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PART I: SURRENDERING MY SOUL TO A STRANGER I used to trust in God. I followed him, worshipped him, believed he could save me from damnation. But even on my best behavior—even when I was the star of Sunday School—I harbored a deep fascination with anything that flourished in God’s absence. I told myself that I wanted to live in the light of Christian convictions, but spent hours daydreaming about the heat and depravity and chaos of a place like Hell, where God’s light could never be seen again. Somehow, despite everything I’d ever been taught, the idea of Hell—that is, a place of endless darkness characterized by weeping and gnashing of teeth—just didn’t seem like such a bad gig. Think of all those deep shadows, and all the twisted fun you could have under the heavy blanket of neverending night! I finally got a chance to explore the darkest of my daydreams during the summer between high school and college. Just a few months after my 18th birthday, I took a road trip through Southern California, telling my parents that I wanted to see Disneyland and Sea World. My actual plan, however, was to spend a week exploring Palm Springs. I’d read stories about all the twisted goings-on at those clothing-optional resorts, and I needed to see some of it for myself. I still hadn’t told anyone I was gay, I was a virgin, and I was terrified of all the things I didn’t know about gay sex. I had no plans to go hog-wild, but simply wanted to be a quiet observer—maybe even get a first-hand look at the grunting wild-animal communion of male bodies going bump-bump-bump in the night. I’d done enough research to know that the gay resorts in Palm Springs were mostly concentrated along Warm Sands Drive, so that’s where I went first. I parked my car a few blocks away—cautious and discreet as ever—and nervously approached the main cluster of sex clubs. As I made my way along the sidewalk, I heard footsteps just a few feet behind me. Turning around, I found myself in the presence of an unusually tall, powerfully built man—he was just shy of seven feet, and his shoulders were at least twice as wide as mine. And just to be clear: I’m no slouch in the musculature department. I played football and wrestled in high school, and I have a nicely proportioned jockboy frame. Think of me as that dark-haired white boy-next-door, standing six feet tall and weighing 185 pounds, with a well-developed chest, tight abs, and a clearly defined trail of fur leading down past my navel to my uncut cock and heavy, low-hanging balls. But this guy? He was next-level. And even in the darkness, the way he looked at me was flat-out mesmerizing: his eyes glinted in the evening heat, as if his stare could bore right through my skin. “Hey there,” he said as he approached, flashing a slightly fiendish grin. “What’s a cute boy like you doing in this part of town?” “Oh, just checking out the sights,” I said lamely. He was now standing right next to me, or actually towering over me, and I could feel an intense warmth vibrating from his body. He maintained that unearthly stare, and we just stood there in silence for a few moments. Then he took my hand, gently guiding it to his crotch, and used my fingers to trace the full outline of a rock-hard cock that appeared to extend halfway down his thigh. I looked into his eyes again. He was smiling down at me, quietly nodding as I explored the massive girth of his dick. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I have a place not far from here,” he said, the depth and richness of his voice causing my little virgin hole to twitch. “Do you want to follow me there?” I replied with an eager nod. “Good—then open your mouth, boy.” I opened wide, and he spit in my mouth before sinking into a passionate kiss. “I hope you like that spit.” I smiled and nodded, which frankly surprised me—I wouldn’t have imagined that spit could’ve turn me on, but it did. And somehow, just then, my head started tingling and my nipples started quivering and my hole started pulsing with hunger. He leaned down to spit in my mouth again. That caused my head to tingle even more, and I could feel my heart racing like I’d just binged on a gallon of coffee. He cupped my face in his hands, looked intently into my eyes, then nodded with clear satisfaction. “Oh, I can see it in your eyes now. You’re definitely mine,” he said matter-of-factly—and I felt no need to contradict him. Just then, he quietly thrust his fingers down the front of his pants. I glanced down to see the outline of his hand exploring his giant cock-bulge for a moment or two, at last re-emerging to show me his fingers covered and dripping with an impressive layer of thick, white cum. “I leak,” he explained. “I leak constantly. A fucking geyser of precum, all day. Now open your mouth again.” I complied without hesitation, my eyes fluttering as he slowly worked his jizz-covered fingers into my mouth. Moments later, my head experienced a fresh rush of that tingling sensation, even stronger than before. I found myself involuntarily arching my back to expose more of my fuckhole to anyone who might be passing by. And the simple sensation of my T-shirt rubbing against my suddenly ultra-wired nipples made my entire body shiver with the anticipation of sexual discovery—and the promise of sexual corruption. “Call me Abraxas,” he said. “And you are?” “Michael,” I replied. “Ah yes—the archangel,” he said with a vicious smirk. “By the end of the night, I might need to give you a new name.” “Please, sir: do whatever you want.” “You mean that, boy?” His stare had taken on a new intensity, and I found myself feeling weightless, like tumbling in space, all of my energy and attention somehow absorbed by that sharp glint shining from the depths of his eyes. “Yes I do,” I replied without missing a beat, as if that were the only possible answer. “I want you to repeat after me,” he said. “Are you ready?” I gave him a nod, and his voice lowered and flattened as if emerging from the deeper recesses of his massive frame. “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me. And never let me go.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me.” Here I paused as he leaned down to kiss me—but this time, as my tongue explored his mouth, I felt an unusual sharpness along the ridges of his teeth. He withdrew from the kiss, then gently repeated: “And what else, my boy?” “And never let me go. Please, please: never let me go.” He smiled with the slyness of a quiet conqueror. And just then—though I told myself, again and again, that it must have been a trick of the evening light—his eyes took on a subtle red glow, shining like embers, as he placed his arm firmly around my shoulder and showed me the way to his dark sanctuary.

Uncle Jim Alex was a few months shy of his 18th birthday when his parents were killed in an automobile accident. Since his parents were very wealthy Alex was set to inherit everything after he obtained a college degree. In the meantime his only other living relative, his mother's younger bother Jim, was to be executor of his parents estate. Uncle Jim moved into the family home as Alex began to move on with his life. Jim was an 'after thought' and was considerably younger the his sister. At 12 years younger some in the family law firm wondered if the single young man was the right person to manage the vast estate even though he had a law degree from Harvard. Alex was a jock in high school. He wasn't good enough for a college scholarship and in his frame of mind after losing his parents he chose to attend the local community college. This allowed him to hang out with his best friend, Nicholas Richardson (or Nick Dickson as he was called). The two teenagers enjoyed smoking pot a couple times a week. Since Nick's mother always seemed to be around and Alex lived in a large home the two typically got high in the pool house at Alex's home. After a nice joint the two would be totally stoned and extent horny. With the weed in them they typically would jerk off. This interaction led to oral that Alex really enjoyed. Now with Uncle Jim living with him they thought they'd be a more careful since the two had just started living together. There was a small party when Alex turned 18. In the time since Uncle Jim moved in Alex and Nick had smoked pot on several occasions, and the night of his birthday was no different. The two snuck off for a quick smoke. After Nick left Alex went back into the house he was hoping to avoid his uncle. Uncle Jim already knew about Alex's use of pot and knew that he had his nephew in the palm of his hand when he walked into his nephew's room seeing him half baked. Jim had a plan and now was the time to launch it into action. Jim looked at his nephew sitting on the bed and commented that he looked baked. Alex had no where to run and with what Jim knew he was forced to admit his use of pot. Jim's comments put Alex at ease as he leaned that his own uncle like to get high when he asked if he'd like to smoke a joint with his uncle on his 18th birthday. Alex was already high and horny which his uncle already knew. He figured another joint would only fuel the fire. He lit the joint, took a small hit and passed it to his 18 year old nephew. Alex wasn't shy when it came to smoking pot. He never noticed the small hit Uncle Jim and just taken and took large hit followed by another one. Jim joined his nephew on his bed and the two smoked the joint. Alex commented that his uncle's pot seemed much better then his own. What he didn't knew was that Jim's preferred drug of choice wasn't marijuana, although he liked it he preferred Miss Tina. The strange feeling from the pot that Alex was experiencing was from the ample amount of Tina that Uncle Jim had made sure was in the joint they were sharing. Jim could tell by his nephew's eyes that the drugs were digging in and with the right suggestions that he'd have Alex right where he wanted him. Before tonight the conversations the two had were centered on family, the conversation they were currently engaged in was about the high Alex was experiencing. Jim asked Alex if he like the feeling he was getting from what he was smoking. Alex admitted that he really like his uncle's weed as he smoked the last of the joint. Jim had a big grin as he progressed the corruption of his nephew when he hinted to his nephew that ha knew about him and Nick. Uncle Jim's comments he'd Alex a little uncomfortable, but seemed to be open to what was about to be suggested. Alex was asked by his uncle if he'd like to get high, ready high. Alex was hooked before he heard the details. Alex followed his uncle back to his bedroom where everything was already prepared. He told his nephew to get comfortable. Alex was already wearing just some board shorts from the birthday pool party from earlier in the day. Alex sat on the bed and was handed another joint as his uncle slipped into the bathroom. Alex heard the water running as he lit up the Tina laced joint. He took several good tokes on the joint letting mute Tina infiltrated his already smoked hazed brain. Alex was busy with his joint and never noticed the syringes in his hand along with a tourniquet, alcohol wipe and a couple cotton balls. Uncle Jim asked his nephew if he was ready to go higher. Alex smiled at his uncle suggestion. The two had never been really close and Alex never knew why, but he was any to find out why his conservative father didn't really want him around. With Alex intently watching his Uncle Jim fixed a tourniquet on his left bicep and swabbed a prominent vein. His uncle then took a nicely filled point, stuck it in his nephew's vein, drew back a little bit of blood making sure he was in the vein before he pushed the plunger down emptying Alex's first slam into his blood stream. The tourniquet was pulled off as the Tina began to flow through his body Uncle Jim rubbed his nephew's chest as he coughed out hard. Alex was blasted into the stratosphere as he was given a hefty slam as his chest rose and feel with his increased breathing. Uncle Jim reassured Alex what he was experiencing was typical as he did his own slam. As his uncle looked at him as he coughed out after his own slam he began to ruin his nephew's chest and flat 6 pack as he could see the horniness growing I Alex's eyes. As his hand moved across his nephew's body he began to move lower and lower getting closer to what Uncle Jim knew was probably a soft (yet very simulated) teen cock. Alex reached up to touch his uncle's body with his eyes pleading for more. Uncle Jim wasn't going to deny his nephew's growing lust as he pulled his t-shirt off his muscular body allowing Alex to touch his bare skin. As Alex's hand explored his uncle's chest and stomach Uncle Jim began to push his nephew's limits by rubbing his hand over his sensitive cock producing a "gasp" from Alex. After a couple passes Uncle Jim knew Alex was ready to discover himself. With the next 'pass' Uncle Jim pulled the draw string that secured the board shorts Alex was wearing. With the next move Uncle Jim slipped his hand inside his nephew's shorts eliciting another "gasp" from his teenage nephew. Alex seemed to follow his uncle's lead as he did his hand up the leg of the loose cargo shorts his uncle was wearing. Uncle Jim used his free hand to loosen his belt allowing his shorts to drop to the floor revealing his 8"hard cock. Alex needed no guidance as he rose to his knees and positioned himself so that he could stick his uncle's hard and doing cock. Jim worked Alex's board shorts off as his nephew worked his uncle's cock into his throat. Uncle Jim knew his nephew could suck cock, his nephew would soon learn what it was like to be fucked and bred. As Alex sucked his uncle's cock, Uncle Jim lubed up his finger with his own spit, slipped it into some loose shards of Tina before sliding it into his nephew's virgin ass. Alex felt the penetration (along with the sight burn from the meth) as his hole was explored. Alex couldn't hold back add moans escaped from his mouth around his uncle's cock. Uncle Jim knew the added Tina to his nephew's ass would increase his desire to be fucked. He added a second then third finger into Alex's warm fuck tunnel. As Uncle Jim lifted his nephew's head off his cock he withdrew his fingers leaving him feel empty. He knew he'd be asking for his hole to be filled and wouldn't be able to resist being fucked. As predicted Alex looked up at his uncle and asked for him to stick his fingers in his ass again. His uncle shook his head no as he stated drop into his soul and let him know that there was only one thing his uncle would would stick inside his nephew's ass as he stroked his 8"cock. Alex locked his lips as he looked up at his uncle knowing what his uncle meant. His uncle pushed him on his back, crawled up between his legs and began to give his nephew his first rim job. As he began to get his nephew's home wet and hungry he heard him moan and start to beg to be fucked. Uncle Jim had waited for this moment (and deep down Alex did too, or was that the Tina talking for him). It didn't matter which one it was Alex was about to get his chemmed up, neg ass fucked fit the first time. Uncle John moved up and now had his cock pointing to the prize he worked to get. The two naked and high men locked eyes as Uncle John's cock began to slide its way home. It poked through the external ring (as easy as was planned) and was balls deep in no time. I his drug induced haze Alex had no idea what really was going to happen. Since Uncle Jim became the executor of his parent's estate he wanted to share more then part of his family's DNA, he wanted to share his HIV. Uncle Jim stated off show but before Alex could process the implications he was pounding away in his nephew's hole. Within a coupe hours Uncle Jim had deposited a couple good loads inside his nephew in a attempt to make him his son.

I finally started PrEP. It was a great decision for many reasons - I love fucking raw and I especially love taking loads. I am in good health and generally don't have issues with side effects from medications. Plus I work in health care and the company I work for runs a pharmacy, and the company picks up my copays as one of my benefits, so PrEP doesn't cost me anything out of pocket. My doctor told me PrEP would take about a week to be effective, so today I took my seventh dose and I made plans to hook up with a buddy of mine I hadn't seen for a while. Dave is a closeted married guy in his 50s. He's an inch shorter than me at 5'6", with silver hair and brown eyes. He's smooth and muscular with abit of a belly. Not the sort of guy I usually Go for to be honest - I tend to gravitate towards bears/cubs like myself - but Dave is a very sweet guy and very, very enthusiastic about sex, which makes him plenty attractive to me! His wife was away so he asked me to come over to play. We'd fucked a few times but he always insisted on condoms - I'm the only guy he plays with and he knows I fuck with other guys. He picked me up this morning and we drove to his house. While in the car he rubbed my tight almost the whole way over, telling me how much he missed being with me and he couldn't wait to get naked with me. I brought up the fact that I was now on PrEP and that I had been on it long enough to be sure I was protected against HIV. I also told him that since I had to be tested before I could go on it I knew I was negative for any other STDs and hadn't been with anyone else since my testing was done. I told him I would respect it if he still wanted to use condoms, but that we didn't have to if he didn't want to. He couldn't hide the hunger in his eyes as I talked, and I knew we were going to swap loads. We got to Dave's house and immediately went upstairs to his bed - *their* bed, I reminded myself. There's something so hot and naughty to me about having sex with a man in the bed he usually shares with his wife. We stripped to our underwear and Dave pulled out a bag of weed and a pipe. He always liked to take a toke or two before we fucked. I had smoked pot for the first time a month prior and took to it quickly, although I have found it tends to have unpredictable effects on me sexually. He offered me the pipe and I took a deep deep hit. We kissed as the pot coursed through my system. I felt the waves of relaxation roll over me as Dave kissed down my neck, breathing warmly over my ear and firmly massaging my shoulders with his hands. We ground our underwear-clad erections against each other. I felt warm and tingly all over from the pot. Dave was on top of me, worshiping my body with his hands and tongue, licking and sucking my nips, massaging my balls, running his fingers up and down my furry torso. He ripped my boxer briefs off and swallowed my cock in one quick motion. My cock throbbed achingly as he aggressively deep throated me. My hips began to thrust as I fucked his warm wet mouth. He moaned as his own hard cock rubbed against the inside of his white Calvin briefs. It was a beautiful sight - for some reason nothing is hotter to me than a "straight" married dad in white briefs. By this time I was full-on stoned. My mind stopped forming coherent thoughts or words. Every instinct in my body was that I had to fill this man with my load. The heat of the moment and the complete release of my inhibitions had turned me into a voracious top man - a role I don't often play, but I enjoy the heck out of! I pulled Dave's mouth off my cock and pulled him in for a kiss. Gently but firmly I guided him onto all fours, grabbing the lube off the nightstand. My mind wanted desperately to say to him "I'm going to fuck you now," but the words wouldn't form. All that came out of my mouth was a long, low growl as I fingered the silicone into his hole. He was so incredibly tight and warm. He writhed and moaned, and I could sense that his pain at my penetration of him was gradually turning to pleasure as I quickly found the warm, firm lobe of his prostate and massaged it, reaching underneath him with my other hand to tug on his balls. It must be mentioned that Dave has a very thick penis. It's no longer than mine - about 6" - but about as thick as a Red Bull can. He hadn't been able to get it into me before - he doesn't do well fucking in rubbers, and I'm fairly tight, so the last two times he'd tried to fuck me he only succeeded in losing his boner. I had my hand wrapped around his thick shaft now and I felt it throb with each stroke of my finger against his prostate. Finally I couldn't stand to wait any longer. I knelt behind him, my 6" cut cock hard and ready. I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him backward, lining my cock head up with his tight, lubed hole. The head made contact and I felt his warmth. His ass lips parted as I continued to press into him, his velvety fuck chute swallowing inch after inch of my cock. He moaned and said "ohh that's your fucking raw cock in my ass....I've never been fucked raw before....oh my god you feel fucking incredible!" I felt my cock head pop through his inner ring and he grunted in that perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Finally my balls came to rest against his ass as I bottomed out inside him. The pot I'd inhaled had all gotten to my head and I couldn't see, hear or perceive anything else in the world besides the warm body of the sexy man impaled on my cock. The only thought in my mind was to fuck him, to thrust with all my energy and manhood and plant my seed deep inside his ass. I started to fuck in earnest, picking up speed and force as I made his ass mine. Dave moaned louder than I'd ever heard. I grunted and groaned but still couldn't think in coherent words - just enjoying the flashes of colors and bursts of light racing through my brain in its pot-addled state as my body performed like a well oiled fuck machine. I have no idea how long I fucked him - could have been ten minutes, could have been an hour - but I didn't once let up or take a break. Just listened to him moan and sigh and felt his ass tighten around me as he enjoyed the sensation of me using him. Finally I felt the sharp tension of my orgasm building deep inside my pelvis. My balls tightened against me as I bellowed "oh my god Dave I'm gonna cum!!" I felt eight strong pulses as I flooded his guts with my semen. His hole tightened, squeezing every last drop of cum out of my throbbing dick. I collapsed onto his back, and we lay there catching our breath, my cock still held firmly in place by his spasming hole. Gradually I slid out of him and rolled over onto my side. A quick drink of water and before I could even process what was happening I was up on all fours, my face buried in the pillow as Dave sank his tongue deep into my hole. I knew without him saying it - he had taken my load and now he wanted to give me his. And I was in no state to object. I felt one, then two lubed fingers probe my fuckhole and it opened readily. Reaching to the floor, I grabbed the poppers I had brought and took a deep whiff. Since I was still high they were even more effective than usual, and as the euphoria fogged my brain I knew I needed cock, and needed it now. I practically yelled the only thought in my brain - "fuck me Dave...fuck me hard!!!" Dave plunged his thick cock into me, and although his head slipped in fairly easily, the girth of his shaft made it a bit difficult, even in my altered state. My hole spasmed and pushed him out. On the third attempt he got past my tight sphincter and sank into me almost to the balls. The sudden stretch of my hole was almost too much, and I came close to blacking out. As I recovered, I took another hit of poppers and became painfully, blissfully tuned in to every inch of the thick cock inside of me. Pot seems to unlock an ability I have to enjoy sex in an abstract way, and I tuned into this feeling very quickly. I became hyper aware of the feeling of being penetrated by a man, and the pure raw masculine energy of two men fucking and breeding and swapping cum. All that mattered was that he keep thrusting into me and that I keep his cock inside of me until his semen coated the walls of my fuckchute. In that moment, I was incredibly thankful and proud to be a man, and to be gay. Nothing else in the world mattered or even existed to me. Finally he let loose a howl of pleasure and thrust all the way into me, firing off several jets of cum into my guts. The warmth and wetness was so incredibly satisfying I was reduced to a quivering mess. I fell asleep in his arms for an hour or so, before showering and heading home. I've really got to get high before fucking more often.

