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The Fort was a pub in East London, which was a sleazy, dark old victorian building which held boots-only days on Wednesdays and Saturdays. It was the kind of place no one admitted to going to, but a lot of people did, and you could fuck wherever you wanted, even at the bar, and few people used condoms. The regulars were pretty sleazy too, mostly trolls and one or two young guys like myself drawn to the danger like moths to a flame. Sadly, its gone now, torn down for housing. I had only been there once or twice and on each occasion had come away with a couple of loads in my arse, but I was still neg. Part 1 One Wednesday I went in, paid my fee, and was given a locker key. It was gone 2.30 so the owner had turned the lights down and the music up loud. I could see naked men walking around in the gloom as I headed to the bar for a drink. Someone caressed my arse, and I turned to see a middle aged guy, lean and olive skinned, veins standing out on his wasted thighs and a bulging belly above a long, thick cock with a cock ring around the base. I gave him a timid smile. "Hi." He smiled back "Nice arse," He replied with a slight Italian accent. Something about him mesmerized me, which he seemed to recognise as he guided me over to some chairs. He made me lift my legs and probed my hole with his finger. I was dry and a bit nervous. "Push it out," he ordered, "push it onto my finger." I lowered my legs. "I need some lube" I made to get up to get some when he said "Sure, but no condoms, okay?" He held my gaze and I shivered with excitement and revulsion. I returned to the chair with some sachets of lube. He lifted my legs again, tore one open and smeared the cool lube onto my arsehole. His finger slid in easily and he encouraged me to push my hole open. "They like it like this," he said, "puffy and open pussy, eh?" With his other hand, he smeared lube on his cock and began to jack it off as his finger slid in and out of me. "Are.. are you..y'know, poz?" I asked, my cheeks reddening with embarrassment. He laughed. "Sure!" He said." 20 years and without meds." His finger slid deliciously in and out of me as he encouraged me to open myself until my pussy was gaping and wet. I saw other naked men standing at the bar watching us, their erect cocks testament to the excitement of what they were watching. Suddenly his finger withdrew and he crouched over me, sliding his cock into me in a single, unexpected, delicious rush. "W..wait !..." I gasped, squirming on the hard wooden seat as his cock started to slide in and out. "Okay," he said, and slid out of me, sitting back on his chair and sipping his beer. I was breathing hard, and my hands were shaking with excitement. "How many times you been here?" he asked. "A couple." "Been barebacked?" I nodded in reply. "Well, you better get dressed and go, because if you bareback here you're gonna get knocked up sooner or later," he continued. His words shocked me. T he was right but I also recognised the hunger in me his words created. I sipped my drink, then hesitantly raised my legs. He smiled, leaned forward and thrust his disased cock into me again, sliding it slowly and lasciviously in and out of my hole. "Good." He said. " Good. When you join the club, you won't have to worry any more." He pulled out and grabbed my arm. "C'mon, let's do this right." I followed him to the darkroom at the back of the bar, my legs like jelly and my heart pounding with fear and excitement. Several trolls got off their bar stools and followed us, flabby bodies sweating with excitement. In the darkroom, I could barely see but the man guided me onto a slimey leather bench somewhere in the middle. "Kneel !" He said. I got on to the bench and knelt, resting on my forearms with my arse upraised. He came around and stood before my face, his drooling cock against my lips and I felt his hands reaching down my back, spreading my cheeks and smearing more lube in my hole. I couldn't see a thing, but my other senses seemed heightened and I could smell sweat, cum and body odour as I was surrounded by bodies in the darkness. I felt a hand on my buttock, sliding between the cheeks and seeking out my hole. The italian's hands spread my cheeks further, and suddenly a blunt, thick cock slid into me, and a hairy belly was pressed against my backside. I squealed like a stuck pig, but my friend cupped my face and kissed me in the darkness, whispering that I shouldn't worry, that it was a gift, and after I was pregnant I'd never look back. The man in me was fucking me hard, and suddenly he pushed deep into me and I felt his cock stiffen as he spurted. "Oh..no! " I gasped. But now some poppers were thrust under my nose and I felt my resistance going. The cock left me, I felt a gush of sperm over my balls and knew I had been impregnated. Before I could move, a second cock slid into my wet hole and began to fuck me, as the italian guy fed me his cock and whispered encouragement in my ear. Four or five guys had me, and they left my hole puffy, gaping and dripping. "Now it's my turn." Whispered the guy. " I'm going to give you my babies " With that, he slid around behind me, and I felt his long, firm cock slde up me. I pushed back to meet it, tears on my face, knowing I was lost even as he began to shudder and spurt inside me.....

I secured the boy's feet in the sling, tightened the straps around his wrists and shoved a hard lump of tina into his tight sphincter, roughly massaging it into the heat of his pulsing ass. He said he was a top, no questions , and as my single digit explored his hole I believed him. The boy was fixed tightly around my invasion, I could feel the pressure around my knuckle as he pushed hard against the burning drugs melting into his system. "Nice, lad" I said, keeping my finger dancing along his prostate, watching the expression of clean cut, boy next door 19 year old struggle against the sensations of pain and pleasure. He broke into pearls of sweat that dripped off his tight abs onto the concrete beneath him. "Uh...Uh" he moaned as I twisted the last remnants of the rock deeper and deeper into him "Oh fuck" he cried, shaking in the sling. I smirked as the crystal vanished and the boy visibly started to relax, I kept my finger in his warm cunt, leant over his jock boy frame, and kissed him hard brushing his damp mop of dark hair across his brow. "Oh Fuck..." He moaned into my mouth as I drew my finger out his quivering pussy. His twink cock was rock hard, a silver stream of precum pooling under his abs. I stood back up, scooped up the entire pre load and fed it to him off my fingers. It'd been a good night in the end. I looked down at my broken little top, slurping his own cum off my digits and couldn't help a broad grin. The hottest twink in the club - mine to abuse for as long as I wanted. Only I hadn't wanted him, I'd wanted his cute-as-fuck, shy little jock friend. I'd tried every trick in the book to get him where the hot twink now found himself. I pushed my fingers further down the kid's throat, taking out a little frustration. Twink; jock; chem; "There, there" I soothed, drawing them out as he gagged and coughed. "You gotta get used to it, you want to please me don't you? You want to get me off, right?" I asked He looked at me with fawning eyes. "Yes...God, I want to get you off...I want to make you cum" "Who said anything about cum boy" I said laughing, gently running my hand down and up his tight, taught little six pack. He looked at me quizzically as I left him hanging for a moment to find my playkit in the darkness of the room. There was something about the one that got away, something that made a predator like me...well, angry. I hadn't lost a chase in a while and that little jock had got to me, got under my skin and into my head. Seeing his pert little drunk muscle ass disappear into a taxi had seriously angered me...and now, I was going to take my frustration out on his friend...luckily, he was one of those clean cut, athletic little swimmer types that'd usually get my blood boiling to breed. Tonight my blood was boiling to destroy. A few more drinks, a bit of G and the kid was pressed against my hard chest, gibbering about being a top and not really up for much more than 'fooling around'. Fortunately, the Tina laced joint we shared in the parking lot changed his mind, suddenly he was amped, pliable to my suggestion... "I've never been to a sex club" he giggled. A shit tonne of reassurance, another laced joint and the kid gamely got up in the sling. I'd rimmed him, nigh on treated him like a fucking king till he was so relaxed, so high on drugs and sex he barely noticed as I secured him. "Wha...whats that?" He said as I returned, applying a tourniquet to his little, bulging arm. "This kid" I said, prepping his vein "is heaven, hell and every fucking thing in between and it'll blow your fucking mind" "Uh...I...don't know" he said "Kid" I said, pausing..."That's not gonna work for me...you wanna have the best night of your life? You wanna have sex as though your life depended on cumming, as though there was nothing else on earth but cock and men and muscle and pecs and boiling, life affirming jizz?" He sighed, "Oh Fuck yeah..." He sighed I plunged the needle into him, slamming him into the stratosphere...he'd thank me again in a few hours. It hit him violently, I soothed as he coughed, spat, gagged ...rubbing him as he struggled for breath. As he breathed deep,I heard him growl... "Oh...fucking hell...I feel...Oh Fuck" I laughed as he struggled in the sling "Please, he said...Oh...Fuck, I need to touch myself...holy shit..." I shook my head, grabbing his rock hard dick myself and gently jacking it for him "Feel good?" I said He mumbled something as he smiled broadly, eyes rolling backward. "Dont stop" he said breathlessly, so I did. I was king now. I walked around to my playkit, grabbed a small plug and found myself at the entrance to his perfect little hole. He continued to struggle to break free of the sling to touch his leaking cock. I spat on the plug and gently pressed it against his hole. A bit of pressure and the boy took the whole fucking thing, sucked to the hilt. He moaned, his dick pumped a fresh pool of pre cum onto his abs. "Perfect" I said, "keeping it cumming kid" I laughed, scooping it up, tugging out the plug and coating it in his semen. "Here it comes" I shoved it back in, grabbed the rest of my toys and hunkered down to push the kid's limits. A plug, a dildo, all lube free save for a good few doses of boy pre seamen. The minutes flew by, as I sucked out a good sized dildo from his ass I was ready to fuck...but, not him, not yet...first I needed to vent a bit more, I wanted to revel in his worn out pussy, not break him in for others. I shoved a plug in him, kissed him, grabbed my towel, opened the door and left. I took the key to his restraints with me, no one would take my prize that way. The club was thumping with sex and, as I turned back to the sling room I saw one by one, as men entered, enticed by the perfectly displayed offering therein. I couldn't help but watch as a massive daddy type, reached the blissed out kid first, pulled out the plug and inserted a few fingers. My view vanished as men began to pour in from..."see ya soon boy" I said, dropping my towel and entering the club proper, letting my dick guide me into the thick of the heaving, sweaty pool of men.

Paul took this unexpected break in being fucked to consider what had just happened: his ass had been brutally fucked by an unknown stranger, his (still quivering) hole was now filed with that unknown stranger's cum, and generally he was still recovering from the brutal pounding he had received. Paul replayed the scene is his mind. The mere thought of what had just happened made his cock pulse with the pure danger of it all. And what had the top said when the other man was fucking him? Something about demon seed? Just what did that even mean? Paul did not have much time to think about it as his ass was suddenly impaled by the top's cock, which thrusted deep into his cum-lubed hole. "Forgot that I was here, did you faggot? Guess my cock made you fucking remember, didn't it, slut?" asked the top. Paul just grunted as the top mercilessly set about fucking his hole, thrusting hard and deep into his ass, alternating long thrusts with jack hammer type fucking. The tops balls slammed into his ass with each measured thrust. Paul decided to concentrate on pleasuring the cock that was now wrecking his ass, which would have been described as a tight cunt - at least prior to this experience. He struggled to contract his ass muscles around the fat cock that was inside him, intent upon massaging the top as well as he was able.. "That ass is coming back to life, isnt it fucker? Yeah..milk my cock slut! I knew you were a dirty little cum whore the minute I read your ad!" Paul started to fuck the top back, matching each forward thrust of the invading cock with a backward thrust of his ass, gripping the cock with his ass muscles as his ass moved forward. It seemed the load of cum Paul had taken earlier had turned him into a cum hungry slut, 'cause he definitely wanted this man's load. In fact that was all he wanted: to be filled with cum, The top started to fuck him faster now, grunting and sliding deep into Paul's ass, even as both men sweated profusely. Paul felt the top change position, still in a doggy style, but now hunched over his ass, standing on both feet. This position allowed the top to shove his cock even more deeply into Paul's ass. "I'm gonna breed your fuck hole, boy. You're gonna take every last drop of my hot load," the top grunted, only to thrust again, withdraw, thrust again, withdraw, and then, with a loud grunt, thrust deeply into Paul's hole and remained stationary. Paul could distinctly feel the top's cock spasm inside, followed by the feeling of wet warmth spreading in his hole; the top had unleashed a flood cum into him, and in fact it took two to three minutes for the last spurt to penetrate Paul's hole. "Yeah fucker, you're ass is mine - you got my load inside you - that's what you wanted, isn't it fucker?" Paul grunted in agreement as the top slowly withdrew his cock from Paul's ass. Paul could feel cum dripping down his balls as the cock slid out. Once more Paul heard the sound of someone taking photographs. "Told you. You were gonna get fucked. Remember, slut?" Paul once again grunted in agreement. "You got two hot loads in you boy. And I mean hot." "Yes sir" "Hmm you just don't know how hot" the top said with a laugh. "You better stay in that position for five minutes slut. I want my cum to really sink into your guts!" The top slapped Paul on the ass, to be followed by the sound of footsteps fading away. The front door opened and closed - again. Paul collapsed onto the bed. His ass was burning, but he had never felt so good. What did this mean? Was this a turning point for him? ""Paul. The Cumslut." He liked the sound of it....

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

Part 1. As I slowly regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was pain--excruciating pain, deep in my stomach and my asshole--that shot through my body in waves. Next came the ripe, musky smell of sweat, followed by the sounds of men having sex. I opened my eyes. Everything around me was dark and blurry, but I could make out a huge shadowy figure looming over me. I instinctively knew that everything I was feeling--the pain, the smells, the sounds--was coming from this enormous man, and I realized that I was being raped. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't move my arms and legs. I realized then that I was paralyzed. The only part of my body I could control were my eyes. All I could do was watch in horror as this brutal beast tore apart my insides with every stroke of his burning hot cock. "Aha!" he suddenly snarled, noticing my eyes were open. His face then took on a frightening cruelty and viciousness, and he punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing my anal sphincter to tighten around his cock. He started thrusting into me even harder, shouting at me in a coarse, guttural language I didn't understand. And then, as if out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "He's calling you a dirty whore... a worthless faggot," the voice hissed, "He says he's ripping you open... and when he's done... no one will ever want you... you filthy cunt!" I knew that voice. I tried in vain to turn my head, to see where it was coming from. "Don't bother trying to move, Allen," the hate-filled voice continued, "We've pumped you so full of drugs you won't be able to move for at least another hour, while Ibrahim the Beast here rips your asshole to pieces." "And you're going to love every minute of it, you nasty little cunt" hissed Will's voice, "aren't you, little brother?" --- Six months earlier --- I was born and raised in San Francisco as the fourth, unplanned child of ex-hippies, who were almost 50 by the time I was born. My parents called me their "miracle baby," and pampered me so much that by the time I turned 16, everyone called me "Her Highness" behind my back. It didn't help that even as a junior in high school, I still looked like a girl: 5'5", 120lbs, blond curly hair, and soft, nearly hairless ivory-white skin. Everyone but my parents thought I was a spoiled, whiny little princess, but I never got teased or bullied growing up because they all respected and feared my older brothers--Jack, Neal and Will--who were already in their late 20s by the time I was born. Like so many children of liberal baby-boomers, my brothers rebelled by becoming conservative. Against our parents' wishes, they joined the Catholic Church, played high school football, registered as Republicans and, when the First Gulf War broke out in 1990, enlisted in the U.S. Army. They came back from their tours in Kuwait as tough, hardened men who rarely ever smiled. Jack, the eldest, became a math teacher and football coach at our high school. Jack was the only brother to get married, but his 4-year, childless marriage to a fellow schoolteacher ended in divorce when I was about 2 years old. Neal, the second oldest, joined the San Francisco Police Department and quickly rose through the ranks to become captain. Neal had plenty of live-in girlfriends over the years, but never got married. Will, the third son, initially followed Neal's footsteps into the SFPD, but later joined the FBI; after 9/11, he left the FBI for a secretive job at Homeland Security that had him constantly traveling around the world. Unlike me, my brothers were also incredible specimens of manhood. I had clearly inherited my mother's genes, with my willowy frame and pale, delicate features, but my brothers took after my father, whose ancestors were from Lebanon and Syria--they weren't tall (about 5'10") but they were all built like brick shithouses, with black, curly hair covering nearly every inch of their muscular, burly bodies, and while I'd never seen them naked, I couldn't help but notice the flashlight-sized bulges in their pants. I grew up admiring my brothers from afar. They had all left home by the time I was born, and while they dutifully protected me from the bullies at school or in the neighborhood, they otherwise kept a polite distance. That all changed about a year ago, a few months after I turned 16. Our parents, who had patiently put up with my childish, selfish behavior for so many years, were tragically killed in a car accident. Since I was still a minor, it was decided that my brothers (who were in their early 40s at the time) would act as my co-guardians until I turned 18. Since Will was still traveling a lot for work, I was to spend half the year living with Jack and the other half with Neal. While our parents' death was devastating for everyone, I took it especially hard. I decided that I didn't want to be the good little "princess" any more, and started acting out--sneaking out at night and hanging with the "street kids" in our neighborhood. Most of these kids were gay runaways who made a living on the streets hustling or selling drugs, and I found myself being drawn to the danger, the excitement, and the hot sex that their lives promised. --- Meeting Antoine --- I was especially drawn to Antoine, a tall, skinny 23-year old black guy from Houston who was the unofficial leader of the local street gang. He supplied the rest of the kids with drugs (to use or sell), escorted for a bunch of white guys who couldn't get enough of his big, black cock, and made enough money to rent his own apartment near the Castro. I first met Antoine at a sex party in his apartment. I was invited by two street kids I used to hang out (and fool around) with sometimes--Manuel, a short but muscular 20-year old Salvadoran with visible gang tattoos, and Luis, a scrawny but tough-looking 18-year old Mexican from Fresno. There were four other guys at the party when we arrived--four big, black thugs. One of them, the tallest and best-looking of the group, got up and walked over. "Hi, I'm Antoine," he said, flashing a big smile and immediately putting me at ease, "and you must be Allen. I've heard a lot about you." He was tall--almost a foot taller than me--and strong, and when he draped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to meet the rest of the guests, I felt safe and protected for the first time since my parents had died. "That there is Omar," he said, pointing to a 30s-ish dark-skinned man sitting on the couch with his shirt off, showing off a sinewy, heavily-muscled chest. "He's a good ni#$a to know; if he likes you he'll hook you up with anything you need and everything you want." Omar leaned back on the couch, looked me up and down, and smiled. "Nothing not to like so far," he said. "And those two motherfuckers fucking around with my party supplies," Antoine said, pointing to a couple of light-skinned thugs with matching face tattoos, "don't like it when I give out out their names to white boys they don't know, so you can just call them Master X and Master Y for now." The Masters, as I later came to know them, were bent over the coffee table measuring out white crystals into small plastic bags, and didn't look up. Antoine turned to me and asked, "so Manuel and Luis tell me you like to party, yeah?" I smiled and nodded sheepishly. I'd smoked weed before, but the Latino boys had recently introduced me to molly and poppers, which I absolutely loved. The fact that Manuel and Luis had then "taken advantage" of me by spit-roasting me only made it hotter. Antoine laughed, grabbed my right hand and brought it down to his crotch, where I could feel a huge cock starting to uncoil like a snake. "Baby, look what you're doing to me already," he said. "We are gonna have some fun tonight!" Antoine then turned to Manuel and Luis and told them to give me some weed and molly, then take me into the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, freshly partied up, cleaned out, and hurriedly spit-roasted again by Manuel and Luis, I walked back into the living room wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The lights were turned down, and the TV was playing black-on-white porn. Antoine, Omar, and the Masters had taken off their clothes and were sitting around the coffee table blowing thick, white clouds. Antoine looked up and called us over. "Allen baby, why don't you come here and suck my dick," he said with a devilish smile, then ordered Manuel and Luis to start servicing Omar and the Masters. I walked over to Antoine, eyeing the uncut brown snake resting on his lap. As I got down on my knees, his enormous cock grew even bigger, lengthening to about 12 inches in length and about 7 inches around. As I reached out and carefully raised his cock to my mouth, a line of clear pre-cum stretched from his lap to the gorgeous reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. I leaned over, stuck out my tongue, and gingerly licked the pre-cum from the tip. Antoine shuddered, and sank deeper into the couch, closing his eyes and moaning. I slowly pulled his foreskin back and started licking the creamy cheese underneath, taking my time to savor the taste. As I started to wrap my lips around his cockhead, Antoine pulled my head back up. "Hey baby," he said, "if you're going to take all of my dick we're gonna have to get you ready." He grabbed a bong from the coffee table and started heating it in front of my mouth. Looking down at the white wisps circling the bowl, I felt unsure of what I was doing for the first time that evening. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, "it's just, I've never done Tina before." "Oh baby," said Antoine with his beautiful smile, "there's nothing to worry about. Nobody here is going to hurt you; this'll just make it more fun for everyone." I looked down at his cock, which was starting to wilt. "It's not that I don't trust you," I said, "it's just, I'm worried about getting addicted." "Who said anything about getting addicted?" Antoine said loudly, the first hint of a frown on his face. In an even louder voice he continued, "Baby, with me, Omar and the Masters in the room you don't have to worry about nothing! We're all here to make sure you have a great time, right?" he said, looking over at his other guests. They all looked up and nodded. Antoine turned back to me and said, "All you got to do, baby, is relax, stop thinking so much, and just do what I tell you, okay?" I nodded and took his cock back in my mouth, determined not to disappoint this big, strong, beautiful, amazing black man. As I began licking his shaft like an ice cream cone, however, out of the corner of my eye I saw several pairs of feet approaching. Everything that followed happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. Antoine suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick while the other guests grabbed my arms and legs; Antoine then leapt to his feet and ordered the others to turn me over and hold me down. As I lay on the floor struggling to break free, I suddenly felt a sharp, unbearable pain in my balls that made me shriek out loud--but only for a second, as Antoine quickly shoved a damp, rank athletic sock in my mouth to muffle my screams. Antoine was now on top of me, one hand covering my mouth and the other gripping my balls. "Allen baby, you just gotta calm down a bit," he said in a calm, soothing voice, "the pain will go away as soon as you stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you unless I have to, and I won't have to hurt you if you'll just calm down and listen to me." He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Shhh, baby, that's right, just calm down and shush for a moment and I'll make the pain go away." And once I stopped struggling, he gently kissed my cheek, and whispered, "That's a good boy, Allen, that's it. You're such a good boy." Antoine and the other guests gradually loosened their grips until there was no pain left, as Antoine had promised. He then turned to Manuel and Louis and told them to get the first slam ready. "We wanted to ease you in at first, baby, but since you've been acting like such a bitch tonight, we have no other choice but to start you off with a slam," he told me as Omar tightened a leather strap around my arm. "It's going to be a bit intense at first, baby, and you'll probably have trouble breathing for a couple seconds until you start coughing. But then you'll feel the most intense rush you've ever felt in your entire life, and everything we do to you will start feeling so good, baby, you won't ever want us to stop!" "Now close your eyes for me, baby, for just five seconds," he said, gently biting my neck at the same time I felt a small pinch in my arm. "Now count to five with me... one... two... three... four..." Before we got to five, however, I felt Omar loosening the leather strap around my arm, and I suddenly understood why people call it slamming. As Antoine had predicted, after a few seconds of feelings like I couldn't breathe, followed by a short coughing fit, wave after wave of searing hot pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, slammed into me like a ton of bricks and started radiating through my body, and the room around me felt brighter, as if my brain had abruptly reset my eyes' brightness level to maximum. And then, just as quickly, my senses start coming back down to earth. The waves of pleasure and joy were replaced by a ravenous, insatiable hunger for sex--I suddenly found myself wanting a never-ending stream of humongous horse cocks shoved up my ass and crammed down my throat, unleashing rivers of ni#%a cum into every orifice of my body. I started jacking off with my right hand, then spread my legs and raised my knees so my left hand could reach my asshole. "Oh god, fuck me, Antoine!" I gasped, desperately finger-fucking my pussy, "please, please fuck me! Fuck me over and over again; and pass my nasty used cunt around!" "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" --- To be continued ---

Part 2 My friend led me out of the darkroom to the bar and bought me a drink. I could see men looking at me and wondered which ones had bred me. The owner stood behind the bar leering at me as I ordered a beer. "newbie, eh?" He said. I felt sperm dripping from me onto my leg and thought "not so new anymore" but just nodded and flushed under his gaze. His name was Bill, and he had owned the place for about 20 years, apparently. He smiled at my companion. "Haven't see you for a while, Luigi." Luigi shrugged and downed his beer. "See you later, kiddo." He wandered off and I felt used and discarded. Bill leaned over and kissed my cheek. "never mind, love. He's a bit of a bastard." I felt movement next to me and turned to see an oldish man, about 60 or so, heavy set with drooping tits and a straggly beard. Bill said "Whats your name, kid?" I told him Ian. "Ian, this is Terry. Been coming here for 10 years and is the dirtyist sod here." The spunk dripping down my leg and the warmth of the body next to me has got me hard and Terry grinned at me. "Nice," He said. "Luigi just broke the lad in, and he's feeling a bit confused. Give him a ride and make him feel better, eh luv?"

