirt to feel his skin. My head is feeling light at this point and his takes of my shirt and pants, rolls me back and begins to use his talented tongue on my ass. It feels delightful. He has a long tongue. My ass opened like it was taking a dick. He moans with his tongue buried in my ass, that deep moan vibrates my whole body. Is this the pot, or is this man made of silk? "Come here suck my dick for a while" Yes sir, one of my favourite activities. I pulled down his pants as he took his top off. I peel down his underwear, wow. A nice fat uncut cock, nothing surprising, but big none the less. I wrap my lips around it and breath in. There is a very strong smell of sweat from his dick and balls, very enticing. I suck it down and massage the head with my throat, I try to stick my tongue out to lick the balls at the same time, it makes me gag. "MMMMMNNNYEAH That's so fuckin hot" He likes it when I gag, knowing that makes him feel good I position his cock at an angle, so that when he pushes his dick down it hits my gag reflex. Now he's in control of when he wants to gag me. He has fun with this as I can hold my breath for quite some time. He says he want's my ass. He goes for the natural lube, simply spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock before inserting it into my hungry ass. I was expecting pain, this was another first, first time fucking without lube. To my surprise it didn't hurt one bit. Although his cock was quite large, it was soft, not flacid, but spongy. It felt amazing going in. He starts to fuck me on his couch. I'm bent over the arm of the couch while he stands, a position he dictated. He fucked good, not too fast not to slow and getting that nice pop pop pop sound on every thrust. Before long, we were both laying on the couch, on our sides, me with one leg in the air him drilling deep. The pace was picking up. I was rubbing his body all over. I like to get quite tactile, unless the guy isnt into it, then I'm just as easily happy being used like an inanimate object. He liked the touch. He were both now covered in a thin later of sweat, I was enjoying rubbing the sweat off of his body onto my face, covering myself in his scent. That strong sweat. I could feel that he was approaching climax, so I pushed against his thrusts to milk that cum from him. He grabs my hips and lets out a loud moan as he pumps one into me. We lay on the couch for a while, with his dick still in my, twitching every so often. I could lay like this for a long time. He pulls his cock out of me and jokingly pushes me off of the couch to the floor. As if to say "I'm done with you, cumdump" what he actually says is "Lets go to bed" Laying in bed I feel nicely stoned and satisfied, I'm ready to go to sleep. "Turn over" I turn over. "Stay still". Ok. He slides his dick into again. How he has the energy is beyond me. He starts to go for it, holding my hips and fucking my still body. I start to breath heavily, a few small moans and groans escape me. "Ssshh play dead, play dead" "Wow, this is hot" I think. I go limp and play dead like he says. He fucks another load into my lifeless body, much more aggressively than last time, although it doesn't hurt at all. I could fall asleep like this. If I wasn't so horny. We kiss a little before nodding off. I saw him two more times before the trip was over. If this is what gay bars were like, I've been really missing out.

