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As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

5. “Ok boy, time for us to go back to my place and work out what I am going to do with you for not listening earlier” With that Boss lead me to his truck as I was, face covered in filth wearing only my jock and a cockcage. My face was beat red on the drive to his house. I couldn’t stop thinking about how low I had sank so quickly. Had it only been a week ago I thought I was straight and had never tried poppers? Had it only been a week since I could say for sure I was neg. These thoughts raced around in my head and tears quietly slid down my cheeks, making lines in the filthy. Boss didn’t look over the entire time until we reached his house and pulled into his garage. He looked over at me and I saw his face soften a little. Reaching across he pulled me to him and kissed me patiently, his tongue exploring my mouth. His warm body pressed against mine. He kissed the tracks of my tears and like the filthy off my face, kissing me again I could taste it on his tongue. Pulling me into a close hug he whispered in my ear. “Such a good boy, yes you are. Gonna make me real proud once I am done. Come so far so fast and done such a good job at being my cump pig, my popper whore, my poz son. Yeah that’s it just cry out your past life so I can give you a new one.” He stroked the back of my head while he said this and I found it oddly calming. I felt proud that I could see this side of Boss and that I had already made him so proud. I could feel my cock straining against the cock cage with pride and a groan escaped my lips as I nuzzled into the side of his neck. Smelling his manly scent and wanting it all over me. “Ok boy get out and get inside so we can get to fixing the last bits that need fixing. Now I’m gonna be rough on you but you know you need it and you know you deserve it. And I do not wanna hear you say no in there. I promise you will not be in true danger but we need to get you sorted and make it stick that you are just a popper whore and need to be bred by big men like your Poz Daddy.” “Yes Sir, thank you for molding me and making me a better man” With that with both got out of his car and walked to his house, once inside he shut the door and ordered me to kneel. I sank to my knees immediately and locked my hands behind my head. He ruffled my hair and I knew that I had done good. “Follow me this way” Instinctively I stay on all fours and followed Boss to door inside that lead downstairs his basement, I balked at the top of the stairs not knowing how to crawl down without possibly falling and injuring us both. Halfway down Boss turned and told me I could stand up and walk down the stairs. I got up and followed him down. The basement was one giant room. The floor was painted black and made of hard rubber mats like at the gym. There was a section off shower to one side, a table in the middle with straps, restraint built into the was as well. A long shelf was filled with items, I spot cat of nine tails, paddles made from a variety of materials, balls gags, hoods, and various butt plugs, some even had what looked like tails. And in one corner was a full barber set including chair. Boss turned around and I was there kneeling ready for my punishment. I knew I had done wrong but more guiltily I knew I Had disappointed him. “Since this is your first time I will go easy on you. First things first since you are going to be my boy we need to trim you up a bit. Boys do not have hair. And you need to start as a boy before I decide if you should be something else.” That said he lead me to the showered of area and too out some clippers. The cold steel and vibrations felt weird against my skin and I cried as I watch my pride, my furry pelt that had let me know I was a man fall around me. Boss then went over to the barber chair and came back with a straight razor, brush, and shaving soap. Lathering it up in his hands he coated each section of my body. Careful using the straight razor to get the closest possible shave. “Now I will teach you how to use this in the future. Also sometime I like a nice hot shave from my son so you will learn and be my barber. You will also learn so you can prep any other boys I might bring home for our use.” My heart jumped at that last bit….I had thought I was his only boy. My reaction must have shown on my face because he chuckled to himself. “I said our use son, some of those boys are low enough even to let a popper whore like you fuck em, plus they need to learn how low they are and where they should be. Don’t worry I won’t replace you , your mine forever now” My heart swelled in pride as Boss turned on the shower and rinsed me off. The water felt so different against my skin, felt odd and slick and it coursed down and rolled off instead of getting tangled in my body hair. When Boss pulled me out he point me to a mirror and my eyes grew wide with shock. I looked like a different person, and I realized I was a different person, I was no long Justin, I was boy, no I was a Poz Son and I had a punishment coming and need to take it to serve my Boss. I turned from the mirror, lowered my head and dropped to my knees, hands behind my head, and waited for my next instrucitons…..

PART 2 "I was gonna tell him to pull out, really I was!" I heard myself say the words but I'm not all that sure I mean it. After all, why had I a stranger slide his raw dick into my ass? At this point my boyfriend laughed saying "I've heard that line before," adding as he looked at me, "If I know my buddy Sam, not only has his pre-cum been leaking into your ass, he has probably also quietly shot his load in you,: With that I panicked and started squirming and sobbed " please NO pull out." I guess I moved my ass way too much and Sam looked in my eyes and said " You're pushin me over the edge. Here it cummmmmmsssssss," and with that I felt spurt after spurt of his hot jizz loading me up. With that I felt my boyfriends strong hands on my shoulders holding me down on that huge dick. Looking deep into my eyes, he said, with deadly seriousness, "Stay on that dick 'till he unloads every drop and then start fucking yourself on his cock, getting Sam ready for another round 'cause now we're gonna have some REAL fun." Before I knew it that dick was getting harder again inside me as he held my hips and pushed slowly in and out deeper that I've felt anyone or anything go. As I threw my head back in a combination or pain and pleasure, my boyfriend grabbed my head and forced his dick down my throat saying "Suck it you fucking whore," As I worked his cock, I wondered was this what he meant by 'real' fun, or was there more to cum?

Bi Bottom Turned Part 3 Mike slowly began to feel like he was crawling up out of a well. Sounds were getting more distinct, and he was still getting tonguefucked. He could hear what sounded like several guys talking and laughing. And then.....yes, there was a tongue in his hole. He felt a hand and a blob of something cold on his hole. Then a finger started to slide inside his hole. "This cumdump is ready." Mike held his breath. He wanted this like he had never ever wanted cock. He didn't even really know where he was or if this was all really happening. He feels a cock bump up against his hole a few times. Then he feel it pushing into his hole. Mike was instinctively resisting and clenching his hole shut, and then someone put a bottle of poppers under his nose, he inhaled deeply just once and his hole opened up. That cock slid just inside, popping the head in but no more. Mike heard what he thinks is Jerry say, "This hole is primo. Hungy, tight, and fucking smooth. Boys, we are gonna have a good time. This set-up went perfectly." Mike felt the shaft sliding in bit by bit. Jerry would pull out a little then stroke in a litter deeper each time. But every time he was about to bottom out, Jerry would hold it and not go any deeper. Mike eventually was literally panting. Panting to get that cock in deep, panting to get fucked. "This raw hole around my cock? Nothin' better than this." Mike was getting raw cock. He heard it and he could feel it: no rubber'd up cock felt like this. He could feel the heat from that cock. He groaned and they heard and began egging him on. He wanted this and he tried to hide it from himself. But he couldn't hide now. Now all he was focussed on was that cock. Soon Jerry began longstroking his cock all the way in and all the way out. But on every out stroke, he'd pause just a moment and didn't take his cock completely out of Mike's hole. Then he'd slowly slide his cock deep, and eventually began bottoming out in this cumdumps hole. Mike was spinning. He was overcome with lust and desire and hunger. It was so powerful that he lost track of time and space and any other point of reference for reality except for this cock in his hole, and this room of guys watching. Mike couldn't tell how long Jerry was fucking him, but after a while he could feel Jerry pick up the tempo. He was steadily and rhythmically fucking Mike now. It sent Mike into absolute bliss, this steady strokes of a hard raw cock in his hole. It was unbelievable. Suddenly, Mike could feel that motion, that hardness, that driven way of fucking: Jerry was getting closer. Mike wanted it. He absolutely wanted it and he didn't want Jerry to stop. He still had his eyes covered, but it didn't matter. This was unbelievable. "Ah, fuck I am gonna shoot." "Lube him up, man. C'mon, make that hole slick for the rest of us. He wants your load, don't ya, fuckhole?" "Yes. Please. Please", Mike said quietly, like he was pleading. Mike felt that cock start to get really hard, hard enough so that he could actually feel it. And then Jerry buried his cock deep in Mike's hole and Mike felt that cock swell and pump up, then again, then again, then again. And there was a brief moment where Mike thought he could feel a warm something deep inside of him. He could feel his eyes rolling back and he fought it. Jerry pulled out and right away after some shuffling sounds, Mike felt another cock slowly sliding into his hole with more shouts of encouragement from the others, although Mike didn't know how many. This cock was fucking thick. Mike could feel it literally stretching his hole open. It didn't hurt and Mike was amazed cause this wouldn't be happening if he wasn't high out of his mind. He wouldn't be able to take this cock, no way. But now, he wanted it. And this top was determined. He was giving it to Mike slowly so Mike could get used to the girth, but there was no way this top was stopping even if Mike asked. Mike could tell. He could sense this top was taking his hole no matter what. But was this guy fucking Mike bare? He assumed so. He also hoped so. He couldn't believe it but he felt like he was free and he wanted raw cock and come. He always has. Eventually, this top was giving it to Mike in good long hard strokes. And deep, right to the base, right to where Mike could feel the tops body bumped into his. He fucked Mike for a while - it seemed longer than Jerry's fuck. But sure enough, eventually, Mike could feel this cock get harder and harder. It started to feel almost uncomfortable. He felt hands on the small of his back, pushing Mike down. Mike was just saying over and over and over, "Oh my god, oh my god.". He didn't want this to end. Ever. The top started just pounding it into Mike, and then with one extra hard and extra deep shove, sunk his cock into Mike, held it still, leaned in and whispered, "Take my load, hole. Open up that hole for my seed." Mike felt pulsation after pulsation as this top was undoubtedly dumping his load into Mike. Mike groaned and moaned. It was incredible. While lost in bliss, that cock pulled out and another one began to slide inside, this time deeper and hard right off the bat. Mike started to feel like he was going to black out, and he fought it. He tried to move but was still strapped onto that fuckbench. He could feel himself slowly going under and he was losing the fight to stop it. All of a sudden Mike was out cold.....

I never considered myself romantic or looking for love. Esp around last year when I was diagnosed HIV positive. So I thought I'd be destined to just have casual sex with random strangers, at best a few fuck buddies. I've now been in a relationship for about 6-7 months and I really do feel in love. I met this guy from recon for a sex session and afterwards he invited me to sleep over. We ended up watching horror movies and realised we had a bit in common. I guess when it happens it happens. I wouldn't rule out hook-up sites but it might be worth while looking in other places too, or simply stop looking(as my bf did right before he met me)

Bi Bottom Turned Part 2 Mike could hear sounds that seemed very very far away. Everything was pretty dark and really loud. Music, playing really loud. He tried to move but couldn't and his legs felt very heavy He had a mask on and when he tried to remove it he realized he couldn't move his right hand. Or his left hand. He tried to move his right leg and it was the same thing: he couldn't move it. He realized he was tied down. And then he remembered: his room, that guy Jerry, that bump of coke.....he had a flash of recognition: the fuckbench. He was strapped into the fuckbench. He started to squirm, to see if he could loosen the straps, get out of this and out of here. His mind was still thick but he was struggling best he could. All of sudden he felt hot breath on his ear and a voice say, "Ah, you are awake. And you know where you are, I imagine." Mike felt a hand feel the crack of his ass and work its way in right to his hole. "We are going to have fun tonight.". Mike asked whoever this was to untie him, let him get up. The only reply he got was a chuckle. He could hear someone rustling around, zips opening, something being torn open, and then he felt something tighten around his left bicep. He started to get really scared and began pleading to be untied. "Hey man, please untie me. My back is hurting, some sort of spasm, please." Again, Mike just got a chuckle as a response. He felt cool air and the music get louder and voices. Voices coming into the room and commenting on his ass. Hands were on his body. He felt several hands feel his hole and then all of a sudden there was a tongue right at his hole, poking inside. Mike gasped and froze. It felt damn good. But he started to panic again, cause he was completely out of control and who knows who these guys were? He heard one voice say, "Jerry, has he gotten to the point yet?" Jerry, that guy, he was in the room. Mike heard what he assumed was Jerry say, "He is about to, right now." Mike felt something wet and cold wipe the inside of his elbow. He started to flip out. "Please, please, don't do this. Please, just untie me and let me go. C'mon, please. Is that you, Jerry? Please, man, just let me go!" Mike felt a sharp prick. He felt a needle. A fucking needle. They were shooting him up with something. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no please, no!" He heard several guys laughing this time. He felt the needle pull out, the tourniquet being untied, and then a wall hit him. He sucked in air and began to cough this weird cough. A few short coughs and then a moment of stillness. Then this overwhelming wave rolled over him and he was flying. His mind was narrowing down to nothing but how horny he was. His ears rang loudly and he thought he could feel a tongue at his hole. He felt both hyper-alert and all fogged up, like his brain wasn't functioning. And he was overwhelmed with lust. Just as he opened his mouth mid-moan, there was a cock at his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. He felt the cock slap against his tongue a few times and then very slowly start to slide inside his mouth. He was flying and cock never tasted or felt so good. It was like he wanted to choke on this cock, but he couldn't budge even if he wanted to cram this cock down his throat. He could hear these guys talking but he could barely understand what they were saying, but he could tell from words here and there, that they were praising him as a bottom, a fuckboy, and talking about using him. It made Mike even hornier to hear them talking about him like this. He couldn't believe it cause he would never usually find this kind of talk a turn-on, but now, now it was sending him reeling. The music seemed really loud and their voices sounded far away. And he was riding this wave of what he could only think of as horniness and this horniness overwhelmed him. And he could feel that tongue fucking his hole. And he loved it. He fucking loved it. And he just decided to lose himself in this feeling and go with it, all his inhibitions be damned. He moaned. And they heard it and began egging him on, urging him to show them what a cockwhore he was, what a cumpdump he is. That word, 'cumdump' made his hole twitch and the guy tonguefucking him noticed and told the others. "This cumdump's hole twitches at the very sound of that word." They all laughed. The guy tonguefucking Mike redoubled his efforts and before Mike could say anything about the condoms, about only getting fucked safe, there was a cock at his mouth, bumping up against his mouth. He opened his mouth and took that cock inside. And he fucking loved it. It started some steady strokes in and out of Mike's throat and he could take it like he had never been able to take it before. Mike felt hot breath on his ear. A voice said, "Hey, listen, can I put just the head of my cock inside bare?" Mike couldn't speak with this cock in his mouth and throat, stroking slowly in and out, so he sort of nodded as best he could to indicate "Yes". Yes, he replied. Yes, he wanted to feel a cock bare, inside his hole. Just for a few strokes, and no more, and as the cock pulled out of his mouth he said quickly, "Just a few strokes. Condoms are there, cause I only get fucked safe." Mike was uneasy when this drew more laughter, but he settled right back into sucking this hidden cock right in front of his mouth. Mike felt his ass cheeks being pried apart and then something hard being inserted into his hole. He started to turn away from the cock in his mouth, but before he could, this cock was slowly but steadily sunk deep into his throat and he couldn't make a sound and he couldn't budge. He couldn't believe it, he was deepthroating what seemed like a good size cock. All of sudden he felt liquid inside of him and that hard thing being removed from his hole. Mike was starting to almost black out again. Not like he was unconscious but like he was having an out of body experience. He felt something tied around his arm again, but this time he relaxed cause he knew there was nothing he could do about it and he was enjoying the high whatever it was they were giving him. Probably meth, he figured. This was slamming, he realized. He'd seen clips of guys shooting up meth. And smoking it. He found it intriguing. And now, right now, he found it fucking amazing. Again, the same cold wetness on his inner arm. Then that prick, and that pause, then he heard someone say, "Jerry, how much did you give him?" Jerry said, "3.5". There were hoots and whistles, then the tourniquet was removed, and this time Mike felt like he was riding a tidal wave....