Last night... was headed down to the Club.. thought i post a message first. Ended up one guy from Adam ht me up first, so i stopped at his place, in a dark basement... dropped my pants and he fucked and pumped a wet load in my hole. not long at all.... then off to a second guy who hit me up on BBRT and headed to his place. Stayed longer than expected..... he like fucking my Sloppy CUM-FILLED hole.... but after half hour he was ready to quit, so I got dressed and headed home. Could have gone down to the Club, but it was 10;30pm and not likely to get a room. i went to sleep with a few loads in my ass. PERFECT !!!

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Part 2 I expected Derek to avoid me for awhile, maybe quit working in the office, perhaps even pack up and move out. After his disappearing act that night, nothing would have surprised me except for what happened. The next afternoon, only a few minutes after his usually scheduled shift was to begin, in walked Derek, apologizing for his tardiness, explaining that he got no sleep last night, barely made it to his classes and was so fucking horny after last night that he didn’t hear a single thing any of his professors had said. I laughed and explained that it was the tina that made him so wired and horny. “That shit is awesome!” He said as he stripped off his jacket and backpack. “Not to mention those fucking hot girls you had over. That was the most amazing night ever!” Not quite believing my ears, I asked him how he felt about everything that went down, and he surprised me again by repeating all of his favorite moments, conveniently leaving out anything involving me and him. So he’d decided to ignore that part eh? Well that was fine with me. Denial would keep him from admitting what I was doing to him until it was too late. By the next time I saw him, he’d had a couple days to cool off, and seemed more embarrassed by what had gone on. So much so that he almost begged out of using the office for his jerk session that weekend until I told him I’d sent the link to his paysite to Lana and Lois and they both wanted to watch. Reluctantly he agreed, but his performance that night was his hottest yet, possibly because of the videos I kept sending him of Lana’s face between Lois’ legs. He never knew I was behind the camera, assuming the girl were filming it all themselves. He kept trying to get them to agree to another bang session, but backed down when they insisted they’d only do it with more tina. While I could tell he was itching for more of the same fun, he resigned himself to jerking on his pay site a few more times that weekend and once during the week. My plan was too successful suddenly, as Derek made so much during his frustrated jerk sessions that he didn’t need to do any for almost a month, only popping back on after he got an email requesting a private show from Lana. When I (under Lana’s screenname) asked him when we could party again, he explained that he couldn’t risk his grades by getting high and missing any classes, especially with finals approaching. It was a conundrum for sure, until I realized that finals would be followed by summer break. The next day when Derek showed for work, I asked him what he had planned for the holidays, to which he shrugged and told me he usually spent most of the 10 weeks off as a counselor, helping high/middle schoolers improve their game. Telling him how much fun it sounded like, I asked him where he planned to live after he got back, and he laughed, and responed “well here, of course.” “Oh so you wanted to renew your lease?” I asked him, trying to sound unaware of his desire to stay in the apartment. He nodded yes, playing right into my hands. “Damn I wish you’d told me that a few months back. I wanted to do some refreshing of some of the apartments that will be unused for the summer, and I ordered the fixtures and carpet at stuff weeks ago and I got stuff for your apartment too. I should also mention that I was planning to raise the rent a few hundred a month, maybe even double it.” “Shit, pardon my french, but where will I find a place to stay this late in the game?” Derek’s voice got worried. “Everyone who is coming back for next year has already signed leases and tied down any place I could afford.” “I’m sorry Derek,” I lied. “Maybe if you get a good-enough paying summer job you can save up enough to live there again. How much does the camp pay?” “Almost nothing, just room, board and a little extra for our travel. Besides, I’d need a miracle to save up enough for tuition and double the rent.” Derek was frantic, almost in tears. “Please Mr. E, isn’t there some way I can stay in that apartment at the same rent? Or something I can do to work it down to where I can afford it.” “Well, I was going to hire a couple guys to help me with the cosmetic stuff,” I offered, hoping Derek couldn’t hear the smirk in my voice. “If you want, you could work for me this summer, painting the apartments, ripping old cabinets and carpeting, installing new lights in the hallways and bedrooms, etc. That way I only have to hire professionals for the plumbing, electrical stuff, but it’d mean missing out on your camp.” “Not a problem sir,” Derek jumped at the chance to save himself from returning to working 2 jobs on top of a full time class load. “But where will I stay while we rip up my place and they redo it?” “Well if it isn’t too odd for you, you are welcome to bunk in my second bedroom,” my voice almost gave me away as I explained my idea, but Derek didn’t catch on. “It wouldn’t be all summer, and once we were finished in your apartment, you’d be free to move back in there, with all new cabinets, bath fixtures and appliances. Between the discount I’d give you for helping out, the money you’ll make, and some extra cash from your online shows, you should have enough saved to stay there until you graduate and cover you tuition for at least a semester or two.” “Are you sure it isn’t too much of an imposition sir?” Derek asked, always so polite in spite of his obvious doubts about staying with me. “Not at all Derek,” I put my arm around him and led him down to my apartment to show him the room. “The other room is so far from mine that it’s practically a separate place. Besides I’d prefer giving you the money as opposed to some guy off the street.” After seeing how nice my second bedroom was, with its attached bath, walk-in closet and balcony over-looking the pool, Derek couldn’t help himself and agreed to move in the next Friday after his last final. The week flew by, with me busying myself with the instillation of cameras all over my apartment and “Lana” constantly emailing Derek to see if he’d be able to get together after finals before she went on vacation with her “parents.” In actuality Lana and Lois were booked by an older gentleman friend of mine to spend a few weeks on his yacht getting high and gang-banged the entire time. Still, I knew she’d be free for one last night of partying so I called her up as soon as Derek agreed to meet up with her that Friday after he finished moving in. From my laptop in my private office, I watched every hidden camera angle of Derek’s muscular body as he hauled his final loads into his temporary digs, before texting Lana to go ahead and give Derek some bad news. I watched the screen as he answered and got a disappointed look on his face at something she said. “Well isn’t there anywhere else we can do it?” He asked her, listening to her respond before talking again. “No we can’t do it here. I am staying with Mr. E while we remodel my place, and I’d feel bad asking him if I could have you over on my first night.” More listening. “No please don’t ask him, I—Lana I’m not sure he’d--- No, please, I- Hello? Lana?” My phone buzzed with a text from Lana, telling me he’d fallen for it and thought she was asking me if she could stop by and play at that very moment. I watched as he paced on camera and finally tossed himself on the bed. His phone buzzed a moment later and he seemed happy at the response. Jumping up, he unearthed a towel from his bags and stripped naked, making his way into the bathroom to shower. My cock stiffened knowing he had just seen a text from Lana explaining that I was cool with it, and Lois was actually planning to come by after her last final too, so they’d be welcome to join the two of us for some partying. Whether he was reluctant to party again or not, he certainly showed no sign of it while stroking his stiff, soapy meat in my shower, working his way to a nice big load. Derek walked out of the bathroom just as I knocked on his bedroom door and told him to come out and join me for a drink before the girls arrived. Moments later he appeared in my living room wearing a loose pair of board shorts and a tee shirt, and took a drink from my hand. He might have sipped on the strong drink if I hadn’t turned off the air, and shut the windows. Instead he gulped while pretending to ignore the porn I had playing on my huge flat screen. Taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch from me, I asked him if he’d gotten settled and we chatted for awhile before Derek’s phone buzzed, right on cue. “Lana says Lois’ car broke down on campus and she has to wait with her for the tow truck so their gonna be kinda late,” Derek read, swallowing the last of his drink. “guess it’s just us for awhile.” “No problem,” I said as I refilled Derek’s glass. “just means I don’t have to be so uncomfortable.” With that I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off, leaving me in only my own khaki shorts and sandals. Derek was sweating now and obviously considering joining me. I almost told him to join me, when he made up his mind, set down his glass and stood to remove his shirt. It was obvious all he was wearing now were the shorts, which rode low as he sat back down. “Fuck it is hot in here,” I said, trying to make him more comfortable about his choice. It worked, getting him to spread him legs and lean back a little. “Guess we should get this party started.” “Um, I’m good thanks.” Derek said as I pulled out my pipe and a baggie of tina. “You sure bro?” I continued loading the bowl, ignoring his protest. “You know Lana will want to smoke when she gets here and I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself like last time.” “What do you mean?” Derek said, taking another gulp from his glass. “Just thought you’d want to seem like you could handle yourself this time, and show Lana you weren’t a stick in the mud is all,” My round about way of saying he was boring her. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this but she told me after you left that she thought you were a virgin, or maybe even… never mind.” “What?” His eyes grew wide and he pulled at the cuff of his shorts. “Tell me what she said.” “She… she wondered if you were kinda…gay.” I spit it out like I was disgusted by the thought. “The way you freaked whenever we came in contact and wouldn’t smoke around me, she thought you might be insecure about your sexuality. It didn’t help that you couldn’t light the pipe without my help. Lois even mentioned something about it when they were leaving the next morning.” “I’m no virgin and I’m definitely not queer,” Derek almost shouted, finishing his second drink and refilling it himself. “I just never smoked before.” “Want me to show you how so you can hit it for real when they arrive?” Derek nodded the affirmative and I motioned for him to come back to the couch, patting the seat next to me. Only inches from his sweet-smelling sweaty torso, I got hard watching him light the torch, and slowly melt the crystals, while my eyes drifted down to the head of his cock peaking from his shorts, which had ridden up when he sat. Once the bowl clouded over, I told him to put the pipe to his lips and slowly inhale. He breathed in a medium size puff before coughing and almost dropping the bowl. I grabbed it from him and laughed, which only made him mad. “Just show me how you do it okay?” He barked, before catching himself. “I mean… please.” Lighting the torch I took a perfect giant hit and blew it towards the tv. Handing him the pipe I lit it for him this time and coached him on how hard to inhale and how long. That time the hit was bigger and he only coughed once. Taking the pipe again, I suggested he take a shotgun from me, and reminded him to act like it was nothing so the girls didn’t think he was freaked by another guy. The logic was backwards but he fell for it as I slowly pressed my lips to his and filled his lungs with crystal clouds. I encouraged him to do the same for me, and he thrilled me by pressing his lips harder to mine that time, not pulling away when it ended in a small kiss. Not wanting to press my luck, I said he was doing well and we smoked without shotgunning, so I could check how big his clouds were. We finished the first bowl quickly and I loaded another, bigger bowl immediately, subtly implying that he was lucky I felt generous that night. We were thoroughly tweaked when Lana and Lois arrived, and all our inhibitions were gone. We spent the next few hours taking turns smoking and tagging the girls, Derek purposefully making sure that each of them saw him hit the pipe and shot gun with me a few times. Before I knew it, both of us had cum in our respective ‘date’ and Derek was so hot he ran off to hop in the shower. While they were gone, I slipped Lois the bag I owed her for that night and the girls got dressed and left. “Where’d they go?” Derek lamented reappearing from his bathroom in nothing but a pair of briefs, his hard cock pushing out the waist band. “They needed to pack for their trips and told me to tell you they might stop back by in a couple hours on their way to the airport.” I handed him the pipe as he sat next to me and we smoked and watched porn. Pretty soon we were both jerking off, me in the open, him through the fly of his calvins. “What’s that around you dick?” Derek nodded to the cock ring and ball separator I had put on earlier. I showed him the apparatus and asked if he wanted to try one on. He smiled and said yes, but was stymied when I thrust my hard on towards him and told him to get it off me and put it on himself. He blushed and looked up at me like I was nuts until I got frustrated. “Jesus Derek it is a dick not a rocket launcher,” I said, grabbing his hand and placing it on the snaps at the base of the ring. “Fucking sack up and help me get it off already.” He jumped into action, pulling and twisting the device in attempt to release my meat from it, before finally taking my cock in one hand, and pulling it off with the other. Feeling his hand stroke my slick dick accidentally as he pulled it free, I almost covered him in a cum load right then, but I knew the liquor was all but gone from his system by then and he might tweak out if I didn’t plan this next part just right. Holding in my load, I sat back down and watched amused as he tried to figure out how to put the ring on his own manhood. “Damn you’re helpless,” I said as I reached out, pulled him to standing in front of me, and ripped down his undies. Taking the ring from his hand I manipulated his cock and balls into it with as many “inadvertent” strokes as I could get away with. His dick was leaking like mad and I was happy his eyes were glued shut so I could open my mouth and catch a big glob of his juice on my tongue right as it dripped off his head. Smacking his ass, I told him he was done and pushed him back into his seat. He sat stunned for a moment, while I complimented him on how good he looked in it. “Really?” He asked me, finally gaining enough control to take his cock again and play with it. “Doesn’t it look kinda…gay?” “No way bro, lots of guys wear them, just look at the tv,” I said, pointing out a few of the porn stars waiting to gang bang the girl on the screen. “Most straight porn stars wear rings and fancy undies and even use toys in their butts once in awhile. It’s only gay if you wish it was a dick up there.” We both laughed at that and returned to stroking. When I was sure Derek could see me doing it, I took some lube from the table, covered my middle finger in it and worked it up into my hole. A few minutes later I added another before saying ‘fuck it!’ and pulling out my bag from next to the couch and dumping out a couple small vibrating plugs on the table. Taking the smallest one, I lubed it up, turned it on and pushed it slowly into my hole, all while Derek sat staring at my performance. “Try one,” I encourage him while jerking my dick. “I saw when Lana stuck her finger in your ass before” as I had told her to “and I know that you came in her only a few minutes later, so I know you liked it. Just try one dude.” “No way man,” Derek demurred. “Most I have ever had up there is a finger, and even then only when some girl caught me off guard.” “well then try a finger when you’re prepared,” I said, handing him a bottle of lube laced with tina. “This stuff is warming lube to help relax you and I promise no one will ever know. Go ahead…unless you’re worried about liking it so much you turn into a fag.” We laughed and he snatched the lube, squeezing out twice what he needed onto his middle and pointer fingers. As if he was dared, he threw his legs back so I could see and pushed them into his hole until they were all the way in, smiling at me like nothing was wrong. Still I could tell the burning from the laced lube had him rethinking his decision, so I complimented him. “Damn man, you must have balls of steel to take two fingers your first time,” stroking his ego with my admiration stopped him from pulling them out. “I bet that burns like a bitch right now, but with your tolerance for pain you could probably take a third finger once the sting wears off in a minute.” Sure enough a few minutes later, once he’d readjusted so he was facing the tv again, I watched as he added a third finger to his whole. When that seemed alright, I saw him begin to thrust them in and out, and could tell that was counteracting the tina-dick he was fighting. When his eyes drifted to the plugs on the table, I excused myself to the bathroom for a piss and instead ran to the bedroom to watch on my laptop as he grabbed the smaller of the two plugs I’d left on the table and worked it into his hole. Pounding away at his ass and stroking his dick he was still too high to get off. I walked back in just as he removed the smaller plug and was sitting on the bigger one. This fat rubber dong was more penis shaped than the last two but still ambiguous enough to keep him from feeling gay. Right as he managed to sit all the way down, I announced my presence with an offer to load one last free bowl. “What do you mean ‘last free bowl?’” He inquired, pretending he was just sitting on the table, not giving away the fact that 6 inches of black rubber were now inside him, stretching out his sphincter. “This shit is expensive man,” I said before shot-gunning a hit into his mouth. “I can’t keep smoking you out without you paying for any of it now can I? I am happy to provide sometimes, but how will I make money at it if I give it all away.” “Make money…so you sell this stuff?” Derek’s eyes were focused on the pipe that I held just out of reach. “Is that a problem?” He shook his head no. “Good then you can buy some for the next bowl.” “How do I do that?” Derek said, his dick now totally soft. “Well do you have any cash right now?” I asked, pulling out my phone. “Cause I can call my supplier and get some but I’ll either need to get some cash from you or take it from my sales and deduct it from what I was gonna pay you this week.” “I have like 20 bucks, what will that get me?” Derek asked, his cock shriveled to almost nothing, but his ass still hungry for the plug. “Almost nothing,” I kept lying to get him where I needed him to be. “but I will pull some of what I was gonna pay you and we can figure that out later. In the mean time, have another drink and I’ll get my dude to stop over with some for you.” Within 30 mins, Derek was hard again and working the plug in his hole, unaware that I’d slipped from g and a crushed tab of Viagra into his glass. He was so into stroking his cock that he didn’t realize I had company until I walked in with Matt, one of the boys who sold for me. “This is Matt,” I introduced them while Derek tried futilely to cover his hard on. “He is my supplier. Here’s your money Matty.” I handed Matt a folded up stack of $100 bills that he’d handed to me only moments before when we met out in the hall. Matt knew I didn’t want Derek to know that I was the real head of the operation, so he agreed to pretend to be my supplier. He also didn’t mind checking out the straight boy on my couch. Matt may have looked straight at almost 6’5”, with ripped muscular arms and pecs, tanned skin and some gang tats on his body, but really he was a bottom through and through, who sold to half the thugs in the county and occasionally let them get some for free if they would breed him with their thick black dicks. “Thanks bro, here’s your goods.” He handed me a small bag. “You can have some more if you let me jack off your boy here.” “Sorry bro, he’s straight like me,” I said, motioning for Derek to sit down since he had almost bolted when Matt suggested taking him into hand. “But you can watch me jerk it for a little extra if you want.” “Sounds good man,” Matt said, following me down the hall to my room. Once we shut the door, I wasted no time spinning matt around, bending him over my dresser, whipping out my stiff cock and reaming his hole bare. I shot deep inside in a few minutes which made him shoot all over the wood. “So I thought you said you didn’t fuck the help?” Matt whispered while pulling his pants up. “This guy must have you going fucking nuts to make you go to all this trouble and break your own rule. I hope he plays hard to get cause I would love to have you fuck me like that all the time.” I laughed and we traded the money again and I handed him a much bigger bag of goods, actually worth the amount he was paying me. We walked back out past Derek, who tossed a throw pillow over his crotch as Matt left, and I thanked Matt at the door for the help. Returning to the room, Derek asked me if I really let Matt watch me jerk off for party goods and I told him yes, before tossing him the small bag of goodies I owed him. “If you want I can give him your number,” I said as Derek frantically tried to load a bowl. “He might give you some freebies if you let him watch you do a show online.” “Yeah right man, I make 300-400 a session doing one of those,” Derek said as he fumbled to hit the pipe. “That’s about what that baggy in your hands cost,” I said pointing to the $40 or 50 worth he held in his hands. “He’d probably front you a bag half that size for a simple jack off video.” Derek hit the pipe and we smoke in silence, with him stroking his meat and his mind pondering the idea of selling jerk off videos for drugs. Finally the combo of the plug, his strokes and the tina was getting to him and he shot all over his chest, up onto his neck and even hitting his cheek. As he collapsed back onto the couch and caught his breath, I asked again if I could give Matt his number, and he nodded yes. Part 3 Over the next few days Derek and I worked side by side ripping up carpet, tearing out cabinets and removing old hollow core doors from the apartments. At night, we declined from partying for a day or two after both of us “ran out” of favors. But by Wednesday, Lana was sending Derek shots of her masturbating and sexy emails (per my instruction) and asked him to send some back of him smoking and jerking off. Coincidentally only a few minutes after Derek told lana he didn’t have the cash to buy any more tina, “Matt” texted him and asked if he’d consider jerking off in exchange for more. Watching the video stream from his room, I stroked my cock as Derek gave in and agreed, sending Matt (aka me on a burner phone) the link to a live site. Sneaking upstairs into the office, Derek was almost silent, not realizing I was aware of his actions the whole time. That night I watched and instructed Derek in every move of his hand and thrust of his fingers into his tight hole until he splashed cum all over himself. By the time he’d cleaned up and got back to the apartment, I was sitting in the living room with a fresh baggie from “Matt” for him. We stayed up all night that night, smoking and jerking, Derek sending photos of himself puffing and pounding his pud to Lana, who sent them right back to me. By the next morning we’d smoked it all and Derek had ridden the 6 inch plug to orgasm twice. This time it only took two days before Derek texted “Matt” and wanted to trade again. “Matt” suggested this time that he deliver the sack first and Derek make a home movie jerking off and playing with his ass, so Matt could watch it later. Derek agreed and while he went out for a swim, Matt must have stopped by because I was waiting in the living room with another sack of favors. This time we matched bowls, and I showed Derek how to use the video camera feature on my phone to make a video. Derek excused himself to his room this time and made a nasty video, riding his fingers and the 6 inch plug while wearing the cock ring, before shooting all over his bedspread. The next day I gave Derek his first payment, minus the 300 I supposedly paid for his first sack. He handed it right back and asked me to get him more favors and went out and found a girl at a bar, brought her back and had me film him while he fucked her all over the apartment and even took her down to the pool for a midnight ass fuck. After his newest sack ran out, she pretended to get a call and high-tailed it out the door. Broke, higher than fuck and hard, he texted “Matt” who told him this time if he wanted to get more favors, he’d have to get Mr. E to jerk off with him, and they’d have to stroke each other. I returned to the living room just as Derek read the text and got very upset. I asked him what was the matter. “He wants us to spank it together,” Derek said, blushing hard. “Otherwise he won’t give me anymore favors.” “I dunno Derek,” I feigned discomfort. “I don’t think I am down to do that without a chick here. Seems kinda gay.” “Yeah Mr. E, you’re right,” Derek responded. “Guess we can’t win them all.” Derek went back to room and tried for the next two hours to jerk off while watching old porn on his shitty computer but finally passed out still hard, never getting to cum. A few days passed and Derek kept texting and asking for more favors, asking if there was anything else he could do to get more, but “Matt” held firm. Finally after an especially rough day ripping out the old vanity in one of the bigger apartments, Derek received a text from Lana telling him she’d be back that weekend and wanted to get high and let him fuck her all weekend long. It took less than a minute for him to approach me and ask if I had any favors to share. “Nah sorry Derek,” I said, lying through my teeth while feeling the large bag of favors in my pockets. “Then will you front me my paycheck?” Derek asked hopefully. “I know I am not supposed to get another one from you for a few weeks but I really need to get more favors before Lana gets back in town.” “I wish I could Derek,” Lying again. “But until the next rent due date I am running low on funds, what with paying the contractor, plumber and electrician this week.” “Then please Mr. E, Sir,” He swallowed, gathering up his courage. “Please make the jerk off video with me. I know it seems kinda screwed up, pardon the language, but if you want you can just lay back and I’ll jerk you off and we can negotiate with Matt and get some favors for this weekend.” “I don’t think I can Derek,” I was already hard at the prospect. ”It’s too gay.” “It’s only gay if we like it,” Derek said, smiling. “Please Mr. E. I really, really need to smoke. Please.” “Alright Derek, I will do it for you. But you’d better make sure we get the stuff first and make sure Matt doesn’t want anything extra.” “Will do sir!” Derek ran back to his room and texted my burner. The deal was done. “Matt” would drop off some goodies while Derek worked out, and then he and I would make a jerk off video. A few hours later Derek returned from the work out room, sweaty and shirtless, his shorts hanging so low I could see the base of his cock as he dashed into his room to shower up. When he returned wearing tighty-whiteys and socks, I handed him a drink laced with a serious dose of ghb and Viagra, before pulling out the large bag of goodies and telling him I set up the camera in my bedroom so we’d be more comfortable. He reluctantly hopped onto the bed and his hands shook when I handed him the pipe, so I offered to light it for him. The glow of the torch hit his face and I could tell the ghb was taking effect, but there was something else I hadn’t expected. His eyes seemed full of fear, like he might run off before he was fully drugged. He opened his mouth to say something and I told him to inhale, just like the first night we got high together. As his lungs filled with smoke, I leaned in closer, until he started to exhale, and for the first time in weeks, he shotgunned the smoke into my mouth. This time I kissed him softly as the smoke passed to me. With the infusion of Tina in his system, the fear started to leave his eyes, and I handed him his cup and told him to finish it. Doing as he was told, I stood up and stripped off my tee shirt and shorts, my hard, dripping 8 inch cock springing out and hitting my tight fuzzy belly. “Finished,” He said, setting the cup on the bedside table. As he turned back towards me, I took advantage of his distracted mind and moved in so my cock brushed across his chest as I moved in to sit down. He flinched and tried to move away before realizing he was between my body and the wall on the bed and there was nowhere to go. I grabbed the remote and started the porn on my bedroom tv, and we both watched, our bodies stretched out with our shoulders and heads propped up on the pillows, as a lithe teen blonde took four men into bed and began sucking their cocks and fingering her pussy. Derek tried not to be too obvious as he fished out his hardening dick and stroked it, before remembering he was supposed to be jerking mine. He looked over at me in the darkened room and gingerly placed his fingers over my pulsing shaft. Mimicking his actions, but with more confidence, I too fingered his dick, but took it firm in my hand and began to stroke. “UUUUHNNN, fuck yes Mr. E.” Derek moaned, before stopping himself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.” “It’s okay Derek,” I whispered in his ear, using my other hand to press take his fingers and close them around my cock. “Now we better get to business if we want more favors.” We stroked each other hard now, both of us working the other, while moaning and grunting. After a few minutes I told Derek that Matt offered us twice as much tina if one of us would suck the other one in the video. “Would you like me to suck you Derek?” my lips almost pressed to his ear as I said it. He didn’t respond but closed his eyes, the ghb was now totally in control of him. I took my hand away from his cock and reached over and picked up the pipe, pressing it to his mouth. Lighting it, he inhaled as soon as I whispered “go.” Eyes still closed, I waited until he finished inhaling, then rolled over on top of him and French kissed him, sucking the clouds from his lungs and into mine. With his arms pinned under my knees on either side of him, I sat up a little and took another hit and blew it back into him. This time when I pulled away, he sat up a little, chasing my lips as if he wanted more. I smiled the smile of a victorious man and sank down to his crotch level, releasing him from my body weight and asked again. “Would you like me to suck you Derek?” Without waiting for his answered I swallowed his cock almost to the base, eliciting a moan and causing both of his hands to grab my hair and try to force me deeper. I deep throated him for a few minutes while my hands snuck under the blanket and brought out the laced lube. He gasped as my thick middle digit pierced his hole and burrowed deep into him. Something resembling the words “my butt’s burning” escaped his mouth but I only added more fingers until three were inside him. Thicker than his own fingers, three of mine were easily as thick as the plug he was now used to, but the plug didn’t spread and stretch the hole like my fingers were. A whimper and some leg action to push away from me told me Derek was trying to make an escape and I chortled at how pitiful his attempt was due to his drugged state of mind. Still I wasn’t a total ass, so I ripped my fingers from his hole, bringing him to a small scream, before, climbing back up his chest, re-pinning his arms beneath my thighs and slapping my cock against his mouth. His glassy eyes opened wide and he tried to turn his head, but I’d have none of that. “Your turn, Derek.” I said, sliding my cock head between his lips. “Come on now, I am doing this because you asked me to, so take my dick in your mouth, and no teeth.” “GmHpphrrmm” came out around my dick, and I freed it for a second to hear his final thoughts on the matter. “Getuff me, youkint dothiz. I dunt wantuh sukeur dick.” “Look at me Derek, Look at me!” I took my dick away, swung my hand down and smacked him just hard enough to bring him to full attention for a moment. His eyes met mine as I smiled and leaned closer. “You asked me to make this video with you, you practically begged. You even offered to do all the work just so you could get a fix. So now you’re going to do what you need to do to earn your baggy and you can relax and accept it and maybe have an okay time or you can fight me and try to get away and end up torn open and used like an old paper bag. It is up to you, but make no mistake. You will take my cock in your mouth and suck my dick and anything else I tell you to do or I will kick your ass to the curb, cut off your supply of goodies, and send the video of you smoking, stroking and stuffing your slutty ass to the dean, your parents and all of your old teammates. You’ll be kicked out of school, disowned, shunned, and you’re still going to end up sucking dick, mine or some other dealer’s. Now open wide if we understand one another.” “Fuck you faggot.” Derek said, on the verge of tears. Slamming the lids shut, he swallowed hard and opened his mouth. I straightened up again and moved my dick onto his virgin tongue, forcing it back into his throat. He gagged at first but I explained that he’d need to breathe through his nose when he could as I pushed it further and cut off his air supply. Thrashing and bucking his eyes popped open but he avoided using his teeth and did his best to take what I gave him. When he began to get the hang of it I reached back, took a large crystal from the bedside table and speared it up into Derek’s boyhole, eliciting a squeal from around my dick. I plugged it up with the same plug he’d been so fond of only days before, and gave his shriveled tina dick and jiggle as I returned my attention to throat fucking the fight out of him for another 5 minutes or so. Sufficiently satisfied that he’d gotten me to full mast and provided enough snot and slobber, I withdrew all the way and climbed off of him. Curling up, he coughed and whimpered, scooting himself towards the head of the bed and mumbling something like wudyaduduma as he went. “What did I do to you?” He nodded and reached to remove the plug, but my hand was faster and I pinned his wrist and shook my head in disapproval. “You’ll want that where it is for now, trust me. As for what I did, I gave you exactly what you wanted, the high of your life. Your drink was spiked with ghb, aka the date rape drug, and you downed it so fast I am amazed you didn’t pass out. What you should be asking is what do I have planned for you. That one is much more interesting, but I think I should show you instead of telling you.” I grabbed Derek’s toned legs and twisted until he had no choice but to flip onto his stomach. Pulling him by the ankles, I worked him toward me until his knees were off the mattress, before separating them with my own legs and climbing up between his toned smooth thighs. Reaching out I plucked the butt plug from its home in one foul swoop. Bucking in protest, I caught sight of Derek’s face in the mirror in my headboard and knew that he’d finally figured out what was coming. His hands shot out in front of him, wildly grasping the bedspread in hopes of pulling himself to safety, but without any traction from his legs, he was out of luck. Inching closer, my hands reached out to where the lube had been concealed and retrieved a steady cam remote. With the press of a button the TV screen switched over to a live feed from all the many cameras hidden around the bedroom and I scrolled through them until I found the one I wanted: a hidden camera in the alarm clock, angled just right to see Derek’s face. Animal instinct and primal fear were evident in his face, suggesting he’d given up the urge to fight and was now relying on flight to save him. Setting down the remote and spreading his ass cheeks with one hand, I clasped the other to his neck, immobilizing his movement just slightly, and turning the look on his face into a look of defeat. “No.” was the last coherent word I made out from him that night, when my massive cock head slid up against his sphincter and pressed in. Derek lost his ability to process language when the pressure got higher and my butt cheeks clenched, drawing my dick forward until it burst into Derek’s virgin hole. Adrenaline and pain combined to make his body seize forward, but only until it bounced against the mattress and sprung back, causing my cock to go further. Taking his ensuing screech as an invitation, I sunk my staff all the way in until my body was pressed tight to his own. Sobs rocked his chest when I felt my cock pierce a third pulsing ring, so the boy who’d done nothing but respect and obey me from day one was in pain and I was causing it. It was clear to me that I had to pull myself off, beg his forgiveness and fix what I’d done, but all of that was forgotten when I started to pull out and his asshole grasped my helmet and squeezed enticingly. I sunk back deeper still into his hole, and he gasped, then sobbed again. With all my will power I managed to pull out almost half way before a different muscle gripped and wouldn’t let me out. Accordingly I slammed back in again, followed by a bigger gasp and quieter sobs. Finally I speedily reared back until I was almost free, this time his outer hole closing tight, locking my bulbous cockhead inside. Not one to argue with physiology I figured that whatever his mind had to tell itself about hating what was happening, his butt was not about to let it stop. Pumping slowly at first then faster, I worked myself up until I was truly fucking the former virgin beneath my roaring form. Glancing up I saw that Derek’s face was no longer contorted in pain as it had been upon my initial entry, but the tv now showed it to be conflicted, upset but intrigued. Scooting back until my feet touched the ground, while pulling his semi-conscious form along, I repositioned myself and spun him around until he was on his back, my cock never leaving his bowels. Sure enough, he was as hard as I was, maybe harder and pulsing along with no help from his or my hand. Arms limp above him and tear streaked head rolling from side to side I resumed my pounding, now faster and deeper with his legs over my forearms. He suddenly came to life and moved his arms to my chest to push me away. Beating against my hairy pecs with all the strength his drugged body could muster, he moaned and sucked in breath, until his eyes popped open, his abs tightened and his ass milked me like nothing I’d ever felt. Unable to speak, I shot my gaze deep into his and grunted to warn that he was about to receive my sperm. Almost as if he understood me, he nodded once, then his hands, which had been fighting me off, reached out and grabbed my hips and my neck, pulling me in deeper on each thrust. Before I could impregnate my straight victim, his neck arched, his chest puffed up and his untouched cock began to shoot all over both of us, soaking my furry chin, chest and abs, as well as his smooth lips, nose, adam’s apple, and down to his belly button. This was exactly what I had hoped for the first day we met, except for one final thing. Then suddenly it was complete. My uretha swelled and opened as I shot stream after stream of hot meth-laced semen so deep in his ass that it might still be there. Counting when I watched the video later, it looks from the outside like I shot at least 12 hard shots and another 15 or so medium sized spurts before my balls gave out and I collapsed onto Derek’s delirious body. When I came to a few minutes later, Derek was also just regaining consciousness and mumbling. When both of our eyes focused and he realized it was really happening, he shook his head for a second, then closed his eyes, turned his head away from me, and squeezed my cock with his hole. “More huh?” I asked, my hoarse voice full of lust. His hands reached down and squeezed my ass cheeks then fell to his sides. His will was broken and his ass was mine. I shot another load in him before I ever pulled out, and managed another two loads, one in his throat and one both on his asshole and inside it, before the drugs completely wore off. He came once more, in the shower, while crying, after I dumped him there once I was done. When he was sober enough to get out, he locked himself in his room with his party favors, the plug I left inside him to keep my loads in, and a copy of the video we’d just made. Over the next few hours he smoked the last of the tina and tried not to freak out. Watching via the hidden cams, I saw as he texted Lana, receiving no response, before struggling and finally taking his phone and texting someone else. Hearing a buzz I looked over and saw “Matt’s” phone had a new message. It said: ‘have vid u requested. should b worth 2x what u gave me or more. If u like it enuf I can make sequel.’ Attached was a clip from the video of me sucking Derek’s dick and another clip of me pounding his hole Typing furiously I responded: ‘If ur willing 2 do that, maybe we can work it out so u never have 2 pay. I have friends 4 u 2 meet and service.’ Watching the camera, I saw him start to work the plug in his ass. Reading the response, he took a deep breath and typed back: ‘Whatever u want but I need more stuf asap. I want 2 be so hi I dont remember what I did 2day.’ My smile widened and I picked up the pipe and a bottle of g off the table before responding: ’ever been 2 rest stop on hwy 85? Its worth 3x as much if I can c u with other guys there.’ ‘just tell me when n where 2 go. I need 2 get hi now.’ The end of part 3