1. I looked at my watch once more. It read 5:50PM; only ten more minutes of agony. There hadn't been a customer since 3:00PM; my manager had left at 4:30, and I prayed that one would not appear at the last minute. Thirty minutes earlier, I had tempted the customer fates by taking break in the back room; if one would come, it would have been when I had my pants down and my dick hanging out. Luckily, no one had come. I had changed into a jock strap and now the bright red waist band just barely peeked out from above my khakis. Outside, there was a slow drizzle still coming down. I didn't mind. It would make a last minute customer even less likely now, and the bath house would be even more crowded this evening. I looked in my backpack. The two booty bumps I had prepared before work were still there. All I had to do now was draw up some water and let it dissolve, and I'd be flying twenty minutes later. I did the math once more. Five minutes to close up. Five minutes to walk to the bath house. Five minutes to get settled in my room. And then five minutes to find a top to pound my hole. It meant could do the bump right before I locked the front door. Which, in turn, meant it was now finally time to fill it up and let it start dissolving. It only took a second at the stockroom sink to fill the booty syringe; I left it there for the small crystals to dissolve in the water. Back out in the sales room, it felt like an hour passed before 5:58 arrived. However, slowly, endlessly, it did. I sneaked into the back, dropped my khakis to my knees, and slid the thin tube deep in my hole. There was just enough lube left in my hole from cleaning out earlier that it went in easily. I pressed down the plunger and the cold liquid burned for a moment before it settled into a dull ache. It would be a few minutes before the tina soaked in and I savored the anticipation. I put the used booty bump in my bag, next to the one I was saving for midnight. There was also the pipe and torch, but those would be for later. I pulled up my pants back up and returned to the show room. The clock now read six o'clock. I was done and was completely free for the next four days. But my fates had other ideas. Right as I started towards the door, a man appeared from around the corner, and pushed his way into the shop. "Fuckin' A!," he exclaimed. "You're still open. Been a fucking bitch of an afternoon, running from store to store. You still got the new iPhones in stock?" "Yeah," I said. I shifted my weight, feeling those tiny few cc's of liquid shift in my hole. I had only a precious few minutes before it would hit. When it did, I wanted to be at the bathhouse, getting ready for a fat white shaft to slide into my hole. "Well, we were just about to close." The customer was a black man wearing a windbreaker and baggy sweats. I had gotten a lot better over the past few years, but I still hated dealing with them. It was always one problem after another: lost ID; wanting some blinged out phone; failing the credit check; after an hour of dithering, picking the cheapest one. I had never had a good experience with a black man. "But you have them?" I nodded, before I even realized what I was doing. "Good, he said, pulled down the hood from his ratty windbreaker. "Now, don't be a fucking cocksucker, and sell me a phone." I looked him over. He was tallish, maybe 6'1", with a definite muscle build. His head was clean-shaven, a smooth expanse of chocolate-brown skin. As I looked over his fine black body, I remembered my past. Of course, there was still the tattoo, but today, there was also the jockstrap. I had bought it at a leather store in Atlanta and the strap was decorated with Confederate flags. The tina was starting to work its depraved magic, and I found myself wondering how it would look; his fat black cock sliding into my white hole against the background of the racist symbol. It was always the first sign of the crystal kicking in; my imagination got more vivid, more extreme, searching out the taboo and dirty, the profane and depraved. I had never been fucked by a black man before. What I had been taught as a child was hard to overcome, but the tina was changing my outlook. At least I remembered the first rule of customer service. "I'm Mark," I finally said. "Hey, Mark! If you wanna take care of me, sell me the damn phone." I was quickly wrenched back to reality. He had caught me checking him out and I knew it would be the first of many betrayals the booty bump would commit against me. I looked back up at his eyes; they were neither friendly nor angry. They were just resigned. "Yo, Mark, it's cool. A good cocksucker can do things to my tool no girl would ever dream of doing. But first, I gotta get a new phone. Black. 32." "Gotta get it out of the back," I said, trying to focus on his face. I resisted the urge to look down. He was wearing baggy sweats and I knew if I looked down, I'd see the outline of his cock. In my mind, he had a long, fat black shaft. Mine, by comparison, would be nothing more than a tiny white one. "Sure man. You do what you gotta do," he said. "You mind if I smoke a quick one?" I was conflicted. I didn't really want him smoking any more than I wanted him in the shop. But if I made him go outside, it would take another five minutes, and that would be five less minutes getting plowed by an anonymous stranger at the bath house. "I guess," I said as I grabbed the keys. "Sure." In the storage room, I eyed my bag. A freshly loaded pipe was in there, not to mention the other booty bump. A quick hit seemed like just what I needed. I pulled the pipe out, staring at the pool of melted crystal at the bottom. It called to me, but I forced myself to put the pipe back in the case. The last thing I need was to get even higher. I had to remember that the booty bump had barely hit me. I had dosed myself with nearly a quarter and the weekend was only just beginning. I grabbed the box from the shelf, and went back into the show room. Even though I hadn't hit the pipe, I couldn't say the same for my customer. He had a long glass pipe hanging from his lips, and was carefully heating it up with a torch. From the slight haze in the air, it was clearly not his first hit. He looked up at me, and pulled the pipe out of this mouth. He just smiled, then exhaled a thick white cloud. I wondered if he knew it was getting recorded. If he did, he didn't seem to care. "You cool with this?" he asked, his tone letting me he didn't care if I was cool or not. "Needed to blow some clouds." "Sure," I said, putting the box on the counter. He was staring at me, and I was momentarily transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights. I licked my lips, first once, then twice, and a third time. He laughed. "Damn man. Your eyes are wide. Your head already up in these clouds?" "Yeah," I said. I was no longer stunned into silence, and was able to speak again. "Booty bump." "Well, damn man, I gotta catch up. But first, you gotta get that phone up and running man." "Yeah," I said. "Name? And your number?" "TJ. TJ Wiliams," he said and gave me his number. I quickly typed it in, as he savored another long slow drag off the pipe. I scanned in the phone, and waited for the activation sequence to finish. TJ did another two hits before offering me the pipe. "I know you're already tweaked," he said. "But a little more never hurt no one." I took the pipe. It was still warm and smoking and I inhaled deeply. The thick clouds filled my lungs, lifting me up and away from my mundane concerns. TJ was hardly a delay; he might even be the main event for the night. Unfortunately, right as I was exhaling, an error message came up on the screen. It was one I was far too familiar with; I was going to have to call the tech support line and get some stupid block cleared from his account. I had the number burned into muscle memory; it wasn't long before I had someone on the line. I tried to explain the situation, watching out of the corner of my eye as TJ hit the pipe a few more times. His hand had dropped to his crotch, and through the thin fabric, he was playing with his cock. Finally, the representative said he needed to talk with TJ. "He needs to talk to you," I said, handing him the phone. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but a motion pulled my gaze down. The outline of his cock was clearly visible. It was a massive, thick rod already straining against the fabric of his sweats. "Yeah?" TJ said. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello?" He frowned. "Fuck that shit," he said, the anger palpable. "If they are going to put me on fucking hold, you're going to keep me happy." He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. "Suck my dick, faggot," he said. I hesitated, suddenly aware of the large glass windows facing the street. "Oh come on. I've seen how you've been drooling over it. You know you want it." With his free hand, he pushed me down to my knees, my face exactly level with his dick. I stared at the black snake for a moment, not quite believing where I had ended up. He wanted me to suck on it, to debase myself at the altar of his black cock. Involuntarily, I wondered what my father would say if he were still alive. It would have been bad enough that I was gay. It would be unforgivable that I was kneeling down in front of a black man and even contemplating sucking on his massive tool. "Come on cocksucker. You know you want it," he said, before pulling me forward onto his cock. By animal reflex, I opened my mouth, letting the black cockhead slide into me. So many years of my life had been spent teaching me how everything I was doing was wrong. Between the twin sins of sucking dick and hanging out with a black guy, it was hard to tell which was worse. But the combination of letting his warm cockhead slide into my mouth was a sin my father would have never been able to forgive me for. Nevertheless, I let it happen. This evening, it seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed like the absolute least thing I could do to improve this man's experience. As I nursed on his dickhead, I heard snippets of conversation. "Yeah," he said. "715 Oak St. Unit 5," followed shortly after by "5102." He listened a while longer, then finally said, "Thanks, yeah." and put the phone down on the counter. "Fuckholes," he said. "But it should be ok now." I looked up at him, his dick still nestled in my mouth. "One good thing, had you kept that up, I might have shot right down your throat." He picked up his new phone from the counter. "But now I can use your throat properly while we wait for my phone to sync." I nodded dumbly. I was still kneeling before this black thug, hungry for cock. "Take off your shirt, faggot." I didn't want to take it off, not for him. I had no idea how he was going to react; the tattoo was far worse than the jock strap. I was saving up, slowly, to get it removed, but for now, it was the reminder every morning and every evening of my youth, and the stupid choices we all make. It was simple, but powerful. A black eagle, holding a red Nazi swastika on my left pectoral. It had the unfortunate characteristic that the more I worked out, the more obvious it was. "Go on, cocksucker, take it off. Don't get all shy with me; you've had my cock in your mouth." I slowly pull it off, hunching over slightly, hoping against hope he doesn't notice it. But it was to no avail. "What's that faggot?" he asked as he pushed me back. "Fucking skinhead asshole, huh?" he laughed. "But yet, you gobbled down my big black cock, didn't you?" I nodded dumbly, trying to keep my balance as I leaned back, trying to stay out of range of his fist. He looked me over, and then started to laugh even harder. I dared to look down, and I saw the waist band of my jock strap clearly visible, the red flags almost glowing against my tan skin. "Fuck cocksucker. Just one racist asshole symbol after another, huh?" I try to protest but he slaps me. "Don't matter. I'll just take out a bit of insurance." He took the phone and swiped a few times. "Let's just get a few pictures of that sweet white mouth choking on my nigga dick." He smiled, as he spoke. "Just something to share with your manager. Maybe your white power facebook buddies as well." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock, forcing it into my throat. Before I can react, he got a picture of my mouth wide open, his cock sliding in. Then he took another, one of me staring at him. Then a third, this one of me gagging as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. Finally, a fourth one, drool dripping out around my mouth and my lips tight on the anonymous and massive black cock. By the time I had recovered from my gagging and coughing, I knew it was too late. The pictures had been synced to the cloud, and no matter what I could do, he'd always have access to them. "A better attitude on your part and these pictures will be our little secret. Any bit of racist white shit, and it's gonna be all over the internet. You got that white boy?" I nodded, acutely aware I had no option but to comply, however hard it was going to be for me. I took another look at him, taking time to see him anew: his massive chest, taut abs, and then his thick cock. It may have been the tina finally hitting me, but I realized it was the most beautiful, most perfect cock I had ever seen. It was thick, almost too thick to wrap my hand around. It was long, like a foot-long ruler hanging out from his groin. It was hard, hanging down under the influence of gravity. It was the porn-star epitome of cock, requiring my obedience of its every desire, and my worship of every inch of it. A little thing, like a poor racist whiteboy gagging was a thing of utter inconsequential pointlessness compared to the pleasure his ebony shaft demanded. I opened up my mouth, and swallowed it again. Once more, I started to gag again when it hit the back of my throat. It was no easier physically. If anything, his cock was thicker and harder, making it more difficult to take into my mouth. But mentally and emotionally, it was an entirely different world. I was no longer choking down on a black thugs cock, a man beneath me in every way. I was now worshipping the most perfect dick in the world and giving my ebony God pleasure. With his guttural moans of pleasure, forceful thrusts of his hips and the salutary effects of the tina, I powered through the urge to gag and let his steel shaft enter my throat and dominate my experience. "That's it cocksucker. Gobble it up." Another spasm of gagging racked my body but I forced myself to stay on TJ's cock. "Come on, Mark," he continued, resting his hand on the back of my head. There was only the slightest bit of force from him, but it was enough to let me know I had to stay on my knees and take his cock. As the spasm slowly subsided, I got more comfortable with his cock sliding in and out of my throat. "Damn," he said. "I guess anyone on the street can see us, huh?" I nodded as best I could while impaled on his black shaft. "Probably should be doing this somewhere a little more, private, maybe?" he asked. "I mean, you do work here." I nodded again, my mouth and throat still filled with his cock. "You have anywhere more private?" Once more, I nodded. This time, at least, he pulled out enough for me to say something. "Stock room," I said as best I could. "Sounds good," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, the fat head now glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. It took me a second to recognize that it was my spit shiny on the black shaft, and that the majority of his pre-cum had dripped down my throat and into my stomach. I was already contaminated with the black man's pre-cum and it would only be a short while before he added his sperm to my body. "You go ahead and close up shop. I'll be back in the stockroom, waiting. Then we can finish this, um, transaction." Still on my knees but made brave by the crystal now coursing through my blood and invading my brain, I decided to make a different suggestion. "Well, I was going to go to the bath house after this. Do you want to come with me?" He smiled for a moment, torturing me with the silence. "Maybe," he said. I had barely processed his statement before the tina made another statement. However, it needed to use my mouth, my body to make it. "I'll pay for your entrance," I said. "Bath house," he said. "You mean, like a sex club?" "Yeah," I said. "Exactly." I was still on my knees, still right on level with his thick, hard cock. It was gently bobbing in time with each breath he took, and I thought I could see it throb with his every heart beat. I was fascinated by his black manhood. I had seen pictures online, but never seen a black cock so up close and personal. It was scary, almost evil, but at the same time, I was fascinated. As hard as it was to reconcile with my past, I was in awe of it. I needed to understand it, and the only way I knew how involved a night at the bath house. "Damn. So you're gonna get fucked there? Suck off random guys? "Yeah," I said, terrified, but knowing that it was the truth. And it was a truth I would have to confront at some point, no matter how hard I tried to repress it. "Fuck, faggot. Gonna get all loaded up, huh?" I nodded, not really wanting to acknowledge what he said out loud. But it was true. My plan had always been to get tweaked, head to the bath house, and see how many loads I could collect over the next twelve hours. Only now, at least one of those loads would come from a black man. I was momentarily repulsed at the thought, something so patently inferior and bad entering my body. But then I looked up and saw TJ looking down at me, a slight grin playing across his face. I would do anything to make him happy, no matter how debased it might be. "That I can get into," he said. "You lead the way." He pulled up his sweats, pushing his cock into them. It was still straining against the fabric and still plainly visible. I went into the back room, grabbed my bag, the empty booty bump syringe, and my jacket, turning out the lights and arming the alarm as I came back out. TJ was playing with his new phone, and looked up at me. "And don't worry. I've more than enough of this to keep us going all night," he said, shaking a fat bag of white crystals. I didn't tell him I had just as much in my bag. I turned out the lights, and locked the door behind us. The night was cool, the light rain still continuing. "Where we going?" he asked. "I took a bus, so hope it's close." "Yeah," I said. "Just down the street, actually." "Sweet," he said. We walked in silence. I wasn't sure what to say. All I could think about was how his cock had felt in my throat, and how badly I wanted his black meat in my hole. But that barely seemed appropriate out on the public street, even if it was relatively quiet and growing dark. Luckily, TJ rescued me. "You go here often?" I had been there every weekend for the past few months. I had long ago lost track of how many men I had let inside me or how many loads I had taken. But I wasn't ready to tell TJ about this side of me; he already knew more than I wanted. "Yeah," I said. "It comes and it goes." "And there's just sex going on? Anywhere?" "Well, there are private rooms. But sometimes in the halls or the dark corners." "Damn. Full-on sex?" "Yeah," I say. "Fuck man. And I've been jerking off all this time?" He laughed, right about the time we get to the door. It's a nondescript industrial building. The entrance is the only thing well-lit, a plain door that only reads "Private Club." I opened the door, and TJ walked in. I followed him and went up to the desk. I recognize the guy behind it; it's Dennis. More than once he has ended up in my room on his break, hitting the pipe, then hitting my ass hard. For a skinny guy, he has got a big cock, and he knows how use it. He smiled when he saw me. "Mark," he said. "Good to see you." He looked behind the desk and checked what rooms were free. Before I could say anything, he put a key on the counter. "Looks like we have an upgrade for you tonight," he said. "He with you?" Dennis continued, indicating TJ behind me. "Yeah," I said. "I'll get his locker." I pull out my membership and put it on the counter. "ID?" Dennis asked TJ. He pulled a wallet out of his jacket, and put his license down on the counter. "First time here?" Dennis asked TJ. "Yeah," TJ said. "I know you'll have fun," Dennis said and rang us up. I pulled out my wallet and opened it up to get some cash. TJ was standing behind me and was tall enough to see over my shoulder. As I counted out three twenties, TJ let out a low whistle of appreciation. I had gotten enough cash to cover the bath house as well as several rounds of re-stocking on favors. It made for a thick wallet. "All done," Dennis said, and buzzed the two of us in. He met us inside, holding a few towels and the keys to the room. "Gotta check your bags," he said. "What?" I asked. Reluctantly, I put my bag on the counter. If I had known, I would have taken precautions to hide the favors. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Boss wants me to make sure we keep our reputation." I repressed the urge to laugh. Of the several sex clubs in town, this one had the reputation for being the sleaziest. It was why I went. Dennis opened my bag, and started to look through it. At least I had already done one booty bump. It wouldn't be enough, but it would be better than nothing. "Hmmm," he said, digging through the bag. "I think you should know better." From the bottom, he pulled out two forgotten condoms, no doubt the relic of some ancient, mis-guided attempt at safer sex outreach. He tossed them into the garbage, before zipping my bag back up. "Yours?" he said, turning to TJ. "I'm not sure about this," TJ says. He's holding his bag a bit protectively. "Don't stress," I said. "It's just a formality." "I guess," he said, and put the backpack on the counter. Dennis unzipped it, barely looked in it, and zipped it back up. Dennis reached under the counter and pulled out a plain white envelope. He handed it to TJ with his bag. "First time. Welcome. I doubt you'll need it, but here's something to make it extra memorable." He winked at me before handing me the towels and keys. "342," he said. "I'll find you on my break?" "Sounds good." TJ and I started up the stairs. It was a Friday evening, so it was already fairly busy. TJ was staring in open wonder at the range of men walking around with nothing more than a towel. I was staring as well, looking forward to the rest of the evening.

Uncle Jim Alex was a budding drug user that was will initiated to meth use by being thrown in the deep end with generous slams. That first night Alex was well fucked that first night and he loved every second, inch and cc of what he got that night. Sure it was most likely the drugs, but Alex was already experimenting with pot, the leap to crystal was easy for Uncle Jim to get him to make. Alex was receptive to the drugs, what he wasn't aware of was the fact that Uncle Jim was HIV positive and the points his uncle used to slam him with were needles that his uncle had used before to slam himself. Uncle Jim wasn't taking any chances, Alex was going to be his HIV son. Alex crashed for the next couple of days after his first night partying. It didn't take long before Alex began to feel 'under the weather'. Uncle Jim cared for his nephew as he kept Alex in bed although he wanted to see his friend Nick. He had learned a lot from his uncle and wanted to share his good friend. While Alex was recovering from the fuck flu, unaware that he was becoming toxic himself, he asked his uncle to teach him how to slam himself. Uncle Jim let his nephew know hat there are several ways to do Tina and he will teach him every way as long as he could join him when he got Nick high. Uncle Jim had a plan and Alex was interested. A couple days after Alex was feeling better he invited Nick over to smoke some primo weed. Right before Nick arrived he took a couple bite pills his uncle gave him that would help him get (and stay) hard. They lit up the joint with Alex urging Nick to take large hits as he took small hits. This gave Nick more of the joint that had an ample supply of Tina. As the two got high, Nick higher than Alex, Alex had his moment to ask how Nick was enjoying the pot. Nick was loving the pot as he smoked the last of the joint. Alex moved in so that he could make his move I his friend. Nick was receptive to his friend's advancements. When Alex put his mouth on his friend's 6 1/2" cock hit gave him access to Nick's virgin ass. Alex knew what he had to do to get his friend higher and more receptive to the advancements he was making. This distraction made it easy for Alex to slip a couple small shards into Nick's hole. Nick felt the sight burn As Alex played with his hole. Despite the burn Nick was feeling he was starting to enjoy the attention his ass was getting. This allowed Alex to slip more of his finger (and more Tina) further into his hungry hole. While the drugs and stimulation were working his mind Alex moved on to the next step in the plan, planting the seed to get higher. Nick was very open to going hover just as Alex had done the night of his birthday. A little more Tina in his hole and Alex's suction in his cock had Nick practically begging to go higher. Uncle Jim had a plan Alex didn't know about which was to use a point that he used in when he taught Alex how to slam a couple days before knowing that this dirty point would bring Nick into their new family. The points were already prepared when Alex pulled them out from where he had them stashed along with a tourniquet. Nick watched with fascination as Alex fixed the rubber tourniquet on his left, muscular bicep. Without saying a word he used an alcohol prep on a prominent vein and quickly stuck the point in before Nick could say anything. There was the brief flash of blood before the large slam was emptied. When the tourniquet was pulled off Nick felt the drug move up his arm and into his chest causing him to cough as he rode his first rush. Nick never noticed that his 7" hard on had disappeared as Uncle Jim appeared and stated to rim Nick's hungry hole. This gave Alex an opportunity to give Nick his cock to suck as he prepared his own slam. Nick want and to watch as Alex administered his own slam. He fixed his tourniquet, swabbed a his vein then did his point home. With Uncle Jim's teaching, Alex made that this slam a lot milder compared to the his first slam and the one Nick had just received. Alex coughed out as he began to ride his own rush while Uncle Jim prepared Nick's hole fit Alex to fuck. Alex and Uncle Jim traded places allowing Alex to position his death stick at Nick's neg hole. Alex paused a moment as he began to reflect on the consequences of what he was wait to do, fuck a poz load inside his hunk of a friend. The thought of knocking his friend up just as his uncle had done to him. A reflected on the news when his uncle told him that he had pozzed his ass. This actually brought Alex and his Uncle Jim close. Alex fucked his friend with a passion and dropped a good size load into his friend. After he had drained his cock Uncle Jim took his place ass fucked Alex's toxic sperm deeper into Nick's formerly virgin (and soon to be poz) ass. They all had more slams as the afternoon progressed into night into the next day. Nick had been away from home longer than he had planned. This caused his parents to worry. When he finally returned home his parents wanted to ground the 19 year old. Nick wouldn't hear any of what his parents were telling him. He had been pondering this moment ever sine he admitted to himself at the age of 10 that he was gay. He went to his room, packed his things, went to his parents and told then he was gay and walked out the door.

I was putting my day off to good use, sprawled out by the pool of my apartment complex on a hot afternoon. I’d just climbed out of the water a few moments earlier and settled into some sunbathing when I heard voices approaching. At first I was annoyed that I no longer had the (rather small) pool area to myself, but very quickly changed my mind when I saw who’d arrived: a pair of young twinks who I hadn’t seen around the building before. One was tall and slim, with short blond hair, and the other was a much shorter, slightly more built guy who I couldn’t quite pin down — maybe a Latin-Asian mix? I felt more than slightly pervy doing the old “my sunglasses are on so you can’t tell where my eyes are” maneuver, checking them out as they pulled off their shirts and threw their belongings down. I can’t lie, at first I wondered if they were even legal — they didn’t look SO young, but you can be fooled — though I eventually realized that the shirts and hats they’d shed had UCLA logos on them. Between the voyeurism and the “are they legal?” question I was creeping myself out a bit, so I resolved to show some self-control, stop staring, and get back to relaxing. After a few minutes I’d clearly zoned out pretty good, because I was shaken awake by a sudden voice: “Hey, man — you using this?” It was the blond one; they’d climbed out of the pool and were both standing there, dripping, asking about the chair next to me. “No no, go right ahead,” I said. “Just me today.” “The sign says you should never use the pool alone,” he replied, smirking, pointing to the huge list of rules and regulations posted on the wall right next to me. I smiled. “My boyfriend’s out of town this week, alas. And he hates swimming anyway. I pretty much only ever get to use the pool when he’s not here.” “His loss,” said the other one, pulling the chair into place (and giving me an impressive look at his bent-over bubble ass as he did so). Deliberate? Maybe. I’d pegged these kids as just two straight friends at first, but figured I’d throw the boyfriend thing out there to see if they picked up on it. And I was starting to think they had. “Sorry it took me a sec to realize you were talking to me, by the way,” I continued. “I, uh, can’t lie, I’m a little stoned.” “Nice!” said the blond guy. “Dude, swimming stoned is the best. So fucking relaxing.” “I’ve never done it,” said his friend. “The next time I get weed we’re hanging out here all day.” Opportunities don’t come much bigger than that. “Actually,” I said, “I don’t mind sharing if you guys are cool. The bong’s already packed upstairs.” “Seriously? Yes please, damn. You don’t mind?” The blond guy was already sitting up in his chair. “Oh I’ve got plenty,” I said. “And, uh, I’m reasonably sure you’re not cops.” “No, no we are not,” he replied, with a huge, goofy grin. “Definitely not.” We collected our stuff and headed to my apartment, just a few doors down from the pool. Inside it was cool and dark, and I realized just how much I’d been sweating in the sun. I switched on the A/C as they entered behind me. The Latin guy laughed. “Yeah, you’ve been smoking in here, man. Smells amazing.” “Ha. I’ll have to air it out before the BF gets back. Bong and lighter are on the table, help yourselves, guys. I’m gonna be in the bathroom real quick.” The blond guy wasted no time taking a huge pull as I walked out of the room for a moment. In the bathroom, I adjusted the growing boner that was developing in my suit — I still wasn’t COMPLETELY sure this was going where I thought it might, so I didn’t want to freak them out. I figured my next move would be to offer them drinks to take down to the pool when they headed back, which would at least keep them in my apartment for a couple more minutes of flirting. I flushed the toilet to sound natural and headed out into the living room — —and caught the two of them on my couch with their tongues down each other’s throats, and the blond guy tweaking the stiff nipples of his smaller, built friend, who had a very clear boner tenting the front of his swim shorts. “Oh, shit,” said the blond kid, pulling back suddenly. “Sorry. That was weird.” “Sorry,” said his friend. “I, uh, I get horny really quick when I smoke.” “Don’t fucking stop on my account,” I said, grabbing the bong and taking a hit myself. They both smirked and turned back to each other; this time, the blond kid grabbed his friend’s crotch and started squeezing his hard cock through the fabric. I settled in next to them and started flicking his nipples just the way he apparently liked it. He moaned and immediately grabbed my face to pull me into a wet, sloppy kiss, with a lot of tongue. He was not kidding; weed made him insanely horny. The blond kid grabbed his friend’s shorts and pulled them down, freeing a thick, uncut brown cock with foreskin completely over the head, even though it was rock hard. Damn. As he climbed off the couch and got between his friend’s legs, I could see his own shorts pushing out in the front. He flipped down his waistband and hauled out a long, slightly up-curved cut cock with a bright red, pointed head. He swooped in and stuck his tongue into his friend’s foreskin, swooshing it around as he took firm hold of the base of that thick cock. His friend moaned into my mouth, and dropped his own hand onto my crotch, squeezing my own dick, which was trapped against one of my legs. “Oh fuck,” he said. “You’re hung, man.” I smiled. “Eight and thick,” I replied. Without missing a beat, the blond kneeling on the floor reached over and gave me a squeeze himself, then started pulling at my shorts. I let him take them down and my own throbbing, cut cock bounced back and slapped my stomach. The Latin guy groaned and spat in his hand, slicking me up and working me over, as his friend stopped tonguing the head of his boner and instead swallowed the whole thing, to the root, spit sliding down the shaft and pooling in his friend’s trimmed pubes. I enjoyed the show — and the handjob — as the two of them locked eyes, that thick Latin cock sliding in and out of the blond’s sucking mouth. He was beating his own meat pretty furiously. “We should definitely be going into the bedroom,” I said, standing up. They agreed. As we walked in, I headed to the nightstand and pulled out poppers, condoms (fished them out of the back of the drawer, since the BF and I don’t use them), and lube, the responsibility of any good host. The Latin immediately flopped on his back onto the bed, and the blond knelt up by his face, slapping his cock across his lips. Greedily, his friend sucked on the head, gradually working his way further down the shaft. I wanted my own turn sucking that uncut dick, and wasted no time getting between his thick brown thighs. He spread them wide and pushed his cock up into my mouth. It tasted amazing — still a slight funk under the foreskin, but nothing nasty, just enough to make it delicious. And he was a precummer, too — when I pulled back for a moment and squeezed his cock, a thick white drop pushed its way out and spread onto his knob, the foreskin quickly smearing it across the head. I pushed my tongue into his slit and dug out as much as I could. Meanwhile, the blond had found the poppers, and was alternating between taking hits and feeding them to his friend. Eventually they got around to offering them to me, and after a few good snorts I could feel my whole body warming up. The only thing I like quite as much as fucking on poppers is eating ass on poppers — and since this Latin kid was clearly relaxed and game for anything, I grabbed his thighs and pushed them up to expose his hole. It was incredible — brown and twitching, with a thick line of hair running down his taint and framing it on both sides, but completely hairless ass cheeks. I immediately spat onto his hole and dove in, hearing him moan around the long white cock in his mouth. His ass tasted even better than his cock — like chlorine, from the pool, but also sweaty from the sun. I dug as deep into his hole as I could, spitting fresh lube onto his hole as I went, as I looked up to watch the blond’s dick disappearing into his mouth, with wet slurping sounds. He was a serious cocksucker. Each time the blond bottomed out in his friend’s throat, his body spasmed, and his hole bit down on my tongue. Good fucking god, was this ever hot. A little overwhelmed and breathless from keeping my nose pressed into his ass, I pulled back and let the Latin’s legs down. He immediately got up and rolled over, getting on his hands and knees as he took my cock in his mouth and pushed his ass towards his friend, who quickly dove in to eat some hole himself. He didn’t spend long, though — after a few quick plunges of his tongue, and a huge wad of spit hocked onto the hole, the blond took up position, and sank his entire seven-inch cock in, spit-lubed, raw. Well, shit. This was officially the hottest fuck in the world. The Latin moaned long and low, and fumbled for the poppers, taking a huge hit to prepare himself for a pounding. It wasn’t long in coming — after a few slow, deep thrusts, letting that ass get used to him, the blond dropped another wad of spit onto the spot where that hole was swallowing his dick, and began to take longer strokes, building up to a steady rhythm as his hands dug into his friend’s hips. Meanwhile, the Latin grabbed my rock-hard cock and took it down his throat. He was truly spitroasted. I leaned over his body and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart to watch the insanely hot action as his friend barebacked his perfect hole. Eventually, I couldn’t help myself — I got in there and stuck my tongue in, lubing up that young cock. I straightened up and locked eyes with the blond, who was flushed red and sweating. He smiled. “I’m not gonna last long, man,” he grunted. Before I could even speak came the response from below — “Shoot in me,” groaned the Latin, dropping my cock from his mouth. “Give me that huge fucking load.” That was all the trigger he needed — he began to pound wildly into his friend’s ass, the sound of cheek slapping on thigh becoming sharp and loud. A low moan escaped his throat and built into a howl as he thrust in as deep as he could, pushing the Latin’s face into my crotch, and began to shudder, pumping cum all the way down into that hot, sucking hole. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” panted the Latin. “I can feel it. Fuck.” The blond gasped and exhaled, shaking one last time as he began to withdraw from that soaked hole. There was a wet splattering sound as the head of his cock popped out, along with a quick puff of air from the jackhammer thrusting he’d been laying down. His lean, wiry body was bright red and shiny with sweat. He stepped off the bed and stood admiring his handiwork, breathing heavily. I was in pig heaven, and had to know what that hole tasted like. I spun the Latin around to point his ass toward me; he flopped back onto his back, and took up the position I’d eaten him out in before. Now his dark brown hole was slick with spit, and just the tiniest white froth of cum around its rim; I licked it eagerly and pushed in as deep as I could. I could taste the salt, but was disappointed not to find any actual jizz; the blond had pumped his load too deep. “Fuck, man,” said the blond, appreciating the sight of my face buried in that well-fucked hole. “That’s hot.” The Latin was back on the poppers, and handed them down to me, locking his knees behind his elbows and crunching up his abs. His cock, which he had not touched throughout that merciless fuck, was rock-hard and wet at the tip. “Fuck me,” he said. “Get in that wet fucking hole.” Between the poppers and his encouragement, I nearly passed out. I pressed the head of my cock against that cunt and pushed right in — no further lube required. That was a damn good sign. His eyes rolled back, the poppers taking hold. I knew he could take it now — so I gave it to him. My cock is thick and long, and I pounded it in and out, letting the head pop free every few strokes and fucking the whole length back into him. His hole felt like hot silk. Soon, my long strokes began to have the exact effect I was hoping for — they pulled that “huge fucking load” the blond had shot up out of the depths of his ass, white froth beginning to collect at the base of my dick and around his grasping pucker. The wet, slapping sounds became truly incredible, and a dark spot started to form on the sheets. I pulled out one more time and studied the hole — jackpot. A thick, milky stream of cum trickled out of the hole and down his back. I licked it up, spat it onto my cock, and pushed back in. “FUCK yes,” he barked. “That’s fucking nasty.” “You like getting bred, huh?” I asked. “I fucking love it,” he growled, his eyes lighting up. “I can’t fucking get enough. I was the dorm cumhole all last year. I moved over here because FUCK—“ I bottomed out in him “—I need some cock from real men, too.” “You live in the building now? Fuck, I’m gonna want this hole again,” I said. “Anytime you want, man. Bring your friends.” That was too much. This kid was maybe twenty, and was begging for multiple loads in his hole. And the promise of seeding this ass again? “I’m gonna breed this hole so fucking deep,” I said. “Seed my ass man.” He hit the poppers. “Fucking flood it.” I pulled the bottle out of his fist and paused to take a deep hit, saving myself from going over the edge, but staying right on it. I wanted this to be the most intense orgasm I could possibly manage. As that warmth washed over me, I looked down at the kid’s hole. It was soaked with a thin, clear layer of jizz, and my pubes were wet and matted down. That was it. I slammed in deep and moaned as a burning hot load shot out of my cock. “Shiiiiit,” he said. “You’re fucking pulsing.” I was. The base of my cock was jumping as I fired seven or eight huge bursts of cum into his ass, then a dozen smaller drops as it continued to throb. Sweat dripped off my brow onto the boy’s face. He looked up and pulled me into another of those wet, sloppy make-outs as my softening cock flopped out of his ass. I looked up — shit, I’d forgotten about his friend. He’d left the room to get the bong, and was now back, beating his once-again hard cock. As I flopped onto my side on the bed, the Latin obediently swung around, still on his back, turning ninety degrees and hanging his ass off the edge of the mattress and dropping his face onto my leg, next to my dick. The blond was clearly on the edge, and was furiously whipping his cock around in a death grip. Positioning that pointed head an inch away from his friend’s hole, he gasped and shot hard, a thick, forceful jet of cum hitting the exact bullseye center of that well-fucked ass. He immediately pushed in and buried the rest of the cum as deep as he could, that thick first shot sliding up along his shaft as he fucked away. As the blond smeared his second load around that hole, the Latin finally took hold of his own dick and, with just a few seconds of intense, furious jacking, sprayed an enormous, splattering volley of cum across his torso, catching his face and my stomach in the crossfire. The blond grabbed his phone and took a victory snap of his friend’s sloppy hole. I admit I was jealous I didn’t think to do the same. Finally, the Latin relaxed, his tight muscles unclenching as he let down his legs and arms. He laughed and smiled. “Well,” he said, breathlessly. “That was fucking awesome.” “I… yeah.” I didn’t have any words for a response. So I didn’t bother. I thought perhaps they’d both relax for a moment — but the Latin scooted off the bed, knelt in front of the blond, sucked the last few drops off the tip of his cock, and then grabbed his swim shorts. “What’re the odds we can get back to the pool before I totally soak the ass of these, huh?” He wondered aloud. “Not great,” I said. “Look.” The blond laughed. “He’s right man, fuck. There’s already a huge spot right between your cheeks.” The Latin smiled. “Well, if I’m lucky, there’s another slut half as hot as you in this building who’ll see it,” he said, winking in my direction. “So, uh, yeah, thanks for the weed man,” said the blond, tucking his own cock back into his swimsuit. “That was… fucking hot.” “Any fucking time, seriously,” I said. “You’re here in the building now, so—“ “Oh I’ll find you,” said the Latin guy. “Believe it.” The blond slapped his friend’s ass and smiled, and they headed for the door. “See you soon,” they said, flip-flops snapping on the concrete outside as they returned to the pool to wash off an incredible fuck. I grabbed my phone to text my partner. “You are never gonna believe what’s moved in here. Save your loads until you get back.”