Mike was almost shaking as he was getting dressed. He douched for a long time because he had the privacy this time: the wife and kids were away for the week and this was going to be the best Monday night he had in a long time. This was perfect but unplanned because his fuck buddy was in town at the same time. They had been fucking together for just over a year each time his fuck buddy was in town, but never more than a few snatched hours. Mike always left wanting more. This time would be different because Mike hoped to get fucked all night. His buddy had a great cock, body and attitude which was both demanding and chilled at the same time. Mike was looking good. He worked out a lot and was in good form, with a muscled body from serious work with weights. His ass was shaved, his jockstrap on, and the lube and condoms in his knapsack. He also brought some weed just in case his buddy liked to smoke it. They had never discussed drugs so on the last few occasions they fucked around, Mike smoked a joint in the parking lot beside the hotel and then popped about a dozen breath mints in his mouth. And the sex was amazing. So hopefully tonight he would smoke some weed with his buddy. His phone buzzed with a new text: "Got a prob. Colleague is in room next door. Can't play here." Fuck! Great! Mike was swearing and feeling anxious. He needed this. So he texted back: "Any ideas where else?" His buddy texted back, "Bathhouse is the only option." Shit, this was not what Mike wanted. He was terrified to go to a bathhouse. Terrified someone he knew might see him, terrified he might see someone he knew inside. Too risky. He didn't know what to do. He texted, "No other idea?" He got a quick reply: "Nope, but we can get together next time I'm in town." Mike didn't even think about it and texted: "Nope, let's go to bathhouse." His buddy texted back and they worked out the details in a few more texts. On his way downtown, Mike got another text: "Waiting in the parking lot." Ten minutes later, Mike pulled into the lot and there was his buddy, looking sexy and chilled. He was taller than Mike by several inches, and lean and lanky. No matter what he wore his fuckbuddy had a bulge and just looking at his buddy's crotch made Mike stiffen. He parked, got out and they greeted and walked to the bathhouse. His buddy explained that he would get a room and Mike should get a locker, but to remember to sign a fake name. They walked in and it was aglow with red light, music pounding and a cute guy behind a grill. His buddy got the only room available, the one with the bench. Mike wasn't sure what that meant but he had an idea and he liked that idea. He got his locker and the two of them walked through, keys and towels in hand. They walked past a bar then to the back of the room there was a lounge with some guys sitting around watching porn and stroking. They all checked out Mike and his buddy. The stairwell was right there and they walked up to the third floor and looked for the room. They found it soon enough but Mike felt the place was disorienting and didn't really have his bearings, but once the door opened, Mike felt like he was in heaven: the room was big and had a padded angled fuckbench with straps attached. They both chuckled and made small talk as they got right down to business and began undressing and unpacking. Mike hauled out his lube and condoms and poppers and put them on the table beside the bed. His buddy was undressed and stroking quickly. Mike stripped down to his jock and put his clothes in his knapsack. They put their stuff in the locker, locked it and got down on the bed. His buddy laid back, sort of sitting up, legs spread, cock at half-mast and waiting for Mike's mouth. So he crawled right into place and took that cock in his mouth. He knew he had to give his buddy long slow deep strokes down and back up, over and over. So he started these deepthroat slowstrokes and got into a rhythym. He was in fucking heaven. He was incredibly turned on that he was in a bathhouse, sucking his top buddy's cock. He was stroking this cock with his throat, opening his lips even wider, making sure not one scrape of his teeth against this thick hard cock. He loved this cock. Just under 8" cut with a big knob and a thick shaft that must be at least 5" around straight to the base, Mike jerked off thinking about this cock. His buddy was enjoying this, clearly, from the encouragement and moans he made. Soon his hands began to reach down and play with Mike's ass. Eventually he had Mike turn around and present his hole to him. Mike felt his buddy's hot breath on his hole. Lightly and slowly his buddy ran his facial scruff just against one thigh and moved slowly up towards Mike's ass. Then he switched to the other thigh and did the same thing. Mike shivered, cause he knew this was going to be a memorable fuck. Soon Mike could feel his buddy's tongue swiping around his hole. Round and round his hole, his buddy continually swiped his tongue until Mike thought he was going to lose his mind. Then all of a sudden he felt that tongue against his hole and Mike felt like he was going to melt. His buddy's phone went off but he ignored it as he began to tonguefuck Mike which always makes Mike feel like he was going to pass out from bliss. Deeper and deeper, plunging his tongue in and out, Mike's buddy was feasting on his hole. Again, Mike hears his buddy's phone go off and this time his buddy stops and opens the locker to get his phone. Mike hears him fumbling around but he stays on his hands and knees cause he knows his buddy likes his ass up and available. His buddy mumbles something, and starts back tongueing his hole. Eventually his buddy starts tapping his hole with one of his fingers. Gradually he works one in, and slowly pulls it in and out. On one of the strokes in, Mike feels a burning sensation and grimaces and pulls away. He never liked getting fingered but tolerated it cause his buddy like a little finger action. The burning subsided and Mike felt surprisingly relaxed and if possible even hornier. He said to his buddy, "Let me try out that bench." He got up and leaned down and onto the bench. It was perfect. He found himself leaning just far enough forward so that he could see how easily he could suck cock and at the same time his ass was pointed out and up and completely exposed, There was a place for his legs to rest and for his arms. His buddy moaned and got behind Mike and began to tongue his hole again. He tonguefucked him deeper this time and soon began poking around Mike's hole with a finger. Mike tensed up even though this time it felt way better. Sure enough, as soon as his buddy's finger was inside of his hole he felt a burning, but stronger this time. He asked his buddy to pull it out. At this point his buddy's phone went off again. He mumbled and went to get his phone while Mike just lay in this fuckbench, completely horned up like he had not felt before. His buddy broke the silence and said, "I gotta go." Mike couldn't believe his ears. Turns out his fuckbuddy's colleague needed help with something for work for the next day and Mike's buddy was the only one who could help him. Mike asked if he could go and come back and Mike would wait there for him. His buddy said that might work, got dressed and they made plans to text updates. After he left, Mike was unbelievably horned up but limp. He couldn't get hard. And he wanted to get fucked. Badly. Soon, he had to piss but that meant walking up and down the hall and he was nervous he'd run into someone he knew. Figuring that he had no choice and feeling horned up by walking through the place, Mike found the nerve to do it. He got his key and wrapped his towel around himself, and tried to get his eyes to focus. They just felt strangely out of focus, just slightly. He opened the door, locked it and shut it and began to go down the hall to look for the washroom. He passed this sexy guy who reminded Mike of his fuckbuddy - same look, same kind of smirk. This guy watched Mike the whole way and Mike turned around to see this guy groping his crotch. He found the bathroom, and there was more cruising going on in there. There were several sexy guys here, Mike thought. But he was trying not to give off mixed signals cause he was waiting for his buddy to give him the fuck he wanted and needed. Finishing up, he saw in the mirror that guy he spotted in the hallway ask someone if they had a light. They didn't. Then he asked someone else who said the same thing. As Mike was about to pass him, he asked Mike directly if he had a light while holding up a joint. Fuck, thought Mike, that's what I want: to smoke some weed. So he said, "Yeah, I got a light in my room if you want to get it." This guy said, "Lead the way." They walked to Mike's room, and he opened the door and let the two of them into the room. This guy said right away, "Name's Jerry." They should hands and Mike introduced himself. Jerry made some funny comments about no one smoking weed around the place, and offered to share the joint with Mike. Mike figured he would, and why not? He was just killing time waiting for his buddy. Mike handed Jerry the lighter and Jerry sparked it up, took a deep hit and passed it to Mike. Mike took a couple of hits and passed it back. Back and forth they smoked and passed the joint, and Mike was feeling very relaxed. Jerry was commenting on the fuck bench, saying how hot it was and how great it must be for a top to fuck a bottom in one of those. They began joking around about it, and finally Mike explained that he was in fact a bottom. Jerry just moaned. He started commenting on how good Mike's ass would look in that bench. He was funny and fun. Mike relaxed and eventually gamefully offered a showing. He walked over to the bench and put his legs in the holders sat down and leaned forward. Jerry walked over with the joint, and passed it to Mike and started to rub Mike's ass. Mike loved it. He loved that he had another guy who he had just met feeling his ass. Jerry asked Mike if he ever did coke. Mike loved coke but only did it rarely at best. But there was Jerry with a little bottle of cock. He turned the lid, and there was a single bump. Mike motioned Jerry in front of him and with his cock right by Mike's face, Mike leaned in and took a hard sniff. Then Jerry cranked the lid again and offered Mike another hit. Mike leaned in to take this bump but had his eyes fixed on Jerry's cock which was starting to swell. He inhaled deeply, and for a moment had this incredible rush, and then everything started to go black.....

Austin Hi, my name is Austin. I’ve just had a life changing experience I'd like to share with you. First, a little about me. I’m 19 years old, stand about five feet, five inches, and weigh 135 pounds. Although I don’t work out, I guess you would say I’m in shape as I have a trim build with a flat stomach. I’m told that I have a cute face with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. I’m currently attending a community college in my town and work at a regional chain coffee shop as much as I can to pay for things. I met my girlfriend Racheal through her twin brother Jacob who works with me at the coffee shop. Jacob is 20 years old, and stands about six feet tall and is very thin, his hair is dark brown and shaggy. He's good-looking, but not what most people would describe as handsome or cute. We are good friends despite the fact that Jacob 'found the Lord' last year and has become highly religious, sometimes to the point of irritation, but we work through it. His sister Rachael is extremely pretty and outgoing. When Jacob introduced us one day we hit it off very well. We are dating pretty seriously and have even talked about marriage one day, but the bad news from my perspective is that she has also 'found the Lord', so any pre-marital sex is not in the cards for us. So I was a virgin. Jacob and Rachael come from a very conservative and wealthy family. Their parents are very active in the community and have political influence. I found out through Jacob that they had a 'black sheep' brother about whom no one really spoke. I did learn, however, that his name was Alex and that he was 30 years old. Alex had been in and out of trouble as a juvenile and then got involved with drugs when he was 20 years old. Alex had robbed a store at gunpoint trying to get money for his drug habit. Despite his father’s best efforts, Alex was convicted and sent to prison. Making matters more complicated, Alex had contracted HIV while experimenting with drugs. Most people never expected him to survive his prison sentence. As Thanksgiving approached word came that Alex was going to be released. Alex asked his parents if he could come home and live until he could find work and an apartment. Although reluctant, his parents agreed. So Alex came home and moved in on the Monday before Thanksgiving, but he was accompanied by a surprise: he brought home a man he met in prison who had been released only days before Alex. Apparently they had become friends in prison and now were going to try and find a place to live together. Despite the surprise, the parents agreed to let him stay, provided he was out by January. Rachael had invited me to Thanksgiving dinner with her family, so that would be my first opportunity to meet her brother and his friend. When I arrived that day, Rachael, Jacob and their father Josiah were in the family room watching football on TV. A few minutes later Alex and his friend Devon entered. What I saw was stunning. Alex was about six feet two inches tall and probably weighed 230 pounds. He obviously used his time in prison to work out. His body rippled with muscles and he wore a tight white 'wife beater' tee shirt and basketball shorts which stretched to fit his body. His face reminded me of New England football quarterback Tom Brady. With his shoulder length brown hair and piercing blue eyes he was stunningly handsome. Alex’s friend was a black man named Devon. Devon towered over everyone at about six feet, seven inches, and weighed about 225 pounds. He was not as muscular as Alex but his body was perfect. His hair was closely cut and his face was model worthy. He was putting on his shirt as he walked in and his perfect eight pack abs were impressive. He too wore basketball shorts which snugly fit his body. When Rachel left the room to help prepare dinner, Alex and Devon sat on the couch on either side of me. Jacob and his father sat in the recliners watching the game. Both Alex and Devon engaged me in conversation and were very interesting. They talked about how they got to know each other in prison. Devon confessed he too was HIV positive and they met during counseling and treatment sessions they attended. They tried to engage Jacob but he was his usual quiet self. I enjoyed the conversation but I felt so small between these two men. I couldn’t help but be jealous of how beautiful they both were. When their father left the room, both men started quizzing us on our sexual activities. I confessed I was still a virgin and both guys laughed and rubbed my head and said I needed to change that. Jacob was very embarrassed to talk about the sex but he admitted he too was a virgin and he didn’t even masturbate because it “offended God”. Both guys chuckled and rolled their eyes. We all were called to the table and enjoyed a huge feast. As usual, I stuffed myself and knew that a nap when be the next thing on the agenda. Jacob and I crashed on the reclining chairs and their father fell asleep on the couch. Rachael and her mother left for a walk to the park and said they would be back in a couple of hours. Alex and Devon went to the bedroom for what I assumed was a nap. About ten minutes later, Alex came out and asked me if I would help him set something up in the bedroom. "Sure," I replied, and followed him into the room. When I walked in I was surprised to see at least three video cameras around the room along with three fairly large video monitors. From what I could see the screen showed that the cameras were pointed at various areas on the bed. When I entered, Devon, who was wearing only his shorts, closed the door and I heard him lock it behind me. I was a little confused and nervous and I asked Alex what he needed help with? “We make amateur movies for sale on line and we’d like you to be the star”, he said with a huge grin on his handsome face. At that moment Devon pressed up against me and grabbed my waist. He slowly slid his hands up my body taking my shirt with them. He tossed my shirt to the floor and I could feel his chest pressing against my naked back. I felt his hands reach around me and unfasten my belt and unbutton my jeans and they fell to my ankles. I wanted to tell them to stop but I felt powerless. Unfortunately, I guess I was unaware what was about to happen to me As Devon was slowly undressing me, Alex stood and watched. I could see on a monitor that he had trained a camera on me and I saw and felt Devon’s hands come around and begin caressing my chest, then they slid down into my underwear, slowly pulling them down. His hands touched my penis and I gasped. The contrast of his dark muscular hands against my pale white body was hypnotizing. As he pulled me closer I realized he was no longer wearing shorts. As my underwear slipped to my thighs I could feel and see his muscular legs pressed up to mine. I could feel what I only describe as a thick rubber pipe lying perfectly in the crack of my exposed ass. It wasn’t hard yet but it was starting to thicken and push against me. Now Alex slowly dropped his shorts and stood totally naked in front of me. God his body was perfect! He was well muscled and smooth except for a small line of hair running from his navel to above his penis. His thick penis hung down. He was uncircumcised. It was the first penis I had ever seen like that. He was starting to get hard and as he approached me his penis pushed up between our two bodies. I could see us in the monitor as he reached behind me and grabbed both sides of my ass and Devon pushed up more firmly behind me. I was so small between them. My head was spinning with what I was feeling. Four big hands caressed my body. Alex leaned forward and looked me in the eyes and then his lips were on mine. I resisted at first but Devon buried his mouth in my neck and sucked deeply as his hands wrapped around my slowly hardening penis. I let out a moan and opened my mouth to let Alex’s tongue in. Alex would switch from kissing me to kissing Devon and I could feel that both of their penises were now hard. I was in their spell and laid back into Devon’s arms. Both of them wrapped their arms around me and lifted me like a rag doll to the bed and laid me on my back. As Alex adjusted all of the cameras, Devon crawled up on top of me and began kissing me passionately. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his gorgeous body and pulled him tighter against me. He slowly kissed his way down my chest, stomach and briefly took my penis into his mouth and I moaned “Oh God!” Devon grabbed both my legs and pushed them back, lifting my ass slightly off the bed. I looked over at a monitor which clearly showed my hole totally exposed. Devon leaned forward and I could see him and feel him spit into my ass. The next think I felt was one of the best feelings I’d ever had, at least until that moment. Devon’s tongue began to play with my hole. When he stuck his tongue inside it and I was in heaven, moaning loudly and leaking semen out of my penis. I had closed my eyes in total ecstasy until I felt something wet and warm brush against my face. I opened my eyes to see Alex kneeling over me and his huge penis inches from my lips. He grabbed me by the head and slowly pushed the head against my lips. As Devon worked his tongue deeper into me I opened my mouth and tasted my first penis. It was warm and salty and extremely wide and long. I suddenly was embarrassed by the size of my penis which wasn’t even half his length. He slowly and gently eased his penis deeper and deeper into the mouth and I sucked and licked as much as I could before my gag relax kicked in and he would pull back and start again. With his penis in my mouth Alex leaned forward, grabbed my legs and pulled them further back. Devon looked at Alex and said almost begging, “Can I fuck his cherry hole first, he’s got the most beautiful little ass I’ve seen and I want to breed it so bad?” Suddenly I realized he was going to have unprotected sex with me and he was HIV positive. I was frightened and started to struggle against Alex’s hold he had on my legs. “I think our little twink just realized he is going to get fucked in the ass” Alex laughed. Alex leaned forward again and his penis slid deeper into my mouth and he began to kiss Devon. “His ass is all yours, give him a nice virgin fucking and fill him good.” I tried struggling more but Alex had me tight. Alex pulled out of my mouth and inched forward straddling my chest. I looked to my left and saw the video showing my tiny hole glistening from Devon’s saliva. The head of Devon’s huge penis was inches away from it. “Please don’t!! I don’t want to be infected”, I begged. “If you don’t struggle, maybe I’ll pull out and cum on your face, instead of inside you” Devon said. I looked over at the other monitors, one showed my face, the other showed Alex from the front sitting on my chest pulling by legs back and my ass up to expose it more for Devon. Alex leaned forward and spit on Devon’s penis and then on my hole. Devon worked the saliva over his penis, which now looked well over a foot long. I watched the video totally mesmerized as Devon’s penis pushed up against the small opening in my body. His penis seemed to throb and a string of semen hung from the tip. I knew in my mind that his fluids were poisonous but I just watched and waited. The head pushed against the hole. It looked to be three or four times bigger than the opening it was trying to enter. As he Devon pushed I felt an intense burning feeling as I began to split open. The head was not being stopped and the pain was excruciating. I screamed and Alex slapped his hand over my mouth for fear of alerting Jacob and his father. I could see my hole expanding around his invading penis and I could see a trickle of blood run down my ass as I ripped open. Tears ran from my eyes as I screamed my muffled pleas to stop into Alex’s hand. As much as it hurt I couldn’t take my eyes of the monitor and watched the head slowly push onward. ”Holy fuck he’s tight”, Devon moaned. Alex slid his hands to my ass and pulled the cheeks apart. Then suddenly, with a loud popping sound, the head was totally inside of me and more blood ran down my ass on to the bed cover. I nearly passed out from the pain. Devon paused as my hole tried to adjust to the massive invader. The pain I felt at that moment was nothing compared to what happened next. Alex shifted himself so he was behind me and he held me in his muscular arms. He kissed me gently on the neck and then softly whispered in my ear. “I’m going to hold you Austin because this is really going to very painful. Devon is going to bury his whole cock in you and not stop till his balls are on your ass.” I looked at the monitor and could see about 10 inches of glistening penis ready to follow the head of into me. I begged Alex to let me go and stated to sob. “Don’t worry baby, after a few strokes your pain will turn to pleasure and you’ll beg to be fucked,” he said softly. Alex and Devon both leaned toward me and kissed me and then kissed each other. “Fuck and breed him Devon,” were the frightening words I heard next. Devon pushed gradually forward. It felt like my insides were being split in half. I screamed into the palm of Alex’s hand which covered my mouth. He pushed forward and I could feel Alex’s other hand caress my nipples and penis, trying to relax me. Suddenly, Devon stopped, “Oh fuck, this is what I’ve been looking for,” he said. He grabbed me by my hips and snapped me toward him as he lunged forward. He seemed to enter another part of my body I didn’t realize existed. I stiffened in absolute agony and screamed. My legs were straight in the air and my toes seemed to curl involuntarily. I could feel his huge scrotum resting against my ass. I looked at the monitor and realized every inch of his enormous penis was now inside of my body. My little hole was no longer little and it stretched and ripped to accept the HIV positive penis ready to fill me with poison. Devon leaned forward and kissed me and as he did his penis seemed to push even further into my small body. His body covered mine and felt so warm and powerful. The pain had slightly subsided but then He slowly began to pull his penis back out. It felt like he was pulling my insides out of my body. I softly begged him to stop and he did just before his penis head came out. Alex grabbed a video camera and moved around to get a close up shot of my filled hole. I looked at the monitor as Alex showed my stretched open ass and I could see a dark red trickle of blood running out of my ass down onto the white sheet where a large stain was developing. Devon grabbed my head and passionately kissed me working his tongue into my mouth. As he did he slammed every inch of his rock hard penis back into me. My head snapped back and I moaned loudly and cried “Oh my god!” “Oh my god” “You’re killing me!!” Devon began to get into a rhythm and as he did my pain started to subside and a new feeling began. Devon’s penis began hitting something inside of me that sent waves a pleasure through my body. The pain was being replaced by ecstasy and I started moaning. “You’re mine now baby,” Devon growled and his pounding intensified. I could hear the loud smacking sound as his penis hit deep into me and his scrotum flattened against my ass. Devon was moaning now too and my head was spinning. I looked around the room and saw different views of my virginity being taken away. Suddenly, Alex hovered over me and the camera was aimed at my face. “You are liking this, aren’t you bitch?” Alex asked from behind the camera. I could only moan and cry “God yes!!” Devon was like a wild man. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me up and jackhammered his penis into me. Any thoughts he had of having his orgasm on my face were long forgotten by him in his passion. He pulled entirely out of me several times and like a guided missile plunged back on the target and deeper into my body. It felt like he was getting bigger and harder. I looked away from the monitors and into Devon’s face. Our bodies were covered in sweat. My penis was rock hard and I could feel my own orgasm building deep in me. Alex was masturbating his huge penis as he attempted to record us from various angles. The room was filled with our moaning, the sound of our bodies smacking together and Alex saying “This is fucking hot!! We are going to make a fortune selling this.” Devon’s eyes seemed to roll back in his head. He leaned forward and moaning and nearly screaming. Suddenly he bit down on my neck and made a high pitched wailing sound and it happened. The first pulse from his penis felt incredibly warm. He bit down on hard my neck again actually breaking the skin and drawing blood. I grabbed his beautiful ass and pulled him deeper inside of me. His muscular black body seemed to ripple with intensity and his penis continued to pump warm streams of poison semen as deep as he could go into my body. I could feel every shot coating my insides with more semen than imagine could come out of one person. My penis suddenly erupted and Alex leaned forward catching most of it in his mouth. He then leaned up and kissed me as my own semen was swirled with his tongue back into my mouth. Devon was laying on me breathing so hard and I could feel his heart pounding against my body. Slowly he began to pull out and Alex zoomed the camera in on my ass. What I saw was unbelievable. My hole appeared to be three or four times bigger than before and as he pulled out large amounts of his semen and my blood oozed out of me. I knew it was poisonous and the pummeling I had just received had created the perfect bloody environment for the infection to take hold. As he pulled out he kissed me and whispered “Clean me Austin”. I willingly licked and sucked his penis clean trying to get his semen mixed in my mouth with my semen that Alex had deposited there. Devon rolled off the bed and Alex hopped into his place. “My turn”, he said with a big smile on his face. I wasn’t sure how I could take such a pounding again. Alex’s penis wasn’t as long as Devon, but it was so much thicker and he was so muscular. I knew the sex act would be more intense. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Austin are you in there?” It was Rachael!! I froze in fear. My girlfriend was outside the door and I was feet away, naked on a bed with a man’s semen running out of me and my neck bleeding from bite marks inflicted during passionate sex. Then I heard Jacob say, “What are you guys doing?” They were both there and I couldn’t speak or move. Alex and Devon looked at each other. Instead of fear they both smiled. Alex got up and unlocked the door. I couldn’t believe it!! Devon shouted, “Come on in, we need your help with something.” I saw the handle turn and the door opened……