between the two, definite effeminate bottoms. i will say though im not a huge fan of guys that are really in shape (big muscles, washboard abs, huge pecs etc. looking like they just came out of a fitness magazine). not my cup of tea at all. i REALLY like guys that are plain or not too attractive (very fat guys/super chubs with lots of rolls, very skinny guys, old men that are over the age of 60, guys that are not attractive to the general public, guys that you would never expect to be fucking).... these guys make me weak. love them!

I had been working with this guy for quite some time. We had both identified each other as gay, and truth be told, I thought he was drop-dead cute. Not only was he cute, he was younger and shorter than was I, and his hair was a dark ginger color, cut short at the back and sides and brushed to the side, floppy on top - just like I like it. You may know from earlier stories that I have a thing for guys with nice hair, its not so much the colour as the style and a texture. This guy's hair was thick and I imagined it was going to feel great. We had always got on well and when we were alone had a few chats about his boyfriend, who lived a long way away at a different university and they only got to see each other during the holidays. Now my cute co-worker was a bottom, and he occasionally remarked that every time his boyfriend fucked him it hurt because there was a long distance between fucks. At some point he even showed me a photograph of his boy friend's cock. To be honest it was nothing to write home about. During our conversations he also mentioned he would like to find a discreet guy to fuck him during term time so when his boyfriend was around, he could take his cock and enjoy himself. So naturally I showed him a photograph of my thick cock. The look of conflicted lust crossed his face. I could tell he was torn between getting laid and being true to his boyfriend, but I reasoned nothing however cure his horniness other than a proper cock inside him, even if the cock was poz, as was mine. Now he didn't know I was poz, and as he never brought it up, I was happy to leave it that way. Even so I had pretty much written him off as his guilt complex made it too much effort to work through. Then one night this all changed. We were at the company's Christmas party recently and a couple hours into the party we crossed paths and as I could see he had had a few drinks and was somewhat looser, I thought it a good time to see if he was still horned-up, I could even see the bulge in his trousers, so I decided to go for it. I reached under the table and gave his hard cock a squeeze which made him gasp. It was time to fuck this boy. I told him I was going to the toilet and wanted him to come so I could give him what he needed. When we got inside the toilet was empty as it was fairly late, and many of the attendees had already departed. No sooner had we entered the cubicle then he began kissing me, driving his tongue into my mouth. I buried my hand in his thick ginger hair and it felt as good as I thought it would. We turned around in the cubicle and I pushed him down so he sat on the toilet. I unzipped and got out my thick poz cock, wet with toxic pre-cum and drove it into his mouth right into his throat until he gagged. God could the boy suck cock. He took it into his mouth and throat like a depraved crazy guy. I grabbed the top of his hair and pulled him deeper onto my cock until his eyes were watering. I told him to use as much spit as possible to make my cock wet as I was going to shove it in his ass and give him what he needed. At that point he got all worried about his boyfriend but I told him that he's already been sucking me so he's already crossed the line and we weren't going anywhere till I'd emptied my balls deep in his ginger pussy. I stood him up and turned him around, reached round and undid his trousers which fell to his ankles, then dropped his boxers revealing the cutest ass you'd ever seen, he put his knees on the toilet and bent over, his ass cheeks just opened up and left his tight twitching hole exposed. I wasted no time. I lined-up my wet poz cock with his hole and in one motion drove it deep into his guts. He grunted with genuine pain. His grunt may have said 'stop', but his cock never lost its erection, so I pumped him hard, fucking him deeper and deeper with every thrust, driving into his ass so deeply that I popped into his inner ring and I held still, grabbed the top of his hair while I ran my tongue up the back of his neck. He shuddered with pleasure and then I whispered in his ear, “I'm going to shoot my poz load deep in your inner ring!” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye for a moment but nothing came out of his mouth. He just bowed his head forwards as I pounded his ass, using his head of thick hair as an anchor, I built up momentum. I could feel my balls tightening and my cock was on the brink so I drove it home just as my cock swelled and spew volley after volley of highly toxic cum deep in his guts. It crossed my mind that I was shooting so much cum it almost felt like I was pissing in his ass. Yeah, I could feel the warmth of my load surrounding my cock so I knew he was full. Pulling out, my cock was laced with cum and blood from his torn ring. It was one hell of a beautiful sight. I couldn't help the snicker with pleasure. He turned around and collapsed onto the seat, lost in thought. I thought he looked sated, as he should have been given the fuck I had given him. I noticed his hair was in a real state after the fuck and his cock was still hard. I drove my still hard cock into his mouth to clean it as he wanked himself hard. As he shot his load over the floor I pulled out his mouth bowed his head forward and shot my second poz load over that sexy ginger hair. He looked up at me totally exhausted. I pulled him up and told him to raise his trousers because I wasn't going to let him waste my poz cum: it had to stay deep in his bowels. Using my second load, I styled his hair and sent him out of the cubicle. Turning around he asked "Why?" “You didn't ask and you didn't stop me”, I replied. He looked at me and smiled, turned around and re joined the party.

Part 1 It was going to be a great day! I had just turned 18 two days ago, I was graduating from high school in the afternoon and I was going to a huge party that night with my girlfriend Emily, my best friend Paul, and his girlfriend Linda. First let me tell you about myself. My name is Caleb. I’m the youngest of four boys in a very religious and close family. I was home schooled until high school and then went to a high school operated by our church. I guess you could call me the nerdy type. I am 5’11’’, I weigh about 160 pounds, . My hair was blond and shaggy. I loved to swim so I guess I had what you would call a ”swimmers build”. My girlfriend Emily said most girls thought I was cute, in a “nerdy” way. Emily was my age and we had been seeing each other all through high school. Emily was very pretty. We both were religious and never took our relationship beyond the handholding and occasional kiss phase. We both believed that any sexual contact should remain off limits until we married. We were very naïve about the real world. Paul was my best friend. We had known each other since we were little kids and were inseparable. If I was a nerd, Paul was a “super nerd”. He is about 5’6’’ and weighs 130 pounds. He has a pale complexion with shaggy red hair. Paul even wears the typical thick rimmed glasses. Paul could easily be mistaken for being 13 or 14 years old. Paul’s girlfriend Linda is very shy. I don’t think they had even held hands let alone kiss. They both are even more naive than Emily and me, if that is possible. I have always considered myself total straight and never even thought about "fooling around" with a guy. It was against what I believed and besides I was saving myself for Emily. Tonight was going to change our lives in so many ways and I we were completely unaware. All four of us were graduating together, so after our graduation ceremony, Emily and I met up with Paul and Linda and we attended receptions put on by our parents and by 9:00 pm it was time to head to the party. We were all nervous but excited about the party. Many kids from our class were attending and we knew there would probably be alcohol and maybe more available there. Paul and I had only snuck a few beers in our life and both of the girls had never tried alcohol. Linda said she would go but would not drink but the rest of us had decided to have fun and celebrate our “big accomplishment”. The party was taking place at a remote farm about ten miles from town. When we arrived there were dozens of kids already partying, many from our school and many I didn’t recognize. The farmhouse was huge and there was a very large swimming pool and hot tub in the backyard along with many picnic tables. There was a huge bonfire in a fire pit. Everybody had contributed money to attend so there was beer, liquor, soft drinks and food. All four of us had packed bathing suits and we noticed nearly everyone there was already in their suits and enjoying the pool and hot tub on a very warm night. We went inside to change and were directed to two bedrooms in the back. The house was beautiful and I was surprised anyone would let such a party take place in it. When we got outside after changing I asked around about who owned the home. I was told it was two former graduates from another local school who were great football players and had even played in the NFL before getting hurt. They were now successful businessmen and agreed each year to allow the party on their property. Their only stipulation was that no one leave drunk and that they be allowed to join the party later in the evening. A friend of Emily’s led us back into the house and showed us a picture of the two owners. They were both stunningly handsome shirtless black men appearing to be in their early-forties. They were both about 250 pounds of solid rippling muscle. They looked like Greek gods. I heard Emily gasp when she saw the picture. “They are beautiful”, she whispered. I thought it odd that these two men would own the house together, but I didn’t pursue the matter further. We went outside and found the beer and alcohol and the three of us grabbed a beer and headed to the pool. The beer was flowing fast and furious and Paul and I matched each other drink for drink. We were definitely feeling the effects About an hour had passed when we heard the owners had arrived along with a nephew of one of the guys. A few minutes later they appeared: all three were shirtless and wore basketball shorts. Their photographs didn't do them justice. My school didn’t have any African American students, so we had little exposure to black men. They were the most beautiful men I had ever seen. Jordan was the biggest and appeared to be in his early forties. His muscles seemed to pop from his body. Emily commented that his thighs were bigger than my waist. He had closely cut hair and an incredibly handsome face. He had only one tattoo I could see. It was an odd design around his navel. James appeared to be about the same age but wasn’t as big but he had a perfectly defined chest with an eight pack of abs and the same odd tattoo. He had his hair in dreadlocks. Aaron, who turned out to be Jordan’s nephew was about in his early 20’s, swimmers build like me and the face of a model. He too had the same tattoo. We were introduced to them and they seemed very interested in us. Jordan put his arm around me and James put his arm around Paul and asked if we were having fun. We looked so small next to them but they really seemed to like us and we talked for a while. Aaron meanwhile seemed to really be interested in Emily which was making me jealous but I knew she was not going to screw up our relationship. Linda just stood and watched as we all talked. After a few minutes, Jordan suggested we all go to the hot tub. We all grabbed beer and headed over. The hot tub was huge. It could easily handle 20 people and there were about 10 people in there. We climbed in and Jordan made sure to sit next to me and James next to Paul. Aaron got there a few minutes later and maneuvered himself in next Emily. Linda said she didn’t feel good and said she was going to lie down in the car. After a few minutes somebody brought out a bong, a device of which I had heard, but never actually before seen. Everybody in the tub started passing it around and taking “hits” off it. When it came to me, Jordan showed me and Paul and Emily how to do it. I took two hits and suddenly I was feeling pretty relaxed. The marijuana and the beer were really making me feel good. I leaned back and suddenly felt Jordan put his hand on my leg. I couldn’t see it because of the foam in the tub but it felt massive and he slowly began rubbing my upper thigh. I looked over at Paul and could tell by the look on his face that James was doing the same to him. Jordan then reached under the water and grabbed my hand and placed it on his massive thigh. You could feel the muscles under his smooth skin and I began to rub him. I saw Jordan look at James and wink. get his backpack from the house. Aaron asked Emily to go so they could bring back more beer and she agreed. As soon as they left, Jordan yelled “It’s time to party!” He shifted in the water and then next thing I knew he was holding his shorts in his hand and tossing them out on the grass. James removed his shorts immediately as did several other guys and girls in the pool. James turned to Paul and me and said “What about you two?” Neither of us made a move so they took action. They reached down and grabbed us by our waist and lifted us with one hand while stripping our suit with the others. The next thing I knew I was back in the tub totally naked with Jordan’s massive arm around me. I looked over at Paul who looked totally in shock and appeared to be sitting on James’s lap. Aaron showed up at that moment, but Emily had remained back at the house to use the bathroom. Jordan reached in to the pack and pulled out two bottles and tossed one to James. They took the covers off and put it up to our nose and said breath it in. I did twice and felt like I was flying. I felt Jordan put his hand on my stomach and slowly rub me. He moved his hand down to my penis and took it in his hand. I realized then that I was getting hard. He pressed his face against my neck and began nipping it with his teeth. I moaned slightly and when I did he turned my face to his and I kissed a man for the first time in my young life. His tongue played with my tongue and without thinking I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. I heard a moan from behind and saw Paul lying with his head on James’s shoulder. It was obvious that Paul was being touched under the water and was enjoying it. Suddenly I felt something brush my leg. I reached and felt his penis for the first time. It was massive. I couldn’t imagine a man having a penis that large. Jordan smiled and stood up. I was face to face with penis at least 10 inches long but its width was stunning. There was a large metal ring piercing the tip of it. I didn’t think such a thing was possible. I heard several people in the tub as well as some people who were now watching the four of us, gasp when they saw it. “Taste it!” he told me. I obeyed and opened my mouth. It was so big I could barely get it in but Jordan slowly helped me taste my first penis. “Your turn baby” I heard James say and I turned around to see Paul licking the tip of James’s penis. James was not as massive as Jordan but was longer. He had to be at least 13 to 14 inches long. Paul was mesmerized by it all. They both grabbed the poppers bottles again and took a hit of their own. Then they shoved the bottle under our nose and we both inhaled. I knew then that I was really starting to enjoy this and wasn’t going to try and stop whatever was happening. Suddenly we were both picked up by our two Greek gods and carried to a picnic table. I felt so small in his huge arms as he carried me. His body felt warm against mine and I reached and rubbed his muscled chest. He pulled me tight against him and began to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. Aaron, who was also now naked, was there at the table spreading a blanket on it. We were both placed gently on table next to each other.