After my first sexual experience in New York City with my throat fucking top, I felt a little bet up. I had been throat fucked before but never that hard and thorough, the man was a professional neck plunger. It hurt a little to swallow, which actually turned me on, because all these years of being into throat "use and abuse" I was for the first time feeling abused. Also, my top lip hurt from his pelvis pounding my mouth. The next day I got a message from him on Recon. "I hope that was what you were looking for, I know I certainly was. Def want to use you again" I ended up meeting up with him another time, which was just as good as the first. But I still wanted to be able to take dick should the opportunity arise. However, it had been a while and only a few times that I had taken a fucking. Everyone I saw cruising Recon seemed to be a little on the experienced side, which I found a little daunting, as the last thing I'd want is to disappoint an angry Top. The kind of Top i'm into is a dominant(not rude) kind of sleazy top. In terms of looks I'm not picky or judgemental, I like a guy who's older than me and the shaved head Daddy type is definitely the ideal choice. But for what I had in mind, Recon just wouldn't do. I needed a guy who would take it easy on me at first, ease me back into the anal game. I needed an advert. I went to craigslist to put up a specific request as to what I needed. Then I got distracted. The first advert I saw in the m4m section piqued my interest. 100 dollars to accompany a man to dinner in a fancy restaurant, no sex, no games. "Well" I said to myself "I could do with 100 dollars". Fuck it, this seemed to be my mentality more and more as I lived in the city, throwing caution to the wind, not thinking about serial killers, rapists, or blackmailing. I sent my face pic and a quick message. The guy replied. He was a very forward Italian American with a good sense of humour in his late 40's. We chatted a bit online and arranged to meet. This may sound strange, but I wasn't nervous in the slightest as I stood out in the cold waiting for him to come pick me up. I was actually excited, this could be my first New Yorker friend. He pulled up in his truck, he looked like an extra on the sopranos, and talked like one too. This I liked, he was almost exactly how I imagined him(he typed the exact same way he talked), he was funny and confident. We got to know each other and he took me to a nice place in Manhattan, great food. After dinner he said "let me take you to this bar", I thought why not. So as we are driving to the bar he mentions the 100 dollars for the first time. "So you gonna let me blow you for that hundred bucks?". Huh? This had me confused, the entire time we talked he was talking about women he screwed, girls he fancied. His advert was weird, but he never came across to me as gay, and what happened to "no sex"? I didn't want to mention any of this because I thought it could lead to an awkward moment or some confrontation. I just laughed nervously and said "what?". "You don't gotta do anything you don't wanna?". I was still a little confused, did I have to let him blow me in order to get the hundred, or do I get it at the end of the date? Okay, reading that back I probably sound like the biggest slut around, I'm really not, but at the same time, how many people would turn down being paid to get your dick sucked?! "It's Okay, I'm game" I said. He pulled his car up on some dark street in Rockaway. "Get in the back" "Here?" "Don't worry, get in the back" I climb into the back seat, as he leans back the front seat. I whipped my belt off and pulled down my jeans. He grabbed my cock with his mouth through my boxer-briefs and began to jerk me off with his mouth. The whole spontaneity of the situation gave me an instant erection. He then took my dick out, "Holy fuck" he must have been impressed with the size. My dick isn't huge, but it's a pretty good size, it got a lot of compliments in the U.S. It only goes inside girls though(with the exception of two guys in the past). At this point my meat was in the back of this guy's throat. He was a good cock sucker I must say. Although the idea of this older tough guy Italian American sucking my skinny Irishboy cock, wasn't exactly a fantasy of mine. Luckily I had enough drink to not over-think it and enjoy the warm wet mouth around my dick. I decided to lean back across the backseat, and he must have took this as an invitation, as he then mounts me in a 69 position. He then takes out his roughly 6 inch thick piece and jams it in my mouth. I throat it with ease, he wasn't a face fucker so he was groaning at the fact I could swallow him, which after what the first guy from Recon put me through, this I could do in my sleep. After a while of getting each other's dicks wet. He asks if I'd like to stay at his. "Sure, why not?" As we approached his nice big house, with a pool in the back(for any American, every house/apt we see looks huge in comparison to the average Irish property. In fact when people tell me they have a "little apartment" in the city, I smile) "We might have to sneak in, my brother's staying for the weekend." This made me a little on edge, what would happen if he saw us? I'm a pretty discreet guy in general. I don't want to have to witness this guy's forced coming out party to his sibling. Luckily he wasn't there. We went up to his room, he turned on the TV and I continued to suck his cock. "You're so fuckin hot baby" he said, in a way that I felt he had said to many girlfriends in the past. I could be very wrong, but I got the sense that all of this was quite new to him. Anyway we stripped down to our underwear and spooned. I was the little spoon. I thought we were going to go to sleep, he had different plans. His hand slides down my underwear to cup my ass cheek, it felt nice. "Woah, fuck yeah" he whispered. I was closing my eyes ready to hit the hay, then I hear him sit up and fumble around with something. I hear a click, like a bottle cap pop open. He then slides his hand back down my boxers, and rubs something cold between my cheeks. Holy shit is he gonna fuck me? This is not what I was expecting at all just a few hours ago. Before I could think another thought, he slides my underwear down to my knees, and I feel the warm head work it's way to my hole and force its way in. The first thrust hurt like hell! I winced in pain and let out an audible "Ouww". The second thrust knocked the air out of my lungs, the third thrust curled my toes and made me grab the sheets in pain. He fucked without any rhythm or coordination which made it really sleazy, also he sweat a lot, I could feel it dripping from his head onto my back. I thought to myself "Oh my God. I'm getting fucked in the ass for 100 dollars....and I fucking love it!" I started to push back against his thrust to try to hurt myself more. I did this in a similar way I used to enjoy twisting a loose tooth as a child in order to make it hurt so much I would become accustomed to the pain. It didn't take long for him to come. I didn't say a word. He wiped his sweat off my back with a towel, then wiped his face and dick and threw it on the floor before cuddling up to me again. After some gentle kisses to my neck he says in my ear "By the way, if you get pregnant we're keeping it" I fall asleep. The next morning he wakes me up. We sneak out of his house and he drives me back to my block. True to his word he pays me 100 bucks and asks to meet again. I walk back to my apartment with a spring in my step and cum in my ass. When I get inside I immediately go to the bathroom to push his load out, and boy oh boy did he empty his balls. Seeing how much cum he left in me gave me an instant erection and I finished myself off thinking about the night before. My ass had been broken into, was given a taste of cum, and it was craving more...