Andre, Eugenes black daddy was away in Japan on a business trip til Friday but invited Eugene to stay at his ranch with Kai til he retuned. He also offered access to his playroom dungeon and his drugs for Eugene's playtime with Kai... It was at Eugene's glassed communal shower with special set up that Eugene and Kai finished cleaning and walked out with a hard on. Eugene was surprised to see Kai get on his knees and hungrily swallowed his cock down the throat to his balls as soon as they walked out of shower. As Kai serviced his cock, Eugene started to tease Kai's ass with finger fucking. He even slapped the ass hard and watched the hand printed mounds of Asian cheeks bounced in his hand. Eugene guided Kai back into the glass room and fucked the hole with an enema hose and slapped him hard to make him release the water in front of him over the huge drain hole in the middle of the room. When Kai was clean even deep inside, Eugene led him to the poolside naked and under the sun, he pushed a rock into Kai's hole. "Ouch it's burning". Kai took pulled out Eugenes cock from his mouth to say that but with a firm push he resumed deep throat service of the cock. Eugene sat back and started hitting the pipe and fed it to Kai's lips as well. Kai was such a good submissive Japanese boy and obeyed his older bro, Eugene with very little resisting and hints of reluctance. As the drugs kicked in, Kai's eyes were wide opened and filled with lust and hunger. "Please fuck me, Eugene. Make love to me." Eugene lifted Kai and placed him over his cock just watched as the Japanese boy started to lower himself on his cock. As soon as the head popped in, the boy let out a long sigh of relief from his cock hunger in his boy pussy and he was about to plunge down all the way when Eugene held him up. Eugene flexed his cock while he faced Kai. "Kai, we don't have condom on. We have to stop." "But... I love...... You my love....." Kai was way too high and in love of my cock to think clearly. "are you sure you want this? " "Yes please love me Eugene." He tried to sit all the way down. Eugene loved teasing his boy til he saw Kai begging with almost tears. Eugene finally released his hold on Kai's bottoms and Kai fell back on his cock to the base of it. Kai's drugged hole loved the plunge and he was bucking wild on the cock bouncing in and out the whole 8". Whenever he pulled out too much and the cock popped out, his hole stayed gaping open and he plunged back on it to the balls. He rode for almost an hour before his legs gave in and he rested his head on Eugenes chest and locked his legs on the sides. Kai started to gyrate his ass, making the cock shaft tightly rub all around the inner walls of his boy pussy. Kai's penis stayed hard the whole time and when Eugene sucked on Kai's little but erect nipples, he shot loads between the bodies. Eugene felt the boys hole spasm inc on his cock and dumped his loads in Kai but Eugene stayed hard after the cumming and kept his hard cock inside the hole. Eugene lifted the boy in his arms and walked to inside. He was pacing and fucking in the living room with the little Japanese boy in his arms when the door bell rang. Eugene went to the door and unlocked it without looking and walked away still fucking Kai in his arms. A young man about Kai's age walked in and he started to take his clothes off as he walked over towards them. Eugene paused and let Kai's already occupied boy pussy be felt around with fingers that pushed more drugs into the hole. Then the young boy stood up and pushed the head of his slim long cock along the other cock at the young Japanese boys hole. For a while only sound heard was the Japanese gasping and moaning as the cock pushed at his tight hole and gradually the hole stretched even further and slowly the cock travelled into the boy til two balls met at the Japanese hole. Eugene saw the other young man wrapping his fingers around thin Japanese boys neck and choke him a bit while whispering dirty words in his ear. Kai started to cum again. Kai's penis stayed hard from the pressure of two cocks in him and leaked out clear liquids as he got brutally fucked by two young white cocks. Eugene noticed that Kai's body was loving it even more when he was choked or slapped hard. "You fucking slut.. You love to be used and abused...?" Eugene was answered by Kai with his stories of rapes from his tutors in Japan. "They hurt me and used me. And yet I came more than once all the time and it was embarrassing." Eugene and the other young man looked at each other and smiled. "It's ok, slut. You were made to be used by men for their cock. That's all" They whispered in the ears as they tightened the hold on the throat and slapped hard few times as they held deep inside the Japanese hole. Few minutes later they simultaneously started to piss in the hole feeling each other's piss traveling through the the cock that was held tightly along.

I was beside myself on the way home. I was still somewhat in a haze from the poppers and the fucking. I was frightened once I came down from the high of being bare fucked and comprehended the seriousness of presenting my bare ass to an HIV cock. There was the chance I had been infected the first time without anyone knowing there was a positive top there. I was terrified that I had let myself stay and, knowingly, let myself be exposed to a known HIV positive top. Who knows? I might have been loaded more than once that night. I might have HIV and not know. It came to a head for me when Paul texted me wanting to fuck. He showed up and I told him about the last two parties I had attended and my fears. He took me to a pharmacy and bought one of the HIV testing kits. He talked to me for quite some time while we waited for the results from the kit. I still wasn't sure about the results one way or the other. I was skeptical about the accuracy of a drugstore kit. I was relieved somewhat by the results after the waiting since the kit showed me clean and uninfected. I was elated by the results enough that I hugged and kissed Paul and found myself in bed with him for the next several hours. Normally he would have stayed an hour or so and left me with one or two loads of cum. This time we cuddled at various times of the night and I felt his cock pressing against my ass and I accepted it readily. Paul is a horny bastard I found out that night. I didn't get much sleep. Not that I cared, it was a long weekend for me. I was so relieved at the test results that he could have moved in with me and I would have taken his cock every time it got hard if I could. He seemed fascinated and aroused about my cheating on him and attending the breeding parties. He kept asking me about them and it seemed to excite him enough for him to want to fuck me again. I took advantage of that and got more cum loaded into my ass by him in that night which ran into the whole weekend. I was calmer than I had been for a while when he finally left Sunday evening. I even got a goodbye fuck under the car port which I was nervous about since I wasn't sure the neighbors knew about me being gay. The next two weeks were mundane for me. I was relieved at the thought I hadn't been infected and had decided to swear off bare backing except for Paul. I had learned my lesson. It was too big a risk. Over the next two weeks it got harder to stick to that idea. I had been fucked bare by men I knew nothing about and it still excited me. I felt I was missing something even though Paul would drop by a couple times a week and seed me. Something was missing. I wasn't happy. Something was missing in my life. I finally knew what it was when my phone dinged. It was a message that there was another breeding party planned and I was invited. Dammit! I was in turmoil for the rest of the week. It surprised me to find only one other guy in the waiting area. He was younger than me and in far better physical shape. I felt inferior to him and figured that the only reason I'd be chosen tonight would be the only open hole. That was the other thought. "Hello, I'm glad you two responded to our invitation. This is going to be a different situation tonight than the previous parties. You have already noticed that you are the only two bottoms here tonight. I'm going to tell you that we have ten tops tonight ready for cum dumps." I took a deep breath at that concept, but I expected a down side. "Ten guys for us two?" I asked. He responded that, yes, there were ten tops for us. His eyes glowed for a moment then he dropped the news. "One of the tops is the same HIV positive top from last time. The plan is to have each of you bred by five each at random. If you're not interested, now is the time." The other bottom and I glanced at each other. He got up and headed for the door. I took a deep breath and told my host, "I suppose I'm the evening's entertainment now. So tell them to have their way with me. If they can cum, leave it in my ass. I'll take every load they can give." Shortly I was brought, blindfolded, and secured to a fucking bench, knowing that, if I had been told correctly, that there were ten horny fuckers ready to fuck and breed my ass and one was definitely the jackpot of HIV. Once I heard the host let the tops in, I spoke up for the first time and told them to fuck me as much and as often as they could, I wanted as much cum as possible in my ass. My phone showed 3:22 AM when I got to my car. I checked to see if the drugstore closest to my house was open on the way. It was and I bought the test kit Paul had and took it home. I didn't want to know right away. The crotch of my jeans was still moist from the cum leaking out of my ass. I know that I took at least ten loads but I'm sure there was more which I happily took. P.S. I'm pregnant.

"Okay guys, we all know why you're here. You've either had the fantasy of being a cum-dump or done it before and want to do it again. Either way, that's what we're going to do here tonight." He was a good looking younger guy, about six foot, maybe 185 pounds with dark brown hair. The term "cum-dump" made my insides tingle from the way he said it. "We're going to do this in a different sort of way than you might have thought or, maybe, wanted, but I'm about to tell you how we're going to do this tonight. We're going to play a game somewhat based on 'Musical Chairs'." He was addressing six other guys and me. "I hope you all understood when you came to this little party that what's about to happen is you bottoms are all going to be anonymously fucked and, probably bred by a number of horny tops. You're all going to be blindfolded, led into the other room where you'll be secured to well padded fucking benches. You'll have use of your hands for poppers or anything else you need, you'll only have straps around your waist, thighs and ankles." I was getting aroused by his narration and trying to picture the situation all the while trying to suppress my physical reaction. I was also wondering if I was actually nuts for getting myself into this situation. I had actually shown up, knowing that, if what I had been told by my fuck-buddy was true, I was going to be fucked raw by more than one guy tonight. I had a hard time controlling my breathing and suppressing my erection urge. I was still somewhat a novice at bottoming but had thrown myself into the role after that first time. There had been several guys that had topped me but always safe. Most of them had insisted and I hadn't objected because I hadn't known what I was missing. Then Paul happened to me. He was my first and, up until tonight, my only bare fuck. He had cajoled me into letting him enter me without a condom by insisting that he just wanted to feel my ass bare and would pull out in a couple minutes. I'm sure he went beyond that "couple minutes" before I felt him thrusting faster and deeper. I started to say something to him about the condom but found myself enjoying his bare cock fully stroking in and out so much that I failed to get anything out of my mouth. Shortly thereafter I heard him growling softly, grabbing my hips and I got my first load of cum inside me instead of my mouth. He got up, grabbed his jeans and started for the door. I heard myself ask if he had to go. He hesitated a moment. I got my second breeding about thirty minutes later. Paul became a regular fuck buddy and, for some reason, the only one I would let bareback me. Soon, my interest in other guys slowed because sex with a condom simply didn't interest or excite me as much as feeling his bare cock and knowing that he was about to shoot his cum inside me. Paul was somewhat multi-orgasmic. He always left me well-fucked and with at least two loads in my ass, a few times, three. During the down time between we would talk, generally about sex and, eventually, fantasies. He had eventually gotten me to admit that I would like to be bare fucked by someone else and that I had been reading about anonymous sex, "pump and dump" as it was called. He enjoyed my light duty fantasies but seemed to keep circling back to getting me to flesh out my fantasies about being fucked raw by guys I didn't know and taking their cum. That's what led me to being in this room with six other guys and Paul's friend who seemed to be the guy in charge of this situation. "I'm going to explain what's about to happen tonight so everyone knows what they're getting into besides the fact you're going to be fucked bare and, likely leave here with cum in your respective asses." When I had been led into the room I had wondered who the bottoms were and who were the tops. Shortly I realized us seven were the bottoms. "We've got ten horny tops tonight for this party. I know two of them personally, met three of them at a few of these parties. The other five I don't know at all other than they were referred by trusted friends. You won't know their names and, since you'll all be blindfolded during the breeding, you won't even see them." He continued, "Now for how we're going to do it. To make things interesting, this isn't going to be a simple fuck and breed situation. We've got ten tops and we're going to make this interesting for you and them both. Once you're all situated on the benches, the tops are going to come in and work out who starts with which one of you about to be cum-dumps. Once his cock is inside you, I'm going to start music playing. While the music plays, your top is going to fuck you. At various intervals, I'm going to stop the music. At that point he's going to pull out and each top is going to move to the next hole and enter, waiting for the music to restart. That way each of you gets fucked by each of the tops. Once the music restarts he'll start fucking you. If he cums, he's to stay inside you until the music stops. Once he cums, one of the other tops will join the fucking circle." "Now," he stopped and looked each of us in the eyes directly and seriously, "here's the one thing you all need to understand before we start. Once we start the party and the 'Musical Ass' party, we're going to be here until the last top finishes. You are here to serve as cum receptacles and will be used as long as one of them is hard and wanting to breed you. I know for a fact that three of the tops I'm familiar with is able to supply five loads in under an hour. Once the fucking starts, you have NO say in it. Your ass is there for the use of any and all of these tops. If they cum, it's in you. Understand that, accept it, or leave now." He looked dead serious. I took a deep breath and thought about it. For some reason, the idea of being fucked by somebody I didn't know, might never see again and knew absolutely nothing about simply excited me to no end. I had to do this without knowing why. Two of the guys suddenly shook their heads and told him that they didn't want any of this and wanted to go. Surprisingly, he didn't take offense or get angry. He simply told them fine and if they ever changed their minds, let him know. He turned back to the remain four and me saying, "Well, that increases all your odds of leaving with cum in your ass and the amount. Okay, I can't really promise that you'll all be bred, but I can promise that you'll all be fucked and fucked a lot." We glanced at each other some smiling and sharing a feeling of bottom camaraderie. "Okay cum-dumps, strip down, if you're wearing jocks you can keep them on if you like but you need to be naked otherwise except for the blindfolds which are on that table over there. Get ready and I'll be back shortly to take you each to your fuck bench and secure you down. Lube up, popper up, just be ready in about five minutes or so." I was terrified once I was strapped in place, unable to see and knowing my bare ass was fully exposed and available for whoever or whatever was about to happen. Then I heard the door open and his voice. "Gentlemen, and by that I mean you Tops, here are five cum-dumps for your use and this evening's entertainment. They know that you're going to fuck each and every one of them and some of them will be rewarded with your cum if they please you. You do know the rules and know that once the music stops you pull out of that cum-dump's hole and move to the next one, enter him and wait for the music to start fucking. If you cum during the music, you push all the way in and wait for the music to stop. Raise your hand so I'll know You can take a seat, rest and enjoy the show, knowing that these cum-dumps are being used as they should and see if you're ready to rejoin the breeding circle." I was glad I had lubed up liberally to the point of it nearly running down my legs. The top that chose me was larger than Paul and it was uncomfortable but tolerable as he entered me. I was happy when I felt his pelvis meet my ass. I wasn't sure I would have been able to accept anymore cock. Then the music started. He pulled slowly out and thrust his entire length back into me with very little pain. Shortly I was enjoying his steady rhythm and took a shot of poppers. My eyes were closed and I was thinking just how different it felt from Paul fucking me. Different but I was enjoying him immensely when the music stopped. I took a deep breath as he pulled out. I had been enjoying it and, for some reason, had forgotten the rules of 'the game' and had expected to be fucked and filled with cum. I felt a pair of fingers probing my ass, then a surprisingly large cock head against my anus. It was momentarily uncomfortable until it popped through then I realized that it was the head of his cock that was large, not the whole thing. Once inside he was pleasing me with a few cheat strokes before the music restarted. "Tops Ready?" came the question just before the music restarted. This guy was completely different in his fucking style. He would stroke fast, then suddenly slow then deep and shallow. His changing his rhythm kept my attention since I couldn't simply drop into a mindless trance and simply enjoy what was being done to my ass. It was a bit disturbing but I took another shot of my poppers and tried to anticipate what he was going to do next and work my hole on his cock. I heard his breathing getting deeper and a light growl out of him just as the music stopped. The head of his cock didn't hurt as much pulling out as it had going in. Damn, still no cum. Another cock slid slowly into my ass. This one wasn't unusual in any fashion. He was smaller than Paul and a bit shorter. I attempted to tease him by squeezing him with my anal muscles. He responded by slapping my ass. The music restarted after the 'tops ready' question. This guy stroked slow and methodically, steady as a metronome. His fucking let me relax into the mindlessness I like when being fucked. I started to take another shot of the poppers but decided to pace myself since his cock fit me perfectly. He surprised me by interrupting his perfect rhythm then plunging into me and holding his pelvis against my ass. I thought I felt something warm inside me and was wondering if he had just cum. Just then the music stopped. "We have our first breeding of the night." I heard our host announce. Was it me? Was it someone else. I heard the guy still in me whisper, "I hope you got what you wanted." It was me! The rest of the evening was mind-boggling and, somewhat, a blur. Without vision and very little speech, it was hard to keep track of time or events. I know I felt cock after cock entering my ass, fucking me, which was far easier after that first load of cum I received. My hole relaxed to the intrusions except for one top who was significantly larger than the rest. I was uncomfortable every time I ended up his bottom which ended up being several times as the night progressed. I know for a fact I got two loads from that fat cock since I heard him grunt, then tell me to, "Take every drop Boy!" as he plunged his monster into my increasingly sore hole. I was tired and nearly about to be sleep fucked when the host announced that the 'game' was over and asked the tops if they were sure. I had noted that I wasn't getting ploughed as often or as long but was so tired I almost missed the obvious. The poppers hadn't helped keep me that sharp. I was tired, sore and, sweaty. My thighs were sticky. I was just ready to go home. The host released each of us in turn and led us each, one at a time, to a shower and told us to wait in the next room. There were cold drinks and I grabbed two beers then called Paul to come pick me up as I sat in the waiting area where we had been told what to expect for the evening. I was tired, elated, and still wondering if I was out of my mind for what I had just done. I had just very recklessly allowed myself to be totally used by men I didn't know and might never see again and had loved every minute of it. Our host came into the room and called to us all, thanking us all for staying for a moment while the tops were all leaving. He conversed with us all, asking us how we were feeling, had we enjoyed ourselves, was it what we had felt it would be, would we like to do it again? Those sort of questions. It seemed that we all pretty much agreed with one hold out, that we'd all love to be invited back for the next party. He smiled and seemed very pleased then a pained look came over his face. "I do have something I need to tell you all that I didn't know about beforehand because we don't normally ask about status but I was told by one of the tops just before he left that he was just notified earlier this week that he was HIV positive with a high viral count. The problem is that I don't know which of you he bred or how many. He told me that he only managed to cum once tonight but, since he failed to tell us his status, he might be lying about how many of you he bred."

Agreed. Shaved skull.... Hot as fuck. Shaved pubes and ass..... Won't turn it down but love the hair. Another piece of advice: If shaving balls, warm wash rag applied before shaving. Otherwise the chances of nicking the little bumps on the skin are much larger. A wet, warm wash rag relaxes the skin. Less bumps on the sac.

I got horny today, browsed some fics and tried my hand at writing one. Never written anything like this before, hope it’s decent. “Prag” has the same meaning as “prison bitch”, I used it because typing bitch so often got repetitive. “Boy” and “kid” in this story refer to young adults, around 18-24 years old. ------------------------------------------------------------------- This was it. Months of thinking it over, asking myself if I was sure it was what I wanted, and now it was finally happening. I was going to take the plunge. After making sure my ass was completely cleaned out and ready for what promised to be an intense, unforgettable night, I took a quick shower and looked back on the last few months. I had been lucky to meet Jamaal online. A hot, beefy daddy, very muscular, slightly hairy, but with just enough padding to give him a burly bear build. His body drove me wild. He was into stuff that even other pigs would find kinky, and had a forceful personality that made even a reluctant bottom eager to completely, utterly submit. His veiny, uncut cock was just slightly over ten inches long, as big around as a soda can at the base, with a head that was even bigger. I wasn't usually into black guys, but I wanted to be an utter slut for Jamaal. He could (and soon would) do anything he wanted to me. I had blown Jamaal several times, usually getting all but an inch or so of his cock down my throat before gagging. The first time my jaw had gotten sore from trying to open wide enough for him, but I had gotten used to his girth quickly. The length still gave me problems. Jamaal assured me he'd be curing me of my gag reflex in the coming weeks. I had bottomed for plenty of guys, but had never taken a cock anywhere near Jamaal's size. I was a bit nervous, but had wanted to take his cock up my ass for a long time. Jamaal refused to top me unless I took his dick bareback, let him fuck me as rough and deep as he wanted no matter how much it tore up my ass; he wanted to fuck me like a prison bitch. Jamaal meant that last part literally. In our chats online, I found out he had taken part in a botched robbery attempt that left a security guard dead and a police officer (who had happened to be patrolling nearby) badly injured. He had refused to snitch on his accomplices, and had ended up serving almost twenty years (though the original sentence was far less; he had his sentence extended several times due to his behavior while in prison). You see, it was in prison that Jamaal had discovered his love of fucking guys in the ass (a lack of consent had never stopped him from getting what he wanted, and his "take what I want" attitude had only barely been held in check since his release a few years back). Prison was where he learned that, even if they only did it out of fear, a man was naturally better at sucking cock than a woman could ever hope to be. It was where he discovered that a man's ass, involuntarily clenched in pain and terror, was tighter than even a virgin pussy. Where he discovered the sheer, sadistic pleasure of brutally violating and humiliating someone, breaking them down, completely and irreparably, just for his own perverse gratification. Prison was also where he contracted HIV. Jamaal figured he had caught the bug early on, either from blood exchanged during one of his many 'new meat' fights. 'New meat' fights occur for each good-looking inmate goes through unless the newbie immediately accept life as a prag. Jamaal also speculated he may have caught the bug after being patched up after in the infirmary as the safety precautions of normal hospitals were often ignored, sometimes to save money, sometimes because the doctors and nurses just didn't give a shit, often because unqualified personnel who didn't know what the fuck they were doing were put in charge of the inmates' care. Jamaal claimed guys had attempted to rape him but had never succeeded, and that such attempts led him to join a gang. While not interested in operations like smuggling and selling drugs, or any real leadership role, he had quickly risen to prominence within the gang, thanks to his loyalty to the other gang members and his tendency to win fights (and leave his enemies nearly, but not quite, dead). Jamaal guessed he had pozzed about two dozen or so white men (mostly young boyish guys, like me), a couple of Asians, and perhaps a half dozen or so Latinos, during his two-decade prison term. The younger and weaker a guy was, the more likely he'd end up with a cock in his ass at some point. Some prags were new inmates who had willingly (though not eagerly) given up their bodies in exchange for drugs and/or protection. Some had been transferred from other prisons, already so beaten down and broken that they just accepted their fate as cumdumps for the bigger, stronger inmates. Some of them fought, usually a new inmate, someone who didn’t realize that winning the fight today just meant you were exhausted for tomorrow’s fight. Sometimes it took months to beat and fuck the fight out of them. Jamaal liked it when they had some fight in them, some fire. He liked seeing a little bit of that fire extinguished each time a kid would lose a fight, and DAMN, Jamaal loved seeing the look of horror and despair on their face at the moment they realized the fight wasn’t going in their favor, that they were going to lose, going to be held down again, beaten again, humiliated and robbed of their manhood - again. He had only fucked another black inmate one time. Jamaal had viciously beaten and then helped gang rape a mouthy black kid who had, on the kid's first day in gen pop, tried to show he was tough shit by claiming a bitch of his own. Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong boy to fuck. Jamaal had his own prag, a Latino in his early 30s, but his gang had a few shared fuckboys as well, mostly young white boys who had been stupid enough to try to survive on their own rather than join a gang. At the end of a ten-on-one fight, even the toughest bastard would usually find himself bent over with a cock viciously plowing his asshole. True, the Aryans preyed on the younger white inmates they didn't feel were tough enough to join their ranks, and they might slap their bitches around a little for fun, or to keep them in line, but they didn't brutalize and torture them for fun the way black inmates did when they had a white bitch under their control. Any new white inmate with a brain would join a white gang, either as a member or a willing prag, rather than be taken as a slave by the black gangs, and Jamaal’s gang wasn’t nearly as sadistic as some of the others when it came to their bitches. Still, the thugs in Jamaal's gang viewed their bitches as property, which meant they could do whatever they wanted to them, but it also meant they were fiercely territorial when it came to their prags. When Jamaal found out someone outside his gang had raped one of their bitches, he bribed a guard to leave the exercise yard at a time he knew the offender would be there, and confronted him. Jamaal gave the kid the option of escaping retribution by joining the gang (he liked that the kid had a spine, obviously had no problem with violence or getting his hands dirty, and it was always good to have another person on your side in an environment as dangerous as prison). Instead of joining, the kid tried to make a name for himself. He literally spat in Jamaal's face and threw a punch. The punk realized the gravity of his mistake as Jamaal dodged the blow and caught him upside the head with a free weight. He woke up to find a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth and a barely lubed cock being painfully forced up his ass. Jamaal had taken the kid down without any help from his gang, but was holding him down so they could each empty their balls into his (formerly) virgin hole. The rape served many purposes, other than just the entertainment of the guys in his gang: it told the victim, and the other inmates, not to fuck with Jamaal or his gang, and to stay the fuck away from their prags, unless they wanted to risk becoming a prag as well. It also showed his gang that Jamaal was loyal and tough, and a valuable ally, and that meant people would watch his back if and when shit went down. It also showed everyone that when Jamaal made an offer, one would do well to accept it. Anyhow, as the first gang member filled the punk’s ass with cum, the punk found the sock in his mouth removed and a shank put at his throat. He had managed to hold back the tears so far, but when he was told that he was going to suck the shit off the gang members’ cocks after they fucked him, and that refusing to do so would get his throat slashed, the tears came spilling out. The pain and humiliation of being raped had been hellish, but it was nothing compared to the degradation and disgust he felt as the first slimy, shit covered cock was forced down his throat. The worst part, was that despite the overpowering taste of shit, and the taste of his rapist’s cum, he could taste the blood from his torn asshole. A few seconds after the first gang member had pulled out of his ass and forced the cock into his mouth, the punk felt another cock rammed balls deep into his ass. This one was shorter than the first cock, but easily twice as thick. The punk felt his already torn insides ripped apart. He screamed reflexively, but the ripe cock down his throat muffled it. The scream came out barely a whimper. And the punk’s nightmare had just begun. I shuddered mentally as I recalled what Jamaal had told me had happened to the punk who had crossed him. I had no interest in scat (though I had no issue with ass to mouth if I had a chance to clean out beforehand) but knowing Jamaal could be dominant and forceful to the point of violence made my ass twitch. That was why I was here, wasn’t it? I not only knew how Jamaal could treat a boy, but I wanted him to treat me that way. Having finished my shower, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and dried off, and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, opened the second door on the left, and went downstairs into the basement. Jamaal was waiting for me, play room all set up. Sofa in the corner, sling in the opposite corner, padded bench in the middle, kiddie pool at the far end of the room for watersports, a table along the wall with assorted whips and toys, a few cameras set up around the room. A half dozen other black men stood naked, identical tattoos on their arms clearly identifying them as members of the same gang. They varied slightly in size and skin tone, some had erections already, some were still limp, but I could tell all of them were well hung. “Nice little white bitch you found,” one of them said, “ready to break him in?” Jamaal didn’t have to answer. I walked up and bent over the bench in the middle of the room. It was finally happening: Jamaal and six members of his gang, all poz, all about to take turns fucking me, all eager to shoot their dirty seed into their new, skinny little white bitch. There would be no going back. I had signed a slave contract with Jamaal yesterday. I had agreed to many things, but a prominent detail was the signing over of all my assets to him. I had been born into a well off family. Not Hilton rich, but rich enough that I would never have to work and could still never worry about money. I had never been forced to steal to get by like Jamaal had. The one time I had trouble with the law, my parents had thrown money at the problem and made it go away. When I met Jamaal online and heard his story, I knew things weren’t right. I was part of a system that had white people fucking over and taking everything away from blacks. I hadn’t been willing to take the plunge at first. I’d sucked his cock, even sucked a couple of his friends’ cocks, drank some piss, and had one thug fuck me with a condom. Jamaal knew how much I wanted it, but he wouldn’t let me do anything but suck his cock unless I surrendered to him completely. Either I was his bitch or I wasn’t. It had taken me several weeks to finally decide to give in. As it was, I had signed a contract that would let Jamaal reverse the way things usually went for blacks and whites. He’d be in power and get to take everything from me: my money, my dignity, my body, and my health. He had told me up front he was only interested in using (and sometimes abusing) me, making me his bitch, using me up, and destroying me for his pleasure like he had so many other white bitches back in prison. He would use me as a cumdump, poz me, take every penny I had, let his friends fuck and abuse me, and video every degrading sex act I participated in so he could get even more money from me by putting the videos online. And when HIV (and whatever other diseases I was sure to get from his friends and the many other black thugs that would be using me as a cumdump) ravaged my body, when I got so sick and frail that he and his friends didn’t want my ass anymore, when he couldn’t even make money whoring me out to anyone with a buck to spend, then he’d kick me out into the street, leave me used up, broken, alone, and without hope, just like he had to all his prison bitches before me. I had signed the contract. I knew what I was getting into and I wasn’t going to back out. I wanted this. I needed this. I felt guilty for being white and privileged. I needed to be utterly used and discarded by an angry, dominate black man. I wanted to know he enjoyed hurting me, destroying me. I took a deep breath as I waited, bent over the bench. Jamaal had things planned out. He wanted the biggest cock in the group (only one guy had a dick bigger than Jamaal’s, it was nearly 13”, thicker than a beercan, cut, with a slight curve upwards) to break me in, leave my ass gaping and torn up, so the other guys would have a better chance of pozzing me. The thug with the 13" cock came up behind me and put some lube on his massive meat. I knew he wasn’t using nearly enough lube, that he wanted my ass stretching and straining to take his dick. Even if he used the entire bottle of lube, it would have been agonizing, and I knew he had no intention of being gentle. That was fine, I wanted the pain. I would be a prag for Jamaal, and anyone he offered my ass to. I knew I was going to be used and eventually discarded. I also knew Jamaal liked bitches that fought, that had fire. I wouldn’t fight, but I would show him I had fire. I would take every rough, ass-stretching fuck those black cocks gave me. And, when they finished with my ass, I would suck each cock clean. I would open myself up to their dirty cum, I would let them taint my body with disease. I would take their abuse, I would let them break me, I would let Jamaal film it and profit from my suffering. I would endure everything they put me through. I knew eventually I would be all used up, that I would break. But I would endure everything I possibly could. I would make Jamaal work to break me. He would see my fire go out, little by little, and he’d enjoy the challenge, but it would take a lot of time and effort on his part before the fire went out completely. I would endure as long as I could, take all the fucking, all the diseased cum, all the abuse I could possibly endure. Then, when Jamaal, and every black man he knew, was done with me, when I was cast away like a piece of white trash, I would know that I had let him use me up completely, that I had completely and utterly been his bitch. I let out the breath I had been holding as I felt the thug behind me put one hand on my ass while he lined his cock up to my hole with his other hand. I felt his massive, poz cock push against the pucker of my asshole, tearing me open as it pushed deeper and deeper inside. I could tell from his breathing and the twitching of his rock hard cock, that he was already dripping hot, toxic precum into my bleeding ass. There was no turning back now…