In my mind I was constantly vigilant, making sure not to say or do anything that might give me away, but sometimes my eyes couldn’t help themselves when some dude bent over to warm up or when somebody was changing in the dressing room and had nothing more than a dance belt on. Usually I caught myself before anyone noticed me gawking, but not last Sunday. We had just finished a long dance rehearsal at the rehearsal space and were all being called in to the dressing rooms in pairs for our final fittings, and finally I was called in with Neal, the leading man who I was glad to say I had become friends with, despite him being the star and me only a lowly chorus boy. I was relieved that he and I were called in together because, while he was a very attractive guy, he was at least 20 years older than me and I had no interest in him other than as a buddy. Some of you are probably offended by this, but it had nothing to do with his looks or age. In any other group of men, he would shine as the most attractive, but in the theatre, surrounded by college guys and dancers in their early 20’s, he was only average in comparison. The costumer handed us some pants to try on and stepped out of the room so we could change which would usually have been my cue to run off to one of the dark corners or even into a bathroom stall to avoid changing with another guy. This wasn’t because I was that shy, but actually due to my fear of getting hard seeing the rock hard abs, bulging biceps and toned thighs of the other guys. Since it was just Neal and I, and he was engaging me in conversation, I stayed put and stripped to my tighty-whiteys while he tried getting a knot out of his shoelace. “No dance belt like the other boys huh?” he asked when he glanced up at me after finally giving up, and pulling the shoe off. “Nah, I don’t even own one,” I responded while pulling on my first pair of slacks. “I know I’ll need one for dress rehearsal next week but since this is my first professional show I’ve never bought one before and I’m stalling until the last possible day. “I understand,” he continued to undress, peeling off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly cut chest for a guy in his mid-30’s. “I still don’t own a dance belt and I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years.” “How do you get away with that?”I asked him while slipping on my next pair. “With this,” He said, motioning to his mid-section while undoing his drawstring and letting his sweats drop in a puddle at his feet. Unaware of what he was doing I turned and looked at the very moment his pants slid down, and my jaw dropped almost to my feet. “Jockstraps are just as good for me most of the time, and they don’t ride up into a super wedgie like dance belts do.” Neal should have been the one safe person for me to be in here with, but standing only 4 feet away from him now, unable to peel my eyes away from his giant bulge held back by a white athletic supporter, I was suddenly aware of just how naïve I’d been. Here I’d been treating him like an asexual mentor, and he was secretly concealing a fuzzy, muscled, horse-hung, sex god under his track pants and cotton pullovers. “Pete? Peter? Yo earth to Pete!” He snapped his fingers bringing me back to reality so quickly I caught my foot in my pants and fell forward into his naked chest. “Whoa boy, I thought you were more coordinated than the average teen. Or has this suave dancer façade been nothing but an act?” “Sorry,” My mouth was dry and I couldn’t push away and turn around to try on the last pair of pants fast enough. “Just wasn’t expecting…” “What?” His voice sounded too close for my comfort, and send a shock down my spine that began stiffening my cock. “Oh, I get it. Grossed out by my flabby ass and fur.” “you forgot your bare ass in that jock,” my quip caused us both to laugh. “That’s more crack than even Lindsey Lohan could handle!” “Hurrying to finish, I dashed out before he stopped laughing and ran almost straight into the costumer. “How’d it fit?” Big enough for you?” She asked. “Big enough? You mean the pants! Yeah plenty big. All of them were just perfect.” I said trying to sound nonchalant while begging my hard on to go down. “Well you are not getting off that easy,” she said, pushing me back towards the dressing room. “go put the number one pick back on and lets see it so I can mark any alterations I need to make.” “But” “Go! And send Neal out in the grey suit if it fits okay!” and with that she opened the door and pushed me back in, right past Neal who was passing me in the very grey suit she had mentioned. “So what do you think? Too tight in the inseam?” She asked as the door shut behind me. Quick before they finished I ducked around the wall with every pair of pants she’d given me and into the rest room part of the dressing area. Tossing the pants on the counter, I dropped my shorts whipped out my cock and began stroking. Just as I was about to cum I heard the door open and Neal re-enter, with instructions to try on the tweed and come back out. Shoving my cock back in my briefs, I picked up a random pair of slacks and slid them on, fastening them with the head of my dick trapped between my abs and the waist band. “There you are!” Neal announced as he rounded the wall, the costumer close behind. “Pam was wondering if you got lost so we came looking for you. Looks like a good fit Pam, so how bout letting me and the kid change into option two?” “The waist is pulling weird,” pam said as she began towards me. “Do we need to take it out a little?” “NO!” I shouted with such gusto it stopped Pam in her tracks. “No, sorry, just wearing the wrong underwear today. It is perfect.” “Wrong underwear?” Pam turned to Neal with a puzzled look. “Yeah, kid forgot to wear a dance belt,” Neal explained while trying on another suit coat over his bare chest. “Can you please step out so I can put on the suit you keep claiming you need to see me in?” “Fine.” Pam turned the corner and went to the door. “Buncha babies can’t get dressed with a girl in the room, I’ll step outside.” “Finally,” My voice revealed a little too much of my desperation for her to leave. “She can be such a knit-picker, even after 3 fittings!” “Seriously Pete,” Neal agreed with my excuse. “Spends hours trying to make my inseam fit just right and can’t make it so my zipper will work. Can you help me out with this?” “With your zipper?” My eyes came to rest on the bulge I previously ignored, wondering if he had to wear loose slacks or sweats all the time to keep it from looking obscene. “Yeah, it is stuck half way down and I can’t get it to keep going,” He added, oblivious to my depraved gaze. “Can you get down there and see if it is caught on my shirt or something?” With a nod I took two steps and lowered myself to the ground. Hands trembling I reached out and took hold of the metal zip, tugging a few times with no luck. “Maybe if I unbutton them,” and he did just that. “Now give it a good tug.” And I did, causing the jeans to slip and pull the jockstrap down with them. Without a thought I kept pulling down but Neal caught his waist just in time to stop the impending nudity, giving me a glimpse of his dark brown straight pubes leading right up to where they meet his cock, but not quite revealing it. “Whoa there buddy,” He said as he pulled his pants back on. “I guess I know what they got caught on! Better let me fix these bad boys. Mind stepping back into the changing section so I can take these off and see what’s wrong?” “Sure,” my cock throbbed as I turned to go around the wall, catching a glimpse of his fuzz-covered ass in the mirror right before cleared the partition and found myself alone again. Listening to him curse at the zipper I walked over to his discarded sweats and lifted them to my face while my other hand undid my trousers and fished out my cock. One deep inhale and suddenly I was exploding. Streams of cum escaping my dickhead while an image of Neal in his jock filled my head. Tossing a few paper towel on the cum spots I used my feet to wipe up while slipping into the second pair of pants. Just in time, Pam burst in and Neal rounded the corner, neither one any wiser about my illicit jerk session. As I packed up to leave after final dress rehearsal a dozen or so days later, Pam spotted me and pulled me aside. Some notes had already been passed along, but she wanted to ask me privately to make sure I went out and got a dance belt before the show opened the next night. Sensing my discomfort, she recommended a specialty men’s clothing store not too far from the theatre and told me to tell them what I needed when I arrived. I explained that I didn’t have my own car these days, and she got a smile on her face. “No problem!” She began walking me towards the dressing rooms. “One of the other guys needs one too and I’m sure he could give you a ride if you need.” Unfamiliar with who was in which dressing room since moving from the rehearsal space into the actual theatre, I didn’t realize who’s door she was knocking at until it opened. “Hey Pam, Pete, what can I do for you?” My heart sank as Pam explained to Neal that I was also needing a dance belt for the show and would he mind giving me a ride there the next morning before call. “No problem, just text me your address and I’ll pick you up around 9.” I considered not texting him the address to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing where I lived. Not because it was some dump, because it was actually a beautiful house in the suburbs. No I didn’t want him to see it because as soon as he did he’d know that no teenage could afford living there unless it was his parent’s house. Finally I decided I’d meet him in front of the apartment complex a few blocks away, when the house phone rang and my mom picked it up. Just as I was about to press send, I heard her say “The blue house on the corner, thanks Neal, we’ll see you at 9.” “Who was that?” I shouted down to her from my room. “That was a guy from the show looking for you,” She called back, nonchalantly. “He said you both need to pick up some dance equipment before the show today and offered you a ride. Turns out he had no idea you live at home. You must be acting pretty mature at rehearsals because when I answered he asked if I was your girlfriend. Isn’t that sweet?” “What did you tell him?” I begged of her as I flew down the stairs, two at a time, screeching to a stop in front of her. “Nothing embarrassing,” she smiled and handed me my coat. “I just explained that I’m your mom and we really appreciate the ride since I have work and your dad is taking your sister to a piano lesson.” I cringed and slunk back to my room to finish getting dressed. Bad enough he now knew I am still stuck at home with my folks, but now he would probably think of me as some sort of baby-faced, mama’s boy who has to get rides from his parents and be home before curfew or something. I wondered if opening night was too late to call and quit my first professional acting gig. Just in case I could avoid him being asked in to meet everyone, I texted Neal my cell number so he could tell me when he was close. When my phone buzzed at 9, I threw on my coat, grabbed my bag and ran out the door before my parents could see me. Rushing down the drive I ducked under some bushes to avoid having to open the gate and ran up along side Neal’s car. “Hey bud,” He reached across and opened the door for me, patting me on the back as I slid into his ride. “Got everything you need?” “Yeah let’s go,” I smiled a fake smile and began making small talk to avoid any questions he might have about just how old I was. Pulling off the highway and into downtown was still new to me, having grown up in the suburbs, but Neal slid from lane to lane with no problems, finally parallel parking like he did it all the time (which he probably did since he worked down here full time as an actor). Hopping out, he led the way to the front door of a small, unassuming shop, tucked between a large bar and an upscale clothing boutique. My eyes took a second to adjust when he ushered me into the dimly-lit entryway. Now indoors, I was shocked to see men’s undergarments from floor to ceiling, adorning mannequins and featured on buff models in photo spreads. Neal took point again, walk past me up to the counter and hitting the bell. Almost immediately a handsome man around My Dad’s age appeared from behind a curtain and asked what he could do for us. “My friend and I are in the show opening tonight across the street,” he said with no ego. “and we both need underwear with the necessary support for us to dance in, without creating any pantylines under our costumes.” “Certainly,” The man seemed to know exactly what we meant and called into the back room for someone named David. “Let me take you to those items and then David and I will help with the fitting.” Gesturing to follow, he stepped around the desk and briskly made his way down a flight of stairs into a much bigger room, with more varieties of undies on every surface. As we passed some truly bizarre pairs, Neal grabbed one from the wall and wrapped it around his neck and feigned choking. We both laughed for a second until the clerk cleared his throat and pointed out two dressing rooms, one for each of us. “If you wouldn’t mind stepping inside and disrobing, David will be along to take some measurements in a moment and I’ll be back with some choices of styles, colors and materials.” The man turned to go before pausing and turning back. “By the way, I am Edward if you need anything.” “I guess we should get undressed,” Neal said, pulling back the curtain to his dressing area and stepping inside. I followed suit and began to slowly peel away my coat and shirt, when I realized there was something missing from this dressing room. “Hey Pete does your dressing room have any-” “Mirrors?” I completed his thought. “Not one, guess we’re supposed to use the big one out in the main area.” David appeared moments later and walked right into my dressing room. He was obviously annoyed that I still had my pants on and dropped to his knees to pull them and my briefs off. Even with the handsome 20ish muscle guy running a measuring tape around my waist, thighs, hips and up my groin, I was too nervous to get hard, thanking God that it wasn’t too cold though. After writing a few things down, David stepped back into the main area and left my curtain open, pointing to something on his clipboard and nodding when Edward pointed to something else. With that he pulled back the curtain to Neal’s area and I wished to heck they weren’t right next to each other so I could have seen if he’d stripped all the way down or only to his undies. For the next twenty minutes or so, Edward brought me pair after pair of dance belts, but much nicer than any I’d ever seen. Finally I had worn it down to two choices, a flesh tone style with high sides and a nice soft pouch, and a black silky pair with an elastic band around the cock and wider waist band to help keep it in place. “Step out and take a look.” Edward said when he slid the flesh tone pair up my legs. My nerves were diminishing and Edward’s forceful tone had me thinking of baseball and fat chicks to keep myself flaccid. Opening the curtain, I was surprised to see Neal on the platform in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a royal blue dance belt with a drawstring around the pouch to help keep things inside. If anything, his bulge looked bigger today than it had before. “Oh shit, Pete,” Neal turned red and spun around, dashing into his dressing room. “Didn’t realize you were stepping out so soon.” “No problem Neal,” I responded laughing at his reaction. “It’s only slightly less than you were wearing the first time we changed together.” We laughed and I stepped onto the platform and marveled at how manly I looked. My muscle mass had increased quite a bit since I’d begun training for this show, and the baby fat I used to carry around my love handles and pecs was all but gone since I’d been dancing so much. I thought I looked hot, but the faces of the two clerks said otherwise. “Try the black and I will go find on more I think you should see,” Edward said as David shooed me back into the dressing room. Expecting him to leave, I was shocked as he whipped the flesh pair down to my feet and held out the black for me to slip into. This time when he got it to my groin, my nerves were forgotten and my cock began to harden, aided when he grasped the base firmly, ran his fingers under my balls and tucked the whole thing into the black pouch. Running his fingers along the sides to make sure the sides lay right, he stopped as they met, right by my sensitive butt hole. Hearing the other curtain pull aside, I could just see a glimpse of Neal’s back as David stepped out to take a look at the other customer’s choice. Unaware that he’d left the curtain open an inch, I snuck forward and peeked out to see what Neal was wearing. My cock went from tentatively hardening, to full on hard-on when I saw Neal’s massive meat encased in white cotton so thin I could see the ridge of his cock head and a vein working its way down the shaft. David gave Neal a thumb’s up and Neal returned to his room. Absent mindedly stroking my own dick in the black pair, I forgot about Edward’s return until my curtain was thrust open once more and Edward led me up onto the platform. “Not bad,” He said with no hint of disgust or intrigue. My dick was fully hard and causing the black material to poke out obscenely, even creating a wet spot where the tip was leaking precum. “But I think these will work better.” Pulling me back into the dressing room, Edward reached into my pouch and grasped my hard cock firmly, while pulling off the black belt. Not letting go until I stepped free of the black one, Edward finally held open a new pair with a wide black belt, attached to a red pouch, which was attached to two red elastic bands that each made a small loop. Looking confused, Edward showed me to put my leg into the belt first then a loop for each on until they reached the top. Once there he grasped my hard cock once more and slid it and my balls through a small hole in the first layer of fabric in the pouch, giving me tons of extra support around my crotch with nothing touching my ass. He explained that this pair had a built in c-ring for added support, but the tiny leg straps were practically invisible under clothes. Now harder than ever, he tucked my dick back up under the waist band, leaving my bulge quite full but not so obviously stiff. I felt so naked I grabbed my shirt off the floor and tucked it around me and not a moment too soon. Ripping back the curtain, Edward was pushing me out to the mirror. I was surprised to see Neal standing on the platform in a red pair that looked like briefs at the front and a thong in back. Both of stammered for something to say as I took a spot next to him, before he finally spit it out. “Seems only fair I see you bare ass,” he said slapping my butt, “since you’ve seen me that way!” I dropped my shirt a little bit giving him a glimpse at mylily white cheeks, we laughed and the clerks ushered us back to our separate rooms. Once inside I agreed with Edward that this was the best pair for me, but asked if there was one with a fly incase I needed to pee and didn’t have time to release myself from the ring in the pair I had on. Reaching out, he took the top of the pair I had on and peeled back a Velcro piece, allowing the entire front section to roll down and reattach at the bottom, leaving my cock hanging free while still through the ring. “Would you like to see anything else today?” He inquired, before unzipping his own slacks and letting them fall open to reveal a similar pair on him, but made of leather and without any cloth to cover his thick uncut 8 inches. I nodded yes and reached for his thick cock, stroking it as he returned the favor. Pressing my body against the wall by the curtain he peeled away the closest edge so I could see Neal now wearing a crisp white jockstyle belt while David stood back and judged. Looking past them I caught a reflection of my face, chest and cock, being stroked by a meaty older man’s hand and felt a thick finger pierce my ass hole and force itself in two knuckles deep and I lost control. I stifled my cry of pleasure by throwing my head into Edward’s chest and began to cum, stream after stream soaking his cotton oxford shirt and soft wool and silk pants. Simultaneously I could feel Edward’s load shoot out over my dick and thighs. Pulling his chest away, he leaned in and kissed my lips before telling me to get dressed. He looked outside the tiny room and once he was sure the coast was clear he ran off, while I got dressed and waited for Neal. We left about 5 minutes later, making our way to the main floor to pay for our purchases. When Neal asked me where mine was, I told him I decided to wear it to the show. In actuality I had been unable to find my briefs anywhere and, assuming Edward took them to wipe up with, I decided to wear them so any rogue cum drop wouldn’t leave a mark on my pants. Neal was holding his in his hand, and from what I could tell it was one of the white pairs I had seen before, but I couldn’t see which. At the desk, I paid for mine using a credit card I had no idea how I was going to pay off, but luckily Edward (now with a jacket over his shirt and tie) gave me a big discount. Neal paid next and seemed unfazed by the price, whatever it was. As we left I made sure to accidentally leave my ball cap behind, and ran back to get it, sliding my number to Edward before leaving. Opening night was a rousing success and due to some very quick changes I had to make, I was given a private dressing room right off the stage so no one ever saw my new dance belt. By the curtain call, the whole cast ready to get out of there, which meant drinks for most and calling for a ride home for me. “Gonna come out with us for a drink?” I turned at the sound of Neal’s voice. “It should be fun.” “Wish I could,” I said, walking with him toward the parking lot. Rather than further embarrass myself I figured I’d be ambiguous. “Sadly I have to get home and get some stuff done tonight, otherwise I would.” “What is so important you have to skip out on your first professional opening night?” He asked, clapping a hand around my shoulder and pulling me in to his side. The heat coming off of him was almost as intoxicating as the smell of his cologne and sweat, causing me to falter before I could come up with another excuse. “Just come out and have a couple drinks and you can still be home in time for Matlock, okay Grandma?” “Sounds fun but I am not old enough to drink,” I hated admitting it, but it might give me an out. “Sorry, forgot about that.” Neal loosened his arm hold as we walked, but kept it around my shoulders, and it felt nice. “But you can still have a couple tonight if you want. We got a full bar and buffet set up at Jim’s (the director) house, and I live only a few houses down from him so you can crash at my place if you’re too drunk to drive home.” “I dunno Neal,” I wanted to go but was nervous about spending time with everyone and having nothing in common. “I really do have things to get done tonight.” “If you really need to get home tonight then you can come for an hour and then you can drive my car home,” he said, defeating my defenses. “Chances are I will walk back to my place anyway once I decide I’ve had enough. Then tomorrow you can give me a ride to the show and bring my car back.” “Really?” My mind was searching for another excuse but this way I could hang out for a little while, then get home without any one worrying, and check out where Neal and Jim lived. “Okay, but I can’t stay too long.” “I know, I know,” he smiled and walked us over to his car. “You have things to do.” Pulling up outside the house I tried my hardest to seem nonchalant, but inside I was going nuts. Here we were in one of the snootiest neighborhoods in town, pulling up to the cast party for the biggest show of the year so far, and not only was I in it, but I was walking in with the star. It never occurred to me that the party would have more than just cast, but everywhere I looked I saw the local elite. Some famous, most rich, all classy. Lucky for me, Neal was pulled away as soon as we entered, so he could schmooze some big wig producers. Meanwhile the other chorus members grabbed me and pulled me out on the patio where there was a dance floor set up and lots of waiters walking around with champagne. After a few glasses and a few dances, we all decided to check out the digs, and snuck off to see the rest of the house. The ensemble guys and girls were all older than I was, some by a few years, some by a decade, but I was having a great time, especially when one of them absconded with a bottle of expensive vodka and we all snuck into Jim’s screening room to do shots. I’d forgotten all about going home when some of the others decided to go back out and dance some more. A few of the chorus boys who were fresh out of college wanted to see the bedrooms, and asked me along so I joined them. Turns out they were only looking for dirt about Neal and why we’d been hanging out so much. I laughed it off and explained that we were carpool buddies, which put it to rest, until we came upon Neal in Jim’s study and he asked to join us. The other guys were pretty drunk (although I was not far behind) and couldn’t help themselves when they noticed Neal joking with me. “So what’s all this?” One of the guys asked us. “Pete says you’re just carpool buddies, but I heard you two went shopping together and shit.” “yeah we did,” Neal said. “So? Is it too far-fetched to think we could be friends?” “But are you only friends,” the guy slurred. “Or maybe something more?” “Yeah we’ve all heard the rumors about you,” another guy added. “and you can date as many singers and ingénues as you want, but lots of your friends seem to be young guys like us.” “Well, not to fret Gents,” Neal smiled. “I promise not to make any of you my friends. Wouldn’t want any nasty rumors floating around, now would we?” “Besides,” I jumped in, feeling defensive. “If I was sleeping with the star don’t you think I’d have a bigger part?” Everyone laughed at that, even though I was being serious. “Truth is I don’t have a car and he was nice enough to gimme a ride. End of story.” With that, they dropped the subject although I am sure they had some doubts. Truth is, I had some too. Doubts about my ability to control myself around Neal, especially after hearing he might like young dudes like me. A few hours of hanging out and dancing and suddenly the party was ending. I went to get my coat when one of the actresses who had a supporting role, Lisa, grabbed me and told me to follow her. Up some stairs and past a set of glass doors and suddenly we were on a gorgeous veranda. Seated on some comfy couches around a low, glass table were the director Jim, choreographer Steele, the leading lady Rebecca , one of the chorus guys Mark, Neal and now Lisa and me. Taking a seat by Mark, I asked him what was going on, but he just shrugged and told me to “go with the flow.” Pretending like I wasn’t totally out of my league, I listened to the conversation and sipped on a cocktail handed to me by Jim before he went to retrieve something he referred to as “party favors.” Immediately I recognized the smell coming from his pipe as weed, having grown up with a hippy grandma. I’d only tried it once before, but when the pipe was passed to me I took a bigger hit than I should have and almost choked to death. Everyone got a kick out of it, but I wasn’t embarrassed since Lisa and Steele both did the same thing. Pretty soon we’d finished a couple bowls and I was melting into the sofa. Lost in thoughts of how hot Neal and Mark and Steele were, I didn’t hear when Jim asked me a question. “I said: what do you think of your first show?” He asked again. “Seems good to me.” I said, causing another round of laughs. “Got nothing to compare it to.” “Good point,” Mark said, moving in closer and patting me on the knee, before leaving his hard there to rub from my knee up and down my thigh. “Maybe I should ask you what YOU think of MY first show?” I said, feeling very deep. “I’d say you are doing an amazing job,” Steele interjected. Tall tan and ripped I found Steele to be hotter than hot and was flattered by his statement. “You’re keeping up with dudes who’ve been doing this for years and you’re only in high school.” “No shit!” Lisa piped in. “You’re in high school? I knew you looked young but damn man that’s impressive.” “I’m not in high school, I graduated early.” I tried to argue the point but it was futile. “It’s not like I’m 12 or anything.” “No one is saying that,” Rebecca, always the mature voice, chimed in. “We are just impressed at what you can do at this age. Just think about all the things you will accomplish before you’re 21.” “Yeah plus he is fucking ripped,” Neal’s comment made my dick jump despite the booze and pot flowing through me. “Dude’s got killer abs and a butt that makes sales clerks get hard ons.” “Please,” My mouth responded before my brain could catch up. “if anyone made that guy hard, it was you!” Realizing what I said, I turned bright red and tried to morph into the same color as the couch. The crowd took no notice of it and continued chatting about my looks and Neal’s, expanding from there into the rest of the cast. 20 minutes passed when Rebecca decided to call it a night and Steele, Mark and Lisa were heatedly discussing who was the hottest guy in the show. Jim walked Rebecca out while Lisa made her argument for the guy playing her love interest. “Sure he is cute,” Steele interjected. “But he is nowhere near as ripped as either of the two boys sitting on the couch.” “Thank you Steele!” Mark responded. “I’d argue that it comes down to either me, Greg (the dance captain) or Peter here. Who do you think is hottest?” “You,” I said, my eyes locking with Neal’s. Mark didn’t see that and assumed I meant him, and leaned over and kissed me before I could stop him. As stoned as I was I just giggled and covered my face with my hands, all while Mark’s hand had moved to my inner thigh and up closer to my crotch. “If you’re so hot,” Jim said, reappearing through the glass doors with another pipe in his hands. “then prove it Mark. Give us a show.” This was met with applause from Lisa, Steele, Neal and eventually, me. Once I joined in, he agreed, but told us he needed some place with better lighting. So the party moved inside to the upstairs tv room. While Mark went through Jim’s giant collection of mp4s on the house stereo system, Jim loaded a different looking bowl and took a hit before handing it to Steele and Lisa. When it got to me, I looked at it with no idea what it was before giving in and asking. “It’s tina.” Jim replied, still not making any sense to me. “Ya know, crystal?” I still wasn’t 100% sure and decided I was too fucked up as it was and passed it along to Mark who was once again seated next to me. Mark took a big hit from the pipe and then stood up and took off his shirt, revealing tight abs, firm pecs and an entirely unblemished torso except for an eagle tattoo on his right shoulder blade. He moved to the stereo to continue selecting while Lisa and Steele teased him about his tattoo. Before I realized it, the pipe had come back around but now Neal was sitting beside me, smiling and holding the pipe. “Give it a try Pete,” He whispered while the others paid no attention. “It feels really good.” “I am too fucked up already,” I argued, but leaned in closer to share in the whispering. “if I get any higher I’ll forget myself entirely.” “You talk like that’s a bad thing. Sometimes forgetting yourself is the only way to find what you really need.” He said while coming so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Just let me light it for you and take a hit. I promise it won’t make you feel bad, it might even make you feel better.” Looking at his strong chiseled face, I lost control. Clicking and sparking, the lighter burst into a small flame which Neal held to the bottom of the bowl. Clouds of white mist formed and swirled in the round end of the pipe. Neal nodded and I leaned forward and began to suck in the sour, white smoke. “Blow it in my mouth,” Neal instructed. We both leaned in and my lips grazed his as they opened, blowing the smoke into his mouth until I ran out, then pressing into his for a kiss. Pulling away I felt my world get brighter, and my mind get less foggy. While Neal took a hit, I started to remember where we were and what was happening. Suddenly his lips were on mine again and I was taking a shot gun from him, followed by a longer kiss, including a teasing with our tongues. Standing, he walked the pipe to Jim, who seemed to be torn between watching us and the other three. Looking over to see what they were up to, I wondered when I missed mark stripping down to his yellow and green bikini briefs, and when had Lisa and Steele both become topless. I laughed when Lisa made a joke about Mark’s dancing, which suddenly reminded him I was there. Bringing me the pipe, he straddled my legs and took my hand and placed it on his abs. Hitting it himself while I felt his ripped stomach, he took his time before tentatively trying to hand it to me. Neal was back next to me now, and told me to hold it to my lips while Mark lit it. I did what he asked and got an even bigger hit this time, which Mark tried to bend over and suck from my lips, but lost his balance and had to slide off of me onto the couch cushion instead. “Show us what you got Mark!” Lisa called out, now sitting on Steele’s lap, with Jim behind them, taking turns feeling her breasts and his chest. Never one to give up on a challenge, Mark pulled Neal and I over onto the loveseat next to the other three and turned on some music. Unfamiliar with the song, all I could tell you is it consisted of some pop star begging for someone to do things to her, with a very repetitive beat and overpowering baseline. He had some impressive moves, but he seemed to be trying really hard to turn me on by acting feminine, and all it did was turn me off. After a few minutes, Steele pushed Lisa off his lap and wanted to show Mark “how it’s done.” Switching over to the first techno-ish house music he could find he proved what an amazing athlete he is with all sorts of gymnastic moves, while stripping down to a black and gold pair of thong style undies. Even more cut than Mark, Steele was also much manlier and had no problem getting me hard in my pants. Steele tried passing it on to Jim, but he was too busy with his hand down Lisa’s skirt and Marks tongue playing with Jim’s dick through the material of his baggy boxer shorts. “Peter,” Jim said. “Show us what you got.” “Yeah Pete,” Neal said quietly. “I want to see what you got without a shirt in the way.” Taking a hit from the pipe, I felt bold, so I stood up, walked to the stereo and hunted for something to dance to. Originally thinking of something modern I stopped when “feelin’ good” by Sinatra popped up. As the opening strains began I turned around and slowly undid my shirt until it fell at my feet. Sliding in on and around the others on the loveseats, I somehow had them all watching me, frozen and focused entirely on my pants as I stepped onto the coffee table and worked them down my thighs, pulling a blanket off an armchair and using that to slowly uncover more and more of me until the climactic key change where I dropped the blanket. Left only in my special new undies, I twisted and turned and worked my way over to Neal, letting him reach out and brush fingers over my firm smooth butt and around over my cloth covered cock and balls. Just when I could tell all five were buzzing for me to finish I undid the Velcro and rolled down my pouch, until my hard 7 and a half inch dick popped against my abs, drooling precum down onto the floor. “Definitely the hottest,” Mark said before Jim shoved his mouth back down onto his now exposed dick. “Fuck yeah school boy,” Steele added while sliding his dick out of his thong and rubbing it over Lisa’s pussy. “I’m gonna get some of that ass tonight!” “Jim, where is the tina I brought over earlier?” Neal stopped me as I moved to join them on the couch. “In my room in the bedside table,” Jim said between moans as he face fucked Mark and felt up Steele’s ass as it slammed into Lisa’s cunt. “Pete and I are gonna go get it.” Pulling me behind him, Neal dragged me out of the tv room, down the hall and into a large bedroom, adorned with dark wood walls and a huge bed. Sitting me on the bed, Neal pulled open the bedside drawer and brought out another pipe, a bag full of crystals and a small torch. He loaded it, handed it to me and explained how to melt it, then started to hurriedly strip. When I finally got it melted and took a hit, I looked back at him just as he slid his jeans off. All he was wearing now was my briefs from that morning, and they were stretched to the maximum. Handing him the pipe, I worked to get his cock and balls through the fly while he smoked. Finally freed, his cock stood at least two inches longer than mine and was thicker than a peppermill. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” I wanted to lie as I always had and say no when he asked, but instead I just nodded yes. “I can tell. Only a virgin could see that cock and still be laying there.” “Your only job right now is to hit this,” he said, indicating the pipe he was handing me, then dropping to his knees, spreading my legs and munching my ass cheeks. I moaned and took a big hit and moaned and took another hit, and moaned and went on until I was writhing in ecstacy. Once I could take no more, Neal pounced on top of me and told me to get my hands on his cock. While I stroked it, he reached behind me and worked a shard of tina up inside me. “That burns,” I whined and wriggled as he worked some lube into my ass with it. “Good,” Neal smiled and pumped his meat into my fists. “I want to be sure you know that my dick is not meant for little boys like you. You need to feel some pain so you can understand that is nothing compared to what is going to happen. This is your last chance to say no, back down, and go back in there and try one of those average size dicks. Once you agree to stay, I will take that cherry and there will be no going back, understand me?” For a second I stopped and wondered if I was really able to do this? All I could see when I looked at my hands was a dick that I could just barely get my fingers around, long enough to fit through both and still leave a few inches uncovered, and it scared me. But then I glanced up and my eyes caught Neal’s gaze and I remembered how it felt being with him, what he was risking by being with me, and what it felt like with his hand on my shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere.” With that declaration, he tucked my legs back behind my shoulders and poured some lube on his cock. Pulling a small bottle off the side table, he unscrewed the cap and held it to his nose and inhaled. Moving it to my nose, I followed his lead and held it in. My head started swimming and I saw stars as his cock head moved in and pushed against my tight sphincter. In only seconds, but what felt like hours, it breached the hole and sunk inch by inch until slowly, and surely he worked it balls deep. I was in horrible pain, but I had nowhere to run. Hanging on for dear life, he began pulling out and pushing back in, fucking me in ernest, until we were up to a good clip. My eyes were screwed shut until I felt him lean in and kiss me, awakening me to his presence. Suddenly I relaxed a little and his cock managed to go deeper, pressing something so deep inside me that I felt orgasms exploding from every finger tip, eyelash and arm hair. Each sensation was 1000 stronger than my best jerk off session, and I forgot all about the pain just as he reached full speed. “Fuck Pete you’re so….tight…fuck!” Neal growled to me while working himself into a frenzy. I could feel my own balls contracting and knew he was getting close to. Pulling him down against me, his hairy abs stroked my smooth cock and almost hairless cock until I couldn’t hold back and screamed out. “You’re making me cum!!!” My dick exploded, coating us in teen semen, which pushed Neal over the edge. “I’m making you a man! Here it is boy, your last innocent moment. Now you are nothing but a sow to be bred by every bull that can seed you. I’m cumming!” His dick swelled so big that it somehow passed its previous record and unloaded a gallon of cum past my body and into my spirit. As high as I was, I still felt the exact moment his man seed spilled into my soul and made me crave cum for ever after. We laid on the bed, locked together for awhile after that, until my ass began to seek more cum and started to milk his dick again. That was only the first part of a night of surrendering to seeking seed, of a year of discovering my desire for deep deposits, and a lifetime of accepting my addition for any and all anal.