hot pic rawraw, makes me want to stick my topngue right up your lovely bubble butt!!

FUCK! Rawx3...you're so damn fucking hot, don't think anyone would need Tina to obey your commands.

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

hadn't really thought about this but recently found out my partner had fucked and bred a 13y old last year. I wasn't too happy about that, but when he showed me the texts and pics it was very clear that this kid was very sexually aggressive towards him. Made me think. I think 15 is a good 'legal' limit, but every case should be seen separately.

We got into his pickup and I belted myself in, still feeling my nerves twist and spin in my stomach. When he got in and started up the car, he looked over at me briefly. "I'm outside the city. That okay?" "Yeah," I said. First agreement. My voice came out a little uneven because of my nerves, and I was hyper-conscious about this "game" I'd agreed to and where it was taking me. He glanced at me for a second, smiling in that gut-clenching way. "I suppose you prefer it when the guy is closer and you get to go faster, huh?" Shit. I forced the word past my lips. "Yeah." Goddamn it. As hot as he was, and as hot as this whole strange game was, I was starting to feel a lot more nervous about this whole yes/yes/no thing. He nodded, once. "Well," he said. "I promise it'll be worth the trip." That made me shift on my seat. My dick was getting hard. He had a gravelly voice, a rough look to him, and the frank way he was talking was a definite turn on. He looked at me again. "You're not used to being patient, are you?" "No." He smiled again. "Well sit back and relax. It's about a half hour more." We drove on in silence. * His place was a small converted farmhouse and when we pulled into the long driveway, he reached out with one hand and gave my shoulder a quick squeeze. "See, boy, patience is a virtue." I blushed and he chuckled and pulled into the former barn, which had been turned into a garage. We got out of the pickup, and he closed the barn door after us, then led me into the small farm house. Inside, he shrugged off his coat - I did the same - and he looked at me again. I couldn't believe I'd gone home with a stranger - and I didn't even know his name. "You want a tour?" he asked. "Sure," I agreed, remembering at the last second that I was back to the first "yes." He walked me through his kitchen, and paused in the livingroom/diningroom when I saw the flat-screen television that seemed out of place in the small and mostly traditional looking farm house. "I like porn," he said, with a shrug, and I had to laugh. He smirked at me. "I'm sure you watch porn, boy. I bet you like it nice and dirty, don't you?" "Yeah," I said, and it came out easily enough because it was true. He laughed and led me up the stairs, and the first door we entered was obviously his bedroom. It wasn't a large room - none of the rooms in the small house were - and the bed dominated the space. It had a kind of cross-hatched headboard, and thick green blankets and pillows. A chest of drawers and a cabinet closet was the rest of the furniture. The older man was very close behind me, and his hand took the back of my neck, his rough thumb stroking along the line of hair where it reached my neck. "You need to say any of the other rooms?" he asked. "No," I said. I nearly choked on the word. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't think so. You want it bad, don't you?" "Yes." His hand slid down my neck to my shoulder, and he pushed just enough to make me walk to the edge of his bed. "You're an impatient boy, aren't you?" "Yeah," I said, and swallowed. His hands slid down my arms now, and his fingers moved to my waist, sliding just under my t-shirt, teasing a little. I shivered. "You gonna be a good boy for daddy?" Shit! "No," I said. I tried to make it sound teasing or something, but it came out a little crooked. His fingers hesitated just a little, and then he gripped me tighter, and turned me around. I looked up at him and swallowed, hard. The look on his face was amused, aroused, and... just a little mean. "A bad boy, then," he said. "Daddy likes bad boys, too. But you know bad boys get punished, right?" I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak. "You want daddy to punish you, don't you, boy?" I bit my bottom lip. Nodded again. Two agreements. He leaned forward, and his hard-on was very apparent against my stomach, even through his jeans and my shirt. His lips were close to my ears. "You got any hard limits I need to know about, boy?" "No." He smiled, and pushed me over onto the bed.