First time writing. Let me know what you think. Any thoughts or critiques. Also if you wanna see something in the story let me know and I will see if I can work it in. ________________________________________________________________________________________ “Oh, yeah gonna shoot this poz load in that fucking sloppy hole.” So announced the latest top as his cock throbbed in my once tight hole and with his announcement I felt another load added to the flood of cum in my ass. He shuddered and dripped sweat onto my smooth chest. My eyes rolled back in my back and all I could do was moan in my popper haze. At this point I had been in the sling for about four hours, and had taken eight loads. During this entire period my Owner stood behind me, encouraging the men who penetrated my ass, feeding me poppers and steadying the sling. I felt so slutty and wondered about how I had come to this point in my life. The next top stepped up, furry as all hell and tatted up and made eye contact as he slid his raw cock into my abused hole. As he did so, I hoarsely moaned "Fuck, yes, more please.” ****2 weeks prior*** I had just graduated college and was home working at one of those job that we've all taken, simply to earn some money. I had just broken it off with my girlfriend since we lived too far away to bother with trying to keep a relationship going after college. I wasn’t really worried though I was always good at finding girls to fuck. I’m Italian-Sicilian, 6 ft , 185 pounds, and have the pale skin and black hair all over to prove it. In fact, I have a great manly dense coating of fur all over my well toned pecs, abs, and leg as well as super dense pit fur. I love to smell my pits after a workout and jack off while still wearing my boxers. Oh yeah. My cock is eight inches, uncut and thick, and it drools like a faucet when I get hard. I jerk off at least three times daily, just to remain sane. I was super horny coming home from a workout one night and was passing the adult bookstore in my town and thought I would stop in and pick up some porn as a jerk-off aid. I parked my car around the back so that people wouldn’t see it, and made my way in. Once in the store, I began looking at the various dvds for sale and drifted over to the toy section, where I saw a huge cabinet filled with different types of lube and bottle labeled as 'Aromas'. “Need help?” a deep voice asked. I turned around and less than a foot away stood the sales associate. He was about 6'2", 225 pounds, was apparently as hairy as was I, and had a scruffy, good looking face. His tight black shirt and jean showed that he was also thick with muscle. I felt some how small standing there in just my tank top and basket ball shorts. “Ummmmm, I was wondering what these little bottle are for?" ’ “Those are poppers, son. They make ya super horny and relaxed. Do you want some?” “Well I am always super horny but sure, I guess so.” He reached around and unlocked the case and handed me a bottle and quietly commented "Here try these. They're my favorite.” I went to reach in my shorts and he just shook his head and said he would cover me and suggested I try 'em in the back video area before I left. I was so horny I decided to take him up on his suggestion. My cock tented against the material of my jock as I made my into the video area at the rear of the store. It was dark back there as lit only by a couple red lights. There were two banks of booths, five on each side and a cluster of larger booths in the middle. Not liking to be constrained I made my way to one of the booths. Once in I feed a five dollar bill into the machine, I fished-out my cock. Of course it was hard and leaking from the earlier exchange as some straight porn booted up on screen. My mind returned to the sales guy and wondered why he had made me nervous and hard all at the same time. I put those thought out of my head as I unscrewed the bottle and tried my first hit of poppers. The smell turned me off at first but then the rush hit me. My hand paused on my cock as my face turned flush and my breathing increased. I felt my self getting even harder and sweat broke out on my skin. My mind focused only on my cock and the feelings of how horny I was. A moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes as a large drop of precum slicked the head of my cock as I jerked myself. I am not sure how long that lasted but when I opened my eyes the guy from the sales floor was standing in the door to the booth. Fuck I had forgotten to slide the latch. “Seems like you enjoyed those. Why not take another hit? I'll help you out.” He was staring directly into my eyes and for some reason I nodded slightly. He moved towards me and lifted my hand holding the bottle to my nose and told me to inhale deeply. I am not sure why I followed his orders so readily but I did. He moved the bottle over to my other nostril and, in his deep, almost hypnotic voice, said “Again. boy.” I did so twice more. My head was swimming as his hands roamed down my body, pulled my cock out, and took me all the way down his warm mouth, occasionally licking around the head of my cock, cleaning up all my precum in the process. Then he roughly pulled my shorts, leaving my bare, jock clad ass pressed up against the wall. I was sweaty like a horse and the smell drifted up from my pits and mixed with the smell of the poppers and my cock got even hard from this guy sucking me off. I was starting to come down from the effects when the guy pressed the bottle back to my nose and sent me off again. I would barely think all that was on my mind was how horny I was and how I wanted to feel more. After several minutes of pleasuring my cock, the guy reached-up, and slid two fingers in my mouth. I supposed he wanted to keep my groans to a minimum, but he in fact only seemed to make me horny. His fingers tasted salty and I loved it. “Fuck you are hot. I wanna make you mine and mark you up. Let's see how that hole of yours is.” He encouraged me to take several more hits, and then gestured for me to turn around. He spread my furry ass and dove right in, licking at my hole. I had never had anyone do that before and it felt amazing. My back arched and I pushed back into his wet tongue, loving the sensation of having my hole eaten out, loving the sensation of his facial hair rubbing roughly against my ass as his soft wet tongue darted into my hole. My hand went right to my cock and started jerking it fast. The guy wouldn't have any of that, however, and grabbed my hand, and restrained me, saying quietly, "Not yet, boy. I wanna make you beg to shoot.” I had never been called boy before but it triggered something in me and I moaned. Suddenly the guy stood up and turned me back around. “Stay here I will be right back” he said and left me standing in the booth high on poppers and panting. He came back in a minute with something in his hand. Sinking to the ground he took my cock back in his mouth and sucked me hard and fast. He held the bottle back to my nose and I took 4 more hit while he gave me the best blow job I had ever received. 10 shots came out of my cock as I came. Between the intense orgasm and the poppers my head was spinning as the guy swallowed and suck at my shrinking cock. I was sweaty and panting when I felt something being pressed around my cock and heard a click. “There we go all locked away, that should make sure you come back again next week” “What?!?!” looking down I saw my cock encased in a plastic tube that only left my balls exposed. I looked at the guy with confusion. “What you thought this was only going to be about you. If you want that taken off be here again next week same time and we will see what we can do. And expect to return the favor for what I just did and then same. If you don’t see me up from just say you need to see The Boss, when you get here. Have a fun week” I was dumbstruck. Before an hour ago I had never tried poppers or had a guy suck me off. Now I had shot my load and my cock was locked in this thing. Thinking about the blow job I felt myself start to get hard and felt pain as it pressed against the plastic. In a daze I tucked my now caged cock back in my jock pulled my shorts up and drove home.

Took a load from a 35 year old married guy Friday. he fucked a 3 day load into me while i was on all 4s. i felt like such a slut afterward and kept his cum in me all day

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 do feel like I have fallen into a pattern of settling for random hookups and crazy sex parties in an effort to meet my needs. Obviously, it doesn't meet all of them. I do sometimes wish I had someone special in my life. I've had three relationships in my life and all three ended badly, tragically even, and sometimes I think I am just too afraid of getting that deeply involved with someone again. I used my kids as my excuse for not letting a man in my life for a long time but now that they are grown, I'm rethinking it again. My fear of growing old alone is starting to outweigh my fear of falling in love. I do miss romance. I like being wooed.

I, personally, would never do an open relationship. This is in no way a judgment. Rather based on what I've seen and heard. When I was diagnosed with HIV, I went to a therapist who worked primarily with gay people. She is a lesbian. She told me that in the 25 years (this was in 2007), she had been a therapist, she had counceled countless couples. In those 25 years, not one relationship that was open had survived. No matter whenever the open relationship status occurred. Whether they had been together 0 months when they started an open relationship or 25 years when they started. A friend of mine and his partner of 35 years started an open relationship 5 years ago. I told him then what she had told me. He told me that he and his partner had been together since high school and would never fall out of love. I watched them drift apart over the last five years til this past January my friend told me the relationship was over because a hook up for his partner had become something more. I'm not saying there haven't been successful open relationships ever. But I don't like those odds. It's already tough for a relationship to survive. Why add another element to make it more difficult? For me, I would rather stay single if I wanted multiple partners or more sex than a relationship may afford than to risk the man I love for some meaningless sex. As I said, I want my next relationship to be THE relationship. None is perfect. It takes work and compromise. But I'm willing to give that. 100%. But it will have to be a very special man. I won't settle. Oh... And for that fuck bud scenario..... I've struggled with that too. Biting my tongue. Lol I hear ya.

4. I stayed kneeling on the dirty floor Mark's cum and sweat dripping of my face. Boss pressed his cock, covered in ass juice, cum, and a bit of blood to me and I licked it clean. Loving the taste of his big manly cock. My hands grabbed his furry ass and pulled him deep into me as my tongue licked under the hood and cleaned him. “Get ready to swallow pig boy and don’t spill a drop” I only had a second to wonder and then I felt his warm piss flooding my mouth. In fear I started gulping it down. His cock was far enough to the back of my throat that I didn’t taste any of that first piss until he slowly pulled it out. I expect to be disgusted but it tasted amazing and I moaned and suckled getting every last drop. Boss reached down and pull me up, started into my eyes and lifted both his arms, locking his hands behind his head. I sprang to action licking the fuck sweat from his deep furry pits. Smelling him and moaning. Humping his leg with my caged cock, grunting and devouring him. His hand traced down my back to the plug still in my ass. With one pull he yanked it out fo me causing me to whimper. “Ready for another charged load fucker” Now that I knew…..now that I knew what the consequences of taking his cock and cum in me….i lowered my head, turned around, and presented my ass. Arching my back against the wall. “Fuck I knew you would take to this like a duck to water. “ With that his raw cock plunged back in my ass. A screamed escaped my lips and before I had a chance to say anything else poppers were under my nose. Making my ass loose and my mind spin. Making me want more, more cock, more cum. Thrusting back I met each pounding. Sweat once again dripping off me. I ran my hand across my chest and gathered it with my fingers. Sucking the salty delicious nectar from my own body. “Please Boss, please shoot the poz cum in my hole. Make me your poz son. Knocked me up, own me, make me into your bitch, your pig, you cumdump.” “Fuck yeah boy here comes my second load, make you my fucking pig , my man , forever. With this cum I own you. With this load you are mine forever” Amazingly he cock sent 6 jets of his cum shooting into my hole. I felt each one like a tongue, lapping at the inside of my ass. Caressing and filling me with his fuck poison. He collapsed against my back , our sweat mingling. Both of us shuddering. I looked down and was not surprised to see he had worked another load out of me without me even touching my cock. Something came over me. I grabbed my poppers and took four big deep hits. Just as the rush started to come I dropped to all four and started licking the cum and sweat from the floor. I wanted the cum in me I wanted to take it all. My tongue lapped again and again getting every drop of sweat, cum and who knows what else before I knew it a clean circle was visibly present form the other dirty areas, I took the Boss’s cock back to my mouth for cleaning. Cum and dirt were smeared all over my face. My eyes were glazed over at what I had done. A smile formed on my lips and a sense of belonging settled in. I knew what I was. I was his. And I was a popper whore, cum slut. “Good job boy. I see you learn quick and are coming along, but you still need to be punished…..”

3. “Please sir I can’t lick the floor, I can’t ill take your punishment” “Glad you said that boy now follow me… and don’t even think about putting those clothes back on” I followed Boss back out into the main store and he flipped the sign to open and unlocked the door. “Get behind the counter boy and kneel on the floor ” I went behind the counter and kneel on the floor, my body shivering with what was coming and wondering what punishment he would think up for not cleaning up the mess in the back room. I didn’t have long to wonder because he came back shortly with a medium sized but plug form the rack and nipple clamps. He attached the clamps to my furry tits making me moan in pleasure. Then order me to bend over the counter. He spread some lube on my ass and started to push the plug in. “Please may I have some popper sir , it hurts” “No that would make this pleasure and you need to be punished and learn that when I tell you to do something you fucking do it and say thank you” “Yes sir” I said through gritted teeth as the plug popped in an I yelped in pain. He then order me back to my kneel position under the counter and pulled out his cock, ordering me to suck and lick it clean while he worked. About fifteen minutes later I heard the door chime and heard someone walking up to the counter. I try to move and sir just grabbed the back of my head an held me there. “Hey Mark glad to see you” sir said as the guy stepped to the counter. I was in clear view, my furry well muscled back and plugged ass on display for anyone standing at the counter. I felt myself blush and feel pathetic and weak as Mark got smaller bills for the video booth. “That boy for everyone or just for you?” he asked the voice sounded oddly familiar to me and I panicked that it might be someone I knew. “Needs to be trained up a bit, should be ready on Friday for the party though….actually would you mind helping me with him a bit. He needs to learn how to suck cock better.” “Sure always glad to help” With that Boss grabbed the chain connecting my nipples and pulled up making me get to my feet. There I stood naked, plugged, caged with my nipples chained together and my stomach dropped. There stood my old wrestling coach from high school. He was 6 ft, 225 with only the slightest bit of padding, goateed and salt and pepper hair. He looked me over and smiled with an evil glint in his eye. His hand reached out and grabbed the chain and pulled me around from behind the counter. Just as we reached the door to the vid booths Boss called out “No fucking him but anything else if free game, and if ya need him to do something just give him a couple popper hits and he turns into a fuckin slut” I lowered my head at the comment and was lead to the first booth in the middle. “Well Justin….didn’t think you would turn out to be a faggot bitch but I can’t say I am unhappy about it. What you thought since I didn’t use you name when I saw you I didn’t know who you were. Hell I shot so many loads watching you in the shower and now I get to shoot one down your throat. I am shocked that you hooked up with Boss but hey, it’s your funeral. “ Mark reached down and pulled his shirt over his head revealing a chest covered in grey fur and muscles. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved my face into his pits. Instinctively I started to lick the sweat mass of fur, lapping up his scent and swallowing it down. “Oh fuck yeah lick those pits jock boy make me feel good for teasing me all those years. Fuck you are a damn pig aren’t ya. Now lick the other side, make me nice and clean….unf yeah feels so damn good. While I was licking his pits he undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor revealing a 9 inch uncut cock about 3 fingers thick and dripping precum down his furred thigh. He pulled my face out of his pit and look me in the eyes. Grabbing a bottle of poppers he unscrewed the cap and held it to my left nostril, than my right, than my left, than back again. The warmth and dizziness spread over me and my knees went weak. I sank to the floor and shoved his perfect cock in my mouth. SLAP “Did I tell you to suck my cock yet bitch” Tears sprang up in my eyes as I looked up from my kneeling position, I was dizzy form the poppers and the slap and had no idea what he wanted. He turned around and spread his cheek. “Eat my hole slut , I wanna feel that tongue deep in there. And don’t worry I took a shower….this morning.” I hesitated for 5 second and he turned around and forced another 4 hits of poppers on me. This time when he turned I dove right into his ass. It smelled amazing, musky and maly. I could taste his sweat form the day and my tongue rand from his balls to his hole and back again. A sound came out of my chest like a growl and I used my hands ot spread his ass cheeks so I could get deeper in hi hole. My tongue lapping at it like a cat with cream. Then darting in and out like a small cock. His moands let me know I was doing an good job. “Fuck yeah that feels great, damn you are good at this for being a beginner. I should have had you in my office every day eating my ass.” The small room began to heat up and we both started to sweat. Mark’s as was slick with my spit when he turned around and presented his dripping cock to my mouth and said “Now you can suck it”. I dove down on the cock like my life depending on it , taking it to the root and burying my nose in the thick bush at the base. My tongue darting out and licking the underside of his cock. The bottle was at my nose again and I took two giant deep hits and snuck a finger around to play with Mark’s hole. It must have startled him because he dropped the bottle and it spilled on the floor. The small space filled with the scent of poppers and sweat. Mark pushed me agains the far wall with his back to the door and started to face fuck me for all he was worth. The continuous scent of poppers making me hungry for cock. Lost in the haze and pleasure of my blow job Mark didn’t hear the door t the booth open, but I saw Boss’s boots enter and wonder if he had come to check on how is friend as using me. Suddenly Mark stiffened and let out a moan of pain and pleasure as Boss’s big arms wrapped around his throat and a bottle was placed against his nose. Mark tried to escape forward and just drove his cock deep in my mouth as Boss plunge raw into his ass. “Please, don’t fuck me. I can’t , I don’t want to be like you “ “Fucked if I care , I have been wanting to dirty this cunt of yours for years and my little slut boy gave me a great opening I could not resist.” Mark was sandwiched and couldn’t escape and Boss’s thrust deep into his ass. Every time Boss thrust forward precum would gush into my mouth from Mark. As his passed picked up Mark just kept pleading oer and over to for Boss to pull out begging him not to cum in him. “Fucking to late so close gonna drop this big charged load in your hole and make you the cum slut you should have always been” With that Boss have a big growl and drove balls deep in Mark’s just as Mark hit the point of no return and flooded my mouth with his cum. “Make sure not to spill a drop boy, a man’s last neg load is special and should always bee eaten” Just then the reality of what they were saying hit me…I had his poz load plugged in my ass….his poison working into my system for the last hour, trapped there, soaking into me. Infecting me…..my cock strained against its confinement and I groaned around the slowly shrinking cock in my mouth. “Good job boy….but we are not done with you yet” Moderator's Note: Mark's story continues here https://breeding.zone/topic/33395-subverted-cum-whore-marks-tale/