was in Dallas traveling for work - I had been working 12-16 hour days M-F on this project, and after a week of that I was ready to cut loose a bit! got back to my hotel room and found a hot (from his pics) total top guy mid 40's Blk/Mex 6' 200, lots of tats and a marvelously thuggish look to him. Our email exchange made it obvious we had everything the other was looking for. He invited me over, and after I cleaned up and got my bag of tricks packed, I made the 20 minute trip over to his place. Rick buzzed me up to his 15th floor condo. He let me in, meeting me at the door in sporting a nice bulge in his baggy training shorts looking hot as hell in his white wifebeater. Once I was in his place, I started to undress, he smiled and said "good, yeah get those off - you wanna party?" I eagerly said yes, and produced a little I had brought, offering to share - "No, I'll treat, he said...c'mon." We said very little after that, as we went to his bedroom and blew a few clouds to warm up. I knelt at his feet, fished his cock out - turned out to by 9" and very very thick - and proceeded to suck him hungrily. Gradually, he worked shorts and t-shirt off, revealing a hell of a lot of tattoos, but I particularly noticed the one, written in inch and a half letters in a arc just under his navel which said "SLUT." I thought it was unusual but hot looking, and kept sucking his cock to full mast. He then pulled out some points, laid on his back on the bed, and told me to sit on his cock. I gladly did, taking him all to the hilt after only a couple adjustments. He was rock hard and felt amazing - I just sat on him, grinding on his big dick while he told me we were going to slam together now. I took the point he gave me, and prepped my arm - he did the same. OK, go ahead, he told me. I registered and quickly dumped the contents into my bloodstream. Cough, ringing, burning hole, eyes rolling, rush, I became sheer horniness itself. He had done the same and, both flying, we fucked for a couple hours, mostly with me on my back legs in the air - totally giving it all up to him and his massive cock. Finally as I was on all fours, began pounding my ass like a machine, and he left a big load in my eager hole. Stay there, he said, and he reclined on his back, positioning his cock under my head as I stayed on all fours. I went down on him and was cleaning him off, sucking his cum of his beautiful cock, still tweaked and wanting more...and as I bobbed up and down and he started to become hard again, my eyes were drawn to that SLUT tattoo again. "Nice tattoo," I said, "I wouldn't have the nerve to get a tattoo like that, you know, call myself a slut." He answered, "you're the one who can read it, not me, why do you think I had it put there - fuckin slut!?" He smiled with a triumphant, smugly superior look only a man with a 9" cock can have. So fucking hot - he had me totally right then, I loved that he put me in my place. Whispering loudly, "Fuck, yeah," I swallowed all of his hard cock before his fucked me again.

My accidental night…(fiction) I was driving in a snowstorm and went off the road. There was no one around anywhere, no cell service, I was freezing and totally fucked. So I decided to walk towards a small shopping center, I was not prepared so I was freezing. Nothing was open except for a video store. So I walked in and asked if I could use the phone, I called a tow truck and they said it wouldn’t be until tomorrow since there was a huge accident on the main highway that was getting cleaned up. Fuck me. I ask the guy if there are any motels around, he said no, but there is a bathhouse that rents rooms for the night. I sigh, where is it? I ask. He says it’s attached to the building but you have to walk around the side of the building. I thank him and walk over. I walk in and it smells like chlorine. I ask if there are rooms and how much? The guy at the window says, 20 bucks. I say ok. I ask if there is a dryer I could use, the guy says bring me your wet clothes and I will dry them for you. I am grateful and thank him. The place is empty. I take my key and towel and quickly hit the room and lock the door behind me. Room is simple but it will do. I stripped down and wrapped myself in the towel and climb into bed to warm up. I dozed off and woke to a knock on the door, I jump up and ask who it is… Its John from the front desk, I open the door and it’s the guy, now wrapped in a towel. Where are your clothes? I am leaving soon and want to dry them for you before I head out. I thank him again and hand him the clothes. Be right back he says. A few minutes later he returns, closes the door, and asks what happened, I tell him and he says the accident would have made me sit in the car, so maybe its divine intervention. I laugh. Come with me to the sauna, there is no one here, so its ours. I say sure, and he loosens his towel and tightens it again, I get a glimpse of his cock, impressive, about 6 inches soft. He leads the way to the sauna, feels good in here I say. We chat more and he tells me he has to get home soon but knows the roads are still closed. Thirsty he asks? I say yes, be right back, he leaves and comes back with a couple waters. I grab mine and drink half the bottle right away. I lean back and its quiet, I feel light headed from the heat, he moves close to me and says, yeah its really hot in here. I guess a few others came in since I came now and were in the room. I heard him talking to them but didn’t know what was being said. Drink up bud, its hot, then we will go to the couch room and chill. I drink the rest and he helps me walk to the room, but we never make it, I start to fade out. I wake up in a sling, shackled in, unable to move, ass wide open. I suddenly feel something sharp in my hole, I feel it shoved in hard, I moan, its ok bud, its just a booty bump to help you loosen up, with that he shoved his finger deep in my ass, I feel the scratching deep in me and then a warm feeling in my ass. That should take quick since I cleaned him out before we put him in here. He then shoves his cock deep, all 9 thick inches. I start begging to be fucked. He laughs, oh we will. I glance around and there are about 12 guys in line. Each of them were sporting a biohazard tat in the same spot. We are initiating you to the club, you will have this tattoo as well. I get fucked by these guys multiple times, I am there 8 hours and just constantly fucked. My ass is dripping. Cleaning cocks that were in me. They take me out of the sling and put me on a filthy mattress, there is a guy on his back and they order me to ride him. A hot black guy with an 11 inch cock, the other guys pick me up and impale me with his cock. The then lean me over him and he starts fucking me, another guy comes up from behind and rams his cock in my ass, ripping me open, the black guy laughs out loud, awh did that hurt bitch? And fucks me harder, as does the other guy. I am the president of this club he tells me and I might take you as my own. With that he tells the other guy to get off and he flips me onto my back and fucks me like no one ever has. Hmmm I like you, he grabs a little box, opens it and finds the biggest rock, he pulls out shoves the rock in my ass and fucks it all the way in. He pounds me and stops, he cum’s, then fucks me again. This went on for a few hours. One final huge load, I couldn’t believe his stamina. He was a beauty however. I was coming down off my high. He told me he wanted to see me later that day. So I went to his place and he had a nice little dinner waiting, but he was naked and wanted to load me up before, during and after dinner. I gleefully obliged. I became his little PNP whore, I was his, we were together. I was at the gym with him everyday and I was in his bed every night, he also lent me out to his friends. Fully charged with lots of plus sign tattoos on my ass for the amount of poz loads I have taken. Worst night changed my life, and I will never regret it.

The next few entries are going to cover my very recent trip to Berlin. I stayed in Schoneberg for 5 night, I'm typing this as I've just got back my ass and cock are still tender and the memories are still fresh. I fly in to Berlin during the day and get to my apartment in less than an hour, it's a nice apartment with a great price, at first I couldn't believe it but I booked through ebab(a breedingzone user's suggestion) the week before I flew to Berlin I looked through both recon and bbrt to make up a top-do fucklist, I can now say that I never met one person from that list. I decided to take it easy for the first night so I looked at some of the tamer gay restaurants and bars in schoneberg. I came across one place that had a few people scattered throughout the bar, I sit up at the bar and politely ask "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" "A liddle?" the barman replies, he is very slim twinkish type who through some conversation, learned that he was from Prague and a singer, I casually asked him about the places in the surrounding area. "Well Toms is good for drinking and sex downstairs, there's New Action, next to that is the Bull, but don't go there, it's nasty. Everyone has AIDS" I can't get across tone in text form but if you could hear the disgust in his voice when he mentioned The Bull and his facial expression it might make you as uncomfortable as I was. Here's a guy who has no idea who he is talking to in Berlin, in the gay area and he says something like that to a stranger. One of his many favourite songs come on the radio and he begins to clap dance and wave his arms about while singing alone, putting on his own little show for the uninterested patrons, who seem like they've seen it all before. I finish my drink, and leave. I walk down to Cafe Heile Welt and head inside, it's a swank fancy bar, chilled out and full of guys and girls. The bar is full but there are some seats close by. As I sip on my third beer, I look around to see what kind of folk drinks here, seems to be the kind of folk who just out of the office, not exactly people I relate to. Then some older Italian gentleman at the bar raises his glass to toast me, I raise mine in return. We start talking, and he offers me a drink. After a while he leans in and start kissing, then he works his way to my neck(which I love) I grab at his crotch and he has a fat piece, he tell me to follow him to the toilet. He gets up and leaves. I get up after him, and as I walk in he is pissing into the urinal. He looks surprised that I followed him, maybe I misheard him. He shakes the last few drops of piss from his dick, it's a nice size, and looks semi-erect. He gives me a look and then looks down at his cock. I squat down and start sucking, I can taste the few drops of beer that leak out of his slit onto my tongue, and swallow him down to the balls, he pushes my head into his groin so hard that he stumbles back a little when my weight leans forward, he pulls his cock out, the only thing connecting us is the thick string of spit from my lips to his dick. "Would you like to finish your drink and come to mine?" "Yes please" I answer. I wasnt exactly searching for sex on the first night, but hey, I was ready for it. "Do you have poppers?" "I can get some" We walk up the street and he runs into a bar called Schuene to get poppers. I wait outside, as the door swings back open I can see from a glance that the place is a lot sleazier that the bars Ive seen so far. What lay ahead? I wondered. We get back to his nice apartment, and strip off and kiss, I suck his cock some more, as it grows I realise exactly what I'm in for. Oh dear. He puts me in the doggy position, a position I've never been most comfortable being fucked in for some reason, always makes me feel like I need to pee, but I go with it. Luckily he applies lube first, then slowly pushes it in, which catches my breath. Prior to this I hadn't been fucked for a month or two. It slid in and stayed deep for a while until my ass adjusted to it's girth, then he begins to fuck. Before long my legs are over my head and he's drilling my stretched hole. No mention of a condom and I didn't even go to the Bull, so much for that barman's skewed sense of how sex works. I moan in pleasure, "Do you want poppers?" I had totally forgotten about the poppers, was having too much fun. I take a deep hit from the freshly opened bottle, woah these are strong. I feel the thumping of my heart rate increasing. He starts to drive down harder, I feel his balls slapping my ass. So hot! I grip his hips and pull him into me, and deep and hard as I can. He spins me over onto my stomach, slams his cock into me all the way, wraps one arm around my neck and opens the poppers. Holding them under my nose as he grinds away inside me. The strength of the poppers is making me foggy and I begin to fade. He slams harder and faster as I go limp, my hole finally gives away and takes his pounding with no resistance. He moans, groans, and grunts and shoots ones right up into my guts. I pass out with exhaustion and popper rush. I feel tingling in my legs and come to. He pushes his fingers up into my hole, and then his knuckles really working his cum up in there. I turn around and kiss him then squeeze the last few drops of cum from his cock into my mouth. We sleep, go for brunch the next day and exchange numbers... By the time I got back to my apartment it was nearly evening, which meant it was time to get ready for a night out on the town. I wanted to check out TOM's, so I get ready and head out at about 10PM. I enter the club, there is a bar to my right and coat check to my left, there are a handful of people sitting at the bar and one of two guys on the benches opposite. I perch myself on the barstool and grab a beer. One or two overly confident scantily dressed guys pace the bar area cruising for someone to take downstairs into the darkroom. Two Arabs sitting next to me at the bar strike up a conversation with me. They are both thin and approx early thirties. One guy takes a shine to me and tells me all about himself, I'm not too interested and try to look for some other dudes while being polite. He tells me his fetish is feet and guys stomping food and making him(as a slave) eat it from the sole of their shoe. "To each his own" I thought. It's a relatively safe fetish compared to some of the activities I've gotten up too. "Can I lick your feet please?" he asks me. "Aaah it's not really my thing, I'm more bottom" at this point I'm ready to check out another section of the bar. He keeps pleading with me to just try it, then his friend also asks. There is only so many times I can say no, so I tell him just a few minutes. His face lights up. "Ok let me take you to the dark rooms". The dark rooms in Tom's are, well, dark. A pitch black maze, with audible groans and slapping and rutting going on. This gets me hard immediately. I have no interest in the guy I'm with or the kink he's into, but my imagination is running wild with the thoughts of sex I could be having. He leads me into a seated area and I take a seat. He then squats down and grabs my right foot and takes a large lick of the sole of my boot. God only knows what I've been stepping in down here, this guy is doing something I simply couldn't. But he's really getting into it, I push my left foot against his crotch to feel a hard lump. He then pulls off my boot and smells inside, all the while pushing my other foot harder against his dick. He then presses my (white) socked foot against his face and breathes in deep, just like he is taking a hit of poppers. I start to get into it, and I'm becoming aroused. He opens up wide and swallows all of my toes, pushes on my heel to get my foot deep in his mouth and makes himself gag on my foot. The idea of wet socks for the rest of the night is loosing appeal to me. So I tell him to take them off, he does this with pleasure. I then get the most awesome tongue bath I've every had, never experienced this before but woah, it's a hot feeling. After drenching both my feet in his saliva, I'm feeling horny as fuck. So I grab his head and bury it in my crotch, grinding on his mouth and nose and just generally humping his face. Before things can get interesting, his friend finds him and complains he's bored. At this point both men start arguing in a very camp annoying way. "Fuck this" I think, I'm going to The Bull. The Bull is a 5 minute walk from TOM's, I buy a bottle of Rush from behind the bar and make my way down. I get there and it seems from the outside like a very nondescript bar. My heart starts to thump, it's a similar feeling to that I got before I entered my first gay bar in New York. How far I've come since those days, what a difference a year makes, huh? I build up the courage and enter the bar. It's a small bar, dive like, with different porn playing on each TV all bareback, all raunchy. I check my coat in and buy an energy drink. I've had enough beer and need my energy up. There was about 3 people at the bar, so I went straight ahead to the back room. It had an area where people slept, I later learned this bar stays open 24/7 so people can nap off the alcohol or whatever other chemicals were coursing through their veins. There was a fuck bench, a sling, and a benched area all around with guys sitting jerking off. I walk around the backroom advertising myself to those who look like tops. One older muscled guy see's me and calls me over, he is sitting down playing with his soft cock, fully nude. I stand in front of him and he pulls up my t-shirt and kisses my stomach. Then forces me down to his crotch and slowly positions my face in between his balls and inner thigh. I begin to kiss him. Then move to his balls, they are nicely scented low hangers, I swallow both and look up to see his face, he nods in approval then pushes his soft cock in with both balls, so his genitals are resting deep in my mouth. I fondle everything with my tongue, and feel his cock swelling, I then work his cock. He likes me swallowing it deep, which I love also. When I eventually come up for air I get a whack across the face, and he pushes my head back down on to his cock and thrusts like hell. His dick is still only semi-erect so it's easy to take down my throat, it feels nice as it's large but soft. I come up for air and met with another hard smack across the face. He speaks something in German, "Ich spreche kein deutsch" I tell him, "You like?" he asks in a deep manly voice. I nod "yes". He turns me around so I'm facing away from him, then bends me over. He pushes his semi-hard cock against my hole, I try to push out to allow him to enter me, it bends against my hole then eventually pops in. He begins to fuck his soft dick into me deep and rough. He is quite aggressive, I start to wonder if it's because of his lack of erection. His eyes seem a little spaced, I wouldn't be surprised if he had taken something. This seems like the kind of place, plus at this stage it's early morning, and all the freaks are out He pulls out and makes me suck him again. I do my very best to make him grow inside my mouth but it isn't happening. I feel two hands take me from behind as I'm working this soft cock. The person takes off all my clothes, then penetrates me with two fingers. The cock in my mouth is swelling again. He flips me around, and jams it in again, there is a large black guy in front of me wagging his cock. I swallow it down like a good boy. I try to concentrate on both giving good head and squeezing his friends cock with my hole. I get a few hard spankings from both guys as I do my thing. I take a huff from my bottle of rush. I start to realise the sleaziness of the situation, it drives me wild, I love being used, and think of the mentality of the tops using me. It turns me on further. The white guy pulls out and his cock is still only semi erect. He shoves my head down to take care of it. I then feel the black dude at my back door, his dick really hurts going in, I take another large hit, I feel his dick press against my bladder, it's uncomfortable. I'm taken away from the sitting soft German by the large black guy. He throws me in the sling. Then enters me slow. I take another hit, I feel pretty high. He grunts and groans as his dick slams against my insides. I feel like my inner organs are being shifted around, I really want him to stop but don't want to pussy out. "This is what you wanted" I tell myself, "This is why you came to Berlin, so take it!" As I'm being skewered by this big black man he sticks his fingers in my mouth and grips my jaw, like a handle, and fires off like he's about to cum. He cums, groans and collapses on top of me. He pats me on the face to indicate a job well down. As his dick leaves my holes I feel some of the cum seep out and down my back, between me and the sling. I reach under to feel some and smell it, it's a strong cummy smell. As the black guy leaves a filthy looking skinhead parks himself right at my hole at the base of the sling. He slaps my open hole with his fat cock, it's not as large as the black guys, which makes me happy, as I get a break. This guy looks fucked, jaw is gurning, glassy eyes, piercings on his face, tattoos, very sleazy, very hot. He has a large metal cock ring at the base of his cock and balls. He slides his dick in with ease. It makes me tingle, I take another hit of poppers. My heart thumps in sync with the loud dance music(I guess that's why they play it) without hesitation he penetrates me deep, pushes against my ass hard, I feel the metal ring enter me, it's so fucking hot. He fucks away, balls slapping, he's dripping sweat on me, this guy is high and loving being inside my ass, and I'm loving it too. He pulls me into him, and we make-out, he tongues me deep. He grips both hands around my throat and squeezes. I get tunnel vision, sound becomes distorted. I wake up in the sling. The skinhead is fucking me like crazy whilst pushing down hard on my stomach, I feel the stinging pain that I have to pee. He's trying to get me to piss myself. But I simply can't. I ask him to stop, he does. "Would you like to go to my apartment?" he asks me in a strong German accent. I accept the invite. I pick up my clothes from the dirty floor, and get dressed, we head out into the daylight, it's blinding, the skinhead is dressed entirely in leather, he looks like a comic book character. I'm very turned on. He brings me back to his place. The more I'm with him, the more I notice how incredibly high he is. We get back to his and I strip off, he throws me on his couch and pushes my legs behind my head. He enters me dry, no lube, no prep. Slowly pushing himself deeper into me until it reached the cold metal of his cock ring. After some fucking, he takes his dick out, and presses both of his large smooth balls against my hole, he tries sitting down so they will go in. I push out hard to open my hole, some more of the black guy's cum pours out "Oh yaaah geile!" his balls slide into my ass. The feeling is incredible, it brings me directly back to new york during the meth binge. Only I'm not on meth, and I don't want to be either, I've achieve that level of horniness without the use of drugs. He fucks me for an hour or so more, as deep and as hard as possible, my hole has totally submitted it just craves cock hard fast deep. We both collapse on the couch in a sweaty pile. "Did you cum?" I ask, expecting the answer to be no on the count of the drugs. He smiles, "Three times". Hell yeah. Just what I needed to hear. I'm tingling and exhausted, I fall asleep for a few hours and wake up covered by a blanket with him sitting next to me watching TV. What a nice dude, for such a sleaze ball(like myself lol) He gives me his PlanetRomeo handle and I get stepping, it's a surprisingly short walk back to my apartment, I'm spent. I get into the shower and push out a healthy load of cum. I'm on cloud 9, I've decided I need to be here. This was a nice introduction to The Bull but the best was yet to come. "Ich liebe Berlin!"