Eugene stood under the shower and watched his buddy, Takashi cleaning himself in their custom made communal shower room. Takashi just graduated highschool and was going to Oxford in the fall. Eugene is a junior in UCLA. They met in highschool back in Texas where Eugene grew up. Takashi came as an exchange student but he liked USA so much that he stayed to finish highschool. And now he was visiting Eugene before he moved oversea. Takashi was soaping his body with a bar of soap and Eugene watched as Takashi took extra time to soap between the butt cheeks and stole a quick peek at the smooth pink hole as Takashi spread his cheeks while he ran the soap bar over the hole. Eugene's big white cock got hard and met Takeshi's eyes as he turned around to rinse his back. "Wow, Eugene. You horny? You are not boy any more." Takeshi's smiled and blushed as Eugene smiled back. He saw Takeshi stealing looks at his hard cock few more times before they ended the shower and walked out. Eugene met Kai ( Takeshi) at the airport since his parents hosted the exchange student and they wanted the whole family to be there to pick him up. Eugene and his younger brother, Rob were playing video games on the phone when Eugene spotted a young Asian kid approaching them slowly. He was surprised at first at how young the kid looked who was supposed to be only a year younger than himself. He also noticed the big fat red lips on the little Japanese boy and a small round butt that looked too big for the little boy. Eugene wondered if the boy sucked or got fucked by a cock as the boy's look gave strong sexual vibe. His parents set Kai to share room with Rob since they were in the same year. Eugene was taking a piss in the bathroom that joined his room and Robs room when Kai walked in with his bag of toiletries to unpack and Eugene saw the lust in Kai's eyes. At the school, Rob was busy with his new girl friend and other kids were too impatient to talk to someone who didn't speak English so Eugene saw Kai sitting alone next to Rob and his gf making out whenever they met. Eugene felt sorry for the kid all day and was glad to see them in the locker room last period as he started to get ready for his PE. He saw Kai lustfully looking at other boys changing and unfortunately some other boys did too. After school, Eugene had wrestling team first meeting so he took his time to get showered til other boys were done after the gym and lifted some weights. As Eugene walked past the mirrors by the sink to hit the shower naked, he lingered a bit to check himself out when a stall door opened and one of Robs friend walked out zipping his pants. He almost ran when he saw Eugene. Through the opened door, he saw Kai on his knees slowly getting up and there were cum in his hair and all over the face. Eugene helped Kai wash up but saw the kid licking the cum off his lips and swallow before they cleaned up. Eugene took the big bro role for Kai and helped in join wrestling team as well. They worked out together and now the little Japanese boy had a small muscled wrestler body still with big fat lips and round bouncy ass. By the end of first year, Kai was strong enough to defend himself from bullies however his bouncy ass often drove his opponents' cocks hard and Kai got too distracted when he felt a hard cock rub on his ass and lost the match and ended up with others on top of him. Kai gave Eugene few blow jobs before Eugene left to UCLA. Eugene met Andre his black daddy at a gay club and realized his versatility in sex. And sometimes they enjoyed fucking a bottom together but this was not easy since both Eugenes 8" and Andres freakish 12" cocks were thick as well and only few bottoms who were drugged and high were able to take the fucking from them as rough and hard as they like to fuck. Kai offered his bouncy ass to Eugene at Eugenes apartment in LA after he picked him up. After Eugene rolled the condom off his cock after first fuckand laid back while Kai gently sucked his cock, Kai started to tell Eugene about his love for Eugene and the fucking he got from him. It was then that Kai shared with Eugene how he was raped by his tutors in Japan when he was young and found out he was gay and gave Eugene the idea of a nice gift for Andre on his next visit to his ranch in Palm Springs....

I crave dirty loads. Poz seed, especially high viral loads, make my hole twitch. The Craigslist ad was posted and the wait began. I had been tearing up my hole with a extra wide dildo so the strains would take as I wondered 'Where the fuck were the men?'. My ad was specific: "No poz cock or load refused." I'm in damn good shape for a 42 year old piece of ass. The pic I posted of my inked chest and cum-dripping ass proved as much. I just needed donors. The first responder was a foul mouthed older guy. He had no pic, which wasn't no problem. I didn't give a fuck what the top looks like, or, for that matter, his cock size. All I wanted was his strain. Well, he dumped his toxic load in less than two minutes, start to finish. He began to apologize, but I stopped him, saying "No worries. I got what I wanted." The second donor was a black kid. I wasn't sure he was actually poz. He may simply have wanted a white cunt to use and in which to blow his nut. Which was fine with me. He was hung and rough so at least he scrapped-up my insides. And, if I was lucky, he also gifted me. I drove across town for the third sperm donor, meeting him at xxx arcade in North Beach. He turned-out to be a business guy wearing a suit. He made me beg for his poz load as he fucked me through a glory hole. Donor number four wanted wanted to meet at the rest room in the public library in the Civic Center. It turned-out he was homeless, and he used the library public internet access to connect with guys. He told me he had a very dirty load for me. We used the handicapped stall, his big uncut cock was stuck to his filthy briefs. I couldn't fuckin' believe I was going to take his rank cock into my mouth. I knelt down to clean his piss slit out with my tongue and, goddam. He was dripping greenish puss. Of course I didn't hesitate. Fuckin' cumdump that I am! Then we moved onto the main event. Now, the first rule for any cumdump is simply: Bend over and spread 'em, which I did as soon as I had cleaned-up his cock, thinking to myself 'With his pus and the three earlier loads, I should be able to take his cock quite easily'. The angle, however, was wrong. The only way this would work was if I lay face down on the sticky tile and let the homeless guy climb on my back. Once in position, my face was jammed between the wall and the toilet, so I found myself licking the piss off the floor while he road me. After a few minutes of bucking, grunting, and finally screaming, he dumped his load deep in my cunt. Our fucking had, of course, attracted a crowd, so I underwent the all-too-familiar 'walk of shame'. Back in my car, I scanned my emails. Nothing. I needed more, so I headed over to the arcades in Folsom where I connected with a very clean-cut ,kid with the look of a Mormon. 'Damn' I thought, as he smiled at me. I was determined to reel him in, especially since I had long since discovered some of the nastiest pigs are the innocent looking ones. This kid didn't disappoint: he was a multi-cummer and, in short order, gave me three loads. As he was fixing his belt and zipping-up, I noticed the gold ring on his finger. 'Sweet', I thought. I checked my phone and one of my regulars had responded to my ad. This guy is in his early 20's, he calls me his AIDS Daddy. The more toxic the loads in my hole the more excited he would get. When I tell him I had been knocked-up by a homeless guy with gono, he spewed in his pants. 'Damn it', I thought, 'I should've told him the story while he was using me'. Anyhow, I swung by his place and, the miracle of youth, he was ready again in scarcely 15 minutes. He slow fucked me, and talked about pimping-out my ass out at Steamworks that night. 'Now, how could I refuse that sweet face?' I thought as he groaned, adding his DNA to the mix.

I looked up what fillmyhole says and sorry but that is wrong. HIV can survive in the AIR but like most virus, not for a long period of time. According to what I found it can survive outside the body for as long as about 3 minutes, which is actually considered the low end of time for virus. Many can go for up to a half hour but could not find any lasting longer than that, anyone else? Oral sex is, though, considered very safe and your chances of catching HIV from giving blow job are quite low. You can catch it that way if you have a gum disease or sore throat or other things which may make the inside of your mouth or throat tender or an open sore of any kind where the virus can get into your blood stream.

