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Just joined breedingzone right now. Its 7 pm. Friday July 17, 2015. This will be my first story. I hope you guys enjoy and please give me feed back would love to improve, I have many stories to tell. A little about myself before I start the story, I'll be using an alias, my name is joe. I have been having sex since I was about 14. I am 23 now. I'm about 5'7", 120#, 7" uncut bottom/verse. I am clean get tested every 3 months. Few tattoos. Glasses. Bareback is my favorite. Now on to the story. I was getting off work early today about 10 o clock. I had borrowed my sister's car to get to work since I don't have my own. I was very horny since I haven't been fucked in about a month. While working I was on grindr seeing if any one was up for an early morning fuck. A lot of people talking but no one with actions. Starting talking to a few guys who seem legit. One was a black guy with a 8" dick. He told me "he didn't send pics." so my response was "if your dick isn't 8" I'll walk out." it may sound rude but who's gonna trust someone who doesn't send pictures. He simply said "ok". I told him I get off at 10 hit him up when I get off. In the mean time I hit up a regular fuck bud, we will call him D. He's always down. Texted him "I get off at 10, I need that big dick." he texted back. "Come over, I'll be alone." I get off at 10 call my regular up told him "I'm on my way". Hung up the phone and headed over. I walk into his apartment. He's Puerto Rican 34, 6, 150#, 8" Cut. And he's in a black tank top in some shorts, his bulge is hanging out. We're good friends, chit chat, catch up a little. We are on his couch. He ask me "You wanna hit the pipe." (Tina) I told him "I shouldn't as I couldn't stay long and I had to drive back home." He said "ok that's cool, you probably shouldn't." I said to him "I'll take those poppers tho." He handed me them and I started to sniff them as I undress staying in my undies as he hits the pipe. We already know each other so well. He sets the pipe next to him in arms reach. I get on the laid out towel on all fours. He starts to eat my out through my underwear slowly munching on my hole. He loves it and so do I. I hit the poppers and then hand them to him And at this point I'm so high off poppers I ask for Tina and take 2 bigs rips then me and him shotgun the third hit of Tina. As he hits the poppers again, I slip my underwear down my legs and he looks down and grins. Goes back down and starts to munch on my hole again. He shoves his tongue deep I just moan and hit the poppers again. I am in heaven, he knows exactly what he's doing and I just can't get enough. At this point im naked in my socks and he's naked with his socks and shoes on. (Both a turn on for us) He stands up and spits on my hole! I know exactly what's coming next. I can feel the head of his dick touch my tight hole. As he slowly pushes his 8" cock into my hole I take a big hit of poppers. He is half way in, he likes to take it slow at first so there's not much pain. When he gets all the way in he grabs the pipe and he takes a big ass rip and shotguns it in my mouth. Omfg that sure did it for us. He starts to fuck me hard and good. And he start to tell me "how much he has missed my hole" and I'm moaning in pleasure as he slides in and out. We turns me on my back and he fucks me in missionary, my favorite cause now we get to make out. We both love dirty talk, he loves to call me his own personal cumslut and calling me his bitch and I'm his property. We fuck probably for another 25 30 mins. Moving from missionary to me riding him on the floor to us standing up me bent over his couch. At this point we are both sweating. Is sweat drip all over me and that just turns me on more. his whole place smells like meth, sweat, cum, ass juices. We both smell fucking great. He's getting close to cumming, I can tell because his pace picks up and his dick is hard as fuck deep inside me. He slows down and ask me "you want my load inside you?" I say "yes I want you to breed me" that's all he needs to hear. He go back to fucking my as deeper and hard. I'm moaning in ecstasy, I grab the poppers and I take one last big rip before he starts to grunts and moan. The moan "I'm about to cum, here it cums baby" I feel his dick swell up and I feel his dick twitch and squirt about 5 ropes of cum into my hole. I moan in pleasure as I push my ass into his cock. We both collapse and both breathing heavy. He tells me "that was fucking great "! We both start to clean up and get dressed. I tell him I have to go and he says "ok text me later. I say "ok" and head out his door. I spark a cigarette and get in the car. Hop on grindr to see if the other guy was still waiting. Thankfully he was. Told him "sorry had to do something real quick, want me to go over?" he replies "of course." He sends me the address and he's 10 mins away. I take the drive from my fuck buds place with his load inside me. I get to this apartment place and park. I message him "what room numbe.?" He replies "77" Im walking to his apartment place, look around for his apartment. Took me a few minutes cause it was my first time there. Found his place and knocked. No answer. I wait a few. Knock again. No answer. I'm about to walk away as my phone has died and I couldnt message him. As I knock one last time before I walk away, I hear him say "hold up" in a very many voice. So I wait. I hear the door unlock and he opens the door. There stands this black guy about 6', 175#, a little belly. I walk in and we say our hello's. He's got music playing loud in one back room. We walk to the back room with the music, which was his. Stripped down to our undies and he picked me up tossed me on my bed. He ask me "can I play with your feet, it gets me hard fast." I say "of course. I lay on my stomach on his bed just in my undies and sock. He starts at my feet smells them and rubs them. He slowly takes my socks off and rubs my feet, lick them a little and smell them. I then feel him put his cock on my feet it was huge! He rubs is cock in between my feet and I'm in love. He lays on top of me with his dick in my crack. He rubbing his hard 8" cock. Against my body and ass. He tells me "get on your back" I turn over with legs in the air as he's grabbing the lube. He lubes up my hole and then lubes his cock. He grabs my ankle gets in between me and he slowly enters his cock. His dick was big and now I was in heaven again. He ask me with his cock balls deep in my ass "can I go deep?" and I say "Yes" with that he begins to go as deep as he can hitting the back of my prostate. Pumping his dick in and out of my hole. It is a little painful for me but I took it and I enjoyed it. My moans getting loader as he is going deeper and hard. My eyes rolling in the back of my head, he grunt and groans and he yells "I'm gonna cum inside you." and pushes his cock deeper then before and I can feel his big dick squirting his cum inside me. I felt about 8 ropes of semen and I was a happy boy. He stays inside me and ask "you gonna cum" I say "I'm high off meth I probably won't but I can try" with that said he starts pumping my hole slowly as I jerk my dick. I can never get hard when I'm high off Tina. But I tried since he wants me to. As he's pumping me hole He tells me "I'm gonna nut again" I say "please" and as soon as I say that I feel him swell up again and blow his load in my hole. Another 5 ropes of semen. I'm still trying to get hard and cum. I'm jerking off still as he gets soft and slips out my ass. But as he slips out in goes his fingers. And he fingers me and tells me "I want you to nut". he's finger my ass so good while I'm jerking it and I'm actually getting hard. Slowly but I'm getting hard. He's noticing and he starts to finger my prostate hard and faster. He knows exactly where the spot is cause with in no times. I was fully hard and I told "fuck your gonna make me cum " and my cock swelled and I blew my load all over my chest and abs. Omfg I was moaning and panting and sweating so much. This is the first time I ever came on Tina. I could barely even move. He got up from the bed and gets dress. I stand up both my legs are wobbling and I can barely stand. I get dressed with 3 loads in my ass. I ask "if he'd be down for more session" he said "fuck yeah" and I gave him my number and out the door. I wobble to my car and get in. I can feel the cum wetting my underwear. I'm so turned on and still high but time to go home. I spark another cigarette and head home. With a smile on my face loads in my hole. I'm one happy cumslut.

Saturday evening found me sitting in a room with three other men. I pretty much knew we were all bottoms and here for the same reason. We had been promised the chance to be fucked by anonymous men and a chance of at least one load of cum being left inside us. I think I recognized one of the bottoms from a previous party. He stared at me long enough to think he recognized me too. The host came into the room and greeted us with a rather large smile. He seemed rather pleased with us and the possible evening. He announced that he had a somewhat large number of ready tops and hoped we were ready. I quickly realized that the guy I thought I recognized had indeed been here before. He was familiar with the routine that led up to us being led to the breeding room. He stripped and kept his jockstrap on but was ready to be blindfolded in less than a minute. I noticed that the men prepping us were particularly intent on making sure that the blindfolds were not only on tight but that we weren't able to see anything at all. What caught me off guard was them strapping the penis gags on us. I was familiar by now to being led to the fucking benches and felt, strangely, happy at being strapped to it since I now knew that it would be shortly followed by my ass being invaded by some strange man's cock intending to load my ass up with his cum. I was beside myself in anticipation. I wanted a cock in me so badly I couldn't stand it. Even though I had been fucked and seeded by positive cock the night before, I wanted more cum shot into me. That's what Paul hadn't understood, and perhaps I hadn't when he had introduced me to the host. I hadn't understood that I had a personal bent that would, when activated, lead me to becoming a complete cum dump, taking a cock without knowing who it belonged to just knowing that he was going to blow his load into my ass. I was addicted to taking bareback cock for the cum and, most excitingly, not knowing a thing about who just rewarded me, used me for his pleasure and left me with his cum in my ass. "Bottoms!" He shouted once we had all been strapped to our respective benches, "There are quite a few tops for this evening that you will all be used for their pleasure. Keep in mind that you willingly chose to offer your sweet asses up for them to use and abuse. Without more delay, they are entering." "There are four bottoms about to be used by fifteen tops." he started. "I have an announcement to make once all of the tops have bred their bottoms, whomever they might be. The plan is to have a coin toss to pick the first four tops to start tonight. They are to be allowed to fuck to finish. Once they cum, then someone from the pool can take the open bottom and continue the party. There will be no pulling out, there will be only deep breeding. You all know that you are their cum dumps for the night." I was ecstatic at knowing that there were far more tops this evening since I would definitely get more cock and cum. Call me greedy. I had to snap for the poppers early as I felt my first cock against my anal cavity. I was swearing someone was shoving a beer can into my ass. I had lubed up liberally but this was beyond that. It was a terrifying point that my attempt to cry out was muffled, not that I expected this top to stop. I had hit the poppers four times before I felt him stop his invasion of my anal cavity and felt his pelvis against my ass. What escaped me at that moment was the fact that it was his girth that was painful rather than his length. As I finally relaxed to his initial stroking, I realized that he wasn't probing nearly as deep as I had been before. Another shot of the poppers and I released my anal muscles as much as I could and accepted his fucking. I was thanking him that he was gentle since he apparently knew he was possibly hurting me and stroked slowly. OR, it could have been I was tight enough that I was, Ohhh, SHit, he came. His pelvis meet mine and he grinded as much as possible. Even if I hadn't been strapped down, with his grip on my hips, I doubt I could have pulled away. "We have our first breeding of the night." I heard announced. I didn't question who got it. It almost hurt still as he pulled out. My hole wasn't empty long. I heard a deep, gravelly voice telling me that he was about to enjoy fucking my white ass and intended to breed me. He stroked deep into me slowly then picked up the pace. This one was a real pig fucker, he wanted to get his nut, nevermind the bottom. The bottom was there to take it. I controlled my breathing and snapped again for the poppers while he kept up his continual pace. I suddenly took to heart my role as a cum-dump. As far as he was concerned, I was simply a hole for his cock to penetrate and tease him till the friction caused him to release his cum. Raw sex at its most basic. I almost orgasmed as I felt him clench his pelvis against my ass while grunting in an almost scary manner. Our host wasn't consistent in his manner of announcing the breedings. He seemed to have a perverse manner of making any announcements during the breeding sessions. Strangely enough I was just working my anal muscles trying to milk the cum out of the third stud fucking me as he was cumming when our host spoke up, telling us that he felt that we might all want to know that all of the tops this evening were black. I squeezed harder, wanting his cum.

My boyfriend isn't into kink and doesn't have much of a labido but occasionally surprises me. The other night after we had a few drinks he told me about a dream he had. The rest is what he told me. A friend and his lover were staying with us while they attended a family reunion. My friend, Steven and his lover, Bruce, are about 20 years older than us and both are bears. Steven has a long eight and a half inch cock of average thickness and I know that becuase I once ten years ago had it down my throat. I was at his apartment and we were smoking pot and eventually we were in just our briefs. He said he wanted a blow job and wanted to see me naked and I could see how big he was and being so high I told him he'd have to tie me up and force it down my throat. So he did. Bruce's cock was about seven inches and very very thick. When he came home and saw Steven raping my throat joined in and fingered my bum. Neither fucked me as they both have HIV. Now, back to my boyfriend's dream. The third and final night that Steven and Bruce was with us my boyfriend brought home so coke and we all enjoyed the evening. My boyfriend asked Steven how big their cocks were and soon we were all naked. Steven and Bruce showed off their huge cocks that were erect and Steven's was dripping. My boyfriend and I had shrivelled up coke cocks. My boyfriend said he wished his cock stayed hard like theirs as he expected I wanted to get fucked later. Bruce told my boyfriend that he'd be happy to help and that my boyfriend should hold me down. When high I don't talk often but smiled goofily as I watched Bruce slide a rubber down his fat cock. He told my boyfriend and Steven to lift my legs and soon I felt the rubber touching my hole. As Bruce pushed into me my boyfriend whispered to me that he knew I'd like it more if Bruce was raw. It burned and hurt but I was happy. Soon Bruce stopped and Steven got between my legs and I watched him put on a rubber and then entered my boyhole. All three of them talked about how much they hated rubbers and that a boy like me should be bred. Bruce had me suck my boyfriend and soon he was hard and Bruce said he wanted to watch my boyfriend breed me. Steven said that would be hot but let's do more lines first. My boyfriend set up the lines and handed me the straw and told me to do three of them. They each did only one then had me do three more. Steven said he wanted to fuck my throat again and first i should get my boyfriend hard again. They quickly tied me up on my belly and my boyfriend pushed his cock into my mouth. As i enjoyed sucking him, Steven went to my bum and pushed in hard and fucked me for a few seconds and then pulled out and told my boyfriend he wanted to see my face when I was bred. He climbed on the bed and sat down in front of my face. Once my boyfriend and Steven were ready they entered me together. Bruce leaned over and whispered and asked if I liked the taste of my ass on Steven's cock. As I nodded I realized how cool it was to suck on a cock that was in my ass but I hadn't realized that meant he fucked me raw. My boyfriend quickly filled me with his cum and he left to cleanup. Bruce climbed on me and it felt better than before. Steven asked if I liked Bruce's fat cock and I still with a mouthful of cock nodded to him. He said he was happy that my boyfriend left because now they could fuck me the way they wanted to. Bruce was pounding me and said he loved fucking a cummy hole and told me he knew I loved having cum in me. He then whispered into my ear that he wasn't wearing a rubber and then louder he exclaimed he was cumming. A minute later Steven and Bruce switched places and as I sucked on the fat cummy cock I finally understood that two HIV positive men had fucked me. I got so excited I nearly deepthroated the fat cock. My boyfriend came back and I immediately was worried he'd stop Steven from barebacking me but instead he told us he was running to the store and he'd be back soon. Bruce got up and brought a bottle of poppers to my face and had me do 3 hits. Steven said he was close to cumming and did I want his hot load and I just nodded but he said if I wanted his poz load I'd have to tell him or he was going to pullout. I didn't care anymore and screamed out to breed me with his poz cum. As my boyfriend finished telling me his dream I was shocked and then he told me that he really got a call today from Steven and next month they'd be here.

It seemed strange to me how a few words changed how I felt about the cock that was in my ass using me for his pleasure. I was already enjoying his sexual prowess, his relentless thrusting and strangely different manner of rhythm, but once I knew he was black, it was something different and I didn't know why. I just wanted that cum that much more. At some odd point, while my present top was stroking my ass, I started noticing that the noise level had begun changing. I was used to hearing various grunts, physical sounds of sex and occasional comments during these breeding parties. However, I was suddenly hearing something different. I suddenly knew why us bottoms were gagged this time. Our host hadn't warned us before we were committed and able to refuse to participate. For some inexplicable reason I was buying into the fantasy. I found myself starting to compare his sexual technique to how I had been being fucked before and didn't feel anything noticeably different. He seemed horny enough to fuck me and was using my slut ass as I was wanting to be used and was waiting for his cum to be pumped into it. I did notice a change in the noise level at the host's announcement. I made out that two of the bottoms were far more vocal or trying to be through the gags. Due to a couple of the breeding parties, I was somewhat familiar to how a bottom sounds during a breeding session while gagged, but this was completely different. The muffled moans and sounds suggested to me that they were suddenly not happy at the revelation. Where I had previously heard moans and sounds I associated with consensual and enjoyed sex, it suddenly sounded different. Strangely, the idea of my being fucked by a black man didn't change my enjoyment and perhaps, enhanced it. It sort of charged the moment for me to hear one or more of the other bottoms struggling as though they had a problem with being a cum dump for black men. If anything, with the third guy, the only difference I might have noticed was his taking longer to breed me. And breed me he did. At his point, he grabbed my hips, held them hard and thrust his cock almost viciously into me while grunting. I had no question once his pelvis met my ass that I had been bred. He had delivered his cum and I was happy to have it. I suppose it might have been my buying into the stereotype of black studs, but it seemed that, for the rest of the evening, I was not only enjoying the sex but, also, thinking that I was noticing them taking longer to cum than I was used to. I know for a fact that I took at least six loads, perhaps more since I had noticed a couple of the tops clinching my ass then slowly resuming their stroking and fucking. The excitement came later in the bottom room. Once the tops were gone, we were left secured and alone for a bit. I made out the sound of a door opening and very quiet footsteps. "I would say I'm sorry to have kept the secret of the top's race secret," he started, "But I'm not. Since you bottoms have been submitting to anonymous breeding, none of you have seen or known anything about who was fucking you. Tonight I was fascinated to see the results of your reactions to a few words from me." I suddenly wondered if I had fallen for it too. "I told you that they were all black. Your reactions were interesting to me. Don't ask, I'm not going to tell any of you." He actually admitted to me later that it was indeed an all black breeding party. Then he mentioned that he had been including black tops since none of us could see who was breeding us anyway. I smiled and felt quite happy about it. My only concern was my buying into the stereotype of a black top.