Beer PISS always seems the best,water,tea always decent. Sweet PiSS I never get off on hate Gatorade,soda, as a college kid one of my first PISS scenes was with a man who had been drinking gin damn near changed my mind about flagging yellow(almost). Now chem piss is a whole different story way too many tales too tell.................

His use of the word "oriental" said it all for me. LOL

Lets "keep it real" here, black guys are the bottom of the barrel in the gay food chain. Reality is that most white men are NOT into black guys. My years in gay community, I have learned that a lot of white men are very ignorant and their lack of interest in black men is due to that ignorance. Most are quick to say they just do not have a preference for black men. I strongly believe this lack of preference is due to lack of exposure. These guys live in their white bubble: white friends, white neighborhood and their day to day lives do not include any black interraction. Their perceived lack of attratcion to black is because they do not know any black people and their beliefs about blacks is all based on negative stereotypes. If these guys actually took the time to get to know a black person, I am sure their preconceived notions would be proven false. As a black man, I have found interacting in gay community is nothing but an experience of constant rejection. If I had a quarter for every time I heard "not into blacks." When I was younger, it was beyond hurtful to hear that rejection. When you are 18, 19, 20 and all you want to do is meet people and date and all you hear is, "not into blacks", it is a knife to the chest and I often left bars or logged off online feeling like the ugliest thing in the world. It wasn't until in my late 20s I began to not give a fuck. In college, I went to live in Europe for a year and it was the best experience of my life. I was amazed how race when it came to dating and meeting men was a non issue. There, I had no problems finding dates, hook ups. It was amazing time and what a self esteem boost the experience was. Granted, I knew some of the guys there were only interested in me b/c they wanted to experience a black guy, let alone an American but for the most part, race was not an issue while in Europe. I am an equal opportunity fucker. Hot is hot and it comes in all shades. I will say that within the past few years, especially when I lived in Washington DC (lots of GBMs), I began to date/fuck with less white men and have found myself seeking guys of color (black and latin) as preference. I find the experience more welcoming especially as I see more and more latin and black guys sticking with their own kind.

Damn fukker!! Between you and WhtHole4U and his Dr Mike stories, I probably have been jacking off more this week than I have since I was a teenager! Great, if a bit twisted and sick, story! Sure hope the high school bully Jordan gets poz before Matt does- would be sweet poetic justice-- hell, the girlfriend too!! The real fuck twist would be if Matt never converts in spite of his Dads efforts- but all the tormentors get the bug-- especially his Dad.

Ditto at starting early with no coercion.