2. That week passed so slowly. All I could think about was my cock. I was distracted at work, and I couldn’t go to the gym because I was so embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to see my cock cage. Finally it was Friday and I head back to the store. I was so horny I sped the entire way and practically ran through the door. Boss stood behind the counter and smiled at me when I walked in. “Hey boy, has it been week already?” I looked at him with hungry eyes and stated “Please take this off I need to cum so bad I’ll do whatever it takes just get this off me” “Are you sure about that boy? How about we take you to the back and see what we can do.” With that he came around the counter and flipped the closed sign and locked the door. I followed him urgently to the back area and into a booth in the back of the video room. “Take off your clothes boy let me see what that once proud cock looks like” I stripped off my workout shorts and tank top and stood there in only my shoes and the cock cage. My furry body breaking into a nervous sweat plastering the hair on my chest and abs. Boss came up and stood within an inch of me looking into my eyes. He reached in his pocket and I felt relief that he was going to take the lock off my cock and I could cum. When he opened his hand he held a bottle of poppers in it and gave it to me. “Here ya go boy, you know what I want to see you do.” I took the bottle from his hand and inhaled deep 4 times in each side. My head was spinning and I leaned against the walls of the booth. My cock vainly tried to get hard. “yeah good boy hitting deep like that for me. Now the way I see since I sucked your cock last time you should return the favor for me” I had never sucked a cock before and but I was so horny and high on poppers I drop to my knees and started to unbutton his jeans. I could feel the cum and dirty from previous occupants coat both knees and could smell Bosses sweaty crotch as he pulled his cock out. A huge drop of precum glistened on the tip. Could I do this? I was so horny and feel out of it. As if reading my mind Boss held the poppers back to my nose and I breathed deep. Next thing I knew his cock was going in and out of me mouth and I was moaning like a whore. This tasted amazing and I loved his uncut 9 inch cock slamming into the back of my throat. Boss grabbed the back of my head and firmly planted his cock all the way down blocking my air supply. Just as I was about to struggle the bottle was place to my nose and he pulled back. Poppers flood into me whether I wanted them or not. Sending my head spinning and make me want more cock. Bosses cock began to grow bigger and he started to grunt as shot after shot flooded my mouth. I swallowed without thinking and loved the taste of his cum as it pour down my throat. “Fuck that was good boy, you are one poppered up cock pig now. DO you want more of this dick boy? You want that cage off?” “Oh god yes please please please let me out I need to cum so badly.” “Stand up and turn around boy and show me your hole first. I want to eat that tight furry hole.” Obediently I got up and present my furry ass to Boss. He bent down and started eating me out again. “Hit those poppers boy” I inhaled 3 times deep and arched my back. Moaning. I felt his finger push into my tight never been fucked hole and grunted with pleasure . backing on to his rough callused finger I felt waves of pleasure. Boss kept licking and wetting my hole working a second than a third finger into my ass. All the time I kept hitting the poppers and gyrating my ass. Wanting more. His fourth finger opened me up and I took a huge deep hit of poppers and held my breath as he loosened me up even more. I felt so full and stretched and never knew how much pleasure I could get from my ass. Boss stood up and started rubbing his once again hard cock through the crack of my ass. Plastering the fur with his precum. My hole itched to be filled and I was panting and sweating. Boss held the bottle back under my nosed and I sniffed again and again. “You want that cage off ? You want to feel my cock in that hole? You want me to fuck you boy? Make you mine forever? You want to be owned boy?” “OH god I don’t care fuck me I need release I need to cum so bad. Do what you want just let me cum” “Ok boy but remember you wanted this” I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, increasing the pressure more and more until it felt like it would never go in. The bottle was back under my nose, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and on the sixth hit he broke through and sank all the way in balls deep. My moan of pain and pleasure surprised my. I never wanted it to end. I could feel his raw cock all 9 inches buried deep in me and I start to fuck myself on it. I wanted more. Sweat dripped off my body and down my back. Boss ran his hands over it and brought it to my face and I Greedily sucked it off his fingers. It tasted so good. Precum was leaking out of my caged cock like a faucet, dripping on the cum covered floor of the booth. “Fuck I love this tight hole. It feels so good gripping my fucking daddy cock. Leaking my dirty precum in the clean hole. Gonna make this fucking mine boy. You want that. You want to be my poppers pig and take my raw cock. Get bred by me and my friends. Take any load I tell you to. Be owned and used.” Taking 3 more hits from the popper bottle all I could do was utter gibberish over and over again. “fuckme , fuckme fuckme, yes whatever you want fuck my ass breed me own me just give me more cock. make me however you want I need more cock please fuck me fuck me fuck me” “Good boy gonna drop this load in that ass now boy take this fucking cock you sweaty fucking popper pig whore” He grabbed my shoulder and pushed as far into me as he could and I felt something in my give way. His pulsing cock shooting 8 shoots in my hole hitting my prostate. At that time I started to have the most intense orgasm my ass contracting uncontrollably around his cock. milking every drop from it while my caged cock leaked out a bucket of cum to add to the sweat and dirt and cum already on the floor, I couldn’t stop shaking and I sank to the ground. His cock plopping out of my no longer tight ass I fell to the floor on my knees. “Fuck you are a good boy now clean up that mess on the floor” I looked up at him questioningly and he point down were my cum, sweat, and the cum of who knows else had congealed on the floor. “Lick it all up boy or you will be punished.” “I can’t who know what is down there that is disgusting I please don’t make me “ “Well you really don’t need to worry about catching anything anymore but Ok pig you get two choices….lick that all up…..or you get punished” I stared at the man that had just fucked me and wondered about what he had just said while I also tried to figure out which was worse. Licking up the sweat and cum and filth of previous tenants of this booth ….or the punishment he would think up.

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!

The entire bathroom was done in slate, the shower merely a step down in the corner of the room, covered on one side by a clear glass wall and the other two covered with the slate that continued up from the floor. A sturdy showerhead jutted out from the wall. “Get on your knees,” he growled as he shoved me into the slate enclosure still wet from his morning shower hours before. My knees harshly rubbed against the stone floor, and I looked up at him holding his soft cock. It was still incredibly impressive, still gorged with blood, at about 8 fat inches of juicy man meat. “Please don’t…” I started to implore, but before I could finish my plea, a pale yellow stream of urine erupted from his tasty piss split and hosed down my chest. It was wonderfully warm, like the water in a heated pool, and the smell was somewhat indescribable. It was strong but not repulsive while clearly the scent of something debaucherous and nasty. He stopped the flow for a second to command me to open my mouth. I did so without questioning though I really didn’t want to drink his piss. “Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to spit it out, understand?” I nodded in disbelief that I had been lowered to the status of a urinal. His jet of piss restarted, aimed directly at my pie hole. I collected his fragrant amber fluid in my mouth until it was overflowing and dripping down my chin onto my clit-dick, now soft and even more pathetic looking. Once again, he retracted the steady flow. Eyes expectantly wide, I looked up at him, begging him to let me spit out the pee that was making me feel like a cheap, worthless public restroom. “Swallow it.” My eyes got bigger, surely he wasn’t serious. “I mean it, every drop. You should honor and appreciate anything that comes out of my body. I just sired you, bitch. I gave you my kids, passed on my gift, and showed you your true calling. Anything that I produce from my holes should be your favorite meal…so swallow my piss, fuck hole.” I steadied myself and then closed my mouth and drank my first (but not my last) piss cocktail. The aftertaste haunted my mouth and nose, but I looked up to him proud of showing him proper respect for his bodily fluids. And actually, after the fucking I had just sustained, the nasty drink was somewhat refreshing, and I found myself wanting more. I cast eager eyes up to him and was met with an abrupt spray of piss all over my face. I knew he did it just to degrade me and a part of me did want to cry as his urine splattered across my face and all over my body. “Wash your hair with it, piggie.” He managed to keep shocking me. “Don’t just kneel there like a whore, really be a whore. Scoop some piss off your body and the floor and wash your hair with it, you worthless hole!” I cupped my hands and tried to scoop up some piss from the slate, and then I massaged it into my hair. Tears were definitely flowing now. When I went to scoop up some pee from my body, what should catch my eye but my newly erect boy-dick. I couldn’t believe it! As I cried and rubbed another man’s urine into my scalp, my sorry-excuse-for-a-cock was hard as a rock. “You pathetic cum dump, look at that little miniature dick standing straight up. What a pitiful motherfucker, this REALLY is what you are, a fucked out, piss soaked, pozzed up boy cunt.” All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.” “Stand up, pussy boy,” he barked, the bombardment of piss having stopped. As I faltered, I felt his beefy hands grip my waist to speed my ascension back to upright and turned me to face the wall. I felt his sausage thumbs apply immense pressure on the small of my back, forcing me to bend over, catching myself with my hands on the slate wall. He wrapped his hand around the base of his puffy cock, pushing all of the blood still escaping his erection toward the last five inches of his tool. Without a word I felt it at my sore, worked over cunt, and soon is was lodged in me a few inches. I couldn’t believe he was ready to fuck again…but that’s not what he had in mind. A warm sensation rushed into my bowels, completely washing through my insides. My God, he was peeing inside of my asshole. I moaned, reliving the sensation of being ejaculated into, though this was slightly different. It was more consistent and stronger. And more degrading. I truly was a human toilet. My mouth and ass is where you go to relieve yourself. I have no worth beyond this…collecting fluids from bigger men than me. These thoughts were interrupted by an incredibly full, bloated feeling in my abdomen. Of course, all that piss was ballooning my insides and corked with his big rod. Finally, the flow of urine stopped and he leaned forward to give me instructions, “Okay, when I pull my dick out, I want you to clench your hole as tight as you can so you keep all of that piss and cum in you. I want you to squat down, not kneel, but squat and suck my dick until it’s hard again, got that?” I simply nodded, and he said, “Good bitch.” He pulled his meat from my anus and I contracted my hole as hard as I could. The discomfort was intense as it began to make me cramp a bit. I squatted in front of him and took his cock, still dotted with rivulets of pee, in my mouth and began sucking it. “Aw, come on, I already taught you this,” he said annoyed and grabbed the back of my head. Once again, he skull fucked, brutally using my mouth as if it were a pussy he was raping that he had no respect for or concern for leaving it in any kind of usable condition. I gagged causing my asshole to spasm open and propel some of the piss, and presumably toxic cum, out of my ass. “That’s it, faggot. That’s what I want. I want to see your choking clear that cunt out.” So he continued to assault my throat with his ever growing manhood, instigating my gag reflex and causing my newly seeded pussy to convulse and slowly but surely expel all of the piss and cum he had just forced into me. This went on for about 5 minutes until my ass was just making wet fart noises when I would gag. “Okay, it’s empty. Take a shower, faggot, and meet me in the bedroom.” He abruptly walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to shower and regroup my senses. I showered as quickly as I could, not wanting to anger him and anxious about what was coming next. I dried off and walked into the hallway, easily finding the master bedroom. He was on the bed, sunlight pouring through the window, shafts of light tossed across his furry muscular pecs, his tight trunk-like stomach, his dangerously powerful legs, and of course, his ten and a half inches of man at full mast. It was already glistening with lube as he stroked it. “Come over here and get on it, fuck boy.” Knowing that begging him for a reprieve would do no good, I climbed onto the bed without hesitation, straddled him, and pulled my ass up high enough to connect the end of his cock with my hole. I pushed out on my hole to open for him and began to sit down. Fuck! Would this ever get easier? (The answer to that is ‘with him, no’…he would disembowel me whenever he fucked me.) Loud guttural noises and high pitched whining poured from my mouth as I tried to sit down to the base. He brought the bottle of chemical up to my nose again, “Take a hit of poppers, cunt.” I inhaled deeply into both nostrils and felt my battered walls give in. Once I had him completely in me, he said, “Get yourself off. Ride that dick and beat your tiny meat until you cum again. Use my dick. I want you to fully realize that you used another man’s REAL cock to make yourself cum like a woman.” So I did. He just lied there, but I bucked up and down; I got up on my feet and gently used the whole length to caress my prostate; I took him deep, pressed firmly against my colon to make me whimper and jerk my boy-clit faster. It was humiliating, and yet, it felt SO good. The pain was exquisite and soon, ropes of cum were shooting all over his torso, my four-incher going almost immediately soft. “Lick it up,” he ordered and although I wasn’t crazy about the taste of my own cum, I hopped off his cock and lapped it up obediently in mere seconds. As soon as my cum was eaten off his stomach and chest, he got up and positioned himself behind me doggy style. He slammed the entire length into me in one stab, sending me into a bout of screaming and howling. His hands pulling on my waist kept my butt firmly planted against his hips, and he advised, “The poppers are right there. I think you should take a hit.” I hit the poppers hard and as soon as I had the cap back on, my asshole was railed with excruciating brutality. The poppers were turning the wreckage into pleasure, but I couldn’t catch my breath as my guts were repeatedly tossed aside to make room for the massive invasion of his cock. He rammed it in one final time and kept it there. I was trying to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my face when I felt the dull point of something against my ass. I didn’t realize what he was doing until I heard the familiar squeak of a marker. “Wait—“ I began. “You hold your position and don’t even think about saying or doing anything. Just shut the fuck up and stay on all fours like the breeding bitch you are.” He continued writing whatever it was he was writing on my ass. Mid-way through, he asked, “What’s your best friend’s name?” “Matt Bennet, why?” “Don’t you worry about it.” He had finished writing, and he pulled his cock from my hole about 3 inches, and then I heard the familiar shutter release of an iPhone taking a picture. I looked back over my shoulder. That fucker had gone through my stuff and gotten my phone while I was in the shower. “I know this is making you upset, but don’t think about doing anything about it. Just stay there,” he warned. He tapped away on my phone and I recognized the sound of a sent text message. He threw my phone on the bed in front of me so I could see what he had done. Staring me in the face was a text conversation between me and Matt with the last entry being from me saying, “Great Saturday! I’m finally taking big raw cock up my ass like I've always wanted to!” and a picture of my ass stuffed with my assailant's junk. On my tight white hairless ass - decorated with a few pink hand prints still – was written in black marker CUM DUMP. And a little lower on my right butt cheek was scrawled the word CUM with a little arrow pointing to the place on my crack where my hole would be. I was devastated. My best friend was going to get this picture. He would know that I was a worthless bottom bitch. I started to cry as the beast began to drill me again. He slowed his pace, wrote something else with the marker, snapped a picture, and went back to mercilessly pounding my cunt. He fucked me down on to my stomach, his entire body pressed to mine, crushing me with his weight. His legs and hips moved his cock into me at a different angle making me cry out in a new high-pitched shriek, but he just kept sawing into my hole. Once again, he changed positions, putting me on my side and scissoring my legs so that he was straddling my left leg and my right leg was on his shoulder. I didn’t believe he could get deeper, but this proved me wrong and I scrambled for the poppers, sniffing them for dear life as he plunged through my inner ring again and again, but this time managing to get further past it. The poppers helped but I was still clutching the sheets, biting into the pillow, screaming, and crying. That’s when my iPhone chirped. The top just chuckled as the plowing of my cunt continued and I reached for my phone. I swiped the icon across the screen and read the message from my best friend. “Dude, what the fuck? I always kinda’ knew that dick head Jordan Micelli was right when he would call you a fag! But with a dick that size in you, you’re a REAL faggot! You’re a sick-o. Leave me the fuck alone!” The phone was swiped out of my hand and he read the message. He mocked me, “Oh, what a shame. I guess being an anonymous fuck hole cum bucket isn’t going to get you a lot of friends. Just a lot of cum. And piss.” Violently, he flipped me onto my back, his dick never leaving my shitter. Once on my back, my legs on his shoulders, he methodically pumped into me, his balls banging against my ass like a bell tolling the coming of a great event. He grabbed by phone, clicked a few options, and turned it to face me, showing the second picture he took. The words that he added across the top of my ass were POZ FUCK HOLE. I whimpered and he threw the phone down on the bed and began to slam into me with new vigor, grunting and cursing. I looked down my body, taking so many things in: his toxic tattoo slapping against my ass rhythmically, his stomach muscles clenching as he drove another fucking home, my soft useless dick flopping around as I was used for the hole that I was mean to be, and his hard eyes looking directly into mine. “You want that poz cum?” “No, please, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Really think about it. If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t still be here. You want that release, and I want you to ask me for it. Beg me for my load.” “I can’t.” “You’re not getting it until you beg me for it, which means I just keep fucking you until you’ll never be able to hold a shit in again, hear me?” “Please. I just want a normal life.” He snorted, “Not after today. It’s not in the cards. You were never meant for a normal life. You barely have a dick and you crave submission to real men. A normal life isn’t for you. My toxic cum is for you and you want it. So just give in to it and beg me for it.” Something in me snapped. My body’s needs suddenly took over and although my brain was still saying “no,” my body was sick of having to be inhibited by it. My legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around him tightly, the heels of my feet digging into his muscular ass, pulling him into me and meeting every vicious thrust. “Yes! Give me your pox load! Give it to me. Fill me up with your toxic babies, make me carry you DNA with me forever. Please, I’m begging you for it. I need your poison in me, it’s worth it ‘cause it’s yours. I hand my hole over for you to deposit your dirty spunk into my worthless cunt. Please.” He taunted, “Maybe I’ll pull out and cum on the bed.” I panicked, wrapping my legs tighter and contracting my pussy walls to keep him from escaping. “No, please no…don’t waste it. Put it into me. Let it sit inside of me and do its job. Knock me up with your disease and then toss me aside like the worthless cock sleeve I am. Please, Sir, please, I need this. I need you. I need your poz seed!” That knocked him right over the edge and he groaned, “Here comes my jizz, you stupid cunt.” Once again, I felt the monster lodged in my bowels pulse, spraying my insides to overflowing with HIV ridden semen. I imagined his swimmers scattering to find every nook and crevice in my ass in search of a home to take root and fester. Once every drop was emptied into me, he pulled out with a sloppy plop, and immediately shoved a small butt plug into my stretched hole to keep the cum from spilling out. Checking his watch, he said, “A little after 4:30. Perfect. Time for you to go home.” As I slipped back on my jock and shorts I realized that at no point in time had this man ever kissed me. I really felt like a whore now. And as I picked up my torn shirt knowing that I would be heading home shirtless, I realized that I didn’t even know his name. Worse than that, he didn’t know mine. “I just realized, I don’t know your name.” “So?” he retorted. “Well, I mean, you just loaded my ass, I thought—“ “You need to stop thinking. You’re a set of holes. Got that? Why does a set of holes need to know my name?” I tried again, “Well, my name is—“ “Shut the fuck up. I don’t care what your name is … I don’t want to know it. You’re my possession now, my boy cunt.” “What?” He explained, “You father owns your ass now. Believe me, he owns it, but you’ll always be my boy, my fuck hole. Oh, you’ll be mad at me for a while, but soon you’ll start thinking about me and the moment when I poured my juice into you, changing you forever. Giving you my DNA, my baby, and you’ll feel lucky to have carried it full term. And you’ll want to be my fuck hole again, to feel the lack of identity, the lack of choices, the lack of distinction. Just one more fuck hole for me to knock up, but to you, I’ll always be the one who broke you.” What he was saying sunk in, and I wondered if he was right. Would I feel an instinctive urge to come back and be his fuck hole again and again? Did I really want to be a nameless poz cum dump, but was having trouble letting myself go for it all the way? I guess only time would tell. “Now go home,” he said. “Your father is waiting for you.” More to come…

So over the weekend stonyford rodeo total party place. I hooked up with guy that was not my type he was total redneck white trash and str8. After partying we were in my tent and I made a move and he was slurring I'm straight but didn't resist. I got his pants off and started sucking his cock he was musty and smelly neither of us had showered. He was getting verbal calling me a bitch and shoving his cock down my throat gagging me ( l love being gagged). He than pulled out of my mouth and told me to get on my hands and knees so he could fuck me. He spit on my hole and on his cock and just shoved it in. It hurts like hell but I was so into it. He was just fucking me deep and rough just trying to get off a total hate fuck. I was jerking my cock and I shot my load. He just kept going for about ten mins that fully slammed in and held his cock in my hole. I could feel him dumping his load in me. Than he pulled out got his pants on and left. The next day I saw he and he wouldn't look at me or act like he seen me before. But oh well it was a good fuck.