This all happened about eighteen months ago and I found it all very horny. I've changed the names though as I wouldn't want to give anyone away.... About once a month I have to spend a couple of days up in the West Midlands for work and it was while I was up there that I met Adrian. His company was doing some work with mine and we got on well from the start. He was small and blond, early to mid thirties and a bit geeky looking, especially when he was wearing his glasses. We flirted with each other quite a bit but I knew he had a partner so I didn't really think anything would come of it. Towards the end of his work with us, Adrian suggested going out for something to eat and then going for a few drinks after work. We went for a meal and then onto a bar nearby. After a few drinks the talk turned to relationships and then onto sex. As the talk grew more explicit, Adrian wasn't troubling to hide his hard on and neither was I. Soon we were in a toilet cubicle and Adrian's trousers and pants were down at his ankles. I sucked his cock and a couple of times he bent over the toilet and I rimmed him, licking his hole while he wanked. This pushed him over the edge and I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cum. We had a few more drinks and Adrian asked me if I was up for a threesome. He explained that his boyfriend, Darren, was a total top. This suited him most of the time but now and then he liked to fuck and usually only got the chance when they had a threesome. He said they normally only played together and also stressed that they always played safe. I would have preferred bareback, but I did fancy Adrian and when he showed me a picture of his partner the deal was clinched. Darren was a tall ginger lad, just my type. We arranged that we would meet for drinks the next time I was up and take it from there. A few weeks later we met in a bar after work and I discovered that Darren was even better looking than his pictures suggested. I was well up for being fucked by both him and Adrian. I am more of a top than a bottom but every now and then I love to be fucked and this was definitely one of those times. After a meal and some more drinks we went back to their place where they had invited me to spend the night and within minutes Adrian and Darren's pants were down and I was on my knees sucking first one then the other. Darren had a long, thick cock and I couldn't wait to get it up my arse even if it had to be with a condom. We sucked, licked and rimmed for a while - at one point they were kneeling side by side on the bed and I was rimming them - moving from Adrian's smooth arse hole to Darren's hairy ginger one - it was very horny. It was time to fuck and Adrian produced the condoms and the lube and I bent over the bed. Adrian put on a condom and began to fuck me. He fucked me well and I sucked on Darren's cock as he shafted me. Then he moved me on to my back and lifted my legs up. He pushed his cock back up me and began to fuck as Darren squatted over me and pushed his hairy arse hole into my face and I rimmed him as Adrian fucked me harder. When Adrian had shot his load he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom. Darren pulled me up and bent me over the bed. I could hear Adrian noisily taking a piss in the toilet as Darren stood behind me and I could feel his cock pushing against me. He was rubbing his cock head over my hole and then he began to push it up me. I Knew he wasn't wearing a condom and he whispered "you like this, don't you?" as he pushed it right up me and began to fuck me slowly. Then we heard Adrian coming back and he pulled out. When Adrian came back in to the room Darren was carefully rolling a condom over his cock ready to fuck me. This fuck with Darren was a bit disappointing - he lost his hard-on a couple of times and in the end he didn't come. I had been well fucked by Adrian though and I enjoyed the whole experience. During the night something woke me and I couldn't get back to sleep. They had told me to make myself at home so I pulled on my pants and went downstairs in search of a cold drink. A few minutes later I heard someone coming quietly down the stairs. It was Darren, wearing just a pair of black Armani pants which did nothing to hide his hard on. He grinned and came towards me. He pulled me into a little recess area near the back door and soon we were kissing. I was wanking him and he had his hand down the back of my pants and his finger was up my hole. I was still lubed from earlier and he just turned me round, pulled my pants down and pushed his cock against my hole. I pulled my cheeks apart and he pushed right up me and began to fuck. I was now getting the hard, horny fuck I had hoped for earlier from Darren, pants down in a corner of the kitchen while his boyfriend was sleeping upstairs. He fucked me hard and fast and soon his breathing got heavier and he started fucking me harder as he began to come right up me. When he pulled out I licked his cock clean and he laughed and asked "You're a dirty cunt, aren't you?" The next morning Darren had to go to work and when he had gone Adrian made me some breakfast. He asked if I was in any hurry to get away and I said I wasn't. He said he was horny again and asked if I was up for another session. He was wearing jogging bottoms and a T shirt and as he said this he leant back, showing me that his cock was hard. He got his cock out and I began to suck him again. We went upstairs and he led me in to what was obviously a spare bedroom. I sucked and rimmed him some more and then he said he would love to fuck me again. His voice changed and he sounded a bit nervous as he said "the only thing is I...err... I don't think we've got any more condoms". I didn't think for a minute that he really didn't have any condoms but I didn't want to appear to eager, so pretended to hesitate and said I never really did it bareback. He said neither did he and after a while I let him "talk me into it." His eyes lit up and soon I was kneeling on the bed and Adrian was pushing his bare cock up my arse. He had fucked me well the night before but this time he was much more into it and also more vocal, telling me how good it felt to fuck me bareback and how he was going to come right up my arse. He started fucking faster and when he started coming he wrapped his arms round me and pushed his cock right up me, telling me to take his fucking load. It was very horny - especially as he had no idea his boyfriend had dumped a load up me just a few hours earlier. It was a great fuck but there was more to come as Adrian turned me over and went down on my cock. I thought he was going to suck me off and I was close to coming but to my surprise he took the lube and rubbed some on his arse and then climbed on top of me, took hold of my cock and guided it towards his arse hole. He pushed down and my cock went right up him. He groaned "oh fuck, yeah" and started to ride me. After a while he climbed off me and bent over the bed. I stood behind him and pushed my cock up him again. I was soon close to coming and I told him so "Do it," he moaned "fucking do it. Come up my arse." I moaned and started to shoot what I knew was a big load of spunk right up his arse. I had now seen a totally different side to Adrian. I never saw Darren again but I met up with Adrian the next couple of times I was in the area. The first time we went for a few drinks after work and he ended up back at my hotel on his back with his legs in the air as I fucked him bareback and he begged me to fuck him harder and spunk up his cunt. The second time was a quickie when he came by my hotel on his way to work. He was already lubed up and he just dropped his pants and bent over, telling me to fuck him and load him up. When I had shot my load up him he pulled his pants up and went of to work. I found the whole experience really horny and also quite funny. They were both so obviously into bareback sex. I have since wondered if they have been honest with each other or if they are still carefully using condoms in front of each other and barebacking behind each other's backs.

I've been barebacking for years, although I never could get through the pain to really enjoy it, even with poppers. This year I changed my approach by adding a bit more to my play dates, hoping that after all I had experienced I would be bred, which was a 'big to do' on my bucket list. Well it happened last night. I had been talking to this guy for a few months off various websites, and we were finally were able to make something happen. I met him at a friend's house, and we all got naked and partied up. After about an hour of playing around, sucking each other, hitting the poppers, I felt all loose and slutty, just like I wanted, so I asked him to fuck and breed me. I got my friend all nice and hard, and tried to ride him for a bit. Then he had me bent over the bed. A few minutes later he grunted and I asked "Did you cum? Did you breed me?" "Yep," he replied, "I shot a nice load in there for ya." I smiled as he kept fucking me for a little bit longer, but he didn't give me any more loads. Now I'm looking for more! Hell yeah!