SOME OF THE MIDDLE OF THIS CHAPTER DIDN'T LOAD, HERE IT IS Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which can be found in general bareback fiction). Abel (aka Abe) had been happily cruising through life unnoticed in the average range of looks, skills, smarts and drive until he got a summer job at the local pool. When the new boss, Mike, came in and imposed strict rules and ideals for the employees, Abe decided to take on the challenge. This didn't sit well with his best friend and next-door neighbor, Will, who quit the pool and expected his buddy to do the same. While Abe and Mike worked together to make Abe a better athlete, academic and all-around awesome dude, Will was getting closer to Lane, a mutual friend and the only girl Abe had eyes for. Once the school year began, Abe was too heart-sick to be around Will and Lane, who'd begun dating, so he threw himself into school and swim team, turning into an A student and captain of the team. Now that Mike had moved across the country to take a job as a University Athletic Coach, Abe is feeling lonely, but not for long. Will and Lane break up and a few days later Lane texts Abe and asks him to come over. After a long night of sex, Abe is finally achieving what he (never knew he) always wanted. Now he wonders if he has pushed away his friend permanently by sleeping with Lane, and what his life is becoming. That brings us to now... PART II Any doubts Abel had about his status with Lane were immediately quashed when he got on the bus to head to school Monday morning. He'd been riding by himself for awhile now, since Will had been driving Lane and himself to and from school ever since the previous Christmas, when he received a used compact that used to belong to his grandmother. It was no where near as cool as the rides some of Abe's teammates drove, many of them coming from wealthy families, but any car in high school was a step up from having to ride the big yellow loser mobile. That's why Abe was stunned to see Lane sitting in the back, in the same row where she used to hang with him and Will B.C. (before coupling). Once she saw him walking towards her, Lane scooted over, smiled and patted the space next to her. Whispering to Abe about how hot the other night was, and how badly she wanted him now, it wasn't long before they were slumped down in the seat, making out while Abe slid his hand up her skirt and fingered her. Reality came crashing back when they reached the next stop and 15 more kids piled on the bus, causing them to separate quickly. Once at school, they waited until everyone else was almost off the bus before sneaking a kiss and heading in opposite directions to their respective classes. While his homeroom teacher droned on about some upcoming college application deadlines, Abe filled the empty margins of the handout with sketches dirty depicting Lane in various states of undress and all sorts of positions. His ridged cock was leaking gallons of precum into his boxer-briefs, and he was glad he had followed Mike's lead and switched to the tighter undies when the bell rang and he realized he was going to have to get up and head to his next class, hard or not. Carrying his gym bag in front of his crotch to help conceal any bulges that could still be seen, Abe worked his way towards his Math class, but stopped short when Will was waiting for him outside the classroom. Nowhere to run, and too late to hide, Abe swallowed his pride and made his way over to Will, expecting to get his face pummeled. Imagine his shock when Will told him it was HIS idea to end things with Lane, so that he could start dating the hot bi-goth chick who worked at the video game store he frequented. The two friends fell back into old rhythms as Will convinced Abe to ditch the rest of their morning classes so he could regale his buddy with tales of tail Fourteen tacos later, Abe and Will were walking back to campus when Will got quiet and asked if Abe could forgive him for disappearing on him the way he had. Too guilty to say anything, Abe just shrugged the way he always did, and Will laughed and pulled him into a hug. As they rounded the last corner before entering the back door by the pool, Abe couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out "I'm in love with Lane." "I know bro," Will said after a few seconds of awkward silence. "I figured it out a few weeks after I got together with her when you stopped coming over or hanging out with either of us. If you want to get with her, I'm okay with it." "Seriously?" Abe sounded younger than he had in two years, hope and disbelief combining to create a painfully juvenile tone to his voice. "You're my best friend man," Will added, putting an arm around his buddy as they walked into the dark back hallway. "I'd be a dick to stand in the way of Looooove. But you should know, she will probably say no man. She's not really into the whole 'muscle jock' popular crew thing you got going on these days." "Thanks for the warning man," Abe said while elbowing his buddy for making fun of his feelings. "but I think I'll give it a shot anyway." By the end of the week, Abe and Lane were officially dating, and Will and Abe's friendship was back to normal. Abe never questioned Lane about which one of them had ended their relationship, he was just happy to have both his friends back in his life, not to mention the added perks that came with the new dimension of Lane's friendship. His only hesitancy came when his first swim meet arrived and he knew that Lane was finally going to have to hang with his teammates and their girlfriends. Just as she had before, Lane proved to be his perfect match, getting along great with the girlfriends of the guys on the team, even offering to drive the carpool the next time they were gonna head to an away meet to cheer them on. In a couple more weeks, Abe began to notice Lane adapting more and more to fit in with the in crowd. Lane's previous standard appearance consisted of disheveled long hair, holy jeans, ironic t-shirts, tons of rings and bracelets, flats and the occasional long skirt or sweater, but now she was rarely seen in public without high heels, fitted skirts, tight blouses, and maybe a watch and necklace. Even her classic brown curls were trimmed, styled and highlighted. By Christmas, Abe and Lane were one of the most popular couples in the school, due to his athletic success and her new clique of gal pals. They were invited to every party and always arrived just late enough, stayed just long enough and left early enough to ensure the perfect appearance and reputation. Rich and his mom were so happy to see him succeeding in school, activities and relationships, they surprised him with a pre-owned truck, which he and Lane christened the "tsunami" during a hot session in the bed of the truck that very night. Abe fell harder and harder for Lane with each passing day, never straying or even flirting with any other girls, even after their nights together started becoming further and further apart and their sex became more and more routine. At first they were going at it like bunnies, trying various positions and acts whenever they could get some privacy. Once Lane's transformation started, the sex became more adventurous, including new locales and risks. Some of their wilder exploits included Lane riding Abe in the back of a bus heading back from a meet, Abe eating Lane out in the middle of a movie theatre, Lane sucking Abe off under the blanket on a ski trip with five other couples in the dark room, Abe taking Lane from behind while hot tubbing only feet from a couple friends at his coach's house, and even a night of playing in the same bed as the co-captain of the swim team and his girl. As the swim season wore down to a close, Lane had begged off from a lot of possible hook-ups, and Abe figured it was just because they'd been together for awhile and had begun cooling off. Still, he felt pretty frustrated when they went away with some other couples over a four day weekend and they only had sex twice during the entire trip, and only when Lane was drunk. With the deadline coming to decide where they would be matriculating after graduation, Abe was hoping to convince Lane to pick the University where Mike was now a coach, since they'd both been accepted and he'd been offered a scholarship. With records and first place wins in most of his events at the state swimming championships, Abe decided that night was the perfect night to ask Lane to go with him to college, and maybe even get pre-engaged (until he could afford a nice enough ring). Pulling over before they reached the congratulatory party, Abe took a deep breath and turned to Lane, who was complaining that they were going to be late. Swallowing the fear in his throat, he took her hand and turned off the engine. Before she could tell him to forget any ideas he had about quickies in the truck, he cut her off. "Lane," His voice quivered as he said the name of the only girl he'd ever loved. "I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. Everything I've achieved tonight and over the past year has been due to your support and love. I know I've told you I want to go to school where Mike is teaching, but more than that...I want to be with you. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives, and that means going to the same school. So I need to know if you will go to ----------- University with me, or not?" "No Abel," Lane said after a moment of tense silence. "I already decided to go somewhere else." "O...k..." Abe answered, confused and off balance. Still he wasn't giving up. "Where do you want us to go?" "I want to go to Penn State Abel," Lane looked down and her voice got quieter as she added "but I want to go...by myself." Abe sat in a state of shock as Lane explained that she was just coming into her own and didn't want to go to college with him. She was happy and popular finally and wanted to explore what else she could do, without having to worry about a boyfriend waiting at home. By the time she was finished she'd made it perfectly clear that while she cared for Abe, she saw their relationship as having an expiration date, excluding the possibility of going to school together, in the same area, or even trying to make it work long distance. Still, she made it clear that she planned to stay with him until after graduation, especially since she thought they had a good chance of winning prom king and queen. Heartbroken and numb, Abe drove to the party and wandered through the crowds of well-wishers and back-slappers in a haze. On the ride home he drove in silence as Lane chattered nervously about plans for spring break and the upcoming formal dances. When he pulled into her driveway, he was too upset to do anything as Lane leaned over and sucked him off right there in front of her house. Much like every other teen boy on the planet, Abe's cock betrayed him and got hard for her talented tongue, finishing with a large load of cum which she jerked out of his dick as it shot onto her tits and the steering wheel. Kissing him on the cheek, Abe could tell she was reassured of his loyalty to her as she slid out and went inside. Driving his truck down the cul-de-sac, he wiped the cum from the wheel onto his thumb and pointer finger and sucked them clean before putting away his cock and bursting into tears. Crying himself dry, he looked up almost an hour later as Will's car pulled into the next drive over. Needing a friend, Abe went to get out and go talk to his buddy, until he saw a figure moving down the sidewalk. Concealed in darkness, he watched his 'girlfriend' appear next to his best bud's car and start chatting. His fist clenched when he saw Will lean in and kiss Lane, even going so far as to push her top up to gain access to breasts. Before he could get a handle on what was happening, Will had Lane pushed against the side of his crappy car, her skirt hiked up as his pants came down and he entered her. Furious but frozen to his seat, Abe watched his two best friends for the last decade as they betrayed him. Unsure whether to scream or run over and murder them both, he jumped when his phone buzzed with a message from Mike asking how the meet went. A lightbulb went off in that second, and Abe turned on the video camera on his phone, zooming in on his puny neighbor's 7 inch dick as he pulled it out of Lane's bush covered pussy, before spinning her around, bending her over the hood and entering her from behind. Tears returned to his eyes as he captures another 4 minutes of Will's ass pumping Lane's twat before pressing hard against her as he, presumably unloaded inside her. Waiting for them to sneak away, Abe watched the video again, wondering what to do with it. With no one else to talk to, Abe sent the video to Mike with the caption 'BFF and GF betray me. What should I do?' before quietly making his way into his house and up to his room. Tired and over-wrought, he passed out without reading Mike's response: "I took care of it." -- Around noon the next day Abe woke up and wondered if the entire night had been a dream, so he reached for his phone to check for the video and found something else entirely. Hundreds of texts and calls had been missed while he was asleep, all of them expressing doubt, disbelief and disdain for the horrible thing Lane had done to Abe the night before. Without knowing how anyone knew, he read a few dozen messages before one of them mentioned a video link on facebook. Eyes widening, Abe dashed over to his laptop and opened his facebook page, scrolling through similar messages and posts until he found one from another guy on his swim team that said only "Bitch betrays best dude in school with his best bud" and had a link to video. Clicking the link, Abe's jaw dropped as the video he'd recorded came to life in front of him. Had he posted it and forgotten? Neither his phone or computer seemed to think so, but then how...Mike. Pulling his phone over to him, he dialed his friend as he read the dozens of comments from half the kids at their school. "Guess you finally woke up," Mike spoke calmly. Trying to form questions in his head about how, why and what had made Mike post it, Abe was unable to complete any before Mike would jump in with an answer. Once he saw the video Abe sent him the night before, he got so mad that he sent it to a couple of the other guys on the swim team and told them to go over today and kick Will's ass, since Abe was too nice to ever try it. Instead one of the guys decided to make the retribution more equal and posted it online, planning to send it to Will and Lane's parents, but forgetting to make the link private. Some girl who had a crush on Abe saw it before he could take it down and shared it with all of her facebook friends, one of whom reposted it, ensuring that it was now online forever. Mark apologized and asked if Abe was alright, but the teen was still too numb to be sure. All he knew was it would be hell going anywhere for the next few days with everyone pitying him and asking him questions. "I think I know what will make you feel better and allow you to avoid the pity party," Mike replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Why don't you skip the three day week leading into your spring break, hop a plane, and come check out the campus! If money's a problem you can use my frequent flyer miles and crash at my place. I know you wanted to wait to decide until you found out where Lane was going, but I figure that is no longer the case. Besides getting away from the drama, this will give me a chance to convince you to come here next year, what do you say?" His clothes were filing his duffle bag halfway through the request and Mike assured him he'd find a flight out sometime in the next twelve hours. Hanging up, Abe finished tossing a random assortment of clothing in the bag and jotted down a note to his mom explaining (without going into detail) that he and Lane had broken up and he was going to visit Mike for spring break to start moving on. All set and ready, he dashed down the stairs and almost ran into Lane who was crying, leaning against his driver's side door. Aching to comfort her, he paused before announcing himself by clearing his throat and tossing his bag past her into the bed of the truck. As their eyes met, he could see she was devastated and he desperately wanted to run over and hold her until it was all better, until she opened her mouth. "I know it looks bad," she sniffled as she spoke. "but I swear that video was made before we got together. I would never hurt you like that, and I think we can fix this if we tell everyone we're still together on Monday." "Lane....how..." Abe looked at the girl he had planned to be with for the rest of his life and watched her lie so convincingly that he almost believed her. He should have been livid, but all he felt was a dawning of clarity. Slowly he began to giggle as he realized that Lane had never really loved him in the first place. The chuckles grew into a full scale laughing fit when he saw that Will really had broken up with her to play the field, and she was only using Abe to get over him, until it opened a door to popularity. Her face was a mix of horror and anxiety watching Abe laugh like a man possessed when the pieces fell into place and he figured out that she was nothing more than a groupie who took advantage of him. Finally she got fed up and shouted at him to tell her what was so funny. "I honestly thought you were going to apologize." Abe smiled and motioned for her to get out of his way. When she wouldn't. he simply walked around and slid in the truck cab from the passenger's side. "I thought you had some explanation that might make me forgive your for using me as nothing more than some stepping stool to the a-list. Tell everyone whatever the hell you want, but I made that video, and finally I can see what you are, and I'm pretty sure everyone else does too. Sorry it got out, but good luck on becoming prom queen. We're through." -- Flying standby sucks, especially after a big break up, but Abe forgot the entire ordeal as he walked out of the sliding glass doors and saw his blonde, buff buddy pulling up to the curb in his awesome convertible. They shared a hug that lasted longer than might have been kosher in any other situation, but both men were too relieved to be together to care. On their way back to campus, Mike explained that his new job came with lots of perks, the most recent being a huge bonus after he helped lead three of their teams to national championships, and recruited two nationally ranked athletes. "Three," he added, turning to Abe. "once I get you to sign on this week." The drive was pretty long, but the friends were in no hurry and talked most of the way. When they pulled onto school grounds, the sun had set hours ago, and the lamps gave the college a mystical gold glow. It was everything Mike had described plus all Abe imagined and more. Driving around the edge of the campus, Abe's head whipped around like a kid on his first trip to the zoo, eager to see each amazing aspect of the tour as Mike talked about it. Too soon, they were pulling into a neighborhood off campus and into the garage attached to a nice two story house. The wonder returned to the younger man's eyes while they toured the simple two bedroom house, walking from the garage, into the kitchen, across the dining room, through the living room, up the stairs and peeking into the master bedroom before being shown the guest room/gym and attached bath. Sitting on the bed, Abe fought to keep his eyes open but Mike could see the boy was exhausted from his trip and recent ordeal. He wished him sweet dreams and walked down the hall to his room, while Abe stripped out of his shirt, shorts and undies and passed out in only his socks. -- For the next two days, Mike paired Abe with one of the guys from the university swim team and had the two of them go everywhere together. Classes, work-outs and swim practice were almost as fun for Abe as the visits to the dorms, dining halls and events in the evenings. It turned out that this week was also a short one for the college, with midterms wrapping up and athletics taking time off for spring break. Since Mike was also teaching some kinesiology classes while coaching, Abe was glad that Chris was able to show him around and keep him company. By the time Abe got back to Mike's house each night, both of them had eaten dinner separately, and they decided to spend the evenings working out in Abe's bedroom/the gym. Both men had worked out at the campus athletic center during the day, but Abe, like his host/mentor, liked to finish each day with some exercise before bed. They sat shirtless and pumped iron with each other while shooting the shit and it seemed like no time had passed since they'd done the same thing over Abe's garage. When Abe showered each night, he found himself stroking his stiff dick to images of the two of them pumping iron next to one another, but never continued to orgasm. He didn't question what about the memory made him hard, he just blamed it on being a horny teen naked in the shower, and happening to think about how good he felt with his buddy. When Thursday arrived, Mike was all done with testing so he offered to hang out with Abe, since Chris had two midterms that day. The morning began with a run around the stadium, followed by a swim in one of the three Olympic sized pools on campus, then lunch at a local burger joint, before heading to a pudding wrestling match put on by two of the frat houses in the afternoon, and finishing with a work out at the gym and dinner at a dive bar across the street. Walking back to Mike's house, the coach asked Abe what he wanted to do that night, and Abe shrugged like always, which elicited a headlock from the older of the two. "Okay, Uncle, UNCLE!" Abe laughed as they separated, and thought for a second before coming up with a reply. "Alright Mr. important coach guy, I want to get drunk, get wild, and get laid at a party." "Damn man, not sure if we can," Mike replied, obviously let down that he couldn't provide for his bud. "Since campus closes over the break, most of the kids head home once midterms are over. All the housing is empty so the only people left are the few grad students, faculty and a random student or two who finds a motel or a couch to crash on before catching a flight out." "Shit Mike, seriously?" Abe was disappointed about the lack of entertainment, since he finally felt up to scoring some pussy. "Not a single party we can check out?" "Hold on," Mike whipped out his phone and started texting. While Abe checked out a hot girl who was jogging past, Mike's phone started to explode and Abe's hope's raised that someone had an idea of where to go for booze, tunes and boobs. "Turns out Chris is still in town, was planning on staying with a friend at his apartment. Hmmm, it's not my best plan, but if you're down we could have Chris, his buddy and some of the assistant coaches come to my place and party." "I dunno man, sounds like a sausage fest," Abe lamented. "And what about some booze?" "I got tons back at my place in the basement," Mike assured him. "and Chris says his buddy Dirk has some goodies, if you want to get high." With all the opportunities that had come his way over the past two years, Abe had never taken any that involved drugs. During the athletic season he and the other guys were subject to random piss tests so they never smoked or snorted anything between late October and early April, and the rest of the time he always begged off or passed the joint along when it came his way. That night, as they made their way up Mike's front walk, the blonde muscle god seemed so non-chalant about it that Abe couldn't help but feel his first ever pang of immaturity next to him. His mind didn't even get a chance to object before his mouth wrote a check he wasn't sure he could cash. "I'm up for trying anything tonight," Abe regretted his choice of words, hoping Mike wouldn't put it together that he just admitted to being a drug virgin. "Tell Dirk to bring whatever he can and head over." "Done," Mike texted as he spoke. "I'll send out word to all the peeps I know who'll be down and have them head over here. Once I know who's coming, I'll know if we'll need to try Dirk's stuff in the gym for privacy. Either way just watch what I do with anything you're unsure how to use. If you're like me, it is easy to forget how to do this stuff between sessions." Abe's cheeks flushed hot and he shrugged his usual shrug. Mike's comment made it clear that he knew Abe was new to drug use, but he'd phrased it to make it easy for Abe to ask for help later. As Mike showed Abe the basement, Abe admired the coach for his ability to make him feel like a friend and a student, without ever making him feel stupid or naïve. He also admired the large open floor plan of the finished basement, covered in floor to ceiling wood paneling and orange shag carpeting, he wasn't at all surprised to hear that this house had once been the campus headquarters for a student organization and the basement was their original rec-room. At the end of the basement, Mike had set up his old weight bench and punching bag, while at the other end he mounted a huge tv in front of two beat up leather couches that Abe recognized from Mike's old college digs. Down towards the tv end sat a simple wood bar with a stone slab across it, looking totally thrown together if not for the sink sunken into the stone. Hitting a switch behind the bar, some red light bulbs turned on over the basement, and once Abe turned off the flourescents, it looked totally 70s, making them both laugh. "What's in there?" Abe asked, pointing to a door under the stairs. "Take a look." Mike said while mixing the two of them some cocktails behind the bar. When the door opened, Abe reached in for a light switch and was blinded for a moment, before realizing the switch was a dimmer, and adjusting the beam. This was probably a guest room according to any real estate agent that listed it, but really it was just a glorified closet that led to a dinky bathroom with a sink, urinal and toilet. Mike had tried to make it cooler than it was by putting some more run down couches in there and a coffee table in the center. The room was small enough that the two couches filled two of the walls, a love seat and the bathroom door filled the third and the door to the main room and another, smaller flat screen tv was all that fit between them on the fourth. Abe made a joke about it being a dungeon and mike responded that "coaches keep their dungeons on campus," which got a laugh from both of them. As Chris and his friend Dirk arrived, Abe took his cocktail from the bar and informed them he was just gonna run upstairs and change. His slacks and button down shirt he'd worn to dinner were too dressy, but he wasn't comfortable enough to follow Mike's lead when he stripped off his oxford and khakis, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts and a jockstrap. Upstairs in "his" room, he agonized over what to wear and stripped down to his jock while he pondered whether to go with board shorts and a tee shirt or a wife beater and mesh bball shorts. He jumped when the door flew open and Chris came over to him holding a shot glass. Abe reached for the nearest shorts and tried to pull them on quickly while Chris checked him out and insisted there was no need to put anything on for his sake. Once he'd gotten the bball shorts on, he asked why the shot Chris was handing him was half full. "It's not booze," Chris laughed. "It's ghb bro. Trust me, this is all you'll want." The two boys clinked shot glasses and downed it, Chris following his with a chug from his own drink. The god-awful soapy taste of the stuff in the glass made Abe wish he had thought to do the same, before he made a face and dashed to his glass to gulp down as much as it took to clear his palette (aka all of it). Chris laughed and apologized for not warning him, but Abe tried to play it cool. While Abe slipped the t-shirt over his head, Chris asked if he could try on the speedo that lay on the floor. Shrugging as always, he thought the college boy was joking until he whipped his sweats down to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and stepped out of them, leaving him in only a baggy t-shirt with the university crest. When he pulled the speedo up his legs, Abe got a good view of Chris' hefty cut, hairless package as he put it into the small spandex pouch. When he looked up Chris was looking right at him, but didn't seemed phased to have the boy check out his junk. "I shave it to make it look bigger," He said while checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the gym/guest room wall. "Makes all the bitches drool when it is this smooth. You mind if I wear this under my shorts? The college team wears the full spandex body suits so I never wear speedos anymore. I wanna show Dirk later, it is guaranteed to make him shit a brick when he sees me in these." Chris pulled up his boxers and sweats before Abe could react, which was probably good since Abe was starting to feel tipsy. Drunk on one drink? He wondered if he was turning into a light weight before remembering that he'd just taken a dose of ghb with Chris, who was heading downstairs, and telling him to hurry up. It took a minute for Abe to slip on his flip flops and spray some body spray, before he turned and followed the tall swimmer jock down the stairs. Back in the basement, Mike introduced Abe to Asst. coach Keirnan West who everyone knew as "Westy" and Asst. coach Cody Edwards, better known as Eddie. Both men were wearing university polos and khaki shorts, making Abe wish he was a) not as drunk as he felt, and still wearing his outfit from dinner. Still both guys were busy taking shots and trading a joint between them, so Abe didn't feel too weird until Mike told everyone to call him "Abel." Abe raised an eyebrow at his buddy, so Mike leaned over to him and said quietly "when they ask, tell them it's like willing and abel." Abe smirked and let Mike take his glass to the bar, motioning for him to follow. When they stopped, Mike pointed out that he was only giving coke this time, since the ghb they'd both (apparently) taken was likely to react badly with liquor. Turning to group and asking who wanted to watch a video, Mike got a rousing response before reaching under the bar and pulling out a remote. Pointing it at the huge ass tv on the wall, he powered it up, set the audio to some punk radio station, then switched the video input to 'AV1' and disappeared back behind the bar. Leaning past the edge of the stone counter, Abe watched as Mike put an unmarked dvd into a dvd player and pressed play. As he rose back up, he motioned for Abe to look back at the tv, where the loading symbol suddenly transformed into a porn menu with the title "Gangbang Party Girl 4" before fading away to the beginning credits. Eyes popping from his head. Abe leaned against the bar as the five other guys converged on the old sofas, took seats and passed the joint around while the film started. "Gonna join us," asked Dirk, Chris' friend, who was easily 6'4", slim, white, covered in tattoos, had a buzz cut and wore a wife beater, board shorts, dog tags and tennis shoes. "Or gonna jerk off in the corner?" Everybody laughed as Abe made his way to join them on the couch, finding a spot between Dirk and Westy, who was sweating lightly. The movie turned out to be less of a focal point and more just background ambiance while the guys talk, smoked the joint and played some hands of poker. With nothing to bet, they got bored with that real quick, and Abe wondered what it was they were waiting for. As if waiting for him to ask, Chris produced a response in the form of a text message on his phone. "Aw shit," Chris said, reading from his small screen. "The girls can't come. Some lame excuse about early flights tomorrow or some shit. Guess we might as well get started without them." With that announcement, Dirk produced another joint and lit it. So far Abe, or Abel as the guys were calling him, had avoided having to take a hit, but now everyone was refocused on the passing of the joint, so he was stuck. Either he took a hit or passed and made himself known as the 'pot-pussy,' a term he'd heard some of his swim teammates use about another guy who passed. Hoping to look cool, Abel took the joint, put it to his lips and pulled, lightly at first, then harder and harder until his lungs were full. Breathing out slowly, he felt like his throat was on fire, but he kept the smoke flow in control, except for one small cough towards the end. Glancing to the other couch while he passed the joint to Westy, he saw Chris and Eddie make faces of approval, and Mike even shot him a wink. After the joint made a few more rounds, Abel was feeling no pain...until someone said the joint was gone. "Is that all you brought?" he asked, uncaring as to how it sounded. All the other guys laughed, and Dirk reached over the back of the couch and pulled a knapsack up to his lap. "Nah man," He said, pulling a cloth zipper bag about the size of a cucumber from the bottom compartment on the sack. "but this shit isn't free." "I got Abel since he bought the booze," Mike chimed in as everyone began pulling cash from their pockets. Truthfully he hadn't bought anything on this trip, but he didn't correct Mike when he pulled four 20 dollar bills from his back pocket and tossed them into a rapidly growing pile. It was a good thing too, since Abel's wallet was upstairs, and all that they'd find inside it were some crumpled receipts, a tattered two dollar bill and a debit card he had yet to activate. That way he wasn't tempted to use his hard-earned college money for something like...oh say buying drugs. "Thanks for the drinks man," Eddie added, slapping Abel on the back before adding 40 of his own. By now there had to be $200 dollars on the table, and Abel wondered what they were buying, when Dirk unzipped the little cloth pouch and produced a plastic bag about half the size of a dollar, filled to bursting with small pinkish crystals. The guys each seemed impressed, saying things like "sweet man," and "hot stash," so Abel threw in a "nice" for good measure. "Got a pipe for this shit Coach?" Dirk asked Mike, who indicated the door under the stairs. Suddenly all the guys were standing up and moving to the tiny room with the coffee table, so Abel followed suit. Through the door it was even warmer than the rest of the basement, and Abel wondered how this could be, since the air conditioning had never let his room get above 70 degrees so far on the trip. Not the only one to feel it, Eddie peeled off his shirt, followed by Chris and Westy, until on Dirk in his wife beater and Abel in his tee still seemed "fully clothed." "I'll join if you do," Dirk said quietly to Abel as he stepped past him and went to sit on the other end of the second couch. Shrugging once again, Abel stripped off his tee and watched as Dirk finished the trend. The tattooed drug dealer might have been slim but his chest was ripped, with the most defined twelve pack Abel had ever seen. Trying not to stare, he moved his gaze to the man next to Dirk and discovered why they called the asst. coach westy. Fuzzy from the nape of his neck down his wide firm pecs and over his pumped abs, Westy's hair was as curly as the dog of the same name. On his other side sat Chris, who was just the opposite, hairless, toned and trimmed, a happy medium between Dirk's rippling slim body and Abel's built but still cut chest. Unable to stop himself, Abel took a look at Eddie who sat on his left and checked out the trim waist, covered in a light dusting of black straight hair, leading to two dinner plate sized pecs, also dusted in black fuzz, spreading out to smooth, broad shoulders and giant biceps. On his right was Mike, the epitome of manliness, beefy and broad as Abel remembered him. Surrounded by testosterone, Abel felt safe and strangely, slightly horny. Putting that out of his mind, Abel watched Mike, who was reaching into a compartment underneath the coffee table, and coming up with a butane torch and a glass pipe unlike any Abel had ever seen. Dirk loaded the pink crystals into the pipe, filing it with quite a few, before taking the lighter and holding it to the bottom of the glass. Intrigued, Abel leaned forward to watch as Dirk lit the bowl and melted the crystals into a pool of liquid that slowly became smoke, white and pure. Putting the end of the pipe to his lips, he slowly inhaled and rocked the bowl back and forth with one hand, while holding the flame under it with the other. The smoke swirled furiously until Dirk could take in no more, at which point he released the trigger on the torch, letting it turn off, held the torch and bowl out to Mike and exhaled the biggest cloud Abel had ever seem anyone exhale. It was so big, he forgot to act cool, and said "wow." Realizing in horror what he'd just done, he glanced across to Dirk, who just smiled and said "Damn right, wow." Watching again with more controlled intrigue, Abel concentrated on what Mike was doing as he too lit the torch, turned the pool into smoke and took a huge hit from the pipe. Another massive cloud emerged and Abel began to worry that he was about to make a fool of himself. There to save the day, as he had so many times before, was Mike. "I know you haven't don't meth this way before," Mike explained, subtly implying that Abel had done it in other forms. "So can I light it for you and show you how to hit it?" "Sure, thank Mike." Abel said, nonchalant and aloof as could be. He listened as Mike explained how to heat the bowl without burning the crystals, torching them until they melted then rolling the bowl back and forth until the smoke began to billow, before finally putting it to Abel's lips and telling him to inhale slowly. Closing his eyes, Abel began to suck in the smoke and had to stifle his surprise when he discovered it was nothing like the weed they'd passed around out in the big room. This hit was so much cleaner and softer that he almost didn't think he was getting any, except that Mike and the other guys were saying encouraging statements. Once he was full of smoke, his instinct was to hold it in like the weed, but Mike told him to exhale immediately, so he opened his eyes and pushed the smoke out, proud to see a cloud almost as big as Mike or Dirk's. Towards the end of the hit, he suddenly felt it catch in his throat and began to cough like a lung cancer patient with emphazema. Some of the guys laughed for a second, but Chris was quick to tell him something that made Abel feel better. "Coughing during a big hit gets you high faster," the college swimmer interjected. "I hope I can cough like that when I take a hit." Somehow, during the explanation, Abel missed the fact that Dirk was loading another bowl, so there was another one for him to hit only a few moments after he'd passed the first on to Eddie. By the time he had it melted and rolling correctly, the other guys had all hit the first one and were cheering him on for his first solo hit. Inhaling again, he tried to get another huge hit but it was only about 3/4 of the first hit once he finished. Still everyone else seemed impressed, so he took some pride in the next one. At this point, Abel started to feel wired, like he'd been drinking red bull for hours and just finished a work out while jerking off. His cock was stiff, but no one else seemed to notice since they were all seated. As the six guys passed around the 2 bowls, Abel forgot about being nervous and came to discover just how amazing meth was. "Shit, that's one hard dick." Westy said, making Abel look over and almost jump in to defend himself, when he realized he wasn't the owner of the hard on Westy was referring to. "Yeah Sorry dude," Mike said, standing up and thrusting out his crotch, showing his huge hard on as it tried to escape his jock and bball shorts. "Tina and porn always make me hard." "Me too," Chris chimed in. "You just can't tell cause I'm wearing...this!" Suddenly he ripped down his sweats and boxers and his big, bald cock could be seen twisted sideways under the the flimsy spandex of Abel's speedos." Everyone laughed like crazy as the dick head twitched and worked its way along the top seam until finally it was too much and it popped out, eliciting more laughter and making Abel's cock pulse and dribble precum into his jock. "Fuck C-dawg," Dirk shouted, while laughing hysterically. "Where'd you get the banana hammock?!?!?" "From Abel." Chris responded, before pulling down the waist band and tucking it beneath his balls and doing a little dance that made it slap up against his abs over and over. Every dissolved back into laughter, finally gaining control as Chris tucked his hard on back into Abel's suit. "So Abel, why do they call you Abel anyway?" "Cause I'm usually willing," Abel proudly responded before picking up the pipe. "and I'm always Abel." Laughter exploded again, finally calming enough for Mike to suggest they bring the pipes and the tina and head back out into the main room. One by one Abel thought each of them had come out until he was sitting on the couch smoking and felt the urge to take a piss. As he walked over to the closet, he realized that Dirk, Eddie and Mike had all come out of the room as promised, but Chris and Westy were nowhere in sight. A renewed urge to pee hit him at that second, so he dismissed the inquiry from his mind, and dashed into the little room, where he stopped just short of the bathroom, held in place by the sight beyond the door. Through the crack in the door, Abel had a perfect view as Chris fed his 8 inch cut dick to Westy, who was sitting on the toilet, playing with his own, respectable, 7 cut inches. His reddish brown curls were not limited to his chest, but also surrounded his pink dick and covered his hefty man balls. The mirror gave Abel a nice view of the hand that wasn't manipulating Westy's own cock, as it was pushing its way between Chris' tight cheeks, finally hitting the target and driving a finger two knuckles deep into the hole. Chris stifled a scream at the invasion and tried to push himself up and off, but Chris' muscular arm flew from his cock to around the college boy's waist, holding him still as he inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out, harder and harder. Abel stepped back a little into the shadows while Chris whispered for Westy to stop between moaning how hot the asst. coach's throat and tongue were. Before long the whispers devolved into grunts and eventually Abel could tell Chris was getting close. Westy pulled off for only one second and informed the boy that "you can cum down my throat if you want, but you know what that means." Apparently Chris was okay with whatever it meant, as he grabbed Westy's head and rammed his hard cock back down the 20-something coach's throat before squealing quietly "take my load!" Reaching into his own jock, Abel stroked his cock absent mindedly as Chris' balls contracted, no doubt emptying into the other man's gullet. Moments passed before the smooth suckee finally relaxed and was released by the hairy sucker, who slowly removed his fat fingers from the smooth bubble butt. Abel's dick was harder than he'd ever felt as he watched the two men get dressed, this time with Westy wearing the speedo under his tighty whiteys and khaki shorts. "Just remember," Westy said as he zipped up. "I swallowed, so later I get a shot at that ass. That was the deal." "We'll see," Chris said, justifiably afraid of getting cornholed by the hairy beast. "No, we had a deal boy," Westy said, using his massive arms to maneuver the college swimmer until he was pressed between the man and the sink. "Either you let me fuck you later, or I take that ass now, whether you want me to or not." Chris shook his head yes as Westy pressed his hard on against the boy's boxer covered hole. "Good," Westy said, returning to straightening up. "Leave the shorts off, I got some pre cum on them." Abel panicked, realizing Westy was about to discover him. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" End of Part II Part III coming soon!

Polish guy came back for more tonight. Spent two hours nailing me and again dumped three loads in me. Told me that one of the 5 guys he lived with was his brother. He never told him he had sex with men. Big taboo. Told him to cum back anytime if he needed ass to fuck:-). The guy has a magic dick and shoots massive loads. Plus it's all very anon, which suits me fine..

I had to go back once I learned there was going to be another breeding party. Despite the possibility that I might have gotten a load or more of positive cum and my blood running cold when I saw the invitation on my phone, I knew I would go back. I had to have that bare cock. I began obsessing about being semi bound and waiting for the cock and knowing that once the music stopped, a completely different cock would be inside me, about to fuck me, maybe leave a load inside my ass before the music stops. His cock would remain inside me until the music stops. I wanted that again. I had lost count of how many loads I had taken and still didn't know if I had taken a load from the poz guy. I just wanted more. I was torn about telling Paul. Our relationship hadn't been anything more than fuck-buddies but I sort of felt I should have told him about my going back. Almost as a thank you for introducing me to the guy that was organizing the parties. I didn't. I just went. "I'm glad to see some of the bottoms from the last party back. Welcome back. " I didn't recognize anyone but those of us that had participated nodded. There was more than five of us this time. "I'm about to explain the rules to tonight's party which are different than last time. This time, of course, you'll all still be blindfolded so that you'll still be fucked anonymously. You won't know anything about the tops fucking you." I trembled at the thought, aroused as hell. "You'll all be strapped to the fucking benches as before, but this time you'll be completely strapped down. Your hands will be secured this time as well. Those who use poppers will have access to that by snapping your fingers. You'll be served. Anything else, let Charles here know." I made sure I could snap my fingers. "Now, " he got very serious, "Here's the caveat. Tonight we only have three tops. You'll all be fucked, so don't worry about that. You might not get cum tonight, that's part of the problem tonight. The other thing you need to know ahead of time is that one of the three tops is HIV positive. He's told us ahead of time. So if that is a deal breaker you need to leave now." No one left. Surprisingly, I was one of them still. I don't want to get HIV. I don't know if it was the host or Charles that led me to my fuck bench, but they did know how to secure me to it. I wasn't able to move anything but my head. I snapped my fingers and a vial of poppers met my nose quickly. I took a huge shot of them and waited for the rush. "All right Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We are about to start, so here are the rules. There are 6 bottoms being serviced by three Tops. Ordinarily that would mean some of you might not get a load of cum. All three tops tonight are multi-orgasmic so there's a much better chance you'll all get at least one load tonight. Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight. Good luck however you take that statement." I snapped my fingers again, trying to deal with the idea that I might leave here tonight positive. The rush of the poppers made my hole tingle. "Tonight I'm going to use the 'Musical Asses' idea, just a little different. Tonight I'm going to stop the music after a minute so that the top can service as many of you as possible tonight. Tops, choose your bottoms." I took a deep breath, hoping I would be chosen to start. I wasn't. I heard the music stop and took a deep breath against the hope I was one of the top's next hole. I still wasn't. The music restarted. I could hear sounds of raw, male on male sex. I heard bottoms grunting and, presumably the verbal responses from the tops. The music stopped again and my eyes went wide behind the blindfold. I felt the head of the top's head against my hole and slowly thrust completely into me. I was full. His cock filled me with absolutely no pain but just a bit of knowing something was there that didn't belong. I loved it and told him so. Apparently I was too loud. "Bottoms will remain quiet or be gagged, is that understood?" I felt the organ probing my ass throb. The music restarted and he began fucking me by slowly pulling almost completely out and thrusting as deep as possible. I was guessing I was the third hole his cock had been in so far and was hoping to make him cum by working my anal muscles. He moaned slightly just before the music stopped. Dammit! Two more music cycles and no cock. I was becoming frustrated at this party but knew I couldn't do anything about it at this point. Next stop of the music found a cock slipping into me easily. He wasn't very large, but was rather long. It was a bit uncomfortable with his cock completely inside me once his pelvis met my ass but, after snapping my fingers and getting two large hits of poppers, I decided I loved his cock. I loved it even more once the music restarted. For some reason, despite the initial discomfort, once he pulled back and thrust back in, he hit some magic spot that almost made me orgasm. That feeling didn't last but he hit that magic point often enough that I was almost ready to shoot a load myself when the music stopped. He held himself inside me long enough to make me hope he was shooting his load. If he did, he didn't indicate it, nor did the host. I found myself somewhat disappointed with this party since I wasn't getting the amount of cock I had during the previous party. That was when the host's words ran through my mind again. " Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight." All the sudden I wasn't so sure I wanted cum in my ass. "Tops," he suddenly announced, "I'm going to change the rules here a bit. Have any of you cum yet?" Apparently none of them had. "Since all of you have had the opportunity to sample all of the bottoms, I'm sure you might have decided which ones you want to breed. I'm now going to stop the music at my discretion, but you get to choose which bottoms you fuck. Is that acceptable?" Apparently it was. I felt a cock enter my ass and settle, pelvis against my ass. "The only thing now is that once you've cum, you have to move to one of the other bottoms. Let's be fair to them all, since these cum-dumps have come here to serve you and take you without ever knowing who you are. Perhaps you might consider rewarding them all." Once the music started, I remembered the way this particular top had fucked me and worked my anal muscles despite that quietly nagging thought that I might be trying to work a load of cum out of an HIV positive cock. I snapped my fingers, took a huge shot of poppers and relaxed to the fucking. Since I had done the poppers that heavily, I hadn't realized that our host had let the music run longer. I didn't hear my present top change his breathing and he wasn't particularly vocal, but I suddenly guessed that he had bred me when he plunged into me and held my ass tight to his pelvis for quite a bit of time. I think I felt a warmth inside me and hoped that he had just cum while also hoping he wasn't the positive top. Once the music stopped, our host announced the first breeding of the night. I felt a warm feeling about my being the first but was still concerned about the HIV. "We have our first breeding of the night! The top might take a few minutes to rest and rejoin but we are going to continue for the other two." Apparently, out of order I felt a cock plunge into my ass before the music restarted. I was happy to have it but, suddenly, realized that, if the other guy wasn't the positive, this one might be. I snapped my fingers again. Apparently this top was that close to cumming. I felt him grabbing my hips and holding himself into my ass for a noticeable time before the music stopped. Our host announced the second breeding of the night. He had, absolutely, cum in me. The tops were apparently multi-orgasmic. Either that or there were some tops that our host hadn't told us about and sneaked them in. I ended up fucked four or five more times and, puzzling to me, apparently got bred three more times that evening. This evening wasn't as physically demanding as the previous party and I was pretty much aware of what was happening. I know for a fact that I had taken at least four loads of cum from the tops. I had conflicting feelings since I wanted to be fucked bare and take loads inside me but didn't really want to be infected. "Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We're about to have the final round since the tops have told me that they've got to leave soon. I'm going to let them breed whichever bottom they choose to, no music, no time limit. The ones not being fucked to breed will be released to the waiting area so that they can leave if they wish." I snapped my fingers, got my shot of poppers, not sure if I was hoping to be chosen or released. I felt a hand on my ass just before his cock plunged into my slick, sloppy ass. I took a deep breath or three once I accepted I was going to be one of the last three bred and was going to get another load of cum. I was just praying that he wasn't the positive one. "Tops," he finally announced, "Let the final breeding begin." I felt the top's cock pull slowly out and plunge in. This was the fucking I was far more used to. Once the cock was plunging in and out, I knew I was going to get cum. Paul had led me to love being fucked bare and I had quickly learned to love having him shooting his hot load of cum inside me. Now I was just a cum-slut taking cock from a man I didn't know, hadn't seen, knew nothing about and was enjoying taking every inch of his cock as it plunged into and pulled out. I forced myself to control my breathing while waiting for him to finish. I had no idea how many times this top had cum but knew that it always took longer after cumming. Though I was enjoying the fucking, I was beginning to wonder if my top had overestimated his ability to deliver another load of cum. Suddenly his rhythm faltered and I felt him meet my ass. This time I was sure I felt a load of cum being shot into my ass. I took a short breath and snapped my fingers for the poppers which were under my nose immediately. As the rush of the poppers flowed over me I heard him telling me, "I hope you got what you wanted." My blood ran cold.

Undetectable loads have a very low risk. It is almost like safe sex.