Hey filthbags! I've been an avid fan of these stories for years, so decided to quit being a leacher and start giving back to you all. This is my first attempt at a story I have in mind. Be critical but be kind! Hope you enjoy. ___________________________________________________________________________________ My heart was beginning to race as I walked off the illuminated path and into the woods. I knew I shouldnt be here but his online chat had somehow lured me, like a siren call. I had been online most of the evening, moaning to anyone who would listen about how much my life sucked; Controlling parents, a boyfriend who was out clubbing and ignoring me and school work dragging me down. It was then that this guy in his mid 40s had begun chatting to me. He somehow dominated the conversation, telling me what he was going to do. Every time I read his messages I found myself playing with my nipples, feeling my cock growl in my pants. There was something about the power in his words. It was like he was in the room with me as he was describing how he wanted to wrap his arms around me and smell my neck, rub his hands all over my body and pull me tight against his big burly hairy chest so I could feel his fat throbbing cock between my arse cheeks. I was off the charts horny and he seemed to know it. I tried to text my boyfriend one last time but once again there was no answer. Any other night I would have been happy with a wank but this guy was something else and somehow he convinced me to sneak out the house and come and meet him down the cruising area. I knew where it was, everyone in town knew about the Woods. There was usually an article in the local news once a month about some parent irate that they had found some condom wrappers down there or something. And so here I was slowly walking into the woods in the middle of the night looking for a man I'd never even seen a picture of. He told me to wear some loose trackies and a hoodie and that he would find me. So with my heart thumping I walking into the dense forest and began looking around. It was dark but fortunately my eyes were adjusting and I could make out larger trodden down areas in the woods. I could hear the faint crack of other men walking around in the dark and began slowly to stumble my way through. It felt like I was making a huge amount of noise as I tried to manoeuvre across various branches and twigs all snapping underfoot. Then without warning I walked straight into a huge man walking out of some shrubs. “Sorry I'm sorry” I whispered as I tried to not look him in the eyes as embarrassment washed over me. “Dont you be sorry at all” he purred back at me and I could feel him looking me up and down. Despite the dark I could see he was also in trackie bottoms but his were a lot dirtier, with a few tears and a lot of mud worked into them. As my eyes worked up his body I could see that he had quite a gut on him as well and his tshirt didnt really cover him totally as his belly protruded out. He was wearing some sort of wax jacket which bulked him out even more and as my eyes reached his face, I could see his chubby cheeks and devilish eyes glaring down at me. “Are you lost little boy? Or have you found what you are looking for” one hand squeezed his cock through his trackies as he reached the other hand to my chest and tweaked my nipple. I couldnt help the involuntary moan that came out my mouth. My nipples are super sensitive and hard wired to my cock. Those devilish eyes smiled in the night and his mouth cracked into a wider smile. His other hand came up and grabbed my other nipple and squeezed in unison and my knees almost buckled under me. “You like that dont you, little slut boy” he pulled my nipples towards him and dragged me closer to his body. “Look at me you little slut”. I forced my eyes up to his and he leaned down and put his chubby lips on mine and gave me a deep wet kiss. His tongue pressed into my mouth and slobbered all over me. It was disgusted, I hated it, but I couldnt help myself. He had my nipples ad was working them round and round and I found my tongue kissing him back. His spit was foul, he hadnt cleaned his teeth for some time it seemed but here I was making out his him. “Lets get you more comfortable” he said as he took me deeper into the shrubs he had just walked out of. He found an upturned stump and sat down. Pulling his trackies down he fished out a impressive but ugly looking cock. The hood was half pulled over the head of his cock, and despite being about 8 inches it was gnarled and misshaped. He pulled me down onto my knees and moved my head towards his cock. The smell hit me, this was bad I knew that but he had control over me and before I knew it, my lips were wrapping round that meaty cock and I began to suck. The taste was vile, like he hadnt washed for days, but I could feel his rough hands on my head keeping me down so I bobbed up and down trying to keep my mouth as wide as possible so as to avoid some of the taste. He began to push my trackies down my arse and I could feel the breeze on me. He wasnt wasting any time as his digit immediately found its way to my hole and began to push against it. “Fuck thats nice and smooth. I love young dirty sluts like you, hungry for cock arent you” My head was all over the place, I was feeling awful, the taste of his cock was fading but it was starting to click as to what was going on. This fat stinking slob was making me suck his dick in the woods and I was humiliating myself. I needed to stop and get home, play this off as some sort of bad dream or something, but then his finger was back at my hole and I could feel something being stuffed in. It felt like a sharp pebble or something. I yelped around his cock and tried to pull away but his size made him a long stronger than I was. I managed to pull off his cock and shout out but as I was already on my knees he managed to shove me into the dirt and held my face to the floor with one hand as he continued to work his fat dry digit deeper into my arse. “Shut your fucking mouth you little whore, this is just a little something to help lube you up”. I didnt know what he was talking about, it didnt feel like lube, if anything it was making my arse burn, but with a mouth full of mud and dirt and this fat fucker on top of me I couldnt do anything about it. I then felt him manouver himself around and both arms came onto my own to hold me down. “Its lucky for you youre a good little cock sucker” he said as he began to line his cock up with my hole. I couldnt believe that this was happening, I was about to get raped here in the woods by this fat pig ugly shit and there was nothing I could do. I tried to clench my arse shut, but the burning inside was too much and the pressure of his cock against my hole was too painful. I screamed into the ground as my hole finally gave up and he plunged balls deep straight away into me. “I told you to shut your fucking mouth!” He shouted at me as he slapped me across the back of my head and worked his hand across my mouth. His full weight was on me down as he began to rape me, pulling in and out, pushing deep into me and working that burning sensation deeper inside me. I couldnt breathe properly because of his weight and this warmth was surrounding me. I could feel myself slowly floating away in my own thoughts, the only connection I still had was the sound of his grunting as he fucked my hole and I could hear the sloshing sound despite no longer being able to really feel anything anymore. My vision was getting smaller and darker when he finally took his hand off my mouth and moaned in passion as I took a huge breath into my lungs. He pulled out of my hole and stood up looking at his conquest. I couldnt bare to look at him or even move. I then heard him pulling up his trackies and rustling in his coat pocket. Two rough digits were shoved back up inside me, but my hole took them a lot easier. “Theres another one for luck, and your first of many dirty loads your fresh hole is getting tonight no doubt”. He then pulled my face up off the ground and forced me to stare into his face. “You are going to fucking ruined little boy by the time you see the sun again” and he sniffed back and spat a huge phelm wad into my face and dropped my face into the dirt. The burning in my arse was spreading into another warmth feeling again and I felt unresponsive as I felt my abuser pull off my hoodie, “A little souvenir” he chuckled. I heard the sound of a camera clicking a few shots and then silence as he walked away. What was wrong with me, I couldnt move, I couldnt think, my trackies were half way down my legs with my fucked arse out. My mind started to blur out as I heard some feet walk past. “Someones been having fun” I heard a deep voice say and a few chuckles followed. My eyes began to shut as I saw three sets of heavy leather boots surround me. To be continued.

A Word of Warning A word of warning to you bottoms. Don't let a guy fuck you raw and then cum in your ass. The feeling of a guy's cock spasming in your ass, that cum filling up the area around his shaft and making a warm glove that massages his cock as he shoots his load deep, is an intense orgasm that he will want to repeat. And once you've experienced that stiff cock pulsing and the hot cum shooting into you, you will want to feel it over and over again. When he pulls out, you're gonna want to suck his cock clean, tasting that great cum as well as your clean ass juices, and you're gonna want to suck him up stiff again, so that as soon as possible, you can have that rod inside you again. And when he slides home on that carpet of warm cum, and you feel how great it is to have a guy fuck you in cum, you're not gonna want him to stop. You're gonna do everything in your power to keep that cock in your ass. You'll end up with your heels in his ass forcing him to fuck you deep and hard. And if he gets worn out and says he can't fuck you any longer, you're gonna go looking for more. If you're at a party, you're gonna lay there in the sling with cum dripping out of your ass and down your ass crack, and holler for another top to take his place as quickly as possible. Raw anal sex is addictive. Once you've had a man shoot his load in you, you will do anything you can to get him to do it again and again, or to find as many tops as you can to load you up, till the cum runs down your legs. So don't get started on this unless you think you can have sex as often as possible, because that's what you will constantly want. ........... A word of warning to you tops. Don't let a guy talk you into shooting your load into his ass. The feel of your cum around your shaft as you fuck is very erotic and stimulating. It is an orgasm you won't forget. After you shoot you'll keep fucking as long as you can, to get the feel of that cum all over your cockshaft, till the cum forms a white ring around the base of your shaft. After you go soft, you'll pull out and ask him to suck you up stiff again. And then you'll want to fuck him again. And when you slide home on that carpet of warm cum and experience how great it feels to fuck an ass that's been lubricated with your own seed, you'll want to do it over and over again. That warm ass will feel like a mouth sucking you till you want to spurt your cum. It's very addictive. After you seed him as much as you can, and he's laying there in a pool of your jizz, you'll go off looking for another willing bottom to take your loads. This becomes an endless search for raw bottoms to fuck. You will go to a party and go from ass to ass, planting your seed and feeling how great it is to fuck a guy in another man's cum. You'll try to find the man that has the most loads in him, so you can plant another on top. When you slide into an ass and feel the cum ooze out on your balls, and you can both hear and feel it squishing on your cock, you will want to pound your load into him even more. The feel of cum on your cock will turn you into a fuckin' machine. So don't get started on this, unless you want to have raw sex as often as possible and with as many men as possible. Raw anal sex is the most addictive type of sex. Once you start, you can't stop. You'll want to fuck all the time. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com October, 1999

Gonna be flying in late on March 2nd and out on March 3rd. Looking to fill a hole with seed while I'm there... Any pigs wanna stop out for some babies up their ass? PervBear on BBRT

Other than bareback fucking my number fetish is anything anon Dark rooms, black out night at bath houses, bottoms blindfolded, gholes - so abs arcades are hot. I also like control so domination, rape scenes, tag with a restrained bottom, young and defenseless bottoms

Sucking cock is way more exciting if the guy you are sucking is verbal and calling you a cock sucking faggot whore... I have plenty guys who only wanted a bj eventually shoot their loads in my ass..if you keep begging for it, most will do it...

“You want him bred do you?” I heard my boyfriend telling him to do what he feels. That was followed by hands gripping my hips harder and the cock that had been fucking me for the past ten minutes or so being thrust harder and faster into my ass. Shortly his rhythm slowed and he slammed his pelvis against my ass and heard him telling me, “Take it all boy!” He slowly worked his cock in and out before pulling out altogether. “How many times has he been bred so far?” I heard him ask. My boyfriend responded that he was the third guy so far. I heard my last breeder guessing that I had at least four loads in my ass now, because he had left the first one inside me because he was afraid that he wouldn’t be allowed to cum in me. As my boyfriend administered another round of poppers, he asked if he felt the need to cum again. Unfortunately, he said he was done for the moment. I would have offered to suck him hard again, but the penis gag my boyfriend had strapped on me kept me from doing so. For a moment I wanted to tell my boyfriend I wanted this to stop, being fucked and bred by strangers, but I knew I didn’t want it to. I wanted to continue being fucked by strange cock after cock, not caring who they were, just knowing that the only reason they were there was to unload and unload in my ready ass. The pig in me wanted my ass used and my feeling that I was finally a cumdump. The door clicked as he left and my boyfriend checked his phone again. He told me that another guy was on the way and asked me if I was ready. I moaned past the gag as I felt the cum oozing down my scrotum. I wanted them to hurry and fill my hungry ass with another cock. My boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed and fingered my ass, poking the cum back into my hole. I wanted him inside me but he just kept playing. It seemed an eternity until the next knock on the door. My boyfriend got up and opened the door to let my next sperm donor in. It was a brief conversation ending with yes, cum in him, I want him fucked. He wasn’t the largest cock that had fucked me but he felt so good as he entered. He was somewhat verbal, but mostly talking to my boyfriend and continuing to use me as a fuck hole. The conversation was about how good my ass felt, he could tell I had already been fucked and cum in, and he loved using the cum as the lube for his fucking. After several minutes he asked my boyfriend if he could cum inside me, he was told to load me up. After about a minute or so more intense thrusting he slammed himself against my ass and grunted loudly. “Take that you pussy boy.” He whispered. I was beside myself as my boyfriend stuck the tiny bottle against my nose again. Where was the next guy? Or was my boyfriend ready to call this off and breed me himself? There was another knock on the door before the guy pulled his cock out. “The next breeder?” came the question. The door was opened, letting one guy in and, shortly the other guy out. No words were exchanged before I felt another cock again, then inside my asshole. This guy knew what he was there for. He fucked like he would never get pussy again and simply grunted as he apparently came inside my ass. He quickly dismounted and left. After hearing the door click shut my boyfriend released the penis gag and asked me if I wanted more or was I ready to go home. I answered him by asking if he was through watching me being fucked. His phone pinged and there was a knock on the door. He thrust the gag back and strapped it tight. I was about to get more strange cock. The knock on the door was, I later learned, a heavy set black man. All I knew at the time was that a very thick cock was thrust into my cummy ass and it still was uncomfortable for several minutes. He kept up a steady thrusting to the point I was wondering if he was ever going to cum. My hole was numb by now but I was aware that it was full of cock. No pain but only a quiet pleasure. He slowed for a moment then stopped. He shortly started fucking again. Out of the corner of my vision I could see a clock and determined that he had been fucking my ass raw for nearly twenty minutes. He suddenly started grunting and stabbed his cock into my ass about four or five times then stopped with his cock completely inside me. I felt his cock throbbing in my ass, telling me his cum was being pumped into me which made me work my anal muscles to try to get it all. Turns out that, while being fucked by the thick black dude, I hadn’t noticed that two other guys had knocked and entered the motel room. My ass wasn’t empty for long. This new guy was intense and knew what he wanted. His intent was to fuck a willing ass, get off and leave, which is exactly what he did. I couldn’t tell for sure that he came inside me but he dismounted and left quickly which made me sure he had. That left the next guy. Apparently he had a conversation with my boyfriend while watching. He climbed on the bed and placed his cock against my well used asshole. His cock slipped inside easily which I liked. His thrusting fell into a comfortable rhythm that continued for several minutes. His stroking never faltered as I heard him telling both of us that he was about to seed my ass. I heard his breathing get a bit ragged and felt him stabbing my ass with his cock and stopping. I’m not sure but I think I felt a warm feeling and his cock throbbing. I was expecting him to slowly pull out and leave. He leaned down and almost spooned me, then started slowly thrusting again. He finally told me that he was ready for the second round. This round took nearly thirty minutes for him to stumble in his stroking. Three minutes later by the clock I could see, he finally pressed his pelvis against my ass and proclaiming that he was cumming. My boyfriend pushed the popper bottle against my nose once again, asking if I was ready for more. I was. Half an hour went by and no one showed up. My boyfriend finally let me remove the penis gag and asked me how I felt. I was happy as hell, living out a fantasy, being fucked by a bunch of anonymous guys. He asked me how I felt about having been fucked bare by so many men. I told him that it was the thrill of a lifetime, something that I had wanted since the first time I had been fucked bare. I could see the bulge in his trousers so I asked him to fuck me. He stood up and pulled his magnificent cock out but insisted that I suck him off. I started sucking and he came in my mouth within a couple minutes. Knowing that he’s multiorgasmic, I insisted he fuck me and leave the next load in my ass with the rest. He declined but said I could suck him off if I wanted his cum again. I was puzzled so he explained that he was only going to suck him off until the HIV screening came clean. I was still puzzled until he told me that the ad he had run listed me as a cumdump, no loads refused, especially poz loads. I was beside myself and asked him how he could run such an ad. It was a month or so before I had anything to do with him again. I hadn’t seen the ad, much less read it. His comment had scared me and I had the testing done. I came out clean, no HIV or anything else. I felt lucky. Strangely after the test results came back, he texted me wanting to get together. I thought long and hard about it. I broke down and met him. After sucking him off, we had our between round conversation so I asked him again. He told me that it had been my fantasy and he wanted to help me live it out. I asked about the ad and he came clean that the part about the poz loads. He had just mentioned that to scare me. I told him that didn’t sound right, but since he told me to head for the bedroom and drop my panties, I didn’t question it at the time IF he fucked me. After he left his load in my ass that time I asked again. He told me that he hadn’t liked the idea of me being fucked bare but I had insisted and he felt obliged to help me fulfill the scenario as I wanted. He was scared also but wanted to please me. I was beside myself at that point. I didn’t know whether to hug him or slug him. I finally settled on hugging him. I got another load of cum in my ass for that hug.

If my usual fuck bud is fucking me really slow (which can feel really good but it makes him cum too quickly - swings and round about) I can feel when he comes. Not so much the wetness but I feel him pulsing and myself getting a little more full. If he's going fast, though, I often don't notice and he's a quiet cummer either way. LOL. I have been known to ask him why the hell he stopped edit: typo

After years of Bi-curiousity, I'm no longer curious. I always considered myself straight until about 15 years ago. My wife and I always enjoyed a very hot sex life without many limitations. In a very hot sex session I asked for to let me fuck her in the ass. She said nothing and slide my cock out of her pussy and into her already lubed ass from earlier forplay. Once I entered her ass she stopped me and said it was to painfull. She said it hurt to much how would you like it in your ass. I said i would be willing to try it. She then got up and grabbed her dildo from the night stand. We then got into a 69 position, eating each other she sucked my cock slowly, she then moved down and started rimming me. It was feeling amazing. She then started fingering my ass with first one then two fingers. She removed her fingers and then slid her dildo in my ass slowly. It was uncomfortable at first but then started feeling very good. It wasn't long before I was cumming in her mouth while she fucked my ass with her toy. What a incredible orgasm! Over the next year our sex was amazing and kinkier than ever. She always shaved her pussy which I loved, but now she asked me to shave smooth for her, fair is fair and I agreed without hesitation. It was a new feeling of total nakedness and I loved the feeling. I became a total sex addict, enjoying her taking my ass on occassions. All was great then breast cancer hit! All went well with her treatments and she survived the cancer but it totally killed our sex life. My wife had become a Nun, dont want Nun,need Nun. Over the next dozen or so years Sex had completely disappeared from our lives, leaving me totally frustrated. I began surfing porn and jerk off for relief. Then one day I found a gay porn site by mistake but it caught my interest see a man being fucked by another man. Then I thought back to the times my wife would fuck me with her dildo and how great it felt. I became curious at that point, wondering what a real cock would feel like, it had to be better than a hard piece of plastic. I found himself surfing gay porn more often and more and more curious. Living in a small town, oppurtunities are very limited to act on my curiousities. Then I found Craigslist personals. After about 4 months of reading ads I found a add that caught my interest with a picture of a smooth cock that wanted mutual oral. I contacted him and after weeks of emails we agreed to meet at his house. I arrived at his house in the middle of nowheres, he greeted me at the door with a bath robe on. I entered the livingroom and sat on the couch. without a word he dropped his robe. He stood in front totally naked and reached to unbotton my pants and I quickly got undressed. We both stood totally naked and both had smooth cocks. I without hesitation dropped before him and took his 5 inch cock in my mouth, It felt so soft and smooth but yet he was rock hard. I eagerly sucked his cock and began to deep throat him. Without warning he came in my mouth with 5-6 spirts which I swallowed. To my surprise it tasted better than I thought. But getting his nut off he panicked and got dressed and asked me to leave. I sucked my first cock, and enjoyed it but it left me hanging without satisfaction. I wanted more but it wouldnt be with him. A few months later I found another ad, MWM for MWM for mutual enjoyment. I replied to the ad and over the next few weeks we talked and found common ground. Both of our wives had medical issues leaving both shut out from sex. We agreed to meet up but had to wait until his wife went out of town. One night I recieved a email from him saying tomorrow is safe to play if you want to follow thru. He gave me his address and time to meet up at his house. The next day I was nervous but decided to go thru with it. In the back of my mind I knew I wanted to be fucked if it got there, so I showered and flushed my ass well. he met me at the door and asked if he could get my something to drink. Then said lets go up stairs and get naked I want to see that smooth cock. I followed him to the guest bedroom. he imediately undressed me and then got undressed himself. There he stood in front of me with a neatly trimmed 7 1/2 inch cock. He dropped and started sucking my cock, he was sucking my cock like no woman has ever done, It was totally enjoying it. He asked if I would mind getting into a 69 position, without a word we layed side by side sucking each other for what seemed 15 minutes. He had me on the edge a couple of times but would stop. He then reached into his night stad and grabbed a tube of lube and returned to sucking my cock and now fingering my ass slowly until He had three fingers in. He asked if it felt okay? I said it felt ammazing don't stop. He then stopped and asked if He could fuck me? I said yes but with a condom I have some in my pocket. He said he had some also. He slid the condom on and asked how I wanted it? I got on my knees and turned my ass toward him. He was so gentle, he was carefull to lube me well then slowly pushed the head in and stopped. He asked me if I was okay? I said yes it hurts a little but go ahead slowly. Once he was all the way in my ass, I found myself pushing back at him. He began to fuck me slowly and asked again if I was okay. I laid flat on the bed and raised my ass to get him as deep as possible. I then asked him to fuck me hard it feels so good. He fucked me for about 10 minutes picking up the pace I felt him getting harder, I sqeezed my ass around his cock and with a grunt he said he was cumming. I felt him pulse in my ass. then he collapsed on top of me for a min. Then he said let me take care of you now. I want to taste you in my mouth. He rolled me over and sucked my cock eagerly. I warned him that I was about to cum he just nooded his head and swallowed my load, then licked my balls and smooth shin around my cock. He then thanked me, I said no thank you and dressed and left. Driving home I knew now I was no longer curious and wanted more. A little bigger, smooth, and I had a need to feel a man cum in my ass. For the next six months I checked CL waiting on the right ad to come up. Then It popped up Older Smooth Top looking for Older Smooth bottom with a pic of a amazing smooth 8inch cock a little bigger and fatter than my first. I knew I wanted it but wasnt sure about taking it bare. I didnt let on that I wanted to be breed for the first time. He was happily married and wanted to stay that way and had his first bi encounter a year ago and wanted to do it again. After several weeks of emails we aggreed to meet but due to our schedules it made it impossible. Then My wife informed me she was going on Vacation with her girl friend, someone backed out and the ticket was already paid for. I immediately started planning. I emailed him and said I have a entire week to play! He then started talking about himself being able to last a long time and cum multiple times. This was sounding better by the moment. My wife left Sunday I invited him over Monday morning. I told him I would meet him at the door naked. He arrived at 6am. 50 years old good looking and no beer belly. I asked him in and sat on the couch while he instanly got naked. He was already hard and what a beautiful cock. I was already worried that he may be to big for me. We immediately started sucking each others cock. He them asked me if he could eat my ass before he fucked me. I wasnt going to turn that down for a second. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes fucking me with his tongue. I was in heaven! The time was right. I asked him to please fuck me? He asked me how I wanted it? I said first from behind. He grabbed the lube and started lubing my ass well. He then reached for his pocket to grab a condom. I looked at him and said "I think I want you to cum inside me, I have never had a bare cock in me and would love to feel your cum inside me" He smiled and said okay, I would love to breed you. I lubed his cock for him and turned around and got on my knees for him. He slowly pushed the head into my ass. It hurt a lot. He was waiting for me to adjust and pushed in a little more. once he was all the way in he just waited for me to say ok. After a few minutes he slowly began to slid in and out of my ass. Now it was feeling so good to have him fuck me. He fucked me for about 10 minutes and then asked me to turn over he wanted to fuck me like a woman. I was eager to feel him again. He fucked me steady for about 10 more minutes every nerve in my ass was screaming with pleasure. I then ask him to fuck me....cum inside me..I want your cum inside me..breed me with your seed. He picked up speed and fucked me harder untill I felt his cock pulse over and over. He was filling me with his cum. I cant discribe how great it felt. He pulled out slowly and them said now its time to take care of you. He pushed my legs over my head and began to eat his cum out of my ass first then began to suck my cock until I cam in his mouth. He then asked if I gave him a few minutes He would love to fuck me again before he left for work. I aggreed and just stroked his cock for awhile. once my mouth took his cock in his mouth he was hard instantly. I rolled over and laid flat on the bed and he entered me again. He fucked me for what seemed like for ever, my ass was getting sore. I asked him to cum I was getting sore. Within a minute he was filling me again with his seed. I was sore but satisfied. He cleaned up in the bathroom and got dressed. I thanked him for a great time and asked if he wanted to do it again. He said if you have a whole week I will fuck you as often as you can stand, but sooner or later He too wanted to be fucked and he wanted it bare also. In the next week he fucked me over 20 times all bare. On the last day I fucked him raw and filled him with my seed after he fucked me. We both laid there with cum leaking out of our ass's. Planning our next session now that the wifes vacation is over. I can say I am no longer curious, I love a cock in my ass and better yet cum in my ass from my new friend. More to come I hope

I lived in St. Paul, MN for 5 years before moving to Phoenix. Not the most diverse city, but I'll be damned if one of my most reliable fuck biddies was from Somalia. The first time we hooked up it was really bizarre because he was SO careful about finding a way into my building with as few people as possible seeing him. I had no idea who he was trying to hide from because I didn't even know anything about him at the time other than he wanted to fuck. After we played a few times, he opened up a bit and told me how those within his community everyone knew everyone else's business and there was a responsibility for people to literally turn anyone in if they saw anything that looked suspicious - like going into a condo unit where no other Somalis lived. In term of sex, it was fucking awesome. He had a nice big cock - not huge - but it was fucking by the numbers: suck him 'til he gets hard, get on hands and knees on bed, lube your hole and his cock (he would not put lube on himself) and then it was shove it in and start fucking HARD. Then he would talk really nasty, calling me bitch, how he wanted me to 'take it'' etc., and then he would finally come after fucking for quite a while. He always came in my ass and the thought of wearing a condom I'm sure never even entered his mind. Lastly, he shot a really big load. I'd wait until after he left and push it out while looking as myself in the mirror. All you slutty whore bottoms know that when the cum squirts out...it's a big load. A big Muslim load.