Alright guys, sorry for all the confusion, but here it is, in its entirety, from start to finish. Be aware that Part 1 only hints at anything gay, but part two includes straight sex, gay sex, drug use, and all sorts of other nasty ideas that will come to fruition in part 3 so keep reading!!! "Abel" Bodied Boy Part 1: From Nobody Special to Nobody Better Abel or Abe as he preferred to be called, was not known for much. He’d spent most of his time on this planet getting by, much like any other teen boy his age. Average was the word most commonly used to describe him: average grades, average home life, average family, average intelligence, average athletic ability, average interests, average looks, etc. Without any significant talents or faults to set him apart, he ended up floating squarely in the middle of his pack of peers, where he got along fine and didn’t make waves…or friends. Those of his school mates who even knew who he was had very little to say about or to him, which suited him fine. Not even noticeable enough to be bullied, Abe enjoyed the anonymity of his status with what few friends he had. For many years Abe split his time between being alone and hanging out with the two people he called his friends, his neighbor Will and the girl down the street, Lane. In all likelihood, the three of them would never have known each other were it not for their proximity and the fact they were all in the same year in school. Once Abe moved into the middle house on the cul de sac it was only a matter of time until he was forced to interact with the only two kids in the housing development. Sure enough, he boarded the bus a few weeks later and sat across from the boy he’d seen outside in the backyard next to his, and they were soon joined by the shy girl from the end of the block. 7 years later they were still bus buddies, only now they knew everything about each other. With summer coming, Abe and Will had gotten jobs at the local pool life guarding, and Lane would be leaving for 8 weeks to visit her Dad in Ohio. Nobody seemed too sad when they were separated, and besides a few random text messages and emails, they didn’t keep in touch. Assuming this year would be exactly like the last two, Abe and Will walked to work the first day with barely a word between them, instead listening to music on their respective devices. Once they were inside the lockerroom it became all to clear how wrong they were. “Suit up guys, and meet me on deck for lifeguard certification tests,” Mike, The new manager of the pool was an eager college guy from the nearby university with grandiose ideas about what his staff could do with some focus and pressure. Abe was not looking forward to losing the cushy gig he’d gotten used to, but he knew he was too late to find another gig for the season, so he pulled up his trunks, shuffled out onto the hot concrete deck and stood up straight, pretending to be interested in what the boss was about to say. “This year we’ll be looking for more than just the requirement,” the 5’9” blonde muscular manager said with enthusiasm. “We’ll be looking for folks that go the extra mile and take this job seriously. Some of you will not have the drive to do what it takes to go the distance, but a few of you might find something unexpected lurking inside you, pushing you further that you knew you could go. It’s my hope to turn those few people into leaders, and together we can lead each other to something amazing.” Will rolled his eyes at Abe and a couple of the other teens obviously felt the same way, Still Abe was desperate to make some money this summer, so he ignored them and tuned in to what Mike was asking of each of them. It seemed simple enough, just some extra laps before and after work, a few hours a week in the attached rec center to build strength on the weight machines, and participation in some activities outside of their normal work hours where they’d be able to learn new skills and take part in teamwork activities. At the end of the summer, if each of them took on Mike’s challenge, he promised that they’d each qualify for their certifications in snorkeling, first aid, and scuba-diving. On the way home from work, tired and wet from the added laps, Will bitched about how much he hated the new manager and everything he had in mind for them. “Who does this asshole think he is? He thinks ‘cause he has three years of college under his speedo that he can make us do this shit and get away with it? I don’t think so. If he tries to make us do it again tomorrow, I say we quit;” Will proposed. He was so fired up that he didn’t notice Abe’s face. The furrowed brow and squint in his eye would have given away the fact the Abe was torn, but Will was so used to having his buddy agree with everything he said, that he didn’t even look. Back at their houses, Will said goodnight and disappeared inside while Abe sat on his lawn and took a folder from his bag. Inside was some of the papers that Mike had laid out on the counter before they left, detailing the different parts of his plan for the teens. Whether or not he was on board with all of it would depend on what he could foresee being a part of it, but that wasn’t his only reason to sit outside and review the facts. The truth was Abe’s mom had started seeing a man a year ago, and Abe wasn’t a fan. Much like everyone else he knew, Abe’s mom’s boyfriend ignored him most of the time. This would have been fine except there was only one person in the world who always put Abe first, and that was his mom, Millie. Around when school ended, Millie informed her son that the new guy would be moving in with them at the end of the month, and before Abe knew what was happening, the boyfriend was trying to befriend him. Suddenly Abe’s home-life consisted of forced interaction or wrestling for attention with Rich, a junior partner at the firm where Millie was a paralegal. The guy was probably not bad, but Abe had gotten used to being the only man in his house and now he was finding any and every excuse to avoid the ‘happy couple.’ Still, this plan of Mike’s seemed to require a lot of hard work and determination; two things Abe avoided if possible. As the sun dropped behind the trees, Abe decided it was time to suck it up and head inside to face his mom and the new guy. The door wasn’t even shut when Rich called out to Abe, asking him where he’d been and why he hadn’t called to let them know he was going to be home late. Shuddering Abe ignored the substitute dad routine and snuck up the stairs to find his mom. Alas she was snuggled under a blanket with Rich watching TV, so he made a few half-hearted apologies for not calling and went to the kitchen to grab some food. When Abe heard Rich yell something after him that sounded like a promise to talk more later, the teen made up his mind to spend as few seconds under the same roof as Rich that he possibly could, even if it meant becoming the best employee Mike had ever seen. Three days of extra laps and scheduled work outs later, Will had had enough. True to form, he tried to pull a coup when Mike was done handing out the schedules for the following week, telling his boss that none of the staff was going to take this abuse. Mike looked puzzled so Will explained that either he tone down the extra work or he’d be walking off the job, with most of the staff behind him. Of course neither of them knew who was really going to take part since the entire staff was literally lined up behind Will, waiting to receive the schedules. Not easily broken, Mike told Will he was disappointed but anyone who wasn’t willing to take part in the activities he had planned was welcome to leave. Both young men stood their ground for a second and waited for the other to crack before Will walked over, picked up his bag and began towards the door. Mike showed no reaction as three more staff members went to join him, leaving only five people standing before him. To Will’s surprise, Abe was one of the five remaining workers. Waiting at the door for his friend to join him, Abe kept his eyes forward, looking at Mike instead, until his friend got the message and went out the door, slamming it behind him. “That can’t have been easy for you Abel,” Mike said as he entered the room where Abe was showering. The younger man was startled and jumped at the sound of the older guy’s voice, but tried to seem cool about the whole thing, just shrugging and telling Mike to call him Abe. “Sorry, Abe. I just mean I know Will is your friend and I wanted to tell you I think it takes a lot of courage to choose to honor your commitments and take on something of this magnitude, especially when your friends want you to quit.” “I need the job Mike,” Abe muttered, very aware that he was naked in front of his boss…who also happened to be naked. Naked, buff and tan from head to toe, even on and around his balls, meaty cut cock and trimmed blonde bush. “Can’t afford to quit.” “Even so, I admire what you did,” Mike moved closer and slapped him on the back with one of his big hands. Trying not to stare, Abe waited until Mike had his eyes closed under the spray before turning and looking at the built body of his boss. When he raised his gaze all the way up, he blushed to see Mike returning the favor. Turning away he mumbled an apology to the jock, expecting an angry rant but hearing laughter. “Don’t sweat it man. I work hard on my body to get people to stare. True, you’re not my usual target but I don’t blame ya dude. If I still looked like you, I’d be checking out the dudes I wanted to look like too. Luckily, if you show the same spirit all summer that you did today, and take part in all the voluntary work-out sessions, I can have you half way to buff by the end of the summer.” Disbelieving, Abe scoffed at the older man, but Mike assured him it was true before flexing an arm and telling him that “this monster gets me all the pussy I want.” That night Abe lay in his bed imagining what he would look like with abs and pecs and arms like Mike, and it made him laugh. Then he imagined some of the girls from the pool he’d seen leaving with Mike, and what it would be like to take his place with them. He laughed again but a little less than before. Finally he imagined himself being mounted by the hot blonde in the bikini from the swim team, sliding his long thin uncut meat into her imaginary cunt. He wasn’t laughing anymore as his hand fished his hard cock from his boxers and began stroking it. The last thought in his mind was his head on Mike’s body, as Lane dropped to her knees in front of him and began blowing him. Laying there with his stomach and chest drenched in boycum, he drifted to sleep with a smile on his face, but not before setting his alarm to make sure he’d be up in time to make the 6:30 workout on Mike’s schedule. Over the next 7 weeks, Abe discovered an unexplored passion. Where average used to be good enough, he found he now wanted more than that. Taking the opportunity Mike was offering him was only the first step towards becoming someone worth mentioning. Once he began taking part in a couple volunteer workout sessions, Abe found it harder and harder to hide out from Rich or sit in Will’s basement and play Halo for hours on end, so he started attending every session he could. No matter why he decided to dedicate himself, he was in completely after a few days, and his boss was only too happy to take it as far as Abe could go. Most of the time, it was only Abe and Mike in the gym before and after work, even on their days off. Soon Mike was providing his new protégé with protein powder and old copies of Men’s health so Abe could work out every spare second of the day. Abe watched as his long lanky form began to take shape, with defined abs, widening shoulders and pecs, steadily growing biceps, thighs and calves, and a tighter, rounder, higher pair of ass cheeks. With only one more day until Lane got back from her dad’s, Abe was proud to look in the mirror and see a stud staring back. He knew he needed a lot more muscle growth before he would be even close to the level of buff as his boss, but he no one could deny that ol’ Average Abe had been replaced with a head-turning, lip-lick-inducing, toned titan. Girls were becoming more and more talkative at the pool, but for some reason Abe only wanted Lana’s attention. That’s why he texted her to come join him at the pool as soon as she got back and was unpacked, not knowing she wasn’t coming alone. Heart pounding, Abe was posed and perspiring atop the lifeguards chair as Lane made her way over to him. Mike had obtained a new pair of trunks for him to wear that was a size smaller than before, and many guys and girls had commented on how great his ass and legs looked in it (they also noticed his bulge in them but no comments had been made yet). He was so excited to see the object of his lust that it took him a moment to realize she was pulling someone with her. Abe tried his damnedest not to look angry or hurt when he realized she was holding hands with Will, who he learned was her new boyfriend. Listening and biting the inside of his cheek, Abe smiled as Lane explained that Will had been texting her all summer since abe “abandoned” him to work out all the time, and the chatting had grown into something more over the last week or so. Turns out Lane had come home the night before, and stayed up with Will, lying on the porch, talking until the sun came up. Destroyed, but too proud now to show it, Abe spent the day with the girl he loved and his friend who had her instead. When school started back up, Mike and Abe decided to keep working out together, and Mike even offered some assistance to Abe with his classes if Abe agreed to join the swim team. Reluctant at first, Abe wondered if he could return to his old habits and be content with mediocrity. Unable to distract himself with his friends, since they were now an inseparable couple in love, or slack off at home, since Rich had doubled his efforts to be involved in Abe’s life; Abe found himself diving head first into school and his workout routine. Rich was so desperate to insert himself in some way that he spent a ridiculous amount of money and transformed the attic above the garage into a gym, with a plan to work out along side Abe and better get to know him. Like most middle aged men, Rich had no idea just how hard the teen liked to go when he worked out, and gave up taking part after two pitiful attempts. Now the gym was free for Abe (and Mike when he could get away from college) to use as often and as long as he wanted. By the time October tryouts came up, Abe was in the best shape yet and had no problem getting on the varsity team. It didn’t hurt that Mike agreed to be assistant coach. A few weeks of Mike’s heavy training and a new practice routine did more than anyone could have expected, leading Abe and his teammates to dominate at the first 3 swim meets of the season. Once Christmas break arrived, Abe was happily surprised to receive invites to parties and skitrips by half the guys on the team. When the next semester began, word was spreading that Abe was on a short list to be team captain the following year and would definitely be making all-state. Almost overnight, Abe was everyone’s best friend. Anyone who was anyone knew who Abe was and what he could do. Rumors even spread concerning his sexual prowess, even though he was still a virgin, too focused on school and the team to notice all the girls who wanted him. Mike was always telling him how far Abe could go when properly motivated, and once his SAT scores arrived, he began pushing the teen to apply to some colleges. College had always seemed impossible, but still Abe had saved all his money from birthday checks, Christmas Cards, life-guarding, mowing lawns, etc. Somehow he envisioned community college and a part time job was his future, but Mike told him to strive for more, just like before. By the end of the swimming season, scouts from schools all over the country had approached Abe and let it be known they were interested. When summer returned and he began receiving early acceptance letters and scholarship offers, he finally believed it might be true. Once he found out that Mike had taken a job coaching across the country the following year, he applied to that school and waited. Working harder than ever, he missed hearing about Will and Lane’s break up until it was all over the pool-gossip line. Abe had written off Lane many months ago, and figured she was out of his life for good until he got a text from her one day as he was working out. “Hey Abel,” Lane was the only one who called him that, including his mother. “wanna hang? Haven’t seen u in 4ever dude! I miss my stable abel!” “Sure, when?” he responded while wondering what brought this on. “In an hour or so? That enuf time 4 u 2 shower and change and come over?” Her text came back instantly and he pondered how she knew he needed a shower. “My window faces ur gym window.” She added, as if she read his mind and knew what he was thinking. “I didn’t mean 2 spy but I saw u and figured u might wanna hang.” “No worries, just need 2 remember 2 close the curtains if I change in here lol. CU in an hour.” He typed, trying to act cute and not dash to the window and look for her. “K, cu soon. P.S. U don’t have 2 close them all the way ” her last text made his dick jump. Had Lane been checking him out? Was that why she and Will broke up? Looking up from the phone and heading over to close the curtains, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Somehow, with all the homework, studying, working, working out, hanging with his teammates and spending time planning his future with Mike, he’d never realized he’d become exactly what Mike promised: a walking muscle god. He may not have been as buff as Mike, but his body was more defined, more toned for him to use in the pool. Pulling the curtains closed, he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slid them and his jockstrap to the floor. His cock was hardening rapidly, so he discarded his weight gloves and took it in his hand. Jerking himself with one hand and fondling his muscles in the other, he honestly wasn’t sure if it was because he was about to see Lane or because he found himself to be so hot. An image of Mike’s nude body flashed before him and he smiled, proud that he was now in the same league as the man who’d taught him so much. Suddenly in the mood to show off, he took a pic of his chest, cock arms and legs with his phone, and sent it to Mike with the caption: “Results you promised, now u have competition bitch! lol” Wondering if he should open the window and show Lane what she was hinting at, he felt a load rising in his balls at just the thought of showing her his cock. Before he could decide, his phone buzzed and he opened a text from Mike. Attached was a few pictures of Mike’s chest, back, arms, legs and butt, all flexed and perfect. The last pic was of him holding his hard dripping cock over the mouth of some lucky co-ed with her tongue out. The caption read “if it’s a competition, I give up, u win. Now get on ur knees and swallow ur prize.” The homoerotic taunt made Abe laugh but the shot of the girl about to lick Mike’s cock was too much for the teen’s libido. Cum started rocketing out off his cock, hitting the mirror and dumbbells in front of him, and finally creating a small puddle at his feet. Breathing hard and keeping his eyes on the picture, he licked his hand clean without a thought as to why, then ran off to shower and see the girl of his dreams. If Abe wasn’t sure whether Lane wanted him around as just a friend or something more, he didn’t have to wait long for the answer. Once he arrived at her house, they snuck up to her room and chatted for 20 minutes before Lane asked him why he was always working out so hard in his gym. As he explained that it had grown from a curiosity into a hobby and was now an obsession, he lifted his shirt to show her his abs as an example. Uninvited and unexpected, she reached out with her petite hands and stroked the curves of his cut abs. As his stomach tensed up from her touch, his pants found less to cling to, and his jeans slid down his torso, revealing the fact he wasn’t wearing underwear. He blushed when Lane pointed it out, not understanding that she was happy about it, until he heard his zipper begin to descend. Over the next twenty five minutes, Abe worked his respectable 8 and a half inch uncut cock into her tight twat while maneuvering her so he could watch her moan and shiver, making her perky tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust. Having seen Will hard a few times when they would jerk off looking at Will’s brother’s pornos, Abe knew Will wasn’t as long as he was, although they were around the same width. Since toning his stomach, Abe had seen his cock get longer, or at least seem longer, so it took awhile for Lane to be able to take the whole thing. In the last few minutes, she was taking it all and begging for more, which worked Abe up until he couldn’t hold back and blasted his load inside her. Informing Lane he was cumming with a scream, she hopped off his cock and let the last few spurts hit her in the tummy and tits before leaning down and licking it clean. Disappointed he’d cum before getting her off, Abe threw her back on the bed and started licking and fingering Lane, imitating the porn video he’d found and watched at Mike’s a few weeks ago when the college stud left him alone after a work out to run to a class. Since she was already worked up, Lane had no trouble giving Abe a hand by stroking her clit and pussy lips while he licked and nibbled on her. In no time she was on the verge of cumming, and seeing Abe’s renewed hard on, she told him to fuck her while she creamed. Showing no mercy, he slammed most of his cock in on one stroke and less than a minute of pounding later, Abe felt her pussy shoot all over his cock and pelvis. The added lubrication made it easier for him to pick up the pace, spending five or ten minutes giving Lane orgasm after orgasm until he felt himself get close again. Pulling out of her wet snatch, Abe grabbed his phone from the bed next to him, and turned on the camera while Lane lay beneath him with her eyes closed. Tucking the phone into the arms of a teddy bear a few feet away from them, Abe hit record and got in position to jerk off on Lane’s tits and face. He started cumming the moment he thought about showing the tape to Mike, and how the stud would react to a video of his younger friend losing his virginity and coating the girl in his warm boy cum. As he soaked her chest, chin and cheeks, somehow the vision in his mind combined the actions until Abe was shooting all over Mike. The idea made him cum even harder. After cleaning up, getting dressed, making out for awhile and then sneaking back out of Lane’s house, Abe was exhausted. Walking down the block to his house, he looked over and wondered if Will had done anything like that with Lane. He decided it was better not to think about it since Will was his friend and he’d just slept with Will’s ex. As if a light turned on, Abe suddenly realized what he’d done might end his friendship with Will. Guilt sat in his stomach like a rock until he decided that Will had ended their friendship, not him. Satisfied with his justification, Abe went to bed dreaming of Lane. Abel Bodied Boy Part 2: Trying New Things Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which is now right above Part 2). 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!

I started thinking about guys more than girls since I saw my sister sucking her bf's cock when I was 13. After seeing all I could think of was being on my knees in front of some hot guy. At 15 i discovered magazines like Honcho and Blueboy. I spent hours and hours jerking off while reading stories about guy on guy fucking. Of course i was totally turned on by stories of bottom boys getting used. At 16 i discovered cruising. As often as i could - usually 3-4 times a week - i would be there on my knees suckimg off 1 or 2 guys before i got nervous enough to run home. That same year i discovered birdhouses. I woild end up there once or twice a month and again suck 1 or 2 guys before leaving. This pattern went on until i was in my twenties. From 20 to 40 i would go cruising Monday to Friday, sucking multiple guys. Saturday night i woild head to the bathhouse and spend an hour or two sucking every cock that cane through that hole. Lots of guys wanted to fuck me but i was too much of a pussy to let any if them. The irony there was after sucking off many guys i would head home and spend an hour or so fucking my ass withmy toys Soon after my 4Oth birthday i discovered treasure island media! There, right on my tv i saw what i always dreamed of being! Three weeks later it was blackout Thursday at Central Spa. I took the say off work and showed up, way to eagerly, half an hour after they opened. To make sure i wasn't going to chicken out, i had a few drinks on the drive there. I got a room, some poppers and excitedly got ready for what i hoped was my first bargaining. I used a plug to loosen up and the opened my door a bit, got on ny knees and stuck my ass in the air. Sadly the first few guys just fingered my hole and then left. Finally though this hot guy clued in and simply walled in, closed the door, dropped his towel and slid his hard bare cock deep in my ass. I had some poppers and told him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted - and he did! I was in my own personal bb slut heaven - taking my first bare cock for my first ever fuck. He gave me a good pounding and then slammed in deep and bred me! When he pulled out, i stood up and told him he just popped my cherry. In response he kissed me deeply then thanked me. That was the first of 6 anonymous loads i took that day. I was so proud of myself because i finally gave in to my true nature and became the slut i've always wanted to be. Since that day i have gone to every blackout Thursday to take as many bare cocks as i can. I also stop in most days at lunch or after work to be bred. It's really hot heading back to work and going to meetings with cum leaking out your ass. I haven't been tested but after so many years taking hundreds of bare loads i know i'm poz. My only "fantasy" left is for guys to vid me while they fuck me, showing my face and using my real name so everyone can see what a good cum dump i am...thanks for reading lmmm

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Why in the hell is a bottom bent over in a bookstore with a dirty hole? As a person who is 110% bottom,and has service better than 10,000 different cocks in my life, I would NEVER go to a bar bath or bookstore not totally flushed out and ready--and yeah, maybe an accident can happen, but I am totally aware what my ass is up to at all times. Even the slightest slippage and my hole would have been closed until repairs were made. Not to mention the shit on the tops cock ( disrespectful) stinking HIS cock up, it is also going to stink up the booths and any play other men may want will be a sex kill once they step into that booth or put their face near that glory hole ! Someone like this really needs a weekend in a dungeon somewhere learning respect and manners <g>