I was at my office yesterday and we were having a big client event for the fireworks scheduled for the evening. There were already about 100 people there and I went to the mens room to take a leak and fired up Grindr. There was a guy and it said he was 50' away. Damn.. I figured he was at our event and when I saw his face I remembered talking to him and thinking he was hot and very friendly. The type that reached out to touch your arm when he talked to you. I found him and he smiled at me. we talked a little and I said, "So, I see you are on Grindr too" and he laughed. "I wondered how long it would take you." He felt my arm and stealthily ran his hand down my back and squeezed my ass. My Grindr profile makes it clear what I want. I invited him to see the back office that we are going to lease out and he followed me. In no time flat, that door was locked and I was on my knees sucking his fat uncut cock. I felt like he wanted more so I pulled off, stood up and dropped my pants and bent over the desk. He spit in his hand and lubed up his cock. I spit and lubed up my ass and I reached back and pinched his long foreskin and tucked it in my hole. He pushed ahead and sort of used it like a delivery tube sending his cock in my ass. I love that action any time I can find one long enough to do it with I take advantage of it. He fucked me real slowly but pushed in deep and grunted on each stroke. He was quite long, likely 7 or 8 but not too thick so it was an easy relaxing fuck. He was hard as steel and in no time I was getting an assload of hot cum. We straightened up and went back in and just as we got back to the office a redheaded woman smiled, waved and came to us. He chuckled and said, Hey Marc, this is my wife Jeanne." We shook hands, I gave them both my business card and we parted company. About an hour later I got a text and it was him asking to see the other office again. I went home with two of his loads up my ass. Entertaining clients isn't so bad sometimes, but I am always surprised at the number of married guys who like bare fucking.

I went back over to his place a few nights ago. We smoked a few bowls and then I started sucking on his cock. I deep throated it, getting it nice and slobbery. Then I climbed up on his bed and got on all fours. I put my face down, arched my back pushing my ass out, and looked back at him. I asked him,"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" He lined his dick up against my hole and shoved in. There was never even a discussion of condoms. He knew he could have it anyway he wanted. He fucked me until I came hands free and he planted another hot load up my slutty ass.

Sweet! Thank you so much for the feedback so far, I have been promising myself to actually finish one of my multiple chapter stories and hopefully go back to a few I have written but haven't typed on the site. I will always try and keep you fellas entertained and turned up with the story progression, and tweak it if it is lacking something. Each one is done from memory otherwise haha. This next one was my favorite between the two actual guys... How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part II I was groveling pathetically and subserviently on the sheets before my hairy well-tanned top. He had my suck on his index finger as he stroked that bulky dick before me and slapped it with a solid *clop* across the right side of my cheek. "Please..." I begged him as I wiggled my pert asscheeks in the air and arched my back slightly. He reached back and grabbed a handful of one cheek in his strong grip and clenched then unclenched his fingers to repeatedly manhandle me for his amusement. "Yeah, fuck one more into you," he mounted my ass pushing it quickly and forcefully flat on the bed and crammed his cock entirely from head to balls in a near singularly swift motion. I shot up moaning and straining to pull myself forward while gripping the top part of his bedspread so his ever thickening dick wouldn't be so firmly lodged inside me. Cum dripped and gushed as his balls slapped mercilessly the thundering beat of his slam fuck he was giving my quivering cumhole. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm cuuu--aahhh!" My orgasm was muffled as he stuffed my face into a pillow and continued the last few steady and quite satisfyingly loud thrusts into my young hole that he was inseminating with his mature load and made note of the large wet spot where he had fucked my cum right out of me. "That ass won't be the same after us tonight man," he chuckled more to himself than to me. I didn't know what to say really and was unsteadily trying to dress myself. My ass felt so good but ached dully as though a long slow dick was still snaking in and out of me just for good measure, and the cum he had once again decided to pump me full of was already demanding release. I wanted to just leave, and not let him have the pleasure of hearing from the nearby bathroom all his jizz splattering out of my hole and reliving his conquest of using me so easily since I was so stupid for just being duped by a stud who seemed so straight to me otherwise if I hadn't seen the e-mails and lived through the fuck he had just delivered. I couldn't believe how quickly I made it to the other guy's place... And when I knocked on the door, he nearly immediately opened it. Standing at 6'6" he was unbelievably tall. Much like the other guy, he had a distinctive look that I would say was somewhere firmly between what I had imagined was a traditional arab and a fresh off the boat type latin guy. Very rugged, fit, masculine, and built though his frame was quite slim. He wore nothing but low hanging swears and his adonis lines showed clearly. My dick came to life bouncing beneath the surface of my clothing, begging for release though my ass tightened in nervous anticipation of how large that snake he had to wield would be. I knelt to begin to suck his cock and pull down his sweats but he pulled me up off the wooded floor and turned me around and with a surprising amount of ease picked me up and tossed me onto the plush bed so I landed on my stomach. He tore off what little clothing I had to expose my bare cum laden hole. He slipped out of his sweats letting them hit the wooden floorboards silently and with slow anticipation he climbed onto the bed on all fours over me and positioned his cock just over my ass. I had my eyes directly forward on the headboard before me, as I didn't dare look back incase he decided to punish my hole for trying to eye his cock. He leaned to his left grabbing a lube bottle from the nightstand and rolling poppers to me as well. I hit them eagerly and deeply when he started squirting the cool gel on my hole. His dick was not long behind and pushing firmly. "Wha!" I could not believe what I was feeling as he stretched my hole ever more apart with his wonderfully thick fuck baton. It was way thicker than what I had thought would be going inside me and he knew it. No wonder he wanted to go second. If I had started with him, it would have just been all blood and tears...or maybe I was just getting dramatic because of how I felt like my ass was barely containing the amount of meat he crammed and fucked ravenously up inside with a wicked curve. I was breathless during the assault and just surrendered to the one who took over and now owned my ass. "This is some good cunt boy," he whispered with his chest pressed against mine so his full weight flattened me even more and he forced my legs apart just a bit more so I had no choice but to let him force his invading ethnic dick anywhere it desired and all the pre-cum that steadily drained from it, "You know what is gonna happen to that little boy puss, huh?" He breathed mockingly. I merely panted as his thrusts got insistent and shortened in their quick lightning jabs inside me til I could feel the intensely warm and thick creamy present he buried into some point past my second hole. I couldn't believe he kept every drop so deeply nestled inside me I wasn't going to have any cumming out unless I really tried to get it out. "Can I--" I began. "Use the bathroom?" He finished with a laugh as he popped out of me tugged at his cock gathering up the ass juice and the last bit of his cum onto his fingers and pushed his fingers into my mouth to lick and clean without hesitation, "No. You're driving with my special load stuffed nice and good inside that useless fuck hole of yours. Wouldn't want you not getting the most out of that jizz." "Special load? You guys aren't poz, right?" I asked though I know I had asked almost a half dozen times in the e-mails and they denied, denied, denied. "Well, you wouldn't have been such a sweet and willingly little pump n dump for me if you had known, right?" He commented as if it was an observation of the weather. I was stumbling out the door, clothes barely hanging on in any decent way, wide-eyed, cum-stuffed, and aching inside and out of my hole he had bred so enthusiastically, "Don't worry slut, you might get lucky...I'm undetectable these days...but that ass was pretty torn and damn..you got such a huge load. Call me if you want to own up to liking that hole getting used for poz dick. Love neg guys who know what they are good for." It would be three weeks before I got up the nerve to go get tested...and of course they had done their job all too well. The test results said I was choc full of HIV. It had been so easy for them and I though tricked some..all too willing...and now...well now... It was my turn to fuck some neg hole over and keep the chain going.

Proper attitude for a top. Nice!

Making My Dreams Cum True I went to a leather bar in New York, dressed in my leather chaps, vest and cap. I had been there several times, hoping on each occasion to hook up with one particular very hot Leather Man. We had eyed each other a few times, but nothing had happened. This particular Friday night I intended to try harder, so I wore a worn, tight pair of 501s which displayed my tight ass quite well. Shortly after entering the bar, I headed to the men’s room, and in the process brushed-up against him as he lounged against the bar. Sure enough he followed me into the restroom, and stood at the urinal next to me. Naturally, my cock immediately came to attention and, upon noticing it, he drawled “Boy, that cock sure looks good, and your butt looks even better!" I replied “I’d sure like your cock to know my tight hole better.” Giving me a somewhat sinister look he asked “You bareback?” “Well, I’ve never been barebacked, but you’re so hot I think I just might. If you’re safe.” “Yeah, I’m safe,” he replied, and with that we agreed to meet the following night at his place. Finally Saturday night arrived. All day I had been both excited and leery of barebacking with him, but the thought of playing with him took control. At least that’s what my asshole seemed to be saying as it twitched throughout my day time activities. When I arrived at his apartment he gave me a drink to relax, and it definitely worked. In short order I was so fucking horny I don’t think I had ever before felt so excited. Looking back, I’m sure he had spiked my drink, just to put me in the mood to have my neg hole used raw. He took me down into his dimly lit dungeon where a leather sling hung next to a leather draped which was illuminated by two large candles on opposing sides of the table. He instructed me to lay in the sling. I eagerly complied, and within seconds found myself restrained. He opened a drawer which was filled with toys. My cock remained rock hard as I anticipated the pleasures that were before me as he selected a large dildo and slowly worked it up my quivering hole. Man, I was utterly overwhelmed in sexual excitement, and naturally wanted more and more, so I was not all that surprised when I found myself begging for his raw cock, which only made him ply my hole all the harder. Even so, after thoroughly loosening up my ass, he slowly and deliberately removed his leather cod piece, and then lowered the sling so he could straddle over my mouth, ordering me to slowly lick his cock and announce my desires. So I found myself speaking to his cock, telling it I wanted, no, I needed hot cum in my hole. Slowly his cock began to rise. Damn, it was unbelievably large – perhaps as much as nine inches of pure man muscle, when fully erect. Fuck, I needed to be fucked. Perhaps reading my mind, he raised the sling into position over the leather draped table, and positioning the candles to provide the necessary lighting, he used a pre-prepared turkey baster to insert a white liquid into my ass, pausing briefly only to explain the liquid was cum that he had saved-up just for the occasion. Damn, I was so ready to receive his hot hard cock deep within my ass. Involuntarily I found myself begging to feel it, and to my pleasure he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole and whispered “What do you want?” “My ass full of your cum,” I whispered in reply. He slowly worked his cock into my ass, sliding it in and out, preparing it for his eventual assault. “This is only the beginning,” he advised as he varied his pace and the angle of insertion, giving me a wide range of sensations to enjoy. As the tension increased, again I found myself begging for his load, but he cautioned me saying “Not so fast. You’ve gotta earn the right to enjoy my gift. And that means I’m in charge.” With that he withdrew, and inserting the turkey baster again into my ass, he forced additional cum into my hole, but this time he used a small brush to work it in deeply. Fuck, what a feeling! To be filled with man cum, lubing my hole in preparation for his raw cock. Damn! It was like being fucked for the first time, all over again! After he had vigorously abraded my hole, the brush bristles were pink with my blood. “Your hole is ready to receive my man cum. Is this what you want?” “Absolutely,” I replied. My hole was in desperate need of his cum. With that he pushed his rock hard cock deep into my ass. Again he asked "What do you want?" “Your cum,” I replied, as he fucked deeper and deeper. “Again,” he demanded. “I need your cum, Sir." “Well then, you will receive it. If you truly want the seed of lust, Boy. You do know what I mean, don’t you Boy? "Yes, Sir, your seed,” I replied. “You know my seed is special, don’t you, Boy. That it’s charged hot seed. You want my special seed in your hole, don’t you, Boy?” My hole twitched and tightened on his cock in acknowledgement. I was absolutely ready to be blessed with his seed, but he slowed the assault on my hole, and delayed gifting me, asking yet again “Are you willing to take my poz load deep into your ass and to be almost certainly be converted?” My hole relaxed as if to let him drive his cock home Damn! I was gonna get a poz load! My hole rejoiced with excitement beyond anything I had known before. I looked directly into his intense eyes and shot my final neg load all over myself as, with a final thrust, he announced “As you wish, Boy. Here’s my poz seed!” blowing volley after volley of his charged load deep into my ass. The next weekend, four of his friends would each blow his load into my ass – just as a reward to me for being such a good bottom boy. Ah, if only in my dreams!

It was a pleasant 4th of July, the temps had finally diminished to a almost comfortable level, dropping from the low 100’s to the low 90’s. I had dinner with the family and easy conversation while watching a few movies, and returned home to find frightened kitten cowering in the hall, the furthest from any window where the fireworks could be heard booming outside. Calmed cat down, I cuddled with my fiancé, and soon it was almost 11:00 PM and we were both drifting off to sleep, but I decided to check my phone and, as an after thought, hit the Grindr icon, as I hadn't checked in all day. Almost immediately saw I had two messages. The first had been sent at 10:30 that morning. I kicked myself as the message said “Feeling piggy. Hosting all day.” The message had been sent by a hot 28 year old. I replied explaining I had just seen the message and was sorry I couldn’t participate in his piggy fun since I was already in bed. The second message was from a guy 'Bottom Pig Boy', who said “White 25 thin college boy looking for regular guy for fun and $ome help with school.” “Bottom Pig Boy,” I replied, “I only fuck raw and I don’t pull out. Do you?” I waited a few minutes and was about to put phone down when he replied back with two pictures of his ass and a frontal of torso/cock. I spent the next half hour messaging back and forth and finally told the boy I was falling asleep and would text him in the morning if he was still looking. In the morning boyfriend indicated he was going out for bike ride and would be back in a few hours before it got too f’king hot, so I texted the pig boy that I was free to cum over and he shot me an address which was about three miles away. I arrived to a modest home, thinking he must not really need the money if he lived here. I knocked and he answered in a jock strap low slung basketball shorts and a tank top. His body looked great and might have been one of a 25 year old but he looked much younger, much more like a teenager, so I asked to see his identification. He sheepishly produced a driver's license which clarified that he had actually just turned 18. I frowned at seeing this and he admitted to having falsified his age, but he added "Would you have agreed to come over if you knew I was just 18?” I told him I might have if he had been honest with me to begin with and started to retreat. “Please Daddy stay, I’m sorry for deceiving you,” he begged and I let the little pig plead and beg me, while making it look like I was on my way towards the door. Finally he placed himself between me and the door and kissed me deeply. I had him. He was going to be mine. I pulled out a liability release I had drafted for just such cases, and he signed readily before dropping down to suckle my cock through my shorts, running his hands up my body and pinching my nipples, finally pulling out my hardening cock and deep throating me. I felt my cock hit the back of his mouth and placed a hand on his head. He had offered me a little bottle of water when I had arrived and I had consumed about half of it. At this point I finished it off, and, holding his head on my nearly ridged cock, I let the stream begin slowly at first but letting the pressure increase as he gulped down my piss. When I stopped the flow he stood up and shared the last drops with me in a passionate kiss. After a couple of minutes of making out, he told me of his predicament: the house belonged to his parents who were away for the weekend. He also explained he and his best friend had been going at it since his birthday a couple months back, but the BF was gone for the weekend, which left his totally horned up and, since his part time job paid minimum wage, basically broke. Finally, he was staring at large tuition payments that he would need to shoulder alone, as his parents' income made him ineligible for financial aid, but at the same time they had refused to help cover his bills when he had messed up in his first semester of college. Too much fucking around. We made out on the couch for a bit and he laid me back and rimmed my hole, getting me rock hard then he slid up my body and began kissing me, sinking his ass down my steel shaft, using only his spittle for lube. He was tight and it felt not quite cleaned out as good as he could be, so I told him I needed to finish pissing. Sure enough, when he slid off me, my cock covered with both his ass juices and spots of blood and brown speckles. This didn't phase him, however. He immediately dropped down and cleaned off my cock, then offering me his hand lead me upstairs to what I figured was the master suite and lead me into an enormous shower enclosure with a seat across one end. TBC

It was getting really late, I'd had a few beers, and I kept trying to meet Tim's gaze, but he was firmly sitting on his daddy's lap, and barely paying attention to me. It had been a good night - I'd surprised myself by having a good time, but it was getting to the point where I should really head on home. Tim and his daddy, however, were basically making out on one of the three couches in the large living room like they couldn't breathe without each other. I tried not to notice how the older man's hand was down the back of Tim's shorts. They'd been together a couple of weeks, and - like always - Tim had thrown himself full force into their relationship. I'd learned more about his sex life in the last few weeks than I'd known about my own. It wasn't that Tim had bad taste - far from it - if I was honest with myself, I was far more attracted to Tim's boyfriend Bill than was Tim himself. Tim was like me - a college kid, slim, handsome enough (I guess), and lean and toned from a mix of the gym and the basketball court, but the guy with his hand down his shorts was bigger, about two decades older (at least), with a short cropped beard and buzz-cut that made me think of a soldier or something. He was thick armed, thick chested, and if he had a bit of a gut, it suited him. Bill was masculine, to say the very least, as were most of his friends. I knew Tim had met Bill at a local gay pub - one that generally sported older guys rather than guys our age - but I wasn't entirely sure on the rest of the details of their relationship. Or at least, not outside the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, I knew a lot about it, including Bill's propensity for ropes and knots, handcuffs, spanking, and a whole other list of stuff that made my stomach react. Not necessarily in a queasy way, either. Every time I saw him, I couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to be tied up and at his mercy. I tried not to imagine his hands down my shorts. I was on one of the other two couches, beside another couple - Robert and Andrew - who had apparently been together about a decade, and had known Bill for about that long. They were almost mirror images of each other - stocky guys with shaved heads and short goatees - Andrew was blond to Robert's dark hair - and they even sported identical wife-beaters, which made it obvious that Robert was the hairier of the two. On the third couch was another of Tim's buds from school, Mark, who I didn't know very well - they had one class together, but I hadn't hung out with him much. He was a bit of a geek, glasses and all, and skinnier than us. I think he helped Tim with his essays, and Tim, in turn, tried to get him to go out a bit more. When Tim had invited us to this party, I'm sure Mark hadn't clued in that most of the guests - us excluded - would be Bill's age, which was why he looked so uncomfortable on the couch between the two guys who'd been talking to him for the last hour or so, heavy on the teasing and flirting. I wasn't sure if they were a couple or not. One was Mac, the other they called Big Al. Mac was - if I'd heard correctly - a corrections officer at the local jail. He had the look for it, he was definitely fit, and thickly so, and his voice was deep and I had no trouble imagining him directing others with it - upon pain of consequence. Big Al was definitely that - he wasn't a gym guy, but a power-lifter. His arms were massive, but his gut wasn't far behind. He had a bushy beard and a loud laugh. Big Al had just wrapped one huge arm around Mark and given him a sudden and tight hug, laughing about how "adorable and shy" he was when I decided I maybe needed to offer a rescue. When he'd invited me to the party, Tim had taken me aside and offered this advice: "Listen. Bill really wants you guys to come, but you know what Mark can be like. If the conversation dies, just ask 'em how they all met. They love to tell that story." So, since the time seemed ripe for a diversion, I blurted out the question "How did you guys all meet?" Big Al let go - Mark offered me a quick glance of thanks and pushed his glasses back onto his nose - and then laughed again. "Was it the key party?" he asked, looking over at Bill. Bill stopped sucking on Tim's face, and smiled. "Shit. I think it was. Us three, anyway," he said, pointing at Big Al and Mac. "A key party?" Mark asked, clearly not understanding the reference. Bill smiled and Tim squirmed a little against Bill's hand. I had no doubt at least one finger was roaming. Bill grinned, and raised his eyebrows in a bit of a leer at Mark. "Everyone tossed their keys into a bowl or a bag. You reach in, pull out a set, and that was who you played with." Mark blinked, and naïvely responded "Played with?" I felt my face blush as I got it. Big Al leaned in close to Mark's ear. "Sucked dick," he said, "or fucked. Y'know. Played. Back in the day it was all about fucking around, spunk everywhere." Mark blushed crimson, and Mac rubbed him on the head, messing up his hair. "Shit, I remember those," Robert said beside me, and Andrew chimed in with a smirk saying "Yeah, I'm sure you do." Bill smiled, and leaning forward just a bit, he reached into the front pocket of his jeans, and with some effort, pulled out his keys. He held them up, jingling. Tim laughed. "Seriously, honey?" He sounded nervous, or a little scared. His smile was nearly manic. I felt my stomach clench. "Uh," Mark said. "Aw, come on," Big Al said, and pulled out his own keys. "Trust me, kid. We had a lot of fun in those days." "Still do," Robert said, and reached into his jeans. Andrew swatted him on the shoulder, but it was half-hearted, and he was smiling. "I don't know," Mark responded, sounding positively squirrely. "Fine," Tim said, surprising me with his vehemence. He slid off Bill's lap - and Bill's hand came free of his shorts - and he left the room long enough to return with a large bowl, and his keys in hand. I stared, stunned, as he put them in the bowl and placed it on the table in the middle of the room. Tim looked at me. "It's up to you guys," he said, and his voice was even and a little strange. "Seriously. I take no responsibility." His smile was still tight, and a little tense. Mac leaned forward and tossed in his keys, as did Big Al. And Robert. Andrew got up and went for his jacket. Mark stared at me. My stomach was doing little flips. "You that eager to maybe have me fuck one of your friends, Tim?" Bill asked, griping Tim's ass. My hand was in my hoodie pocket and my hand was over the bowl before I could really think about what I was doing. My little flash-light key chain went into the bowl. All eyes turned to Mark, and I saw his hand tremble as he pulled out his small ring of keys - he had one of those plastic wrist loops on his dorm keys - and then he let go. He let out a little laugh as they went in, and I looked at Tim. Tim glanced away, looking at Bill. Holy crap. My whole body was shaking. Bill picked up the bowl and put a cloth napkin over it, shaking up the bowl of keys, and then held it out to Tim, saying "You first, baby." Tim bit his lip, and reached into the bowl, moved his hand around for a while, biting his bottom lip and being dramatic, then pulled out a set of keys with a black leather key chain. "Well hello, Tim," said Andrew. "Now what?" Tim asked, looking at Bill. He was breathing a little heavy, and shaking, but he also looked relieved, or perhaps resigned. I couldn't read him. "Now you and Andy go find yourself a room," Bill said, "and do what comes natural." "Natural is going to come pretty far up your ass," Andrew said, rising, "since Robert here never bottoms." Robert laughed. Tim reached out a hand, and Andrew took it, and led him out of the room while Robert laughed and Bill watched them go. Holy crap, I thought again, and then heard the door to one of the three bedrooms open and then close. Robert reached in next, and when he pulled out Mac's keys, which elicited a laugh from Mac. "Well, it's cocksucking, I guess, 'cause I sure as shit don't bottom either." The two left together, smirking. Bill held out the bowl to me, and I ran my hands through the plastic, metal, and cloth that was inside. When I pulled out a set of keys, no one spoke up. "Must be Robert's or Tim's" Bill said, placing them on the table. He held the bowl out to Mark, and he pulled out his own keys, turning bright red when he saw the plastic ring attached to the key he'd picked up. "Masturbation isn't an option," Bill said, and he took the keys from Mark and put them back in the bowl. He held the bowl out for Big Al, and Big Al drew my keys out, the little flashlight hanging off the end of the key he'd snagged. "Boy," Big Al said to me, smiling, adding "You better bottom, because Big Al hasn't had it for weeks." I could barely meet his gaze. My face felt like it was on fire. "Which leaves you and me," Bill said to Mark. "You mind if we take the last bedroom?" He was speaking to Big Al. "My, uh, toy chest is in there." Mark's eyes were huge. "No problem," Big Al said, and then gave Mark a shove. Mark rose shakily, and Bill put down the bowl and took Mark by the arm, leading him toward the master bedroom. "You'll never be the same," I heard him mutter to Mark as they walked, and then the door closed behind them. I looked at Big Al. He grinned broadly saying "Another boy bites the dust," laughing at his own joke. Then he spread his legs a bit wider, and groped his crotch through his jeans. "Get on over here and suck this, boy." (to be continued)

I shave ever so slowly and gently around my hole, don't actually drag the blade across it but stroke outwards away from the hole. Likewise, if you want to shave your taint and balls be sure to pull the skin as taught and flat as possible

I just use my regular Gilette razor. Put one leg on the toilet seat and shave one side close to my hole in my ass crack, then put the other leg up and shave the other side. Works for me. Use quality razors, not the cheap ones. I just use hot water to shave, no foam or gel. Same for my balls.

What a great experience. It's wonderful that you both can experience the joy of natural sex together and sharing each others loads. Keep it going...it sounds like you two are well matched to be remain longer term fuck buds.

If you're talking about the crack, not the buns, I use disposable razors. Not cheap ones! I always use a double blade at least; three, four or five blades are better but also more expensive. (I have never used an electric razor.)