90 percent of the time I can feel the cum as its being dumped up me. And Ive been told that when I top, others can feel my load explode up in them too. No feeling in the world like it! The feeling of that cock as it twitches and pulses and starts flooding your hole is just amazing!

I doubt its a caused by IV drug use. IV drug use by african americans is actually quite low. And this is the primary issue. I have some friends who are black and work in outreach, and the statistics are just awful. Go on any hookup site in atlanta, and search based on "black" and HIV status's of "positive then negative". Whats crazy is that it will say that over 90% of people are "HIV negative" yet we know the percentage that are HIV+ among gay black is closer to 40%. Even within the gay balck community there is a lot of stigma attached to being HIV+ so many people don't tell others, and its thought that many just avoid getting tested all together. Its been talked about on here before but there are many issues as to why the HIV rate among black MSM is so high, and obviously much needs to be done to curb the infection rate, but it is possible to make meaningful progress. DC is a good example of this. Over the course of the last 10 years DC has halfed its new infection rate among black MSM, and that was pre-PrEP for the most part, so it is possible. The unfortunate part in Atlanta is that public money for health services is almost impossible to come by in a red state. Without money and targeted outreach efforts its going to be very hard to stem the tide of new infections.

After about two minutes Paul heard the door open and close, followed by footsteps down the hall. A deep voice ordered "Slut, keep your head buried in that pillow." Paul did as he told. Seconds later he felt the rub of a clothed crotch pressing against his ass. He could also feel the large bulge pressing to be released inside. The sound of a zipper being unzipped followed, and then the sensation of something pressing against his hole. The sound of spitting followed, as well as the warmth of saliva which coated his hole. Then came one hot thrust of pain as the cock which had been pressed against his hole plunged balls deep inside his hole. "Yeah, you dirty fuck whore. Take my fat cock in your ass/" Vigorous fucking commenced immediately. There was no time for Paul to adjust. The top was pounding him like a jack hammer, stretching his hole unmercifully. In extreme pain, Paul moaned loudly. "Fuck yeah, whore, take my fucking cock!" As quickly as it started the fucking stopped, although the fat cock was still buried in his hole. The next thing Paul heard was the sound of a photo being taken, followed by the sound of key presses on a smartphone. Paul smiled with pleasure at the thought of seeing the photographs of his violated ass. The top recommenced fucking Paul, but this time his thrusts were somewhat slower, with the top's cock cock sliding all the way in and then withdrawing. After a few minutes of this activity the top completely withdrew and grunted "Stay there whore. I need to get naked to fuck you better." With this remark Paul realised the top was (apparently) still dressed, having only opened his fly to free-up his cock for the assault on his ass. The sound of clothing being dropped onto the floor was interrupted by the sound of a message being received on the top's phone. As he slid back into Paul's ass, the top replied to the message, and then tossed his phone on the bed. By chance the phone fell next to Paul's head. The top, meanwhile, continued his slow thrusts into Paul's ass. After about five minutes of this treatment Paul was in heaven. The fat cock was touching every pleasure zone in his ass, and sensing as much, the top grunted "Dirty little whore. Taking my raw cock in your hole. Fuckin' love it, don't you, slut?" Then, as Paul uttered a muffled yes, he heard someone open the front door .

Love real piss drinking videos by pigs who truly like to give and those to swallow every drop. I despise mainstream porn piss vids where the piss go into an open mouth and just flows right out, why bother!!!! Just like bareback porn where the top pulls out and shoots everywhere else but where it should be.

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!

good boy. keep taking those anon loads

Thanks for all the feedback guys! I'm glad you like! I'm testing the water somewhat so bear with me as things will start to get more and more depraved. ___________________________________________________________________________ Sat there in the Woods I took another long drag on my smoke and thought about the shit day I'd had. I'd been down the clinic that day and been given the news. My meds hadnt been working, no doubt because I was so shit at remembering to take them, and my viral load was through the roof and health was looking bad. Yeah I ate too much and drank too much, probably smoked too much too but shit I hadnt expected things to take such a sharp turn. I wasnt sure why I'd come down the Woods tonight, part of me wanted to get some relief, take my mind off this shit day, but more than that I wanted to take out this anger on someone else. Misery loves company and all that right? It was still pretty early but it was nice and dark here, the trees provided a lot of cover and it was nice and quiet, despite the occasional rustling of guys wandering around. I could hear someone getting closer so figured it was time to get my game face on. I was out of shape and stinking like I'd worked an 18hr shift but some guys were into that shit. I got up and manouevered myself out the shrubs from my hidey hole and that was when this kid bumped straight into my big belly. “Sorry I'm sorry” he muttered. Even in the dark I could see his shining red face. Got this kid was young and innocent. His puppy dogs eyes darting away pratically made me shoot in my pants there and then. “Dont you be sorry at all” I said as I took him all in. Baggy trackies, a dark hoodie. This kid looked brand fucking new. His eyes slowly worked up my body. I could see him staring at my bulge and then at my beer gut. My tshirt was riding a little high, but I liked to give a little something away. This kid was a dream come true and the perfect outlet for some pent up poz aggression. “Are you lost little boy? Or have you found what you are looking for” I made a move and grabbed his little cock with one paw and found his nipple with the other. I gave both a squeeze and the Kid groaned. This little shit was perfect and so out of his depth, this was only the beginning of my fun. I found his other nipple and gave them both a harder squeeze. “You like that dont you, little slut boy”. Luckily for him I had a tight grip on both as he practically fell off his feet into my big chest. This kid was mine. “Look at me you little slut” and he slowly pulled his face up as I seized the moment and gave him a deep snog. His mouth was small with tiny dry lips. I pushed my tongue inside and slobbered as much as I could, I wanted to taste every inch of his sweet cherry tasting mouth. I chuckled to myself, what with the beer and the smoke I must taste fucking disgusting, but damn if he seemed to care. I gave his nipples a little stimulation and like reeving the engine, his tongue kicked into gear and met mine for a little dance. I needed to get him into a better position, “Lets get you more comfortable” so I dragged him back through the bushes and sat back down. I got my cock out of my trackies and gave it a little tug. His eyes fixated on it. I might be a fat fuck but my meat always impresses the boys. Its a good 8.5 inches, thick as a beer can and got a whole chunk of veins snaking up and down my shaft. I worked my hood up and down and could see a nice glisten of filth over the head. This kid was going to have the finest tasting death stick, what a lucky lad. I could tell he would need encouragement so I yanked him down by his hoodie and moved his head down onto my cock. He seemed apprehensive but he knew what was expected and like a good little slut he puckered his lips and slowly slide those lips down my meat. Clearly he liked the taste as he started bobbing up and down hoovering me up. Fuck this kid was a natural. He definitely deserved a treat. Lucky for him I'd brought out some of my special candy for these slut boys. I fished out a nice crystal rock from my pocket. As he sucked me and worked that little mouth around my dick, I pulled down his trackies exposing that pale smooth little bum and I pushed my finger towards that special place that was going to keep my babies nice and secure. This boy was smooth as they come and a born bottom. “Fuck thats nice and smooth. I love young dirty sluts like you, hungry for cock arent you” Whether he knew what was coming or not, I couldnt give a shit, but I could feel that I was starting to loose him. There is no fucking way this kid would ever give me a second look in the light of day and he started to realise how far he had already fallen. Time to send him over the edge. I put the sharp crystal on my finger tip and shoved it hard right up inside his tight cunt. He started kicking and moving. Fuck I love it when they make a fuss, especially when it results in them screaming and groaning round my shaft. But this kid was nothing compared to my size and height so I held him in place and made sure that crystal was nice and deep. The little shit managed to spit my cock out and started shouting so with my free hand I shoved his whore face into the mud and held it there. My other finger still deep in his arse working the nail round and scraping as much of his tight lining as I could. I wanted this kid ripe and ready to accept my special presents. “Shut your fucking mouth you little whore, this is just a little something to help lube you up” I dug my nail into his flesh and dragged it out slowly, My finger popped out and I could see it was nice and red and juicy. This whore was good to go and practically begging for it, even if he didnt realise it. Keeping one hand on his neck I moved myself around and lined my cock up with his fresh puckered hole. “Its lucky for you youre a good little cock sucker” because there was no way in hell I was going to waste time with any other lube. I pushed the head of my cock against his hole. Even now the kid was still faking resistance, trying to keep himself clenched, but I could see the crystal was doing its work and moving straight through his blood. He was heating up and moaning and groaning. This slut wanted it. He needed it. He might not realise it but I Was doing him a favour and giving him something special and he would be fucking grateful. I pushed harder and harder and then suddenly the whore gave up resisting and I plunged balls deep in side him. His tiny little frame provided a nice cushion and I fell on top and rested all my weight down. Theres something quite hot about having my belly laid down on top some fine prime skinny boy butt. He was screaming out in pleasure but I didnt want a crowd, I work best solo “I told you to shut your fucking mouth!”. I needed this whore to get himself together so I slapped him across the back of his head and worked a hand in front of his mouth and pushed him deeper into the dirt. Now I was in my element as I started to ravage this little slut. I pumped in and out giving the whore everything he wanted. Every fucking inch of my cock and I could feel my balls building up. He was going to get such a fat thick load, it had been days since I'd last wanked and what with news of my viral load, this lucky shit was going to get the best I had to offer. He might have looked all innocent when he bumped into me but I was going to show him his purpose in life, he was going to leave here a true cum dump. He wouldnt be here unless he wanted to serve real men like me. This little whore was no better than a walking cum dumpster. I was doing him a favour, I was giving him a gift, I was freeing him from his pathetic life and showing him his true purpose. I pounded his little hole harder and harder. I could feel him becoming nice and sloppy underneath me. He was a proper juicy pig when he got fucked clearly, either that or he hadnt prepared himself to get fucked. Hell maybe that was on purpose and he was already a dirty little shit piglet. Well he was about to get a super charged load, I stared down at his dirty little body and gave a few last final deep pumps and then all at once I unloaded. I felt shot after shot after shot rip out of my cock and fire straight into this ruined little slut, I groaned out in passion and took my hand off the pigs mouth as he took in a huge breathe of passion. Yeah this kid knew what had happened and he was in ecstasy. I stood up and looked down at him. Laying there shattered like he had done any of the hard work. I looked at my cock and could see what a mess it was in. Guess he was a little shit pig after all. He was still keeping his face in the mud too. He was a good little slut and deserved a final gift, so I rummaged around in my coat and found another crystal, a larger one this time. “Theres another one for luck, and your first of many dirty loads your fresh hole is getting tonight no doubt” I pushed the crystal toward his hole and this piggy sucked in two digits without any problems at all, I buried them to my knuckle and sent the crystal on its way. I pulled the fingers out and gave them a good suck clean. Theres something unique about the tang of blood, boy shit and poz cum. I picked up this piglets face and looked him in the eyes. I wanted to leave on a high note. “You are going to fucking ruined little boy by the time you see the sun again”, I sucked back to add some snot to the boys arse taste and gobbed a huge wet mess onto his face and dropped it back to the floor. My hands were still a mess so I worked the kids hoodie off him. “A little souvenir” I said to myself as I took a closer look at the insignia on the front. Haha this was a kid from the local private school. No wonder the little pig was down here cruising for cock. Precious little rich faggot. I fished my phone out and took a few pics for my collection. It was always good to add to my folder of ruined boys at home. I left the boy flying and began walking home. I went out the shrubs and headed for home. Just in time too. As I was leaving I saw Frank and his two goons heading in. I liked it rough but those lads were something else. Mean skinheads lads whose reputation didnt actually even meet the reality. I'd seen their handy work once before and how their victim managed to walk away I had no idea. Still wasnt my business. I looked away as Frank sneered at me. Looks like I had been lucky that night and escaped with little time to spare.

Jaeger fucked Tanner without cumming for a good fifteen minutes, exploring the depths of his hole with his massive cock until he had Tanned screaming into the palms clasped around his mouth. Jaeger had found Tanner's prostate, and was angling his thrusts to hit it violently till tears ran down Tanner's perfect, jock face. Jaeger reached around to Tanner's captive sack, it was heavy with his unspent sperm, painful to even the slightest touch. Jaeger felt Tanner's hole tighten as he grabbed the boys super sensitive, cum filled balls. "Yes. Good boy...full of sperm" Jaeger said through more sharp thrusts, biting the boys ears. He pulled his dick out from the vacuum of the kids ass. It was coated in thick cum and ass mucus. "Suck me clean" he ordered Tanner immediately complied as one of Bruno's house twinks came out "Everything is ready sir" he said, trying not to make eye contact with his Spanish master. "Good" Jaeger said. "Baby boy, you step in my house you are mine...Yes? You understand? Yes" He gently slapped Tanner who nodded eagerly, mouth still sucking his own ass juices of Jaeger's cock. "Fuck him up" Jaeger said pulling his glistening dick away from Tanner 30 minutes later, Tanner was trussed up in a sling in Jaeger's dungeon. A cocktail of drugs pumped into his veins, a gold collar on around his neck and his perfectly shaved hole exposed and pulsing with heat and desire. As the men of the party filtered into the dark room, I couldn't help but take up a position near the back, I was excited to fuck our prize when he was good and loose and full of sperm. There was thumping music playing as one by one Tanner took cock after cock...no one pulled out and any drop of cum that wasn't deposited in his belly was fed to him from fingers or dicks. He must have had the potent seed of about 30 men before he started to look tired and another dose of Jaeger's special cocktail of drugs hard wired were administered to hard wire him awake. I took up position, and slid without resistance up my conquest's hole. The walls of his ass were thick with cum, it was glorious, no more friction or tightness but perfect, warm folds of jock ass stretched to delight so that you could feel the boy shuddering with every breath. I grabbed his hips, ground up into him and unleashed another hot load up him. "Too fucking good boy" I moaned as Jaeger sauntered through the crowd, smiled at me and motioned for his turn. I pulled out, happy to oblige. No sooner had he got up to the boy then I saw the massive dildo in his hand. This must have been a good 12 inches long and 5 inches thick. He pushed down on Tanner's tight abs and shoved the toy home. Tanner moaned deeply as inch by inch vanished into his teen cunt. Jaeger was pleased and as the final inch disappeared smiled evily. Slowly, he fucked the boy long and hard with that impossible dildo whilst Tanned moaned for more. "Ok" Jaeger said finally He ripped the cum soaked toy out the boys now gaping hole and directed someone near the kids head to shove it down his throat. As the Tanner tried to accommodate the toy in his throat Jaeger did something that nearly made me cum. Before Tanner's gaping pussy could wink itself shut, he casually starting working his fist up the boy, it didn't even take a minute before I swear we all heard the pop as Tanner swallowed the fist...first gay experience and the boy was being fisted, hard! I was so proud. 30 minutes of fisting passed...not once did Jaeger pull out. Finally, when he did, Tanner's gape was so beautiful...like a blossoming rise pulsing with white cum. Jaeger shoved his dick into the warm flower and fucked it back into place until he deposited his own load. Before the night was over Tanner dropped cum from every orifice and glistened with hot sperm. In fact the only person who hasn't cum was Tanner. Having taken eveeone at least once...Jaeger released the boy's clamp, located his prostate in his wrecked hole and milked the boy for neg load after neg load till he was spent. "Next time you shoot boy, you'll be family" Jaeger said...as I watched I couldn't help but hope he'd share my genes...but we wouldn't know who was the lucky daddy for a while...

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."

Tanner lapped up the cum and his ass juices from Jake's lap as I texted Bruno. "Fuck" came his almost instant reply after I'd sent him the pics. "You weren't lying, bring him, everything is ready...you got 30 mins" I smiled, pit down my phone, crouched behind Tanner and dug my tongue up his cum soaked, slightly open hole. I needed to taste it, enjoy the salty, musky sweetness of his corrupted pussy before Bruno wrecked it. "We good to go" Jake sighed, getting Tanner to suck his fingers. Two, three vanished down the boy's throat easy. "Good fucking dude" he sighed, fucking his throat with his digits. "He's so fucking ready" Tanner's hole pulsed, agreeing. God he tasted good...and the heat from his hole....Fuck. If Bruno wasn't waiting I'd take him again...I slipped three fingers up his cunt easy as he groaned. "Yup" I admired, "you're good to go" I said, smiling. "You wanna cum baby boy?" Jake removed his fingers from Tanner's throat, pulled his chin up. "Answer him ok bro, you wanna blow your wad" He bit his lip...so fucking cute with spit and cum still smeared in his blonde stubble. "Or..." I whispered, tickling his prostate, "you wanna get fucked into manhood?" I pushed hard against his little button, grinned as he bucked in pleasure. "No" he yelled, "no....I don't wanna cum! Uh....I...oh Fuck....please, fuck me more...get me pregnant with your sperm....oh Fuck....I don't wanna cum till...Fuck....I'm ready" I massaged his heavy, full balls. "Right answer" I smiled, pulling my fingers out his well lived cunt, spinning him around and shoving my cum drenched fingers down his throat. He groaned in ecstasy. Jake was pulling on his jock and some loose shorts as I abused Tanner's throat. Having him maintain eye contact as he sucked my fingers clean. "You wanna get bred some more? Wanna be a cum dump for some friends...? He nodded. "Get up" I ordered. Time for a drive. He looked around for his clothes but, Jake stopped him. "Naked bra', you don't need clothes....look at you, you are fucking perfect...show it off" he soothed, kissing him deeply. I pulled on my shorts, grabbed my keys, slapped Tanner's hot little bum and ushered them out the door. Watching Tanner embrace his inner slut was a fucking turn on, watching him saunter to my car stark bollock naked, cum dripping down his thigh made me instantly hard. The boys got in the back of my jeep, I adjusted my mirror so I could watch my two perfect tweakers make out as if it was the end of the fucking world....I could watch that forever. I sighed, pulled out of the drive and hit the gas. Bruno was not someone you kept waiting. 20 minutes later and we had arrived at the gates to Bruno's mansion. Bruno's boss, Jaeger, kept a number of these 'houses' about the country. Private, secluded...perfect for their collective 'tastes' They buzzed us in and, as the gates swung open I couldn't help but glance back at Tanner...after tonight, I thought, he'd be a seriously cock hungry little cum dump....I couldn't wait to fuck him whenever Bruno was done with him. We pulled up to the front of the house. The massive doors opened and a naked, rippling hunk of muscular sex walked out. He flashed me a grin, caught sight of the boys in the back, opened the door and pulled Tanner out. Tanner stood there, as Jake and I sauntered out. The muscular god seemed super happy with Tanner...and Tanner looked like he'd fallen love with the stud. "Bend over" the guy growled in a thick Spanish accent. Tanner obliged, bending over so that he was resting half in, half out the car. "Yes" the guy said "Go in" he said to us, not taking his eyes off the seed seeping out of Tanner's hole. I nodded to Jake, as I caught sight of the thick tool growing between the Spanish studs legs. Jake saw it too...10 inches at least and thick with rippling veins. As we let ourselves in to the mansion, Tanned let out a muffled cry. The Spanish boy had him mounted, impaled on his ever growing cock, hands firmly covering the boy's mouth. "Valet parking" I heard a voice boom from inside the house. Bruno was the biggest guy I think I'd ever seen, even after all the years I'd known him he still intimidated me. A huge German with a penchant for ruining twinks foolish enough to fall for his perfect, daddy persona. He stood in the hall, rippling with iron. Jake met him in a deep kiss, eagerly reciprocated. "Hello good fucking boy" Bruno cooed, slapping Jake's ass. "And you" he nodded at me, smiling. Outside we could still hear Tanner's deep, full cries. "Whos the valet?" I chuckled, snatching a glass of champagne from one of Bruno's houseboys who had suddenly appeared. All twinks, all gorgeous, all his and all strictly off limits. "Jaeger" Bruno answered. Jake and I caught each others eyes. "Yup" Bruno laughed as he led us into the party room. "Your boy is very lucky, the boss was in town and trust me...he was very excited to meet Tanner" "Fuck yes" I thought. I'd never met Bruno's boss but I heard the rumours....all of them twisted, all of them hot. As Bruno opened the doors to a room packed full of half naked men, chatting, drinking...waiting...I smiled. "This was going to be fun"

Tanner was moaning as he sat, impaled on Jake's still rock hard cock, riding it and tweaking his own nipples, lost in the feeling of being fucked like a boyfriend. His ring was red raw but, everytime he ground down, a small deposit of cum would leak out around the edges, massaged into the battered edges of his hole. "Fuck...Jake..." He kept saying as I passed Jake a repacked pipe. "Shotgun" I ordered. Jake grinned as he started to meet Tanner's thrusts. "Hold still Tanner" he said "let me just pulse a bit in your hole" Tanner looked fucking gorgeous, prone on Jake's cock as Jake began lighting up the bowl. Tanned was a still mass of rippling muscle, glistening with sweat and dripping with cum. I walked up to them as Jake grabbed Tanner, pulled him to his tina full mouth and exhaled a thick cloud of corruption into our prize, pushing his tongue into his mouth at the same time. The cloud fizzled and dissolved around them, I leant down to where Jake's cock vanished up Tanner and, as I heard them light up again gently licked around Tanner's perfectly stretched hole. It tasted like Jake, a taste I could still remember, and salty sweet jock sweat with a hint of musk. Fucking wonderful. I heard Tanner moan as my tongue massaged the tiny crevices of his outer ring. I felt Jake's cock swell and a little more cum leak out and straight onto my tongue. "Again boys" I said. I wanted Tanner more fucked up, more cock hungry...he'd thank me for that later. As they happily hit the pipe again, I shoved my tongue up alongside Jake's shaft, swirling as best I could into Tanner's hole, tasting our hot like fuck toy and his spunk soaked cunt. Tanned groaned thickly into another deep kiss "Poppers" I commanded, I heard the bottle unscrew, stood up, grabbed my thick shaft and poised it at the entrance to Tanner's chute. They each took three big hits. I counted to three, watched Tanner's whole tan body relax and pushed into him. He grabbed at Jake's pecs as I forced my head into his sphincter. His hole was still wonderfully tight and I literally popped in...but, as soon as my head vanished, Tanner's ass sucked my entire 10 inches into him till I was hilt deep again. "Yesssssss" Tanner screamed "Fuck me, please!" Jake winked at me from over Tanner's shoulder, big black eyes, fucking gorgeous face. He pulled Tanned back down meeting him in a rough kiss, exposing his hole for a real double fucking. He was made to take cock, a hole that tight, that soft and warm was built to get pregnant. I grabbed my phone, hit record on the video function and started deep shafting the little jock. Thrusting him violently into the back of the chair as I reamed his gaping little pussy. I felt Tanner reach behind me as I continued my onslaught, he grabbed my ass cheeks to steady himself on the two dicks fucking him. "Uh....Uh....Uh" he groaned religiously as a river of cum ran out of his hole, coating our crotches. "Oh...my....fucking...Christ" Tanner bellowed, his heavy ball sack churning for release against the clamp, keeping his precious neg boy cum where it belonged, in his tight, taught little body. Jake grabbed the boy's ass, pulled the cheeks wide as I made sure to film the hard-core dicking up close. "Take a few photos from your angle" I said to Jake who eagerly snapped a few pics, directing Tanner to flex even as we ruined his no longer virgin hole. Jake put the camera phone down, grunted as Tanner squeezed that velvet chute of his and cried, almost in pain "I'm cumming!!!!" I felt Jake tense up, felt the blood surge into his penis as it convulsed another hot load into Tanner's shuddering ass walls. I felt the hot cum soak Tanner's cunt, lube my penetration of his little jock butt as I forced it into his insides, massaging it into him as I upped my tempo. Jake kept his still hard dick up the boy as I felt my load boiling in my balls. A few well placed, piercing shoves and I began to leak. I felt my cock expand, the veins pulse. "Here...it...comes..boy" I yelled "Another hot load for you" I fucked him deep, felt his rippling muscle tighten against my assault, gripped his shoulders, shoved deep and unloaded a fuck load of my potent spunk into the boy. "I can feel it....feel both of you...." He tensed up, as my dick hit his prostate. "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh...." He cried, orgasming without cumming again. "You perfect fucking boy" I sighed. "No cumming, remember" "I...Ugh...remember daddy" he said, coming off his anti orgasm. I pulled out of his gaping hole, laid next to Jake as Tanner climbed off his dick. "Hungry boy" I ordered Tanner looked confused till I gently pulled his neck to my cum soaked crotch and held him there till he tentatively flicked out his tongue tasting the seed that now owned him. "Mmmm...it's...still warm" he cooed, licking along my gym soaked shaft. "Me next" Jake said, helping feed the boy some left over cum from my crotch...sighing as the boy sucked on his fingers like the jizz hungry whore we'd turned him into. Now to send Bruno some pics and vids...