Abel bodied boy part 3: Mostly Willing and Abel Here’s a recap and character description for anyone who needs it. Characters: Abel aka Abe: 5’11” brown hair, hazel eyes, ripped smooth straight swimming dude with an 8.5 inch uncut dick. Former loser/average-Joe turned high school swim team super star after a summer spent lifeguarding (and becoming buff) under the tutelage of Mike. Abe spent most of senior year dating a girl he’s loved for years, but was heartbroken when she admitted she wanted to break up after graduation and then cheated on him with her ex. Upset and humiliated, he ran off to spend a week with Mike, which has culminated in a guys’ night complete with drinks, porn, parTying and Abe witnessing two of the guys engaged in gay sex. Mike: 5’9” blonde, blue eyes, muscular shaved body-building college prof/athletic coach with a thick 7.5 inch cut cock. Worked with Abe at the pool while finishing grad school, becoming a good friend and motivation to him in the process. Moved cross-country to take his first coaching job at a prestigious university and invited Abe to come visit after hearing how he got his heart broken. Hosting a party with some friends, and introduced Abe to his first hard drugs. He just witnessed the same thing Abe did and seems unphased… Chris: 6’1” Buzzed black hair, blue eyes, shaved college swimmer with the body to match and 8 inches of uncut meat. Abe spent the week shadow Chris to his classes and hanging with him. Chris helped organize the party and doesn’t know that Mike and Abe just saw him get sucked off by another party guest, Westy, and promised Westy he would take it up the ass from him later! Dirk: 6’4” Buzzed brown hair, brown eyes, slim, tattooed, wiry, white-trash drug dealer with serious abs, dark treasure trail but hasn’t revealed his cock yet. Came with Chris to the party and provided the tina and other party favors. Assistant Football Coach Kiernan “Westy” West: 6’2” brown curly hair, green eyes, firm muscular built body of an athlete, with curly chest hair, sweet bubble butt and 7 thick cut inches. Westy just sucked off Chris in the basement bathroom and showed off an impressive bulge, promising to use it on Chris’ ass later. Assistant Wrestling Coach Cody “Eddie” Edwards” 5’9” wavy black hair, olive skin, dark eyes, fuzzy muscular body, awesome smile, and who knows what else… Eddie has been enjoying the party so far and has no idea what his best friend, Westy, just got caught doing in the bathroom. Now where were we? Ah yes… Realizing Westy was about to discover him, Abel panicked at the thought of Chris and Westy finding out he watched them screwing around. 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?" Now Part 3 “I…um…” Abe sputtered and turned bright red. He willed his hard on to go away, and figured the embarrassment would do it, but no such luck. It continued to pulse harder against his abs as he tried desperately to find some excuse why he’d been watching two guys go at it in the bathroom. Instead he found himself mesmerized by Mike’s wide tan pecs and bulging arms as they worked to put the tina in the pipe. “Calm down Abel,” the blonde god laughed and patted the couch next to him, before pulling out the torch and starting to melt the pipe’s contents. “If you’re gonna get freaked out everytime somebody sneaks off to fuck around tonight, you might as well go back home right now.” “You serious?” Slowly sinking next to his friend/idol, Abe’s incredulity was the only thing that gave away his inexperience and age. Waiting for the answer as Mike took a hit off the glass bubble, Abe couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was in over his head and should do as the more experienced guy suggested. “Yeah, but don’t sweat it Abe. Just take a hit,” Mike handed him the pipe and torch, exhaling his own huge cloud as he explained. “and keep an open mind. Guys will be guys, and sometimes, when there isn’t any pussy around, they will do stuff you’d never expect. Desperate high times call for desperate low measures.” The two of them shared a laugh at Mike’s joke and Abe felt himself worrying less and less as they continued to pass the pipe between them. Before long, he’d forgotten to be afraid and was asking dirty questions about what Mike had seen guys do when they were on this stuff and how far would they go when they had no girls around. “You’ll be amazed,” Mike lamented before taking a shotgun hit from Abe’s mouth, brushing his pink lips against the teen’s mouth as he did it, then exhaling back to the boy with another brush past. “This shit makes men wicked horny for any warm body I meet.” “Any warm body YOU meet,” Abe repeated the coach’s words, to be sure he heard right. “You mean you’ve-“ “Not me specifically,” Mike quickly corrected the boy. “I just mean these clouds cloud your judgement and anyone can end up doing something you don’t expect.” They sat only a few inches apart and looked at each other. Abe’s head was spinning, sweat rolled down both their bare torsos and he was aware once again that his cock was hardening in his jock. The only sound he could hear was his own heart beat as the two of them leaned in towards each other. Moments, perhaps only a second before they were close enough for their lips to meet, they jumped apart when Chris’ voice called out for Mike to “come judge the contest.” Caring little about what Chris was asking, both guys hopped up and collected themselves before heading back into the main room to see what the swimmer jock wanted. It was perfect timing as Chris was just a few steps from coming into the room to look for them. “Westy and Eddy are fucking around, doing a “pose” off, and they want to have a contest to see who has the hottest bod.” Chris informed them, oblivious to what he’d almost walked in on. “so we need you guys to come judge.” “Screw judging,” Mike responded, leading Chris and Abe over to the couches and tossing Dirk the pipe to reload while he talked. “It wouldn’t be a fair fight without me competing.” Chris, Eddy and Dirk all chimed in with an “ooooohhh” signifying the fact they were being burned by the buff young blonde coach, but they couldn’t seem to do it with a straight face. The laughter was dying down as Dirk suggested he and Abe would judge, which got some approving responses until Abe’s voice broke above the din. “What about me?” asked the high school swim god. “What about you?” Westy replied, stretching his arms in preparation for the contest. “I wanna compete too,” Abe’s response silenced the other guys for a second before Mike walked over to him and clapped a hand on his back and chuckled. “Fine,” the host said, squeezing his teen protégé’s shoulder. “We can all compete and we can all judge.” Abe couldn’t believe he’d been so brazen to suggest he might have a chance at competing in anything with these fully developed models of muscular perfection. Even Dirk, the skinniest of the group, possessed abs with more ridges than most mountain ranges. If Abe had any chance of saving face, he knew he’d need something a lot more flashy than his b-ball shorts to show off in. He considered dropping his pants and posing in his jock, but then he knew his big round ass would be on display and might lower his chances of doing well. The problem seemed to solve itself when Dirk began bitching about how unfair it was that Chris could show off in the speedos, while he was stuck in a pair of plaid boxers and his board shorts. The color drained from Chris and Westy, and Abe suddenly remembered that they’d switched undies back in the bathroom when Westy sucked Chris off. If they dropped their shorts, everyone would know they’d been fucking around. Abe smirked and looked over to Mike who shared a look with him that said ‘I know what you’re thinking’ causing the two of them to laugh. Eddy and Dirk seemed confused by their outburst, but Chris and Westy were suddenly sharing looks that seemed to share a fear that maybe the laughter was at them…which it was. Taking pity, Mike offered a solution. “How about this?” He said, standing up with a freshly loaded bowl and handing it to Abe to hit so he would stop laughing. “I have some new calvin klein tighty whiteys upstairs in my room, we can each wear a pair of those.” “Still not even odds bro,” Dirk chimed in. “I got a lot smaller waist than you old ass mutha fuckers. Chris n’ Abel and I’ll be swimmin in that shit!” “I got a few clean pairs in my suitcase,” Abe said before realizing what he was offering. True he was not as skinny as Dirk, but he was a lot closer around the waist than Mike, Eddy and Westy. “Sounds good to me bro,” Chris chimmed in, desperate for any option that wouldn’t involve him having to show himself in Westy’s oversized briefs, with a combination of their jizz spotted in the crotch. “Sweet,” Mike said, hopping into coach mode and ending the debate. “Abel, go with Dirk and show him where yours are, then grab the unopened pack from the bag near my bed, I’ll change the lighting and you three can refill the pipes. When everyone gets back we can each take a second between turns to step into the john and change, cool? Go to it!” -- Taking two steps at a time, Dirk chatted about what a chill pad Mike had, and held a conversation about how good the tina was with himself. Abe just went along as tour guide and it was a good thing, since he was preoccupied with thoughts of Chris and Dirk in his underwear all the way up. “---dontcha think bro?” Abe caught the end of whatever question Dirk was asking as they turned the corner into the guest room/gym where Abe was staying while in Mike’s house. Before he could ask Dirk to repeat himself, the dealer interrupted him with some more one-sided chatting. “Damn dude, check out the mirrors in this place. Oh shit and the work out shit too! Mike is one kinky mutha fucker! Bet he lays on this weight bench and lifts naked! Pro’ly doesn’t have Looks like it was made for porn!” Dirk pulled his boxers and shorts down so his ass was hanging out, and mounted the bench and began humping it. In spite of his tweaked state, Abe laughed and enjoyed the other boy’s antics. Once he’d gotten a laugh, Dirk hopped back up, but left his shorts and boxers pushed down his butt cheeks, holding them up in front with one hand and readjusting his ball cap with the other. “So where are these lil boy undies o’ yours man?” Dirk said, kicking off his shoes and hopping onto the bed. Abe was offended by the implication that his briefs were for little boys, so he pulled them out and tossed a pair on Dirk’s face. The dealer flung them back and the two of them traded the white cotton underwear a few times before Abe defended them. “Nothing little about what goes in these dick!” Abe said grabbing his crotch, trying to seem tough and manly. “Prove it Marky Mark” Dirk’s insult made little sense until Abe caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and started laughing again. “Fuck you dude,” Abe shot back. “At least I’m not Eminem’s retarded cousin, skittles.” Both guys cracked up at that, but suddenly Dirk was on his feet next to Abe, with his outstretched hand pushing a pair of briefs in Abe’s chest. “Seriously, show me how butch you look in your panties.” Dirk stopped laughing and gave Abe a look that he recognized from the showers with the swim team There is was used as a taunt. An unspoken dare by some cocky dude who wanted the other dude to drop his speedos or run out crying. Either way it was a win for the daring party, but rarely turned out well for the dared. After all, even the most hung guys are tiny after two hours in an ice cold pool with their junk plastered to their hips in spandex. This time however, Abe was confident that his cock, which had been hard until only a few minutes before, would be ready to prove its worth. “Fine,” turning around, Abe pulled down his shorts and jock and stepped out of them, before realizing Dirk could see everything in the mirror. Undaunted, he turned to face the boy, who he now realized was probably only 2 or 3 years older than him, and slowly donned the white briefs. “Not bad A,” Dirk reached out and squeezed Abe’s crotch, but the teen controlled his urge to jump away and let the older teen have a feel. “Not bad at all. Got another for me?” Abe turned around and pulled another pair from the pocket on his suitcase, and handed back to dirk just as he was stepping out of his own undies and shorts. Standing up straight, Dirk had almost 6 inches on Abe, made all the more obvious with how close they were standing. Still that was nothing compared to the difference in their cocks. “Fuck man, you’re…huge,” Abe blurted out. “Heh, yeah.” Dirk shrugged, took the briefs from Abel’s hand and stepped into them, keeping eyes on the boy the while time. “Gets about 9 and half hard, but hits ten when it gets a tight pussy for the first time.” “Did it hurt?” Abe asked, referring to the piercing just underneath the head. “Nah man,” Dirk said, shrugging, and tucking the cock head away, but leaving his hand on it, so stroke a few times before pulling away. “Just sore for a couple days and hurt like a bitch first time it got hard, but since then it is awesome. Makes all the bitches cum. Wanna feel?” Abel was suddenly back in the real world and stepped away, realizing he was getting hard while they had been watching each other. “go ahead dude, don’t be shy.” Dirk wasn’t letting Abel leave. He grabbed the teenager by the wrist and thrust his hand into his own hardening cock. On instinct, Abel began palming it, helping it get bigger, and bigger. “You weren’t lying Dirk, you’re at least 9 inches.” Hearing Abe talking about the cock in his hand, Dirk released the grip on his wrist, knowing Abe wasn’t gonna run now that he had a cock in his hand. Dirk reached over and returned the favor, until both of them were hard and leaking in their briefs. Dirk leaned in and tried to kiss Abe, who turned his head to the side at the last second. The drug dealer always got what he wanted, so he grabbed the boys face and turned it back to his but they both jumped apart when a voice called up the stairs and told them to hurry up. Dashing to grab their shorts and pull them on over the briefs, they ran out so fast that Abe had to stop half way down the stairs and go back for another pair for Chris, and the unopened pack for the three muscly dudes. Holding the plastic wrapped briefs in his hand, he noticed something on the floor next to the bed, and realized it was Mike discarded jockstrap from their work out before. There was no way Mike could have changed before the other guys arrived, which meant he’d either shimmied out of it when Chris was with him in the other room, putting on the speedos or…Abe picked the jock up, it was still warm. He felt his stomach rising up. Mike must have been the voice they heard, and he must have yelled for them after he’d come upstairs and stripped off the jock. Abel stepped back into the hall and looked down to the door where he was staying. If mike had even glanced slightly that direction, he could have seen the entire production between Abe and Dirk. Descending the stairs, he dreaded the moment he’d have to face the rest of the party, sure that they would all be calling him a fag. Taking a deep breath before heading through the basement door, he reminded himself that Mike said nothing about Westy and Chris, and told himself that he knew they were closer friends than Mike and some guy from his team or a new co-worker. Still he broke a sweat, and it wasn’t just because the temperature in the basement was at least five degrees warmer than the rest of the house. As it turned out, Mike seemed oblivious and was more concerned with who would go first than what he maybe saw. Looking into his eyes as he hand Mike the briefs, Abel caught no sign or hint at anything other than his friend’s regular glance. It made him feel warm when their hands touched as they exchanged the package, and the smile from the blonde made his stomach go from nervous to tingly in no time. Worried he was getting hard again, he was surprised to find he was soft for the first time all night. He took a couple hits off the pipe as Westy went into the other room to change and everyone got seated, and thanked his lucky stars that his dick was finally under control. Part 4 very soon!

I had been approached by the host prior to leaving, him asking if I intended to attend the next evening's party? I told him wild horses couldn't keep me away. Once home I checked my email, nothing but spam. I checked my phone for voice messages. None. I was nearly numb. I was wondering just what I had expected. I had been hoping for some sort of communication from Paul, then wondered why. What did he mean to me now? I got a beer and the thoughts continued. My problems with him had started with my initial fear of having been fucked by a positive top or six. He had sympathized at first, then the real silence and, eventual, abandonment came when I had decided that I had already been infected and continued attending the breeding parties. For some reason, I suddenly felt sorry for my reaction to him and his concern. I was reticent to contact him due to our confrontational and abrupt ending. About two in the morning, and into the second beer, I was feeling mellow and ended up leaving him a voice message. Now it was up to him. Early Saturday I got the text from the host about the time I was supposed to be there leading up to the next breeding party. I heard a ding just after I answered that I would be there. It was a message from Paul. I was bewildered. I felt an urgent need to answer but imagined the impending conversation being just as the last. I bit the bullet and called him. He and I greeting each other cautiously at first but finally began to talk as we had before. We had been intimate to a point but I had responded badly to his judgment of my having knowingly allowing myself to be fucked by positive men. Still, I had some remaining level of attachment to him. He had been my first bare fuck and the first to seed me. The conversation quickly led to the painful parts, which I expected. Reaching into my soul, I felt we should have to deal with this and get it over with. Strangely enough, I was responding in a relaxed manner and trying not to let him anger me. I found myself hearing a slow but sure response from him indicating that he felt guilty in his behavior toward me. I took a long breath and asked him directly what was his real problem? Was it my attending the breeding parties? Was it my thought that I was HIV positive? Was it that I continued attending the parties because I thought I was positive? He admitted, slowly, that it was a combination of the circumstances. I was quiet for a while. "You still there?" "Yes." I hesitated, "Where do we go from here? Or do we?" He asked if I was still attending the parties which I answered. He was quiet. I thought about reminding me that he had introduced me to the host, but didn't. "You've been tested?" I told him the results of the clinic visits so far. I hesitated for a moment then laid out the previous night's party. "They were all positive?" I explained the idea of viral loads to him and that I really couldn't answer anything beyond that, telling him what the host had laid out. He asked and I answered that I thought I had taken two loads but had no idea who or how charged. The phone went quiet for a pregnant moment then I asked if he was still there. "Yes," he hesitated, "I'll be in touch. I've got some things to think about, okay?"

Although there hadn't been any particular pattern to the scheduling of the breeding parties, they seemed to take place on average about every two to three weeks. The longest period so far had been a month and that was the one that had me fearing I had been black-balled so to speak. I had gone back to the clinic to be retested but didn't meet with a doctor just the male nurse that took my samples. I was told this time that I would be notified by mail of the results. I was pleased that I hadn't had to face any more questions concerning my sexual proclivities and choices. It was going on four weeks since the last breeding party and I was actually scanning the Craigslist ads and considering running one again, without knowing just how to phrase it to get what I wanted. I got the text on Wednesday asking if I was ready to attend Friday evening and Saturday afternoon both. I texted back asking, "Friday AND Saturday?" The return text stated that they were separate parties and he felt I might be interested in both. Friday evening found me with seven other presumed bottoms in the bottom's waiting area waiting for our host. Once he arrived, we learned that this was the positive breeding party. He stated that there were a small number of tops, all positive and, in various levels of viral status. He did warn that one of them had informed him that his level was extremely high, so there was a strong likelihood that whomever got his load or loads could possibly be infected. I took a deep breath to calm myself and decided, yet again, to stay for the party. Two bottoms chose to leave. I felt a strange combination of fear and lust. I knew the risks of HIV, and had been reading for the entire time since that first potential breeding about the results of becoming positive. I suddenly realized that I didn't know why I was taking the risk other than for the excitement of what amounted to a strange game of Russian Roulette using cocks and cum instead of a bullet. All it takes to lose at either, though, is that one time. It didn't take long for the six of us bottoms to be prepped and secured in place. We weren't gagged this time. The tops were brought in and the host announced that since there were fewer tops than bottoms that we were reverting to the musical asses format tonight. He planned to vary the length of the intervals but reminded the tops that once the music stopped, they were to go balls deep into their bottom and wait for the change bottom command. As before, if they came before the music stopped, they were to either continue fucking or were allowed to simply sink balls deep and stay there until the music stopped. They were to make the host know that their bottom had been bred so that he could announce it for all of us to hear. Knowing that since I was chosen by one of the tops to be his starting bitch, I knew that, unless he was a notoriously premature ejaculator, I wouldn't be bred by him unless the host decided to keep that first musical interlude very long. He was nicely sized, thick and somewhat lengthy and I felt him prodding my prostate in a strangely comfortable manner. I was somewhat frustrated when the music stopped and I felt him inject himself completely into my ass as he had been instructed. As he struck bottom, I felt a strange urge as though I were about to cum but without the orgasmic feeling that I had long attributed to it from masturbation. The order came to change bottoms. I was again frustrated when I wasn't filled for the next interlude. I listened closely to the sounds of male on male sex, the mumbled comments, asses being slapped by both hands and pelvises. I snapped for my poppers and took both breaths deep. This session was noticeably shorter although it didn't seem like it to me since I wasn't being fucked. I listened but heard no comments of a breeding having occurred. This time I felt a thick cock slipping slowly into my ass and a pair of large, warm hands cupping and fondling my ass. He took a couple of strokes prior to the music restarting. Once the music started, he quickly settled into a varying set of rhythms in and out of my ass. His hands were always tight on my hips and he was always thrusting his entire length into me before pulling just shy of the head out. I knew I was getting everything he had to give, short of what I was wanting. I was working my anal muscles, trying to milk and work his cock trying to make him breed me. The music stopped, but he didn't. He grunted, clinched his pelvis against my ass and held himself there. Had he? "We have our first breeding of the evening." I was warm all over. I had taken a load of cum from a known positive top. Had I just taken it from the top with the high viral load? I squeezed his cock trying to milk all of his cum inside me. I don't know how many tops were there but I was lucky enough to get another load before the party slowed to a halt. I got the second load early in the musical interlude. I was torn by wanting him to continue fucking and simply plunging into me to pump his load as deep as possible inside me and hold it there. He did the latter then, as the music continued he slowly began stroking in and out. After the music stopped and the host announced another breeding, he pulled out and I felt a warm feeling flowing down my scrotum. Shortly I heard the host announce that the tops were leaving and us bottoms would be released shortly. I snapped for the poppers one last time. I enjoyed the head rush and wondered, was I positive now? Had I gotten what I was wanting? My mood was momentarily fouled by a stray thought of wondering why I wanted it. "I hope you bottoms got what you wanted tonight." Our host started, "The tops were indeed all HIV positive." I noticed the looks on the faces of the other bottoms. One other was smiling, the rest seemed scared or alarmed. I silently chuckled to myself. Some of them apparently hadn't thought this through. The thought of that old adage, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it." sailed through my mind. I smiled at them afraid of having found that out. I left the remains of the two loads I had taken inside me for as long as they would stay. I was somewhat disappointed that I hadn't seen much of the now familiar cum stain evidence in the crotch of my jeans once I got home. But I was wondering, had I gotten that hot load I had been searching for?"