Last summer, I was short on time and money, so for vacation I bought day-passes to a nearby gay resort. Known for its high sexual energy, the place has a clothing optional, pool, patio and outdoor bar. To make the most of my time, I planned to squeeze in as much fun - and fucking as possible. This would mean not being as picky, or indecisive, or cautious as I usually am. I arrived at the inn early and chose a lounge chair in a sunny spot by the pool. I kept on my t-shirt and baggy shorts and settled down with a book. As guys showed up I would sneak occasional glances as they stripped down to their swimsuits and oiled up. Within two hours the place was packed. An older pair of black muscle daddies took the two chairs on my right. One of them stared right at me as they both completely undressed, then quickly donned matching red Speedos. Their cocks were two of the biggest that I’d ever seen. I was glad that I had peeked. I mentally put them on my “yes I would” list, but since they were a couple I didn’t hold much hope. They introduced themselves as Max and Troy, but soon put on earphones to listen to music. A group of six friends, three bears, two cubs and an otter took over most of the remaining empty lounges to the left and behind me. They were loud and friendly, greeting me, Max and Troy, and everyone else that looked their way. There were too many to keep track of, and their personal interactions made it difficult to determine if any were couples. The biggest and oldest bear had extensive tattoos on his arms and was wearing a pair of white boxers. They all joked how he had lost his swimsuit in some trick’s room the day before. The otter and the other bears wore baggy swim-trunks. One of the cubs wore pale blue Speedos and had a huge package. The other cub got completely naked and had a beautiful, furry bubble-butt. They both were mentally added to my to-do list. After settling in, they continued joking and laughing. At least one of them always seemed to be talking. They were quiet only one moment: when I stood up and removed my shirt and shorts. I’m hairy and a little on the short side, but I work out, so I’m what you’d call a fit cub. I was wearing a black, mesh thong that left nothing to the imagination. I guess they liked what they saw, because I heard one of them grunt “Woof.” Max also noticed and I saw him motion to Troy so that he could check me out too. Like I said, I needed to make the most of a short vacation. The otter, who sat to my left, seemed to be the leader. He was cute with wavy brown hair and fine blonde hairs all over his body. He was also the funniest. I was trying not to listen, but after one particularly funny remark, he caught me laughing at his joke. He gave me a little wink and flashed a big smile that moved him to the top of my “yes I would” list. He extended his hand and introduced himself as Peter. We chatted a few minutes and he offered to buy me a drink. We spoke for quite a while at the bar. He was overly sure of himself and pushier than I usually like, but he was easy to talk to and we had some common interests. Before finishing our second drinks, he brought up the subject of sex. We seemed a good match. (He: total top. Me: versatile bottom.) Both of us hated condoms and both of us had last tested negative. He suggested that I join him and his friends for dinner and dancing later that night. I accepted, sure that the evening would lead to something more. When we returned to the pool, the naked cub with the beautiful butt was sitting and chatting with Max and Troy. The rest of Peter’s friends were in the pool. Judging by all the discarded swimsuits, they were skinny dipping. Peter and I stripped naked and joined them. They were standing in shallow water that came up to my nipples. It was hard to see under the surface, but I suspected some of them were jerking off. Peter introduced me and space was made for us to join the circle. But instead of shaking my hand - their hands were all over me; squeezing my butt, pinching my nipples and tugging my cock and balls. Peter pulled me close and French kissed me. Someone else slid a finger up my asshole and worked it around roughly. When I squirmed Peter said, “Just go with it babe. Don’t make a scene,” and stuck his tongue further down my throat. “All lubed and ready now boys,” someone said behind me and removed his finger. “Let’s break this cub in.” I was a little scared, but my dick was rock hard, so I didn’t protest, especially as Peter’s kissing muffled my cry as somebody jammed his giant cock up my hole. Luckily, he held it there a moment while my ass got used to the intrusion. What had started as pain quickly turned to pleasure and my whole body relaxed as the cock slowly moved back and forth in my ass. “You like that dirty dick fucking your butt?” Peter asked. “Oh, yeah,” I managed to say. Dirty? “Good. We’ve got lots more if you’re up for it.” “Yes please.” I said more turned on than I’d ever been. I was a little nervous having sex in public. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but all eyes were distracted elsewhere. I followed their gazes. Max and Troy were spit roasting the naked cub out in the open for all to see. “I’m getting close,” a voice said behind me. “Breed him,” Peter said. The voice behind me softly moaned as the dick in my ass pumped and unloaded deeply. “That’s one,” Peter said “Next.” The spent cock slowly pulled out and another took its place. Peter worked my nips and between kissing, he talked dirty to me, almost whispering. “Fucking slut, I knew you were a dirty cum whore the second I saw you. You like taking dirty cocks, don’t you? Gonna get you all charged up before the night is done.” The cock in my ass fucked faster and faster as Peter’s talk got nastier. Without losing pace, I felt the dick spasm in my ass and heard muffled grunts in my ear. “That’s two,” Peter said. The dick in my ass softened a bit, but maintained its size. “Milk that dirty dick,” Peter told me. “Milk every fucking drop.” I squeezed my ass muscles and massaged the cock until it pulled out. Peter asked “Who’s next?” From behind, a pair of tattooed arms wrapped tightly across my chest and lifted me several inches off the pool floor. Peter reached underwater and guided the big bear’s average-size, but rock hard cock into my cum-lubed hole. Peter kissed me some more, sandwiching me tightly between their naked bodies. They both talked dirty in my ears as the big bear fucked me slowly. The cub with the big package moved in to help hold me up and rubbed his impressive cock against my leg asking “You like that Daddy-dick fucking your ass?” “Oh yes.” “You ready to receive Daddy’s gift?” “Yes please.” “Yes please… what?” He fucked faster. “Yes please Daddy, please give me your gift.” The big bear made no attempt to be quiet. He grunted and growled with each spurt of cum shot in my ass. A few curious heads turned our way, but a moment later their attention was lost as Max cried out loudly and shot his load up the naked cub’s bubble-butt. The crowd of horny men cheered and applauded. Max pulled out and high-fived a couple guys, but the show wasn’t over. The cub turned around and offered his ass to Troy. “Squeeze tight,” Daddy told me. “Don’t lose a drop.” His cock fell out as they slowly lowered me down. “Next,” Peter said. “I’m going to enjoy this,” the cub with the big package said as he positioned himself behind me. By now I was loose enough and lubed enough to take most any cock, but as the cub’s dickhead push against my hole there was resistance. A few hard pushes and the head entered with a pop that made me cry out. Peter smiled an evil grin asking, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” “Oh…” was all I managed as the fat dick inched its way in. Then, “It’s too big, too big,” I said when I thought I couldn’t take anymore. Dizzy from the pleasure, I almost missed it when Troy came in the naked cub’s ass and the crowd again cheered in approval. “I’m only half in,” the cub said. “Keep going,” Peter instructed. I can honestly say I was grateful the cub had been slowly withdrawing from my ass, and I expected to be relived when he popped-out, but instead he pushed back in again. Then almost out again and back in. Out and back, each time going just a little deeper, each time stretching my innards a bit more. After a few minutes I felt the cub pressing up against my back. “I’m balls deep,” he said. “Go for it,” Peter said. The cub began thrusting harder, but now he didn’t pull out much at all, just an inch or two. I leaned on Peter to brace myself against the increasing force. The cub fucked faster, but deep in my guts. A wave of pain and intense pleasure filled and warmed my body. I couldn’t keep from crying out and the crowd around the pool was now watching me. “I told you not to make a scene,” Peter said. “Now everybody’s going to see you take your fourth poz load.” I looked him in the eyes, but couldn’t say anything as grunts of pleasure escaped my mouth. “That’s right slut. You never did ask them their status. Nothing I like better than watching poz peckers breeding neg hole.” “I’m gonna cum,” the cub shouted. The crowd started chanting, “Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!” “You gonna take that dirty load?” Peter asked. “Yes!” I almost screamed. “Give me that dirty fucking load!” The crowd was stunned silent. The cub bucked and thrashed in the water as he filled my ass deep, loudly grunting with each pulse of his cock. He must have shot ten times. The crowd began to cheer and applaud before he had stopped shooting. He left his enormous cock inside me as he caught his breath. The crowd broke up and moved along. The cub that had taken Max and Troy’s loads got an oversized butt-plug out of his bag and threw it to Peter. Peter held it in front of me and said, “You wouldn’t want to lose a drop now.” “No,” I said, “I wouldn’t.” and “Thank you.” The cub pulled his giant cock slowly out of my ass. I felt empty for just a second then Peter slid the butt-plug inside me and I was full again. Peter kissed me softly. “Thank you,” I said, “For everything.”

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!

What can I say? I'm a bookstore whore and love going to the booths to get bred. I've been going since I was 25, so I guess it's been about five years of taking anonymous cock. I'm a 30 year old white guy with red hair, 5' 10" and 175 pounds. I work out five times a week so I'm in pretty good shape. I love cock up my ass, especially taking it bare with a group of guys. I go to a bookstore called Not Too Naughty, but I go because I can be very naughty there. The arcade in the back of the store is kept very dark and almost all the booths have glory holes. I've been fucked in the booths, fucked through the glory holes and even fucked in the hall. One of the best things about NTN is that the clerks leave you alone in the arcade, so pretty much anything goes. I went there last week on a Wednesday morning just after they opened at 10:00, and stood in a small alcove which contains the emergency exit. The alcove is also perfect 'cause from there I can see into the main store through a window which contains one-way glass, so it's a good place to scope out the guys coming into the store. On this particular morning I was wearing cargo shorts and a tank top and sandals. Nothing else. I paid the entrance fee, and headed to the alcove, got my bottle of lube out, took off my pants, then lubed my cunt. I was so horny to get fucked. I thought I was the only one back there since I was so early but as I fingered the lube in to my hole I sensed some movement behind me. I put both hands on the wall in front of me and pushed my bubble butt out a little. I soon felt a hand start to caress my ass. I let the guy massage my ass for a while then reached back to feel his cock. He had already pulled it out of his pants, so I found myself massaging a nice six incher. I stroked him for a short length of time, and then started rubbing the tip of his cock on to my lubed hole. I still hadn't seen him but I was so completely determined that I was going to be a total whore that day that I didn't care what he looked like. He grabbed my hips and pushed his bare dick slowly in to my cunt. Before I knew it he was thrusting fast and grunting. "Yeah, fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he replied, and before I knew it he pushed deep inside me and I felt his throbbing cock dump his load into my ass. Then, without a word, he withdrew his cock, zipped up and walked past me on the way out of the store. He turned out to be a guy in his 40's, just an average guy, but a hot fucker. Now I was totally horned up. I took my shirt off so I was completely naked and stashed all my clothes and sandals in a booth. I went back to the alcove to see if anyone was coming, all the time cum leaking out of my used hole and dripping down my leg. I didn't have to wait long. Soon a young Latin guy was at the front getting tokens. He was very hot, about 6 feet tall and 180 pounds, nice and thin. He was wearing a tee and basketball shorts and as he walked towards the arcade I could tell he was commando. I thought about going in to a booth but decided if he was going to fuck me I find out sooner rather than later, so I stood in the alcove naked, but as it was somewhat dark, I knew if I stayed deep in the alcove he'd never see me, so I stood where there was a little light, and stroked my seven inch cock. As he came past he slowed down, checked me out, and then stood in the hall directly across from me and pulled out his cock. It was gorgeous, a thick seven inches surrounded by a nice patch of black hair. I walked over to him, dropped to my knees, then sucked away. It was so tasty! I pulled his shorts down to his ankles as I sucked and then he kicked them off. I sucked and grabbed his ass, sliding a finger in to has ass. I fingered him as I sucked him then turned him around and slipped my tongue in to his sweet hole. He had the smoothest ass and a tight hole. I could have stayed like that for hours but I finally turned him around and sucked his hard cock, getting it nice and when he was nice and wet, I looked up at him and asked "Do you wanna fuck me?" "Hell yeah," he replied. Without another word I went back to where the first guy had fucked me, my hands braced on the wall. I wanted to be able to see if anyone came. He got behind me then slid his cock in my cum-lubed hole and commented "Wow, you're wet dude, something tells me this won't be your first load today." I laughed and replied "Fuck away, guy!" He pounded away for several minutes, and we could easily have finished in that position, but on a whim I decided I wanted him to fuck me on the floor. I had done it once before at this arcade and it was hot. When I told him I wanted it on my back he agreed, pulled out, and then slid back in to me after I had gotten down on the floor. So I was getting fucked bareback on the floor of an adult bookstore arcade! He leaned down and started making out with me when I heard the door to the arcade open. We were mostly in the alcove but the Latin guy's feet were in the main hall so it was obvious to anyone coming in that there were guys fucking. I moaned, "Fuck me, man, fuck my hole with your big cock." The guy who had come in was now standing against the wall watching us. He was a blond guy, probably late twenties, about 5' 8", 170 pounds, a little thick but built. He had on a tee and jeans and he was rubbing his cock through the denim. I told the Latin guy that we had an audience and he kept pounding my hole, his balls slapping up against my ass. Suddenly, he pulled out, got up and sat on my face, making me eat his ass while the blond guy watched. He pulled his shirt off so we were both naked then the motioned for the blond guy over. He sucked the blond guy while I ate his ass. "Okay," the Latin guy said, addressing the blond guy, "I got you nice and hard, now fuck him." The Latin guy sat on my chest while facing the blond guy, and shoved his ass on my face, and then he lifted-up my legs, and held them upright, which exposed my used hole. Soon I felt the blond guy's cock sliding in. I managed to reach down and felt the cock was bare. "'Sweet," I thought, "I've got another one in me." The two of them were making out while I rimmed the Latin guy and got fucked by the blond. The Latin whispered something in the blond's ear then got off my face. He went to the back hallway and told us to get back there with him. The blond guy pulled out of me then helped me off the floor. We went to the back and the Latin guy was on the floor stroking his cock and ordered me "Sit on me bitch." Wow, I had to have his cock in me again so I went over and squatted on his cock, lowering myself all the way on to him. The blond guy stepped over us and went in to a booth and stripped completely naked. Now we were all naked. The light from the booth filled the hall. He went behind me and slid a finger in my cunt next to the Latin guy's dick. Then I felt his tongue flicking my hole. It was awesome getting fucked and rimmed at the same time. "Do it," said the Latin guy. That's when I felt the pressure of another body on me, the blond guy pushing his cock in to me. "That's it," said the Latin guy. "Push it in to him. He's a fucking cunt and wants us to use him, don't you bitch?" "Fuck, yeah! I need cock in me." The blonde guy kept pushing then I felt his cock pop in to me. Two guys bareback DPing me right there on the floor of the arcade. I never felt like such a whore. I was in heaven. Then we heard the door to the arcade open. Someone else was coming. I thought the blond guy was going to pull out and go back to his booth but the Latin guy told him to keep fucking until he came. I sensed the third guy there, watching me take two cocks. Both of the guys were piston fucking me so I knew I was soon to get flooded with cum. The third guy was now jerking off over me. The blond guy came first, pounding hard until his shot his jizz deep inside my ass, as his sweat dripping on my back. The Latin guy kept fucking me and I could feel the cum being fucked out of me. Then I felt a hot wet splash on my face. The third guy had cum and pointed it right at my face. The Latin guy told me to get up. He made me go in to the main hallway where it was light. We were both naked and he pushed me up against the wall, fucking my hole hard until he came inside me, holding his cock in me for a couple minutes before he got soft and fell out of me. "What a slut," he commented. "Yeah, this was definitely your lucky day," I laughed. Before retrieving his clothing, he made me get on my knees and lick his cock clean. When he was dressed he thanked me, casually remarking as he left "Hope to catch you again sometime." The third guy had left but the blond guy had just gotten dressed. He walked up to me and planted a big kiss on me. "I want to fuck you again," he said. I thought he meant another time but he turned me around, fingered my ass, pulled-out his cock, and fucked me right against the wall. I jerked off and just as he came I shot a huge load on the wall. My ass clenched as I came and he told me he had never felt anything as good as my tight hole. He left and I grabbed my clothing, cleaned-up and dressed in the bathroom, happy to leave with a cum-filled cunt.

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.

Top three is difficult to narrow down. I would give an A+ to Max, Ty, Adam, Tony, and Jake (with the rest not far behind). They all pounded me relentlessly and left me feeling exhausted and used like the cum slut I am.

What a great cliff hanger! Love it.

Hi Looking for someone who would like to pimp me out. Take me to parks,saunas,sex clubs and find tops to fill me up with spunk. Also can do at my place (West London).Can be anon and/or tied up and made to take all loads.

After my one and only relationship I did fell for another guy. And he turned me down. After that I didn't let anyone in my life anymore out of fear of being hurt again. Like Tiger I do have a fear of growing old alone as well. But there needs to be more than that to enter a relationship again. I am not sure I am capable of loving someone that much I want to share my life with him, buy a house together etc. Besides that my situation has changed so much in the past few years. I lost my very well paying job, had to sell my apartment and move back to the place where I was born. And rapidly going through my savings. Can't get a job here either (companies don't hire even >45 anymore unless you have very specific skills). Hardly know anyone here. There is some family but I don't have good friends here. There are no gay bars or places to meet anyone. The guys online who are near are mostly much younger than me. What do I have to offer? IF (and IF) I would meet someone again I would have to move in with him and that is something I promised myself I would never do again. I don't want to end up again with nothing should the relationship go wrong. I probably made up my mind I am better off staying single. Even with the fear and risk of growing old alone. There are the random hookups (although not as much I would like). When guys who are very much younger than me contact me online I ususally think they are looking for a Sugar Daddy. Well, daddy is not that sugar anymore. On the other hand, like cam1972 said, the idea of ending up in my 70s still looking at porn online is also not a very appealing idea. So, I don't know. I would settle for some good friends close by for now and take it from there.

This is why I said "I'm not saying there haven't been successful open relationships ever." I'm just saying for myself, I don't think I could do it. .Congrats on your relationship and marriage. He's a lucky man.

Sure! I lived with a guy I met on Bear 411. We did not have sex while I lived there. I just felt that it'd cause less drama. After I moved out, so much sex!

I'm not good at hook ups. I do them, but most times feel more lonely after the sex than I did before. I've looked for relationships in the past. But.... After too many flakes and disappointments, I am not necessarily looking for it. Because I'm having serious doubts that anyone truly wants it. I've heard too many times "I don't want just sex. I want a relationship" but they always stick around long enough to get sex out of me then disappear. I am kind of along the same lines of NLbear.. Not sure I'm relationship material anymore. But for a different reason. I think I'm too jaded. But I'd sure as hell love to give it a try again. But... I'm not looking for the next relationship. If I am looking at all... It's for THE relationship. The ultimate. Romance and all.