The moist heat of Tanner's seizing hole sucked Jake's cock length into him, I heard Tanner take a hit of poppers....the kid learnt quick. Jake struggled to push his last inch into Tanner, I sharply pushed the boy's ass down forcing his hole to accept Jake's entire shaft. The last inch vanished and Jake and I were balls deep in the jock. "Holy fucking shit" Jake cried, he tried to start fucking but Tanner started spasming uncontrollably down his thighs, "Wait, Jake" I said, placing my hand on his thigh to make him stop. "Just breathe boy, breathe in our cocks...you're doing so well, just breathe them in, own your cunt muscles, let them expand, let them relax...yeah?" Tanner took another hit of poppers and Jake and I literally felt his hole start to relax, his once tight ring expanding around our shafts. "Bro" Jake spoke "You're doing so fucking good...just fucking take it, you're such....uh....a fucking stud" I rubbed Tanner's sweat drenched lower back, keeping a little pressure on him so he didn't go anywhere. "Dude" Jake moaned "I can feel the heat from your open hole on my thigh...." He was right, Tanner's fucked up little cunt was in heat, an inviting warmth flowed out of his stretched muscle pussy. One more hit of poppers and I felt the familiar feeling of being milked as Tanner went to work. "Oh my God!" Jake cried as bit by bit we started grinding into the receptive boy. Tanner was struggling but taking it, I had to marvel at his resolve as he began to grind back on our pulsing shafts. "Fuck Tanner" Jake moaned, biting the kids nipples as he began fucking the boy, pulling out along my shaft as I pushed it. We worked him over like two well oiled pistons. Tanner was screaming, tears running down his cheeks, huge fucking smile on his face as I grabbed his neck for better leverage. He gurgled like a little whore under my thick grasp. Jake grabbed Tanner's hips, taking up the responsibility of keeping him put. His hole made satisfying squelching sounds, I forgot how much pre cum Jake produced. In no time our cocks were slick with it, gliding against each other as Tanner's mucus covered ass walls shuddered with pleasure. The friction was perfect for me, I could fuck a hole like this without cumming for hours. Jake wasn't so mature yet...He was getting close, squirming and shoving, moaning and writhing, jerking his dick in the heat of Tanner's beautiful little butt. He was lost and, I was happy to let him go for a while. I released Tanner from my grip, he fell forward coughing as I pulsed more blood into my dick, forcing his red raw hole to open further. Keeping my cock perfectly still, feeling Jake probe like a dog under me. "Uh....g'uh...ah....uh" he was practically screaming now. As the breath flooded back into Tanner's lungs his hole vibrated violently ... A little trick I learnt, a coughing bottom, makes fucking feel fantastic. Jake brutally shoved his dick past mine, popping it into Tanner's second hole and unleashing his virile, swimmer seed into Tanner's innermost, receptive walls. He grunted, and I felt his hot cum start flooding back around my shaft...I pulled out of Tanner...happy to let the boys have their moment. Plus, I didn't want any of the fresh seed to pour out of his wide hole. Tanner's sphincter gently closed shut on Jake's cock...sealing the cum up him. I went round to the front of the chair. Tanner was moaning gently as Jake began making love to his hole...the gentility messing with his mind as I leant down to his vibrant, youthful face... "How's that cum feel boy?" Tanner looked at me, wiped a tear from his eye, smiled evily and said "I can feel it, it feels hot but...so nice...feels fucking nice" "Good boy" I said...."cuz you're going to get a lot" As he thanked me with his eyes I let him nurse my thick, ass-warm cock in his mouth as I heard my phone vibrate from over on the other couch. I smiled...a few more loads in the boy, and the party could really begin.

I watched Jake abuse the boy's stiff dick like the expert, seasoned cocksucker he'd become. Tanner was completely lost in the sensation, being edged almost continuously and not being able to cum. I had to admire my handiwork as the two hot little studs made out with other, feeling each other's tight little bodies, massaging, squeezing, exploring as their tongues embraced. I took a final hit, sauntered over to the boys, put my mouth next to theirs and exhaled, watching the boys breathe in the white cloud as it dissolved around them. I joined them in a three way kiss, sucking on Tanner's tongue then moving to shove my tongue down Jake's throat. "Can I fuck him ?" Jake whimpered I patted him on the head, "Not yet...I'm gonna replace the seed you felched out of him" "Ok daddy" Jake replied, my dick stiffened. "Tanner, daddy's gonna fuck you...when he cums, clench your ass...I don't wanna see his vim leak out...I don't want to punish you" Jake commanded, in between sweetly kissing the boy. "Turn around, turn out your ass and spread your cheeks boy" I said Tanner complied instantly, straddling the chair. Jake went round the back, stood on a Stoll and shoved his cock into the jocks throat one thrust and his 8 inches vanished without so much of a cough from Tanner. I rubbed my now concrete shaft on the boys hole... "Open it boy" I said, he complied...his tight boy cherry parted ever so slightly, pulsed open. I took the opportunity to shove my index finger in at its most open. It was like hot silk up there and I had to moan. "Its going to be rough boy, I'm going to Fuck you into manhood" I fingered his prostate and I swear he nearly swallowed Jake's ball sack as well as his entire shaft. "You'll thank me later when some of my friends Fuck you into oblivion....you won't want to be tight in an hour boy, and you won't be" I ran my nail along his pleasure button and felt him spasm uncontrollably.... another anti-orgasm swept over him. I ripped my finger out and delighted as he hole stayed open just a little bit longer. "1..." I said, spitting on my hand. "2..." "Here...we...go" "3" I shoved my entire shaft up his gently open cum-lined shoot...this time he moaned hard and Jake pulled out of his throat. "Just in case" he laughed. He took a hit of poppers, and watched me as I pressed into Tanner. He was way too tight for what I had planned and he'd have to loosen up quickly, 3,4,5 inches pushed past his hole's resistance. The boys shared the amyl and, in no time I was buried to the hilt in his hot little ass. My hands gripped his hips tightly as he breathed deep and hard. No help waiting, the boy needed it hard if he was going to make it through our party. I started pulling out, I thought he was about to scream but he moaned deeply instead. "Yesssss" he sighed in a thick baritone I'd have to thank Bruno, my dealer later...whatever he'd given me, was working magic on Tanner. Even as his ass lips tugged against my invading cock, blossoming on my being shaft, he still wanted more. I shoved back in. "Whoah" Jake clapped, "Fuck that's hot" "Can..." Tanned started as I shoved in and out of his de-virgined cunt "Can...I...uh....please....uh...God...suck your cock!" He cried, head up back low, ass out. Jake looked at me with sheer glee, took a step forward, eyes still fixed on mine and planted Tanner at the root of his dick...matching my thrusts into the Adonis' throat. Bit by bit, I felt Tanner's hole stretch but, not quick enough. He'd make all our guests cum in seconds in this state....I was only lasting so long because of sheer, mental diligence. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and pummelled the boy's pussy like it was going out of fashion, in out, feeling it tense looser and looser around me. The the fog of my discipline of not cumming, I felt Tanner move slightly, backing up towards me. Then another set of legs by mine. I slowed down, opened my eyes and saw that Jake was sitting in the chair, under Tanner...cock primed. He smiled at me over Tanner's shoulder. "Need some help?" he asked, pushing his cock head ever so slowly against the underside of my shaft. "You read my mind fucker" I said..."Here though" I pulled completely out of Tanner, rubbing my pre cum, ass juice coated shaft on Jakes, then shoved back in. Jake smiled, bit his lip and pressed his dick against Tanner's stuffed cunt. As Jake applied pressure, Tanner's head flew up "Yea!!" he cried..."Fuck me...uh...together!" You gotta love jocks, I thought. Always up for the challenge. I heard Jake grunt loudly, felt a piercing rip shudder through Tanner's body and then, Jake's cock head pop through the outer ring, lodged next to the base of my already ball-deep shaft.

The sweat began pouring off him, making the taught muscles in his back stretch and strain. His beautiful hole stretched to accommodate me, flushed red as I pulled an inch out then back in. Jake pulled his dick out of Tanner's mouth, coated in saliva and slime. Tanner coughed as Jake shoved the poppers back under Tanner's nose. He breathed the fumes deep, "Again" Jake commanded, gently slapping Tanner. He inhaled again, big black puppy dog eyes staring straight at Jake's cock. "Again!" Jake chided. Tanner inhaled for a third time. Jake put the bottle away, waited as the first wave of amyl hit the boy before reaching down, bringing the boys wet lips to his, passionately kissing him full of his tongue. I heard Tanner sigh. The poppers hit him hard and he lifted his body to meet the kiss, sliding further down my shaft. He sighed again, contendetly ...I pulled him fully onto my lap so that he was kneeling on my cock. "Mmmm" he moaned into Jake's mouth as I bounced into him. Grabbing his firm pecs as leverage, pinching his tight nipples causing him to buck into my lap with moans of pleasure. Jake got up and disappeared into the kitchen, saliva covered cock swinging as he left to get some supplies. I pushed Tanner forward so he was half resting on the chair and began pumping in and out of his relaxing hole, losing myself in the tight folds of his perfect ass. Free to moan, Tanner let loose. Grunting and sighing like a seasoned boy whore. I felt my dick pulse some of my fertile pre seed into him, lubing him up as I went. "Yeah..." He began to mutter "Yes" as I hit his prostate with each thrust. "Fuck" he screamed... "I'm going to fucking cum" he yelled, as I maintained momentum. "No you don't" Jake said evily, I hadn't even heard him come back in. He dropped my supply bag on the floor next to us, and quickly ducked under Tanner...flicking the boys rising balls, boiling with his seed. The pain shot through his muscle frame but wasn't enough, as my anal onslaught drove his prostate into overdrive. "I'm cumming!!" Tanner yelled again, tears running down his face overcome with the sensations his body was feeling. Jake grunted angrily, grabbed Tanner's ball sack, yanking it tight to stop the flow of teen cum from escaping up his neg boy shaft. Caught in an orgasm without release Tanner bucked furiously onto my dick, abandoned to the futile sensations emanating from his ass. His ass walls contracted as the wave of anti-pleasure washed over him, milking my poz shaft for its toxic payload. "Please" Tanner screamed as Jake tightened his grip. "I...Uh...Uh...I've got...to ...Uh...cum!" "Not yet" Jake growled as Tanner's whole frame shook from my physical onslaught. His cunt was red and puffy but, felt like warm velvet inside, slick with friction. My hips took control, I couldn't stop fucking the boy if I wanted...he'd done something I didn't think was possible...he'd taken back the dominance, fucking himself on my thick tool, commanding his pain and my pleasure. "I'm going to breed you son!" I cried "Fuck you full of my poz babies" "You want that? You want my hot poz babies in you?" The boy cried out as I felt my cock expand in his chute. "Tell him" Jake cooed, rubbing the boys sweaty back as he maintained his grip on the boy's balls all the time whispering sweet pig words in the jock's chem sensitive ear. "I want it" he breathed "What?" I yelled, "Please...Fuck me full of your poz cock, I want...Uh....Uh...I want you to poz up my jock hole....please!!" He yelled "You fucking little slut" I screamed, fucking him as if my life, or rather his life, depended on it. He cried out again as another anti-orgasm overtook him. "Poz me up!! Uhhhh!" That pushed me over the edge, my balls suddenly spewed rope after rope of my thick, white death spooge up the boy. "Fuck yes!!" I screamed, feeling my cum, bathing my dick in its warmth as I filled him up. My orgasm swept up from my toes and ended with my sixth, seventh injection of boiling cum up the boy. The boy breathed heavily, pulsing his ring around my dick... "Th...Thank you" he whimpered "Looks like the boy might be learning" Jake laughed, releasing the boy's sack from his grip. "You don't get to cum Tanner till we're sure you're good and pregnant" Jake smirked flicking the boys balls again, making sure the pain registered over and above the jock's desire for release. "How long that takes is up to you..." Jake cooed, "but, the next time you blast that jock boy seed, it'll carry some pretty potent DNA..." "Thank you!" Tanned cried through the pain and I couldn't help but smile broadly...this was going to be one hell of a conversion. I heard Jake rustling in my goody bag and began to withdraw from Tanner's pulsing anus. "Uh...uhhhh" Tanner whimpered, as my dick pulled out. My shaft was covered in pink cummy foam... "Nice" I said..."very nice" My cock head reached his sphincter and I brutally popped it out. He winced as his hole winked shut, a rivulet of my cum dribbling down his crack. As he breathed out hard his hole would open ever so gently, causing more cum to leak out. He sighed deeply, probably thinking he was done. As Jake prepared some 'treats' next to me, I swung our conquest around, planted his sweet mouth on my shaft and fucked my cock clean. We weren't nearly done.

The Turkish cab driver texted to see if I was free and if I wanted sex.love the bluntness of these guys it's really animalistic. He said he had two people to bring with him if that was ok . cool by me. I was ready anyway; always am.he arrived with two real hairy foreign looking guys and introduced one of them as his brother??? And the other bloke was I believe Algerian.i was spit roasted fucked hard and the Algerian bloke had a very Can thick dick which surprised me by sliding in me so easily.i was fucked and took all their loads so greedily. One thing that is similar with the Pakistanis and Turkish is non of them are interested or touch my cock.its just my hole they want which suits me just fine.i asked if he was really his brother he said Yes yes.if that's true that made me hornier.

Sorry Guys, had some life issues come up. I have started writing again and will be posting them again soon. also found some hot Wrestler pics to give you my idea of what the boys look like.

Love the ftl slammers went there last year with my ex and got FUCKED by every dirty guy there. Hot scene, hot place, love the openness and the bartender loaded me in front of everyone

Fucking Justin Justin and I quickly went from sitting and kissing on his bed to me laying on top of him as we kissed and our hardening cocks ground against each other through our clothes. I reached down between us a pulled his shirt up. I broke the kiss to slide his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. Justin responded and pulled my shirt off and it quickly joined his on the floor. My eyes wandered over Justin’s torso, admiring his smooth torso. His hands played over my chest and down my abs, fingers following my happy trail to the button of my shorts. His fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, but soon had them undone. I lifted my crotch off his, and he slid my shorts down my legs. I kicked off my shorts, then resting my weight on my knees, I undid his jeans. Justin lifted up his hips and I slid his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. His cock was rock hard and nestled in his bushy brown pubes were two nicely sized balls. I licked his nipples and slowly worked my way down his torso till I was inhaling the musky smell from his cock and balls. I licked his cock before taking both his nuts into my mouth and giving them a good tonguing. As I licked his balls, I slid his jeans and boxers off and tossed them to the floor. With his legs now free, I spread them slightly and worked my way down to his near virgin pucker. He went wild as my tongue worked around his hole, and then slowly into him. Justin was soon moaning from my tongue fucking his hole, and he grabbed his ankles, spreading his legs wide to give me easier access to his now spit soaked hole. While I continued to fuck him with my tongue, I began to add a finger into the mix. He really loved it, and was begging me to never stop. My other hand reached down and pulled my cock out of the pouch of my jockstrap. Now that his hole was lubed up with my spit and loosened from my fingers, it was time to slide my dripping toxic cock into that neg hole. As I moved up, I spent a few minutes on his cock, sucking and licking his 6 cut inches and making him moan again from my oral skills. With a pop, his cock fell out of my mouth and I moved up his body, kissing his stomach and nipples before I kissed him on the mouth as my cock lined up with his hole. “Can I be the first to fuck you raw?” I asked him as the head of my cock pressed against his entrance. “Please,” Justin said “Help me become a cumslut like you.” My cock pulsed at the idea, and the head easily slid in. I went back to kissing him as I slowly worked all 7 inches into his hole, the first bare cock he had ever taken. As my balls hit his ass, Justin moaned into my mouth. I slowly began to slide in and out of his hole, each stroke there was less resistance as my precum and his ass juices provided lubrication for the fuck. Once I felt he was ready, I really began to fuck him, pounding in and out of his hole, sometimes sliding all the way out to punch back in. “Fuck Tom, This is the best sex I have ever had! You feel so good inside me, if this is how it feels all the time bare, then I am never going back to condoms. FUCK!” Justin said as I rose up to really pound on his hole. “Bare feels the best, and you will know for sure when Ryan and Dave fuck us later.” I replied. “I’d rather just stay here with your cock in me all day.” “But we both need some Daddy dick to really sate us both. I’m getting close, want me to shoot it in you, give you some cum lube for them?” “Yea, fill me up with your cum Tom, shoot it all in me!” I began to thrust deep into Justin as his hand moved to his cock and began to jack himself off. A few minutes later, I pushed as deep into him as I could and unloaded my toxic cum deep into his ass. As my cock fired volley after volley of tainted seed into his no longer virgin to HIV ass, Justin moaned and shot a huge load of neg cum all over his face and chest. I leaned down and began to lick his seed off his face and swallowed most of what I licked up. After I licked the last few remnants of his load off his body, and my cock popped out of his ass, I kissed him and fed him some of his own cum, snowballing the seed as our tongues encircled each other. We lay there on his bed for a few more minutes, kissing and savoring the afterglow of a great sex session. Then it was time to get dressed and “see” if Ryan and Dave wanted to meet up. As we dressed, I convinced Justin to go commando since he didn’t have a jock. I told him he should get one as they are quite hot to get fucked in, as he would see when I was getting fucked. About 4, I contacted Dad through the app again. He gave me the address, and Justin and I were on our way to meet them for the “First” time and get some more cum in our asses, or at least more cum in his and get some sweet daddy fucking for me.

I started with clear about 2 years ago. Now I prefer the stronger stuff.

I sometimes sleep with a butt plug in after being bred, especially if I've had a few loads in my ass.

I attend a fair amount of swinger parties, seems at least half go bare. Nothing better than fucking a guys wife while he watches and filling her pussy up. thats hot !

By a strange circumstance... For the next 15 years, Dave and I fucked and converted many boys. Some wanted it, and some were too dumb to see our status or ask about condom use. Often we double teamed the guys, and made sure that we both gave them a huge load. Our favorite was when we got a guy who wanted to be double penetrated. We loved the feeling of our poz cocks rubbing against each other as we bare fucked a hole, and our loads were often deposited at the same time when we were able to DP. We had a stash of condoms that were prepped for breakage, and our 'silicon' lube was laced with baby oil to ensure breakage. Our goal in life had become to spread our seed and procreate through our disease. We had ads on all the popular hookup sites, and all clearly stated that we were poz, and preferred to fuck bareback. Sometimes it got us the ass we wanted, sometimes the guys were hesitant. Those were the ones that we either stealthed, or used the old 'just the tip' line on till we were shooting our poison deep into them and changing their lives forever. The big shock of my life came when we got a hit from a cute 18 year old freshman named Tom who had just moved to DC for college and was looking for some Daddy types to help him come out into the gay world, and give him the bug. When he unlocked his pics for us, I was stunned. It was like looking into a slightly distorted picture of me at that age. He didn’t have my light blonde hair; rather it was a dark strawberry blonde, but his features eerily looked like my younger self. We chatted, and over the course of a couple days, I discovered that he had grown up with a single mom and had never known his dad. He had come out as gay in high school, but growing up in a small town he had not known of any other gay guys. Tom really wanted to meet us, and Dave was fully up for giving him our bug; there was just something in the back of my mind that had me on edge with Tom, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We all met at a local diner for lunch, and to chat before deciding on going any further. It was over that lunch that I finally discovered what had me on edge with Tom. We talked about his plans to study sports medicine at school, and that he in high school he had been on the wrestling team where in placed in the Nationals top three every year of high school. In fact his wrestling skills had landed him a nice college scholarship. But it was when He showed us a picture of His mom that it all clicked. I had fucked around with his mom back when I was in the military, and must have knocked her up. Tom was my son. Not only was he my son, but he was gay and was a chaser, just as I had been, although I had never admitted as much until Dave had converted me. I dropped the bomb that I had just discovered on Tom and Dave. I knew Dave well enough to know that as soon as the recently discovered truth was out, his cock was rock hard and leaking his toxic precum with the thought of us gifting my own flesh and blood with our bug. Tom, I didn’t know that well, but the look that came over his face was eerily similar to the look that was on Dave’s face. The two of them quickly finished up their lunch, and were practically dragging me back to our place. Once we were alone in our apartment, Tom pulled me to him and gave me a deep passionate kiss. “I’ve always had this fantasy,” he said “of finding my Dad and him being gay. I never imagined that he’d be this hot or that he has something else that I wanted other than being a mentor to me.” “What do you mean, Tom?” I asked. “You know. I want the bug. To be poz. My cock and hole are twitching right now with the thought of it being given to me by the same cock and cum that made it possible for me to exist.” As much as my brain wanted to rebel against the idea, my cock began to harden in my jeans and the thought of my seed, that had helped create this young man in front of us, being fucked into him and its poison finding its way into his blood and converting him began to interest me. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to give him what he wanted. “I have an even better idea,” I said, “you can call us Daddy and act like we are your Dom Dads. But we will all know the truth and enjoy the hell out of it.” “So,” Tom asked, “does this mean that you will fuck me? Give me your poison seed and convert me to be like you, Dad, poz?” “Yes, son.” “Nice! How about we start on that converting of me now.” With that out of the way, Tom grabbed both my cock and that of Dave, and began to massage them through the denim of our jeans. Both of us let out a moan, and I grabbed Tom’s hand form my crotch and began to direct him to our bedroom. Dave followed behind us, stripping his clothes off as he went leaving a trail of hastily removed clothing. Once in the bedroom, Tom began to strip, but I stopped him. I wanted to be the one to take of each article of clothing and expose the body that I had unwittingly helped create all those years ago. As I pulled off his shirt, a nice firm six-pack, a beautifully sculpted adonis belt and solid pecs were revealed. His lithe body reminded me of mine when I was his age. I still had the six-pack, but now there was a lot more fur there, not just the trail of hair that lead down from his belly button into his jeans. Tom reached over to me after I had his shirt removed and slid my tee shirt over my head. He leaned in close to me and put his head on my furry chest and a purr left his lips as he nuzzled into my pecs. We both kicked off our shoes and then at the same time reached for the button and zip of the other’s jeans. I batted Tom’s hand away and told him to wait his turn. As I undid the button and pulled the zip down, a moan came from the doorway where Dave stood naked and jacking his cock. “Stop with the tease, you two, and get naked so we can get to the fucking. I don’t think I can hold off cumming for much longer. This whole Father/Son thing has got me really close.” “Then stop playing with your cock and wait like a good boy” I said with a smile in my voice.

so many good ones on there. i've exhausted my search for vids on there where the guy's condom breaks (normally intentionally :-) ), or the guy goes from rubbered to raw. i find these the hottest