From the profile on a gay website I saw the picture of his smooth, toned body straining to arch and push his ass high in the air while on his knees, and immediately saw the potential of training him. First I started with casual chat, asking if he wanted to chat on web cam. As he turned on his camera and showed me his chest with two small, erect nipples, my dick got hard. As he was cooperative, I told him to undertake different poses and show me different parts of his body. The boy mentioned he was versatile and only plays safe. I played along with his game and asked him if he wanted to meet me. He didn't accept my invitation and kept on coming-up with excuses. For thirty minutes I tried to convince him to meet me, but then he said good bye and signed off. I was pissed I had invested so much in a fucking cock tease boy, and, as I signed off, decided I would make him pay next time. Few days later, I was partying with few of my friends who were all poz and older. We were using a bottom boy who belongs to one of my friends, but, after being double-fucked, the boy's hole became very loose. Fortunately, about then I noticed that my little cock-tease boy had signed online, so I sent him a message and asked him to do a web cam. He obliged. All my friends found his young body sexy so we decided to give him a show. There were five of us, not counting the bottom boy. One black guy in his 40's, 6' 3" and over 200 pounds, a big man with a thirteen inch monster cock and bull balls. In addition there were two handsome white men in their 30's, both sporting eight inch cocks (which, I should note, were somewhat enhanced by T and Viagra. There was a younger white boy with a cock as big as the older white guys. He had exceptional stamina and was very dominant, and loved using bottoms for hours. He and the black man had double-fucked our bottom boy, and destroyed his hole for the night. I should add that I'm a f40 year old white guy, although I honestly think I look somewhat younger, and have almost nine inches of big white meat, to which my bottoms always seem to become addicted. As we showed him our naked bodies, including our semi-hard cocks, I could see the boy's little dick getting hard, but he told me that he had never done groups and uncomfortable at the thought. After lots of sweet talking, finally the boy agreed to meet me. I was annoyed that he made me work so hard, but the prospects of making him pay made it worthwhile. I told my buddies how I was going to set him up by being sweet to him, all the while feeding him drugs. Then, when his inhibitions were gone, we would undertake our usual play session. Everyone agreed. Soon enough my phone rang. I put my shorts and a white tank top on, and answered the door. It was the cock tease. He Asian, dressed in a casual chic manner, and I would estimate was six feet in height, and about 150 pounds, slim, but nicely toned. I led him to the living room and introduced everyone before I took him to the dining room table where I had party supplies spread out on the table. I could tell he had never done most of the stuff that was on the table, but when I asked him if he was into partying, he said 'sometimes' in a bit cocky, twinky way. I held out the pipe to him and lit it, telling him to suck it deep until I told him to stop. He followed my directions and really took a huge hit. The boy must have a good lung capacity. As he placed his mouth on the pipe I gradually lowered the pipe so by the end of the hit, he was leaning forward on his chair resting his elbows on his thighs. I told him to take two more big hits and I could see in his eyes that he was high. But I really wanted to train him right tonight so I told him to take his clothes off before I told him to take more hits. He tried to leave his underwear on which I easily pulled down in one pull which made him lose balance and fall on the ground. I told him get on his knees sit up as I fed him the pipe. I told him to open his mouth wide and stick his tongue out as he exhale the fume and placed my cock head right inside of his open mouth/tongue. Next I told him to take a bit hit and hold it in while he go down on my cock. I wasn't hard yet so my soft cock fit right in his big opened mouth. As I looked down at his face through the white smoke he was letting out while his face puffed up to hold all my soft cock in his mouth and his eyes full of hunger, I knew I had him where I want him to be. I told him not to let my cock out of his mouth til I tell him which he nooded. I slapped his face few times softly. My buddies started to shout sweet words of encouragements like "you are fucking beautiful and sexy" etc. Sometimes they ran their big hands on my boy's body which made him shake and shudder each time. This boy was so high and his whole body was becoming sex hungry. I fed him few more hits as I fed him my now hardening cock. Finally after 8th hit, I kept on pushing in til I had it balls deep and held the boy's head to stop him from moving. I told him to breathe through his nose and felt the boy's throat muscle spasming all around my cock as he tried to relax and accept my cock since I wasn't letting him go. As his throat and mouth relaxed and opened up, his mouth got really watery and the drool kept on leaking out of his mouth around my cock dripping onto my balls and his body. Everytime I held his head down for a while and let go, he took a deep breath and dove back onto my cock. My buddies started to talk dirtier and asked him if he liked my cock and the boy answered without taking his mouth off of my cock as I told him so the sound came out all inaudible. We all had a good laugh and I slapped his face and told him he was a good boy then I spat on his face. My buddies were occasionally laying good slapping or rough handling my boy's body as well which seem to heighten boy's sexual hunger. Finally I suggested a game of "choke the boy" where each of buried our cocks in the boy's throat balls deep and held him there and whoever hold the boy's head the longest wins. My boy crawled on all fours from one cock to the other being choked and finally when he was being choked on my black friend's cock, I saw him almost passing out turning all white. I had to pull my boy off of his grip and the black man apologized but told me it's hard to hold back since my boy seem to beg for control and abuse. We all agreed and I told them that's why I picked him for our play that night. We all laughed and resumed our "choke the boy" a little more until everyone's cock was dripping wet and hard.

Hey guys. Long time lurker; first time poster. I never really thought I'd have a story to post here.. I woke up horny this morning. It was just one of those days, you know? I was constantly checking my hookup apps on my phone while doing typical Saturday stuff. I wasn't really planning on getting any action, but it was still fun flirting with the cute guys in the area. I'm a slender white kid who just turned 20, with well-kept light brown hair, and deep blue eyes. Not to mention a respectable 7.5" endowment. I didn't have any shortage of guys who would play the flirting game with me. Eventually, though, I had a 27 year old dude send me a quick series of messages that managed to amuse me, intrigue me, and turn me on. "Hi!" "Omigosh, you're so hot.." "Can I suck you, please?" "Seriously, I'll pay you.." Flattered, and feeling a bit bad for the smaller, feminine guy of slight frame that I saw in his pictures, I responded that I was interested. I figured that he just hadn't gotten any in awhile, and just needed a bit of dick to take the edge off his hunger. Besides, he wasn't too bad looking, and I like femmes pretty well. Not seriously entertaining the thought of taking his money, I accepted his initial offer ($50) without argument. We kept on talking, and made our arrangements. He asked me to meet him at his apartment in the next town over an hour later, to which I agreed. I got showered, combed my hair out, put on a tight fitting shirt, shorts, and Steve Madden's over my ankle socks, and got in my car to drive over. While on the road, I made a note to remember to bring a condom inside when I got there. I had plans to "save myself" for when I wanted to mount that special boy, but better safe than sorry, right? I got there in about 15 minutes or so, and parked my car. While walking to his apartment's entrance, I called up as he had asked, and he said he would be right down. I waited patiently, shooting the shit with a Domino's delivery guy who was also waiting to be let in. Within a few minutes, the dude came down, and it was one of those "aw fuck, he posted his flattering pictures" moments. The thing about times like those is you have to make a judgement call real quick. Do you want to go through the awkward moment of calling it off, and making some kind of excuse? Are you horny enough that it's not too big a deal? Are you disappointed, but don't want to have come all that way for nothing? I went with the latter option, and greeted the guy while trying to mask a bit of disappointment. We headed back to the elevators, and up to his room, introducing ourselves in person for the first time. He had both of his roommates out for the evening, so we had the place to ourselves. He offered me water, asked if the temperature was fine, and asked if I wanted to watch anything on the TV in his room (including porn). He seemed a bit nervous, but was obviously trying to be a good host, which I appreciated. We watched one of the world cup games in his room for a bit, with him at his desk and me lounging on his bed. We talked about the area, weather, general small stuff. Then we turned to talk of cocks, guys, etc. We discussed sexual positions as well. He said that he was pretty much a bottom, but didn't expect he could take a cock like mine. Nodding, I said I was inexperienced, but knew I'd end up topping. He nodded, too. He admitted to being very horny, and I hadn't gotten off all day, so we were both ready to begin. I kicked off my shoes, while he slipped off his flip flops. I undid my shorts, and slid off my socks while he dropped his shorts. I quickly rolled over then, to put my keys, phone, and condom on his side table. With me lying on the bed, he grabbed the bottom hems of my shorts and pulled them off my shaved-smooth legs. He began to heft and feel my sizable package through my boxer briefs then, while I slid my t-shirt off over my head. He quickly rolled over to my side for a moment then, and shimmied out of his boxers, then taking his tank top off, throwing them both off the side of the bed. He then went to straddle my legs, and peeled my tight underwear back, allowing my seven inches to spring free, then flop against my stomach. Fixated on my sizable length, he quickly pulled my underwear down to my ankles and off my feet. With both of us naked on his bed, then, I began to appreciate the size difference between us. I weighed a good 150lbs, while this guy might be 100 sopping wet. I stood at 5'11", and he must be around 10 inches below that. Finally, while my turgid member had several inches in length, I'd be surprised if his was more than 5". At the base of his bed, he slightly spread my legs then, so that he could crawl between them and begin to lap on my cock a bit. It had been a good while since I'd gotten a BJ, and I lightly gasped at the sweet sensations. As he began to engulf more of my cock in his mouth, I began to get more into it. I lightly caressed and rubbed his sides and shoulders, physically encouraging his efforts. He moved further down my dick then, and moved his body further between my smooth thighs to give himself leverage. Enjoying the sensual body-to-body contact, I brought my legs in around his, enjoying feeling my calves on his, my feet on his. With the setting sun shining through the window onto his bed and our intertwined naked bodies, I had the brief thought of "thank goodness I'm gay." He came up for air after a solid effort with my member, and we engaged in lighter foreplay. He tweaked my nipples, and rubbed my pecs, while I ran my hands up and down his back. We both brought our faces closer then, and shared a very wet kiss. I noticed when we pulled away, that he had moved his hands to my thighs, and was pushing them apart quite firmly. I could now feel the tip of his cock prodding at my crack as well. Before I could continue to process this he brought his mouth back down over my cock, resuming his efforts. He bobbed up and down more fervently now, running his tongue quickly up and down my shaft. I let out light moans of appreciation for his surprising expertise, spreading my thighs ever further to grant him better access. He interpreted this differently, however, and while continuing to suck me, brought one hand down below my balls to tease the smooth entrance to my now-exposed hole. Somewhat uneasy now, but still enjoying the oral attentions, I allowed him to continue. I quickly began to enjoy it, to be honest, and gently bucked my hips against his hand. He shifted his body then, and began giving me a handjob, while he sat upright between my wide open legs. He stopped teasing my hole with his hand then, and instead used it to gently rub his cock head up and down my crack. He continued that way for awhile, and he smirked at me as I continued to gently buck my hips, now against the probing head of his cock. The developments of my situation were certainly not lost on me. I hadn't expected this smaller, stereotypically sissy fellow to make a play like this. He had desperately wanted to suck my dick, even offering money to do so, and even said he was a bottom. Pretty much. What confused me more was that I was enjoying his attentions. Wasn't I supposed to be a top? Something he said interrupted my train of thought. "Huh?" I asked, not hearing what he said. "I asked if you wanted me to fuck you." He stated confidently, still smirking, still pumping my cock and probing my hole, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Please." I simply stated, and I knew I said it with a note of pleading in my voice and a blush on my cheeks. Without another word, he climbed from between my legs to his night stand, looking for his lube in the drawer there. Thoughts drifted through my head of "this is your virginity," and "really? him?" But I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't turning back. I also noticed he hadn't retrieved a condom from his drawer, and while glancing over at mine resting on top of the table, I somehow didn't think to ask him to wear mine. He returned between my legs then, purposefully spreading my thighs once more. I timidly watched as he squirted some lube into his hand, which he rubbed up and down my crack, and around my hole. While I gasped at the cool feeling of the foreign fluid, he squirted a bit more into his hand, which he rubbed up and down his modest length. He then used his hand to guide his cock to my tight, virgin pucker, and looked me in the eyes, that mischievous look still present. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded. He shoved. After a few seconds of firm pressure, his head gained entry, soon followed by the firm few inches of his shaft, until he had wholly penetrated me. My face flushed at the new sensations, and I gasped lightly as I felt his member begin to gently pulse within me. I could feel him so well. The tip of his cock on my inner walls, his balls resting against my crack, his stomach and mine sandwiching my now-neglected cock between them, my arms gently dangling from around his neck, and our legs still intertwined. "You okay?" He asked, looking down into my eyes. "Uh-huh." I affirmed, looking meekly up into his. He began to smirk again then, and resumed bucking his hips once more, now his length pumping in and out of me. He was good, and he lasted a good while. Time and again he managed to make me gently coo with pleasure as his cock reached my sweet spot. I gently bucked my hips in time with his movements, coming to enjoy my more abstract role. I rubbed his shoulders encouragingly, and wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing them in in-time with his thrusts. As he pumped away, I began to ponder my budding role as a bottom. I thought of the defeated Kings of old, sodomized in front of their former subjects, so as to make women of them. I thought of the Greek and Roman youths pursued by the aristocracy, and young British sailors, subjected to the attentions of the senior Seamen. As he continued to buck and thrust, and I let light moans of approval escape my lips, I decided that I was quite happy to be among history's ranks of penetrated men. Soon enough, his breaths became more heavy, and he began to pump in and out of my ass quicker and quicker. Suddenly, he seized up, and gave out a low moan. I could feel his cum slowly dripping out between his softening cock and the edge of my hole. He rolled off to the side of me then, and gave me a calm, confident look. "I came inside you." He stated with purpose. "I know." I nodded once more. We lazed around naked on his bed for awhile longer, engaging in a bit of pillow talk. His lust sated, he talked about his job, asked about my job, what I was going to school for, other such things. I was happy to contribute to the conversation, but gave a light frown while glancing down at my fading erection, which had never been allowed to climax. He invited me out to dinner, but having already eaten I politely declined. As we both stood up to get dressed, he opened his wallet, and with a grin tossed $55 to my side of the bed. I sheepishly returned his grin, and his money. Surprised, he accepted it back, but asked why I didn't take it. I shrugged, and explained I was just into the fantasy of it. He seemed to nod with understanding as he saw me out the door, wishing me a "Happy Pride" as he saw me off. I walked back to my car, then. A noticeable twinge felt between my legs as I walked.

Anyone else here love the smell of their dick and balls? I fucking love mine. I shower regularly, but after a hot sweaty day, I cannot wait to rub my dick and ball sweat all over my face. There's a guy that sucks my dick that loves my how good my dick and balls smell. Turns me the fuck on when he says it. Anyone totally into their own manscent?

Yesterday after I left the gym, I stopped by a shop to get some whey protein as I run out of it a couple of days ago. I saw this cute guy with his iPhone outside, but ignored him as I was supposed to go in and out real quick. He was slim though athletic, scruffy hair, green eyes, a bit dark. Perfect bubble ass, like that ass that calls your name and says: "do me, do me now." Grabbed my stuff and headed to the car, so I turned my head around once more to check on him but he was gone. I sighed and continued. When I got to the car, opened the trunk and put my stuff there, and when I closed it there he was. Out of the blue, he starts random chitchat by asking me about the protein I'd just got. (Seriously? I thought) Told him a little bit about it, and he complemented my arms and stuff. Things started to get weird, so I asked him if he wanted to join me for a drink at home (I was inviting a total stranger home, what's wrong with me?) "Yes," he said. He got in the car, my heart was racing, and we went home. Parked the car, he helped me with my gym bag and headed upstairs. As soon as we got in, I told him to make himself comfy while I got us something to drink. Got us a couple of beers and headed to the living room. He was wearing skin tight jeans, so you could see everything. That got me a little horny and he sensed it. We exchanged a few anecdotes, chitchat, and I jumped and kissed him. We made out for a while and he grabbed my throbbing cock. Fuck it, I was damn horny and this twinky wanted cock. He got down on his knees, pulled my shorts down and started deep throating me. Hell yes, I moaned like a bitch. He's got skills! I face-fucked him for a while, as I touched his cock with my feet. That was a fine cock, trimmed, veiny, and rock hard. Pulled him by the hair and took him to my room. He was lying on his back, legs opened, and I just started eating his ass. That was delish to see him breathing heavily, saying "yes, please." Condoms were never discussed. I have loads of them, but I grabbed my Durex Aloe Vera lub, splashed his hole, covered my dick, and started shoving in. He didn't ask to pull it out, he didn't ask for rubbers, so we were good for good. Temperature inside was high, so fucking hot to feel his ass rubbing my cock... His legs were on my shoulders and I started pounding his ass hardcore style. He was moaning so loudly I had to covered his mouth for the neighbors not to call on my door. Hot. We fucked for good hour, and I started breathing heavily. He just looked at me and said: "breed me, papi." Hell, I delivered and filled him with sweet cum. I jerked him off and he shot all over my chest, his abs, and part of my sheets. Fucking beautiful. We had some more beers and fucked again. He went home with three loads in his ass. So I had a twinkie for snack, full of cream and best of all: no calories.