I am not sure. I think I am a romantic guy (I love romcoms) but I am not sure if I am the type for romance. I have been in a relationship only once and we parted ways after five years when I was 32. When we started living together he wanted me to stop working and stay at home to take care of the house. My career just started and was developing. So what's to take care of the house for? We had a cleaner. Plus I wanted to be independant financially and work. Our sex life was not really exciting. After one year of living together I realized this wasn't going anywhere. I have been single ever since. I left with nothing as all the stuff in the house was his (he had a lot more money than I had, being a doctor and I disposed of all the stuff I had as a student). I promised myself this would never happen to me again. Found a new place to live and started all over. But I liked being to able to do whatever I wanted to do whenever I wanted to do it. On the other hand I missed a buddy, companion, soulmate. After 22 years of being single and even liking being alone I again sometimes miss that partner but I wonder if I will even get used to having someone around me all the time? After being used to living alone for so long, can I still compromise? I am not sure I am great marriage material anymore. I am not sure I want to have someone in the house I need to consider, I am not sure I am capable of loving someone you want to share the rest of your life with. Basically I am not sure of anything. I just live my live as it is. It would be great to find someone who shares the same views or insecurities, but I am not counting on it anymore.

pussyboy---read the end again. It says that Alex got up and UNLOCKED the door. LOL

For those not familiar with Palm Springs, I have to say it is def much more a weekend destination- Fri thru Sunday the gay resorts are full,and active. During the week tho, the guest houses can be very sparse--the various resorts do have special events during the week, but as a rule there is only 1 "hot" resort on any given weekday, so I have taken to staying at a Motel 6 right in the heart of the gay area during the week for about 1/4 the price of any room at the gay places, then moving to the gay places for the weekend

Fucken hot dude.... Can't wait for the next instalment

Found myself in some strange bedroom - lights off, piles of clothes everywhere - under some fat black guy, my legs in air, getting plugged, thinking, "How'd I get here? I don't even know this guy's name." Then I remembered: I answered a craigslist ad, google mapped address he gave me, locked my wallet in my car, took just my car keys ... rang doorbell wearin nothin but briefs ... which I peeled off the second I got in the door. THAT'S how I got here! LOL. When he was done inside me, I did a little ass-to-mouth to be polite (and to drive home the fact that I'm a whore, in case he didn't get that already). It turned into a full-fledged blowjob. I had to HUNT for my briefs in his living room, which was a mess, trying not to fart cum as I bent over. Had T-shirt, shorts in car ... so I could stop by bookstore on way home, give a couple of blowjobs. Oh, before I left house, fat stinky black guy asked if I'd like to come back, take care of him and a ghetto buddy or two. I said yes, made sure he had my number in his phone.

I had an incredible 36 hours of cum-filled excess in Phoenix over the weekend. I’m in town to buy a new house and relocate after ending a five year relationship, but don’t feel sorry for me, because if this trip is any indication, it was a change that was long overdue. 1: Still being on east coast time, I woke up on Saturday morning at 4:30 and decided to drive around Phoenix just to see how things had changed since I used to live here. As soon as I get in to my car, I get a Facebook message from an old friend who says he notices that I'm in town. Evidently FB messenger lists your location even if you haven't posted anything. We start talking and I ask him if he’s up so late/early is because he’s been partying. He says yes and that he’s now a dealer too. Of course, I rushed right over. I haven't partied in about five years, so we'll, you know, I was quite a lightweight. He and I chat about old times as I start to get my buzz on. I start rubbing my cock through my jeans by reflex and I look up and see that he has porn on. He’s about 50 years old, 300 pounds, and a white bottom but he's got a decent, thick 7 inch cock. We sort of fooled around once a decade ago, but upon realizing we were both bottoms it never went anywhere. Well, maybe he was really horny or since he’d been obviously slamming by the look of his arm, we end up in his bed and he rammed his bare cock in to my unprepared hole in a quick thrust. 30 minutes later he filled me up with a big gooey load of spunk. 2: I’d noticed a cute, 25 year old, short construction worker type sitting on my friends couch when I’d come in. He was sleeping but clutching a fancy water pipe and straight porn had been playing on the tv. My friend said the guy was “straight” but made air-quotes while saying it. I walk out of my buddies bedroom to get some water and straight guy is wanking a nice 8 incher and looking real dazed. I say hi and he says it sounds like I was having some fun without looking up from the TV. I glance back at my buddies room and he gives me a go for it look. I walk over to construction worker guy, grab his cock, jerk it for a minute then start to give him head. He’s not super hard at first and doesn't look away from the TV. Eventually, he’s hard as a rock, bends me over the back of the couch and slides it right in. He never looses eye contact with the screen where some blond chick is getting anal from a roomful of dudes. He’s got a jackhammer kind of rhythm and shoots his load after about 15 minutes. He never says a word and just goes back to the couch to smoke and watch porn. 3: My buddy gives me some party supplies, a bottle of lube, and an almost empty bottle of poppers as I'm leaving. At this point, it’s around 9:00 AM and I head back to my hotel. I put the first of many ads on Craig's List advertising an anon hookup with a bareback hotel bottom. The add includes the truth about my age and weight (45 y/o & 235 pounds) and also has a pic of a huge black cock plunging in to my ass that some dude had sent me a copy of years ago. I start to get the usual volley of emails, most of which don’t amount to much until guy #3 actually shows up. It’s the kind of hotel with electronic security, so I have to go downstairs to meet him. He’s early 30’s, scruffy beard in a hip kind of way, white, straight looking guy. He gets out of a contactor’s truck. We go upstairs and he drops his drawers showing a hard 7 ½ incher. I start sucking him and notice his wedding ring. After about 10 min, I assume the position on the bed. He hesitates and says he just wants a bj. I told him the ad was pretty specific about what I wanted. He says he’s never fucked a guy before and do I have a rubber. I told him again that my ad was pretty specific about what I was expecting. I put my head in the pillow and just wait and figure if he leaves that’s fine. After a pause, I feel his cock head ram quickly in to my ass in a way that shows he really never has done it before. He makes an inrush sound and mumbles something about “having no idea.” No more than a dozen tentative thrusts and he groans like a moose in heat and I feel his cock swell as he pumps in load number 3. By the time I look up, he’s out the door. 4: Around noon, guy number 4 comes over. I meet him downstairs and we ride up in the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closes, he kisses me. He’s a good kisser but I kind of freak out since there are cameras everywhere in this hotel. So, this one is obviously a gay guy (not by looks, but by the fact he wants to kiss, talk, etc). He’s about 40, solid build, and a thick seven incher. His pants fall to the floor as we get in to the room and I suck his cock. He is evidently close very quickly since he picks me up, throws me on bed and doggy’s me for all of 6 strokes before cumming. Afterwards he tries working in my cock, but I've got Tina dick and don't really like the focus to be anything but my ass anyway. He seems perturbed that I’m tweeking and gives me a little bit of a speech about drugs and unsafe sex before he goes. 5: An hour later number 5 comes over. He’s remarkably similar to number 3, but younger and also with a wedding ring. His cock is about 7, beautiful, but not much girth. I grab some lube and rub it on my ass while I'm on my knees blowing him. He notices and asks me what that was for. He’s a really nice guy so that when he doesn't show any sign of wanting to fuck, I finish him off by blowing him. I do think I freaked him out a little when I spit his considerable load in to my hand, rubbed it on my ass, and pushed as much in as I could. 6: Around three in the afternoon, a 50 something straight guy with an electric company truck and work clothes stopped by. He said he hasn't done this in years but that his wife doesn't give head. He pulls out a 4 incher which goes, hard, soft, hard, and ultimately soft. After about 30 minutes of trying, we both kind of give up and says he’d like to come back some time (he actually did email me days later but I begged off). 7: At 4 PM, a 34yo black guy who says he needs to be discreet comes by with a thick 8 incher and a very tight metal cock ring. He’s “ready to release a load with another guy” and he does, right in to my willing ass. He asks me to drive him home, but I tell him that I don't drive when I’m spun. He walks home in the Phoenix heat as I enjoy his hot load up my ass. 8: So, my ad is very honest about my age, weight, height, etc. The ad also says that I don’t care about the dudes stats, race, looks, age…it’s all about the dick. Guy number eight is getting off a 12 hour shift somewhere and simply replies to add “where?” and doesn't ask anything about me. I'm waiting outside when he pulls up and he walks around the building twice after seeing me. Finally he texts and I tell him that he’s at the right place and that I'm the guy. We go up in the elevator and I catch him really looking at my ample body in a not so happy way. We get up to the room and he immediately turns off every light there is. I know I'm not Justin Bieber or all that hot any more so I'm not offended. Guy #8 is a hot looking early twenties Hispanic guy with lots of tattoos. I drop to my knees and pull out a huge, soft, uncut cock. I can just hear his thoughts as he’s trying to imagine I’m as hot as he is. He’s disappointed in my comparable hotness level but he’s horny and he’s here. I suck his impressive meat in the dark until it’s pointing straight up like a compass pointing north. I jump up on the bed and assume the position just as he says “I only play safe.” I tell him I don't do condoms and I think that I'm ok with him leaving anyway since its so obvious I'm so not his type. I crawl up the bed to grab my iPad which had just dinged with a new email when he sighs and says “got porn?” I say yep and put on a bb clip of a Hispanic dude fucking a twink. I lean over the bed again and just wait. I'm glad he stayed. He is an incredible fuck. He pumped fast, then as he got close just stopped. I could feel his cock pulsing with his heartbeat as he alternated between perfect strokes and desperate rests to keep from cumming. The fact that he didn't actually like me was a weird turn-on. He started calling me a “dirty cumdump faggot”, slapping my ass, and at one point after touching my Tina dick, he asked if I wanted his cum in “my nasty old tweaked hole?” He shot one of those loads that was so strong, I felt the pulsing flood all the way from my ass to my eyeballs. He dressed in 30 seconds and was out the door. The next guy that I had lined up said he only wanted 100% anon and didn't like that I was at a hotel where I had to come let him in. He said he pictured his cumdump’s face a certain way and didn't want it ruined by actually seeing it. I agree that one of the best parts of a cumdump evening is waiting there ass in the air for the unknown cocks to use me. I decided to move my operation down to a cheap motel 6 about 10 miles away. 9: I get to the Motel 6 around 8pm and checked in. I update my Craigslist ad with the new location and I log in to BBRT to place a party ad. On the BBRT site, there is already an ad for a cumdump at the very same motel! I sit there thinking that it would not be good sportsmanship to post an ad that competed so directly with a fellow cumdump. Besides he was probably hotter than me and I kind of assumed he’d be territorial. On a lark, I emailed him to tell him I was in same motel with same idea but wouldn't place my ad. Surprise, he emailed me back and said that he was actually not feeling well haven taken a viagra on a empty stomach. He said I should go for it and then proceeded to send me the handles of 5 or 6 tops who usually come fill him up. I placed my add and the fellow cumdump and I continued to exchange messages. After about an hour he says he’s feeling better so why don't I come and smoke with him. I walk over to his room and he’s got quite the setup. He’s a hot Hispanic dude about 45 and he's got a very hard 7 inch cock. He’s wearing a harness and a jock strap. We smoke a little and start to talk about the cumdump lifestyle or whatever you call it. It’s fucking hot, this dude is 100% in to everything I am. Really! We talk about how straight and black guys just want to fuck an anonymous hole. He tells me about the best times and motels in Phoenix for anonymous sessions. We talk about the best wording for cumdump ads, how to not draw undue attention in the motel, about how both get off on being video recorded. He reassures me that my being a little heavy is no concern to the anon tops who “just want hole and don't want to even see your face.” We’re both so turned on by the conversation that he orders me to assume the position on his bed and rams his cock right in me with one forceful jam. When I protest he tells me loves it when it hurts and that as a cumdump I should too. For a fellow bottom, he does know how to fuck. It doesn't last long, but before he cums he asks me “you sure you don't mind a charged load?” I answer with my hips instead of my mouth and he pours a witches brew of god knows what in to my willing ass. 10: I head back over to my room to meet the next guy. He was a 25 yo black dude from Ohio who was staying at a hotel across town with some other guys..sad it was some kind of work thing. He was 160 pounds and promised a 9 inch dick which he delivered. I sucked him hard. It was a long, but just average girthed cock. As he fit it in, he said “there won't be any poop on it will here?” I said no, but was thinking, no shit but plenty of other dudes jizz up there. Despite all my previous fucks that day, I had a hard time taking him. He was ramming hard and seemed to be hitting some vital organ inside me. I grinned and bared it as he pumped his first load in me with barely a sound. He washed himself off with my towel and I stayed in doggy position as I usually do until the dude leaves. He surprised me by coming back to the bed and going for round 2. He fucked me a good 20 minutes and again silently added to my collection of cum. After he left, I noticed that the towel he used had just a pale hint of blood on it. I guess he was hitting something important in there. 11: At 1:30am, I received this message “love to fuck a wet slippery hole, I ready right now, 42 6 feet 3 245 ddf and hiv-“. He was a white dude who also included a nice cock shot. He doggy fucked me but the angle was bad, or his dick was small, or I was opened up too much after my last fuck and he kept falling out. He gave it a good try and I kept trying to adjust myself to the optimal contortion and he finally popped one off. I caught a quick view of his face as he was leaving and he was one handsome dude. 12: Around 2:30 AM I got this message “Can I come over?? Would love to walk in and see you get fucked and I wait my turn. 26 Latino 230 cub here's cock pic.” It was a nice thick looking uncut dick. I was in the position when he came in to the room and he went straight in to fucking. Despite all the earlier ax, I could feel e girth of that thing and it was rock hard. After about 15 min he made an unmanly sounding whimper and stopped fucking mid-stroke. It was probably just a few seconds, then his thick cock seemed to swell to twice its size and I felt pulse after pulse of very hot cum. After he pulled out I quickly swiveled around to clean up his cock. I love how the mixed jizz of all those dudes was trapped inside his foreskin. I sucked it as long as he could take post orgasm without ever looking at his face. 13: I headed back over to the friendly cumdump’s room. He was feeling better and was going to opening up for service soon. We smoke a little of his superior product and talked more about being a cumdump. I loved that his so damned proud of it. Even his friends know about what he does and will and him random dudes that they come across. It was so cool hanging out with someone who gets off on the exact same things I do. We talked about taking any dick from any dude and I told him how I prefer ugly dudes over hot ones since they make me feel more humlilated/turned on. We then jerked off while watching videos of each other servicing dudes that we both had on our iPads.. So,at a out 4:00, a dude that had no-showed earlier said he was outside my door and was pissed that I didn't answer. I ran back over to my room and assumed the position. The email he’d sent earlier said “BBC 37 6'1 230 8.5-9cut.” He comes n the room, drops his shorts, and drags me off the bed to suck him off while he sat in a chair. His dick was 9” like the earlier bbc, but was super thick. I sobered up and down on us cock and he watched my every move, grabbing my hand when I touched myself and yelling at me to pay attention to my work. Eventually, he tells me to go back to the bed and slowly inserts his bbc n to my wanting ass. He only fucks for a few minutes then stops and tells me I'm enjoying it too much. He goes back to the chair and I finish him off with a bj, the whole time, arching my ass up hoping he'd go back to what I really wanted. No dice. He held my head down and shot a bitter tasting mouthful of jizz. I wanted it in my ass, so I waited for hm to leave before I spat it in my hand and got as much up my ass as I could. 14: I was getting pretty tired and was really spun at this point, when an old fuckbuddy with a real beer can sized dick (the thickest dick I’ve ever had in my life….hell I still fantasize about that monster and I haven't seen him in 10 years). I tried putting him off because I kind of wanted to see him under fresher circumstances. I could have a thing for this guy if he was the relationship type. Anyhow, he kept at it and I told him which room number. He came over but he’d been partying even harder than I had and his gorgeous beer can dick, although teasingly thick and long just hung there. He did get it up a few times, but couldn't get it in to my surprisingly still tight ass. I fucking wanted it, but it wasn't to be. I told him I had one last guy coming over at 7:00am and needs to close my eyes for a few minutes before he got there. Well, my beer can buddy is also a renowned rimmer. While I dozed in and out for the next 90 minutes, he ate out load after lad f those other guys come from my ass. 15: I was still getting rimmed when the hottest guy of the night walked in. His profile name was “jock” something or another. He was ripped, young, hung, and obviously slumming with this cumdump. He’d contacted me early the night before and specifically asked for a 7:00am appointment. I'm not sure why, but I imagine him being out with some equally hot safe sex dude and knowing that he’ll want to fuck a bare ass once on his way home from his hot but sheathed encounter. I imagine that he knows that a cumdump is the best fuck even if he would never date one. My beer can rimming buddy jumped off my ass and on to jock boys cock immediately. Once jock boy was hard, he fucked me for about 10 minutes while huffing on my pipe. A part of me thought this guy was the hottest piece of meat ever but I wasn't going to acknowledge it like the whole world probably does. I took his perfect sized, perfectly shaped, perfectly coifed cock up my ass the same way I’d taken homeless grandpas dicks before. I'm just a hole for anyone to use. 16: I checked out of the hotel and since I was still horny, I went to the closest adult bookstore. It is now Sunday morning about 9:00 AM. Was hoping to catch the church crowd, if there is such a thing. The theatre was empty so I went to a preview room and watched a straight interracial gang bang movie. I tried the doors of the other rooms, and one f them was open. It was an 50 year old accountant looking married guy watching Asian chicks. He didn't protest so I entered his room and felt his hard but small cock through his shorts. He just sat there, didn't even unzip to give me access. He didn't acknowledge me at all or help me to help him. I had to unzip his shorts, lift him enough to get them to the ground and then repeat the whole thing with his tighty whities. I spent an hour on his hard little dick and boy did he have control. It wasn't until his movie was ending that he finally looked at me with a far away look and silently choked me with a gallon of semen. It came as such a surprise that I coughed, swallowed, and didn't get to keep any for my waiting ass. 17: I go back to my room and eventually hear the accountant leave and another person enter the screening area. It is actually two guys and they are speaking Spanish. I can hear the movie and I'm confused about two Mexicans watching porn together but eventually get enough courage to try their door. It is locked. I rattle it a little and go back to my room. 10 min later I head out to try the rooms again and it is open. They are two Hispanic dudes in their 20’s. One is heavy, one is thin. They’re both short and have their uncut dicks out. They both seem to have the classic 6 inches. One of them motions me in and over to him. The two of them say something in Spanish then one points to his buddies dick and asks me in English if he ”can go to my room and watch my movie while I do that?” I guess they are straightish or embarrassed but they are definitely here for what I am offering. I start sucking the tall guy alone in the room and I do it slowly since he looks like he’s very excited. After a few minutes, he kind of tugs at my shorts and says something in Spanish. I’m not sure what he said but I pull my shorts down and he immediately is groping my cummy, well fucked ass. He seems surprised when his hand comes back all wet but relieved and the happy after he smells his finger and realizes it's cum. He doesn't seem to know what to do next, so I jumped up and sat down on his uncut dick. It had a pronounced bend to the side and was hitting me in an area that felt great. I'm not a big fan of riding dick but it seemed like a situation where I had to take charge. After about 15 min, he shot his wad and held me down sitting in his lap as his breathing slowed. I got off and again got to clean up multiple loads of cum from his shrinking uncut cock. I headed back to my room where e other guy was waiting. His dick was thicker and I think he was a little gayer cause he kept trying to touch my Tina dick. I sucked his dick and offered up my ass but he didn't go for it. I pointed at my ass and at his buddies room and he grinned and briefly ran his finger over my hole. It took about 30 min for me to get him off. My mouth was running a bit dry from the Tina, but he finally pulled out, aimed for my ass and shot his load. It went a bit high in my back but I appreciated the effort and scraped it in to my hole after he went back to his room. I heard them laughing in the next room but couldn't understand a word. I'm guessing they were calling me a cumdump or a crazy anglo. 18: After 2 hours, the movie ends and I head back to my hotel. No get to the hotel and realize that I'm still horny. I decide to go to “the chute” bathhouse in Phoenix. It isn't very crowded there on a Sunday afternoon, but I get a room and lay ass up, drifting in and out of sleep. I wake up and find my way though the maze of rooms to the bathroom. I look up and there is my cumdump friend from the night before. We laugh and he tells me which room he’s in. I stop by and we make out and then he pushes me down on the bed and fucks another one of his charged loads in to me. I’m jealous of a bottom who can fuck but happy to see and feel my friend again. 19: I go back to my cubicle and eventually a dude comes in and I suck his cock. He gets hard and I jump up on the bed assuming the position. He quickly grabs his towel and leaves. I'm embarrassed but remember my new friend telling me to own being a cumdump so I just man up, think it’s his loss and lay back down. 20: The bathhouse is clearing out and there are a handful of guys left. An old ugly guy wanders in to my room and I suck him hard. He has a nice cock hanging between his ancient legs but I soon realize he’s a bottom too. Maybe it's been a long day and a half and something went wrong with my bottom cumdump programming, but I got rock hard. I bent grandpa over my bed and pushed my 6 incher in to his ass. I've probably only fucked about 6 times in my life, but I tore in to his ass while he wheezed away underneath me. His ass felt so wet, I chcked down there expecting the worst and instead found that grandpas ass was full of cum. When I go for over a day having sex, I can shoot enough to fill ten shot glasses and put smeone’s eyes out. Feeling all that cum in that old trolls ass sent me over the edge and I let it lose, giving him every ounce that I had. Grandpa was very grateful and I was finally spent. This trip, especially those 36 hours, were like something out of a TIM Dawson movie. I have never been so happily full of cum and sexually fulfilled in my entire life. I wonder if I can ever top it…um…or should I say bottom it!