Although I anticipated Joe would breed me next, Mark had a different plan, explaining to the two of us that Joe would have to wait, that he, Mark, was determined to convert me. So each night, for several weeks, night after night, Mark drilled his poz cock deep into my aching, utterly consumed hole, torturing my ass with his amazing cock until I would end-up begging him to blow his hot poz seed into my body. In particular I recall one night when Mark commenced our session by blowing on my ass lips, instructing me to pucker them, and then rimming my hole, his tongue a sort of magical key that could open even the strongest lock. Slowly he would tongue-fuck me, deeper and deeper with each thrust, taking full advantage as my hole gradually opened. Moreover, as Mark had been chewing some mint, when he spat on my ass lips, the sensation was both cool and oddly warm, with the result my lips would relax even further, mentally preparing me to not only be penetrated by his poz cock, but also preparing me for certain conversion. In the course of our play sessions Mark enticed me to open myself to more debauchery, occasionally suggesting “All in good time your hole will be pozzed, but first we need to expand your level of experience in the realm of pleasures.” I was putty in his sick imagination, and as he rubbed his glistening cock head against my awaiting hole, he would prime me further, asking “How does that feel, boy? Is your hole getting hot?” Hot didn’t even come close to adequately describing the sensations that were permeating my hole. It was virtually on fuckin’ fire, and I told him as much. “As it should be, boy,” he replied, withdrawing his cock, and donning a leather sheath which, when lubed with some special lubricant, he re-inserted his cock into my ass. Somehow I found myself wondering if the lube contained paprika or chili powder – at least those substances would explain why my hole was absolutely in heat. Damn, my ass was burning with a level of intensity I didn’t know one could experience, an intensity which I properly or improperly decided derived from the fact that Mark’s cum was laden with HIV, a virus I had come to love with an irrational passion. “Sir, plant your seed deep in my ass! I need to be converted by your toxic cum. It’s gotta seep deep into my wet, fired-up ass walls.” Grinning, Mark could not be persuaded to release his seed, and tortured me saying “Not yet, boy, we’ve gotta cool down the fire that’s burning in your hole.” His suggestion made sense. My ass was virtually inflamed with desire, no, the need to satisfy Mark’s cock. And, of course, my ass needed Mark’s toxic cum as an ointment. Yeah, I needed it bad, but Mark had his own agenda. He inserted himself and remained there static, commenting “I can see you have never been pissed fucked." "No, Sir, but my hole is definitely on fire, so do what you’ve gotta do,” I replied. With that Mark initially hesitantly, then with increasing vigor, began to release his piss into my ass, definitely extinguishing the fire, even as he filled my colon, which in turn excited me in a new fashion as the pressure of his piss began to pleasure my ass in an unexpected fashion. Damn, my cock was so hard I was stunned. What an experience! I found myself wondering why had I never before explored piss play? Well, after Mark had emptied his bladder into my hole, he ordered me into his shower, telling me to move quickly, where, once we couldn’t do any damage, he ordered me to expel his piss so it flowed onto his body. Man, what a relief! Afterwards we cleaned-up a bit, had a smoke, and I wondered what was next, particularly since I was utterly fuckin’ horny as I had not yet cum, but Mark had his own pace, and succeeded in causing my erection to subside by repeatedly (and lightly) slapping my cock with a small leather tasseled whip. His magnificent cock, of course, never subsided. After all, he was the Alpha male. Now ready to resume, we moved into another dimly lit room, where a sling, red-ensconced lights provided an earie cast, and floor to ceiling mirrors, as well as additional large mirrors anchored into the ceiling, created an aurora worthy of the Marque de Sade. Climbing into the sling, Mark efficiently bound my arms and legs with an experienced touch, as in the mirrors I could admire Mark from all angles, and, of course, see much of my body. A sense of utter gratitude possessed me: I knew this time I would get pozzed, and sure enough, as Mark swung me ever so slightly to and fro, tapping up against his erect cock so his cockhead nudged my ass lips, which gradually enveloped him, slowly, with each swing, my hole opened wider, and Mark’s cock correspondingly slid deeper and deeper into my body. As was his normal practice, each time his cock breached my hole Mark asked “What do you want?” There was only one possible answer: “Your poz cum, Sir.” Looking deep into my eyes, Mark surprised me with a new tact, answering “Then we need to ensure your hole adequately prepared to feed my poz cum.” Withdrawing, he produced a small brush, a toothbrush, in fact, and tortured my hole until the brush head showed pink with my blood. “We’re almost ready,” he remarked, adding “watch in the ceiling mirror as I prepare myself to breed your hole so this is a successful breeding.” Following his instructions, I watched as Mark used a small, cylindrical, sharply spiked instrument to lightly pierce his erect cock in several locations until his blood oozed forth in a surprisingly erotic image. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘this is amazing. What an image: Mark is dressed in full leathers, his cock dripping with blood. This time it’s gonna take. I know it will’. Now apparently satisfied, Mark again approached my ass, and slid his bloody, hot poz cock into me, pounding my hole with a diabolic frenzy. Looking into Mark’s lustful, all-consuming eyes, I repeatedly begged “Mark, please, please, plant your poz seed in my body, and let your toxic virus feed on my blood!” Wordlessly, Mark loosened the cod piece which had kept my cock under control. Almost instantly I sprung to a full erection. Smiling with genuine pleasure, Mark leaned over and kissed my raging cock, tenderly remarking “This will certainly be your last neg load.” “Oh fuck yeah,” I grunted as he pounded my hole, “that’s what I want. Poz me, Mark, fuckin’ do it, man. I’m tired of being ‘negative’ and wanna be special, just like you!” No sooner had I made my confession than his cock head hit my prostate one additional time, and I blew my load of neg cum all over my abdomen as well as Mark’s crotch. Mark also crossed the line of no return and blew volley after volley of hot, toxic sperm into my raw ass – the culmination of our combined intentions. As we slowly came down, we both smiled in mutual satisfaction, each completely convinced this time would work, that our mission was accomplished. The post lude? Well, life went back to seeming normalcy, until a few weeks later I came-down with an unseasonal bout of the flu, which when tested, proved to have been the fuck flu. I was now poz. I made it a point to see Mark, and he responded to the news by taking me into his arms and giving me a big hug and deep kiss, announcing “You are now part of my family, so let’s celebrate this coming weekend! It’s time for the seed of my poz brothers to also take root in your body, and I know Joe is up for the task. Yeah, Joe will be the first of many, boy." “Bring it on,” I replied.

Fucking me before shooting their loads, males usually tell me: " Mmmmmm what a fucking good ass", " You're a good slut", "You're my fucking cumwhore", "You're a good ass bitch", things like this, and usually" I've never been sucked like this before"... I love verbal guys who treats like the cum slut that I am. You can use my sweet hot holes for your pleasures or your buds's ones.

GOD! That sounds like a fucking HOT fuck session. Would love to have been in your place.

As close to no risk as possible. HIV cannot survive even seconds in AIR... Saliva is oxygenated, therefore Oral SEX either active or passive is pretty much the safest activity one can do

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”

Stopped by a few cruising spots today and failed miserably until the last one, a park. Sucked a latino guy off who blew as I was deepthroating him. Walked out and caught the eye of another latino guy who owns a building next to the park... so we ventured indoors, I sucked him, he fucked me with a condom, but didn't cum. Irritated I went home and a faceless profile messaged me on Scruff. 15 minutes later this very handsome white guy ~35yo is walking into my apartment telling me he's going to breed my tight hole and seed my pussy but he needs to be quick so his boyfriend doesn't find out. He slid right in and burst into me while we made out. Very hot. He saved my number under something else in his phone for next time so BF doesn't find out.

What's the problem with telling him outright "I want to go bareback", if that's what you want. However you phrase it, he's either into it or he's not, surely...?

I used to be in porn, on the other side of the camera, and finding guys is the easy part. Getting a good scene from them is another story. Except for performers who manage their careers well, the money is not in porn. A lot of the guys do porn so they can escort or dance. That's where the money is for most performers. It's advertising to get their name out there. There are also a lot of guys who think it might be fun. Most only do a scene or two because it's a lot of work. That 15/20 minute scene takes hours to shoot and there is a lot of stop, change positions, and go. And just about every top uses Viagra to keep it hard. Then there is the drama from the performers...don't get me started! However, the parties were a lot of fun. I have fond memories of Cole Youngblood. I wonder what happened to him.

Steve and David were brothers with only a year apart but David looked way younger than his age of 18 since he was only 5 6 " tall and skinny with an angelic face. Steve was bigger and stronger than most boys and was a star athlete of the town when he played a quarter back in high school football. Both brothers had blonde hair and blue eyes but Steve was over 6' tall and all muscular from many years of playing sports and farm works contrasting David's small body. Steve's body was tanned and hairy while David was pale and smooth. Many other boys used to tease them and called David , steve's "lil sis" since David also had a pretty face with big eyes and red puffy lips that made many girls jealous. David was often bullied by other boys since they were little and Steve had to rescue David from them. Many of Steve's friends were athletes from his team and they all hung out together with David as well through out the high school. David went to NYC to attend a university and Steve stayed behind to take over the farm work after his injury. Two brothers haven't seen each other for almost a year since David's move and steve was excited to see his younger brother returning home for the summer. He spotted his best pal. Nick who also went to school in NYC, getting off the train followed by his younger brother. Steve ran towards them and threw arms around both of his favorite people, his friend and his little brother. Steve was unprepared and shocked as his little brother's fat moist lips touched Steve's lips instead of his cheeks like other times. What shocked Steve more was how sweet the taste of his little brother's lips left on his as he licked his own lips. Steve looked down at his brother's beaming smile and thought how his little bro looked like a pretty girl. When they broke the embrace, Steve led them to his truck followed by David and Nick who was carrying both their luggage. Nick threw the luggages on the back of the truck and 3 of them got in. David was in the middle and Nick put his arms around David to pull him closer and said, " Make sure you give the driver enough room." David giggled like a little girl. On their way home, David talked about his life in NYC and didn't stop until the truck pulled in front of Nick's dad's trailer. Nicks real dad passed and his mom sold the ranch next to Steve and David and bought a trailer for Nick next to her and her younger black lover. She married him and got heavily into drugs and sex and died from OD. Nick and his mom's husband bonded not like usual step dad but in a special way so Nick kept the trailer even after he moved to NYC. Steve saw Nicks arm was around David the whole ride. Steve and Nick carried the bags to Nicks trailer. Steve saw a naked Mexican boy with goggles on in the bedroom working with some things that reminded of chemistry lab before Nick hurriedly closed the door and took the bags out of Stevens hands and thanked him. Steve went back to his truck and sW David talking to Nicks "dad". His name is Mike and he's only few years older around 25 or so even though he fucked Nicks mom who was older. Steve heard and saw them fucking few times as they fucked in public often and thought Ike was a sexual predator as he saw his pale white younger brother close to Mike. As Steve rushed to them, he. He heard David saying, " I want it again Mike. Please give it to me." before they saw steve and Mike walked away. As Steve drove away, he saw Mike in front of his trailer smoking a glass pipe and blowing out thick white smoke and David was glued to the window watching him with unknown look new to steve. Steve tried to ignore but both Nick and David were different and they acted strange. Nick was helping steve around the ranch for the summer gor dropped off by Mike every morning. One day while they were working in the barn, Nick showed some porns on his phone and Steve wanted to get his phone from his room so Nick could show how to get it himself as well. But when he walked in to house, he saw Mike smoking in the arm chair naked while David was kneeled between the legs with his throat stuffed while he rubbed his nose at the pubic hair of mike's.... Mike was smoking from the same glass pipe as before and when David took a break and pulled off of mikes cock, he took the pipe as well. Steve was surprised to see his innocent little bro being good at sucking a cock like a town ho but mostly cuz it was a huge monster 13" black cock that his brother was taking all the way in his tiny white throat. Steve started to get hard as he grabbed his phone and took few snaps before walked back out to the barn. Nick hurriedly put his phone away and dropped it when he saw Steve and Steve picked it up and saw what Nick was watching as he was about to hand it to him and got a second surprise of the day. It was little David chewing down on mikes cock from Mikes angle but behind Mike. " sorry about that, ,man". Nick tried to sound apologetic but his still tenting bulge showed he wasn't as sorry as his words. " well he's his own man and likes what he likes." Steve tried sounding casual but both of them couldn't stop watching the live feed video of David and Mike smoking and having an oral sex. It was Mikes grunting that broke the trance viewing and they saw white liquid leak around the red puffy lips and wiry thick black pubic hair and heard slurping noise probably David's loud and clear and repeatedly for few minutes before the screen on the phone went blank. "So tell me everything now". Nick started to talk about how both David and he found out they were gay and fooled around growing up. One day they started fool around while. His mom and Mike were fucking in the living room. David wanted to watch it so they hid and watched for few minutes before got caught by Mike. Mike pulled out his cock from nicks mom who was half conscious and stayed in the position as Mike motioned us to approach. He lit up a pipe and took a hit and told them to watch and follow. They did few times til Mike grabbed David's head and kissed roughly and told Nick to shove his hard cock into David's pussy while pulling the cheeks apart and showed David's pink hole wincing and twitching for cocks. That's how they fucked for the first time and David has been fucked by both Nick and Mike and most other boys from the school who I thought were bullies. Nick told me most of the times that I " rescued" my lil bro, he wasn't being bullied but he was probably getting fucked and bred by the boys. So my innocentlil bro turns out to be the biggest ho in town.

As I had been told, the following weekend I met Joe, and he, Mark and I had a very intense weekend. Joe arrived at about 8:00 PM on Friday evening, greeting Mark and me with a bear hug. Just looking at him, my cock twitched with excitement, especially as his cock was bulging in his tight 501 Levi jeans. He was about 6' 2", was nicely built, had a full head of dark, even black hair, as well as a full black beard. Just my type. Mark led us down into the dungeon where we had a few drinks while watching the TIM film, Viral Loads. Seated between Mark and Joe, two hot leather men, my cock involuntarily got harder and harder. Noticing as much, and gauging I was ready, Mark pushed my head down onto Joe’s lap, ordering me to “Lick the wet spot on my buddy’s crotch.” Of course I was more than willing to do so. Joe opened his jeans and extracted his seven inch cock, which was, as I suspected, already hard. I devoured every inch. Mark, meanwhile, managed to rip a hole in the ass of my jeans, and vigorously fingered my hole with two fingers, and then even managed to place a wet kiss on my ass lips. Damn, my hole wanted to get more and more, and both Joe and Mark were just the men to give me what I wanted. Picking me up, Joe carried me to his sling where he expertly restrained me. This was the same sling where I had my ass had received its first poz load from Mark. Now it was time to willingly take more of his highly toxic cum deep into my ass. I had been anticipating this second baptism the entire week, and damn, my hole was more than ready. Before this would happen, however, Mark ordered me to worship his poz seed, and I was to accomplish that through the respectful worship of his cock, which he facilitated by standing directly behind my head, and allowing me to lick his soft cock and balls, sporadically, however, withdrawing from my reach, teasing me, urging me to describe the desire I felt for his manly member. The courtly language of the past sprung to mind, and seemed to suit the occasion: “Your cock is the erotic gifter of the pleasures I seek,” and “Let your member speak to me, and return my lust,” and again, “Oh sir, fill me with your cock and leave with me your toxic poz seed.” Slowly, with the dignity the occasion merited, Mark's cock rose to its full dignity, which, of course, turned-on Joe, who all this time had been preparing my ass with a large dildo which he inserted into my body through the hole Mark had ripped in the seat of my jeans. My cock, meanwhile, strained against my jeans, leaking pre-cum in generous quantities, which soaked through the jeans, and led Mark to pull my jeans off, and, securing my cock by the base to discourage further erection, he snapped a leather cod piece on my cock. Both leather men continued to use my body, Mark, by fucking my face, and Joe by rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, teasing my hole with his juicy dock head. Man, I was so fuckin’ horny. Perhaps thinking of the film we had been watching, Joe then used a baster to squirt a generous quantity of cum into my ass, confirming my unspoken question, that yes, it was poz cum. Just to add to the experience, Mark then slid a frozen cum popsicle into my mouth, which, in softening, left me feeling totally immersed in toxic poz cum: toxic poz cum dripping into my hole, and no less erotic, toxic poz cum was melting in my mouth. “It’s now time for you to receive more of my highly toxic cum,” Mark intoned, and apparently having choreographed the move, Mark and Joe moved the portable sling over to the leather breeding table, and in a deft movement, Mark slid a chrome speculum into my hungry hole, which made it easy for him to squeeze the contents of a condom into my cavity. I was gratified when Mark casually remarked the poz seed he was now giving me was from Joe, and that it constituted no less than four loads. As the last drops of Joe’s load disappeared into my hole, Mark removed the speculum, and inserted his magnificent, toxic gifter cock. My cock throbbed under its leather cod piece, and my hole was on fire. Mark’s cock felt so good. My ass muscles tightened around his cock, welcoming it, pleading with it to plunge deeper, ever deeper. Mark, however, was not one to be hurried, and established his own pace in splitting me open. Slowly, gradually, Mark moved deeper, ignoring my pleas that he plunge in balls-deep. Joe, meanwhile, was not one to stand aside idly, but rather he stood over my head, and slid his cock into my mouth, face-fucking me as only a leather man can carry off, his cock head drooling generous quantities of poz cum in the process, which told me he was approaching his climax, as was Mark, who groaned he was about to blow his toxic poz load into my hole – poz seed for both my willing and desirous mouth and my no less willing and desirous ass. Just then, as I thought Joe was about to blow his load deep in my throat, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and managed to order to me extend my tongue, which I did just in time for him to blow his load on my lips, face, chin and tongue. Oh man, his hot poz cum on my tongue, and while I was tempted to immediately relish it, Joe forestalled by action by immediately licking-up the stray drops of cum, and sharing all of it with me in a deep, all-encompassing kiss, a kiss that surely pushed Mark over the top, and he announced as much by yelling “Receive my poz load!” as he blew another deadly load in my hole.

If you can get his dick rubbing your hole it will probably end up in you bb. Take your time, and dont make it obvious are trying to get him to bb you. i have had married guys who only play safe bb me with the condom right there next to us on the bed. i usually spen a while sucking them, then slowly work up their body and straddle them. Easy to get an erect cock knocking at the door. rub and wiggle on it and you will get bred. i think i only failed once.

Just took numerous loads yesterday and my ass is still leaking cum. My buddy called me over to his house yesterday morning where he had all of our buddies, their buddies, and all of their buddies. There had to be at least 90 guys there. They fucked me all day and all nite. I got there around 7am and didn't leave til 11pm. Every pounded my ass like no tomorrow. They all took 10+ turns on me. I lost count. I took so many loads im not sure how many i really took up my ass.

This is so funny and so true! I love breeding guys who are in fairytale gay marriages. The best part is being invited over when hubby is out, and fucking on the same bed. Gay married men who cheat tend to feel guilty, which makes for long gaps in contact. Eventually, though, sexual need always wins out over guilt. I wish that these men -- and their husbands -- could understand that love has nothing to do with where you put your dick.

I like it when he wants to share me with friends because they have to experience it for themselves

I dreamed about James and his brother marrying me. Then we were in Africa with Jam and other naked black men. I guess it was our honeymoon or something. Then James left me and Jam and his buddies put me with their women. The women painted and decorated my body and I started to grow breasts and looked like a real woman. My penis seem to get smaller and it started to look like a little clit. Then Jam fucked me and my stomach blew up like a pregnant woman and I started to cry but Jam kept his fucking then it got dark all around us. I knew Jam was still fucking just by the feel but I couldn't see him. I tried to open eyes wider to see if I could make anything around me. Finally I opened my eyes and realized I was dreaming. But it wasn't all dream since there was someone fucking me in sleep. When I tried to move to see who it was, a voice told me now to move and hold it still. He fucked me hard but didn't want me to move or say anything. When I moaned, he shoved his sock into my mouth. I felt like I ws being used for the first time. He was basically jerking himself off with my ass. But soon, I was enjoying his cock and I started to cum again. The boy must have felt me cumming but didn't slow down or stop. He made me cum 2 more times till he came. As I saw what he looked like, I was concerned at how young he was although I couldn't tell he was so young from the size of his cock. He left the room without saying much and when I got downstairs, he was standing by the scary but sexy black man who name I learned is Matt and that was his son who fucked me and he's only 14. I was sure people knew that the little boy fucked me but i was scared at the fact he was such a minor that I didn't say anything. James and I wanted to go out for some food. The kid wanted to come with us . James told him to ask his brother as well and arranged to meet him by the door. As we were getting ready, I realized my clothes were missing. I don't even remember where I put them if I did bring it to this house. I was naked in the car and we made many stops on the way. James, although young, had more muscle and he wore his pants bigger than his size so they were all huge on me. The 14 yo told me I could wear his clothes and handed me a gym shorts and a t shirt. Top fit me fine and the shorts were my size except I was way taller than him and had a rounder ass. The shorts fit tight and since I wasn'[t wearing underwear it hugged my cheeks and showed the crack. James told me I look like a fag. As we walked out the door, I jumped with shock as I saw the kids' brother. He was taller than James and more muscular. And his face was perfect. He was so hot looking that I would have wanted him even before last night and after the drug sex of last night, I had to fight off the urge to get on my knees right there. They walked ahead of me and the 14 yo walked right behind me. After we ate, we walked back home and saw some checking us out. I guess they were eyeing me since I was the only non-black person in this hood. When we got back Josh returned and everyone was tidying up the place and preparing for their trip. Josh took me to the bedroom upstairs and started to ask me how I was doing. I told him what I could tell of the sexual experience of last night and he told me he knew they'd like me. I told him I loved James and Josh told me to be careful and not get confused between love and lust. He told me how his first time was with James and Robert. I realized that James would have been only 16 at that time as he finished his story. I took courage and told him about the 14 yo and Josh started to laugh. He had no clue that the kid was into fucking. I asked him where he disappeared to. Josh told me only the new converts get those four since they are the hottest boys in their circle. Most guys get into drugs, jails, and gangs. As Josh finished packing, he asked me if I wanted to join them on their road trip. I told him that I was free till I start my job at school in September but I don't know if I should go with them. I was starting my job as a high school teacher. When we reached downstairs, Josh told them about me being free and the decision was made for me. I was riding with James and the kids in Matt's car and Josh was ridng with Sam, Jam and Robert. As we were leaving, I was curious of what happened to my girlfriend and they showed me the web TV show she was perfoming for their friends. I could see that she woke up horny and wanted to continue where she left off as she was taking two black men both in her pussy and clearly they were breeding her pussy as their white cum coating their black cocks were easy to see. The trip was okay but Josh seem to have more fun on the road than me. We were mostly dong our own things. I read and played games on my phone. Both kids were playing games. James paid some attention to me but since we were with the kids, he started to be on his phone as well. At nights, we shared the room with the kids so had very little sex. Josh was getting alot from all the grownups. One night we decided to camp as we were passing near Grand Canyon area. Again we were in the kids' tent but couldn't sleep especially with the sex noise from the other tent. James led me to the woods and started to fuck me. Once we started to fuck, we wanted longer and wilder. We visited the adult tent and saw a bit of Josh under all four black man. James and I took hits of some drugs and continued our fucking. After we both came few times, we were back in the tent and James was still horny from the drug and so was I. I got in his sleeping back and he planted his cock in me. We were quite but it was obvious what we were doing. And I started to moan when James started to pick up his pace fucking me. I opened my eyes and saw both kids watching us fuck while jerking themselves. I was happy to see that the older brother was as big as James. Then the 14 yo started to tell them about how he wanted to fuck me again. The older one whose name was Nathan looked at James and told him it wasn't fair that he's the only one that didn't fuck me. James invited him to join him in my ass. The 14 yo started to fuck my mouth and for the first time, I felt like I ws stuffed to the max. Nathan stopped fuckign me and asked if he should put condom on and James told him to make sure to clean his cock well after fucking to prevent posible infection since he doesn't ahve a condom. So I took all young boy loads the rest of of the trip while Josh took grown ups. As we returned to NYC, I was starting to feel a bit of cold. So I wanted to go home but Matt and the other men wanted me to come with them to Philly. So we dropped Matt's kids in NYC and headed back to Philly. James and Josh sat by side and took care of me as I felt a bit weak. At Roberts' place, they didn't start sex as I expected but wanted to talk. Robert told me I was converted and now I carry the same virus as my lovely James and Robert. Not everyone who fucked me have the same virus. Robert and James and Josh. And now me. But Matt, Jam and Sam don't carry the virus but they love fucking bareback and breeding good woman and men whores. Since they were sure of my conversion, I'd be shared among more people from their circle but most of them have bred me with their frozen loads before so I shouldn't deny anyone of them. Since James wanted to spend some time alone with me before this, I will be only with James til tomorrow. I was a bit confused or shocked and didn't understand the whole situation. Josh helped me to understand better later. James must have been fond of me as he wanted to spend some 1 on 1 with me before I get fucked by the whole gang. But usually James doesn't fuck after initial conversion. Josh also told me I should be careful when I meet old man Nate. He's one of the reasons why James won't touch boys who get shared around. It happeened with Josh and I realized James didn't even touch Josh. As James called me to his room, I was sad and worried about what's going to happen. James started to kiss me and we made out for a long time. James broke off the kiss and told me that he will give me a tattoo. "I want you to remember that you belong to me and my brother and we converted you. Even when we stop fucking you, you should always love me." James took me to his friend's apt who didn't seem like he had a legit business but he was cool and he knew what he was doing. And he was sexy. James fucked my freshly inked butt and shared more drugs with both me and his friend. We fucked over night and as the new day started, James bred my hole last time and popped out of my hole. He left me with his friend and that was my first taste of the gang and a new chapter in my life.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

Bill slid his dick out of me and I grunted a bit – I didn’t think I’d ever had my hole used like this, and I was usually pretty generous with lube and had never gone skin-on-skin before. Spit and cum weren't providing the slickness needed by any stretch, 'though I also hadn’t felt so completely and incredibly fucked in my life – Bill wasn’t lying when he said the freedom was incredible. I was still shaking. Bill smiled at me, saying “Come on, it's time to go untie the little slut.” He rose completely unselfconsciously, his dick still semi-hard, a drip of cum dropping onto the wood floor. I moved slower, and more awkwardly – his load was deep in my hole, and I had to clench my ass to keep it from running out. I followed him back to the master bedroom, where, upon arrival, we found Andrew laying on his back, resting beside Mark, who was bound. Andrew had obviously just fucked Mark. Through the open door to the ensuite, I could hear the shower going. I stood quietly while Bill untied Mark’s legs and hands, then undid the gag and slid the blindfold off the young man. Mark blinked, as though he was waking up from a long dream. When he stood up, he was limping and bowlegged, and cum leaked down his legs. I noticed his ass was bright red, which made me wonder if someone had been spanking him. My dick twitched a little at the thought. I felt a kind of low-level of jealousy and was surprise when Bill wrapped his arms around Mark, giving Mark’s ear a quick nibble before murmuring “You’re a good little slut. You make sure to tell me any other fantasies you’ve got, and I’ll make 'em happen, okay?” Mark nodded, blushing a deep red, “Thank you,” he said, in a weak voice. Bill slapped Mark’s ass. “There’s an empty bedroom down the hall. I’m sure someone will tuck you in later,” he said. On the bed, eyes still closed, Andrew snickered as Mark took the hint and left the room. Bill looked at me. I felt my whole body heat up the way his eyes roamed up and down me. “You should hop in the shower, get ready for bed,” he said, and he winked at me. He nodded through the door to the ensuite. Then he looked at Andrew, gave him a friendly shove to the shoulder, suggesting “And you, go tell Tim he did a good job. And do whatever else comes natural.” Andrew grinned, opened his eyes, and got up. I walked nervously into the ensuite. The shower curtain was drawn, and clouds of steam were filling the small bathroom. I swallowed, listening to the sound of someone obviously cleaning up behind the white curtain. I bit my lip, and looked back out into the bedroom. Bill was watching me. He nodded again. I moved into the bathroom and pulled on the curtain enough to step into the tub. Mac was under the hot stream of water, and he turned when he realized I was behind him. The water darkened the hair all over his body. “Well if it isn’t the boy with the delicious ass who showed no gratitude.” He reached down and stroked his dick – he was semi-hard, uncut, and had low, hanging balls covered with that wet dark hair. I licked my lips, and felt that wild freedom again. Bill was right. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. He’d sent me into the shower to clean up, but I couldn’t help but think I owed Mac some gratitude for his incredible tonguing. I slid to my knees under the hot spray, and swallowed Mac’s dick, in the process, relaxing my ass – finally – and felt the hot cum leaking out from my pucker as I started to suck on the man’s cock. Mac grunted, rubbing his hands through my hair, getting it wet, “Yeah,” he said, “That’s a good start.” I sucked on his cock, then, once he was hard, I moved onto his balls and sucked them. He let me set the course for a few moments, then positioned my head where he wanted it, and pushed his dick back into my mouth for a while longer. I grunted eagerly, sucking on his cock and gripping his thighs tightly in my hands. “Yeah,” Mac said, his gravelly voice echoing in the shower, “Bill broke you in good, didn’t he?” I looked up at him, spray hitting my face, and moaned around his dick again. “Get up,” Mac said. “Turn around.” I obeyed, and he fucked me in the shower while I braced myself against the tile wall. It was a quick fuck, and we were both already so tired – and I was incredibly sore – but it felt good to have his dick inside me. I pushed back against his thrusts and he gripped my waist and growled as he rammed himself home. When he came, he ground himself hard against me, shaking my waist as though he was trying to make sure his cum ended up as deep as it could go. Then he pulled out, rinsed himself off again, and stepped out of the shower without a word. I cleaned up for a bit longer, paying attention to my sore and battered hole. I’d never been fucked by three guys in one night before, and never this rough and without lube – and then turned off the shower. The silence was notable. Once dried off I went back into the master bedroom. Bill was in the bed – there was a new blanket on it now, folded back. I climbed in beside him, and he nodded, kissing me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth. “Big Al said goodnight,” he said, pulling away. “Now get some rest. Robert and Andrew are spending the night and I promised them they could fuck my boy in the morning before they go.” My boy. I shivered, half delighted, half terrified. But then I pressed myself against Bill’s warm shoulder, and heard the words again. My boy. I fell asleep, exhausted, satisfied, and free.