To Confront or Confess It was a nice night in Boston. The balmy day had become a comfortably warm and breezy night, the streets were alive with the wandering denizens of the city and I had been asked out on a dinner date by the guy I had been fucking more or less regularly as my exclusive cumdump after the condom broke the first time. He had been quiet lately and I thought our little triste had come to an end but perhaps this was him wanting to move up to the next level? He was just a hole to me now, I would definitely be fucking him after the date, but I would have to disappoint him if he wanted romance. We were meeting at his favorite restaurant and afterwards going to his nearby apartment... "So, I have something to tell you," he said as he closed the door to his apartment. We had enjoyed the dinner, the place lived up to its reputation, and I was quite horny for this little twink's ass, he always gave it up so eagerly. "What's that?" I questioned, already feeling like I knew about his wanting more than just my dick. "You pozzed me," he said bluntly, "and I want to know if you knew?" Well, shit. I didn't see that one coming. "I...did?" I mused aloud slowly as I walked slowly by his granite kitchen counter top and slid my index finger along it looking at him curiously. "Yeah, it had to be you," he went on taking off his sports coat and hung it on a nearby coat rack, "I've only been getting fucked by you for the past couple months, and no one ever fucks me raw...only reason I let you is because the condom broke that time and I figured it out later." "So you liked it," I smirked despite myself. "Well, yeah I did...I loved letting you take me and breed me and say how I was your little cum slut, and you just needed me because you didn't shoot your seed unless it went in someone," he admitted, and I could see how hard he was getting beneath his form fitting jeans which made his ass look so good, "I thought to get the pills you could take after getting a load you're not sure about within 24 hours to ensure not getting pozzed, but you were so hot I just coming back and letting you have me over and over again." "And that hasn't changed, has it?" I questioned coming closer to him now and reached my hands around his waste to grab his ass and pull him into me. "No...even now I just wanna open my legs for you and just give it up like usual until you jizz up my ass and zip up to leave like you always do," he breathed softly, his heart I could feel quickening its pace as I kissed him softly and seductively. "So then who cares about all the other sordid details, I just want that ass," I said, and I was sure I had him now. Of course that's when he pulled away, an uncertain and doubtful look in his eyes and face. "Because I was so devastated when I heard the news I slept with someone trying to believe it wasn't true and I know they got it from me," he revealed to my surprise. I lead him over to the nearby couch that faced a small flat screen tv. "Tell me about it," I said, he might have thought I cared about relieving the burden on his shoulders of becoming a gifter like I had, but really I wanted to be turned on about him spreading my seed even more. "I was going into club Paradise, you know...the one with the hot porn playing and the strippers on the first floor," he began the story... "And the dark seedy dance floor down in the basement with everyone trying to fuck on the floor, their car, or an alleyway?" I joked, but knew all too well just how true my words were. "And that's pretty much what happened, he saw me before I saw him...this fucking hot jock sort of guy. I was kind of dancing alone just trying to get lost in the music when he was grinding up against me from nowhere. I didn't even try and see who it was, I just grinded back and gyrated hard and in tandem with the music. His cock was a fat one, I could feel it clear through the jeans and I wanted to get fucked and used like how you always fucked and used me. That's what guys at Paradise were all there to do more or less." I knew I couldn't wait for more of his story, and what was to come, and when you find out what I heard, it'll be even better than any of you could have guessed. ((Short on time, but will get up the continuation ASAP fellas!))

And if you were naked i would have wiped your shit in your hair.

Part 4: showtime Recap: Abel was a good boy with no real ambition, but his boss at the local pool slowly transformed him into a go-getter with an amazing body. This attracted trouble, so after his girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend, he went to visit his old boss who is now a coach at a university. They spent the week ignoring their desires, but now they have been partying with some guys, and Abel thinks the coach might have seen him and the dealer jerking off together in the guest room upstairs. Right now he is happy to pretend it didn’t happen while the guys take turns posing and being judged by one another, to see if they agree on who is hottest. Now… Part 4: Westy looked amazing in the briefs that were at least one size too small for him. His hard cock pushed the crotch out as he flexed his large tan arms, and made his massive hairy pecs dance. Abel could feel himself getting hornier and hornier, but his cock was staying soft. When Westy sat down, each of the guys wrote his score out of ten on a scrap of paper and tossed it in a Ziploc marked “Westy” on the side. Next was Eddie. Abel had barely a chance to speak to Eddie before now, but seeing what the wrestling coach looked like in a pair of white calvin kleins made him much more motivated. With dark hair, olive skin, a goatee and a dusting of hair across his chest and down towards his crotch, he personified masculine energy. At first he kept his back to the others, posing and flexing his back, legs and butt, which almost burst from the undies he borrowed from Mike, even though the two men were the same height. Abe was almost drool over the round ass, picturing his cock sliding between the cheeks and piercing the hole, the same way he had with Lane when he took her anal virginity. He tried putting a female face on the body but only seemed to get a reaction from his cock when he went ahead and pictured Eddie instead. Still his cock wouldn’t get hard, even when Eddie turned around and everyone gasped at the clearly defined outline of what looked like a soda can, but was clearly his uncut cock. It wasn’t too long in its semi-hard state, but it definitely had enough length to be intimidating, especially combined with the girth! Third was Chris, and damn was the 19 year old swimmer gorgeous. As he flexed and posed, Abel was reminded of the statue of David, only David wasn’t stroking his hard cock in his BVDs for everyone to see. When Abel saw the brand of undies on the boy, not to mention how loose they were, it dawned on him that they were no pair of his. A jolt of hormones surged through him when it dawned on him that these were the same pair Westy had traded him for earlier that same evening, right after sucking the teen’s cock and promising to fuck his ass later. The realization got him so hot he was sure his cock would be at full attention, but uncrossing his legs, he found nothing but a flaccid cock and two extremely full balls. Now it was beginning to worry him that he wasn’t able to get it up at all. The word ‘impotent’ floated through his mind as Chris finished up, making him so distracted he missed the fact that Dirk, Westy and Eddie all took a squeeze of his dick before he sat down. Mike was about to go next, when Dirk’s phone went off and he announced that he had to run a few blocks down and make a sale to a friend but he’d be right back. Chris, who’d been his ride, was so drunk and tweaked there was no way he could drive, so Eddie kindly offered instead. As they got dressed, Abel followed Mike to the bar and pulled him quietly aside. After a few awkward attempts to broach the subject, they were interrupted by Eddie and Dirk promising to be right back, and making them all promise to wait until they returned before continuing the show. Everyone swore to hold off, but it was clear that Westy had something else in mind all together. As soon as they heard the front door shut, Abel again began to explain to a very confused Mike, when the Hairy football coach and the swimmer boy called over and asked if the hottub in the backyard was working. “What hottub?” Abel asked, totally clueless. He’d been at the house for nearly a week and as far as he could tell the only thing in the backyard was an old potting shed and some crudely made soccer nets. “It’s just past the shed,” Mike told him, before heading over to the other two guys. “Why don’t you guys go turn it on and get it going, Abel and I will get towels and grab some fresh drinks and meet u out there in a few.” “Don’t come out too quick,” Westy called back to them as he led the inebriated college boy up the stairs and outside. “It will take a while to heat up.” “Lemme guess,” Mike said, not even pretending to do what he promised. Instead he grabbed a couple cups from the bar, mixed three liquids in each and motioned for Abel to follow him upstairs as he continued talking. “You’re freaking out cause you were hard as a rock before when you didn’t want to be, and now your dick won’t grow at all no matter what right?” “Uh, no, man I don’t—know…yeah I guess,” Abel gave in and admitted his mentor was right. How the blonde athletic man-god could possibly know what he was avoiding coming out and saying, was beyond the teen, but he didn’t question Mike’s knowledge anymore, he was finally coming to accept it as fact and move on. “No big deal man,” handing Abel one of the cups as they ascended to the second floor, Mike clearly wanted his bud to drink up, which seemed contrary to getting it up, but the younger male did as instructed and began taking swallows from the solo cup. “Happens to the best of us when we do Tina. Some dudes call it Tina dick. Wouldn’t be a big deal if you were just planning on hanging out with some dudes tonight, but you’re worried you’ll look puny when we resume the contest once Dirk and Eddie get back, am I right?” “What can I do Mike?” Abel asked his good friend, sometime mentor, and new party buddy with such sincerity that the blonde college professor almost felt bad about what he was about to do…Almost. “Two options dude,” Followed by the innocent teen boy, Mike explained what he could do as they walked into Mike’s bedroom through to the bathroom door. He unlocked it as he continued to explain. “One, you drop out of the contest unless you can jerk yourself hard in the next few minutes.” “I tried and it won’t work! Plus if I drop out the other guys will think I am fucking pussy.” Abel was more adamant that Mike had ever seen him before. “Listen to number two and you can see if it is worth trying. Being a fucking pussy might be preferable.” Mike looked at his pal and waited for the boy to calm down enough to nod okay. “The second option is a little blue pill and some focused pressure point massage that will relax the area and bring the blood in.” “Little blue…you mean a hard-on pill?” Abe’s eyes went wide at the thought. “Yeah, but it won’t work alone.” Mike hadn’t been sure he would try this until just a few minutes ago. Usually he did this with girls he partied with, but for some reason he felt the need to use the line on Abel too. “we’ll have to make your prostate relaxed by massaging it with something while you jack off. I’ve done it a couple times with the shower wand over there and it always makes me hard again.” “Prostate massage,” this stopped the boy dead in his tracks. As much as he didn’t want the other dudes to think he was a fucking pussy, it was preferable to being fucked like one, even if it was by a medal wand about the size of an uncooked hot dog. “It’s up to you,” Mike said, turning on the water in the shower, which Abel now realized was actually four shower heads. Looking around, he took in the fact that the “master bedroom” was connected not to your standard master bath, but to what looked like a small locker room. Back by the door was a row of three sinks, followed by a toilet that at one point had probably been in a stall but was now enclosed in a cozy closet-like enclosure for more privacy. Next there was a small wall troff before the break in the tile opened into the shower area, which was none too big but had four shower heads and an opening on the other side which showed a wood bench and some lockers which were repainted and labed with words like “towels” “toilet supplies” “plumbing” “cleaning supplies” etc. “If you decide to back down, I will tell the guys you felt ill and they never need to know.” “Uh thanks….What the hell is this place?” Abel asked, ignoring the fact he still had his shorts and briefs on and walking through the shower spray to check out the other side. “Oh, I told you this was the old hq for the foreign student alliance?” Abel nodded yes, continuing to look around the other end, where there was a professional scale for athletes, and a small wood room that Abel assumed was a sauna. “Before it was an alliance, they tried to make it into a full fledged frat, so this was the bathroom for the three bedrooms on this floor that could house 6 guys each in bunk beds. That door beyond the sauna leads out to my office.” “This is crazy man, all of it.” Abel sat on the bench and squeezed some water from his bball shorts, wondering what he should do. “Can I think about it for a little while?” “Don’t take too long,” Mike said, trying to hide his disappointment. “I’m gonna leave the Viagra on the counter over here, with some soap that you can use to lube up the wand if you want. Meantime, I’ll take the towels out to the other guys. I know you’ll make the brave decision, whatever it is. That’s still what I admire most about you.” As Mike laid out the pill and the soap, Abel finished his drink and watched the handsome man take some towels and head out. He couldn’t tell if it was the booze or the tina or what, but seeing the round, bronze ass walking away in a slightly damp pair of calvin kleins stirred a desire in Abel. Not a sexual desire, but one to please the man who’d done so much for him. Standing up, he walked over to the counter, put the pill in his mouth and downed the rest of his drink. His hands were shaking as he pulled off his clothes, and willed his cock to get hard with no luck. A minute or two of futile stroking passed before he gave in, grabbed the soap and stepped under the water. He cleaned himself thoroughly from head to toe but he decided he’d better get down to business when he felt the alcohol from his last drink kick in. The world got slightly fuzzy as he rubbed soap up and down the metal shaft in his hand, and the sensation took him back the bedroom, when he’d seen and touched his first pierced dick. Come to think of it, it was the first dick other than his own that he ever touched. But the first man cock he’d ever seen was still Mike’s. He closed his eyes and recalled Mike’s perfect body that first day in the pool locker room. Probing the metal wand between his spread ass cheeks, he bent over until he felt the end of it rub across his butt hole. He pictured Lane, hoping it would make it easier, but as the wand slid in, his mind wandered back to Mike and that first encounter. He grimaced through the first few inches, but then began swirling the end around, hoping to hit the prostate as he imagined it should be easy to find. Minutes passed and the wand was now all the way inside him and still he couldn’t figure out where it would do the trick. Squeezing the tube that connected it to the wall faucet he accidentally hit the button on it and his eyes rocketed open as some water did the same thing, but through the wand and into his ass. Pulling on the wand was doing no good, since his ass gripped down hard at the shock, and had the release firmly stuck between his cheeks. As he felt his belly begin to swell, he dawned on the idea that he could just turn off the water, and he quickly turned both knobs until the water stopped. Once his butt relaxed, the wand came out on its own, and Abel danced over to the toilet and released the liquid from his ass. Mortified, he returned to the shower and turned it back on so he could clean himself off, and was shocked when he looked down and his cock was semi-hard. Closing his eyes under the shower, he stroked and let any image he could find float through his consciousness. Before long he was settled on the image of westy swallowing Chris’ cock from earlier, but the faces kept changing to fit him into the scenario. As hot as the image was, his cock wasn’t responding, so Abel took a deep breath, turned the wand on low water pressure and inserted just the tip. His cock responded slowly, but soon he felt the need to return to the toilet and had to release the wand, this time without turning off the water, and ran back to the john. Had he looked at his ass, he might have realized it was now pristine, but he was too busy running back to the shower to try again. So busy in fact, that he almost knocked Mike over on the way in. “Whoa bro, you okay?” Mike helped Abel to his feet and walked him over to the bench by the locker storage. “Guess you decided to try the wand, how’d it work?” “I fucked it up Mike,” Abe laid his head back and covered his face with the towel Mike handed him. One leg on either side of the bench, he looked helpless and naïve, just like the day the two of them met. “I cant find my…thing down there to get me hard. Instead I ended up giving myself an enema accidentally and shot lake Michigan up my ass before I turned it off. I better bow out bro.” Abe’s description had them both chuckling, which turned into full on laughter when Mike tossed in a high pitched laugh followed by “wipeout.” Once the laughter subsided, Mike had straddled the bench as well and was running his hands up and down Abel’s thighs. “I think you just need a little help. Do you trust me?” Mike’s voice was soft and deep now, like when he was whispering team strategies at the meets. Abel wanted to sit up and interact with him, but he was finally relaxed, and he was so high and the thigh massage felt so good, that all he could do was keep the towel over his face and sigh. “Good, don’t move.” Abel heard Mike walk over to the door and turn the lock, then the sound of something being taken from one of the lockers and a light switch being turned off. Suddenly Mike was back on the bench, sliding his own thighs under Abel’s and spreading them up and apart enough that a rush of air blew across the boy’s hole. He sucked in some air when a cool sensation hit his asshole, but relaxed and exhaled as he felt something spreading lube around the hole, working it until something the size of the wand, but warm and soft, pierced Abel’s ass and sunk in a few inches. The towel lifted away and Abel saw that all but the light over this sink was out, and Mike was holding out a tina pipe and torch to him, telling him to take a huge hit. Turning his head to the side, since he couldn’t sit up, Abel melted the rocks in the pipe and sucked in as much smoke as he could until he felt like he’d explode. Unable to breathe in more, he exhaled and began to couch, making his hole spasm, allowing another object like the last one to join inside his ass, and even a third one by the time his coughing stopped. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, catching his breathe, when the objects in his ass bent up and started thrusting slowly back and forth, hitting something on each in and out that sent electric shocks up Abel’s spine. The tina began to wake him up some more, and when he got enough strength to tighten his abs and sit up a little he was shocked to see Mike stroking his thick hard penis in one hand while three of his fingers on the other hand were fucking Abel’s ass. “stop Mike, don’t” Abel began to pull away, but he had no leverage in the position he was in. All he could do is work his abs and try to push off the ground with his arms, which were just long enough to reach, but slide, on the wet tile floor under the bench. Turning to move his arms across his body, he stopped in mid motion when Mike stopped stroking his own dick and began stroking Abel’s instead. The teen’s cock was rapidly hardening and it took only three strokes for it to finally get hard. Giving in physically, Abel began to moan and grunt in between feeble objections. “Time’s up Abel,” The blonde man stopped stroking his young prey and bent his cock down to where his fingers were sliding free from the virgin ass. “I know this is wrong, but I don’t give a fuck. I can’t help what I’m about to do, so you might as well try and enjoy it.” With that final warning, Mike pressed forward with his strong thighs and pulled Abel’s butt back against him. A soft scream erupted from the mouth of the man being penetrated, but quickly his mouth was covered by the mouth of the man raping him. Mike thrust his cock into the sweet, tight ass, and thrust his tongue into the sweet pretty mouth, filling both with no mercy or regret. Abel’s arms pushed with all the strength he could muster, trying to dislodge the Adonis inside him, until the long thick cut dick hit something in Abel and he whimpered and pulled the man closer. “I knew you’d be this good Abel.” The blonde said as he pulled back to an upright seated position, and began banging the ass harder. “I’ve only done this with a few guys, and all of them were homos or at least bi, but somehow I knew I could have you, because I made you. If anyone should get to feel my dick mark them as my territory, it should be you. You chose this the day you chose me over Will back at the pool, and now you’re getting what you deserve.” Abel listened and grunted, trying his damnedest not to reach out and stroke his dick while his mentor raped his ass. He was horrified and horny. Disgusted and delighted. Repulsed but ravenous. His mind was screaming for him to stop, but his body was begging for it never to end. This was as good as anytime with Lane, even as good as the first time, when he felt complete finally after years of aching for something only she could give him. He understood why he hadn’t cheated or messed around with anyone else. It was because he needed someone who would fill a need in him. The need to be seen as worthy, wanted and wicked. Mike was the first person who’d ever made him feel like he could be more, so it seemed only fair that he give more of himself to Mike. “Am I everything you imagined?” Abel was surprised at the sound of his own voice. His hands clawed at Mike’s arms and back as he asked the questions. “Am I as perfect as you wanted me to be? After I did all of this for you, have I become the perfect protégé in every way?” “Fuck yes you have Abel.” Mike was pounding harder now and Abel’s legs were locked around his waist. “I owe everything to you,” Abel was bent practically in half now as Mike stood and pressed his legs back toward his head and fucked him balls deep, in and out, all the way on every stroke. “Everything I’ve done, everything I can do, you gave to me. My confidence, my body, my mind. So it’s all yours. Take it all. Use me for anything and everything you want, and it still won’t be enough to repay you.” “You mean it? You’re mine whenever and where ever I want you?” “Like you said, you made me, so I’m yours to do with as you please.” “You want this” “I want to make you happy” “You’re going to make me cum” “I need anything you can give.” “I’m gonna give you a load of cum up your ass Abel.” “Thank you Mike” “Im getting close…” “Thank you.” “I’m—fuck—I’m fucking gonna….gonna fucking CUM! I’m CUMMING!” Abel felt nothing but a deep need to take every iota of energy Mike was giving him. Everything Mike had given him before allowed him to go from being nobody to having everything, and now he was giving Mike everything he had to be the man Mike wanted him to be. As Mike’s hand reached out and stroked the teen’s cock, Abel got another thing from his mentor, the best orgasm of his life. He covered them both in his cum while Mike coated his insides in it. When Abel came to, he was alone on the wood bench in only his briefs. Walking over to the door, he wondered if he dreamt the whole thing until he saw the message in the glass door on the sauna: “I’ve given you the last thing you’ll need to win!” Reaching back, Abel felt the warm wet cum leaking into the seat of his briefs and reached to put on his shorts. At the last second he stopped, smiled and headed down the stairs to meet the rest of the guys. He was guaranteed to win the competition now that he knew what he was capable of. Only question is who would be the first to fuck him once he’d won? Should there be a Part 5??