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

I've never noticed a tops body looking any different than a bottoms. Tops and bottoms both come in all shapes and sizes. If you want to attract tops, it's more in your attitude than your appearance. Tops are dominate, bottoms are submissive. You can give off a vibe of submission when you encounter a man you want. I'm not saying act feminine, that is not the same as submissive. A top wants to know he will get to fuck you if he goes for it. It's all in your attitude.

Borney. That was my mood. Non chalant horny. The sort of horny that might take some convincing, or at the last minute could settle for very little. So I posted this ad on Craigslist: 'ass up, head down'. I also listed my stats and a vague description of my location with some basic instructions. I live in a studio apartment in Los Angeles. The heart of Hancock Park/Korea Town. As far as I'm concerned, it's a great location. As usual I get a bevy of questionable responses. I feel like a pro at this point. I spotted the solid offers and narrowed the field. There was a 19 year old with a seven and a half inch uncut cock who wanted to try fucking me, and who is less than ten minutes away. There was also a vague response from a cock that looks too good too be true, but the guy's response was so so straight forward I couldn't but hope it was real. I tend to avoid younger guys online as I've found they're not always a great fuck, so instead I went for the vague-but intriguingly-too-good-to-be-true dick. I send my address and hopped in the shower. A few minutes later I was cleaned and ready. Upon checking my email I saw the guy was close. I slipped on my jock strap, readied my poppers and lube, and waited. I was naturally somewhat nervous and oddly cold as I thought to myself 'Fuck man. What have I done?' It was about 3:00 AM, and even if the time of day doesn't actually matter, the question was, who the fuck was looking to get laid at this hour?'. Shit. I couldn't stress about it now. *Bing* My email goes off again.. He had arrived. I secured my dog. No seriously. She's so cute she would cock block me. He would get distracted by her. Anyhow, I secured the dog, unlocked the door, and got into position, ass up, and just before I slid my blindfold into position, I typed out a response to his e-mail, providing my apartment number. The response composed (but not sent), I thought back to earlier experiences. I always have a moment of.. hmmmm... hesitation with this type of hook ups. They're always a gamble. I was drinking whiskey and Dr. Pepper. I took a a big gulp and send the apartment number. I pull my blindfold back down and focus on my ass. I get all hyper focused on making sure my ass looks amazing for him when he walks in. I arch, lean in, and plant my face as far into my pillow as possible. I wait. Its an old 1920's building. I can hear someone enter from the buildings main enterace and work themself towrards me. My heart starts to slowly race. I cant believe im doing this again. How much dick do I need? The footsteps get close and seem to miss my apartment and keep walking. I check my phone. .... "Open?" "yep".. I hear my front door open slowly. Hes nervous too. He closes the door behind him cautiously. And advances towards the living space (my ass and bed is unexposed to him at this point, hes in a hall way with no view) where I am waiting. My ass is still in the air. I can feel my body dimpling from being nervous. Its too late to go back at this point. i can hear his breath as his turns the corner. I regret not turning on some sort of music at this point and feel super self concious over how little I am breathing. I feel his cold hand grab my ass cheek, and I take a hit of my poppers. as he undresses I start to get lost in the poppers a bit, and the smells of this stranger. I smell ciggarettes. Self rolled, old school ciggs. I feel course jeans. His pants feel hard. Like he's worked in them or something. I dont know. My fog ends as he slaps his dick on my ass for the first time. Oh shit. I am getting fucked by a total stranger. Wtf His dick feels so fucking heavy. I can feel him reach for the lube by my ankles and I take another hit of my poppers. He sloppily lubes my hole and starts to press the head of his dick against my hole. He pushes in and I gasp in pain. and push him back. I was NOT expecting that. I reach back to feel his cock with my hands and I am blown away. His dick is too thick to grasp with my hand. I am a 6'4 white jock type guy, my hands are relatively large. Anyways, as I briefly felt his dick he pushed my hands back and says "dont fucking touch me", and pushes his dick against my hole again. I reply, with a weak "ok". I take two quick hits of my poppers as he starts pushing the head of his dick in and out of me. Its luxurious almost. My poppers are blowing my mind and this dick is wrecking me little by little. I can feel him advancing little by little. Periodically he'd sloppily apply more lube to my hole. Soon he was taking long strokes in my ass. this had only been maybe 8-10 minutes at this point. I couldnt belive how much I had taken in such a short time. His dick was massive and he was brutalizing my hole and I was submitting to every bit of it. I pushed my hole back could feel his dick swelling inside me as my hole widened further. the whole time he had been holding me by my hips and fucking pounding me doggy. At this point with one hand he reaches up towards my throat, and applys pressure as he continutes to pound me out. I am agonizing. My hole is losing it. I feel him twitching and his rythm changing as he whispers into my ear while still slighting choking me, "Im going to cum in your butt hole, I am going to cum in your butt hole". the juvinille language pushed me over the edge and I could feel my dick twitching and nutting. I was cumming too. As I unloaded below I could feel my guts being flooded. He came so much. Right after he cums hes pulling out of me. I can feel the bed shifting as he gets back on his own feet and backs out of the room. "dont fucking tell anyone" he says, as I hear the door open. I dont even respond. Part of me didnt even have time to understand what he said. The second I came I could feel what I had done. The pain started flooding into me. Omg this dick was huge. What had i done. I giggled and took my blindfold off. I could smell the room even better now that I was standing up. He was definitely a smoker I said to myself as I giggled and wiped his nut from my ass with my jock strap

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

Too many damn college students and most aren't serious about hooking up. If they are, they all want guys under 35, often under 30, and tend to drown out everyone else. There are also some really pushy older guys who tend to ruin it by turning off the college students who are age obsessed. Sadly, it has always been that way. Most of the guys I hookup with are either visitors, regulars buddies, or someone I meet through them. Every now and then I can find someone online. Now, when I was a student, gay.com was great. Hooked up plenty of times in the library or other places such as Harrington when it had its glory hole. Often got a study room on the 6th floor of the library and fucked in there.

When the State Board of Health called after they got the word that I was poz I said Lady, you don't ask for names and addresses when you're on your knees all night.

I back up on gloryholes to get fucked. No clue who fucks me. Had to explain that to some bitch in the public clinic who wanted the names of my sex partners.

Part II. Bobby and Dylan led us into Alex’ store. Racks of all kinds of sexy gym wear and underwear were all over the walls. Alex appeared from the back room as Bobby and Dylan were picking out things for my boy to try on. “Fresh meat?” he joked as he walked toward us. Alex must have been over six feet tall. His muscular frame and hairy chest bulged out of a tight tank top, with his belly bulging out slightly. He was wearing jeans that showed off his dick snaking down his right leg. Our friends explained the situation, and Alex said he was happy to help, and very straight forward. My boy would take one load for each pair of underwear. I whispered to my boy and our friends, “Taking loads from you guys is one thing, but a stranger?” “Relax,” Dylan said. “He won’t catch anything from Alex that he hasn’t already caught from us.” The winked at each other, then went back to checking out underwear. Alex measured my boy and led him to a fitting room. We made small talk as my boy tried on the first pair, some shiny stretchy briefs. Alex arranged some chairs, and when my boy came out, he told him to dance for us, Alex had my boy grinding into his crotch before telling him to service us all. He ground against me for a moment before moving on to Dylan and Bobby. He told my boy that his shiny briefs were not revealing enough to make big tips, and had him strip naked before trying on a bright yellow thong bikini. My boy pulled on the new bikini and sat right down onto Alex’ lap. He was gyrating when he realized that Alex had unbuttoned his fly and his huge horsecock had snuck out of his jockstrap. He groaned as he rubbed his barely-covered ass against Alex’ huge uncut dick. Dylan and Bobby were so turned on that they had fished out their own cocks and were jerking each other. My boy skipped me and lowered himself on to Bobby’s dick. Dylan reached over and freed my boy’s own hard drooling cock from the bikini briefs. When my boy got up to lower himself onto Dylan’s lap, I saw that his asscrack was wet with precum and nearly see-through. After grinding on Dylan for a minute or so, Alex got up and stood my boy up. He worked the briefs off and brought him a leather jockstrap. As soon as the straps framed my boy’s precummy ass, Alex forced him down onto Bobby’s dick. It was so wet that it slid right up my boy’s ass. Bobby raised and lowered my boy on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. He shot his load in my boy’s guts before pulling out. Alex guided my boy onto Dylan’s dick next. After stabbing a few times, Alex ordered me to guide Dylan’s cock into my boy. Not that I hadn’t done that before, but it was new with Alex in the picture. Alex twisted my boy’s nips as my boy fucked himself up and down on Dylan’s dick. Dylan didn’t last long and filled up my boy with his load. As soon as Dylan caught his breath, Alex yanked my boy down onto his bare cock. With two loads lubing him up, he was sloppy and ready for it. My boy threw his head back, eyes rolling around, as he rode Alex. He took that raw dick like a champ, and was quickly rewarded with his third load of the night. I watched as Alex’ big hairy balls clenched up, knowing he was flooding my boy’s guts with his seed. I was so horny that I came almost immediately without even touching my dick. Alex suggested we all rinse off a little before heading to the strip club to share my boy’s goods for the night. He had a private shower in his office and let my boy shower first saying, ‘Make sure your hole looks fresh, but keep those loads in you. They’ll keep you lubed up for later!” My boy hopped in the tiny stall and started rinsing off his sweat as the rest of us undressed. My heart stopped when Alex peeled off his tight shirt. There, between his shoulder blades was a huge biohazard tattoo. I knew my boy had POZ cum in his ass. My boy hopped out and started toweling off as Alex got in the shower. I pointed out Alex’ tattoo, and my boy just shrugged. I pointed it out to Dylan and Bobby and they grinned. Bobby started fingering my boy’s ass and said, “Alex started giving us POZ seed months ago.” Dylan grabbed his cummy cock and shook it at me, “We converted before the four of us even started playing together!” It dawned on me that we had been playing raw with two POZ guys for months and had never thought to get tested. Alex knew what we were talking about and put his big paws on my shoulders. “Calm down man. You and your boy are sluts. You’ve been taking POZ cum for months. You might both already be POZ and not know it.” Alex continued, “Starting tonight, we’re gonna whore out your boy’s ass to anyone. If he didn’t get his first three POZ load tonight, he’d just get them from someone else.” My boy just grinned. “Besides, we’ve all got a long night ahead of us!” To be continued...

If I'm in a sex club or bath house, I want the top to cum as quickly as possible so that I can switch to the next guy. In that situation, I just want to get as much cum in my hole as I can. I just want him to unload in me. Sometimes it's happened that they take too long, taking time from the next top slot. If it's a one on one, and the top is hot, the dick is long and thick, I will concentrate on enjoying the pounding. I'll sniff poppers and enjoy the ride to his cum. If it's my bf, I want to serve him as best as I can, so I let him do whatever he wants, while I try to keep my hole as open as I can. He owns it, so it's up to him. I just want to serve him as best as I can.

when i was younger & was really just starting to cruise in parks & public bathrooms for dick, i'd occasionally ask a top to pull out before he busted his nut but i honestly don't really remember any of them actually doing it, lol. now, when i do occasionally top, i make sure the guy taking my bare dick knows that when i slide my bare dick inside him, my dick isn't coming out until after i've finishing cumming inside him & only once has one of the hot college boys i was using asked me to pull out after i started fucking his ass & by that point i was too far along & too turned on to pull out, i left a nice thick load of my jizz deep inside that kid, lol :-)

I love getting fucked while leathered up. (chaps and harness, etc) just the thought of it makes me hot