“You!” I said, and it exploded out of me. “Oh, fuck... You!” Bill’s smile was a slow, dangerous thing. He reached around the back of my neck and squeezed once. “Good boy,” he said. Behind me, Mac’s tongue slipped form between my spread ass cheeks and he rose, huffing. My whole body sagged as his tongue pleasure/torture stopped. “There’s gratitude,” he said, but he sounded more amused than anything else. I couldn’t look away from Bill’s gaze – his dark eyes, the small lines around them, the dark hair greying just a bit at the temples, and the hard, masculine angles of his face. Beyond him, I saw Mac climb onto the bed where Mark was tied up. Robert, still lying on his back, nodded at him, and then reached out and almost lazily tickled Mark’s exposed underarm, making him jolt up against his bindings. Bill’s hand slid down my arm, and he started to untie my wrist. He did one, then the other, and then moved behind me. As his fingers brushed the taped rope around my ankles, I watched Mac spit once onto Mark’s already slick pucker, then line up his dick and slowly push himself inside. Mark’s body tensed and curled, but the sound that came deep from his throat was guttural and definitely one of pleasure. My other ankle was freed, and then Bill’s rough, calloused hand slid around my waist and pulled me. I awkwardly got down from the chair – my legs and arms felt like rubber, spongy and weak from my thrashing – and his arms wrapped tight around me from behind, turning me to face the four poster bed for a moment. His hard-on pressed against the small of my back, and the heat from his hairy body was electric. He was squeezing me tight enough that it was just shy of uncomfortable. “Look how happy that boy is,” Bill said into my ear, and I watched as Mac began to pick up the pace. He’d taken Mark’s shoulders in his hands, and was bucking into him with long, gyrating thrusts that made Mark’s chew at the gag in his mouth. Mac smiled at me as Bill started to walk me backwards out of the room. In the hall, Andrew passed by, naked, heading toward the room we’d just vacated. He didn’t say a word, and I knew he was waiting for his turn with Mark. From the far end of the hall, I could hear Big Al’s voice, and just barely heard the gurgle that was likely the result of him face-fucking Tim. I was shaking. No doubt Bill could tell, but he continued to steer me, and pushed through the middle door in the hall, where a bed waited that was only slightly askew. This must have been the room Robert and Mac had been in, judging from the clothes on the floor. “Boy, from the first time I saw you, I wanted you,” Bill said, and he gave me a little shove. I fell onto the bed, stomach first. “And seeing that whore ass now, I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go.” I shivered again, and rolled onto my back, looking up at him. He was standing over me, his dick hard and its purple swollen cockhead almost spilling a single drop of precome. His thick, strong body, dusted with that dark hair, seemed tensed and ready to spring. And his smile wasn’t entirely kind. I bit my lip. What was I thinking? Maybe this was a mistake. “Tim,” I said, not sure what else to say. Bill smirked. “Tim knows what he is.” As he spoke, he moved forward slowly but purposefully, and I slid back further onto the bed. He got onto the bed between my legs, and his hands slid up and down my calves, before sliding under them and starting to lift. “Tim’s a good fuckbuddy. But you’re a boy. A whore boy. Whore boys need daddies to keep ‘em in line. And keep others lined up for ‘em. But a boy has to belong to one daddy, that’s for damn sure.” I was breathing so rapidly I could barely catch my breath. He lifted my legs, then gripped both ankles with one hand while he tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and pushed it under the small of my back, then did it again. My chin was pressed against my chest to look at him above me, and he nodded at my legs in his hand. “Grab your legs, whore boy,” he said. I obeyed on some reflex born deep. I shivered again. Mac’s assault on my ass had been one thing, and had turned me on so completely I’d agreed to... Oh my god, what I was agreeing to... This was insane! I had to stop this, I had to – Mac buried his mouth on my raised pucker, wrapping his hairy arms around my waist and tugging me up against his face. Coherent thought vanished almost immediately, and I was writhing and bucking against the hot feel of his tongue drilling into me. “Yeah, that’s a whore boy,” Bill said, coming up for air for just a moment. “You’re going to be my whore boy, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I yelled the word, and Bill’s grin was triumphant and feral. He buried his tongue in me again, licking, biting, shaking his head, swiping with his tongue, spitting, slurping, and making me thrash and grind myself for a few minutes more, until I started to speak, utterly out of my mind with what he was doing. “Oh! God! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me! God, ruin me! I’ll be your boy! Your whore boy! Please! Oh! Please fuck me and ruin me oh God!” He shifted so fast the reality took a moment to sink in. One moment his tongue was driving me wild, the next both of his thick hairy arms were to either side of my head, pinning my face between them and forcing me to look right up and into his eyes, and his hard cock was pushing hard into me, with nothing but the last few remnants of Big Al’s spunk, and a whole lot of saliva, between us. He entered me with a single, deep shove that made me cry out in an animal way, then held perfectly still, his dick buried inside me, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck!” I gasped. He nodded. “Yeah, boy. Now I fuck you. Now I make you mine.” And he did. He started to fuck me with strong, even thrusts, pulling almost out before burying himself back in. The angles the pillows made were perfect – he obviously knew what he was doing – and every stroke sent incredible sparks up and down my spine. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t concentrate. He shifted his arms, first took my face in his hands ,then turned his hands so his thumbs both slipped into my mouth, and while I sucked on them, he increased the pace of his fuck, going faster, and harder, with every grunt. Our skin grew slick against each other, and his dick – though it hit just right and was making me crazy with how he rubbed me inside – was growing painful as it pounded into my ass. He was smiling, this man who was fucking me raw and who had chosen me in some way the first time Tim had introduced us. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but a possessive one, and angry. He was grunting louder now, and his sweat dripped down onto me as his thrusts grew even harder, and I started to whimper around his thumbs. I let go of my legs, and wrapped them around the back of his ass, pulling him into me, hoping he could understand what that meant. My hands gripped at his shoulders and made a low, moaning noise around his thumbs. He pulled his thumbs free, and when my mouth opened, he spit into it. I stared in shock, and he growled at me, grinding his cock into me with a force that made me whimper. “Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you whore boy? You’re ready for daddy to make you his? You want me to ruin you now, don’t you boy?” “Ruin me!” I begged him, and he buried his dick to the balls and his hot load burst deep inside me.

I whimpered. I twisted and writhed. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and groaned deep in my chest, but Mac’s tongue didn’t seem to tire in the slightest. His hands were gripping my ass cheeks and his strong thumbs were holding them apart while he drove his tongue into me with a series of deep and hot strokes that seemed designed to drive me insane. The litany of filthy talk that Bill was pouring into my ear wasn’t helping me control myself, either. “Oh, baby, give in,” Bill said, and I could hear the teasing promise of relief. My dick ached it was so hard again, and my back twisted as I tried to find a position that didn’t make me feel so completely vulnerable and totally fuckable. This was crazy. What was I doing? Mac’s tongue drilled in particularly deep and wet, and my whole body shook, my mouth dropped open, and I heard myself say, “Please!” Big Al laughed, and I glanced at him, feeling a shameful heat rush to my face. “I’m gonna go check on Tim. Maybe fuck his face a while,” the huge man said, and left the room. His voice trailed after him, a bit louder from the hallway, “I’ll tell Andrew where to find you.” From the four-poster bed, Robert began to grunt loudly as he continued to hammer his dick into the prone – and bound – and blindfolded – Mark. Bill turned my head to make me look at the scene on the bed. Robert was slick with sweat, his blond chest hair now dark with it, and Mark was covered in a sheen of perspiration of his own. His head sagged under the onslaught that Robert was delivering. Robert’s arm shifted, wrapping around Mark’s neck, and he pulled hard on him, still thrusting in short rough bursts. “Tell me you fucking want it, boy!” he nearly yelled into Mark’s ear. I heard Mark’s gagged reply – “Efffffff, Uhhhrrrr!” – as I saw Robert ram himself in deep and growl out a long, low, “Fuck!” He’d just come deep inside Mark. “Yeah,” Bill said, his voice excited. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, boy?” Behind me, Mac’s tongue circled, twisted, licked, dove – I was nearly sobbing now, hyperventilating in my attempt to suck in a completely breath. On the bed, Mark had collapsed as much as his bound limbs would let him, and Robert rolled off him. His dick came free with a slurping sound, and I saw the spunk dribble down his thick shaft as the hairy sweaty man lay on his back beside the prone young man. I twisted and writhed on the hot wet tongue drilling into my pucker. Bill took both sides of my head and met my gaze, smiling almost cruelly. “Think how that’d feel, boy – all those cocks, all that freedom....” He leaned in closer. “Tim loves it, and he knew you’d love it, too.” Behind me, Mac buried his tongue deep and flicked it inside my hole. I could feel the mix of cum and spit dripping onto his chin, and I let out a groan of animal need. My ass wasn’t full enough. A tongue was always like this – it drove me mad, wanted me to be more full, wanted that slick wet heat to be something thicker, harder, and longer. “Look at your friend,” Bill said. “Ever seen him more relaxed?” Bill turned my head to look at where Mark lay. His back was moving slowly, taking in huge slow breaths on the bed. His legs and arms sagged in the ropes, and his little round ass – now rubbed raw and red from the hairy men who’d topped him – was wet with sweat and spunk. I groaned with frustration and need. “Fuck!” I nearly screamed the word. Mac’s tongue darted just right and I shivered bodily again. “Oh, fuck! Please!” I was nearly crying. Any moment now I would be. “You want a dick in your whore boy ass, don’t you, boy?” Bill asked, in a deeply amused tone. “Yes!” I begged, “Yes!” I clenched my jaw, pushed my ass back hard onto Mac’s face. I could feel him rooting in my pucker like a man possessed. I felt my eyes fill with frustrated tears. “You’ve had the only clean dick in the house,” Bill said. I sobbed. “So,” Bill said, leaning in close again, and wrapping his rough hand around the back of my neck. “You’re going to have to ask us for our dirty cocks. You’re going to have to ask all of us to ruin your hole with our dirty, hard, raw, rough,” each word was punctuated with a shake of my neck, “mean, daddy cocks.” Mac’s tongue drilled and twisted, and I squirmed and writhed. Insane. This was insane. I shivered again, shook, and then - “Please!” I yelled. “Please! Ruin me! Fuck me! Please, god, please!” Mac didn’t stop for a moment. I was definitely crying now. “Who first?” Bill asked, his smile wicked, as he added “But understand, boy, you’re asking for all of us, eventually.”

Big Al saw me hesitate, and his teeth flashed from under his bushy beard. "Wait, no, you're right," he said, adding "get naked. Then get over here." His hand rubbed his crotch again, and I watched the muscles play in his thick arms. My stomach was in knots. I couldn't believe I'd tossed my keys into that bowl. Again, I remembered Tim telling me about his relationship with Bill. "He's really opened me up," Tim had said, "in more ways that one." I'd laughed then, but I wasn't laughing now. I was too nervous. Tim had had his first threesome with Bill, and - to my amazement - Tim had admitted that the dirtier and wilder they got, the more he enjoyed himself. "I had no idea what I was missing until he showed me," Tim had said, with all seriousness. I bit my lip, and tugged my shirt over my head. Big Al smiled, and his eyebrows rose. "That's the attitude, boy." I rose, and self-consciously undid my belt, kicked off my shoes and socks, and then stepped out of my jeans, wearing only my underwear now. At this point my nerves faltered a bit more. I think Big Al noticed again, because he pulled off his shirt. Holy crap did he live up to the name. His arms were like tree trunks, thick with knots of muscle, as was his chest. To my surprise, he wasn't at all hairy other than the beard. That he had a belly didn't ruin the effect - if anything, it made him seem all the more masculine. He looked like a freaking viking or something. With that encouragement, I dropped my underwear and walked over to where he was sitting. He spread his big arms across the back of the couch and smiled at me. "Get it wet, boy," he ordered. I crouched naked in front of him and undid his belt a little awkwardly, then pulled it free from his jeans. He lifted a bit from the cushion when I unbuttoned and unzipped him, and then when I tugged at the jeans his dick - as thick as the rest of him - sprung free. Big Al went commando. I'm not gonna lie. My mouth watered. It had been a while, and listening to Tim constantly talking about the new and interesting ways Bill had shoved his cock inside Tim had been riling me up for weeks. Big Al's uncut meat - a favorite of mine - was just the ticket. I went down on him with a vengeance, slurping the full length of him into my mouth before he was fully hard, and working my tongue under the big guy's foreskin. "Oh, that's right, boy, you slobber that up good," he groaned, his voice like gravel. He got hard quickly under my enthusiastic sucking, and I had to move a hand to grip his shaft. His was one of the thickest dicks I'd ever sucked, and his length was nothing to sneeze at, either. I moved my free hand up his belly to his hard chest, and pressed against his strong muscle, redoubling my efforts to suck his dick whole. I held my breath while I buried his dickhead in my throat for a few seconds - I was out of practice, and nearly gagged the second time - and one of his thick hands took my shoulder, squeezing a little. "Hold on boy, you're gonna make me come," he said. I let his dick come free from my mouth. "I like to swallow," I said, and my face burned red. I'd never admitted that before, not even to Tim. I liked spunk - I liked it a lot - and I knew that was a bit taboo. Tim's admittance to having allowed Bill come inside him a while back had shocked the hell out of me, but I'd also gotten hard on the spot. Big Al's smiled down at me, definitely amused. "Oh, now I see the boy's true colors, huh?" He gave my cheek an affectionate pat. "It ain't your throat I want to spunk, boy," he said. He must have seen my expression, because he laughed. "Uh oh, boy is spooked," he said. Then he reached down and put both his hands under my armpits and lifted me. I say lifted me, and I mean it. He actually pulled me up onto the couch, his arms flexing with what didn't seem like a whole lot of effort on his part, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on his lap, his dick pressed between my ass cheeks, my own hard on against his belly, and his bearded lips were crushed against mine. It was a sloppy kiss - he was all spit and tongue - it was like he was trying to fill my mouth with himself, and when his arms wrapped around me and squeezed, the strength in them was incredible. I could barely breathe. He laughed when he let go, and I put my hands on his chest, gasping a little. "You want my dick in you, boy, I know it," he said. "Uh," I managed. My head was spinning. I was so turned on. His rough hands slid down my back, and he rubbed one finger between my ass cheeks, fingering my whole with the tip of one of his thick fingers. I bit my lip and pressed my face into his shoulder, moaning a little. It had been way too long since I'd been fucked. "Here," he said, "climb on." He raised his massive arms, and slid one, then the other, under my thighs. I wasn't sure exactly what he was doing until he started to lift. I had to walk my hands along the wall behind the couch - he was raising my full weight from my thighs, lifting me higher and higher above him. I nearly lost my balance, but then he gave one last little shove, and I was pretty much face against the wall and almost above him. I thought for a second he was going to suck my dick as he pulled my crotch toward his face - I was terrified I'd blow as soon as his mouth touched my dick - but then he gave one more little lift and he leaned back a bit and lowered my ass onto his mouth. His tongue buried itself in my hole, and I let out a long, loud, cry. Balanced on his arms, barely holding myself upright against the wall, I was helpless as he tongue-fucked my pucker. I writhed, gasping and moaning and swearing, as his rough beard rubbed between my cheeks and the strong wet darting flicks of his tongue drove me absolutely crazy. I'd always loved being rimmed, but he seemed to have found a way to drill right into my brain with his tongue. I was going crazy, wriggling and twisting on his tongue. He lifted me again - actually lifted me! - and said, "I'm going to eat this pucker till you beg me to fuck it and fill it." It came out matter-of-fact, but I could hear his amusement, too. Then he lowered me back onto his face and that incredible assault began all over again. I squirmed. I twisted. I arched my back so far I nearly fell back off him, though he shifted one hand to the small of my back and held me in place. The scent of his sweat was starting to hit me, and I was whimpering a bit. "Please!" I gasped as he drilled his tongue in with a long stroke. "Oh! Please!" He lifted me again. "Please what, boy?" he asked. Again, that sardonic amusement. His beard, and my ass, were drenched with his spit by this point. I bit my lip. Oh god! What was I thinking? He chuckled, and his mouth returned to my hole, all the more aggressive with his tongue and beard. His hands massaged my thighs in turn as he held me above him, and I was uttering an endless stream of nonsense begging and swearing. I couldn't take it. "Please!" I nearly shouted. "Please! Fuck me!" He lifted me, but this time his finger slid into my pucker, just a little. "And..?" he asked. Spontaneously I groaned "Fill me! "Fuck me and fill me!" His rough grip shifted, and he pretty much threw me onto my back on the couch. He smiled down at me - his beard soaked with his spit, and he hoisted first one, then the other of my legs over his wide, hugely muscular shoulders, lined-up his dick and I bit my lip and closed my eyes. "Open your eyes, boy," he ordered, and I did, feeling my face turn all the redder. "I like to watch you watch me," he grinned, and then he pushed into me. His dick, with only his saliva to work with, was a harsher entry than I was used to, but he maintained a slow but even pressure until I felt his belly press against my thighs. I groaned as I felt his balls against my ass, and he slid his hands down my thighs, lifting my ass to give him a better angle. His thick chest and strong arms flexed, and I groaned again. I felt so full - his cock was hot and throbbed a bit inside my eaten hole. "Say it again," he again ordered. "Fuck me and fill me!" I begged. There was no other word for it. He grinned, growled, and started to fuck me with strong, hard, thrusts. My hands flew to his chest, and pressed hard against his firm muscle, my ankles locked behind his neck, and I found myself repeating it over and over. "Fuck me and fill me! Fuck me! Oh, god, fuck me and fill me!" "Yeah," Big Al grunted. "Yeah, that's what you want, boy, you want Big Al to breed you, don'tcha boy?" I agreed whole-heartedly. My ass was aching with the man's rough fuck, and I was doing everything I could to drive him in deeper, pulling on his neck with my legs. I was desperate to have him inside me, to keep him inside me, and to feel his spunk inside me. Tim was right, this was incredible. "Fuck!" Big Al grunted, and with the word, the flood of heat inside my pucker hit me like a train. I threw my head back, riding a wave of pleasure from the sensation - it soothed and burned all at the same time - and cried out wordlessly, more of an exhalation than anything else. I reached for my dick and jerked myself furiously, erupting between us with three long spurts of my own cum. "Holy shit," I said, gasping. Big Al pulled out, and leaned back on his haunches. "Now you can swallow it," he said. I looked at his dick, slick with his cum, and rolled over and then crawled toward him. Most of his load was up my ass - though it was now leaking out of me onto Bill's couch, along with the spunk dripping from my stomach - but there was more than enough on Big Al's dick to make my mouth water. I started to lick and suck him clean, savoring the taste. Big Al's hand rested on my head. "Hear that?" he asked. I paused, still hearing mostly my heartbeat in my ears. But now that he'd drawn my attention to it, I knew what Big Al meant. I could hear a voice - definitely Mark's reedy voice - groaning and moaning. It wasn't recognizable as words, whatever he was saying, but it was pretty loud. I slurped at Big Al's dick, looking up at him. He knew I'd heard. "Sounds like Bill left the door open," Big Al said. He smiled. "Let's go look." (to be continued)

The following is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind and any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. Peter spent a lot of time helping with the construction of the gym/playroom over the next few days as I went off to work each morning to prepare for the upcoming school term. As the walls and partitions went up in the garage area of the room the unused garage area soon was transformed into a locker room and sauna area with steam room and dry saunas. Being as it was for private use I had them install the plumbing for the toilet and urinal in the shower area with a special hose tap for cleaning out. By the end of the week we were screwing on the green board in the locker area and the masonry board in the sauna and shower area. Our gym was beginning to shape up as we patched up the dry wall where necessary and installed I bolts in the ceiling where needed. Billy began drywall taping the ceiling and walls on Friday as we sealed and taped in the locker/shower area. Friday night I asked billy if they had been taking care of Peter’s needs while I was at work and Billy told me that lenny had especially taken good care of our plumber, Billy described that Peter liked fucking lenny then eating his cum out after he shoot in Lenny’s hole While Billy plowed him and made his deposit. He told me that they fooled around on just about every break < coffee, lunch, and afternoon> At the office the parade of young flesh came to a halt on Thursday morning as I interviewed the last team player, I don’t think I ever went softer than half mast all week long of interviews, my warm up pants showing a large precum stain on the interior as it leaked through my jock. Thursday afternoon was my first group meeting with the swim, diving and water polo teams then a general meeting with all teams attending in the wrestling room, it being the only room to hold all the players comfortably. My first group the swim team looked like an interesting group of guys, having interviewed them individually was one thing but to put them all in the same conference room together made my cock twitch. I started out by having all the new members introduce themselves to the other team members and tell something about themselves. Several of the new freshmen who I suspected were batting for my or both teams were very reserved when making introductions and the older players were hinting that they would be tested to see if they belonged in the ranks. The captain of the team got up and spoke telling the guys that they should be honored to be included in this almost sacred fraternity of athletes, and hinted that by the end of the season they would all be feeling the bonds of brotherhood. After the meeting I spoke to the captain and told him that my house would be ready for team parties by the first couple weeks of the semester, he just smiled and said he was looking forward to getting to know me better and I invited him to a BBQ on Sunday to see the house. The diving and water polo team meeting were similar and the same invite was offered to both of those captains as well. The general meeting was mainly for information and to size up the teams, getting a feeling on how well they got along and making a mental note of who I might want to house in my home (the college would compensate me for room and board for the athletes who stayed with me) many of the guys were already friends and there appeared to be a inter team bond that already existed. Many of the boys seemed very close already, and I mean beyond the normal friendship bonds. On Friday I meet with the wrestling team in the conference room and got to know them as a group, taking note of the groupings and who sat near who and who seemed close etc. I noticed a few who almost acted like couples, threesomes in the room including Yee and his little clique of buddies who I was sure he told them of his seeding in Andy’s office, and I looked forward to plowing their hot holes as well. I was able to go home after the wrestling meeting and found Billy cock buried balls deep in Peter, while our plumber was eating out what looked like a river of cum from Lenny’s hole. I fixed a sandwich and ate as the boys played with the plumber then took my turn seeding his hole, sliding into his well-used and cum filled ass I thought of all those hot wrestlers begging for my loads as I deflowered their sweet negative hole one by one, though I was sure that some may already be converting after Yee started spreading my demon seed to his buddies. I had already in 2 weeks had seeded 3 members of my teams , two unknowing that they would be on my teams and one in my bosses office while my boss got blown. We finished up applying drywall mud and tape to the gym walls and ceiling and after a light sanding I put Billy to work priming the drywall for painting, all the while I worked with peter in the locker room making sure all the plumbing was roughed in and we began preparing to tile the steam room and shower area. Peter finished installing the equipment for the steam room and running the fire sprinkler system throughout the locker room area. On Friday we also had a guy come in and tar the floor in the wet areas of the room (shower, steam room, dry sauna and under the lockers)thus sealing the floors and the drains against any leaks. I then let the boys have some fun with the guy and he managed to plow both boys before they got to dump on or in him. With most of the rough work done on the areas I felt confident we could have the project done by the end of the first week of school. We partied a bit Friday night and the Peter and the floor sealant guy stayed for diner and ended up being dessert for us as we all swam, sucked and fucked into the night. Saturday morning the Boys woke up late and found me rummaging through the garage for some stuff to take to work on Monday, The first day of school now just a week away, and freshman orientation for the teams just 4 days away on Tuesday. I also dragged out 3 boxes that had arrived while the boys and I were traveling across the country. I carried the boxes into the house and put them in the closet under the stairs. As the boys ate their breakfast we went over the chores for the day, Painting the gym ceiling and lower walls, cleaning up the floor and prepping it for flooring a rubberized cement on which a glaze was painted and I was going to start tiling the shower area and maybe the steam room and dry sauna. By mid-morning the boys had half the ceiling painted the dark blue we had picked out, making the eye bolts almost completely disappear in the section they had painted. During the week an electrician had come in and had wired the locker room and shower area where electrical (lighting and outlets near the sinks as well as some wall sockets in the locker room portion) was needed and installed wiring for lighting and outlets in the gym area as well. I had finished laying the Floor tile in the shower area as well as the steam room and was waiting for the mastic to set up so I could finish tiling the locker room area. It was closing in on lunch so I went in and fixed the boys and I some sandwiched and dished out some potato salad for each of us. I called to the boys lunch was ready , and they came in in their usual attire Basketball shorts, they were splatter with paint and looked so sexy, their ripped bodies with a coat of perspiration punctuated by strips and dots of dark Blue paint, cocks semi hard and bouncing in their shorts. They grabbed their sandwiches and salad on a plate and went out onto the patio to eat their meal. I was just about through with my lunch when the doorbell rang, I got up to answer it and found a delivery person waiting at the door, he had my mirrors for the gym as well as some workout equipment. I opened the garage door and had him place it against the back wall away from household traffic, he looked thirsty so I offered him some lemonade, and he accepted and followed me to the kitchen where he saw Billy and Lenny Making out nude by the pool. He gulped his lemonade and turned bright pink, as he turned away from the window to me his hard-on was evident in his pants, “need some help with that” I asked glancing down at his erection he stammered and blushed even redder I didn’t let him really answer as I stroked his cock through his pants and dropped to my knees and began chewing on the fabric. He had little choice but to undo his pants and drop them as I slobbered on his trousers or risk having to go the rest of the day with a huge wet spot. I deep throated his cock and he shot within minutes deep down my throat. I informed him I would have more equipment and other supplies coming and hoped he would be delivering them, and the boys would take good care of him as well. After Lunch and my liquid protein dessert I returned to the locker room and the boys pulled their shorts back on after a quick dip in the pool and they finished the ceiling. By midafternoon, early evening they had also painted the lower sections of the walls with a light green paint. I had finished tiling the steam room and dry sauna and had begun working my way up the walls in the shower area, Peter had come over and we hung the urinal on the wall and hooked it up so I could tile around it he also brought in the toilet and we set It to one side as I needed to grout before setting it in place, I was making real progress and Peter commented that I was doing good Just before I began sticking my tongue down his throat and fondling his cock and balls through his flimsy shorts he was wearing. We moved out to the locker room area and he began nibbling on my nipples as I fingered his ass beneath his almost now ripped off shorts. We had built raised wooden platforms for the lockers and I placed one of the benches on top of the platform and began fucking him hard, the bench rocking beneath our weight and motion. The boys came in to see what the commotion was and soon were joining the fray Lenny stuffing his cock in Peter’s mouth and Billy taking Peter’s cock in his. I pounded in and out for about five minutes before Peter’s orgasm and clenching ass took me over the edge and I blasted inside while Billy sucked every last drop from his cock then dribbled it out of his mouth into Peters as he sucked on Lenny’s soon to be exploding meat. Peter left drained and filled with our spunk, but not before turning the water back on and testing out the urinal hanging on the wall. After Peter left I went in to inspect the work in the gym and to my satisfaction the boys did a great job on the ceiling and the lower walls, Then I told them that the end walls need to be painted all the way to the ceiling (or at least 2” from the ceiling as I was going to put up coving at the ceiling line). I went out to the garage and grabbed a couple of lighting tracks and screwed them across the ceiling and then hooked up the wires, I put a few lights onto the tracks and tested the wall switch and the room was illuminated for the first time. It was getting to be dinner time and I asked the boys if they wanted pizza, they replied only if Jay got to deliver them, I laughed and said I’d do my best to get him out here. Jay arrived about 40 minutes later with 2 pizzas and a raging hard on. We teased him and asked if he had time to join us and he said this was his last run and he did it on his way back to the dorms as a favor to his boss. He joined us in eating the pies on the patio as the boys fondled him and slowly undressed him. After dinner we all ended up in the spa making out with Jay and making his hard on even harder till finally Lenny forced it into his ass and Jay shoot his load into him. Jay soon was riding me while making out with Billy until Billy laid him back on me and slid his cock in next to mine, we double fucked Jay for about 5 minute before Billy shoot coating my cock with his spunk and making the ride even more slippery, I soon blasted my load deep in jay as he collapsed on top of me. We were all spent and it was getting late so I asked jay if he wanted to spend the night, of which he agreed. The boys slept in their own bed that night while Jay cuddled with me. To Be continued – Final finishes – freshman jitters