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Just spent the evening at a bath house, took 11 anon loads while I was in a sling & then swallowed 7 more loads while sucking dick thru a glory hole. Definitely a successful trip that was a few weeks over due... Lol :-P

I would never think of shitting on a guy as he fucks me. I don't piss on a guy either. Some things you really need to discuss first.

Shay Michaels and Draven Torres are fucking hot. Draven is a particularly hot bottom and I'd love to cum up his ass. Miguel Temon is also a hot barebacker.

The boots always stay on ;-)

Bottomforsize's story got me hard and set me thinking about an encounter I had in Paris six years ago. I'd sampled different types of bathhouses on that trip, including one for young, hot guys (I had to show my passport for the 35-and-under discount, and I knew I'd never qualify again!); a small, neighborhood-oriented place tucked away discreetly in my favorite part of the city; and finally, a bathhouse for bears and daddies ("nounours" in French = teddy bear, and "homme mûr" = ripe, as in older, man). The steam room in the bear bathhouse was a tiled passage in the shape of an old brick cellar. The tiles were white and there was a bright overhead light, so this was not a dark, private spot. The space was long and narrow, with men crowding the bench that ran along one side. There was no place for me to sit down. As I edged past, I spotted a stereotypical retired French laborer: 60s, wizened but jovial face, stubble, big belly, balding head. I knelt down and started sucking his dick in plain view. I'm a top who also likes to suck, and I've had my share of practice, so I put my best effort into it. He got hard instantly. I don't remember whether he put his hands on my head, but if he did, he was being gentle, not forcing me onto his thick white uncut cock -- which I was sucking willingly, in any case. He came and I swallowed, as I love to do. We didn't exchange a single word, but as I was standing up, he gave me the sweetest smile. I imagined him, going home to a wife who probably didn't find him attractive anymore. I wondered whether she realized that her old husband could still cum in 5 minutes, just like a teenager. I also thought about the other guys in the steam room, some of whom were more conventionally attractive -- younger, thinner, more muscular, etc. I was glad I'd chosen him, and I hope I made him feel as good as he made me feel when his cum was flooding my mouth. Sometimes a person who isn't your type becomes your type.

oh hell, now I have to wait some more for word of Paul. LOL This story is hot and somewhat reminds me of my socalled regular fuck bud who when he found out I would actually take about any load offered bare has now become by 'former' regular fuck bud. Had not heard from him in almost 3 months and then two days ago got an email asking how I was doing and telling me he really wanted to pound my hole again. I told him anytime he wanted to, but not another word now for another two days. This story almost, except for getting bred a lot, which I am not getting ANY, is a mirror of my life. l want that super cock of his but this going for long periods without it is hell.

By: ratherhung http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=3V7i6-G897-#.VahuSxEw_IU Bareback breeding a hot smooth bottom Breeding a hot young smooth bottom. Hot verbal from the bottom as he practically begs for my cum in him. I know, I get a little loud, but no matter how it sounds, I'm having fun.

Definitely want to hear more from both of you. So jealous, I would love to be on the receiving end of Will's cock, among others. You guys are fucking HOT!!!

You don't have much luck with boyfriends, do you? If I remember correctly the previous one was just such a jerk as this one seems to be. Are you two living together? If yes, find an apartment or house of your own and start fresh. He'll only hurt you more and make you unhappy if you stay together. If no, just cut the ties. And don't move in with a new bf after a few weeks or months. I know what it's like to have no place to go when the relationship goes bad.

There's also part 2 & 3 ------------------------------ By: soccerbarebackguy88 http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=hoxVf-G603-&cl=1#.VaePk3kw_IU 10 Load Weekend - 1 This past weekend I took out a little stress and decided to spend two nights taking load after load. In total between Friday and Saturday night I took 9 different dicks and 10 loads.

I don't know that bully is the correct word to use... More like.... uncaring, rude, two faced and........ Not right for you. He won't be right for anyone til he figures out that it's not all about him. Why waste your time on someone who disrespects you? No amount of love you have towards him negates any of his actions. Move on. It may hurt now, but you'll be very glad you did when you realize how much better you feel about yourself. We can give all the advice we have til we are blue in the face, but it all comes down to you making that choice. But in my opinion, the sooner, the better.

For a wild time in the spirit of Berlin, check out www.rough-stock.com It sounds totally fuckin hot and sometimes literally a porn shoot for guests "rode hard and put away wet."

Last week, I met up with a sexy 25 y/o bottom boy who had been craving for my load for a while. Got to his place and it wasn't long before we were naked and rock hard. He sucked me while I was rimming him, and I entered him without any other lube. He started by riding my cock, then I flipped him on his back and threw him a nice, deep fuck. We fucked for a good half hour, making out as I plowed him, getting very sweaty in the process. He eventually started to beg for my load, and it made me cum not long after. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've had in a LONG time (I hadn't jerked off for a couple of days before that, so it probably helped!). He kept every single drop inside him. Definitely looking forward to fuck that cumslut again soon

Thanks for the answer. Yes im in Germany and i will Look about PEP in the Hospital Yeah i want to take anon loads and become a bitch but want to Stay neg

I think I got started getting turned on by guys who would normally turn me off when I was working in a dive bar my dad owned in a small town in West Virginia. I was 18 or 19 slaving on the sandwich grill and this one .... no other way to say it but ... ugly guy who was in his late 40's or early 50's was basically sobbing into his beer every evening because he couldn't get pussy. I don't think he'd had a job for a year or two and he was sort of overweight and had one of those faces that are so bad looking you almost can't take your eyes off it. But he was a really nice guy - just with rotten luck. A lot of it. Anyway he happened to go to the same gym that I did - the local Y ... he never worked out, only sat in the sauna and the like. So one day when I walked into the lockerroom to change for lifting weights I saw him in the jacuzzi and decided to postpone my workout to soak with him in the tub. As we were talking about how terrible the local college football team was I began searching the water with my legs and managed to graze his cock with my toes. He didn't flinch, so I footsied him a couple more times, felt his floppy tool start to get hard, then started jerking him under the water with both my feet. Nice cock, actually, with really loose foreskin that dragged along the shaft as I stroked him under the suds. Long story short, after about 5 mins he stood up out of he water and shot his cum into my open mouth. I can still see the fucked up smile on his homely face when he finally got someone to take his nut. I never hooked up with him again, and we never talked about it, not even once. (I heard he died of a heart attack about 5 years ago.) But he was always in a much better mood after that when he came to the bar, at least when I was working. I had sucked off and even gotten fucked by a *lot* of random guys before then - and not many of them were super hot, but I think this was the first time I realized the true value of being the sort of dude who would milk the old and ugly guys. Now I take nothing but pride in being a public service cumdump - so much so that sometimes the guys I like getting off the most are the guys who turn me on the least.

I love getting fucked and sucking cocks. When I go into a bathhouse, sex club or bareback party, I start sucking on the first cock I see and open my hole for the first cock that rubs up against it. I'm there to have sex and get off being a great bottom. I don't care about a guys body type, age, color, race or anything else as long as his cock gets hard and cums in my ass or down my throat.

The day I stopped having these ideas about what type of guys I wanted to fuck me was the day I started having the best sex. If someone told me when I was in my twenties that I'd be getting fucked by the type of guys who fuck me now I wouldn't have believed them. There really is no way you can know how or if you are going to enjoy getting fucked by a guy until you actually do it. There is nothing better than getting surprised with a trick that surprises the fuck out of you and the next thing you you're getting slammed with cock and YOU ARE LOVING IT! Almost all of the best fucks I can remember were when I was just whoring out my hole to anyone and everyone and this dude comes along who you normally wouldn't give a second glance, but then, BAM...you are getting rough fucked into the next century. These dudes - these super secret flying under the radar fuckers - KNOW they are good at what they do. And they know and understand that a lot of guys pass them up at their own loss. And you don't see them coming: short, overweight, older, super hairy, nerdy, unassuming blending into the background guys...it's always the same. All of a sudden you realize that you've found someone that has clearly made up for any qualities others might deem unwantable. If I had to choose between the skinny nerd and the muscle jock...I'm going with the nerd every time.

In a 1 on 1 date it does matter what the top looks like. In a darkroom not at all, a cock is cock there. You can hardly see anything there anyway. LOL.

Damn...you know hoe to get me hard with just few words...now we have to wait for the next chapter....expectation going high...can't wait to read how that yng stud will get pozzed !

Went to the student health center and they helped me out, just like LKMIKE said, my parents can still see everything. They were happy to help out and prevent HIV. Seems a lot of guys on campus are poz from what I've heard. I'm on PrEP now since April, got rid of the rubbers I still had left.. been catching up on taking loads in my pussy. New barebacker on the scene here

I just got over gonorrhea and proctitis. Miserable lil bug but a bug none the less. Being a disease trap comes with the territory of being a true cum dumpster. Enter at your own risk but don't leave until you've cum first.

It is amazing how alive you can feel when worshipping death and disease via an AIDS cock.

Love taking dick in bath houses, all I have to do is get in a sling & before I know it my cunt is full of anon bare dick. So much easy to get dick & I can get bred over & over until my hole is finally satisfied :-)

My friend (Rodriguez, Rod from now) answered the door the same way he did before. "Damn, the kid has been working on your cock for hours." "I know man. He's in love with it or something." My slave boy got naked and got on his knees while we sat on the couch. I told him to go to Rod and help the kid with his cock and he crawled to Rod. The kid kept on sucking as my slave got next to him and stared. Then my slave started to say something to the kid and they started to reposition their bodies. My slave got on his back under the kid so he could suck on the balls while the kid sucked the cock. Rod must have liked the added sensation as he closed his eyes and grunted softly. Three slim muscular bodies entangled looked really hot. So I started to record it. I moved around and got some close ups as well. As it got close to midnight, Rod's phone started ring and we had to take a break. Rod took both of them to his bathroom in his bedroom and showed them how to use the enema in the shower. He handed them a towel to share and a huge double headed dildo. "that will keep them busy while I make some money." Rod put a sweatpants and threw me one to put on as well as his customers came by. Many of them are very horny and as they get some drugs, they get sex crazed. We didn't want to attract them tonight since we had another plan. I checked on our bottoms once in a while and my slave behaved really well as he prepared both the kid and himself for fucking. He also opened the kid's virgin ass with the one side of dildo as he whispered words of encouragements. When few inches of it was inside the kid, my slave took the other end and pushed it into himself. The kid gasped with a surprise push of the dildo as my slave pushed from the other end but being both high and natural bottoms, the kid's cock jumped up with excitement and soon they were both rock hard as they fucked the double headed dildo. It was hot and funny to see two submissive bottom boys eagerly opening their holes for us so I told Rod to check it out as well. Rod decided to share the vision with others so he pulled my slave's hair and led them to the living room. The white boy followed crawling backwards as not to let out a rubber cock in him. The kid maybe a young virgin but he sure seemed ready for good fucking both his throat and his hole. He was a natural born slave boy like my Asian slave. Rod told me he's glad that his junkie friend found this boy for him. As the slaves entertained themselves and put on the show for some clients, Rod made some money and I helped him measuring and stuff. Rod told me how he likes my slave as well as his new white slave and asked me if he could him sometime so we made the arrangement. Rod said he was impressed how my slave led the other newer slave in cleaning and preparing their body for us and I told him about how my slave loves to be submissive and worship me and my friends. And he's a high school teacher so he's good with teaching other slaves. Rod's boy slave is a college freshman and he was in high school wrestling team. He was in closet til college and that guy was the third gay man he met. I could see the wrestler's muscle on that small white boy's body. Some guys wanted to play with us or our slaves but we didn't let them do more than touching them. Few got away with taking their dicks out and our slaves took it in their mouth as their nature took charge but we stopped them and slapped the slaves face as a punishment which didn't really seem to help. Finally around 5 AM as it got brighter outside, people stopped coming or calling. I could see how difficult it'd be for Rod to have his own fun sometimes. We both got on either side of our slaves and fed them more drugs and our cocks. Rod asked me if my slave was converted and I have been filling him with poz seeds of mine and others since the day I broke him but not tested yet. We asked my Asian slave if he got tested and he shook his head. I told him to go get tested ASAP. Talking about breeding these slaves with our poz seeds got both of us in the mood for it so we pulled them away from the dildo. They both seemed very disappointed as their holes got emptied and much happier as we replaced it with our cocks. Even with hours of playing with the dildo, both slaves holes were tight around our cocks. My slave struggled a bit as I tried to push the whole cock to the balls with one thrust so I had to hold him down. Rod's slave took it better like a good athlete but his hole got ripped a little and bled a little bit around Rod's cock. As Rod started to pump in and out, the white kid slave's eyes started to fill with tears but the kid was determined to take it like a true sub bottom and didn't struggle or scream. As his cock started to get hard and leaked out lots of precum making a pool under his body, he started to moan and push back to Rod. Shortly after that, Rod grunted and shot his loads deep into the kid. Rod started to back up on to the sofa slowly and the still hungry kid started to followed back with him, not letting his cock out of him. Rod's cock must have stayed hard enough after the first cum as the kid continued to fuck himself on his cock and for the first time i heard him speak. "Oh my god. I love you, man. I love your cock and I love gay fucking man. Please fuck me more and never stop, man." The kid continued self fucking and chanting of his love for Rod's cock for a while even as the drug started to kick in again and he started to slur his words. My slave needed some discipline as he showed some disobedience before so after his hole got used to my cock and he started to push back, I pulled out completely. He stared back at me with tears in his eyes and begged me to put it back in. I told him the list of things he did wrong today and he said he was sorry. I slapped his ass really hard and told him to repeat "Thank you sir" As I gave him as many slapping as the times of mistake I counted today, my slave's pain started to change its effect on my slave's body. His whimpering and cries had become moans of pleasure and tearing eyes now closed tight. His small cock was rock hard and drooling pre-cum. When I told him the end of the punishment for today, he started to beg me if I could fuck him now. I did reward his enthusiasm with my cock and pounded in and out of him few times before his body shook and the walls of his hole started to massage my shaft as he neared his orgasm. And all of sudden, my cock from the head to the base got a tight grip of his wet hot pussy muscle as he shot his loads. And my cock did the same thing almost at the same time deep into his hole. The tight grip of his hole on my cock helped my cock not to lose too much blood after cumming and stayed hard in his hole. I lifted my slave's small body and sat on the couch next to Rod and placed him on my lap. My slave boy started to grind his hip as he slowly rode my cock. "Man, these boys are loving our cocks. Your slave looks like a fucking bitch, man. He sure knows how to bump and grind." "He'd be a girl if he had some tits but he's Asian." "Ha ha... well some Asian bitches have tits although I must agree that's not what they are good for. They do have tight pussies though." "I wouldn't know. I don't play that team, you know." "Ha ha... I wonder if he has a sister or something. It's been a while since I had some pussy. I always end up fucking men since I am surrounded by men who practically beg me to fuck them all the time like this bitch." And Rod slapped the white boy's ass leaving a huge red hand print on it. The boy yelped but continued his self fucking with moaning. We heard the key at the door and saw Rod's older son walking in, followed by his younger son and their friend. They paused a little before greeting us and went to their room to drop their bags. They came back out to the living room and sat by the table and started to smoke the pipe. Their friend came out little later and sat on the couch between me and Rod. The kid must be enjoying the show as he showed a big hard on. He took it out and started to pump it with one hand while he felt around our cocks and slaves' holes with his fingers. Rod's sons asked him if he wanted to smoke. As he got up to take the pipe, both slaves' eyes were glued to his teenage cock. Rod told the kid he could join if he wants to. The kid fed his cock to Rod's slave boy and took hits from the pipe as his cock was sucked into the kid's throat. Rod's son got next to his friend and fed my slave his cock. We all passed the pipe around as our slaves' holes worked on our cocks. Rod's younger son left a bit upset but came back out later to remind Rod what time it was. I was surprised how long we have been playing with our slaves. I had to go to work so I pulled out of my slave. My slave milked my cock for couple of more loads while I was sitting on the couch so the hole leaked out alot of liquid. As I entered the bathroom to clean up, Rod's younger son took my place. The boy had a bigger cock than other boys maybe bigger or equal size as mine. And being a young stud, he really fucked like a rabbit, fast, deep and hard. Rod and the friend had to pull out their cocks to get some work done as well. When I got ready to leave and went to the living room, I saw that my slave had no intention of leaving as he was down on his back under the other slave while both of them were being fucked by the younger men. My slave was sucking on the balls above him as he watched the fucking from up close. The white slave had his eyes glued to the cock and the hole in front of his eyes. Ron said he will take care of my slave so I left his apartment as the pleasure filled moaning of both slaves and white smoke filled the whole room.