The stud hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me off my knees and plopped me on the couch. “Don’t move,” I was commanded and he went to get the duffel bag. I sat in the middle of the couch trying to catch my breath. He returned, dropped the bag on the floor, and went to his knees. He grabbed me under my knees and pushed my legs up roughly, forcing my ass up and my torso to sink further into the cushion. “Hold your legs there,” he ordered, handing me my legs. I took them, keeping myself bent in half, cunt hole exposed. “Look at that asshole gaping at me. It’s still so open.” And with that, he blew right into my pussy. I could easily feel the gust of air on my insides and immediately tightened my hole. He just laughed and dug into the bag for the first foreign object he would shove into my backside. When he hunched over to survey the different sized ass destroyers in the gym bag, I looked across the room from myself and saw that the opposing wall was predominantly mirrors. I saw myself – my red eyes, my face covered in dried snot and bile, my nips looking like two angry red spark plugs, legs in the air, my hairless ass pushed up and waiting for more abuse, three or four big handprints outlined in pink. And of course, there was my little less-than-five inch dick still hard as a stubby pencil making a pool of pussy boy precum on my defined abs. Oh, and he was right, my hole was slightly gaped still. Using my muscles, I managed to wink it shut but every time I relaxed, it gaped open again slightly. What was I doing? I was about to be injected with viral cum from this viciously virile man. He was going to hand down to me his terminal disease like a gift, leaving it to remember him by whenever I dealt with a consequence of the sickness he was putting into me. Why wasn’t I trying to make a run for it? Why wasn’t I fighting to escape? Because he would never let me. He was too powerful and I was too weak. He too much of a man and me anything but. I was right not to run, this was what I was made to do, like it or not. Stroking his massive oozing cock with one hand, he held a medium sized butt plug in his other hand. Squeezing his shaft repeatedly, he coaxed out glob after glob of precum onto the plug. Finally, he released his grasp and smeared his fluid all over the butt plug. He began to position it at the entrance to my gaping canal when I begged, “Please please that precum could get me sick.” “Oh, you want me to put it in dry? I’ll wipe off my precum,” he retorted. I couldn't imagine having this thing shoved in dry. I bit my bottom lip and began to tremble, “Okay, just put it in.” I was weeping softly as he pushed my O-ring wide with the butt plug. After being rammed by the mammoth he called a dick, the butt plug wasn’t so bad. It was a little tough getting over the wide bottom, but once it popped in, it just kind of nestle in my ass and was kind of relaxing. He pushed against the bottom of it, hitting a trigger in me, sending a chill of pleasure through my body that made me moan. He worked the plug in and out of me a few times and then abruptly pulled it from my hole. “Here, hold onto this,” he said nonchalantly and put the butt plug into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the tiny connector between the base and the plug, making me look in the mirror like a very deviant toddler sucking on a very dirty pacifier. Without warning, I realized he was pushing beads into my ass … each bead got progressively larger and I felt like I was running out of room, but that was impossible. His cock was much larger than all of those beads put together. He managed to get the final bead into me, leaving me feeling significantly more bloated than anything thus far. With one motion, he pulled the beads completely out of me causing me to whimper, drooling over the slimy plug in my mouth, and spurting a wave of precum from my boy dick. Like a worker on a conveyor belt, trained to do the same job over and over, he very systematically reinserted all of the beads. He didn’t pull them out though. He had a twist in store for me, and he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock into me again. Granted it still hurt like hell, but I knew how to manipulate my ass better to aid in accommodating him. His entrance pushed the beads further into me, hitting all sorts of different places, and making him groan. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I wish your fucking cunt came with these beads in it all the time.” He slowly pumped away for just a couple of minutes before slipping out of me and then yanking the beads out like a ripcord on a lawn mower. I let out a yelp, the butt plug falling from my mouth, bouncing off one of my defined pecs and down my tight stomach into my pool of precum. “One last toy before I get back in there,” he informed me as he threw the beads aside, and stuck his hand back in the duffel bag. From the bag he revealed a monster of a dildo. A pitch-black latex faux cock about the same length as my tormentor, but significantly thicker and a hell of a lot more veiny. My eyes bugged out and he snorted, “That’s right, bitch, you’re gonna’ feel this one.” Being realistic, he reached under the coffee table and pulled out a little box from which he got some lube that he poured all over this colon wrecker. After coating it with the lube, he positioned it at my hole and looked into my eyes. “You keep looking straight at me while this goes in,” he said, and I did. My ass had been worked over enough that it opened up to try and take this rubber cock as thick as a soup can. I felt my cunt stretch and strain as the stud applied consistent pressure to the dildo, forcing it into my chute and pushing my pussy walls wide. I whined, grunted, and moaned but I held my legs in place the entire time like a good bottom boy. Finally, he hit my inner ring and my eyes pleaded with him. “Not this time, but next time, this dildo is going through, understand?” I nodded furiously, thankful for the reprieve. Instead he started fucking the dildo in and out of me, causing me to quiver and scream from getting my guts dragged back and forth by the lubed latex. He stopped suddenly, leaving it ¾ of the way in me. From the box, he brought a small bottle that he gave a few shakes and then unscrewed the tiny lid. He shoved the bottle under my nose and pushed his finger against the opposing nostril. “Sniff in deep,” he order. It smelled acrid and chemical. He did the same to the other nostril and I obediently sniffed more of the fumes. In seconds, my head was swimming, my face felt flush, and the dildo more easily maneuvered my tight fuck hole. He began fucking it into me again, and my ass felt like it needed it…in fact, it popped through my inner ring. It still hurt and made me scream but it was my cunt that had loosened enough to allow it. “Atta’ boy,” he said and pulled the entire thing from my ass, throwing it aside and plunging the real thing balls deep in my gut. I cried out in pain again even though my ass immediately began milking him and my body tingled all over. Within a moment, the bottle was back under my nose and I was taking 2, 3, 4 deep sniffs of the unknown chemical. Heat rushed back to my cheeks, dizziness found my head, and my ass relaxed around the invading rocket lodged in my shitter. I was looking into his steely green eyes, my mouth agape making all sorts of noises when the oversized dildo that was just in my ass was shoved into my mouth. He continued to fuck my cunt with his cock while he fucked my face with the fake one. Mercilessly, I was skull fucked my this black sex toy tainted with my ass juice while he drilled me with his toxic pecker. Every time I would gag on the dildo, my ass would clench, making him let out a guttural groan. Finally, he pulled the rubber phallus from my mouth, slapped my face with it, and threw it aside, leaning over me to focus on his final domination (at least I thought it was his final one). His body pressed against mine as he continued to hammer in me, balls slapping against my bruised ass. I knew what was coming. “Please, please don’t. I don’t want to get sick,” I begged. “Do you not realize by now that this is what you’re made for? What you’re good for?” he asked sincerely, but cruelly. “But I’m afraid. Please don’t infect me.” “You love me, don’t you?” he asked. It was such a strange question. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you tell me that you love me and make me believe it, I’ll pull out,” he offered. He continued to rail me, gutting me with his amazing cock, as I looked straight into his eyes and breathed truthfully, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He held my gaze for a second and then snorted evilly, “I know you do, you stupid cunt. But you’re just a hole to me. And you’re definitely getting bred today. You’re gonna’ leave this house well trenched and drenched.” Oh my God, he had just played me. Forced me to allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable and then mocked me for it, and I was still going to be filled with HIV cum. And all I was to him was a hole. That kept repeating in my head, and suddenly, my puny boy dick was shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum over my torso. “See, boy? This is your destiny. Boy cunt for sale, and you love it. You know that I’m still fucking you until I’m done, I don’t care how much it hurts.” I guess that a lot of bottoms have trouble getting fucked after they cum. Not the case with me, as I would find out. He kept hammering away and my pussy relaxed even more now that I had cum, and the bull was able to rut even deeper. Just to humiliate me more, he scooped up my semen and shoved it in my mouth. My cum didn’t taste nearly as good as his precum and I pinched my face from the taste as he forced me to eat and swallow my own jizz. I refocused on the fact that he was about to poz me and I started to squirm again. “Stop it,” he slapped my face, but I continued to whimper and wiggle. “Stop it,” he slapped me harder. “This is going to set you free, boy. You can fulfill your purpose now as an indiscriminate cum dump. No worries, no load turned away. That’s your future. And I’m going to see to it that no poz guy gets turned away from this hot hole.” I knew I couldn’t get away, so I asked, “It’s not for sure, right? I mean, just ‘cause you cum in me, doesn’t mean I’ll get it for sure, right?” Through a smile, he answered me, stroking my hair, “That’s right, boy. But that just makes it all the more fun when I pay your father rack rate to try again. Hell, that must be, what? Twenty-five? Thirty bucks?” He howled with laughter and picked up the pace of his drilling. His arms wrapped around my body and he spit in my face as he slammed into my boy cunt harder and harder. My inner ring was constantly being torn open by his vicious thrusting. Suddenly, I realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. No matter what my head said, I couldn’t help it. My body responded to this man’s domination and my legs continued to pull him into me, my pussy walls gyrating around his baby maker, begging to have my insides doused with his hot, toxic seed. His flexing stomach slapping against my spent dick and 8-pack, he began moaning loudly, “Here it comes, here comes my toxic cum. Right in that fucking cum dump. Fuck yeah, cunt, TAKE MY JIZZ! TAKE IT! I’M GONNA’ FUCK IT INTO YOUR GUT, FAGGOT! I’M CHANGING YOU INTO A POZ WHORE!” We were both bucking and thrusting against each other, grunting and groaning. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!!" I screamed and begged. "YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE IN THIS! YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES IN IT! AND I CHOOSE MY FUCKING AIDS BABIES!" "NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!!" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! HERE COME MY SWIMMERS! ENJOY MY BUG!" he yelled out. The cock inside of me inflated slightly, making me take a sharp inhalation of breath, and it began to pulse against my torn and battered ass walls. Hot jolts began to fill me and I knew his poison was shooting out of that bulbous head and hitting my deepest insides. My boy dick spasmed and a tiny bit more cum shot an inch onto my stomach. His balls were still draining into my cum hole, soaking my vulnerable tissue and blood vessels, marinating with my ass juice. The stud collapsed on me with ragged breathing, still pushing and pulling his meat into and from my ass hole, fucking his DNA into my exposed fucked out cock sleeve. We lay there with only his hips moving, forcing his softening dick in and out of my drenched hole. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, clearly not wanting to have to move beyond this moment, not wanting to enter the next moment where I had to face the severity of the situation. After about ten minutes, his hips stopped moving and he sighed, “I have to piss.” His cock popped out of my ass and I yelped a bit. The man that has just potentially infected me with HIV got up casually and headed to the bathroom. I looked across at the mirror to see my legs bent and spread, my pink ass held wide enough to view my gaping pink hole that now had a slightly more purple appearance. A thick white liquid drooled from my sloppy cunt. My pink pucker clenched tightly, sucking it back in. I guess it was hungry for it. I couldn’t control it. “OK,” I said, but he chuckled and turned back, “OK? You’re coming with me.” Oh fuck! I wasn’t done. More to come…

The stud looked down at me, “Take a hold of it.” My hand hesitated as I reached for his humungous cock, totally engorged with blood at this point. I swear it had grown another inch at least from when I measured it. I wrapped my hand around it, but my fingers just barely touched, and definitely not comfortably. It was so thick and juicy. “Stroke it,” he condescended. I began running my hand up and down the length of his cock, moist from the hot day and his yard work. “That’s how a cock is supposed to feel in your hand. Meaty, big, like mine. You enjoying that?” I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know. All of this was so new. I knew that I didn’t want it to be happening. I was terrified of what was coming, and I was humiliated to know that I would never be able to satisfy another person as a man. There was a feeling in my stomach though, a fluttery feeling. An uncontrollable excitement at being completely robbed of my power of choice, of submitting totally to another man. There was a freedom in it, an empowerment in being able to shed the pressure and worry of measuring up. I didn’t measure up, but I could offer my holes without feeling the need to compete or prove myself. I figured that I must enjoy stroking his cock because I was still doing it and he wasn’t egging me on. With a small cursory nod I answered his question and then tried to quickly change the subject by asking, “What does the tattoo mean?” The black and red emblem that I had seen in doctors' offices and biology labs for years was right at eye level, staring me in the face. It seemed to be warning me…but of what? “I’ll tell you what,” the beast licked his lips. “When you’ve given your ass over to all of my cock; when your pussy rings have stretched and open enough so that your smooth little bubble butt is pressed up against that tattoo, I’ll tell you what it means.” I had been looking at him while he spoke, my eyes crinkling more and more with concern as he talked about the intention of putting that entire part of his anatomy into my tight pink asshole. His eyes rolled back in his head and grabbed his cock away from me, jerking it at the speed of light and growling, “Uhhhh, those little looks of fear you give me, get me so fucking hard and horny.” And with that, he squeezed his thumb down the entire ten-plus inches of his shaft and a bead of sticky fluid peaked out of the hole at the end of his penis. It formed a full pearl of pre-cum, hanging onto the opening of his cock and had soon created a drip about a half inch long dangling from the slit. “Take a taste.” “What?” I stammered, not ready for this. “Stick out your tongue and lick that juice from the end of this hole wrecker.” I just froze. “I swear to God, if you waste that drip of pre-cum and let it fall to the floor, not only will I shove your face down there to lap it up so fast and so hard that you’ll have a bloody lip, but I will stick my entire fuck stick into you dry and fuck a hole into your colon. Get licking.” And I could tell he was serious about hurting me so I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward on my knees. I pushed my tongue against the end of his bulbous head and transferred the sticky substance from his hole onto my tongue. His taste filled my mouth immediately, this sweet and salty nectar that immediately got my tiny dick harder and made me inadvertently open my thighs a bit to allow anything and anyone easier access to my back door, but also made me feel trashier and used, nothing but a worthless receptacle for a real man’s bodily fluids. But I didn’t mind feeling that way. His taste lingered in my mouth but was too weak to incite the feelings again. I reached out for his dick, trying to squeeze another dollop onto my tongue, and managed a smaller, equally delicious drop. I released his pole and moved my tongue around my mouth trying to expose my taste buds to as much of the stuff as I could. With a small laugh, my attention was brought back to the man that owned me for the afternoon just to settle a $20 pool debt. His enjoyment of my desire for the shit coming out of his dick was apparent and he smiled that smile at me. “Go ahead and suck it. Give it a good taste. Worship a real man by taking his cock where ever he wants to put it.” “I don’t know how to suck cock.” I didn’t. I was being honest. I had never done it, and he was so big. I wouldn’t do it well, I knew I wouldn’t. And I was scared about what it meant if I did. He simply said, “So you’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. The better you are at it, the longer it is before I violate your other hole.” My ass clenched at the mention of being torn open by his oversized tool and my stomach fluttered at having it be called my “other hole.” I accepted what he said by nodding as I approached his 10 incher, slowly opening my mouth. “Open bigger than that, boy.” I stretched my mouth wider, and felt the soft velvety skin of his mushroom head push through my lips. Again, he tasted of sweat and work. Not dirty, but clean fresh sweat (Again, I would find out the difference later with some of my other clients that tasted of dirty sweat.) This man’s taste consumed me, especially when his helmet was against my soft pallet and my tongue was rubbed against by the spongy, damp skin of the steel-like shaft. “That’s a good rookie cocksucker,” he coached. “Now suck on it a bit. Pretend you wanna’ suck something from my balls through my dick like a straw.” I began giving the portion of his cock I had in my mouth some suction, doing exactly what he said by pretending that I was sucking on a straw. The taste of his pre-cum flooded my mouth again, this time more than the first drip. I felt like a whore and sucked harder. “That’s a good hole. Now bob your head a bit. Be sure to keep those teeth out of the way. Good faggot boy, pretend your mouth is a pussy and fuck yourself with my meat.” I bobbed my head just like he said, trying to take more of it, but not really getting that much of his endowment in my mouth. “Now this is important,” he schooled. “Don’t be all neat and prissy about your blow jobs. Let them get messy. Let the saliva flow, let it run out onto the cock, over your face, never swallow that shit back down. The only thing you swallow is puke if you should gag that much on it. Don’t ever fucking throw up on my dick. You train your fucking throat better than that.” I continued to bob and suck, letting the saliva building up in my mouth go where it wanted. There wasn’t enough room in my mouth for his gigantic piece and all that saliva so it began to run down the top of the 6 inches of his cock not yet in my mouth hole and all over my chin, dripping and falling down onto my sore red boy tits and my eight pack. I felt his hand run through my hair, and then his fingers entangled themselves in my tresses, reclaiming the power and control of how much cock each of my orifices would be consuming. My eyes shot up to look at him, immediately tearing and pleading with him to have mercy. Slight pain in my hair straining against my scalp signaled me to meet his pelvic thrusts with my mouth. His throbbing pole began hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag and choke. I remembered what he said so I focused on not letting myself puke. My hands reached forward to brace myself against his thighs, muscled and defined from sports and work…and I’m sure, from fucking every hole attached to a hot person. Spit was running like a waterfall down my chin and over my torso. My eyes were watering so tears were streaming down my face and snot was dripping from my nose uncontrollably. Bubbles were forming and popping all around the entrance of my mouth where his cock picked up speed in its invasion of my face. I continued to look up at him, embarrassed of all of these things, embarrassed to be emitting so many unattractive fluids all over my face, my mouth distorted by another man’s horse cock. But he would have none of that. “Forget about it, cunt, let it go. You look like such a slut. Ashamed that you have tears, snot, and spit all over your face. And all because of my cock. Just think, your girlfriend never looked like this because your dick can’t do this. She coulda’ flossed with your pathetic dick, but this is what a man can do. Reduce a pussy boy to a choking, gagging whore with red teary eyes, a runny nose, and a mouth stretched beyond recognition. So just accept it. Fucking relish the freedom of letting those juices flow, of being covered with spit and semen and piss and snot just to please another man, a real man. Come on, let it go. Let it go.” My mind was racing, but I figured that this was happening one way or the other, so I might as well listen to him. He had far more experience in this than I did. He sounded like he was trying to help me make it easier on myself, albeit a bit cruelly. So I tried. I stretched my increasingly tiring mouth even wider, tried to think of yawning in order to open my throat, and stopped trying to blink away the tears or sniffle up the snot. He immediately felt my mouth and throat give in, “That’a boy…” He really began skull fucking me, the helmet of his tool plungering in and out of my virgin throat. Everything was flowing…tears poured out of my eyes, mucus bubbled, dripped, and dried as I fought to breath through my nose, and saliva just gushed, splattered, and spilled in long strings from my chin and his cock onto my body and the floor. As I gagged, I prevented myself from throwing up, but I would cough up bile from deeper inside of me that inevitably would spill out over my chin and down my torso. I could hear the sounds of wet suction in my mouth and throat as I took him farther into my gagging orifice until suddenly, I felt his low hangers slapping against my chin. I couldn’t believe it. There was enough of his ten and half inches in my little mouth so that his balls could swing and hit my chin. “That’s a good little whore. Let me skull fuck you, you stupid little slut. You fucking cock socket.” And he just kept pushing into my mouth, invading my throat, his balls hitting my wet chin in rhythm and sending small showers of spit into the air, spraying my face and his hips. The friction and the repeated stabbing into my throat was wearing me down so in retaliation, I reached my hands around to the back of his thighs and his ass, and I don’t know what I was thinking but I pulled him into me, rooting his cock deep in my throat. I dug the fingers of my right hand into his chiseled ass and grasped his right hamstring with a wanton need, not letting him move, just keeping almost 5 inches of his dick in my esophagus. Somehow it occurred to me that I could pulse my aching throat around his cock and so I squeezed his snake with my throat to keep him satisfied with the lack of movement. I kept re-emphasizing my need to have him lodged in my gullet by forcefully caressing and kneading his leg and ass. I was being reduced to a 20 dollar whore. “Holy fuck, you are a cock lover. Look at you using your throat like a pussy trying to milk a baby out of me. You are such a dumb little fuck toy. You just love that dick, don’t you?” He waited. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to answer. I was engulfed on his cock! His hands held firm on my head and I was starting to feel a bit suffocated. “Come on, faggot, answer the question. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I pushed back on his hand, but he didn’t budge. “Ah ah ah, answer me with that cock in your throat. You can do it.” I was starting to get that panicky feeling because my limited air supply was becoming uncomfortable. I struggled and whimpered a little bit. “No you don’t. You don’t come up from that cock until you answer me and I can understand what you said. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I quickly tried to say, “Yes, Sir,” but it was completely unintelligible. I didn’t even understand it and I was the one saying it. “I couldn’t understand that,” he taunted. “Be a lot more articulate than that.” I was starting to get scared that he would never let me breathe. I mustered all my energy and said as clearly as I could, “Yes, Sir.” He released my head as he said, “That’s what I thought, bitch.” I sputtered and choked as I sucked big breaths of air in. Stroking his glistening shaft with long, smooth gestures, he circled me like a shark, collecting the slime from his tool in his hand. He grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, my mouth instinctively flying open as the ceiling became my focal point. I felt his other hand scoop up the spit that had pooled on my body, adding to the collection from his dick. He then moved up to my face and scooped up all of the stringy saliva, bile, and snot from my cheeks and chin. Leaning over my still gaping mouth, he force fed me the goo in his hand, and then added to the cocktail by hawking up a loogey and expertly spitting it in my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.” I brought my lips together and gulped down the disgusting mixture. It certainly didn’t taste good, but my dick jumped and my ass twitched so I knew it was something that I craved. My tongue lashed out and looped around my mouth in search of any extra saliva, precum, or dried snot that I could ingest. My captor was obviously please with my submission and released my hair, continuing to circle me. Finally, he placed his forearms on the back of the couch and bent over. Somehow, even in this typically vulnerable position, he looked masculine and powerful. His hairy legs bulged and tensed as he bent his knees so that his sculpted ass was more exposed. Both of his cheeks quivered slightly, the muscles flexing in waves as he maneuvered into a comfortable position that he would be able to maintain for a while. The hair on his ass looked soft and silky, the skin beneath glistening with the same sweat that I had encountered everywhere else on this bull. A deep crevice cut through the rounded globes of his ass leading to his asshole. An asshole not like mine, not meant to have things in it. Not meant to be used by other men in lieu of jerking off. Not meant to be used as an alternative to a urinal. That’s what my pretty pink asshole was for, not his. His brown pucker stared straight at me, expectantly. It was a tight, manly starfish of an asshole lightly circled with wispy brown hair. “Don’t just look at it, faggot. Eat it.” “You haven’t showered though.” “I’m gonna’ fuckin’ beat your ass, you stupid whore. A fuck hole that I own for the afternoon shouldn’t give a shit whether I showered or not.” His mention of shit made my mind spin. What if he had pooped before I got there. I definitely didn’t want to taste THAT! He interrupted my thoughts, “You need to get your whore-ass tongue out of your slutty mouth and into my butt or I swear to God I will put things up your ass that you’ll have to go to an emergency room to get out. Don’t think I’m kidding. I once kicked a bottom out that door because I had forced him to take a baseball up his ass and he couldn’t push it out. I told him to come back when he strengthened his cunt muscles and sent him on his way.” I knew he wasn’t joking so I just mustered up my courage and smooshed my face into his ass. Fuck, was he musky. No shit smell at all, but the pungent fragrance of a truly masculine man. The way his sweat meshed with his body’s chemistry turned what could have been B.O. into something aromatic, earthy, and truly delicious. My mouth literally watered and I knew I needed to taste it as well as smell it. I inhaled deeply to have the smell strong and fresh in my nostrils as I spread his muscular cheeks with my hands, planting my open mouth on his waiting anus. “Yeah, lick it like a full service bottom should,” he encouraged. Feeling the need to enjoy as much of his musk as possible, I slobbered over his hole, crack, and glutes. I gently bit his ass, running my tongue back and forth, and then pressing it into his hole, feeling his tender unfucked insides against my exploratory tongue. Legs shaking, he growled and beat his meat as his rented property slurped and sucked his ass. I must have done this for five or ten minutes and would have been content to keep going, although the muskiness was starting to dissipate much to my disappointment. However, he had other plans. He looked back over his shoulder at me munching away on his shitter like a kid eating his favorite meal and said matter-of-factly, “Okay, now it’s time to split open your tight little cunt.” I looked up from his ass, my face slick with my own saliva that now tasted and smelled like his ass musk, scared and helpless. He just grinned.

I know that when I take raw loads any one of them can poz me. Sometimes I get caught in the moment and will easily bend over for any cock, sight unseen, no questions asked.