I went to pick up some supplies and my dealer opened the door naked. He had a cute young white boy on the floor sucking his cock. As we went into the living room, the boy crawled backwards with the cock pushed deep to the balls in his mouth. As we sat on the couch, the boy followed my friend's every move and kept on sucking his cock not letting it out of his mouth. "Who's this piglet white boy?" "A kid that some guy met at some rave. They came over and wanted to get some stuff but didn't have enough money. So the guy left this kid as the payment." "What the fuck... did the kid agree to this?" "Well..... Sorta. The kid was too fucked up and busy sucking on my cock." "Fuck. He looks young. How old is he?" "Probably 18. I don't know. They did some Ecstasy at the rave and the guy wanted to pop the kid's cherry but the kid was too shy. So he brought him here and gave him some G and T. But when he saw my cock, he got hooked on it and didn't care about his friend." "ha ha. You do have a nice cock, man." "well.... the other guy is sorta asshole anyway. And it could be fun to pop a cherry sometimes." As we talked and took care of the business, the kid sucked his cock the whole time. After taking some hits for the road, my friend finally pulled the kid off of his cock and fed him the drug. The kid didn't want the drug but wanted the cock back instead. My friend slapped him and told him to take more hits. The kid took more hits as he was told. When he got my friend's cock back in his mouth, he moaned around the cock as his eyes rolled back. My friend pushed the kids head down and held him there. The kid choked and try to free himself but my friend was too strong. Around the cock, saliva started to pour down as the kid's forced open mouth couldn't contain it. After few repeats, the kid started to take initiative and started to choke himself on my friend's cock without my friend holding him down. I was impressed and thought of my slave boy and wanted to see them side by side. My friend wanted to meet my slave boy as well so I left to pick up my slave boy. My slave boy was surprised to see me at his door and was a bit hesitant to get to his slave position right away. I decided for a punishment later as I talked to him warmly to take some hits on the pipe. After few hits, he got naked and got to his slave pose and begged me for my cock. I told him we are going to my friend's place. He seemed really disappointed but as I told him about my friend, the hunger returned in his eyes. My friend is a latino, I think from Dominican Rep. He's only 5' 9 and slender muscular body but he's got a cock that can put many men to shame. He's 39 yo but looks young enough to be mistaken for an older brother to his sons who are 16yo and 20yo. He treats his bottoms the way he treats his women, gentle at first but rough in bed. My slave boy seemed to love what I was telling him about my friend as he started to moan softly. I smiled thinking about how we are going to train two slave boys together as we left my slave's place.

Okay, so one time I met a guy in the laundry room at our apartment complex. Long story short, after the whole seduction played out, we planned to meet up later that night, after my mom went to work. So around 10:00 PM or so that night, I went to his apartment. He was already a little buzzed from drinking, which of course, I didn't mind. I sat on the couch and he sat next to me, and we started kissing. As we did so, I put my hand on his crotch, which I found was starting to get stiff and grow. As we kissed, he asked "You like that?" I mumbled something, and then he asked "You want that?" Again I mumbled. Then, really quickly, he put his arms under me, picked me up, and even as he still was kissing me, took me to his room, put me on his bed, and dropped his basketball shorts. The sight of his cock flopping out and bounding on his belly was soo hot. Then he lay next to me, pulled me close, and resumed kissing me as his hands ran all over my body, pulling off my shorts in the process, and rubbing my ass. God it felt so good. His big hands on my little ass - mmmmmm. Then he pushed me around so my back was on his chest and my little buns were pressed up against his now leaking cock, as he continued to kiss my shoulders and neck. Then he reached behind himself, and I heard the familiar 'snap' of a lube bottle, and sure enough, he lubed himself and my ass, and when everything was perfect, he held me in close, and slowly pushed his hard thick cock in me, inch by inch, until he was all the way in. It felt soo good. My body, firmly in his grasp, and his thick cock deep inside my boy hole. Then the thrusting began, slowly at first, as he groaned in my ear as he kissed my earlobe. Then, finally, after a short while I felt that familiar pulsation inside my ass, and the warmth of his man juice filling me up. I lay there in his arms, so happy, so satisfied. Happily this was only the first of several times we got together.

Part.4 I wanted to see how my slave would play with other sub slaves so I invited a twinky porn star, Kevin who loves to be dominated. As he got to his position and started to worship my cock, I told him he will be sharing my cock with my Asian slave. As with many party bottoms, Kevin wasn't happy to share a cock. I smacked his ass hard and slapped his face few times and told him not to object my decision. As Kevin subdued his objection I told him if he has any objections, he can let it out on my slave. Kevin is a total submissive on films getting pissed and bred by 50 guys and always being the ultimate bottom. His small physique and nice round ass was just too perfect as the bottom. So I expected a good shared worshipping of my body between my slave and Kevin. As my slave arrived, I told Kevin to prepare a booty bump. Meanwhile I held the pipe to the slave's mouth and ordered him to take a big hit and blow it out as he deep throated my cock in breeding pose (on his knees with his ass raised high showing the arch on his back). My slave was pretty light weight and with the second hit, I could see his eyes losing focus as he got high. Kevin returned with a turkey baster and tried to shove the whole thing into my slave. My slave was still tight and couldn't take this huge plastic syringe. I made my slave take couple of more hits and a popper. I started to tweaking my slave's nipples as Kevin started to lay his body on my slave's and started to whisper into his ears. Soon my slave opened up enough for Kevin to shove the tip and push all the liquid in the baster. My slave started to mumble something like...."oh... it burns... wow.. it's so stingy...." But as Kevin and I placed our cock right at the tip of his nose, he quickly stopped talking and used his mouth as it was intended to wrap around our cock. Kevin must have given my slave really strong booty bump as my slave' seemed way higher than usual. He was moaning and whimpering like a real pig. Kevin put my slave's head on his lap as he fed his cock to his hungry mouth. He occasionally slapped my slave and spat on his face. My slave seemed to be loving everything that Kevin did to him as he continued saying "thank you" and "i love you" Kevin made eye contact with me and seem to asking me what to do with my slave. I motioned him to slap my slave as I slapped my slave's ass really hard. I held my slave's ass and just pounded it til I came over and over. The whole time Kevin kept on feeding my slave his cock while he maintained his eye contact with my slave. My slave seem to love both painful rough fuck from me and sensual connection with Kevin. But I knew Kevin was not going to be satisfied with just a gentle blow job. After I shot 3 times, I went to the bathroom to call maybe another top for my slave but no one was around. When I returned to Kevin and my slave, I was pleased how the things changed. Kevin was now being rough with my slave humiliating him under him. My slave submitted his body and will to Kevin completely at this point as Kevin pulled my slaves body as he went from his mouth to ass fucking him, slapping him and talking down at him. Behind them was a huge screen with multiple windows of Kevin's friends on Web cam. Many of them were young white boys but all far from innocent. They kept on urging Kevin to use my asian slave. My slave was so hungry for Kevin that he didn't realize how his body was covered with red marks from our hands. Actually slave seem to love it as he saw it as some sorta mark he earned from us. I didn't want to play with my slave any more so I left Kevin's apartment after I told Kevin that he can have my slave for as long as he want but to record everything. Few days later I got a video from Kevin and some of Kevin's friend has joined and used my slave as well. My slave loved every moment but he seemed especially turned on when he was being used by a big dick of a cute young white boy and his big black daddy with a huge cock. They tried to double fuck my slave but my slave was too tight so couldn't get in. But none the less the pressure on his hole must be really good as my slave's cock came all over them. After my slave took everyone's loads deep in his mouth and holes, Kevin started to piss fuck my slave and invited everyone else to do the same. Their Tina infused piss made my slave pigger than ever as he rolled under young white boys and a big black daddy. One young boy asked Kevin if he could borrow my slave with his black daddy. Kevin told him okay and they started to get my slave ready to leave as the video ended. I wasn't happy that Kevin whore my slave out without my permission but was so turned on by the whole thing that I jerked off and came all over my chest.

Part 3. White boy got around to Asian slave's face and presented his still semi hard cock covered with piss and cum. Asian slave automatically swallowed the whole thing deep down til he was rubbing his nose on the white boy's pubic hair. He was moaning with pleasure as he choked himself on a white cock and used his throat to clean it off. White boy laughed and pushed the head down after slapping him across the face few times. As the Asian slave started to run out if air and tried to pull back, I helped the white twink to keep down my Asian slave's head by pushing his head down from behind as I slammed my cock into his hole. Even after getting used for hours, his hole still remained somewhat tight and I felt it gripping onto my cock as I pounded his hole. Asian slave must have lost consciousness for a while as we didn't let him breath as we used both his holes. The moaning stopped and his hole relaxed all of sudden. I looked at the white boy as he slapped Asian bitch slave face really hard but never stopped pounding his hole with my cock. After couple of slaps, Asian slave started to moan again as he moved back and forth on our white cocks. The first thing on his mind after his little passing out we're our cocks, what a good fucking Asian slave. Everyone saw this and started to laugh at my slave. White twink pulled his cock out which made my slave to chase after him and whimper when he couldn't reach white cock as I pulled him in to meet my fucking. A blk man placed him in front of my slave and he started to go crazy excited at the sight of a big blk cock. He started to beg for it. "Please let me worship that cock. Please feed my throat. Please use my hole. Please please please!! " He was so desperately hungry that he started to cry. When he was permitted to deep throat and choke himself with the blk man cock deep down his throat and bury his nose on the man's pubic hair, my slave started to mumble words that sounded like "thank you" but basically inaudible since he kept the man cock deep down his throat and refused to let it go. The blk man found this amusing and took out his phone to tape my slave choking and gagging himself on his big blk man cock. As my slave continued his focus on worshipping the cock in front of him, I continued to fuck and use his hole til I came. After a while, my Asian slave's hole was bred by everyone except the blk man cock that the Asian slave worshipped for hours. We pulled him off the cock and he still looked hungry for more sex even though his knees were bleeding and ass bruised from slapping. I ordered him to get dressed and leave. He looked at me with pleaful look but I didn't budge. And after few minutes, he was gone. We talked about how nasty he was and laughed at how he might be reaking and leaking of piss and cum out of his hole and laughed. Before I left, I gave my number to the blk man and the white twink to call me if they need my Asian slaves service again.

Part Two As the slim Asian boy crawled around the living room to keep our cocks hard and wet, the white twink bottom that previously played came out to living room and stood watching my boy for few minutes before he got down on knees and joined my Asian boy in pleasuring our cocks. When they crawled between my legs and wrapped around their tongue on each side of my red hard cock, I took a quick picture and fed them more smokes from the pipe. White boy took it hungrily but the Asian boy tried to refuse so I slapped him and told him that was his order. Since this was the first real hard slap on his face, he seemed a bit shocked but quickly he learned the lesson and took hits on the pipe I fed him. As he hungrily mounted my cock down his throat looking up at me with his slightly teary eyes, I looked down at him and wrapped my hands around his face. "You are so pretty and doing such a greta job so far. Just obey my orders and you will be fine. Your main focus is to please our cocks no matter what happens. I can see in your face how much you want and love our cocks. Don't you want our cocks? " The boy nodded his head. I told him to answer with my cock in his mouth and he made some inaudible sound. I told him he's a good slave boy and that sounded like a fucking animal. As we continued our mouth fucking session, I kept on telling my Asian boy how he's perfect for this and how much we love his sexy body. How he's loving the cocks and how much he loves to worship our cocks. After repeating this for almost an hour, my boy replied with my words when he was asked questions about who he was and what he loves to do. Stage 1 of training is done and now time to move on to stage 2. I told the boy to crawl to the middle of the room and arch his back with his ass sticking up high. I pushed him down on his waist and pulled his legs further and few other adjustments after he was in a fucking sexy position. I told him this was his breeding position and to remember it. Guys came over to us and ran their hands over my boy's body as their cocks touched his body. He moaned and started to move closer to cocks as they touched his body. At my signal, everyone just held him down. The young white top shoved my boy's head down on to the carpet. I placed the head of my cock at his opening which was frantically opening and closing with anticipation. I showed that to the guys and we all laughed. I started to push it in, feeling the soft lips of his ass and slowing the inside muscle of his boy pussy. The boy was tight and he must felt pain but he couldn't do anything not even to scream with my buddies' control over his body. I just took my pleasure without noticing his reaction until I was able to open all the way up til my balls rested on his butt cheeks. As I held it there for few minutes, I started to feel the boy's pussy getting slippery with my precum, sweat and HIS ANAL JUICE!!! This boy's body was really welcoming this fucking cock. "Hey guys his boy pussy is coating my cock with his pussy juice. Come and look." I pulled out most of my cock resting just the tip as the guys looked. Boy's tight hole opening wrapped around my cock head and I could see it being pulled out as I pulled back a little. My buddies and I teased his hole with few short strokes as we watched his hole opening being pulled in and out.... my cock looked hot all shiny with his pussy juice and sweat. I took a last glance before I shoved it all the way in and pulled all the way out. I kept on pumping him long and deep like that and slowly I felt the boy's body backing up to meet my cock. My buddies let go of holding down his body as I held on to his hit bones to control the pumping. He pushed himself up on elbows and started to pump my cock into him. I was pleased with this fucking bitch's enthusiasm and let him control fucking of his own hole as I held on to his hair and pulled him back. My young white friend stood in front of my boy and started to feed him his cock while he slapped, spat and whispered dirty talk to my boy. My boy kept on saying thank you to us as he was clearly loving our cocks. The other white bottom boy must have gotten jealous so he put himself in breeding position next to us and started to beg. "Please someone fuck my hole please please please." The black guy and one white guy placed them behind him and started to double fuck his loose hole. My boy's eyes were glued to the scene for few minutes before his mind snapped and asked, "are you wearing a condom?" I told him we don't have any in the apartment and asked him if he wanted me to stop fucking so I can get condoms. He said please.... I was so mad but I pulled out. As I pretended to get ready to go buy condom, I signaled the young white top to feed my boy more smokes and a booty bump. After 3 more hits, my boy was hi again. The young white top shoved a rock into his hole and roughly started fucking my boy's hole. Boy tried to push the young white top away but as the T melted his body just started to welcome the intruder. I moved over to his mouth and slapped him hard few times as I fed him my cock. "Do you feel that nice cock in your pussy? Feel how your pussy loves that cock in there, big and raw? That's how you love, you got it? Do you still want condom? " "No Sir. I love your big raw cocks, sir. " "Do you want us to breed your hole?" "Yes, please breed my hole sir" I slapped him few more then when I let go, he whispered "thank you" The young white boy told my Asian boy-now my slave to keep his ass up and started to pee inside of his ass. After a long piss they just kept that position for a while. I stepped back to take few pictures. Young white boy told my slave to hold on to his gift as long as he can as he pulled out. My slave was good and held his ass tight not spilling a drop out of his hole. As I looked into his eyes, they kept on rolling to the back of his head. This boy just got his first piss in ass and was flying high like a kite. Now he was ready to be bred by all our poz seeds. (to be cont'd)